He Among Us Without Sin

He Among Us Without Sin

Mally-chan & hatochiisai

YAOI WARNING

Disclaimer: We do not own Yugioh. Hato does own Mikado and Ahmose, though.

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Chapter 15

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Malik, Marik, Ryou and Yami all sat around the fire place in the little sitting room, watching Ahmose pace.

"Bakura won't hurt him." Marik said, for what seemed like the thousandth time that day.

Yami flicked his tail. "If he had intended to hurt Mikado, he would have done it a hundred times over by now.” He pointed out, yawning. He was still very much recovering from his resurrection. He spent most of HIS time sleeping, and eating.

Ryou nuzzled into Marik's arms worriedly. "Poor Mikado...”

"Don't worry. I doubt Bakura is keeping Mikado against his will... He likes the kid.” He said. The werewolf looked tired. He had gone to his first confession earlier that day, and it had taken four hours.

Yami snickered slightly looking at Marik's slightly drooping ears. "Confession eat you out like a virgin Russian sold to the slut house?” He chuckled.

Ryou gasped, utterly SHOCKED at that kind of talk.

Marik turned and gave Yami a look. "My, that was eloquent...” He muttered sarcastically. Even Ahmose was giving Yami a look.

Yami flicked his tail. "I'm not hearing a no.” He snickered.

Ryou whined and merely buried his face in Marik's shoulder.

"Awww and look, the virgin is cuuuuuddling you." Yami teased, yawning broadly again and wrapping his wings around himself, pulling another blanket on top of him. "At least I have an excuse... I was just resurrected after being cluster fucked by swords, only to have my genetics tinkered with by a crazy priest bent on soul saving.” He grumbled, eyelids drooping.

"Yami, knock it off." Ahmose said, glaring. "You're upsetting him." Marik glared at Yami and cuddled Ryou.

"Virgin ass, virgin ears.” He said shrugging.

Ryou whined, but his mind was beginning to wander at that statement... Yami had developed an aura of his own, and it was affecting him in the most deliciously evil ways.

Marik sighed, looking down at Ryou. "Ignore him.” He said, kissing the boy's head.

"Yami, just hush." Ahmose groaned, considering stuffing the demon's mouth with MORE food... though he was sure that Yami had put on 10 pounds over the past twenty four hours...

Ryou gave Marik a pouting blush, gazing up into his eyes and biting his lip.

Yami gave Ahmose a similar look. "Spend all this time resurrecting me to hush me?” He pouted, wings drooping.

"You're upsetting Ryou, Yami. There's no reason for you to do that." Ahmose said, finally sitting down next the Incubus and draping an arm around him. He rubbed his forehead.

Yami instantly wrapped his tail around Ahmose's waist and pulled him closer with a wing nuzzling him. "mmm...” He cooed kissing him.

Ryou stared, blushing. He couldn't help himself...

Marik chuckled and ruffled Ryou's hair. "You're so cute...” He cooed, glancing at Malik, who was dozing.

Yami smirked and nuzzled Ahmose again. "I think Ryou's jealous...” He whispered softly.

"Shhh... he's troubled by his feelings for Marik." Ahmose replied.

Yami smirked. "I can fix that...” He purred.

"No." Ahmose said firmly, popping Yami on the head, but he also kissed his cheek.

Yami grinned and stuck out his tongue, his tail waving calmly. Little did Ahmose know it was a spell... well he didn't know... until it was too late anyway.

Marik sighed and leaned back, closing his eyes and relaxing, running a hand up and down Ryou's back. Ahmose also had his eyes closed, and his fingers tangled in Yami's hair.

Ryou groaned softly feeling suddenly very... mellow. He nuzzled into Marik. "Lets go...” He mumbled softly. "I think I'm getting sleepy…"

Marik smiled and opened his eyes. "Okay.” He said, and stood. He looked at Ahmose. "Your brother will be fine. He's a big boy.” He said. Ahmose looked at the werewolf and nodded with a sigh.

Ryou stood as well and walked with Marik down the hall. He closed his eyes, nuzzling up to the wolf. Oh how wonderful it felt to be in his arms... it was perfect. He sighed dreamily. Right or wrong... this is where he wanted so desperately to be.

Marik smiled down at Ryou. "I confessed my feelings for you." Marik said. "Do you know what the priest told me?"

Ryou looked up at Marik. "What?"

"He said that the Bible does say that it is a sin for man to lie with man. But love comes from God. And that while homosexuality is a sin, it is no different than any other sin in the eyes of God. All sin is equal. There is no such thing as a greater sin. God sees all sin the same... whether it be cursing like our friend Mikado...” Ryou giggled. "Or murdering an innocent child. In God's eyes, it is all the same."

Ryou blushed and looked away. "I'm not sure...” He said softly but his blush gave away what he truly wanted to say.

"Well, he sure seemed to know what he was talking about." Marik said.

Ryou nuzzled into Marik's arms. "I... I don’t know if I can...” He gazed up at Marik, love struck.

Marik blinked down at Ryou. "You don't know if you can what?"

Ryou gazed at Marik longingly. "... I dunno...” He mumbled dumbly.

"Um... oookay...” Marik said, opening the door to their room and turning away to give Ryou some privacy to change into his pajamas.

Little did Marik know, that Ryou had no pajamas remaining... he had meant to do laundry that day, but had been distracted by the kidnapping of Mikado and hadn't gotten to it. The youth blushed and sighed in resignation, undressing and climbing under the blankets, pulling them up to his chin.

Marik turned and smiled at Ryou, changing to his wolf form and wiggling out of his clothes, hopping onto the bed and curling up on the blankets, closing his eyes.

Ryou squirmed slightly though and pouted as he tried to settle for sleep. Between Marik's words and Yami... he felt awkward... lonesome.

Marik lifted his head, cocking an ear at Ryou.

Ryou whined softly. "Cold...” He mumbled shivering to hide the fact that he wasn't cold at all... but caught in the beginnings of teenage hormones. Stupid incubus.

Marik blinked, then got up and crept closer, lying down beside Ryou.

Ryou squirmed again, squeaking. "Ahh... um...” He scooted away.

Marik blinked and changed to his halfway form. "What is it?"

Ryou blushed darkly. "N-nothing!” He squeaked, covering his head with the blanket. Bad!! Bad priest! Priests don’t get HORNY! BAD!!!

Marik blinked and poked his nose under the blankets, licking Ryou's face.

Ryou squeaked again, shoving Marik's face out quickly, before he smelt, or saw that he was A.) naked and B.) horny.

Marik blinked and shook his head. "Ryou... What's wrong? Where are you pajamas?"

Ryou whined his head still under the blankets. "I... forgot to do laundry today... since Mikado was kidnapped.” He mumbled guiltily.

Marik blinked, then chuckled. "You act like I've never seen you naked before...”

Ryou blushed under the blanket. "I'm... uh... shy."

"Okay." Marik yawned, flopping down and closing his eyes.

Ryou squirmed away once more. Suddenly a VERY cold midnight bath was lookin pretty good.

Marik opened an eye. "Are you SURE you're okay? Would you prefer it if I slept on the rug?"

"Noooo...” Ryou whimpered groaning softly.

Marik finally sat up. "Ryou, you tell me what's wrong this minute!"

Ryou squeaked from under the covers and curled up tightly. "J-just cold!"

"Liar."

"N-nuh uhhh!" Ryou squeaked

"Yes-huh." Marik said. "Ryou. Don't lie to me, it's insulting."

Ryou whimpered. "I'm fine...”

Marik frowned and flopped over, facing away from Ryou. "Fine."

Ryou pouted slightly. "Marik... Y-you're... mad?"

"I'm upset." Marik said. "That you won't tell me what's wrong."

Ryou peered out of the blankets slowly. "I...” He bit his lip and looked away. "It's embarrassing."

"So?" Marik asked, looking back at Ryou.

Ryou whined. "I'm a priest! Priests don’t... don’t...” He whined even louder. "I shall smite that horrible demon!” He pouted.

Marik blinked and his eyes widened. "What did Yami do?!"

Ryou mumbled softly looking away, a dark blush creeping up his cheeks.

"... ah." Marik said. "I see."

Ryou pouted. "I think I'm going to die inside...” He sniffled. "How inappropriate...”

"Ryou... it's okay." Marik said, nuzzling him. "It's normal."

Ryou gave Marik a look. "Oh no this is most certainly NOT normal! I've been alive a LONG time and this has never happened before! This is NOT normal!"

Marik blinked. "You're never been aroused before?"

"NO!" Ryou squeaked mortified.

"Huh...” Marik said. "That's odd...”

Ryou pouted. "I'm only seventeen! I cant have things like this happen! Oh heavens what if this sort of thing happens in church!? I'm going to die!” He whined pulling the blankets over his head again.

Marik sweatdropped. "Uh... Ryou? It's normal for boys. In fact, it's weird that you've gone THIS long without it happening to you."

Ryou sniffled and gave Marik a worried look. "Promise?” He sniffled, calming down a little. "This... this... is normal? T-that it's not God telling me what a HORRIBLE bad naughty evil little priest I've been?” He asked hopefully.

Marik laughed. “No, sweetie…” He said, licking Ryou’s cheek. “It happens all the time. Don’t you know what a hard on is? Masturbation? Wet dreams?!”

Ryou shook his head shivering at Marik's touches. "N-no... should I?"

Marik sighed. "Didn't they tell you ANYTHING in that church?!” He cried, and launched off into giving Ryou the detailed sex-ed lecture.

Ryou stared at Marik in horror until the talk was finished and he whined covering his head. "I'm going to die."

Marik rolled his eyes, smiling. "No you're not.” He groaned.

Ryou whined once more. "Yes I am! T-to think... THAT...” He shuddered.

“No you’re not!!!” Marik laughed. “Sex is natural!”

Ryou pouted and slunk back under the blankets. "One goodness came from this... I can sleep now... you mortified me to normal.” He mumbled.

Marik blinked several times, then chuckled and nuzzled Ryou's little pointed ear. "I love you. Sleep well.” He cooed.

Ryou sighed contently and inched closer to Marik, cuddling into him and burying his face in Marik's shoulder. "Night...” He mumbled cutely.

Meanwhile... a certain vampire was waiting as Mikado went to bed. It was about one in the morning... the boy had been up all day and was quick to sleep.

Mikado stripped and changed into his silk pajamas, a troubled look still on his face. He knelt by the bed and prayed quietly in Latin, finally finishing by making the Sign of the Cross and flopping into bed. He was out almost immediately.
It was an hour later, when Mikado was sleeping deeply, that Bakura's eyes glowed softly. "Mikado...” He purred. "Sleeping at this hour? Do come see me... I am lonely."

Mikado moaned, stirring slightly. He was still deep in sleep, and was barely even registering Bakura's call.

Bakura however, willed Mikado to rise, his eyes glowing as once again his Magic weaved about the youth's mind. "Come now... are you going to ignore my wishes?”

"No." Mikado murmured, moving out into the hall. "... Where are you?"

"The study... come." Bakura beckoned.

"Yes." Mikado mumbled, and made his way downstairs to the study.

Bakura smirked as Mikado entered. He patted his lap, and the youth made his way over, sitting. "Good evening Mikado... a lot troubles you...” He purred, smirking. The maids had made him unbraid his hair as he'd requested... Mikado's hair was beautiful, too beautiful to be braided when he slept. He ran a hand through that hair. "Do you still lust for me?"

Mikado blinked slowly. "Yes.” He mumbled.

Bakura smirked and leaned forward kissing him once more. "You will be mine then...” He hissed softly, hand running down Mikado's back. "Why do you desire to leave for that church... when you desire me?"

"... Because it's my home. It's where I belong...” Mikado murmured, closing his eyes lightly. "I'm an Agent."

Bakura shook his head. "This is your home... don’t you feel it?” He lifted Mikado's chin. "This place, this is where you belong. Not out slaying demons... out on orders to kill...” He gave Mikado a calm look. "One day, they will order that you kill me. Is that what you want? To be the one who destroys me?"

"I won't do it." Mikado said firmly, looking at Bakura. To Bakura's astonishment, Mikado's eyes were clear; the boy had managed to free himself of the hypnosis.

Bakura chuckled. "You would do it.” He said continuing to stroke Mikado's hair. "Do not lie to me.” He smirked. "They send you out to kill... killing all things, merely because of suspicion of evil. That incubus wasn't evil. They felled it without a second glance. You will change with your training, as all before you have.” He closed his eyes. "and when that day comes... you will look at me not as a friend... but as nothing but a demon. When that day comes you will try to slay me."

Mikado shook his head. "No. I would never do that. Never." Mikado insisted. "They KNOW that not all vampires are evil... one of our own is a vampire...”

Bakura snorted. "I do not think their judgment falls kindly outside of your church.” He shook his head. "It doesn't matter, because this is your home."

Mikado frowned, tentatively draping his arms around Bakura's neck and shoulders. "Bakura...”

"You won’t leave." Bakura said, trailing the hand that had rested on Mikado's cheek down his neck, and over his chest. The buttons on the nightshirt came undone easily. "You won’t ever want to... You do not need to fight your days away in the name of God... when living in God's will of peace is just as good."

"But... I have to fight... it's what I do...” Mikado said, staring at Bakura with wide eyes over what the vampire's hand was doing. "I'm an Agent. I... I don't want to give that up! But... I don't want to give YOU up either!!! Please don't make me choose between... please...”

Bakura chuckled. "I'll make your choice for you then.” He hissed, fingers latching onto a nipple and pinching harshly, before rolling said nipple in apology. "I did kidnap you... so, I'll hold you captive in our lust as well...” He chuckled darkly.

Mikado jumped and gasped, gripping Bakura's shoulders tightly and staring at him with wide eyes, color rising in his cheeks. "W-What?!"

Bakura smirked. "You're my prisoner.” He said calmly, treating the other nipple in the same fashion. "My prisoner... and I will keep you happy all of your days. You'll never miss that church."

Mikado just stared. "What?! B-Bakura!!!” He yelped, squirming and blushing. "You can't just... they'll send Slayers after you!!! They've probably already sent them after you!!!"

Bakura snorted. "I'm a vampire... I'm sure they've told you how hard it is to catch one...” His hand trailed lower, massaging and groping every available inch. "And the blush on your cheeks betrays you...” He smirked wickedly. "And your own words... you crave to be touched."

Mikado's breathing picked up and he dug his fingers into Bakura, eyes clouding up. "Slayers... they know HOW to... to catch... v-vampires...” Mikado gasped. "I... I have to go back... to the Vatican... c-convince them to... to call off the... the hunt for... you...” He finally moaned, eyes fluttering closed as he leaned into the touches.

Bakura chuckled and caught Mikado's lips in a heated kiss. "They will search to the ends of the earth and not find us...” He said calmly. "I will not share."

Mikado gasped and squirmed, letting out a whine that was of both desire and protest at the same time.

Bakura pulled away, his hand slipping ever lower. "Being held against your will turns you on.” He snickered. "You like being powerless... to a vampire.” He whispered, revealing that he knew some of Mikado's deepest most SHAMEFUL desires.

Mikado jerked and his eyes flashed open, fixing a shocked stare onto Bakura. "Wh-whah... ?! How did... ?! WHAT?!"

Bakura snickered. "You're chatty... too chatty.” He whispered taking grip of Mikado's length and rubbing so slowly. "You love to talk about how much you need me...” He gazed into Mikado's eyes. "And I'm giving you a lifetime of your deepest desires."

Mikado yelped and lurched forward, clinging to Bakura with renewed strength and hiding his face in the vampire's shoulder, his entire body trembling.

Bakura laughed and began pumping the youth slowly. "You're shaking...” He whispered. "Scared?"

Mikado moaned, trying not to thrust into Bakura's hand, but it was hard. "... a bit...?” He confessed in a tiny voice.

Bakura gave him a smug look. "Of what?" he began pumping a touch faster, pausing every so often to rub his thumb over the tip of Mikado's desire.

Mikado just bit his lip and shook his head, keeping his eyes tightly shut. "Nnnmmmm...”

Bakura chuckled darkly, catching Mikado's lips once more, and parting them easily, exploring the youth's mouth as his hand worked.

Mikado gave a lusty groan, receiving Bakura's kiss eagerly despite his nerves. He began to thrust up slightly in time with Bakura's strokes, and slowly slid a hand up from Bakura's back to thread into his hair.

Bakura grunted, his free hand tugging at Mikado's nightshirt. "You are far overdressed...” He chuckled. "For such an activity...”

Mikado blinked and pulled back, staring at Bakura. "Huh? ... oh...” He mumbled, flushing again and looking around, as if expecting to see the servants spying on them from the window or something.

Bakura laughed, standing and carrying Mikado in his arms. "Don’t let Lilith bother you.” He said smirking. "She's a gossipy giggly little creature… but very sweet."

Mikado yelped slightly, flinging his arms around Bakura's neck again, staring at him. He blinked a couple of times, then looked down, nervously.

Bakura walked calmly up the stairs and to Mikado's room. "Don’t be nervous...” He cooed. "This is what you've been longing for... do you think I'd give you something you didn't crave?"

Mikado gulped. "I never know WHAT you're up to anymore...” He squeaked.

Bakura chuckled and put him down on the bed, pulling away the nightshirt. "I'm up to having some wild naughty lustful sex with a Vatican Agent until he moans and screams for more."

Mikado's eyes widened significantly at that, and he blushed a new shade of red. "... Huh?!"

Bakura snickered. "Or perhaps just molesting him until he gets comfortable...” and he pressed Mikado's back to the bed, hand going back to it's earlier practice, his free hand once again attacking Mikado's nipple, his mouth on the other, biting down lightly.

Mikado yelped and threw his head back, shivering as he felt the tips of Bakura's fangs lightly scrape against the skin of his chest. He squirmed and moaned, somehow finding that very... erotic... the fangs were there... Bakura could bite down at any time and drain him... completely... And he would be able to do nothing to stop the vampire. He shivered and moaned, closing his eyes.

Bakura smirked up at Mikado with his eyes and trailed kisses southward. Once he neared Mikado's aching desire, he veered to the side, kissing the youth's creamy thighs in preference to what he TRULY wanted.

Mikado bit his lip and groaned, fisting his hands in his pillow and turning his head to the side, writhing as he felt Bakura remove his pants completely. "Oh God...” Mikado breathed, lifting his hips slightly.

Bakura chuckled, pulling away to remove his own clothing, occasionally pausing to will Mikado to feel intense pleasure.

It wasn't long before Mikado was watching Bakura, panting at the sight of the vampire his all his nude glory and at the spikes of pleasure he was sending through the Vatican Agent.

Bakura smirked and stooped, taking Mikado into his mouth suddenly and sucking harshly sending a particularly powerful shockwave of pleasure through the poor boy.

"HOLY FUCK!!!" Mikado shouted, arching his back and bucking his hips.

Bakura swallowed around Mikado's length before pulling away from the quivering teen. "Yes, that is an elegant way of putting it."

Mikado blinked blankly. "Huh?"

Bakura laughed and shook his head. "Adorable language.” He said gazing down at Mikado hungrily. "How far are you willing to go...?” He hissed.

Mikado swallowed thickly, staring at Bakura. "I... don't know...” He gasped, squirming under the vampire’s stare. By this point, his pale skin was glistening with sweat.

Bakura smirked hungrily. "Don’t think... what does your BODY want?"

Mikado shuddered and his eyes widened. "... everything...” He choked out, looking terrified at the admission.

Bakura nodded. "Then it is everything that you will get.” He reached for the bedside table, pulling an oil from it. He smirked and poured it into Mikado's hands. "Prepare yourself...” He whispered.

Mikado blinked down at his hands, then gave Bakura a blank look.

"Cold fingers?” He teased.

Mikado blinked. "Well, I guess they ARE a bit cold, but... what am I supposed to do?"

Bakura took hold of Mikado once more and began pumping. "Don’t ask questions... do what your BODY lusts for...” He said grinning.

Mikado blinked again. He had been raised in the Vatican... and sure he had learned about sex and everything, but homosexual sex hadn't exactly been part of the curriculum, much less a step by step guide... He shivered, and just did what he felt like doing. He flung his arms around Bakura and kissed him, rubbing his mortal body against that of the immortal.

Bakura groaned and took Mikado's hand, leading it southward and probing the youth's entrance. He was a bit surprised at the innocence of Mikado, but all too happy to show him exactly what to do. He pressed one of Mikado's fingers into him. "There...” He whispered trailing kisses over the youth's face and neck. "Make yourself wide… feel for it." his eyes glowed, and Mikado felt another unexpected shockwave of amazing pleasure.

"Oh God... !" Mikado whimpered, wincing a bit and shifting to attain an easier angle to work with. He moaned, sliding his finger in and out of his own body, instinctively spreading his legs wide open. Occasionally, he was unable to stop himself from thrusting into Bakura's hand that was still working on his length.

Bakura moaned softly at just how erotic Mikado could be. He'd never imagined that the clumsy, proud, hotheaded teen could be a sight such as this... but it was a pleasant surprise. Soon though he paused his efforts, pulling his hand, and Mikado's, from their work.

Mikado let out a distressed whimper, turning to look at Bakura with a questioning gaze.

He leaned down and kissed Mikado, getting into position. "It's not over...” He whispered lovingly. "The best part comes now...” He said, and more gently than Mikado had thought possible from the stern vampire, he began pressing into the youth below him.

Mikado gasped and arched his back. "Ah... AHH!!” He yelped, wincing and squirming slightly. He stared at the ceiling with wide eyes. "Oh God... for... forgive me...” He breathed, before closing his eyes and clinging tightly to Bakura, instinctively clenching around the invader. "Oh God...” He shuddered and let his head fall back.

That's when another wave of pleasure hit as Bakura struck Mikado's prostate.

Mikado bucked into Bakura with a cry as the pleasure drowned out the delicious pain of penetration. "Oh God!!! Ahh... Bakuraaaa...” He groaned, digging his fingernails into Bakura's back.

Bakura slowly pulled out, beginning a careful rhythm, being sure to allow Mikado time to adjust.

No surprise, Mikado was quite vocal, gasping and moaning at nearly every thrust, and he clung tightly to Bakura as if his life depended on it, pressing his body against the immortal, as if trying to maintain as much physical contact between them as he possibly could.

Bakura growled softly, pulling out and flipping Mikado quickly onto his belly, trapping the poor boy's length between himself and the satin sheets as Bakura re-entered and struck Mikado's prostate from a whole new angle.

Mikado cried out heatedly, biting his lip and turning his head to the side. Mikado had his eyes closed, but Bakura could see his face, flushed and sweaty, a few strands of hair sticking to his cheek. The 17 year old Agent writhed in pleasure beneath the vampire, nearly 1000 years old himself. Bakura's eyes moved down Mikado back, taking in the two or three scars that the light from the fireplace revealed. His eyes drifted lower to watch himself pumping in and out of the body that had been virgin only a few minutes ago.

There was no way he'd ever let Mikado leave him. He reached beneath Mikado, and began pumping him in time with his thrusts. No... this beauty of a boy was his. His lover, and his betrothed. He'd never allow another scar to marr his pale skin, no tears to stain his perfect cheeks... he'd protect him from everything, including the church and its harsh judgments.

Mikado groaned and panted, slowly managing to raise himself to his knees, giving Bakura more room to work on his arousal, and giving himself the leverage to rock back into Bakura's thrusting hips. All of his worries about his friends, his brother, the Vatican... all had been blocked from his mind, and all he could think about was the mind numbing pleasure that was currently making his entire body sweat and shake. "B-Bakura...” He breathed, eyelids fluttering as he felt the heat begin to churn in the pit of his stomach and in his inner thighs. He moaned as he felt Bakura bending over him, felt the vampire’s chest against his back and his lips on his neck. "Oh God... yes...”

Bakura willed another mind numbing wave of pleasure through Mikado, moaning in appreciation at his lover's vocal behavior. He would reach his peak soon, and he wanted to pleasure Mikado to release before him. His thrusts became quicker, striking the prostate with perfect aim every time, his pumping speeding as well as he willed wave after wave of pleasure through Mikado's whole body. The boy spread his knees wider

Mikado reached back, tangling his fingers into Bakura's hair, pulling the vampire's head down. Bakura found himself staring at the small scars that his own fangs had left on the boy. He could see the blue vein under the skin... under the scars... he could smell the blood.

"God... Please...” Mikado panted. "Bakura, please...”

Bakura dipped his head down, teeth grazing against the scars. "As you wish...” He licked the flesh, before sinking his teeth into Mikado's neck.

The mortal boy tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling, pupils dramatically dilated. He let out a final keening cry before his entire body shuddered as he reached his orgasm, emptying himself into Bakura's fist and collapsing.

Bakura thrust into Mikado a few final times, savoring the dramatic tightness of Mikado's orgasm, before reaching his own release and collapsing aside Mikado, pulling the youth close, still feeding. He took a few deep swallows of Mikado's heated lifeblood, hands running through the raven hair of his living lover.

Mikado was still shivering, his breath coming in deep gasps. Eventually his breathing calmed, but his shivering remained, and Bakura finally noticed the goose bumps covering his lover's body; Mikado was on the side of the bed facing the window, Bakura had ended up on the side facing the fire.

Bakura smiled and licked the wound closed, wrapping Mikado up in the blankets and swapping sides with him. "This is your home.” He whispered softly. "You're staying with me."

Mikado's fingers twitched slightly and he gave a moaning sigh. But that was the only response the vampire got from the exhausted human boy.

Bakura smiled, eyes glowing. "You are mine...” He hissed possessively, taking Mikado's hand and kissing the ring. "This ring marks you as mine... mine and mine alone.” He rose from the bed, eyes glowing brightly. "You will remember this... and crave me all the more."

Mikado moaned again and curled up under the blankets, slipping into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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Yami groaned softly curled up in his little nest in Ahmose's room. The sun had woken him. "ahh...” He looked around tiredly. He still never wandered far. He lacked clothes and was still slightly fatigued. He felt a bit infantile, depending on Ahmose... but at the same time all the attention made him feel like a king.

Ahmose was sprawled across the bed, having kicked the covers off at some point in the night. The puppies were curled into his sides, the hellhound with the tip of Ahmose's braid still in her mouth.

Yami shivered slightly and looked at the dying fire. He picked up a log and placed it in the hearth, fanning it with a wing to get the fire to slowly pick up once more. "Ahmose?” He called, peeping over the couch. "Ahmose... wake up."

Ahmose didn't move a mucsle, but Yami did find himself with a nice view of Ahmose's naked backside.

Yami's tail perked, seen swaying behind him. "Ohhh...” He purred. Now came the choice of warmth or sex…

The phantom hound pup sat up and scratched her ear, before shaking her head and making her way to the edge of the bed. Ahmose made a face at the loss of her warmth and shifted a bit, bending one of his legs at the knee. Of course, this resulted with Yami getting an even better view between Ahmose spread legs.

Yami's wings fluttered, and he purred louder at that sight. "Ooooh...” He looked back at the now roaring fire, then to Ahmose and back. Fire... sex… fire... sex... fire... sex...

Yami was quite enthralled with the view he currently had of his lover... he didn't even notice the puppy making a puddle in the corner of the room...

Yami's tail was waving interestedly and he slowly slunk over to Ahmose, laying next to him and curling up around him, his tail instantly around the sorcerer's waist.

Ahmose, who had seemed a bit irritated in his sleep immediately relaxed and grew quiet again. The hellhound lifted her head and blinked up at Yami, sleepily.

Yami nuzzled into Ahmose's back, tail slipping lower, curling around something ELSE.
he should fuck Ahmose with his tail... heh... poor guy...

Ahmose's brow furrowed slight and he moaned, pink rising in his cheeks.

Yami closed his eyes contently, beginning to pump his lover in his sleep. "My human...” He cooed.

Ahmose squirmed slightly beginning to grow hard at Yami's actions. The hellhound cocked her head and then sniffed down Yami's tail, wondering what he was doing. Yami quickly shooed her away before Ahmose was brought to the land of the living by a very cold nose in a VERY awkward place.

Slowly Yami pulled his tail away, draping a wing over Ahmose's back and nibbling at the special spot behind Ahmose's ear.

Ahmose inhaled deeply, and smiled slightly, sighing. "Yami...”

Yami nuzzled him, tail slipping along Ahmose's hip. "MY human...” He cooed, teasing Ahmose's entrance with the tip of his tail.

"Mmmm...” Ahmose hummed, wrinkling his nose and squirming a bit.

Yami circled it a few times before slipping his tail within Ahmose, not causing much pain, as his tail was slender, but easily able to prod Ahmose's prostate. "Mine."

Ahmose gasped, his mouth opening slightly and he proceeded to breathe like that, instead of through his nose like before. His breathes were faster and deeper, and he made a face and squirmed, frowning a bit and moaning, fingers taking hold of the blankets below him.

Yami yawned closing his eyes as he worked, cuddled up to Ahmose. He couldn't taste his lover anymore... and that depressed him. He wasn't even sure he could sustain himself on sex any longer... but he did crave his love's release. He smiled and continued prodding and teasing.

Ahmose moaned and sighed, before his eyes finally flickered open and focused on Yami. He blinked and gave a shuddering gasp. "... Yami...”

Yami nodded grinning as he worked. "Good morning Ahmose.” He cooed. "You look like you're having fun...”

Ahmose blinked, then smiled. "I think you've been giving me wet dreams again...” He murmured.

Yami kissed him suddenly. "I'd have you dream nothing other.” He purred and pulled him close sticking him quite firmly in the prostate in the process. "You are MY human after all... you have to always be thinking of me."

"AH!!!" Ahmose yelped, his body giving a slight spasm. "Oh God... mmm... what brought THIS on?!” He gasped, holding the demon tightly.

Yami yawned. "You were sleeping provocatively and wouldn't wake up...” He murmured eyes drooping slightly.

"I was sleeping provocatively?" Ahmose asked, raising an eyebrow.

Yami nodded nuzzling into him, starting to doze, which just WASN'T what Ahmose wanted at all.

Ahmose blinked, then chuckled. "Hey!” He laughed, shaking Yami. "It's morning, you just woke up!!!” He kissed Yami. "And besides...” He murmured in a heated voice into the demon's ear. "You started something... I do hope you intend to finish it...”

Yami groaned slightly and covered his head with a wing. "ahhhh... tired...” He grunted, slowly pulling his tail away and curling up.

Ahmose gave a slight whine when Yami withdrew his tail. "Oh no! You've been doing almost NOTHING but sleeping for the past two days!!! I'm stressed and horny, thanks to YOU! Now fix it." and he plastered Yami to the bed and kissed him.
Yami whined himself. "But I'm so tiiiired!” He pouted. "I don’t feel like it!"

Ahmose gave Yami a look in return. He looked quite... dejected, actually. "Yami... please... it... it's been over a week... you left me... and then you came back, only to get killed... and now... all you do is sleep... don't you... want me?"

Yami forced himself up and nodded. "Of course I do...” He swayed a bit. "But I don’t feel so well...”

Ahmose sighed, then nodded, depressed. "Okay. Are you hungry?"

Yami shook his head. "No... just very tired...” He slumped back down and curled up shivering a bit. "And cold."

Ahmose sighed and lay down beside him, pulling the blankets up over him and laying his head on the demon's chest, listening to his heart beating.

Yami groaned softly, pressing closer to Ahmose. "I can’t taste you...” He mumbled sadly.

Ahmose blinked. "What?"

Yami looked up pouting. "You... I can’t taste you anymore...” He closed his eyes. "I can’t taste your aura anymore...”

Ahmose blinked. "... Oh.” He said softly, and hugged Yami close. "I'm sorry... I'll kill Pegasus if you want me to...”

Yami shook his head. "That wouldn't make it come back and you know it.” He groaned. "I'm just so tired...” He hadn't opened his eyes yet. "I want to get up... go do things with you... but I don’t even have the strength to molest you...”
Ahmose blinked, then smiled and kissed Yami gently, pulling him close and curling his fingers around Yami's length.

Yami grunted and shivered, tail wrapping around Ahmose's wrist. "Now that's unfair… molesting me...” He mumbled slowly, tail drooping slightly

"Do you want me to stop?" Ahmose whispered.

Yami let out a soft whine, opening his eyes and giving Ahmose a droopy tired look. His eyes were dull and tired. "I don’t feel well...” He groaned.

Ahmose stopped, looking concerned. "Wait here...” He said, getting out of bed and pulling on some clothes, heading out into the hall, where the two Hunters guarding his room stopped him.

"Something's wrong with Yami.” He said.

The Hunter snorted. "I'm sure there is, that demon's been a sloth.” He chuckled. "He's probably turning into one."

Ahmose glared, eyes flashing. "I want that Pegasus asshole up here, or a Warrior, or a Healer... SOMEONE other than you idiots!!!"

The Hunter rolled his eyes and trotted off, leaving Ahmose with the other. The OTHER hunter smiled. "He'll be back… don’t worry I'm sure your demon is fine."

Ahmose snorted and eyed the Hunter, not trusting him in the least. "He had better be, or someone will pay the price...” He snarled, going back into the room.

Inside, Yami was struggling to sit up, his wings drooping against the bed. He groaned and forced himself to stumble back to the warmth of his little nest, his wings and tail dragging the floor as he took shaking steps. He flopped down and stared at the fire tiredly.

"I bet it's that food... making me sick...”

Ahmose sighed, sitting down beside Yami and stroking his hair. "I don't think so...” He said softly.

Yami gave Ahmose a dull look. The brilliant red in his eyes had indeed dulled a great bit. They seemed a deep burgandy, rather than their normal healthy crimson. He groaned and looked away closing said eyes. "So tired...”

Ahmose frowned, moving closer and holding Yami's head in his lap. "God... what's happened...?” He breathed, waiting anxiously for someone to come.

Finally Pegasus arrived looking ruffled. "What seems to be the problem?"

"You tell me." Ahmose snarled. "He's tired. All the time. He doesn't feel well. He can't taste my aura anymore... He... he's sick."

"Maybe he's not suited to his new body.” He said shrugging. "Does he have a fever?"

Ahmose felt Yami's face.

He had no temperature. He merely shivered and pulled away.

Pegasus frowned. "He shouldn't get sick... Unicorn blood is not only holy... but it naturally heals nearly any ailment...”

Ahmose glared at Pegasus. "You shouldn't have butted in where you weren't wanted and changed him!"

Pegasus rolled his eyes. "It was his choice.” He said calmly. "He chose to agree, and you chose to allow him."

"And if he dies again?" Ahmose growled.

"Not my problem." Pegasus said calmly. "Some things are just meant to be, and others are not."

"Oh, it IS your problem... if he dies, so do you. You have no idea what's wrong with him, you don't know what you're talking about, get the hell out of here before I decide to break a few of your limbs. Or your jaw, preferably."

Yami snickered softly as Pegasus glared, but left. "Cold...” He said smiling. "You're cold... to that man...”

"I hate him." Ahmose hissed.

Yami chuckled, flicking the tip of his tail. "I don’t understand...” He mumbled after a moment. "How I can be so tired... I'll have energy for a little bit... then I feel like I could just die of exhaustion...”

Ahmose frowned. "I don't know... maybe... maybe you DO still need to feed on energy... I don't know if it has to be sexual, but...”

Yami whined loudly. "I couldn't have sex now if my life depended on it... I can hardly MOVE!"

Ahmose sighed. "But... you didn't HAVE to have sex before... You just got me a bit aroused and you could snack on that...” He said.

"Where's that little priest?" Yami groaned. "I can go snack on him... the kid's a walking horndog...” He mumbled. "I kinda made him...”

"You WHAT?!" Ahmose yelped, eyes wide.

Yami chuckled softly. "I made him horny... he and that werewolf have been wandering around pouting about not being able to love eachother...” He opened his eyes again. "By now they've probably POUNCED eachother.”

Ahmose gave Yami a look. "BAD Yami. Bad."

Yami grinned. "Yeah yeah... lets go snack on them...”

"No." Ahmose said, laying down beside Yami. "You can always feed on me...” He sighed, kissing the demon gently.

Yami curled his tail limply around Ahmose's waist. "You're not horny."

Ahmose smiled. "No, but I can change that...” He said with a wink.

Yami stole a kiss and nuzzled Ahmose. "Bad human... you're a bad human... in the Vatican!” He mocked Ahmose slightly. "Wasn't that what you said last time?"

Ahmose smiled. "You have to eat, right?” He asked, kissing Yami in return, closing his eyes and beginning to remember... naughty things. After a while, he gave one of those little moans that Yami would hear whenever he was giving Ahmose a wet dream.

Yami smiled softly and closed his eyes. After a few moments, his tail snaked back to Ahmose and slipped into his pants.

Ahmose shivered and moaned again, wiggling out of said pants and running his own hand over his thighs, the other occupied in Yami's hair.

Yami nuzzled closer to Ahmose, his tail coiling lightly around Ahmose, and beginning to tease him.

Ahmose moaned, slipping his tongue into Yami's mouth and wrapping his hand around his arousal, feeling the coils of Yami's tail.

Yami groaned and kissed back, seeming to perk up a bit.

Ahmose wiggled a bit closer to Yami, then rolled onto his side to face him, releasing his manhood (since Yami seemed to be handling that) and stroking Yami's abdomen and thighs.

Yami let out a soft crooning sound and his tail coiled more firmly around Ahmose, beginning to pump slowly.

Ahmose moaned, moving his hand to coax Yami's member to life. "I love you...” He breathed.

Yami shivered and pressed closer to Ahmose, the shiver running completely down to his tail, which in turn merely sped up. The demon let out a moan and opened tired eyes, and pressed his lips to Ahmose's.

Ahmose's breath quickened and he returned Yami's kiss as the demon turned on his side to face the sorcerer. Their limbs entwined and they were enveloped inside leathery wings as they began to grind up against one another, the moans becoming louder and more heated.

Yami groaned and slid his tail away from Ahmose's length, a hand taking it's place, as his lips trailed over Ahmose's chest.

Ahmose had an arm curled around Yami's back, his other working up and down the demon's erection as their legs entangled themselves. "Ah... God... Yami...” Ahmose groaned. The puppies stared, wondering what in God's name those two were doing.

Yami growled softly slipping his tail once more within Ahmose and began once again tormenting the sorcerer in the most evil ways.

"AHH!!!" Ahmose yelped, thrusting forwards into Yami, which stimulated both and only renewed their efforts as they ground against one another, desperately seeking their release.

Yami moaned and growled once more, pressing his lips to Ahmose's once more, his tail thrusting into the sorcerer faster, striking his prostate over and over, teasing and taunting in the worst ways. Yami was still tired, but this was more than stimulating enough.

Ahmose began grinding frantically and had to break the kiss that he and Yami were engaged in. He clenched his teeth, desperate whines coming from his throat. "Y-Yamiiiiii...” He cried.

Yami groaned, pulling away from Ahmose and pushing him down. He removed his tail and positioned himself before taking Ahmose the ol' fashioned way. He shivered again, tail perking. THIS was much nicer! He groaned and began a fast rhythm.

Ahmose threw his head back with a delighted yelp, curling his arms around Yami's shoulders.

Outside, the Hunters slowly turned and gave each other awkward looks as the noise from inside the room reached their ears.

As Yami worked, his tail once more curled around Ahmose's length pumping him quickly, hands meeting nipples and pinching harshly all at once.

"Y-Yami... God... I... I can't... Oh God...” Ahmose groaned, not even noticing when the hell hound pounced on the end of his braid and began tugging it.

Yami continued his pace, groaning at his moans and shuddering when he met his release first (for a change.).

But Ahmose followed soon after, thanks to Yami's tail coiled around his throbbing erection. "YAMI!! GOD!!!” He shouted (the Hunters winced) and he collapsed soon after, quietly running his fingers through Yami's hair.

Yami was panting and quivering. He pulled a blanket over himself and groaned. "It's cold dammit...”he grumbled burying his head under the blanket.

Ahmose blinked, then smiled. "Really? I'm hot."

Yami chuckled softly. "I could have told you that...” He snaked his tail out and stuck it in the fire for a few moments before pulling it back under the blanket. "mmm warm." Dragon blood in action.

Ahmose blinked. "What the hell was that?” He asked, not used to seeing Yami sticking his appendages into open flames...

Yami peered out, his eyes glimmering with mischief. "I was cold... so I heated my tail so I could curl up around it? I'm naked."

Ahmose blinked then smiled. "Riiiight... feel better?"

Yami nodded, sneaking something under the blanket slowly, while Ahmose wasn't paying attention.

"That's good...” Ahmose said, turning and tugging his braid away from the dog. "Uhg... are you up for a bath?"

Yami suddenly popped up, wearing Ahmose's pants, which now bore a convienant hole in the back. "Oh no I'm sorry, I'm gonna go tip the altar now." Yami said darting for the door. He was back.

Ahmose blinked and jumped up. "H-Hey!!! COME BACK HERE!!! THOSE ARE MY PANTS!!!” He howled. The Hunters groaned, as Yami had left the door wide open, giving them a lovely look at Ahmose in all his naked (and surprised) glory.

Yami laughed and scuttled down the hall hopping on one foot, half fluttering to roll up the bottoms of the pants so they better fit him. "Damn you have long legs!” He laughed.

Ahmose whipped on his robe and went chasing after Yami, only to have the Hunter's seize him at the door.

"Oh no! You're not allowed to leave the room without Master Pegasus' permission!" One of them grunted as Ahmose struggled.

Yami grinned from down the hall, swaggering in Ahmose's pants. "Ha ha!” He teased before darting off to cause OODLES of mischief.

Shortly after a LOUD crash was heard. One hunter looked at the other. "I really think we should let him out...” He said slowly. CRASH! "... that imp is off causing--" CRASH! "Mischief...”

"Not without Pegasus' permission." the other Hunter said, wincing at yet another crash. "He's threatened lives."

"OOOOH!" Followed by successive crashing. The other hunter winced. "I think he'll kill US if we don’t get that thing under contro-" CRASH.

"NICE ASS!"

"... Fine." the Hunters opened the door to Ahmose's room... but Ahmose wasn't there.

Yami however had managed to find his way to the sanctuary and his tail lashed. There, in all it's pearlescent glory was the altar... and the cross. He grinned and rubbed his hands together. "I love my job...” He cooed proudly, trotting forward.

Suddenly, Yami found himself in a choke hold.

"Don't. You. Dare." Ahmose growled. "They killed you once, piss them off and they'll do it again."

Yami yelped and squirmed. "Must... cause... trouble...” He whined flailing and using his wings to pry himself from Ahmose and scuttle quickly forward, putting the altar between himself and Ahmose.

Yami grinned smugly and began looking around, keeping close watch on Ahmose and walking the opposite direction, circling the altar to keep Ahmose from him. "Ohh what's this?” He picked up a silver goblet and examined it before tossing it aside. So much for communion...

Ahmose sighed. "Yami. Please. These guys hate us already, let's not give them more reasons... please...”

Yami looked at Ahmose and whined. "B-but...” He grumbled and his tail lashed more, catching sight of Dartz...

"Oh it's niceass!" he said eagerly, forgetting mischief in favor of sex appeal. "HEY! Hey sexy! wait up! C'mon !"

Ahmose groaned. "YAMI!!" Dartz jumped, eyes wide.

"What are YOU TWO doing LOOSE?!” He yelped.

Yami grinned seductively. "Admiring the view...” He cooed advancing. "You look like you could be sooo much fun...” He purred, tail curling around Dartz's waist.

In the blink of an eye, Yami found the point of a knife against his throat, and Dartz was fixing a very intimidating gaze on him. "You will remove your tail from me at once, and never do that again.” He hissed.

Yami whined loudly. "Aww but you're cute...” He pouted removing his tail and looking like a guilty puppy. "Besides you're NOT a virgin. It's not like it's something you haven't done…” He looked away crossing his arms and kicking at the floor.

Dartz's eyes widened. "Excuse me?!"

Yami raised an eyebrow. "I can tell. You can’t hide virginity from an incubus. You're no virgin. You did the nasty already. So c'moooooon I'm better than that! I could show you suuuuch a good time.” He purred. "If you don’t, you'll just have wet dreams about it...”

Dartz glared and made the Sign of the Cross at Yami. "In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti." Ahmose sighed as Yami yelped and fell back on the floor.

Yami pouted, unable to move from his position, on his butt on the cold floor. "I'll get you yet sexyass...” He grumbled. "I like it when they play hard to get...” He snuffed.

Ahmose growled. "You most certainly will NOT.” He said, helping Yami up. He leaned over and breathed into his ear, "If I am YOUR human, you are MY Incubus...” He hissed, and nipped Yami's ear slightly before walking away.

Yami blinked and cooed, blushing darkly. "Ahmoooose.” He mewled, stumbling awkwardly towards his lover before toppling over, still very much unable to move. "Don’t leave me behind...” He looked up, tail curling slightly. "... I love you...” He purred softly. "Don’t leave me behind...”

Dartz blinked at Yami's sudden mood swing. Ahmose blinked and looked back, smirking. "Having trouble, Yami?” He asked.

Yami pouted and gave Ahmose a pleading look. "Don’t leave me behind!” He said looking hurt. "I wouldn't leave YOU behind...” He looked away and snuffled. "I'd play... but I'd never leave you behind...”

Ahmose blinked, then smirked. "Play, hm?” He mused. "Okay... Let’s play.” He turned and faced Yami with a grin. "If you want me, come and get me." And Dartz yelped as an explosion ignited at Ahmose's feet, resulting in a large purple cloud of smoke. When the smoke cleared, the sorcerer was gone.

Yami blinked and glared at Dartz. "I don’t like you very much... now I cant move and MY human is off somewhere and he left me behind!” He hissed eyes glowing. "Your ass isn't THAT nice!"

Dartz raised an eyebrow. He sighed and shook his head, releasing Yami from the influence of the prayer. "Go catch your friend. But stay out of trouble. And hope that you catch him before the Hunters do...”

Yami hissed again and narrowed his eyes, but turned and trotted away.

"Ahhmooooose…” He mewled loudly, much like a lost puppy. "Ahhhmooooooose!"

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