Prompt request from @khfreak813: Ryoken and the two versions of Revolver fighting it out for Yusakuâs attention. I hope this is okay!
Ryoken has no idea how heâs supposed to feel about this situation.
Light blue eyes harden at the sight before him, his hands clenched into tight fists as he watches them trail their lips down his partnerâs neck. He doesnât care that the ones making Yusaku swoon are both his avatars appearing outside of Link VRAINS. He wants them off his Yusaku.
âWhat is the meaning of this?â Ryoken demands as he steps further into the bedroom, his lips curled into a scowl. The two Revolverâs donât seem to care that Ryoken is standing right by the edge of the bed; they just continue on with marking Yusakuâs neck with gentle love bites. The only reason he knows heâs even being listened to is thanks to Yusakuâs light gasp, his emerald eyes quickly meeting Ryokenâs angered ones.
âRâ⌠RyokenâŚ? IâMmn!â
Before Yusaku has a chance to explain his own confusion, heâs cut off by the silver-haired Revolver taking his lips for himself, which only makes Ryokenâs anger burn brighter.
âOi,â Ryoken growls, leaning over the bed to pull his recently updated avatar away from his boyfriend. âI donât know how you both got out of Link VRAINS, but heâs mine. Back off.â His other avatar doesnât seem to be threatened by his words, and just smacks his hand away.
âWe donât care,â the masked Revolver huffs. âHeâs ours. You canât just have him all to yourself. We want him too and youâre not going to stop us.â
âWhat did you sayâŚ?!â
Ryoken and his two avatars freeze in place and all three heads turn to see Yusaku sitting up. His face is flushed and heâs reaching out for Ryoken to take his hand, to which the Knight of Hanoi quickly takes.
âI donât want you three to fight.â Yusaku finally confesses. âI⌠didnât realise what was going on, but I want to make this work. You are all one and the same with your desires. Shouldnât that speak for itself?â
âYusakuâŚâ Ryoken starts, shaking his head lightly. âYou canât be serious. Theyâre AIâs. Theyâre not supposed to be here.â
âThatâs right. Theyâre your avatars,â Yusaku answers back, pulling his hand away so he can place a hand on a shoulder of both Revolverâs, their confused gazes meeting their creatorâs. âTheyâre you, Ryoken. They always have been.â
The Knight of Hanoi blinks as he tries to process what Yusaku had said. Light blue eyes gaze at his avatars, looking over their designs. He⌠has a point. Ryoken made his avatars with his own thoughts and desires in mind â they are him, just with numbers for DNA. Theyâre only after Yusakuâs touch because itâs what Ryoken constantly longs for.
âWe only want him once,â one of the Revolverâs explains, to which the other avatar nods.
âJust tonight â to have what you will always have.â
Well⌠with that in mind, how can he say no? They⌠almost seem desperate just to be in his shoes. There was no harm in letting them have that opportunity for just one night, right?
â⌠Alright then, Yusaku.â Ryoken finally speaks up, letting the anger and jealously he had been holding onto wash away. Thereâs no reason to be mad now, not when theyâre all one and the same. âI should accept that, so weâll give into your desires.â
âSo, Yusakuâ⌠Youâll have us?â The Revolver with silver hair asks.
âAll three of us?â The other avatar continues, to which Yusaku nods.
âOnly if itâs alright with you, Ryoken.â
A sigh leaves Ryokenâs lips as he looks at his living avatars before having his gaze shift back to Yusaku, a small smile across his face.
âIt will make you happy, wonât it?â Ryoken asks, his mild curiosity growing as he notices the light pink blush make its presence known on Yusakuâs cheeks as he looks away slightly. Well⌠that is an interesting reaction, especially when the man known as Playmaker does nothing else but nod to answer the question.
â⌠I suppose thereâs no harm in trying it, if itâs what you desire,â he hums lightly, sharing a look with his virtual counterparts. âBut I have one condition.â Yusaku returns his gaze to meet Ryoken, his head tilted slightly in curiosity, to which Ryoken returns with a small smirk.
âI get to have the most control. Does that seem fair, my other selves?â He isnât met with any verbal answers, but the nods of their heads were enough for him as he finally lets his self control go and sits down on the edge of the bed, cupping Yusakuâs cheeks in his hands. He gives his Playmaker another smirk, silently telling him to enjoy the ride, before leaning and pressing his lips against his own. He hears a muffled moan coming from his loved one, and all he does is enjoy it even more, letting his tongue dare to slip into Yusakuâs mouth and love every taste he has to offer, but he isnât alone in his loving actions.
The two Revolverâs only watch for a mere moment longer before deciding to join in, with them shifting their positions so thereâs one of each of Yusakuâs sides, while Ryoken slowly crawls on top, his lips never leaving Yusakuâs own. Each Revolver takes their time with Yusaku, teasing his neck with kisses and covering his skin with love bites that would be a sight to adore for days afterwards. And with each muffled cry that dares to leave Yusakuâs lips against Ryokenâs own, theyâre sure that Yusaku wonât be able to walk the next day, but all it does is fuel their burning desires to make their Playmaker feel more and more pleasure.
They wouldnât stop until he was utterly breathless and ruined with all the passion and attention that Yusaku Fujiki deserves.