Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Echo In My Mind ❯ Chapter 4

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`On a cobweb

Afternoon
In a room full of emptiness
By a freeway

I confess
I was lost in the pages'

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Ryou was technically the youngest of the Bakura siblings, born a frail child; he nevertheless was a joyous bundle of nervous curiosity. From the moment he had become aware of his surroundings, the boy had been completely infatuated with the idea of becoming just like his elder siblings; the renegade, hardheaded Akeifa, and the soft-spoken, loving Amane, who happened to be Ryou's twin sister born a full minute before him.

 

Utilizing his role as leader of the trio to the fullest, Akeifa was the embodiment of every stereotypical elder brother, from tormenting the hell out of the younglings, to fighting tooth and nail to defend them from anyone who even blinked wrongly at his beloved siblings. The family as a whole grew up typically, there were fights, there were celebrations, but they remained content overall, relying on one another when problems arose, and helping each other cope when they decided on the move from their home in England to the faraway land of Japan. No one had been as excited about the alteration as Akeifa. He had long awaited a change to the constant drizzling of his environment, and Akeifa had been the one to beg and plead his mother to accept his father's idea, even teaching the twins to blink those damnably irresistible puppy dog eyes on cue whenever discussion was made about the impending move. And then one day the lady of the household gave in with an exasperated, and yet wholly amused, smile.

 

Plans were settled, flight tickets bought, and Akeifa prided himself in knowing he had been the one to enact such a drastic change to the family's life.

 

It was because of this that everyone had expected him to take the tragedy the hardest.

 

They hadn't been living in Tokyo more than a week before the family found itself shattered. Their mother had insisted on making dinner from scratch one evening, and in planning such, she had taken it upon herself to buy what was necessary before her husband came home, taking the twins along and reminding Akeifa to lock the door and open it only after checking through the eyehole should anyone knock. The boy did just that when his father arrived from work, recounting where his mother and siblings were, and sharing the puzzlement as to why the three were still not back.

 

Hours drifted by, worry mounted, and when his father reentered the home after going out to look for his wife and other children himself, he entered the home with tear streaked cheeks and only a glassy eyed Ryou in his arms. Having been barraged with questions, forced to relive the details of his mother and sister's deaths as he sputtered what he could to the authorities, Ryou was salvaged by his father just as numbness had begun to settle over the child's mind. The boy had fallen into such a blind, emotionless, repetitive cycle, that he thought nothing of it to ask his elder brother if he wished to know just how their mother had screamed, how their sister had fallen, or how he had run away to hide from the red rain that pooled around their bodies. Akeifa would hear nothing of it, violently shutting his eyes and storming to his room to silently pack his things again, a self-loathing he had never known to exist permanently nesting in the broken spaces of his heart.

 

No words passed between them for months after that, the youngest boy merely watching with a far away fascination as his father and brother pieced what they could of their crushed lives. The move to a smaller city was unanimously accepted, no one held objections, and no one was tempted to go back to their native land where more prominent memories resided. Domino was a strange place, busy and serene all at once, it helped the Bakuras mend more than they realized, enough so that conversation once more crossed between Akeifa and his father, and while the eldest sibling did eventually learn to set aside his anger and control temperamental explosions, the youngest male remained caught in a silent spell that neither of the other two insisted on breaking.

 

Counseling was eventually suggested once Ryou entered school again, his teachers agreeing to the fact the boy was bright, but his unnecessary mute behavior could be tolerated for only so long. Entering him in a therapeutic counseling center, Ryou eventually progressed to interacting with his counselor, offering small laughter and one word responses that flourished into hushed sentences of multiple words. Months rolled into a year, and while Akeifa and their father never reflected their anxiousness as they waited to see, or rather hear, the results of the young boy's counseling, Ryou knew he would have to one day muster the will to say something, anything to them, preferably so he could tell them the one thing the young boy regarded as a special secret.

 

And as glad as his brother and father were the day the youngest boy finally decided to speak to them, what he said from that moment on proved to be another change in their lives that the Bakuras still had difficulty adjusting to.

 

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`Of a book

Full of death
Reading how we'll die alone
And if we're good

We'll lay to rest
Anywhere we want to go'

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Mariku blinked a moment, utterly confused as he tried to take in everything the younger Egyptian had just finished telling him, and even when he seemed about ready to say something, he would blink and shake his head, glancing at Bakura as though uncertain whether or not to question the validity of Yami's tale.

 

“I know, it's a bit much to take in, but that's everything you can know.” The scarlet-eyed boy smiled, shrugging a shoulder as he tapped lightly on the tallest man's knee.

 

“I…” Violet eyes blinked slowly, glancing at the pale man across from him in slight puzzlement before deciding on what to ask. “So, Ryou… he's crazy?” Obviously his sensitivity to the topic was lacking.

 

“My brother is -not- crazy.” There was a furious tone to Bakura's snap, mahogany eyes riddled with anger at such an accusation. It was bad enough his boyfriend had so freely allowed this stranger to know so much, but as much of a wonderful sight he was for the eyes, Mariku was still nothing more than an intruder who knew more than the pale, unwilling host was comfortable with.

 

“Kura…” His young lover frowned pleadingly with Bakura, leaving the other Egyptian's side to stand and wrap his slender arms around the pale man's neck, Yami resting his head on the hard chest that willingly softened as Bakura sighed away a sliver of his tension. “Anyway, Ryou's not crazy… I never said he was.” Offering an understanding smile to Mariku from across the room, the tricolor haired boy sighed and brushed a kiss on his boyfriend's jaw when he felt Bakura grumble. “He has dissociative identity disorder.”

 

“Yeah, I got that. Now what does this have to do with the fact he thinks he's a girl?” Mariku received a deadly glare from the pale man once more, an impressive growl slithering past Bakura's clenched teeth. The Egyptian antagonized the other only to test his limits, there was little chance of Mariku physically going very far with the pale man unless he understood and clarified Bakura's reactions to varying degrees of threat. So far, there was little to worry about other than violent hostility and promised revenge should the taller of the two decide to approach Bakura too soon, both qualities that Mariku was certain he could handle seamlessly.

 

Yami blinked innocently to all this, the exchange between the men ignored as he was confident Bakura wouldn't harm the other in his presence, all the same the boy was sure to secure his hold on his lover's waist now for a firmer grip. “Like I mentioned earlier, he doesn't think he's a girl. Ryou has multiple personalities, well… two extra personalities if we want to be specific. One represents his mother; the other is his sister, Amane. A psychologist Ryou went to for a while believes that he was traumatized severely when he witnessed his mother and sister's deaths, and in order to cope, his mind created these extra personalities.”

 

“And how can you be certain he really isn't possessed?” Wiggling his fingers in mockery of scary tales, Mariku grinned to himself as he offhandedly shook his head. “You said yourself that he has a vast interest in occults, what if he went and bewitched himself into entrapping their souls within his body?”

 

Silence followed the Egyptian's statement, the pair across from him having to faintly wonder if perhaps it was Mariku's turn to visit the psychiatric ward, or return to one, as Bakura was thinking.

 

“I… um… No.” Yami's brow creased thoughtfully as he shook his head, a puzzled smile offered to the wild haired man as the boy shrugged. “I mean, I really don't think so. It's a thought, but I think it's safer to follow what the doctors have diagnosed him with.” He giggled at the seemingly perplexed expression on Mariku's face, and feeling a swell of pity for his fellow Egyptian, Yami withdrew from his lover to once again join Mariku's side, sitting himself beside the gold-clad man, and thoughtlessly allowing himself to be held close.

 

A now overly triumphant grin on his face, Mariku was certain to wink teasingly at the internally fuming pale man now left alone across the room once more. An arm slid around the boy's waist to hold him firmly in place, Yami apparently enjoying the physical comfort as he snuggled against the taller's side and smiled impishly up at Mariku with a faint blush. “Now… my final question, if you don't mind.”

 

“Please… Continue to prod into what isn't any of your fucking business, I insist.”

 

“Bakura!” The boy immediately began to apologize to Mariku for his boyfriend's rude language, throwing the pale man a pouting frown in distaste.

 

“It's damn true, Yami. He has no right to know any of it. And stop apologizing for me! This bastard doesn't deserve it any more than he deserves to be in -our- apartment. So what if he gave me a ride home? Does this mean I should tell my life story to every fucking taxi driver too? They'd be doing the same favor, ne? Oh, but wait, perhaps I should invite them over for dinner as well? Why not send out invitations too? Really make it worth while?”

 

He didn't mean to raise his voice, especially not at the boy, but the irritation that had been building throughout the afternoon had finally snapped. It had been difficult enough to deal with the Egyptian's disregard for respect when he had all but molested Bakura earlier, had then waltzed into his home, dared to touch and hold Yami, and then be informed of Bakura's family, but for that smart assed prick to blatantly ask for more? No. It was just too much.

 

“…Akeifa… Pl-please, stop shouting…”

 

Vehemently pulling on his jacket, Bakura growled as he shot the blond Egyptian a vile glare, purposefully avoiding locking gazes with Yami though as he didn't wish to see the boy in tears, as he most probably was close to it if the boy's quivering voice was any indication. “I'm going to go get my damn car, the streets should be all open now, and I don't want it being keyed up by some damn cop.” Not waiting to listen to his lover's protests, Bakura escaped the apartment, the thud of the door shutting harshly echoing in the room long after he had reached the lobby and stormed away on foot.

 

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`In your house I long to be
Room by room

Patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone

I'll wait for you there
Alone'

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Although he had wisely kept silent during Bakura's outburst, Mariku was quick to swoop to the rescue once the pale man had left. Immediately enveloping the trembling boy beside him in his arms, the Egyptian smiled to himself at the odd twists of fate that continuously made such opportune moments arise. Strangely enough though, he couldn't help but feel genuine concern for the boy as the sobs Yami tried to bravely hold back made his body tremble pathetically along with jagged hiccups.

 

Since when had feelings ever become an issue?

 

Mariku certainly couldn't really care about what the boy was wailing about; all he was interested in was a mind blowing fuck with the almost amusingly disturbed couple whose apartment he admittedly self-invited himself within. Although all the trouble he was going through for just a single night was a hell of a lot more than he had bargained for, there he was and remained, crooning mother-tongue words to soothe the scarlet-eyed boy cradled in his arms, a pang of worry nestled in his thoughts as he wondered when Bakura would return.

 

Not that he had any doubt that Bakura would be fine, but the natural light outside was dimming, shadows more prominently cloaking the streets, and it was one hell of a walk back to where he and the paler had met. What if he got lost? Or what if he never returned? Mariku certainly couldn't live with a guilt such as that, breaking apart relationships wasn't his forte, comfortably nestling himself between them was, and Bakura and Yami's relationship was one he couldn't help but admire and secretly wish he could join for more than a night.

 

Oh hell.

 

Not stopping on the soft circles he was rubbing into the smaller male's back, Mariku's brow creased as he tried to recall the exact time in which his lust-riddled infatuation with the lovebirds had decided to turn into something deeper, an almost-crush with enough definition to make the Egyptian roll his eyes at himself. How horridly pathetic. He couldn't even remember ever having such feelings for another, much less two others, and now that he did and recognized them, Mariku mentally groaned. This was proving to be the most complicated romp he had ever attempted, and something told him it wouldn't be ending with just one night anyway.

 

The sniffles at his neck eventually drew the blonde's attention from his thoughts, Mariku sighing and blinking solemnly at the puffy eyed boy in his arms, Yami looking infinitely smaller than when he had been secured in Bakura's arms. ”Ano… are you alright now?” He received a loud sniff and nod, smiling crookedly as he tapped the boy's nose playfully. “Then go on and smile for me, darling. Unless you were lying?” The curious blink of red eyes was followed by a shaky twitch of the boy's lips, a weak smile achieved when the taller managed to steal a kiss to Yami's forehead. “There… I knew you had it in you.”

 

Eventually even the sniffles died away, Yami shakily leading the other to join him in the kitchen, where they proceeded to make that dinner Bakura had been all too set against. In reality, all Mariku did was watch and hand over whatever the boy asked for, but some conversation blossomed, and it soon felt as though there had never been that awkward patch of interruption.

 

“I still don't get it…” Mariku absentmindedly commented to himself, nibbling on a carrot the boy had playfully placed at his lips. He continued with his half-thought out question when Yami gave him a curious look. “Well, it's what I was going to ask earlier. What was so funny about Amane, er, Ryou, stating that he… she?... Was pregnant?”

 

Giggles sprouted once more from the boy, who shook his head while serving them both and placing their plates at the table. “Aside from the obvious that a boy can't have babies? Well…” Yami grinned while tugging the taller off his perch atop the counters to sit at the table, motioning the Egyptian to eat while he did the same. “Ryou has a boyfriend, met him during one of the group sessions his counselor insists he go to. Except when they met, it had been Amane who attended the session, Amane who accepted the guy's number, and Amane who went out with him. Since Amane and Ryou were and are so alike, at least that's what Kura tells me, it's difficult for even those who do know Ryou, and what's up with him, to tell the difference between Amane and Ryou. Now, their mother didn't approve of this guy, especially when he tried to kiss Amane, who then became shy and let Ryou take it, who then fell in love with the guy because it was Ryou's first kiss. Amane was jealous her brother got his first kiss before her, and then accused the guy, who was really confused by Ryou's sudden burst of arguing with himself, of cheating on her with her brother. Then their mother came out to scold the guy for hurting her daughter's feelings, Amane reappeared to slap the guy twice, and Ryou was left to try and explain the whole deal to the then frightened guy.”

 

“You're making my head spin, darling. You can skip any more details, where's this heading?” Mariku sounded just about as confused as he felt, a helpless smile offered to the boy to coax Yami into just wrapping the illusive humor up.

 

Sighing and feigning an exasperated look, which he quickly replaced with a grin, the scarlet-eyed boy nodded and chewed what vegetables were in his mouth before continuing. “Alright, well things worked out, the guy says he loves Amane and Ryou equally, and their mother stays out of things most of the time anyway. The funny part is that Amane's rather feisty while Ryou's very tame… which led into conflict once sex came up.” Yami giggled and couldn't help the blush on his cheeks at just saying the word, lowering his head as he took a drink to settle his amusement. “Ryou came to Kura a while back begging him to talk to Amane since she wanted to sleep with their boyfriend and their mother was taking her side since she wanted grandchildren. Kura talked to Amane and told her not to go against what Ryou wished since it was essentially his body, that and he didn't believe they were old enough to do such anyway… Amane accused Kura of taking Ryou's side, then cried about not wanting to be a virgin forever since she wanted babies, and then had their mother scold Kura before a very tired Ryou took them home to talk about their choice further.”

 

Another set of confused blinks accompanied the silence as Yami amusedly ate some more, the taller Egyptian thoughtfully raising a brow as he nibbled on another forkful. “So… If Amane called and said she's pregnant, which she, or rather, they, no him, really isn't, that still means-”

 

“She got her way and slept with their boyfriend.” Yami cheerfully finished, giggling again as he flushed. “Meaning Kura's innocent, younger siblings are no longer so innocent. Every elder sibling's worst nightmare, that and now he has to actually tolerate the guy.”

 

“I see.” Raising a brow, Mariku offered the boy a pleasant grin, although he still found it more confusing than humorous, he supposed it would have been more amusing if he had a closer insight on any of this.

 

The rest of the meal passed riddled with light conversation, Mariku insisting he clear the table and pick up the rest of the kitchen since he had hardly helped before, only to get a whack on the head with one of Yami's wooden spoons in warning. Apparently the boy didn't believe in having guests lift a finger, and he was quick to apologize for his retaliation as soon as the taller promised to remain seated rather than face any more physical harm from kitchen utensils.

 

“You can have my room, no arguing about it either.” The comment piped up from out of no where once Yami was through washing and rinsing the dishes, a happy smile split across his face as he dried his hands and led the taller Egyptian down the hall to present Mariku with his room. At the utterly puzzled expression on the taller's face, the boy blinked worriedly as he nibbled his lip. “You are staying the night, yes?”

 

“I… Hadn't thought that far ahead, but I couldn't possibly refuse now.” The soft chuckling eased Yami enough to grin back up at the man while babbling away about getting something from Bakura's room, a slightly pained glance at the window slipping in before the boy darted off for a moment.

 

Mariku had half-expected the boy to invite him to stay, and was nearly glad Bakura wasn't here to protest such an idea, save for the fact he knew it was worrying Yami that his lover was not yet home. He would stay, that was hardly a question, but while the promiscuous Egyptian normally would have taken this night to simply ravage what was available, Mariku felt it a duty to behave himself and stay for another reason; to keep Yami company. Such a foreign thought, to sleep in another's home and bed without sex arising? Mariku refused to dwell on the concept longer than necessary as he was beginning to frighten himself, perhaps there was something in Domino's air that was making him go soft?

 

“Mm, they're the biggest I could find in Kura's drawers, they should fit.” The boy came back in, blushing madly as he held up a towel, boxers, and slightly worn looking muscle shirt, all of which were in a matching hue of slate.

 

Biting his lip to keep from laughing too much, Mariku held up the boxers with a shake of his head, hair quivering with the movement and bottled up amusement. “I hope Ba-Kura won't mind the fact you're so willingly allowing me to get in his boxers.”

 

“Oh, he normally doesn't wear them anyway, so it's not like-” Cutting himself off with a squeak, Yami blinked widely up at the Egyptian, giggling in embarrassment as he shook his head. “No, no, no! You're perverted, Mariku!” Swatting at the man with a pout, the boy quickly grinned and wrinkled his nose when the taller merely laughed and rolled a shoulder. “The shower's across the hall on the right, and if you need anything, I'll be watching TV in the living room.”

 

Although he was overly pleased at the mental image the boy had provided of his lover going commando, Mariku blinked at the last statement, a concerned frown marring his humored face as he almost chastised the boy. “I hope you're not planning on sleeping there, because I won't take your bed-”

 

The boy's palm was a breath away from the taller's face as he held it up to keep the man from continuing, a firm shake of his head used once Yami retracted his hand. “I'm not sleeping on the couch; Kura'll share his bed, especially if I threaten to come sleep with you if he refuses.” The impish grin of his deviant tactic was followed by faux laughter, Yami completely unaware of the lewd smirk spread across Mariku's lips as the boy casually waved a `goodnight' to his guest and left the room.

 

A wild array of unclean fantasies suddenly sprang up in the man's thoughts, an all too familiar stirring in his groin accompanying the snapshot images the boy had so innocently provided. Watching Yami leave, the unconscious swing to the boy's hips going very well appreciated as the taller lavished the teen's jean-clad rear, Mariku knew his shower was going to be put to excellent use.

 

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`On my deathbed I will pray
To the gods and the angels
Like a pagan to anyone
Who will take me to heaven'

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It wasn't long after he had plopped down on the couch, flicked on the television, and heard the water in the shower start, when Yami felt a strong pair of arms wrap around his chest from behind, the startled hitch in his breath settling when familiar white tresses spilled over his shoulder.

 

“…I'm sorry I yelled, love.”

 

Gently, wonderfully warm lips pressed chaste kisses along the boy's cheek, lulling the scarlet orbs to shut as a soft purr escaped the boy's throat.

 

“I wasn't upset with you, honest to Re…”

 

Comfort enveloped the worry until nothing was left but a state of security, Yami nodding faintly as he tipped his head back and brushed his own lips against his lover's chin, a smile emanated once the pale man fluidly jumped over the back of the sofa to land beside the boy. “I'm sorry too-”

 

Bakura shook his head and silenced the boy with a kiss, ensnaring the lithe figure in his arms and purposefully tipping them over so Yami was trapped between the cushions and his lover, a wavering giggle spilling free from the boy once the taller broke away for air. “You have nothing to apologize for, baby. I was being a jackass, that's all there is to it.” Smirking at the nod the boy gave him, Bakura crooned against the Egyptian's neck, peppering kisses and nibbles that made the boy squirm delightfully.

 

“Ah… Mm… Kura…” Glad that the storm had passed without further incident, Yami sighed softly as he relaxed and let his mind wander only a short distance away, listening to his boyfriend's breaths and throated chuckles as Bakura all too easily maneuvered the boy to stretch across the cushions and splay himself wantonly beneath him, the man pausing suddenly as he cocked his head to listen.

 

“Baby?...”

 

“Mm…?...”

 

“Did you leave the shower on?”

 

“Ngh?... Oh!” Yami bit his lip as he forced the haze that had all too quickly draped across his mind to disperse, large, scarlet eyes blinking up at his boyfriend pleadingly. “No…” It took hardly a blink before Bakura realized what was going on, groaning and dropping his head to rest against the boy's collarbone. “You're not mad, are you?”

 

“No…” His eyes peeked up at the boy, annoyance thriving behind the mahogany gaze, but nothing more as he sighed and kissed just under the boy's ear. “But I was going to make up with you…”

 

“And who's saying you still can't?” The devilish grin that flowered reminded Bakura all too much of himself, the man raising a brow in return as he felt the boy's fingertips scale under his shirt and promptly make a playground out of the paler's chest. “He just got in there… I'm sure we have a good ten minutes left before he comes out.” Yami had threaded one hand through the other's hair, effectively pulling down his lover's head so he could whisper his words along the shell of Bakura's ear, enticing a shiver from the strong body above his own.

 

“Horny, are we?”

 

“Exceptionally so.”

 

Little more was said as Bakura captured the boy's lips in a heated kiss, delving his tongue into the willingly parted mouth. Soon reverted to sputtering out mewls and half breathed moans, Yami could do nothing to quell his quickening breath when pale hands masterfully relieved the boy's hips and thighs of his boxers and jeans within moments, the comparatively cooler air of the room caressing his bare flesh. The kiss was broken slowly; the boy's lower lip suckled on for several moments though while Bakura purred adoringly to the other and caressed the hardening flesh in his hand, stroking across the entire surface of his lover's erection until the definable beads of precum began to spread when he would flick his thumb over the sensitive head, eliciting strangled mews from the boy helplessly biting into his own knuckles.

 

Releasing Yami's lip, the taller gently shifted the boy up enough to rest against the arm of the sofa, knees partially drawn considering he couldn't stretch them properly with his jeans still on. It hardly mattered though as Bakura worked around the constriction, scattering kisses along the boy's jaw and neck before crawling backwards to level his head with the other's groin, chuckling at the bright blush that flourished on Yami's cheeks. Licking his lips enticingly, Bakura gently grasped the base of the straining arousal before enclosing the tip with his lips, lavishing thick purrs and feral swipes of his tongue along the rigid flesh, and watching in full enthrallment as the boy responded euphorically.

 

Yami's head thrashed about as he panted, his blond bangs already sticking to the mist of sweat on his forehead as he moaned and futilely tried to buck into the maddening confines of his lover's mouth. Breathless pleas eventually were enough to coax Bakura into taking more of the boy's erection in, the swallowing motions used to ease him in further causing scarlet eyes to glaze over with a drawled out mewl. With a comfortable mouthful of his boyfriend in place, Bakura pleasured the other as well as he knew, the dirty things his tongue did between suckling and nipping at the boy's arousal accompanied by thorough handling of the warm sacs just below.

 

The skim of teeth that joined the torment proved to be too much for Yami all too quickly, frenzied mewls escaping his lightly sweat sheen body as his muscles tensed throughout his sensitized form. Fingers that had been desperately entangled in the white mane of his lover tightened almost painfully, a raw thrust into Bakura's mouth all the boy managed amid his guttural cry as he released. The paler of the two crooned pleasantly as he drank the boy's essence, laving his tongue over the warm flesh until all traces were gone. The spasms were soothed from Yami's body, his lover gently tucking him back into his jeans, the boy apparently still lost in the fogs of ecstasy even when he received a tender kiss in which he could taste himself.

 

“Forgiven?”

 

“Mm… Hm…”

 

Bakura chuckled as the boy gave him a silly smile laced with exhaustion, red eyes blinking heavily as Yami managed to offer another kiss before curling comfortably against the paler, drifting into an entirely satiated sleep. Finding that perhaps the sofa wasn't terribly wonderful for the night, and his room was only several paces away, the taller cautiously slipped free from the boy once he was certain Yami was too far gone to rouse, and lifted the wiry frame into his arms, frowning suspiciously at the closed washroom, whose shower was still running, as he passed it.

 

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`To a place

I recall
I was there so long ago
The sky was bruised
The wine was bled
And there you led me on'

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Fingers clasped tightly around his erection, Mariku could hardly breathe properly as he leaned against the tiled walls of the shower, the spray of water heavily hitting his face, and not quite alleviating the flush heat encasing his body.

 

He hadn't meant to come across the sight, but he was hardly regretting having such a hot image permanently engraved in his skull due to his curiosity.

 

He had just started the water, relieving himself of his clothing with some struggle, but before he had even entered the shower, the random thought of whether he had thanked Yami for any of his hospitality suddenly struck him. It was terrible timing, really, but the Egyptian had frowned thoughtfully and wrapped his waist in the towel the boy had offered him, and stepped out of the washroom toward the living room where Yami had stated he would be.

 

A wholly innocent accident it was when he suddenly stopped before setting foot in the large room as he quickly noticed Yami was no longer alone. The two lovers had obviously been too busy to notice the wide, lust flooded violet eyes watching them, but Mariku had savored every detail thirty seconds allowed before he whirled around and holed himself in the washroom once more, lungs burning as he finally took a breath and launched himself under the showerhead.

 

And here he was.

 

Pathetically held up by tiled walls as he stroked himself harshly, eyes nearly shut as he imagined Bakura's pale mouth wrapped dutifully around him instead, those deadly mahogany eyes focused on him, questioning whether he was pleasing the Egyptian properly.

 

-“Gods yes…”-

 

Swallowing slowly, Mariku craned his head back to feel the water drum against his throat and chest, mingling with sweat and cleansing him as further details flooded his mind. The wisps of white hair tickling just along his abdomen and thighs, pale fingers caressing what Bakura couldn't reach, and a dangerous smirk added just after nips and violent sucks were strewn in for affect.

 

Feeling his release begin to peak, the Egyptian bit his lip until pain radiated across his skin to shove the pleasure back a step, after all, he hadn't even had his fill of Yami.

 

The boy's mewls were too delicious to muffle, so Mariku imagined the scarlet-eyed youth straddling his chest, that brilliant array of tri-color hair tossed back as he cried out moans and gratification while Mariku savored the sweet taste of the boy's erection driven deeply within his mouth.

 

Combining both scenes together, receiving and giving were such excellent concepts, the sequences of his blowjob fantasy melded together into one remarkably orgasmic vision, as was thoroughly proven when the normally wild haired Egyptian found himself growling loudly when his release shattered him back to reality. Pounding heartbeat and ragged breath aside, he felt wonderfully good suddenly, rinsing his hand and body clean of his activity before beginning his true shower.

 

-“Mm… And to think, the real thing will be even better…”-

 

He spoke to himself softly, edgy grin on his face once he was finished several long moments later, raising a brow to the sound of a shutting door down the hall, before he closed the water off and wrung his hair before it decided to remain limp. Stepping out of the tub, and nearly killing himself on the slippery floor, Mariku wiped the mirror free of steam to study himself, smirking at the wet reflection that held his gaze methodically. Looking over the deeply tanned expanse of flesh, marred only by tasteful tattoos and piercings worn in pairs at his nipples and navel, aside from his ears, of course, Marik posed and fully admired the exotic specimen that made flirtatious movements back.

 

He had nothing to worry about.

 

Bakura and Yami would fall for him the moment he truly tried to gain their attentions, all he had to do was turn up the charm and sex appeal, and that was hardly a burden for Mariku to undertake.

 

So with a few strokes of the towel he dried himself, wore what the boy had graciously given him, and gathered his own clothing, all with a vague smile of confidence on his lips. Silently opening the door, Mariku poked his head into the dark hallway, ignoring the steam that rolled out in waves at the new space, and stepped out of the washroom, winking at the violet-eyed reflection one last time before shutting the lights off and heading for bed.

 

He already anticipated the morning to be quite good.

 

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`And on I read
Until the day was gone
And I sat in regret
Of all the things I've done
For all that I've blessed
And all that I've wronged
In dreams until my death
I will wander on'

 

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