Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh
Claim: Malik Ishtar/Ryou Bakura/Katsuya Jounouchi
Prompt + Number: #022, Rhythm
Title: Bassline
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: It’s always the quiet ones, or so they say.
Malik’s pleased to learn Jounouchi has similar tastes in music. It makes lying around one of their apartments much easier, listless yet comfortable, each dreaming their imaginary adventures to the throbbing beats of classic rock.
Ryou finds it all screechy and shallow, however, fidgeting in place until Malik finally snaps at him to bring his own damn music next time. Sunshine and lollipops coming up, heckles Jounouchi as Ryou draws out a CD. Creampuff kid with creampuff pop -
Then the metal starts, guttural bassline rattling even Malik’s earrings. In spite of himself, Ryou can’t help but beam, feeling avenged.
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh
Claim: Malik Ishtar/Ryou Bakura/Katsuya Jounouchi
Prompt + Number: #037, Ice
Title: The More You Know
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Yeah, I gave him that kink. In canon. i’m so sorry.
Summary: Jounouchi and Ryou discover something new about Malik.
As soon as they stop, Malik’s going to kill them.
“Oi, lookit that!” Jounouchi cries, delighted at his new discovery, running something clear and cold along Malik’s bare back; Malik starts, biting off a cry, dappled in water droplets -- betraying his blush. Ryou, interested, scoops something out of the freezer and tests his hypothesis along Malik’s side; Malik swats the invasion away, but not before moaning, not before shivering. Damn them. Damn them both, he’s never going to live this down.
And damn them both if they both don’t keep going. Right now.
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh
Claim: Malik Ishtar/Ryou Bakura/Katsuya Jounouchi
Prompt + Number: #061, Burning
Title: Spreading Wildfire
Rating: R
Warnings: Allusions to graphic content.
Summary: The trouble with fire is that it can’t be contained.
It’s warm, Ryou thinks, baked senseless with contact: mind-cloudingly warm. Jounouchi presses his rough body against Ryou’s front while Malik’s fingers trace flaming tattoos along his back. Their legs tangle, trapping them within the flames - but three mouths gape open, swallowing the heat even as it scorches their throats raw, cracked, dry. Ryou gasps; Malik feels lightning singe his fingertips; Jounouchi grips the other boy’s pale waist, jabs at Malik around Ryou, fire spreading from one body to the next.
They’ll shower to cool off, once they’re done. But someone will get cheeky, and the fire will spark again.