Angels in the Knight, Part 6

“I want you to moan loudly,” Bakura whispered.

“No, please Kura,” Malik cried softly, “Don’t do this to me please.”

“He’s standing outside the door and if you don’t start making any noise soon, he’ll come back in and do the job for me, now moan.”

Bakura tweaked Malik’s dark nipple causing the angel to cry out loudly. Bakura smiled as he massaged the bruised flesh. Malik whimpered as yummy sensations coursed through his body.

“Good Mali, very good.”

“Kura…how much more?”

All those yummy feelings were traveling towards his lower region and Malik felt embarrassed by his thoughts. His eyes opened and gazed back at those crystal blue eyes, now hooded with desire, but conflict. Malik saw that what Bakura was doing to him pained him a great deal, and that he was fighting against all logic.

“Just a little more Mali,” Bakura replied, his voice trembling, “I won’t destroy your innocence. I am only trying to keep you safe.”

“You are Kura?”

Bakura nodded his head. He licked his lips and lowered his head, taking Malik’s taunt bud between his teeth, rolling it gently. Malik threw back his head, groaning loudly. He lifted his hand to his mouth and bit his knuckles, stifling his moaning, but Bakura reached up and pulled his hand away.

“No, make noise. Don’t be afraid of your desire, your passion. Malik you are so beautiful.”

Malik looked up at Bakura, a shy smile on his lips. He lifted his arms and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him down close and kissing his lips softly. Malik was an inexperienced lover so his kiss was short and quick. A peck on the lips one would call it.

Bakura smiled down at Malik, pulling him closer. Malik snuggled into Bakura’s embrace, burying his face into the crook of his neck. Stroking his golden hair, Bakura wrapped Malik up in his flesh, enclosing his wings about the two of them, murmuring sweet words into his ear. He shivered at the soft wind.

“Did he leave?” Malik whispered after a few minutes.

“Yes, he’s been gone for a while now,” Bakura replied, “Malik…do you…think I am a horrible creature?”

“What? No, I don’t think that at all. Why do you ask Kura?”

“Because you trembled when you found out I was a daemon, and even now I can feel you shaking within my arms. Do you fear me and despise me so much?”

Malik looked up at Bakura. He wasn’t sure how to respond to his question. Gazing into his face, Malik gasped quietly at what he saw there. Bakura’s face was drawn with calmness but his eyes held deep sorrow as if he regretted his life and everything that he lived for. His heart clenched within him, and his amethyst orbs spilled over with tears.

“Why do you cry little lovely one?” Bakura asked.

Malik’s vision blurred. A sudden memory came upon him.

*****

A young angel flew to and fro in the air, a worried look upon his face. He had no idea where he was and he couldn’t find anything that was familiar to him. The young one wondered how he even arrived to this part of Heaven. A gentle breeze picked up and played with his golden hair. Along with the wind, a sweet voice came drifting to his ears. Turning towards the voice, the young angel flew after the beautiful tune that filled him with calmness. He floated over a vast lake where situated in the center was a large Wisteria tree.

Baubles of light hung from the branches, and the young angel gazed in wonder. He had come upon a Sacred place that belonged to one of the Angel Masters of the Five Elements.

‘Hello little lovely one,’ came a gentle voice, ‘Did you get turned around somewhere?’

The young angel turned at the gentle voice and gaped in wonder and awe. Before him hovered one of the most beautiful angels in all of Heaven. His face was like porcelain and his hair was a pure white and by his guess soft as silk. The eyes were the clearest blue imaginable, like crystals they shimmered. His smile was lovely and kind, and it made the young angel blush. The Angel Master came towards him and cupped his face gently.

‘Are you a new angel?’ he asked, ‘I have not seen you before on my outings in Heaven. What is your name little lovely one?’

‘Y-yes I-I am a new angel,’ he answered, ‘Are you the Angel Master of Light?’

‘I am little lovely one. But you have not told me your name.’

‘M-Malik.’

‘Malik. An exotic and beautiful name for an exotic and beautiful angel. I see great things in your future Malik.’

‘You do? Can you tell me?’

‘No, I cannot little lovely one. If I did that, then I would create chaos in the world, but the one thing I can tell you is this. You have a kind heart Malik and someday you will love someone with a deep secret, but do not judge them because of what they have become. Let your heart make the decision for you.’

Malik blinked up in wonder at him trying to decipher what his words meant. From what he new about the Angel Masters, the Angel Master of Light was the most curious of the lot. Always staying in his section of Heaven, he was a mystery to all, even to their Lord, and whenever he was present everyone felt calm yet shaken by him. Not only was he a mystery, he was also the most powerful of the Masters and hardly ever took on angels to train. To be taken under his wing was to be the envy of all angels.

‘What do you mean Master?’ asked Malik, ‘Your words have confused me.’

‘If I told you the meaning behind my words, then you would not truly learn from them, now would you?’ replied he.

‘No, I suppose that is true. But could you not give me a hint?’

The Angel Master laughed, ruffling the golden hair of the young angel. Malik blushed and felt tears fill his eyes as he listened to the musical laughter. The laughter ceased when Malik gave a tiny sniff. Suddenly Malik found himself being embraced by the Angel Master. He shut his eyes and clung to him in desperation as warm hands held him close.

‘I am sorry. I did not mean to make you cry little lovely one, but you remind me of myself when I was young and naïve.’

‘How long ago was that Master?’

‘Oh close to five thousand years ago or so now, my little lovely one. You can’t be more than a hundred, am I right?’

‘Actually I am sixty years in age and fresh from my training. I was on my way to see God when I got lost in the clouds and ended up here.’

‘You are no more than a babe! You must be powerful indeed to have finished your training so quickly. Yet, I was even younger than you when I finished my training. I was only forty at the time.’

Malik paled and stared openly at him. Only forty years and he had completed his training at that age? He felt his jaw drop open at then statement. The Angel Master chuckled once more, lifting the young angel’s jaw closed. He lowered his eyes at Malik, and held him close.

‘You are a pure soul Malik,’ he whispered, ‘Try your best not to lose that nature and always smile. A smile suits you best. Why, you could be naked as the day you were born but as long as you wore your smile, you’d be fully clothed.’

‘Master!’ Malik gasped, flushed with embarrassment, ‘You don’t mean that do you?’

‘Do angels lie, little lovely one?’

‘N-no.’

The Angel Master of Light smiled at the youngling, running his long fingers through his golden hair. Malik felt his heart beat intensely against his ribs as a strong, yet pleasant and sensual emotion, coursed through his body. Taking up his hand, the Master helped him stand.

‘Well, we don’t want you to be late for your meeting with our Lord,’ he said, ‘Come, I will take you to the Halls.’

Leading him by the hand, the Angel Master flew swiftly towards the Halls. Malik’s face was flushed with delight as he saw other angels gaze at the two of them, most with envy on their faces. After a time, the two of them landed on the step of the golden doors that led into the Halls. Here the Angel Master of Light turned away, and was about to return to his solitude when the young angel hugged him about the middle. He turned and looked down at him with slightly wide, amused eyes. He was astonished to see that the youngling had tears in his eyes.

‘My little lovely one,’ he crooned, stroking his cheek, ‘Whatever is the matter?’

‘I…I…I know I’ll never see you again!’ Malik cried, burying his face into the soft folds of the robes, ‘You’ll go back to being alone and I will never see you because I know I will never find your Wisteria tree ever again!’

The Master smiled down at the young one and stroked his hair. He shooed the onlookers away with his wings, and they were left alone. He knelt before him, cupping his face between his hands, and stroking away his tears. Leaning forward, he kissed his eyes.

‘Do not cry little lovely one,’ he whispered, ‘It does not suit you.’

‘But…’

‘Shhh. Listen to me, I know that it is hard to part from me because of who I am. That is why I stay away from others and do not let any near me.’

‘I don’t…understand Master.’

‘Angels can’t tear themselves away from the light because Light is the source of all goodness. Even in the darkness, there is light, and it is only natural that you find that you can’t bear the thought of never seeing me again. Because I am light, and I control it.’

‘No! This is different. I don’t see you as an Angel Master of Light, I see you as an ordinary angel. I see you for you Master. I…I…I love you!’

‘You are young still, my little lovely one. You still have much time before you come to the decision to give your heart away.’

‘No! I know it is you I love. You who I wish to spend an eternity and more with. I want you to have my heart and keep it forever, I want…I want…’

The Master cupped his cheek, making Malik look into his crystal blue eyes.

‘What is it you want Malik?’ he asked in a whispered hush.

‘This…and forgive me for doing it.’

Leaning upwards, Malik placed his mouth against his Master’s, expressing through that touch what he truly felt for him. The Master allowed him to do as he pleased, but he felt a spark ignite within his soul that sent him tumbling into a whirlwind of confusion. He placed his hands upon the young one’s shoulders and gently broke their kiss. Malik’s face was flushed with embarrassment at his actions.

‘I’m sorry…I didn’t mean…’

‘Yes you did. Do not be embarrassed by your emotions, always express them. However, my little lovely one, I must leave you now, and if Fate and God is kind, then perhaps we will see one another again.’

Reaching up, the Angel Master plucked from his head a single strand of white hair, and curled it into a ball. The hair glimmered and then turned into a small gem of light that hung from a silver white chain. He placed it about Malik’s neck.

‘May this give you comfort when you need it most.’

‘A light bauble! I cannot!’

‘You can and you will my little lovely one. You will need it in many years to come. Now good-bye.’

Standing, the Angel Master of Light spread his wings.

‘Wait! What is your name Master?’

‘Ryou Bakura, and only you and God now know that secret. Keep it well.’

Malik nodded his head. Ryou leaned down and kissed him once more, letting it linger a little longer. Ryou smiled at him and flew back to his Sacred place and left Malik clutching the Light Jewel tightly.

****

Malik’s eyes shot open and he looked up at Bakura.

Bakura looked down at him with confusion and he cocked his head to the side.

“It is you,” Malik whispered, “You were the Angel Master of Light! You gave me the light jewel all those years ago! You knew everything that was going to happen to you and to me. Is that why you gave me the jewel? Or did you give it to me out of pity, knowing that you would never love me?”

“Malik, my little lovely one,” Bakura replied, “From the day we met, and to this moment even, I have never stopped thinking about you. I knew what was to be my Fate for I was too inquisitive about all things and I was alone…so terribly alone. Yet God saw fit to punish me for questioning him and his rules, and, unknowing to you, he punished you as well. When you kissed me that day, he became angry for he had special plans for you. He could not allow a student to fall in love with a teacher, nor have the teacher love the student. So he erased your memory of me, and when I discovered this, I became angry and turned on my fellow angels. I had gone insane when I slew one of the archangels and when her blood poured onto my hands, I found a new world. A new way of seeing things. It felt good Malik, to see all that there is to know.”

Malik stared up at his Master now turned daemon. He reached up and touched his cheek lightly. Bakura looked down at him. He was so beautiful just laying there, his eyes filled with love and sorrow. He leaned down and captured his mouth, thrusting his tongue inside his sweetness, relishing the groans that he pulled from Malik’s soul.

“Let me show you what the daemons taught me,” Bakura whispered, nibbling his ear, “Let me show you the experiences of being with another being. Please my little lovely one, let you and I experience one another.”