It was the first of May, and the YGO gang were in geography class, working in groups of four on a ridiculous project assigned to them by their overenthusiastic teacher who apparently still thought they were all elementary kids. They were supposed to shape Europe with sand in a shoebox lid. Yami thought it was pathetic. He and Yugi had somehow ended up working with Ryou and Bakura, of all people. Yami strongly suspected he had Ryou and Yugi to blame for this. They made a cute couple, but ever since they had gotten together they seemed to share some misconstrued notion that Bakura and Yami should "make up". Yami snorted. Fat chance of that ever happening.
"What's so funny, Pharaoh?" Bakura chose that moment to make his obnoxious presence noticed. "Won't you share the joke with us?"
Out of habit, Yami glared at him. "I was just contemplating the futility of certain activities," he retorted. "Like trying to break into Kaiba's mansion every week. When will it get into your thick little heads that you're never going to succeed? It's about as hopeless as trying to beat me at Duel Monsters," he finished smugly.
Bakura didn't seem fazed by Yami's barbed attack on his dueling skills nor on his and Marik's weekend activity. "Oh, don't you worry your pretty little head about that," he replied airily. "Trust you me, I will beat you one day. And we are developing the perfect means for taking over the world, never mind breaking into one mansion."
Yami rolled his eyes. As if. "Kaiba won't be happy to hear that," he said dryly.
Bakura raised an eyebrow. "What, so you gonna tell him?" He smirked. "So the rumors about you and Kaiba are true?"
Yami narrowed his eyes. "What rumors?"
Bakura leered and made a rude gesture. "That you're screwing him to gain his favor."
"Screwing?" Yami repeated cluelessly.
"Yes, screwing, fucking, whatever, having sex if you wish" Bakura said impatiently.
Yami went red in the face. "I – you – he –" he spluttered. "I don't – those rumors are entirely untrue! Whoever started them is a fool and a liar! Why on earth would I need to gain the favor of Kaiba anyway? I'm the King of Games, for Ra's sake!"
"Methinks the lady doth protest too much," Bakura said lightly.
Without even noticing the uncharacteristic knowledge of classical literature that Bakura was displaying, Yami lunged at Bakura, entirely disregarding the table between them. While Yami was busily throttling Bakura and spitting insults in his face, Yugi and Ryou stared in dismay at their formerly almost completed project that now lay overturned on the floor. Yugi's despairing cry of "Yami!" finally brought Yami back to his senses and he stopped trying to throttle Bakura and looked guiltily at all the sand spread out on the floor around them. "Oops?" he said feebly.
"What is going on here?"
Oh great. Now the teacher was interfering too.
"Bakura and Yami had a… discussion and in the process they ruined our project."
Oh dear. If even Ryou sounded annoyed… that was not a good sign.
The teacher drew herself up to her full height. "You two!" She addressed Yami and Bakura in an exasperated voice. "You are constantly disrupting class with your incessant fighting! Since you obviously aren't able to lay your differences aside on your own, I'll just have to force you. For the rest of this period, you will hold hands, and I hope you learn from it." With a last glare at the two culprits, she turned on her heel and marched back to the front of the room.
For a moment, the room was silent, then Yugi and Ryou suddenly fell about laughing. Bakura seemed shocked into silence. "But-" Yami tried to object, but quailed under the irate stare of their teacher. "Hands. Now," she bit out. Reluctantly Yami reached his left hand towards Bakura and was taken aback when the thief grabbed his hand forcefully. "Good," the teacher said, "now get to work!"
"But how-" Yami gestured to their hands.
"Well, then you'll just have to learn to work together for a change."
Shooting a surreptitious glare at the back of their teacher, Yami picked up the showbox lid and stood up. Yugi got a dustpan and brush from somewhere and started gathering the sand back into the lid.
"Okay, let's get started!" Bakura said brightly. "I'm doing Iceland!"
The rest of the group just glared at him.
At long last the bell rang. Yami sighed in relief and tried to pull his hand away from Bakura. To his surprise, the thief held on.
"Tomb Robber, what the hell?"
Without answering, Bakura hefted both his and Yami's bags on one shoulder and pulled Yami out of the classroom and down the hallway.
"You idiot thief, could you please let me go and explain what the hell is going on? You have no right to-"
"Oh shut up, you're attracting attention," Bakura cut him off irritably. He dragged Yami into a deserted corner and turned around to face him. Yami put his one free hand on his hip and stared at Bakura. "Well?" he demanded.
Bakura looked at him intently. "You really have nothing going on with Kaiba?" he asked seriously.
"No! I already told you I-"
"Good. That means you're still free, no?" Bakura smiled mischievously.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Oh nothing, nothing at all," Bakura said lightly, then leaned forward and kissed Yami full on the lips.
Yami was so shocked that Bakura was already half way down the hallway before Yami even registered what exactly had just happened. "Bakura – wait!" he called.
Bakura stopped and halfway turned around.
"I thought you were together with Marik?"
Bakura smirked. "Ever heard of a threesome?" he asked craftily. When Yami mutely shook his head Bakura winked and told him, "Well then I suggest you find out! Ask your hikari, he should know all about it." With that he turned around and vanished down the hallway.
Yami stood still for a moment before he noticed that Bakura was still carrying his bag and that, in fact, he better hurry towards his next class if he wanted to make it on time. He refused to think of the way the warm lips had pressed against hi- Donuts, Yami told himself firmly. Think about donuts. (1)
"Er, Yugi, what's a threesome?" Yami asked his hikari as they were having dinner.
Yugi almost choked on his mouthful of water. After he'd recovered he looked over at Yami and asked warily, "Why do you want to know?"
"Well, Bakura mentioned the word and told me you'd know what it meant." Yami blushed as he remembered The Incident, as he had mentally dubbed it.
"Well…" Yugi began hesitantly, "it's like… well, instead of just two people being together, you have three people involved with each other."
"Oh." Yami swallowed heavily. Bakura and Marik? Both of them? At once? One might barely be bearable, but – wait, why was he thinking like that? He didn't want to be involved with either of them in any way, shape, or form! The way he was thinking, it sounded almost like – no. Better focus on the other issue at hand – "So why did Bakura say you should know all about it?"
Yugi blushed, then sighed. "I'm sorry, aibou. I fear I haven't been entirely truthful with you."
Yami dimly sensed his impending doom behind his hikari's words. "I don't think I want to-"
"No, it's been nagging at my conscience for a while now," Yugi interjected. "It's best I get it over with now. You see – I'm not just together with Ryou… we're together with Mokuba, too."
(1) Tribute to "Like a Pack of What?" by Kishiro Kitsune (on fanfiction.net). Because that story is awesome and you should all go read it. And the sequels.