Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Guess What? ❯ Guess What? ( Chapter 1 )

Hey! Guess what? It's my second lemony one-shot! Yes, I'm still practicing! I'm no good at writing lemons *Cries* Oh, fuck that. Anyways, I ask once again of you to tell me what you think.^^  

 

Guess What?

 

The beautiful, white haired boy walked down the halls of a large mansion that was his home. It was already nightfall and the twelve year old, got lost on his way back from the bathroom.

 

Lightning crushed outside, causing the young one to jump in fear. The boy stopped and clutched his heart, willing it to calm down. He started on his way again, only to gasp, as strong, cold wind hit him out of nowhere. He shielded himself with his arms and fell on his behind, not being able to withstand such force.

 

He finally felt the wind letting up and lowered his arms. He gasped, when two figures appeared down the hall before him. The boy scrambled to his feet and hid behind the closest armor, watching and waiting.

 

Another lightning stroke nearby the mansion, lighting up the hall, as well, as the two figures. The boy squinted and his mouth fell open. The two were males, but oh, so beautiful. Ryou had never seen anyone, as beautiful.

 

First man had silvery, white hair-so much like Ryou's- that fell over his shoulders and were a tad spiked. His skin was so pale it reflected the moon's light, giving him a menacing aura. Also from what Ryou could see, he had deep brown eyes, but in the night they might have been as well black. He was tall and seemed to be about seventeen. The muscles on his back tightened under the heavy cloak, when he crossed his arms and stared at the other one.

 

The second was a boy compared to the first man. He had beautiful, unusual, tanned skin and pale blonde hair. His eyes were a cold lavender and shone brightly in the dark. He was shorter, than the white haired one and seemed to be fifteen, almost sixteen. He didn't have well defined muscle like the other, but it was there. He crossed his arms as well, his short shirt showing off his stomach, as he glared at the whitey.

 

“So, tell me Bakura, why are we here, again?” The one named Bakura chuckled. “Because, my dear Malik, I found this mansion to be full of treat. I know you like fine tastes and I'm sure you'll find your fulfillment here, as will I.” Malik sighed. “I hope you're right, but if something happens, it's your fault.”

 

Ryou gulped, as long fangs glinted in dim lighting, when Bakura grinned at his partner. Another lightning crushed and Ryou squeaked, completely terrified. He heard the two men stop talking and pressed his back between the armor and the wall, hoping, he would not be found out.

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Another thunderclap rolled over the castle and Bakura's ears twitched when he heard a squeak. “Hush...” He clamped his hand over Malik's mouth and looked around the hall. “Did you hear that? What was that?” Malik bit down on Bakura's hand, causing the boy to yelp and hiss in pain. “What the fucks are you talking about? I didn't hear anything.”

 

Bakura frowned and studied the hall again, when he caught a flash of white, behind one of the armors. He put his finger to his lips and beckoned Malik to follow him. He smirked and quietly reached for the white, behind the armor.

 

Ryou squeaked again, as he was pulled away from his hiding place, by a strong hand. He soon came face to face with his captor. Ryou stared into the brown orbs of the man, who looked like an older version of him.

 

Bakura scoffed, turning to Malik. “See? I knew I heard a little mouse squeaking.” He grinned at the boy he still held by the back of his long nightgown. “You. What's your name?” Bakura put the boy on his feet. Ryou trembled all over, when the vampire threaded his clawed hand through his hair. “R-Ryou, g-g-good-d sir.” Ryou squeaked out. His fear reaching ultimatum.

 

Bakura chuckled, as he traced the boy's cheek with his claw. Ryou whimpered and flinched away from the alien touch.

 

Malik watched the exchange between his fellow vampire and the human. He smiled and walked up to the duo. He kneeled in front of the boy and spun him around, so his and Ryou's noses almost touched. “Hmm, you're a pretty one, ain't ya.” He pressed his lips to the trembling boy's forehead.

 

Ryou still trembled fiercely. `Who are these people? Why are they touching me?' Ryou shuddered more violently when Bakura kneeled behind him and nipped the back of his neck. “Ryou, do you know, what we are?” Ryou shook his head, indicating he had no idea.

 

Bakura smirked. “All right, we'll give you three guesses. If you guess correctly, you will be let free, if not, than we can do whatever we want with you. Deal?” Ryou nodded dumbly and Bakura picked him up and carried to the closest door. He opened it revealing a large bedroom and dropped Ryou on the bed. Malik plopped beside Ryou with a roguish smirk on his lips.

 

Ryou scrambled up to the pillows, his eyes darting from one male to the other. "I-If I may?" Bakura raised a brow. "Go ahead." Ryou gulped and nodded. "Um, w-what exa-exactly wil-will y-y-you d-do to me?" The boy stuttered. Malik chuckled, weaving his fingers through Ryou's silvery hair.

 

Bakura smirked and climbed on the bed and on top of Ryou. Ryou's eyes widened, as Bakura pinned him to the bed, his breath ghosting over Ryou's ear. "You'll be ours, little one." Ryou squeaked, not fully understanding, but catching the drift fairly well.

 

Bakura and Malik leered over the young one, forcing his imagination to create many disturbing images. Frightened tears slipped down Ryou's cheeks, as he tried to move up and away from the strangers. Malik licked the tears away. "Listen kid. If you want us to leave you alone, you better get that head of yours cracking. Remember, you have only three chances." Ryou nodded nervously and looked up at the two men. "Um, are you…? Demons?"

 

Bakura snorted. "No, but pretty close." Ryou let out a breath to calm himself. "A-are you, by any chance, linked to the shadows? Like, bats, maybe?" Malik and Bakura stared at Ryou, before they collapsed laughing. Malik giggled hysterically. "Oh, I think I see what you are trying to get at. And yes, kinda." Ryou nodded, pouting lightly. He personally didn't see anything funny about his question.

 

When Bakura and Malik calmed down, he asked with feeble confidence. "Sanguine*?" Bakura's smirk fell. "Damn. I didn't actually expect you to guess, but oh well." He sighed, getting off the bed. Malik stared after him. "Bakura? Where are you going?"

 

"Well, he did guess what we are…"

 

Malik snickered. "You're wrong." Ryou's mouth opened and closed for a while, as he couldn't make a coherent sound in his confusion. Bakura just stood there, equally confused. "What do you mean?" Malik twirled a hair in his finger, as he smiled mischievously. "You're wrong Bakura, and right. You see, he only guessed what you are."

 

Ryou looked at Malik, the confusion level rising. Bakura smirked. "Oh, yes. You're right Malik. How could I forget?" The both of them turned to Ryou who still looked like a fish out of water. Malik draped his arms around Ryou's shoulders, giving him a seductive grin. "You see, little mortal, Bakura is a sanguine vampire. I on the other hand am a vampire but not a sanguine. Guess what?" Ryou looked at him warily. "W-what?" Malik snickered and licked his cheek. "I'm a different type of vampire. I do not drink blood, like Baku there. I feed on your emotions and moods. I suck you dry of your very soul." He said tilting Ryou's head to the side and dipping his tongue into the boy's ear, suggestively.

 

Ryou whined. "That's just not fair." He murmured as the boy molested him, Bakura made his way back to the bed. "Looks like you don't have much luck. You belong to us tonight." Bakura murmured, licking and nipping at Ryou's neck; Malik raining kisses over his pretty face.

 

Malik smirked, pulling the strings of Ryou's mind, controlling him into relaxing. Ryou whimpered and lay limp, between the two fiends. He felt the collar of his nightgown being opened, revealing his neck and chest to sanguine.

 

Bakura smiled at Ryou. "Mmm, beautiful." A light blush stained Ryou's cheeks, as he turned his head away, his nose bumping into Malik's. Bakura attacked Ryou's chest, licking and grazing his fangs over the boy's nipples, drawing out a moan. Malik licked the prey's lips, sucking on the boy's lower lip. Ryou whimpered in sexual frustration, being young and inexperienced.

 

Bakura smirked. “Seems, our little lover is a complete pure and untouched virgin.” He winked at Malik. Malik smirked right back. “This will be fun.” The two fiends continued their ministrations on the young human.

 

Ryou craned his neck, baring the supple skin to the sanguine. Bakura quirked an eyebrow. “What is this? Why aren't you afraid of showing your graceful neck to a sanguine?” He asked, smirking seductively. “Does this maybe turn you on? Me sucking your blood, licking the droplets of it from your body in most intimate and precious of places?” Bakura moved to suck on Ryou's neck. Ryou cried out, when Bakura sank his teeth in, sucking the blood out.

 

He moaned, feeling even more aroused. His mind screamed at him that this was wrong, but he didn't care. It felt sooo good. He turned his head to the side, giving Bakura more access, arousal and pleasure taking the place of fear. Bakura's chuckle vibrated against his skin, as the vampire sucked on his neck, his tongue flicking out from time to time to cool the burning flesh.

 

Bakura pulled away and smirked, seeing a large, rose hickey on Ryou's throat, marking him as his. He looked at Malik. “Let him go. He's enjoying himself too much to run off on us.” Malik blinked, but nodded, letting go of Ryou's mind. The two were surprised, when Ryou lunged himself at Bakura and began ravishing the vampire.

 

Malik smirked, quirking an eyebrow. “My, my, I believe you were right, `Kura.” Bakura growled and flipped Ryou, back onto the covers and moved over the frustrated boy. His eyes glazed over with lust, as they began to heavily make-out. Bakura groped Ryou in various places, causing the mortal to mewl lightly.

 

The psi, watched on, as the sanguine and the little human, kissed in frenzied need. His pants becoming quite uncomfortable. Malik moved in and with a growl pushed Bakura away from Ryou. He attacked the boy's mouth, slamming his hips on Ryou's and grinding aggressively.

 

Ryou gasped, panting heavily, his head thrown back in pleasure, as he rubbed against Malik, his need for the vampire to take him, growing. His hands gripped the sheets, as they grinded into each other ferociously.

 

Bakura smirked and mounted Malik, softly pressing against the younger vamp's ass. Malik threw back his head in pleasure, groaning, as he was sandwiched between the two pale boys.

 

Malik quickly slid of his pants and pulled off Ryou's boxers, causing the boy to squeak.

 

Ryou gasped, throwing his head right-and-left at the intense pleasure, when naked flesh met naked flesh. Malik kept moving against Ryou in a steady rhythm, panting in sexual frustration. He peeled away Ryou's night gown and admired the beautiful, naked boy below.

 

Bakura smirked over Malik's shoulder, also mesmerized by human's exquisite beauty.

 

Ryou was writhing beneath them and had a look of pure bliss on his face. Little mews and pants, escaping his throat, as he gazed at them with glazed over eyes.

 

It took all of Bakura's self-control NOT to drool at the arousing sight. He splayed his hands on Malik's chest, slowly unbuttoning his short, burgundy button up shirt. Malik moaned lightly and leaned down, kissing Ryou on the lips.

 

The boy tasted divine and his mind was wide open for the psi to feed on. Malik moaned again, when Ryou's feelings and emotions mingled with his own. Passion, lust, need, pleasure, hot… love?

 

Malik broke away from the kiss, staring at Ryou, bewildered. He couldn't move his eyes away from Ryou's, as the brown orbs burned into his lavender ones. Bakura looked at Malik confused, when the boy stopped moving.

 

“Malik? What's wrong?” He inquired quietly, nudging the boy's ear with his nose.

 

~Love? What is love?… Do you know love?~

 

Bakura blinked, confused by his friend's sudden thoughts of such emotion. He licked Malik's ear. “Don't worry about it. Think nothing of it.” Malik shook his head. “It wasn't me Bakura who thought first of this.” He kept staring at Ryou, as he spoke to the silver-haired vamp. Bakura chuckled. “I see. Shall we continue?” He pressed himself into Malik's back again, earning a groan from him.

 

Malik pushed the thoughts aside and got back to ravishing Ryou, who by now was very hot and very bothered. He whined, when Malik licked his nose playfully. “Mmm, pretty little thing.” He murmured to the mortal and circled his finger around Ryou's entrance. The boy shivered with a gasp, as Malik inserted his finger inside, stretching him.

 

Above, Bakura quickly undressed himself and was doing the same to Malik, as Malik did to Ryou.

 

Preparing the white haired beauty thoroughly, Malik kissed him once more and raised Ryou's legs. “Are you ready, pretty?” He asked.

 

Ryou smiled lightly and nodded. He didn't mind at all, that a stranger would steal his innocence. A vampire. The one creature he was taught to hate and be frightened of. Trained to eventually kill them all for killing his great-grandfather…

 

He didn't care. Past was in the past, and if his neither grandfather, nor father could find the vampire and kill him, why should he? It had, after all, nothing to do with him.

 

Ryou smiled wider, as he thought about it, his mind partially clouded with pleasure.

 

He gave a chocked cry, when Malik entered him, slowly.

 

Bakura kissed Malik's shoulder blades and pressed himself into the tan boy's velvety heat. He bent over Malik's shoulder and kissed Ryou's forehead. He unconsciously mirrored Ryou's expression, as he smiled. “That's it little one. Just relax.” He said in a breathy whisper.

 

He also found himself taken aback by Ryou's eyes and the emotions that swirled within. He growled pulling out of Malik. He now understood what the tan boy meant.

 

Malik pushed into Ryou, in time with Bakura, as they set a slow pace. In. Out. In. Out.

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. And so on.

 

Malik sped up a bit, hitting something inside Ryou that made him cry out. “Mhm. I think I found it.” Bakura chuckled. “That I believe you did.” He said, slamming suddenly into Malik, causing him - in turn - to thrust harshly into Ryou, bringing forth a pained cry from the pale boy.

 

Sweat poured down their bodies, making them slick, as they moved faster, picking up the pace of their thrusts.

 

Ryou bucked his hips, meeting Malik thrust-for-thrust, as the vampire hit his prostate over and over.

 

Bakura rammed Malik, as their lovemaking became faster, rougher. Ryou moaned, clutching the sheets, until his knuckles turned white. He panted heavily, feeling his orgasm coming on.

 

Malik felt that Ryou was going to cum soon and stroked his sex, making the boy cry out in passion. He flicked his thumb over the head and stroked him, as he stroked Ryou from within, with Bakura setting a faster rhythm.

 

Ryou screamed, cumming onto Malik's hand and their stomach's, clenching his walls around Malik's straining member. Malik thrust in with a groan and came into the boy below.

 

Bakura bit into Malik's shoulder, lapping up the blood, he came into the tan boy.

 

They all fell onto the bed, spent from their sex-induced high.

 

Malik groaned and rolled off of Ryou, as Bakura lay on the other side of the mortal. He turned onto his stomach and brushed Ryou's sweaty bangs out of his eyes. “Did you like it?” He whispered, nuzzling into Ryou's throat. Ryou moaned. “Yes. I did. It was incredible.”

 

Bakura snickered and propped himself up on his elbows. “Tell me about it. I never knew that a fuck with human could be so good.”

 

Ryou blushed darkly and hid his face in his hands. Malik laughed and pulled Ryou's hands away. “Don't hide you eyes. They are so pretty.” Bakura quirked an eyebrow. “Hmm, hmm. Someone's infatuated.” He yawned lazily, as Malik glared. “Oh, like you aren't.” Bakura gave a nervous laugh and looked at Ryou, who was looking between the two of them, confused.

 

Bakura leaned over and kissed Ryou, as Malik ran his fingers through his hair. When he pulled away, Bakura was truly smiling. “I want to get to know you better. Maybe we should take you with us.” He suggested, looking at Malik.

 

Malik shook his head. “Don't look at me. If you want an answer, you should look for it in Ryou, not me.” Bakura smirked. “Smartass.”

 

A giggle from beneath caught the vampires' attention, as they looked down. Ryou was smiling, mirth shining in his eyes. “I want to go with you. I don't want to stay. They will only train me here to later go and hunt you down. I don't want that. I want to feel loved.” Bakura and Malik blinked, then looked at each other, before they pounced on poor, unsuspecting Ryou.

 

Hands roamed over his body, as moans escaped him. He kept on smiling. Who would've thought, that he'd find love in a vampire. In two, no less.

 

Ghostly moans of passion whispered along the halls of the mansion and echoed off the walls, into the night.

 

*~*~*

 

That was kind of… fluffy? PWP? I have no idea. O.O………………… Um, review?

 

Side Notes: Sanguine*- A vampire who feeds on blood. In this story, sanguine is the only known vampire to Ryou, as they are the most common. He calls Bakura a sanguine, because in his mind, that's what a vampire is. A sanguine.

 

Malik on the other hand is a psi vampire. Short for psychic vampire. They, unlike sanguine, feed on feelings and emotions.

 

Those are the two more general types of vampire, as there are different stereotypes, throughout the world. The most popular vampire type is a Romanian vampire.

Romanian vampires feed off of blood and sexual energy. They look human, with the exception of elongated fangs and claws. They need blood and sexual intercourse with humans to sustain themselves.

 

End Notes.

 

That was just in case someone got confused with the whole psi, sanguine talk. ^^