Watching them torment Ryou through the glass was driving me crazy. I gave them five minutes- not seven- before sneaking into the bathroom. None of them noticed that I'd shortened their time. They were too busy soothing ice over Ryou's skin. Ryou even agreed to speed things along in exchange for a few bonus minutes, so I worked a bit of ice against his pale skin. Kek and Bakura were hogging his shoulders, so I dragged my ice cube down the center of his body and curved it over to his thighs.

"M-Marik!" Ryou bucked, almost spilling out of the shower stool.

I glided the ice to where his legs and body met, and teased oh-so-close to his cock. Ryou's toes curled against the tiled floor and he squealed as we tortured him. With Ryou good and worked up, I decided to target Bakura, dragging the remaining ice down his spine. He grunted, eyes lidding as he pressed his own ice against Ryou's stiffened right nipple. I slid my ice even lower, down to his crack, and then stuffed it up his asshole.

"What the fuck!" Bakura screamed in a mix of surprise, cold, and arousal. "Marik, you bastard!"

I ignored the insult, grazing my nails up his thighs and caressing his stomach and pelvis. He squirmed, the ice melting inside of him, and I grabbed his hips and yanked him against my chest. Ryou leaned over, curving his hand behind Bakura's head and drawing their mouths just out of reach of each other.

"Bakura- kiss me."

"That would disqualify me." Bakura huffed.

Kek still dabbed Ryou's hot skin with ice-cold fingers, but Ryou and I blew against Bakura's neck, and brushed our noses along his skin.

"I know," Ryou whispered in his ear and tugged his hair. "Which means Kek wins."

"Which means we can get started." I nipped his neck. It was cheating since I'd used my mouth, but I was already out of the game, so I didn't see why I should play by the rules. I also squeezed his ass.

"And you still get to go second since Marik and I already dropped out," Ryou added, hoving his lips over Bakura's. "Kiss me."

"Fuck." Bakura held Ryou's jaw and slipped his tongue into Ryou's mouth.

With my left have kneading against Bakura's ass, I reached out with my right hand and brushed my fingers up Ryou's shaft. He squeaked, breaking the kiss. With a dark, gleaming look in his brown eyes, Ryou lunged for me. He wrapped both arms around my neck and brought our lips a few millimeters apart from each other.

"Marik, can I kiss you?"

Something about the intentional way he sent a jolt through my belly. I couldn't even answer, nodding like a fool and half closing my eyes as Ryou plucked a deliberate kiss from my bottom lip. Hands roamed over my thighs and the small of my back. I couldn't even tell who was touching wear anymore, it swirled together into one big, beautiful mess. I broke my kiss with Ryou, panting as I slide my hands up and down his ribs.

"Let's get the fuck out of the bathroom."

"Yeah, this shower stall is a little cramped." Bakura laughed. It was a big shower, but four people were still a snug fit.

Kek swung Ryou up into his arms, and Bakura held my hand as we walked to the bed.

"You won," Ryou muttered against Kek's shoulder as he kissed him.

"Don't know how. I almost lost my mind in the shower with Bakura."

"Don't worry, I'll let you lick where ever you want to when it's my turn." Bakura winked. "But first- it's your turn."

"And I know exactly how we should celebrate Kek's victory."

I slammed him face first into the mattress. His braids bounced as he slammed against the blankets and pillows. Crawling on top of his ass, I straddled myself over him and glanced at Bakura.

"Would you bring me my oils, Bakura? I owe Kek a back rub."