Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Apocalypse ❯ Room For One More ( Chapter 6 )

WARNING: THREESOME! MARIK X BAKURA X MALIK LEMON! RYOU X BAKURA LEMON! SELF-LOVE! MARIK X MALIK LEMON! VOYEURISM!

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Room For One More

 

Vera stood outside smoking on the front lawn. She tapped her foot on the ground restlessly. She threw her black hair off of her shoulders and took a long suck on the end.

“How much longer do we have to stay at this wretched place with these horrid men? Why don't they just fuck and get it over with?”

A car pulled up in front and she watched a girl with white spiky hair step out of the car. A tall teen walked around the side of the car and opened the back door.

“Get out here, you little tadpole!” Umi smiled as he held his little two year old in the air. The baby's legs dangled in the air as he giggled.

The girl grabbed a diaper bag out of the car. “Don't hold him up for too long, Umi.”

“My little boy likes heights. Don't you, Daddy's Boy?”

The baby giggled and waved his arms. “Daddy funny!”

Umi put the boy on the ground as Aria opened the gate. Aria stared at the smoking woman in the yard and she narrowed her eyes. “Who are you? What are you doing here?”

Vera gave Aria a little smile as she saw Umi step beside her. “Finally, a straight person for a change!”

Aria growled and her hair spiked. “What does that have anything to do with who you are and you are doing here?”

“I'm Miranda's older sister, Vera. I'm staying out here to get a breath of air.”

The little boy ran to her. “Candy?”

“No. I have no candy.”

Kai sighed sadly. “No candy….”

“Nana's making dinner, Kai. You don't want to ruin your dinner.”

Kai looked up at his mother with large blue chibi eyes. “Pwease???”

“No, Kai, but after dinner you can have a piece before you get into the tub.”

The chibi bounced and shook his little hips side to side. “I get candy! I get candy!”

Aria smiled and shook her head. “It's not hard to see who she inherited that from.”

Umi snickered. “We better get him washed up for dinner. Come, chibi!”

Aria smiled as she watched Kai follow his father into the house. The little baby staggered behind his father, still balancing himself unevenly on his feet. His white and blue hair bounced as he walked.

The mother smiled. “My son is asking for a squishing,” she said quietly to herself as the father and son disappeared into the house.

“ARIA!”

Aria turned and saw her brother and Robbie walking down the street with Daniel. Her smile lit up at the sight of him. Aten opened the gate and hugged her with one arm. In his other arm he held a plastic bag.

“You went shopping, Aten?”

Aten smiled slightly. “Yeah, I needed to pick up something for later.”

“Hi, Robbie!” Aria smiled and hugged him. “You're looking good today. How's the foot holding up in this heat?”

Robbie shrugged. “Not doing too bad today. I'll end up putting it up tonight.”

Aten walked into the home to see his father trapping Bakura against Malik. The teen chuckled. “Father, let Bakura breathe for a moment!”

Marik left his deep kiss with Bakura and smiled. “SON!”

Marik released Bakura and hugged his son tightly. The teen dropped his bag and winced.

“Father? Air!”

Marik released laughing. “Sorry, boy.”

Ryou stepped out of the kitchen and squealed happily. “ATEN!”

The mother threw himself at Aten, kissing Aten's cheeks repeatedly. “I've missed you so much!”

Aten giggled and rubbed his cheek. “It's good to see you, too, mother!”

Sekhmet, the family dog, crept up to him slowly and rubbed against his leg.

“Hello, Sekhmet,” Aten said petting the Border Collie.

Robbie entered with a smile. “Hi, guys! Dad said that we're gonna join you for dinner!”

Ryou nodded. “I'm making Mustard Chicken, rice, and carrots. Malik?”

Ryou turned and saw Malik grinding against Bakura.

“Malik?”

“Busy now,” Malik moaned as he touched Bakura's chest.

“Do you think you can get the mustard sauce ready? You can grope my husband tonight.”

“Is that a promise?” Malik asked with a lick of Bakura's ear.

“Promise.”

Malik smiled and ran into the kitchen, leaving Bakura breathless.

“How are you both doing, boys?” Ryou asked.

“Robbie and I are okay. I have an art show to get ready for. I finished two paintings. I usually have five done by now, but I've been sore this past week.”

From upstairs, they heard a chibi squeal. “ADEN!”

“Hi, Chibi Umi!”

“I tum see you!”

Umi gave out a gasp. “Kai! I'm not done changing you yet!”

More chibi squeals and the pitter-patter of little feet ran down the hallway.

“HALF-NAKED CHIBI!” Umi laughed upstairs.

Aten winced and rubbed his chest slightly.

Marik pat Aten's back. “I hope you're not over-doing it.”

Robbie put his arm around his husband's waist. “Sometimes I find him passed out on that green couch in his studio, his paintbrush in his hand.”

Ryou giggled and shook his head. “Some things never change. Marik would find him on the floor with a brush in his hand when he was seven years old. He'd be fast asleep holding his little paintbrushes.”

Aten blushed as everyone else laughed. “Hey, I was tired!”

“I'll help you in the kitchen, Ryou. Take some time with your dad, Aten.”

Bakura grinned. “Time for me to grope Malik as he makes his sauce.”

Bakura ran into the kitchen and saw Malik scooping Dijon mustard into a bowl. “Having fun?” Bakura asked as he pressed Malik against the counter.

The Egyptian nodded. “I'm making sauce.”

Bakura grabbed the bowl and helped Malik stir the sauce. “Shall I help you….stir your sauce?”

Bakura kissed the side of Malik's neck, sucking on the tan flesh.

The yami grinded himself against his lover. A wet tongue traveled up the side of the neck and whispered in his ear.

“Can I…taste your sauce?”

Malik ran his slender finger along the side of the bowl and held it up. He bit his lip as Bakura swallowed around the finger, sucking on it, and running his tongue around it.

Robbie snickered. “Ummm…can I have the carving board? I'll peel and cut the carrots.”

Bakura grabbed the board and returned his hand to the bowl.

“Thanks,” Robbie said sitting at the kitchen table.

In the Living Room, Aten hugged his father.

“It's good to see you again, father.”

“I'm glad you're feeling well enough to come to dinner. Your mother misses spending time with you.”

Aten ran his fingers through his white and blond hair. “I'm sorry. I'll try to come over more often after the art show is over.”

Marik bent down to grab the bag. “Let me get this for you, son.”

“Dad, wait!”

Aten knocked into his father and the black candle rolled out of the bag and tapped against the couch.

The teen staggered back as Marik stared at the candle with wide eyes.

Marik reached out and grabbed the candle. He swallowed hard and his face became pale as he held the wax candle in his hand.

He knew what this meant…..Aten's Death Candle.

The yami turned his head slightly and glared at his son. “What is this, boy?”

Aten swallowed hard at his father's tone. The manner in which he said `boy' nearly made him jump out of his skin.

It sounded like Steven…..

Marik saw his son start to shake.

“It's….nothing.”

Marik gripped the candle in his hands. “Is this what I think it is?”

Aten lowered his head and nodded solemnly. “Yes, father.”

“Aten, you are not going to die. Don't you dare die on me, boy!”

“Father, I have to make the candle now! It's my time to make that candle now before I can't do it.”

Marik shook his head. “No son of mine is going to die, Aten! The doctors will find a heart donor for you!”

“Father, even WITH a heart donor, it's best that I prepare my candle now!”

Marik handed Aten the candle. “Have you discussed the ritual with Robbie yet?”

Aten shook his head. “No. I want to prepare the candle first before I tell him what he has to do.”

Marik looked at his son. The teen looked up at him with large brown and purple eyes. The teen's lip trembled, and he didn't know why. Around the teen's wrist hung a Medic-Alert bracelet loosely.

Marik grabbed his son by both shoulders. “Tell me you're not going to die on me, son. I….don't want…..” Marik turned his head to the side so Aten wouldn't see a falling tear course down his cheek.

“Father, I didn't mean to upset you. Really, I didn't. I just want to be prepared.” Aten turned his father's face to him. The yami quickly brought the teen into his arms to hide the tears pricking the back of his eyes.

“I love you, Aten,” Marik said against his son's ear.

Aten felt his father grip a part of his hair and clutch it tightly. If anyone else would have done that to him, he would have panicked.

However, in the strong arms of his father, he always felt protected and knew no harm would come to him.

“Is everything okay out here?” Ryou asked as he poked his head into the room.

Marik pulled back from Aten. “Yes, we're okay, Ryou.”

“Okay,” the hikari smiled and returned to the kitchen.

“Don't let your mother know that you bought your candle. I don't want your mother to worry. You know he will.”

Aten nodded. “Okay, father.”

Marik reached up and cupped Aten's thin cheek in his hand. A tiny smile crossed his face. “You've always been my world, son. You know….your name comes from the god who represented the sun disk. Just like the Earth and the Sun, my boy, you are the one whom my life has always revolved. You are my light….in a universe of full of darkness. My son….my baby boy.”

Aten smiled. “Thank you, Father. I've tried to be a good boy.”

“No father could have asked for a better boy, Aten. I mean it.” Marik leaned over and kissed both of Aten's cheeks. “Nobody.”

“ADEN!” a loud chibi squeal sounded from the top of the steps.

Aten watched the two year old back down the steps one by one. “Be careful, chibi!”

Aten walked up the stairs and brought the child into his arms. “Get over here!”

Aten carried the boy downstairs. “Let me hear you growl like your mommy!”

Kai grit his teeth and let out a purr. “I'm a wion!”

Aten laughed. “I see! You're a scary lion!”

“Aden, tan we wash a moofie?”

“Sure thing, chibi. What do you want to watch?”

“Adfentures in Fendship!”

“'Adventures in Friendship?'”

Marik groaned. “I'm not watching that Ra-damn thing again, Aten. I've watched it every day for the past five months. I'm not doing that again.”

“Okay, dad, I'll just watch it with him.”

Aten put the video in the VCR and Kai crawled onto his lap. The baby bounced and clapped his hands with the video.

Bakura's groan came from the kitchen. “Not that thing again!”

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The family sat down to dinner. Ryou carried the chicken over to the table.

“I hope everyone's hungry,” he said with a smile.

Marik grinned at Bakura who was sitting across from him. “I know I am.”

Bakura breathed deeply as he felt a foot slip between his legs and rub between them. He raised an eyebrow and shifted his hips away from the foot, making Marik snicker.

Aria smelled the chicken and licked her lips. “This is awesome, mom!”

Ryou brought a second sheet of chicken out of the oven. “This is for you and your father, Aria. It's just been heated up slightly.”

Bakura and Aria drooled and wiped their chins simultaneously. “Mmmm….raw meat.”

Robbie curled his nose. “Aria, how can you eat that? It's still bloody! It almost looks like it's going to cluck and walk off the plate!”

She turned her head to Robbie beside her and grinned, her canines sharpening. “The bloodier…the better.”

Vera's eyes widened. `She's a cannibal!'

Robbie swallowed hard. “Even after knowing you for fifteen years, you still creep me out when you look at me that way.”

Umi took a chicken breast and cut it in half. Kai bounced in his chair as his father cut up his meat.

“I hope you're not going to feed that child the raw meat!” Vera gasped.

The father shook his head. “No way. Kai only eats the meat that's been cooked. No raw meat for this chibi.”

Kai clapped and smiled. “I'm the chibi!”

Ryou sat beside his husband and smiled.

“Dinner looks great, love,” Bakura smiled, taking Ryou's hand. The yami kissed his husband's hand gently.

The hikari blushed and giggled. “Oh, sweetheart!”

Vera rolled her eyes. `Why don't they just bang each other on the table while we eat?!'

“Dig in,” Ryou smiled.

Marik grabbed the carrots first. The carrots were cut in strips and steamed. From the look on Marik's face, Bakura knew his lover was up to no good.

Vera looked at the carrots. She looked at Marik's hand as he held the bowl out to her.

`This is disgusting! How can I eat those wretched things knowing his hands touched the bowl? God only knows where these fingers have been!'

“No, thank you,” Vera said with a glare in her eye.

Miranda took the bowl from Marik. “You aren't hungry, Vera?”

“I'm quite fine, Miranda-darling.”

Marik put a piece of carrot on his fork and suggestively swallowed around it, looking at Bakura.

Bakura felt the foot once again come into contact between his legs.

Marik put a carrot stick on his fork and winked at Bakura. He wrapped his lips around the steamed carrot and moved the carrot in and out of his mouth suggestively.

Bakura's eyes widened as he watched Marik move the carrot.

He swallowed hard as he felt Marik's toes wiggle between his legs. “Marik?”

“Yes, Love?” Marik asked innocently.

Malik watched Bakura's face glisten with sweat and turn red. /Yami, are you having fun torturing Bakura?/

//Look at him! I would say he's enjoying himself, wouldn't you?//

Malik watched Ryou squirm in his chair slightly. No doubt the hikari was feeling whatever Bakura was feeling.

“Vera, are you not hungry?” Ryou asked.

Aria and Aten chuckled in their seats, knowing that under the table, their parents were up to no good….again.

“Daddy, you have nothing on your plate,” Aria grinned.

“I'm….umm…..ad-MIR-ing…your mother's…….gods…..cooking,” the yami said, trying to sound casual. The yami's eyes rolled up towards the ceiling.

Aten watched his father's actions with the carrot. “Well, my father hasn't changed a bit. That's good news.”

Miranda covered her mouth, trying to hide her giggle.

“Bakura? You okay?” Daniel asked.

Bakura grabbed the fork and reached for the raw chicken. “Dinner…..gods….good….So…hungry.”

Marik moved his foot against his helpless victim and found his lover pressing himself against him harder than before.

The blond put the carrot in his mouth and chewed with a diabolical grin.

“Bastard,” Bakura growled.

“Don't worry, Itemri, I have a whole plate of carrot sticks.”

Aten laughed. This was going to be a long dinner for the white-haired yami.

“If you'll excuse me, I have to powder my nose,” Vera said standing up, visibly irritated.

“Lady, no amount of powder will help your looks. But if you insist, it's upstairs to your left.”

Vera put up her nose. “Thank you.”

Vera left and Miranda sank into her chair with a relieved sigh that her sister was gone.

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Vera walked up the steps and saw the Ishtar's bedroom door open. `I wonder what depraved objects they have in here! It's probably filled with their gay sex toys!'

Vera took a step into the room.

In the corner of the room, she found a pile of jeans and purple t-shirts. On the bureau she saw a tiny statue of a pyramid with hieroglyphs painted in black.

By the window she saw various spider plants, bamboo, and Coleus. Their leaves appeared well-cared for.

A large bookshelf was stocked with books.

`Hmph….I bet they're all about `the joys of gay sex' and how to corrupt the minds of decent people with their depravity.'

She looked through the titles of the books. Many of them were about ancient cultures and Ancient Egypt. She found scrolls written on papyrus.

Vera's eyes went to photo albums. `Who knows what these fruits photographed!”

She struggled with a large photo album and sat on the bed. She opened the album and it had the same picture that she saw on the entertainment center in Miranda's home. In another picture, Aten and Ryou were dancing. Vera narrowed her eyes at a picture of Aten feeding Robbie his first bite of their wedding cake. `Sickening! How could my sister be proud of him? How can she be content with what he is?'

She turned the page and Marik was standing proudly beside his son, Millennium Rod in hand.

“Hmph…..losers,” she muttered.

Vera closed the photo album and reached for another one. She opened it up and found baby pictures of the little boy. Umi was holding the baby boy in his hands with a smile.

One of the pictures captured a moment of Bakura changing the baby boy's diaper and getting peed on. The inscription below read `Another priceless moment between Grandfather and Grandson.'

She quickly flipped through the pictures until she came to a section of ultrasound pictures. Below them, Marik had written names.

Under one picture was Ryou's ultrasound with Aria. The baby was big and strong. She was captured on the ultrasound covering her face with her hand. Below was written `Aria Kanika Itemri.'

One picture had `Aten Bakari Ishtar' inscribed below. The baby was small and sucked his thumb.

Underneath one ultrasound picture was a name accompanied by Ankh symbols drawn in black marker. `Kailani Baraka Itemri. Lived 7 days….Requiescat In Pace.'

Kai's ultrasound showed the baby hiding his face like his mother did in her ultrasound.

The woman flipped through the rest. “I know they have depraved pictures in here! Sinful acts!”

She dropped the album on the bed. “Nothing.”

Her eyes floated to the side table. There, she found a dagger in a golden sheath. She reached for it with trembling hands. She removed the dagger from the sheath.

The blade had been stained red.

Her face turned pale and she dropped the dagger. Vera backed away slowly and bumped into a body behind her.

She jumped and turned to see who was standing behind her…

Marik.

Marik narrowed his eyes. “What is your business in my room, woman?”

“I…..ummm…”

“Does this look like the bathroom to you? Malik will be pissed if he sees that you pissed on his plants.”

Vera crossed her arms. “I did nothing of the kind! That is disgusting!”

“You know what's also disgusting? The way you treat your sister and her family.”

Vera snickered and raised an eyebrow. “I hardly think that you are qualified to tell me how I should treat my baby sister and her little gimp!”

Marik clenched his fists in fury. “His name is Robbie…he has a name.”

“His name shouldn't be spoken by anyone being the little cripple he is!”

“Robbie has been a friend to our family for fifteen years. I find it interesting, woman, that you mock my way of life. You hate everything I stand for. Admit it.” Marik advanced on the woman. “Tell me that I represent everything that you hate.”

Marik stood toe to toe with her, growling. “It doesn't take a rocket scientist to sense that you hate me because I'm gay. Well you know what, princess? I am bi….Bakura is bi, Malik is bi. Ryou may be gay, but he makes a much better mother than you could EVER be! I can see you scoffing at the child…laughing at him when he falls or fails. I can see you belittling him when he has tried his best. Well, you know what, lady? You've come to visit the wrong family if you think that I am going to put up with you ridiculing or abusing anyone in this family.”

Marik grabbed her hair quickly and pulled back, exposing her neck. Vera looked into his eyes with terror.

“If I hear that you have mistreated my boy, I am going to take my blade to your throat and show you your black heart before you die.”

The terrified woman swallowed hard. “You….can't…threaten me.”

“Oh really?” Marik took his nail and scratched the skin of her neck lightly. “And who do you think is going to stop me? You? The cops and their fire-sticks? No. I may not be too familiar with modern law, but what you have just done is broke the law yourself. You have no place in my private sanctuary.”

Marik released her. “Now get out of here before I really lose my temper…and the cops spend the next forty years putting you back together piece-by-piece.”

Vera scurried out of the room, her high-heels carrying her as fast as she could go.

The blond yami grinned. “I still got it.”

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Ryou hugged Aten goodbye and kissed him on the cheek. “See you later, baby. I love you.”

Aten grinned. “Love you, too, mother. Sorry that I have to leave so soon. I have to get more painting done and go to bed.”

Marik hugged Aten. “Love you, son. I'll be seeing you around.”

Vera stood outside, puffing her cigarette quickly. “Let's go, Miranda-darling!”

Miranda hugged Ryou. “Thank you so much for having us over, Ryou. Goodbye, Kai.”

Kai waved to her and hugged her leg. “Bye, nice wady!!!”

Malik hugged Aten and Robbie and sighed watching them leave. “That went well.”

Bakura turned to Marik. “You are so fucking dead for what you did to me at the dinner table.”

“Itemri, I didn't see you complaining. I know you liked it.”

Marik brought Bakura into a kiss and Kai giggled.

“My Gwand-poppies wuv eash udder!”

Aria picked her son up. “Come on, Kai-baby. Time for beddies!”

The baby kissed the adults and hugged his mother as they climbed the steps. Umi followed close behind.

Marik took Bakura's arm. “Itemri, you look exhausted. I think it's time for your beddies, too.”

Bakura raised an eyebrow. “It's seven thirty at night.”

Malik took Bakura's shoulders. “Yes, Bakura. You look exhausted! Let's tuck Bakura into bed, Marik.”

“I think that is a good idea.”

Marik quickly bent down and grabbed Bakura's legs. Malik held onto Bakura's shoulders.

“What the---?! Ishtars! What are you doing?”

“Tucking you into bed, Itemri,” Marik grinned as he carried Bakura by the ankles.

“Ryou! Do something!” Bakura screamed as the Ishtars started carrying Bakura up the steps.

Ryou shrugged and grinned. “I better supervise.”

“Super--?! What?! No! Tell them to let me go!”

Ryou grabbed Bakura's other shoulder. “Need help, Malik?”

“Hikari, you are not helping!” Bakura growled.

“Sure I am. I'm helping Malik.”

Bakura's growl resonated through the hallway.

Kai peeked his head out of the bedroom. “What you doing?”

“Tucking Bakura into bed, Little One,” Marik said. “Go see mommy.”

“Tan I help?”

Malik giggled. “No, sweetheart. Go to mommy. We can handle this.”

“Nighty-night!”

Malik kicked the door shut behind them. The three men dumped Bakura on the bed.

“Okay, Itemri. Time to get you undressed for beddies!”

“Ishtar…I'm not going to bed this earl—“

Bakura was quickly stopped by Malik kissing him on the lips. Bakura moaned as he felt the Egyptian's tongue slip between his lips. The warm, wet tongue explored inside of him slowly, stroking and rubbing against his own tongue.

The blond yami unbuttoned Bakura's shirt, kissing down the other yami's chest. When the shirt was unbuttoned, Ryou peeled the shirt off of his husband.

Bakura whimpered into Malik's mouth as he felt a pair of hands massage the front of his pants. A set of teeth nibbled on the side of his neck while an expert tongue licked his right nipple.

The tongue slowly licked the budding nipple and a light breath blew on it, making it become more pronounced.

The surrounded yami raised his hips into the hand on his pants and whimpered.

“Do you like this, Itemri?”

Bakura moaned and struggled to lift his hands. His hands reached for Marik and removed the other yami's shirt.

Marik removed Malik's shirt and kneeled between Bakura's legs. “Ryou, do you want to supervise?”

Ryou nodded and sat on the high-backed chair beside the bed.

Marik pushed Bakura back on the bed and ran his hands over his shirtless lover. “Itemri, you are so sexy on your back.”

Malik removed his own pants and straddled Bakura's stomach. “I have to agree with him, Bakura. You look good that way.”

Bakura reached up and wrapped his hands around Malik. “So do you.”

Bakura gasped as he felt his pants being unbuttoned and being slowly removed by the other Ishtar. A slow hand stroked his manhood, making him moan with anticipation.

Malik echoed Bakura's moan as the yami touched him lower, massaging his most intimate and sensitive organ.

“Marik….gods….please.”

Ryou smiled on the chair and unbuttoned his shirt. He slipped a hand under the fabric and touched his chest lightly. His thumb rolled over his nipple and he bit his lip in ecstasy.

Marik licked his lips and licked the head of the length slowly.

Bakura's breathing picked up as he tried to squirm under Malik. “Please, Ishtar….do it….”

“First you have to give me something first….then I'll do it.”

Bakura moaned and stroked Malik harder.

The blond yami grinned as he saw a small trail of fluid gather on the tip and slide down the length slowly.

Marik licked up the drops of pre-cum from the tip and kissed the hard flesh. “That's my good boy.”

Marik swallowed around Bakura, making the white-haired yami try to buck under Malik.

“Oh gods….oh gods…”

Marik held Bakura's hips down. “Easy, lover.”

“I need you, Marik.”

“Ryou? Little help?”

Ryou reached over with his free hand and grabbed a bottle of cherry lubricant. Ryou removed his shirt and his pants. After ridding himself of his pants he coated his hand with the lubricant and threw the bottle at Marik.

“Thanks, angel.”

“Any---uhh…time.”

Marik coated two fingers and slipped one digit into Bakura. //Hikari, sit up and slide back.//

Malik kneeled over Bakura and leaned down to kiss him. Malik moaned and whimpered as he felt one finger enter him.

Ryou smiled as he stroked himself. “Anxious, Marik?”

Marik pulled back from Bakura's length. “I call it `multi-tasking.'”

The white-haired hikari laughed at Marik. “I can see that.”

“Do you like what you see?”

Ryou nodded. “I do.”

Marik licked his lips as he looked at the naked Ryou. Ryou kept his attractive body. Even after twenty years passing, Marik couldn't help but be attracted to the white-haired hikari.

“Let me see if I can add to your pleasure.”

Marik added a second digit into both of his lovers, making both of them pant heavily and sweat.

Bakura desperately tried to move against the fingers brushing against his prostate.

Malik pressed back against the digit and tensed, his body leaking with desire and need.

Bakura spread his legs further apart and let the two fingers slam into him.

Brown eyes locked with the purple above him. Malik's hot breath brushed against his face.

“Marik,” Malik moaned. “You feel so good inside me….deeper…more.”

Marik added a third finger into each of them and they both trembled with building desire.

Ryou stroked himself harder as he watched the action of his husband and two lovers.

Marik covered his own arousal and threw Ryou the bottle of cherry lube. “Prepare yourself.”

Ryou blushed. He hadn't done this for anyone in a very long time. Blushing red, he covered his fingers and spread his own legs.

The blond yami swallowed around Bakura and watched Ryou slip a shy finger past his entrance.

Marik sucked hard on Bakura's length as he watched Ryou bring his finger in and out of his body.

“Ishtar….going to explode!” Bakura groaned.

Marik pulled back and removed his digits from his husband and lover. “Let's let Bakura have a breath, Malik. On your knees, Itemri.”

Bakura turned to Ryou and grinned. “Deeper, hikari…Harder.”

Ryou slipped a second finger into himself and stretched his channel wider.

Malik kneeled in front of Bakura as the yami swallowed around his length. The blond moaned and watched as his husband entered Bakura from behind.

“Gods…Itemri…so hot.”

Bakura breathed through the nose as he deep-throated Malik.

Malik thrust into Bakura's moist heat and ran his fingers through the white spiky hair.

“Come for us, Bakura,” Marik moaned as his skin collided with Bakura.

Bakura felt his lover collide with his prostate and he moaned.

Malik thrust into Bakura's heat. “Come for us, Bakura. Come on, baby.”

Bakura whimpered and felt his body shudder.

“That's it, Itemri.”

Bakura moaned around Malik's arousal, sending the blond over the edge. Bakura quickly swallowed what the Egyptian offered him.

Marik grabbed Bakura's hips and collided desperately with his prostate. “I'm so close, Itemri…”

Bakura pulled back from Malik's length. “Give it to me, Ishtar…..Come on…harder…so close.”

Marik threw his head back and tensed, filling Bakura with his release.

Marik pulled out of Bakura's body and staggered back. Ryou stood up with a pained expression on his face and handed Marik a towel.

Marik sat on the chair and began cleaning himself when his hikari stood in front of him.

“Allow me, yami.”

Malik kneeled between his yami's legs and cleaned his husband off with a towel. When Marik was cleaned off, he kissed the tip of Marik's arousal.

The hikari swallowed around his yami's arousal, making Marik moan.

“What are you doing…hikari?”

“Making sure my yami is cleaned off well.”

Malik's tongue and his motions soon awakened Marik's arousal.

Ryou crawled on top of his husband and kissed his lips, tasting Malik's essence on him.

“You taste sexy,” Ryou smiled.

Bakura moaned as he felt Ryou's arousal pressing against his entrance.

He put his arms around Ryou and flipped over, putting Ryou on his back.

Bakura kissed his husband as he slipped his arousal into Ryou's willing body. The hikari spread his legs and whimpered as the hard flesh slipped into his tight heat.

Ryou arched his back and panted as Bakura moved within him.

“Ryou, my love,” Bakura moaned as he kissed Ryou's neck. “You are so beautiful.”

“I'm glad I prepared myself then,” the hikari smiled.

“That was sexy, Ryou. You'll have to do that again sometime when it's just the two of us.”

Ryou smiled as Bakura slammed into his prostate. “Count on it.”

The Ishtars moaned across the room as Malik faced them. He slowly impaled himself on Marik's awakened arousal.

He bounced on Marik's length, forcing the yami deep inside his body.

Ryou gasped as Bakura thrust into his body.

“You okay, love?”

Ryou stroked Bakura's cheek. “I'm fine, love. I need you so badly.”

“I will always need you, my beautiful angel.”

Ryou blushed and brought Bakura into a kiss.

Bakura quickly thrust into Ryou, making the body press into the bed.

The hikari moaned into the kiss with his husband and whispered. “Coming….”

Ryou arched his back and spilled his release between he and his husband.

“Ryou….gods….so beautiful!”

Bakura pressed his lips to Ryou and thrust into him. Ryou felt a wave of warm release spill into him.

The Ishtars watched the Itemris' climax and moaned.

“Marik…coming!”

Malik tensed and released into Marik's hand that was stroking him.

Marik held Malik against him and released inside of his husband.

Marik licked his fingers free of Malik's release and kissed Malik's neck.

“Love you, hikari.”

Malik sighed. “Love you, too, yami.”

Ryou giggled. “I'm glad I could supervise.”

Bakura smiled and planted a gentle kiss on Ryou's lips. “There's always room for one more, Ryou.”

 

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