Umm… some evil killer flu took over me? *Grins* No, I have no excuses for not updating. I've been really bad at it since March. Sorry everyone. You all still love me right?

Okay… I know everyone shall forever hate me for this but guess what? I've decided against that Jounouchi/Yami/Yugi. Rather then that, this is a Bakura/Seto/Jounouchi (With very, very little Bakura/Seto, unfortunately for me since it has grown into my favorite pairing) story. I'm sure a lot of people are going to hate me by the end of this chapter. My evil tendencies seemed to have taken over for a while.

And thank you to the lovely person who point out that "Dead Souls" is by Joy Division rather than NIN. I had no idea seeing how it's just an MP3 a friend of mine sent me, saying that I'd like the song.

Story is dedicated to Angel-Belle and Kitsune Hashiba. Err…I'll try not to take months to get up the next chapter.

Chapter Three: Drain Away
When figures from the past stand tall
And mocking voices ring the hall
Imperialistic house of prayer
Conquistadors who took their share

I watched as Bakura's eyes sparkled with the faintest shimmers of amusement. "What would you like to know?" he asked me in the deep brazen voice he had. "There are many things I can tell you and many things I cannot. As I'm sure you have figured out, Seto is one of the more secretive of types, especially when it comes to," his thin lips curved into a smirk, "more personal information."

What did I want to know about Seto? From the sounds of it Bakura doesn't know much more about him then I do. I press my fingers to the bridge of my nose to concentrate better. I could ask what Seto was like before he became a vampire, or… "How did he become a vampire?" The thought had come right of my mouth without me noticing it. I suppose that will have to do.

"Ahh…" I felt the couch shift as Bakura let his back lean up against it. He was being abnormally quiet, which was odd. From the little bit I've known him I could tell he was the sort of guy who liked the sound of his voice. My question had probably made him uncomfortable. I guess I should ask something else. "Don't worry you won't have to think of anything else to ask me." I froze at this comment. How did he…? How long has he…? "I'm simply reading your mind. You could probably read mind to if you wished," the tone he chose to use made me shiver. It was darkly seductive, almost like black velvet coming from his mouth in the form of speech.

A baneful laugh filled the large room. Once again I froze having forgotten for a moment that Bakura had just told me he could read my thoughts. "Your thoughts flatter me, Katsuya," Bakura grinned at me. I honestly didn't know what to do. Here I am sitting with quite possibly the most provocative, psychotic being on the planet with now where else to go. If anyone thinks my brain is going to work properly right now, they've got be crazier then he is.

"Provocative? Interesting way of describing me," he said, clearly amused by what I had been thinking. He shifted in his seat again, moving so he could face me with his legs curled up on the side of the couch. Right now, he's way too close. Are faces are just a breath apart. Is it just me or did it get hot in here? "I would prefer the word 'tantalizing'. It suits me well, don't you agree?" His voice was lower now, whispering the words right onto my lips. I barely notice it for I am too distracted by the perilous glint in his eye.

"Would you stop reading my thoughts?" Really that was meant to come out a shout, not a nervous squeak. I'm beginning to think Bakura is enjoying this. He shifts again making it so his leg accidentally brushes up against mine. Scratch that. I know Bakura is enjoying this and just a little too much for my tastes.

"Stop leaving them open to me and I will." I can practically feel his lips brush against mine. He's way too close. His breath falls upon me in hard, rushed breaths and I know if I don't do something soon this is going to go somewhere I don't want it to.

One problem though: my body won't move. That's one of the down points to be a vampire: your senses are heightened so the smallest of touches have the greatest effect. Normally that would be an up point but at the moment it's definitely a down points. I don't want anything to happen but at the same time, I do.

It seems that at the moment I've forgotten that Bakura has the ability to read my mind. Great, just great; now he's look at me with an even more crazed look in his eyes. He knows that I want him to touch me. And yes, I would just close my thoughts off to him except I don't exactly know how to close my thoughts off. That provides one hell of a problem for me.

For some reason, at this moment my mind chooses to wander back to Seto. Isn't it wonderful how mental defenses work? When you don't want to acknowledge what's going on in the "real world" you think of something you're comfortable with. Of course, I wonder why it is that my mind chooses to go to Seto. It seems that right about now I have completely lost my mind. He isn't a comfortable subject.

I abandoned him.

He opened up to me, told me he loved me, and spoke of things he didn't want to have to bring up. And what did I do? I leave him there alone. I just couldn't stay there any more. Sadly enough it was him that I had to leave. For some insane reason I couldn't stand to be around him for another minute. How long had we been together? I can't even recall that any longer. I just know that I ran…

I'm so pathetic.

What was it that he could've done to possibly push me away from him? Nothing, absolutely nothing at all. He's perfect. It just seems that I didn't take to becoming a vampire too well. I've read before that in becoming one that humans sometime lose all sense of their true selves. Is that going to happen to me?

I can't stand that thought. I have to get out of here; I have to…

"Poor, poor pathetic little boy," Bakura coos suddenly, snapping me back to where I currently am. The need to panic takes over me but still my body won't move. So all I do is stare at him wide eyed. Real pathetic, I know, but it's not as if I can help it. "Do you really think that Seto gives a damn about you?"

Panicking aside, I stare at him even more wide eyed than I was doing so before. Of course Seto gives a damn about me. He loves me… He said so himself.

"You're not the first person he's toyed with," he continues, his dark brown eyes gleaming, "All of that nonsense he babbles on about, making you seem as if you're truly special to him. And that thing about his brother? Oh, that's a lie. It's just something he says to make himself seem more tragic. His brother killed himself when he was sixteen years old. Some woman dropped him and he went completely psycho, drowning himself in a lake.

"It really is pitiful that you fell for all of his lies. Though I suppose they're rather convincing with the way that he says them. So sincere, you wouldn't even begin to think that he was lying, would you?" He laughs again. I'm beginning to despise his laugh. It's too cold, too cruel. I can't stand it.

Despite that, I wonder, is what he saying really true? Sure, I've spent a lot of time with Seto and have over time grown a little attached (obsessive is more like it…) but he is a vampire. How do I know that I can trust him? How do I know that I can trust Bakura? Or either of them for that matter?

Are vampires really the dark creatures that I've read them to be? But they're so… beautiful. Maybe that's part of their charm. Their beauty—a beauty in which is unmatchable by any standards—draws you in. And maybe, you don't realize what they really are until it's too late. Am I going to turn out to be one of these creatures just like Bakura and Seto are? I…

I realize now exactly how little I know about how these sorts of things are supposed to work. I must say that it's not exactly a comforting thought.

Because of it, however, I find myself staring at Bakura. Not has I had done before in the way that he seemed almost as if he were a star pulled from the heavens, or a god that had come down to earth, but really looking at him. Even with looking at him as if he's not some sort of deity, he's still stunning. Was he always this beautiful?

His dark brown eyes, a color see deep that they're near black, perfectly contrast his skin and hair, both of which are almost white. And his face, it's flawless. His lips are full and round, almost tauntingly inviting. I only briefly note that his lower one is a bit larger than his upper, giving him a natural pouting look that adds to his charm.

The expression on his face is so unreadable now though I can tell that he's a bit perplexed. This is most likely because my sudden change in thought patters. But really, I can't help it. I wish I had the power to read minds so I could know what it is that he's thinking right about now.

Then again, even if I had such a power, I probably wouldn't be using it right about now. My instincts seem to have taken over me. At this moment I reach out, letting my hand capture locks of his white hair. I'm not surprised to find how soft they are to the touch. I bring those white locks up to my nose, smelling them before letting them drift between my fingers. He smells of blood and roses. Not too surprising considering our surroundings and what he is.

The puzzled look he had on his face hasn't changed a bit as I return my attention to his face. What's wrong Bakura; do you not understand why it is that I'm acting this way? You can read my mind, you should know. Do you not understand that I've come to the realization that maybe if you have this sort of power over me I can have that same power over you? I may not understand very much about being a vampire, but I do seem to be catching on quickly.

"Say something," I whisper my eyes still locked on him, though at this point his lips more than anything else. Why is it that I'm so drawn to them? Is it because they're so perfectly white that it gives it the illusion that he is carved out of stone? Whatever it is I want to touch them.

Giving into that urge seems plausible. I lift my hand up, letting my fingers trail lightly over his lips. They're much warmer than I had expected them to be, as if he had just partaken of blood before my arrival. I wonder if he had and then if I would be able to taste the blood on his lips.

Then four softly spoken words reach my ears, "There's nothing to say."

A small smirk breaks across my lips at this. Oh how very wrong he is. "It isn't that there's nothing to say," I start, my fingertips still playing over his lips, "but more that there are no words to say it in. There's always something to say."

This time I gave into a different urge, leaning forward that last fraction of an inch, pressing my lips up against his just after removing my fingertips from them. I did so lightly at first but came to add more and more pressure to it, becoming more and more confident as time went along. It felt odd to be the one dominating the kiss. Giving over control to someone else is something that I've grown used to. I should probably try breaking the habit but I can't seem to.

As the kiss goes on and Bakura's shock (at least I'm assuming it was shock) fades away I becoming increasingly more submissive. It's not surprising considering it's what I'm used to nor is it considering he's much more dominant than I had thought him to be. He's so controlling, it's overwhelming really.

I find myself sinking into him, my arm moving to wrap around his upper body in a clinging sort of way as I part my lips. Only moments later does his tongue plunge into my mouth, eliciting a small gasp from me. The way he kisses is so utterly possessive. I can feel my head spinning.

And I was right before, he had fed just recently. I can taste the blood still fresh upon him, feeling it combine with the sensations from his kiss, intoxicating me. I know I shouldn't be doing this… Even though I left Seto behind I should still thinking about him, using him as an excuse to push away.

But really, what would be the point? There's no point in me even trying to deny the fact that I want Bakura. It's so overly obvious that it's almost painfully so. So I let him do as he wished with me. We ended up stairs in his bedroom, the sheets underneath were a fine fabric, cool to the touch.

Knowing that it was something that I shouldn't be doing only seemed to make the experience all the more enjoyable. What is it about things that we're not meant to do that makes them so appealing? I suppose it's one of those unexplainable things in life. What I do know is that I didn't want to leave. He pushed my body into what was the only thing that had come close to when Seto had fed off of my blood that first time. I had always thought that no experience could ever come close to that one, but I stand (or more correctly lay) here proven wrong.

"You think far too much," Bakura states, falling back against the white colored pillows with a soft thud. I look over at him with an amused expression on my features. Funny, people had always told me that I thought too little. "They're all morons," he interjects, "you think much more than any normal person should after sex."

I chuckle lightly at this. I suppose that he's right. Most people would probably just lie there, basking in the afterglow of their activities. Unlike most people, however, I have too much to think about to stop. Yet there's one thing that sticks out in my mind above all others…

…I don't want to leave.

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I'm sure just about everyone's eyes are bugging out of their heads right about now. My original intentions for this story didn't seem to want to play out. This works much better in my mind. Don't worry, everything will be explained. As for Seto's past? Ha, not likely. I know, I know, I'm cruel. I enjoy it being a mystery more than having everything played out.

And before people start pestering me about what's going to happen: don't even bother. I'm not going to tell.