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PRICKS	By : DarkAlliance Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1254 -:- 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-'Seal' the Deal
- 1
Authors’ notes and disclaimer: ~We don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, but we do own PRICKS. We are not responsible for any accidental
deaths that may occur after reading.

PRICKS

(A combine effort by the Dark Alliance)
           It was just past noon when the silver sedan pulled into the overgrown parking lot of a
body modification studio on the outskirts of Domino. After finally deciding to go ahead and get
the tattoo, Dartz had done extensive research as to where to get it done. In the end all fingers had
pointed to PRICKS; and to Marik Ishtar in particular, the owner and proprietor.
            A look of distaste crossed his fine features as he took in the condition of the building. It
stood one story high, which was just as well as from the looks of it, would not support an added
story anyway. For a moment he wondered if he had the wrong address, but then his eyes caught
sight of the establishment logo held to the front door at the mercy of a rusty dagger. He could
only pray that the inside was better maintained.
            “Hello?” he called out as he stepped through the door. He took one whiff of the air and
made a sour face.
            “May I help you?” a deep voice asked from behind a partition that separated the room.
            Dartz swallowed hard and he took a few more hesitant steps inside. His eyes wandered
around the room cautiously. “You do tattoos, correct?”
            “Yeah,” the man answered, “What do you want?”
            The former king felt uneasy as he heard the man’s voice draw near. He didn’t know who,
or what, to expect. Considering the run down state of the studio he assumed the worst. He held
his breath as the man showed his face.
            His amber eyes widened to see the array of blonde spikes sitting atop the Egyptian’s
tanned head. Though neatly dressed in a sleeveless black t-shirt and tan cargo pants, the man's
appearance was quite over-whelming. Dartz cleared his throat nervously. “You are Marik, I
presume?”
            The blonde raised an eyebrow. “You’d be presuming right. Whad’aya want?”
            The taller man held out a small piece of paper. “I would like this symbol tattooed on my
left shoulder blade. Can you do it?”
            Marik took the page and eyed it critically. “Not this size I can’t. It’d all blend together
within a year. It’s gotta be at least four inches tall to be worth it…heh, for a tattoo anyway.
Otherwise I gotta have at least seven.”
            “Excuse me?” Dartz asked, confused.
            Marik chuckled. “I’ll enlarge it for you and then we’ll see about placement,” he said,
ignoring the other man’s obliviousness. He gestured to the low scraggly sofa against the back
wall. “Feel free to have a seat. I shouldn’t be too long.”
            Dartz nodded his head and walked over to the sofa. He opted not to sit down, noticing its
stained appearance. Instead he wandered the room looking at the posters on the walls.
            Marik cocked an eyebrow at the man before shrugging and leaning over his desk. “Hey,
what the fuck is this thing?” he asked after a few moments.
            Dartz kept his eyes on the myriad of signs and posters. “It is the Seal of Orichalcos. It is
sacred to me.” His eyes widened as they landed on a bronze plaque. ‘No whining or I’ll poke
you with my Rod’. Now what does THAT mean? he thought.
            Shaking his head, he continued his perusal of the studio. The only piece of furniture in
the room that didn’t look as though it had come from a secondhand store was a low, rectangular
coffee table stacked with magazines and ashtrays over-flowing with cigarette butts.
             “There, it’s done,” Marik said after a few minutes, looking up from his work.
            Dartz joined Marik at the desk.
            “Like it?” the blonde asked, holding up the design.
            Dartz looked over the well drawn copy of the Seal of Orichalcos. “Very nice,” he nodded
with approval.
            “Good, then let’s get this show on the road. Take off your shirt and have a seat.”
            Dartz followed Marik behind the partition separating the room, glad to see that the
lighting was somewhat better beyond it. Still though, he hoped that Marik’s eyes would be able
to function through the dimness.
            His nose wrinkled to see that there was not much of a difference in the décor from this
area and the last. Except that the wall coverings had gone from PG to R and even X in some
cases. In the center of the room was a beat up looking chair that appeared to have come from a
dentist’s office. It was covered with a thin sheet of white paper to protect the black padding
underneath. He wasn’t sure he really wanted to know why...
            “You gonna strip or you want me to do it for you?”
            The taller man jumped visibly but didn’t speak. He instead pulled his shirt over his head,
taking the time to pull his amazingly long hair through it unscathed. “Um, where should I put
this?” he asked.
            Marik shrugged. He was busy mixing colors to get the right shade of green. “Just toss it
on the floor.”
            Dartz raised an eyebrow. Instead of following the blonde’s suggestion he carefully
folded the shirt and sat it on the arm of the chair.
            Marik came up behind him and placed a warm hand on the small of his back. “Hold
still,” he instructed. He carefully cleaned and sterilized the entirety of Dartz’s shoulder before
carefully placing the design on it. He sprayed the carbon with a mixture from a small squirt
bottle and carefully peeled it off. After a quick assessment he handed his customer a hand
mirror. “There okay?” he asked, turning the chair around so that Dartz was facing a larger
mirror.
            The former king analyzed his reflection. “Very good,” he answered, noticing a large
collection of long needles lying on a tray nearby.
            “Cool,” Marik smiled as he readied his tattoo gun.
            “This might be more comfortable for you if you were lying down on your stomach. I can
adjust the chair for you if you want.”
            He was slightly apprehensive about doing as Marik suggested, but the blonde seemed to
know what he was talking about, so Dartz nodded his head.
            After a few failed attempts he managed to straddle the chair, using his discarded shirt as a
pillow to rest his forehead on. “How long is this going to take?” he asked, a trace of nervousness
entering his voice.
            “Couple hours,” Marik replied noncommittally. “There’s a lot of shading on these lines.”
He snapped on a fresh pair of latex gloves and picked up the tattoo gun. “Think pleasant
thoughts,” he quipped picking up a paper towel and hunching over Dartz’s smooth back. He ran
his fingers over the area before starting the outline of the circle.
            Dartz winced slightly at the initial pain, his hands clasped together beneath the back of
the chair. The high-pitched buzzing coming from the gun was making him nervous.
            Marik chuckled lightly, “I’ll turn on some music to take your mind off things.”
            Dartz tried following Marik’s instructions, thinking pleasant thoughts. He tried picturing
something pleasant but the music Marik had turned on was anything but.
            After an hour had passed, Marik suddenly stopped. “Hold on, I think I heard somebody
come in.”
            No sooner had the sentence left Marik’s lips when the sound of the front door slamming
shut reached their ears. “MARIK! Where the hell are you, you sexy hunk of man candy??”
            “Back here!” the blonde shouted back, returning his focus to Dartz’s shoulder blade.
            Dartz turned his head to the side just in time to see a pale man stride past the partition.
Being that this was his first time in a tattoo studio he didn’t know if this sort of thing was
commonplace and as such decided to keep his mouth shut.
            “Hey, Bakura. Where you been? I was expecting you back for lunch.”
            Bakura tossed his sunglasses onto the cluttered table. “So I was at the sex-,” he began,
oblivious to Marik’s questioning. “I couldn’t wake your ass up to get me off this morning, so I
went in the arcade to jack it, and this guy sticks his dick through one of the glory holes... I swear,
Marik, it was hard as fucking steel. And right through the tip of it was a huge ring!”
            “Vertical or horizontal?” Marik asked absently, ignoring Bakura’s apparent exaggeration
and focusing on Dartz’s ink work.
            “Horizontal.”
            “An ampallang,” Marik remarked, his lavender colored eyes still diligently centered on
Dartz's shoulder.
            Bakura shook his head. “Anyway it got me to thinking…” Regardless of the fact that
there was a stranger in the room he tugged down his zipper and shucked his jeans. His cock, an
impressive sight even asleep, hanging out in plain view. “How do you think it’d look if I let you
poke my wang?”
            Marik raised an eyebrow at his partner’s suggestion. “You want me to poke you?”
            Bakura gripped his cock firmly in his hand, “Fuck yeah! My cock was made for an
ampallang!” He looked down at the aqua haired man lying on the chair. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
            Dartz was speechless. Never had he met somebody as straight forward as this man
standing in front of him.
            “You think you’re man enough to handle an ampallang?” Marik chuckled as he went
back to work on Dartz’s shoulder.
            Bakura shrugged his shoulders and picked up one of the needles lying in the tray next to
the chair, gazing closely at its pointed tip. “I can always find somebody else to poke me if you
can’t do it.”
            “It’s not me I’m concerned about,” Marik answered, carefully shading in a greenish
colored line.
            Dartz swallowed hard. The demeanor of the one Marik had called Bakura was unlike
anybody he had ever encountered before.
            Marik could feel Dartz tensing up. He pulled back his tattoo gun and set it on the tray
next to the chair. “Need a break?” He asked, wiping the tip of the gun off with a piece of paper
towel.
            Dartz nodded his head. He kept a cautious eye on the white haired man who promptly
took a seat in the chair after the former king had gotten up to stretch a little.
            “So, you gonna do it or what?” Bakura asked, spreading his legs apart.
            Marik’s raised eyebrow spoke volumes. “Get up, you jackass. I’m working.”
            Sienna eyes scanned Dartz’s muscled torso before turning back to Marik. “Oh, I see how
it is. Can he suck your dick as well as I can?”
            Dartz coughed loudly, taken by surprise at the blunt and absurd question.
            A low growl sounded from the back of Marik’s throat. “Your exceptional oral skills have
nothing to do with this, Bakura.”
            Marik looked at Dartz and shook his head. He could see how disturbed the man was by
Bakura’s question.
            “You ever fucked a man before, pretty boy?” Bakura asked Dartz, a demonic smirk
crossing his lips.
            Dartz’s eyes just about popped out their socket. “I…I…uh...n-no.” He replied, taking a
few steps back.
            Bakura shifted onto his side and reached between Marik’s legs. He firmly cupped the
Egyptian’s groin in his hand. “Why not?”
            Marik bit down on his lower lip as the white haired devil massaged him through his
pants.
            “Gods, stop it, Bakura... I’m tying...to…mnn...work...here.”
            “Why should I?” Bakura grinned, reaching for Marik’s zipper, giving it a little tug.
As the zipper came down, Marik’s thick, chocolate colored cock flopped out. Bakura didn’t
hesitate to swallow it whole.
            Dartz’s jaw dropped. He couldn’t believe his eyes! He’d never before seen a man touch
another man in this sort of way. He watched in half horror, half shock as Bakura’s
mouth pulled back and again sank down, taking the limp member into his mouth, down to its
base.
            “Mmm...mmm...” Bakura moaned as worked Marik over with his tongue.
            “Gods... damn you and that wicked mouth of yours,” Marik moaned, sinking his long
fingers down into Bakura’s hair.
            Bakura chuckled around Marik’s length. He’d sucked the Egyptian off enough to know
where his buttons were and in no time had a fully erect cock to show for his efforts. He ceased
his movement and turned his eyes to the man in the corner who was suddenly rivaling Bakura
himself in the pale-faced department. “Oh don’t look so fucking shocked,” he said with a grin.
“I’m sure someone as cute as you has had at least a couple of decent blows in his lifetime.”
            Dartz’s eyes widened even further before his male ego stepped in. “I, um, of course I
have.”
            Even Marik had to snicker at the waver in the man’s voice.
            Bakura coiled his snaky fingers around the Egyptian’s arousal and slowly began to pump
it. He watched Dartz’s face eagerly, feeding off the man’s obvious innocence.
            “Take off your pants,” Bakura said firmly.
            “WHAT!?!?” Dartz gasp. He tried taking another few steps back, but found himself back
into the corner.
            Bakura swung his legs off the chair and stood up. He looked Dartz directly in the eyes.
            “I said, take off your pants. Don’t make me say it again..”
            Dartz lowered his eyes, unable to hold his own against Bakura’s powerful and lustful
gaze. “I really should be going,” he said nervously.
            “With half a tattoo? I don’t think so,” Bakura purred. “You’ve got to let Marik finish
you off before you leave.”
            Marik chuckled and focused on Dartz. “Come on, man, sit back down.” After un-tucking
his shirt, he came up behind Bakura and shoved him out of the former king’s personal space
before taking Dartz by the hand and leading him back to the chair.
            Bakura watched the aqua haired man sit down and smiled to himself. He waited until
Marik had again begun work on Dartz’s shoulder before moving behind the former king and
resting his forearms on his smooth back under the guise of watching Marik’s talent.
            “Uh.. Bakura? What the fuck are you doing?”
            Bakura licked his lips as he wound a lock of Dartz’s hair around his finger. “I’m
watching you,” he answered, admiring the light blue lock of hair coiled around his finger. “I’d
love to tie you up to my bed by your hair and fuck the shit out you,” he whispered in Dartz’s ear.
            Dartz was jolted by the man’s comment, causing him to jump.
            Marik let out a deep groan. “I can’t fucking ink you if you keep moving around like that.”
            “S-sorry... It won’t h-happen again,” Dartz replied, feeling Bakura breathing down his
neck.
            Bakura snickered as he licked Dartz’s earlobe. “That’s right, you be a good boy and just
lay there while Marik works on you.”
            Marik shifted around uncomfortably, reaching between his legs. “Goddamit, my dick is as
hard as rock yet,” he grumbled.
            Bakura waited until Marik had adjusted himself and returned his focus to his task before
shifting his weight fully onto Dartz’s back to “get a better look”.
            Beads of sweat broke out on Dartz’s forehead as he became aware of just what part of the
white haired man was pressing against him. He wanted to protest. He wanted to move. He
wanted to leave. But he did none of those things. And he wasn’t sure he wanted to know why.
            Marik could sense his client’s discomfort but let it pass, selfishly thinking that it paled in
comparison to his own. At least all Dartz had to do was sit there. He had to retain enough focus
not to fuck up the shading of the Seal. And he had to do it with a raging erection. “You’re a
fucking jackass, Bakura,” he muttered. “Just wait until I’m done. You won’t be walking for a
month.”
            “Why wait?” Bakura smirked, purposely grinding his hips against Dartz. He reached
between Marik’s legs and grasped the Egyptian’s shaft.
            Marik moaned as Bakura gave his cock a squeeze. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…don’t do this to
me, you asshole!”
            “You know you want it,” Bakura chuckled, pressing his lips against Marik’s.
            Marik moaned into the kiss. “Gods... I know I do... but...”
            Bakura took the tattoo gun from Marik’s hand and set it down. He cupped the blonde’s
cheek in his hand and deepened the kiss. He continued stroking the man’s shaft, quickening the
pace, rocking his hips against Dartz’s back.
            Dartz closed his eyes. He could feel the rigid muscle grinding against him. He found
himself filled with a foreign curiosity and gasped as he felt a sudden urge to reach back and
touch it.
            Marik bit his lower lip. Bakura’s hand, quite sure of itself in its ministrations, quickened
its pace. “Bakura…this is not…the time…” he panted.
            Bakura continued taking his pleasure from the small of Dartz’s back as he spoke. “I’m so
hard it’s starting to hurt,” he argued, his voice low and seductive. “I don’t care who I fuck but
one of you is getting filled before I leave.”
            The raw and open way the sexual conversation flowed between the pair had begun to take
its toll on the former king. He had to stop himself from pushing back against Bakura’s thrusts.
            Dartz swallowed hard against the tingling sensation welling up in his balls.
            Bakura moaned into Marik’s mouth, running his hand down the Egyptian’s neck, resting
it on his shoulder. “Your ‘work’ can wait,” he growled, digging his fingernails into the blonde’s
skin through his shirt.
            A small whimper escaped Dartz’s lips.
            Bakura’s sharp hearing quickly picked up on the desperate sounding out cry.
He pulled his mouth away from Marik’s, nipping at the Egyptian’s lower lip before turning his
attention to Dartz. “Turn around, pretty boy. I want to watch Marik suck your cock while I fuck
the shit out of him,” he said with a smirk.
            The sexual tension in the room was overwhelming. Even the powers of the Orichalcos
paled in comparison. Against his better judgment, Dartz turned around. He swallowed hard as his
amber eyes met with Bakura’s lust filled gaze
            “I don’t know how you make it through life,” Marik remarked to his on again off again
lover before pushing his chair back and rising to his feet. He looked into Dartz’s eyes with a
searching gaze. Beyond the obvious fear and hesitation he was able to locate the beginnings of
lust in their depths. He reached for the button on Dartz’s slacks and released it before grasping
the zipper and carefully tugging it down over the obvious bulge beneath.
            Bakura moved behind the Egyptian and yanked down his pants. He nipped at his neck,
his cock pressing firmly into tanned thighs. “I’ve been thinking of fucking you all morning,” he
confessed. “Bend over.”
            Marik pulled Dartz’s cock from the confines of the former king’s grey boxer shorts and
gripped it with a firm hand. “I’ll be gentle,” he said with a smirk, dropping his head down and
obeying Bakura’s demand in one smooth movement.
            Dartz held the sides of the chair with an iron grip as the Egyptian’s hot mouth swallowed
his entire length in record time.
            Bakura gave Marik’s bared ass a hard slap before going any further. “I can’t believe you,
Marik, making me wait like you did. You’re going to get it for that.”
            Marik moaned around Dartz’s cock as Bakura roughly pushed inside of him. He
increased the suction around the growing member in his mouth, expertly drawing his mouth up
and down around it, while simultaneously using his tongue to add extra enjoyment.
            Dartz wriggled his hips, still not quite sure of what he had gotten himself into. He
whimpered helplessly as Marik held his hips firmly in place.
            “You taste good,” Marik grinned, picking his head up for a second before plunging back
down.
            Bakura fingers dug into Marik’s hips as he pulled back, paused, then sank home again
with brutal force. “Holy shit, Ishtar, am I the only one who fucks you? You're as tight as a
fucking virgin.”
            A wanton growl reverberated through the Egyptian’s throat, sending vibrations over the
head of Dartz’s cock, buried snugly amongst Marik’s vocal chords. Unintelligible mewls began
to pour from the former king’s parted lips and he had to struggle to remain still.
            Fueled by the sexy moaning coming from the former Atlantian king, Bakura began to
impale himself in and out of Marik at an unmatchable pace, striking his sweet spot with brutal
force.
            Marik squeezed Dartz’s hips and cried out Bakura’s name around Dartz’s cock as he
pushed backward against the thief’s forward thrusts, driving the white-haired man’s dick deeper
and deeper into his body.
            Dartz felt his balls tighten up, sweat was soaking his forehead. He’d never felt sensations
that compared to the likes of the ones he was feeling now.
            “Touch me,” Marik moaned, digging his fingernails into Dartz’s flawless skin.
            With an uncertain hand, Dartz sat up slightly and reached between Marik’s legs. He
grasped its length and began to stroke hesitantly, obviously unsure of his actions.
            “Come on, pretty boy,” Bakura growled from his vantage point. “Put a little effort into it.
Hold on tighter, he likes that. There you go. Now stroke it just a bit faster. Brush your thumb
over the tip, it drives him wild.”
            Marik had pulled his mouth from Dartz’s cock and rested his forehead on the former
king’s pubic bone, Bakura’s words and Dartz’s apprenticeship draining his concentration from
him.
            “Oh shit yeah,” the thief moaned. He’d always loved fucking Marik but this was another
experience entirely. Not only did he have the Egyptian writhing beneath him but he’d also been
given the silent okay to orchestrate the entire encounter. What he wanted to see he got. He
decided to test the boundaries of his control just a little. He plunged deeply into the willing body
beneath him and took a step back, drawing Marik along and effectively cutting Dartz off from
any contact. “Get down on your knees,” he said to the other man. “Suck him off like a good
boy.”
            Dartz whimpered from the loss of contact. He hesitated and looked up at Bakura,
apprehensive about taking the Egyptian’s well sized erection into his mouth.
            “Do it!” Bakura snapped, glaring down at the former king.
            The shrillness in Bakura’s voice sent shivers down Dartz’s spine. He quickly got down
on his knees in front of Marik, his eyes scanning the massive cock in front of his face.
            He gingerly took the head into his mouth. He’d never done anything like this before, and
he wasn’t sure even what to do.
            Marik moaned loudly as Dartz’s warm mouth surrounded the head of his engorged cock,
he couldn’t help but thrust into the wet heat.
            “Fuck yeah, Ishtar... fuck pretty boy’s face,” Bakura said with an evil sparkle in his eyes.
He took a moment to gain better leverage before thrusting violently. Marik, not prepared for the
motion, was pressed forward, inadvertently forcing his shaft deeper down Dartz's virgin throat.
“Now suck that hard cock like a cock should be sucked,” he growled.
            Dartz had never sucked anybody off before; his throat wasn’t used to it. He gagged as the
massive muscle was forced down his throat.
            “Oh yeah. Choke on that big, delicious dick,” Bakura encouraged with a nod, grinning
sadistically. He closed his eyes and drove into the Egyptian’s quivering body over and over.
       Marik was forced to rest his hands on Dartz’s shoulders or fall forward at the mercy of
Bakura’s unrelenting thrusts. “Bakura…shit…”
       Dartz kept his eyes wide open, marveling at the changes in Marik’s arousal. The more
stimulation he gave it the darker it became. He reached up with his left hand, stroking the base
where his mouth was just not destined to reach.
            He could feel the veins of Marik’s cock pulsing between his lips. A salty taste tickled his
tongue and washed around his entire mouth.
            “Gods....I can’t... I have to...” Marik panted, his entire body trembling from the duel
sensations surrounding him.
            “In your dreams,” Bakura chuckled, grabbing the base of Marik cock and squeezing it as
hard as he could, preventing the Egyptian from coming.
“You’ll come when I say you’ll come, understand?”
            Marik whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut tightly. “I need to come, Bakura... fucking
Ra... I need to come!”
            Bakura chuckled evilly as he watched Dartz swallowing Marik’s dick. “In time, Ishtar...
in time. Pretty boy, I want you to jack Marik off and let him come on your face.”
            Dartz nodded and pulled his head back, placing himself within a reasonable distance of
Marik’s throbbing erection. He increased the speed at which his hand was moving up and down
its length and held his breath in nervous anticipation.
            “Fucking let go, Bakura,” Marik growled, sweat dripping down his cheekbones. Relief
poured through him when his request was granted and he tightened his grip on Dartz’s shoulders,
desperately thrusting into the former king’s fist.
            “Oh shit yeah... let it all out, Ishtar,” Bakura encouraged from behind, watching on
eagerly as a stream of creamy hot cum erupted from Marik’s cock onto Dartz’s face.
            “Open your mouth, hold out your tongue,” he instructed, massaging Marik’s tight balls
with his hand as he slipped back inside of him.
            Dartz complied without hesitation, catching all he could of Marik’s release in his mouth.
He pumped furiously with his hand, forcing as much as he could out.
            Marik grit his teeth together, growling as his body expelled his essence on the man’s face.
His hips bucked wildly as his body convulsed, his muscles squeezing tightly around Bakura’s
shaft.
            Bakura sunk his teeth down into Marik’s neck as he felt his body reaching its climax. The
taste of Marik’s blood overwhelmed his senses sending him into an intoxicated state of sexual
euphoria. He moaned as he sucked on the flesh wound, his body tensing up more with every
stroke of his tongue. “Fuck... Marik…”
            Suddenly though, he ceased his strokes, staving off his release at the last possible second.
“Get over here, boy,” he said to the kneeling man. While Dartz struggled to rise on shaking legs
Bakura pulled out of Marik and turned the Egyptian around, kissing him deeply.
            Marik moaned into the contact, the coppery taste of his own blood sending chills down
his spine. “Mmm…” he purred at its conclusion. “Bakura you’re fucking insatiable.”
            Bakura winked and reached out to Dartz, pulling the trembling man close and allowing
one pale hand to travel south to grasp the former king’s obvious erection.
            “Lie back on the chair, let me watch you pump this hard cock for me, I want to watch you
come.”
            The pretentious former king laid back on the chair, his hand coiled firmly on his own
weeping erection. He moaned gutturally as glistening droplets of pre-cum seeped out from the
slit.
            Bakura grinned ferally as he slipped back inside Marik and began moving within his
exhausted body again. “Good boy, now spread your legs further and stroke it faster.”
Dartz’s breathing grew faster as he pumped himself with a tight fist. His balls began to tingle and
his lower lip quivered. He was so close...
            Bakura moaned loudly as he picked up the pace again. “Fuck, my dick feels like it’s
going to burst,” he panted, his eyes rolling back in his head.
            It was a feeling that the former king was well acquainted with. Even the amazingly
pleasurable sensation of his own hand pumping toward release brought him a tingling pain as
well.
            Marik, for his part, was grateful that Bakura had resumed their original position next to
the chair that Dartz was now preparing to defile. He planted his palms on the black padding and
focused on remaining upright while Bakura buried his cock within, using his body to find his
pleasure.
            “By the Gods…” Dartz whispered through clenched teeth. His grip tightened on his
member and his other hand formed a solid fist at his side. A fraction of a second later his entire
body tensed as thick strands of semen burst forth, coating his chest. His hand continued on its
mission, milking every last ounce from deep within.
            “Oh shit yeah,” Bakura purred. He reached down and ran a finger through the sticky
warmth and brought it to his lips.
            He slid his tongue over the former king’s still hot release, lapping up its salty essence.
            “Come for us,” Marik smirked, arching his back slightly, offering his rear up to Bakura.
            Bakura’s body almost instantaneously erupted at the Egyptian’s command. He wrapped
his arms around Marik’s chest as he slammed himself home. His body shook violently as he
filled Marik with his release and collapsed, allowing the blonde to support the bulk of his weight.
            The next few minutes were silent as the three regained their breath and Dartz attempted to
calm himself down. He had never done anything like this before and had no idea what to expect
now.
            He needn’t have worried. Marik stood up, pushing the white haired man off of him. He
reached for his pants and pulled them back into place over his hips. “You know Bakura,” he said
conversationally. “If you let me give you an ampallang then you won’t be able to fuck for quite
some time. They take from six months up to a year to heal all the way.”
            Bakura pulled up his jeans. “No sex for six months?! Fuck that!”
            Marik chuckled as he peeled off his latex gloves and tossed them on the cluttered table.
“So let’s finish this tat now. I have another customer that’s supposed to be dropping by in about
an hour.”
            Dartz, who’d totally forgotten about the half completed tattoo on his shoulder, slipped off
the chair and gathered his clothes up. “Um... actually... could I come back tomorrow?”
            Marik cocked his eyebrow at the former king and set down the fresh pair of gloves that
he’d just picked up. “You sure?”
            A small grin crossed Dartz’s lips. “Yes, I am sure,” he nodded, his cheeks a glowing soft
shade of red.
            Marik shrugged his shoulders and waved for Dartz to follow him. “Okay, we can
schedule you in up at my desk.”
            Bakura followed the two men up to the front of the studio and flopped back on the
scraggly looking sofa. “Ah yeah...” he sighed loudly, closing his eyes as he relaxed.
            Marik scribbled something onto a piece of paper and grinned at Dartz. “Alright, you'll
want to ice that at least once an hour until the swelling goes down. Oh and here's your aftercare
sheet for your tattoo. See you tomorrow at one.”

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Dark Alliance: Well? Whad’aya think? You like our work? If you do, let us know! And please,
tell all your friends about us. The more business we get, the less we’ll be out destroying this
pathetic planet.
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