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 17

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It was about three in the afternoon when Mikado woke up. He was indeed slowly beginning to adjust to Bakura's schedule...

"Good afternoon Master Mikado!" Lilith called smiling.

Mikado smiled back. "Good morn... uh... afternoon."

"Please dress and come downstairs. You can help us with the cookies." She said curtseying.

Mikado smiled and nodded. He dressed and trotted down the stairs, heading for the kitchen. But when he entered the living room, he froze. His eyes widened as he stared at the beautiful tree, a good nine feet tall, thick, healthy and green. It filled the room with its crisp scent, which Mikado inhaled deeply.

Lilith smiled. "The lord got it for you." She said grinning. "While you were fast asleep."

Mikdao's eyes widened. "Bakura?" He asked, staring at her.

"Uh huh." She said proudly.

Mikado grinned. "Think he'd hit me if I went up and pounced him?"

"You're free to do what you wish... but you'll miss decorating the tree." Lilith said slyly.

Mikado blinked. "What, Bakura's not gonna do it with me when he wakes up? Or is that BENEATHE him?"

"Trust me master Mikado, the only thing 'beneath' him when he does 'it with you'… is you." Lilith giggled. "And no I do not think he will decorate with you."

Mikado's eyes widened and he turned bright red, staring at Lillith, mouth agape in shock.

She merely grinned. "You can’t hide things from the servants." She giggled. "We launder your sheets."

Mikado groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Great... just great."

Lilith giggled once more. "So, shall we decorate until the lord awakens?"

"Um... Yyyyeah... sure..." Mikado mumbled, still blushing.

She giggled and nodded eagerly. The other girls and many boys filed in carrying various decorations from garlands, to candles to cookies to glass ornaments, all of which could be put on the tree. Popcorn strings and cranberry strings.... it was gorgeous by the time they were done.

Bakura woke at his usual hour and yawned, walking out of his room.

The house was quite. At least it was to normal ears. But Bakura could hear everything. Several of the servants were in the conservatory, singing Christmas carols to Lillith's mother playing the harp, her husband playing the violin. But Bakura listened further, to the heartbeats of those within the house, listening for the pattern of Mikado's heart. But he didn't hear it.

Bakura sighed and walked downstairs and began looking for Mikado. He asked several servants if they had seen where he had wandered off to.

"Oh, he's outside Master." Said an elderly man, who had "retired" long ago and was now content to spend his days in front of the fire place. He smiled up at his lord. "His head was spinning from all the excitement today, he needed a few quiet moments to himself."

Bakura chuckled. "Thank you." He said shaking his head and walking outside to find Mikado. "Mikado?"

He spotted the boy quickly enough in a dark cloak in the paddock with the horses. He was currently stroking Strigoi's nose, and the stallion was quietly enjoying the attention. Mikado felt a shiver go down his spine. He turned and laid eyes on Bakura, giving him a radiant smile. Strigoi snorted and nudged Mikado's hand, as the boy had stopped petting the stallion. Mikado snickered and turned back to Strigoi, petting him again, but soon turned back to look at Bakura and smiled again, still stroking the horse's face.

"You will spoil my horse." Bakura snorted. "If you lavish him like a pet."

Mikado smiled. "He's a good horse..." Mikado said, kissing Strigoi's forehead and hugging his large head. The horse snorted again, turning his head towards Bakura.

Bakura merely rolled his eyes. "Why are you not inside?"

Mikado smiled again. "Because it's nice outside tonight." He said as Strigoi began sniffing Bakura over for a treat.

Bakura snorted. "You just had a treat. No more." he said shaking his head and taking Mikado's hand. "Come on, into the house with you."

Mikado grinned, then pounced the vampire and glomped onto him, kissing him. "Thank you..." He whispered, beaming up at Bakura.

Bakura smiled and pat Mikado's back. "You're welcome." He said after a moment. "Now come inside and have some warm cider and cookies."

Mikado smiled and nodded. "Okay." He said, and walked back towards the house with Bakura. "Ummm..." Bakura looked down at him, but Mikado was staring at the house. Bakura looked up and saw that Mikado had spotted nearly a dozen spying faces in the windows of the house.

Bakura snickered and shook his head as they walked in. "Do you mind?" he called loudly. The house filled with giggles before several girls made their hasty escape.

"Are they always like that?" Mikado asked, blushing slightly.

"Yes. You're the news of the year." Bakura chuckled calmly. "We live calm lives."

Mikado sighed. "They HAVE to get out more..."

Bakura shook his head. "I won’t deny that."

Mikado giggled. "You should take them all on an outing to Rome. Take them sight seeing... shopping... though I wouldn't wanna turn Lillith loose with your money..."

"She could shop all day and not touch but a pocketful of the total treasures I posess." Bakura said snickering. "You accumulate a lot over a thousand years."

Mikado snickered. "You underestimate the spending power of women."

"No, I just don’t overestimate their ability to carry their own baggage." Bakura said smirking. "She can only carry so much herself."

Mikado blinked, then burst out laughing.

Bakura shook his head. "Don’t encourage her." he added smiling. "As for an outing... I'm not a fan of... Rome."

"Why? Because of the Vatican?" Mikado asked.

"Among other things." Bakura snorted.

Mikado sighed, looking down at the floor as a servant took his cloak to hang.

Bakura lifted Mikado's chin and kissed him. "Don’t pout..." he said softly. "Your face is much more handsome with a smile on it."

Mikado blinked and blushed a bit, but no smile came. "The Vatican is my home..." He said softly.

"No, THIS is your home." Bakura corrected. "The Vatican is a hobby."

Mikado blinked, then scowled, looking outraged. "HOBBY?!"

Bakura shook his head looking a bit cross. "If it were anything but, you'd be out to kill me."

Mikado scoffed at that. "I couldn't kill you if I wanted to, and TRIED to."

Bakura rolled his eyes. "It is NOT your home."

Mikado glared. "Yes it is. It has been my home for years."

"The key words in that statement being 'has been' PAST tense." Bakura said once more. "THIS is your home now."

Mikado faced Bakura. "What, just because you say so?!" He asked, and got right up in Bakura's face. "You don't decide what I do and where I live!!! Maybe I'll just go BACK!!!"

"Fine, then OFF with you." Bakura said in equal coldness.

"FINE!!!" Mikado shouted, turning and going for his cloak. The servants all listened from the top of the stairs.

Bakura merely let Mikado get his cloak. "You will walk back." he said after a moment. "I will not loan out one of MY horses to a church beast."

Mikado glared at Bakura. "Fine." He said, and walked out the door. The servants murmured, worried.

Bakura growled and shook his head, leaving the room. He had better things to do than play babysitter to a tantrum throwing church beast like Mikado.

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Ahmose chuckled as the little Hellhound pup began to lick his face eagerly. He was all sweaty from the fierce lovemaking that he and Yami had been engaged in over the last three hours.

Yami was curled up quite contently on the bed, basking in the 'glow' of all the very powerful aura they'd made. "Ahh...." he said tail curling like a contented cat. "Now I'm happy."

Ahmose smiled and pet the puppy, letting her lick his nose. "Hmmm... me too..."

Yami curled his tail around Ahmose's waist and smiled. "Now I won’t be alone... we should celebrate."

"... We just did!!!" Ahmose laughed.

"Nooo... that was just really hot passionate sex." Yami said grinning. "Let’s get something good to eat..." he offered.

Ahmose blinked. "Yami... it's the middle of the night!" He laughed.

"So?" he said sitting up and giving his wings a few flaps. "Nothing like a midnight snack!"

"More like three in the morning snack." Ahmose said, sighing and getting up, dressing, and tucking his Hellhound under one arm, his brother's phantom hound under the other.

Yami stood pulling on the little robe. "We need to get me some clothes..." he grumbled.

"Yes. We do." Ahmose said. He frowned and closed his eyes, and a moment later, Yami found himself clothed in black leather and buckles, just as he liked. "Better?

Yami grinned and looked the clothes over. "hmm....even has that new clothes smell." he said looking quite pleased. "Thank God. I was sick of white! I look stupid in white."

Ahmose chuckled. "Agreed. Let's go." He said, and led the way to the kitchens.

And while Yami and Ahmose made a trek to the kitchens, Mikado was making a trek through the woods, stumbling through the deep snow... it was a clear sky that night, but the wind was strong and cold. He shivered, clutching his cloak around him, teeth chattering. Bakura kept a concerned (and annoyed) eye on the (stubborn) boy as he struggled through the snow, not even knowing that he had fumbled his way off of the trail half a mile back. He was tiring fast.

Bakura kept himself hidden from Mikado watching the shivering youth. He'd watch for now... and step in if need be.

Mikado stumbled on, then yelped as he reached the top of a hill and sank into the snow up to his chest. "G-God damned... fuckin... s-s-snow..." He bitched under his breath, dragging himself out.

Bakura merely chuckled as he followed. Silly human…

Mikado made his way along the top of the hill, stumbling the whole way until he finally fell. "SHIT!!!" He yelped as he tumbled down the hill. But he quickly got control of his fall and managed to slide towards a large rocky outcropping. He slid down feet first, landing on it, but his momentum sent him flying forwards off of the edge. In a last ditch effort, he kicked off and flipped through the air in acrobatics Bakura had only seen traveling performers pull off. But Mikado pulled it off, landing safely at the bottom of the hill, though he immediately flopped onto his face in the snow, gasping for breath as he tried to calm his body, shaking from the cold and exhaustion. Mikado sniffled loudly, lifting a shaky hand and rubbing his eye a bit before just lying still, letting his body rest.

Bakura chuckled and finally stepped forward. "Tired now?" he asked calmly.

Mikado twitched slightly and opened his eyes, blinking slowly, a tear trailing down his face. He sniffled again, looking absolutely miserable.

Bakura smiled and picked him up, hugging him and taking off his cloak to wrap it around Mikado. "You weren't even headed the right way...."

Mikado whimpered, turning and hiding his face in Bakura's shoulder. He clung tightly to the vampire, shivering, and began to cry.

Bakura merely rubbed his back. "Why are you crying?" he asked as he walked back, hugging Mikado close so the wind wouldn't bite him.

Mikado just shook his head, his crying progressing to harsh choking sobs before he finally quieted down to the occasional sniffle, relaxing as he began to drift in and out of a doze.

Bakura smiled and bent, kissing Mikado's forehead. "I still love you... even if you hate me." he cooed as he walked.

The boy sighed and stirred a bit. "Could... never hate you..." He mumbled softly, nuzzling his face into Bakura's throat.

"Then why were you crying?" Bakura asked looking down.

"Because..." Mikado sobbed again. "I... I can't... choose..."

Bakura snorted. "You don’t get a choice. You're my prisoner." he hissed.

Mikado blinked slowly, then gave a slight smile. "And yet... you let me just... leave..."

"Because I knew your ass would get stuck in the snow once you got tired." Bakura snorted.

Mikado scowled. "... Ass."

Bakura snickered. "Indeed I am." he said.

Mikado just mumbled unintelligably, and Bakura picked up speed, getting back to the house in an hour. Lillith was waiting.

"We have a warm bath prepared, Master." She said with a little curtsy.

"Thank you. Put a heating pan beneath his mattress pad to warm his bed." He said as he walked towards the bathroom. "And a warm glass of milk for him."

He undressed Mikado once he got to the bathroom and slid him into the tub. "NOW... for the final time. Stay indoors.”

Mikado just stretched out in the tub, trying to warm his body. But he still put on a defiant scowl and muttered. "I can't." He finally said. "I'll go mad."

"You can and you will." Bakura said calmly. "Until you stop being a stubborn jackass."

Mikado opened one eye, giving Bakura a glare. He snorted and closed it again. "I can't stay here, Bakura... as much as I love you... I'll go crazy just... lounging around. I'm used to travel and combat... not being lazy."

"Then we will travel. And we fight enough for anyone's taste." Bakura said rolling his eyes. "But not for the church."

Mikado scowled at Bakura. "I fight for the church." He said, stubbornly.

"Not anymore." Bakura corrected.

Mikado glared and growled.

Bakura growled back.

Mikado narrowed his eyes. "I will always fight for the Vatican."

"Not while you're my prisoner." Bakura growled.

Mikado blinked several times, then sat back in a huff, crossing his arms and glaring at the wall. "Some prisoner."

"I can toss your naked wet ass back into the snow if you keep being a brat." Bakura warned.

Mikado snorted. "Yeah yeah..." Mikado mumbled, still glaring at the wall as he sunk down into the tub with a sigh.

Bakura scooped him up and opened a window and shoved him out. A HUGE snowdrift was beneath the window. "I'll do it." he warned as a VERY crisp wind rushed past.

Mikado let out a high pitched girly shriek, jumping in Bakura's arms and flinging his arms around his neck. If Bakura were human, he would be choking.

Bakura forced him further out the window and smirked. "Well? You done being an ass?" he said chuckling. Suddenly snow came rolling off the roof (having piled too high) and DOUSED Mikado.

"MARY MOTHER OF GOD!!!" Mikado screamed, thrashing in Bakura's arms, trying to get rid of the snow covering his naked body.

Bakura chuckled and pulled Mikado back into the house, but didn’t put him down. "Next time you sass me, I'll just drop you in the snow."

Mikado whined, shivering violently in the cold, still covered in snow. “I’m gonna get frostbite, Bakuraaaaa!!!”

"That's not the only bite you'll get." he said laughing. "Now hush and behave."

"DON’T YOU FUCKIN DARE!!!” Mikado howled, jerking away from Bakura. “Or I swear, I will bite you back!!!”

"Well maybe next time you wont act like a brat." Bakura said chuckling and prying Mikado off, fetching a bucket of heated water and pouting it over Mikado slowly. It wasn't hot enough to burn, but certainly hot enough to relax and enjoy.

Mikado squeaked, then relaxed. "Can I go back to my bath now?!" He asked, quite disgruntled.

"Do you want right back out the window?" Bakura warned.

"NO!!! I'M COLD!!!" Mikado shouted, heading straight for the tub, shivering.

Bakura smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. "Now I HAVE to." he said picking Mikado up.

"What?! NO!!! NO NO NO NO NO!!!" Mikado shrieked, bucking and thrashing in Bakura's grip, giving the vampire several good knocks around the head as he tried to escape.

Bakura laughed and shook his head, catching Mikado's lips once again. "Oh stop pouting."

Mikado squeaked and squirmed. "You are such a JERK!!!"

"Jerk?" Bakura said wickedly. "What did we learn LAST time we said that?" he said looking like a hungry wolf.

Mikado blinked several times. "... I called you a jerk? I thought I called you an ass."

"Ah I guess we forgot." he said groping Mikado's ass.

Mikado squeaked and jumped. "Stop that! Put me down!"

"Ah now there's that bratty attitude again..." Bakura said opening the window.

Mikado screamed like a girl again and latched onto Bakura, tightly. "STOP THAT!!!"

"You have the girliest scream I've ever heard." Bakura chuckled after a moment.

Mikado blinked, then scowled and glared. "Obviously you haven't heard Otogi scream." He muttered. "OR Ryou..."

"Ehh..." Bakura suddenly TOSSED Mikado out the window and into the snow, delighting in another LONG girly SHRIEK of pure frozen torment. He snickered.

"BAKURA YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!!! I'LL FUCKIN GET YOU FOR THIS!!! HOLY GOD IN HEAVEN!!!"

Bakura poked his head out and smirked. "I TOLD you I would toss you out if you acted like a brat." he called before retreating back in.

Moments later Lilith came out and offered Mikado a blanket. "Poor Master Mikado... is the lord being playful with you?"

Mikado snatched the blanket and rushed inside, shivering. “No, he’s being an asshole!!!”

She giggled following. When they reached the bathroom once more, the tub was steaming. Bakura had had the servants fill it with fresher (and hotter) water. "He's just being playful." She cooed. "He doesn't play often... you should appreciate it. It's a sign he's happy."

"He threw me out the window into the snow, WET and NAKED!!!" Mikado howled.

She giggled. "But he sent me to get you, and had the others make your bath hotter." She added. "Plus there's hot cocoa being made, and warm soup."

Mikado snorted. "I'm gonna be so sick after this..." He mumbled, getting back into the tub.

Lilith smiled and shook her head. "You'll be fine." She said taking her leave to tell the other maids and servants what had happened.

Mikado grumbled. "Freakin gossipy girls..."

Once his bath was over, and his dinner fed to him, Lilith lead Mikado to bed. "I turned the heating stove up. If you get too warm just crack your window open slightly." She cooed. "Sleep well Master Mikado." She giggled curtseying.

Mikado sighed and shook his head, getting into his pajamas and falling into bed with a grunt, exhausted from his trek through the snow.

A few moments later Bakura came in wearing his own pajamas, and smiled. He climbed next to Mikado and kissed him. "Goodnight bratface." he chuckled.

Mikado opened an eye. "Fuckin leech..." He grumbled, but snuggled close to Bakura, sighing in contentment.

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Four black horses moved swiftly through the snow, following the road. Their eyes were on the glowing windows of the house up ahead. The leader reined his horse to a stop. "This should be it, according to our source." He said, glancing back at the other three riders. They all wore the uniform of the Vatican Agents, with black and red shoulder knots; Slayers.

"We move in, fast and silent. Find Journeyman Mikado. The main objective is to get him back to the Vatican safely. The second objective is to take the vampire... alive if at all possible."

The other agents nodded and dismounted their horses, creeping towards the house silently. It was easy to get in and begin their search.

The servants were already settling in; their lord and his lover were both asleep, and both would remain asleep, Bakura until nightfall, and Mikado until early evening, they suspected. Or so they thought. The Slayers crept through the house, searching the rooms one by one. And finally, they opened the door to Mikado's room. The leader signaled the others silently, and they crept into the room, ready for action.

Bakura was on his back, Mikado resting his head on the vampire's chest. The lead Slayer reached out and covered Mikado's mouth. Mikado jerked, eyes snapping open. He stared at the Slayers and his eyes widened.

"Shhh..." The leader hissed, smiling and removing his hand from Mikado's mouth. "Come on..."

"BAKURA!!!" Mikado shouted, startling the Slayers, and Bakura.

Bakura's eyes snapped open and he hissed lunging for the slayer. "You!" he snarled.

"God in Heaven!" The Slayer gasped, jerking back. The others jumped at Bakura's sudden attack. One pulled a silver stake from his cloak.

"NO!!!" Mikado yelped, and tackled the slayer to the ground.

"Damned... vampire!!!" The lead slayer growled as one of the others came to his assistance.

Bakura siezed one of the agents by his collar and slammed him against the wall with boneshattering force. "GET. OUT. OF. MY. HOUSE!"

"BAKURA, LOOK OUT!!!" Mikado screamed, and Bakura found himself with a face full of Holy Water...

Bakura howled in fury, and the other agent found himself with a facefull of claws as he ripped a good deal of flesh away. He opened glowing eyes and lunged for the next and turned, throwing the surprised agent with surprising force out the window, shattering the glass in the process. "GET OUT!"

But the Agents didn't let up. The three still in the room moved in together, weilding stakes, crosses, and holy water, as well as cloves of garlic. In minutes, the fourth Slayer returned. Mikado just stared in horror as the Slayers cornered Bakura. The vampire's glowing eyes darted between all the crosses and crucifixes and stakes and everything else. They began to water from the horrid smell of the garlic.

He hissed warningly but ceased attacking. "What do you want?" he growled. "You are unwelcome."

The leader snorted and turned to one of the others. "Take the Journeyman down to the horses. We'll follow." He said, and Mikado's eyes widened. The leader turned to the vampire again. "Come quietly." He ordered. "Otherwise, we will have to kill you."

Mikado's eyes widened. "NO!!!" And he tackled one Slayer, which created a domino effect and they all fell over, howling. Mikado grabbed Bakura's hand and dragged him from the room as the Slayers untangled themselves.

Bakura rolled his eyes. "What’s with you!?"

"They'll kill you at the Vatican!" Mikado gasped. "For God's sake Bakura, you attacked me in the bathroom, or so the gossip says, and then you kidnap me?! They'll FLIP!!! Run! While it's still dark out! Please!!!"

Bakura gave Mikado a look. "I do NOT run from mortals." he said sternly. "And I will not run from something as blasphemous as a church."

Mikado tugged Bakura into the closet under the stairs. "Please..." He begged, wanting to feel Bakura's face, but he didn't, knowing it was still raw from the Holy Water. "Or... hide... please. If they get you back to the Vatican and decide to kill you, there's nothing I'll be able to do. But I can save you from being taken there in the first place. Bakura, PLEASE!!!"

Bakura shook his head and pulled Mikado close, kissing him. "I'm not letting you go." he said sternly. "Even if it means death."

Mikado whimpered. "Letting go is only temporary... Death is permanent, Bakura... I... I am honored that you would die for me... but I don't want you to die for me..." The boy hugged Bakura tightly. "I want you to LIVE for me..."

"And let you just leave for a church? Never!" Bakura howled furiously.

"SHHHH!!!" Mikado hissed, pressing his hand over Bakura's mouth as the Slayers were heard running down the stairs. "It's my home, Bakura. Please... if you were killed over me... God, I can't take that! Bakura, please... it will give me some time to try and figure out... figure out what to do... you can come later, after the Council calms down with me home safe, okay?"

"Why should I do what YOU want, when you wouldn't do what I wanted?" Bakura hissed.

Mikado blinked. "Bakura... PLEASE."

Bakura snorted and growled. "No."

"WHY?!" Mikado whined, beginning to sound frantic and near tears. "Bakura, please, I'm begging you!!!"

"Because I'm not a coward. I don’t hide from my death." Bakura said stubbornly. "When you can’t die, death doesn’t scare you."

"But they CAN kill you! And I'm not afraid to die either! What I AM afraid of is YOU dying and leaving me alone!!!"

"Then I will die." Bakura growled and gave Mikado a look. "Maybe a the death of a second innocent 'evil' being will show you what a foolhardy thing this church of yours is."

"Bakura..." Mikado gasped in a shaky voice. "Please don't talk like that... please..." The Slayers could be heard searching the house.

"The incubus' death wasn't enough to convince you." Bakura said stepping around Mikado. "I will not run from a church, nor will I hide. If they want to kill me... then let them TRY."

"No! Bakura, no!!!" Mikado wailed, trying to stop him, but he may as well have been trying to stop the tides.

Bakura growled at Mikado warningly. "Why in hell should I do what you want?" he said once more. "You wouldn't do what I wanted... what goes around comes around."

Mikado let out a whine, looking around, then turned and ran away, leaving a confused Bakura in the front hall. Mikado found the Slayers in the library. Frantically, and obviously not thinking straight, he charged them and tackled the Slayer who had been thrown out of the window, punching him in the jaw.

"What in God's name..?! Journeyman! What are you-- STOP HIM!!!" The leader sputtered, and he and the other two went to drag Mikado off of the fourth Slayer.

"Mikado what is WRONG with you!?" One of the other Slayers stammered holding him while another tied him up, obviously not trusting the youth to come along quietly.

"Ow! Get off! Get the hell out of here! Don't hurt him!" Mikado shouted, struggling. The leader just blinked.

"Whatever. We have him, let's go." He said. "Hurry. Before the vampire attacks."

The other agents nodded and hurriedly dragged Mikado from the house and away.

Bakura fumed in fury when he caught sight of them fleeing with Mikado. It was on.

Mikado howled and pitched a fuss the entire time as the Agents struggled to get him onto one of the horses (Bakura's horses watched the commotion in interest). The four Agents mounted their horses (Mikado sitting in front of the leader) and they guided their horses away from the house. Bakura snarled and ran out the door after them.

"The vampire!!" shouted the uninjured Agent.

"Forget him!" The leader called back. And just then, the sun rose. Bakura yelped and dove into the shadow of the nearest tree, skin stinging. And there he was forced to stay, watching the Agents ride away with his new lover…

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The next morning, Yami was up with the sun... stalking his prey. "I WANT YOU!" he howled with glee, pouncing on Dartz and cuddling him. Most of the attraction was the fact that Dartz didn't want him at all. But how he loved tormenting the human... if he could get him in bed that'd just be a perk.

"GET OFF OF ME!!!" Dartz howled. "In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti!!!"

Yami whined toppling over, his tail curled tightly around Dartz's waist, taking the poor man with him to the floor. "HA!"

Dartz yelped and glared, snarling. Pegasus walked over to them, eyebrows raised.

"Get this demon off of me!!!" Dartz hissed. "Before I have him killed! AGAIN!!!"

Yami cooed. "But you keep flirting with me. You're so cold to me...." he purred.

Pegasus raised an eyebrow at Dartz.

Dartz glared at Yami. "I am NOT flirting with you! You are DELUSIONAL!!!"

"Don’t lie in church!" Yami cooed. "You've been flirting with me and playing such horrible games!"

Pegasus blinked and coughed. "Dartz... are you toying with the Incubus?"

"HELL NO!!!" Dartz howled, which made Pegasus blink again; Dartz only cursed when he was extremely angry, frustrated and/or flustered. Dartz glared at the demon. "Do NOT touch me!!! EVER!!!"

Yami gave him an adoring look. "But we need each other! Do not deny the passion you've created!"

Pegasus blinked a bit and chuckled.

Dartz shoved Yami away and stood. "I would sooner die." He snapped, then turned and stormed down the hall.

"Call me!" Yami called before snickering.

Pegasus chuckled more. "Stop playing with Dartz, Yami, you're flustering him and upsetting him.

"Sir!!!" Came a call, and Pegasus turned. A First Class Journeyman ran over, a pigeon on his shoulder. "We just got word from the Slayers that were sent out after Journeyman Mikado. They found the vampire's home and are preparing to enter. If all went well, they should be on their way back with Mikado right now."

"Good... thank you."

Yami perked up at that. "Ohhh...Mikado's coming back." He stood shakily though most of the paralysis had worn off during the conversation between Dartz and Pegasus. He hurried to Ahmose's room. "Ahmose!"

Ahmose was sitting quietly on the sofa with the puppies. He turned and looked at Yami. He narrowed his eyes, then looked back at the fire again, looking quite unhappy.

"Aww... But Mikado's coming back now..." Yami offered hopefully. "Pegasus just said he was."

"... I thought I told you to leave that Agent alone." Ahmose said, though he did look quite releived to hear about Mikado.

Yami flicked his tail. "I only do it to get his goat."

"Well, he's not the only one you piss off when you do that." Ahmose said.

Yami pouted. "But you wont let me do anything ELSE!" Yami said looking upset. "I cant just sit here and....and not DO anything! I'll pull my hair out if I don’t piss SOMEONE off!"

Ahmose scowled, glancing down at the Phantom hound chewing on his finger. "I understand that. But do you have to piss people off by flirting and trying to get them into bed?! Can't you... steal Michelangelo's Pieta or something?!"

XD

"You told me not to tip the altar! Besides, he's fun to piss off!" Yami said hunching and looking upset.

"... I don't like you hitting on him..." Ahmose said softly.

Yami sighed and sat next to Ahmose nuzzling up to him. "I'd never leave you for him. He's too rough."

Ahmose blinked and looked at Yami. "What?"

Yami nuzzled Ahmose. "I don’t like being paralyzed." he cooed. "Besides... I love you."

Ahmose blinked, then chuckled. "He did the Sign of the Cross at you again, didn't he?"

Yami nodded and sighed. "Like I've got the black plague or something."

Ahmose blinked, then grinned. He turned and faced Yami, then made the Sign of the Cross. "In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti."

Yami whined loudly and slumped back against the couch sniffling. "So cruel..."

Ahmose grinned and crept closer. "You bet... and now you're mine..." He chuckled.

Yami blinked. "Huh?"

Ahmose scooped Yami up in his arms and deposited him on the bed. "You are all mine..."

Yami grinned and flicked his tail. "Ohhh I like this." he said looking quite thrilled.

Ahmose chuckled. "I'm sure you do..." He said, slowly disrobing the demon. "But if you don't leave that Agent alone, I will not be giving a repeat performance..." And he took Yami into his mouth.

Yami gasped and moaned tail curling around Ahmose's neck lightly, still weak from paralysis. "Gods!" he yelped. This was new....

Ahmose smirked, glancing up at Yami to see his reaction as he deep throated him.

Yami hissed and shook his head squirming weakly. "N-no fair!" he gasped moaning.

"Oh?" Ahmose asked, allowing Yami's erection to stand free. "Would you rather I stopped?"

Yami whined at that. "Noooo!" He pulled Ahmose back down lightly with his tail. "Don’t stop!"

"Will you stop?" Ahmose asked, smirking and trailing his fingers up and down Yami's length, just barely tickling it.

"Stop whaaat?!" Yami whimpered, gazing lustily at Ahmose.

"Teasing that Dartz jerk..." Ahmose said.

Yami pouted. "But it's fun..."

"But it drives him up the wall… it drives ME up the wall..." Ahmose grumbled.

"I DO it because it drives him up the wall though..." Yami shivered. "It's the least mischief I can do...."

Ahmose snorted. "It pisses me off..." He hissed.

Yami looked sad at that. "But... I can’t just be good Ahmose... I'm going crazy being cooped up in this place as it is..."

"I'm not asking you to be good... I'm asking you to stop making me JEALOUS!!!"

A blush spread across Yami's features. "But... you're so sexy when you're jealous...." he mumbled softly.

Ahmose glared and moved away from Yami. "... do you find him more appealing than... me?"

"Of COURSE not!" Yami howled. "I just like the way you look when you're jealous..." Yami mumbled. "It makes me feel special..."

Ahmose frowned. "Well, it does the opposite for me... it makes me feel inadequate."

wow... men expressing their feelings... talking about them... this is SO obviously written by a couple of GIRLS

XD

Yami blinked. "You shouldn't. No one could be better for me than you." Yami cooed. "Now...do you mind?" he whimpered.

Ahmose snorted. "Maybe..." He grumbled, giving Yami a look.

Yami glared and flicked his tail. "Ahmose...."

"What." Ahmose snorted.

"If you don’t finish what you started, karma will bite you in the ass for it later."

“Yeah, sure, whatev-OW!!!" Ahmose howled, jumping. He turned around and there was the hellhound, wagging her tail proudly after biting him in the ass. Again.

Yami smirked. "And you didn't believe me. Good dog." he purred.

At that moment, the phantom hound scrambled onto the bed. And her eyes caught something interesting. With an exited bark, she leapt for Yami's erection; and the poor demon was still quite paralyzed...

"Oh shit!" Ahmose yelped, and caught her JUST in time... RIGHT before she seized the... um... "bone"... to chew on with little needle sharp puppy teeth.

Yami growled and snapped at the dog. "See?! Not OK!" Yami howled thrashing slightly. "NOW FIX IT!"

"Oh, no 'thank you for saving my penis?' Maybe next time I'll rethink saving your ass... or the other end." Ahmose snorted glaring.

Yami howled again. "Ahmose I swear if you don’t solve the problem right now next time I'll bed the other guy!" Yami shrieked furiously. "This is NOT OK!"

"The other guy prays at you and threatens to kill you..." Ahmose chuckled, sliding up next to Yami and kissing him, curling his long fingers around Yami's aching arousal.

"Better than the guy that damn near feeds it to the dog." Yami pouted. "I like my penis..."

Ahmose chuckled. "We should make sure they're occupied before we start something next time..." Ahmose grumbled; the hell hound was chewing on his foot. "When Mikado gets back, we can give him his puppy. That will help."

Yami kissed Ahmose. "Next time don’t get so jealous... otherwise I'll die of starvation, and you'll NEVER have good sex again...”

"Stop MAKING me jealous..." Ahmose sighed, pumping Yami's erection.

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Marik hopped onto the bed and stuck his nose under the blankets, finding Ryou's face. This, he promptly began to lick.

Ryou squeaked and giggled pulling away. "Marriiiik." he whined cutely. "I was sleeping!"

Marik was in his halfway form. "They're bringing Mikado back." He said. "And breakfast is being served! Come on! Come on!!!

Ryou yawned and nodded. "Alright alright..." Ryou yawned again. "I'll be down to eat in a moment... let me dress first."

Marik changed to his human form and dressed himself by the time Ryou was sitting up. "Come ONNNNN!!!"

Ryou laughed. "Alright alright! Go eat. I'll dress and be down in a moment." Ryou mumbled sitting up. " Shoo!"

"Awwww..." Marik whined, and trotted out of the room.

Ryou sighed and climbed from the bed, dressing. He combed his hair and washed his face before finally trotting out. He sighed and looked down. Ahmose hadn't been any help at all...and now he couldn't look the teen in the eyes. "I'm such a terrible person..."

Of course, then his keen little elven ears picked up some very... incriminating noises from Yami and Ahmose's room.

He blushed and sighed again. That did nothing to help him feel better... they were so lucky...

Malik walked out of his room, yawning and scratching his head.

Ryou gave Malik a look remembering what Ahmose had said. He bit his lip and turned away. No... he couldn't ask that elf for help. Things weren't THAT bad.

Malik followed Ryou. "Where's fluffy?"

"Downstairs eating." Ryou replied calmly, continuing his walk to the dining area.

Malik looked at Ryou and sighed. Marik kept buggin him to get to know the kid... oh well... "Somethin wrong?"

"I'm fine." Ryou said once more. "Just going to eat."

"Hm. You look upset." Malik said, walking next to the half elf.

"Just tired." Ryou said curtly.

Malik snorted. "You can't fool me." He looked at Ryou. "Elves hear things... IF they listen. And I have heard that you went to see Ahmose about something, and he told you to come to me."

"I'd rather be a sacrifice to a pagan god." Ryou replied glaring ahead. "Now if you don’t mind. Leave me alone."

Malik stared at Ryou, insulted. "Fine. But next Marik asks me why I haven't made friends with you, I'll be sure to let him know you want nothing to do with me." And he turned to head outside.

Ryou continued walking, looking equally insulted and very sore. He hated elves, and the fact that Marik was trying to force him near them was starting to get on his nerves.

Marik waved at Ryou when he entered the dining hall, the wolf's face stuffed with sausage.

Ryou sighed and got his breakfast, sitting next to Marik and eating slowly. Great way to start the day. He'd go to meditate after breakfast. Lord knew he needed it.

"Somethin wrong?" Marik asked.

"You're the second person to ask me that." Ryou said as he ate. "I'm fine. I'd be even more fine if you'd stop siccing Malik on me."

Marik blinked. "What?"

"I don’t want to be his friend. So you can stop asking him to be friends with me." Ryou said once more. "I don’t like him. It's not going to change."

Marik frowned, and looked down sadly. "Why don't you like him? Because he's an elf?"

"Among many other things." Ryou snorted going back to his food. "I told you I didn't want anything to do with that. It's not a part of me other than physical appearance. I disowned that horrible part of me the moment I knew what it was." Ryou said continuing to eat. "And I disown all that pertains to it as well."

Marik frowned and shook his head. "But you're wrong about it." He said.

"If I was wrong about it, I wouldn't exist." Ryou snorted. "Now for the final time...PLEASE...just leave it alone."

"No." Marik said. "I love you. But he's my best friend. And I want you two to be friends!!! You could accept a werewolf, but not an elf?! Their race is far more noble than mine! If anything, you should have fallen in love with him and hate me!!!"

Ryou glared. "I would rather be damned straight to hell." he hissed looking very upset he shook his head and stood, taking his plate and walking away. He had penance, and meditation. This talk wasn't good for him.

Marik sighed sadly, ears and tail drooping. He also got up, leaving his plate where it was. He changed and headed outside, deciding to go for a run...

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