Bring Me To Life
Chapter 5: Dinner And Admissions
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Frozen inside without your touch,
Without your love, darling.
Only you are the life among the dead.
"What about dinner?"
The words hammered through Bakura's head, his heart leaping as if it had been touched. He blushed as he realized that he was standing there, mouth open and panting softly.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry... I was just-"
"Distracted?" Ryou took Bakura's chin and dropped a gentle chaste kiss on Bakura's lips. "I'll go with you and help you if you like."
Bakura nodded dumbly and walked over to where he had dropped his keys and picked them up before placing them on the key hook next to the door. He then walked into the spacious kitchen, Ryou on his heels. Ryou stopped in the middle of the room to look around himself in awe. The kitchen was open and wide, one long marble counter along one side of the room. The counter was split in the middle by a large stove. On the left wall was a garbage disposal, a double-door steel refrigerator, a large steel freezer and a dishwasher. On the far left side of the counter was a sink. There were multiple appliances along the counter while cupboards lined all along the far wall where the counter, sink and stove was.
On the opposite side of the room hung a delicate crystal chandelier over a large cherry wood table. When Bakura turned the chandelier on Ryou noticed the red bulbs and how the light from them cast gentle crimson shadows around the room, taking Ryou's breath away. It was like he was in a room painted in blood. He licked his lips and looked at Bakura, noting how the red brought out the crimson in his eyes and how it danced with the shadows on his face.
He stepped forward and took Bakura in his arms, holding him gently before licking his cheek lightly and breathing across his ear. "You look gorgeous in red light. Anyone ever tell you that?"
Bakura blushed and shook his head. "Only one ex and Seto."
"Seto?"
"Yeah... Seto Kaiba. He's my boss and my best friend."
"So you and Seto...?"
"Have eaten together here a time or two, but nothing more. He's not that good of a friend." Bakura chuckled.
Ryou sighed in relief and he released Bakura who then went to the fridge and opened the right side. "So anything special you want?"
"Oh not much more than you." Ryou smiled teasingly.
Bakura turned and winked. "Oh if you're good you'll get that. I meant to actually eat."
Ryou peeked into the fridge beside Bakura and pulled out some steak. "Got stuff to go with this?"
Bakura nodded. "I have salad and potatoes and onion."
Ryou scrunched his nose. "Onion? I thought this was a date."
Bakura chuckled. "Yeah, you're right. We'll skip the onion. I'll do the salad if you only sear my steak." he said as he passed the pack to Ryou. Ryou looked at the meat and licked his lips as he watched the beef blood gather on one side of the package, reminding him that he hadn't fed yet tonight. He nodded and took the meat to the sink, quickly slipping a long sharp nail over the protective plastic, ripping it easily. He cast a quick glance behind him to make sure that Bakura wasn't watching and licked his finger, tasting the blood on it. He instantly wrinkled his nose in disgust. He could taste the slaughterhouse and disgusting conditions on it and he felt like lurching.
As an instant reaction he reached over and turned the water on before noticing what he had done. He found himself amazed at the water flowing freely out of the faucet. In his life he had never before seen so much water flow freely. One side produced a hot water while the other balanced it with cold. He realized he'd been staring and quickly moved, rinsing the meat clean before setting it in a pan that Bakura provided. He put it over the miracle stove and watched the meat cook until it was seared perfectly. He then carefully cut the steak in half and put half on one plate and the other on another. Bakura followed shortly with fried potatoes and a small side salad.
Bakura took his plate and offered Ryou a fork before sitting at the head of the table. Ryou took his fork and followed suit, sitting across from him. He smiled at Bakura as he took a bite of his salad. "Nice vinaigrette dressing."
Bakura blushed. "Your sense of taste is amazing. I mean, I only sprinkled a little on."
Ryou smiled. "Well, it comes from years of the same type of food. When you taste something new, it's like fire."
Bakura nodded and quietly munched on his potatoes before moving on to the steak. When he tasted it he was taken aback. "This steak... it's perfect. It's just a slight bit bloody and not burned at all... I can never do this. Maybe you can show me sometime?"
"Sure. I got plenty of time for pretty angels like you."
Bakura turned crimson which was hard to tell from the lighting. But Ryou able to tell. He licked his lips at the gorgeous one's now redder color. 'He's so gorgeous... and so alive. He's the most alive creature I've seen since I awoke. It's no wonder he's an angel.'
Bakura looked at him as Ryou tore ravenously into his steak. "I'm not an angel you know. Far from it. I mean, aren't angels supposed to be pure and virgins?"
Ryou almost gagged on his bite of steak. "Well, I suppose. But what if angels were just like humans? What if they could enjoy sexual companionship and every other earthly pleasure so long as it is in moderation?"
Bakura mulled that over. "So be like people, but a little better and a lot more power?"
"And wings."
"And wings? That's... It makes them seem more human."
Ryou smiled. "And what's wrong with that?"
Bakura shrugged and pushed his empty plate away. "They just wouldn't be angels."
~*~
Yami unlocked the large steel door and stepped into the red room that was now housing Yugi. "I'm sorry Yugi. I just had to do a little business. You know how it is. After all, your human grandfather works for me doesn't he? What was his name again?" Yami tapped his chin with his forefinger as he closed the door. "Ah yes... Sugoroku."
Yugi coughed and blood seeped from his mouth to dribble down his cheek and drip to the table under him. "You leave Sugoroku Mouto out of this."
"I may be persuadable. If you do me a favor."
Yugi coughed again. "Name your price."
"You." Yami walked over and picked up a collar similar to the one that had been around Malik's neck and snapped it around Yugi's neck. He fingered the long heavy chain as he moved to straddle Yugi. He then lifted a hand to run along the long lean muscles that were attached to the bones in his wing and made up the fleshy part. "You ran from me before I really knew you. I want you to stay this time. After all, I think you owe me something for being the one to awaken you."
"Awaken me?" Yugi began to laugh bitterly. "You tore me from all sanity and happiness in my life. Sugoroku... Jou, even Seto. That made sense to me. Not... Not this. Not being an angel, not forgiveness, not self torture for loving you despite not wanting to."
Yami smiled. "Took you long enough." he then leaned down and kissed Yugi, his tongue swirling around Yugi's, his body pressing into Yugi's. His tongue lapped at the blood and he swallowed it all, savoring the hot spicy taste. Yugi's blood tasted like liquid fire and made Yami want more. but he pulled back, letting Yugi breathe. He smiled as he got off of Yugi and began unbinding him slowly. As his bonds were released, Yugi went limp, still panting slightly.
"Now I'm going to release your wings Yugi. No bashing me about the head with them you hear?" Yami asked as he slowly unclipped Yugi's wings, letting them droop and drip blood onto the floor. Small thin rivers of blood flowed from his shoulders and where the wings joined at his back all the way down, staining them a slight pink. Yugi moaned and carefully began to move. He folded his wings behind him as he turned onto his stomach, laying flat. He moaned in pain and Yami felt a twinge of pain wrench his heart.
"I'm sorry Yugi, but I had to make sure you understood that you are my pet. That I am in love with you."
"Love?" Yugi coughed and then vomited blood over the end of the table, letting it splash into the pool of his blood already on the floor. "You've got one sick idea about love Yami."
"Maybe, but you know me. I'm all twisted."
Yugi laughed softly, all bitterness gone. "Yeah. I love you Yami."
"I love you too Yugi. Now c'mon. I'm gonna kiss you again and then take you upstairs and clean you up. I'm still gonna keep the leash on you."
~*~
Marik sighed as he looked at the sleeping Malik. He ran a hand over his forehead and brushed some of his bangs away as he took a cold wet cloth from a bowl of ice water that he had gotten when he brought Malik home and washed his face gently.
"Damn you Yami. You didn't have to hurt him like this. Stupid son of a bitch."
He then leaned down and kissed Malik's forehead.
"Well no more worries my little puppy. It's all gonna be ok now."
Chapter 5: Dinner And Admissions
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Frozen inside without your touch,
Without your love, darling.
Only you are the life among the dead.
"What about dinner?"
The words hammered through Bakura's head, his heart leaping as if it had been touched. He blushed as he realized that he was standing there, mouth open and panting softly.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry... I was just-"
"Distracted?" Ryou took Bakura's chin and dropped a gentle chaste kiss on Bakura's lips. "I'll go with you and help you if you like."
Bakura nodded dumbly and walked over to where he had dropped his keys and picked them up before placing them on the key hook next to the door. He then walked into the spacious kitchen, Ryou on his heels. Ryou stopped in the middle of the room to look around himself in awe. The kitchen was open and wide, one long marble counter along one side of the room. The counter was split in the middle by a large stove. On the left wall was a garbage disposal, a double-door steel refrigerator, a large steel freezer and a dishwasher. On the far left side of the counter was a sink. There were multiple appliances along the counter while cupboards lined all along the far wall where the counter, sink and stove was.
On the opposite side of the room hung a delicate crystal chandelier over a large cherry wood table. When Bakura turned the chandelier on Ryou noticed the red bulbs and how the light from them cast gentle crimson shadows around the room, taking Ryou's breath away. It was like he was in a room painted in blood. He licked his lips and looked at Bakura, noting how the red brought out the crimson in his eyes and how it danced with the shadows on his face.
He stepped forward and took Bakura in his arms, holding him gently before licking his cheek lightly and breathing across his ear. "You look gorgeous in red light. Anyone ever tell you that?"
Bakura blushed and shook his head. "Only one ex and Seto."
"Seto?"
"Yeah... Seto Kaiba. He's my boss and my best friend."
"So you and Seto...?"
"Have eaten together here a time or two, but nothing more. He's not that good of a friend." Bakura chuckled.
Ryou sighed in relief and he released Bakura who then went to the fridge and opened the right side. "So anything special you want?"
"Oh not much more than you." Ryou smiled teasingly.
Bakura turned and winked. "Oh if you're good you'll get that. I meant to actually eat."
Ryou peeked into the fridge beside Bakura and pulled out some steak. "Got stuff to go with this?"
Bakura nodded. "I have salad and potatoes and onion."
Ryou scrunched his nose. "Onion? I thought this was a date."
Bakura chuckled. "Yeah, you're right. We'll skip the onion. I'll do the salad if you only sear my steak." he said as he passed the pack to Ryou. Ryou looked at the meat and licked his lips as he watched the beef blood gather on one side of the package, reminding him that he hadn't fed yet tonight. He nodded and took the meat to the sink, quickly slipping a long sharp nail over the protective plastic, ripping it easily. He cast a quick glance behind him to make sure that Bakura wasn't watching and licked his finger, tasting the blood on it. He instantly wrinkled his nose in disgust. He could taste the slaughterhouse and disgusting conditions on it and he felt like lurching.
As an instant reaction he reached over and turned the water on before noticing what he had done. He found himself amazed at the water flowing freely out of the faucet. In his life he had never before seen so much water flow freely. One side produced a hot water while the other balanced it with cold. He realized he'd been staring and quickly moved, rinsing the meat clean before setting it in a pan that Bakura provided. He put it over the miracle stove and watched the meat cook until it was seared perfectly. He then carefully cut the steak in half and put half on one plate and the other on another. Bakura followed shortly with fried potatoes and a small side salad.
Bakura took his plate and offered Ryou a fork before sitting at the head of the table. Ryou took his fork and followed suit, sitting across from him. He smiled at Bakura as he took a bite of his salad. "Nice vinaigrette dressing."
Bakura blushed. "Your sense of taste is amazing. I mean, I only sprinkled a little on."
Ryou smiled. "Well, it comes from years of the same type of food. When you taste something new, it's like fire."
Bakura nodded and quietly munched on his potatoes before moving on to the steak. When he tasted it he was taken aback. "This steak... it's perfect. It's just a slight bit bloody and not burned at all... I can never do this. Maybe you can show me sometime?"
"Sure. I got plenty of time for pretty angels like you."
Bakura turned crimson which was hard to tell from the lighting. But Ryou able to tell. He licked his lips at the gorgeous one's now redder color. 'He's so gorgeous... and so alive. He's the most alive creature I've seen since I awoke. It's no wonder he's an angel.'
Bakura looked at him as Ryou tore ravenously into his steak. "I'm not an angel you know. Far from it. I mean, aren't angels supposed to be pure and virgins?"
Ryou almost gagged on his bite of steak. "Well, I suppose. But what if angels were just like humans? What if they could enjoy sexual companionship and every other earthly pleasure so long as it is in moderation?"
Bakura mulled that over. "So be like people, but a little better and a lot more power?"
"And wings."
"And wings? That's... It makes them seem more human."
Ryou smiled. "And what's wrong with that?"
Bakura shrugged and pushed his empty plate away. "They just wouldn't be angels."
~*~
Yami unlocked the large steel door and stepped into the red room that was now housing Yugi. "I'm sorry Yugi. I just had to do a little business. You know how it is. After all, your human grandfather works for me doesn't he? What was his name again?" Yami tapped his chin with his forefinger as he closed the door. "Ah yes... Sugoroku."
Yugi coughed and blood seeped from his mouth to dribble down his cheek and drip to the table under him. "You leave Sugoroku Mouto out of this."
"I may be persuadable. If you do me a favor."
Yugi coughed again. "Name your price."
"You." Yami walked over and picked up a collar similar to the one that had been around Malik's neck and snapped it around Yugi's neck. He fingered the long heavy chain as he moved to straddle Yugi. He then lifted a hand to run along the long lean muscles that were attached to the bones in his wing and made up the fleshy part. "You ran from me before I really knew you. I want you to stay this time. After all, I think you owe me something for being the one to awaken you."
"Awaken me?" Yugi began to laugh bitterly. "You tore me from all sanity and happiness in my life. Sugoroku... Jou, even Seto. That made sense to me. Not... Not this. Not being an angel, not forgiveness, not self torture for loving you despite not wanting to."
Yami smiled. "Took you long enough." he then leaned down and kissed Yugi, his tongue swirling around Yugi's, his body pressing into Yugi's. His tongue lapped at the blood and he swallowed it all, savoring the hot spicy taste. Yugi's blood tasted like liquid fire and made Yami want more. but he pulled back, letting Yugi breathe. He smiled as he got off of Yugi and began unbinding him slowly. As his bonds were released, Yugi went limp, still panting slightly.
"Now I'm going to release your wings Yugi. No bashing me about the head with them you hear?" Yami asked as he slowly unclipped Yugi's wings, letting them droop and drip blood onto the floor. Small thin rivers of blood flowed from his shoulders and where the wings joined at his back all the way down, staining them a slight pink. Yugi moaned and carefully began to move. He folded his wings behind him as he turned onto his stomach, laying flat. He moaned in pain and Yami felt a twinge of pain wrench his heart.
"I'm sorry Yugi, but I had to make sure you understood that you are my pet. That I am in love with you."
"Love?" Yugi coughed and then vomited blood over the end of the table, letting it splash into the pool of his blood already on the floor. "You've got one sick idea about love Yami."
"Maybe, but you know me. I'm all twisted."
Yugi laughed softly, all bitterness gone. "Yeah. I love you Yami."
"I love you too Yugi. Now c'mon. I'm gonna kiss you again and then take you upstairs and clean you up. I'm still gonna keep the leash on you."
~*~
Marik sighed as he looked at the sleeping Malik. He ran a hand over his forehead and brushed some of his bangs away as he took a cold wet cloth from a bowl of ice water that he had gotten when he brought Malik home and washed his face gently.
"Damn you Yami. You didn't have to hurt him like this. Stupid son of a bitch."
He then leaned down and kissed Malik's forehead.
"Well no more worries my little puppy. It's all gonna be ok now."