Teratos High: Demon Hunters

A/N: Okay everyone Ch.5 is ready! Sorry for the delay on it. I had a business trip I -just- got back from so I didn't have a chance to finish it before now. The changes to the story are getting more involved now, so unless I get a chapter that doesn't need much tweaking to fit my updates will probably start coming around once every week or two depending on my schedule.

Also, this chapter does contain some lemony goodness for everyone panting after it. XD The pairing isn't our star couple (and fans of odd pairings should enjoy this), but we're hoping you guys like it anyway. And with that...

On with the story!

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The orphan glanced up at the school speechlessly. Teratos High wasn't really a school, but more like a 16th century castle. Black stones, placed carefully on top of each other were stacked high in the sky, each a forbidding shade of onyx. Dark spirals of smoky marble stabbed at the night sky, breaking through thin, wispy clouds which allowed a sliver of moonlight to filter downwards. Yami was astonished; the school was beautiful... in that slightly creepy sixteenth century gothic kind of way...

"I thought we left at daybreak..." Yami murmured, glancing over at Bakura, "Were we riding all day?"

Bakura snorted and broke into a fit of laughs. Yami glared at him while waiting impatiently for the chimera to control himself. Eventually, Bakura managed to control himself long enough to answer Yami's query, "It's always night time over here..." He exhaled, sucking in a new breathe, "That's why it's such a great school for all types of Classes. Vampires don't explode in flames when they step out into the sun, but they can get some really nasty burns if they aren't careful." He chuckled, "'were we riding all day?'... really now..."

Yami, slightly annoyed now, stomped forward, "Where's the front..." He glanced up at the castle-like cathedral. Or whatever you were supposed to call this, " ...office...?"

Bakura pointed towards the large wooden door, "If you walk through there, you'll see a mausoleum with an inscription of Hades etched in its marble. Next to it are glass double doors. Go through those and you'll be in the front office. You can't miss it, it's a completely glass room."

Yami arched and eyebrow at that but nodded, "Thanks." He said lazily. Yami paused, and turned towards the two still demons, "Really," He said sincerely, "Thank you."

Bakura shrugged and averted his eyes, "No problem." He replied gruffly. Yami smiled softly, and for the first time in five years, it was directed at someone other than Leo.

He turned resolutely towards the front doors, but hadn't taken three steps when he was called back by Mariku and Bakura, "Wait!" Mariku shouted, catching up to Yami, "We forgot to mention this to you..."

Yami quirked an eyebrow, "What?"

"Whatever you do," Mariku breathed, "Don't ever go into the mausoleum."

Yami frowned, "Don't worry, I won't." He replied truthfully. Yami never had the intention of ever stepping foot in a crypt in his life before, and that fact wasn't about to change now. But now he just had to ask, "Out of curiosity... Why not?"

Mariku grimaced and shook his head, "Just don't..." He muttered, "And pray you never find out."

Before Yami could press the teenager for further details, the vampire had turned around and walked off with Bakura.

Gulping slightly, a sense of foreboding in the pit of his stomach, Yami turned once again towards the front doors and cautiously stepped inside Teratos High. If the orphan had been surprised when he saw the outside; he was even more shocked to see the inside. Large, brick archways had been curved up around the doorway. Black tiled floors were covered in thick velvet carpets. Torches lit the corridors and tall windows which framed every hallway allowed moonlight from outside to shimmer through and cast blue shadows in the corridors. The castle was cold, but strangely, it was also warm at the same time. There was a strange feeling in the air; like a crackling electricity that could not be stopped or contained.

The sensation was enough to make his skin crawl. Nervously Yami ran a hand through his black and red hair, and tugged on one of his long blond bangs in mild irritation.

He walked down the front hallway, alone in the dark entrance. Yami cringed; Teratos High was definitely not visitor friendly. At that moment a loud, guttural shriek echoed from the stone mausoleum, effectively snapping the orphan from his anxious thoughts. Heart racing he spun towards the entrance of the mausoleum. The thing inside the crypt gave a longing, mournful howl; as though aching to get near Yami. He could not tell if it was from the urge for his blood, or if it was lonely. He wasn't really inclined to find out either.

Instead he slowly backed away from the mausoleum entrance half afraid that whatever it was that could produce such a howl would come crashing through the doors to get to him. Taking a few deep breaths he tried to calm his frayed nerves, and resisted the urge to thump his head against the nearest wall. At this rate he'd have a fucking heart attack by third period. What had he done to deserve this? Surely exploding lawnmowers weren't that bad...

Were they?

After a moment of gathering his wits he continued down the corridor and felt acute relief when he spotted a brilliantly lit, glass room. He peered inside curiously. There, unclothed and towering at a frightening height of approximately eight foot five inches, was a huge woman with a snake tail for legs slithering around the floor. She bathed in the artificial heat the glass room provided, a black forked tongue flicked out into the dry air every three seconds.

"A Naga..." Yami breathed in amazement fighting back an automatic blush at her lack of clothing, and the ludicrous urge to run up and tap on the glass. He was fairly sure that would be a fast way to get killed around here. Hesitantly, he pushed through the hot glass double doors and stepped into the front office. Immediately, a wave of hot air hit Yami with the force of a three-ton boulder. His brow and neck immediately began to perspire prompting him to tug at the collar of his shirt in a rather futile effort to cool off.

"Ah... Yami Sobek, we've been expecting you." A voice said cheerfully causing Yami to nearly jump out of his skin. Whirling around he found himself face to face with another Naga. Before he could gather his wits her tongue flicked out and touched her nose causing Yami to lose his train of thought in favor of staring at the distracting object in complete fascination.

"Really...?" Yami asked distractedly, and managed, somehow, to tear his gaze away from the tongue and to the woman's milky retinas, "So...?"

She smiled, showing off her wickedly curved fangs, "Well," She hissed, "You have eight classes a day, and they're fairly short." Yami nodded to show that he was following along, "You'll have B lunch right after history..." She trailed off and rifled through a folder and withdrew a crisp sheet of parchment with Yami's schedule written neatly on it. Yami glanced over the schedule and found that it met his standards. All his classes from his previous schools matched up with the curriculum at Teratos. It was comforting to know that some things never changed. Granted he had more classes than usual, but it was a nice change from the four hour and a half classes that turned one's mind into mush.

Unfortunately, his appreciation was somewhat short lived. His first class of the day was Math. Yami cringed and felt like vomiting. Math confused him all to hell, and it was just his luck that he'd have the worst class possible first thing in the morning. He sighed in resignation, thanked the nice serpent ladies, and trudged unwillingly to his first class.

By now other students were milling around in the hallways as he made his way to his first class, and Yami made it a point to keep his crimson eyes glued to the floor. Bakura and Mariku's assurances or not, he really had no desire to become anyone's brunch, and the sight of all those sharp pointy fangs and claws was more than enough to give him the creeps.

For a while the orphan kept walking, not really knowing where the hell he was going. He had never gone to this school before, so he had no idea where any of his classes were. Nor, upon inspection, could he find anything that resembled a map to orient himself with. Troubled, Yami kept up a steady pace, walking until he reached, what he thought was, the center of the castle.

"I'm definitely lost.." He muttered, feeling completely embarrassed, and decided maybe retracing his steps would be a good idea.

He had turned halfway around, thinking to turn back and ask for directions in the hot box, when a multitude of different colors caught his eye. Mystified over what could have caused such a change against the black of Teratos Yami twisted around fully to look.

A large, stained glass window stood tall before him. Thousands of colors were seeped into the surface of the stunning mosaic. It was a picture of a woman, breathtakingly beautiful, and bleeding from her bosom. Black leathery wings, broken and crumpled, grew from her pale back, and Yami was struck with a sense of profound loss. She seemed so forlorn, and was so obviously dying in agony. The woman held a hand out beseechingly, and almost appeared to be trying to pull someone towards her. A pang of unknown guilt stabbed through Yami's heart, he seemed to have remembered the woman... It was as though Yami had known her all his life. Yami shook his head against the odd feeling and looked at who the woman was calling to her. It was a man, with narrowed crimson eyes and black hair. He seemed to look sorrowfully at the woman before turning and forsaking her.

Yami's mouth dropped open as his previous feeling of familiarity slamming into him again. It was as though they were characters from a book he had read long ago, or in a dream he had long since forgotten, but was sure he would be able to remember in detail if he tried.

"Sad, isn't it?" A voice behind him asked.

Yami spun around on the heel of his foot, having been unaware that someone was there with him. A boy about a year younger than him stood with his arms crossed. He had black and violet tresses with blond bangs pushing out from under the thick mass of spiky hair. Much like Yami's own hair actually...

He was wearing an interesting combination of leather boots, black jeans, and a loose short sleeved shirt of a lovely royal blue; all of which was accented by leather belts, wrist cuffs, a collar, and oddly enough, a single gold stud in one of his ears. Two identical bat-wings sprouted from his back with two tapered ears revealing his demonic heritage. (though how those wings worked around the shirt Yami had no idea)

Violet eyes were fastened on the window, not even glancing at Yami. From his angle, Yami could barely make out two tiny fangs protruding from the boy's lip. He wondered suddenly if the boy was a vampire.

"What is?" He asked slowly trying to remember the demon boy's question.

"The mosaic." The boy said simply.

The orphan frowned, "Well I figured that much out." He said flatly, "But what makes it so sad?" He paused, "Beyond the obvious that is."

The demon looked at Yami appraisingly, a spark of recognition flickered through his gem-like eyes. Yami met his gaze curiously. Did he know this demon?

"She was my creator." The demon said slowly. Yami wasn't sure what that meant, so he stayed quiet and returned the boy's gaze inquiringly hopeful that he would be given more of an explanation than that. Unfortunately, the demon just looked back at the window. Even then, Yami found himself watching the boy an odd emotion swirling in his gut. The demon really was very good looking... Shaking his head, and wondering where the random thought had come from, Yami refocused on the conversation at hand.

"That means nothing to me." The orphan admitted finally. The demon whipped his head towards Yami looking both very angry and shocked.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He demanded hotly. His small fangs were bared in a snarl. Yami shrugged and turned back towards to window trying not to show his nervousness at the angry display.

"Nothing! I just meant I don't know what a 'creator' is, and I don't know how it relates to this window! That's all!" He exclaimed defensively, "Don't have a litter of kittens over it." He grumbled, mostly to himself, in an afterthought.

The boy gaped at Yami disbelief written over every feature. Whether that was from his comment or his lack of knowledge Yami wasn't sure, "What did you say?" The boy growled dangerously.

Yami rolled his eyes suddenly very tired of walking on damn eggshells just because his so called classmates weren't human. It wasn't his fault he was human and didn't know how things worked around here... and why exactly was he scared of them anyway?

Sure they had claws and fangs and crap, but he'd been adopted by 'humans' that were more monster than anything he'd seen out of these people yet. Maybe these people were a little stranger looking, and apparently offended easy, but fuck he knew humans just as oddball... hell he was one. Chuckling a little at the thought Yami decided it was time these 'demons' learned that not all humans would just take what they had to dish out without throwing any back.

And, he decided with a purely mental grin, he would start with the pms-ing demon boy next to him.

He firmly shoved the knowledge that the boy could probably kill him with whatever demonic attributes he had into the back of his mind.

"You heard me." He eyed the boy out of the corner of his eye mischievously, "Unless, I was wrong about all you demons having good hearing? That's a possibility you know. Demonic lore is sketchy at best where I'm from." He smirked fully at the boy, "But of course, I'm sure I'm sure someone as apparently smart as you are has long since figured out that bit of information."

The boy looked like he was going to burst a blood vessel. Privately, Yami thought him rather cute, in a weird, dangerous sort of way, when he was all flushed and breathing hard like that.

"You... you..."

"Actually my name is Yami."

"You!"

"You said that already. Twice as a matter of fact."

"Hah! I told you he could hold his own!" A familiar voice crowed. Yami looked up and grinned at the sight of Bakura and Mariku, demented smiles and all, weaving their way through the crowd. The chimera draped an arm over Yami's shoulders and gave him an appraising look.

"Causing trouble already huh? Mariku and I are so proud!"

Yami rolled his eyes, "Whatever. I got lost if you must know."

"Ah." The chimera nodded, "Yeah, that's believable. They don't like to keep maps in the office. Have a habit of bursting into flame after a while you know."

Yami groaned, "Figures."

"Where were you headed?"

Yami glanced at his schedule, "Mr. Chiron for math." All three demons winced and Bakura and Mariku both gave Yami apologetic looks, "I'm sorry..."

"What?" The orphan asked, "Is he bad?"

"No it's not the teacher!" Bakura assured him hurriedly, "He's actually a nice guy. But... well, you would do better to see for yourself..."

Yami blinked at him and shrugged, "Okay..."

Bakura just chuckled and turned his attention to the still fuming demon, "What's going on here anyway? It takes skill to piss you off this badly Yugi."

Yugi scowled at the chimera and crossing his arms in a huff pointedly turned back to the mosaic. Now very curious both chimera and vampire turned to Yami who just shrugged again.

"When I got lost I spotted this window and came over to have a look. He shows up and starts babbling something about a creator, which I don't understand the meaning of, and when I tell him that he gets his panties in a twist over it."

Bakura and Mariku blinked at the smirking human and collapsed into roars of uncontrolled laughter.

"Oh! I knew I liked him!" Bakura choked out and gave Yugi an evil grin, "I think you've met your match Yugi!"

Yugi just rolled his eyes and turned pointedly away again mumbling something Yami couldn't catch under his breath as he did. This set the two other demons off again. After a long minute Bakura was able to get himself back under enough control to speak coherently again, and promptly draped his arm back around Yami's shoulders.

"Are you familiar with the concept of a Sire in vampire and werewolf lore?" He asked before Yami could protest. Caught off guard the human blinked and nodded cautiously.

Bakura nodded and moved to perch on the small windowsill, "Well, a creator is the same general concept. This woman, " He jerked his thumb at the window, "Is Yugi's. Technically."

A look of enlightenment dawned across Yami's face before he frowned in confusion again, "Technically?"

Bakura nodded again, "Yeah. Her name was Queen Fantasia. She was one of the greatest rulers our people have ever known. Unfortunately, she was killed several centuries ago by a human. Or so they say." He nodded at Yugi, who was watching Yami's reactions with an unreadable expression, "It was her blood that turned Yugi into the incubus we all know and love today. That makes her his creator. But she died long before it happened, so it wasn't a normal turning."

Yami nodded in understanding. That made sense. Sorta. Abruptly another thought struck him, "Incubus? Didn't you say they..."

"...Exist off sex?" Yugi cut him off angrily, "Why yes it does! What a clever boy! Someone give him a cookie!" He glared murderously at Yami, "Call me the school whore! I dare you!" He challenged.

Mariku and Bakura exchanged worried glances at the outburst. Yugi had always been touchy about his status as a sex demon, but in all the years they'd been part of the little vampire's clan they'd never seen him like this. Had something happened over the summer they weren't aware of?

"I wasn't going to say that!" Yami protested hotly unaware of the undercurrents around him, "For crying out loud!" He shouted, finally at the end of his rope, "Would it fucking kill you to stop jumping to conclusions all the damn time? And maybe get off my fucking case in the process!"

Yugi glared at him suspiciously before crossing his arms in annoyance, "Then what were you going to say?" He demanded.

Oh yes, something had definitely happened.

Yami rolled his eyes in exasperation, "I was asking you if you were a type of vampire your defensiveness. Geez..."

Yugi blushed in embarrassment, "Oh. Yes, I am..."

Bakura and Mariku's eyes met and a silent decision was reached. Nodding fractionally Mariku grabbed Yami's arm, effectively distracting the human from doing or saying anything else, and jerked his other thumb down one of the corridors.

"Come on." He declared with a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes and mask the worry, "The warning bell is about to ring. My class isn't far from yours, so I'll show you how to get there."

Yami blinked as the vampire dragged him off, "What happened to you talking in the third person?"

Mariku giggled, "Oh, Mariku only does that when Mariku wants to play! It scares the prey!"

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Bakura snickered as Yami's sarcastic retort drifted around the corridor. He definitely liked this human. As soon as they were gone he turned sharp eyes on Yugi and without a word dragged him, protesting and angry, into an empty classroom where he promptly locked the door and muttered a spell to mute the sound so no one could hear them.

"Alright Yugi, I want to know what in the hell is going on." He growled before Yugi could say anything, "And don't bother lying. We both know I'm more than old enough to detect it."

The vampire started in surprise before glaring at the chimera, "I don't know what you're talking about." He huffed arms crossing and wings curling around himself protectively.

Bakura sighed, "Yugi... you're lying. You know it and I know it. You lost it out there. That's not like you. Now, what happened? I know Yami was needling you a little, but that alone wouldn't've been enough to piss you off that badly."

"He did it on purpose!" Yugi snapped suddenly outrage clear in his voice.

Bakura stared at him in confusion, "Did what?"

"And you helped him!" The incubus continued, ignoring the other's question, his outrage so immense he'd actually begun pacing.

Bakura reached over and grabbed his friend and packmate by the shoulders inadvertently giving him a little shake in the process, "Yugi! What the hell are you talking about? What did Yami do? And how did I help him? I don't understand."

"I've met your dear Yami before." The incubus ground out fury clear in his voice, "Yesterday in fact."

Bakura gaped at him, "What?"

Yugi favored him with another glare, which considering how angry the vampire was at the moment, was rather formidable, "You heard me." He snapped shrugging Bakura's hands off him and taking a step back, "I watched him take out two mud trolls with his bare hands as night was falling. Took them out Bakura! As in badly enough they retreated into their human forms to get away! And then he waltzes in here and has the gall to act like he doesn't know anything about our world, and insult my creator on top of that?"

Yugi's wings shook under the force of his rage, "And you helped him!"

Bakura stared at him in complete shock. Two mud trolls? Granted mud trolls weren't the strongest of demons or anything, he could've taken them out without much effort, but no human should've been able to stand up to them let alone do what Yugi claimed. His eyes narrowed. Something wasn't adding up here.

"This doesn't make sense." He murmured in a voice that held no accusation and much reflection.

"What doesn't?" Yugi snapped, "It seems clear enough to me!"

Bakura glared at him.

"First of all, cub, you should know that I would never insult Fantasia in front of you." He held up his hand as Yugi opened his mouth, "Shut up and listen. I wouldn't. Even if I didn't like Fantasia for some reason, which we both know isn't true, we are clan. And you should know by now that clan do not do that to each other." He leveled a fierce look at the vampire, "And even if we weren't I wouldn't be so stupid as to insult her only child. Any idiot knows that even though the bond between you never formed properly in the first place you are still protective of her, and your strength, when fully fed, is more than enough to put any fool who steps out of line into place."

His eyes narrowed, "Furthermore, despite the unusual situation with the mud trolls, there is little doubt in my mind that Yami is not only fully human he is as ignorant of our culture as he claims." He shook his head, "No one who had even an inkling that we truly existed would have reacted the way he did on the bus."

"How did he react?" A thoroughly taken aback Yugi whispered.

Bakura sighed and looked out the window, "He was terrified. If Mariku and I hadn't been there he would've gone into shock, and you know what that would've meant if anyone else had discovered him."

Yugi shuddered. He did know.

"He wasn't prepared for us." Bakura continued, "At all. He had no idea what was happening to him or why, and quite frankly thought he was going mad." A smirk flitted across his face, "He probably still does; which would explain why he wasn't cowering in a corner when you got pissy."

He glanced at the now blushing and very ashamed looking vampire.

"Speaking of which... why exactly did you get so angry over his ignorance? I know what he said was insulting, but it wasn't horribly so as insults go. And you're usually much more level headed than that... " The chimera cocked his head considering at the uncomfortable looking vampire, "Unless it had something to do with those trolls?"

Yugi winced.

Bakura smirked.

"He saved me." The incubus admitted finally disgust and defeat coloring his tone, "I don't think he realizes the boy he saved and I are the same, but those mud trolls were after me." He trailed off scowling at a spot somewhere to Bakura's left.

Enlightenment dawned in Bakura's mind, and he wordlessly pulled his friend and clansmen into a tight hug. He didn't ask why the mud trolls had gone after Yugi. It was obvious. Mud trolls were ruled primarily by their baser instincts, and there was only one thing they would've wanted from an incubus. Nor did he tell Yugi he would be avenged for it. For one, it would've further insulted his already wounded pride. (It was bad enough he'd been rescued by a human.) And for two, Yugi already knew it.

Besides, there was something more important to worry about...

"When was the last time you fed?" The chimera murmured into Yugi's ear.

Yugi shivered at the feeling of warm breath in his ear, "Since the last time with you and Mariku..." He mumbled.

Bakura pulled away in surprise, "What? Yugi that was over four months ago!"

Yugi cringed a little, "Yeah but..."

"But nothing! I know I was gone, but why weren't you feeding off Mariku?"

"Because Mariku was in New York with Isis and Shadi over the summer!" Yugi shot back, "That's why! And don't start on Seto and Joey. They are fully bonded mates, and there is no room for me in that equation."

Bakura snapped his mouth shut. It was true. A fully bonded demon had no sexual attraction for anyone other than their mate or mates. Even if they'd been willing to include Yugi in their activities, he shivered in revulsion at the very thought of what those two did together, it would've been poor fare for the vampire. And he already knew Yugi wouldn't simply go hunting as so many of his brethren did. Fortunately, the problem was fixable. After all, he might not be the vampire's mate, but Yugi, like most sex demons, was hot enough to stir even a zombie's interest. Bakura had never had a problem giving his little clansmen what he needed to survive, and now would be no different.

His lips pulled back into a seductive smirk and he leaned back in to nuzzle Yugi's neck, "Well, I'm here now..." He purred running his tongue up Yugi's neck to lightly nibble on his ear.

Yugi sucked in a breath and shuddered. Damn it felt so good! The chimera chuckled and pulled him closer his hands running lightly over his back and sides as he lightly ground their hips together proving to Yugi that his interest was not faked. The incubus groaned at the sensation his body immediately reacting to the light stimulus.

"Bakura..." He gasped his breathing already ragged. Whether it was a protest or a plea he had no idea.

"What?" The chimera purred one hand snaking down to grab Yugi's already aching erection, "What is it you want?" He squeezed, "Do you want me to do something with this?"

Yugi whimpered and tried to suppress his instincts. He hated feeding off his clansmen. He always felt like he was using them when he did. But it had been so long... and Bakura was so good! He gave a surprised cry when Bakura deftly unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them and his boxers down to his knees.

In a single fluid motion Bakura dropped to his knees and swallowed Yugi to the hilt sucking hard. Yugi nearly screamed in pleasure as he was engulfed in that hot wet cavern. His hands immediately twining into Bakura's hair as the other sucked and licked expertly the light scrape of his fangs only heightening the sensation. Yes! This was what he needed! This right here! This was what he'd been wanting and craving for so long.

The sensation of flesh against flesh. Of heat, and wet, and tightness. He'd wanted it. Craved it desperately. But had denied himself. Why that was he couldn't remember at the moment, and he really didn't care. All that mattered was what Bakura was doing with his tongue, and the ever increasing pleasure it brought. He nearly howled when Bakura swallowed him whole again and began humming around his engorged flesh.

Bakura smirked as he was roughly pulled away and found himself face to face with a frenzied Yugi. It really had been too long for his poor friend if he'd already given in to his need. And give in he had. The vampire's eyes were clouded and glowing a bright purple that reflected nothing, but wild, desperate need. With a growl Yugi pulled him into a deep sensual kiss his tongue teasing Bakura's into a duel that melted the chimera's brain.

He was only vaguely aware of their wild tugging at clothes, or being shoved gently to the floor where Yugi straddled him. All he cared about was the intoxicating scent of his lover, and the delicious sensation of Yugi's hands and tongue teasing and tracing every inch of him until he was as wild for release as the vampire. He didn't even notice his legs being spread until Yugi was nibbling the insides of Bakura's thighs.

"Now wait a sec..." He gasped breathlessly, "Who said you get to be on top?"

"I do." Yugi growled his voice soft, and dangerous. It sent delightful shivers up and down Bakura's spine, and he couldn't help a chuckle.

"Something funny?" The incubus inquired arching an eyebrow.

The chimera just shook his head and grinned pulling the smaller male closer, "No. You're just so sexy when you're being dangerous."

Yugi smirked and leaned over to playfully nip at Bakura's nose. Bakura snickered and crossed his eyes at the demon. Yugi laughed as he pulled away and settled in between Bakura's thighs. The chimera watched in anticipation as Yugi sucked three fingers into his mouth his eyes never leaving Bakura's as he slowly coated them, and Bakura spared a moment of thanks to whatever higher powers watched over him that his lover was an incubus. They naturally produced a venom in their saliva when they were aroused that could either be a pain killing lubricant, or (when injected into the bloodstream) could force an unwilling victim to fall under their seductive spell.

Bakura was anything but unwilling.

The sensation of a single finger slipping inside him teasingly, and an equally teasing tongue lapping at the head of his weeping cock pulled him away from his thoughts with a wanton groan. Yugi purred approvingly and swiftly inserted a second and third finger stretching him impatiently.

"Gods Yugi... get on with it already."

The incubus' eyes flashed brighter for a moment, and with a growl swiftly coated himself and plunged into his lover to the hilt. A pleasured sigh escaped him. It had been too long... He closed his eyes for a moment just savoring the sensation and the wonderful sexual energy radiating from his partner. It tasted heavenly. Wanting more of that taste Yugi began thrusting slowly automatically angling his hips to find that spot within Bakura that would drive him wild.

"Fuck! Yugi!"

Bingo.

Yugi grinned ferally, his control gone, and began a bruising pace. He'd waited long enough for his release. He watched in fevered fascination as Bakura's cinnamon eyes glowed red in the dim lighting. His lover was close. Leaning forward he captured those gasping, snarling lips in a desperate kiss and wildly caressed every inch of the chimera he could reach; their bodies moving sensually as he greedily drank in every erotic drop of energy the chimera offered him.

Bakura whined and whimpered as Yugi licked and nibbled his bared neck. It was too much and not enough at the same time. He was dangling on the edge of a cliff, and was certain he would fall soon. He just needed a little more. Suddenly a rough hand closed around his erection and began stroking harshly in time with the movements inside him, and all at once it became too much. His vision went white as he roared his completion to the heavens.

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"Your class is over here." Mariku said jerking his thumb at an earthy brown door, "This is Mr. Chiron's room." He waved his tan hand at the door, gesturing to small tufts of moss that jutted from the hinges, his apologetic smile returned to his face, "See if you can get someone to lead you to your next class. I would, but mine's on the other side of the castle from yours, and I don't want to be caught by the hall monitors, a lot of them are really nasty."

"What are the hall monitors?" Yami asked curiously.

"Miniature Lupines and goblins."

Right on cue, a howl broke through the silence and several students from inside the many classrooms tittered and snickered.

"Ah, looks like they found us." Mariku smiled broadly, "I better go, those little buggers bite hard!"

Yami nodded dumbly, not willing to find out what the little buggers bit so hard. He watched Mariku's retreating back, amused at the way the vampire ran with light feet. He was sure the wolf things had a zero chance of catching him...

He yanked the door open, and stepped in, just missing a black and white blur pass his classroom. He stared, shocked. That wolf was not miniature in the slightest bit. If that was considered tiny, Yami would hate to go toe-to-toe with a full blown werewolf. He breathed a sigh of relief, his back pressed flat against the earthy door. When he finally pulled his senses together, he realized that he had accidentally stepped into a forest.

Or what appeared to be a forest, Yami could still see the high black ceiling peeking out from under a wild girth of vegetation.

"Mr. Sobek, please sit down and join us..." A serene voice commented from somewhere along the green wall. Upon closer examination, Yami saw the teacher standing in a row amongst what appeared to be elves, pans and fairies. Mr. Chiron was tan and shirtless, with a lean torso and strong arms. His back curved into a horses' body, black glistening hooves disappeared in the spongy forest floor as he paced and lectured. Two small horns protruded from his curly mass of brown hair, and his gentle gray eyes followed Yami as he took his place on a moss covered tree-log.

"We were just beginning to cover our basic algebra." He said in such a soft whisper, Yami had to lean in to catch what he was saying, "Direct your attention to the board please..."

Yami squinted, unable to make out the board, it having been covered in so many ferns and greenery, it was camouflaged, “Where is it?" He grunted, rocking sideways in his seat to try and make it out. The class tittered and laughed.

"You're facing the wrong way Mr. Sobek." Mr. Chiron said gently. Yami flushed in embarrassment and turned in his seat, "Sorry." He mumbled. There, big and white, was a dry erase board. It was something so normal, so human, so utterly out of place in this strange magical school Yami couldn't help but find it comforting.

"It's alright." Mr. Chiron said solemnly, "Ms. Anzu here did the same thing when she first came in." A girl blushed in embarrassment, and flapped her black wings in irritation.

"I did not make a stupid mistake like that nauseating human!" Anzu snapped, flipping her brown hair over her shoulder, "Don't put me in the same category with a brainless lump like him!" She shouted shrilly. Yami now understood why the others had cringed. She was enough to drive anyone around the bend. A pity too. Anzu, a succubus he thought from her similar racial features to Yugi, would have been beautiful were not for the permanent stick shoved up her ass and the constant scowl on her face. Must be a sex demon thing...

"Sorry." He snarled, crimson eyes flashing, "But sitting the wrong way doesn't make you stupid."

She turned towards Yami, blue eyes looking at him in haughty contempt, "But being a human does." She sneered.

Yami arched a bored eyebrow, "That is the most ignorant thing I've ever had the misfortune of hearing."

"And your face is the worst thing I've ever had the misfortune of seeing."

"Tell me... is there some sort of rule in the sex demon handbook that you all have to be pms-ing bastards?"

Mr. Chiron walked calmly towards the two bickering students and halted between them, "Children... we're in the midst of a lesson." Yami's fiery stare met the centaur's tranquil gaze defiantly. Mr. Chiron simply stared back calmly until the orphan grunted and looked away, conceding defeat.

"Yes sir." He muttered under his breath. Anzu just tossed her hair angrily and turned back in her seat, ignoring both of them. Mr. Chiron sighed and returned to his lesson, "Square roots and powers..." He continued gently. The teacher waved his hand at the board, magical words appearing on the board, "Please take notes and we'll do a few examples on the board..."

Yami tuned out the rest of the lesson since it was stuff he already knew. Instead, he turned over the information he knew in his head, occasionally turning to shoot an angry glare at Anzu. He already decided he hated her, and Yami was sure the feeling was mutual. Of all reasons not to like a person (specifically Yami), because he was a human...? Yami could think of a million and one reasons why a person shouldn't like him, but Anzu's reason by far was the worst one that had ever been brought to light.

Ryou, Malik, and Leo weren't bad at all...

He absently gathered all the information and sheets Mr. Chiron handed to him and haphazardly shoved them all into his bag. Yami didn't bother keep the sheets nice, because he didn't plan on returning to the school after this day if he could help it.

When a bell clanged loudly throughout the school signifying the end of class, Yami gleefully stood up, flipped Anzu the birdie, and marched out of the class room with a spring to his step.

His good mood deflated once again when he realized that he was still hopelessly lost.

"Now where do I go?" Yami asked no one.

Absently, he decided he'd just do what he always did when he was lost. Close his eyes, spin around in a circle, point in a direction and hope he wasn't aiming at a wall.

When he opened red eyes, Yami found that he was face to face with the concrete wall. Obviously, he was going to have a bit of trouble making it to his next class. He sighed.

It figured.

~~~~

After what seemed like an eternity Bakura blearily opened his eyes to find an exhausted, and sated, looking Yugi sprawled out on top of him.

"You bastard." The demon hissed without heat. Bakura just chuckled and wrapped his arms around the incubus.

"You love me anyway."

"Whatever." Yugi grumbled his eyes amused and not looking at all inclined to move, "At least you make a decent pillow..." He looked vaguely around for a clock, "How long until our next class?"

Bakura squinted at the blackboard, "About five minutes to the bell. Fifteen to the next period."

Yugi grunted and, after reluctantly pulling himself away from his comfortable pillow and stretching, began looking for his scattered clothes hopeful they hadn't been shredded in his haste to get himself and Bakura naked. Fortunately, they hadn't. He noticed Bakura's admiring, and hungry, gaze and rolled his eyes.

"Forget it. Seto'll have my hide if I miss all my classes."

Bakura snorted, "I doubt that once he finds out what you were doing. Classes can be made up. You actually feeding after so long is much more important."

Yugi sighed defeatedly. Bakura frowned and sitting up pulled the reluctant demon back against his chest, "Please Yugi... none of that. Mariku and I are your clan. We care about you, and we don't want to see you suffer. It's dangerous for you to go so long. You know that."

Yugi nodded miserably, "I know... I just... I feel like I'm using you or something. Just like before..."

Bakura winced. He hated how Yugi compared what he did with him and Mariku to his life before he was turned, but he, and the others, were at a loss over what to do about it. They couldn't give him the love of a mate like he so desperately wanted, but they wouldn't let him to suffer and starve either. It was a situation with only one solution... but finding the one who could give Yugi the answer he needed would take a miracle.

He nuzzled the demon's neck gently in a gesture that was more friendly and comforting than intimate, "I'm sorry." He murmured as he kissed the back of Yugi's neck, "I'm very sorry."

Yugi closed his eyes against the heart wrench the apology brought, "It's alright." He replied even though it wasn't, and wouldn't be, until he'd found and bonded to his mate. An image of Yami's surly face sprang into his mind, and his heart skipped a beat startling him. What? Why on earth would he be thinking of that grouchy human? And why was his heart speeding up at the thought of Yami's smirk and burning red eyes? Oh gods...

No... It couldn't be... Surely not...

Though he did have a delightfully deep voice...

One that would probably sound divine when crying out in ecstasy...

No! He was not attracted to some smart assed human!

He wasn't.

Really.

Yami's wicked smirk danced across his memory again sending a shiver down Yugi's spine.

Stupid human...

Meanwhile, oblivious to his companion's inner thoughts, Bakura began nibbling lightly at Yugi's neck and gently running his hands over the incubus' sides and chest. He knew full well that Yugi wouldn't be sated after one round like that. Not after a four month fast. Fortunately, he was old enough to have developed plenty of stamina, and the vampire's earlier feeding hadn't taken much out of him.

Yugi groaned a little and, after a brief struggle that proved he couldn't get away from the elder demon, cast his mind about for something, anything, to distract him.

"So, uh, why were you and Mariku scent marking that human?"

Why had he asked that of all things?

Bakura paused startled, "I should think that was obvious. He'd be dead meat without scent protection. And he had none at all when we met him. If he'd had that we would've left it alone and talked to you guys first, but there wasn't time." He shrugged, "Besides, Mariku and I like him. He's got a decent backbone for a human, and we like his attitude. He'll make a good addition to the clan if we can earn his trust."

Yugi shrugged uncomfortably, "Oh. I was just curious. I got no problems with it at all."

Wait, had he just sounded jealous?

Behind him Bakura arched a curious eyebrow, "Yugi, are you jealous that I marked him?" He asked in amusement.

Yep. He had.

"No..." He protested weakly.

"You are." Bakura countered chuckling darkly as he leaned close to Yugi's ear, "You want him don't you? He is very attractive."

Yugi squirmed a little not sure if he was angry or embarrassed.

"No, of course not." He huffed trying to sound annoyed.

"I think yes." The chimera purred, "He's strong, he's dangerous, he's courageous, and I'll bet you he's virginal..." He chuckled at Yugi's sharp intake of breath, "So you noticed it too huh? I wonder what he would be like? Do you think he would be lost and innocent, or aggressive and spicy?"

Yugi growled and shot Bakura a glare, "Shut up. Even if I was – which I'm not – you know what would happen if I seduced him."

"So you're not attracted to him at all?"

"I just said that didn't I?"

Bakura smirked, "I think your body would argue with you..."

Before Yugi could ask what Bakura meant he felt the chimera's large hand wrap around his renewed erection startling a gasp from him, and turned to give his clansmen a baleful look. Bakura just chuckled and captured Yugi's sulking lips with his own his hand stroking lazily as he lowered them both back down to the floor.

Yugi's last thought before succumbing to his desire and instincts again was that he was in serious trouble...