WHY DOES LOVE HURT
Ryou moaned, groggily opening his eyes, before screaming when the first thing he saw was Marik hovering over him with an annoyed look.
" I-I didn't kiss her! I swear!" Ryou cried, trying to save his life; Marik would murder him if he thought he kissed Anzu.
" What are you rambling about you fool?" Marik snapped, watching the boy sit up and rub his forehead in pain.
Anzu ran into the family room shortly after hearing the commotion from the downstairs bathroom, having retrieved a wet cloth to clean up Ryou's bloody nose.
" Ryou!" She cried, going over to his side. " You're awake!" She looked relived and worried all at once.
Marik snorted with his arms crossed over his chest, holding back a rude comment to the white haired boy, deciding to make his way to the seat adjacent to the sofa Ryou was on.
" A-Anzu?" Ryou groaned, shaking his head a minute, before looking weakly at her, shoulders slouched in a drained posture.
" Here, let me clean you up," She moved the cloth lightly over his upper lip where the blood was, before dabbing softly around his nostrils. She smiled while doing the task, finding the whole situation rather funny.
Ryou lowered his eyes, trying to avoid her gaze as she finished cleaning up the blood. " I'm sorry," He murmured.
She smiled, pulling away the cloth. " Don't be sorry!" She said, almost scolding, standing up from her knelt position beside the couch. " It was my fault after all," She gave a nervous laugh at the look Marik sent her from the chair he was sitting in.
" What? Don't give me that look," She snapped, quickly looking away from the tanned boy who kept his attention focused on her.
Marik snorted. " What do you expect? You practically ate the pathetic fools face off,"
" I did not! I just pecked him!"
Marik smirked, seemingly delighted by her expected response, a look of satisfaction and triumph sneaking into his eyes that slanted at the corners.
Ryou blushed, bowing his head, too tired, confused, and scared to interrupt the little feud between the two.
Marik jerked his head to the side, away from Anzu, gold earrings jingling in the movement while the four gold rings around his neck, resembling individual chokers, gave a timid clunk.
" Kiss him for all I care," He muttered, but everything about his tone, posture and expression screamed,
" Why the hell would you kiss that fool?"
" Marik…"Anzu sighed, almost begging him to quit and drop the subject. But he was a steadfast person who was always up for a little verbal fight with her every now and then.
He stood suddenly, surprising Anzu and catching Ryou's attention who whipped his head in the other boy's direction in an impulsive reflex.
" Come here," Marik beckoned, eyes dark and misty. Anzu eyed him a moment, frowning to herself, before closing the four foot distance between them.
Ryou shifted uneasily, watching the two. Lifting a hand, Marik shamelessly caressed the side of her face, stroking her cheek in one callous hand, before cupping her chin almost roughly, then pulling her into a deep kiss, possessive in the way he held her chin tight in his hand, guiding her mouth.
Ryou looked away with a blush creeping onto his face. He really wondered why Marik seemed like such a random character who kissed girls in the open after arguing with them.
Inside his mind he could feel Bakura's anger increasing with each passing second, before questioning his yami about it, uneasy.
Bakura, are…..are you okay? You seem mad.
The reply was short and clipped. What do you think?
Ryou gulped, praying and hoping all at once Bakura wouldn't take over and clobber Marik for purposely making out with Anzu in front of him just to spite his yami and also make his "claiming" over Anzu crystal clear.
He could almost feel the smirk on his yami's face shift in place. It's about time you used that brain of yours.
Ryou frowned at the comment, before paling in realization. Y-You don't mean…?
You'll thank me later. Was all Bakura said.
No I won't! Ryou cried back in thought, but it was too late, Bakura had already tuned him out, concentrating more on gaining control over his body.
B-Bakura? Before he knew it, he could feel his mind shift away from reality and into his soul room, switching places with Bakura
Bakura reopened his eyes, narrower and darker in appearance compared to Ryou's sweet child-like eyes that were big and brown.
His hair flared out after the switch, the edges sharper and rougher looking, adding to the murky glow that now absorbed his entire being in anger and jealousy. He could not contain his possessive nature, especially when the competition dealt with Marik.
" Wasting no time I see," He hissed. Anzu jumped away from Marik in surprise by the raspier, deep tint to Ryou's soft British accented voice.
" Bakura!"
He gave her a dark look. " I'm still waiting,"
" Waiting?" She gaped confusingly at him. " For what?"
" My kiss."
She blushed. " Oh."
Marik chuckled from beside her. " Then you'll be waiting for awhile, because she's mine for now,"
Bakura's smirk thickened, his eyes now a deep red. " I wasn't asking,"
Marik glowered, eyes narrowing.
Before they could further argue, Anzu decided to become the peace-maker. " Come on you two, not this again." She made sure to step between them, blocking their view of one another.
Bakura was quick, taking her in his arms in a matter of seconds that seemed like a blink of an eye to Marik who shot the tomb robber a heated glare. He hated that damn thief for his stealth.
Anzu jolted in surprise; how'd he move so fast? Before she knew what was happening, Bakura was kissing her hungrily, a low groan rumbling in his chest that pressed firm against her breasts.
His hands were everywhere all at once, in her hair, under her shirt, her breasts, thighs, as though he were claiming her entire body.
Marik moved to intervene when the two broke apart to breathe, Anzu panting heavily, while Bakura seemed more ill-at-ease; he must've kissed a thousand women during his life as a thief and had a greater experience than her.
Yanking her against him by her left forearm, Marik made sure to keep his eyes on Bakura while he licked and sucked the junction of her throat, before he tilted her head to the side enough to kiss her in an open manner.
She didn't seem to notice, or mind, leaning against Marik and moaning quietly with a bright blush on her face as he devoured her lips in a sensual kiss that knocked out her breath equally as much as Bakura's had.
Bakura held back any nasty glares or comments to the Egyptian as he made his way in front of Anzu, grabbing her by the waist and pressing her hips to his, not separating her from Marik who continued to nibble and lick at her lips.
Leaning his head down, he nibbled at her exposed collarbone, while one hand sneaked its way up till it found a perfectly round breast that filled his hand. He squeezed at it roughly, enjoying its weight and softness.
His other hand slipped all the way around her back, before sliding down till he was able to cup her rear and push her up against him, letting the bulge in his pants rub between her thighs.
Marik's right hand occupied her other breast, fondling it every so often, running his thumb repeatedly over the nipple till it became hard against the snug shirt she wore.
He parted his lips, while she followed suite, letting themselves breathe, while still keeping the contact.
Bakura, on the other hand, found her shirt to be an annoyance, and he wasted no time in ripping it apart at the middle, freeing her braless breasts.
" B-Bakura!" She was shocked by his actions. Marik, on the other hand, seemed rather pleased by her state of undress, re-grabbing her bare breast in his hand without the constriction of her shirt.
Bakura did the same, grabbing her left breast in his right hand, stroking and squeezing it almost experimentally.
Moaning, she fell back against Marik who supported her with his taller height. His lips were on hers again, while Bakura sucked and bit her neck, rocking his hips slowly against hers to relieve the heat in his groin, letting their contact do for now.
Slipping his tongue into her mouth, Marik relished the taste of her: strawberries and chocolate. His kisses became fiercer, heated, more passionate, till he couldn't control the urge to ravish her that very moment.
Bakura, seemingly in the same situation, moved toward the stairs, leading her along with Marik guiding her from behind.
Marik pulled back from the kiss, letting out a low breath. Opening her eyes, Anzu found the three of them at the foot of the stairs.
Hey, how'd we get way over here?
Bakura smirked. " We've waited long enough my little Anzu,"
Marik pushed up against her, letting her feel the bugle evident beneath his black slacks. She squeaked when he picked her up and hauled her over his shoulder, before going up the stairs with Bakura following behind, all the while smirking at her.
Anzu gasped when she felt herself being thrown onto her bed, Marik and Bakura standing at the edge, hovering over her.
" W-why are you two looking at me like that?" She asked, voice shaky and high-pitched, sounding off and weird to her ears.
Marik smirked, leaning over her with his arms propped on the bed. " It's time I claim what's mine,"
Bakura growled audibly from behind him. " Ours,"
Anzu squeaked when Marik climbed completely on top of her on his hands and knees, making sure not to crush her body beneath his.
" B-But……I….." She felt her breathing come through with more difficulty, her cheeks hot and tingly. Was this really happening? Was she actually going to make love to them both?
The heat in her cheeks rose, her eyes growing wide. But I've never done this before!
What if she did something wrong? Was she still too young for all this? Was this a bad idea to begin with; having two guys at once wasn't exactly the norm.
All sense of thought left her mind when she felt the soft brush of Marik's lips along hers, soft and sweet, so unlike the other kisses he'd engaged with her.
" Now that the little brats gone, I can have you all to myself," He murmured, hot breath fanning her lips before he kissed her again.
Bakura climbed onto the bed, moving behind Anzu and pulling her against him, breaking the lip-lock between her and Marik.
Marik glared at him, disgruntled by the interruption. " Can't you see I was busy?"
Bakura ignored him, too busy concentrating on Anzu, nuzzling her throat with a grin, red eyes glowing.
" Finally, after all this time," He breathed, nipping her neck the slightest.
Anzu moaned, moving her arms behind her and around Bakura's neck.
Marik moved in closer, scowling at Bakura a moment, before grabbing Anzu's legs and moving them around his waist, pulling her flush against him, trapping her between himself and Bakura who was now kissing her with a hungry need.
She moaned against Bakura's mouth, her head tilted to the side so they could kiss, while Marik worked on kissing her neck and collarbone, his right hand latched onto a breast while the other remained on her hip to steady her.
Everything felt so right. As much as she hated to admit it, she did need the both of them, as selfish as that sounded. But whenever she was with just one of them, there was always a void, but now she felt utterly complete.
" I love you guys so much," She confessed, breaking the kiss with Bakura to catch her breath.
Marik smirked. " Of course you do, who could resist?"
She laughed. " Oh boy, should of known……"
Marik smirked at her. " I think its time we show you how much we love you without words,"
Bakura smirked against her throat. " I agree,"
Anzu swallowed hard. I have a bad feeling about this. The excitement though was there. I know they'll be gentle, I just hope I know and they know what they're doing!
A/N: Yup just another chap with Bakura/Anzu/Marik lovin', lol. I'm VERY sorry it took me forever to update this story but like the other fics I have out there its hard keeping up, but I try my hardest! I hope you guys liked it. I'm going to try to write a lemon in the next chap, and it'll be my first so wish me luck. By the way, any ideas as to what should happen after the lemon? Should it just end? I'm up for any good ideas!
By the way, if I do write a lemon, I won't post it on here, but adult fanfiction. I will post a new chapter, but the lemon will be cut out. The last thing I need is for to hunt me down lol. Calling me a perv!
Me: O HELP!
Yu-Gi-Oh crew: Were not helping you after you took FIVE months to update this story!
That long? O.O holy! FORGIVE ME! ( being chased by Marik and Bakura)
Bakura/Marik: WE WANT OUR LEMON DAMN YOU!
Anzu: Eh-heh…..I won't be held responsible for what they do to you either --
O.o AHHHH!
YGO crew: READ AND REVIEW!
