Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Kourui ❯ Chapter two ( Chapter 2 )

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A week passed inside the Incubi’s tender care. A week in which Ryou’s dreams steadily grew smuttier and smuttier; to the point that he would wake with a raging morning-glory each day.

The white-haired boy grew in other fashions as well. The food was excellent and the incubus forced quite a lot of it on him. He soon found out that the apples and honey was a daily breakfast for the other man, even though it wasn’t to his tastes.

Ryou found himself putting on rapid weight. Because most people don’t put on two kilos in under a week. The white haired angel chalked it up to the fact that he was eating four meals a day. Morning tea was a fairly large serving. Large enough to classify as a meal in and of itself.

The Incubus said that he had put himself on the waiting list to see the gods in a second week’s time as they were ‘booked out’. He’d given Ryou a rather small tour around the castle, as most of the rooms were labeled ‘out of bounds’. Ryou had almost tried to sneak into one before Bakura had caught him and sent him on his way.

Luckily, there was a library. The most wonderful place Ryou had ever been. He couldn’t read, but he liked looking at all the beautiful illustrations in some of the books and guessing what the stories were about from there. It smelt strange and funny, but he enjoyed pouring over the pictures and the different little trinkets around the room. He asked Bakura for some paper to draw on and tried his hand at copying some of the pictures. It wasn’t easy, and most turned up mutilated and queer, but he kept trying, spending most of the days drawing until his fingers were red and callous’ made themselves know. But he found that he began to pick up little tricks and talents for the task, and it was something he enjoyed immensely.

And then there was Friday evening.

Bakura had come out of his work-room looking incredibly angry and said that there would be guests for dinner. As though guests for dinner was a horribly awful thing.

Sure enough, as Ryou dressed in some of the nice clothing his host had supplied and brushed his long hair over his shoulders, he heard voices downstairs.

Straightening the red vest he examined himself in the mirror. The white tunic was a little too big for him, and it hung almost to his knees. The pants were some kind of hide and he had to use a belt around the waist so that it stayed up. And there were no shoes in the whole place that did fit him. His hair, shiny and soft, fell over one shoulder. He looked… he looked like a girl. The human scrunched his nose up in distaste. Wasn’t it enough that he was having sinful dreams about other men, but to appear like a woman?

His father would beat him for simply thinking it.

Sighing, as Ryou knew there was nothing to be done, he marched out of the room. Barefoot.

The voices downstairs got louder as Ryou approached and the human soon picked up the conversation.

“I told you to stop playing with your food, didn’t I?” A man’s voice growled. Deep and resonating like a tiger.

“Mother, I hardly consider that one food.” Bakura’s gravelly voice replied.

Ryou slowed down and took his time. What were they talking about?

“Still, it has been in your house a week and all you’ve been doing is toying with it? You shouldn’t be so heartless.” A second new voice spoke. It was a gravely but deep voice, and it reminded Ryou of Bakura’s voice, but different… sweeter, almost.

What had been here almost a week? A pig? A deer? Was that special dish they’d had the previous night… dog? Ryou unconsciously crept closer, slowly and silently looking over the balcony into the reception hall below.

There were three demons standing in the hall. The first was Bakura and Ryou found it interesting to note that the incubi’s wild hair had been tamed a little and brushed over his shoulders. There were small horns on the back of Bakura’s head that Ryou had never noticed before, and he briefly wondered if they would be good to hold onto while Bakura thrust inside of him. These thoughts had been increasing greatly lately and he barely noticed himself think it. Ryou had never seen Bakura looking so menacing; the black tunic and pants that the incubus wore seemed to radiate his displeasure. His scaled wings were folded, but the edges fluttered as though restless.

Then there was the first of the guests. A short man with multi-colored hair, there were flashes of black, blonde and pink racing through his hair that spiked backward and up above his head. A pair of black horns were almost unnoticeable on his head and Ryou only realized they were there because of their gleam from his vantage point. His eyes were large and Ryou caught flickers of red as they moved around. He was almost half the height of the other two demons, and even his scaled wings seemed smaller. Ryou stifled a little laugh at the idea of a miniature demon being stuffed into a purse. The miniature demon wore a pair of black pants, secured by a jeweled sash that held them up. he wore no shirt and Ryou could see a very gently etched stomach, as though he did exercised out of a desire to look good. Tattoos curved over his muscles in an interesting assortment, and Ryou crossed himself briefly, as some of them looked like evil symbols. A collar wrapped itself around the miniature demon’s neck, looking strangely out of place.

The third demon was a tall brunette with brushed, well cropped hair that did not spike unusually like the other two’s did. His wings were just folding as Ryou watched and the human noted that he had small claws on the end of his. He was tall and imposing, an air of authority clung to him, which Ryou found was probably because he was taller than the other two demons. His muscles were well-toned and his body was balanced and lithe. A robe clung to his flesh and left little to the imagination- which was vivid as Ryou was discovering. And then Ryou caught a glimpse of those dark blue eyes the hard way, as they flickered up to meet his own from his vantage point.

“Good evening.” The brunette demon called out.

Ryou stepped back, surprised and guilty he’d been caught eavesdropping. He swallowed. Well it wasn’t like it had been a private conversation, and he had been in plain view! The human suppressed a squeak and gave the appropriate reply. “Hullo.”

He made his way down the stairs and came to stand on the ground, not sure if he should offer his hand to shake or not. The three demons didn’t seem much happier once he was on the ground. Well, they might have, but Ryou could definitely feel the strain in the air, three pairs of eyes were looking at him and Ryou suddenly felt like he was a piece of meat. A piece of meat in a crowded butcher’s shop. A piece of good meat in a crow- he swallowed and forced these thoughts from his head.

“How do you do? My name is Ryou.” He announced.

The brunette’s solemn expression broke into a smile and he reached out a hand. “Good evening, Ryou. I am Seto, Bakura’s father.”

And Ryou blindly gave the demon his hand, realizing too late that it wasn’t a handshake as the demon raised Ryou’s knuckles to his lips and gently pressed a kiss to the human’s flesh. His lips were soft and enchanting, and Ryou found himself falling into those gorgeous dark blue eyes. Like molten jewels they were.

“Stop it!” Bakura hissed, slapping Seto’s hand away from Ryou.

The human blinked, realizing that he’d been toppling; Bakura was there, quickly righting the white-haired angel. “I feel dizzy.” Ryou murmured.

Bakura pressed a cool hand to Ryou’s forehead and the world stopped spinning. Ryou stood on his own and pushed away from his host. “Thank you…”

Bakura was glaring at his father, who seemed to have an amused expression on his face.

“Seto! Have some common courtesy.” The miniature demon hissed, wings fluttering slightly. He turned to Ryou and extended a hand. “I am Bakura’s mother, Yami.”

Ryou shifted uncomfortably, slowly extending his hand. They shook, gently and quicker than was polite before Ryou snatched his hand back. “How can you by Bakura’s mother… you’re a guy…”

“Most of the time.” Bakura grumbled.

“Huh?” Ryou glanced at his host.

“What he means to say is… I’m not an incubi. I’m a succubus- we’re not bound by gender.” Yami explained.

“Wait so…”

Yami smiled. “Sometimes I’m a woman.”

Ryou’s eyes widened. “But… but… that’s not possible.”

Bakura cleared his throat, a cool hand settling on Ryou’s shoulder to steer the human around as he started walking. “Magic.”

Ryou felt heat rise to his face as he imagined that had going lower, pulling up his tunic, slipping between his legs and… no, no, no! Why was he having all these smutty thoughts? He was just thinking of ways to express his gratefulness to Bakura. That was it. It was subconscious. All subconscious and nothing to do with the fantasies that he had every night. The ones that made him gasp and moan. When he would wake up and –swear- Bakura was in the room with him, thrusting inside of his body. Where those wings would curl around his body and he’d touch them, feel their soft, fleshy texture. And…

“- place well?” Bakura’s voice was talking and Ryou realized that he’d been asked a question.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that?” The human coughed discreetly.

Bakura smiled. “I said, you seem to be getting used to this place well.”

Ryou thought about that for a moment. He had bruises that were slowly healing, he was eating full meals and… and life seemed to be going well it would be a shame to leave. “I suppose.”

“The realm you come from seems ghastly. I can’t imagine why you would want to return.” Yami said.

Ryou opened his mouth to defend his world only to find himself agreeing. “Neither can I.”

Did he really enjoy this world so much?

The human dared a glance at the succubus and incubus adults who were quietly bringing up the rear.

If Bakura’s parents were like that… did Ryou have a chance? In this strange and sinful world…would he submit to his inner demons? No! No! He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He wasn’t one of /those/ people. He would go home. Go home like he said he would.

Bakura still had an arm around Ryou’s shoulder and the human made a conscious effort to shrug it off softly. Bakura liked to touch people, Ryou had noticed, but it drove the human insane with all his fantasies. Did he really want to do those things? Part of him was mortified at the idea the other part of him-

“So tell me, what are the demons like in your realm?” Seto was asking.

Ryou blinked. He’d dazed off again. “The… the demons in my world?”

“Yes. I imagine they’re different from us.” Yami had joined his… erm… husband? That didn’t sound right- Yami had joined his /husband/ in the question. No… that couldn’t be right. Because they were both male. And that was against God.

And Ryou wanted to go to Heaven. And… “There aren’t any demons walking around in my world. I mean… the church says there are demons. But they work in the heart of men. And there are vampires.”

“Vampires? Damn plague, that species. Lower demons. Pitiful.” Seto chuckled.

“Well, I don’t know about what they’re like here. They’re really dangerous though! They steal away virgins in the night and corrupt them. They drink the blood of their victims and…” Ryou shivered, “they commit…” he lowered his voice, “they commit… sexual acts on women AND men.”

The result was not what he had expected. The three demons blinked almost simultaneously and then Seto and Yami burst into laughter while Bakura’s mouth twitched like he was trying not to laugh very –very- hard.

They were outside the dinning room and Bakura gave Ryou a gentle shove in through the door.

“And that’s it? Hah! And here I thought they’d be powerful creatures of darkness. That’s little more than… than an imp!” Yami laughed.

Ryou found himself pouting, upset that they thought these things were so funny. “Well, it’s not like anyone’s ever met a vampire.”

“So that’s all heresy?” Seto asked.

“No. The Church told us that.” Ryou explained.

“Ohh. Church? To which God?” Yami asked.

Ryou blinked. “But there is only one…”

Bakura had a gentle hand on his arm again, guiding the white haired angel to his seat. “This world is different. We don’t have a single God like yours. Now… why don’t we talk about something else, eh?”

The incubi shot a glare at his parents.

Seto smirked openly while Yami hid a smile behind a yawn.

“So, tell me… what do you understand about us incubi?” The brunette asked. He seemed a little –too- interested in Ryou for Ryou’s liking.

Was he… was he…thinking about Ryou in… in… a sexual way? No way! He was a married man! Married /to/ a man. And now Ryou had images of himself and Bakura on a honey-moon boat on a lake. And it would be night, and Bakura’s hands would be sliding over Ryou’s shoulders, gently caressing his soft skin. And Ryou would say his name and- “You’re demons… but you’re not demons… and you live… like humans… but not…” Ryou muttered absently.

He looked down, finding soup in front of him. He hated soup.

“Drink the soup.” Bakura said as he sat down with a meaningful look at Ryou.

Ryou pouted more, grinding his teeth. What was Bakura? Psychic?

Seto was chuckling again, and Yami as well. “You haven’t told him anything about yourself, have you Bakura?”

Bakura took a spoonful of his soup and swallowed. He looked even angrier, if that were possible. “No. I haven’t.”

“Then why don’t we educate him?” Yami asked, smiling politely at Ryou.

Ryou decided to break eye-contact then and play with his food.

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“No!” Bakura hissed. He’d been fighting his parent’s subtle magics off the human since they arrived. His father had caught the sexual aura that Bakura was weaving around the white haired angel and almost overwhelmed it with his own lustful desires.

And just when he’d hoped Yami would –not- show her lustful nature… she had. She’d been subtly trying to –seduce- the bloody mortal the old fashioned way and had given up.

Yami pouted at him, obviously aware that Bakura had just slammed a shield over the middle of the table. Seto’s magic was still pushing against his shields, his father hadn’t gotten up to this new one imposed for the succubus yet.

Bakura had been pissed off that they’d invited themselves over in the first place. While he couldn’t exactly say no because they were his parents, he knew they’d try to sample this rare and new mortal boy. And they were both much more powerful than Bakura was.

It was an age thing.

Yami had been a great seductress in her day- she was more powerful than Seto- but her talents had waned in male form. And Seto refused to have another child- he didn’t want to risk having sex with the female Yami- which meant that she relied more on her magics. Seto had just always had the raw talent for seducing. It was no wonder he was in charge of a city or two.

Bakura wasn’t interested in their worldly pursuits, he spent most of his time researching magic and secluding himself from the world. Besides, the last time he’d let his parents talk one of his pets into an orgy, his father had been a little too rough on Bakura for the incubi’s liking.

“Um… so… do you visit Bakura often?” Ryou squeaked out.

Bakura smiled inwardly, still glaring at his parents. That was the human he knew and was seducing. Change the subject. Absently, he sent another gentle fantasy Ryou’s way, watching as the human’s eyes slowly slid in his direction. Ahh, Ryou was getting worse at hiding the effects and Bakura was getting better at reading into what the boy liked. He didn’t want to be in charge, and often, during their dream-times, he said ‘no’ when he wanted more. It became increasingly vivid when Bakura pushed onward anyway, and Ryou enjoyed it even more. The mortal was attracted to dark things. Bakura sent the human a fantasy about him shooing his parents away and clearing the table with one powerful swipe of his hand; he’d throw Ryou on top and shove into him, hard and fast. Ryou bit his lip, spoon twirling in one hand brainlessly.

“No. We’re here to meet his new meal.” Seto purred. His dark eyes hadn’t left Ryou’s features. He wasn’t worried that Bakura was in the middle of making that meal tender. Seto probably got off on that.

“Meet… /meet/ the meal?” Ryou asked after a pause when he realized he was supposed to be speaking.

He really was too adorable when he did that. Bakura found himself smiling and sipping soup happily. He wanted more apples.

“Yes.” Seto purred, taking a spoon to his mouth and swallowing the soup, he licked the spoon suggestively, battering on Bakura’s shields a little more and shooting the younger incubi a glare out of the corner of his eye.

Ryou, thankfully, was completely unaware of the whole battle going on around him and finally had a bit of soup. He grimaced and put the spoon down.

“Drink your soup.” Bakura instructed again. He felt like a mother with a little child.

Ryou was pouting again but Bakura frowned, his eyes narrowing with the promise of pain if he wasn’t obeyed. Ryou quickly began to dig into the soup like an obedient child.

“Admit it; you’re not playing with him.” Yami spoke in their own language.

“He is merely a pet. Nothing more.” Bakura growled back.

“Then why are you mothering him?” The succubus asked.

Bakura finished off his soup and clapped his hands, calling up the next course. “I’m not mothering him.”

“Listen to your mother, Bakura. Yami knows mothering when he sees it.” Seto informed him. giving his son a pointed look.

“What on earth was all that?” Ryou interrupted them.

“All what, Ryou?” Bakura asked, glad for the interruption.

“The strange words and sounds you three were making.”

“We were just suggesting cooking ideas to Bakura.” Seto murmured. He shoved a little harder against the shields and Bakura fed more energy into them.

“Perhaps we should stop, honey. Bakura is getting angry.” Yami spoke.

Ryou looked at Bakura as though expecting the incubi to say something in defense of this statement. “Surely not, Bakura isn’t angry, are you?”

“Yes. I am.” Bakura hissed out. “And would you –stop- trying to undermine my delicate work on him!” He growled in the native language.

Yami held up her hands defensively, backing her magics off.

“But son… surely you want to have a large feast? And as your father I think it is my duty to instruct you in these manners.” Seto continued, still determined to screw around with the human.

“… uhm…” Ryou began, obviously starting to pick up on the more personal implications in all their innuendos.

“The last time we broke the roast in half, /father/, if you don’t remember. I had trouble walking for a while after you stabbed me as well.” Bakura growled, tearing open his bread-roll savagely.

Seto grinned. “I promise I won’t stick my knife in you again, if that’s how you feel about it.”

“…uhm…” Ryou’s bright, beautiful eyes were darting between the two incubi.

“Why don’t you and I step outside and let these two say what they need to say.” Yami suggested.

Bakura frowned at his mother. Yami was up to something. She was always up to something. “No, that’s quite alright, /mother/. I just don’t think I’ll be sharing this one.”

Seto took up his knife and fork and began to cut up the meat on his plate, glaring at the white haired incubi.

Ryou had sunked further into his chair and was picking at the vegetables with his fork.

A heavy silence descended.

~ To be continued…

Sweet notes: awww fuck. >.< I knew this was going to happen. This story is going to end up with more than two chapters. Fuck. >.< Reviews?