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I... Can't believe I actually managed to write this..! I hope you enjoy it - the anticipated "finer physcial activty" ;) as participated by our favourite sexy charecters.
With thanks to... Kuro Ookami Hatake, evilgoddess1990, leer, Iced Perfection, fan girl 666, UnratedCrimsonBlood, shadowrealm818, millenniumthief, sakura angel dark, -Nightly Halo-, Jibakure & wiltedroses1232 (without whom, I would surely be procrastinating :P)
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Chapter 6 - Give Me FourMore... Ecstacy
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Ryou couldn't decide whether it was a good idea or not to give Malik the sharpest knife in the kitchen. As he was not one to give into persuasion easily, Ryou had concluded that maybe it was alright if Malik did a good job – it had nothing to do with the attractive blonde's more than friendly antics.
But while he gave Malik yet another glance from across the work surface, the pale one concluded that he had done the correct thing. The violet eyes were filled with slight concentration as deft fingers controlled the blade that skilfully cut the various vegetables, except for the occasional manic gleams, they did not go unnoticed by the cautious Ryou.
"Mm, mm!" Malik exclaimed, tipping the vegetables into a pan for them to cook, then wandering over to seat at the counter where Ryou was working on the meat.
"Thanks for helping out." Ryou smiled, noting that Malik had brought the wooden chopping board and knife over to the table with him.
"Anytime," Malik winked up at him, digging the blade into the supple wood. "You know, Bakura's really changed these past few weeks." He added reflectively, his eyes trained on the tip of the knife.
Ryou warily eyed Malik's defacement of the chopping board.
"Do you think?" he replied, severing and spicing the meat
"Yeah, he has. I think it's cos he's finally got out of his lusting after you that made the rest of the world his enemy." Malik smirked as a blush spread its way over Ryou's cheeks.
"I suppose you're right," Ryou said softly, "I like the way he's more, well, affectionate with us all. It's like he doesn't have to act awkwardly around anyone anymore."
"You, you mean." Malik said, smiling
"Mm," Ryou nodded, blushing again, "Just to think, if you and Marik hadn't…" he trailed off at this, allowing himself time with his own thoughts about his first true night with Bakura.
"Well you know us – amazing and everything. Not to mention good looking." Malik said pausing his hands to look at Ryou exasperated face.
"You forgot the completely big-headed part!" Ryou giggled, Malik laughed along with him.
"In all seriousness, Ry, it's great you put up with him. He's just so much more, I don't know… happy? Nowadays." Malik frowned slightly, was it right to use the words "Bakura" and "happy" in the same sentence?
Ryou just nodded, smiling. Bakura did seem in a better mood since they had got together. He wasn't talking temporary good mood, it appeared to be pretty permanent. The change had been welcomed by all, and although Bakura still did have his days when he would rather go out into the park and murder a few squirrels, the anger had been effectively subsided by a patient and caring Ryou.
"I'll just go and sort us out a few drinks." Malik spoke up, setting down his knife and leaning over to give Ryou a quick kiss before walking out of the room to find some beverages.
Ryou sighed slightly, placing the meat in the pan to cook, he moved over to the spot Malik had vacated and brushed the wood shavings away. We'll need yet another chopping board, he thought, though his slight frown swiftly turned into a sweet smile. Into the pine Malik had carefully carved patterns and hieroglyphics surrounding four letters: B x R x M x M.
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"Mmm, something smells good." Bakura said, stretching slightly before getting back into his position, lying face to face next to Marik on the sofa.
"Why thank you." Marik replied, smirking.
Bakura snorted and shoved the other, growling in a mixture of amusement and affection as the other wrapped his arms around him tightly, Bakura nestling into the strong chest in contentment. Drawing back slightly, Bakura felt Marik slide a leg over his own protectively. It was evening and the two were having some rare time together as the others had offered to cook – Ryou being on strict instruction to keep Malik under control.
"I like the way you are at the moment." Marik said, tracing patterns on Bakura's back.
"So you didn't like me before?" Bakura replied with a mock indignant expression. Marik smirked,
"Don't get me wrong, I love you and the slightly insane person you are when you want to be," both shared extremely x-rated memories at this, "but since you've been with Ryou, you're just, well, great." Bakura smiled in his head. Truth be told, he was finding life much easier now that he had the thing that'd been grinding away at his mind for a long while. He tightened his arms slightly around Marik, waiting for him to continue.
"I still can't believe you took him." Marik said with a wide smile, for what felt like to Bakura, the hundredth time that week, "In our bed as well…"
"That was his idea." Bakura replied, giving Marik a seductive smirk and leaning up to give him a chaste, but hot, kiss.
"Mmm, seems me and Marik have rubbed off on him. Not literally speaking, of course." Marik said devilishly. Bakura rolled his eyes,
"I really like him." He whispered, nuzzling into the other. Marik sighed, how happy was he to hear that. He knew Bakura didn't display much deep emotion on the outside, but he had verbal conformation now.
"I know." The blonde responded, kissing Bakura's cheek, "I'm just glad we're all together… feelings-wise. Maybe something more soon." Marik trailed off, watching Bakura's reaction carefully. He knew the pale haired male could be a little touchy on this subject and his new lover. To his surprise, a slight smile flickered over his lips.
"Mmm, though you going to have to be careful not to hurt him. He is tight." Bakura said thoughtfully.
Marik did a double take. He reached up and carefully extracted a strand of pure white hair to run his fingers through.
"What? You're saying I can take him?" he asked, "The oh-so protective white-haired demon is letting humble me touch his possession?"
Bakura rolled his eyes again.
"Yes." He said shortly.
"Does he want to though?"
"Of course he does." Bakura reasoned, "I'm not just handing him round like a box of chocolates. He wants to be with you and Malik properly, he told me."
Marik nodded slowly. Ryou and Bakura had taken to sleeping in their bed with them after a week and a few days of being together. The bed was big enough for all of them and Bakura was always on one side of his newest lover. Malik and Marik had decided to wear underwear in bed – something they usually wouldn't dream of – so as to not pressure or scare off Ryou, who was "officially" new to this side of their lifestyle. However, Marik was informed that Ryou had never taken anyone himself.
"Who wouldn't?" Marik said softly, running his hands up Bakura's side and brushing their lips together. The white haired one smirked; Marik just wouldn't be the same without his attitude.
"I would." Bakura whispered seductively, tangling his fingers in wild blonde hair and roughly pressing their lips together for a needy kiss.
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Ryou wandered into the room he now shared with Bakura and the blondes, running his fingers through his almost-dry hair and adjusting the white towel secured low on his hips. Malik was already standing by their bed, his back turned, Ryou entering just in time to see the other pull his top over his head to reveal a toned back. Smiling lightly, Ryou crept swiftly and silently over to Malik and slid an arm around his waist.
The blonde jumped at the sudden touch, but was immediately calmed when he saw the pale skin and felt a soft pair of lips press against his shoulder. Smirking to himself, he dropped his top to the floor and reached out to grasp Ryou's hands, entwining their fingers together as he turned around to face the pale one. Violet met chocolate as Malik gave Ryou a seductive look, pulling the other towards him by his hands and pulling his arms behind his back so Ryou was, in effect, pressed against him.
Taking in the slim body that was still warm from the shower, Malik gave Ryou a chaste kiss before speaking.
"Mmm, I must say, as far as surprises go," he said huskily, leaning in to nip Ryou's ear, "this is the best one I've had for a long time."
Ryou's eyes slid shut as Malik's hot breath and kisses skimmed his neck, he was feeling slightly aroused by now, not that it was something he didn't want. As Malik came back up to Ryou's lips, he felt the other shiver slightly. Smirking, he hovered his lips over the pair in front of him for a painfully long time, Ryou thought. Taking the initiative, Ryou suddenly crushed their lips together for a passionate kiss, giving Malik a little push backwards that got them both onto the bed.
Malik flipped Ryou over, straddling his hips and leaning down for another kiss, letting his tongue map out Ryou's mouth and running his slim fingers down the pale skin before him. Ryou moaned as the blonde's hand slipped over the sensitive places on his stomach. Malik left the pliant mouth and started butterfly kisses down the smooth curve of Ryou's neck and along the prominent collar bone.
When Malik's hot mouth met a hard nipple, Ryou gasped with pleasure as the other began his expert technique, not neglecting the other nub, tanned fingers flicked over this one too. After this was repeated on the other side, Malik looked up to give Ryou a devilish smirk, and while keeping eye contact, the devious Egyptian slid his fingers into the folds of towel and tugged lightly, the loose material coming away for him.
An attractive blush spread its way over Ryou's cheeks, a nod urging the other on. Malik looked down between the milky thighs and smirked at how aroused Ryou was for him. Reaching down, he grasped the length and pumped it slightly, listening to the incoherent whispers from the other. Leaning back, Malik swirled his tongue over the tip before taking the organ fully into his mouth, hearing Ryou's loud moan in satisfaction.
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It was late, Bakura decided, time to go and be with his newest lover. He got off the sofa and gestured to Marik, whose eyes had followed him from the TV they had been watching.
"Coming to bed?" Bakura asked, running a hand though his tangled hair.
"Is that an invitation?" Marik countered, suddenly smirking as an arousing noise was heard from upstairs.
"Now it is." Bakura growled, turning on his heel and literally running up the stairs, Marik in tow.
The site of Malik and Ryou together never got old; the other two knew as they burst into the room to find Ryou, flushed and spread out on their bed, Malik performing a very intimate act with him. Marik gave Bakura a wink before pulling off his shirt and getting onto the bed next to Malik, who welcomed him with a heated kiss. Bakura smirked and sat down next to Ryou, who's eyes opened and blush deepened as he realised who was the cause of the movement of the mattress.
Before Ryou could say or do anything, a loud moan escaped him and his back arched, a look of bliss passing over his face. Bakura looked down for the source of this and found both Marik and Malik at work on Ryou's length, their tongues and mouth coordinating in unspoken instruction, breaking contact every now and again to give each other rough kisses. Feeling a tug on his top, Bakura's eyes drew away from this spectacle to the lust-filled eyes of Ryou. Dragging his top over his head, Bakura bent down to kiss Ryou, plunging his tongue into the waiting cavern and feeling the lithe arms wrap around him to pull him closer.
Suddenly, Ryou pulled away, gasping for breath,
"I-I'm g-going…" he managed.
Malik and Marik immediately stopped what they were doing, knowing behind their sly smiles that making Ryou wait would make the end all the better for all of them. Giving Ryou a chaste kiss, Bakura nodded at Marik who came up to take his place after removing his sweatpants. Ryou's look of confusion and discomfort at the loss of the pleasurable sensation was turned into one of happiness as Marik pulled him up against his strong chest, the tanned fingers wrapping themselves around his arrousal and lips meeting his for a needy kiss.
Bakura left Ryou's side a caught Malik's smouldering look. Crawling over to him, Bakura reached out to the kneeling male to slip his fingers down the tight jeans and grasp the front, giving a sharp pull and he had Malik pressed against him. Malik bit his lip before tangling his fingers in the white hair and crushing their lips together, Bakura's hands moving to grasp the slim hips and mouth complying with the rough treatment. Fingers travelling up the tanned sides, Bakura ran his digits over the pert nipples, loving the gasp he drew from Malik, before moving down the lithe body to the place material was so inconveniently positioned over the thing he wanted. With Malik's fingers fumbling over his own, they managed to undo the fly and yank the trousers down, Bakura smirking at the lack of underwear and then at the all too familiar sight of Malik's arousal.
Removing his hands from the other, Bakura made to get rid of his own remaining clothing. Seeing this, Malik settled on his knees, his hand finding his hard length, he began to work himself, small gasps coming forth from his lips. Bakura smirked; Malik sure was giving him a show. The tanned, heaving chest was now glistening slightly with moisture and the platinum hair in disarray hung over heavy lidded eyes, overall, a sight that made Bakura hastily finish his task. Finally pulling off his last garments, Bakura quickly pinned the tanned devil to the soft mattress and pressed their bodies together, breath combining at the intimate contact of their arousals. Giving the blonde a hard kiss, Bakura suddenly found himself on his back, a naked Malik straddling his hips.
Bakura gave the other a smirk and gestured for him to come closer. Malik complied, shivering slightly as a pale hand sought his need and rubbed it smoothly against the milky toned stomach.
"Turn around," Bakura growled seductively.
Malik grinned and made to get off the other, but Bakura halted him with a sharp tug to his length.
"One more thing…" the white haired one added leisurely, knowing full well this pause in ministration would be torturing Malik, "Is it alright if Ryou fucks you?"
Malik almost fainted.
The combination of the prospect of the sweet other taking him, and the choice of words rolling so sexily off Bakura's tongue made him feel so much more aroused. Bakura took the slightly crazed grin on the other's face and the way he was treated to an expert kiss as a yes. Without further ado, Bakura had pulled Malik's hips over his head and proceeded to take the blonde's length into his mouth, groaning as he felt warm lips over his own arousal. Pausing his mouth work briefly, Bakura coated his slim fingers in spit before starting to prepare Malik.
Ryou nuzzled his face further into the crook of Marik's neck, the coolness of his gold earrings were like electricity against Ryou's sensitised skin. Waiting for the pain he knew would come, Ryou tried to relax as Marik's fingers traced between his spread legs. The blonde sat up a bit more; he had Ryou cradled against him, the pale arms wrapped around his chest in security. Kissing his forehead, Marik whispered to him softly,
"Baby, are you sure?" Ryou looked up at him, nodding his head.
"Can you please stop asking me that and take me?" Ryou replied sweetly. Even though he knew it would hurt, and Bakura would probably tear Marik into little pieces if he was too rough with him, Ryou was aroused, and he wanted some.
Marik smirked, leaning down to capture Ryou's pink lips in a rough kiss, and tightening his grip around the thin waist, he carefully started to push a finger into the intense heat, feeling Ryou immediately squirm slightly and his breathing falter. Once he was fully in, Marik frowned slightly as Ryou pulled his lips away and settled his face against the tanned neck once more. Whispering words of encouragement, Marik gently pulled his digit out and tested to see if Ryou was ready for another. Feeling a small nod against him, Marik took heed and started on the second finger.
As the smaller accommodated him, Marik realised Bakura wasn't overreacting when he said Ryou was tight. The sensation was completely new, and just thinking about what he would be doing in a few minutes almost made Marik release there and then. The small amount of moisture against his skin brought Marik back to reality. Stopping the movement of his hand, he brought his other fingers up to stroke Ryou's cheek affectionately, gently pulling the other into a position where they could look into each other's eyes. Kissing Ryou gently, and noting his embarrassed blush, Marik wiped away his tears and rested their foreheads together.
"I'm sorry… for crying." Ryou whispered.
Marik felt his heart melt. Of course Ryou was going to feel self conscious. When Malik and Bakura were so used to sex that they only felt pleasure, it was going to be hard for the angelic Ryou to live up to, what he thought, were their standards. Of course this was incorrect, and Marik wouldn't want to do anything if it was going to make Ryou feel inadequate. He just knew that after the pain, Ryou would have a great time.
"Mmm. It's fine. Just so you know, Bakura used to as well." Marik smirked, getting the desired reaction from Ryou, who smiled and eased up, shifting slightly against Marik's fingers and finding a spark of pleasure.
What Marik had meant, of course, was that Bakura's eyes had "watered" once when they had been indulging in a very rough session. Though Ryou didn't need to know that, it was worth it just to see the soft features relax visibly.
Taking the hint to continue, Marik once again kissed the other passionately, adding the final digit to the heat, letting Ryou get used to the feeling and occasionally brushing away the crystal tears that he chose not to draw attention to. Ryou moved away from Marik's intense kiss, breathing heavily and shifting his hips to try and get used to the sensations. As his eyes met the dark violet ones, a movement in the tanned fingers brought a rush of pleasure to Ryou. Letting out a moan and suddenly feeling extremely turned on as he looked into the lusty eyes of the other, Ryou felt the pain gradually go and he pressed his body against the muscular one as a sign.
Marik smirked and glanced over to Bakura and Malik, who were lying next to each other. Malik had his leg over Bakura's and the pale fingers were busy sliding in and out of him, the white haired one's eyes catching Marik's for conformation that they could proceed with the main event.
Stopping his teasing of Malik, whose own hands left his arousal, Bakura moved over to Ryou to give him a deep kiss. He couldn't help appreciating Marik's handiwork. Ryou smiled up at him seductively, before surprising them all and leaning up to suddenly join in the kiss the two blondes were currently sharing. Malik moaned in delight and immediately accommodated the extra organ, all three tongues dancing together. Three then became four as Bakura came in for the action. Slender hands roamed moist skin as the four indulged in the uncommon, but highly pleasurable, act.
Soon they all broke apart, panting and extremely aroused. Malik smirked at them all and flopped down onto the bed, showing no shame as he lay back against the headboard and spread his legs, biting his lip seductively. Ryou shivered with desire. This was amplified as Marik moved behind him and nudged him forwards. Giving Bakura a slightly shocked look, he felt Malik's legs rest over his own and Marik's throbbing arousal prominent against his back.
"I…" he began, looking unsure.
Bakura was by his side in an instant. Giving his lover a chaste kiss, he spoke,
"You'll be fine." Bakura said huskily, running his fingers through the soft hair.
"But what if I… mess up?" Ryou said, so quietly only Bakura could hear.
"You won't. Trust me, Ry." He replied, giving a last reassuring kiss before moving away to let the blondes have their fun.
Ryou took a deep breath and smiled at Malik's encouraging nod. The tanned one noticed Ryou's waver and reached out to brush his fingers over the pale stomach affectionately.
"Hey Ryou," he said, his voice low and laced with lust. Marik positioned the smaller one's arousal at Malik's entrance. "I want nothing more than to have you… in… me."
Ryou let out a scream that mingled with Malik's as Marik suddenly pushed him forwards, his own will and Marik's momentum embedding him within the other fully. If Marik's arms hadn't supported him, Ryou was sure he would've collapsed. The tight heat surrounding his length was like nothing he could have imagined, it felt exquisite. From personal experience, Ryou knew that he shouldn't just start thrusting away – even if every cell in his body was screaming for it right now. His breathing came in gasps and he felt Marik's need between his legs through the hazy fog of lust he was in.
After a few moments, Ryou calmed himself enough to nod vigorously to Marik who got the right idea, and instead of pushing in slowly, thrust into the tightness in one go. Ryou let out another scream as the feeling of pain amplified the pleasure and jolted him into Malik more. Marik rested his head against the pale shoulder, holding the quivering body to him protectively. Ryou was so hot and tight, he could not believe how so. In the time it took for Ryou to adjust to Marik's considerably bigger size than anything he'd ever taken, Bakura took up his own activities.
Leaning down to give the panting Malik a deep kiss, he then slid a leg over the tanned body, facing Ryou. Ryou seductively looked up at him from under sweaty hair and gave him a chaste kiss. Bakura abruptly moaned into the kiss as he positioned himself over Malik and pressed down. The blonde gasped and complied, thrusting his slim hips upwards to the pleasure and slight pain of Bakura. Ryou shifted his hips slightly, only to find pure feelings, the closeness of the other three sending his thoughts into stimulating spirals. True to this, Marik smirked at Bakura over his lover's shoulder and drew out of him, making sure to draw Ryou back with him, so he would know what to do.
The first deep thrust was like a wave of ecstasy over all four. Marik's movement into Ryou was passed through into Malik, who in tern, slammed up into Bakura. Setting up a moderate pace, mostly for Ryou's benefit, and all their breathing quickened and hearts beat faster. Ryou gasped and managed to get out, "F-faster!" Marik didn't need to be told twice as he drew out of Ryou and thrust back in hard, the ricocheting reaction amplifying their noise. As the pace quickened, Ryou gripped Malik's hips harder, suddenly not feeling at all shy, he thrust into the tanned one with new vigour, knowing he was doing something right as Malik suddenly let out a scream as Ryou unknowingly hit his sweet spot.
Another feature that made this a memorable experience to Ryou was the look on Bakura's face. Although they had kept eye contact during sex before, being taken by other people, people they loved, but not each other was certainly arousing the two beyond words. The pace quickened and deepened, and Bakura's hands slid around Ryou's waist and lips crushed together in need, sweaty bodies aching for contact. Closer and closer, Ryou knew he didn't have much time left as Marik hit a place inside him that made him see stars.
The intense feelings suddenly came to a peak and Ryou felt the blood rush between his legs and he thrust deeply into Malik for his release, pouring his hot essence into him. Marik felt Ryou become unbearably tight around him, and gasping, he fed the pale one a few more deep thrusts before letting lose, listening to the moan of appreciation he had managed to draw from the other's lips. Ryou's heat sent Malik over the edge; his vision went blurry as he frantically pushed into Bakura's warmth. Bakura grasped his own length and brought himself to let go, just as Malik hit him hard with his unique fluid and Ryou almost collapsed sideways from between him and Marik.
Lingering in the afterglow, Bakura groggily pulled himself off Malik, to a small noise of discontent, and pulled the tanned one close to him, Malik lifting the pale hand to seductively, but sleepily, lick it clean. Bakura smiled at him and this affectionate act, and held the slim body close.
Marik bundled the almost unconscious Ryou into his chest and pulled out of the still-tight heat. Ryou wrapped his arms around the other's neck and sighed in contentment as Marik carefully laid them under the blanket to join Malik and Bakura. Malik immediately pressed himself against Ryou's back, Bakura sliding the covers and an arm over both of them protectively. Malik shared a last sleepy kiss with all of them, mumbling "I love you," before he was flat out. Ryou felt the slight cool of Malik's now-smeary gold wristbands against his skin and snuggled deeper into the comforting heat emanating from Marik, nestling his head into the tanned chest.
"I love you." He whispered, dropping into sleep.
Bakura glanced tiredly over to Marik who responded with a genuine loving smile. They didn't need to say the words because the looks in each other's eyes told them of affection stronger than speech could describe.
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Fin
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It's ended! The last. The final. Chapter the conclusion. Text of the stop. How sad... I love this pairing (wait- pairing? I mean, group? Team? Foursome? Hottestpieceofsexynessever?) I enjoyed the writing, the stress, but most importantly, the reviews! So how did you like it? Come to think of it, I'm really getting in to this writing malarky - I thought "Oh, yeah, I'll write a story.. Then stop." But I don't know if I can do it! So reviews/ lovely people writing lovely comments = more material.
As always, thank you so much for reading, please leave a comment. Scarlett.x