It had been about one month now. Bakura was quite relieved now that
Malik was treating him much better. Everything seemed perfect now, for the
both of them.
Tonight they decided to try an Egyptian theme. Malik lay waiting in a light tan skirt on the bed calling for Bakura. Slowly the other boy treaded into the room; with his cream colored rob dragging on the ground. "Put the ring on," Malik said in a smooth, persuasive voice. It took a moment but Bakura decided to the ring as he slinked into bed with his bf.
The usual sounds coming from the room on such occasions changed to a sharp scream of a man in pain and that of a sinister laugh after about 3 minutes. Both of these sounds continued for a bout 11 more minutes until the door flung open and Malik ran into a corner of the apartment room. His breathing was heavy; his eyes showed more fear than he ever had in is whole entire life. Out of the room stepped Bakura, no not Bakura, Yami Bakura. His evil tone hissed, "C'mon out now Malik, don't be shy." Malik observed that Yami Bakura was covered in blood, and it took him a moment to realize that that blood was his. He checked his body from where he was; he was bleeding horribly in many places. A soft demonic tone hissed, "You missed a spot" as a finger landed on the cut on Malik's shoulder. Slowly Malik moved his gaze to the left of him, where he saw Yami Bakura crouched down just behind him, with his head above his shoulder. A twisted smile spread across Yami Bakura's face as he slowly lowered his head. Malik was completely petrified with terror now as the demonic version of his lover bit into the lower side of Malik's neck, tearing through the skin and into his sweet juicy flesh. The warm deep red blood dripped down Malik's dark skin. Slowly Yami Bakura sucked the blood into his own mouth, savoring its warmth and sweetness. He then let go, dropping Malik to the floor. For Malik everything went black, everything.
To be continued.
Tonight they decided to try an Egyptian theme. Malik lay waiting in a light tan skirt on the bed calling for Bakura. Slowly the other boy treaded into the room; with his cream colored rob dragging on the ground. "Put the ring on," Malik said in a smooth, persuasive voice. It took a moment but Bakura decided to the ring as he slinked into bed with his bf.
The usual sounds coming from the room on such occasions changed to a sharp scream of a man in pain and that of a sinister laugh after about 3 minutes. Both of these sounds continued for a bout 11 more minutes until the door flung open and Malik ran into a corner of the apartment room. His breathing was heavy; his eyes showed more fear than he ever had in is whole entire life. Out of the room stepped Bakura, no not Bakura, Yami Bakura. His evil tone hissed, "C'mon out now Malik, don't be shy." Malik observed that Yami Bakura was covered in blood, and it took him a moment to realize that that blood was his. He checked his body from where he was; he was bleeding horribly in many places. A soft demonic tone hissed, "You missed a spot" as a finger landed on the cut on Malik's shoulder. Slowly Malik moved his gaze to the left of him, where he saw Yami Bakura crouched down just behind him, with his head above his shoulder. A twisted smile spread across Yami Bakura's face as he slowly lowered his head. Malik was completely petrified with terror now as the demonic version of his lover bit into the lower side of Malik's neck, tearing through the skin and into his sweet juicy flesh. The warm deep red blood dripped down Malik's dark skin. Slowly Yami Bakura sucked the blood into his own mouth, savoring its warmth and sweetness. He then let go, dropping Malik to the floor. For Malik everything went black, everything.
To be continued.