Weekend at Bakura's and Marik's

Author’s Note: This is a collaborative story by jadelioness and nikki7716

Part 2: The Challenge

Marik pulled Bakura out of his chair and into a kiss. They stumbled backwards until they landed on the futon, Bakura pinning Marik beneath him.

They deepened their kiss as Bakura's hand snaked down to undo the buckle of Marik's belt. Marik threaded his fingers in Bakura's hair, pulling it painfully. Bakura responded by grinding his hips wantonly into Marik's, eliciting a moan from the tan boy. Marik ground back shamefully, preparing to flip Bakura over, when he felt his belt loop around his wrists and bind them tightly to the bar of the futon.

Marik broke the kiss to glare at his lover, who was straddling his hips, a grin on his face.

Marik looked up at the bindings again, contemplating his next move.

"Whatever." He said with an exasperated sigh.

"That's for getting shot-gun." Bakura smirked as he pulled his clothes off, tossing them over his head.

"You really need to wear underwear, Bakura." Marik laughed.

"Hey, I thought this was a race?" Bakura questioned.

"Alright, alright, come on." Marik groaned as Bakura ripped the Egyptian’s pants off. He took his knife out ready to tear off the shirt.

"Hey! I like this shirt!" Marik whined. Bakura ignored him as he glided his blade through the fabric meeting little resistance.

Leaning over, he bit hard on Marik's nipple before swirling his tongue around the nub to the pleasure of Marik.

"God, Bakura, just get on with it!" Marik groaned.

Bakura smirked, tracing his hand down the tanned skin to grab his prize. He wrapped his hand around, rubbing his thumb over the small slit.

"Gaaaawwwwwwwwwwdddd, Bakura."
Bakura claimed Marik's lips in another kiss, continuing his ministrations. Marik moaned into his mouth as he felt a finger enter him, soon followed by another.
"Fuck, Bakura," Marik moaned as lips found his nipple once more. "Just do it already."
Bakura sat back and grinned wickedly at his lover. "Whatever you say," he said as he withdrew his fingers and plunged into Marik.
Marik screamed as Bakura began to slide in and out, falling into a steady rhythm.
Bakura bent back over Marik and sunk his teeth into his neck to stifle his own screams. Marik didn't bother concealing his long drawn out moans as he felt himself getting close. Bakura was pounding into him viciously, he found Marik's mouth once more as he felt himself nearing his climax.
"We're gonna make it," he managed to pant to Marik, as the door suddenly swung open.
"HEEEELLLLOOOOOO DOOOOLLLLYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!" Pegasus bellowed as he flung the purple towel from his glistening wet body and shimmied into the room.
Marik jumped in shock, while Bakura kept pummeling into Marik until he came inside him, releasing with a loud moan.
Pegasus stood framed in the doorway in shock...and naked.
"God DAMNIT!" Marik groaned attempting to push Bakura off with his hips. Bakura gave a consented sigh, pushing off of Marik and walking back to his closet to put fresh clothes on.
"Uh...HELLO?! Do mind asshole? I'm glad ONE of us got some satisfaction you bastard." Marik yelled.
"Pegasus, you are so weird." Bakura laughed at Pegasus' frozen body.
"Please put some clothes on, you're really creeping me out. Oh and untie Marik.” He continued with a smirk.
"Like hell! I don't want his naked body that close to mine!" Marik retorted.
Pegasus snapped out of his reverie with a smirk.
"I hope you don't expect me to sleep there now. Of course, if Marik stayed tied there, I may change my mind."
"Bakura, I swear to God, if you don't let me out right this instant, I'm going to rip your balls off and shove them down your throat, and then I'm going to tear your--"
"You really think you could come up with a more inventive threat. You used that one on me two nights ago," Bakura interrupted, inspecting himself in the mirror.
Marik glared in Bakura's general direction, but of course, Bakura couldn't see him.
While the other two were arguing, Pegasus was quietly edging closer and closer to the futon. Marik noticed his advances and screeched, "Bakura if you don't untie me right now I will never have sex with you again!"
Bakura's head appeared around the side of the dresser. "Liar," he said smirking, "you can't resist my charms."
"Leave me here a moment longer, and you'll see how well I resist!" Marik bellowed as Pegasus tiptoed even closer.
Bakura rolled his eyes and, giving the naked Pegasus a wide berth, walked around to untie Marik. He did so just in time. As Bakura was pulling Marik to his feet, Pegasus had leaped into the air, his hair whipping out behind him, with the sole intent of landing on top of Marik. As a naked Pegasus came crashing down right next to him, limbs flailing, Marik shrieked and clung to Bakura.
A long fingered hand stuck out as Pegasus landed, trying to cop a feel, but Bakura pulled Marik away indignantly before he got the chance.
"Hands off. He's mine," Bakura growled as Pegasus stretched on the futon, fully displaying his erection. Marik looked like he was going to throw up. Bakura flashed Pegasus a look of disgust, and then led Marik back to the closet and watched as he got dressed.
Marik glared angrily at Bakura as he pulled on his pants. Bakura ignored him.
"Do you think it's safe to go back?" Marik asked, deciding to forgive Bakura in order for make-up sex later, in which he fully intended on paying Bakura back.
"I don't know," Bakura responded, glancing nervously in the direction of the futon. "It's awfully quiet."
"Maybe he fell asleep?" Marik asked hopefully.
"Naked?" Bakura asked, feeling queasy.
"We could drape a blanket over him," Marik suggested.
"And roll him up in it and drop him out the window," Bakura added under his breath, earning a grin from Marik.
Cautiously, both yamis edged around the dressers into view of the futon and stopped, jaws dropped in horror.
Pegasus was resting on the futon, legs thrown open, and one hand wrapped around his cock. Pumping it furiously with expressions of “oos” and “ahhs” on his face.
“PEGASUS!” Bakura shouted, quickly tearing his eyes away from the grotesque sight. Meanwhile, Marik began furiously rubbing his eyes, attempting to rub the image out of his mind.

“Ohhhhh….so-sorry…can’t….stop…now.” Pegasus moaned in glee.

Marik pulled Bakura back to their closets.

“This was your idea to bring him up here again!” Marik hissed.

“You’re the one with the brilliant idea of having sex with him here!” Bakura grimaced.

“Ya, well, you didn’t have to keep going when he came in!”

“But, I was so close.” Bakura whined.

“Yeah? Well what about me?”

“What about you?” Bakura asked innocently. Marik glaring hard at Bakura, attempting to shut out the moans emitting from the other side of the room.

“You’re buying us a new futon.” Marik finished as he grabbed a shirt.

“Are you kidding me? I’m getting us a new room.”

After an especially loud scream from Pegasus which Bakura and Marik had convinced themselves had not been their names being yelled, Pegasus began shuffling about, finding his favorite black and purple t-shirt, he loved the way it accentuated his pert nipples.
"Do you like this shirt?" Pegasus asked, popping out from behind the dressers.
Bakura and Marik looked at him, startled. "Uhhh, yeah, it's nice," Marik said, trying not to look at Pegasus's length now lying limp and spent between his legs.
Pegasus grinned at them and pranced back to his bags, pulling more clothes out and tossing them around until he found what he was looking for.
Against their better judgment, the yamis peeked around the dresser to be met by Pegasus trying to squirm into a bright pink thong.
Bakura paled even more than usual. "I think I need to go to the bathroom," he said.
"Me too," Marik squeaked, and followed Bakura out of the room. They dashed to the bathrooms, Marik pushing Bakura into a stall and locking it behind him.
They both leaned against opposite walls, waiting for the nausea to wear off.
"Was that glitter?" Marik finally asked.
Bakura was shaking his head in disbelief. "Yes."
"I never want to see that ever again in my entire life, death, or otherwise," Marik said.
"Me neither," Bakura agreed.
After several seconds of trying desperately to erase the offending images from their minds, the boys glanced at each other and started laughing.
"At least his visits make things interesting," Marik said.
"Yeah, they were real interesting when you were tied to the futon..."Bakura said wickedly.
Marik glared at him. "You will pay for that."
"Will I?" Bakura asked coyly, sliding up to Marik and pressing him against the wall. "You know, I could take care of that right now for you," he purred in Marik's ear.
Mariuk scowled, "Any sexual desire I had is long gone now."
"Well, we can fix that," Bakura said, licking Marik's ear.
Marik shoved Bakura down on the toilet climbing on top to straddle him. Bakura looked at him in shock.
"Ow!" Bakura said. Marik smirked.
"You didn't really think I was going to let you be on top again did you?"
Marik leaned down nipping at Bakura's sensitive neck leaving small welts as he went.
"Mmmm.." Bakura groaned until Marik slapped him hard across the face.
"What the hell!?" Bakura yelled, holding his throbbing cheek.

"Quite down you moron!" Marik hissed continuing his ministrations on the thief.

"You didn't have to slap me!" Bakura scowled. Marik just gave him a smirk as he knelt down between Bakura's legs.

Bakura seemed to get over his anger pretty fast however when Marik began unzipping his pants with a devious grin.

He pulled Bakura's pants off, flinging them against the wall. He slowly lowered his head down to Bakura's groin. Lightly breathing on the hardened cock. Bakura tensed at the surprising feeling, awaiting Marik's warm, wet mouth to engulf his throbbing erection.
Marik stood up, quickly tossing his own clothes to the floor and standing over Bakura as he straddled his legs so that his groin was level with Bakura's face.
"Suck."

Bakura glared, annoyed by Marik's trick and with himself for not handcuffing Marik earlier. He knew that was the only reason why Marik was denying him one of his mind-numbing blow jobs, the bastard.
Marik's erection bobbed in front of Bakura as the Egyptian grinned down at him. Bakura rolled his eyes and gave in to the temptation before him, swallowing Marik to the hilt.
Marik spasmed as he was engulfed by Bakura's wet warmth. "Fuck, Ba-Bakura," Marik groaned much to the pleasure of the thief.
Bakura sucked hard for a few seconds, his fingers dug into Marik's tan hips to keep him from thrusting into his mouth. Then agonizingly slow, he drew back and released Marik's length.
Marik's eyes shot open at the loss of contact and glared down at Bakura who was grinning at him devilishly.
"You better finish what you started, thief," Marik growled dangerously.
"Hmm," Bakura said pushing Marik back and attempting to stand, "I don't know, I'm kind of bored. Maybe I'll see what Pegasus is up to now."
"Don't you dare!" Marik roared, shoving the laughing Bakura back to the toilet. "If you don't finish sucking me off right here, I will castrate youuuuaahhhh!" Marik's threat broke into a moan as Bakura's tongue licked up the underside of Marik's cock.
"I love it when you talk dirty to me," Bakura purred as he ran his tongue over the tip of Marik's member teasingly.
Before Marik had a chance to reply, Bakura had swallowed him again and was sucking with all his might.
Marik braced himself against the walls of the stall as Bakura pleasured him. He thrust into Bakura's mouth in need, and Bakura complied, taking him deeper.
Soon Marik came with a high pitched scream, nails biting into Bakura's shoulders and drawing blood.
Bakura swallowed and released Marik who collapsed on top of him and both almost ended up in the toilet.
"What was that about being quiet?" Bakura asked, petting Marik's hair as they heard several people evacuating the bathroom.
"Shut up," Marik said in a satiated voice. He stood up a little shakily and pulled on his pants, as Bakura did the same.