Love Under a Silver Moon

Love Under a Silver Moon

Chapter 5

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Ryou giggled as Malik made yet another comment about the couple two rows in front of them in the cinema, as the boy with thick rimmed glasses tried, for the fifth time, to put his arm around the shoulders of the girl sitting next to him. He was deflected, again, by a shrug and look from the girl.

Malik had asked Ryou to go to the cinema with him after school, it was the first time they had been properly alone since the detention two days earlier. It hadn’t been at all awkward after their first kiss, with things carrying on as they normally did, but with a few extra kisses and hugs here and there. Yugi hadn’t seemed at all surprised, in fact when he had walked in on them kissing in the toilet, he had raised his hands in the air and exclaimed, “Finally!” before giving them both a hug and asking why they were skiving Personal Study time.

As they walked down the street to the cinema, Malik had laced their fingers together and Ryou hadn’t wiped the smile off his face since. Now seated near the back in the almost empty dark room, Ryou felt the blonde’s hand rest carefully on his leg, and he turned to face him with a questioning look. Ryou smiled and leaned in to kiss Malik. Malik obliged him with a soft kiss and let Ryou’s questioning tongue slide past his lips to join his own hot organ in his mouth. Ryou moaned slightly as Malik’s hand slipped higher up his leg and gasped slightly when Malik’s digits touched the highly sensitized flesh between his legs.

Ryou was lost in the sensations that were so new, but with the person he felt so close to and would trust with his life, they felt very, very good. Malik shifted slightly and pulled Ryou onto his lap, his long fingers skimming around the hem of his jeans and then up under his shirt onto his smooth stomach.

Ignoring the pain he knew he was about to feel if Malik became a bit rougher, the white haired male put all his efforts into kissing Malik. Twisting his arms around Malik’s neck, and pulling him closer, Ryou felt Malik’s hand slide upwards until if brushed over his nipple, drawing a gasp from the other. Malik smiled slightly before slowly moving his hand down over Ryou’s chest to another destination.

A slightly raised bump on Ryou’s stomach brought his attention. He carefully felt over it again. It was about the width of an orange and only slightly swollen from the skin. Experimentally he applied a small amount of pressure. Ryou immediately stiffened and drew away from him. “What is that Ryou?”

“Nothing. Really it’s nothing.” Ryou mumbled and pulled away from Malik, slipping back into his own seat.

“I’m not stupid. Tell me what it is.” Malik asked in a serious voice, looking him in the eyes.

Go on, tell him you get beaten up everyday, Ryou thought sarcastically, and then you can go and get yourself raped.

“Malik, I must’ve done it when I fell down the stairs, same time I did my jaw. I doesn’t hurt anyway.”

“But-”

“Don’t, it doesn’t hurt, so don’t worry about it.” Ryou said firmly.

Knowing not to continue, Malik slipped his arm around Ryou with a sigh, turning to watch the rest of the film, determined to find out what was wrong with his pale skinned lover.

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Ryou screamed as Malik pretended to dump him in a large bin outside a hotel. They were on their way back from the cinema, and although there was still some tension between them, both were happy with the company.

Malik smiled at Ryou’s giggling face and hugged him tightly spinning them around.

“Stop! Stop!” Ryou managed to choke out through his laughter, “You’re going to make me sick!”

Malik stopped the spinning, leaning against the side of the ally they had managed to get into and leaning down to brush white stands of hair from Ryou’s eyes before kissing him deeply. Ryou moaned into the kiss, snuggling deeper into Malik’s arms, never feeling more content.

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Licking blood seductively off his wrist, Marik regarded Bakura from under his platinum fringe. Bakura cocked his head to the side and smirked, twirling his weapon slightly in his hand, the night breeze slightly lifting the black feathers on his wings. The two vampires were standing on top of a building, engaged in one of their fights, both deciding not to wear tops this time. Bakura had just clipped Marik’s wrist, but he had a few slashes on him to make up for it.

Suddenly whirling around, Marik tried to catch his lover of guard, but Bakura was too quick and blocked his attack. Another few defensive blows followed, Bakura actually working quite hard to keep Marik from cutting him up.

A sudden upward swipe from Bakura brought the battle to a close. Bringing his sword up, he caught Marik’s stomach to chest leaving a long gash that stopped at his collar bone. Before he could hit the floor, Bakura had dropped his sword, formed his fangs and leapt over to Marik, digging his teeth into the tanned skin and wrapping his arms and wings around the other to stop him falling. Marik moaned and wrapped his arms around the pale demon’s neck, smearing blood on the flawless skin. When Bakura was done, still holding up Marik, he kissed his neck gently and licked away the blood that was trickling over Marik’s bear collarbone.

Finding his feet, for the slash had dazed him; Marik realized that Bakura was using his own body to stop the flow of blood from his gash by pressing their chests together. Looking at Bakura, with his trademark smirk on his face, Marik took in the red blood that was spilling out of his lover’s mouth and from his fangs, down his chin and onto his bear chest and noted how it looked so very arousing contrasting with his white flesh.

Before he could lean over to lick it up, Bakura had pushed him to his knees and was kneeling in front of him. Bending over to run his tongue up the length of Marik’s cut, healing it instantly, he continued to lap up the remaining blood and cuts he had caused, making Marik hiss and moan slightly. He placed both hands on Marik’s hips and roughly pulled them to his own and engaged in a rough kiss in which Marik could still taste his blood.

Shoving Bakura onto the ground in front of him, Marik healed him, deliberately dragging his fangs over a sensitive spot he knew on Bakura’s stomach. Once he was done, the two vampires grabbed their own swords and stood up letting the wind play on their hot bodies.

“Hungry?” Bakura questioned.

“For you? Always.” Marik replied with a smirk. Bakura rolled his eyes sarcastically and they set off into the air to find some fresh blood.

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Settled on top of a roof above an ally where the two night walkers had heard laughter, they spied two figures in the darkness below.

“They don’t smell that bad,” Bakura commented sniffing the breeze. “In fact one of them smells quite sweet. Innocent I would say? Do you think we should go for them?”

Marik smirked. “We’ve not had a decent meal in about 50 years. Lovers’ blood is a bit of a delicacy. But, you know, we’re worth it.”

Bakura chuckled quietly at his reasoning. The two figures in the ally below had stopped spinning and were now up against one of the walls, and it looked like they were kissing.

“Share the sweet one, ok?” Bakura said with a laugh as they dropped like stones into the ally beneath.

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Hearing a slight disturbance behind him, Ryou pulled away from Malik and gripped him a bit tighter.

“Did you hear that?” He whispered, looking around them into the blackness.

“I didn’t hear anything, except you.” Malik smirked.

Ryou playfully hit him, but at that moment he was pulled roughly from Malik’s grasp.

“RYOU!” Malik yelled, spotting two figures in the darkness.

It was so black that it was hard to see who it was or even what they looked like, but he knew for sure that one of them was holding his love.

“Give him back!” Marik screamed as he ran at the shapes.

A sharp blow to his head sent him reeling backwards, but he quickly straightened up to send a blow into the dark and it connected with something. The something dropped a body on the floor. Crouching low to the ground, Malik swiftly reached out and felt Ryou’s soft hair. Ryou grabbed at his hand with cries of “Malik!”

Bakura and Marik watched from the shadows, Marik healing a bruise that was appearing on his cheek. It was too dark too see their preys’ features, but they knew that it was two males. They decided to play with the two for a bit, letting them find each other again before going in for the “main event.”

Pulling an extremely scared and trembling Ryou to him, and whispering words of comfort, Malik pulled the pale boy behind him and straightened up to look into the shadows. He looked for a way to run, but they had been cornered at the end of the ally and to get out they would probably have to pass the predators.

“I know you’re still there. Just leave us alone and we won’t go to the police or anything!” Malik’s voice quavered a bit, even though he was trying to be strong. Not just for him, but for Ryou.

A low laugh made Malik pull Ryou closer in behind him, protecting him from whatever it was. Suddenly, Malik saw a figure in front of him and sent a well aimed punch and kick at the thing. Pausing for a second, the vampire healed a bruise to the stomach and sent a punch back to the feisty human. A short fight ensued, but Malik was no match for a vampire’s strength so he soon found himself pinned against the wall with blood dripping down his forehead and a sick feeling in his belly.

He heard Ryou’s cry and struggled against the force holding him up more violently than ever. Bakura had subdued Ryou with a punch to the skull, but still left him conscious so as to feel the pain.

“Please let me and Malik go…” he managed.

Bakura laughed quietly and lent in close to Ryou, breathing in his innocent scent.

“Try to relax and it wont hurt that much,” Bakura whispered harshly, and Ryou paled at what that could mean.

Bakura then said louder, “Hey, Marik, I got the sweet one.”

“Leave me some then!” was the amused response.

Leaning in to Ryou’s neck, and brushing away the soft hair, Bakura could feel the pulse of Ryou’s terrified heart as quick as a sparrow’s. The combined smell and sound of untainted blood rushing through his veins was too much for Bakura, and he bit down.

Ryou let out a chocked cry as he felt pain spread like fire through his neck. Bakura, meanwhile, was in heaven, Ryou’s blood tasted delicious. The hot liquid spurted through the puncture marks and was lapped up appreciatively. Begrudgingly, he had to stop after a few mouthfuls because of Ryou’s small size, the fact the Marik wanted some and the problem of actually leaving the human alive. He withdrew his teeth and healed the cuts slightly so he wouldn’t bleed to death, letting Ryou fall to the floor.

Ryou, who was still conscious, if quite faint, felt himself being released. He brought a hand to his neck, and tried to stand up. Bakura watched the human in amusement. Ryou took a shaky step towards a bend in the ally before collapsing, streetlight illuminating his face, his hand leaving his neck to fall above his head and his white hair spreading around his head, turning slightly pink with the blood that stood out so well against his milky skin.

Bakura stepped closer to the unconscious male in disbelief. He took in the pale hair and skin that was so much like his own, now he could actually see properly in the weak light. He knelt over the boy and propped him up slightly, noticing the way his features weren’t as sharp as his own and the slimness of the human.

As he picked him up to show to Marik, the handle of his sword at his belt caught the human’s shirt and pulled it up slightly. Bakura immediately noticed darker marks on his white skin, and took him out closer to the streetlight for a better look. Pulling up the lithe human’s top, he took note of the many bruises that littered his form, feeling a rush of anger at those who had formed them. Why was he feeling so protective of a worthless human? Bakura mentally shook himself. Show him to Marik, he’s the one interested in these look-alikes, drink some more, then leave.

He arranged the small one’s clothes and picked him up. Bakura suddenly stiffened completely as Ryou, in his half conscious state, wrapped his legs around his waist and his arms around his neck and trembled against him, mumbling something about Malik. Bakura looked down at him making sure he was completely out cold before continuing up the ally to find Marik.

Marik was crouching in the darkness with a body at his feet. “Took you long enough, you better not have killed him.” He said with a smirk.

“Marik, come with me and take that human.”

Marik obliged and picked up Malik from the floor. He followed Bakura around the bend in the ally until they could actually see things. Malik stopped dead looking down at the figure in his arms. His head shot up to look at Bakura and the white headed human he was carrying.

“Bakura, it’s them! We found them, and… um… oh dear.” Marik trailed off.

“Yes, it’s them, but they look a bit more… innocent than us.” Bakura noted

“Well they haven’t been vampires the last 50 years. It does stuff to you. Let’s see yours.”

They walked back down the ally again so as not to be seen by any passers by, but so there was still a little bit of light. Marik sat down on a crate and propped the unconscious Malik beside him as Bakura tried to loosen Ryou’s grip on him.

Marik laughed slightly. “Wake him up a bit.”

“Why don’t you do it then you can taste his blood?” Bakura suggested.

Happy at this idea, got up and stood behind Ryou, brushing his hair away from his neck and licking the half closed wound there. Smiling at Bakura who raised his eyebrows with a look that said “I told you he was good,” Marik licked away the blood and closed the gashes, laying his hand on the bruises on Ryou’s head to heal them and restore consciousness.

Ryou sleepily opened his eyes and found himself looking right into identical ones. Eyes widening in fright, he tried to jump back off the man but felt something behind him.

“Shhh, it’s ok.” Cooed the vampire that held him. “We’re not going to hurt you.”

Marik almost couldn’t stop himself laughing at this. But a sharp look from Bakura quieted him.

“W-where’s Malik?” Ryou managed. He untangled his legs from the other and stared in amazement at the almost-twin that held him.

“Around” said Bakura

“Y-you’re the vampire.” Ryou squeaked.

Bakura smirked, “our reputations proceed us, Marik.” He commented, looking over Ryou’s shoulder.

Realizing there was another vampire in close proximity to him, Ryou made an effort to untangle himself from the demon that was holding him. After a brief struggle, Bakura soon had Ryou with his back to his chest and his arms pinned together with one hand. Bakura took Ryou’s chin in his other hand and pulled his head to the side to give Marik a better look at the human.

Standing before him, Marik looked Ryou up and down, Bakura let go of his chin.

“He really does look like you, Bakura.” He noted. “He’s shorter and thinner, but not by much. What’s your name?” Marik asked to the human gently.

Regarding the figure standing before him, with black wings that hung loosely on his back and fangs that were visible over his lips, you won’t be surprised that Ryou was a bit hesitant. Noticing Malik, he thought it better to cooperate.

“Ryou.” He said finally. “What about you?” he ventured, sounding far braver than he felt.

Vibrations passed through him from the vampire holding him, as he chuckled slightly.

“Since you asked,” he spoke deeply, “I am Bakura, and that is my lover, Marik.”

Ryou almost stopped breathing in terror, lover? Vampire lovers? He thought. The body on the floor behind Marik started stirring, and Ryou looked over eagerly. To see a messy head of hair lift up and catch sight of him.

“Malik!” Ryou cried, as Marik picked him up to pin his arms behind him with ease.

“Get off me you son of a bitch!” Malik struggled, “Leave Ryou alone, he’s done nothing wrong! Take me if you want blood!”

Coming into the light, Ryou could see the wounds in Malik’s neck that were so much like the ones he had. The blood had trickled down to his shirt, staining it.

“Calm down, human, we’re not going to hurt you. Anymore.” Marik quickly added, “We were just having a chat with Ryou here. Let me introduce us, I’m Marik, he’s Bakura.” The white haired vampire nodded. “And we’re very interested in you and Ryou, Malik.” Marik finished in a silken voice, letting his breath play over Malik’s ear.

Realization dawning on his face, Malik said, “You’re the vampires.”

Chuckling, Bakura replied, “Well unless you think we just go around randomly biting people’s necks because we feel like it that would be us.”

To emphasize his point, Bakura leaned down and carefully kissed Ryou’s neck, right on his pulsing vein, looking Malik in the eye as he did so.

“Don’t touch him.” Malik said dangerously.

“I think it’s you that should not be touching him.” Bakura retorted, suddenly pulling up Ryou’s shirt and baring his slim stomach and slightly protruding ribs.

Malik gasped at the sight of the many bruises on Ryou. He looked at Ryou’s face which was turned to the floor in embarrassment and shame.

“I didn’t do that! Ryou why didn’t you tell me?” He demanded. Ryou felt tears prickling in his eyes. His secret had just been revealed to the person he would least like to know. Malik would now go and confront the bullies and they would hunt him down.

“Because… Because…” Ryou chocked. The two lovers seemed to not comprehend the presence of the vampires standing so near. Ryou let the tears fall and became limp in Bakura’s hold, and Bakura looked over at Marik with a worried glance. Marik responded by letting the blonde in his grasp go. Malik immediately rushed over to Ryou and pulled him away from Bakura, cradling him in his arms and sinking to the floor.

“T-they threatened to do things to me, Malik.” Ryou managed

Bakura and Marik sat down on crates next to the two lovers, Marik sliding an arm around Bakura’s waist. Both looked on in interest and sadness at the most innocent creature’s heart brake.

“What things?” Malik whispered, kissing Ryou’s forehead.

“A very bad thing.”

“What?” Malik asked again.

Ryou mumbled something into Malik’s chest. “Pardon?” Malik tried. Ryou cried quietly as Malik lent down closer.

“Rape me. They were going to fucking take my virginity!” He shouted in pain.

Everyone was shocked by that outbreak, even Ryou. The vampires looked at each other, and Marik moved from the crate to sit on his knees beside his lover’s look-alike, placing a hand gently on his back. Malik was too shocked for words, but when he came to his senses, he began an outburst.

“Ryou, tell me who it was. Tell me who that bastard was. When I get them, they won’t ever bother you again. In fact they may never come to school again-”

“Be quiet.”

Malik looked around, angry tears threatening to fall as he hugged Ryou closer to him. Bakura’s smooth voice had cut through his own as he came closer to Malik.

“That’s not going to solve anything. By the sound of it, and judging by the number of wounds on your friend-”

“Lover” Malik interjected

“Lover’s body, there are at least six people involved. Far too many for a human. But not for a vampire.” Bakura stopped himself. Why did he want to help these humans? The soft, innocence of Ryou and feistiness of Malik just made him feel differently, he thought.

Marik looked up at him with a smirk on his face.

“I think we should be going.” He said to Malik, giving him a smile. “No hard feelings about the, you know?” he said gesturing to his neck.

“You gotta eat.” Malik said quietly, giving the vampires a faint smile, before watching them kick off into the night sky.

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Arriving back at their home, Marik turned to Bakura and slipped his arms around his neck. Smirking and gently nipping the skin, he whispered into Bakura’s ear, “The great vampire Bakura, having a soft spot for two humans. Who would’ve thought?”

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