"This is so boring," Marik whined, flicking a small pebble off the roof as dead violet eyes watched the mortal below who was n
EgyptMotou- hey everyone, sorry for the long wit, but I'm back with an all knew chapter, and I hope you guys like it
Egypt- YAY! New chapter!!
Yami- about time
EgyptMotou- don't start with me
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EgyptMotou- nope!
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"This is so boring," Marik whined, flicking a small pebble off the roof as dead violet eyes watched the mortal below who was now fast asleep in his bed. "I could be doing much more entertaining things right now,"
It was past midnight by now and all three vampires were getting quite irritated and bored, not to mention the fact that all three had to control themselves and not rape the poor human below.
"I hate your cousin Atemu, this is all his fucking fault," Bakura hissed, turning dark eyes to Atemu who was resting on the roof on his stomach, crimson eyes closed as if in slumber, but Bakura knew better. After all, who could sleep with such an alluring smell wafting at their senses.
Growling at the lack of response from the younger vampire Bakura picked up a small rock nearest to him on the small rooftop and tossed it at the young half blood, hoping to get his attention, or at least anger him. Besides an angry Atemu was a funny Atemu.
Not to his surprise Atemu caught the air born earth in his fist with cat like reflexes and crushed the small rock to dust before opening burning crimson eyes and locking them on the emotional vampire.
"What iw?" Atemu smirked, arching an eyebrow at the growl that erupted from Bakura's lips, making the already angry Bakura flash his fangs at the young vampire.
"What did you just call me?"
"You heard me, what are you, hard of hearing thief?" Atemu mocked, making Bakura lunge for the smaller vampire, but unfortunately Marik was at him just in time to grab the enraged emotional and hold him back from the now laughing half blood.
"Get the fuck off me Marik," Bakura hissed, glaring back at the incubus.
"Stop it Bakura, we have to be quite remember, so that means no fighting, you two are lucky humans can't hear us thanks to our spells," Marik hissed, wrapping his arms more securely around Bakura's waist, holding him in place.
"If they can't hear us then they won't be able to hear me kicking Atemu's smug ass," Bakura hissed out, dark eyes locking on the smirking half blood in front of him. Ra what he wouldn't do to wipe that smug look off his face.
"You know damn well they can hear everything else except our talking, now stop," Marik hissed, biting into Bakura's main jugular vain harshly, injecting the emotional vampire with a small doze of his poison, causing Bakura to relax in his arms.
"I hate when you poison me," Bakura growled, turning burning brown eyes to the smirking incubus.
"It got you to relax didn't it" Marik smirked, before he glared at Atemu, who was currently looking up at the stars in wonder.
"What the hell Atemu, what the fuck is your problem, just because you're horny, lonely, and depressed does not give you the right to act like an ass," Marik growled out, keeping his eyes locked on the young half blood who looked at him and smirked.
"You know, Malik has made you soft," Atemu smirked, before he turned his eyes once more to the stars. "Years ago you would have let Bakura kick my ass."
"Yea well it's called having someone and growing up, what's your excuse," Marik growled angrily, not prepared for the burning crimson eyes that locked on him.
"You know damn well why I don't have someone, they took everything away from me," Atemu growled, his deep crimson eyes narrowing to slits before he turned his head away.
"You just don't want to look for anyone," Bakura sighed, relaxing into Marik's arms, the incubus's poison working through his system. Lucky for him it was a small doze.
"Why should I, vampires can't stand me, and human don't understand me, so what's the use," Atemu sighed, rolling onto his back.
"You just don't want to get close to anyone cause you don't want what happened to your Mom and Dad to happen to your partner," Bakura pointed out, looking up at Marik with angry eyes. "I still hate you for poisoning me"
"Yeah, yeah I love you too Bakura"
"Just shut up thief, it's none of your concern what I do or don't do with my love life," Atemu growled out, his hands fisting underneath his head as he once more closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of the night.
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Fangs.
Claws.
Wings.
Blood…
So much blood…
Red and black, fresh and dried, mingling together in an intricate design, shaping and forming patterns upon the dirty ground.
Blood, both stale and new, splashed across the dirt and trees, painting a picture of war and despair.
People dying, people suffering…
Many were falling, and he couldn't save any of them, no matter what he did, they were as good as dead… all of them.
Bodies fell from the sky, littering the earth with their rot, and others crumbled to the ground, limp with death and lifelessness before they erupted to nothing but dust, covering the earth in ash.
Some were his friends, others were not, some he knew, some he did not, but that didn't matter today, not when it was everyone for themselves.
Not when the only way to survive was to fight and try your damnedest not to die
Cold…
Flesh, is it flesh, yes, the flesh of the dead, but this dead has a heart beat, a beat that stops and flows with the rhythm of time, with the beat of the ages, with the step of the generations…
It was insanity and yet he loved it, the thrill of killing, the thrill of watching another fall by his hands. And yet at the same time it scared him, to think that he was a murderer, a cold-blooded murderer.
But then again, wasn't that what war was about?
Screams… pain filled screams
Screams of pain and agony erupting across the sky, sending the world into a whirl of sound.
Fate... fate... fate... fate…
Was he strong enough, was he fearless enough, did he have enough courage, did he have enough bravery…. No…
Enemies will unite, friends will separate...
Darkness and light shall combine to defend and slaughter…
People shall die, and loved ones will fall in a battle that will threaten to destroy the world and all who inhabit it…
Dying. So many dying.
Crimson…. Crimson…
Blood, no... an eye color… the eyes of a hero… the eyes of a murder… the eyes of a survivor… the eyes of a lover…
Time... time… time... time...
A war... a war of the ages, that will pit brother vs. sister, mother vs. daughter, father vs. son... generation vs. generation…
Friends, brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, cousins, lovers
How could he stop it, he was only one person, one soul, one heart. How was he supposed to end a war?
A war between time, and the boy with the crimson eyes, the one with the color of poisoned blood, and deep secrets, and haunting dreams, he… he will be our savior…
And he will be our downfall…
Light… what light; there was no light, not for a dark being, not for a dark heart. There was no light in hell. There was no light were he was going.
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Hands groped and caressed as teeth nipped and sucked, leaving their mark across the body underneath them, displaying to the world who this body belonged to.
Moans and pants filled the room and the temperature begin to rise, threatening to suffocate the two lovers, but neither seemed to care as their bodies grinded and rocked, sending both their minds into a frenzy of passion and want.
Temperature rising, passion building, lust threatening to boil over, leaving nothing untouched by it's burning touch.
Sweaty bodies rocked and rolled as hands gripped and clutched at their partner, allowing the pleasuring sensations to take them over and wash away their minds; leaving nothing but passion, lust, love, and want.
"Please," the younger begged, bucking his hips into the man above him, causing his partner to growl and rock back in answer.
"We shouldn't," the older whispered, but his body was betraying him and his mind was starting to leave him, and at the moment, for some odd reason, he really didn't care or mind.
"Please... I... I need you, we only have tonight," the younger begged, looking up into the eyes of his partner, and they both knew he was right. They only had tonight. They only had this moment.
Leaning down the two kissed passionately, letting their emotions and sensations wash over them before they pulled away and looked down at one another.
"Please…………. Atemu…"
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EgyptMotou- (grinning)
Egypt- (looks confused) what the hell
EgyptMotou- yes I know confusing, but hey the story is starting to unravel
Egypt- my head hurts
EgyptMotou- ok everyone let me explain something here, everything in the bold, do you recognize it, yeah it was in the first story, but as you can tell, it's longer, get used to that (grins more)
Egypt- I hate your confusing plots
EgyptMotou- hey I'm having fun here, well hope you guys liked it, please review. Thank you!
Translations and Understandings
Iw- dog
Ok so like Marik said, vampires have this spell where humans can't hear them talking with one another, but they can be spotted and say Bakura and Atemu got into a fight on the roof, well Yugi would have heard them, not their talking or insults and such but the noise they were making by fighting, that's why he told them fighting was not a good idea.
Ok I know I'm making some of the characters ooc but I'm trying my best. Yes Atemu can be an ass, but wouldn't you be if you were alone for over 2,000 years, and Marik has mellowed out due to Malik, and Bakura is also not as insane due to Ryou, their lovers have calmed them down and made them somewhat nicer.
Ok like I said last time, Incubus vampires have a poison in their small fangs that immobilizes their prey's body and allows them to do whatever they wish to their prey's body and since Marik bit Bakura it relaxed him, but not to the same extent since Bakura's blood does not flow since he is a full blooded emotional vampire, but it did relax him.