Title: The Trouble with Triangles
Characters:Thief King Bakura/Malik (implied Citronshipping), Ryou
Prompt: 042 – Triangle.
Word Count: 502
Rating: PG-13, just for the innuendos...And not so innuendos.
Summary: Malik gets huffy after being shut down by both Bakura and Ryou.
Author's Notes: This is dedicated to the lovely Hanna (Sierra's Darkness on Fanfiction) for her amazing Citronshipping stories. I also apologize, because I am so rusty with these characters. Forgive me! This story is nothing but a big mess.
Remember, just because he is called Bakura sometimes in my stories, he still is Thief King Bakura. Not the pale one, the Ancient Egyptian one with the scar and nice tan.
And I hate how Fanfiction won't put the indents in when I want to show a new paragraph. So I'm sorry if it's a bit confusing about who's speaking. For shame, Fanfiction. For shame.
"For the last time, Malik, no!"
Malik pouted uncharacteristically, crossing his arms and turning away from the white-haired man in a huff.
"You won't even try it? You close-minded jerk. You're just afraid you'll like it," Malik hissed, turning his head to deliver an acidy glare. The thief on the receiving end of the glower simply rolled his eyes, shaking his head and flopping down on the couch. The flaxen-haired teen, however, loomed over the other male and continued to glare.
"That's not going to scare me off. My glare is much worse, as you know, and I'm sure you will get tired of this before I do," the Thief King said off-handedly, propping his feet on the nearby table and getting himself comfortable.
After twenty minutes of glaring and sitting, Ryou walked in on the scene, almost immediately wishing he hadn't when he saw Malik's eyes glinting.
"Ryou! Come here for a second, love," The tanned teen cooed, his glare turning into an overly friendly stare instantly. Ryou, looking as though he were a deer caught in headlights, merely nodded and shuffled toward the other boy. The crook on the couch only shifted his weight and grunted, pretending not to be paying attention to the other two.
"Now, Ryou, remember what we were talking about before, hmm? Wouldn't that be fun? Go ahead; tell the dirty thief over there how fun it would be," Malik giggled, wrapping his tanned arm around the pale boy's slender frame. Ryou's face instantly flushed a bright pink, his face lowering to cover his eyes.
"I-I don't know, Malik...I...I don't think I'm really...Ready for something like that. Thank you for the offer, but I'm...Really not interested, I'm sorry," Ryou sputtered, his stumbled speech ending in a small whisper. Malik's grip tightened briefly, before he withdrew his arm from the slim boy's waist and resumed his sulking position.
"You know I'm one to gloat, so I told you so," The Thief King chuckled darkly. He crossed his arms and smirked at the two, his attention now obviously on the scene before him.
"Well, fine, you spoil sports! You're just a couple of chickens, that's all you are! I'm leaving!" And unlike Ryou, Malik's rant ended in a bellow and a slamming door. A few moments of awkward silence followed afterward, before the bolder of the two albinos finally spoke.
"You know, it's not that I wouldn't want to have a threesome with you and Malik, Ryou. It's just that I know Malik would be jealous if I so much as touched you, no matter what he says. He's a jealous bastard and will look for any reason at all to be a pissy little child to me," Bakura grunted, casting a glance at the other male. He saw Ryou's eyes widen and a fresh smirk crossed his features.
"I-I...I, Uhm..." Ryou's face turned an impressive shade of red before he staggered out of the house, leaving only a cackling Thief King in the wake of it all.