Love Under a Silver Moon

Love Under a Silver Moon

Chapter 3

This is my first lemon... Hope you enjoy it. Thank you to my reveiwers, this is for you ^_~

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Bakura yawned widely and pulled the sleeping figure next to him closer to his body. The other vampire shifted slightly so that he was resting his head on the pale vampire’s chest, his black feathered wings stretched out from his back on the bed beside him. After a few moments, Bakura’s eyes flickered open to survey the room he and his lover had shared for the past 500 years. The white linen curtains fluttered in the early evening breeze that was coming through the shutters that kept out the sun. He was stretched out on a dark blue bed that was actually a mattress on the floor with navy sheets and pillows, but, like the choice in curtains, was Marik’s idea of “interior design”.

There was an open wardrobe against one of the walls and the floor was covered with various items of clothing and, within arms reach, two swords. Bakura’s was made out of solid silver with lapis lazuli embedded in the handle along with an ornately carved dragon entwining itself around the stones. As with Marik’s sword, that was a present from Bakura to him, there was some dried blood on the blade that was probably their own. The solid gold sword lay near to Bakura’s, and with rubies set into the hilt and a phoenix carved into the handle, it was almost as fine as the pale haired vampire’s, but Bakura was, admittedly the better at their sword play.

Finding himself fully awake now, Bakura ran a very slender finger up Marik’s bronze back right between his wings. Last night had been very much enjoyed by both, but judging by the blood stains on the bed, rough as well. Not that they minded. Marik stirred against him, burying his head into Bakura’s chest and scraping his nails against the pale vampire’s hip, which protruded from his slim body. Not acknowledging the pain, Bakura repeated his ministration until Marik lifted his head and looked at him sleepily. “I was dreaming.” He said

“What about?” Bakura asked in a smooth voice, never stopping his finger on Marik’s back

“About you actually letting me sleep for once.” Marik mumbled, sliding a leg over Bakura’s.

“But then who am I meant to kiss… hug… love … bite?” Bakura said in a falsely innocent voice. At that last word, Marik smirked and rolled over so he was astride his lover.

“As long as you do all those things…” Marik said suggestively as Bakura’s hands wandered over his hips, the pale skin contrasting greatly with Marik’s tan.

He lent down and kissed Bakura roughly. Bakura complied and nipped Marik’s lip. Marik moaned into the kiss as he tasted his blood and the pain Bakura caused him. The pale one smiled and sucked Marik’s blood eagerly, he loved its slightly spicy taste, but a vampire could not taste the flavor of their own blood, so to Marik, it just tasted ordinary.

Marik drew away, looking down at the extremely arousing sight of Bakura with his blood slightly dribbling out of his smirking mouth, and his jet black wings and white hair spread around his body on the bed. He smirked, showing his fangs, before leaning down to lap up the remaining stuff.

Bakura suddenly sat up, pulling Marik to him so their chests pressed together. He entangled his hands in Marik’s wings and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Marik moaned again before pulling away.

His dark purple eyes met dark chocolate.

“I love you.” Bakura said quietly.

Marik was shocked, Bakura hardly ever said anything like that, he wasn’t the “sappy” kind, as he put it.

“I love you too.” Marik said, resting his forehead against Bakura’s.

Pulling him in for a last lingering kiss, Marik got off his lover, and fished for a pair of boxers to put on in the pile of clothes by the door. Bakura surveyed him silently, admiring the details of Marik’s muscular body, the way feathers seamlessly met skin on his back, and the way his messy blonde hair fell over his eyes as he bent down.

He loved the way that he or Marik could both play the dominant role, although admittedly, it was usually him. And the fact that Marik had the same bloodlust as he did, and the reality that he was completely Ok when Bakura bit him, and vice versa. Bakura stood up and took the same path as Marik, first fishing out some underwear from a draw. Although they were completely comfortable with their bodies, both enjoyed taking clothes off, he then walking from the bedroom with his sword in his hand.

When he arrived at the kitchen of their apartment, which was disguised in a dilapidated office block at one end of Domino City, he saw Marik was busy with breakfast. He settled himself at the breakfast bar in the surprisingly clean kitchen and rested his sword against the counter. Marik turned around with two plates in his hands, on one was some toast and on the other was a slab of meat. Bakura reached out for the plate of meat licking his lips. “Thank you beautiful.” He purred, before consuming the food before him.

Marik had hardly finished his toast when he felt familiar lean but strong arms encircle his waist. Bakura’s strong chest pressed against his back between his wings as one slender hand moved up to brush away Marik’s tangled hair away from his neck. Bakura trailed his hands down Marik’s chest and leaned in close to his ear, flicking his tongue out to trace patterns on Marik’s neck. Marik gasped as he felt the hot tongue replaced by a sharp fang. A smirk appeared on his face: Bakura had already bitten him today.

Before he could react, Marik had Bakura pinned against the wall with his hands above his head. Roughly kissing each other, Bakura struggled against his vampire but to no avail, he knew Marik was the stronger anyway. Grinding their hips together caused both vampires’ breath to hitch, Marik, still holding his other’s wrists in one hand, trailed his fingers down Bakura’s creamy skin to the hem of his boxers. Looking him in the eyes, Bakura smirked and lent forward in an attempt to capture Marik’s lips in a kiss. With a playful gleam in his eyes, and leaning back from the hips up, Marik deflected this, causing the pale vampire to growl and struggle a bit more, only seeming to cause more pleasure for them both.

In a seemingly change of heart, Marik took Bakura’s wrists from above his head and roughly dragged him into the sitting room. Bakura, who by this time was very turned on by both the roughness and ministrations of his love happily allowed himself to be pushed onto the carpet and straddled. Marik let Bakura’s wrists go and turned his attention to the other’s chest, leaning down and scraping his fangs in patterns over Bakura’s chest, but not hard enough to draw blood. Bakura’s eyes had slid closed and he gasped as Marik suddenly bit down on one of his nipples, whilst his tanned fingers played with the other.

Working his was steadily down the pale body, Marik slid his fore fingers into the hem of Bakura’s boxers, moving his hands apart to trace his prominent hip bones. He then lifted Bakura’s hips and slid the offending cloth off to reveal one of Marik’s favorite parts of his lover. Bakura was in ecstasy, he loved it when Marik was in control. He growled in his throat when he felt the familiar heat and wet around his member.

Looking down, He saw his vampire bending over him, eyes closed in concentration, black wings falling next to his sides and blonde hair tickling his stomach slightly. Marik swirled his tongue around Bakura’s length, earning him a moan. He then moved his mouth up and down, occasionally coming up enough to blow cold air onto the tip before replacing his mouth. Bakura’s hands fumbled for Marik’s, he brought the fingers up to his mouth and started sucking the digits hungrily, knowing what was to come. When Marik deep-throated him, Bakura let out a growl of pleasure, letting Marik’s fingers out of his mouth and pushing his hand down to where he needed it.

Marik let Bakura’s length fall from his lips, and watched his slightly breathless lover’s face as he teased one finger around his entrance. “So you want it gently this time?” He said with a smirk, pointing out the fact that the two vampires did not usually prepare each other. Bakura smirked back.

“Take me however, just do it soon, I need you.” Was the reply.

“As you wish” Marik said, as he thrust a single finger into Bakura.

He quickly shed himself of his own boxers and concentrated on the extremely sexy figure sprawled out in front of him. Carefully sliding his first finger out and in, he added another, to the extreme pleasure of Bakura. After adding a third, Bakura couldn’t take it much longer.

“Fucking take me already!”

Marik didn’t need telling twice. He positioned himself between the milky thighs and thrust into the other vampire. He scooped Bakura up and put his back to the sofa while he was getting adjusted. Marik then experimentally pulled out slowly and pushed completely back in, knowing that would irritate Bakura. From the look in Bakura’s eyes, Marik was true to his word, so the thrusts became faster and deeper, helped by the fact that Bakura’s back was leaning against something. Breath came in gasps as the two lovers as they moved further towards their climaxes, because of their heightened vampiric senses, the feelings they were experiencing were amplified till neither could stand it any longer.

Reaching his hand down between them, Marik took Bakura’s member in his hand and gave it a few quick strokes before the heat in Bakura’s stomach found release, clenching around Marik and spilling his love over their stomachs with a cry of his name. The increased tightness overwhelmed Marik, so with a few deep thrusts, he sought release, pouring himself into his lover and leaning forwards to bite Bakura’s neck. Bakura moaned at the combined feeling of the heat that Marik had just pushed up inside him and the pain of Marik’s fangs embedding themselves in his neck. Marik took a few gulps of Bakura’s slightly sweet blood before closing the wounds he had inflicted; he then kissed his way up to Bakura’s mouth and kissed him gently. Tasting his own blood in his lover’s mouth, Bakura was completely satisfied.

Marik pulled out of him carefully and dragged him onto the sofa to lie beside him. Bakura gave his lover a lazy smile and wrapped his arms around the other’s neck.

“Hey, Bakura.” Marik said slightly sleepily, running his hands around the pale one’s hips.

Truth be told, vampires had the stamina to stay up through a few rounds of sex, but neither felt in the mood after that most intense session.

“Hmm?” Bakura replied, tracing patterns on Marik’s neck and chest.

“You know last night” He began

“I beat you? I know” Bakura replied with a smirk

“No, not that. I was thinking about what that human with the colourful hair said, you know about there being other humans that look like us?” Bakura arched an eyebrow, wandering where this was going.

“Do you think we should try and see if he was telling the truth? I mean it would be interesting to see us in human form.” Marik said thoughtfully.

“If you wish. We do have about 1000 years left of life; we might as well do something with it.” Bakura said with a slight chuckle.

They aged slower than humans, but did eventually die as well. He was actually quite interested in seeing these humans as well, though not, it seemed, as interested as Marik.

“Right then, we’ll do that some time...” Marik said as he drifted off into a nap, burying his face into Bakura’s neck.

Encircling his arms and wings protectively around his lover, Bakura soon joined Marik in sleep.

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