Love Under a Silver Moon

Love Under a Silver Moon

Chapter 12

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Ryou woke up extremely satisfied. He was pressed between Bakura and Malik, both facing him and their legs entangled together. With his head resting on Malik’s chest he could hear the steady heat beat and breathing into his hair. Lifting his head slightly, he regarded the closed kohl-rimmed eyes of Marik, who was on Malik’s other side, and had his fingers clasped in Ryou’s own.

Feeling a soft pair of lips against his shoulder, the pale human jumped slightly and managed to disentangle himself enough to turn around to the chocolate eyes that were so much like his own. Bakura frowned slightly at the grimace that passed over his lover’s face as he moved, but then smirked as to the cause.

Last night Malik had taken Ryou in front of the two vampires. Either Ryou completely trusted them, or was very aroused, or a mixture of both, but he had enjoyed himself immensely. Bakura knew that the two humans respected the vampires for not pressuring them for sex too soon, and he also knew that when they were ready, they would definitely let the two demons know. All had paid special attention to Ryou’s pleasure, and Bakura admired his strength for lasting so long.

Bakura tenderly kissed the young one, running his fingers through the tangled white hair that was slightly pink in places from his own blood. Ryou smiled and pressed his nude body closer to the sculpted one against him, shivering when he felt the soft wings wrap around him. Bakura drew back and ran his hands down Ryou’s body, coming to rest on his pale hips. One hand then continued to rest just above his rear applying a small amount of pressure. Ryou winced slightly and watched as Bakura purposely bit his lip, the ruby droplets spilling down the demon’s chin.

Knowing what the vampire wanted him to do, Ryou tentatively licked up the blood, remembering the distinct taste and savoring it. Wandering his lips up further, he met the other soft pair and ran an inquisitive tongue over them. Bakura granted him access and soon their tongues were engaged in a dance that was penetrated by the coppery blood.

Bakura experimentally applied pressure to Ryou’s skin again, and when there was no reaction except a moan from the other, he allowed his body to heal his lip.

“I’ve been around you too long.” Ryou said, resting his head on the pillow he was sharing with Bakura – they were all only on a double bed after all.

“What? Used to my blood are we?” Bakura smirked

Ryou smiled and nodded.

“You’re practically my little vampire in training, with all the sword play, blood drinking and letting me healing you. Not that I mind that part at all…” Bakura continued, watching carefully for Ryou’s reaction.

“Does it hurt?” Ryou asked after a pause

“What…Becoming like me and Marik?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not going to lie and say it just feels like having a jab.”

“Tell me what happens.”

Bakura regarded the human nestling in his arms, wandering if he had noticed that the two vampires had done nothing more than kiss them at this council. Anything more and they would all be screwed – no pun intended. He told Ryou the truth.

“Well, I’ve already explained how it happens,” Ryou nodded, thinking back to that biology lesson, “But the changing part comes about in stages. First, you will become very dependant on your sire, and will not want him, or her, to leave you as the changes are taking place. This even happens if the change is done by force. Your wings will grow out from your back and fangs will start to form. Your hearing, sight and smell will all become much more sensitive over the next day or two, and then two days later you will get a hunger that no food can calm. Conditioning the skin to sunlight takes time, but then once it is done, there is no more pain.” Bakura finished, running his fingers up and down Ryou’s back.

Ryou looked interested but not horrified or nervous, Bakura saw. An accepting expression came over his face.

“You can’t sleep with us until we’re changed, right?” He asked

Ryou’s perception was amazing, one of the reasons Bakura never tired of this human. He nodded.

“Well we could sleep with you and turn you at the same time. If you have the intention, it’s not against vampire law.” He explained.

Ryou jumped suddenly at the feeling of another pair of arms wrapping round him.

“I hate to break this up, but we have a meeting to go to.” Marik said both moodily and huskily – he wasn’t a morning person.

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“Ryou! They’re not here to heal us this time!” Malik exclaimed, grasping his bleeding arm.

Ryou rushed over, exclaiming “sorry” over and over again. The two had been left in the room as Marik and Bakura had to attend a conference for the day. Bakura had left the two his and Marik’s swords, on the condition that they don’t kill each other, and Ryou was fighting Malik. As Ryou was the better of the two, he had been teaching Malik new techniques and they had just engaged in a real fight when he had accidentally cut his lover. Letting Bakura’s silver sword hang loose in his hand, he examined the small gash.

A knock on the door disrupted their actions, and the two looked at each other in confusion before Ryou walked over to it. The ancient sword poised in his hand, he opened the door to see a vampire standing in the arch. The vampire smirked at him, and judging by the medals on his breast pocket, Ryou judged him to be quite high up in rank.

“Sorry for the intrusion. This is Bakura and Marik’s chamber isn’t it?” The demon spoke pleasantly enough.

Unsure of what to do, and knowing full well that this being could kill him without a thought and there would be nothing Marik and Bakura could do about it, Ryou just nodded.

“Playing with your masters’ weaponry, are you?” The vampire said

Ryou nodded again, but Malik, who had come to his side, spoke with a defiant glare.

“They said we could… Sir.”

The vampire’s mouth curled into a grin.

“I’m sure they did, slave. Very much like your master aren’t you.”

“What do you know of my master?” Malik said, Ryou looked at him in shock

“You know I could easily drain your pretty little body of blood and no one would care.” The vampire said icily, “But I like your spirit, so you live. For now. I was just dropping by to see if the rumors were true, about Bakura and Marik acquiring slaves that looked like them.”

With this, he grasped Ryou’s chin, twisting his face up to his own. Malik growled but stay put. After examining Ryou, the vampire pushed him away, gave them a cruel smirk and swept off down the torch-lit hall.

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Marik opened the door of their chambers to the scent of blood and sight of their two human lovers napping on the rumpled bed. At the sound of the entrance opening, Malik sat up, his arms around Ryou protectively. A smile graced his features at the sight of the two vampires.

“You two obviously had fun with the swords then.” Bakura noted, sniffing the air.

Malik smiled and pulled off his top, showing the vampires the various small cuts that littered the flesh.

“We did. Ryou kept cutting me though.” He said, smirking knowing exactly what he was initiating.

Ryou rubbed his eyes and sat up next to him, smiling at the vampires. Bakura smirked back, leaning down to push Malik back onto the bed to heal his cuts. Marik lifted Ryou off the bed and the pale human wrapped his legs around him, engaging in a passionate kiss.

“This vampire came to our room today.” Malik said through his small gasps from Bakura’s administrations.

The wet organ on his toned chest stopped moving, and Bakura lifted his head to regard the human.

“What did he look like?” He asked curiously, rubbing a spit covered finger over the last of Malik’s cut thoughtfully.

“Tallish, black hair, medals hanging off his pocket. Seemed quite interested in me and Ryou.” Malik said, sitting up next to the pale vampire who had sunk onto the bed next to him. Marik too had sat on the bed, Ryou nestled between his legs.

“Malik, Ryou, that vampire is dangerous. Never speak to him again. Stay away from him, and if he tries to hurt you, and me or Marik aren’t there, fight back.” Bakura said icily, staring at the wall, his face blank.

Ryou shot Marik a look of confusion.

“Bakura…” Marik said softly

Bakura gave him a glare and stalked into the adjoining bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Ryou whipped round to face Marik, his eyes searching for the answers to questions not yet asked.

“He’s doing it because he cares. Before you say anything.” Marik said, accommodating Ryou who had slipped over to his side.

“Why does he get so uptight about that guy?” Malik asked

Marik sighed. “When I was turned, it was done by force, and only because the vampire that turned me wanted sex.” Malik looked startled, and curled his fingers around Marik’s. “Bakura and I were lovers, so he tracked me down while I was still captive and begged me to turn him. I did as he wanted, and we managed to escape. Unfortunately, after a year or two, the same vampire found us and took Bakura. What he did to him in the two months we were apart, only the two involved know, Bakura doesn’t want to talk about it. All I know is that he was almost dead when I finally managed to locate them and it was a job pulling the chains out of his wings.”

Ryou winced and looked at the closed bathroom door in sorrow.

“So the vampire that did this was…” Malik began

Marik nodded. “The same one that saw you today. Bakura and I would never, ever want to put you through what we’ve had to endure; he’s just scared that’s what Grawlash wants to do to you both. As he’s higher up in rank, there’s nothing we could do to stop him.”

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Ryou covered Bakura’s hand that was grasping the silver chain around his neck.

“Sorry.” The vampire said, loosening his hold and looking to the stone floor they were walking down.

All were on the way to the feasting hall for the last night in the horrific vampire courts. Bakura had been on edge ever since Malik had revealed that he and Ryou had met and spoken to the vampire of his nightmares.

The vampires took their seats at one of the long tables, and Ryou and Malik sat close to each other on the cold stone floor in a comforting way. The hunch back that had shown them to their seats bowed low and limped off. They were only about 10 meters away from the high table, where Ryou could immediately distinguish the vampire General. The black wings on Bakura’s turned back quivered in apprehension.

“Why do we have to be so close to them?” Bakura growled to Marik.

Marik lent over and kissed his pale cheek, noticing that the General looked round at that moment to give them both a smirk. Both shot back an icy look – Bakura throwing in a growl for good measure.

The feast itself passed without much hitch. Bakura and Marik would pass Ryou and Malik food to eat. There was only one issue when another slave tried to take a piece of food Malik was eating. Marik looked about at the sound of a yelp in time to see the offender backing away clutching his stomach, and with a bloody nose. He looked down at Malik and smirked, trailing his fingers over the human’s back, making him shiver in appreciation. Unfortunately this also caught the attention of the General, who looked over in interest at the actions of the “slave.”

A shadow fell over the two humans on the floor. Ryou and Malik looked up from their quiet talks to see the very vampire they had been told to stay away from looking down at them with an evil smirk on his lips.

“So, Bakura. Marik.” The General said briskly

The two vampires jolted and whipped around, a small wave of fear passing over Bakura’s face to be replaced by anger – Marik’s face became blank. The rest of the hubbub from the feasting vampires continued as the three vampires regarded each other, as though sizing each other up. The seconds in silence felt like minutes to the humans as they waited anxiously for one to act.

Bakura was the first to break the freeze frame, swiftly extracting his legs from the bench and placing one on either side of Ryou, fingering the hilt of his sword in one hand and the silver chain connected to Ryou’s collar in the other. He felt Ryou tremble slightly against his slim legs and knew Marik had told them the whole story of this foe.

“I see you have new slaves. Already bored of each other then?” Grawlash drawled

Marik bristled, and took on the same stance as Bakura before replying.

“We are not “bored” of each other, and these are just some humans to help around the house.” He growled, knowing Bakura was thanking him silently for not having to speak.

“Housework, eh? Sure they’re not working in your beds as well?” He smirked

“We know the law, Grawlash.” Marik said, his icy glare fixed on the vampire.

“Marik – please use my title or I will have to punish you severely for your lack of respect.”

The vampire’s smirk widened at the memories he knew this would spark, before his gaze flicked down to the humans at Marik and Bakura’s feet. He leered at them both.

“So let’s see what’s so special about these two then.” He said, quickly bending down and roughly grabbing Ryou’s silver collar, hauling him to his feet.

Bakura and Marik both made moves to pull Ryou back, but then restrained themselves: any other vampire would not care how their slaves were treated this much. Malik looked on in horror as terror filled Ryou’s eyes as the General looked him up and down with hunger in his eyes. The strong grasp Marik had on his gold chain refrained him from moving or speaking.

“Well this one is quite pretty…” Grawlash noted, running a hand over Ryou’s chest, “Rather strong too. And-” his hand trailed down the frozen human’s body until it reached between his legs and grasped there roughly, “- well endowed I must say.”

This intimate contact pulled Ryou from his petrified state and he began to struggle against the vampire’s grasp, unable to scream because of the grip to his neck. Instead he made desperate noises in the back of his throat, his eyes filled with panic, darting between Bakura and Marik, calling out silently for help.

“Please could you put our slave down,” Bakura hissed, his fists clenching and unclenching in frustration. Marik looked over at him in shock, Bakura tried not to even look at this vampire, let alone talk to him.

“He’s just a slave Bakura, let me have a look.” Grawlash said with a smirk on his face – knowing full well that he was tormenting the two vampires and there was nothing they could do about it. He easily calmed Ryou with a stronger grasp on his neck.

“So does he taste as good as he looks?” The demon said in a conversational tone.

Bakura’s pupils dilated in fear, and his legs were knocked sideways by the sudden outburst from Malik, who was quickly subdued by Marik, who roughly shoved him onto the floor. Malik let out a small pained noise, and lowered his gaze to the floor.

“Please don’t tell me that your other slave has feelings for this one?” The General said, his smirk fixed on his face.

“They work together, they share a friendship, nothing more.” Marik said icily – he did not want this to turn into a re-run of him and Bakura.

Grawlash gave a sarcastic nod and turned back to Ryou, who was still quivering in fear. Bakura looked on in horror as the General calmly produced a knife from his breast pocket and held it up to Ryou’s face.

“You are a find… Maybe I should trade one of my slaves for you?” he said silkily, running the blade over Ryou’s cheek.

Ryou shook his head as much as he could in the vampire’s grasp, feeling the cool metal slide down his neck to suddenly rip down the shirt he was wearing. Struggling again, Ryou looked over at Bakura and Marik, his face screwed up in anguish, a few crystal tears falling from his eyes.

“Slave, if you do not stay still, I will be forced to kill you now.” Grawlash growled seriously.

Flicking back the ripped material with the tip of his knife, the vampire, carefully ran the blade over Ryou’s delicate collarbone.

“Don’t hurt him, Grawlash.” Marik said with death in his voice.

“What did I say about the improper use of my name?” The demon said in a sweet voice.

He flicked the knife to the beginning of Ryou’s collarbone and applied pressure to the blade, running it along the bone with almost surgical precision. Instantly, bright red droplets sprung from the long and deep wound, spilling down the perfect white chest, in torrents over the slight defined muscles of Ryou’s stomach. The human threw back his head with a choking noise, tears flowing down his flushed cheeks. He stood stock still, only with a slight quiver – for he knew that anything that didn’t please the vampire could result in his death. Pain ran like fire from the cut, making the innocent human’s head spin.

Bakura looked at the scene in front of him in despair; Marik was frozen next to him, his mouth slightly open in shock, wishing that this was a dream and not cruel, harsh reality. Grawlash glanced at the powerless vampires, and smirked at them before repeating the same mutilation on Ryou’s other collarbone. The human’s body shook in pain and fear, and as the blood seeped down his now stained skin, a head rush made his legs go weak, almost collapsing if it hadn’t been for the vampire holding him up.

The General looked over at his handiwork, wiping the bloodstained knife on the remnants of Ryou’s shirt before slipping it back into his pocket. Shifting his hand on the silver collar, he lent in to brush Ryou’s long, white hair away from his neck and leaning in for the inevitable.

Ryou’s pain addled mind received another jagged blow as he felt a pair of sharp fangs roughly break the skin of his neck. Crying out from his now un-obstructed airway, he felt his life being drawn out of his body, the vampire biting him now so different from the two helpless ones at the table.

After what seemed like an age, Grawlash cruelly ripped his fangs out of Ryou’s once perfect skin and looked at the human who had blacked out from the pain and blood loss.

“Looks like you all live. If you did care about the humans you would’ve stepped in by now.” The General said cruelly. “I can go and tell everyone the rumors aren’t true then.”

He carelessly pushed the limp human towards the two vampires. Bakura was looking at the floor with a blank expression on his face, but Marik could see hurt and shock deep in his eyes. Marik caught Ryou and let go of Malik who just stayed where he was in terror.

“He tastes delicious by the way… so good I may have “over indulged”.” The General snickered and swept away, leaving the vampires and humans alone.

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Dun dun dunnn! What's gonna happen to the sweetie we know as Ryou?

I'm back to the cold and rain of England, and my story! Lovely reveiws for the last chapter, hope you all survived the long wait for this one.. Always, thanks for reading, please reveiw :)