Love Under a Silver Moon

LEMON WARNING!

Love Under a Silver Moon

Chapter 13 (Lucky?)

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Ryou sat up, covered in a cold sweat, his body feeling like it was moving in slow motion from the head rush he was receiving. He looked down to the dark blue sheets he had been resting on, and immediately felt a pang of fear and panic at the two exotic vampires resting there. Untangling himself quickly, he stepped over Bakura and made to move towards the door. His head span again and he was overcome with the black glittering shapes over his eyes. Stumbling, he fell to his knees, letting out a small cry.

“Ryou?” a sleepy voice asked.

The human in question looked over to see a pair of violet eyes focusing on him in the dim room. The sight of Malik calmed Ryou and he quickly crawled over to his lover who was lying on the carpet under a thin blanket. Malik pulled Ryou into his arms hungrily and kissed his forehead with needy affection, rolling over and pulling the pale one over him so that he was lying with his back to the wall with Malik on his other side. Malik pulled the blanket over them both as Ryou clung onto him for dear life, shaking slightly. Malik wrapped his arms protectively around the smaller one and nuzzled into his hair.

“Don’t let him have me, Malik. Please... Help me. Don’t leave me. Please…” Ryou whispered feverishly into his chest.

Malik felt his heart tighten at the words of fear spoken by his love. He began to whisper soft words of comfort in his ear, listening to Ryou’s breathing calm and his hands grasping the back of his shirt loosen. All the while he thought of the nights events leading up to this moment.

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When Grawlash had pushed the unconscious Ryou at the vampires, Bakura had been momentarily stunned. Marik had held the small body in shock until it was pulled out of his hands by the pale vampire. Bakura had immediately felt Ryou’s neck in agitation, finding a weak pulse, but a pulse was enough to calm his heart which was beating faster than a humming bird’s. He tenderly licked the wounds closed while Malik looked on in fear, his hands gripping Marik’s leg. Bakura had abruptly stood up and walked from the hall without a glance at anyone.

“How could you have let this happen?!” Malik screamed when they were safely in the vampires’ chambers.

His face screwed up with anger and pain, he looked over at the frail, blood-stained body Bakura had laid on the bed. Malik tried to get near Ryou but Bakura would not let him. He continued to shout at the two vampires until his throat was sore, and he could not speak. In the end he had collapsed on the floor, crying, knowing there was the overwhelming chance that Ryou would not survive the night.

Bakura had watched his outburst with a blank face and pain filled eyes, and picked up Ryou on his arms, nodding at Marik.

“Malik?” The tanned vampire had reached out a hand to the human

Malik looked up at him with anger on his face, tear streaks marring the bronzed cheeks.

“Ryou is going to be Ok.” The vampire said, sitting down next to the human. Bakura left the room in silence with Ryou’s limp body in his arms.

Malik gave him a disbelieving look, raising an eyebrow.

“You heard Grawlash.” He whispered, his voice straining from its overuse, “He as good as said he’d killed him.”

“I think he underestimated how strong Ryou is.” Marik reasoned, “He’s still alive. Just.”

“But you still let it happen to him! Bakura didn’t do a thing and he’s the one that looks out for Ryou the whole time.” Malik croaked, a tear slipping down his face.

“Malik, you have no idea how upset Bakura is. Although he doesn’t show it that much on the outside, inside it’s tearing him up, especially the fact that he might have lost both of you.” Marik sighed, resting his head against the cool wall. “Grawlash is the only person he has ever feared – and many are terrified or Bakura, he can be quite, well, dark when he wants to be. This fucking dangerous creature then comes and threatens one of the things he holds most dear, he’s in a difficult place, Malik, he made a gamble tonight and it paid off.”

Malik looked over at the vampire thoughtfully, wiping his eyes and straightening himself up. Marik continued.

“If Bakura or I had shown we cared about Ryou, we would all be dead, simple as that. But if we had proved that we didn’t think much of him and Grawlash didn’t hurt him too bad, we would all be Ok. I just don’t think Bakura thought it would actually come to that situation. He’s in a state of shock that it did, and he is in a silent battle whether he did the right thing. I admire his courage, I know he takes guard over Ryou and I over you, but that doesn’t mean we don’t love you differently. If it had been you in Ryou’s position, I don’t know if I could’ve been as strong as Bakura, but that also means we would all be hanging on the walls of the Court right now with a few steaks through our hearts.”

Malik’s emotion filled head stirred. Love? It pierced the fog of sadness like a bright light. The vampires had never said the word with such sincerity. Marik had closed his eyes. He opened them again when he felt a soft pair of lips touch his own. He wrapped his arms around the distraught human and pulled him into a strong embrace, enclosing his black wings around him also.

“I just thought Ryou was… going to… you know… ” Malik said softly

“I know… I know.” Marik whispered, kissing the human’s forehead.

The two had then left the Court, arriving back at the vampires’ house to find Bakura asleep on the bed, Ryou clutched tightly in his arms, his blood still crusted on his torn shirt. Malik had grabbed a blanket off the floor and settled on the carpet after giving Ryou a saddened look. When Marik tried to coax him into the bed with him and the others, Malik had just shook his head and mumbled something about “needing him own time to think.” Marik respected his wishes and dropped into a restless sleep.

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Bakura’s pale hand slid over the navy bedcovers, searching for the body he had gone to sleep with. When nothing could be found except another set of soft wings, he was suddenly wide awake, eyes flickering open, darting around the room for his human lover. He sat up, allowing the sheets to pool around his hips, noticing on the heap of clothes by the opposite wall there was a familiar thin bloodstained white body surrounded in bronzed arms and partially covered by blankets.

After a while of gazing at the two forms on the floor, the paler one shifted and raised its head slowly. Chocolate eyes met. Ryou regarded the pale vampire propped up on his elbows on the bed, his black wings and blue bed sheets contrasting with the muscular creamy skin. Looking into each others eyes, both felt inexplicable feelings for the other. Bakura was the first to move, getting up from the bed and stretching his lithe boxer-clad form, wings ruffling, before glancing over at the human once more and moving towards the open window to lean on the sill and sigh into the pre dawn air.

Ryou got up too, swaying with the head rush he got yet again. Carefully making his way over to the vampire, he stood beside him for a moment, watching the slight breeze ruffle the pure white hair before opening his mouth to speak. The intake of air became too much for the human’s body, and a wave of faintness rushed over him. He would’ve fallen if the strong arm hadn’t swiftly wound around his waist and pulled him against the vampire’s chest.

Bakura bit down on the wrist of his free arm and silently offered the wound to the blood deficient human. Ryou carefully took the arm and drank his fill, looking vigilantly at the vampire’s face that was turned to the city outside. Feeling the strength return to his body, Ryou let go of the wrist and noted with a pang of love that Bakura’s arm was still around his waist. Bakura let the arm fall to his side, the skin knitting itself together in an instant.

“You must hate me.” Bakura said finally. He spoke softly, not meeting Ryou’s eye.

Ryou sighed, thinking over the explanation Malik had given him after he had joined him on the floor and after Malik’s conversation with Marik.

“Bakura, I don’t… Not at all.” Ryou whispered, wishing the vampire to look at him.

Bakura did as he wanted, gazing at the blood smeared face beside him in amazement.

“But I did nothing for you last night. I could’ve stopped him-”

Ryou silenced him with a finger to his lips. “If you did we would all be dead. You healed me, took me home, and made a hard decision to help us all. If that’s not showing you care, then I don’t know what is.”

Bakura took this in with astonishment. His face suddenly broke into a tender smile and he lent down to kiss Ryou’s lips with need. Ryou smiled too, twisting his fingers in the tangled white hair of the vampire and pressing their bodies closer together. Bakura broke apart and lent their foreheads together, looking deep into the other’s eyes.

“I love you.” He whispered. It was Ryou’s turn to look amazed,

“I love you, too.” He replied softly.

As he spoke, the sun rose over the cityscape and poured glowing orange over the Earth. The room was bathed in an amber blush as the pale lovers kissed once more, their souls as light as the feathers on a vampire’s wings. A disgruntled moan brought them out if their reverie.

“Kura… can we call in sick for school today?” The tanned vampire called from the bed, burying his face into the platinum hair next to him to escape the sun.

“Marik, it’ll seem a little suspicious if we all don’t go to school today.” Malik said, hugging the vampire next to him.

When Malik had noticed the absence of Ryou and the scene at the window, he had crawled into bed with Marik to the great pleasure of the vampire.

“Shhh… we can all have the same virus or something.” Marik mumbled, “They must know we live in such close… proximity.” He said, suddenly rolling on top of the human and giving the laughing male a wink.

Ryou rolled his eyes, looking from the two on the bed to Bakura, who was looking equally amused. Bakura swiftly looked his human up and down.

“Ryou, you’re filthy. You need a shower.” He said with a wink.

Ryou smiled and nodded. “Why don’t you come and help me then?” he said seductively.

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“Bakura! Do that again, and I’ll steal your sword or something!” Marik yelled

Ryou giggled as Bakura shook out his damp wings very close to his other vampire lover. They were all in the living room, Marik and Malik lounging on the floor eating ice cream, seemingly having a contest as to who could eat it in the most seductive way. Malik had Marik’s undivided attention, flicking the sweet cream off the spoon with his tongue, his eyes closed in pleasure, when the two other males walked in, wearing matching white towels around their hips and smirks on their faces.

“Have fun in the shower?” Malik asked, while Marik grumbled at getting wet.

“Mmhmm.” Ryou said, blushing slightly and running a hand through his damp white hair.

Marik smirked at the two; he could smell that they hadn’t made love… only done other things.

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The rest of the day was spent relaxing in each other’s company. Ryou ended up finishing off the ice cream, but Malik won their “seductive eating” contest when he went the whole-hog and pulled off his shirt to let the confection melt on his tanned chest. Needless to say, the sweet didn’t get past his toned abs before Ryou and Marik were cleaning him up, hungrily licking and nipping the soft skin.

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Malik and Ryou were in the kitchen preparing supper for them and the vampires, who were watching TV, when Malik voiced the question both had been thinking about since the council meetings.

“Hey, Ry?” He said, chopping chicken they were going to use for the stir fry.

“Yes?” he pale one replied

“Well I was thinking… about us and the vampires. You know the whole issue where they can’t sleep with us because we’re human?”

Ryou smiled, he knew where this was going, and he was pretty sure he had the same desires as his lover.

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After a hearty supper, the four settled in the living room to watch a film Marik had picked out. Ryou’s heart was beating faster by the minute; he knew what he and Malik had planned tonight. He lent over to whisper in Bakura’s ear,

“I’m tired, come to bed?”

Bakura nodded, the film wasn’t anything special. Taking Ryou’s hand, which he noted was hotter than usual; he followed the male out of the room and into their bedroom. At the sound of the others leaving the room, Malik felt a buzz run through him knowing his and Ryou’s plan was now in action. Sliding his hand suggestively up the leg beside him, Malik gave the vampire a seductive smirk.

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As the door shut behind him, Ryou smiled as Bakura wrapped his arms around his waist and pressed him up against the door, kissing him passionately. Ryou moaned as Bakura’s tongue skimmed his lips and asked for entrance, slipping into his mouth to initiate a dance with his hot organ. Ryou lifted a leg to wrap around the vampire’s waist, pressing the hardened lump between his legs against the other’s thigh.

Bakura smirked, reaching down to pull the other slim leg around his hips, grinding into the human pressed against the door. Ryou shuddered in pleasure at the feeling and gasped loudly. Bakura slid his hands under Ryou’s behind and drew away from the door, their lips still pressed together in infatuation.

Ryou felt the softness of the bed on his back and loosened his grip on the vampire, feeling the comforting weight on his chest. Bakura straddled the human and sat up, gazing down at the flushed face of his lover before him. Ryou reached up and tugged at the edge of Bakura’s shirt, knowing what he wanted, Bakura seductively pulled the garment over his head allowing his white hair to spill down his creamy shoulders and between his ebony wings. Bakura’s face was slightly in shadow from the dim room, his features punctuated by the glint of his fangs over his blood red lips. Ryou smiled in wonder, how did this sexy vampire come to love him?

Bakura swiftly removed Ryou’s shirt also and claimed his lips once more, roughening the kiss and causing another vibration down Ryou’s body due to the passion of the movements, the feeling of skin on skin, and Bakura’s hair brushing against his sensitized flesh. Ryou pressed their hips together in want and gasped when one of Bakura’s fangs nicked the skin of his lip. The sweet taste of Ryou never got old, Bakura thought, savoring the tang that seemed to reveal new elements to the flavor, and the mix of Ryou’s hot mouth and this most precious liquid was almost too much for the vampire to bear.

Sliding his hands over the smaller chest, he allowed his fingers to flick over the hardened nipples, drawing a gasp from the other. Trailing butterfly kisses down the smooth neck and now-healed collar bone, while resting his hands on the slim hips, Bakura made his way to the sensitive nubs of flesh. Flicking his tongue over the small object, and sucking languidly drew gasps from Ryou, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure. Bakura continued his work for a few more blissful minutes, before leaving the two and trailing his tongue and mouth further down the alabaster flat stomach.

Slim fingers made quick work of Ryou’s fly. Bakura looked up at the beautiful panting human from under his messy white hair before sliding the trousers slowly over pale hips, allowing the straining need freedom. Ryou gazed at the exotic vampire between his legs, letting forth a gasp as Bakura wrapped his long fingers around him and gave him another lust-filled look before letting his hot tongue lick the length of the prize in front of him. The taste that was only Ryou was addictive, Bakura just couldn’t get enough. Letting one hand trace patterns on the prominent hips, the other held Ryou’s length as he engulfed the member in a tantalizingly slow movement.

The heat and wet from Bakura’s mouth was all Ryou felt as he reached down to tangle his fingers in the white hair. A rush of pleasure drew a throaty moan from him as Bakura suddenly swallowed around his length. Shivering in an extremely aroused way, Ryou felt Bakura slide up and down over him, his quick tongue flickering over every detail Ryou had to offer. Setting up a rhythm, Bakura used his expert mouth to draw the utmost pleasure from the human before him. Hey, if Ryou was happy – and turned on, Bakura would most certainly be as well.

Quickening his pace slightly, feeling that Ryou was close, Bakura was shocked at Ryou trying to move away from him. Withdrawing immediately, Bakura looked up at the creamy skinned human in confusion. Using what seemed like every ounce of his self-control, Ryou halted the vampire’s skilled work.

“B-Bakura,” he panted, “Take me… Please?”

Bakura looked at the aroused human in shock,

“Are you sure? But that means-”

“I know.” Ryou cut across him softly. “I want it. I want… you.”

“Ryou, are you completely sure. It’s not something you can change after…” Bakura trailed off. Of course he was willing to do whatever his lover wanted, and he didn’t exactly mind the whole idea of Ryou spending centuries with him.

“I’ve talked with Malik. We both want, no, need you. Please, do it before I have to… finish the job…” Ryou said seductively

“As much as I’d like to see that,” Bakura said with a smirk on his face, “I think we’ll handle one thing at a time.”

With these words, he swiftly shed his trousers and pulled Ryou upright to him, clasping their kneeling bodies together, both gasping in pleasure as their erections rubbed together. Ryou initiated a rough kiss, to the delight of Bakura, who realized he would definitely be doing the right thing tonight. As Ryou tangled his fingers in the other’s hair again, Bakura’s hands slid down over the smooth back of the human, finally resting over the perfectly formed behind. Drawing away from the other, Bakura looked into Ryou’s eyes as he let one hand gently caress the soft skin before moving the slim digits inwards to explore the beautiful body further. Ryou gave him only a look of trust as the fingers slowly traced the most intimate part of him, replying to Bakura’s kiss as the enquiring digits gently started to push into him.

Wincing at the slight pain, Ryou put his effort into the kiss as the finger entered him further. Letting Ryou adjust, Bakura held his hand still for a moment, stopping the kiss and holding Ryou to him with one strong arm. Entering the second finger, Bakura had never felt anything like this pale one. Ryou was so tight and hot, the vampire was exercising so much caution not to hurt him, and self restraint not to screw him right now, so that when Ryou’s hand encircled his own need, he almost jumped in shock.

Looking down at the attractive face, Bakura smirked at him, letting his hand join Ryou’s own need, and stroking it ever so slightly as the fingers entered him fully. Ryou gasped out in pain and buried his head into the crook of Bakura’s neck, trying to relax against the invading digits. Whispering words of love and encouragement, Bakura carefully slid the fingers in and out, watching as the shivers of his lover became ones of pleasure, and his hips began to move with the gentle thrusts. Feeling Ryou was ready, Bakura added the third and final finger, pressing into him but wincing himself at the slight damp on his neck from Ryou’s tears.

Letting him adjust, Bakura lifted his hand from the gentle strokes he had been giving his lover and tilted the white haired head up to look at him. Leaning down, he licked the tears away and kissed Ryou’s mouth as he slid the fingers out and then in, smiling at the moan from the other.

Ryou suddenly felt the wave of pleasure through the pain he was experiencing, his legs starting to shake from the effort of holding himself up. Making a noise of disapproval when Bakura extracted his fingers, Ryou found himself yet again lying back on the bed, his legs spread over Bakura’s pale thighs. Giving Bakura a last reassuring look, Ryou was overcome with the pleasure of being filled as the large length pushed into him slowly. Bakura was defiantly bigger than Malik, Ryou concluded, as the feeling of the large pulsing member inside him made fire run through his veins, a tang of pain also present.

Bakura looked down at himself embedded in his lover and, after a moment, gave an experimental thrust right into him. When Ryou let out a scream, Bakura smirked and drew out of the body. Pushing back into the almost unbearable tightness, Bakura himself let out a moan, gripping the pale hips, pressing in further. Repeating this process, Bakura found a rhythm that satisfied both.

“F-faster, Bakura” Ryou gasped

Bakura smirked again; pulling out so only his head was in Ryou before thrusting back in quickly. Judging by the scream he got from Ryou, Bakura knew he was doing the right thing. Speeding up to his human’s request, until the two were riding the wave of ecstasy, Bakura harshly thrust into his lover, their breath coming in gasps, sweat trickling down the creamy skin on both. Meeting that sweet spot inside Ryou sent vibrations through the rocking bodies.

When Bakura reached between their rocking bodies and grasped Ryou’s pulsing length, both knew they were close. Digging his fingers into the pale vampire’s back, Ryou felt the heat rush through his body and pool in his hips, Bakura feeling the same, knowing it would only be a few more thrusts until he came. After a few well placed drives into Ryou, Bakura heard the other scream his name and the velvety walls around him tightened unbearably more, the hot seed spilling into his hand, his toes curling in pleasure.

Burying his head into the crook of Ryou’s neck, Bakura found his own release, thrusting the furthest he could into Ryou and discharging himself fully, listening to the moan as Ryou’s response to his offering. Ryou found himself being picked up into his lover’s arms, drowsy and trying to concentrate on the heat spreading through him inside.

Leaving himself within Ryou, Bakura knelt with him propped up on his thighs. Brushing the hair from the creamy neck, Bakura whispered “I love you” into Ryou’s ear before biting down into the pounding vein. Ryou let out a chocked noise, smiling slightly because he knew he was being changed, his afterglow state numbing the pain slightly and helping him fall easily into the darkness.

Bakura drank the pure blood until he could drink no more, feeling the lifeless arms of his lover slip from his neck and his head loll to the side. Leaving just enough blood in Ryou’s body, Bakura left the wound and laid the limp figure on the bed sheets, reaching onto the floor for a knife he knew would be there. Reaching up to his own neck, he quickly sought his own vein and pulled the blade across it, hissing at the pain and feeling the blood instantly burst free and trickle down his chest. Bending down and lifting Ryou’s face to the wound, Bakura trickled a few drops of blood onto the slightly parted lips.

Feeling the other’s lips begin to move slightly, Bakura smirked as his own blood continued to seep into the waiting mouth of his lover. Weak hands lifted to grasp Bakura’s neck, and the lips began to suck at the wound with more want. Lifting up the changing vampire in his arms, Bakura propped himself up against the headboard with Ryou cradled in his strong limbs, suckling at his neck.

Ryou became aware that he was being pulled out of the darkness by a strong taste. It was something he needed, and wanted. Feeling strength return to his weak body, Ryou came around fully, sucking on his lover’s neck that was giving forth a liquid he just couldn’t get enough of. It was energizing him, making him whole.

Knowing the time was right; Bakura pried Ryou away from his neck, letting his body heal the wound he had inflicted. Ryou gave a moan of disappointment, looking at Bakura with a love filled gaze; Bakura smiled at him and kissed him gently, shifting so that they were both lying on the rumpled sheets. Ryou sighed in content and nuzzled into Bakura’s chest sleepily.

“I love you.” He whispered

“I love you too. Forever.” Bakura replied, watching in satisfaction as the bite marks on Ryou’s neck gradually closed themselves up.

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As the bedroom door clicked shut, Marik watched as the tanned hand of his human lover slid slowly up his leg. He suddenly found himself pinned to the sofa with a devious looking Malik straddling his hips. Smirking up at the male, Marik swiftly caught the other’s thin wrists and roughly flipped him over, claiming his lips in a kiss. Struggling fruitlessly against the vampire, Malik gave in to the hot mouth on his, allowing the questioning tongue entrance to dance with his own.

Malik nipped the lips on his and ran his leg up the ones between his own. In retaliation, Marik smirked and bit him back, rubbing their needs together through the inconvenient clothes. Malik let out a moan, tasting his own blood in the sticky mix in their mouths, allowing Marik to sensuously lick the small puncture, healing it instantly.

Marik moved his hands down from their place restraining the other’s wrists above his head and ran them the length of the slim body below, flicking his deft fingers under the violet top Malik was wearing. Slowly tracing patterns over the tanned skin, Marik pulled Malik to him slightly to draw the garment over the other’s head, kissing him passionately whilst removing his own. Malik wrapped his arms around the elder’s neck, pulling him closer into the kiss, their naked chests pressing together, the cool of the gold around their toned arms causing bolts of pleasure through their skin where it touched.

Malik reached down between them and undid the button of Marik’s trousers that were low on his hips. Marik’s hand stopped his work, and he broke away from the rough kiss, getting off Malik and slipping to the floor where he knelt, giving the human a devilish look through his kohl rimmed eyes. Malik’s look of confusion at the vampire now turned into one of lust as he gazed at the tanned body, kneeling up with his fly undone, chest heaving and wings poised in the darkened room, the tangled platinum hair shimmering slightly in the moonlight.

The vampire reached out and pulled Malik roughly by the hips so that he was facing him, almost seated, with his feet touching the floor either side of the aroused demon. Marik smirked up at the human from between his legs and painfully slowly ran his hands up the material clad legs to the place where it met the smooth skin. Undoing the fly, he looked into Malik’s eyes seductively as he reached inside the trousers and pulled forth the straining length. Malik moaned at the touch, body quivering in anticipation at his sensitized flesh being handled by his lover, trying not to lose control to the ministrations. Marik left the organ and swiftly pulled the trousers off his human, just as he was about to place his hot waiting mouth over the treat in front of him, Malik jerked his head up from his chin. Marik looked bemused, and sat up, taking the length in his hand and resting his elbows on the sofa either side of the other’s tanned hips, stroking gently he cocked his head to one side, he looked up at the aroused human in question.

“Fuck…m-me?” Malik managed through the gasps of pleasure from the vampire’s slow administrations.

The stroking stopped suddenly.

“Malik, just because I turn you on this much, try to not let my actions affect you mind, Ok?” Marik said with a smirk, starting the movements again.

“Ah! I was being… serious.” Malik said, voice straining over the pleasure as Marik increased his pace. “Fuck me. Turn me… I w-want it.” He gasped

Marik sat up, leaning close to his breathless lover.

“There’s no going back.” He spoke low, his hand moving slowly again.

Malik gave him an almost crazed grin, a gleam of love and trust in his eyes, and nodded slowly, controlling himself.

“Take me.” He whispered.

Marik’s mouth curled into a smile and suddenly jerked his lover’s length, causing him to scream. Bending down quickly, he engulfed the member in his hot mouth, sucking blissfully on Malik, who was shaking at the sensations. While his mouth was busy, Marik swiftly pulled off his remaining clothes and ran his tongue over the throbbing flesh of the younger one, moving up and down over him.

Pulling back, Marik looked into the clouded violet eyes before him and brought a tanned finger slowly to his lips, letting his tongue flick out to wrap around the tip. Malik moaned and moved his own hand down to stroke himself, to the utmost delight of the exotic vampire. Sucking three of his fingers seductively in succession, Marik stilled the other’s busy hand and took the hot object into his mouth, at the same time running his damp fingers over Malik’s entrance. Swallowing suddenly, Marik pushed one finger into his lover to a gasp filled with both pain and pleasure that escaped him, the administrations taking Malik’s mind off the invasion.

Carefully slipping the one finger in and out of his lover, Marik soon found the moans from Malik were ones of gratification, amplified when a second digit was added, sliding in alongside the other. Marik found the heat and tightness of Malik something unexpected, so when his third finger joined the others inside the opening, he wasn’t surprised at the cry of pain that came from Malik. Looking up he saw Malik had his eyes shut and a few tears were running down his cheeks, his hands grasping the soft fabric of the sofa.

Waiting until he was sure the human was ready for him; Marik gently started thrusting his fingers in and out of him, suddenly hitting something that made Malik’s back arch and a scream of pleasure break from his throat.

“N-now, Marik.” The aroused human whispered harshly.

Marik did not need telling twice, withdrawing his fingers and adjusting Malik’s hips so that they were on the edge of the sofa, and therefore an comfortable position for both, he placed the head of his need at the tight entrance and pushed forwards swiftly, embedding himself completely inside his lover. Malik let out a scream, sitting up slightly and welcoming the strong embrace of his vampire. Marik held the small quivering body against him, breathing deeply at the tight heat surrounding him. Malik panted into Marik’s bronze shoulder, eventually adjusting to the large member locked inside him, shifting his hips slightly and finding a jolt of electricity run through him.

Marik listened to the moan escaping his lover, lent down to kiss him with need and pushed him back onto the cushions before holding his hips and withdrawing himself almost completely. Malik made a noise of irritation that turned quickly into a scream as Marik thrust into him roughly. The human gasped in amazement at the incredible pleasure that washed over him, begging the vampire for more – to which he obliged.

Setting a deep pace, at encouragement from Malik, the vampire’s thrusting became more rough and needy, drawing moans from both. Malik felt the familiar heat rising in his chest, his need that was being stimulated by the movement of Marik’s body was becoming tighter. Marik noticed this and feeling fire run through his veins, thrust more and more harshly into Malik, his breath coming faster and faster. With a scream, Malik let lose, his seed leaking onto their stomachs, his toes curling and his walls tightening unbearably around his lover, who bit his lip, and delivered a deep thrust that spilt his essence inside Malik, coating him inside with warmth.

Leaning forwards once more, Marik gathered the dazed human into his arms who cuddled into his warmth and wrapping his weak legs around the vampire’s hips. Brushing the blonde hair off his neck, Marik kissed the skin tenderly to a small moan of appreciation from Malik before biting down over the vein. Feeling Malik’s sharp intake of breath and slight reflex struggle, Marik held Malik still and drew the spicy, untainted blood from his body, eyes shutting in appreciation. Feeling the slim legs drop from his hips and the being in his arms relax and become limp, Marik knew he had drunk enough. Still holding the motionless human in his arms, the vampire reached into his discarded trouser pocket for the blade he always carried there.

Settling himself on the sofa, Marik held the human’s head close to his neck and drew the knife down his own skin, allowing his pounding heart to drip the crimson blood from his body and onto the unresponsive human’s lips. After the first few drops, Marik felt Malik stir slightly, and after a minute, the vampire felt Malik suddenly shift so that he was straddling his sire’s hips, his arms wrapped around him and mouth drinking the life-giving liquid covetously. Prying the dependant one off his neck, Marik stroked his lover’s naked back and allowed his body to close his wound. Lying down on the sofa, Marik pulled the blanket off the back of it over them both, feeling Malik curling up into his warmth. Wrapping his arms around the new vampire’s slim body, Marik nuzzled into the other’s hair, breathing in the scent of sex and blood in appreciation.

“I love you.” He mumbled, falling into sleep

“I love you too.” Malik whispered, letting his tired body finally rest.

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Wow! Two lemons in one chapter, I’m exhausted! Hope you enjoy the hard work put into them ;)

I'm sorry for the angust I may have caused many readers in the last chapter, this is my version of an apology!

They’re all together now… happy times, but another chappie is around the corner! I was describing Ryou’s head rushes along the lines of the ones I usually get (except I’ve got low blood sugar and that malarkey) And if anyone’s seen the modern Romeo + Juliet, I was looking for the imagery in Bakura at the window like the first time you see Leo on the beach *swoon* he’s gorgeous, no? Thanks for reading, please review!