Disclaimer - Nope, don't own them. If I did, you wouldn't be reading this, because I would be too busy to write it.
Author's Notes - Apologies for the long absence . . . too much going on and no desire to write thanks to everything happening in real life. Even if it is only chopping up an already completed story so that it is suitable for younger readers than myself. Hope you can all forgive me.
Chapter 14 - No Longer Alone
Yami sighed as he sank into the steaming water of his bath tub, stretching out in the small pool as the scent of sandalwood drifted up to his nose from the rippling surface.
Marik and Bakura were grabbing a bite to eat on their way back to the house . . . Yugi and Ryou had asked if they could go see a movie with Jou and Mai before coming home from the club, which meant that he had the house to himself for at least thirty minutes . . . and he intended to use every single one of them. Since it was spring break, college was on hold for a while, which meant that even during the daylight hours he had no time to himself, and with recent events, his friends were nearly always over as well.
Not that he really minded . . . but he needed at least a few moments of peace and quiet to contemplate the current changes in his life, and sealing himself in his room to do so just wasn't his style. Smiling, he reached out with his telekinetic's to the sound system he'd installed in the bathroom, sighing as the sounds of Enigma's 'The Principle of Lust' drifted through the steam filled air. He wished he could reach his bedroom with it . . . but even though they were growing, he could still only affect items that were in the same room with him. Leaning back, he dunked his head under the water, getting his hair sopping wet so he could wash up and then relax.
He worked the shampoo into his hair, sighing as he felt the smoke and sweat that had accumulated in the mass wash away in the warm liquid when he rinsed it. Fingering one of the blonde streaks that dangled down the side of his face, he lay his head on the tiled edge of the tub, staring up at the ceiling through the haze of steam through half-closed crimson eyes.
His hair was a constant mystery, even to himself. He had no idea why he'd been cursed with hair that refused to lay flat . . . although he loved it's color, it took at least a full bottle of gel, plus a bottle of hairspray before he could get it to look at least somewhat normal. He figured it had to be a latent gene in his family's genetic pool . . . Yugi had the same curse, after all, although the boy's hair seemed to act a bit more manageable then his own. He grinned at his thoughts . . . he'd wanted peace and quiet to think, and here he was musing on his ever-annoyingly unmanageable hair. He turned his thoughts to the newest additions to his family . . . his two lovers. A soft smile graced his features as he pictured the two of them, the one pale, the other dark. Their strength of spirit simply amazed him . . . neither of them were afraid of what he could do, even though he'd felt his powers react to both of them when they had made love. Bakura had never mentioned the fact that they'd been floating in mid-air . . . nor had Marik even once asked him about the cocoon they had been wrapped in during their time together the other night. It was as if both of them accepted it simply as something that had happened . . . they were neither freaked out about it, nor concerned in anyway. He'd never expected that kind of acceptance from anyone other than Yugi . . . and even his little cousin had never been subjected to the full extent of his gifts like that.
Thoughts of his two lovers brought to mind thoughts of Malik, wiping the smile as quickly from his face as it had appeared. Where was the blonde psycho? What was he planning? Yami knew he had to be planning something . . . someone that single minded and demented would not simply give up without a fight . . . or a death. He shivered as he remembered his dream of the other night and the feeling of unfriendly eyes upon him earlier in the evening. Was he just being paranoid about this newfound happiness in his life that he was so worried about it being shattered?
A door opening and closing somewhere in the house attracted his attention. He reached out telepathically . . . this was something he'd never tried before, but he had read about it and wondered if, with his new strength, he could actually do it. He felt for the mind that was there . . . and smiled as he found it to be a familiar one.
"Yes, Yami, it's us," Marik called from the direction of the kitchen. "So stop feeling me up mentally!" Yami chuckled slightly . . . what he had been doing couldn't technically be called 'feeling someone up', but it was as close of an analogy as they were likely to get. What he'd done was simply brush the surface of Marik's mind to be sure it was someone he knew. It was funny . . . his telepathy could span the entire house, but his telekinesis could only be used in the room he was in. It was one of those strange quirks of his powers that he still hadn't managed to figure out.
The door to the bathroom opened, causing him to raise his head, arching an eyebrow imperiously as both Bakura and Marik walked into the room.
"You could have just called out," Marik said, grinning down at the crimson-eyed man lounging in the pool of water in the floor. Yami shrugged.
"I needed to see if I could do it . . . now was as good a time as any to try it," he murmured, sitting up carefully and leaning his arms across the tile as he looked up at the pair. "Have you two eaten?" Bakura nodded.
"Yeah . . . we stopped by and got breakfast from some fast food joint. Damn waitress screwed up our order twice . . . fucking bimbo." He settled near the tub, dipping a hand lazily into the water to trace patterns on the still surface with one slim, pale finger. "We brought some back for you as well." Yami nodded.
"Thanks . . . I didn't realize how hungry I was until you mentioned that," he murmured, closing his eyes and allowing his head to fall back on the tiles. He opened them again when he felt Bakura run a gentle hand down the side of his face. "What's wrong? You look like you have something on your mind," he asked quietly, staring up into darkened chocolate eyes.
"Just how rich are you?" Bakura asked quietly. Yami sighed, settling back into the water with a grimace. His handing them money to get the food must have brought this up.
"Does it really matter?" he asked in return. "I know you dislike rich people . . . I could tell that much by your comment that first night. Believe me . . . I don't enjoy the money. I wish I didn't have it. But it makes life easier around here . . . and it keeps Yugi in school, and a roof over our heads. Everything else I pay for with my salary unless something comes up . . . and most of the time, it goes towards buying things for my friends." He glanced up at Bakura, then turned his eyes to Marik, who was watching them both carefully from a stool perched near the door. "If it will ease your mind . . . the last time I checked, the total was somewhere in the low millions." Bakura whistled under his breath.
"Why the hell do you work at Gravitation?" he asked. Yami shrugged.
"Because it's my parent's money, and I want nothing more to do with them than what I need to survive. They owe me that much, at least. Gravitation gives me money to play with . . . the millions just sit there unless I need it, for circumstances like buying whole new bedrooms of furniture for my ever-growing family."
"By the gods, Yami," Marik murmured from his perch, "I would never have guessed . . ."
"Most people don't," Yami replied, looking over at the blonde solemnly. "That's the way I like it. Money means jack shit to me . . . the only thing I hold of value is the friends and family that I have around me." He shifted, stirring the water with one finger, refusing to meet their eyes suddenly. "This doesn't change anything . . . I'm still the same person . . ." he whispered. His tone was firm . . . but there was a hint of uncertainty in it that Bakura picked up on almost immediately due to his own empathic nature. There was a flurry of movement, and suddenly Yami found himself no longer alone in the tub.
"It doesn't change anything, Yami," Bakura murmured, tilting his lover's head up to stare into crimson eyes before leaning in for a delicate kiss, light as a butterfly's wing. "It's just something we were curious about . . . rich or not, I love you too much to care, and so does Marik." The water stirred again as Marik slipped into the pool, hissing slightly at the heated water's contact with his skin before he settled beside Yami on the bench.
"Bakura's right, Yami . . . I personally couldn't care less, as long as I have you and Bakura with me," the blonde whispered, laying his head on Yami's shoulder. "It doesn't matter to us . . . it just makes life a little more interesting." He planted a kiss against the side of the smaller man's neck, leaning in to nibble at the delicate skin there as he felt Yami run a gentle hand over his back. This illicited a slight moan from the lightly tanned man . . . one that was quickly swallowed as Bakura claimed his lips in another kiss, one that quickly deepened into a hungry battle of wills.
Yami sagged against the tub edge as he felt Marik nip at one nipple before stiffening as a hand wrapped softly around him under the warm water. He couldn't tell who's it was . . . not that he really cared one way or the other at that point. His arm tightened around Marik as the hand moved, pumping him softly. He moaned as Bakura's lips left his mouth to trail light, feathery kisses down his neck, pausing to suckle at the soft skin before moving to take one nipple between his teeth, teasing it to hardness with soft nips and swirls of his tongue even as Marik was teasing the other one.
"The two of you are going to be the death of me . . ." Yami murmured with a soft smile, and then gasped as he felt water slicked fingers probing him beneath the rippling surface. "I'm not letting both of you have all the fun," he whispered. Moving, he lifted Marik out of the water, settling the blonde on the tiles above him and turning around to take a long look at his blonde lover.
Water glistened in crystalline droplets on the darkly tanned skin, giving the lithe figure an almost diamond like glow as lavender eyes gazed down warmly into crimson.
"I still can't believe that you're here . . ." Yami whispered, and sighed as he felt Marik's fingers run gently through his hair.
"Me neither," the blonde replied . . . then groaned as Yami took him into his mouth, suckling gently on the over heated skin. "Gods . . . I can hardly believe this is happening . . ."
Bakura bent over the smooth, tanned skin of Yami's back, running his hands lightly up and down the musculature before trailing kisses down his spine. Yami hummed in pleasure, causing Marik to gasp as the vibration tickled through his erection up his spine. He moaned louder as Bakura decided to torment him and brushed that small bundle of nerves that made him see white.
Bakura . . . his voice snaked out, the silken touch brushing both his lover's minds in an intimate caress. Marik . . . I love you both so god damn much it hurts . . . His telekinetic powers arose, the water rippling as the power grew around them.
Bakura sighed, pausing for a moment as he spied the water's turbulence. It seemed a little early on in the play for Yami's powers to be reacting already. Leaning over Yami, he nipped lightly at the man's ear.
"Are you sure you can handle this? We don't want to rush you . . ." he murmured, and then gasped as Yami pushed back against him, the movement bringing him tightly against the other man.
I can handle this . . . I think . . . Yami's voice echoed in their minds. If I can't . . . I'll need the both of you to leave until I calm down. Marik nearly howled as Yami deep throated him, one lightly tanned hand reaching out of the water to massage him, setting up a chain reaction that left the blonde breathless and tight with the heat in his groin.
"Ra . . . oh gods, Yami . . . I can't take much more of this . . ." He opened his eyes to look down at his lover's, and nearly came on the spot as he watched Bakura enter Yami, both of them still in the water. "Holy shit . . ." he breathed. "This . . . oh gods, this is too much . . ." His eyes were glued on the scene below him, even as he felt Yami swallow around him, causing his hips to arch of their own volition. Yami took the opportunity to it's fullest extent, and he was forced to stop watching as his back met the tiles at the sensation. "Oh my god. . ."
Yami groaned, feeling Marik's warmth and Bakura's fullness.'How much better can my sex life get?' he thought to himself wryly . . . and then gasped as Bakura thrust, making him buck against the man. He felt his telekinesis spike . . . but didn't hear the mirror near the bathroom sink crack, lost as he was in the sensation of both his lover's minds. He barely even noticed that there was a feedback loop going between him and the other two . . . he was feeling what they were, even as they were feeling what he was.
Bakura and Marik both were nearly drowning in sensation and both of them knew, without a doubt, that it was Yami causing it, unconsciously losing the small whirlwind that was beginning to envelope them in steamy, water laden air as he connected them mind to mind.
Yami groaned at the feedback coming from his two lover's. It was too intense . . . and when Bakura hit his sweet spot for the third time, the world exploded.
Both Bakura and Marik screamed in unison as Yami's release crashed over them, triggering their own. The sound of the glass shower stall shattering in a sudden massive release of Yami's telekinetic build up was lost within their voices as all three collapsed, their energy and emotions spent.
Yami came awake again moments later, shaking off the blackness that had overridden his mind long enough to move away from Bakura and drag the white haired man in to the bench before pulling Marik into the water to wash off. Both of them were out cold . . . probably due to the fact that their minds had all been linked to his and they weren't used to being linked to someone so intimately during such an overwhelming experience. He'd never had it happen before either, and he wasn't sure whether to be frightened of it or ecstatic.
He glanced around the bathroom after washing both of his lovers, and froze when he saw the glass littering the floor from the destroyed shower stall. There were several larger pieces in among the shards . . . pieces that could easily have sliced someone in two.
"My gods . . ." he whispered, horrified. "That could have killed us!" He began to panic, fighting off the fear of his abilities that had once again arose at the evidence of destruction. He jumped in shock when a hand suddenly took his and pulled him into a water soaked chest, his eyes still wide and frightened even as Bakura ran a hand through his hair gently.
"No, it wouldn't have," Bakura murmured, his own eyes surveying the wreckage with his trained senses. Yami's sudden spike of panic and fear had brought him out of his mental 'collapse' like a shock of cold water, and he had quickly located the source of the problem. "Look at the pattern of the glass, Yami. It's scattered everywhere . . . except for a two foot radius around the tub. You unconsciously blocked it from being able to hurt us. I told you . . . you would never let yourself hurt anyone that you loved, consciously or not. It's okay." He felt Yami begin to shake in belated reaction, and cradled the man closer, trying to soothe the battered spirit within from it's shock. He glanced over at Marik . . . and was surprised to meet wide lavender eyes as the blonde awoke from his own darkness.
Marik took in everything with a single glance before moving to add his own attempts at comforting Yami. Leaning in, he placed his head on Yami's shoulder, one hand reaching around to rest above the man's rapidly fluttering heart.
"Bakura's right," he whispered into one ear. "You had total control over anything that came near . . . it needed a release and it took it, but you never let it get close enough to hurt us. We both know you never would . . . you need to realize it too, love." After several more minutes, the shaking subsided, Yami's heart calming to a steady pace as his mind made sense of what the two were telling him.
"Thank you," he whispered finally, so low that they barely heard him. "I'm just . . . I'm so afraid of this, and I don't want to lose you." Marik and Bakura both smiled to each other over the tri-colored head.
"You'll never lose us," Marik murmured, hugging the slim form tightly.
"You're not alone anymore," Bakura added. Yami sighed and relaxed, falling into an exhausted slumber. Bakura chuckled slightly before nodding to Marik, who climbed carefully out of the tub and picked his way through the glass to go get a broom. He returned, quickly clearing a path through the glass, which Bakura used to get Yami to his bedroom and dried off before tucking the man into his bed. Returning to the bathroom, clad in a pair of deep purple silk boxers, he helped Marik clean as the blonde went to dry off and get some clothes of his own on. Together, the two of them retreated to the living room to let Yami rest while they talked.
"That was . . ."
"Incredible," Bakura murmured, unconsciously finishing Marik's statement as he watched the blonde sink into a chair, folding his white sweat-pants clad legs under him. Bakura had flopped onto the couch, lying on his back with his arms thrown out wide.
"You felt it too?" Marik murmured. Bakura nodded.
"I felt everything . . . and I think Yami did too. That was just amazing . . . my god, I can't even describe it without getting turned on again. If he's that powerful . . . gods, I pity Malik . . . sort of. Yami will tear him apart if he touches you again." Marik sighed, his face growing thoughtful at the mention of his psychotic ex.
"To be honest . . . I hope he's smart enough to stay away," the blonde murmured finally. "I don't think . . . I'm not sure Yami can handle it if he kills someone with those 'abilities' of his, as he calls them, even if it's someone as deserving of it as Malik." Bakura sighed from the couch, rolling over so that he lay on his stomach, his chin resting thoughtfully on his crossed arms as he faced Marik.
"I agree," he murmured. "Yami's so afraid of his power . . . I don't know would happen if he did happen to kill someone with them again. Joey told you about the bar incident, right?" Marik nodded. "I don't know if he told you what Yami nearly did afterwards." Marik looked puzzled.
"No . . . he didn't. What happened?" Bakura paused for a moment before deciding to tell his friend and lover bluntly.
"Yami tried to kill himself . . . and I get the feeling that Yami was going to try again if I hadn't found him when I did."
"NO!" Marik shouted, then clapped a hand over his mouth at the loudness of his voice. "No . . . he can't! Bakura . . . I don't want to lose him!" Bakura sat up, his expression grim.
"We won't lose him, Marik," he growled, his eyes going cold. "He's not alone anymore . . . and I'll be damned if I let him go through with it." Marik nodded shakily.
"No . . . we won't let him go through with it," he agreed. "I . . . I love him too much. I won't lose him to Malik, not that way." Lavender eyes grew cold and determined. "Malik's done enough to me . . . I won't let him take Yami from me, not like that."
"Neither will I, Marik," Bakura murmured, his voice cold. "Neither will I."