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Vices	By : MarikIshtar77 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2230 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Part 1 of 2
- 2-Part 2 of 2
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*Okay. Yeah. This little fic-let contains bad language, many forms of sex, drugs, booze, blah
blah blah. You get the picture. It’s not entitled “Vices” because of sugar-coated heavenly fluff ,
rainbows and little pixies doing the hokie pokie in pink frilly dresses. If it had that, I would’a
named it “Boring as Fuck.”
Also....I don’t own Yu-gi-oh. Talk about a major bummer......


Vices

Part 1 of 2
            “I repeat; HANDS UP AGAINST THE WALL, NOW! I’m not saying it again, stupid
kid!” A uniformed police officer threatened, positioning his hand to grab his gun out of his
holster.
Bakura crossed his arms and firmly stood his ground. His fearless indigo eyes flashed evilly as
he glared at the cop. “Make me, you pathetic mortal swine.*snort*”
The officer reluctantly pulled his gun out of its holster and cocked the hammer back, aiming the
weapon directly at the wily thief. “You don’t want to make me use this, do you?” The officer’s
voice cracked.
Bakura smirked pretentiously as he stared down the barrel of the gun. “Am I suppose to be
scared or something? Dumb-ass cops.”
The officer was about to squeeze the trigger when his attention was quickly diverted. A sleek
black car playing loud heavy metal music screeched up to where the officer had Bakura
cornered, behind the donut shop, almost running the cop over.
“C’mon! Move your stupid ass, Tomb-robber!” Marik shouted from the driver’s seat, waving
Bakura over. Bakura shoved passed the distracted officer and dove into the car through the open
passenger side window. His legs were still dangling out the window as Marik chirped the tires
and burned rubber out of there as fast as he could, leaving the officer in a cloud of dust and
smoke. Bakura crawled the rest of the way into the car clutching a brown paper bag.
Marik shifted the car into 4^th gear and grabbed his beer out of the cup holder in the center consul.
“What the hell took you so long? Gods, I was beginning to think you’d ditched me!” He yelled
over the loud music.
Marik turned the radio down a few notches and looked expectantly at Bakura for answer.
“There was a line in the bathroom. It’s not my fault.” Bakura snarled as he carelessly tossed the
brown paper bag in his hand onto Marik’s lap. “Here are your fucking papers, they didn’t have
the mint flavored ones.”
Marik took one of his hands off the steering wheel and picked up the bag, shaking it open. A
little pack of rolling papers fell out into his lap. Marik crunched the bag up and threw it out his
open car window. “Thanks. So are you coming back to my place or do you want to get dropped
off at home?”
Bakura stuffed his hand down the front of his faded light blue jeans and pulled out a pack of
cigarettes. “Home, I suppose. Ryou’s probably wondering where I’ve been the past few days. I’m
sure he misses me an awful lot.” He smirked as he packed the pack of cigarettes against the palm
of his hand.
Marik glanced at the cigarettes as he stuffed the rolling papers in his back pocket. “Are those
what they caught you shoplifting?”
Bakura pulled off the clear film packaging from the cigarette pack and let it go out the window.
He pulled out a cigarette and pressed it between his lips. “Nope.” He answered as he grabbed a
pack of matches on the dashboard of the car. “Something else.”
Marik raised his eyebrow and grinned. “Oh? And just what is this ‘something else?’”
Bakura struck a match and lit up his cigarette, leaving a faint scent of sulfur in the air. He reach
flicked the match out the window and reached down the front of his pants again, this time
coming up with a box of mint flavored condoms.
Marik burst out laughing. “They were going to shoot your brains out over a box of rubbers?
That’s unbelievable!”
Bakura tossed the condoms up on the dashboard and shook his head. “I don’t think so, you dolt.”
The thief reached into his pants yet again, this time coming up with a small gold ring. He
switched on the dome light and held the ring under the light. “This is why.” The thief purred
victoriously as he admired it.
Marik clicked his tongue as he glanced at the little shiny object between Bakura’s fingers. “Isn’t
that one of those toy rings out of those quarter machines? Tell me Bakura, how can you have
half the store stuffed down your pants, and that cheap toy was all it took to get you looking down
the barrel of a .357?”
Bakura clutched the ring tightly in his hand before stuffing it in his pants pocket. He took a puff
of his cigarette and chuckled as Marik started slowing the car down to take a turn. “I suppose
they didn’t appreciate it when I kicked the machine in and stomped it to death for stealing my
quarter.”
Marik rolled his eyes as he pulled up to an apartment complex. “I suppose not. So why did you
go all ninja just for a chintzy little ring?”
Bakura shifted his eyes evilly in Marik’s direction before getting out of the car. “Because I felt
like it. See you later, imbecile.”

            Malik was just about to step into a nice warm bubble bath when he heard the phone ring.
He grabbed a towel lying by the sink and wrapped it around his waist as he sprinted down the
hall to answer the call.
“Hello?”
//Hey brat, did Marik get back yet?//
”Bakura?”
//No, it’s the Pharaoh. Duh, you pain in the ass, of course it’s Bakura. Put Marik on.//
“He isn’t here yet.”
//Oh? Well tell him to call me back when he gets in. I left a box of rubbers in his car and need
them back ASAP.//
“Right, I’ll have him call you.”
//You’d better...punk.//
“I will, I will, gee-whiz, chill out. Goodbye, asshole.”
Just as Malik hung up the phone, he heard the front door open than slam closed. “Hi honey, I’m
hoooooome!” Marik laughed as he tossed his brown suede jacket over a chair. “What’s for
supper?”
Malik pointed at the phone as he started walking out of the room. “Whatever the delivery guy
brings you I guess, there’s money in the cookie jar. By the way, your little bitch-boy Bakura
called. He said he left a box of condoms in your car.”
“Awe, poor ‘Kura, No nookie for him tonight. Too sad.” Marik laughed as he dialed the number
of the nearby pizza place, the same one Malik worked for during the day. “Yeah, hi to you too,
Luigi. Hold on a second.” Marik said into the phone before covering the mouthpiece with his
hand. “Hey Malik! Do me a favor and run me a nice warm bubble bath!”
Malik sighed disgustedly as he passed the bathroom. “Already done!” He shouted down the hall,
tossing the towel around his waist into the bathroom. ‘No bath for me tonight I guess...grrr.’
Malik walked into his bedroom and slammed the door shut. He had to shove a pile of Marik’s
clothes off the bed before he could lie down. He stared up at his reflection in the big diamond
shaped mirror above the bed. Marik could be such a pain in the ass. When he wasn’t out raising
hell with Bakura, he was usually found sprawled out on the sofa watching tv with pizza boxes
and beer bottles laying around him. Living with a demon wasn’t all bad though. Marik wasn’t
home much, so it wasn’t all that hard to coexist. They talked to each other as little as possible.
When they did talk, it was always Marik that would initiate the conversation. Malik kept to
himself most of the time, blaming his introversion on being sealed up in a musty old tomb most
of his life. He didn’t have many friends. The ones he did have, he didn’t go out of his way to see.
Malik heard Marik turn on some music on and crank up the volume as loud as it would go. The
sound of the deep bass made the walls vibrate. Malik flipped over onto his stomach and covered
his head with a pillow to drown out the noise. He was too tired to yell for Marik to turn his
music down; Marik wouldn’t have done it anyway. Even though Marik had quite a few annoying
habits, Malik had learned to ignore them.
            Later that night, Malik woke up to find his darker half sitting on the edge of their bed
looking at something. Malik rolled over onto his side and pulled the covers over the lower half
of his body. “Is something the matter?” He asked sleepily, his eyes still foggy.
Marik looked over his shoulder at Malik and held up the box of mint flavored condoms Bakura
had left in his car earlier that night. “Have you ever fucked anybody?” He asked bluntly.
Malik sat up slowly and rubbed his eyes. “Why do you ask?”
Marik set the box of condoms down and crawled on the bed next to Malik. “Just wondering,
that’s all.”
“Are you saying you’ve never had sex before?” Malik asked as he looked at Marik through their
reflections in the mirrors on the ceiling.
Marik stacked his hands behind his head and grinned. “What do you think?”
Malik smirked at the thought of his uber-evil darker half being an innocent, untouched virgin. It
almost didn’t seem possible. Marik: The Outlaw Virgin. Malik found that concept quite
amusing, even if it made little sense. Marik hung out with Bakura, so there couldn’t be any way
he was still a virgin. Bakura didn’t keep his lawless sex life a secret. The former tomb-robber
boasted almost constantly about the sex he was getting. If he wasn’t taking it from his hikari, he
was giving it up to the Pharaoh, or anybody else that was willing to take him. Bakura was just
nasty. If it had a hole, he’d fuck it. There was even a rumor floating around that he fucked
corpses at midnight in the graveyard on every Friday the 13^th, but nobody had any solid proof of
it. Malik shivered at the thought as he glanced at his alarm clock. “Shit, I’m really tired, and I
have to be up in two hours to get ready for work. Can we talk about this some other time?”
Marik got up off the bed and switched off Malik’s lamp. “Sure, see you in the morning.” He said
as he left the room.
            After a tiring day of delivering pizzas, Malik returned home looking forward to finally
taking a nice warm bubble bath. He smelled like a pepperoni and felt like a bag of crap. He
couldn’t wait to strip down and relax in a mountain of freesia scented bubbles. Much to his
displeasure, he saw Bakura, along with Ryou, sitting in the living-room playing cards with
Marik. “Rotten to the Gore” by Carcass was cranked up as loud as the stereo would go, and beer
bottles were collecting on the coffee table. The smoke from Bakura’s cigarettes left a light haze
clinging in the air. This wasn’t what he was hoping to come home to.
“Hey little honey, how was your day?” Marik asked casually as he looked up from the playing
cards in his hand.
Malik pulled off his hideous orange work shirt and tossed it over the arm of the sofa, revealing
his well-sculpted chest. “It sucked just like every other day.” Malik looked at Bakura and Ryou
disgustedly. “Why are they here?”
Bakura cracked an evil grin as he groped Ryou’s ass. “The cops are after me again and I brought
Ryou along just incase I need to throw him out as a decoy.”
Malik made a sour face as he watched Bakura shamelessly feel Ryou up. Did this guy even know
what morals were? Ryou didn’t fight him off; he sat quietly and let Bakura do whatever he
wanted. Malik took a sip of Marik’s beer and rolled his eyes. “Gods Bakura, can’t you keep your
hands off of him for even a minute?”
“Nope.” Bakura winked as he tackled Ryou to the floor, ripping his hikari’s shirt off as they
landed on the soft carpet. Ryou let out a high-pitched squeal as Bakura assaulted the nape of his
neck with his teeth.
“Nice work, Malik. See what you’ve started? Now we’ll never get him off of him. Game over, I
guess.” Marik groaned as he threw down his playing cards.
Malik glared as he turned to leave the room. “Whatever.” He said spitefully as he walked down
to his bedroom. Malik peeled off his tight black jeans and tossed them into the hamper.
Everything around him seemed to reek like fucking pepperoni and cheese; it was starting to
make his stomach churn. He hated his job. He hated pepperoni. He probably hated more things
that he liked. Malik stood in front of the full-length mirror on the back of his bedroom door and
twisted to see his back. He looked over his shoulder at his reflection. He still hated the carvings
in his back. Malik closed his eyes as a flashback of the night he received the Tomb Keeper’s
initiation went through his mind. He shivered at the memory of being stripped down and chained
to the hard table, unable to move. He bit his lip and cringed as he recalled the first cut his father
made into his young body. How a father could stand there carving up his young crying son was
beyond his comprehension, but what was done, was done. Malik opened his eyes and looked
away from the mirror. Even though it had been 10 years since that night, the pain and horror still
stuck vividly in his mind. He knew deep down his father had meant well, but it still sucked
having to go through life with weird hieroglyphs and ugly monsters etched into his back. They
only reminded him all the more of his crappy life. He still resented the fact that he’d lived a
major part of his life in an underground crypt, and all that went with it. Even though he accepted
being born a Tomb-Keeper now, it didn’t mean he had to like it. He was only fulfilling his
destiny, even if it meant only watching from the sidelines. He was used to being an outsider.
Sure it was a little lonely sometimes, but it’s what he was destined. Malik was suddenly jolted
from his thoughts by a knock on his bedroom door.
“I’m coming in, ready or not.” Marik laughed as he turned the knob and walked into the room.
Malik frowned as he stepped out of Marik’s way. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”
Malik asked, sounding rather irritated.
Marik swung his leg back and kicked the door shut, laughing as he walked over to their desk and
opened a top drawer. “Just chill out. I didn’t come in here just to see your pretty little ass.”
Marik pulled out a bag of the Pharaoh’s special herbal medicine from the drawer and set it on
the desk. He rummaged through his pants pocket and pulled out his rolling papers.
Malik rolled his eyes as he got into bed. “Whatever.”
Marik finished rolling the joint and licked his finger. “Want some?” He offered, running his
moistened finger along the seam of the blunt. Malik let out a frustrated groan as he sat up in bed.
“I guess.”
Holding the joint between his thumb and index finger, Marik motioned with his remaining
fingers for Malik to come over to him. Malik didn’t particularly want to get out of bed, but he
did anyway. He wrapped the covers around himself and got up. He stood next to Marik crossing
his arms with pissed off scowl on his face.
“Here, you spark it up first. It looks like you need this more than I do.” Marik smiled as he
handed Malik the joint and a lighter. Malik lit the joint and inhaled the smoke. This was his first
time doing this, but he’d watched Marik do it on numerous occasions. He instantly started
coughing, nearly choking as he handed the joint back to Marik.
“You gonna be okay, honey?” Marik asked as he reached his arm around Malik’s slender waist
to help him maintain his balance.
Malik continued to cough, but quickly got everything under control. “I’m okay.” Malik smiled
weakly, still catching his breath.
Marik patted his lap and smiled. “Here, have a seat.”
Malik took a seat on Marik’s lap, finding it quite comfortable.
Marik draped his arm loosely around Malik’s shoulder as he inhaled some of the joint. “Are you
mad at me?” Marik asked, holding in his hit.
Malik just shrugged his shoulders.
Marik chuckled as he blew out his hit. “You’re lucky you walked out when you did. Right after
you left, Bakura practically nailed Ryou into the floor. It actually looked kind of fun, minus all
the blood.”
Malik scrunched up his nose and groaned. “I just don’t get it. Why does a decent guy like Ryou
let Bakura use him like some kind of cheap sex toy?”
Marik grinned as he double hit the joint and passed it to Malik. “I take it you haven’t seen the
two of them go at it. Malik, believe me when I tell you this; Ryou isn’t as ‘nice’ as he looks.
Remember when I stayed over at their place last week? Well, I saw Ryou doing things to Bakura
that no man should ever have to see.”
Malik raised his eyebrow curiously. “Like what?” He asked, taking a small hit off the joint
smoldering between his fingers.
Marik closed his eyes and ran his fingertips over the carvings on Malik’s back, something he
liked to do quite often. “All I’ll say is when you mix Bakura and Ryou with melting candle wax
and duct tape, you can get some very disturbing results.”
Malik blew out his hit and smiled. He knew how much Marik idolized the carvings that had
brought him into existance.
“I suppose I should go back out by our guests. I don’t want our place looking like theirs. Want
the rest?” Marik asked, motioning with his head at the joint in Malik’s hand.
Malik shook his head as he crawled off Marik’s lap. “Nah, you can have it. I think I’m just going
to call it a night.”
Marik nodded as he took the joint from Malik. “Whatever. I’ll be out there if you need me for
anything. Wish me luck.”
Malik slipped back into his bed and smiled. “Good luck. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t now.”
Marik got up out of his chair and stood at Malik’s bedside looking down. A small grin crept
across his face. “We shall see.” He chuckled as he tapped the tip of Malik’s nose with his finger.
“See you in the morning, honey.” With that, Marik turned to leave.
            Malik felt as though he’d just fallen asleep when he heard his bedroom door open. He
assumed it was Marik in search of his secret stash of the Pharaoh’s special herbal medicine, so
he pulled up the covers and tried to fall back asleep.
“Malik?” Ryou’s voice asked softly through the darkness.
Malik sat up and rubbed his eyes. He blinked a few times before his eyes finally adjusted to the
darkness. He looked up and saw Ryou looking down at him holding his shirt closed. It looked
like his shirt was torn, and even in the darkness, Malik could see deep bite marks on Ryou’s
neck. “Ryou? What are you doing in here? Don’t you have an evil spirit you should be fucking,
or something?” He could only wonder why Ryou let Bakura manhandle him so viciously.
Ryou gingerly sat on the edge of Malik’s bed and shook his head. “Not really, Bakura went with
Marik on a beer run. I hate to bother you, but would it be too much to ask to use your shower?”
“Sure, go ahead. I don’t care.” Malik couldn’t help but smile at Ryou’s politeness. He was so
refreshingly different from Bakura.
Ryou smiled as he got up off Malik’s bed. “Thank you, I appreciate your hospitality.”
Malik still couldn’t fathom how such a nice guy could end up stuck with such a jerk-ass yami. It
almost seemed like a cruel joke. Not even the few years doing hard time in the Shadow Realm
was able to break him of his ways. Malik was thankful that Marik’s time in the shadows had
mellowed him out some. “Ryou? Wait a minute. I need to ask you something.”
Ryou turned around. “Yes?”
“Why do you let Bakura hurt you?” Malik asked curiously, looking again at the bite marks on
Ryou’s neck.
Ryou sat on the edge of the bed and shrugged his shoulders. “He’s my yami, I don’t really have
much of a choice. I’ve learned to deal with him though.”
“Like how?” Malik asked as he sat up.
Ryou cracked a little grin. “Let’s just say while the yami is away, the hikari will play.”
Malik nodded his head. “Doesn’t it bother you that Bakura is such a slut?”
Ryou covered his mouth with his hand and chuckled. “I’m used to that too. I don’t necessarily
agree with the way he conducts himself, but I don’t feel it’s my place to try and change him.
Bakura’s had a tough life. It would be wrong of me to try and force him to change.”
Malik looked at Ryou sadly. All he could feel for him was pity. “Oh..okay.”
“I’d best get a shower in now while I still have time. Sleep well, Malik.” Ryou waved as he left
Malik’s room.

            Malik was wide awake now, his mind was racing. All he could think about was sex and
what it might be like. Much to his discomfort, he found himself getting hard just thinking about
it. He mentally cursed his manhood for picking a bad time to rise to the occasion. He was so stiff
it actually hurt. Malik pulled off the blanket covering him and looked down at his erection laying
on his stomach. He reached down and wrapped his hand around the shaft.
“Uh..gods.. stupid thing.” He griped as he gripped the warm, adamantine muscle in his hand.
This sort of thing had been happening quite a lot lately, even at work. He couldn’t understand
why. He hated how his cock seemed to have a mind of its own. Every time this would happen,
he’d found that by thinking about his shitty childhood, he could make it go away. He could feel
his cock throbbing in his hand, it felt like it was going to burst. He couldn’t remember it ever
being this hard before either. Malik sat up and parted his legs. He brought his knees up and
looked down at the weeping muscle in his hand. The head glistened in the darkness from the
small amount of pre-cum oozing from the slit. He dipped his thumb into the small pool of white
and brushed over the bundle of nerves. His cock twitched, almost as if it was asking him to do
that again. It was the first time he’d ever done this, so he started doing what felt good. Malik
slowly began to pump into his hand, closing his eyes and moaning softly as he stroked the pain
away.

            Marik kicked his car door shut and bent down to pick up the two cases of beer he’d set
next to his car prior to exiting the vehicle. Bakura, carrying two more cases, walked around the
front of the car and grinned at Marik’s ass. “Nice view.” The thief grinned, his eyes fixed on
Marik’s tight Egyptian butt.
Marik stood up and turned around, a case of beer in each hand. “Piss off, you’ll never get a piece
of it, so don’t stand there staring at the unattainable, fool.”
Bakura chuckled evilly as he shrugged his shoulders. “What makes you think I want to fuck you?
I was only pointing out that you have a nice ass.”
Marik rolled his eyes and started walking towards the small house he and Malik rented. “Just
save it, horn-head. Let’s just get inside before the cops see you out here.”

            He was so close. Malik’s damp hair stuck to his face as he neared his climax. He worked
his hand quickly up and down his shaft, moaning Marik’s name. He was right there...right on the
edge now. He threw his head back and gutturally groaned as his release finally erupted, covering
his stomach with his milky white essence. Breathless, he fell backwards onto his pillow, his
body still twitching from coming so hard. After he’d caught his breath and regained his senses,
Malik slipped out of bed and headed to the bathroom to clean himself off. He could hear Marik,
Bakura, and Ryou still partying out in the living-room. He wet a washcloth and quickly cleaned
himself off. He didn’t want anybody knowing what he’d just done. He could only imagine the
ridicule that would haunt him if anybody knew he’d just jerked himself off and liked it.
“Hey, open up! I need to take a fucking piss!” Marik yelled loudly as he pounded on the
bathroom door.
“Shit!” Malik hissed between clenched teeth as he wrapped a towel around his waist. Marik was
the last person he wanted to know about what he’d done, considering it was him that he’d been
thinking of all the while he was jerking off. Malik grabbed his toothbrush and pretended to be
brushing his teeth as he unlocked the door. Marik raced inside the bathroom, almost knocking
Malik over as he ran passed him. Marik unzipped his jeans as he assumed the position in front of
the toilet. He sighed contentedly as he took a piss. Malik shifted his eyes in Marik’s direction
and almost choked on his toothbrush when he saw how well-endowed his darker half really was.
Marik was at least twice the size he was! Go figure fate would deal Marik such a lucky
hand...NOT.
Marik started to laugh as he finished his business. “You okay there, honey?”
Malik’s face burned bright red. Had Marik noticed what he had been staring at? Malik rinsed
his toothbrush under the faucet and set it next to the sink. “Uh....yeah, I just uh...jabbed my
toothbrush too far down my throat on accident...heh..my bad.” Malik answered nervously. Marik
put himself away and zipped up his jeans, than grinned at his better half. “Well next time you
want to stare at my cock, put your toothbrush down first.”
If Malik had looked in the mirror, he would have noticed his cheeks had invented a whole new
shade of red. Instead he turned and looked away. “S-sorry...I-I....didn’t mean to....I mean, I
wasn’t-”
Marik patted the top of Malik’s head and smiled. “It’s nothing to get embarrassed over, honey.
I’ve got nothing to hide from you. Did you like what you saw?”
Malik bit his lip and tried to avoid looking Marik directly in the eyes, even though Marik didn’t
seem bothered in the least that he’d been staring at his you-know-what. Malik still felt like an
ass though. He couldn’t bring himself to answer Marik’s question.
Marik casually washed his hands and went on as though nothing had just happened. Reaching for
the door knob, he looked back at Malik. “Feel like playing a few hands of cards? Bakura’s
showing Ryou and I a new game that he learned in the slammer called Bullshit. It’s pretty fun,
but it would probably be more fun with another person playing.”
Malik didn’t really want to join in the game, but after just being caught staring at Marik’s wang,
he decided it owed it to him to play at least a few hands of cards. Malik nodded his head. “Okay,
just let me throw on some pants and I’ll be right out.”

            Malik woke up the next morning with a slight headache. He’d only had a few beers while
playing cards the night before, but those few beers were enough to give him a hangover. He
glanced up at his alarm clock. He expected it only to be about 6am, but was completely shocked
to find it was half past 11. “SHIT!” He exclaimed as he jumped out of bed. He went to take a
step, but he nearly fell on his face. Maybe he was a bit more than ‘a little’ hungover. How was
he going to explain this one to his boss down at the pizza place? He’d never missed a day of
work in the six months he’d been working there, so he prayed to Ra that his boss would be
lenient on him. It took all of his effort to get out of bed and make his way down the hall. He
heard the tv on and figured he’d see Marik snoozing in front of it like he always did after a night
of hardcore drinking. To Malik’s surprise, he found Bakura sitting on the sofa doing a crossword
puzzle.
The thief looked up as Malik walked in. “Oh, it’s just you.”
Malik rolled his eyes as he grabbed a pillow off the sofa and used it to cover up. The last person
he wanted seeing him naked was Bakura. “What are you still doing here?”
Bakura set his crossword book aside and flashed a wicked grin. “None of your business.” He
laughed as he got up off the sofa and went into the kitchen.
“Asshole” Malik grumbled under his breath as he picked up the phone and began to dial his
work number.
“Oh, I almost forgot; that fool Marik went into work for you this morning.” Bakura shouted
from the kitchen.
Malik set the phone down and went into the kitchen by Bakura, still holding the pillow over his
lower extremities. “Say that again?” He asked. He couldn’t quite believe that Marik had gone
into work for him. This was a first! But why?
“You heard me. Now how about you put yourself to good use and make me some fucking
lunch.” Bakura snapped back harshly as he gulped down half his beer.
Malik made a sour face and started walking away. “Do I look like your bitch? Why don’t you
have Ryou make you something?” Malik shot back.
Bakura downed the rest of his beer and slammed the empty bottle on the counter top. “Watch
your mouth, punk. It just so happens Ryou isn’t here at the moment. I sent him downtown to
hock some of his father’s crap and buy me some of the Pharaoh’s special herbal medicine. Looks
like you and I are the only ones here right now.”
Malik rolled his eyes and continued walking away. “Asshole.”
Bakura didn’t take Malik’s cocky attitude lightly. He lunged forward and yanked Malik back by
his hair, than slammed him face first into the wall.
“What the fuck! Let me go you bastard!” Malik protested as he tried to struggle out of Bakura’s
firm grip.
Bakura laughed evilly as he pinned Malik against the wall with his entire body. Malik
whimpered when he felt the coolness of a switchblade knife press against his throat.
Bakura just laughed at the Egyptian’s fear. “Let me rephrase that; You’re going to make me
some fucking lunch, otherwise I will be forced to do something I don’t think you’ll like very
much. Got that, punk?”
Malik stopped struggling and swallowed hard. He knew Bakura wasn’t joking. “Alright, alright,
jeez, I’ll make you something. Just let me go.”
Bakura retracted the knife from Malik’s throat and smirked victoriously as he turned the shaking
Egyptian around. Malik held his breath as he stared in horror into Bakura’s malicious indigo
eyes. Bakura ran the blade lightly down Malik’s esophagus towards his stomach, chuckling
evilly as he felt Malik trembling. “That’s a good boy. Now that we have that little matter
resolved, I have something else for you to do first.”
Malik felt like crying, but he knew better. Crying would only make this worse.
Bakura narrowed his eyes as he yanked the pillow away from in front of Malik and looked over
his naked body. He grinned ferally as he wrapped his hand around Malik’s length.
‘Oh fuck.’ Malik thought to himself as the thief invade his privacy. His heart began to pound
rapidly in his chest, he had a bad feeling he knew exactly what Bakura was intending to do to
him. “Bakura, please.....I don’t want this.”
Bakura laughed as he squeezed Malik’s shaft in his hand, making sure it hurt. “Do you think it
matters to me what you want? ”
Malik whimpered as Bakura pushed him down onto the cold linoleum floor, pressing his
switchblade against Malik’s stomach. ‘Fuck, Fuck, fuck.......what do I do now?” Malik asked
himself.
Bakura chuckled evilly as he pushed Malik’s legs apart. “You know you really do want this.
Otherwise you would have been wearing more than just a stupid pillow when you came out.”
Malik bit his lip and tried to displace himself, just as he’d done when his father had carved the
Pharaoh’s bullshit into his back. He knew what was coming next. He felt Bakura’s finger press
against his entrance. Malik tensed up, hoping it would stop the thief from getting inside him.
Tears instantly came to his eyes.
Malik’s tears caught Bakura’s attention and made him laugh. “Quit crying like a baby and take it
like a man. Shit, you’re sexy a hell, but pathetic as fuck, you know that?”
Malik just whimpered in response. Even though he didn’t want this, he wanted it to end even
more. Much to Malik’s relief, Bakura never got the chance to finish what he started. Marik
happened to be delivering a pizza nearby and made a quick stop at home to check on Malik.
Marik instantaneously grabbed Bakura by his hair and lifted him off of Malik. He spun him
around and clocked the thief a good one right in the kisser. Malik scrambled to his feet and made
a mad dash for the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He burst into tears as he curled up
next to the heating vent. His stomach was tied in knots. He shakily crawled over to the toilet and
leaned his head over the bowl. He knew he was going to throw up. Why did his life always have
to suck? Was this a part of his destiny too? He could hear Marik and Bakura shouting obscenities
at each other and stuff getting knocked around. He was relieved Marik had showed up when he
did, otherwise...
Malik hurled from the very thought.
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I'll post part 2 Thursday, okay? It's all done; I'm just holding out cuz Im a brat. *smirk* (Did I hear something about juicy lemon??)
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