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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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Chapter List
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Necronymphogenic

            Sitting in for the day shift was not their scene, and it didn’t take Bakura, Marik, and
Yami long to realize it. They were tired, grouchy, and just wanted it to end. Bakura had his
hands full with calling around making funeral arrangements for Sugoroku, so he didn’t give two
shits as to what Marik and Yami did to amuse themselves as the hours passed.
While Marik entertained himself by throwing things around the studio, Yami occupied his time
by reading the newspaper and dodging random things thrown at him by Marik. It had been a
rather dull day to say the least. Aside from a few lewd wisecracks and a few raunchy songs, they
played it cool over the airwaves. (After all, this WAS the day shift, they had to behave to some
degree.) It was now nearing the time for them to hand the microphone over to Jounouchi, who
had agreed over the phone earlier that day to take Marik and Bakura’s usual shift.
“Who brought the brownies?” Marik asked curiously, lifting the aluminum foil off one corner of
a rectangular glass baking dish, taking a peek inside.
“How the hell should I know?” Bakura answered coldly, not even bothering to look up from the
notebook he was writing in.
“Bite me, bat-head.” Marik responded sarcastically, yanking off the shiny foil. He crumpled the
foil up into a little ball and whipped it at Yami’s head. “Hey Pharaoh, think fast!”
Yami groaned as he swatted at the little ball with the newspaper, hitting it and sending it back at
Marik. “Knock it off, Marik. Why must you keep throwing things around?”
“Because I fucking feel like it.” Marik smirked as he grabbed himself a brownie and sat back
down behind the desk.
Yami rolled his eyes and went back to reading the newspaper. “You have the mind of a child,
why do I put up with you again?”
Bakura glared sharply, switching his microphone on. “Both of you, shut up. We’re on the air in
3...2...1..”
Marik put on his headphones and stuck his tongue out at Yami.
Yami rolled his eyes again at Marik’s childish response. He calmly crossed his legs and
continued reading the newspaper.
“Geesh, somebody is cranky today. What bit you in the ass, huh?” Bakura smirked at Yami,
speaking clearly into the microphone in front of him.
Marik cracked a sly grin and waved his hand. “That would be me.”
“That’s just what I wanted to picture. Thanks a lot, dickwad.”
“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.” Marik chuckled, winking at the Pharaoh.
“Yeah, right, like I’d want a mouth full of your little puzzle-piece. I’d rather blow a horse.”
Bakura retorted.
“At least you’re honest about your sexual preferences.” Yami answered dryly from behind the
pages of the Domino Sun.
Bakura narrowed his eyes. “Ishtar, I believe you left your rod up somebody’s ass again.”
Marik burst into laughter, slapping his hand on his thigh.
“Well that was certainly clever.” Yami sighed.
“Bend over and I’ll give you something fucking clever.” Bakura shot back, grabbing his crotch
lewdly.
Yami nonchalantly folded the newspaper shut and rolled it into a tube, slapping it against his
palm. “You know Bakura, you’re the only guy I know who could make love to a Cheerio...and
not break it.”
Marik burst out laughing, nearly choking on his brownie. “Ooh, bitch-fight! I need my camera!”
He watched with eager eyes as Bakura exchanged nasty looks with his life-long foe.
“Is that so now?” Bakura asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Because that’s not what
your little aibou says.”
Yami raised an eyebrow. “Hmm, that’s interesting. Honestly, I think he just doesn’t want to hurt
your feelings.”
“You’re just jealous.” Bakura replied, chucking his pen at Yami’s head.
“I doubt that. I’ve seen you naked, Bakura. You can’t fool me.”Yami smirked, catching the pen
before it hit him.
“I don’t mean to pop that inflated ego of your’s, but I’ve seen you too, shrimp. I’m not very
intimidated by the competition either, to say the least.”

            Malik slammed the door shut behind him. He growled under his breath as he followed
Ryou through the livingroom. “You know Ryou, you’re really beginning to piss me off. I swear,
every time I turn around, you and Bakura are crawling all over each other. What am I suppose to
think here, huh?”
Ryou turned around slowly and looked at Malik square in the face. He gulped as he gazed into
the depths of his angry lover’s eyes. He knew Malik was upset. This was the first Malik had even
spoken to him since they’d left the radio station. Ryou swallowed hard. “I’m sorry, Malik...I..”
Malik narrowed his eyes and placed his hands on his hips. “Sorry about what, huh? Sorry that
we’re together, or sorry I walked in on you fucking Bakura? I told you before, Ryou, I’m not
willing to take second to your stupid yami! Do you know how bad it hurts me when I hear you
telling him you love him? I can’t get it out of my head! GAH! Maybe we shouldn’t even be
together, maybe we should both stop wasting each other’s time!”
Ryou bit his lower lip as his eyes glassed over with tears. “Malik...no..that’s not what I want...I
lov-”
Malik’s finger trembled as he pointed it in Ryou’s face. “You don’t know what you want! Tell
you what though, I’m going to make your decision easy, I’m leaving!”
Ryou burst into tears as Malik took off towards their bedroom. “Malik, no, wait! Please don’t
leave! We can make this work, I swear!” He cried hard, following Malik around the room.
“Just get away from me. I need time to think.” Malik growled, swatting Ryou away, knocking
him back onto the bed.
Ryou’s lower lip trembled and tears streamed down his cheeks as he watched Malik throw some
of his belongings into a bag. He sat on the bed hugging his knees to his chest. “Please Malik,
don’t go...please...I can fix things, I know I can. I love you...please, don’t leave me.” He sobbed
as he watched his lover pack.
“I see how you look at each other, I’m not stupid.” Malik grumbled. He walked to the door,
unable to look at Ryou and took a deep breath. “I’ll see you around.” He sighed as he walked
out.
Ryou shook his head in disbelief as he watched Malik leave. “Please Malik...don’t do this..” He
wept, staring at the empty doorway. He cried even harder when he heard the front door slam
shut. Ryou rolled over and buried his face in Malik’s pillow, soaking it with his tears. (Okay
everybody, all at once now, ‘Awwwww...’)
“What’s going on?” Yugi asked in a hoarse voice as he walked into the room.
“I think Malik just broke up with me.” Ryou sniffled, trying to hold back the tears.
Yugi was a little shocked. He’d picked up on the vibe that things weren’t perfect between Malik
and Ryou, but he didn’t suspect things had escalated so far. He sat down on the edge of Ryou’s
bed and put his hand on Ryou’s shoulder. “Was it because of what happened at the studio today?
With your yami?”
Ryou nodded his head, wiping his eyes with his hand. “That’s what started it. He thinks I don’t
care about him, but he’s dead wrong. I tried to tell Bakura no, but you know how Bakura is.”
“M’hm,” Yugi nodded in agreement. “Put out or get out.”
Ryou took a deep breath. “I just don’t know what to think right now.”
“I know the feeling.” Yugi nodded, still feeling the grief of losing his grandfather.

            Bakura plugged his ear as he spoke over the phone to the person on the other end. He
absently tapped his pencil along with the beat of “Living Dead Girl” by Rob Zombie. “Flowers?
FLOWERS! How the fuck should I know? I’m a thief, not a fucking florist!” He blurted out in
frustration, rolling his eyes. “Argh, just send whatever, I don’t really care.”
“You know Pharaoh, you look awfully sexy in this picture.” Marik grinned, passing a Polaroid
picture over to Yami.
Yami chuckled, looking at the photograph of himself. “You look good in this picture, but not
me.”
Marik rested his elbow on the desk and propped his chin up with his hand, eyeing Yami like a
virgin duelist. “Feel like posing for another?” He asked, a glint of mischief sparkling in his dark
eyes.
“Ehm..why?” Yami asked curiously, suspicious of the Egyptian’s motive.
“You want to, you know you do.” Marik replied, smiling in a demonically sexy way.
Yami thought about it for a minute. “Well, I suppose. But first, what exactly do you have in
mind?”
Marik grabbed his black baseball cap off the desk and pulled it on his head backwards, making
him look a lot like one of those greezy amateur camera guys who films the money shots on porn
flicks. “Just get out of those clothes and you’ll find out.” Marik grinned as he took the
microphone. “Well would you look at that? It’s almost time for us to call it quits for the day, and
not a single one of you assholes out there have even bothered to call us today. What the hell,
huh? Do you little bitchpie’s only call when we’re giving things away? If that’s the case, than
how about the 12^th caller wins their picture taken with the Pharaoh; and you can dress him up
anyway you choose.”
            Ryou grabbed two spoons out of the silverware drawer, while Yugi pulled the ice cream
out of the freezer.
“So did Malik actually say specifically he was breaking up with you?” Yugi asked as he closed
the freezer door.
“Well, not specifically. He said he needed time to think.” Ryou answered, grabbing two bowls
from the drying rack next to the sink. “But he packed up a bunch of his belongings, and he
couldn’t even as much as look at me when he left.”
Yugi shook his head as he set the ice cream on the table. “I don’t know, Ryou. I wouldn’t jump
to conclusions just yet, especially since he said ‘see you around.’ when he left. It sounds more to
me like he’s more confused than you are.”
Ryou scooped some ice cream into their bowls . “Hmm... maybe. Only time will tell though, I
suppose.” He sighed, handing Yugi a spoon.
“I think he’ll be back.” Yugi smiled at his friend.
After putting the ice cream back in the freezer, they went into the living-room to chill out, listen
to music and eat their ice cream while they waited for Bakura, Yami, and Marik to get home.
Even though they both were feeling down in the dumps, at least they had each other to talk to.
Their conversation quickly changed gears after listening to Bakura and Marik talking on the
radio.
“So remember; this coming Friday, you can come down to the WITM studios and have your
picture taken with the King of Games for the small fee of one rare card.” Marik announced.
“Or a Millennium Item, preferably a Millennium Item...or a ping-pong paddle.” Bakura added.
“A PING PONG PADDLE? What the hell for?” Marik asked, laughing at Bakura’s response.
“I guess you’ll have to just wait and see.” Bakura snickered.
“Are you two ever gonna shut up and get the hell out of here?” Jounouchi asked, making his
presence known.
“Oh my god! They’re pimping out the Pharaoh! What will they think of next?” Yugi chuckled as
he stuck his spoon into the ice cream.
“Do we really want to know?” Ryou asked, licking ice cream off of his spoon. “Hey, do you feel
like dueling?”
Yugi shrugged his shoulders. “Sure, sounds like a good way to pass the time. I’ll go get my
deck.”

            Ryou and Yugi dueled until the three yami’s returned home. As usual, all three walked in
the door bickering.
“Go get a tape measurer, I’ll prove it!” Bakura snarled, glaring at Yami.
Yami rolled his eyes and walked away, taking a second to smile at Yugi before heading down
the hall to retrieve the tape measurer.
Bakura stepped over the coffee table and plopped down on the sofa in between Yugi and Ryou,
putting his arms around them both. “I made all the arrangements for your grandfather’s funeral.
The wake is from 10-5 tomorrow, than fat old bastard’s corpse gets dumped in the ground. After
that we’re having a party. I gave Yami all the details, so he can fill you in.” He said to Yugi.
Bakura’s choice of words may have seemed cold and uncaring, but Yugi was used to it. He knew
that was just the way Bakura talked.
“Uh...Where’s Malik?” Marik asked, lifting up the corner of one of the rugs and looking
underneath it.
Ryou bit his lip and got up off the sofa, than bolted to his bedroom, surprising Bakura and
Marik.
“Did I say something wrong?” Marik asked, taking the seat where Ryou had been sitting.
“You dolt.” Bakura growled, smacking Marik upside the head. “What’d you do that for?”
Marik held his hand up in front of him. “I only asked where Malik is, what’s wrong with that?”
Yugi tried to slip away quietly, but Bakura grabbed him by the back of his shirt and yanked him
back on the sofa. “Okay, something’s up. What happened here tonight?”
“Malik and Ryou had a fight.” Yugi answered quietly,
“About what?” Bakura asked.
“Uh...well..you actually.” Yugi replied, looking a little scared.
Bakura looked a bit stunned. “Me? Why?”
“You should really be asking Ryou, not me.” Yugi replied, gathering his duel monsters cards up
off the coffee table.
“Hm, okay than.” Bakura answered as he got up to go check on Ryou. He marched directly into
Ryou’s room, slamming the door behind him. He wanted some answers. He found his hikari
laying face-down on the bed with a pillow over his head. Bakura growled and gnashed his teeth
together as he sat next to him, snatching the pillow off his head and tossing it at the adjacent
wall. “Okay, what the fuck is going on? Yugi said you and Malik had a fight, and that it was
about me.”
Ryou swallowed hard as he turned to look up at Bakura. “Malik...left me.” Tears began to spill
down Ryou’s cheeks.
Bakura’s eyes glowed with rage. “He WHAT!?!”

             “Ah, yeah, this is the life. So Yugi, now that the old man is dead, what are you going to
do about the game shop?” Marik asked casually as he sat down to enjoy a nice cold after work
beer.
“I’m not really sure, I don’t really want to sell it or anything.” Yugi answered. He grabbed a
pillow and hugged it against his chest. “Hey, why is Yami looking for the tape measurer?”
Marik took a drink of his beer and grinned at Yugi. “He and Bakura made a little wager on the
way home. Anyway, where the hell did Malik take off to? I got some pretty bad vibes off of
Ryou before.”
“They had fight, Malik didn’t say where he was going either.”
The sound of a door slamming shut rattled the walls as Yugi finished his sentence. Bakura
stormed through the living-room, only stopping long enough to grab his leather duster before
leaving in a huff.
Marik set down his beer and looked over at Yugi. “Holy shit, what the hell is that all about?”
“Nothing good, I’m sure. You better follow him, I’ll go talk to Ryou.”
“Right” Marik answered, grabbing his jacket.

            Bakura stalked the streets in search of Malik. It was only by a stroke of good luck that he
found him. Bakura had ran out of cigarettes so he stopped to buy another pack at the
convenience store, where he found the Egyptian using the pay phone.
“Hey, what the fuck!” Bakura snarled viciously, yanking Malik back by his hair.
Malik gasped as his head was unexpectedly snapped back sharply. “What the-”
***SMACK!***
Bakura didn’t even give Malik the chance to finish his sentence before he spun him around
punched him in the face.
Malik didn’t stand a chance. He flew back and hit the pavement, blood gushing from his nose.
Bakura jumped on top of him and punched him in the face again, bouncing his head off the
concrete.
Malik barely had time to think, but he was still coherent enough to know he hand to defend
himself. He covered his face with his arms and brought his knee up as hard as he could, catching
Bakura between the legs...luckily. While Bakura was momentarily overwhelmed by the sharp
pain in his groin, Malik scrambled to get out from under him.
“Fucken...hell....damn you!” Bakura winced.
Malik’s eyes filled with tears as blood gushed from his nostrils. He made an attempt to crawl
away, but his attempt was in vein.
Bakura caught Malik’ by his ankle and pulled hard, causing Malik to fall flat on his face. He
lunged forward and fell on top of Malik, knocking him to the cold pavement. “You asked for
trouble, now you’ve got it.” Bakura hissed in Malik’s ear.
“Let me go!” Malik snarled, trying to wiggle away.
“Not likely!” Bakura growled as he flipped Malik over onto his back, pinning him down to the
ground. He glared devilishly as he locked eyes with Malik.
“Please, stop...enough, I give!” Malik’s body went limp. He whimpered softly, turning his
bloody face away.
Bakura breathed heavily as he looked down at Malik, reveling in the damage he’d done to the
Egyptian’s face. Fresh blood ran down Malik’s cheeks and into his hair, staining everything in its
wake red. “You make me sick, you pathetic brat.
Malik’s lower lip quivered. He could see in the yami’s eyes that he meant serious business.
Bakura narrowed his eyes. He wasn’t playing games. He wasn’t about to put up with Malik’s
self-righteous bullshit act. “You’ve got some nerve, you smug fuck. What do you think gives you
the right to walk out on Ryou like that? Huh? You know he’s a fucking pussy! You’re so fucking
conceited.”
Malik swallowed hard. He knew if he said the wrong thing Bakura would blast him into the
afterlife, no questions asked. The dark rage spelled out on the tomb-robber’s face was enough to
make Malik submit. “Fine...just stop hurting me.”
Bakura grabbed Malik by the collar of his jacket and jerked him up. There faces were almost
touching. Bakura glared evilly as he pulled a butterfly knife out of his pocket and opened it with
a quick flick of his wrist. He pressed the cool blade against Malik’s exposed throat. “You realize
I could slit your fucking throat right now, don’t you? I could rid Ryou and myself of you in the
blink of an eye.” He snarled, spitting out his words of warning.
Malik whimpered, he could still feel blood gushing out from his nose. He could only imagine
how pathetic he looked right now, trembling under the powerful yami’s blade. He could feel the
tomb robber’s warm breath on his lips, clashing with the cold night air. Malik closed his eyes to
avoid Bakura’s evil gaze.
Bakura brushed the side of his thumb across Malik’s bloody lower lip. “Are you scared?” He
asked, grinning like a snake as he sucked the Egyptian’s blood off his thumb.
Malik’s heart was beating so fast he felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. This just
wasn’t his day...
“Any last requests before I slit that pretty neck of your’s, runt?” Bakura taunted, drawing his
razor sharp blade lightly across Malik’s neck, splitting the first layer of skin. He chuckled evilly
as he sensed the fear emanating off of Malik. He couldn’t help but be turned on by the sight of
Malik’s blood seeping from the gash. He just had to have a little taste...
Malik took a deep breath as Bakura’s warm lips touched his skin. If this was going to be his end,
he was going to make his last words count. “Please t-tell Ryou...that I l-love him.” He answered
shakily, squeezing his eyes tightly shut, expecting more pain. He waited for the blade to sink
into his throat.
He waited...and waited...and waited, but nothing happened.
Malik curiously opened one eye just a slit, enough to see the Bakura staring down at him.
“Well?” Malik asked, wondering why the hell Bakura had suddenly stopped. (Not that he was
disappointed or anything though. He preferred his neck intact with his body anyway.)
Bakura slowly lowered his lips onto Malik’s, hitting him with a powerful unexpected kiss. The
tomb robber forced his tongue into Malik’s mouth, lapping and probing Malik’s moist cavern.
Malik froze. He felt Bakura’s hands cupping his cheeks, and heard the knife drop somewhere
next to his head.
Bakura began to grind their hips together, rocking their bodies with just enough friction to
arouse himself.
Malik didn’t know what to think. Why was Bakura doing this? Why wasn’t he carrying out his
threat? Or was Bakura just completely insane? Question after question went through Malik’s
mind while Bakura licked and kissed every last drop of blood from his face.
Once Malik’s face was clean, Bakura slowly pulled his face away. He looked in Malik’s eyes,
and for a split second, it was as if they could read each other’s minds. Neither one understood
what the hell was going on, but it felt damn good, leaving them craving more.
“Go home, Malik.” Bakura instructed the bewildered Egyptian as he stole a quick nip at his jaw.
Malik remained silent, nodding his head as Bakura crawled off of him. He sat up slowly, keeping
a suspicious eye on Bakura as he got to his feet. He walked over to his motorcycle and picked up
his helmet. “Need a ride?” He offered politely, forcing a weak smile.
Bakura picked up his knife and looked at Malik. He noticed Malik’s nose was still bleeding, so
he took off his coat and ripped off one of the sleeves of his t-shirt and handed it to Malik. “Here,
you’re still bleeding.”
“Thanks,” Malik nodded, “Would you mind driving? My head feels a little fuzzy yet.”
Bakura pulled his jacket back and got on Malik’s motorcycle. “Of course.” He answered, “hop
on.”
Together, Bakura and Malik headed home, neither understanding what the hell had just
happened. (Refer to the video, “When Muses Get Drunk pt 6- Spring Break Fort Lauderdale
1989" for explanation. Say what?!?0.o!)

Bakura’s POV
            I walked up to the apartment first, followed closely by Malik. His nose finally stopped
bleeding I see, but he’s got a hell of a black eye. Heh, I must have clocked him pretty good. He
was asking for it though, so he can live with the consequences. Well, we’re at the door. Malik
seems rather uneasy. I wonder if it’s because he feels like a giant ass for throwing a tantrum
earlier, or because sporting some serious wood. I never knew he felt that way about me, I’m
touched. --Hn, right. Sorry Malik, I’m too tired tonight. Kicking your ass took a lot out of me.
“You ready?” I asked, purposely glancing down at Malik’s crotch. I love his reaction. A cute
little glare, much like Ryou’s. He thinks he looks scary, but I beg to differ. I think it’s quite
amusing. Heh, nice eye you got there, kid. I like how the dark purple blends with the red. It’s
quite attractive, really. Marik’s going to love it. Well, ready or not, here we go. Time to face the
music, so to say. I wonder how Malik’s going to explain himself. This should be interesting.
            Yugi and Yami are sitting on the sofa watching some late night television, while Ryou’s
on his hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor like a madman. Ooh..nice view.
“Bakura, Malik! You’re back!” Yugi squealed, almost piercing my poor ears. I don’t mind that
high pitch squawking while he’s riding out the highs of pure ecstacy on top of me , but it’s
irritating as fuck otherwise. I think I’ll just ignore him and focus on Ryou. He’s so engrossed in
scrubbing the floor, he didn’t even hear Yugi announcing our arrival. That’s right, hikari...a little
more to the left.
“Is Marik with you?” Yami asked. Him and his pompous demeanor, Pshh. Having him staying
here for a few days is going to really test my patience. I’ll just let Malik deal with Yugi and the
Pharaoh, I’m going to go scare Ryou. This is going to be fun. He spooks so easily.
“BOO!” I exclaimed, poking Ryou’s shoulder. HAHA! Yes! Mission accomplished! I got the petrified scream
I was looking for! Oh my, that look! Is that a sassy face? What? That wasn’t very nice?
“You think I don’t know that?” No shit I intended to scare you. It’s my duty as your guardian
angel...sent from Hell.
What the hell? He just swatted me in the arm! Oh Ra, he hits like a cream puff. That is definitely
something we’ll have to work on. Toughening him up will have to wait though, there are other
matters at hand.
“I brought you a present home and than you go and slap me. That’s not very nice either, ingrate.”
That ought to get him. Guilt trips are a specialty of mine, one of the many free services I offer.
Insults and sarcasm are also free, redeemable at any time.
“Present?” Ryou asked, looking curious. That got his attention. Hikari’s are suckers for gifts.
I point toward Malik. “Yes, a present. The wrapping is a little bit fucked up, but I think you’ll
like what’s inside.” Ryou’s eyes fill with tears when spots Malik standing in the living-room. He
rushes over to him in the blink of an eye. He is such a puss, ugh, make it stop. I think I’ll just slip
away quietly now and let those two get reacquainted. They’re already kissing, so I know they’ll
be heading to bed for some of that fluffy make-up sex shit. At least somebody’s getting laid
tonight though. From the looks of it, the Pharaoh’s going to be entertaining Yugi, so that blows
my chances of getting any...unless Marik gets back soon. I wonder where that bastard is? Ack,
who the fuck cares. I’d rather kick back with my Warlock and play some Black Sabbath anyway.
I could go for a few beers too, kicking ass makes a guy thirsty. I turn on my stereo and settle
back on my bed with my guitar. "Kill 'em All," great cd. Shit, knock on my bedroom door. It’s Ryou, and Malik’s with
him. I suppose I should find out what they want. I wish they would just bugger off.
“Need something?” Might as well get to the point of this little visit.
Ryou sits on the bed next to me, and Malik sits on my other side. Oh great, they’re surrounding
me. Is this an ambush?
Ryou takes my hand. “We need to talk.” He says, giving me those damned puppy eyes. Oh
great, he wants to share his stupid feelings. I’m sorry hikari, but sharing feelings is not one of my
free services, it’s going to cost you. I’ll start by sporking out those irresistible big brown eyes.
Hold on. Say that again? You AND Malik want to give me something? Just what exactly are you
intending to give me? Is this a joke?
You want to make..love to me? Oh hell no, I don’t think so. I fuck, I do not ‘make love.’ Making
love is for sissies, not tomb-robbers. I’ve got expectations to live up to. I’m the King of Thieves,
not some bloody fucking Cassanova.
Hold on, you want me to lay back and close my eyes? Are you going to try and kill me or
something? I wouldn’t put it past these two. The Pharaoh probably put them up to this. He
probably promised them candy and duel monsters cards in exchange for my skinned hide. Oh
Hell, I’m too tired to resist them though.
“Trust us.” Malik says, like I’m actually going to believe him. I don’t trust either of them,
considering past events. But fuck, closing my eyes sure sounds nice. I’m pretty beat.
Uhh...Ryou? What are you doing? You shouldn’t be touching that, it tends to have a mind of it’s
own. I’m serious, you’ll probably regret going there. OH gods, see what you’re doing to me?
Malik, what the hell? You too now? Come on, hands off the merchandise! What you’re doing, it
feels so...good. This has to stop, I can’t let them do this to me. Can I? Bloody hell, who the fuck
cares.
I laid back on my bed, stacking my hands behind my head, my spiky white hair fanning out over
the pillow. I watch with curious eyes as Ryou and Malik completely undress me. Yes, socks too.
All I’m left wearing is the bracelets around my wrists and the rings around my fingers.
“Only fuck knows why I’m letting you do this.” I chuckle as Ryou and Malik’s tongues flick
over my nipples.
While Ryou licked his way up to my neck, Malik licked his way down my stomach .
“Enjoying yourself, yami?” Ryou asked, picking his head up and looking at me. Gods, those
eyes! They get me every time. The pupils of his eyes are like miniature black holes that suck me
in to them. I never should have looked at him, because now I’m trapped. Oh gods, I don’t know!
Sure what they’re doing to me feels fucking great, but seriously, isn’t this suppose to be the other
way around; darkness dominating light? Ryou and Malik are breaking all the rules here, this
isn’t how it goes! Malik’s mouth isn’t suppose to feel so hot, and Ryou shouldn’t be looking at
me like that.
“Yes...” I moan quietly, trying to blink away the gravitational force coming from my hikari’s
eyes. OH gods, did I just fucking say that? Someone hand me a spoon, I can’t believe I’m eating
this fluff up. GAG! I’m letting them, what the hell is wrong with me? Oh yeah, I’m over-tired.
Ryou leans over and kisses me. His lips are soft and warm.
“Mmm..” I moan into his mouth, my tongue begging entrance beyond my lips.
Ryou parts his lips, greeting my tongue with his own, fighting for control of the kiss. Well this is
certainly a new concept. I’m not intimidated by the competition though. I might be low on
energy, but that doesn’t mean I can’t show this kid what kissing is all about. A little nip should
put him in his place.
“Oh gods, Malik...” That snakey little Egyptian just swallowed down my entire length, holy shit,
that feels amazing. Marik taught this kid good, oh my gods...what a mouth! So hot...
Shit.
There goes my control of my kiss with Ryou. What, are we playing tonsil hockey or something?
Malik suddenly pulled his mouth off of me. Did I just whimper? No, I couldn’t have, it had to be
Ryou. I would never do such a thing.
“Hand me a pillow.” Malik grinned at Ryou.
Ryou padded around for a pillow, not breaking our mouths apart at all. He slid the pillow down
to Malik, the intensity of his mouth never fluctuating. I never knew he was such an amazing
kisser. Hmm...I guess I never cared enough to find out.
Malik hoists my hips up and slides the pillow under my ass. The slick material is cool and
smooth, feels pretty nice against bare skin. I’m glad I opted for the satin pillowcases now. The
only reason I stole them was because they were the most expensive. They fit perfectly into the
inner pocket of my leather jacket too. The inside pocket has a big tear in it, making it easier to
stash things in the lining.
Uh, what the hell? Ryou? Please explain why you’ve handcuffed me to my own bed? I’m not
going anywhere... Uhh..
Shit. I can’t slip it, he put it on too tight. Oh well, at least I have one arm free. I can use it to slap
myself for not fighting this.
Suddenly I feel a slicked finger slip into my body. I instantly tense up. Not because of pain, no, I
like the pain, but to give Malik more of a challenge. I’m still suspicious of the brat, but you
know the old saying: Keep your friends close, and your enemies even closer. If Ryou really loves
this punk and wants to share a life with him, I’ll need to keep the upper hand.
Now I feel two fingers probing deep inside of me. I open my eyes and see both Malik and Ryou
pressing into my heat. Holy shit, yeah...they’re actually pretty good at this. Keep it coming, boys.
Ryou wraps his warm hand around my length, stroking it slowly. I’m getting so hard from this, what the hell.
“Yes..touch me...” I moan, urging them on. I buck up into Ryou’s grip, which only forces their
fingers deeper inside of my body. They feel so fucking good... a mix of pleasure and pain.
“Is my yami going to cum for me?” Ryou asked sweetly, his voice deep and demure, yet soft and
kind at the same time. I just might cum on the spot if he looks at me with those eyes again.
Gazing into them, I see a desert flower, sparkling in the morning rain; a child of light, in a world of pain.
Give me the pain, hikari.. I want to cum, I’m so close now...*gulp* Oh gods, which one of you
did that? Those fingers, probing deep inside of me. Malik, Ryou...why are you torturing me like
this?
I begin to thrust up into Ryou’s firm grip, but he pushes my hips back down. What the fuck?
“No yami, not yet.” He says to me. What a little brat. Does he expect me to hold back just
because he says so? Heh, I don’t think so.
Shit, hands pinning my shoulders to the bed. Ryou’s lithe form hovering over me.
What? You’re going to..take me? Okay. Time to do some quick thinking. I’m not really in any
position to fight him off, but let’s be honest here, my cock is so hard right now that it hurts. I
need to cum.
“Than do it.” I smirk, urging him on.
“Close you’re eyes.” He tells me, tracing his fingers lightly down my over my eyelids. I feel
Malik withdraw his finger, but it’s quickly replaced by something much larger. I moan as Ryou’s
manhood presses deep into my tight heat. He slowly begins to move in and out, brushing over
my prostate, sending my entire body into a whole other realm.
“Fuck me hard.” I pant as Ryou’s long strokes grow faster. Give me every inch, hikari, make me
bleed...can you do that for me? Give me the pain. I like it. I deserve it...just like Malik did.
“That’s right, HARDER!” I snarl, grabbing his hip with my free hand.
Ryou reaches down and strokes my hard on in rhythm with his thrusts, my gods...this kid knows
how to fuck! Or wait...he said he’s making love to me. Ack, who cares what he’s doing, I just
want to come. I’m so close...so close..
“Oh gods.....gonna-”
“Oh no you aren’t!” Ryou chuckles as he squeezes his hand around my cock, just under the
swollen head. “You need to promise me something first.”
What is it! Tell me! I need to come Ryou, please...let me come. My cock feels like it’s going to
split into two, please let me come for you...
Ryou tells me what I have to agree to through our mind-link, and I can’t tell him no. If I don’t
cum, I’m going to explode.
“Yes! I’ll do whatever, just let me come. Ryou, let me come. I need to...now.” I’m going to
regret saying that, I just know it. Oh my gods though...I’m cumming so hard. Feels so good...
//Thank you// I whisper through our mind-link as my hips twitch under Ryou’s weight. Oh my,
look at the mess I made on myself. I didn’t really feel like showering tonight, but I’ll have to
now, unless I want to sleep with cum smeared all over my chest.
Ryou suddenly starts to slam into me, releasing into my body. Once he’s spent, he falls back into
Malik’s arms, and they began kissing each other. I take the time to catch my breath and regain
my composure, to some extent. I was tired going into this, but now I’m completely drained.
Screw taking a shower, I can barely open my eyes. Suddenly, I feel two tongues lapping at the
fluid still on my chest. All I can do is chuckle softly. I guess I don’t need a shower after all.
Thanks, boys. I’m so tired now...must sleep
I feel Ryou remove the handcuff from my wrist and snuggle up against me. Malik’s arm is
draped over us both. I guess they’re planning on spending the night in my bed. Oh well, I guess I
can allow this. I’m too tired to kick them out.

Normal POV
            Bakura woke up the next morning and found Ryou staring down at him.
“What.” He asked, clearing his throat.
“Do you remember last night?” Ryou smiled, brushing Bakura’s bangs out of his eyes.
Bakura was still half asleep, so nothing was really clear yet. “Huh?”
Ryou traced Bakura’s lower lip with his finger. He grinned as he leaned over and kissed the tip
of Bakura’s nose. "You promised me anything if only I'd let you cum. Do you remember what I
asked for?"
"Oh gods."
"Say the words, yami."
"I promised you another night together."
"And?"
Bakura groaned as his memory began to grow clearer.
"You promised me you wouldn't be drunk-" Ryou reminded him, nipping at his yami’s jaw.
Bakura sighed in defeat as his memory grew quite clear. “-and that I'd do as you asked, without
bitching. Grrr...damn my big mouth.”
“Bingo!” Ryou exclaimed, bouncing off the bed. “Now go make me some pancakes!”
Bakura rubbed his eyes and groaned. ‘Great, what have I gotten myself into now.’
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