Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Proliferation of the Lotus Flower. ❯ Chapter 13 ( Chapter 13 )

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The cold icy water consumed him; stealing his breath away. All his limbs hurt; his lungs burned.

The grip that the Sea Dragon had around his crushed ribs lessened but he didn't have the energy to kick.

He could see blood all around in the water. It might have been his; it might have been the monster's.

He was sinking, strange as it was- sinking- not floating upward.

The world narrowed down to soft pinpricks of light and the last thing he remembered was the feel of stiff fingers against his wrist.

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Honda burst through the water like an angry torpedo; wooden body bobbing with the pale captain dangling under his arms.

"Cast us a line!" The golem called out. The request was quickly taken care of and the pirate crew helped to haul the pair back onto the deck. The wood golem laid the un-breathing captain on the deck and pushed him on his back.

"He's not breathing; Anzu!"

"I'm here. Stand back, give me some room, I have to perform mouth-to-mouth." The ship's cook told the crew, pushing through the mass of crowded bodies.

The were-tiger of a first mate grimaced but asserted his nod. Mouth-to-mouth was not a very well known method of bringing people back to life.

Aaa, children, we know what you're thinking; what kind of self-respecting pirates would rescue their captain from almost certain death?

But it isn't quite that simple for the crew of this pirate ship. You see, there once was this little episode a while ago when the ship was just starting out on her maiden voyage. They had gotten caught in a bad storm and thrown off course so completely that they discovered a small island, hoping to moor and search for material to repair the vessel the crew had realized they'd come across a mermaid's sunning beach. The mermaids, who had never seen males of any species, were delighted with the 'fun' the crew had with them, but they also knew that some of the crew had been a bit rough. The pirates were given a magical relic; it was called the Millennium Puzzle and it could slay any creature. But they were also given a curse, should the owner of the Millennium Puzzle die in the waves of the ocean and the item lost in the sea, the crew would never be allowed to set foot on land again until they died in whatever afflicted them on the watery depths.

This curse and blessing had sent many of the crew away, but it had helped bind the remaining motley collection closer in some respects. For one; they didn't want their captain dead.

The brown haired girl pushed on the captain's chest for a few pumps before breathing into his mouth. Several crew members grimaced; it was kind of gross watching a girl do something like that. Then again, those crew members didn't bat for the usual teams. Long periods of time at sea will do that to a man… or at least that is the theory, anyhow.

"What's going on Anzu; is he breathing?" Bakura asked the woman.

She shook her head and pulled back briefly. "I need some sort of charge to go through him, trying to get his body to kick-start on its own isn't working."

Jounouchi pushed through the crew and brought his hands to the ready. "Okay, I'll try only a very light bolt first."

"Hit him… now." the cook instructed, holding the captain's body down by the wrists. Magical lightening did not move like natural lightening, that is to say, it is safe to hold someone being targeted of magical lightening while it is reputedly unsafe to hold someone being targeted by natural lightening.

"Flashero." Jounouchi murmured. Lightening raced down his finger to connect with the captain's chest.

Yami's body spasmed and he turned his head, throwing up water and a bit of blood. He went still once more.

Anzu checked his pulse. "He's breathing again, come on, we better get him to his cabin."

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Somewhere between dream and reality, reality and dream, he remembered curling around the warm creature. Although to pinpoint when would have been madness, but he did remember doing such a thing. Vaguely he remembered twining his limbs with the creature, scenting its softness and its vaguely fruitish aroma. When he began to draw away from the feverish feeling of illness and become aware he felt a long passage of time must have passed.

He was alone in the bed, not quite awake, but almost prepared to begin the process used in waking.

"Is he still a'sleep?"

"Yes, this is the third day, but last night he woke me up, he was muttering something about Elves and what they should drink. Then he said something about ducks and was quiet for the rest of the night."

The voices were incredibly familiar to him, and, he began to think-with great irritation on his part- that they were intentionally trying to wake him up. He had killed men for more. Involuntarily his fingers twitched, he wasn't sure where in the bed he was sleeping, but his axe would be near at hand.

"Fuck, I hope da' fever is gone."

"I think it is, he has slept soundly all day, and he was not sweating most of the night."

Would they shut up already? What was wrong with this crew?

"Who do I have to kill to get some sleep?" He found the words slipped from his mouth without much thought. But talking was not a good option; it meant he was acknowledging the existence of… well… existence. And if you know existence; it can be very persistent in existing. His throat was dry and the vibrations of his voice scraped it raw.

"Capt'n?"

"What?" He growled in response.

"Are… are ya' awake?"

"What do you think?"

"Ya're awake!"

"He's awake!"

"Oh shut the fuck up and get out." Yami went to roll over and came up hissing, his whole middle body made a stubborn point to inform him that moving was not on the to-do list and any further such actions would result in pain. When the stabbing agony in his rib cage finally faded the captain covered his eyes with his hands.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine…" He turned his head slightly and peeled open his eyes, peaking out between his fingers to see the remaining occupants of his cabin. Lilac eyes met his gaze and blinked doe-like at him. "Yugi, child, come back to bed."

There was no sound, the prince simply obeyed the order, shuffling over to lift the covers and slide close to the pirate's body. He wriggled around until they were touching almost everywhere and then looked up at Yami quietly. His soft, innocent eyes held no secret agenda's, no worry that he would be molested like a whore's eyes usually did. They were trusting, concerned, polite.

"Aren't you a bit close for comfort?" Not that he was complaining.

"You got irritated when I tried to sleep on one side of the bed, it was a little bit like tag under the blanket and with your injuries I thought it would be easier if I just let you snuggle up first."

"Snuggle up? I don't snuggle up, child."

"I suppose you're going to tell me you swim like a fish, next." There was a hint of cheek in the tone of that voice and Yami's eyes narrowed. Had someone told the princeling that the captain couldn't swim?

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Three days and four nights so far."

"No wonder I'm hungry." Hungry? No, he was starved, he could have eaten a horse and then some.

"Do you want me to get you something?" The prince shifted, making to get out of the covers.

"No, no. I'll be fine for now, just… stay still." He moved his hand down to settle on the prince's waist, noticing how the small figure adjusting automatically to let the captain relax his arm. Yami wondered briefly if he'd managed to screw the little prince while he was asleep; that could be good. It would mean if he went to do it when he was awake there wouldn't be much outcry at any painful bits. This brought a smirk to his face, three days of rest and he might already be in the kid's pants- was he good, or was he good?

"Do… do you remember anything about what happened?" Yugi murmured.

"I remember right up until I stopped having air to breath."

"What was the last thing you saw?"

"Water. Lots of water."

Yugi's mouth twitched softly. "So you don't know who went on after the Sea Dragon dragged you under?"

"No. But I can guess someone dived in to save me. Who was it, by the way?"

"Mr. Honda."

"Yugi! What have I told you about lying?" A cool voice interrupted them.

Yami raised his eyes to see the doorway, Jounouchi was attempting to cuff his new slave on the back of the head but was having trouble reaching without his hand being swatted away. The Elf was leaning against the door-frame, expertly holding a tray out of any 'accident' range. Yami's eyes glued themselves to the tray. Fresh fruit; cut vegetables; a mug that hopefully held water or cider; nuts; cheese…. The ship had docked at their destination obviously. Since they already had plenty of haul from a few chases previous to that of the ambassadorial ship bound for Yugi's kingdom, he knew the crew could have well afforded the price of the nuts and cheese. He'd have to find out if there had been any new editions to the crew, Bakura knew he was allowed to hire helpers if Yami couldn't approve.

"Not to?" Yugi answered hopefully.

"Then why do it? Honestly, I swear every day we spend among these vermin, you get more and more cheeky. And I am aware who it is that he spends all his time around, Jounouchi." The Elf gave his small human master a glare.

"But I'm not lying, Mr. Honda jumped into save Yami!" Yugi protested, bringing the brunette's attention full circle.

"What were you doing then; swimming?"

Jounouchi chuckled at that comment.

"I was killing the Sea Dragon. How many times do I have to tell everyone? As the duty of a prince you must eliminate any threats before saving anyone; thus hostages are expendable in this way." Yugi rolled his eyes, but only Yami saw it. The pirate captain also noticed that Yugi had his fingers crossed.

Yami glanced down at his little doll with a bit of shock; this was what they taught nobility these days? Screw the commoners, kill any threats? What kind of sick abuse of power was that?

The Elf sighed and swatted Jounouchi's hand away. "Stop it."

The blonde mage stopped it and poked his tongue out at his slave, gracefully taking the tray of food from the taller and carrying it to his captain.

Yami eyed the tray. "T'is an attempt at a peace offering?"

"Yeah, I hope it works."

"Hnm." He watched as the mage dragged a chair closer and settled the platter on its surface. Wine colored eyes flickered to Jounouchi's and he frowned. Jounouchi's usual bad-ass grin had a slight delay to it, as if there was a flicker of hesitation as to the plans behind that incredibly powerful finger. He wondered what was causing that.

"I trust we have landed at our destination?"

"Yeah, we're 'ere, we got 'ere high noon yesterday, dey' almost thought we were 'ere ta' raid 'em."

"Well…" Yami began, but he shook his head looking down at Yugi. "We should begin negotiations. How rested are you?"

"I am back ta' full strength, capt'n."

"Fine, you have my permission to proceed. But before that, send Bakura to me, I want to know what has been going on while I've been recovering."

Jounouchi turned to leave but paused, looking back at Yami with the childish feel of his real age. "Ya' know… we almost lost ya' dis' time…"

Yami lifted his hand and touched Yugi's spiky hair, twirling a tendril in his palm. The prince didn't notice.

"I can tell."

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-Three Nights Ago-

He opened his eyes up to unfamiliar sights and sounds. Wooden planks, splashes of water, the sound of rough voices yelling here and there. His body thrummed with desire, he wanted someone.

Anyone.

How many nights had he been without someone, two? That was two too long. His need overpowered all of his emotions, all of his morals, all of his reasoning.

He ached for a warm body to press against him, soft hands to touch him and to just release and be inside another-

"No offence, but you sleep like the dead." A chuckle came after this statement.

"None taken…" Hazelnut eyes followed the sound and caught a pair of lavender orbs.

He did what any vampire would do in his position; he threw out his vampiric aura like a blanket. The powers that vampires inherent when they pass from the sunlight are numerable, but perhaps the most potent of all these powers is that of the 'vampiric aura'. The vampiric aura is a feeling that vampires can throw around them, stimulated by certain pheromones, to urge someone in to feeling a certain way and thus falling prey to a vampire. Every vampire had a different aura that they could cast around them and each aura had different uses.

Ryo's aura was a scrumptious little thing. Desire flooded through the room and sent both the captive on the bed and the target in the doorway reeling. The smell of blood filled Ryo's senses, consuming them until all he could see was the Half-Elf shivering in the doorway. Ryo moaned with wanton, a sound many mistook for sexual overture, especially when under his aura's tender ministrations. He could hear the steady beat of the heart, the pulse of blood. He could see the rise and fall of the Half-Elf's chest, the beads of sweat on his body.

The Half-Elf slammed the door behind him and tore his shirt off, striding purposely toward the bed. Ryo licked his lips, tracking the big pulse in the Half-Elf's neck.

"Then you won't mind?" The blonde purred.

In the back of his mind Ryo remembered it was wrong to manipulate living creatures this way, wrong to let them advance on him, not knowing the blood-price. But the blood in the pirate's veins pumped so strongly it was headier than any aphrodisiac.

"I won't mind…" The vampire murmured to his prey. The Half-Elf all but jumped atop his prisoner and straddled the whitette. Ryo's mind finally caught up with his actions. Malik looked so much like Marik, he never pulled his aura over his apprentice, it wouldn't be fair, wouldn't be nice, not… not…

The living-being closed the gap between them and caught Ryo's lips with his own, roughly prying the vampire's mouth open with tongue and lip. Ryo closed his eyes, raising his head to get more of the wet organ inside of him, a small, barely felt slice along the side of Malik's tongue and the vampire pressed all the closer, tasting his prey, tasting the tiny flow of crimson liquid that dashed on his tongue. The kiss was long and deep, and he felt the hot breath of the Half-Elf as he forced the blonde to continue, making him breathe through his nose. He nicked the other side of the blonde's tongue and sucked at the fluid.

The blood was good, it was saltier than Marik's, but it didn't have as big a taint in it, there wasn't a strong vein of evil in this one. It sort of turned the vampire on in his own way. Really bad boys were dangerous, but dabblers, he could handle a dabbler. He liked a dabbler; something confident enough to start it, but good enough to not force it. He'd taken blood from Marik before, because sometimes the Half-Elf caught him at bad times and didn't mind soothing his master. Although Ryo knew it was because Marik had a crush on him, and he only made it worse by letting the boy donate occasionally.

Malik forced the vampire to relent and release the tongue. "You want me, fangs?"

"Be gentle, please." He purred, half-lost to the taste of the sweet blood he swallowed. This was his true form, a predator, a creature always truly in control, manipulating those around him until he knew them inside and out.

"I'll be whatever I want, fang-face. Don't worry; I know you'll like it." The blonde nuzzled the vampire's neck, tongue flickering out to taste the pale flesh where Ryo's collarbone met his throat.

The action was something his sire used to do and it brought a gasp to Ryo's lips. Suddenly he was fourteen again, and he was on a blood-high, letting his master just do it to him, they had blood on their naked bodies from their games and their eyes were sightless. The memory was intensely vivid and set Ryo's blood on fire.

"Let me please you?" He moaned, straining his body against Malik's. Feeling the fire between the mortal's legs and enjoying the hitch of breath as the question caught the horny pirate in all the right places.

This was so wrong so… so vampiric. He knew his intention for the bigger organ; he knew he had to be careful, people sometimes noticed if their body was bleeding. No! No, he wouldn't, he couldn't…

"Oh, gods… gods I want that, gods… oh yeah… fuck…No, no, no…. you can't baby, you can't; I can't untie you, captain's orders... well not the captain, but… Bakura is First-mate…" The Half-Elf moaned almost in agony, reaching up to stroke Ryo's face.

Ryo felt all his will leave him, absorbing his aura back into his body. That was right; he was a prisoner here. His lust for blood left him in a cold wash of fear and he was left with a dangerous mortal on him. What had he done?

Malik didn't seem to notice the change in his prey and pulled open Ryo's shirt, tearing the rich material when it refused to unbutton. The sound was loud and Hazelnut eyes tried to catch lavender.

"No… no, stop… no… I don't like that, child." He shifted, trying to roll the Half-Elf off him.

"Playing hard to get now?" Malik chuckled and lowered his mouth to lick a path down Ryo's chest.

The wet tongue against his skin frightened the mage. What had he invoked? Things weren't meant to get this far! "That's enough!"

The Half-Elf walked his hand up the vampire's body and forced two of his fingers into the immortal's mouth, Ryo tried to shake the digits out but only succeeded in cutting Malik's index finger on his canines. Sweet blood flooded his mouth and Ryo closed his eyes, body reacting to the nectar. His tongue lashed along the cut, adding his natural pain salve saliva to the wound so it wouldn't hurt and pressing the cut for more blood.

They shouldn't be doing this, he shouldn't be… shouldn't be letting this happen.

The blood was so sweet and milky. He sucked at it greedily.

A hand slipped into his pants and the vampire cried out, shaking the fingers from his mouth and rattling his chains. "Stop it!" he didn't want this, especially with someone who looked so much like his apprentice! He wouldn't take advantage of the mortal like this.

The fingers that had been in his mouth until seconds ago wrapped around his neck and the Half-Elf raised his head, lavender eyes narrowing. "You know, until you woke up, I had no intention of doing this, but you just gave off all the right signs, fang-face. I don't really care what was wrong with you, but don't start something you can't finish." The fingers around his neck squeezed tight for emphasis and Ryo choked on the air he was breathing. Despite common belief vampires still needed air to get oxygen to their blood.

Panic seized in the white haired boy and he struggled against his bindings. "Please don't do this!"

Malik growled and forced his fingers back into the frightened vampire's mouth; he left a smear of blood on the vampire's neck but didn't seem to notice as he went back to his previous path with his mouth, his other hand wrapping around the whitette's organ and teasing the vampire gently.

Although the ministrations were nice, Ryo was more turned on by the taste of sweet, salty blood flooding into his mouth. A pink tear escaped his eyes as he struggled against the mortal. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! He had more control than this! He didn't want to do this, it wasn't right of him, he wasn't… wasn't…

"If you keep biting my finger like that I'm going to have Bakura kill that little apprentice of yours." The blonde paused; tongue just above the vampire's belly-button.

Fear settled on Ryo's shoulders and he pulled his fangs out of the pirate's finger, not realizing he had dug into the digit. Hot blood welled up and Ryo couldn't stop himself, he licked at the wound, trying to get more from it. The pirate winced and forcefully pulled his fingers from the vampire's mouth, rising and molding their lips together. The vampire tasted the saliva on that tongue and the after-taste of blood, it was so pleseant, so good.

But wrong! Very wrong! This wasn't… he couldn't let this happen, but if he tried to resist, Marik… young, impressionable Marik would be…

"Look at you, with such a body, how can you walk down the streets at night without being molested?" The Half-Elf broke the kiss and trailed his bleeding hand down the vampire's body, around Ryo's hips and across his soft ass.

The vampire whimpered, head falling back as his captor's other hand continued the nice feeling against his sex. He was being molested right now, right now, and it wasn't right, damnit!

"You know, when we fought, I thought you were so fucking hot, moving the way you did. If you had of become a weapon-user you would have been unbeatable. But, I suppose its kind of kinky, you being a mage; you could just magic yourself to be wet… couldn't you?"

Ryo swallowed, fear lacing his throat in thick lines. He actually could do that; such a minor spell could be slipped out from under witches-bane. The pirate was really going to go through with this, he was really going to… going to…

The vampire's mind flashed back to the previous two nights, all they'd done was talk and sleep. What had gone wrong? Malik hadn't been this scary before, he hadn't been… hadn't been trying to rape Ryo before.

This wasn't supposed to happen! It was all his fault! It was all his bloody fault!

"So can you do it, fangs? Make yourself all nice and wet for me?" two of the Half-Elf's bloodied fingers slipped between the globes of the vampire's ass and rubbed suggestively in circles. Ryo whimpered in fear, nodding his head softly.

"Ohh, so talented." He leaned forward and licked the shell of Ryo's ear, biting into the flesh softly before applying his tongue to the pinkish flesh.

A shiver ran its way down Ryo's spine. He didn't want to do this, didn't want to be here right now. How could he be so stupid? The vampire felt a pink tear squeeze out of his eye and turned his head away, he didn't want anyone to see this humiliation.

"Zalle." He croaked the word of magic out through a dry through. He could feel the moister inside his body already.

Malik's tongue trailed across Ryo's cheek and licked up the tears. "Hush now, Ryo, hush."

Ryo opened his eyes to see lavender orbs gazing into his own, he felt Malik's lips  melt into his own almost at the back of his mind. Those eyes were so lustful.

~ To Be Continued…

Sweet notes: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!

Malik: YOU BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!! *Flies at her with a stake and hammer*

Ryo: WHY? FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT YOU HOLD SACRED; WHY???

Sweets: *goes to hide in a shoebox* hi-mi-tsu!

Malik: GET BACK HERE! I'M GOING TO RIP YOU FROM LIMB TO LIMB YOU GODLESS SON OF A BITCH!

Sweets: *duct-tapes the lid from the inside* Oh, I think he's pissed that I stopped it there.

Ryo: YOU THINK HE'S PISSED? I'M GOING TO FUCKING @*#!$%^)!@#$%^&*(!@)(# --------- AND THEN !@#$%^&**&^%$#@! YOU FUCKING *!&@^#^$%*!&@^#%$ 

Sweets: Oh goddess, he's swearing so badly that to put the words down would be to force one's brain to contract and squeeze out of your eyes. They don't seem like happy-chappies.

Bakura: *doing the weird-ass yami power thing and appearing inside the shoebox* Just out of curiosity, why did you do that, you're not usually that cruel to us.

Yugi: Isn't she? *sarcasm dripping from his every syllable*

Sweets: *ignoring Yugi* I um… well… I just couldn't write any more.

Bakura: Lemon-block?

Sweets: No, it just… shouldn't have gone any further… like… it was a deliberate teasing thing.

Malik: YOU FUCKING BITCH! WHEN I GET IN THERE I'M GOING TO REND YOU LIMB FROM LIMB, AND THEN I'M GONNA' DO SOME OF THE STUFF RYOU WAS SAYING!

Sweets: *pales* He can't get in the same way you did, right Baku-chan?

Bakura: … eheh…. ^_^;

Sweets: …. Ehehehehe…^_^;;;

Malik: *Grabs his millennium wand and bangs it against the shoebox, instantly transporting himself inside. In a sing-song voice;* Oh Sweetdeilyyyyy, Sweetdeilyyyyyy….

Sweet: Um… I'm going to… like… leave now… and… um… yes…. Review…… *glances nervously at her approaching doom* while there's still an author left to write the story?

Malik: SHI!!!