The Randomness of Yamishipping
Yugi: Howdy folks and here I am Yugi, the older sibling out of the two of us with the next chapter of the Yamishipping. I'm so sorry about the lateness of this chapter but after doing schoolwork and then getting reminded constantly by a persistent Yamishipping fangirl (You know who you are!) I finally got my butt into gear and typed this chapter. Urgh I have to tell you this is the most amount of pages I have ever written for a fanfiction, the maximum amount I typed before was like 13 pages but this is about 24 pages +. OMR I'm so happy about it but I apologize already for the poor grammar or spelling but well I wanted to get the chapter up today as your getting a special Easter treat from someone else to do with this story, lol. Well I hope my work paid off and this chapter is a continuation from the last one my sister did because it wouldn't make much sense if we left it like that so here we go. Enjoy I worked hard on this!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, just a few DVDS, posters, videos, cards and Ra knows what else. We own the story but Kazuki Takahashi owns the anime series. There if that was to complex to understand here's the short version.
WE DON'T OWN YU-GI-OH!
There now that clear lets get this chapter started!
Key
Italics – Flashback/Nightmare and also thoughts.
Bold Italics – The paper fan of doom!
yamishipping – scene divider.
Chapter 2: Brownie Obsession Part 2 (Written by Yugi)
Life.
The essence that binds us all together.
Some wonder where life will take us, either it will be a great adventure or a grave disaster, but in one lad's eyes…his life was going to get worse.
The crowd stood in a line, silence lingering in the darkening air as the setting sun began to fade. The residents of the area were gazing at the house that stood within the ash landscape it was situated in, two figures gazing out the windows, their eyes glowing hungrily, waiting for Brownie Boy to officially become their property. How did all this come to be? Why was such a big crowd just standing outside a large iron gate? It was almost as if they were separating Hell and Heaven. Only one poor innocent boy knew this (And the people who read the last chapter of course).
"No, you can't do this to me! I'm seventeen you hear, seventeen! An innocent bystander who's being forced to a punishment for a crime he didn't commit. Mum!"
A young teen with deep crimson eyes winced deeply as one of precious, yet unique, tri-coloured spikes of hair was harshly grabbed by his so called mother, meaning Monster Of The Highest Evil Ranks. The so called monster had a pleasant, yet fake smile plastered upon her pale face, her strides short but forceful, like any mum with a mission and hers was operation: Time to fly the nest.
The whole town watched the young man struggle, the faint breeze brushing across their cheeks as the mayor stood to the side, silently praying that this brave boy would survive and hopefully one day come back to his delightful town. After all he was only an elected official and the elections were soon coming up. He needed to have Yami's vote if he had any chance of beating the 6ft Brunette at being Mayor. He too just watched the struggle between son and mum, trying to keep his cool and not intervene as he did kind of enjoy the sight of the crimson-eyed boy in a skirt. Yes it's true, this village was full of homosexuals and no one really minded but that's not really the point at this moment; Yami is.
"Oww, oww…OWW! Ra damn it women, you're messing up the hair. THE HAIR! YOU HEAR ME!"
His mum sighed heavily as she stood near the gates, the silky yet pointy strands of tri-coloured hair gripped tightly in her hands.
"Aww don't moan honey, you're a big boy now and I'm surprised your hair is so soft in such a messy state." She smiled sympathetically soon laughing softly as she pinched her son's cheeks, a growl emitting from the once proud seventeen year old.
"Stop it, I don't want to go!" Yami pouted slightly as he sulked, folding his arms and gazing at the skirt he was still wearing. 'Maybe I should have taken this off before I left the house.' He shook his head and blinked slightly as he saw two shadows on the ground in front of him with pointy hair, chuckling at him. Yet no sound was heard, just a pair of wide, smirking grins that seemed etched onto the ground. He was soon brought out of his trance when he heard his monster, erm, mother's voice again.
"Yami dear, you look so cute! But I wouldn't say you were innocent and last time I checked you were a bi, or is it gay? Hmm, anyway…I remember when I walked in on you and what was his name…?"
"…shut up….."
"Oh the rich snob, that's it Snotty, Opps I mean Seto Kaiba. He was the guy who popped your cherry at that sweet age of 1…"
"SHUT UP!"
"But Sweety! You do know you were underage then, but I can see why he picked you. Look at you Cutey, you've got such a girly body! Bless you!" She smiled innocently as she started to pinch along his arms and legs.
"Mum, stop it….STOP IT!" Her son practically screamed as he yelped like a young puppy being injured for the first time, Yami's mum absent-mindedly lifting up his small, short brownie skirt. "Mum…. please stop" Yami fidgeted as he slapped her hands away, flustering as a few whistles were sent in his direction. (A.n: Right I hate the whole YamixSeto thing but when I asked people's opinion on who his past boyfriend was most people said Seto so it was them and not me. Plus you might think Yami was legal for sex but I did my research and I found out the legal age for two males to have sex was 21 which was when Yami and Seto 'slept' together but now the legal age is 16 and so Yami's mum is kind of behind in the times.)
He growled as his rich gem-like orbs narrowed into slits whilst exotic golden-like bangs brushed across his face as he sharply turned and began to walk towards the gates, looking like an ancient Pharaoh taking a walk towards his throne. Each step seeming like an inch closer to his destination as the soles of his shoes grazed along the ground, causing hundreds of eyes to fall upon him. Just like royalty would amongst their crowds, Yami held himself in a way that was more like a Pharaoh than a Brownie
His mum waved, a merry smile appearing as if she had done nothing wrong or out of the ordinary. Yami glanced back as he stretched his hand out and pressed a button on the gate. Expecting for the rusty rib-like doors to open.
'Sheesh, what kind of parent is she? I do not look like some kind of Ra damned girl, I have the proof in the packaging.' He smirked as a slight baritone chuckle slipped through his lips. "I bet she doesn't even care that I'm go – ING!"
No one had expected it, mainly as the ground they were on was grass, but somehow a hole had appeared from nowhere and swallowed the young male up.
"Bye Honey." His mum smiled again as she turned around and began to walk back home, the other villagers just scanning the ground as the local priest prayed for the youths safety. One thing was for sure, they thought the tri coloured haired brownie would never be back again.
YamishippingYamishippingYamishippingYamishipping (Yes this is a scene divider)
Malik sighed heavily as he sunk deeper into the sofa, a slight scowl upon his tanned features after finding a huge quantity of a sticky yet sweet substance in his tea. "Damn 'Kura, I'll get you back later! Just you wait..." A smirk played at his lips as his eyes narrowed into lustful slits. "That's not going to be the only white substance I'm having tonight, BWAHAHAHA!" His mind wandered as thoughts of tri coloured hair and parting lips entered his mind, wanting, begging. Ra just the thought was making the Egyptian male squirm slightly and sink deeper into the seat he was in. "Just you wait my Brownie Boy I'll have you screaming -"
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Wild lilac eyes snapped open from a lusting haze as his lap soon became heavier, a slight hiss escaping his mouth as the unexpected pressure of another body crushed him slightly. "What in Ra's name…? Oh…" A smirk hungrily appeared as he gazed up at the hole in the ceiling soon noticing rich ebony and crimson coming into his vision followed by strong lightning yellow. "Well, well, well. Looks like I'll be using this service more often." He leant forward and nuzzled the silent bundle in his lap, crimson eyes slowly opening.
"Wha-a…huh?"
Yami gazed around at his surroundings; glad at being greeted by the site of light instead of the pitch-black darkness he was engulfed in outside the gates. "I was…outside…" he looked around and shook his head slightly trying to remove the confusion that was still clouding his mind. He almost swore he could feel something gently nuzzling him but just thought that was his mind playing tricks on him, mentally growling as the reminder of him moving into a house with two weirdoes, I mean Mentally Challenged males soon became a reality.
"Oh Ra!" His eyes widened as his exotic eyes fell upon the sites of a coffee table, one that was gazing at him in a frightened manner with wide stone eyes. "No…no…no…NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He leapt up, well planned too as he felt strong arms wrap around his slim waist, slowly caressing the skin that was peaking out from under a yellow shirt.
"Hmm…"
The Brownie shivered as a taunting breath glided over his ear, brushing over his flushing cheeks. "M-m-m-Malik? Bakura is that you?" Yami questioned as a faint chuckle echoed in the room, a tanned finger pressing against his lips. "You guessed right my little Uke, now how about we try and remake what happened last time Hmm?" He leant forward and captured Yami's lips with his own, startled crimson gazing into insane lilac orbs.
"MALIK!"
Both boys jumped up in surprise as a husky voice entered the room. Piercing dark brown staring at both of them as Malik fell back into sofa whilst Yami sprawled out on the coffee table his mouth flapping wildly like a fish out of water.
"Wah, he was! I was! It was…you're Bakura!"
Bakura rolled his eyes and folded his arms, smirking. "So glad you remember me. I was worried you might have forgotten about little old me." He laughed as Yami sat up trying to regain some sense as Malik just sat still, growling deeply at the white haired teen. "WHY IN RA'S NAME DID YOU DO THAT BAKURA! I HAD HIM SCREAMING-"
"Malik he was screaming because he just fell down a deep hole, falling out of the ceiling and then ending up in your lap. That's enough reason to make anyone scream."
"That's not the point! I had him right were I wanted him! Now what am I meant to do!" He snapped as he pointed to a cushion that was now covering over his lap.
"Well…" Bakura sniggered "The bathrooms available to use so chop chop, dinner will be ready soon." He winked as the taller tanned male stood up and began to storm towards the stairs, Yami still on the table watching and blinking rapidly. Bakura noticing this and smirked madly as he heard the psycho upstairs slam a door shut. Time for him to make his move.
"What's with him? He was a bit stiff wasn't he?"
A confused yet regal voice asked Bakura, a faint hint of naivety within each letter the baritone voice would say. The white haired boy turned to face Yami as he soon laughed, Ra Yami could be so innocent at times.
"Bakura? He was! The way he walked then wasn't healthy!"
The laughter died down as he sat down beside the Brownie, running a pale hand through Yamis exotic locks. "We'll he just had a bit of a problem that he needed to fix, that's all. Nice to know you care though, after all you are living with us now." Yami gazed up at the other boy, inching away slightly at the invading touch in his hair that was slowly massaging his scalp. "I guess…" His voice seemed a bit distant as he let out a heavy sigh, leaning closer to the body next to him; he had to admit he was enjoying the sensitive and soft fingers on his head now.
"Exactly."
Yami could only nod as he closed his eyes purring slightly at the contact his head was receiving. Bakura smiled at the slight, not a grin but a genuine friendly, warm smile. He wrapped his arms round Yami and lifted him up into his lap, a small glint flickering in his brown eyes. 'Heh, too easy. Malik just has to learn to be gentle and then look what happens.' The smile he once had now developing into a hungry smirk as Yami wiggled a bit. "This is nice…hmm…Bakura" He looked up and opened his lips, breathing a bit heavier as his eyes opened slowly. The said teen gulped a bit at the sight; here he was with a delectable brownie in his lap, lips breathlessly whispering his name whilst blood red orbs gazed at him. 'Ra I'm turning into Malik! Damn you Yami and your, Ra damned good looks and taunting lips. Oh!' Bakura blinked and lowered his head slightly, his and Yami's face inches apart as the other teens breath caressed his cheek. Slowly Bakura leaned further down as white and gold clashed upon their foreheads, lips barely touching each other until…
"What's for dinner then?"
Yami snapped out of his peace like trance and sat upright forgetting about how close Bakura was too him; until he heard a hiss of pain as his head made contact with the others lips, a faint speck of blood soon appearing. "Oh Bakura I'm sorry I didn't…" He was cut short as the sound of Malik's laughter overtopped his voice making Yami too scared to continue the sentence he had started.
"Serve's you right Bunny! Heh you said you wanted a bit of head and you got it! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Yami sweatdropped and looked at Bakura soon inching away again as he saw the figures shoulders moving and a tongue dart out of his mouth, lapping up at the blood like a cat would at milk. A sinister chuckle slithered out of the boys' mouth as he stood up, walking up to the tanned teen and standing in front of him.
"…"
Yami just sat and stared at the pair as Bakura leant on the other teen his long white locks blocking out his face, which Yami was grateful for at this point, whilst Malik's eyes narrowed slightly. His laughter now dead as a faint husky whisper broke the silence.
"Malik…" Bakura's lips gently rubbed against his golden, pierced earlobe, letting out ghostly words. "Never…" He began to lick at the flesh slightly, suppressing a chuckle. "Ever…" Bakura began to suck and kiss along the others jaw line before his eyes locked on with his lovers. Brown met Lilac. Lust gazing deeply into Curiosity as Malik's brow rose.
" Never Interrupt Me Again!"
Malik blinked as the snarling toned words hit him whilst Bakura leapt forward and captured his lips with his fang like teeth.
"Bakura…"
Malik growled deeply in his throat as he stared at the boy in front of him, soon beginning to bite back, quite literally. Teeth pierced lips until they bonded together in a deep and bruising kiss. Hands began to wander whilst heavy breaths panted within each other's moist caverns, Tongues dueling for dominance silencing the faint moans.
Bakura pulled away slightly, smiling as he saw blood running down the other's lips. Leaning forward he lapped up some of the coppery substance and then turned round on his heel, walking to the kitchen before gazing back at the flustered tanned and gob smacked Brownie.
"It's steak." He winked as he disappeared, his hair flowing behind him leaving Yami and Malik alone.
(A.N: I hope everyone's happy there, yes this story contains Yaoi for that's what Yamishipping is. So as you can tell I have done Darkshipping, Clashshipping and now Psychoshipping and so I hope that falls into your taste somewhere. ; Don't worry it's going to be some more humor now, and then who knows.)
"Well Brownie how about we get started?"
"Huh?" Yami replied, still trying to get over what happened as he fidgeted uncomfortably on the table. "Steak?"
"Hmm?" Malik absentmindedly dabbed at the red pool forming around his torn lip, "Oh that's what we're eating for dinner." He brought out his tongue and began to lick at the blood, flicking some at the paling Brownie. "Hmm are you ill or something, you seem to be a bit pale." He walked over and sat in front of the teen, noticing a faint blob of his blood on the others face dribbling down.
"Er, I- I – you, you're…"
"You're stuttering?" He leant closer.
"You're bleeding!"
"What?" Malik smiled and then noticed the crimson pool by his lip. "Oh this! Heh don't worry your pretty…" He glanced down at the Brownies skirt, growling huskily and then making eye contact with Yami again, smirking. "Heads, about it." He laughed quietly as he saw the other male fidget more and saw the faintest shade of a blush settle on his cheeks.
"B-b-b.."
"No no Yami, it's M-m-m-mm Malik."
"Huh!" Yami looked at the other, pondering on what the tanned male meant.
"It's nothing Uke, nothing. But you know." He shuffled forward shortening the gap between the pair. "I've heard that Brownies learn about First Aid. Is this true?"
"Well, I do have a badge but I left that at home." Yami smiled slightly, puffing out his chest with his proud statement.
"Really?" Malik frowned deeply, rolling his eyes as he licked at the blood again whilst coating Yami in more of the red substance. 'Heh like I care…' Thought the psycho Egyptian as he gazed at Yami again, noticing the crimson eyes getting narrower. "Hmm, well I heard that saliva is a great way to stop bleeding."
Yami's eyes narrowed more, a faint scowl peaking at the edges of his mouth.
"Let's see shall we." And in a blink of the eye Malik leaned towards the other teen his mouth coming in contact with the others… fist.
"What the fuck!" Malik growled as he stumbled back glaring at the Brownie whose fist was clenched dangerously. Yami's eyes looking like ruby slits, angrily starting at the tanned male whilst he spoke through clenched teeth. "Too Far!" He put his arm back at his side as he stood up and stepped away, walking towards the stairs.
"Oh what's this?" Malik stood up stalking after the shorter figure. "You actually fight back after all. I'm impressed!" He licked his lips again and chuckled. "I wonder what your like when you're a bad boy in bed and need to be…AHHHHHHHHHH!"
Yami turned round sharply and lunged at the others chest with his feet, causing Malik to fly back. "I'm not a piece of meat you can have whenever you want you jerk!" He growled as he stood up and put his hand on his hip, stroking at the brown fabric whilst the other hand flicked his blonde bangs out of his eyesight. The tanned dazed male slowly picked himself off the floor, clutching at his chest whilst staring at disbelieve at the paler boy.
"Where... in … Ra's name… oww … did you..?"
"Oh that?" Yami smiled and folded his arms. "Another thing I have a badge for, handy isn't it. So don't think you can treat me like that got it?" he asked.
"Of course not, not much anyway." Malik grinned rubbing his dusty blonde spikes. "Makes it more interesting if the Uke can fight back." He licked his lips hungrily again as he saw the other figure blinking again, the childlike innocence back upon his handsome features as a deadly silence filled the room.
"Dinner Time!"
Both teens gazed towards the kitchen as the white haired bunny leant on the doorframe, speaks of blood over his body.
"Ra Bakura. What did you do? Murder someone or something?" His tanned lover asked as Yami gulped repeatedly.
"No I just cooked the meal."
"Butchered more like."
"Hmph, if your going to act like that all high and mighty Malik then your not getting any." Bakura smiled as he began to suck on his finger, licking and teasing at the copper liquid on his digit. His lover squirming again as his mouth hung open, Yami on the other hand was tilting his head whilst his bangs covered over his reddening face. 'I swear at times that brownie is weird. Hey wait a sec? Is he, no he can't be? Can he? ' Bakura blinked, confused as his bat like bangs on his head quivered slightly. His Yami sense was tingling.
"So Yami would you like some?"
"Huh, m-m—me?" He shook his head trying to wipe away the faint pink in his cheeks, his answer soon given as a rumble emitted from his slim stomach. "Please." Came the nervous reply as he walked past Malik, gazing at him and smiling. "Sorry for hurting you earlier." He chuckled slightly "You're just too weird at times." And with a flick of his tri-coloured locks he was by the snowy haired teen side.
Bakura smiled as the figure stood next to him. "Good." His brown eyes gazed to the others figures waist, tilting his face. "Because I was slightly worried you don't eat at all." He questioned as he put his hands on the brownies waist, squeezing slightly causing the other male to yelp and shudder.
"Don't do that!" Yami yelped out, shuffling away from the touch and wrapping his arms around himself. "That tickles." He mumbled as he looked back at the others smirking face, glaring slightly. "What do you mean by I don't eat?"
The demonic bunny like male blinked again as he poked at the brownie again. "Well it's obvious what I mean, look at that." He poked again. "That's tiny! Do you have anything in there at all?" He asked as he leant forward and lifted up the yellow shirt, whistling happily.
"Whoa. He may not have a waist but Ra damn it does he have abs!" (A.n: Yes Ra damn it that smexy Yami has abs) Bakura exclaimed as Malik nodded his head rapidly, storming forwards to stand in front of the pair. Neither noticing the growling brownie.
Yami sighed as he picked up the box of brownies from a nearby table and smacked them both over the head, the lusting gaze in both their eyes now gone. "I told you before, you look don't touch! Animals, both of you." He shook his head and went into the other room towards their dinner.
"Wow!" Both psychos said in unison. " The Brownie bites back!" They cheered happily as they looked each other with the same smirk upon their faces. "This calls for something Malik." Bakura grinned as his bangs flapped wildly, his tanned lover nodding his head in agreement. "Manic Laughter!" Both boys took in a deep breath as the house was soon filled with a loud echo of 'Mwahahahahaha's' and 'Bwahahahahaha's!'.
Yami stood in the kitchen, sweat dropping and gulping nervously. "Ra what have I gotten myself into."
YamishippingYamishippingYamishippingYamishipping
(An: I can't be bothered to describe the dinner for nothing really happens okay ; it's just a normal meal…but with Yamis.)
Yami walked out of the dinning room, clutching his stomach tightly as his face held a faint shade of green, whilst the other two followed with a satisfied look.
"Ahh excellent cooking as always 'Kura. Your steak is extremely hard to beat." Malik muttered as he licked off the excess blood from around his mouth and fingers. "Hmm." He turned his gaze towards the Brownie and raised a brow suspiciously. "Hey, Yami?" He placed a tanned hand on the shorter ones shoulder turning him round slightly, gazing at the boys features.
Bakura ran his hands trough his white locks absentmindedly as he glanced at the other two, his lover and hopefully soon to be lover. "Was something wrong with my cooking. Everyone loves steak." He exclaimed in a proud state as his slightly red stained canines peeked from out from his mouth.
"Urgh…" Was all Yami could mutter before he fell forward slightly, landing against Maliks developed chest. Normally he would of tried to struggle but at the moment his stomach seeming to disagree if he moved too much. "What… was that?" he breathed out closing his eyes slightly in pain as he unconsciously snuggled closer to the warm body, the heat seeming to ease the aching sensation in his body. Malik blinked at the actions, not knowing to either hold the body closer or pull him away. "Yami?" he looked at Bakura confused.
"It was steak of course." Bakura blinked, confused as much as Malik was, soon standing next to his lover and glancing at the other male.
"Heh, I know that." Yami moaned as he clutched his stomach slightly. "I mean what was it like raw or something? Urgh I feel sick…" His blonde bangs covered his face, etching with pain as he buried his head more into Malik's chest.
"Humph. In fact it was, that's the best way to eat that meat." Bakura smiled as Malik began to rub Yami's back, slightly worried now, as the brownies face seemed to get greener at Bakura's statement. Yami raised his face slightly as his pain filled crimson orbs glanced at brown ones. "You're kidding me right?" he asked.
"No. Bakura never kids when it comes to steak." Malik replied, answering for his bunny like boyfriend.
"Do you know how dangerous that is!" Yami snapped, moaning afterwards and gripping tighter to the tanned figure he was leaning against. "I could get food poisoning you know, scratch that I've probably got it now!" he growled, closing his eyes and letting out a slight pain filled sigh.
"Me and Malik eat it all the time and we feel okay with it." Bakura mumbled, feeling slightly guilty for Yami. He began to run a finger through the tri coloured locks whilst Malik tended to the Brownies back hoping this would ease the pain slightly.
"Bakura, it's getting late." Malik glanced at the clock; it's hands ticking away slowly past 2 in the morning. "Maybe we should go to bed and sort him out." Glancing at the boy, now wrapped up in his arms, he felt a pang of guilt towards the shortest male.
"Great. I need some kip." Yami smiled slightly and edged away from the tanned chest. 'Hmm, that kind of felt… NO! Yami get a grip, you were leaning on a very, nice, comfy and developed chest. Insert slight drool here. WAH! It's the poisoning which seems to have now... Oww. Nope the pains still there. Guess I need some sleep, well it is past 2 so it might make sense. Ra what a day, strange I swear I am getting taller of a sudden and oh look I have another set of arms on me, Heh almost as pale as me. Hey wait a sec!'
"WAHHHH!" Yami snapped out of his thinking faze and looked around rapidly, soon coming face to face with deep brown eyes. "Bakura?" He whispered as he looked back at the arms holding him up, wincing as the pain in his stomach decided to make itslef known again.
A husky voice ticked against his ear. "Yeah it's me, don't move around too much okay don't want to hurt your body anymore." He asked as Yami nodded in agreement snuggling once again next the nearest source of heat, which happened to be Bakuras. "Why are you holding me?" Yami asked as Bakura moved towards the stairs, Malik no were to be seen.
"I'm holding you because one, you don't know were anything in this house is and two your ill and s as the nice host I am, I'm looking after you. Oh and Malik, he's gone upstairs to prepare the bedroom because well er … Heh."
"Why what's wrong with the room. It's fine as long as it's a, oww. Careful on the steps please!" Bakura nodded as Yami continued his voice seeming to drift off as he yawned. "As long as I have a bed it's fine." Once again the other male nodded soon standing outside a door with a faint glow of light around the edges. "We're here." He said as he kicked the door open, spotting Malik already sprawled out on the bed.
Yami soon clambered out of Bakura's gentle hold and looked around the room, mainly shocked to see it looking relatively normal. A nicely made bed with plush cushions and some other various blankets of other fabrics spread over the top. Yami had to admit he hadn't expected such a big bed for just two people. His gaze traveled to the large cupboard opposite him. He would have to have a peek in there later, for the size of it made the teen think that Narnia could be have been at the back of it. He sighed heavily as the faint warm glow of the lamps light illuminated the dark purple curtains, a room seeming like royalty lived in there.
"Hmm?"
Yami's confused, yet curious, gaze came across a lone bonsai tree sitting upon a side cabinet. Two small branches were all that was on the tree trunk as the Brownie tilted his head. "How odd?" He lightly brushed his finger over one of the branches and blinked at how firm the plant was. Like a lover's relationship, a small simple bond, yet if anyone touched it they wouldn't have thought that the love between the pair could be so strong.
"It's our family tree."
Yami turned round, suddenly remembering he was not alone in the room. A faint pink spreading across his face as he felt slightly stupid and embarrassed for getting caught in such a calm state. He glanced at the one who spoke, Bakura, and watched him as he began to lightly sprinkle the plant with water, soon blinking as he saw the white haired male cut his finger and let a small drop of his blood drip into the tree's soil, a gently plop was heard as it landed.
"Why did you just do that?" He asked, more confused than ever as the third male walked up behind him and leant his body against Yami's, bringing his tanned arms round the slim body and letting a drop of his life essence drip on the plant's soil too.
"That, our dear Uke, is like Kura said: our family tree. It's been Bakura's and mine since we moved here. It was quite odd how this small, delicate plant could mean such a lot yet its appearance is so deceiving." He brought the smaller male's body closer and sighed into his tri-coloured hair, Bakura leaning against the wall. Both psycho males were now acting rather normal. "It only had a small bud when we brought it from the shop but as we both gave it a bit of our well, blood, it sprouted two branches." Malik continued, slowly rubbing caressing circles on Yami's stomach hoping it would ease the pain. (A.n: It works… My mum used to do that when I used to get really sick every January in the past.)
"That branch there..." Bakura pointed to the slightly smaller one of the two, small white flowers blooming on the dark brown twig like branch. "That's meant to be me." He smiled gently as he noticed Yami gazing intently at the plant.
"And so that one must be, Malik?" Questioned the shortest male, his crimson gaze now looking at a larger, bigger built branch. Some small yet sharp thorns encircling the tanned like branch.
"Yep." Malik chuckled into his ear as he entwined his hand with Yami's, the other male now shuffling uncomfortably as Bakura moved forward and stood in front of the pair. Yami seemed sandwiched between the taller males, his face feeling slightly warmer than before, his stomach seeming like it had butterflies in it. Must be the food poisoning again, he shook his head briefly and looked straight at deep mahogany eyes.
"Now as you're a new member to this household, you've got to offer yourself..." Bakura's husky voice said in authoritative tone. Yami's breath caught in his throat as the tanned figure, pressed deeply against his back, raised up his and Yami's locked hands, bringing one of the Brownies long slender digits towards Bakura's mouth.
"Wha?.. uh… I ..no.." Yami stuttered as he tried to shuffle back, only proceeding in rubbing against the bigger built Malik behind him, a pleasured chuckle echoing in his ear. "Don't worry Yami, it's not that bad." Malik whispered gently as he tried to control himself, still rubbing Yami's stomach.
"But I don't want to… Oww!" He moaned as he felt a fang puncture his finger's flesh, soon whimpering as the sting and the rising of blood, slowly squeezed out of the bite mark began to hurt. This just didn't feel like his day.
"There, there it's okay." Bakura cooed as he noticed the faint glistening of tears welling up in the corners of crimson eyes. He leant forward and lapped up the salty pearl like tears and moved Yami's finger to the plant, watching as a red blob dropped in the plant's soil, the roots sucking at the liquid hungrily.
"I'm sorry about that." Bakura mumbled as he placed a golden bang behind Yami's ear, the faint hint of pain still in his eyes. "You're family now, and so now you're one of us." He smiled gently as Malik's grip lessened from around the Brownie's waist, no matter how much Malik enjoyed that feeling.
Yami stepped away from the blonde haired psycho and gazed at his reddening finger. "You, you… You could have just asked." He gazed at the pair and blinked, looking back at his finger, soon finding a pair of lips circling the cut, Bakura's lips. Malik sitting and watching comfortably from the bed.
"Wha! Wha…what are you doing?" Yami shouted, flustering slightly as he shook his head rapidly. Was it him or was it getting hotter once again?
Yami just shuffled his feet nervously as he glanced away, hoping that the suction on his finger would soon leave. All too soon, he thought, Bakura's lips left his finger leaving once again Yami blinking confused, but not just because of Bakura sucking his finger.
"That should do now. Sorry about that though, I don't take you as the type who would willingly do something." Bakura smirked soon rubbing his head as a paper like object swatted him on the head. "What the fuck!" He questioned as once again he was hit on the head. "What in Ra's bloody name was that!" Bakura mumbled as he leapt back, the paper object once again about to smack him on the head. His brown gaze landed upon Yami's hand, which now had a paper fan in it.
"As we got told in Brownies, Scouts, Guides… Urgh whatever. Be Prepared." Yami smirked as the object vanished from his hand leaving Bakura pondering on whether Yami was actually normal or not.
"Well anyway." Malik cleared his throat, growling slightly at being ignored. "It's time for bed, it's late you know." He licked his lips hungrily whilst staring at the smaller males. Bakura giving the hungry look back to his boyfriend. Yami standing still, blinking until he scowled and hit both men on the head with The Paper Fan of Doom.
"OWW! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Both Malik and Bakura chuckled together as they licked their lips more about to open their mouths once to speak; that was until they glanced at the paper fan in Yami's hands, a not so happy look upon his face.
"Right." Yami sighed and rubbed his stomach, the pain once again deciding to make itself known. "…Anyway where's my bed?" He asked as he looked around the room. He remembered 'Kura, 'Wait when did I call him that? I mean Bakura… Urgh I really must be ill.' Bakura had said this is where he was sleeping but there was one problem: there seemed to be only one bed. 'Hmm must be a mistake.' He thought, as he looked around the room once again, still spotting only one bed, which Malik was now patting eagerly. 'Oh…Ra…no…'
"So are you coming into bed Yami?" Malik grinned, patting the spot next to him as he pulled off his shirt, leaving a fine display of muscles for Yami and a very happy bunny to see. Yami's face paling once again as he stared, Malik soon laughing deeply as his chest muscles rippled with the movement. 'Damn it's hot in here!' Yami thought as he leapt forward and hit the blonde on the head with the paper fan once again, well tried to as his wrists were caught in a tight grip. "Nice try Ukey, but you'll have to hit me harder than that." Malik smiled as he saw Yami pout, soon spotting the Brownie's gaze looking at his body. "Hmm like what you see?" He asked, soon smirking as he saw the teen fluster and fidget once again. Bakura decided that now would be a good time to break the awkward scene up.
"Well Yami, you did say it was okay as long as you had a bed?" Bakura shrugged his shoulders and began to pull off his own top, showing of his slightly milky cream skin to the smallest male, soon beginning to discard his trousers; Malik already done so and now sitting there with just a pair of boxers.
Yami stood and stared now shaking his head once again, his wild hair now starting to resemble Malik's at the amount of movement it was receiving. "But…BUT! I didn't expect to be sharing with a pair of psycho's!" Yami mumbled soon yelping as he was picked up and dumped on the bed, his shirt seeming to have disappeared on the way. "Excuse me! DO YOU MIND! I HAVE RIGHTS, YOU CAN'T JUST TOSS ME!" Malik chuckled even more as he pulled off the Brownies skirt, growling like a hunter who had just found their prey. "You sure I can't just toss you right here and now?" he began to run his hand up Yami's inner thigh, Yami struggling to try and shuffle out of the way. 'Wah! Damn them and their bed. Why is it always so hard to move on a bed? Hmm. WAH OKAY YAMI DO SOMETHING THIS GUY IS PRACTICALLY...MEEP!
Hmmm… Here's a funny thought, why aren't you fighting back?
Huh? Heh I'm thinking here right? Wait, did you just speak?
Well duh!
…Shut it, meep! He's touching me. It's on me!
Well fight back?
Hey if you're meant to be me, help!
I am not you…
huh?
Hmm and this is why you're a third blonde.
Huh?…(long pause of silence) HEY!
I am the paper fan of doom!
Yeah right hello you're wasting my thinking time here, WAHH DID HE JUST?'
Yami snapped out of his thinking faze as a hand began to rub his behind, his face now matching the burgundy in his hair. Malik grinning like a hyena as he leaned closer to the smaller body, both males in boxers. Bakura on the other hand was just leaning on the bed watching, he had to admit for a guy who didn't know what an Uke was, he sure acted like one. He rubbed his head, yawning tiredly as he climbed forward and wrapped his arms round a tanned neck, his body leaning over the bigger, darker body of his lover. Yami clambered back out of the way soon ending up falling of the bed, his stomach still poking his mind trying to constantly remind the Brownie that the problem was still there.
"Well..." Bakura smiled whilst nuzzling into Malik's muscular neck, "We don't have any other beds so if you don't want to share with us then you could always sleep on the sofa." His brown orbs watching as Yami stood up and brushed himself off, running a hand through his now thoroughly messed up hair. "Well I…hmm?" Yami began to ponder in his head, 'Perverts or bed? Bed or Perverts? Hmm the perverts can be nice but they seem a bit well 'happy' at the moment and the bed does look comfy. Oh' He still thought deeply until his face pulled a painful expression as he stumbled forward and fell into the comfy embrace of a soft mattress and marshmallow like pillows. Mewing like a kitten and snuggling tightly against the pillow, he soon felt a duvet being placed over his body, Yami opened an eye weakly seeing Malik lean back over to his own side of the bed as he sighed tiredly and closed his eyes, sleep and fatigue overtaking him. Yami's stomach in the end had decided that sleeping in the bed was more important than the perverts.
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'The small, nakedfigure tossed and turned as blonde lightning like bangs clung to his face. Faint specks of sweat glistening on him as his breathing came out rough and ragged. His normally happy crimson eyes were clenched shut almost in pain as a taller figure straddled him, a rough hand tilting his neck up and meshing their lips together. A deep, rich chuckle echoed deeply in Yami's ear as the other body ran his hands over him, every touch seeming to burn and hurt him deeply. The other man paid no notice as he nipped upon the smaller male's neck, purple and shades of deep red surfacing on the flesh, Yami just whimpering and struggling as he felt a hand run across him harshly, lower than what he wanted. He didn't even want this, he cried it, and he screamed it yet the taller male paid no heed. Slowly the taller, slightly more built male lifted his head to meet and gaze deeply into now wide open, scared ruby depths. Is this how love was meant to be? That is what he told the young Yami…
The one with Blue Eyes.'
Yami sat up startled, breathing heavily as he clung onto the closet thing to him trying to find some comfort from it. His fingers ran across the smooth surface of whatever he had grabbed hold of as he ran his other hand through his hair, now feeling slightly moist but he didn't care. He opened his eyes only slightly as he gazed at the surroundings, sighing thankfully that he wasn't where he thought he was. He never wanted to go back with him again. 'Why?' He thought as he sighed, glad though that the pain in his stomach had now subsided. "It shouldn't have happened." Yami mumbled sadly to himself as he rubbed the object in his hands once again, finding it odd how it felt so warm and smooth, yet slightly firm at the same time. He could have sworn that it moved more into his grip. Yami shook his head not, bothered about it and slipped out of the bed, nearly tripping up on an article of clothing that had been dumped there. "Guess they are kind of messy." He whispered as he looked around in the darkness still trying to calm his beating heart that seemed to pound against his rib cage, spotting a dim light in another room he guessed might be the bathroom. He walked towards it, smiling slightly as his feet came in contact with cool tiles. Rubbing his neck and coughing slightly at how rough he was now feeling inside he turned on the tap and gazed around for a glass or cup for a drink. "Hmm, oh screw it." He sighed and dunked his head in the rapidly filling up sink bowl, smiling at the wet coolness that was caressing him gently.
Air soon became a problem as he lifted his head back up and stopped the water flowing from the taps, small trickles of water trailing down his neck and over his developed chest. Running his hand though his hair once more and gazing in the mirror, he smiled faintly as he left the room and clambered back into the bed, only forgetting one thing.
"WAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Bakura rubbed his sleepy eyes as he opened them weakly; adjusting to the little light there was. He half expected to see the wall or Malik but what he saw caused him to blink rapidly and soon a scream echoed in the bedroom. Yami was now on top of the tanned male whilst Bakura was laying next to Malik's side.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Both Yami and Bakura screamed in unison as they both shuffled and ended up in a tanned grip. Malik stared at the pair in his arms as he licked his lips, fully awake now and ready for action.
"Well, well, guess you two couldn't sleep probably huh? Did you want Mali to help then hmm?" he asked, running his hands along their bare chests as Bakura grinned back, Yami on the other hand whimpering.
"Please…don't." his voice asked meekly as he looked at the pair. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" Yami screamed as he kicked them both harshly, Malik and Bakura sprawling on the floor completely naked. "I mean it, don't. Okay?" The Brownie growled madly as he lay back in the bed, snuggling deeper than before in the mattress, clenching his eyes shut as he sniffed slightly.
Bakura and Malik blinked in unison as they watched the other male get comfy once again. "How odd?" Malik whispered so only Bakura could hear, his white haired lover nodding in agreement. The both stood up and gazed at the tri-colour haired boy, slightly worried as they soon turned to each other.
"I guess it's the sofa for us Malik." Bakura smiled faintly as he took one last look at the Brownie and ran out the room, like a tombrobber escaping a chasing bolder. "And I claim dibs on the pillow" he chuckled as Malik still gazed at the Brownie, shaking his head and once again pulling the duvet up in a comforting manner around Yami, hoping that way he could tell the boy that him and 'Kura still cared and were not mad. Bakura's words soon made sense in his mind as he hurriedly chased after him. Oh this meant war! The battle for King of the Pillow shall now begin!
There they were, the White Haired Rabbit and the Pineapple Spiked Psycho, squaring up to each other in the living room as one lone, large sofa and one plush sapphire blue pillow carelessly placed on it was the cause of the lover's fight.
"Malik as much as I love you, I have every right to that pillow!" Bakura grinned, his sharp fang like canines sitting on his lip.
"So you think dear Bunny Boy, but if I remember I managed to grind you into that sofa easily." The psycho Malik laughed loudly as his lover narrowed his eyes. A deathly glare pointed his way as he frowned.
"So this has now become a lot more than a fight for a pillow has it?" Bakura questioned raising a brow as the other one nodded and grinned in reply.
"Indeed it has my little uke."
"I thought that was Brownie Boy upstairs?"
"But..." Malik sighed sadly, "Brownie Boy doesn't want to play."
Bakura glanced at Malik and began to blow at a stray white lock of hair that had fallen in front of his view. "Well I don't know, I guess you can't blame the lad." He said quietly, now feeling slightly worried about the tri-colour haired male. "He has had a busy day, I mean moving in with us and he did get ill…" He continued, his voice getting quieter as he thought to himself 'Which was my fault', Bakura shoulders dropped slightly as his tanned lover tilted his head and watched.
"Hmm Bakura?"
A silent 'hmm' was all he got I in reply as Bakura walked forward and wrapped his arms tightly around the naked body before him, burying his head in the crook of a muscular neck. Malik watched, baffled at the action but smiled as he began to lightly pet the soft white hair, like an owner stroking their pet rabbit.
"Bakura, do you think it's us? I mean do you think Yami might just want us to leave him alone?" The Egyptian questioned quietly, sighing as the echo of faint, calm breaths was heard, Bakura now fast asleep in his lover's warm embrace. Lilac eyes blinked as the owner held the pale body closer, laying his own darker body down on the sofa and pulling the other one on top. Guess Malik was the pillow for the night.
Malik inhaled the faint coconut fragrance in Bakura's hair and chuckled lightly, mumbling a whisper to himself. "This is the only time I'm letting you on top okay." He didn't expect an answer as his eyelids grew heavily and he wrapped his arms a bit firmer round the other body in hopes of providing warmth as the Pale and Tanned Teen soon feel into a blissful sleep.
Neither of them heard the faint footsteps or sniffs upon the lower stairs, crimson eyes glowing in the darkness.
"It's not you two."
A faint regal voice said, laughing gently at the same time. "You just wouldn't understand." Yami mumbled as he stood up and walked towards the pair, surprised that as they slept it looked as if they weren't psychotic at all but actually quite…
'Hot?
What? Oh not you again!
You can't avoid the paper fan.
I will when I get my hands on a shredder and no I don't find them…hot...
Hmm okay I believe you, just try telling that pretty red colour upon your face the same thing.
Huh, SHUT IT!'
"Stupid voice in head." He growled as he pulled the blanket out from behind him and laid it gently over the pair, smiling as he placed a stray white lock of Bakura's hair behind the owner's ear. "Sleep tight." Yami whispered as he leant forward and kissed them both on the forehead, blinking afterwards at his action.
What? Oh not you again!I will when I get my hands on a shredder and no I don't find them…hot...Huh, SHUT IT!'"Huh?"
His crimson eyes looked puzzled whilst his breath got caught in his throat, soon turning around round sharply and running back up the stairs diving back under the bed covers. "This doesn't make any sense." Yami moaned as he closed his eyes again, pulling the covers around him tighter and joining the other two in the land of dreams.
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Morning soon came as the golden rays from Ra's light leaked in through the partly opened bedroom curtains, several items of discarded clothing and pillows scattered on the floor.Faint drops of water could be heard from another room, and it looked like the person who had occupied the now messed up bed was now in the bathroom. A faint wave of steam wafted from the tile floored room as faint pleasured sighs could be heard, followed by the echoes of water drips dying down, the shower door soon opening. Yami stepped out, a simple white towel wrapped around his waist as he rubbed his damp hair, the mixture of colours mixing together more than usual. A moan woke Yami out of his after shower state as he glanced at the mirror, rubbing his stomach lightly as the pain from yesterday had seemed to subside. Only that wasn't the thing that was plaguing his mind.
'This is so, hmm... This really is confusing me.'
He sighed heavily as he let the towel slip down his legs and pool at his feet, not caring about if the other two saw or not, he seemed to get the impression that the pair were late sleepers anyway. But soon enough the light draft seemed to get on the boy's nerves as he picked up the towel and began to dry himself off whilst walking back into the bedroom, groaning at the brightness of the sun and the mess that was scattered on the floor. "They really are something else." His crimson eyes soon spotted his Brownie skirt, cringing slightly he kicked it under the bed. "It's all your fault this happened." He scowled as he walked to the cupboard opening its oak doors, soon wishing he hadn't as he sweat dropped at the sight.
"Oh My Ra! What the hell?" His hands ran over the different outfits, acting like an innocent child finding his parents secrets. "Are they like some weird Bondage, Dressing up sort of people or what?" Yami chuckled and picked out a pair of back leather trousers, not bothering with a top for the moment. He looked thoughtfully at the item of clothing in his hand and smiled, liking how the smooth texture felt great against his skin. "Well I guess as they say, if you can't beat them, join them." He chuckled darkly as he shook his head, a deep red blush upon his face. "Damn they really are into some kinky shit…and worse of all, I think I like it."
Yami was soon snapped out of his thoughts as a knock was heard downstairs from the front door. "Who could that be at this hour? Heh, I'm surprised they even made it through that hell hole of a death trap out there." He quickly slipped on the leather trousers, not bothering about a pair of boxers or a top and walked slowly down the stairs, hoping not to wake up the sleeping couple.
Ding Dong!
"Hold on, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Yami groaned as he opened the door, wincing as the harsh sunlight hit him fully on the face.
"Whoa, I don't think you're going to be the only one 'coming' sexy!"
'Huh?' Yami's eyes blinked rapidly, soon adjusting to the sunlight as he came face to face with a shoulder. 'Aww why do they always have to be taller than me?" he pouted as his gaze drifted upwards, soon staring at a tanned teen with light purple eyes, his hair a golden colour that could resemble the sun.
"Something wrong Cutey?" The other figure asked, his voice seeming slightly sensual as he placed a hand under Yami's chin and lifted his face up to meet his, a soft 'Meep' admitting from the teens lips.
"N-n-n—nnnn…NO!" Yami stuttered as he pulled himself away from the other male, folding his arms in front of his bare chest, feeling slightly vulnerable. "Excuse me sir, but who are you?" Yami gulped slightly before stepping back, his back soon coming in contact with the wall.
"Me?" The other figure chucked, placing his hands on his hips. "I'm Marik of course, the neighbourhood's friendly postman." Marik smiled as he approached the smaller male, licking his lips. "And you would be?"
"Y-yyyy…The name's Yami, but sorry I've never heard of you before. I thought that the postman was like a girl?" He asked, puzzled but gulping again as Marik put a hand on either side of his head. 'I don't like how this is going. Damn he reminds me of Mali-kins. What the fuck! Now I've gone and given him a nickname... This is not right!'
"Ah, it seems you heard wrong, Yami." Marik laughed as he let the name roll off his tongue. "I've been doing this job for a while now. Surely you've heard of me? You know… Postman Marik, Postman Marik, Postman Marik and his very hard cock." The tanned male grinned as he leant forward and rubbed himself against the smaller figure, Yami yelping and getting paler in the contact.
Marik just smiled lustfully as he continued the song, not hearing the faint movement from inside the house. "Early in the morning, just as day is dawning, he picks up all the hookers in the land… And it looks like I found a good one this morning." He leant forward and licked Yami's lips, the other figure now with wide eyes and seeming to have lost all abilities to speak.
'No, please…not again.' Yami shook his head as he felt the cold wetness run along his cheek, his hands now fully pinned against the brick wall of the house, his hips being grounded by the other's. The tears were slowly welling up in his red irises.
"MARIK! SPECIAL DELIVERY!"
No one saw it coming as a white blur flew out of the door and shoved the small tanned male away from Yami, the said teen gradually sliding down and sitting on the ground. Tanned arms slowly wrapped around his figure and hugged Yami slightly.
"Marik, brother! What a lovely surprise to see you here!"
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Brown eyes blinked slowly as a harsh beam of light reflected in his eye, the owner soon moaning as he stretched his stiff muscles wishing that maybe sleeping in the bed would've been nicer.
"Yami…."
The teen mumbled tiredly, still waking up slowly whilst the object below him still snoozed peacefully, his tanned arms wrapped around Bakura's body. "Malik? Malik, wake up sleepy head." Bakura smiled as he began to play with the blonde locks of hair above Malik's forehead, soon feeling another warmth on him. A blanket.
'Odd I don't remember bringing this down? Nor did Malik.' Bakura shook his head as he felt a stirring from underneath him, soon gazing into tired lilac eyes. "Morning Love." A simple mumble was his reply as Malik closed his eyes again, hoping to drift back to sleep. "Lazy bastard." Bakura sighed as he leant down and kissed the tanned man, slowly grinding his bare hips against the others.
"Mmm…Kura."
Malik's eyes opened once again, this time slightly glazed over. His lips curved into a smirk as he pulled Bakura closer to him; instead he ended up tugging on the blanket. "Huh? Bakura how sweet of you." Malik chuckled gently. "You brought down a blanket to keep us warm, and I thought you didn't care."
"It wasn't me."
Malik sat still and blinked whilst Bakura laid back down on his lover's chest aimlessly flicking one of his lovers nubs. "I don't know, maybe it was well you know." His voice questioned, Malik still staring deeply into his Mahogany eyes.
"Who knows, anyway about time we get changed hey bunny boy?" The Egyptian smirked as he leapt up; Bakura yelping as he ended up sprawled naked on the floor. "Damn you 'Kura, now I've just got the urge to take you right here and now. Wait maybe I should." Malik leant forward but was stopped when he glanced at Bakura's hair, well more at the two bangs at the front that could be described like bat wings or rabbit ears; anyway at this current moment they seemed to be wiggling, standing fully erect upon the teens head.
"Er what's with your hair? Did you get something done to it, I like it."
Bakura growled slightly as his hair began to flap madly, the said teen soon suddenly jumping up and running up the stairs; leaving a bewildered naked Malik alone.
"Blody hell, you give a lover a compliment and yet they always get pissed off. I swear he acts like a bloody woman half the time! OWWW WHAT THE FUCK!" Malik rubbed his freshly slapped cheek as a fuming Bakura stood before him, now wearing a pair of jeans and a simple blue and white striped top. His mouth was curved into a smirk as two fangs protruded out of his mouth and rested upon his bottom lip. His hair was spiked up more then usual as the two bangs at the front now seemed living as the wiggled, flapped and jiggled around manically.
"Er Bakura what's wrong?"
"hmm…" Was the simple reply as Bakura's eyes glowed dimly, his face now turned into a scowl. "Don't call me a woman and something is defiantly wrong here."
Malik just stood and blinked, not daring to open his mouth, he just continued to rub his injured cheek.
"Malik, My Yami sense is tingling!"
And with that sentence Bakura stormed out of the room, his hair flowing behind him as Malik soon heard the front door slam open.
"Ra that's not good." Malik laughed slightly as he began to make his way upstairs. "Better make myself look presentable, and when did 'Kura have a Yami sense? Hmm weird, I guess being Uke so many times as messed with his mind." He shrugged his shoulders and entered the bedroom putting on a simple pair of boxers. "Can't miss the fun can I!" he chuckled evilly as he sprinted down the stairs, missing a few of the steps and nearly tripping over several times only to come to the bottom step and see a fuming Bakura who was growling like a bull dog.
"MARIK! SPECIAL DELIVERY!"
'Marik? Oh Ra no, this should be interesting.' He laughed as he saw a white blur fly outside, wincing as he heard the contact of a fist meeting a jaw followed be what sounded like someone falling on the floor. "Hehehe, let's see the damage." Malik followed soon standing by the front door, a faint whimper coming from his left. "Hmm? Oh." He sighed and rubbed his head, moving to Yami and lightly wrapping his arms round the figure, the teen slowly glancing up at him.
"Malik, brother! What a lovely surprise to see you here!"
"Marik, you dumbass. I LIVE HERE!" Malik scowled as he saw Bakura licking at his knuckles, droplets of blood welling up on the skin. "Yeah so piss off." The white haired male growled, Marik just laughed and wiggled his hips whilst Yami clung tightly to the body wrapped around his, Malik's.
"Ah so you do but what's with the new piece of meat here? Looks mighty tasty would you mind if I…"
SMACK!
"Oww, Okay Bakura I get it, sheesh. What are you sexually frustrated or something?"
SMACK!
"Wah Malik how could you hit your own brother like that, I'm telling Ishizu!"
SMACK!
"OWW FOR RA'S FUCKING SAKE…. Oh Yami it was you, you can hit me all you want."
Yami blinked as the paper fan in his hand disappeared once again, soon feeling a pair of hands gripping onto his hips. One hand a milky white whilst the other an Egyptian tan. 'Kura? Mali? Huh…' His crimson eyes glanced at the sides of him and saw the two said males, clinging to him tightly as if he was their property.
"Awww look at you three, you're like a couple already." Marik smiled, soon laughing as he saw the boys opposite him blush rapidly. 'Oh, I get it. Hehehe this could get very interesting.' Marik rubbed his hands together and chuckled to himself, soon wandering into the house.
"Brother I'm hungry, hopefully you've got a good supply of food in here."
"Huh? Marik! Come back here! You're not eating with us." Malik felt a gentle tug at his arm, soon spotted a very blushed Yami gazing at him. "It's okay, Malik, Bakura he can eat with us, I can get to know you two better." He smiled faintly as he also began to make his way back in. "Thank you Mali-Chan, Kura-Chan for your help." And with that he followed Marik leaving a pair of extremely beet red teens behind him.
"Hey Yami wait up, we're coming to." And so all the household was about to have breakfast with a guest, Marik the neighbourhood's friendly postman.
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Silence lingered around the table as the clatter of knives and forks could be heard, the smell of food emitting around the room as four people sat around a table, all now fully dressed and clean.
"What the hell is this?"
A male yelled as his brother from across the table sighed heavily, Yami was staring intently at the pair noticing the differences in their looks but when it came down to their personalities they were the same. 'I guess they think using the wrong head.'
"Marik, we didn't even ask you to come round! Aren't you supposed to be working!"
Marik dipped his fork in the gloopy substance Bakura had brought out, putting it in his mouth and then glancing at his older brother. "Mhm? Meh can't be asked. If I get fired I'll just screw the boss and then I've got a job again. Same as last time." He mumbled, continuing to eat. "Anyway big bro, what's with the newb? Hmm I never get to sleep round here." He pouted. "I can't believe you were having a bloody threesome without me! How could you we're the Ishtar brothers remember! Buy one get one free and all that sort of crap."
Yami's mouth seemed to widen at the younger brothers tone. "Err…" he stumbled as he thought maybe it was best just to eat, whatever it was, just hoping not to have a repeat of last night. Bakura on the other hand was glaring menacingly, his fork dipping into the bowl and also cracking the china lightly the breakfast was in.
"You really do piss me off like always." The white haired male scowled, his eyes narrowed into slits. "No one invited you, so get out." Marik staring blankly at him. "Aww what's the matter Hunny Bunny. Malik not screwing you enough? If you come with me I'll show you a real good time. I get that pretty little ass of yours whi-"
TWACK!
Marik winced as his head suddenly felt a surge of pain, his gaze falling upon the male with tri-coloured hair, a paper fan in his hand.
"I'm e..I'm.. er..well I, you see, I didn't like what you were saying." Crimson eyes averted away from the heated stare he was getting from the younger Ishtar brother, the oldest brother sitting there smirking eating his porridge. Bakura blinking surprised that Yami did that for him, soon leaving the room to do some washing up.
"So let me guess hot stuff, you don't want me hitting your precious bunny." Marik smirked, 'Oh this is fun.' He sniggered as he stood up and walked to the smaller male, Yami stumbling back and landing in his seat. "For someone so small they do pack a wallop. Tell me did you have fun." Marik smiled as he slipped onto the leather-clad legs. "Did they do this?" His tongue darted out and licked the shell of Yamis earlobe, ruby orbs clenching shut. "Or maybe this?" The tanned body began to slowly rub himself against the other, Yami's head shaking as a faint mumble admitted from his mouth. "m..mmm…Malik."
The said male's cheeks warmed up rapidly as he stopped eating and glanced at his brother and the paler man, his cheeks looking now slightly flustered as his lips parted. 'Did he just? No he didn't? He couldn't of.'
"Hows it feel hmm?" The younger Ishtar questioned gazing at Yami's features, his face seeming to struggle on what emotion it should be showing. "You like it huh? But you got something wrong, I'm not Malik."
Yami's eyes were still shut his mind in a spin as he couldn't focus on any of his senses.
"Ba-..mm.-Bakura?"
Marik smiled gently as he leant his lips against Yami's ear whispering silently. "No, it's not." His hand running down the blacktopped chest as Yami's breath hitched slightly. Malik stood up quickly as his face glowed pink, now feeling lightly uncomfortable in his trousers, Bakura soon poking his head out of the kitchen and having the same problem.
"You love them, don't you?"
Red iris snapped open as he saw the other two males pick up Marik and throw him across the room, his senses now returned back to normal as he shivered slightly.
"Yami-Chan? You alright?" Bakura asked hugging the boy unexpectedly, a soft hand running through his exotic locks. Bakura's face now a cherry red.
"Kura? You called me..."
"Yami-Chan!" The older Ishtar brother called, his face also red, soon tackled the pair. "You two called me, something. Cute" Yami stuttered as his face also flushed, his heart pounding whilst butterflies flew in his stomach. 'I've felt this before, I know I have…round them.' He shook his head as he smiled at the pair, hugging them both. "Thank you Kura-Chan, Mali-Chan, again."
"So my work is done." The three pair of eyes looked at Marik, who was now supporting a cut along his cheek. "I Marik the…"
"Sexual Frustrated Bastard!"
"I heard that Kury!" He pouted. "No. I, Marik the Neighbourhood's friendly postman, have done my mission and succeeded in sending you three the delivery of Love!" he smiled proudly as the three teens sweatdropped, all of them soon standing up and approaching the proud teen.
"That is the worse pile of rubbish I've heard from your mouth brother." Malik frowned as he cracked his knuckles, Bakura and Yami standing either side of him.
"You mean your idea of delivery is practically dry humping or even nearly raping our Yami!" Bakura scowled as his hair became wilder, his bat like bangs standing fully erect again. "My Yami sense is tingling!" he chuckled as he pulled the said teen closer to him. Yami chuckling darkly causing the other two to stare at him surprised.
"Hehe, I guess you did serve a purpose but now you really must be leaving." Yami licked his lips, smirking as he rose up his paper fan, his crimson eyes glowing. "Marik how do you feel about Air Mail?"
"Hmm, Air Mail? Well it's quicker and slightly more expensive, but why do you ask?"
Yami laughed once again, Bakura and Malik still staring at him as he smiled. "Bye Marik." He waved as he swung the paper fan at him, Marik flying out of the window at a high speed.
"What the..." Bakura blinked.
"FUCK!" Malik smiled and laughed loudly.
Bakura and Malik chuckled happily as they glanced at the tri-coloured haired boy, Marik now flying around outside. They sighed sweetly as they saw Yami blink rapidly and blush.
"I'm er, well er.. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I er, well he did do things and." Yami stuttered, shaking his head and hiding the fan once more.
"Hush." Bakura smiled as he placed a finger to the brownies lips, silencing the panicking teen. "You did the right thing, nothing to worry about." Yami nodded in response and shuffled nervously, the butterflies in his stomach fluttering around more then before.
"Bakura, Malik. I-i..i--.i.. I have something to tell you." Brown and Lilac eyes stared at the teen as he moved trying to avoid the awkward silence. "Ever since I've been here, I've been happy. Really Happy and I enjoy being here but, I. I. Hmm, I have kind of started getting feelings." He sniffed gently, finding it easier glancing at the floor whilst talking. "Malik, Bakura I think. No. I do. I-"
But he was cut off as a pair of lips enclosed around his, soft yet dominate as Yami closed his eyes and kissed back, moaning at the tingling in his mouth. Tongues swirling as a pair of pale arms wrapped around a tanned neck, Bakura smirking hungrily as he watched the show.
Air was soon needed as Malik leant back from the kiss, Yami snapping out of his daze, a sly smile upon his face. The pair glanced at Bakura who simply nodded, throwing off his striped shirt. "Maybe we should take this upstairs? Hmm." He wiggled his hips slightly as Yami nodded eagerly blinking as he saw his black top that he was wearing fly past him and land on the floor. Malik licking his lips as the buldge in his trousers began to be noticed.
"Yeah lets." Yami smiled as he leapt at Bakura and locked their lips together, Malik soon scooping them up in his arms and taking them upstairs, shutting the bedroom door and leaving them three alone in their own love making.
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She smiled as she walked up to the house that was surrounded by a dead forest. After leaving her son with them for a day or so she thought it might be time to check up on them.
"Hmm hope Yami's okay." She smiled as she stood by the door, noticing it unlocked and partly opened. "How odd?" she blinked and shrugged her shoulders as she walked inside, nearly tripping as her foot got caught in a blacktop that was discarded on the floor. "How messy." She frowned, throwing the top into the living room, soon spotting more items of clothing draping on the stairs, leaving a trail upstairs.
"What in Gods name?"
Shaking her head she followed the trail, soon stopping at a door that only let a little crack light shine through, faint sounds of breathing coming from inside. Opening the door slightly she poked her head inside, soon smiling at the site.
Yami was curled up in the middle of the bed his head resting on Bakura chest, the covers spread over his naked waist, well she guessed he was naked as she then glanced at Malik his whole body exposed. His muscular arms wrapped around Bakura and Yami protectively as the white haired male rested his head on Malik's shoulder, all three of them snuggled tightly against each other, their naked bodies shining dimly with a light sweat.
"I knew it, I'm happy for you. Yami." She smiled as she heard a faint mumble from the trio. Thinking it was best to leave them alone she walked into the room and closed the curtains, the full moon now shining brightly in the sky.
Mrs Muto began to walk back out of the room quietly until her plumish coloured eyes saw a lone bonsai plant in the corner, two branches growing on the thick trunk.
"Wait a sec." She blinked as she turned the plant around slightly, gasping as she saw another branch, one that was growing with yellow leaves that faded to red at the tips.
"It's beautiful." She smiled as she looked at the plant fully, the three branches which were different lengths but with delicate flowers over them, each in a unique design; the spiky thorns, the soft white flowers and now beautiful fiery leaves. A stir was heard from behind her as she put the plant back down, all three branches now in full view as she crept out of the room and shut the door; whispering a loving 'goodbye and goodnight' to all three of them.
Crimson eyes opened slightly at the sound of the door closing, a smile spreading on his face as he glanced at either side of him, his lovers were there sleeping peacefully and holding him in a protective embrace. Memories of what happened earlier flashed back in Yami's mind as he smirked soon yawning as his body urged for him to go and get back to sleep. Yami chuckled noticing the plant in the faint light and tilted his head. 'I guess, I'm family now.' He mumbled tiredly as he laid his head back down on Bakura's chest, rubbing his ruby orbs and then closing them. The smile still on his face as he opened his mouth one more time that night.
"Bakura, Malik. I love you."
(End of Chapter)
Yugi: Urgh, finally finished after 3-4 months! Heh sorry about the grammar and spelling once again but once this is up I'll re-check it with two of my Beta readers (Chen and Lia) and then I'll just update it. Okay. I hope you liked it and yes the rating went up due to language and some scenes but come on do you really think with 3 Yamis that they could possibly be in a fic lower then a M. Lol anyway I hoped you liked it so read and review for now you get a Easter treat for a friend of ours has written the next chapter for today. That's the reason why I had to stay up till 2 last night to get this chapter finished. Hehe so enjoy and thanks once again, Maybe review both chapters so then we know what you liked and didn't please. It would make Mai, our friend feel and me happy. That's all see yas and remember if you get confused here's a note.
This story is meant to be random and a Au. So some chapters might be the 3 Yamis like in the past, some might be of them being different people whilst others may have them referencing to their ancient past whilst some might not. That's why the fiction's called 'The Randomness of Yamishipping.' So yeah that should make sense now, remember R & R.
Baa Bye
Yugi