Bring Me To Life
Chapter 6: Kiss and Tell
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All of this sight
I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark
But you were there in front of me
"So that's it? Just dinner?" Seto quirked an eyebrow as he stretched himself out on Bakura's couch. His tie was loose and his jacket slumped over the back of the couch and the top three buttons on his shirt were undone as he looked at Bakura who sat on a side chair and nodded. "That's hard to believe. He wasn't hot enough?"
Bakura flushed slightly. "N-no. He's very very hot." Bakura found himself imagining Ryou in multiple compromising positions above him.
Seto smirked. "I know that look. You're hot like a bitch in heat for him."
Bakura turned crimson. "So what if I am? At least I have someone to be hot for."
"And you think I don't?"
"No."
"Well you're forgetting someone." Seto said as he pushed himself into a sitting position, his long legs stretching to touch the floor. His hands laid on his lap, folded professionally.
"Jou? You're betting on him?" Bakura asked, surprised. "It's not like you to date a co-worker, especially a mail boy."
"Well let's just say I like how he delivers the packages."
"You fucked him already?" Bakura shook his head and whistled low. "That's so unlike you."
Seto chuckled. "Maybe, but no regrets. Besides... there's just something about him. It really gets me. It's like I'm a magnet and he's metal."
~*~
Ryou nodded as he sat on the bench, his feet flat on the seat, his bottom resting on the back rest. "I know whatcha mean. I've never fallen this hard before, and especially not for a mortal."
"Aww and I thought I was special." Marik said as he ran his fingers through his hair. He sat normally on the bench, his long trench flapping gently against his legs. "But you didn't awaken him, why?"
"It's not time to do that yet. He still needs to live. Besides, I want him to figure out what I am first."
"That may take him a while. He's actually pretty dense for being a bad ass." Marik smirked.
~*~
"That may be, but I don't care. He's worth the wait." Yugi said as he sat on the large couch, his wings spread out as Malik pressed a healing herb to the small cuts and bruises. He hissed as the medicine spread into his veins. "That stuff hurts."
"Yeah, but it'll help you heal quick. I still find it funny that you can heal me back to normal with no pain, but can't heal yourself."
"Not my fault. All angels are like this."
"I know but still. Anyway, so has he fed directly from you?"
"No. Just whatever I coughed up off of my lips."
"Jeez. Sometimes I think Yami is psycho."
"Yeah. Sometimes. But who wouldn't be? He hasn't slept in ages."
"I know. That scares me."
~*~
Yami zipped up his tight hip hugger leather pants and turned to walk to the sink to wash his hands when he found himself face to face with a large man who was looking at him with the dirtiest look Yami had seen in almost a hundred years.
"Excuse me." He said as he tried to side step the man who mirrored him, blocking his path.
"I don't think so lovey. I think you'll be doing me a favor after all that dancing you done out there." He replied as he nodded his head toward the closed bathroom door. On the other side of that door was a strobing dance floor and too much liquor. The perfect feeding ground.
"Really? Strange, I don't think I agreed to that." Yami once again tried to side step but the man blocked him again. "I don't want to hurt you, so let me go."
"I don't think I'll be the one hurting." The man lunged for Yami but Yami sprung back, out of reach of the man, and then charged when he fell flat on his face. He moved with superhuman speed and grabbed the man, pinning him face flat into the floor. He growled as he leaned close to the man. "I warned your fat ass." He then punched into the man's back, through cloth and flesh as blood welled up around his wrist. He then grabbed around the man's heart and tugged once. The man coughed up blood and tried to scream but Yami's other hand came around to the front of his throat and ripped through to rip out his vocal cords as he proceeded to tug hard again, this time successfully freeing the spouting heart from the man. He then set the heart beside the man's body and licked the blood off of his hands and wrists.
"God you're disgusting." He remarked to the dead man as he washed his hands and walked out of the bathroom, tossing a napkin on his face on the way out. He then proceeded out of the club and onto the street, deciding a hooker was easy enough prey for tonight.
Walking down the streets he finally spotted her. She was cute, but not cute enough to sleep with before draining. He walked up to her and propositioned her professionally. He'd done this too often.
"So you looking for some company tonight?" he asked quietly, his eyes scanning to make sure her pimp wasn't around.
"Yeah, I could use a little company if you have enough for my time." She said as she batted her eyelashes coyly. He almost lurched.
"Yeah I think I know what ya need." Yami flashed her a large wad of cash and she smiled.
"Ok yeah, this way." She said as she led him to a decrepit looking hotel. She booked them both a room and Yami stayed somewhat out of eye shot. He didn't need police looking for him.
When they made it to the room the girl locked the door and flipped her long brown hair over one shoulder and started to undress. Yami placed a hand on hers and stopped her.
"Let me." He moved gracefully behind her and nuzzled her, smelling her skin. 'Good enough.' He then slipped his mouth over her throat, letting his fangs drag to their destination. His lower canines scratch across the back of her throat and she whimpers just as his upper canines slip over her pulsing throat and then puncture it. This elicits something between a moan and a small cry from her as she arches back against him. He then sealed his lips around the puncture wounds as her heart pumps the hot metallic liquid. He instinctively soothes the wounds as he felt the slowing thump in her chest cavity. He pulled away, tears in his eyes.
"I'm sorry about your baby no longer having a mother, but I have to live to." He apologized. "May Re take your soul." He whispered before walking out, leaving a good amount of money on her body.
Chapter 6: Kiss and Tell
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All of this sight
I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark
But you were there in front of me
"So that's it? Just dinner?" Seto quirked an eyebrow as he stretched himself out on Bakura's couch. His tie was loose and his jacket slumped over the back of the couch and the top three buttons on his shirt were undone as he looked at Bakura who sat on a side chair and nodded. "That's hard to believe. He wasn't hot enough?"
Bakura flushed slightly. "N-no. He's very very hot." Bakura found himself imagining Ryou in multiple compromising positions above him.
Seto smirked. "I know that look. You're hot like a bitch in heat for him."
Bakura turned crimson. "So what if I am? At least I have someone to be hot for."
"And you think I don't?"
"No."
"Well you're forgetting someone." Seto said as he pushed himself into a sitting position, his long legs stretching to touch the floor. His hands laid on his lap, folded professionally.
"Jou? You're betting on him?" Bakura asked, surprised. "It's not like you to date a co-worker, especially a mail boy."
"Well let's just say I like how he delivers the packages."
"You fucked him already?" Bakura shook his head and whistled low. "That's so unlike you."
Seto chuckled. "Maybe, but no regrets. Besides... there's just something about him. It really gets me. It's like I'm a magnet and he's metal."
~*~
Ryou nodded as he sat on the bench, his feet flat on the seat, his bottom resting on the back rest. "I know whatcha mean. I've never fallen this hard before, and especially not for a mortal."
"Aww and I thought I was special." Marik said as he ran his fingers through his hair. He sat normally on the bench, his long trench flapping gently against his legs. "But you didn't awaken him, why?"
"It's not time to do that yet. He still needs to live. Besides, I want him to figure out what I am first."
"That may take him a while. He's actually pretty dense for being a bad ass." Marik smirked.
~*~
"That may be, but I don't care. He's worth the wait." Yugi said as he sat on the large couch, his wings spread out as Malik pressed a healing herb to the small cuts and bruises. He hissed as the medicine spread into his veins. "That stuff hurts."
"Yeah, but it'll help you heal quick. I still find it funny that you can heal me back to normal with no pain, but can't heal yourself."
"Not my fault. All angels are like this."
"I know but still. Anyway, so has he fed directly from you?"
"No. Just whatever I coughed up off of my lips."
"Jeez. Sometimes I think Yami is psycho."
"Yeah. Sometimes. But who wouldn't be? He hasn't slept in ages."
"I know. That scares me."
~*~
Yami zipped up his tight hip hugger leather pants and turned to walk to the sink to wash his hands when he found himself face to face with a large man who was looking at him with the dirtiest look Yami had seen in almost a hundred years.
"Excuse me." He said as he tried to side step the man who mirrored him, blocking his path.
"I don't think so lovey. I think you'll be doing me a favor after all that dancing you done out there." He replied as he nodded his head toward the closed bathroom door. On the other side of that door was a strobing dance floor and too much liquor. The perfect feeding ground.
"Really? Strange, I don't think I agreed to that." Yami once again tried to side step but the man blocked him again. "I don't want to hurt you, so let me go."
"I don't think I'll be the one hurting." The man lunged for Yami but Yami sprung back, out of reach of the man, and then charged when he fell flat on his face. He moved with superhuman speed and grabbed the man, pinning him face flat into the floor. He growled as he leaned close to the man. "I warned your fat ass." He then punched into the man's back, through cloth and flesh as blood welled up around his wrist. He then grabbed around the man's heart and tugged once. The man coughed up blood and tried to scream but Yami's other hand came around to the front of his throat and ripped through to rip out his vocal cords as he proceeded to tug hard again, this time successfully freeing the spouting heart from the man. He then set the heart beside the man's body and licked the blood off of his hands and wrists.
"God you're disgusting." He remarked to the dead man as he washed his hands and walked out of the bathroom, tossing a napkin on his face on the way out. He then proceeded out of the club and onto the street, deciding a hooker was easy enough prey for tonight.
Walking down the streets he finally spotted her. She was cute, but not cute enough to sleep with before draining. He walked up to her and propositioned her professionally. He'd done this too often.
"So you looking for some company tonight?" he asked quietly, his eyes scanning to make sure her pimp wasn't around.
"Yeah, I could use a little company if you have enough for my time." She said as she batted her eyelashes coyly. He almost lurched.
"Yeah I think I know what ya need." Yami flashed her a large wad of cash and she smiled.
"Ok yeah, this way." She said as she led him to a decrepit looking hotel. She booked them both a room and Yami stayed somewhat out of eye shot. He didn't need police looking for him.
When they made it to the room the girl locked the door and flipped her long brown hair over one shoulder and started to undress. Yami placed a hand on hers and stopped her.
"Let me." He moved gracefully behind her and nuzzled her, smelling her skin. 'Good enough.' He then slipped his mouth over her throat, letting his fangs drag to their destination. His lower canines scratch across the back of her throat and she whimpers just as his upper canines slip over her pulsing throat and then puncture it. This elicits something between a moan and a small cry from her as she arches back against him. He then sealed his lips around the puncture wounds as her heart pumps the hot metallic liquid. He instinctively soothes the wounds as he felt the slowing thump in her chest cavity. He pulled away, tears in his eyes.
"I'm sorry about your baby no longer having a mother, but I have to live to." He apologized. "May Re take your soul." He whispered before walking out, leaving a good amount of money on her body.