Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Snow ❯ Lost Lover's Embrace ( Chapter 9 )

Snow

Chapter 9

 

Dark figure sat on tall black throne in vast ballroom. Her pale hands hanging lazily at her sides, as her feet were propped up on the hand rest. Long, slender fingers drumming against her naked thigh. An exasperated sigh escaped her lips, as she stared at the sparkling, crystal ball. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Hah, such a pain.” She muttered. “And here I hoped for some destruction.” Crazed smile crossed her features. “Oh, well.” She flicked her wrist, the crystal ball disappearing.

 

“ISHIZU!” She let out a piercing scream.

 

Figure of the Egyptian girl, scurried hurriedly into the room. “Yes, my mistress.” She bowed low, so her hair almost touched the ground.

 

Herrut snorted. “Clothe me, would you, dear?” She said, gesturing to her naked form. Ishizu nodded and went to the other side of the room and disappeared through the door. Herrut smiled. “What a nice girl.” She cooed, her face turning into a scowl. “Hn, to the business at hand.”

 

At that moment, Ishizu entered, carrying silken clothes, suit for a pharaoh. Herrut grinned. “Ah, perfect, Ishizu. You know me well.” She purred, catching the girl's chin with her long, claws. “I'll do it myself, you go find those two idiots of priests.” Ishizu nodded, when she let her go and walked out of the room.

 

Herrut turned back to the throne, where her clothes were laid out. She put on first the knee long sarong, tying it with golden sash and then the sleeveless purple shirt. On top of it she put the white shirt, cut on the sides, from arm to hip, revealing the purple shirt underneath. She smirked at the jewels left and adorned her arms heavily with golden bracelets, as well her neck with thick, golden bands. Heavy earrings, dropped from her ears. She didn't bother with a headdress, letting her ankle long, black hair, flow in soft locks. Brown eyes narrowed, when she heard shuffling outside the door.

 

Before anyone could knock, her voice boomed through the hall. “Enter!”

 

Two figures followed Ishizu, as all three of them bowed. She waved Ishizu off and sneered at the two men. “I need you to do something. I just hope, you'll be able.”

 

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Ryou sneezed lightly, when he woke up, scanning his surroundings warily. He found, he was lying against Malik's chest, as Bakura kept the fire going. They were in one of the few forests left on earth. Beautiful, green trees covering the starless sky above, as moon shone black, through the heavy, dark clouds. Ryou sighed and leaned away from Malik, trying to somehow get out of the vampire's embrace. Surprisingly enough, Bakura didn't notice him.

 

The mortal teen made his way to the silver-haired vampire and sat beside him, clutching knees to his chest, to keep himself warm. “Bakura?” He inquired quietly, when he heard soft, regular breathing. “Hm, he's asleep.” Ryou muttered to himself, brushing Bakura's hair behind his ear to see his face better. “Bakura?” He asked a bit louder, peering at the sleeping face. Ryou had no time to blink, when he suddenly found himself pinned to the soft ground.

 

Bakura stared at him with sleepy, confuse gaze, as his hair spread across the ground, creating a pale, silver halo around his head. The whole boy seemed to glow. “Ryou? What's wrong? Why did you wake me up?” He muttered, irritated.

 

Ryou shivered. “Sorry, I didn't mean to.” Bakura sighed and lay his head on Ryou's chest, the beating of his heart lulling him back to sleep. “Well, then I'm going to sleep. Good night.”

 

Ryou blinked repeatedly. “Bakura? But---You... You can't just...” He shut up, when again he heard soft breathing of the sleeping person and moaned in irritation. “That's just not fair.” Came the soft mutter. He didn't notice though, as Bakura grinned slightly.

 

The night was quite and peaceful, even though, Ryou could not fall asleep. His chest heaving with sighs every now and then. He finally groaned in frustration and gently tried to roll Bakura off of him.

 

That was unsuccessful, as Bakura fell on the ground with a dull `thump'. Interesting. Ryou thought, when the vampire didn't so much as stir. Seems that he's a heavy sleeper. He quirked an eyebrow and stood up.

 

Wandering further into the woods, Ryou found a fairly large clearing. Crystal, clear water sparkled, as fireflies flattered above, Ryou's eyes wide with awe. Such a place. It's absolutely mythical. And to think that there is still war going on and blood shed every day. He lowered his gaze, somehow feeling depressed all of a sudden.

 

Small smile crossed his lips and he shook his head, hair flying about his face. I shouldn't think like that. Quickly stripping, Ryou took off his knee long, dirty robe, followed by pants. He lowered himself into the water, taking the piece of clothing with himself and gingerly began scrubbing at it.

 

The brown material of his over long shirt slowly turned washed out beige. Ryou smiled and hung it up on the nearby branch to dry, as he started on washing his pants. When that was done, they were hung up too and Ryou let himself float on the water, enjoying the rare moment of relaxation. A peaceful smile broke out on his face, as he dipped beneath the surface, swimming to the bottom, covered with golden sand and different stones and even shells. Ryou shot up from the bottom. He took another, deeper breath and went under again. He scanned the dark waters, picking up random shells, checking if they were clear of any holes, or any slimy stuff.

 

When he came up again, he had a total of ten shells in his hands. He sat in the shallow water and scrubbed away at them, making their surface shine.

 

As Ryou was occupied, he didn't notice a pair of eyes staring at him. Another pair joined.

 

“Hm. I didn't know you were such a peeping tom, Bakura.” Said Malik jokingly, receiving a scathing look from Bakura, turned into a dirty grin. “So?” The pale man bit back.

 

Malik shook his head and made his way towards Ryou. “Where are you going? Trying to get a better view, are you? Who's the pervert now?”

 

Malik quirked an eyebrow at his partner in crime. “You've got one of the dirtiest minds, I've had the pleasure to encounter.” He muttered and began to strip. Bakura simply watched, as Malik joined Ryou in the spring.

 

Ryou turned his eyes from the task at hand, when someone slipped into the water beside him. He blushed, but smiled none-the-less, when he saw it was Malik. “I see you woke up.” The pale boy questioned. Malik nodded. “Yeah, it's kinda hard, when a Bakura tries to strangle you for warmth.” Ryou giggled. “Oh, come on.”

 

The two chatted quietly and Malik even helped Ryou clean the shells. Bakura stood among the shadows of two, very tall trees and watched Ryou's every movement. The boy was graceful in everything he did. Bakura's shoulders slumped, as he exhaled and finally made his way to the two younger boys. He too, slipped in on Ryou's other side. He smirked, when Ryou jumped, startled once again from his work. “That was quite a wake up call, little one.”

 

Ryou blushed at the remark. “Oh, so I woke you up after all?”

 

Bakura chuckled. “Yes, but not all the way.”

 

“Baku's a heavy sleeper.” Said Malik. “One time, I tried to wake him up for an hour and that was when townspeople were running around, screaming their heads off, because Tarhas decided to attack.”

 

Ryou smiled nervously. “Ah-hah.” He moved away from the two vampires and dived under water for a moment, coming back up to wash his hair out of the grime.

 

Bakura and Malik watched, as Ryou ran his fingers through his hair. “He's really beautiful, isn't he?” Malik sighed, never letting his eyes stray from Ryou. Bakura nodded. “He is. Remember, how you first reacted, when we met?”

 

Malik grinned. “How could I forget?”

 

Bakura snickered. “You actually thought I was an angel.”

 

Malik pouted cutely, glaring at Bakura. “I can't believe how far I was from truth.”

 

Bakura shook his head and turned back to Ryou, who seemed troubled. He frowned and went over to the younger white-haired boy. “Ryou? Is something wrong?” Ryou looked up and smiled sheepishly. “Um, it's nothing really. I just can't get my back.”

 

“Maybe I could wash it for you.” Bakura proposed. Ryou blinked, a dark blush staining his cheeks. “Sure.”

 

Malik sighed; as he watched the two pale boys tend to each other. A memory of tan skin and haunting, lavender eyes invaded his mind. He quickly brushed away the tears that threatened to fall and dunked under the water to cool himself off.

 

Bakura rubbed Ryou's back in slow circles, loosing the boy's tense muscles, as Ryou, quite literally, purred. He moved his hands downwards from Ryou's shoulder blades to the small of his back. Ryou gasped slightly, but remained still, enjoying Bakura's caresses. The vampire slid his hands up and over Ryou's shoulders, entranced with the mortal's soft, pale skin.

 

“Ryou.” He breathed into the boy's ear, wrapping his arms around his waist.

 

Ryou started, when arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him into firm chest of another. He gasped lightly, as Bakura nipped his neck, kissing the small love bites. Ryou shivered and turned around to encircle his arms around Bakura's neck, bringing them into a lip lock.

 

Bakura moaned, when Ryou wrapped one of his legs around his waist, his arms tightening around his neck. The vampire let his fangs graze the insides of Ryou's mouth, drawing out sinfully sweet blood. He moaned once again at the coppery taste of Ryou's blood mixed with his own personal taste of honey and spices.

 

Hands wound into his hair, brushing his silken strands with slender fingers, as they parted. Ryou's eyes were glazed over with passion. Bakura wasn't fairing any better, breathing heavily, he once again pulled the boy into another long, heated kiss.

 

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Malik sighed, as he walked through the woods, his pants slung low on his hips; he dried his hair with his shirt. “Fuck, I should cut my hair, that would save so much trouble.” He murmured, thoroughly annoyed, when he finally looked at his shirt, every inch soaked.

 

“Lovely.” He snorted. “Wonder what I'm going to wear now?” He smirked, as an idea came to him. “Well, I can always borrow some of Bakura's shirts. I'm sure he won't mind. After all, it was me who carried all of his stuff, when that idiot got himself sealed.”

 

A sigh escaped his lips and he plopped onto a fairly large boulder. He felt so lonely...

 

“Hello, lover. Missed me?” Purred a dark voice into his ear. Malik's eyes widened, as he spun around. “M-Marik? But what are you doing here?” He asked bewildered, but his eyes narrowed. “What do you want?”

 

Marik pouted. “And here I thought, you'd be happy to see me.”

 

Malik snarled. “You betrayed us, you bastard. To think, I actually loved you, believed you!” He screamed, but was cut off, by Marik's lips on his. “You may not have missed me, but I missed you.” He breathed and sealed their lips together again. Malik tried to fight him, push him off, but did he really want to?

 

He wrapped his arms around Marik's neck, deepening the kiss. “You, oh... Mm, shouldn't... Ah, be here.” Malik said between kisses, as he tried to talk with Marik's lips on his. Marik murmured something, their feverish passion smothering his words. Malik broke away, staring at him. “Huh?” Marik smiled. “I said, `that doesn't really help your argument'.” Malik's eyes watered. “I hate you. I should hate you. I am expected to kill you. Why can't I stop loving you, damnit?” He pressed his lips to Marik's. Marik's hand weaved itself into the smaller boy's hair, as they pressed closer yet.

 

Malik whimpered into the kiss, clutching Marik tightly, as if afraid to let him go. The elder laid smaller vampire on the grass, their kiss never broken. Malik turned his head to the side, breaking away from the kiss, as he panted heavily. Marik nuzzled his lover's throat. “You know, I was sent here to kill you...”

 

Malik whipped his head back to look at Marik. “What?!” He screamed, though further interrogation was stopped by Marik's finger on his lips, gently caressing the dark skin. “... But, I would never do it. I could never do it. I guess I'm a nomad. Here, I was sent to prove my loyalty to Herrut, by killing my only link to Bakura and this silly quest of yours.” Malik opened his lips to protest, but Marik pressed another kiss to his lips, silencing him. “But I won't do it, nor can I. Heh, seems I'm kinda like gypsies, since I'm loyal to no one, thus without a master.” Marik turned his eyes away from Malik. A slender finger underneath his chin, directed his gaze back to Malik.

 

“Did you sleep with anyone, after you left me?” Malik asked gently, his eyes shining with unreadable emotion.

 

Marik chocked. “Are you crazy? Of course not!” He spat.

 

Malik giggled and wrapped his arms around Marik's neck. “Well, then you are loyal. To me.”

 

The elder sighed and placed his ear over Malik's heart. “Yeah, but are you my master?”

 

Malik frowned and let out a sigh. “That, is for you to decided Marik. Being loyal to someone doesn't have to mean that you are a servant to that person. Me and Bakura are loyal to each other and we're just friends.” Marik quirked an eyebrow. “But doesn't Bakura have a master? I thought I heard him say something about that.” Smaller of the two giggled. “Yes, he did say. His exact words were, `Journey is my master, as moon and stars are my guides and I'm loyal to darkness of the night', or something other, but, yeah.”

 

Marik snickered. “Considering it was Bakura who quoted that, one would think, it'd be along the lines of, `Massacre is my master, as blood and murder are my guides and I'm loyal to chaos of the war.”

 

Malik cringed. “Actually, dear, that would be you.”

 

Marik scowled. “Damn.”

 

Malik smiled, fingering his love's hair. “Though, I think, soon Bakura will change his masters.” Marik raised his head from Malik's bare chest and propped himself on his elbows. “Oh? How come?”

 

“You know Ryou, right?”

 

Marik frowned, when he searched his mind for the name. “Oh! The kid that looks like Baku, right? Tastes delicious by the way.” He smirked with the last statement. Malik groaned. “Yeah, well, anyways. I think Bakura has it for him, because he's been dropping hints all around.” Marik's curiosity spiked. “Like what?” The younger frowned (pouted), pondering. “Well, for example yesterday, when Ryou couldn't control himself, while tranced, Bakura kissed him and they kept lips locked long after Ryou was back to normal. Bakura even moaned into the kiss!” The older vampire's eyes widened. “Really? Interesting.”

 

Malik rolled his eyes. “Yes, very, but I'd rather love you, now when I have that option.” Marik smirked. “Mm, you read my mind.” He leaned down to capture Malik's lips once again in a heated kiss. Malik coiled his tongue around Marik's, sucking on it and drawing out a long moan from his lover. Fingers danced over Malik's ribs, making him shiver with pleasure and need.

 

“M-Marik. I want you, I need you so much.” Malik gasped, grasping Marik's spiked hair tightly. Marik smirked, as he moved to the younger's neck, showering it with kisses and nips, bestowing little, kitten licks from time to time. He nipped at the collarbone sharply, drawing out a gasp and licked up to Malik's jaw, stopping only to suck on his Adam's apple.

 

Malik panted heavily, arching his back, his head falling back to give more access for his lover. He moved his hands from Marik's hair to his shoulders, slipping his heavy, black coat off.

 

Marik sat up, removing the coat and the white shirt, leaving him in pants and boots. He swayed his hips lewdly over Malik's stomach, giving him a view of his a tad too tight pants.

 

Malik grabbed his hips and pulled them to his face, as he nuzzled the older vampire's crotch. He used his teeth to open the pants and all but ripped out the button that dared to hold his lover's erection prisoner. His eyes glittered with lust and desire, as his tongue slithered out to lick the drop of pre-cum from his lover's tip.

 

Marik moaned, shivering in pleasure, trying to keep himself from simply taking Malik and fucking his mouth. He couldn't help, when he bucked against the heat that gave him so much pleasure and such torture. “Maaaliik.” He whined, finally getting what he longed for, as his member was wrapped in velvety heat of Malik's mouth.

 

The boy's tongue swirled around his erection, nipping the tip, then going to light sucking. Marik gasped, enjoying every touch against his heated manhood. He held Malik's shoulders to the ground, trying to support himself.

 

Malik extracted his mouth from Marik's flesh, only to place kisses on all the length and his jewels. He took one testicle into his mouth, sucking on it feverishly, as Marik's moans raised in pitch. His own member straining with every pleasured cry that escaped his lover.

 

Marik forced himself to move away from Malik's heavenly talented mouth and kissed him deeply.

 

Malik was disappointed when Marik moved away. He loved how the older man tasted and it was such a long time, since he tasted him. He moaned eagerly though into the passionate kiss that Marik brought him into.

 

The taller Egyptian's hands made quick work of Malik's pants and he stroked the smaller vampire's erection into rock hard. He slithered down his body and lifted his legs over his shoulders, as he moved to lick at the puckered entrance of his lover.

 

Malik gasped, then moaned, as a pleasured shudder went through his body. The wet muscle sliding in and out of his little love-hole. He panted erratically, mewling incoherently, as Marik continued to tongue-fuck him.

 

Finally Marik, satisfied with his job, lowered his lover's hips and mounted the boy. “Are you ready, love?”

 

Malik nodded quickly. “Yes, yes, get on with it. I want you inside me. NOW, god dammit!” He whined, wriggling his ass to signal that he was indeed very ready.

 

Marik chuckled at Malik's impatience and thrust into him in one, fluid motion. He kept on thrusting hard into Malik's body, hitting that one spot head on every time.

 

Malik threw his head back, blindly grasping the grass over his head, as he bucked his hips in time with Marik's deep, hard thrusts. He moaned, crying out every time his prostate was being hit. His back arched off the ground and Marik leaned in to press their chests together. Their bodies rubbed in frenzied passion, their lips crushing together in needy, sloppy kisses, as they desperately tried to melt into one.

 

Malik's tongue pried Marik's lips open and he invaded his mouth, re-exploring his lover's territory. Marik did the same thing, his hands running up and down his younger lover's body, pausing to pinch and torture his nipples.

 

“Mah-Marik! Oh, GOD! Yes!! Ah-ah, I-I'm... going to... to come... soon.” Malik cried out between pants. Marik growled. “I know, baby. I-...Ah! I'm not going to... Oh, yeah... going to last much longer... Either.” He ground out and grasped Malik's length, stroking it rapidly, as with one powerful thrust, he brought his lover over the edge.

 

Malik's cry carried over the woods, when he finally climaxed, spilling his liquid passion over his and Marik's chests. Marik felt his balls tighten and thrust in a few more times, before filling his lover to the brim. He gulped down the air greedily, as he fell onto Malik. He started licking the semen off of his chest, as Malik sighed in content, wrapping his arms around him.

 

“Marik?”

 

“M-hm?”

 

“Will you leave me again?”

 

Marik blinked. “Do you want me to stay?”

 

“What do you think?” Smiled Malik.

 

“I'll stay. I love you too much to bear to loose you again. I don't even know why I did it the first time.”

 

Malik nodded, yawning. “I'm sleepy.”

 

Marik smiled and brushed his hair out of the way, before he leaned up and kissed Malik's forehead. “Then sleep.” Malik nodded once again and dozed off, clinging to Marik in his sleep for dear life.

 

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Aww! They finally got together! ^^ And here we have our first lemon for this story. Hope you like. So, uhm, next chapter, I think it will be Bakura/Ryou lemon, but I'm not promising anything, so goodnight. It's 12:32 AM here in Canada, Ontario and damn! Am I tired, for some frickin' reason. sways Fuck... Night, night ^^