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Author's Notes - No, you can't take a guess, Terrikins! Shame on you for trying to cheat! *smirks* Now then . . . quite a few of you have asked about Dark Roads, and Redemption over on FF.Net. I will be continuing them, but it's going to take a while. My schedule is not what you'd call easy, and I have about three hours a day in which to do everything a single working mother has to do in order to keep a house and three children. So I do hope you all will forgive me if my updates are a bit slower than they used to be.

Chapter 2 -


Bakura glanced down at Ryou, who was smiling beside him, his arm wrapped around his dark’s waist.

“I’d say that’s what it looks like, yes yami,” he murmured. He tilted his head slightly, and then looked up at his dark. “I thought you said you hid that really well?” he accused, and Bakura looked sheepish for a moment before shrugging.

“Oops?” he said, and Ryou glared at him.

While this exchange was going on, Yami and Yugi both had struggled to get decent again, flushing bright red at having been caught red . . . or rather, ‘white’ handed.

“Ryou . . . Bakura . . . I can explain,” the Pharaoh stammered, Yugi burying his head in his dark’s chest to hide his overwhelming blush at what they’d been caught doing. “I thought it was a normal movie . . . and then, when I put it in, I just couldn’t stop watching . . . and when Yugi came downstairs . . .” He stopped as Bakura held up his hand, smirking slightly at the flustered Pharaoh.

“Did you like what you saw, Atemu?” he asked, and Yami blinked at the use of his real name. He looked at the former thief in consideration, seeing the seriousness in those mahogany orbs. He glanced at Ryou, and noticed the slight blush staining the boy’s cheeks, and something clicked into place.

“Yes, I did,” he murmured, meeting Ryou’s gaze head on. He smiled slightly as Ryou’s blush deepened, and then looked back up at Bakura. “You left that tape where it could be found,” he said softly. “You wanted us to see it.”

White hair flew as Ryou turned his head to stare up at his dark, who smirked and nodded, pulling his hikari up against him tightly. Yugi had turned to look at the two quasi albinos at the flicker of understanding that came through his link to his yami, curious as to what was going on.

“Always knew you had more brains than you let on, Pharaoh,” the Tomb Robber said. “Yes, I did leave it for you to find. Ryou, as much as he will deny it, has a thing for you and your hikari. But he’s too shy to do anything about it, so I figured I’d step in. Especially since I wouldn’t mind a shot at you myself.”

That caused the crimson eyes to widen, and the eyebrows to rise in disbelief. They narrowed again as the thief stepped into his personal space, Yugi scrambling out of the way as Bakura pressed the long, lean line of his body up against Yami’s. Yami, as expected, refused to back down.

“I’ve wanted to do this for way too long now, Atemu,” the white haired man murmured. One pale hand rose, brushing over Yami’s cheek gently before cupping the back of the shorter man’s neck . . . and pulling him into a kiss.

The two hikari’s stared at each other for a moment before glancing at each other in shock as their dark’s kissed. Yami moaned deep in his throat as his mouth was plundered hungrily, his hands rising to rest on the strong muscles of Bakura’s upper arms, neither holding the thief nor pushing him away. Bakura hummed his approval, deepening the kiss as his other arm slid around the slim tri-haired man’s waist, pulling him tighter against his body.

Atemu tasted just as he’d expected. Egyptian spice and darkness. Addicting. He broke off with a growl as the man shifted against him, one thigh rubbing up against the throbbing need that his pants were currently constricting.

“Anubis take me,” he snarled, staring down into the crimson eyes. “Fuck, Pharaoh, you could kill a man doing that shit.” Yami smirked at him, the ruby depths twinkling with mischief.

“Who says that wasn’t my intention?” he murmured, and then paused to glance at Ryou and Yugi, who had moved closer together unconsciously. “But don’t you think we should ask our hikari’s if they’re okay with this before we go any further?” Actually, it was Ryou he wanted to ask. He could already tell from the emotions flickering through his link with Yugi that his own hikari was more than willing . . . and that his attention was centered on Ryou.

“Ryou . . . tell the Pharaoh just how much you’ve wanted this,” Bakura said, not turning his eyes from Yami. Ryou flushed, but nodded jerkily.

“Bakura . . . was telling the truth, Yami . . . Yugi,” he whispered. “I . . . I have had some dreams . . .” Yugi looked over at him with wide amethyst eyes, and the boy flushed. “I’m sorry . . .” Yami chuckled, moving away from Bakura and stalking across the short space to Ryou, reaching out to cup the boy’s chin in his hand and raising the chocolate eyes to meet his.

“Dreams do come true, thief’s hikari,” he murmured, and leaned across to take Ryou’s lips in a kiss. He was prepared when the boy melted into the embrace, swiftly wrapping an arm around Ryou to drag him closer and support the slim form, as he tasted vanilla and raspberries. Sweet and surprising just like the boy himself.
He felt Yugi move up behind Ryou, the slim arms of his hikari sliding in between their tightly pressed bodies to help support the pale youth as he ravaged the sweet mouth hungrily. Ryou moaned into the kiss, sagging against him further as he buried his free hand in the snowy white locks, tangling his fingers gently in the strands and tilting Ryou’s neck to one side to nuzzle at the soft flesh playfully after trailing his lips along the gently curving jaw.

“You were beautiful on that tape, Ryou,” he whispered in the boy’s ear, meeting the amethyst gaze of his hikari over one pale shoulder. “Watching you was far too erotic for me to sit still.” Ryou whimpered as soft lips trailed across his flesh. Yugi stripped his shirt from him, having already undone the buttons. Yami lay a trail of kisses over one collarbone as Yugi began the same attentions on Ryou’s back, causing the boy to shiver deliciously.

Yami shivered himself as he felt teeth graze the side of his throat, pale hands reaching around to begin undoing the buckles of his shirt even as a smaller set of pale hands ran over the small of his back to his ass and squeezed.

There was a hand running over his still sensitive package as well, and he wondered absently why he had become the center of so much attention before he heard Ryou moan softly. Then he realized Yugi was playing with Ryou, and it was the back of his hikari’s hand he was feeling, lighting his nerve endings up like a proverbial Christmas tree.

Buckles were undone, the leather sliding down his arms as Bakura removed his shirt for him before callused fingers rubbed over his nipples, making them tighten with anticipation. Alabaster skin pressed against him from both sides, making his legs struggle to support both him and Ryou, and he felt Bakura chuckle, the breath stirring the delicate hairs on the back of his neck enticingly.

“Perhaps we should move this downstairs to my room,” he murmured against the satin skin of Yami’s neck. “I have a king size bed begging to be used right about now.” He suddenly pinched the tan nipples he had been playing with, and Yami’s legs gave. He caught the former Pharaoh up against him, smiling at the glassy look in the crimson eyes, sharing a look with Ryou before bending to heave the taller of the tri-haired males over his shoulder. Yami hung there, boneless, only stirring slightly when Yugi squeaked as Ryou picked the smaller boy up in a similar fashion.

“You know, this is complete barbarism,” Yami muttered. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you.”

“If you were, I’d have to gag you,” the thief replied, and Yami snorted.

“I might enjoy that,” he said, and chuckled as Bakura’s steps faltered for a minute before picking up speed.

“Later then,” the pale man growled, ignoring the snickering hikari’s behind him. “Right now, we have better things to do.”

They descended into the darkness of the basement, which Bakura had claimed as his. The thief paused to flip on the light switch before depositing his burden on the bed, and then wandered around the room lighting sandalwood candles. When he was done, he flicked the light switch off, leaving the room in a warm glow of firelight, and then returned to the bed, picking up where he’d left off upstairs.

Yami moaned as the Tomb Robber straddled him, ravishing his throat and upper chest with harsh nips and the warm lapping of his tongue. Yugi was under much the same assault from Ryou beside him, and he reached down to twine his fingers with his hikari’s gently. He wasn’t worried about what this might do to their relationship . . . he knew that his place in Yugi’s heart was secure, and Yugi knew the same with him. And while this might not be a one-time thing . . . actually, at this point he was pretty sure it wasn’t going to be due to Bakura’s earlier comment about the gag . . . he had no problems with it. He doubted Yugi did either. It was something different and exciting . . . and something that they needed.

His thoughts simply stopped suddenly, his back arching off the bed as Bakura ground into him harshly. His free hand clenched into a fist on the black silk sheets, a choked moan torn from his throat with the action as his body automatically reacted to the stimulation by trying to increase it.

“So you want to feel how tight my hikari is, Pharaoh?” Bakura whispered into his ear. “Good . . . because I want to feel you. I think it’s a fair trade off.” He nipped at the fleshy lobe roughly. “But if you hurt him . . .” He pulled back when Yami fisted a hand in his hair and pulled him off, gazing down into the serious crimson orbs.

“I would no more hurt Ryou than I would hurt Yugi,” he said calmly. “But I have no qualms about being hurt, Bakura.” He felt the hikari’s still beside him, and smiled slightly as he let go of the thief’s hair, bringing his hand around to cup the pale, stunned face in his palm gently. “You hold back with Ryou, don’t you?” he murmured, and Bakura reluctantly nodded. “I can take it, thief,” he said, leaning up to plant a teasing kiss on the pale lips. “I want your all.” He shifted restlessly. “But if you don’t get these damn leather pants off soon, I’m going to die . . . again.”

He was surprised when Bakura leaned down and took his lips in another kiss . . . this one a gentle, unhurried exploration that he wouldn’t have thought was possible coming from the volatile thief.

“Thank you,” the pale man whispered into his ear before rolling off him. Yami turned his head to watch him, confused by the action . . . and then squeaked as other hands were suddenly upon him, unbuttoning his pants before pulling them down over his hips and completely off.

He looked up into laughing amethyst eyes, squirming slightly as he felt a cool hand close around his returned need . . . and then found himself gazing into deep chocolate orbs as Yugi squeaked from Bakura pulling him across the prone Pharaoh and into his lap.

Ryou straddled Yami’s stomach, somehow already devoid of clothing, his firm behind pressing into the muscled abdomen as he put a hand to either side of Yami’s face and stared down into the crimson orbs.

“Your eyes always drew me,” he murmured. “They’re so exotic . . . enchanting . . .” He leaned down and lay a kiss to either side of the parted lips before trailing across the firm jaw, pressing his lips to the satin skin just beneath and behind one ear. “Thank you for what you said to Bakura,” he whispered into the fragile shell. “He needs this. I wanted it, but he needs it . . . he needs to be rough with someone. And he won’t do it with me, even though I’ve told him I’m okay with it.” He shifted slightly, and Yami gasped as the pale buttocks pressed against his already aching member. “But since this is for me first, I hope you don’t mind if I explore a bit.”

“Go . . . go right ahead . . .” Yami choked out, and then whimpered as he felt his hands drawn up above his head and held there. He craned his head back to look, meeting mischievous amethyst in surprise before Ryou drew his attention back to him as the petal soft lips trailed across his throat, pausing to suckle lightly at the pulse beating wildly beneath his Adam’s apple. He simply melted . . . that area was one of his weak spots, and Ryou had just hit it dead on.

Light fingers trailed across his chest, pausing momentarily to swirl around his nipples before drifting lower, tracing out the smooth planes of his abdominal muscles before drifting back up and over his ribs, running over every inch of his exposed flesh. A hot mouth and wet tongue followed those fingers, making Yami want to squirm restlessly, but he locked his muscles into place desperately, because if he didn’t he was going to yank his arms free of restraint and roll them over so he could do some exploration of his own.

He tried to turn his attention to other things . . . and found it centering on Yugi, who was writhing against Bakura as the thief ran his hands over the youth’s softer flesh, caressing and petting lovingly. It was a strange, yet gratifying sight to see the thief being gentle, and it made Yami wonder just how much he had misjudged the man before Ryou drew his attention as cool liquid was poured onto his burning skin.

The pale hikari smirked, capping the bottle of massage oil carefully before tossing it to one side, and then beginning to work it into the smooth flesh beneath him. It was a favorite past time of his, and he loved to feel the silky oil and satin skin gliding under his palms. It only made it more fun that he’d been dreaming of touching the former Pharaoh like this for months . . . while Yami’s leather left very little to the imagination, Ryou had still wanted to feel the texture of that gorgeous body, and now he was getting his wish.

Although he was still going to be exchanging words with his own dark about leaving that tape lying about. Leave it to his dark to be so damn devious.

Yami sighed in pleasure, completely relaxing as the gentle hikari massaged his skin, crimson eyes drifting closed with the sensations coursing through him. He shifted his arms slightly, sliding his hands through Yugi’s grip on his wrists until he could twine his fingers with his hikari’s, feeling Yugi tighten his fingers as whatever Bakura was doing to him made his body react. He didn’t really need to see . . . the absolute pleasure flowing through their link was enough to tell him that Yugi was in good hands.

Yugi was watching Ryou hungrily, amethyst eyes glazed with passion as he felt his dark relax in his grasp. He felt as tense as a tightly drawn bow string, but that tenseness was being eased out of him by large, callused palms that ran over his flesh as he kneeled behind Yami’s head.

It felt strange, to be petted by Bakura while Ryou traced the strong planes of his dark’s body before his eyes, but it was an erotic strange. Maybe because it was different . . . maybe because Yami had been his only lover up to this point, and he’d become used to his dark’s ways. He didn’t know, and didn’t particularly care at this point.

What he did know was that watching that tape had opened his eyes to whole new possibilities. Sure, he’d thought about being with other people, but he hadn’t thought Yami would be willing to share. They were very close, after all, and Yami had been a Pharaoh. That bred a certain arrogance and possessiveness. But when his dark had insisted he watch the tape while he’d fucked him . . . it had made him think that maybe he’d been wrong to keep his thoughts to himself. That perhaps his love was more open to such thoughts then he’d considered.

His musing distracted him enough that Bakura’s hand suddenly cupping his sack delicately made him gasp and tighten his grip on Yami’s hands even further. There was the brush of hot breath against his ear, lips nuzzling at his neck before Bakura spoke to him softly.

“Pretty hikari . . . you’re as beautiful as my Ryou, little Yugi,” the man murmured, making him shiver as each breath sensitized his skin further, his balls being rolled gently in the callused grasp. “I hadn’t really noticed before . . . but watching you ride the Pharaoh earlier was a definite turn on.”

“You . . . you watched?” Yugi squeaked, and Bakura chuckled slightly, his chest vibrating against Yugi’s back.

“Only the end, little one,” he replied. “But it was certainly enough.” He licked a cool trail up the side of Yugi’s throat, loving the moan that the small teen let pass his lips. “Since Atemu has already claimed my Ryou’s body for this play, and I fully intend on taking him up on his offer of fulfilling my own needs, perhaps I should warn you that Ryou’s going to want to be focusing his mouth . . . here.” Yugi gasped as one callused hand closed around his shaft, pumping it teasingly. “He wasn’t lying when he said he’d had dreams. I was on the watching end of a good majority of them. So you’d best be prepared, little one . . . Ryou has become very talented with his mouth.”

Yugi wasn’t sure whether to pass out from the thought, or shiver violently. He settled for moaning as Bakura continued to tease his flesh, his fingers tightening within his dark’s as his body wound itself into a tighter spiral of need.

Yami had his own hands full . . . or rather, his attention, because Yugi still had his hands tied up above him. Ryou had drifted lower with his hands and the oil, now perched atop his knees as he massaged the strong, muscular thighs, fingers just barely brushing near the former Pharaoh’s throbbing erection without ever going too close and actually touching it. Yami had long ago grit his teeth together to keep from begging, but it was becoming a sublime effort beyond even his strong will.

That will simply cracked and fell away as his weeping manhood was finally given the attention it needed . . . not by hands, but by mouth. Had it not been for Yugi’s fingers tightly entwined with his own, he would have sat bolt upright in shock as pleasure ripped through him violently.


“Sweet Ra!” he cried out, his body convulsing harshly as Ryou suckled at his flesh. “Ryou!” The hikari merely made things worse by humming his pleasure at Yami’s loss of control, sending sparks shooting straight up the former Pharaoh’s spine to deliver fireworks before the rolled back crimson eyes. Things only got more interesting as Ryou maneuvered so that he was crouched low between the long legs, which he draped over his arms absently, unconsciously opening Yami to further exploration.

Unable to simply lie there anymore, Yami worked a hand free, reaching up to pull Yugi down into a heated, passionate kiss . . . before he whimpered against his hikari’s lips as an oil slicked finger slipped inside him. It was with a supreme effort that he managed NOT to buck against the intrusion and gag Ryou, putting all of his effort into kissing Yugi. And it WAS an effort . . . King of Games though he was, this was one game that he was going to lose. Not that he particularly cared at that point.

Ryou smiled slightly around his newest play-toy as he watched Yami attack Yugi’s mouth with a ferocity that would have shocked him at any other time. He carefully continued to probe at the hot body, making sure oil slicked the puckered entrance thoroughly as he stroked the satin walls.

**Kura, I think Yami’s a virgin,** he murmured through their link thoughtfully, noting how tight the Pharaoh was, and smiled mentally as his dark stiffened behind Yugi, raising mahogany eyes to meet his own chocolate gaze over the two tri-haired males between them.

You’re kidding, the former thief replied. Ryou let go of the tempting flesh to shake his head at his dark seriously. One pale hand reached up, running gently over the smooth planes of Yami’s stomach to get the former Pharaoh’s attention. There was only one way to be sure.

Once crimson eyes had turned to him, he asked his question, still continuing his movements with his questing finger below and smiling at the slightly glazed look in Yami’s eyes.

“Yami . . . you haven’t been taken before this, have you?”

“No, he hasn’t,” Yugi answered for his dark after a moment, since his vocal chords were still working, albeit it barely. He whimpered slightly with loss as Bakura moved away from him and Ryou moved away from Yami . . . only to gasp as they changed spots, Ryou now kneeling behind him as Bakura settled himself between Yami’s legs.

Instead of taking up where his light had left off, however, Bakura reclined nearly on top of the golden-skinned Pharaoh, bracing himself on hands and knees barely an inch over Yami so he could look into those crimson eyes seriously. Yami blinked, and arched an eyebrow at him, a slight smirk crossing his features as his gaze cleared a bit.

“Atemu . . . are you really sure you want me taking this from you?” the thief asked, and Yami blinked again in surprise. What he did next, however, caught them all completely off guard. Slipping his other hand from his aibou’s grasp, he shifted slightly – and then Bakura found himself on his back with the lithe figure straddling his hips, the tri-haired head tilted to one side in consideration.

The crimson eyes unfocused for a moment, and Bakura glanced over at Yugi to see the same blankness in the amethyst eyes, signaling that the two were talking within their link. He settled back . . . and then a squeak from Ryou caught his attention. He turned his head again, mahogany eyes widening as he saw that Yugi had somehow moved without him knowing and was now behind Ryou. His pale hikari was bent down toward the bed, one of Yugi’s hands braced between his shoulder blades . . . and his other hand, which had become coated with oil, slipped down from sight between the firm globes of Ryou’s ass.

Ryou let out a whimpering sigh as Yugi slipped a finger into him carefully and so gently it made his shudder. While Bakura was always careful with him, Yugi’s touch was lighter than a feather stroking him. He’d always wondered what Yugi would be like as a lover, and now he was pretty sure he had an answer. Any sex between the two of them would be unhurried and soft . . . very different from what he’d ever had with Bakura. Maybe he would get a chance to experience it fully later.

Bakura’s attention returned to the man above him as Yami leaned over, tracing his jaw with his lips before pulling back to answer his question.

“Yugi hasn’t taken me because he was a virgin before me. He has no experience. I’ve done this before, be it three thousand years ago or not.” He shifted against Bakura, making the pale man shudder, and smiled slightly before licking over the parted lips teasingly, darting his tongue inside for a taste before pulling back again. “So yes, technically I am a virgin at this point . . . and yes, I’m sure I’m willing to give that virginity to you. Believe it or not, Bakura, I trust you, and I know you will do it right.” He smirked as mahogany eyes widened, and leaned closer.

“What’s wrong, Bakura? Surprised that I trust you, or that I’m willing to give my virginity to you?” he murmured.

“Both, actually,” the man answered bluntly. “Last I checked, you hated me.” Yami chuckled slightly, tilting his head to one side again with a soft smile.

“And you hated me,” he replied. “But hate, as we all know, is only a small step from love.” Bakura stiffened, and he shook his head. “Don’t worry, Bakura . . . I don’t love you like that. Yugi holds that distinction only in my heart and mind. But I do care about you, surprisingly. Maybe it’s the fact that out of everyone we know, you and I can understand each other best because we grew up in the same time frame with the same ideals. In any case, I trust you and care about you . . . and I want you to do this. I want this as much as you do.”
Done with words, he leaned over the pale thief again, using his lips and tongue to trace a path over the slim blades of Bakura’s shoulders. Down the muscular chest to one dusky nipple the path led, which he took between his teeth and bit harshly before soothing the hurt away with careful, warm swipes of his tongue.
Bakura jerked sharply at the bite, a soft moan issuing forth as the pain caused a bolt of pleasure to surge through him. Atemu had made an excellent point, and the words rolled in his mind as he thought through them. It was true that they had been enemies, but now that he really looked at it, he’d stopped thinking of the former Pharaoh as the enemy a while ago. And he hadn’t really had a single vile plotting thought against the man since their surprising return from the Afterlife.

While he and Atemu had grown up very differently back in Ancient Egypt, they had been imprinted with the social standards of that time. Standards that were very different from those of the day and age they found themselves in now. They had overcome most of those standards, gotten past the mental blocks they caused, but some did linger, and Atemu was right. Who better could understand the two of them then each other? After all, they were the only three thousand-year-old spirits they knew of on the entire fucking planet.

**He’s right you know, my darkness,** Ryou murmured in his head, and he nodded slightly. With that, the last bit of concern he’d actually harbored about this simply evaporated. Now he wanted this as much as Ryou did . . . and it definitely was not going to be a one-time thing. He would see to that personally.

Yugi had also listened to the exchange, and shared a smile with his dark as Yami glanced up at him, pausing in tracing the muscles of Bakura’s abdomen with his tongue to do so. As usual, the Pharaoh had gotten his point across and was wasting no time in demonstrating that it was the truth.

After that moment of shared amusement, Yugi turned his attention back to Ryou, leaving his dark to his own devices as he prepared his fellow hikari for his love . . . and fulfilled his own desires that had sprung from watching that tape.

Yami’s greatest asset, and the thing Yugi loved most about him at times, was that he was brutally honest when he wanted to be. Ryou had been beautiful on that tape, dressed as a girl or not, as Yami had said . . . and now, bent before him, was that same beauty. And he fully intended to worship it as he had often worshipped the dark beauty of his yami, his closest friend and soul mate.

Even as he stroked the hot silken walls within with one delicate hand, the other smoothed over cool satin skin, running over Ryou’s back and sides lovingly, caressing and soothing the alabaster flesh with a gentle touch.
He leaned over slightly, licking a damp trail of skin up as much of Ryou’s spine as he could reach, his other hand sliding beneath the cool alabaster body to run playful fingers over hardened flesh. Ryou sighed and squirmed slightly beneath him, arching into the touch wantonly, and Yugi smiled before leaning over to nip at the boy’s ear. He withdrew his fingers carefully to trail them below, cupping the soft globes as he stroked the satin erection.

Ryou laughed quietly . . . and then surprised him by rolling over and pulling him down atop the pale body, writhing against him teasingly before reaching up to pull him into a kiss.

They explored each other lazily, wet muscle’s rubbing against each other in a mutual desire to taste and be tasted. Their bodies also moved against each other, pressing and caressing softly, delicate touches exchanged as they filled a mutual desire to know one another intimately.

Yami was still fulfilling his own desire to become better acquainted with Bakura’s body, having traced a good deal of the muscular man’s lean form with his lips, hands, and tongue, forming a mental map in his head of sensitive spots and areas which caused certain reactions. For someone who was usually very cold and passionless, his body told a very different tale, need and desire in every straining line and graceful curve as he lay beneath the Pharaoh. His fists clenched in the satin sheets as Yami drifted back up his body and then surprised him by kissing him lightly.

“I don’t know about you, Tomb Robber, but I’ve had about as much ‘exploration’ as I can take at the moment,” he murmured against the soft lips, and then moaned as Bakura released his death grip on the sheets to wrap a hand around his throbbing erection. “Sweet Ra, Bakura, do you want me to explode?” He jerked when another hand caressed his face, bringing crimson eyes to meet chocolate.

“Only if you’re inside me when you do,” Ryou murmured. Yami’s eyes widened at the pale boy’s forwardness before they slipped closed as soft lips caressed his own in a gentle kiss. “Don’t you want me, Yami?” the boy asked, and then squeaked as Yami rolled slightly and he suddenly found himself prone beneath the former Pharaoh beside his dark. Yami was wearing a grin that reminded him rather strongly of Bakura, in fact.

“I think you already know the answer to that, Ryou,” he said. He only had to hold out his hand for Yugi to pour the previously discarded oil into his palm. Ryou shivered as the cool liquid was driveled over his throbbing flesh and below, a quiet gasp of delight following as Yami carefully slipped one oil-slicked finger within him.

Even as Yami was preparing Ryou, Bakura was shuddering under Yugi’s ministrations. The delicate, oil slicked hands smoothed over his aching need, lighter than a breath of air against his flesh, stroking him slowly. Yugi leaned over him, still fondling him gently as he took one dark nipple in his mouth, suckling on it hungrily. Bakura closed his eyes, merely enjoying the attentions and wondering just exactly where this was going. He already had a good idea, but it wouldn’t have been the first time the Pharaoh had surprised him with the unexpected.

The magenta eyes opened again as Yugi nibbled on his ear lobe before whispering in his ear.

“Perhaps you and my yami should wait for your ‘rougher’ play until later. I know you don’t want Ryou hurt, and Yami would rather die than hurt him . . . so perhaps this time you should go gently.”

“I’d planned on it anyway,” he replied, one pale eyebrow arching as Yugi pulled back to look at him. What he saw there stunned him . . . Yugi was concerned for his other.

“You’re worried I’ll hurt Atemu,” he murmured, and the amethyst eyes closed for a moment before Yugi nodded. He smiled slightly, pulling the boy down into a brief kiss before speaking again. “I hated him once a long time ago, Yugi. I’m not going to take this as a chance to get revenge on him, especially not by doing something so brutal as to take his virginity in blood and pain. I laid that part of my soul to rest before I came back from the Afterlife, little one.” Yugi’s tension eased with his words, and he sighed before laying his cheek against the thief’s.

“Thank you,” he whispered . . . and then they both turned as a cry from Ryou attracted their attention.
The tension sprang back to life in a hurry, but it was a sexual tension now as they both watched Yami slide himself slowly into the pale boy. Inch by careful inch he pushed his way in, crimson eyes closed in bliss and concentration as he entered the heated depths. Ryou’s face was a study of passionate need, his eyes rolled back in his head as Yami’s hands kept him from moving too much and hurting himself needlessly. Outside of his hips, his body was writhing in pleasure, trying desperately to force it’s way into more contact as he was slowly penetrated.

Yami’s teeth were gritted, a light hiss escaping as he felt just how tight Ryou was. It shouldn’t have been possible for anyone not a virgin to be so damn tight . . . but Ryou was, and the former Pharaoh had to struggle to be gentle and not hurt the boy when all he wanted to do at the moment was bury himself in the satin heat. The pale hikari’s movements were definitely not helping matters any.

“Ryou please, for the love of Ra, stop moving!” he moaned finally. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I can’t . . . you feel so . . . I need you inside me . . .” he panted. He whimpered when Yami was forced to stop moving, and then gasped slightly in shock when someone grabbed his shoulders and pinned them to the bed, effectively ceasing his movements as other hands came around to help Yami with his hips. Chocolate eyes opened at Yami’s moan, and the fire burning within him only got hotter as he saw his own dark pressed tightly against the Pharaoh, leaning against the man as he added his own strength to Yami’s in order to hold him still.

He turned his attention to Yugi, who was holding his shoulders down . . . and kneeling right beside his head, his legs braced wide to keep his balance. They wanted him to hold still . . . that was fine. He just needed something to distract himself from the delicious feeling of Yami entering him. He tugged on his arms slightly, forcing Yugi to move closer . . . and then snaked his head around so that he could reach out and lick the tip of Yugi’s member enticingly.

Yugi inhaled sharply, amethyst eyes turning to look down at Ryou. His lust-clouded mind took a minute to decipher the hungry look in his fellow hikari’s eyes, but when it did, he leaned down.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked quietly, and Ryou smiled at him before kissing him teasingly.

“Get within reach,” he replied, and Yugi arched an eyebrow, trying to figure out how this was going to work. He squeaked as he felt hands caress his hips, and looked over his shoulder to meet the amused mahogany gaze of Bakura.

“Let me help,” the thief murmured, maneuvering Yugi’s body as a puppet master would his favorite show piece, until Yugi’s knees rested on either side of Ryou’s head, his hands braced on either side of the pale abdomen. He was just about to comment on the oddness of the situation, his lips even parting to do so . . . before Ryou took him into his mouth, and any thought of speech flew from his mind.

“Oh god,” he choked, locking his arms into place to keep from simply collapsing. “Ryou . . .”

Ryou was more than content with the current state of affairs, the pressure in his groin only tightening with need as he felt Yami begin to slide into him again. The pace would have killed him if he hadn’t had something else to concentrate on, feeling the former Pharaoh slowly pressing deeper into his heated body. He focused his wandering attention on Yugi instead of his own over-sensitized body, suckling lightly at the needy flesh above him, teasing it with gentle nips and swipes of his tongue. Tiring of this, he sealed his lips over the hard length and sucked, eliciting a moan from the smaller boy, slim hips twitching above him.

Bakura wasn’t sure just quite what he wanted to do . . . watch the erotic sight unfolding before him, or join in. Both were equally tempting propositions . . . watching Ryou writhe beneath Yami while giving Yugi head would be hot, but he had a desperate urge to bury himself in the Pharaoh at the moment. And he didn’t think later would be soon enough for the fire growing in the pit of his stomach. Conveniently, Yami was perched above Ryou near the edge of the bed . . . and that convenience was really all it took to make his decision for him.
Sliding from the bed carefully, not wanting to disturb the threesome, he padded softly around to the Pharaoh’s back, slicking his fingers with oil before pressing one against the puckered entrance. Yami moaned, glancing over his shoulder as he slid fully into Ryou, meeting the mahogany gaze for a moment before he nodded and shifted his position so that he was leaning slightly over the pale hikari. Ryou wrapped his legs around Yami’s waist in response to the change.

Bakura slid his finger into that welcoming heat slowly, hissing with the contact. Sweet Ra, Ryou hadn’t been lying . . . Yami was tighter than Ryou had been his first time! He would have to be especially careful, considering the circumstances.

He hadn’t lied to Yugi when he said he had no desire to hurt his former enemy. And the fact that Yami was giving him his virginity in this mortal life . . . that was an astonishing development. While virginity wasn’t a big thing back in Egypt . . . and especially not to the Pharaoh, who had a harem at his disposal from the age of eight or so, it was a big thing in this time. Yami’s willingness to entrust him with his first time being taken . . . well, while he wasn’t inclined to the ‘sentimental bullshit’ his hikari ascribed to on a regular basis, it still made him feel warm and fuzzy. Disgusting, really, but the truth.

Yami was surprisingly relaxed as he added a second finger . . . it wasn’t until the third that he tensed up and whimpered a bit. Ryou moaned around Yugi as Yami pushed forward into him further, causing the Pharaoh’s hikari to gasp.

“Are you okay?” Bakura whispered into one ear, tucking a golden bang carefully behind the delicate shell as he leaned over the man. Yami nodded.

“I’m fine,” he murmured, then surprised Bakura by turning his head to lay a gentle kiss on the thief’s mouth. “Just do it. I want to know what it feels like to be owned by a thief.” He smirked at the stunned expression, and an answering grin blossomed on the pale man’s face.

“That will come later, Pharaoh,” he replied, his voice husky with promise, and the crimson eyes darkened in hunger. “For now, however . . . I may be a sadistic prick, but no one should have their virginity taken in pain. So relax . . . I don’t want to hurt you. Besides which, I think your hikari and mine would kill me if I did.” He withdrew back to his ministrations before Yami could respond to that, gently working his fingers to stretch the tight passage as much as possible and lessen the pain. There was no way he could make it NOT hurt, but he could diminish it.

Yami had begun moving within Ryou, setting a delicate, slow pace that was doing most of Bakura’s work for him while not jostling Ryou from his attentions to Yugi. Bakura was impressed despite himself . . . he doubted he would have been able to do the same in Yami’s current position. Of course, he was having his own problems at the moment. The feel of Yami’s tight heat around his fingers was making his groin simply throb with the desire to bury himself in that warmth. It was with a supreme effort on his part that he made sure the Pharaoh was fully stretched before he moved to slake his own hungers.

He hissed as he set himself at Yami’s entrance, sliding in slowly as Yami withdrew from Ryou . . . and shuddered violently at the low moan of pained pleasure that came from the man before him.

“Holy Ra,” he gasped, feeling the tight muscles clench around his length, massaging the ache that had settled there. “Sweet Isis, Atemu . . .” He groaned as Yami shifted against him, listening to Ryou’s whispered pleas for more as Yugi panted above his pale hikari.

It was Yami that set the pace, sliding smoothly in and out of Ryou and impaling himself upon Bakura erection at the same time. Pale hands settled on the smooth golden hips, helping the former Pharaoh steady himself with Ryou’s legs wrapped around his waist as they were. He watched what was going on beneath him, his erection throbbing more by the second with each gasp and moan of pleasure from the other three.

Yugi whimpered, feeling Ryou’s fingers probing at his entrance as the pale hikari suckled on his flesh, swirling his tongue around the over-sensitized tip before deep throating him, humming in pleasure as Yami pressed in rhythmically. The pale hips moved upward into each stroke, and Yugi decided he didn’t have enough to do with this whole scenario.

Bracing himself on one elbow, because his whole arm was shaking too much to hold up his upper body, he used his other hand to wrap around Ryou’s erection, timing each movement of his hand with his dark’s thrusts. Ryou whimpered around his flesh, causing him to moan with the delightful sensation as the pale hikari began to suck harder at him.

Yami was dripping with sweat, his golden bangs sticking to his face as he tried to concentrate on what he was doing and not what he was feeling. It was a losing battle, however . . . on the one side he had Ryou’s tight heat wrapped around him, and on the other Bakura’s hard length filled him with a delightful friction that dulled out the pain of his first time. He was bound to get overcome, and it wasn’t long before he did. But he held out longer than Ryou and Yugi.

Ryou came first, his back arching as Yami brushed his prostate a last time, shooting a line of fire straight up his spine that made him scream as his vision went white. The movement caused him to brush the bundle of nerves in Yugi, who gave a hoarse shout of his own as his climax rolled over him.

Ryou’s passage suddenly tightening around him threw Yami off, and his careful pattern stuttered before he slammed into the pale boy desperately. Silken walls clamped down around him but it wasn’t quite enough to send him over the edge . . . until Bakura hit that single spot within him. He fell over the edge into bliss, a harsh cry of Bakura’s name spilling from his lips as the pale hands tightened on his hips.

Bakura growled, his hands clenching around golden flesh as Yami tightened around him to near painful proportions. Sweet Hathor, she had gifted the Pharaoh with one hell of a body this time around! Seeing as how Ryou was now out of immediate danger, he put force behind his thrusts, listening to Yami moan as his movements prolonged the man’s orgasm.

He finally slammed deep, emptying himself with a cry . . . surprisingly, of Yami’s true name.

“Oh fuck . . . Atemu!” He leaned over the golden figure, bracing his arms on either side of the bed to keep himself upright as he shuddered with the force of his pleasure, feeling the Pharaoh still shivering violently beneath him. Ryou’s legs had fallen to either side of the man, and he smiled slightly before giving into his more ‘fuzzy’ feelings, laying his head between the arching shoulder blades and planting a gentle kiss there.

Yami moaned slightly, feeling the soft press of lips against his spine before managing to get his muscle control back . . . enough to pull out of Ryou and move away from the thief before flopping onto his back beside the pale hikari . . . and pulling Bakura down with him.

Surprisingly, the Tomb Robber didn’t make any protest as he came to rest atop the golden form, his head resting on Yami’s shoulder gently, one arm draped across the slim abdomen, sticky with Ryou’s release. Yugi had collapsed on the other side of Ryou, and the two hikari’s lay beside each other, cuddled closely together. Chocolate and amethyst were already drooping wearily . . . it wouldn’t be long before they were both unconscious.

Bakura sighed as he felt Yami tangle his fingers in the silvery locks, massaging his scalp gently. This was actually . . . nice, in a way. Different, but nice. He relaxed slowly under the soothing actions, unconsciously tucking himself in closer to the former Pharaoh to share warmth as their bodies cooled from their exertions.

“Bakura?” Yami murmured, and Bakura murmured slightly to show he was conscious and listening. “Thank you.” One white eyebrow arched in amusement before the pale thief chuckled slightly.

“Anytime,” he replied, and Yami snickered slightly before they both fell quiet, drifting gently into sleep to join their hikari’s.