Letting a soft groan pass through his lips, Yami warily glanced around the large room and cringed. "A spa?" he muttered, eyeing the towel in his hands and pursing his lips. From what he had seen on television, spa's served the purpose of letting horny old men flirt with scantily clad women. Turning to face Otogi, he asked, "What are we doing here, anyway?"

Otogi looked around at his surroundings, obviously drunk or something because he couldn't remember where he was. "Well first...where are we?" After glancing a second behind him, he answered his question. "Meh. I honestly don't know. Last thing I knew, I was with Honda. But I guess Malik or someone wanted us here," he shrugged.

In front of the gawking group, two young boys stood, clothed in something that, uh, was not appropriate. "Welcome to Sexify Me Spa! How may we pleasure you?" the crazy-haired boy asked.

Ryou, being the little perv he was, had been at the spa the whole day on his own free will. Needless to say, he was a little surprised to walk out of a room with only the tiniest of towels on only to see Otogi and Yami be greeted in. "Hey!" he shouted, running over, "I'll take 'em..." he offered to the attendants before ushering the two with him.

As the white-haired boy ran over, Malik raised a hand, signalling him to stop. "Wait just a minute," he said, "I'd like to have a word with them." Smiling briefly at his manager, he turned to look at his two friends, whose faces were plastered with confused expressions. "Hey guys, glad you could make it."

Involuntarily, Yami felt his eyes trail over the enthusiastic male's form appreciatively before snapping back up to Malik's face. "Sexify Me Spa?" He twitched. Taking a deep breath, he ran a hand through his unruly hair irritably. "You..." he paused, going through a list of terms in his mind for the situation, "...invited us to a sex spa?" Resisting the urge to hit the blonde upside the head, he ground his teeth. "Otogi, do you think Malik here is implying something?"

Otogi looked him over up and down. "Well, knowing him, he's just horny and wants to toy with us. But there might be some hidden meanings there..." he smirked, twirling a lock of hair between his fingers. "All I know is the guy with the weird hair seems a little too... I dunno. But it's weird," he said, putting a hand on his hip.

The boy with the "weird hair" beamed. "My name is Yuugi, and I'm one of the er... pleasurers here. I just started last week, so I don't have much experience, and Malik-kun here said he'd teach me."

Ryou stopped, stepping back politely waiting for the others to stop speaking before stepping again, "Welcome," he smirked, "I'm the manager of this fine establishment and as you can see, we only have the finest of everything to make your stay as pleasurable in every way." He paused, done with the welcoming poem thing. "First time visitors?"

Malik nodded, answering for his two friends. "Yep, they sure are." He then turned to said friends, putting on a fake pout. "And what makes you guys think I have hidden motives? I just think you two need to... y'know, cut loose, release some pent-up stress." He crossed his arms over his chest, faking annoyance. "Honestly, I thought you two had more faith in me than that."

Feeling the corner of his lips twitch upwards at the welcome poem and then at Malik's pout, Yami rolled his eyes. "The day that you're not planning something - whether it's to get me laid, or to have Otogi participate in a threesome - is the day that cows fly out of Seto's ass." Then, smirking, he added, "I wonder why he isn't joining us today. If anything, he needs this 'stress-relief' more than both of us combined."

Otogi looked a little uncomfortable. He raised his hand reluctantly, almost scared of what Malik would do to his frail body. "I may be a 'first-time visitor,' but don't think you can take advantage of me." He crossed his arms over his chest and blew the loose bangs away from his face. "I wouldn't even be here if someone had told me where the hell were were going..." he mumbled, defeated.

Yuugi, taking this as a cue, grabbed both Yami and Otougi's hands and began pulling them to some unknown location. "Malik reserved the special area. You want to come, but in a different way, no? C'mon!"

"I'll leave you to it, then, Yuugi." Ryou brushed loose hair from his face, "if you need anything, don't hesitate to call."

"We'll be fine, but yeah, we'll let you know if we need anything," Malik said, helping Yuugi take his two hesitant friends to the area he had prepared. Once Ryou was out of earshot, he looked to Yami and Otogi, a serious look on his face, for once. "Look... I don't want to pressure you two into doing anything, but please just stick around for a while. If you end up hating it that much, then you can leave... but I take good care of my friends, don't worry." He emphasized his point with a mischievous grin. "And Yuugi here's my... 'apprentice', if you will... and he won't disappoint you either. And Yami," he added, "Ra knows you need to get laid."

Letting the smaller male take his hand and lead him across the hallway to another dimly lit room, Yami casually licked his suddenly parched lips. "Won't disappoint us?" he commented, eyebrow quirked in amusement. "I certainly hope you don't because, you know, it takes a lot to satisfy me." Wolfishly, he glanced at Otogi. "And I'm sure you know that this guy here is just plain insatiable."

"'Insatiable'?" He laughed, flipping his long ponytail behind his head. "I think you mean irresistible. In any case... Malik, I hope you know what you're doing. I'll kick myself if Honda finds out about this."

"Well, you are my first customers," Yuugi said, taking out a key and unlocking a fancy-looking door. "But Malik-kun's taught me things I'll need to know. He specifically wanted me to help him with this. Don't know why though, but in any case," he opened the door. "Welcome to our Utopia! Let me go get some necessary things."

Malik turned and watched Yuugi run out of the room to get their... things... and then proceeded to look around the room, pleased with himself. The room was dimly lit with several candles, throwing the scent of jasmine into the air - a scent that invoked arousal. Said room wasn't decorated very much - aside from the candles, there was a very large canopy bed with red silken sheets, and a small table next to the bed which could hold various things, such as those that Yuugi went to retrieve... Malik's concentration from the room was broken when he felt two pairs of eyes glaring daggers at his back. He slowly turned around, coming face-to-face with a seemingly pissed-off Yami and Otogi, who had obviously waited for Yuugi to leave before they confronted him. He rubbed the back of his neck, nervously grinning at them. "So, uh... what's up, guys?"

At the terms 'Malik' and 'taught,' Yami felt his brows draw together in mild worry. "Suddenly, I'm not sure whether or not I want to get laid or laid to rest," he muttered beneath his breath, thinking back to all the times his friend had demonstrated his 'expertise' at certain things. From the corner of his eye, he watched Yuugi strut out of the room, focus shifting from the shorter male onto the blonde. Although used to the sight of his friend walking around without much on, a scantily clad Malik left little to the imagination, and Ra, was his imagination running wild. Another groan left Yami's lips, and he felt his eyes narrow. "Malik," he growled, "what exactly are these supplies that your young 'apprentice' is getting?" He twitched again. "Suddenly, Otogi, I have a bad feeling about this."

Otogi's mind, no matter how large and perverse it was, still gave him reason to cringe when he watched Yuugi leave the room. "Yeah... I know this is a 'pleasure' spa, but... I'm not sounding too aroused." He gulped, getting as far away from Malik as he could. "Yeah, Yami? Is it too late to back out now?" His jade eyes widened as he yanked at his sweaty collar. "For one, I have a boyfriend; and two, the mere thought of getting laid my someone other than Honda doesn't sound too appealing. I'm a one-man kinda man."

Yuugi walked back into the room, holding a tray of variety lubes, and... were those toys? OH BOY. "I'm back!" He glanced around the room and noticed the "seemingly" gloomy mood. He cocked his head to the side. "What's wrong?"

Malik said nothing as his gaze shifted from between his two friends, to his 'apprentice' who had just re-entered the room. "Um... nothing, Yuugi," he said, somewhat nervously. He figured something like this would happen, and while Yami didn't seem as hesitant as Otogi did, there was still a bit of a problem - one that he had already found a solution for. He leaned down and whispered something into the shorter boy's ear. "Okay... here's the plan. Otogi obviously doesn't want to go far at all here, so here's what we'll do - to start with, I'll take Yami, and you take Otogi, but just play with him a bit, no penetration or anything unless he wants it. After a while, we'll see where it goes, and then we can switch around if need be, okay?"

Mokuba looked down at his piece of paper, then up at the building that loomed before him.  Sexify Me Spa.  Yep, this was the place.  He hesitated only a moment before going in.  How had he found out about this place again? He looked around at the reception area, as he guessed it was.  There was some guy standing with their back to Mokuba in hardly anything.  Oooh, this place looked pretty damn nice.  He wondered what else he would see.

Seto, being the good big brother he was, always kept tabs on his brother's doings.  Which was almost necessary, as the boy was always up to SOMEthing.  And on this particular day, he followed the boy. The moment he saw the sign, Seto's jaw dropped. THIS is where his dearest little brother was going?!  'Sexify Me Spa'?!?!  Since when did MOKUBA need sex?  Or a spa treatment, for that matter.  This didn't bode well. He, very VERY reluctantly, followed inside.  Who knew what kind of perverts were in there, anyway?  Heh, if only he knew...

Yami blinked, warily watching the exchange between his friend and the shorter male with apprehension. A frown settled on his face as his eyes swept over the bucket. Swallowing thickly, he grabbed onto Otogi's shirt, tugging at it roughly as he groused, "...When this is over, Honda is going to have your ass. And I'm not talking about a pleasant encounter either."

Otogi blinked, taking in a gulp. "What? You're blaming this on me? I didn't know what was going to happen, so EXCUSE me," he scoffed, moving his hand very slightly, as he was stronger than Yami. "And another thing... why bring Honda into this?" He really didn't see the point. And waiting around in there any longer was going to get him killed. Or worse... butt-raped.

Yuugi let his eyes wander of the emerald-eyed figure of the man in front of him. Slender hips, nice build... This was going to be fun! Walking up to Otougi, he ran a small finger from the collarbone down, stopping at the naval before moving up and kissing the nape of the older man's neck, letting his tongue slip out and swirl around the hollow, tasting flushed skin. "Don't resist me. You'll enjoy this," he whispered, pushing Otougi down on the bed.

Malik smiled, seeing that Yuugi had agreed to his plan, then turned his lavender eyes to his other friend. "So... looks like we're the only ones left, Yami," he purred sultrily. He had seen that Yami had been eyeing him pretty much this whole time, and now he was going to milk it for all it was worth. In addition to his usual array of gold jewelry - which now included bracers on his lower legs - all that he wore was a square of royal purple silk that was knotted at his hip. He sat down on the bed, crossing his legs and leaning on his arms which were stretched behind him, platinum-gold hair splayed across his shoulders. "...What's on your mind?"

Mokuba heard the door open behind him, but he didn't bother to look.  He had most of his hair shoved up in his hat, so there wasn't a need to be concerned that someone may recognize him. He wondered if he should go talk to the man at the counter, but what fun was that?  He didn't want to follow any rules tonight.  Being as quiet as possible, Mokuba slipped down a hallway, but not before grabbing one of the towels next to the wall.  If they were being offered, well, he figured he would need it.  There were quite a few doors, and he really had no clue what to do. Maybe he shouldn't have skipped past the man at the front desk so quickly.  He decided to find a quiet, empty room that he could think about what to do in.  After passing by a few doors and hearing moans, he finally found one that seemed relatively quiet.  When he opened the door, however, he found the room wasn't empty, but rather had four guys in it.

Seto glanced about for the boy.  Now where had that sneaky little narcissistic devil run off to?  He was sure that he'd never be able to find Mokuba NOW.  Not wanting to draw any attention to himself for being in this place, he, too, strode on by the receptionist. (seems like someone's slacking on the job XD)  Only to find himself immediately lost.  "Goody, I'm in a sex palace, looking for a minor, and I'm stuck with doors and doors of...stuff." He shuddered at the mere thought of what could be going on in those rooms.  "Now where the HELL did he go?"  He began his search, again with much reluctance, down the first hallway.

Lips suddenly parched from the erotic image laid bare before him, Yami found himself inadvertently licking his lips. Hesitantly he took a step forward, his mind answering Malik's question with an enthusiastic 'SEX.' "I..." he trailed off, voice raspy. Suddenly, his once comfortable leather pants had gotten a lot tighter. And had someone adjusted the temperature? He swallowed, resisting the urge to fan himself with his hand. Damnit. Just because his friend was sprawled on a bed nearly -begging- to be taken, didn't mean that Yami was going to eagerly jump into bed with him and start humping away. Raising his hand to wipe at the perspiration gathered on his brow, he let out another shaky breath. "M-Malik, just what are you planning to do?" He laughed, albeit nervously. "Seduce me?" The idea nearly made him scoff, but the slight strain against his jeans easily reminded him otherwise. 'Oh God,' he thought, taking another step forward. However, his attention quickly shifted from the blonde on the bed to the door when it slammed open. Eyes wide, he nearly jumped at the male standing by the door. "Mokuba?!"

Not realizing (or caring about) what was going on around him, he looked up for a second to see the young child in the room. He thought it would be wrong to keep going with Yuugi, but for some reason, he couldn't avert his eyes from the now-sexy boy holding him. He turned around for a split second, just enough to acknowledge his existence in the room. "Mokuba... hi. So nice of you to drop in." He shrugged off the fact that he was a minor and would gouge his eyes out, and shifted his gaze back over to Yuugi. He lowered his gaze to meet that of the boy with amethyst eyes and let a smirk come into play on his face. "You'd think I'd be appalled by this - as I have a boyfriend - but it somehow turns me on more." He stopped himself from having an orgasm right there and positioned himself so his heat was straddled in between Yuugi's thighs. He didn't know if it was his hormones or not, but he didn't care about being the uke.

Yuugi pressed his lips to Otougi's, prying them open with skill and letting his soft pink tongue trail around the taller's mouth, the other silken tool responding quite fast. A smirk appeared on the the boy's face, before he knelt down and began to suck a nipple through Otougi's tight shirt, his mouth hot and begging. His hand traveled downward, planting right there between Ryuuji's (using one name too much is annoying) legs and pressed, releasing pressure from his grip and squeezing. He recaptured the other's mouth, now fully knowing he had him completely at his mercy.

Malik barely even paid attention to the young boy who was now watching the four of them in their... various episodes, but simply regarded him with a violet stare. 'Hmm... so we have an audience,' he thought, 'better give him a nice show.' He stood up and approached Yami, who still had a look of surprise on his face at the sudden intrusion. "No," he replied huskily, "you've already been seduced." With that, he placed his hands on Yami's shoulders and briefly gazed into his eyes before leaning over and attaching his lips to the area of skin right beneath Yami's ear. He gently nipped and sucked at the area for a few moments, occasionally taking the shorter one's earlobe into his mouth, before reaching up with one hand and undoing the buckle that bound Yami's collar to him. The collar then fell off, exposing more of the flesh that was Yami's neck, and then Malik proceeded to give the same attention to those areas that he had given to the other boy's ear, reaching up with his hand and entangling it in the spiky hair near the nape of Yami's neck.

Fuck.  That was the only word that came to Mokuba's mind at the moment.  It wasn't that he hadn't seen this stuff before, but it was real this time, not just on a computer. He had his share of sexual experiences, but there was something about catching people in the act that turned him on.  He leaned on the doorframe and rubbed his hand slowly down his crotch. That same hand slowly traveled up his body, pressing hard as it passed over his chest.  He brought his hand to his mouth, letting a few fingers slip inside and bit down hard. Whether it was wrong or right, whether they wanted him to or not, he was going to stay and watch.

He passed by door after door, not exactly liking the things he was hearing.  Another disgusted shudder when down Seto's spine.  He noticed an open door with an oddly familiar figure standing there just up ahead. No...it couldn't be.  ...Waitasec...  He did a little undressing in his head.  Remove the hat...  "What the fuck--MOKUBA?!"  He stormed up behind the boy, about to grab him and drag him out of the building when he stopped short, mouth finding itself hanging open.  It looked like a regular orgy.  With a bunch of people he knew.  Well, THIS was certainly...awkward, to say the least.

As much as the shock of seeing his rival's younger brother standing by the door shook him, Yami felt, nonetheless, inable to do anything about it when warm lips pressed against his skin. "N-ngh," he groaned softly, hands fisting. Hoping that the nails biting into his palm would somehow pull him out of the trance Malik had set on him, Yami found himself disappointed that, just the opposite had occured. Much to his chagrin, the resolve he had so deseperately clung onto earlier was quickly dissolving, and the tightness in his pants was far from resolved. "M-Malik," he hissed through clenched teeth, an odd noise passing through his lips thanks to said male's nips and licks. Eyes sliding shut, he leaned into the other male, dark desire clouding his thoughts of all the occupants of the room - save one. "I... Malik...Shit... What are you doing to me?" he moaned, hand unclenching as he moved to unzip his pants.

Otogi was not really taken aback, but just a wee bit surprised at how fast everything had gone together. The second Yuugi's lips came in contact with this, an instinct drove him to wrap his arms tightly around the thin boy's waist. It had been so long since he had done anything, so it didn't seem wrong that it wasn't with Honda this time. 'Am I a slut for this....?' he thought to himself as he kissed him harder and with as much force as he could muster. Wanting to at least have a bit of control, he positioned himself so that Yuugi was plastered right in the middle of their added heat, his right hand stroking the hardened groin in Yuugi's tight pants. He gave a thought to kick the tray away from their spot. It was already at this point, so would "toys" even be necessary?

Yuugi moaned softly, thrusting his hips into Otougi's hand, rubbing keenly as it came in contact. He broke their lip contact and moved down, his small hands pushing Ryuuji's shirt up and immediately latching to the nipple he had been teasing earlier, one hand moving back down and unzipping the taller's pants, digits wrapping around taught flesh. "Hm, warm and sticky already? So hard... are you turned on, Otougi-kun?" The boy dipped down, his mouth only a few inches from Otougi's arousal. "I know you want it. Just tell me, and I'll do anything you wish, like this," he said softly, as he pulled the cloth further down and started to pump Ryuuji's hardened cock.

Malik smirked against Yami's skin as the other's body pressed against his own. He could almost feel the very obvious lump in Yami's pants through the thin material of his own garments; he replied to Yami's question between his nips and licks: "Well... by the looks of it, I'm doing just what you want me to." He prevented any further argument from the shorter boy by pressing his lips to Yami's, and then gently running the tip of his tongue across the other's bottom lip in a teasing manner. While his tongue probed for entrance into Yami's mouth, one hand clung to the threads of hair at the base of his neck, and the other snaked down the shorter one's body - pausing briefly to tweak a hardened nipple through Yami's shirt - and then ended up cupped over the telltale lump in the other's pants, which had been slightly released due to said pants being unzipped only moments before.

Mokuba had planned to go into the room and shut the door behind him, to give himself and the original members in the room some privacy.  He didn't think they would mind having a touch of Mokuba in the room... God, he needed to undo these pants fast. Just as he was about to walk into the room, he heard his name behind him.  The voice sounded very familiar - it wasn't a voice he wanted to hear. He turned his head and spotted Seto not far from him, and his fingers dropped from his mouth.  What the hell was his big brother doing here?  There was no way he was leaving! He quickly turned and ran into the room, shutting the door behind him.  If he wasn't going to get any action, he was damn sure at least going to watch some...

Breath hitching at the blonde's touch, Yami groaned into the kiss, a hand unconsciously reaching up to tangle in the taller male's hair and roughly tug him closer. He arched into Malik's hand, writhing, as he desperately sought friction. With his free hand joining Malik's, he wordlessly urged the other male forward, nimble fingers pressing and rubbing along his need. Moaning, he ran his tongue along the other male's, probing and mimicking another act altogether.

Otogi involuntarily bit his lip, a trickle of blood flowing slowly down his lower lip. He grasped onto Yuugi's head, holding it in place where it had been for the past few moments. His back arched as Yuugi continued on. He tried to hold everything in, but the feeling was just too overwhelming and he moaned, begging him for more. He slid his hands through his jet black hair and released it from the bind of the hairtie and headband, letting his long locks sprawl all over the bed. "God dammit, Yuugi. This feels so wrong... yet so right. So why am I doing it?" Why, indeed...

Yuugi continued his ministrations, taking the taller boy in and out, swirling his hot mouth over the head and down again and increased his suction. He could feel Ryuuiji shudder. He's getting close, the boy thought. With that, he pulled away, smacking his lips as he did so. He smirked at the look on Otougi's face. "Sorry," he said, "but we have far much to do. Foreplay is always the best part. Now let's see, what do we have here?" he asked, eyeing the tray on the floor. "Strawberry jelly, chocolate syrup, cherries... Perfect ingredients for sweet ecstasy, don't you think, 'To-chan?"

Pleased at the shorter boy's reactions, Malik parted their lips (well, they had to breathe sometime), giving Yami's top lip a final flick with the tip of his tongue. However, the Egyptian wasn't done with him yet, by any means... He slowly maneuvered the two of them towards a wall and untangled his hand from the spiky hair, bringing it down to pull Yami's hips against his own. The shorter one's shoulders were pressed against the wall, and their nether regions were viciously grinding against each other, creating enough friction to throw both of them into bliss. Malik then descended back onto Yami's neck, licking and sucking hard at the spot between his neck and shoulders.