Hey; sorry for the delay. I moved up to the university this week and it's been a bit of a mess. The accommodation has carpets which I'm not used to and is really musty, and I have a fucking AWFUL allergy to dust and was pre-asthmatic so that's not a fun time for me. But on the other hand, my roommates are really cool  and are the type of people that don't tire me out. Plus so far I've been cooking okay-ish and not eating too many sweets so that's good. Orientation week is going well too but I won't be able to change my name until January, so that's irritating, but I'll get there. Anyway, here's the chapter. It's really just badly written, dorky smut, so if you want to skip it, that's cool. There's only a minor plot point, and that's explained later tbh. Enjoy!

 CW: NSFW, hints at self harm, scarring.

They stumbled into their hotel room in a fit of tipsy giggles, Ryou trying to shush them all though he was the one laughing the hardest. Bakura clutched a bottle of half-drunk prosecco in one hand, and held Malik's arm with the other to stay balanced. He couldn't hold his alcohol to save his life.

"You're all terrible," Ryou laughed as he closed the door. "God, I can't believe you stole the fucking unicorn."

Bakura snickered, doubling over. Malik had to help him up again. "Come on. It looked nice." He pulled the cheap, golden unicorn figure from his pocket and set it proudly on their nightstand. "Besides, he was overcharging by like... five dollars."

"True." Ryou checked the distance between himself and the bed before leaping back onto it. He landed on the blanket with another laugh.

Malik flopped onto the bed with him, grinning, and Mehi and Bakura quickly joined them. Bakura took a swig of prosecco and passed it on to Mehi. "So what'd you think of your first pride?"

Malik shook his head, grin only growing. He ran a hand up through his hair. "Fucking amazing."

"Yeah?" Mehi smiled and passed him the bottle. He nodded and took a swig. "Favourite part?"

"Mm- definitely gay Mario." Ryou answered for him.

Malik almost sputtered. As it was, he coughed as he lowered the bottle and had to wait a moment before he could speak. "No way. Mario wearing a rainbow flag as a promotion for a shitty capitalist company at pride was not the best part."

"Yes it was." Ryou stole the bottle and took a far more generous swig than his partners had. He apparently had a much higher alcohol tolerance than they did. "For me anyway."

Bakura's nose scrunched. "Nah. I'm surprised you didn't think those bubble waffles were better."

Ryou paused. "Okay. Okay, you've got me. Pride sweets are far better."

"There we go." Bakura leaned over and took the bottle back. "Christ, Ryou, you fucking drained it." He held the bottle over his mouth and let the last bit drip down onto his tongue. He swallowed and set the bottle on the bedside table. "No, best bit was that whole-" He waved his hand. "-area of protesters. Fucking pricks nearly shit themselves when they saw me with the red eye contacts in. Ah, fuck I wish one of them said something about me going to hell. Could've told them I was running it."

Malik pursed his lips. He hadn't been a fan of the protesters and had nearly gotten himself into trouble demanding that the police officers do their job and get them out of there. Thankfully, Ryou had more impulse control than Bakura and stopped him.

"I preferred that cinema we saw," Mehi admitted. "You know, the old-timey one with all the queer films on for the day. That was nice."

"I think I got a photo." Bakura searched one pocket for his phone. "Fuck it's in my bag. Ah, it can wait until tomorrow."

"I liked just... sitting in the park," Malik mumbled. Bakura paused and turned his head towards him. "When we had all the pride stuff on but we weren't marching or anything, just... chatting and making weird jokes and shit. It felt normal and good."

Mehi slipped her hand into his and gave it a squeeze. "Yeah. It can get a bit overwhelming sometimes."

"No, it wasn't even that." Malik shook his head. "It felt normal." He knew he was repeating himself, but he didn't care. "No one was looking at us weirdly or... no one even mentioned Bakura in a skirt."

"Correction." Bakura held up a finger. "Several people loved it and wanted to know where the fuck I got it because of the pockets."

"Exactly." Malik smiled. "It felt normal and I liked it."

Ryou sighed, but it sounded light, and sure enough, when Malik looked, he was smiling. "I liked that too."

Bakura held his arm up, examining the rainbow bracelet he had bought earlier that day. "It was pretty nice," he admitted, "if you're into that."

"Don't try to deny you are," Mehi snorted and pushed his braid out of the way to kiss his neck.

Bakura grinned. "Maybe but I'm much more into you kissing my neck." Marik's breath slowed but he tried to make it seem normal.

Mehi smirked and twisted so that she was leaning over Bakura. Her hijab was still in place, but it was loose and hung around her face. "Yeah?"

Bakura hummed in agreement, hands moving to hold her waist. Malik swallowed as Mehi leaned down and pressed their lips together. Bakura groaned and tugged at her lower lip, impatient as ever. Mehi huffed as her hijab hit Bakura's cheek, and she reached up, trying to pull it free. "Ah, fuck-" She winced and pulled back. "I don't know why I thought that would work."

Malik couldn't help but laugh. "Need some help there?"

Mehi grinned at him. "In more ways than one."

Malik swallowed but he had already committed to at least this, so he climbed over to her and helped her work the pins and cloth out of her hair. It hung down around her shoulders in a wavy mess by the time they were done. Bakura huffed. "I think I preferred you kissing me to this."

"I can help with that." Ryou leaned in and turned Bakura's head to face him before kissing him. Malik's hands stilled in Mehi's hair as he watched them. They were both as impatient as each other, nipping at each others' lips, grabbing hair.

Malik found himself releasing a breath he didn't know he'd been holding as Mehi shifted to face him. "You okay?" She murmured.

"Yeah." His voice was breathy. "I just- I haven't exactly-" He'd only had one boyfriend. They were both in the closet at the time, anxious, and paranoid. He'd had a girlfriend too, but neither of them had been quite ready for a relationship at the time and nothing had happened. Nothing like this anyway. Nothing with four people or that involved more than oral.

"That's fine." She smiled and her hands ran up his legs to his hips. "But are you comfortable doing this? We can slow down, or do something else-"

"You can do something else," Bakura panted. "I'm staying right here." Ryou's face was hidden in his neck now, and judging from his groans, he really hadn't been lying about being into having his neck kissed. Or bitten, in this case.

Mehi hit his leg with the back of her hand. "Ignore him. Seriously."

"I'm fine." Malik's arms wound around her neck. "Really." He still hesitated. Should he just do something? It felt like he should. He slowly leaned in, but it was Mehi who pulled him into her lap and kissed him. He eagerly returned it. When he thought about it, kissing felt weird, but he definitely enjoyed it. Mehi's hands ran back down to his legs, and as he nipped at her lip the same way Bakura had with Ryou, she squeezed his thighs.

His stomach rolled but he tried to appear more confident than he felt as his tongue darted into her mouth. He could still hear Bakura groaning in the background, but Mehi moved slowly. Just as Malik's hands slid down to her waist, trying to find the hem of her shirt, something landed on their heads.

Mehi grunted and jerked back, and a shirt fell into Malik's lap. "The fuck Bakura?"

Malik had to cover his own mouth to hide a laugh. Bakura glanced over at them, now shirtless, and flipped them off. Ryou was grinning, but at least he had the decency to mouth a small apology.

Mehi rolled her eyes and threw the shirt back at Bakura. Bakura just caught it and dumped it over the side of the bed, and Ryou began to kiss down his chest. "Get over here and you won't be hit by flying clothes."

Mehi glanced at Malik, who just grinned at her. "Can't let him be the only one shirtless."

Mehi snorted and shook her head. "You're both way too competitive."

Malik hummed and found the bottom of her shirt. "Yeah, but you'd be bored if we weren't."

She raised her arms and let him pull it off. "I don't know about that."

"Ah, you would be." Bakura lazily flipped her off. Mehi ignored him and pulled Malik's shirt over his head.

He was a little nervous about being shirtless. Mehi had abs to die for and Bakura was lithe from dancing. He wasn't out of shape, but they were textbook models. Mehi cupped his face and kissed him again. "Fuck, you're gorgeous."

Malik chuckled and ran his hands through her hair. The curls were still tight against her head, and he brushed some out with his fingers. "I think you're talking about yourself, honey."

"Stop being cheesy shits and get over here so I can fucking ravish one of you," Bakura complained. "Or you can ravish me. Either way."

Malik snorted and shook his head. He climbed off Mehi's lap and over to Ryou. "Why would we reward you when Ryou's the one doing all the work?" He chuckled, looking over Bakura.

Ryou pushed himself up, grinning. "I like that plan."

"Wait, no that's not a plan." Bakura scowled. "God damn it."

Mehi snickered as she brushed Ryou's hair out of the way to get at his neck. "That's what you get for throwing clothes over us."

"Oh come on. I wore heels all day."

Mehi raised an eyebrow and shook her head. "Yeah, you don't get sympathy from me on that."

"I'll give you a little," Ryou laughed, leaning down. As Mehi kissed and nibbled his neck, he made his way down Bakura's stomach. Bakura's breath hitched.

Malik kissed the other side of Ryou's neck and toyed with the bottom of his shirt. "Can I take this off?"

Ryou hesitated. "Yeah," he finally decided, sitting up again, and pulled it off himself. Underneath, a half-tank binder covered his chest. "But I'm leaving the binder on."

"That's fine," Malik assured him, leaning in to kiss his cheek. Ryou smiled at him. He had probably been wearing the binder for more than twelve hours, but they could convince him to wear his sports bra or something for a few days afterwards. He didn't start work until the week after anyway.

He continued kissing down Bakura's stomach as Mehi bit his neck. Malik finally moved back up to Bakura, who huffed. "About time."

"Yeah, shut it." Malik grabbed his hair and pressed their lips together. Bakura didn't complain at the tug, only groaning into the kiss. Good, his theory had worked out.

Ryou moaned and Malik glanced over at him to see Mehi had one hand down his pants already. His fingers gripped Bakura's belt for a second and he started to undo it before pausing. "Shit." He glanced over towards the bags. "Did anyone pack any lube?"

Malik paused. He hadn't even thought of it. The blank look on Mehi's face told him she was in the same predicament, and Bakura covered his face, cursing. He huffed and lowered his hands. "Okay there's a shop across the road. Who's going to get some?"

"Nope." Ryou shook his head. "No way. I'm not moving."

"I'm wearing a skirt." Bakura gestured to the skirt. "And pride is technically over. So no."

"You could just change it," Malik pointed out.

Bakura glanced up at him. "Yeah right. I look fucking good in this and I'm not losing it until someone takes it off."

Mehi glanced at Malik but shook her head. "Okay so we're not making Malik go-"

"I would," Bakura supplied.

"-and Bakura won't."

Ryou paused. "I should take off my binder."

"You're not taking it off," Mehi scoffed.

"I'm shirtless."

"So am I!" She pointed to her chest.

Ryou stood up and stripped down to his boxers. "I'm pantsless."

Despite the blood rushing to Malik's groin, he was struggling not to laugh at the hilarity of the situation. Mehi reached around, struggling to unhook her bra. She quickly yanked it off and folded her arms, smirking at Ryou.

"You know," Bakura drawled, "if you ran, you'd probably be back in less time than you've already spent arguing."

Ryou looked at her. "I'm not moving."

Mehi gave a long, suffering sigh. "Fine, I guess I'll just... spend twenty minutes putting my hijab back on-"

"Oh fine!" Ryou huffed and pulled his pants back on. Malik snorted and hid his face in Bakura's shoulder, shaking his head. He looked up in time to see Ryou yank his shoes on and dart outside.

Mehi covered her mouth, grinning. "That was mean."

"Fuck yeah it was," Bakura cackled. "And it was perfect too. Fuck I wish I recorded that!"

Malik pushed himself back up. "He's going to sprint there and back isn't he?"

Bakura looked at the door. "He'd better fucking not." His smile was gone, and Malik remembered the binder.

"He'll be fine." He leaned in and kissed Bakura's forehead, then his neck, then his chest. Bakura hitched up and Malik pinched his nipple, earning a low groan.

Mehi climbed onto the bed again and knelt between Bakura's legs. "So you were saying about not wanting this off?" She gave the leather skirt a tug.

Bakura lifted his legs. "Fuck, take it off-"

"But you said you didn't want to."

"I swear to God, Mehi-"

Malik reached down and unbuckled Bakura's belt. Mehi rolled her eyes. "Well it's no fun when you do it like that," she huffed, but when no one replied, she unzipped Bakura's skirt and pulled it away.

Malik tried not to let his eyes wander down their bodies, but it wasn't working. Bakura smirked at him. "You know you can look, right?"

Malik's cheeks flushed. "Oh shut up."

"I'm just saying."

"Okay, if you want to be like that." He twisted so his back was facing Bakura and he pressed his lips to Mehi's. A pleased hum escaped her and she pulled him closer. He felt Bakura's shift, and his hands on his back. This was the first time he would have seen it closely.

It wasn't bad. Not anymore. The red lines and scars still marred it, but he had lathered them with cream every night when he was better, and had covered them with tattoos. Bakura leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to each of the scars, on his shoulders, the back of his arms, his sides.

Malik moaned, using Mehi for balance now. Her fingers toyed with his belt for a moment, or maybe she was fumbling to try and undo it. When it came away, he quickly kicked his jeans away. They were long since too tight for comfort.

Bakura reached around him and pulled Mehi's skirt down around her knees. She pulled away, shuffled out of it as best she could without getting up, and kicked off her trainers.

Malik's breath was heavy and he couldn't stop looking at her. Bakura nipped at his jaw, and Malik's gaze turned to him. Fuck. He should be doing something.

He hesitated again, and Mehi kissed him. "Want to tease the fuck out of Bakura until Ryou comes back?"

Malik considered it, but he grinned. "I think I'd rather tease you." Bakura gave a small cheer and Mehi raised an eyebrow, but smiled and lay back on the bed as if to say 'go right ahead'.

"Fucking finally!" Bakura laughed.

Malik swallowed. "Anywhere either of you don't want touched?"

Bakura paused. "Wrists." Malik just nodded. Now wasn't the time.

Mehi just grinned. "Touch wherever you want; I paid enough for it and I want to enjoy it."

Malik nodded and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her underwear. She hitched her hips up to make it easier to pull down. Bakura kicked off his own boxers and struggled out of his boots. Malik pressed a quick kiss to Mehi's lips before mapping out a path down her chest and stomach.

"Motherfucker- don't you fucking-" Bakura wrenched one boot off as Malik reached her thighs. "Don't start without me! I never get to tease her!"

"Because you never object when I want to tease you," Mehi pointed out. Malik flipped Bakura up and slid his tongue between Mehi's folds. She cursed as he flicked his tongue up over her clit. He was a bit more comfortable with this. This he knew how to do - at least okay-ish.

Bakura kicked off the last boot and scrambled over to them. Mehi smirked at him, and he wiped it away by kissing her, hands already working on her breasts.

She moaned and tugged him down, biting his lip. Malik watched, tracing circles into Mehi's thigh with one hand. He flattened his tongue against her hole, then gave several fast jabs.

"Fuck," she huffed out against Bakura's lips as he pulled away. He grinned and moved closer to Malik, wrapping his lips around one of her nipples. At the same time, Malik slid a finger into her and sucked at her clit. Mehi's hips bucked up, her hand gripping Bakura's hair.

The door opened and swung shut again. "Oh fuck you all."

Mehi laughed. "Did you get it?"

"Yes," Ryou sighed, kicking off his shoes. "And condoms."

Right. Malik had half forgotten they were a thing. He licked Mehi's clit once more before leaning up a little. "You coming to join us?" He hooked his finger up inside Mehi and she groaned.

Ryou grinned and pulled off his shirt again. "Forgive me for stealing Bakura."

"You can't," Mehi decided. "I like him here."

"Then I'm stealing Malik."

"Nope. I like him here too." She grinned.

"I could steal you," Ryou mused, pulling off his pants and boxers.

"Nope, I am getting fucked by someone here tonight," Bakura insisted.

"God damn it." Ryou shook his head. "Rock paper scissors."

"How?" Malik raised an eyebrow. "Not that I'm complaining, but how?"

Ryou groaned and hid his face in his hands. "Okay, fuck. Okay. I'm stealing Bakura, and we can... I don't know, arrange it that we're all close enough to touch?"

"Sounds good to me," Bakura agreed. Malik nodded in agreement, and Mehi gave a suffering, dramatic sigh.

"I suppose-"

"Great." Ryou smirked and moved around the bed to Bakura. They were a little close to the edge that way, so Malik shifted over to give them more room.

He eased another finger into Mehi and returned to sucking her clit, quickly adding a third. She gripped the sheets, and Bakura stole the lube, sliding a finger into Ryou's ass as they kissed.

Malik did his best to stay confident, but when Mehi hitched her hips up again, he paused. "I, uh-"

"Hey, it's okay," Mehi assured him, though her breath was heavy. "Just... do whatever you're comfy with."

Malik's eyes flickered over to Bakura and Ryou. Ryou was on top of Bakura now, rocking on three fingers, tugging Bakura's hair. Malik quickly reached for the box of condoms, straining to get it by Bakura's foot, and opened it. He glanced at Mehi to make sure that this was okay, whatever this was, but she just beckoned him closer and took the box from him.

As she took one of the foil wrappers out, she kissed him. A hand wrapped around his dick and he moaned, eyes slipping closed. After a few strokes, the hand pulled back for a moment, and Mehi slid the condom over Malik's cock. Malik didn't quite manage to bite back a whine of protest as her hand slid away.

Mehi just grinned at him as he opened his eyes. "Trust me, fucking me will be a lot better than my hand."

Malik bit his lip at the thought and his stomach started to somersault again. "Are you sure?" He had to ask, more for himself than anything.

Mehi nodded. "Are you?" Malik mimicked her actions and moved back between her legs. Beside them, Bakura pulled his fingers out of Ryou and put on a condom. He also coated his dick with a bit more lube. Malik paused, situated just at Mehi's cunt, waiting. Bakura's eyes lit up when he saw what Malik was doing, and once he was ready, they both eased into their partners at the same time.

Ryou sank down on Bakura's cock, gripping his knee and arm for balance, and Mehi fumbled for Bakura's chest. She pinched and twisted his nipple at the same time, making him buck up into Ryou.

"Fuck!" Ryou groaned, head falling back. "Oh, fuck yes."

Mehi's legs hooked up around Malik's waist as his breath stuttered. Fuck, Ryou was right; fuck yes. His first few thrusts were slow and a little shaky, but Mehi lost patience with that quickly. "Move!" He met her gaze, scoffed, and snapped his hips forward. Mehi's head fell back and she rolled her hips up to meet his thrusts. "Fuck, much better!"

He didn't last long. He didn't really expect to - Mehi's cunt was far tighter and hotter than he had expected and he never claimed to be experienced. In fact, quite the opposite. Multiple times. But it still felt far too early when he shuddered and tensed, releasing into the condom.

Mehi didn't complain about it, but he pulled out and disposed of the condom quickly before replacing his dick with his fingers again. She gripped his shoulders and pulled him closer, kissing him hard. Her breathing was ragged, chest catching as he hooked his fingers up and circled his thumb over her clit.

"Oh- fucking- fuck, Malik," she moaned, bucking her hips up. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Her grip on his shoulders tightened and she tensed for a minute. Malik kept curling his fingers, though at a slower pace, to help her ride out the orgasm. He only pulled them away when her hands dropped from his shoulders and she slumped into the pillows.

"Are you coming over or not?" Bakura huffed.

"Fuck, give me half a second." Mehi pushed herself up and pulled Malik into another kiss before shifting closer to Bakura and Ryou.

Malik moved in behind Ryou and kissed his neck. "Anywhere you don't want to be touched?"

"Chest," Ryou panted, not slowing to answer him, "and vagina."

"Clit?"

"Fuck it, it's fair game." His accent was coming out strong again, and Malik grinned. He really did love that accent. His hand wound around Ryou's stomach and ran down to his clit. The action made him slow a little, but he didn't complain as Malik's fingers circled over his clit. "Ah, fuck! Faster!"

Malik obliged and Ryou sped up again, riding Bakura as fast as he could without dislodging Malik's hand. Mehi had Bakura's mouth preoccupied and was teasing his chest again. A string of moans and whines were muffled by her mouth, but Ryou's weren't.

"Holy shit, fuck, shit, yes!" Ryou fumbled and grabbed Malik's wrist. "Fuck, more!" He couldn't speed up without Ryou slowing down, so instead, Malik bit his neck. Ryou shuddered. "Fuck, Malik!" Bakura's hips bucked up harder into him. "Ah, Bakur-aah!" He tensed as he started to cum, but started moving again, faster, to draw it out.

Mehi pulled herself up just as Bakura shouted, eyes screwed shut, and jerked his hips up one more time. Ryou sank back against Malik with a small groan. "Fuck."

"Already did that." Malik grinned and kissed his temple. Bakura snickered but Ryou just sleepily swatted him. "Come on, lift up."

Ryou slowly climbed off Bakura, who reluctantly pulled off the condom and dumped it, holding it at arms length from his body at all times. "Seriously?" Mehi snorted. "It's your cum."

"Still." Bakura wrinkled his nose and grabbed a tissue, wiping his hands. The lube just stuck to the tissue and he ended up spreading it to his palm. "Shit."

"Just wash your hands and come to bed." Ryou yawned. "You too Malik. No lube in the bed."

"It's already on it," Bakura huffed, but he traipsed into the bathroom. Malik followed him. It was small and the paint was fading, but the large bed more than made up for the shitty toilet. As soon as his hands were washed and dry, he climbed into the bed behind Ryou and wrapped his arms around him.

Ryou cooed and curled back into him. Malik paused. "Ryou, binder."

"Shit." Ryou huffed and sat up. "Pass me a shirt." Malik twisted and strained for one of the shirts in the open suitcase as Ryou pulled the binder over his head and coughed. He winced and rubbed his ribs. Malik handed him the shirt. "Remind me not to bind tomorrow."

"We will," Bakura assured him.

"Thanks." Ryou pulled the shirt over his head and lay down again, curling into Mehi. She was already half asleep. Malik wrapped his arms around Ryou again, spooning him.

Bakura climbed in on Mehi's side and half lay across her chest. She wrapped one arm around him without opening her eyes. "Love you nerds," she mumbled.

Malik felt Ryou shift, and he knew both Ryou and Bakura were watching him. "Love you too."

Ryou relaxed in his arms. "Me too."

"Yes, I love me too," Bakura agreed. Ryou reached for something to throw at him, but he laughed. "Okay, okay, I guess I love you assholes too."

Malik smiled and kissed the back of Ryou's neck. "I changed my mind," he decided. "About my favourite moment of pride. This is definitely it." There was a moment of silence, then laughter. "You know what, I take it back, I hate you all."

"Sorry," Mehi snorted, "that was just so fucking cheesy."

Malik rolled his eyes and rested his forehead between Ryou's shoulder blades. "Okay, be like that then."

"Aw, no," Bakura snickered, "we like it. You're just- damn, Malik you're meant to be a writer. Avoid the clichés."

"I'll remember that next time," Malik promised, yawning. "Now go to sleep, honey, or I'll stop calling you that."

"No you won't. I don't think you're capable of not calling people honey."

"Oh shut up."

Hope you guys enjoyed. I'll try to update on Saturday this week. Please review, and see you next time.