Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Clash Between Two Worlds ❯ Attempting A Foolish Escape ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Cloaked Vampire 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Supernatural | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.19.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 593 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Supernatural | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.19.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 593 | Status: Work In Progress
Clash Between Two Worlds
Chapter 4: Attempting A Foolish Escape
The walk back down the torch - lit hallways had been silent for the most part, the only sound the angel hearing was his own rapidly pounding heartbeat. He had noticed the demon continuously looking down him, before a smirk cracked his features and he began speaking, “Dormi parvus Angelus, requiesce tuos oculos et accipie meum hospitium.”
Ryou had never heard the language he spoke before and averted his eyes down to his knees, feeling very frightened and alone all of the sudden. He didn't know if he should answer the man, or even how for that matter, but that question was answered soon enough after he had thought it up. The demon began laughing to himself as though he found the angel's silence amusing. Ryou would have lowered his head if he could, but instead moved so that his bangs fell across his eyes. He was suddenly feeling a bit tired… maybe that run earlier had been too much?
Shaking his head as he muttered something to himself in that strange language, the darker male leaned back on one foot, using his other boot to kick open both double doors that led to Ryou's bedroom. Stepping in, the dark male laid the angel down, before telling him to roll over onto his stomach.
Ryou didn't respond for a moment, finally shifting himself over onto his belly, but feeling uncomfortable leaving himself in such a vulnerable position. Trying to convince himself that he would be all right to calm himself, Ryou's attention suddenly darted to the sound of fabric being cut. Squirming sluggishly under the new weight of a body sitting on top of him, he wanted to turn himself to look at what was being cut. His mind began racing with the possibilities of what was going to happen, each new thought being more outrageous and unrealistic than the last.
“No, what are you… what are you doing…” His voice was so groggy and this scared him. Why was he so tired? What was going on? He couldn't afford fall unconscious under the hands of a demon!
Ryou tried desperately to push himself up, only to feel his tunic slip off his body and a hand push against the space between his wings, keeping him firming locked to the mattress. Whimpering softly at his immobility, Ryou didn't dare close his eyes all the way as his head was pressed down into the soft pillow. If he did… he wouldn't wake up and who knows what that demon would do to him…
“Please…” It really made him angry at how soft his voice was becoming, so he tried to push against the hand on his back, squirming until a second hand gripped the base of his wing and squeezed it, sending a wave of pain down his spine and another into the rest of his wing. Ryou cried out at the feeling and tried to pull his appendage away, before biting his lip and crying out, “Stop!”
“Then quit moving or I'll do worse. You need to relax if you want me to figure out how to fix you wing.” Bakura's voice was stern, leaving no room for arguing.
His hands had gone straight to work, brushing his white hair off to the side and starting at his shoulders, working their way down with soft motions. Ryou could feel a small tingle on the edges of his mind telling him that if these ministrations continued, he would surely be asleep within a few moments. Fighting back the urge to close his eyes completely, the angel blinked his half - closed eyes repetitively, shifting his body.
As the skilled fingers moved down and began to rub the tender joint where pale flesh merged with white feathers, Ryou couldn't help it as his eyes closed on their own, a sense of relaxation sweeping his tense limbs. Both of his wings, which had been flared back to lay against the demon's sides, sluggishly moved away to spread out across the bed, one more so than the other. He couldn't fight this much longer…
Moving down onto his lower back, the demon spoke again.
“So your name's Ryou, huh?”
After the question registered in his foggy mind, he nodded, hoping that this small talk would keep him awake.
“What's your name…?”
He laughed, rubbing his fingers in small circles back up his spine.
“Bakura.”
His fingers traced around the joint under the angels' right shoulder blade, moving up the humerus with light touches. “You don't have any healing powers or anything, do you?”
Ryou winced when Bakura's fingers pressed into the first joint on his hurt wing, going silent. Bakura had thought that he had finally been put to sleep, when the body below him expanded slightly with a deep intake of air, the angel licking his dry lips and murmuring out, “I… sort of… working on them…”
“That's better than nothing.” Bakura smirked, gingerly pinched the bone between his thumb and forefinger, “Why don't you go ahead and send whatever you've got to this joint here, Angel.”
Wincing once more at the discomfort in his wing, Ryou went silent again, before a small, blue glow enveloped the spot. His wing was beginning to feel better, although a dull throbbing now resided when the light disappeared.
“How does that feel now?” Bakura asked, gently running his fingers through the downy feathers.
Ryou let out an almost inaudible `mnn…' sound. He knew he was losing this battle and quickly.
“Bakura!”
The sudden shout made the white - haired demon jump and growl under his breath, looking over to the doorway. Marik stood with his arms crossed, golden earrings and armbands glinting in the lamplight. A slight frown covered his handsome features, his dark lavender eyes roving over the scene before him, causing his brows to slant slightly. Bakura had the angel on his front side, sitting on his upper thighs, one hand down on the angel's naked back and the other buried in white feathers. Covering his tinge of jealously with a small smirk, Marik made his way over to the large bed, climbing on top to kneel next to the other demon.
The blonde was silent for a few moments, shifting his gaze from Bakura's face, down to his hands now working against the angel's back. Frowning again, Marik nuzzled against the white - haired male's shoulder, clinging to his arm and drawling out, “'Kuurrraaa… why don't I get these sensual massages anymorrre…this isn't faaiirrr!”
Bakura rolled his eyes before chuckling, “I told you I had to fix his wing, didn't I?”
Marik pretended to pout, before looking up and grabbing the other's chin in his hand, turning the pale face to look at him. “That doesn't look like his wing you're fixing…” He whispered, pressing his lips against the other male's mouth.
This was enough to cause the demon's concentration to slip as he responded, the sleeping spell loosening its grip on Ryou. He could hear the second demon above him, Bakura's hands stopping their motions, one of them disappearing. The angel was becoming more nervous now; not only did he have Bakura to worry about if he fell asleep, but now his friend as well.
Feeling a little more restless now, Ryou opened his eyes partly, trying to look behind him. The sight that greeted him made a sinking feeling drop itself into his stomach.
The silver and blonde haired demons were locked tightly in a ravishing kiss, Bakura's one arm hooked around the other's neck, while Marik seemed to clutch desperately to the chest of his black shirt. Both of them now had twin sets of ivory horns slowly extending from their hair, each stopping at about eight inches in length. They reminded him of the gazelle's he had seen on Earth once, long and then curling back slightly.
Ryou had to tear his eyes away, his sleepy mind beginning to slowly awaken. This was so strange... why was he waking up all of the sudden? Thinking for a moment as he became a bit more aware, a thought dawned on him. No… he wouldn't have… but he's a demon… and it made so much sense. He let out a small intake of breath when a body landed with a soft `fwump' next to him, bringing him from his thoughts. Focusing, he found it to be Bakura with Marik on top of him. Trying to scoot away the best he could, the angel froze when a hand gripped his wrist, pulling him back.
“Nah ah ah… where do you think you're going.” The voice of Marik floated through the room, wrapping around Ryou like a snake. “You're going to miss out on all the fun if you leave now.”
The angel could only shake his head, his mind now fully alert but his body still sluggish. He could feel tears brimming his eyes as he had no choice but to watch as the blonde crawled over to him, tanned fingers brushing down his side. Shaking his head again, Ryou sleepily waved his hand to swat away Marik's wandering digits, whispering out, “No!”
Marik let out a laugh, turning the angel over onto his back, making him look even more helpless and tantalizing than he already did. The demon licked his lips as he grinned, lowering his head and letting his tongue graze over the porcelain skin. Ryou whimpered softly, closing his eyes, trying to push the demon off of him and failing. Straddling his waist, Marik nuzzled against the angel's collar, who tilted his head away with a frightened grimace. Bakura rolled over, pushing the blonde off the angel and crawling on top to take his place.
“Get off him…” He murmured with a smirk. He ran a hand back into Ryou's white locks, tilting his head back to look at him. “He's mine.”
The blonde pressed his shoulder against Bakura's and placed his hands on Ryou's stomach, purring, “Naught naughty 'Kura, but you should share with me.” Marik licked the pale demon's cheek, ”I want to have him too…”
Bakura shook his head, pushing Marik away from the angel completely and leaning over the still body again. “I said he's mine, you have - “ His sentence was cut short when another body made its presence known by gripping one of Marik's horns and pulling him backwards off of the bed with a thump.
Ryou's eyes widened at the sight of the other male, his spirits lifting in hope. Another blonde stood above the demon he had pulled off the bed (who was out of sight), with his arms crossed and a frown on his face. He had little on; but what he did consisted of a plain black skirt - like device that only reached slightly higher than mid-thigh. A golden sash was wrapped around the top with a strip hanging down the front and one behind, reaching to just above his knees. Gold armbands covered his forearms as well as his neck, two sets of earrings to match. But what really made Ryou gape was the pair of pale yellow wings that were arched over his back in a ruffled manner. Light colors always represented those who belonged to the Angel race… but, this couldn't be right, could it?
Bakura chuckled at the sight of the two blondes, finishing his sentence, “Malik.”
The second angel's frown deepened into a scowl, his delicate brows knitted together as he stared down at the demon on the floor. “Do I not satisfy you enough? You must seek another… another… “ Lighter lavender eyes shifted over to the half - naked angel on the bed under Bakura. “Angel! - Another angel's attention! Am I not enough anymore?!”
Marik let out a laugh as he rose to his feet, pretending to be interested in straightening his shirt. Finally meeting the gaze of the blonde angel, the demon merely shrugged, opening his mouth to reply but never getting the chance. A snarl was heard before a loud crash followed, the two fair - haired males now on the floor on top of what had once been a small table. Malik was suddenly flung backwards off the demon, landing on his back a few feet away. Growling again, the angel quickly rose to his feet and charged again at a now standing Marik. The two continued to go at it, Malik's words being along the lines of “You selfish son of a bitch, how dare you!…” while Marik's retorts were merely laughs and “Someone's feisty tonight…” As the two rolled around the floor for dominance in the one - sided argument, more thuds, glass breaking and wood splintering were heard.
Tuning out the commotion behind him, Bakura turned his attention to the white - haired beauty under him. But he found the angel not to be below him any longer, but now sitting up partly and pressed back against the headboard. Smirking to himself, the fiend crawled closer, spreading the angel's tilted legs.
Ryou gasped softly, feeling his body begin to tremble from his helpless state. He felt completely exposed to the demon that was staring mercilessly down at him, hands atop his knees and licking his lips. Ryou looked up with half - lidded mocha eyes, his voice a bit stronger as he spoke, “You put a spell on me, didn't you…”
Bakura chuckled, leaning forward to lie against the angel's chest, his pale hands roaming down to rest against his sides. He could feel the body shaking underneath him, his heart pounding below his ear. Breathing in deeply, Bakura lifted his head, exhaling hot air onto the angel's neck, before breathing in again and lifting his head to level his eyes with Ryou's. Another smirk crossed his features as he saw red beginning to tint the other's cheeks. “You definitely smell like an Angel… and it doesn't matter what I did to you…” He trailed off, before his eyes shifted to look behind him, the rest of the room silent.
Spotting the two blondes in the corner, Bakura scowled, sitting up and leaving Ryou to lie idly against the bed. Marik had the angel pinned below him as he straddled one leg, using a hand to run his fingers up the other tanned thigh, disappearing partially into the black skirt. His second hand held Malik's hands above his head by the wrists, their mouths connected with fever.
Bakura let out a small growl, lifting on hand and pointing towards the pair, a small spark of fire crackling next to their heads. “Get a fucking room that isn't mine.”
Malik jumped at the crack next to him, looking over at Bakura with an innocently surprised face, while Marik gave him a fanged smirk.
“Don't look at me like that.” Bakura sneered to the two while clenching a fist.
The smaller blonde let out a small laugh, looking past the white- haired demon and pointing to his right. “I think your little toy is attempting to make an escape…”
Confused, Bakura looked behind him, finding the angel to be gone. But he had been right under him! Stealthy little brat…
Looking to his right, the demon only had time to catch a glimpse of a buddle of white feathers go tumbling over the side of the bed, the dark sheets on the bed being pulled taunt as he struggled to untangle himself. Growling to himself again, this time in annoyance, Bakura crawled over to the side of the bed, just in time to watch the smaller male scurry a bit awkwardly just from his grasp as he made a one - armed swipe for him.
Ryou had felt the majority of his tired body waking up and decided that now that the demon was distracted, he could at least make an attempt for freedom. Glancing past the man, he found a large window, only one latch holding it shut that he could see. Looking at Bakura one last time as he lifted his hand towards the two blondes, Ryou carefully, and as quickly as could, slipped from under the demon, crawling away. His breath hitching as the new angel made a comment of his escape, he moved faster, nearly to the edge of the large bed. His hand suddenly slipped, the edge closer than he expected, sending him sprawling over the side with a yelp.
Getting to his feet, Ryou felt the air displaced beside his shoulder as Bakura's hand just missed him, his heart in his throat now that he knew he had a chance. Taking off for the window across the room, the angel slid the bolt from its place with sweaty fingers, Bakura's voice in the back round, along with Malik and Marik's howls of laughter.
“Hey! What do you think you're doing!? HEY!”
The large window was pushed open now and Ryou stole a quick glance over the edge, his heart sinking.
The ocean crashed up against the side of the stone tower they were in, jagged rocks seeming to climb the sidewall, right out of the water. It was a long drop down; they seemed to be a good 30 or 40 stories high. A brief thought passed through his mind, before he quickly climbed up onto the ledge and dove off.
`So that's what the rumbling was…'
Chapter 4: Attempting A Foolish Escape
The walk back down the torch - lit hallways had been silent for the most part, the only sound the angel hearing was his own rapidly pounding heartbeat. He had noticed the demon continuously looking down him, before a smirk cracked his features and he began speaking, “Dormi parvus Angelus, requiesce tuos oculos et accipie meum hospitium.”
Ryou had never heard the language he spoke before and averted his eyes down to his knees, feeling very frightened and alone all of the sudden. He didn't know if he should answer the man, or even how for that matter, but that question was answered soon enough after he had thought it up. The demon began laughing to himself as though he found the angel's silence amusing. Ryou would have lowered his head if he could, but instead moved so that his bangs fell across his eyes. He was suddenly feeling a bit tired… maybe that run earlier had been too much?
Shaking his head as he muttered something to himself in that strange language, the darker male leaned back on one foot, using his other boot to kick open both double doors that led to Ryou's bedroom. Stepping in, the dark male laid the angel down, before telling him to roll over onto his stomach.
Ryou didn't respond for a moment, finally shifting himself over onto his belly, but feeling uncomfortable leaving himself in such a vulnerable position. Trying to convince himself that he would be all right to calm himself, Ryou's attention suddenly darted to the sound of fabric being cut. Squirming sluggishly under the new weight of a body sitting on top of him, he wanted to turn himself to look at what was being cut. His mind began racing with the possibilities of what was going to happen, each new thought being more outrageous and unrealistic than the last.
“No, what are you… what are you doing…” His voice was so groggy and this scared him. Why was he so tired? What was going on? He couldn't afford fall unconscious under the hands of a demon!
Ryou tried desperately to push himself up, only to feel his tunic slip off his body and a hand push against the space between his wings, keeping him firming locked to the mattress. Whimpering softly at his immobility, Ryou didn't dare close his eyes all the way as his head was pressed down into the soft pillow. If he did… he wouldn't wake up and who knows what that demon would do to him…
“Please…” It really made him angry at how soft his voice was becoming, so he tried to push against the hand on his back, squirming until a second hand gripped the base of his wing and squeezed it, sending a wave of pain down his spine and another into the rest of his wing. Ryou cried out at the feeling and tried to pull his appendage away, before biting his lip and crying out, “Stop!”
“Then quit moving or I'll do worse. You need to relax if you want me to figure out how to fix you wing.” Bakura's voice was stern, leaving no room for arguing.
His hands had gone straight to work, brushing his white hair off to the side and starting at his shoulders, working their way down with soft motions. Ryou could feel a small tingle on the edges of his mind telling him that if these ministrations continued, he would surely be asleep within a few moments. Fighting back the urge to close his eyes completely, the angel blinked his half - closed eyes repetitively, shifting his body.
As the skilled fingers moved down and began to rub the tender joint where pale flesh merged with white feathers, Ryou couldn't help it as his eyes closed on their own, a sense of relaxation sweeping his tense limbs. Both of his wings, which had been flared back to lay against the demon's sides, sluggishly moved away to spread out across the bed, one more so than the other. He couldn't fight this much longer…
Moving down onto his lower back, the demon spoke again.
“So your name's Ryou, huh?”
After the question registered in his foggy mind, he nodded, hoping that this small talk would keep him awake.
“What's your name…?”
He laughed, rubbing his fingers in small circles back up his spine.
“Bakura.”
His fingers traced around the joint under the angels' right shoulder blade, moving up the humerus with light touches. “You don't have any healing powers or anything, do you?”
Ryou winced when Bakura's fingers pressed into the first joint on his hurt wing, going silent. Bakura had thought that he had finally been put to sleep, when the body below him expanded slightly with a deep intake of air, the angel licking his dry lips and murmuring out, “I… sort of… working on them…”
“That's better than nothing.” Bakura smirked, gingerly pinched the bone between his thumb and forefinger, “Why don't you go ahead and send whatever you've got to this joint here, Angel.”
Wincing once more at the discomfort in his wing, Ryou went silent again, before a small, blue glow enveloped the spot. His wing was beginning to feel better, although a dull throbbing now resided when the light disappeared.
“How does that feel now?” Bakura asked, gently running his fingers through the downy feathers.
Ryou let out an almost inaudible `mnn…' sound. He knew he was losing this battle and quickly.
“Bakura!”
The sudden shout made the white - haired demon jump and growl under his breath, looking over to the doorway. Marik stood with his arms crossed, golden earrings and armbands glinting in the lamplight. A slight frown covered his handsome features, his dark lavender eyes roving over the scene before him, causing his brows to slant slightly. Bakura had the angel on his front side, sitting on his upper thighs, one hand down on the angel's naked back and the other buried in white feathers. Covering his tinge of jealously with a small smirk, Marik made his way over to the large bed, climbing on top to kneel next to the other demon.
The blonde was silent for a few moments, shifting his gaze from Bakura's face, down to his hands now working against the angel's back. Frowning again, Marik nuzzled against the white - haired male's shoulder, clinging to his arm and drawling out, “'Kuurrraaa… why don't I get these sensual massages anymorrre…this isn't faaiirrr!”
Bakura rolled his eyes before chuckling, “I told you I had to fix his wing, didn't I?”
Marik pretended to pout, before looking up and grabbing the other's chin in his hand, turning the pale face to look at him. “That doesn't look like his wing you're fixing…” He whispered, pressing his lips against the other male's mouth.
This was enough to cause the demon's concentration to slip as he responded, the sleeping spell loosening its grip on Ryou. He could hear the second demon above him, Bakura's hands stopping their motions, one of them disappearing. The angel was becoming more nervous now; not only did he have Bakura to worry about if he fell asleep, but now his friend as well.
Feeling a little more restless now, Ryou opened his eyes partly, trying to look behind him. The sight that greeted him made a sinking feeling drop itself into his stomach.
The silver and blonde haired demons were locked tightly in a ravishing kiss, Bakura's one arm hooked around the other's neck, while Marik seemed to clutch desperately to the chest of his black shirt. Both of them now had twin sets of ivory horns slowly extending from their hair, each stopping at about eight inches in length. They reminded him of the gazelle's he had seen on Earth once, long and then curling back slightly.
Ryou had to tear his eyes away, his sleepy mind beginning to slowly awaken. This was so strange... why was he waking up all of the sudden? Thinking for a moment as he became a bit more aware, a thought dawned on him. No… he wouldn't have… but he's a demon… and it made so much sense. He let out a small intake of breath when a body landed with a soft `fwump' next to him, bringing him from his thoughts. Focusing, he found it to be Bakura with Marik on top of him. Trying to scoot away the best he could, the angel froze when a hand gripped his wrist, pulling him back.
“Nah ah ah… where do you think you're going.” The voice of Marik floated through the room, wrapping around Ryou like a snake. “You're going to miss out on all the fun if you leave now.”
The angel could only shake his head, his mind now fully alert but his body still sluggish. He could feel tears brimming his eyes as he had no choice but to watch as the blonde crawled over to him, tanned fingers brushing down his side. Shaking his head again, Ryou sleepily waved his hand to swat away Marik's wandering digits, whispering out, “No!”
Marik let out a laugh, turning the angel over onto his back, making him look even more helpless and tantalizing than he already did. The demon licked his lips as he grinned, lowering his head and letting his tongue graze over the porcelain skin. Ryou whimpered softly, closing his eyes, trying to push the demon off of him and failing. Straddling his waist, Marik nuzzled against the angel's collar, who tilted his head away with a frightened grimace. Bakura rolled over, pushing the blonde off the angel and crawling on top to take his place.
“Get off him…” He murmured with a smirk. He ran a hand back into Ryou's white locks, tilting his head back to look at him. “He's mine.”
The blonde pressed his shoulder against Bakura's and placed his hands on Ryou's stomach, purring, “Naught naughty 'Kura, but you should share with me.” Marik licked the pale demon's cheek, ”I want to have him too…”
Bakura shook his head, pushing Marik away from the angel completely and leaning over the still body again. “I said he's mine, you have - “ His sentence was cut short when another body made its presence known by gripping one of Marik's horns and pulling him backwards off of the bed with a thump.
Ryou's eyes widened at the sight of the other male, his spirits lifting in hope. Another blonde stood above the demon he had pulled off the bed (who was out of sight), with his arms crossed and a frown on his face. He had little on; but what he did consisted of a plain black skirt - like device that only reached slightly higher than mid-thigh. A golden sash was wrapped around the top with a strip hanging down the front and one behind, reaching to just above his knees. Gold armbands covered his forearms as well as his neck, two sets of earrings to match. But what really made Ryou gape was the pair of pale yellow wings that were arched over his back in a ruffled manner. Light colors always represented those who belonged to the Angel race… but, this couldn't be right, could it?
Bakura chuckled at the sight of the two blondes, finishing his sentence, “Malik.”
The second angel's frown deepened into a scowl, his delicate brows knitted together as he stared down at the demon on the floor. “Do I not satisfy you enough? You must seek another… another… “ Lighter lavender eyes shifted over to the half - naked angel on the bed under Bakura. “Angel! - Another angel's attention! Am I not enough anymore?!”
Marik let out a laugh as he rose to his feet, pretending to be interested in straightening his shirt. Finally meeting the gaze of the blonde angel, the demon merely shrugged, opening his mouth to reply but never getting the chance. A snarl was heard before a loud crash followed, the two fair - haired males now on the floor on top of what had once been a small table. Malik was suddenly flung backwards off the demon, landing on his back a few feet away. Growling again, the angel quickly rose to his feet and charged again at a now standing Marik. The two continued to go at it, Malik's words being along the lines of “You selfish son of a bitch, how dare you!…” while Marik's retorts were merely laughs and “Someone's feisty tonight…” As the two rolled around the floor for dominance in the one - sided argument, more thuds, glass breaking and wood splintering were heard.
Tuning out the commotion behind him, Bakura turned his attention to the white - haired beauty under him. But he found the angel not to be below him any longer, but now sitting up partly and pressed back against the headboard. Smirking to himself, the fiend crawled closer, spreading the angel's tilted legs.
Ryou gasped softly, feeling his body begin to tremble from his helpless state. He felt completely exposed to the demon that was staring mercilessly down at him, hands atop his knees and licking his lips. Ryou looked up with half - lidded mocha eyes, his voice a bit stronger as he spoke, “You put a spell on me, didn't you…”
Bakura chuckled, leaning forward to lie against the angel's chest, his pale hands roaming down to rest against his sides. He could feel the body shaking underneath him, his heart pounding below his ear. Breathing in deeply, Bakura lifted his head, exhaling hot air onto the angel's neck, before breathing in again and lifting his head to level his eyes with Ryou's. Another smirk crossed his features as he saw red beginning to tint the other's cheeks. “You definitely smell like an Angel… and it doesn't matter what I did to you…” He trailed off, before his eyes shifted to look behind him, the rest of the room silent.
Spotting the two blondes in the corner, Bakura scowled, sitting up and leaving Ryou to lie idly against the bed. Marik had the angel pinned below him as he straddled one leg, using a hand to run his fingers up the other tanned thigh, disappearing partially into the black skirt. His second hand held Malik's hands above his head by the wrists, their mouths connected with fever.
Bakura let out a small growl, lifting on hand and pointing towards the pair, a small spark of fire crackling next to their heads. “Get a fucking room that isn't mine.”
Malik jumped at the crack next to him, looking over at Bakura with an innocently surprised face, while Marik gave him a fanged smirk.
“Don't look at me like that.” Bakura sneered to the two while clenching a fist.
The smaller blonde let out a small laugh, looking past the white- haired demon and pointing to his right. “I think your little toy is attempting to make an escape…”
Confused, Bakura looked behind him, finding the angel to be gone. But he had been right under him! Stealthy little brat…
Looking to his right, the demon only had time to catch a glimpse of a buddle of white feathers go tumbling over the side of the bed, the dark sheets on the bed being pulled taunt as he struggled to untangle himself. Growling to himself again, this time in annoyance, Bakura crawled over to the side of the bed, just in time to watch the smaller male scurry a bit awkwardly just from his grasp as he made a one - armed swipe for him.
Ryou had felt the majority of his tired body waking up and decided that now that the demon was distracted, he could at least make an attempt for freedom. Glancing past the man, he found a large window, only one latch holding it shut that he could see. Looking at Bakura one last time as he lifted his hand towards the two blondes, Ryou carefully, and as quickly as could, slipped from under the demon, crawling away. His breath hitching as the new angel made a comment of his escape, he moved faster, nearly to the edge of the large bed. His hand suddenly slipped, the edge closer than he expected, sending him sprawling over the side with a yelp.
Getting to his feet, Ryou felt the air displaced beside his shoulder as Bakura's hand just missed him, his heart in his throat now that he knew he had a chance. Taking off for the window across the room, the angel slid the bolt from its place with sweaty fingers, Bakura's voice in the back round, along with Malik and Marik's howls of laughter.
“Hey! What do you think you're doing!? HEY!”
The large window was pushed open now and Ryou stole a quick glance over the edge, his heart sinking.
The ocean crashed up against the side of the stone tower they were in, jagged rocks seeming to climb the sidewall, right out of the water. It was a long drop down; they seemed to be a good 30 or 40 stories high. A brief thought passed through his mind, before he quickly climbed up onto the ledge and dove off.
`So that's what the rumbling was…'