Angels in the Knight, Part 8

When they had arrived to Heaven, the archangels separated the two of them. Malik had tried to fight his way to get back to Bakura, to stay with him during the days he was to wait for the trial to begin.

However, Michael had brutally shoved Malik away from Bakura, causing the ancient angelic daemon to cry out in anger. The other angels watched in sadness at the spectacle before them, some crying tears of sorrow.

Michael blindfolded Bakura, shoving him before him and ordered the others away. Malik cried miserably, accepting no comfort from any and hid himself in his home.

Now here he sat, the trial two and a half days away, feeling downcast and alone. Nothing would make him feel better. A void had been created within him, and nothing could fill it except for Bakura’s embrace.

“Malik?”

Malik looked up through tear filled eyes and saw Yugi standing in the doorway, behind him stood Jounouchi, both of them smiling gently at him. Malik couldn’t find the energy to even smile at his friends; he hung his head again, hugging his knees. Yugi looked at Jounouchi, who nodded his head at him. The two angels entered the dwelling and sat on either side of him.

“Malik,” Yugi said, “Please don’t cry. You’ll see Master Ryou again.”

“You know that you’re God’s favorites,” Jou input, “He doesn’t like to see you so sad.”

Malik didn’t respond to the comforting words of his friends. He had begun to question God, wondered if He truly cared for them like He made out to. Were his fellow angels merely being brainwashed? Believing in a faith and a person that denied them the truth of living?

“…He’s letting you witness the trial.”

Yugi’s words penetrated the fog in Malik’s mind and his head shot up like he had just been stung. He grabbed Yugi by the shoulders and looked at him.

“Wh-what did you just say Yugi?” he asked.

“God said that you were allowed to witness the trial if you wanted to,” Yugi said, feeling some odd emotion run through him. It wasn’t a warm emotion; it was cold and clutched at his heart.

“And we are allowed to be with you during the trial,” Jou added, placing his hand on Malik’s shoulders. “But from what I heard, the Daemon Yami will be at the trial as well, accompanied by one of his followers. I guess we’re going there to balance everything out.”

Malik nodded his head. It made sense, to balance the power of lesser daemons and angels. However, Yami was the strongest, and all of the Angel Masters combined wasn’t enough to balance it, that must be why the archangels were going to be there. That thought was clear, but one kept pushing all thoughts aside.

“I have to see him,” he whispered, “I have to see Bakura again.”

Jou and Yugi looked at him with wide eyes. Jou looked at Yugi. Yugi lowered his eyes and sighed, then smiled at Malik’s bent head.

“And you will,” he said, “Me and Jou are going to get you into his cell tonight.”

“That’s right,” Jou said proudly, “We’ve been through a lot together Malik, and we’ve never left each others sides, and I am certainly not going to start today.”

“But I can’t ask you to damn yourselves on my behalf!” Malik cried.

“You’re not asking,” Yugi smiled.

“We’re insisting,” answered Jou.

***

Twilight sank into the clouds, changing them to a soft pinkish glow with an orange tint. Three figures flew out from a dwelling and made their way slowly towards the holding cells. When Lucifer had rebelled against God, those cells were hardly empty, but now they whispered to each other about days long since past in their loneliness and emptiness. And only one could hear them.

Bakura sat huddled in the darkest corner of his cell, hugging his knees, wondering what they had done to Malik, if anything. He didn’t care about himself. He knew this day was bound to come, but why did it have to come when the greatest thing in his life suddenly reappeared? His fist slammed against the stone cage. The skin broke. Blood burst forth. The hand seemed to rise on its own accord and he lapped at the dripping essence, but it wasn’t satisfying. To eat his own blood when so many innocents surrounded him angered him greatly.

“Who goes there?” the guard’s voice demanded from outside of the cell.

“I’m really sorry about this.”

“Huh? What th-?”

A sudden thud echoed in Bakura’s ears and his face contorted in confusion. A panicking voice wafted through the bars.

“We knocked out an archangel! We knocked out an archangel!”

“Yugi! Shut up will ya? We did this for Malik.”

Bakura’s head shot up and he went towards the cell door. Outside, night had fallen on Heaven and silhouetted before him were three figures. Two were arguing, while the other remained silent, watching them and then looking around.

“Well anyway,” said the smaller one, “I have the keys, so Malik, you get in there and Jou and I will cast the spell.”

Bakura’s heart leapt into his throat when he heard Malik speak.

“Make sure it’s the right spell you two. It’s the concealment spell and it hides both sound and image.”

Mutterings from the others were heard but were silenced immediately when a soft glow began to appear. The light was steady in illumination, not too bright but bright enough to light up Bakura’s cell. The door to his cell opened and a person entered and then shut the door. The light went out. They were completely alone.

A small glow flared in the darkness of the chamber. When his eyes adjusted, Bakura saw Malik place an oil lamp on the table, its soft light making his face more golden, more beautiful. Malik turned towards him, his face sad, his breath coming in short gasps.

“Do I really look that bad?” Bakura asked, giving a half smile to him.

“Master!” Malik cried and went to him.

“Why did you come my little lovely one? He will be furious with you if He finds out,” Bakura said as he stroked Malik’s hair.

“I don’t care anymore Master! I just want to be with you, always. We are immortal beings and I am willing to give everything up just to be with you. I…I love you.”

Bakura looked into the amethyst eyes of the young being in his lap. They sparkled with the honesty and the love that he just shared with him, and, for the first time in a long time, Bakura felt his heart pound against his chest. His lips crushed themselves against his as they fell back onto the ground. Malik gave a glad cry when Bakura put his tongue into his mouth, suckling on the sweetness within. Bakura’s fingers trembled as they ripped the clothing off Malik’s innocent body. He lifted him up in his arms. Bakura didn’t want to take Malik on the floor but in the soft bed.

Malik’s skin shivered deliciously as they touched the silken sheets. Again he was completely naked before his Master but this time there wasn’t going to be any interruptions. To someone who was outside of the spell barrier all they would see was the guard standing before the cell. They would also hear nothing of the events going on inside it. Malik’s thoughts came back into focus when he felt Bakura’s hot tongue flick his taut nipple. His fingers tickled their way down his belly, curling into Malik’s golden curls between his creamy legs and then he stroked him gently. Malik arched his back, moaning.

“M-master!”

Bakura smiled up at him, taking Malik’s arousal into his mouth. He sucked greedily on the young angel, enjoying the salty tang of his skin. His hand went to Malik face, his fingers entering his mouth. Malik suckled them, imagining that it was Bakura’s manhood in his mouth instead. He cried out in protest when Bakura removed them but then moaned loudly when he felt a finger enter his rear passage and thrust within him. He cried out as Bakura slid another inside him. His body trembled with passion. He could feel an odd sensation intensify within him with each thrust of his fingers and bob of his head. Malik’s head went back and he shrieked with pleasure as he climaxed into Bakura’s mouth. Bakura smiled against his skin, raking his teeth gently over him as he swallowed. He tasted beautiful.

Malik sat up and covered his face with his hands. His cheeks burned with embarrassment at what had just happened. Other fingers gently pulled them away and revealed his burning skin. Bakura’s smiling face peered at his.

“M-master…I didn’t mean...what just happened…” Malik stammered.

“That’s supposed to happen love,” Bakura chuckled, beginning to remove his own clothing, “And it will happen again, many times this night.”

“I-it will?”

“Yes it will. Now come, its time to teach you.”

Taking Malik’s golden head into his hands, Bakura lowered him over his own arousal. Malik gazed at it for a moment before he timidly touched his tongue to the quivering flesh. A sigh from above him signaled that he had done the right thing and he ran his muscle down his length. Bakura bit his lip, his eyes lowered and his hand went to Malik’s head. The youngling certainly picked things up quickly as he watched Malik in fascination; watching his tongue curl about him timidly. Bakura’s head went back, a moan escaping him. He could feel his body tingle with sexual excitement as he near his climax. Malik loved the taste of his Master inside his mouth. He was sweet to his tongue, smooth yet rough at the same time. He smiled to himself as he thought of something wicked. Bakura gasped in surprise when Malik suddenly took his whole length into his mouth without so much as a gag. His cry echoed against the walls as he came into Malik’s mouth.

Malik swallowed the gift his Master had just given him, bathing him with his tongue, lapping at the tip of the head with delight.

“Imp,” Bakura gasped as he felt himself harden once more, “You catch on quickly.”

Malik looked up into Bakura’s crystal orbs, smiling at him.

“You are a very good teacher Master,” Malik replied, giving him a devilish smile.

Bakura pulled Malik up by the hair, pushing him onto his back. Malik tensed at this sudden violence, but then relaxed as he felt Bakura stroke his length with his beautiful hands. His arms went around his neck, pulling him closer to his warm body and their lips met. Bakura broke the kiss first, looking down into his amethyst eyes. Amethyst eyes that now sparkled with love, desire, and passion.

“Are you ready, love?” Bakura asked him softly.

“Yes,” Malik replied, “I’ve been ready since the day I met you. I love you so much Master.”

Bakura smiled and buried his face into the crook of his lover’s neck, inhaling his beautiful scent. Gently, he placed his hands beneath Malik’s knees moving them upwards so that they bent close to his belly, and he thrust within his hot being. Malik cried out, tears creeping into his eyes. It hurt so much, and yet…there was another sensation. He felt whole, complete with his Master embedded deep inside him.

Malik felt so close to Bakura, as if they were one. He felt Bakura’s fingers stroke his face gently. He looked up at him, and saw the smile upon his wonderful mouth. Wrapping his legs about his waist, Malik lifted his body to meet with the slow thrusts of Bakura, his mouth latching onto his.

The Master moved tantalizingly slow, making the youngling whimper in protest. Bakura chuckled as he increased his speed slightly. His breath was heavy and shallow as he controlled the urge to just bury himself inside Malik, breaking his back if need be, just to satisfy himself. However he wanted Malik’s first time to be exceptional. Reaching down between them, he grasped Malik’s neglected member, jerking him in rhythm to his thrusting. Angling slightly, he hit the sensitive cord within him.

Malik cried out at the sudden burst of pleasure. His body shook with the intensifying emotion coursing through his veins.

“Master, please,” Malik panted into Bakura’s ear, “I want it now, please.”

Bakura grunted and hit the spot again, increasing the speed, shaking the whole bed beneath them. He could feel himself getting close to climax but he wanted Malik to come first. He angled again, thrusting right into the prostate. The younger angel shuddered beneath him, crying out as he felt a warm liquid spread onto his hand.

“MASTER!” shouted Malik, feeling as if he hit the roof of the Universe, his breath coming in short gasps.

Bakura groaned loudly, giving a final thrust as he came inside Malik.

“Malik…my Malik,” Bakura murmured as he collapsed on top of his lover’s sweating form. He turned them to the side, tenderly kissing his rosy lips.

“Master that was…it was so…” Malik stammered, his whole body blushing.

“It was perfect Mali,” he whispered, licking Malik’s ear gently, “Just like you are.”

Malik blushed even more and snuggled into Bakura’s arms. Bakura wrapped his arms around his smaller body, pulling him closer; their bodies sticking together, the sweat acting like a sealing bond.

“I love you Malik,” Bakura whispered.

Malik responded with a fervent kiss, rubbing his body against Bakura’s enticingly.

“I love you Bakura.”

Bakura rolled them over once more, his kisses pressing Malik into the mattress as they began again.