"We killed him." I laughed as I saw his eyes close.

"Eh, it's Bakura. He'll come back from the dead in no time. " Kek brushed his lips gently across my shoulders. "How's your sunburn?"

"I'm too turned on to really notice it." I grabbed Kek's hand and wrapped his fingers around my cock. My eyelashes fluttered as he squeezed.

"Wake up, stupid." Marik kisses Bakura's lips. "You're missing out on the fun."

"Not… not sleeping. Resting a second."

"Bakura, please don't make me wait." I cried out as Kek stroked me. I didn't want to come right away, but all that teasing… I was afraid I wouldn't last long.

"I'm up." Bakura muttered, half asleep and he dragged himself to sitting and opened his arms. "Come here."

Kek passed me off. I whimpered at the loss of his hand around me, but didn't mind as much when I found myself in Bakura's lap. He traced his fingers across my lips. They burned with friction from the blow job, but that didn't stop me from dragging them up the pads of Bakura's fingers.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" Bakura held my chin with his thumb and finger, tilted my head to the side so I could see Marik sitting next to us and staring. "Marik notices. Do you see the way he's looking at you?"

I wanted to flush and turn away, but I promised I wouldn't forfeit tonight. I forced myself to return Marik's gaze, and Bakura was right. His eyes were glazed with lust. His lips parted as if he couldn't wait to taste me. Yes, I knew I was gorgeous, we all were. Marik was certainly no exception to that. But still… watching him look at me, like that. Knowing he found me as attractive as I found him… my heart fluttered.

"Marik, may I kiss you?" I whispered a breath away from his lips.

"You don't have to ask anymore."

In the end, it was Marik who flushed and turned away.

Something about Marik acting bashful excited me, stirred a latent mischief that I rarely indulged in. Bakura's a bad influence, I swear. I would never think anything other than the purest thoughts if it hadn't been for wearing the Ring for so long.

"Sorry, Marik." I brushed my fingers through his hair before cupping his cheek and guiding his face back to mine. With my left hand I roamed up his chest and down his stomach, across his thighs, and around his hips to the edges of his scars. "I couldn't possible kiss you without specific… orders… to do so…"

With each pause I ghosted my mouth against his lips, almost, but not quite giving into the kisses even as Marik tilted his face to receive them. I continued to hold his cheeks so he couldn't dip closer and steal what he wanted. I've loved the King of Thieves for too long to fall for such easy tricks. Brushing my lips along his temple, I flashed a quick smile to Kek as he watched me tease Marik, his jaw slack and eyes wide. Moving over to the other temple, Bakura and I exchanged grins. I swerved, the faintest warmth of Marik's lips touched my own because of how close our mouths lingered, but I still didn't give in.

"Ryou… are you getting me back for the ice cubes?" Marik laughed, almost bumping my lips with his own as he chuckled.

"Maybe." I grinned.

"I'm… a little impressed by that. I didn't realize you could hold a grudge."

"Dammit, Marik, just tell him to kiss you already." Bakura growled, his nails dug into my hips as he held onto me.

"Aren't you enjoying the suspense?" Marik smirked.

"I enjoy instant gratification." He tugged at my hair. "Hey Ryou, will you kiss me if I ask?"

"If you ask nicely."

He smirked. A specific smirk that told me he was about to do something out of character if only to rile up Marik. With his best impression of demure, Bakura batted his eyelashes.

"Ryou… please kiss me."

An enormous smile stretched my sunburnt cheeks as Bakura both used my name and said please. I knew he was only doing it to tease Marik, but I couldn't resist melting against his lips and drawing a long, sultry moan from his throat as I kissed him.

"Hey Ryou," Kek's lips brushed against my shoulders. "May I also be kissed, please?"

I giggled at his formality. Bakura held the back of my head to keep me all to himself, but I unwound his fingers from my hair and darted over to Kek's mouth, slipping my tongue between his lips and tensing up when he teased the tip of his finger around the head of my cock.

Malik stole me from Kek's arms. He dipped me, brushing our noses together. He was so stubborn. Watching the other two ask to be kissed probably convinced Marik not to ask, and I was too turned on to wait it out.

"Marik? Will you kiss me?" I asked him.

His eyes dilated as he guided me the rest of the way down onto the mattress. Our cocks rubbed together as our lips met. My nails curled into his back before I remembered that he was more gentle with his scars than Kek. I slid my palms down and held his hips, encouraging him to frot against me. Our kisses became sloppy as we bucked into each other's groins.

"Ryou… Ryou," Marik moaned as he broke out kiss.

His weight against my cock sent jolts through my spine. The friction had me wailing in ecstasy. Bakura and Kek were silent as they watched- perhaps they were afraid to jinx the moment, or that I'd stop like I did the night before. But I couldn't. I couldn't stop. Not this time. Marik rubbing against me consumed me, and I allowed myself to lay against the mattress and enjoy every second of it. No longer afraid that I'd do something wrong, or offend Marik. He was sucking above my collarbone, marking me just out of reach of my sunburn as to not hurt my tender shoulders.

"Kek, grab his ankles," Marik ordered, and Kek bent low to pin my feet against the sheets. "Bakura, take his wrists."

Bakura wrenched my hands away from Marik and held them up over my head. I panted, mouth opened wide. I was trapped, their bodies a living bondage set keeping me locked in place. The thrill of it made my heart beat faster. Marik shimmied lower, pressing against Kek as he nestled between my spread legs.

"You asked to be kissed?" Marik smirked.

Realizing what he was about to do, I braced myself for the shock of his tongue against my cock, but that only heightened the sensation of it when it came.

"Oh fuck! Yes, please!"

Marik kissed my tip. First, he only used his lips, and I cried out, but then he added his tongue and I screamed. I struggled against Kek and Bakura, fighting to free my limbs. I wanted to wrap my thighs around Marik's head. I wanted to yank at his hair until Kek was jealous, but the fact that I couldn't because Kek and Bakura were holding me in place was so erotic, that it intensified the pleasure of Marik's every lick and drag of his lips.

"Ryou, I think he needs more instruction." Bakura chuckled, his voice husky.

"Maybe you should ask him to do more than kiss." Kek winked at me.

My cheeks would have set on fire, if they weren't already (literally and figuratively).

"Take me deep-p-per, ple-please." I panted, struggling with each word.

Marik glided his mouth to my base, but froze like a statue, awaiting further instruction. My groin swelled with beautiful, yearning pressure. I just wanted… wanted… right where it was… but more of it. Why was Marik still teasing me? Gods, fine! If He wanted words I'd spew them at him until there were none left!

"Marik! Move, dammit! Move! Marik, please! Please! Suck! Ahhhh! Faster! Deeper! You wretched bastard if you don't make me come right, right now, I'll- ahhh! Kill your character in Monster World! Oh! Oh, Marik! Please! Please! All the way down! Please! Don't… stop. I'll do anything you want during your turn! JUST PLEASE DON'T STOP!"

Bakura brayed with laughter above me. I don't know why. He's a bit of an idiot. I grit my teeth because I was sooo close that it felt like I was being tortured. As I climbed higher, I kept thinking this is it. It can't get better than this. This is it, but then I'd stall out and found my muscles could squeeze a little more, that my heart could stampede a little faster, that the utter bliss could expand a little further.

When it all snapped- it snapped hard. I held my breath. No more words. No more screams. My eyes closed and I couldn't see anything but lovely, lovely darkness as I came with Marik's lips sealed around me. Aftershocks wracked through my body as Marik swallowed. I groaned.

"Thank you, Marik." I sank my head back down against the pillow.