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It’s an evening like any other when Malik returns to his apartment and drops the grocery bags in his kitchen.
The sun was glaring far too hot and unpleasant for an October day, but now that the evening has approached it’s getting cool and dimmer again.
And also darker.
Passing his arm through his forehead, he still pants for the effort of carrying the groceries 3 stories high, cooling off in the refreshing, little kitchen room. He moves over to open the door of the small balcony attached to it, planning on letting more cool air into the room.
But the door opens on its own from the outside, creaking quite ominously. And Bakura walks inside.
Malik gasps upon seeing him.
Pale and wan as usual, he contrasts with the darkening sky behind him, staring back at Malik with an unsmiling expression.
“You-you’re awake!” Malik cries - louder than planned - as he blinks in surprise. He’s usually the one who wakes the vampire up from his day sleep.
Bakura leaves the door open and moves a few steps closer. “It’s pretty dark outside,” he comments with a croaky voice that indicates he was still sleeping just a few minutes ago. He’s wearing a white button-down shirt, open and exposing his whole chest of the same pallor as the fabric. “Daytime’s over. My instincts told me it’s time to wake up.”
Malik nods, his eyes scanning him swiftly.
There’s an uneasy feeling in him for being caught so off guard. Even if he’s been living with the vampire in his home for weeks now. Not to mention, he was the one who decided to take him in in the first place. And their agreement to feed him every night came from Malik’s part as well. He knows there’s nothing to feel uneasy about, yet he can’t quite help it.
“Good.” Shrugging, he averts his eyes, looking down at the grocery bags. “At least I don’t have to go through the trouble of waking you up tonight.” He sets on moving to do his chores, “...since you’re particularly grumpy every time I-”
Suddenly, Bakura is standing really close to him. “You’re exhausted.” He grins, exposing his sharp canines. Malik can see the clear dark rings under his eyes and even some violet and green veins underneath that pale, verging on glasslike, white skin.
His eyes run all over his face. They just can’t stay fixed on the red irises. “I’m-”
“You’re panting and your blood is rushing faster,” Bakura tuts, one hand rising up to very delicately shift a blonde strand on Malik’s forehead, but not touching his skin. “I can sense your heart beating faster.”
Malik frowns offended. “Well, excuse me, but carrying these bags 3 storeys high isn’t easy!”
Bakura’s fingers touch his cheekbone, and it feels like ice is put on his face. “Some blood even rushed to your cheeks…”
Malik gasps softly for the contact. He’s used to Bakura touching him but it still shocks him every time he feels that coolness against his skin. He just feels so dead . “I- I-”, he stares at those slit-like pupils on a blood-red background, his concentration continually breaking.
Groaning, he squeezes his eyes shut. “I don’t have to justify to you why my blood is doing what it’s doing!”
Bakura snickers, his nose scrunching and his sharp canines getting more prominent. “Of course not, I never asked you to.”
“Good.” Malik huffs, set on moving away, “cause I have things to do-”
Bakura stops his movement again as he grips his wrist, holding him in place. “Hmm…” He leans his face closer, “but you can’t walk in here smelling like that during feeding time...”
The ice-cold grip could make Malik shiver. His brows raise, “Smelling like what?”
“Your blood is so hot right now.” Bakura sighs, “I can smell it. I can feel it.” He licks his lips. “Your scent is more irresistible than usual.”
Malik’s eyes widen as he feels Bakura’s breath grazing on his neck, even if momentarily covered by a thick choker. It makes his skin erupt in goosebumps. “O-okay, okay…” he breathes out and backs off, one palm pressing against his chest to move him away.
Bakura frowns down at the gesture.
“You’re hungry.” Malik nods, “I get it. You just woke up.” He pushes Bakura further back, creating more space between them. “It’s feeding time and I will give you my blood soon. Let me just…”
Malik gestures to the grocery bags but Bakura is still holding his wrist. He scowls at him. “I am hungry. I want my food.”
“Yeah, yeah, calm down,” Malik mutters under his breath, “you animal…”
“What was that?” Bakura raises a brow and pulls Malik closer again.
“Soon, for God‘s sake!” Malik scolds, annoyed for being tugged like that by the wrist. “We have to move it to the bedroom anyway, cause, you know…” His voice quietens as he averts his eyes.
It’s a sin, the pleasure and pain you feel with a vampire’s bite, but too much of it could kill you. It’s a literal small death. Malik would be lying if he’d say this moment isn’t everything he’s looking forward to in his day, yet it still irks him to let Bakura see that side of him.
The vampire smiles at him. “Why not now?! Why not here?” He pulls Malik closer and rests a hand on his waist, sliding his cold fingers underneath his short top. “Isn’t the kitchen where you mortals usually enjoy your meals?” He snickers, talking into his ear, “Look, I’m working on my integration just like you asked me to.”
“Fuck off!” Malik gasps sharply as he closes his eyes and leans his head to the side, almost like he’s offering his neck to him. The feeling of those icy fingertips gliding on his skin makes his whole body tense. But he’s not fighting it.
Bakura’s eyes light up approvingly at Malik’s offering position. “Good boy…” He keeps chuckling, leading the mortal boy backwards against the little kitchen counter by the wall. “I just can’t let all that delicious body heat go to waste…” Unprompted, he gives Malik’s jaw a long lick, practically growling in hunger. “Not with you all exposed and almost naked like that.”
Malik still has his eyes closed, his arms moving around Bakura’s shoulders. His body language is an open invitation but he still snarls in annoyance. “It was very warm outside today, give me a break!”
Bakura hums and moves his head back, staring at Malik with dark, lidded eyes. “But you want to lure me in as well, don’t you?!” He grins again cheekily, pointy teeth showing. “Maybe you enjoy this whole thing more than I do…”
Malik feels his cheeks burning, anticipation and the cold touches making his body shiver, but Bakura’s words make him glower. “Who's the one that is so impatient and desperate right now?”
“Desperate?” Bakura scoffs, a dimpled smile fixed on his face. “Let me remind you how you get every time I bite you…” He leans in, nibbling at his earlobe. “Fuck me, Bakura,” he imitates Malik’s voice with a fake whimper as he moves their body closer. “Fuck me now, please… I can’t wait, come on, fuck me, Bakura…”
Malik opens his mouth and lets out a shocked gasp, yet his arms pull him closer. “Shut up!” He blinks offended back at him. “You are always there with a raging hard-on as soon as you get some blood into your system.”
Bakura looks at him with wide, excited, red eyes. “And that’s exactly how I want to feel now.” His pupils slit again as he focuses on Malik, nearly speaking against his mouth. “I want to feel all that blood in my body again, I’m craving it…” His hand moves up to undo the choker around his neck. “I did my waiting. I’ve been without blood for hours now. The whole day! I fucking deserve it.”
Malik stares back at him, and how intense and fiery his eyes are. He wouldn't be lying to say he feels quite blessed to have this beautiful creature, all hungry and demanding, just for him.
Whatever he plans on saying dissipates from his mind however, as he notices how Bakura’s eyes travel down to his now exposed neck, on his left side, where he usually dives in. His gaze seems inspective.
Malik’s brows lower and he looks away, feeling self-aware. “It’s getting ugly, I know…”
“Ugly?” Bakura asks, his eyes lighting up with a cunning adoration. “I think it’s beautiful. Seeing you marked up like that.” He moves his hand up around Malik's throat, prodding at the wound with his thumb. “Marked by me and no one else.” He brushes against the punctures more roughly, watching how the two little holes are messy and used up for being pierced on the same place on repeat. He growls, “Only me . ”
Malik can’t help the soft noise he makes as he feels Bakura’s ice-like grip intensifying on his throat, tightening his hold. “Then do it,” he breathes, “bite me.”
Bakura doesn’t need to be told twice. He looks at Malik with flashing eyes before slowly baring his fangs and diving right in. His hands go low to hold him by his waist and he angles his head down to sink his canines into the open wound.
Malik gasps highly, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes and holding Bakura’s head in his arms. Time stops as he feels those sharp fangs entering his skin, and in a heartbeat, he sees white behind his eyes.
A short, painful, cutting sensation precedes, before he gets hit by a hot, blinding wave, invading his whole body. It’s that inhuman feeling he’s been waiting the whole day to feel. He doesn’t even have time to focus on the hard-on in his pants before his body convulses in absolute pleasure. It feels like an orgasm but tenfold more intense and sped up than normal. He feels so close to death as all energy leaves his body and he’s helplessly offered to this sensation. Malik knows that being a vampire is a curse, but this right now has to be what paradise feels like, because it‘s nothing but a blessing.
He wanted to scream but what leaves his lips is a moan of absolute pleasure as he feels Bakura's fangs sucking on his blood, growling and draining him of any willpower. His fingers are tugging at Bakura’s shirt but soon they give out completely and his whole body goes slack. His mind reaches its delirium.
Not too gently, Bakura pulls away, gasping for air. Blood is drooling from his mouth, dripping on the counter, on Malik’s clothes and skin, and on the floor. There is so much blood on his lips and his jaw as he takes Malik in.
“So good…” He pants, a smile forming on his red, bloody lips.
Malik’s vision keeps alternating between hazy and sharp. He can’t miss all the red around the vampire’s mouth, but what calls his attention even more is how vigorous he appears to be now. He looks in one word: alive. His skin is still pale but not limpid anymore, there are no deep circles under his eyes, and there’s a clear blush on his cheeks. The colour of his eyes also leans to red-brown instead of the colour of blood, and Malik can just sigh for the view.
He is so beautiful.
It’s really ironic, once again, how being cursed makes someone look this angelic after committing their crime. Malik can swear he never saw a more beautiful face before him.
With his eyes lidded and his mouth hanging open, his body remains slack against the wall, leant on the counter. He keeps bleeding from his neck as soft whimpers escape him, feeling far too powerless to even move.
“You alright there?” Bakura asks as he takes Malik’s unresponsive hand and intertwines their fingers. He presses their foreheads together, smiling and breathing against his lips. “I wanna fuck you, Malik…” He licks his bloody lips and nudges his body closer to him. “I’m feeling alive again and it feels so good.”
Malik’s legs are open and Bakura is right between them, grinding against him to make him feel just how hard he is. A broken moan leaves Malik’s lips.
“You feel that?” Bakura pants, staring into Malik’s eyes as he leans against his forehead. “I’m ready for you. I’m so ready to fuck you.” He’s gripping Malik’s hands more forcefully, trembling in anticipation.
“Bakura…” Malik keeps whimpering, too little energy left in his body to make any brusk movements. Bakura’s skin doesn’t feel like ice anymore. He feels so warm and human and so real. “Yes, fuck me. I’m right here…”
Bakura’s eyes light up and he smiles excitedly, bloody canines exposing. “Right at it, my beautiful.” He drops Malik’s slack hands as they descend to quickly unbutton his own trousers. He pulls out his hard-on and he can’t help stroking himself, a moan escaping him as he looks at Malik.
Malik’s eyes travel down and he bites his lip, taking any little force left in him to shift his tired body and spread his legs even wider. “Fuck me, Bakura. Please…”
Bakura growls for Malik’s words and for the feeling of being stimulated again. “I will.” He moves his hands forward to unbutton Malik’s shorts, tugging them forcefully away together with his underpants. Once he looks down he smirks cheekily again. “Already creamed yourself, have you?”
Even if he just suffered such a great blood loss, some of it manages to reach Malik’s cheeks, making him blush. He averts his eyes by turning his head. “I- I can’t help it… It feels so good when you bite me…”
“Fuck,” Bakura mutters before reaching forward to grab the back of Malik’s head and pull him in for a sudden kiss.
It’s a literal bloody, messy kiss. Malik’s eyes widen for a second as he tastes his own blood. It brings his numb body to shiver in discomfort but Bakura kisses him so intensely and heatedly, sliding against his tongue and biting his lips, it makes Malik just sink into it.
In this moment Malik swears he’d be as close to death as possible if it means being kissed like that as a reward.
Bakura pulls slowly away, his sharp canines softly grazing Malik’s lower lip. Breathing heavily, he stares into his eyes again. “You drive me crazy, kid.”
Malik wants to say the same thing since the feeling is very much reciprocated, but no words are able to leave him as he feels totally smitten with the vampire standing in front of him. Next thing he feels is an inhuman force pulling at his legs as they are being positioned around Bakura’s hips. He feels him entering him, so sudden and brisk. Any energy still left in his body makes him instinctively moan out loud and sling his arms around Bakura’s shoulders again.
“That’s good,” Bakura breathes, as he sinks right into him. He closes his eyes to relish in the feeling, pulling slightly back to sink back in again. He’s still holding Malik by his legs as he finds a rhythm in his movement. “So good.”
Moans are forced out of Malik’s lips with every push, even if he feels spent and completely used up. His eyes are wide, his wound still bleeding. He’s sinking into a complete, numb pleasure that makes everything else fade away in the back of his mind.
The autumn wind makes its head away outside, aiming a fresh breeze to enter the small kitchen and coast over their exposed skin. Some cars can be heard passing by outside and always fewer birds are twitching as the sky gradually engulfs in darkness and the heat of the night starts to rise.
And so does Bakura.
He huffs and groans right into Malik’s ear as he keeps fucking him against the wall on the kitchen counter. With every fastening thrust, a shaky sound leaves his voice. The open shirt he’s wearing is sinking down his shoulders, the fabric pooling around his elbows. He moves one arm away from Malik’s leg to circle it around his waist. He pulls him impossibly closer to him, slamming his entire, fatigued body against his thrusting hips.
Malik yelps, his legs flying out as he feels himself being crammed against the wall on his back and against Bakura on his front. Bakura isn’t probably aware of how much force he’s using but he’s pinning Malik directly against the wall.
“Ba-Bakura!” He calls out as he feels like his breath is being pressed out of him with every thrust. His fingers grip at Bakura’s mane and he looks at his face.
Bakura has his eyes closed as he keeps pushing rhythmically into Malik. Completely lost in the feeling, he’s biting his lower lip, his sharp teeth protruding on his soft, blood-stained flesh.
Malik watches him with hazy eyes, with his mouth agape and his brows cast down in pleasure. He feels like he’s in paradise.
Bakura blinks, like he’s sensing Malik’s stare on him. He pulls his head up, locking their eyes and still thrusting into him. “You feel so good, beautiful,” he pants, licking his lips and grinning cheekily up at him again.
Malik’s mouth remains open as a few broken moans leave his lips, but he averts his eyes down, feeling like he was caught staring. His cheeks start to blush some more as slowly more blood starts to pump in his system again. And with that also his arousal.
“You like that, huh?” Bakura smiles, quickening his movement as he takes Malik’s right leg in his arm, hugging him by the knee pit and spreading him wider. “You’re feeling g-good, I can sense it...”
Malik’s eyes roll back, his tongue lolling out, as Bakura keeps hitting him where it feels best. “Yes, yes, Bakura, k-keep going…”
The vampire senses how the body heat keeps rising inside Malik and how his blood is pumping faster again. A feeling of slight hunger overtakes him again. And his eyes flash.
Suddenly, he stops every movement, grunting and pulling back. He rests Malik’s body on the counter.
Malik whines out for the brusk interruption. “N-no...” panting, he looks up at him with dazed, pleading eyes, “Why did you stop?”
“You’re right,” Bakura blinks, his eyes blood-shot black, “we gotta move this to the bedroom.”
Malik frowns up at him. He watches how he takes his shirt completely off his arms and drops it on the ground. Before he can even muster a question he gets swooped up by an inhuman force as Bakura takes him in his grip and carries him bridal style to the bedroom.
“Bakura!” He gasps initially for the surprise, but then he silences down and doesn’t dare complain, of course. He soon realises he quite likes being carried this way, slinging his arms around his neck and dangling his long legs in the air.
The vampire smiles smugly down at him, carrying him effortlessly to the bedroom. “What is it?”
Malik feels somehow overwhelmed by everything. He just giggles, batting his lashes. “You’re so strong…”
Bakura grins for a second before staring ahead as they enter the bedroom.
“All those things you can do,” Malik carries on, laughing, “is quite impressive, actually. I wish more men were like you.”
Bakura’s smile dissolves. “It comes with the package of being cursed.”
The annoyance in his voice is quite discernible. Malik doesn’t even have enough time to think about his words before he gets dropped on the bed none too gently, landing on his belly.
He huffs as he faces the pillow, his brows furrowing. “Wow, rude.”
He senses the bed dipping behind him and suddenly his hips are being pulled forcefully up, making his fingers grasp at the sheets as they slide back. Bakura enters him without warning again, filling him completely up in a second.
“Bakura! ”
The vampire snarls, holding his hips before leaning his front down, talking in Malik’s ear from behind. “You don’t like rude, eh?” He whispers, his tongue darting out to lick at Malik’s earlobe. “You wanna get treated like a princess?”
Malik’s skin erupts in shivers for the cold voice in his ear, gasping as he feels how slowly Bakura starts to thrust his hips back and forth again.
“You wanna be treated like some blue-blooded aristocrat? Like some figure of a higher ranking?” He moves his hand forward to shift Malik’s hair to the side, exposing his neck and kissing it.
“Bakura, p-please…” Malik whines as he feels too confused by Bakura’s teasing and gentle gestures and his contradictory, accusing questions. He couldn’t possibly muster a sensible answer in the state he’s in.
“You think I can treat you this way?!” He breathes, as he licks and nibbles at his neck, making feather-light bites to not puncture the skin with his sharp fangs. “You really think I can do that?!” His hips start to rock a bit faster, his voice rougher, “Me? As your doomed King?”
Malik cries out, his mouth hanging open and his fingers grasping the sheets. The rougher his thrusts get the harder it gets for him to form a sentence. Only moaned nonsense keeps escaping his lips.
Bakura grins, and while he keeps pulling him against him with one hand gripping at his hip, the other moves forward to insert his fingers in Malik’s mouth. “Not talking any bullshit anymore now, hm?” He hisses in his ear, “And for a minute there I thought I had to gag you to shut this pretty mouth up, but I guess that is enough already, isn’t it?” He asks as he gives him a particular harsh thrust, making him whimper full-mouthed.
Malik drools around the fingers and rolls his eyes back, feeling too far gone to fight anything.
Bakura shivers pleasantly as he senses Malik’s elation. He leans his body up again, standing with his knees on the dipping surface of the mattress and gripping Malik by the hips with both hands, thrusting into him on repeat. His skin is sweating, living, and he almost can’t believe it. Leaning his head back, he relishes in that human pleasure his body can finally feel.
The sky is almost completely dark outside, the moon more prominent and alive between the clouds. Bakura looks out of the window with hazy eyes as he keeps fucking Malik, feeling the nighttime calling to his instincts.
Every time he gets some blood in his system, he gets to feel like all mortals do. Every night he gets to have that same pleasure, that same privilege of having a chemical, human body, which lights a hot fire inside his veins. For just these few minutes of ecstasy, he knows he doesn’t have to feel cursed anymore.
He closes his eyes and moans, leaning his face back and bathing in the moonlight protruding in their room.
Malik’s hands try to grasp at the sheets or the pillow or whatever he can reach, feeling the bruising, strong grip around his hips. His body starts to tremble and his moans get louder.
His sounds call Bakura’s attention again. He looks down at him and growls, “Let me see that pretty face of yours…”
In a few quick motions, Bakura pulls away before turning Malik’s body around. He lies there, powerless and aroused, his legs open and his dark skin gleaming. There’s red on his cheeks and his chest, he’s flushed, his heart beating endlessly, full of life. Bakura’s eyes gleam as he watches him.
Getting between his legs, he enters him again, carrying on to fuck him, to use him, like nothing changed, his hands pinning Malik’s wrists on the sheets.
Malik’s eyes are teary, his back arching up as he’s moaning and looking completely undone. He seems to be begging at Bakura with his stare and his sounds alone.
“What is it?” Bakura coos, leaning further down to his face, “What’s missing, princess, hm?!” His voice growls again in pure envy, “You’re getting what you wanted. You always get what you desire, you spoiled brat.”
Almost instinctively, his eyes travel to the blood smearing Malik’s neck. He licks his lips. “You humans always get what you want at the end. Pumping full of blood and life energy... You have nothing to complain about!” His voice raises in anger as he gets overtaken by a sudden desire to bite Malik again.
His tongue moves out to lick at his jaw, breathing and sighing against his skin. He feels his humanity slipping away again as his blood-lust grows stronger. And he hates it.
He hates it so much he starts thrusting more forcefully into Malik below him, wanting his desire to take over his hunger. He groans as his nails dig into the flesh of Malik’s wrist, making the latter cry out in both pain and pleasure.
“Bakura! ”
“What is it?” Bakura snarls against his lips, his voice raised and unmistakably enraged. His fangs are baring, his eyes red. “What the fuck do you want, Malik?!”
Tears trickle down his cheeks as Malik whimpers, “Kiss me…”
Bakura’s eyes widen and he stops every movement.
His sharp canines are drawn back again and he distances his head to stare in disbelief into Malik’s eyes.
Silence surrounds them, except for their heavy breathing and Malik's quickening heartbeat, which Bakura can sense.
He shakes his head softly, scrutinising his eyes, trying to read them. “What…”
“Please…” Malik sighs, too exhausted, “kiss me.”
Bakura blinks for a few seconds before his hands let go of Malik’s wrists and move to his waist, only to lift his body up and have him straddle his lap as they both sit up on the bed. Malik moans softly for the change in position. His hair is dishevelled and he’s biting his lip as his trembling legs circle around Bakura.
He’s now looking down at him while Bakura is looking up, one hand moving to gently shift some unruly locks away from Malik’s face. He clasps the back of his head before connecting their lips, kissing him with the utmost care in the world.
Malik’s arms are around Bakura’s neck and he hugs him tighter, sinking into him. No word could come to mind to describe how this is making him feel. Despite the taste of his own blood and the sharp canines scraping on his own lips, Malik is sure this can’t be a curse, this is a heavenly blessing.
Bakura’s hand strokes at his hair, making Malik moan softly, as he starts to slowly move his hips again, thrusting them up into him.
“My precious,” Bakura speaks through the kiss, “perfect,” his teeth scratching against Malik’s lush lips, “perfect offering.”
Malik pulls away and pants, smiling down at Bakura with soft eyes.
“You’re a gift from above, beautiful.” Bakura sighs, his hands restless in caressing him everywhere. “You make me feel so alive… I feel like I fooled God because of you.”
“Bakura…”
“Maybe being cursed is just the price I have to pay… to have this beautiful creature in my arms every night…”
“Oh Bakura,” Malik’s voice sings in bliss. Bakura talks like a fairytale, like an old, heart-shattering movie, because Malik knows he’s been living, existing, for so many lifetimes. And being the one chosen for him in this infinite long existence makes his heart burst from his chest.
It all just feels like a dream.
“Bakura,” Malik’s moans get higher, rocking his hips as he rides Bakura faster, “I’m close…”
The vampire thrust his hips rhythmically up in time with Malik, smiling as he nuzzles into his neck. “Y-yes, yes I can feel it… I can feel your heart beating…”
Malik’s whole body starts to shake, hugging Bakura tighter, “I d-don’t know how long I can hold back…”
A deep growl comes out from Bakura as he senses Malik’s blood coursing, faster and hotter, like a river rushing in his veins, flowing in a red, hot liquid to his pumping heart. It makes Bakura drool, his canines protruding, and his eyes darkening.
“I wanna bite you again…” His fangs graze Malik’s neck as he growls. “Let me bite you again.”
“But-”
“I’m gonna make it very quick, Malik.” His breath shudders, “Just a little bite.” He looks up at him with red, dark eyes, his pupil blending in and making him look everything but human.
“Bakura…” Malik knows nothing can hold him back anymore.
It’s just a second, where Bakura growls and then dives his fangs into Malik’s neck again. He didn’t aim on the left side, he created another wound. A new opening for his blood to flood out together with his senses, making Bakura suck the life vigorously out of him, gifting his humanity to the vampire for a few more moments longer.
The feeling is too strong. Malik sees white behind his eyes before he can feel anything else, Bakura’s name failing to form brokenly on his open mouth.
As darkness engulfs him and his senses leave him, he thinks this is what dying must feel like.
-
Malik blinks. One time. Two times.
He sees Bakura in front of him, putting on his black coat, and he knows he’s not dead. His lips feels completely dry, too dry to even talk.
The red eyes of the vampire fall on him, like he has heard him waking up. “I’m just going for a walk,” he says calmly. “You keep resting.”
Malik tries to sit up from all the cushions he’s leant against, but his body is too weak. He winces as he feels a sharp pain around his neck. Slowly moving his fingers up to his throat, he realises he’s bandaged.
Bakura quickly averts his eyes from him, heading to put his boots on.
Putting his weight on his elbows, Malik tries to sit up just a little bit. But it’s too hard. His whole body feels too weak and there’s a dull pain on his hips as well. Sighing, he gives up and rests his head against the soft pillows.
“Are you-” his voice is very rough and hoarse, barely recognisable. He clears his throat and tries anew. “Are you going to bite someone?”
Bakura is silent. He doesn’t even turn to Malik and walks towards the door.
“Please! Don’t-” Malik puts all of his willpower to sit up on the bed, tho’ it makes him moan in pain. “Ah- Don’t bite anyone, p-please!” His arms are shaking as they hold him up for a few seconds. “I’m here! You can bite me again! Come-” He tries to move his hand to his neck but his body gives out and he slumps down on the bed again, groaning in pain and frustration for feeling so handicapped.
Bakura’s eyes widen. “Are you crazy?” With quick steps he walks over to his side of the bed, shifting him more comfortably on the pillows and tucking him under the cover. “I sucked enough of your blood already. You just stay here. Don’t move.”
Malik huffs and pouts at him, leaving his body to be manhandled. “I don’t want you to bite anyone else…”
Bakura makes sure the cover is placed neatly under Malik’s arms, a smile slowly forming on his pale face. “That jealous, are you?”
Now it’s Malik’s turn to widen his eyes at him. If he had any more blood in him he’d be blushing extremely. “N-no! I don’t want you to hurt anyone else!”
Bakura just looks at him, that tender smile unfaltering on his face.
Malik has no chance but to avert his eyes. Looking at his face makes him somehow nervous. “And I mean… yeah, I don’t wanna share you that much either…”
Tutting, Bakura takes Malik’s hand in his and gives it a gentle kiss.
“Oh?” Some colour manages to reach Malik’s cheeks now for that gesture. He notices how there’s no blood around Bakura’s mouth anymore. He washed it all away.
“Don’t worry.” Bakura talks gently, placing his hand down and running his fingers swiftly over Malik’s hair. “I won’t bite anyone. I promise.”
He says it with a cheeky grin, his sharp fangs exposing again, before he stands up and heads to the door.
Malik can feel his heart beginning to beat faster. “But where are you going?”
Bakura stays turned away for a few seconds, unmoving. He sighs. “Just enjoying some of the night. Some of the outside... now that I can…”
Malik’s brows tilt down. “Okay…” He says quietly, delicately grasping at the edge of the cover.
“You just stay here.” Bakura turns half of his face to him. “Once you wake up I’ll be back again. Now sleep.”
And it’s like Bakura’s words are a command.
Feeling a strong drowsiness invade him, Malik nods sleepily and blinks. One time. And before he can blink again, Bakura is gone. And Malik sinks into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Fin.