Angels in the Knight, Part 5

He sniffed the air slightly. He froze in place. Where was Malik? Bakura tore through the tiny apartment, and found neither hide nor hair of Malik. ‘Maybe he stepped out for a little bit? Get some fresh air instead of staying with the sick. Yeah, that has to be it,’ he thought. There could be no other explanation of Malik’s disappearance, unless the innocent was dumb enough to go out and look for the guy he was talking about in a strange city.

“Nah. Malik’s not that dumb,” Bakura muttered, making his way over to the kitchen where he grabbed himself a packet of pig’s blood, with a hint of otter, and stuffed it into the microwave. The automated clock read three thirty in the afternoon. Bakura groaned. He still had a few more hours until the sun went down.

“Not like I can’t go out now anyway,” he murmured as the microwave went off. “I can easily go out into the sunlight, unlike the others. ‘Day Walker.’ Tch, what a title.”

Bakura poured the now warm blood into a cup and began to drink deeply. He looked down at the glass, his eyes lowered and his upper lip covered in blood, and his thoughts began to wander slightly. As of late, the sun had become a little uncomfortable to his skin. Years back, he could have easily spent a day out and about, minding his own business, relishing the idea of being able to walk amongst the living, while his brethren had to wait until sun’s passing to enter the world. Now a days he only went out if it was urgent. Bakura drank more. His mind now went to the innocent man who was now living with him. Malik had no possessions with him. Perhaps he went to find his car and bring it over here? Bakura shook his head. Malik didn’t seem the type to actually drive. And if he did, Bakura could see the poor man crashing into a building. No, Malik was lofty and his head was in the clouds.

He…well…floated. That was the word for it. If he could, Bakura was sure that Malik would fly. He smiled slightly, shaking his head.

“But what would an angel be doing here on Earth?” he mused as he tossed off the rest of his snack. He put the cup into the sink and crawled back into bed.

Glancing down, he looked at the gauze around his chest. He flung off his shirt. The gauze was covered with just a tiny bit of dried blood and he ripped it off, exposing the smooth flesh beneath it. He grinned. There wouldn’t be a scar from the one. He leaned back, putting his hands behind his head, and closed his crystal blue orbs. A twitch in his ear told him that someone was walking in the front door. As he raised his head, he was pushed back down against the pillow by familiar hands. Bakura looked up and tensed.

“I see that you healed nicely Bakura,” Yami purred in his ear as he straddled his waist. “Are you well enough for some fun together?”

“No,” Bakura growled. “Now get off me.”

Yami ignored the young daemon’s terse remark and began to nibble at his ear, pushing aside his long mane and suckling on the tender flesh below it. His long fingered hands caressed the smooth skin, his thumb and forefinger taking Bakura’s taunt nipple between them and rotating it in a circular motion. Bakura gasped, which turned to a groan. Yami leaned over and kissed the daemon’s lips gently, pushing open his mouth with his tongue. Bakura pushed Yami away from him, frowning.

“What’s the matter love?” Yami asked, tickling the flesh of Bakura’s chest.

“What’s the matter?” Bakura snapped, “You beat the shit out of me last night and then you come in here and expect me to accept you into my bed willingly? Look Yami, you may have been the one to introduce me to such ravenous pleasures and sure, I’ve slept with you a few times, but your just pushing it right now.”

“I’m not pushing it at all Bakura. Hell I’m not even inside your tight body yet to push anything.”

Bakura clenched his jaw, grinding his teeth together in frustration. He wasn’t up to Yami’s bullshit right now and he had to find Malik soon. He gasped as Yami took his nipple into his mouth. Yami’s fingers threaded their way down the skin of his torso and inched their way into his pants. Bakura tried to stop him, but his body was already responding to the sensual touch of the ancient daemon’s caress. Yami’s skillful hands guided the black pants off Bakura’s waist, releasing him of his tight confinements. Yami lowered his head as he gazed into Bakura’s now clouded eyes. Eyes that were clouded with the heat of want and passion.

“Yami…no,” Bakura moaned.

Yami merely chuckled at the fledgling as he took the whole length into his mouth. He clutched Bakura’s hips tightly, keeping them pinned to the bed as he tended to buck a lot when he was close to orgasm, and although the bucking made Yami grin is satisfaction, it also almost makes him choke if he wasn’t careful.

His spiked head moved up and down in a rhythmic movement, now fast, now teasingly slow. Bakura threw back his head, his loud moaning encouraging the ancient Pharaoh to continue.

“Shit Yami! Ung, yes…ah, ah…AH FUCK YES!”

Bakura exploded inside Yami’s mouth, falling back against the pillows in sated satisfaction. Yami lifted his head, licking his lips in delight. Bakura looked at Yami with a glare, damning him for having such a power over him.

“Are you still upset with me Bakura?”

“Fuck you Yami.”

Yami laughed as he laid himself between Bakura’s creamy thighs, his hands fumbling with the buckle of his pants. Just as he removed his belt a soft snuffle caught their attention. Both turned their heads towards the sound. Yami blinked and Bakura paled.

Malik stood in the doorway, cheeks red with embarrassment but amethyst eyes filled with tears, looking straight at Bakura. He shoved Yami off of him, pulling up his pants in the process.

“Malik,” Bakura said, “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Then my eyes must be cheated because that certainly looks like something to me,” Malik whispered slightly, “I have to go.”

Malik turned around and was about to leave when suddenly the spike haired man’s voice rang out.

“Perhaps you care to join us…Malik did you say your name was?”

Bakura looked at Yami in disbelief, and then he felt fear eat at his heart when he saw the sadistic glint in his sire’s eye. Malik took a step back, shaking his head in refusal at the request. Yami grinned even more at his refusal.

“Oh,” Yami purred, stretching out his hand towards him, “But I insist.” Yami’s hand waved towards Malik and suddenly the young angel found himself pinned to the bed by this strange man while Bakura looked on.

“Please, don’t do this!” Malik cried out struggling.

“Be silent!” Yami ordered slapping him across the face, “Bakura, get behind him.”

“Yami, he’s innocent,” Bakura pleaded, “Let him go.”

“Then you’re dumber that I thought possible Bakura. Do you not realize what this innocent creature is?”

Malik shut his eyes tight, willing that someone would save him before this Yami revealed to Bakura his secret. A ringing in his ears blocked out everything, but the man’s voice came through loud and clear.

“He’s an Angel from Heaven fool!” snapped the man. Time froze. Bakura felt his heart stop in fright and then that fright turned to anger, making the room go red. ‘I told Him to leave me the hell alone when I left that place,’ Bakura thought angrily, ‘And he sent this innocent, beautiful angel to Earth? Now I understand whom Malik wanted to find. God must be looking for me. Only I had that power and He probably needs it now for some purpose in Heaven. Well sorry, you’re not going to get it.’

“An angel…” Bakura murmured, “Well shit. Malik must have been sent down here to find me.”

“Y-you? B-but you’re a daemon!” Malik cried out, “There is no way that God wants you and that you are the One!”

Malik began to struggle even harder, trying desperately to get away from his captor but Yami was too strong for him, and his struggling seemed to please him even more. Bakura placed a hand on the angel’s forehead, shushing him gently.

“That’s enough now Mali,” Bakura whispered, “I know it’s hard to understand but I am a Fallen Angel. The one that God has been looking for, for the past century if I am not mistaken. Am I wrong to say that God has sent Angels every ten years looking for a certain angel by the name of Ryou?”

Malik’s tears spilled over his eyes, streaming down the sides of his face and he nodded his head. He couldn’t believe that the person before him was the person that he had been searching for. This beautiful person who had the elegance of an angel and the deadly beauty of a daemon; the one who made his heart beat faster when he called his name.

“Kura, you have to come back to Heaven.”

Yami frowned and pulled Bakura to his side, holding him possessively.

“Listen Angel…there are laws that are abided between Heaven and Hell which I am sure that you and your God know very well. One law states that any and all fallen angels belong to the daemon world and cannot be returned to Heaven from whence they fell. To bring my favorite back to Heaven would cause chaos upon the world.”

“Enough Yami,” Bakura murmured, “You’re scaring the poor dear.”

“Yes I see what you mean. Then let us relax the boy.”

“No, I will see to it.”

“You? Don’t make me laugh Bakura.”

“Let’s just say you owe it to me after what happened last night, and I have a personal grudge against Angels that come after me.”

Yami raised his eyebrows and then grinned at Bakura. He nodded his head, buckling his pants as he got up.

“Very well Bakura,” Yami replied heading towards the door, “I expect to continue where we left off when I return in the next week, and when I do, let us make our two into a threesome, hmmm?”

The door slammed behind him as he left the room and all its inhabitants behind.