Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Amalgamation of the Lonely ❯ Chapter 4

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Lemon, pure and simple. Not sure if it really does anything for the plot, but considering this fic was made for Aff.net... sex just had to come up ^^;

At some point in my life I will finish the next chapter though and pick up on the plot again.

Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.06.2006 | Pages: 5 | Words: 6.1K | Visits: 375 | Status: Work In Progress

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“You don't have to walk me all the way home, Kura.” Ryou smiled, grateful for the company even though he knew the dark was just itching to go over to the Ishtars'. “It'll take you too long to turn back and go over to Malik's.”

Bakura nuzzled his light's hair “Nonsense, need to make sure my Bunny gets home alright.”

“Kura…” the smaller giggled, lightly wondering what he should wear for dinner.

“Nothing too seductive, don't want that damn snob getting any ideas on the first date.” Bakura growled, his hikari blushing beside him.

“You make it sound as though there'll be more.”

“Only if you want there to be.” They reached the end of the block, Bakura hesitating for a moment before feeling Ryou pull away from him.

“Go on, I don't even want to imagine what they're doing, but I'm sure you want to go join them.” Ryou nodded reassuringly as his yami looked at him worriedly.

“Are you sure?” the anxious dark grinned, shifting about guiltily.

“Yeah, besides, Kaiba will be around in a few minutes and I have to get ready. Um, will…will you come home?” the hikari kneaded his hands together, nervously awaiting no particular answer, but then again, he'd like to at least come home to someone, act like a jittery school girl and dish out his date in full detail to his best friend.

“You want me to come home?” Bakura caught the flash of hurt in his light's eyes and mentally slapped himself “I mean-”

“No! It's alright, I'll probably not notice anyway, be too tired anyway, right?” he gently patted Bakura's cheek and fought the urge to kiss the taller good-bye “Now go, and don't tell me about it.” Ryou giggled and blinked away more tears when the dark kissed him on his fluffy hair and turned, walking down the street far more hurried than the hikari would have liked.

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He felt terrible, he really did, but who the hell could honestly pass the offer of going over to join in on the Ishtars' sex romp? Exactly, no one.

And so Bakura went on his way, throwing guilt laden glances back toward the corner his hikari had long since left, small growls of warnings for Seto Kaiba muttered beneath the dark's breath as he recalled the brunette's acceptance.

What the hell was he so upset about? It was Bakura who had set up the `date', insisted his light go out with someone to help him cope with the loneliness, and parted from Ryou to go join in on some `special' fun of his own.

But it was *his* Ryou nonetheless, his precious Bunny who had never known any other relationship aside from the one with Bakura, and even then, how well had that been in the beginning? Beatings and vicious words were the dark's only understanding of emotional expression; unfortunately, even love seemed to formulate into random bouts of hate. Through it all, Ryou stuck to his feelings and eventually broke through his yami's defense, the two officially becoming a couple over the course of a particular passion filled night, both rather sore the next day with the resolve of staying in bed for as long as they could.

Bakura sighed sadly as he thought back, the gentle words and touches searing his soul as he skimmed Ryou's mind and felt the soft hum of heartbreak, quieted slightly by the anticipation of Seto's arrival.

Deciding against comforting his light, Bakura figured it'd only make his other feel more helpless if it was so obvious he needed the reassurance, the once thief sealed their link tightly and soon found himself at the Ishtar home, devious smirk plastered across his pale face as he heard what was going on within.

The white haired yami sauntered over to the window, knowing well enough the Egyptians had not even the decency to draw the curtain, and grinned at the display. Malik lay sprawled on the floor in such a manner, it was clear he had not been given a chance to even think about Marik's plans. Said yami was currently sheathed deeply within his smaller counterpart, groaning in satisfaction as Malik bucked and wriggled beneath him.

“Marik!…Oh fuck…harder…” the blond hikari panted heavily, sweat making him glisten in the soft blue light from the ignored TV, Marik complying and jerking in and out of his light in harsh motions.

“Fucking little whore…” violet eyes lidded to watch his light through nothing more but chinks of lust smothered eyes. “You like that, don't you?” Marik breathed into his hikari's ear, nipping and violently slamming against Malik's prostate, the light screaming in ecstasy as his body could take no more of the delicious torment, splattering white bliss across both their chests.

Marik growled as his light wound tightly about his erection, muscles clamping and making the yami come. The blondes breathed erratically for a moment, both overrun with exhaustion, but neither willing to admit it. Malik rolled his head back against the floor, eyes shut as he purred contentedly, Marik pulling out and crawling up to lap at his light's chest, cleaning up his other's mess.

A soft, needy groan at the window made them both look up and smirk at Bakura, his hand well into the cookie jar as he tried to relieve the impossible tightness in his pants. The white haired yami grinned back and waved with his free hand, snickering as Marik licked his chops hungrily.

“You know, Kurakura…you're more than welcome to join us in here. That is, unless, the windowsill will be providing you with more than enough pleasure.” Marik crawled over to the window and slid up the wire mesh, sticking his head out and pulling Bakura closer. “Then again, window sex is rather kinky, not to mention amusing for the neighbors, I'm sure.”

“I'm sure.” Bakura groaned quietly as the Egyptian ran his tanned fingers over the paler's jean-restricted bulge, other dark hand holding tight to the thief's hips to keep him in place. The blond yami giggled maniacally as his fingers quickly undid Bakura's button and pulled down the copper zipper, pants slipping just enough so a silvery tuft of curls peeked out. “Marik! You can't be serious-” The thief was silenced with his own loud moan as the Egyptian dark pulled the jeans down just a bit more and deep throated Bakura, swallowing and humming a long lost Egyptian lullaby as he worked the paler. “Oh, Ra…fuck…Mm…Marik…”

The blond smirked around Bakura's length, pulling back and running a well skilled tongue up and down the silken flesh. “My, I must be better than I thought, Malik was saying the exact same thing just moments before you came.” He flicked his tongue at the minute slit, eliciting a pleased hiss from his paler lover, and engulfed Bakura once more, sucking hard while fondling the thief.

Murky brown slid shut as Bakura braced himself against the wall, hands pressed against the pale blue siding as he began bucking into Marik's mouth, breath coming in short spurts as he clawed his way to completion. Bakura stiffened when the warm rush of his orgasm overtook him, Marik purring as he swallowed his lover's seed, loud pop of satisfaction when he pulled away and winked at the white haired yami.

“That'll be nineteen ninety-five.” The blond grinned, ignoring Malik as he crawled over and looked about in a panic to see if anyone had seen what his insatiable yami had done to Bakura.

“Idiot.” Bakura rolled his eyes and managed to stuff himself back into his pants “This isn't an infomercial.”

Marik shrugged and quickly ensnared his light, the youth yelping as he was hauled over his dark's shoulder. “Door's open.” he drawled, tossing Malik onto the coffee table, and straddling him at the chest, Marik's revived arousal pressing against the boy's lips. “Monkey see, monkey do…”

“You fucking calling me a damn monkey?!” Malik growled, lilac eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, resembling his yami to an eerie degree, especially since his gold hair was mussed in ridiculous angles.

“Of course not, Pretty.” Marik leaned forward and kissed his light passionately, gently nipping at the swollen lips when he was done. “We all know you're no monkey.” The blond yami grinned and pressed his length against the youth's lips again, moaning appreciatively when Malik grudgingly opened his mouth and took in his yami. “You're my bitch.”

Malik's eyes narrowed once more at his yami's words, teeth sinking into the hot flesh until Marik winced, and by then, the masochistic dark was groaning in delight at the pain laced pleasure.

“Sadistic bastards.” Bakura chuckled, locking the door behind him and staring at the beautiful display before him. “And you're wrong, Marik.” The violet-eyed dark looked up in hazy question “Malik's not your bitch.” The white haired thief smirked as he circled the two Egyptians, coming up behind Marik and breathing hotly into his ear “You're both my bitches and I'm going to teach you how to respect what's mine…”

Marik moaned at the promise, anticipating one of their many blood-tinged battles for dominance. There was a soft rustling of discarded clothes before the Egyptian dark felt a pair of nearly icy arms wrap themselves about his slender waist, an equally cool chest pressing against his back. Marik shivered from the clash of temperatures, head lolling brokenly as his hikari toyed viciously with his arousal, tongue doing an erotic dance along the stiff flesh.

Bakura attacked the other dark's neck, savagely biting into the sun kissed flesh until it bled, and lapped hungrily at the deep red that bubbled out and trickled down the slender nape. “Hm…” the pale thief grinned against the Egyptian's skin, teeth scraping along the smooth shoulder and running partway down the muscular arm. “Marik's to be punished, that means no head, Malik.”

The small hikari laughed at the murderous flash in his dark's eyes as Malik reclined his head and set Marik's erection free from his mouth. Bakura dug his fingers into the other dark's sides, short nails slitting the flesh from the pressure used to keep Marik from forcibly shoving his arousal back down the hikari's throat.

“Now, now, calm down, Marik.” Bakura held on tightly to the Egyptian and dragged them down Malik's body a bit, stopping when he felt the youth's arousal rub against his ass, Malik moaning at the sensation. “It's only fair you know.” Bakura fisted his hand in the blonde's hair and twisted Marik's head so he was looking into the violet depths, brutally kissing the Egyptian dark while simultaneously thrusting his hips while shoving Marik against himself, the blond yami screaming into the paler's mouth as Bakura succeeded in violently entering the dark.

The eruption of pain overpowered Marik to the point of making him slump against Bakura, the white haired yami pitying the other for only a moment, before pulling out and harshly reentering the Egyptian, who tensed as the pain laced about his spine and centered at his savagely taken entrance. Without the slightest hesitation, Bakura held tightly to Marik's waist and ironically enough, gently lifted him up, as well as himself, moving back only slightly so Malik's erection brushed against the pale flesh of the thief's ass.

Malik purred in ecstasy as the white haired yami eased himself onto the blonde's member, slowly filling himself up with the Egyptian youth and sitting still for a moment, allowing the unprepared muscles to relax and give the blond full access to the thief's body. Languidly, in a harsh rhythm of sensual timing, Bakura began to grind against both Egyptians, rising and repeatedly impaling himself on Malik, while jerking erratically into Marik, the tanned dark groaning in a pleasurable haze of pain.

Intimately connected, the three halves found it possible to feel each other and their desires through an unspeakable link, every possible desire fulfilled by another partner as they moved as one mass of collected passion. Sweat beaded off their bodies, soft cries of want as they pushed farther and neared the brink of completion.

Marik's penis twitched from neglect as he felt the heat rise deep within him, his dark hand creeping ever closer to aid. He was met there by slender fingers already tending to the weeping member, coated with the thick fluid of his precum, stretch of lavender watching him as he laced Marik's fingers with his own. Hikari and yami quickened their pace, roughly massaging Marik's length and feeling the quivering wave of orgasm approach, Bakura's icy fingers seemingly melting with their dark ones as he provided the final touch, jerking harshly and watching with lust drowned brown eyes as Marik cried out and splattered semen across his hikari's chest.

Bakura swallowed the Egyptian's scream as he kissed Marik, groaning into the sloppy display of passion-rung affection as the tanned dark tightened about the paler's member and harshly massaged Bakura in tight contractions. The caramel skinned hikari whimpered pathetically as he felt himself draw ever nearer, platinum locks plastered across his forehead as he struggled to simply breath, soft, sweet scent of sex rolling about in his lungs like a drug, making Malik oblivious to his yami's actions.

The white haired dark emitted a low growl of domination as he finally came, filling Marik and thus marking the vicious yami as his own, nails scraping along the imprinted back in twisted symbolism. Marik felt the hot pulses of white swirl within him, violet drooping in silent submission as Bakura laced his long, white fingers in the disheveled locks of gold and forced the Egyptian to kiss him, tongue mastering the darker yami and pressing the matter of who belonged to who.

Malik was the only one left, the previously exhausted light shuddering as an oncoming torrent of ecstasy promised to come, but didn't for the sole reason the boy was too tired from his yami's earlier foreplay of cat and mouse. Seeing as how he was the smaller of the two, Malik was always the mouse, Marik stalking and teasing like a jungle cat, starved of blood and sex, and far too immersed in his thoughts of just how he was going to play with his toy that day to realize sometimes Malik feared just how far his dark would go. But Bakura made him feel safe, Bakura knew how to tease Marik with even more twisted games, some of which Malik wasn't even allowed to join for fear of any permanent damage to the youth.

By now the red heat at his groin was on the brink of something magical, something unattainable unless someone helped him. After a short spurt of raspy breaths, Marik had been ordered away from Bakura, the paler dark grinning in defiance as the other shot him a murderous look, daring Bakura to push the seam of dominance further. But the Egyptian did as told, sliding off the white haired yami with a wince and groan of pleasure bought pain as Bakura's now limp member left the blond yami, dribbling bits of semen and blood as he collapsed upon the floor and took to watching the thief in action.

Bakura smiled kindly at the hikari, who was too blind from lust and want to really notice anything other than the absence of his yami's weight. Gently Bakura began to shift, riding Malik and eventually letting the youth take control as he bucked up and crashed against the taller's prostate with heated cries, Bakura's vision masked with brilliant stars and flashes as the Egyptian's control snapped and he violently took the matter into his own hands. Malik buried himself deeply within his lover, shuddering harshly as his orgasm finally came, filling Bakura with his hot seed, the once thief growling at the searing pleasure.

The only sound surrounding the three was the raspy rattle of their breaths, a soft chuckle finally escaping Bakura's pale lips as he nodded toward the Egyptian yami, revived hard on caught between his dark fingers. “Did watching a dead sexy tomb robber fuck your precious priestling turn you on, Marik?” Bakura grinned, laying on the intoxicating accent to the other's name.

Marik half glared at the paler yami, eyes slitting to violet slivers as he lolled his head against the sofa brokenly, and continued his ministrations. “Not in the slightest.” He drawled huskily, smirking as he parted his legs wider, putting on quite a show for his two lovers. “But you seem to be enjoying yourself, watching me jerk off.” Marik moaned softly, panting and arching his back to seduce the other dark, tongue running over his parted lips as he stroked himself harder.

“Stupid, insatiable idiots…” Malik murmured, well on his way to sleep as Bakura lifted off of him and crawled over to Marik, the hikari left to curl against himself and purr contentedly at the chaste kiss the thief placed upon his lips before pointedly channeling all his attention toward the Egyptian currently pleasuring himself, Malik already dozing off.

“Love you too, ah, Pretty…” Marik groaned as the other dark deep throated him, the white haired yami working the Egyptian for all he was worth, pulling back suddenly and receiving a threatening growl from the blond.

“You just don't ever seem to get enough, do you?” Bakura whispered against Marik's sweat slicked skin, running his lips and fingers up the tanned flesh of the yami's stomach and chest, nibbling on the taut neck, and kissing the Egyptian with rekindled vigor, sharp taste of spice swirling into his mouth like a heavy aroma.

“Mm, of you? No…” Marik melted against the skimming touches, the just barely there attention driving him mad.

“Good.” His tongue pressed against the pounding artery at Marik's neck, biting the salty flesh one last time before descending once more. Bakura paid special attention to the dusky nipples as he slipped past them, scraping them with his sharpened teeth and nicking the tender flesh around them; reveling in the tiny smears of blood he drew.

Nuzzling the soft strands of gold, Bakura took kitten lick samples of Marik's member, purring as he then began to caress the stiff flesh, the Egyptian groaning when the other's tongue ran the length of Marik's penis, nearly tickling the throbbing vein were it not so arousing.

“Just…just…just fucking blow me already!” Marik nearly screeched, panting as he unsuccessfully tried to buck into the other's mouth.

Bakura's wry grin unsettled the Egyptian, the vampiric canines glinting in the wake of fresh saliva, tongue tracing a pale upper lip. “Why don't you ask politely?”

“Fuck it, Bakura!” the blonde's hands leapt toward his weeping erection, caught in a death grip by slender, white fingers before they could make contact with the aching flesh.

“Beg me for it, Marik…” Bakura breathed against the tanned skin, murky depths filled with ominous thoughts and promises if Marik didn't do as told. “Squirm and beg me to finish it, I'd like nothing more than to suck you off, but you've got to beg…nicely.”

Marik moaned at the other's throaty voice, hot whispers lacing about his body and making him shiver in delight. He swallowed the thick dryness at his throat, opening his mouth and letting wet breaths come out as he tilted his head toward Bakura, lips brushing against the thief's own as he spoke. “Please…please Kurakura. I want you…”

Bakura smirked at the lusty tone, wet kiss sealing Marik's words, flaring thirst surrounding them. The thief broke away and licked Marik's parted lips, crawling back down and hungrily engulfing the Egyptian's length, throat and tongue doing all they could in their skilled dances to treat Marik.

The blonde cried out in breathless ecstasy, fingers drowning themselves in the waves of white tresses, pulling Bakura into a fast paced rhythm the thief unquestionably followed. He felt when Marik's muscles rippled, flesh quivering as his dark body prepared itself for another onslaught of blissful waves. Malik jolted in his sleep when the Egyptian yami screamed, muttering in his sleep about the darks keeping it down even as his other spilled into the paler's mouth, Bakura greedily drinking his lover's essence as Marik's spasms racked the slender frame, the thief suckling the limp flesh clean before pulling back and drawing the other dark against him.

Bakura kneaded his fingers against Marik's scalp, the content dark purring at the soothing action. “I told Pharaoh…you had a talented mouth…” Marik yawned, nuzzling the crook of Bakura's neck and burying his dark face in the waves of silver spikes. “Probably the only fucking thing I've never lied to him about…” he smirked, feeling the deep rumble of Bakura's chuckle as Marik pressed closer against his lover.

“Marik…” Bakura cooed at the half sleeping dark.

“Hm?”

Bakura rolled his eyes at the drowsy reply “Didn't know you to get tired this quick before, then again, I'm sure your hikari wore you out earlier, huh?”

“Fuck…you…” Marik murmured against the paler's neck, sighing softly before melting against the other's chilly warmth.

“Look forward to it, that is, if you think you can dominate me for once.” Bakura smirked, wincing when Marik bit the nape of his neck in reprisal “Shit, ok, just kidding damn it.”

Several minutes passed, Bakura cradling the Egyptian dark until he was sure Marik was deep in sleep, he then carefully scooped the limp form up and gently placed him on the sofa, rolling his eyes when he plucked Malik off the coffee table and settled him in his yami's arms. The two Egyptians made an odd sight; they were beautiful serpents of sleeping lust, serene insanity.

Bakura sighed and looked over himself, he had a throbbing predicament, watching Marik really had been entertaining, not to mention aiding the psychotic yami to his orgasm hadn't helped in the matter, unfortunately he no longer had Ryou do go home to and the dark's habit was now turned against him. Feeling guilty from the realization that he had abused his light's love and trust, not that he hadn't realized this throughout his adulterous times with the Ishtars, Bakura decided on an ice cold shower for punishment.

Stepping right into the shower, for his clothes were obviously long discarded and who the hell knew where, as he had not cared to take notice of where they had landed, Bakura blasted himself with the stinging torrent of icy water, his bones shivering from the intensity.

//Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…//

Bakura's fingers, along with everything else, were numb and struggled with the shower's knob, failing to bring any sort of temperature change as the yami fumbled with the slippery metal, teeth chattering as his body was relentlessly tormented by the inhumane cold. His silver hair hung limply down his back and before his face, blood trickling over his lips and down his chin unnoticed as he couldn't even feel the deep slit on his tongue from where he was biting down so hard.

//Holy hell…how the fuck can water get so damn cold?!//

Filled with the resolve that his erection had been well deterred, for he could no longer even tell if he had a penis, Bakura shakily clattered out of the shower, frozen fist shutting the water off with a loud snap of the knob. Numbed from head to foot, the drenched yami shivered as he stood making a puddle on the lavender tiles, white tendrils matted against his icy skin, and awareness coming only after he felt the distinct warmth of blood lacing down his neck in intricate paths. Bakura mindlessly licked some of the red from his lips, sighing heavily as he rubbed his arms and grabbed the nearest towel, patting himself down and ruffling the mess of white hair so it stood wildly on end when he was done.

There wasn't much to do now, the only time the Ishtar home was interesting was when he and the two Egyptians were keeping each other busy, otherwise Bakura had little reason to stay there. Not to say he didn't like spending time with the duo, he did, after all, attest to loving them through more than just sex, and now that they were openly together, Bakura could get around to the quiet evenings curled up with each other without worrying about an excuse for his absence at home. The only problem was that both yami and hikari always seemed to run on an identical schedule, they were always either hungry, sleepy, bored, bitchy, or horny at the same time, which made it awkward for Bakura since he was then left alone as the other two went on their way to satisfy what they felt if the thief couldn't provide the necessary relief.

But he was sure it would only get better over time, after all, he loved them and they loved him, and nothing could go wrong with such mutual understanding. Then again…

Bakura thought for a bit, hunting for his clothes while trying to avoid tripping on the mess the Ishtars' called home. His pale face wrinkled as he skimmed through his times with the Egyptians and searched for a moment when either had actually told the white haired yami that they loved him, Bakura had just assumed that when one or the other said such a thing to their opposite half, he was included.

The crushing feel of insecurity alarmed Bakura, he had never known the need to hear, be assured, comforted by mere words and phrases he had once let fall so freely from his own lips. Is this how Ryou had felt? Gnawing unpleasantness ever present in the back of his mind, only to be confirmed one day, life screeching to a pointless halt once his heart was twisted and smeared with the obvious truth that had been there all along.

No, they loved him; he knew this and should feel ashamed for even second-guessing the Egyptians. They were just psychotic and didn't know what they felt, unless it was pleasure. But Bakura would fix that, he'd teach them and hand them everything Ryou had given him, after all, it had never failed the hikari. Although it hadn't been right for Bakura and Ryou, there was little question as to what would come between himself and the Ishtars, the thief knew from love came love, of that, he was certain of.

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