The three of them had long since gotten used to the sounds that they each made in their boredom, but that didn't mean that any of them was any less annoyed three years later than they had been when they'd first been thrown in here.

Bakura had come first, and while he'd spent his time worrying his head off about Ryou he'd kind of enjoyed the solitude - at least in comparison to how he felt about the next three years of his imprisonment. He'd spent six months in the cell by himself, laying on his back on one of the cots staring up at the ceiling. He'd dreamed up a world where he and Ryou could be together without any issues. The world he'd so jokingly spoken about with the young Brit himself on most occasions when he felt the need to roll his eyes.

Really, he only came out of that world in order to eat and drink and go to the bathroom.

The bathroom was an adjoining room that didn't lock, but if one did feel the need to be alone and have some privacy, they could simply lean against the door and sit there until they felt better. It wasn't as if they were too impatient about going to the bathroom after three years of sharing a room and a bathroom.

But, yes, six months into his imprisonment, he'd been joined by the other two, at first by Marik. He'd been able to handle that fairly well, and the two of them spoke of their younger, cuter boyfriends quite often. Marik wasn't exactly pleased with his situation because he'd only recently actually confessed to Malik and now suddenly he was stuck in a cell on some deserted island with Bakura.

After about three weeks, they were joined by an uncharacteristically nasty Yami.

He spat insults at the guards in their native tongue all the way down the hallway, bit one of the men on the hand, and once he'd been tossed into the room he only huffed. He'd folded himself onto a bunk on the opposite side of the room, then, and hadn't spoken a word to them until two days into his stay, when he finally explained to them that he hadn't been taken, like they had. He'd come willingly to protect Yugi, though his consent was still dubious at best.

They hadn't questioned his strangely homicidal mood after that. To them, it made sense. Yami had been strong-armed into abandoning the most important person in his life. He'd been given a choice, unlike them, and yet he still had to choose to be taken or else Yugi would have come to physical harm. Bakura knew that feeling - he would be completely distraught if Ryou got hurt and he could have prevented it. Marik, well… They weren't sure if he could relate.

Not that it mattered.

Yes, three years later they were quite used to each other's bored tics. There wasn't much that any of them could do that would surprise the others.

Yami contemplated their lovers' lives without them, sometimes out loud. Bakura clicked his tongue and made different shapes with his lips to change the noise. Marik drummed his fingers on the wooden base of his cot.

"I really do wonder…" Yami said, for possibly the thousandth time.

Just because they were used to it didn't mean they weren't all exasperated. Bakura groaned. "We know. We know you wonder!"

"You know, shockingly I wasn't going to say, 'I really do wonder how he's doing'." This, of course, caused him to receive the other two's undivided attention. "I was going to say, 'I really do wonder if either of you ever think about it'."

"Of course we think about it." Marik rolled his eyes.

"How could we not, with you prompting us at all times?" Bakura repeated the motion, which only prompted a bittersweet memory of Ryou joking about that habit.

"Well, then, what do you think, guys?"

Marik yawned and looked at Bakura. "You first, Thief."

Bakura rolled his eyes again. "Thief King." He chided, then, "Fine." He laid back down, though he wasn't sure exactly when he'd sat up. "I… Ryou's probably dead by now." He admitted. "He's hopeless, really. I doubt he survived this long without some serious problems. And if he is still alive I'm willing to bet he's gone absolutely bonkers."

"Fair enough." Yami sighed. "Ishtar?"

Marik shrugged. "I'm sure Malik's still alive, but I doubt he really cares what happened to me. He probably just thinks I ghosted him. He's most likely doing great - friends, maybe he found his siblings…" He shrugged again. "I do imagine what it would be like if he did still care about me, sometimes. And if we got out of here."

"I think about that too." Bakura admitted.

There was no use for any of them to try and be strong. To try and hide their emotions. By now all of them had seen everything the others had to offer.

"What about you, Yami?" Marik raised a brow. "You never actually go into what you think's become of Yugi."

"I think he's heartbroken, if he's alive. Maybe he got with Atem to fill the void, maybe he killed himself. Maybe he did both. Kid's liked me since he was… I dunno, 10, so I doubt he took my disappearance very well. But I also doubt he'd be quite a susceptible to a mental breakdown about it as Ryou would be. Yugi has a lot more support - he's got Joey, Tristan, Atem, his grandpa… Hell, I bet even Kaiba would pull his head out of his ass long enough to comfort him if Yugi actually had half a mind to try and get him to."

"You've got a point there." Bakura snorted. "For being so sweet, that kid's got some manipulation skills. He could take over the damn world, I'd bet."

"I second that."

The silence that fell over them this time was frighteningly companionable in comparison to all the ones that had preceded it.

When this one was broken it was, unsurprisingly, by Yami. "So, I do have another question for you two, since we seem to be feeling fairly open today."

"Eh, shoot. Not like we've got anything better to do." Bakura waved a hand.

"Well, I know why you two wanted the Puzzle all those millennia ago… You made your intentions clear when I asked." He only received grunts in response, so he continued. "So I have to wonder… Why did you want to kill me even when I was willing to hand over the Pendant?"

"I dunno." Bakura said after a long pause. "I guess we just did."

"I always wanted to kill everyone around me at that point in time." Marik shrugged yet again.

Yami was beginning to worry that Marik's arm might just fall right off if he kept doing that so much. "That's fair… And it leads me to my next question."

"Shoot."

"Why did you guys give up?"

"Well…" They glanced at each other and Bakura took point. "We really wanted the Pendant back then. That's obvious. We wanted the Pendant and we'd do whatever we could to get it back then. But… The longer we dealt with being in the modern world, the longer we were around Ryou and Malik… The less we wanted the Puzzle. We started to crave normal life - or at least I did. No good was coming of my criminal genius just trying to kill you, after all, and I realized I was being absolutely terrible to the only person in the world who would put up with me no matter what." He sighed. "Ryou was a real trooper, then." He shook his head. "Anyway, yeah. Mostly we gave up because we no longer wanted the Puzzle and we realized it wasn't doing any good to keep trying to kill you."

"... Fair enough." Yami shrugged. "Guess it's just as well that you gave up. You'd have been pissed when I got tossed in here without it."

"Why don't you have it?" Marik furrowed his brows.

"It was part of the wager to keep Yugi safe." Yami admitted. "I had to come here willingly, without a fight, and I had to give Pegasus the Puzzle so he could use it at some point to torment Atem."

"That's horrible." Bakura said. "I like it."

He and Marik returned to their typical bored actions while Yami sort of just leaned back on his cot and sighed. "You know… I get the strangest feeling we're not going to be here much longer."

"I hope not." Was the reply he got from Marik.

Bakura only made a dubious gesture and continued to click his tongue.

Yami sighed again, and then was silent. It was little use trying to keep the conversation going, after all. Bakura and Marik obviously weren't interested in talking anymore. Oh, well. It had been nice while it lasted. Maybe he could try again tomorrow…

"Hey, Yami?"

He really hadn't been expecting Bakura to say anything, but he was certainly willing to listen. "Yeah?"

There was a brief silence, followed by a weak chuckle, and finally the words, "Think Ryou and Yugi would mind if we had a repeat of that day in Egypt? I'm blueballsed to high hell."

Marik snorted. Yami chuckled. "Who says they even have to find out about it?" He winked.

"I forgot how sneaky and prone to lying you are." Marik noted boredly. "So why would it just be you two? I'm horny as all hell, too, you know."

They looked at each other for a second, then back to him. "Well, Malik's kind of off in the deep end with us. He's probably just as possessive of you as you are of him. I don't think he'd be happy about it." Yami shrugged.

"Well, as you said… Who says he has to find out?"

"... Fair point."

"... So, is this happening?" Bakura looked somewhat hopeful as he sat up on his elbow.

"I don't see why it can't." Yami gave another shrug and within a minute he had been completely stripped by the other two and pinned against a wall by Bakura. He blinked. "Eager. Forceful… I like it."

"You liked it back then, too." Marik reminded him with a chuckle. "You liked it a lot."

Yami only grinned while Bakura went about hooking his legs over his hips - at least until the head of Bakura's already engorged cock prodded at his puckered entrance. He bit his lip at that, letting his head fall back against the wall and gently squeezing the other's hips. It was nothing more than a wordless warning of, "Be careful".

Bakura responded by kissing him on the neck and slowly pushing into him, inch by agonizing inch. Yami was surprised at how well his face avoided displaying the stinging pain he felt - he guessed it was just years of practice. He was also kind of surprised that it didn't hurt more. It had technically been about 3,000 years since anything entered him through that particular orifice, after all, because the men in front of him right now were the last ones to try it.

"Wonder if we'd both fit in him…" Marik mused, twisting a piece of Bakura's hair around his finger.

"Doubtful." Bakura did nothing to stop him from playing with his hair. Yami thought that somewhat unfair, because every time he'd so much as touched Bakura's hair he'd been swatted. "He's too skinny and you're simply too big to fit with me already in him. We'd probably rip him open."

"Mm. I guess you're right." Marik gave a disappointed sigh and rested his head on Bakura's shoulder.

Bakura adjusted his hold on Yami and prepared to start moving, but suddenly gasped and twitched inside him. The taller male shot Marik a lust-clouded glare and muttered something about Tomb Keepers being ridiculously impatient. Yami didn't bother trying to articulate a question about that.

Not that he could have, anyway. He was a little bit distracted by the throbbing cock in his ass.

Bakura bit his lip and held still a moment longer, then shot Marik another glare, sighed, and slowly slid most of the way out of Yami and then back in, groaning softly the whole time, and hazily Yami realized that Marik's positioning made it very likely for him to currently be inside Bakura.

No wonder Bakura was biting his lip like that.

Yami was almost jealous, but the feeling was soon lost on him. Buried beneath waves of pleasure. Pushed away by Bakura's lips on his.

Just like the last time, it took several hours for them to finish with him. And, just like last time, when the time came that they were done, they all collapsed to the ground and got cozy.

When he finally regained the ability to speak, Yami uttered, "You know, if they do find out that we fucked, we can probably just use the excuse of not having done anything for three years." He yawned, then, and continued drawing circles on Bakura's chest.

"Mm, yeah." Marik agreed. "I mean… I doubt Malik's kept it in his pants the whole time."

"This might surprise you guys," Bakura yawned, "But if Ryou's still alive, I don't think he would have made it more than a month without actively seeking out dick."

The two of them snickered, though Marik almost sounded hesitant.

"I wonder if he went to Malik." The Egyptian mused.

"It would make sense if he did." Bakura shrugged. "He told me he thought you guys were attractive. He kinda wanted to fuck you."

"... Seriously?"

"Yeah."

"Holy shit."

"You know, now that I'm thinking about it…" Yami's lips twitched. "I don't doubt that Yugi and Ryou have probably fucked by now, too, if Ryou's still alive."

Seemed that gave Bakura an idea, if the sudden smirk on his face was anything to go by. And before either Yami or Marik could say anything about it, he snickered and said, "Okay, but hear me out on this." They hummed to show they were doing exactly that. "Our disappearing was probably hard on their mental states, right?"

"Yeah…?"

"Well seeing as Ryou was already pretty fucked up to begin with, that probably snapped him, but like… Imagine the kind of kinky shit those three are probably into now."

Marik laughed. "Oh, I don't really think Malik could get much kinkier than I already made him."

"You didn't even try to conceal anything from him, did you?" Yami asked incredulously.

"Never told him who I was or where I was from, but that's about all I hid." Marik shrugged. "And why would I need to hide my kinks from a kid I was originally just using for sex, anyway?"

"Fair point, I guess."

"Granted, he picked up on the whole 'kinky' part of it pretty quick. Found out the third or fourth time that he actually liked being fucked until he cried."

"Kinky." Bakura noted. "So he liked most of the shit you do from the start?"

"Not the first time." Marik clarified. "He wasn't happy about that one. At all. He only came because I'm good."

"Can't argue that one." Yami snorted.

"Oh, hush, Pharaoh. You just like getting a cock shoved in your ass."

"Never said I didn't."

And they laid there and bickered back and forth for a few hours before each of them, in turn, began to fall asleep.