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The Mistakes We Make	By : Taiorami Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3637 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
The Mistakes That We Make
Notes: I know it seems like Ryou, Jou, and Bakura get a lot of screen time but you have to think about it like this: I haven�t even thrown Atemu into the Kaiba/Yugi thing yet. And I will get to Honda and Otogi, this chapter was just getting long, plus they only get s few pages because they aren�t nearly as dysfunctional as the threesomes are.

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Chapter Two

At the Beginning

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Seto Kaiba was very much not amused. He couldn�t emphasis that point enough. He should have never been on that ridiculous trip to begin with but he�d been at a lost for a reason not to. Plus he�d gotten a chance to annoy Yugi�s mutt and that was always a worthwhile endeavor.
He couldn�t resist a slight smile. But it was an evil smile because�he was an evil wicked CEO and everything he did was elegant and evil and such. Right.
He could almost hear Mokuba laughing at him.

�If you�re so evil big brother then why are you giving Yugi a ride home?�
Yeah. That was exactly what that little brat would say while flashing him that impish smile of his, because he knew full well that Seto couldn�t be mad when he looked so damn cute.
Stupid Mokuba�
�Thanks for giving me a ride Seto.� Yugi said.
He looked at the slight teen and made a concentrated effort to not wince. Yugi wasn�t his usual hyper, borderline maniac, self. He looked almost�wilted and washed out. That gas, whatever it was, had clearly done a number on him. Seto supposed he was lucky in that respect. Other than a little bit of dizziness he�d been fine.
Fine enough to start plotting Tea�s death anyway. Stupid meddling animal loving bitch. It was supposed to be a simple trip to Seun Pharmaceutical Labs. They were partially owned by Kaiba Corp so he�d thought it would actually be beneficial to see how some of his �non-gaming� investments were going. And of course he�d be able to bug Jou. They�d been walking past come of the rat cages when half of the group started screaming about unfair treatment and then the smoke.
He was pretty sure it was tear gas but for the life of him he couldn�t figure out who would be dumb enough to sell that bunch of twits anything mildly harmful. They were�well, twits. Obviously. And with Tea as their ringleader it should have been clear that group had not only a few screws loose, but weren�t capable of using something like teargas wisely.
There had been lots of screaming and sounds like gas breaking and an alarm had gone off. He recalled the smoke turning an inky red color, as opposed to the opaque gray it had been before. After that everything got kind of hazy and blurred together.
The next thing he clearly remembered was breathing in through an oxygen mask at the hospital. He�d been in an ugly white room with Yugi and his little band of do-gooder misfits. After a few moments he�d grabbed a doctor and demanded to know of any side effects they could suffer from.
He wouldn�t have been bothered with any of them except that the doctors had been neglecting him and since they all happened to be in the same room it wouldn�t have been�seemly to demand to know what was wrong with him without finding out about them as well.
He did have a public image to maintain after all. Not a good one per se, but it never hurt to get a few points with the media. Mothers didn�t like to buy their brats toys, games, and cards made by a total jerk. Or at least that�s what Mokuba said and he was the only one �in touch� with the people and what they wanted so Seto had to take his word for it.
After stuttering for a few moments the unfortunate doctor had said they were able to go home, as there didn�t appear to be any side effects beyond a slight peak in hormone levels, but they should have someone monitor them closely. A problem has arisen when Yugi, who�d been leaning against the mutt and looking�deliciously vulnerable, had whispered something along the lines of his grandfather being out of town for a card convention in Kyoto.
So Seto had found himself offering the slight teen the chance to stay at his house overnight. He�d explained it away as Mokuba wanting to see Yugi but the truth was�Seto didn�t know why he�d done it. He�d just been looking at the tri-colored teen, the way his pink lips had been parted as he drew in a raspy breath and how his tongue peaked out every now and then to wet them. His hair had lost its spikiness and was lying against his head with the same sweat that made his skin glisten under the harsh hospital lights.
He�d been looking and the words had just burst from his mouth. Yugi had blinked at him with bewildered violet eyes before agreeing. The mutt had looked annoyed but allowed his small friend to leave the hospital with the CEO nonetheless.
Apparently the blond would be keeping the albino company as both of their fathers seemed to be out of town. Honda, the only one who hadn�t been completely doused with gas (He�d been nearest to the door and had been forced out by guards so he�d only inhaled a small amount) had been called into the room and had agreed to take Otogi home.
And just like that Seto and his �rival� were on the way to Kaiba Manor. Speaking of Yugi the teen seemed to be the worse for wear. He was twisting around almost anxiously and sweat was beginning to make his shirt stick to his skin.
Speaking of sweat Seto was feeling�hot all of a sudden. Not exactly in an uncomfortable way�just kind of flushed all over. And a strange sort of heat was coiling in his stomach. It wasn�t unfamiliar but it was hard to put a finger on exactly.
�Yugi?� He reached over and put a hand on the other teen�s shoulder. Violet eyes snapped open, wide and startled, almost like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck. His lips parted in a silent gasp and his pupils contracted until it almost seemed like the purple would overtake it completely.
Seto�s mouth went dry.
��ah.� He couldn�t recall ever being struck silent by a person�s appearance before. �Are you�I mean�do we need to go back to the hospital?�
Yugi�s lips moved for a moment without sound and then he swallowed before trying again. �I�it�s so hot. I don�t�hot. Need.�
Seto frowned and drew his hand back. A strange twinge of regret filled him but he ignored it in favor of reaching into the small cooler under his seat. He felt around and finally his fingers grasped a cold bottle of water. The coolness of the glass sent a small thrill up his spine.
He hadn�t realized until that moment just how warm he felt.
He could hear Yugi shifting around but kept his eyes trained on the floor of the car for a few long moments. Then there was a whisper of fabric. Yugi�s jacket fell into a heap on the floor and he tore his eyes from the floor.
His breath caught in his throat. Yugi was stretched out on the seat, head leaning against the window. He was writing against the leather of the seat and biting down on his lip hard. His shirt road up and a patch of pale white was exposed to the air. Apparently this agreed with him because Yugi twisted more and his shirt went up while his pants seemed to go dangerously low.
Seto�s eyes darted forward before he reached up and hit the button to put the glass separating them from the driver up. Not that he didn�t trust his driver (he wouldn�t allow anyone he didn�t trust to be discreet to work for him) but he doubted Yugi would want anyone to witness this.
Still he was cautious of the fact they may have to go back to the hospital as this was far from normal behavior. Yugi was�demure and sweet and cheerful. And now�well now he looked almost�fuckable. Seto felt his cock stiffen as a low moan escaped Yugi�s mouth.
He reached out again and warily touched a patch of bare skin. He wanted to touch him, to make sure he hadn�t fallen into some perverse dream, as well as make him sit up so he could take a closer look at him and maybe get him to take a drink. That thought however left his mind the moment their skin made contact.
A shiver went through his body, like a small jolt of electricity, and the heat in his stomach seemed to intensify. He was sure he was sweating. But that came second to the reaction of his rival. Yugi mewed softly and his back arched, eyes glazing. Then his hand darted out and wrapped around Seto�s wrist and the bottle fell, forgotten, to the floor. It was almost like Yugi�s fingers were burning into his flesh, both adding to the warmth and helping to alleviate it.
�Please.� Yugi�s voice was a high whine that reflected need and want and need. �Seto.�

Seto moved closer and as he did he felt the heat grow, spreading though out his limbs. Somewhere, deep inside his steadily fogging mind he thought that maybe he didn�t like this. It didn�t make sense and he couldn�t control it.
Nonetheless he found he�d pulled his hand free and was stroking over the flesh of Yugi�s stomach. It was the touch�he wanted to touch Yugi. More than wanted to, he needed to do it. He felt like he might just go mad if he didn�t touch him.
And then he had his arms full of Yugi, warm and slick and wiggling and perfect. Violet eyes burned into his own from behind half closed eyes and for a long moment neither of them moved. Just sitting like that, Yugi almost in his lap and close enough to claim his lips, the heat subsided.
Yugi�s breath blew across his cheek teasingly while fingers gripped his arm and heated flesh pressed against him. He reached up, hand going to the back of Yugi�s neck, and pulled him in. Their lips met and Seto was willing to swear the world burst into flame around them.
In the back of his mind Seto knew something was wrong but he also knew he needed to touch Yugi. Something inside screamed that the only way to make this...heat go away was to touch him.
And maybe that wasn�t sure a terrible idea�
Yugi�s lips parted in a soft moan and Seto couldn�t help but take advantage. Honestly, he was a blood thirty heartless CEO, of course he was taking advantage of the situation. (Seto was at this point clinging desperately to the thought that he wasn�t a nice guy, least he lose complete control.) He let his tongue dart out to taste Yugi�s lips. The taste of oranges and cream lingered there and it made Seto want more. Yugi�s small hands fisted his hair, pulling. Delicious prickles of pain tingled all over his scalp, followed by the light scraping of Yugi�s nails.
He pulled back, sucking in air and pulling the other teen�s shirt over his head. Yugi soft mewl turned to a low keening cry when Seto�s lips latched onto his throat. Seto could feel the tiny gasps and moans.
He let his hands dip below the hem of Yugi�s pants and found that there was nothing else down there. Well, he felt a patch of curls, but other than that�
No underwear. He wouldn�t have thought Yugi to be the type.
�Se-to!�
He loved the way Yugi moaned his name, long and loud while thrusting into his hand. He�d found Yugi�s length and rubbed it, causing the enthusiastic response from his would be lover. Yugi started to rock back and forth and Seto drew back to watch. His hair was damp with sweat, his lips were parted slightly and his eyes were shut tight.
He was beautiful. It was funny that he�d never noticed it before.
In the back of his head he was sure that this was a bad idea if for no other reason than the fact that the spirit who seemed to follow Yugi around was going to have his balls. He was a bit like an over possessive boyfriend that way and Seto didn�t
Yugi�s small hand was under his shirt, stroking the skin almost reverently.
And he didn�t
Uh�didn�t.
His shirt somehow vanished and Yugi was closer to him, flush against him, heated flesh moving over heated and�
ohgodhereallyshouldn�tbedoingthisbutitwassohardtopushYugiawaywhentheywerethisclose.
Shit.
He leaned back down, sealing his lips over Yugi�s.
He�d never admit it out loud but he didn�t exactly have�a lot of experience in such matters. Being the CEO of a major company had made him very cautious about those he choose to associate with and, when it�d suddenly become frighteningly clear that he was gay, he�d had to stop all relationships, period. He wouldn�t sink so low as to deceive some poor women and he knew a boyfriend or male lover would be terrible for his image.
He could count on one hand the number of people he�d kissed and it seemed strange that at the moment Yugi was at the top of that list.
Speaking of hand, he�d without a doubt never had his on someone else�s body in quite this manner. His own, sure, but someone else�s�? The opportunity had never really presented itself before now. It seemed strange that it was Yugi of all people that he was doing this with.
He wondered if he was doing it right. Was it any different from touching himself? Was he supposed to do something other than�what he was doing? He�d never thought he�d be one for virginal fumbling in the back of one of his limos.
Then again he�d never thought about a lot of stuff. And it seemed that his mind was racing a mile a fucking minute in order to make up for it, and it kind of hurt his head.
Yugi let out an almost strangled moan into his mouth and there was a warm liquid splash across his hand. Seto let his grip on the smaller teen tighten and he thought, a little numbly, �Well this isn�t so complex.� He pulled his hand from Yugi�s pants as light breath once again caressed his skin. He considered the slippery white stuff on his hands, not sure what he was supposed to do with it.
Yugi surprised him. The small teen grabbed his wrist again and, with a look that could only be described as�sultry, brought his hand to those pale lips. Seto could only watch, breath hitching in his throat as his tongue flicked out and lapped at the cum on the palm of his hand.
�You�ve done this before.�
Yugi actually smirked at him.
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It started on the bus. Ryou had been talking about a new tournament that was to be hosted in a few months. It was being held by McMillan INC, which was Kaiba Corp�s biggest competition at the moment. Yugi had already declined the invitation as had Kaiba, both stating they weren�t interested in any competitions at the moment. With the first and second best duelist out Jou and Ryou had suddenly been in high demand.
Ryou had just started talking about how Bakura had pretty much ordered him to be involved in the duel or else face his wrath. Ryou had smiled slightly as he said it as if to indicate just how little his yami scared him these days.
And then Ryou�s eyes had dimmed and his entire face had contorted into a grimace of pain. He�d clutched his stomach and kind of slumped over into Jou�s arms, a quiet moan escaping his lips. An old woman, the only other one on the bus, had sent a scornful look their way but Jou had been too busy keeping Ryou from tumbling to the floor to notice.
Thankfully Ryou�s stop had only been a few minutes away and, supporting his friend carefully, Jou had led him off.
He�d debated for a moment the possibility of waiting for a bus going the other way and taking Ryou back to the hospital but after a moment of thought decided against it. If Ryou got really bad he�d just call the hospital again.
The walk to Ryou�s had been�stressful. Ryou had been almost limp against them leaving Jou to do much of the walking. And for some odd reason every time Ryou�s bare skin brushed his own tiny shivers went through his body. And he couldn�t help but notice that Ryou was sweating pretty badly. Tiny beads of sweat decorated his pale skin and caused thin strands of hair to stick to his face. His tongue kept peeking out to wet his lips and something about it made Jou�s jeans grow tighter.
Which was ridiculous because Jou wasn�t attracted to other guys and he most certainly didn�t get hard at the thought of them. No matter how good they may have looked� And if he had been attracted to other guys it wouldn�t have been Ryou who came equipped with a psycho yami.
So there. He was so not attracted to Ryou and thus he couldn�t possibly be getting hard.
With that thought in mind he tore his gaze from Ryou. They were almost to the other teen�s home and he couldn�t help but be relived. Ryou swayed away from him, resting heavily against the doorframe and unlocked the front door with trembling fingers. He stumbled through the front door and managed to make it to the living room before more or less collapsing.
At least he�d made it to the couch.
�Ya uh�wan� something to drink?�
Ryou regarded him through half-lidded eyes and there was that tongue again and Jou wanted to make some deeply sarcastic remark about not putting it out unless he intended to use it but his mouth was dry again and nothing was coming to mind.
In fact the longer he stood there the more out of control things were getting. The room seemed to tilt and his dick was harder that he could ever remember it being and he wasn�t sure why. Blood was pounding in his ears like the drum solo at some rock concert and
Fuck.
Ryou shifted a little bit on the couch while putting a hand to his head and wincing as if he was in pain. Maybe he was feeling what Jou was feeling. Not that Jou knew what he was feeling. But whatever.
�Ryou? Where the hell have you been?� Bakura came down the steps, taking them two at a time.
He wasn�t wearing much but Jou couldn�t blame him. It was a very hot spring for some reason and the rainy season had been abnormally short. Still he couldn�t help but appreciate the pale but toned legs, clad in tight black jean shorts, or the even paler chest. He found his eyes drawn to a flash of silver in one of the spirits nipples.
�See something you like Mutt?�
Again he wanted to give a properly sarcastic remark but he found he was rather at a lose for what to say. He could do little more than gape at the man.
This was bad.
Bakura rolled his eyes as if dismissing him then walked over to Ryou who was staring up at his darkness intently. Or it would have been intently if his eyes didn�t have that distant glazed look to them. Bakura frowned and if Jou had had all of his mental facilities about him he might have realized it was concern on the man�s face.
He reached out and touched Ryou�s cheek almost delicately and the response was immediate. Ryou�s eyes got a little wider and the moan the left his mouth was nothing short of�stirring. It was almost like someone had suddenly lit a fire in the pit of Jou�s stomach and the heat was racing outwards from that point. He knew he was sweating badly and he felt almost woozy but at the same time his body was alert and aware and it tingled�
He slumped against the wall and felt the rough scratch of plaster as he did.
He closed his eyes in an attempt to steady himself but opened them again when Bakura made a noise of surprise. Ryou had, it seemed, pulled his darkness on top of him and latched onto his mouth. One of his legs went around Bakura�s waist while one of his hands went around to his back. Jou watched as those thin fingers made their way between the shoulder blades to rest at the small of his back.
Bakura�s eyes were wide and startled for a moment then he pulled back, ignoring the small needy whine his light let out. His eyes flickered over to Jou who was watching as a flush spread across his body.
Hot. He was very hot.
Strangely he wasn�t sure if he meant himself or Bakura or Ryou.
He slide down to the floor and the cool wood pressed against his hands. It felt a little better, but not enough to mean anything.
�Ryou�light. We have an audience.� Bakura�s voice was a hoarse rasp and again Jou found himself looking up. Ryou just arched his body up, molding the eerily similar frames together until the blond honestly couldn�t say what belonged to whom. At least not until he saw Ryou�s strangely deft fingers working down Bakura�s shorts.
Bakura looked over at Jou again and seemed to be trying to say something with his eyes but Jou was too far-gone to care about anything except the skin that was becoming exposed to his eyes. Long expanses of pale flesh, darker in the places that got light than in the places that didn�t. Bakura�s ass was probably the palest of all, almost chalky white.
Jou licked his lips. Something screamed that this was dangerously out of hand but he found he really didn�t care much anymore. He liked this. Why he liked it he couldn�t say, but he did. A lot. More than was really�okay.
Bakura was on his knees and motioning for Ryou to follow his lead. He stripped off his light in a matter of moments, tossing the clothing onto the floor with the carelessness of someone who never picked up after themselves. Then fingers, just as long but slightly thicker than Ryou�s, moved over the younger teen�s skin. Bakura�s started at the collarbone and, as if he knew the body he was touching well, went from there.
Down the chest slowly and Ryou was breathing heavily and Jou imagined those fingers to be calloused and rough against Ryou�s smooth skin. Bakura�s mouth followed with slow sucking kisses that left patches of reddened flesh in their wake. Ryou�s hands were on his shoulders again, clutching and scratching. A tongue over pink nipples then a mouth, while fingers toyed with the other one. Eventually leaving both of them hard and glistening and Ryou wasn�t the only one shivering.
Jou�s body did a brilliant job of shutting down when Bakura took Ryou�s cock into his mouth. His heart skipped a few beats, his breath caught in his throat, and he found that all he could do was stare. He wondered if this was anything remotely like dying and almost giggled because odds were if he wanted to know about people dying he was in the right place.
Long red scratches would mark the fiend�s back for days to come, the product of an over-sensitive light and, he would add with a smirk, his own impressive skills. Ryou�s harsh breathing (in and out, in and out, almost in time with his dark) mingled with Jou�s in the small living room, but it didn�t take long and soon Ryou was shuddering his release, eyes shut tightly as a grimace of pleasure contorted his face.
And then he slumped against his yami, sucking in air like he had just been drowning.
Jou thought it a true testament to his will power that he didn�t come in his pants.
Bakura laughed, though it was more of a throaty chuckle, before letting his light slide from his mouth with a wet pop that Jou heard very clearly. Ryou swayed and then sat back before stretching out his legs in front of him, watching as Bakura stood and turned, as if to leave. And then, almost like an after thought.
�Don�t go anywhere.� Ryou whimpered. �Don�t whine. I�m sure Katsuya can keep you company for a few moments.�
And he was gone. And Jou was faced with impossible wide brown eyes, staring at him with lust and maybe a hint of affection. It wasn�t like Jou had never had sex before, though never with another guy, and he kind of thought it stupid to let a silly thing like that get to him.
�Okay, maybe he�d never had sex before. But he�d had a girlfriend for a while and they�d fooled around a little and whatever else he was thinking went out of the fucking window because he found himself crawling over to the couch, leaning up, and kissing Ryou.
A kiss that was enthusiastically returned.
He wondered if Bakura was going to kill him.
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Bakura found what he was looking for in Ryou�s dresser. A small half-empty tube of lube and, as he pushed the drawer shut again, he couldn�t help but wonder what in the hell was going on. It wasn�t everyday his shy little light stumbled into his arms, reeking with want and perfectly willing to strip down on the couch.
Or in front of other people.
And it was completely beyond him that Jou, allegedly straight as an arrow Katsuya, would play voyeur to Ryou�s sudden exhibitionist streak. Though Jou had more than the voyeur angle working for him at this point because the two teens were being far from quiet in the living room.
He was pretty sure he was supposed to be upset. Under normal circumstances someone touching his light would send him for one of the sharper knives in the kitchen but�well, it was Jou, meaning no threat of losing Ryou to him. And Jou wasn�t exactly hard on the eyes or anything, so it could be entertaining to watch.
And maybe the darker part of him that he made a show of keeping from his light and his light�s friends took a little thrill in thinking that maybe he�d be able to pop Jou�s cherry, as it were.
Or he could just watch. Watching was fun too.
He leaned against the railing of the steps and tilted his head off to the side. He was about halfway down and had a wonderful view of the couch from where he was, ergo a wonderful view of Jou and his light. They were practically attacking each other�s lips, clumsy and frantic but none the less�hot. He could see flashed of teeth and tongue doing battle for dominance.
It was funny because he�d never imagined Ryou dominating much of anything.
Jou was fully dressed, which ruined the effect slightly, and Ryou�s fingers were buried in his hair and holding his close while�s Jou�s hands clutched the edge of the couch.
And that wouldn�t do. Damn if Bakura would admit it, but sex was one of the few areas where he could make sure Ryou knew he cared. Everything else he did tended to end in sarcasm, pain, and anger, but sex�he could do that and make sure Ryou enjoyed it at all costs.
He wasn�t going to have Jou screwing that up. If Ryou wanted Jou then at least the blond could do it right. He sighed as he finished walking down the steps.
Virgins. Had to show them everything.
Ryou�s eyes darted over to him as he rounded the couch and the pair broke for air. Ryou was just blinking at him placidly but a definite note of fear was clear in Jou�s eyes and he moved away from Ryou as much as he could with the albino�s death grip on his hair. Well at least he still struck the fear of death into someone.
��Kura?�
He hated that name. But now wasn�t the time for that. He couldn�t waste a golden opportunity like this. Two hot and willing teenagers in his (and by his he meant Ryou�s) living room. He�d be a mean bastard later on.
He leaned over Jou�s head and kissed Ryou lightly. The albino submitted without hesitation, lips parting under his own. He let his tongue dance over the teen�s lips, tasting him briefly, before pulling away some. Ryou shifted a little and watched him through half-lidded eyes; kiss bruised lips pulling to a pout. Another quick kiss then Bakura motioned for him to wait a moment.
He reached down and eased Ryou�s hands away from Jou and he was almost positive his light glared at him. He settled onto his knees on the hardwood floor then, watching those amber eyes widen in surprise, kissed the blond. It was closed mouth and a touch awkward because he could feel the blond�s hesitation and confusion making him tense up.
This was a repeat of the first time he and Ryou had kissed though he was hoping this ended with more than blushing and sleeping in different beds.
He bit the blond�s lip lightly and, when Jou made a noise of surprise, gained the entrance he was seeking. He half-expected Jou to fight him and half-expected easy acceptance. He got a little bit of both. Jou�s eyes stared into his own for a moment then drifted shut. His hands lost their white-knuckled grip on the couch and came to rest on his hips, not pulling him closer but not pushing him away either.
Jou accepted the kiss and, after a second, began to mimic Bakura�s actions. The fiend kept it easy and for the most part kept his tongue (and teeth) to himself. He had to give the blond credit; he followed along very well. Mouth wasn�t open to wide, he wasn�t drooling, and he didn�t attempt to bite Bakura�s tongue off.
So it wasn�t Jou�s first kiss.
He pushed the teen�s blazer off of his shoulder then started on the buttons of his shirt. He really thought these uniforms had too many pieces but thanks to Ryou he had more than a little experience with removing them without breaking a kiss. He made short work of the shirt and the belt and even the buttons and zipper of the pants.
Then Jou was pushing him away lightly. He allowed it and rocked back to lean against the couch to watch. He let his legs go out in front of him while he crossed his arms over his chest. Ra but he hoped that Jou wasn�t going to freak out and run away.
That would be such a cock tease.
The blond stood and there was very noticeable bulge in his pants. Bakura knew that his actions had been well received at least. Jou�s eyes were trained on the floor as he quickly toed off his shoes and socks, pushed down his pants, taking his underwear with them, and kicked them off to the side.
And then he looked up, eyes going to Ryou who made a noise like a purr over to Bakura who just stared. He couldn�t help but think it was shame that Jou had that body and that package but wasn�t using it. He grabbed Jou by the arm and pulled him over again. It didn�t take much to get the blond down and straddling his legs.
With one hand he held Jou steady and with the other he sought out the tube, which had somehow rolled partway under the couch, and passed it up to his light. For a moment he thought Ryou might beg off but it was plucked from his fingers and then the albino was sliding off of the couch.
Bakura mentally sighed. Yeah. Something weird was going on. This was too good to be true.
Pharaoh was surely going to scold him for taking advantage of whatever weird state Ryou and Jou were in and�well. He didn�t care. It wasn�t like Atemu could Mind Crush him or banish him to the shadow realm for it; they, which included Marik, had rules they had to follow upon being allowed to have their own bodies and one of them was that they had to stop trying to kill/banish/maim/possess/steal from each other.
As he thought Jou became impatient apparently and he was pulled from his thoughts as a flash of pain tinged pleasure went straight to his cock. Jou�s fingers had found the silver hoop through his left nipple and pulled just enough to have the desired effect. Amber eyes blinked at him and then, with a smile that bordered on impish, pulled again. Jou�s head dipped down and for a moment all Bakura could see was a shower of gold and then a hot tongue was caressing the hoop.
He gasped.
Fast learner this one was.
Ryou was kneeling next to them and unscrewing the cap of the lube. He reached between them and found the blond�s cock. It was drooling at the tip and Jou bucked into his hand at the contact. He pumped slowly and felt the way Jou groaned. Ryou leaned in and his tongue flicked over Jou�s ear then teeth closed over the lobe. It was only a moment, then tongue around the shell of the ear and down to the neck.
It didn�t take much to have Jou whimpering between them.
Ah, the fine art of distraction.
Ryou had long beautiful fingers that, in Bakura�s opinion at least, were made to hold an instrument or something just as artistic. His light didn�t take a compliment well and blushed brightly every time he commented on it.
Judging by Jou�s yelp of surprise he had just become very intimate with Ryou�s fingers. Bakura held tight to Jou�s hip to keep him from squirming so much that he made it worse than what it was. Ryou left Jou�s neck, leaving a dark purplish mark in his wake, and turned to watch what he was doing.
Bakura suddenly found a problem with this position in that he couldn�t see. From experience Bakura knew there were few things as arousing as watching Ryou get himself ready (something about seeing his innocent light pushing his fingers inside of himself had a way of bringing him close to the edge) and he imagined this would be�fun to watch as well.
He was contemplating this when the phone rang, shrill and loud. It effectively ruined the cocoon of silence that had descended around them.
They all turned to stare. Ryou�s eyes clouded over and, while worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, he backed away from them. Jou squirmed again then turned to watch as Ryou padded to the kitchen.
Bakura rolled his eyes. That kid was way too responsible.
Oh well. He pushed Jou up to his feet, grabbed the discarded tube, and began to lead the blond upstairs. The bed was a better place for this type of thing anyway. No worries about splinters or otherwise uncomfortable things in uncomfortable places.
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Shadow: Thanks. ^-^ This story may be a long one, so trust that there will be lots of�stuff.
Ladywolf: Thanks so much for the review. How will Seto and Bakura take it indeed�
Mr. Pointy: I try to update within the week, though I make no promises. I�m a slacker at heart I�m afraid�
Silver: I don�t usual read them myself, because you tend to end up with a lot of�effeminate guys running about and that�s kinda icky, but I figured I should give it a shot myself. And here it is�
Sphinx: Everyone is curious about Bakura�maybe because he�s so damn unpredictable. Ponders

Yana: Maybe. It�s either Seto, Yami�s, or Seto and Yami�s child(ren). I can�t tell you yet.
Anubiset: Yeah, Jou�s reaction was a bit of a shock wasn�t it? Not to worry, the boy has his reasons for taking it so badly. Other than being a whiney bitch I mean.
Gothic_Kaiba: Can I just say, first, love the name. Gave me all sorts of interesting Kaiba-centric thoughts. And second, danke for the review.
Anon: Bakura/Jou/Ryou does evoke all sorts of nice mental pictures doesn�t it? Yes it does�
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