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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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Here today, Gone to Hell

            “Pharaoh? Whoowho, are you okay?” Yugi asked, gently shaking the Pharaoh’s arm as he
knelt down on the bathroom floor.
Yami coughed and spit out the lacy pink bra out of his mouth. He blinked his eyes a few times
until things started coming into focus. “Aibou? Is that you?”
Yugi nodded his head. “Yeah, it’s me. Can you get up?” He took a look at Yami and sighed. The
former Pharaoh could barely keep his eyes open, much less move. Yugi didn’t even want to
know how Yami ended up an over-sized cannoli, he just wanted to get him out of the tub.
“Would you mind getting out? I need to take a shower and go to bed.”
Yami cleared his throat and took a few deep breaths. “What time is it?”
“A little after midnight, Happy New Year.” Yugi answered.
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
Yugi brushed his disoriented yami’s bangs out of his eyes. “You’ve been passed out all day. I
tried getting you up before so we could go to Kaiba’s party, but you were really out of it; so I left
you sleep.”
Yami grabbed the side of the bathtub and slowly slid himself up, resting on the back of the tub.
He looked down and realized he was wrapped in the shower curtain. “This is quite...puzzling.”
He said, raising his eyebrow.
“Need some help?” Yugi kindly offered, chuckling half-heartedly at his yami’s predicament.
Yami bit his lower lip and laughed nervously, “Yeah, probably.”
Yugi reached down and started unwrapping Yami. Once the shower curtain was off, Yami’s
body revealed another story. He was covered in bite and scratch marks. Instead of asking
questions, Yugi helped Yami up.
The Pharaoh wavered on his feet. He grabbed Yugi’s shoulder and used it to hold himself up.
“Yugi?”
“Yes, Yami?”
“Would you mind driving me to Kaiba’s party after I get some clothes on? I was supposed to
meet somebody there.”
Yugi groaned. “But I was going to-”
Yami batted his eye lashes and stuck out his lower lip. “Pleeeease, aibou? I promise I’ll make it
up to you.”
Yugi rolled his eyes. “I suppose.”

Bakura’s POV

“Gum?”
“Sure.” I’m not going to turn down a freebie; thanks, Marik. You know, I’m really glad I’m
standing outside these glass doors looking in, instead of inside looking out right now. When the
new year arrives, Kaiba’s going to regret pissing Marik and myself off so many times. Only a
few more minutes now. Really I could give a shit less about another fucking year. They all start
to run together after the first...oh, 21 or so, give or take. At least this year is going to start with a
little excitement, unlike last year. Last year I sat home with Ryou watching some ridiculous ball
drop on television. Mortals are so easily amused. Ryou was acting like it was some kind of big
deal. Pshh. It seemed completely pointless to me. Given all Ryou’s hype, I was expecting the
stupid thing to come crashing to the ground, shatter into millions of pieces, and decapitate all
those screaming idiots on the television. All we got was a camera shot of a teleprompter flashing
the new year. Oh yay. I remember stuffing Ryou into a snowbank head first for that. It was much
more exciting hearing him scream. We ending up having a midnight snowball fight. I slipped on
the icy walkway and nearly broke my ass that night. That was so embarrassing.
            Anyways, this ‘so called’ party of Kaiba’s is about to get turned up a few notches. Some
of Marik’s latest minions have taken the liberty of adding a few hundred pounds of this powdery
substance called ‘Jell-O’ to the confetti-shit that’s going to be dropped at the stroke of midnight.
You know, I really wonder where Marik meets the people he associates with. They’re all so
...odd. I wonder how many of them he’s fucked. Actually, I probably don’t want to know that bit
of information.. Why am I even wasting time thinking about this? There’s more important
matters at hand; like figuring out why Marik keeps grabbing his crotch. Maybe his pants are too
tight, not that I’m going to complain about that. His ass looks very enticing in those jeans; though
mine looks better. I should grab his ass just for the hell of it and see what he does. Or wait...no, I
have a better idea!

Marik’s POV
“AH! Bakura, what the fuck?”
“Happy New Year.”
            Smartass, I’ll get him back for that later. Nobody pinches my ass without some sort of
repercussion. Grrrr...I’ll get you back, Bakura. That’s a promise. He’s probably expecting me to
grab him back, but I think I’ll take a different approach. I’m going to wait a few more seconds
until midnight, and than lay the hottest kiss he’s ever had on him. He’ll never expect that. He’ll
be so caught up in listening to everybody screaming that I’ll take him completely off-guard. Only
three more seconds left. Heh, for a guy that doesn’t work out much, Bakura’s ass isn’t half bad.
My ass looks better, but hey, not everybody can be perfect.
“Bakura?”
“Huh?”
Two. Get that tongue ready, Tomb-robber.
“Happy New Year.”
One. I give Bakura a quick shove, throwing him back against the glass behind him. Not a forceful
shove, just enough to surprise him. I grab the collar of his black button up shit and pull our
mouths together. I can feel the vibration from his deep moan against my hands as I release his
collar run my palms up his neck. His tongue has found its way into my mouth, battling me for
control. He grabs my hips and pulls our bodies together. Our mouths are engaged together in
hungry combat. Neither of us is showing any sign of submission; just as I was hoping for. I can
taste the alcohol still lingering on his breath, but the gum I gave him earlier has covered most that
up. He kind of tastes like peppermint schnapps now. Yum.
            I hear screaming! HAHA! I’m going to assume our little shenanigan inside is a success! If
Bakura and I are going to continue with what we are doing, it would probably be a good idea if
we moved away from these doors. Any second now, I can guarantee there will be a flood of
people storming out of them, and I don’t particularly like the thought of being tramped tonight.

Bakura’s POV

            Marik suddenly pulled away from me. His breathing heavy, his eyes are half closed. His
cheeks have a tinge of red in them.
“Like that?” He asks, nipping my lower lip.
“Maybe.” I answer him, caressing his hips with my hands.
“Let’s go back to my van.”
“Why?” I asked, even though I know exactly why. The bulge in the front of his jeans gives him
away. Marik wants to fuck, I just want to hear him say it.
“I want to fuck you, Bakura.” He growls as he starts pulling me away
“We’ll just see who will be fucking who.” I reply as we slip out of sight.
            I know, I’m giving into him way to easy, but can you think of a better way to bring in a
new year? I didn’t think so.

Normal POV

                        “Wow, I think the party’s over.” Yugi said as he and Yami watched a flock of
people covered in white powder spill out into the streets.
Yami chuckled and popped a little white Tic-Tac into his mouth. He opened his car door and
stepped outside. “Let’s go see what happened.”
“Okay,” Yugi nodded.
“Hey!” Jounouchi shouted, waving his hands as he ran to meet up with Yami and Yugi.
“Whoa, Jou! What happened to you!” Yugi gasped.
Jounouchi dusted some powder out of his hair and sighed. “You wouldn’t believe me if I swore
on a stack of god cards.”

            “Hey, that looks like Marik’s van parked over there!” Malik shouted as he and Ryou
barreled through the alley on Malik’s motorcycle.
“I think I see Marik... and I think Bakura’s with him!” Ryou shouted back over the rapping noise
bouncing between the buildings.
Malik wrapped his arms around Ryou’s waist and hugged him tightly. He breathed in the lulling
soft scent of Ryou’s cologne and rested his chin on the white-haired man’s shoulder. “I’m sorry I
ruined everything tonight, I didn’t mean to.” He said somberly.
Ryou let off the gas and began slowing down as they drew near Marik’s van. He rested back
against Malik and nuzzled his cheek with his nose. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m not
really surprised that you have a warrant out for your arrest. I’m actually more surprised that my
name came up clear.”
A small smile appeared on Malik’s face. “Thank you for sending that cop to the Shadow Realm.
I’m surprised you would even do that sort of thing for me, I know you don’t like using shadow
magic.”
“He didn’t really leave me much of a choice.” Ryou chuckled as he parked the bike.
Malik swung his leg around and hopped off.
“Um...Malik? Is that your sister talking to Marik?” Ryou asked as he got off the motorcycle.
Malik slapped his palm against his forehead. “Shit! Yeah, that’s her alright. Damn it, this is just
not my night.”
“Malik! There you are!” Ishizu exclaimed, running up to her younger brother as he approached.
She threw her arms around him and gave him a big hug.
Malik made a face and pulled away from her. “Why are you here, sister?”
Marik glared at Ishizu and pulled Malik into his arms. “Have I told you how much I hate you
today, Ishizu? If not, I’m saying it now.”
“Yami Marik, will you please be quiet? I need to talk to my brother.”
“Uh...guys?” Ryou said nervously, seeing red and blue flashing lights..
“I’m more a part of him than you are, bitch, so just fuck off!” Marik snarled, holding Malik back
possessively.

            Yami pushed open one of the back doors and looked out. “Hey, I think I see our friends
over there.” He said as they stepped outside.
“M’hm, I think you’re right,” Yugi nodded. “I wonder what’s going on.”
Yami took hold of Yugi’s hand and laughed. “It probably has something to do with the Jell-O in
the swimming pool. Let’s go talk to them, I’m dying to hear what we just missed.”
“Is there a problem here?” Yami asked as he approached. He let go of Yugi’s hand and stood
next to Marik.
Ishizu’s eyes grew wide. “Pharaoh!” she exclaimed. Ishizu bowed her head in reverence.
“Oh gods.” Marik groaned, rolling his eyes.
Ryou poked his head around the corner of the building and looked around nervously. He spotted
five cop cars parked in front of the alley blocking it. “Uh...can we all talk somewhere else?”
Marik released Malik from his arms and grabbed the collar of Yami’s shirt.
“There’s my sexy bitch, c’mere you...” he smirked as he pulled the Pharaoh up into a deep kiss.
Ishizu gasp and she clapped her hand over her mouth. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she
fainted right there on the spot.
Marik ran his fingers through the Pharaoh’s hair, moaning into his mouth. “Mm..baby..so hot.”
Yami (very willingly) reciprocated the unexpected kiss, wrapping his arms around Marik’s neck,
weaving his fingers together. He tilted his head to the side and slipped his tongue into Marik’s
warm mouth. He wrapped his leg around Marik’s thigh, grinding their bodies together; making
sure certain areas made contact. “Nnn...Marik.” He moaned as Marik’s hands slid down his
thighs.
Yugi walked over by Bakura, who was leaning back on the front of the van smoking a cigarette.
“Hey, Kura, how’s it goin’?”
Bakura raised an eyebrow. He grinned and reached for Yugi’s hand. “Hey, you made it.” Bakura
leaned down and gave Yugi a quick kiss on the cheek.
Yugi crossed his arms and leaned back against the grill of the van. “Yeah, I made it, but I don’t
really feel like sticking around.”
“Why?” Bakura asked while taking the last drag of his cigarette.
Yugi looked up at Bakura. His eyes were full of anger. “I just found out Yami had sex with
Jounouchi last night.”
Bakura flicked his cigarette away and cleared his throat. “Jounouchi? Are you serious?”
Yugi nodded his head. “Yami has known for years that I’ve had a crush on Jou. It really makes
me mad.
“OH GODS, MARRRIK!” Yami moaned loudly.
Bakura and Yugi both snapped their eyes in the direction of Yami’s voice.
Yugi slapped his hand over his mouth.
Bakura blinked his eyes. All he could see was a set of skinny legs wrapped tight around a naked
mocha ass up against the glass building. Yami was hanging on tightly as Marik was pounding
into him. Bakura made a face. “That was certainly quick.”
“Yami?” Ryou asked as he joined Bakura and Yugi in front of the van.
Bakura looked up at his hikari. “You made it, great. Need something?”
Ryou nodded his head. “Yes. I need to talk to you.”
“About?”
“Malik.”
“So talk”
Ryou looked over his should back at the flashing red and blue lights, than looked at Malik; who
was keeping a sharp eye out for the police. Ryou knew they needed to get as far from the law as
possible, for Malik’s sake. One cop in the shadow realm was enough, he didn’t want to have to
send the entire precinct. Ryou stuffed his hands in his coat pockets and looked at Bakura. “Can
we go somewhere a little less busy?”
Bakura held up his hands. “Whatever it is, I didn’t do it,” he said in his own defense.
Yugi wrapped his arm around Bakura’s waist and giggled, “Guilty conscience, Kura?”
Bakura swatted Yugi on the butt and chuckled, “Who, me? Never.”
Yugi smiled and went back to cuddling so Bakura could continue his conversation with Ryou.
“So where do you propose we all go and...talk?” Bakura asked.
“The studio is only a few blocks away, how about there?” Malik suggested.
Bakura glanced over at Marik and Yami, who’s moans and groans of unbridled passion were
getting louder and more intense by the minute. “That’s fine, but what about them?” He chuckled,
shaking his head at the rabidly fucking couple.
“We’ll just leave them my bike,” Malik said as he walked around the van.
Bakura cocked his head. He noticed the handcuff clamped around Malik’s left wrist flash in the
light. Bakura turned to Ryou. He grinned ferally at his hikari.
Ryou rolled his eyes. He knew exactly what was going through his yami’s mind.
Malik began to dance around nervously. “Can we hurry up and get the hell out of here?” He
asked, glancing over his shoulder.
Bakura looked down at Yugi. “You coming with?”
Yugi opened his mouth to speak, but the sound of the Pharaoh’s voice echoed through the alley
instead.
“Fuck me harder, Marik!! Do it! Uhhhhh! OH, yeah, baby...fuck yeah! That’s the spot!”
Bakura grinned and took Yugi by the hand. “Come on, let’s go. Hopefully Honda won’t have his
dick stuck of a bottle...or worse when we get to the studio.”


            Marik chuckled, catching Yami’s attention. He gripped onto the Pharaoh’s hips tightly as
he withdrew himself.
Yami opened his eyes halfway and looked up at the Egyptian curiously. “What’s so funny?” He
asked, noticing Marik's eyes intently focused between their legs.
Marik grinned. “I like watching myself go in and out of you,” he said as he swirled his thumb
around in the milky substance seeping from the head of Yami’s length.
Yami squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered. His arousal twitched under the Egyptian’s touch.
He thrust his hips upward. “Gods Ishtar, make me cum already!”
“Hey, where did everybody go?” Marik asked suddenly, stopping what he was doing to look
around.
“Who cares! Fuck me!” Yami snarled as he reached down to stroke his needy erection.
Marik licked his lips and grinned down at Yami. “Mm...Say that for me again.”
“Fuck. Me. NOW.” Yami hissed, thrusting into his own firm grip.
Marik watched intently as Yami’s hand move up and down his length. “Ra, you’re so fucking
sexy when you do that,” he purred. “But I don’t want you cumming just yet. I want us to try
something first.”
“What?” Yami panted heavily.
Marik thrust into Yami deep, causing the Pharaoh to cry out in pleasure and pain. Marik leaned
over and nipped at the Pharaoh’s earlobe. “Wrap your legs around me....tight.”
Yami whimpered in response and very willingly complied with Marik’s instructions.
Marik carried Yami over to Malik’s motorcycle and sat him down on the seat. He brought their
mouths together and kissed Yami deeply. “Pharaoh... turn around..grab...the handle bars...”
“Mm...Marik...yessss....” Yami moaned into the blonde’s mouth. He slowly pulled their mouths
apart and turned around, offering his back side to Marik.
Marik swung his leg over the seat and straddled the smooth black leather.
Yami turned his head and looked back at Marik. “Ride me, Ishtar...come on.”
Marik positioned himself and thrust into Yami with a resounding growl that echoed through the
alley.

            “So what you’re telling me that the police have a warrant out for Malik’s arrest.” Bakura
stated, reiterating what Ryou had just explained to him on the way to the radio station.
Ryou nodded his head as they walked into the studio, following Yugi and Malik. “Yes, what do
you think we should do?”
“Hmm...” Bakura thought aloud as he closed the door behind him.
“Hey guys, what brings you here?” Honda asked curiously.
“Oh, nothing. We’re just here to spy on you.” Bakura smirked. He waved for Ryou and Malik to
follow him into the side room where the listener incentives were stored.
Yugi stayed behind and chatted with Honda.
Bakura reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his switchblade knife. “Give me your hand,”
he said to Malik firmly.
“You’re not going to cut it off, I hope.”
“What do you think?” Bakura chuckled. He grabbed Malik’s wrist, than plunged the tip of his
knife into the keyhole of the handcuff.
Malik’s eyes grew wide.
Bakura quickly jimmied the locking mechanism open like a pro.
“Thank you.” Malik smiled, rubbing his sore wrist.
Bakura shrugged his shoulder and slipped the cuffs into the jacket pocket. “Anytime.”
“So what should we do?” Ryou asked, taking hold of Malik’s freed hand.
Bakura lit up a cigarette and slipped his switchblade back in his pocket. “Patience, my light, have
patience,” he began. Bakura gave Ryou and Malik a quick wink before turning to leave the room.
“I do suggest the both of you spend some ‘quality’ time together while I’m formulating a plan
though.”
“But why?” Malik asked nervously.
“Figure it out.” Bakura said as he walked out and closed the door.
*********
A/N: I am so fucking sorry it took so long to get this posted. Hopefully the scene here at my end
will settle down soon. I know I did a sloppy job typing this chapter up, so tonight I’ll re-read it
one last time to correct any screw-ups.
*~*~*
Marik: Hey Bakura
Bakura: What do you want now, Ishtar. Grr...
Marik: Look! (_|_)
Bakura: O.o That's just wrong. Sexy as hell, but still wrong. *eye roll* Ishtars...
Marik: *wink* You love me, I know it. I can see it in you pants.
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