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WARNING: LIMES ALL AROUND

Chapter 7

"Bakura… Kura… Wake up, mi esclavo..."

Three voices, all of them husky and seductive, lured Bakura from the realm of sleep and urged him to open his eyes.

"Wake up, Bakura…"

The white-haired male blinked slowly a few times, yawning and stretching as the world came into focus, and when it did his eyes bulged out in wonder. He was sitting on an enormous four-poster canopy bed, draped in rainbow-tinted silk and loaded with soft feather pillows, in a room that was empty save for the thick carpet and wide-open windows, hung with curtains the same shades as the canopy bed that billowed in the wind.

But best of all… best of all were the three people standing before him, decked out in nothing but a bit of silk and a smile. His harem! As Bakura stared in wonder Yami approached him, hips swaying seductively and a layer of recently-applied massage oil glistening on his lightly tanned skin. Yami wore nothing but sheer white silk pants, made in the billowy style of a harem girl, a narrow strip of thicker cloth the only thing hiding his essentials.

Bakura felt out of place in his t-shirt and jeans. But not for long.

"Let me help you with that," Yami whispered huskily in Bakura's ear, his strong pink tongue lapping at the white-haired male's neck as he tugged at Bakura's shirt. The garment quickly slid to the ground, Yami following behind it, his lips painting a wet trail from Bakura's throat all the way down the middle of his chest to his navel. The crimson-eyed teen nipped lightly at the sensitive skin just below the other's bellybutton before pulling away.

"Mmm, we can't let you have all the fun, can we, Yami?" Bakura's eyes slid over to Malik as the blonde spoke for the first time, the white-haired sophomore's eyes widening appreciatively at the sight of him. Malik wore pants identical to Yami's, except the blonde's were lavender and seemed to sparkle, somehow. Plus, Malik was practically dripping in gold – gold earrings, gold necklace, a gold belly chain with extra length dangling deliciously over his crotch, and two heavy gold bracelets designed to be locked to something… though what, Bakura had yet to discover.

As Bakura watched, Yami slipped away from him, moving back to his original position; but as he passed Malik the two locked eyes and paused for a very wet, slippery, hot kiss. Malik's tongue jerked in a quick action that Bakura couldn't quite catch, but whatever it was it caused Yami to let out a rumbling moan of pure pleasure that made Bakura's dick suddenly jump to full attention at the sound.

"Yami… you'd better get your hot little ass back over here," Bakura ground out, through gritted teeth. "Malik you too."

The kissing pair exchanged glances and smiled. "Of course, Bakura, anything you say," Yami replied.

"We want only your pleasure," Malik added, the long belly chain clinking as he approached Bakura and knelt at his feet. The two made quick work of Bakura's jeans and boxers, Yami tossing the garments carelessly somewhere onto the floor as Malik slowly stretched out over the white-haired teen, the long belly-chain a harsh cold contrast to Bakura's heated skin when it tickled his chest.

Then Malik kissed him. A half-second of nibbles and teasing licks on Bakura's bottom lip was his only warning before the nearly-nude freshman plunged his tongue into the other's mouth, swirling the thick muscle with a quick, sudden movement that made Bakura gasp in surprised pleasure. He wondered if it was the same move Malik had used on Yami.

Speaking of Yami… the spiky haired teen took Malik's place kneeling at Bakura's feet, snickering wickedly, and wrapped his oil-coated fingers around the sophomore's raging erection. He stroked it slowly, teasingly, and Bakura moaned around Malik's mouth. "Ngh… Don't stop…" he groaned.

"Of course not. We want only your pleasure," the two answered simultaneously. Then, as one, they rose and began to back away.

Bakura moaned in frustration. "Get… Y'all get back here, now!"

"But Kura," Malik said, innocently batting his eyes, "wouldn't you have more fun if you were in control? If we were at your mercy?" With that, he backed up all the way to the wall and raised his arms expectantly. Yami was immediately at his side, hooking Malik's gold bracelets to thick golden chains suspended from the wall that Bakura had somehow missed in his previous inspection of the room. When the spiky-haired male finished connecting the chains he backed away, leaving Bakura with a view of the blonde, nearly nude and exposed and – as he had said – completely at the other's mercy.

"We want only your pleasure," Malik breathed for the third time, staring at Bakura through half-lidded eyes. Bakura took a step toward his captive, ready to ravish the other, when a deep, husky voice from behind him stopped him in his tracks.

"Bakura." The white-haired teen turned at the sound, gasping at what he saw. Atemu stood behind him, smirking as if he knew he were the sexiest creature ever to walk the planet – and as far as Bakura was concerned, he was. The tanned twin wore the same mouth-watering black mesh boxers he had worn under his torn jeans during his disastrous date; except now there were no pants – torn or otherwise – to hinder Bakura's view. Atemu's skin glimmered like his brother's, coated in generous layers of scented oil, and he wore heavy gold bands around his wrists and ankles, designed to hook to chains, though Bakura didn't particularly feel like tearing his gaze away from Atemu long enough to look for them. Finally, around the scarlet-eyed male's slender neck lay a thick black collar, unmarked save for the clasp just under his Adam's apple, where a long gold chain was attached, dangling almost to Atemu's bare feet.

Bakura shoved a fist in his mouth.

Atemu smirked even wider, gently reaching up and tugging the other's hand from his face. "I can think of better things to do with that hand," he whispered, leaning in to lick the shell of Bakura's ear as he guided Bakura's hand down to his own growing erection. "Mmm… mi esclavo… See how hot you make me? Just looking at you is enough to turn me on."

The tanned male let go of Bakura's hand and sank down to his knees, letting his fingertips trace lightly over the other's sides, and Bakura had to fight back a moan. "Oh Bakura… you make me so hot… please, just let me taste you…" On his knees now in front of the other, Atemu gave a long, leisurely lick to the underside of Bakura's penis, and the white-haired male did moan; loud and uncontrollably as Atemu fully engulfed his member in his mouth, the wet, wet heat almost too much to bear…

"Bakura! Open up!"

"AHH!" Bakura snapped awake, eyes narrowing into slits as the pounding on his door increased. How dare they interrupt his fantasy! He was so going to kill whoever was behind that door. Throwing the covers off of him, hissing slightly as they brushed his prominent arousal, he all but stomped over to the door and threw it open, ready to throttle the fool that interrupted him.

"Good morning to you too, Kura. You always greet people this way?" Amused crimson eyes traveled down his pale naked body, lingering longer than necessary at the hard-on Bakura was sporting. "Happy to see me or am I interrupting something?"

"Actually, you were." He grabbed Atemu's arm and roughly pulled him inside, quickly shutting the door, only to push the Latino against it with a rather loud thud. "And I believe you can make it up to me now." Bakura smirked wickedly as leaned forward and began kissing the smooth skin of Atemu's neck, leaving wet marks trailing from his ear to the base of his shoulder.

Golden hands reached around to Bakura's back, the fingers ghosting over his pale skin sending wonderful shivers down his spine and the moan from the other's lips only serving to fuel his rampaging arousal.

"Bed? Floor? Wall?" Atemu whispered, his voice already laced with lust, as he cupped Bakura's ass with one hand and snaked his fingers around his lover's dick, giving it a few harsh strokes.

Resting his head against the dark blue sleeveless t-shirt covered shoulder, he panted as he let Atemu's hands tease him. "Bed. Strip, I'll join you in a moment."

Reluctantly, Bakura pulled back from Atemu and walked over to his closet. Throwing open the door, he bent down and began rummaging through the various dirty clothes that he had a habit of throwing on the floor.

"What are you looking for?"

He glanced back, licking his lips when the vision of a fully naked Atemu crawling on top of his bed met his eyes. Mentally, he praised whatever higher being was in control of the universe for granting him with the sexiest lover ever known to man. His dick twitched as Atemu seated himself against the rickety headboard, spread his legs and began to stroke himself, dark crimson eyes half closed as they locked onto his.

Bakura shook his head, trying to gather his thoughts. "Umm…." He scowled as Atemu laughed at him. "Camera… yeah, trying to find the video camera that my cousin Ryou gave me last year. I always keep it in here and charged, even though I never use it."

"Oh? And what makes you want to use it now?"

"Ah ha!" he shouted when he finally found the elusive object, and turned around with a wicked grin on his face as he carefully stepped over the pile of clothes he had thrown over his shoulder while he was searching. "We are going to make that porno," he said as he sat the camera down on the desktop and fiddled with it until the lens was where he wanted it to be.

Atemu stared at him incredulously, not quite sure if he had heard right – or if it was such a good idea – but he quickly threw his doubts aside when Bakura crawled over to him, gently pushed his legs down and covered his body with his paler one. He sighed into the heated kiss that he received; allowing his body to respond to his lover's demands even if this was something he had never done before. Sure it wasn't much, just something recording them – him – as they had sex but still….

But then again, he mused as Bakura's heated mouth slowly, torturously descended down the length of his member, he would do whatever Bakura wanted to make sure the other stayed.

Seth stifled the impending moan that threatened to escape his lips as his hand vigorously ran up and down his dick, his mind playing out vulgar images of Atemu writhing beneath his larger body, that deliciously tanned skin glistening with a light coat of sweat, his name spilling from full, kiss-bruised lips.

Faintly, he remembered how he had gotten to this state – lying there on his bed, jacking himself off, thinking of someone that didn't share his infatuation. It had been some dream he knew, but what it was about he couldn't quite lay his finger on. All he knew was that he had woken, startled, and panting with a hard-on that he couldn't ignore.

His body tensed, his hips bucking slightly as he came in his hand, spilling his seed onto his chest. Seth's breath came in uneven gasps as he came down from his self-induced high.

Swallowing, trying to bring moisture to his dry throat, he ran his clean hand through his still sleep-tousled hair. Atemu was starting to become an obsession, one he wasn't sure was too healthy or not. Clearly, the guy didn't like him. The Latino constantly toyed with him, continuously outdid him, and was never far from throwing some insult his way. And yet, Seth was still drawn to him, still thought about him, and apparently now fantasized about him.

But even with all that, things that most people would have turned away from, Seth still envied him in some ways. Atemu had a carefree attitude, not really minding what people thought about him. Their parents, from what Yami had told Seto last night on their date during one of the few times no one was arguing, were thousands of miles away back in Costa Rica. So they were free of them, totally independent in another country.

And the biggest thing of all, Atemu and Yami were close. It was plain as day, now that he had seen it with his own eyes, that they loved each other more than anything else.

What the hell did that feel like?

He shook his head as he got up and made his way to the shower. That was something he would probably never know but something he was beginning to wish for more and more as time went on. Too bad Seto didn't feel the same.

"…so one of the employees brought him an ice pack, and he had to hold it against his crotch the whole ride home. I guess you could say it was a complete disaster; but Seto admitted he was attracted to me, so… I don't know. You've been on American dates before, right Malik? Did any of them turn out like that?"

The blond laughed, shaking his head and adjusting his slightly-too-small neon green Fudpucker's t-shirt as he and Yami walked into Yami's dorm room. "Sorry little twin, I think that experience is all yours."

The spiky-haired teen sighed, shutting the door behind him. "I was afraid of that." He ran all ten fingers through his hair from scalp to tip, making it stick up even more wildly all over his head. "I don't know what to do, Malik; I really like Seto, but I'm afraid that after last night he won't want anything to do with me… and I don't mean to blame it on Atemu but… well, to be honest I've never really dated anyone before. Atemu's always been really protective of me; like a parent to me. Sometimes he can go a little overboard, I suppose."

Malik smiled and sat down on Yami's bed, patting the mattress beside him in invitation, and Yami sat beside his friend only to have his head immediately forced into Malik's lap while the blond played with his hair, twisting the spikes into numerous tiny braids. "Older brothers are like that. I remember when I dated Rishid, my brother Marik was furious. When Rishid came over to pick me up for a date Marik shoved him up against the wall and held a knife to his throat to scare him away. I don't know what he'd do if he ever found out we slept together…" Malik laughed. "Marik's a little crazy," he explained.

"I never would have guessed," Yami retorted dryly, his scarlet eyes closing as he gradually relaxed under the soothing touch of Malik's fingers in his hair. "Malik?" he questioned softly. "Do you think I really have a chance with Seto?"

"Yes," the other replied simply, and Yami smiled. Malik just kept braiding.

"I'm not like Atemu," the scarlet-eyed freshman continued after a moment. "I know we're identical, but I'm not like him at all. He's so… beautiful, and exotic, and he's not afraid to be intimate with someone, even if there's no strings attached. Like with him and Bakura…"

Malik's fingers stopped moving for a moment before he resumed his braids, his fingers shaking slightly. "Yes?" Malik prodded breathily. "What about Bakura?"

Yami sighed. "Oh, you know… He and Atemu were barely friends for a day before they slept together. I hate it; I worry about Atemu sometimes, you know, even if he and Bakura are close now. But still sometimes I wish that I could be as relaxed about sex as my brother."

"B-Bakura really seems to like Atemu, doesn't he? Are they a couple now, d-do you think?" Malik's voice cracked and Yami frowned suspiciously, rolling over onto his back so he could get a better look at his friend's face as Malik began braiding his bangs. Malik seemed uncomfortable with the idea… though Yami couldn't figure out why…

"No, they're not a couple. I don't think they ever will be; Atemu's got Bakura stuck firmly in the 'friend' position now. It'd take something pretty drastic to work his way up to boyfriend rank. Atemu's got a system; though don't ask me to explain it. It's complicated and I don't really understand it myself. Anyway they're just friends."

"A system?" Malik furrowed his brow and shook his head, laughing lightly. "Your brother is something else, little twin." Finished with the bangs, the blond shifted Yami's head on his lap and went to work on the other side of his hair.

"'Something else'? What does that mean?" Yami asked curiously. "Is that good or bad?"

The other chuckled once more. "Sometimes I forget you're not from around here. It's a good thing. It means he's unique."

"Oh. Yeah, he is that." The two fell into silence, each occupied with their own thoughts, until Malik spoke up again.

"Yami?"

"Hmm?"

"What do you think it was about Atemu that made Kura want to… you know…?"

"Sleep with him?"

"Yeah."

"No sé, Burbujas. I really couldn't say."

"Oh." Malik sighed. "It was probably his looks. He is gorgeous. But then, you look just like him, so… I don't know…"

Yami laughed. "Did you just call me gorgeous?"

"You're irresistible, my little twin friend," the other replied absently. "But it must have been more than looks… I bet it's his attitude. Atemu's got this spicy, sultry aura…"

As the blond stared off into space, still braiding thoughtlessly, Yami gazed up at him in wonder. From the way Malik was talking about his brother, it almost seemed like Malik… liked him. That was unexpected – though not necessarily a bad thing, Yami mused. Malik could be good for Atemu; though the blond was a little ditzy, he genuinely cared about his friends, and he certainly didn't seem like the type to have meaningless one-night stands, like most of the men his brother attracted. It would be good for Atemu to have a steady relationship for once with someone who didn't share his genetic makeup.

Yami grinned. He'd definitely have to pursue this.

"So you think Atemu is good-looking, huh?"

"Yeah… He certainly got a reaction out of those mesh boxers, and not just from Kaiba…"

Yami snorted. "I told him those were trashy— Hey! How did you know about those?"

But Malik merely finished braiding his last strand of Yami's hair and patted him on the cheek. "There! All done, beautiful!"

The crimson-eyed teen sat up and patted his head, feeling the dozens of tight braids sticking out all over his head. "Dios mio, Malik, what did you do?" he groaned. "My hair is going to be all crimped tomorrow… I need a mirror…" Yami wandered off into the bathroom, Malik snickering before standing up and stretching lazily.

"I'm bored; want to watch a movie or something?"

"Sure; the tapes are all piled up by the TV. Ugh, my hair is sticking out worse than usual! I look like that redheaded girl with the freaky braids that stick out sideways! Malik, undo this!" Yami came back into the room, scowling.

"You guys still use tapes? That's weird," Malik said, rifling through the stacks of movies.

Yami sat back down on the bed. "We have one of those combo things. Didn't want to re-buy old movies on DVD."

"Ah. What's this one here, on top? It doesn't have a label."

"I don't know, must be Atemu's. Stick it in and we'll see."

Malik slid the tape into the VCR, turning on the television before he sat back on the bed beside Yami. "It looked like a blank tape; there may be nothing on it," the blond commented thoughtfully as static filled the screen. Yami shrugged and they watched a few more seconds; but just before they were about to give up and shut off the tape an image popped onto the screen, blurry at first, but then the image shifted and they could make out a face.

Bakura's.

Malik blinked. "Is this Bakura's tape? What is he doing?"

"I don't know…"

The white-haired sophomore grinned wickedly into the camera and winked. "Video proof that Bakura Williams is the luckiest bastard that ever lived," he drawled, and moved away from the camera, revealing a stark naked and highly aroused Atemu sprawled out across his bed.

"¡Dios mio!" Yami shrieked.

"Oh my god…" Malik unknowingly echoed.

Bakura's face reappeared in front of the screen, the wicked grin still plastered across his face. "This is going to be fun."

Both of them stared, mouths agape at the small nineteen-inch screen TV. There was some perverse need to watch as the southerner slowly took Atemu's length into his mouth, making him emit various words in Spanish that caused Yami to involuntarily blush even more than he did when he first noticed it was his brother on the tape.

As if in a trance, Yami and Malik turned to face each other, identical looks of horror, shock, and curiosity on their faces. They stared at each other while the sounds from the video became louder.

"Damnit Atemu, your ass is so damn tight!"

"¡Pares hablando y me cojas más fuerte!"

Finally, they snapped put of their daze and made a mad scramble to get to the VCR-DVD combo, legs tripping each other as they hastily tried to get to the 'stop' button, causing them to fall unceremoniously to the floor.

"¡Adelántete y cójame como un hombre!"

Malik blinked as he and Yami untangled themselves. "What did he just say?"

"Malik! I am NOT going to repeat what my perverted brother said while he's…he's…"

"…having hot, kinky, wild, fantastic sex?"

"Yeah, that."

"Más fuerte¡Ay Dios¡ya voy!"

"Oh god Malik! You're closer, turn it off! That's my brother and there are some things that even twins shouldn't know about each other."

Nodding his head in agreement, Malik leaned forward and hit the stop button…

A rather large moan was heard. "ATEMU!"

"Cut it off Malik!"

"I did!" He pressed the button again. "It's not cutting off! You try!"

Quickly, Yami crawled over to Malik and repeated the same process only to get the same results. With a groan of frustration and annoyance, his hands gripped the multitude of braids and gave them a good yank, anything to keep his mind off of the TV…and that nice shot of Bakura's ass filling up the screen.

Somehow over the moans, pants, and sex talk, a knock at the door was heard and Malik got up to answer it while Yami continued to mentally berate his brother.

"That's it my sexy little Spanish bitch, just like that!"

"I knew you and Atemu were close, but this is disgusting."

Yami's head snapped around, his eyes going wide at the sound of that familiar, deep, smug voice broke through his thoughts of seriously harming his brother. Seeing Seto standing there with one eyebrow cocked, in a dark blue fraternity logo T-shirt, khaki shorts and flip flops, Yami's blush – which had died down by that point – flared back to life.

Malik giggled from somewhere behind the tall sophomore and Yami finally realized just what Seto had said when he entered his dorm room. Shaking his head violently, he responded in the most mature manner he could.

"What! No! No! No! Ewww! Gross!"

Seto just smirked as Yami turned back around and once again tried to get the tape to eject, stop, something, anything at that moment.

"Oh? Well then is this some sort of Costa Rican sex ed? 'How to ride an American redneck'?"

"Speaking of riding…." Malik broke in, "I didn't know that position was even humanly possible." All three sets of eyes watched as Atemu twisted around and…

"Bakura is going to break my brother's back if they stay like that!"

"Hell yeah baby!"

"Somehow, I think that's the last thing on his mind at the moment, Yami." Seto crossed his arms over his chest, trying his best to look disinterested in the whole thing.

"Fuck me so hard I can taste it!"

"Oh my god! Why won't it shut off?"

"Come on baby, come on, that's it, just like that…. HELL YEAH!"

"Why don't you just unplug it?"

Yami suddenly looked very sheepish as he scrambled back behind the TV, pulling the plug with a sigh as the room was finally blanketed in silence. With one final look at the screen, just to make sure it was truly off, Yami turned back to his friend and Seto. "What brings you by other than to witness my total humiliation?"

Flashing Yami a sexy smirk, he stepped forward a bit and knelt down in front of the Costa Rican. "I wanted to ask you if you would like to go out on a date again. Without our brothers."

Smiling brightly, Yami nodded his head as Seto watched the action with faint amusement. "I would love too. So what day did you have in mind? Friday? Saturday?"

"Saturday, but it can't be this weekend. I have something important already set. But how about the following weekend?"

"Alright," Yami smiled again as Seto leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before he stood up and walked back to the door that Malik had opened up for him.

"Oh, and I love the Jamaican look."

Yami's perplexed look sent Malik into a fit of giggles as Seto walked out the door. Closing the door behind the blue-eyed man, Malik just smiled at his little twin friend's continued confused look and grabbed a piece of his own hair and pulled it away from the rest of it to show Yami what Seto meant and then pointed to Yami.

Cautiously, Yami placed his fingers on his head and felt around when realization dawned on him that Seto had seen his hair was still in braids….

"BURBUJAS! VOY A MATARTE!"