Camping

Hi everyone (waves), I missed writing, so here is a brand spanking new fic! I was originally going to do a sequal to Love Under a Silver Moon, which I will do, in time, but this one just kept nagging at my brain and I thought "Why not? Lets write a shortish story containing RyouBakura goodness!" So anyway, here it is, I present (insert drum roll) Camping! (Which will most definatly have a BxRxMxM lemon... if I can pluck up the courage to write it :P )

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~ Camping ~

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Chapter 1

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“M-Malik! No!”

Ryou gasped as the fiendish blonde pushed him back onto the soft covers of his double bed, letting a small moan escape his lips as Malik’s kisses moved from his lips down his pale neck.

“Mmm… No! Seriously… I… I have to get ready!”

He tried again to push the excitable one off him, struggling to stop the deft fingers from undoing the buttons of his shirt. Malik looked up at Ryou briefly and smirked, sliding his hands instead up the slim legs of the one under him, getting tantalisingly close to another destination.

Ryou sat up sharply, a blush spreading over his features, giggling at the pout Malik had affixed to his mouth. Said tanned one got up onto all fours and placed one hand either side of Ryou’s hips, settling between the bent legs.

“Come on Ryou…” He whispered seductively, looking at the other from under his platinum hair, leaning in and kissing his cheek. Ryou swatted him off.

“Malik, no! I have to make sure everything is packed. It’s your fault I have to do this on my own, if you wanted to come along, then you could have! Now, I have-” Ryou consulted the red digits of his digital bedside clock in agitation, “-less than 5 minutes to get everything together if we want to get to the campsite before it gets dark and we get lost in a snowdrift!”

Malik watched the little outburst in mock seriousness, snickering at the scowl on his friend’s face. He lifted a hand and brushed some of the white hairs out of Ryou’s face, caressing his cheek gently, and watching in satisfaction as the scowl crumpling the pale features disappeared. Malik lent in to his ear,

“5 minutes is plenty of time,” he breathed hotly, feeling Ryou’s quiver through the mattress.

Suddenly, the smooth skin in front of Malik’s waiting lips was not there. Snapping his head around in confusion at the loss of his attractive pale friend, Malik sighed and slumped onto the bed as he caught sight of Ryou busying himself on the floor. Ryou was swiftly packing a camping rucksack and tapping his lips with a long finger, mentally going through his checklist for about the eighth time that morning. Rolling over, Malik propped his chin up on his hand, letting his eyes sweep up and down the body of the other, appreciating the soft white hair that fell down his back, the slender build, and the quick, gentle, chocolate eyes. The violet eyes now rested on the perfectly formed behind when he let out a growl at Ryou’s movement that obstructed his view.

The other stood up; slinging the bag over his arm and raising an eyebrow at the Egyptian sprawled out on his bed.

“Checking me out, Malik?” he asked, his tone amused

“You know me too well. So you’ll also know I only look at the best.” Malik winked, giving Ryou a smirk and slipping off the mattress and stretching like a cat. His shirt came up slightly to give Ryou a look at his toned stomach; he smiled when he saw he had indeed got the pale one’s attention.

“Checking me out, Ryou?” Malik said, his voice smug

Ryou gave an exasperated sigh and rolled his eyes. He shook his head and smiled, nodding quickly and blushing before going to make a swift exit from his room.

A tanned arm shot out and flingers clung to the door frame, barring the escape route Ryou had planned. He looked up and saw Malik’s face smirking back at him, eyes glittering with mischief. The bronzed one’s body swiftly pressed up against Ryou and held him against the frame, much to Ryou’s annoyance.

Before he could open his mouth to complain, a soft pair of lips met his.

Malik smirked into the kiss. Ryou could never resist his best technique – as he was now demonstrating. Ryou moaned as Malik ran his tongue over his bottom lip, asking for entrance. The clunk of the camping bag hitting the floor managed to bring the flushed Ryou to his senses. He drew away sharply and frowned at the other.

“Really, I have to go now. You know how annoyed Bakura’s getting, he doesn’t want to go with me I just know it, but I need everything sorted so-”

Malik silenced him with his lips, and not pushing his luck, he moved away quickly to speak to the agitated Ryou. Malik let his hands slip down the other’s sides to rest on slim hips.

“Don’t worry, Ry. Everything’s gong to be great. Bakura will have a great time, he’s not just annoyed by this, he’s just the general ‘I’m annoyed with the world’ type. So don’t go worrying your pretty little head about it, you go and enjoy your camping trip and me and Mark will study real hard for this test.”

Ryou smiled weakly, sometimes, when Malik wasn’t trying to get him into bed, he did actually say some very sensible and nice things.

He had wanted to go on this expedition for ages, ever since he had seen something like it on TV. It involved a three day hike in the mountains, with camping, snow and hopefully a great time with his friends. He had, of course, asked all the occupants of the house to come, but Malik and Marik said they both had to study for a big exam in college, where they were both on the same course. That left Bakura, the often moody, cynical, but desperately attractive look-alike to Ryou. Ryou had approached him with the offer, expecting a no, but to his surprise he had said he would consider it. Malik and Marik must have something to do with it, Ryou figured, when Bakura had got back to him the day after explaining something about how he “didn’t want him to get lost or hurt” and so would come on the trip with him.

Malik and Marik had been together for years, and lived in the same house as Bakura and Ryou as they shared it for their student accommodation. All got on well, and had a weird relationship that many didn’t understand. Malik and Marik adored Ryou and so were constantly, and playfully, trying to get him into bed with them. Ryou, being the accepting soul he is, got used to the groping hands and became very close friends with the couple, but never going as far as to have sex with them. The two realised this pretty early on, and so satisfied themselves with the chase of their unobtainable angel and each other in bed.

Bakura was best friends with Marik since primary school, and they matched personalities pretty well. Bakura and Marik had both lost their virginities to each other and so always felt that bond, but when Marik had got together with Malik, the more wild of the Egyptian duo had made it clear that Bakura came with the package and Malik had happily accepted him, sometimes even into their more intimate activities. Bakura knew that jealousy was not an option between them, and he had grown very close to both Malik and Marik and befriended the shy and gentle Ryou also.

Bakura wasn’t sure for certain, but he was right to assume, that Malik and Marik both knew of his infatuation with Ryou. The sweet male had caught his attention from the day they had met, and he had made the effort in friendship but he wasn’t sure how to go about asking for more – with Malik it had simply always been there. The twinges of longing every time one of the others had touched or kissed Ryou had dissipated slowly, but he still did wish he was in their place sometimes. Though recently, these feelings of desire had been getting stronger.

“Yes, I’m sure you’ll be studying really hard.” Ryou snorted, knowing full well that the two would just take advantage of the house being empty and have sex everywhere.

Malik placed a look of mock indigence on his face.

“Ryou! What do you take me for?!” He said

“A sex-crazed blonde hurricane?” Ryou tried, looking at Malik innocently

“Hmm,” Malik moved in closer to flick his tongue over Ryou’s ear, his breath tickling the pale neck.

“You forgot the ‘breathtakingly attractive’ part.” He whispered huskily

Ryou smiled and closed his eyes and the feeling of Malik’s body pressed against his own.

“Ryou!”

Said male’s eyes snapped open, jumping in shock at the sudden call of his name.

Standing on the landing, looking very pissed off, was Bakura, in all his tall, muscular, white haired glory.

“I thought you wanted to leave now, and, mistake me if I’m wrong, there are currently NO bags in the car. So if you-” At this, Bakura grabbed the back of Malik’s shirt, yanking him away from Ryou, “-stop trying to get into his pants, we can get this show on the road and get this camping trip over and done with.”

Malik opened his mouth, but quickly closed it again. This probably wasn’t the best time to tell Bakura he looked hot when he was angry.

“Sure, Bakura, if you just grab the food I’ve listed in the kitchen, I’ll put all the stuff in the car. Leaving in 10?” Ryou said softly.

Bakura felt his bad mood fading as Ryou fixed those beautiful chocolate eyes on his own. He nodded and glared at Malik, who winked seductively at him, before stalking off downstairs to get their food that would sustain them the next few days.

“No, Malik.” Ryou said firmly, as the blonde advanced on him again.

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“Oh, you and Ryou will have a great time.”

Marik winked at his friend, who was pulling food out of a cupboard and shoving it roughly into a bag. The blonde leant back against the counter and tipped his head back, smirking to himself at the dirty look Bakura had just given him.

“Speak of the devil… I mean angel.” Marik said pointedly, whispering the last part into the disgruntled albino’s ear.

Bakura turned, fished with his packing, to see Ryou enter the kitchen with Malik in tow.

“Ryou! I’m going to miss you, baby.” Marik said, opening his arms to the male.

Ryou smiled at him and walked over, allowing himself to be encircled by the warm, strong arms of Marik. He giggled as Marik planted a kiss on his forehead and ruffled his snowy hair, looking up into the dark violet eyes with trust.

“I’m quite glad you’re going, to be honest,” Marik continued, letting Ryou stand to his side, with his arm still firmly around his hips. “I mean, we’ve got to make sure someone is there to pull Kura out of the snow. With his colouring, he could very easily get lost.”

Malik giggled and Marik smirked at Bakura who growled at him.

“Shut up Marik.” He said with venom.

“It’s Ok Bakura.” Ryou said sweetly.

Bakura would’ve picked up the hints in Ryou’s voice had he not been intently looking at the new position of Marik’s fingers, which had slid themselves down the side of Ryou’s trousers and now rested in the hollow of his hip, stroking back and forth very slightly. Glancing back up at his friend’s face, he realised Marik had his eyes set dead on him, a smirk attached to his lips.

“Well, we better go, right Ryou?” Bakura growled, narrowing his eyes at Marik, who he knew was winding him up.

“Yeah, we should. Bye Marik!” Ryou chirped, allowing Marik to hug him tightly again and kiss him soundly on the lips.

“I’ll make sure you get the last of the things in the car Ok!” Malik offered, grabbing Ryou’s hand and dragging him out the kitchen.

Bakura waited a second, and without a look at Marik, made off out of the room as well.

He was barely in the corridor when a strong pair of hands held both of his own above his head and a body slammed him against the wall. A pair of needy lips pressed against his own, and Bakura considered fighting against them for a second, but soon gave in to the rough passion of Marik. A battle for dominance ensued, which was then broken, Marik resting his forehead against the pale one in front of him, letting their gasping breath play over each other’s lips.

“Take care of Ryou.” Marik said huskily

“Mmm,” Bakura replied, he could never stay mad at Marik for long. He tilted his head slightly to brush their noses together and let their lips move against one another, allowing the moment to linger.

“I will.” The pale one gave Marik another chaste kiss before shoving him off and smirking as he walked out of the front door.

“No consideration…” The old lady across the street muttered as she pruned the roses in her front garden, eyeing the spectacle on the other side of the road.

Ryou had successfully managed to load up the car, swatting off Malik’s groping hands, and was currently in a make out session with the blonde against the side of the vehicle, soft moans permeating the kiss every now and again.

“Come on then, Ryou.” Bakura called, opening the door on the other side after enjoying the view for a minute.

Malik swiftly gave the smiling Ryou one last peck on the lips, before zooming round the front of the car to pounce on Bakura. Ryou shook his head and got in, strapping the seat belt on and turning the ignition.

“Yeah, I’m going to miss you too, Malik. It’s only three days!” Bakura said to the blonde in his arms.

Malik reached up and wrapped his arms around the pale one’s neck, once more giving him a kiss that left them both breathless before pouting and skipping over to Marik, who was leaning against the front door frame, a smirk on his lips.

“BYE!” Malik yelled as the car drove around the corner of the street. The old lady gave him a withering look.

Malik followed Marik back into the house and turned to close the door behind them. As the catch clicked shut, Malik found a pair of tanned arms around him and a soft mouth kissing his neck.

He swiftly turned around to look at his lover and grin. He abruptly leapt into Marik’s arms, wrapping his slim legs around the other’s waist and arms around his neck. Marik smirked into the deep, rough kiss he was now receiving and shoved Malik into the hall wall to grind their hips together.

The sound of smashing glass made them both pause, looking down in confusion.

“Oh no! Marik!” Malik said, looking down at the picture that they had just knocked off the wall and was now lying in shards of glass on the carpet, “That was one of Ryou’s favourites!”

“Well I don’t think he’ll be worrying about that much when he gets back.” Marik said with a smirk.

Malik looked confused, and even more so when Marik let him down from his place pinned against the wall.

“What?” Malik asked, following Marik into the living room and watching him rummage behind the sofa.

A smirk spread over his face when he recognised the object in Marik’s hand.

“That is the funniest thing I’ve seen all day! You’re so-” Marik cut him off with a kiss.

“I’ll let you make you’re mind up about exactly what I am in a few minutes.” He whispered in Malik’s ear, throwing Ryou’s sleeping bag back behind the sofa.

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