***Prompt from Slinking Fox: a hikarishipping/ yamishipping combo where Ryou is in the hospital and Marik likes to where dresses***


Marik's leather mini-skirt hiked up almost to his waist, but neither he nor Bakura paid it any as they raced down the road in Marik's motorcycle. Bakura jumped off the bike in the parking lot and sprinted into the hospital. The corridors were a blur as he searched for the correct room number. As soon as he burst through the door, two pairs of arms grabbed him- Kek and Atem's.

"Let me go you fuckers!" Bakura lunged forward, but he only pressed an inch further.

"Bakura, calm down. He's okay," Kek said.

"Okay? You dumb shit, he's in a hospital bed!"

"What?" Ryou laughed. Bandages snaked around his chest, but he didn't seemed bothered by them. "Are you jealous that someone else stabbed me for a change?"

Bakura growled, slumping in Atem's and Kek's arms.

"Ryou, that's mean," Yugi said.

"It's his right," Bakura muttered. Once he calmed down, Atem and Kek released him and Bakura sat in the chair closest to Ryou.

Marik appeared a minute later. He sat on Bakura's lap and asked, "What happened?"

Ryou frowned at the memory. "I saw an old lady getting mugged so I ran up and punched the guy. He went down but he had a partner who stabbed me before running off. I got the purse, though, and both guys were later arrested, so I'm counting it as a win."

"You should count yourself an idiot," Bakura grumbled from behind Marik.

They stayed until night fall and then the others went home- except Bakura. Bakura refused to leave Ryou's side. Three days later Yugi wrapped his arms around Bakura's neck and rested his head on Bakura's shoulder. "Bakura,you need a nap and a shower."

"Soon as he's released."

"Bakura there are five of us here to look after Ryou. You don't have to do this on your own."

"Go fuck yourself, Yugi."

Yugi stood up. "Go home or I'll have Kek carry you home."

"Go. Fuck. Yourself."

"Okay. Carried it is." Yugi marched out of the room.

Ryou sighed. "Bakura, I love you, and I understand that why you're keeping guard- I understand that beneath your tough act you're terrified that you'll lose your family again, but you heard the doctors. I'm fine. I'll go home tomorrow."

Bakura started at Ryou, silent.

Ryou gave him a tired smile. "Please go home. You're driving me crazy."

Bakura sighed. "I know Yugi and Marik make for better nurses."

Ryou's smile softened. "It's cute watching you try, though."

"I guess I should at least take a shower."

"And take a nap."

Bakura stood up, leaning over the bed. "You ever do anything stupid like this again, I will fucking bury you."

Ryou reached up and touched Bakura's cheek. "I love you too, Bakura."

As he walked towards the door, Kek and Atem entered.

"I'm going," Bakura snapped before they could speak.

Atem grinned. "I'm still under orders to take care of you for a night."

Bakura raised a white eyebrow. "Yeah?"

Atem gestured to Kek. "Both of us."

"Why not Marik?" Bakura asked.

Kek grinned. "He and Yugi are going to take care of Ryou instead."

"Well I guess I have no choice." He winked at Ryou. "Enjoy your nurses."


Marik walked through the door shortly after Bakura left. Ryou narrowed his eyes at Marik. "That handbag doesn't match that dress at all. What are you up to?"

Marik answered with a vicious grin. "This was my biggest hand bag, and I needed to smuggle a lot of stuff in."

"Like what?" Ryou asked.

"Like these." He pulled out a box with the brand name of Ryou's favorite bakery and handed it to Ryou.

Ryou closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of pastries before opening the box and admiring the dozen cream puffs with in. "Oh Marik, I love you so much right now. This hospital food has been killing me."

He reached out to the one but Yugi stopped him, shifting over to sit on the bed with Ryou. "What kind of nurses would we be if we let you feed yourself, Ryou?"

Ryou blushed a little, turning his head. "You don't have to do that, Yugi. You guys are as bad as Bakura."

Marik and Yugi laughed at that. Yugi grabbed a cream puff and held it up for Ryou to take a bite out of. While he was distracted, Marik slipped the clip for his heart monitor off of his finger and then turned off the machine.

Ryou glanced over at the dark monitor. "Marik, you're going to make the nurses bust in here if you mess with the equipment."

Marik smirked. "Not if I've already bribed them to stay out of here for a few hours."

"You did not."

Marik raised an eyebrow. Yugi chuckled a little. "Considered it some alternative medicine." He gave Ryou another cream puff to end the argument.

After a third one, Yugi set the box to the side. He cupped Ryou's face in both his hands, kissing him before pulling away. "We know just the thing to help you relax so you can recover faster."

"A-are you sure this is a good idea?" Ryou flushed.

He liked the idea . . . oh so much. He'd been laid up in the hospital for days and he missed his house full of random boyfriends and friends with benefits, but they were in a hospital. Marik crawled onto the bed with Ryou, lifting up the lavender skirt of the dress he'd worn that day so he could straddle Ryou with his bronzed legs without tugging at the fabric.

"Relax, Ryou. The staff is bribed, the door is locked, and Yugi's making sure Bakura is being taken care of- stop worrying."

Ryou nodded. Distracted by the way Marik and Yugi stared at him, Ryou forgot all about his injury.


Wet, white hair slapped Atem's face as Bakura intentionally flipped his hair from one shoulder to the other. All Atem tried to do with hand Bakura a towel, but he should have known better than to get too close. Yugi had given Atem very specific orders to be nice to Bakura - it seemed like their entire group always told Atem to be nice to Bakura, but Atem couldn't see why he should. No one ever told Bakura to be nice to Atem.

Once Yugi tried to explain that it was because Bakura was more sensitive that he seemed on the outside, but Atem couldn't see it. The former dark spirit was hardly human. Even Kek had adjusted to life better than Bakura, and their shaky truce teetered on a mutual understanding that they had to share the same toys or otherwise neither of them would get to play. As far as Atem was concerned, there was no need to be nice as long as they didn't openly argue.

Bakura smacked Atem with another lash of wet hair. "Oh, so sorry, did that hit you?" Bakura smirked.

Gods Atem wanted to punch him- right into his smirking mouth. "You can't bait me today, Bakura. My mission was to see you bathed, fed, and put to bed, and I'm going to do it no matter how difficult you are."

Bakura sneered, leaning close. "Yes. Yugi snaps, and you jump."

Atem smiled. "Kinda like you and Marik, huh?"

Bakura barked laughter at Atem's rebuttal. Then he did something expected. He grabbed Atem by the hair and bit his neck, hard. It hurt, Atem muffled a pained sound, wincing and trying to rid out whatever sadistic urge Bakura was acting out, but Bakura didn't let go. He just stood there, yanking at Atem's hair, sinking his teeth into the side of Atem's neck. Normally Atem would have pushed Bakura away and yell at him, but for some reason he thought about that evening with Yugi, and Yugi giving Atem a sad, bitter-sweet smile as he told Atem that Bakura was more sensitive that he seemed on the outside.

So, just to try it, instead of pushing Bakura away, Atem drew him closer. Instead of screaming at Bakura, he reached up and started combing his fingers through Bakura's tangled, showered hair.

Bakura started to tremble.

Atem pulled him closer, keeping one hand in Bakura's hand, and using the other to trace the sharp curves of bone jutting from Bakura's shoulder blades. Bakura's teeth stayed clamped down on Atem's skin, but they loosened until the bite no longer hurt.

Atem turned his head. He kissed Bakura's head, moving his lips as close to Bakura's forehead as he could. Bakura straightened himself up, growling a warning against Atem's lips. "Stop it."

He bit Atem's bottom lip, tugging with his teeth.

Again it hurt, but Atem was learning the rules to the game at this point. He didn't whimper or try to hurt Bakura back, instead he held Bakura's cheeks and turned the bite into an awkward kiss. Bakura leaned into the kiss turning it into something deep, lingering, and desperate. A strange ache filled Atem's chest, and maybe (he admitted to himself) he'd been wrong when he'd thought there'd never been a need to be nicer.

"Ryou's fine. He'll be out of the hospital in a day or two," Atem whispered when they pulled apart.

Bakura clenched his teeth, slamming Atem against the wall and wrapping his hands around Atem's throat. "I never asked for your fucking opinion."

Atem grabbed the back of Bakura's head and pulled him in for another kiss. His hands slid down from Atem's throat and dug into his shoulders.

The door opened and Kek peeked inside. "Well that explains why it was so quiet. I thought maybe you both killed each other."

"Like he could hurt me." Bakura snorted.

Kek rolled his eyes, and walked up to Bakura. "You know, all you ever do is talk shit."

Atem smirked. "Try kissing him. It worked well a moment ago."

"Fuck you, Pharaoh."

Atem whispered in Bakura's ear, "Is that a request?"

Bakura slapped him and Atem responded with another kiss, only this time he shoved his tongue into Bakura's mouth.

Bakura pulled away and spat on the floor. "Make this quick. I have shit to do."

"Yeah, you're so busy." Kek lifted Bakura up, slung him over his shoulder, and carried him to the closest bedroom.

"Yeah, real fucking macho, I'm so damn impressed." Bakura rolled his eyes as Kek threw him on the mattress.

They ended up in Marik's room, it was one of the few that had a proper bed. Kek prepped Bakura; Bakura growled threats. Atem leaned against the bedpost and watched with amusement.

"We've never done this split before," Bakura said.

"I call top!" Kek shouted.

"Middle!" Atem laughed when he saw the look on Bakura's face.

"What the fuck? It's not like calling shotgun."

"Says the loser."

Bakura scowled at Atem. "Wanna roll dice? If I win - we switch spots."

Kek smirked. "I think we should leave it as is."

"Why do you even care, asshole? You get to top either way."

"Because, Bakura," Kek purred, "Why would I want to fuck a petty thief when I could fuck a king?"

"I was the King of Thieves!"

"He was very fierce back then," Atem said it out loud, though it was more of a thought than an addition to the conversation.

Bakura frowned, and Kek pulled away from Bakura, giving Atem a side glance as he smirked. "Come here."

Atem sat on the bed, and Kek slammed him into the mattress. He shoved his face between Atem's legs and started to lick Atem's asshole. Atem threw his head back and cried out.

"Flip him over," Bakura said.

Kek obliged, returning to his rim job. Bakura lifted himself to his knees in front of Atem, grabbing Atem's hair and shoving his cock down Atem's throat.

Atem relaxed his jaw. He figured Bakura deserved a blow job since he was going to let Atem fuck him. He licked Bakura until his white cock gleamed with spit, and then allowed his head to hit the back of Atem's throat.

Kek slipped inside, and Atem moaned. He got into the moment more than he should have. Far too soon, Kek was growling as he came.

He pulled out and lay on the mattress to recover, but Bakura's fingers twitched in Atem's hair.

"Don't . . . stop . . . you can fuck me, just don't . . . St-ahh."

In a haze of arousal, Atem wiggled two fingers up Bakura's ass. When he found Bakura's prostate, he dragged his fingers across and downward, repeating the movement with slow, steady curls of his fingers.

Bakura made a delirious, enraptured sound, and it continued until Atem was swallowing Bakura's hot spunk. Bakura dropped down to the mattress.

Kek started to laugh at them. "I'm getting pizza now. Don't fall in love while I'm away- that'd be really weird."

"Fuck you," Bakura whispered. It wasn't loud enough for Kek to hear, but Bakura didn't seem to mind. He had a dreamy look in his eyes that Atem had never seen before.

"Do you need a nap?" Atem asked, suddenly too nervous to go through with it now that Kek was gone.

Bakura grinned, as if sensing Atem's hesitation. He opened his legs and gestured for Atem to crawl closer.

Atem obeyed. Hovering over Bakura and allowing Bakura to guide Atem's cock inside of him. Atem gasped when Bakura squeezed his pelvic floor muscles in time to Atem's thrust.

Atem moved slow. He had to, it was too good to speed through.

"Kek's an idiot." Atem moaned, closing his eyes.

Bakura chuckled. "I think he was intentionally doing you a favor."

It was probably true. Kek had slept with Bakura before,but Atem couldn't give it much thought. He was climbing, climbing fast, then coming, his toes curling.

Afterward he lay in a heap on the bed. Bakura sighed, and then sat up.

"You're s'posed to take a nap," Atem murmured.

"There really is something that I have to do."

"Oh . . ." Atem muttered. "W-want some help?" For some reason, Atem didn't want to be alone at that moment.

Bakura reached out his hand. Atem flinched, expecting his hair to get tugged again, but Bakura merely ran his fingers through the tri colored stands. "Sure. Whatever. Grab some pizza for us and meet me in Ryou's room. Bonus points if you con Kek into joining- he probably will if he knows it's for Ryou."

Atem did what Bakura asked, wondering what he had planned. In Ryou's room, Atem saw Bakura laying foam hills on top of Ryou's RPG table.

Bakura looked up, sheepish. "You know how much he loves this dumb game. I figured." Bakura shrugged. "We could set up a campaign to play when he gets home. All six of us."