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Complex Marriage

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Ryou and Bakura

Staring straight ahead of himself, Bakura let out an annoyed sigh; he’d already done his nightly rituals and climbed into bed the better part of twenty-five minutes ago, and was waiting on Ryou to join him.

Why do you always take so God damn long to get ready for bed, Prissy?

Hurry up.

I want to do stuff to you.

There was a loud sigh of relief from the ensuite bathroom, heralding the hikari’s return to the bedroom; Ryou practically sparkled as he made his way over to the bed and got in. “Ugh...I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

A grin crawled across his lips, as he scooted closer to his partner. “You and me, both.”

After giving his yami a quick smile, Ryou turned toward the nightstand, grabbed a book, and settled in.

Eyes narrowing, he paused. “...What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

The hikari looked at him, blinking those big, innocent brown eyes. “Getting ready to read. I haven’t had any real down-time for reading until we arrived at the house, and I found this book at the airport about a fascinating commune from the 1800s called ‘The Oneida Community.’”

”Weren’t you reading earlier?” The irritation was plain in his voice.

”That was a different book; I wanted to finish it before I started this one. I’ve been looking forward to reading this one for the last two days.”

“Yeah, well...look forward to it tomorrow.” He pushed the book down, toward Ryou’s lap with one hand, and hooked the other around his neck. “I want to do dirty things to you.” The familiar scent of his partner filled his nostrils as he mouthed the soft skin of his throat.

But he leaned away, pushing him off. “Yami...not tonight. I’m tired.”

Rolling his eyes, he released his hold on him. “You’ve been ‘tired’ for the past week. Can’t you just lie there and let me do all of the work?”

Propping the book back up, he squirmed around to get comfortable. “Even if you do all of the work, I’d still need to go clean up afterward, and I’m just too exhausted to deal with that.” Finally, he opened the book.

Taking a long, steady breath, he stared at his hikari for a few moments. “You’re punishing me, aren’t you?”

Ryou’s eyes didn’t leave the book. “Now you’re just being silly.”

“You’re the one who’s being silly; you think you can get away with lying to me?”

“Please. Why would I bother going through the trouble of lying to you when it’s so much easier to yell at you, instead?”

“Because you know that no matter how much you yell at me, it won’t change the fact that I hate that fucking pharaoh.”

“I wasn’t going to bring it up but, now that we’re on the topic,” the hikari looked at him, “I’m none too pleased with your behavior today. You swore, up and down, that you’d be decent to him.”

His eyes widened. “Are you fucking with me? I tried to play nice, but all he did was act like a total stuck-up bitch!”

“Gee...I wonder why he wouldn’t believe you to be anything short of a basket of sunshine and flowers.” Ryou gave him a droll look.

Eyes narrowed, he shook his head. “I can’t believe that you, of all people, would throw that Zork shit in my face.”

The slighter one’s expression softened. “I’m not. I know it wasn’t your fault -- Yugi knows that, as well. But Atem’s clearly still struggling with separating the real you and Zork-possessed you. What happened back in Egypt was really traumatic for him--”

“And it wasn’t for me?”

He tilted his head. “Of course it was, Yami. Look,” he closed the book in his lap, “my point is that both of you suffered...both of you were hurt, and both of you have every right to be angry. But until you both acknowledge each others’ pain and show a bit of empathy toward one another, you’ll both always be angry.”

A short, stiff puff of air pushed out of his nose. “You know what? You’re right, Ryou. I’ve seen the light: I feel so sorry for him. He must’ve been through hell, living in the lap of luxury, giving zero fucks about his father’s court murdering my entire village, while I was destitute and alone. Halle-fucking-lujah.”

“Yami...” The word rode out of Ryou’s mouth on an exasperated breath.

“Yeah, no; I’m going to bed.” He rolled over, pulling up the blankets around himself. “Wake me up if you want a hate-fuck.”

Yugi and Atem

As soon as Atem slipped his pajama top over his head, he peeked over at Yugi, who was curled up on his side in the bed. Although the mattress was huge, the little one practically hugged the edge of it; it was as though Yugi wanted to be as far away from him as possible once he got in.

Taking a slow, deliberate breath, he paused to stare at his partner for a moment before climbing in next to him: when he did, he stayed a good two feet away from Yugi, but turned his head toward him. “Are you still awake?”

“Mm,” the back of Yugi’s head replied.

“Are you angry with me?”

“A bit.” Silence. “More than that, I’m disappointed in you.”

“Aibou, if I could force myself to like him, I would. But I can’t.”

“You can; you just choose not to, Yami.”

Closing his eyes, he took a moment to gather himself before speaking. “You seem quite certain of yourself.”

“I am.”

“And why is that?”

“Because you’re not even trying; you’ve never tried with him.”

“And how would you know that?”

“Because when you try, you usually succeed.”

He smirked to himself. “You know, more than anybody else, that I don’t win every battle.”

Yugi shifted in his spot a bit. “I know you more than anybody else, in general; you didn’t afford him one ounce of kindness at any point today when you had ample opportunity.”

“Frankly, he didn’t seem to want any kindness from me -- not with the way he was behaving.”

“Please stop trying to ret con the day; I was there through most of it, and I know for a fact that he was trying to be friendly toward you. Every olive branch he offered you was snatched out of his hand and cracked in half.”

A bit of anger churned in his stomach. “You didn’t interpret any of his words as disrespectful? Not one?”

“What I saw was a man you wanted nothing to do with try to engage with you, then become frustrated -- and justifiably so -- when you continued to be a brick wall with him.”

Going silent, he rolled Yugi’s words around in his mind for a bit. “Maybe you’re partly correct.”


“OK; maybe you’re correct.”


He drew a quiet sigh. “If I promise to try harder tomorrow, will that be enough?”

Yugi paused. “Maybe.”

Rolling his eyes, he couldn’t help but smile. “Is it OK if I snuggle you?”


He furrowed his brow. “No?”

“I’m tired. But I suppose you can give me a hug.”

Once he slid over to his partner, he wrapped an arm around his middle, pressing his body against Yugi’s. The smell of bonfire was still in the little one’s hair, and he couldn’t help but take a long inhale as he spooned him. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” It almost seemed that Yugi was moving on instinct, as he pushed back against him. “You promise you’ll try harder?”

“Yes. I promise.”

Seto and Jounouchi

Once Jounouchi put down the hair dryer, he gave his clean, dry, bouncing do a shake, then entered the bedroom from the ensuite bathroom.

“Hey.” Seto’s gaze didn’t leave the screen of his phone; even still, he looked irresistibly snuggle-worthy, all bundled up in bed.

“Hey, yourself.” He climbed into bed next to him. “What’re you up to?”

“Texting Mokuba.”

“Oh, how’s he doing?”

“He’s fine.” Seto placed the phone on the night stand. “He really likes Yugi’s new game.”

He grinned, snuggling up to the brunette, draping an arm across his slender stomach. “Yugi just keeps on making us that ‘fuck-you’ money, doesn’t he?”

“That’s why I hired him.” Seto kissed the top of Jou’s head, then went silent.

...For a moment.

“How stupid do you think I am?”

Jou’s eyes went wide in terror. “...HUH?”

“Are you going to admit that you lied, or are you just going to keep going with it?”

“Lied? Lied about what?”

“Please. You weren’t afraid for a second that things wouldn’t be like they were in high school.”

He sighed. “That was fast.”

“Did you honestly expect anything less?”

“No, I just...” he snuggled his face against the crook of Seto’s shoulder, “didn’t want you to get stressed out or bitchy about the fact that those four are having some issues. I was even a bit scared that you’d regret having them around because of the bickering.”

There was a short breath above him. “I’m not sure if that says more about me, or more about you.”

“I didn’t mean--”

“Am I really that un-compassionate?”

He squeezed the taller one a bit harder. “No, that’s not it. I just didn’t want you to be on-edge; I know how much you need to unwind, and I didn’t want to make things awkward, but I didn’t want them to not be here.” He gave him a kiss on the chest. “I’m sorry. And, not for nothing, you’re one of the most compassionate people I’ve ever met.”

“You didn’t always believe that, though.”

“No. No, I didn’t.” He smiled. “But, then again, I didn’t really know you when I thought that.”

A long, slender hand snaked its way around Jou’s shoulder and squeezed. “I didn’t really know you, either, Puppy.”

“Hey now...”

A deep laugh reverberated in Seto’s chest. “I want to help them work things out.”

“I’m relieved that you feel that way, because that’s how I feel, too.” Stretching his neck, he turned his head toward Seto’s throat and mouthed the delicate skin. “Why’re you so perfect?”

“Hm.” The short laugh was followed by a deep sigh; it vibrated against Jou’s mouth. “I think you’re far more appropriately situated to answer that question than I am.” Skinny fingers wove their way into Jou’s hair, grasping lightly at the blond locks.

“Maybe,” he whispered before running his tongue against the brunette’s neck.

Once he lifted the covers a bit, he crawled on top of his partner. Running his hands up Seto’s chest, he overwhelmed his mouth with his own; the brunette’s hands came up to desperately cradle his face, surrendering to his admonishments.

One by one, Jou popped each button of his lover’s pajama top open, and when his shapely chest was completely exposed, he pulled away from those tempting lips to kiss a frenzied trail down his torso.

Squirming under his touch, Seto panted, pawing at the top of Jou’s head as it descended toward his belt line.

Right then left, Jou draped either of his partner’s legs over his shoulders, then smiled up at him. “I guess you’re still in the mood?”

“Shut up.” The droll reply came with a slightly amused expression, and it made him smile even wider.

He rose until the brunette’s rear lifted from the bed; fingers hooked around the waist of Seto’s pants and pulled until they were down to his mid thigh. Ever so delicately, he guided one long, devastatingly sexy leg out of its pajama prison, and immediately attacked the smooth, warm skin of his inner thigh.

“Mm...!” Seto arched his back, his head lulling against the pillow, digging the heel of the targeted leg into Jou’s back.

Moving up the thigh, working his lips and tongue along the way, he eventually came to the delicious junction where the leg met the hip, eliciting a muffled moan from his other. While Seto was distracted, he gently lowered the still clothed leg onto the bed, then gave his member an agonizingly slow lick up the entirety of the length.

There was a soft thud next to him; cocking his head, he looked over to find that Seto’d tossed a bottle of lubricant beside them, and smiled.

He reached under Seto’s propped up leg, snatched the bottle, then pushed himself up into a sit on his knees. Finally, the brunette took his leg off of Jou’s shoulder. Even though he loved having those impossibly long legs all over him, he let it happen; he had to get his pants off, anyway.

Once he maneuvered out of his pants, he slathered the clear liquid onto himself. “So soon?”

“I’ve been waiting for hours,” the brunette nearly whined.

Blowing a laugh out of his nose, Jou pulled his shirt over his head, tossed it aside, then inched up closer to his partner.

Seto pulled his knees up toward his chest, hooking a hand under each of them, and Jou leaned forward, between them: he braced himself by the heels of his palms, then came up to give his partner a kiss.

A gentle hand came to his erection; Seto guided him to the place he wanted him, and once he was there, Jou began his slow, gentle push inside.

They both vocalized, moaning into one another’s mouths, and eventually, Seto turned his head to the side to break the kiss and gasp for air.

“You OK?” he whispered.

Blue eyes gazed up at him; swollen parted lips slightly opened and closed with each labored breath he took. “Yes.”

With a loving smile, he collapsed down onto Seto, buried his face in his neck, and began to thrust into him.



“Could you push the other pant leg off of me? It’s distracting.”

“Yeah.” Jou snickered, then complied with his lover’s request. “Sorry; I forgot.”

“You get so horny, you don’t know what you’re doing sometimes, I swear to God...”

He lifted himself so that he could see Seto’s face, a wide grin on his lips. “You’re such a spoiled brat.”

“Then give me what I want.” He looped an arm around Jou’s neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss.

Settling into Seto’s embrace, he pumped up into his body. After making love to the same person for around a decade, he knew exactly how his little spoiled brat preferred it: long, slow thrusts with their torsos making as much contact as possible. Seto’s legs wrapped tightly around his lower back, pulling him closer, pushing himself up to grind against him...driving him further and further toward the edge.

The thrusts began to quicken as he felt that familiar build up, and--

“Wait!” He tore his mouth from Seto’s to gasp the word.

Narrowing in amusement, that blue-eyed gaze bore into him. “Already?”

Jou rolled his eyes. “Hey, don’t give me that; if you want me to last longer, stop egging me on like that.”

“Hmhm.” He grinned. “Very well. Hop on.”

In a slow, careful motion, he pulled out of the brunette, then reached over for the lubricant once more; this time, though, he greased up Seto’s erection.

Once Seto lowered his legs, Jou straddled his slight hips, took hold of his partner’s member, and guided it into himself.

Those beautiful hands slid slowly up Jou’s thighs as he lowered himself down; already, he could feel Seto’s length nudge against the spot inside of him that made him see stars, and he nearly lost it. His eyes squeezed shut as he tried to hold himself back.

“Was that a good face or a bad face?” When he opened his eyes, he could clearly make out the concern swimming in Seto’s eyes.

After a few short breaths, he smiled. “Good. Too good.”

His partner’s features relaxed. “Whenever you’re ready.”

“Are you close?”

He nodded. “I’m decently close.”

“Want me to just go for it?”

“Yeah.” Seto gave him a slight smile.

He sat up a bit, then eased back down...sat up...eased back down, feeling his body become used to the substantial piece of Seto inside of him. And once it felt right, he began sliding up and slamming down hard, just the way he liked it.

“Mm...” The brunette made a growl. His fingertips grabbed at Jou’s hips, digging into him.

But Jou’s came to his own erection. Grabbing hard, he pumped himself in double-time of the thrusting rhythm he’d established, but--

“I’m coming...” The sexy whisper tumbled out of Seto’s mouth, drop-kicking him straight over the edge of his own orgasm.

“HM...!” Come flew hard out of him as his body spasmed and jerked, sending him into a bliss-filled stupor.

Once he regained his senses, he stared down at the pulchritude below him; Seto’s arm laid over his eyes as his chest heaved, and it made him smile.

“Happy,” pant, “now,” pant, “you brat?”

Lifting his arm, Seto grinned up at him. “Yes.”