Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Tales of Crimson Nights ❯ Chpater 8 ( Chapter 8 )

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"Bakura! Open up! Quick!"

I twitched when I heard the sound of Marik's giggling voice. I marched over and threw the door open, letting out a cry of surprise when Marik tackled me to the ground, pulling Malik inside and shutting the door.

"What did you do now?" I frowned, watching as Marik calmly got up and sauntered over to the two chairs.

"Intermission? Wow! How lucky could we get?" He snickered, turning to look at a rather out of breath Malik.

"Marik..." I growled. "What did you two do?"

"Nothing." Marik said innocently, tilting his head to the side, trying to act as naïve as possible.

"Not falling for it." I rolled my eyes, hands on my hips as I sauntered over to him. "Now, what did you do?" Marik just gave me a silly grin, falling backwards onto the ruby red chair. I turned to Malik, whose face was flushing lightly. "What did he do?"

"Erm."

"I didn't start a riot!" Marik cried out, before falling over in a fit of giggles. "And no! The town is not in a state of panic!" I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose. I should have guessed it was something like that...

"Nobody knows it was you, right?" I asked, too tired to scold him for causing havoc in the village. My lover snorted and pulled me onto his lap.

"Of course not. I'm not stupid." He said, and it was my turn to snort. I watched as Malik slowly made his way over to us after regaining his breath. He looked at the two chairs fretfully, but smiled when Ryou scooted over to give him some room to sit down.

"Are you two hungry?" I asked. "I can order up some food."

"No, thank you." Ryou said politely, and I looked at Malik who shook his head in answer.

"Okay, the play is about to start again." I informed, squirming to put myself in a more comfortable position on Marik's lap. He groaned and gripped my hips tightly, holding me in place so I couldn't move anymore.

"Don't want to do that, love." He breathed into my ear, causing me to shudder. "I'm a bit excited from the rush in the village." I gulped, knowing that he'd lose control if I moved anymore in his state.

"Try to behave this time." I hissed to him, remembering how the last trip to the theater went with Marik. He ended up getting extremely bored and messed with the actors minds, making them screw up their parts. I heard him snicker softly into my hair.

"I'll try."

The short, stubby little man returned to the stage, announcing the end of intermission time, and that the play would continue in five more minutes. Sure enough, five minutes later, the play began where it left off.

Act 4. Scene 1.

Friar Laurence: On Thursday, sir? the time is very short...

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15 minutes later...

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"Bakura..." A voice hissed into my ear, distracting me from the stage. I cocked my head to the side, letting my lover know I was listening to him. "I'm bored..." I scowled, shifted on his lap, and ignored him.

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Ten more minutes later...

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"Kuraaaaaaaa! I'm boooooooooored."

I continued to ignore him.

<<Kurraaaa! Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura...>

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Five more minutes later... (Wow, Marik's impatient, huh?)

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<< ...Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura.->>

<SHUT UP!!> I screamed back into his mind, ten seconds from pulling my hair out of my scalp in frustration. <I don't care if you're fucking bored! Go find something to do then!>

Silence.

How relaxing. I smiled in satisfaction. I could finally enjoy the play without being interrupted.

Act 4. Scene. 2.

Capulet: Go, be gone.-

We shall be much unfurnisht for this time.-

What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?

I gasped, my attention drawn from the play and focusing on the sudden feeling of a hand sliding its way up my shirt. The fingertips swirled around my stomach teasingly, and I shivered at the feeling.

<Marik...> I called out mentally. <What are you doing?>

<<Keeping myself occupied...>> Was Marik's answer as he began to plant light kisses to the back of my neck. I sighed softly, leaning back into his touch.

<Not now, we're at a theater.> I protested weakly, knowing that it wasn't going to make Marik stop his progression.

<<So? You'll just have to keep quiet then.>> I could feel Marik smirk, and I shivered.

<What about Ryou and Malik? I'm not going to do this in front of them.>

<<Maybe they won't notice.>> Marik chuckled into my mind evilly. <<They do seem pretty interested in the play.>> I looked at the two boys cautiously, realizing that, indeed, they were completely absorbed by the story.

<Still, Marik...>

<<I won't screw you if you give me a blow job.>> Marik sneered at me through his mind. I weighed down the possibility. At least it would be easier, and a lot less messy... << Of course, I'm not guaranteeing I'll do the same for you...>> I groaned.

<All right, all right. I give in. But can we at least move behind the chairs so they won't notice us?>

<<But this is so much more fun.>> Marik smirked once again, reaching his other hand down into my pants. I stifled a moan as he wrapped his hand around my arousal, stroking me slowly. <<Now, try not to make a sound, otherwise they'll look this way.>> I muffled my cry of pleasure when he squeezed my member more roughly, and increased the speed of his hand.

<Bastard!> I growled at him, but I was cut off when he pinched my nipples harshly with the hand underneath my shirt. I bit my lip to avoid spilling out another moan, and turned to glare at him. He chuckled and untied my pants, carefully slipping them down to my knees, all the while looking to make sure the slaves wouldn't turn around.

<<You're so beautiful.>> He murmured, untying his own pants and pulling himself out. <<So beautiful...My Kura, all mine.>> I gasped when he slipped a slick finger inside me, wiggling it around a bit before he pushed in another, preparing me for what was soon to come.

<Why, are you, oh! Pr-Preparing me? Nnnnngh...> I panted when he entered a third digit, striking my pleasure spot immediately from obvious experience.

<<This way, you won't scream as loud.>> Marik said huskily, before lifting me up to rest on the tip of his member. <<Brace yourself.>>

<Ah! Aaaaahh!> I cried out mentally when he suddenly let go of my hips, letting me drop onto his burning erection. <Mariiiiiiik...>

<<Oh gods, Kura...>> He began with slow calculated thrusts, nailing my prostate with each movement, making me whimper out continuously as I dug my fingers into armrests of the chair. I threw my head back, turning my face so I could kiss him long and hard, mewling when a hand wrapped itself around my arousal once again.

<More...> I moaned. Marik granted my request, and began to plunge into me harder, and faster, stroking me in time with his thrusts. I pushed my hips back against his, hissing when he dug his fangs into my neck, drinking from me. <Marik!> He began to go even harder and faster within me, and I bit onto my tongue to hold back my cries.

<<So good...So perfect...So tight! Oh gods, Kuraaaaa...>> He moaned huskily, withdrawing his fangs from my neck, placing sloppy kisses there instead. I felt my entire body quaking in his arms as he continued his rough motions. The urge to cry out was almost unbearable, and I didn't know how much more I could take.

<Mariiik...> I felt myself losing control, the immense pleasure overwhelming me and I opened my mouth to scream when suddenly a hand strangled the sound. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I reached my climax, feeling Marik stiffen and release into me as well.

"Mmm..." I moaned softly, my body trembling in little quakes from the intensity of my orgasm. Marik quickly withdrew his hand from my mouth, and wiped the evidence of our lovemaking off my stomach with his black cloak, rolling it up into a ball and dropping it on the floor next to us. He then pulled out of me quickly and tied his pants back up, doing the same thing to my own before hugging me to his chest.

"Beautiful..." He whispered, playing with a lock of my hair. I blushed uncharacteristically at him and smiled.

"You're not too bad looking yourself." I said back to him softly, nuzzling as close as I could get to him. I suddenly remembered the slaves, and glanced over to them, relieved when I saw that they hadn't noticed what we had been doing at all. I relaxed once again and looked out onto the stage, trying to find out where they were in the play.

Act 5. Scene 3.

Paris: O, I am slain! -If thou be merciful,

Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.

I frowned. I had missed the fighting scene between Romeo and Paris! I elbowed Marik in the stomach, hearing him grunt out in surprise.

"What was that for?" He growled angrily, nipping at me ear.

"That was for making me miss one of the best parts!" I hissed back, sticking my lower lip out in a pouting position. He chuckled near my ear, his breath tickling me, before he pinched my butt, making me squeak.

Yes, I actually squeaked.

Of course, that got the attention of the two boys in the other chair, and they glanced at us curiously. I could feel my face turn red, listening to Marik muffle his laughter in my hair. I elbowed him again roughly, and he shut up.

"Just watch the play. Sorry for disturbing you." I looked back at the stage myself, ignoring Marik's continuous snickers. The play was about to finish, and I didn't want to miss the ending either.

"How much longer?" Marik whispered in my ear, and I could actually hear some concern in his voice.

"Not too long. It's the last scene."

"The sun will be rising in about an hour." Marik hissed, and I tensed. An hour? Would we be able to make it back home by that time?

"The play will end shortly, then we'll have to race home." I said thoughtfully. "Jasmine and Diamond will know to head back to the stables." What I said was true. We trained the horses to return by sunrise automatically, even if we weren't there.

"All right." Marik kissed the side of my face gently, turning his attention back to the play, his fingers running through my hair. I sighed, leaning back into his embrace, and began to watch the end of the play as well.

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Twenty minutes later.

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Prince Escalus: A glooming peace this morning with it brings;

The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:

Go hence, to have more talk of these sad tings;

Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:

For never was a story or more woe

Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

I sighed. This play was very tragic indeed. I turned to look at Ryou and Malik to see that Ryou had tears pooling out of his eyes and that Malik was comforting him. I frowned, and stood up from Marik's lap, making my way to the distraught teen.

"What's wrong?" I asked, kneeling down beside him and brushing his tears aside. He looked up at me tearfully, smiling and wiping away at his eyes himself.

"I'm, terribly sorry." He sniffled. "It was just, such a sad story..."

"Shh, it's okay. I understand." I smiled, brushing back his hair. "I reacted almost the same way the first time I saw it."

"Bakura." I turned my head to see Marik looking at me seriously. "We have to leave now, or we won't make it."

"Of course." I complied, and turned to the two teens, helping them off the chair. "We have to get back to the mansion quickly, before the sun rises." The two nodded their heads and followed after us as we ran out of the room, down the hall and out onto the streets. It was almost sunrise. I quickly untied both Jasmine and Diamond, sending them off on their way.

"Go back home." Marik said to them softly. He grabbed onto Malik and pulled him into one of the alleys, me following behind him with Ryou.

"Now, close your eyes tightly." I instructed to the nervous looking teen. "I'm going to be traveling as fast as I can, so the other townspeople won't notice." Ryou nodded his head. "Remember, don't open your eyes, the wind will probably sting."

"Y-Yes sir, I mean, Bakura." I smiled at him and held him close to my chest. "Hold on tight." I whispered, and then sped off towards are mansion at my top speed.

Unfortunately for us, Marik miscalculated the time the sun would rise. I held back a scream of pain as I felt my eyes and arms begin to burn.

"Shit! Kura! Faster!" Marik called behind me, and I pushed myself harder, running as fast as I could. I tackled into the doorway, breaking it down and fell on my back; Ryou still curled into my chest. I heard a pain-filled scream come from outside and rushed to the door, squinting outside as best I could with the sun there. Marik, he had fallen!

"Get back inside Kura!" He grunted, cradling Malik in his arms. It looked as if the younger boy had been injured in the fall.

"No!" I argued, my eyes tearing as I watched the skin on his back begin to welt. "Marik! Please, get up!" This couldn't be happening to us, not now. I rushed outside, screaming out in agony as my skin was charred, I reached Marik and hauled him to his feet, Malik with him.

"Kura..." He whispered weakly, and I used all the strength I had to pull us back inside, curling into a corner where the sun couldn't get to us. The two slaves were terribly frightened; they didn't know what to do. I was unable to control the feelings of emotions running through me from the two boys, my mental strength almost completely gone.

Malik was still in Marik's arms, looking up at the other vampire, appalled by the way Marik's body and face was burnt. My slave was on the floor across from me, staring at me with tears in his eyes. He reached up a hand to palm my cheek, and I tried not to wince at the touch. Everything hurt so badly...

{ Relax… } I whispered in my mind, unable to direct where my thoughts were going to. I could feel that everyone heard me, except for Marik, who had passed out cold. { I-It's going to be f-fine...} The two teens didn't calm down one bit, still feeling extremely panicky. I could smell the blood from Malik, it seemed as if he was injured more seriously than I thought when Marik fell.

I could feel myself slipping into unconsciousness, the pain overriding my senses, and the sun taking it's toll on my body. I wouldn't be able to make it to our coffins... And the slaves... I struggled to stay awake. I didn't know if I could trust them yet, no matter how much I wanted to be able to. I didn't know if they would kill my lover and I while we slept. I felt my eyes slip shut, my body becoming strangely numb, and my last conscious thought was of the two teen's worried faces before I fell into oblivion.

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