I raced down the street on a brand new bike. I didn't need another motorcycle. I owned three. But I wanted one for my date with Bakura, and for the rest of my trip in Japan. Besides, I figured I could give it to Kek when I was done, if he wanted it. Before I would have assumed he liked motorcycles just because I did, but he was so different now that I didn't want to assume.

I swung into the hotel parking lot and turned off the bike. I hurried up to our room, eager to get Bakura so I could surprise him.

"Bakura? Where are you?" I looked around. The bed was still made, and he wasn't at the window.

"In here!" Bakura called from the bathroom.

I gasped when I saw him. I'd only seen Bakura in hoodies and boxers, at the most blue jeans and tees, but he'd actually put some effort into himself for our date and I hadn't been prepared for it.

"Holy shit," I muttered.

"What?" Bakura looked up from the mirror, staring at my reflection.

"N-nothing." I blinked a few times to snap myself out of it. "I've just never seen you in anything other than a t-shirt."

"Like it?" Bakura ran his fingers down the black silk button-up. A red tie hung from his neck, and he wore kohl around his eyes.

"You may have won this round, but there's no way I'm going to let you out-dress me next time." I held his face and sucked on his bottom lip.

His eyes fluttered shut as he dissolved into my kiss. Both of us opened our mouths at the same time, our tongues touched for a moment before our lips pressed back together. I pulled away before I could get any more distracted. The bed was close and we were in a hotel, after all. Smiling and biting my bottom lip, I tugged at Bakura's hand to get him out of the bathroom.

"Let's go."

"Did you have a restaurant you wanted to go to, or-"

"Bakura." I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth. "You should know by now that I plan big, and you're worth more than the cliché dinner-and-movie routine."

Bakura snorted a single laugh as we stood close in the elevator despite it being empty. I could tell he was flushed despite his complexion hiding the color. I reached up my hand, stroking his unmarked cheek with my thumb. He smiled and I couldn't help but lean in and kiss the corner of his mouth.

"You going to give me a hint?"

"This date should really lift your spirits." I winked.

"Are you saying that you're the wind beneath my wings?" Bakura kissed the air in my direction.

"Yes, because love will lift us up where we belong." I laughed.

"Okay, but seriously, what are we doing?"

"Just do what you do best whenever I come up with a plan."

"Complain?"

"Follow me no matter how crazy my idea is." I cupped his cheek and stole one last kiss before the elevator doors opened and we walked out of the elevator and into the hotel lobby.

Bakura whistled when he saw the bike. "You bought it in white?"

"It was on the lot. I have my custom ones at home." I grabbed the extra helmet I bought, seeing if it would fit since I had to guess on the size.

It fit well, and after I gave him a quick tutorial on how to ride as a passenger, we were zooming down the streets of Domino as fast as I thought I could get away with without getting pulled over. Which is pretty fast, apparently. I didn't see a single cop the entire time we cruised around the city. Once my lust for driving had been sated, I went towards our actual destination- the airport.

"What are we doing here?" Bakura asked as soon as the helmet was off.

"This is where our date starts." I grinned.

"I'm not packed to go anywhere."

"Don't worry, I'll have you home by curfew." I laughed and led him to my private jet.

Bakura regarded the cabin of the plane with the same suspicion as a cat in a new place. He tiptoed around, and looked at every corner as if thugs might jump out and challenge us to a duel- which it being Domino wasn't a wholly impossible scenario, but my plane should have been pest-free.

"This… isn't a commercial plane?"

"No, this is my little toy." I felt my face grow hot. This seemed like a good idea when I came up with it, but I hoped Bakura liked it as much as I wanted him to. "I thought you might enjoy flying around for a few hours."

"Toy?" Bakura relaxed, but raised an eyebrow at my wording.

"Well…" I primped my hair. "I re-invest most of my money into improving people's lives, but when I want something, I let myself have it."

"Ha!" Bakura plopped down on the sofa style seating near the window. "Then let's go!"

It was funny to see him so cautious only a few moments ago, but now he was acting like it was his plane and he lived in it. I shook my head and sat beside him and texted the pilot with instructions to take off. I noticed Bakura wasn't using his seatbelt, so I reached over and fastened it for him rather than argue. He narrowed his eyes, but I slipped one hand under his shirt and traced along his abs and that seemed good enough of a distraction to keep him from arguing.

Or perhaps he was being agreeable because he was excited, although he tried not to show it. The moment the plane started forward, he twisted around so he could look out the window. When the plane actually lifted off of the ground, Bakura's eyes widened. His expression was too full of delight and excitement to hide, and I smiled as I watched his face beaming.

Then he turned towards me, face growing bashful as he caught me watching him. His gaze angled downward, staring at our laps.

"Um… thanks. This was a cool idea." A single laugh escaped him. "And bonus points for remembering what Ryou said, I guess."

"Yeah, I remembered." I unfastened my seatbelt and Bakura did the same. "Want dinner? I had some brought on board before we arrived."

"I always want dinner. especially if it's not chicken and green beans." Bakura laughed.

It took me a moment to catch the reference to Kek's new eating habits. It was still odd for me to think of him eating chicken. I mussed up Bakura's hair and laughed when he tried to smooth it back in place. There were two covered trays waiting in the back area where the staff would sit, when there was a need for staff to accompany me on a flight, but tonight I wanted privacy, so I brought the food to out myself. Sitting back down, I used a small remote to turn on the speakers. Music played all around us as the last rays of dusk lit the clouds outside our window a rusty orange.

"You remembered my favorite song," Bakura muttered, staring at the pork loin and potatoes on his plate. "And my favorite food."

"Of course I remembered. It was never about only getting points." I played with my fork. "I wanted to remember everything for moments like these."

Bakura looked up at me. I smiled.

"Because I love you," I said.

Bakura buried his face in his hands. I set my fork down and scooted beside him, running my fingers through his hair.

"I'm alright." He shook his head.

"I know you are, but for some reason I can't stop touching you."

"Heh, smooth."

"You know I am." I poked his chest. "After we eat, will you dance with me?"

Bakura slid his hand against the curve of my hip and it felt like lightning licking against my nerves.

"Any excuse to touch you back." Bakura nuzzled against my neck.

I closed my eyes, moaning at the tickle of his skin against my own. I wouldn't have told him to stop if he had kept going, but he pulled away and tore into his food with his usual savagery. I shook my head, grinning, and then grabbed my own dish. Kushari, my favorite, but it didn't taste as good as the batch Kek and Ryou had made last week.

I felt funny at that thought. It was like I actually missed those two morons. Maybe I did. Eating meals together, and playing Monster World, watching movies, and teasing the kittens with string, that was all fun. I was just so mad that they were playing a living game of shogi using us as pieces the entire time. It made me distrust every moment I'd been at their apartment.

Because it's not like I would ever do anything like that.

Haha, ironic thoughts are being ironic.

"I think butter is one of the greatest inventions of the Western world." Bakura rescued me from my thoughts.

"Mine has olive oil instead." I looked down at the food that wasn't half as good as it should have been. How the hell do they mess up something as basic as Kushari?

"Try the potatoes."

I grinned, opening my mouth to suggest that Bakura should feed me. A shy look tinted his expression, but he did it and I moaned as he pulled his fork away I was pretty sure he was blushing again. I wished I could see it on his cheeks.

I ate half of my food, and then split Bakura's side dishes with him. Dessert was chocolate truffles with extra strong mint. Bakura caught onto the mint and winked as he ate the leaves used to garnish the plate of truffles. Now I was the one that would be blushing if my complexion was more fair.

He started laughing, choking for a moment and having to chug his bottle of sparkling water that I'd brought with our food.

"Bakura? Are you okay?" I asked, patting his back.

"I just now remembered the puns!" He finished the water, able to breath once again.

"Don't choke to death over something stupid like that!"

"I can't believe it took me this long to connect those with an airplane date!"

I had the music on shuffle in a playlist that had songs we both liked. At that moment, my favorite song started to play. We both looked up like idiots, as if we could see the music, and then we looked at each other. Bakura grinned, a huge, wild thing that I still wasn't used to seeing on his face. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet before pressing our bodies together.

We were chest to chest, groin to groin, and nose to nose, and if we could have squeezed any closer together- I would have. But as it was, we were as flushed as two bodies with clothes could get, so I held onto Bakura's hips while swaying my own, looking down into his eyes as we moved.

We were clumsy.

We were too close, but wouldn't back up to give our feet room.

It was like graceless sex, grinding, pushing, moving, our breath getting heavy as sweat trickled down our skin. I spun Bakura and he went with the movement, circling out and then crashing against me as I pulled him back to me. We both laughed, breathless, but refusing to stop. The songs continued to shuffle, one of his, one of mine, and then three songs in a row that we both liked that were popular during the Battle City tournament. By the time we tumbled onto the seats, I was dizzy and panting and smiling so broadly it hurt.

"Stars are coming out." Bakura clambered over me and back to the window.

"Yeah." I pressed against him so I could look out the same port. Really, I just wanted an excuse to be close.

"I love staring at the world when it's small." Bakura shook his head. "Some things don't change."

"Some things don't need to." I bumped our hips together.

"Why do you prefer bikes?"

"Because I can control where I go. I can control the speed, direction, if I stop. A bike moves with you, it becomes you."

"That makes sense. I like being swept up in things, though. Hurtling through existence too fast and just staring down at it all suits me."

"You like being swept up, do you?" I pulled him close against me. "Like being swept up into my arms?"

"Yes," his eyelashes fluttered shut and his lips parted.

I leaned down, ghosting my lips tenderly against his, soft as breath or goose down. He leaned back into the seat and I crawled into his lap, tangling my fingers in all that shaggy white hair of his. Gods I loved it so much, especially twined around my fingers.

We undressed as slow as possible, holding out to the last second before removing our shirts and pants.

"Wait, we don't have-"

"Actually-" I interrupted him to pull a bottle out from a side compartment in the seat next to us. "We do."

"I should have figured you'd plan this far ahead."

"I thought it might be nice to join the mile high club together."

"This is much more comfortable than the bathroom in a commercial flight."

"I never do anything half assed."

Speaking of asses, I had my fingers coated in lube and was working them one by one into my asshole. Bakura watched with a hazy, lust-kissed gaze, and I hitched a little and moaned just for show.

I noticed the stars shift outside our window. The pilot was turning around so we could get back to Domiono without having to refuel, but I had more than enough time, so I didn't rush and made sure I was relaxed and stretched before I eased down Bakura's shaft as he sat leaning into the overstuffed cushions of his seat.

"Marik," he moaned out my name and the sound of it sent a jolt through me.

I was gasping as soon as I started to circle my hips. It was close to the way my guts felt when I took a hill on my bike- a rush upward, and then a swooping thrill on the way down. I curled closer to Bakura, resting my forehead against his shoulder. He grabbed my hips and held them, but allowed me to set the pace of how slowly we circled together.

"Marik." He bit his bottom lip.

"Yes, Bakura." I kissed up the side of his neck, his flesh hot against my lips. "Yes… yes… yes…"

I wanted to stay in his lap for hours, slow circle after slow circle, but the more I moved, the greedier I found myself. I leaned back, bracing my hands on his thighs and bobbing up and down a little faster than before.

"Yes… yes… gods, yes. Bakura!"

My hips were bucking now, faster, faster, faster. The swirling, looping sensation inside me growing hot and intense. Bakura reached out, fondling my balls for a moment and making me scream before he slid his hand to my shaft.

"Fuck yes!" My nails dug into his thighs and my rhythm faltered as I focused on bucking into his hand while squeezing my ass around his cock.

"Fuck, you look so hot right now," Bakura growled, his hand doing magic up and down my shaft.

I leaned forward again, fast and shallow on his cock. My nails sank into his shoulders instead of his thighs, but he didn't mind. He pressed his lips against my ear and moaned my name over and over again until the sound of it and the pressure of his hand around my dick had me spurting all over him.

I crashed against him for a moment, gasping before grabbing tissues and wet wipes to clean him up. Done, I pressed a button to make his seat recline further back, and I started rocking my hips again.

"Ah! Ahh! Ahh!" Bakura huffed out ragged breaths as I continued to ride him.

He grabbed my hips, all but begging me to go faster with the way he tugged at me, raising me up, and slamming me down. I kept moaning, spent but still shivering inside with each thrust.

"Marik! Marik! Marik! I'm coming!" Bakura shrieked and then his words evaporated into a groan, and then his hands grew less needy against my hips as we wound our movements down.

After another clean up, we slipped our boxers on and I rested on his chest as we sat and relaxed. He stroked my hair, his fingers soothing against my scalp. I sighed, half dozing against him as I listened to his heart beat.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I know." I drew little hearts against his chest.

"I want to look out the window again."

"Okay." I stood up so he could twist around.

I dressed, and he did as well before we were on our knees in the seat, staring out at the lights of approaching Domino below us. We talked, about useless nothing things. I told him about the cats in the tombs, several specific stories that stood out in my memory. He told me about several times when he was little that he tried to steal food but, for some reason or another, couldn't manage it and how he'd go to bed hungry on those nights.

We were silent on the ride home, but the moment we were back to the hotel room and snuggled in bed together, the conversation picked up where it left off. We talked about games, and compared the Egyptian language he knew as a child to the tomb keeper dialect I grew up with. There were a lot of borrowed words that were the same, but a clear Arabic influence even with phrases I thought were older. Then we somehow ended up on our phones shopping for cockrings, then some sort of Danish cookie that Ryou ate when he was younger and Bakura had a craving for, and then cat towers for our kittens. I sent them to Ryou's address and Bakura shook his head.

"Shouldn't you send it to where you live in Egypt?"

"Well… I can always buy another one." I shrugged.

"Are you buying that for Ducati and Diabound, or is that one really for Jason and Hamyaa?"

"I mean… it's not right to spoil our two and not the other two."

"Cute." Bakura smiled. "Come to think of it. You got a white bike."

"So what?" I asked, although I was clearly busted.

"That happens to be Kek's favorite color."

"I figured he might want it after we leave? Shipping it to Egypt would be such a bother." I frowned. "Does he ride motorcycles? He's so different from me now."

"I think he'll like it." Bakura kissed the tip of my nose and I giggled.

"Will Ryou ride it with him? Or will it scare him?"

"Nothing scares Ryou." Bakura shook his head.

As if they knew we were talking about them. Bakura's phone beeped. He ignored it, but I jabbed at his shoulder with my pointer finger.

"Check it."

"I mean, it's just-"

"Bakura, it's fine."

Bakura exhaled and rolled over to grab his phone. The screen lit up the smile on his face as he looked at his message. It was the same in love sort of expression I caught him giving to me, and my heart fluttered a little as I watched him.

"Look at these fools." Bakura turned the phone around so I could see the picture.

Kek was toasting with a glass of champagne. He had a paper crown with KING OF UNO scrawled on it with red, yellow, blue, and red marker. Ryou had gotten ahold of a pair of wide-rimmed sunglasses and had all the wild and wild draw four cards fanned out to show them off as he held them with his arms cross over his chest. And someone else was standing behind them on the sofa making the rest of the Uno cards rain down on their heads- although I noticed a few Duel Monster cards sprinkled into the shower like Pot of Greed, and Exodia's Right Arm. Below the picture was a caption.

BAKURA! WE FOUND THEIR WEAKNESS! IT'S UNO!

And then below that:

We still can't win either of them in Duel Monsters, but Kek seems to be a magnet for Wild cards- no surprise, tbh!

So the next time you want vengeance, Skip the Duel Monsters and Reverse your strategy to Uno instead.

I laughed, covering my mouth with my hand to mute the sound.

"Wait, is that Atem standing over them on the sofa?" I narrowed my eyes, finally realizing who else would have hair as crazy as Yugi's but skin as dark as mine.

"Yeah, he's back in his original body as well."

Another message appeared.

Atem says if you somehow managed to kill him during a game of Shadow Uno, then he probably deserves it.

Bakura swyped a reply.

Of course he'd deserve it. Who's dumb enough to play a Shadow Game of Uno in the first place?

"Who's dumb enough to play Shadow Dungeons and Dragons?" I snorted.

"First off, immersion. Second, it wasn't Dungeons and Dragons, per se." Bakura shot me a perturbed glance. "It was my own version of a tabletop RPG."

The phone beeped again.

Anyway, we'll let you go. But we *had* to share our victory with you!

Bakura snorted, typing, Later clowns.

"You can talk to them," I said.

"They look busy." He sighed, setting down his phone.

"I didn't know they hung out with Yugi and Atem."

"Ryou always has. Kek just started."

"Why? How? It's… a little hard to conceive."

Bakura shrugged. "They're Ryou's friends. He didn't want Ryou to feel split between the people he cared about. And like I said, Resurrection Club."

"Oh." I pressed my forehead against Bakura shoulder. "They look like they're having fun."

"Yeah, fucking dorks. I bet Ryou made the crown."

My chest tightened. All the emotions I'd been trying to figure out started to condense in my center.

"I'm not mad at them." I said it to myself, but Bakura answered.

"It's okay to be mad, Marik."

"No, you don't understand. I'm not mad at them." I clutched onto him. My eyes stung. I blinked a few times and hot tears tickled my cheeks. "It would have been fun, to get to know them as well as you do. To hang out more. I guess that's why… it hurts. It hurts that they were using me to keep you."

"Marik." Bakura wiped away my tears with his calloused palms. I leaned into his touch, more tears replacing the ones he'd wiped away. "Ryou's not like that at all. I can't really say what exactly happened, but I know Ryou cares about people more than that. He's not us. No- that sounded wrong-"

"I know what you mean." I wiped at my own face, demanding that I stop shedding stupid, useless tears, although they refused to stop. "The irony hasn't gone over my head. How I used to treat people like dolls, and now I'm crying that someone did it to me."

All the feelings started to fit like my own Millenium Puzzle, only made out of emotions instead of gold. Even from that first night, when they had Bakura's suitcases and were trying to say goodbye, I had been the one that had suggested we stay. I didn't want to break them up, but it was also that part of me liked the idea of…

Of what?

Of them flirting with me too?

Maybe more?

Isn't that what they did?

But then I slapped Ryou for it.

Because at the end of the day, I didn't think it was me they wanted. They just wanted Bakura to stay.

So it hurt. It hurt. My cheeks were already dry, but that didn't stop the sting in my chest.

"Ryou's not the type to play with hearts," Bakura repeated. "And I don't think Kek is either. Not anymore, not any more than we would now with someone else."

"Maybe," I muttered, but I didn't believe him. They never said anything.

They never asked how I felt about group relationships or how I even felt about their past with Bakura. Even if they were too nervous to talk to me, I'm sure they would have spoken about it to Bakura. The fact that he didn't know what they were doing proves that it had been a scheme instead of honest flirting. If they had been sincere, they would have brought up those topics at least to him before trying to kiss me.