Heyo! Sorry this took so long to get out. Ngl, I've had this entire chapter written for a month, but I wanted to include an NSFW scene but hit bad writer's block on it, which is why it just... isn't in this one. The next chapter will be extra long and have a spicy scene to make up for it. Sorry about that!

Hope you all enjoy anyway!

EDIT: Heyo, so turns out I accidentally posted this chapter with a duplicate scene from Chapter 3, but this actually has the full chapter, with all of the spicy bingo; autism, trauma, and NSFW. Sorry about the mix up! Hope you enjoy!

Content Warnings: Discussions of ableism, discussing the following in some detail, but not graphic, all relating to Malik's past; scarification, cults, murder, familial ableism, screaming so hard it permanently damages your vocal chords, abuse. Sex CWs: Vaginal sex, dirty talk, light dom/sub, anal sex, trans Ryou but no real discussion of what is or isn't okay with sex (but nothing bad happens; it all happened off-sceen).

Mid-October hit, and the campaign had only gotten better. Well, for some.

"I can't believe Seto made us go all the way back to the dragon just so he could seduce it," Yugi groaned as he dumped the last of the beer bottles.

"I can't believe it worked," Ryou admitted.

Oh, come on, Malik protested. Kek clearly made 'Kisara' up mid-game when he realised what Seto was about to do.

"Oh, absolutely," Yugi agreed, "but turning her into an out-of-control shapeshifter was pretty cool."

"Mm, I wonder how he'll work her into the main quest," Ryou pondered. "I mean, she did already warn us the dragon will come out randomly or if she's threatened, so I assume we'll need to go on a side quest to fix that."

Bold of you to assume Seto would let us, Malik snorted. I wouldn't put it past him to let Kek take his character and make him a villain just so he can keep the dragon too if we try to 'cure' her.

"No, you're dead right though," Yugi cackled. "Seto's been a villain plant before too, and for much pettier reasons."

Malik grinned and leaned back against the wall. I didn't need a spirit to tell me man's ego is bigger than Scrooge McDuck's money bin.

Was that a Duck Tales reference? Was Yugi in love?

"Duck Tales," was all he could say.

Malik's grin grew. Of course Duck Tales is one of your special interests.

"It's not-" Yugi paused, and turned to Ryou. "Shit, is Duck Tales one of my special interests?"

Ryou blinked at him. "Darling. Sweetheart. Love of my life. You have the entire Duck Tales vintage comic collection, and you watched all three seasons of the remake in five days."

Yugi started laughing. "Oh shit."

"You didn't know?" Ryou covered his mouth to hide a giggle but lowered it before he spoke. "I honestly thought you knew."

Yugi threw his hands in the air. "I never know anything!"

Except for Duck Tales references apparently. Malik was doubled over with laughter. Yugi's hands dropped, his smile softening. Gods, he'd never tire of hearing Malik's laughter.

Ryou hummed, wearing a gentle smile of his own. "You're both adorable."

Malik's laughter eased and he shook his head. Adorable? I think you mean yourself.

"No, you," Yugi giggled.

"Compromise." Ryou kissed Malik's cheek and laced his fingers with Yugi's. "We're all adorable."

Yugi tilted his head, as though contemplating. "I can agree to that."

Malik paused. I don't think anyone's ever called me adorable before.

Yugi leaned up, close enough that Malik's breath ghosted Yugi's lips. Malik's gaze dropped to Yugi's lips, his cheeks flushing that gorgeous shade, slightly darker than normal.

"We'll fix that," Yugi murmured, "because you absolutely are adorable."

Malik's breath hitched and he met Yugi's gaze again for a second before closing the distance and pressing their lips together. They had kissed before, and done some more, but not like this, with gentle but desperate passes of their lips.

Yugi's teeth grazed Malik's lip, and Malik growled in the back of his throat, pulling him closer. Yugi slipped his tongue into Malik's mouth as Ryou moved behind Malik to pepper the other's neck with kisses.

Then, just as suddenly, Malik pulled back, and grabbed both of their arms, squeezing. Yugi stopped, looking up at Malik, breath heavy. He could see Ryou had paused too. "Are you okay?" Yugi asked.

Malik nodded and slowly released their arms. He started and stopped a few signs before Yugi could process them, then took a steadying breath. I'm ready, he finally signed. I want you to know. About my... my back. My past.

Yugi's eyes widened and Ryou shifted so Malik could see him speak. "Are you sure?"

Malik nodded, a determined expression on his face. Can we... go to your room?

"Of course," Yugi agreed. Malik stayed silent as they led him upstairs to their bedroom. Malik had been inside before, of course, since they'd begun dating, but mostly for sleeping or heavy petting. Nothing had really happened beyond that, Yugi and Ryou nervous of overstepping.

Yugi closed the door behind him, and Ryou sat on the edge of the bed. Malik fidgeted, wringing his hands for a moment, until Yugi joined them and gently touched his arm.

Malik took a slow breath and nodded before turning his back to them. He pulled off his shirt.

Ryou gasped, hands flying up to cover his mouth. Yugi's eyes burned and he ground his teeth.

Multitudes of ancient text scarred Malik's back, decorative and ritualistic, raised in knotted patterns. The scarring was old, far too old, and the lines cut with such practiced precision that even at a glance, Yugi knew whoever had done this to Malik had cut others, too many others. Malik's shoulders shook slightly, his back muscles rippling beneath the wynorrific tapestry.

In a single movement, both Ryou and Yugi's arms were wrapped tightly around Malik. He started at the sudden touch, but melted into their arms. A half-sob escaped him, but he shook his head. I'm okay.

Ryou squeezed him tighter and shook his head. Yugi swallowed the fury burning in his stomach. This wasn't about whatever fucking abomination had done this. This was about Malik.

"Do they hurt?" Yugi murmured. He used one hand to finger spell the question when he realised Malik hadn't caught what he'd said.

Malik swallowed. They itch, he replied. That's the worst of it. They hurt if I do something too strenuous or pull it or even with the cold, but...He shook his head. The itching is awful.

Ryou's arms tightened around him. "Why?" His voice shook with the same anger Yugi was fighting back. "They're so old- gods, you must have been-"

Ten. Malik closed his eyes.

Ryou shook his head.

Yugi looked up at Malik, waiting until he met his gaze to ask. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Malik slowly nodded. I want you to know.

Still, he hesitated, and Yugi gave him a gentle squeeze. "Do you want to sit on the bed?"

Malik nodded again, and they shuffled to the bed. No one wanted to let go, so they sat with Malik in the middle, slightly behind Yugi and Ryou, all turned into one another like a prayer circle.

I was raised in a cult, Malik began. My siblings and I escaped, but...He shook his head. Our father was the head of the clan. We were raised in a tomb, never allowed to see the outside world. No windows, no electricity, no light but torches. This was the initiation ritual for all first born sons of the clan. His hands shook as he continued. We followed an ancient Kemetian religion. My father believed he was bringing the Fields to us, or us to the Fields, by keeping us recluse and with only the technology available in Ancient and Middle Egypt.

Malik's jaw ticked, and Yugi gently rubbed Malik's leg in soothing motions.

We were disciples, Earth's last truly holy few in a world of sinners, and even the light was seen as corrupting. The only time we were meant to see the light was when we died, and finally got to the Fields, for an afterlife filled with light as a reward for going without. But I was born deaf. His hands began to shake. My mother died in childbirth, and my father treated me being deaf like it was a curse, the sign of the end times. Preparations for the end began, initiations were forced earlier and earlier. My brother tried to help me, he tried to take my place, but- but he was adopted. Our mother found him abandoned at the edge of the tomb, when he was a baby. Our father used to abuse him for not being grateful enough that he was saved from the sins of the world. So I was the firstborn son. Malik ground his teeth. I was ten. They tied me down and cut me with a hot knife.

Ryou's eyes shone with tears, and Yugi clenched his free hand into a fist to force himself to calm down. His nails dug into his palm.

It was supposed to guard against an ancient, corrosive evil that ate a person's soul, Malik explained. We were all connected to the afterlife as mediums, except my brother. But that meant we were more susceptible to it. My father believed that was what made me deaf, and that I'd hear after the initiation. He snorted weakly and touched his throat. It had the opposite effect. I screamed so hard that I permanently damaged my vocal chords. I couldn't even speak above a whisper anymore.

Ryou squeezed Malik's leg. "What happened to him?"

My father? Malik raised an eyebrow, and Ryou nodded. Malik paused again. I... I killed him. My siblings and I were trying to escape, and he found out. He was going to kill my brother, so I- He shook his head. We barely escaped.

Yugi wrapped his arms tight around Malik, burying his head in Malik's chest.

I'm sorry, he felt more than saw Malik sign.

"Don't you dare apologise." Ryou's voice was firm. When Yugi looked up, he could see Ryou's eyes were fully black, his skin whiter than before.

"Ryou," Yugi murmured. "Ryou, you're shifting."

Ryou closed his eyes and took a few, steadying breaths, his skin regaining a little colour. When he opened his eyes, they were dark brown again. "None of this was your fault," he insisted. "And that bastard got what he deserved."

Yugi nodded in agreement.

Malik paused. His body began to shake, and Yugi held him closer, but it was laughter that spilled from Malik's lips. Loud, relieved laughter, even as tears spilled down his cheeks.

Ryou leaned in, kissing his tears away while Yugi rubbed circles into Malik's lower back, careful not to touch his scars.

I'm okay, Malik signed, though he didn't pull away. Really. His laughter began to ease. I just... never thought I'd find anyone who reacted like that.

"Well it's true," Yugi murmured. He reached up to cup Malik's cheek, brushing away the tear track on his skin. "Thank you for telling us."

Malik smiled and leaned into Yugi's touch. I trust you, he replied, gaze flickering between them as though he couldn't decide who to look at. This is the first time in my life, I wanted to tell anybody, and I'm glad it was you.

Ryou smiled and leaned in to brush a soft kiss against Malik's lips. "I'm glad you felt safe enough to tell us." He gently squeezed Malik's leg again. "Is there anything we can do to help reduce pain? Or the itching?"

Malik pursed his lips. I've tried a few healers, but there's too much magic sewn into the ritual to get rid of them.

"Yes," Ryou agreed, "I can sense that, but what about non-magical forms of relief?" Malik tilted his head. "Like oils or creams."

Malik paused, and if Yugi didn't know any better, he'd say Malik was blushing. I've... tried a few. Lavender oil works well.

Yugi smiled and nuzzled into Malik gently before pulling back enough to say, "Well, back massages are always free here. All you need to do is ask."

Malik's cheeks darkened and he glanced away.

Yugi blinked. Holy shit, he was blushing. He tapped Malik's hand to draw his gaze back. "Are back massages a turn-on for you?"

"Yugi," Ryou hissed. "Not the time."

Malik shook his head. It's okay. I- Back massages are- Well- You see-

A small grin tugged at Yugi's lips as Malik fumbled for an answer. "Is that a yes?"

Finally, Malik dropped his hands and managed a nod. Ryou's gaze sharpened.

Yugi leaned in to brush his lips against Malik's. "Would you like one now?"

Malik nodded, more easily this time, and Yugi sealed the gap between them, kissing Malik. He tried to stay gentle, but Malik's kisses were fierce and had Yugi gasping. When they pulled back for air, Ryou cupped Malik's cheeks and pulled him into a new kiss, hands sliding down to cup Malik's ass. Malik moaned into the kiss, running his hands up Ryou's shirt.

Ryou hummed as he pulled back. "Lie down on your stomach," he murmured when Malik's gaze focused on him. "This is about you tonight."

Malik shuddered at Ryou's words, a flush spreading across his cheeks. Obediently, he twisted on the bed to lie on his stomach, resting his weight on his elbows.

Yugi used the chance to grab a bottle of lavender oil from Ryou's stash of massage paraphernalia and popped the cap. He poured some oil into his hand, allowing it to pool and warm before he gently began to spread it over Malik's back and shoulders.

A content sigh escaped Malik's lips as Yugi worked the oil into his shoulders. Meanwhile, Ryou straddled Malik's ass and focused on massaging his lower back.

I didn't know you already had lavender oil, he signed over his shoulder.

Yugi shifted so Malik could see his lips. "Of course. We weren't about to give your already sore back a dry massage," he said. "I wouldn't have offered if we didn't have anything."

Malik smiled softly and leaned up to press a gentle kiss to Yugi's lips. Thank you.

"Like I said, it's no problem." Yugi grinned and returned to the massage. Malik hitched and groaned softly as Yugi worked a particularly tight knot out of his shoulder. The two continued kneading Malik's muscles, working out a decade and a half of knots and tension. The scent of lavender filled the air, soothing the mood even further as Malik's body melted beneath them.

He looked stunning, relaxed and breathing even, and when his breath began to speed up again and he hitched slightly beneath them, Yugi couldn't help himself. He brushed Malik's hair out of the way to kiss and nip along his neck.

Dutiful as ever, Ryou continued working on Malik's back as Yugi nibbled the shell of Malik's ear. Malik groaned and hitched back against Ryou, and then twisted and sat up to pull Ryou into a kiss.

Ryou hummed. "But-" He spoke between kisses. "Your- ah- your massage-"

Malik gave an impatient huff and kissed Ryou again. Don't pretend you weren't both teasing me.

Ryou tried to hide a grin. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean."

Malik raised an eyebrow. I'm sure.

Yugi chuckled as he watched the exchange. "I think it's safe to say the massage has escalated."

Malik pulled away from Ryou to pull Yugi closer, lips almost brushing but not quite. He grinned when Yugi's breath hitched. You were even worse for teasing.

"Thank you." Yugi met his gaze with a wicked grin.

Malik rolled his eyes and pressed his lips to Yugi's. Yugi moaned as Malik sucked his lower lip between his teeth. Ryou moved behind Malik and wrapped his arms around him, running his hands up the inside of Malik's thighs. Yugi could scarcely breathe between kisses, but didn't want to pull away to catch his breath, instead content to let Malik steal it.

Malik growled low in the back of his throat, rolling his ass back into Ryou's crotch, and he pulled back to suck a dark bruise onto Yugi's neck. Yugi moaned, tilting his head to give Malik more room, fingers tangling in Malik's hair. "Yes..."

Ryou watched with dark eyes and a small smirk. He moved behind Yugi and pressed him down onto the bed, eliciting a small gasp. Malik only used the chance to rip Yugi's tank top away and kiss down his chest. Ryou's hand slipped further down to tease Yugi's cock through his jeans.

"So hard," Ryou murmured. "You must want this really badly."

Yugi moaned at the touch, but still had the wherewithal to grab Ryou's chin. Malik glanced up to see what had caused the sudden movement. "Ah, ah," Yugi murmured. "Don't think you can get away with being bratty tonight."

"I-" Ryou's breath hitched as Yugi pulled him closer.

Oh, Ryou's got a bratty streak? Malik grinned.

Ryou's face flushed pink. "I do not."

Malik chuckled and pressed a final kiss to Yugi's sternum before focusing his attention on Ryou. That wouldn't be a lie, would it?

Yugi hummed. "He's usually very good for me, but likes to act up when he thinks he can get away with it."

Malik smirked as Ryou squirmed under their gazes, the only one still fully dressed. I can definitely work with that.

"Wait," Ryou protested, but he was half giggling, even as Malik pressed up against his back. He began shakily signing as he spoke. "I didn't- I mean-"

"You didn't think you'd get called out?" Yugi grinned, tilting his head. "Or that Malik would be a brat tamer?"

"Yes."

Malik grabbed Ryou's chin and turned his head so Ryou was facing him. How unfortunate. He pressed his lips to Ryou's, and Ryou whined softly as he was subject to the same flurry of passion Yugi had been.

Yugi grinned and used the chance to slip his hand into Ryou's jeans, palming him over his boxers. "You're already so wet," he murmured, nibbling Ryou's earlobe. Ryou moaned into Malik's mouth, hitching against Yugi's hand.

Malik's hands roamed up Ryou's sweater, over his chest to tease his nipples, while Yugi dipped beneath Ryou's boxers to tease his clit. Ryou gasped, head falling back onto Yugi's shoulder as Malik attacked his neck. "Please," he moaned.

Malik chuckled as though he had heard the plea, perhaps from the vibrations on Ryou's throat, and sucked a bruise onto it to match the one he had given Yugi earlier. Ryou moaned and clutched Malik's shoulders, hips bucking up to try and make Yugi move faster.

Malik was grinning when he pulled back. You're both wearing entirely too much clothes, he decided. Ryou immediately pulled his sweater off, making both of his partners chuckle as they finished undressing.

Malik was the first to finish with only his skirt and boxers to kick off, and once Ryou was done, Malik pressed him down into the mattress to kiss along his scarred chest. Ryou arched as Malik sucked his nipple, pinching and twisting the other, while Yugi grabbed the lube from the side table.

"M- Mal-" Ryou gasped, head falling back as Malik teased his fingers along Ryou's slit. His hair scattered across the pillow, eyes flickering from brown to black and back again as Malik dipped his fingers inside Ryou.

Yugi kissed along Malik's shoulders and neck before drawing his attention. "How do you want to do this?"

Malik hesitated for a moment. I prefer to top, but I'm not opposed to bottoming.

"I can take you both," Ryou decided, still squirming as Malik curled his fingers. "Fuck, please!"

"Are you sure?" Yugi asked while relaying what Ryou had said to Malik.

Ryou arched and nodded. His skin was paling, eyes dark, in the half-shifted way he got when he was struggling to control himself. "Yes!"

Yugi grinned and knelt next to Ryou. "You'll have to turn onto your side, Ry."

Ryou whined, but shifted with Malik so he was between the two, on his side. Yugi kissed and nipped along Ryou's neck as he warmed the lube in his hand before slipping two fingers into his ass.

Ryou gasped and arched, hips bucking, and Malik eased another finger into his pussy. "Please!"

Please what? Malik signed with one hand as he spread his fingers.

Ryou groaned as Yugi bit his earlobe. "I want more!"

We've hardly started, habibi, Malik signed, but Ryou was struggling to keep his eyes open, let alone focus on what Malik was saying. He whined as Yugi added another finger.

"Gods, yes-" Ryou bucked his hips, unsure of where he wanted more pleasure.

After a few minutes of due diligence with prepping, Ryou was whining as both of his partners pulled their fingers free. Yugi pressed into Ryou first, making him gasp and arch, and then Malik. Ryou shuddered, moaning with abandon as they filled him. He fumbled, grasping Yugi's hand on his hips and Malik's forearm.

"Fuck," Malik gasped as he thrust into Ryou. His voice was barely above a whisper, with a slight strain on it from his injuries, and drove Yugi wild. He leaned over Ryou, pulling Malik closer to press their lips together as they fucked Ryou in tandem.

Ryou clenched around Yugi, hot and tight, and Yugi could just about feel Malik thrusting too. "Gods, you feel so good," he groaned as he pulled back from Malik's lips.

"Yes!" Ryou's eyes slammed shut as his boyfriends sped up, slamming into him. Any time one hole was empty, the other was full, the onslaught of pleasure never-ending. "Fuck, yes, harder!"

"Good boy," Yugi murmured, obliging eagerly. He trailed his hand up Ryou's chest to tease his nipples. Malik's fingers found Ryou's throbbing clit, rubbing it in time with their thrusts.

Ryou whined at the pleasure, hitching his hips back and forth, trying to maximise each thrust. "F- fuck- Yugi, Mal- I-"

Yugi didn't let Ryou finish his sentence, instead plunging deeper and faster as Ryou trailed off into a series of monosyllabic moans. Malik matched his pace, not one to be left behind, and leaned in to suck more dark marks on Ryou's neck. Ryou clenched tighter, nails digging into Yugi's hand, and Yugi groaned at the tight heat around his cock.

"Are you close?"

"Mmm-" Ryou gritted his teeth, eyes clenched shut as he desperately clung to his partners. "I- Oh!"

Malik looked at Yugi with half-lidded eyes. Electricity pooled in Yugi's groin and he gasped. "Fuck, I- I'm close too-"

Malik hummed in agreement, dragging his tongue along Ryou's neck. Ryou bit his lip hard, shaking as his hips bucked uncontrollably. Malik brushed his lips along Ryou's ear and whispered, "Cum for us, habibi."

Ryou's entire body tensed. "M- Malik! Yugi!" Their names tumbled from his mouth until all he could do was shout wordlessly, shuddering as he came.

Malik gasped and cursed, thrusts growing more haphazard as Ryou clenched hard around them. Yugi moaned, chasing his own climax now that Ryou was satisfied.

Ryou gasped, pleasure still coursing through him. "Please," he groaned. "Cum for me, please."

Malik groaned and muffled his shout of pleasure by biting Ryou's neck a final time as he spilled inside Ryou. Yugi followed soon after, curses and praises alike dying on his lips as he came hard.

Ryou moaned softly as they rode out their orgasms until they were all lying, arms coiled around one another. After a few minutes, Ryou shifted. "I need to clean up."

Malik hummed and opened his eyes, not having caught what he said.

Ryou smiled and cupped Malik's cheek, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "You need to pull out, love."

Malik's cheeks flushed a touch, but he hummed in affirmation, shifting to pull out. Yugi grumbled, exhaustion spreading through his body, but followed suit. Ryou simply whispered a quiet spell under his breath, and when Yugi looked down, all three of them appeared as though they were freshly showered.

Malik blinked and smiled sleepily. Very useful.

"I like to think so." Ryou rolled onto his back, curling his arms around both of his partners. Yugi eagerly cuddled into his side, while Malik rested his head atop Ryou's chest.

Malik hesitated for a moment, gaze flickering between the two. Was everything tonight... okay?

Ryou giggled. "Was how hard I came not enough of an indication?"

Malik snorted but it was weak. He shook his head. I mean... everything. What I did, but also... what I told you.

"Of course." Yugi reached over to curl an arm around Malik's waist, drawing him in ever closer. "Was the massage okay?"

Malik raised an eyebrow. No, it was awful, he signed as slowly as possible.

Yugi giggled. "See? Sarcasm works just as well with signing."

"Mm. Quiet now," Ryou mumbled. His eyes were already closed. "M'tired."

Yugi's smile softened and he settled back into Ryou's side. He met Malik's piercing gaze and blew him a kiss. "Sweet dreams."

The last thing he saw before he closed his eyes was the gentle flush on Malik's cheeks.