Into the Darkness 5- The Slayer's Circle.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me (fortunately for the characters) I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh in any way, shape or form. After all, if I did, there would be so much shonen-ai moments that it would not be at all funny. I do however own the AU of this particular fic, and some of the powers/legends attributed with the vampires in this fic, including the idea of Lords of Darkness.
Warning: Yaoi/Shonen-Ai! If you don't like, please don't read! Rated for later content, swearing, limes and blood. This is, after all a VAMPIRE fiction. Darkshipping- i.e. Yami and Bakura
Flames shall be extinguished with great force because it is bush-fire season and I hate bush-fires. Many Australians do.
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Ok, I must grovel for all my readers' forgiveness, as I had completely forgotten about this. I only remembered because my beta (and best friend) rang me up and kicked my butt for not uploading in awhile. What made it worse was that she did it in a nice way... sweatdrops
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Akefia. Those eyes… they finally have a name and face to attach them to. I turn the name over and over inside my head.
"Yami."
I snap back to reality. Did I really space out that badly just then? How long was the young one calling me?
"Yes?"
"You can put me down now."
Ah. I'd forgotten he was still on my back. Damn Akefia! He'd best hurry if he doesn't want to be locked outside of the Circle.
Another nudge brushes my mind. Opening the connection, I ask: //Akefia? Are you well? Hurry- I'm closing the Circle.//
/…Fine…I'm fine./ Akefia's mental voice trails off. /Where do I find you Atemu? I must speak with you./
I mentally create an image of our building and attempt to 'send' it at him. //Apartment 8A// I tell him.
/Ah!/ He sounds surprised. /You learn quickly, Pharaoh./
Hm. I already knew that.
/I'll be there shortly. You're not too far away, actually./ he finishes, breaking the connection.
I frown and shake my head. He sounded awfully distracted.
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"Yami, I get the feeling you've not been completely honest with me. Your name's not really Yami, is it?"
"No, my true name is Atemu. I don't really remember much of my life before I was Turned- not many of us do- so there's really not much point asking me about it." I tell him bluntly, hoping to head off the question he was definitely going to ask, judging from my experience of human nature.
I really don't feel like explaining right now… Though I am not truly lying, I honestly don't remember much at all- barely anything actually...
"And did you know the white-haired man- sorry, white-haired vampire back there?"
"You could say he knows me. After all- I am his Sire. And it's Lord, not vampire, Slayer's Child."
My eyes widen. "You aren't my Sire! Amaya…"
His eyes go cold, yet still somehow seem to burn with an icy fury. "That woman has done naught but interfere since this whole mess began. A thousand years ago you were dying. Because you owed me Blood Debt, I had a tracking spell on you. This activated (to my eternal surprise) and I came to find you. You were so close to death that the only way left to save you was to Turn you. I agreed for her to look after you while I took care of some brief errands. When I came back, you were both gone, and the bond was masked. She hid you from me and for a thousand years I haven't stopped searching. You owe me double Blood Debt now, and I am not leaving your presence again till I collect."
Yugi looks from my stunned face, to Akefia's finely boned features, coldly arrogant and angry before looking back to mine. "While that's all well and good, Yami wants to activate some… 'Circle of Protection' thingummy-whatsit and apparently you need to come in if you don't want to be locked outside of it."
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I am not really listening though, because I am still stuck on what this other Lord of Darkness has just told me.
Amaya lied to me? Impossible….
but…
I know that Siring is supposed to create a magical bond and…
I could never speak to Amaya the way Akefia spoke with me when we were in the room with that blonde Lord.
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"Circle of Protection?" Akefia says in a sharp tone of voice. "And who in Ra's name is this Yami character?"
"Something like that. And Yami is the name that he gave me. Atemu or something I think you said his name was?" Yugi answers, pointing at me.
Akefia gives me an appraising look, before his face gains a slightly absent quality and he nods. "Ah." and steps into the room.
As soon as he enters, I snap from my semi-dazed state and beckon to the young one; "Yugi, come here."
He does, and swiftly I rip up the tatami mat I had been examining earlier, exposing the runic hexagram shape drawn over a Celtic cross that had been carved into the wooden flooring.
I see Akefia's eyes widen slightly out of the corner of my eye and I pull Yugi's arm to me, nicking his wrist with the talon-like nail of my forefinger before he has a chance to object.
I shake his wrist and a drop if his blood falls onto the intricate circle, hoping that the older Lord can deal with the temptation of freshly shed blood.
The Circle lights up with an eerie pale pink light and expands to the walls, whereupon the light then spreads onto the walls, doors and windows before seemingly sinking into them and disappearing with not a hint of any supernatural occurrence ever having happened.
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"That was a surprise." Yugi says wryly, examining the small cut in his wrist.
"How did you know that that was a protective circle, Atemu? And what the proper trigger was?" Akefia asks, kneeling to trace the outermost edge of the indented circle with his delicate-seeming fingertips.
"I lived with a miko with a grudge against vampires-slash-Lords-slash-oni for a thousand years- knowing protective rituals was a standard thing- even if I couldn't perform them properly." I say, smiling slightly at the memory of my stern red-headed taskmistress.
"If she had a grudge against vampires- why were you living with her?" Yugi asks in a stunnedly disbelieving voice.
"Long story, don't ask. I barely remember myself."
Akefia arises smoothly, running a slender hand through his wild white hair, before examining his hand and frowning.
He shot me an odd look, then looked back to his hand, then back at me.
"What? Is there something on my face?" I ask shortly. Really, those looks are making me rather uneasy. He's looking at me as though…
Oh.
I widen my eyes.
Well. That's something of a shock.
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I hadn't used the Compulsion Aura since long before I'd even heard of Atemu, and it would seem that I'd forgotten the Ra-damned side-effects.
What, you didn't think, unlimited powers of seduction and compulsion had a downside?
At any rate, depending on how powerful an Aura you use, it temporarily increases the user's… drive. It can also bring out your innermost hidden fantasies/desires at the same time in some cases.
Meaning that you spend however many hours (perhaps even a day or more if you used a strong one), with a strong, semi-insatiable craving. Hence the reason few Lords used it extensively- the price was usually too high, considering that without the Aura, none of those weak bumblers could seduce a tea-kettle.
It has a sort-of… re-charge period, you might say, so most of them were left to deal with the cravings however else they could until it wore off.
And damn it all, I'd forgotten just how… pretty that Pharaoh is!
This can't end well… The Aura would appear to have…
Ah well, it is just as well I'm not like most of those idiots… With that, I allow a seductive smirk to form on my face…
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Yugi looks from me to Akefia. "I'm going to check what's here to sleep on. The agent said the previous owners had left some things behind."
I hear him leave, but I don't see him, my eyes are fixed warily on Akefia's.
His face settles into a languid smirk, eyes half-lidded. "Well, Atemu. You've certainly… matured." he says, voice matching his air of lazy seduction. With that, I feel his eyes run up and down my body, pretty much caressing me with his gaze.
Fuck. (And yes, I do know that I have yet to swear, but in this case… with another Lord looking at me as though he'd like nothing better than to pull off my clothes, well. I feel it is definitely merited.)
He's eyeing me off as though I'm something to… well… eat.
"Atemu, whatever is the matter?" he purrs and I can't prevent the shiver that racks my frame at the sound of his low-pitched, intimate tone. "Your 'breathing'- it sounds so shallow! I could swear that your heart was actually beating! Rather quickly too, if you ask me." As he speaks, he slinks forward smoothly, licking his lips.
Not good. Definitely not… "Nngh…" I moan softly as the backs of his knuckles brush my cheek, and I back away.
"Hm. Your eloquence has waned over the years, Atemu."
Not my fault I can't seem to think clearly when you touch me.
Again he advances, and I keep backing away, until I feel the wall against my back. I curse at myself. How could I be so incredibly dense as to allow myself to be caught between a wall and a… well, quite literally a 'hard place'.
One of the abnormally pointy teeth that mark him as a vampire of some form is peeking over his lip as he gives a wide smirk. He's realised he's got me exactly where he wants me.
Akefia presses the length of his body against mine, snaking an arm around my waist, and I feel the hardness of him against my own not entirely soft manhood.
Leaning down slightly, he whispers in my ear; "Why do you seem to be frightened of me, Pharaoh? I can sense you, and I know that you find my touch pleasing…"
He reaches up with the hand not resting on my waist and runs the very tips of his fingers over the tiny raised bumps of skin that mark where his fangs entered my neck. "Are you afraid I'll hurt you?" he asks softly.
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No, I'm not afraid of that. Somewhere in my mind, I had already acknowledged the impossibility of that.
He lightly kisses my neck, no more than a brush of lips over my flesh and I shiver.
That, Akefia.
That is what I fear.
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/You should know by now that I'd never hurt you needlessly./ he sends mentally, and I feel his thoughts wind themselves intimately around my own in a way akin to the way his body is wound about mine.
I have got to stop this. I've only known him for a few hours (not counting the thousands of years I'd supposedly known him before.)
There is no way I'm going to let him have his way with me that quickly.
He'll learn I'm not that easy to seduce.
"Akefia, please…" I gasp, hoping he'll catch my drift. He looks up, and my not-necessary (but habitual) breath stops as I see the heated expression in his half-lidded eyes.
"Are you… pleading with me, Atemu?" he asks playfully, stroking his fingers down the line of my jaw, tilting my chin towards him.
I close my eyes. Don't look, don't look, don't look… I chant to myself. "Please… don't." His grip tightens for an instant before relaxing, as though trying not to spook me.
His thoughts however, twine themselves even more possessively around mine.
"Don't what, dear boy?" he asks silkily.
"We shouldn't…be… doing this…" I manage to somehow gasp out in a strangled tone. You see, his hands were still moving over my body. It is… somewhat distracting to say the least.
"Perhaps not." he acquiesces, before finally kissing me roughly. "But I've never much cared what I 'shouldn't' do." he finishes intensely, cupping my cheek in his surprisingly soft hand.
I lick my lips, tasting the fluid seeping from the grazes his sharp teeth- not yet fangs, but not entirely normal either- had left as well as just the simple taste of him.
And that is the taste that undoes the last of my self control.
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"Stuff this." I growl, leaning in and feathering kisses up his neck. His skin is as cold as mine and smooth and perfect against my lips, as though I'm kissing a marble statue.
His thoughts convey a sense of delighted pleasure to mine before releasing their stranglehold slightly. He arches his neck and lets out a little sound.
"Mm, you've no idea how good that is." he groans, slipping back into ancient Arabic.
"I could hazard… a guess." With that, I lick from the hollow at the base of his throat, up the side of his neck, stopping just under his ear before nipping softly, so as not to mar the perfection of his skin as I lightly move my hips against his, pushing both our erections together.
"Ra above, Atemu, don't start something you don't want to finish." he warns, apparently lucid for a brief moment. "I may not be able to control myself."
Why, at what point did I say I don't want to finish it?
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Fucking. Hell. I think I may have brought him around. Gods! The haze of desire brought on by the Compulsion Aura dissipates for a second as he ever so gently nips the skin under my ear, and I feel a strange sense of guilt. Originally, he'd wanted no part in this, and he would likely regret it if he went any further with me.
I feel his hips rub against mine, and a sensation very much like fire rockets up my body at the sensation of his hardness against mine.
I must at least try to warn him, else I may do something we'll both regret. I have no intention of pushing him away because of some stupid incident that was caused by lack of control.
"Ra above, Atemu, don't start something you don't want to finish." I say, half-pleading half-warning.
The Pharaoh merely looks up at me, and by the gods it takes all my not inconsiderable strength of will not to rip off our clothes and take him there against the wall.
"And what, Akefia, would you do if I did?" he inquires softly.
Did I hear that right? Obviously our minds are even more intertwined than I'd thought, for he answers my unspoken question.
"You heard right." he whispers, and places an innocently chaste kiss against my lips.
Fucking. Hell.
I lace my fingers into the smaller male's hair, cradling the back of his head and deepening the kiss, turning it from chaste to heated.
Unfortunately, I had forgotten about the Slayer-child.
"Yami?"
I could really go for a light meal right about now.
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