TITLE: Those of the Damned
CHAPTER: Brewing Seas
AUTHOR: Callisto Firestarter and Kami Beverly
FANDOM: YuGiOh
GENRE: supernatural/drama
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAMER: We don't own anything.
NOTES: -guilty grin- sorry it took so long.
Seto growled at the freak American blonde when the afore-mentioned vampire shoved him in a cold dungeon room. He fell to the stone floor with a thump, hands tied with metallic cord behind his back. Glaring at nothing, he pulled himself to his knees
Keith grinned at him. "Have fun." He said, closing the door. Seto glared at the ground, and managed to stand up. He swayed; the chloroform was still making him slightly woozy. He regained his composure and looked around. He noticed a bed and stumbled over, sitting on the edge. He sniffed the air wearily, and repressed a shudder. It smelled like... pain. All sort of pain filled his senses.
"Hello, blue eyes." Seto stiffened. No...
He could just feel his stomach plummeting, and he felt sick. Strong hands grabbed his shoulders from behind and shoved him on his back. Too fast to see, even for a half-vampire, the Prince was suddenly sitting on the teen's hips, watching him with glazed eyes and a lecherous grin. "You do remember me, don't you?" He murmured huskily, licking his lips. Leaning too close, he muttered the rest in the brunette's ear "Did you miss me?"
"Like hell I did." Seto hissed at him, bucking to try to shove the other off. "And that hell will freeze over when I think of missing you, Yami."
Yami, Prince of vampires, simply smirked at him. "You'll be thinking of me soon enough, half breed. In the meanwhile..." A hand caressed the brunette's neck. "Feeling hungry?"
"No."
The ruler laughed wickedly, and the semi-human had a sudden icy fear that he was missing something very important. The dark vampire dragged a finger down his cheek, traced his jaw, and the brunette's chin so their eyes would meet. Chilling crimson stared evenly. "That's unfortunate for you." Yami held his wrist to his mouth, own teeth into the flesh. Seto began to struggle, knowing what would come next. Yami's lips left the flesh, and held the torn wrist to Seto's lips. "Drink, lovely." He chuckled, watching the blue-eyed beauty struggle under him, desperately trying to move away from the bloody torn flesh that was reddening everything. "Soon, you'll be mine."
"No!" Seto gasped out, turning his head from the flesh. Yami grinned, grabbing the brunette's chin and forcing his head back.
"You have no choice." He said, forcing the other's plush lips apart. Crimson drops flowed into Seto's mouth, and his eyes glazed over as Yami made him swallow. His blood lust took over him, while his tongue began to lap at Yami's self inflicted wound. Seto sucked greedily, lapping up as much cherry fluid as he could. He groaned while the metallic substance slid down his throat, lids fluttering, intense blue eyes glazing over. The vampire prince smirked and removed his hand, grinning wickedly at the delectable whimper that slipped from his sticky lips. Yami sat on the other's hips, anticipating what he knew would come next.
Suddenly, the brunette gasped and arched his back, pain flitting across his features. A scream ripped itself from his throat. Oh god, it HURT. Yami's eyes glazed over, turning a deep bleeding mauve, as his breath sped. A silly grin made him look uncharacteristically happy, and a bit disturbing. But the half-human teen did not notice. He screamed desperately again, arching under the other supernatural creature. Sweat ran from his brow, tears leaking from between his lids. After a while, he slowly calmed down, collapsing tiredly. The prince panted, trying to force back his lust. After all, his 'pet' was going to be tired for a while. Smirking to himself, he stood and swiftly left the room.
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Malik drummed his finger against his bare forearm impatiently as he watched the pale-haired one sift through the last page of the book. "Well?"
Bakura remained silent.
"Goddamnit, what is it?" Malik growled. "Did he trick us?"
"No. He didn't, that's for sure."
"Then WHAT!?"
The snow-haired demon shrugged and glared at the smaller unnatural creature. "No one's seen 'im since the attack, remember? What do you THINK happened?"
Choking sounds emerged from the Egyptian's throat. "You're kidding... You don't really think-"
"I do. Now that I think about it, he's just the type Yami would want."
"I know that but... What makes him so special anyway?" Malik sat himself down on a dusty chair. Bakura shrugged again.
"The fact he's half? The fact he refuses to be a true vampire? I don't know." He said, picking at the grime under his nails. Malik huffed, and blew a bang out of his face.
"Are we going to save him?"
"What can we really do know? Yami probably killed him already."
The would-be teen shook his head, moving platinum strands aside, and sipped from a drink nearby, clinking his metal heels against the table. "...Nah. Doubt it." A thin brow rose on the other's pale face. Although he remained silent, one who knew him such as Malik would know he was interested. "I don't think that's why the Prince wanted him."
"Really. Then why did he?" He inquired.
"Pleasure slave? His very own bed mate?" Malik replied. The other eyebrow shot up to meet the first.
"Well, I'm not surprised, but that's... interesting."
A short silence passed between them while an amused smirk slowly, slowly appeared on the blonde's lips. "And speaking of bed mates." With a swipe of the hand, he knocked the large book Bakura was concentrating on off of the table and sat in his lap. "I'm feeling a bit bored."
The pale haired demon's eyes narrowed slightly, a smirk appearing on his thin lips. "Want to play?" He murmured, not moving to touch the blonde. The other grinned, playing with the collar of Bakura's shirt.
"I'd love to."
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Ryou looked at the assortment of weapons with bored eyes, then looked over at the little boy. "Did you make all these?"
"Somewhat," Mokuba replied, smiling. "If it's complex I get the parts from the black market, otherwise I make them myself."
Yuugi stared at Mokuba in shock, twitching slightly as he stared at something that resembled the plasma cannon from one of those futuristic anime Honda tended to watch. Hiroto had disappeared a few years back, and Katsuya had missed him greatly. Jou himself was whistling appreciatively as he walked around the high-security den, hands buried in his pocket.
"Hm... Mind if I..?" Ryou's hand went towards one of the more decorative sabers.
"Sure, just don't injure them. They're my babies, I guess you can say."
Ryou gave out a soft snort and sat on top of one of the tables, running the saber along his fingers. "How common."
"Eh??" Jou looked over at Ryou and blinked. "Common? Look at this shit, dude!" Ryou glanced over to Jou, and he could now notice the thin-framed boy was frowning. "Ryou? Are you ok?" He tromped over and peered at Ryou's face closely. Ryou jerked away from Jou, and whatever reminiscence he had been going through, blushing furiously. In his surprise, he jerked the saber a bit too roughly against his thumb. With a twitch and a hiss, he wiped the steel against his white shirt and put it away, staring at the floor.
"Are you okay, Ryou?" Yuugi questioned, walking over as well.
"I'm fine... Just a cut."
"I wasn't talking about that, Ryou..." Yuugi said gently.
"Oh... Yeah. I'm fine, Yuugi." And he smiled.
However, Mokuba was frowning. 'Just too weird,' the boy thought.
Jounouchi rose an eyebrow. "Ya ain't gonna get off with that, Ryou."
"However do you mean?" Ryou blinked up at the blonde.
"Ya totally seemed off character, y'know."
"Maybe," he shrugged, burying his hands and his pocket and starting off the other way.
"No way!" The blonde caught his arm and forced Ryou to turn and face him, "You are going to tell me what's wrong."
"And what if I don't?"
"I can wait a really long time."
"Look, Jounouchi, I really appreciate your concern, but there's nothing wrong," Ryou started, smiling.
The blonde twitched and dragged the smaller figure over to a chair, forcing him to sit, and stood right in front of him- staring down at him. "I'm not falling for that."
Ryou rose an eyebrow. "I really don't care whether you 'fall' for anything, Jou. But please, leave me alone. I'm fine, like I've told you three times already."
"You guys, calm down." Yuugi tried to say.
Katsuya's eyebrow twitched and Mokuba was now staring at the unraveling scene with mild interest. "Would you just-"
"Leave me alone." Jou blinked at the icy voice and glanced down at Ryou, surprised. The white-haired boy was bearing a nasty glare, and his fingers were curled around a pair of stilettos. "I know how to use these and I swear to god if you don't leave me alone you will find out just how good I am."
"Yeesh, Ryou, what's with you?"
"NOTHING!" Ryou screamed at the top of his lungs and stormed off.
Yuugi stared, eyes wide. "What the hell just happened?"
"I don't know." Mokuba shrugged, and went back to what he was doing.