***Yamishipping au prompt where Mariku tops, Bakura bottoms, and Yami is in between. ***
Blood filled his mouth. Bakura swallowed, the taste of copper and iron sliding down his throat. He was trapped in an alley, five other guys around him. They looked as he did, split lips and black eyes, but five on one were odds Bakura couldn't keep up with.
A fist found his ribs and he doubled over. A pair of laced fists smashed into the back of Bakura's head knees crashed to the pavement. Five pairs of feet kicked at him, and all Bakura could do was cover his face and hope he survived.
Then everything stopped. Bakura peeked up and watched two other figures walk into the alley.
"Come to save your boyfriend?" one of them jerred.
"Maybe. Gonna try and stop us?"
Bakura recognized Mariku's voice and grinned despite his swollen bottom lip. His attackers were fucked. Mariku carried a baseball bat and wore a manic grin, but it was Yami the others really needed to look out for. He had one hand shoved in his pocket as the other toyed with a Zippo lighter.
Someone swung at Mariku. He dodged without issue and then swung. The bay connected to the bastard's face. Blood and teeth sprayed out of his mouth, and his nose went crooked. He dropped to the ground.
Meanwhile, some fool charged at Yami. He pulled something from his pocket and flicked his lighter. A fireball bloomed out before, setting the attacking fool on fire.
Mariku managed to break a third asshole's kneecap before the other two retreated. Then Bakura felt himself being lifted up into Mariku's arms.
"I had it," Bakura muttered, though he wasn't going anyone.
"We know." Yami grinned. "We just wanted out share of the fun."
They carried Bakura back to their apartment, leaving the three bodies with varying damage behind.
Back at home, they lay Bakura on their bed and started to undress him.
"Oh Bakura." Yami frowned, teaching his fingers over the bruises clouding Bakura's ribs.
"I'm fine." He winced. "just give me some aspirin."
They left and came back with aspirin, ice packs, and a wet cloth. Yami bathed Bakura's cuts while Mariku pressed ice against Bakura's bruises.
He hissed at both their gentle touches and the cold. "Really, ah, I'm fine. You c-can stop."
"Fucking bastard." Mariku snorted. "You're flushed as hell. This is getting you off, isn't it"
He had to admit, the combination of their caresses, the mild pain, and then ice was making Bakura's pants tight."
"What can I say?" Bakura smirked. "You know I don't mind a little pain."
"Take off his pants Yami."
"Fun as that sounds, Mariku, is it prudent?"
"Bakura's had a rough night. I think he needs a little love and care to help him recover. Plus I want to shove a few of these ice cubes up his ass and watch him squirm."
Yami glanced at Bakura, and Bakura nodded to show that he was onboard. They propped several pillows behind him and stripped off his pants.
Yami's hot mouth trailed down Bakura's bare, white chest. As Yami kissed his skin, Mariku traced his nipple with an ice cube. Bakura groaned, trying to stay still and relax so he didn't further hurt himself.
Mariku toyed with Bakura's thigh and then shoved the first ice cube inside. Yami followed the action by licking Bakura's entrance. The mix of hot and cold made Bakura's belly hitch with pleasure.
By the third ice cube, Bakura was reaching to grab himself, but Yami held his wrists to stop him. Mariku forced a final ice cube past Bakura's asshole before grabbing the lube. Bakura was already wet from spit and melting ice, but he allowed Yami to prep him.
Yami slipped inside, closing his maroon eyes and sighing.
Bakura grabbed his hair, pulling their faces close. "Nice and tight isn't it, bitch? Makes you want to cum already.
Mariku smacked Yami's narrow ass before he began to prep him. "Bakura, your a fucking whore." He growled as he fucked Yami's asshole with two slick fingers.
"Fuck yeah I'm a whore." He grunted as Yami rammed his cock in deep. "Why else would I have let five guys pound me in an alley? That was foreplay."
"You're awful," Yami whispered, moaning as Mariku shoved inside him. "You could have been hurt."
"Never. Forget about that and focus on my tight ass wrapped around your prick."
Each time Mariku shoved forward, Yami thrust deeper. Between Mariku rocking into him, and Bakura squeezing around him, Yami was the first to come.
Afterward, Bakura shifted up so that his cock bobbed an inch away from Yami's lips. Bakura grabbed another fist full of tri-colred hair and shoved Yami's face down. Saliva dripped down Bakura's shaft as Yami sucked and slurped at Bakura's cock, careless in the way he occasionally let his teeth scrape Bakura's shaft.
After Bakura came, he settled down into the pillows, petting Yami's hair as Mariku continued the plow him from behind.
"You cock-sucking bitch!" Mariku screamed as he pulled out in time to spray Yami's ass with his hot seed.
Bakura grinned because he knew Mariku had meant in as a compliment to Yami. Both Yami and Mariku laid on either side of Bakura, checking his bruises and making sure none of his cuts bleed.
Bakura started at the ceiling, trying not to think about the alley. "You guys? Thanks for bringing home."
Yami shrugged. "You know we got your back."
"Of course we'll talk a lot of shit." Mariku snorted. "But if anyone else ever messes with you we'll fuck them up."
"Yeah … I know."