Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Late Nights ❯ Late Night Parties ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter two: Late Night Parties

Tira loved the feeling of wind through her hair. That was the reason she never wore the jet-black helmet that resided in the compartment beneath the cushioned seat of her motor bike. She grinned wildly and swerved dangerously around another sharp corner, the few people who drove that late at night shook their fists at her and her friends. She would only smirk darkly at them, which shut them up, and continue to ride.

In no time at all they reached their destination, Hott Peppa's, which was a very famous pub. The story behind what made it so famous was mostly the quality of the setting inside the pub, drinks, and the fact that no vampires ever attacked. Some thought it was because the manager was a vampire and had sentries to guard the pub, while other rumors said that there were many white magic wardings covering the place. Tira knew exactly what prevented vampire attacks. It was the fact that the very ground on which the structure was built had centuries past been a school that taught the art of White Magic. The residue that such a school had left behind warded vampires and the like away, which caused more humans to flock there than anywhere else.

Tira and her two best friends, Shanna and Lizzy, parked their bikes outside the establishment and strode up to the entrance. Billy, one of the guards that you had to show your ID to, waved at them and let them in instantly, making people who were waiting in line moan and complain, which earned a glare from the bulky man.

Tira patted Billy on the shoulder as she passed and winked, making him blush slightly before smiling handsomely.

Yami and the other two slipped inside easily without the `guard' noticing, and followed the girls stealthily through the crowd. The White Magic residue annoyed them to no end, but it did them no harm.

Tira slipped off away from her friends with a wave and they all separated to do what they did every time they came to Hott Peppa's. Tira headed off to one of the tables that were off to the side and took a seat, waiting for someone to come by to take her order. She watched Lizzy dance with unsuspecting victims in amusement and was glad when a serving girl finally popped by.

"I'll have a `Shirley Temple' please with a Caesar Salad on the side," she said with her deep voice, which surprised the serving girl immensely.

"Sure, that will be $14.59, will that be all?" the girl on Roller Blades asked dutifully as she wrote down the order on a pad of paper, with the table's number.

"Yes, that will be all." Tira handed the bubbly girl the money and muttered a small `thank you' before going back to her thoughts of the fight earlier that night. Her hand unconsciously moved up to her neck, but she felt no scar because her magic had already healed the small bite. She stared off into space and was surprised to snap out of her musings and find a `boy' sitting across from her. She raised a cool eyebrow at his sudden appearance and waited for him to speak. She blinked when the `boy' spoke in a deep voice.

"What, may I ask, is your name?" Yami asked.

The `boy' that sat across from Tira looked at her with a dark look that made her feel uneasy. "Tira," she answered simply, seemingly not caring in the least who Yami might be. She dutifully resigned herself to asking, "Yours?" when silence had laced between the two for a time.

Yami smiled at Tira from across the table and answered deeply, "Yami, it's a pleasure."

Tira inwardly frowned when `Yami' gazed at her with a dark expression, with his voice lowered seductively, though no lust showed bluntly on his features. She smiled icily at Yami before turning away to stare off into space again. Soon enough her order came around, and she dug into her Caesar Salad with gusto, though politely.

Yami smirked when he noticed how hungry she was, but wasn't surprised in the least after he had witnessed so much blood drained from the girl. His smirk grew however when he realized that she would be hard to `win over' in the human term of it, though he called it something completely different… The Game of Seduction…

Tira noticed the smirk that was clearly displayed on Yami's face but chose to pretend ignorance, and acted like she hadn't seen a thing. She became curious however when she noticed his face become slightly thoughtful, but decided to ignore that nagging little fact that bothered her.

Yami eyed her `Shirley Temple' (If that's how you spell it, it's some sort of liquor that has sugar stuck to the rim that I had seen at a restaurant, I don't know what it tastes like though… ) and decided to be bold. He picked up the glass and drew Tira's slightly curious eyes. He sipped seductively at the rim of the glass and closed his eyes as the rich taste filled his mouth like candy, and the sugar that stuck to the rim was slowly licked off the glass by his tongue.

Tira's eyes had become slightly less guarded, and she watched Yami sip her `Shirley Temple', mesmerized. Her half-innocent look became dark once again however when she saw the seductive look on his face when his eyes were closed. She brushed one of her legs against his slightly, and swore she saw him shiver from the contact, though his expression remained intact.

The glass was lowered from Yami's lips, and he tried to hold on to the feeling the contact of her leg against his had elicited. He opened his slightly lustful eyes and gazed at the perfect woman who sat across from him. She was so beautiful in every way that he couldn't believe she was `just' a human. He placed the glass back on the table, and was surprised when her hand reached out and took it from his grasp; their hands touched momentarily though long enough for pleasure to shoot down his spine. He wanted to both smirk and frown at the seductive look that was on HER face when she sipped the `Shirley Temple'.

Tira was about to explode in laughter! She just found this `boy' SO AMUSING! It had seemed at first that he was human, but she knew better, and suspected that he was a VERY old vampire if he'd been able to hide his presence from her for so long. She thought to herself, `Maybe I should reveal to him that I know he's a vampire… Nah, that'd ruin the fun of it all!' She inwardly smirked as she put down the glass and stared at Yami with half-lidded eyes.

Yami's pants tightened during the whole time of Tira's `performance'. He tried to keep lust from his eyes but began to fail miserably… this girl just had this affect on him! He was shocked that SHE could arouse a MILLENIA YEAR OLD PHAROAH VAMPIRE so EASILY!

Tira smirked slightly when she sensed the sexual tension that hung in the air. She was slightly surprised herself when she noticed that her panties were wet, and that she was aroused by this vampire. Half of her was shocked that a vamp could affect her so strongly, and the other half couldn't give a rat's ass as long as he got in her bed. `Part of the personality disorder…' she thought to herself in annoyance, `How utterly inconvenient.'

Yami wanted to know what was on the vampire slayer's mind at that moment, because he could see a battle in her eyes, though he could not distinguish it. He watched the small war wage for a moment before he finally took notice of her eyes… changing colour? Huh? Yami blinked and realized for the first time that her eye colour changed with her emotions. He watched as it turned from mysterious violet to an innocent bright-blue and back again, as if in conversation…

Tira was having a hard time getting her personalities in order. She'd named all the different personalities according to her eye colour so it was easier to deal with instead of names. At the moment, Bright Blue was arguing with Violet that the perverted thoughts Violet was thinking were not innocent. Violet told Baby Blue that she didn't give a damn, and wanted to get Yami to bed anyway, when Baby Blue argued that she wanted to keep her mental virginity. Tira shook the colour/voices from her head and trained her attention back on Yami.

Her eyes turned back to emerald green, and Yami saw that Tira was back to normal. He decided to let Tira keep her secrets to herself and changed the conversation to something harmless… well, maybe not ALL that harmless… he wanted to find out what `profession' she was in… "Tell me Tira," he started conversationally and was proud to note that Tira was slightly surprised that he was able to have a decent conversation, "what is your profession?"

Tira stared at him for a moment, on the inside mistrusting while naughty Violet told her she couldn't care, and that they should just head back to his or her own home and have a little fun… or a lot… "I'm a professor at a university, I teach certain types of `civil' magic that can be used against vampires and the likes, either as an extra curricular subject, or a full out class. You?" she said truthfully.

Yami was surprised when she spoke the truth, for he could tell with his vampire powers, and answered her truthfully as well, "I am a CEO for Tech-No-Co. My life's a bore and I go to bars for kicks. Tell me, what types of things do you teach students at this university?" he asked and didn't allow her time to comment on his job.

A smile slowly formed on Tira's face, an honest smile, though small. It quickly disappeared and she told him simply, "I teach White Magic."

Yami raised an eyebrow. "Anything else?" he asked curiously.

Emerald eyes eyed Yami suspiciously for a moment before she answered truthfully yet again, "I also teach a little of the more complicated black magic to the students who were smart and lucky enough to pass the black magic instructor's classes. However, I don't teach the complicated black arts to any student who I… know… will either abuse the ability or not use it when they are supposed to, like to destroy the undead for instance."

Yami stared curiously at Tira for a moment before asking carefully, "What is your professor name?"

Tira turned now hard dark emerald eyes away from Yami for a moment, deep in contemplation. "I am Professor Necro, a Necromancer of types and am therefore one of the Undead Slayers/Banishers. Why do you ask?" Tira suspected shock to be on the vampire's face, but all she received was a thoughtful look.

"So YOU are the famous Professor Necro that kills the undead every day and makes them STAY dead. Impressive, I've always admired you, and now I know you're as intelligent as they say." Yami turned to stare where those hard eyes had turned and spotted one of the `girl's companions, an extremely clingy pink-haired girl, all over the `lucky' boy she was dancing with. He raised an eyebrow at Tira when she turned her gaze back to him.

`Man, Lizzy's right, I HAVE gone too long without a decent fuck. Damnit. A while ago I'd said I wouldn't even sleep with a vampire to kill it, but look at me now, aroused by one that is at least a millennia old and is half-decent because of his wisdom and age. Damn this all to hell, and damn my over reactive hormones. Maybe Shanna was right, going without sex for three months IS unhealthy for you…' {{Damn right it is}} Violet thought back to her and sent perverted pictures through Tira's mind. Tira mentally glared at Violet and pushed the promising pictures from her mind.

Yami had the patience of years, but his arousal didn't. He became uncomfortable with the increasing pressure of his lower regions and thought of ways to… invite… her to his house…

Tira could sense the sexual tension increase, and could read through Yami's stoic eyes that he was becoming more uncomfortable by the moment. She sensed Violet smirk and Baby Blue retreat into the farthest reaches of Tira's mind to hide along with her last persona… the one with the insane blood red eyes…

"So tell me Tira," Yami began seductively, "where do you live?"

Violet caught this as her cue and pushed herself side by side with Tira into control, "You wanna know?"

Yami shivered when violet eyes stared him down, and he tried to remember when they had changed… Pleasure shot through his body with the mere presence of the violet eyed… and he wondered if THIS was Tira anymore…

Violet smirked sexily when she noticed Yami didn't speak, and stood smoothly and seductively from her seat. Amusement laced through her when Yami copied the movement just as smoothly, and she led the way through the crowd.

Tira tried to locate Lizzy through her and Violet's eyes and soon found her dancing with a white haired boy who had intense chocolate brown eyes. She called Lizzy's attention to her and was happy when the girl turned her eyes to meet Violet's.

Violet smirked at Lizzy and turned her eyes away, though not before sending her a mind message. {{Lizzy, tell Shanna of my `catch' when she's done with the blonde haired violet eyed guy she's with. I'm going to have some fun…}}

{{Violet? Since when have YOU been in control? And Tira, Are YOU there?}} Lizzy sent back.

{{{Yeah, unfortunately. Baby's hid in the recesses of my mind with… the blood eyed one… and Violet wants me to join her on this. **mental sigh** Though I can't blame her, Yami's is so… arousing…}}} Tira's mind voice was slightly dazed.

Lizzy was shocked when Tira admitted she was aroused, and quickly sent to Shanna {{Yo Shanna girl! Violet's takin' this Yami dude and Tira along for a ride! Go Violet! Finally got Tira to have some fun!}}

Shanna heard the mental cheering of Lizzy that accompanied the message and couldn't help but mentally smirk. {{Go Tira}} she sent to the now violet eyed girl.

Tira caught the message, as well as Violet, and was shocked that Shanna and Lizzy were cheering both her and Violet on. She sensed Violet smirk, and finally gave in to Violet's full control, though she still was still THERE, technically…

Violet smirked when Tira gave her the controls of the body they `shared' and began to weave sexily through the crowd, not touching a single person there, though it seemed impossible.

Yami watched as the violet eyed girl weaved like water through the crowd. He smirked when they reached the darkness of outside the pub, and followed her to her sleek-black motor bike.

Violet allowed Tira to take control so she could drive them home, and Tira did her `duty'.

Yami watched in surprise when Tira's eyes turned emerald again, and she lost the beacon-like sexual aura that surrounded her when she had violet eyes, but let it pass as she passed him a black helmet.

Tira didn't usually wear a helmet, but she didn't want her hair to get into Yami's face, so she survived. The ride was smooth and no traffic graced the roads as she spun her bike through the streets. Before she knew it, they had arrived at her house. It seemed to be small on the outside, but on the inside it was rather large for only one person to live in.

When Yami stepped into the seemingly small house, he was surprised to find it not as small as he had first thought. The front door led straight into the living room, with a well-sized kitchen through a small `arch' to his right. The kitchen had a table to the right and counter, fridge, and stove to the left if you walked into it.

He turned his attention back to the living room and followed Tira as she led him into a hallway that was on the far left of the living room. They passed an opened door that was on his right, and he noted the washing machine and dryer that sat there in silence along with other cleaning supplies like soap, a vacuum, and a mop.

He followed Tira to the second door that was closed, and followed her into it when she opened it and walked in. His eyes widened slightly when he saw the room before him. It was completely clean and neat down to the last crinkle on the bed, and everything was `in its place'. Another door caught his eye and he guessed it was a bathroom. The design of the bedroom was nice enough; the style was a strange mixture of violet, crimson, baby blue, and emerald green that seemed to look perfect although the colours were so different. The carpet, like the rest of the house, was baby blue. The walls were emerald green with a baby blue trim at the ceiling, doors, and corners and the doors were baby blue. The dresser was violet with crimson edges to the old and beautiful designs that were carved into it. The bed was a mixture of violet and crimson sheets while the posts were blue with a green trim. His eyes wandered over the queen-sized bed, and he silently praised her on how she had made the colours of the room blend together so well, since most of them didn't match…

Yami's attention turned back to Tira as she turned off her room's lamp. Candles flared to life in the darkness, and Yami watched Tira as she seductively glided toward her bed. She stood expectantly in front of it and watched him with glowing violet eyes. Yami glided silently through the partial-darkness and was soon upon her. He gently took her chin in his hand and lifted it to bless, or curse, her with a kiss.

The kiss was far gentler than Tira could have ever believed, and she soon broke through Violet's sex-crazed control and slipped back to the present. She could sense Violet's reluctance to let Tira have fun, but soon obliged and retreated into the recesses of Tira's mind to lay dormant with the others. Tira melted into the kiss, and her emerald eyes shut with a muffled moan.

Yami watched Tira when he kissed her and was slightly surprised when her eyes turned emerald and her sexily seductive aura dissipated to leave a softly seductive aura that hid power. He was pleased however when the Slayer so easily melted into his body, and he pulled her against him as her eyes closed and a moan resonated through her chest. Yami's hand slipped from her chin to the nape of her neck, and his other hand pushed the small of her back to him, to crush them closer. He had to stop himself from moaning because the pleasure that shot down his spine was so intense. His eyes turned crimson before they closed, and his canines lengthened to form fangs. He lightly bit on Tira's bottom lip with a single fang and was surprised when she willingly allowed him in. His slick and hot tongue moved along the contours of her mouth, and he reveled in the sweet and addictive taste that was Tira. Her taste was as addictive as blood was a necessity for him to live. He slowly drew her tongue out of her mouth and into his, and froze for a moment when he could feel her tongue slide along the fangs…

Tira was shocked when she found fangs in his mouth, and berated herself for forgetting he was a vampire. She decided to experiment, and slowly brought the tip of her tongue along the tip of the fang, where the small opening was where he drew blood from the flesh. (I'm sure that it's not really like that, but it suits my purposes) She wasn't ready for the response she elicited.

A shot of pleasure stimulated through Yami's fangs, and he almost collapsed from the intensity. His eyes rolled back behind his closed eyelids and he mentally begged her to do it again. Tira seemed happy with the response and continued to flick her tongue across the small hole of the other fang. Yami's knees almost buckled, so he quickly walked her to the bed before she could continue the torture, and lied her down softly on the satin covers. He rested her head on one of the pillows before breaking apart from her.

Tira growled slightly annoyed at Yami, but was surprised when he collapsed on top of her, trembling. She became worried, and tried to see his face, which rested right below her neck.

Yami hadn't had a `meal' in three days, and the stimulation to his fangs had made him hungry. He didn't want to hurt the perfect girl below him, strangely enough, so he satisfied himself with burying his face in the nape of her neck. His breath caught when his inhumanly sensitive nose picked up her sent, and he trembled when the hunger increased with a vengeance.

"Yami? Are you okay?" Tira asked softly, and tried to comfort the vampire that was trembling on top of her.

"Hungry…" was the only coherent thing she could make out from him, and soon realized that he probably hadn't fed in a while.

"Then you can have my blood, just don't take too much or I'll die from blood loss," she said softly.

Yami was shocked that she trusted him enough to allow him to drink her blood, and tried to push down the hunger that had increased ten-fold. His instincts wouldn't allow him to pass up the opportunity after being given permission and he soon felt his control slip away. He moved on top of her and put his knees on either side of her hips, and his elbows by her shoulders. He reached for her neck slowly and pierced the flesh on the junction between her neck and shoulder as painlessly as he could.

Tira shuddered from unexpected pleasure when Yami's fangs sank into her neck, and she squirmed, trying to get friction from their bodies.

Yami pinned her to the bed with his body as she squirmed beneath him. He greedily drank her blood, and used his vampire senses to find out how much blood he could take from her. He was surprised when he would be able to take a large amount, twice that of a regular human, from the girl without her being affected with anything more than slight fatigue. He slowed down his consumption and drew the blood from her as slowly as possible. The blood that went straight into his blood stream was filled with magic. Magic that had been purposely placed in her blood by the girl herself, for reasons he couldn't guess at the moment. Her blood flamed through his veins and his body was on fire with the intensity. The magic in her blood burnt away all of the other blood he had been living off of in his system and replaced it with Tira's own blood. Soon his whole body was filled with nothing but her and he hadn't even come to her limit yet. He drank slowly, and drew out the burning pleasure that ran through every nerve in his body, and began to feel better than he ever had in his entire vampire lifetime…

Tira had laced her blood with a strange mixture of magic that would benefit Yami the most, and was rewarded when he began to grow stronger and relaxed on top of her. She smiled to herself and relished in the pleasure that Yami's fangs elicited from her body as the blood was taken from her.

Yami eventually sensed that Tira had come to her limit and reluctantly pulled out of her neck. He licked the bite clean and gently sucked on it while rubbing his tongue along the holes, and waited for it to heal on its own. Sooner than he wanted, the holes healed, and he reluctantly pulled away from the inviting neck. He completely relaxed on top of her, his body exhausted from all of his blood being replaced with blood that was almost PURE magic, a trait of a necromancer's power. A soft sigh of fulfillment escaped his lips and he drifted off to sleep, feeling complete and full for the first time of his long life.

Tira soon fell asleep as Yami drifted, but a smile remained on her face throughout the whole night. She relaxed under his heavy, though comfortable weight, and welcomed the void of her unconscious mind where her other personas drifted…