Hopeless Little One
"Bakura was distraught, finding you in a church," Yami said, stretching out on the couch. Ryou felt a shiver snake down his spine as Yami laughed – he even sounded amused, for once. "I guess he can't handle you having a god above him, sacrilegious fuck that he is." He looked over Ryou; his gaze was predatory. Hungry.
Yami sat upright and patted the cushion beside him. "Come, sit with me."
"I-I have some chores to do," Ryou stammered, moving to go into the kitchen.
"Oh, take a rest; it'll be there in the morning. Come now, I don't bite."
Ryou looked to the kitchen door, to the couch, and back to the front door before sighed and taking the seat offered to him. It probably wasn't in his best interest to deny Yami; he'd never actually pissed the spirit of the puzzle off, and he wasn't looking to find out what would happen if he did. With a grin, Yami wrapped an arm around Ryou's waist and pulled him close. "So, what drove you to sneak out your own window? Most people just walk out the front door."
"Oh, you know, I just..." His voice trailed off as Yami's mouth dipped down to nibble on his ear. "...uh, felt like it..." Yami nodded, his head bumping a bit against Ryou's, then moved lower, urging Ryou to tilt his head in order to reveal more flesh – Ryou complied instinctively. Yami's hands traveled over Ryou's belly and down to his thigh as he sucked at the newly exposed skin. Ryou moaned softly, and he felt Yami bite down roughly on his neck – not enough to break skin, but enough to get Ryou's attention.
"Hey," the teen protested weakly. "I thought you said you didn't bite."
Yami chuckled, and his breath played along Ryou's flesh, making him tremble. "I guess I lied." He reached down to caress the teen through his jeans.
"Oh!" Ryou gasped, bucking up for more of the touch. He bit his lip, and his head fell back against the back of the couch. Damn it, he hated Yami, but...
"No."
Ryou's head jerked up at the sound – not his voice, nor Yami's... There as Bakura, standing in the doorway and glaring at them. Fear danced through his nerves, and he panicked. How had he forgotten about Bakura's rules? But as Ryou trembled, Yami took his time before glancing over at Bakura, not stalling his hand's erotic assault on Ryou.
All Ryou could do was wait in horror and try not to succumb to arousal. He squirmed a bit – it was easier said than done.
"Hello," Yami said languidly, bending down to capture Ryou's lips; the white-haired boy gasped, and at that moment Yami's tongue plunged into his mouth, ravaging him. God, Bakura was going to kick his ass for it, but it was... fuck, it was good, and Ryou had to give in.
Shame that the mouth was yanked away too soon, and he felt Yami get up. After a second Ryou opened his eyes to see Bakura and Yami facing off. Bakura was obviously seething, and Yami was just grinning.
"Don't you have one of your own to fuck?" Bakura demanded sharply.
"Nah, I'm not the sort that gets off on fucking myself," Yami retorted. "Besides, Yuugi had Jounouchi."
"That's not the point. If you want to touch him, you talk to me. Now, out."
Yami shrugged. "Fine."
Ryou might have been foolish enough to hope that signified the end of their 'relationship' – if that's what it could be called – but he knew better. Bakura was staring at Yami's ass as he sauntered out.
And then that smoldering gaze was fixed on Ryou. "You look... happy," Bakura snapped, and Ryou flushed, looking down. He shifted in his seat, trying to hide his obviously arousal. "Would you have let him fuck you?"
Ryou blinked and looked up. "N-No..." he said slowly. Would he? He hated Yami, but he had always enjoyed Yami in bed, even if the tri-haired spirit had never been allowed inside him. Then again, he had known that Yami wasn't supposed to touch him, either.
He noticed that Bakura was clenching his firsts, shaking slightly. He had never hit Ryou, but he had never seemed so angry...
Bakura hissed something under his breath and turned on his heel, stalking out – in the direction that Yami had left. Ryou had a feeling that he was going to be tossing away bloodstained sheets in the morning. But to hell with the morning: he had right now to worry about. He was confused and alone on the couch, wondering exactly where his hope had gone. Only ten minutes, and he was left feeling as desolate as when he had left. He stood slowly.
Come to think of it, it was late – at least he could make it to bed before they got to it.
Ryou grunted, leaning back into the hands that snuck under his shirt and ran over his bare back. The sun was shining in his eyes. He had gone to bed alone; neither Bakura nor Yami had returned before 5 AM. A quick glance to the clock told him that he had been asleep a little less than two hours, and he was supposed to go to school in less than one.
Fuck it.
"Wake up, hikari," Bakura breathed in his ear, and Ryou moaned at the very sound – low, lusty – and shivered as Bakura reached around him, unbuttoning the pajama shirt and slipping it down enough to reveal his shoulders; lips tasted his skin, marked the overly-pale flesh of his shoulder.
And there was another mouth at his bellybutton; a second set of hands was tugging at his pajama bottoms.
Yami had been forgiven. Hell, it looked like Bakura was even offering him a gift... or a peace offering.
There were no words among them – there never were. Ryou was stripped, delightfully trapped between the bodies of those who tormented him... yet he loved it; he begged for more as Bakura squeezed his ass, and he cried out as Yami's mouth engulfed him, tongue running tantalizingly over his length. Ryou's fingers tangled in tri-colored locks, and he arched back against Bakura.
But Bakura wasn't as active as usual. His fingers explored Ryou's chest, teased and tortured his nipples, but he seemed most focused on watching Yami's bob skillfully over Ryou's cock. He bit down hard on the teen's shoulder as he watched, and he was almost instinctively grinding his arousal against Ryou's backside.
Ryou didn't even try to resist the scream as his orgasm struck. He removed his shaking hands from Yami's hair, and Yami sat up, a self-satisfied grin on his face. Bakura's breathing grew shallow in Ryou's ear, and he crawled over Ryou, moving to pin Yami down to the sheets. Ryou watched, half-interested and half-disgusted, as Yami bent up into Bakura's touch, as Bakura's mouth trailed his flesh, leaving a train of bright bite marks across otherwise unmarred flesh, as delicate-looking fingers raked down Bakura's back... Ryou stood to leave; he didn't want to hear Yami's moans, didn't want to see what led to so much bloodshed in the bedroom.
He didn't even worry about clothes until he was in the living room. He found some in the dryer; they were a little big for him, but they got the job done. There was a porch swing out back, and the weather was decent enough that morning. He went out and sat on the swing, pulling his legs up to his chest and sighing heavily. He laid his head on his knees, closing his eyes against the sunlight. He considered dozing off, but there was a much more poignant reason that he was keeping his eyes closed.
He didn't want to risk letting tears fall.
Damn Yami, and damn Bakura for just handing him over. If he was angry, he could have made Yami wait, should've held Ryou away... and he wanted to pretend that Bakura cared. He made a small noise of disgust and hid his face, hid the tears that slid down his cheeks.
It was pathetic that he was able to think of himself as some sort of reward or punishment.
He didn't know how long he sat there, but it didn't seem to be very long before a finger ran down over his bare arm. "Already done?" he grumbled, not looking up. He wouldn't look. He didn't want to look... The swing shifted as someone sat beside him.
"You know how Bakura is," Yami said flippantly. "Looks like one of Bakura's outfits."
Ryou shrugged. "Probably." He tried to hide the evidence of his tears in his voice. "I just took it out of the dryer."
"Looks good on you."
Ryou looked up to glare at Yami. Sex, sex, sex... In ten minutes, Bakura would probably want food, unless he was asleep. "I don't care if it looks good," he snapped. Yami reached out and trailed his thumb over the path of Ryou's tears.
"Why are you crying?" he asked curiously. "Did something hurt you?"
"Yeah, you!" Ryou snapped without thinking. He was tired, he was hurt, and he wasn't so sure he wanted to bother hiding either fact anymore. It took too much energy, and he was tired of it all. He wasn't supposed to be so weary, so young! He should have been at school with his peers, laughing, playing, complaining, and dealing with the trauma of young love. Instead, he had Bakura and Yami. "I hate you, and because of Bakura, because I love the stupid bastard, I'm never going to be rid of you!" In a more logical state of mind, he would have been concerned about telling Yami so much, for divulging secrets that he had held so dear to him, so precious for his sanity.
But Yami just smirked, and inwardly Ryou despaired – how could Yami be so unmoved?
"You misunderstand much," was all he said as he stood, turning to leave.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Ryou demanded, but the back door clicked shut, and he was alone. He sighed, "Fuck you." He stood and went into the house, but not to confront Yami.
He wanted to back to sleep, and the couch was starting to sound mighty tempting...
notes
Title of the chapter comes from a song -- good song, and I loved the phrase; it just sounds really... well, cute. ^^;;
*nerves* lol, I didn't edit this chapter, since it really wasn't that bad, but I'm still very skiddish about it, so please, pardon moi. ^^
Plotless little smut-fest as this story is coming off to be (lol), I swear it does have a point, and a meaning, and if it isn't evident by the end, I'll tell you then, okay? ^_^
As for Ryou... I'm a little concerned about him more than Yami or Bakura, in dealing with him as a character, because the end of this chapter sees a subtle shift in how he's reacting. (and it seems to be due to lack of sleep, lol!) But as worried as I am that he's drifting OOC, he's been a lot of fun to write.
So I sat down with the outline the other day and fiddled with it a little bit, and through the process if twining and cutting, the chapter lost three chapters -- good news is, I've almost completed the rough draft of it. *yay* I was a little worried or a little bit there; I had no drive to work on it forever, and then today it all sort of started shifting where it should be. Which was exciting.