The flight was short, and the hotel was a quick cab trip from the airport. I smiled to myself as we rode the elevator up to the top floor. I had a surprise waiting for them in our room- they were about to be smothered in flowers- and I hoped they picked up on the symbolism behind me filling the room up with bouquets. Or at least, I hoped they enjoyed the flowers, but both Bakura and Ryou seemed to be cryptic types when it came to expressing things, so I figured they would understand.
"This is the slowest elevator in creation." Bakura kicked at the side panel for something to do.
Really, you'd think it was Kek that would act out, but no- Bakura. I was about to snap at him to act civilly. There were cameras in the elevators and I didn't want a cleaning bill for scuffed paneling. Fortunately, Ryou solved the problem by wrapping his arms around Bakura and pulling him into his chest as a distraction. Honestly, I wasn't sure if I was impressed by the way he defused our argument well before it began, or disappointed. In either case, the elevator doors soon opened and we walked to the very end of the hall. The top floor was divided into five suites, and ours was the largest among them. I swiped the keycard in front of the door. It flashed green and clicked. I made sure the others entered first, following behind them so I could see their reactions to the room.
Kek looked around. He was used to my tastes, so I didn't expect him to be surprised. Bakura whistled. He was also getting used to my tastes, although this was much more grand than the hotel in which we were staying in Domino. Ryou covered his mouth with his hands and gasped. From the doorway, we could see a small entertaining area and kitchenette. There were four covered trays waiting on the counter because I pre-ordered room service from the cab. Beyond the sofa and entertainment center sat the bedroom. I could see several of the bouquets scattered around already, although the bulk of them were supposed to be surrounding the bed.
It was Kek who walked to the first batch of flowers. He ran his fingers across the white petals of a rose first, and then the yellow of a sunflower. There were lilacs and maroon calla lilies in that batch as well. The cluster on the kitchen counter had lavender and gardenias, mixed in with red and yellow dahlias. Each bouquet was like that, a mix of yellow, white, red, and purple. I held my breath, hoping someone would say it out loud, what they represented. Bakura laced his fingers with mine. I knew he got it, but I still wanted to hear them say it.
"They're so beautiful." Ryou sat on the sofa so he could lean forward and suck in their mixed scents. He raised up a hand and played with the lilac blossoms.
"There's more in the bedroom," I said, prompting them.
"Oh, are there?" Bakura grinned beside me.
I nudged him with my elbow. I was… nervous. I couldn't understand why I was so nervous. It wasn't like we weren't already dating, but this was… me trying to make it official, and I was worried that Bakura would notice how clammy my hands were.
"I can't help but notice a certain color scheme in each vase." Ryou looked up, his brown eyes burrowing right into me.
"Is there?" I asked, playing coy because I wanted to hear them say it instead of explaining it to them.
"Am I reading too much into that?" Ryou asked.
He and Kek looked nervous too. Good. I didn't want to be the only one. Bakura grinned as he watched us. Fuck him for being so easygoing when my heart was revolting against my ribcage.
"No, you're not," I answered.
"You look cute when you blush," Bakura whispered.
"Shut up," I whispered back at him.
"What do you think we are?" Kek ran over to us, hoisting me into the air and spinning me in a circle. "A bouquet of flowers or something?"
"I would like it." Ryou stood up. "If we were."
"It's what I was suggesting." I grinned at Kek as he set me down.
He swooped in for a kiss quicker than I could plan for, managing to draw a brief whimper from me. At the same time he pulled Bakura to our side, stooping lower to kiss him as well. He shot a look over his shoulder.
"Dammit, Ryou. Set down that camera and get over here. We're not a full bouquet without you."
"Hold on, hold on." Ryou set up the camera against the vase so it could record without him holding it. He made sure we were in frame before running to join us. "I definitely want to keep a copy of this moment."
Ryou flung his arms around us as far as he could reach. I stood there, buried in our shared heat. The scent from so many bouquets drifted over to us. I felt like I needed to scream, or jump in the air, or stomp my feet, or do something. Something to get all the excess joy out of my system. I felt wired in a way that not even the power of the Rod could emulate. A loud sigh escaped me, and I felt a hot, wet trickle against my cheek. I looked up and saw tears shining against Kek's face.
"Hey." I brushed the back of my hand against his cheek to wipe away the tears.
"I'm just happy." Kek pulled back from the group and rubbed the tears off of his other cheek.
"You're going to make me cry, too." Ryou blinked his eyes, sniffing a little.
"Dumbass." Bakura wrapped his arms around Kek and buried his face in Kek's chest.
I combed my hair out of my face, trying to think of something to say, but I was speechless. Kek leaned forward so he could grab me and pull me back into our group hug. No one had to tell Ryou to join this time. Instead of crying, I started giggling, but it was for the same reason. My laughter spread like flames until all four of us were hysterical in each other's arms. Bakura dropped to his ass on the floor, and the rest of us sank down with him. We sat in a huddle, laughing for a long time, but none of us were in a hurry to stop. When the mirth bubbled away from my chest, at least enough to breathe, I pushed myself to my feet again.
"I ordered something different for everyone. Mine and Bakura's information game came in handy. I didn't have to guess what everyone wanted to eat." I walked over to the silver trays. I grabbed the first one and handed it to Bakura while taking a second over to the coffee table near the sofa.
"How do I look?" Kek snapped one of the sunflowers away and stuck it in his hair.
"Like a Sunflora." Bakura blew him a kiss.
"You look radiant," Ryou corrected as he turned off his phone and grabbed the last two trays.
We each had something different. Bakura's plate was pork loin wrapped in bacon- fucking heathen- with a loaded baked potato on the side. Ryou had sushi with a side plate of chocolate dipped strawberries and another side plate of with half a dozen cream puffs. Kek's plate had grilled salmon with steamed broccoli, green beans, and half a sweet potato.
"Sorry it's not fancier." I shrugged.
"This is perfect. I don't have to stress out about my macros." He grinned up at me.
"He's right, Marik. You did an amazing job. Thank you so much!" Ryou ate the strawberries first.
Bakura tried to agree, but his mouth was full, so he only mumbled something I couldn't catch. I shook my head at Bakura, but I couldn't help but grin. He was too precious. My own dinner was a seitan dish that I wanted to try served with rice and vegetables.
"The hotel room is beautiful," Ryou said as he finished eating.
"When we get back from the beach tomorrow I'll have to show you the gardens. Oh, but look at this." I set my empty plate down and led them into the bedroom.
"Whoa, Marik, that's a lot of flowers." Bakura looked around the different sized vases and flower arrangements.
"I got excited when I ordered them." I waved Bakura's statement away. That wasn't what I was trying to show them.
To our right, hidden by a support wall, were half a dozen quartz steps leading up to a dais. More flowers and tall pillar candles surrounded the border of the dais.
"Is that a hot tub?" Ryou asked.
"Yes." I grinned. "And don't worry, Kek and I made sure we packed swim trunks for everyone."
"Swim trunks are for the beach." Bakura marched forward, stripping himself bare. "What's the point of having a private hot tub if you don't use it for skinny dipping?"
"I like how Bakura thinks." Kek ripped his shirt up over his head.
"Well, I suppose it will be easier to dress for the beach tomorrow if our shorts aren't wet from being used tonight." Ryou glanced at me to get my opinion.
He had a good point. Even if we hung our shorts up in the bathroom, they wouldn't dry by morning. The hotel had laundry service, but it was already late and I didn't feel like calling anyone to pick up a bag of wet clothes. Perhaps more importantly, Bakura and Kek's naked bodies were making their own compelling arguments for skinny dipping as they bent down and figured out how to turn on the jets. I couldn't bring myself to argue against the evidence they were presenting, and instead decided to pull off my own shirt.
"Fuck it." I unzipped my pants.
"Hurry up." Bakura stepped into the foaming water as Ryou and I raced to take off our clothes.
Ryou twisted his hair into a knot before sitting next to Kek. Bakura and I took the other side. I tilted my head up and moaned. The hot water and the pressure of the jets relaxed all the muscles in my back.
"Here are some matches." Ryou stood back up and grabbed the box of long stemmed matches so he could light the candles surrounding us.
Bakura pinched his ass as he passed. Ryou giggled, and pretended to slap Bakura's hand away, but decided to light the candle near Bakura's head by straddling Bakura's lap and leaning over his shoulder. Bakura grabbed Ryou's face and kissed him as the match burned out. I bit my lower lip as I watched, glad to have the jets going to hide my growing erection under a layer of bubbling water.
Not that it was a big deal. The entire point of the bouquets was to let them know that, but I was still nervous. An excited, anticipatory form of nervous. I was looking forward to it so much that I didn't think I could go through with it. Except watching my two Bakuras making out in a hot tub made me want to stop procrastinating and get things going.
"Bakura! I'm trying to light the candles." Ryou laughed as he lit another match and finished the circle.
"You were lighting mine just fine."
"Lines like that are why you still can't seduce Rory." Kek clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
"What? That didn't ignite your interest?"
"Kek, don't let him get started. Shut him up now before he thinks of another one."
"Shut him up you say." Kek glided through the water and sat between us.
"No, I don't want kisses. I want puns." Bakura swam out of Kek's grasp.
They chased each other. I pulled my legs back, so my feet wouldn't get stepped on. After a few rotations around the hot tub, Kek grabbed Bakura and lifted him out of the water. Drops flashed off of Bakura's body in the candlelight.
"Now that I've caught your attention. I suppose it's time for your pun-ishment."
"Oh gods. Okay. Please kiss me now."
Kek lowered Bakura down enough to capture his lips before setting him down into the water again. I couldn't help but giggle at how much higher the water came up on Bakura compared to Kek. I tapped the tip of my chin with my pointer finger.
"You know, I think everyone's kissed Bakura except me."
"You can have him. I'm done with him." Kek picked Bakura up again and set him down in my lap.
He flipped Kek off, probably because of how easily Kek was able to handle him, but I stole his attention when I grabbed his face and turned it toward me. When we finally broke for air, I noticed Kek and Ryou huddled together talking in soft voices.
"What are you two conspiring over there?" Bakura asked.
"I was telling Kek about some of the games Yugi liked to play at parties."
"Like Duel Monsters?" I asked.
Ryou and Kek started giggling.
"What?"
"Like seven minutes in heaven," Ryou said.
I only vaguely knew what that was because of television. I smirked as I got an idea. "Have you noticed the bathroom?"
"Not really?" Ryou glanced over to the wall.
"Not that side. It's a regular wall," I explained. "But if you walk over to the head of the bed, you'll notice that the wall in front of the shower cubicle is clear glass."
"Nice." Bakura tried to lean back to get a glimpse, but couldn't see from the hot tub. "So are we going to play Seven Minutes in Heaven in a see-through shower?"
"I think we should play that one tomorrow." Ryou had a look that could almost be devious. At least, if Bakura still controlled his body it could be. On Ryou alone it looked demure instead. "Tonight we can play, well Jonouchi used to call it 'Playing Chicken,' but I always hated that name because it sounded like we were going to kiss chickens."
"We could rebrand it 'Playing Cock,' that sounds much more appealing." Bakura wagged his eyebrows at Ryou.
"Whoever faces Bakura needs to bind his hands- he cheats." Ryou smiled, and yes, it was definitely demure. "The rules are simple. Two of us will kiss, and the first person to break away loses. They have to go to the end of the line and then the next person tries. Kek and I will start, and to keep it simple, Bakura is the first challenger because he's closer. Sound good?"
"Sounds a hell of a lot better than Duel Monsters." Bakura snorted.
I winked, leaning against the jets again to make myself comfortable while I watched the show. Ryou grabbed Kek by the hair and pulled them together. His fingers tugged while they kissed and Kek whimpered against Ryou's mouth. Their breaths came out in quick puffs through their nostrils, and I could tell that Kek was struggling not to open his mouth and cry out. He was able to hold out until Ryou raked his nails down Kek's cheek. With a savage growl, Kek climbed into Ryou's lap and started sucking against Ryou's throat. I bit the knuckle of my pointer finger, resisting the urge to mimic the scene with Bakura, who was the only one in reach.
"Kek…" Ryou gasped. "Kek, you lost."
"What?" Kek asked between bites along Ryou's neck.
"You broke the kiss. It's Bakura's turn."
"What? No, but… ah fuck." Kek pushed himself back and swam over to me.
He nestled right up beside me. Our thighs brushed together and the light touch sent sparks racing up my nerves, but he didn't reach out to touch me. No, this was a game, and each one of us wanted to see if we could win, so we kept our gazes trained on Bakura and Ryou instead of groping for each other. Bakura laced his fingers with Ryou's. Ryou dove in for a rough kiss, still worked up from Kek, but Bakura pulled back.
"This isn't a race." Bakura brushed their noses together.
Ryou whined, wanting Bakura to hurry, but Bakura had his eyes closed and his face relaxed. I didn't even think he was focusing on kissing, simply brushing his nose across Ryou's face. I watched a few videos, so I already had somewhat of an idea of what to expect from all of them as lovers, but this kissing game was an invaluable insight to how each of them worked. Kek loved his hair being pulled, and Ryou loved instigating Kek until he couldn't control himself and forgot to be gentle. It was easy to imagine how Kek had earned the extra scars on his back from Ryou's nails.
Bakura was the opposite. He acted like a playboy, but he was all talk. What Bakura truly coveted was the most gentle of touches. I already knew his favorite position was sex while spooning, and even the kisses he was starting to work against Ryou's mouth were tender, quiet, deliberate things. Bakura kissed like he planned, subtle and meticulous, each one was intentional, but if Ryou surprised him he was able to adapt and bring their lips back to a graceful dance. It was arousing to watch, but beyond that- it was fascinating- being able to watch Bakura from the outside and appreciate it, enjoy it even, almost as much as if I were kissing him myself.
Ryou's face was bright pink from the heat of the water and the heat of the moment. He squirmed to break his hands free, but Bakura was following Ryou's advice. He was binding Bakura's hands because Bakura was prone to cheat. Ryou was never specific on which Bakura liked to cheat, and with their hands held, Ryou couldn't touch Bakura and drive him onward with lust like he had Kek. Ryou's whimpers were desperate as Bakura swirled his tongue into Ryou's mouth. He pulled back enough to suck on Ryou's bottom lip without breaking their contact, and Ryou gasped.
"Bakura," Ryou moaned, and the syllables were enough to part them completely, making Ryou lose the match. Ryou blinked, realized what he'd done, and snapped his fingers. "Fuck."
I laughed. I think it was the first time I had ever heard Ryou say fuck- except in a few of the videos Bakura had shown me. He swam over to Kek and rested his head on Kek's shoulder as Kek giggled, clearly happy that Bakura had dethroned Ryou from his victory seat.
But now it was time for the real king to enter the arena, and I had never lost to Bakura in a battle of edging. This was going to be cake.
I glided through to water toward Bakura, resting my hands on his shoulders. Bakura cupped his hands against the small of my back, giving me the same nuzzling treatment he'd given Ryou, but I was prepared for it. I knew he was going to play a slow game, and I was ready to savor each brush of lips, giving as good as I got.
But what I didn't account for was how relaxed the hot water would have my back, and how worked up I really was from watching the others kiss. It was easy enough for the first minute, but each brush of lips, each drag of Bakura's fingers down my scars, had me going out of my mind. I pinched Bakura's nipples, twisting and tugging and flicking them. Bakura grunted. I felt hot puffs of air against my face as we both panted through our noses, but neither of us broke our kiss.
The need for air consumed me, but at the same time, I didn't want to stop. Bakura's lips were soft and supple against my own. His body writhed beneath my touch. I wanted to be inside him so much that it made my balls hurt. Perhaps that was why I reached between his legs and started fondling his. Bakura pushed an mmmmmmmm into my lips, but didn't break our kiss. His fingers kneaded into my back as he hitched against my hand.
And that was my own undoing, getting Bakura worked up enough to knead my back like he was dying to touch me. I couldn't help but arch and call out. The game be damned- I needed to gasp for breath as he continued to knead my back. Defeated, I dropped lower into the water, leaning against the side of the hot tub so I could catch my breath.
"He knew your only weakness, Marik." Kek laughed, crawling over me to reach Bakura. He licked his lips. "Round Two."
"Bring it." Bakura shoved Kek back while he was still half on top of me.
It was tempting to reach up and brush Kek's scars, but I didn't want to give Bakura an advantage when he'd already won twice in a row, so I slipped out from beneath them and sat next to Ryou.
"Who do you think will win?" I whispered.
Ryou studied both of them for a moment as they swirled their tongues together. "Bakura. Kek's already too eager."
I nodded, agreeing. Kek was in Bakura's lap and bucking against him. Bakura tugged at Kek's hair. The sunflower toppled into the water and bobbed on top of the foamy bubbles. Kek growled and grabbed Bakura's face. He kissed him, kissed him, and kissed him again, pulling apart each time before diving back in. Bakura laughed. Both of their faces were a little rosey despite their complexion.
"I don't care. It was worth losing to kiss you how I wanted to." Kek licked his way back into Bakura's mouth for a moment before diving below the surface of the water and appearing back on our side.
"Are we a little worked up?" I smirked at him.
"I'm in too good of a mood to play this stupid game. Come here." Kek grabbed me and pushed his tongue into my mouth.
We kissed, leaning over Ryou's lap. I figured it was good practice, and tried to go as long as I could without breathing, but after a quick, hot flash of time we were both pulling away to suck in ragged breaths.
"They should get a penalty game for that." Bakura leaned against a jet, looking smug.
"Like what?" Ryou asked.
"I don't know. I'll think of something later."
"I don't think Penalty Games get rain checks." Ryou laughed, walking over to Bakura and sitting side-saddle in his lap.
"Ready to lose again?" Bakura brushed a wet strip of hair away from Ryou's face.
"I'm so happy, I don't really care who wins or loses anymore." Ryou pulled Bakura's face down into a sweet kiss.
I glanced at Kek, a little relieved to see the same dazed, aroused look in his eyes that I knew I had. The light from the hot tub and the dozen candles lit up their hair as they kissed and the colors that played against the white strands were breathtaking. Both Ryou and Bakura brushed their fingers along little hidden paths on top of their skin. My chest hurt. I exhaled and inhaled again, reminding myself to breathe while I could because I was next in line.
Ryou wrapped his arms around Bakura's neck as they kneaded their lips together. Ryou must have brushed against Bakura's cock because Bakura tossed back his head and gasped, trembling as if he were on the verge of orgasm. He probably was. I know a few good strokes would be all it would take to get me off at the moment, and the way both Ryou and Bakura panted in each other's arms I figured they were as far gone as me.
"I busted your winning streak." Ryou smiled.
Bakura kissed the tip of Ryou's nose, and laughed as Ryou rubbed his nose as if Bakura's lips had tickled. Then it was my turn again, and I realized I was ready for the game to end. I pushed myself through the water. I knew Ryou liked things a little rough, and I was suddenly in a mood to indulge him. I lifted Ryou up and sat him down between two candles, then I shoved him back and pinned his arms above his head.
"Marik," Ryou gasped before we began. His eyes were wide, dark, gorgeous.
Yes, I've stared at those eyes before, and that mouth, and I've wanted to kiss it, as far back as that first time when I thought of it as Bakura's mouth. Ryou's feet stayed in the water, but the rest of him was lying against the quartz platform. I crawled out of the hottub, pressing my weight down against his cock.
"Oh Marik," Ryou moaned.
It was so sweet, his moan, his blushing face, his dilated eyes. Everything about him was so sweet, a thick slab of halva begging to be devoured. I hitched against him again, claiming his mouth for my own pleasure. He melted against me, dissolved like sugar in hot, black tea. I was half aware that I was cheating, that it was a kissing game and not a grinding game, but I was overcome with instinct and allowed my body to do what it wanted do, and Ryou rewarded me with upward hitches of his hips.
Bakura and Kek were cheering us on, shouting out directions and commenting on how good we looked. I drank that in as well; my face burned as I saw them out of the corner of my vision creeping close. My hips started working faster. It was harder to keep our lips together, but I managed. I wasn't sure how much longer I could last before the bucking became more important than keeping contact with our lips, but then Ryou turned his head.
"I forfeit." His chest heaved as he caught his breath.
"Ryou! Are you nuts?" Bakura shouted from beside us.
"What?" I was breathing hard, but dammit I hadn't wanted to stop. "Are you okay?"
"I was about to… uh, I was going to…" Ryou squirmed beneath me, a mix of lust and shyness.
"Didn't you want to?" I asked, easing up most of the pressure on out cocks. Water dripped from the tips of my hair onto Ryou's chest.
"Yes," Ryou gasped. Looking at me had somehow managing to coax a bit more blush onto his already burning cheeks. "Very much so. But I, I was trying to go a little slower than normal. You were so confused a few months ago, and I'm very happy now, but I don't want you to look back at this in a few weeks and wonder if we rushed things." Ryou shrugged. "That's why I suggested a kissing game. Something that would let us ease into things, you know?"
"Ryou, you're so thoughtful." I ghosted our lips together.
Although I was calm on the outside, inside I was screaming Idiot! Now I want to sleep with you even more!
And it was true. Feeding animals with Kek, and watching Bakura kiss them, and Ryou worrying about my feelings even when I was out of my mind with raw desire… it made me want to drag them all to the mattress only a few feet away.
But I knew Ryou was right. Kissing was good. Exploring was good. I wasn't leaving them (ever). We had plenty of time to see how many positions the four of us could get into. Kissing was nice-
No, who am I kidding? I really wanted to fucking come right then and there. Patience is for suckers.
"I have an idea." Bakura got out of the water and turned off the jet. He grabbed a towel from a nearby stand and wrapped it around his waist. "Let's get Marik's money's worth out of that fancy shower. We'll go in order of wins, so me, Ryou, Marik, then Kek."
"I don't know what you have in mind, but we should go in reverse order." Kek ran a towel over his hair.
"Haha! No, fuck you. I won, I'm going first."
"What are we doing?" I asked.
"Oh, you'll see what I'm talking about." Bakura went into the bathroom. I could hear the door locking behind him.
Curious, we all wrapped ourselves in towels and pulled up chairs to the clear glass where Bakura was starting a shower. He soaped up and rinsed himself off quickly. It was sexy, but I didn't see the point- until he winked at us, blew us a kiss, grabbed his cock, and started stroking himself.
"Ah, teasing bitch," Kek swore under his breath. "I'm going last. This is going to be torture."
"This is some gorgeous torture." I smirked. Fuck, going third was going to suck, but at least I'd have two great shows before I could finally get rid of the built up tension.
Bakura dropped to his knees, his palm against the glass. He was already getting close, too turned on from before to last long. I knelt on the other side of the window, pressing my palm so that it lined up with his. Bakura looked up at me, his eyes unfocused with pleasure. I smiled at him, and mouthed I love you at him through the glass. He grinned as his eyes fluttered shut, face twisting into a knot as he came.
The shower took care of the clean up and Bakura leaned against the glass and recovered. Water dripped down his hair and spots trickled against the glass. With a sudden burst of energy, Bakura kissed the pane between us and then jumped up. He turned off the water, and appeared a moment later in a fresh towel.
"Teasing bitch," Kek repeated.
"Sounds like someone is upset about having to go last." Bakura smirked.
"I don't have to go last if you come over here and take care of me while I watch Ryou's shower."
"Sorry, I already came, and didn't I say you two deserved a penalty game for taking a round together out of turn? Well… Penalty Game."
"You'd better stop chatting and start drying your hair or I'm going to make you sleep on the sofa while I cuddle in bed with your boyfriends."
"I hate wet pillows." Ryou pulled down the knot in his hair that had grown sloppy during our game. He twisted it into a bun. It was a shame that his hair wouldn't be cascading down his body as we watched him pleasure himself next, but I couldn't blame him for being practical.
"Our boyfriends," Bakura corrected what I'd said before.
"You're right." I smiled as it sunk in that he was right. "Our boyfriends."