The wait is over!!! Whoo!

Hey everyone, don't worry, I'll keep this bit short because you all probably want to zoom ahead with the story :)

Basically - THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE COMMENTS & REVIEWS!! YOU ARE ALL AMAZING!!

I'm rather glad people liked dominant-Ryou.. I'm wondering if I should mellow him a out a little later on..? Anyway, as this update was a little longer in coming, the chapter is a longun', and yes.. it has a lemon.. I can't control myself :S

Haha, enjoy :)

Warnings: strong sexual references, strong violence & a vampire who's keen to try new things..

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Out of the Ashes - Chapter 10

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But anger was useless… Especially against his powerful Sire.

Bakura shut his eyes and shakily unclenched his fists, taking a breath before opening the dark lids once more.

The other vampire had moved, and was now kneeling next to the body of his fallen lover, a hand gently brushing the sandy hair from his face.

Ryou stood up and looked over at Bakura.

"He's not dead." He said quietly.

Bakura's eyes widened and he started forwards, stopping suddenly when the other turned his back.

"Ryou… What's wrong?" The demon asked, "He's going to be Ok right?" his voice began to waver with urgency, and took another step forwards, not really wanting to see Malik in this state.

"Not quite." Ryou replied, his voice still soft, though with a little edge, wary of Bakura's attack. "He's beyond any method of healing… I just didn't know… If you want us to our separate ways when we get out of here, I'll understand."

Bakura looked up, feeling the pain bloom once more in his chest.

Ryou turned away, but Bakura could feel Ryou's regret and sorrow as though he was hitting him again.

Of course his Sire wouldn't know who Malik was. Much less that he would come into their prison and try to kill them. Ryou started walking into the shadows, probably finding the first one they killed for a drink.

"Ryou?" he called softly.

The other turned around, and although he tried not show it, the small reflections of light on his tears was visible to Bakura. Bakura felt his heart soften, and a flicker of hope pass through him.

"Do you think I could… turn him?" he asked tentatively.

Ryou inclined his head.

"If you feel a strong enough connection with that human…" he whispered. "Be quick though… he's about to go."

Bakura nodded and moved over to his lover.

Looking at the battered face was hard, but he managed to bundle the motionless body into his arms and felt something jolt near his heart. Listening intently, Bakura could hear the very faint pulse. The feeling within his heart grew, and he leant down and pressed his lips gently to the bloodstained ones below him. Holding back the emotion that was threatening to be displayed as tears, he felt the sensation within him expand, fogging up his mind and focusing on the dying human in his embrace. Unexpectedly, Bakura tasted something in his mouth.

A hot, delicious flame of hope.

Instinct taking over, he raised Malik's punctured neck to his lips, digging his sharp fangs into the tanned skin, drinking a few mouthfuls before the new sensation burst forth, his vampiric body intentionally injecting the fiery venom into the slim human.

A moment of torturous, completely pain-ridden moments.

Bakura hugged the bloody body to him and listened intently as the weak heart abruptly stopped.

A horrible minute of silence, and the organ jumped into action once more, stronger, more powerful, stimulating the human to change state.

He now knew Malik would survive, just in a different form. A feeling of relief like he'd never felt washed over him, and his mouth curled into a joyous grin.

The cool barrel of a gun was suddenly pressed to the back of his head.

"Drop him, vampire." A voice growled from behind him.

Bakura sniffed the air.

The human must be strong, he thought, as Marik dug the barrel deeper into his head. Bakura turned his body slightly to look into the angry violet eyes above him. He snarled slightly and hugged the limp body closer, curling protectively around Malik.

"Please don't intimidate him." Ryou's calm voice was heard from behind Marik.

Marik inhaled quickly and trained his gun on the other sharply, pointing it at Ryou's forehead, eyes darting between the two deadly vampires. His broken arm was cradled to body, and his breath was ragged from his damaged ribs.

"I'll do whatever I fucking please!" he said gruffly, "You're not the one to be making demands, Demon."

Ryou's eyes became patronising.

"Am I not?" he asked, "For a hunter, you're rather stupid… Don't you know that I could calculate the movement of your finger before you even know it yourself? I can see which tendon is going to be employed to dispatch me before the impulse is even sent down your arm… Did they not teach you that in hunter school?"

Marik growled, his eyes fixed on the pale vampire.

"Shut up, and hand Malik over." He demanded.

Bakura narrowed his eyes.

"Fuck off before I let my Sire kill you- then we'll both enjoy your blood." He hissed.

Ryou smirked slightly as Marik's eyes grew increasingly more panicked.

"I'm afraid Bakura has more of a claim on Malik than I think you know." Ryou said in a hushed voice.

Marik's eyes widened.

"…B-Bakura?" he whispered.

The vampires exchanged glances: their reputation preceded them?

A faint sound of quick footfalls caught their attention as men ran towards the room. Marik dropped his gun to his side.

"Temporary truce. I'll show you the way out." He said in a rush.

Bakura stood up, Malik bundled in his arms.

Ryou gave Marik an untrusting look.

"If this is a trap, then we will kill you." Ryou said simply.

"Yeah, Ok," Marik said absently, his eyes scanning around the room. "Let's go."

The vampire nodded and ran after the human with Ryou into the depths of the hall.

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Bakura growled once more.

Would Marik not just get the message and stay away from what was his already?

He clasped the curled up body tighter in his arms and buried his nose in the sandy hair, his narrowed chocolate eyes trained on Marik, who was sitting against the opposite wall. The violet eyes narrowed back at the vampire lying on the sagging sofa, his broken arm tingling slightly as though it was a warning.

As if to break it up, Ryou walked in through the ruined doorframe, a knife in his hand.

"Bakura?" he asked quietly.

Said vampire's eyes flicked to his Sire, before going back to their constant staring at the human.

There was only a little credit to be given Marik, in Bakura's opinion. True, he had managed to get them out of the rabbit-run that was King's hideout, and then find them a dilapidated apartment at the opposite end of the city, complete with peeling wallpaper and an assortment of furniture not worth stealing. Here they were safe, and knew that it would be a while before the Royals caught up with them.

"We better go and do our wings." Ryou continued, his voice absent, and his eyes not meeting Bakura's.

Bakura reluctantly nodded, pulling himself into a sitting position, his bound limbs awkward on his back. Marik stood up.

"Marik," Ryou said, his voice hard, "once a vampire has Sired someone-"

Marik visibly cringed at the idea that the one he loved was now the thing he despised.

"-it is incredibly difficult for them to leave their creation. But this is going to be messy… and we wouldn't want to accidently injure M-Malik."

Bakura inclined his gaze to Ryou, who stood resolute, completely ignoring his slip up.

"Come on, then."

Bakura nodded and growled half-heartedly at Marik, who walked over to the sofa. Only perching on the damp cushions when the protective vampire was safely out of the room, his eyes skimmed the still-bloody form of his lover in sadness.

Ryou strode confidently down the corridor with Bakura in tow.

Not a word was said as they walked for a few minutes down the ruined floorboards until they got to a medium-sized room with a rusty bedstead and old mattress in the corner. Once they were standing the middle, they regarded each other for a moment before Ryou spoke again.

"Shall I do you first?" he asked, "Then you can copy me."

Bakura simply nodded.

A flash of visible pain sparked in Ryou's eyes, his cool demeanour cracking slightly to reveal his hurt.

Bakura's mind sped up slightly. He was so confused right now. His brain told him that he wanted both Malik and Ryou, though his vampiric senses were training mainly on Malik, because he had just turned him, yet he still felt completely devoted to Ryou. However, he didn't know what Ryou wanted. How could his Sire ever accept that he wanted to love them both?

Ryou had been cold with him ever since his attack, and Bakura knew that the pain felt by Ryou was because he loved him, and he thought that Bakura no longer wanted this. For the first time in his vampiric life that he had been loved, and loved back, and now he was turned away... This is what he truely believed.

Bakura knew he would have to explain, but only when this protectiveness of Malik had passed.

He got down to his knees in front of Ryou and leant forwards.

The way that their wings were bound was quite clever. A thick, single chain had been wrapped around the bones at the edge of their wings, forced through their very flesh and feathers, stopping them from opening. At either end, the metal had been melted and linked together to form a loop that stopped the chain coming out. The hot metal had burnt them and the tightness dug into them- the result was that the vampires had absolutely no movement in their wings.

Ryou held the knife firmly in one hand, and brushed away Bakura's tangled white hair carefully. Bakura shivered slightly at the fingers ghosting over his neck.

"I'm going to have to break your wings in four places." Ryou said emotionlessly. "To get the loops out- twice on each wing."

Bakura nodded, gritting his teeth, he didn't know if Ryou's current mood would make this more or less painful.

His delicate pale fingers ran up the feathers and gripped the place he was going to break first.

"Ok… This is going to hurt… Sorry." The last word was whispered before Ryou swiftly snapped the bone.

Bakura let out a groan of pain, and his breath hitched as fire swept through him.

Ryou quickly cut through the black feathers and in between the break, pulling the two halves apart slightly, slicing down to the metal, which he swiftly dragged up and out of the wing. He then shoved the two ends back together, Bakura's blood pouring over his hands, he leant down, tongue darting out to help the healing process as Bakura quivered in pain, his breath uneven.

Ryou waited until the first wound was healed before repeating the process on the other wing, Bakura letting out small shouts of agony as the Ryou worked. Once the loop was free, Ryou pulled it back through the holes that bound the wings together, yet more blood coating his hands, he had to keep wiping them on his already filthy trousers to stop the knife slipping from his fingers.

Soon, Bakura's torture was over, and his suddenly free wings flapped joyously, splattering the peeling walls and Ryou with ruby blood.

His body finally healed the wounds fully, and he stood up, smiling at Ryou in thanks.

Ryou just gave him a slight smile and passed the other the knife, kneeling down in the small pool of blood on the floor. Bakura stroked his long-bound wings gently, calming his Sire.

That didn't stop Ryou's choked cry as Bakura proceeded to remove his bindings. Ryou screwed up his eyes as the pain overtook him, his fingers digging into the wooden floor, splinters embedding themselves under his nails.

When the pain got so much that Ryou felt like he was about to pass out, it was over.

Ryou crouched on the floor, breathing heavily, his free wings hanging at his sides and trailing on the ground.

Bakura felt an impulse to act. He knelt down in front of his Sire and reached out a hand, on which Ryou's blood was smeared up the elbow.

Gently, he placed a finger under Ryou's chin and lifted his bowed head. Ryou flinched and whipped his head up, his pain-filled eyes meeting Bakura's, he backed away slightly.

"…Ryou." Bakura whispered.

Ryou narrowed his eyes, abruptly tucking his black wings up onto his back, the limbs nestling against his bloody pale skin comfortably for the first time in a long while.

"So now you decide to talk to me?" he hissed, "Save it. I know you're going to tell me to leave. I'll go; I know where you'll be happiest… Not with me…" he added very quietly, so even Bakura had to strain his hearing.

"No, Ryou, I'm not going to ask you anything like that." Bakura said softly, shifting closer, and watching in torment as crystal tears began to skim down Ryou's dirty face.

"I… I don't know how to explain… But I love Malik, you know I do, Marik knows it as well." Bakura said, emphasising the human's name. "Even though I can smell quite clearly that their scents are all over each other… That they've been together… I still want him-"

"Then go and bloody leave with him then. Go to England. Leave! You can fly now, so what's stopping you? Some crazy bond between you and your Sire? Well you've shown that that doesn't really count for much between us! So just go."

Ryou's angry tears were streaming down his face as he quickly got to his feet.

Bakura followed him up, and grasped his wrist as his Sire tried to leave. Ryou let out a sob and attempted to free himself, only to be shoved against the wall by Bakura's body. He cried again as he once more strived to be free, but Bakura's strength pinned his bloody hands with the ripped up fingertips above his head. The metal through their palms clinked.

"Ryou!" Bakura growled, trying to make the other see sense. "I fucking want you! Of course I do! You're beautiful, and I need you, but I just don't know what to do about Malik. I want you both, but that probably sounds stupid and greedy. I've just Sired myself, and I'm feeling the same as you did about me when we were stuck in that hell-hole." Ryou's pained face slipped slightly and his struggling stopped. "Can't you see that I love you both? I need you both, but I just feel so selfish, and I wouldn't want to put you through anything that would hurt you because… because I love you Ryou."

Ryou looked into the chocolate eyes and knew Bakura was telling the truth.

Deep down he knew that he would never be able to leave Bakura, he loved him.

He loved him so much.

So much that he would be willing to share the other with Malik?

His wet eyes blinked a few times, trying to process what Bakura had just said rationally. He felt a build up of emotion in his chest.

Ryou abruptly reached forwards and closed the distance between their lips.

Roughly kissing Bakura, he was allowed entry, his tears of anger and relief mingling with the blood from the puncture he created on Bakura's cracked lips.

Ryou drew his reserves of strength and stepped forwards, dragging Bakura's hands around with him, he slammed them back up against the wall, rough kisses permeated by moans of lust. Raking his healed nails down the pale arms, Ryou tangled his fingers in the other's dirty hair, Bakura forcefully grabbing his hips and jarring them together. Breaking the kiss, Ryou let his tongue dart out to taste Bakura's blood that was running down his chin.

"Show me, Bakura…" he whispered, his vampiric instincts taking over, and judging by the look in Bakura's eyes, his were too.

The tears on his cheeks glistened.

"Show me…" Ryou repeated, pressing them further into the wall, "That you love me… Properly."

Bakura's eyes widened slightly, but he knew that it would only have been a matter of time before this would happen between them. He just never though it would be under these circumstances.

Smirking, Bakura reached behind his neck to grab Ryou's hands. He roughly dragged his wrists away and with a few short steps, he threw his Sire onto the bed. The metal bedstead clanged into the wall, and the plaster chipped off in a few places.

Ryou was quickly on his knees, his dark gaze almost hidden under his wild hair, he watched hungrily as Bakura stepped closer, his arousal forming under his jeans.

Bakura pushed Ryou down by his shoulder, and the other fell back submissively, Bakura hovering over him, he leant down to ravage his mouth.

Ryou suddenly flipped them over, grinding their hips together; Bakura's nails raked down his back, the pain causing him to arch closer, instead pleasure taking place. Ryou growled in arousal and drew out another passionate kiss, moving down to nip Bakura's collar bone, small spots of scarlet being lapped up swiftly, and the hot tongue tasting the array of substances that lingered over the strong chest. There was a small taste of something that he recognised instantly as Malik's blood, and Ryou paused for a second. Unintentionally giving Bakura an opening to grab his hands and turn them around so that his back was pressed against the metal bed head.

Bakura felt an incredible amount of love and lust pulsing through him. He wanted to show Ryou how he felt, and the other was only to happy to comply, reciprocating the combination of rough and gentleness that the two found so arousing.

Ryou's wings shielded his back from the hard metal, and he struggled for dominance in the deep kiss Bakura was giving him, hands roaming frantically over each other's tarnished skin. Ryou withdrew and pressed their hips together, looking into Bakura's eyes with complete trust. Keeping eye contact, his hands slowed and traced down the other's defined body to rest at the fly of his ragged jeans.

Bakura reached up to tenderly stroke his Sire's flyaway hair out of his eyes somewhat, before resting his hands against the wall on either side of Ryou's head. Nudging his hips into Ryou's hands slightly, Bakura leant down to capture his lips briefly before pulling back to admire the pale features.

Ryou's pulse sped up and he bit his lip.

Tantalisingly slowly, he undid the top button, fingers light on the fabric. Next followed the zip, pulled down link by link. Bakura quivered slightly as Ryou's hands felt for the sides of his jeans and tugged them down lightly, his member freed from its confines.

One last look into each other's eyes, and Ryou leant forwards for a passionate kiss, his tongue skimming past Bakura's lips; his hands sought the jeans, dragging them off with the help of Bakura. Shifting back slightly, Ryou knocked the other onto the mattress, settling between the bent legs and running his fingers over the exposed skin. A devious glance at the larger pale vampire, and Ryou wrapped his hand around the length before him, eyes closed, he engulfed the organ in a warm, wet heat.

Bakura moaned, hands grasping the grimy sheet atop the uncomfortable bed. Not that that mattered right now. All that mattered was Ryou's tongue tracing him so seemingly expert, hands pumping and caressing, moist cavern descending upon him with such pleasure as to arouse his full being. Ryou groaned slightly- Bakura sure tasted good- the vibrations sending a rush of pleasure to the other. He moved his lips up and down over the straining length and sucked the way Bakura had unintentionally taught him to; his own experiences displayed as such acts. Speeding up, Ryou's fingers explored Bakura's most intimate areas, his dominant instinct sparking inside him.

Through his pleasure, Bakura knew he had to stop soon. He wanted to show Ryou his feelings, and his Sire had so kindly warmed him up- in more ways than one.

Reaching down, he tangled his fingers in Ryou's hair, reluctantly pulling him off his cock, the other quickly got the message and moved over him on all fours, leaning down and sharing a heated kiss. Bakura bit the plump lips for a brisk hit of the sweet blood, before flitting his fingers over the aroused body hovering over him, arriving at the trouser hem. Yanking the troublesome clothes off the slim body, he ran his hands over the soft wings before meeting the smooth behind and pulling it downwards, rubbing their hips together. Ryou ripped his mouth away to gasp, his chocolate eyes slipping shut at the sensation.

Bakura smirked and grasped the pale hips once more, shifting Ryou so that his length was above his head. Ryou let out a throaty moan as Bakura's tongue flicked out and circled him once. A pause and a deep breath. Pulling Ryou down to him, Bakura surrounded the throbbing flesh with his mouth. Ryou let out a choked cry and let himself be overcome by the wet organ moving so deliciously over his cock. Bakura encouraged the up and down movement to a moderate pace, deepthroating suddenly just to hear Ryou's moan that he so adored.

Slipping three fingers into his mouth beside Ryou's manhood, Bakura coated the digits in moisture. He then reached up and carefully traced around Ryou's virgin opening.

The elder vampire quivered.

Bakura removed his mouth from the member and lovingly kissed the milky inner thigh.

Slowly, he pushed his slick finger into the tightness. Ryou did not make a noise, but Bakura heard his breath stutter quietly, his eyes scrunching up as he winced. Taking the length back into his mouth so as to distract him, Bakura embedded his finger fully inside the other vampire. Ryou felt a complicated mix of discomfort and pleasure. Bakura's mouth so expertly working him was countering the intrusion effectively. He felt the other manipulate him then, gently pushing him onto his side, moving upwards so that they were face to face, Ryou's pale leg resting over his hips, their members brushing abruptly.

Ryou looked into Bakura's eyes and found love.

He wrapped his arms around the strong torso as Bakura slid in another finger, his vampiric body cancelling out the slight pain by healing itself, though it didn't stop the discomfort. Bakura saw his Sire's face contract slightly and leant down to press a tender kiss to the pale neck, stroking his fingers up to the heat. Leaning back once more, he slid the digits out to add a third, a little effort needed to enter the opening. Ryou's eyes screwed up and he let out a soft moan at the initial pain. Bakura used his spare arm to pull them flush up against each other, whispering soothing words in his Sire's ear, moving his fingers delicately. Ryou's slender fingers gripping tendrils of his snowy hair in comfort.

The smaller vampire suddenly jolted.

A flash of pleasure rushed from the base of his spine. Bakura smirked as he felt the other's movement.

Taking note of the angle, he drew his fingers out and slid them quickly back in. Ryou shook and let out a gasp, eyes locking with dark chocolate with a newfound lust. Growling softly in anticipation, Ryou shoved them back over, pulling Bakura's enquiring hand off him he hovered over the other's pale body. Appreciating the attractive vampire sprawled beneath him, Ryou settled above the other's hips, his hand reaching down to grasp the rock-hard length.

Bakura smirked up at him. Ryou moved down, his hand guiding the member to its destination.

A disjointed moan fell from his lips as Bakura thrust his hips up at the last moment, embedding himself fully into his Sire.

Ryou's body shook, his hands splayed on the defined stomach, he bowed his head, his breath coming in gasps he rested on the other.

His wings had slightly flared, the black feathers poised in the thick air. Almost motionless, he took in the sensation: the pain was ebbing away now, replaced by a feeling of arousal that was showing on his length, the feeling of completeness flowing through him.

Bakura watched his Sire carefully, his hands poised on the shivering hips. Ryou had just impaled himself on his straining cock, and the feeling that had greeted him had been none like he'd ever experienced. The tight and heat was causing him a lot of self control issues. All he wanted to do now was pound Ryou into the bed- though he realised that was probably what he would end up doing within the next few minutes- though it was his first time, and he didn't want to excessively hurt his Sire.

After a few heartbeats, Ryou looked up at him, a wanton look spread across his features.

Bakura felt a swell of love and lust and jerked his hips to a pleasured gasp. Ryou groaned in appreciation as his creation suddenly flipped them over, grabbing his slim legs and holding them up slightly, he drew out of the heat and thrust back in, sending a wave of pleasure over them both. The next thrust had Ryou screaming. Bakura smirked at his handiwork and positioned himself to give Ryou the full benefit of this. Slamming into the other again and the smaller arched his hips to meet the powerful movement, his mind fogging up at the sensation. The bed clattered into the peeling wall and ground into the weakened floorboards as Bakura repeatedly thrust into the slim body, Ryou showing his evident appreciation. Bakura shifted the pale legs over his shoulders to get a new angle, the heat from his hips spreading over him like fire, both their bodies covered in sheens of glistening perspiration.

It didn't take long before the two were on a crash course to their inevitable bliss.

Vampiric bodies heightening their senses, Bakura's speed got impossibly harder and deeper, and Ryou met him with waning vigour, his body ready to give up to the demon ravishing him. Bakura reached down and grasped the straining length, feeling that they were both near. Pumping the hardened flesh, he listened to Ryou's pants become incoherent words, suddenly erupting into is name, his whole body clenching and his eyes rolling back, Ryou slammed into his orgasm, coating Bakura's fingers. Bakura himself felt the tight become too pleasurably unbearable, he fed a few deep thrusts before leaning forwards and embedding himself deeply inside his lover, giving him unique warmth that Ryou received with a welcoming arch of his back.

Bakura lifted himself off the smaller and looked into the half-lidded eyes with a hazy happiness.

Ryou gave him a sleepy smile and let himself be placed under the scratchy blanket, Bakura drawing him into a protective embrace and kissing his forehead.

Bakura stroked the matted white hair affectionately.

"Was that a good enough demonstration?" he asked in a soft, husky voice.

Ryou nuzzled his face into the other's neck, his lips briefly outlining the small scars from where his fangs had pierced Bakura as a human.

He felt a wave of love for the other.

"Best demonstration I've ever had," he murmured, "though actually... it's the first… I hope they become a frequent event."

Bakura chuckled gently, the vibrations comforting the other.

"I assure you they will... I love you, Ryou, my Sire."

"I love you too." Ryou answered, his heart swelling.

Ryou felt himself become more and more relaxed, his afterglow suggesting sleep.

However, after a few minutes, Bakura began to get a nagging feeling in his mind. After attempting to ignore this, his sex-induced calm was broken as the realisation hit him.

Malik.

He needed him, now.

The connection and protectiveness was back. Great. Ryou would approve Bakura mused.

Carefully trying to disentangle himself proved unsuccessful.

"Bakura?" Ryou whispered questioningly.

Bakura observed the soft brown eyes in the dim room. He gave an apologetic look, and Ryou immediately caught on.

The smaller withdrew his hold and shifted away slightly.

"…Sorry, Ryou… I-"

Ryou rolled over and placed a finger on Bakura's lips.

He gave a small understanding smile and caressed Bakura's cheek.

"It's fine. Go and get him, and bring him here," Ryou smirked slightly, "if you're lenient enough to let me touch him."

Bakura gave his Sire a genuine smile, happiness flooding him at Ryou's acceptance of Malik.

Of course he wouldn't have any problems with Ryou being close to his creation; after all, Ryou was one of the people he trusted most in the world. He gave Ryou a lingering kiss before swinging his legs over the side of the bed, striding confidently out of the room.

Marik heard soft footfalls coming towards the room. His hand tightened around the warm handle of his gun as the footsteps became louder. His pulse raced as he glanced down at Malik's unconscious face briefly, before setting his gaze towards the crumbling doorframe.

Just as his heart rate was about to rocket through the ceiling, a familiar figure walked through the door.

Even with his intense distaste for vampires, Marik had to admit that Bakura was utterly magnificent.

Illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the broken glass at the window, his pale skin gleamed and shadows threw his muscular body into glory.

...Plus he was completely naked.

The vampire moved with fluid motion through the room towards him and Malik.

Growling softly in warning, the demon bared his teeth slightly at the human, daring him to do anything stupid. Bakura bent down and gathered his limp lover into his arms. Giving Marik a small nod, he moved smoothly out of the room, leaving the human with a last view of his magnificent unbound feathered wings, and swirling scent of sex.

Ryou waited for Bakura's return dutifully.

The other entered the room and suppressed his feeling of arousal at the sight of Ryou lingering for him, the blanket pooled around his hips, and his head resting on one of his outstretched arms on the old mattress. Moving over to the bed, Bakura leant over and placed Malik carefully on the other side of Ryou, the changing human shifting slightly. Ryou smiled as Bakura then slid into bed on the other side of him.

The larger vampire was content with just the presence of his other lover, and he knew that Ryou would want to be close to him right now.

Winding his arms around the slim frame beside him, Bakura pulled his Sire flush against his body. Ryou smiled and buried his face close to the other's skin, breathing in his aroma.

The pale vampire jumped suddenly in Bakura's embrace.

A pair of slim, tanned arms had just wrapped themselves around his waist from behind. Bakura opened his sleepy eyes and noticed Malik moving in his unresponsive state. He smiled as the tanned one nuzzled his face into Ryou's feathery wings, his cheek pressed against the down; he tightened his grip on the lithe pale waist and became motionless once more.

Bakura looked down at Ryou and gave him a smile, which was returned.

Settling down once more, Bakura felt a rush of love and happiness run through him before he slept.

Ryou felt content.

Pressed between two bodies, he knew he could never afford to have negative thoughts towards Malik... Come to think of it, if he was going to accept Bakura's needs, he would have to accept Malik fully as well. The changing human wasn't exactly bad looking, Ryou mused, and if Bakura liked him, he was sure he would too.

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A tad steamy really..

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