Bakura grinned from his position behind Malik's hips, licking his lips at the feeling of being inside the Egyptian again. He lifted one of his hands from the dark hip and rubbed the lower back. After that, he moved his hand back and went back to pumping inside Malik, growing harder and harder. Ryou took his invitation and pulled off his shirts before climbing up on the bed and throwing his leg over Malik's back, sitting down in the hole of it.

"Oh come on," Malik sputtered, bringing his head back and taking his mouth off of Mariku's length. "You have to get Ryou involved, too?"

"Shut up," Bakura snapped back, licking the corner of his mouth. Ryou laughed a bit to himself, but paused it when he caught his yami's gaze directly in his own. He smiled gently and grabbed onto Malik hips, using them for support while he rocked his hips forward and back. The strength of the body under him was enough for him. He felt a whimper escape his lips as he felt the throbbing start at his front.

Mariku's hands snaked through Malik's hair, grabbing a handful of it and forcing Malik's mouth back over his head. Malik growled a bit in response, shoving his tongue forward and running it over the underside of his yami's head. Mariku could only grin, giving his hikari's head a light push.

"Why did you hide this persona so much, Malik? I like it."

"Y-Yami," Ryou moaned, his face warm. He tried to lift his head, but he couldn't pull it off. He knew Malik had started moving against him and it was almost too much.

"What is it, Ryou," Bakura seethed, pulling Malik's hips back on his length. He was hardly paying any attention to his hikari, and he honestly didn't care what he had to say. He felt his eyes roll back a bit, adjusting himself properly to hit against the bundle of nerves inside.

Malik cried out from the other side, giving Mariku clear entrance to force himself further into Malik's throat. The hikari whimpered a bit, swallowing around the length, causing Mariku to groan in a twisted pleasure.

Ryou moaned a bit more, feeling his breath pick up to a pant. He dug his front further into Malik's back feeling his arms begin to shake. "Will w-we get to... ah... do t-this more often?" he choked, moving his hands desperately to unzip his fly.

Bakura gave him an odd look, panting a bit as his hips slowed. He forced a smile and leaned forward, giving Ryou a rough kiss. The hikari fought against it, falling forward and wrapping his arms around Bakura's neck. The yami was a bit shocked, but he didn't fight. He continued slamming against Malik as his tongue pushed past Ryou's lips.

"God that's hot," Mariku noted as his hands continued to search through Malik's head. He watched Ryou and Bakura with wide eyes, tempted to start helping himself off. But for now he focused on Malik. He forced himself further and further into the hikari's throat, not giving his breathing pattern a second thought.

Malik shuddered and quaked, trying desperately to breathe around him yami. It wasn't easy. And as Bakura's hand coiled around his own member, he found it even harder. He knew his release was close, but he also knew the other two needed to get off before he did, or else they would abuse him even more. Malik hardly saw how it was fair that he was getting his treatment. Sure, he was using and abusing them, but they deserved it. They were idiots for falling for it in the first place.

Ryou didn't expect it, but he ended up being the first to come. He hadn't even managed to get his pants off before he did. His cries clouded into Bakura's mouth, pouring down his throat. Ryou collapsed forward, panting thoroughly against his yami's chest. His body felt so hot despite that, and the movement he found so pleasurable a moment ago was beginning to burn and sting. He managed to roll off of Malik, landing on his back and closing his eyes. Ryou never knew something so simple could have such an effect on him.

The sight and sound of Ryou made Bakura next on the list. He watched as his hikari toppled over and his body immediately began to shudder. His bit hard on his lip, trying desperately to last longer, but he couldn't manage it. He held back a shout as he pushed one last thrust forward, getting as deep as he could before releasing. He trembled a bit as he continued to chew on his bottom lip, whimpering in the back of his throat. After he did he pulled out, flopping to the side to face Ryou. Ryou was already almost asleep laying there, so Bakura pet back a bit of his hair before closing his own eyes.

Mariku smirked watching the two across from him collapse. How pathetic. "Aww," he mocked, petting through Malik's hair. "How cute." His grip got harsher along with his grin, moving to grab Malik's head with both hands, thrusting into his throat. "How come you can't make me come, you slut?" Despite saying this, he knew it wasn't going to be long until he did. Malik didn't fight Mariku's thrusts, so it was easy for the yami to get the exact pleasure he wanted. So as his head managed to slip into Malik's throat, he threw his head back, pulling out to thoroughly cover Malik's face.

Unlike Ryou, Malik was used to this happening to him so he simple fell on his knees and sat up, panting for a minute. "You guys are ass holes," he snapped reaching for the sheets. After he cleaned off his face, he licked his lips and glared at them. Mariku was sitting back against the headboard now, his arms behind his head. "Now who's getting me off?"

"Why not ask your bubbly side?" Ryou suggested sarcastically, managing to break an eye open. Bakura burst out laughing and rolled on his back, and even Mariku let out a chuckle.

"Yeah, I bet he would just love to suck you off, fag," Bakura added, yawning. Malik pouted and flopped over, snatching a pillow and hugging it close.

"I hate you guys."

"Good," Mariku snickered, closing his eyes. "You shouldn't have cleaned off your face. You looked like a proper whore."

"Shut up, Mariku," Bakura growled, shaking his head. "You've slept with all three of us."

"So have you, Yami," Ryou smirked, giving him a thoughtful glance.

"Yeah, well, Ryou was the one we both got within the first 12 hours of living together," Malik added, yawning. Bakura threw his foot down and kicked Malik in the face, leaving it down in his space, forcing Malik to crawl upwards.

"Asshole."

"Sorry, my leg must have slipped."

"Would you guys shut up. I'm trying to sleep."

"Mm," Ryou finished, closing his eyes and letting his face heat. "Good night, everyone."

Author's Note: It's finished. It's short and lame, but it's finished. My first bloody foursome. You losers better appreciate it and give me plentiful reviews. = = Butchyeah. There you have it. Change of Plans is finished. () So put me on your author alerts to get the first chapter of the sequel, "A New Intruder". Akefiiaaaa fsfidsighds. -grins- I'll shut up now.

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