Weekend at Bakura's and Marik's

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

Part 3: Ice Cream

"Well, now that we've both been satisfied," Bakura said, "should we face the terror in our room?"
Marik groaned, leaving the bathroom stall.
"Damnit, just when I had forgotten."
"Just try not to be remotely attractive, sexy or desirable in anyway." Bakura stated.
Marik looked at him with a confused look.
"You really think that’s possible?" he said, running his hands over Bakura's chest. His lilac eyes focused on Bakura.
Bakura stared at him hard for a moment before roughly grabbing his arm and throwing him back in the bathroom stall.
"Goddamn you, Marik." Bakura gritted through his teeth, running his pale hands up and down Marik's tanned arms as he grinded against the Egyptian.
Marik giggled, tearing Bakura's shirt over his head as he reached a hand up to his nipple, rubbing it relentlessly.
Bakura was busy fumbling with Marik's belt ripping it off of him with a cracking sound.
"Whoa, that was awesome" Marik laughed.
"I've always wanted to do that." Bakura smiled pulling Marik's underwear off and grabbing the hardened length beneath to the delight of the tomb keeper who met his touch with a deep groan of satisfaction.
Marik was busy leaving hickies up and down Bakura's neck to his pleasure. Marik loved marking Bakura as his own.
He let a hand slide down to Bakura's groin, relishing the moan he received from his unexpected contact.
He began pumping the erection with no intentions of letting up.
"Jesus, Marik, are you trying to kill me?" Bakura gasped.
"You're right, you're ass is mine." Marik grinned.
Marik hoisted one of Bakura's legs up to wrap around his waist as he flipped him around. Bakura hissed as his back hit the wall, but it quickly turned into a moan as Marik's mouth latched on to one of his nipples.
“Dammit Marik, fuck me now,” Bakura managed between moans.
“Whatever you say,” Marik responded, as he slammed Bakura down on his length.
Bakura let out a strangled scream of pain and surprise, burying his face in Marik’s shoulder.
“Shit, Ishtar,” he whispered. Marik’s fingers trailed through Bakura’s white hair soothingly as the thief adjusted to Marik’s length inside him.
“You asked for it, pet,” he responded with a sinisterly quiet laugh. Bakura didn’t even bother with a response, knowing it was true.
Deciding he had waited long enough, Marik slowly pulled out of Bakura, only to slam back in. His fingers wound into Bakura’s hair and pulled his head back forcefully, claiming his lips in a probing kiss.
Bakura’s legs wrapped tightly around Marik’s waist to keep him from slipping as Marik pounded him relentlessly into the wall. One of Marik’s arms loosened its grip on Bakura and slid down to grasp the thief’s erection bobbing between them.
A strangled moan escaped Bakura’s lips as Marik’s fingers teased him. Marik repositioned the other yami slightly and hit that bundle of nerves that made Bakura see stars, his fingers biting into Marik’s flesh. He chanted the other boy’s name over and over between moans as Marik continuously hit that same spot.
Bakura felt himself going over the edge, raking his nails down the Egyptian’s flesh and coming with a scream in hot spurts all over Marik’s hand.
Bakura’s muscles clenched around him in his orgasm and Marik came as well, his screams muffled as he bit hard into the tender flesh between Bakura’s neck and shoulder.
Marik rested his forehead on Bakura's as they both fought to catch their breath, their bodies soaked in sweat and cum.

Bakura looked down at their sticky bodies, laughing.

"I think we may need a shower." he stated.

Marik nodded, gathering his clothes in a bundle and throwing the stall door open to walk down to the showers.

Bakura smirked as he watched Marik's ass swivel from side to side as he walked to the showers completely naked.

"What the hell are you looking at?" Bakura spat at a freshman who was walking from another bathroom stall. The boy looked terrified, seeing Bakura leaning casually against the stall door stark naked.

"Come on!" Marik yelled. Bakura casually strolled to the showers as Marik turned the water on.

Bakura ripped open Marik's shower curtain. Marik was letting the hot water cascade down his body, washing away all the sweat and cum from their excursions.

"Hey! Get your own damn shower!" Marik yelled. Bakura just grinned, as he watched the water fall over Marik's toned body.

"I think I like the view in here better." he said.

Marik just scoffed.

"I'll wash your hair for you!" Bakura giggled.

"You are so gay, Bakura." Marik laughed, handing the shampoo to the thief.

An hour or so later, after having sex in the shower twice, and then again in the bathroom stall, Bakura and Marik went back to their dorm to thankfully find a fully-dressed Pegasus.

"What took you so long?" he pouted as the two yamis entered the room, arms slung around each other's shoulders.
"Umm...we uhh..." Bakura said.
"We got locked in the bathroom," Marik said quickly as Bakura shot him a look.
"How do you get locked in the bathroom?" Pegasus inquired, looking confused.
"Uh...janitor" Marik said. "He uh...was cleaning and..."
"I want ice cream," Bakura announced suddenly, cutting off Marik's pitiful explanation. Pegasus and Marik both turned to look at him.
"Ice cream?" Pegasus asked.
"Yeah, Peggy-boy, buy us some ice cream," Marik said.
"Well," Pegasus said, rummaging through his man purse until he found some money. "I suppose we could."
"Great!" Bakura exclaimed.
Marik caught sight of the car keys dangling out the side of Pegasus's man purse and made a grab for them.
Pegasus stumbled back, startled at the Egyptian's sudden advance. Marik dangled the keys in front of his face.
"I'm going to drive this time," he said gleefully and dashed out the door.
"You will not touch that car!" Pegasus shrieked and ran after him.
Bakura followed, mouth open in shock, when he noticed Pegasus's low rider jeans revealed a generous amount of his frilly pink thong.
After a life-threatening car ride due to Marik’s reckless driving. Pegasus stepped out with shaky legs, Marik grinning maniacally as he tossed the car keys back to Pegasus.
Marik and Bakura childishly raced to the entrance of the ice cream shoppe, Bakura taking the lead at the last second and letting Marik run face first into the glass doors to the amusement of both. Pegasus lagged behind as usual. He was just so damn slow.
“Sorry, we’re closed.” The manager yelled to them from the back.
Bakura and Marik looked to each other.
“Would you like to do the honors?”
“Why, thank you.”
Marik jumped over the counter. The only sounds that were heard were some muffled shouting and a few bangs and groans.
Pegasus was on his tiptoes attempting to see what was going on while Bakura began picking out what flavors he wanted with glee.
“Shouldn’t we leave?” Pegasus timidly asked.
Bakura scoffed. “Marik’s taking care of it.”
Marik emerged a few minutes later brushing his hands in accomplishment followed a few steps later by a very frightened and bleeding manager.
“Take what you want.” He groaned.
“Delightful!” Bakura said clapping his hands.
“I’d just like a strawberry smoothie please.” Pegasus quietly told the manager.
“Kitten? What would you like?” Marik beamed.
“Give me a scoop of Rocky Road, Triple Chocolate Brownie, Mint Chocolate Chip, Caramel Moose Tracks, and the Rainbow Sherbet in a chocolate covered waffle cone." Bakura replied gleefully, pointing to each flavor as he listed it off. Pegasus looked like he was going to be ill at the sight of Bakura's multi-colored ice cream abomination. "Oi!" he called suddenly to the manager, "Where's my cherry on top?"
The manager looked like he wanted to object, but a deranged glance from Marik and he quickly sprinkled cherries on top of Bakura's cone.
"I want the same," Marik declared after inspecting Bakura's cone. "Except I want Cookie Dough instead of Mint Chocolate Chip." The manager timidly held the cone over the counter to Marik who grabbed it happily and licked it seductively, wiggling his eyebrows at Bakura.
Bakura giggled and the two yamis wandered outside to sit at one of the picnic tables. "Don't forget to pay the nice man, Peggy-boy!" Marik yelled over his shoulder as he followed Bakura out the door.
"Here's your strawberry smoothie, sir," the manager said stiffly, handing it to Pegasus, who smiled sheepishly at him.
"How much?" he inquired.
"$8.23," the manager said icily.
Pegasus took a twenty from his purse and handed it to the manager. "Keep the change," he said quietly, and went to sit with the yamis outside.
Both Bakura and Marik seemed to have managed to get more of the ice cream on themselves than in their mouths. Bakura was licking sherbet off of Marik's neck when Pegasus sat down beside them, looking aghast.
"You're no fun, Pegasus," Bakura said, noting his boring selection.
"Well at least I don't have chocolate in my hair," Pegasus grumbled.
Marik noticed this too and tackled Bakura, trying to lick it off and spilling the rest of their ice cream over themselves in the process.
"Get off me!" Bakura grumbled, shoving Marik.
"Don't shove me!" Marik retorted, shoving him back to he collided with Pegasus.
"EEK!" Pegasus screeched, "You're all sticky!"
Bakura grinned maliciously and scooted his sticky self closer to Pegasus.
"And you've got ice cream on your nose," Marik pointed out as he devoured his cone.
"I'll get that," Pegasus said smirking, and flicked his tongue out to lick the bit of ice cream from Bakura's nose before he had a chance to react.
Bakura screamed like a woman and leapt into Marik's lap to avoid Pegasus' pointy tongue.
Marik smiled up at Bakura, happily licking his cone.
“Why hello.” He grinned.
“Did you see what the creep just did?!” Bakura yelled.
Marik just shrugged, continuing to enjoy his ice cream. Bakura scowled down at Marik and his indifference. Although, he kept distracting by Marik’s tongue as it roamed over the ice cream in slow laps.
Marik noticing, stopped to smile at Bakura.
“Want some?” He cheerfully asked. Bakura nodded as they both began licking the cone, their tongues occasionally meeting and swirling around each other.
Pegasus crossed his arms with a “Hmph” before pursing his lips in jealously.
After finishing the ice cream, they clambered back in the car. Pegasus shooting them dirty looks as they had both decided to lick the remaining ice cream off of each other after Pegasus had complained about their mess once again.
“Where to?” Bakura asked Marik.
“Well- I was hoping--”
“I was talking to Marik, Pegasus.” Bakura cut in.

Marik leaned over to whisper in Bakura’s ear, a bigger and bigger grin appearing on Bakura’s face as Marik continued to talk.

Bakura nodded in agreement. Both of them breaking out in silent laughter.

“Go back to the dorm.” Bakura commanded.

Pegasus gave them a look of confusion, but decided not to bother asking as he was likely to get rebuffed anyway.