Kari: hello all, one-shot inspired by a Gackt song time

Yami k.: you are truly insane you know that?!

Kari: ^.^ I know, well this time it is 'lust of blood' that we got inspiration from

Yami k.: warnings are as follows: violence, shonen-ai mmmmm this story is pretty tame

Kari: disclaimer: I own nothing but my twisted little mind- wait I think I bid that on e-bay for Aya again T.T

Bakura sat on top of the building, moon shining off of his silvery hair. He simply sat there, stars glittering like little jewels all around him, moon huge round and full. Framed by this beautiful backdrop on this beautiful night, yet he still looked like a demon from the very depths of hell. Untouchable by mortal hands, sensual and dark, evil and desirable all at the same time. Bakura looked vacantly towards the large moon, dark eyes- almost black - were vacant of the normal malice and coldness that constantly thrived there. Agile tongue flicked out and licked at dry lips, over sharpened canines.

Yes this beautiful was demon was just that, a demon of the night, thriving off the bloodlust. Taking lives without looking back, evil, as he was stunning. He was a creature of the night, commonly referred to as vampires. Bakura was lost in the depths of him mind, torrent of thoughts drowning him. He couldn't breath; thoughts were pulling at him, eating what was left of his soul. Unlike so many of his cursed kind, he remained with most of his soul. There was a reason for that- his angel -his savoir. Bakura sat alone on the roof and thought; he could be trying to discover the secrets of life, or what happiness really is. He thought many things that night but none of them were about anyone else only about his angel.

Below him, in a darkened alleyway another figure crouched, silvery hair hidden by a hood, of the deepest black. The material coated the rest of the figure hiding him from all wishing to find him- why you would want to find your death is beyond me though.

The pieces were set the trap ready to spring, the hunter, the prey, and the observer. Time seemed to stop for a minute; all figures on the playing field froze. Then it snapped like after the stop everything leapt forward. The prey had no time to figure out what hit him. Ryou was a blur of motion as he sprung like a coil, hands outstretched, claws bared. Snagging the prey by the loose folds in their clothing Ryou pulled them into the shadowed ally that will serve as their tomb. Bakura blinked and watched the lithe body move, muscles like a taught spring. There was something about the way that Ryou hunted that was beautiful. It transcended beyond pure killing, it was more then just feeding. It was so beautiful, the dramatic way that Ryou moved, the grace in his movements was unmatched by even the wild tigers that Ryou reminded Bakura so much of. Ryou was Bakura's angel of death, the angel that brought swift death to those he met.

Below Ryou had his prey in the ally, his gloved hand over the victim's mouth, stifling any noise. There was no need to kill more then one; it would feed them adequately. Moving the cloth away from the neck, Ryou sank long fangs into the tender flesh, piercing into the vein where the blood he craved lay. Ryou savored the tangy taste on his lips, the way the liquid ran over his tongue still warm with the life he drained. Bakura watched from above, as Ryou savored the kill, and the meal after.

Bakura stood from the place he had been sitting for quite some time now, the ground would have been warm if Bakura had possessed any. No hesitation marred him movement as he sprang clear off the ledge of the building, gaining momentum, like a diver coming to the surface of the water. Instead of the clear surface of the water he approached the ground at a speed unsafe to anyone who hopes the live through the landing. Bakura pulled at the last moment, arching is spine, like a cat and, twisting until he could land. To most things the impact would have broken legs, back, hips, and most likely an arm or so. Bakura hit the ground without the splat that meant he had met his end. Instead there was no noise, a light ruffle of clothing that was all.

Ryou paused momentarily, blood dripping down hi chin, staining pale skin. Ryou continued; teeth sunk deep into his prey- that had stopped struggling quite a while ago. The blood had stopped pulsing into his mouth, meaning his prey had died. And the warm liquid was making his way into his tummy, filling the vampire with an unholy energy. Ryou kept his back to Bakura, he knew the other was there; he had know he was there from the start. Bakura was always there, wherever he went, all he had to do was look around. Then he would see piercing dark brown eyes watching him, eyes glued to his every movement. Ryou knew his shadow was there, and felt comforted by it.

Ryou dropped the body, drained of its blood the essence that drives it.

"You want some?" Ryou's voice was soft, think, he was delirious with the blood coursing through his system. It was like a drug, he needed the feeling. That ecstasy that soared through his system, heightening his senses, making warmth spread through his system. Warmth that he hadn't felt since he walked among the living, warmth that could only he attained through digesting the blood of those alive. Ryou licked around his lip in effort to clean them, he only spread the blood, painting the lips dark red.

"Yes" the vice was gruff, dark, deep. It sent shivers up Ryou's spine; he had not SEEN Bakura for three years. Bakura was there, he was always there, and Ryou just had not seen him for three full years. It had been three long years since he had the pleasure of sharing a bed with his demon. Three full years since he had spoke with the silver haired vampire, except for the times he woke up that same deep voice haunting him, echoing through the rooms. Leaving him wondering if Bakura had been there or weather he had dreamed the whole thing.

"Here" Bakura looked at the body on the ground, Ryou's lips had been attached to it moments before. He looked at Ryou; it had been three long years since he let Ryou see him. He had fed earlier and did not need the blood, Ryou had been hungry and Bakura could tell from the wide eyes Ryou was riding the waves of fresh blood flowing trough his body. Bakura had been Ryou's sire; he had been the one to feel the other's blood pulse into his mouth. He had taken the life of that innocent weak little human and give him the gift of ever life. Ryou had caught on quick killing and eating. Days and nights were spent with Bakura, talking sleeping, eating. They were close; Ryou was Bakura's greatest 'child'. He was the one Bakura cherished above all else he was the only one with a soul left. Bakura walked up to Ryou, and knelt on the ground so he was level with the younger vampire.

Ryou's thought raced, it had been so long. He had eternity; Bakura had given him that, the eternal life of the night. The gift of a demon, he had lived beyond his life twice now, trapped eternally in the body of a 19 year old. He was still called Ryou as when Bakura had first met him that night so long ago; everything else had changed, the times, him, Bakura. Everything had changed; all remnants of his old life had faded with the first 10 years or so. All that was left was the name- Ryou. Looking into dark brown eyes Ryou quivered muscles taught with anticipation. It seemed so long without Bakura though to him it was but a mere blink of an eye.

Bakura noticed the tension singing along the lines of the younger on of the two. He reached out to touch Ryou's cheek; it was faintly warm with the blood newly put there. Three years without this touch, three years trying to get away. He did not want a soul, life had been so much easier when he killed not for food but for fun and did everything to spread havoc in the human world. Then one fateful night he had met a lone boy walking home and the world changed. Everything had been changed and refitted like putty forming to a new mold. Entranced by this child Bakura had seduced him and changed him. Wondering if he would leave and spread his own trouble upon the human world. Instead Ryou stayed by him. Ryou had been there every time he opened his eyes from slumber, Ryou had been there and tamed the raging chaos in him, filled the void that was left by his soul that had been Ryou's role.

Frightened for the first time in a century if not more Bakura had fled, only to find he was drawn by the irresistible force of gravity to his child. Bakura had followed him, watching over him, but never letting him self get to close. This angel held power over him, a power that would scare the most brave. The power to decide your fate if Ryou were to say he wanted Bakura dead Bakura would have died without another thought about it- Ryou was the angel of death. Bakura had been afraid of that, Ryou and his power. He moved closer, tongue flicking out like a cat to lap at the blood dried on the other's chin.

Ryou's mind whirled and titled when that deceptively soft hand landed on his cheek. He shuddered, but remained staring into eyes that burned with the very intensity of hell it self. Ryou stifled a cry when the tongue lapped at his skin. He wanted to talk he wanted answers, why had Bakura left? Why did he not say anything? The only reason Ryou did not end his eternal life was because he could feel Bakura, a flicker on the edge of his vision. Barely enough to stir his hope, keep him clinging to the memories that he harbors deep I his soul. Help his sleep through lonely nights; endless dreams of what had been so long ago. The tongue moved to lap at the blood smeared across his full lips. This was too much, it brought everything back, all the memories. Years of nights spent laying, talking, feeling. Ryou felt the sting behind his eyes; he could feel the clutching in his chest where his heart should be.

Bakura lapped at the lips, tasting Ryou and blood mingled into one, the taste was sweet, like Ryou was, and tangy metallic, the taste of life. He felt the warm wetness against his hand and looked up at shimmering chocolate orbs. Ryou was crying, crying for him. Bakura bit his lip hard, it bled, skin breaking on his sharp teeth. He raised his head and kissed Ryou blood from the wound he made seeping into Ryou's open mouth.

Ryou felt the trickle of Bakura's blood; against himself he swiped at it with his tongue. It almost burned, it power in it was far greater then Ryou's was. Ryou cried out as the wound continued to bleed, the searing heat of the blood threatened to burn his tongue yet there was nothing to do to stop. He was suckling on the bleeding lip. The searing trail heading down his throat. Breaking away with a cry Ryou stared at Bakura with wide eyes. He had no idea what that was, the connection. That power, Ryou had no clue Bakura was that strong. What had Bakura done, Ryou could still feel the residue on his tongue making it warm, it heat spread, until Ryou felt like he was on fire. It was the most delicious fire there was. Burning away at his skin, setting him free, releasing his mind to soar. Was this what happens when vampires exchange blood? Would it be like this if Bakura took his blood.

Bakura watched silently as Ryou went into a type of shock induced by putting his blood in him without warning. Bakura watched the lips move I a silent prayer? Speech? Question? Bakura would never know. He looked into eyes staring past him to a point somewhere in the sky, something for Ryou only to see. Bakura put his face and licked up the tears on Ryou's cheeks, this time he did not move did not flinch. They would talk later when Ryou woke up. Maybe they could just go on without talking about this. Bakura did not want to talk about what he had just committed to. He did not want to think about the enormity of what he had shared with Ryou. After all when you open up to someone they start drawing blood (1). Leaning down putting his face near the tender ear he let his breath brush the feather soft strands.

"My angel of death, my fate is yours"

Kari: heh I liked it how about you Yami?

Yami k.: not bad

Kari: we would like to say GACKT STILL KICKS ASS!!! **cough** and so does this song and you all were right 'vanilla' IS the best! @.@

Yami k.: ya -.- she saw the music video for that one so that is why she passed out, please review and we might put more in this by adding some other pairings **cough**Seto**cough**Jou**cough** so if you want that review and tell us so, damn it late **yawns** sleep time now though...

(1) If you know where this line is from you get a request, anything you want me to write at ALL!! Even s-s-s-Seto X Yami **shudders** -.- well that's my piece bye all