"Of course bunny..." Marik chuckled under his breath as he dodged the vase that was thrown at him from inside the tent. Ryou really did like his nickname.
After his quick "Hit the deck!" movment Marik stood and brushed himself off and walked into the tent.
"Marik how many times have you almost been killed by Ryou for calling him such things?" a voice resonated from the darkness of the inside of the tent.
"Not enough times apperently." Ryou growled stepping out from the smoke, with the smoke swirling around him making him look like a fallen angel. "By the way you're getting me a new vase to replase the one I just broke." I smirk broke out over Ryopu's face as Marik's fell. Ryou had expensive tastes and that vase wasn't going to be easy to replace. And Marik was going to take a punishment from Ryou for not replaceing it fast enough...no matter how sexy he looked covered wi sweat holding a whip.
"Of course Ryou." Marik hung his head.
"Not so gung-hoe now are we?" an arm wrapped around Ryou's wasit emerging from the smoke aswell. The man was tall, six foot four at the shortest, a well toned chest and whild white hair that matched his maddening smirk and Ryou's except shoulder length. He wore a red cloak. with an off-white shati. A scar of a double crossed T marred his right cheek yet didn't ruin the look of the man, it oddly made him more exotic looking. Chest and magority of his legs exposed. This cinical man was nonew other than the Thief King Akefia.
"Of course not my king. Who would be when facing a whip in Ryou's hand." Marik winked at Ryou, while Ryou's face reddened slightly.
"That's not what your cock sayes after your punishment." Ryou smikred, his face losing all traces of red, "And do I not always atone for what I've done to you?"
"Of course you do Ryou, he's just being a wuss." Akefia laughed, removing his arm from Ryou's waist to stand infront of his loyal servent. "So Marik, you don't usully stop by camp for just a round of sex, what is it?" Akefia's tone had lost it's joking manner and took to seriousness.
"My King, and My Queen, as I was scouting not long ago, I saw two figures. One oddly resembling our dear Queen, and the other resembling myself. They are headed this way my leige, what shall I do?" Marik had bowwed low during his speech, he may had been on very good terms with the two but he still had to respect the two.
"My King? What are we too do? We just sat up camp and I don't want to leave just yet! I like this area." Ryou stood nexst to his husband gripping his arm.
"My dear Queen, do not fret. These two stangers will not make us leave since you like it here so much. Marik!" barked the Thief King, "you will capture the two if the get any where near this site. You will bring them to me, unharmed, and Ryou and I shall decide what to do with them. Is that understood?"
"Of course my King." Marik bowwed slightly lowwer.
"Oh for Ra's sake! Get up!" Ryou said while throwing on of the many pillows at Marik. "You make me feel weird when you actully show me respect." Ryou said crossing his arms, his face, yet again, slightly red.
Marik and Akefia chuckled.
Rising from his spot Marik glided over to Ryou and slid his arms around the child encasing him in his arms. "The good kind of weird?" Marik smirked.
Out of the dark Akefia slipped his arms around Ryou's shoulders, making Ryou jump slightly.
"You think I'd be used to that after sixteen years." Ryou shuddered as Akefia started a trail of light kisses down his neck.
"You would think..." Marik said claming the youngers lips for his own, his hands roaming of the silk covered hips.
"I think someone's over dressed for this party." The King smirked against his Queen's neck. Gripping the collar of Ryou's shirt with his teeth and ripped the fragile fabric from Ryou's neck. Exposing more of the creamy skin.
Ryou gasped as the cold air hit his quickly heating skin.
Marik took hold of the remaining fabric and ripped the rest away from Ryou's body, finishing what Akefia started. His hands now roaming over the exposed skin, he resived a seductive moan when he touched Ryou in the right spot.
Akefia reached over Ryou and wrapped his hand around Marik neck, pulling him forward into a lustful kiss, while he gripped Ryou around the waist and pulled the three of them back onto the soft feather filled bed that two of the three hadn't realised they had backed up towards.
-LineOfEpicness- (And a few hours later)
Malik sighed in bordome. "How much longer?" he whinned to Bakura, who was at least ten paces ahead of him.
"Untill we fin shelter." Bakura grunted. Malik had been whinning for the past hour or so and he was quickly wearing on Bakura's pacientce. Bakura knew Malik was tired, hell, he was too. But did he honestly have to whine THAT much?
Hearing a plunk behind him, Bakura turned around too see Malik laying face down on the ground.
"Carry me?" Malik whispered ask Bakura approched him, peeking out through his mass of blonde hair.
Bakura sighed and slung Malik over his shoulder, carring him piggie-back.
"Happy?" Bakura growled.
"Very." Malik purred nuzzeling his face into Bakura's shoulder. "Thank you 'Kura."
"Just be glad your cute." Bakura laughed. Malik had always been like this. The body of a year old but the mentality of a seven year old. Yet Bakura still loved him all the same.
"Oh you know you love me." Malik purred, kissing a trail up Bakura's neck. Resulting in Bakura shivering involentarily.
"Malik, you had better stop before you start something you can't stop." Bakura growled pulling Malik from his back to under him on the ground. Both of his Malik didn't look the least bit confused, or frightened. Why would he when the pair had done this dance many times before.
Malik smirked looking up at Bakura, "Then don't stop." He leaned up and latched onto Bakura's neck.
Bakura groaned quickly sheading Malik of his clothing. Absording the body below him, Bakura whispered, "Beautiful." Making the tanned one blush slightly, yet unnoticably because of his dark skin-tone.
As Bakura shead his clothing and prepared to enter Malik a yell from behind them stopped their actions.
Bakura whipped his head back too look for the source of the interuption, while Malik looked over his shoulder.
Behind them stood three figures. The shortest of the three look like a crabon copy of Bakura, While the tallest (only because of his hair) looked like one of Malik.
"My King these are the two I told you of!" Yelled the spiky haired blonde. Pointing at Bakura and Malik, who were too shocked to move out of their compromising positions) and turned towards the last memeber of the trio who looked like a tan, shorted haired verson of Bakura.
"Well they certanily do look like you two." The last one spoke walking towards Bakura and Malik, "Even their sizes match!"
The shortest blushed, while the tallest ran over to look.
"So my Queen, what shall we do?" Asked the white tanned one.
The Queen put a hand to his jaw line and rubbed it slightly before closing his eyes and sighing quietly.
"We have no choice but too take them back to camp, My King." and with that the Queen walked back into the woods, with a slight limp the duo on the ground noticed, dissapearing into the dark.
"Don't mind him. He's just in a little bit of pain." the King laughed picking up Bakura, slingling him over his shoulder like a sack.
"Who knew that he could withstand so many rounds in one day and stll be able to walk with only a slight limp! Ryou is truly amazing!" the last sighed picking up Malik, cradeling him in his arms bridal style.
"I think introductions are in order since you so rudly kidnapped Malik and I in the middle of almost having sex." Bakura huffed, "And let me down so I can put on some clothes! I'm not going anywhere in the nude!" Bakura grumbled hitting the King in the back.
"Didn't seem to mind being nude a few moments ago." the King laughed but none the less dropped Bakura-none too gentaly-onto the ground. As why the blonde set Malik on his feet.
"A few moments ago I didn't know anyone was near us and none the less, spying!" Bakura huffed grabbing his pants from Malik's outstreached hand and pulled them onto himself.
"Sure. Well anyways...I'm Marik." the blonde, Marik, introduced himself bowing slightly as he did so.
"And I am The Thief King, Akefia." said t last one glancing down at Bakura.
"And the othere one?" Malik asked timidly after he had redressed himself.
"Other one?" a look of confusion washed over Marik face. Akefia rolled his eyes.
"That was my 'wife' The Queen, Ryou." Akefia had put actual air parenthesis around "Wife" when he had said that.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait...Ryou what?" Malik asked looking at the Thief King.
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