As Bakura and Marik rounded the corner to Yugi's place they observed Kaiba locking the door. He shook his arm and glanced at his watch. He straightened the collar of his dress shirt, adjusted his tie, and fixed his damp hair. Just as he finished his limo pulled up. Everything was meticulous as if done dozens of times before. He was unaware he was being watched until he was half way to his limo. Their eyes met and didn't leave each other's until he was in the limo.
"Why does Kaiba have a key? We don't even have a key…" Marik mused aloud for the both of them.
"Yugi said he entertained Kaiba. I wonder if it's by choice." Bakura gritted his teeth, the very thought made his skin crawl. He knew there were no depths to Kaiba's depravity.
"Our little clam inside isn't going to tell us," Marik grumbled. This would be a hell of a lot easier if Yugi wasn't so fucking tight lipped about what was going on. There was no doubt he was so secretive about it because of who he was involved with.
"We could always get him drunk." Bakura suggested.
"Come to think of it- we've never seen Yugi drink more than one beer."
"You're right. He doesn't ever just let loose… just like a certain someone." As if the limo was still waiting, he looked behind him. He looked back at the door, and pulled out a pair of gloves.
"I fucking love my thief," Marik smirked as he watched Bakura pull out a set of lock picks and start on the lock. At a better time he'd take advantage of how aroused this made him. There was just something about getting what you wanted even if it wasn't yours. They both wanted to know what Yugi was up to and it wasn't like they were going to get answers by normal means. It was time for 'by what ever means necessary'.
Bakura grinned like a feral cat with fresh fish. "Only thing better than a rough fuck is a victory one." He pocketed the tools and slowly turned the handle.
Marik vanished around the corner as Bakura slid inside.
Bakura quietly closed the door behind him. He could have been heavier and probably not of been heard- Yugi was in the shower. 'What the fuck happened in here?' He thought to himself as he carefully stepped around the overturned table at the front door. The contents of the drawer were spilled out onto the floor without a care. From there, every move he made was calculated so he could observe. What ever started at the door found its way to the kitchen. Smashed salt and pepper shakers and scattered napkins littered the floor. The damage didn't stop there, the chairs in the living room had been thrown or kicked against the wall. It looked like nights when Marik and himself horny as hell came stumbling in from a night of drinking. From watching Yugi, he knew where to step as he climbed the stairs. 'Fuck!' The pull out was a disaster. It looked like war not fucking had happened. The sheets had been torn, and if he had to guess it was to bound and gag. He held his breath as he glanced into the bathroom. He told himself it was just to make sure Yugi hadn't been- he couldn't make himself think the worst. With use of the mirror he watched him shower.
Aside from a few red marks that would disappear in an hour there wasn't a mark on him to indicate anything had happened. He continued to watch as the water slid over his body- the way he moved caused his skin to tighten and his muscles to move. His breath hitched. He could feel himself becoming impossibly hard, insanely aroused. He bit his lip and clenched his fist. He wanted nothing more now than to be a devil and jump him in the shower. He couldn't risk being caught, and tore himself away.
It took Bakura more work getting back through the house. He was having a difficult time focusing. On more than one occasion he caught himself after tripping. He thanked Rah Yugi was still showering. Why had he stopped to look? He knew why. But why? It could of just been a glance. Did this make him as bad as Kaiba. He told himself no. He didn't take things forcefully from the unwilling. That's what he told himself. Finally outside he let out a breath he swore he'd held since he had gone up the stairs. He hurried around the corner to meet up with Marik.
"So- oh?" Marik hadn't expected Bakura to come out looking sickly pale and aroused. Those two just didn't go together. "Looks like you need some therapy. I'm just not sure which kind." He wanted to laugh but was unsure if it was appropriate.
As Bakura looked into Marik's eyes he mentally shook off what ever disgust he felt. What ever look he had was replaced by something feral. He now had one thing on his mind. No matter how good Marik was this carnal desire wasn't going to be curbed by a blowjob. He dragged them to the side of the car away from public view. He knew Yugi would be awhile, giving them enough time to not get caught.
"Holy fucking hell! Who stoked the beast and forgot to tell me?" Marik about lost his footing as he was dragged to the car. He had the breath knocked from him as he was pushed against the car. Before he could catch it Bakura was hungrily kissing him. "That kinda therapy," he chuckled breathlessly. He ran his fingers through his hair before tangling his fingers in it and jerking his head back. He wasn't going to give him what he wanted easily- he could tell this wasn't one of those moments.
With a half ripped shirt, unfastened pants, and no shoes Marik looked like a tousled adult entertainer. He reclined the seat. "Are we going to talk about it?" He asked as he lit a cigarette.
"First we need a shower." Bakura said simply. He looked just as disheveled as Marik. They'd both done a number on each other. It was a wonder they hadn't broken anything on their persons or the car.
Marik smirked and handed him the cigarette. "I'm glad you get us asshole." He knew they both loved a good fuck but hated looking like a pair of victims afterword. He lit himself a cigarette.
"It's a nice night." He rolled both their windows down. "How about we take the scenic route home."
Marik nodded, "sounds nice." It was only an extra block. The shower could wait five minutes. He leaned himself against the door of the car, and let the wind hit his face and blow through his hair. The cool breeze felt wonderful.
Bakura took a drag of his cigarette and enjoyed the comfortable silence between them. He was reminded of peaceful times of another lifetime.
After the novelty of it wore off he leaned on the arm rest close to Bakura. "You know I'm up for round two in the shower." He gave him a squeeze through his half undone jeans.
"… you say I'm the insatiable one," there was amusement in Bakura's voice.
"You wake one beast, you wake them both." Marik squeezed Bakura suggestively again, this time a little firmer.
"Asshole stop being a fucking cock tease!" Bakura growled. He was quickly becoming pissed at not being able to take a fist full of Marik's hair and shove him face first between his legs. He could, but he wouldn't.
Marik held the cigarette between his lips as he squeezed out some lube. He unfastened Bakura's pants the rest of the way. He slid his slicked up hand into his jeans and proceeded to work all the right buttons. "Oh how the mighty thief has fallen," he chuckled as the car swerved a little. He didn't mind it- they always made it home in one piece. He returned to smoking as if nothing was amiss.
One hand was on the wheel, the other on Marik's. He loved the way he touched him, but fuck did he hate it. He knew he was going to do everything to just be a tease. "You're going to pay for this," Bakura said through gritted teeth.
"I'm sure I will," Marik chuckled. "We both know you're the fucking brute."
Marik tore into his sandwich like a ravenous animal. Having spent over half the day rutting he was starved. Still chewing he asked, "so what the fuck got you so hot and bothered?"
Bakura leaned against their dining table, and stuffed his own mouth full of sandwich. "Yugi was in the shower and I stopped to watch." He admitted without shame. He was past the point of embarrassment that almost any little thing could sexually arouse him, it was who he was.
Marik's eyes said what he was thinking 'a shower.' After Bakura looked away and stuffed his mouth with more sandwich, he sighed. "I'm glad you have some control," he teased. "It's not like you to randomly watch someone shower…"
"The entire house was in complete disarray. When I say entire I mean entire- from entry to the upstairs pull out. The sheets were shredded." Bakura looked uncharacteristically apologetic at Marik. "I just wanted to make sure he was alright… and then I was just standing there watching."
"Don't give me those eyes." Marik threw the rest of his sandwich at him. "Lighten up. It isn't like we haven't seen Yugi naked before or stuck our cocks up his ass." He grinned.
Bakura grinned back and caught the sandwich. "He is a good fuck isn't he, and not bad on the eyes."
"So you think Kaiba was there to wrestle, torture, or fuck?" Marik asked nonchalantly as he opened the fridge.
Bakura watched as Marik leaned half himself Into the fridge. He was intently looking for something. It didn't take much to lose something in there, they had zero organizational skills in their private space. "I said the sheets were shredded," Bakura gave a naughty grin. "I don't believe people use tatters of sheets during wrestling." There was a look of frustration on his face. "As for torture or fucking…" He shrugged.
Any expressions Bakura were giving were lost to Marik but he could hear them in his voice. "I'm over guessing what Kaiba did to Yugi and frankly I don't want to imagine it either." He kept his fridge find from him, and put it in the microwave.
"Other than some red streaks that would easily disappear within an hour or two he didn't have a mark on him." Bakura curiously watched Marik, "what are you doing?"
Marik grabbed a spoon and dipped it into the warm fudge. He chuckled as he brought the spoon to his mouth. He purposely let it drip so that it hit his torso and cock.
"What are you doing?" Bakura stuttered as he asked again. He wasn't dressed or traipsing the house in a towel so there was no hiding how aroused this was making him. He gripped the table until his knuckles were white. Having already used a good bit of his energy to be the dominate partner the last two rounds he was fairly tired but not so much so he couldn't go another round.
"You may have brute strength, but I've got brains and patience." Marik sat the spoon down. This time he dipped his fingers and let them drip. He used his tongue to play with them suggestively. He watched Bakura and smiled lasciviously. "It's your turn to suck my cock."
Bakura grinned and before he could completely kneel down to greedily suck on Marik's chocolate covered cock, Fingers were tangled in his hair holding him back. He looked up into his eyes.
"I told you I have patience." Marik dipped his free fingers into the fudge again. This time it dripped onto Bakura's face. "… and once you're begging I'm going to press you against the fridge and fuck you." He smirked and started licking his fingers.
"Asshole," Bakura growled but didn't struggle.
"Bakura answer your phone before they call mine again," Marik grumbled and rolled over. He had no idea what time it was. What he did know is that he was still exhausted and he wasn't looking forward to cleaning up the kitchen.
Bakura blindly felt around for the phone. Having finally found it, he mumbled, "hello." After a few short seconds he hung up.
"Telemarketer?" Marik asked hopefully.
"It's Yugi. He's standing outside." By the time Bakura said outside he was realizing what he was actually saying. If you ignored the fact that the kitchen looked like an art project the house was in fantastic shape all things considered.
"He fucking took the bar key… why not the house key as well…." Marik grumbled as he stumbled out of bed. Both him and Bakura who had showered and fallen into bed only a few hours ago looked like they'd been run over. He pulled one of the sheets to cover himself up.
"I don't think he'll care if you're wearing anything at all," there was mirth in Bakura's voice.
Marik smacked Bakura's ass. "Get up." He smacked his ass again.
"Keep that up and he'll be waiting twice as long."
"Or, he could join us." Marik wasn't sure where either of them would find the strength, but he knew they would. He yawned as he left the bedroom. "Come on."
Bakura came to stand behind Marik. He was having a hard time getting going- unless it was going back to sleep. "Why the fuck are we awake again?"
"Because you didn't tell him to come back later," Marik said as he opened the door.
Neither were prepared for Yugi. He was way to chipper for what ever time of day it was. One could assume mid morning or early afternoon.
"You two look like something the cat dragged in," Yugi snickered. "I'll make coffee and cook you some breakfast. That always helps me in the morning."
"I'd skip the kitchen and call for delivery." Bakura thinking of Marik dominating him in the kitchen was enough to wake all of him up. He gripped Marik's hips and ground himself suggestively.
"Don't even start," Marik growled.
Could this kitchen be any worse than hurricane Kaiba? That asshole was known for throwing tantrums, and on more than a few occasions smashing things. He wanted things immediately, and would clear a surface without care of its contents. Afterward, he wouldn't stay to clean up. He felt it was beneath him. With thoughts of Kaiba's mess to compare it to, he ignored the warning, and wandered into the kitchen. The few bits of kitchen furniture were misplaced and upturned. That was a piece of a cake. Then he saw the fudge- it was smeared from the fridge, to the table, to the wall. Kaiba never used anything so messy, not even his own cum or saliva. "Wo-" he caught himself, "-nothing some elbow grease can't fix."
Bakura and Marik leaned against the wall of the kitchen and watched Yugi.
Marik chuckled, "he did warn you."
"Didn't your momma's ever teach you not to play with your food," Yugi chided.
"I don't have a momma-" Marik scoffed.
"I don't remember mine-" Bakura grumbled.
"Well I'm not here to be yours." Yugi turned the chairs upright. It could get sticky behind a bar, but alcohol didn't resemble paste. He glanced at his hand, and resisted the urge to wipe it on his jeans. "This is gross." He wondered how anyone could find this shit fun or erotic.
"You may not be a missionary style man and can take it like a beast, but it's clear it's business for you." Bakura let it fall right out of his mouth without thought as to what he was saying.
"What he's trying to say is lighten up." Marik stepped on Bakura's foot. "There's got to be a fantasy rattling around in that head of yours," he grinned suggestively.
Yugi stared blankly at them both. He couldn't remember the last time he fantasized about something he wanted to do, but couldn't. Then he remembered when- Seto before he became just Kaiba. He had fantasized a good bit about that man, and what it would be like to be with him. That felt like a life time ago. He was bound to that man now. Any fantasies he did have now were Kaiba's, and Kaiba's were his. They were both voyeurs, and exhibitionist. Where the difference was is that one needed to dominate, while the other needed to be dominated. They'd unwillingly, unknowingly crafted each other over the years. It was a twisted relationship that neither seemed able to escape- or, wanted to.
"Yugi!" Marik snapped his fingers a couple times.
Yugi blinked a couple of times. "Nope. Absolutely no fantasies rattling around in my head. I told you I get what I want." He grinned and knelt down to pick up the contents up off the floor.
"You sure about that? We still have some fudge left?" Bakura grinned. "Marik's quite talented with it."
"Positive." Yugi started running the hot water in the sink. "My kink is liking it rough and public… not what ever this is." It seemed where ever he touched there was fudge, hand prints and long smears of it. "Again, it's gross."
Marik felt Bakura nudge him when Yugi said public. There really wasn't a smooth way of approaching that one. "You don't know what you're missing," he insisted.
"I'm good." Yugi pried the spoon from the counter.
"Any other do nots?" Bakura asked curiously.
"I am completely submissive. I'll do whatever you like, however you like it. I can take it. Just keep it clean, don't get me arrested, and don't leave marks. He-" 'fuck,' he cursed mentally as he caught himself. Would they know he meant Kaiba. Would they ask further about what he was going to say. Did he look nervous, because he felt it. He was slipping up a lot these days.
Bakura and Marik glanced over at one another. Yugi had already told them both that he didn't sell himself out. But both couldn't help but wonder what sort of shit he was in and how deep he was into it.
Yugi took their silence as them plotting ways to fuck him. He continued to clean the kitchen and hoped they wouldn't continue to ask questions. He couldn't afford to keep slipping up. When he started this he didn't realize it would be this hard to keep both lives separate. He was sure at some point he'd have to choose. He just wasn't sure if he could or wanted to.
"I'm gonna have to make some adjustments and buy some shit," Bakura mused aloud.
"You've done it now Yugi," Marik chuckled. He grabbed a rag and helped him scrub down the kitchen. It was in part his fault the place was a disaster.
"Done what?" Yugi glanced from Marik to Bakura.
"Neither of us can be completely submissive. We fight to damn much." Marik tossed the rag in the sink. "With that kind of open invitation he'll have you bound, gagged, and blindfolded." He said nonchalantly as if he was talking about the weather.
Yugi grinned devilishly, "what's wrong with that?"
"Fuck Yugi when did you get so brazen?" They knew Yugi wasn't a choir boy, but sometimes it was hard gaging the depths of his moral depravity. It was fucking hot, but tad scary also.
"So about that breakfast," Marik said he sat on Bakura's lap. He was wide awake now and hungry.
"You sure it's eggs and bacon you're wanting," Bakura's voice was husky in Marik's ear. He rubbed himself suggestively against him.
"You're persistent," Marik mumbled.
"You're the one that sat in my lap." He nibbled on Marik's neck.
Yugi looked at them both. "Food or me?"
"Can we have some breakfast with a side of you?" Bakura asked as he slid his hands around Marik's waist. He rubbed his abs as he nuzzled his neck.
"I told you I don't play with my food." Yugi opened the fridge and pulled out some stuff to make a quick breakfast. He didn't think either of those two would make it past eggs and toast, which meant he wouldn't either.