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Mokoba and Seto were mulling over another last minute report that had been sent for another amusement park. It had to do with health and safety regulations, and something about an employee pay raise rate.

Seto let a large yawn escape from his lips. "If this shits get any more… I'm going to pass out." He got up, and got a Smirnoff Ice from the fridge. He opened the bottle, and sat back down.

Mokoba blinked a couple times his eyes going cross. After watching his brother down half the bottle, he snatched it from him and downed the other half. "Thanks."

Seto eyed Mokoba. "No problem."

Mokoba got up and discarded the empty bottle into the trash, the trash revealing 10 bottles. He went to the fridge and got two more. He sat back down, opening both bottles. He then sat one in front of Seto.

"Thank You." Seto smiled. They both laughed started to laugh neither knowing over what. After 5 minutes both gasping for air they calmed down starting on the new bottle.

The laugher had awoken Jou and Honda who were half dozed on the sofa. They entered the dinning area where Seto and Mokoba had themselves set up. Jou took the empty bottle from Seto, and Honda took the empty bottle from Mokoba. Shaking their heads as they both got a peek at how much the two had drank. They were use to dealing with late nights. Thankfully all these two drank when working was Smirnoff Ice. It always made them pleasantly tipsy, and still able to remember what they worked on.

Jou rubbed his temple. "Alright boys."

"Time to save, and shut down." Honda rubbed his temple.


A couple days later in the library. Ryou was on his tiptoes, reaching up to the top self to get a book when Marik came up behind him. Once he was flat footed again, Marik pressed himself against Ryou, and started to rub his shoulders. "You look sexy when you stretch."

Ryou was thankful to be looking at the bookshelf as he could feel the heat in his cheeks. He was still getting use to the flirty side of Marik. He didn't turn around, but instead leaned into Marik. "Thank You."

"What genre are you reading today?" Marik worked the rub from the shoulders to his neck.

Ryou breathed in deeply, and melted more into Marik's touch. "Romance." He was again feeling hot in the cheeks.

Marik moved his hands back to Ryou's shoulders, and then turned him around slowly. Marik pressed his lips into Ryou's humming softly he licked his lower lip. It caught Ryou by surprise at first, but within a couple seconds parted his lips, allowing Marik entrance to his mouth. Once Marik parted his own mouth, and was exploring Ryou's hot insides he relaxed further. Marik was gentle with him, non-expecting, just willing Ryou into the experience. Slowly Ryou pushed his own tongue forward exploring Marik's mouth. Marik paused long enough to let him have his way humming again. Both were breathing heavily, but the kiss was slow enough that they could take their time without having to pull away for air. Marik drew back slowly and sucked Ryou's lower lip, then slowly kissed at and sucked as his jawbone. Ryou could feel his pants slowly tightening from Marik's affections. Marik pulled back slowly watching Ryou, and then stepped back causing a small whimper from Ryou.

"I told you I'm not going to push myself on you." Marik smiled softly, and went to sit on the sofa. "If you want more show me with actions."

Ryou who was looking dumbstruck followed after him. "You didn't have to stop." He sat the book on the table, and then slid into Marik's lap.

Marik watched him intently. Their lips met together, this kiss more passionate. Marik slid his hands onto Ryou's hips, and lifted his own slightly so their erections were rubbed against each other. This earning soft moans from both of them. Ryou let his mind relax, and allowed his body to will itself into desire. Marik slid his hand under Ryou's shirt tugging at a nipple. Marik trailed his kisses down Ryou's jawbone, and then down his neck. Marik's other hand lifted Ryou's shirt, and he took the other nipple into his mouth. A sharp gasp escaped Ryou's lips. Ryou forced himself to think long enough to remove his shirt; this earned a mischievous grin from Marik.

Marik stopped nipping and tugging on the nipples when Ryou was no more than fits of whimper, and his eyes told him Ryou was uncomfortable in his pants. Marik slid both hands down Ryou's sides, snaking their way to cup his rear. Marik then flipped them so Ryou was sitting on the sofa. Marik pressed his lips softly onto Ryou's and then trailed them down the jawbone, neck, and stomach. Marik was now on his knees, as he ran a hand over Ryou's inner thigh, and kneaded softly. Placing soft kisses on the clothed erection. Ryou mewed, his hips thrust upward without command.

Marik undid his pants with his teeth, and then slowly released Ryou's imprisoned erection from the jeans. Ryou shivered as the air made contact with his member. Marik breathed deep, and looked into Ryou's eyes. Marik wanted some signal to continue before he completely removed the jeans from Ryou. Ryou took his own hands and pushed them the rest of the way, he was speechless and his body was lust filled. Marik laughed softly at how anxious Ryou was getting to be, as he pulled him so he was more laying than sitting.

Marik licked Ryou's inner thigh, sucking till it left a mark and Ryou to squirm. Marik trailed kissed, and then darted his tongue into the hot insides of Ryou. Ryou gasped at the new sensations washing over his body, his hands balded fists. Then as quickly as Marik had started, he stopped, flicking his tongue over the slit of his length taking in the salt taste of pre-cum. Marik hummed softly. While Ryou was distracted he slid a finger inside his insides and traced the walls. Ryou mewed as he tensed it was uncomfortable but pleasurable. Marik trailed his tongue softly over the erection, but didn't take him in to the warmth of his mouth just yet. Ryou shivered, his body was begging for more, as soft moans escaped his lips. Marik undid his own jeans with his free hand, releasing himself.

Marik relax his tongue and throat, swallowing Ryou's erection as he entered a second finger into Ryou. Ryou bit his lips as he felt a scream try to escape, and again he tensed. Sweat coated Ryou's body. Ryou's body was confused he felt pain, but pleasure was welling up; he wanted more. Marik grasped his own erection and started pumping himself; any moans he might have had were obstructed from being released. Marik's mouth used the same rhythm on Ryou, while he fingers pushed in quickly and found Ryou's spot. Ryou's vision blurred as his spot was hit; he'd never felt so intense or overwhelmed before. A couple more strokes of Marik hitting his spot, and Ryou spilled himself him Marik's mouth, a scream of Marik's name issuing from his mouth. Ryou panted heavily. Marik removed his fingers slowly as he swallowed Ryou's essence.

Marik breathing heavily then leaned back, his own head tossing back; he was rougher with himself now. Ryou coming down from his ecstasy high watched Marik who was sweating heavily, and shaking. Before Ryou could react Marik had grabbed Ryou's shirt, and screamed Ryou's name as he came. Marik panted heavily and lay back unable to hold himself.

"Sorry about your shirt." Marik broke the silence between them after he calmed down enough.

Ryou giggled. "No problem. It is washable." He paused. "Not like I really need it to get back to the room, now if you had creamed my pants…" Now Marik was laughing. "I would have…"

Marik shook his head and made hushing sounds. "In time." He smiled. "I told you I wasn't going to push you."

"It wouldn't be pushing if it is something I wanted to do." Ryou curled up next to Marik.

Marik pulled Ryou closer, and ran his fingers through his hair. Both exhausted, they closed their eyes and within seconds were asleep.


About one in the morning Yuugi knocked on Bakura and Malik's door. Bakura opened the door not one ounce of looking tired, clad in skin. "Yes, Yuugi."

Yuugi yawned, and streatched. "Help me throw Yami out of the room, so I can reagrange the room."

Bakura gave a look a curiosity. "At one in the morning?"

"Two double size beds. Only one is occupied, try sleeping together with that rock." Yuugi yawned. "First he pushed me off the bed, then I tried sleeping on top of him." Yuugi yawned again; he was fighting his body and the need to sleep. "And then, he rolled over and squished me. We need a bigger bed. I've got one out of the room, and the rock is still sleeping."

Bakura couldn't help himself as he started to laugh. "Sure, hold on let me get some pants, and Malik my own personal rock to wake up." He winked

Several minutes later, a loud slap, Bakura and Malik appeared. "You owe me double Bakura." Malik hissed.

"You were already worn out from our last go, what makes you think you can handle double." Bakura grinned.

"I'll make sure I last." Malik hissed. Then he sighed and looked to Yuugi. "Sorry, I'll go fetch Yami while Bakura and you move the bed. Then the three of us can move in a larger bed."


Yuugi only got brief moments of sleep through the night due to Bakura being put through double duty, and screams of harder and faster through out the night. There was the occasional pause Yuugi supposed it was Malik allowing Bakura a cigarette. Finally a little before 6 the two had stopped, he knew it was breakfast time. Yuugi didn't care; he curled under the covers and forced himself to sleep.

A little after six Yami awoke, startled at the fact he was in a large bed. However, he did notice it was still their room. He nudged Yuugi, pulling back the covers. "Time to get up."

"Fuck Off." Yuugi hissed, and pulled the sheets back up.

Yami sighed. "You don't have to be so bitchy."

Yuugi didn't retort. Yami slid of the bed, and then picked Yuugi up bridal style caring them to the shower. Yami had to undress them both. Yuugi slept in the shower, as Yami them both. Yami didn't understand Yuugi's problem. Yami dried and dressed them both, and then led the still sleeping form of Yuugi down to the dinning area.

Bakura and Malik who were use to all nighters didn't look a bit tired. However, they'd be asleep in an hour. They looked up when Yami dragged in Yuugi. Yuugi melted into the chair. Yami sighed. "I don't have a clue what his problem is this morning.

Yuugi yawned, and in a harsh tone. "First you knocked me out of the bed, then you squished me into the bed. Then I had to move furniture. Then I had to listen to Bakura and Malik scream harder and faster for the remainder of the night. The only peace I got was when Bakura had a smoke break. Then when they came down to breakfast, several minutes later you woke me up."

"Sorry about the Yuugi." Malik was sincere in voice.

Yuugi yawned, and curled into the chair. "I am not hungry, I want to be left he fuck alone." Everyone watched as Yuugi returned to half sleep state. The dinning room was noisy, and he was uncomfortable.

Yami looked dumb struck. Bakura and Malik laughed.

"He described you as a rock." Bakura smiled.