The sun was high in the bright sapphire sky, the clouds banished by the cool, gentle breeze from the east. Birds were chirping their sweet songs, and cherry blossom petals iced the ground, kissing the Earth softly as they landed with grace. Today, the city of Domino was beautiful, picturesque, breathtaking.
And Akefia couldn't care less.
His hands shoved in the pockets of jeans torn long ago, he glared at the beauty, as if he were cursing it for daring to contradict his mood. He wasn't feeling like sunshine, cherry blossoms, or bird songs. He was feeling like punching a wall.
Today, of all days, Marik was late. All Akefia wanted was to meet his best friend at their favourite crappy diner (christened 'The Hangover Diner' between the two for how they frequented it after a night of debauchery, and how eerily well their breakfast gravy cured the ailment,) and kill the Sunday morning he was cursed with. But no. His friend was now half an hour late.
Akefia checked his phone again. Throwing a hand in the air in exasperation, he decided it was safe to assume he wasn't coming. With a growl in his throat, Akefia stomped inside and sat himself down at a booth. Scowling, he unceremoniously barked his order at the poor waitress, and got out his phone again to glare at it in turn.
He continued in this pattern: growling, barking, aggressively checking his phone, growling, barking, aggressively checking his phone, until finally the plate of biscuits and cut up sausage, heavily ladled with breakfast gravy was set in front of him. He licked his lips and skewered the first bite of cut up biscuit with his fork, when the annoying pre-set ringer on his phone went off, causing him to jump. While the sound played, a robotic female voice chirped up in a clearly false voice: "Mare-eek calling."
"Oh for the love of—" Akefia rolled his eyes and slammed his fork down, pressing 'answer' on his phone. "You had better have a damned good reason for standing me up, jackass."
"… Oh shit." Marik's voice was one of a person whose face was beaming, with every intent for good news, but upon a nasty realization, the face fell before the mouth could so much as suck in breath. Marik groaned into the phone. "Fuck. I didn't know that was- damnit. I'm sorry."
Akefia only growled into the phone in response. "My biscuits are getting cold."
"I'm sorry, I said! But hey look, I'll make it up to you."
He scoffed. "Yeah right. Unless you get down here twenty minutes ago, you won't be able to for awhile, buddy."
"No really. Here, I'll get down there now and tell you in person. It's going to be great. Clear your schedule tonight, okay? I'll see you in ten." And the line went dead.
"…." Akefia sighed and set his phone down. Marik was always so vague when he had good news. As if he wanted to tip-toe around it to make the news a surprise. But even after knowing each other for four years, Marik still seemed to miss how much Akefia hated surprises. He would much rather the idiot come forward and say 'hey I just bought a motorbike', 'hey I dyed my hair purple', or the infamous 'hey I just got a gigantic tattoo covering my entire back'. But of course, instead Marik tended to call Akefia and say 'Guess what. You'll never guess. See you soon.' So instead of a call of warning, he had infuriatingly cryptic messages. Usually one would say 'I bought something cool' when referring to a PDA or a CD where the band is mostly techno sounds, not a motorcycle that you intend on storing in your friend's garage. Normal people would say 'I just dyed my hair, can't wait for you to see', not 'I dunked my head in a vat of chemicals, see you in ten.' And of course, generally people would consult their friends before getting hieroglyphics and symbols agonizingly tattooed across their back, rather than just showing up shirtless and smug. And this time all he had was 'clear your schedule' to go on. Ugh. What could that possibly mean.
Akefia shook his head. Dumbass. But he'd be lying to himself if he tried to say he wasn't curious as to what the hell Marik was talking about. So there he sat, cutting up his biscuits, waiting for his friend to kick the doors open and stride through with that cocky grin plastered to his face. Akefia's lips twitched at the thought. He really couldn't believe they were friends sometimes, with how polar opposite they were.
As his fork scraped the plate, hangover successfully receded thanks for the magic gravy, the doors to the diner did indeed swing open abruptly, causing the other patrons to turn sharply to stare at the newcomer. "Sorry, sorry all." Akefia shook his head and waved his hand.
"Over here, moron." Gleefully, Marik rushed over and plopped himself across from Akefia, sitting upright in his excitement. "No new skin alteration? Pet from exotic lands you can't take care of? Some new sex thing you discovered you had a fetish for?" Akefia rolled his eyes, pushing the empty plate away.
"Pfft, I wish." Marik huffed, deflating a bit. "Those sound much nicer in comparison. Well, at least the pet does. I miss that tiger cub…"
"Get to your point, Marik." Akefia prompted, snorting.
"Yes—I, your best friend, that guy you owe a million favors to, have scored you and I invites to one of Mai Skankentine's parties."
Akefia just blinked. "What?"
"Mai Valentine? That bitch we knew in college?" Akefia nodded. "She's supposed to have the best parties in Domino. She's having one tonight, and I got you and I invites." He grinned, very pleased with himself.
"… Why… would we want to go?" Akefia asked, slowly. Marik was so obviously excited about this, he didn't want to pop his bubble with his reservations towards the idea.
"Because," Marik said, as if talking to a child, "Mai has friends all as hot as she is. Washed up models, actresses with low self-esteem, and let's not forget the classy sluts. Plus, open bar, and either a pill or a glass of water. It could be ecstacy, could be a sugar pill. Could be LSD, could be water. You never know~" He reached across the table and grabbed Akefia's hand, looking at him and grinning widely in encouragement. "You and I both have been in a dry-spell for two whole months. C'mon, this is your golden ticket to board the bang train to pussytown."
At this, Akefia just had to burst out laughing. "Okay, okay…" He chuckled, grinning but shaking his head. "I'm not fond of the idea, but if you want to go that badly, sure, I'll go and be your wing-man."
"And I'll be yours." Marik beamed, flopping back in his seat. He checked his watch. "Shit—the party starts in ten hours. We've got to get some sleep. Hopefully we'll be up all night, if'n you know what I mean~"
Akefia kicked him under the table, but laughed again. "Fine, fine… But do let's be quick this time. Unlike some people, I work tomorrow."
"I'm just an innovator who's between opportunities." Marik grinned, slapping money on the table to cover Akefia's bill, and grabbed his wrist, pulling him out of the booth and out the door.
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"Ugh. I still don't understand why I have to go to this thing." The woman's upper lip curled, her eyes narrowed and pointed firmly at the floor. "I didn't exactly enjoy myself last time."
"Oh hush." The tall blonde woman replied, reclined on a large red leather couch. One leg was crossed over the other, and the blonde was turning her right ankle over and over, scrutinizing it from every angle as she loosely held a half-empty glass of wine in her fingers. "Are these shoes okay? I can't decide if they are too tall…"
"I'm serious, Mai." The pale woman scowled, stepping forward and into the other's line of sight. "I won't go this time. I swear it."
Mai huffed and blew a long tendril of hair from her eyes. "Listen sweetheart, if you want to move forward in life, you need to be seen by the right people, develop the right reputation. And besides, you could use a stress relief. You have just been getting tenser and tenser. Drink some more wine." She added, sipping her own glass as she went back to examining her foot.
"…" She pushed some of her long white hair behind her ear and scowled some more. "This is the very last one, you hear me?"
"Of course, darling. So was the one last month." Mai hummed. "I'll tell you what. I'll let you pick whether you get the drugs, and which one. Will that make baby happy?"
Bakura pursed her lips and leaned back on her heels. "… It might, actually. I might like getting high as balls." She sighed, taking a rather large gulp of the wine in her glass. "Mnh… Those boots make you look like a retired stripper, by the way." She added with a smirk, running a hand with thin fingers through her long hair.
Mai pulled a face. "I suppose. It's a good thing I have several others." Bakura gave her a look. "… Several dozen. But whatever. We've got time." She stood, flipping her hair over her shoulder and giving Bakura an almost sultry smirk. "But we do need to start setting up. We've got lights to set up, a DJ to hire, police to bribe, drug dealers to steal from, and alcohol to mix. We're swamped."
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"Feels like I'm at a club," Akefia grumbled unhappily, tugging the sleeves of his deep scarlet button up he had on, buttoned three fourths of the way up. The golden earring Marik had somehow talked him into wearing was looped through his ear and glinted in the pulsating light of the entryway, and his hand instinctively travelled up to mess with it.
"Don't touch that. And it should. That's what she's going for, I think." Marik murmured at his side, wearing only loose cargo shorts and a tight fitting black tank-top. "C'mon. I want to get to mingling."
Akefia rolled his eyes for the millionth time that day as Marik dragged him to the table with a platter displayed, reading 'Please take one'. Marik grabbed a small Dixie cup containing a circular pill, and Akefia took a Dixie cup filled with water. "Cheers," they said together, downing their selected mystery gifts in one swig.
It didn't take long for Akefia to see he didn't get one of the lucky doses of LSD. Weaving in and out of the crowd, eyes scanning for familiar faces, he instead found someone who clearly did have a lucky something. Eyes closed and head tilted back, lips parted in a smirk and hips swaying to the music, a tall woman with long flowing white hair and an eye-catchingly short skirt was in the middle of a throng of other people, constantly touching someone. The crowd was a mass of moving arms and legs rubbing against each other. In some cases, entire bodies were writhing close together to the pulsating music, slowly finding their way out of their clothes right in front of everyone.
Rolling his eyes at the idiots who were high out of their minds, his gaze was still nonetheless drawn to this woman. She was crazily high as well, he knew, but there was something in the graceful way she moved despite it, the controlled lack of control, the encompassing aura of power and satisfaction given off by her… it was sexy to say the least.
He had made up his mind. Forcing his way through the throng, he shoved people into each other, the faceless mob not even noticing as they continued their grinds and grasps of each other. Akefia finally found himself in the middle of the crowd. Unbuttoning his shirt all of the way to expose more skin, almost in an offering to the woman, he slid his arms around her and pulled her back into his chest.
"-!" She noticed this more than the others, of course, and struggled for a moment. "Hey, what's your—"
But he cut her off by sliding his hands down the length of her exposed arms, his body moving in rhythm with the music he'd by now understood the pattern of. She immediately stopped talking in favour of sighing in contentment, body falling into step with his. Akefia smirked. He knew how to take advantage of people well by now. And this little beauty would soon be putty in his hands.
She hummed and let her head fall back on his shoulder, arms wrapping around her own waist as they moved, since he was doing all the touching she needed. Akefia's thoughts flitted to Marik for a moment; they had parted ways after they had taken the contents of their cups, and Akefia hadn't seen him since. He was vaguely worried – what if he got the drug and his dose was too strong? – so he decided he would go looking for him if he did not show up in the next hour, lay or no lay.
"What's your name, beautiful~?" Akefia purred in her ear, nipping the lobe gently as his hands found their way up her arms and grazed over the top of her breasts, skin-to-skin with the help of the low-cut tank top.
"Mmm… You're not getting that so easily, asshole." She hummed, a 'heh' of a laugh escaping her lips as he touched her breasts. Bakura sniggered, rolling her hips back into his in a slow grind.
"Mn!" Akefia let out a laugh, rolling his own hips right back at her. "So no chance of getting laid, eh?" He murmured, grinning, his hands tracing her curves.
"I didn't say that." The woman grinned right back, turning her face into his exposed and warm neck. She stuck out her tongue and lightly licked the flesh there, much to his amusement and enjoyment.
"Then let me try to win you over in private…~" Akefia breathed, hands clasping on her stomach just above the beginnings of her skirt.
"…" Bakura scoffed and turned around in Akefia's arms, looking up at him with a smirk firmly plastered to her face. "That's awfully forward for someone who doesn't even know my name." She breathed, body melding into his and lips pressing themselves to his neck, while her hands found their way past his shirt and to his bare skin.
"Then tell me." Akefia grinned, tilting his head slightly to let her have access to his neck. "And let's go to a room before others get jealous I have this pretty lady all to myself." He smirked charmingly, his hands sliding down to lightly grope her ass.
As she made a soft 'mn!' sound into his neck, Akefia felt a hand clasp his shoulder tightly, and a voice in his ear shout 'There you are!'
He bit back a groan of annoyance as well as a sigh of relief to recognize his friend standing beside him, grinning widely. "There you are." He replied, shifting the curious Bakura to his side, keeping her pressed into his body. "I worried you died."
"Nah, nothing can topple me." Marik smirked, finally getting a good look at him. "Wow, you move fast." He hummed, eyeing the woman clawing at Akefia's chest for both tactile sensation and attention. "Who's the chick?"
"No idea," he hummed, licking her cheek to see her shiver in approval. "She's high off her ass, though. Ecstasy most likely."
"Mnh. I'll tell you if you lick me again." She murmured, lifting the shirt a little higher on her abdomen to press into his chest, wanting more touch.
Marik barked out a laugh. "I want one." He sidled up to her, a hand touching the small of her back and slowly sliding its way around to touch her stomach in the little space there was between her and Akefia.
She shivered again, squirming. "There's only one of me…" She breathed into Akefia's neck, smirking. Bakura leaned up and murmured into the corner of the man's lips: "You'll just have to share."
Akefia's eyebrows shot straight up into the mass of white hair, a grin on his lips. "Are you suggesting what I think you are?"
She grinned back. "Depends. Are you inferring both of you fucking me into a bed while I helplessly gasp in pleasure?" She moved to his ear and let out a very convincing sounding moan, her hand pressed firmly against the center of his chest.
As his eyes grew unfocused and his tongue darted out to lick his now-dry lips, she moved to Marik and did the same, rubbing herself up against him as well. He responded more verbally with an audible: "Heh!... Heheh!"
"But the party's only just begun; let's have some fun first." Winking, the girl began to dance between the two men.
Blending into the writhing mass of bodies, the three ground, swayed, rocked, and danced through the pulsating music and flashing coloured lights, Bakura never giving one man attention over the other. The secret to this was making each feel as though they were her favourite, to keep them both on strings. So when her chest was rubbing into Marik's, her ass was grinding into Akefia's crotch, and when her hands entangled in white hair, her head leaning back on the broad shoulder, she let her stomach and legs be touched and caressed by lighter tan hands.
Through their dance, Bakura first felt a dully warm tingling, trails of fire following a fleshen touch. Wonderful, but somehow, not quite satisfying enough. As they touched and she let the beat of the music permeate her body, she soon began to become more coherent, summoning her wits about her to hunt down what she wanted. And that want for the men was igniting a different warm tingling inside of her.
Pairs of lavender eyes kept meeting through the dancing, exchanging grins. They were quite lucky. Not only did they land a touch-crazy girl in the middle of this sea of face-less bodies, she was extremely hot, and seemed quite capable of handling both of them as she had so promised. It was a good thing they weren't high. They both wanted to remember this. Every minute detail, from the green and blue and red lights, to the length of the girl's hair and skirt, to the strange scent of roses that seemed to be coming from everywhere at once. It was wonderful.
After nearly an hour of enjoying what they all would remember as the party of the year, Bakura leaned in to Akefia first, then Marik, and muttered: "I think it's time we start the main event, mmn~?"
Smirking, she rubbed her face into both of their necks a last time in her desperation for touch, and with that she turned around and began to saunter slowly away. Bakura sniggered to herself; boys were so easy. A rub here, a touch and a moan there, and they were putty in your hand. She wanted this. She wanted to have them – both of them – as soon as the blonde man's hand touched her. The touch of two men at once was so appealing in that instant the third hand grazed her flesh; she knew she had to have it. And what Bakura wanted, she got.
Flipping her hair over her shoulder, the white haired woman danced her way through the crowd to what she knew to be a free bedroom. Glancing behind her with burning brown eyes, she smirked at the men trailing behind her, everything about her screaming seduction as she winked at them and slipped into the room.
The two turned to each other and blinked as the door shut in front of them, pulses elevated.
"Marik," Akefia murmured, (or spoke in less than a yell, with the volume in the room,) turning to look at him. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Though happily mindless during their dance, the sudden reality of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks, sobering him up considerably. Logical Akefia was back, at least for the moment.
Marik frowned back at him. "Did you see how hot she was? Of course I do—" He said back, trying to push past him and into the room. But Akefia held out an arm to stop him, frowning, looking seriously at him.
"This could change our entire relationship. We've never had sex next to each other, let alone with the same person at the same time." He paused, eyes hardening in their gaze. As soon as he saw that woman he wanted her, but even with how much he wanted to proceed, his friend was more important. He'd heard tales of stuff going wrong in threesomes before. Mostly ending with the two friends going in on it being unable to look the other in the eye afterwards. One was big, the other was small, the style of the other was weird, the moans that were far too disturbing, even seeing the other naked drove a wedge between two friends he had known in college for a few weeks. He and Marik had been through a lot together. He was essentially Akefia's only friend. And damn if a woman would drive something between them. "I don't want to lose your friendship over whatever happens once we walk through that door."
The other man only laughed, grinning at Akefia and patting his shoulder. "Oh, Akefia. Such a worry-wort." He shook his head. Marik had heard the same stories Akefia had, but held no reservations. He was fine sitting next to Akefia on the other's couch in only his underwear. What little shame he had was thrown out the door in lieu of the beauty offering herself to the both of them. "We'll be fine. Promise." He ruffled the white hair, and grasped the door handle tightly, pulling it open.
Akefia frowned at the carefree response, not believing it, but the worrisome thoughts were wiped from his mind the moment light shone into the room and illuminated what was inside. The still-nameless woman was lying on her back in only her skirt, writhing around on the sheets, humming quiet 'mmmn,' noises as her bare skin glided across the soft fabric. Evidently, as the two were talking outside, she had seen fit to discard her shirt (which was in a ball on the floor not two feet from the door) and give in to tactile stimulation however she could.
Bare breasts, surprisingly large for the slight frame, shone pale as snow in the low lighting of the room. The girl arched, accentuating them and her lean stomach, arms gliding on the cotton as gracefully as if she were submerged in water. Hearing the door open brought her part of the way back from whatever oasis she had secluded herself into, a crooked grin on her lips as she saw the two standing slack-jawed in the doorway. "Well come in," she murmured, looking at them from behind thick lashes. "I'd rather not have the entire party gawking at me."
The men entered the room, quickly shutting the door behind them. Rude though it was, they each considered this night to be a one-night stand, and therefore etiquette was thrown out the door as they allowed their eyes to become affixed to the body on display for them, twin shots of blood shooting to respective groins.
The girl chuckled. So easy. "Come here," she demanded again, scooting back into the plush pillows of the bed to allow them room to approach. "I do bite, but I promise you'll like when I do." Grinning a crooked grin, her hands never stopped rubbing the soft cotton.
Marik was the first to respond, with Akefia not far after. The two approached the bed, settling down on either side of her, eyes still raking the body as hungrily as a man gone days without food. "I have two rules," she purred, letting her hands lift to entangle in blonde and white hair. "No biting my chest." Upon closer inspection, there was a faint crescent shape on her right breast. There was probably a very interesting story that went with that. "And if you fuck me," she continued, speaking with great clarity despite being ridiculously high. "You will use a condom if you want to keep your dick attached to you. Understood?"
The two exchanged glances – they usually avoided that if they could help it, of course – but this girl was worth it. "Yeah," Marik sighed, annoyed.
Akefia smirked somewhere between wry and bitter. "Yes, Miss…?"
She grinned at him. "If you're still gunning for my name, you'll have to pry it from my lips, now won't you~?"
At the flutter of her eyelashes, restraint was gone. Akefia leaned in, a small 'heh' escaping his lips before they pressed aggressively into hers. The girl immediately hummed, letting go of Marik's hair to properly entangle both her hands into the soft white hair attached to the man kissing her.
Marik quirked an eyebrow at the pair of them, but was in no way dampened. Akefia may have commandeered her face, but there was still an entire beautiful body for him to explore. He ducked his face into her neck, leaving hot, wet kisses along the pale skin, one of his hands running from the still-covered hip to the soft, bare thigh of the woman, feeling as well as teasing. Marik was into hips, legs, and ass more than he was breasts, which worked out well, as Akefia was pressing one of his warm palms into the girl's slightly-cold chest.
She sighed into Akefia's kiss, tilting her head to allow Marik more room. Her head was already swimming. Two hands, two lips, two warm bodies pressing into her from either side… She felt the absolute center of attention, the object of devotion, something she was just fine with being during sex. Had they been one-on-one and she in her right mind, she would be shoving one of them onto the bed, roughly kissing and groping him right at the start, making no questions between them as to who was running the show. Bakura was a dominant woman, and would ride her men so well, it was not uncommon for her to be referred to as 'Cowgirl' in uncivilized company. But this night, a combination of the rare threesome (only her second ever) and the drugs happily warping her mind, she was just fine with lying back and letting these two ravage her however they saw fit. She would direct them here and there, and maybe even surprise them if she saw them worthy, but for now, as she hummed and moved with their wandering hands, she was comfortable with melting into the sheets.
Calm, cool, and collected, it was only when Marik's teeth sharply nipped the soft skin of her neck that Bakura made an unintentional noise. Gasping, breaking her kiss with Akefia, the girl twitched as she uttered a high-pitched 'Ah-!' noise.
The men glanced at each other, grins spreading across their faces. It was rare to find a girl who would be into biting – though it was one of both of their fetishes. Experimentally, Marik nipped her flesh again, harder this time, more deliberately, to test her.
Bakura lightly moaned, arching her back, toes curling out of sight. That certainly answered their unasked question. The girl was into it.
Marik's teeth attacked her neck, biting a section, licking over the faint marks, sucking the spot until it glowed red, and moved on to another. All the while, Akefia leaned in to her ear, smirking as he murmured (above her controlled breathing and barely contained gasps): "So… Baby has a thing for teeth~?"
The woman could only muster a slightly trembling "Fuck the shut up," shifting around by the teeth alone.
Akefia sniggered, squeezing her breast suddenly as Marik's teeth sunk into her a little harder. Bakura moaned yet again, gasping out breathily: "Stop—stop…"
Both of the men chuckled as they raised themselves to sit on their feet, looking hungrily and expectantly at her. She lifted a hand to her face, pushing the long white bangs from her eyes as she fought to gain her breath back. "Ngh…" she grumbled, hand falling to brush her cleavage with feather-light touches.
Seeming to snap out of her drug and pleasure induced stupor, Bakura propped herself up on her elbows, looking between them, the ghost of her crooked grin on her lips. "So," she spoke, more coherent than before. "How was your taste?"
Marik grinned, hand caressing her thigh with longing. "Not satisfying enough by a long shot."
"Mmn, I'd be insulted if it were." Bakura grinned at him. "Enough though to whet your appetite for more~?"
"Insatiably," he returned, leaning down and smirking at her as he nuzzled her leg. It twitched, a spike of blood shooting down between her legs at the proximity of his face to her crotch. She ignored it, only winking.
"And you?" She turned, cockily raising her eyebrow to Akefia.
He sniggered. Taking the hand teasingly brushing her own cleavage, he guided it to the front of his jeans, letting her feel the impressive beginnings of what would soon be a tent in his pants. Her breath faltered as her eyes lingered there, then lifting to meet the smirking lavender eyes veiled by white choppy hair. She loved feeling how she made men want her, and his silence, letting his body speak for him, she found herself more uncomfortable in her panties than before.
Marik's eyes too lingered on their display for a moment or two – he'd heard stories of his best friend in action first hand, but seeing it, he had to admit there was something to the silent approach. It was one he himself could never do, but it sure seemed to work.
He was the first to break the silence. "Look, can we get to fucking? I haven't got all night," he murmured in irritated tones.
"Not so fast," she returned, sharp eyes going back to appraising him. "I propose a little game. The winner, I shall reward quite handsomely…" She pushed herself to sit up all the way, leaning back into the center of the four plush pillows, looking for all the Queen of the Bed. Her loyal subjects quirked eyebrows.
"…And what is this game?" Marik asked, suspicious yet intrigued at the same time.
"Well, just as men get turned on watching two women go at it," her smirk widened, arms spreading across the tops of the pillows. "Some women get turned on seeing two men~"
Two sets of eyes widened at the proposal. What the—
"I want the two of you to attack each other. I will declare the winner. And to the victor goes the best spoils, so give it your all. I'll stop you when I'm ready to stop you, so until then, act as though it is just the two of you." By now she was grinning from ear to ear, eyeing both of them. Yes, this would get her motor running just fine, if the two could pull it off.
Akefia frowned, logic coming back to the situation. "I don't think we can do that…" he chewed his lip, thinking. The one rule he had about this endeavor was that it could not hurt his friendship with Marik. That was everything to him. And one does not simply go about fucking their best friend and expect things to go right back to normal when the clothes come back on. He fidgeted, the girl's eyebrows raised almost irritatedly. "He and I are already close friends, I don't know if I am willing to jeopardize that for—Mnf-!"
Marik had rolled his eyes during the beginning of his sentence, and before he reached the end, he had grasped his face and crushed their lips together.
White eyebrows shot up into the tangle of hair, Akefia's lavender eyes wide with surprise. He was paralyzed for a few moments, eyes boring into Marik's, though they were shut tight. Regaining himself, Akefia pushed himself off of his friend, gasping for the air he hadn't realized he'd been denying himself.
"Marik, what are you—"
Growling, Marik grasped Akefia's shoulders tightly, and forced him down onto his back, completely ignoring Bakura's curious, interested, and slightly confused gaze. Pinning him down, Marik's lip curled, glaring at him as he hissed: "Shut up. Damn. Just shut up and let's do this."
And once again, Akefia's annoyed and somewhat taken-aback response was cut off as Marik's lips forced themselves onto his friend's, hands still keeping his shoulders pinned tightly to the bed.
Akefia growled this time, grasping Marik's shoulders and rolling them so their positions were swapped, and wrenched himself away from their kiss. The two glared at each other, but rather than pushing himself away completely from the situation, Akefia's eyes just burned into Marik's for a few moments. The expression was near unreadable, seeming to be a mix of several thoughts at once.
But he seemed to settle on one, his eyes hardening in determination. With that, he decided he might as well put his friend in his place. He suddenly leaned down, aggressively connecting their lips again to assert his dominant position. Marik struggled for a moment, but then gave in, grabbing fist-fulls of white hair to keep him there this time.
Bakura settled back into the pillows, allowing her body to heat up as she watched the two. Honestly, she had not expected her proposal to be jumped upon, much less this ferociously. She had anticipated two men denying the suggestion vehemently, insisting on some other challenge, making her have to sweeten the deal and entice them into it. But these two, though having reservations, seemed game. It was interesting, she thought, a hand traveling her own body, half-lidded eyes glued to the scene unfolding. Tonight would be quite the night.
Come to think of it, she had not once asked the men their sexual preferences. But, as they wrestled with their lips, at the very least they each had to be somewhat bicurious.
The only sound to be heard – apart from the pulsating music creeping in through the walls – was the accelerated breathing of the two, each grasping the other more tightly in some way as they waged war with their lips. Akefia's face was scrunched in a scowl even as he kissed, banishing all thought from his mind. His tongue suddenly crept forward, bullying Marik's lips into parting more than asking. Once granted access, Akefia's tongue pushed inside, feeling around the foreign cavern at the same time as searching for the twin tongue. It found him first, meeting him with a territorial push and shove of its own. The two moving masses of pink between them were visible between their lips, Bakura's eyes watching every wet-sounding movement.
Panting now through their noses, the two refused to give the other leeway in the battle. Akefia's hands, once pinning Marik's shoulders, left their position to roughly explore the body beneath him. His hands touched from shoulder to ribcage, hips, and thigh, the muscles twitching beneath his firm touch as he descended. Akefia could even swear he heard Marik's breath hitch as he lingered near his hips.
Marik's own hands moved from the white hair – once he was sure he would not break the kiss for some idiotic reason again – and instead traced the muscular back above him. His mind flashed to images of it he had seen in the past: pools, gyms, hungover early mornings, spur of the moment shirt changes. But he'd never thought of it in this way. Moving slightly as the arms attached traveled his body, he felt how powerful it was and how, well, sexy. He dug his nails into the tan flesh through the scarlet shirt, dragging them down in rough scratches.
It was only then that Akefia pulled away from his lips with a hiss, leaving a slight remnant of Marik's saliva on his lips. He licked it, eyes once again burning into his, but this time, burning with a budding lust as opposed to a confused desperation or irritation. Lips twitching to a smirk at his friend, lying beneath him, wild hair even moreso given the circumstances, Akefia leaned up, straddling his waist. Their eyes remained locked as his hands unbuttoned what was left buttoned on his shirt, exposing his chest and abdomen completely. In the blink of an eye, the shirt was tossed away, forgotten about on the carpeted floor beneath them.
Bakura certainly appreciated the view, as she shifted just slightly to gain a better view. The man was attractive, she couldn't deny him that. Chiseled just right to have muscle tone and prominence, but not so much as to be over bearing: he looked like a statue. She almost found herself regretting this little game with how much she suddenly wanted to be in that position, to have him towering over her like that, giving her that seductive look.
Her envy wasn't made any easier as the blonde man's hands did just what hers were itching to do. Clawing up the abdomen, the hands touched and grasped every muscle, nails raking across the broad chest to a hiss and light groan from the other, blood thundering downward in him. Marik's eyes hungrily roamed his body, drinking it in, saving it.
Marik's tanktop was soon being pushed up on his chest, lavender eyes staring down to the lighter tan flesh it exposed. Marik understood him and pushed himself up enough to yank the black thing off of his head, throwing it across the room to join Akefia and Bakura's shirts.
The two grinned at each other now, a kind of mad, instinct driven grin, a dimension apart from the friendly, sarcastic grins they usually exchanged. Suddenly, Marik pushed Akefia once again onto his back, pinning him so he wouldn't instantly try and escape, as he did. "Shh," Marik chuckled, holding him steady. "Let me."
Akefia's eyes narrowed, but the fighting ceased, much to Marik's enjoyment. Having heard many stories of what Akefia liked and didn't like first hand, Marik held quite the upper hand from a simple one-night-stand. Ducking his head and pressing it into the darker tan neck, Marik immediately set to kissing and licking the sensitive spots he had heard of, and it did not go unnoticed. Akefia arched, his hands immediately grasping the spiky hair, holding him still.
Marik would have grinned if he could. His hands trailed the gorgeous body below him, fingers brushing certain areas which tightened under his touch, until finally, he came to the very top of the pants. This is what he had been waiting for.
Akefia had almost forgotten this whole ordeal was just a game, a test put to them by the beautiful girl he wanted to bang. Even as her watchful eyes took in their every movement, he still could barely remember what this all was for. He was too busy losing himself to the touches, the kisses, the rough handling to remember who it was from or why it was happening. He didn't even care. All that mattered was that this not stop.
Skilled fingers danced at the top of the black pants, teasing as soft lips pressed and rubbed themselves in wet kisses to tan skin. And suddenly, all at once, a hand forcefully groped the front of Akefia's pants, white teeth digging into the neck stretched far to give the blonde more room. Without realizing what he was doing, Akefia let loose a low groan, arching up, pressing bare chests together for a brief instant.
Marik almost shivered. He could feel the hard cock straining through the pant fabric in his hand, push upward into him as Akefia involuntarily (he presumed) rubbed his hips upward towards the source of the sudden pleasure. It was all he could do to keep focused in attacking his neck, else he would look down, trying to get a glimpse of it. But, as he reminded himself, he would see soon enough.
Akefia's hands fell to the bed, grasping the sheets as his hips urgently rubbed up into his friend's hand. He hadn't realized until he was touched there how badly he had wanted attention a little further south. "Fuck—" he breathed shakily.
Digging at the erection with the heel of his palm, Marik continued to bite and suck at his bitemarks on the other. Though, he thought with some frustration, he wasn't getting much relief, himself. Fixing that with a few impatient rubs to Akefia's thigh with his hips, Marik was really losing patience. He leaned up to Akefia's ear, his breathing off, though not as much as the other. "You seem to be needing some, ah, assistance, wouldn't you say…~?"
Akefia growled in response, jerking his hips into his hands.
'Fuck.' Marik thought. "Why don't you let me help you with that, mm?"
A grin in his voice and on his lips, Marik leaned up once again to meet his friend's eyes. Akefia thought it would have been harder to concentrate, looking him in the eye as his closest friend ripped open his pants. But rather, it just seemed to make things better. It was much easier than he had anticipated to lose himself to the pleasure, to accept it was from another man. He found himself… Uncaring. How exhilarating.
His pants were ripped open, leaving him exposed to the open air. Somehow, in deciding what to wear to this party, Marik had convinced him into going commando. This seemed to work out well, given the circumstances. Akefia shivered at the coldness, eyes still locked onto Marik's face.
He would have been meeting his eyes, but as soon as the pants were opened, Marik's eyes descended to finally get a look at the cock he had felt in his hand just a moment ago. His eyes widened slightly as he got a look at it, standing tall, even visually seeming to ache for him to touch it. Obliging, Marik wrapped his hand around the base, earning an impatient sigh from Akefia. He was… bigger than he had expected. Were Marik not so cocky and self-confident, he might even feel a little self-conscious about himself. He wasn't small by any means, but still, he suddenly had new respect for the women that had him as their first.
Without realizing what he was doing, Marik was leaning down, fisting him more tightly as his head approached Akefia's quivering tip. It was instinct rather than conscious decision that made him stick out his abnormally long tongue, trailing it over the head and lapping up the drops of pre-cum accumulating there. Akefia let out a more frustrated sounding groan, hands grasping the sheets more tightly. "Marik, Jesus fuck," he growled, toes curling and stomach muscles clenching.
It was as the blonde man sniggered and parted his lips, taking the other man's tip to his mouth that Bakura shifted her legs and truly felt how incredibly wet she was becoming. She had been so caught up in watching the men's foreplay that she had almost forgotten her entire self, and hadn't thought to take care of herself to enjoy it more properly. In the blink of an eye, her blue and white striped panties were off, flung to the ground as her hand dove between her pale legs.
"Ahh—" She gasped and sank into the pillows as her fingers mechanically found her clit, rubbing it viciously to stir the pleasure coursing through her veins. The man she had gathered was called 'Marik' was sucking the other like a popsicle, bobbing his head up and down, lips, tongue, and hand all working in unison. The nameless other gasped and moaned, eyes shutting and lips parting.
Redness by now was evident in all three of their faces, but mostly in the woman straining and gasping to herself in the pillows, chocolate eyes usually narrowed in superiority for once wide with satisfaction, watching as the two men went to town on each other.
Marik's hand was viciously stroking that of Akefia which he could not fit into his mouth, while his lips and tongue were hard at work, alternately sucking hard and licking up the sizable cock. His free hand was between his own legs, clumsily undoing his belt and pants to get at himself, also needing some gratification, lest he go mad with want.
As his trembling hand finally grasped himself and started to pump, Akefia's groaned swear hitting his ears and sending blood flying south, he heard the girl's voice. He had forgotten about her, in his intensity. It took to the second time she called her command for it to register.
"S-stop."
Reluctantly, he pulled himself off of the man to look at her with irritation. (Apparently it was reluctant for Akefia, as well, who growled and sneered over at her with a look saying 'this had better be good'.)
The woman was now stripping off her skirt, stark naked as she crawled over to the pair of them. She said not a word as she shoved Marik off of Akefia, something in her hands. "I've decided," she mumbled, ripping the condom out of its wrapper, looking neither at Marik nor Akefia. "The winner of the battle," she clarified.
Akefia propped himself up on his elbows to look at her, as if he just registered what was happening. The look of irritation faded from his face, replaced by expectation.
And, as it turned out, his expectation was apparently met as cold but nimble fingers slid the condom onto him.
Marik growled. "Why is it him? I did all the work—"
"Shhh…" Bakura purred, taking his head in her hands and pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips. "I won't leave you out. I promise~"
Without another word and without so much as asking permission, she climbed on top of Akefia, spreading her legs above him. Blindly with one hand, she guided him to line up with her by now exceedingly wet entrance, brown eyes looking not at Akefia, but at Marik. A smirk twitched to her lips as she looked at him, and, with a slight 'Ah-', she guided him inside of her, sinking down onto him.
Akefia groaned again, shifting his upper body to land and melt into the sheets. This was bliss for him. Being sucked at with suck skill, and then without much warning, being taken into the tight, slick pussy of the woman he had been vying for for what seemed like hours, all without much effort from him? Intoxicating. If he died this night, he would die a very happy man indeed.
Marik, on the other hand, was a very different story. Though he watched the girl as she fucked herself down onto his best friend, he was not contented. He felt slighted- cheated. He had done the majority of the work in that test of hers, and yet she picked Akefia over him, probably because of his size, he thought somewhat bitterly. Still, he wasn't going to let this ruin his night. He would get his, alright. He would get his.
The moan of the girl was one neither of the men expected out of her. They didn't know what they did expect, but a high-pitched, very stereotypically sexual sounding "Ahh-!" was not on the list. It was, however, very much welcome.
She had sunk down as far as she could go, taking all of Akefia inside of her. As she sat on him, legs trembling as she adjusted, her eyes were on Marik, appraising him, debating how to tackle him. She doubted she could handle double penetration – not like this. Coming off her high but still not level-headed, mixed with the pain of the white-haired man alone, it just wasn't something she could manage just now. A titty-fuck would just be anti-climactic for him, she knew he deserved more for even attempted blowing of the man on her command.
That left her with one option she felt she could handle, that also rewarded him.
"You…" She said, strained between breaths. "Kneel."
Doing as he was told without a second's thought, he sucked in breath as the girl tightly fisted his length, watching her carefully and a little apprehensively. She was still trembling from having Akefia inside of her, and from the sound of it, Akefia was getting anxious himself from holding still for so long. Still, she didn't move, but to lean forward to Marik's ear, giving him a few well-deserved pumps with her hand to an exhaled groan from him.
"You deserve a reward... as well," she breathed, rocking back and forth on Akefia just to move and lessen the strain on the two of them. "You seemed – mnn, – pretty eager to obey my little game suggestion… Heh…" Bakura pulled back to grin almost darkly at him, some implication playing behind her eyes.
Marik's temper flared, but before he could call her out on it, she went wild. Tightly fisting him and pumping him as though he were a shake-weight, she suddenly jerked up and fucked herself back down on Akefia's by now aching cock, earning surprised moans from all three of them.
Akefia's hands found her waist and – finding he didn't need to guide her as he usually did with his women – he simply held her, eyes on their hips meeting with slight slapping noises. This girl certainly knew what she was doing. His eyes wandered upward, catching sight of her breasts, bouncing tantalizingly back and forward with her thrusts above his face, too far to do anything but stare. Oh, this was perfect. "Agh, fuck," he groaned, eyes rolling back in his head.
Once a rhythm was established that she could live with, the girl focused her attentions on the blonde, bending down. Before Marik could so much as breathe a surprised "Shit-!", she had replaced her hand with her mouth, expertly adapting to take him in time with her own hips.
A sort of relief flooded his system as he was attended to by someone other than himself. He let go of his anger at the girl, his frustrations at being somewhat cock-blocked, and his urge to throw the girl off and resume his work, choosing instead to simply enjoy the skilled mouth sucking at him like he was a piece of candy.
A chorus of moans was sounding around the room now, high-pitched "Aah-!"s and low, gravelly "Fuck"s, gasps and hiccups, swears and calls of "Oh, God-!" The voices, the sound of the squeaking bed springs, the pulsation of the music outside the doors to the party beyond, all of them swirled in all three of their minds, seeming to blend together. It wasn't until several minutes in to the rough love-making that any of them noticed the rhythm matched that of the song outside.
Marik's hand descended to tightly fist the girl's hair, pulling it back suddenly as he felt himself nearing the edge. She took the sign, gasping around him at the yank of her hair, and decided to amp them all towards the chasm of orgasm.
Akefia's hands grasped her breasts and she in turn clamped down on him, rolling her hips with him inside of her. He groaned, arching his back, eyes trying to get a look at her face and noticing her actions to Marik for the first time. His eyes narrowed for a split second, but then, as her muscles shifted around him, he bucked up into her and closed his eyes, forgetting what he had seen as soon as the lids slid over his eyes.
"Nngh… What is your—your name," he demanded, squeezing her breasts as he let himself near his limit.
She didn't answer him. The only sound she made was a humming sound around Marik, making him gasp and buck into her mouth. Long ago she had learned to suppress her gag reflex, or she would not have been able to take him just then. As it was, she held onto him, suddenly sucking hard and even going so far as to swallow, letting her muscles tightly contract around him.
At this, Marik couldn't help himself. He moaned, loudly and unmistakably, letting his seed spill into her mouth. Hand tightly fisted into her hair, she was unable to pull away, and so instead took it all, somewhat regretfully swallowing again to keep from choking.
Akefia writhed at the sound, loving and hating it all at once. Still, it fueled him, and his hands found the girl's hips to insistently move her to meet his uneven movements. Within a few harsh and rough bucks that would surely leave her with difficulty sitting the next day, he was just nearly there. The woman was jostled so much from the unexpected release of one man and the eminent release of the other, she had to gasp, yanking herself away from the blonde to give herself room. Her hand once again rocketed between her legs, furiously rubbing at her clit a second time, letting the sparks fly inside her body.
And it was as though a sudden tidal wave crashed inside of her. Her body suddenly seized up, muscles locking and then writhing uncontrollably of their own accord, her back arching violently and head throwing itself backwards, white hair splaying everywhere. The girl's face twisted with rapture, a final loud moan erupting from her throat, completely laced with ecstasy. The orgasm overwhelmed her, leaving her unable to do, say, think anything at all.
Marik, having just recovered from his own orgasm, just barely caught hers, eyes glued to the incredibly sexy sight. Any and all feelings about the girl vanished as he watched; nothing mattered anymore.
Akefia was the last to let go. It was the muscles clamping down so tightly on him coupled with the euphoric moan that let him let go of himself, coming inside of her silently. Akefia wasn't a moaner when he let go. Rather, he writhed, shook, twisted with ecstasy, unable and unwilling to control himself.
In a few long, tense moments, the three just breathed, paralyzed, eyes distant and unfocused. And then, all at once, they fell over, panting, drifting on the plain between consciousness and unconsciousness.
Marik was of course the first one to recover. Eyes on the ceiling, he frowned to himself as soon as he could function properly. That did not go how he wanted. Not at all. All he got was a blowjob? All that build-up, all that foreplay, and all he got was a blowjob. A good one, but still, that wasn't the point.
All at once, he was feeling pretty low. He stood without a word, hands fixing his pants, back to the other two.
Bakura was just rousing herself, rubbing her face as she looked to see who had gotten up. Back to her, she could finally make out the tattoo that she had only been able to catch a glimpse of before. It was large, intricate, and beautiful in an exotic kind of way. "Nice tattoo," she sighed groggily, resting her head back in her arms.
Marik ignored her. He put his shirt back on and turned again to look at them both. Akefia was still out of it, eyes closed, sprawled out on the bed with his pants around his knees. Marik had hoped to leave with him, but by the state of him, Akefia was not going to be able to sit up, let alone leave, any time soon. Bakura was lying on her front, somehow facing Akefia, though she fell the other way. She must have rearranged herself. Her eyes were on Marik, looking at him with half-coherent interest. "Leavin' so soon?"
Marik pulled a face. "Things didn't go how I wanted. Maybe if I hurry I can grab another braud." He looked sour, shoving his hands in his pockets.
The woman chuckled. "Tough luck, jack. A girl can only manage so much," she pretended to sigh, playing a victim. The grin gave her away, and Marik rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Look, if dumbass comes around, tell him I left, alright?"
She shrugged. He took that to mean yes, and, with a last irritated look at the pair of them, strode out, back to the party.
The slam of the door roused Akefia enough to open his eyes again, yawning and stretching. "Mmn," he hummed, seemingly unaware of his whereabouts.
Bakura grinned again, crawling up and flopping herself across his chest. He grunted, immediately pushing himself up enough to get a good look at the foreign, warm weight on his body. Blinking several times as he saw her, he seemed to have difficulty processing who exactly she was. She wiggled, sniggering, and it suddenly hit him, because he laughed, flopping back against the bed.
"Mn, Jesus," he sighed, wriggling in the sheets, just relaxing. Bakura moved again, lying ontop of him, resting her head in arms crossed over his chest. She studied him, eyes taking in the small scars here and there she hadn't noticed from afar.
"Bakura," she said, eyes on his again. The lavender ones opened, looking at her.
"What?"
"Bakura," she repeated, crooked grin spreading on her face. "My name's Bakura."
"…" Akefia laughed, wrapping his arms around the girl, squeezing her. "Akefia, dollface~"
The two chuckled, and lay there for quite some time. Akefia never did realize Marik had left.
BREAK
This time, it was Marik's turn to seek the healing breakfast gravy of The Hangover Diner. Sunglasses shielding his eyes from the too-bright sun, he sank in his seat, a hoodie covering his spiky hair and taming it similar to his twin brother's. He groaned as the plate was set in front of him, shushing the waitress with his hands, banishing her from him.
He speared some biscuit smothered in gravy, and shoved it vehemently into his mouth, not caring as bits of biscut crumbled around his plate or drips of gravy dribbled onto his favourite sweatshirt. None of that mattered. All that was important was curing this god-awful headache in his head.
The previous night was somewhat of a blur. After the sex romp, Marik had been rather burnt out on sex to actually seek another woman. Instead, he numbly left the party, heading to a nearby bar he only rarely visited. Alcohol generally wasn't his thing, but for some reason, he desperately needed some last night. He didn't recall what it was he drank, but it must have been a lot. Marik had woken up on the floor of his apartment as opposed to in his bed, typical of his twin getting him somewhere and leaving him to suffer on the ground as punishment for the hassle.
While Marik couldn't blame him his actions, he was none too happy with how it affected his head. Namely, negatively. It felt as though a jackhammer was splitting his head in two
Stuffing more food in his mouth, Marik got out his phone, setting it on the table. No text messages. That was strange. He would have thought Akefia would have texted him at some point. Asking where he went when he wasn't there when he got up from the post-orgasm high, making sure he got home alright, or even checking on him in the morning before Akefia went off to work; Marik had expected at least one. But still, his phone was dead silent as the minutes ticked by
It was two, now. Two in the afternoon. Akefia would be getting off work in three hours. Marik frowned once the thought of his best friend touched his mind again. He had been shoving the thought away continuously during his time being conscious, and, come to think of it, that may have been why he drank so much the previous night. He didn't want to think about what happened between them, but, somehow, it kept creeping up in his mind.
There he was, towering on top of him, smirking that smirk he usually only gave to woman to tease their affections. Hair falling in his face just enough, Marik saw his hand reach up and grab a fist-full of the stuff, and for once, Akefia let him. Broad chest, muscled abdomen, stretching above him, his hands allowed to roam over them, touch them. Scratching on instinct, his head tilted slightly, pleasurable groan emitting from him at the pain…
Marik kicked the table accidentally, the clattering noise sending enough pain to his head to lose his train of thought. He grumbled, rubbing his temple with his palm as he crammed the last of the biscuit in his mouth, flagging the waitress down for another plate. It was thoughts like that that he had been trying to drown out last night.
Besides, Akefia towering over him wasn't what he wanted to envision. If he must remember that excursion, why not remember the good part? Akefia underneath him, eyes hard but letting him take the lead, his marks showing on the tan neck stretched out to give him access. His hand automatically reaching down to grope him, that gasp and moan, the hard thing straining in the fabric, practically screaming at him to release it –
The plate was set down in front of him, and Marik dug in, scowling. He hated this. Hated every second. Every moment that went by that put him one bit closer to madness. He kept trying to tell himself he was just reliving what he wanted to surpress, what he wanted to bury and forget about. What he wanted was to hang out with Akefia, get back to normal. Maybe once they destroyed some Zombie's heads together, the images would die, and they could go back to just being friends.
Marik sighed, rubbing his eyes. What was he going to do.
BREAK
That night, Marik found himself walking along the sidewalk to his friend's rental house, hands shoved in his pockets and eyes firmly on the ground. He hadn't called ahead, but usually that wasn't a problem. He was intending on barging in as he always did, flopping on his couch, and putting in a video game wordlessly, expecting him to join.
Somehow, though, his heart was pumping a little too fast as he raised his fist, banging on the door.
He heard a voice call something indiscernible, which he took to be a loud 'Come in'. As soon as he opened the door, he realized it was not.
Naked once again, the girl from last night was sprawled out on the couch he had intended on plopping on, rolling her eyes at him. Akefia was a few feet from the door, quickly tugging on a dusty pair of jeans. "Oh, Marik, hey," he grinned, nevertheless walking to the door and standing between Marik and the entryway. "I wasn't expecting company."
"…. Other company, you mean," Marik corrected, eyes narrowing in a scowl at the woman who grinned and wiggled her fingers at him.
"Yeah, er, right," Akefia sighed, seemingly flustered. "Look, Marik, this isn't a good time."
"… I can see that." He turned his scowl to his friend, surprised at how low his heart seemed to be sinking. What the hell?
"I'll, er, text you later, okay? We can hang out tomorrow," Akefia half-grinned, trying his best to make the situation less awkward.
Marik said nothing. He sighed, turned, and walked back out, down the sidewalk, turning in the direction of the bar.
[[A/N: Yikes this was long. This story was a good three months in the making. Anyway, I wasn't intending on it being two parts, but it just might be, depending on how my life goes coming up. Leave a review, I'd love feedback on this. ]]