Love Under a Silver Moon

Love Under a Silver Moon

Chapter 14, The End

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Soft white hair flickered around a smooth, defined chin, illuminated by the moon that hung low in the obsidian sky. The silver sword with a jade inlayed handle – a present from his sire – rolled over slim white fingers, the metal catching the light, causing a gleam to pass across the concrete roof he was standing on. Silky black feathers met pale skin seamlessly and the jet black wings ruffled at the slight chill in the air, moving closer to the body for heat.

Ryou’s sharp chocolate eyes scanned the various allies and rooftops from his position, perched on the roof of an office block. His sensitive hearing picked up every sound in the area, from the dog barking two streets away, to the quiet footsteps that signaled to the vampire something rather interesting.

The last two weeks had definitely been eventful, Ryou decided. When he and Malik had woken up the morning after they had been changed, neither would go without touch from their vampire sires. Ryou had, in his opinion, but not Marik’s, overreacted when Bakura left the room in the morning to start making them all breakfast. Marik had sired Bakura so was all-too familiar with the actions of a newly-turned vampire. So when Ryou had realized Bakura wasn’t in the same room as him, a screaming and crying fit had taken over him, bringing all the others into the room, and causing at least half an hour to be spent in calming a distraught Ryou down.

The two had also become incredibly annoying to the senior vampires, with Bakura almost snapping at the hyperactive Ryou for wanting to race him round the house for the seventh time that day.

“Bakura, calm down.” Marik had called leisurely from his seat on the sofa.

He was in the action of watching TV while throwing microwave popcorn from a bowl at his side to Malik, who was bounding round the room on all fours, a huge smile on his face as he pounced on the snack as it hit random parts of the carpet.

“I put up with you when you were like this, so don’t complain, deal with it.” Marik added, suddenly being pounced on by the exuberant Malik.

“Iloveyou!” Malik said, clinging to Marik like a baby monkey, nuzzling his head into the tanned chest before pressing his cheek into the soft fabric and looking into the violet eyes in adoration.

Both of the newly-changed vampires agreed that the most painful part of their transformation was when their wings had grown. Ryou’s had formed first, four days after the initial blood transfusion and at a very early hour of the morning when the others were asleep.

Bakura awoke first with a jolt. The usual needy arms around him were gone. Rushing around the house, checking every room in an urgent panic he had finally found his small lover curled up a corner of the living room, partly covered by the drapes at the windows: it was as though he had tried to hide himself.

The small body was shaking visibly, two wet black wings protruding from his back, twisted at an awkward angle over the damp white skin with newly-formed feathers stuck to his flesh from the moisture. His breath came in deep rasps as though he had just done strenuous exercise. Bakura had reached out a hand to help his lover, but at the touch, Ryou’s head had snapped up and his legs curled beneath him, a growl escaping his lips at the crouched vampire before him. Ryou shuffled backwards slightly, his pain fogged mind telling him to get away from anyone and anything, and he accidentally crushed one of his newly formed wings, the tender new flesh and bone registering almighty agony. Bakura’s face twisted into panic at the pain over his lover’s face and he tried to touch him again, but was again met with a snarl and a thrash that seemed just too much for the small body, which collapsed on the carpet, ragged breathing escaping his cracked lips.

Not knowing what to do, Bakura ran and roused Marik, who joined him in the living room at Ryou’s side. Marik informed Bakura that he was just the same as this, he just probably didn’t remember. The new vampire’s wings would soon dry on their own and when he returned to consciousness, his hearing, taste, smell and sight would be more sensitive. Lifting up the passed out male’s lip slightly, Marik showed Bakura the new fangs coming through the gums, around the root was red and swollen, the body constantly trying to heal itself but rearrange the vampiric qualities at the same time.

As Bakura tentatively lay down on the carpeted floor next to the quivering body of his lover, an aggressive growl ripped through the still air of the house, causing the vampire to sit bolt upright. Marik walked into the room, casually licking blood off a healing wound on his arm.

“Malik’s decided to turn completely now as well. He’s in the kitchen.”

Marik sank into the sofa, glancing at his two white haired lovers. Noticing Bakura’s questioning look he added,

“But you might not want to go near him. He’s not as… ‘passive’ as Ryou.”

Two days later, Malik lay on the sofa, flicking through a magazine with Ryou at his side, still trying to find a comfortable position to lie in with his newly acquired wings. Ryou was napping lightly at his side, his own wings hanging down loosely over the side of the sofa and onto the carpet and a pale arm wrapped around the other’s body.

A sudden twinge of pain shot through the blonde’s body. A confused expression passed over his face, only to be replaced by distress as the pain directed itself at the new vampire’s stomach. Ryou stirred at the feeling of his lover clutching his belly, lifting his head and gazing at him in worry. At that moment, a wave of hunger so strong broke over Ryou that he actually cried out in shock.

That night, Bakura and Marik had taught them how to hunt.

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The footsteps that had caught the pale vampire’s attention stopped. A slight rustle filled his ears abnormal shadows flickered in the gap between two buildings, alerting the vampire and causing a smirk to grace his lips, the ivory fangs bared over his bottom lip.

Ryou stepped forwards off the building. He briefly enjoyed the roar of wind passing his face and the flip of his stomach in excitement at the feeling of falling. Suddenly spreading the black feathered limbs, flight had come more easily than expected for the two new vampires; he slowed his decent and landed silently on the pavement.

He silently walked down the road, keeping to the shadows from the buildings that loomed beside him. Entering the dim ally, movement at the end of it caught his eye and his grip on his sword tightened as he strode confidently, but soundlessly deeper between the buildings. He halted a few paces away from the disturbance, which had now actually gone quiet.

All of a sudden, Ryou felt a chill up his spine which made his body go rigid at the feeling of cool metal being slipped under his shirt up his back between his wings. Hot breath played over the quivering vampire’s pale neck. Ryou shut his eyes and breathed in deeply, tipping his head to the side as he recognised the cinnamon scent and heard the slight jangle of gold earrings.

“What do we have here?” The predator asked. A smirk flickered over Ryou’s mouth as his lover ran the cool metal up and down his back, daring to break the skin.

“An attractive little vampire, hm? With skin pale enough to shame the moon… Oh- ” Malik breathed in deeply, “- and the sweetest blood I’ve ever come across.”

Ryou took this opportunity to react, ducking down suddenly and spinning around, his sword held in both hands across his body in a defensive stance. Malik smirked from under his platinum hair, his eyes in shadow from the night.

He suddenly jabbed forwards, but being deflected by Ryou, passed the smaller and quickly turned again, just in time to halt a ferocious blow to his chest. Swords clashing, the two vampires ducked and weaved, faces concentrated. Malik let out a hiss as Ryou slashed his stomach, the blood immediately gushing from his tanned skin and running into the black trousers he was wearing. Finding a new burst of strength, Malik fought back harshly, landing a slash to Ryou’s arm and a long one down his chest.

The two backed off to catch their breath, their bodies covered in a sticky mess of blood and sweat, chests heaving with the effort. Circling each other, Malik blew Ryou a kiss which made the pale vampire smile and giggle cutely. Ryou was cut off abruptly by a strong arm wrapping around his waist and yanking him deeper into the shadows, Malik looked on in confusion before feeling his hands being grabbed and slammed up against a wall, the bronzed vampire gasping in pain and shock, allowing his sword to fall from his fingers and clatter onto the floor. He aimed a kick at the one restraining him and by the grunt he knew it had connected. The other retaliated with a punch to his head that sent stars through Malik’s vision, temporarily dazed, he felt himself thrown onto the floor next to another quivering body, which he soon realized was Ryou.

“These ones are quite feisty, Bakura.” The darker of the two attackers said

The two figures were standing over the smaller males, swords poised in their hands and faces shrouded in darkness.

“This one is rather exotic…” Bakura noted, leaning over Malik

Malik smirked in the darkness. Role play.

“What do you want with us?” Ryou suddenly piped up, looking at the two in mock terror

Marik swiftly reached out and grabbed Ryou by the front of his shirt, roughly hauling him to his feet and holding him to his body. Ryou felt the strong arms around him and the hard chest against his own, the musky scent of Marik surrounded him as he let out an inadvertent shiver of desire against the other.

“With you, my dear little Ryou…” Marik whispered into his ear, kissing his neck gently, pulling him closer, “…I would want nothing better than you spread out under me, your sweet little mouth gasping my name as I… Fuck… You.”

The demon punctuated his words with kisses, and at the last words Ryou took a sharp intake of breath, letting out a soft moan at the thought, his eyes shutting in rapture. Marik chuckled slightly at the effect of his words, but was brought out of his devious thoughts by Ryou speaking.

“You want me?” He whispered seductively

The tanned vampire let out a hiss as a pain shot through his wrist. Pulling his hands away, Marik looked up from the bleeding cut to Ryou stepping back from him, running his pink tongue over the blade of Marik’s own dagger, the wet organ clearing away the blood.

“You’re going to have to… Bite me.” Ryou said, looking up at Marik demurely

“Oh,” he added, “and Marik? Take note of where my hands are next time.”

Marik smirked, he hadn’t planned for Ryou to get hold of his knife that was in his back pocket, but it sure made things interesting.

“Don’t worry; I will pay the utmost attention to where those slim fingers venture in future…” Marik caught Ryou’s smirk at the veiled comment.

A sudden yelp brought them both from their kinky thoughts. Looking round, both saw Bakura standing over Malik, who had his hands closed over the gold and quartz handle of his sword but Bakura’s blade had already cut the younger one’s arm. In a quick movement Malik knocked the white haired vampire’s sword away and sprung up, engaging a fight.

Taking advantage of the spectacle, Marik turned to Ryou with a powerful blow that was deflected at the last moment by the smaller, a series of swift attacking and defensive maneuvers followed, resulting in blood being drawn on both. Ryou’s sword suddenly connected with Marik’s back, below his wings, and he let out a small shocked noise as the cutting edge opened a huge gash the width of his back.

Falling to his knees, Marik hear Ryou drop his sword with a clatter and move in front of him. Ryou wrapped his arms around the surrendering vampire’s neck and hugged him close, kneeling on the floor in front of him.

“Sorry… Sorry…” The pale one whispered, drawing back slightly and looking into the slightly distressed filled eyes of the vampire.

“Great work Ryou.” Marik said, gritting his teeth at the pain

He was genuinely pleased – this was the first fight he had won against him or Bakura. Smirking at the other, he tipped his head to the side and brushed away his tangled blonde hair, gazing at Ryou intently. Ryou looked on anxiously, he had never drunk from any of his lovers before, well apart from when he was being healed and when he was changed, but this was different. He had never inflicted the wound to drink from, put it that way.

“Go on. You won.” Marik said gently

“… Are you sure?” Ryou whispered, his pale fingers brushing over the pounding vein.

Marik just nodded, smiling when Ryou lent his head into the crook of his neck. Ryou tentatively licked the area he was about to puncture, inhaling the strong scent and feeling Marik’s arms around his waist tighten. He carefully bit down, surprised at first at the amount of blood that spilled out, but sinking his teeth in more roughly as the musky, exotic taste filled his senses, his body begging for more. After a few more gulps, Ryou withdrew his teeth and flicked his tongue over the wounds, closing up the holes and kissing the skin tenderly.

Bakura had been watching the whole of the event take place from his view over Malik’s shoulder. Their fight had been won by Bakura and he had drunk the spicy but sweet blood of the bronzed vampire in relish, probably amplified by the sight of his innocent white-haired lover take blood from the darkness that was Marik. He held Malik protectively in his arms, leaning in to kiss him passionately. Bakura appreciated the way all of his lovers were different, rough, innocent, sweet, interesting – at the moment Malik was definitely roughing up their kiss, but the senior vampire complied with vigor.

The seductive bronzed vampire drew away and tugged at the bottom of Bakura’s shirt. Bakura allowed him to pull it over his head, kissing the other and removing his own shirt as well. Malik scanned the creamy, toned chest and licked his lips, falling to his knees in front of Bakura and playing his nimble fingers over the small bloody gashes that littered the otherwise perfect flesh. With a wink, Malik leaned in close, allowing his hot breath to run over the skin before his quick tongue darted out and ran itself sensually over the openings in the flesh, healing the cuts and tasting the individual flavor of the white haired vampire.

Bakura inadvertently shivered, the wet organ sliding over his flesh sending heat through his body where it traced. When he felt Malik was done, he roughly pulled the younger to his feet and shoved him against the brick wall, crushing his lips to the rosebuds before him. Malik moaned in delight, hooking his legs around the other’s hips and feeling Bakura rub his slight hardness between his legs, drawing another moan from both.

Malik knew Bakura wouldn’t be this rough with Ryou unless he asked him, but to Malik, the exotic demon’s antics just turned him on, and Bakura definitely knew this. Bakura moved down his jaw line, running his quick tongue over the bruise from earlier. Swiftly healing the other cuts, Bakura reveled in the toned body under his fingers, and judging by the loud moan from behind him, he knew Marik was delighting in the same thing as he, just with the other equally as seductive newly changed vampire.

Malik, on the other hand, didn’t know what to concentrate on more – Bakura’s quick and wet tongue or the sight of Ryou draped across his look-alike, slowly healing the large cut on the tanned back, much to the delight of Marik. The one being healed suddenly flipped over his healer and straddled the thin hips. By the look of things, Marik had already healed Ryou.

“H-hey, Bakura?” Malik gasped

The strong vampire had just drawn away from a kiss and was trailing licks and nips down the other’s collarbone, coursing pleasurable sensations through the smaller body.

“Hmm?” Bakura replied, thoughtfully sucking perfectly tanned flesh

“I… I need to eat.” Malik managed

Bakura straightened up, smirking at the not-so-innocent vampire, before nodding and turning to the other two, who were engaged in a heavy make-out session on the floor, Ryou’s hands tangled in the wild blonde hair in lust. He nodded at Malik before speaking.

“Ryou! If you continue to make out with my Sire quite so sexily, I will be forced to take you right here and now.”

That got Ryou’s attention. The white head snapped back to gaze at the other chocolate eyes in amusement. A smirk graced his features.

“Ok.” He said with a small shrug, pressing his lips against Marik’s smiling ones.

Malik laughed and untangled himself from Bakura. He moved over to Ryou, who lifted his head to look at his lover.

“Hungry?” Malik asked, kissing Ryou’s lips gently

The white haired one smiled and nodded, getting off the disgruntled Marik. He picked up his sword and slipped it into his belt, the others doing the same.

“I’ll find it!” Ryou said happily, springing into the air.

Marik and Bakura looked at each other and smiled, they were relieved that the two had adapted to becoming night walkers so easily, with Ryou having a new found passion for flight.

Riding the air currents above the city, Ryou scanned the various streets for prey, dipping and weaving around Malik, giggling at his attempts to catch the swift flyer. The winds blew his snow-white hair away from his eyes and rippled his clothes.

Cruel laughter caught Ryou’s ears and he sighted a group of six people in a narrow street a little ahead of them. Signaling to the others, Ryou dived down onto a rooftop over the ally, freefalling as far as he could before spreading his black feathered wings and landing on the concrete.

All of a sudden, a body pressed up against his back between his wings. Strong pale arms wrapped around his waist, as Bakura rested his chin on the younger one’s shoulder, kissing his cheek gently.

“What have we got on the menu then?” He asked silkily

Looking over Ryou’s shoulder, Bakura could see in the dimness below six males. All reeked of alcohol and were smoking, one throwing various rocks at a cat on the wall at the end of the ally. As the four vampires sized up their opposition, a little of the conversation between the drunk males could be heard.

“Yhea, I don’t know what happened to that rat. I was looking forward to screwing him; I bet he’s only off school ‘cos he can’t walk ‘cos of that freak Egyptian dude he always hangs around with.”

Bakura felt Ryou tense in his arms.

“What? He beats him up as well?” Another of the gang asked

“No you idiot! It’s because I bet you anything they’re shagging surrounded by tons of sick roses and shit, that’s the kind of thing the rat is into. They’re together now anyway, and always hang round with those fucked-up look-alikes.” Fumito sneered

Ryou’s breathing became irregular, anger bubbling up inside him.

“Come on, we’ll go find some more.” Bakura whispered in his ear, worried about Ryou hearing what they had to say. He tried to move the pale one away from earshot, but the other just shoved his hands away and took a step towards the edge of the building.

Ryou then didn’t move, his knuckles turning white over the handle of his sword.

“Man, I would love to smash those guys heads in!” another of the cronies called, to the agreement of the others.

“Ha ha! Well when that albino rat comes back to school, all we need to do is get him on his own, and it’s fun, fun, fun for all of us. I just hope he’ll be able to handle all of us… No I’m joking! I can’t wait to hear him scream!” Fumito said animatedly, to the sick laughter of the rest of the gang.

That was the last straw to Ryou, he jumped off the side of the building and down into the ally. Malik and Marik made to jump after, but were held back by Bakura.

“Wait.” Was all the vampire said to the questioning looks.

“Bakura, there’s six of them!” Malik said desperately

Bakura nodded and turned away from the two tanned ones, gazing with intent at the bottom of the ally.

Ryou constricted his wings to his back at the mouth of the ally. Walking forwards in mock caution, he approached the area he knew Fumito and his gang were around. His staged footsteps echoed up the stone walls, and he stumbled over to the first gang members.

“Who’s there?” Fumito called

Jumping down from his seat on top of a stack of crates, he watched as Ryou allowed a few of the cronies to grab his arms, making a scene of struggling against their hold. He looked around in mock fright to see the gang members’ positions and noted them down in his mind, his scared eyes finally resting on the bulking figure of the leader.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t our pathetic albino rat – talk of the devil!” Fumito sneered to the laughter of associates

“We were just wandering when you were going to repay your side of the deal.” He mocked, grasping Ryou’s chin and tilting his head back.

“I’m afraid that can’t happen.” Ryou said coolly

Fumito looked shocked; no one had ever stood up to him before.

“What did you say?” He asked dangerously

“He was trying to tell you that we’re the only ones that will be fucking him.” A silky voice spoke through the darkness

A loud crack echoed through the ally as Bakura’s fist connected with the skull of one of the cronies holding Ryou. Ryou smirked as Fumito gave a scared look as Malik and Marik began throwing punches and kicks at some of the other gang members. The leader turned to run a few paces towards the back of the ally before crashing into a smaller figure in front of him.

“Get out of my way rat!” he yelled, aiming a punch at the vampire.

Ryou caught his fist and squeezed, feeling, with satisfaction, the crack of at least two of the fingers. Fumito screamed and kicked Ryou in the stomach, causing the pale one to let go of the hand but swiftly deliver a punch to the bully’s jaw. More punches and kicks were thrown by both until Ryou managed to get Fumito pinned against a wall by his neck. Allowing his body to heal the bruises forming on his body, Ryou wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a flick of his hand and gave the bully a twisted smile.

“You know, Fumito, this is for all the times you pushed me around.” He said in a deathly whisper

The sound from the other fighting was dying down as the vampires managed to knock the rest of the gang out. Fumito eyes darted around and he breathed in short gasps, scared by the sudden strength of the person he had attacked so many times before. He ran his tongue quickly over his bloody lips like a snake, and gazed at the dangerous being in front of him out of swelling eyes.

“Get lost rat. If you piss off I’ll never do anything to you again. The deal’s off Ok?”

Ryou let out a sinister laugh, rolling his head backwards, the moonlight glittering off his fangs. His face abruptly becoming cold once more as he looked Fumito dead in the eyes, he shook out his now-tangled white hair and shifted his grip down from the thick neck.

“Too little… Too late.” He whispered with venom

He suddenly lunged towards the male, digging his fangs deep into the main vein. Although the blood was bitter, the revenge tasted sweet. The struggling of Fumito died down as more blood was taken by the one he had taken advantage of for so long. Feeling his senses sharpening as the hot blood was taken in by his vampiric body, Ryou felt energized, not only because he needed the blood, but because he was finally completely taking control of his life.

Ripping his teeth from the skin, he spat on the wound before turning around to see his lovers standing waiting for him, they had also filled their appetites. Bakura watched as Ryou let the limp body fall to the floor behind him, looking into his lover’s face. Illuminated in the moonlight, Ryou’s eyes were shut and his head tipped back slightly, inhaling a deep breath through his nose, his mouth curled into a relived smile. Ryou tipped his head forwards, opened his eyes and lifted his hand to his face, smearing the ruby blood from around his mouth and chin off his features and walking slowly over to Bakura.

He silently wound his arms around his Sire’s neck and hugged him to his body in an almost desperate way. Bakura slipped his arms around the slim waist and held him also, letting the moment linger as Ryou nuzzled into his chest.

“I don’t think we need to bother about them again.” Malik noted, nudging one of the unconscious gang members

Ryou giggled and looked at Malik sheepishly.

“Let’s go.” Marik said, winking at Ryou and grabbing Malik’s hand as he leapt into the crisp night sky.

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All of them were seated on a hill overlooking the glittering city. Nestled in Bakura’s arms and soft wings, Ryou never felt more content. He leant over to kiss Malik gently, who was propped up against Bakura, with Marik’s arms and wings surrounding both him and the elder pale vampire. Drawing away from his lover and best friend, Ryou found the warm lips of Marik pressed against his own almost immediately after. Raising a slim hand to rest against the tanned jaw, they soon broke apart with Marik moving up to kiss the pale one’s forehead. Bakura sighed and nuzzled into his soft hair, drawing him closer to his body.

Ryou smiled a beautiful smile as he regarded his lovers under the silver moon.

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Fin

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So sad… I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!

What a long last chapter, Ryou got a tad dark just then… Comments?

Thank you so much all of you who have been with me the whole journey and to absolutely everyone who reviewed, I really appreciate it! I never thought I would get such a positive response, especially as this is my first fanfic.

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So here are a few special thanks:

~ Cody_Thomas
I've never actually known of anyone who also had hypoglycemia and understood my pain! Seriously, I so get what you mean about people thinking its "great" to have to eat sugar the whole time, and especially the looks I get from my friends when I pile on the syrup on my pancakes so I can make it through the morning! I don't think I have it as bad as you do, though, I will still think of you as I get out of bed and promptly fall over again from dizzyness! Oh yes... and I also ADORE your reviews, seriously, thank you so much. I'm working on that leagal loophole allowing fangirls to kill the bad guy - I think it's under paragraph "Sequel" Clause "2"? I'll check it :P for you. Anyways, thanks again for lightening my day with your great reviews, I hope you're pleased with the end result! ^.~

~ Yami Kuro Ookami Hatake
You took the review virginity and then kept it up all the way! Thank you so much for your kind words and comments, little role plays and Bazooka handling, I really appreciate it. I hope you like the final thing, but I'm thinking of doing a sequel or some other stories, so it'll be more vampire fun for everyone! I apologise for not writing a bit of foursome fun, I will in time, it's just I'm waiting for the realisation that I've finally plucked up the courage to write a fanfic sink in! Thanks so much for your brilliant reviews and support, ^-^

~ DarkNecrofear
Amazing writer, if you haven't read her fics, you should do that right now! Thanks so much for your reviews both here and on FF, I really appreciate it, especially from the writer that inspired me in the first place. Thank you ^.^

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In the pipeline (possibly..!) Tell me your thoughts...

~ Prequel (BxM)

~ A second to this fic, more adventures! (BxRxMxM)

~ “Camping” a story I thought up ages ago in my head, about how a seemingly innocent trek in the woods can lead to other things. (BxR with a little BxRxMxM)

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