When Life Gives You Lemons,
Torture A Pharaoh
Chapter 2
Yami blinked, "Twist….er?" he tested the word on his tongue. He had heard Yugi and Joey talking about it one day, just never knew what it actually was.
Bakura ran a hand down Yami's side, earning a small shiver from the shorter yami, "I see you're not familiar with the game," he leaned down, nibbling Yami's neck, "Then let us explain."
They both backed away, making a small whine pass his lips at the loss of contact.
"Twister is a game that requires physical skill. It's play on a large mat on the floor separated into four rows of large circles with different colors in each row; red, yellow, blue and green." Bakura started.
Marik picked up right after, "There's a spinner attached to a square board and is used to determine where the player or players has to put his or her feet and hands. The board is divided into four labeled sections: right foot, left foot, right hand and left hand. Each of those four sections is divided into the four colored; red, yellow, blue and green."
"After spinning, the combination is called, hmm….let's say for example, "right hand yellow", and then players must move their matching hand or foot to a circle of the correct color. In a two-player game, no two people can have a hand or foot in/on the same circle; but of course, it's us three, so the rules are different for us because there's more people." Bakura picked up with a grin plastered over his face.
"Due to the scarcity of colored circles, players will often be required to put themselves in unlikely or precarious positions, eventually causing someone to fall. A person is eliminated when they fall or when their elbow or knee touches the mat. There is no limit to how many can play at once, but more than four is a tight fit." Marik finished, emphasising 'tight' and a seductive grin towards Yami.
"But, we've made up our own rules." Bakura grinned.
Yami gulped, "W-what type of r-rules?" he stuttered, fiddling with his buckle.
Both yamis grinned darkly, advancing towards the smaller and shorter male who backed up from them. He felt his back hit the counter as Marik pinned him against it, face dangerously close to Yami's. Yami's breath caught in his throat, as Marik teasingly pecked his lips; it was a chaste kiss but enough to leave Yami wanting more as he moaned in complaint.
"The rules are simple," Bakura started, hand dipping to a place that had Yami gasping and moaning, "The first person to fall loses, but-" he leaned forwards, dark brown eyes glimmering with mischief.
Marik picked up, dark lavender eyes having the same gleam of mischief in them, "-but, whoever loses first, has to do whatever the other two want, for a whole week."
"And," Bakura continued, smirk evident on his face, "We can use any means necessary to get someone to fall, so long as we don't violate the mandatory rules."
"So Pharaoh, do you accept?" Marik asked.
Yami gulped, a small sheen of sweat dripping down his pale cheek, before he nodded, "I accept."
Third chapter will be uploaded soon.
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