***En Media Res means "In the Middle of Things" it's when a story starts in the middle of a the narrative action w/o initial setup or explanation (which is what this story does because I couldn't figure out how The Altershipping got started so I just plopped it at the beginning of the PWP) and then I realized that it was sort of a pun, so I went with it.***

Ryou was trapped, gold and copper behind him and gold and copper before him. Both men pressed close to his back and chest, almost smothering him with proximity. Neither liked to share, and that made them greedy. Mariku, behind Ryou, had one fist wrapped in Ryou's hair while the other hand clenched Ryou's shoulder. Marik, in front of Ryou, twisted one of Ryou's nipples and clenched Ryou's hip.

Ryou loved the attention; he loved being overwhelmed by both at once. He relaxed in their grip, closed his eyes, and groaned as their hands fought over who touched him most. Marik upped the ante by seizing Ryou's mouth. Mariku met his challenge by biting into the nape of Ryou's neck. Ryou moaned into Marik's kiss, squirming but unable to move because of how tightly he was stuck between the two.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Marik whispered against Ryou's mouth.

Before Ryou could answer, Mariku licked up the shell of Ryou's ear. "Or do you want me to fuck you?"

Ryou gasped for breath. "P-please . . . Marik- Mariku- please."

Marik petted Ryou's long hair. "Which one, Sweet?"

Ryou couldn't focus, his was aroused out of his mind and aching from balls to head. "Both. I want you both at once."

He could see Marik look up and glare over Ryou's shoulder, and he could imagine Mariku returning the glare with equivalent scorn, but neither would deny Ryou what he asked for. To say no would be to give the other a chance to seem the better lover, so they would indulge Ryou, even if that meant cooperating.

Marik grabbed a six inch dong, coating it with lube and slipping it straight into Ryou's backside. It was rough prep, but it'd make it easier on Ryou in the long run. While Ryou rode the dong, Mariku continued to bite his neck and shoulders, twisting both Ryou's nipples at once while Marik teased his fingers up and down Ryou's shaft and held the dong in place with his off hand.

After a few minutes, they switched to a foot long dong, adding as much lube as possible before Ryou slid down the toy. He huffed out a hard breath, taking his time to adjust to the girth of the toy before bobbing up and down on it. Marik held it with both hands and Mariku guided Ryou's hips. Ryou balled his hands into fists. He was so turned on that he wanted to stroke himself and come in Marik's mouth and down his chin, but he held back, knowing the dong was only the prelude.

"I'm ready." Ryou slid up, allowing Marik to pull the toy away.

They switched to a silver bottle of lube, a high-grade silicon variety that wasn't toy safe, but much slicker. Mariku slathered the gel over his cock, sitting at the foot of the bed. Ryou crawled off the bed and eased himself down on Mariku's length. Mariku lay back against the mattress and Ryou leaned back on his chest.

"Is your back okay?" Marik asked as he stood in front of them. It was always a point of mutual consideration between them, even when everything else was competition.

"Fine," Mariku growled, as if he had to prove that it didn't bother him.

"Get up on your forearms," Ryou suggested.

Mariku growled again.

"Better angle for me," Ryou said, defusing the moment.

Mariku tched, but he raised up on his forearms. Ryou gave him a purr of approval, a reward for complying. Then he looked at Marik and nodded.

Marik held Ryou's left leg up and out. He used a lube-drenched finger to press between Mariku's cock and Ryou's asshole, stretching Ryou further. He added a second finger and repeated the process, and then a third. Ryou puffed quick, short breaths. He tried to say Marik's name, but only managed a long mmmmm of sound.

Marik took out his fingers and grabbed his cock. He gave It a few strokes, making sure he was as stiff as possible before pushing his way inside. The breath choked in Ryou's throat. He squeezed his eyes shut, mouth open in a silent scream. Marik held both of Ryou's legs out to give them both enough room. Mariku rocked up while Marik rocked forward.

Ryou felt like an atom being split to create a bomb. He forced a shaky breath into his lungs and then exhaled. He kept his eyes closed, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so full. Again, he wanted to plead and whine and beg to be stroked so he could come.

"Not yet," Marik said as if reading his thoughts. "It's too soon."

Ryou whimpered, in joy and in frustration as his cock twitched unattended against his belly.

"Not until we're close." Mariku laughed behind Ryou.

Ryou's eyes fluttered open. He stared at the ceiling, trying to process the wide, all-encompassing pleasure. "Fuck," he swore at the light fixture above him.

Ryou swallowed, his mouth dry. Both Marik and his other half were the perfect length for double penetration, long, long shafts guiding in and out of Ryou with enough room for both to maneuver. The knot of Marik's head rubbed right on Ryou's prostate because of the tight fit between the two men. Ryou almost blacked out from the jolts of pleasure stabbing him again, and again, and again, and it didn't stop, both men had considerable endurance, all Ryou had to do was relax and let the pleasure drive him fucking mad.

"Ready?" Mariku whispered in Ryou's ear.

"Aaaaah!"

"I think he's ready." Marik nodded, sweating from the physical effort. He slammed his hips forward, striking Ryou's prostate so hard that in challenged the line between pleasure and pain, and Ryou wanted more.

Mariku reached for Ryou's shaft and squeezed.

"Oh gods yes!" Ryou wailed the moment he felt the rough warmth of Mariku's calloused palms. "Yes . . . fuck . . . yes . . . fuck!"

Ryou's hair clung to him in sweat-dampened ribbons. He shuddered, his legs trembling, a low, final moan vibrated deep within his chest as he succumbed to a strong orgasm that seemed to stretch on far past anything he'd ever experienced before.

Ryou swooned, falling back against Mariku's chest. They both slammed harder into Ryou's body, faster, faster, faster, racing each other to their own satisfactions. Ryou felt Marik's nails dig into his thighs as Mariku's nails dug into his hips. Then it was over as all three of them gasped for air.

Mariku pulled Ryou up to the head of the bed, wrapping his arms around Ryou and nosing Ryou's back in affection. Ryou smiled. That's how it'd started with the three of them, Marik and Mariku fighting for affection which somehow ended with their clothes off. Marik crawled up to them, trying to act indifferent and laying faced away from Ryou. Ryou grabbed Marik and pulled him an inch closer so he could spoon Marik even as Mariku spooned Ryou.

"Am I too close to your back?" Ryou asked. He tried to keep his arms lower, around Marik's belly where he couldn't aggravate his scars.

Marik shook his head. "It's good."

Ryou huffed a muffled breath to acknowledge Marik's answer. As he fell asleep he thought that there was no other place he'd rather be than where he was, right in the middle of two warm, bronze-colored gods.