I was laughing so hard that I was gasping. Marik rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palm to mop up the tears welling in the corners. Kek literally fell out of his chair, and Ryou gave up entirely, resting his forehead against the top of the table with his arms folded around him.
"Did you cheat the throw?" Marik asked once his laughter died down.
"Look at Ryou." I pointed. "If I had cheated, he'd be going at me with a kitchen knife!"
"I would never mistreat one of my kitchen knives like that!" Ryou popped up his head to argue. "I'd use your pocket knife instead."
"But it was an honest throw." I smirked.
Ryou slumped his shoulders. "Yes. It was an honest throw. Somehow, against all odds, common sense, and laws of physics, your dagger somehow manages to pierce the deity in his chest just as his powers momentarily wane during the peak of the lunar eclipse. You stabbed his heart, killing him. You're the next lunar deity."
"That's right! Say your prayers you little shits." I flipped my hair out of my face, glancing over at Marik- and Kek who was still laying on the floor. "I'm your god now."
"Ain't my god." Kek pushed himself back into his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "I was made in a lab."
Marik groaned. "Actually, since I'm a healer, you are one of my gods. Fuck."
"You know, I hear the best position for prayer is on the knees."
"I don't know." Marik picked up the dice. "Maybe if you granted me special favors I'd be persuaded to do the same for you."
We had this pre-planned. Not me becoming a god in-game. That was just a beautiful fucking coincidence, but the flirting. It looked like I had my usual boxers and red hoodie on, but beneath it, I was wearing my lingerie. We decided that one way or another- the damn bard was getting seduced this game.
"He can't grant you any boons during the eclipse. His powers are still weakened." Ryou spoke up, muttering under his breath afterward. "And that will give me some time to work out this mess."
"Well, since this is a natural spot to take a break-" I snatched the dice from Marik's hand. "I'd like to roll to seduce the bard."
"Again?" Ryou rested his chin in both his hands. "I know you're persistent, but don't you think it's time to give up?"
"Give me three thousand years. Then I might get tired of chasing Rory around." I winked at Kek.
"Let him roll." Kek snorted.
It was a 42, but I needed a 12 or less.
"Sorry Bakura." Kek laughed. "Maybe next time-"
"Actually." Marik picked up the dice. We exchanged a grin before he continued. "I would also like to roll to seduce the bard."
"Oh gods, now he has you doing it, too." Ryou rubbed his temples. "Go ahead."
Marik blew on the dice while staring at Kek. He rolled a 9.
Kek laughed, amused by the fact that Marik succeeded on the first throw when I'd been trying since he'd swapped characters. Joke was on him, though. This was about to become some live action role play.
"Well, okay, we're doing this." Ryou typed a few notes on his keyboard. "Let me remind myself where to start next week. I suppose you both should roll for initiation."
"That won't be necessarily." Marik dropped the dice back into the tin as he stood up. "I don't need dice to tell me how to seduce this bard." He straddled Kek's lap, pressing a single finger below Kek's chin so he could angle up Kek's face. "Do I?"
"Holy shit," Kek whispered, finally catching on.
I propped my elbow on the table so I could lean against my hand and get a good view of Marik in Kek's lap. His hair dripped down like honey as he stared at Kek's surprised, but excited expression.
"Oh," Ryou said when he looked up from his computer.
"Yeah, 'oh.'" I snorted. "Shut off your damn laptop and pay attention."
"I had to make notes," Ryou argued in a harsh whisper.
I laughed at him, but Marik and Kek were too occupied with each other to respond to us. Marik traced his fingers around the shape of Kek's mouth, leaning in and then pulling away before their lips touched. Kek rested his hands on Marik's hips. He was more docile than usual. My lips curved up in a smirk as I watched. Kek knew if he didn't react to Marik, Marik would give in sooner. Hell I knew that too… logically, somewhere, in the back of my head. Each fucking time I knew better, but I could never help myself. Arguing with Marik is just too fun even if it meant having to wait twenty extra minutes before I get off.
Slowly, Kek's fingers spiderwalked to the base of Marik's spine. I paid attention to where and how he touched Marik's back, stowing the information for later use on both of them. A soft gasp escaped Marik. It was as if Marik had been held up by ribbon, but the moment Kek touched his back, he pulled a knot free and Marik sank down. Their lips met, kneading together as Marik tangled his fingers into Kek's hair and Kek climbed higher up Marik's scars.
We had a plan!
But I was pretty sure Marik had forgotten it.
We had planned out this entire sexy speal. Marik was supposed to get Kek all hot and bothered and then threaten to stop if I couldn't join in. I was going to jump on top of the table and knock down all the figurines to make Ryou scream bloody murder at me- it was going to be great! Then we'd drag them both to the bedroom and blow their minds- perhaps blow a little more than their minds.
But I think Kek had managed to turn this around somehow, because Marik was moaning and squirming in his lap and not saying any of his lines. It was sexy as fuck to watch, but we really needed to work on Marik's roleplay skills. I cleared my throat, hoping he'd get the hint.
"I think Bakura is trying to get your attention, malaaki." Kek tugged Marik's shirt up over his head.
"I'm supposed to have you under my complete, seductive control by this point."
"Yeah? How's that going?" Kek used his thumbs and pushed in and up right above Marik's hips and to his mid back.
Marik tossed back his head, arching, calling out, bucking in an attempt to grind against Kek. Oh baby, I am remembering that move. Next time Marik's inside me and about to go off- I'm totally whipping out that trick.
"He's supposed to get you to the bedroom, but it looks like I'm going to have to do everything myself." I stood up and shoved my boxers to the ground before unzipping my hoodie to reveal the lace and ribbon lingerie.
Ryou whistled.
"Like what you see?" I teased my hands down my own body.
"I… never realized how much I was into lingerie until just now." Ryou's eyes were dilated.
His rapt attention put a huge grin on my face. I turned and started out the kitchen, leaning against the doorway and peeking coyly over my shoulder.
"Well, I'm going to the bedroom. The rest of you can stay here if you want."
Soon as I neared the bed, I felt a soft push. It wasn't enough to knock the King of Thieves off of his feet, but I allowed myself to tumble forward, falling on my hands and knees and spreading my legs. Ryou's hand tugged at the lace, his mouth smothered the exposed skin on my back and shoulders. I could tell he really was into the outfit by the fumbling, restless way he grabbed and kissed.
Kek walked in with Marik in his arms, laying Marik down beside me. leaned over toward Marik's side of the bed so we could kiss. Kek stripped, but when he reached for Marik's pants, he fidgeted with the cloth.
"Marik?" He asked in a hushed tone.
"Hmmm?" Marik asked, our mouths still pressed together as Ryou rubbed up and down my thighs.
"There's… something… I've wanted. For a long time now, and we haven't had a chance to do it yet…"
We broke out kiss, noticing how nervous Kek sounded. Even Ryou straightened up to see what Kek would say.
"You okay?" Marik asked.
Kek nodded his head, visibly flushed and shy about whatever he was thinking. He licked his lips before continuing.
"I'm not trying to be macho, but I was hoping…" Kek's blush glowed through his complexion. "You'd let me take you- in a specific way."
"A particular position?" Marik asked, propping himself onto his elbows as he looked up at Kek.
Kek nodded. He plunged down onto the mattress. He turned Marik onto his side and held Marik around the belly to keep their bodies close.
"Like this. I remember teasing you that night about it being Bakura's favorite position, which was true, but I want to be like this so I can kiss your back."
Kek demonstrated, dotting kisses across Marik's shoulders, although careful to avoid the center where Marik couldn't stand to be touched. Marik sighed, shrugging so Kek had more room to kiss. They both had soft, dopey expressions on their face that made my chest ache as I watched them.
"Of course I wouldn't mind." Marik smiled. "I think it's sweet."
"Does that mean I get this pretty Bakura wrapped up like a present all to myself," Ryou teased as he toyed with one of the bows on the teddy.
"Not to yourself." Kek grinned up over Marik's shoulders. "We'll be with in kissing range the entire time."
"That's where I like you." Ryou crawled close enough to kiss Kek.
He scooped the hair away from his face as he stooped low to kiss Marik as well. His sunburn was faded to an adorable pink tint. He glanced at me, dark eyes glistening and making my belly squirm. Ryou loomed over my face, looking more devious than I ever thought possible.
"In the mood for anything specific?" Ryou asked.
"As a matter of fact..." I smirked.
Raising up on my knees, I laid Ryou down close to Marik. Marik held Ryou's jaw and turned his face so they could kiss again, more deliberately than the first time. While they slipped their tongues into each other's mouths, and Kek combed Marik's hair out of the way so it wouldn't tickle his scars, I grabbed the jumbo bottle of lube we'd bought as a "housewarming gift" to celebrate our official moving back into the apartment.
I tucked the bottle between Marik and Ryou and stripped Ryou's pants off his legs. He wiggled out of his shirt at the same time, and then I pumped a glob of lube directly onto his half-hard cock.
"Bakura! That's cold!" Ryou whined.
"Oh? Thought you were into that."
"It's not the same."
"Don't worry." I worked the lube into his skin. "I'll get it warmed up for you."
Ryou exhaled as I stroked him. His fingers curled against the sheets. Beside us, Kek shifted lower, re-writing the scars on Marik's back with delicate presses of his lips. Marik panted, visibly aroused. He reached over and helped me work Ryou's shaft until it was rock hard. I stole a quick, sweet kiss from Marik's lips.
I love you
He didn't so much say it. He mouthed it against my lips as I pulled away. My thoughts evaporated. Heat swelled inside me. I wanted him. I wanted them all. I wanted to wrap my legs around them all at once as they called out. I dove in for another kiss, another, another. I swerved away only to capture Ryou's mouth against my own, sucking on his top lip for a moment before twining my fingers in Kek's hair and tugging. He whimpered, glancing up at him with purple eyes that said Kek knew exactly how I felt- about wanting everyone all at once in a chaotic heap. I blew a kiss at him, not wanting to interrupt his path down Marik's scars.
I was too impatient to prep, but I covered my fingers with lube and slipped them between my legs because Marik and Ryou were watching and I wanted to give them a great show. Ryou slid his fingers up my thighs, the color looked like snow drifts against a baren wasteland, but it was beautiful to stare at- his fingers on my thighs. I couldn't take it anymore. I sunk down Ryou's cock, groaning as his length filled me. That first moment always felt like sucking in breath after holding it too long, and the pleasure was ah, ah, ah, ahhhh, in my throat as I adjusted.
"Oh gods," I whispered, eyes fluttering closed at that first delicious moment of getting stuffed.
I pressed my knees into the mattress and lifted my ass a few centimeters before succumbing to gravity and dropping back down.
"Where's my phone. I need a- ah- a first person recording of how good you look."
"Dresser. Not- stopping. If you can't reach. Too bad." I huffed between breaths as I started circling my hips. "Fuck, Ryou! It's been awhile."
"You've been missed."
Ryou stretched his arm as far as he could. Only his middle finger managed to hook the corner of phone, but that was enough to slide it onto the mattress where he could grab it. Ryou swiped along the screen and held it up in front of me. I raised up my arms, scruffing up my hair and exaggerating my belly rolls for the camera as I rode Ryou's cock. Ryou moaned, the camera trembled, and he almost dropped it before adjusting his grip. Kek leaned over Marik and pinched my nipple before stealing a few pumps of lube.
"Oh!" Marik sucked in a sharp breath as Kek slipped in the first finger.
"I'll go slow," Kek promised.
"What was your first time like?" Marik asked, hitching back so Kek's fingers could pierce more deeply.
"Embarrassingly pleasant," Kek confessed. "I hid behind a pillow and didn't want to make noise, but I couldn't help it."
"What about you, Bakura?" Marik asked.
"Warm," my voice sounded heavy and coarse in my own ears. "Especially afterward. I remember falling into his arms and not having the strength to move. I felt too warm to move."
Kek and I exchanged a happy look at the memories as I bounced on top of Ryou's cock. He grinned as he prepped Marik, and Ryou filmed it all. I was probably going to regret how dopey I looked later when we watched it again, but oh well. I was too content to care. It was amazing how I felt something unique and different with each of them, and how those feelings all wove together to create something new. I rested my palms on Ryou's chest, using the leverage to quicken my pace. The phone dropped from Ryou's hands as he called out and grabbed my hips instead. It was always fun to make Ryou drop his phone.
"I'm ready," Marik said, eyes locked on Ryou and I as he spoke.
Kek muttered something in Marik's home dialect. I couldn't pick up as many words as I should have been able to, but from what I could catch, he was chanting a healing prayer over Marik's skin. I don't know why that would make my heart flutter, but I grew giddy and laced the fingers of my left hand with Marik's. His eyes shined as his listened to Kek's chant.
Then Kek slipped inside of Marik and Marik's mouth stretched into a wide O as his eyes closed. Kek shifted his hips, keeping his pace slow and their bodies pressed together.
"B-Bakura. Please. Please. Please. Faster."
Ryou nails dug into my hips. I had slowed down to stare at the other two, leaving Ryou close to the edge and desperate.
"Oooops." I chuckled, not sorry in the slightest.
I decided to grab the phone and turn it around so we'd have some footage of Ryou. His eyes were screwed shut and his nails still pierced my sides. He whimpered along with Marik. I rode him as fast as my hips could circle, enjoying every mewl and muttered half syllable. With his bottom lips trembling, Ryou arched. I felt him coming inside me and bounced a little rougher, trying to drag his moment for a few extra seconds longer. I rode out the last minute of his erection before sinking down and seizing his lips. Ryou's fingers raked through my hair as his tongue swirled in my mouth. Marik's cries were a beautiful soundtrack to our kisses.
"Kek!" Marik screamed.
I could hear how close he was. The rapid fire "ohs" pouring from his mouth sounded like gun fire. His top leg curled up, toes twisting in pleasure. Watching Kek take Marik- in my favorite position no less!- made my cock twitch. Ryou wrapped his fingers around my shaft, holding tight as he stroked. I shivered. It was good, but I wanted to be filled. I needed it at that moment. I grabbed Ryou's hand and brought it up to my lips, kissing his wrist. Ryou smiled, as if he'd read my mind. He took the phone back taking a few shots of me dripping sweat in my lingerie before moving the camera's gaze back toward Marik and Kek.
"Oh fuck!" Marik cried.
Kek moved faster. Marik's body rocking with the force of Kek's thrusts. Their jostling shook the bed and sent the headboard slamming against the wall in a steady percussion. Marik was clawing against the sheets, brow furrowed and mouth groaning.
"Marik," Kek sighed against Marik's skin. "Marik. Marik."
"Gods yes. Scream it!" Marik screamed himself. "Louder!"
"Marik! Marik! Marik! Gods- Marik!"
"Oh fuck-" Marik's voice dropped to a husky growl. "Bakura- I want to come."
Well lads. Duty called. And I was all about performing my duty- when that duty was sending Marik to Cloud 9 by helping him come. I belly flopped across Ryou's legs so I could grab Marik's cock and lick his cockhead. Ryou laughed, but I was too eager to care. I sealed my lips around Marik's head and sucked. I couldn't fit much into my mouth because Marik was on his side and I was bent awkwardly over Ryou, but I sucked what I could fit in my mouth eagerly, slurping and wrapping my lips oh-so-tightly around Marik's shaft as I bobbed.
"So good… holy shit." Marik's hair spilled around his face and fanned out around the mattress.
"Wow, Marik, you look so hot right now." Ryou shifted his phone to one hand so he could brush a lock of gold behind Marik's ear. "Listen to how hard you have Kek moaning. He's enthralled."
Marik whined. He gripped Ryou's forearm for something to hold as Kek's cock and my mouth drove him to ecstasy. Marik's breath sputtered into deep, raspy intakes of air. His face twisted, unable to control his expression as he lost himself to the moment.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Fucking gods!"
Marik fisted my hair. He kicked out with his top leg, curled, and flooded my mouth with come. I swallowed, looking up at him once he'd finished. His expression was still locked in his O-face. His chest still heaved. By slow degrees, he relaxed, fluttering his eyes open and smiling at me.
I love you
He mouthed it a second time. I mouthed it back to him. Marik rolled me onto my back, kissing my chest between the folds of lace.
"Did you finish yet?" Marik asked.
I chuckled, grabbing my cock to show him I had not.
"Well we'll have to fix that." Marik kissed my nose.
He rose up onto his knees and grabbed Kek, situating him on top of me and positioning himself behind Kek.
"It's mine turn to kiss yours," Marik said, voice still raw from screaming.
I was going to crack a joke about our positions being reversed from the first time, but Kek was rabid with want. Before I could say a single word, he was inside me, making me see stars behind my closed eyelids.
"Fuck! Kek!"
It was exactly what I wanted. It was better than I fantasized. I wrapped my legs around his waist and screamed fuck so many times that it didn't even sound like a word, just a stupid noise I was making as he fucked me senseless. I forced my eyes open so I could see Marik behind him kissing the corners of his shoulders.
"Kek." Ryou forced Kek to slow down enough that he could kiss Ryou.
I moaned and twisted to catch Kek's attention, too close to be pacient. He snorted before slamming into me again and making me purr. Ryou kissed my forehead before crawling to the side. He slipped his hand between our stomachs and grabbed me.
"Shit yes! Fuck!"
My back arched off the mattress. It was all too familiar, Kek inside me, Ryou stroking me, but now Marik was with us. His kisses to Kek's back were sloppy and broken, and then he had to give up altogether as Kek moved too hard and quick to be kissed. Marik tangled his fingers into Kek's hair.
"That's right, fuck him harder!"
"Fuck, Marik." Kek choked on a gasp. To my delight, he followed Marik's order and started slamming harder.
"Marik? It's not me you're fucking anymore. It's Bakura. Scream his name."
"B-Bakura!"
"Damn right!" I shouted back. My entire body stretched tautly as Kek's cock, Ryou's hand, and Marik's words all made me sore toward climax.
"Now make him come!" Marik smacked Kek's ass.
Kek yelped in delight. My thighs were quivering. Kek pushed into me a few more times, then started screaming as he came. I squeezed tightly around his cock as Kek gave a few last, lazy pumps inside me. Ryou didn't slow down; however, and I came right after Kek. He lay on my chest, arms around me.
"See? Too warm to move," I muttered.
"Good, because I'm a selfish bastard and I don't want to let go." Kek kissed my collarbone.
I kissed the crown of his head. Ryou set his phone aside and pressed close beside us. Marik spooned him from behind. I stuck my tongue out at Marik.
"You were supposed to lure him to the bedroom and make him beg for us," I said.
"I got him to shout your name, and you lead everyone to the bedroom. Close enough." Marik shrugged.
"That's not the point. The point is you didn't play along with our game."
"I was busy." Marik shrugged again.
"If I'd deviated from the plan like that, I would never hear an end to you bitching about it."
"That's not my problem." Marik smirked.
"Anyone else want strawberry crêpes to go with dinner?" Ryou asked, stifling a yawn and ignoring my and Marik's very serious argument.
"Could you make mine with egg whites?" Kek asked.
"I've never tried, but I bet I could make it work." Ryou reached out and combed his fingers through Kek's spikes.
"Thanks, Ryou." Kek grinned.
"Don't run off just yet." Marik held Ryou a little closer.
"Don't worry." Ryou snuggled against Marik's chest. "This is my favorite part. Dinner can wait."