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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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Bad Boys Running Wild

            “Ryou? Are you alive?” Marik asked, poking Ryou in the chest with his finger.
Ryou groaned and rolled over onto his back. “Malik?” He asked, his voice somewhat hoarse.
“No, it’s me, Marik. How are you feeling?”
Ryou opened his eyes and blinked a few times, letting his eyes adjust to the light. His hair was
sticking up every which way, causing Marik to laugh. “What’s so funny?” He asked, rubbing his
bloodshot eyes.
Marik sat on the edge of the bed. He reached over and ruffled up Ryou’s hair “Nothing major.
You just look a lot like your yami right now. I’m trying to hunt everybody down. You’re the
only member of this household that I’ve been able to find so far.”
Ryou looked around the room. He squinted his eyes. “What am I doing here, where is Malik?”
Marik shrugged his shoulders. “The fuck if I know. I was just going to asked you the same thing.
I need to talk to him about his pesty sister. I spent half the night trying to avoid her.”
Ryou yawned, stretching his arms above his head. “Where did you see him last?”
“The kitchen, but he’s not in the apartment anywhere. Neither are Bakura, Yugi, or the
Pharaoh.”
“Oh, alright. I suppose I can help you look for them. Mind helping me to the bathroom though,
first? I’m not feeling so well.”
“Of course.” Marik snickered, helping Ryou up.

            Malik yawned sleepily and rolled over onto his side. The radio was playing quietly. As
Malik’s brain woke up, his thought processes began to click. The last thing he remembered was
him and Bakura going at it in Marik’s van. He slowly opened his eyes to see if he was still there
or not. He was surprised to see Bakura was still there with him. He yawned again, gently shaking
the sleeping thief’s arm. “Hey, wake up.” He said in a groggy voice.
Bakura snarled and slapped Malik’s hand. “Fuck off...sleeping..asshole...slash..fucking throat....”
Malik retracted his hand and chuckled to himself. He rolled of the mattress and gathered up their
clothes. “Bakura, come on, get up. You know where you are, right?”
Bakura groaned as he rolled onto his back. “It’s too fucking early, leave me alone.” He
muttered, flopping his arm back above his head.
Malik pulled on his jeans. He shook his head as he looked at the sleeping thief. Bakura’s hair
was flat on one side, and sticking up all over an the other. It looked pretty funny; Malik had to
laugh.
Bakura opened his eyes and propped himself up on his elbows, glaring at Malik. “Knock it off.
Laughing is not allowed this early in the morning.”
Malik put on his button-up shirt from the day prior and smiled at Bakura. “I can’t help it, you
just look so sexy right now.”
Bakura rolled his eyes and flopped backwards onto the mattress. “Oh fuck you, Malik. Shut up, I
know you’re lying.”
Malik chuckled lightly as he held up the t-shirt he’d worn under the button up shirt –the one
Bakura had sliced in two. An idea popped into his head. He shifted his eyes from the shirt over
to Bakura; who happened to have his arms laying back above his head.
Before Bakura knew what hit him, Malik pounced on top of him and bound his wrists with the t-shirt. Bakura didn’t stand a chance. The shock factor of Malik pouncing him, mixed with the
fact that he was still half asleep, set him up as easy prey.
Malik growled playfully as he looked down at Bakura. “My turn now...” He grinned, nipping at
Bakura’s bottom lip.
Bakura smirked. Now that they were in full light, he was finally able to see the damage he’d
done the night before. Malik’s neck looked like a game of connect the dots gone awry. “Ooh,
now that’s sexy.” Bakura chuckled.
“What’s sexy?” Malik asked.
“You’ll see.” Bakura grinned, shifting his eyes upward. “Hmm..It seems that you’ve managed to
subdue me. Do you plan on using this to your advantage?”
Malik wiggled his eyebrows. “You’re easy to take advantage of, damn right I plan on it.”
Malik’s mouth crashed down onto Bakura’s, locking them together in a furious kiss.
“Wasn’t... once... enough?” Bakura asked between breaths.
Malik reached down and rubbed Bakura’s manhood. He pulled his lips away from Bakura’s and
held the thief down flat on his back. “Once too much is twice as nice...uke Bakura.”
Bakura narrowed his eyes, but that’s all he could do.
Malik had him pinned, leaving him completely vulnerable.

            “I think we’ve found the Pharaoh.” Ryou giggled as he and Marik stood looking down
into the bathtub.
“Is that lipstick smeared on his face?”
“Yes, I think it is.”
“Hmm, I wonder how he got there.” Marik asked, snapping a quick picture.
“More so, I wonder how the hell did he managed to get wrapped in the shower curtain with some
woman’s lacy pink underwear in his mouth...hmm.” Ryou shifted a slightly disturbed suspicious
eye towards Marik.
Marik draped his arm around Ryou and turned them around, facing out of the bathroom. “He
wasn’t with me, if that’s what you’re trying to insinuate.”
Ryou sighed. “Well, whatever it was that happened in there, it looks like Yami’s going to owe us
for a shower curtain rod.”
“And an explanation.” Marik added.
Ryou nodded his head. “We’ve found one person, that leaves us with three more to locate now. I
hope we find them soon though, I have a concert to get ready for.”
“Oh yeah, that’s right; you and Malik are going to the Demon’s Lair tonight for their New Year’s
Eve party.”
Ryou nodded his head as they left the apartment to search in the halls for their missing cohorts.
“Yes, that’s correct. We feel awful about missing Kaiba’s party, but oh well I guess. We have
our priorities.”
“You can always stop by Kaiba’s after the show.” Marik suggested, kicking some trash on the
floor left by party goers out of his path.
“That’s what we’ll probably end up doing.” Ryou answered as he walked down the stairs.
Marik followed Ryou down.
“I wonder if they could be outside?” Ryou asked, pushing open the main entrance door.
“Could be.” Marik answered, stepping out and looking around the parking lot. He couldn’t help
but notice that his van was rocking back and forth seemingly all by itself. “What the fuck?” He
asked nobody in particular.
“Huh?” Ryou questioned him, not noticing the van practically bouncing up and down off the
pavement.
“We need to do a little investigating, follow me.” Marik replied, heading toward his van.
“Oh my...do I really want to see what that’s all about?” Ryou asked himself aloud, finally
noticing Marik’s love bus rocking away. Going against his better judgement, he followed along.
Marik looked back at Ryou as he reached for the side door handle. “You know Ryou, you may
want to look away.”
Ryou chuckled as Marik opened the door. “I think I have an idea of what’s going...on..in..oh
my...goodness...” Ryou’s voice trailed off into a whisper.
“Oh hell yeah! Go Malik! Ride that bitch for all he’s worth!” Marik laughed, pumping his fist in
the air.
Malik beared his teeth and screamed as he thrust his release into the tomb-robber.
Bakura squeezed his legs around Malik’s waist and groaned loudly as Malik collapsed on top of
him.
Once they’d caught their breath, they looked at Marik and Ryou, finally noticing them standing
them.
“Uh...hello...can we help you?” Malik laughed, rolling off of Bakura.
Marik stepped up into the van and sat next to Malik. He put his arm around him and kissed his
cheek. “Maybe.”
Bakura groaned as he sat up. He looked at Ryou, who was seriously blushing. “Enjoy the show,
little hentai?” He asked, reaching for his pants.
Ryou’s cheeks grew even more red.
Bakura pulled on his jeans and crawled on all fours over to his blushing hikari. He reached for
Ryou’s hand and pulled him up into the van. Bakura than sat up and pulled Ryou down on his
lap. “Nice hair” He chuckled patting Ryou’s bed head.
“Ewe, what smells so bad?” Ryou asked, pinching his nose.
Marik rolled his eyes and shook his head. “That’s fuck, Ryou. I can’t believe you two have been
in my van bumping uglies all night and didn’t invite me! That’s just wrong. You broke in my van
without me...I should send you both to hell. You suck.”
Bakura looked at Malik and grinned. “Mission accomplished. Nice work, brat.”
Malik bit his lip and chuckled. “We make a good team.”
Ryou leaned back against Bakura and stretched his legs out in front of himself. He absently
rubbed Bakura’s arm as he directed his attentions to Malik. “So what time do you think we
should we leave for the show tonight?”
Malik shrugged his shoulders. “Whenever we’re ready, I guess. The tickets say the doors open at
five, so probably uh...four?”
Ryou nodded his head. “Sounds good. That gives us an hour to get ready than.”
Malik’s eyes grew wide. “Excuse me? It can’t be three o’clock already!”
Marik grinned. He opened his mouth to speak, but Malik gave him a sharp elbow to the ribs.
“Don’t even say it.”
Marik held his hands up in front of himself in mock surrender. “What? I was just going to
suggest that Bakura and I get ready for Kaiba’s party!”
Malik rolled his eyes. “Suuuure you were.”
Bakura gave Ryou a quick kiss on the cheek before shoving him off his lap. “You’re right Marik,
we should start getting ready. Were you able to get the stuff?”
Marik grinned devilishly as he moved to get out of the van. “Oh yes, the ‘stuff’ is on its way as
we speak.”
“What ‘stuff’?” Malik asked curiously, following Marik out.
“Oh nothing.” Marik chuckled.
“I’m getting a very bad feeling.” Ryou remarked as he followed Marik, Bakura, and Malik out of
the van.
Bakura and Marik laughed evilly as they all headed back up to the apartment.

            “Well, we’re out of here. Don’t get yourselves in too much trouble tonight.” Ryou smiled
as he buttoned up his blue denim jacket.
“Oh don’t worry, Ryou, Bakura and I will be perfect little angels tonight.” Marik snorted,
winking at Malik.
“Pfffft, riiiight...fallen angels is more like it. The fact that you’re blocking our mind link tells me
your both up to no good.” Malik answered him, giving Marik’s arm a playful punch.
Bakura handed Ryou the Millennium Ring. “Take this with you, just in case.”
Ryou nodded and slipped the item over his head. “Thank you, yami. Hopefully I won’t need to
use it.”
Bakura kissed Ryou on the cheek. “Why? You could have so much fun feeding chumps to the
shadows.”
Ryou shook his head and chuckled. “Uh...I’ll keep that in mind.”
Malik draped his arm around Ryou’s shoulders. “Ready to go, baby cakes?”
“Did you just call me ‘Baby Cakes?”
Malik kissed Ryou’s cheek and laughed. “Let’s ride.”
“See you both later.” Marik grinned mischievously as Ryou and Malik left. He turned to Bakura
once they heard Malik’s motorcycle leaving the premises. “You ready?”
Bakura nodded his head sharply.

            “Now play it cool, we don’t want anybody suspecting anything.” Marik whispered to
Bakura as they approached Kaiba Corps main entrance.
Bakura lit up a cigarette before they went inside. “If they suspect anything, it’s your fault. I’m
not the one wearing a t-shirt that says, ‘Beware my Flaming Rod of Vengeance”. You’re just
begging for attention, aren’t you?” Bakura pointed out, taking a casual puff of his cigarette as
they walked inside.
“Hey, like this shirt. Fuck off.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah....whatever. Let’s go in. This party is not nearly as loud as it should be. We
need to teach these pathetic rich bitch mortals how to have a good time.”
            “Holy shit, there has to be over a 5000 people here!” Marik gasped, looking around the
lively party.
Bakura grinned at the ‘$’ shaped pool off to their left. “The more the merrier, eh?”
Marik ran his fingers over a small area on the back leg of a huge Blue Eyes White Dragon
sculpture that was made of ice. A line of party goers were gathered at the had of the sculpture
holding wine glasses. The glasses were being filled with whatever it was that was bubbling out
of the sculpture’s mouth. The people filling their glasses were acting very drunk, so Marik and
Bakura both were led to believe it was alcohol spewing from the ice dragon. “I see Kaiba spared
no expense.”
“That’s just weird. A booze barfing Blue Eyes White Dragon. ” Bakura remarked as they walked
up to bar.
“Well look who we have here,” Kaiba said dryly, sipping a glass of red wine. He was standing
near the bar talking to some stuffy looking suit and tie people. “The pup told me he invited guys,
though I don’t know why. Neither of you really strike me worthy of stepping foot into Kaiba
Corps, but I suppose you can stay. Where are your better halves?”
Bakura rolled his eyes. “Blow it out your stinking rich-boy ass, meathead. I’ve got a dagger with
your name on it.”
“My name isn’t ‘Hasbro*’ last time I checked.” Seto snickered. (*don’t own it)
Bakura narrowed his eyes and cracked his knuckles.
Marik grinned as he stepped in front of Bakura. “Hello to you too, Kaiba. Long time no see. Tell,
me did they get back together yet?”
Seto took a sip of his wine and cocked his head. “Who?” He asked.
“Your butt cheeks.” Marik laughed, slapping his leg. He tugged at Bakura’s sleeve. “C’mon
Bakura, let’s take advantage of the open bar and see how much of Kaiba’s money we can piss
out tonight.”
Seto rolled his eyes as he watched them walking away. “Whatever.”
Bakura glanced back over his shoulder at the brunette CEO as he and Marik headed up to the
bar. “What I wouldn’t give to ram my cock down his throat. That would shut his smart-ass up.”
Marik shrugged his shoulders. “I wouldn’t let him get to me if I were you, we’re going to have
the last laugh tonight anyway.”
Bakura’s frown flipped over as they found seats next to each other at the bar. “True...very true. I
still hate rich people though.”
“Along with every other living thing.” Marik added.
“Is it that obvious?” Bakura asked, waving over a bartender.
Marik smirked and nodded his head. “Just a bit. Hey, isn’t that Jounouchi over there?”
Bakura turned and looked. He spotted Jounouchi and Kaiba talking to one another in front of a
long table with all sorts of food on it. “Ahh, yes, I think it is.”
Jounouchi leaned up and gave Kaiba a quick kiss on the cheek.
Kaiba didn’t seem to mind. He ran his fingers through the blonde’s hair.
Bakura looked back at Marik. They both couldn’t believe their eyes.
Marik shook his head in disbelief. “Holy shit! Cha-Ching! We’ve hit pay dirt, my friend.”
Bakura grinned mischievously. “This is going to be so much fun. You did remember your
camera, correct?”
“Damn right I remembered it. Never leave home without it.” Marik laughed as he spun around
facing the bar to order himself a drink.
            After a couple hours tossing back drinks, Bakura and Marik were more than ready to
make this a New Year’s party that wouldn’t be forgotten anytime soon...well, almost. After a
quick trip to the bathroom they would be ready to make this an unforgettable New Year. Marik
wanted to make sure he still looked sexy, and Bakura actually had to go.
Marik stopped in front of a big mirror and admired himself. “Did you see how Jounouchi
slobbering all over Kaiba tonight?” He asked as he primped his hair.
“Yes, I did. It was disgusting. It’s going to be so much fun exploiting them later. We need to
focus on other business right now though, are you sure your rare hunters have everything in
place?”
Marik leaned closer to the mirror and looked at his sparkly white teeth. “Yes, I’m positive. You almost done?”
“In a minute.”
Marik turned around and looked at the reflection of his perfect little ass in the mirror while
Bakura finished his business. He smiled arrogantly as he admired the one of a kind perfection
that was him. “Damn I look damn hot tonight, don’t you agree, Bakura?”
Bakura rolled his eyes as he zipped up his jeans. “You have a one track mind, do you ever stop?”
“Stop what?” Marik asked.
Bakura pulled his jack knife out of his pocket and began unscrewing the face plate of an air duct
up on the wall. “Forget it. It’s almost midnight; time to start some fires.”
Marik grinned devilishly as Bakura pulled the face plate down.
“Mind giving me a lift?” Bakura asked, reaching up for the air duct.
Marik smirked. “It would be my pleasure.”
Bakura hoisted himself up as much as he could, expecting Marik to catch him and boost him up.
Instead, he felt to hands groping his ass. “What the hell are you doing, freak! Hands off!”
Marik snickered as he boosted Bakura up. “Sorry, it had to be done. I’ll meet you by the front
door in 20 minutes.”
Bakura squeezed himself up into the tiny crawl space. He barely fit, but he managed. “Sounds
good.”

            Ryou stood in line in front of Malik. They were waiting to use the bathroom. Ryou
looked down at his watch. “Only a few more minutes until the New Year.”
Malik leaned back against the wall and reached into his jacket pocket. He pulled out the same
pack of cigarettes he’d been smoking a few days before. He lit one up and sighed. “I can’t
believe Smashing Skulls only played for an hour. They didn’t even play ‘Like a Devil.’ Fuckers.
What a rip off.”
Ryou poked his head up to see how long the line was in front of them. “I hate to say it Malik, but
it looks like we’ll be bringing in the New Year in the can.”
Malik rolled his eyes and took a drag of his cigarette. “Ooh. Yay. I get to bring in New Year
holding my own dick. What a thrill.”
Ryou bit his lip and sighed. “I’m sorry, Malik. I know you aren’t having any fun tonight. Maybe
we should head on over to Kaiba’s party.”
“That sounds like a good idea.” Malik nodded.

            Bakura pushed out a second air vent cover and emerged from the air duct onto the
catwalk, which encompassed the proximity of the room above the party. Armed with a screw
driver, a roll of duct tape, and his jackknife, Bakura went unnoticed as he crept along the
catwalk above the ‘$’ shaped pool. There was a huge tarp rigged up that held the glitter and
confetti that was going to be dropped at the stroke of midnight. Bakura crossed over the catwalk
over to a small room. There was a younger looking man dressed like a freaky little thug sitting in
front of a soundboard.
Bakura knew exactly where he was...the room where the deejay was attending to the music. He
licked his lips as he snuck up behind him very quietly.
Before the little thug guy new what hit him, Bakura had him in a headlock and was holding his
jackknife to his throat.
“Happy New Year, punk.” Bakura chuckled.
The man swallowed hard. “Wwwhaaatttat?” Yep, he was scared shitless. His English went right
out the window at that point.
Bakura rolled his eyes. “Just shut up and sit in that chair. I’ll take over from here.”
The guy did as Bakura told him to without arguing. (He was really scared, poor dude.)
Bakura quickly duct taped him to the chair and went to work.

            “That’s the last of it.” Mokuba said to Marik as they stood outside a back exit.
“Excellent, I appreciate you coming out and doing this on such short notice.” Marik grinned.
Mokuba shrugged his shoulders. “Not a problem. I’m sure my brother will love what you and
Bakura are doing. Seto’s gonna be so surprised! I can’t wait to see his face when all the glitter
falls from the ceiling at midnight! It’s gonna be so cool!”
“Oh yes, he’s in for a real shocker.” Marik nodded, trying to keep a straight face. He’d only let
young Mokuba in on part of his and Bakura’s little scheme. Glitter wasn’t the only thing that was
going to be falling from the ceiling! (*evil grin*)
“Well, I’ll see you later! Bye, Marik! Happy New Year!” Mokuba waved as he headed back
inside.
“Ta-ta, little man!” Marik snickered as he walked out into an alley. He placed two fingers up to
his mouth and whistled. A small group of guys dressed in dark purple hooded cloaks suddenly
appeared from the shadows and stood before Marik. All of them were holding shovels.
“You know the plan, so get to work.” Marik’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he held up the
Millennium Rod. (Like VISA, don’t leave home without it!)
“Yes, Master Marik.” They all replied in unison.
Marik laughed to himself as he headed around to the front of the building to meet back up with
Bakura.
Ishizu practically ran him over as he rounded the corner.
“Hey, what the hell!?” Marik growled, placing his hand on the building to break his fall.
Ishizu grabbed Marik by the front of his shirt. She seemed frantic about something.“There you
are! I need to speak to my brother, NOW!”

            Malik stood in front of a bush in front of the club and nonchalantly unzipped his fly.
Ryou stood behind Malik with his back turned, keeping guard. “Hurry up, I don’t want you
getting caught doing this.” He said in a hushed voice.
“Don’t worry, all I’m doing is taking a leak. What’s so bad about that?”
Ryou laughed nervously. “Well it’s kind of illegal, Malik.”
“Not where I come from. And besides, they should be thanking me for watering the bushes.”
“Oh shit.” Ryou gasped, “Quick, zip it up! There’s a cop walking toward us! Hurry, hurry,
hurry!”
“I can’t just stop! Cover for me!” Malik growled, trying to speed things along.
“Are you doing what I think you’re doing, son?” The cop asked as he approached.
Ryou froze. He fiddled nervously with the pointers dangling from his Millennium Ring.
The officer looked at him suspiciously.
“Is there a problem, officer?” Ryou asked, his voice sounding a little shaky.
The officer frowned. “Is there something going on here that shouldn’t be?” He asked, folding his
arms in front of his puffed up chest.
Malik let out a whimper. In his hurry to put himself away, he’d accidently got his ‘stuff’ caught
in his zipper. “No, everything is fine.” He squeaked as he fixed the problem, trying to mask the
pain in his voice.
The officer narrowed his eyes. “I think you both better come with me.”
“Damn it.” Malik griped as they followed the officer to his car.
The officer asked for both their ID’s and instructed them both to sit on the curb. He went into his
car to run their names.
Malik lit up a cigarette. “What the fuck is this guy’s problem, jeez o’ man.”
Ryou sighed. “I told you not to pee on that bush.”
Malik made a sour face. “Shut up, I had to go, damn it.”
Malik and Ryou looked up at the officer as he returned.
“Ryou Bakura, here’s your ID. You’re free to go. Malik Ishtar, I need you to come with me.”
“Why?” Malik asked, getting to his feet.
The officer reached for the handcuffs clipped to his uniform. “Get on the ground face down and
fold your hands behind your head. There’s a warrant out for your arrest.”
“SAY THAT AGAIN!?!” Malik gasped, backing away from the officer. “For what!? Peeing on a
stupid shrub?”
“I said get on the ground!” The officer reiterated, reaching for his gun.
“Fuck you!” Malik shrieked before trying to make a run for it.
Ryou braced himself.
The officer took off after Malik. He tackled him to the ground and slapped a handcuff on his
wrist.
Malik struggled to get away, but was unsuccessful. “Malik Ishtar, you have the right to remain-”
Suddenly the officer vanished.
Malik scrambled to his feet and caught his breath. “What.. just...happened?” He panted.
Ryou grabbed Malik’s hand and yanked him towards where they were parked. “You can thank
my yami for giving me the Millennium Ring tonight, that officer won’t be causing us any more
problems. We need to get out of here though, I’m sure he probably radioed for backup after he
ran our names. Hurry! We need to find Marik and ask him if he knows what’s going on.”
*****
This chapter got away on me. The muses kept thinking of things to add. Little hooligans...
WOW!! COOLNESS!
Thank you for all the reviews!!! I’m kinda excited now because Hellraisers was 22 chapters, and
has 168 reviews. HRII had170 reviews by chapter 13, so I REALLY must say I love you
peoples! Your reviews mean so much, thank you for taking the time to read my stuff!!! *hands
out chocolate kisses to the world’s greatest reviewers*
If you see any fuck ups, I’ll have them fixed later. I have an entire night to myself tonight.
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