Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Tales of Crimson Nights ❯ Chapter 11 ( Chapter 11 )

Chibi B: Hello everyone! You're in for a treat today! ^_^ This chapter is almost 3600 words long! …Well, it's one of the longest chapters in the fic, I think…so, celebrate! Even though it's a crappy sorta long chapter. ^^; hehe.

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"No! Please, don't kill him!" Malik cried out suddenly, his hand fisting in Marik's shirt. "I don't want my father to die!"

"But he hurt you!" I protested, shocked that the boy was trying to defend a man who had nearly ruined his life by scarring his back. "Why would you not want him dead?"

"He's my father!" Malik trembled, head snapping over to look at me, his eyes filling with more tears. "Please, please don't hurt him! I'll do anything, I swear! Just, don't hurt my father…"

I was surprised the way he seemed to react. Malik always struck me as the hard headed stubborn kind of person, and here he was, crying hysterically and begging for Marik not to kill his father.

"I can't just let him get away from what he did to you!" Marik roared, making Malik flinch in his arms. I heard a tiny little moan and turned my head to see that Ryou had woken up, most likely from Marik's yelling. As soon as he saw the scene in front of him, he winced and curled up under the blankets, peeking out hesitantly.

"Please, just…don't do it." Malik whimpered. "Don't hurt him." I watched silently as Marik's eyes gradually began to clear, the anger he was consumed with dissipating at the sound of the child's desperate pleas.

"If it upsets you that much, then I won't kill him." Marik sighed angrily. "However, if our paths ever cross, I can't guarantee that I won't do something."

"Oh thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Malik buried his head in Marik's shirt, mumbling his thanks over and over again. I sighed and turned to Ryou, noticing by his eyes that he wanted to comfort Malik, but was afraid of the consequences.

"Well, now that that's all figured out." I said, standing up and picking up the discarded fruit tray and wine. "I'm sure you're hungry." I placed the tray on the bed and carefully pulled the covers away from Ryou's face, smiling. "So, let's eat."

"I agree." Marik sighed, still rubbing Malik's back. Malik sniffled a few more times and pulled away from my lover, avoiding his eyes. I shook my head and walked over to the two, staring at them in exasperation.

"He said he wouldn't hurt your father, and he means it." I rolled my eyes. "Besides, I'll make sure he doesn't hurt him anyways. So, can we please just eat and forget the whole incident? You're upsetting Ryou." Malik's head snapped towards his friend's and he climbed out of Marik's lap carefully before running over and wrapping his arms around the boy. I smiled as Ryou cuddled up to Malik happily, falling back into Marik's arms.

"I want some wine." I almost fell out of his lap at the blunt demand and started to laugh.

"You'll never change." I snickered, and reached over for the glasses. I poured him a cup and handed it to him before pouring in three others.

"Do you drink?" Marik asked, grabbing one of the glasses and offering it to Malik and Ryou.

"Umm, no, we haven't before." Ryou answered shyly.

"Well, would you like to try some?" I asked, watching as Ryou and Malik looked at the glass hesitantly. "It's our best wine." Surprisingly enough, it was Ryou who first took hold of the offered glass from Marik's hand. He glanced over at me, as if asking for permission, and I nodded. He tipped the glass towards his lips, and drank a small amount, his eyes widening at the taste.

"How is it?" Marik asked, a smug smile in place, for he knew that the wine was indeed exquisite.

"Wonderful." Ryou breathed, and handed to glass over to Malik for taste. Malik drank a bit more than Ryou did, and hummed in appreciation.

"It's very good."

"I knew you would like it!" Marik shouted proudly, and handed Ryou the other glass. "Have as much as you want."

"Don't forget the fruit." I reminded, pushing the tray towards them. I watched as their eyes lit up at the sight of the fruits, realizing that they were their favorite kind. They dug into the dish happily, taking great care not to spill anything. I laughed and took a sip of the wine, catching the curious glare Malik was sending me.

"Something you want to know?" Marik asked. I could see he had noticed the teen's look as well.

"It's just that," Malik started out, "I thought you couldn't eat or drink…"

"Ah, but we can." I smiled, lifting the glass to my lips once again. "We don't need to, but sometimes, we eat for our own satisfaction." Malik nodded his head, a small frown on his face.

"Um, may I ask something?" Ryou inquired softly, and I melted at the sound of his voice.

"Of course you may." I answered, and my lover snickered against my side, sending me thoughts of Ryou and I staring dazedly at each other with little hearts floating around. I scowled and pinched his thigh, smiling in satisfaction when I heard him hiss. I turned my attention back on Ryou. "What is it you want to know?"

"Well, um, I thought, that if, if a vampire bit you…" Ryou stuttered shyly, avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room. "And you survived, that, that you'd be a vampire too. And well, Malik and I, we, we aren't…"

"Superstitions, little one." Marik informed, downing his glass of wine and helping himself to another. "That is nothing more than a fairy tale."

"Then, how-?"

"We drain the victims of their blood, until their heart has almost stopped beating and they're on the brink of death." I explained. "Then, we feed them our own vampire blood. That's how an immortal is made." Ryou and Malik looked at us in a sick sense of morbid fascination.

"You're not, you're not going to change us, are you?" Ryou asked hesitantly, and I could smell his fear. I smiled sadly. We would most likely never change the two. I don't think I could bring myself to condemn them to this sort of life. I knew Marik was thinking almost the same thing.

"Probably not." Marik answered their question, and, seeing that the two teen's glasses were empty, he refilled them. "Drink up."

"I think that's enough wine." I mumbled amusedly, noticing that Ryou and Malik's faces were more red than before, and that the youngest boy looked a little dazed. "I think they're getting drunk."

"Already?" Marik whined, looking at the two with an annoyed expression. "They've barely drank two glasses!"

"They're young, love." I reminded him, snickering when Ryou hiccupped, his face flush. "Their bodies can't handle that much alcohol yet."

"I suppose that's true." Marik mused, and took another sip of his wine, watching carefully as Malik began swaying slightly on the bed. "How do you think they get when they're really drunk?"

"Ya know what?" Malik slurred, turning towards his friend with half lidded eyes, touching the paler boy's face. "You're really pretty." I blinked, and glanced at Marik. There was his answer. Ryou giggled and jumped into Malik's arms, letting out another hiccup.

"I think you're pretty too!"

I raised an eyebrow at the scene before me. Yes, the two were definitely drunk. My lover tried to control his laughing, but I could tell he was amused at the two's actions.

"You know what else?" Malik asked. "I think the vampires are pretty too."

I froze, wondering if I heard that right. Looking over at my lover, I concluded that I hadn't been hearing things, since he looked as shocked as I did.

"Yes, Yes! Pretty, pretty!" Ryou sang, once again hiccupping. He leaned in towards Malik and gave him a sloppy kiss on the mouth, before promptly passing out in his arms. Malik giggled and fell backwards with Ryou on his chest before he, too fell into a deep liquor induced slumber.

"Well, that was rather interesting, wasn't it, love?" Marik asked brightly, leaning his chin on my shoulder since I was still situated on his lap.

"Yes, it was very informative." I pondered. "Do you think they were telling the truth?"

"One could only hope." Marik sighed, and I blinked.

"You mean, you actually are interested in them?" I questioned, turning around in his lap so I could see his face better.

"Of course!" He answered. "Who wouldn't want those two in bed? And with you as well? That would be simply marvelous!" I rolled my eyes.

"Could you for once stop thinking about sex?" I said exasperatedly. "What about their feelings?"

"Well, I wouldn't take them by force, if that's what you mean." Marik smirked, leaning his forehead against mine and staring me in my eyes. "That's plainly barbaric."

"Mmhmm." I looked at him suspiciously, noticing an odd glint in his eyes. "What are you planning, you little fiend?"

"Planning? Why, nothing, beloved!" He kissed my nose. "I feel energetic, are you up to some passionate sex tonight?" He thrust his hips up in a rocking motion, and I groaned, feeling his now obvious arousal against my own.

"You're such an imp." I hissed, and clutched onto his back. I was feeling very lively as well, and I felt this was just what I needed to calm down. "We have a few hours till sunrise, I suppose." I smirked.

"So, do you except my invitation?" Marik grinned savagely at me, once again rolling his hips against mine.

"Who am I to refuse such a handsome devil?" I gasped, smiling at him in a teasing matter. "Just so long as we don't do it here. I don't want to wake them up."

"Aww, but we can look at their beautiful little faces as they sleep!" He whined, kissing my face. "Please?"

"No, absolutely not." I said firmly. Honestly! He was such an instigator!

"Alright, alright. You're not any fun." He pouted, making me laugh and kiss his lips. I made a move to get off his lap so we could go to our own chambers, but was startled when he gripped my hips and stood up with my legs still wrapped around his waist. He laughed at my shocked look and kiss my forehead. "I'm not letting you go yet, spoilsport."

"Tease." I shot back, but powerless to stop my grin from forming on my face. And with that said, he carried me up into our room to experience yet another wonderful, passionate night.

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Chibi B: Um, lemon block! ^_^;;; I just, can't seem to write them right now…so, maybe another time? Hehe…*wanders away*

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I fell back into his arms, panting heavily and covered in sweat. My lover was gasping for breath with the same need as I was, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Mmm, that was wonderful." He purred, wrapping his arms around me and burying his nose in my hair. I grunted in response, since I was too worn out to come up with a better answer and moved around to get comfortable before closing my eyes.

"Night." I mumbled softly, hearing him chuckle.

"Goodnight, Bakura."

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"Bakuraaaaa."

"Mmm?" I groaned, and blinked my eyes open to stare straight into my lover's face. "Marik?"

"Yes." He kissed my nose. "Welcome to the land of the living…Er…dead…" I laughed at his now puzzled and aggravated expression and sat up.

"Where's my clothes?" I inquired, looking around the room questioningly. I knew they landed around here somewhere. My gaze wandered back to my lover, who was now whistling under his breath and avoiding my eyes. Hn, as if that wasn't obvious. He caught my accusing look and burst out laughing.

"I got rid of them." He explained after settling down. I blinked. "I want to dress you tonight!"

"Dress me?" I sputtered. "What am I? A doll?"

"Mmm, a very pretty doll." He purred, wrapping his arms around my waist and nuzzling against my neck. "I want to dress you and the little ones. Adorn you with fancy silk robes and jewelry, make you all look more beautiful than you already do."

"And what, may I ask, is the special occasion?" I sighed, and leaned back into his arms. I knew there was no use fighting him. He usually always ended up getting his way at the end.

"I want to show you around the town, of course!" He said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Remember the festival tonight? At the town hall?"

"Ah, yes." I vaguely remembered hearing something about a party. "And you want us to attend?"

"Yes! It will be so much fun! We'll have to feed first, naturally, but after that, I'll lavish you with the finest clothes we have!" He laughed and pulled me upright, dragging me out of the room, not before grabbing a loose pair of pants and shirt from the closet for me though. I couldn't help but smile at his excitement, and a part of me was actually looking forward to that night. It couldn't hurt, could it?

We left the house in a hurry, finding our victims with ease. Two murderers from another town, the perfect meal. Marik then dragged us back home at top speed, running up the stairs and into the boy's room.

"Rise and shine!" He sang cheerfully, pulling back the sheets. I blinked at the two figures on the bed, before bursting out in a fit of giggles. It seemed that the two never moved from their position last night. Ryou was still sprawled out across Malik's chest, and was coming to slowly.

"What?" He mumbled quietly, then winced, and placed a hand on his forehead, not realizing the situation he was in. My chuckles died down when I realized he was in pain.

"Damn!" Malik moaned, and covered his face, his eyes squeezed shut in obvious agony. I immediately felt pity for them, since I knew what they were suffering from.

"It's to be expected after drinking that wine." I explained. "Here, Marik will make it better."

"Me? Why not you?" He argued and I sighed in exasperation.

"Never mind, he's being an idiot again. Come here." I beckoned them over with my hands. Malik came towards me first, and I placed my hands on his head before concentrating on destroying the other's headache. I let go when I was finished, giving him a smile before looking for Ryou. Surprisingly enough, he had already been healed by Marik who winked at me jokingly.

"All better?" He asked, and the two nodded. Suddenly, Marik gained a wicked grin, and looked at the two with an evil glint in his eye, which made me immediately start to worry. "Do you remember anything that was said last night?" I blinked, picking up on what he was trying to figure out.

"Well, I remember you giving us the wine." Malik answered, then frowned. "After that it gets a bit blurry."

"Same for me." Ryou said softly, as he too tried to remember last night.

"I see." Marik frowned, and I noticed the disappointment on his face. I sighed and walked over to kiss him on the cheek, grinning.

"Marik has something planned for tonight, don't you Marik?" I nudged him and he immediately brightened.

"That's right! I had almost forgotten!" He turned to the teens. "There's a festival going on at the town in a few hours, and I want you to attend with us."

"A festival?" Ryou asked, tilting his head to the side in confusion.

"Yes. Like a dance." I offered, smiling at him. "It will be fun, trust me." Ryou blushed, and nodded at me.

"So, do you agree then?" Marik grinned, practically bursting from excitement. "Malik, is it okay with you?" He turned to the blond, who hadn't spoken a word after I healed him.

"I don't care." He scowled and shrugged his shoulders, turning around and staring at the wall. Well, I was relieved that he was feeling good enough to gain his attitude back.

"Then it's settled!" Marik cried out. "Now, take off your clothes!" The two boys froze and I yet again questioned the sanity of my fellow lover.

"He wants to dress us." I said to them apologetically. "It seems as if he can't ask nicely, however."

"Yes, yes, what he said." Marik brushed my comments away and gestured to our clothing before walking out of the room. "I'm going to go get our most excellent garments!" I shook my head, inwardly laughing at Marik's childlike personality before shedding my shirt. I felt stares behind my back and turned around to see Malik and Ryou looking at me nervously.

"It's alright." I assured. "He just wants to pick out our outfits. It amuses him. Although, I can't tell you how long it will probably take." I winced, thinking about all the other times Marik had wanted to play 'dress up'.

"Can't we go as we are?" Malik asked, and I looked at the clothes he was wearing. They were fairly decent, but Marik wouldn't want him to wear something like that for a dance.

"Not for this, I'm afraid."

"Can we get dressed in other rooms?" Ryou squeaked out shyly, his face a light pinkish color. I smiled and shook my head.

"Sorry little one, but it will go a lot faster if we just stay in the same room and let him put whatever he wants on us." I paused when I noticed his hesitant look. "If it will make you feel better, I'll go first so you can see just what he wants to do."

"Thank you, that would be, most appreciated." Ryou said, still blushing and giving me a small, thankful smile.

"I'm back!" Marik sang, walking into the room carrying a huge trunk. He set it down gently and opened it up, digging through the different materials. "Hurry up and strip!"

"You're going to dress me first, love." I informed him, slipping out of my pants. I could feel the shy pairs of eyes on me once again, as I was fully naked, not wearing anything underneath.

"Ah ha! Perfect!" Marik chimed, and turned around to face me. He eyed me up and down, licking his lips hungrily and I smirked.

"Sorry Marik, but we only have a few hours until the festival starts." I reminded him, watching as he pouted in disappointment before walking up and throwing some clothing at me.

"Put that on." He commanded before returning to the trunk. I looked at the costume oddly, this looked quite like a…

"Marik! This is a dress!" I shrieked, crossing my arms indignantly. How dare he think I would wear an actual dress?

"It's not a dress! It's a robe!" He said, his voice muffled since his head was still buried in the trunk. "Just put it on! It's one of the finest we have!" I sighed and reluctantly obeyed, slipping it over my head. Well, it did fit most comfortably, reaching down to my ankles and the sleeves down to my wrists. I twisted around, loving the feeling of the soft silk on my skin.

"It is beautiful." I admitted. And the colors were perfect as well, mixed shades of red and black.

"I knew you would like it." Marik grinned, turning around and looking at me proudly. "What do you think?" He turned to Malik and Ryou questionably. They only nodded their heads bashfully, both faces a light red color. Marik then walked over and placed a comfortable pair of shoes in front of me and tied a sash around my waist. I blinked, and slipped into them, feeling that they were made of silk as well.

"I never knew we had all these." I muttered and jumped when Marik's fingers started running through my hair. He gently began brushing it back, gathering all the lose ends before tying it up in a ponytail. I scowled and was about to protest when he put his fingers to my lips.

"You look stunning." He smiled. "You're hair is being held up by a silk ribbon, of course. And now, for the jewels." I sighed, and looked at the teens standing behind me. I rolled my eyes at them and felt wonderful when they started to giggle.

"Do I really need wear these?" I asked with a raised eyebrow as he came over with a handful of different accessories.

"Of course you do!" He laughed and began to drape necklaces around my neck and bracelets on my arms. I couldn't help but chuckle when he kissed each ring before slipping them on my fingers, calling him a tease. "Now, for the makeup!"

"Makeup?" I gaped. "No way are you putting that on me, Marik."

"But Kura! You'll look even more beautiful!" He walked towards me. "It's only some eyeliner!"

"Alright." I sighed, still scowling. "Just this once." I couldn't say no to that pitiful face he used on me, and stood still as he applied the make up.

"There! All finished!" He backed away and looked at me with a triumphant grin on his face.

"Well? How do I look?" I asked, spinning around for Malik and Ryou.

"You look, wonderful." Ryou breathed, before blushing and sort of hiding behind Malik's arm.

"Yes, you look stunning, just as Marik said." Malik said quietly, and I smiled.

"Well, I guess this is fine then." I smiled and kissed Marik's lips. "Thanks, love. Now, who's up next?"

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Chibi B: Whee! Fun fun! A festival! Er, sorry the ideas are getting a bit crappy and stuff…I wrote a sticky note to remind me to update this on this website…if you're getting impatient, I have the same fic at FF.net, with I think 16 chapters…*doesn't remember* But, yeah, anywho, sorry for taking so long! And thanks for reading!

R&R Please! Makes me actually wake up in the morning to work on this…which is saying a lot…since I am REALLY not a morning person..