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Pairings: Ryou/Bakura, Malik/Marik, Yami/Yugi and possibly
some Ryou/Malik/Bakura and/or Ryou/Malik/Marik/Bakura.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

A/N: As promised, I�ve
updated so I�m not leaving everyone hanging.
I know, I know that was a horribly evil cliffy and I deserve to be
smacked for it. Sorry this chapter is somewhat short, I promise the rest will
be longer. Anyway, thanks so much to my
reviewers and please keep the reviews coming! :D

WARNING!: There is minor non-con in this chapter, nothing
too horribly graphic.

As the ground rushed towards him at astonishing
speed Ryou shrieked, or tried to, but the freezing wind shoved the vocalization
back down his throat. He could only
stare at the approaching earth with sick anticipation, his mind blank of
anything but screaming terror. Ryou was
on the verge of mercifully passing out when a sickening lurch interrupted his
descent; strong, leanly muscled arms snatched him from certain death, cradling
him against a bare, toned chest. Eyes
tightly shut, Ryou clung like a newborn butterfly to the creature who�d dropped
him in the first place, whimpering and crying.
The Demon chuckled, freeing a hand to stroke the boy�s hair soothingly,
his other arm still firmly wrapped around Ryou�s waist. �Shhh, shhh, I�m not
going to drop you again. At least not unless you disobey me�be good and you�re
fine, be naughty and you�ll find yourself bungee jumping with a rope
again. Do we have an understanding?�
Ryou nodded (what other choice did he have?) and looked up through tear-blurred
eyes at his captor, a gasp bursting from him at the sight before him. The Demon looked like an older, evil version
of himself! Except, of course, for the
pewter-colored, silver-tipped wings and
sinuous forked tail that physically differentiated Demons from humans .
�Like what
you see tenshi?� The Demon tossed his spiky silver mane back and smirked
lecherously. ~No, I wish I�d never seen you at all.~ Thought the boy,
quite taken aback at finding a Demon counterpart. �Too bad if you don�t, you�re mine now.� Ryou�s heart dropped through his shoes to
continue his aborted fall, his spirits swiftly following. �Please, please put me down. My mother and sister are�� The Demon�s lips
crushed to his own halted the rest of his words, the Demon�s tongue sweeping
them away altogether as it ruthlessly explored Ryou�s mouth. The boy tried to pull away, shocked,
bewildered, and completely inexperienced in sexual matters, but a taloned hand
tangled in his silky hair kept him in place.
Tiny sparks were flashing in his vision when the Demon finally let him
go to frantically gulp much-needed oxygen.
�First kiss?� The creature didn�t wait for an answer. �I could tell. My
name is Bakura, but I�m �Master� to you.�
He said, trailing kisses under Ryou�s jaw, pausing to lightly nip his
pulse-point with sharp fangs. �What�s your name human?� Queried Bakura absently, as though it
mattered little.
�R-R-Ryou.� The human boy stammered, squeezing his eyes
tightly closed, and fervently wishing himself elsewhere. A shivery, tight feeling spread through his
stomach in response to Bakura�s administrations�confusing Ryou as to whether he
somewhat liked the Demon�s touches or were repulsed by them. Bakura jerked
their pelvises together, rubbing a hot, hard object between Ryou�s legs, it
took a moment for his innocent mind to identify it. When he did, his chest spasmed in fresh sobs, crystalline tears
once again slipping down his cheeks.
Ryou was too young for his own sex to harden, but he learned about
arousal in Health class. He knew it
happened just before a male planned to have sex, there was no one else up here
but Ryou, and it didn�t take much logic (or experience for that matter) to
figure out the rest.
�Hush
tenshi, just relax, it will be easier if you do.� His captor soothed gruffly,
licking the tears from Ryou�s flushed face. The words brought the human no
comfort. Hovering high in the air with nothing but the moaning wind swirling
between him and the ground, he had no choice but to cling and cry. Ryou buried
his face in the smooth warmth of the other�s chest, breathing in the Demon�s
rich, clean scent, like spiced pine.
�The first time is always the worst, eventually you�ll beg me to take
you.� Snaking a hand between their
bodies he clawed insistently at the human�s pants.
�Bakura! Hey
Bakura!� Another Demon flew towards
them, a deeply tanned Demon with tail and wings a darker bronze shading to rich
sepia at the edges. Butterfly-fragile
hope took wing within the boy�perhaps this Demon would save him? At least he provided a distraction, Bakura�s
hand currently sat motionless between their bodies. �What have you got there
�Kura-chan? It looks virgin and pretty�can I play too?� Asked the bronze male
once he reached them, crazed eagerness bright in his twilight colored
eyes. Ryou�s tiny hope withered
instantly, bringing a fresh round of
tears to his soft eyes. �No, this one�s
mine�go fuck your own Marik.� Marik�s
face fell, wings drooping as much as possible while flapping. �But �Kuuurrrraa,
you know I can�t. . . .mine might die if I do anything else to him� He whined
pitifully, the insanity lurking in his eyes that much more disturbing when he
tried to pull �puppy eyes� on the silvery Demon.
�And whose
fault is that? You know humans are
fragile creatures.� Bakura had no sympathy, he�d told Marik to be careful.
�Can�t I at least feel him up and lick the blood
from his back? It smells so pure and
sweet.� Begged the bronze Demon. Pure
terror and a surfeit of adrenaline kept Ryou from remembering his wounds, until
now when Marik so cruelly reminded him.
Ryou gasped as fierce, throbbing agony suddenly radiated from his back,
much worse than before, likely aggravated by Bakura�s rough handling and his
pointless flailing.
Bakura crushed the human closer, ignoring the boy�s
pained cry and weak struggles, clinically surveying the damage he�d previously
been unaware of. �Huh. If those aren�t Demon
claw-marks I�m a lawyer. We�d best
clean those and stop the bleeding�go ahead Marik.� The paler Demon nodded at
the darker, shifting his grip slightly for care of the injuries. Ryou went rigid, eyes wide enough to pop
free of his skull at the least extra pressure.
�Please, please don�t do that.
There�s a hospital right down there, a doctor there will. . . .Ah!� Marik languidly swept his tongue through the
deepest gash, to the boy it felt like a salt-edged razor blade. Hanging in midair or not Ryou twisted like a
crazed ferret in the Demons� grip on the next lick, desperate to flee the pain.
�Marik, damnit, spit on it first. You
can torture your slave if you want but I�m the only one allowed to torture mine!�
Growled Bakura, nuzzling the boy in an attempt to calm him somewhat. �Okay,
whatever, damn his blood is tasty. You�ll definitely want to try him
Bakura.�
~Spit on my back? I think I�m going to throw up. . .
.~ Groaned
Ryou mentally. But the Demon�s
expectorations killed the burning hurt and started the cuts tingling in a way
that made Ryou wonder if it didn�t have a disinfecting agent in it. Or possibly some sort of relaxant--maybe
both. It certainly seemed so, despite
the situation Ryou involuntarily relaxed in Bakura�s arms; he sleepily let his cheek fall against the
Demon�s chest, Bakura�s steady heartbeat lulling him further into a kind of
half-aware state.
Ryou barely flinched when Marik clawed the rest of his
sweater off, the creamy strips lazily
fluttering to the earth. Sandwiched
between two hot Demon bodies, whose core temperatures were naturally higher
than his own and made higher still by their exertions, he didn�t feel the
cold. �Good boy, good tenshi, I
should�ve thought to dose you with venom myself.� Bakura chuckled, gliding
a callused hand over the petal-soft expanse of newly exposed skin. He lingered over the nipples, tweaking them
gently into hard rosy nubs. Ryou moaned
at the pleasant sensations in his chest, the gentle tongue on his back starting
to feel almost as good. A strange heat
began growing in the boy�s groin, making his flaccid member twitch in a way
he�d never experienced before. Marik
cupped Ryou�s sex, gently rubbing it, encouraging the needy heat and the boy�s
moans. . . .
�Marik, Bakura, what the Shadows are you doing!?�

A/N #2: If any of you want me to e-mail you when I
update on this story and/or �Shadowed Violet� let me know.
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