Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Tearing Down the Sky ❯ The Lessons ( Chapter 7 )

Tearing Down the Sky

Hato-chiisai

YAOI

Disclaimer: Ownership is not mine.

Okay, I finally was convinced to start posting this. It was kinda inspired by One Last Breath. Go read it. I hope you guys like the fic. Oh, and as to the sequel to Koibito Yami, Millennium Balance, IT GOT DELETED! Not from ff.net, I never had a chance to post it. It got deleted from my computer, so I have to start over. I*ll do what I can, as fast as I can.

Chapter 7

The Lessons

"Mai!" Mai turned and looked over the heads of her students at the shout.

"Oh, Marik. Kids, say hello to Marik."

"Hello Marik!" The 12 year old demons chorused.

"What's up, kids?" Marik said. "Come to see the angel? Aww, he's nuthin to be scared of. He's gentle. He'll probably let you pet him. His wings are really soft." A lot of the young demons looked nervous, but excited. "He smells good, too." Mai raised an eyebrow.

"You smelled him?"

"Hey, Yami smelled him first!" Marik whined, throwing a wink at the giggling children, as Mai knocked on Bakura's door. Bakura opened it a moment later, eating a banana.

"Come on in. If the kids will move the chairs and stuff, there will be more room." The coffee table, chairs and sofa were shoved to the walls, and Bakura sat in an armchair, while the children fought for the other seats. Marik leaned against the wall behind Bakura.

"Any instructions before you bring the angel in?" Mai asked. Bakura blinked, and swallowed what was left of his banana, tossing the peel at Marik, to the demonling's amusement.

"Yes. Please, stay quiet, stay calm. He's very shy and skittish. He gets scared easily." The little demons hung onto Bakura's every word.

"Can we touch him?" A little girl asked, breathlessly. Bakura chuckled.

"It's up to him. He probably won't mind."

"If you do, be gentle." Mai told the kids.

"I'll go get him." Bakura said. He disappeared up the stairs, and the kids talked excitedly among themselves.

"Hush." Mai said, sternly. They all grew silent, when Ryou appeared, guided by Bakura's hand on the back of his neck. Bakura brought him to the middle of the room, and left him there. Ryou fidgeted, nervously, very conscious of all the stares. Mai moved up to him.

"All right. As you all know, this is a fledgling angel. We'll start with the head, and work our way-" Everyone turned and looked up as the door opened. "Oh, glad you could make it, Ishizu." Ishizu nodded, and flipped open her sketch book.

"Sis, did you lock the door?" Marik asked.

"Yes. Continue, Mai. I'll do the anatomical sketches." Mai nodded, and looked back to Ryou.

"Anyway, we'll begin with the head, and work our way down." The same demon girl who had asked if they could touch Ryou raised her hand.

"Does he have a name?" Mai blinked, and looked at Bakura. He sighed, leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs.

"His name is Ryou." He said. "He's fifteen years old, and was in training to be an on-site healer before I brought him here."

"He also smells like gardenia." Marik randomly added, making the children giggle and Ryou blush.

"Can we smell?" The same girl asked. Ryou flushed again. Bakura and Marik chuckled.

"If Ryou is all right with it." Bakura said. "Angel?" Ryou swallowed.

"Yes, Master." Ryou murmured, and ruffled his wings. A few moments later, a faint scent drifted through the room. Bakura blinked.

"I didn't know you could do that..." He muttered.

"May I begin?" Mai asked, peevishly. "Thank you. Now, the ring above his head is called the halo. It is not known if the angels are born with them or not. It doesn't have any purpose, to our knowledge."

"Why don't you ask the angel, Mai?" Ishizu suggested. "Ryou, isn't it?" Ryou nodded. "Are you born with it?"

"No." Ryou said, quietly. "At about a week old, an aura of light develops, and that solidifies by six months old."

"Can you remove it, or are you stuck with it?" Mai asked. In answer, Ryou reached up, and removed the glowing gold ring, clutching it in his hands. "What's its purpose?"

"It's the source of our Magic. A battery, so to speak. It's where my healing energy comes from."

"Sound like a weakness." One student said. Ryou shook his head.

"Only I can remove my halo. No one else can remove an angel's halo but themselves." Ryou replaced his halo.

"Lemme see!" Marik said, and reached for it. Ryou gasped.

"NO! DON'T!" He cried, as Marik grabbed it. "Demons cant' touch it without --"

"AHH! SHIT!" Marik screamed, and jerked his hand back; it was burned. "What the hell?!" Everyone stared.

"Without being burned...." Ryou finished. Marik scowled as Bakura howled in laughter.

"Come here, Brother." Ishizu said, and Marik held his hand out. Ryou gasped again.

"No! you'll get-" Ishizu gasped, and jerked her hand back, burned where her skin had touched Marik's wound. "... burned." Ryou finished. Bakura had tears streaming down his face, as he laughed uncontrollably.

"He warned you! He warned you!" Bakura called, but calmed down at the look on Ryou's face; he looked like he was trying not to cry.

"I'm sorry..." He whimpered. Bakura smiled.

"Not your fault, little one." Bakura said. "Can YOU heal them?"

"Yes, Master. How is your hand, by the way?"

"Huh? Oh...." Bakura unwound the bandage from his hand. "Oh.... It's perfect. Well healed, angel."

"Thank you, Master." Ryou murmured, and flushed at Bakura's affectionate wink.

"So heal them, boy." Bakura said, gesturing to the tan siblings.

"Yes, Master..." Ryou said, and took Ishizu's hand. She watched her wound heal to a scar, and watched Ryou's face as he healed Marik, mumbling his apologies.

"Can we get back to the lesson?" Mai drawled. Ryou was placed in the center of the room again. "So, what have we learned so far?"

"Don't touch an angel's halo." Marik snarled, making the children giggle.

"Working our way down, angels never grow horns. Their hair, like the rest of their body, is much softer than ours."

"Can we feel?" The same little girl asked.

"Bakura?" Mai asked.

"Sure."

"Come here."

"Huh?"

"Come here."

"Uh, okay...." Bakura got up, and stood by Ryou. Mai pushed them both to their knees. Ryou blinked, and glanced at Bakura when he felt the demon's fingers intertwining with his own, hidden between their wings, and squeezed reassuringly. Ryou smiled, slightly. The little demons took turns petting Bakura's hair, then Ryou's, feeling the difference. Bakura returned to his chair, and Ryou remained kneeling on the floor.

"Now, the angel's bodies are almost exactly like ours. We'll go over the similarities after the differences. They tend to be smaller, and softer, and are not as strong, but they tend to be faster, and more agile. They, like Men, have no tail." Ryou blushed furiously, as he felt all eyes in the room trained on his barely-covered backside.

"Now, the major difference, is the wings." Mai continued. "May we see your wings?" She asked Ryou, gently. Ryou nodded, and lifted his wings, spreading them out to their full fifteen feet.

"Oooooooh........" the little demons chorused.

"Now, the wings are smaller than ours in comparison. Bakura? Example please?" Bakura stood, and moved behind Ryou, flaring his wings dramatically,. Fully spread, Bakura's wings were significantly larger, spanning eighteen feet.

"Now, due to their smaller wings, the angels are much more capable in the air than we are. But their wings can become their weakness. Bakura, demonstrate the Wing-Snag Maneuver, please."

Ryou gasped, as Bakura's arms wrapped around his elbows, jerking them back. His wings dipped under Ryou's, and lifted, locking Ryou's wings at a painful angle. Bakura's tail had curled around both of their bodies to brush the tip of the stinger against Ryou's bare chest.

"This maneuver, though difficult to execute successfully, will render the angel almost helpless, and completely at your mercy. And mercy will not be given." Ryou swallowed nervously.

"Except by me..." Bakura whispered, and, when nobody was looking, nuzzled Ryou behind the ear. He then released the boy.

"Now, the angel's wings are extremely powerful, and the feathers are thick." Mai lectured. "The angel's can use them as a shield, or a shock absorber without much harm. Observe." Mai suddenly whirled, drawing the sword from Marik's hip, and swung it at Ryou, who screamed, and raised his wings, blocking the blow. Mai lowered the sword, returning it to Marik. The only damage to Ryou was a few bent feathers.

"That was with my full strength, and this angel isn't even full grown. Their wings are nearly impenetrable."

"MAI!!!" Bakura howled. "What the hell?!?"

"What?" Mai asked, innocently. Bakura jabbed his finger at Ryou, on his hands and knees, cowering under his wings, trembling.

"Oh, get a grip, angel..." Mai grumbled, much to Bakura's annoyance. "Now get up, I won't hurt you." Ryou stood. "Assume your former position please." Ryou flared his wings. Mai stepped closer.

"Now, the wings, as powerful as they are, are very sensitive when submitted to gentle touches." Mai stroked Ryou's wings, causing Ryou to let his eyes slip closed half-way, and relax. Some of the children giggled. Mai smiled. "On your knees, please." She said, and Ryou obeyed. "Would it be all right if the children touched your wings?" Ryou paused, then nodded. The delighted children gathered around and Ryou shivered at the sensation of a dozen little hands gently caressing his wings.

"He smells good!" That same little girl squealed, and Ryou flushed. Mai smiled.

"Angels have scent glands at the joint of the wings." She touched the area in question. "A scented oil is released, and gradually coats the angel's feathers, making it water resistant, allowing them to fly in the rain without getting their wings too water-heavy."

"But submerge them in water, and they sink like a rock." Bakura chimed in. "I learned that by mistake, didn't I, angel?"

"Yes, Master." Ryou said, blushing. Ryou decided that he had done way too much blushing.

"Now, no two angels have the same scent. The scent also alters with the angel's mood. Other angels can tell by scent whether one is happy, sad, angry, frightened, and even sexually aroused." The children giggled at Ryou's blush. "They also release a scent that stimulates others."

"Awwww......" Marik whined, poking Bakura. "Why can't you do that?" The children cracked up as Bakura batted at Marik's finger, irritably.

"Wierdo." Bakura spat. Marik turned away, laughing. Bakura grunted, then blinked. He inhaled deeply through his nose. The air had been filled with a light, delicate scent, that was undeniably Ryou. Bakura looked at Ryou. The boy had his eyes fixed on the floor. Slowly, they rose to meet Bakura's. Bakura gave Ryou a questioning look, and the boy smiled slightly, lowering his eyes. Bakura frowned. The more he smelled that scent, the more heat was pooling in his lower body. Bakura frowned. He was definitely getting aroused. Was Ryou releasing that scent on purpose? Was he TRYING to get Bakura aroused? Was he trying to tell him that.... No. No way......

He watched Mai run her hands over Ryou's wings, explaining them, and how they worked. She had Ryou pivot his wings, and showed the well developed back muscles that supported the wings. Bakura crossed his legs and squirmed slightly as Mai ran her hands over Ryou's chest, then over his stomach. Ryou's eyes widened when her hands drifted across his hips, and down his thighs.

He stood silently as she continued to lecture, touching his body here and there. Every time he glanced at Bakura, he could feel the demon mentally undressing him, and he could see the lustful gleam in his eyes.

Finally, Mai announced the lesson to be over. The children chorused their "thank you" to Bakura. They all pet Ryou's wings one last time, before they were herded out of the house. As soon as the door closed, Bakura whirled, and seized Ryou. He crushed his mouth to the angel's, and forced his tongue in. Marik stared, as Ryou stumbled back, landing on the sofa. Bakura quickly straddled the boy, grinding his hips on the angel's, aggressively. Ryou's eyes were wide and frightened as Bakura pinned his hands down, and he arched his back, trying to buck Bakura off of him.

"Uh, Bakura?"

"What?" Bakura snapped.

"Do you mind waiting until I leave before raping the angel?" Bakura froze at this, and slowly looked down at Ryou. Ryou stared up at Bakura, his wide eyes full of frightened tears, his wrists pinned by his head. Bakura felt the fearful tremors running through the angel's body. He quickly released Ryou, and leapt up, helping Ryou to his feet.

"I'm, I'm sorry....." He gasped. "I didn't mean to, I....." Marik stared at Bakura, apologizing to the angel.

"It, it's okay......" Ryou stammered, "You stopped." He sighed. "You stopped......" He said again, as if trying to reassure himself.

"If it weren't for Marik, I may not have."

"You would have." Ryou said, and Marik's mouth fell open, when Bakura pulled Ryou into his arms, rocking him back and forth, gently.

"Uh, Bakura, explanation?" Marik asked, bewildered.

"I promised that I would not rape him." Bakura said.

"Can I?" Marik asked. Ryou squeaked, and pressed himself closer to Bakura, fearfully. Bakura snarled and dropped his wings to wrap around Ryou.

"Back off, Marik. Don' touch him." He snarled, and Marik laughed, approaching them.

"Not him...." Marik said, stroking Ryou's cheek. "You......" He moved to touch Bakura's face. Bakura smirked.

"With me, it wouldn't be rape...." Bakura said, releasing Ryou, and letting Marik pull him into a heated kiss.

"Even better..." Marik purred, and lifted Bakura slightly, allowing the albino demon to wrap his legs around his waist. He nibbled Bakura's throat, fixing his narrow eyes on Ryou's wide ones. He slowly walked towards Ryou, who backed away. Marik spread his wings and herded Ryou towards the stairs. Ryou swallowed, and began backing his way up the stairs, unable to look away from Marik's hypnotic gaze. They entered Bakura's room, and Ryou still backed away, until Marik forced him to the bed. Ryou squeaked, and fell back, scrambling away when Marik deposited his load on the bed, moving Bakura up the bed until he was laying beneath the headboard beside a very frightened Ryou. Marik grinned, trapping their heads between his hands, braced on the bed, and stuck one knee between each of their legs. Ryou began to tremble.

"What do you say we put the angel in the middle, you on the bottom, Bakura?" Ryou whimpered at Marik's suggestion and began to squirm.

"No." Bakura said, resting a comforting hand on Ryou's thigh. "A. I promised him that he would not be taken against his will. B. I will not break my word. And C," He flipped Marik off and straddled him. "I'm on top."

"Is the angel a virgin?" Marik asked, with a smirk. Bakura blinked.

"Yes....." Bakura said, and Marik flipped him off.

"Then I'm on top. We made a bet, remember?" Marik reminded Bakura, who blinked, then scowled.

"Dammit...." He muttered, and let Marik thumb his leather pants open. Ryou swallowed, and edged away. He gasped when Marik and Bakura's tails snagged his wrists.

"I want him to watch, Bakura....." Marik blinked, raking his eyes down Ryou's body, lingering on the loincloth, mentally tearing the fabric away. Bakura smirked.

"You heard him, Ryou." Bakura said. "Stay where you are. Watch."

"B-but, I don't want-"

"That's an ORDER, slave!" Bakura spat, and Ryou cringed.

"Yes Master...." He whimpered. The demons released Ryou, and the angel sat on the corner of the bed, watching. Marik winked at Ryou suggestively, then kissed Bakura. Bakura moaned and kissed back, aggressively. Marik quickly took over, dominating the kiss. Bakura squirmed under the blonde, and Marik couldn't resist tearing the shirt from the body beneath him, and attacking the pale chest.

"Watch Bakura carefully, angel. This may be you in awhile..." Ryou's eyes widened, and Bakura chuckled. "Watch and learn." Marik continued. "Show him how it's done, Bakura....."

"Mmmm.... I will...." Bakura purred, and relieved Marik of his shirt. Ryou was scared, but he couldn't tear his eyes off of the demons. When Marik lost his pants, Ryou gulped. Bakura grinned.

"Big, isn't he?" Bakura asked, and stroked Marik, making him moan. Marik unzipped Bakura's pants, and slid them off of his legs.

"You're not so bad yourself...." Marik murmured, taking Bakura's length in his hands. "How'd you like THIS shoved up you ass, angel?" He said, with an evil grin. Ryou whimpered, and his eyes widened.

"Leave him alone, Marik." Bakura snarled. "And pay attention to me." Marik grinned, and settled between Bakura's thighs. "Prepare me, Marik." Bakura said, and Marik blinked, confused. "So the angel will know what to expect." Marik nodded, and slid his index finger into Bakura, who moaned, loudly.

Watching, Ryou felt himself getting turned on, and caught himself wishing that he were in Bakura's place. He hugged his knees to his chest, trying to hide his arousal, and draped his wings around his body. Bakura gasped when Marik added another finger, stretching him. Ryou fought against the moan that threatened to escape, as Marik added a third finger, slamming them into Bakura, who cried out, bucking his hips.

"Ready?" Marik asked. Bakura moaned, and spread his legs wider, making Marik chuckle. "I'm coming, I'm coming....." Bakura blinked at Marik, then shrieked with laughter. Marik frowned, confused, then slapped Bakura upside the head. "Not THAT kind of cumming!!!" He shouted. Ryou moaned, hiding his face in his hands.

"Dammit Marik!" Bakura giggled. "Just fuck me already! Pay attention Ryou." Ryou slowly peeked through his fingers, and stared, as Bakura lifted his hips slightly. Marik positioned the head of his engorged penis at Bakura's entrance. He waited a moment, then thrust in, roughly. A loud keening came from Bakura, that sent shivers through Ryou's slim body.

Marik smiled as Ryou watched Bakura's back arch off of the bed, and his tail thrash. Marik's tail coiled around Bakura's, and they waved them slowly, together, as they engaged in a passionate kiss. Ryou's eyes widened, as the demon's tails curled up and over themselves, forcing their way into Marik's entrance, still entwined.

Marik broke the kiss with a loud groan. Slowly, he began to pump in and out of Bakura. Ryou swallowed at their combined moans, squirming slightly at the heat pooling in his lower body.

"Harder..." Bakura gasped, and Marik complied. Ryou clenched his eyes shut, and he tried to ignore his own need. But he couldn't block the moans of the demons, and each one went straight to his own arousal, aching and throbbing between his thighs. It only got worse as the demons' moans and gasps got louder, and more insistent. Ryou jerked his eyes open when Bakura screamed Marik's name, arching off of the bed. Marik answered Bakura's scream, calling the smaller demon's name, as he froze and came with a gasp. Then, he collapsed on Bakura. Marik looked up at Ryou's desperate whimper.

"Looks like the angel has a little problem..." He snickered. Bakura opened his eyes, and looked at Ryou. The angel's eyes were shut, his fists and teeth clenched. His body was flushed, and trembling.

"Ryou..." Bakura called. Ryou's eyes opened slightly, and he fixed his bleary gaze on Bakura. "Come here." To the demons' amusement, Ryou couldn't move. Marik climbed off of Bakura, and moved over to Ryou, who could do no more than squeak as Marik lifted him into his arms, and deposit him next to Bakura. Bakura sat up, leaning against the headboard, and stroked Ryou's face.

"Ryou, we know what you need..." Ryou stared at Bakura. "We'll help you, if you'll let us." Ryou looked at Marik, and whimpered. "Okay, not Marik. Me?" Bakura asked, and smiled when Ryou nodded.

"Awww..... Dammit." Marik grumbled.

"Ryou," Bakura said, ignoring Marik. "Have you ever had an orgasm before?" The demon wondered, confused at how the young angel seemed to be frightened of his own body at the moment. Ryou shook his head 'no.'

"You've never jacked off?!?" Marik gasped. Ryou blinked.

"You've never masturbated yourself?" Bakura clarified. Ryou swallowed, and shook his head.

"What the hell do you DO in your spare time?!?"

"Shut up, Marik!" Bakura snapped. "Hold him." Marik sighed, and leaned against the headboard, pulling Ryou into his lap, the angel's back resting on his chest. Ryou whimpered again.

"Shhh...." Marik hissed into Ryou's ear, rubbing his chest and belly, comfortingly. "Bakura won't hurt you. It'll feel good." Once Ryou had calmed down a bit, Bakura gently unfastened the clasp at Ryou's hip, and watched Ryou's face flush darker when he slid the thin fabric of the loincloth down his thighs.

"Hmmm... Pretty good size for such a little squirt." Marik commented, and Ryou gave an embarrassed groan.

"Marik, shut up." Bakura growled. "Ryou, this won't hurt. I promise. I'll be gentle. Do you trust me?" Marik raised his eyebrows, surprised at the consideration Bakura was showing his slave.

"....yes...." Ryou gasped, squirming in his desperate need. Bakura smiled, and leaned over Ryou, kissing his forehead. Ryou raised his head, and caught Bakura's lips with his own. Both moaned as Bakura's tongue slipped into Ryou mouth, plundering the sweet taste of his young innocence. Bakura's hands drifted down, and he gently spread Ryou's milky thighs.

Ryou broke the kiss with a loud gasp when Bakura's fingers brushed over his length. Marik grinned as Ryou squirmed in his lap, a high-pitched whine escaping his throat.

"Has anyone ever touched you like this?" Bakura asked, upon seeing the look on Ryou's face. Ryou swallowed.

"N-no..." Ryou gasped. "Not like this.... Not... THERE......" Bakura nodded, and stroked Ryou again; barely. Ryou whined again, lifting his hips, and whimpered when Bakura's touch disappeared. Marik chuckled.

"Whining gets you nowhere, little one....." The blonde purred, nuzzling Ryou's throat. "Ask nicely." Bakura grinned at Marik's comment. Ryou groaned.

"P-please! I, I need.... I need....." He gasped. Bakura leaned down, and licked at the tip of Ryou's erection. Ryou let out a wail, arching his back, and flaring his wings. Bakura blinked, as that same scent filled the room again. He felt himself get aroused, and by the look on Marik's face, he guessed that he was, too. Bakura smiled at Ryou's face, and took him into his mouth. Ryou bucked his hips up, and Bakura relaxed his throat, taking Ryou in completely. At a look from Bakura, Marik held Ryou still, as the boy writhed in his pleasure, little mewls coming from his throat as he gasped for breath. Bakura smiled around Ryou's length and gently massaged his hips, delighting in the boy's squirms, and the shivering in his limp wings. Knowingly or not, the boy was incredibly seductive.

Ryou cried out as Marik brushed his fingers over his faint pink nipples. Marik grinned at the boy's desperate cries, as he watched Bakura work the pale flesh, and Marik found his erection pressing into Ryou's back. But Ryou hardly noticed as Marik rubbed the taught peaks beneath his fingers, adding to the mind-numbing pleasure Ryou was being assaulted by.

"What do you want, angel?" Marik hissed.

"M-more...." Ryou gasped, rocking his hips with Bakura's efforts.

"Do you like it?"

"Y-yes!"

"Do you still fear us?"

"...... yes...."

"But you want more?"

"Yes!"

"Beg!!!" Marik snarled, a sadistic grin on his face.

"P-please! I need more! Please!" Ryou cried in desperation. Marik pinched Ryou's nipples, twisting them harshly, tearing a ragged cry from the child. Bakura and Marik grinned at the sparkling tears of pleasure that dripped down Ryou's soft cheeks. His body's tremors grew more violent, and Marik winced at Ryou's fierce grips on his thighs. Ryou began to sob, and thrash his head from side to side. Bakura grinned, and swallowed around Ryou. The angel's body grew rigid, and he screamed, releasing violently, before going totally limp.

"Bakura?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I fuck you again?"

".... Please do." Bakura said, and Marik put Ryou aside, and pounced. Ryou didn't even notice; he was half-conscious. He didn't snap out of it until Marik shook his shoulder.

"When Bakura comes back to reality, tell him I'll pick him up in a few hours for patrol." He said, and left. Ryou waited a few minutes, then rolled over, and looked at Bakura.

"Master?" He whispered. "Bakura?"

".... Yes?"

".... Thank you..." Ryou said. Bakura opened his eyes with a soft smile, and pulled Ryou to his chest, enveloping him in his wings.

"You're welcome, love. Go to sleep."

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^_^ Awwww.... Kawaiiiiii!!!!!!! Ryou/Bakura lemon next chapter, or the one after it. We*ll see.