Sure we said it as a joke.
But I know how we joke.
And that's why I bought it. Just in case it was something I never knew I wanted, or something Marik never knew he wanted. Either or, best way to find out was give it a try, right?
It was some scraps of red lace held together by ribbon. I paired it with my boots and laid knees up and spread-legged on the bed of our hotel room, waiting for Marik. But I wasn't good at waiting, and I got bored, so I ended up thumbing through some of Ryou's video collection on my phone. I started with relatively harmless clips, but then I stumbled on the one where we had Kek tied up with hemp rope and a spreader bar so we could drizzle melted candle wax all over his broad, sexy fucking chest, and I couldn't help myself. It'd been one my personal favorites out of Ryou's NSFW collection (that's why I had a copy on my own phone), and I was only half way through the video when Marik finally returned home.
"Room's booked. The flight is scheduled. I even arranged a sweet little welcome surprise at the hotel room that I think Ryou and Kek will particularly appreciate, so now we just need to-hel-the-fuck-lo."
"You like?" I grinned, thumbing the pause button on my phone.
Marik set some bags down and walked toward the bed. He circled around me, devouring me with his stare. He knelt onto the mattress, rolling his palms on the skin showing between my boots and the teddy.
"I'm a little surprised about how aroused I am seeing you in this."
And I was a little surprised about how aroused I was laying in what was essentially overpriced scraps of cloth. It was the look Marik gave me. I could tell he wanted to tear into me like I was a fancy-wrapped present.
"Mmmm, you're already hard." Marik bent between my legs so he could work his lips against the bulge pushing up the satin of the matching panties that came with the teddy.
I hitched my hips up, pressing against his mouth. I couldn't stand the teasing pressure of his lips against my cock, and I slipped my thumbs under the band of my underwear so I could tug them free, but Marik tapped the phone screen.
"Which one is that?"
"One you haven't seen yet." I flipped the phone around.
He'd seen all the regular videos on my phone, and even more that Ryou had sent, but since that awkward morning when Ryou first kissed him, I'd been hesitant to show him any of the naughtier ones. Even after it became clear that Marik was interested after all, I didn't want to somehow fuck up the fragile stability we were all trying to build with each other.
But now seemed like a good time to re-introduce Marik to Ryou's spicier films, so I hit play and enjoyed the way his eyes rounded a little, and how his lips parted as he watched Kek twist on the bed from the sting of the melted candle wax, and then moan when Ryou and I cooled the red trails the wax left with our tongues.
"No wonder you're so hard." Marik's gaze stayed locked on the screen.
I could tell he was trying to joke, but he was too distracted to put any real sense of humor in the words.
"Ryou's got a great imagination." I grinned.
Marik flicked his stare in my direction for a moment before returning to the phone screen. A smirk teased against his lips.
"So do I. I can't wait to see what sort of ideas we can come up with together."
A jolt shot through me. I couldn't stop imagining Ryou and Marik coming towards me at the same time with the exact same look Marik currently wore. Half a groan escaped me as my imagination ran off like a chariot through the desert. The sound brought Marik's full attention back to me. The video ended and I dropped the phone somewhere beside me as Marik leaned down to kiss my thighs.
"But right now… I have you all to myself. Don't worry. I think I can manage without help for today."
His lips trailed down to the crimson satin stretched across my cock. My eyes rolled up into the back of my head and a full groan slipped past my lips. Malik lapped at my tip through the soft material. He obviously enjoyed the way I squirmed. Bastard. He enjoyed teasing me way too much, and I thought he deserved to be knocked off his edging high horse a little bit- and I knew exactly how to go about it.
"Marik." I pressed my hips up a little. A reflex I couldn't control.
"Hmmmm?" Marik hummed with his lips intentionally pressed against my tip so the vibrations would tingle down my shaft.
I huffed out a quick breath. My hips raised and lowered as my balls screamed for attention. My eyes were shut, and I forced them open so I could look at Marik's cat-like, taunting gaze when I answered him.
"Sit on my face."
"Huh?"
A curious smile lit up his features. He must have expected me to curse at him and demand him to hurry up. Usually that's exactly what I'd do, but that video had me inspired. Marik and Ryou weren't the only ones with filthy fucking imaginations. And at that moment mine was working overtime. I licked my lips, exaggerating the movement.
"Sit on my face. If you're going to tease me for half the day anyway, at least let me eat you out while you do it."
Marik hummed, like he was only half-considering my proposition. He teased his fingers right below the strap of the thong I was wearing. The tingle of it made me grit my teeth to keep from shouting out. Dirty, fucking, no good-
"Well," Marik sang, continuing to drive me crazy with only the most careful of touching.
Damn him!
"That does sound fun, so I suppose I'll indulge you this one time." With a wink, Malik stood up and stripped right in front of my feasting eyes.
Oh gods, he was gorgeous. Oh gods, I could never shake the urge to wrap my arms and legs around him and cling to him long after thirst and hunger demanded I let go. My breath felt too quick and shallow in my chest as Marik eased onto the bed and wiped his leg up over my head so he could hover just above my mouth.
I started by licking up his caramel colored thighs. If that cock-teasing brat was going to torture me for an hour before letting me come, I was going to make damn sure I got my vengeance and give him the same treatment.
But who the fuck was I kidding? The moment his tongue darted beneath the thong to tease my lower belly, I had already lost my own game. It'd been 26 seconds since we began, and I already couldn't wait anymore. I gave up trying to lap at Marik's thighs and rolled my tongue up toward his ass. Using both hands to spread his cheeks apart, I ran my tongue up the length of his entrance, earning a soft grunt for him as a reward. I somehow managed to control the pace of each lick, making each long, deliberate stroke last a good few seconds before pulling away. I made sure there was a few seconds between each so that Marik could anticipate the inevitable next brush of my tongue against his nerves.
He was far too good at playing quiet. The only way I was able to discern his mounting eagerness was the way his fingers curled and uncurled around the string of the crimson thong. Finally, I glided my tongue in a languid circle around the circumference of his asshole, and before I knew it, my panties were shoved down and around the knees of my boots and Marik was looping fast circles around my cockhead, as if he were trying to show me how he wanted to be licked himself. Okay, fair enough. If he was going to get down to business, I didn't mind giving in to his whims- at least in the bedroom.
I sped up the rotations of my tongue, and a loud huff of air washed over my cock as Marik bore down a little lower against my mouth. I was still holding him with both hands, but I adjusted so that my right hand could slip toward Marik's front and roll his balls against my palm.
"Haahhh!" Marik made a surprised, enthused noise as I toyed with his balls and continued to twirl my tongue like a tornado against his asshole.
Marik switched to fluttering his tongue against my tip, so I followed suite. It must have pleased him, because instead of teasing me until I was clawing the mattress apart, Marik decided to drop his head down and swallow me all the way to my base.
"Marik yes!" I screamed before shoving my tongue up inside him and wiggling it for a moment before pulling back of fluttering against his entrance again.
His lips sealed around my cock. The pressure and heat of his mouth had me damn-near vibrating with want. Each slide upward sent a rush of euphoria from my cock to my navel, and each push downward consumed me with heat. The more his lips slid against my shaft, the more I wanted it, and the more I wanted it, the more I plugged my tongue in and out of Marik's body and licked in circles around his asshole. Our breathing was harsh against the silence of the room, but hearing the hushed, needy breaths of both of us mixing together heightened the sensation of his mouth cozily wrapped around my aching cock.
Marik's tongue kept dabbing at my cock head as his mouth slid up and down the top of my shaft. I had to concentrate on my own licks, pausing now and then to moan when Marik went deeper and allowed my tip to rub against the top of his throat. Oh fuck, oh gods, of fuck! I wanted him to suck me off forever. I wanted to come down his throat again and again and again. I wanted him to flip me over and plough into my asshole until my voice was hoarse from screaming.
His ass was a mess of spit, dripping wet from the constant flicks and circles of my tongue. But I had no intention of stopping, no matter how many times I had to pause to moan. I poked my tongue inside him again, pushing in and out, matching my rhythm to the bobbing of his own head, relishing in the knowledge that we were fucking each other both at once. Marik tossed his head back to moan, circling his hips against my licks.
"Oh Bakura. Oh Bakura!"
Fuck yes, I loved when he shouted my name. How could you not utterly lose your shit when someone like Marik Ishtar chose to scream your name in a fit of passion?
"Mmmm, Marik." I purred in response to him.
I used some of the wetness between his legs to coat the palm of my hand before stroking up and down Marik's hard cock. His dick slid easily against my spit-lubed palm, and he was full on rolling his hips down to my mouth. He plunged his mouth down over my cock again, sucking hard, then relaxing his throat so he could take my full length, and fuck, fuck, oh fuck was it good.
I couldn't concentrate anymore. I wanted to come so badly that I was delirious. I fluttered my tongue against his skin. I couldn't think enough to do anything else, just hold that one movement while Marik continued to swallow me whole. Oh gods, oh gods, oh sweet, fucking, wonderful- Marik! I wanted to sing his praises, but I kept fluttering my tongue, not wanting to stop pleasuring him. But after a few more minutes of deep, hard sucking, I couldn't- I couldn't anymore. I had to scream.
"Oh fuck, Marik! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I'm coming!"
And I was, right into his mouth, the exact same as my fantasies from a moment ago. The pleasure rang out, vibrating in my every single nerve. My breath stopped, my thoughts stopped, time probably stopped, there was only the yes-fuck-yes of orgasm shivering and shivering until I was a done, useless weight against the mattress.
Useless as I was, I could tell Malik didn't want me to stop by the way he kept hitching down against my screamin mouth. So I grabbed his balls again, fondling them clumsily and I started circling my tongue again.
"Shit!" Marik swore as he grabbed his cock and stroked himself lightning fast.
I felt all the muscles in his thighs and ass tighten and relax as he bucked into his own clenched fist. Slow and tiny hitches at first, but then Marik was all but riding my face as he flicked his wrist even faster.
"Fuck! Fuck! Bakura! Fuck! Bakura! Oh fuck-"
He hunched forward as he finished himself off with a few last jerks of his hand. I felt warmth showering down onto my belly and sighed with satisfaction as he came all over the red ribbons and lace. Marik froze for a moment to catch his breath, and then eased to my side, looking down to catch my gaze.
I looked back at him. The flush of his face, the way his hair had skewed from leaning down between my legs, the way the sweat flashed like little licks of flame from the lamps all around us, Marik was a joy to exist with. He was a treasure that I could drape over my body in a way that was far better than wearing the gold of dead pharaohs.
"I love you," I whispered into the quiet of the room.
"Bakura." He dropped back down, pushing kisses against my mouth and raking his fingers through my damp hair.
I chuckled, more happy than I wanted to admit. Quick, someone needed to distract the gods. I didn't want them to see in case they decided to ruin the moment somehow. When we broke apart for air, I tugged at the strap of the teddy.
"Help me out of this thing? There's a hundred different hooks and knots. It took me forever to figure out how to get into it in the first place, and I want to shower before we take a nap."
"Okay." Marik laughed as he started untying the ribbon. "But after our nap we have to pack for our trip tomorrow. Remember, don't let Ryou know what's going on. We don't want to give him a chance to make an excuse not to go."
"I know. I know. Don't worry, I have my own plans involving Ryou."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah." I grinned. "He's too nice to quit a job, but I think I know of something that would… motivate him. Something he'd much rather do."
"Hmm, interesting." Marik finished with the knots and began on the little eye hooks running down the sides of the garment. "Tell me all about it while we take a shower together."
"Fair warning. It's nerd stuff," I said as I poked Marik's chest.
"Well, if you bore me too much, I'm sure I can distract myself."
He danced his fingers along my liberated chest. I was satisfied, but that didn't stop me from shuddering at his light touch. I decided I'd give him the longer, more detailed version of what I was going to do. You know, make sure he had plenty of time to get bored. I may not be able to edge worth a good gods damn, but I could monologue like the best of them- especially about RPGs which, as often was the case, made up most of my plan.
The week felt like it'd gone by ⅓ as fast as it should have, but it was finally time for our mini vacation, and I was looking forward to both the trip and my date with Ryou tomorrow.