Bare
Pairing: Fetishipping (aka Thief-Bronze-Psychoshipping)
Rating: high T
Warnings: mentions of lemons
A/N: Whoa this is my first time writing this pair O.O But, god, they are so sexy! °/°
Disclaimer: I still don't own Yugioh… When will you finally believe me?
Cold fingers nimbly played with a key chain, hot breath condensing in white clouds. Feet shifted impatiently as a cool breeze stroke through blonde hair.
"Where are they?" Malik asked for the umpteenth time as he waited for his best friends.
His question was greeted with silence, no other human being present on the closed factory's yard.
They had agreed to meet there and try something out. They'd read about it on the internet and curiosity had gotten the better of them.
"Hey Malik!" a gruff voice eventually greeted the waiting Egyptian and his lilac eyes were met with the sight of his friends finally arriving.
The taller of them, Bakura, had white flowing hair and ethereally pale alabaster skin. His eyes were of a reddish brown and seemed to glow in the winter light. A baby blue scarf was wrapped around the albino's neck, accenting with the black trench coat he wore. On his feet were blue and white sneakers and his legs were clad in denim.
The boy next to him went by the name Mariku and his skin was of the same bronze tone as Maliks, if not darker by a few shades. Purple eyes were framed by thick lines of kohl, a black line under each. His blonde, spiked up hair contrasted with the dark purple scarf he wore. A black leather jacket hugged his well built frame and on his feet were black army boots. His trousers of choice were beige cargo pants.
Malik raised h is hand, a smile arriving on his full lips. He himself wore a lilac hooded jacket and a black scarf. His legs were clad in black cargo pants and feet in black army boots. Golden shoulder length bangs hair framed his tan face and around his lilac eyes he wore the same make up as Mariku.
"So you ready?" asked Bakura, cheeky grin on his face.
The spiky haired Egyptians eyes gleamed mischievously, an excited nod confirming that he was more than ready.
Malik on the other side was a bit unsure.
"You think… it's okay for us to do this? Isn't it… you know… just for…"
"You don't want to chicken out now do you?" the albino asked, one white eyebrow raised.
The shortest of them hastily shook his head. It wasn't that he was afraid, he was just self-conscious. What if he disappointed his two best friends? The 16-year old definitely didn't want that.
Mariku slung an arm around his tanned companion. His close proximity calmed Malik and a warm fuzzy feeling settled in his stomach.
Yes, he loved his friends. Both of them. That was one of the reasons why he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of them.
"Okay, then let's get started!" grinned the taller of the Egyptians and they went through a secret passage, they had discovered when they were playing as little kids, into the factory.
Inside they had a few wooden boxes as provisory tables and chairs and a big futon in case they wanted to stay overnight. Malik immediately let himself fall onto the futon and began playing with his key chain again.
He heard a rustling sound and looked up to see the other two taking off their coats. He followed them suit to reveal a lilac hooded tank top that showed his midriff.
Mariku on the other hand was clad in a simple black tank top and Bakura in a blue and white striped tee. The latter sat down next to the shortest boy, the spiky haired Egyptian doing the same on the other side.
Pale fingers ghosted over Maliks back causing shivers to run up and down his spine. His other friend took the clue and placed his hand on Maliks thigh, dangerously close to his middle.
The flaxen blonde's breath hitched at his friends' ministrations. Suddenly Bakura touched his lips to Maliks, the blond eagerly kissing back after the initial shock.
Not wanting to be the odd one out Mariku began nipping and licking at the other Egyptians neck, his hand finally finding its destinations between Maliks legs.
Not soon after they were bare, clothes a heap on the floor next to the futon. Touches and kisses were exchanged, unknown territory was explored. Their bodies molded together, pure ecstasy cursing through their veins. Ultimately connected, feelings and desires shown through actions.
Afterwards they lay on the futon, spent and tired, in each other's arms. Maliks head rested comfortably on Bakura's chest, his fingers intertwined with Mariku's.
"Well that was fun." He mumbled sleepily, a gentle smile adorning his sweet face.
The other two wholeheartedly agreed and the albino's arms tightened around his lovers' bodies. And then he spoke the words, they had all only thought yet.
"I love you. Both of you, damnit!"
That declaration made Maliks heart swell in his chest and as he heard that Mariku also harbored feelings for his two best friends, tears of joy began leaking from his eyes. With his words of affection he sealed their bond. Social boundaries were finally overcome and their souls as bare before each other as their bodies.
Sweet words were whispered and affectionate touches exchanged until, eventually, sleep took over.
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