Hey my lovely little loyal readers who stay with me even through these stupid slumps! Well, it isn't the rest of the latest chapter... but it is something! My wonderful British luffling, Sazza has happily written me a side story! It is happy and you should all read and enjoy it. Review, give praise to Sazz, ask questions, anything goes!
Title: Angel Corrupted Side Story – Demon Play
Author: Sazz/Yaoi Pimp (yaoipimp on ffnet!)
Note: Side story to Liona Skykat's "Angel Corrupted", all notes on Blood Demon's came from Lio XD As well as random ramblings...
Summary: An excuse to put the Makky's into assloads of leather? XD Naah, just a day in the life of Alpha Blood Demons... And Halloween...
Pairing: Yami Malik/Malik (aka Yarik and Marik)
Sunlight shone through the window, beaming down on the two figures that lay tangled in the blood-red sheets on the bed. One of the two demons slept, limbs wrapped possessively around his mate, while the other lay awake, staring at the ceiling, an arm lying across his forehead to block the beams of light. He lay partially in thought and partially in waiting, wide-awake, pale violet eyes studying the inconsistencies in the paint above.
Malik had been told yesterday of a challenger to his and his mate's alpha position, through word from one of the members of the group. The two demons in question were a dominant male and submissive female, both of whom were strong fighters. However, not nearly strong enough to be able challenge himself, let alone his mate.
It was a tradition of sorts for the two dominants of the pair to fight, sometimes the submissive partners fighting as well. He glanced over at Yalik, the other blood demon sleeping soundly after a rather hectic night, hair still managing to stick up in all directions without the aid of any styling products, his skin was a few tones darker, glowing a tarnished gold in the sunlight. He knew that if Yalik was awake right now he'd be muttering and growling about the sunlight... He much preferred the night.
A twinge in the back of his mind alerted Malik to the presence of more blood demons, instantly recognising them as his challengers. Well, no need to wake Yalik for this one. Having a cranky, sleep-deprived mate was not one of life's pleasures as far as he was concerned.
Malik gently untangled himself from his sleeping mate, swiftly climbing out of bed and into his trousers, pulling on Yalik's black vest top before he made his way downstairs for the confrontation. He passed out of the top floor where living quarters were and through the second floor, making his way through the alleys between large boxes and crates – a side effect of living in a warehouse, then down to the ground floor where a man and woman stood watching him, arms folded as their eyes darted behind him.
He calmly approached them, studying them both. The man's name was Derek, short, ruffled blond hair covered his head, and his eyes were a very vivid green as they watched him disdainfully. The woman, Annette, also had short hair and her near-golden eyes watched him with a little more wariness than those of her mate. Malik came to a stop several feet away and also folded his arms, raising an eyebrow as he waited for them to speak.
"I'm here to challenge Yalik," Derek stated calmly, looking at Malik briefly before his eyes turned back to the stairs to the next floor. "Where is he?"
"Sleeping, actually," Malik said with a bored sigh. "And I don't wish to wake him, he'll end up being moody and snappy all day, and that's not really any fun for me you understand?"
"Well that's none of my concern. I'm here to challenge him, so wake him up."
"What if I said 'no'?" Malik said, eyes narrowing slightly.
"I'd do it myself," Derek replied, eyes also narrowing.
"As it is, Derek, you're not fit to challenge my mate. You're not even fit to challenge me, although I will humour you if it will get this notion of being the Alpha out of your head..."
"It's tradition that the dominants fight each other. I don't fight subs." Derek hissed.
"Fuck tradition. You do now."
With that Malik launched himself at Derek, covering the distance between them in under a second, fist connecting with the other demon's face. The challenger soon replied in kind and the two demons fought viciously, yelling insults at each other as their attacks connected. Annette stood back and watched, the codes of fighting not allowing her to join her mate in attacking Malik, the fight only allowed to be decided one-on-one. Weapons were also banned, the opponents having to reply on their physical strength and abilities to defeat the other, as far as the blood demons were concerned, this was the best way to declare a leader.
The fight carried on for several minutes, the two demons leaping apart to catch their breath every now and then, the pair glaring each other down as they scanned over the other's injuries as well as their own. Both were bruised and sore in various places on their bodies and limbs, while having successfully managed to protect their faces. Derek shot forward again, fists flying as Malik dodged and countered, the pair trading punches, kicks and all manner of self-defence and retaliatory moves.
In a split second, Derek drove his fist towards Malik's stomach, the other demon's hands darting down to block the hit, leaving his face open. The green-eyed man launched his free fist at Malik's face, even as his other connected with the Alpha's block. Derek leapt away as Malik fell back, crashing into the ground for a moment before instinctually leaping to his feet, a trickle of blood making its way from his nose.
They both froze as the scent of blood filled the air, the entire warehouse seeming to fall silent. Malik's eyes widened as he took an almost delicate sniff, the scent of his blood filling his nose and the back of his mouth. His pupils dilated, lips pulling away as he bared his teeth, eyes focusing on the other demon with a fury-filled gaze.
Derek wasn't prepared as Malik launched himself at him, fists connecting much faster and harder than they had previously. Derek felt blood spill from his nose as it was crushed under angry fists even as he tried as hard as he could to block them, Malik now using his double punch attack against him as he fought.
He felt a bone in his arm snap as Malik twisted it in some way it shouldn't be twisted, teeth still bared as he resumed his attack on the rest of the green-eyed demon's body. In the background he could hear Annette calling to him, begging him to submit, if only for her sanity. His body continued to instinctively fight against the onslaught. The fight he had trained hard for and the sub was winning against him.
A feeling of self-disgust welled up in him and he was about to redouble his efforts when the attack stopped suddenly. He focused his gaze on Malik and saw the struggling demon within the arms of Yalik, the larger demon staring indifferently down at him as he held his mate still, waiting patiently for him to calm.
A shudder of fear ran down Derek's spine. Many of the demons in their group didn't deal with Yalik on a regular basis, finding him too intimidating, preferring instead to speak to Malik and allow him to pass messages and news on. A slight twitch of Yalik's eye and a growl filled the air, green eyes flickering down to where Malik had buried his teeth in the flesh of his mate's arm, biting almost wildly in an attempt to be free, thick blood dribbling over the taller man's skin.
Yalik shook him off and cuffed him hard around the head, just enough to daze the smaller demon while he spoke.
"You were here to challenge me?"
Derek just swallowed and waited, common sense kicking in as he realised that Malik had probably been right.
Yalik said nothing, just cast a look over the beaten form of the other demon.
Swallowing hard, Derek looked over to his mate and promptly knelt down on the dusty floor, averting his eyes from the two Alphas and then tilting his head back and to the side in the recognised gesture of submission among their kind. Essentially it meant they were offering their lives, even though very rarely was anyone killed like this, only a repeat offender could expect death from such a move.
"Leave."
Yalik watched silently as Annette gathered her mate, allowing him to lean on her before leaving. Malik was still struggling somewhat, although his attempts were more bad-tempered, half-hearted pushes and hits rather than the ferocious hits and bites he had handed out earlier.
"Are you calm now?" Yalik asked when Malik finally fell still.
"I have blood in my mouth." Malik turned his gaze away from the doorway and faced his mate, his own blood and the taller man's mingling on his top lip and in his mouth. His speech was impaired somewhat by the blood-filled saliva that he refused to swallow.
Yalik raised an eyebrow, smirking before turning his mate around and pressing his lips against the smaller man's, mouth opening instantly. His tongue roamed Malik's mouth, searching out the traces of blood and pulling them into his own mouth before swallowing. He really didn't understand Malik's intense dislike for ingesting blood. Of course he also didn't understand his vegetarianism.
They stood like this for a while, Yalik cleaning his mate's mouth of blood and blood stained saliva, before he pulled away slightly, tongue darting over Malik's upper lip, tracing the trail of drying blood to the bottom of his nose. He pulled away and stared at Malik for a few moments. While he had certainly come out of the fight better, he was still pretty roughed up by the looks of it.
"This mean I can keep you from school today?"
Malik nodded and stretched, wincing slightly. "Yes, although I'm already late anyway."
"Good."
With that, Yalik led Malik upstairs to a bath and sleep.
The day was passed pleasurably enough, after washing Malik had finally fallen asleep, his mate once again wrapped around him, catching up on his own sleep that the fight had woken him from. Mid-afternoon, Yalik had woken up, waking Malik soon after, the smaller demon's wounds had pretty much healed, leaving the two to spend the afternoon how they wished.
As evening began to fall, Malik rested happily against his mate, naked bodies pressed against each other as Yalik's teeth nipped at the skin where his neck met his shoulder, drawing a few drops of blood. The smaller of the two sighed and closed his eyes happily until something occurred to him.
"Hey, it's Halloween today..."
"And?" came Yalik's disinterested reply.
"We're going out, and we're going to dress up..."
"Are we?" A slight hint of interest was evident in his voice now.
"Yes, I even got us all we'll need for our costumes," Malik said, detangling himself from Yalik and disappearing over to a set of drawers. The larger of the two watched with mild annoyance as his naked mate pulled out two seemingly random objects. He studied them for a few moments.
"Horns and a halo?"
"The halo is crooked and it's for me to wear, the horns..." Malik pushed a small switch and the horns began flashing red. "Are for you." He finished with a grin.
"No."
"Yes."
"I'm not wearing something so stupid," Yalik stated, yet more annoyed.
"Yes you can. Lighten up for once."
Yalik stared at his mate, Malik matching his gaze, before an idea occurred to him.
"Fine, I'll wear them on one condition."
"What's that?" Malik asked, a wary tone creeping into his voice.
"Where's that henna tattoo kit you own?"
The sub blinked. "Over here. Why?"
Yalik grinned.
Half an hour and a small fight later, a pouting Malik sat on the bed and watched Yalik change with a glare. On the left side of his chest above his nipple, the Japanese symbol for "Uke" sat in henna, a matching "Seme" sat on his mate's chest. The smaller of the two wasn't sure if the tattoo was worth the amusement he derived from the light up horns on his mate's head. While he was the submissive one in the relationship since Yalik had overpowered him when they mated, he hated being referred to as such, and the tattoo was just insult to injury.
"Stop pouting, you got what you want." Yalik said, shrugging on the chosen shirt.
Malik just glared.
Yalik shook his head and walked over to his mate.
"I said stop pouting. If it makes you feel any better, you're a very sexy..." Yalik placed a small kiss on Malik's lips. "Very ferocious uke...and possibly the most dominant submissive anyone has ever seen."
A small smile appeared on Malik's face. "You just want me happy so that you'll get laid tonight."
"There is that," Yalik replied with a grin. "Now get changed. Let's get this over and done with."
All Hallows Eve had fallen over Dartmouth, youths of all kinds were out on the streets of the city. The young ones going door to door in groups or with parents as they played the age old 'Trick or Treat', gathering candy or money from anyone and everyone, little witches, ghosts, vampires, goblins and all manner of creatures running about the popular neighbourhoods.
In other areas of the city, clubs had been filled up with the other half, the people who were now in their mid teens, their outfits a little more unconventional and risqué. Most of the Willowbrook high school students had gathered at the official school dance, or had taken their younger siblings trick or treating.
Most.
Malik had found his way to one of the clubs, the better music and lack of teenagers being a bigger draw then the popularity contest that was high school. Not to mention, the majority of the people in this club were also demons of varying sorts. Perfect for blood demons such as himself and his mate.
He had been left to his own devices on the dance floor, his mate having wandered off to get himself a drink at the bar. Not that it had totally ended their contact, Yalik's eyes hadn't left him, his stare following every sway of his hips, every spin and hair flick being recorded in the larger demon's memory. Malik smiled, feeling Yalik's burning gaze drifting over his backside.
Readjusting his crooked halo, he made a point of keeping his back to his mate for the other man's pleasure, focusing his attention on the music instead, the beat driven songs giving him a very good excuse to make plenty of unnecessary shakes of his ass. Glancing around at other people's costumes, of both the dancers and those sat around the edge of the room, he caught sight of a familiar short figure, the usually spiked hair in braids, not to mention the outfit. Seems the boy had more balls than he would have thought, it was almost indecent. He approved.
A moment later, large violet eyes met his, blinking in shock as he realized who he was staring at. Malik grinned at the other boy, not pausing a second in his movements. A pair of hands on his waist signalled that his leather clad mate had left his place at the bar and had decided it was time for him to return. He leant back into the other demon's embrace and winked at Yugi before turning his attention to Yalik.
He wrapped one arm around his mate's neck, suppressing a giggle at the light up horns that were currently in his mate's hair, the amusement they induced was back now that he was in a better mood. Letting his hips sway to the beat of whatever new song had come on, he pressed himself against his mate, feeling the warm body begin rocking against his in return. The material of his clothing moved over his already warm skin, sending small pleasurable shivers through his nerves.
With a grin, Malik raised himself up on his toes and playfully nipped his mate's bottom lip, not hard enough to split the skin, but just hard enough to deliver a small jolt of pain. He let out a laugh and tried to pull out of Yalik's embrace, a feral grin on the other demon's mouth as his hands slid down to his ass, instantly pulling him closer again. The taller man sighed through his nose as Malik's hips continued to move with the beat of the music, brushing and grinding against him.
Sharp teeth closed in on Malik's earlobe a few seconds later, short, sharp nips making their way down his neck, tongue following seconds later to clean up the drops of blood left in wake of his teeth. Yalik trailed his tongue back up and pulled away to look at his mate before grinning and darting in, licking the end of the smaller man's nose.
Laughing, Malik turned himself in Yalik's grasp so that his back was now pressing against his mate's chest. Grinding his hips, he pushed himself back into Yalik, gradually bending his legs as he slipped lower and lower. His grin became wider and wider as the back of his head slid over his mate's abdomen, hair brushing over the bared skin where his top had pulled away from the pants, the leather making small noises as Yalik's hips moved slightly to the music.
Reaching the bottom, he rubbed his cheek against the other man's crotch and slid back up before Yalik could do anything about it. Strong hands slid back around him to run over his stomach and hips, holding him against the toned body behind. Reaching behind, he wrapped one arm behind his mate's head, continuing to sway his body in time to the music, once again moving his backside against he same area his cheek has been.
Time passed as Malik continued to work out new ways to taunt his mate with his dancing, no single move breaking their physical contact. Fingers danced over the other's body, both blood demons taking time to trace the tattoo the other held on their chest, Malik pouted slightly at his tattoo, but Yalik once again brought him around with kisses and nips and light up horns.
"I think it's time for us to leave." Yalik's smooth voice spoke into his ear.
"It's still early, I don't want to leave yet." Malik pouted.
"Why, we could continue this fun somewhere else," Yalik attempted to move his mate forward with the force of his body.
Digging his heels into the floor, Malik refused to move, digging his nails into his mate's hands, which were one again placed on his abdomen.
"We can stay for a little longer. Stop acting so oooold." He slapped his mate's hands, the sound almost audible above the music.
A second later, one of Yalik's hands had slid between his legs, the other rose to turn his mate's face to him. Catching his mate's lips in a rough kiss, he effectively silenced any further protests as he steered the younger demon towards the door.
And thus they go home and boff! But ffnet is poopy and thus it isn't there
