Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Tales of Crimson Nights ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Chibi B: Hi! Back again with the third chapter! YAY!

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Chibi B: -_-; eh, thanks for reading this everyone!

And now back to the third chapter!

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Chapter 2

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Darkness once again arrived.

I shivered, reaching over unconsciously to pull Marik against me for warmth, when I remembered that I had slept in my own coffin. I tried not to whimper, already missing my lover's warm body against mine. I silently lifted the lid off my casket, and slipped out. Marik was usually always awake before I was.

"Shit." I blinked, and looked over at the back of Marik.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, frowning when I saw Marik's body tense. He turned around and my eyes widened upon seeing his burnt up face. I raced over to him, touching the scorched skin tenderly.

"Don't touch it." Marik said, wincing. "It hurts."

"What the hell happened?" I demanded.

"I got caught in the sun, obviously." Marik crossed his arms, annoyed. Before I could ask why, he continued. "I was busy in the slaves' room, and lost track of time."

"It was your own damn fault then." I scolded, any sympathy I had felt for him vanishing. Stupid moron, he was always able to get himself into trouble. I scowled suddenly, sniffing the air, my eyes widening. "Those two were in here!"

"Who?" Marik asked stupidly.

"The slaves!" Marik lifted an eyebrow and turned to our door.

"Oops.." Marik winced, noticing that the door was unlocked.

"Oops? What do you mean `oops'?" I roared, waving my hands up in the air exasperatedly. "You moron! They could have killed us! Burned us while we slept! What were you possibly thinking?" I continued ranting, pacing back and forth in front of my injured lover, arms waving wildly with crude gestures. Marik twitched once again, and I could tell he was trying his best to ignore me. Soon though, I guess he became tired of the consistent yelling.

"Would you just shut up!" He snapped. I froze in my tracks, blinking at Marik, baffled. "You've been screaming at me for the past fifteen minutes, and it's gotten us nowhere. Now, in case you haven't noticed, the slaves are missing from their room." My eyes widened further. No, I hadn't noticed that, but Marik just ignored me and continued with his own rant. "So, I suggest we begin our search for them, unless you just want to let them be free." I winced.

"Come on." I growled, walking briskly out of the bedroom. Marik sighed, and trailed after me. He stopped at the doorway, and sniffed at the air, sneering.

"They've gotten farther then I imagined." He said calmly. Suddenly, his body went tense, and he snarled.

"What is it?" I asked quickly, surprised by Marik's change in demeanor.

"Fledglings."

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We immediately raced to where we sensed our two fugitives, smelling the fear radiating from them. I pushed myself to go faster, hoping that nothing too bad had happened to them. Marik and I both knew how fledgling vampires could get. They always acted high and mighty, misusing the gift of immortality, and thinking themselves to be invincible. When we finally arrived at the scene, we were met with an infuriating sight.

My slave was pinned underneath a young blond haired vampire, who currently had a hand slithering its way into the panicked teens pants. I snarled. My vision went red with fury and I instantly lunged at the foolish immortal, ramming into him violently and sweeping up the panic-stricken teen underneath him. I glanced over to Marik, and noticed that he had his slave in his arms as well.

"What do you think you were doing with MY property!?" Marik roared, making the red haired vampire quake in fear while he nursed the newly given wound in his arm. (I assumed that Marik had given it to him.)

"Yes. Do tell." I sneered, cradling my weeping mortal and glaring in contempt at the blond fledgling in front of me.

"Forgive us Lords!" The blond begged, throwing himself to the ground in front of me. "We did not know they belonged to you!" I scowled. It seemed as if the two had prior knowledge of us to be calling us Lords. I shrugged mentally. Marik and I were one of the eldest around, so that put us in a higher rank than these two.

"How could you not have known?" I growled. "My blood was practically hanging around his neck!"

"But there were no bite marks, My Lord." He stuttered. "We thought the collar a trick."

"You should know better than that!" Marik shouted, setting down Malik and stalking up to the whimpering blond and punching him square across the jaw. "Stupid fledgling!"

"Forgive us!" He pleaded, the red head echoing his words as they both bowed before us, two very powerful vampires. Marik scowled and turned away to face me.

"Punishment?" He asked. I could tell he was already growing weary of the two young vampires. I leaned my head to the side, thinking, and then looked down at the quivering child in my arms, and sighed. I suddenly just had the strongest urge to leave and go back home.

"Let's just let them off with a warning." I shrugged. "I'm not in the mood for anything else."

"Fine." He turned to the two fledglings. "You may go. But next time, do think things through when you try to steal from higher rank vampires." The two nodded fearfully, then disappeared down the street, moving too fast for Ryou or Malik's mortal eyes to see. There was a collective moment of silence between us. The two mortals were much too frightened to even make a sound.

"What were you two thinking?" I finally asked, breaking the silence. Neither of them answered, both their gazes focusing intently at the ground.

"I'd answer if I were you." Marik growled. "We're angry enough as it is."

"…"

Marik snorted in frustration, and marched over to where Malik lied on the ground. He bent down to pick the boy up, but was surprised when Malik screamed as soon as he touched him. The panicked boy scrambled backwards, unknowingly towards myself. I looked at him oddly, wondering why he suddenly became more frightened and panicked. Then, my eyes fell upon the boy's back, and I couldn't hold in the appalled gasp that passed through my mouth.

"Gods!" I breathed, a shocked and horrified look on my face. His back was entirely covered in healing cuts. Some had reopened, and were bleeding profusely. But, the most gruesome thing about it was that it looked as if someone had carved an intricate pattern into his skin. They looked like words and pictures. The child turned his head around, and, seeing my reaction, he cried out again.

"Don't look at me!" He sobbed. "Don't! Don't look!" He curled up in a tight ball, rocking back and forth, crying. "Don't look!"

"What the hell is wrong?" Marik snarled, striding over to stand next to me. "Shit." He muttered, as he too saw the young slave's back. He bent down, and picked the boy up, who began to struggle halfheartedly in his arms.

"No. We have to get out of here." He sobbed lightly. "We have to go to paradise." In my arms Ryou let out a soft sniffle, chocolate brown eyes filling with more tears. My face fell. I felt more sympathy for them than I had felt for anyone in years.

"Marik, pick up their collars. We're going back to the mansion." I mumbled, trying hard not to look down at the depressed angel in my arms. Marik did as he was told, and before the two slaves knew it, we were speeding off towards the house. Ryou squeaked, and hid his head in my shirt, blocking out the stinging wind and making me smile at how adorable he looked.

I shook my head, plastering a scowl on my face. I had to start thinking clearly. They had tried to run away; therefore they would have to be punished as soon as we arrived back at the house. Lashed with a whip, to be exact. I winced lightly, not really wanting it to be done. The two were still terrified out of their minds. And the blond one in Marik's arms was still slightly hysterical.

"Bakura." I blinked, just noticing that we had reached our destination, and glanced over to Marik.

"Yes Marik?" I looked over to him; trying not to feel too concerned that Marik's face and arms were still covered in blisters from the rays of the sun.

"Why don't you heal these two?" I blinked in confusion. Didn't he want to punish them? "Then they will deal with their penalty." I shook my head. I should have known he wouldn't forget. I could feel Ryou begin to quiver more in my arms, almost like he knew what was to happen. I snorted. He probably already did know what was to come; he was a slave after all.

"Bring the blond to me. I'll heal them both at the same time." Marik followed my instructions, and laid the comatose Malik on the ground. I placed Ryou next to him, and closed my eyes, concentrating. Within a few seconds, both boys were consumed in a blue light, and as soon as the light came, it vanished. I panted, my legs shaking underneath me. It seemed as if the two had more damage done to their bodies than I thought.

"Are you alright?" Marik asked concernedly. I took in a shaky breath and nodded my head. Then I glanced down to the teens.

My slave sat up cautiously and moved his body experimentally, testing to see if anything ached. His eyes widened in awe and amazement, and I once again was consumed with pity for the mortal. When was the last time he wasn't in pain? He turned to me, avoiding my eyes, and bowed his head, speaking to me softly.

"Thank you, Master Bakura, for your generosity." He paused, hesitating. "I am ready to accept my punishment for disobeying your orders."

I think my mouth dropped open in shock. He was thanking me, even though he knew that I would hurt him a few moments later. I closed my gaping mouth, completely perplexed by the young slave's actions, and just stood there staring at him. I then glanced over to Malik, and saw that the young boy was just sitting up. His eyes opened wide in shock when he realized he didn't hurt, and he looked over at Ryou, wonder shining in his violet eyes. The look vanished though, once he realized whom else he was with, and he looked down at the ground with slim fear.

"You do realize, that you have disobeyed two important rules." Marik said, his arms crossed in a regal manner, staring down at the teens. "You must be punished. And your punishment would usually be thirty lashes." I saw both flinch, and immediately wished to be somewhere else. "However." Marik paused. "I think that tonight you will have a different punishment." I started.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, growing quite curious. I will admit, however, that I was somewhat relieved the two young mortals were not going to be whipped. Marik shared a quick glance with me, still speaking to the slaves.

"Bakura and I have not fed tonight." My eyes widened. "We shall feed on you instead of going out and hunting."

"Marik-!" I started, not agreeing with him at all. If we fed on them now there would be no chance of them ever being less frightened around us.

"We have to mark them anyways, Bakura." Marik said. "We don't want something like this to happen again." I sighed. He had a good point. I really didn't want another chance of someone trying to steal the two from us.

"Fine." I agreed, and bent down to scoop Ryou up in my arms. I carried him into the manor, and into his and Malik's room. Laying him down on his bed gently, I turned and looked at Marik who had followed behind me. Glancing down at the white haired angel sprawled out the bed and trying hard not to spill tears, made me falter, and I turned back to Marik.

"It doesn't have to be too painful." Marik assured. His eyes held some sadness in them as well. I smiled; glad I wasn't the only one who felt compassion for the young ones.

I looked back down at the trembling body beneath me, and was suddenly overcome with desire. My breathing deepened, and I could feel my fangs extend, my hunger almost overwhelming every rational thought I had left.

I bent down to the terrified teens neck, and kissed it gently. Moaning, I nuzzled against the soft flesh, running my hands up and down the youth's body, trying to will him to relax so it wouldn't be so painful. I felt his breathing slow down a bit, and his body unwinding at my touch. Not being able to wait any longer, I sank my fangs into his neck, swallowing up his blood with a moan of pure pleasure. The boy gasped, and grasped onto my arms, mewling softly.

I continued to drink from him, savoring the sweet liquid running down my throat. He tasted absolutely delicious, and I was sure not to spill a drop of his luscious blood. Then, sensing the boy about to lose consciousness, I forced myself to pull back from the tender neck. I kissed the wound gently, and it closed up beneath my lips, leaving two punctured scars in its place.

I sat up and looked at my slave, noticing that he had fallen into a deep slumber. Tear tracks were visible on his face, and I winced upon seeing them, knowing it was my own fault the child had cried. I glimpsed over to Marik and noticed that he had just finished feeding, and was covering his out cold slave with the comforter on the bed. I followed his example and wrapped up Ryou as well.

"Come, let's leave." Marik whispered quietly, so that only I could hear. He motioned me to follow him out of the room, and I did, locking the door to the room behind me.

"I've never had such appetizing blood before." I spoke as soon as we entered our room, glancing up Marik thoughtfully. "I couldn't get enough of it."

"I felt the same." Marik said, coming over towards me and pushing me against the wall. "But, I seem to still be hungry." He murmured, trailing harsh kisses down my neck. I moaned, and smirked mentally to myself. I loved it when he was rough; especially after a good drink.

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Chibi B: Err…BOO! SURPRISE LEMON! *collective gasps* ^^;;;;; I know…sorta random, huh? I didn't plan on this really happening..but it sorta…just…did...

Taski: *feigns a heart attack*

Chibi B: -_-…So, yeah, this is only my second lemon…the first that I've posted. ^^;;; So, sorry if it sucks really bad ^^;;;;;;;;;; Erm, if you don't want to read..then..shoo...Run away little kiddies...Run...

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Marik pulled me away from the wall and into his coffin, resting his body on top of mine. I groaned as he began to grind our hips together, feeling his now obvious arousal rub against my own.

"Marik!" I growled, ripping at his shirt. I wanted...no... needed to feel his unclothed body against my own. He ignored my obvious plea, and began rubbing and grinding against me, both of us still fully clad. Marik leaned down to my ear, his whispering breath sending chills down my spine.

"I'm going to fuck you hard." He hissed. "And once I'm done, I'll make you scream and beg for more."

"Gods.." I moaned pitifully, giving myself up to him completely and eagerly, waiting for the soon to come pleasures. "Yesssss..."

He smirked at my submissiveness and ripped my shirt off without any trouble, my pants soon following. I wore nothing underneath, so within seconds I was uncovered beneath him, panting loudly. I whined as he began kissing his way down my chest, upset that he hadn't taken off his clothes yet. Rolling his eyes at me, he did as I requested, and stripped.

I couldn't help but drool at the sight. As many times as I've seen his body before, I never seemed to get used to his magnificent beauty. My short pants of pleasure turned into large gasping breaths as he littered my bare chest with light kisses and nips.

"Mariiiik." I begged. I wanted him to take me roughly, to make me bleed when he first thrust into me. "Take me....please.." He must have recognized to look in my eyes and the want in my voice, because the next thing I knew, he plunged into me fiercely without any preparation.

I screamed. It hurt, but it felt so good! Blood was pooling down from between my legs, but I didn't care. He never paused after the first stroke, and continued thrusting into me violently. I dug my nails into his back, the pleasure and pain overwhelming my perceptive vampire senses. I only knew Marik, and that was all that mattered.

"You're so tight, Bakura." Marik hissed through clenched teeth, eyes shut tight as he slammed into me once again, making me arch my back and cry out. "So tight." I moaned, feeling the familiar pressure building up within me.

"Harder!" I cried out, my head tossing back and forth in extreme rapture. He obeyed and his movements became more forceful, pounding into me with such fervor I felt as if I would be ripped apart. I yelped when he wrapped a hand around my arousal, stroking me in time with his intense thrusts.

"Oh gods," Marik moaned. I could feel myself nearing release, thrashing below him as he kept up his rough pace.

"MARIIIIK!" I screamed, arching my back up as I came, contracting my lower muscles and causing Marik to fall over the edge as well. I felt teeth sink into my neck, and the feeling fed my orgasm, causing waves of intense pleasure to slam into my body. I cried once again in blinding rapture before I promptly blacked out in Marik's arms from the intensity of my release. But Marik wasn't finished with me just yet, no, not by a long shot.

He had me countless times that day before the risen sun took its toll on us and caused us to fall into another deep sleep, curled up in each other's arms.

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