Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! or any of the Yu-Gi-Oh! characters portrayed in this story. I do, however, own Alaina and the storyline of this fan fiction.

Do not read this chapter, aside from the first and last few paragraphs, if you cannot handle or dislike sexual content.

Chapter Three: Execution

Alaina mentally praised the fact that Bakura lived close to the park; a longer walk would have heightened her anxiety to unhealthy levels. Instead, they made it to his house in less than five minutes and within seconds of reaching the door, they both entered the dark house and Bakura shut the door behind them.

In the back of her mind, Alaina recalled that Ryou made plans to spend the evening with her brothers and friends, at the arcade. She and Bakura were alone, with no one to interrupt him. Bakura's smirk showed he noticed that fact, as well; or had he known beforehand?

Silently, Alaina followed him up the stairs and into his room; she had only been there once before when they'd been paired together for a project. Unlike Ryou's room, Bakura's was untidy, yet not overly so.

After discarding their duel disks on the desk, Bakura turned, with his smirk still in place as he stepped closer to her and tilted her head up. "No turning back."

Before she had the chance to respond, his lips crashed onto hers and a surprised gasp spilled into the kiss. Using the moment to his advantage, Bakura's tongue met hers in a shockingly passionate kiss.

Any doubt that dwelled in her mind vanished, right then and there.

Her surprise faded quickly and she responded to the kiss, their tongues battling for dominance. Bakura's grip vanished from her chin and his fingers slid down between her clothed breasts, then to her side, until his hand came to rest on her hip. A soft moan escaped her as he squeezed and Bakura became the victor, deepening the kiss.

Alaina looped one arm around his neck as he led her backwards, not breaking the kiss. It only broke when Bakura pushed her down onto the soft surface of the bed, and she forced him down due to her grip on him. Smirking down at her, Bakura straddled her waist and slid a hand along her side. Soft shivers raked Alaina's body and she arched her back, letting out a moan when their hips touched.

No further confirmation was needed as Bakura slipped his hand under her shirt and trailed it over her skin. Excitement boiled in her stomach and she raised her arms as he pulled up her shirt, allowing him to remove it and toss it onto the floor.

Her breath hitched as Bakura leaned down, his breath caressing her ear. "I've always wanted to see you naked." On cue, his right hand found one of her breasts and gave it a rough squeeze through the thin fabric.

A moan tore from her throat and she tossed her head back in delight, wanting to feel so much more. As if sensing her need, his lips descended to her neck and found her sweet spot in no time, teasing it with a soft nip to the sensitive skin. Groaning, Alaina let her instincts take over to keep the event from being one-sided; she would make the best of it.

Her hands found their way to his stomach and trailed up over his clothed chest. Reaching his shoulders, Alaina reluctantly pushed him back to slip the blouse off of him. She gave him no time to move in as she relocated her hands to the bottom of his striped shirt and slid them under it. Beneath her fingers, she felt his muscles tense at her touch as she moved higher, brushing her hands over his nipples.

The moment she tossed his shirt to the floor, Bakura snatched her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand. She groaned from the ache his grasp caused, but pushed it to the furthest depths of her mind. His smirk sent chills down her spine and goose bumps littered her skin. Alaina's senses heightened as he teased her side with his fingers, tracing small patterns on bare flesh. He shifted, sneaking his hand behind her and unhooking her bra almost faster than she could have herself.

A blush tinted her cheeks when he released her wrists to remove the small cloth, flinging it to the side without a second thought. Despite the overwhelming urge to shield her body from his gaze, she pushed past her insecurity and let him see.

His hands trailed a path up her abdomen, leaving an odd mixture of cold and heat in their wake. Bakura's hands found her uncovered-breasts and squeezed, causing a sharp intake of air from the young woman beneath him. Bursts of pleasure coursed through her veins as he flicked his thumbs over her nipples, tugging lightly.

The pleasure faded fast as Bakura moved his hands southward, unbuttoning her pants. Arching her back, Alaina lifted her hips off the bed to let him remove her jeans. Cold air caressed her skin and she looped one arm around Bakura's neck, pulling him closer to her.

"Eager, are we?" he whispered into her ear.

Bakura nipped at her neck before she could answer, soothing her skin with his tongue afterwards. One hand trailed down her side, sliding past her hip and to her thigh. Reaching dangerously close to her sensitive area, he massaged her inner thigh roughly. A moan escaped Alaina's lips, the fabric of her underwear dampening as a knot tightened in her lower abdomen.

"B-Bakura…"

She massaged here and there whilst sliding her hands down his chest, successfully drawing a husky groan from his lips. A small grin flickered unto her face as he closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation. Her confidence boosted, she continued the demonstrations until she reached the rim of his jeans. Slowly, she unbuckled the annoying blockade and then tugged on his belt loops.

Bakura chuckled at her impatience, but said nothing about it. A soft whimper in loss slipped past her lips when his hand left her thigh. He rose off the bed to remove the annoying garments and was back on her before she fully comprehended he left.

A mischievous glint shone in his eyes as he slid a hand under the last piece of cloth covering her body. "I'll have you begging for more."

Alaina tensed at the intrusion, but groaned at his words. Her, beg? No – never.

She had no time to voice her distaste in that statement as two fingers slipped inside her, catching her off guard. Her surprised gasp turned into a moan as she instinctively thrust her hips up. Before she could grab onto his shoulders – Ra, she needed something to hold onto sanity – he snatched her wrists once more, having abandoned his torture momentarily. Once her arms were pinned above her head again, Bakura returned his hand to its previous demonstrations. The two fingers slid along her inner walls in a slow, torturous manner that tore a whimper from Alaina's throat.

Bakura's smirk widened and after a few more strokes, he shifted his fingers, removing them from inside her. Instead, they found the bundle of nerves that pleased women the most and circled it, adding light pressure.

"B-Bakura!"

Moaning loudly, Alaina bucked her hips and whimpered soon thereafter. The knot tightened, making his acts more heavenly and more torturous at once. She dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands, arching her back with a moan. Needles of pleasure pricked at her skin, forcing her to emit a gasp as the knot tensed further. His name left her lips again as a ragged whimper, her breath becoming irregular.

Just as the pleasure became unbearable, Bakura removed his hand from her underwear and cut contact. The sudden change sent shock through Alaina's body and she groaned, thrusting her hips up again.

Chuckling in a way that sent shivers down her spine, Bakura leaned closer. "I told you… you will beg for it."

He took her underwear from her frame and tossed them to side, leaving her naked for him to see. The sudden chill in her southern regions hit harshly and she gasped, trying to close her legs.

Bakura intervened by releasing her wrists and holding her thighs, preventing her from pressing them together. His gaze shifted, trailing from her face down the length of her body, eyeing every curve in satisfaction. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards into a smirk and he moved back.

Please just fuck me, Alaina thought, shuddering at the lusty gaze he sent in her direction.

Her thoughts broke into a million pieces as he separated her inner lips and found her clit with his moist tongue. Crying out in delight, Alaina tangled one hand in his white tresses, clenching the sheets in her other until her knuckles turned white.

"O-Oh Ra," she breathed with a moan. "Bakura..!"

Moan after moan left her without resistance as he treated her sweet spot. She tried to thrust her hips up to gain more contact, but he held her down. Whimpering in frustration, Alaina's distaste vanished when he ran his tongue along her clit, sending untamed pleasure through her body.

"Please – d-don't stop," she mustered between moans, back arching as her eyelids fluttered shut. The intensity of the knot increased to the unbearable level once more and she tightened her grasp on his hair and the sheet.

Just when she thought he'd stop again, Bakura proved her wrong by lightly biting down on her clit, then sucking on the bundle of nerves.

Her gasp turned into a cry as his motions brought on her release. Bakura's grip tightened to the point of causing bruises as she instinctively attempted to thrust up again. He didn't stop his demonstrations until her erratic movements and moans lessened, leaving place for irregular pants.

"Bakura," she breathed, hardly above a whisper.

A smug smile tainted his features as he slid up her sweat-slicked body. Once his face hovered over hers, Alaina pulled him down into a kiss. He let her take control, allowing her to slide her tongue into his mouth. Though she tasted herself, it hardly bothered her and she deepened the kiss. Finding her footing, Alaina bent one leg far enough to have her knee press against Bakura's clothed-genitals.

Groaning into the kiss, Bakura pulled away and seemed to glare down at her. Matching his glare with a small grin, Alaina removed her hand from his hair. He took the hint and abandoned the last garment covering him before sliding between Alaina's legs.

She moaned in anticipation at the head of his cock pressed against her inner lips, teasing. Her hand found its way to his shoulder as the other grasped the sheets, ready for the incoming sensation.

Only a hint of the silent question reflected in his brown eyes and before she could confirm – she would have in a heartbeat – he thrust into her, hard and fast.

Her loudest moan yet pierced the silence of the room, mixed with Bakura's groan, and she dug her nails into his back. Bakura gave her little time to adjust as she showed no signs of pain and pulled out, only to thrust back in as hard as before. If possible, her moans grew louder as he started a rough rhythm.

She joined in quickly, thrusting her hips up in time to meet his. The pleasurable sensation lit her nerves on fire and moan after moan spilled from her lips. Bakura followed her lead with groans and grunts every time he entered her moist cavern.

"B-Bakura! Oh, fuck, please."

Upon hearing her words, Bakura slowed his pace and tore her down from her high with the sudden change. A whimper escaped her and she looked up at him, confusion and sheer annoyance marring her expression. The unexpected lack of his rough pace almost created a painful tension.

He grunted, slowing his pace further until it felt more like torture rather than what should have caused pleasure. Regaining his composure from what plagued him as much as it did her, Bakura smirked and leaned down, pressing his lips to her ear.

"Please what?"

Through the shudder his words induced and the agonized pleasure she felt, Alaina found their meaning and whimpered. "Don't… not now."

One fast thrust sent delight coursing through her and she gasped, eyes rolling back. "Ohh –"

"Please what?" Bakura resumed the slow, tantalizing thrusts and observed Alaina's writhing form, roughly massaging her hips. She felt her resolve shatter like brittle glass and leave room only for desire.

"Bakura, please –" a soft moan interrupted her. "More."

Bakura wasted no time in obeying her command, aside from flashing a satisfied smirk and voicing a chuckle. He quickened his pace and thrust deeper into her, increasing her pleasure tenfold.

Her moans continued and despite her previous climax, the knot reformed and plagued her senses once more. Beyond words at this point, Alaina moaned and clung tighter to Bakura as the knot throbbed at her impending climax.

Bakura hit a spot that sent a shockwave of delight coursing through her and she cried out his name as her walls constricted around him and the knot dissipated, sending her over the edge. Relocating her hand tangled in the sheets to his other shoulder, she dug her nails into his back – hard.

Thrusting a few more times, Bakura released himself into her with a groan of her name. Alaina moaned and arched her back as he filled her, clinging onto him for dear life. Soft moans slipped past her lips as he continued his thrusts until he finished his release.

"O-Oh, Bakura…"

Her tense muscles relaxed and she loosened her grip on Bakura's shoulders, breaths escaping as irregular pants. A soft groan escaped her when Bakura pulled out of her, leaving her feeling incredibly empty.

Bakura moved to lie beside her and she rolled over to face him. His chest heaved with each quick breath he took, working on calming his breathing much as she did hers. Silence passed between them as they came down from their high. Once no longer so irregular, he copied her movement by shifting to face her, a smirk making its way to his lips.

"You could stay here tonight."

His words reminded her of how she ended up in his bed and she paused, keeping quiet for a few moments. He did it to hurt my brother's pride, she remembered, expression faltering. Nothing more…

Despite the ache in her muscles, though pleasurable, Alaina shook her head. "No," she stated. "Ryou will be back later and… my family would wonder where I am." Forcing herself into a sitting position, she swung her legs over the side of the bed until they touched the floor.

Bakura shifted behind her and an arm snaked around her waist as his lips pressed against her shoulder. "I'll see you again," he promised. "After all… we must break the news to your dear brother."

Shuddering at his touch, Alaina refused to respond to his words. Instead, she pushed his arm away from her, met with little resistance, and made it to her feet. While collecting her clothes, Alaina ignored his persistent stare, eyes taking in her form. She was tense as she got dressed, making sure not to do so too quickly, lest he would think she was in a hurry to get away.

Grabbing her duel disk, Alaina bit her bottom lip in hesitation and paused, considering. Coming to a decision, she left without a second glance at him. She escaped the house and ran her hand through her hair to create some semblance of order as she headed down the street to her own home.

The soft drizzle of the rain calmed her raging nerves and washed away the thin sheen of sweat covering her skin. Allowing a heavy sigh and breathing deeply, Alaina felt her muscles relax. The slight throbbing between her legs began to lessen, much to her relief. Despite matters returning to normal, an array of thoughts haunted her mind.

How could I have been so stupid?

This is the start of so much more that will happen in this story - drama, emotions, tragedy and indecisiveness. I'll also be the first to admit; this is the first sex scene I've written in a good three or four years now, so please bear with me.

If you spot any spelling/grammar errors, please let me know so I can edit them! And let me know what you think of the story thus far in a review.