Love Under a Silver Moon

Love Under a Sliver Moon

Chapter 8

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“The basic grip is very important.”

Bakura lectured as he stood with his chest pressed against Ryou’s back and his hand outstretched gripping the training sword wrapped in the human’s hand. Ryou was honestly finding this very hard to pick up, not because he didn’t understand what the vampire was saying, but because of their bodies being in such close proximity.

“Then you can easily move the weapon.”

Bakura demonstrated, moving Ryou’s hand with the sword held tight. Ryou almost swooned at the rippling muscles he felt against his back. To Ryou’s disappointment, Bakura’s warmth left him as he bent down to pick up his own sword and face Ryou.

Mirroring Bakura exactly, Ryou followed the basic moves in time with the vampire. The various twists and explanations about the type of blow or wound that could be inflicted by each sweep of the metal fascinated Ryou. Every now and again Bakura would come over to Ryou and correct his stance or position of the blade, the fair human reveling in the cool slender fingers of the darker him. Ryou blushed slightly when the bare-chested demon moved onto lunges, his muscles flexing and skin gleaming in the golden evening light.

“Go long!” yelled a voice that broke the calm that had set in the garden.

Ryou suddenly found himself on his back in the soft grass with a set of dark violet eyes staring into his. Marik had fallen on him so unexpectedly that Ryou’s blush was actually delayed for a few seconds before he realized that the blonde vampire’s half naked body was pressed on top of his. His mouth opened but no words came out. The heavily outlined purple eyes sparkled and a smirk appeared on his lips.

“MARIK! WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING AT!?” shouted Bakura.

The white haired one huffed over to his lover and looked down at the oh-so “accidental” position he was in. Clever, Marik, he thought, but I want him first. A football abruptly bounced off Bakura’s head. He whirled around and saw Malik smiling and scratching the back of his head absently. Bakura gave him an exasperated look and almost jumped when he felt strong arms around him.

Marik had got off Ryou and helped the scarlet smaller one up, giving him a hug which involved wrapping his arms around Ryou’s waist and whispering a very seductive “sorry” in his ear: explaining his current facial expression. Marik now hugged his lover and nestled his face in his uniquely-smelling wings.

“Sorry, Kura.” He said, smirking.

“We were in a very important part of the training!” Bakura said, pulling Marik off him.

“Go and watch TV or something?” Bakura sighed. “Keep him under control, Malik.” He added, running a hand over his white stomach to rest on his hip and winking suggestively at the human.

Malik, who had been watching the demon’s hand intently as it rested on the prominent hip, nodded and smirked back, jerking his head at Marik in the direction of the house. He then came over to Ryou

“Sorry about that, Ry.” He said and lent down to give the pale boy a lingering kiss.

Ryou mumbled something about it being OK, before turning back to the two vampires who had watched their kiss in interest. Bakura gave Marik a look and the two blondes disappeared inside the house.

“Those two.” Bakura stated, flicking his sword slightly.

“Yes, and I thought Malik was bad.” Ryou said, picking up his own sword.

Bakura smiled “The two of them together is worse. It’s like a psycho blonde hurricane.”

Ryou laughed, before taking up the ready position Bakura had taught him.

“Do you want to try against me?” Bakura asked, curious for the answer.

“Real fighting? As in cutting each other?” Ryou asked, uncertainty in his voice

“Yep.” Bakura said, being honest with the human

“Fine then. But only if you heal me.” Ryou said suggestively, temporarily startling the vampire.

Seizing his first chance, Ryou swiped forwards and Bakura just managed to defend himself, very impressed with Ryou’s distraction tactics. Being very gentle with the human, who of course wouldn’t have been able to take his full vampiric strength, Bakura was very pleased with the way Ryou was picking the sword play up so easily.

If a certain blow was blocked in its early stages by Bakura, Ryou knew to try a different angle. His defense was tried out suddenly by Bakura, who hadn’t really made any attacking blows up to this point suddenly jabbed out to Ryou’s side and almost caught the skin, but was blocked at the last second. Looking into each other’s eyes, Ryou felt a funny connection with the vampire as he cast another attack.

Bakura felt it too, and tested Ryou further, upping his attack. He, of course, was the first to draw blood, licking Ryou’s stomach with his blade and bringing a gasp from the human. Ryou felt the hot flash of pain, but blocked it from his mind, like he had done so many other times.

The wound seemed to bring fourth increased vigor on Ryou’s part and so you can imagine Bakura’s surprise when Ryou’s sword actually drew across his arm and bright red blood began to seep down his limb. Ryou looked at the wound in shock that he was the one that had caused it, and made up Bakura’s mind to end the fight soon.

With a few well placed blows that were no match for Ryou, although Bakura admired his determination, Ryou’s sword was suddenly knocked out of his hand and he was shoved to his knees. As he dropped onto the lawn, Ryou felt a pair of arms wrap around him, and in a flash knew what was to come. Squeezing his eyes shut and leaning his head to the side slightly to give Bakura better access, trembling slightly Ryou braced himself.

The bite never came. Bakura smirked at Ryou’s actions of acceptance, but took note of the trembling, and moved a hand up to brush away the smaller one’s shining hair to reveal his milky neck. Ryou felt hot breath tickling his skin, but was completely shocked when all he felt was a pair of extremely soft lips press against it. Breath hitching slightly, Ryou opened his eyes and saw over the shoulder of the one that was holding him, marveling at the contrast of white hair that fell down the equally white back, and then the black feathers that melted into skin.

Bakura breathed in Ryou’s scent a last time, feeling the hunger in his core and controlling it, before pulling away.

“I’m not going to bite you again unless I have your permission.” He said sincerely.

Ryou nodded, smiling at the vampire. He knew Bakura was thinking back to last night, and he knew that Ryou wasn’t completely happy as the whole thing had been by force.

“Thank you.” He said.

Bakura pushed him onto his back and placed himself between Ryou’s legs. Ryou blushed at the vampire, whose fangs were visible over his lips, but smiled as he knew what was to come.

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“Why are they taking so long?” Malik whined, cuddling deeper into black feathers.

The two were on the sofa in Malik’s living room, and quite tired out from their football practice in the front garden that had “accidentally” moved into the back.

“I don’t know. Bakura’s probably teaching his the entire history of sword fighting.”

Marik yawned, showing off his fangs that weren’t grown but could still be seen.

“Or they could just be shagging like bunnies.” He added.

Malik replied with an elbow in the ribs.

“Ryou’s not like that, he’s never had feelings for anyone before, I doubt he knows what to do with them.”

“Except with you.” Marik said, looking down at the human curled up at his side.

Marik had his arm and, to Malik’s request, wing around the other, and was enjoying the feeling of Malik running his fingers through the feathers, gently stroking the soft down.

“Yhea. Ryou’s not used to having any affection shown to him. His parents died when he was small and he lived with his aunt and uncle who don’t love him until he was 15 and then they got him his apartment. I’ve liked him for ages, but wasn’t sure if he liked me. Although he’s my best friend, he’s still very good at hiding emotions from me. That’s why I didn’t know about the, you know…” Malik trailed off looking up at his darker self.

Marik was surprised Malik had opened up to him so easily. He saw this as a chance to get to know more about the sweet pale human.

“I don’t know how someone could do something like that to him.” Marik commented, but smirked at a look from Malik.

“Come on, last night it was so dark! Even Bakura and I couldn’t see what we were eating, we were relying on sound.” He insisted

“Speaking of Bakura,” Malik said, flicking a feather around his finger, “I think he might be trying something with Ryou.” He said with a smirk on his face.

“Bakura’s a flirt, don’t worry about him.” Marik said quickly. Of course he didn’t mind Bakura’s antics, but maybe Malik did.

“Oh well, I thought it was something serious. They look quite hot together, and I’d still love him anyway.”

Marik had to stop himself running around the room in excitement. Malik had just agreed to their plan, sort of, whether it was intentional, Marik didn’t know or care. He slid his hand lower around Malik’s hips and slipped one of his fingers down the side of his tracksuit to rest against the skin.

“Yep, I agree, Ryou is quite attractive though; I’m surprised no one’s had any interest in him before.” Marik commented watching out for Malik’s reaction. He was happy when a smile graced his features.

“Yes, I think he’s beautiful, but I’m probably biased.” Malik laughed.

Marik looked into his eyes, “No. You’re really not.” He said seriously.

Malik read an interesting expression on the vampires face, and was about to question further when two white haired males entered the room.

“Hey!” a very happy Ryou said, plonking himself down on the sofa beside them, Bakura sitting on the arm.

“How did it go, Ryou?” Marik asked as Malik pushed his wing off him slightly.

“Well, Bakura won, of course, but it I had a really great time!”

Malik hadn’t seen Ryou this happy in ages, and was immediately thankful to the vampire for bringing about this pleasant change.

“He’s a very quick learner.” Bakura commented, looking at Ryou with a hint of pride.

“We’ll have to come over again soon, so he can beat you then.” Marik said

“Why not tomorrow?” Malik asked looking at Marik then Bakura. Ryou nodded in agreement.

“Yes, that sounds fine. I’m sorry but we have to go now, I’m not sure about you but I’m hungry.” Bakura said, looking at Marik.

Marik nodded and stood up, stretching his wings. A black feather fluttered to the floor. He picked it up and handed it to Malik. Malik smiled and stood up as well to hug him, clutching the soft thing in his hand. Ryou also rose and moved to the front door, Bakura right behind him. He opened it and turned to the vampire.

“Thank you, so much. I’ve had such a good time.” Ryou said

Bakura smiled at him and hitched the bag containing the swords higher on his shoulder. He reached out and pulled Ryou into his arms, and Ryou, to both their surprise, wrapped his arms around the other’s neck. When they let go, Bakura smiled at Ryou, winked at Malik, then, when his lover was at his side, stretched his wings and kicked off into the dusk.

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Ryou slipped into Malik’s bed beside him and felt the welcoming embrace of his lover.

“Marik’s nice, isn’t he?” Ryou said, snuggling up against Malik.

“Yhea, he is. He likes you as well.” Malik smirked, almost seeing Ryou’s blush in the darkness.

“Just as much as he likes you then. Bakura definitely likes you too.”

“It’s odd they don’t get jealous at all, do they? Unless they’ve spoken like we have.”

“Well they probably have if they’re being so, well, forward with both of us.” Ryou said.

Malik smiled, he liked the way this situation was going.

“Ryou?”

“Yes?”

Malik answered by pressing his lips to Ryou’s. Ryou deepened the kiss and drew away when air became a necessity.

“I love you.”

He whispered before falling into a blissful sleep with his beautiful lover at his side.

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With a shout and a thud, Malik landed on top of Marik on the grass in front of Malik’s house. All four of them had just got back from school and Malik had ridden on Marik’s back until they were home, where the vampire had just collapsed to the laughter of Ryou that now echoed through the streets.

The two soon lay on the ground, panting slightly. Ryou came over and held a hand out to Malik, he seized it and tugged Ryou down on top of him, kissing him and sitting up alongside Marik.

“Shall we actually go inside now?” Malik asked, standing up with Ryou in his arms.

Bakura felt a rush of affection for the fluffy white headed human pressed against Malik’s chest, but followed a running Marik into the house with Malik yelling, “Don’t touch the cream cake!” referring to the one he’d just had delivered.

Ryou and Bakura were soon out in the back garden, leaving Marik and Malik with a football and a bottle of Fanta in the front garden.

“Are you sure it was a good idea to leave those two with so many e-numbers?” Bakura asked, pulling off his shirt. Noticing Ryou’s blush he added,

“You might want to take off yours too, incase I accidentally cut it.” He noted
Ryou nodded and turned around to pull off his school shirt, letting the warm evening breeze play across his unblemished skin. Bakura looked on appreciatively as Ryou turned around and flicked his white hair over his pale shoulders.

“Same as yesterday? I think you learn better from practical work.” Bakura smirked, throwing Ryou his blade.

Ryou caught it and a rush of excitement filled him. He had loved the past two days, the vampires just seemed to fit in so well with their personalities and he had made up his mind that he was happy if Malik was happy, and Marik certainly made him so. Ryou wasn’t stupid, he knew that Malik liked both vampires, but a relationship like this had never occurred to either of them, so when Malik mentioned it a breakfast that morning, Ryou was surprised but also very agreeable to the notion.

Flicking his sword slightly in the setting sun, Bakura flexed his wings and advanced on the human. His first attack was met with vigor and deflected, with Ryou fighting back with spirit. A slash across Ryou’s shoulder seemed to bring him down from his high a touch, and he fought with vicious cuts thereafter. Bakura was strangely happy when Ryou landed a small nick on his arm and retaliated with a strong blow that caused Ryou to raise his sword above his head but be forced to his knees.

Letting the blade slip from his fingers, Ryou looked up at the vampire before him. Kneeling down also, Bakura dropped his blade next to Ryou’s and carefully slipped his arms around the smaller one’s waist. As though in a dream, Ryou let the vampire pull him closer and lifted a hand to lie on Bakura’s shoulder. Both knew this was it. The moment they had wanted for so long.

Pressing their naked chests together, Bakura leaned towards the human and pressed his lips against the others. Ryou felt happiness course through him, he smiled into the surprisingly soft kiss and ran his tongue over the vampire’s lip, feeling him smirk at the action. Bakura felt Ryou’s hand reach behind his neck and pull him deeper, as the kiss heated up, the hot tongue in Ryou’s mouth battling with his own. Bakura playfully nipped Ryou’s bottom rosebud lip with his fangs that had grown for the sweet human. Ryou moaned at the slight pain, but in turn ran his tongue over Bakura’s sharp fangs, giving Bakura a slight taste of his blood before the vampiric saliva healed it.

Drawing away, Ryou smiled at the vampire, and was just about to lean in for another kiss when he felt strong arms join Bakura’s at his waist. He jumped slightly and turned his head to see a tanned face and dark violet eyes. The vampire behind him lifted a hand to sweep Ryou’s hair from his back and lent down to run his tongue over the cut Bakura had inflicted. Shivering at the sensation, Ryou let his eyes slide close enjoyed the feelings whilst they lasted.

The pale one then moved his body slightly around to face Marik and ran a hand up his tanned muscular chest to meet his cheek. Leaning up to the very exotic vampire, Ryou tentatively kissed him, shutting his eyes and feeling Marik shift closer to him. Bakura almost couldn’t stand the sight of the innocent human kissing his sexy lover, the forbidden view of something so pure engaging with something so dark was enough to make him almost take the beautiful human there and then.

A pair of lithe arms winding themselves around his neck distracted him from this spectacle. Finding the human version of Marik in his arms, with his kohl rimmed eyes looking at him seductively definitely merited his interest. Leaning in to kiss the vampire, Malik immediately enjoyed the taste of his lips. Bakura almost moaned at the slight roughness of Malik’s kiss, it was rather like a toned-down Marik.

All four suddenly drew away for breath, Ryou blushing at finding himself at the middle of their pressed up bodies.

“So what do you two say?” Marik asked, kissing Ryou’s neck gently.

Ryou looked over at Malik who beamed at him. In reply Ryou smiled and roughly pulled Malik to him and they engaged in a very passionate kiss. Watching their two new lovers Marik smiled at Bakura, who had the two in his arms. When they broke apart, Malik pounced on top of Marik, pushing him to the ground, Marik’s hands found Malik’s hips and they proceeded to make out roughly, Malik moaning every now and again.

Watching the two incredibly good looking blondes, Ryou turned around and ground his hips slightly into the vampires. From that moment, Bakura knew for certain that they had definitely made the right decision.

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“Ra, those humans make me want to screw something!”

Marik exclaimed, landing next to his lover in their dark bedroom. Bakura smirked and pushed Marik back onto the bed, straddling him roughly.

“We might have to wait a little while though, for them I mean.” Bakura said, perching himself over Marik’s hardness.

“You could smell it too then?” Marik sighed.

A vampire could find the scent of sex on anyone who had engaged in the activity, and could usually distinguish who had been involved in the act.

“Yes. There’s nothing like the sweet scent of an untainted virgin. I suppose Malik is as well?” Bakura asked

“Yep, but you know, I don’t mind at all the humans doing it first for themselves. Anyway, it’ll be worth the wait for all of us together.” Marik smiled.

“But, seeing as there is only me, I’m afraid I’m going to have to take you now.” Bakura said silkily, capturing his vampiric lover’s lips.

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