Love Under a Silver Moon

Love Under a Silver Moon

Chapter 10

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“Well that’s just brilliant.”

Growled Marik sarcastically at the senior vampire that stood before him. The two were in an abandoned prison that was the meeting place of all the vampires in that area, and where the vampire assembly was held every ten years. Fingering the gold handle of the sword that hung at his side, Marik looked around the cracked walls and listened to the steady drip of a broken pipe down the corridor somewhere. Through the high barred window the moon glittered at him, its rays falling in strips over his tanned face. These were not the sumptuous banqueting halls that were underground the building that held so many memories of despair and death, or the chambers richly decorated for the Vampire Council. Marik had been called to this place to meet a vampire general by the name of Grawlash, and the subject of their meeting suited their surroundings.

“It is the law Marik. You know the penalty for breaking the law is death.” The general said with a glint in his eye.

Marik had never liked him. Ever since that time with Bakura, Marik had never been so scared or so furious in his life. And he had lived a long life.

“So, let me get this straight. You’re going to kill the humans Bakura and I are with because their not vampires.” Marik sighed, staring daggers at the general.

“Well, maybe not kill them straight away. The court would probably have a little fun with them first.” Grawlash smirked

Marik knew what went on in court. The meetings he attended as a slave to the very general standing in front of him had no pleasant memories. The sound of the eerie music that filled the stone halls and the screams of the humans hanging from the walls or suffering at the hands of the vampires whose fascination was held mainly in how humans do not heal themselves haunted Marik on deep nights. The crowded rooms filled with dancers and the bloodlust had almost killed Marik when he was a slave, but the general, acting upon the vampiric laws, changed him into a night walker before he slept with him, even though both actions were by force.

“I would never let them even step foot in court.” Marik hissed

“Well that’s too bad then, if you insist on having a relationship with a non vampire, you are breaking the law. Unless you treat them like the slaves all humans are when you come to the assembly next week, I’m very sorry to inform you,” Grawlash’s lips curled into an unpleasant sneer, showing he wasn’t sorry at all, “That they will be at the council’s disposal, as they now know too much about vampire lore.”

Marik growled again, “Fine, we will change them if we want.”

“Good to see you’ve toughened up, Marik. But then again, you were always rough in every respect; it was a good job I was there to teach you.” The general smirked, reminding Marik of the very unpleasant nights they had spent together. Unpleasant for Marik, that is.

As Marik flushed with anger, baring his teeth and ruffling his wings, Grawlash walked out of the room, his cruel laughter echoing down the cold, damp halls. Marik had only been able to escape because he had been stronger than Grawlash’s other slaves; maybe this was because of Bakura. The general usually turned his “pets” then killed them soon after, as there was no law against murder, but then if you killed someone in a high rank, you were almost certain to be hunted down and killed yourself by friends or associates. Anyway, Marik had Ryou and Malik to think of as well now.

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Bakura was in bliss. Being left with their two humans was definitely a good move on Marik’s part, he thought, winding his arms around the slim forms either side of him. Malik smirked at him from his place on the sofa and lent to the touch. Running his fingers with a little effort through Bakura’s tangled white hair; Malik leaned in and capture the vampire’s lips in a needy kiss, only drawing away when he felt Ryou’s hand on his leg and his mouth on his neck. Bakura drew back as well, watching his lighter self regard Malik seductively and deliver him a passionate kiss, complete with a slight moan on Ryou’s behalf.

Bakura pulled them both onto the floor and found Ryou plucking at the hem of his shirt. Malik pulled it off, and Ryou kissed his lips as Malik pulled off his own shirt and sucked on Bakura’s neck, adding little nips every now and again. Bakura growled in lust, then lifted Ryou so that he was straddling his hips, the lighter one blushing slightly at the contact but allowing his top also to be removed and a familiar toned chest that now pressed against his back. Ryou lent forwards and kissed Bakura with longing, lifting his hand to rest on Bakura’s shoulder. The vampire suddenly felt his lover shudder slightly and Ryou drew away with his eyes closed as a gasp escaped his lips. Looking down, Bakura saw the source of this pleasure. Malik had slid his hands over the creamy expanse that made up Ryou’s chest and had unbuttoned his fly. Ryou’s head lent backwards to rest on Malik’s shoulder as the tanned human kissed his neck and slid his fingers into the other’s boxers, all the time looking at the now aroused vampire seductively.

Ryou didn’t feel at all embarrassed. He let Bakura see what was going on and with the confidence that had built up between them, the pale one was sure he could trust the vampire with his life. His eyes shut, he let out a gasp when Malik’s hands closed around his straining length, the feeling of Bakura’s chest now pressing against his own bare one and his lips on his neck, so close to his life giving blood, arousing his further. He felt Bakura’s hands move down over his chest to take over his hard length from Malik’s when the apartment door banged open.

“Ra damned bastards-” muttered a voice.
Marik stopped in his tracks at the scene in front of him. Now he realized why Bakura had been more than happy to “human-sit” as he put it.

Bakura smirked up at him, his body shielding Ryou’s arousal but his flushed face gave him away.

“Marik, to think we were going to start without you?” Bakura said silkily, tweaking Ryou slightly to make him gasp.

“Well it looks like I arrived just in time, actually.” He replied, winking at Malik, who stood up.

Malik stirred over to him with his hips moving seductively. He made his way right in towards Marik, pressing their hips together so that Marik could feel the lump there, before slipping an arm around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss that left them breathless. Marik pushed Malik down to his knees next to Ryou and Bakura, where Ryou turned to kiss him quickly, before pulling his shirt over his head and joining him on the floor. A short battle between the two, involving nips and rough kisses decided which of the tanned males would be on top.

Marik won, placing himself between Malik’s legs and grinding into him, causing Malik to let out a gasp that only seemed to turn Marik and Ryou on more. Marik quickly looked up and gave Bakura a glance, to which he frowned slightly but then nodded in understanding. Not all the way tonight.

When Bakura pushed Ryou on his back next to Malik, the human giggled slightly, looking over at the tanned male, whose eyes were shut and lips engaged in a heated kiss. Ryou saw a trickle of blood make its way down Malik’s chin, sourced at the nip Marik had just delivered to his rosebud lips. When Marik drew away, Ryou, to the vampires’ amazement and pleasure, lent over and flicked his tongue over the liquid, finally reaching Malik’s mouth and kissing him.

Bakura smirked and ran his hands up Ryou’s sides, feeling him shiver at the contact. His slim fingers dipped below Ryou’s trousers and carefully slid them down the owner’s hips, letting the straining organ free. Ryou’s head snapped up at the disclosed feeling and Marik looked round to gaze in wonder at the beautiful, and admittedly rather large human. In appreciation, his lips met the pale humans and he ran his tongue over the soft mouth asking for entrance. A rough kiss followed, punctuated by a gasp and tremble from Ryou as his need was encased with hot lips.

Marik knew to let Bakura get on with his deviant ways and turned back to the human between his legs.

“Thought you’d forgotten me…” Malik whispered, with his eyes lidded with lust

“Oh don’t worry. I was just thinking how best to… Suck. You…”

Marik punctuated his husky words with thrusts of his hips and kisses to his lover’s neck.

Malik shuddered in excitement and reached down Marik’s sculpted stomach to unhitch his fly. Pulling the buttons open eagerly, he reached inside the leather and pulled out Marik’s large length. Marik pulled his head away to see a wide eyed expression briefly come over the other’s face.

“You’re… well…” Malik blushed, curling his fingers around the stiff member

“Big? I know.”

Marik smirked, using every ounce of his self control not to rip of the other’s remaining clothing and pound him and the other pretty human into the floor.

Malik stroked the length a few more times before Marik decided enough was enough and pulled away, dragging off Malik’s trousers. Malik sat up to meet him and pressed their lips together for a harsh kiss, loving the way Marik then pushed him roughly against the wall, their erections grinding together and making the younger scream. The vampire looked down at the extremely aroused human and showed him a fang, before spreading his legs and dipping his head down to eagerly lap the underside of Malik’s length.

Ryou could’ve sworn he had fire running trough his veins. Each lap and flick from the vampire’s tongue was sending him further and further towards the end. Fingers tangled in the other’s hair, Ryou’s eyes shut and his head tipped back again in response to the sensual feelings. Bakura smirked around the other’s length and moved his mouth over the velvet tip, grazing a fang over the sensitive skin and listening to the moan as a result. He worked his lips and wet tongue over the organ, moving up and down at a faster pace, he could tell Ryou was near, and the gasps and growls from the other two were certainly contributing.

Through his pants, Ryou felt the now familiar build up inside him.

“B-Bakura…” He gasped

The vampire smiled, tickling the other’s creamy thighs with his feathered wings. He doubled his efforts on the task at hand, swallowing around the length and moving up and down faster and faster. Ryou’s pulse raced and his breath quickened, all the heat rushing towards his loins, his toes curling and fingers almost painfully grasping Bakura’s silky hair, he came. Screaming Bakura’s name and pouring himself into the vampire’s eager mouth.

Bakura swallowed in appreciation, his tongue flicking up the sweet essence his lover had produced. He carefully scooped up the dazed Ryou into his arms and smiled as the human snuggled into the welcome warmth. He looked over to see Marik finishing off the human pressed against the wall, sucking eagerly on the tanned one’s length. With a scream, Malik came, his cheeks flushed and his eyes glazed over in lust. Collapsing onto the tanned vampire, Marik gave him a lingering kiss and pulled him into his embrace.

Bakura smirked and stood up with the almost-asleep Ryou in his arms. Marik did the same with Malik and followed his lover into their bedroom. Laying the two drained humans on the dark blue sheets, Malik instinctively drew Ryou closer, the pale one laying his head on the other’s chest and sighing. Malik’s eyes flickered open for just a second to wink at the two vampires before giving them a smirk and joining the other in sleep.

“Well that was sufficiently fun.”

Marik said with a smirk when they were back in the kitchen.

“More than that…” Bakura said with lust in his voice at the young memory.

Marik nodded in appreciation and slipped his arms around his other’s waist. Bakura lent his head back onto Marik’s shoulder, smirking as Marik’s nimble fingers found his still-hard length, a familiar lump pressing in his behind. Marik smirked into the familiar scented wings and slid Bakura’s trousers over his hips to reveal the perfect white flesh that lay beneath.

Bakura shivered in anticipation as he felt Marik’s hands pull off his own offending material, and a pulsing warm object settled against Bakura’s back. Sliding his hands over his pale lover’s naked chest, Marik’s length sought its goal and slid into the other slowly. Bakura moaned and let his head drop forwards, his long hair brushing against the counter his hands had found to brace himself on.

With a quick thrust and a gasp from Bakura, Marik filled the other completely, lingering just long enough so that Bakura could revel in the feeling of completeness. He drew out again and thrust back in after a moment. He knew exactly how Bakura liked it. A few more deep thrusts followed, causing the other to shiver and his breath to hitch.

Marik began quickening the thrusts, until Bakura was meeting them with vigor and he was happy for the counter top to lean against. His heart beating faster, Bakura knew he was close, and so when Marik’s hands reached around to grasp him, with a few deep thrusts Bakura came with a gasp, spilling his seed into Marik’s waiting hand. At the peak of Bakura’s orgasm, Marik felt his lover become unbearably tight, so he finished himself, shooting deep inside Bakura and biting down on the other’s shoulder.

The two stood still for a moment, letting their pulses return to normal. Marik lapped up the sweet blood and reluctantly pulled out of the other. Bakura turned around with half lidded eyes and smirked at him from under his tousled white hair. Marik lifted his dripping fingers and wrapped his tongue around one of the digits, Bakura looking on in great appreciation. After slowly licking his fingers clean, Marik gave Bakura a kiss in which the other could taste himself.

The two returned to their room and pulled off the rest of their clothes, slipping into bed beside their still extremely arousing naked humans. Marik wound an arm around Bakura’s shoulders as the white haired vampire moved closer to his look alike.

“You do know where we’re going on Friday, don’t you…?” Marik asked quietly kissing Bakura’s flawless shoulder.

Bakura visibly shivered.

“Court.” He whispered back.

“Mmhm. I had to meet Grawlash just then… and he told me something.”

“What?” Bakura winced at that name.

He now knew why Marik had been in a bad mood all afternoon. Grawlash was the only person he feared, ever since that fateful event...

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All Bakura knew was darkness. The darkness that surrounded him, the darkness that had violated him and the darkness that seemed to fill his very soul. He had no concept of time. There was just one thing that was running through his head, one thing to keep his mind off the pain that ran through his being and the sticky substance that dripped between his legs that was not his lover’s.

His eyes had managed to open, to fight apart the crust of tears and blood. They were met with a sight he had hoped for, no, dreamed for these last weeks. Was it weeks? Or months? He did not know or care for the sight in front of him was one of wonder.

The violet eyes had helped him out of that cell that reeked of torture. The eyes had unbound his bleeding wrists, pulled the rusty metal chains out of the holes cruelly carved into his red tinted wings, that bound the tools of flight together for so long so that they were broken. The violet lights had lifted his starved and blood stained body, and placed the slashed wrist that oozed the spicy, life giving blood to his lips.

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Bakura quivered at the memory and pulled Marik closer. He couldn’t think of what might have happened had Marik not found him. He had lost so much blood that the vampiric healing properties would not work as they were doing all they could just to keep the owner’s heart pumping. He had been broken by the general over two months, after Grawlash had found out about the two lovers. In spite of this, however, Marik had still managed to get them both away far enough to start a new life together. Because they were now both strong and vampires in their own right, the general could not touch them.

“Well, he said we must bring Ryou and Malik with us.” Marik said finally.

“No way, Marik!” Bakura whispered roughly, glancing over at Malik, who had stirred in his sleep.

“We have to, they will kill all of us if they find out we’re together. You know we can’t be with humans. That’s why we couldn’t have them tonight.”

Marik sighed, brushing his fingers through Bakura’s long white hair and kissing his forehead. Bakura let out a quite growl.

“Do you think they will want to… you know?” he asked finally

“I think they might in time. Becoming a vampire is quite a big thing.” Marik said reasonably

“Well I love them enough to respect their decisions. Even if it means standing up to… Him.” Bakura said in a determined voice. He never used the General’s name.

“As do I. We will bring them with us and do all we can to protect them.” Marik whispered finally, giving his lover a final kiss before slipping into a restless sleep.

Bakura stayed awake a little longer. He felt safe in Marik’s strong arms, but he would never ever put Ryou or Malik in a position where they might be threatened by Him. Thoughts running through his head, he smiled as a pale, slender arm wrapped itself around him waist, and pulled him closer in sleep. Bakura joined the others with a small smile on his face, thoughts of his lovers flowing through his soul.

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