Disclaimer: I own nothing. Let the surprise just sink in. I know it’s a lot. This is a JoeyXRyouXYami Bakura fic. And it’s a lemon to boot. Lemon, lime. It might as well be Mellow Yellow®. You’ve been warned. Special thanks to Digipuppy for helping me out with this. You’re the best. This is a companion fic for Sugar And Spice. For right now it takes place after it. If I continue S&S then they will probably start to run parallel. Overlapping scenes are a possibility. You don’t have to have read S&S to understand this but I recommend it. The song—I Get Weak—is by Belinda Carlisle. Even I’m not sure whose perspective it’s supposed to be from so you can decide who you think it fits better. I warn you now that there is probably more than a little chance of this being OOC so don’t start ranting about it later. I tend to mix the Japanese and English names, a lot. Some have one, some have the other, and some have both. Try not to let it confuse you too much.
Dai-na: Wow, a new story. I had never even thought of this pairing before.
Ken: Oh dear god; is that a plot I see forming in the distance?
Yamato: Nah, you’re just seeing things.
Dai-na. I’m not even gonna hurt you for that. I’m too happy. Well, on with the story.
Joey, Yugi and Tea laughed as Tea made a pointed remark about Joey’s sleeping habits and how they had a tendency to overlap with the school schedule. Finally, after shooting his friends the closest thing to a withering glare that he could manage around his own laughter, Joey sobered and his attention found itself focused on a certain individual.
“Have, either of you spoken with Ryou lately? He’s been kinda elusive.” He asked, concerned. He hadn’t had a chance to talk to him in a while and was really starting to miss his platinum-haired friend.
Ryou never hung out after school anymore and he never came by the game shop. The only time they ever saw him was in school, but, whenever lunch came around, they couldn’t find him.
The others shook their heads and Yugi frowned thoughtfully.
“I hope Yami Bakura hasn’t been causing him trouble.”
None of them saw the white-haired boy around the corner of the school building, listening cautiously. It was true that he hadn’t spent much time with the others but he wasn’t intentionally avoiding them; he was just busy. He blushed at the thought. His Yami had been taking up most of his free time lately. He called it ‘bonding’. Ryou called it having crazy, animalistic sex. But, in any case, he was glad for the quality time and it was much more pleasant than the abuse that he usually had to put up with. He turned his attention back to the trio to see Tea fuming.
“Why can’t that jerk just leave poor Ryou alone? Doesn’t he have better things to do? Like maybe find a mirror? The guy looks like he’s never seen a comb before!” The two boys gave her an odd look before Yugi chuckled slightly.
“His hair is kind of weird.”
Ryou winced. He knew his Yami didn’t really care about what other people thought about him but the one thing that his dark other couldn’t stand was people talking about him behind his back. He didn’t have to guess at the dark boy’s reaction to their words.
Yami Bakura was outraged by the comments and stormed around his mental room, kicking things.
“Who is he to call my hair weird? At least mine’s all one color!” The tone of his voice almost made Ryou laugh. His Yami could be so childish at times. He could practically hear him pouting.
“I like it.”
And with those three softly spoken words, Joey had everybody’s full attention.
“What?!” Three voices cried out at once.
Yami Bakura was just as startled as the others and watched the blonde boy with rapt fascination.
Joey seemed uncomfortable with his friends reactions.
“What? I like his hair; it shows he’s got attitude.”
Tea scowled.
“You don’t need to look like you stuck your finger in an electric socket to show you’ve got attitude.”
Joey sighed and shook his head.
“That wasn’t what I meant. It’s like… just by looking at him you can tell that he’s not someone to take lightly; that he’s completely in control of who he is. His hair is wild but he doesn’t care cause that’s who he is. He won’t let anyone deter him from what he wants just because they don’t approve. I’m not saying that I agree with the things he does. But I can’t help but admire him.” Yugi and Tea stared at him, incredulously. Yami Bakura was just as startled by his opinion. In a brief flash of light he was standing next to an equally awed Ryou. He gave his lover a determined gaze and Ryou sighed internally when he recognized the look in his Yami’s eyes.
“I want him, Ryou.” Ryou couldn’t be certain but he thought that his dark one’s voice sounded almost strangled. Yami Bakura studied his counterpart for a moment before asking, “Do you object?”
Ryou sighed again.
“If he’s willing, I have no objections.” His Yami smirked at him.
“I wouldn’t have him any other way. You want him too, don’t you?”
Ryou gave him and exasperated look.
“You already know the answer to that.”
Yami Bakura gave him an innocent look. If it hadn’t been a joke at his expense, he would have laughed. He hated sometimes that his Yami knew him so well. He did want Joey. The blonde boy had been a secret fantasy of his for some time. He was so carefree, so outgoing, so completely opposite of Ryou that he couldn’t help but be drawn to him.
It didn’t help matters that he was gorgeous with striking features, golden hair that glinted in the sunlight and caramel colored eyes that sparkled with laughter.
“Humor me.”
Ryou wanted to growl.
“Fine, yes, I want him.” His Yami gave him a conspiratorial smile and Ryou blinked at the odd expression.
“Good. Then we’re both going to enjoy this.”
His eyes widened. Was his dark lover saying that he was going to share the blonde boy? That was something he hadn’t been expecting. The thought brought a smile to his lips.
Maybe this would be fun.
When I’m you I shake inside
My heart’s all tangled up; my tongue is tied.
It’s crazy.
Joey frowned to himself, frustrated as he walked home from school. He was still miffed from his friends reactions to what he’d said at lunch.
“Geez, I just said that I liked his hair; not that I’m madly in love with him.” ‘That’s what I get for being serious once in a while.’ He groused silently. At least he hadn’t told them about how soft and silky he thought the platinum locks looked, despite the spikes. That, at that moment, he wanted to run is fingers through them and find out for himself. That thought had startled him enough; he didn’t need to know what the others would think about it.
“You mean you’re not? And here I was already planning the wedding.” Joey jumped when he heard the sarcastic voice that sent little shivers down his spine. He turned to the side to see the focus of his thoughts leaning against the wall that lined the road with an indefinable smirk.
‘How did he know I was talking about him?’ He blushed when he realized that, Ryou at least, had overheard their earlier conversation. The white-haired Yami seemed to be studying him appraisingly and it set him on edge.
“Come with me.” It was a command, not a request. The low tone in his voice had Joey shivering again.
“Right, `cause I’m feeling particularly suicidal today.” He snapped, trying not to let the fear he felt show.
Yami Bakura looked at him curiously.
“Do you think I’d kill you?” His expression was neutral, betraying nothing; but a tone in his voice told Joey that if he didn’t answer seriously that he would find out the answer to that question the hard way.
He thought about it a moment before answering as best as he could.
“I don’t think you wouldn’t.”
The demonic Yami smirked, pleased with his answer, and walked off, motioning for him to follow. He hesitated for a moment. He knew full well that Ryou’s dark other was dangerous. Who knew what he could be walking into? But something inside him was urging him to follow and he gave in.
He followed him around the corner and instantly found himself pinned up against the wall, the dark one’s slender body pressed firmly up against his, with a hot, hungry mouth devouring his lips. He was shocked motionless.
The kiss wasn’t unpleasant, far from it; it was something he’d probably remember for the rest of his life, but he was too stunned to do anything but part his lips when the Yami bit them, demanding entrance. He was helpless under the brutal onslaught and moaned as the dark one’s hands made their way up under his shirt. The feeling of the Yami’s cool, elegant fingers on his flushed skin was indescribable.
When Yami Bakura finally pulled away, it was only a hairsbreadth distance to stare at him hungrily.
“Do you know why I did that?” He asked huskily. Joey gave his head a tentative shake and the snow-haired boy smirked at him; leaning down to expose his neck and claim it with his lips and teeth. Joey gasped.
“I want you, Katsuya Jounouchi, and what I want, I usually take.” He was surprised at hearing his full name on the other’s lips, it falling from them easily with a sensual tone that sent a warm flush throughout his body and he blinked when the Yami continued, still murmuring against his captive neck. “But you’re special. I want you to come to me on your own. You will; and when you submit to me, you will enjoy every minute of it.” He whispered harshly.
Joey didn’t doubt it. With the way that his body was responding to just his words, he knew that this dark boy could drive him wild. He whimpered when the Yami removed his mouth and pulled back.
“Think about it. You know where I’ll be.” He started to walk away when Joey grabbed his wrist.
“What… about Ryou?” He managed to gasp out. The dark boy smirked and extricated his wrist so that he could grasp the blonde boy’s face firmly.
“Don’t worry, I’m willing to share.” Joey wasn’t sure if that made him worry less, or more. Yami Bakura pulled away and walked back the way he came, leaving a bewildered, weak-kneed Joey behind.
As Yami Bakura turned back around the corner, he found Ryou, waiting impatiently for him. He flicked the boy on the forehead almost playfully, with an ever-present smirk.
“You’re up.” His eyes narrowed critically for a moment before he added: “But first, we’re going shopping. There’s no way that you’re going to help me win anyone over with your wardrobe.” He said, plucking at the sweater that the other boy was wearing. He’s changed after school, preferring his light sweater and jeans to his uniform, while his Yami had run off to preempt Joey on his walk home.
Ryou huffed indignantly.
“And just what is wrong with my wardrobe?”
“You look like a fairy!” Ryou lifted a brow and gave him a pointed look. Yami Bakura scowled slightly.
“Just because you are a fairy doesn’t mean that I have to dress like one.” He said, pointing out his identical clothes.
Deciding the argument was over; he began pulling his light half down the street.
“We’ll go to the mall, I’ll pick some things out, you’ll try them on and if they look good, you’ll buy them.” He stated matter-of-factly
Ryou put his hands on his hips and scowled.
“Don’t I get some decision in this?” He demanded. His Yami smirked at him evilly.
“Of course. You get to decide whether to use cash or credit.”
Ryou sighed in defeat and pulled his wallet out of his pocket; scanning it’s contents he settled on the credit card his father had given him for this type of situation. With his father gone so often, he had to shop for his own clothes. But, since he didn’t grow much he hardly had to buy clothes at all and the allowances that his father put on the card each month had built up a good little chunk. Enough to splurge a bit.
Besides, it was towards a good cause.
Nodding in assent, he let his surprisingly fashion-driven counterpart drag him toward the mall.
Joey made a beeline to his room the second he got home and sunk contentedly into the mattress of his bed. He stared at the ceiling and mulled over what just happened. Yami Bakura had kissed him. And he’d done a damn good job of it too, full out with tongue and teeth. Just the memory of it was enough to leave him breathless. And he hadn’t stopped at kissing him. He was sure that a quick inspection in the mirror would show telltale blue and purple splotches on his neck. He brought his hand up to rub the still-tingling area.
“I want you to come to me on your own. You will; and when you submit to me you will enjoy every minute of it.” The confidently spoken words drifted through his head. Was the sensual Yami right? Would he go to him? Did he dare? Just the thought of ‘submitting’ to him had every nerve in his body humming.
How did all of this happen? And more so, what was Ryou’s role in all this.
Was he aware of it? Did he agree? Did….
Hmm… Sex with Ryou. Joey gnawed lightly on his knuckle as he weighed the idea, examining it from every angle. He could picture it in his mind. The snow-haired boy beneath him, clinging to his shoulders, pleasure etched on his face as he whimpered softly, the small sound driving him wild as he used his mouth to explore every inch of the supple, cream-colored body…
He sucked in a breath and was shaking with need as the image fled his mind. He tried desperately to calm himself and stumbled to the bathroom. He haphazardly discarded his clothes and turned the cold water of the shower on full blast. He collapsed against the wall of the shower as the freezing spray bombarded his fevered body
He wondered briefly how long it would be before he succumbed to his newfound desire for the snow-haired boys. He had a feeling that it wouldn’t be long.
Can’t walk; can’t talk; can’t eat; can’t sleep
Oh I’m in love; oh I’m in deep
Cause baby—
Ryou found himself sighing as his Yami added another item to the precarious pile of clothes he already held to try on. They were drawing quite a few stares but that was nothing new. Ryou drew plenty of stares on his own. Having his malicious near-double with him only made him that much weirder. Deciding that he had enough, Yami Bakura ushered him over to the dressing rooms. Inside, he bolted the door and began to remove his own clothing; when he picked up the first item he blushed deeply.
‘I can’t believe he expects me to wear leather.’ He thought, eyeing the black pants cautiously. Still… he ran his hand lightly over the soft material.
Grudgingly, he pulled them on, noticing instantly how tight they were.
Next he reached for a satiny green shirt with long sleeves. He pulled it on and, on a whim, decided to leave the cuffs and top two buttons undone. He eyed himself appraisingly in the mirror.
*Let me see.*
The command filled his head and he sighed, noticing that he’d been doing a lot of that, and opened the door, stepping out with his head bashfully lowered.
Yami Bakura’s eyes flashed hungrily as he took in his appearance, walking around to view him from all sides.
*Oh, very nice.* Ryou could practically hear the purr in his voice. He wasn’t sure what was going on in his Yami’s mind but he had a feeling that it didn’t involve him wearing these clothes for long.
“They’ll do.” was all he said aloud. They went through similar scenes with other outfits and soon his arms were laden with bags from various stores, and his credit account had been considerably butchered.
As they left the mall the sun had already begun to set. He gave his dark counterpart an annoyed look.
“Are you satisfied?”
His Yami gave him a cheshire grin.
“You have an incredible body, Sweetling. You shouldn’t waste it by hiding it under stuff like this.” He said, once again indicating his normal attire.
He shivered as Yami Bakura ran a hand down his back. Habitually he leaned into the touch. The walked back to Ryou’s house with his arm around his waist.
Ryou shook his head in amazement as he hung up his clothes.
‘How does he talk me into these things?’ He wondered. The image of their blonde conquest filled his head. ‘Never mind.’ He dropped the shirt he’d been hanging up as his Yami’s strong arms came around him and his mouth found the back of his neck. He closed his eyes, leaning back into the darker one, his hand drifting back to settle on Yami Bakura’s thigh. His lover hmmed in approval. The taller boy’s hands grasped the hem of Ryou’s sweater, pulling it up and over his head to discard it.
Ryou turned in his Yami’s arms, allowing his lips to be claimed as they had so many times before. Yami Bakura’s tongue parted his lips to re-explore all the familiar curves and tastes as he pulled him over to the bed. Ryou let his hands drift up and down his lover’s back, eliciting a growl when they slid down over his backside, squeezing lightly. The darker boy’s hands fisted in his mass of white hair and deepened the kiss further, ravishing his lips with savage fury. Ryou was vaguely aware as they fell backwards onto the bed and he straddled his Yami’s hips, feeling his desire.
Yami Bakura’s hands were now tugging at Ryou’s shirt and the small boy pulled back slightly so that he could remove it. The dark one leaned up, instantly claiming the exposed flesh. Ryou moaned lightly and leaned forward over him, curtaining them with his hair. The Yami’s mouth was hot and greedy as it trailed over the expanse of his chest. He gasped and gripped the sheet tightly when the other boy took one of his nipples in his mouth, suckling lightly. He shifted over the other boy’s thighs, brushing against him just so. His dark lover arched up beneath him, straining for more contact. Complying, he shifted again, repeating his actions and was rewarded when Yami Bakura pulled him down for a desperate kiss. The dark one rolled them over so that he was between his smaller lover’s thighs and his hands were on his waistband in an instant, flicking it open with experienced motions. Ryou obligingly lifted his hips, allowing the jeans to be pulled down over his thighs and soon discarded along with the rest of the clothes. The Yami took his time to let his eyes roam over the now-familiar form with open appreciation. His skin was pale and creamy and flawless. His hips curved just slightly, giving him an effeminate look and his long, slender legs seemed to beg to be touched.
“So beautiful…” He murmured as he slid his hand teasingly up his thigh. Ryou blushed deeply brought his hands up to his Yami’s shirt. He leaned up and kissed his darker half as he deftly undid the buttons. He allowed his mouth to be claimed once again only this time it was far gentler.
Only when they were together like this was his Yami ever this tender. He wondered briefly if sex had mellowed his darker half. Ryou laughed internally.
‘Now there’s a thought. Maybe I had a sexually frustrated Yami.’
Yami Bakura noticed his amused look and gave him a speculative glare. He shook his head to remove the amusing notion and focused back on the glowering fiend above him.
He smiled up at his Yami, innocently.
“Can we get rid of these, now?” He asked, tugging lightly on the other boy’s pants.
The darker boy grinned down at him.
With a kiss you can strip me defenseless
With a touch I completely lose control
All that’s left of my strength is a memory…
Yami Bakura made short work of the pants and settled back between his lover’s legs. He slowly brought his mouth to the smaller boy’s abdomen, covering it with feather soft kisses as his hands drifted up Ryou’s exposed sides. He hmmed in delight and let his fingers burrow into the older boy’s spiked hair.
Something between a gasp and a moan was torn from his throat as his Yami took him in his mouth. The wet heat seemed to seep into him from every pore and it drove him wild. He clenched his fists, pulling on his lover’s hair. Yami Bakura didn’t seem to notice as he sucked on him, grazing his teeth lightly on the sensitive flesh every so often. Ryou thrashed wildly beneath him until finally he pulled away. He looked down at his Yami pleadingly with small beads of sweat trickling down his face. The fair-haired fiend nodded and sat back a bit. He used two fingers to carefully prepare him, before replacing the digits with his own straining arousal. Ryou bit down on his lip to keep from crying out as his lover entered him. Though it didn’t hurt nearly as much as it had the first couple times, there was still some pain. But, as the case often was, his passion far overrode it. When he was fully in, his Yami leaned up and gently kissed away the beads of sweat on his face.
When he felt Ryou shifting anxiously beneath him, he surprised the other boy by flipping them over again so that his lighter half was on top of him.
Ryou moaned slightly at the new position and the different feelings that it invoked. He rocked a little, adjusting, and began to set his own pace. Yami Bakura brought his hands up to the softer boy’s hips, letting him do as he wished. He contented himself to watching his lover as the feelings washed over him. Watching his light half riding him this way was one of the most exciting things he’d ever seen. He could see the flush that had spread across his cheeks, even through his own passion-fogged vision, and the way his lips remained parted, panting from the exertion. His dark, chocolate colored eyes were half-lidded and desire and need plainly shone in them.
He lifted one of his hands up to graze it over one of Ryou’s nipples. The other boy gasped and jerked a bit as he toyed with the beaded nub. When he took it into his mouth once again, he had the younger boy whimpering above him, his short nails digging into is chest, leaving raw, crescent-shaped marks. He felt the boy clamp down on him before he cried out, nearly screaming, as his release hit him. He thrust upward once, burying himself inside his lover before letting himself go.
The room was quiet except for the sounds of heavy breathing as the two lay, depleted, with Ryou resting his head on his Yami’s marked chest. The sleepy boy ran his fingers over them soothingly, as if in apology and the darker one brought his hand up to stroke his cheek softly, telling him that it was okay. He sighed into the hand and let his eyes slide shut.
“Yami?” He murmured softly, not wanting to disturb the tranquil mood and too exhausted to raise his voice above a whisper.
“Mmm?”
“What would you do if I loved you?”
Yami Bakura stared down in shock at his lover who had fallen into a deep sleep. It was a good thing too because he couldn’t have answered if his life depended on it.
Love? Had anyone ever loved him before? He didn’t think so.
He stared at the sleeping boy on his chest with a mix of awe and fear. Could this sweet, gentle creature really love someone like him? Could he love him back? What if he somehow hurt Ryou? Not physically as he was sometimes wont to do, but emotionally, a deep scar that would never heal. What if…What if Ryou hurt him… The thought disturbed and angered him. Would he allow himself to become so weak? To expose himself and leave his guarded heart vulnerable.
He looked down at the snow-haired angel on his chest.
Did he even have a choice?
And what about Joey? Was bringing the golden-haired boy into this a good idea? It was dangerous having so many combustible factors in this relationship. Should he just put a halt to the whole thing? He thought about the way that the blonde had talked about him earlier. He’d seen longing in those eyes. Even if their owner had been oblivious to it. And in that moment he had wanted nothing more than to make him his. He still wanted it. Tasting the boy had only served to increase that desire. That incredible blend of… he couldn’t even think a something to accurately describe it. It was like tasting pure sunlight.
Where Ryou was radiant with soft pale light and a serene temperament, like the moon; Joey was like the sun, brash and blinding with a headstrong and outgoing nature.
They complimented each other perfectly.
And they would both be his, he decided finally, he would see to that.
He pulled the sleeping Ryou closer to him and, dragging the covers up over them, he let sleep claim himself as well.
The next day was Saturday and everyone was going to hang out in the park. Ryou had settled on wearing the first outfit he’d tried on the previous day. Clouds had covered the sun, leaving the air cool. Something for which Ryou was grateful. He found the others at the top of a slight hill, gathered around beneath a large tree. Honda, Mai and Yugi sat talking while Yami sat with Seto stretched out on one side of him and Tea on the other. Joey sat somewhat by himself just sort of dazing off into space
Self consciously, he ran a hand through his hair. He had decided not to brush it down as much and it was now spiked out like his Yami’s was. He watched them for a bit, in no hurry to announce his presence.
Honda looked over at Seto who had his arms pillowed beneath his head and his eyes closed.
“Man, Seto I’m surprised you’re here instead of at your office or something.” He commented.
Seto never moved an inch
“I work too much.”
Everyone, save Yugi and Yami, was staring at him gawking; stunned by the words that no one ever thought to hear him say.
Ryou chuckled.
“Will wonders never cease?” He surprised himself with the amused, almost haughty tone in his voice.
‘Dear god, you’re starting to rub off on me!’ He accused. Yami Bakura’s laughter filled his head.
*It’s about time!*
Ryou glared mentally.
‘Oh, shut up.’
This time, everyone, Seto included, was staring, stunned. He said nothing more aloud as he went over and sat down next to Joey who was beet-red and trying his hardest to control his raging hormones. Cupping his hand to the side of his mouth, he leaned over and whispered so that only Joey could hear.
“My Yami says that the sooner you submit, the more fun it’ll be for all of us. I tend to agree.” If possible, Joey went even redder. Everyone was looking at them curiously but neither of them volunteered anything. Ryou gave them his most innocent smile.
Joey fumed slightly, the blood refusing to leave his cheeks.
I get weak when you’re next
me
Weak when we touch
I get weak when I look in your eyes
It took them all a few minutes to recover but they finally managed to start up a normal conversation. They were all laughing at something stupid that Joey had said when a young girl passed by them, walking her dog. Her eyes fell instantly on Ryou and she gave him a flushed smile when he saw her, before moving on. Everyone was silent for a moment before Honda grinned wryly.
“Man, why is it that the sweet, innocent guys always get the girls?” he asked, jokingly. If anyone was going to respond to that, they were cut off by a short bark of sarcastic laughter that escaped Ryou before he smirked.
He was met with wide-eyed fascination and a gasp from Tea when, for that moment, he looked exactly like Yami Bakura.
“ Sorry, Honda, but I’m far from innocent.” He stated
Joey was surprised to find that he understood exactly what Ryou meant when he made that remark and exactly who he was talking about. He tried to fight his reaction to the image of the two snow-haired boys that crept into his mind. He swallowed deeply at the thought of what the two boys had planned for him. Thinking back, he remembered what the dark one had said to him the previous day and realized that he hadn’t just meant that he would share him with Ryou; he’d also meant that he was going to share Ryou with him.
Something else finally occurred to him that hadn’t quite gotten through before.
Ryou wanted him. He wouldn’t be doing this otherwise. The thought made his heart beat faster. He trained his gaze on the platinum-haired boy beside him.
Everyone, not knowing quite what to say to his comment, just stared. Tea finally manage to stammer a question
“What do you mean? How are you ‘far from innocent’?” Her face was as red as Joey’s had been minutes ago.
Shaking his head slightly, Joey muttered under his breath.
“Probably the same way Yugi’s ‘far from innocent’” Yami’s keen hearing picked up the hushed remark and he speared Joey with a death glare.
“ I dare you to repeat that.” He nearly growled. Joey raised his hands in surrender.
“I said nothing”
Somewhat mollified, Yami turned back to find Yugi staring at him questioningly. He leaned over and whispered to the smaller boy, reiterating Joey’s words. Yugi laughed softly, a pink tint now staining his cheeks. Then, both spike-haired boy’s’ eyes widened almost in unison as they realized the implication of that comment.
Tea looked over at Honda, somewhat irritated.
“Why do I get the feeling we’re missing something?” The brown-haired boy nodded and they turned back to the others, Yami still glaring at Joey.
Mai smiled over at Ryou.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you,” She said, “but whatever it is, it has good taste.” She indicated his outfit. He gave her a shy smile and shrugged. The others began to relax a bit. That was more like the Ryou they knew.
Eventually, everyone was deep in conversation.
Yugi had dragged off Yami and Seto to talk them alone and Ryou thought that this was a good idea. He grabbed Joey by the arm and pulled him away from the dwindling group. Once they were out of the other’s’ line of vision, Ryou pressed him up against a tree and kissed him.
Joey almost wasn’t surprised by it.
Ryou’s kiss was much different than his Yami’s. It was softer and more tentative, but it’s effect on Joey’s system was exactly the same. Like pure dynamite.
He bought his hands up to the smaller boy’s sides, pulling him closer, and was rewarded with an appreciative purr. Taking initiative, he parted Ryou’s lips, slipping his tongue past them to explore the depths of his mouth, savoring the honeyed taste of him.
Ryou’s arms twined around his neck and buried themselves in his hair.
Daringly, Joey let his hands slide up under the thin material of his untucked shirt. The smaller boy’s skin was smooth and cool beneath his hands. Ryou moaned into his mouth. For a moment he turned his thoughts inward.
‘Yami?’
*Hmm?*
‘Do you want to take
over’?
*No, you have your
fun. I’ll have my turn soon enough.*
Ryou mentally kissed his other and focused back on the blonde who was thoroughly exploring his mouth. A smile formed at the corner of his lips as he pulled back for air. Joey stared at him dazed and breathless with his hands still on his bare sides. Ryou leaned forward and trailed his mouth over the other boy’s jaw, eliciting little shivers and moans from him.
Inhaling lightly, he caught a faint scent that made him smile.
“Mmm, you smell like apricots.” After a second longer, he pulled back to give his blonde conquest an amused look. “Why do you smell like apricots?”
Joey blushed and gave him a sheepish laugh.
“Heh, you found me out. I use girl’s soap. I like it better than the usual stuff.” He murmured, a cherry hue lying beneath his tanned skin. Ryou nuzzled his neck, taking in the light fragrance.
“Mmm… So do I.”
Boldly, he ran his hand down over Joey’s chest, abdomen and further to brush softly over his thigh. He loved the little moans that escaped his would-be lover. Encouraged, he moved his hand and stroked him through the restraints of his pants.
Joey bit down on his lip and leaned into the touch.
I get weak when you’re next to me
Weak from
this love
I can’t
speak when I look in your eyes
I get weak
“You like that, huh?” Ryou all but purred. The blonde looked at him through half-lidded eyes, trying his best to glare at him.
“What do you think?” He gasped as Ryou’s fingers brushed over him again. The platinum-haired boy undid the zipper and slipped his hand inside to touch his bare skin.
As his elegant fingers closed around him, Joey nearly died. The tiny sparks that flew through his bloodstream set every inch of his body aflame. He brought his hands up to Ryou’s shoulders to steady himself and could only watch in aroused fascination as the lean boy knelt down and took him in his mouth. The heat scorched him and the light suction drove him wild but, in the end, it was seeing those full, pink lips moving around him that was his undoing. He buried his fingers in the mass of pastel hair and bit down on his lip to keep from crying out.
Joey sank limply against the tree behind him and Ryou looked up at him, his chocolate eyes sparkling as he fixed his pants. He stood up and kissed the flaxen-haired boy.
Joey tasted himself on the smaller boy’s lips and found his desire renewing.
“We should get back before the others start to look for us.” He said with a look of pure innocence. An amazing feat considering what he’d just been doing.
He nodded dumbly and they walked back to where the others were in silence.
Honda saw them approaching and took in Joey’s rumpled appearance with a frown.
“What happened to you?”
The blonde boy laughed nervously as everyone looked at him curiously and didn’t have to fake the embarrassed flush that washed over his face when he said: “I tripped. I was walking and talking at the same time and, you know me, something was bound to give.” His friends laughed, easily accepting his excuse and began gathering their things up.
Honda, Mai and Tea were going for lunch; Yami and Yugi were going back to the game shop and Seto… Well, Joey had no idea where he was going. Probably back to work.
He looked over at Ryou and the invitation in his eyes was obvious. He closed his eyes for a moment to let everything sink in. Things were moving so fast that he could barely find time to catch his breath. He tried to sort through everything that had happened over the past few days. He wasn’t entirely sure he could handle both Ryou and his Yami.
He wasn’t even sure he could handle one.
But boy did he want to try.
Another thing that concerned him was the depth of his feelings. He knew that he wanted both boys on a physical level but, how did he feel about them personally? Ryou was one of his best friends. He was kind, sweet, and sympathetic. And as he just proved, mischievous, tender and extremely passionate.
And Yami Bakura was almost certainly psychotic.
In all truth he didn’t really know anything about him.
Was he ready to get into a relationship with both of them?
He looked at Ryou who was still watching him with those deep brown eyes and knew the answer.
He nodded to the platinum-haired boy and was rewarded with a rich smile that had the air catching in his throat.
As everyone went their separate ways, the two fair-haired boys walked, side by side, in silence.
Joey knew that Ryou was giving him plenty of time to think and he was grateful for it but, with all the conflicting thoughts in his head, the quiet was starting to drive him nuts.
Frustrated, he stopped and Ryou turned to look at him curiously.
“What is it you guys want from me?” He demanded, his voice a bit louder and more panicked than he would have liked.
Ryou gave him an odd look, as if he didn’t understand the question.
“We want you, Joey.”
The blonde boy shook his head and looked down at the pavement beneath his feet, hiding his expression.
“Is that all?” His voice was barely audible and Ryou almost didn’t hear it.
Catching on, the smaller boy smiled at him thoughtfully, titling Joey’s chin up to meet his gaze.
“It’s not just sex.”
With an agitated growl he turned away from the deep, brown eyes that kept pulling him in.
“How can it be anything else?!” He took a few steps back, trying to put some distance between them so he could think.
“You’re one of my closest friends, Ryou. But until yesterday, that’s the only way I saw you. I’ve never once considered what it would be like to get involved with you. If it’s something I even want.
And your Yami? The only thing I even know about him is that he’s a potentially homicidal thief who’s used to having his own way. But you apparently really care about him a lot so there’s obviously something big that I’m missing. This isn’t something that I can just jump into with out thinking.” He ranted. He turned his back to Ryou so that he could focus on something that didn’t have him ready to jump between the sheets.
He felt arms come around his waist and knew by the feel of them that it wasn’t Ryou but his Yami. The pastel-haired fiend was placing soft kisses on the back of his neck that had him shivering.
“So get to know me.” The dark voice was calm and soothing but had obvious intentions. Bracing himself, he turned so he could face the dark boy. Ryou was standing off to the side, concerned.
“Easier said than done. I get the feeling that you’re not the most open person in the world. Or the most patient.”
Yami Bakura smirked at him, not denying it.
“Just what is it you feel you need to know about me?”
Joey thought about it, unable to find any questions that didn’t sound stupid. Finally he settled on the most rational one.
“Why does Ryou care about you?” The question made the fiend seem uncomfortable and almost… uncertain?
“You’d have to ask him.”
He turned his gaze to the softer boy. He seemed to think about it for a moment.
“It’s not something I can explain, it’s just something I feel when I’m with him.” He offered helplessly.
Commanding eyes
Persuasive
lips
The helpless heart just can’t resist their power
Joey sighed, not sure what to do, or say, or think.
Eventually Yami Bakura grew exasperated and pulled the blonde into a long, passionate kiss. Earnestly, he coaxed his lips apart and let his tongue slip past, questing; delving into the recesses of his mouth. Joey couldn’t help but lean into the embrace, not really caring that they were in the middle of the street and that anybody could see them.
When the pale-haired boy released him, he was breathless and anxious and trying unsuccessfully to form a coherent thought.
“Don’t think.” The dark one commanded, his voice low. “What do you feel? Without thinking about it.”
Swallowing deeply, Joey found his voice.
“I feel warm, and twitchy, and like everything is warped and disoriented.” He caught the expectant look on the dark one’s face and sighed before continuing. “And I want more.” He confessed, more or less admitting defeat.
Yami Bakura smiled at him knowingly and kissed him again before retreating back into Ryou’s ring. The platinum–haired boy smiled at him comfortingly and he was caught of guard when he came over to him and kissed him just as passionately as his Yami had.
Ryou pulled back to meet the dazed blonde’s eyes.
“It doesn’t take time to know what you feel. That’s just a cop-out.”
The blonde boy nodded a bit, trying to process what he’d said.
*You couldn’t have said that five minutes ago?*
‘I liked your method better.’
His Yami’s reply was a string of muttered curses and he decided to leave him be.
They continued back to Ryou’s house with nothing more said between them.
Yami Bakura stormed around his soul room, shaken; unsure just what was happening to him. Why had he felt the need to soothe Joey? He knew that he could easily just seduce the blonde into coming to him willingly, but for some reason he’d wanted his conquest certain. He’d wanted him to be completely at ease with it and to not regret it later on.
Dammit!! How had he gotten so soft? His undecided feelings for Ryou were one thing. Ryou was his other half. Despite their obvious differences, they were bound in indescribable ways. Joey however, was a completely different matter. He was a conquest, a challenge.
It was impossible for that to change so drastically in the space of a day.
It doesn’t take time to know what you feel. That’s just a cop-out.
He thought about Ryou’s words. They had been meant to reassure Joey but, in turn, they had him more confused than the blonde had been.
‘Next thing you know, I’ll be picking flowers and spouting poetry.’ He thought bitterly.
Why had winning over Joey become so important to
him? Sure he was attractive. But then, so were a lot of other, less
complicated, people. And true, Joey was the one that Ryou had wanted for who
knows how long, but that should have only served to make him want to distance
the boy from them.
I’m not saying I agree with the things he does. But I can’t help but admire
him.
Joey’s reluctant admission from the previous day filled his mind. The words had effected him more than he’d cared to admit. As far back as he could remember, no one had ever admired him before. At least, no one worth mentioning. Being idolized by wannabe bandits wasn’t much of something to brag about.
But Joey….
Somehow, being who he was, and still being respected by him was something just short of amazing.
He growled softly to himself. This was getting more than a little irritating. Cursing himself for his weakness, he continued to pace around his room.
In the living room of Ryou’s house Joey stood about on edge, as if waiting for something to attack him. He nearly jumped out of his skin when the pastel-haired boy’s hand touched his shoulder lightly. Ryou laughed and the musical sound of it made Joey relax a little.
Only a little.
Ryou smiled at him and set him on the couch. Every nerve in his body was humming anxiously and his mind was running at a mile a minute with images of what could very possibly be filling the next few hours. The entire trip here and since they’d arrived, Ryou had been keeping his distance.
Still, friendly and open and sending little invitation looks whenever he caught Joey staring at him but he hadn’t touched him once until just a second ago and he wasn’t sure whether he was relieved or not. He was glad that he wasn’t being pressured but, he was irritated that nothing had happened. Memories of what had happened in the park flooded his head and he struggled not to moan as the blood in his body flowed directly to the area of his pants that was now far too tight. He shook the enticing image away.
‘Man, this is way too confusing.’
“Are you hungry?”
Ryou’s soft question snapped him out of his daze and it took a moment for his question to sink in.
He’d been still thinking about his encounter with Yami Bakura and had skipped breakfast. It was now late in the afternoon.
He nodded and the snow-haired boy went into the kitchen, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
You know
you’ve got a hold over me
You know
you’ve got me where I want to be
`Cause
lover…
He was so out of it that he didn’t notice when he suddenly wasn’t alone anymore until he was tackled back onto the couch, his lips savagely claimed. He was helpless under the Yami’s furious kiss and fought against his shock to return it. Their tongues dueled; Joey’s never quite gaining the upper hand.
The platinum-haired boy was ruthless in his onslaught of Joey’s mouth. He ripped at the blonde’s clothes, pulling his jacket off and throwing it aside.
Joey buried his hands in the spiked mass of hair, dimly realizing that he’d been right in his earlier assessment of how soft it was.
Some how, Yami Bakura had managed to get his shirt off and now his chest was bare and falling victim to the assault of his hands.
He lost himself in the passion induced haze, not caring about thought or rationality. All he knew, all he desired was this moment with the heat that lapped at his skin, lightly searing the fevered flesh. His hands tugged furiously at the Yami’s clothes and he couldn’t get them off soon enough.
Yami Bakura was startled at the instant change in his demeanor but reveled in it, loving the way the blonde’s firm hands ran over every bit of newly exposed flesh.
He claimed Joey’s mouth in yet another bruising kiss, and if the blonde seemed disturbed by the violent need he was showing then he didn’t let on. If anything, he craved it and gave it back tenfold. His passion, a vast ocean of liquid fire that he never dreamed he possessed, consumed him to the brink of insanity. He clawed and scraped at Bakura’s once flawless skin, marking it, drawing blood and with it more passion and more desire for both of them. All remaining clothes disappeared in a frenzied battle, neither knowing just who was winning or really caring. Bare skin met bare skin and the temperature in the room drastically increased.
Ryou, who had been drawn from the kitchen by the furious moans and growls could only watch, fascinated by the animalistic display. Joey’s ravenous mouth found Bakura’s throat and he latched on, assaulting it with his mouth, wickedly grazing his teeth over the skin; sparing him no delicious pain.
Their coupling was quick and violent, neither coming out of it unscathed.
Too engulfed in his red haze of desire and frustration, Bakura didn’t bother with preparing him, instead he just took him with a savage fury that the blonde seemed to need.
Joey cried out at the sudden intrusion but the feral sound was too
desperate, too primal to tell whether it was from pain or pleasure. He wanted
this, needed it. Craved it with every passion-enflamed fiber of his body. The
pain, as much as, if not more than the pleasure. He bit and scratched at the
dark one, meeting every thrust with incensed fervor as they conquered one
another before crashing into a concurrent meltdown that left both dazed and
depleted as they fell limply; Joey against the couch and Bakura against him,
both of them startled and awed by what had just happened.
Ryou found himself unable to move, astonished by what he’d seen. He’d had no idea that either his Yami, or Joey had been capable of that kind of outburst of passion. He fought back a pang of envy but knew that he wasn’t sure he could handle that sort of need. That primal display of lust and desire had both scared and enticed him. It had been fierce and violent and incredibly disturbing but at the same time it had been glorious, untamed and erotic. He wanted it but was afraid that it would consume him.
He took a deep breath, trying helplessly to regain his composure and crossed the room on unsteady legs to the couch where the two lay, breathing heavily and in a state that bordered on unconsciousness. He sat down beside them, wrapping his arms around his Yami’s waist and pressing tiny kisses to the base of his spine. Bakura was surprised but too exhausted to do anything other than make little appreciative moans.
“Maybe you two should take a shower.” He suggested softly, not wanting to disturb the serene haze that filled the air.
A short laugh cam from Joey who had his face buried in the fiend’s pastel hair.
“If I manage to move from this spot in the next couple days, I’ll be impressed.” He murmured lazily.
Bakura’s reply was something of a muttered agreement . Ryou smiled at the picture they made and, removing his own clothes, he cuddled up with them. He was surprised when Joey’s arm came around his waist, pulling him closer and his Yami turned his head from it’s position on Joey’s chest to kiss him softly. Content, he laid there and watched them as they slept.
Joey was surprised when he was awakened by something tickling his nose. Even more surprised when he realized that what it was, was the platinum hair of a semi-psychotic Yami who was laying on top of him as he slept naked on Ryou’s couch.
Said boy was cuddled up by his side and he vaguely remembered putting his arm around him before he fell asleep.
He paled and then went bright red as he recalled the events that led up to him being there. He waited for the regret over what had happened to sink in.
And waited.
And waited….
He blinked as he discovered that, at least for the moment, he had no remorse toward what had happened. And that left him completely mystified. How could he not regret it? He’d just had savage sex in one of his best friends’ living room with that friend’s malicious Yami.
Unwittingly, he found himself smiling at the memory. He shook the thought from his head, his sanity definitely in question.
“You’re thinking too much again. Stop it.” The muffled voice came from his chest and he shivered slightly at the sound and the feeling of the warm breath on his bare skin.
The dark-eyed Yami looked up at him and his breath caught in his throat. Unconsciously the pale-haired boy leaned up and kissed him.
He was startled by the tenderness in it, especially after what had happened a few hours ago. When the sleepy fiend pulled back it was clear that he too was shaken by it.
There was a moment of awkward silence before Ryou turned in his sleep, inadvertently sending him rolling off the couch.
Both boys just stared at him as he blinked in confusion, rubbing the back of his head.
Joey couldn’t help it. The absurdity of the situation was just too much for him and he broke down into fits of furious laughter. Yami Bakura soon joined him, all awkwardness forgotten as they laughed at the pouting boy on the floor.
Finally, after the fog of sleep had lifted from his brain, Ryou started laughing too.
They were like that for a while, knowing that what they were laughing at wasn’t really that funny but unable to stop. The moment was comfortable and perfect and entirely too short.
Like a
wave you keep pulling me under
How I’ll
ever get out of this; I don’t know
I just
know there’s no way to fight it
Being the first to recover himself, Yami Bakura stood, stretching languorously.
Joey noticed, with some fascination, the angry red marks that littered his toned body. He’d done that. He marked him, made him his; and he knew without looking that similar scratched marred his own frame. Somewhere through the haze in his mind he could feel them sting.
“I think Ryou had the right idea about a shower.” The fiend said smoothly, showing no sign of the creature who had so completely lost control just hours before. He held out a hand to Joey who, after a moment’s hesitation, took it.
As he got to his feet, he had two bite down fiercely on the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out at the sharp spear of pain the lanced through him. For a moment, the entire world seemed to shift and had a strong arm not come around his waist he would have fallen back onto the couch. A coppery taste filled his mouth and he realized vaguely that he had bitten deep into his cheek and it was now bleeding.
Trying to swallow the cry that had lodged in his throat, he looked up at Bakura who was holding him up, concerned. A wave of throbbing pain spread throughout his lower back and he thought for a moment that he was going to be sick from it.
He shouldn’t have been surprised by this. He’d known that after the first time, being sore was a certainty; and they hadn’t exactly been careful or taken it slow. But he hadn’t quite expected it to be this bad.
“Maybe a bath would be better.” Ryou suggested sympathetically.
The idea of soaking in a hot bath sounded heavenly to him. He tried to walk under his own power, not wanting to rely to heavily on Yami Bakura. He nearly passed out from the sharp lances that lodged in his spine every time he moved.
A firm hand settled on his lower back and his dark lover was standing beside him, once again holding him up. Grudgingly he allowed himself to be helped to the bathroom.
He nearly whimpered in delight when he saw the bathtub. It was large and spacious. Easily comfortable for two; cozy for three. As Ryou drew the water, he leaned back into the hand that was unconsciously rubbing small, soothing circles into his back. A soft sigh escaped him and a discreet glance showed that the pale-haired Yami looked uncomfortable with the intimacy of the situation though he didn’t pull his hand away.
Joey wondered what he was thinking about. Was it possible that the dark boy beside him was just as shaken up about what had happened a few hours ago as he was?
When he’d found himself pressed back against the couch, the hot, demanding mouth ravishing his, all reason had fled him and he’d been stripped bare of all restraint, leaving him only with a primal need to dominate the fiend who had sought to do the same to him. In the end, he still wasn’t sure if either of them had won or if they’d both ended up casualties of the fierce battle that had reigned between them.
When the tub was full, he sank into the steaming water with a grateful whimper. He let his eyes slide shut, hardly noticing as the others sat beside him. An awkward silence settled over them and for a moment Jowy resisted the urge to sink completely beneath the surface of the water.
This was getting too weird.
He opened his eyes when he felt someone lean against him and found himself looking down at Ryou. He couldn’t suppress the smile that formed on his lips as he bent down and kissed him.
Ryou’s lips were soft and pliant under his and he delighted in the feel of them. The platinum haired boy moaned into his lips, murmuring his approval at the inquisitive tongue that was exploring his mouth.
Long, elegant fingers found their way to his chest, gently stroking, exploring the tanned expanse with loving patience.
Joey loved his hesitant touch, so different from that of his Yami’s but still indescribable. He pulled the smaller boy over onto his lap. His hands came to rest at the small of the other boy’s back, holding him close.
His hungry mouth roamed over Ryou’s jaw and back to nibble on the delicate flesh behind his ear. The softer boy moaned slightly.
He inhaled deeply, taking in the light scent of his hair before continuing his quest down the column of his throat and over his shoulder, alternating between biting, sucking and kissing.
Ryou raked his nails over his chest, digging them in whenever he bit down.
Yami Bakura just sat back, watching them. He was slightly awed at the sight. His two lovers looked absolutely beautiful together, pleasure and desire etched on their boyish features.
Little shivers would run through his veins whenever one of them would moan or whimper. The anxious sounds were like instant fire to his system and seeing them together like that only intensified it.
He could think of nothing he’d rather do than watch them this way. Well, actually, that wasn’t entirely true; but he was content to watch them gradually explore each other, taking their time to note every detail to memory. Offhandedly, he wished that he had taken the time to do the same but when the passion had taken a hold of him the way it had, he had been incapable of any sort of patience. He was still a bit shaken by the way he had completely lost control earlier. And the way that Joey had responded in kind had only seemed to increase the overwhelming need that had enveloped him. He’d never been so without caution before. He’d lost all restraint and hadn’t even bothered preparing the blonde boy for what had been to come though he’d known it had been his first time.
What’s more, Joey hadn’t seemed at all concerned with the lack of preparation. He’d given himself to him without hesitation, taking all the pain, enjoying it, craving it and even more, returning it.
The hot water caused the scratches that littered his body to sting but it was a pleasant ache.
Joey groaned as Ryou’s hands slipped down his front to stroke him.
His water-slicked hand moved easily over him though his grip was still firm. The blonde arched up under him, straining for more contact.
Ryou lifted himself up slightly then lowered, encasing the flaxen haired boy with searing heat. Joey gasped at the new, and incredible, sensation.
He looked at the smaller boy in awe when he was fully seated. He was having trouble breathing and the feeling of being inside him this way was amazing.
Ryou rocked slightly and he couldn’t help the strangled groan that escaped his lips. His fingers pressed firmly into the softer boy’s thighs, guiding him instinctively, urging him to go faster.
The pressure built steadily until Joey was certain he was going to die from the shear pleasure of it; if he didn’t turn to ashes first.
Tired with just watching, Yami Bakura wrapped his arms around his light half’s waist. He grasped the boy’s length letting his hand run up and down it, increasing the building tension until Ryou cried out, releasing violently with a half moan/half scream.
Feeling the pastel-haired boy spasming around him had Joey falling over the edge as well.
Ryou collapsed limply on top of him placing tiny, butterfly kisses on his shoulder.
His Yami came around from behind him, licking at his fingers like a satisfied cat cleaning its paw. Joey swallowed deeply at the sight.
Daringly, he reached out, grabbing the fiend by the wrist, bringing his hand to his face and licked his fingers, slowly drawing them into his mouth.
He could taste Ryou’s release still on his skin and he sucked lightly at the digits, trying to get more of the flavor.
Yami Bakura’s eyes went dangerously dark as he allowed the blonde to clean his hand.
Soon the sucks and licks turned into little kisses and they began to span across his palm then to the pulse point at his wrist. He was drawn closer as they moved up his arm to his shoulder and finally the base of his neck where he nuzzled him affectionately. Bakura nearly smiled at the display.
He brought a hand up to run it through Joey’s hair, twining the strands around his fingers.
Ryou, still sitting on Joey’s lap, watched them with interest before, with an impish thought; he reached over and grabbed the soap
It was a while later before the three boys collapsed, exhausted, onto Ryou’s bed.
I get weak
when you’re next to me
Weak when
we touch
Weak when
I look in your eyes
I get weak
when you’re next to me
Weak from
this love
I can’t
speak when I look in your eyes
I get weak
~~Owari~~
Ken:……. What the hell happened?!
:Dai-na:…..I…..Don’t…know……….
Yamato: What do you mean you don’t know?! You wrote it!
Dai-na: It’s not my fault! I couldn’t stop it!!!
Ken: Well the next chapters better not get so out of hand
Dai-na: (shudders) God, I hope not……… Well, anyway. That’s the first chapter of AEN. I’ve started working on the next chapter of S&S but I don’t know when I’ll get it out.
I really have no idea what to do with it. Feel free to offer suggestions. After all, these guys are really no help
Ken & Yamato: Hey!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hope you enjoyed it.