***This prompt was for Tornshipping with a kink, and I figured that outside sex would be Marik's Ultimate Kink***


"It's cold." Marik shivered, pulling his jacket closer to his body.

"Don't worry, Marik. It'll warm up as soon as the sun finishes rising," Ryou said, a picnic basket in his hand.

"Isn't it early for a hanami?" Marik rubbed his arms through the jacket sleeves.

"Suspicious?" Bakura smirked, flashing teeth. "Maybe we've brought you out here to kill you and dump the body before anyone else wakes up."

"I'd be impressed with your initiative," Marik said in a dry voice.

"But Bakura has a point. No one's out here yet." Ryou gestured to the empty park. "In a few days when the weekend comes and the temperature's warmer, this park will be swarming with people. But today's Monday and it's really cold today. We'll have the park to ourselves."

"Not that I don't appreciate the private party, but maybe we can come back at noon when it's a little warmer?"

"No." Bakura combed down one of his white bat wings with his fingers as if Marik's suggestion wasn't worth much thought. "I'll be asleep by then."

"You lazy bastard. Staying awake during the day won't kill you."

"I'm sorry, but could we stay a little longer?" Ryou asked. "I want to see the sakura for at least a few minutes. Once we get started, if you're still cold I promise we'll go, but I think you'll warm up quite nicely."

"Do you have a spot in mind?" Bakura asked Ryou.

"Yes. It's not much further now."

The grass was frost-coated beneath their feet and their breath rose from their mouths like white comic book dialogue bubbles. Ryou lead them off of the path and through a thicket of trees and shrubs.

"This is a little ridiculous." Marik pulled a twig out of his golden hair. "Why didn't we stay on the trail?"

"Because I don't want to get caught." Ryou smiled.

Marik narrowed his eyes. "What are you two planning?"

Bakura blinked wide, innocent eyes. "Us? Planning? Marik, that's hurtful."

"Uh-huh. So? What's the scheme?"

They reached a little patch of ground where the canopy thinned. Above them was pink blooms and cerulean sky. Ryou knelt against the frosty ground and pulled out a thick quilt from his basket, fashioning a sort of nest.

"Wouldn't it be better to sit somewhere with a wider view?" Marik asked.

Ryou looked up and smiled, patting the blanket beneath him and encouraging Marik to sit down. Marik rolled his eyes and obeyed.

"Still cold?"

"See my breath floating out of my mouth?"

"Here." Ryou held Marik's face, pulling him in for a soft, warm kiss.

Marik felt Bakura behind him, pressing close to share their body heat, and shifting Marik's hair to the side so he could knead his lips against the side of Marik's neck. Marik's stomach braided itself in excitement. He pulled away, staring at Ryou's warm, brown eyes.

"Is this going where I think this is going?"

"I brought your favorite blanket, the extra soft one. Do you think your back will be okay if we laid you down?" Ryou blushed. "We thought you might like to look at the sky the entire time."

Marik's mouth dropped and his lower stomach hitched. He struggled with his belt and shoes, kicked off his pants. He forgot about the cold as Ryou and Bakura helped him out of his shirt and pants. Marik's nipples were rigid and he shivered as they laid him down and smothered his body in kisses, but Marik was too excited to complain anymore.

Marik spread his legs, eager for them to begin, cock already hard at just the thought of them having sex outside.

"I thought you might like this." Bakura grinned through several kisses leading up to Marik's frozen-stiff nippples.

"This couldn't be your idea."

"I can have a good idea from time to time."

The wind picked up, so cold it felt jagged. Marik couldn't suppress the whimper that escaped his mouth. The breeze pulled several blossoms from the trees. Marik watched one drift down and land in Bakura's hair with a few stray petals. He had a goofy grin on his face, one that betrayed the excitement he felt, and the combination of sunlight, and pink blossoms, and that insufferable smile made Marik's heart skip beats.

"Bakura, look at the gooseflesh on his arms. Let's get him truly warmed." Ryou handed Bakura a bottle of lube.

A rare blush consumed Marik's face. It was rather clear that he was going to bottom, a less frequent, though not unprecedented occurrence with Ryou, but in the three years they'd been intimate together, Marik was rather sure Bakura had never topped.

Bakura brushed Marik's cheek with his fingertips. "Looks like he's warming up to me." Bakura's gentle expression turned to shock and he called out. "Ryou, that's cold!"

"Sorry, sorry." Ryou giggled as he started prepping Bakura even as Bakura poured lube onto his own fingers.

Bakura sighed and inserted his fingers into Marik's asshole. Marik gasped, trying to relax despite the cold.

"If your back hurts at all, let us know," Bakura said.

Marik nodded, feeling pampered as another round of flowers floated down into Bakura and Ryou's long, sheer white hair.

"The ground's so cold I think my back's numb," Marik teased.

"Do you want a different position-"

"No." Marik spread his legs wider to punctuate his point, holding his inner thighs.

Bakura struggled when pushing inside, his inexperience apparent. Once he managed, he stopped and panted a bit. His rust-colored eyes were glazed, and his jaw slack.

Marik grinned. "How do I feel?"

"Warm," Bakura sighed, easing out only two centimeters and testing his ability to push back inside. Bakura groaned, loud and throaty. "Nnngh!"

Ryou had the patience of a saint as he waited for Bakura to get used to moving his hips back and forth in order to penetrate Marik over and over.

"Like the show?" Marik teased him.

Ryou slid his hand up his hard cock, letting that answer Marik's question. Eventually, Ryou positioned himself behind Bakura, stabbing into his body quickly.

"Oooooh gods!" Bakura through his head back. "Gods, gods, gods!"

And that's why they always had Bakura bottom.

With Ryou setting the pace, Bakura thrusted with more confidence. Each time he slipped inside, Marik moaned, enjoying the experience. His hands reached out past the blanket and tugged at the grass. The frost melted at his touch, hands warm as his heart danced.

The sun was higher in the sky and everything was saturated with color and light. It took Marik's breath away. There was a time when he thought he'd never have moments like these, never see blue sky or feel cold ground beneath a back scarred and ruined for the sake of the Pharaoh. He didn't even know what a Sakura was before he moved to Japan, never imagined the soft, true pink color of blooms announcing the spring.

"Marik? Is your back hurting?" Bakura whispered, his thumb tracing below Marik's eye and wiping away a tear.

Marik was overwhelmed with emotion, but he knew he had to answer or they'd stop, and Marik couldn't handle them stopping.

"It's so beautiful," Marik whispered, voice choked and strained.

Bakura gave Marik's neck a quick nuzzle before picking his pace back up. Ryou's arms were laced around Bakura's midsection

Bakura called out without warning, body tensing and then going slack.

Marik hummed in approval, combing a flower out of Bakura's hair and kissing it.

"Want a blow job?" Bakura asked.

Marik's cock twitched at the thought. Ryou stopped his thrusts so they could reposition. Bakura rose on hands and knees, and Ryou continued to pound him from behind as Marik traced the head of his cock along the perimeter of Bakura's parted, willing lips.

Marik guided himself into Bakura's mouth, sighing at the warmth and wetness suddenly surrounding his cock and making his ass muscles clench in pleasure. It helped that he had the most gorgeous view in the world, Ryou fucking Bakura silly with a backdrop of cherry trees and early spring sky. Marik rocked his hips back and forth. Ryou started gasping, his face more pink that the sakura petals. He came with his own name on his lips, and Marik started calling out the name with him as his own orgasm crested and peaked. Bakura, Bakura, Bakura.