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Hellraisers II: Lights, Camera, BAKURA?	By : MarikIshtar77 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 12525 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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*disclaimer: I don’t own any song or character in this chapter. (And thanks Bakurasgirl for
telling me about “Candy Shop” by 50 cent. It really inspired two of my muses...*giggles and fans
self*)

Sleeping with the Devil

            Malik sat quietly on a metal file cabinet watching the clock ticking away the time. It was
half past two. The phone had been completely silent for over and hour, and the bluesy rock
ballads Marik was playing were probably putting people to sleep. “Can you put something faster
on? I’m falling asleep here.” Malik yawned, covering his mouth with his hand.
“Uh..probably NO. ” An annoyed, shirtless Marik snapped as he stared at thetelephone longingly, hoping for it to ring.
Malik hopped off the file cabinet and moseyed over by Ryou, who was standing behind Yami
looking at a computer screen.
“Aren’t you going to poke the Red Queen now? ” Ryou asked, pointing the X-rated RPG game
on the screen.
Yami shook his head. “You can’t just jump right in and ‘poke’ the Red Queen. She’s a little
bitch and requires a little foreplay first.” He dryly explained as he clicked something on the
screen. Marik picked a baseball cap up off the desk and pulled it on his head backwards,
leisurely kicking his feet up on the desk. “I’d just tell her to shut the fuck up and bend over.” He
commented as he cued up another rock ballad.
A long, breathy moan came from the computer speakers. “Yes! Advance to the 3^rd level!” Yami
exclaimed, looking back at Ryou, “I told you the Red Queen likes foreplay! It’s the Red KING
that likes to skip right to sex.”
Marik rolled his eyes. “Bravo, I suppose you think you’re king shit now, eh?”
Yami got up out of the chair, laughing as he sauntered over to Marik and sat on his lap. “Want to
find out?” He winked, wiggling his ass against Marik’s lap.
Marik grinned as he wrapped his arms around Yami’s slender waist, holding him loosely in
place on his lap. “Judging by the way you were screaming like a bitch in heat earlier, I’d have to
say my skills outrank yours, babe.”
Yami chuckled as he nuzzled Marik’s neck lightly with his nose. “Oh really now? I beg to
differ.” He smirked, reaching down between Marik’s legs. He flicked open the top button of
Marik’s jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper.
Marik wasn’t the type to bother with underwear, so his cock popped out to greet the grinning
Pharaoh. “Very nice.” He said in a sultry tone, rubbing his palm up Marik’s length.
Marik smirked as his manhood began to stiffen. “Want to ride it?”
“Maybe” Yami answered, licking his lips seductively.
Marik grinned lasciviously at the Pharaoh, wrapping his hand around his shaft. “So do it.”
“I have another idea.” Yami grinned, looking over at Malik and than at a pair of fuzzy pink
handcuffs laying on the desk.

            Bakura zipped up his jacket as he stood outside the game shop holding the door open.
“Careful now, I don’t want my stuff getting wrecked.” He warned Jounouchi, adding a sharp
glare.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Jou grumbled as he carried one of Bakura’s new amplifiers out of the
game shop. He lugged the heavy piece of equipment down the slushy walkway and loaded it into
the backseat of Yugi’s car.
“Hey, that’s an AVT275, you moron! You wreck it, I’m taking it out of your paycheck!” Bakura
barked, holding the door for Yugi “Ready to go, Yuug?”
Yugi paused to take a final look back at the game shop. “I think so.” He stared at the dark
building for a minute. A tear ran down his cheek as Bakura closed the door.
“It’ll be alright, Yugi. C’mon, let’s bail.” Bakura smiled, wrapping his arm around Yugi.
Yugi sniffled and wiped his eyes as Bakura led him down the slushy walkway to the car. “Yeah,
good idea. There’s just too many memories in this place.”
Bakura opened the car door for Yugi and stepped aside.
Yugi got in the car and looked up at Bakura with his big violet eyes. “I’m sorry for falling asleep
on you before.”
Bakura shrugged his shoulders and smirked at Jounouchi. “No big deal, I kept myself
entertained.”
Jounouchi made a sour face as he crawled in the backseat, just barely able to fit because of
Bakura’s new guitar equipment. “Yeah, lecturing me for four fucking hours straight! Than he
made me put this shit in the car! Grrr...asshole.”
Bakura grinned proudly as he closed Yugi’s door and walked around the car to the driver’s side.
Yugi handed the car keys over to Bakura. “You know, I had this really strange dream that I was
back in the Duelist Kingdom, and Jou spilled soda pop on my Millennium Puzzle. Than Yami
popped out, but he had your head, and was wearing Kaiba’s clothes. It was really bizarre.”
“Umm...yeah..” Bakura answered, shooting Yugi a strange look as he started up the car. “We’ll
drop you off on our way to my place.” He said to Jounouchi as he slapped the shifter into gear.

            After dropping Jounouchi off in front of Kaiba Corps, per his request, Bakura started
driving toward home.
Yugi had barely spoken a word since they left the Game Shop, so Bakura filled the silence with wisdom.
“First you pull the handle part of the lock, but not enough so that the dial won't move. Than
while pulling on it, turn the dial to the left until it won't move any more. Then add 5 to the
number. That’s the first number, got that?” Bakura carefully explained to Yugi as they drove.
“I got it” Yugi answered, staring out the car window half listening.
“Good, because the second number is a little harder to crack. You have to spin the dial around a
few of times, then go to the first number you got, then turn it to the right, bypassing the 1st
number once. When you have it bypassed, start pulling the handle and turning it. It will
eventually fall into the groove and lock. While in the groove pull, yank it and turn the dial. If it
is loose go to the next groove; if it's stiff you got the second number.”
“M’hm” Yugi nodded, still half listening to Bakura’s expertise on how to crack a Master Lock.
(Authoress pleads the fifth here! 0.o!)
“To learn the third number, turn the dial to your first two numbers, turn the dial to the right and
at all the numbers pull on it. Touché! Lock open.”
“Amazing” Yugi answered quietly, closing his eyes and letting Bakura ramble on.
“Did you know the ancient Egyptians were the first to come up with the pin/tumbler locks? The
same security principle is still used today.” (I shit you not, true fact!)
“M’hm, hey, do you mind if I turn on some music?” Yugi asked politely.
Bakura nodded his head and reached over to turn on the radio. “Good idea, let’s listen in on what
our other halves are up to.”
{I'll take you to the candy shop,
I'll let you lick the lollipop,
Go ahead girl and don't you stop,
Keep going till you hit the spot, WHOA!}
“What the hell is this?!?” Bakura gasp, turning the volume up.

            Marik shifted around in his chair with his hard cock in his hand. He pumped the rigid
muscle slowly, not taking his eyes off Yami. “Ra...Pharaoh...so hot.” He sighed longingly,
watching Yami and Malik moving seductively around each other in front of him.
Ryou bit his fist and stared in awe, unable to take his eyes off the hotness unfolding before him.
Yami gripped Malik’s hips as he rocked his body against Malik’s tight little ass.
Malik swayed his body seductively in rhythm to the song, sticking his rear end out to meet with
the Pharaoh’s crotch, weaving his fingers through his creamy blonde hair.
Yami slowly slid his hands up under Malik’s shirt, stimulating the Egyptian’s nipples with his
fingers until they perked up.
Malik threw his head back and moaned loudly, squeezing fistfuls of hair as Yami gave his
nipples a quick squeeze.

{You can have it your way, how do you want it?
You gon back that thang up or should I push up on it
Temperature rising, okay, let's go to the next level
Dance floor, jam packed, hot as a tea kettle
I'll break it down for ya now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental}
“Oh yeah...” Ryou moaned softly as Malik slowly unzipped his jeans in front of him.
Malik turned around and slipped his thumbs in his belt loops. He wiggled his jeans down over
his hips nice and slow, revealing his red thong underwear.
Ryou reached out to touch the red material, but before his hands could reach their target, Malik
pulled away, yanking his pants back up, but leaving the fly wide open.
“Not yet, love.” Malik winked as he continued his sinful dance of seduction.

{On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the Magic Stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasing you bout how sprung I got you
Wanna show me you can work it baby, no problem
Get on top, then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasoned vet when it come to this shit
After you work up a sweat you can play wit the stick
I'm trying to explain baby the best way I can
I'll melt in your mouth girl not in your hand}

Marik watched on eagerly as Yami peeled off his shirt, tossing it into Marik’s lap.
A thin film of sweat on Yami’s muscular chest glistened under the light as hands glided down
his stomach and down to his pants.
“Keep going, baby.” Marik said in a husky voice, not taking his eyes off the seductive Pharaoh.
Yami thrust his hips forward, pulling his zipper down more with every forward motion.
“So fucking hot.” Marik whispered as he pumped his cock with his hand.
Leaving his fly wide open, Yami backed away, letting his hand slide down his chest and
stomach, down into his jeans. He thrust his hips and moaned loudly as his hand came in contact
with his arousal.
Marik grinned carnally.
Yami worked his body into a dripping hot sweat as he danced with wild abandon in front of
Marik, touching himself all over.
“You know Pharaoh, if you release my wrist from this handcuff, I’d be more than willing to-”
Yami pressed his mouth against Marik’s, cutting him off mid-sentence. “Not a chance.” Yami
grinned, nipping at Marik’s bottom lip.
“Teaser” Marik smirked as he gripped his extremely hard cock.
{Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in a rodeo
You ain't never heard it sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door, she get to pulling on my zipper
It's like it's a race, who could get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch her in thongs
Having me thinking about that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time}

Stripped down completely naked, Malik pulled Ryou up out of his chair and brought them face
to face. “Time to fuck?” He asked his lover, holding Ryou’s hands in his own between them.
Ryou released one of Malik’s hands and wrapped it around the Egyptian’s swollen member. “I
would love to.” He said softly as he gazed into Malik’s crystal eyes.
Malik squeezed his eyes shut and hissed between his clenched teeth and Ryou gently squeezed
his engorged arousal. "Turn around and grab the edge of the table.”
“Ra damn it! Stop teasing me like this! Ride me already! GAH!” Marik growled, pulling the
Pharaoh’s hair roughly.
Yami’s mouth made a ‘pop’ sound as he was yanked up off the Egyptian’s cock. “Are you
sure?” He smirked, licking his lips as he looked up at Marik with hungry crimson eyes.
“YES, damn you!” Marik snarled angrily, as if he was going to blow up if he didn’t get some ass
action very soon.
Yami wiped some drool off his chin and wrapped his saliva covered hand around Marik’s
manhood. He rolled the weeping head of it around with his thumb, smearing the translucent fluid
around as he stroked the muscle.
Marik’s cock jerked from the Pharaoh’s touch. His eyes rolled back in his head. “Please,
Pharaoh...fuck my hard cock...”
Yami licked the salty pre-cum off his hand and winked. “Alright.” He purred softly as he turned
around.

(Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she wind
Her hips in slow mo on the floor when we grind
As long as she ain't stopping homie, I ain't stopping
Dripping wet wit sweat man it's on and popping
On my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle it's on
Now we gon sip to every bubble now every bottle is gone}

            “Well, here we are.” Bakura said as he unlocked the door to the apartment.
“Are you sure you don’t mind Yami and I staying here for a few days?” Yugi asked as he stepped
inside, setting down his suitcase.
Bakura shrugged his shoulders closed the door. “Not a problem, as long as the Pharaoh doesn’t
irritate me.”
Yugi sat down on the sofa and sighed as he took off his shoes.
Bakura went into the kitchen to put the wine he’d bought earlier away. (Bought with money he’d
pick-pocketed from the guy in the checkout line ahead of him.) “Are you thirsty or anything?”
“Yeah, I’ll have some water.” Yugi answered him.
Bakura grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and rejoined Yugi in the living-room.
“So Yugi, tell me...Did you enjoy being Ishtar’s fuck toy earlier?” He asked, handing Yugii the bottled water.
Yugi took the bottle and shook his head. “Thank you, and not really. I was trying to sneak out
when Malik got back and saw that smutfest between you and Ryou and Yami and Marik. All the
sudden he was like, ‘Yugi, get naked’ and I was like...‘what?’ Next thing I knew he was kissing
me and BOOM! We were doing it. It all happened kinda fast.”
“Oh?” Bakura smirked. “That’s interesting.”
Yugi sipped his water and sighed. “I’ll be walking funny for a week now.”
Bakura snickered as lit up a cigarette. “That ought to teach you a lesson about letting an Ishtar
take advantage of you.” He took a quick swig of Yugi’s water before he walked toward the door.
“I’m going to bring my new equipment up, you can crash in my bed if you want. Do you mind if
I use your car a little later to run back to the station and see what the fuck those idiots are
doing?”
Yugi set down his water and pulled his knees up to his chest. “That’s fine.” He answered quietly,
burying his face on his knees.
“Great, this shouldn’t take long.” Bakura said as he headed out the door.
            It didn’t take Bakura long to haul in his awesome new gear, but by the time he was done,
Yugi had already went to bed. (Of course) Bakura left his new toys in the living-room and went
to check on the Pharaoh’s light. “Yugi? You still awake?” He asked in a hushed voice as he
stood in the doorway to his bedroom.
“Yeah, I am.” Yugi hiccupped from the bed. It sounded like he was still crying.
Bakura walked over by his bed and put his hand on Yugi’s shoulder. “Yugi, you can’t keep
crying like this, it’s kind of pointless. Tears can’t raise the dead, you know.”
“Stay with me tonight, please?” Yugi asked, looking up at Bakura with big, glassy eyes.
Bakura sat down on the edge of the bed. “Close your eyes.” He said softly, laying next to him.
Yugi closed his eyes.
“Now give me your hand.”
Yugi held his hand out to Bakura.
“Do you feel that?” Bakura asked, putting Yugi’s hand on his chest over his heart.
“Feel what?”
“Exactly, there’s nothing there. I died thousands of years ago, but because of some not so nice
things I did, I’m stuck living on this stupid fucking planet for the rest of eternity trapped between
realms. At least your fat old fucking bastard grandfather has been allowed to cross over. You
should be happy for him.”
Yugi sucked in a deep breath, trying to stop his tears. “Uh..yeah..I know. It still hurt though, I
miss him so much.”
Bakura squeezed Yugi’s hand tenderly. “You’ll see him again someday. Now shut up and go to
sleep.” He assured Yugi as he rolled over onto his side facing Yugi. “Tell you what, I’ll take care
of your grandfather’s funeral arrangements. You just rest and leave things to me, alright?”
“Are you sure?” Yugi asked, rolling over onto his side to look at Bakura.
Bakura reached over and draped his arm around Yugi, pulling him against his chest. “I’m sure, I
know the funeral director quite well. I’ve done some uh...business with him in the past.”
Yugi nodded his head as he cuddled against Bakura’s chest. “Thank you, Bakura.”
Bakura brushed his hand over Yugi’s hair and kissed the top of his head. “When you wake up
it’ll be a new day, offering you a fresh perspective on the situation.”
“M’hm” Yugi sighed softly, closing his eyes.
Bakura laid there holding Yugi in his arms until Yugi was sound asleep. Once he was sure the
Pharaoh’s hikari was out cold, he quietly slipped out of bed. He grabbed his jacket off the sofa
and quickly headed out of the apartment down to Yugi’s car.

            “Wow...that was...wow...just..wow..” Marik drooled as he fell back in his chair, his body
completely exhausted.
Yami grinned as he cleaned off the mess he’d left on Marik’s stomach with a tissue. “I’m glad
you enjoyed yourself. Don’t tell me you’re going to fall asleep on me now, hot stuff.”
Marik closed his eyes. “Quit talking like a smart ass, oh great King Shit of Fuck Mountain. I’m
so spent I can barely move. Mind taking this handcuff off now?”
Yami tossed dirty tissue into the wastepaper basket and chuckled. “Of course...right after I’m
dressed.”
Malik pulled up his jeans and smiled at Ryou, who was still catching his breath while bent over
the table. “You going to be awake when our shift starts?” He asked, glancing at the clock.
“Uhh...I don’t think so.” Ryou answered, half falling asleep.
Malik pulled on his shirt and yawned. “Me either...”
Yami he pulled up his pants and walked over by Malik. “It was a pleasure doing business with
you tonight, Malik.”
“Same to you.” Malik answered, glancing over at Marik. “Holy shit, he’s out cold! What did you
do to him?”
Yami looked at Ryou and laughed. “I should ask you the same thing.”
Malik grabbed the Polaroid camera off the desk and chuckled. “I think we need a picture.”
Yami nodded his head as he walked over back by Marik, who was sound asleep and handcuffed
to the chair totally naked. “Most definitely.”
“Strike a pose!” Malik chuckled, focusing the camera on Marik.
“Like this?” Yami smirked, winding his arms around Marik and pretending to stick his tongue in
his ear.
Malik clicked a couple pictures, Yami posing differently each time. “OH yeah, work it Pharaoh!
Have you ever considered doing the professionally?”
“Ha, right...that’s highly unlikely.” Yami laughed as he took the camera from Malik. “If anybody
belongs in front of a camera, it’s you Malik.”

            Bakura closed the car door and tossed his cigarette in the slush on the street. The sun was
starting to come up, but it was still dark because of clouds covering the sunrise. He hurried
through the alleyway and into the building, kicking the door shut behind him. “It smells like
fuck, what went on here tonight?” He asked the moment he was inside.
Yami and Malik set down the chocolate pudding cups they were eating and held their hands up
innocently.
“Uhh...nothing?” Malik answered, picking up the pictures he and Yami had taken earlier.
Bakura rolled his eyes. “Yeah. Right. Like I’m going to fall for that. ” He walked up to Malik
and held out his hand. “Hand them over, Tinker Bell.”
Malik reluctantly handed the pictures over.
  “Oh gods.” Bakura snickered as he looked over the pictures. “These have to go up on the wall.”
“Where’s Yugi?” Yami asked while Bakura tacked up the pictures.
“He’s at my place sleeping. Oh, by the way, you both will be staying with us until the funeral.”
“Um..okay,” Yami nodded. “Why though?”
“Figure it out, stupid Pharaoh.” Bakura scoffed as he looked over the pictures on the Wall of
Shame.
Yami narrowed his eyes, but didn’t say anything.
“Any idea what he’s going to do with the shop now that the old man is dead?” Malik asked Yami
curiously as he lit up a cigarette.
“No idea,” Yami answered, “but I’m sure we’ll figure something out.”
“I need a fucking drink.” Bakura yawned, absently fiddling around with the pointers on the
Millennium Ring.
“Well there’s that wine you bought tonight.” Malik reminded Bakura as he took a small drag of
his cigarette.
Bakura shifted his eyes over to Malik. “What the hell is that?” He asked, pointing at Malik’s
cigarette.
“What does it look like?” Malik asked him sarcastically.
Bakura snickered, ignoring Malik’s rudeness. He pulled his own cigarettes out of his jacket and
tapped one out. “Malik, I need you to do me a favor; go grab me the phone book.”
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Hey everyone! I had such a great weekend! I wrote half this chapter during church yesterday
because they were baptizing people and it was SO fucking boring. (Way too much drama,
geesh!) Yaoi must be okay in the eyes of God because no big nasty lightening bolts shot down
and burned my ass. *smirk*
Let’s see now...Hmm.. Well, I guess I can give you a peek-a-view of the next chapter, but ya know you'll have to leave me a review if you want me to post it. *snicker*
The next chapter will be at dumb fuck’s funeral. Ryou’s going to rape Bakura, (for some strange
reason) and Marik’s handing out “Pit Crue” t-shirts. It ought to be a hell of a time. See ya than! (ooh, and have fun cracking open those stupid MasterLocks! *wink*
*smooches*
~MI77
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