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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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The Golden Rule

            The mouth watering aroma of pancakes, bacon, and fresh coffee floated through the
crowded little apartment. “Save our Souls” (by Motley Crue...*authoress waves her new ‘Crue
concert tee –teheee!*) was playing loudly from Bakura’s bedroom, drowning out the desperate
panting and moaning coming from Yugi and Yami on the sofa having their way with each other
in the living-room. Ryou and Malik were in the bathroom taking a shower together, and Marik
was bouncing around from room to room seeing what kind of early morning mischief he could
stir up. Marik found Bakura in the kitchen slamming coffee and reluctantly making Ryou the
breakfast he had requested. The tomb-robber’s hair was pulled back into a ponytail and he had a
black bandana tied around his head to keep his hair from getting in the food he was making. The
only clothing he was wearing was a pair of loose fitting (blood splattered) grey jogging pants. He
glared at the food cooking on the stove, mumbling colorful expletives as he flipped the
pancakes.
“Mmm...smells good. What’cha making ‘Kura?” Marik asked curiously as he poked his head
over Bakura’s shoulder.
Bakura swatted Marik’s hand away and pointed the spatula defensively at Marik. “Touch and
die, understand? You giant pain in my ass...”
“You want a giant pain in the ass? I think I can be of some assistance.” Marik snickered, backing
off some.
“Why don’t you go annoy the Pharaoh or something?” Bakura suggested, getting a good look at
Marik. “Bloody hell, throw on a pair of pants too.”
“He’s still busy fucking Yugi.” Marik answered, not concerned about the fact that he was
standing there in all his naked Egyptian glory. Modesty was not mentioned in the ancient
scriptures on which he was raised on, therefore not in his vocabulary.
Bakura set down the spatula. “Say that again, mutherfucker?” He asked, glaring in the direction
of the living-room.
“The Pharaoh’s been non-stop fucking Yugi since 11 o’ clock last night. They just keep going at
it, hour after hour...‘Harder, harder! Deeper Yami, Uh! Oh gods, I’m coming again! UHHhhh!’ ”
Marik laughed, imitating Yugi; knowing it would set Bakura off. He couldn’t help but find it
entertaining to watch the tomb-robber get all worked up and try to hold it in. It was like a game,
seeing how much prodding Bakura could take before he blew a fuse.
Bakura glanced at the clock on the wall. His jaw dropped instantly. “That’s...holy shit, that’s
like...nine hours straight? Come on, no fucking way a little shit-wad like the Pharaoh could keep
it up that long. That’s fucking impossible.”
Marik chuckled. “He’s of divine blood, he can keep it up as long as he wants.”
“Oh. Ick...” Bakura scoffed, making a sour face.
Marik patted Bakura’s shoulder. “Yugi is lucky that the Pharaoh is only a half god, otherwise- ”
The Egyptian paused and chuckled. He had a demented sparkle in his eyes. “-there might not be
anything leftover for you.”
Bakura punched Marik in the arm and glared. “Just shut up.” He growled. Bakura looked back at
the stove. Smoke was rising from the pan. “SHIT! Now look what you made me do! Get the
fuck away from me. Now. And for the last time, get some fucking pants on! Freak.” Bakura
snarled, waving the smoke around with his hand.
Marik chuckled as he backed away, side stepping over to the refrigerator and opening it. “You
really should pay more attention when your cooking, Bakura.”
Bakura coughed as he shot Marik the look of death. “Hrrrr...I need a knife. A long, serrated,
rusty, - ”
“Is everything alright in here?” Ryou asked as he and Malik emerged from the bathroom
toweling their hair dry.
“Don’t ask.” Bakura frowned as he turned off the stove. He handed Ryou a plate.
Yami walked in the kitchen wrapped in a big red blanket. Claw and bite marks were visible on
his shoulders, as were two matching dark purple hickeys on either side of his neck.
“Morning.” He said in a hoarse voice, taking a seat at the table.
Yugi followed Yami, dressed in a pair of blue flannel pajama bottoms. He was walking with a
very noticeable limp. “Oh cool, food.” He smiled as very carefully sat down next to Yami.
Yami leaned over and placed a quick kiss on Yugi’s lips. “You were awesome, aibou. Thank
you.”
Yugi smiled timidly at Yami and glanced over at Bakura.
Bakura had a look of pure disgust on his face and turned his head away before their eyes met.
Yugi swallowed hard and tried to get the look on Bakura’s face out of his mind.
Marik stood by the refrigerator watching the scene unfolding in front of him. He licked his lips
and smirked. //This could be interesting.// He said to Malik through their mind link.
Malik grinned at Marik and shook his head. //Get some pants on, will you? People are eating
breakfast.//
//So? It’s not like I’ve got anything anybody in this room has never seen before. Besides,
SOMEBODY hasn’t been doing the laundry, and I’m out of clothes.// Marik responded back.
//You know where the machines are.// Malik smirked.
Ryou suddenly snapped his fingers, breaking the silence. “I wanted to ask you something, Yugi.
Do you mind if Malik and I ride along with you to the funeral home? It’s raining out, so we don’t
really want to take Malik’s motorcycle.”
“Sure, that’s fine.” Yugi agreed, forcing a smile –and purposely avoiding looking at Bakura.
“So what’s the scoop in this party afterward?” Malik asked, giving the Bakura’s burned
pancakes a suspicious look.
“OOH! That’s right!” Marik said suddenly, grabbing Bakura’s arm and dragging him toward the
door. “I need to show you something.”
Bakura looked at Marik strangely and tried pulling away from his grip. “Uh...Marik? Are we
going outside? Because, uh...” Bakura cleared his throat and pointed at Marik’s blissful
nakedness.
Marik looked down at himself and laughed. “Oh yeah.” He grabbed Bakura’s leather duster off
the hook by the door and pulled it on. “Alright, that ought to do it.” Marik smiled proudly as he
buttoned the coat up.
Bakura made a face as he followed Marik out the door. “Just great. I’ll have to burn that coat
now.” He grumbled as they made their way downstairs.
Marik seemed very eager to get him outside. “You’re going to absolutely love this.” He said
emphatically as they exited the building.
Marik’s enthusiasm perked Bakura’s curiosity. He followed the leather clad Egyptian through
the parking lot.
Marik led Bakura to an older model van, spray painted black. It wasn’t in the best condition, but
it wasn’t TOO bad looking. Marik opened the sliding side door and presented the interior to
Bakura. “Tah-dah!”
Bakura cocked his head as he stepped closer to get a better look inside. “What in the hell?” He
asked, gazing in wild wonder at the shaggy red carpeting. “When did you get this?” He asked,
noticing a mattress strategically toward the back of the vehicle and a large red cooler next to it.
Marik stepped inside. “I got it last night when I was out looking for you and Malik. The hippie
that owned it left the keys in the ignition while they were in the laundromat, so I just jumped in
and took off. It was as easy as taking candy from a hikari.”
Bakura stepped up inside and looked around some more. “It smells like dead fish.” He remarked,
making a disgusted face. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of Marik’s latest vehicular
acquisition. The van itself was ugly as hell, and it seemed just a bit...‘square,’ not to mention it
smelled worse than an ancient tomb.
Marik closed the side door and flopped back onto the mattress. He rested his head on hands
behind his head. “Isn’t it great? This thing is big enough to live in!” .
Bakura walked up front. There were only two seats, separated by a large center consul. The
dashboard was a dirty red color, matching the carpeting, and the seats had seen better days.
There was a lacy pink bra dangling from the rearview mirror. “What the fuck?” Bakura snapped,
taking the bra down and throwing it at Marik. “Get some dice, you freak.”
Marik tossed the bra aside and laughed as he sat up. “So what do you think? Not too bad for a
freebie, wouldn’t you agree?”
Bakura shook his head and sat next to Marik. “I think it’s fucking hideous...but it’ll work. We
can fit quite a bit of free merchandise back here, I suppose.”
“Not only that..” Marik grinned as he ran his finger lightly down the middle of Bakura’s bare
chest. “You know Bakura, I’m not wearing anything under this coat...and this mattress just
happens to be here, so..”
Bakura rolled his eyes. “Ra-damn Ishtar, is that all you ever think about? We have a funeral to
get ready for, we don’t have time to play ‘bury the tiny tomb-keeper.’”
Marik stuck out his bottom lip and began to pout, but ended up laughing. “So you’re telling me I
have to punch the clown by myself in here? Come on, Bakura, are you losing your edge?”
Bakura rolled his eyes. “You fucking tool. Come on, I know how long it takes for you to get
ready in the morning. We’d best be getting back upstairs if we’re actually going to show up.”
“You really want to go back up there? For all we know, we’ll walk in on the Pharaoh sticking it to
Yugi on your kitchen table.” Marik was intentionally pushing Bakura’s buttons.
Bakura narrowed his eyes as he got up to leave. “Shut the fuck up, Ishtar. You don’t know what
you’re talking about. I could care less about what those two do in their spare time.”
Marik tilted his head to the side, grinning like a demon in heat. “Oh? I’m not so sure about that. I
saw the look on your face before, you can’t fool me, Bakura.”
Bakura grabbed the door handle and yanked it open. “I don’t give two shits about Yugi. He’s just
a fuck.” He growled as he hopped out of the van, leaving Marik behind.
“Right, Bakura, whatever you say.” Marik chuckled as he watched the tomb-robber walk away in
a huff.

            Yami, Yugi, Ryou and Malik left for the funeral long before Marik and Bakura; and just
as Bakura had predicted, Marik took his sweet time getting dressed. Bakura didn’t spend nearly
as much time on his attire, settling for a basic black button up shirt and tighter fitting tan colored
suede pants. He lit up a cigarette and watched a game show on television while he waited for
Marik.
            Two hours later Marik emerged from the bathroom smelling strongly of Aqua Di Gio (by
Giorgio Armani...Mmmm...)
“Well? What do you think?” Marik asked as he walked into the living-room and did a quick spin
around.
“I could smell you before I could see you...no surprise.”Bakura said as he looked back at Marik.
“Oh gods; Ishtar, you’re wearing that to a funeral?”
Marik was wearing a loose-fitting red silk shirt with the top two buttons left open and skin tight
shiny black leather pants that accentuated his tight little ass. Instead of a belt, Marik opted for a
pair of gold handcuffs clipped around his front belt loops. He’d done his eyes up with black and
gold eyeliner, giving his crystalline lavender orbs a brighter, more defined appearance. His gold
jewelry complimented his attire nicely, including a crazy black cowboy hat -with a red bandana
folded and tied around it.
Bakura clicked his tongue and shook his head. “You never cease to amaze me, Ishtar. You look
very...extravagant. Let’s go now.”
Marik grinned as he slipped on a sharp looking black leather blazer. “I always wanted to be a
cowboy.” Marik poked his hands through the sleeves and pointed his fingers at Bakura,
pretending they were pistols. “Stick ‘em up, or I’ll shoot. BANG!” He laughed, aiming his
“guns” at Bakura.
Bakura rolled his eyes and held his fist in Marik’s face. “Tch...I’ll stick ‘em up alright, all ten up
your ass --all at once. Now quit fooling around and let’s get this fucking funeral thing over
with.”
“Something bothering you, Bakura? Sex life getting you down? We can talk about it if it makes
you feel better.” Marik snickered as they headed out the door.
Bakura lit up a cigarette and glared at Marik. “Fuck off,” He snapped, reaching into his pocket
for his cigarettes. “Let’s just fucking go already.”

            The tension between Bakura and Yugi only intensified as the day progressed. Yami never
left Yugi’s side, which didn’t help matters much. Anytime Bakura would get within a few steps
of Yugi, Yami would appear from seemingly nowhere and pull Yugi off somewhere else.

            By evening, after all was said and done and rotund old Sugoroku was six feet under,
everybody began to feel the strain in the atmosphere.
Bakura left with Marik.
Ryou noticed the way Yami would ‘guard’ Yugi every time Bakura came close, so he was
almost positive he knew why Bakura left so fast.
Malik was no fool either. After Sugoroku’s burial, he and Ryou went out for a late dinner with
Yami and Yugi. Ryou was almost silent the entire time. Malik didn’t need a psychic to tell him
why Ryou was so distant. He’d noticed the way Yami was practically smothering Yugi too,
especially around Bakura. He’d also talked to Marik, who’d told him Bakura was pissed off and
to stay away from him, before he’d left. Malik knew the way Bakura felt was indirectly effecting
Ryou. Malik didn’t want to cause any trouble, so quiet about it all because of the circumstances.
It wouldn’t be very cool to cause a scene, not today at least.

            The festivities were in full swing by the time Ryou, Malik, Yugi and Yami arrived at the
party. They could already hear the loud music pulled in the jam-packed parking lot.
“Man, there’s sure a lot of people here.” Yugi said as he drove around looking for a place to
park. There were people and cars everywhere he looked, most of which he’d never seen before.
It took him a few minutes to find an open parking spot, but he managed to squeak his little blue
4-banger in on the front lawn. (4-banger: guy slang for 4-cylinder engine. *snicker*)
“This reminds me of the celebrations we used to have when souls would cross over back in ancient
Egypt.” Yami said as they walked up to the door.
“Really? You partied after someone died? You didn’t grieve?” Yugi asked, stepping over a
random person on the ground that already had enough to drink.
“That’s the point of having a big party; to get so drunk you forget.” Yami answered, pulling
Yugi over to him.
“Bakura following tradition? Now there’s a strange thought.” Malik chuckled as they walked up
the crowded stairwell.
“The landlord is going to kick us out, I just know it.” Ryou groaned as they reached their
apartment. The door was left wide open, and the music was so loud they could barely hear
themselves think. He figured the neighbors must have all fled already.
“Holy shit.” Malik gasped, grabbing Ryou’s hand. Bakura had really out-done himself. He’d
replaced their regular lightning with blacklights, making everything white seem like it was
glowing. He’d also stashed most of the furniture somewhere so there would be more room to
move around. Guests were packed like sardines in the smokey apartment. “Gods, this place
looks like a meat market.” Malik mused as they made their way through the crowd. //Maaaarik,
where are youuuuu??// Malik chuckled through their mind-link, knowing his darker half couldn't be
that far away.
“Hey, look who’s finally here!” Marik shouted as Malik and Ryou made it through to the
kitchen, losing Yami and Yugi behind them somewhere.
Malik pulled Ryou along with him as he followed the sound of Marik’s voice. They found Marik
sitting at the table playing poker –and an already very drunk Bakura sitting on his lap nibbling at
his neck.
Marik laid his playing cards down on the table and spread them out. “Ha, royal flush, read ‘em
and weep, boys. Time to pay up.”
Ryou smiled. “Quite an impressive party. Where did you find all these people?”
Bakura looked up at Ryou as he ran his hand down the front of Marik’s unbuttoned silk shirt. “I
own a radio station; think about it, retard.”
Ryou crossed his arms and pouted. “We can all do without your rude remarks, Bakura.”
“Yeah Bakura, that was rude. You shouldn’t be so mean to your hikari. He’s sensitive, you
know.” Marik snickered as he counted the money he’d just won.
Bakura rolled his eyes as he got off of Marik’s lap. “Nobody asked you, Ishtar.”
“So where are you hiding the alcohol?” Malik asked.
“I’ll show you.” Bakura answered, motioning for Malik and Ryou to follow him.

            Yami pulled Yugi threw the crowd, looking back every couple seconds to make sure his
hikari was still there. He knew if he let go of Yugi’s hand for a second he’d be swallowed up by
the crowd; and than he might not find him again. He wanted to get them both somewhere a little
less nuts. Loud music pulsed around them. It was so loud that it was making the walls vibrate. It
was hard to make out what was what in the strange lighting. Yami pulled Yugi down the hall and
stopped in front of Bakura’s closed bedroom door.
“I WONDER WHAT’S GOING ON INSIDE.” Yami shouted back to Yugi.
“WHAT DID YOU SAY?” Yugi shouted back. The loud music was drowning Yami’s voice out.
“I SAID I WONDER WHAT’S GOING ON INSIDE!” Yami yelled back.
“YOU HAVE SOMETHING IN YOUR EYE?” Yugi asked, making a funny face at Yami.
Yami shook his head and chuckled as he opened the bedroom door. //Hopefully it’s a little
quieter in here.// He said to Yugi through their link.
“Shit, wow, COOL!” Yugi exclaimed as they stepped into the room.
Yami closed the door behind him. It was considerably more quiet once the door had been closed.
They were able to talk to each other without shouting now.
“Bakura really went all out. This is unreal.” Yami said as he led Yugi over to a psychedelic
colored bean-bag chair. The faint purple glow of the black light surrounded them.
Yugi looked around. He observed numerous couples scattered around the room kissing and
groping. By the way it sounded, probably some fucking too. “I think this is some kind of make
out room.” Yugi said as he and Yami sat down, Yugi on Yami’s lap.
Yami gave Yugi a kiss on the cheek. “New spin on tradition, I guess.”
Yugi smiled and laid his head on Yami’s chest.
Yami wrapped his arms around Yugi and held him. “You doing okay, aibou?”
Yugi hugged Yami’s waist and sighed. “You were pretty rude around Bakura today, why
wouldn’t you let him talk to me?”
“I never stopped him from talking to you.”
Yugi sighed. “Well, you weren’t exactly making it easy.”
Yami shrugged his shoulders and lightly nibbled on Yugi’s earlobe. “I wanted to be with you, I
guess I’m sorry.”
“Bakura isn’t as bad of a guy as you like to think.” Yugi looked at Yami. He looked like he was
being torn apart inside.
Yami leaned over and stole a kiss from Yugi’s lips. “M’hm.” The Pharaoh’s hands wandered
onto Yugi’s thighs.
Yugi put his hands on Yami’s chest. “Yami, no...I don’t want to-”
Yami covered Yugi’s mouth with his own, cutting off his hikari’s words. He rolled Yugi over
onto his back, pinning him down so that he was unable to get away easily. He unzipped Yugi’s
pants and slipped his hand inside. “Relax, aibou.” He said in a deep velvety tone.
Yugi closed his eyes and whimpered. “But..”
“Shhh...” Yami purred as he massaged Yugi’s manhood.
            “Is he going to be okay?” Malik asked, poking motionless Ryou in the chest.
“He’ll be fine. He just needs some rest.” Bakura answered, scooping Ryou up into his arms. “He
should be okay in my room.”
Malik followed Bakura through the crowd and down the hall to the thief’s bedroom. “Poor Ryou,
I told him not to take those shots so fast.”
Bakura snickered as they went inside. “I know.”
Bakura carried Ryou over to his bed and kicked the couple making out on it off. He laid Ryou
down and sat down to take off his hikari’s shoes.
Malik sat next to Bakura and looked around. He almost instantly noticed Yami on top of Yugi a
few feet away. “Oh wow.” He said to Bakura, “Look over there.”
Bakura looked and saw what Malik was referring to.
Yami was kissing his way down Yugi’s stomach and Yugi’s hands were buried in Yami’s hair.
The thief narrowed his eyes and glared at Malik. “Do you have a death wish?” He asked as he pulled
one of Ryou’s shoes off.
Malik chuckled. Just like Marik, Malik liked to toy with people and see how far he could push
them.
Bakura watched Yami pull Yugi pants off and lay them aside. Even though it was mostly dark in
the room, Bakura could still see the Pharaoh’s head dip down between Yugi’s legs. He wasn’t
stupid, he knew what was going on.
“Do you think Ryou will be okay in here?” Malik asked, looking down at his passed out
companion.
Bakura didn’t answer, his eyes were glued to Yami and what he was doing to Yugi.
“Bakura?” Malik asked, tilting his head to the side and looking at the thief curiously.
Bakura turned to Malik and looked at him blankly. “Hmm?”
Malik glanced over at Yami and Yugi. ‘Awww..how sweet, the King of Thieves has feelings.’ he
thought to himself. He wanted to laugh, but held it back. Instead, he patted Bakura’s shoulder.
The Egyptian leaned over and whispered in Bakura’s ear. “Have you ever heard of the Golden
Rule?” He asked quietly.
Bakura shook his head. “No, what the fuck do I care about... rules?”
Malik scooted closer to Bakura and put his hand on the thief’s knee. “The Golden Rule states
that we should do unto other’s as we’d have them do unto us.”
Bakura shrugged his shoulders. “So?”
Malik moved his hand slowly up Bakura’s thigh. “Think about it.” He remarked, nibbling at the
tomb-robber’s earlobe.
Bakura quickly caught on to Malik’s suggestion. He chuckled softly, hearing his pants unzip. He
felt Malik’s teeth nipping at his neck. Bakura spread his legs further apart, allowing Malik to
continue exploring. He turned his head and looked at Malik. “Still as shifty as ever, I never
would have guessed.”
Malik unsnapped Bakura’s pants and reached inside. “M’hm..” He moaned softly as he cupped
Bakura’s cheek with his hand and pulled their mouths together.
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A/n: I’ll respond to reviews today since you all were kind enough to take the time to leave them
for me. Have I told you how much I love you all lately?
reitan: I’ll be more than happy to honor your request in the next chapter.
DracOnyx: Cornered tomb-robber’s are the best kind. LOL
ladywolf_Terri: All I can think of right now is a skimpy pink bunny suit and a big lolli-pop.*snicker*
Nomalaz: Malik’s a selfish little shit, but since he’s good looking I think we can forgive him.
LOL Ooh, and the pairing suggestion, it’s already in the works. It’s just too much fun to pass up!
Horizont: I’ve thought about that pairing a lot. I’ve already found the perfect way to make it
happen too. *grin*
Nightmare: He’s dead, now I never have to write about him again. Thank goodness.
zimzum: LMAO! I have a sticker on one of my guitar cases that says that. Too funny! (Next to
the sticker that says,‘Liquor in the front, Poker in the rear.’*snicker*)
Arias5: I grew up watching soap operas, all the drama must have been ingrained in my head. I
blame my mother! LOL
zehlyah: Bakura’s just so damn lovable. *snicker* He’s like a white haired Axl Rose in 1987.
YUM!
Terry: It might take some time yet before Bakura figures out what he wants. He’s so damn
stubborn. Maybe he needs to kick Yami’s ass and see if it makes him feel any better.
MinuetLove: I like Ryou breaking the rules too. The need for a tape measurer will come out over
the radio. *snicker*
War-chan: Nope, that wasn’t the end. It was more like the beginning of the fun stuff. LOL As for
Seto, he’s going to be playing a big part in the next chapter. The New Year’s Eve party is at KC.
Thank you for all your compliments too, I appreciate them! *hugs*
Ashla: Hey you! I usually update on aff first, I don’t know why, out of habit maybe. Bakura just
keeps digging himself deeper and deeper into stuff, it’s so fun making him squirm! Ooh..as for
the places I come up with, haha! You know how it’s easier to write about stuff you actually lived
though? Well....*grin*
Rhelle: LOL! I love you too, huni! *smooch* Music has always been a big part of my almost 28
years on this planet. I listen as much as play/write it. If music suddenly stopped existing, I’d
probably kill myself. LOL

*** another note: I’ll fix any typos later, I need to take a nap. I’m still drained after that
TOTALLY MUTHERFUCKING AWESOME Motley Crue show Tuesday night. Tommy’s titty
cam is a must see. *snort*
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