I just don't know, my brain is fixated on this rn and I'm doing my thesis, so in downtime, my brain gets what it wants.

Chapter Summary: Atem teases Bakura in public and then drugs him at a party, Pt 1. Non-consensual drugging, but it's fiction and Bakura ends up being into it.

Characters: Atem/Yami Yugi, Malik Ishtar, Mazaki Anzu/Tea Gardner, Thief King Bakura/Yami Bakura.

Pairings: Atem/Mazaki Anzu, Atem/Thief King Bakura, Malik Ishtar/Thief King Bakura.

CWs: Non-consensual drugs, drugging, public sex, plugs, vibrators, teasing, edging, semi-public sex, humiliation, jealousy, dirty talk. Lead ups to Thiefshipping (Malik x Bakura) and eventual Kingshipping (Atem x Malik x Bakura).

On Friday, Anzu called Bakura. "I know it's last minute, but would you be able to come over today?" She asked.

Bakura sat up, clenching around the plug inside him. He had taken it out for work, but had begun wearing it when he was at home. "Is something wrong with the pool?"

"No, nothing like that," Anzu assured him. "We're actually hosting a pool party for the neighbourhood later tonight to celebrate Atem's promotion. We had a planner, but the head of the organising committee dropped out. Would you mind helping out? It's just telling people how to set up the pool area, and you know it best. I don't mind paying you overtime for the short notice."

"Whoa, slow down," Bakura said. "When's the party?"

"Seven tonight," Anzu replied.

Bakura glanced at the clock. It was almost half one. "I'll be there in twenty minutes." He hung up after Anzu profusely thanked him. It was beneficial to him to go honestly. Anzu lived in a good neighbourhood and might butter up her neighbours to him if he helped. That's what he told himself, anyway, as he quickly dressed in a pair of cargo shorts and pulled on a fresh tank top.

He took the bus to the house and arrived in fifteen minutes. When he knocked on the door, Atem answered and pulled him to the right, into a bathroom.

"What are you-?" Bakura began but Atem pressed their lips together, cutting him off as he locked the door.

He pulled back with a grin, hands squeezing Bakura's ass. When had they gotten there? "Are you wearing it?"

Bakura flushed. In the sudden rush, he had forgotten to take the plug out. "Um..."

"Good boy." Atem kissed him again before bending Bakura over the sink. He pulled down his shorts, just enough that he could ease the plug out of Bakura. Bakura bit his lip to hide a moan as Atem pulled it out, only to replace it with a slightly thicker one.

Atem pulled up Bakura's shorts again and grinned. "Ready to work?"

"Asshole," Bakura muttered, only to gasp as the plug began to vibrate inside him.

"Was that a yes?" Atem asked, pocketing his phone.

Bakura bit his lip but nodded and followed Atem out of the bathroom towards the patio that led onto the garden and pool area. He managed to keep his steps steady as he grew used to the vibrations. Atem grinned as he walked up to his wife. "Bakura's here."

"Oh, thank God," Anzu breathed, pressing her palm to her forehead. "Thank you for getting here so quickly, Bakura."

"No problem." Bakura shook his head, trying not to squeeze his thighs together. "What do you need me to do?" Anzu ran through a list of instructions as the vibrator was turned up. Bakura bit his lip, trying to focus on what Anzu was saying as Atem watched him closely.

He nodded once Anzu finished and began to round everyone up to set up tables around the pool, with the width of at least two people between each table and the pool for safety. He grabbed the net to swipe up some stray leaves and debris as the others began moving tables. Atem kept a close eye on Bakura, more interested in how long he could hold out than his work. He pulled out his phone and began to record, and Bakura's skin prickled when he realised. The vibrator turned up and Bakura barely stopped a soft moan from escaping him.

He did his best to keep his focus, but every time he leaned forward, the vibrator pressed right against the perfect spot. He tried to maintain his composure, Atem watching intently, eyes gleaming as he watched Bakura fight the orgasm threatening to take over.

Suddenly, the vibrator turned off and Bakura gasped in relief, though his body screamed in protest at the stolen orgasm.

Atem just winked and returned to helping his wife do whatever. Bakura rolled his eyes and went back to work. Once he finished the pool, he oversaw the layout of the tables and chairs, and then began directing decorators.

Once he had finished his instructions, Atem returned and nudged Bakura. "I need you for a minute or two. These guys can handle it for a few minutes."

Bakura hesitated but nodded, following Atem down the garden. He pulled Bakura around the wall blocking the pool and house from view of part of the garden, hand on his waist. Bakura glanced around. The wall was twice their height, and Anzu was inside, but if they were too loud, they'd definitely be heard.

Atem pressed him against the wall, lips rough and wet on Bakura's as his hands roamed his body. Bakura moaned into the kiss softly, arms around Atem's neck. Just as suddenly, Atem pulled back and turned Bakura around, pressing him against the wall with his ass sticking out.

His cock was hard and Bakura felt it through both of their pants as Atem pressed it against his ass.

"You're such a dirty slut," Atem murmured. "Do you want me to take you? Right here?"

Bakura groaned, letting his forehead fall against the wall. "Please."

Atem grinned and pulled down Bakura's shorts, but instead of his cock, he began fucking Bakura with the plug inside him, turning it on. Bakura gasped and clawed at the wall as he was brought right back to the edge. He did his best to stay quiet, but as the pleasure grew, he couldn't help the few moans that escaped.

Atem took advantage of his vulnerability, hands roaming Bakura's ass and thighs, rubbing his clit. Finally, he pulled the plug out and turned it off, leaving Bakura panting and bent over, ready for more.

"Such a good slut," Atem cooed. He pulled Bakura's shorts up again and, hand still on his waist, began to lead him back to the pool crew.

Bakura bit his lips, walking with his legs tight together. His own cum was dripping down his thighs, and he never prayed, but he uttered a small one that no one would notice. Despite the humiliation, his body thrummed with need, still not having cum. He did his best to stay on task, despite his mind being desperate to run through a million possible scenarios of what Atem would do next.

But, against all odds, Bakura finished up early. The pool crew and decorators still had some work to do, but Bakura took the chance to sit down.

"Oh, Bakura, thank you so much," Anzu said. Bakura turned to see her walking up with a tray full of cups and a jug of water. She placed the tray on the table beside him and poured a glass of water. "I didn't expect you to finish early - there was so much to do."

"It wasn't so bad." Bakura gratefully accepted the glass she passed him. "I'll head home once everyone's done, just in case something happens."

"Oh, don't worry about that." Anzu lit up. "Actually, why don't you come tonight, Bakura? It can be an extra thank you for your time today."

"I wouldn't want to be a bother," Bakura protested, but Anzu waved it off.

"Nonsense, we'd both love to have you." She smiled. "If you want, you can go home and change now. We can handle it from here."

"If you're sure..." Bakura chewed his lip.

"I am." Anzu made a lighthearted 'shoo' motion. "Go change. I'll cover your fare there and back."

"Thank you," Bakura said before making his way out of the garden. He didn't see Atem as he left, so he tried to put him out of his head as he made his way home. Once he arrived, he scoured his wardrobe. It was casual, but Bakura was anything but casual, and if Atem's trophy wife wanted to invite him to a pool party, he was going all out.

He quickly chose a black crop top in the shape of bat wings that clung to him like latex, a leather miniskirt, fishnets that made his legs look sinful, and a red jacket with some matching lipstick staining his lips to top it off. If it distracted Atem, all the more reason to wear it.

When he strutted back into the house in a pair of thigh-high spiked boots, everyone was already a few drinks in.

"Oh my God, Bakura!" Anzu rushed up to him, a wide smile on her face. "I'm so glad you made it back. You look stunning," she gushed. She was so sincere that Bakura almost felt bad.

Almost.

Instead, he winked. "Thanks, doll."

"Alright, well food is by the pool if you're hungry, and help yourself to the drinks there or in the kitchen too," she said. "There's people all over the house and the garden, but I think they pushed back the table in the dining hall to make a little dance room if you'd like."

Gross. "Thanks." Bakura nodded. "I'll keep it in mind."

"Okay." Anzu beamed and squeezed his arm. "Have fun."

Once she had hurried off, Atem appeared behind Bakura like he had descended from on high and placed his hand on his lower back.

Bakura grinned and tilted his head. "Like what you see?"

"Very much so," Atem agreed, leading Bakura towards the kitchen. "Can I get you a drink?"

"You have cocktails?" Bakura asked. When Atem nodded, he decided, "Sex on the Beach."

"Nice." Atem rolled his eyes but when they arrived in the kitchen, he went to the bartender and ordered it.

Bakura's eyebrows arched. "Y'all got a bartender for a pool party?"

"Your country is showing," Atem chuckled.

"And so is your bougie," Bakura snorted, but he accepted the Sex on the Beach when it was handed to him. "Thanks."

"No problem." Atem got himself two fingers of whiskey and led Bakura back out towards the party.

Anzu lit up when she saw them. "I'm so glad you get along outside of work," she said. "You're very good for Atem, Bakura."

"Really?" Bakura scoffed.

"Seriously," Anzu agreed. "He'll never show it but he likes having you around. You're the only one who can talk back to him."

Atem hummed but when his wife turned away to talk to someone else, he leaned in to whisper in Bakura's ear, "You're the only one who can take my cock as well as you do."

Bakura flushed and turned away, finishing his drink quickly. Just in time, too, because Anzu returned with a fresh round of drinks for them. She raised her glass. "To a great night we'll never forget."

Atem met Bakura's gaze. "Cheers," he agreed, holding his gaze as he took a sip.

Bakura swallowed but drank as well. Soon, alcohol was coursing through his veins. The party started off quite civilised with food and drink for Anzu's upper town friends, but rich people are nothing if not wild at parties, and soon, the dance hall had grown crowded and people were doing shots and so much more.

The atmosphere was hot and music pounded in Bakura's ears as he danced, Atem's eyes fixed on him. Bakura's hips swayed, stomach rolling with the beat. He rarely danced because he hated when people took it as permission to stare and touch, but he didn't mind so much when it was Atem.

He reached in and grabbed Bakura by the hips, pulling him in. "Gods, you look so good," he murmured. He was hard against Bakura's thigh. "I'm going to fucking ruin you later."

Bakura's heart pounded, and he grinned, teasing Atem's earlobe between his teeth. "I'd like to see you try."

Atem's eyes darkened and he opened his mouth, but a call of his name stopped him.

"Atem!"

Anzu. Bakura rolled his eyes as Atem released him. "I'll be back."

"Sure," Bakura muttered. Atem disappeared and Bakura was debating finding something a little stronger than alcohol when a flash of blonde hair caught his eye. Another of his clients, Malik Ishtar. He was also hot and smart like Atem, so Bakura couldn't rob him, and he wasn't married, but he was elusive. Still, Bakura had always assumed he'd get to Malik before Atem.

Malik grinned as Bakura joined him. "Well, hello pool boy."

"I see you're just as arrogant as ever," Bakura snorted.

Malik gave a pleased hum. "Uppers tend to do that. But I suppose I could be nice to you."

"Damn, how high are you?" Bakura laughed.

Malik caught his hips, mirroring Atem from only moments earlier, and pulled Bakura in. "Do you want to find out?"

Bakura chuckled but allowed Malik to pull him back into a dance, hips grinding, hands roaming over each other's bodies. Bakura knew enough not to try to touch Malik's back. "Are you enjoying the pool party?"

"You mean the yearly 'Not Divorced' party?" Malik rolled his hips against Bakura's. "Very much so. Wait until it gets really wild."

"This isn't wild?" Bakura asked.

"It's nothing compared to later," Malik promised him.

Out of the corner of his eye, Bakura spotted Atem returning and he hummed in agreement, grinning. He turned so his back was pressed to Malik's and dropped, ass dragging against him. Atem wanted to prioritise his trophy wife? That's fine. Bakura could entertain himself.

Atem's eyes were as dark as Malik's and Bakura laughed, drunk on the alcohol and high of the moment of having two dominant twinks' attention on him. After a while, Bakura tapped out to get a drink, and made his way to the door.

Atem was already there, whiskey and Sex on the Beach in hand. He handed the latter to Bakura but grabbed his arm. "Be very careful."

"Or what?" Bakura laughed, taking a generous drink. He shook Atem off and returned to the dance floor, but soon, his head began to spin.

"Whoa." Malik caught him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Bakura pressed a hand to his head. "Fine. I'm gonna go lie down for a minute."

"Here, I'll help," Malik began but Bakura cut him off.

"Don't, I'm fine. You stay here and have fun."

Malik nodded reluctantly, watching as Bakura left. Bakura, however, didn't look back, so he never caught the glint in Malik's eye, or the tiny smirk on his lips as he watched Bakura leave. The one that matched Atem's when Bakura first sipped his drink.

He stumbled down the hallway and finally collapsed onto the bed in a nearby room. The walls were soundproof, so with the door shut, he didn't hear much of the party. Only the dull, muffled throb of music.

He tried to fight the feeling of drowsiness but it was overwhelming. As it grow, so too did an odd heat between his legs. His thoughts grew muddled as he absently squeezed his thighs. He never did get to cum earlier. Why was he thinking of that now? Well it was true. Why did it feel like he'd been- been-

Bakura frowned. Been what? Thinking was too hard, and soon, the world went dark, leaving Bakura unconscious, still squeezing his thighs together.