Camping

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The first, long awaited lemon, BxR, and a little MxR. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, you guys are great! I hope you enjoy it, and the next chapter will be, I'm sorry to say, the last... But I'll make it a good one ;)

With Thanks Tooo... J Chan, Kutsu, yaoirose, Ashray, Cody_Thomas, Yami-Bakura-Itemri, Yami Kuro Ookami Hatake, DyingEyes & KCRose18 :P

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Chapter 5 - Sex Now, Talk Later

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As the car pulled into the drive, Ryou sighed lightly. Not to sound cliché, but he was glad to be home, even though he had had a great time with Bakura, he was looking forward to seeing the two crazy blondes again.

“Here we are then.” He said softly, looking over at Bakura, who gave him a smouldering glance back. Ryou felt a sudden need for the other’s touch, and before either of them quite knew what was happening, Ryou had unclipped his seatbelt, slid across the centre of the car and straddled Bakura’s lap.

Bakura smirked down at the pretty face looking up at him, a blush starting across his cheeks. He bent down and kissed Ryou gently; drawing back after a few seconds, knowing this would probably annoy the other. True to this, Ryou frowned slightly before winding his arms around Bakura’s neck and hungrily kissing him, haphazardly pressing their tongues together as both fought for dominance. Bakura let out a small groan as Ryou ground his hips downwards and he let his arms wrap around the smaller one, fumbling for the door handle to get them out of the car and inside the house.

Once he had successfully opened the door, he secured his arms under Ryou and slid out, still giving the other needy kisses as Ryou clung to him like a baby monkey. Kicking the door shut, Bakura made his way swiftly towards the entrance to their house and opened the unlocked door, trying to control himself at the pleasurable sensations Ryou was bestowing on his neck.

Slamming the door shut, Ryou got off him, giving him a lingering kiss before moving away. Bakura gave him a confused look, but then realised Ryou wanted to see Marik and Malik before they did anything. Following Ryou down the hall and entering the living room, their senses were filled with the musky scent of sex and the Egyptians. Ryou giggled as he walked into the dimly lit room, catching sight of the two blondes lying flat out on the sofa, a blanket wrapped around their very obviously naked forms, pooling around their tanned hips.

Malik’s eyes flickered open at the sound of Ryou’s laugh.

“Ryou!” he squealed, disentangling himself from Marik’s arms and pulling the pale on onto his lap and hugging him tightly. Ryou nuzzled into his tangled hair with pleasure, finding Malik’s smell was a lot stronger than usual.

“Hey, Malik.” Ryou giggled, leaning down to kiss the tanned one deeply, allowing himself to be flipped over and pinned to the sofa.

Malik let his hands wander down Ryou’s sides and up the green shirt, pulling it over the pale head. Ryou rolled his eyes playfully - Malik was so forward - and glanced over Malik’s shoulder to see Bakura and Marik, their hands entwined and mouths busy in a heated kiss. Resting on Ryou’s naked chest, Malik propped his chin up on his hands and looked down at his captive with mischief.

“So did you have fun on your little trip?” Malik asked, tracing patterns on the smooth chest

“Yes, thank you.” Ryou replied, “It was very-”

Just what it was, Malik didn’t find out at that moment. Ryou was pulled out from under him by a tousled haired Bakura who bent down to give the blonde a firm kiss before picking Ryou up and walking out of the room.

“Sex now, talk later!” Malik heard him yell as Bakura hurried up the stairs

“Where do you want to, Ryou?” Bakura asked him hotly, giving the smaller a chaste kiss and running his hands down the slim body as they stood on the landing.

A devious smirk graced Ryou’s lips as he took Bakura’s hand and led him into Malik and Marik’s room. Bakura smirked as well, the Egyptians did have the biggest bed – he would know – and this would sort of make up for him having Ryou all to himself. Almost.

“Well, they must’ve had a good time.” Marik noted, as though talking about the weather, when a door upstairs slammed and a loud moan could be heard. Malik giggled and pounced on the other.

“You could say that.” He snickered, leaning in to kiss his lover.

Meanwhile, Bakura had Ryou clasped in his arms and the two were sharing a passionate kiss. Drawing back from one another, Ryou gripped the bottom of Bakura’s shirt and pulled it over his head, standing on tip toes to take it right off. He let out a soft whimper of appreciation at the image of Bakura standing there, muscular body glistening, jeans hanging low on his hips, white hair cascading over his pale chest and back and dark eyes clouded in want for him.

Ryou soon found himself pinned to the bed, Bakura hovering above him on all fours, bending down so tantalisingly slowly to touch his lips with his own, that Ryou got impatient and made to prop himself up on his elbows, only to be kissed with force that sent electricity through his veins, and he dropped back onto the bed. Bakura growled in appreciation at his sweet other, nipping his lips, though not enough to puncture, and roughly kissing Ryou who complied instantly.

Ryou let out soft gasps as Bakura moved away from his mouth, licking and kissing his way down the creamy neck, his hands resting on the join of Ryou’s supple skin and black jeans. Ryou’s hands grasped the bed sheets as Bakura’s quick tongue trailed down and connected with one of his sensitive nipples. Smirking at the reaction he got, Bakura nipped the nub once more, using his hand to circle the other. After teasing Ryou for a further while, Bakura let his hot organ once again move further south, listening to the quiet whimpers of want playing on the other’s lips. Dipping his tongue into Ryou’s belly button, Bakura moved to kiss the flat pale stomach before slipping his slender fingers down the side of the jeans, kneeling up and looking into the flushed face for confirmation.

Ryou nodded with vigour and let Bakura’s deft fingers undo the fly. He lifted his hips to give the more experienced one easier access to his task. Slowly, Bakura pulled the material off the other’s body, taking his boxers with it. Sliding the jeans right off Ryou’s slim legs, Bakura threw them to the floor, kneeling between the unclothed limbs and regarding the naked body with appreciation evident on his face.

Ryou blushed at feeling so exposed and brought one hand to rest by his head, nestling in his white hair as the other came to lie on his heaving chest. Bakura took in the lithe pale body, the flushed face with lips pink from the rough kisses, his gaze was drawn down further to the most intimate part of the other. He smirked. Ryou was bigger than he would’ve thought; he knew he would be far from disappointed in the sexual side of their relationship.

“Hmm… Almost as good as in the snow.” He said thoughtfully, flashing him a seductive grin

Ryou giggled, rolling his eyes and stretching out a leg to hit Bakura.

Bakura caught his foot and, holding both of his ankles, proceeded to run his hands up the full length of Ryou’s legs, slowly getting closer to his need. Settling so that his face was mere inches from the pulsing object Bakura wanted nothing more than to taste, he drew out his torture of Ryou a little longer, tracing his skilled fingers around the length, ghosting over places that had Ryou quivering with want. Just as Ryou was about to open his mouth and tell Bakura to get a move on, a loud moan took its place.

Throwing his head back, Ryou gasped at the hot, wet mouth now encasing his length. Bakura smirked, sucking gently, using his hands to steady Ryou’s hips while rubbing the sensitive place between his manhood and his thighs. Bakura quickened his pace, Ryou really did taste unique, and he loved it. Flicking his tongue over the receptive organ, he traced the length up and down, delving the tip of his tongue into the slit, making Ryou let out another throaty moan. Sucking harder now, Bakura listened out to Ryou’s breathing, not wanting him to release too soon.

In fact it was Ryou who pulled himself out of rapture to let his fingers trace Bakura’s defined cheek, calming his breathing down enough to speak.

“B-Bakura… N-not yet.” He managed

Bakura immediately pulled away, giving the tip a last tender kiss before moving up to press his lips to Ryou’s. Still engaged in a hot kiss, Bakura reached out and opened the bedside draw, immediately finding what he was looking for as he fumbled about – well, this was Malik and Marik they were talking about.

Ryou opened his eyes and saw the small bottle in Bakura’s hand. Taking a steadying breath, he sat up on his knees, breaking their kiss and looking at Bakura demurely. Bakura followed his movement, kneeling and looking into the lusty chocolate eyes as he felt Ryou’s trembling fingers undo his fly, pulling them down off his hips slightly. Bakura gave Ryou a chaste kiss, sliding the jeans off and pushing them onto the floor. Ryou looked down between Bakura’s legs, where his rather large length stood erect for him. Suddenly feeling rude, Ryou swiftly drew his gaze back to Bakura’s handsome face, blushing and shutting his eyes.

Hearing Bakura’s chuckle, Ryou felt the other lifting his chin with a finger.

“Ryou?” Bakura called huskily. Ryou obliged him with opening his eyes to look at Bakura’s smirking face.

“All this,” he continued softly, gesturing to himself, “is yours.”

Ryou bit his lip and shivered while letting Bakura push him until his back hit the headboard. Giving each other chaste kisses, Ryou lifted his hands to grasp the headboard either side of his upright kneeling body, bracing himself as he felt Bakura’s knees knock his own a little further apart.

Bakura opened the cap and poured some gel onto his fingers, glancing at Ryou, who was paying close attention to his actions. He threw the bottle onto the bed and spread the substance over the fingers of one hand. Leaning in close to the other he spoke.

“Are you defiantly sure?”

Ryou whimpered softly at the husky whisper near his ear and nodded his head.

“Yes.” He breathed.

Wasting no time, Bakura smashed his lips into Ryou’s, pressing his body against the headboard and grasping Ryou’s length in one hand, stroking him as the other reached between the pale legs to trace the small virgin opening.

Ryou started slightly at the intimate contact, trying to concentrate on the distracting feelings Bakura was providing him with. Very gently, Bakura slowly pushed a single finger into Ryou, kissing him softly and feeling a jolt of emotion at the small whimper of pain he let out. Ryou broke the kiss and bit his lip, squirming at the uncomfortable feeling, not meeting Bakura’s eyes.

“Relax, Ry…” Bakura whispered, rubbing their needs together and reaching up to caress the other’s cheek.

Ryou finally looked at the other, his eyes holding nothing but trust as he nodded his head and took a deep breath. Bakura slid the single finger out and then back into the desperately tight heat – he had never felt anything like it – feeling Ryou attempting to relax around the intrusion. Deciding to take things further, Bakura slid another finger into Ryou, equally as slowly, pausing when Ryou let out a small choked sound and tipped his head back, tears sliding down his face from shut eyes.

“Shh, it’s Ok… Do you want me to stop?” Bakura asked, his voice laced with concern, he hated seeing Ryou hurt, and he was extremely tight.

“N-no…” Ryou managed, trying to smile, lifting a hand to wipe away the tears on his cheeks. “…Sorry.” He whispered, looking down and letting his snowy hair fall over his shoulders.

“Don’t be.” Bakura replied, kissing his forehead, “It’s your first time, and you’re not used to it. I promise it will feel better soon.”

Ryou took another steadying breath and smiled at Bakura.

“Keep going.” He whispered

Bakura reached down to grasp Ryou’s length, kissing his pink lips; he ran his tongue over the bottom one and was immediately granted access. Skilfully, he coaxed Ryou back into letting out soft moans of pleasure at the sensations around his manhood. Pumping his hand a little faster, Bakura carefully began to move his fingers within Ryou at a steady pace, gradually feeling Ryou relaxing more and finally completely accommodating him.

Before he entered his final finger, Bakura gave the other a devilish look before suddenly dropping down in front of Ryou and taking him into his mouth. Ryou gasped and tangled his fingers in Bakura’s hair, sensing the aroused feeling descending on him once more. Working his mouth over Ryou, Bakura slid his fingers out and added a third, noting Ryou tensing, but he didn’t pause his ministrations as he slowly slid into Ryou’s tight heat.

Ryou felt the now-familiar pain and let a few crystal tears escape, but not without concentrating as hard as he could on Bakura’s irresistible mouth. After a while, Bakura found he could move all of his fingers in and out without too much trouble, and knelt back up to look into the innocent chocolate eyes before him. Leaning forwards, he flicked his tongue over the salty tears and came back to look at Ryou. Giving him a seductive gaze, Bakura gently pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in. Ryou found this incredibly arousing, the pain had almost subsided and he was sure he could feel a hint of pleasure.

“Ready?” Bakura whispered hotly, still sliding his fingers in and out leisurely

“Yes,” Ryou said quietly, shivering in anticipation.

Bakura smiled at him encouragingly, removing his fingers and coating his length with the remaining gel. Ryou whimpered slightly at the loss of contact, but placed his hands on Bakura’s strong shoulders as the other pushed his knees yet further apart, bending one leg so as to give him better access. Bakura manoeuvred himself so that the tip of his need was pressed against Ryou’s opening.

Looking deep into each other’s eyes, at a small nod from Ryou, Bakura pushed forwards, embedding himself gradually into the hot body.

Both let out moans at the sensation, which were amplified as Bakura gave a last push and was taken in up to the hilt. They stayed in that position, both breathing heavily, Bakura using every ounce of self control not to move too much in the tight heat, he had never expected anything this good, and he would hate to hurt Ryou so he wouldn’t want to do anything again. Ryou was struggling with his first feeling of being filled. The pain was slowly ebbing away, but Bakura’s length inside him gave him a feeling he could but relish, the pulsing organ and his willing body becoming one.

After a few moments, Bakura lifted his head from where he had rested it against Ryou’s shoulder and moved his hips experimentally, checking for the other’s reaction. Ryou gasped slightly, nodding in encouragement. Taking this, Bakura slid out of the tightness before slowly pushing back in, letting out a growl at the impeccable feeling. A few more experimental thrusts later, Ryou felt some spark inside him and gasped out, immediately alerting Bakura who pushed back in with a little more force.

Suddenly, Bakura pulled Ryou away from the headboard and turned around, lying down with Ryou still impaled on him, steadying the quivering body, Bakura let his hands rest on the prominent hips.

“Do what you feel comfortable with.” He encouraged, smirking up at the other, wanting to make extra-certain he wouldn’t hurt him.

Ryou smiled softly and tentatively rose up and then back down on Bakura, appreciating this tact very much, it had the added bonus that he got to look down on the handsome one and catch every facial expression of pleasure. Suddenly, as Ryou carefully slid down, he no longer felt pain, but a burst of ecstasy, making him shake and moan. He would’ve fallen over if Bakura hadn’t quickly sat up and wrapped his arms about him, kissing him with a forceful passion.

As Ryou rose up again, Bakura was there to meet him as he came down, forcing into him and catching the breath of both. Bakura swiftly grasped Ryou’s hips and flipped him over, spreading the creamy thighs and thrusting into him with force. Ryou screamed as the pleasurable sensations crashed over him. Bakura growled in lust, pushing himself into the intense tightness with renewed vigour, reaching down to grasp Ryou’s stiff length and pump it in time with their motion. Ryou’s senses were going into overload. He felt the heat pooling at his groin, the mingling sweat of their bodies lubricating the movement and causing his hair to stick to his chest and neck in tendrils. His mind was shattering for release, revelling in the hard, deep thrusts Bakura was giving him, where Bakura himself also felt near, groaning along with Ryou’s screams that filled the room.

With a couple more pushes, Ryou fell over the edge, his vision going white, toes curling, he screamed Bakura’s name and let go. Bakura moaned as he felt Ryou get impossibly tighter around him, his essence pouring into Bakura’s hand and over their stomachs. Gasping Ryou’s name and watching a vertigo of colours flash over his vision, Bakura thrust into the small body deeply and spilled his seed inside him.

Ryou gasped, trying to get his breath back, and enjoying the feeling of heat, sourced by Bakura, that was rapidly spreading through him. Bakura raised his head off Ryou’s chest and looked up at him, smiling. Ryou gave him a tired grin and ran his fingers through his sweaty hair. Bakura unwilling pulled out of Ryou, to a soft moan of protest from him, and pulled Ryou into a sticky, sweaty hug, so their heads were resting on the pillows and a violet coloured sheet covered their nude bodies.

Facing each other, Ryou slid his arms around Bakura and snuggled into his welcoming warmth, laying his head on the toned chest after sharing a sleepy, loving kiss. Entangling their legs together, Bakura sighed in contentment, wrapping his arms around the smaller one and resting his face just over his head, nuzzling into the soft hair.

“Hmm... Bakura?” Ryou mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep

“Mmm?” The other replied, tired also

“You were right… It did feel good.” He said quietly. Bakura smiled and leant down to kiss Ryou’s forehead.

“I’m glad.”

“I love you.” Ryou whispered after a pause, burying his head into Bakura’s chest. Even though Bakura couldn’t see him, he was sure Ryou was blushing.

“That’s good,” Bakura murmured, running his fingers gently through the other’s hair

“because I love you too.”

Ryou sighed happily and drifted into a peaceful sleep.

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“I’m tired,” Malik said, yawning and stretching in his position half-lying on Marik, the film they had just watched on TV ending, “and I want to actually sleep in a bed tonight.” He added after Marik had just shrugged.

“Anything for you.” Marik said huskily, bending down and kissing the other’s tanned cheek.

Malik slid off the other and wrapped the blanket they had been using tightly around his hips, letting it trail along the floor while Marik got up and stretched his muscular body – to the great appreciation of Malik – he turned off the TV, pulling on a pair of grey sweatpants left on the floor. When he was ready, Malik shuffled out of the room, his stride limited because of the fabric wrapped around his legs. He had barely got a few metres when he turned around to the laughter of Marik.

“What?” he asked

“It’s just you look so funny,” Marik snickered, stepping over to the other, “you look something along the lines of a penguin stroke mermaid.”

Malik put on a mock-offended look.

“How dare you insult my attire!” Malik said, pointing his nose in the air and putting one hand on his hip while the other kept the blanket in place, “I remind you that penguin-mermen are easily angered and do not have the correct anatomy to indulge in the finer tastes of physical activity. So none for you!”

Marik laughed heartily at this and pulled Malik over to him, kissing him soundly on the lips.

“The finer physical activity?” he questioned, giving Malik a suggestive look, who nodded. “I could do with some of that.” He purred, letting a hand slide down to grasp the other between the legs.

“M-much as I w-would like to,” Malik gasped, “indulge; I really need a shower and sleep.” Marik smirked, slipping his hands instead around the other’s waist. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure if he could’ve coped with another go either.

After a kiss, Malik turned around and shuffled into the hall, starting up the stairs. Marik rolled his eyes as Malik attempted to get up the first step with the blanket ridiculously wrapped round his legs. On the fourth try, Marik lost his patience, picking up his smaller lover bridle style and carrying him up the stairs. Malik opened his mouth to complain before shutting it as he knew Marik would probably come up with a better response.

“You go and get the shower started, I’ll get us some clean towels.” Malik said softly, kissing the other on the cheek as he was set down on the landing.

Marik nodded and wandered to the bathroom, switching on the light and pushing the door to slightly. Malik shuffled into his and Marik’s room, reaching for the light switch. He hand froze in mid air as he caught sight of the unusual lumps in his bed clothes. His mouth curled into a smirk as he teetered over to the wide bed, catching sight of the two pure white heads of hair resting on the purple pillows, Ryou facing away from him, nestled in Bakura’s chest. Bakura was facing him, the sharp face relaxed and his strong arms encircling the smaller protectively, as could be seen where the violet sheets had wrapped around their waists. Malik resisted the urge to touch them and instead turned to fish out some fluffy towels from the nearby open chest. With one last fond glance at the two sleeping lovers, Malik shuffled out of the door and into the bathroom.

“Hey, guess whose sound asleep in our bed, looking as though they’ve been doing some strenuous kind of work?” Malik said in a sing-song voice, stepping into the steam of the spacious shower and wrapping his arms around Marik’s waist, letting the hot water spray over him as well.

Marik turned around, running a hand through his sopping hair and slipping an arm around Malik’s slim hips. A crooked smile graced his lips.

“They didn’t?” he said, amused

“They most certainly did!” Malik replied happily, standing on tip toes to kiss Marik lightly.

“I have a feeling we shouldn’t join them though, Bakura will probably go all protective of him.” Marik reasoned. Malik nodded in agreement.

“I just can’t believe he’s finally done it. I’m sure Bakura will be fine after a few days, just like you were with me.” Malik said, remembering his first time with Marik and how pissed Bakura got when Marik didn’t pay him any attention for a week.

“Mmm.” Marik agreed, kissing Malik on the lips and proceeding to wash him clean.

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Ryou woke to comfort and the confusing scents of Malik, Marik and Bakura all mingled together. He opened his eyes and caught sight of pale skin, remembering last night with a soft smile. Yawning, he shifted slightly, his body moving against Bakura’s with an unpleasant stick. Wrinkling his nose, Ryou carefully tried turning over, halting in a matter of seconds as a sharp pain came from his lower back.

Taking a deep breath, Ryou readied himself and pulled himself out of Bakura’s grasp, sliding over to sit on the side of the purple mattress with a small pained noise, not wanting to wake Bakura when he looked so peaceful. Shutting his eyes, Ryou breathed deeply and opened them again, making to stand up but finding the pain too great and falling into a pile of Malik and Marik’s clothes with a yelp.

Bakura stirred slightly but did not wake; Ryou breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to his task at hand, his eyes suddenly drawn to the door where a familiar head had appeared.

“You alright?” Marik asked softly, concern in his voice.

He had been walking along the corridor when he heard the pained yelp, and decided to investigate. He stepped into the room and looked down at the blushing naked Ryou.

“I, um… Well, I’m a bit sore?” Ryou tried, looking up at Marik, trying not to go too red at the sight of the good looking Egyptian in nothing but gold jewellery and grey sweatpants low on his hips. Marik’s face cracked into a smile and he moved over to slide an arm around Ryou’s waist and hoist him up against his body.

Ryou thankfully wrapped his arms around the blonde’s neck and somehow not feeling at all embarrassed about his less than clothed state.

“Thanks,” he said quietly, trying to keep the pain off his face.

“No problem.” Marik replied, kissing Ryou gently on the lips, tasting Bakura there. Ryou moaned softly and opened his mouth to the other’s questioning tongue, enjoying the slow kiss that took his mind off the dull pain.

Drawing away, Marik smiled at the one that looked so much like his first lover and glanced over to his bed. Said lover was laying on his side, the blankets pulled down low around his hips with one arm loosely outstretched, his face a mask of content.

“He’s beautiful, isn’t he.” Marik said quietly

Ryou followed his direction of sight and made a noise of agreement. He had never heard Marik speak like that about Bakura, but he certainly agreed wholeheartedly.

“So,” Marik said matter-of-factly, ruffling Ryou’s hair, “where were you off to in such a hurry?”

“The bathroom.” Ryou blushed, “I need a shower.” He added gesturing to his body.

“Well I can help you out there.” Marik said, smirking down at the other seductively, “I might even throw some pain killers in for free.”

Ryou giggled and nodded, kissing Marik on the cheek. Marik bent down slightly and picked up Ryou, who wrapped his legs around the tanned waist and unintentionally bit his lip and gave a whimper at the pain the movement caused. Marik graciously ignored this and secured his grip on the naked one, trying not to let his mind wander in a sexual direction... which was rather hard.

Soon Marik let Ryou down to sit on the seat of the loo in the bathroom. Ryou sat with an uncomfortable look on his face, watching Marik open the bathroom cabinet and pull out a glass and some painkillers. Marik leant over and popped two out of the foil into Ryou’s hand, putting the box back in the cupboard and filling up the glass with water from the tap. Ryou smiled in thanks and gulped down the tablets, letting Marik take his finished glass and stand it on the sink, before leaning down to kiss Ryou’s forehead softly and run his fingers through the white hair. Ryou shut his eyes and leant to the touch, thanking whatever kind spirit who blessed him with these people that loved him.

Marik reluctantly drew away and leant into the shower to turn on the tap, he glanced back at Ryou with a pout.

“What was that for?” Ryou giggled

“I won’t get to undress you.” Marik replied, pulling his trousers off his hips to let them pool on the floor.

Ryou had seen Malik naked before, but never Marik completely, so he had to pull his gaze away from the muscular, extremely well endowed form in front of him, with a blush on his face. Marik smirked and moved forwards to lift Ryou’s chin with a finger. Ryou looked into his violet eyes hesitantly before meeting Marik’s hungry lips with his own and allowing the tanned one to completely dominate his mouth. Moaning at the rough kiss that was uniquely Marik, Ryou wrapped his arms around his neck and allowed him to pick him up, surprisingly gently for someone who was kissing with such vigour.

Ryou heard the door open and shut before warm water cascaded over his head, causing him to shiver with appreciation. Loosening his legs around Marik, Ryou stood carefully on the floor, drawing away from Marik’s kiss and running a hand down the firm chest with the water. Marik slipped one arm around Ryou’s waist to steady him while the other hand slid down the flawless pale back to rest just above his behind, where he knew the pain was. Ryou nuzzled into his chest, pressing their naked bodies together, as Marik drew delicate patterns over the area, his touch and the warm water soothing the smaller. Every now and again Marik planted small kisses on the other’s lips.

The opening and shutting of the shower door broke their moment and Ryou didn’t have time to look at who had entered before a pair of strong, familiar pale arms had joined Marik’s at his waist. Leaning back into Bakura’s firm chest slightly, Ryou sighed in bliss as his lover leant forwards to kiss him gently. Glancing up at Marik with a smirk, Bakura spoke.

“Care to tell me why you’ve taken my angel away?” he asked, the vibrations from his chest making Ryou shiver. Bakura leant forwards, pressing Ryou between them as he shared a hot kiss with Marik.

“Hmm,” Marik smirked, reaching up and brushing Ryou’s wet hair over his shoulder. “Well he was just lying there, all innocent, presenting and tempting, I thought I would take him away and have my way with him.” Ryou quivered with desire at the thought, but the dull pain from his back brought him back to Earth. Bakura chuckled.

“Soon, soon.” He said, kissing Ryou’s shoulder, who smiled. “Really, though, how come you’re in the shower together?”

“Because, you sexual deviant,” Ryou spoke up, turning around carefully to face Bakura, “I’m completely sore down there, and it’s your entire fault.” He pouted and Marik took this opportunity to kiss his neck, looking up at Bakura with amusement. Bakura smirked at them.

“Well it’s definitely not my fault you’re the tightest thing I’ve ever come across. Not that I’m complaining.” He said, watching Ryou blush and smile up at him.

“I see it’s a case of the morning after the night before syndrome.” Marik commented, pulling Ryou flush up against his wet body and feeling him quiver.

“Mmm,” Bakura responded, “damn it was a good night though.” He whispered huskily to Ryou. Even through this rather crude interpretation, Ryou knew that the other meant well.

Ryou groaned as Bakura kissed him deeply, granting his tongue entry and appreciating the two muscular bodies pressing in on both sides, a pair of lips kissing and nipping his exposed neck. When they broke apart, Marik slid his arms out from around Ryou and kissed him on the cheek.

“Malik’s making breakfast,” he said in response to Ryou’s confused and pleading look, “you two come down when you’re ready.” Giving the pale lovers a wink, he stepped out of the shower before drying himself off and wandering down to the kitchen that was currently covered in flour and Malik’s attempts at pancakes.

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Mmm... I want some pancakes now :P Anyways, what did you think? Got to have a good bit of fluff after the action... It was originally just going to be the lemon, but I was feeling kind - and I like the tenderness :) Thanks for reading, please review to get some more!