He Among Us Without Sin

DISCLAIMER!!!

There is a lot of religion in this fic, and many issues are raised, questioned and discussed. If you are sensitive about your religious beliefs, I would suggest that you pass on reading this story, as religion is a major theme here, and many facets of it is challenged, discussed and questioned by the characters.

There is also a lot of homosexual sex.

AND TO ALL THE READERS OF ‘I DREAM OF RYOU’ AND ‘TALES OF ARABIAN NIGHTS’!!! Genie Ryou has heard your pleas and is granting your wish! In this fic, YAMI AND AHMOSE HAVE SEX and YOU GET TO SEE IT!!!! WOOOOO!!!!


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He Among Us Without Sin

Mally-chan & hatochiisai

YAOI WARNING

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Chapter 1

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It was a cold night. Winter was coming, and so were clouds that would bring the first snow of the season. The moon peeked through the clouds every now and then, but for the most part it was almost pitch black. Especially in the forest. The only sound was the wind rattling the bare branches that had lost their leaves, and said leaves whipping across the ground among the trunks. But the silence was broken by the soft fall of hooves on the dirt path through the forest, and the soft creaking of leather and metallic clings of the tack on the horse. A lone figure rode through the forest on a black stallion with white stockings and blaze, a cloak hiding him from sight, and from the biting wind.

Though said figure was not truly alone. Silently a dark creature stalked it's prey. He could smell the 'innocence' of his victim clearly, and as all of his 'refined' breed did, he was quite hungry for a taste of such sweetness.

The creature was careful to stay downwind from the horse and rider, for the horse would surely pick up his scent and alert his master to his presence. The horse lifted his head, ears swivelling around, and he snorted.

No sounds however were heard from the demon in the trees, his wings not even disturbing the flow of the wind.

The horse tossed his head and gave a nervous neigh, prancing about.

"Shhhh...” The rider crooned, patting the horse's neck. "Easy Nakhti. We'll make camp soon."

Though the beast did not stop stalking his human prey. As the horse continued, its unease grew.

"Nakhti! Calm yourself!" The rider pleaded. He lowered the hood of his cloak and looked around, narrow amber eyes flashing. "What is it? Do you sense something?"

The demon froze, sitting in the tree a ways away from the rider, staring hungrily.

The rider's hand rested lightly on the hilt of a blade hanging at his hip, eyes darting around. The horse snorted again and tugged on the reins.

"Where is it, boy?" The rider asked softly.

The leaves rustled slightly with the wind as the silent demon sat in the branches, the tip of his smooth tail flicking slightly. The chase was always fun.

The rider removed his hand from the hilt of his blade and pulled the hood up over his head. "Come on, Nakhti... let's keep going." He clicked his tongue and dug his heels into the stallion's flanks. The horse bolted, picking up the pace to a smooth canter.

This didn't hinder the demon in the least, as he quietly glided from tree to tree following... following until the moment was right. Then without warning, he struck!

"AHG!!" the rider yelped as he was tackled out of the saddle, landing hard on the cold ground. The horse gave a shrill neigh, shying back and lashing at the demon with his front hooves, but backing away as he did. The rider's hands quickly moved to the hilts of twin blades that hung at both of his sides.

The Demon hissed slightly flaring his wings over his prey and staring into the eyes of his captive. "Call the horse off...”

The once narrow golden eyes were now wide and full of alarm. "GET OFF OF ME!!!" He shouted, fighting to hurl the demon off of him.

"Ohhh feisty... I love it when they fight." The crimson eyed demon cooed. "What's your name?"

"You... you're... You're an Incubus?!" The rider gasped, still fighting to get his blades out of their sheathes, the horse prancing and neighing in alarm several yards away.

"Yes... and I just COULDN'T resist you." The demon cooed once more. "I'm hungry...”

The rider's eyes grew wider, and fear began to creep into them. "W-What? NO! GET OFF OF ME!!" He shouted, doubling his efforts at fighting the demon off.

The demon yelped and tried to hold down the rider once more. "Oh for God's sake calm down, I'm not going to eat you!"

"G-Get off of me!!" the rider shouted again. "Damn you!!! Get the FUCK off!!!"

"Ouch! Stop screaming your voice is extremely loud!" the demon cried back. "Aww c'mon! What am I supposed to do?!"

"How about getting the hell out of here and leaving me alone?!" The rider yelped, squirming frantically.

The demon's wings drooped slightly. "I'm HUNGRY damn it!"

"I've got some bread in my saddle bag, you're welcome to it!" the rider cried, glaring at the incubus.

"I can’t eat that!" the demon cried frustrated. "C'mon! I wouldn't be this cold to you if YOU were starving!"

The rider narrowed his eyes. "Get. OFF of me...”

The demon sighed, and with drooping wings obliged. "Fine...” He mumbled dejectedly. "Spoilsport...”

The rider shoved the demon off and scrambled away, still staring at him in alarm.

The demon had strangely bright tri-colored hair, crimson eyes, and seemingly a leather fetish. He gave the rider a look almost akin to sadness. "I'll... just go then...” he sighed softly.

"You aren't even supposed to be in this realm...” The rider said, and drew his blades. "It is therefore my duty to slay you before you prey on any innocents."

"Who are you to say what realm I can or can’t be in?" the demon spat back. "I just gave up a great dinner merely at request and here you'll thank me by killing me. Some gratitude."

The rider glared. "You AREN'T supposed to be in this realm." He said. "Return to yours or die here."

"Do I look like the type to want a fight? Look, I'm starving ok?! You looked good, I couldn't resist!" the demon said crossing his arms and looking away. "I didn't even do anything, I got off just like you asked. God, humans are such ungrateful dogs."

The rider eyed the incubus before him, confused. He had never heard of an incubus acting like this before... just, letting a victim go, and then pouting... they were supposed to be ruthless, merciless hunters, feeding off of the sexual energy of their victims through forcing themselves upon them...

"Well if you're gonna kill me do it already." The demon snorted. "At least then I won’t be so damn hungry."

The rider lowered his blades. "You... won't even try to defend yourself?"

"If I couldn't hold you down, do you think I have the energy?" the demon asked somberly, groaning softly and lowering a hand to his stomach. "Just do it damn it."

"... But... you had me for a minute there... why did you let me go?"

"Because you said get off. I'm not stupid! I don’t force myself on people." the demon said coldly turning away. "Kill me if you're going to, or let me leave...”

A moment later, he heard the sound of metal scraping against metal. When he looked up, the rider had sheathed his blades. "Why don't you... umm... you know... like other of your kind?"

The demon peered over his shoulder, surprised. "... I'm a picky eater." He mumbled after a moment. "I think it's much more delicious and appetizing when both... are... enjoying things." He mumbled looking down. "And as you can see... I'm starving due to it. I just can’t bring myself to...”

The rider sighed. "I guess it's hard to find someone willing to... lay with you when most of mankind fears you...” He said.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

"... Maybe because I believe that you don't want to hurt anyone... What's your name?" The rider asked.

"Yami." the demon replied in a seeming pout.

"... My name is Ahmose." The rider replied after a moment.

"Oh... well… nice meeting you." Yami mumbled. "Sorry to bother you." He added starting to walk away.

"... Where will you go?" Ahmose asked.

"I... suppose I'll keep searching for... something to eat." Yami mumbled softly. "Until I can’t force my body to search any longer."

Ahmose frowned, and sighed. "Look, I... I'm heading towards a town... it should only be a day's ride from where we are now... it's fairly large, I know there's a brothel or two... if you like I can take you there...”

"Ewww...” Yami grunted. "I don’t like those foods...”

Ahmose blinked. "Must you call it food? And why not?"

"Because it's musty and moldy and unappetizing to say the least... plus, they overcharge for inexpierence." He grumbled looking back.

"... I would pay for it for you...” Ahmose suggested. "And if you're a hungry as you let on, well... beggar's can't be choosers...”

"The hell I can’t." Yami grumbled. "Some things even a starving man won’t eat. That sort of trash is among them."

"I have to wonder how you have survived THIS long...” Ahmose said, calming his horse.

"Force of will?" Yami offered. "Are... you sure you want me around? You ARE a virgin, and it'd be rather cruel to taunt me with that."

Ahmose's eyes widened and he flushed. "W-W-What?!"

Yami looked up at him and smiled slightly. "Why do you think I followed you? Virgins are as appetizing as they come... and so sweet." He pouted. "and they always say no."

"H-How... how would you know whether or not I'm... I'm a...” Ahmose stammered, eyes wide.

"Your aura." Yami replied. "It's how I feed myself. Sex makes the aura stronger... so I can take some to eat without hurting the human. We aren't killers like everyone seems to think... rapists maybe in most cases... but not killers. Why kill your food source?"

Ahmose frowned. "So what, I have a weak aura that screams virgin?!'

"Actually, it's very delicious looking... a very tasty looking indigo-purpleish color...”

Ahmose flushed a bit... He'd never had anyone call his aura... 'delicious looking' before... “Umm... Thanks?"

"why are you thanking me? It's YOUR aura." Yami asked puzzled.

Ahmose blinked back, just as puzzled. "Uh... I dunno...”

Yami groaned once more. "Can... I ride on the horse? I'm tired...”

Ahmose blinked, then nodded. "Yeah... come on...” He said, and led the horse over to Yami.

Yami climbed on carefully behind Ahmose and sighed, wings drooping. "Thank you...”

"It's no problem...” Ahmose said, and turned the horse in the direction of the town.

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ONE YEAR LATER

Four horses, all bay mares, pulled a black and gold coach over the hills, two days away from Rome.

Guarding the gleaming carriage were four horsemen escorts. Whatever the carriage carried was precious cargo indeed.

A pair of lilac eyes watched from the bushes, a second pair from up in a tree. As the rear guards passed, a golden wolf lunged out of the bushes and ripped one man down out of the saddle with a vicious bark. The other guard turned to go to his comrade's aid, only to get an arrow in the chest. A lithe figure dropped out of the trees and onto the roof of the coach, hurling the driver to the ground and taking his seat, snapping the reins. The bay mares neighed and charged forwards as the golden wolf dispatched the two other escorts and ran after the coach, leaping up into the driver's seat next to the figure with blonde hair and delicately pointed ears. A moment later, the wolf began to change, and then, another blonde sat beside the first, who handed him some clothes. He dressed.

"Can't wait to see what we have back in there... should be something BIG, eh Malik?" Said the one who was a wolf only moments ago.

"Damn straight! I bet it's a carriage of offerings." Malik said eagerly. "They ALWAYS dress up the finest cargo in the finest carriages!" He snapped the reigns once more. "And THIS little number is particularly fancy... I bet there's something REAL valuable inside. Ohh I wonder if it's a craftsman's order of royal jewelry or perhaps wedding gifts! God I love stealing stuff."

The other chuckled. "That was good shooting, by the way... thought I guess I've come to expect nothing less from an elf...” And he tweaked Malik's ear.

"Nimble body nimble fingers." Malik said shrugging. "And watch the ears you know I hate that."

Marik grinned. "That's why I do it, my dear friend."

Malik snapped at Marik's finger. "Watch it wolfy or I'll kick your fuzzy ass off this ride."

"May I point out that my ass is not fuzzy at this particular moment." Marik laughed, ruffling Malik's hair.

"Give it time." Malik snorted. "Anyway... When should we look at our illgotten gains? I'm itching for inventories already!"

"Calm your itchy ass." Marik snickered. "Let's get off of the main road and get somewhere safe and hidden."

Malik nodded as he drove, now a long ways from the scene of the crime, and already driving down a much less traveled road. Once they'd ridden for nearly an hour he finally ordered the horses to stop. "Ooooh my pockets are itching!" He said eagerly.

Marik laughed. "Okay, okay! Let's see what we've got!" And he leapt off of the driver's seat and headed back to the coach door.

Malik sighed boredly, staying seated to ensure the carriage wouldn't suddenly thunder off like their first theft attempt had, so long ago. "WELL?! What's in there!?" He called anxiously.

The finely decorated black and gold carriage door was delicately locked.

Marik sighed and began picking it, finally flinging the door open and looking in.

Inside were a great many beautiful things. A Silver goblet and a golden chalice, a finely carved oaken staff, several silken pouches, and on the seat, sleeping soundly, was a young man no older than seventeen.

Marik blinked. "Hey Malik! There's a fuckin' KID in here!"

Malik blinked. "What the hell? Well gut his scrawny ass then! Last thing we need is a frickin witness!"

"He's asleep!" Marik called. "And he must be pretty important!"

"Then tie him up and we'll hold him hostage then!" Malik called back once more.

"Just get your elven ass down here!" Marik shouted, annoyed.

Malik groaned and hopped down, tying up the horses. "What the hell is it that's got you so worked up?!"

"Just take a look, you ass." Marik grumbled.

Malik grumbled and peered in.

The slumbering youth yawned softly in his sleep, curling up quite contently among the blankets and silks he was nestled in. Barely any of the boy was visable, except for his flowing white hair, pale complexion and a small golden circlet which adorned a beautiful sapphire which was in the middle of the boy's forehead.

"Oh." Malik said stunned. "Well... uh...”

"So... what do we do?" Marik asked. "Any ideas?"

"I dunno... I guess we could ditch him if you don’t wanna hold him hostage...” Malik offered. "I mean... I dunno...”

Marik sighed. "I dunno WHAT to do with him."

Malik shrugged. "Then lets just ditch him." Malik said calmly. "C'mon, lets get him outta here and we'll just leave him to the fates."

"No... let's take him with us. At least until we find out who he is and if he'll be of any use." Marik said.

"Why? He's just an aristocrats brat at best!" Malik huffed. "Just look at him. Cozied up among silks and blankets... pale as the snow! Spoiled rotten to the core by the wealth of his family no doubt! What good could possibly come from a spoiled child?!"

"He's wearing a cross... and those robes... I think he's of the church... the coach is heading for Rome... maybe he's on his way to the Vatican...?” Marik suggested.

"A kid HIS age?!" Malik blurted. "Marik don’t be an idiot! He's wearing a cross, big deal lots of Christians wear them. And besides… did I not mention his AGE?!"

"Oh, shut up." Marik snorted, and poked the boy. "Hey kid! Wake up!!!"

The youth stirred slightly stretching softly and slowly sitting up. "mmm...” He cooed softly, looking around dazed. "A-are we there so soon?" He asked tilting his head to the side. "And I was just having the loveliest dream...”

But then he noticed the two people looking at him were strangers.

"Are we WHERE so soon?" Marik asked. "Who are you, where are you going, and why?"

Ryou gasped softly. "O-oh my... a-are you... bandits?"

"Sure, I guess you could say that." Marik answered with a grin. "So, please answer the questions kid."

"A-ah... w-well I was going to the Vatican... t-to have my skills assessed... I've been in training since I was... barely able to walk... and I have… talents that they want to… to see… since I’m a priest… and they have to know where to… place me, so… they’re… assessing… and…"

"Really?" Marik asked, interested. "What kind of skills and talents are they going to be assessing?"

Ryou looked worried. "I... w-well... c-curative magic... a-and blessings... a-and h-holy magic...”

"Ooooh... kid knows magic, Malik. Maybe we SHOULD keep him around...” Marik said.

Ryou blinked. "Oh no no... I must go to the Vatican!" Ryou shook his head quickly. "I must!"

"Change in travel plans, kid." Marik said with a smirk. "You could prove to be quite useful...”

"I refuse." Ryou said sternly, crossing his arms. "I cannot help bandits. It's strictly against religious code!"

"Well... we'll see how long it takes you to see things OUR way." Marik said, closing and locking the door, then turning to Malik. "Well?"

"Well what? He's YOUR kid." Malik snorted. "God I hope he doesn't start preaching at us."

Marik laughed and climbed up into the driver's sat again, Malik following. "No shit. Let's go." And he whipped the horses into a gallop, taking off into the setting sun...

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The mayor of the town jumped as a large sack was dropped onto his desk with a loud thump, and blood began to stain the papers the blood soaked sack was on. Then, a peice of parchment was set down before him. It was a reward poster offering 1500 gold for the head of the wyvern that had been plaguing his town.

"I've come to collect the bounty on this beast." The mayor slowly looked up at a young man with pale skin, long black hair, and narrow golden eyes.

The mayor nodded slowly, but smiled. "Oh thank goodness." he said eagerly nodding. He quickly wrote up a slip. "Please, take this to the treasurer and he will issue you the reward." The man added proudly. "We can’t thank you enough!"

Outside, Yami was waiting in the shadows of the forest, tail flicking lightly in the trees. He was waiting on his friend to emerge. He was still as hungry as he'd ever been...but over the year he'd known Ahmose, they'd become somewhat closer, and Ahmose had finally agreed to let the poor starving Incubus to take wispy nibbles of his aura in forms not involving sex, such as hugging, or even the rare kiss.

Ahmose emerged from the Mayor's office with a piece of paper. He didn't glance in Yami's direction, just walked down the street away from him before ducking into another building. People he passed on the street paused to look at him go by, and then whispered around to each other to see if anyone knew the stranger.

Yami chuckled softly at the chattering humans while waiting on Ahmose. For some reason the humans thought him odd. Perhaps it was his long dark hair, or maybe the pale skin. Yami grinned. But more than likely it was those charming golden eyes. He let out a yawn and stretched on his tree branch, spreading his wings wide for a moment, before folding them once more.

"He ditches us too often." Yami cooed down to Ahmose's horse. "So boring..."

Nakhti nickered, tossing his head in agreement, before lowering it to the ground and munching on some dry grass. Winter was coming again, so the horse would have to find food where he could. A few minutes later, Ahmose emerged from the building, tying a sack to his belt and pulling up his hood. The people watched him head back up the street again. He paused outside of the Tavern and Inn, looking at a board on which notices were posted. He stood there for a couple of minutes, then ripped a peice of paper off of the board. He then turned and headed out of the gates of the village and to the edge of the woods. "Ready to go?" He asked, not even looking up into the trees. He mounted his horse with practiced ease, and Nakhti ripped up a final mouthful of the dried grass.

Yami yawned once more. "Where to this time?" he asked looking down at Ahmose and hopping out of the tree, wings and tail fading away once he'd touched the ground. Humans would just as soon NOT see the extra appendages, and since Ahmose gave him just enough 'food' he could conjur the small spell.

"South." Ahmose said. "Hopefully we can avoid the cold as long as we can... that and there's a village that's having problems with goblins." He said, showing Yami the paper he had torn from the notice board. "The reward for exterminating them is a fair price. And once we get to a larger town, we can get you some warmer clothes." He offered Yami a hand to pull him up onto the horse behind him.

Yami chuckled. "You say that every year you know." he cooed climbing up behind Ahmose and cuddling right up to him contenly, once again sneaking a bit of the sorcerer's aura. "And every year I refuse."

"What do you mean 'every year'?" Ahmose asked, chuckling. "We've only known one another for a year. And you DO need warmer clothes... you were shivering last night..."

"It's worth being cold, to have an excuse to cuddle up with you." Yami cooed once more giving him a very charming look. "Let a hungry demon have his fun."

Ahmose sighed and smiled slightly, shaking his head. "Still hungry, then?" He asked. Yami's stomach growled in reply, and Ahmose laughed. "Okay okay... go for it. I don't need your stomach growling at me for the next several hours..." He said, teasing the incubus.

Yami smiled warmly and cuddled Ahmose more. "You're a good human." he said softly doing as Ahmose asked. "And gods I just looooove how you taste! More addicting than that damn chocolate currency."

Ahmose snickered, but was also blushing. "Thanks, I think..." He said, shivering as Yami nibbled on his neck. "You're a good incubus." He offered in return, laying one hand on Yami's hand which was resting against his abdomen.

"I'd better be." he snorted. "Getting anything like THIS from a human has to give me some kinda of super point or something." he trailed kisses up Ahmose's neck. "But I bet I lose points for just munching on ONE ...hmm... maybe I'm not so good..." he said thoughtfully.

Ahmose closed his eyes lightly, leaving Nakhti to pick out a trail for them through the woods. "I don't mind..." He sighed, enjoying Yami's... feeding habits.

Yami chuckled softly. "One day I'll ravage you properly..." he cooed. "But until you agree, I'll settle for making you feel mildly good." kisses along the jawline. "But don’t think I'm ever going to stop courting you and teasing your senses until you decide to try it..."

Ahmose chuckled. "Why not? It's fun to get teased sometimes..." He said, then moaned slightly when Yami went for that spot just behind his ear that he liked. "Sometimes... I worry that you're a bit TOO good at this..."

"What the hell else am I supposed to be good at? I'm an incubus" Yami laughed trailing an invisible tail lightly up Ahmose's leg ever so slowly. "Besides your moans are so wonderful..."

Ahmose gasped and shivered again, eyes fluttering closed. Nakhti snorted as if to say 'Oh God, here we go again...'

Yami cooed again stealing Ahmose's lips in a fiery kiss. "Don’t close your eyes....They're so beautiful..." he cooed to the sorcerer. Oh he was a good incubus. a very good incubus. One of these days he'd get into Ahmose's pants while riding the poor horse!

Of course, the horse might have something to say about that... but for now, he just continued on until a fork in the road. Then he stopped and snorted, waiting for his master to guide him in the direction he wanted to go.

But Ahmose hadn't even noticed that they had stopped. His eyes were closed (despite Yami's request that he keep them open), and he had reached back and tangled his fingers in Yami's hair while arching forwards into the hand on his chest.

Yami looked up for a moment at the road. "Your... horse." he cooed to the sorcerer slowly sliding the hand on Ahmose's chest under his shirt, tweaking a nipple playfully.

"Ahh!" Ahmose yelped, jumping slightly. "W-What? Oh..." He took up the reins and guided Nakhti to the left, heading south. Nakhti snorted in approval and headed off down the darkened road. The sky was gray with storm clouds, but it was too cold for rain to fall, and too warm for snow, so for now, all the moisture just sat in cloud form and waited. Yami didn't care, though... it had been a while since Ahmose allowed him to feed off of his energy to this extent.

Yami slowly backed off, letting Ahmose recover. "I love these midday snacks." he chuckled nuzzling Ahmose, once again innocently cuddling him.

Ahmose blinked to clear his eyes. "W-What? Oh... Um... yeah..." He blushed slightly and pulled his cloak up to cover his shoulder completely.

"You're sooo good." Yami cooed grinning. "and such a sexy voice."

Ahmose's blush darkened. "I... I... what?"

"When you moan." Yami repeated. "It's sexy."

Ahmose blinked and smiled slightly. "Umm... okay... isn't that normal?"

"It's sexier when you moan." he grinned. "It's a shame you don’t keep your eyes open either. I like them."

"I can't!" Ahmose yelped. "Not when you get going like that!!!"

Yami smiled. "I don’t think you're ever getting rid of me."

Ahmose smiled at that, leaning back into Yami a bit. "I have no intention of ever TRYING to get rid of you..." He said.

Yami nuzzled Ahmose slightly, invisible wings wrapping around his friend. "Yes, but now you're STUCK with me. I'll never leave you alone."

"Hmmm... Good..." Ahmose sighed, enjoying the warmth of the demon's wings around him.

Yami sighed. "Goblins...." he looked thoughtful. "I wonder if it is wrong of me to help a human slay dark forces...when I'm one of them." he thought aloud.

"You don't have to help me..." Ahmose said. "And besides... humans kill one another... Not that it's right, but..."

Yami laughed. "But evil's much different than good. When we get pissed we just punch each other in the mouth then go have a pint."

Ahmose raised an eyebrow. "Ummm... ooookay..."

Yami snickered and yawned. "Ah well...right or wrong, if it's helping you, the one who saved MY life, then I will consider it the good thing to do" He gave Ahmose a loving look. "Just don’t tell the other creatures of the night. I do have a reputation to be the demon of sin and lust..."

Ahmose laughed. "Don't you think your reputation will be blown when they 'smell my innocence', as you put it, and find out that it's still intact after you've been hanging around me for the past YEAR?!"

"Shhh! they'll hear you." Yami laughed.

Ahmose smiled, twisting around and kissing Yami's chin (that was all he could reach at that angle). "I'll keep your less than dirty little secret..." He whispered.

Yami blinked and smiled shaking his head. "Charming human." he mumbled resting his head on Ahmose's shoulder and closing his eyes.

"Hmm..." Ahmose mused, then kicked his horse into a smooth canter, heading for the next town.

"Don’t buy me wool." Yami mumbled sleepily. "I get itchy."

Ahmose blinked, then smiled. "I'll see what I can do." He said, and let the demon drift to sleep...

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Two men in black and gold uniforms walked across the magnifiscent courtyard of the Vatican, bowing as a Cardinal walked by.

"It has been confirmed, Pegasus." Said the shorter man with the light aqua hair falling all the way down his back and just past his knees. He turned his mismatching eyes onto his taller companion. "Seto recovered the Amulet. But he only made it halfway home before it consumed him..."

Pegasus sighed and shook his head. "I see...." he rubbed the bridge of his nose, troubled. "And what of the young priest to arrive yesterday for assessment? How is he?"

Dartz frowned. "He hasn't arrived. Give a few day's grace, things happen on the road."

Pegasus nodded. "Even so, I worry. There's been an uprising in bandits overtaking carriages of late." he stood. "And if the boy truly has such skill, he can’t be lost to such....unsavory characters." He walked towards the door. "Have someone send an agent to investigate the matter of Seto, and perhaps check on the boy while he is away."

Dartz nodded. "Yes... but who should we send? We are quite busy right now... I don't even know who is available right now..."

"Send Mikado." Pegasus said calmly. "He'll do fine."

Dartz blinked. "What? But he was just promoted! He hasn't been on any significant assignments!!! Recover the Ryou boy, yes, but send him after SETO?! No... he's not ready... I'll have him try and gather information. We'll send a more seasoned agent when the time is right."

"I think he'd be alright to investigate Seto as well." Pegasus said giving Dartz a look. "He talks largely of his ability, and I never said he should take Seto down. Investigate. I'm sure he can dig up some information."

"Alright. Let's go find him then." Dartz said. "He's SUPPOSED to be in the library..." He smirked and chuckled. "But I'll wager a thousand gold that he's in the training circles sparring."

Pegasus rolled his eyes. "I'm not betting against that."

Dartz laughed and led the way to the training circles. And sure enough, Mikado was sparring with another agent (who was also supposed to be in the library). Dartz sighed.

"Mikado! Otogi!!!" Both boys turned and stared, eyes wide and faces guilty.

Pegasus chuckled. "Mikado, we have a mission for you." he said calmly.

Mikado blinked, and shoved his practice saber into Otogi's free hand. "Sir?"

"There's two things we want you to research for the church." Pegasus explained. "There's a missing young priest by the name of Ryou who was traveling here for assessment. I want you to check up on him. Also there's a man named Seto who was sent out to retrieve an amulet and never returned." He smiled. "I want you to gather information and make sure the young priest is ok."

Mikado blinked. "You mean the healer? And you want me to gather information about Seto turning on us?" He asked. Pegasus blinked, surprised, and Dartz burst out laughing.

"He's smarter than he let's on, Pegasus! I do beleive that he knows a little too much about what goes on around here!!!"

Pegasus chuckled and shook his head. "Yes. Just that." he said offering Mikado a smile.

Mikado blinked, then nodded and bowed. "Yessir. When do I leave?"

"Immediately." Dartz said.

"Yessir." Mikado replied, and left the room. An hour later, Dartz and Pegasus watched the young man ride from the Vatican on a black Andalusian mare, the standard black cloak with a gold cross on the back whipping out behind him.

"I hope we didn't make a mistake sending out a novice to gather information on Seto..." Dartz said softly, glancing up at the cloudy sky.

Pegasus nodded. "I have a good feeling."

"I hope you're right..." Dartz said with a sigh. He made the sign of the cross, silently praying for Mikado's safe and victorious return.

Meanwhile, the priest that Mikado was on his way to find was huddled against the wall of a cave, one of his kidnappers a few yards away tending to a fire. What frightened the boy about him was that he had the ears, tail and feet of a wolf.

"Y-you're a horrible e-evil creature!" Ryou gasped eyes wide.

Marik turned and looked back at the boy. "Oh?" He asked, chuckling. "Where did you get THAT idea?"

"You're one of those awful werewolves!" Ryou said shaking his head. "Horrible man-eating damned!"

Marik snorted. "Oh, shut up and stop condemning someone for being something you know nothing about. What does your religion teach? 'Let he among us without sin cast the first stone'?"

"According to the good book you are damned for your sin!" Ryou argued.

"And what is my sin?" Marik asked, turning to face Ryou completely.

Ryou looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well I remember that there are three great sins that cause lycanthropy. A pact with the devil, manifestation of a demon due to the evil in your own mind, or your own savagery towards common man which brings out the worst in your spirit, which makes you that way." Ryou nodded after a moment. "And, so you are evil and should feel badly."

Marik snorted and rolled his eyes. "I don't remember the Bible saying ANYTHING about werewolves. Mankind didn't learn of my kind until after the Bible had been written. You're only repeating what other ignorant men have told you."

"The catechism does. In layman's terms your sin is wrath." Ryou repeated.

Marik rolled his eyes. "And the catechism was written by ignorant men who didn't know what they were talking about. I'll have you know that werewolves are made by being bitten by a werewolf, or we are BORN werewolves. I was BORN a werewolf."

Ryou snorted. "Then how was there ever a FIRST werewolf to bite or birth another?" he countered.

Marik smirked and sauntered over to Ryou, kneeling before him and looking him in the eyes. "And was it not the first MAN and WOMAN who committed the original sin? the man and woman from which all men are descended?"

"Well technically it was the woman." Ryou said giggling.

"Either way, you are descended from her, are you not?" Marik asked.

"So are you." Ryou said calmly.

Marik smirked. "So we are equals..."

"Nope." Ryou said giggling again. "Because you became a werewolf because SOME human didn't get enough punishment for the original sins. You've sinned double."

Marik rolled his eyes. "Oh, and you're perfect?"

"Oh heavens no." Ryou said shaking his head. "No one is perfect except the holy ones." Ryou grinned. "But I behave as well as I can."

Marik snorted. "And I behave as well as I can in my circumstances."

"You're a THIEF!" Ryou said dumbfounded. "You're already sinning!"

Marik frowned. "I do what I can to survive. And if the word sin comes out of your mouth, I will commit another sin and CUT OUT YOUR TONGUE!!!"

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Ryou said blinking. "Then I'll be pretty useless and you'll be wasting your time entirely. Foul thing."

"So we'll just toss you out into the woods and leave you. We have the gold and silver from the your carriage, that's all we need... God! Where is Malik with dinner?!"

Ryou gaped shocked. "Don’t say that!"

"Oh, shut UP!!!" Marik whined, laying his ears back.

"You shut up!" Ryou whined back.

Marik bared sharp teeth at Ryou and snarled loudly.

Ryou squeaked. "Lex Divina!" he yelped, and glowed for a moment, before Marik's mouth was forcibly shut by a force other than his own will.

Marik's eyes widened, then narrowed in fury. He got to his feet, growling and baring his claws, and stalked towards Ryou, beginning to sprout fur.

Ryou squeaked again. "Ah! Leave me alone! Come any closer and you'll regret it!"

Marik looked ready to rip Ryou to peices. He moved closer to Ryou, sharp claws raised. It was at this moment that Malik returned, a deer slung over his shoulder.

And at that same moment, the poor terrified priest used the only 'offensive'-esque spell he knew. An exorcism spell used to repel attackers with ill intent and evil in their hearts and minds at the moment of casting. In Marik's case it was paticularly strong, as he WAS a werewolf. With a thundering crash, the wolf was sent flying into his companion covered in burns while the terrified priest sat huddled in the middle of a rather large patch of glowing ground.

Marik whined slightly as he lay on top of Malik, eyes clenched shut in pain.

Malik groaned. "WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?!" he roared squirming beneath a wounded werewolf and a dead deer. "GET OFF!"

"Hrrrrrrrrr..." Marik whimpered, still unable to open his mouth.

"Uh... Marik? Get off....what happened?" Malik asked again, and gladly got out from under Marik once he moved. "So...what happened?"

Marik snarled and pointed at Ryou.

Malik blinked then looked at Marik. "Oh my God...are you trying to tell me that pansy little bitch gave you an asswhoopin?" he snickered, then fell into all out laughter.

Marik growled and slashed Malik's chest through his shirt with his claws.

Malik yelped toppling back, though still laughing. "You got your ass kicked by a WHIMPY LITTLE BRAT!" he was rolling with laughter at this point

Marik snarled loudly, lunging for Malik, his intention obviously to get his claws bloody.

Malik yelped and scrambled to get up. "Ah ha ha ha C'mon Marik you know I'm kiddin!" he laughed wiping his eyes and backing up. "What happened?"

Marik growled again, still unable to open his mouth.

Malik blinked after a moment. "...why aren't you talking?"

Marik pointed at Ryou again, ears back in his continued fury.

Malik coughed back another laugh. "So he kicked your ass AND shut you up?"

Marik growled again, glaring at Ryou in hate.

Malik sighed and shook his head walking into the cave. "HEY! give him back his ability to talk!" he shouted, causing Ryou to jump and nod whimpering.

Ryou muttered a word softly, and Marik's mouth was released immediatly.

"YOU LITTLE BITCH!!!" He roared immediately, glaring at Ryou. "Pull that again and I'll fuckin' KILL you!!!"

"Oh yeah sure Marik, like you killed him a second ago when you went flying out of the cave?" Malik snorted. "Please."

Marik growled at Malik warningly. "Shut your fuckin' mouth, elf..."

Malik snickered more. "heh heh..." he went to retrieve their deer. "I'll leave you to the kid. I'm sure he'll just kick your ass out again."

Marik growled at Malik and glared at him. "Fuck you..." He hissed, then turned his glare back on Ryou, laying down by the fire he had been tending to.

Ryou was still sitting in the center of the still brightly glowing ground. "I told you not to." he said softly.

"Give me ONE good reason why I shouldn't kill you, brat. And don't you fuckin DARE give me any of your Altar Boy shit!!!" The werewolf snapped.

Ryou blinked. "If you killed me...who would give the sermons to my church?"

"... What?" Marik asked.

"Who will give sermons?" Ryou asked blinking. "I...I don’t have an apprentice...or a-anything...I wasn't expecting to die young..."

"... who is giving sermons while you're out traveling the country side?" Marik asked.

"A...A member of the Vatican...s-so I could be assessed." Ryou said softly. "I'm not traveling the country side...Just to the Vatican and back...They...they said that I could break my promise to the church for that, b-because it didn't really count." Ryou pouted. "But now it's broken for sure! Ohh....how will I ever make this up...I've never been out of that church! I knew I should have politely requested they come to me!"

Marik snorted. "Well, they'll send someone to replace you." Marik said, calmly. "Not a good reason not to kill you, kid."

"Because killing a priest is bad!" Ryou whined. "and it's not my fault you're a naughty evil being!"

"You're gonna be a pussy little DEAD being if you don't fuckin shut up!" Marik roared.

"Lex Divina!" Ryou shouted once more. "Foul mouthed evil little demon."

Marik growled loudly, leaping to his feet, now full wolf.

Ryou stared eyes wide. "Come near me and you'll just be flung outside again!" he warned. "Lex Aeterna!"

Marik glowed brightly, and seemed to be pulled towards the 'holy spell' of 'throw your ass outside in a lot of pain'.

XD I'm so gonna have to leave an AN thanking my video games for these Magic words

"ARROOOOO!!!" Marik howled, claws scrabbling over the cave floor as he was dragged towards the spell circle. He turned wide eyes on Malik at the entrance of the cave, dressing the deer.

Ryou glared warningly at Marik. "If I let you go will you leave me alone and stop threatening to kill me?" he asked softly.

Marik growled loudly, glaring at Ryou in fury.

Ryou blinked then grinned. "Ok...you asked for it...." he cooed sweetly. "Magnus Exorcismus!" the glowing circle flared up once more and Marik was sent flying out of the cave once more, missing Malik and flying into a tree, once again muted and twice as sore as he'd been the first time.

The wolf whimpered in pain, moving his head slightly, but other than that was still.

Malik blinked at Marik and shook his head. "You ok? You need to leave that kid alone... he obviously knows how to kick your ass."

"Rrrrrr..." Marik moaned, slowly forcing himself up to his paws and limping over to Malik, whimpering.

Malik smiled and hugged Marik. "You know...the kid can heal too...I'm sure if you asked he would. church junkies are all about forgiveness."

Marik frowned and growled, laying his ears back in distaste at THAT idea.

"Well it's either hurt all night or ask the kid to heal you." Malik reasoned. "Which is hurting more, your body or your pride?"

Marik turned and grabbed the deer's liver and limped into the cave with it, settling down to eat the thing, ignoring Ryou.

Ryou however had his eyes closed, and was leaning against the wall, looking quite tired.

Marik ate the liver in silence, then curled up beside the fire to keep warm.

Ryou whimpered softly, shivering and looking at the fire longingly, but was too frightened of Marik to move from the safety of his circle. So he sat in the cold huddling his white robes and hoping to warm himself.

Marik watched as Malik finally came into the cave with strips of meat to cook, leaving the rest of the carcass to chill in the cold outside. Marik's tail thumped the stone floor of the cave.

Ryou sighed and hugged himself once more, wishing he could go home.

As Ryou huddled down in the cave with his captors, a certain sorcerer and incubus had arrived at a town.

Ahmose sighed and smiled. "This time, we'll get a room at the inn to warm ourselves in. Sound good?" He asked the incubus.

Yami nodded shivering slightly. "God I hate winter."

Ahmose smiled, riding up to the Sleeping Guardsmen Inn. The stable boy took Nakhti's reins and led the horse away after Ahmose removed what he and Yami would need, and giving the boy instructions for Nakhti's care, as well as a piece of silver. Then, checking to see that Yami's wings and tail were hidden, he led the way into the tavern.

Yami followed sighing in relief when they went inside, feeling the warmth of the large fireplace. "Ohhh..." he said looking at it longingly, but not daring step too close due to the fact his wings and tail would cast shadows.

"I'll get us a room with a heating stove in it..." Ahmose said with a smile, and moved to talk to the inn keeper.

Yami sighed and waited patiently, looking dully at the fire and trying to ignore the auras in the room. He was still hungry, refusing to eat his fill from Ahmose as that would put the poor sorcerer to sleep, and the last thing he wanted was to send the nice human to slumber while trying to guide a horse.

A few moments later, Ahmose walked over. "Got us a room... do you want to go ahead and go to our room, or sit out here in the tavern for a while?"

"I'll go to the room." Yami said calmly. "If I stick around here too long I'll be tempted."

Ahmose blinked. "Still hungry?" He asked, cocking his head.

Yami nodded. "As always." he said chuckling. "Where's the room?"

Ahmose smiled. "Let ME get something hot to eat and we'll go." He said, walking off. He returned a moment later with half a loaf of warm bread and a bowl of hot stew. "Okay." He said, and led Yami to their room, a room in the back with a large bed and a wood burning stove next to it, in addition to a fireplace, with a fire already burning away.

Yami smiled once the door was closed and sat before the fire opening his wings and sighing. "ahhh...." he stretched. "Nice and warm..."

Ahmose smiled, locking the door and sitting on the rug in front of the fire place next to Yami, tearing off a peice of bread from the loaf and dipping it into the thick stew before shoving it into his mouth.

Yami folded his wings and looked around the room. "Nice room..." he said smiling. "But...there's only one bed." he gave Ahmose a sly look.

"So? We sleep next to each other when we're camping." Ahmose pointed out innocently, eating his dinner.

"Yes and every night you have a wet dream." Yami snickered.

Ahmose choked, then glared. "I do NOT!"

"Oh yes you do." Yami countered. "Because half the time I'm the one giving them to you." he said proudly.

Ahmose's eyes widened and he glared at Yami. "Shut up, you..."

Yami snickered softly. "Oh come on, they wouldn't be 'wet dream's if you didn't enjoy them." he cooed. "I know just how you like it...And I know that even you have a naughty curious side that craves attention."

Ahmose snorted into his soup, but he was blushing.

Yami sighed and flicked his tail lazily. "It's not a sin to lust...well ok maybe it is. But only if you're married…" Yami said laughing. "I see no rings on your fingers."

Ahmose smirked. "I'm not married and you know it. How long have we known each other again?"

"Long enough that I should have been in your pants ten times over." Yami said snickering.

Ahmose choked on a chunk of beef.

Yami grinned once Ahmose had calmed down and began to breathe once more. He moved closer to Ahmose and gazed into his eyes. "Why can’t I have you?"

Ahmose stared right back at Yami, eyes wide.

Yami flicked his tail once more. "Well? Is there a reason why you keep turning me down? Am I not enticing enough?" he purred inching all the closer, flicking tail wraping around Ahmose's waist and teasing him.

The nearly empty bowl fell from Ahmose's hand. "N-No! It's not that! You ARE... umm... well..." His cheeks turned pink.

Yami was dangerously close to Ahmose's lips and smirked seductively. "I'm what? Everything you could ever want and more?" he breathed, stealing those lips in a heated kiss, pushing Ahmose back and pinning him carefully, not showing any force, giving the sorcerer the same chance he was always freely given. The chance to say no.

But it never came. Ahmose tensed or a few moments under the incubus, but slowly relaxed, closing his eyes and moaning slightly as he kissed back.

Yami's wings fluttered slightly in excitement. Ahmose wasn't saying no! He wasn't saying NO! He nearly jumped for joy at the idea of a full belly for once. He pulled away groaning and grinding against Ahmose's hips. "Are you...sure?" he cooed lustfully, drawing out the best magic he could to enhance the sexual pleasures of his partner.

Ahmose gulped, opening his eyes and staring up at Yami. "I... think so..." He gasped, looking very nervous, but there WAS a shiver of anticipation in his body.

Yami grinned broadly looking happier than Ahmose had ever seen him and he shook his head. "Then I'm going to make sure that this first time is the best time in your entire life... you'll never forget this as long as you live." he cooed proudly. He stooped, kissing Ahmose again, hands working to remove the clothes, doing their job with practiced ease. Within moments the Incubus had disrobed his prey and was playing his teasing hands over every spare inch, taunting the youth as he laid heated kisses down his chest.

"Oh God!" Ahmose gasped, shuddering and moaning as he tangled his fingers into Yami's hair.

Yami's tail gently curled around Ahmose's length, pumping softly as his hands worked. A sex machine baby, he was the epitomy of a good lay. He kissed down Ahmose's chest, taking a nipple into his mouth and biting down harshly, before littering the abused nub with kisses and licks.

Ahmose jerked and bucked, yelping and fisting his hands in Yami's hair, tugging on his scalp. Ahmose's aura flared as his sexual energy spiked from the pleasure Yami was giving him.

Yami groaned and shook his head taking great delight in filling his empty stomach with some of that beautiful aura. Though his hands continued their work slowly working south. Once he'd reached Ahmose's waist he cooed, pulling away his tail and giving Ahmose a warm look, his magic keeping the poor youth trapped in inescapable pleasure as he began preparing him.

Ahmose stared at Yami, his eyes clouded in pleasure, but they soon closed as he hissed and arched his back as he felt Yami work a finger inside of him. "Y-Yami... God..."

"Shhh shhh..." Yami purred. "Pleasure and pain are but a thin line apart..." he trailed a finger up Ahmose's weeping length.

"I'll... nnh... take your word for it!" Ahmose gasped with a slight laugh. "Oh God... don't stop..."

Yami grinned and flicked his tail contently as he worked a second finger into Ahmose. "I'm giving you the best I have..." he cooed. "The human that saved my life deserves nothing less." he began scissoring his fingers.

Ahmose twitched slightly, but smiled. "I didn't save your life... I just decided not to kill you..."

"You decided not to kill me...and you allowed me to eat." Yami corrected. "Not just any human has that sort of mercy."

"It was nothing..." Ahmose whispered, trailing fingers down Yami's face. "I'm glad I did it..."

A third finger was added, as Yami began seeking that one special spot. "Why? I don’t belong in this realm remember?" Yami chuckled.

"Hmmm... who cares? AHH!!! GOOD GOD!!! What the HELL?!" Ahmose yelped, nearly jumping out of his skin.

Yami smirked and stoked the spot he'd found... the magical spot he'd found once more. "What was that?"

"GOD!!! That's what I was asking!" Ahmose wailed, squirming underneath the demon. "Yami... God..."

Yami snickered. "This..." he cooed prodding the spot once more. "Is how I'm going to pleasure you." he said proudly.

"Oh God... okay... Makes sense to me..." Ahmose panted, eyes wide and staring at the cieling.

Yami smiled and removed the fingers, sending another wave of magic induced pleasure over Ahmose's senses. "You ready for something a little… bigger?"

"... What?" Ahmose asked after a moment. "B-Bigger? Oh... oh God... yes... Yami, please... Oh God..." He groaned, wrapping his arms around Yami's shoulders and kissing him.

Yami smirked and positioned himself, having magically disposed of his leather and buckle ensamble. After a moment of fiery kissing and roaming hands to distract his friend with deep pleasure, he began pressing into Ahmose.

Ahmose tensed and jerked, arching his back and digging his fingernails into Yami's skin. "Ahh! God! Yami!"

Yami slowed allowing Ahmose time to relax, pressing his forehead to Ahmose's and gazing into his eyes. "You taste good..." he cooed grinning. "I bet you feel good too..." he flicked his tail, curling it once more around Ahmose's length and beginning to pump it once more.

"Mmmm..." Ahmose moaned, shivering and smiling. "I do feel good... do I really taste that good?" He asked with a slight giggle as he hugged Yami close, refusing to let go of him.

"Mmm...yes..." Yami breathed. "The...closest human food to describe it would be...." he paused in thought, pressing slowly in as he did so. "A fine bottle of well aged french wine."

"Nnnnh... Oh God, Yami... Faster..." Ahmose begged, tossing his hair back and writhing beneath his demon partner.

Yami smirked and drew out of Ahmose, before plunging back in quickly, slowly working up an agonizingly pleasurable pace, pausing just long enough to tear Ahmose from an early release. Oh no, he was going to keep this going as long as he could, drive his human partner to near insanity before he allowed the youth his ends.

Ahmose clung to Yami like a steel trap, wrapping one of his legs around the hip of the incubus, crying out in pleasure with every single thrust Yami made into him. He buried his face into Yami's shoulder from time to time, but it always fell to the floor again soon after.

Yami groaned as he worked, Ahmose's aura flaring more and more with each near-release. Finally, his belly full to bursting, he groaned and thrust harshly against Ahmose's prostate, pumping him. "Ahmose..." he breathed.

"Oh God... Yami... GOD!!!" Ahmose screamed, arching his back painfully and clinging tightly to Yami, his fingernails drawing blood. After a few moments of shuddering, he finally collapsed onto the rug and was still.

Yami groaned and withdrew, his own release spent with Ahmose's. He curled up next to Ahmose and groaned. "I'm going to have such a stomachache." he grinned.

Ahmose blinked his eyes opening, processing this, then laughed and rolled over slowly, laying on the demon's chest. "Too much for you to handle?" He teased, sleepily.


Yami nuzzled up to Ahmose. "I just haven't been... full in so long." he mumbled sleepily. "You really are the most wonderful human... You'll never be rid of me. I'm staying by your side until the day I die."

Ahmose sighed and smiled, nuzzling closer. "I'm glad..." He sighed, and the pair drifted off to sleep...

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Holy shit, Mallychan DID it!!! O.O!!! You all FINALLY got your Yami/Ahmose lemon!!! Party time!!! We had better get shit loads of reviews for THIS one!!!