"Why is he so difficult?" Ryou buried his face in his hands as Kek and I led him back to the living room.
I had to laugh at that. Why was Marik Ishtar so difficult? Why was the sky blue? Why was water wet? Why were adonis belts sexy as fuck on a guy with nice abs? Some things are just what they are.
"He probably wants to use that video against me somehow." I shrugged.
"You think so?" Kek hummed, he looked like he was thinking about something. "I'm not so sure that's his only reason."
"Which one did you send anyway?" I asked Ryou.
"One of the fun ones."
"Yeah, I know, but which one?"
"One of the really fun ones." Ryou sighed. "Remember that time we blindfolded you and kept making you guess who was who?"
"Oh good." Kek's teeth clinked as a predatory grin spread across his face. "Marik will love that one."
"Wait, you filmed that?" I asked. I remembered doing it, but I didn't know Ryou was- but I should have known. Of course he was. It was Ryou. Ryou filming everything was like Marik being difficult, some things were meant to be in this world.
"I told you I was," Ryou said.
"Yeah, you told him when I had my mouth on him." Kek laughed. "He didn't hear shit."
"Well, damn, I want to see the video."
Ryou blushed. "Right now?"
"Of course right now! I need to see what Marik's looking at!" I stole Ryou's phone and plopped on the couch.
Ryou dropped to my right and Kek to my left. It felt good, like old times, to have them sitting beside me. Pssh, old times, like it was more than a few days ago, but it felt like months somehow. Whatever. Time is bullshit. Regardless, it was still nice to have those two idiots cuddling beside me as we settled down to watch some wholesome, homemade porn - while Marik happened to be sitting in the bathroom watching the same porn. I'd say I had the better deal. The sofa was a lot more comfortable than the bathroom floor.
I'm filming this, okay? Ryou's voice sounded through the phone's speaker.
"Told you," Ryou's real voice said beside my ear.
"Shhh," Kek put his finger to his mouth.
I was on the screen with a black silk scarf tied around my eyes and Kek's lips sealed delightfully around my cock. Just looking at it brought back the memory of Kek's tongue lapping at my flesh as he sucked me into a wailing mess.
Not quite yet, Kek. Let's have some fun with him first.
This is fun! I screamed. Very fun! Let me be!
Kekeke Kek pulled his mouth away, leaving me growling in frustration.
I had to laugh at myself. In the video I sounded way more pissed than I actually was. In fact, I had been looking forward to whatever surprise Ryou came up with, and in hindsight it had been fun.
Here are the rules, video Ryou explained. One of use will tease you and if you guess right, you get sucked for thirty seconds, but if you guess wrong you get a extra thirty seconds of penalty teasing.
Ha! Easy! Bring it on!
There was a moment's pause where I watched myself squirm in anticipation. Nothing could wipe the grin off of my face as I watched this. I looked damn good arching against the blankets with my hair a mess around my face and my muscles straining to be touched. Knowing that Malik was watching as well made my stomach hitch. Enjoy the show, motherfucker. That's what you get for being difficult.
In the background Ryou and Kek muttered, and then Kek crept to my waiting body. He was careful how he shifted his weight so I wouldn't know it was him right away. His fingers reached out and lightly graced up my bicep. My past self groaned in frustration at the light touch. I remembered wanting much more than a touch.
Obviously Ryou I barked laughter, so confident that anything that soft and sweet would be Ryou.
Ryou's voice was as soft and sweet as one would expect when he whispered You're wrong. Penalty game.
I growled again in the video as Kek kept his touch light as cotton candy against my arm. After a few seconds his fingers lifted up, and then I squirmed again, impatient after only one round of playing. They both stood up from the bed so I couldn't tell their positions, lousy bastards, I should have known before we started that Ryou wasn't going to make the game easy on me. There was a shift in the video as Ryou handed Kek the phone and crawled to the same area and touched my bicep in the same way. I clenched my teeth. It was clear I had no clue who was touching me- and I remember having no clue who was touching me. At that point I was trying to guess if they'd switch, or if Kek would try the same stunt twice to trick me. That had seemed the more likely answer.
Kek!
Penalty game, Ryou whispered again.
Fuck! Of course, that was me being a sore loser (hey, just because I'd never admit it doesn't mean that I don't realize it).
They waited another moment and Ryou touched my other arm. I guessed Kek and had to suffer another thirty seconds of Ryou's fingers dancing along my collarbone. Kek took his turn next, and I guessed Kek that time out of sheer dumb fucking luck.
You win this round. Ryou zoomed in, showing Kek's spray of golden hair as he lowered his mouth down to the base of my cock and sucked like the maniac that he was.
Ahhhh! Ahhh! Yes! Yes! Please, Kek! Please!
"Ha! You knew it was me that time." Kek laughed beside me.
"It could only have been you." I grinned.
Too soon, Kek pulled away in the video, leaving me panting and pleading for more. I should probably feel some kind of embarrassment over the way I was begging for it, but- nah. It had been that good. And I knew Marik's heart was probably beating through his chest right about now. Damn, I was hot.
After a few more rounds of me mostly losing, Ryou started dragging his lips from my pelvis to my navel. I bucked against his mouth, but he backed up, keeping the pressure easy and gentle.
Ryou, I sighed. It wasn't a guess that time. I was just sighing the first name that came to mind.
That's right. Ryou smiled. You win. Kek… drop the camera and come over here so we can show Bakura what he's won.
He didn't drop the camera though. He set it down on its side. The frame was tilted, but we could still see Ryou and Kek kissing along my skin as deliberately as before. Ryou ghosted his lips across my palm and Kek covered my thighs. I shuddered at the memory, how their lips felt like butterfly wings brushing against my skin, how much I ached for the kisses to last a little longer despite my cock twitching against my belly. Ryou and Kek both gilded their hands along my stomach, their fingers touched and they looked up at each other, smiling before lacing their fingers together. They froze like that, lost in each other's eyes, and then Ryou bent down and kissed my mouth as Kek finished the blow job that he had started. I came moaning against Ryou's lips, and as I caught my breath Ryou continued to kiss along my collarbone while Kek kissed my thighs.
Ryou grinned, peeling the blindfold up and giving me the same, dopey love-struck look he'd given Kek. My turn to be blindfolded, Kura.
What if I want to leave it on? I teased, still a little winded.
Don't be so greedy. You have to share.
Steal it and you can have it.
Ryou and I wrestled over the blindfold for a moment, but Kek was already turning off the phone. The video ended and Ryou hid his face in his hands as I laughed. We didn't even notice Marik standing us in the hallway and watching us watch us. My stomach felt fluttery as I looked up and our eyes met.
"I… guess I shouldn't have-"
Marik started to fumble his way through an apology, raking his bangs out of his eyes. I noticed that his temples looked sweat-flecked and his cheeks were a deeper bronze.
"But didn't Bakura look beautiful?" Kek interrupted.
"I mean, of course, but-"
"And now you have some more fuel for your info game, right? You know he likes slow foreplay."
"True." Marik laughed, licking his lips. I rolled my eyes. Sure, give him that one. I couldn't wait until he tried it out when we went to sleep that night, so I didn't mind Marik getting an extra point.
"Do you want to watch some more? There's plenty of room." Kek scooted away from me and patted the spot between us.
Marik laughed, too loudly. I never imagined hearing a noise like that burst from his chest, all giddy, and nervous, and derailed from his normal amount of control. "Watch porn of you with you?"
"I can show you the regular videos on my laptop." Ryou's face was the color of thai chilis. "I have hours of us gaming, or goofing off in the kitchen, or-"
Kek leaned forward a little. "But if you do want to see more of the naughty ones. we have hours of those as well. We don't mind sharing those with you if you're curious."
"Damn Kek, exhibition kink much?" I laughed.
I wasn't sure what had gotten into him all of a sudden or why he was playing the NOTICE ME SENPAI act on Marik. Was it some sort of joke? Or was it just his way of trying to bond with his former host? Some weird hey we were the same person thing that I wasn't understanding?
"I don't see what the big deal is?" Kek kept his eyes trained on Marik. "We could always watch more Pokémon, but wouldn't you rather see more of Bakura instead?"
"Or Kek, since he's a giant Sunflora. That pretty much makes it the same as Pokemon" I snorted.
"Does that make you Ash trying to catch 'em all?" Kek shot daggers at me with his gaze, and I blew him a kiss because I knew it would frazzle him, and it did. He looked away with a flustered expression.
"You know what? You're right." Marik marched towards us on the couch. "I do want to watch more of Ryou's videos."
"Really?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Don't give me that look, Bakura, I meant the videos that won't require us to fight over who gets to take the first cold shower." He reached the couch and shoved at my shoulder. "Move. I should sit by Ryou since it's his laptop we're watching these on."
"Bakura can hold the laptop," Kek said, but I was already scooting over and Marik was already dropping in between me and Ryou.
"This is good." Marik shot Kek a quick smirk, and I was confused. Some sort of thing was going on between them, but I couldn't hazzard a fucking guess.
"Okay, but I'm going to have to lean over Bakura to see." Kek dropped into my lap.
I ooomphed. I was already hard from watching the video, and Kek squirming over me didn't help. "Kek, what the fuck?"
"Sorry, Bakura, but I can see better this way." He challenged Marik to object with a stare, but Marik snorted and ignored him.
I rolled my eyes into the back of my head and sat back, giving up. I really didn't have the energy to deal with a sulking Kek at the moment, especially when paired with a difficult Marik. Still, I had to admit, it was really nice, all of us on the sofa together. Marik pressed up against me, Kek on my lap. We were snuggly seated, but the couch was definitely big enough for all of us. I couldn't help but close my eyes and bask in it, the warmth and proximity of so many people. Couldn't help but think this is what home feels like.
"Ryou's not the only one that can film these sorts of moments," Marik said.
I opened my eyes and saw Marik holding up his phone. I didn't understand why at first, and then I realized I was combing my fingers through Kek's hair. I looked down and saw his face half-buried in his crossed arms as my fingers carded through his spikes.
"Sorry," I muttered as I withdrew my hair. "Old habits die about as easily as I do."
"You don't have to stop," Marik said. "You two are as cute as the kittens."
"If you think that's cute, I have the perfect video to show you." Ryou picked up his laptop from the carpet and pulled up a file.
"Don't you mean, purrfect?" I winked.
"Is there anyway we can lock Bakura outside while the rest of us sit and watch these without the puns?" Ryou asked.
Marik laughed hard enough that his eyes crinkled. I was grinning myself. It was nice to see that look on his face. By Ryou's smile, he was thinking the same thing. He stared at Marik like he'd never seen laughter before. Then a spacey look muddled Ryou's expression and he leaned closer to Marik. My stomach did a loop-de-loop when Ryou stole a quick kiss from Marik's lips.
I felt Kek wince in my lap, muttering shit under his breath, but I only half registered it because at the same moment, Marik slapped Ryou across the cheek and then stormed into the kitchen. I knew I should go after him, but Ryou covered his hands over his face and started bawling, and I was worried that he was hurt. Kek leapt up, jumping on the sofa arm so he could hold Ryou and rock him. I cupped Ryou's face in my hands, checking his face for a mark. I didn't see anything. He didn't look hurt at all, but I still found myself kissing Ryou's cheek, as if my dumbass could kiss it and make it better.
"Don't," Ryou sobbed.
"I just-"
"Go to the kitchen you, moron!" Ryou shouted, louder than I'd ever really heard him. "Leave us alone!'
Kek was muttering something into Ryou's hair, but Ryou was staring at me like he'd murder me if I stayed, so I got up and went to the kitchen. Fuck. I don't even understand- fuck. What the hell?
What the hell had just happened?
Fuck.
I felt like crying myself.