Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Transmutation ❯ Transposition ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: tsutsuji 
Malik returns the favor and gives Anzu some lessons in making it good for a guy, and Ryou finally gets in on the act. Conclusion.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.27.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.3K | Visits: 873 | Status: Completed
Malik returns the favor and gives Anzu some lessons in making it good for a guy, and Ryou finally gets in on the act. Conclusion.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.27.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.3K | Visits: 873 | Status: Completed
Title: Transmutation part 3: Transposition
Author: Tsutsuji
Fandom: Yu-gi-oh!
Date written: completed 4/27/05
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Bakura/Ryou/Anzu/Malik, sort of
Original characters: no
Type: hentai, yaoi/slash & het
Warnings: het content. (Imagine having to warn for that!)
Status: in progress
Spoilers: none; takes place during Battle Ship arc.
Disclaimer: I do not own the copyright to these characters and I'm making no profit from this fic and intend no copyright infringement.
Summary: Three spirits, two bodies, a lot of sex. Malik gives Anzu some lessons in lovemaking of his own, then Ryou finally gets in on the act.
Notes: /.../ means mental conversation. *** means change of point of view. You probably already figured that out but I thought I'd mention it anyway.
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3: Transposition
Malik looked up at Bakura's naked arousal, and felt warmth swell deep inside Anzu's body. He tried to convince himself it was only Anzu's dreamy desire causing that feeling, but he failed. He wanted to touch Bakura as much as she did, but he was not ready to admit it, certainly not to Bakura himself.
While he was busy trying to hold himself back, Anzu's will surged forward. Her arms reached for Bakura, and the next thing Malik knew, the solid warmth of that naked body was half-covering hers on the bed. Distracted by the sensation of hot skin and firm muscles pressed against him, he struggled with Anzu's dream-muddled spirit. Meanwhile Bakura laughed and quickly removed the rest of her clothing. Malik tried to stop him, but Anzu's hands wouldn't obey him. He only had enough control at that moment to glare at Bakura, but that didn't help at all.
Soon Malik found himself sitting there naked in Anzu's flushed body, facing Bakura with their legs tangled around each other. He followed the gaze of smoldering brown eyes and looked down at her - at himself. Anzu's large breasts rose and fell rapidly, pink nipples taut and erect. Her firm stomach muscles rippled, and below, the dark patch of hair between her legs glistened with moisture. A confused whirl of emotions, her own and his, made him look away quickly, but then his eye was caught again by the sight of Bakura's hard body.
Bakura reached over and let his fingers play over her nipples. Anzu sighed, and the flesh between her legs throbbed. Malik looked up helplessly as Bakura's hand drifted down and slipped between her thighs. Malik nearly let her close her eyes, fighting against her urge to lift her hips and encourage that hand to delve within again. Somehow he managed to keep her body still. But he was so intent on this that he didn't notice her hands moving along Bakura's thighs until her fingers brushed against the hard shape of his erection.
"Ah!" Malik gasped, but he couldn't draw her hand away. His own curiosity was too strong. What would it feel like to touch another man in that way? He wondered, and he also wondered if he could make Bakura close his eyes and moan helplessly if he tried hard enough.
But now Anzu paused, uncertain of what to do next. She only touched Bakura's rigid flesh tentatively. Running her fingertips up the length, she almost drew back when it twitched upward into her touch.
Bakura leaned forward and caught her chin in his hand, drawing Malik's gaze up to his.
"Now, Malik," he said with a grin, "You've learned several valuable lessons about how to give pleasure to a woman from Anzu. It's time for you to return the favor. Teach her how to give pleasure to a man!"
"What?" Malik sputtered. "I don't... I've never..."
"You've never touched another man? Well, I wondered. But if you say so, I'll believe you," Bakura said, smirking. "Still, you know how to touch yourself in this way, don't you?"
Malik stared at him, trying to look defiant. Bakura's hand closed on Anzu's wrist and placed her hand at the base of his cock.
"Use her hand on me as you would use your own on yourself, Malik," he said. "That will give her the idea, I'm sure!"
Malik tried to protest, but Anzu's fingers opened and spread around Bakura. Malik's own curiosity finally won over, combined with Anzu's, and he let himself feel what she was touching. It was like touching himself, but different, and strange since there was no answering sensation in his own body. For a moment, even Anzu's desire was distracted by mere curiosity as Malik took Bakura in hand firmly.
Still, he could pretend it was Anzu's own curiosity and her own dream that motivated them, and hide the fact that he wanted to feel Bakura's cock swell in his hand, and feel the response of the spirit that dwelled in that deceptively delicate body.
Sighing, Malik gave in to their combined desire and gave his full attention to Bakura's cock. It became more irresistible when Bakura sat back a little with his eyes half closed, clearly enjoying what they were doing to him. He moved Anzu's hand firmly on Bakura's flesh, leaning forward so her other hand could reach in and gather his balls into her palm. It felt good. It made him want to move closer, to feel more of Bakura's skin on hers.
"That's very good, Malik," Bakura said in a low voice. "If you want to make it even better, try some of that ointment on the nightstand."
Malik glanced around in confusion, then spotted what Bakura was talking about. From Anzu's mind he caught a vague memory of a skin cream that had been applied to Ryou's bruises by the medical team. He found the tube and squeezed out a generous glob of it onto Bakura's length. It was cool, making Bakura wince a little when he smeared on, but it warmed quickly, giving off a faint scent of menthol.
Bakura's hips moved upward into her slick touch now, and his hands joined hers in stroking him. They sidled closer together on the bed, until Malik found Anzu's chest pressed against his while their hands fumbled together between them. He suddenly realized he was moaning, using Anzu's voice to make soft pleading sounds. The feel of Bakura's arousal slowly swelling under his touch was even more stimulating than he could have imagined.
Anzu's will struggled forward again, wanting something more. He suddenly became aware again of the dripping heat between her thighs. She raised her face and searched for Bakura's mouth with her own, pressing herself more closely to him. Bakura smiled and joined the kiss.
At the same time, a hand slipped between her legs again, searching for that one particular spot. Malik whimpered, fearing that if Bakura found it, he would not be able to control himself or Anzu any longer. He felt muscles deep inside her clench as if reaching for something, muscles he didn't know existed. It was as if she was trying to hold back the rising wave, but only to make it go deeper and intensify.
Bakura muttered something against her lips that Malik couldn't decipher. It sounded like a question, tinged with a desire he didn't understand. He managed to pry his attention away from the melting waves inside Anzu's body and return it to the hard-slick feeling of Bakura's erection in her hands. Giving in to instinct, he started to pump Bakura steadily.
"Oohhh, yessss...." The kiss broke off suddenly. Malik smiled with satisfaction, before he realized suddenly that the voice that moaned against his cheek was not Bakura's voice. Ryou had come to the surface.
***
Ryou could no longer simply ignore the pleasurable sensations coursing through his body, especially not when Bakura was so intent on making sure he felt them. Without warning, he found himself in control, completely caught up in what Malik's will and Anzu's hands were doing to him. There was no denying that it felt good, as long as he didn't think too much about who was doing it.
/You see, my host? I knew you would be able to enjoy it. You might even find you like a woman's touch after all./
Ryou doubted that. Feeling Anzu's breasts pressed against his chest did little to heighten his state of arousal. The soft, hot, creamy-wet folds of skin in which Bakura's fingers had been playing felt completely strange to him. It wasn't unpleasant, but he hardly knew what to do except slide his fingers around down there randomly. Inadvertently he slipped them deeper inside, just because she moved onto his hand in that way.
But Malik's hand, or rather Anzu's hand moved by Malik's experience, firmly stroking his erection - now, that felt fine. He couldn't hide from Bakura how much he was enjoying that.
/It feels good to be handled by another set of hands, doesn't it?/ Bakura said, urging him to push himself into the fist that gripped him.
/Yes,/ Ryou admitted, /But.../
He caught his thought before it could reveal itself, but it was too late. Bakura prodded his mind.
/But what?/ the spirit asked insistently.
/But, it feels even better when you do it,/ he admitted.
He sensed Bakura's surprise, and then his soft laughter.
/I'm glad to know you've enjoyed it when I've indulged myself in your body, dear host,/ he said. He sounded equally amused and pleased.
Ryou could have continued in this way until the inevitable conclusion, which was growing ever closer. But Anzu began moaning, clutching at him with one hand around his neck to pull him forward, and wrapping her legs more firmly around him. She was trying to pull him down onto the bed, down on top of her. Bakura laughed again.
/It appears that either Malik has lost control completely, or he's given in to a secret desire to be taken like a woman,/ Bakura thought with amusement. /You know what happens next, I hope? I know you're not really inclined this way, my dear delicate host, but you might be surprised if you just give in and try it once!/
Ryou knew. Bakura wanted it, and his own body was beyond caring how it reached its climax as long as it got there. Whether she knew what she was doing or not, Anzu was determined to get what her body desired. It was too late to stop this now, he thought; but if it had to happen, at least he could make it happen on his own terms, in a way that Anzu wouldn't regret later.
Thinking that, Ryou gathered what was left of his wits and took control of his body completely away from Bakura. Then, with a murmured apology, he pushed Anzu back onto the mattress and settled into position between her legs.
***
Bakura's spirit sat back in his place at the back of Ryou's mind, prepared to enjoy himself as he watched his host fumble his way through his first real sexual experience. He was even willing to let Ryou take complete control since he seemed to have decided to let events take their natural course after all.
But to his dismay, as soon as Ryou had settled between Anzu's spread legs and seemed ready to do what was required, he instead lunged over the side of the bed. He sprawled across Anzu so he could reach down and grab his pants off the floor.
/What are you doing, idiot!/ he snapped. Anzu made a sound of protest and clutched at him, trying to draw him back up on top of her. Ryou successfully blocked Bakura's efforts to regain control while he plunged his hands into the pocket of his jeans. To Bakura's further surprise, he pulled something from the pocket before dropping the jeans back onto the floor, and then knelt back in his place between Anzu's legs.
/What are you up to?/ he asked, trying unsuccessfully to regain control of Ryou's body.
"I knew this would happen sooner or later," Ryou muttered. "I knew you'd decide to have sex in my body, and I'd probably end up with some horrible disease or something!"
/What?/ Bakura sputtered. Ryou's sharp image of a disease-ravaged body slowed him down for a second. He marshaled his thoughts, while watching Ryou try to hold off Anzu's hands that were reaching for him. /What are you talking about? Anzu doesn't have any disease you can catch!/
/*What if she gets pregnant?*/ Ryou mentally shouted.
Bakura's mind fell to shocked silence. Ryou took advantage of the moment to rip open the small foil package he'd pulled out of his pocket. Ignoring Malik's impatient muttering and Anzu's anxious whimpers, he took his stiff cock in one hand and started to unroll the condom down over the tip.
/You didn't think about that, did you?/ he thought sharply at Bakura. /The possibility that Anzu could end up carrying my - your - err, our child?/
Bakura tried to get his thought around that. It confused him even more than the fact that Ryou had thwarted his effort at control yet again.
But then he was distracted by the wave of renewed sensation when Ryou rolled the latex sheath down over his length. The ointment Malik had spread over it earlier allowed the condom to slide easily, and increased the sensation of Ryou's fingers. And then Anzu joined her hands to his again, rubbing and squeezing. It was much better than Bakura had expected. In fact, with the way Ryou was thinking back, remembering the times Bakura had handled him in this way and recalling that with intense pleasure, it was even better than it had been.
Anzu surged up against Ryou, throwing one arm around him, and pressing her breasts against his chest. Ryou rubbed his body on hers, but he closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensation of her other hand and his own stroking himself. When her mouth found his, Bakura felt a shocking wave of arousal and emotion, because all Ryou could think about was the way Bakura had touched his body like this in the past.
They became lost in an imagined kiss, until their moment of shared desire was interrupted by a loud moan from Malik.
"Damn it, Bakura," he said through gritted teeth. "She won't stop. Do something!"
Bakura laughed in the back of Ryou's mind. Neither Ryou, Malik, nor Anzu seemed to know just what to do next, even though Anzu was practically climbing into Ryou's lap, trying to get her legs wrapped around him. Left to their own devices, they could probably figure it out eventually, but he decided to take pity on them all at last and guide them to the inevitable conclusion.
/Ryou,/ he thought, catching his host's attention amid the rising swirl of sensation. He coaxed Ryou to open his eyes, only to find Anzu's brown eyes staring into his pleadingly. The sight confused Ryou and he paused, finally giving Bakura the chance to push his way forward again.
"Allow me," he said, more or less to all of them.
He dragged Ryou's reluctant hands off himself and cupped them around Anzu's breasts again. Her eyes opened a little wider then closed in pleasure, but Malik's impatience still showed in the crease in her brows. He returned to their kiss, pushing her back and down. He heard and felt Malik's resistance even as Anzu fell back with a sigh.
He was stretched out on top of her, his latex-clad erection rubbing on her soft mound. He squeezed her breasts and continued the kiss, and felt her body rise under him.
But he also thought of Ryou again. On an impulse, he let himself imagine that he was lying on top of his host instead of Anzu. Ryou cried out in his mind, and a wave of desire so strong it almost blinded him passed through their shared body.
Suddenly, things weren't so clear as they had been. Toying with Malik and acting on the attraction he and Ryou had both felt toward the Egyptian were no longer the point of the activity after all. Sharing the experience with Ryou had become much more important. He deepened the kiss and thought of touching Ryou and giving him pleasure. In some dream-space in their minds, Ryou kissed him back with surprising hunger, and thought in turn of wrapping his own hands around Bakura's stiff erection. Bakura moaned, forgetting about Malik entirely.
But Anzu wrapped her legs around him and tried to get her hand in between their bodies to reach for him. With an effort, he raised his head and looked down into her face.
Malik's scowl stared back at him. He seemed to be trying to stop Anzu's body from writhing against his, but it wasn't working. Bakura grinned.
"Have you lost control completely?" he laughed softly.
"Just finish this," Malik pleaded. "She's driving me mad!"
Malik's hand found his erection and tugged clumsily on it, trying to push it between her legs. At the same moment, the expression on Anzu's face changed, but it was still Malik who looked out of her eyes. It was clear that Malik wanted to feel that hard length inside of him just as much as Anzu did.
Bakura decided it was time to give them all what they wanted.
***
Malik was no longer surprised at the strength of Anzu's desire. The throbbing, liquid heat between her legs would not be denied, and neither would her dream-like urges to touch Bakura's body and draw him into her. But he could no longer pretend that the desire to touch Bakura was all hers. He knew he'd wanted the firm touch of those hands since he'd first seen Bakura. The weight of the taught-muscled body on his, the taste of Bakura's hungry mouth, inflamed him. Even though the sensations of arousal were so different, he knew it was his own arousal as much as her own that made her legs spread and her hands reach for him.
His mind became joined with Anzu's in the single purpose of getting Bakura closer and feeling him inside her body. Malik had only the most vague idea of what this should be, and Anzu's imagination was not much more clear on the matter, but they knew what they wanted even so. They moaned gratefully when Bakura finally reached between them and parted her wet, swollen lips with one hand, and pressed the tip of his erection inside.
The thick tip entered slowly at first, then suddenly pushed in deeper as Anzu rose up and at the same moment Bakura lowered onto her. Malik gasped, expecting pain. There was only a little discomfort, a tight-stretched feeling that was as much pleasure as it was pain. Then there was the strangeness of feeling filled, of wanting to open wider and be filled still more. Malik still had to resist a little against the full weight and pressure of Bakura bearing down on them. But for Anzu, since it was only a sensuous dream in her mind, there was nothing to fear, and she gave in to the need to pull Bakura in deeper.
Malik's concerns and all his other thoughts were flooded away by Anzu's surge of need. It wasn't enough to feel Bakura's hard length pushing ever deeper. Her body went wild with wanting more, rocking and writhing under Bakura's to try to find what she needed. Every part of her felt sensitized, reaching for something, all sensation flowing again toward that center of pleasure between her legs.
"More," he demanded on her behalf. "More!"
He barely saw the dark spirit's grin before Bakura thrust into her sharply, simultaneously filling her to the depths and somehow hitting that spot of blinding pleasure. Malik's control was shattered. It felt so good he didn't even care.
***
Anzu knew it had to be a dream, now, because nothing real could feel this good. But it was like a dream that was drifting toward wakefulness, like the time she'd awoken from some dream of warm lips and vaguely imagined movements to find her body riding a peak of pleasure.
But this time, she was still cresting the wave when she woke up. Confusingly, the sensations didn't fade away into half-remembered dreams, but became sharper and more intense. She opened her eyes. Amid all the pleasurable sensations rocking her body, the most surprising of all was the sight of Ryou Bakura's brown eyes staring down at her.
"Bakura?" she said questioningly, but it came out as a whimper of longing.
He didn't hear her. He didn't even see her, she realized, but stared at some inner vision of his own longing. The grimace of pleasure on his face reflected her own.
Then, for a moment, their eyes met. More than that, it was as if their minds spoke together.
/Anzu! I'm sorry!/ she heard Ryou's soft voice like a thought in her own mind.
/Why? It feels so good!/ she answered. There was a mental sensation as if they embraced, and then she moved, surging upward to take him in, to make sure he felt as she did. She sensed his surprise as his body answered hers with another urgent thrust.
Their thoughts were swept apart on the deeper wave of pleasure. But it seemed as if there was another mind, another presence, waiting for her there, deep inside her self. The pleasure started to peak as Ryou's body pounded more quickly into hers. At the height, before the plunge, she stared up at him again. But this time, instead of Ryou's brown eyes and pale cloud of hair, she saw tanned skin, sun-gold hair, and beautiful, violet eyes.
"Namu?" she thought in wonder. "Malik?"
He was the one who was the real source of all this pleasure. With that thought, Anzu felt desire burst inside. Wave after beautiful wave of it surged through her body. In the midst of it all, she saw violet eyes wide with wonder, sharing every perfect wave of it with her.
***
Ryou barely held on, the feeling was so intense when Anzu's body convulsed around him. His own orgasm struck so hard and sharp it would have been painful if he'd had to endure it alone. But Bakura was there with him. That was all he was aware of, and for a moment it was all he needed.
When he finally fell out of the blinding fog and found himself once again locked in Anzu's arms and legs, it was a few more seconds before his brain started to work again. His first thought seemed completely bizarre.
/Did she just call out Malik's name?/ he wondered dizzily.
Bakura chuckled inside his mind. /Perhaps this is the start of a wonderful, peculiar relationship,/ the spirit thought.
Ryou shied away from wondering if that applied to them as well. He concentrated instead on being able to move, which was difficult since he felt like a dead weight. He managed to roll off to the side, wincing as his incredibly sensitive cock slipped out of her.
Neither Malik nor Anzu seemed to be conscious at the surface. Her face smiled dreamily, but her eyes were closed. Limp hands tried to hold onto him as he eased away from her, but then she curled into herself with a happy sigh.
"Anzu?" he said very softly.
A tiny frown creased her brow, and a second later the eyes opened. They focused quickly and sharply on his face.
"Bakura? Why have you let your host take over?" Malik asked suspiciously. He seemed to be struggling to rouse himself.
Bakura took over easily; Ryou had no desire to discuss the situation with Malik.
"Did you enjoy yourself, Malik?" Bakura said. "It certainly appears that Anzu did. No doubt she'll be dreaming of this for a very long time."
Malik's look of distress and confusion almost made even Ryou laugh.
"I... suppose I could say I enjoyed this," he said cautiously. "But this is quite enough!"
He tried to get Anzu's body to sit up, but it looked like he was still distracted by the aftermath of her orgasm. Ryou was no judge, but Bakura guessed it had been very, very good for her.
Malik glanced down at her body but looked away quickly, as if the sight of it might arouse him again.
"You've made your point!" Malik snapped at Bakura. "Now, let's get back to the task of getting my own body back!"
Bakura sat up as well. Malik glared up at him as he leaned over her and placed his hand on her thigh.
"Are you sure you're completely satisfied? More to the point, are you sure Anzu is?"
Anzu's eyes glanced down at Bakura's hand, but then Malik's expression took over, an expression of horror.
"It can't be! She... this body... she's becoming aroused again, already!"
Bakura's hand moved higher. Malik grabbed it to keep it still.
"Bakura! Stop this at once!"
"A woman is capable of going on like this for hours, especially if her inhibitions are removed, and if she truly desires the one she's with."
Malik looked at him pleadingly. It was clear from the tremble in his hand on Bakura's that he was fighting to keep control.
"I can't defeat my darker self in this state! I have to get my own body back! Help me!"
Bakura had almost forgotten about Malik's darker side. Prompted by Ryou's mental squeak of alarm at the reminder, he reached out to sense the dark presence with his shadow powers. What he discovered worried him.
"As much as I would prefer to continue our play here, I suppose you're right," he said. "Your other self is on the move, and if I'm to collect the Millennium Rod from him, I'd better do it before he gets any stronger."
He lifted his hand from Anzu's thigh. With one last appreciative look at her body, he moved away and stood up. Turning away from her, he bent down to find Ryou's jeans on the floor. "Get dressed, and we'll go find your darker side and deal with him. Perhaps, after that..."
"No!"
Bakura turned around to find Anzu's hand reaching for him. Malik stared up from her face pleadingly.
"What do you mean, no? Make up your mind, Malik; do you want to play some more, or do you want to get your body back now?"
"I mean, I can't go like this! She won't let me! She wants.... more..."
The last word was a moan of conflicted longing. Bakura scowled down at her for a moment.
"What do you intend to do? You can't stay here while I confront your other self, or I won't be able to move your spirit back into your body with the Ring."
"I know..." Malik sat there with Anzu's fists clenched, clearly doing all he could to prevent her from touching herself, or reaching out to him again. He stared at nothing for a few seconds, looking desperate, but then his gaze focused - on Bakura's naked body.
Bakura smirked. He turned away and pulled on Ryou's jeans.
"Does that help any?" he said, turning back.
Anzu's head gave a shake. "No. Not really."
Bakura cocked his head at them. "Perhaps if you explain the situation to her?"
"I've tried that. She thinks she's dreaming. She doesn't want to wake up."
Bakura found this highly amusing, but he also knew it was becoming urgent that they confront Malik's darker self. It had something evil planned, he could sense that much, but he didn't dare probe further or the dark one would become aware of him too soon. He could only think of one thing to do, but he knew his host was not going to like it.
"Alright, Malik. If you have really lost control of your temporary host, I'll allow you to share mine again, only for this one task - and I remain in full control! Do you understand?"
He addressed the question to both Ryou and Malik. His mind was so muddled with Anzu's dreamy desires, Malik needed a few seconds for the suggestion to sink in and make sense. Ryou was surprisingly willing to go along with the plan.
/As long as you're in control,/ Ryou said. /I trust you./
Once Malik understood, he nodded. "Thank you," he said sincerely.
Bakura shrugged. Being thanked by one and trusted by another in the same moment was an odd experience for him.
"I'm just doing what I must to acquire all seven Millennium Items," he insisted. He ignored the fact that neither of them believed him, especially not Ryou.
Once Malik had transferred his consciousness to Ryou's body, Anzu drifted toward true sleep. After that, it was much easier for Malik to use the small amount of control he retained in order to get her dressed again. They left her dreaming, kneeling on the floor with her head cradled on her arms on Ryou's empty bed.
Bakura opened the door cautiously. Unsure of how much time had passed, he was glad to find that the corridor was now nearly dark, and no guards were visible. As far as he could tell, even Yugi was sound asleep.
Before the left the room, Malik coaxed Bakura to pause once and look back at Anzu, just to see her smiling in her dream.
===The End===
Author: Tsutsuji
Fandom: Yu-gi-oh!
Date written: completed 4/27/05
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Bakura/Ryou/Anzu/Malik, sort of
Original characters: no
Type: hentai, yaoi/slash & het
Warnings: het content. (Imagine having to warn for that!)
Status: in progress
Spoilers: none; takes place during Battle Ship arc.
Disclaimer: I do not own the copyright to these characters and I'm making no profit from this fic and intend no copyright infringement.
Summary: Three spirits, two bodies, a lot of sex. Malik gives Anzu some lessons in lovemaking of his own, then Ryou finally gets in on the act.
Notes: /.../ means mental conversation. *** means change of point of view. You probably already figured that out but I thought I'd mention it anyway.
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3: Transposition
Malik looked up at Bakura's naked arousal, and felt warmth swell deep inside Anzu's body. He tried to convince himself it was only Anzu's dreamy desire causing that feeling, but he failed. He wanted to touch Bakura as much as she did, but he was not ready to admit it, certainly not to Bakura himself.
While he was busy trying to hold himself back, Anzu's will surged forward. Her arms reached for Bakura, and the next thing Malik knew, the solid warmth of that naked body was half-covering hers on the bed. Distracted by the sensation of hot skin and firm muscles pressed against him, he struggled with Anzu's dream-muddled spirit. Meanwhile Bakura laughed and quickly removed the rest of her clothing. Malik tried to stop him, but Anzu's hands wouldn't obey him. He only had enough control at that moment to glare at Bakura, but that didn't help at all.
Soon Malik found himself sitting there naked in Anzu's flushed body, facing Bakura with their legs tangled around each other. He followed the gaze of smoldering brown eyes and looked down at her - at himself. Anzu's large breasts rose and fell rapidly, pink nipples taut and erect. Her firm stomach muscles rippled, and below, the dark patch of hair between her legs glistened with moisture. A confused whirl of emotions, her own and his, made him look away quickly, but then his eye was caught again by the sight of Bakura's hard body.
Bakura reached over and let his fingers play over her nipples. Anzu sighed, and the flesh between her legs throbbed. Malik looked up helplessly as Bakura's hand drifted down and slipped between her thighs. Malik nearly let her close her eyes, fighting against her urge to lift her hips and encourage that hand to delve within again. Somehow he managed to keep her body still. But he was so intent on this that he didn't notice her hands moving along Bakura's thighs until her fingers brushed against the hard shape of his erection.
"Ah!" Malik gasped, but he couldn't draw her hand away. His own curiosity was too strong. What would it feel like to touch another man in that way? He wondered, and he also wondered if he could make Bakura close his eyes and moan helplessly if he tried hard enough.
But now Anzu paused, uncertain of what to do next. She only touched Bakura's rigid flesh tentatively. Running her fingertips up the length, she almost drew back when it twitched upward into her touch.
Bakura leaned forward and caught her chin in his hand, drawing Malik's gaze up to his.
"Now, Malik," he said with a grin, "You've learned several valuable lessons about how to give pleasure to a woman from Anzu. It's time for you to return the favor. Teach her how to give pleasure to a man!"
"What?" Malik sputtered. "I don't... I've never..."
"You've never touched another man? Well, I wondered. But if you say so, I'll believe you," Bakura said, smirking. "Still, you know how to touch yourself in this way, don't you?"
Malik stared at him, trying to look defiant. Bakura's hand closed on Anzu's wrist and placed her hand at the base of his cock.
"Use her hand on me as you would use your own on yourself, Malik," he said. "That will give her the idea, I'm sure!"
Malik tried to protest, but Anzu's fingers opened and spread around Bakura. Malik's own curiosity finally won over, combined with Anzu's, and he let himself feel what she was touching. It was like touching himself, but different, and strange since there was no answering sensation in his own body. For a moment, even Anzu's desire was distracted by mere curiosity as Malik took Bakura in hand firmly.
Still, he could pretend it was Anzu's own curiosity and her own dream that motivated them, and hide the fact that he wanted to feel Bakura's cock swell in his hand, and feel the response of the spirit that dwelled in that deceptively delicate body.
Sighing, Malik gave in to their combined desire and gave his full attention to Bakura's cock. It became more irresistible when Bakura sat back a little with his eyes half closed, clearly enjoying what they were doing to him. He moved Anzu's hand firmly on Bakura's flesh, leaning forward so her other hand could reach in and gather his balls into her palm. It felt good. It made him want to move closer, to feel more of Bakura's skin on hers.
"That's very good, Malik," Bakura said in a low voice. "If you want to make it even better, try some of that ointment on the nightstand."
Malik glanced around in confusion, then spotted what Bakura was talking about. From Anzu's mind he caught a vague memory of a skin cream that had been applied to Ryou's bruises by the medical team. He found the tube and squeezed out a generous glob of it onto Bakura's length. It was cool, making Bakura wince a little when he smeared on, but it warmed quickly, giving off a faint scent of menthol.
Bakura's hips moved upward into her slick touch now, and his hands joined hers in stroking him. They sidled closer together on the bed, until Malik found Anzu's chest pressed against his while their hands fumbled together between them. He suddenly realized he was moaning, using Anzu's voice to make soft pleading sounds. The feel of Bakura's arousal slowly swelling under his touch was even more stimulating than he could have imagined.
Anzu's will struggled forward again, wanting something more. He suddenly became aware again of the dripping heat between her thighs. She raised her face and searched for Bakura's mouth with her own, pressing herself more closely to him. Bakura smiled and joined the kiss.
At the same time, a hand slipped between her legs again, searching for that one particular spot. Malik whimpered, fearing that if Bakura found it, he would not be able to control himself or Anzu any longer. He felt muscles deep inside her clench as if reaching for something, muscles he didn't know existed. It was as if she was trying to hold back the rising wave, but only to make it go deeper and intensify.
Bakura muttered something against her lips that Malik couldn't decipher. It sounded like a question, tinged with a desire he didn't understand. He managed to pry his attention away from the melting waves inside Anzu's body and return it to the hard-slick feeling of Bakura's erection in her hands. Giving in to instinct, he started to pump Bakura steadily.
"Oohhh, yessss...." The kiss broke off suddenly. Malik smiled with satisfaction, before he realized suddenly that the voice that moaned against his cheek was not Bakura's voice. Ryou had come to the surface.
***
Ryou could no longer simply ignore the pleasurable sensations coursing through his body, especially not when Bakura was so intent on making sure he felt them. Without warning, he found himself in control, completely caught up in what Malik's will and Anzu's hands were doing to him. There was no denying that it felt good, as long as he didn't think too much about who was doing it.
/You see, my host? I knew you would be able to enjoy it. You might even find you like a woman's touch after all./
Ryou doubted that. Feeling Anzu's breasts pressed against his chest did little to heighten his state of arousal. The soft, hot, creamy-wet folds of skin in which Bakura's fingers had been playing felt completely strange to him. It wasn't unpleasant, but he hardly knew what to do except slide his fingers around down there randomly. Inadvertently he slipped them deeper inside, just because she moved onto his hand in that way.
But Malik's hand, or rather Anzu's hand moved by Malik's experience, firmly stroking his erection - now, that felt fine. He couldn't hide from Bakura how much he was enjoying that.
/It feels good to be handled by another set of hands, doesn't it?/ Bakura said, urging him to push himself into the fist that gripped him.
/Yes,/ Ryou admitted, /But.../
He caught his thought before it could reveal itself, but it was too late. Bakura prodded his mind.
/But what?/ the spirit asked insistently.
/But, it feels even better when you do it,/ he admitted.
He sensed Bakura's surprise, and then his soft laughter.
/I'm glad to know you've enjoyed it when I've indulged myself in your body, dear host,/ he said. He sounded equally amused and pleased.
Ryou could have continued in this way until the inevitable conclusion, which was growing ever closer. But Anzu began moaning, clutching at him with one hand around his neck to pull him forward, and wrapping her legs more firmly around him. She was trying to pull him down onto the bed, down on top of her. Bakura laughed again.
/It appears that either Malik has lost control completely, or he's given in to a secret desire to be taken like a woman,/ Bakura thought with amusement. /You know what happens next, I hope? I know you're not really inclined this way, my dear delicate host, but you might be surprised if you just give in and try it once!/
Ryou knew. Bakura wanted it, and his own body was beyond caring how it reached its climax as long as it got there. Whether she knew what she was doing or not, Anzu was determined to get what her body desired. It was too late to stop this now, he thought; but if it had to happen, at least he could make it happen on his own terms, in a way that Anzu wouldn't regret later.
Thinking that, Ryou gathered what was left of his wits and took control of his body completely away from Bakura. Then, with a murmured apology, he pushed Anzu back onto the mattress and settled into position between her legs.
***
Bakura's spirit sat back in his place at the back of Ryou's mind, prepared to enjoy himself as he watched his host fumble his way through his first real sexual experience. He was even willing to let Ryou take complete control since he seemed to have decided to let events take their natural course after all.
But to his dismay, as soon as Ryou had settled between Anzu's spread legs and seemed ready to do what was required, he instead lunged over the side of the bed. He sprawled across Anzu so he could reach down and grab his pants off the floor.
/What are you doing, idiot!/ he snapped. Anzu made a sound of protest and clutched at him, trying to draw him back up on top of her. Ryou successfully blocked Bakura's efforts to regain control while he plunged his hands into the pocket of his jeans. To Bakura's further surprise, he pulled something from the pocket before dropping the jeans back onto the floor, and then knelt back in his place between Anzu's legs.
/What are you up to?/ he asked, trying unsuccessfully to regain control of Ryou's body.
"I knew this would happen sooner or later," Ryou muttered. "I knew you'd decide to have sex in my body, and I'd probably end up with some horrible disease or something!"
/What?/ Bakura sputtered. Ryou's sharp image of a disease-ravaged body slowed him down for a second. He marshaled his thoughts, while watching Ryou try to hold off Anzu's hands that were reaching for him. /What are you talking about? Anzu doesn't have any disease you can catch!/
/*What if she gets pregnant?*/ Ryou mentally shouted.
Bakura's mind fell to shocked silence. Ryou took advantage of the moment to rip open the small foil package he'd pulled out of his pocket. Ignoring Malik's impatient muttering and Anzu's anxious whimpers, he took his stiff cock in one hand and started to unroll the condom down over the tip.
/You didn't think about that, did you?/ he thought sharply at Bakura. /The possibility that Anzu could end up carrying my - your - err, our child?/
Bakura tried to get his thought around that. It confused him even more than the fact that Ryou had thwarted his effort at control yet again.
But then he was distracted by the wave of renewed sensation when Ryou rolled the latex sheath down over his length. The ointment Malik had spread over it earlier allowed the condom to slide easily, and increased the sensation of Ryou's fingers. And then Anzu joined her hands to his again, rubbing and squeezing. It was much better than Bakura had expected. In fact, with the way Ryou was thinking back, remembering the times Bakura had handled him in this way and recalling that with intense pleasure, it was even better than it had been.
Anzu surged up against Ryou, throwing one arm around him, and pressing her breasts against his chest. Ryou rubbed his body on hers, but he closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensation of her other hand and his own stroking himself. When her mouth found his, Bakura felt a shocking wave of arousal and emotion, because all Ryou could think about was the way Bakura had touched his body like this in the past.
They became lost in an imagined kiss, until their moment of shared desire was interrupted by a loud moan from Malik.
"Damn it, Bakura," he said through gritted teeth. "She won't stop. Do something!"
Bakura laughed in the back of Ryou's mind. Neither Ryou, Malik, nor Anzu seemed to know just what to do next, even though Anzu was practically climbing into Ryou's lap, trying to get her legs wrapped around him. Left to their own devices, they could probably figure it out eventually, but he decided to take pity on them all at last and guide them to the inevitable conclusion.
/Ryou,/ he thought, catching his host's attention amid the rising swirl of sensation. He coaxed Ryou to open his eyes, only to find Anzu's brown eyes staring into his pleadingly. The sight confused Ryou and he paused, finally giving Bakura the chance to push his way forward again.
"Allow me," he said, more or less to all of them.
He dragged Ryou's reluctant hands off himself and cupped them around Anzu's breasts again. Her eyes opened a little wider then closed in pleasure, but Malik's impatience still showed in the crease in her brows. He returned to their kiss, pushing her back and down. He heard and felt Malik's resistance even as Anzu fell back with a sigh.
He was stretched out on top of her, his latex-clad erection rubbing on her soft mound. He squeezed her breasts and continued the kiss, and felt her body rise under him.
But he also thought of Ryou again. On an impulse, he let himself imagine that he was lying on top of his host instead of Anzu. Ryou cried out in his mind, and a wave of desire so strong it almost blinded him passed through their shared body.
Suddenly, things weren't so clear as they had been. Toying with Malik and acting on the attraction he and Ryou had both felt toward the Egyptian were no longer the point of the activity after all. Sharing the experience with Ryou had become much more important. He deepened the kiss and thought of touching Ryou and giving him pleasure. In some dream-space in their minds, Ryou kissed him back with surprising hunger, and thought in turn of wrapping his own hands around Bakura's stiff erection. Bakura moaned, forgetting about Malik entirely.
But Anzu wrapped her legs around him and tried to get her hand in between their bodies to reach for him. With an effort, he raised his head and looked down into her face.
Malik's scowl stared back at him. He seemed to be trying to stop Anzu's body from writhing against his, but it wasn't working. Bakura grinned.
"Have you lost control completely?" he laughed softly.
"Just finish this," Malik pleaded. "She's driving me mad!"
Malik's hand found his erection and tugged clumsily on it, trying to push it between her legs. At the same moment, the expression on Anzu's face changed, but it was still Malik who looked out of her eyes. It was clear that Malik wanted to feel that hard length inside of him just as much as Anzu did.
Bakura decided it was time to give them all what they wanted.
***
Malik was no longer surprised at the strength of Anzu's desire. The throbbing, liquid heat between her legs would not be denied, and neither would her dream-like urges to touch Bakura's body and draw him into her. But he could no longer pretend that the desire to touch Bakura was all hers. He knew he'd wanted the firm touch of those hands since he'd first seen Bakura. The weight of the taught-muscled body on his, the taste of Bakura's hungry mouth, inflamed him. Even though the sensations of arousal were so different, he knew it was his own arousal as much as her own that made her legs spread and her hands reach for him.
His mind became joined with Anzu's in the single purpose of getting Bakura closer and feeling him inside her body. Malik had only the most vague idea of what this should be, and Anzu's imagination was not much more clear on the matter, but they knew what they wanted even so. They moaned gratefully when Bakura finally reached between them and parted her wet, swollen lips with one hand, and pressed the tip of his erection inside.
The thick tip entered slowly at first, then suddenly pushed in deeper as Anzu rose up and at the same moment Bakura lowered onto her. Malik gasped, expecting pain. There was only a little discomfort, a tight-stretched feeling that was as much pleasure as it was pain. Then there was the strangeness of feeling filled, of wanting to open wider and be filled still more. Malik still had to resist a little against the full weight and pressure of Bakura bearing down on them. But for Anzu, since it was only a sensuous dream in her mind, there was nothing to fear, and she gave in to the need to pull Bakura in deeper.
Malik's concerns and all his other thoughts were flooded away by Anzu's surge of need. It wasn't enough to feel Bakura's hard length pushing ever deeper. Her body went wild with wanting more, rocking and writhing under Bakura's to try to find what she needed. Every part of her felt sensitized, reaching for something, all sensation flowing again toward that center of pleasure between her legs.
"More," he demanded on her behalf. "More!"
He barely saw the dark spirit's grin before Bakura thrust into her sharply, simultaneously filling her to the depths and somehow hitting that spot of blinding pleasure. Malik's control was shattered. It felt so good he didn't even care.
***
Anzu knew it had to be a dream, now, because nothing real could feel this good. But it was like a dream that was drifting toward wakefulness, like the time she'd awoken from some dream of warm lips and vaguely imagined movements to find her body riding a peak of pleasure.
But this time, she was still cresting the wave when she woke up. Confusingly, the sensations didn't fade away into half-remembered dreams, but became sharper and more intense. She opened her eyes. Amid all the pleasurable sensations rocking her body, the most surprising of all was the sight of Ryou Bakura's brown eyes staring down at her.
"Bakura?" she said questioningly, but it came out as a whimper of longing.
He didn't hear her. He didn't even see her, she realized, but stared at some inner vision of his own longing. The grimace of pleasure on his face reflected her own.
Then, for a moment, their eyes met. More than that, it was as if their minds spoke together.
/Anzu! I'm sorry!/ she heard Ryou's soft voice like a thought in her own mind.
/Why? It feels so good!/ she answered. There was a mental sensation as if they embraced, and then she moved, surging upward to take him in, to make sure he felt as she did. She sensed his surprise as his body answered hers with another urgent thrust.
Their thoughts were swept apart on the deeper wave of pleasure. But it seemed as if there was another mind, another presence, waiting for her there, deep inside her self. The pleasure started to peak as Ryou's body pounded more quickly into hers. At the height, before the plunge, she stared up at him again. But this time, instead of Ryou's brown eyes and pale cloud of hair, she saw tanned skin, sun-gold hair, and beautiful, violet eyes.
"Namu?" she thought in wonder. "Malik?"
He was the one who was the real source of all this pleasure. With that thought, Anzu felt desire burst inside. Wave after beautiful wave of it surged through her body. In the midst of it all, she saw violet eyes wide with wonder, sharing every perfect wave of it with her.
***
Ryou barely held on, the feeling was so intense when Anzu's body convulsed around him. His own orgasm struck so hard and sharp it would have been painful if he'd had to endure it alone. But Bakura was there with him. That was all he was aware of, and for a moment it was all he needed.
When he finally fell out of the blinding fog and found himself once again locked in Anzu's arms and legs, it was a few more seconds before his brain started to work again. His first thought seemed completely bizarre.
/Did she just call out Malik's name?/ he wondered dizzily.
Bakura chuckled inside his mind. /Perhaps this is the start of a wonderful, peculiar relationship,/ the spirit thought.
Ryou shied away from wondering if that applied to them as well. He concentrated instead on being able to move, which was difficult since he felt like a dead weight. He managed to roll off to the side, wincing as his incredibly sensitive cock slipped out of her.
Neither Malik nor Anzu seemed to be conscious at the surface. Her face smiled dreamily, but her eyes were closed. Limp hands tried to hold onto him as he eased away from her, but then she curled into herself with a happy sigh.
"Anzu?" he said very softly.
A tiny frown creased her brow, and a second later the eyes opened. They focused quickly and sharply on his face.
"Bakura? Why have you let your host take over?" Malik asked suspiciously. He seemed to be struggling to rouse himself.
Bakura took over easily; Ryou had no desire to discuss the situation with Malik.
"Did you enjoy yourself, Malik?" Bakura said. "It certainly appears that Anzu did. No doubt she'll be dreaming of this for a very long time."
Malik's look of distress and confusion almost made even Ryou laugh.
"I... suppose I could say I enjoyed this," he said cautiously. "But this is quite enough!"
He tried to get Anzu's body to sit up, but it looked like he was still distracted by the aftermath of her orgasm. Ryou was no judge, but Bakura guessed it had been very, very good for her.
Malik glanced down at her body but looked away quickly, as if the sight of it might arouse him again.
"You've made your point!" Malik snapped at Bakura. "Now, let's get back to the task of getting my own body back!"
Bakura sat up as well. Malik glared up at him as he leaned over her and placed his hand on her thigh.
"Are you sure you're completely satisfied? More to the point, are you sure Anzu is?"
Anzu's eyes glanced down at Bakura's hand, but then Malik's expression took over, an expression of horror.
"It can't be! She... this body... she's becoming aroused again, already!"
Bakura's hand moved higher. Malik grabbed it to keep it still.
"Bakura! Stop this at once!"
"A woman is capable of going on like this for hours, especially if her inhibitions are removed, and if she truly desires the one she's with."
Malik looked at him pleadingly. It was clear from the tremble in his hand on Bakura's that he was fighting to keep control.
"I can't defeat my darker self in this state! I have to get my own body back! Help me!"
Bakura had almost forgotten about Malik's darker side. Prompted by Ryou's mental squeak of alarm at the reminder, he reached out to sense the dark presence with his shadow powers. What he discovered worried him.
"As much as I would prefer to continue our play here, I suppose you're right," he said. "Your other self is on the move, and if I'm to collect the Millennium Rod from him, I'd better do it before he gets any stronger."
He lifted his hand from Anzu's thigh. With one last appreciative look at her body, he moved away and stood up. Turning away from her, he bent down to find Ryou's jeans on the floor. "Get dressed, and we'll go find your darker side and deal with him. Perhaps, after that..."
"No!"
Bakura turned around to find Anzu's hand reaching for him. Malik stared up from her face pleadingly.
"What do you mean, no? Make up your mind, Malik; do you want to play some more, or do you want to get your body back now?"
"I mean, I can't go like this! She won't let me! She wants.... more..."
The last word was a moan of conflicted longing. Bakura scowled down at her for a moment.
"What do you intend to do? You can't stay here while I confront your other self, or I won't be able to move your spirit back into your body with the Ring."
"I know..." Malik sat there with Anzu's fists clenched, clearly doing all he could to prevent her from touching herself, or reaching out to him again. He stared at nothing for a few seconds, looking desperate, but then his gaze focused - on Bakura's naked body.
Bakura smirked. He turned away and pulled on Ryou's jeans.
"Does that help any?" he said, turning back.
Anzu's head gave a shake. "No. Not really."
Bakura cocked his head at them. "Perhaps if you explain the situation to her?"
"I've tried that. She thinks she's dreaming. She doesn't want to wake up."
Bakura found this highly amusing, but he also knew it was becoming urgent that they confront Malik's darker self. It had something evil planned, he could sense that much, but he didn't dare probe further or the dark one would become aware of him too soon. He could only think of one thing to do, but he knew his host was not going to like it.
"Alright, Malik. If you have really lost control of your temporary host, I'll allow you to share mine again, only for this one task - and I remain in full control! Do you understand?"
He addressed the question to both Ryou and Malik. His mind was so muddled with Anzu's dreamy desires, Malik needed a few seconds for the suggestion to sink in and make sense. Ryou was surprisingly willing to go along with the plan.
/As long as you're in control,/ Ryou said. /I trust you./
Once Malik understood, he nodded. "Thank you," he said sincerely.
Bakura shrugged. Being thanked by one and trusted by another in the same moment was an odd experience for him.
"I'm just doing what I must to acquire all seven Millennium Items," he insisted. He ignored the fact that neither of them believed him, especially not Ryou.
Once Malik had transferred his consciousness to Ryou's body, Anzu drifted toward true sleep. After that, it was much easier for Malik to use the small amount of control he retained in order to get her dressed again. They left her dreaming, kneeling on the floor with her head cradled on her arms on Ryou's empty bed.
Bakura opened the door cautiously. Unsure of how much time had passed, he was glad to find that the corridor was now nearly dark, and no guards were visible. As far as he could tell, even Yugi was sound asleep.
Before the left the room, Malik coaxed Bakura to pause once and look back at Anzu, just to see her smiling in her dream.
===The End===