Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Boredom ❯ Boredom ( One-Shot )

Boredom

hato_chiisai

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh. If I did, I would have controlled the dubs, and made it good. (Malik's voice sucks!) Nor do I own any of Anne Rice's novels, they're just good, so Ryou's reading them.

YAOI WARNING Malik/Marik/Ryou/Bakura

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For once, the Bakura house was quiet, which was odd, considering who was currently within its walls. All four were in the living room. Malik and Marik, bored out of their minds, had come to see if Bakura had any ideas. He didn't. They were now sitting around the living room, still bored out of their minds… for the most part. Bakura was channel surfing. There was nothing on TV Sunday afternoon. Malik was reading the newspaper, but quickly got bored and never finished a single article. Marik was in the armchair, feet up on the coffee table, eating an orange, and flicking bits of the peel at Malik's newspaper. Ryou, in the meantime, was curled up in the corner of the sofa, munching an apple, and immersed in his newest novel.

Finally, Bakura dropped the remote control. Malik took this as his cue to give an exasperated sigh, and drop the paper, just as Marik flicked another bit of orange peel. Too fast for the others to see, Malik's fist flew up, and he caught the bit of the rind. He blinked at it, then popped it into his mouth, and ate it, just out of boredom.

"I'm bored." Malik moaned.

"I'm hungry." Bakura whined.

"My leg hurts!" Marik complained. Malik rolled his eyes.

"That's what you get for kicking a tree." He said, coolly.

"Why'd you kick a tree?" Bakura asked, deciding that the story had to be more interesting than TV evangelists and infomercials. Marik growled.

"I was aiming for the squirrel on the tree. But it moved." He pouted, and Bakura smirked. They all looked at Ryou when he loudly bit into his apple with a juicy crunch, and turned the page of his book. Bakura rolled his eyes.

"How does he do that….?" He mumbled, staring at his light, who was oblivious to the rest of the world.

"He's easily amused." Malik grumbled, crossing his arms. "Lucky…." Marik chuckled at Malik's irritation towards the littler Hikari.

"He gets into a book, and nothing can distract him." Bakura said, also amused at Malik.

"Well, well…." Marik drawled, with an evil grin. "a challenge." Bakura rolled his eyes.

"Leave Ryou alone." He sighed.

"But I'm bored… Hey Ryou! There goes the ice cream truck!" Marik screeched. Ryou didn't even blink. Malik chuckled.

"Hey Ryou, Marik and Bakura are fucking on the coffee table." the Egyptian called. Ryou didn't bat an eye.

"Ryou…" Bakura said, grinning. "I'm gonna go steal Yugi's Puzzle. Be back for dinner!" Bakura stared, amazed, when Ryou didn't react. "Hmmphh." He pouted. Malik and Marik grinned at each other.

"Hey Malik," Marik said. "I got a riddle for ya."

"Okay. Let's hear it." Malik said, noting the grin on Marik's face.

"Okay, Ryou and Bakura are going to England. Their plane leaves soon. But Bakura insists on having a little fun before they go. And Ryou can't say no to him." Malik grinned, glancing at Bakura. "So they screw like wild bunnies for a while, and Bakura is on top." Bakura snorted. "Then, they realize that they're running late, and Bakura screams, `every man for himself!' Who will get to the airport first, and catch the flight?" Malik frowned, and thought a moment.

"Bakura." He answered, confidently.

"Why?" Marik asked, curious.

"Cause Ryou won't be able to walk after Bakura screws him like a `wild bunny'." Bakura and Marik chuckled.

"Good guess…" Marik mused. "But wrong. Ryou will get there first."

"Huh? Why?" Malik asked, confused. Marik grinned.

"Because his shit's already packed." Malik and Bakura stared at Marik, eyes wide, and mouths hanging open.

"Eeew! Marik!" Malik squealed, clapping his hands over his ears.

"Marik Ishtar, don't you dare talk about my light like that!" Bakura exploded, chunking a pillow at Marik, hitting him in the head. Marik roared with laughter, and turned to Ryou, expecting to see the little light staring at him in horror. But to his dismay, Ryou was still absorbed in his book. He wasn't even blushing slightly. Marik gave an annoyed growl, glaring daggers at Ryou.

"Watch it, Ishtar…" Bakura snarled.

"Yeah, be careful. You don't want to violate Ryou's virgin ears." Malik giggled. Marik snorted.

"I guess not, considering that's all that's left." He chided. Malik shrieked with laughter, when Bakura pounced on Marik.

"Say that again!!!" Bakura challenged.

"Ryou's ears are the only thing on him that's still a virgin!" Marik squeaked, through his laughter, trying to keep Bakura's hands away from his throat. Malik watched them, and boredom flew out the window. Ryou simply turned another page, not noticing the two yami's rolling around on the floor. Malik finally got up, and separated them.

"C'mon, Marik. Before Bakura kicks us out." Malik said. Marik pouted, but sat down again, and Bakura collapsed on the sofa by Ryou. Now, Ryou being lost in his own little fascinating world was starting to get on Bakura's nerves.

"Ryou, snap out of it…." He growled. Ryou simply turned the page, and bit into the apple again. His eyes widened slightly, and began to move a bit faster, letting the others know that the book had suddenly become more intense.

"What's he reading, anyway?" Malik wondered. Bakura shrugged, and bent over, looking up at the cover of Ryou's book.

"Uhhhhh…… The Vampire Armand….?" Bakura read.

"The Vampire Armand!?!" Marik and Malik chorused.

"Yeah. His father has the whole series." Bakura said, shrugging. "He just started them. He's already read those, over there." He pointed to the book shelf, then at the pile on the end table at Ryou's side. "He has yet to read those."

"And here I thought Ryou is more of a `classics' guy." Malik mused.

"He is. He's just read every one in the house, and the library." Bakura snickered, and looked at Ryou again. He frowned. Ryou's eyes were wider. His apple lay in his hand, forgotten. But what confused Bakura, was the fact that Ryou's breathing had increased, and a faint blush was spread across his face. Malik and Marik noticed this as well. Bakura shrugged, and moved closer to Ryou, so he could see the book. Malik and Marik stood, moving behind Ryou, so they could read over his shoulder. As soon as they began to read, they knew what had come over Ryou.

`I made no protest when they overcame me. I feared no extreme, and even let them bind my wrists and ankles to the bed, so they could better work their craft. It was impossible to fear them. I was crucified with pleasure. Their insistent fingers would not even allow me to close my eyes. They stroked my lids, they forced me to look. They brought soft, thick brushes down over my limbs. They rubbed oils into all my skin. They sucked from me, as if it were nectar, the fiery sap I gave forth, over and over, until I cried out vainly that I could give no more. A count was kept of my "little deaths" with which to taunt me playfully, and I was turned over and cuffed and pinioned until I tumbled down into rapturous sleep.'

Bakura raised his eyebrows, wondering what the hell his `innocent' hikari was reading. He looked up to see Malik and Marik meet each other's amused glances. Malik's eyes sparkled mischievously, and he whispered into Marik's ear. Marik grinned, just as evilly, and turned to look at Bakura. He gestured to Ryou, then made a pumping motion with his hand, licking his lips, hungrily. Bakura's eyes widened under Malik and Marik's pleading looks, that were basically saying `Can we play with Ryou?' Bakura sighed, and looked down a his light, who was enthralled with his book, and had failed to notice the three figures standing behind him. If he had known they were there, he would have run by then. Bakura looked over Ryou carefully, noting through the boy's loose pajama pants, that he was slightly aroused. His pulse had quickened and his breathing had deepened.

Bakura sighed again, realizing that reading that small passage, and looking over his light afterwards was beginning to excite him, and the sexy, pleading looks that Malik and Marik were giving him, weren't helping his condition. So, with a defeated sigh, he smirked at the Egyptians, and nodded. They both grinned in triumph, and backed off a bit, respectfully. Ryou was Bakura's hikari, and they would allow Bakura to make the first move.

He lifted a finger to say `wait a minute,' and slipped out of the room. He returned with a bandage. He then pointed to Ryou, and pantomimed pinning him down, then motioned to himself, and lifted the bandage to his eyes briefly like a blind fold. Malik and Marik blinked, then grinned, catching on. They snuck up behind Ryou. Bakura nodded. Malik and Marik pounced, and seized Ryou. Ryou jumped and screamed, startled, but before he could see who it was, his vision was blacked out by a blindfold. Bakura grinned, as Malik and Marik got better grips on Ryou's arms, lifting him off of the sofa.

Ryou had always had a horrible fear of being trapped, held down, or restrained in any way, and as another pair of arms took his legs, lifting him off of the sofa completely, his phobia took hold, and he panicked. Bakura winked, and motioned to the basement, his bedroom. Ryou struggled, but the three boys were more than strong enough, and had no trouble holding him. Ryou's body twisted and writhed, trying to break the hold in him.

"No! Please! Let me go! Bakura! BAKURA YAMERU!!!" Ryou screamed. Malik and Marik had to fight to not laugh. Bakura smirked as well. He loved his hikari with all his heart, but his frightened cries seemed to excite Bakura beyond belief. Malik and Marik followed Bakura down the stairs, and Malik kicked the door closed. Using the power of his mind, Marik locked it. they carried Ryou, who was close to hysterical, down the stairs, not bothering to turn on the lights. The boys could see fine in the dim light that came from the crack under the bathroom door.

They lay Ryou down on the king size water bed, Malik and Marik pinning his wrists above his head. Ryou knew where he was, and who he was with, but he was still scared, and their uncharacteristic silence wasn't making him feel better.

"Bakura, please…." He whimpered. "Stop! Bakura, you know its scares me! Let me go!" Marik looked up to Bakura for permission. Bakura nodded, giving it. Marik grinned, and released Ryou's wrist, letting Malik take it, and bent down, crushing his lips to Ryou's in a bruising kiss. Bakura, in the meantime, slowly began to undo the buttons down Ryou's shirt, licking and nipping at the flesh exposed. He kissed a trail down to the hem of Ryou's pants. Malik smiled at Bakura, who was glaring at Ryou's pants, accusingly. Malik released Ryou's wrist long enough to slide the sleeves of his shirt off. Bakura pointed to the bedside table. Marik released Ryou's mouth, and crawled over to it. Ryou immediately began whimpering again.

"You guys, please… You know I don't like this. Please say something, you're creeping me out…… please…. At, at least let me see you…. please?" Malik smirked as Ryou's tone got more pitiful and desperate. "Please, you guys, this isn't funny! You, you're scaring me! Stop it! Please! Malik, I know that's you! Let me go! Get off of me Bakura! PLEASE!!!" Marik, in the meantime, had taken out all sorts of goodies. He moved up next to Malik, who grinned at the handcuffs. When they snapped them onto Ryou, he panicked.

"YAMERU! MALIK! MARIK! BAKURA! ONEGAI! IIE! YAMERU ONEGAI!!!" H screamed. Marik grinned, tossing Bakura the tube of lubrication, before bending down, kissing Ryou again. Malik released Ryou's hands, and moved to take Bakura's place, slowly sliding the pants off of Ryou's hips. Bakura reclined by Ryou, placing his lips next to the boy's ear.

"Shhhh….." He crooned. "Relax, Ryou. We won't hurt you. you know we won't. We just want to, play a few games, that's all…." Ryou shook his head under Marik's lips.

"Yeah, Ryou…." Malik said, spreading Ryou's soft thighs, and settling between them. Bakura smiled at the blush that spread over Ryou's cheeks. He thwapped Marik in the head, and the Egyptian growled, but backed off.

"Bakura, please! I, you know this scares me…." Ryou whimpered.

"Now, now, Ryou…." Bakura purred.

"Please, Bakura…. Just, take off the handcuffs and the blindfold, and I'll be fine…." Ryou pleaded.

"But you're so beautiful when you're afraid…." Bakura whined, before gently kissing Ryou.

"You guys, please, why are you doing this?" Ryou gasped.

"Because we're bored." Marik stated, bluntly.

"BORED?!?" Ryou shrieked. They could tell that his fear had been replaced with fury. "YOU'RE BORED!!!!" He began to struggle fiercely. "MARIK ISHTAR, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!" Bakura quickly pinned Ryou's arms down. "WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU……." Malik quickly did the one thing he could think of to distract Ryou. He lowered his face between Ryou's legs, and sucked his shaft into his mouth. "I'm gonna kill you! Let me go, Bakur-AAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" Bakura snickered at Ryou's sudden scream, and Marik grinned at Malik.

"Shall we?" Marik asked Bakura.

"Yes." Bakura replied. "Lets." Both bent over Ryou, Bakura attacking his mouth, and Marik, his chest. Malik smiled around Ryou's length, and began to gently massage Ryou's milky thighs. Ryou couldn't help it. He moaned into Bakura's mouth, and Bakura slipped his tongue past Ryou's lips, and began to stroke Ryou's tongue. After a few minutes, Bakura left Ryou's mouth, and moved down to Ryou's chest with Marik, listening to Ryou's heavy pants. Each yami took a nipple between their lips, and ran their hands over Ryou's throat and stomach, making him squirm and writhe in pleasure

"Malik…." He gasped. "More!" Malik grinned, and deep-throated Ryou, who arched off of the bed, and came with a pained gasp. Malik sucked him clean, then sat back, grinning at Marik, and Bakura, who was running his fingers through Ryou's hair. Marik moved next to Malik, and pulled off his shirt, then attacked his lips, slipping his tongue into the hikari's mouth, tasting Ryou's essence.

Bakura smirked, as Marik lost his shirt, and pulled the blind fold from Ryou's eyes, not wanting him to miss the hot scene before them. Ryou blinked, and gasped at the sight of Malik and Marik making out, shirts missing. Ryou smiled slightly. The two were irresistibly hot, and had definitely been named appropriately. After all, the Babylonian deity, Ishtar, had been the Goddess of Sex. Bakura smiled at Ryou, catching that thought.

"Yes, it is rather appropriate for them…" He murmured into Ryou's ear.

"Bakura?"

"Hai?"

"Get these hand cuffs off of me…."

"Ohhh……. Okay." Bakura said, smiling, and got the cuffs off of Ryou, then kissed him, gently. Malik and Marik in the meantime, were working on disposing Malik of his tight leather pants. Ryou broke away from Bakura, and turned to watch as Malik's arousal was freed, and his pants slid off of his backside a bit. Ryou smiled, and crawled over, putting his head between the two Egyptian's hips, and took Malik into his mouth. Malik moaned, and Marik glanced down, smiling slightly at Ryou, and running his fingers through Ryou's hair. Bakura, seeing Ryou on his hands and knees, giving Malik a blow job, couldn't stand it any more. E smiled, and kissed Ryou's back, sliding a finger into Ryou's tight passage. Ryou moaned slightly.

Marik released Malik's mouth, and moved out of the way, so Ryou had more room to work Malik. Marik looked at Bakura, and winked, moving behind Malik. The two pulled their hikari's apart.

"Maaarriiiiikkkk!!!!" Malik whined. Bakura flipped Ryou into his back, and continued preparing him. Ryou moaned, reaching back, and stroking Malik's length apologetically. Malik smiled, and leaned back into Marik's chest. Marik snickered at the purring noise in Malik's throat. Then, Bakura spread Ryou's legs, settling between them, and lifted his hips.

"Ryou?" He asked. Ryou looked at him. "Ready?" Ryou smiled, and nodded, then gasped, as Bakura gently pushed into him. Marik grinned, and shove Malik down onto his hand and knees, over Ryou, so he was straddling the younger boy's face. Ryou smiled, and took Malik into his mouth again. Malik moaned, when Marik thrust into him roughly, and repaid Ryou's favor, sixty-ninning him. Marik and Bakura grinned at each other, when Ryou squealed around Malik.

The yami's began thrusting into their hikaris, bringing moans from both. Malik opened his eyes, looking below, him, watching Bakura thrust in and out of Ryou. He smiled, reaching around Bakura, and sliding two fingers into him, stroking him, making him groan in appreciation. Bakura closed his eyes, and let his head fall back, as he increased the force of his thrusts, and listened to the other three moaning. He could feel Ryou getting closer and closer to his release through their link, and started to increase his thrusts. When Malik thrust his fingers in and out of Bakura, he knew he wouldn't last long either. But to his surprise, it was Malik who came first.

His fingers suddenly dug into Bakura, making him hiss through his teeth, then shivered, as he released in Ryou's mouth. Ryou swallowed it all, and Bakura opened his eyes, as he heard a strangled groan from Marik. He thrust deep into his hikari, and released. Bakura smiled, at the look of dazed pleasure on the normally psychotic spirit. Malik and Marik struggled to hold their positions, but Bakura knew they wanted to collapse. Malik was still sucking on Ryou, so Bakura reached down, an fondled what hung beneath, enticing him to cum. Ryou let out a wail. Marik smiled weakly, and reached around Malik, to pinch Ryou's nipples.

//C'mon, Ryou. We're all waiting on you….// Bakura teased. Ryou tried to say something back, but as he got closer to the edge, he could not form any coherent thought, aside from `Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God……' Bakura frowned slight, and pulled Ryou into his thrust, and began thrusting harder. Ryou threw his head back, and screamed, long and hard, as he finally came, releasing violently into Malik's throat. Bakura gasped at the sudden tightening around him. With one more well placed thrust, he gasped, and came. The three boys collapsed onto Ryou, who was too out of it to notice that he was being squashed.

Finally, Marik, concerned for the smallest of them, heaved himself up, shoved Bakura off of Malik, and rolled his hikari off of the younger boy. Bakura smiled, weakly, as Malik cuddled closer to his body for warmth. Marik smiled, and pulled Ryou into his chest. The four lay on Bakura's king size water bed, gasping for breath, in sheets damp with their sweat. They lay silently, and not moving a muscle for over half an hour. They had almost drifted off to sleep, when a small, soft voice broke the silence.

"Guys….?" They all turned to the large, sleepy brown eyes, hiding behind silver bangs. "I'm bored…."

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Hee hee……. Okay, another little one shot done. So many people kept saying in reviews for different stories that they wanted to see a Malik/Marik/Ryou/Bakura. Well, here it is. I might be doing another one similar to it. Watch for it. But wait a week or two, I haven't started it yet.