Prompt request from @khfreak813: Ryoken and the two versions of Revolver fighting it out for Yusaku’s attention. I hope this is okay!
Ryoken has no idea how he’s 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 partner’s neck. He doesn’t care that the ones making Yusaku swoon are both his avatars appearing outside of Link VRAINS. He wants them off his Yusaku.
“What is the meaning of this?” Ryoken demands as he steps further into the bedroom, his lips curled into a scowl. The two Revolver’s don’t seem to care that Ryoken is standing right by the edge of the bed; they just continue on with marking Yusaku’s neck with gentle love bites. The only reason he knows he’s even being listened to is thanks to Yusaku’s light gasp, his emerald eyes quickly meeting Ryoken’s angered ones.
Before Yusaku has a chance to explain his own confusion, he’s cut off by the silver-haired Revolver taking his lips for himself, which only makes Ryoken’s anger burn brighter.
“Oi,” Ryoken growls, leaning over the bed to pull his recently updated avatar away from his boyfriend. “I don’t know how you both got out of Link VRAINS, but he’s mine. Back off.” His other avatar doesn’t seem to be threatened by his words, and just smacks his hand away.
“We don’t care,” the masked Revolver huffs. “He’s ours. You can’t just have him all to yourself. We want him too and you’re not going to stop us.”
Ryoken and his two avatars freeze in place and all three heads turn to see Yusaku sitting up. His face is flushed and he’s reaching out for Ryoken to take his hand, to which the Knight of Hanoi quickly takes.
“I don’t want you three to fight.” Yusaku finally confesses. “I… didn’t realise what was going on, but I want to make this work. You are all one and the same with your desires. Shouldn’t that speak for itself?”
“Yusaku…” Ryoken starts, shaking his head lightly. “You can’t be serious. They’re AI’s. They’re not supposed to be here.”
“That’s right. They’re your avatars,” Yusaku answers back, pulling his hand away so he can place a hand on a shoulder of both Revolver’s, their confused gazes meeting their creator’s. “They’re you, Ryoken. They always have been.”
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 – they are him, just with numbers for DNA. They’re only after Yusaku’s touch because it’s what Ryoken constantly longs for.
“We only want him once,” one of the Revolver’s explains, to which the other avatar nods.
“Just tonight – to have what you will always have.”
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?
“… Alright then, Yusaku.” Ryoken finally speaks up, letting the anger and jealously he had been holding onto wash away. There’s no reason to be mad now, not when they’re all one and the same. “I should accept that, so we’ll give into your desires.”
“So, Yusaku–… You’ll have us?” The Revolver with silver hair asks.
“All three of us?” The other avatar continues, to which Yusaku nods.
“Only if it’s alright with you, Ryoken.”
A sigh leaves Ryoken’s lips as he looks at his living avatars before having his gaze shift back to Yusaku, a small smile across his face.
“It will make you happy, won’t it?” Ryoken asks, his mild curiosity growing as he notices the light pink blush make its presence known on Yusaku’s 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.
“… I suppose there’s no harm in trying it, if it’s what you desire,” he hums lightly, sharing a look with his virtual counterparts. “But I have one condition.” Yusaku returns his gaze to meet Ryoken, his head tilted slightly in curiosity, to which Ryoken returns with a small smirk.
“I get to have the most control. Does that seem fair, my other selves?” He isn’t 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 Yusaku’s 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 Yusaku’s mouth and love every taste he has to offer, but he isn’t alone in his loving actions.
The two Revolver’s only watch for a mere moment longer before deciding to join in, with them shifting their positions so there’s one of each of Yusaku’s sides, while Ryoken slowly crawls on top, his lips never leaving Yusaku’s 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 Yusaku’s lips against Ryoken’s own, they’re sure that Yusaku won’t 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 wouldn’t stop until he was utterly breathless and ruined with all the passion and attention that Yusaku Fujiki deserves.