Love Under a Silver Moon

Love Under a Silver Moon

Chapter 7

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Settled on Malik’s sofa next to Bakura, Ryou was talking with him about a decision he’d just made. Marik and Malik had gone over to Ryou’s house to get all his stuff, as Ryou was still hesitant about going there, after the bullies’ threat.

“So which way would you rather? I mean I’m new to this so I don’t know what’s best.” Ryou said, looking up at Bakura.

They were discussing healing Ryou’s wounds, and Bakura hadn’t got round to talking about Malik and Marik’s behavior with him yet. Bakura smirked at the thought of Ryou’s pale skin under his fingertips.

“Well I would probably start with saliva, but with the ribs we might have to use blood.” Bakura replied, he could tell he was going to enjoy this.

Ryou took a deep breath and thought it over once more. Malik and Marik flashed into his head once more, and he knew what he was going to do. Leaning in closer to the vampire, he said quietly, “Do what you want.”

Bakura nodded and pulled Ryou onto the floor with him. He moved right next to Ryou and pulled his school shirt over his head. Ryou blushed slightly with the eyes of the attractive vampire on his bear skin. Bakura marveled at the pale body and moved behind him, running slim fingers up his bruised back, pushing the hair away. Ryou shivered at the sensation, and dropped his head forward, biting his lip at the feeling of a hot, wet object being applied to his soft skin. Bakura could almost smell Ryou’s desire as he bent over to trace his tongue over another bruise, watching as the skin turned back to its snow-like natural form. Ryou’s breath quickened at the feelings and the time seemed to pass slower than normal. After finishing on Ryou’s back, Bakura came in front of the human and lifted his chin with his fingers.

“Wasn’t that bad, was it?” He asked, even though he knew the answer.

Ryou shook his head and flushed slightly as he allowed himself to be pushed back onto the floor. Bakura placed one leg either side of the sprawled out human and smirked at him before leaning down to lick one of his bruises delicately. Ryou closed his eyes, trying not to think about the extremely attractive vampire that was on top of him. Bakura was enjoying himself greatly. He felt a slight tingle when he lent down to run his tongue over Ryou’s body, and, with a start, realized that he may have feelings for him.

Leaving the bruise over Ryou’s ribs till last, Bakura now made his way to it. Running his hot tongue over it, he experimentally applied pressure, smiling appreciatively at the moan that Ryou let out. After moving over the same area for quite a while, Bakura sat up, “accidentally” settling himself right on Ryou’s slight arousal, making him shudder slightly, Bakura looked down at the pink-cheeked human.

“I’m afraid two of your ribs are broken and one is fractured, it needs blood.” He announced letting his slender fingers brush against Ryou’s chest.

Ryou looked at his with complete trust. “Show me what I have to do.” He said, enjoying Bakura’s touch.

Bakura reached into his back pocket and drew out a knife. He got off Ryou and pulled him between his legs, so that they were face to face. Bakura then lifted his wrist and the blade between them and saw Ryou looking on in great fascination. He then brought the blade over the main vein in his arm and added weight on top of the knife which bit down into his pale skin. Removing the blade when blood blossomed from the wound, he looked at Ryou.

“Although vampires can heal themselves, they also have the choice to leave the cuts open.” Bakura said silkily.

Ryou looked down at Bakura’s wrist as the blood that had collected at the side of the cut began to drip down his milky arm. Bakura moved it up to Ryou’s mouth and he gently held onto the vampire’s arm. Taking a steadying breath, Ryou’s pink tongue flicked out to lap up the drip that had been running down the pale arm.

Instead of being repulsed by the taste, Ryou found it OK. In fact, the more he took in, the more the blood began to appeal to him. He had soon cleared up around the wound and was sucking gently on the vein, drawing more blood out.

Bakura was quite aroused by the sight of the pale human drinking his blood, it was like watching Marik but different, as this wasn’t a vampire and this wasn’t his crazy lover. He knew that vampiric blood would cause Ryou to enjoy the taste, and by Ryou’s small appreciative moans, he knew this was working. Placing his hand on Ryou’s prominent ribs, Bakura could feel them moving back into place. He waited until he could apply pressure without Ryou flinching before prying his wrist away from Ryou, who let go reluctantly. The blood seeped from the wound as it wasn’t exposed to Ryou’s mouth, but it was soon replaced by Bakura’s. As Bakura opened his mouth to heal his cut, Ryou noticed that his fangs had grown.

Removing the wrist from his lips, Ryou saw that there wasn’t even a scar on the pale skin. He looked down at his own body and saw untarnished milky skin, a sight he hadn’t seen in a while. Smiling at Bakura, Bakura smirked back, showing his fangs. The vampire reached forwards to run his fingers over Ryou’s lips and down the side of his mouth. Pulling his hand away, Ryou realized Bakura had just mopped up the excess blood. The demon then lifted the finger to his lips and swirled his tongue around the digit, licking the blood off in a sensual way that had Ryou’s undivided attention.

So absorbed in this, Ryou didn’t notice the two figures that had been in the room for some time.

“That was so hot!” Marik exclaimed, joining the two on the floor.

“I agree.” Malik said, tackling Marik and beaming at Ryou.

Ryou blushed deeply, noting how very close Malik was to Marik.

“Give us a spin!” Marik said

Ryou flushed again at this, and after disentangling himself from Bakura, stood up slowly. Brushing his long slivery hair over his shoulders so that it hung down his back, he nervously glanced at Bakura, who was looking at him appreciatively. Marik let his eyes wander over Ryou’s slender body that was as pale and flawless as him lovers. His eyes dipped from Ryou’s slightly toned chest down to where his school trousers hung low on his prominent hips.

“Good job, Bakura.” Marik noted, flicking his eyes up to meet Ryou’s and winking at him, causing the human to blush again, lowering his gaze in shame.

“Ryou, you shouldn’t be ashamed about looking so beautiful.” Bakura said smoothly.

Malik started slightly at this, and quickly stood up to slip and arm around Ryou.

“Come on, Ry, let’s make sure we got the right stuff for you” he said.

Ryou didn’t smile at this, but gave Bakura a curious glance as he left the room with his lover.

“Quite pretty, isn’t he?” said Bakura

“You two would look so good kissing.” Marik observed, smirking at Bakura.

“Well Malik looks a lot like you, and, as you know, I think you’re very good looking.” The white haired vampire said seductively.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking, my sexy white haired demon?” asked Marik, pouncing on the other and pinning him to the ground, giving him a rough kiss.

Bakura loved how Marik just knew him too well.

“Well, if it involves two humans, us, and some hot sex, then yes, I think I am.”

Marik’s smile widened at this, but Bakura spoke again.

“There’s just one problem. Ryou thinks that Malik is leaving him for you.”

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Ryou hadn’t reacted at all as he allowed himself to be led into Malik’s bedroom where his bag and belongings were, except for grabbing his shirt and covering himself back up. He realized that he would have to get used to walking around without pain coursing through his chest, but he was extremely grateful to Bakura for healing him.

“…and some boxers. I think that’s it?” Malik looked up questioningly at Ryou.

Ryou nodded, not meeting Malik’s eyes.

“Ryou, are you OK?” Malik asked

Ryou just nodded again, but left his arms by his sides when Malik turned to him and slid his bronzed limbs around his waist.

“What’s up?” He tried again

Lifting a hand up to Ryou’s chin, and bending down slightly to press his lips against his pale lover’s, Malik felt a pang of panic when Ryou didn’t respond.

“Ryou, please tell me what’s wrong. Why won’t you respond to me?” Malik said the hurt evident in his voice.

Ryou sighed and pulled himself out of Malik’s grip, seating himself on his bed. Finally meeting Malik’s eyes, he spoke in a level voice.

“I just think you want me to be Marik.”

Realization hit Malik sharply. He knew immediately what was wrong with the white haired boy. Because Ryou hadn’t ever been exposed to affection of any kind, Malik knew that he had bonded so well with him because he had actually showed he cared about Ryou when he had saved him from the bullies. Yugi and his other friends had always been too scared to stick up for him. Now Ryou’s affection for him was being challenged in the form of the exotic vampire, Malik could’ve kicked himself for the idiot he had been. However, seeing Ryou spread out on the floor with Bakura on top of him, Malik had also felt a funny mixture of emotions, but he’d mostly been turned on by the sight of the two pale males together. He decided to come clean to Ryou.

“Look, Ryou, I know this is probably hard to understand, but I’ve just got on so well with Marik. We just clicked. Even though we haven’t known them for long, I just feel a, well, attraction to him, and, correct me if I’m wrong, but I think you’ve also got along very well with Bakura.”

Ryou looked at Malik, who was now seated beside him on the bed, dreading what was about to happen. Malik turned to look him right in the eyes.

“But it hurts, Ryou, because I love you so much. I never want to lose you, but, I don’t know, I just feel close to Marik as well.”

Malik looked away from Ryou and shut his eyes. How could he have even considered liking both? Ryou would never stand it. You can imagine his shock when he felt a soft pair of lips against his own.

“I love you too. It’s sort of the same with Bakura as well; we just “clicked” as you put it.” Ryou said shyly.

Malik smiled at the male who was kneeling in front of him, before placing his hands on either side of his face and pulling him closer for a deep kiss that left them both breathless.

“I never want to leave you, Ryou. Please never go away?” Malik said, happiness at Ryou’s understanding overwhelming him.

“Never.” Ryou said, before giving Malik a scarily Bakura-like smirk

With this, Ryou pushed Malik back onto his bed, straddling his lover and pressing their hips together, kissing him deeply, tongues battling for dominance. Pleasantly surprised at this forwardness, Malik slipped his hands up Ryou’s back under his shirt, feeling Ryou’s smile against his mouth at the fact that there was nothing marring the skin now. Ryou ran his hands up Malik’s firm stomach and chest until he reached the top button of Malik’s shirt. Using his slim fingers to unbutton the cloth, he felt Malik quiver slightly under him, before arching his groin into Ryou’s. With a small cry, he almost forgot the material he was unbuttoning, but was quickly brought back to his senses by Malik tugging Ryou’s shirt over his head, letting his white hair spill over Malik’s now bear chest, where Ryou had made quick work of the buttons.

Caressing Ryou’s slim body, Malik was in heaven with the weight on top of him and Ryou’s soft mouth on his own, his slim fingers tracing patterns over the bronzed chest, sometimes becoming daring enough to pinch a nipple. As Malik’s hands finally reached the button of Ryou’s trousers, he slipped a finger down inside them and flicked it gently against the skin down there. Ryou gasped and drew back slightly. Malik looked into his face and only found trust; so, when Ryou nodded his head Malik swiftly undid the button there and slipped the zip down the fly.

Smiling into Malik’s neck, he kissed it gently when he felt Malik’s hand slipping into his trousers to gently feel the hard flesh that was trapped there. Causing Ryou to moan into his neck, after stroking the flesh for a while, Malik made the move to slide his hand upward to the hem of Ryou’s boxers to explore a little further. He felt Ryou’s breath hitch as his fingers traced the hem. Ryou lifted his head and kissed the other passionately as Malik slipped his hand into Ryou’s underwear. His fingers encountered a small amount of soft hair, but dipped lower to run themselves along his lover’s straining length. Ryou shivered above him as the extremely pleasurable sensations coursed through him.

“Sorry, is this a bad time?” Came a smooth voice from the doorway.

Bakura had been watching the extremely arousing scene for a while, but decided now would be the best time to break it up, before anything big happened to the two. Malik withdrew the hand that was about to grasp Ryou’s length and rested it on Ryou’s thigh instead. Ryou sat up, straddling Malik’s hips and looking round at the vampire, with a blush on his face. Bakura couldn’t help inwardly moaning at the sight of Ryou with his hair slightly messed up, his cheeks flushed, and his trousers undone and open.

“Does it look like a bad time?” Malik said in exasperation, glaring at the vampire leaning against the door frame.

“As much as I would like to join you,” Ryou flushed deeper at the thought, Malik just looked slightly amused through the annoyance of having to stop his fun with the albino.

“I am meant to be showing Ryou my sword, and I think you and Marik need to do some football practice. Unfortunately Marik and I must go soon, as you know, we didn’t drink much last night.” Bakura finished, giving the two a seductive smirk, and leaving the room.

Ryou looked down at Malik, who was watching the door where the vampire had just departed.

“I can see why you like him.” Malik smirked,

Ryou smiled and bent down to give Malik a lingering kiss, and whispering something very interesting in his ear.

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“Ra, I wish I’d seen that!” Marik said, ducking a blow from Bakura’s sword.

“Yep, he had his trousers open and everything.” Bakura gloated swinging the blade around for another attack.

Malik summoned a burst of energy at Bakura’s words and slashed his side.

“Marik! We only bought these uniforms this morning!” He exclaimed, looking down at the whole in his white shirt that was slowly blossoming bright red.

Marik laughed and deflected a few angry blows before managing to cross his sword with Bakura’s and force him to the ground. Kneeling on the grass in Malik’s garden behind his house, Bakura snarled slightly as Marik smirked at him over the cross in the blades.

“You know what, Bakura.” Marik whispered very quietly appealing to Bakura’s vampiric hearing, ignoring the slight shake of the swords as the other fought to keep the sharp edges away from his skin.

“The pretty humans are watching.”

“Then let’s give them a show.” Bakura growled, just as quietly, before throwing Marik off him.

Turning around sharply, he let his sword lick Marik’s back, cutting the shirt completely and skin just below his wings, dying the white fabric red. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Ryou and Malik, both in their own clothes watching them from just inside the back door. Bakura was glad to see Malik’s arm around Ryou’s hips.

Marik laughed slightly as his wings were freed from the ripped shirt and flexed slightly from his now bear back. Pulling the cloth off him he launched a fresh attack on his lover. The fight was over soon. When Bakura ducked a blow and unexpectedly leapt up to sink his teeth into Marik’s neck, he heard gasps from the humans and the thump of Marik’s sword hit the soft grass. Not taking much blood, as he knew the hunger inside him needed human blood, Bakura slipped his bloody hands around his lover and held him close, briefly lifting his head to look at the humans now seated on the back door steps.

Ryou gasped slightly at the vision of Bakura with blood dripping down his chin, but wasn’t repulsed by it at all. In fact, when Marik lifted his head to face him, and licked his own blood from the white haired vampire’s mouth, Ryou found himself breathing quite fast. Malik noticed this and smirked slightly, knowing the vampires were showing off.

Marik made a great show of kissing Bakura, and kneeling in front of him to pull off his bloody shirt and heal his wounds. When both vampires were healed, and had wiped the sweat off themselves with the remains of the shirts they made their way over to the two humans, both happy to see the aroused look on Ryou’s face and the fact that he was gripping onto Malik and Malik was smirking up at them.

Job done, Bakura thought.

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Sexy fighting ^.~

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