In the dream, Bakura looked the same as in Battle City, but it was his own body. Ryou was there too and we were folding clothes and talking about a trip we had planned for awhile. All the shirts were bright white, white as their hair, and something in my brain told me that they were the wrong clothes, but I kept folding them and laughing as Bakura told knock knock jokes. Ryou was the one that asked about Kek. I looked around the room, expecting to find him, but he wasn't there. That's when I realized that the shirts were all the same because he was missing, and they wouldn't go back to normal unless we found him.
That's when Ryou threw the suitcases on the ground and said we couldn't go to the airport without Kek, but of course we wouldn't. I'd never go to the airport without everyone, not in the dream I wouldn't. None of us thought to check any of the other rooms. It was a dream, leaving was impossible. Ryou grabbed Bakura and hid his face in Bakura's chest. Bakura comforted him by lifting up Ryou's chin and kissing him. My entire body burned at the sight of them. All I could do was watch in fascination as their lips played against one another.
They had had clothes on, I think. I'm pretty sure they had their Battle City clothes at the beginning of the dream, but now they were naked and brushing their fingers long the expanse of white from their bodies. Ryou shoved Bakura down to the mattress and crawled on top of him. He flipped around so he could ease his ass down onto Bakura's face while taking Bakura's shaft into his mouth and bobbing his head up and down. I moaned and my entire body shuddered. Their bodies were an eternal spiral of white skin and white hair and gods save me it was hot.
And I was going to join them. Yes, hell yes, I was going to join them. We couldn't leave until Kek came back anyway, so there was no reason for me not to crawl into bed with them and kiss all that perfectly flushed skin of thiers. Besides, I was fairly sure- by virtue of my own dream logic- that us all piling in bed together would somehow draw Kek to the room. Like, if we just all got into bed together, then the shirts would turn into our real clothes and then we could all go to the airport.
I woke up, and I held my breath to keep myself from growling at the loss of the dream. My body was hot and aching, almost close enough to come without touching myself. One single moment more of dreaming probably would have been enough. Fuck.
I moaned again, a mix of embarrassment and frustration. Those idiots. Couldn't they have just taken a nap yesterday instead of fooling around? I couldn't get the sight of Ryou's pre-O face from my mind. How could I help it? That used to be Bakura's body. Obviously that was what the dream had been about.
No. I had to remind myself. It was never Bakura's, always Ryou's, but my brain still associated Ryou with Bakura, and that just made everything that I was confused about more confusing. I slipped off the sofa, stretched, stumbled into the kitchen to make coffee. I kept shaking my head as the water heated up. The impression of the dream clung to my thoughts, and it was tormenting me. As I watched the pot fill up, Kek walked into the kitchen rubbing sleep out of his eyes.
"Oh good, you have it going already." Kek pressed his forehead between my shoulder blades and slung his arms over my shoulders. "You're the best, Marik."
"Don't touch." I cringed when his weight pressed into the sundisk on my back.
"Sorry," he muttered. "Everyone else lets me hang on them. I wasn't thinking-"
"Doesn't your back hurt there?" I turned and looked at him, almost happy for the distraction.
"Shit. Your back. I knew better." He winced and placed his hands on my shoulders again, but this time to knead at the skin. "Mine's tight, but emotions hurt so much more that I never really think about my back."
I gasped from Kek's touch and clutched at the counter. That dream still had me whirling, so Kek's hands on my skin were more sensitive than they would have been otherwise. I felt a shiver run up and down my spine and I bit my bottom lip to hold back a moan. The warmth from his palms felt a little too good as it soaked into my skin.
"D-does it bother you? This?" Kek murmured.
I blinked my eyes opened, not realizing I had shut them until the coffee pot came back into focus. Everything came into focus at that moment. Kek was touching my scars and I hadn't even flinched. It was like a little part of my brain was still sleeping and in the dream. It was odd, but in the dream I felt close to all of them, much more intimate than I had when I used the Rod to pry into Ryou's mind for the sake of killing Yugi. And that lingering sense of closeness had dropped my usual shields entirely.
"You're okay." I shrugged beneath his hands, yearning for the feelings of the dream despite knowing that they were nothing more than stupid, empty echoes from my subconscious.
"Can I touch your hair?"
"What?" I frowned, caught off guard by Kek's simple question, and I hated to be caught off guard.
"I want to compare it to mine. See?"
I turned around and saw Kek tugging at his spikes. Reaching out, I dragged my fingers through the strip he held, separating the strands. "Oh wow. It's smooth, but stiff." I combed through his hair again. "Nice to play with though."
He gave me a tentative smile, and my brain still struggled with moments like this where the former manifestation of my rage and torment was standing in front of me as his own person with a full range of emotions and some very tender, endearing expressions. He reached up, pausing his fingers just above my hair. I nodded consent and he combed down the side of my hair.
"It's soft." He said, but I was convinced that his expression was softer than my hair. "Smells nice, too."
"Th-thanks," I muttered, a little dizzy with the surrealism of the moment caused by both my dream and Kek's gentle behavior. I leaned forward, wanting to smell his hair and compare the difference.
"I didn't wash it yesterday because I was tired." He fluffed his hair back into place, bashful. "Just used dry shampoo."
I smiled, cupping his face and leaning in anyway. I swear he trembled beneath my fingers, but that could have been a dream-induced hallucination. "It still smells nice with the dry shampoo."
He giggled.
I didn't know what to do with that.
I smiled, and looked at him. His face was scrunched up, and a little dark, and he was giggling as if my compliment tickled. My fingers itched to cup his face again, but Ryou and Bakura walked in, and my heart leapt into my throat. They bumped shoulders, laughing at something they'd said before entering the kitchen, and watching their white hair bounce around their faces made me think of how gorgeous they looked in bed together and I grew light-headed.
"Are you okay?" Kek touched the side of my arm, his face twisted in concern.
"Fine." I grabbed the coffee pot and started pouring four cups, refilling the machine with another round so it'd be ready with our breakfast.
"You made coffee? You're the best, Marik." Ryou stepped close to grab a mug, and for a second I thought he was going to nuzzle me like Kek had and I nearly leapt out of my skin.
"Watch his back, Ryou." Kek stepped between us, but he kissed Ryou good morning, and that somehow made all the tension in my belly worse.
It was as exhilarating to watch as the dream kiss between Ryou and Bakura had been. Only this time it wasn't a dream, and they were almost pressed against me they stood so close. Ryou held out his coffee cup to avoid spilling it, trapping me on one side, and they stood right in front of me. My only escape was the last area, and Bakura stood waiting for me with a pout on his face.
"Hey, where's my good morning kiss?"
"Do you want one?" Kek perked up, spinning around and leaning close to Bakura, although that blocked me in place again.
"Back off, he's mine," I snapped, more because I was hard up and trapped and not because of any real claim I felt on Bakura.
I lifted Bakura up, slammed him against the table, crawled on top of him, and took his fucking breath away. I felt the tightness of his chest as his breathing stopped from the surprise of my actions, and then he was mewling against my lips. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, trying to force all the tension out of my body with this small act of indulgence. I finally had to rise up for air myself, and I panted and stared down at him. His eyes blown out, and his mouth hung open as he gasped.
"Good morning, 'Kura." I grinned, pressing my finger against his nose.
"Holy shit," Bakura muttered to himself.
That made me laugh. I was just about to crawl off the table when I noticed Ryou filming us. "You really are fond of catching everything, aren't you?"
"Sorry." Ryou flushed and hit the stop button on his screen. "I guess it was rude. It's just such a habit. I'll delete i-"
"Send it to me," I said. I really did want to see it. I hope it looked as badass as it felt.
"Okay." Ryou beamed, sipping on his coffee as he swiped with his thumb.
I heard several beeps from my phone in the living room. I was on my way to fetch my cellphone when the I heard shattering glass and Ryou swear.
"Shit! Sorry, uh- Marik! Don't open the second one!" Ryou shouted. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Let me delete it for you, please."
"What?" I glanced over my wasn't even concerned about the coffee splashed over the floor or the fragments of glass around his bare feet. He picked his way through the mess, trying to get to the doorway before I did.
"I didn't mean to send that second one. I sent the one of you, and was going to send one of Bakura and Kek doing a push up contest, but I picked the one before that and- I'll just delete it!"
Ha, no way he was going to delete it. I dashed in front of him and raced for my phone. Ryou and Bakura both chased me, Kek laughing from the kitchen, but I reached my phone, dashed to the bathroom, and managed to slam and lock the door before either could get me.
"Marik! You don't want to see that! It's super embarrassing!" Ryou whined from the other side of the door.
"Then I definitely want to see it!" I cheered, clutching the phone to my chest.
"Well, don't say he didn't warn you!" Bakura called through the door.
"Please, Marik! It's not safe for work!"
"Too bad! Next time be more careful!"
I slid my ass down to the floor so I could get comfortable. The cool door felt good on my back, I was burning up between being hot and bothered, kissing, and then running. Whatever video had Ryou pounding on the door and yelling was probably going to just make everything worse all over again. I was already dreaming about them kissing. I didn't need to see it in a video, but…
I shuddered as I thought of the dream. Damn, I wanted to see it anyway. The dream. The moment in the kitchen with Kek. All the time I've spent with Bakura over the last few days. It was too much, and I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to see what I've been missing out on those months I was in Ghana. I heard Kek speaking to Ryou, Ryou protesting, Kek and Bakura both laughing and pulling Ryou away. Bakura muffled some sort of reply and then there was silence. They'd left me alone, an unsupervised kid in a candy store. I liked my lips and check my messages. I watched myself first- and yes, I did look as badass as I had felt when I done it, and then I found the second video.
And hit play.