It was the morning of my bout. I'd been dehydrating myself to guarantee I made weight and the only thing on my mind was the weigh-in. I was fine yesterday for the general weigh-in, but I still had the daily weigh-in to pass. Afterward, I could eat something that wasn't chicken. Anymore chicken and I was going to grow fucking feathers. So… so… fucking sick of chicken.

The fight wasn't until that night, so I wasn't nervous, yet.

"Oh good." Kyubi jogged up to me. "I was afraid we'd have to spend the afternoon trying to find someone to deal with your hair, but you got it taken care of. I found an old robe that will work."

"Ryou made one for me."

"Really?" He smirked. "So you told him?"

"He found out before I had the chance."

"Told you, secrets rarely last. At least he's cool about it, right? Or was the robe a goodbye present?"

I chuckled. "He's cool. Or maybe he's biding his time as he plots revenge, who knows?"

Both Bakuras love the notion of vengeance, only where the thief would destroy his enemies, Ryou would do something like buy them a puppy – something that appeared nice until it was three in the morning and you find the puppy barking at shadows and pissing on your bed-sheets just like puppies tend to do. And what can you do at that point? Puppies are cute. You won't get rid of it, simply scrub the sheets and drink extra coffee the next day.

"You could try apologizing to him with flowers. It works on women – I'm not sure about guys, though."

I shrugged. Would Ryo like flowers? Not as an apology, but as a gift. I kinda liked the idea of buying them for him, a dozen white roses as colorless as his skin, but is that appropriate? I wished I had someone to talk to about shit like that. Fuck it, I decided. I'd just take the gamble, do it, worse case scenario is that he would laugh at me for being a sap.

I should get Bakura something nice as well, like a six-pack of beer. He's easier to deal with.

"Ready?" Kyubi asked.

I nodded. Almost all of my paperwork was forged in some way since the gods didn't give us work visas. The papers say Kek Ishtar. I wasn't sure about keeping the last name of Ishtar, but I really couldn't think of anything else. I was technically Marik Ishtar, once, so even if Mr. Main Personality and Sister Dearest didn't want to admit it, I was still part of their pathetic, dysfunctional family. So I decided to wear the name like I wore the scars on my back, or rather, because the clan's scars marred my back, I deserved the name; I'd earned it through pain and blood.

I weighed in at about 80kg, just low enough to stay in the Light heavyweight class that I need for this bout. As we walked away from the scale and back to the lockers, all I can think about is noodles.

Noodles!

With pork and an extra egg.

Fuckinggodsyesnoodles.

Kyubi was trying to get my attention, snapping to pull me out of my pork and noodle daydream.

"Listen kid, the bout's at seven, but be here at five."

I nodded. He said something else and I growled at him. "All I can hear is 'bla, bla, bla, murder everyone and bla, bla, bla, eat three bowls of noodles'. Just let me go, old man."

Kyubi sighed, forfeiting. "Fine, get out of here. How many seats should I reserve?"

"Two."

"So, no family?"

"Those two are the only family I've ever really known."

Kyubi nodded. He understood.

I was free to find Ryou and Bakura and lunch. Family. Yeah, that's kinda what they were. They were always there with me. I lived more in the last two months than I ever thought possible. I've been able to watch the sun rise and set over the city, hear bird song, and watch the first umi buds burst into flower. I've overcome my panic attacks from the mitts, learned how to box, and built up to one-armed push-ups (next will be 360 degree push-ups). I've kissed beautiful boys, had my virginity "stolen" by the greatest tomb robber in Egypt, and . . I've fallen in love.

My mind shut down at the last thought, as if it couldn't handle the realization. I saw them both waiting for me, pale-haired and grinning. They stand out like white stars from the rest of the drab crowd.

"Ready for lunch?" Ryou asked.

He was the reason my mind felt blank.

I wanted to take his hands, and kiss each fingertip, and whisper something sweet into his ear, something that would make his breath hitch. Yeah, I'd get him roses, even If it was stupid, even if Ryou laughed at me and Bakura called me an idiot.

I ate so much my stomach hurt. Ryou had his phone out again, filming us. I was pretty sure he did it to piss off Bakura. It was Saturday, so the restaurant was crowded. Everyone talked at once and created a cluster of background noise. The noise of crowds always grated on me. I wanted to chop off their head and sit in a quiet corner. I always felt that way when surrounded by people, and I didn't think the feeling would ever go away. At least I knew I didn't have to act on every impulse. Once I would have, but I'd learned how to take a few deep breaths and control myself, locking my eyes on the two empty bowls in front of me to block everything out.

Ryou played with my braided hair, and I smiled at him. I couldn't help but smile at him even when it felt like the rest of the crowd closed in around me.

"There's a little time left before you have to go back."

"Yeah."

"Will you swing back by the apartment with us? I forgot, um-"

"His keys," Bakura said.

"Uh, yeah, my keys." Ryou giggled, twirling the tips of his head. "Guess I'm excited for the fight. I'm being a complete airhead today."

"Do you really need them?" I asked, standing up because I was ready to go. The crowds were getting even thicker.

"Sure, but I'd like to have my own. I keep feeling like I'm forgetting something- because I did forget something."

"And it's on the way." Bakura shrugged before leaving to go pay the bill.

So I follow them back to our place. Anything to get away from the crowded streets. We waited for Ryou to look for his keys. He appeared a moment later looking sheepish.

"I can't find them. Will you two come and help me?"

I roll my eyes. Sure, it's not like I have anything more important to do today, but how the hell am I going to say no to Ryou? His hair is wild around his face, and he's staring at me with intense, lidded eyes as I enter the apartment and-

I was slammed against the wall.

My eyes widened, too surprise to keep my balance. Behind Ryou Bakura grinned and licked his lips.

"Uh, what are you guys-"

"We heard an interesting rumor," Bakura answered as he pulled his shirt over his head.

"Oooookay…" I waited for them to explain, but Ryou kissed me instead.

I acted on reflex, opening my mouth and greeting him. My wrists were currently pinned to the wall, so I hooked my leg around Ryou's waist and pulled him closer. It wasn't until Ryou was tugging my pants down that I thought to protest.

"Wait, guys, I can't."

"Actually, you should." Ryou winked and continued unrobing me.

"A few of your friends told me to take care of you before the match."

"Um…"

"He means we're going to let you fuck us. Both of us." Ryou licked up my thigh and around the curve of my hip.

I shuddered and groaned. The trails left by his tongue cooled in the air, making me squirm for the warmth of Ryou's mouth.

"Is this really a good idea? I don't want to be exhausted when I fight."

"They were very insistent that we should do this."

Was it a prank? Was it some superstition between them? Was it some nonsense they saw on a boxing forum? I wasn't sure, but I couldn't care anymore because Ryou was naked and leaning against the wall beside me, and spread out like a banquet, and all I could think was fuck him, please fuck him right now.

Bakura handed me a bottle of lube. I wasn't sure where or how he got it, but it was in my hand now and I was using it to prep Ryou and then coat my own cock. I slipped inside, sighing at the instant warm, squeezing feeling of Ryou's body around my prick. My hips started moving on their own, and the crude slap-slap of our bodies sang out over the sound of the air conditioner and Ryou's soft coos of pleasure.

Bakura stood behind me. He held my hips, and used his nose to brush my braids out of the way so he could kiss the nap of my neck. Ryou's little noises grew louder. He stepped forward so he could brace one of his forearms against the wall and press his forehead against his arm. Bakura smacked my ass. A loud smack echoed in the living room. My muscles tensed for a moment at the surprise of it, but I growled in pleasure afterwards and he smacked me again.

"Careful, you're next." I sneered. It would have been a smile, but I was too into the moment, too consumed with each thrust sending me deeper and deeper into Ryou's body so the muscles in my face twisted in a vulgar way.

"Good." Bakura smirked. "I want you riled up by the time you get to me."

He reached around and dragged his nails across my chest. Lightly, not enough to show during the fight, but enough to set my nerves on fire. He toyed with one of my nipples and kissed my shoulder.

Ryou reached between his legs and started to toy with his cock. I could tell he wasn't in a hurry yet by the way he brushed his fingers along the shaft instead of squeezing with his palm. Meanwhile, Bakura was teasing the backs of my thighs and squeezing my ass. My fingers dug into Ryou's hips.

"Faster!" Ryou begged.

"Don't disappoint him," Bakura purred in my ear.

I started to hinge my hips faster, pressing harder. Now Ryou meant business with each stroke. The way he tugged on his cock made my stomach tight and eager.

"Help him," I said to Bakura.

Bakura slipped down onto his knees, reaching for Ryou's cock. With a grunt Ryou slapped his hand away, too close to be polite and share himself and thinking only of the mounting euphoria inside of him. Bakura laughed and fondled Ryou's balls instead of his cock. That made Ryou whine and jerk himself faster. I could feel his flesh pulsing around him as he started to come. Good gods we're rough on the carpet.

Ryou dropped to his knees, gasping and glistening in sweat. I bent low in order to kiss his forehead. Then I turned on Bakura. I lifted him up, and braced him against the wall.

"Here." Ryou smeared a few drops of sweat away from their face. Then he took the lube and poured a good amount over my shaft. "Want prep?" Ryou asked Bakura.

"No." He laughed. He narrowed his eyes at me. "Make it rough."

I was happy to oblige. I guided myself in, checked Bakura's face to make sure he was comfortable enough, and then let loose. Bakura clenched his teeth and hissed, flushing in pleasure right off the bat.

"This is an interesting view." Ryou giggled, still on his knees.

He used the wall to push himself to his feet. He leaned forward and started kissing along Bakura's ear. Ryou snatched Bakura's chin and turned his face so they could kiss mouth to mouth. Watching them- holy shit watching them- was hurling me towards orgasm, but I didn't want to come until Bakura did.

"Touch him," I told Ryou, picking up my pace. "And bite him."

A familiar gleam lit up Ryou's eyes. He loved nibbling almost as much as he loved pulling hair. Bakura had his arms wrapped around me, but that didn't stop him from going for Bakura's throat. Ryou worked Bakura's cock with the same determined possessiveness that he used to bring himself to orgasm, and Bakura gasped and tried to plead for more but couldn't get the words out.

Between Ryou's hand and teeth and my cock it only took five more minutes before come sputtered over Ryou's wrist and onto Bakura's belly. Then it was my turn. I closed my eyes, but they were what I imagined as I pounded into Bakura's tight ass.

With a roar I came, and fuck I was tired but I felt great. Ryou was beside me, nibbling on my ear now as I still held Bakura against the wall- he was stocky, but shorter than Ryou and it was easy to hold him up, especially after my noodle binge fueling me with carbs.

"Let's get you washed up." Ryou continued to kiss me. "Then we can take a power nap and go."