Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Engulfed in Darkness ❯ Chapter 8

[ 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 Eight
by Ravenx

An anguished scream rocks off the stone walls of the basement hallway. The torches flicker from a slight breeze as a couple of rats run from the noise, their small feet making no sound on the cold, rough floor. Another scream cuts through the stale air.

“Shh…its okay Malik. Just breathe.” Yugi holds the pale blonde in his arms, running his hands up and down the shaking back.

“H…hurts.”

“We know. Just relax.” Joey moves one hand over the quivering boy's stomach, his other hand clutching his own stomach.

“Can't…Raia…Raia won't stop moving…wants to…wants to come out…now.”

“Oh, please just cross your legs or something.” Joey whines out.

“Not…not funny.”

“Sorry.”

“I think Raia's coming one way or another. We need to find something to…to cut…to prepare for…you know what I'm saying.” Yugi looks over at Joey.

“Yeah, but Yugi there isn't anything down here for that.” Honey colored eyes look around the small cell.

“Find any…anything…please just he…help get him…out.” The last word comes out more of a scream as Malik's small hands fist in Yugi's shirt.

“He's kicking pretty hard.” Joey whispers.

“I can…feel that Joey.” Malik snaps.

“Shh…Malik. We're going to be out here in no time and a Healer can bring Raia into this world like he is suppose to. And you'll get to lay in your comfortable bed and hold him while you give him his first bottle. And Marik will be there to tell you…”

“Malik!”

“Huh?” Yugi looks over his shoulder as the door across from their cell is thrown open to reveal Marik.

His black boots covered in mud and what looks like blood, the long blue jeans he wears are ripped up and down his legs revealing dirty pale skin. The black muscle shirt he wears is missing its right sleeve, revealing a claw mark on his upper arm, the material of the shirt covered in different colors of demonic blood. More dirt covers his arms and face, his left eye brow is cut with a trickle of blood running down the side of his face. His glowing silver eyes search the room until they land on the three in the cell, blinking his violet eyes watch his lover's pained yet happy expression.

“Marik!” Malik reaches out to his mate.

“Kitten.” Marik stalks over to the cell door, grabbing the cold bars and pulling until a large creaking fills the room. With one final jerk the door snaps away from the cell, Marik throws it across the room and runs to Malik, falling on his knees beside his mate. “What's wrong?”

“Raia wants to come now.” Yugi says as he gently moves Malik into Marik's arms.

“Kitten? You okay?” Marik kisses his mate's sweating forehead.

“Hurts, Marik.” The pale blonde buries his head in Marik's dirty neck, his arms wrapping around his mid-section.

“Yugi?” Upon hearing his name Yugi looks toward the door to find Yami.

The tight black leather pants that Yami wears has a tear from his mid-thigh all the way to his ankle on his left leg, showing off a pale shin with a light bruise forming. His black boots, like Marik, covered in mud. His long sleeved gray shirt torn with sprays of blood all over it. The dark purple eyes that matches his bruised right cheek look over into the small cell, he smiles when Yugi bolts up and runs to him.

“Yami, you're okay.” Yugi jumps into his mate's arms, wrapping his legs and arms around him.

“Oh, Yugi, I was so worried.” Yami holds him tightly, kissing the side of his thin neck.

Yami moves off to the side of the room with Yugi still in his arms. Footsteps are heard down the hall before Seto appears. His dirt covered brown boots click across the hard floor as he walks. The tight brown leather pants are covered in mud and different colored blotches. The tight fitting, dark red shirt he wears is slashed across the stomach, a small horizontal cut can be seen through the material. His right hand clutches at his blood-covered sword. A cut on his right cheek has blood flowing down his dirt covered face. Piercing blue eyes fall on Joey still in the cell.

“Puppy?” He races over, his sword clinking to the floor as he falls to his knees, his arms wrapping around Joey.

“Seto.” Joey whimpers.

“What's wrong? Where are you hurt? Are you in pain?” Seto's eyes roam over his mate's body, landing on his stomach.

“Its okay, just a little cut. Nothing more. How about you?” Joey's long fingers reach out to touch the slash underneath Seto's shirt.

“I'm fine. It'll be healed before tomorrow night, what about you?” He lifts Joey's green shirt up to look at the small cut to the right of his stomach. “What did this? The dagger in Marik's room?”

“Yeah, I tried to stop him but he was too fast. Crept up on us. I tired my best to stop him, I did some of those moves you taught me. But he lunged at me, I got caught by surprise when I felt the dagger, he knocked me out. If I had only been stronger, faster, then maybe we wouldn't be here.” Joey cries on to Seto's shoulder.

“Don't blame yourself. I never taught you how to truly fight because I thought I would always be there to protect you. Guess I was wrong. But I'm proud of you. If you did anything that involved messing the room up then you did good. But you shouldn't of fought. You should of ran for one of us.” Seto rips the bottom of his shirt completely off and wraps it around Joey's mid-section.

“Yugi was going to, that's why I was fighting to distract him but it didn't work.”

“Just forget about it, okay puppy?” Receiving a nod Seto kisses Joey passionately.

“How did you know we were here?” Yugi asks as Yami sits him down on his feet.

“We caught a spy that helped Pegasus get into the mansion. Tortured him until he told us where you were.” Yami kisses Yugi's forehead.

“I told Drake to make him pay for getting you hurt and kidnapped.” Seto says, looking into honey eyes.

“Where are the other boys?” Yugi asks.

“Saiai is out in the woods holding back the demons that attacked us when we got here. Zemti and Hikaru are at home worrying and I made Mikado stay behind to get prepared in chase any of you were seriously hurt.” Yami brushes a strand of blonde hair behind Yugi's ear.

“Enough talking, we can do that at the mansion. We need to get Malik back now.” Marik steps out of the cell, Malik wrapped tightly in his arms, his pale blonde head resting on Marik's bare shoulder.

“Where's Ryou?” All eyes move to the doorway.

Bakura stands in mud covered white sneakers and tight low riding, dark blue jeans. An open tear above his right knee shows off a large bruise. His loose, short sleeved black shirt is covered in more dirt and blood, a rip across his left side reveals dirt covered skin. Bakura's narrowed brown eyes look around the room while he brushes his messy hair out of his face and away from a cut on his jaw.

“We don't know. He was never brought in here with us. They just said that Pegasus had something special planned for a little friend.” Joey says as he limbs out of the cell while leaning on Seto.

“You okay?” Seto whispers into his mate's ear.

“Yeah, just hit my knee on the sofa in Malik's room.”

“Guys, now would be a great time to leave.” Marik says as he rocks Malik gently back and forth in his arms, the smaller boy grimacing as his body shakes in pain.

“Right, but what about Ryou?” Yami looks around.

“I'll find Ryou, you guys go back to the mansion.” Bakura starts to move back out of the door.

“You sure you can find him on your own?” Seto calls.

“I can smell his fear.” Bakura shouts as he heads up the stairs.

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Ryou jumps as the door to the almost bare bedroom opens. Seeing the lumpy, green demon causing him to leap out of bed and stand on the opposite side that Pegasus stands on.

“Now, now. No need to be jumpy. Seems that we're having a little problem. I seem to have surrounded myself with complete morons. Our time is short but I can assure you that it will be quite pleasant, well, at least for me it will.” Pegasus smiles as he moves around the bed.

Before the small white haired boy can jump to the other side a large, clawed hand grabs the front of his white tank top, pushing him back against the wall.

“Let go of me.” Ryou yells in the smelly face of Pegasus, reaching out with small hands to push at the demon's rag covered chest.

“Getting a back bone, are we?” Pegasus laughs as he throws Ryou across the large, creaking bed. One of his clawed hands ripping the tank top off of the quivering body.

“No…please…don't.” Ryou tries to kick at the demon before his legs are sat on. His hands continue to try and push the nasty green beast off of him, but to no avail.

“I promise it will hurt less if you stop struggling.” Pegasus reaches down to rip at low riding white leather pants surrounding Ryou's legs.

As the boy fights to loosen his legs from under Pegasus, the demon only manages to rip a small slash across his upper thigh. Ryou groans as he feels a small amount of his blood pouring from the wound. Smirking down at the boy, Pegasus bends over to kiss him. His long tongue snaking out to moisten his cracked lips. Ryou's brown eyes squeeze shut as those lips move closer to his, he turns his head only to have it jerked back by a clawed hand.

“No…no…don't.”

Both the demon and boy jump as the door is slammed open. Two pairs of eyes, one gold, the other brown, look toward the now open door where a very angry vampire stands.

“No one touches what's mine.” Bakura bares his fangs as his silver eyes look upon the bed.

“How dare you interrupt us.” Pegasus stands, his claws popping as he forces them to grow longer and sharper.

Ryou looks back and forth between the vampire and the demon before jumping off the bed and running to the corner of the room. He pulls his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them he hinds his head behind them. Only his brown eyes peaking out from behind them, still watching the two deadly creatures in front of him.

“How dare you touch something that doesn't belong to you.”

“But he belongs to you?”

“Yes.” Bakura growls as the two begin to circle each other.

“How can this be? He is not your mate. He doesn't have the scent of you, or anyone for that matter."

“He is my personal slave.”

“That doesn't mean anything in our world and you know it. He is free to be taken.”

“Enough. You are going to die for kidnapping him, for daring to touch him.” Bakura moves forward, his fist flying through the air to land on Pegasus' cheek.

The green demon staggers back, a hand reaching out for the wall to steady himself. With a growl, Pegasus launches at the vampire, his clawed hands slashing through the air hoping to hit flesh. Bakura dodges back and forth, ducking out of their reach. Smirking he kicks his leg out, hitting Pegasus on his shin, forcing the demon down on one knee. Bakura spins around, delivering a round house kick to Pegasus' head. The demon falls to floor, grunting.

“This is way too easy.” Bakura laughs as he reaches down to grab at the white hair of the demon.

Before he knows what happened, Bakura is flying across the room. He lands with a moan against the wall, sliding down it slowly. Looking up he sees the demon smiling over at him.

“I'm not that easy to kill, little one.”

“I really hate it when people call me that.” Bakura seems to fly back across the room, landing just in front of Pegasus.

A round of punches are thrown at each other. Pegasus knocks Bakura back onto the bed, moving fast he jumps on top of the vampire. His claws plunging down at his pale face, quickly Bakura moves his head, the claws embed themselves in the old mattress. The white haired vampire kicks his legs up, forcing Pegasus to fly over his head and onto the floor near Ryou, causing the young boy to yelp in surprise and wrap his arms tighter around himself.

Pegasus growls as his golden eyes look to the boy for a moment before he rolls away from him, barely missing the sneaker covered foot that lands where his head was seconds before. Not delaying, Bakura reaches down and claws at the demon's back, dark green liquid running out the cut and onto the vampire's hand. The creature makes it back to his feet in time to dodge Bakura's next attack.

As the vampire move towards him with his claws ready to dig into flesh, Pegasus ducks down. He slams his right fist under Bakura's chin causing the vampire to flip over in the air, but with the grace of a cat he lands on his feet, silver eyes narrowing at the demon.

“I assume your friends have already taken back their mates?” Pegasus tries to put a hold on the fighting in order to catch his breath.

“Yes. To leave them with only a few demons guarding them wasn't very smart.” Bakura lands a side kick to Pegasus' gut.

“I was hoping they were stronger. I guess I was wrong.” The demon grunts out.

“You should know by now that you weak demons are no match for us vampires. Especially us Majestics.” Another front kick hits Pegasus under the chin causing him to fall back into the wall.

“Maybe we can work something out.” Pegasus smiles as he holds his hands out in front of him. “It seems I am not as strong as I once thought. You must have become more powerful. No harm came to any of their mates, or you personal slave. So why should I be killed?”

“Because you touched what is mine.”

Bakura punches the demon in the face, again and again. Green blood coats the wall, floor, and the vampire as he continues to pound into the demon. Even after Pegasus stops moving, Bakura leans back and kicks him several times in the stomach, chest, and head. After realization sets in that the demon he is beating up is no longer alive, Bakura steps back and looks down at the destroyed body.

Hearing a noise behind him, Bakura turns, his eyes still silver, his fangs and claws still elongated. Ryou now stands in the corner, his thin arms wrapped around his bare chest, his bright brown eyes look down at the green blob that just a few moments ago tried to rape him then up to the silver eyes of his savior. Without a moments hesitation he runs over to the vampire, jumping into his arms and encasing the green covered body with his arms and legs.

Taking a moment to recover from his previous fight, Bakura blinks, his eyes returning to normal, his teeth and nails becoming blunt again. He slowly wraps his arms around Ryou's nude back, rubbing circles on the taunt flesh. Ryou cries onto his shoulder, his hands working through Bakura's dirt encrusted hair.

“Thank you, thank you…I was so scared…thank you, Bakura.” Ryou kisses the vampire on his neck, his eyes closed tightly as he continues to cry.

“Shh…its okay. I'm here now. No one will ever touch you again without my permission.” Bakura turns his head, kissing Ryou's soft cheek.

“I…I want to go home. Please…can we go home?” Ryou ask into Bakura's neck.

“Of course.”

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The hall outside the Majestics' rooms was long ago filled with the vampires who claim the rooms. Tapping could be heard as Saiai lets his fingers bounce on the wall. His dark, black jeans ripped and covered in mud and blood. The tight fitting black shirt he wore is long gone, replaced by a bandage around his left shoulder. His shoes, like the others', were removed at the door due to the dirt encasing them.

“Saiai, baby, stop that.” Yugi looks beside him, at his son. His small arms are wrapped around Yami's waist, his tri-colored head pressed against his mate's chest. Hikaru stands next to the two, his arms around both his parents and his head resting on Yami's bare shoulder.

“Sorry, dad.” Saiai steps closer to his parents and brother, one hand reaching out to rub up and down Yugi's back.

“Is daddy going to be okay?” Zemti looks up from his position in front of Marik whose large arms are wrapped around his shoulders from behind, his chin resting on his son's head.

“He'll be fine. Mikado is taking good care of him.” Marik mumbles as he tightens his grip on his son.

“Yeah, soon you'll be a big brother.” Yami smiles across the hall at the two pale blondes.

“You gonna help take care of Raia?” Joey asks Zemti from his place in Seto's arms beside the tri-colored vampires.

“Yep. I'm going to be the best big brother there is.”

“You're back.” All eyes look to the door at the end of the hall where Drake is walking toward them.

“Sweetie.” Joey runs up to his son, encircling him in his arms.

“Hey dad. I'm glad you're okay.” Drake whispers in Joey's ear.

“Where were you?” Seto watches as his son and mate walk toward him, Drake stopping to receive a peek on the cheek from Saiai.

“Getting rid of the scum. You two okay?” He runs his fingers over the bandages around his parents middles.

“We both had encounters with the pointy end of swords.” Joey smiles as he kisses Seto's shoulder.

“So you killed him?” Yami asks the tall sandy blonde.

“Yeah, it wasn't any fun after a couple hours of torture.” Drake leans against the wall in between his parents and Saiai.

“Did he ever say why?” Marik's pale violet eyes look across the hall.

“He said we treated the Created like human slaves when they should be our equals. Pegasus promised he would do just that, let them rule by his side as his top warriors.”

“Who was it?” Joey reaches out to hold onto Drake's hand.

“That little punk Rex. But don't worry, dad, I took real good care of him.” After kissing Joey on the forehead he leans back, his other hand going to intertwine with Saiai.

“That guy always freaked me out.” Yugi snuggles further into Yami's chest.

“He's taken care of. We have to worry about Pegasus. There's no telling what he'll try next. We need to keep out eyes open and form a plan as soon as possible.” Yami looks around at the other Majestics who nod in agreement.

“That won't be necessary.” All eyes snap over to Bakura entering the hall, Ryou curled up in his arms.

“What do you mean?” Seto asks.

“The bastard is dead. He won't be bothering us again.” Bakura moves to lean against the wall on the opposite side of the door leading into Malik's room than Marik and Zemti.

“Is Ryou okay?” Joey's worried honey eyes look over the boy.

“Yeah, he fell asleep about half way home.” The grip on the white haired boy tightens as the door beside Bakura opens to reveal Mikado.

“Zemti, Marik, would you like to meet Raia?” He smiles over at the two.

“Cool, can we really?” Zemti bounces back and forth of his heels as he pulls away from his father's arms.

“Yep, just be careful.” The short tri-colored hair vampire moves to the side to allow the young boy to enter.

“How's Malik?” Marik's pale violet eyes search Mikado's dark purple ones.

“He is okay. A little tried but okay.” Marik nods as he enters the room, closing the door softly behind him. “Malik wants to see them for a minute and then he said you guys can come in and see Raia.”

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“ Kitten?” Marik walks over to the bed quietly.

“Hey Marik.” Malik smiles up at his mate from his propped up position in the bed, his arms are wrapped around a small bundle in a tan blanket. Zemti is laying on the other side of the bed, his head on Malik's shoulder. “Why don't you say hello to Raia.” Malik moves the edges of the blanket away from the baby's face.

Marik smiles as he looks down at the slightly red face of Raia. Small hands are formed in fist, punching lightly into the air. A light dusting of pale blonde hair covers the baby's head, barely open violet eyes look around in wonder.

“Isn't he cute, father.” Zemti brushes his fingers through the soft fuzz of hair.

“He is absolutely beautiful.” Marik reaches out a large finger to brush against a little fist, instantly Raia's small hand curls around his father's finger. Marik smiles, his eyes never leaving his newborn son. “How are you feeling, kitten?”

“Good. Well, I can't really feel anything from the waist down at the moment but I'm not in any more pain. I'm so glad we got here in time.” He chuckles as Raia pulls his father's finger down to his mouth, gumming it. “I think he is hungry.”

“Any bottles in here yet?”

“Nope. Zemti will you go get one?” Malik's older son nods as he slides off the bed. “And tell the others they can come in.” He calls as Zemti reaches the door.

“Okay.” Zemti leaves the door open behind him, his quieted voice can be heard before the others start to come in.

“Feeling better Malik?” Yugi is the first to the bed, standing beside Marik who has moved to sit next to Malik at the head of the bed, his finger still getting gummed on by his new son.

“Much.” Malik looks up to make sure every one is in the room before looking back at his son. “Every one, I'd like you to meet little Raia.” The room is filled with ahhs and ohhs, Raia giggling around his father's finger.

“He is adorable.” Yugi runs a small finger down a tiny arm. “Can I hold him?”

“Sure.” Malik lifts the little bundle up to Yugi, Marik removing his finger.

“Hey little guy. I'm your Uncle Yugi and this is your Uncle Yami.” Yugi looks over his shoulder at his mate.

“He looks like he will be very strong, Marik. You should be proud.” Yami states.

“I am.”

“Dad, you didn't introduce me.” Hikaru pokes Yugi's ribs.

“Oh, sorry. Raia this Hikaru, he is kinda like your cousin.” Yugi looks up at his youngest. “Is that better?” He giggles.

“Yes.” Hikaru smiles.

“Don't hog him Yugi, let Joey hold him.” Yami whispers in his mate's ear.

“Sorry, here Joey.” Yugi carefully walks over and hands the small baby to the tall sandy blonde who smiles down at the sweet face.

“Ouch.” Joey moves his head back to dodge the second fist heading at his chin before he giggles. “A little fighter, huh? Must be going to grow up to be a Destroyer.”

“I bet he'll be as big and mean as Marik.” Seto smiles over Joey's shoulder.

“No, he'll be sweet like me and Zemti.” Malik smiles from the bed.

“Well, since Yugi introduced himself, I guess I should do the same. I'm your Uncle Joey. The tall guy behind me is your Uncle Seto. And this handsome young man over here is your cousin Drake.” Joey turns the baby around to look at the taller sandy blonde man standing beside him.

“Hey little guy.” Drake whispers as he shakes a foot that has slipped out of the blanket.

“And every one forgets me, I guess.” Saiai speaks for the first time from behind Drake.

“Oh, Saiai, baby, I'm sorry. I didn't see you over there.” Yugi smiles around Yami's arm.

“And that's Saiai, another cousin. He is Yugi and Yami's oldest son as well as Drake's boyfriend.” Joey giggles as Raia kicks his leg up toward the tri-colored vampire.

“Hey! Let Ryou hold him.” Bakura growls from the back of the group causing the others to turn and look at a blushing Ryou.

“That's okay, Joey, you keep holding him.” Ryou blushes as Bakura's arms tighten around his waist.

“I didn't know you were awake, Ryou. Here.” Joey moves over to the small white haired boy and hands him the bundle of tan blanket.

Everyone laughs as Raia reaches up to take a lock of white hair in his fist. Ryou smiles as violet eyes look up into his brown, Raia giggles as the boy gently rocks him back and forth within his arms. Bakura looks over Ryou's shoulder, smirking as the little one sticks his tongue out at him before giggling again. Ryou chuckles silently.

“Looks like Ryou is good at this baby thing.” Malik observes from the bed with a smile.

“Here you go dad.” Zemti returns to the room with a bottle of dark red liquid. He gently gets back on the bed next to Malik.

Bakura removes his arms from around Ryou and gently pushing him in the direction of the bed. Taking the hint, Ryou goes over and carefully hands Malik back his son. He looks over at the bottle then looks back up at Malik.

“What's that?”

“Blood. A new born Natural needs nothing but blood for the first three months.” Malik holds the bottle to Raia's mouth and smiles as the small lips latch onto the nipple.

“Ryou, come on. We're going to bed.” Bakura calls from the door.

“Okay.” He looks back down at the feeding baby for one more second. “Bye guys.”

The others say their good byes as he walks to the door. He stops as Malik calls his name.

“Come back tomorrow and you can hold him some more.”

“Okay, thanks.” Ryou smiles as Bakura yanks him out of the room and down the hall.

TBC
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