Everyone on tumblr voted for daily updates, so we'll do Kek's section today, Bakura's tomorrow, et cetra...

malaaki = angel (you probably could have inferred that with context clues, but here's a little note anyway)

Note: still no italics b/c ff net is a pain in my ass. My best rec is to just find this on ao3 where it's properly formatted.

I crashed face first against the bed, but the mattress was so soft that- for all Marik's rough play- I couldn't help but sigh and relax the moment my chest hit the sheets. Marik crawled on top of me, fisting my hair to keep me in place- not that I had any desire to move. Their hands grabbed and kneaded my muscles, sore from working out in the sand. I hissed as Bakura drizzled cold oil over my back, arms, and legs, but it was a nice shock to my warm skin.

The scent of lavender drifted to my nose, and I held it deep inside my lungs as I breathed. Marik worked my middle back while Bakura knelt in front of me and massaged my shoulders. Because I couldn't see Ryou, I knew it was his slender hands pushing oh so delicately into my calves. God yes the calves. The sand had never stopped shifting under my weight, great for resistance but hell on my calf muscles.

With so many hands circling over my body, it was hard to focus on any one pleasure. Instead, I allowed myself to be swept away in the tide of their caresses. A whimper escaped me. The sort of noise that would have- once upon a time- made me self-conscious, but not anymore, there was no shame in cooing like a dove as their fingers glided along my oil-slick skin.

Oh fuck yes, Ryou had reached my feet. He pushed hard into the pads and my heals. It was fucking bliss. Because Marik and my scars were the same, he knew exactly where they pinched, where he should secretly scratch, even where he needed to push harder because the nerve damage made it difficult to feel in a few areas. Every glide of his palms and fingers was pure fucking magic. Then there was Bakura. That dirty fucking whore, I loved him so much. He wasn't even massaging anymore, he was yanking and tugging at my hair while growling compliments into my ear. My fingers curled into the sheets. I knew I was supposed to lay back and let them spoil me, but if Bakura didn't stop tugging my hair soon, I was going to shove him against the headboard and finish that rim job I wasn't able to actually do in the shower.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Ryou's fingers slid up my inner thighs and massaged my balls. They were joking with each other: should we tease him some more? Maybe we could get more ice? Too bad he's on his stomach- we can't reach his cock. Like I cared that they were teasing me. I've never been one to turn down a little torture, and this was some heavenly, erotic fucking torture. Let them do their wors-

"Bakura!" I growled as he gave a hearty yank to my braids.

"Yes, Kek?" He hummed, voice smooth and sweet like honey dripping from the cone. I wanted to fucking wrap my lips around him and suck the sweetness right out of him.

"Soon as I'm up, I'm going to- holy gods!"

Ryou's tongue darted up my crack. Like lashes, he flicked his tongue over and over. I frotted against the bedsheets, moaning openly as he licked deeper. Every hitch against the over-priced sheets sent jolts up my cock and into my stomach. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Marik tried to press me down and keep me in place, but I was too strong, too wild for him, and they finally helped me roll onto my back.

"Doesn't hurt?" Marik asked, more concerned about my back that I had ever been.

"Shut up and kiss me." I pulled him down and sucked on his lips.

My legs spread wide, Ryou rolled his tongue around my balls and Marik took my breath away. I felt rather than saw Bakura moving to my side. Ryou bit my thigh and I broke mine and Marik's kiss as I released an aroused wail. I didn't think it could get any better, but that's when Bakura grabbed my shaft and French kissed the tip.

Marik smashed his lips against mine in time to muffle the shout escaping me. Mariks fingers tangled in my hair and he reined me closer.

"So… this is what you like?" Marik purred in my ear while I squirmed beneath him.

"Yes, malaaki."

"I'm no angel." Marik snorted, tugging harder.

If he wasn't an angel, why was he answering my prayers with each pull? My eyes rolled back as Ryou slipped two lube soaked fingers into my ass. He went straight for my prostate, over and over with his fingertips. The sparks in my groin set my entire body ablaze. Bakura swallowed my cock, and I arched off of the mattress. As he bobbed his head, I popped up my hips. Gods… his mouth… gods... the way he suckled against my cock…

Marik licked the corners of my mouth and pressed kisses up my jaw. His mouth glided over my skin, delicate and smooth, but it was too tender for my mood. I wanted to feel him. I wanted his presence imprinted on my overwhelmed senses.

"Bite, Marik, bite." I was giving orders, but there was no command in my voice, I was begging.

Marik nipped at my throat. I groaned in aroused frustration. "Harder."

With a savage growl, Marik sank his teeth into my neck and oh blessed gods yes. It was exactly what I wanted. Bakura's mouth was warm and wet around my cock. Ryou's fingers were lightning bolts striking my prostate. Marik continued to bite and suck and yank at my hair at the same moment Bakura took me in deeper to his mouth.

Gods… so deep. Gods, I missed Bakura, and now his lips were back on me again and it was too good to endure. My first physical love, my idiot that had helped me stumble into humanity. And Ryou, Ryou, Ryou. My first romantic love. The one I needed most in the world. Then Marik. Marik was a surprise. The love I didn't realize I needed until it was just out of reach of my fingertips, but now he was all teeth and ferocity at my throat, and sweet, sweet gods.

I screamed. I screamed. I- fuckings gods! I couldn't think, only feel their mouths and fingers working, fire and lightning and sharp desert wind. Fucking gods. Fucking gods. I was screaming. I was coming.