Disclaimer: I don’t own them. If I did I wouldn’t be dirt-poor, living in a one-bedroom apartment with two other people and three cats!!

Y. Bakura: Was it really necessary to tell them that?

Dai-na: No, probably not ……

Y. Bakura:……… Baka

Dai-na: -_-;;;;;;; Anyways, I’ve decided that this is going to be the last chapter of AEN. I have a lot of other stories that I want to start and I need to get this out of the way to do this.

Y. Bakura: Plus you’re just lazy.

Dai-na: True. But anyway, this chapter won’t be nearly as rushed as the ending of S&S (I hope) and, like most of my other chapters, I’m making this up as I go along so please bear with me. Also, I extremely liked Sakura-chan’s review of this and decided to implement some of her suggestions into this ^__^ So, anyway, on with the story!!

And Everything Nice: Finale

By: Dai-onna

Joey paused for a moment to catch his breath as he stood outside the door of Ryou’s house. He’d run all the way, wanting to spend as much of the day as possible with his two loves. He knocked on the door and waited expectantly, frowning when no one answered. He scowled up at Ryou’s window and glanced at his watch. It was rather early, especially for him, but Ryou was usually up by now. He decided that this was as good a time as any to make good use of his newfound connection to the other two.
‘Hey, is anyone gonna let me in or am I gonna stand out here waiting all day?’
Sure enough he heard muffled noises from inside the house and blinked innocently when Bakura pulled the door open, scowling at him. He had long since become immune to the threatening look and placed a quick kiss on the other’s nose, causing him to sputter in indignation. With a huff, Bakura pulled away from the doorway, allowing him inside and shutting the door behind him. He smiled brightly and pulled the smaller boy against him, startling the other, before leaning down to kiss him deeply. Bakura moaned against his mouth and fought him for dominance, which he gave easily, not caring as long as the other boy’s mouth was pressed firm against his. He fisted his hands into the fiend’s platinum hair, grasping tightly to the silken strands.
He moaned in appreciation as Bakura’s tongue invaded his mouth, conquering it and clung tightly to the other boy, not wanting to let go.
There was a discreet coughing from the stairs and he pulled away to see Ryou standing there amused, watching them intently. He grinned brightly and reached out, grabbing the other boy and pulling him close, one hand still entwined in Bakura’s hair. He pulled Ryou against him and kissed him, just as he had the other. He ran his tongue over the other’s lips, coaxing them apart and delved forward, claiming his mouth completely with the ease of familiarity. The taste of him, just like his dark counterpart, was intoxicating to say the least. He moaned in disappointment when Ryou pulled away. The smaller boy startling the other two by dragging them up the stairs. Joey looked over at Bakura, questioningly. The darker boy just shrugged.
The lighter boy led them into the bedroom and shut the door, locking it with a finality. Joey and Bakura once again exchanged confused looks and turned to Ryou questioningly. The boy gave them a pointed look.
"Do you see the sun out that window?" He asked, pointing to the window across the room and Joey blinked a little in surprise. He and Bakura both nodded. Ryou’s look grew firmer and he grew infinitely more curious.
"Neither of you are leaving this room until you can’t anymore." Joey blinked once again, startled, but then a huge grin split his face and he turned to the fiend who looked equally amused. He went over to Ryou and looped his arms around his neck, pulling him close against him. The smaller boy’s body was warm and soft and fit perfectly against his.
"I can live with that." He murmured, already looking forward to what the day would hold. He felt a firm hand at his back and turned to find himself staring into dark, chocolate-colored eyes; the expression in them matching that of the boy he held. Bakura trailed his hand down his spine lightly and his shivered at the delicious feeling that it invoked. The dark fiend gave his light half a feline smile.
Joey reached out an arm and wrapped it around the dark one’s waist while still holding Ryou close against him and he leaned down to kiss the Hikari’s lips, brushing his own over them slowly, sensually, coaxing his lips apart so that he could drink from him. It had been too long for him since he had been with his two lovers and he needed them desperately. Not just in the physical sense, though he was bordering on a state of painful desire, but just having them there, with him, a part of him, it wasn’t hard to realize that he’d been incomplete without them.
He pulled away from the other’s enticing mouth, pausing only a moment to pull in a ragged breath before moving the collar of Ryou’s shirt aside and claiming the boy’s neck with a ferocious hunger. In the back of his mind he heard Bakura chuckle darkly and the sound sent potent ripples of desire through him, arousing him just as greatly as the pleading moans that were torn from Ryou’s mouth. The skin of his neck was soft and supple, the taste of it effecting him to the core. He ran his mouth over it ruthlessly, ravaging the tender flesh under the onslaught of his lips and teeth.
Ryou’s hands clung desperately to the material of his shirt and he pressed the other boy up against the wall, giving him more leverage over him. He wasted no time in slipping his hands beneath the hem of Ryou’s shirt, running his hands over the creamy expanse of the boy’s chest, the smooth, soft skin appealing to his fingers. He loved the way that Ryou felt, under his hands or pressed against him, the other boy was simply perfect. Both boys were completely above him but, loving them as much as he did, he couldn’t really seem to care.
He brushed the pad of him thumb over one of Ryou’s taut nipples and nearly groaned himself at the sound that the other made. Something about the way the other boy moaned and whimpered was incredibly arousing and he’d be damned if there was anything that he could do about it. Not that he was complaining. Ryou’s hands moved downward from his waist, relinquishing his shirt, and slid them down boldly to cup his rear, pulling that part of him even tighter against him, making it clear just how much he wanted him. The pale-hared boy moaned in appreciation and shifted, brushing his thigh against him. He bit down on the other’s throat to keep from crying out.
He jolted when he felt Bakura’s arms wrap around his waist from behind and the fiend began to rain small, teasing kisses along the back of his neck. He cursed the other a million ways to hell for his teasing; all the while silently begging that he wouldn’t stop.
He leaned back against the other boy, taking in the warmth from him. He continued to ravage Ryou’s throat, on hand moving to unbutton his shirt while the other continued to toy with his chest. He pulled the offensive garment aside and roamed over him with his mouth, devouring him. He took him in completely, absorbing his entire essence into him.
Bakura’s hands ran over his thighs, raking his hands over him through the material of his jeans. He groaned loudly and pressed back into him. He could feel the other’s desire burning into his back and it only served to increase his own sweet torment.
His hands ripped at the waistband of Ryou’s pants, any thought of patience of finesse gone, as his mind fogged with untamed desire. It reminded him of that first time, on the couch with Bakura; and remembering it made him want it even more. That reckless abandon, that wild, surging passion that overwhelmed and consumed him. He growled softly, the heat coursing through his body, as Bakura’s hands slid up the front of his thighs. The quick shot of painful desire jolted him enough to manage to pull away from the two boys. However much he wanted them at that moment, he wasn’t about to take Ryou up against the wall. Though he’d certainly given it some serious thought for a moment there. Ryou, as it was, was quivering slightly against the wall, overtaken with need and when he’d pulled away the smaller boy had whimpered plaintively.
He was panting heavily and had one arm pressed against the wall, supporting him. Bakura was still leaning over him, close, a deep intent in his eyes. Joey gave him a weak smirk and shook his head, willing his legs to take him across the room so that he could sit down on the bed that had become as familiar as his own. His left an open invitation in his eyes, beckoning the two over to him. An invitation that Bakura took him up on. The darker boy had a cool composed look him that Joey desperately wanted to rid him of. He knew firsthand just how passionate the other boy could be and he loved seeing it. He sat at the edge of the bed and Bakura stood between his legs, looking down at him. For a moment they just stood there watching one another. Joey thought that Bakura looked like some kind of cat, sleek and sophisticated. The grin on his lips widened when he thought that he knew just how to make the other purr.
He reached out and grabbed the other by the wrists, encircling them with his hands, and pulled him close with a hard tug, sending them both falling back onto the bed, Bakura splayed out on top of him. Before the other had a chance to recover he buried his hands in the other’s spiky hair and crushed his mouth hard against his. The second the other started to respond to his lips he removed his hands from his hair and grabbed his shirt, yanking it open and spreading his hands across the pale flesh. He could feel the firm muscles beneath his hands, more powerful than Ryou, but equally enticing. He moaned into Bakura’s mouth as the fiends hands began to assault his own clothes, nearly trying to rip them from his body.
Ryou watched them from where he was, still leaning against the wall, his body overwrought with small tremors of need. He let his tongue dart across his lips, wetting them, still able to taste the blonde on them. He watched them attack one another with a savagery that he’d only just himself felt when Joey had had him pinned to the wall. He desperately wished that he hadn’t pulled away. With a steadying breath he moved forward, his legs unsteady beneath him and made his way slowly over to the bed, fully intent on joining the other two. He stopped halfway and smirked, a gesture greatly reminiscent of his Yami, as he spotted something on the floor that had been carelessly discarded the previous night. He went over to it and picked it up, careful that the other’s didn’t see him. He was truly more like his Yami than even he had suspected until recently. He took another moment to watch the other two appreciatively, loving the way they moved together; no pattern or predictability. It seemed that every time with those two was like the first time. Trying his best to suppress the hungry smirk that painted his lips and went over to the bed, his one hand cleverly hidden behind his back.
Kneeling on the bed beside them he pulled his Yami’s shirt from his shoulders, slowly exposing his skin, and traced his fingers over the outline of the muscles in his back. He ran his hand over the other’s heated skin with a well acquired patience, drawing small frustrated groans from his dark half.
Without warning, he tackled his Yami from off of the blond, pinning him beneath him and wasting no time in grabbing his wrists and trapping the above his head. He wasn’t as strong as his Yami but the other had little intention of putting up a fight. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Joey giving him a half startled, half intrigued look and knew that he saw the item he still held in his hand.

The previous day Ryou had taken to cleaning out the storage room in their house and had found some of his dad’s old excavation supplies, including a coil of rope that his Yami had taken an explicit interest in. He gave Joey a conspiratorial look and the blonde smirked back at him and crawled up next to him, holding Bakura’s arms in place while Ryou tied them to the headboard.
Bakura’s eyes went wide when he realized what they were doing but only tugged at his bonds half-heartedly. He was just as, if not more excited by it than the other two were, as well as by the dominant role that his light half seemed to have adopted. Ryou grinned down at him and ran his hands, feather-light, over the other’s exposed chest. Bakura growled a little, frustrated and arched beneath him, straining for more contact. Tauntingly, he shifted his position on his other half’s thigh, granting him the slightest bit of friction that only tormented him.
Bakura hissed at the new position that his light had taken and fought for more contact. He hadn’t known that Ryou could be so sadistic. A part of him was proud. A part of him was turned on. And a part of him wanted to scream in frustration. He bucked against Ryou, hoping to either toss him or to gain more contact with the other. His pants were now way too tight and the feel of them, combined with the feel of Ryou’s teasing was maddening. Beside him, Joey had taken up Ryou’s plight as well and had begun running his hands up and down his bare sides, as well as over his legs. He glared at the blonde through his half-lidded eyes and gasped a little when Ryou’s fingers brushed over one of the hard, flat nubs on his chest, causing small sparks to flood his system. He looked up at Ryou and saw the smug look in his other’s eyes, as well as the slight blush that stained his cheeks. He wanted to smile at that. Some things never changed. He felt Ryou’s hands move to the waistband of his pants, deftly unbuckling them and parting them, pulling the jeans from his legs. He hissed a little as the cool air of the room hit his fevered skin. He was relieved to have the confining material removed from him but have Ryou’s denim-clad legs straddling his thighs, the slightly rough material rubbing against his unprotected skin seemed to make it that much worse.
Joey’s hands were continuing to make their way along his legs, over his thighs and knees, even down over his calves, setting his skin ablaze wherever he touched. He growled deep in his throat and sent Joey a purposeful look. He could hear the blond boy chuckling in his ‘Something wrong Bakura?’ He heard the blonde’s mocking tone in his head and he wanted to throttle him. Or kiss him. Either way.
Why are you toying with me? Why not Ryou? He demanded of the other boy. He knew he sounded pathetic but at the moment t he was too indulged in the sensations that the other's were provoking in him to care. Joey's laughter filled his head once more.
'Don't worry, I have plans for him as well.' Had he not been more than a little distracted, Bakura might have been curious as to just what those plans were but Ryou's hands, toying with the beaded nipples on his chest, were just a little too distracting. He arched again beneath Ryou.

Dammit, stop teasing me! He shouted in his mind, making sure that they both heard him. He could see Ryou wince at the volume and felt a slight satisfaction but it was quickly overshadowed when his light slipped a hand between him to stroke him lightly, his manner still teasing. He hissed slightly and bucked his hips, sending the other a nearly pleading look. He didn't heed it and Joey took it upon himself to avert the fiend's attention. He crawled up to him and leaned over him, kissing him deeply. Bakura moaned into his mouth appreciatively as their tongues dueled. He broke the kiss with a gasp when, surprisingly, Ryou's mouth closed around him. The unexpected heat had him crying out in shock and pleasure. He bit down on Joey's lip that was once again brushing over his, drawing blood. He lapped at the crimson fluid lightly. He shivered at the sensations that Ryou's mouth was causing in him and he once again fought to free his hands with no luck. He whimpered a little against the blonde's mouth, something that he would be mortified about later.

Joey chuckled a little at the other's pleading and pulled his mouth from his lips, moving down to the other's chest and taking one of the nipples between his lips, running his tongue over it. The other shivered beneath him and moaned loudly, crying out wordlessly as he came into his light half's mouth. Bakura fell limply back against the mattress, panting heavily. He turned and looked at Ryou who was licking his lips with a feline satisfaction. With a rich burst of laughter that only comes from true contentment, he reached out and pulled Ryou up to him. He kissed the other deeply tasting Bakura's essence that still remained on his lips and leaned back against the bed, bringing him down with him.

With a glance to his side he smiled and reached up, unbinding Bakura's wrist and pulling him a little closer. Bakura leaned into him, a little bit weak, as he continued to kiss Ryou, unable to get enough of his sweet, provocative mouth.

He pulled Ryou's already unbuckled pants from his thighs and ran his gaze over him appreciatively, causing the other to blush. He slid his hands over the other boy's thighs, caressing them softly. The smaller boy moaned in appreciation and pressed down into him, his hands tearing at Joey's shirt. He grinned a little and slid his hands down over the other's back, over his butt, massaging him lightly. Ryou gasped and his hands were at Joey's pants immediately, his shirt forgotten.

Ryou whimpered a little when his Yami's arms came from behind him and pulled him off of Joey, into a seated position. He leaned back against his other, squirming in his lap tauntingly. He yelped with the dark one bit into his shoulder.

Joey quickly shrugged out of his shirt and pulled his pants off, crawling over to sit in front of Ryou and Bakura. He framed Ryou's face in his hand and leaned in, running his tongue over the other's cheek. Ryou whimpered under the onslaught of his mouth and reached out to him but Bakura held his light in place. His hands roamed patiently across the span of the smaller boy's chest, feeling his heart pounding wildly beneath his fingertips. He ran his mouth over the other boy's face and then down over his neck and throat. He could feel Ryou trying to escape his Yami's hold and laughed huskily against his skin. He spared a quick glance up at Bakura who was watching him intently, desire once again gleemed in his chocolate eyes. He licked, suckled and bit at Ryou's delicate flesh, driving the pale-haired boy wild. Ryou was soon thrashing about in Bakura's arms and whimpering with desperate need.

Joey nodded to Bakura to release him and laid the smaller one out on the bed, covering his lithe form with his own. He brought his fingers to his lips and covered them liberally with Saliva as he settled between his thighs. Ryou gave him a look of impatience that had him smiling and he nipped playfully at the other's thigh, causing him to cry out a little.

Deftly he pressed two fingers into the other boy, startling him, and he heard Ryou's quick intake of breath before he began pushing back against his fingers. Joey licked his lips at the other's eagerness and thoroughly prepared him before replacing his fingers with his own throbbing arousal. He hissed slightly and rolled his eyes back at the feeling of being inside the other. It was something that he wasn't certain that he'd ever get used to. Ryou cried out softly in a mix of pleasure and discomfort but pulled him as close as possible. He claimed Ryou's lips fiercely, his tongue imitating his thrusts as he moved inside the other.

Bakura watched them leisurely, occasionally toying with one of them, running his hands over them as they moved together. He loved watching them almost as much as he loved being with them and he was hard-pressed to leave them be. He would have his turn soon enough, he thought, eyeing his blonde love.

Ryou writhed and moaned beneath Joey, gasping whenever the other boy brushed against that pulsating bundle of nerves, causing bright light to flash behind his eyes. He dug his nails into the other's shoulders, clinging for support. Having Joey inside of him was incredible and, like being with his Yami, he never got enough of it. He thrust his hip harder against the other boy, his own arousal rubbing again the blonde's stomach, and bit down on his lips. When Joey's hand drifted between them, to stroke him firmly everything came crashing down on him and he cried out, raking his nails across the other's back, and whimpered as the waves of his release shuddered over him.

Joey groaned as Ryou inner walls clenched around him and with one final deep thrust he let himself go, collapsing over the other boy. He lay there breathing heavily for a moment, his entire body thrumming when adrenaline and desire and he looked at Ryou's face, his eyes half lidded, a dreamy contentment settled over them. He looked over at Bakura and contentment was the last thing that he thought of when he stared into the other's eyes. He swallowed deeply and moved off of Ryou, reaching a hand out to the fiend.

Bakura took his hand and moved over to him, claiming his lips softly. The tenderness of it startled Joey and he sighed softly, leaning into the kiss.

His eyes went wide and he yelped sharply when the darker on bit down hard on his lip. Bakura took advantage of the situation and plundered his mouth with his tongue, taking all that he had. Joey allowed himself to be pressed back into the mattress with little resistance and shifted against the other, his desire quickly renewing. Bakura chucked darkly against his lips, the sound of it reverberating in his head and making him desire the other more.

He snaked his arms around the other's waist, pulling him down so that his arms no longer supported him. Joey didn't mind the weight of the other on top of him, savoring the delicious feeling of the other pressed against him completely. His entire body began to throb with need and he mewled softly, pleading with the other to take him quickly. Bakura was more than willing to oblige. He began to lick at his fingers, dampening them when Joey grabbed his wrist and shook his head.

"No, just take me. Please." He begged softly.

Bakura was startled by the plea. He hadn't once took the other without preparing him since that first time, something that still shook him to think about, but he couldn't deny the desperation in the other's eyes, or in his own body. He captured Joey's mouth ruthlessly, at the same time surging forward, filling the other boy with one thrust. He heard the blonde boy cry out at the sudden intrusion and shivered beneath him, his body warring with the pain and pleasure. He ran his hands over the other's body, stroking and caressing him, distracting him from the discomfort. He hissed deeply when Joey moved against him, taking him deeper, urging him to move. The licks of fire that filled his blood were making it hard for him to think straight. He moved inside of the other, slowly at first; more to maintain his own control than to try and be gentle with the other. When he was certain that he wouldn't shatter immediately, he picked up the pace, complying to the blonde's moans for him to go faster. Joey's legs wrapped around his waist, forcing him to go deeper and striking the nerve cluster inside of him that had the blonde thrashing wildly beneath him.

Biting the inside of his cheek to keep his own pleasure in check, he stroked the blonde, coaxing whimpers and throaty moans from his until finally he came, crying out Bakura's name. Bakura let himself go, falling onto the bed and pulling the blonde into his arms. Joey snuggled against him and he felt Ryou move up beside him. wrapping his arms around him.

He sighed softly to himself, contented as he drifted off into a contented sleep.

The rest of the day had past in much the same fashion and so had the week for that matter. Everyone was overjoyed at the news of Seto and Yugi's engagement; even Tea had shed a few tears on their behalf. The idea of it seemed so impossible to Joey, that barely over a month ago, Seto had barely spent time with anybody, hadn't even been friends with Yugi and Yami, and now they were all so desperately in love that it would take a crowbar to pry them apart.

And as for he, Ryou and Bakura, well it all still seemed like a dream to him. He could remember so clearly how stunned he'd been when Bakura had first come on to him. It was hard to believe that they're whole relationship had been set in motion because Tea had made some stupid comment about the tomb robber's hair. But it didn't matter to him how it had happened, he was just glad that it had.

They'd all had a shaky start it seemed, none of them quite knowing what to do with each other. He couldn't even begin to imagine now, Bakura ever laying a hand on Ryou in a way that wasn't purely lovingly and, while he still may be rude, indifferent, and sometimes cruel to everyone else, Bakura had come to seem almost normal when they were alone. So everything had worked out okay for them so far.

And as for their future?

Joey chuckled softly and patted his pocket, feeling the ring that he had meticulously picked out only hours ago.

Well, only time would tell.

~~Owari~~

Dai-na: *Blinks* wow.... that was different. That has to be the longest lemon scene I've ever written.

Y. Bakura: It was written a little different too.

Dai-na: Yeah, I think RPing has desensitised me to lemons.

Y. Bakura: Well, at least something good has come out of it.

Dai-na: *Glares* Shut up. Well, anyway. That's the end of the story. I may just do a sequel to this and S&S sometime in the future, but not for a while. I have a lot of other stories in the works and they're taking long enough as it is. Now I know what Digipuppy meant when she told me that RPing really zaps your creativity. yeash.

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