A/N: Your master has returned with another dose of porn. Have you been good little servants? I was laughing so hard while typing that, I won't lie. Anyways, in seriousness, here is Bakushipping for KittyKittyYaoiLover. Who is nice and sweet and deserves cookies and tea. Here you go, sweetie. Pretty sure this was her request. If not, enjoy it anyways!
Chapter Assbutt: Bakushipping
Silence was dangerous.
The silence was even more dangerous than noise, and Ryou Bakura knew that. As he slid into his home warily, his eyes flitted around.
"Akefia?" His voice carried. "Bakura?"
He stood in the entrance, schoolbag clutched to his chest. He stood in wait. He knew the two were home. Neither one would take the elevator to get out his apartment. Not after it got stuck and Akefia had lost his mind and tore the top panel off to get out. He waited, because as it was stated before, silence was dangerous.
"YOU MOTHER FUCKER."
He sighed and jumped out of the way as Bakura sailed through the air and into the wall he once stood against. Akefia charged out not long after him and tried his hardest to grip the front of his tee, but missed when Bakura dodged to the right and jumped over the coffee table.
"BRING IT!" the yami returned and ran for the kitchen. The two chased each other in circles around the island as Ryou reached into his bag. He pulled the air horn out, along with duct tape. He quickly bound the thing so that it blared continuously and chunked it at the two feuding men. It bounce off Bakura's head and he cried out and clapped his hands over his ears. It took Akefia a moment to register the sound before he wailed and covered his ears.
"Make it stop!" they begged. Ryou reached into his bag again and brought out the handcuffs, slapping one on each of their wrists and binding them together before picking up the air horn, opening the window, and throwing it through. He heard a cry of protest from someone on the street but paid it no mind. The two men had begun to fight the cuffs and hit each other even though they were chained together and getting nowhere.
"Enough." Ryou snapped. The two looked at him then glared at each other. "What happened?"
They both tried to speak at once and Ryou slapped duct tape over Bakura's mouth, since he was more likely to lie. Akefia grinned and stuck his tongue out, getting himself cuffed over the head by Bakura's free hand.
"He ate the last poptart." Akefia said seriously. Ryou blinked. "I had it in my hand and he took it, licked it, and ate it."
Ryou turned to Bakura who just looked pleased with himself.
"You two are idiots."
He ripped the tape off of Bakura's mouth earning a yelp, and removed the cuffs. "There is more in the back of the pantry, Akefia." he sighed. He picked up his bag warily and walked to his room, slamming the door.
"There's something wrong with yadonushi." Bakura said solemnly, even though Akefia had taken to gnawing on his wrist. He supposed as punishment. The Egyptian lifted his head.
"He just seems tired."
Bakura shook his head. "No, no. When he is tired, he lays on the couch. He doesn't ever go to his room."
Akefia considered this and sat up. "Go ask him what's wrong. He likes you better."
"Does not." But it filled him with a sense of pride. Did Ryou like him better? No, he supposed he liked them both the same, but Bakura had been there longer.
So maybe he trusted him more and that was it.
"Yadonushi?"he whispered as he pushed open the door to the boy's bedroom. It was dark, no lights on, the window covered.
"Go away, Bakura." the sigh was tired, but not in the way Akefia had proposed. No, this was a world weary sigh.
"What happened?" Bakura slid the door shut behind him and stumbled to the bed. He reached out for Ryou and ran his hand up his arm until he found his face. He laid his palm over it and felt wetness, like he knew he would.
"I said go away!" Ryou snapped, shoving the hand away. Bakura sat on him and crossed his arms.
"I'm not moving till you talk. So talk."
Ryou groaned under the weight of Bakura that pressed into his stomach. "Nothing. Just some kids."
Bakura wiggled and pressed his butt further into the boy's stomach. "More."
Ryou hissed. "Being the way they always are, Bakura. They don't like me. It's okay."
Bakura shifted then and laid beside him, so that he could feel his warmth. "If it was okay, you wouldn't be crying."
Ryou sniffled. His yami was close to him, being nice to him. "So? I don't care. They're just words, Baku..."
Bakura brushed his tears away. "What did they say?"
Ryou shrugged. "They called me a faggot." he whispered. Bakura blinked.
"A what?"
Ryou sighed. "It's a mean term for someone... Who's gay." He chewed his lip and rolled away.
"What are you so ashamed of?" Akefia snapped from the door. Ryou jumped. "Who cares?"
Bakura rolled Ryou back over. "It's okay, Ry. It's okay to like men."
Ryou stared at his yami. Did he just give him something remotely close to a life lesson? He glanced at Bakura and Akefia.
"Then why do I get made fun of?" he muttered. Bakura shifted over and pulled Ryou forward so that Akefia could lay on his other side.
"Because people are idiots. In my time, no one even gave a homosexual person a second glance." he huffed. Bakura nodded.
"How would you know?" he snapped. "All the girls, the ones that loved to hang around me, they're all disgusted. They went to Otogi, to be his fangirls. But they're in for a surprise. He's gay too. Him and H-Honda-"
He'd begun to cry so hard he couldn't speak. He felt a warm arm wind around him and guessed from the muscle that it was Akefia's. He felt the man turn him.
"Who says I wouldn't know?" he whispered. Ryou blushed at the way he was half over him, half covering his body, half pressing into him. Another arm wound around his waist from behind.
"Yeah,Ry. Now who's being biased?" Bakura mumbled. Ryou swallowed hard at the two men hovering over him.
"You're gay?"
Bakura and Akefia both laughed their asses off. "What the hell? Do you think we shower together for the fucks of it?"
Akefia snorted. "It is for the fucks of it." They both roared with laughter and Ryou giggled beneath them.
"Oh my gods." he gasped. "I just thought... I don't know. I don't know what I thought."
Akefia ducked his head and gently licked away Ryou's tears. The body whimpered softly.
"It's okay... To be gay." he whispered against the skin. "And to anyone who says it isn't, give them a big ol' fuck you and move on with your day, alright?"
Bakura brushed his fingers through long white hair. "Just don't cry. Don't you ever let them see you cry."
Ryou felt his hand cup his cheek and smiled softly as he placed his hand over it. "Thank you both."
The two settled on either side of him, arms still secure around his waist, and fell silent as Ryou slept. They never did. They just laid. They didn't talk. They just enjoyed the warmth.
~l~l~l~l~
"Touch it again and I'll kill you!"
Ryou turned his head from the stove and glared at Bakura. "No death threats."
He ducked his head and went back to chopping up something green. "Sorry, Ry."
Akefia slapped Bakura in the back of the head as he passed before bolting from the kitchen. Bakura whined.
"I'll get him when he's least expecting it." Ryou comforted him. Bakura grinned and chopped happily, bringing the things over to Ryou. His hikari's hair was tied back in a low bun except for the bangs in his face. He stared down at him, his pretty face, everything.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" Ryou tucked a piece of loose hair behind his ear. Bakura shook his head.
"No."
The hikari swallowed hard and took the plate from him. "So stop staring."
Bakura gripped his hikari's chin after the chives had been emptied into the pan with the fish and stared some more before leaning forward and kissing him hard on the mouth. He let him go, walked out of the kitchen, and left Ryou standing there. The boy lifted his fingertips to his lips, blushing brightly.
What the hell?
~l~l~l~l~
Ryou sat with Akefia, going through his history books and pointing out various things on his laptop.
"See, here was a temple. Do you remember that?"
Akefia nodded and leaned closer to the screen. "That's not right. That painting. That column was over there. Not there."
Ryou smiled over at him. "If that's the only thing that's wrong, they did good seeing as though it looks like this now."
He pulled up a picture of just rubble and Akefia's face saddened as he touched the screen. Ryou placed a hand on his shoulder.
"I know, Akefia. I know."
The man looked up at him and tilted his head. He looked like he was inspecting him for something. He lifted a tanned hand and brushed his hair back from his face. Ryou froze, remembering Bakura in the kitchen nearly a month earlier. The yami hadn't touched him since, and it made him sort of sad.
"What are you doing?" Ryou whispered as Akefia's fingers traced his lips. The Egyptian shrugged and slid closer. His eyes searched Ryou's before landing on his throat. He darted forward and suckled the soft white skin while his hands pushed Ryou back. The hikari gasped as wiggled as Akefia laid over him.
"A-kefia..." he whispered. The Egyptian bit down softly before sitting up and grabbing his pocket knife.
"Thanks for the lesson."
Ryou watched him go, the same question on his lips.
What the hell?
~l~l~l~l~l~
Ryou wasn't sleeping too heavily. The thunder woke him every time he was nearly asleep. It's why he heard the door open.
"Ryou..."
Bakura's voice.
"Yeah?"
He heard shuffling as the yami came forward and fell onto his bed before slipping under the covers. He wasn't fond of storms, having lived in Egypt. Here, it rained so much more. The thunder seemed much louder.
"Can I sleep in here?"
But through all the storms, he'd never asked that.
Ryou swallowed. "I guess so." he whispered softly. Bakura snuggled up behind him. He could feel his breath at his neck, his body against his body.
"Yami." he whispered. Bakura didn't answer, but he felt a hand travel up his hip. "What are you doing?
Bakura rolled him. "I'm scared."
Ryou nearly laughed at Bakura being scared of anything but didn't. He felt Bakura's breath on his face and decided he liked it and he wanted more of it. He felt Bakura's hand slip behind him to grip his bottom and shivered.
"You and Akefia. You drive me crazy." Ryou whispered. "Kissing me one day, ignoring me the next."
Bakura laughed quietly. "Seeing if you wanted more. If you stared at my lips when I talked." he whispered against his cheek. "You do."
Ryou swallowed. That was true. He'd wanted more, from both Bakura and Akefia and hadn't received it. But now, now he felt Bakura moving to pull his body closer so their lips would be just a bit apart.
"You want more."
Each word was said against Ryou's mouth and he felt his hands moving up Bakura's-bared?-chest. He liked the taut skin, stiff muscles. He liked the way his hands felt tangling into Bakura's hair. He moved first, he pressed his lips more fully against his yami's, and he was the first to move his tongue.
Bakura was happy to help, to coax, to lead. To dominate.
Ryou was underneath the yami and getting hard before he knew what was happening. All he knew was that he liked how his leg looked hooked up around Bakura's waist. His other one was bent at the knee and Bakura laid between the two. He moaned and arched as hands slid beneath his shirt. His heart fluttered against Bakura's chest once the thing was removed and he liked it. He could feel the calm thud of Bakura's against his, and wondered how his heart wasn't soaring.
"Bakura... ahh... Stop."
He felt the man's hands on his stomach and getting lower every second. "I thought-"
"You're with Akefia." Ryou said finally. Bakura blinked in the darkness.
"No, I fuck Akefia."
Ryou sighed. "So now you just want to fuck me?"
Bakura swallowed. "Well, yes. But I mean, you know I care for Akefia. But I'm not going to call that fool my boyfriend. There is no word... No word to described what he is to me."
"Have you tried soul mate?"
The two on the bed jumped at the sound of Akefia's voice at the foot of the bed. "Fucking thieves!" Ryou cried.
"You disappoint me, Bakura. Not even asking me to get in on this?"
He slid into the bed too and Ryou felt his warm skin pressing against his side.
All of his warm skin.
"Akefia!" he gasped. The naked male laughed lowly. Bakura swatted at him.
"You and your soul mate shit." But he was smiling. Ryou swallowed awkwardly.
"I'm sorry, Akefia. You can have him back."
Akefia brushed his hand over Ryou's stomach and the bulge in his pants. Ryou shuddered and whimpered.
"But we are three halves of a soul, so that's three literal soul mates." Akefia murmured softly, rubbing the bulge more fully. Ryou whined and moved against it as Bakura's lips descended on his neck. "If you're okay..."
Ryou nodded quickly and he tangled a hand into Akefia's hair as his hand slid into his bottoms to grip him. His lips sought out the cracked ones quickly and sucked on them, drawing a moan from the larger.
Bakura moved down his body slowly until he could rid him of his pants and begin his oral pleasure. Ryou shifted and moaned beneath him, Akefia's lips on his nipples and neck making everything so much better. He heard the snap of a top but couldn't be bothered to open his eyes, no. He just laid there, writhing slightly and sweating. He felt his legs being nudged apart and Bakura shift away, though his mouth and tongue never left him.
He gasped as a finger prodded his most private place. Of course he knew how sex with another man worked, he wasn't stupid. That didn't mean he enjoyed the feeling of the cold digit near his ass.
"Akefia!" He groaned as the finger worked its way inside. The lube soon warmed up due to Ryou and it was nearly enjoyable as the second finger went it.
"You aren't as tight as you should be," Akefia mused. "Someone has been naughty."
Ryou felt like he'd never blushed harder in his life. Bakura finally stopped suckling his cock and sat up, only getting a displeased whine. He tutted at his hikari and began stripping what little clothes anyone had left completely. He moved from Ryou's line of sight, somewhere behind Akefia, and in the next moment, the larger tensed up, a low moan falling from his mouth.
"Baku~." Ryou's mouth fell open, both from the third digit and the lustful moan of his yami's name. He'd never heard Akefia sound so... Well, hot.
He caught sight of Bakura's hands running over Akefia's body and shook. He spread his legs and arched his back, whimpering a plead. Almost before he'd gotten the mewl out, he was being filled. Akefia was much larger than anything he'd bothered with in the past, but it didn't matter. He loved feeling like he couldn't possibly take anymore, only to do so. A slight jolt in Akefia's hips had him looking up and soon wishing he hadn't.
He could tell, from the way they were hunched together that way, that Bakura had already penetrated his yami from behind. His mouth fell open and a long, drawn-out moan filled the air. It took quite a few thrusts and some slaps to the head to get their rhythm down, but when they did...
Ryou felt like his body might explode. The coil in his belly felt like it would never stop twisting, especially when Akefia began jerking him off in time with his thrusts. The taller Egyptian licked away every trail of saliva, every tear of pleasure, every drop of sweat that made it onto his neck.
"I'm... Oh gods..." He thrashed beneath the two and heard his yami moan loudly. His eyes clashed with darker brown and he managed to give him a smile as a pale hand joined Akefia's.
Ryou was quite sure he'd died once he did come. His eyes rolled back and for a moment, the world was white. He just floated along in this blissful state, chest rising and falling, for a few minutes. He enjoyed the warmth and the love radiating off of the two men beside him.
Mostly, though, he enjoyed the rare silence. But silence was dangerous.
Akefia's hands creeping up his body only proved that.
A/N: I put an explanation for my absence at the bottom of my newest fic, but I'll repeat for those who hold no interest in it: School. We're going into the eighth week..? now and now I have gotten enough of my shit together to be able to write and post. Thanks for not abandoning me, lol. I've missed y'all. I have the main plot for each request written and I will get on that. Next up is who fucking knows. Review~.
~Nightingale.