Meutsuri

Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Warning: Yaoi, language, etc.

Chapter 2

Otogi knocked on the front door of Ryou’s and Bakura’s apartment late in the evening. After a few moments, Ryou answered the door and smiled at Otogi.

“You don’t have to knock, you know,” the white haired hikari said cheerfully. ‘You’re always welcome here.”

“Thanks,” Otogi said, scratching the back of his head. Ryou told him this every time, but Otogi still couldn’t bring himself to just walk in to Bakura’s house like Malik and Marik did.

“Want something to drink?” Ryou asked, bounding into the kitchen. “I just got back from the store, so we have a bunch of stuff.”

“Nah, I’m okay,” Otogi responded. “Hey, is Bakura here?”

“Yeah,” Ryou said, failing to hide the grin on his face.

When Ryou didn’t continue, Otogi stared at the ground and ran a hand through his hair. “Umm...where is he?”

Ryou watched the dark haired boy as he shifted uncomfortably. “You don’t have to be so shy, Otogi, we all know what you do with Bakura, it’s not like it’s a secret. And no one is judging you for it,” Ryou said with a kind smile.

Otogi returned the smile, easing up slightly.

“He’s in his room,” Ryou said. “Will you tell him I am going to the store?”

“I thought you already went to the store?” Otogi asked.

“Well, yeah, but I need to go to a different one now!” Ryou responded.

“Oh, okay,” Otogi replied, deciding not to question it, and went down the hall to Bakura’s room.

The door was open as usual, and Otogi stepped in the doorway. Marik and Bakura were lounging on Bakura’s bed, watching an action movie and both looked up as Otogi entered.

“Oh, sorry,” Otogi muttered, “I didn’t realize you were busy.”

He was turning to leave when he heard Bakura say, “Get your ass in here.”

Otogi spared a glance at Marik who had gone back to watching the movie before entering the room and settling on Bakura’s other side, feeling a bit awkward. The yami wrapped an arm around him and pulled him into a kiss. Otogi relaxed and let Bakura kiss him, and then settled against him to watch the movie, head resting on Bakura’s shoulder.

“Ryou said he was going out to the store,” Otogi mumbled, cuddling up against Bakura.

“He’s goes to the store an awful lot, doesn’t he?” Marik observed, never looking away from the television screen.

“Yeah, must be a hikari thing,” Bakura responded absently. “Does Malik go to the store a lot?”

“No, not really,” Marik replied. “He just goes to Jou’s all the time.”

Bakura shrugged. “Must be a British thing then.”

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By the time the movie and both its sequels were over, it was late, even by the yamis’ standards. Marik yawned and tugged at his shirt, clearly planning on staying the night. Otogi shifted uncomfortably as Bakura ran a hand through his hair as he stood and unbuttoned his pants.

Otogi always felt like he was out of place when Marik was there. The two yamis had such an easy friendship. Bakura and Marik seemed to have a level of understanding that Otogi knew he could never achieve with Bakura. He wasn’t jealous of Marik. Intimidated maybe, but not jealous. He knew Bakura wasn’t sleeping with him. Not that it would make much difference if he was, since they weren’t in a committed relationship or anything. It was just sex. Otogi wished it was more sometimes, but he wasn’t stupid enough to think it would really happen. This was Bakura, and everyone knew he didn’t get involved like that. Besides, the sex was really good. It was just always kind of uncomfortable when they weren’t having sex. Bakura was always nice to him; they just didn’t really have any kind of relationship other than sex. And whenever Marik was around, Bakura tended to ignore him. And Marik was usually around when they weren’t having sex.

Otogi watched his two companions shed their clothes and climb under the covers, and he got up to leave.

“What are you doing?” Bakura mumbled sleepily.

“Going home,” Otogi said softly.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Bakura muttered. “Get into bed.”

It wasn’t a big deal to stay the night. He’d slept over with Bakura a lot. Of course that was usually so they could have sex in the morning.

Otogi looked apprehensively at Marik on the far side, and Bakura caught it that time. “Come on babe, its big enough for three.”

Otogi nodded and turned away from Bakura and Marik to pull off his shirt and pants, trying to slip under the covers before they could see him, feeling shyer than usual.

“Don’t be so modest,” Bakura said as he pulled Otogi to him and kissed him. “Everyone in the house has seen you naked already.”

Otogi blushed at that, realizing it was true, and Bakura just laughed softly against his skin.

“Go to sleep, baby, and we’ll have fun in the morning,” Bakura murmured, letting go of him and turning over.

“Not with me here, your not,” Marik muttered from Bakura’s other side.

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Marik yawned and slowly opened his eyes, blinking in the light coming through the curtains. He looked around for a moment in confusion and then remembers he was at Bakura’s. He glanced to his right and found the owner of the room sleeping next to him. The thief’s arms were wrapped firmly around Otogi’s waist and Bakura’s body was molded against his, the dark haired boy’s head tucked under Bakura’s chin.

Marik snickered and got out from under the blankets and headed to the bathroom across the hall. Ryou was already there, yawning around his toothbrush.

“Late night?” Marik asked.

Ryou nodded.

“Shopping?” Marik asked, raising his eyebrow.

Ryou looked at him. “Yeah,” he said, spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing his mouth.

“At midnight? I don’t know of any store that stays open that late,” Marik observed.

Ryou just glared at him. “Tell Bakura, and I’ll slit your throat.”

“Not a word, Fluffy,” Marik said, holding his fingers up in a Boy Scout salute. Ryou rolled his eyes and went back to his room, and Marik stripped and stepped in the shower, sighing happily as the steamy water hit his body.

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Bakura walked groggily into the bathroom as Marik was towel drying his hair.

“Finally unlatch yourself from Dice Boy?” Marik asked as Bakura splashed water on his face.

“Shut up,” Bakura mumbled, stealing Marik’s towel to dry his face. “Besides, I wasn’t ‘latched’ to him.”

“You were,” Marik said with a laugh, “You had your arms wrapped around him and were spooning like little lovebirds.”

Bakura growled and threw the towel at Marik. He sat on the toilet with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. “Promise you won’t laugh,” Bakura muttered through the hair that had fallen over his face.

Marik stopped laughing, sensing how serious his friend was. “Promise, mate.”

“I think I love Otogi,” Bakura said quietly, almost hoping Marik wouldn’t hear.

Marik heard. He started laughing He couldn’t help it. Soon he was doubled over holding his stomach as Bakura’s eyes got narrower and narrower as he glared at him.

“You bastard! You said you wouldn’t laugh!” Bakura growled, getting up to leave.

“No, no, it’s not that,” Marik said, weakly grabbing his friend’s arm and pulling him back. “It’s just been so fucking obvious, Bakura! I see the way you’re always looking at him! And I see they way you are always so nice to him when you think no one else is looking. Everyone else has realized this by now but you,” Marik wheezed, trying to catch his breathe.

Bakura glared at him.

Marik finally caught his breath. “But seriously, when did you figure this out?”

“Just now,” Bakura growled, feeling very embarrassed.

Marik laughed softly and patted Bakura on the shoulder. “Great thief and soul stealer has gone and fallen in love,” Marik joked.

“Tell anyone and I will cut out your kidneys and eat them,” Bakura said bitterly.

“Everyone knows already,” Marik said with a wide grin.

“Tell anyone I admitted it and I will cut out your kidneys and eat them,” Bakura replied.

“Point taken,” Marik replied. “Hey, what’s that smell?”

“Ryou’s probably making pancakes or something,” Bakura replied monotonously.

“Yay! Pancakes!” Marik squealed and darted out of the bathroom and down the hall.

Bakura shook his head and went back to his room to wake Otogi for the early morning fun he has promised.

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“Hey babe,” Bakura whispered, pressing his lips softly to Otogi’s. “Time to get up.”

Otogi stretched beneath him and opened his eyes, a smile on his face. “Morning,” he whispered.

Bakura kissed him again, a bit more insistently this time. “Morning, babe. I’ve got a surprise for you,” Bakura said with a grin.

“Mmm,” Otogi grinned. “I like the sound of that.”

“I thought you would,” Bakura said and he kissed Otogi again, tangling his fingers in his dark hair.

Soon they were kissing feverishly and grinding against each other. Bakura lazily slid a hand down Otogi’s chest as he assaulted his mouth with his tongue. When he reached the waist band of his boxers, he slipped his hand inside without hesitation and wrapped his fingers around Otogi’s growing erection. Otogi gasped at the sudden contact and Bakura pulled away, allowing the other boy to catch his breath as he steadily fisted him.

Soon Otogi was writhing and gasping beneath him as Bakura fondled him.

“Pl-please, Bakura!” Otogi moaned. “I can’t last mu-much longer.”

“It’s okay,” Bakura whispered, leaning down to kiss him once more. “Come for me baby.”

Otogi let out a keening cry as Bakura’s mouth descended on him and swallowed. That was all he needed to come long and hard down Bakura’s throat, muttering his name over and over as he did so.

Bakura swallowed it all and left Otogi to recover as he searched in his closet for the ‘surprise’.

Otogi lay panting on the bed, his eyes closed as he basked in the afterglow of his orgasm. An appreciative moan escaped his lips as he felt two slicked fingers push into him.

“We’re not done yet, babe,” Bakura assured him as he kissed his stomach and continued to finger him. Otogi felt himself just starting to become hard under Bakura’s ministrations when the fingers were removed. Otogi whimpered, knowing he sounded pathetic, but not really caring.

The whimper quickly turned into a cry of surprise as something long, thick, and definitely not Bakura was plunged into him. His eyes snapped open to find Bakura sitting between his spread legs smiling mischievously at him.

“Just relax, babe,” he purred, stroking Otogi’s thigh. Otogi nodded and took a deep breath, trying not to clench around the object inside of him.

“Ready?” Bakura whispered, kissing him chastely on the mouth. Otogi didn’t know what he was supposed to be ready for, but nodded anyway.

Bakura did something to what ever was inside him and it started to vibrate. Otogi let out a low moan as it pulsed inside him, arching into Bakura. The yami grinned and stroked the boy’s stomach.

“You like that don’t you?” he asked.

“Ye-yes,” Otogi gasped as Bakura switched up the speed. He felt the toy being adjusted and suddenly it hit his prostate and stars exploded in Otogi’s vision. Bakura kissed his neck softly, murmuring to his lover as he turned the speed up all the way.

Bakura left reassuring kisses along his shoulder as Otogi cried out beneath him as that little bundle of nerves was continuously assaulted.

“I want you to come,” Bakura whispered in his ear. Otogi tried to get the breath to answer, but could only nod his head. He reached down to fist himself, but Bakura stopped his hand.

“Without touching yourself,” he whispered, running his tongue around the curve of Otogi’s ear.

Otogi was gasping and arching into Bakura’s body with every pleasurable pulse that wracked his. Bakura was still kissing him, trailing down to his chest to take a nipple between his teeth and bit harshly.

“Ba-Bakura! Baby, please!” Otogi gasped.

Bakura didn’t respond, but only shifted the position of the vibrator so it was hitting his prostate more directly. Otogi screamed this time as the pleasure built inside him. He needed release so badly, but Bakura’s mouth was busy with his sensitive nipples, nipping them harshly and soothing them with his tongue. One of his hands was stroking his side gently while the other held the vibrator in place.

Otogi fisted the sheets under the onslaught of pleasure that seemed to be coming from everywhere. He felt his body beginning to tense and helplessly bucked his hips into Bakura’s stomach. The slight friction was all he needed to reach his orgasm as he came harder than he ever had before all over both of them.

Otogi collapsed bonelessly on the bed, completely exhausted, but warm and satiated. His body was still tingling pleasantly with the aftershock of his orgasm, and Bakura’s hot tongue was cleaning up the cum splattered across his stomach.

Otogi must have dozed off because the next thing he knew, Bakura was leaning against the headboard and pulled Otogi into his arms, kissing him softly. Otogi purred into the kiss, happy to let Bakura hold him.

“Did you like that?” Bakura asked, his voice still heady with lust.

“Yes,” Otogi breathed. “But I think it’s going to take me awhile to recover.”

Bakura chuckled softly and kissed him again. As he repositioned himself in Bakura’s lap, he noticed Bakura was still hard.

“You never came,” he said, voice full of concern.

“It can wait,” Bakura responded, twisting his fingers into the other boy’s hair and pulling his face close for another kiss.