Pairing: Yamishipping (Mariku/Bakura/Yami)

Prompt: Are You There?

Warnings: None

I still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!

At first glance, the three immortal yamis all seemed so very different and in a way, they were. Their oldest, snow white hair and pale skin shining dimly in the moonlight, was a thief; a criminal. Back in Ancient Egypt, his way of life consisted of trying to survive and stealing whatever he could grab. Then, there was the ex-pharaoh. Although he didn't remember anything about his past for the longest time, he found that the world he lived in now was much more appeasing than anything he could have experienced in the past. Finally, their was their youngest. The little yami was no where near as old as his two lovers but was just as dominating and strong all the same.

The ex-pharaoh found it strange that he had affection of all things towards the two people who had hated him the most. They had tried to destroy him, kill his friends and take away everything he once held dear, and yet…the reason behind their madness was what led the former king to feel sympathy wash over him the first time he had seen them since their banishment to the Shadow Realm.

Sparks had flown between the ex-monarch and the former tomb robber the minute amethyst eyes met chocolate brown. It was obvious the thief had not learned since he had been "destroyed." The words grew harsher and more hurtful and the tri-haired yami had no choice but to retaliate. True, it wasn't the right thing but it made him feel better inside.

What surprised them both was that the youngest yami was the one that stood between them after their fighting had developed into physical means. It was obvious that he either didn't like the fighting or didn't appreciate the screaming voices.

"Out of the way Marik." The white-haired thief hissed dangerously, speaking in a tone that many strong men had cowered away at the very sound of it. However, determined lilac eyed narrowed at the pale one.

"No Bakura; this isn't what we are supposed to do."

The ex-pharaoh raised an eyebrow at the tanned yami. Marik actually sounded…serious. Whatever he had gone through in the Shadow Realm must have changed him for the former king had never heard his fellow yami speaking in that tone.

Bakura, however, didn't seem impressed. In fact, he looked even angrier. "I said get out of the way Marik."

The youngest of them all turned so that he was facing the white-haired demon now, narrowing his eyes to matched Bakura smoldering brown ones. "And I said no, Bakura."

The thief growled low in his throat while the ex-monarch watched in mild amazement. Both of the yamis were dangerous and unstable at best, yet it seemed like the younger one was initiating the first act of peace, not violence. It boggled his mind.

"This has nothing to do with you, Marik; this is between me and the pharaoh." Bakura tried again, this time glaring at his enemy over their referee's shoulder. The tri-haired immortal matched his glare, his amethyst eyes gleaming.

"I'm letting you try and destroy Yami again, thief." Marik retorted right back, not moving an inch from his position.

The tomb robber smirked. "Why the sudden need to protect the pharaoh, little tomb keeper? Last I remember, you were trying to suck the living life-force right out of him and use it for your own selfish purposes."

The tanned yami matched Bakura's earlier growl with one of his own. "Don't push me, Bakura. Just because you don't have a purpose anymore doesn't mean you can steal it away from someone that does."

The white-haired yami snarled before he marched up to the tanned yami and slapped the younger one soundly across the face, Yami's amethyst eyes widening at the action. Slowly, Marik turned his head back from its turned position so he was facing Bakura again, his glare not diminishing. The brown-eyed demon wrapped his hand around the tanned neck, not putting to much pressure but enough to show the younger immortal that he was not playing. "Don't you dare speak to me like that again." He said firmly, staring deep into the lilac orbs.

Marik didn't respond, merely placed his hand on the cheek that was struck and touched it lightly. He wasn't surprised that there was a small trail of blood trailing down his cheek to his jaw, for the force of the slap was pretty hard. Meeting the angry thief's eye once again, the tanned yami glared for a minute before he roughly grabbed the back of the white-haired demon's head and crushed their lips together in a fierce, passionate kiss.

To say Yami was surprised was an understatement; he was frozen with complete shock and awe. As he watched the two other yamis engage in a powerful lip-lock, the ex-pharaoh could only watch, his amethyst eyes widening each time one of them moaned.

However, even though he was younger, it was obvious that Marik was dominating the tomb robber. While his one original hand had the back of the thief's head in a death grip, his other hand had slithered under that blue-and-white striped shirt and was caressing any piece of skin his fingers could touch. Bakura moaned softly before he reluctantly melted against the platinum blonde yami, his back arching so he provided more room for Marik to work with.

Suddenly, the younger immortal back away, an amused smirk on his face as he watched the brown-eyed demon stumble forward. Said demon glared at him for a bit before turning back to the ex-pharaoh that had been watching. "Pharaoh, there's something we need to talk about."

Yami narrowed his eyes suspiciously but made a small noise that urged the thief to go on. What surprised him was that the tomb robber looked embarrassed and was staring down at the floor with fake interest. Marik came up beside him and nudged Bakura in the side, prompting him to continue. The thief opened his mouth to speak a few times before growling in frustration and stalking up to the amethyst-eyed yami.

"Ngh, screw talking." He snarled before he yanked Yami's head forward so that their lips met.

The former king let out a small cry of surprise mixed with anger before he roughly pulled away from his enemy, staring at him with accusation. "What the hell, thief? Was that another attempt to destroy me, or what?"

To the ex-monarch's surprise, a flash of hurt passed through Bakura's reddish-brown eyes at the angry tone. For a second, Yami thought that maybe the tomb robber really did…no…it was impossible.

Marik growled in annoyance at the former king's obliviousness. "No, you idiot; he's not trying to destroy you."

Yami matched the youngest yami's glare. "Then what is it, huh Marik?"

"He loves you, you fool!"

The ex-pharaoh scoffed although, on the inside, he was staring at the tanned yami in shock. Bakura…loved him. Bakura…the thief and dangerous tomb robber he had battled with thousands of years ago loved him.

No…the tanned demon was lying.

"Don't screw around with me, Marik. You honestly expect me to believe that that pathetic thief actually loves me? What kind of fool do you take me for?" he hissed, trying to ignore the small flinch Bakura gave at his harsh words.

"An oblivious one. Come on pharaoh, look in his eyes and tell me he's not lying…"

"This is ridiculous, Marik! Let's just go; the stuck-up bastard can live eternity by himself for all I care!" Bakura snarled, anger clear in his voice. But there was hurt also in that tone and Yami caught it instantly.

"Bakura…"

"No pharaoh! If you don't want to hear it then I'm not wasting my time anymore!" the thief hissed, glaring at the other spirit coldly.

Marik looked at the former king with narrowed eyes, obviously annoyed. Yami sighed before swiftly walking up to Bakura and put a hand on his shoulder, waiting until he turned around before taking it off. "Tomb robber, if you really love me then…I accept it. Just…please don't be lying…I don't want to be taken away from that glorious place you go when you're in love again."

Bakura stared at him before leaning down and pressing his lips against Yami's plush ones again in a softer kiss. "I'm not lying, pharaoh…"

The former king mentally sighed in relief before pressing against the thief's a little more firmly. Bakura moaned softly as tongues were suddenly brushing together inside the wet caverns of their mouths. It was a perfect moment…

…only to be ruined by a certain tanned yami as he smirked and wrapped his muscular arms around both of the skinny spirits, making Yami yelp in surprise and Bakura growl in annoyance. "Marik…" he growled dangerously.

Lilac eyes rolled. "Relax Bakura, I'm just hugging, that's all."

Yami smirked at the youngest yami before leaning down and placing a chaste kiss on his tanned forehead. Marik looked up at the ex-king, a little startled. "Pharaoh…why…?"

The middle yami's smirk only widened before he tapped the tanned nose playfully. "Don't play dumb, young one. I can see right through you."

Marik's eyes narrowed for a second before he matched the former king's smirk and crushed their lips together in a much deeper and mind-blowing kiss. They parted after a few minutes, soft panting coming from both of them.

"So pharaoh, are you there?"

Yami looked at the white-haired thief in confusion. "Where, tomb robber?"

"That place you said you go when you're in love?"

The ex-pharaoh looked at both the yamis for a moment. Was he in love with them? Was he in love with them enough to forget about everything they did?

Smiling, he placed a chaste kiss on Marik's nose, chuckling as the youngest yami's face scrunched up in an adorable kind of way, before mimicking the kiss on Bakura's lips.

"Yeah, I'm there."