Bean Bag
Rated: High T
Warnings: Adult themes, language, and phallic objects
Pairing: Rogueshipping
Characters: Marik Ishtar, Yami Bakura and Thief King Bakura (Akefia)
Marik studied the paper in his hands, glancing over the directions before shifting his gaze to his two room-mates, Bakura and Akefia. The yami and the ancient Egyptian both were already bickering before even stepping foot inside of the store.
Rolling his eyes, Marik began walking, folding up the paper and shoving it into his pocket. He didn't know about those two idiots, but he knew what he had in mind.
Their mission was short, simple and sweet:
Obtain a beanbag at all costs.
During the move to their new home, their old beanbag had been ripped. It had been a simple, nice, dutiful little chair that seemed to curl about one's body in the best way possible. It's soft, grainy filling that should've been uncomfortable instead allowed your ass to float above the ground, while still being set in a stationary place. It also allowed your back to rest against the most lovely fabric, giving you Heaven on Earth as your head lolled back.
With a grim expression, Marik pushed open the front doors, and quickly marched farther back into the store, dead-set on finding that one perfect beanbag. He could hear Bakura and Akefia behind him, not really caring as much about the dumb beanbag. Marik was the only one that had really used it. The other two found normal chairs much more fitting.
"Would you both shut up?" Marik snapped finally, as they reached the beanbags. He whirled around in front of the multiple items, not even bothering to observe their vibrant colors, and soft, welcoming surfaces. "I'm getting a beanbag, with or without your bitching!"
Akefia snorted and crossed his arms, whereas Bakura smirked, taking a step towards the blonde. Blinking, Marik's eyes narrowed, and he watched Bakura grow closer.
"You know, Marik, there happens to be a very good beanbag behind you, that even I am interested at seeing you on," the albino purred, before placing a hand upon Marik's broad shoulder, and shoving the boy roughly.
With an irritated noise, Marik stumbled backwards, falling down upon the soft surface of a beanbag. Bakura stared down at him, a predatory look upon his pale face. Akefia, by this point, had drawn up close as well, face splitting wide with a grin as he watched Marik struggle to sit up once more.
"What's so great about this one?" Marik grumbled, though he had to admit he liked the feel of it. Slowly, he began running his fingers up the side of it, before pausing to study it more. It was pretty long, and wide, made specifically for the back. Near the bottom, there were two rather large pieces, presumably for one to let their knees rest upon them.
"Oh, I just like seeing you on it, as I stated before," Bakura purred. Looking up, Marik saw that both the men above him were staring at him with avid interest, just like when they wanted to fuck or be fucked.
"Yes, for once I agree with my other self," Akefia purred, and swooped down, knees touching the cold tile as he leaned in, resting a hand on Marik's thigh. Bakura followed swiftly after, but on the other side, hands moving to caress Marik's opposite leg, clearly trying to excite the boy.
"Hm." Marik said simply, and removed their hands before rising up from his seated position. Both the Bakuras merely watched, smirking as he stared down at the beanbag he'd been on.
It was shaped like a penis.
Coughing slightly, Marik stepped to the side that Akefia was on, just to have the thief's hand wrap around his waist, holding him in place. "Now, now, dear Marik," the grey haired man murmured, reaching up to run his tongue along Marik's exposed sides.
"Akefia," Marik gave a warning growl, and shoved the thief away by the forehead. He easily side-stepped the other Egyptian's arm, just to be grabbed by Bakura, and pushed back down onto the beanbag.
With a slight unf! noise, Marik landed against the beanbag, hearing the crinkling noise of fabric beneath him. Bakura didn't follow him down, and merely watched as Marik rose into the sitting position once more.
"Oh for the love of Ra!" Marik barked, before swinging his legs around, straddling the beanbag. "Is this what you want?" the blonde growled mutinously as he rubbed his hips against the surface, tossing his head back slightly. "Oh Bakura! Oh Akefia! Yes oh Gods I'm getting so hard!" Marik mock-moaned, giving each of the Bakuras heavy glares. Neither of them were paying much attention, however, and instead moved as one; almost like a pride of lionesses stalking their prey.
One on either side of him, they looped their arms around his waist, both trailing kisses along his cheeks and neck, tongues slithering between the chinks of the gold their lover wore. Marik moaned for real, and tilted his head back, smirking as they lavished him. No matter how indifferent he acted, Marik enjoyed the feeling of power that came with having the two men loving him-almost as if he were the Pharaoh, and they were his harem.
Turning sideways, Marik engaged Akefia in a kiss, turning on the bag so that way he could press more urgently against the other. Bakura took that chance to crane his neck down, tongue leaving wet trails along Marik's spine, causing the boy to shudder. Akefia was returning the kiss, while allowing his hands to roam beneath Marik's shirt, brushing across all of the blonde's sensitive spots.
"Mommy, what're they doing!" Came an exited cry off to the side, making all three men pause, and reminding them they were currently sitting in the middle of a store. It turns out, it was the child of a worker, and the woman was staring at them, opened mouthed, whereas the little boy was grinning.
Marik coughed, and rose up from his seat, brushing off his pants and stepping back out onto the open floor. Akefia and Bakura joined him, hands still brushing against his as they stared at him, cruel grins warping their features.
"Well, I think our mission was accomplished," Marik huffed, ignoring the gaping worker. "I have the new beanbag I want, and I think this time, we can all enjoy it."
-(-o-)-
Oh I fail at endings.
... I cheated and did Rogue...
I can't write sexy things...xD
I've never sat in a beanbag, so I'm sorry um... I just compared it to beanie babies and stuff...
And this is my first time ever writing a three-way... thing.
This was supposed to be 'short' but... It's very rare I can write something 'short'. In English class, we were supposed to write a one paragraph response to a painting (Starry Starry Night) and I ended up doing a whole friggn' five-point essay.
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For those of you here on FF, this was a Challenge for something on Tumblr. For whatever word gets put in my AskBox, I write a short-story revolving around Thief/Citron (or another pairing, if stated other-wise) and that word.
If you would like to participate, you may~. The more the merrier, eh? The link to my Tumblr is on my profile, so yeah. Or PM on he~re.. Either way this was so much fucking fun! xD