***Although I'm not posting new fics to ffnet anymore (I'm over on AO3 now), since this is a continuation, I decided to go ahead and update it here as well. Hope you guys enjoy the addition! I'm not sure how many extra chapters they'll be, at least 4, maybe 5.***

Ryou groaned like an extra in a zombie movie. He held both sides of his head as if he could hold his skull in place and keep it from pounding. The image of the ceiling came to him in blurry stages as his eyes focused. Ryou realized he'd passed out on the living room floor of their apartment near the game table.

"Why do I feel hungover? We didn't drink anything last night." Ryou asked the ceiling as he pushed himself to a sitting position.

He turned to his left and noticed Seto playing little spoon for Bakura. Ryou pressed his hand over his mouth to repress the little chuckle. He couldn't help it; their height difference was too adorable. Seto looked beautiful curled up on the floor with his chestnut hair spilling above the crown of his head. Ryou reached out and brushed a stray lock away from Seto's forehead. Seto blinked his eyes open. They were such a sharp, slicing blue that Ryou found himself holding his breath as he watched Seto wake from sleep.

"Why am I on the floor?" Seto muttered, disoriented.

"I think it's the game. We assumed we were hungover last time, but it appears that passing out after the end is what happens anytime people play." Ryou pursed his lips. "My memory's fuzzy again. Can you remember much of last night?"

"About half…" Seto's eyes widened. He untangled himself from Bakura and stood. "I have to go."

Bakura grumbled at the loss of his cuddle partner. He rolled over and grabbed Marik instead, who cooed and buried his head against Bakura's chest on reflex.

"Stay for breakfast." Ryou stood up with him. He grabbed Seto's hands and held them. "You always rush off. Your company can run without you for another hour."

"It can, but not as efficiently." Seto leaned in and kissed the corner of Ryou's mouth. He pulled away and grabbed his jacket and tie before walking towards the door.

"You know the game's going to play out now, right?" Ryou called to his back. "You can't work around it. You're going to have to take some time off if you like it or not."

Seto glanced over his shoulder smirking. "My HR department almost had a heart attack when I put in for a vacation that wasn't tournament related, but if I'm going to take a week off, it's even more important that I tie up all business loose ends today before the game takes effect."

Ryou beamed. "A whole week?"

Seto nodded. "Your campaign took three days, but I figured we should have an extra day to recover afterwards, and Mokuba's been bothering me forever to go somewhere with him, so I decided to get it all out of the way."

"Good. I'm glad you're taking a break!"

"Pffff, enjoy it. I don't plan on taking another vacation for at least ten years after this." Seto exited before Ryou could argue with him.

Ryou sighed, musing over the fact that it was easier to redeem a thief than a workaholic. Ryou decided it would be fun to make pancakes just as he had the day after his birthday, so he went into the kitchen and heated up a skillet while mixing up batter. A few minutes later he felt copper arms encircle him and a tender kiss to the nap of his neck. Ryou sighed and leaned back into Marik's embrace.

"Sabā il kẖayr, habbi." Marik spoke against Ryou's skin before planting another kiss onto his neck.

"Good morning, Marik. Hungry?"

"A little." Marik continued to trail kisses up Ryou's throat. "I mostly just wanted to say hi."

Bakura walked into the kitchen next, his mouth stretched wide in a yawn. "So is passing out part of the game?"

He fumbled for the coffee pot, cursing when he spilt some of the grounds onto the counter. He finally managed to get the machine on and glared at it while a too-slow trickle filled the glass pot below the dispenser.

"I think so, actually," Ryou said. "The same thing happened last time. I'm making pancakes."

"Bacon?" Bakura asked.

"No." Marik wrinkled his nose. "It'll stink up the entire kitchen."

"Stink it up with fucking deliciousness." Bakura pulled three cups out of the cupboard. He added one teaspoon of sugar to the first cup, four to the second cup, and left the third one empty.

"Get it out of the fridge, and I'll cook some for you." Ryou pre-heated a second skillet. "One more spoonful, please."

"Seriously, Ryou, there's a pile in the cup already."

"Hey, I'm not judging your one pound of pork a day eating habits. Let me drink my coffee how I want."

Bakura rolled his eyes and made an excessive show of adding another heaping spoon of sugar to the middle cup. When the coffee finished brewing he filled the first two cups, but only poured a drop into the second one.

"There you go." He held the cup out for Ryou to take.

"You're going to cook your own bacon, then."

"Okay, okay." Bakura laughed, filling the cup to the proper amount and adding almond milk to both Marik's and Ryou's cups before stirring them with the sugar spoon. "Want to eat on the patio?"

"Yes," Marik said without hesitation.

Bakura moved to the next cupboard, pulling out plates and then silverware. He kissed the crown of Ryou's head and Marik's mouth before carrying the dishes out of the kitchen. Ryou finished the pancakes and bacon and carried everything outside on two large plates while Marik walked behind him with their coffee cups and a bottle of syrup. They lived on the top floor of a three story complex, so they only had a small, concrete patio, but they were able to fit a table and chairs so they could eat most their meals outside together.

Their side of the building was to the east, so the morning sunlight lit up the patio and made the syrup on their pancakes gleam like melted gold. Bakura hissed as he pulled a too hot strip of bacon from his plate. He switched it to his other hand and sucked bacon grease from his fingers before chomping down on the strip.

"Do not kiss me until after you've showered and brushed your teeth." Marik winced before taking a sip of his coffee.

"You're so mean," Bakura mocked as he held up another bacon strip and placed a kiss in the center. "The bacon loves me for who I am, Marik."

"Stop it. I can't eat and laugh at the same time." Ryou took a swig of coffee to wash his food down so he didn't choke.

Bakura gave Ryou a wink and shoved the entire strip of bacon into his mouth, talking as he chewed. "So, the game doesn't start until Seto gets back. What should we do for the rest of the day?"

"Sleep," Marik said between bites. "I still feel a little hung over."

"I'm going to pack. There shouldn't be many battles, but I still want to be prepared. I don't exactly trust the magic that runs the game."

"Can you imagine the spazz attack Yugi would have if he knew what we were doing?" Bakura grinned, starting on his pancakes.

"That's why we're not telling him." Ryou shrugged. "Thanks for helping me keep the game, by the way."

"Like I was going to miss the opportunity to play an evil RPG. You know that's my aesthetic."

"I'm just glad you're playing on my team now." Ryou laughed as he gathered up the dishes.

Marik called first dibs on a shower, leaving Ryou and Bakura to load up the dishwasher and put everything away. Always too polite, Ryou insisted that Bakura take the second shower. However, that meant he had to wait a while before the hot water replenished and it was past noon by the time Ryou dressed and blow dried his long hair.

Marik and Bakura were in the living room arguing about lunch, so Ryou made on online delivery order for pad thai. He looked up at them from his spot on the sofa.

"Okay, I have it covered."

"What?" Bakura blinked.

"Lunch. It's on it's way."

"Really? That was sneaky. What'd you get?" Marik grinned at Ryou.

"Pad thai."

Marik and Bakura looked at each other.

"Huh, that works." Bakura shrugged.

"Dammit, Ryou, I was enjoying that argument." Marik chuckled.

"Don't worry. I'm sure you'll find something else to fight about in five minutes or so."

They ate lunch and spent the next few hours sharing a blanket and marathoning movies. Ryou dozed more than watched. After dinner, he packed. They knew they'd be going on some sort of trip to a beach, but Ryou wasn't sure where they'd end up, so he tried to pack for several situations. Seto texted, explaining that he'd be late. Ryou sighed, but expected it. In fact, he expected more than one text from Seto. Kaiba never knew when to leave the office.

Once packed, Ryou went into the living room where Marik and Bakura played duel monsters. Ryou curled up in Bakura's lap and watched. Seto's second text came two hours later, and Ryou fell asleep before Seto used his key to sneak inside the apartment. He wore THE LOOK. They'd only been dating him for about six weeks, ever since their last game, but Ryou was already all too familiar with THE LOOK. It was the "you're not going to like what I have to say because I'm going to cancel plans for work and no amount of pleading, arguing, or bribery will change my mind" look.

"Did you somehow find a way to cheat in a magical game and cancel everything so you could work overtime?" Marik asked, combing his fingers through his hair. He looked amazing, but by the tousled look of his finger-combed hair Ryou could tell that he'd fallen asleep waiting as well.

"It might be related," Seto said.

"Sounds like you're hedging." Marik smirked.

"I need to go to a meeting in Tokyo tomorrow morning. It will only be an hour, but it can't be avoided."

"Well, I guess having a sugar daddy isn't literally all fun and games after all." Bakura shot at Seto.

"You're welcomed to fly with me. I have a pent house in Tokyo, so we'd have privacy, and after the meeting we can go to the beach as we intended."

"It can't be avoided, so I suppose we'll go with you." Marik made a conceding gesture with his hand to show that he accepted they're inevitable detour.

"A quick penthouse fling doesn't sound that bad to me." Ryou winked.

"I'll only go if there's a giant Blue Eyes White Dragon waterbed involved." Bakura crossed his fingers behind his head and leaned back.

"You're uninvited," Seto said, but he was blushing.

"Fucking Min, there's actually a Blue Eyes White Dragon waterbed in here!" Bakura ran and belly flopped onto the giant bed. He bounced up and down as the waterbed resettled. "This is comfortable as fuck!"

It was close to 2:30am and they all had shadows lingering below their eyes. Ryou stashed his suitcase in the closet. Seto had phoned ahead to have his room readied for himself and guests, so changed into one of the four robes already hanging in the bathroom. Marik did the same, sighing when the soft fibers replaced the regular clothes against his back.

"Seto, have I ever told you how much I admire your efficiency?"

"A compliment from Marik Ishtar himself." Seto snorted, but it was his subtle amused tone and not his subtle sarcastic tone. "An honor, I assure you."

"Have you had dinner?" Ryou broke up their banter, knowing damn well Seto hadn't had dinner yet, but needed to eat something.

"There should be some trays already set out on the table."

"Food." Bakura flipped to his feet and ran out of the room.

Ryou shook his head and exchanged an amused look with Marik. They followed him into the kitchen where trays of grapes, cheese, and cold cuts waited. Bakura heaped a plate full of the roast beef and ham with mustard and two small cubes of cheese while Marik stuck to the grapes and cheese. Ryou fixed Seto a plate and set it in his spot at the table before making his own snack. Seto appeared a minute later in his own robe.

"The meetings at ten. We should be back on the plane and in the air by noon," Seto said as he nibbled on his food.

"I have a few resorts selected where we could stay," Marik answered. "Any preferences."

"Hot tub," Bakura said while chewing.

"A west facing window would be nice," Ryou said. "I'd like to watch the sunset."

"No wifi so I can't work." A crooked smile curled the corner of Seto's mouth.

"You made a joke. That was funny." Marik popped a grape into his mouth. "Bakura's been a bad influence on you."

"To be fair, I'm a bad influence on everyone."

"Indeed." Marik snorted.

They finished their late-night snack and stored the leftovers in the fridge for breakfast. Bakura was the last to change into a robe, wearing it opened at the front in his typical bold, shameless style. Marik took advantage of the opportunity to run his hands across Bakura's chest and tease his nipples. While they traded little, snarky quips at each other, Ryou ran his fingers against the white-painted wood of the bed frame. The carved wood reminded Ryou of pictures of old Viking ships. The headboard displayed three, blue eyed, dragon heads, and a tail curved at the foot of the bed while wings formed the sides.

"This is beautiful," Ryou said.

Seto only shrugged, as if he didn't care, but Ryou knew that was an act. Seto always cared more than he showed, about everything, but especially about the Blue Eyes. The rest of them joked that she was their metamour. Ryou patted the spot on the bed beside him.

"Lay down, Seto. I know you have trouble sleeping. Let me rub your shoulders."

In a rare and gorgeous moment- Seto turned away, bashful, but his eyes flicked in Ryou's direction. Ryou lidded his stare and allowed a stray lock of hair to fall into his eyes, knowing Seto wouldn't be able to resist him. Seto's cheeks dusted with a hint of pink before he loosened the knot on his robe and slipped it down until his shoulder were bare before he lay on his stomach. Ryou straddled Seto's backside and kneaded the tightness from his shoulders and neck.

"It's fine," Seto said after only a single minute.

"Shhh." Ryou bent down and kissed the nap of Seto's neck. "I actually enjoy giving backrubs, so relax and let me have some fun."

Seto smiled and hid half of his face against his pillow. Seeing Seto act shy was one of Ryou's greatest joys in life, and encouraged Ryou to fight a little harder against the knots tying up Seto's muscles.

"Well?" Marik stared at Bakura.

"Well what?" Bakura gave Marik a knowing, mischievous grin.

"Where's my backrub?"

"I don't know. Did you pack it? Maybe it's still in your suitcase."

"Bakura," Marik whined in a husky voice. He gave Bakura's hard nipples a few teasing licks. "I want you to touch me."

"Anything you want, darling." Bakura touched the tip of Marik's nose. "Boop."

"Bakura," Marik hissed, demanding.

"Did you bring oil?" Bakura asked with a laugh.

"It's with the lube."

Bakura fetched a bottle and poured oil into his hands as Marik set his robe to the side. The scent of lavender drifted through the room and Ryou took a deep inhale and exhale, relaxing from the scent. Bakura passed the bottle over to him and he lowered Seto's robe down to his waist so Ryou could lavish his entire back with scented oil. Seto sighed as Ryou worked the oil into his skin, and beside them Marik made a similar noise. Ryou and Bakura glance at each other, excited grins on both their faces. Ryou's fingers left gleaming trails in the oil anointing Seto's back. He noticed the old, faded lines of scars. Ryou never asked, but he'd heard enough from Yugi to have an idea where they came from. Ryou thought about his own father for a second, and then forced the bitterness aside in order to focus on the moment which was too good to sour with bad memories.

"Hey Ryou?" Bakura grinned after twenty minutes.

"You're scheming."

"Scheming? Ryou, I am shocked and hurt that you'd even suggest such a thing."

"You are the worst at acting innocent, so hurry and tell me what you have in mind." Ryou laughed.

"I was only wondering if you'd be interested in a little game."

"I do love games," Ryou admitted. "What did you have in mind?"

"A race of sorts."

"Of sorts?"

Bakura moved in order to tug at Marik's robe and suggest that Marik should flip on his back. Marik sighed, a mix of satisfaction and annoyance at having to move. Yet once Marik was settled, Bakura started kissing down Marik's garam-marsala colored stomach, and Mark hitched up with a pleased gasp.

"It's simple, really. First one to make their partner come wins."

"What do I get if I win?" Ryou asked as if he were only considering Bakura's game.

"I dunno." Bakura shrugged, still working down Marik's stomach. "What do you want?"

"If I win… you have to watch at least one sunset with all of us and hold our hands the entire time."

"I suppose that's an accepted wager- but if I win, instead of watching the sunset, I get to lie back in bed and do absolutely nothing while the rest of you all take me at once."

"Pffffft." Ryou couldn't contain the explosion of laughter that burst from his throat. "You're so ridiculous, and you have a bet."

"I should warn you." Marik licked his lips. "While I like both of these scenarios and can't really lose no matter what, I'm going to hold back because I want Ryou to win."

"Then should we have our own game to see who has more endurance?" Seto flipped over as well, and ryou wasted no time as he kissed Seto's thighs.

"Vegan restaurant-" Marik's breath hitched in pleasure as Bakura pulled Marik's balls into his mouth. "Dammit, Bakura, not while I'm negotiating terms."

Bakura's response was a raised middle finger. Marik narrowed his eyes, feigning annoyance, but the look only managed to betray how aroused he was. Ryou grinned between kisses. Their back rubs had already given both Bakuras an advantage in their improve cross-teamed game.

"And if I win, I get an hour each day to work from my laptop without hearing complaints."

"I don't agree to that." Ryou raised his head up and tied it back into a bun before dipping back down and licking around Seto's sack. There was no way Ryou was going to lose to Bakura.

Seto's breath caught in his throat before speeding up. "Fine… then… um… oh gods, Ryou- Dammit not while I'm negotiating terms."

Both Bakuras had to stop to laugh, but then dove back into it before either Marik or Seto could recover.

"Just pick the Bakura treatment." Marik looked triumphant, like he'd already won the wager.

Seto grunted to agree, and Ryou was excited for their romantic date at a vegan restaurant that would end with them holding hands and watching the sunset into the ocean. It sounded delightful. But perhaps Ryou was celebrating too quickly. Marik groaned at the ceiling and twisted his fingers into Bakura's hair the second Bakura took Marik into his mouth.

Ryou took a slower approach, knowing Seto savored build up in bed. He grabbed Seto's base and licked the entire length of his shaft. Each time Ryou licked up, Seto fisted the fluff of his robe and whimpered in delight. Meanwhile, Bakura bobbed his head up and down. He already had Marik snarling in ecstasy, and tugging fiercely at Bakura's mop of white hair. Ryou refused to worry about them, instead he focused on Seto, circling the circumference of Seto's cap and fluttering his tongue against the hot flesh of the head. Sweat beaded along Seto's long, lean body and when Ryou finally took Seto's whole cock into his mouth, Seto screamed- his back curved into a beautiful arc.

"You- sound- ready to- come-" Marik panted as he thrust his cock in and out of Bakura's mouth.

"Psh, we've… mmmm- just started."

"You're blushing." Marik grit his teeth to hold back a moan.

"Your hair's mussed," Seto shot back as he rolled his hips up and slipped his cock-head against the back of Ryou's throat.

"Shouldn't… drag this ah-ahhh-o-out!" Marik's voice rose to a whine as a wave of pleasure consumed him. "You have- t-to work."

"C-coffee," Seto muttered. "It's only an hour."

"This was stupid after a backrub." Marik grit his teeth. "Godsdammit!"

Again, all Seto could do was grunt in reply. The real race had begun. Both Marik and Seto teetered on the edge, their faces flushed, their breath quick, shallow puffs, their eyes glazed with euphoria. Bakura and Ryou went as low as they each could. Seto was a touch longer, but Marik was wickedly thick, and Ryou knew that Bakura's jaw was probably tired, so Ryou relaxed his own throat, took Seto a little deeper, and relished each and every moan as he waited for one of their lovers to lose themselves first.

Marik curled forward, voice high like a bell as he called out and raked his nails against Bakura's back. It was Marik's and Ryou's accidental undoing. The scratching excited Bakura, spurring him to go faster. Marik's eyes slammed shut and he sputtered for breath. Saliva gleamed against Marik's wet shaft as Bakura continued to suck. Marik clawed at Bakura again, bucking as his mouth twisted in an O as he came.

They'd lost, but Ryou wasn't going to quit yet. Seto throbbed in his mouth, near coming himself, and Marik's orgasmic scream pushed Seto even closer to that all-encompassing edge where desire ends and the plummet to satisfaction takes hold like gravity. Ryou moved up and down, going deep each time he lowered his head.

"Ryou!" Seto moaned a moment later, sputtering thickly into Ryou's mouth.

Ryou sighed through his nose and swallowed. He kissed up Seto's pelvis and stomach afterward, his own face as flushed as Seto's from the adventure.

"I won! Eat it, Ryou!"

"This was a rigged game. You know I can't last as long after a back rub. It'd be like you trying to last after a bacon feast and video game marathon."

"Those are not my kinks." Bakura laughed as Marik's argument.

"Maybe you won the bet." Ryou pounced on top of Bakura. He grabbed Bakura's stiff cock and stroked it. "But you're about to lose your mind."

He bit Bakura's throat and Bakura jerked in Ryou's arms while throwing his head back to silently ask for another bite. His hands groped at Ryou's back and ass. As Ryou sucked against Bakura's throat, he couldn't help remembering back when Bakura was overwhelmed by their touch. Now Bakura was whispering more, and hitching up, and squeezing Ryou with both hands, and Ryou loved the comfort, the familiarity, and the bond they'd managed to build since Bakura returned- the bond he'd formed with all of them.

Bakura fumbled for Ryou's cock, but kept pausing to hitch up against Ryou's body. Seto moved closer and kissed up Ryou's spine as Ryou continued to jack off Bakura. Marik grabbed the lube and poured some into Ryou's hand, obviously pleased with the way Bakura screamed and moaned at Ryou's touches.

Ryou pressed their cocks together, frotting against Bakura until Bakura's grabbing hands became nails digging into Ryou's sides.

"Yes! Yes! Ryou!" Bakura rolled upward.

"Will you come from me?" Ryou asked in a candy-sweet voice.

Bakura nodded his head and flung a leg around Ryou's waist. His nails pierced Ryou's skin as he splashed hot come over his own belly. Ryou ran his fingers through Bakura's hair afterward and kissed his panting mouth.

Seto pulled Ryou against his own chest and wrapped his long fingers around Ryou's cock. Marik straddled over Bakura's leg so he could face Ryou and help Set pull up and down against Ryou's shaft.

Ryou leaned back against Seto's chest, relaxing as his lovers surrounded him. Bakura ran his hands up and down Marik's hip and Ryou's ribs at the same time as he caught his breath from his orgasm. Ryou reached back and used Seto's thigh as a support beam as he moved into Seto's and Marik's hands.

"Oh please," Ryou gasped. "Please don't stop. I'm… so close."

Marik leaned forward and teased Ryou's nipples with his teeth. Ryou shuddered, his thighs squeezing as he drew close. He moaned, and then his moans grew louder.

"Marik! Seto! Oh-" Ryou felt his orgasm spread from his base throughout his entire body.

After he came, Marik, Seto, and Bakura were still caressing him, and kissing his shoulders and thighs. Ryou folded himself on top of Bakura and kissed him before grabbing his hands and dragging him to the bathroom to clean up. When they finished washing their bellies and returned to bed, Marik was already spooning Seto beneath the comforter- acting as big spoon in order to keep his back to the open air.

Ryou crawled into bed beside Seto and Bakura followed. They all laid on their sides and held each other. The position wouldn't last long, someone always moved, but Ryou still loved the feeling of being held and holding someone while it lasted. He giggled and whispered into Bakura's silvery-white hair."

"You're the littlest spoon, Bakura."

"I still won the bet," Bakura replied without hesitation.