Seto rubbed his hands together, peeking into the bedroom.

Yeah. Jou was still out cold. So was his friend, but the more important thing was that JOU was still out cold.

"Y'know...I'm REALLY hungry."

"Don't touch." Seto said, shutting the bedroom door. "Ooh, Yami and Yuugi are going to be in for A SURPRISE when they get home." He sucked on his teeth. "And this is either going to end either....badly or....worse than badly, I can't decide which."

"...." Jasmine was silent, her eyes turning to the CEO. "Hey, Seto...what's wrong with my brother?"

"If it were anyone else, I'd say he was possessed." Seto said softly. "But....he doesn't SEEM to be."

"....Like you don't SEEM to be dead. And Yuugi SEEMS innocent and sweet at first glance?" She scoffed, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay, okay, we can't go on 'seems' alone." He confessed, throwing his hands up in surrender. "I'll look for it in the Directory, but I'm not sure if I'll find anything."

Jasmine blinked at this before sighing and leaning against the wall.

"I'm just so nervous." She said softly. "Vladimir...Vladimir and I have ALWAYS been together...we've never been separated before...well, separate rooms, yes, but we've never been....truly, permanently-"
"Bite your tongue. Vlad's going to be fine." Seto said, folding his arms.

"How do you know?" She glared.

"....MAN this is gunna sound trippy but..." He sighed. "Positive energy begets positive results. Nothing gets done when you're negative."

"...." Jasmine fought down a smile, looking at him with an attempt at a normal face.

"I get it." He rolled his eyes. "Sorry for trying to keep your hopes up with all that pagan hippie crap you're into." He scoffed. "Why weren't YOU in the 60's instead of me? At you would've BELONGED there."
"No! No! Seto! It's-It's just-" She tried, but she ended up laughing despite her best efforts.
"Oh SHUT up!" Seto groaned. "You get my point."

"I do, I do." Jasmine giggled, smiling at Seto. "Thanks."

"You've got to ac-ceeeen-tuate the positive/E-liiii-minate the negative," He sang, stepping down the stairs to get something for the hungry girl as she grinned at his beautiful voice.
"You were always the best singer." She told him. "I don't know why you went for a gaming company instead."
"In an era of The Beatles and Janis Joplin, I wouldn't have stood a damn chance!" He called back from the bottom of the steps, whistling the rest of the song to himself.

---

Bakura held Ryou tight, the boy nestled softly in his arms.

"I almost lost you."
"Well, you didn't." Ryou said. "So let it go."
"I can't." Bakura said softly, taking a deep, silent breath. "I keep....I keep replaying that scene over and over....If Malik had one ounce of aim in that moment-"
"Stop. Just stop." Ryou growled, looking up at Bakura. "You're never like this."
"You've never DONE that before." Bakura barked. "I was worried! I'm STILL worried. God help me for actually giving a damn."
"So the only way to get a non-sexual response from you is to-"
"Don't you dare!" Bakura growled.

A slight silence.

He bit his bottom lip. "Don't you ever...EVER even THINK of doing that again."

".....Bakura." Ryou said softly. He flinched. "We've been going through this...the running, the name-changing, the distancing, the reunion....THREE YEARS now, Bakura. And they've gone by fast...mostly BECAUSE of the running....I feel like I'm not part of you unless sex is involved."
"I-"
"Let me finish." Ryou turned to Bakura, eyes narrowed, face stern. "Make me a vampire too."

"Ryou-"
"Do it." Ryou stopped him, pulling his shirt collar away a bit. "If you care about me at all, you will."
"Don't you play the fucking guilt card with me, Ryou Tokuhoshi!" He growled.

"I'm tired of running. I'm tired of you worrying about me because I'm mortal and I'm tried of worrying about you because of Hunters, I'm TIRED of it." The smaller sighed in response. "I just want to be with you....I don't care about the consequences."
"Ryou-" He tried but was cut off again.

"Make me as you are," The boy began to croon.
"Ryou, stop that, this isn't one of our dumb musical gags." Bakura grit his teeth.

"Tear the hands of clocks that tick away my final hours," He continued on, looking his lover seriously in the eye.

Bakura had never seen him so serious.

"I want to rage against the light/and leave the sun behind/I want to feel the path of everlasting youth inside." He looked at the mortal boy, unsure but unrelenting.

"You're serious about this."

"Take me, give me new life/and we'll live beneath the stars/together and forever."

"I can't do that to you." He protested.
"I beg you, make me as you are." Ryou's voice was strong; he looked at his lover imploringly.

"It's your turn."
"Ryou-"

A stronger gaze.

"....This cursed gift with which I live/I know not if it's mine to give..." He started, singing slower than Ryou's set tempo, feeling the lyrics truly. "I'm still a fledgling in this frame/I've only killed when hunger reigned."
"Because I asked you to." Ryou broke character for a split second, smiling faintly before returning to the song, smile fading. "The risk is mine and if you fail/I'll shake the Devil by his tail/O blessed thoughts of sweet release/from nagging nurse and hovering priest."
"A little dramatic?" Bakura asked, knowing his lover to be quite healthy. Ryou rolled his eyes a bit.

"Make me as you are/tear the wings off angels who would lift me from your heart..." Bakura listened in silence, knowing the words, knowing the context, knowing and hating how it was nearly the same fucking CONTEXT. "I want to dance beneath the moon/and slip into the dark/I want to feel the night awaken when I leave my mark."

The vampire raised his hand, running his face down Ryou's warm cheek.

He knew who would win this argument.

"Take me," he continued on. "Give me new life/and we'll live beneath the stars/together and forever/I beg you..."

Bakura was silent, now fingering the boys' collar in this moment. The mortal's voice froze a bit, the sync off, the music paused, and however else you'd want to put it, a pregnant stillness.

"Make me....make me...Make me as you are..." He bit his lip. "Th-The duet..." He whispered. Bakura bit his lip.

"...Tear the hands of clocks that tick away my/your final hours." Their voices blended, Ryou's hand now over his lovers. "We'll rage against the light/and leave the sun behind/and feel the path of everlasting youth inside."

"Take me." He continued. "Give me new life..."
"And we'll live beneath the stars," Another unison, Ryou's fingers lacing with Bakura's. "Together and forever..."
"I beg you..." The younger froze. His eyes turned to the vampire's fangs in his open mouth. His voice was shaking, his hand trembling.

"Ryou..." Bakura whispered softly, hands on Ryou's shoulders. The boys hand stopped shaking, his collarbone in plain sight. "Never say I did nothing to dissuade you." He leaned in, his eyes locked on his lover's. "You've no idea what you're bringing upon yourself. What if we part? What if we're not meant-"
"I....I-I beg you," The boy picked up his song again, re-starting from the part where he stilled the piece. "Make me as you are." He accented every word, every syllable.

"I love you." He whispered, baring his teeth as he struck. Quick like a cobra, his teeth sunk into the boys' neck, a hand on the boys' neck to keep him close. He didn't have to worry about muffling him; in the troughs of pain, the dying, the loss of his blood- Bakura had never taken so much before -Ryou wouldn't be strong enough scream.

He's taken a drink from Ryou before, but nothing like this. Nothing so consuming and filling and God, Ryou....

The blood ravished his mouth, absorbed his senses, and took over. But he still retained his reason. He kept Ryou's pulse in check. He had to let go before...

Gently, he pried his fangs off, separating himself from his dying lover. He looked down at the boy. Ryou was much paler, the light in his eyes dim and fading. He didn't have much time. He'd taken so much.
"Ryou..." he whispered, leaning down and kissing his forehead softly. It was a strange feeling, now that he was almost bloodless. His lisp moved from the boys' forehead to his own wrist, sinking a fang into a vein. Once punctured, he pulled away, watching the blood flow out and holding it close to his lovers' lips.

Together forever....

He hoped.

"Ryou....drink."

---

"Nice dinner?" Yuugi asked, smiling sweetly.

Yami knew better than to think the 'sweetness' and 'sincerity' was genuine.

"Yes, actually.....Thank you." He said simply, trying to keep it simple. He was fighting the urges he had. He was fighting the urges YUUGI had.

"I'm glad." He said, still smiling. "I was afraid...you'd be scared of me."
"Why would I be scared?" he asked.

The second it came out, he wanted to smack himself.

Yuugi looked at him, the hint of a smirk on his face.

"Mmm...I'm not sure." He moved from his end of the limo to Yami's side, seated especially close to the musician.

Well, NOW he was scared.

"Maybe you'd be afraid that I might do something?" he asked, shifting himself so he was sitting on one bent leg, the other leg now between Yami's.

God...

The leg pushed forward, brushing a certain appendage as it did so.

Yami flushed.

Yuugi smirked.

"Maybe you'd be scared I might...try to seduce you again?" His voice was low and sweet, taking on a hypnotic tone like in the restaurant. Yami's mind fuzzed over, not really paying attention. His eyes slid closed and his head reeled back.

"Maybe you WANT me to seduce you again...but you're afraid to admit it." He suggested, his leg brushing between the musicians legs again, this time staying.

No...No. He...he couldn't let Yuugi do this. The boy was doing this on-
"Maybe you can tell me the reason you're scared?" Yuugi whispered. "I'm not scary," A giggle. He toyed with Yami's silk shirt buttons. "A-te-mu." He shivered at the word, remembering when he first met the little demon.

"I.....I dunno..." Yami said softly, really not recalling what he was so nervous about. He wanted Yuugi; Yuugi wanted him....What was the reason?

....Uh...what was it...it was a good one....it was a personal one...

"If you can't tell me why you're scared...can you tell me if you want me now?" Yuugi asked. "Would you let me take you?"

"Yes." Yami breathed, feeling his length being rubbed softly by the boys' leg. "God, yes..."
"Mmm...good..." Yuugi grinned. "Let me have a drink, Yami-Chan?"
"Wh-What?" He woke up a little bit but not entirely. It felt a little...he couldn't...

"Let me have a drink, Yami. Of blood." Yuugi whispered. "Just a small one, love, very small. Just a taste." The impish little blood-sucker brushed his lips over the students' neck, earning a sharp breath as he did so. His mouth opened over a vein and his teeth brushed the skin. Yami fought another moan, one eye open at Yuugi.
"Yuugi-"
"Just a sip, Yami?" He asked softly, the syrupy voice pulling him back into his sleepy state of pleasure. "A small slip." His leg continued again and Yami moaned, lulled in by the growing need between his legs.
"A...small...sip....just....a small one." He answered, still trying to fight the noises for his own sake.

A content sound from Yuugi. The fangs pressed at his skin, a tongue lapping at the skin trapped between the boys' teeth. Yam let out a small groan, his gut squelching at the actions themselves. Fangs slowly pierced his skin, breaking and sinking into his vein. The musician twitched in pain, gasping at the break but the leg was soon replaced by a hand and he let his head fall back again.

Yuugi chuckled.

The boy began to suck softly; taking whatever time he could for a 'small sip', and making a content and pleased sound while doing so. The musicians' legs twitched, kicking out and pulling in, jerking as the hand continued to grope and rub and pleasure him thoroughly. Combined with the demonic kiss to his neck, the pleasure was incredible.

Beyond what he'd ever felt before.

The boy's lips pulled away, pulling to look his mortal dessert in the eye. Yuugi grinned, his teeth and lips stained with blood that he licked off before taking the plunge and kissing the mortal deeply. Yami let loose a moan, hands flying up to grab the vampire by the shoulders and press him closer.

Yami felt the vehicle slow to a stop, the engine cut and Yuugi pull away.
"House. Bedroom. Bed. Now." He boy whispered with a husk.

"I won't..." Yami tried, legs jerking again. "I need....now..." He tried to convey his passions to Yuugi, his needs.

"I'll take care of it inside, lover." Yuugi chuckled. "If you want me, you'll need to prove it to meeee~." He teased, kissing the human gently before taking him by the hand and opening the door. He led Yami out, onto the sidewalk and shut the car door, grinning to his lover.

"Follow me." He whispered, a low, seductive croon, impassioned with need for the mortal. Yami groaned, feeling his own desire build with that.

Yuugi stepped back; Yami stepped forward. It was like a game, a dance, and Yami planned to win.

A scream.

A horrible scream.

From in his house.

Yami snapped out of his trance, out of his desire, his face pale at the thought of what he'd nearly done and what was happening now.

"Who..." Yami tried, no longer as relaxed and languid as he'd felt before. Now he was shaking, filled with fear, he had no idea what was going on.

Another scream.

"Ryou..." The mortals' voice was small, wavering and trembled as his body did. Yuugi's eyes were wide when Yami muttered the name.

The screaming stopped. The silence was eerie, a blend of discord and serenity, as if something....

"He wouldn't..." The little one whispered.

"What? Who wouldn't what?" Yami asked, desperate to know what was going on. Was he Ryou's friend? He had no idea. The man wore dresses, fucked his cash register while being fucked by a vampire, and came on his TV. Did he want something bad to happen to Ryou? Absolutely not.

"He just WOULDN'T!" Yuugi growled loudly, racing up to the door, ripping it open, Yami following suit afterwards. They sped through the store, into the living room where Seto was banging on Bakura's bedroom door and screaming fro him to open it.
"He wouldn't do it!" Yuugi growled to Seto, who merely glared at him. "Tell me he wouldn't do it! We WARNED him not to do it!"
"You have no idea what's going on here because your biggest concern is whether or not you get laid. You have NO IDEA what happened tonight." He barked before turning back to the door. "BAKURA AKEFIA, OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!" He screamed, banging his fist after every word.

The response was silence. A long silence.

"Bakura!" Seto called again. He banged the door again. "BAKURA!"

The door unlocked.

It opened.

And the sight was appalling.

Ryou stared up at them, his eyes deeper, his chest heaving as he panted. His lips were stained red as was his partially open blouse and there was an open wound on the side of his neck. His skin was paler than Yami remembered and his teeth....

.....

"I'm hungry." He whispered.

Bakura sat on the bed, hands folded in his lap. He looked up to his teammates and stared them down, no emotion evident on his face. He moved to stand behind Ryou, hands on his lovers' shoulders as he kissed the boys forehead gently.

(Play ending theme song: House of Wolves by My Chemical Romance)

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Digi12: is it obvious by the chapter that I'm an Anne Rice fanwhore? --hopes she won't get in trouble for this-- the song is 'Make Me As You Are' from 'Lestat: The Musical'......which, by the way, is one of my favorite musicals. The San Francisco version was the best. The Broadway was terrible. Good thing the later only ran a month.

Dark Mousy: --Enters the room--

Digi12: --Suddenly flustered, still in the Dark fangirly phase-- S-So, um, I-I own no-nothing, ab-absolutely no-nothing. No c-characters o-or plots or-or songs or...or nothing.... --It is evident that Digi12 has been writing Dark Mousy fanfiction this whole time instead of finishing her uncompleted fics. That little whore.--

Dark: She doesn't own me either. --smirk-- But I bet she'd like to.

Digi12: --swoon-- N-No! No! I-I have an an-an-announce meant to...

Dark: --cups her chin in one hand-- Just go to sleep, princess, Justin can take care of it. --lifts chin to meet his gaze-- hm?

Digi12: --nosebleed. Faints--

Dark:....It's too easy.

Justin: --stares in disgust and sighs.-- Digi12 now has a blog and she would like you all to help her out with it. Since she's a lazy little thing, she hasn't updated in a while but she would like a little web-place to call her own-hence the blog. To find it, just Google Digi12's Blog-O-Matic. That's the one. Leave a comment on the first post to show her your there. And if five people leave a comment, she'll post the first chapter to what she's REALLY been working on (It's a new Yu-Gi-Oh fic with a weird twist, strange connections, totally AU and funny as hell.). In the meantime, as stated, we own nothing.