Angels in the Knight, Part 4

“Guess you weren’t so hungry Bakura,” it said.

“What the hell do you want Yami?” Bakura demanded.

“Just to talk to you,” Yami replied, stepping out into the street light, “And tell you something interesting.”

“Oh? What could you, the most powerful daemon, have to say to me?”

“Earlier in the evening, a group of our brothers were hunting, looking for some fresh meat when they suddenly came upon two people in an alleyway. Taking them for easy prey they began to laugh and come down upon them, but they ran away, saving themselves from a perilous danger.”

“That’s nice Yami. Just shows how dumb some of our ‘brothers’ can be.”

“I wasn’t finished Bakura. One of them caught a glimpse of them. One was a total innocent with golden hair that shimmered, even in this foul weather. They could smell the goodness on him, but the other. The other reeked of evil and he had white hair that brilliantly stood out. Does that sound odd to you, Bakura?”

Bakura glared at Yami, damning himself for being so foolish. He should have taken to the rooftops, where the others would not have been able to catch them. He was the only one among the Earth daemons, aside from Yami, with wings. His teeth clenched. No, then they would have known it was him for sure. ‘Fuck!’ Bakura thought, ‘Either way, I would’ve been screwed!’

“Well Bakura?” Yami asked, breaking Bakura’s thoughts, “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Absolutely nothing,” he spat, “What I do does not concern anyone else. Including you, Yami, so mind your own affairs!”

Bakura’s body slammed into the brick wall. His head cracked against it as Yami pinned him to it. Looking down, Bakura saw Yami’s eyes change from a cool maroon to a luminous blood red. Watched as his fangs grew dangerously long and his skin brimmed with an angered power.

“Watch your tongue Bakura,” Yami growled, “You forget to whom you speak. I am sorry for what I have to do now, for you know that you are one of my favorites, but I must punish you for your insolence.”

Yami’s clawed hand drew backwards and struck Bakura across the face, drawing blood. The force of the blow made cracks into the wall behind them, while Bakura cried out. He slid down the wall and looked up at Yami. This time the elder daemon drew back his fist.

***

Malik’s eyes opened slowly. He yawned widely, tongue curling as he stretched his relaxed muscles. Not really able to give this feeling an actual description, Malik had called it a yummy feeling. After the yummy feeling subsided, he rolled out of the bed, blinking in confusion at his surroundings, but then memory came back to him and he searched the room for Bakura. It was empty.

“He must have gone out,” Malik muttered to himself.

Gazing around, Malik took in the decorations of the room. He didn’t really have time to look before because he fell asleep unexpectedly. The trip to Earth had cost him a lot of energy and then all the excitement afterwards had exhausted him even further. A clock near the bed read nine in the morning.

“My goodness! I’ve slept a long a while!”

A shrouded window caught his eye and he pulled apart the velvet curtain to let the sunlight in. He opened it and the cool breeze wafted into the room. Making sure that he was completely alone, Malik unfurled his wings, taking in the fresh air and light. A sigh escaped his lungs as his belly became full and content. Furling his wings, Malik burped. He laughed in delight as he went about cleaning up the mess he made in the bed. As he was cleaning, he heard the door to the apartment open.

“Oh Bakura! Your back!” Malik smiled and turned towards him.

Malik gasped at the sight before him. Bakura’s body was beaten and bloody, his elegant clothes ripped and his hair soiled. He was holding onto the wall for dear life.

“M…Mal…ik,” he choked.

Malik ran to him and caught him in his arms as he fell to the ground. Some of the wounds had already scabbed over, but others, it seemed, opened up again as he fell. Blood splattered onto him. Malik felt tears in his eyes as he carried Bakura over to the bed and placed him gently within it. Bakura didn’t move. Malik paled.

“Don’t be dead, please don’t be dead Bakura,” Malik said as he laid a hand onto the man’s forehead. He sighed in relief as he felt the life force within him still strong, but weak at the same time. Bakura groaned in pain. ‘Oh no,’ Malik thought, “I can’t heal him like this or I’ll expose myself and God told me to keep myself a secret. But, maybe I can heal him just a little bit and then his body can take care of the rest. Yeah, I can do that.’

Keeping one hand on his forehead, Malik placed his other hand over Bakura’s heart and focused on healing his broken body just a tiny bit. Bakura felt peace course over him, soothing his pain. The pain ebbed to a dull ache. He opened his blue eyes. Malik’s smile flashed before him.

“Oh good,” Malik said gently, taking Bakura’s hand within his own, “You’re awake! I got so scared that I might have to take you to a hospital or something, but your wounds aren’t that bad. Can you tell me what happened? I really want to help you, so if you think you can tell me wha—“

Bakura placed a finger over Malik’s lips, silencing the innocent man. He cupped his cheek, enjoying how soft it felt against his touch and how a splash of rose brightened up his cheeks. Bakura wondered if Malik knew how cute he was.

“Listen Malik,” rasped Bakura, “Go into the bathroom and open the mirror. Inside there is a brown bottle and a first aid kit. Bring it out here.”

“Okay, Kura,” he answered and sprang away.

Bakura’s hand dropped to the cover, and he grimaced at the vibrations. He couldn’t believe Yami. ‘I’m his favorite? My ass I am. At least it isn’t as bad as I thought it was. I just lost a lot of blood and the pain is already gone. As soon as my body heals itself, I have to go out hunting again tonight and eat someone’s soul. Stupid bastard. I hope I heal soon. Malik is in a lot of danger by staying here with me. I have to tell him to leave. He can’t stay with me.’

That last thought saddened Bakura a great deal and he felt quick tears gather at the corners of his eyes. He turned his head. The clock read nine thirty. Still daylight and nine more hours until it was sunset. His stomach growled loudly. He prayed that Malik would hurry. There were some sedative pills in the kit that would knock him out for hours and he planned on taking them. To keep Malik and himself safe. What was taking Malik so long anyway?

Malik leaned his forehead against the mirror. Tears lined his porcelain face and he tried his hardest to keep his snuffling quiet so Bakura wouldn’t hear him. He couldn’t believe it. Bakura was a daemon. When he had healed him, he felt the dark energy flowing through his veins, had sensed a human’s innocent blood in his system. What was he supposed to do? He could call the archangels, the warriors of Heaven, to come down and destroy him in his weakened state, but then what? Malik shut his eyes tightly. No, no he couldn’t do that. It wouldn’t be fair to Bakura.

“Besides,” Malik whispered, “Bakura saved me from those people in the alleyway. So he can’t be completely evil, can he? If I ask him to help me find that fallen angel, then maybe…then maybe…”

A groan from the other room brought Malik back to reality. Grabbing the first aid kit and the brown bottle, Malik ran into the other room. Bakura had been trying to get out of the bed but all he managed to do was fall out of it and land onto his belly. Rushing to his side, Malik placed Bakura’s arm around his shoulder as he helped him up. Bakura raised his head.

Their eyes met. Malik felt himself blush under those stormy orbs, and he averted his gaze. Bakura took Malik’s chin in his thumb and forefinger making him look at him. Malik smiled shyly at him. Gravity kicked in and their lips met, fingers intertwining with one another. They fell back onto the ground, Bakura landing on top of Malik. Their tongues dueled with one another, but Bakura won the game as he thrust his tongue deep into Malik’s sweet mouth. Malik arched his back against Bakura. Yummy feelings were coursing all through his body and he couldn’t stop them like he could when he stretched. Bakura released his mouth and began to suck, lick and kiss his way down his flesh. He suckled on the tender skin of Malik’s tan neck, nibbling it gently. Malik giggled at the ticklish spot that Bakura found. Goosebumps rose up on his skin at the pleasure of it all.

Bakura loved the taste of Malik. He was sweet and sugary to his tongue and he wondered what his blood tasted like. Or better yet, what his essence tasted like, and he wasn’t thinking the spiritual kind either. His hands traveled lower to Malik’s pants, his fingers delving into the warmth of his flesh and fabric. Malik gasped and pushed him away.

“We mustn’t!” he cried.

“We mustn’t?” Bakura asked and he wiggled his fingers against Malik, causing him to groan, “Your body is saying something else Malik.”

“You’re wounded! You must rest Bakura and I…I…mm, that feels wonderful…No! We can’t…ung.”

“Well make up your mind lovely. Is it yes or no?”

“Ye…NO! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!”

Bakura looked down at Malik. Malik flashed him a Malik pout. His nose scrunched up and his cheeks filled with air as his lips thrust forward as if asking to be kissed. He briefly wondered if he was holding his breath like a child would until he got his way. He decided to let him have his way. Sagging down onto his chest, Bakura closed his eyes.

“I’m tired Mali,” whispered Bakura, “I feel so weak.”

“That’s because you got into some kind of fight and I need to clean up your wounds silly!” Malik replied, helping Bakura back onto the bed.

Taking up the kit, Malik began to disrobe Bakura, a blush evident on his face. Bakura heard a gasp come from Malik. He looked down. Some of his wounds were worse than he thought they were. ‘Damn you Yami.’

Bakura’s abdomen clenched but then relaxed as Malik applied hydrogen peroxide to clean the wounds and then add cream to keep them from being infected.

“Do you think that you can sit up quickly?”

“Yeah.”

Sitting up, Bakura put a pained face on to keep up the act. There was no pain at all; it was just the fact that he was bleeding a lot. He reached over and took the pills when Malik was busy wrapping gauze around his abdomen. Feeling the cool hands push him back gently, he rested against the pillows.

“I am sorry Mali,” Bakura said softly, “To have to put you through all this. If I can make it up to you, just tell me, please.”

“I am sure that I can think of something Kura,” Malik replied softly, “Actually I need your help.”

“Anything. Just name it.”

“Well, it’s, um, actually two things I need to ask.”

“Go on.”

“Okay. Well the first thing is this. I came to the city for a…a job I took. I’m looking for someone and so far I haven’t even had a lead on his whereabouts. Since you know this city so well, I was wondering if you could…if you could help me find him.”

“This person that you are looking for…”

“Yes?”

“Do you…have some kind of…history with him?”

“Oh no! My boss needs to find him that’s all. He has important business with him.”

“Oh…ok. I’ll help you look for him.”

“You will!? Oh thank you so much Kura!!”

Malik flung his arms around Bakura. Bakura let out a pained gasp as he landed straight onto the gash in his belly. Malik flung himself backwards, his hands over his mouth. Bakura looked up at him and felt himself melt. He was like Superman on Kryptonite. He cupped Malik’s cheek. His stormy eyes lowered as the pills began to take affect.

“You have no idea how adorable you look right now,” he said softly.

Malik blushed and cupped Bakura’s hand within his own, smiling shyly.

“And you look so pretty even though you got into a fight,” Malik replied.

“So what was the other thing you wanted to ask me?” he asked as he felt himself begin to drift off to sleep.

“Um, can I stay here with you?”

“Sure…” Bakura’s mind snapped. “WHAT!?”