"When you hit him, I almost cheered!" Kek tossed his head back and laughed. "That was so great! So great! And you're not even going to get into trouble for it because you're nice!"
"Okay, but, I shouldn't have done it," I muttered, my face hot. "Violence is never right."
"But it is often sexy." Bakura winked.
"You two encourage enough bad habits in me. Please don't add violence to the list."
"But Ryou." I felt Kek's arms wrap behind me and he nuzzled into my hair. "I love it when you get violent."
I knew he was referring to the bedroom more than slapping Atem. I felt like someone was rubbing habanero sauce right onto my cheeks. How do these two manage to make me blush so much?
"So, um, are we going to finish our game now that we're finally home?" I asked, trying to distract myself from the heat in my cheeks, and the more needy heat in my groin.
"I was thinking of a different sort of game." Kek stroked my chest, and I leaned against him.
"I think Kek has a good idea." Bakura grinned, scooting on the couch so he was closer. "It's a little late for tabletop RPGs."
"It's never too late for RPGs!" I protested.
"True." Bakura laughed. "But I was thinking of something a little more live action."
"Are you going to roll for initiative?" I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Let's take this to the bedroom." Bakura chuckled, reaching over to the coffee and grabbing my box full of dice.
"Really?" I giggled at Bakura as Kek lifted me up and carried me.
"It might be fun."
"You're fucking nerds." Kek dropped me on the bed and stole the dice from Bakura's hand.
We'd been playing Monster World, so lower numbers were better. I got a 46, Kek a 17, and Bakura fumbled. I was still laughing at Bakura's fumble when Kek leapt on top of me and started biting my neck.
"Does this count as- damage? Or…" My words dissolved into a moan as Kek switched to sucking.
This entire thing was horribly not planned, so I wasn't really sure how to transfer rolls into action, and I was already too distracted to give it much thought. I figured it was my turn for an action, so I peeled Kek's shirt away and ran my hands against his six pack. Shit! He was sexy when he first appeared, but all his hard work training had him looking better than a Michelangelo sculpture, and it was right there for my hands and mouth to enjoy.
I think the sight of Kek topless was too tempting for Bakura as well because he snuck up behind Kek, unzipped his pants, and ran his fingers up and down Kek's lower abs.
"Do… we… need to roll again?" Kek panted as we caressed him into a frenzy.
"I dropped the dice somewhere on the blanket."
"Fuck it, just take off my pants."
Bakura and I both grabbed the hem of his pants at the same time
"I think I have sex dice at the bottom of the cluster," I said as I rolled Kek's balls with my palm until he was grunting.
"I'll check." Bakura crawled over to the nightstand where he'd set down the box. After some digging, he pulled out a pair of large, red dice. He rolled them onto a pillow. "Okay Ryou, fondle his thighs."
I moved my hand over to his thighs and rubbed up and down. Bakura grinned as he watched.
"Okay Kek," a pause while he rolled the dice. "Fondle Ryou's chest."
Kek grabbed at my chest, massaging hard. I arched into his touch, still toying with his thighs.
"What are you doing to me, Bakura?" I asked with a grin.
Bakura rolled again. "Apparently licking you all over."
He traded places with Kek and licked across my collarbone first. Then he worked his way to each nipple, only licking because of the dice prompt, although I really wanted him to bite. As he trailed down my stomach and teased my thighs with his tongue, Kek called out.
"Ryou, rub Bakura's chest- what the hell's the difference between rubbing and fondling?"
I made a distracted i-don't-know sound as I circled my palm just above both Bakura's nipples.
"I have to… massage above the waist. That's the entirely wrong half I want to be massaging." Kek pouted before shifting behind Bakura and rubbing his shoulders.
I reached out for the dice, and tossed them, but I couldn't see what I'd thrown. "Someone read that for me?"
"Uh…" Bakura hummed in a distracted voice. "Fondle all over- these should be called sexually frustrated dice, what the fuck."
But he'd already said it, so I was going to do it. I moved down from his chest, to his stomach, then his thighs and ass. I finished by grabbing his cock. Fondle, stroke, whatever, right?
"More like it." Bakura gasped, lidding his eyes.
Kek grabbed the dice. "Massage chest again. Fuck that. Bakura bite his chest."
Bakura bent down and started nibbling on my nipples, just like I'd wanted.
"Kek, I like how you play," I moaned, raising up my chest for Bakura's mouth.
"Lick below waist," Kek read out loud. "About time these damn dice tell me to do something good.
He pulled Bakura away and slammed him down on his back. Kek dipped down and laved his tongue up the length of Bakura's cock. Bakura grunted, fisting the sheets. I had to searched for the dice for a moment, but when I found them I rolled and got "kiss back." How fortuitous considering our current position.
I pressed soft, delicate kisses along Kek's wings, and then travelled across the writing that marked his skin.
"Don't stop," Bakura begged. "Don't stop. I don't care about dice anymore."
Kek dropped his mouth over Bakura's cock instead of re-rolling. He sucked up and down and Bakura whimpered in ecstasy. Once I finished kissing Kek's scars, I grabbed the dice again and got "fondle below waist," so I found our bottle of lube and slicked my hands. I started stroking Kek with my left hand, and inserted a finger from my right hand up his ass. Kek moaned, his mouth still full of Bakura's cock and the vibrations must have felt nice because Bakura called out as Kek moaned. The sound of both of them making pleasure noises had my cock throbbing, but my hands were full, so I added another finger and continued to stroke him.
"Ignore the dice, Ryou. Fuck me!" Kek rose his head up long enough to plea.
He sounded so wound up and needy that I couldn't refuse him. I poured more lube into my palm, greased my cock with gel, and slipped into his ass. He groaned, lips sealed once again on Bakura's shaft. I held Kek's hips and rammed into him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Gods, he felt so good hugging my cock. The sight of his muscular back and gorgeous, wild hair, was enough to stop my heart. And Bakura below him calling at from his blowjob made the scene the perfect sight. Who needed porn when I had these two? They were gorgeous and- fuck- and were right in front of me and- fuck- I wanted them both so much- fuck, fuck, fuck-
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" My thoughts became screams, and I couldn't hold back.
My hips slammed, slammed, slammed, as fucking hard as I could rock them. Kek eased up from his blow job in order to stroke himself. He tried to work Bakura's shaft with his left hand, but his strokes were clumsy as distracted. He was lost in each thrust, whimpering, and making pleading, little desperate sounds.
"Fuck!" Kek cursed with me as he came over Bakura's thigh.
He pressed his forehead against Bakura's stomach for a moment, catching his breath, and then swallowed Bakura's cock again.
"Fuck!" Bakura joined the chorus, bucking his cock deeper into Kek's mouth.
"Kek… I'm coming," I whispered as my entire body burned and trembled.
My body went slack all at once, and pressed a few lazy kisses against Kek's tail bone and he continued to suck.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Bakura continued to swear, and then his profanity turned into high pitched vowels as he poured into Kek's mouth.
"I think I lost the other dice, too." I exhaled a satisfied breath, scanning for either pair of dice and finding only wrinkled bedsheets.
"I'm sure we'll roll on them in our sleep." Bakura laughed.
"Nerd." Kek dropped to one side of Bakura and I had the difficult task of choosing between spooning against Kek's back, or using Bakura's chest as a pillow. But how was I supposed to chose between paradise and heaven?
"We found the suitcases below the bed," Kek said.
That helped me make my choice. I remembered that Bakura wasn't ours to keep, and I curled up against his chest and sighed because I didn't want to lose him.
"Yeah..."
"You left job listings open on your browser last week."
"The first six months went by… too quickly. I figured I should at least get an idea of what's available. I have-" Bakura sighed, "-well, if nothing else, Marik's money means I could go just about my entire life without a job, but I'd rather do something."
"Bakura- don't go."
I sucked in a breath when I heard the words. It was exactly what I'd been thinking. I was even working my jaw and preparing to say it, but it was Kek that grabbed Bakura's shoulders and rested his forehead on Bakura's chest.
"Fuck, you two could almost make me stay." Bakura groaned and closed his eyes, as if he were trying to shut us out so he didn't have to accept we were real. "But I can't move on as long as I'm here."
"What about Kyoto?" My chest felt tight. My throat felt tight.
Maybe I'm selfish and greedy for wanting them both, but I don't care. Kek was selfish and greedy too, and he agreed that Bakura should stay. We talked about it often, holding hands while we walked to work and grieved for the lover we knew we'd lose at the end of the year.
"Kyoto?" Bakura asked.
"Or Tokyo, or Osaka, who cares. Pick a city in Japan and we'll move with you."
"That's tempting… what about all your friends?"
"There's Skype. That's how we talk to Anzu. I can visit them every few months."
"Kek can't just quit his job." Bakura's face wrinkled, as if he wanted to agree, but thought it'd be better if he didn't.
"I can work at any gym," Kek muttered into Bakura's chest.
"Fuck that. You're close to everyone you work with here."
"But I don't-"
Kek sighed, and I knew what he wanted to say, but I don't love them. Love. We say it to each other, but not Bakura. Not Bakura because he's leaving, and not Bakura because it's Marik's job to say it first. I wish I knew why Marik was ignoring Bakura. I'd slap him, too, just like I did the Pharaoh.
"-I wouldn't miss them even one tenth as much as I'm going to miss you."
"At least try somewhere like Osaka? For another year?" I rose up enough so that Bakura could see my pleading gaze. "If it's not far enough, then we'll learn English and go to the States with you."
A soft chuckle escaped Bakura's throat. "I really should learn the language if I'm going to run off to another country. You didn't learn much in highschool."
"Well maybe if an asshole-spirit hadn't been possessing me I couldn't have studied harder."
"You should find that guy and smack him upside the head." Bakura grinned.
"Good idea." I gave the back of his head a playful, mock smack.
Bakura laughed, pretending to rub the back of his head. His face grew serious.
"You two… would really rather go with me than stay here?"
"Yes." We both said at once without hesitation.
Bakura looked shocked. Then his face softened. He even smiled.