Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Engulfed in Darkness ❯ Chapter 3

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: Ravenx

Disclaimer: Unfortunately anything dealing with Yu-gi-oh does not belong to me but to a very rich and lucky person. So no suing!
Includes: Yaoi (male/male relationships), vampires (so minor blood scenes), MPEG, maybe more…
Pairings: Yami/Yugi, Marik/Malik, Seto/Joey, Bakura/Ryou, others?

Engulfed in Darkness
Chapter Three
by Ravenx

Yami knocks on the large wooden door in front of him as Ryou tries to hide behind the tall vampire. His white hair hangs around his down cast head as he fidgets with the hem of his short tank top. Yami looks back at him.

“Don't worry. He knows not to hurt you.” The door inches open to reveal a narrow brown eye.

“What?”

“Ryou's here.” Yami moves a little to the left to show the small boy hiding behind him. “Now let us in.”

The brown eye rolls before the door is opened. Bakura walks over the black carpet to lean against the headboard of his large four poster bed. Yami and Ryou steps into the room, Ryou looking around. Ryou realizes he has just entered a world of darkness. Black walls hold what appears to be thousands of knives and swords, many more than Marik had. Above the bed are Egyptian hieroglyphics painted in red. Looking to the left, Ryou sees an overstuffed sofa of black. In front of it lays a beautiful, polished black coffin. A large, flat television, similar to Malik and Marik's, hangs on the wall in front of them. A CD player on the floor below it with tons of CDs spread over the carpet. To the right he finds nothing but open space.

“Time for proper introductions. Ryou this is Bakura, the youngest of us Majestics.” Ryou jumps as Yami starts talking. He turns to see the tall boy standing at the end of the bed looking at him. “You okay, Ryou?”

“Yeah.” He whispers.

“Remember what we discussed, Bakura.” Yami moves over to the door, ignoring Bakura's eye roll. “And you remember what I told you, Ryou. If you need anything you know where I'm at.”

Ryou watches quietly as the large door shuts behind Yami. He takes a deep breath before turning around only to jump back as he sees Bakura only inches from him.

“You do realize I can kill you so fast that you won't even be able to scream.” Bakura smirks down at Ryou as the boy shivers from the dark voice. “I'm a Majestic, just like them, which means they can't kill me. I'll get away with it. You're blood on my hands will mean nothing.” He starts to walk slow circles around Ryou.

“But fortunately for you I don't feel like hearing them whine for a millennium of how I brutally killed you. So it turns out you're lucky. I won't kill you, well, as long as you do whatever I say you will live. Understand?”

Ryou nods silently, his head bowed again to look at his bare feet. A rough hand pulls his chin up, dark brown eyes search his face.

“It is amazing how similar we look. But don't think that impresses me.” He lets go of Ryou's chin. “You will call me master.” He turns around toward the bed. “You will sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed. Don't touch anything in here unless I give you permission.”

Bakura strips off his white shirt. After toeing off his shoes, he removes his pants, leaving him in a pair of black silk boxers. He pulls down the jet-black comforter on the bed to reveal dark red silk sheets.

“I'm tried, which means that you are too. So lay down and be quiet.” He climbs into the dark bed, pulling the covers over him as he turns on his side. “And turn the light out.”

Quietly Ryou turns to the door, walking the short distance he flips the light switch causing the room to become almost pitch black. Ryou moves carefully forward until he fills the end of the bed with his out stretched hands. Taking one more look around the dark room, Ryou lays down on the lush black carpet. Closing his eyes a single tear falls.

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“How'd it go?” Marik ask from his position behind the sofa as Yami enters his room.

“Okay, I think. I heard him through the door after I left. Did his normal threatening to kill but said he didn't want to hear us whining about it. Then gave Ryou some orders and went to bed. He's making the little guy sleep on the floor at the foot of his bed.” Yami rolls his eyes as he leans against the open doorway.

“You want me to go have a talk with him?” Marik cracks his knuckles.

“No, we'll just keep an eye on him. It will take awhile for him to get use to having someone around.”

“Marik?” Malik walks out of a door to the left of the bed, his wet hair hanging over the big white bath robe he wears. He looks over at Yami. “Oh, hey. I thought he was talking to himself.” He walks over to get engulfed in his mate's large arms.

“I'll leave you two alone.” Yami glances around the room. “I see everyone else decided it was bed time.”

“Yugi did, he was tried. But Seto and Joey left here doing some smooching.” Malik smiles. “I can just guess what there doing now.”

“Probably the same thing we'll be doing as soon as someone leaves.” Marik sends a non-threatening glare over toward the door.

“Alright, I'll leave. See you guys at breakfast tomorrow.” Yami shuts the door behind him.

“Thought he'd never leave.” Marik kisses down the back of Malik's neck.

“Do you think he will be okay?”

“Why wouldn't he be? He'll just go fall asleep beside Yugi.”

“Not him.” Malik turns around and slaps Marik's arm. “Ryou.”

“Oh. Yeah, he'll be fine. Yami said Bakura went to sleep. So nothing will happen tonight.”

“That's tonight. What about tomorrow? Or the day after that?”

“Why are you so worried?” Marik reaches out to run a hand through Malik's long pale blonde hair.

“He's so nice. I really like him.”

“Not too much I hope.” Marik lets out a little growl.

“Of course not. I love you. You know that. But I'm worried about him. He's so small and sweet. Someone like Bakura could really hurt him, and not just physically but mentally.” Malik moves into his mate's arms.

“Don't worry, okay. Give it a couple of days and I bet Bakura will be loving Ryou.”

“I guess.”

“Good. Now can we move things along?” Marik leans down, lightly kissing Malik from his temple to his chin.

“I can never believe that you still find me attractive when I'm big as a house.” Malik moves away toward the bed, he rubs his belly as he looks over his shoulder at his mate.

“I always think you're beautiful.” Marik follows behind his love.

“You just say that so I'll sleep with you.”

“No. But I do want it while I can. If you're anything like you were when you had Zemti I only have a couple more weeks before you'll be turned off by sex.” Marik stripes off his clothes as he walks to the left side of the bed, never letting his eyes leave the small boy across from him.

Malik smiles over the bed at the sight of his nude mate. Slowly he opens the robe surrounding him, letting it pool at his feet. His beautiful light skin shines in the pale light of the lamp by the bed. He rubs his small hands over his round stomach.

“You honestly find this attractive?” His eyes drift down to his belly.

“Of course. You're carrying life inside of you. Life that I created. I've lived for thousands of years never thinking I would have a child. You have given me one and now another. If I had it my way you would look like this all the time.” Marik pulls the white comforter down to reveal dark purple cotton sheets. He crawls into the bed, reaching out he pulls Malik in beside him.

“Oh, I don't think so. I like to look at my feet on occasion.” The smaller boy giggles as Marik's large, strong hands glide over his belly.

“I wonder what Raia will train to be?”

“I don't know. We'll just have to wait until he is born. Right now I want to spend some private time with his father.” Malik captures Marik's lips in a gentle kiss, which soon becomes rough.

Breaking apart for a moment, Marik reaches toward his bedside table to remove a small vile of oil. Smirking he turns back to a smiling Malik.

“I love you so much, Marik.” Malik returns Marik's kisses as he is pushed back onto the bed, his legs spread instantly.

“I love you too, my little kitten.” Marik moves in between his mate's thin legs.

“No playing tonight. I want you now.”

“As you wish.” Once Marik coats his fingers with oil he tosses it down on the floor. Leaning down he gives Malik's round stomach a kiss as one of his fingers circles the tight ring of muscles at his love's entrance.

Hearing a moan causes Marik to smirk around the rounded, soft skin as the finger slips inside. A small hand starts to push his head down. He shakes his head, looking up to Malik's golden hair spread across the dark purple pillow. His other small hand wrapped in the sheets. Soft pink lips open in a silent moan as another large finger is added.

Light violet eyes look down into matching ones. Malik smiles as his lover kisses his belly one more time before moving down, kissing his hips and thighs, completely missing the hard arousal near him.

“Marik.”

Another finger is added to the tight opening. Malik's hips buck back at the intrusion. His eyes roll into the back of his head as he voices his desires.

“Please, Marik. Now. Need you. Don't play around.”

“Just preparing you kitten.” Marik grins around the flesh of Malik's inner thigh.

“More, now.”

“You sure are bossy tonight.” Marik adds yet another finger.

“Only because I want you so bad.”

“Then don't let me disappoint you.” Marik removes his fingers, causing Malik to groan at the loss of contact. The taller of the two moves to lie on his back next to his panting lover. “Come here kitten.”

Malik's eyes snap over at his mate. Smirking he moves up on his knees, looking his love's body up and down.

“You didn't want to play, so don't. Get on. Now!” Marik growls.

“Just can't help but admire the view.” Malik places his hands on Marik's large shoulders. With a grunt he swings one of his legs over mate's body until he is straddling his lower stomach. “Boy, will I be glad when Raia gets here. At least I'll be able to move better.”

“Yeah but then we'll have a crying baby to worry about all the time.”

“True, but the others can baby sit. I know Joey would love to.”

“Enough talk.” Marik takes hold of Malik's widened hips. Gently he lifts him up and back, slowly lowering him onto his rock hard erection. They both gasps at the new sensation, both closing their eyes for a moment.

“I love how you feel inside of me.” Malik is the first to open his eyes, looking down he smiles at the look of pure ecstasy on his mate's face. He brushes the fingers of his left hand against Marik's cheek.

Opening his eyes, Marik smiles up at his love. Receiving a small nod from Malik, Marik lifts him up until just the tip of his arousal is still inside of him before slowly gliding him back down.

“No. Fast. I need you.”

Marik nods as he helps lift Malik up again, this time slamming him back down on him. Malik yelps in pleasure, his fingernails digging into Marik's shoulders as he is lifted and lowered. His head falls back, his light blonde hair brushing against his bottom and Marik's thighs.

“More. Please.” Malik pants out. Marik just smiles up at his lover, doing as he pleads and working him down harder onto his erection.

“I'm not going to last long tonight, kitten.”

“Me either.” Malik removes one of his hands from Marik's shoulders to take hold of his arousal. He copies the rhythm Marik is using as he starts to stroke himself.

“Do you have any idea how hot you are?” Marik watches with narrowed eyes as Malik continues to pleasure himself.

Malik doesn't say anything as he tries to force himself down hard onto Marik's large erection. After several minutes go by Marik can't hold out any longer, he beings to buck his hips up to get a deeper penetration.

Malik yelps out in pleasure at the bucking. His hand moves faster over his erection until he explodes over his hand and Marik's chest. Upon feeling his mate tighten around him, Marik shoots his seed deep within him, his fangs sliding out as he closes his eyes, riding out his pleasure.

After both have calmed down, Marik gently lifts Malik off of him and lays him down next to him. Seeing his lover's eyes close, Marik leans over to kiss the lids. Smiling when small arms wrap around his shoulders.

“I love you.” Malik looks up into matching violet eyes.

“And I love you kitten.” Kissing one more time, the two wrap themselves in each others arms as they drift off to sleep.

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A gentle shaking causing Ryou to open his brown eyes. Looking up from his position on the floor he sees a smiling Yugi bent next to him.

“Wakey, wakey.”

Standing up, Ryou looks behind him to see Bakura still in bed under the covers. He stretches turning back to face a now standing Yugi.

“Breakfast will be done in a little. Why don't you go take a shower? Mai picked you out a wardrobe, its all in Bakura's closet now.” Yugi points to the empty right side of the room to a door. “The bathrooms there.” He points to a door to the left of the bed. “Do you remember how to get to the dining room?”

“I think so.” Ryou nods slowly.

“Good. Yami says its okay if you wonder around the house by yourself. If anyone stops you just tell them you're Bakura's personal slave.” Yugi starts toward the door. “You go get a shower and met us at the dining room when you're finished. I have to go wake up the others. I'm sure that will be fun.” He giggles as he closes the door behind him.

Quietly, Ryou walks over to the closet door. Opening it he finds a light automatically brightens the small room. Walking in he finds clothes surrounding him, with shoes on the floor to the left. Looking over at the right he finds clothes similar to his own, low riding leather pants, a couple of low jeans. Tank tops and short sleeved shirts are also hung up. Reaching out, Ryou takes hold of a pair of dark blue jeans that look to flair at the legs and a short sleeved light blue and white horizontally striped shirt.

Making his way over toward the other door Yugi pointed out he stops as he reaches for the handle. Looking over his shoulder at the lump in the bed he sighs.

“Quit feeling sorry for yourself. If you weren't here you would be out there, barely surviving.” Bakura turns over so that his brown eyes peak out at Ryou from under the covers.

“Yeah, but in here you want me dead.” Ryou whispers.

“True. But Yami won't let that happen. So you'll live another day of your pathetic life.” Bakura rolls back over. “Now go shower. Tell Yami I'll be down for breakfast later.”

Ryou slips into the bathroom.

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“Hey guys, time for breakfa…oh…sorry.” Yugi turns around quickly as he enters Seto and Joey's room. “Yami says to get down to the dining room now. He wants to introduce the rest of the kids to Ryou.”

“Leave now.” Seto's voice growls out.

“I'm not suppose to leave until I'm sure that you guys are coming with me.” Looking over his shoulder Yugi grins. “And it doesn't look like you're going to be doing that anytime soon.”

“Yugi.” Seto warns.

“Not leaving without you.” Yugi yelps as a pillow of blue and silver swirls hits him upside the head. Chuckling he runs from the room.

“I hate that brat sometimes.” Seto whispers over Joey's nude chest.

“No you don't.” Joey moans as his mate thrust into him again.

“Why don't you shut up puppy?” Seto licks at Joey's neck.

One of Joey's hands grip tightly at the dark blue silk sheets while the other runs through Seto's thick brown hair. His legs wrap around Seto's thin waist, his heel digging into his mate's lower back causing him to push in deeper.

Seto's hips keep thrusting in and out of Joey's tight entrance. His hands rest on either side of the sandy blonde's head. His lips make paths up and down the lean neck under him. One more push into the heat of his mate has Seto's seed spilling. Joey screams silently as his untouched arousal jerks and shots a stream of white liquid onto both of their chests.

They remain unmoving for several minutes, Seto's head rested in the curve of Joey's neck. His long fingered hand running through Joey's soft hair. Joey's legs slip down so that his heels rest on the back of Seto's strong thighs.

“Fantastic way to start the day.” Joey giggles as he kisses the top of Seto's head.

“Couldn't agree with you more, pup.”

“So, anything?”

“No.” Seto's voice is barely above a whisper.

“Its okay. We can try again. Besides I love trying.” Joey giggles as Seto pinches his side.

“I do too. But I want another son. We've been trying for far longer that Marik and Malik and they have their second on the way.”

“I know. It's not fair. But we'll get another son one day.”

“Not if you ever throw anything at my mate again.” Both boys on the bed look over to see Yami standing at the door.

“It was a pillow.” Seto rolls his eyes as he withdraws from Joey's entrance causing the smaller boy to moan at the loss. He sits on the edge of the bed as Joey pulls the silver and blue swirled comforter over his naked form.

“I don't care. Now get cleaned up and downstairs.” Yami shuts the door behind him, ignoring a low growl from Seto.

“Calm down. His right though. Ryou will need to see some familiar faces. Besides, you need to talk to Drake about stealing your sword. Remember?”

“Oh yeah. Well come on. We'll save time by showering together.” Seto smirks over at Joey as he walks to a door to the left of the bed. Joey jumps up following with a large smile on his face.

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“There you are Ryou.” Yugi waves from his position at the long table in the dining room. Looking around Ryou sees plates full of wonderful looking food. He also sees several new people sitting around, looking up at him.

“Sorry. I got lost.” Ryou whispers as he walks over to Yugi who pats an empty chair beside him.

“That's okay. I use to get lost all the time.” Malik smiles over at Ryou from across the table. Marik sits on one side of him while Zemti is on the other, Hikaru sitting next to the other boy.

“Ryou, let me introduce you to every one.” Yami speaks from the head of the table on the other side of Yugi. “You remember Zemti and Hikaru.” The two boys wave in between bites of food. “Beside Hikaru is another one of our sons, Mikado.” Ryou looks over to see a small boy, similar in size to Yugi, with the same tri-colored hair as his parents smiling over at him.

“Nice to meet you.” His voice is soft and low.

“Three seats down from you is Drake. Seto and Joey's son.” Yami motions past Ryou who looks down to see a tall boy with sandy blonde hair and ice blue eyes pushing his food around his plate. “And at the end of the table is Saiai, our oldest.”

“Hello.” The boy at the end of the table is as tall as Yami; his tri-colored hair and dark purple eyes match his parents and brothers.

Ryou gives each boy a shy little smile before turning to his plate. He starts eating his scrambled eggs quietly.

“So there you are.” Yugi smiles as Seto and Joey enter the room. Seto pops the back of Yugi's head as he passes behind him to sit a seat away from Ryou, Joey moving to sit in between him and Drake.

“Watch it.” Yami warns. Seto just rolls his eyes.

“Morning sweetheart.” Joey leans over to kiss Drake on the cheek before digging into his food.

“Morning pop.” Drake's deep voice, almost as rough as Seto's, fills the room.

“I hear that dad caught you two in a bad position this morning.” Saiai tries to hid a smile as he looks over at Seto.

“I didn't think it was a bad position. Did you pup?”

“Father, please. I do not need to hear this.” Drake runs a long fingered hand through his short hair.

“Since you don't want to talk about that, maybe we should discuss my missing sword.” Seto's icy eyes watch his son closely as Drake takes a deep intake of unnecessary breath.

“Okay, so I took it. I'll give it back to you after breakfast.”

“You know all you had to do was ask.” Joey says between bites.

“Yes, but father would have said no.”

“True.”

“Pup, whose side are you on?”

“No ones. Its settled. Drake will give it back and he's sorry. Aren't you?” Joey silently knocks his knee against Drakes under the table.

“Yes. I'm sorry father. I won't take anything from you again without your permission.”

“Wonder where Bakura is.” Marik looks over his shoulder to the door.

“Oh, he said he would be here later then he fall back to sleep.” Ryou looks over at Yami.

“Which means he's not coming.” Yami rolls his eyes as he looks over to Marik. “Would you go deal with him. Drag him here if you have to.”

“Why me?”

“Cause I don't feel like dealing with him this morning.”

“Why not Seto?”

“He's busy.” Yami points down the table at Seto with his arm around Joey. The tall brunette is in deep conversation with his son.

“Fine. But you owe me. If he comes here in pieces don't blame me.” Marik mumbles as he starts to get up, but a small hand stops him.

“I'll go get him.” Malik pushes himself up from the table.

“Um, I don't think so.”

“Its okay, you just sit and eat.” Malik kisses the top of his mate's head before leaving the room.

“You do realize that if he hurts Malik, I'm killing him, right?” Marik looks over at Yami, who just shakes his head as he continues to eat.

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“Bakura. Wake up.” Malik leans over the lump of still covers in the large black and red bed. “Wake up.”

“Go away.”

“Not until you get up.” Malik reaches out to touch the young Majestics' shoulder.

“Touch me and die.”

“I don't think so.” He shakes him.

“Why won't you leave me alone?” Bakura turns over, pushing the covers down to reveal his nude chest as brown eyes look at the boy beside his bed.

“Because I want to talk to you. And don't give me that look. You know you wouldn't hurt me.”

“Are you sure?” Bakura sits up reaching to his bedside table to retrieve a small dagger.

“Yes, I'm sure.” Malik hits the other upside the head with his hand before taking the dagger away and placing it back on the table.

“Ouch.” Bakura rubs his head, looking at Malik with a mix of anger and surprise.

“Don't think I fear you. I had to deal with Marik and he's much scarier than you are.” Malik sits on the edge of the bed beside the boxer clad Bakura.

“Not many people have the courage to hit me. Not even the others.”

“Yeah well, I know you won't hurt me. You're nice.” Bakura chuckles. “You are. But the reason I'm here is I want to talk to you about Ryou.”

“What about him?”

“You need to be nice to him. It's good that you're getting a personal slave. You've been alone for far to long. You need someone.”

“I don't want anyone.”

“Yes you do. You need someone to talk to, to listen to, maybe even to love.” Malik looks over at Bakura whose head is down, causing his hair to shield his face. Reaching out he pushes the silken strands behind Bakura's ear.

“Who would want to love me?” His voice is barely a whisper.

“Don't say that. You're smart, brave, and not to mention sexy.” Malik smiles over at a grinning Bakura.

“I know that.” Bakura looks over at Malik. “He doesn't like me. You know that.”

“I wonder why he doesn't. Maybe because you threatened to kill him?”

“Maybe.”

“You have to be nicer to him. He's scared. This is a new place for him. His whole life has been running and hiding from vampires and now he's living with them. He needs someone too.”

“He has you and the others. Ain't that enough?” Bakura gets up from the bed to go to his closet.

“No it isn't enough. I saw the way he looked at you last night when you came to supper. He was practically drooling.” Malik watches as Bakura rummages through his closet.

“Can you blame him? What is all this?” He points to right side of the closet.

“Those are Ryou's new clothes. And don't change the subject. Do you think he's cute?” All he hears is a mumble. “What?”

“Yes, okay. I think he's beautiful. Happy now?” Bakura exists the closet wearing a pair of tight white jeans, a dark red shirt covering his head.

“Very. But not completely yet. You need to tell him that.”

“I don't think so.” Bakura sits by his bed to put on his white sneakers.

“Oh but I do. He thinks you're this big, bad, mean Majestic. Which means he won't make the first move. So its up to you.”

“But that is what I am.”

“Not really. You just act like it. You act tough in front of the other Majestics but with us mates you're always nice. Kinda.” Malik stands up and rubs his belly. “And you can't honestly tell me you don't want one of these.”

“Whoa. You never said anything about making him my mate. Just being nice to him as my personal slave.”

“For now. But I have a feeling you will want him to be with you forever.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Because I know you.”

“You've been here the shortest out of all the mates. What makes you think you know me better?”

“Because I'm here talking to you and you're talking back. With any of the others you would just make snide remarks or not even talk at all. So I say you like me.” Malik smiles as he walks towards the door. “Now get you're butt to the dining room. And be nice to Ryou. Oh and don't make him call you master.”

“Or what?”

“Or I'll have Marik talk to you next.” He grins as the door shuts behind him.

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