A Series of One Shots

BACH TO THE BASICS

Bakura gave Marik the most pained look he could, blowing into this accursed thing he was asked to play with an air of defeat. Marik nodded, giving a silent ‘I know’ before grabbing his own. A few lazy beats from percussion in the back told them Tozokuo was just as miserable.

“Will you stop acting like this is killing you?” Ryou hissed at his yami between melodic notes as the song continued.

“Ryou, I think I’m about to explode.” Bakura morosely replied.

“Are you trying to tell me, that someone who spent 3000 years plotting his revenge, died and came back to life, survived in the desert…is about to explode from playing a flute???”

Bakura let out a desperate cry, hanging his head in shame. “This is miserable!”

He looked over to Marik who had taken to trying to break his instrument in two, but by the veins popping from his forehead, he was far off from accomplishing that goal.

“I’m with Marik.” Bakura nodded, grunting as he tried to rip his flute in two. Ryou pulled one of Bakura’s arms away, “Stop it!”

“Ryou, pleeease I’ll do anything, just don’t make me do this again!” Bakura put on his best sad face, only managing to look extremely constipated. Ryou sighed, getting Malik’s attention who had been completely ignorant of the situation as he merrily played his clarinet.

“Malik.”

“Malik!” Malik slowly turned to face Ryou.

“They won’t shut up about how this is killing them.” Malik just shrugged, looking back to his music. Ryou let out an agitated sigh.

“Less talking and more playing!” The teacher warned as Bakura looked back at Touzukoh.

“Look, you got it a lot easier playing that violet.”

“It’s a viola, not a violet.”

“Whatever, do you how much energy it takes blowing into this thing?”

“Malik isn’t complaining!”

“That’s because he’s a hikari and he’s used to blowing.” Bakura smirked.

Ryou looked to him in annoyance, deciding it would be best to just ignore him.

Bakura huffed, muttering under his breath between every irritating note he was being forced to play. He looked over to Marik who had the end of his cello in his mouth, pretending to be playing along. He moved his fingers over the strings, keeping his eyes locked on Malik’s crotch.

“You don’t play it with your mouth!” Malik mouthed to his yami, who just shrugged, wiggling his eyebrows at the other’s crotch.

Bakura looked at the clock, surely it was almost time to go.

He almost cried when he saw there was 50 minutes left.

“Fifty? Fifty!!!” Bakura hissed, banging his flute against the music stand.

“Alright, nice job everyone. I think we’ll end early today, so I’ll see you all Monday.” The teacher stated.

Bakura let out a sigh of relief, he wasn’t sure, but he may have even clapped in glee, but he wasn’t ready to admit to that yet.

He started to grab all his stuff like the rest of the class when a hand reached out to grab his arm. He looked up to see Ryou shaking his head.

“What?”

“Malik and I want to stay in here to practice until the bell rings.”

“Are. you. kidding. me?”

“You three just study or something.”

Bakura glared daggers, roughly shoving his books in his bag before stomping over to where Marik was bitterly sitting, his arms crossed and glaring at the floor.

“This is ridiculous! I can’t believe we have to sit here for 50 more fucking minutes listening to those two play when we could be doing something fun!”

“No shit. I was planning on stealing uranium from the science department today.” Marik snapped.

“It feels like my brain is going to erupt through my skull.” Tozokuo grimaced, collapsing into the chair between the two yamis.

“Look at them.” The three’s eyes narrowed in malice, shaking their head at the two hikaris who remained completely unaware to their obvious torture.

“I’m never coming back to this hell hole again. What the hell was I thinking?”

“The same thing we were, that they promised we could have a fuck fest if we came to school with them.”

“Well the only thing I’ve been fucking is my hand.” Marik scowled.

“I’m not staying one more minute until I get my end of the bargain.” Tozokuo haughtily replied.

“That is an excellent idea.” Marik agreed, standing up.

The three stomped over to the two, towering over them. They slowly looked up, continuing to play.

“Yes?” Ryou asked.

“Ryou, we want our end of the bargain.” Bakura stated.

The two looked at each other in confusion. “What bargain?”

All three let out a gasp, talking over each other.

“The deal that said—“

“You were supposed to have—“

“Ryou, we just said you are going to—“

“HAVE SEX WITH US!” They all ended in unison.

Malik and Ryou exchanged glances, before looking back at the three sets of hungry eyes that were directed right at them.

“Well?” Marik impatiently asked.

“What?” Malik shrugged.

“Are you going to answer us?”

“Are you really expecting us to have sex with you right now? At school? In the band room?”

All three nodded in unison.

Ryou scoffed, “I don’t want to be expelled or suspended…again.”

“Would you rather it be rape?” Tozokuo vehemently asked.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Malik taunted. Tozokuo took a step forward before being pulled back by the other two.

“Look, we have the room to ourselves for almost an hour, you owe us. If I had known school would be this horrible I would have made you jack off in public too or something.” Bakura crossed his arms, tapping his foot as he waited for his hikari to reply.

“Pleeeeeeeeease!” Marik begged, grabbing onto Malik’s leg for dear life.

“Okay…” The yamis let out various sounds of relief and excitement.

“But…” They looked to Ryou. “You have to give us blow jobs this time.”

“Aw, come on! I suck at that.” Marik groaned.

“That’s the point.”

“Shut up, you know what I mean.” He bitterly replied.

“Well that’s the deal. Take it or leave it.” Malik crossed his arms, waiting.

“Fine! Fine Fine Fine!” Marik stomped over to Malik, sitting between his legs. He looked back to the other two yamis who still stood frozen, watching him.

“Well??” He impatiently asked.

“Go ahead. He’s your hikari.” Tozokuo grinned at Bakura.

“Oh now I can have him but when Ryou was giving blow jobs it was ‘I’ve never had one from him before—you’ve lived with him longer.’” Bakura complained, trudging over to Ryou, still muttering under his breath.

Tozokuo smirked, pulling a chair up close between the four, tugging at his own jeans as he watched Marik begin to reluctantly undo his hikari’s pants.

“It’s not that bad.” Malik giggled, Marik glared up at him, “Well not for me anyway.” He smiled.

Malik sighed in content as his yami pulled his soft cock out. He held it with one hand, using the other to gently massage his sac. Malik gave a small cry, his cock beginning to harden as teasing licks were given to just the head.

“What…what do you mean you…you aren’t good at…at this?” Malik groaned, his head falling back as the head of his cock was lightly suckled on, the hard tongue delving repeatedly into the sensitive slit as it slowly leaked precum.

Malik let his hands dig into his yami’s course locks, pushing his cock deeper into the others throat. Marik obliged, deep throating the other slowly. Each time the tip of Malik’s cock hit the back of his throat, the hikari let out a whimpering cry, digging his fingers harder into his hair. He hummed around the cock, Malik jolting from his seat with a deep moan.

“Marik go faster.” Malik pleaded breathlessly, his body arching as Marik began sucking harder, bobbing in and out faster.

“Well fuck me. How can I compete with that?” Bakura asked, watching Marik as his tongue swirled over the pulsing length in front of him. The three were quite enjoying the harsh moans emitting from Malik who was a sight to see with his legs spread, head hung back and eyes tightly closed. His chest heaved in a slow, steady rhythm while his body twitched as his climax neared. When his breathing began to quicken and his fingers dug harsher into Marik’s hair, the three watched carefully, knowing he was about to come at any moment. Tozokuo scooted closer, eyes watching hungrily as Malik twitched in his seat.

Marik gave long, low hums around Malik’s cock, knowing it would send him on edge. His other hand started to work the hikari’s pants down, tugging the underwear down with them. Malik gasped in surprise, his body tensing as Marik snuck a finger into him, slowly pushing it in and out.

“Marik, fuck Marik oooooohhhh.” He mumbled, pushing down on the finger to drive it farther in. When it struck against his prostate, his body lifted from the seat, thrusting hard into Marik’s mouth in desperation. Marik took it all though, letting Malik hammer into his mouth until with a strangled sob he came in salty spurts, each drop being lapped up by his yami’s willing tongue.

He collapsed back into the seat in exhaustion, grinning sheepishly as Marik continued to give tender laps to the inside of each thigh as his hands ran up and down the tanned legs.

“It always goes so fast.” Malik sighed.

Marik got up with a grin, rubbing at his own straining cock that was still trapped in his leather pants. Bakura’s attention was brought back to Ryou with a small nudge.

“Kura, I’m still waiting.” He whined, giving his yami a coy smile.

“Kura, we’re going to get started on this thing.” Marik smirked, pulling his hikari to the ground who gave a shy giggle as the two began to attack him, pulling his clothes off and their own. They devoured each nipple, rubbing their hard cocks against his flushed skin for some relief as they licked and nipped their way over his chest, ass, legs and stomach. His moans echoed off the walls, his body arching into their every touch. Tozokuo pushed Malik’s legs apart, letting his hands delicately trace the tanned skin of his thighs. His vocalizations grew in intensity as he began pushing at his already sensitive entrance, tracing his fingers around the rim repeatedly before plunging them in and out at a slow, excruciating pace.

Bakura pulled out Ryou’s hard cock, giving teasing licks to the precum that was already there from watching the other two. Ryou gave a small whine, calling out Bakura’s name as he licked and flicked his tongue against the ultra-sensitive head. Ryou’s head felt dizzy, his whole body buzzing, his nerves were so on edge, he watched through hazy eyes as Marik lazily kissed Malik, their tongues sliding off each other, exploring each other while Tozokuo steadily pumped three fingers in and out of Malik’s willing entrance. Ryou bit his lip as Bakura engulfed him whole, his fingers massaging his milky white thighs as he sucked him harder.

“Oh Kura please please don’t stop don’t stop.” Ryou pleaded, panting as he gave long, languorous sucks to the pulsing shaft.

“Let me take him first.” Tozokuo asked, kissing up Malik’s thigh while he continued to pump his fingers harder into Malik, relishing in the cries each time he’d strike against the boy’s prostate.

“Fine.” Marik grumbled as he started to jerk his own cock, watching as Tozokuo began to line himself up, Malik wrapped his legs around him, sighing as Tozokuo teasingly pushed the head of his cock against the ring of muscles that strained against him. He gave small shallow thrusts, each time his cock pushing a little farther in.

“Fuck stop teasing.” Malik moaned, pushing against him in hopes to push him farther in.

Ryou groaned as Bakura licked down his shaft, giving a few laps to his sac. He gave a startled cry as Bakura’s tongue began to lick around his entrance, slowly licking the tight ring of muscles. His body shook with intensity, Bakura trying to keep his body still as he tried to push Bakura’s tongue into him. He babbled incoherently as he was tongue-fucked, crying out as Bakura shoved his tongue in and out quicker.

He smirked, pulling back to watch Ryou’s disgruntled expression now that he wasn’t being touched.

“Tozokuo. Where are your sticks?” The thief’s head shot up while he pounded into Malik while Marik jerked off over the two of them. He pointed to the sticks with a sly smirk before grabbing Malik’s leg, throwing it over his shoulder so he could slam into Malik harder and deeper. He had to put his hand over the hikari’s mouth as he began to practically scream from the feeling of Tozokuo driving hard into this prostate with each thrust.

Bakura grabbed the drum sticks, making his way back to Ryou who was giving him a questioning look.

“Hey, might as well take advantage of the scenery.” He remarked, spreading the hikari’s legs farther apart.

“Okay.” Ryou shyly smiled, adjusting in his seat as Bakura placed the smooth drum stick between his legs.

“Is this going to feel good?” He asked.

“You tell me.”

Bakura slowly pushed it in, grinning at the long moan that escaped Ryou’s throat as the stick was pushed in as far as it could go.

“Kura oh god that’s that’s really good.” He moaned, spreading his legs wider in the chair.

Bakura smirked, twisting the stick while he lazily thrusted it in and out, watching Ryou’s each and every expression. He started rubbing at his cock, pulling it out as he watched Ryou. Nothing got him off faster than just watching Ryou when he was experiencing the utmost pleasure, especially when it was being brought to him by him. His expression changed each time Bakura would pick up his speed or push it in at a different angle or just change how fast he twisted it inside of him. He started to pump his own weeping cock harder, groaning as Ryou began to arch off the seat, his hands not sure where to touch or hold on to.
When he knew Ryou was close he quickly wrapped his mouth around his neglected cock.

Marik gave a low grunt as he came over Malik, his cum dripping over all over the heaving chest.

“Fuck me.” Marik sighed, kneeling down to attack Malik’s mouth.

“Ba-Bakura you have to fuck me already.” Ryou pleaded, bucking off the seat as the stick hit his prostate again.

“I hope we get to sing that—“

All five stopped, looking to the door as Yugi’s little friendship team entered with the band teacher. They all stopped abruptly, Yugi ending his sentence to stare at the five in horror.

“Shit.” Bakura hissed, pulling the stick out of Ryou while buttoning his pants back up. Tozokuo had remained still, not bothering to pull out of Malik who still had his legs wrapped around the thief.

An uncomfortable silence followed which seemed like an eternity to the hikaris. Yugi covered his eyes, burying his face into Yami who was giving his normal look of disapproval. Tristan seemed to have something stuck in his throat as he began coughing incessantly while Tea patted his back. But Bakura enjoyed watching Duke’s expression the most which seemed to be somewhere between shock and arousal.

“Come join us Dukey.” He smirked. Duke immediately flushed, looking to the ground, shaking his head and mumbling inaudibly.

“No one will be joining you young man! What the hell are you doing!” The band teacher seemed to have broken out of his stupor, attempting to usher out the others while he screamed at the other five.

Tozokuo rolled his eyes, pulling out of Malik and dressing while Malik regretfully began to do the same. Ryou however went into apology mode, blushing as he began to apologize profusely to the teacher while gathering his things.

“Shut up Ryou. It was your idea.” Marik leered.

“It was not!” He panicked. “Malik tell him!”

Malik was too embarrassed to do anything, his face beat red as he grabbed his clarinet.

Bakura threw the drum sticks down as the five made their way out the door.

“I don’t want those things left in here! I saw where they were!” The teacher yelled, pointing to the sticks.

Somehow, Ryou’s face managed to turn an even deeper red as he scurried across the room to grab them.

“All five of you go to the principle’s office!” He yelled.

“Whatever we quit.” Marik yelled as they slammed the doors shut behind them.

Ryou threw the sticks at Bakura. He caught them with a smirk, waving them at his hikari.

“Hey, we can finish with these later.”

Ryou rolled his eyes, “I’m never sleeping with you again!” he yelled, running down the hall.

“But Ryou! I thought you had to practice playing more! We didn’t even get to your violet!” He yelled after him.

“IT’S A VIOLA!”

AN: Well. I hope that the requester enjoyed their story, this was sooooo hard to write! And it turned out super long somehow. Anyhoo, here you go. But one important note:

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REVIEW REPLIES:

Mystralwind: yeah I like that pairing : ) I don’t think I’ve written for it though but it will be fun to do! Anyway, thanks for reviewing and I’m happy to hear my story was original! ; )

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Desertrosetemari: lmao that story was funny—I hope your hand is still intact. ; ) I have to admit its something that I would like to try sometime in my life. But hopefully I won’t be turned down! lol yeah, my bookshelf is a big distracter. : )

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