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Hellraisers II: Lights, Camera, BAKURA?	By : MarikIshtar77 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 12526 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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*Lemony freshness ahead, oh yeah! (Yami/Yugi - Malik/Bakura)

Inside You

             “Wasn’t last night enough for you?” Yugi asked as the Pharaoh stroked his skin.
Yami looked up at Yugi, wearing a crooked grin. “Enough of you? Are you nuts?” He chuckled
softly as he ducked back down, trailing soft kisses up Yugi’s inner thigh. “You’re addicting, I
love how you taste.” His mouth found its way up Yugi’s lean stomach. Yami’s kisses tickled
Yugi, making him squirm and giggle underneath the Pharaoh. Yami dipped his tongue into
Yugi’s navel, causing Yugi to giggle again. “Cut that out, Yami, that tickles!” The hikari
laughed, a small smile starting to appear on his face.
Yami grinned, almost satisfied with Yugi’s responses. “Not..quite..yet..aibou.” He said as he
proceeded up Yugi’s body using his mouth, alternating licks with words.
Yugi moaned softly as Yami’s tongue flicked over his right nipple. “Yami..I don’t....oh
god...maybe..yeah...oh w’ow...Yami.”
Yami repeated the action again, finding himself growing very aroused at the sound of his light’s
quiet moaning and heavy breathing. He wanted to reach down and free his manhood pulsing in
his pants, but he didn’t want to take his hands off of Yugi either; he felt too damn good. Yami
pressed his hips against Yugi’s and began to pump against them, hoping for some relief.
Yugi moaned again, this time even louder.
            Yugi’s voice caught Bakura’s attention. Bakura opened his eyes and looked over at the
hikari, but his mouth didn’t leave Malik’s. He continued kissing Malik as he watched Yami
‘play’ with Yugi.
            Yami moved over to Yugi’s left nipple, giving it the same loving treatment he’d given
it’s twin. He nipped at the small bud, holding it between his teeth for a moment before letting
go.
Yugi arched his back, tensing up as he gasped aloud. “Oh Yami, oh god, Yami...”
Yami picked his head up and propped himself up on his hands and knees on top of Yugi. He
reached up with one hand and gently combed through Yugi’s hair with his fingers. “Do you
really want me to stop?” He asked, kissing the tip of Yugi’s nose.
            Bakura narrowed his eyes. He could hear every word. His blood began to boil and his
eyes flashed red.

            Yugi took a deep breath, exhaling slowing. He reached up with a shaky hand and rested
it on Yami’s cheek. “I guess...no.” Yugi answered, looking into Yami’s hypnotic crimson eyes.
            Malik let out a pain filled yowl and growled. “OWE! What the hell, Bakura?” --his
lower lip was tightly clamped between Bakura’s clenched, gnashing teeth.
Bakura snapped out of it and quickly and released Malik’s lip.
Malik slid the side over his finger over his lower lip to check if it was bleeding. Sure enough, it
was. He shook his head and sighed. “Jeez Bakura, I’m not Marik, okay? Sure, I like it a little
rough now and than, but I would appreciate it if I could walk away from this with my entire body
intact, alright? I kind of like my mouth on my face.”
“I know where-” Bakura began, cracking a small grin.
Malik rolled his eyes, realizing what had just slipped out of his mouth. “Don’t you even say it.”
*~*~*
            Marik stuffed a fat wad of cash into his pants pocket as he got up from his seat at the
table. He smirked wickedly as he finished off the last of his beer and set the bottle down. “It’s
been nice playing you suckers tonight, but you’re all broke now, and my beer is empty, making
this no fun anymore. In which case I shall be bidding you adieu. Enjoy the party, fools.” He
chuckled as he turned and started walking away. He’d had quite a bit to drink, but he wasn’t
totally trashed yet --just damn close. He was grabbing another beer out of the refrigerator when
he heard his name being called out to him from behind. He turned to see who it was. A woman
with long dark hair and piercing blue eyes was looking back at him. Marik narrowed his eyes.
“Well hello there, sister. What brings you from Egypt all the way here?” He asked dryly, using
his not-so-pleasant voice. He’d never liked Ishizu, he considered her nothing but a pest. He hated
her guts and nobody was ever going to convince him otherwise.
Ishizu shook her head and placed her hands on her hips. “I need to speak with Malik
immediately.”
Marik shrugged his shoulders. “What makes you think I would know where Malik is?” He
twisted off the cap of his beer and threw it into the kitchen sink, not taking his eyes off Ishizu.
Marik glared at her as he tipped the bottle to his lips.
The dark haired woman crossed her arms and firmly stood her ground. “Just tell me where my
brother is, I know you know.”
“Do you really want to know?” Marik asked, stepping toward Ishizu.
“Yes.” She replied taking a step back.
Marik took another step toward the exotically dressed woman. He backed her up against the wall
and caged her in with his arms. He chuckled playfully as Ishizu’s eyes grew wide with fear. “Is
something wrong, sister?”
Ishizu closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She let the air out slowly and looked at her
brother’s darker half. “Damn you, Marik! I’m NOT your sister! You’re just a pain in my ass!”
She suddenly burst out.
Marik lowered his arms down to his sides and started to laugh. Ishizu’s reaction was exactly
what he’d hoped for. “Oh shit, you’re just too funny. Ever considered being a stand up
comedian, sissy-kins?”
Ishizu glared. “Just knock it off, will you please? This is no laughing matter, I need to see my
brother right away.”
Marik took another drink of his beer and crossed his arms. “What about?”
Ishizu hesitated. She looked away from Marik. “I just need to see my brother. Please tell me
where he is.”
Just for the hell of it, Marik took a quick peek into his mind link with Malik to see where he
was. Marik went unnoticed as he listened in on Malik’s private thoughts.
//If Bakura won’t fuck me, than I should just go in the bathroom and finish the job
myself...fucking hard on won’t go down any other way..gods this sucks. Damn you, dick! Down
boy! Grrr...//
“Holy shit!” Marik gasped, spitting his beer out on Ishizu on accident. He grabbed Ishizu’s hand
and started pulling her into the living-room “Dance with me.”
Ishizu tried to pull away from her brother’s darker half and wipe the beer off her long white
dress at the same time. “I don’t want to dance with you, I wish only to see my brother! Now
where is Malik!”
*~*~*
            Yugi closed his eyes as Yami rolled him over onto his stomach. His hips had been
hurting him all day as it was, and his bruises from the night prior were still extremely tender to
the touch. “Do we have to do this?” He asked, clutching the psychedelic bean bag chair tightly in
his hands.
Yami hoisted Yugi’s hips up and spread his legs apart with his knee, positioning his hikari to
take him. “I’ll be easy on you I promise I won’t hurt you.” He assured Yugi.
Yugi tensed up and swallowed hard. He felt Yami press a lube slicked finger inside of him.
“Owe..Yami..it hurts..” He whimpered as Yami began to prepare him.
Yami leaned over and kissed Yugi’s shoulder. He began to move his finger in and out of Yugi
slowly and carefully, trying his hardest not to hurt his hikari; even though he knew he was.
Yugi bit his lip and tried to displace himself from the pain. No matter what Yami did, it hurt –a
lot. “Yami, stop, please.” He whimpered, making one last desperate attempt at stopping the
inevitable fucking ahead of him.
Yami pulled his finger out of Yugi and grabbed the bottle of lubricant. “I really need to be
inside you Yugi, I’ll make it quick, okay?” He said as he coated his erection with the clear,
slippery liquid.
“I guess.” Yugi sighed. He wanted to say no, but didn’t want to disappoint Yami. After all, he’d
already let him get this far. His darker half had needs too, and it wasn’t right to neglect them;
even if they were too great for him to handle sometimes. Yugi gasped loudly as Yami locked in
on him.
            Bakura forced himself to ignore Yugi and Yami and focus all his attention to Malik. He
leaned in to kiss him again.
Malik backed away cautiously. “You’re not going to bite me again, are you?” He asked,
apprehensive of the recent past repeating itself.
Bakura chuckled lightly as he stroked Malik’s cheek with the back of his hand. “I can’t promise
you anything, Malik.”
Malik licked his bloody lower lip. He glanced down at Ryou who was laying on the bed next to
them passed out. He sighed as he ruffled Ryou’s hair. “Damn it Ryou, why did you have to go
and pass out. This would be easier if you were awake. Grrrr...”
Bakura followed Malik’s eyes down to Ryou and grinned. “Very touching. Does screwing your
boyfriend’s yami while your boyfriend is out cold bother you, Malik?”
Malik nodded his head. “Just a little, I mean, it feels kind of strange, especially since he’s
like..right here.”
Bakura chuckled as he shrugged his shoulders and got up off the bed. He zipped up his pants and
put his hand on Malik’s shoulder. “We can do this another time. No big shit.”
Malik swallowed hard as he looked up at Bakura. The thief’s long, spiky white hair seemed to
have a luminescent glow in the black light. The lighting gave the illusion that Bakura’s skin was
darker, making the whites of his eyes stand out. Malik’s shaft was as hard as a rock, and Bakura
looked too good to pass up. He reached out for Bakura’s hand. “But I want this, Bakura. I need
it, and I think you do too.”
Bakura raised an eyebrow and cocked his head. “You really want it that badly? With me? I find
that a little difficult to believe. You and I haven’t exactly gotten along very well since-”
Malik stood up, facing Bakura. He leaned in and touched his lips lightly against Bakura’s,
cutting off the thief’s words. “Shh...Let’s forget about all that. Let’s just go somewhere else.”
He said in a husky voice, brushing Bakura’s hair behind his ear as he kissed him lightly.
Bakura rested his hands on Malik’s slender hips. He moaned softly as Malik kissed him. He
pulled the Egyptian a little closer.
Malik licked Bakura’s lips, tasting the blood left from his own. “Will you fuck me,
Bakura?” He asked in a demure voice.
Bakura nipped playfully at Malik’s lower lip and smirked. “Wait and see.” He chuckled as he
cupped his hands on Malik’s backside, pulling their bodies flush with one another.
Malik combed his fingers through Bakura’s hair and linked them together behind Bakura’s neck.
He gazed lustfully into the tomb-robber’s dark eyes. “I know of a place we can do this, come
with me.”
Bakura took a deep breath. His pants were beginning to get a bit too tight. He reached up with
one hand and brushed his fingertips down Malik’s jaw. “I don’t trust you at all, but I do believe
you need me. Show me...this place.”
Malik smiled as he released his hands from around Bakura’s neck. He reached up and put his
hand over Bakura’s. “Follow me, and grab a couple of your CDs too.” He nodded sharply.
            Malik led Bakura out of the room, leaving Yami, Yugi, and passed out Ryou behind.
Bakura followed Malik through the crowd of people. They’d almost squeezed their way through
to the door when Malik suddenly stopped.
“Holy shit! Ishizu! What’s she doing here!” He gasped, seeing his darker half dancing with his
sister nearby.
Ishizu didn’t look very happy, although Marik looked like he was having a blast pissing her off.
Malik grabbed Bakura’s hand and yanked him out the door.
Bakura snickered as they left the absolute riot fest in the apartment behind them. “Anxious, are
we?” He asked, keeping up to Malik’s quick pace.
Malik groaned. “I saw my sister, and that can’t mean anything good.”
“What do you mean?” Bakura asked curiously.
Malik didn’t answer. He just kept walking until they were outside.
“Where are you taking me?” Bakura asked, wondering where Malik was leading him and why
they were outside.
Malik stopped when they got to Marik’s ‘new’ van. He looked back at Bakura. “Well, here we
are, Marik’s nightmare love bus.”
Bakura crossed his arms in front of his chest and laughed. “This is where you want me to fuck
you? Ha, I should have known. I hope you brought something to masked the horrendous smell
inside this old thing.”
Malik pulled the sliding side door open and smiled at Bakura. “We could actually do this on my
motorcycle, but I thought it would be more fun in here. Imagine the look on Marik’s face when
he realizes WE screwed in his van before he got the chance to.” Malik stepped up inside the
musty smelling van.
“True.” Bakura nodded. He pinched his nose as he stepped up, following Malik inside. “It smells
like a fucking tomb in here.”
Malik chuckled as he closed the van door, leaving them both in the pitch dark. “You would
know.” He remarked.
“You talk too much.” Bakura grunted, reaching into his pocket for a lighter. He flicked the flame
on and held up in front of him. He grinned at the sight of Malik taking off his shirt.
Malik dropped his shirt and sat down on the mattress laying on the floor. He patted the open spot
next to him. “C’mere, Bakura, I got something I want to show you down here.”
Bakura grinned as he took a seat next to Malik.
“Give me your lighter, please.” Malik said, reaching for something next to the mattress.
Bakura’s lighter was hot to the touch for being on a little to long, so he more than willingly
handed it off to Malik.
Malik blew on the lighter to cool it before he used it to light a scented three-wick candle. He set
the candle on the boxy medium sized cooler next to them. Malik held out his hand. “CDs,
please?”
Bakura handed Malik the two CDs he’d brought with him. He watched as Malik walked to the
front of the van and turned on the ignition, giving the stereo some juice.
Malik inserted a CD, than returned to Bakura. He knelt down in front of the thief and placed his
hands on Bakura’s chest as the music started to play. He leaned over and met Bakura’s lips with
his own, whispering to him where he wanted to be touched.
(Nymphetamine by Cradle Of Filth-don’t own, but I fucking love their CDs!)
~Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A ‘V’ of black swans
On with hope to the grave
And through Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones~
            Malik ripped Bakura’s shirt open, sending the buttons flying out of sight. He ran his
hands down the tomb-robber’s muscular chest.
Bakura grinned ferally as the Egyptian pushed him onto his back, pinning his wrists at his sides.
He studied Malik’s face in a pale candle light, memorizing every exotic Egyptian feature.
Malik straddled Bakura’s hips, closing his eyes as he began to kiss the thief’s exposed body. He
tenderly nipped at Bakura’s left nipple, licking and blowing on the perky nub afterward. He
repeated his oral assault on the right nipple, moaning softly as he proceeded downward. “You
know Bakura; I’ve been inside of you, but you’ve never been inside of me before.” The Egyptian
pointed out as he kissed Bakura’s stomach. He unfastened Bakura’s pants and slid them down.

~Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain....
So I swore to the razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again~
            “I know, but that’s all going to change tonight.” Bakura answered, pulling one of his
wrists free and burying his hand in Malik’s soft, blond hair. He closed his eyes and relaxed as he
lightly massaged Malik’s skull with his fingertips. He groaned as Malik’s mouth wrapped around
the head of his shaft.
Malik glanced up for a second to see Bakura’s reaction to what he’d just done. He grinned as he
sucked in Bakura’s entire length.
“Oh dark gods...Malik.” Bakura breathed heavily as the Egyptian swallowed around him.
Malik hummed softly in his throat as he sucked Bakura to a state of full arousal.
Bakura growled as he freed his other wrist. He grabbed Malik by the hair and pulled him up in to
a forceful, rough kiss. He moaned into Malik’s mouth as he rolled him over onto his back.

~Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find the right slot for your sacred key~
            Bakura pinned Malik to the mattress the same way Malik had pinned him only minutes
before. A wicked grin spread across his face as he watched Malik’s eyes fill with apprehension.
Malik froze as he gazed up into Bakura’s demonic chocolate eyes.
Bakura chuckled evilly as he slapped Malik across the face. “That’s for being a little prick
tease.”
Malik flinched, but didn’t make a fuss. Bakura had only slapped him hard enough to sting a
little.
Bakura kicked his jeans off the rest of the way and picked them up. He dug through the pockets
until he found what he was looking for: a small switch blade knife. He flicked the knife open and
pressed the cool blade against Malik’s taut stomach.
Malik held his breath.
Bakura winked at Malik, assuring him that he wasn’t going to do anything too excruciatingly
painful.
Malik bit his lower lip as he waited for Bakura to make his move, a gleam of satisfaction
sparkling in his lavender eyes.

~Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that bar-less prison
Discolors all with tunnel vision
Sun setter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better...
Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine Girl
Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine
My Nymphetamine Girl~
            In the blink of an eye Bakura had jerked the knife up Malik’s shirt, cutting it in two. He
threw the knife aside as he attacked his prey’s flesh with an eager mouth.
Malik gasp aloud as Bakura ravished his body.
Bakura ground his hips against Malik’s causing the Egyptian to buck wildly under pressure.
“Oh.. shit yeah...do it, Bakura!” Malik cried out desperately, arching his back.
Bakura reached down and unfastened Malik’s pants.
Malik hissed as Bakura freed his aching arousal.
Bakura scraped his fingernails down Malik’s chest, tearing the skin. He pumped Malik’s shaft as
he licked the small trails of blood left by his fingernails.
Malik whimpered raggedly. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly as Bakura’s mouth reached his
neck. He could feel the tomb robbers warm breath against his damp skin, sending a chill down
his entire body. He shivered as Bakura sucked on his neck. “Please, Bakura...take me..I want you
inside me...please...please..take me, Bakura..” Malik pleaded.
Bakura chuckled softly as he pulled his mouth away from Malik’s neck, grinning proudly at the
red mark he’d left. “In time, little Cocoa Puff, in time.” He said, tracing his finger along Malik’s
warm, moist lips.
~Wracked with your charm
I am circled like prey
Back in the forest
Where whispers persuade
More sugar trails
More white lady laid
Than pillars of salt...~

            “Suck ‘em” Bakura instructed Malik firmly, forcing two fingers into Malik’s warm
mouth. “And open your fucking eyes. Look at me, Malik.”
Malik opened his eyes and slowly focused on the thief. He nodded his head as he took hold of
Bakura’s hand and sucked the fingers into his mouth.
“That’s right” Bakura smiled, pumping Malik’s arousal faster as a reward for obedience.
~Fold to my arms
Hold their mesmeric sway
And dance out to the moon
As we did in those golden days~
            Malik whimpered as he writhed under Bakura. His body ached from yet unmet needs.
Bakura pulled his fingers out of Malik’s mouth, strings of Malik’s saliva dripping from the
digits. “Roll over” He grinned, his voice raspy from his own need.
Malik rolled over onto his stomach and propped himself up on his hands and knees.
Bakura couldn’t help but to admire Malik’s body for a moment. He was well-built, and every
muscle was sculpted to perfection. A light film of sweat made his skin glisten in the faint candle
light. “Beautiful.” Bakura whispered almost silently.

~Christening stars
I remember the way
We were needle and spoon
Mislaid in the burning hay~
            Bakura traced his tongue down the cleft of Malik’s ass, his fingers following the wake of
his tongue.
Malik stiffened up as Bakura’s tongue probed inside him, but relaxed when Bakura proceeded
downward, licking and sucking lightly at twin globes below. He dug his fingers into the mattress
as Bakura slipped a finger inside him.
Bakura began preparing Malik very thoroughly.
“Please fuck me, I want it...I need you in me.” Malik begged.
~Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the bind of your Holiness
I could always find the slot for your sacred key~

            Bakura picked his head up and slapped Malik’s ass, leaving a perfect red hand print on
the mocha tight flesh.
“Uh!” Malik cried out, but not in pain. His body began to tremble with anticipation.
Bakura smirked as he positioned himself at Malik’s quivering entrance, taking the time to rub
the area he’d just slapped. “This is it, Malik...ready or not.”
Malik relaxed himself as best as he could as Bakura pressed inside his body. He moaned loudly
as Bakura filled him to the hilt.
Bakura winced as Malik’s tight heat surrounded him. He gripped Malik’s hips tightly as they
both adjusted to the sensations coursing through their lower bodies.
“Move..please..” Malik pleaded with Bakura after a minute.
Bakura took a deep breath and began thrusting inside of Malik. The tightness surrounding him
was driving him absolutely crazy.
~Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolors all with tunnel vision
Sun setter
Nymphetamine~
            Malik pushed his ass back against Bakura’s throbbing hard cock. Droplets of sweat
dripped down onto the mattress from the ends of his hair.
Malik was simply intoxicating. Bakura slowly felt himself losing control.
Malik screamed Bakura’s name as his climax hit.
Bakura felt Malik’s muscles clench around his length. His knees suddenly went weak as he
reached his own climax, grunting and growling as he thrust his release deep into Malik like a
runaway freight train. He collapsed on top of Malik, his hips still twitching.
~Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better...
Nymphetamine
Sun setter
Nymphetamine
(Nymphetamine)
None better?
Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine Girl
Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine~
            Bakura slowly pulled out of Malik and rolled off of him. He laid in the semi-darkness
catching his breath.
Malik rolled over onto his side and laid his head on Bakura’s heaving chest.
Bakura wrapped his arms around the Egyptian’s shoulders. “Now we’re even.” He purred,
rubbing Malik’s arm.
Malik nodded his head and sighed as he cuddled up against Bakura. “M’hm”
*~*~*
             Yami frowned down at his light as he pulled out of him. “It would be nice if you’d at
least move once and a while, instead of laying their like a corpse. Your friend Bakura might
like that sort of thing, but I prefer fucking living, breathing, responsive human beings.”
Yugi whimpered softly. “I’m sorry, Yami. I’ll try harder next time.”
Yami rolled his eyes. He stood up and quickly dressed. “Next time..hmph..” He tucked in his
shirt and turned toward the door.
Yugi bit his lip. “Where are you going?”
“Don’t worry about it.” Yami scoffed as he left Yugi laying there fucked and naked.
***********
A/N:
Damn it. That lemon took longer than I expected to. Oh well, I guess I can let my muses play a
little before Kaiba’s New Years Eve party. If I see enough reviews I'll post the next chapter Monday or
Tuesday. It’s quite a pivotal chapter, lots will happen. I know this for a fact...I already wrote
most of it ^_~ Kaiba WILL be there, I PROMISE. As for any typo's you might find, I'll have them fixed later tonight.
Thank you for the reviews!! I love you!!
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