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Disclaimer: Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Life goes on.

Hi... I read it through and made only a few minor ajustments here and there, hope everyone enjoys my first fanfic, which I will not abandon this time. Thanks to all who added it to their favorites / left a precious reveiw. You guys deserve a Ryou hug :)

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Love Under a Silver Moon

Chapter 1

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A dark figure was crouched on top of a building. The moon was silver bright in the midnight sky and was reflecting off the shiny piece of metal he held in his right hand. A small gust of wind ruffled his long hair as he surveyed the dark ally between the building on which he was poised and the one next door.

Another gust of wind and there was a slight disturbance in the space below. Normal eyes would have missed the shape dash silently into the ally, but this wasn't a human. He had feathered black wings sitting comfortably against his back and heightened hearing and sight. All these attributes added up to that of a vampire.

His hand suddenly tightened on the hilt of his sword and he dropped almost soundlessly into the dark space before him to meet the unknown figure. His feet landed on the ground and his wings quivered slightly on his back. Silence pressed on his eardrums.

He suddenly felt a cool metal blade being ran up his back between his wings and a silky voice whisper in his ear. "Good evening, my beautiful love. Couldn't let you think I was oblivious to you, could I?" A smirk tugged at the corner of the first's lips as he replied, "Ever vigilant and dangerously quick." With this, he whipped around and his sword clashed violently against the others. The other, however, seemed to be expecting this and easily defended himself.

They swiped and blocked each other, faces screwed up in concentration. The first figure was suddenly caught off guard and the other's sword swiftly slashed across his stomach. The cut ran across his abdomen to the top of his trousers, but wasn't that deep. As the blood slowly seemed out, the other smirked and bent his knees and leapt into the air, knowing full well that the other would give chase.

True to this, the first male took off, ignoring the pain coursing through his stomach, and flying after the other in hot pursuit. He knew that he was the faster flyer and soon caught up, even with the dull throb of pain coursing through him. He waited until he could almost hear the others quick breathing before throwing himself forward.

The two landed on a rooftop and rolled a little way before each scrabbling about for their swords and sharply standing up. The surveyed each other for a second before another clash of metal on metal echoed through the night. Both ducking and weaving for and to each others blows, it almost looked like a dance. A few gasps and growls of pain were heard as each managed to nick each other with their blades.

In the middle of a swing, the second figure suddenly jumped backwards off the building they were on and flew through the air. The other hastily followed. If he knew the other well enough, they would be heading towards the park. Many confrontations like these had occurred there. True to this, they were now flying low over trees and grass that made up the city park. The second figure planted his feet on the ground and came to an abrupt stop. The other quickly complied and raised his sword in a defensive gesture. Attacking and self-protective blows were made but then a gasp of pain filled the air.

The first figure's sword slipped from his fingers as a hot liquid trickled into his hand. His opponent had managed to slash his wrist, which was now bleeding into his hand and disabling him from fighting. He quickly picked up his sword and tried to feebly block a few strikes in his left hand, but the other soon knocked it out of his hand.

He dropped to his knees knowing that he had lost this fight, and bowed his head. The other male walked towards him but couldn't help but note that the man on the floor had managed to get a good cut on his chest and on his arm.

The second man lent in close and brushed the others hair off his neck. His hot breath tingled on the others skin making him shiver slightly. The vampire suddenly bit down creating a pain that shot through the others neck as he gulped down a few mouthfuls of a unique tasting blood.

As soon as it started, it stopped. The second figure drew away and lifter the others chin.

"Good show, Marik," he said in a husky voice.

The other smirked up at him and replied, "I'll beat you next time,"

"But love, you know I'm the better fighter." He smirked. In a reply to this, the distance between their lips was closed and a heated kiss followed. Bakura let Marik dominated his mouth; after all he was the one that had just lost.

The two vampires were very exotic looking, with Bakura and his long white hair, usually spiky and tangled, and skin as pale as the moon they had fought under tonight. Then there was Marik, beautifully tanned and toned with unruly long sandy blonde hair. The two were quite violent by nature and so their regular fights, whether it be with sword or something else, kept them sane- or as sane as these two could get. Their fights ended when one of them was bitten on the neck- neither minded as they often drank from each other, each craving the others unique tasting blood. They both found pleasure in these fights and even though vampires had the natural ability to heal themselves, they always waited until the end, when they could do it in a more... interesting way.

Bakura drew away first and smirked at Marik. "I got you quite well," he commented as he lifted up Marik's wrist. Marik ignored the pain as he knew what was coming next. True to form, Bakura lifted the wrist to his mouth and licked smoothly along the cut. His eyes closed at the spicy taste and he kept sucking sensually until the healing properties had done their work.

He glanced back up at the sandy-haired vampire, whose eyes were filed with longing, before pushing him onto his back and removing his shirt to reveal a bronze coloured body. Bakura looked down at his handy work and then set to work on the wound in the same way as he had on Marik's wrist. He moaned slightly and slid his eyes shut as Bakura's tongue slid along the cut down to his hips. The white-haired vampire's long fingers traced the hem of Marik's leather trousers that hung low on his hips making Marik's breathing hitch a bit.

Once the cut had healed, Bakura found himself flipped onto his back with Marik straddling his hips and a playful smirk lingering on his mouth.

"Didn't want you to miss out"

He pulled Bakura's black top over his head and looked at the pale vampire stretched before him. His creamy white skin glistened in the moonlight and his fangs were slightly poking out over his bottom lip. Their fangs only grew when they were drinking, fighting or very turned on. Marik quickly lent down and started healing Bakura. He buried his fingers in blonde hair and gasped slightly as Marik ran a hand up his thighs.

They were soon both healed and once again engaged in a passionate kiss. "Hey, Marik"

"Hmm?" replied the vampire with his head buried in Bakura's neck, playfully nipping and sucking.

"I'm hungry."

Marik frowned slightly and propped himself up on his arms to look down at the albino below him.

"Ok then, we'll go eat, but then I'm finishing this at home." Bakura smirked,

"I would be worried if you didn't!"

With this, Marik jumped up and pulled Bakura with him. They both bent their knees and jumped into the air to start their hunt for some food. They only needed to drink every three days, but could usually last about a week if they drank off each other. Which they did a lot.

Bakura stared down at the ugly city building below him, the wind pulling his hair from his face. They were heading into the rougher area of the town as they had agreed only to drink from criminals or gang members. Marik suddenly heard a cry to his left and glanced over to Bakura to see if he had heard it too. Bakura nodded and in a flurry of black wings, both descended to the street where the noise was sourced.

A small boy of about 16 was baking down an ally way. He had bright violet eyes and curious tri-coloured hair. He had been walking home from a centre for sick pets when two men had started calling after him. He had quickened his pace but had soon been cornered in a dark street.

"Hey! Pretty boy! How much do you want for the night?" one of the thugs called. The boy stared into a run but soon realised he had come to a dead end.

"I don't think he wants money!" the other thug said in a slurred voice, "Ha! So we'll just take what we want by force!"

The two advanced on the small boy who was cowering in the corner of the ally.

"P-p-lease don't hurt m-me!" he cried in a weak voice. He knew all to well what these kinds of people were capable of.

Bakura and Marik, who had just watched the last part of the scene swiftly dropped into the ally like a pair of ravens. The two men started back, surprised at the sudden intrusion.

"What do you two want?" the "leader" of the thugs asked, looking at them through alcohol-clouded eyes, "He's ours, so forget it, we're gonna do with him what we want!"

"Oh really?" said Marik in one of his deadliest voices, "Well I'm afraid that can't happen."

"Whatever! Let's see how you are after a fight then!" The first man started forwards only to be kicked in the head by Bakura who had been hiding in the shadows. The man was immediately knocked unconscious and the other stared at his friend on the ground and then back up at the two vampires. He backed away, the macho look gone from his face and almost tripped over stumbling to the mouth of the ally. The blonde haired demon laughed at his pathetic attempt to get away.

"A vampire needs a body of blood to survive, and as you can see, there are two of us." With these words he flew towards the man and struck him on the temple. He collapsed on the ground and Bakura stepped over the body next to Marik.

"Drunks… Why are they always terrorising innocent people?"

"So sentimental," chuckled Marik before capturing the others lips in a chaste kiss.

The boy stared at the two vampires with a mixture of confusion and wonder. Marik pulled away from his love and looked over at the wide-eyed boy.

"Don't you want to go home?" he asked briskly. The boy just nodded and stumbled a bit as he stood up from his position on the floor, still looking curiously at the two.

"What's so interesting?" snapped Bakura. He didn't want this boy seeing them eat, and he was hungry, and when Bakura is hungry, it's not pretty.

"I-I-it's just umm, well, you…" he stammered,

"Yes?" replied Marik taking a step over to the boy and looming over him.

"You look like these two people I know at school." He said in a rush.

"Really? And they're vampires too?" said Bakura sarcastically,

"N-n-no" whispered the boy innocently. Marik ignored this and continued,

"What are their names?"

"Ryou and Malik" the boy replied a bit stronger.

"Hmm, we'll check them out," said Marik smirking slightly showing the boy a fang.

"Don't hurt them!" cried the boy, looking defiantly into Marik's eyes.

"I won't… If you tell me your name." he replied.

"Y-yugi" stammered the boy.

"Well Yugi, I think you should go now, unless you want me to drink your blood instead of these two!" growled Bakura. Yugi took this hint and quickly ran to the end of the ally and turned away, his foot steps becoming fainter and fainter.

Bakura bent down and swiftly bit down on one of the men's necks. Marik did the same, and soon both had drunk their fill, still leaving enough blood to keep the men alive. Just. They both spat on the men's' necks and Bakura stepped over the body at his feet and walked seductively over to Marik. Marik smirked at this and snaked his arms around Bakura's waist and pulled him in for a kiss. He ran his tongue over the lips of the lighter male and tasted the bitterness of the blood they had just been drinking on them. He ignored this and deepened the kiss, each battling for dominance. They soon broke apart and Marik whispered seductively into Bakura's ear.

"Shall we continue this at home?"

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Well, that's all for now, folks. Thank you for reading, remember to R&R :)