Hello! As you can see, this is just a collection of one-shots, drabbles, etc., of my favorite poly pairings written to a selected quote. Thank you for reading, please review!
Speak Low, If You Speak Love
A collection of my favorite multi-person pairing ficlets/drabbles/etc. from Yu-Gi-Oh! written to a selected quote.
Bakushipping (AkefiaxBakuraxRyou)
AU-Set in Ancient Egypt
He must have killed a lot of people to have gotten so rich.
-Moliere, The Imaginary Invalid, 1963
Ryou looked around the Thief King's lair, feeling as though he should be blinded by the sparkling of precious jewels and glinting gold that draped over every available surface in the room; the piles upon piles of wealth were so thick he couldn't see the grey stone floors through their magnificence.
Stepping forward, Ryou was careful not to knock over one of the piles as he searched for his lovers. Ryou never regretted coming with the Thief King or his Prince-this life was far better than his previous one as a slave, hands down. So when Akefia and Bakura had offered, it'd been a simple matter of donning his cloak.
Rounding one of the higher stacks of gold, he found the two he'd been thinking of just moments before unloading a leather sack of rare baubles and trinkets with the confidence of men who knew that should one be lost or damaged, getting a replacement would be child's play.
Akefia was the first to notice him, a smirk lifting the lips of his tan face, powdered lavender eyes shining with excitement. "Ah, hello Precious."
Bakura stopped what he was doing when the other spoke, glancing up as well to half-smile at Ryou, showing off one glinting fang-like tooth. "Precious-right on time."
Ryou's heart pounded, a blush dusting his cheeks, and felt his heart flip in his chest.
Of course, he thought, falling in love had been an unexpected perk of leaving with them.
Akefia beckoned Ryou over, and as he approached, he saw the Thief King pull something from his pocket that he'd obviously separated from the rest of the night's haul. A delicate silver chain, upon which hung a pure white pearl set in white gold was held with the utmost care. Akefia fastened the necklace about Ryou's neck once he was close enough, his thumb brushing over the hollow of Ryou's throat afterwards.
"That's what you wanted, right?" Bakura asked, leaning lazily against a sturdier pile of silver and gold coins with his arms crossed and eyes half-lidded. "A pearl, Precious?"
Ryou stared in awe at the expensive, practically priceless, piece of jewelry that dangled harmlessly from his neck. "B-but…pearls are so…so rare…"
Akefia shrugged, as if it were no big deal. "Our target tonight happened to have one on hand."
Ryou's eyes locked on Akefia's, bright emeralds more beautiful than any gem. "You…," he hesitated, hating having to ask, "you didn't kill him, the previous owner, did you?"
"That old geezer?" Bakura snorted, taking a new position next to Ryou, wrapping one arm about the smaller male's shoulders. "Please Precious, he didn't even wake up."
Ryou smiled in a relief, posture easing. "Good. Are you hungry? I can get you something…"
"Some wine would be nice," Akefia mused, stroking his chin with one dexterous hand.
"Un!" Ryou beamed radiantly, slipping from Bakura's hold to retrieve the drinks.
Once the youngest of the trio was out of sight and hearing, Akefia shot Bakura an amused look. "So, he didn't even wake up, huh?" he chuckled.
Bakura's lips twitched, a dark kind of light entering his brown eyes. "Well he didn't, did he?"
Akefia guffawed. "No, I don't suppose he did. Not even when you drew the blade across his throat."
"It was necessary," Bakura dismissed, waving his hand. "He had something Ryou wanted. We couldn't very well have him waking up and calling the guard, could we?"
"True." Akefia rested an elbow on his knee, propping his chin in his palm. "I take it we aren't going to be telling Precious the truth on this matter?"
Bakura snorted. "Of course not, it wouldn't do to scare him, now would it?"
"No," Akefia breathed, "it wouldn't do at all."
There is one thing that no one, not even fellow thieves knew about the two. If Akefia was the Thief King, and Bakura the Prince, then in their minds there was only one logical position for Ryou to fill.
He was their kingdom.
And like all good rulers, they would lie, cheat, steal, fight, kill, and die for their kingdom. They would do what was necessary to ensure that the kingdom lived a long, happy life-free of war, famine, and pain. As innocent to the outside as they could possibly make it. All they ask in return, is that they be one with the kingdom they protected, that they be able to bask in it's purity, to soak in the gentle, loving light they had lost so very long ago.
If Ryou wanted, he could have asked for the world, and if he truly meant it, his King and Prince would have gladly taken it for him.
Just as they would for each other.
Eyes locked, powdered lilac and deep brown mirroring one another's thoughts in tandem. Tangling his fingers with Bakura's, Akefia led them from the chamber. "Let's go help Precious with those drinks, eh?"
Bakura laughed softly. "Yes, let's."
Later that night, with Ryou cradled between them, Akefia and Bakura somehow managed to grasp one of Ryou's and each others hands-so connected, so undeniably apart of each other that the Gods didn't even have a hope of keeping them apart.
And that's the only way they would have it.
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