A/N: OMG AN UPDATE! Can you believe it? It's been six months since the last chapter! I'm sooo sorry it took me so long! I had exams and homework and places to go, people to see and [insert more excuses here]
I just read the word count and while 2,000 words seems a hell of a lot on Word, it's tiny on here... Sorry, everyone, I thought it was longer.

Anyway there's kind of half a lime in this chapter I think? Hope it makes up for the wait.


Marik suddenly had a devious idea. "Hey, 'Kura," he whispered.

Bakura glared, "I've told you a million times not to call me that!" he snarled.

"Whatever! Listen, what if I took Malik home tonight and you went to their place?"

"What about Malik's brother and sister, idiot?"

"Well, there must be some way to get them out of the house, right?" He called Malik over. "Yo, Malik, is there any way to get your brother and sister out of the house tonight?"

Malik started to ask why when he realised what they were talking about. Ryou also turned around but he had no idea why they were asking. Malik scratched his chin, "Not that I can think of. "

Marik had another sudden brainwave. "Ok well what if Ryou goes to our place with Bakura and you come with me to the beach?" he asked triumphantly.

"The beach? But what about-" Malik began

"Don't worry, I know an awesome spot," Marik reassured him.

Ryou looked extremely puzzled at this point. "Why are you going to the-" he started, only to have Bakura's arm drape around his shoulders.

"Don't bother your pretty little head over it," Bakura advised. "All you need to know is that I am picking you up tonight at about... uh... shall we say eight? By the way, Marik can I borrow your motorbike?"

Marik nodded, "Of course."

"Why?" Ryou persisted, "Are we going somewhere?"

"Yes, you," he poked Ryou in the chest, "Are coming over to my place tonight."

Finally, Ryou understood. "Um, isn't it a bit soon for that?"

"No," Bakura replied. He then added coldly, "Or maybe you're just too young for it."

Ryou looked at Malik for support. "Malik? Don't you think so too? That it's too soon?"

"We're sixteen, Ryou," Malik said laughingly. "What, you want to wait til you're thirty or something?"

"No, it's just-"

"Come on, Ryou, have some fun," Marik said.

"But-"

"Don't be such a prude!"

"Will you all just listen to me?! We've known you for what, two days?" He faced Malik. "If you want to lose your virginity to some guy you hardly know then fine, that's your choice! I refuse!" Ryou stormed off in the direction he hoped the house was in.

Malik sighed and Marik looked at him worriedly, hoping Ryou's words hadn't changed his mind.

A seething Bakura swore before running off after Ryou.

Malik, seeing Marik's anxious gaze, chuckled quietly. "I guess I'm more of a slut than Ryou," he murmured.

Marik stared at him before gripping his chin and making him look into his eyes. "You are not a slut, Malik. You might be more reckless than Ryou but I can promise you that you can trust me. I won't discard you after using you or any of that bullshit some arseholes pull. Trust me." He stared at Malik intently until Malik nodded.

Bakura finally caught up to Ryou, who was sitting on a park bench, tears falling freely and running down his cheeks. Bakura sighed and made a choice. He was not the sort of person to force anyone into doing something they didn't want to do; he wouldn't start now. He walked up and sat down next to Ryou.

Ryou buried his face in Bakura's shoulder without thinking and continued to cry for a moment or two until he realised what he was doing and hastily moved up on the park bench. He pointed an accusatory finger. "You will not force me into anything, Bakura!"

Bakura nodded in agreement. "You're right."

Ryou stared at him – he hadn't expected him to agree. "Well... good!" he said finally.

"It's my fault, Ryou," Bakura said. "I didn't think. On the other hand... well, you don't mind when I kiss you, right?"

Ryou blushed. "No."

"Well, I won't push you any further than you want to go of course, but you could just come over and, well, kiss..." Bakura knew he sounded ridiculous, even to his own ears.

Ryou stared some more before giving way to a wave of giggles. "Poor Bakura," he said in between laughs, "You must really be desperate!"

Bakura grinned wolfishly. "If only you knew..."

"Well..." Ryou pondered the idea. "I guess it would be ok... But I need to know that I can trust you not to take it too far."

"Is my word not enough for you?" Bakura asked in mock hurt.

"I'm not sure..." Ryou said softly, biting his lip.

"Look," Bakura said, holding back another sigh, "maybe you're right, maybe it is too early. How about we wait for a week or so, until you know me better?"

"We're only here for another four days though," Ryou reminded him.

"Well I guess it's up to you then. Either you take a risk and trust me not to take it any further than what you're ready for or... or you don't."

Ryou slid back down the bench to sit next to Bakura. "I'll come over. But you have to promise to stop if I tell you to, or if I decide to leave, you'll take me back to Malik's family's house. Ok?"

Bakura chuckled, "I'm not going to rape you or anything, Ryou."

Ryou's steady gaze didn't waver.

Bakura grinned at him. "I promise."

Ryou smiled back tentatively. "Thank you."

Bakura put his arm around Ryou's shoulders, and when Ryou didn't protest, pulled him to his side. "Let's go find the other two."

It turned out Marik and Malik had slowly followed behind not wanting to interrupt. Seeing Ryou looking happier and Bakura's trademark smirk they were relieved to see everything was alright again.

"So, what now?" Marik asked Bakura.

"I'm still using your motorbike," Bakura replied smugly.

Malik looked at Ryou in surprise.

Ryou shook his head. "I'm just coming over to spend time with Bakura," he explained.

"And does Bakura know that's all you're going for?" Marik asked with a sly look at Bakura.

Bakura bristled. "Yes, Bakura does know."

Marik grinned unrepentantly. "Good."

~*~

That evening, Malik and Ryou explained to Ishizu that they would both be going out with Marik and Bakura. Ishizu, who already trusted the two lifeguards after they saved Malik and Ryou, agreed without question.

Afterwards, a knock came at the door. Malik opened it to admit Marik and Bakura. "Alright, we're off!" he announced, pulling Ryou out with him and slamming the door. He then ran up to Marik for a kiss. "Hello!" He greeted him excitedly.

Ryou followed at a slower pace, only to be enveloped into a strong hug by Bakura. "Haven't changed your mind, have you?" He whispered huskily, causing Ryou to shiver agreeably at his proximity.

"No!" Ryou gasped before his mouth was claimed by Bakura's. When they stopped for air, Bakura noted Marik and Malik had already left. He silently thanked Marik for the privacy. "You ready to go?" He asked Ryou.

Ryou nodded, still breathless. He followed Bakura to a very cool looking motorbike. Bakura got on confidently – he often borrowed the bike and so was more than used to using it. Ryou, however, hesitated.

"Don't worry, Ryou, you won't fall or anything. Just hold on tight, ok?" Bakura patted the seat behind him.

After making sure both their helmets were on properly, Bakura turned on the engine, Ryou holding on for dear life. Then they were off! At first Ryou was petrified he was going to fall and break his neck but once he got over that he could appreciate the adrenaline and the exhilarating feeling of the wind on his face. When they arrived, Bakura stowed the motorbike in the garage and then ushered Ryou inside.

"We don't actually live here or anything," he explained. "It was my family's holiday house and so me and Marik come here every summer holidays."

Ryou nodded in understanding. "Same with Malik's family," he replied.

Bakura seated Ryou in the lounge room and then went into the kitchen. "Want anything?" he offered, getting himself a beer.

Ryou eyed it. "You don't drink heavily, do you?" he asked anxiously.

Bakura chuckled. "Of course not." Seeing Ryou wasn't convinced he promised not to drink more than the one bottle.

~*~

Meanwhile, Marik and Malik made their way to the beach. It was a warm night and there were another few hours of light left before the sun went down completely. It was pleasant down on the sand and Malik had grabbed a rug on the way out to sit on so they were in no danger of getting too sandy. The spot Marik had chosen was more or less deserted so it was nice and private.

"This is nice," Malik commented appreciatively, spreading himself out on the rug. Marik joined him and they lay side by side for a while and watched as the sun continued its descent into the horizon.

Eventually Malik started to entertain himself by playing with Marik's hair. Marik grinned at him. He sat up suddenly, grabbing Malik's hand from his head and kissing it, causing a blush to spread across Malik's face. Malik also sat up.

Marik's hand reached up to cup Malik's face and bring it closer for a chaste kiss. However, Malik would be having none of this chaste business! He deepened the kiss, his tongue probing Marik's mouth for entry. A surprised Marik was only too happy to oblige. He quickly recovered and a battle for dominance began. Marik won by nipping Malik's lower lip playfully, making Malik gasp, allowing Marik's tongue to slip into Malik's open mouth and explore it fully.

The kiss got more heated as their two bodies entwined as closely as they could. This caused them to lose their balance and they toppled over, Marik shifting so he was straddling Malik. Malik looked up at him, his eyes clouded with lust and something else? Marik realised it was affection. He grinned predatorily down at Malik as one hand reached up under his shirt to stroke his stomach and chest and tweaked a nipple, earning a surprised gasp from Malik, who leaned up to kiss Marik. Marik pulled Malik's shirt off and then his own. He surveyed his prey. Malik was more or less doing the same, ogling Marik's finely toned and tanned body and strong arms.

"You can tell me to stop at any time," Marik reminded him.

"Why the fuck would I tell you to stop?" Malik demanded.

Marik smiled lazily. "I don't know, I just thought I should say it."

Malik grabbed his head and pushed it down to him so he could kiss him heatedly, leaving them both breathless. "There's your answer," he snarled impatiently. "Fuck me already!"

Marik smiled to himself at Malik's irritation as he mapped out Malik's chest with tongue, nipping and biting and licking all the way from his throat down to just above his crotch, causing Malik's breath to hitch as to what could come next.

~*~

Bakura and Ryou were having a pleasant conversation on the couch. Each found the other quite fascinating and so did not tire of getting to know each other. As Bakura leaned forward to retrieve his beer from the coffee table he "accidentally" brushed Ryou's leg, just to observe his reaction. He was not disappointed as Ryou's breath caught in surprise. Yep, there was definitely some suppressed desire there, Bakura thought to himself, sipping his beer in satisfaction.


A/N: Of course he wants you, Bakura! Ahem. Anyway I know it wasn't worth the wait, but I was honestly pretty stuck on this chapter and I'm not all that sure where I'm heading with it, you know? I'd also like to point out that this chapter is the most graphic piece I've ever written so please tell me if I'm doing something wrong.
Also someone commented that I could pair Téa/Anzu up with someone I hadn't mentioned yet. Sorry, but she's only a minor character in this fic so she doesn't get to be with anyone.

Happy New Year everyone and please keep reviewing! I am very grateful to everyone who has reviewed, favourited, subscribed, etc. Thanks as always go to Kharnla for her help and encouragement ^_^
Hopefully the next update doesn't take as long this time but with first day of Year 11 (VCE OMG!!!) today, I doubt it.

Ok, shut up now, Georgia.

Bye!