Buyou! Buyou! Kowaku..

Dance! Dance! Seduction.

Warnings: Shonen Ai, Yaoi…threesome…uhm…lewd dancing? Very very slight Seto bashing.

Disclaimer: None of it’s mine, the song is ‘Holy Virgin’ by Groove Coverage…The title has nothing to do with the movie x.x;

Ryou: -Pouts- It was Malik’s fault!!
Bakura: -Snags his hikari.- Mine. Got that, Malik?
Malik: Yeah yeah…-rolls eyes- On with the FICTION..

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A soft groan left Bakura’s lips, and for once in his life, he wished he could lock himself away in the ring again, at least it was silent there. A pounding techno beat filled the apartment and the yami was quite surprised that the other tenants hadn’t complained yet, but his headache was surely complaining. Fantastic, he thought sarcastically, gripping the bag of groceries that Ryou had forced him to go get…not that they needed the groceries, Bakura figured Ryou just wanted to get rid of him...maybe he was just paranoid.

..But for good reason..

WHAT THE HELL?! The question echoed through his head as he stared at the sight before him. There was no way to tell where the caramel skin ended, and vanilla began. His innocent little hikari was pressed against Marik’s and they were moving in ways that made Bakura think that were sexing each other up right there in the middle of the living room, had it not been for the fact that they were almost fully clothed.

…clothed, a term used as loosely as possible…

Ryou’s legs were encased in something that shimmered under the lamplight and sunlight that streamed through the window, the black leather clung to the swell of his ass, an ass that Bakura’s eyes had followed ever since he’d acquired his own body. The hikari’s chest was almost bare, covered only in a thin black t-shirt that looked mutilated, on closer inspection he found it to be one of his own shirts, turned into sleeveless shirt that barely covered the pale abdomen, a glittering silver gem sparkling in his navel. As if the way Ryou was dressed wasn’t bad enough, he was pressed lewdly back against Malik, his arms thrown up and over the blonde’s neck, while the Egyptian’s hands rested around his hips, hands set indecently close to the perfectly outlined bulge in Ryou’s pants.

“I’m a little lady,
Treat me like a baby,
I've been waiting weekly.
For someone like you.”

Ryou’s eyes were closed, his lips parted in something akin to pleasure, but Malik’s eyes were open. Open and set on Bakura’s own russet, staring orbs. The tip of a pink tongue darted out, playing along the flesh of Ryou’s neck, Malik never leaving Bakura’s gaze. It irritated the spirit beyond belief. Ryou was an innocent. A virgin.

Right?

The way the smaller hikari was reacting to the touches on his neck, wasn’t what one would expect of a virgin. Soft pleading whimpers were leaving parted lips, and he was moving his head to offer more of the alabaster expanse to Malik’s lips, tongue, and teeth. Bakura could see the way Malik’s jean-covered hard on was pressed tightly against the seam that ran down the center of the swell of his light’s ass, and how they both seemed intent on pushing the bulge as close as possible. Ryou’s hips were moving in a way that even Kaiba, no matter how asexual the bastard was, would be turned on.

“Can you share my passion,
Earning my obsession.
I want satisfaction
All of the time.”

Bakura found his grip on the bag slipping and slowly lowered the groceries to the floor, pausing to wipe a sweaty palm against the thigh of his black jeans. He wanted to kick the Egyptian’s ass for touching what was his. Mine? He questioned himself, eyes never leaving the way Ryou would rock back into Malik’s hips, the way his hands would fist in the blonde locks and tug them to the point that Malik would hiss and bite at Ryou’s neck, which would earn another rock of his hips…a never ending circle. Licking his lips slowly, Bakura moved closer, not wanting to disrupt the dance, but still wanting to pound Malik into a blood pulp…or…pound into the jean-encased ass that was moving so enticingly.

“If you want to taste me,
Try my paradise.
Come, and feel up my desire.
You can please me,
Taste me,
Take me to the sky;
Baby, we can burn like fire.”

Hazy lilac eyes followed Bakura’s movement, a slight smirk upturning his lips as tanned fingers moved closer to the zipper of Ryou’s pants, tracing it silently, and eliciting a moan from the pale boy’s lips. One of the Egyptian’s hands made it’s way upwards, slipping under the loosely termed shirt that Ryou was wearing. Bakura’s hands reflexively fisted at his sides, refusing to permit a shiver at Ryou’s gasp. The blond haired demon was still smirking and watching Bakura, it was easy to see how it was affecting him. Petal-soft lips curved slightly, and Ryou’s tilted head shifted slightly, Bakura could see that Ryou’s eyes weren’t shut, in fact they were opened just slightly, and the lust-darkened eyes were on him. “Bakura..”

“I am your holy virgin,
Be gentle all the time.
I am your holy virgin,
I'll blow your mind.”

His name on his hikari’s lips sent a jolt to his already aching cock, and he found himself unwillingly drawn closer to the demons. Yes, that seemed suitable. Both of the hikaris’ eyes were opened, opened and eying him with promise of pleasure if he so permitted it. The yami found himself swallowing hard under the gazes, and averted his eyes, lips parting with an almost silent whisper, “Ryou..” The name burned his lips and he was quick to lick at his suddenly dry lips, a motion that did not go unnoticed to the two hikaris. Malik’s arms loosened, then slowly fell away from Ryou’s body, and Ryou’s arms moved from around the blonde’s neck. Moving forwards, the paler hikari smiled softly, hips moving with the pace of the tempo, lips moving with the lyrics that were beginning to finally seep into Bakura’s ears.

“I am your holy virgin,
And if you touch me right,
I'll be your nasty virgin.”

Ryou moved like a serpent, pressing against his yami’s chest, urging him into motion, his arms moving around Bakura’s neck, lips playing along his jaw line. Malik’s movements were less serpentine, but no less graceful, Bakura noted hazily that the Egyptian moved like a jungle cat, a predator, while Ryou’s body betrayed the meekness and submission he tried to hide. Soon, the spirit found himself pressed between two moving bodies, Malik’s hips pressed tight to his ass, grinding into him and drawing an unwanted moan from his lips as Ryou shifted and pressed back into Bakura’s hard on, the warmth of the jean-encased length taking residence where Malik’s was only moment before.

“I can take you places,
Show you all my faces;
No, I don't walk the paces,
We're gonna be there.”

Nails raked down Bakura’s arms, Malik’s nails, and forced one of the other’s arms to curl around Ryou’s waist, the yami lifting the second to wrap it back around Malik’s neck as their motions became less seductive and more needy. Soft whimpers were leaving Ryou’s lips as a hand fell across his leather-covered cock, pressing and running his palm along the outline, Bakura’s body was reacting to each of Ryou’s whimpers, bucking slightly into the light’s hips as Malik’s hips ground hard into his ass. The beat of the music was fading out of their attention as they got lost in each other.

“Do you wanna hold me
When I feel lonely?
Slowly you consume me,
angel of mine.”

Malik began to pull away much to Bakura’s dismay, but one look from the lilac eyes made his mouth shut and his heart race pleasantly. That look promised things. The Egyptian slowly pulled Ryou away from his yami, catching the soft whine of protest that left the hikari’s lips with his own. Bakura stumbled back to sit on the recliner, legs spread and stretched out as he stared at Ryou and Malik, catching peeks of tongues and teeth with each movement of their clashing lips. One hand slid slowly to his crotch, forcing the pants open so he could massage the ache that was building in his cock.

“If you want to taste me,
Try my paradise.
Come, and feel up my desire.”

When Malik and Ryou finally came up for air, Bakura’s fist was moving slowly up and down his rock hard length, teasing a bit of precum from the tip. Ryou took one look and glanced over to Malik, who gave him a slight smirk. The smaller hikari stumbled over to his yami, kneeling almost immediately between the long, lean legs. Glazed russet eyes watched Ryou was he lowered his head, feeling so disconnected from all that was happening until the first touch of Ryou’s tongue on his cock sent him right back to his aching state of need. Rosy, bruised lips closed over the tip of Bakura’s cock, sucking gently on it was Malik looked on and Bakura moaned softly, urging his hikari on, “Deeper, c’mon Ryou…fu..ck….more..!” He hissed out, tossing his head back against the back of the recliner as Ryou’s lips descended over his length, taking him deeper, and even deeper when Bakura didn’t think it was possible. Soon enough, Ryou’s button-nose was pressed against Bakura’s silvery pubic hair, head bobbing in short movements as he sucked on the whole length. The blonde Egyptian moved closer during all this, watching silently, knowing just what it was like to feel Ryou’s mouth around him.

“You can please me,
Taste me,
Take me to the sky;
Baby, we can burn like fire.”

“Ugh…so hot, Ryou…that’s it…” Bakura was murmuring rather vocally now, fingers buried deep in his light’s hair as he thrust into the mouth. Ryou couldn’t help but gag every now and then, before pulling back slightly and letting his yami use his mouth as he felt Malik’s fingers curve around him, undoing his pants and urging them down his slender hips. A deep blush spread over Ryou’s already heating features as he was bared to Malik’s eyes, lips tightening around Bakura’s length, whimpering meekly against the flesh. Dazed russet eyes snapped open at the whimper and he thrust harder, gasping out as the vibrations trembled over his cock. Just before he could get off and fill Ryou’s mouth with his cum, the hikari drew back and gasped, back arching. Upon further inspection, Bakura was awarded with the view of two glistening fingers of Malik’s sinking within Ryou’s entrance, stretching him smoothly.

“I am your holy virgin,
Be gentle all the time.
I am your holy virgin,
I'll blow your mind.”

Tears dripped down Ryou’s cheeks as Malik buried a third finger inside his body, and he couldn’t help but cry out against Bakura’s thigh, “Oh gods, Malik..please….” He sobbed, fingers fisting in the chair on either side of Bakura’s legs. After a long moment of jabbing at Ryou’s prostate to the point that he was screaming for more, he removed his fingers and sat back, slowly pulling his violet t-shirt over his head. Ryou whined at the loss and immediately lifting himself up abit, glaring with watery eyes over at Malik who just smirked in response, “C’mon, Ryou…let’s show your yami how loud you can scream…” The Egyptian purred, inching backwards then standing to slide out of his pants, leaving him bare in front of the pair’s eyes. “I’m taking you then, Malik.” A gruff voice spoke up, and Ryou lifted his head to blink at his yami in surprise. He wasn’t sure if he was upset that his dark didn’t argue with Malik over the fact that the blonde was taking his hikari, or if he was happy that his dark didn’t argue at all.

“I am your holy virgin,
And if you touch me right,
I'll be your nasty virgin.”

Ryou moved to lay on the carpet, letting Malik remove his shirt quickly, before the blonde moved into position between his thighs. A creak from the recline signaled that Bakura had gotten up, and, lifting his eyes, Ryou was greeted with a sight. Bakura was his own pale Adonis, the epitome of sex, and he found himself almost feeling bad for Malik…Bakura was so large…but Malik didn’t at all put out, infact he looked like he was about to salivate at the sight. Bakura moved to sit beside the two of them, lifting Ryou’s hips gently and caressing his sides with long fingers, helping Malik move into position. Leaning down, Bakura kissed his hikari hard, effectively distracting him from the burning entrance of Malik’s cock. A smirk slid over the yami’s lips as he pulled back, surveying both of the hikaris’ dazed looks, before moving behind Malik. He bent over the Egyptian’s back, meeting Ryou’s eyes, “I don’t have lubricant.” Bakura murmured into Malik’s silky hair, urging a tremble from the previously domineering looking light, “Doesn’t matter..” He received as a hiss in response, “Just do it.” With those words, Bakura shifted, and with one smooth thrust, buried himself within Malik’s clenching heat. A scream left the blonde’s lips, choked off by a endearing kiss from Ryou, who moaned softly as Malik was drove deeper in his body in an attempt to get away from the pain of the entrance. The scent of coppery blood filled the air, and Bakura grinned, withdrawing and glancing down to look at his blood-slicked length, before driving it in deeper, each thrust urging Malik’s hips forward’s into Ryou’s.

“Now the curtain falls,
Hand just calls.
Open up your eyes
For someone like me!”

The movements of their bodies built in tempo, Bakura roughly entering Malik, who bent over Ryou and thrust into the smaller hikari, urging screams from his lips. Both Bakura and Malik’s pleasure-filled expressions were viewable to the pale light, and he fought to keep himself from cumming right then and there at the sight. Malik’s blood was slipping down his thighs with each thrust of Bakura’s hips, but that didn’t stop the Egyptian from thrusting back against Bakura, then forwards into Ryou’s clenching body. He felt, more than saw, Bakura’s hand sneak between him and Ryou, earning another cry from Ryou as he felt his yami’s hand close on his cock, “Oh gods…Kura…!” He cried, tossing his head from side to side as he fought to send Malik deeper within his body. With a scream, Ryou’s back arched, almost throwing both Malik and Bakura’s bodies from over him, cum coating Bakura’s hand, and Ryou and Malik’s stomachs. He screamed wordlessly as he came, clamping down on Malik’s length, who drove deeper, then filled the writhing body with his own seed. Bakura’s hips moved for a few moments, but the pleasure that laced across Ryou’s face, and the clenching muscles of Malik’s body sent him over the edge.

“I'm on my way,
Leaving today,
I'm gonna ride
To the other side.”

Three sets of eyes closed as Bakura slowly withdrew and Malik moved away a bit. The blonde was nursing his ass, but looking okay for the most part, even more wide awake than he was before, which proved a feat, when looking at Ryou who’d passed out right there on the floor. Bakura’s lips curved up in a smile at the sight and he stroked a hand through his light’s hair, lifting his eyes to Malik as the blonde cleared his throat. He was surprised to see the boy redressed and was smirking once again, “He loves you, yanno…the reason I was here, before you as, was because he asked me to give him dance lessons…something about seducing you…” And with that, Malik, after giving a wink, turned and headed home to the arms of his own yami.. Bakura gently gathered Ryou from the floor, moving to turn off the stereo, before pausing and listening to the rest of the lyrics, a soft grin on his lips.

“If you want to taste me,
Try my paradise.
Come, and feel up my desire.
You can please me,
Taste me,
Take me to the sky;
Baby, we can burn like fire (like fire).
I am your holy virgin,
Be gentle all the time.
I am your holy virgin,
I'll blow your mind.”

Shaking his head, he turned off the music, then, holding his precious bundle close, made his way towards the bedroom, gently laying Ryou out on his bed, before slipping in beside him and cuddling the boy into his chest. “Mhn…Yami…?” Ryou murmured with a yami, lifting his eyes slightly to peer up at his Yami, “Hm..?” Bakura asked, opening an eye to peer at his light. “…Love you..” Ryou whispered shyly, and Bakura smirked, drawing the little hikari closer protectively. “Love you too, Ryou…next time though…tell me when you’re having dance lessons, don’t want anyone touching what’s mine..” “Yours?” Ryou questioned, tilting his head at his yami’s possessive tone. “Yes, mine. All mine, Ryou.” The hikari blushed gently, then gently inched away from his yami’s hold, “But Yami…how can I be yours if you haven’t taken me yet..?” A wolfish grin spread over Bakura’s lips and he shifted, grabbing his hikari and pinning him down against the bed, “I was just waiting for you to ask…” With that, the yami pressed his lips to his hikari’s, gripping him tight and close.

~The End~

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Malik: -Whine- My ass hurts…
Bakura: -Grins- Serves you right…-Goes about groping the blonde and earning a yelp.-
Ryou: BAKURA! Stop tormenting Malik, or no sex for a week..!
Bakura: -Sulks.- But…hikari…! Oh..fine..-sniffs and crosses his arms over his chest.-
Malik: -Yelps again.- Bakura! -Snickers to himself.-
Ryou: BAKURA! I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH HIM! NO SEX!
Bakura: But…-…You dumb blonde! -takes off after the running blonde.-
Ryou: Oh dear..-shakes head.- Please review?