IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!! - This is the Yu-Gi-Oh! Yaoi portion of the Shipping List in order. Be forewarned. Some "pairings" will not be fluffy and cute. But they will all, hopefully, be believable. Rating's will vary.
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! is the intellectual property of Kazuki Takahashi
Author's Note: We hit "B" finally with this one. I'm having a bit of trouble...ok, I'm horribly stuck at KeithxYamixYugi. I can't come up with something believable for the life of me so if anyone has any ideas, I'd love to have someone to brainstorm with.
Rating: T
Yu-Gi-Oh! Shipping List #17 - "Warm"
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Bakushipping (Doroboo Bakura x Yami no Bakura x Ryou)
Ryou snuggled down into the warmth surrounding him, not wanting to get up yet. The body on his right shifted slightly, stretching an arm past him and gripping onto Bakura's shirt on his left. He could feel Touzokou's warm breath near his ear giving him pleasant shivers.
Ryou loved the mornings, especially cold mornings like this one in early January, when the temperature was so nice under the blankets that no one wanted to move from them. Instead, his two lovers snuggled together with him generally in the middle and put off waking up for as long as possible.
Bakura was not a morning person to begin with and if he had to get up before eleven, it was seldom done without the aid of coffee. Touzokou, on the other hand, never seemed to be tired unless he was about to go to bed. He could get up at the crack of dawn, go to bed at one, and he never looked tired until he'd decided to go to bed. Touzokou was a continual mystery that Ryou was intent on solving.
Initially, Ryou had felt connected to Touzokou, but that feeling, he quickly learned, did not transfer to knowledge on the inner workings of the true King of Thieves. Ryou quickly found out that he did not know Touzokou at all. But he was determined to learn.
Touzokou loved apples and anything flavored with them, he greatly appreciated food of any sort since food had always been a luxury to him, but he didn't seem to like things with too much sugar. He often wore dark reds. He liked to present Ryou with things. Ryou learned early on that he had to be careful what he whined for or said he liked around Touzokou because he generally found said items on his desk later on.
He'd taken special care to learn everything about Ryou; all of the things that he liked, and the people he cared about or the things he feared. He enjoyed pleasing Ryou.
Another of Touzokou's favorite past times was irritating Bakura. He loved to see his fellow thief embarrassed or riled. In the beginning, before they had all settled down with each other, Touzokou had enjoyed tormenting Bakura by making advances on Ryou in his presence.
He claimed his favorite thing in the world was the sight of Ryou in his frilly apron. And even though he'd taken to declaring his love for Ryou daily, he said those words to Bakura too. He loved the shower and it was likely his favorite place to have sex with Bakura. It was his spot for just them. Much to Ryou's dismay, his favorite spot for them was the kitchen counter or table, with the three of them coming together in Ryou's bed which had become their bed, or the couch. It seemed whenever his father visited, Ryou would flinch inwardly no matter what he touched. The only place they hadn't had sex was his father's bedroom.
Yugi had once asked didn't he find it exhausting living with those two? But once Ryou had thought about it, he had to say no. After his mother and sister had died, Ryou had felt very alone and isolated, and Bakura had only added dread and terror to the mix in the beginning but later, after things had changed between he and Bakura, he'd finally started to actually be glad he was alive. And now that Touzokou had entered their lives, he couldn't imagine anything that could make him happier. Bakura and Touzokou made him feel alive.
Bakura moved on his left, slipping a hand under the waist of his pajama pants to come into more contact with his skin, just to feel him. Ryou knew he was slowly waking. Ryou slipped his own hand underneath Bakura's shirt, laying his palm casually against Bakura's chest.
Ryou had grown to enjoy the feeling of touch more than any other sense. Bakura and Touzokou made him feel safe, loved, aroused, just by touching, casually pressing against him or sliding a hand across any available expanse of exposed skin and he took great pleasure in touching them in return. He supposed, he was still humbled by the miracle of being desired, wanted, and having been allowed to be so casually intimate with them in the first place.
Bakura and Touzokou were entirely different in public than they were alone with him within the walls of their home. To others, they were cold and distant, even threatening, and their love for him often came off as a fierce and predatorial possessiveness. But neither one of them had ever rejected his touch, even in the most public of places. If anything, it made them even more possessive, as though they were outwardly challenging someone to say something insulting. Ryou had never heard anyone who'd had the misfortune of being on the receiving end of those twin glares say anything at all.
Being with Touzokou and Bakura made him…proud, and less withdrawn.
Bakura moved forward, nuzzling into his neck, kissing the warm flesh there lazily. Touzokou moved back, letting Ryou fall back so he could lean over him for a warm kiss. As Ryou reached up, hooking a hand around the back of Touzokou's head appreciatively, Bakura leaned up, moving to the Egyptian's neck, drawing the lobe of his ear into between his teeth and Ryou felt the moan.
"Are we getting up now?" Touzokou asked, pulling away slightly, now wide awake.
Bakura groaned and Ryou smiled. "Do you want pancakes?" he offered, mostly to Bakura as incentive to get out of bed.
"Do we still have blueberries?" Touzokou asked, taking interest.
"Sure." Ryou answered and Touzokou practically jumped out of bed, flinging the blanket to the far reaches of the room in the process and leaned back down, lifting Ryou from the bed bridal style.
Bakura glared daggers at the Egyptian for his sudden lack of warmth. "You bastard! Give me back that blanket right now!"
Touzokou sat Ryou on his feet and reached out again, grabbing Bakura and slinging him over one shoulder, holding him there despite Bakura's violent kicking and the fists pounding against his back. "Lead the way." he said, cheerily, ignoring Bakura's demands and foul language as he waited for Ryou.
Ryou grinned and walked out, heading down the stairs. Bakura absolutely despised the fact that Touzokou was physically stronger than him. Truth be told he was jealous and Touzokou derived great pleasure from exploiting that fact. Eventually, Bakura stopped struggling, resting his chin in the palm of his hand, his elbow pressed against Touzokou's back and pouted. "Ass" he muttered.
Touzokou's grin only widened.
Post whatevers: I'm quite partial to this pairing. Next up: HondaxMalik. As always, if you liked, please review. Ja!
