Love Under a Silver Moon

Love Under a Silver Moon

Chapter 11

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Malik growled again and tugged at the thin gold chain attached to the ornate gold collar that was fastened around his neck. Turning to the innocent white haired human beside him, Malik found Ryou in a similar situation.

“Did they have to make these things so uncomfortable? I mean-”

His words were cut short with a strangling noise and a snicker from Marik.

“Marik! I swear if you yank the humans’ leads one more time, there will be no sex for a month!”

Bakura said firmly, letting the silver chain attached to Ryou’s collar loosely wrap around his fingertips. Seeing the shocked expression passing over Marik’s face was worth the threat, Bakura concluded.

The four were walking down the streets of Domino in the deep night, traveling in the direction of the old prison. Marik had explained about the meeting, with many comforting words and reassurance. Malik hadn’t been too happy at the idea, and after Bakura’s description of the court, hadn’t let the vampires near Ryou for the rest of the day as he was certain the demons were trying to kill them.

After soothing words from Ryou, however, the two had agreed to attend. Thankfully it never got to the point where the vampires would have to point out that if they didn’t want to come, they would be taken by force. The humans had spoken at length with each other alone, as the reason as to why they had to go, which was that they were not vampires, yet wished to have vampiric lovers. Both knew that the only way to be together truly, was to become the creatures of nightmares.

“Are you really sure these are necessary?” Ryou asked in his smooth voice.

“I’m afraid so.” Replied the taller vampire who was walking close to him, partly because of the fact he held the pale human’s chain in his hands, and partly because it was a cool night and his free arm was draped over the other’s shoulders.

“It will show others that you belong to the holder of the chain, and, hopefully, keep you from too much harm. I’m sorry you have to go through this.” He added

Ryou didn’t like the way Bakura had said “hopefully”. He and Malik had been briefed on the fact that if a more senior vampire to Bakura or Marik wanted to look at the humans, they had to oblige, but their vampire lovers would fight to get them back as soon as possible. None of the other vampires were allowed to commit a sexual act with them or kill them; but this was hardly reassurance to the anxious humans.

Another choking sound interrupted his thoughts, and he looked up at the loss of warmth from his shoulders to see Bakura snatching Malik’s chain out of Marik’s hands and the tanned vampire laughing at the disgruntled look on his human’s face.

“Don’t drag him about like a puppy on a string!” Bakura said with an annoyed tone to his voice. Marik giggled

“I think we should keep the chains after this, Kura.” He said seductively

Bakura just raised a silver eyebrow.

“Imagine the gold and sliver with nothing else...” he trailed off

Malik, who had made his way to Ryou’s side and clasped his hand, shivered with longing involuntarily. Snapping out of the fantasy Marik had just forced into his mind, he opened his mouth to give a quick comeback when he was stopped by a figure appearing out of the darkness.

Bakura and Marik noticed the figure too and quickly moved to the human’s sides. The pale vampire pressed the gold chain into Marik’s hand, unintentionally yanking Ryou a little closer to his side.

“Good evening, Sirs.” The hunched over figure spoke in a slimy voice.

“I trust you are here for the meeting. I will escort you to your chambers, and then you will be expected in Court for entertainment and food. I need not remind you that your appearance for at least three hours is compulsory.”

“We understand.” Bakura said in an icy voice to the mutant vampire, one of the many higher slaves to the vampires.

Ryou flinched away from the vampire; he had never heard such coolness or felt so much power emanate from the demon. The hunched figure took a step towards the figures to get a better look at the humans hidden slightly behind the pairs of black wings.

“Fine slaves you got there.” He noted, leering at Ryou, who lifted a hand up to grasp a handful of the longer feathers in Bakura’s wings in fear.

“Yes, they are. Personal slaves though. Shall we continue?” Marik said roughly. Standing slightly behind his lover he had seen the pale human grasp the feathers in comfort.

The group turned a corner to pass through the crooked metal gates that hung off their hinges and opened up onto the cracked tarmac in front of the crumbling building. The humans walked slightly behind the vampires, and did not speak, just as they had been told.

Another group of vampires loomed out of the darkness on their left, laughing with each other, one or two with humans on chains similar to Ryou and Malik’s. These humans however, looked exhausted, with dark circles under their eyes, ragged clothing, and to Ryou and Malik’s discontent, bloodstains on the collars of their shirts – plainly from fresh wounds into their main arteries.

“Marik, Bakura! How have you been, I haven’t seen you for centuries!” One brown haired vampire cried.

“Good evening, Hazeth.” Marik said, smiling slightly.

“I see you caught yourselves some slaves. They look good.” The other continued in a conversational tone.

“Thank you. Yes they do… satisfy our needs.” Marik said. Malik smirked.

Hazeth moved towards them and gripped Malik’s chin forcefully, turning his face towards the light of a street lamp. It took a lot of Malik’s will power not to fight the vampire off, but he knew if he did, Marik could not protect him from any sort of harm.

Turning his eyes away from the vampires, he stayed rigid as Marik allowed him to be examined by the other. Marik didn’t do anything to stop Hazeth’s actions. It would be deemed odd if he did.

“They look like you.” Hazeth noted, pushing Malik’s chin roughly away, and glancing at Ryou.

“That makes them a very good catch indeed!” he chuckled, making a move towards the door at the side of the building.

Marik ran his hand tenderly up Malik’s back, silently thanking his cooperation, and followed the other vampires. Bakura followed, Ryou in tow.

The brown eyed human’s foot connected with a piece of jutting concrete and he gave a yelp and lost his balance. The only thing that caught his fall was the metal ring that immediately cut the sensitive pale skin of his neck. Twisting around, he gasped out for breath and felt a strong hand pull him from his arm upright again. Ignoring the pain in his neck and foot, he blushed deeply at the loud laughter that echoed around the dead walls from the other vampires.

“Watch your disobedient slave, you might want to teach him to walk!” yelled a red haired vampire.

Bakura growled at the vampires and roughly pulled Ryou behind him, opening the cut on his neck further. Ryou whimpered in shock at the harsh treatment and stumbled to the vampire’s side.

“On the plus side, he does have incredibly good smelling blood.” The red head said, coming closer and sniffing the air around the quivering human.

“I would know.” Bakura snapped, striding quickly towards the door where Marik and Malik were waiting, Malik giving him a death glare. Ryou walking swiftly behind the vampire, his head bowed.

The joke over, all of them filtered through the door into a wide corridor that sloped downwards. The four joined the party milling down the hall, but then were swiftly guided by Bakura into an alcove just big enough for them to stand and not be seen. After the noise of the party died down as they moved further along the passage, leaving the humans and vampires alone.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” hissed Malik. Marik pulled him into his arms and began whispering words to the agitated human.

Bakura ignored him and turned to his human, leaning down and kissing his rosebud lips. When he got no response, he lent down and whispered into the other’s ear.

“I’m so sorry, Ryou. I had to act that way so it wouldn’t look suspicious. You know the last thing I want is for us to get killed.” He said huskily, his tongue darting out to lick the hot flesh.

Feeling Ryou quiver, Bakura smirked and moved back to his lips. After getting an understanding response to the kiss, Bakura’s hands travelled up from their resting place on Ryou’s hips, to his neck to gently unclip the bloodstained silver collar. Ryou’s breath hitched at the slight pain, and he tipped his head back to give Bakura further access.

Marik and Malik looked on in appreciation as Bakura ran his tongue seductively over the metal, cleaning off Ryou’s blood. Bakura stood over the creamy skinned human and brushed his hair away from the cut he had inflicted, tipping the other’s head to the side and giving him a passionate kiss.

Planting butterfly kisses down Ryou’s chin, Bakura’s senses were filled with the deep scent of Ryou’s sweet, hot blood. Closing his eyes in pleasure, he paused an appreciating moment longer before leaning in to lick away the fluid. Ryou gave a soft moan and enjoyed the sensation, feeling the heat spreading from Bakura’s touch into his torn skin, fixing it together and allowing Bakura indulgence.

“Sorry, Sirs?” A voice said from behind them.

Bakura turned around, with Ryou’s blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

“Yes?” he said bluntly.

“You need to follow me to your quarters. I’m sorry to ask you to refrain from drinking until we get there.” He said with a twisted grin.

Bakura nodded, and slipped the collar around his lover’s neck, taking care to stroke the back of his neck gently, so the slave would not see. Ryou gave Bakura a small smile, and continued the walk behind his master only turning around occasionally at the small pinches to his behind delivered by a devious Marik.

The passage suddenly opened up into an enormous hall with vaulted ceilings. Ryou felt like a caver coming out of a stone hole to a gaping chasm. The walls were richly decorated with hangings of deep purples, reds and black. To the human’s horror, chains that also hung from the ached roof and down the walls were in use, with figures attached by their wrists, all in varying stages of life and death. There were a few long tables in the middle of the room, laden with food and drink, constantly being filled by slaves. Vampires of every creed and colour lounged about on the floor on low sofas and cushions, or sat at the tables, all drinking, shouting and laughing. In a corner a band played music such as Malik and Ryou had never heard: eerie, cold. Dancing girls with veils covering their noses and mouths were dotted around in groups, their various steps keeping in time with the music.

The vampires and humans followed the slave through the crowded room, weaving in and out of the rowdy demons. Malik suddenly felt a blow to his head and heard a scream, whipping his head around, he was held back by the chain around his neck, held tight by Marik. The blow had accidentally been delivered by one of the dancers, struggling to free herself from the grasp of a vampire. Seeing the girl up close, Malik noticed that she too, like the humans outside, had bloodstains on the shoulder of her garments, leading up to her neck. Her face contorted in fear, the vampire ruthlessly pulled her hair down to reveal her neck and bit down on the vein, shaking his head like a rat catching dog.

Malik backed away in fear, his back meeting the firm chest of his lover, watching as the vampire took his fill, throwing the girl onto the ground. He gave Malik a leering smile, showing his rotting fangs, grunted and sat back down with the group he was with. Malik made a move to bend down and help the girl up, but Marik grasped his arm and shook his head. Malik obliged and saw the girl pick herself off the floor, her green top glistening with fresh blood, give them a small curtsey and move over to a group of other girls to continue dancing.

“Never help them. I can’t protect you if you act suspiciously and draw attention to us.” Marik whispered in his ear, giving a gentle tug on the chain to get the shocked human moving.

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“I’m sure you will find the room satisfactory. Please come to the Hall in 30 minutes.” The hunched figure gave the vampires a greasy smile before backing out of the room.

Ryou gazed around the dark windowless room, taking in the red draped walls and four poster double bed with crimson drapes. In the corner there was a bowl of water and a single rough looking sheet. Both vampires let the chains around their lover’s necks drop.

“I take it we sleep on the floor.” Ryou said with a smile on his face gazing at the sheet

“Ryou, you know we would never miss out on a chance of having you in bed with us.” Marik smirked, slipping an arm around Bakura’s hips.

Malik sat down on the mattress in silence, his face blank. Ryou’s smile faded as he looked round and moved to sit down beside his lover. He placed an arm around his shoulders and kissed his bronzed cheek gently. Bakura came over also and tilted Malik’s chin up with a slender finger, Malik would not meet his eyes.

“It’s not so bad.” Bakura said quietly. Malik just sighed.

“We only need to go there for a couple of hours tonight, then a few meetings tomorrow and a feast on Sunday.” He added

“I just hate the feeling here. You can’t even act as though you like us, and we have to put up with other vampires grabbing us like grandmas in a jumble sale.” Malik replied.

Marik, who had got onto the bed behind his look-alike, laughed and suddenly pulled him down so that he was lying on his back, staring up at the vampire. Malik’s scowl didn’t disappear.

“Good analogy, my lighter one. Maybe we could help lighten your mood?” Marik said in a sly voice.

Dipping down, Marik met Malik’s lips in a tender kiss. Malik’s attempts at staying in a mood were lost at the feeling of his lover’s tongue on his lips. Kissing upside down was definitely a good experience, Marik thought, as his tanned human became more responsive to his ministrations, and the kiss became more passionate and needy.

Bakura smirked and sat down on the side of the bed next to Ryou, who gave him a sly grin before straddling his lap and pressing his thin body against that of his lover’s. Crushing their lips together, Bakura pulled off Ryou’s and his own top feeling Ryou’s hands flit down his soft wings and hold onto his shoulders desperately. Drawing back for breath, Bakura observed the silver chain running down Ryou’s creamy chest, the coolness of the metal causing Ryou to quiver.

“I definitely agree with Marik about the chains.” He noted, lying back on the soft mattress and tangling his fingers in the silver.

Giving the string a yank, the smirking Ryou was once again in close proximity, his lips meeting the innocent human’s. Ryou broke the kiss and lent down to whisper in Bakura’s ear,

“May I console Malik?”

Bakura smirked and nodded in appreciation, letting the chain go lose.

Ryou looked over at the two topless blondes stretched out on the bed beside them. Placing a hand on Marik’s shoulder, who was naturally on top, Marik looked up at him, and immediately slipped a hand around his waist drawing him closer for a kiss. Ryou replied, savoring the roughness. Breaking apart, Ryou jerked his head towards Malik with a meaningful look in his eyes. Marik smirked as he got the idea and got off the tanned human, who let out a small whimper at the lack of contact, but soon stifled it with the touch of his pale lover.

After a chaste kiss, Ryou smiled at Malik and slid down his toned body, his thin fingers dancing over the smooth skin, outlining the muscles and eventually slipping into Malik’s trousers, drawing gasps and moans from the other. Kissing the skin below Malik’s navel, Ryou reveled in a delighted tremor that ran through the tanned body. Paying attention to the nips and sucks he was administrating, Ryou carefully opened the buttons of Malik’s fly and pulled the garment slowly over his lover’s hips, one hand wrapping around the now free and straining length.

Bakura and Marik, who had been busy undressing each other in what seemed to be the roughest way possible, looked over at the other two just in time to see Ryou take Malik completely into his mouth, turning both on immensely. Looking at each other with a mixture of appreciation, lust and hunger, a quick battle commenced deciding who would be taken.

Finding his arms and wings securely pressed against his back, Bakura’s chest heaved up and down with gasps of pleasure and pain as Marik teased him with small, skin puncturing nips to the shoulder and rubbing his large arousal between the other’s legs.

Ryou reveled in the taste of his lover. Malik’s fingers twisted his hair into knots as his back arched in pleasure at Ryou’s inquisitive tongue darting around the velvet tip of his member, occasionally dipping into the sensitive slit, drawing throaty moans. Moving his hands up and down the arousal, fingered drawing patterns on the tanned thighs, Ryou suddenly looked up from his work to a loud gasp, not from Malik but from Bakura.

The sight that met his eyes made him moan in pleasure, and judging by Malik’s gasp, he’d just caught sight of the erotic scene as well. Bakura had his eyes closed and his head thrown back in ecstasy, and it was easy to see why. Marik’s hips were moving behind him, thrusting into the kneeling figure in front, his wings poised on his back, and his hands gripping Bakura’s pale hips, the tanned digits contrasting with the alabaster skin. A drop of ruby blood seeped from Bakura’s mouth as his fang nicked the skin and his body shuddered in pleasure. Ryou had a sudden urge to be in Bakura’s position, and when the vampire opened his eyes and smirked at the human, it was almost too much for Ryou to bear.

Renewing his efforts on the prize before him, he licked and sucked with skill neither of the lovers knew he possessed; Malik’s breathing quickening, eyes flicking between the two vampires and the arousing sight of Ryou sucking him between his legs. Bakura felt his climax coming, seeing his sweet human lovers with each other only drove it on faster, the thrusts from the vampire behind him got shallower and more needy, his hands reaching for the pale one’s need. The quick strokes were the final straw for Bakura, his breath came in pants and he moaned loudly as he tightened around Marik, spilling his seed into the waiting hand, knowing the other would also come soon. True to form, with a gasp, Marik thrust into him deeply, causing Bakura to shiver in pleasure at the heat rapidly spreading through him inside.

Malik also chose that moment to award Ryou’s hard work, gripping Ryou’s hair and screaming his name as white flashes appeared over his vision and a feeling of pure ecstasy ran through him. Ryou carefully cleaned his lover and had a devious idea. Kissing Malik deeply, Ryou swiftly moved over to the vampires, who were kneeling together with their eyes shut. Taking Marik’s hand tenderly, the movement casting both demons out of their reverie, he lifted the fingers to his lips, and with his body and face mere inched from Bakura, began to lick the digits clean.

The pale skinned vampire felt Marik freeze behind him in shock, gazing in wonder at Ryou’s actions. Twisting his tongue around the last finger, Ryou’s eyes flickered open and he gave Bakura a lustful smile. Bakura pulled himself out of his shock and roughly pushed Ryou onto the bed, kissing him deeply to taste himself. Ryou moaned as a knock on the door brought them back to Earth with a bump.

Marik growled and pulled himself off the bed, dragging on some trousers and walking over to the door. The hunch back swiftly averted his eyes from the low slung trousers when the door was opened and spoke swiftly, allowing the door to be slammed in his face.

“We need to go to the Hall now.” He grumbled, grabbing the rest of his clothes and pulling them on.

Bakura sighed and lifted himself off Ryou and moved to scoop up the still-dazed Malik, kissing him sweetly and letting Ryou dress him.

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“…because you were the only one that was not satisfied.” Bakura said huskily nipping Ryou’s ear.

The four were half lying on large, rich cushions in a corner of the hall with a plate of fruit, meat and breads laid before them. Ryou blushed at the arousing words Bakura had just whispered into his ear, settling himself further into the warm wings of his lover. The other vampires were busy with their own activities to notice the small acts of affection the vampire lovers were sometimes bestowing on their humans. Allowing a slave to sit near you was accepted in vampiric society, after all, blood was often asked for and it was easy if the supply was close by.

A group of dancers wandered towards them, moving their bodies and arms in mysterious moves that had the humans captivated. Marik growled slightly was one of them brushed purposely against Malik, who was seated at his side. Soon the dance finished, and the girls curtsied to the clapping of Ryou. Their tired eyes widened in shock as Ryou realised his mistake and blushed profusely. A few vampires looked round at the noise and Bakura looked over at Marik for help.

“Idiot slave! How dare you, get here now!” Marik exclaimed, winking at Ryou

The human tentatively crawled between the vampire’s legs, watching his face filled with false anger. Yanking the silver chain to bring him closer, Marik roughly grasped the back of Ryou’s pure white head and pulled the hair firmly, but soft enough not to hurt him. Realising he should play along, and ignoring Malik’s look of bewilderment mixed with anger, he whimpered and quivered at the treatment he was receiving. With Bakura’s careful vigil, Marik dipped his lips and visible fangs down to the creamy neck, moving the collar aside, licking the skin tenderly before closing his teeth over the vein. Ryou screamed briefly, and choked as Marik began to draw the life giving blood from his body. The pain wasn’t that bad, but Ryou could certainly notice a difference in Bakura’s treatment of him and this, but he honestly thought they were both good.

Marik’s eyes closed in pleasure, he had never expected that the sweet human’s blood would taste this good. Taking a few more gulps, savoring the taste, he drew back, careful not to close the wound and whispered a single word in the other’s ear.

“Collapse...”

Ryou did as he was told, and with a gasp, he let his eyes slide shut and fell back with a thump so he was resting over the vampire’s legs, his white hair fanning about his head. Malik let out a cry mingled with anger, but was restrained from going to his lover’s side by Bakura’s firm grasp. The vampires who had looked round now laughed with each other at the spectacle and called things like “dirty humans” and “that’s what they all deserve.” The dancing girls simply sighed and moved on.

“If Ryou is seriously hurt, I don’t care about the fucking law, I’m going to kill someone.” Malik hissed, his body tensed in Bakura’s arms and his eyes flashing.

“Relax, he’s just playing.” Bakura said, once again reclining on the pillows behind him, one arm still firmly around the human’s hips.

Marik pushed Ryou off him gently and moved next to Malik. Ryou thought it best to play along still, and allowed himself to be left on the floor, the warm blood still seeping from his neck only causing minor discomfort. Malik saw Ryou didn’t move and became still more agitated, muttering death threats and struggling against the gold chain.

“He’s a good little actor, isn’t he?” Marik said conversationally

“I’ve never seen an actor bleed to death so convincingly.” Malik said with venom in his voice.

“I know how much blood to take from a human to keep them alive. True, Ryou’s skinny, but he’s fine, watch.”

Ryou, sick of being on the stone floor, murmured something and raised a hand to his eyes, rubbing then slightly. Silver eyelashes flickering open, he acted out coming round and blinked a few times, looking in mock fear at the vampires.

“Come here slave.” Bakura ordered, holding a hand out.

Ryou carefully sat up, purposefully swaying slightly but managing to wink at Malik, who visibly calmed down. Crawling over to Bakura with his head bowed, Ryou felt his chain being picked up and his head pulled further towards the demon.

“Look at me.” Bakura said quietly

Ryou lifted his head and met the playful eyes of the dark one.

“You’ll be pleased to know we’re going back to our chambers now.”

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A bit of a starter for my lovely readers' imagination! Malik is a tad uptight, will anything come of it?? Well I'm off on holiday in a few hours (it's 12am) looking forward to the four hour drive to Gatwick airport. Fun. But this means no update for a week :O have no fear, I shall make the next one a good one!

As always, thanks for reading, please reveiw :)