What if Sennen was still around?
Today it was Godling first in through the door, his hand wrapped around Thief’s wrist and the other one holding his half of the spoils of their exploration. A veritable feast of bizarre alternate reality foods.
Sennen sat up on his bed with that smirk of his, the triumph in his eyes every time he saw the gift that was his two lovers and the gifts they brought with them. While Sennen was working at the club Godling often took Thief away with him, to spend a few hours exploring other worlds. They worked together as a well greased machine to see all the wonders that they could steal before returning home to Sennen. The man that was the grease, smooth charming Sennen who held them all together and stopped the two warring personalities of Thief and Godling from getting out of hand.
Now Sennen’s feet were buried under the strange breads Godling dropped, and Thief was proudly showing his bundles of roasted meats, still hot and sticky on the bone.
“My two breadwinners.” He purred with a laugh, opening his arms up for the two of them. Godling let of of Thief and fit himself perfectly in, closing his eyes for that second he always did, imprinting this memory into his brain along with all the others. “Anything to report?”
“I didn’t kill or maim anyone this time, even the Ishtar with tentacle legs that picked a fight with Thief.” Godling blurted out smugly, glancing over at Thief hoping to see the recognition in his eyes that Godling was still making the effort to be better. Thief rolled his eyes a little but he was clearly won over when he smiled back at him with a nod of agreement. Sennen gave him a congratulatory squeeze, and everything was perfect. Just perfect in the Bakura household.