Another dream.

Bakura was in his original body this time, all dark and wiry and that ear-to-ear grin that made his scar scrunch up as much as his nose did. Gods, I loved when he made that face, and he was making it for me, looking right at me and crooking a finger toward me.

Ryou knelt on the bed behind him, kissing down Bakura's shoulder and arm. His white hair cascaded down his side as he worked his lips gently against Bakura's scarred-pocked skin. Heat rose within me. My groin tightened, I felt like I could come from the sight of them alone.

I also felt fingers tracing my own scars as I watched Ryou and Bakura. I didn't have to turn around, I already knew it was Kek behind me. His breath tickled the back of my neck as his fingertips trailed down. He liked to touch the picture of Ra the most. His fingers ran over the shape of the wings a dozen times as Ryou shoved Bakura onto his belly so he could work his lips down Bakura's spine.

Ryou glanced up at me and winked before slipping his fingers into Bakura and making Bakura call out with a wide-open mouth. Bakura's face flushed deep burgundy as his fingers curled into the bedsheets. I reached for Kek's wrists, pulling him around me and slammin him onto the bed beside Bakura and Ryou. I fell on top of him, seeing him for the first time. I noticed his eyes were a completely different color than mine. Purple, almost periwinkle, but not lavender. I twined my fingers through his hair and pulled hard as I slid our cocks together. The harder I pulled his hair, the harder he begged, and the harder he begged, the more I needed to rut against him.

Ryou pulled his fingers out of Bakura so they could scrabble on each side of us. Bakura kissed my back, just as Kek had. Ryou's lips were pressed against my ear, whispering what I should do. Tug Kek's hair, bite his nipples, circle my hips. Each time I followed Ryou's suggestion Kek wailed out the names of different gods, but I decided I didn't want to be told what to do, so I grab Ryou and smashed our mouths together. My eyes were closed as I kissed him, but it was a dream, so I knew he was blushing- a glowing, rosey pink that made the white of his skin stand out more brightly than before.

It was not a sweet kiss. Not like the little invitation from the day I slapped him. This was a real kiss, full of tongue and wanton intent. And while our tongues swirled together, Kek grabbed my cock as Bakura pushed inside me, I felt a jolt of pleasure shock my entire core. I growled, frantic for more even as they gave it to me. The decadent shivers trembling within me seemed to condense into my center, growing thick and heavy as I-

My eyes opened seconds before I could come. I moaned out loud, my balls throbbed and my cock was rock-fucking-hard.

"Nightmare?" Bakura muttered, nuzzling against my shoulder and kissing it.

"No…" I shifted into his touch, wanting it, wanting anything I could get as my body throbbed with unresolved tension.

"What's wrong? You sound a little upset."

"Just frustrated." I groaned, covering my face with my hands. "It's like my dreams have been sponsored by PornHub this last week."

"Oh, is that all?" Bakura laughed.

"Shut-up. It's annoying and embarrassing."

"I'm just glad you're not having nightmares." Bakura kissed my shoulder again, inching across my chest. "So? Do I make a cameo in any of these erotic dreams of yours?"

"All of you are in them," I sighed, both from frustration, and from Bakura's lips against my skin.

"Oooh." Bakura pulled away. "I get why you sound distressed now. Don't worry, Marik." Bakura combed his fingers through my hair. "It's probably just anxiety fucking with you in your sleep."

"Yeah." I shifted a little, missing Bakura's mouth against my skin. I'd been on the brink, and I couldn't think straight with my cock twitching against my thigh. "I feel guilty. I slapped him for doing much less than what I'm dreaming about."

Bakura stifled a little moan and hid against my shoulder. He clearly wouldn't mind hearing a few details and damn if it wasn't tempting to give them to him. I could just imagine the way his eyes would lose focus and go dreamy if I whispered to him about how I'd been rutting against Kek, or how Ryou had finger fucked Bakura until his cheeks had been the color of poppy blossoms. I could whisper all that while shoving my cock balls-deep into his ass and watch him unravel long before I finished retelling the dream.

Yes, I could imagine all that in far too much detail, and I moaned again, much louder than Bakura had, and grit my teeth while slamming my eyes closed. It was getting more and more difficult, with each passing day, to act like I wasn't at least physically attracted to them, but I was still trying to figure out if I liked their personalities or not. We'd been talking, texting mostly, for two weeks since the day I talked to Kek. We'd played Monster World last night- Kek's poor character was torn apart by mermaids. It was pretty bloody. I'm not even sure why he thought it'd be a good idea to swim with them? His character was a little drunk at the time. We were going to play again next weekend, but he just laughed when I asked about his new character.

And we seemed to get along well enough. The more we talked, texted, and gamed, the more I realized I could hang out with them on a regular basis, but… was that enough? I wasn't even sure why it was important anyway. They were cute, they were reasonably fun, shouldn't that have been enough? But the more I talked to Bakura, the closer we got emotionally, the more I realized that if I was going to entertain the idea of added relationships, they had to be as good as me and Bakura were together. Mere friends with benefits weren't for me. And, though I'd had a few one-night-stands scattered over the years, I never really cared that much for them. I liked this. This, right here, right now. Laying in bed with Bakura. Him giggling against my skin- even if he was laughing at our mutual sexual frustration. At least I could talk to him about things like that, laugh with him about it.

Could I do that with them?

Maybe. I think. But I was still nervous about just throwing myself into something knew. Like the second I said, let's do this, I'd regret it, but I'd be chin deep in wet cement by then. Unable to move, and feeling buried was the thing I hated most in the world.

I turned on my side, gazing into Bakura's eyes. "Do you think I should just ask Ryou out on a date?"

"Marik-"

"I know. I know. You're biased toward this question."

"Do you think you should ask Ryou out on a date? Do you want to date him?"

I really hated how serious Bakura was looking at me in that moment. I'd feel so much better about everything if he was spouting off lame-ass puns and sex jokes. Seeing him be reasonable about something, though, it made the situation seem so grave. Like I was bound to fuck up no matter what I did. I raked my fingers through my own hair.

"I mean… that was the body that hooked me when we first met, but it was your personality that reeled me in. All obvious jokes about you having a good personality aside... it makes this… so fucking confusing. I think, maybe if Ryou and I could hang out alone? To try and see how I feel when it's just him? It would help a lot with the struggle that's been going on inside my brain these last couple of weeks."

"What about Kek?"

"If Kek's there, it'll be them, and not Ryou. Kek's… easier. I don't know how to explain it. Our scars match, and that's… that's something."

"Yeah. I understand." Bakura traced five points on his chest, as if he thought there should be scars there.

"I think I could love Kek," I whispered to the ceiling.

I wasn't sure two weeks was enough to say something like that. Didn't seem like it. But no matter how slowly I was trying to go through this, my brain just didn't want to cooperate. And maybe there wasn't a slow enough option. The more I thought about this, the more I realized one could spend their entire lives learning how to be in love- Bakura taught me that every day we spent together.

Fuck. Mortals died so soon and had to do things too fast. I should have killed Atem and made myself a god when I had the chance in Battle City. The gods were just going to bring him back anyway, at least Kek and I could have grabbed the god cards and lived like kings. Not that it would have worked that way, but it was fun to day dream like it could have been that easy. I laughed a little at myself for being ridiculous.

"What?" Bakura asked.

"I was thinking that I should have killed the Pharaoh in Battle City instead of forfeiting my game."

"Gods, Marik. Please talk some more of that dirty shit in bed. You really know what to say to get me off."

Bakura moaned so earnestly, that I almost thought he was serious, but then we both burst into loud, snorting laughter. Bakura grabbed my hand and kissed each of my knuckles.

"How about this. How about Kek and I go out with his friends. I think there's a bout on TV in about two weeks, so they'll all want to go to a bar and watch it. That way, you and Ryou can talk for a night. Don't call it a date, just spend some time alone with him."

"Yeah, yeah, that sounds good. Then there won't be any pressure to make a decision afterward if I need to think about it for a night or two."

"And the fight's not for another two weeks, which gives you some more time to think in general."

"Thanks Bakura." I dragged my fingers down his cheek. "You're pretty sexy when you're coming up with great plans."

"Am I?" Bakura lidded his eyes, knowing exactly how he was looking at me and what that look did to me. "How about, while we wait to enact my plan, I work on making your dreams come true?" He rolled over so that he was hovering over me. Bending low, he kissed down my sternum and stomach, raising up for a moment to add. "Uh, I mean, at least partly true."

I ignored the last part because I wasn't worried about it. I sucked in a shallow breath, my eyes rolling back into my head as I arched high. Bakura returned to kissing my skin and I arched up again for him.

"Bakura, Bakura yes. Bakura please. Gods, Bakura. Bakura don't stop."

"That's what I like to hear- my name mixed with begging." Bakura chuckled as he grabbed my cock and blew on the tip.

I grunted, and squirmed, and held my breath as I waited for that first phenomenal shock of his tongue against my burning skin, but Bakura kept blowing, enjoying his teasing too much to give into me. Normally I could play this game, and play it much better than Bakura, but I was not in the mood that morning. I tossed my head back, arching yet again.

"Bakura! Bakura, please!"

Without another word, Bakura dropped his mouth down on my cock. A shrill vowel of sound poured from between my lips, following by a low, rusty moan. I hitched up my hips with a slow, consistent rhythm. My fingers tangled into his already-messy hair.

"Gods Bakura, yes. Gods Bakura, yes. Yes!"

He managed to break free despite the grip I had on this head. I whined, shameless in my desperation because I wanted it, and if he didn't give it to me I felt like I was going to split in half. Bakura pushed my legs further apart and slipped a pillow below my hips. I followed along because I wanted his mouth back on my cock. I wasn't expecting the warm, tingling thrill of his tongue against my asshole instead.

"Oh fuck!" I shrieked, gasping afterward. "Holy shit, Bakura! Fuck!"

Every flick of Bakura's tongue made me call out, quick like gunfire. My cock wept precum as it twitched in the air, waiting for Bakura's mouth again. He waited a few minutes before he nibbled up my thigh and licked the precum away from my tip. Bakura returned back to the blowjob and I was gone. Gone, so fucking gone. Bakura's mouth was warm, his lips, squeezed just right around my cock.

"Gods-" I sang and then came. Bakura sucked, and sucked, and swallowed, dropping down to kiss my thighs as I caught my breath. I sighed, eyes closed. "I don't even think I can move right now."

"How's your back?"

"Lovely." I snorted, a half-smile on my face as I rested my cheek against the pillow with a grin on my face. "Everything is lovely right now. Gods… I feel so damn good right now."

I shivered as Bakura kissed his way back up my body so he could lie beside me. I slit both eyes open and saw his face grinning at me. It reminded me of the look he wore in my dream. I pushed myself up to my knees, wobbly and shaky, but I managed, and rolled Bakura so that he was laying onto his stomach. I kissed along his shoulders, grabbing his ass with my right hand.

"Don't move," I demanded as I crawled toward the nightstand where we kept the lube. On the spur of the moment, I also grabbed a string of anal beads we'd bought the week prior.

When I returned, I grabbed Bakura's ass, and he pushed it higher into the air. Spreading his cheeks apart, I dipped between and started to flick my tongue up and down. I was more than happy to hear the little squeals of pleasure from Bakura's mouth that were as desperate and needy as mine had been. I kept flicking, and swirled my tongue in broad circles.

"Aaaaaaah!" Bakura wailed.

"Mmmm-hmmmm." I moaned right against his asshole.

Bakura hitched back, pushing his ass up to my face as he tried to get more stimulation. I laughed, grabbed the lube, and coated my fingers before slipping two inside him. I eased in and out until he was clenching my fingers with his flesh and then I the anal beads, popping them in one by one. Bakura ah'ed each time I snuck a new bead inside of him.

"Flip over," I ordered, and he spun onto his back. He hooked his arms around his thighs and pulling them wide open to give me room.

I grabbed his cock, licking up and down his shaft and then around the tip. Bakura's ah's drew out long and loud. I squeezed his shaft in my fist, sliding up and down as I stroked him and flicked my tongue along the slit in his cockhead. I could tell he was thoroughly out of his mind by this point so I sealed my lips around him and sucked, and sucked, and sucked, until he was screaming my name. I pulled the beads out right as he came, shocked at how much there was to swallow. Drying my lips, I popped back up and saw Bakura's eyes were shiny, on the verge of tearing up.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Uh-huh," he sighed and nodded his head.

I exhaled in relief, realizing it'd just been that good. I kissed Bakura's sternum, over his heart, and smiled.

"I want to go get coffee."

"The hotel has coffee?" Bakura tilted his head, trying to understand the statement.

I shook my head at him. "No, I want to go get coffee, and then walk to the park." I started laughing. "I want to sit on the grass and feed ducks in a pond."

"Sure." Bakura grinned.

"That easy?" I leaned over and rubbed our noses together. "Shouldn't you be arguing with me at least a little?"

"After the treatment you just gave me? Hell no, I'm not going to argue. We can go to the park, feed the ducks, get you a pony, ride into the sunset together, whatever the fuck you want."

We were laughing again. It was too easy to break into laughter when Bakura was talking.

"I love you," I whispered once I could breathe again after all the laughter.

Bakura's laughter strangled in his throat and his face softened as he looked up at me. I bent down, grabbing his face and kissing him. Then I kinda thought of what we'd been doing moments beforehand, and he must have had the same thought because we broke into another round of chest-heaving, hiccuping laughter.

We were still snickering by the time we made it to the shower to get ready for our coffee/park date.