Clash Between Two Worlds
Chapter 15: Sinner's Delight
Inhaling deeply, Ryou sighed, closed eyes twitching softly, before slowly opening. They immediately closed again, the bright sunlight that filtered in through the window too much for his sleepy orbs. He yawned out his protests for waking up, curling up and snuggling further against the warm body next to his. Wincing at the sharp pain up his spine, the angel slowly began to heal himself, still not quite awake.
Fingers ran through his hair and Ryou smiled, cracking his eyes open now that the sunlight had toned down a bit. Bakura gazed back, his eyes a little more than barely open. He yawned widely, fangs glinting faintly in the light. Looking back down at the angel in his arms, Bakura smirked slightly, pulling him on top of his chest. Bakura watched as a blush spread across the others nose, doe brown eyes awake and alert now.
Bakura chuckled; brushing a hand against the angel's flushed cheek, "Angel… I need you to do me a favor."
Ryou tilted his head slightly, his bold movements of slipping his leg across the demon's waist for a more comfortable position unexpected to either of them.
This earned him a low groan from the darker male, followed by, "I need you to sit back."
The angel was confused for a moment, unsure of what that would accomplish, so he did as he was asked. Sitting up, he felt something brush against his backside. Looking back over his shoulder, Ryou only saw the blanket bunched against his lower back, but his blush doubled anyways knowing what was there, quickly looking back at the smirking demon below him with wide eyes.
"I… but… I don't… know…" He stumbled, unbelievably flustered. He curled his wings against his back out of nerves, rustling the white feathers softly.
Bakura chuckled again and sat up, causing the angel to slip down into his lap and hold on to his shoulders for balance. Wrapping his arms around Ryou's back, the demon held him close, brushing his lips across the others in a chaste kiss, before leaning down for another. Pulling away after a moment, Bakura tilted Ryou's chin back with his nose, kissing under his jaw lightly.
"Please…" He whispered, surprising even himself.
Ryou hesitated, never expecting that word to pass from the others mouth. He finally whispered out, "I… I don't know... how…"
His laugh was deep and dark but not threatening, more amused than anything. Hugging the angel tight to his chest, Bakura replied, "I'll teach you."
Nodding, Ryou couldn't get rid of the flush that claimed his face, his heart speeding up in both anticipation and nervousness. Strong arms lifted him so that he sat on his knees and the demon leaned back slightly, positioning both of them.
"Slowly, for your sake."
Ryou nodded, biting his bottom lip slightly as he lowered himself, Bakura's hands guiding his hips. He whimpered softly at the first contact, the noises slowly turning into small moans as he broke past his protective ring of muscle and relaxed himself, until he was back in his sitting position. Bakura closed his eyes and tilted his head back, satisfied hisses escaping him.
Tightening his grip on his hips, the demon slowly began lifting the angel and settling him again, making them both pant softly. Ryou caught on quickly, short nails lightly digging into pale shoulders as he moved himself, rocking his waist every time he sat back down. He shivered at the feeling of being filled and complete again, the tip of the demon hitting that spot within him that made him want to press himself down harder.
Bakura did that for him though, pulling his hips down with more force than before, bucking his own waist up to meet the others. He could feel the others solid length rubbing against his stomach and he gripped it with one hand, making the angel thrust forward and cry out. Snowy tresses fell back to brush against the demon's fingers that dug into his side as Ryou threw his head back and let out a wail, Bakura's hand coated in the essence of the angel. The darker boy growled when the muscles around his aching manhood clenched tightly, ebony wings curling around Ryou's body as he dug his nails further into the other's side and leaned his forehead against his shoulder with his horns grazing against his neck, coating his inner walls.
The two stayed in their positions for a moment longer, both breathing harshly, but a grin tugging at both of their lips. Bakura removed his hand from between their bodies, encircling his arms around the slim frame in his lap. Ryou shifted his head to look back down at the demon, catching his lips softly with his own.
"…Thank you…" He whispered a bit awkwardly, still not used to using such mannerism.
Ryou smiled softly and kissed him again, running a hand back in to spiky hair. Bakura pulled the angel off of his spent shaft and shifted forward, spreading his wings before Ryou could land on them, instead, falling back with a soft 'fwump' on the blankets, the demon soon following. Ryou laughed softly as Bakura settled on his chest, ivory horns receding enough not to stab the angel as he laid his head over his heart.
"Mnn…" Bakura growled softly in his throat, one hand traveling up the younger chest, feeling fingers gently brushing through his hair. "We'll never get outta bed if you keep doing that…"
The angel laughed again, "That's fine with me."
Bakura chuckled, pulling himself from his comfortable position. Giving the other a lingering kiss, the demon finally sat up and slide off of the bed, making his way towards his closet. Ryou sat up as well, blushing faintly at the demon's bold actions of walking around in the nude in front of him. But, he assumed it was alright now, considering what they had done previously…
Scooting over to the edge of the bed, the angel looked down at the necklace he had forgotten he had been given. Thinking for a moment, he called out, "Bakura? Do you…" He thought again for his right choice of words, "Do you have any necklaces?"
A pair of bondage pants was thrown his way, landing next to him with a rattle. Looking up, mahogany eyes watched him a bit curiously, "What for?"
"Do you?"
The other nodded after a moment, jerking a thumb over his shoulder, towards a desk pressed up against the wall, "In there, but put those pants on. They may be a little big, but just tighten the belts." He added as an afterthought.
Ryou nodded, slipping his legs into the wide pants, doing up the front and gripping the bottom of the two spiked belts that were already hooked into the loops. Pulling them both on to the tightest hole, Ryou was happy to find that they stayed on his hips, though still sinking low.
Padding over to the oak desk, the chains around and between his legs jingled and rattled together loudly with each step he took, the metal connected on the top and bottom side of each of his thighs being thrown forward slightly with each step. This made Ryou stop more than twice, not used to such a loud and heavy article of clothing. Finally making his way over to the desk, he saw that the top was covered with an assortment of different objects. Pins and needles of all different sizes littered a good half of the wood, as well as a multitude of switchblades, small daggers and other knives. Raising a delicate brow, he didn't bother question the others little sharp object fetish.
He was a demon, after all.
Opening the top drawer, he found an abundance of wrist cuffs, many of which were spiked to some degree. Trying a different drawer, he found what he was looking for.
Necklaces of all different sizes in chains, both thick and thin, covered the long drawer. Ryou pawed through the expanse of metal, searching for the size he wanted. Pushing aside an exceptionally thick choker, he found what he was looking for. Pulling a thin box chain from the very bottom of the drawer, Ryou smiled. Closing the opening with a soft click, he picked up one of the thicker needles and placed both of his newly acquired objects in his pocket.
Turning back to the demon, he found Bakura to already be clothed in a pair of pants similar to the ones he wore, minus the extra chains on his thighs, as well as a black t-shirt that merely had a large pair of red horns printed on the front. His wings were folded against his back as his hands were busy pulling closed the second belt wrapped around his waist.
Walking over to him, Ryou pointed to his shirt, "You like those kinds, I presume?"
Bakura chuckled, shrugging slightly, "When you live alone, you have to find small ways of amusing yourself, yeah?"
Ryou smiled softly, wrapping his arms around the older males' chest, "Not anymore… I can be your entertainment now."
The demon smirked and nodded, pulling a second shirt from within his closet and holding it out for the other to take it. Unfurling it in his hands, Ryou read out loud, "Devil's Little Angel". He couldn't help but laugh, looking up into mahogany eyes. "Do you like giving me the cliché shirts or something?"
His smirk widened playfully, ruffling snowy white locks before walking around the bed and towards the mirror. Bending down, Bakura pulled on his boots, slipping the two majiwaru over the material to rest against his thickly-clad ankles. Stretching his wings and arms out to his sides as he straightened, Bakura yawned out, "Put it on already… I'm feeling a bit claustrophobic in here."
Ryou pulled his head through the top of the shirt, nearly gaping at the demon, "But this room is huge!" He exclaimed, slipping his wings through the back and pulling the material down over his stomach.
Bakura tilted his head to glance back at the angel, his smirk ever-present, "Just come on, my little Angel."
Rolling his eyes teasingly at the demon for his choice of words, Ryou pulled on his own shoes, before joining the other on the windowsill, following suit as he jumped headfirst towards the ocean below. Black and white wings both spread and caught the current with a snap of air, coasting quickly a few yards above the water's surface.
"Where are we going?" Ryou called over the ocean breeze.
The demon waited for the other to catch up with him before answering, "Devil's Spawn."
Ryou could make out the faint outline of a city on the horizon, the glare of the high afternoon sun shining behind him and off of the water below. "What's that?"
Bakura reached out to his side and held his hand out, waiting for the angel to grab it. Taking his hand, Ryou felt the wind rush as his face a bit faster, the demon speeding up his flight pace and pulling the other along. He looked back at the angel, replying to his question.
"An underground club that Malik and Marik both own together. They say it keeps them occupied."
Ryou nodded in understanding, watching as the city buildings became larger as they drew closer. But, something was different about this human place… was it even a human place? The entire scenario seemed to be in different shades of grey, giving everything a drab and depressed impression. The streets were empty as they left the water and slowed down to fly above the city, weaving between the large, dark buildings. Ryou realized that the entire expansion of the land below him seemed to be covered in what looked like a fog, blocking out a good majority of the sun as they descended lower, making everything much darker and greyer than it should have been.
The two landed gently in the middle of a deserted street and Ryou felt dread settle itself within his chest, immediately moving as close to the demon's side as he could. He looked around their surroundings with fearful eyes, not liking this place at all.
"Bakura, where are we? Where is everyone? I've never seen a place like this before…" The angel's voice was quiet and scared, his vision scanning for what he knew was there, but could not see.
Bakura intertwined his fingers with Ryou's, narrowing his eyes at the gloom around them. "Just stay close to me. Come on."
Pulling the other along, he led the angel past the kicked-in wooden door and into the dark room that still reminded Bakura of a hotel lobby. Keeping close to his partner, Ryou watched the darkness carefully as he was led forward, jumping when a crash sounded from his right. Clinging to the demon's arm, white wings parted, ready to either created a shield or take flight.
Bakura pushed Ryou behind him, stepping forward with a growl. The small creature, who had knocked over a vase containing a plant, hissed at the demon, to which the fiend loudly snarled almost inhumanly back at in warning. Slinking back in to the shadows, the thing disappeared from sight. Bakura gripped the angel's wrist, tugging him into a back room. Opening yet another door within the dusty space, Ryou found himself being pulled down a winding staircase, hearing a thumping coming from under his feet.
Finally walking on level ground again, Ryou found the rhythm to be louder, feeling the vibrations traveling up through his shoes and into the rest of his body, echoing in his chest. He couldn't see anything in front of his nose and the only reason he was able to tell that Bakura was still with him was because he was now tightly gripping his hand.
Ryou blushed in the darkness, despite himself, knowing it was a good thing the demon couldn't see him. Flashing lights suddenly blinded him for a moment, making him wince, the music nearly deafening. Fingers laced with his again, pulling the angel forward into a mass of bodies.
Sticking close to the body in front of him, Ryou tried to ignore all of the stares he was attracting and kept his head lowered, tightening his grip on his mate's hand. Bakura returned the squeeze, keeping a steady pace forward. The angel watched past snowy bangs, his awe suppressed as the demons ahead of them parted and then closed right behind him, making Ryou all the more nervous in the end. He felt hands grazing his wings and he gasped, nearly running into Bakura as he quickened his steps, pulling his appendages tighter to his back.
They finally reached the bar, to Ryou's relief, Bakura taking a seat on one of the high stools and pulling the angel up into his lap. He looked up at down the long table, spotting all sorts of creatures watching him back. One of Bakura's arms slipped around his waist and his nerves went quiet for the time being, eyes focusing on the figure at the end of the bar.
A fist suddenly slamming down in front of him made the angel jump, the arm around him tightening, "Hey! Idiot who isn't waiting on me!"
Light violet eyes turned to look towards the voice, a scowl printed across tanned features. Placing a tall cup in front of the woman he had been talking to, the blonde made his way over to the two, leaning against the counter once he was eye to eye with them. Smirking at Ryou, Malik's gaze traveled down, landing on the single black feather that lay against his chest. Looking up at Bakura, he asked, "Worked?"
Ryou's brows furrowed slightly and he looked up at the demon as well, "What worked?"
Bakura glared at the second angel for saying something so stupid in front of his mate, before turning to Ryou and grinning halfheartedly, "Nothing, don't worry about it."
The white – haired angel decided not to press the subject, instead turning to face Malik again, "Do you have a bathroom?"
The blonde leaned across the bar, pointing to the left, around the demons that lined the other chairs, "Straight down there, second on your right."
Ryou thanked him, about to slip off of Bakura's lap, when the arm around his waist stopped him. Looking back, confused chocolate brown met concerned dark mahogany.
"What is it, Bakura?"
Dark eyes hesitated, before glancing around at the crowded area. He leaned down so that he could talk low and still be heard over the pounding music, "I don't want you going alone."
The angel smiled softly at the concern, tilting his chin up to gently kiss the other in reassurance, "I'll be fine."
The arm only tightened around his stomach, pulling him back when he tried to slip off the others lap again.
"How long will you be."
Ryou carefully pried the demon's arm from his body, slipping down to the floor with a muffled jingle from his pants. Looking up again, he still gripped the hand and gave it a squeeze as he had earlier, lifting himself up on his tiptoes to kiss the dark male again.
"Not long. Don't worry." He whispered, before turning and making his way through the mingling crowds.
Bakura straightened in his chair, watching his lover disappear down the hallway Malik had indicated. Turning back to the bar, said male was staring at the other, a cocky smirk still plastered across his lips.
"As I was saying earlier, it worked, didn't it."
The demon growled, leaning forward on his folded forearms, "Yes, but I would rather he didn't know I had to lower myself another level and ask you for help and advice."
Malik laughed out loud, violet eyes gleaming, "Right, wouldn't want him to know that, of all things…"
The older male scowled at the platinum – haired angel, who merely grinned, walking away to refill orders.
Pushing open the bathroom door, Ryou stepped in and looked around. The area was nicely furnished, for being owned by demons. Porcelain sinks lined the wall to his right, a row of urinals to his left. Four stalls occupied the space after the sinks, the left corner further in taken by a small window and a heater.
Or was it an air conditioner?
Ryou couldn't tell, the room being a nice and comfortable temperature.
Walking over to the window, the angel looked out, finding the same grey area he had seen in the city above. What he was looking at must have, at one point, been a subway, due to the empty tracks he spotted a few yards further in. Turning away, the angel settled back against the wall, digging his hand into his pocket.
He hadn't actually had to go to the bathroom; that was just an excuse to go through with creating a little present for his partner without him finding out. Pulling out the needle and box chain he had stashed away in Bakura's room, Ryou brought one of his wings forward, carefully sizing the ebony feather hanging around his neck with one around the same size on his own appendage, give or take a few centimeters.
Tugging on the one he selected, the angel winced, finally pulling the feather free. Folding his wings again, Ryou set to work, knowing he would have to finish quickly if he didn't want Bakura to become worried and come looking for him.
He smiled at the thought.
Who knew a demon of that stature could express what he did for him?
He truly was an interesting character…
Finally poking a hole through the base of the feather, Ryou wiggled the needle a bit, making the opening slightly bigger. Pocketing the sharp object, he carefully slid the chain through the hole, hearing the bathroom door opening. Ready to put his small project away if it happened to be Bakura walking in, Ryou looked up, relieved to find that it was just a demon and his friends laughing as the door shut behind them.
"Have you ever seen this place so busy before? So many broads around too, daaaammnnn…" One of the demons' laughed at his own statement, his black hair gleaming with traces of green under the ceiling lights.
"Ever since those higher class demons cleared out this entire city, demons from all over have been coming here and claiming the human territory as their own. So of course it's busy." The red head, who seemed to be the leader from Ryou's perspective, smacked the raven – haired male in the head, adding, "You should know that, Devin."
The one named Devin grimaced and rubbed his head, replying, "Shut up, Suru, I did know that. You're just an idiot for thinking I didn't."
The two became engaged in a verbal argument, which quickly grew into something more physical. Ryou pushed himself away from the wall, pocketing his newly made necklace and began for the door, not wanting to be involved in any scuffles.
"Hey…" Ryou turned to look towards the sinks, seeing cobalt blue eyes watching him, "Didn't I see you come in with that other demon, the one with the spiky white – hair?"
"Oi, who the hell'er you talking to, Toby?" Suru held a hand to Devin's neck, keeping him at arm's length, before looking over at Ryou, "An angel? What the hell's an angel doing down here?"
Throwing the demon away from him, Suru made his way towards Ryou, a devious grin spreading across his pale features. Becoming more nervous by the second, the angel felt his back press up against the wall he had previously been leaning again, his stomach clenching.
"Well, well, well…" The red – haired male placed both of his hands on either side of Ryou's head, his eyes leering and voice lecherous. "What are you doing all alone in a demon's bathroom, little angel?"
"I-I'm actually… here with someone…" The brown – eyed boy stuttered, slipping out from under the demon's arm, "So, I should be, you know… going and all now..."
Ryou quickened his pace as he moved away, breaking out into a run when he heard the head demon yell, "Devin! Grab him!"
Hands on the latch connected to the door, the angel only saw a flash of black out of the corner of his eye before a body was crushed against his, keeping the door closed.
"No!" He shouted, one fist pounding on the door, the other gripped around the metal latch, "Bakura!"
Devin held one arm around the smaller boy's abdomen, trying to pull him away from the door, finally unable to take the angel's thrashing about and grabbed a fistful of white hair, tugging backwards.
Ryou held onto the handle for as long as he dared; the door opening as he was pulled backwards, pain shooting through his head as his other hand scrambled to pull the fingers from his hair.
"Bakura!" The angel continued to twist his body, hoping that his mate would hear his cries through the open door that was now closing and getting a feeling that he wouldn't. "Bakura, help! BAKURA!"
"Geeze, shut that kid up!" Suru snarled.
The hand around his chest disappeared and covered his mouth, muffling his screams, the pain increasing now that the only thing pulling him backwards was the hand in his hair. He could feel tears of both pain and fright rolling down his cheeks, his body roughly thrown against the cement wall between two urinals. Chocolate brown eyes widened as the one named Suru came forward again, pinning his body against the others and crushing their lower halves together. Ryou gasped and screamed out Bakura's name again, only to have a different hand replace Devin's.
"Shh-shh-shh…" Suru's voice was laced with venom as he used his free hand to gently stroke the angel's hair, "No body's gunna hurt you if you just stay still…" His hand wandered down to slip under the black shirt, running back up smooth skin and roughly pinching his nipples.
Jerking at the painful sensation in his chest, Ryou whimpered, twisting his body again.
"Uhm, Suru…" The blonde still standing by the sinks was watching them wearily, "…I really don't think that's such a good idea."
Suru growled, glaring back at Toby, his hand working on the first of the angel's belts, "And why not?"
Shaking his head, the blue – eyed boy jogged towards the door, "That's Bakura's angel… you're fucked if you do anything to him."
The red-head watched the blonde disappear out the door, before returning to his shaking victim with a dark grin, Devin grinning stupidly next to him.
Mahogany eyes shifted to look down the hallway that led to the bathroom for the hundredth time in the past five minutes, before leaning his arms back against the counter.
Where was he?
He said he wouldn't be long…
Why did he have a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach…?
"Hey, will you cut that out? You're making me nervous."
Looking up, dark purple eyes watched him, slightly concerned.
"If you're that overprotective and nervous, why don't you just go in and find the little bugger?" Marik tried to make the other smirk, figuring out quickly that he had failed when the other demon began to stir his untouched drink that sat in front of him with the tip of his finger.
"This place is crawling with perverted bastards; I just don't want him getting caught up with one of them. Fuck only knows the kid can't protect himself…" The white - haired male muttered, leaning back to stare down the empty hallway.
But, this time, it wasn't empty.
A blonde haired demon was running out of the passageway, their eyes meeting for a brief second, dark blue widening, before disappearing among the bodies of everyone else.
That look tripled the bad feeling in his stomach and the demon sprung from his stool as if it was aflame, running through the few demons that hadn't gotten out of his way already. Literally skidding to a halt in front of the males' bathroom door, Bakura pressed his weight against the opening, holding the wood out in front of him.
His eyes narrowed, pupils thinning to slits at the sight the greeted him.
Someone was about to die.