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Hellraisers	By : MarikIshtar77 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10808 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The Wager for Sin is......
            No matter how hard he tried, Marik couldn’t seem to shift his attention off of Bakura.
The former tomb robber was out cold. The only movement his body made came from his
breathing, otherwise he was completely still. He’d passed out laying on his stomach, one arm
under his cheek, his other tucked underneath him.
“So... fucking... sexy” Marik purred, watching Bakura take in a breath.
Marik got up out of the chair he was relaxing in and kneeled next to the sofa. He reached over
and ran his fingers lightly through Bakura’s disheveled hair. His long, dark fingers traced the
silvery spikes tenderly.
//Yami.Yami.Yami// Marik thought to himself in hopes to keep his mind within the realm of
reality.
Bakura’s hand twitched slightly as Marik’s digits ran though his hair. Marik forced himself to
pull his hand away. He wasn’t trying to wake Bakura up, he just wanted to look at him and
imagine the fun they could have together.
//I wish I could have you both...// Marik thought to himself as his hands found their way back to
Bakura.
He rested his cheek ast tst the sofa cushion and closed his eyes. He hadn’t slept in a few days,
and it finally caught up with him. Within moments he was pulled into his dreams.
(Marik’s dream told from his POV)
            I’m laying on Bakura’s bed and looking up at him. He’s sitting next to me, and
he’s.....naked? Holy hells, I’m naked too! What the fuck?!?
“I’ve been thinking, Ishtar...” Bakura says with his lips pressed around a cigarette.
“About what?” I ask him curiously as lay there with my hands behind my head.
Bakura suddenly throws himself on top of me and is holding my wrists down behind my head.
“About sex.” the slick thief growls as he snuffed his cigarette out and forces his lips onto mine.
He tastes a lot like a Camel* wide.
Bakura forces his tongue into my mouth, prodding at my tongue to liven up. He rakes his
fingernails down my forearms and digs them down deep into my shoulders before yanking his
face away from mine.
“Let’s fuck.” He growls as he thrusts his hips against my own.
I should say no. I can’t cheat on Yami, can I? What the hell should I care though? It’s not like
I’m married to him. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt right, right?
Bakura looks at me and laughs. “Earth to Marik, come in Marik.” He lightly scrapes his sharp
teeth across my shoulder.
Oh shit, I just whimpered. Bakura heard me to, damn it.
“Are you scared or something?” he snickers as his hand rests on my hip.
He can’t be serious. Me? Scared?
“I’m not scared, but you should be. If Yami finds us he’ll blow a fuse.”
Bakura obviously doesn’t care. His warm lips are kissing their way down my stomach.
“One little fuck never hurt anybody, now spread your legs, bitch.”
Next thing I know the thief has his lips wrapped around my shaft and I’m writhing on the bed
whaling and moaning like a banshee. My eyes a clenched shut as tight as they get. His mouth is
so hot and whatever he’s doing with his tongue is indescribable!
His long hair is falling over my thighs and onto the bed. I reached down and run my fingers over
it...so soft.......
“Take me, damn it, I need you in me, Bakura......” I plead in barely a whisper.
“Open your eyes, Ishtar.” he says to me firmly as he pulls away.
I gulp for air.
Bakura’s hand slithers up my stomach as I slowly I open my eyes. My eyes are met with a hungry
pair of chocolate orbs. Bakura licks his lips and leans over, the ends of his long hair grazing my
chest. As he’s reaching for a bottle of lotion on the headboard of the bed, I lean my head up and
dot his well define chest with needy kisses.
Bakura squeezes a large amount of the lotion into his hand and grins as he coats my manhood
with the creamy substance.
He purposely brushed his thumb over the tip, making my whimper like a kicked bitch.
He laughs softly at my reaction to his warm, repetitive touch.
“You like that?” he asks me.
All I can do is make soft noise in the back of my throat. I never thought of Bakura as a teaser in
bed!
I suddenly feel him pressing his throbbing hard length against mine, grinding both our bodies
together. I’m so hard I feel like I’m going blow up any second!
Suddenly my lithe lover slides off of me and lays by my side.. He rolls onto his side facing me
and drapes his arm around my stomach.
“Take me Marik” Bakura whispers in my ear before tickling my earlobe with his tongue.
Can this get any better? It’s almost like I’m dreaming, is it a dream? What the hell do I care! I’m
going to ride this rogue like a Harley and a rough stretch of road!
“Buckle up, Bakura, you’re going for the ride of your life.” I growl as I pounce on top of him. He
brings his knees up and grabs hold on the bed’s headboard. My ride flashes his demonic grin
“Skip the happy crap and get right to the fun, okay? Just fuck me for all you’re worth.”
NO WAY am I going to say no now, that’s not something I get to hear everyday from a hot,
willing, horny Bakura!
Without a second thought, I shove my manhood deep into Bakura’s tight ass. I look at his face as
he contorts in pain beneath me. His eyes are clenched shut and his face is more red than I’ve
ever seen it before. Every muscle in his hot body is tensed up, making him look all the more
enticing.
“Do it, Marik, do it! Fuck me!” he snarls between clenched teeth.
Just as I suspected, the crazy bastard likes it rough! I am so going to enjoy every minute of
this.......

            Ryou sat with Malik at his job at the fireworks stand reading the names of some of the
fireworks off of a list. They were in front of a shelf with a big assortment of various types of
fireworks.
“I can’t believe my boss is making me do inventory because I came in five hours late. That
horse’s ass should just be happy I’m here.” Malik griped as he sorted through a section helfhelf
of bottle rockets.
Ryou laughed and kneeled down next to Malik.
“You’re crazy, you know that? I get such a kick out of you.”
Malik leaned over and kissed Ryou softly on the cheek.
“Thanks so much for staying and helping me out. I’d be here until next month if I had to do it
alone.”
Ryou waved the list he was holding in front of himself.
“I don’t mind. I still can’t believe you were arrested for something you didn’t do though.”
Malik nodded his head.
“Marik is going to hear it from me tonight. I’m really getting tired of him getting me into
trouble.”
Ryou nodded his head.
“I know exactly how you feel. Bakura is the same way. Last month that crazy thief was mad at
the neighbors after they called the cops on him, so he went over to their house and, uh....relieved
himself in the gas tanks of their car.”
Malik burst out laughing.
“Now that’s creative. What did they call the cops on him for?”
“They didn’t appreciate Bakura’s choice in extremely loud devil music.” Ryou responded with a
grin.
Malik put his arm around Ryou and laughed again.
Ryou looked down at the list in his hand and sighed.
“We’d better get back to work now.”
Malik groaned as he looked back at the shelf he’d been working on.
“Yuck. Why couldn’t my relatives have sent me more birthday money? Than I wouldn’t need to
work. How do you get away without having a job and still have such a nice apartment?”
Ryou chuckled lightly.
“Think about it. My yami is a top notch thief.”
Malik gave Ryou a playful smack on the arm and got to his feet.
“Get back to work, you crazy nut.” he chuckled.
Ryou held his hands in front of himself in mock defense.
“What? Was it something I said?” he snickered.
Malik rolled his eyes.
“Seriously, I don’t get it. I work my fucking ass off here just to pay the rent for that dump I call
home. Marik buys expensive clothes, goes out partying with Yami at all the coolest places in
town, and STILL has tons of cash floating around.”
Ryou nodded his head.
“I honestly have no clue how Bakura gets his money either, but I don’t really think I want to
know. Bakura spends most of his time in his bedroom listening to music, playing his guitar, and
doing whatever else he has in there for entertainment. At night he comes out and watches horror
movies on channel 271, and he only leaves to get beer or cigarettes.”
Malik pulled a tray of smoke bombs off the shelf and turned back to Ryou.
“I know Yami gives him a lot, but I know Yami isn’t his only source of funds. Yami’s a little
brighter than that. Marik doesn’t have any job, that I know of at least.”
Ryou covered his mouth and started to laugh hysterically at the list in his hand.
“Oh my gods Malik, we have to get some of these!”
Ryou pointed to the name of one of the fireworks listed.
Malik clicked his tongue ahookhook his head.
“You’re more of a pervie than I ever guessed you would be, Ryou.”
Ryou looked back at the list and teared up from laughter.
“Dragon Balls!! Imagine Seto Kaiba’s face if somebody called him that.”
Malik looked at Ryou making a facial expression that Kaiba would probably make if called
Dragon Balls, causing Ryou to practically die laughing.
Malik grabbed a box of clay mortars with the name “Dragon Balls” off the shelf next to them
and offered them to Ryou.
“Would you like to touch my Dragon Balls?” he grinned.

            Marik blinked his eyes a couple of times as his thoughts collected. He felt soft material
under his cheek, and he was kneeling. He patted the sofa with his hands a few times before he
recalled where he was.
“Damn, it all really was a dream.” he sighed regretfully.
Bakura’s loud music was filtering into the living-room from the hallway. Marik slowly picked
himself up off of the floor and stretched.
“Might as well see how shit for brains is feeling.” He yawned while rolling the kinks out of his
neck.
Marik stumbled sleepily down the hall and opened Bakura’s bedroom door.
“Hey fuc-” Marik cutselfself off mid-sentence by covering his mouth. He stood in Bakura’s
door way with a big grin on his face. He’d just walked in on what looked to be Bakura admiring
himself in his full-length mirror and singing along to his extremely loud music. Marik could only
stare at the distracted yami. This was a side of Bakura he knew he’d never see again, a talented
side!
“Slip me, smack me, please just wrap me,
I wouldn't mind
Fuck me, suck me, please just destruct me
I wouldn't mind.....”*
Bakura sang along with the song as he buttoned up a very distinguishing, long sleeved red silk
shirt. He had a damn good voice for a 5000 year old spirit! And some pretty good moves too....
He grinned at his reflection as he turned to the side and tucked in his shirt.
“Sex me, wreck me, oh gimme your head, Gonna blow yeah, yeah....” he enthusiastically
continued as he zipped his jeans. Bakura turned to do something when he saw Marik standing in
his doorway laughing.
“Ishtar!” the former grave robber hissed.
Bakura grabbed the closest object, one of his shoes, and threw it as hard as he could at Marik’s
head.
Marik ducked, allowing the shoe to whizz passed him and land in the hall somewhere.
“Ha! You missed!” Marik laughed, looked back in the hall to see where the shoe landed.
A second shoe suddenly came out of nowhere and hit its target head on.
“They come in pair, dolt.” Bakura scoffed as he grabbed a hair brush off the dresser and pulled it
through his hair.
Marik turned down Bakura’s music slightly and sided up to the sided up to a very unfriendly
looking Bakura.
“Going somewhere, Mr. ‘Fuck me, suck me, please just destruct me’ ?” he asked once the noise
level had been reduced.
Bakura rolled his eyes.
“Oh gods, go away.”
“Not an option.” Marik winked as he sided up to Bakura and playfully smacked his butt.
Bakura set his brush down hard and turned to Marik with his arms crossed.
“Damn you, Ishtar! Why do you feel you must always touch me?”
Marik shrugged his shoulders. “I guess I’m just a touchy-feely kind of guy? I don’t know.”
Bakura grabbed a long black leather belt and started looping it through the waist of his tight
black jeans.
“I wouldn’t complain if you touched me.” Marik smirked.
“Well, I suggest you refrain from pissing me off. s ofs off, got it? I feel like shit and am in no
mood for useless bantering.” Bakura scowled.
Marik stuck out his bottom lip and made a pout.
“Feeling guilty maybe??” he ascribed.
Bakura clenched his fists tightly.
“For what! I didn’t do anything!”
Marik put his hand on his hip and chuckled.
“I could honestly care less. Whatever bad would come of something like that only benefits me. I
was created out of Malik’s anger, remember? It’s still the same today as it was back than. Every
time Malik gets angry, I get stronger.”
Bakura looked at Marik with disgust on his face.
“Besides, Ryou wouldn’t have been walking this morning if I fucked him. He’d be lucky to be
moving if I had my way with him.”
Marik cocked his head and grinned.<

“OOH, Bakura, tell me more!”
“Just shut your mouth, or I’ll be forced to wire it shut.” Bakura scoffed.
Marik chuckled, but didn’t say anything back. He spotted a stack of pictures laying on Bakura’s
dresser and started thumbing through them while Bakura finished dressing.
There were multiple photographs of a big thumb, some of Ryou, a few of Bakura, and one of
Yugi.
Marik held up the picture of Yugi and laughed.
“What the hell iss?&#s?” he ask with a chuckle.
Bakura glanced down and snatched the picture from Marik.
“Keep your hands off of my stuff too, worm.”
“Are you saying you’d rather I used my mouth?” Marik asked with a mischievous grin on his
face.
Bakura let out a small growl. “You can use your lips to kiss my fucking ass. Now away with you,
pest!”
Marik returned the photo’s to their original place smilsmiled at Bakura.
“I have a really good comeback for that comment, but I’ll keep it to myself. I have to get going
actually, I have an appointment at 3:30 I need to get to.”
Bakura looked at Marik curiously.
“Pharaoh give you scarabs again?”
Marik shook his head.
“Yami never....ack, nevermind. And it’s crabs, not scarabs, imbecile. I have to meet with
somebody. That’s all I’ll say.”
Marik smacked Bakura’s rear end again before heading for the door.
Bakura glared evilly at the yami Egyptian.
Marik held up his hand and laughed.
“It has a mind of its own, okay?”

            After sleeping off the phone call he’d gotten from Marik, Yami had a craving for
chocolate kisses. He went into the small game shop kitchen to look for a bag he’d hidden for
himself. He was rummaging around the cupboard when something on the counter caught his eye.
Yami looked down and found a note.
Yami,
            Grampa fell again and I had to take him to the emergency room. Be back later.
Ciao!
Yugi
            Yami found his chocolate kisses and walked outside. The night was warm, and a light
white haze clung to the sky. Yami could see the sun starting to fall just behind the majestic red
and purple horizon. People walking up and down the street rushing to get home to their families,
or going out to get away from them. Yami sat oe gae game shop steps with his mind in a whole
different place.
“There’s my little sex kitten.!” Marik chuckled as he sat next to the spaced out pharaoh. Yami
blinked his eyes a few times and smiled.
“Oh, sorry Marik. I’m glad to see you. How was your day?”
“Boring” Marik sighed, “How about yours?”
Yami’s cheeks started getting redder as a little grin swept over his face. “I fell asleep after you
called this morning and just got up a short while ago.”
“Damn, I’m good.” Marik laughed, giving Yami a kiss on the cheek. “Feel like going for a
walk?”
“Sure” Yami nodded.

                        Since Ryou was away, Bakura had the whole apartment to himself. He’d played
guitar for a couple hours, than ied ied out 3 tubes of Pringles* watching, “Texas Chainsaw
Massacre*” in full stereo sound. After that he attached a picture of Yami on the dartboard and
tossed darts at it. Every throw was perfect, right between Yami’s eyes, so that got boring fast. So
with his music turned up loud, Bakura kicked back on the sofa with a bottle of cheap wine andtchetched channel 271.
He was just about to take a cigarette break when the phone rang. He never would have heard it
//Bakura?//
“Yugi?” he asked, making sure he was right.
//Yeah, it’s me. Hey, are you busy?// Yugi asked.
“Uh......maybe, why?”
//Well, I’m at the hospital and really need to take a break from this place.//
“The hospital? Are you hurt?” Bakura inquired.
>//N>//Nah, Gramps just fell and hurt himself again. He wasn’t even home for 24 hours before he did
it.//
“Oh”
//Since I’m only up the road from you, would you like to meet me somewhere for a bite to eat?
I’m staving to death here!// Yugi exclaimed.
“Death isn’t as bad as you think, chipmunk-cheeks.”
//Bakura! You’re mean.//
“No I’m not.” Bakura chuckled.
//Oh you, so do you want to meet me? If not, I’ll understand.//
“I’ll meet you” Bakura assured him
//Awesome! How about at the park across the road from you? I’ll stop off at McDonalds and get
us some food on my way over.//
“I hate McDonalds, I want Taco Bell.”
//Uh, okay Bakura, whatever. See you in 15 minutes!//
“M’hm...”
*click*
Bakura finished his cigaretnd gnd grabbed his long black leather trench coat out of the closet
before heading over to the park across the street. Yugi arrived right on schedule...with food!
“Hey Bakura!” He smiled as he sat next to the yami on the bench.
Bakura smiled as Yugi handed him a bag of food. “Hey yourself. How’s the old man doing?”
Yugi rolled his eyes. “Don’t remind me. I love gramps and all, but I’m starting to go nuts with
him falling all the time.”
Bakura chuckled at Yugi’s misfortune as he opened the bag.
“You should tell Yami to get off his ass and help out.”
“I know......”Yugi sighed.
They sat quietly while they ate the tacos Yugi had brought. After they were done eating, Yugi
threw their garbage away and stood infront of Bakura.
“Well, I better get back to gramps. They should know by the time I get back if t#821#8217;re going to
keep him in over night. Thanks for hanging out with me.”
Bakura looked up at Yugi with a half smile on his face.
“Anytime”
Yugi turned around and starting walking back to his car. “See ya!” he waved as he went to open
the door handle.
“Yugi, wait!” Bakura stood up and shouted suddenly.
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