"Morning," a husky voice whispers into Ryou's right ear, the girl looks back over her shoulder and smiles at the face of her yami, who currently has both of his arms tightly wrapped around his hikari.
"Morning," another velvety smooth voice whispers and Ryou turns to look at the male in front of him, her head placed directly under said person's chin. Ryou removes her hand from where it is being trapped under the covers and strokes the skin before her, only to find that it feels as good as the slightly tanned skin looks. The girl flushes as she realizes that it is Seto's skin that feels that good, and he is the last person of their threeway from the previous night.
"Hmmm, last night was nice." Ryou says, reminiscing on how the previous night went, and trying to remember exactly how many rounds they went, and how much teasing she had to do.
"That's good to know, it's also good to know that you like the whip and you –he says gesturing to Bakura – are a freakin masochist, I'll admit, it was hot, a bit creepy, but definitely hot. And of course you guys decided to be assholes and chain me to the bed so I couldn't even fully take advantage of the situation on hand." Seto ponders aloud.
"Hmm, who and what are you going to ask for, I mean saying that you won the alcohol thing?" Ryou asks softly as Bakura nuzzles into the back of the girls neck, his hands trailing down the side of the girl, taking in the delicate curves that are her body, however, frowning slightly when he finds Seto's arms, so instead he starts running his finger's up the CEO's arms.
"Oh, that, that's how I got Joey to stop yelling rape once I got her into my room." Seto says, a lazy smirk in his face. Ryou simply nods, then flushes when she feels herself get pulled flat against Seto's body, a small moan escapes the girl's lips as the others look at her before an evil smile finds a way to their lips.
"I got her," Bakura says, picking the girl up and carrying her bridal style to the shower. Seto gets up and follows the two, a smirk on his face. Maybe he ought to go on vacation more often, especially if he could enjoy his puppy and his snow angel and demon. Wow, that is definitely new for him.
He slides into the shower to see that Bakura already has Ryou moaning, his tongue on her left breast. Seto smirks before entering the shower and moving so that he is behind Bakura, it's a good thing that these two chose the master bedroom, and therefore have the master bathroom, because most showers probably wouldn't be large enough for what is about to take place.
In Mai and Isis's room (Yuri)
Mai sighs as she wakes up, her blonde hair shifting a bit, and then falling in a cascade of golden blonde. She then looks over at Isis, her body turned away from the blonde, her shoulder's raising and falling with each breath.
Mai takes a moment to look over the Egyptian body before sighing; the first night here was the most awkward night of her life, especially with the differences between the two of them. There were then the customs that Isis had, and the rituals that the girl has, mainly, the fact that she has never, ever slept with cloths on. However, the reason behind that Isis refuses to tell.
I move my fingers a bit so that I can grab her shoulder, already remembering the awkwardness of our first night here, well, our fist sober night.
Flashback
"So, Isis, uh, this is going to be a tad awkward, but since the guys won, we will be sharing a bed, is that okay with you?" I ask softly, my eyes directed at the Egyptian woman who is wearing her traditional garb. True, the garb does hug her curves in all the right ways, and shows her best points, but fact remains that it is pretty dull.
"It's not like we have much of a choice do we? I guess we will split the bed in three, your area, my area, and the neutral zone. Neither of us are allowed outside of our area, and no one goes in the neutral zone, fair enough?" Isis asks and I nod. Isis gives me a somewhat forced smile before sighing.
"You might want to look away for a moment." Isis says, and I raise an eyebrow in question, only to realize that the girl is stripping. Why the hell is she stripping?
"There's a bathroom if you are going to change!" I almost shriek and Isis sighs..
"I've never slept with clothes on, and I never will!" Isis declares, and I feel my eyes go large. I mean sure, I knew she was from a cult of some sort, but I never knew that these were some of the things that she had to go through.
When I look back up from the ground Isis is only in her underwear, and seems to be taking them off slowly, as though she is trying to taunt me. Does she realize that I am straight, and I mean straight, straighter than a straight line. My attraction to Joey is only because when we first met and I first fell for him, she was a he!
By the time I finish my little mini-rant, the girl is completely nude and sliding slowly into the bed. I turn pink as I leave the bedroom area and go into the bathroom preparing myself for bed. This is going to be so awkward, wait, what was that soft moan, she better not be doing what I think she is doing.
I look to see her in the bed, both of her hands are on the pillow, so does that mean that whatever is making her…happy…is in her head. Oh dear God, if she doesn't touch herself, does that mean that she is going to molest me in my sleep?
Flashback End
Thank whoever is up there watching me that the answer was no, however, though Isis didn't molest her on that night, the night before was something extremely awkward for the both of them. Well, when they woke up the next morning it was awkward, the night before had been a huge mistake, or at least that's what they dubbed it, so why was it that they kept having affairs repeatedly.
Flashback, well, the parts she remembers
"Ha, Isis, you know you are really funny." I say, leaning on the bed, on now what is considered her half. Isis lays there, completely naked, though I don't mind, actually, I'll admit that the woman has a good body.
"Am I now? No one has ever told me that." Isis says, and I feel my cheeks heat up, though, Isis doesn't notice, we are way too drunk to even care anymore.
"Really, has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" I ask a smirk on my face. Isis looks at me, slightly taken aback by what I just inquired. I smirk at thus, "Actually, you look really sexy right now." I say and she, well she gets an abashed look on her face, I smirk and move my hands so that they are now around the girl, my fingers clawing into the blankets on either side.
Isis finally smirks at me too, and I notice her hand move and grab my right breast unfortunately for her, I am wearing a top and, wait, my bra is gone, so I am wearing a top over this. This doesn't faze the other woman; instead she just starts fondling the bosom, her short nails leaving small claw marks.
Against my better judgment I let out a low breathy moan. I don't even understand, I'm straight, and I have had sex before…okay, well that wasn't supposed to be acknowledged, but anyway, it was with a guy I really care about! I barely know this woman!
I remove my shirt hastily and remove my skirt so that I am just in my underwear, I don't want to let her enjoy me to soon. I stare at the nude woman below me, and that is when I realize what we are doing, what I am doing. I'm having sex with a woman I barely know, and right now, I don't care, I…I am aroused (yes, it is possible for woman). I want her!
…
Wait, now we are both naked and humping harshly, and I have never felt this good. I can't believe that I want a woman, and-
…
Oh God, I cane! And now, it is time to pleasure her, she is just lying there expecting me to pleasure her, and, honestly I want her to
…
She just came, and I am licking it all up, and I feel like a slut, but I love it so much, and I want to go for another round. "Do you want to go again?" I whisper in her ear once her breathing relaxes a bit.
Immediately I feel her arms encircle my waist.
End Flashback
They didn't really remember what had happened until their third day of vacation, well, actually the morning after their second day, because, they went again on the second day, and every day since. They aren't lovers, no, they aren't friends, they are just there to help with the sexual needs of the other. Like Mai said, she barely know that woman, and quite frankly, she has another person on my mind, and no, it isn't Joey.
"Yes?" Isis says, turning to face Mai, her blue eyes slightly opened, and her hand placed in that sexy way. Mai flushes, she is attracted to the Egyptian, she knows it, her body knows it, all that is left is for her to admit it, however, she did not like the woman.
"I'm going to go shower, if you want to join, might as well come now." I say, and she follows me in.
Okay, skipping to about 5:00 that night
The group was watching television, more so a movie, though no one can really focus with the fact that Mariku keeps muttering something under his voice.
"What are you saying?" Anzu asks, keeping any sign of annoyance out of her breath. Mariku keeps muttering, though the volume only gets a little louder.
"What?" Marik asks, and once again the muttering gets louder, though still not enough for anyone to truly hair what the crazy Egyptian is muttering.
"What the hell are you saying, my Ra, do we need to send you to a mental institute?" Bakura proclaims. Mariku then raises his voice so that it is in the middle of a normal speaking voice and yelling.
"RyouisaprostitueRyouisaprost itiueRyouisaprostitute." The muttering continues incessantly as everyone turns to look at Ryou who's cheeks are a deep red and eyes are downcast. Bakura leans down to Ryou's ear, saying that she is sitting on his lap and starts muttering words and phrases of comfort to combat the words that exit the unstable yami's mouth.
"I am not a prostitute." Ryou whispers through gritted teeth. Mariku cackles.
"So, how many people have you slept with?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at the girl, Ryou's eyes go downcast, well more so now.
"One more than you. I mean what the hell, you are mad at me, cut the middle person out!" Bakura nearly shrieks. The room is silent for a moment before Mariku continues muttering.
"RyouisBakura'sbitchRyouisBakura'sbitchRyouisBakura'sbitchRyouisSeto'sbitchRyouisSeto'sbitchRyouisSetoandBakura'sbitch," Bakura automatically wraps his arms around Ryou, feeling the girl ready to bolt.
"I am no one's bitch. Okay, just because I'm not made of anger and hate and have the full capacity of love, and am willing to share it, doesn't mean that I am a bitch, slut, prostitute, or anything in that category." Ryou says before angrily bolting out of the room.
Bakura turns to Mariku, his eyes perfect red, not even the slightest hint of brown in them anymore.
"Go apologize to her now!" Bakura hisses as Mariku looks at him boredly. The temperature of the room drops about 20 degrees, and most people start cuddling together to try and keep the warmth that still remains in the room.
"Or else what?" Mariku asks, raising an eyebrow lazily. Bakura's face remains harsh.
"Simple, you are made of darkness, I am the ruler of darkness, not the baka Pharaoh, what would happen if I were to take away that darkness?" Bakura questions, starting to calm down and relax, a cocky smirk on his face.
Mariku looks at him with slight surprise on his face. He however quickly masks the surprise and his face returns to that of an impassive one. "Prove it," he demands, and Bakura continues to smirk. He snaps his fingers and Mariku's arm starts to disintegrate into thin air. Mariku's eyes go wide as he quickly stands up and glowers at the white-haired teen, "Fine." Mariku hisses as he turns and makes his way out the door.
He walks for a bit then sees foot prints in the sand below. He follows the tracks and finally makes his way to where the girl is sitting on the beach. Ryou turns to look at him, but then just turns back and stares at the woman.
Now, everyone has heard how beautiful Ryou looks in the moonlight, and everyone has heard how she looks like an angel, so I have no reason to go over it. All I'm going to say is that Ryou looked dramatic, as if she and the moon and her had a deal that Ryou would always have the perfect complexion in the moon, and in return her hair is forever white or something like that.
"Why are you here, you made it obvious that you hate me, though you haven't given me a plausible reason… Did Bakura threaten you…he probably did. So, I'm going to end up with some half ass apology that I'm just going to accept because I am that kind of person, right?" Ryou asks, finally looking up to Mariku in the end. The Egyptian nods.
"Then we are going to pretend everything is okay so that Bakura doesn't actually kill you, while you plot a way to get rid of me without Bakura finding out. Unimpressive, and too simple, I should also warn you by means of you I am immortal. I have both demon and angel blood within me. Therefore you would have to find something to kill all three mes, but that's the easy part isn't it. It's the cover up, because you would have a curse hanging over your head. And all of this escalates because you are too dense to realize that no matter what you do, I still love you. And that's the part that sucks, the part that once I realize I love someone, the love for them will never go away. But you don't want to hear that bullshit. So, give me this half ass form of an apology, don't worry, I'm used to them." Ryou says.
"You talk too much, and man, have you ever thought of, I don't know, non-worse case scenarios." Mariku asks, and Ryou simply shrugs.
"It's always worst case scenarios with me. I watch someone in a car that I care about they die. I'm in the car with the last two people I can assure you love me, there is an accident, they die; I'm unscathed and left with the guilt. My dad gets a job and we never talk anymore. My dad gives me something, it's cursed. I try to reclaim the one person I loved…well, back then. I become a girl. I walk into an alleyway alone, and I am raped, and have to fake being dead to escape, though I'm pretty sure I would have been dead had I been human. But that's just some of the things wrong with my life, it's okay though, like I said, I'm used to it." Ryou says, then starts laughing. "Dear Ra, I sound like some of the sluts at our school that have a crush on either Seto, you, Yami, or Bakura. What is wrong with me? The amount of times I've wanted to kill those girls for even looking your way. I mean, can't they take a hint. Well, I guess it's my turn." Ryou says, getting up and turning to walk back to the hotel room, only to have Mariku shoot his arm out, catch her, and drag her back down.
"You talk way too much, but my Ra you do, never do that again and I'll date you again, though not your yami, he's an asshole." Mariku mutters the last part.
"He really cares about you, but do whatever. I just don't want you to hate me, actually any of us. Maybe you two could get another partner." Ryou says, only to be blocked from speaking any further by a kiss. "Okay, okay, I talk too much, I get it, let's go back." Ryou says, grabbing the teenager by the hand and dragging him back to the room."
Author's Notes:
Well, I guess I should've said that there was going to be het, yaoi, and yuri, with limes, lemony hints. Oh well, I hope you enjoy, now to get Bakura and Mariku happy together again. I WILL CATCH UP!
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