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Malik arched, squeezing his ass as he thrust deeper into Bakura's mouth. The way Bakura could drop his lips to Malik's base and swallow him whole always impressed Malik, and drove him wild. He glanced between his legs. Gripping the top of Bakura's hair, Malik tugged for both more control of Bakura's bobs and a better view.
Bakura was a mess: dark complexion rosy, silver hair strewn about, scars dappled in sweat. He was trying to treat Malik, show love and comfort in the way Bakura did best—raw action. Candles and mis-matched Christmas lights wove throughout the room. The scent of massage oil lingered on Malik’s skin. The surround sound thrummed with Malik’s favorite fool-around playlist. And Bakura was on his hands and knees, sucking Malik with 100% of the zealous fanatic energy Bakura brought to all his passion projects.
But Malik couldn’t take it anymore. While he loved being pampered, Bakura looked too damn good to just lie back and let his orgasm sweep him away. He wanted to take his pleasure, and take it directly from Bakura’s body. Malik sat up.
“Your back.” Bakura winced as if he’d fucked up. “Am I taking too long?”
“Not at all.” Malik laughed, cupping Bakura’s face. “I want you.”
“Irresistible, am I?” Bakura smirked, his lips were gleaming and swollen with friction.
“You sure as fuck are.” Malik growled, drawing the shape of Bakura’s mouth with his thumb.
“How do you want me?” Bakura crawled closer.
“On your back.” Malik shoved Bakura against the mattress and hovered over him so their lips brushed. “And where I can look at you.”
“I am pretty nice to look at.” Bakura lidded his eyes, his legs splaying wide. “And I could stare at you all night long.”
“But you won’t. You always close your eyes at the end.” Malik licked up Bakura’s chest.
Grabbing the lube, Malik slipped a finger into Bakura. He sucked on Bakura's skin, marking him as he eased his finger in and out. Bakura squirmed, already wanting more. Malik added a second finger to speed up the prepping process. A few playful licks to his dick had Bakura whimpering, and Malik delighted in the sound. The more Bakura unraveled, the more Malik wanted him until he couldn't take it and he was drowning his cock in lube.
"Malik…Malik…Malik!" Bakura shouted between gasps of breath.
Malik slid home, sighing in ecstasy. Bakura’s mouth opened in a silent scream as Malik brushed his prostate. Teasingly, Malik smirked and hovered his mouth just out of reach of Bakura’s parted lips. Easing backward, Malik’s eyes rolled in pleasure before he rocked forward, ghosting his lips not-quite against Bakura’s again. Their noses brushed together as Malik rocked. His stomach rubbed against Bakura’s cock, making him twitch. Malik forfeited, allowing their mouths to lock together in a lingering kiss as they hitched. They didn’t break until they needed to gasp. Fumbling, Bakura grabbed Malik’s ass with both hands and pulled him deeper, desperate. Malik sped into a moderate pace, giving Bakura what he wanted.
"Nggh!" Bakura muffled the noise by hiding in the crook of Malik's neck.
"You feel so good." Malik purred into Bakura's hair to fluster him even more.
"Malik—more—gimme more."
"Want me to touch you?" Malik kissed Bakura's jaw.
"Mmmm!"
Malik fisted Bakura’s shaft. He caressed his thumb along the slit of Bakura’s cockhead and nibbled on his neck.
“I love holding onto you,” Malik whispered.
“Malik,” Bakura murmured.
Bakura squeezed Malik’s ass, hiked his hips, and whimpered as his pleasure climbed. With Bakura pulling and jerking, Malik couldn’t resist hitching faster, allowing his cock to ram as deeply as he could reach. They both shut their eyes and moved, lost in their personal paradises of pleasure. In the last moment, Malik’s body always demanded his full attention. More, more, more! His nerves ordered even as Bakura screamed the exact same words into the air around them, and Malik was a puppet to both commands. He held back only enough to feel Bakura shudder in orgasm, and then gave into the last, savage thrusts until his body tensed and he came with stars bursting behind his closed eyelids. With loud, heaving breaths, they lay side by side, limp and arms draped wherever they landed.
“Fuck. That was good.” Bakura exhaled.
“Absolutely.” Malik grinned, admiring Bakura’s starry hair and blown-out eyes.
“How are you?” Bakura cupped Malik’s face, brushing his thumbs along Malik’s cheekbones.
“Good.”
The first time Malik spoke, the word was meant to assure Bakura, but as Malik thought of what he was saying…he realized the depth of truth in the word. Sitting upright, Malik glanced around the room: candles, lights, bed-rumpled Bakura beside him.
“I’m honestly really good.”
“Okay.” Bakura exhaled in relief. “But if you need anything in the upcoming days. It’s yours. Okay?”
“Giving me the world on a platter, are you?” Malik giggled, giddy from afterglow.
“Of course.” Bakura smirked.
“You know what?” Malik stood. Usually he’d pass out after a romp like that, but he was full of energy. “I do need something—I want to go on vacation.”
“In December?” Bakura sat up.
“Yes.” Malik clapped his hands once. The sound echoed over the soft music. “I want to spend my birthday sipping a brightly colored drink with a paper umbrella sticking out of the glass. I want to sit under the sky, and listen to music, and dance until midnight. Fuck it! Let’s go right now. We’ll just toss some shit in a suit case, buy a plane ticket on our way to the airport, and go wherever the fuck we end up.”
“Sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.” Bakura grabbed their luggage from the closet and tossed the suitcases onto the bed. “So, obviously, I’m in.”
***
Bakura entered the hotel room first so he could flick on all the lights before Malik stepped inside. Malik had paid an exorbitant amount for the penthouse suit at the top of the Metaverse Hotel. The room had a living room, kitchen, and balcony pool with a hot tub. The bathroom alone was the size of a regular hotel room with a jacuzzi tub beside a crystal hewn shower. The master suit had only a single bed—it was the new Chaos Emperor mattress set up, a bed so huge it could fit Seto Kaiba’s ego and still have room for a friend or two. Bakura ran and leapt onto the mattress, bouncing into the pillow-like softness.
“Malik,” Bakura whined. “We need one for the house. Gods, so comfy.”
“We already have a mattress worth 400,000 yen.” Malik lay beside Bakura. His eyes widened. “Holy shit. Is this what unconditional love feels like?”
“So…?” Bakura laughed. “Buy me one?”
“Yeah.” Malik sighed. “Once we get back I’ll order one.”
“I love having a sugar daddy.” Bakura pulled Malik into his arms and kissed him.
They melted into several long, sweeping kisses, before Bakura pulled away.
“You still up for this? Because I’ll drag our shit down all 100 flights of steps and shove the suitcases into the first uber if you’ve changed your mind.”
“Oh hell no. Did you see some of the rides in this place? This is going to be amazing. And I think I saw advertising for a huge live action Monster World campaign? Can’t wait to chug a bottle of mead and see what absolute fucking trouble you get us into during that.”
“Oh fuck, I didn’t even see the Monster World signs.” Bakura grew thoughtful. “Ryou’s going to throw a fit once I send him pictures.”
“Yeah, I guess the only problem with doing things spur of the moment is that we didn’t have time to invite—”
“Hold on.” Bakura leapt to his feet when he heard voices.
Barefoot, he crept to the doorway—his knife’s blade reflecting the light overhead. Before he could see the intruders, or even make out the words they spoke, the hair on the back of Bakura’s neck prickled with the familiarity of the tone. He burst from his hiding place into the living room.
“Bakura?” Ryou blinked at him as if he were still a spirit possessing the Ring. “What are you doing in our hotel room?”
“This is our hotel room.” Bakura scowled. “Malik rented it last night.”
“Oh dear.” Ryou sighed.
“Suppose Ryou Bakura and Kek Bakura, and Malik Ishtar and Bakura Ishtar, was a little too confusing for the people at the desk.” Kek stood beside Ryou, his arms full of luggage.
“Well, we were here frist.” Bakura stuck out his tongue at them.
“Well, we reserved this suit six months ago.” Ryou stuck out his tongue in return. “So technically, it’s been ours longer.”
“You here for the Monster World event?” Bakura asked, remembering what Malik was saying before he heard the intruders.
“Of course. Why else would we be here?”
“Bakura? Who are you talking to?” Malik walked into the living room, his eyes widening when he saw Kek and Ryou. “Speak of the devil.”
“Hello.” Kek winked at Malik.
“Are you here for the Monster World event?” Malik asked.
“Why else would we be here?” Ryou stomped his foot. “This place is swarming. I don’t think there are any other rooms available even if we wanted to concede—which I don’t. We planned this as a special trip months ago.”
“I don’t see any problem—we’ll share.” Malik shrugged. “They have a fucking Chaos Emperor bed in there. We can all have our own zip code in that bed. Besides, we shared bodies before. Sharing a hotel room should be easy.”
“Hey Malik?” Kek narrowed his gaze. “Um…are you okay? I mean, we’re here because Ryou and I wanted to do something incredible for my birthday, but you usually locked yourself in a tanning bed and…” Kek gestured with his hands. “You know. Basically the exact opposite of a vampire in his coffin, trying to burn your fucking bones with artificial sunlight until new years.”
“Not this year.” Malik marched in front of Kek. “This year I’m taking a page from your book and having fun.”
“Really?” Kek set down their luggage.
“Yes.” Malik hugged himself. “It’s fucking time, you know? I’ve been upset about the past for so long that I keep eating up my present, and I deserve more than that.”
“Dammit, you do! That’s what I tried to tell you the first year I was back.” Kek rocked them back and forth as they embraced.
“Well, I wasn’t ready to listen to you until now.” Malik smiled at him.
“Better late than never.” Kek’s expression grew soft…tender. “We haven’t formed a team yet for our campaign. Want to register together? The event goes from the 22nd-23rd.”
“48 hours of nonstop RPG madness.” Ryou made a chef’s kiss gesture with his fingers.
“I don’t know…Bakura, would you want to role play for 48 hours non-stop?” Malik smirked.
“I am so hard right now.” Bakrua licked his knife for dramatics before slipping it back into his pocket.
"Sounds like the perfect way to celebrate our birthday." Malik bumped his nose against Kek's.
"Careful." Kek giggled, cheeks flushed. "That was almost a kiss."
"Well…it is practically our birthday." Malik tilted his face.
"True," Kek whispered, lips hoving just out of reach.
Bakura saw his own shock and excitement mirrored in Ryou's face. They both watched, holding their breaths and waiting for the show of their lives—when the door opened and two more people walked in. Bakura almost threw his knife; he only stopped because he recognized the firecracker hair.
"Um…huh. There seems to be a horrible mistake." Yugi scanned the four people already in the room.
"That's what the people in front of us were complaining about," Atem whispered in Yugi's ear. "Apparently some glitch made the hotel double book several rooms, but with the tournament and some sort of cosplay event going on, there's hardly a bathroom free, let alone another room."
"Triple booked in our case." Malik shot Yugi and Atem with an annoyed glance. Kek glared at them with murderous intent, but it was Ryou who snapped.
"It's not a cosplay event. It's the biggest live action Monster World campaign in history, and we rented this room six months ago."
"Too bad." Atem flashed his usual I've won smirk. "We reserved this room a year ago when Seto first announced the partner's dueling tournament."
"Well I own 3% of Metaverse stock, and can have the CEO on the phone in minutes to get security to kick you to the curb, so wipe that shit-eating grin off your face, Atem, because what is a pharaoh compared to a shareholder?"
"Malik, please." Yugi's shoulders slumped. "We'll sleep on the floor, but don't kick us out. We have nowhere else to go."
Malik locked gazes with Bakura. Bakura's stomach fluttered. He'd been with Malik for years, but Malik still had the power to warm Bakura's cheeks and send his heart skipping.
But that wasn't the matter at hand. Bakura turned to the travel rumpled ex-foes at the door. Yugi gave them huge, violet puppy eyes, and Atem was already trying to pull Yugi out the door because he was sure Bakura would throw that knife afterall.
"It's your birthday." Bakura shook his head. "Whatever you want, king. I'm not holding back on the birthday blowjobs, however, so y'all've been warned."
"How do you feel about birthday blowjobs, Kek?" Malik teased, but there was an exciting implication in his words.
"I'm a fan." Kek bit his bottom lip.
Malik kept his gaze trained on Kek, but spoke to the room. "Honestly, I don't care who stays and who goes. But I'm here to have a good time, and I'm not going to be polite to accommodate anyone. As Bakura aptly put it: y'all've been warned."
With that, Malik dipped Kek low and claimed a lingering series of kisses from his mouth. Bakura audibly moaned at the sight. Kek submitted to the kiss so thoroughly one would think he was shot with a tranquilizer. This was obviously something they'd both yearned for for years, and now they couldn't stop as they held each other's backs to keep from crashing to the ground.
"I, uh, think we need ice." Atem grabbed the ice bucket and scurried away to avoid staring.
Yugi, however, did not try to hide his stare at all. He watched with the fascination of a connoisseur appreciating the rich hues of a just poured burgundy. Malik and Kek parted, stood upright, and held each other's faces, grinning.
"Happy birthday," Kek whispered.
"Happy birthday." Malik kissed Kek on the forehead where the Eye of Wadjet once burned.
"I'm fucking stoked we're celebrating together for the first time ever." Kek's face scrunched into an adorable grin.
"Are we going to be in the way?" Yugi sighed. "Because I'm sure we can force Seto to find somewhere for us—"
"I really don't mind." Malik shrugged. “You can stay if you’ll be comfortable with our shenanigans.”
"But there's only one bed." Bakura winked.
"Oh yeah. You said it was a Chaos Emperor. C'mon, Yugi, let's check it out." Ryou grabbed his hand and dragged him into the bedroom.
All five up then jumped onto the living fucking cloud of a mattress stretching from almost wall to wall. They laughed as they bounced on the memory foam. Settling in, everyone found a spot to stretch out.
"Oh my gods, it's so big." Yugi ran his hands across the sheets.
"Doesn't it feel good?" Bakura purred as he rolled. There was plenty of room despite everyone laying down.
"Aibou!" Atem burst into the room, flushed and clutching the ice bucket. “What are you doing?”
"Atem, try the bed." Yugi made a c'mere gesture at him.
"Oh, oh…th-there's only one bed?" Atem set the ice bucket on the floor, but didn't move to join them.
"Afraid so." Malik spread out like an angel. “What a shame. We’ll all have to pile in.”
“Roll with it, as the TTRPG gamers say.” Kek snickered.
"I, suppose we could take the sofas." Atem glanced away.
"It's not the first sleepover we've had together, Atem," Ryou encouraged. "Jump in. This is fun!"
"Malik sounded pretty serious about birthday blowjobs. I don't want to get in the way." Atem fidgeted with a turquoise bracelet dangling from his wrist.
"If I were you, I'd worry more about being in the splash zone than in the way." Bakura laughed, making a crude gesture before spreading out his fingers. "Unless you're into that sort of thing."
"You're such talk." Ryou smacked the bed. "I don't believe you'll be half as boisterous as you say. Watch, you'll be hiding under the blankets in the corner like teenagers during their first band camp."
"That is a weirdly specific scenario for someone who never went to band camp?" Bakura scrunched his face.
"I've heard some crazy stories from Mai." Ryou shrugged. "My point is: your bark is bigger than your bite."
"What am I supposed to do? Suck Malik's dick right and now to prove a point?"
"We could make it a race." Kek sat up, licking his lips.
"Okay. We need to go." Atem's voice was little more than a squeak. “Now. Um. Definitely time to duel, or something. Anything else, really.”
"What's the matter, Atem? Afraid you'd lose?" Bakura lidded his gaze.
"Against you? There's no way!" Atem balled his hands into fists. "Yugi and I share an inseparable bond! Our intimacy is limitless."
"You tell them, Atem." Yugi smiled. "And I'm willing to prove it, if you are."
"Wait, what?" Atem's eyes grew round.
"You two do have the unofficial advantage of having shared a body." Ryou tapped a finger to his lips in thought. "Although Atem's visibly nervous, so he might end up with performance anxiety which would skew the results. Either way, it’ll be interesting to see who wins."
"I'm not nervous." Atem puffed out to his full height—which was less than everyone else in the room. He marched toward the bed. "I was trying to be polite, but if everyone else wants a race, then we'll prove as partners we can't be matched!"
Atem tugged open his shirt. The buttons slipped free as he pulled the cloth away with a flourish of his wrist. The colorful fabric rose and fluttered to the ground. Yugi's eyes lit up in delight as he wiggled out of his pants.
“Well, this escalated quickly. What a great vacation.” Bakura crawled to where Malik lay.
“What if I want to relax and enjoy this instead of rushing?” Malik whispered against Bakura’s lips.
“What is a pharaoh compared to a shareholder? And what is a victory compared to your slightest pleasure?” Bakura hovered his mouth over Malik’s. “You know this week is all about giving you everything you want.”
“I want to enjoy this.” Malik laced his hand with Bakura’s.
Occasionally, their mouths touched and separated, but they spent most of their time reveling in their shared space. Atem glanced at them in shock before blushing and turning toward Yugi.
“They’re probably tricking us.” Yugi beckoned Atem closer. “If we take our time, they’ll rush and laugh because they won. Don’t pay them any mind.”
“This isn’t about you.” Malik laughed as he and Bakura traced their fingers over their bodies and continued to take tastes from each other’s lips without indulging for too long before pulling away and teasing each other further.
“If it’s a race, then It’s about winning.” Atem gave Yugi a single nod before kissing him deeply.
“You know, we’re in the room too.” On the other side of Malik and Bakura, Kek slipped out of his clothes.
“Don’t forget, they’re not your only opponents.” Ryou pounced on top of Kek. Both of them giggled as Ryou nipped at Kek's neck and collar bone.
"Devour me," Kek moaned and puffed out his chest.
Ryou maintained eye contact as his tongue flicked Kek's nipple. Kek brushed loose strands of Ryou's white hair away from his face.
Atem, however, began at Yugi's calves and kissed his way higher. There was a reverence to his movements. Yugi's eyes glazed with desire as he watched Atem rise to Yugi's thigh.
While Ryou dropped down and Atem inched upward…Bakura and Malik were ignoring both of the other groups and kissing as if they had all afternoon. Bakura mouthed I love you against Malik's lips. Malik hitched his hips upward, lazily grinding their jeans together. Bakura sighed, parting his mouth. Malik licked along Bakura's bottom lip, then the top.
"You'll never win like that." Yugi gave them a breathless chuckle.
Bakura flipped them off before twining his fingers in Malik's hair. When he was with Malik, there was no time. Bakura didn't care about winning. As long as Malik had the best birthday of his life, there was no way Bakura could lose. He mouthed I love you against Malik's lips a second time. Malik moaned and pulled Bakura closer for their first deep kiss.
"Who cares? Watching them is hot as fuck." Kek gasped as Ryou grabbed his base. Kek tangled his fingers into Ryou's hair. "Watching you is also hot, cream puff."
"Ah!" Yugi tossed his head backward as Atem lowered his mouth to Yugi's base. "Atem! Yes! Mmm!"