...And then there were three
Duke sighed as he prepared breakfast.
Even as he placed the two plates on the table, he can't pay much attention. He just stood there, lost in oblivion as he stared blankly on their ceramic surface.
Joey is going.
He IS going.
He knew he did something wrong. Something very wrong. He slept with Joey last night... no, it was not a dream, and the guilt he felt after was not part of his imagination, either. He had manipulated simple, clueless, predictable minds into his bidding, which was no more than a thing to pass his time. He took someone just to pass his time. Now Joey's going. Going away from him. He hates him now. And he was feeling so damn bad about it.
He thought he could do it and look back without any feeling. He thought he was that...heartless.
Ding, dong.
The doorbell pierced the silence, pulling him back to reality. He turned to the door's direction, and space caught up with him again as he just stared into nothing. It took him a while before the thought of opening the door sank in. He walked, unnecessarily slow, towards the house's entrance.
Next thing he knew, he was pressed deep into the wall, deep auburn eyes boring into his.
"Miss me?"
Duke smiled. No, not heartless. Of course not.
"Yeah."
Thoughts ran from his mind as fast as they can as he was hauled upwards, strong arms clamped around his thighs. He locked his legs and arms around the other man's waist and neck in reciprocation, his body squeezed in between the other's body and the wall.
And without any more words, the man seized his lips in hungry urgency, and Duke willingly obliged by opening his mouth and putting his tongue out. In a matter of split seconds they were already sharing the passion of a wet, furiously hot liplock. Duke's hands forged in the man's hair, hands roaming restlessly by his back, his robe hanging loosely on the small of his shoulders, barely intact to cover enough of his body.
Footfalls.
Silence.
Footfalls.
"I see we've got company."
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Oh. My. Dear. God.
Russet eyes stared as big as saucers on the dark mattress, dumbfounded.
What in the good world was that??
Joey shook his head, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, somehow hoping that a dream was enough to explain what he saw. But no, he was already awake. Awake enough. He shook his head, in disbelief this time. Oh man, I'm too young for this...
What the hell was Duke doing with—
Bang.
Joey's attention was abruptly shifted to the door that had just opened.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the great Joey Wheeler. This is a surprise."
"Same here..."
The man was tall, a little below six feet, with sharp auburn eyes and unruly white hair flowing to his back.
"...Bakura."
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"I'm hungry." Bakura said as he opened the refrigerator door. He picked up one of the label-less bottles and rolled it in his palm as if examining it.
"Don't go eating, you'll ruin your appetite. Lunch will be ready soon." Duke replied, both hands busy with lunch.
"Nah. You're underestimating my appetite again." The whitehead was now opening the jar's cover, taking a sniff of what's inside. "Mm. Peanut butter." He said, plunging two fingers in the thick liquid inside and putting it in his mouth.
Duke smirked as he rolled his eyes. It was, as always, stupidity to talk to his Baku-chan against something the man wanted to do. Especially when it's about food. His head was always too damn hard. "Stupid—aah!"
"Huh?" Ryou's attention turned towards the other man.
"Damn knife." The man said angrily, holding his bleeding finger.
"Can't believe you cut yourself again, stupid." Bakura approached Duke, got his bleeding finger and sucked on it. "...And I can't believe even your blood tastes sweet." He said, his eyebrow raised, a lopsided grin on his face.
In the not-so-distant living room, Joey forced himself to pay attention to the TV, blushing as he tried to ignore the heat-emanating sounds he was hearing from the kitchen.
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"RAAAAAAAH!!"
Bakura let out a loud, frustrated growl once and again. He had been waiting forever for lunch and he was hungry. So awfully hungry. "Isn't it done yet?!" He barked as he shifted his position on the couch, the TV obviously, completely, ignored.
Joey could just glance at him from the opposite side, half-scared and half- annoyed. Bakura had no patience at all, and he made sure everybody knew that, with that amazingly canine-like growl of his and that I'm-gonna-eat- you-if-you-don't-feed-me look on his face.
Heads turned as a lean figure emerged from the kitchen's direction. There was an apologetic smile on his face. "Aw, Baku...I'm sorry." Duke said, his voice playful. "You delayed it anyway."
The whitehead rolled his eyes and averted his attention on the TV screen, his arms folded about his chest, a hard expression on his face. Nobody broke the silence for some frozen, forgotten seconds. "Nee, I'm really hungry." Bakura whined in defeat.
Duke walked to the back of the couch where Bakura was slouching, bending so that he could give a peck at the man's cheek. "You could borrow him while you wait for lunch if you want." He whispered, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Bakura's fangs bared on the corner of his toothy grin, his eyes turning to the boy across him.
The unknowing blonde stared at the two with one eyebrow incredulously raised. He swore he saw something in that look on Duke's eyes as the man glanced at him before heading back to the kitchen. "What's your problem?" He said, irritated with Bakura's smile.
Dark auburn eyes narrowed evilly, still not moving away from hazel ones.
Ok so, this was too much aggravation. "What IS your problem??"
Next thing he knew, there was a loud thud, and he was sprawled on the floor, each hand pinned into the floor beside his head. Apparently, Bakura was on fours on top of him, his hands locked in Ryou's firm, solid grip.
No mercy.
What the—
"What are you doing??" Joey bellowed in disbelief, trying to free his hands.
"I'm hungry." The other man fussed naughtily.
"So what?? Get off me!!"
"Can I eat you?"
Definitely way too much aggravation.
"DUKE!! GET HIM OFF!!" He shouted, eyes squinted in helpless, panicked desperation, struggling madly beneath Bakura but to no avail. An amused laugh echoed back from the kitchen in response.
"Argh! Stop it!!" Joey screamed, as he felt teeth nibbling harshly against the skin of his throat. "No, you can't eat me!! I'm not food!!"
"You taste good though." The man replied as he was biting his way through the buttons of Joey's shirt, ripping the fabric and teasing Joey's chest with his teeth, lips and tongue hungrily.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa--
"Food's ready."
And with that, the man got up almost immediately from atop Joey and hurried to the dining area, much to Joey's ease. The blonde got up, tried to fix himself up, or at least he tried, and headed to where the other two men were.
Duke was settled in the middle of the two others, Bakura and Joey face-to- face on the opposite sides of the table. The black-haired man tried to brush a stray fringe of blonde hair sticking up on Joey's head.
"Grace—"Joey and Duke both uttered simultaneously, where Bakura's voice echoed on top before hurriedly getting busy with his lunch, cutting the announcement off. The two other men just sighed. He was hungry.
The fork sank unto the steak with a barbaric thrust of Bakura's hand, and he snatched it up, half of the meat disappearing beneath his sharp teeth in one swift movement, the sauce trickling sloppily down the sides of his mouth. The blonde guy blushed as Duke cupped Bakura's chin and tried to clean it with his own mouth. "Ryou, where are your manners?" He teased, smiling.
Joey, trying to divert his attention, noticed the food, the food and not actually eating the food for once. Bakura's already eaten away half his appetite. His eyes shifted from plate to plate and back.
Duke noticed the blonde's curiosity. "It's not cooked."
"Eh?" The blonde remarked stupidly.
"He likes his steak raw."
Ok, Bakura's eaten away all of his appetite, and more.
Ah, that's why Duke said he only cooks less than half the time, Joey figured, still quite disgusted. Hungry despite himself, he just forced himself to eat, trying to ignore the sloppy gluttony (personified) eating right in front of him.
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"So I'm supposed to sleep on the floor now, right?" Joey uttered sarcastically. It was bedtime and yeah, Duke and Bakura apparently aren't in the mood for any sleep yet. How in the good world can he even try to sleep with these two in the same room?
Bakura and Duke looked at each other. And smiled.
"You could, if you want to." The raven-haired man said, his eyes the same bottle-green eyes Joey oh-so-familiarly remembered from the night before. Shivers came running down his spine.
"Trust me, you wouldn't want to." The blonde was so allured with Duke's almost hypnotic look that he didn't realize the other man was already behind him, breathing the words unto the side of his neck.
Joey was lost in the moment's heat almost instantly. Pale, strong hands wormed into the inside of his shirt, caressing the soft flesh there. Bakura's hands were cold against his heating skin. He can't help but lean his head against the curve of the whitehead's neck and shoulder as the lightning sensations were accompanied by tempting strokes on his neck, his arms settled upon the man's own pale ones.
The teasing was addictively effective. The way those hands moved beneath his shirt, the way those lips, teeth and tongue graced his skin...he couldn't quite explain it but he can't seem to get enough of those soft, gentle caresses. He couldn't quite explain why either, but as if it mattered.
Duke let out an amused chuckle as he eased himself unto the bed, his bottle- green eyes watching every move. "I know how damn good that is." He said as he inhaled sharply, though the man he's speaking to probably wasn't sane enough to understand, to even hear what he said.
Bakura stopped for a moment and looked meaningfully over Joey's shoulder. "Jealous already?"
"Shut up. You know I am." He replied, smiling.
"You spoiled brat. You want all the fun to yourself all the time."
"You owe me, Joey." Duke smiled, glancing at the other man and back to the whitehead. "Get over here. Your teasing him doesn't mean you can tease him by yourself."
"Oh yes I can. You just watch there."
"No I won't, Ryou."
"Yes you will because I said so."
"Then I'm gonna sleep now."
"Fine." Bakura said, defeated but still smiling. "I'll just undo him." Duke was such a spoiled brat. The raven-haired man smiled victoriously, knowing he will always be one with his Baku-chan around.
Joey momentarily shivered as the cool air swept his bare body. Bakura laid him down on the mattress quite unceremoniously, and Duke, already undone, was more than ready to pounce—
"You had him yesterday already. My turn." Ryou mumbled as he slipped from his shirt, revealing the masculine exquisiteness of his toned body.
"You won't let me touch him?"
"Of course you'd get to, baka."
Ryou glanced at Duke as he proceeded in straddling Joey's abdomen. "Just be patient, ok?" Long, pale fingers framed the blonde's face, stretching out to the sides of his neck. The craving that was swelling inside Joey was slowly fueled by the feathery touches of Ryou's lips on his forehead, the sides of his face, the bridge of his nose, deliberately avoiding his wanting lips. As much as Joey tried to catch those lips in his own, the more Bakura taunted him to.
The whitehead then slowly moved down, almost causing Joey's blood to boil in sensual heat as his tongue glided towards his lower physique, initiating short, gasping breaths from the man beneath him.
Duke could just smile as he watched Joey's knuckles turn white as he clutched the bedclothes. He shifted so he could look closer at Joey's face and at the expression on it that he found quite amusing, momentarily listening to the boy's dragging breaths. He took the blonde's lips in his own, Joey immediately obliging him. Fingers twined in Duke's flowing raven strands as tongues hungrily warred, the blonde releasing his frustration in Duke's mouth, Ryou still feasting on his already burning flesh.
Joey could just feel wet warmness enveloping his aroused member, and he couldn't help but buck his hips against Ryou's expert mouth, all the while moaning beneath Duke's kiss. And truly, Bakura was as good as he was with duels, his tongue driving Joey insane, with sensibly applied suction providing more stimulation. Frustratingly, the whitehead pulled as the blonde was about to come, Duke pulling not long after.
"Aw, Ryou. That's enough torture."
Ryou smirked. "Don't spoil the fun." He said, as he licked his lips. Duke smiled back.
The blonde's eyes were still closed, his chest heaving up and down in heavy panting. Damn too much torture. Duke licked the spit trailing on the side of his lips, and he took in a sharp breath. "...Please..." he breathed almost incoherently. It earned a smile from the two other men.
Bakura flipped Joey on his chest. The blonde's frame lay in between his knees, and he bended down to the nape of the man's neck. "You want me inside you?" He asked softly.
"...Yes..."
"You do?"
"...Please..."
And with that, Bakura's teeth sank unto the flesh of Joey's shoulder, drawing a strangled cry from the man. He then momentarily sucked skin as it bled slightly, loving the taste of blood, loving the taste of supremacy. His mouth wandered, once and again. Joey writhed madly as he felt Bakura working on his cleft, letting out an excited scream whenever he felt the whitehead's tongue brush his opening.
Bakura stood up and moved towards Joey's side. "Your time." He said, looking towards his raven-haired lover. Duke then inched to where Bakura was and leaned upon Joey, placing a kiss upon the nape of the boy's neck before he eased himself in, slowly as he used to. Joey met him halfway though, to receive the whole of his thick shaft. The raven-haired man was slightly worried more than pleasured for a while, until Joey urged back on him, reminding him of what he was supposed to be doing.
Duke was more than surprised with Joey's reaction, which was a direct contrast to what he saw the other night. He glanced at his lover, who then had a small smile on his pale face. To him was the recognition for tapping Joey's hidden lust. And clearly, with that smile on his face, this is how he wanted it to be.
And so, gripping Joey's hips, he pushed his arousal deep within him, the blonde's moans filling the room all the while, strengthening the essence of the evening more and more with every second.
The blonde clutched the sheets tighter than before, having no time finding any other thing to hold on to but the blankets to stop his sanity from slipping away. Bakura was grinning even wider than before on his corner of the bed, entertaining himself with the display. In the back of his head he congratulated himself for now, Joey's appetite was so insatiable it put Duke's sensual prowess to shame.
The raven-haired man can't help but be amazed. He can't remember the last time someone under him mocked him by asking for more.
Duke pushed Joey down on his bed and pounded in him. But still, Joey could not get enough, and he almost cried in frustration. The raven-haired man pulled out. Joey's reactions were so beyond him now. He could not figure out, for all the world, what the hell Bakura did with Joey. Bemused, he glanced questioningly at Ryou, who was immensely enjoying himself now.
Bakura gestured for Duke to get under Joey, and Duke just followed obediently, wanting to feed his confusion now. He rolled beside Joey and took the blonde on top of him, waiting for what Bakura will do. Until Joey grabbed his hardness and pushed it inside him, almost riding Duke's hips to the stars before the raven-haired man knew what was happening.
"Cool it, blondie." The whitehead held Joey's waist with both hands to stop him from doing anything that would spoil what he was planning to do. The night was not through yet, afterall.
Bakura pushed Joey on Duke's chest, bracing the blonde's hips and thrusting himself in, together with Duke. And the white-haired man started to move even before Duke could say 'Oh God.'
Joey's head was nestled on Duke's neck, gripping his hair as Ryou started to move, driving the raven-haired man deeper within their blonde boy. Bakura rocked the two men so hard that the bed slammed constantly on the wall, creating a symphony for the beasts that were unleashed in all their wildness. Duke could do nothing but hold on to his life, which for now was the blonde boy on top of him.
The blonde released his finale unto the man beneath him, showering Duke with his satisfaction now, and the raven-haired man followed not long after, not having contained Joey's tightness and Ryou's dance for long, accompanying Ryou to his own night's fulfillment.
"Blood." Bakura muttered as he pulled out from Joey, followed by Duke, who was worried for a second. "Don't worry. It's not that bad."
They couldn't do much after, limp amidst each other's weight, dead tired. The minutes that followed held only their heaving pants, and the trickling of their sweat against each other's skin.
"Bastard." Joey muttered, a small smile against Duke's neck.
Bakura tried to lift himself off the other two with his still slightly trembling arms. "Shut up, we both know you loved it."
The blonde chuckled and turned himself around to place a brief kiss on the whitehead's pale lips, finally having the chance. He then turned over again and did the same to the other man before finally giving up to a weary, but well-deserved and very satiated slumber.
Ryou leaned over Joey to kiss Duke's forehead before rolling to his side.
"Goodnight, love."
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"OI! What happened??" The whitehead asked worriedly as he met Duke by the door.
"Hm." Duke mumbled as he touched his fat lip.
"Bad hit. Fight somewhere?" Joey inquired. Duke had been gone all day. He managed to get up earlier than the other two, leaving them early without them knowing where he went.
"He...hit me."
"Does it hurt?" Bakura asked softly.
"Don't worry, Baku-chan, it's just a small bruise."
"Who hit you anyway??" He asked, annoyed. If he could, he'd like to hit that person back, three times as hard, or if he could just beat him to a handicapped pulp.
"I deserve this, don't you think?" Duke smiled.
But Joey could just stare at the two other men, not hearing what they were saying. A cold hand just seemed to grip his throat all of a sudden, its long fingers stretching his insides, his head spinning. He didn't know what it was, but he didn't want it to go away. No...not away...
A/N: Hahahahahahah... hahahahahah... hah. So, you'd review won't you? Please?