Bakura was right, I wanted to lick him so badly. His rosy little asshole was right there fucking begging for my tongue. My mouth watered at the thought, thinking how how warm and delicate his flesh would be against my lips.
But I refused to give in, and I had Bakura moaning like a bitch by the time Ryou knocked on the glass. I set Bakura down and exited the bathroom with a grin on my face. Ryou fumbled for the dice before I could even reach the table. I could tell that he was needy as well. I was crossing my fingers that we'd team up next round because I wanted to play with the ice cubes. The way he'd squirmed beneath Marik had been a sight to behold, and I wanted a closer view.
I rolled the highest number (a four), and Marik rolled the lowest number (a two), but Ryou and Bakura both rolled threes, so I wasn't sure how we'd split that.
"Re-roll?" Ryou asked.
"I have a better idea," Marik said. "Since I rolled the lowest, I lost, so I'm giving in."
"After only two rounds?" Bakura frowned. "Come on, Marik. I know you can last longer than that. I just got my ass hole blowed on for five minutes and even I have a few more rounds left in me."
"I promise to be more patient next time we play, but I'm not in a gaming mood tonight." He caught each of our gazes in turn. "I want your hands on me- all of them and all at once."
Bakura stepped forward, too used to doing whatever Marik told him to do. I grabbed him by the hair and jerked him back a step. "Even if you opt out, that doesn't help decide who faces me in the next round, so Bakura and Ryou still need to re-roll."
"Or we can do a sudden elimination round. All three of us at once to see if we can make someone drop out by the end of the seven minutes," Ryou suggested.
It sounded like a plan. I think at this point all of us were in a rush to get things going. There was an excited tension in the air, like a bow string on the verge of snapping. And I knew exactly how to get Ryou to drop out of the game.
"Bakura, get another cup of ice and meet me in the shower." I held Ryou's hand and led him into the shower.
"Ready to be tortured?" I asked, chuckling against his next and teasing him with the tip of my nose since I wasn't allowed to kiss him.
"Yes," he said without hesitation, arching against my chest.
I moved the stool closer to the window so Marik would have a good view and knelt in front of it. Ryou sat down and I took the first glass that Marik had used and dipped my fingers into the chilly water. Pulling them out, I allowed a few drops to fall on Ryou's shoulders and roll down his skin.
"That's nice." Ryou sighed, his eyes fluttered shut.
Next I brushed my cold fingers over his shoulders and collarbone. Ryou leaned into my touch, his face wrinkled in concentration. I didn't hear Bakura enter the bathroom, but a moment later, he was kneeling beside me and tracing Ryou's lips with an ice cube. I pressed my fingers against Ryou's cheeks, and the tip of his nose, before grabbing a sliver of near-melted ice and laying it on top of his shoulder to melt.
"Don't stop," Ryou begged.
Gooseflesh broke out over his arms, but we didn't stop. Bakura and I rubbed a larger chunk of ice against each one of Ryou's nipples. After they turned red from cold, I smoothed the chilled glass over his cheeks and then dribbled more water down his neck and shoulders. Ryou whimpered, soft, pleading sounds. I forgot we were playing a game, and there were rules to it. In that moment I only wanted one thing- to make Ryou writhe in pleasure beneath my ice-chilled fingers.
And he did. He squirmed beneath out fingers. I reached up and pulled his hair free. White cascaded down his shoulders. I brushed it to the side. Ryou's eyes were so dark… so dark… they reminded me of everything I ever loved about the darkness. I leaned forward, about to kiss him before remembering I couldn't. Instead I dragged my fingers through his hair and sighed near his ear.
The door opened and I saw Marik walking in from the corner of my eye.
"Is our time up?" Bakura asked.
"I'm afraid so."
"Please… don't…stop." Ryou breathed out the words, sinking his nails into the wrist of my left hand to keep me in place. My ice was all melted, so I stole a cube from Bakura's cup to dance across his rosy skin.
"Sorry, Ryou. Maybe you'll get another turn next round." Marik purred from right above me.
"Don't stop," Ryou begged again. "I'll capitulate, but I want five more minutes. My skin finally stopped burning."
"Well…" Malik settled in between Bakura and myself, stealing a cube from Bakura's cup and licking it before running it down the front of Ryou's neck.