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Installment 8
InuYasha/Yu-Gi-Oh!
Bakura/Kagome/Marik
-O0o0O-
“Kagome, wake up,” a gentle voice said in the raven haired girl’s ear. She responded by grumbling and promptly pulling the comforter over her head to block out the sound. The voice sighed before its owner grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it off the bed. Kagome groaned when her shield was gone and light harshly invaded her eyes.
“Ryo!” Kagome shouted and sat up, glaring at her snow-haired, doe-eyed lover.
“Sorry, love, but I did warn you!” he said playfully with a slight smirk. He turned and started to walk out of their bedroom.
“We’re leaving to meet my friend at the airport in two hours,” Ryo said over his shoulder, “We need to leave soon if we want to take the subway.” Kagome grumbled before getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom after Ryo left the room. It had only been two years since she met Ryo and left her world of adventures in the past behind.
‘Not saying that life with Ryo isn’t exciting,’ Kagome thought while brushing her teeth. Having a boyfriend possessed by a three thousand year old Egyptian thief through an ancient artifact and participating in Dark Games was anything but boring. The ancient spirit, Bakura, took a toll on Ryo’s body, mind, and soul until Kagome decided to intervene. Now the two coexisted in some sort of peace. They were able to share Ryo’s body as long as Ryo wore the Millennium Ring. Ryo had control of the body most of time and let Bakura out for intervals of time every few days. They didn’t agree on much except their relationship with Kagome and even that had its limitations.
Kagome smiled fondly when she thought of the relationship they shared. Ryo was gentle, loving, and completely passionate; there was many a night when Kagome found herself nestled snuggly in his arms soaking up his love and warmth. Bakura, on the other hand, was intense, wild, and viciously possessive. Kagome paused in her dressing when she recalled the first time she and Bakura were intimate. He had taken control of Ryo’s body without warning and ravished her until he was completely satisfied. He did let Ryo in on the fun after a few days when he was thoroughly sated of course. Surprisingly, Ryo more than made up for his impromptu absence.
Kagome shook her head and finished getting dressed. She walked out of the room and into the living room wearing lightly colored, pleated jean skirt and fitted long sleeved, dark blue shirt. As always, she had her hair loose, flowing over her shoulders to her waist in thick raven waves.
“Took you long enough,” Ryo jested when Kagome appeared before him. He smiled when she flicked his nose before giving it a small kiss. Wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her tightly, Ryo wondered what he had done to deserve such a beautiful and cherished creature in his life. Certainly nothing in his past life as Bakura.
‘Hold your tongue boy,’ the ancient spirit said, his cool voice resounding in Ryo’s head, ‘If you didn’t have me, she wouldn’t have given you a second glance. She’s greatly coveted treasure you would never have gotten in your grasp on your own.’
‘Is that a fact?’ Ryo retorted but did acknowledge there was some truth to what Bakura said. There were many of his friends that sought his girlfriend’s companionship; some were more determined to gain her affection than others. In the end, she was his and nothing would change that no matter how much Jonouchi whined about it.
“Are you two ready or what?” Kagome asked while playfully flicking Ryo in the forehead. She could tell he and Bakura were having a conversation, but, if they continued, there was no way they would be able to leave in time.
“Yes,” Ryo answered, letting Kagome go and rising to his feet. He and Kagome walked out of the door to their apartment and onto the busy sidewalk. While he and Kagome were walking, Ryo tried to contact Bakura again, but the thief’s spirit was silent and did not answer his call.
‘Strange,’ Ryo thought; Bakura wasn’t one to back down from an argument unless he had something far worse planned.
“Bakura giving you the cold shoulder?” Kagome asked her silent partner.
“Yes,” Ryo answered with a smile, “but don’t worry about it.” Kagome seemed skeptical but let the matter drop for now. Inside the Millennium Ring, Bakura smirked at the oblivious two. Unbeknownst to them, he was looking forward the upcoming meeting more than he had let on. He had big plans for his miko lover this day and Ryo was not going to intervene.
When Kagome and Ryo boarded the subway, there was only standing room available. Fortunately, it wasn’t as crowded as it could have been. The duo stood close to the windows with Ryo stationed behind Kagome, her back facing his chest. It would take a while for them to reach the airport.
“How come no one else is coming with us?” Kagome asked, remembering Ryo’s—and now her—wide assortment of friends.
“We’re all going to meet up later,” Ryo explained, “Marik and I are a bit closer than the others and he will be staying with us while he’s in Japan.”
Kagome hummed to herself, thinking their close relationship had to do something with the Millennium Items. When Kagome became silent, Ryo wrapped his arms her waist and pulled her back to his chest, holding her comfortably. Kagome sighed happily and snuggled into Ryo’s lean form.
-O0o0O-
Marik gazed out of the window of the airplane with an irritated expression. The vehicle was quickly approaching the airport to land, and he couldn’t be happier to get off of this horrid machine and back on solid ground. It didn’t help that he was also anxious for what was waiting for him once he landed in Japan. His violet eyes shined intensely with excitement.
Within minutes, the plane landed and Marik exited the large aircraft along with the other passengers without wasting anytime with the usual pleasantries. He kept an eye out for his snow white-haired friend once he entered the airport.
‘There he is,’ Marik thought when he spotted Ryo with a petite raven walking next to him.
‘So that’s the girl Bakura mentioned,’ Marik thought and grinned. The infuriating trip from Egypt was well worth the prize that awaited him.
“Ryo!” Marik cried out and waved in the boy’s direction. Ryo looked up and smiled before walking toward Marik, pulling his female companion along by her hand.
“Marik! Looks like you made it ok,” Ryo greeted to his Egyptian friend. He positioned the girl in front of him and firmly placed his hands on her shoulders.
“This is Kagome, the girl I told you about,” Ryo stated fondly and affectionately squeezed the girl’s shoulders.
“Nice to meet you,” Kagome welcomed Marik shyly causing him to grin. He was definitely going to enjoy what Bakura had planned for the three of them.
Marik reached out and took Kagome’s hand in his before lightly pressing a kiss on her knuckles. He was delighted when a charming shade of pink appeared on her cheeks. Kagome was even lovelier than Bakura said she was. He felt sorry for Ryo, but Bakura was going to do what he wanted regardless if Marik joined him or not. Marik was sure as hell going to take advantage of this opportunity.
“Let’s get your things then we could head to our place,” Bakura suggested and the newly formed trio began walking to baggage claim.
“Think we can grab a bite to eat before we go to your place? In-flight food leaves a lot to be desired,” Marik said, rubbing his stomach for emphasis. Ryo pursed his lips together before looking at his watch; the subway will be crowded soon and he wanted to get ahead of the foot traffic.
“I’m sure it’ll be okay,” Kagome commented, knowing what her boyfriend’s plans were, “We gotta take care of our guest after all.”
“Alright,” Ryo relented. The group made it to baggage claim and retrieved Marik’s luggage, a large, tan colored duffle bag, before walking outside of the airport. Kagome led the way to a small café. She walked in between Ryo and Marik as she held onto Ryo’s bicep. The blonde Egyptian quickly won Kagome over. He was charming, witty, and spirited in conversation often riling Ryo up with their playful banter.
Ryo was glad to see his good friend and girlfriend interacting so well with each other. Bakura was currently keeping to himself inside the Millennium Ring and not causing any trouble. It was apprehensive behavior for the ancient spirit, but Ryo wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth especially when his arm was comfortably pressed against Kagome’s warm, squishy bosom.
“We should get going,” Ryo announced after they had been seated and served their meal. He took a look at his watch and grimaced; it was the middle of subway traffic.
‘It’s still the fastest way home,’ Ryo thought while placing the payment on the table.
“Let’s get going then,” Kagome suggested and Marik nodded. They both stood up from the table along with Ryo and left the restaurant to make their way to the subway. The three boarded the car and managed to find a small area of free standing room by the entrance. Kagome was sandwiched between Ryo and Marik, the latter standing in front of her and the former behind. All three were pressed flush against each other with little room to move away. Although Kagome was embarrassed by the close contact with Marik, she would rather this than being at the mercy of random perverts riding the train.
Once the train began moving, Ryo placed his hands on Kagome’s shoulders, squeezing them reassuringly. As soon as he did, he heard a sinister chuckling in his head.
‘Bakura?’ he questioned as he called out to the spirit.
‘Say good-bye to your control, brat,’ Bakura remarked smugly. Before Ryo could question his other half, he felt control of his body slip. He tried to fight off the unexpected assault, but Ryo felt himself fade into the background and Bakura took control.
Kagome was confused when she felt Ryo give control over to Bakura. It seemed odd for the two to swap out now. She couldn’t see him from her current position, but she was sure Ryo’s snowy white hair grew spikier and unruly and his cinnamon brown eyes hardened. Bakura, now in control of Ryo’s body, moved his hands from Kagome’s shoulders and slipped his arms around her waist. One of his hands rested on her abdomen while the other travelled lower. She gasped when she felt Bakura’s slender fingers gather the hem of her skirt and lift the material until it was settled around her waist. At the sound of her vocal outburst, Bakura placed his lips by Kagome’s ear.
“Shush,” he whispered before gripping her earlobe between his teeth and gently nibbled it. Kagome’s face heated, but she didn’t say anything else and bit her lip to keep from making any other noises. She didn’t want to alert the passengers of the car of Bakura’s actions. She immediately pointed her gaze to the floor; she also didn’t want Marik to see her flustered face.
Kagome nearly jumped when she felt a second set of hands on her body on the small of her back before they slowly inched to her panty clad bottom. Kagome trembled when Marik’s hands reached their destination and landed on her bottom, gently squeezing her firm cheeks. Her voice caught in her throat and was reduced to a small whimper.
‘I can’t say anything!’ Kagome thought fearful that the other commuters might notice what was transpiring, ‘What the hell is Bakura thinking?!’ On cue, Bakura began speak to Kagome’s ear again.
“Do you like that, love?” he whispered, sending delicious shivers down her spine, “Another’s hands on your body while I’m standing right behind you? While others are all around us? Look at him.” Bakura paused and used the hand placed on Kagome’s abdomen to tilt her lowered chin to Marik’s face. Frightened and embarrassed, Kagome snapped her eyes shut before she could see him.
“Open your eyes,” Bakura harshly demanded, tightening his grip on Kagome’s chin, “See how much he desires you.”
Hesitantly, Kagome opened her eyes and stared into Marik’s light violet orbs. His eyes were hooded, but she could see the lust sparkling in his hazy, amethyst depths. The blush on her face deepened and Marik pulled Kagome closer to him, kneading her butt and grinding his obvious erection against her. Kagome stiffened and Bakura continued to speak seductively in her ear, weaving her into their enticing spell.
“Will you let him have what he desires?” Bakura continued, “Will you let him touch your body and taste your essence? Will you let him bring you to the heights of passion and have you begging for more?” He removed his hand from her chin and it returned to its previous position, tracing long, lazy designs on Kagome’s clothed stomach. The combined sensations of both males touching and teasing her body rendered Kagome unable to and not in the position to refuse. Not trusting herself enough to speak, Kagome simply nodded her head.
“Thank you,” Marik whispered and placed a small, tender kiss on Kagome’s forehead. Marik’s hands continued their kneading and Kagome tentatively leaned into the touch. One of Marik’s hands left their position on her bottom and moved to the front of Kagome’s body, briefly brushing Bakura’s fingers holding up Kagome’s skirt. He rested his palm on Kagome’s abdomen before sliding his fingers down the Kagome’s front to her panties and felt a small spot of wetness, evidence of her desire. Though as she pressed against, her body was still rigid, a steadily ebbing show of her resistance.
‘It won’t be long now before she gives in completely,’ Marik thought with a devious grin. They had barely touched her and, though she tried to resist, Kagome already showed signs of want. She was a very responsive lover and, whether it was due to being touched by two men at once or being touched in the public eye, Marik liked it.
Kagome clenched her teeth to keep from crying out when Marik roughly pressed the pads of his fingers into the wetness, rubbing small circles against her folds. At that moment, Bakura let of her skirt, allowing the fabric conceal Marik’s wandering hands. He then grabbed the top of Kagome’s panties and slipped the lacy garment down her thighs until they hung around her knees.
Marik rubbed his fingers across Kagome’s slick folds once more before slipping one of his fingers inside her warm passage. Kagome shuddered at the sudden intrusion and leaned against Marik, tightly holding into his shoulders for support. She buried her head in his neck to muffle the small cries that escaped her lips. Marik added another finger to the first and then a third, working it in and out of Kagome’s core at varying speeds so she couldn’t catch onto the rhythm as she moved against his hand. Bakura slipped his hands between Marik and Kagome and roughly grabbed Kagome’s breasts, squeezing a handful of soft flesh tightly. He teased her nipples between his index finger and thumb through the fabric of her shirt.
Feather light hitches of breath escaped Kagome’s sealed lips lightly tickling Marik’s neck. The sound was nothing that would draw any attention from the other subway passengers but served as proof she was relishing the pleasure she was receiving.
‘All according to plan,’ Bakura thought with dark pleasure, ‘but this game is far from over.’
There were only a few more minutes remaining before the train made its next stop where Bakura planned to exit. Bakura locked eyes with Marik over Kagome’s head before flicking his eyes to the exit of the car. Marik grimaced when he realized Bakura wanted; he didn’t want to remove himself from Kagome’s warm center. He continued curling his fingers and thrusting them faster to bring her closer to her desired peak. Kagome pressed herself against Marik, muffling her pleasured cries in his neck as she climaxed in his arms. Marik lightly nudged Kagome’s head away from his neck with his chin and snuck a quick kiss on her lips before withdrawing his fingers from her soaked pussy.
After giving her breasts one final squeeze, Bakura removed his hands from Kagome’s chest before reaching downward. He pulled Kagome’s underwear further down her legs. When he reached her ankles, Kagome obediently stepped out of her panties and Bakura pocketed them. He stood back up and tilted Kagome's lips toward his, giving her a harsh kiss on her lips and pressing his erect length against her back.
Marik brought his fingers drenched and glistening in Kagome’s juices to his lips. He took two of them in his mouth, sucking the digits before slipping them out with a slight pop. Smirking, he offered the other finger to Bakura. With the finger pressed against his lips, Bakura lazily licked every drop of Kagome’s sweet fluid from it. Kagome bit her lip as she watched the wanton display.
The subway train came to a quick stop and its passengers immediately rushed to the exit. Marik and Bakura exited after them, keeping Kagome between the two of them and away from prying eyes. Once they were off the subway, Bakura took the lead and brought Kagome and Marik to a public restroom. In the frenzied movement of the passersby, they went unnoticed.
Once they were inside the largest stall, Bakura locked the door behind them. Unsure of what else to do, Kagome sat on the toilet seat with the lid down, shyly looking away from Bakura and Marik. She jumped in her seat and looked to down to find a blonde head nestled between her legs, pushing her knees apart. She gasped when she felt Marik’s tongue move across her slit before it delved inside her.
Pulling up Kagome’s shirt and pushing up her bra, Bakura latched onto her nipples, nipping and teasing the pebbled flesh. One hand paid attention to her unoccupied breast while the other rubbed her clit.
Kagome moaned at the devotion lavished on her. She desperately pressed Bakura and Marik closer to her, burying her fingers in their thick masses of hair. She was definitely going to let Bakura have it once this was all over, but for now, she would allow herself to feel and accept the attentions her body received.
Latching onto her clit, Marik sucked the sensitive nub causing Kagome to cry out.
“Careful, love,” Bakura said mockingly, “You don’t want to get us caught, do you?” He bit down on Kagome’s nipple in reprimand.
“I think she’s ready, don’t you?” Marik stated before giving Kagome one parting lick and lifting his head from between her thighs.
“Then you go first,” Bakura suggested deviously. He pulled away from Kagome’s breasts and positioned himself on the side of her. Marik stood to his feet and motioned for Kagome to stand as well. When she did, Marik turned her around and gently pushed Kagome forward so her hands were placed on the toilet’s lid to support her weight. Once Kagome was in the desired position, Marik pushed up Kagome’s skirt and pulled down his pants. He rubbed the tip of his erect length against her moist lips, tightly gripping her waist to keep her from jerking against him. Kagome yelped and moved forward when Marik smacked her bottom.
“Patience,” Marik leaned down and whispered in Kagome’s ears before he pulled back and entered her slick passage until he was fully inside her. Kagome cried out and her toes curled at the sensation; Marik was about the same girth as Bakura but was a bit longer. He filled her completely and she loved the feeling of his length stretching her tight sheath. After Kagome got accustomed to the intrusion, Marik pulled out and thrust deep into Kagome’s passage. She was so tight, hugging his length perfectly.
Once Marik set up a steady rhythm pumping in and out of Kagome’s body, she kept up with him by moving in time with his thrusts. Bakura watched intently stroking himself and coating his length with his pre-cum. He grunted every time Marik moved inside Kagome, making rock forward on the tips of her toes. He craved the feeling of his cock being squeezed by her warm depths, but he would wait.
Kagome cried out, her cries echoing throughout the empty bathroom. Just as she felt her peak approaching, Marik coated two of his fingers in salvia before reaching down and rubbing his digits against her other entrance.
“No,” Kagome pleaded, “if you do that, I’ll—” She cried out when Marik’s fingers slid inside her and began plunging inside her. Her muffled cries echoed in the empty stall as she climaxed. Marik grunted as he pulled out, cum dripping from his length and feeling thoroughly satisfied. He quickly stepped aside and let Bakura take his place. Without any hesitation, Bakura slammed inside Kagome’s heat, pumping inside into without mercy. Burying his hand in Kagome’s thick hair, he pulled her face to his and kissed her deeply, silencing her moans and cries. With his free hand, Bakura reached down and began rubbing Kagome’s clit. He was already so close, it would be no time at all before he came inside her.
Kagome broke away from Bakura’s kiss to draw in much needed air. “Bakura, please don’t stop.” Bakura grinned fiendishly before slamming into her harder. Her cries echoed in the empty stall as she came a second time. When Bakura released his seed inside her, he leaned forward and rested on Kagome’s back.
“Sated, love?” he whispered in her ear. Bakura chuckled when Kagome weakly raised her hand to hit him. He pulled out of her and stood to his feet.
“Let me help you clean up,” Marik said as he stood behind Kagome after he finished dressing. He gently began wiping Kagome clean off their fluids. She blushed when he looked her in the face and lowered her head. He chuckled and lightly kissed her forehead.
“That was one hell of a first impression, huh?” Marik said playfully as he helped her stand.
“Definitely,” Kagome replied. She was unsteady on her feet and wobbled as she tried to stand. Marik kept her still and Bakura helped her dress. Once she was fully clothed, Marik smiled and picked Kagome up bridal style, nestling her comfortably in his arms.
“Let’s get going, Bakura,” Marik suggested.
“Of course,” Bakura replied, placing a kiss on Kagome’s forehead. The two left the bathroom with Kagome hiding her face in Marik’s neck. She didn’t want to see the stares they received when the three of them exited the bathroom. Of course, Bakura’s heated looks were enough to divert the most curious gapers. Suddenly, Bakura groaned loudly.
“What’s the matter?” Marik asked.
“We have company,” Bakura answered, “It seems our friends are here.” Kagome jumped in Marik’s arms and hid herself further.
“Don’t worry,” Marik whispered to her and stopped alongside Bakura. The two of them waited for Yugi, Jonouchi, Honda, and Anzu to approach them.
“Hey,” Bakura greeted them weakly, impersonating Ryo.
“Hey!” Yugi said cheerfully.
“Marik!” Anzu exclaimed happily, “I didn’t know you’d be here.”
“I just got into town today,” Marik answered.
“We should hang, man,” Jonouchi said and everyone—excluding Marik and Bakura—readily agreed.
Yugi frowned when he noticed the seemingly unconscious girl Marik held in his arms. “Is that Kagome?”
“She okay?” Honda asked.
“She just got a little sick,” Marik answered, “Nothing too serious.”
“We’ll be taking care of her until she’s well again,” Bakura added.
“I hope she feels better,” Yugi stated.
“When she feels better, we should all hang out,” Anzu suggested.
“We’ll call you when she’s up to it,” Bakura replied, “But we really should get going.”
Bakura and Marik turned and walked away from the others. Once they were far enough away, Kagome let out the deep breath she was holding.
“That was close,” Kagome said.
“At least they’re gone,” Bakura stated in relief, “We have more important things to attend to.”
Kagome’s eyes turned sharply to him. “You can’t possibly mean we’d—”
“You should know me by now, Kagome,” Bakura cut off, wearing a devious grin. Kagome groaned and both boys chuckled.

~*Omake*~
Ryo moaned as he sat up in his bed, pushing the covers away. The only thing he wore was the Millennium Ring around his neck. He immediately placed his hand on his forehead; his head was pounding and he had no idea what the cause was.
He heard Bakura snort within his mind. ‘Should have known you’d wake up.’
‘Bakura? What the well happened?’ Ryo asked the spirit. The last thing he remembered was riding the subway after picking up Marik from the airport.
“Hey, Ryo,” Marik said as he walked into the bedroom, “I thought you would show up sooner or later.”
“Marik, what happened?” Ryo asked his friend after he sat on the edge of his bed.
“Well,” Marik stated shakily, “it’s kind of complicated.”
“Explain,” Ryo ordered, crossing his arms over his bare chest.
“You see,” Marik began, “Bakura called me before I left for my trip and…”
“And?” Ryo urged when Marik trailed off. While he waited, Kagome walked into the bedroom and plopped down next to Ryo. She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.
“Nice to see you, Ryo,” she greeted him with a grin.
“Kagome, could you please tell me what’s been going on?” Ryo asked his girlfriend, “How long has Bakura been in control and what has he done?”
Kagome sighed. “Okay, I’ll tell you everything.” Several awkward explanations later, Ryo stared wide-eyed at Kagome and Marik.
“Are you alright, Ryo?” Kagome asked, edging away from the white-haired man. Ryo could tell she was anxiously awaiting his response.
Ryo grinned and pulled Kagome close to him, kissing her temple. “I suppose I did want you to get close. That’s certainly happened.”
“You mean you’re not upset?” Marik asked tentatively.
“I do wish you and Bakura told me beforehand,” Ryo said, “but I don’t mind what happened.” Ryo didn’t mind sharing; he already did with Bakura and Marik was much more agreeable than he was. Besides that, he knew that going against Bakura when he wanted something was nearly impossible.
“I’m so glad you’re okay with this,” Kagome said as she snuggled in Ryo’s embrace. She eeped when he suddenly pushed her on her back.
“Ryo?” she questioned, looking into his lust filled eyes with a confused expression.
“Don’t look so surprised,” Ryo said with a fiendish grin, “I need to make up for lost time, love.”
-O0o0O-
punkish_furball – That’s a wrap! L83RN355! ^.^
(edited 04.13.2012)
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