Meutsuri

Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Warning: This story contains adult themes such as yaoi, cursing, and violence.
Author’s Note: This is the story that is currently distracting me from Pharaoh and the Thief. It’s kind of a fun one, at least for me. I’m not really sure where it is going, and it doesn’t really have much of a point except for me to write about situations with characters I want to write about. Hopefully you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. (Also, I will try to get back to Pharaoh!)

Chapter 1

Ryou lay on his bed, trying to do his homework, but the erratic banging and desperate cries from the next room were really distracting. Of all the things Ryou considered when looking for a house, the thickness of his walls were not something he had looked for, but he really wished he would have. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair in defeat. He left his room; homework tucked under his arm and took refuge in the kitchen where he turned the radio up in hopes of drowning out the sounds of his yami’s fornication.

Everyone thought Bakura was a sexual deviant. They were pretty much right, but not in the way they thought. Everyone assumed he abused Ryou, both physically and sexually. Everyone was wrong. He never touched Ryou that way, but no one seemed bother to ask him about it. In actuality, the worse thing Bakura had ever done to Ryou was bitch him out a couple of times when he came home really late and didn’t call. He was protective that way. Ryou didn’t really mind, actually it was quite nice having someone around who cared about him. But, it did get a little frustrating sometimes how protective of him Bakura was.

He was almost a little too protective. That’s why Ryou was happy when he became involved with Otogi. ‘Involved’ was really the only way Ryou could think to explain it. As everyone knew, his yami wasn’t one for doing things the normal way. Including relationships, if it could be called that. He’d broken into Otogi’s shop one night about three weeks ago, and Otogi had been working late. Apparently, they ended up fucking on the sales counter because the next thing Ryou knew, Otogi was over all the time. In Bakura’s room. Being fucked senseless. In a very loud manner.

Unfortunately for Ryou, his room happened to be right next to Bakura’s and once again he wondered why in living with his yami he had never thought of his house’s ability to muffle noise. He supposed that he could have moved into one of the guest rooms, but Ryou felt like he would be surrendering to something if he did. Not that it would really make any difference if he did move. Bakura liked people to know he wasn’t shy when it came to sex. He never bothered to shut his door. Or even make it to his room sometimes. Once Ryou had come home from Malik’s to find them fucking on the coffee table in the living room. Otogi had been really embarrassed and kept mumbling apologies to Ryou, who only brushed it off. He was used to Bakura’s behavior and though it didn’t faze him in the least, it didn’t mean he enjoyed coming home to lewd acts on his furniture.

The back door to the kitchen opened and Marik strolled in and went straight to the refrigerator. Ryou didn’t even bother looking up from his homework. The other yami came in this way all the time. He practically lived there anyway. He was always over to see Bakura and drank all their alcohol and ate all their food. The only thing he didn’t do was pay rent.

Ryou began doodling in his margins as the math he was attempting wasn’t working out quite as well as he hoped. Marik emerged from the refrigerator with a beer in hand and straddled the seat next to Ryou, leaning over the hikari to see what he was writing. It looked like little stick figures hanging themselves.

Marik shrugged and took a drink of his beer. Hikaris were weird.

“Where’s Bakura?” he asked, shouting a bit to be heard over the music.

Ryou flipped off the radio. “Where do you think?” he replied. Comprehension shone in Marik’s eyes and smirked graced his lips as moans of “please Bakura fuck me harder” filtered through the house.

“Oh,” Marik said with a laugh. “Should have known. Here I was thinking you had just become really fond of Aerosmith.” Ryou just shook his head and continued his executions of stick people on his homework.

“They’ve been at it for an hour and a half,” Ryou said, sounding mildly annoyed.

Marik finished his beer, smashing the can on the table. “I thought you were happy your possessive yami was possessing over someone else.”

Ryou sighed, abandoning his drawings. “I was, but they are so loud. And public. All they ever do is have sex!” Ryou exclaimed.

Marik looked at him as if he were stupid. “And you expected what from Bakura? Discretion? Quiet?”

“I don’t know!” Ryou said, sounding exasperated.

“You know there is only one way to solve this right?” Marik told the white haired hikari as he rustled around in the pantry for potato chips.

“What is that?” Ryou asked apprehensively.

“Get yourself a boyfriend and fuck louder than Bakura,” Marik replied as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

Ryou stared at him. “Yeah, I’m sure that would work wonders,” he said dryly.

Marik just shrugged and wandered out of the kitchen and towards the sound of satisfied moans. He paused inside the open doorway. Bakura was such a fucking exhibitionist. Bastard got off on people watching him. And Marik sometimes got off watching him, so it worked out well for everyone.

Marik wondered if he should announce his presence, or wait until they noticed him. He decided he preferred the latter.

Otogi was lying on the bed, Bakura straddling his waist, both naked. The yami had his knives out and was using a wickedly long one to slice thin red lines down Otogi’s stomach. The dark haired boy was very still beneath the blade, breathing heavily and moaning as Bakura rubbed his thumbs over the new wounds, digging in a little. Otogi moaned softly and bucked his hips against Bakura. The white haired yami smiled and licked the blood seductively from his fingers.

“Oh god, Bakura,” Otogi moaned, arching his back as Bakura licked up the thin bloody line on his stomach. “Please, I need you.”

“Do you?” Bakura asked wickedly, slicing another cut across Otogi’s stomach.

“Yes,” Otogi cried as Bakura rubbed his fingers over the new cut.

“How badly do you need me, babe?” he asked in a husky voice as the boy started to squirm beneath him.

“Very—uh!—bad—mmmm—badly,” Otogi moaned as Bakura delved his tongue into the cut, tasting Otogi’s blood.

“Hmm,” Bakura said as he repositioned himself between Otogi’s legs, running his knife up the inside of one of his thighs and down the other.

Otogi was breathing hard and tried to buck his hips into contact with Bakura, but the yami only grinned manically and moved back.

“Beg me for it, baby,” Bakura commanded him. Otogi did, whimpering and pleading until Marik, still in the doorway, had enough.

“For the love of Ra, Bakura, fuck him already so we can go do something. I’m bored as hell!” he exclaimed.

Bakura simply turned and grinned as his friend. Otogi jerked up to see who had spoken and blushed deeply when he realized Marik had seen him like this.

“All in good time,” Bakura said sinisterly, turning his gaze back to Otogi.

“It better be a fucking fast time,” Marik muttered as he turned to head back to the kitchen. “Or I’ll replace you with your hikari.”

“I heard that,” Bakura hollered from the bedroom, followed by Otogi’s scream as Bakura entered him.

XxXxXxXxXxX

Ten minutes later, Bakura walked into the kitchen, pulling a shirt over his head. Otogi followed him, walking a little stiffly and grinning sheepishly.

“About time,” Marik said. “I was beginning to think I would have to hang out with Ryou all night!” Ryou glared at him and Bakura snickered.

“You are both jerks,” Ryou muttered. “Are you going with them?”

It took Otogi a minute to realize Ryou was addressing him. “Oh, no. I’ve got to get to work in half an hour.”

Ryou smiled at him. “Just as well. You don’t want to go with them. They usually end up in jail. Or a dumpster.”

“That was one time,” Bakura muttered.

Marik snickered. “Damn that was a good night.”

“Well Malik is coming over later and neither of us is going to bail, pull, or sneak you out of anything,” Ryou proclaimed.

“Sure Ryou,” Bakura said, ruffling his hikari’s hair before snaking an arm around Otogi’s waist and kissing and groping him before following Marik out the door.

“Yamis,” Ryou said shaking his head. “Much more trouble than they are worth.”

Otogi grinned. “I’ve got to get to work. See you later, Ryou.”

Ryou waved as Otogi left. He heard the engine of his bike revving before he roared down the street.

Fifteen minutes later a car pulled up. Fifteen minutes after that a flushed and happy looking Malik let himself in and plopped next to Ryou on the couch.

Ryou looked him up and down, from his messy hair to his unbuttoned pants. “Miss something?” he asked, nodding towards the fastener of Malik’s jeans.

“Oops!” Malik said, still grinning and buttoned his pants.

“Please don’t tell me you had sex in the car in front of my house,” Ryou said.

“Of course not!” Malik exclaimed. “I am much more dignified than my yami. Jou just misses me, that’s all.”

“Sure he does,” Ryou muttered, sounding very much like Bakura.

“Besides, I doubt you have room to talk,” Malik stated.

“We would never do that!” Ryou exclaimed. “Well, except that once. Oh, and that other time.”

“Thought so,” Malik said victoriously. “So when are you going to tell Bakura about your secret romance.”

“When he finds out for himself,” Ryou muttered.

“I don’t understand why you keep it secret. Isn’t he upset by it?” Malik asked.

“No, he doesn’t mind,” Ryou assured him. “And I am not telling Bakura because it is none of Bakura’s business.”

“But he’s your yami,” Malik reminded him.

“You know how he gets, Malik. He’s happy with Otogi right now. I don’t want him getting on my case and getting all bent out of shape about it. He doesn’t even notice I’m gone now anyway, so let him live in blissful ignorance,” Ryou said firmly.

“Whatever you say,” Malik said. “But I think he’s going to be even angrier when he finds out you’ve been hiding it from him.”

Ryou shrugged. “Yeah, his head will probably explode,” he said with a sinister laugh.

Malik laughed too. “Oh, that’ll be something to see.”

“Actually, that was one of the reasons I decided not to tell him,” Ryou admitted.

“Yeah! His reaction will be priceless. Especially if he walks in on you having sex!” Malik said.

Ryou just grinned.