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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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Chapter List
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Balls to the Wall (Breaking the Law)
* I don’t own “Breaking the Law” by Judas Priest. If they wanna sue, all they’re gonna get is two
broken cars, so fuck it. I don’t care!!!!! *flips off the law*

            Malik zipped up his faded blue jeans. He combed his fingers through his tousled blonde
hair as he twisted around to look back at Ryou.
Ryou’s flushed red cheeks stood out against his messy white hair. His light blue button up shirt
hung open, exposing his cat-scratched chest. A big grin swept over his face as his eyes locked
with Malik’s. “I could really go for some breakfast,” he chuckled.
“Any idea where my shirt ended up?” Malik asked, adjusting the gold bands he wore around his
neck.
Ryou scratched the top of his head and chuckled. He was holding something behind his back.
“Um...not really.”
Malik grinned at Ryou. “Don’t think I don’t see that. You’re hiding my shirt behind your back,
aren’t you?”
Ryou bit his lip. “Um..well...”
Grinning, Marik held out his hand. “It’s not summer quite yet, Sweet Cheeks; now hand it over.”
“Um..well...” Ryou gingerly handed him a scrap of torn white material, formerly known as a
shirt. “Here’s what’s left of it.”
Malik took the piece of material and made a funny face at Ryou.
Ryou covered his mouth with his hand and snickered. “Oops,” he laughed.
Malik tossed the scrap away and grabbed Ryou by the wrist. He pulled him into a hot and hungry
kiss, possessing Ryou’s mouth with his own.
Ryou moaned, closing his eyes as he let the Egyptian’s tongue paint the inside of his mouth.
Malik placed his hands on Ryou’s ass and pulled their half-clothed bodies together. “Gods Ryou,
I fucking love you.” He growled into his lover’s mouth.
Ryou ran his hands slowly up Malik’s sculpted chest and over his shoulders. “I love you too,
Malik. I just wish things could be easier for us.”
Malik closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Ryou’s so that the tips of their noses were
touching. He ran his hands up from Ryou’s ass up to the small of his back. “I’m sorry I’m such a
pain in the ass,” he whispered softly.
Ryou moaned lightly and kissed Malik’s lips. “My ass likes your kind of pain.”
Malik licked Ryou’s lips and kissed the tip of his nose. He smiled as he released him from his
arms. “You want to go at it again?” he asked, looking into his lover’s brilliant big brown eyes.
Ryou's hand snaked its way into Malik’s jeans and wrapped around Malik’s most intimate area .
Malik stiffened as Ryou gently squeezed his manhood.
Ryou nibbled at Malik’s neck. “This time I’m on top.”
Malik squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to keep from shivering. “I’m...not going to...argue.”

            Bakura walked across the street to the convenience store to get himself a pack of smokes
and a case of beer; items essential when one is cooking up a scheme in hell’s kitchen. The bells
above the glass door jingled as he walked inside. Even though he could a lot of talking, the store
was completely void of life; aside from the cashier, who was currently busy restocking a potato
chip display. The voices were coming from a strange looking gizmo behind the checkout
counter. It sounded like some kind of radio.
“Evening,” she smiled at Bakura as he passed her.
“M’hm,” Bakura replied as he opened the glass cooler door. He heard a strange noise, followed
by some chattering.
“11-99! 11-99!” Chhhhhh... “10-52 downtown, HURRY! 11-44!” Chhhh...”Code 99!”
Bakura walked up to the counter with his beer and stared at the strange device making all the
racket. “What the fuck is that?” He asked, looking over the little black box.
“It’s a police scanner.” The attendant answered him as she walked behind the counter and
picked up the electronic hand-held device.
Bakura listened as more babbling started.
“5150, 245" Chhh...“Code 6C.”
“What does all that shit mean?” Bakura asked, setting his beer down on the counter.
“It’s police code. Cops say everything in code so normal people have no idea what they’re
saying. My dad is a cop, so I know some of what they’re saying. A 5150 is referring to a mental
case, a 245 is assault with a deadly weapon, and Code 6C means the suspect is wanted and may
be dangerous.”
Bakura chuckled, “Sounds like somebody I might now.” He pointed at a cigarette display. “I’ll
take a pack of reds.”
The cashier grabbed a pack of cigarettes and set them next to Bakura’s beer. “May I see some
ID?” she asked.
Bakura rolled his eyes as he retrieved his wallet out of his pocket. He pulled out one of his fake
identification cards and handed it to the girl. She looked it over and handed it back. “Wow, you
look really good for 4o years old Mr. Howard.”
Bakura smirked and nodded his head, shoving his wallet back in his pocket. “Yeah, real good,”
he retorted sarcastically. He picked up his beer and started walking for the door.
“Uh...sir?”
Bakura stopped and turned around. “Is there something the matter?”
The cashier nodded her head. “Yes actually, you forgot to pay.”
Bakura tried to make himself look as innocent as possible. “Oh, yeah...right.” He set down his
case of beer and walked back to the counter. Lazily, he opened his wallet.
“You’re total comes to $29.54."
Bakura scowled. He glanced for a few seconds at a display of snacks behind the counter. “Are
those honey roasted peanuts any good?” He asked, nodding his head toward the display.
“Uh..yeah, I guess so. Would you like a pack?”
“Actually, would it be possible to buy an entire case of them? I have this friend, you see, who
really likes eating nuts. It’s his birthday tomorrow, and I sort of forgot to buy him a gift.”
“Oh that’s not good.”
“No, not at all; considering he’s dying from the West Nile Virus. I’ll miss him when he’s gone,
but at least I’ll know he passed on happy because of my nuts.” Bakura was having the hardest
time keeping a straight face, but he managed to pull it off. He kept picturing Marik...oh
nevermind, you get the picture. ( If you don’t, damn, your loss ^_~)
The cashier snickered, “Uh, I’ll go check in back to see if I have any nuts. Hold on a minute.”
Bakura gave the girl a quick wink. “Thanks, cupcake.”
She blushed red as she hastily walked into the back room.
Bakura snatched up the police scanner and shoved it in his inner jacket pocket. He quickly
headed for the door. “On second thought, I don’t want my friend choking on my nuts. Happy
New Year!” He dashed out of the building and bolted like lightning back to the studio.


            “That was certainly unpleasant.” Bakura groaned as he set down his case of beer on the
desk.
“What was unpleasant?” Yugi asked curiously, instinctively getting up out of his seat so that
Bakura had somewhere to sit.
Bakura sat down and pulled Yugi onto his lap, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “Nothing
important.” He didn’t feel like explaining to the curious youth that he’d just pulled off a heist by
acting like an Ishtar.
“Did you steal beer and cigarettes again?” Ryou asked as he and Malik emerged from the
incentive closet, looking run down.
Bakura snickered as he open a can of beer. “Would I do such a thing now?”
Ryou rolled his eyes. “It’s moments like these why I’m surprised there’s not a warrant out for my
arrest.”
Bakura grinned. “Don’t worry, I showed the nut lady my Keith Howard identification card.”
“Oh gods,” Ryou groaned as he grabbed a free beer for himself. (Hey, it’s New Years! DRINK
PEOPLE!)
“Ewe, cans, I only drink bottles.” Malik complained, giving the case a sour look.
“Shut up and drink like a real man, you puss.” Honda chimed in, helping himself to a beer.
“I never liked you.” Malik snapped back, giving Honda a dirty look.
“Come on guys, cut it out. No fighting tonight, okay?” Yugi asked politely.
Malik and Honda shot each other one last dirty look, than turned away from each other.
“What do you have there?” Ryou asked, seeing Bakura pull something from his jacket pocket.
Bakura set the scanner on the table.
“967! Suspects are fleeing on a red, late model Harley Davidson. The smaller one isn’t wearing
any pants, so they shouldn’t be hard to spot...”
“No fucking way...” Malik gasped, a grin creeping onto his face.
“Do you think-” Yugi began.
“Oh yes, it’s definitely them.” Bakura snickered, taking a gulp of his beer.
Yami suddenly burst in through the studio door, holding it open for Marik; who rolled in on
Malik’s bike.
“For Ra’s sake, Pharaoh...get some pants on.” Bakura groaned, covering Yugi’s eyes with his
hand.
“Just be quiet, thief.” Yami retorted as he took off his shirt and tied it around his waist. “There,
happy now?”
“Hey Pharaoh,” Malik chuckled.
Yami turned around and looked at Malik. “Yes?”
“Say Cheese.”
Yami tried to cover his face, but it was too late; Malik snapped a picture of him before he had
time to completely react.
“We should send that picture to Plaything magazine.” Marik suggested, winking at Yami.
“Like hell you will.” Yami glared at Marik, but grinned as he looked away.
“Code 9! Code 9! All units please stand by!”
“What in the fuck it that?” Marik asked, giving the scanner a strange look.
“It’s mine, so don’t worry about it.” Bakura said sharply.
Ryou hoisted his butt up onto the file cabinet and frowned at Bakura. “You stole that, Bakura;
it’s not yours.”
Bakura wrapped his arms around Yugi and make a sassy face at Ryou. “You just be quiet, I
didn’t give you permission to speak.”
“Oh yeah, that’s right; I always listen to my yami.” Ryou chuckled.
Bakura nodded his head and winked at his hikari. “That’s right, and don’t you forget it.”
“That’s how it should be at least.” Marik grinned, giving Malik a pat on the butt.
Malik groaned, “Hey, asshole, hands off the merchandise.”
“Aww...” Marik snickered.
Malik crossed his arms. “So Marik, mind telling me why the cops tried to arrest me tonight?”
Marik scratched his head. “Uh...what do you mean? I haven’t been caught doing anything wrong
lately.”
“Exactly, YOU haven’t been caught, so I’m taking all the heat! AGAIN! Ra-damn it, Marik;
we’ve been over this before! I need to know when you commit a crime! I’m sick of this shit!”
“I know that, you fool. I haven’t done anything though...well...unless you count out running the
pigs tonight. Other than that, the worst thing I’ve done in a long time is throw an empty beer can
out the window of the van. It’s not like I’m intentionally going out looking for trouble.”
“Yeah right, if that’s true, why did the cops try to arrest me tonight?” Malik asked, his eyes
shooting daggers Marik.
Marik glowered at Malik, “Lay the fuck off me. I already told you, bitch; I didn’t fucking do
anything. Is the Millennium Rod lodged up your uptight ass again?”
“Fuck you, Marik! You would be uptight too if you were in my place!” Malik shouted back
angrily.
“Both of you settle down, we’re not going to accomplish anything if you continue arguing.”
Yami said calmly as he opened himself a beer.
“If I kill him, I’ll be doing him a favor,” Marik growled, growing angry with Malik’s
accusations.
Malik slammed his balled fists against Marik’s chest, “Fuck you!”
Marik grabbed Malik roughly by the collar of his shirt and threw him against the wall as hard as
he could. “Why you little, ungrateful, self-centered, stupid fucking-” Marik’s eyes flashed with
rage as he lunged at Malik and slugged him hard in the jaw.
Bakura groaned as he got up out of his seat, giving it back to Yugi. He calmly walked over to
Marik and grabbed him by the back of his jeans, pulling him off of Malik.(the dreaded Bakura WEDGIE!) “Hey now Marik, for
once the Pharaoh is correct. You both need to cool it. Rattling Malik’s proverbial cage might be
helping you feel better, but it’s not helping the situation any. There are more important matters
to discuss right now.”
“Yeah, like where breakfast is.” Yami mumbled, shooting Yugi a disgusted look.
Yugi crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked away.“I think you should be more
concerned about finding some pants, Yami.”
“I’ll take you out to Denny’s after we figure out what the fuck is going on,” Marik scoffed
through clenched teeth, breathing heavily. His adrenaline was still pumping like fire through his
veins.
Suddenly there was a loud knocking on the studio door. “Police! Open up! We know you’re in
there, and we have you surrounded. Now open this door or we’ll use force!”
Bakura shot Marik and Yami both a dirty look. “You stupid fucks brought the cops with you? Ra
damn you both to Hell. Geesh.”
“Uh...yami? Maybe they’re here for you.” Ryou suggested, glancing at the case of beer.
“You have until the count of five to open this door, or we’ll be forced to break it down! One!”
An officer outside the door shouted.
“What should we do?” Ryou asked nervously as he helped Malik to his feet.
Bakura rolled his eyes and sighed, “Do you have the Millennium Ring yet?”
Ryou nodded his head.
“Good. Give it to me.”
Ryou groaned as he slipped the ring over his head. “I hope you’re not going to send them to the
shadow realm.”
“Did you have something better in mind?”
“Uh...not really. I just really hate when you send souls to the shadows unnecessarily. One of
these days the gods are going to catch on, and than-”
“Fine. I won’t send any cops to the shadows, damn it. You’re always ruining my fun, you little
brat. I suppose this can work without resorting to violence.” The Millennium eye appeared on
Bakura’s forehead as he invoked the powers of the Millennium Ring. “Darkness, surround us!”
A veil of darkness surrounded them all, shielding them from sight of the police officers.
“There, now we can leave and the police won’t see us. I fucking love shadow magic.”
“Oh please.” Yami groaned.
“What about me?” Honda asked nervously.
Bakura rolled his eyes. “As long as you don’t have any warrants out for your arrest, I think you’ll
be just fine. Just keep the music playing, and pay no attention if you hear any screaming.”
The thief stuffed his new police scanner in his jacket pocket and grabbed his case of beer. “I’ll
handle this.” He said calmly, handing the beer off to Ryou.
“Five!” The door was kicked open, and the studio was quickly filled with police officers
brandishing their handguns.
“Is there something I can help you with?” Honda asked the cops, setting his headphones down on
the desk.
“Search this place from top to bottom, men!”
“You boys go on ahead to the van. I’ll be right there.” Bakura smirked, pulling his knife out of
his pocket.
“But-” Ryou began to say.
“Shut the fuck up and run.” Bakura interrupted, flicking his knife open. “I have something to
do.”
“What the hell are you all waiting for? Run, you dumbfucks!” Marik yelled as he grabbed Yami
by his arm, practically dragging him out the door.
Ryou, Malik, and Yugi didn’t think twice. They rushed to catch up with Marik and Yami.
“Do we even want to know what he’s doing?” Malik asked as he opened the van door for Ryou.
Ryou opened the mind-link he shared with Bakura for a few seconds. He made a sour face and
looked at Malik, “It’s probably better if you don’t know.”
“Ra-damn it, what’s taking him so long! We need to get the fuck out of here!” Marik growled,
pounding his fists against the steering wheel.
“He’s on his way, just cool it,” Ryou answered, setting Bakura’s beer down.
“He better hurry his ass up, or I’m fucking leaving without him.”
“Leaving without...whom?” Bakura asked, glaring at Marik as he stepped in through the side
door of the van.
“Nobody,” Marik answered as he stomped on the gas pedal, throwing everybody back as he
peeled out of the parking spot.
“Sweet mother Isis; settle down, Ishtar.” Yami groaned, holding onto the dashboard.
Marik ignored Yami’s remark and drove like a madman away from the studio.
Malik looked out the back window. “Hey, why aren’t they following us?”
Bakura snickered as he pulled his police scanner out of his jacket and turned the volume up.
“504, 594, CPD, all our tires have been slashed, requesting back up!”

            “Can you drop Yugi and I off at our car? I have an extra pair of pants in the trunk. ”
Yami asked Marik after they were a safe distance from the studio.
“Are you nuts, Pharaoh? It’s probably cop central yet downtown.” Marik answered him
caustically.
“Come on, Marik; it’s your fault I’m sitting here practically naked. The least you could do is
drop Yugi and I off.”
“Gah, this is so fucking stupid, fine. I’ll drop you off. ” Marik growled as he veered off onto the
off-ramp leading to downtown Domino. He glared at Yami as he leaned over to turn up the
radio, drowning out everybody’s voices.
Yugi sighed as he sat down looked up front at Yami sitting in the passenger seat. The Pharaoh
was smirking and nodding his head to the beat of the song.
~There I was completely wasting
Out of work and down
All inside it's so frustrating
As I drift from town to town
Feel as though nobody cares
If I live or die
So I might as well begin
To put some action in my life~
Yugi’s POV
            What’s happened to you Pharaoh? You used to be so different. I used to look up to you,
admire you, respect you...but not anymore. When I watched you step through that door into the
afterlife, it was the hardest thing I ever went through. I cried myself to sleep every night for over
a month. I didn’t think I could live without you. My soul felt as though it had been torn apart.
But than you came back!
~Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law~
            At first everything was great, I was so excited that you were here with me again! I
thought things would be just like they were before you left me. But ever since you returned to
this world with your own body, you’ve changed; and not for the better. You’re my darkness, and
nothing can ever change that. You are who you are; and even though you’re not evil, the fact
remains; you’re no angel. I know you gave it your best, I mean, it took you and Marik a long
time before you both slept together. But once you got a taste of whatever it was Marik offers
you, it’s like you turned into some kind of nasty sex monster. It’s like you’ve forgotten what self-control is. I can’t deal with watching you throw your life away, Pharaoh. I’ve tried telling you
how I feel, but you don’t seem to hear me. I never loved anyone like I loved you...until now.
~So much for the golden future
I can't even start
I've had every promise broken
And there's anger in my heart
You don't know what it's like
You don't have a clue
If you did you'd find yourselves
Doing the same thing too~
            I know I've done all I can, but I can’t tell you how to live your life. It’s obvious to me that
I’m no longer all that important to you. I’m willing to accept that and move on, but I really wish
it didn’t have to be like this. Will you ever get your head out of your butt?
~Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law~

            Bakura noticed the forlorn look at Yugi’s face. He followed the hikari’s gaze with his
eyes to where it stopped; on the Pharaoh. Bakura chuckled at the sight. Yami’s bare feet were
propped up in the dashboard of the van, crossed at the ankles. To Bakura’s surprise, the
Pharaoh’s toenails were neatly painted midnight blue. Both of his ankles were adorned with
small gold ankle chains, and there was a tattoo of a phoenix on Yami’s lower right calf.
Bakura’s eyes followed up Yami’s lightly bronzed legs up to the side of his face. He’d never
noticed it before, but the Pharaoh’s eyes were thickly lined with black eyeliner; bringing out the
vibrant crimson color of his eyes; giving them a bolder, almost evil appearance.
Bakura looked back at Yugi and smiled. He put his arm around the youth and pulled him close.
Yugi looked up at Bakura with misty violet eyes and smiled back at him weakly.
~You don't know what it's like~
            “Alright, Pharaoh, get out and get your fucking pants.” Marik said as they pulled up next to
Yugi’s car.
“I'm working on it. Shit, settle down, Marik.” Yami retorted as he reached for the door handle. Yami turned back
and looked at Yugi. He frowned when he saw his hikari in the arms of the thief. “Come on
Yugi,” he said sharply; giving Bakura the evil eye.
~Breaking the law, breaking the law~
Bakura couldn’t resist temptation; he stuck his tongue out at the Pharaoh, mocking him.
Yugi took a deep breath and snuggled closer to Bakura, “No.”
~Breaking the law, breaking the law~
“Say that again?” Yami asked in disbelief.
Yugi reached for Bakura’s hand and squeezed it gently.
Bakura squeezed Yugi’s hand back and grinned. Indeed, this was going to be interesting.
“I said no, Yami. I don’t want to go. I want to stay with Bakura.”
Yami rolled his eyes as he opened his door. “Get out of the van, Yugi. Don’t make a scene.”
“No means no last time I checked,” Yugi answered back, throwing his car keys at Yami.
~Breaking the law, breaking the law~
“Yugi! What the-” Yami began as he caught the keys.
“Just shut up and get the fuck out. He doesn’t want to go with you, is that so hard to
comprehend?” Bakura chimed in.
Yami narrowed his eyes. “Nobody asked for your input, tomb-robber. You’ll put a cork in it if
you know what’s good for you.”
“I’ll put a cork in you if you don’t knock your shit off...bitch.”
~Breaking the law, breaking the law~
“I’m warning you Bakura...don’t make me kick your ass. Yugi is mine, not your’s.”
“Pfffft, just go ahead and try, tough guy,” Bakura laughed, purposely rubbing his hand between
Yugi’s legs.
Yami growled angrily as he tossed the car keys to Marik. He quickly lunged out of his seat toward Bakura.
Bakura quickly shoved Yugi aside, just in time too.
Yami tackled Bakura, and the next thing they knew, they were rolling around throwing furious
punches and beating the hell out of each other.
“Holy shit!” Ryou and Malik gasped as they hurried for the door. They didn’t feel like getting in
the middle of this intense, bloody, long-overdue fight.
“Alright! YEAH! FIGHT!” Marik cheered as they all piled out of the van into the street to avoid
getting hurt.
Bakura and Yami rolled out of the van onto the road in their fighting frenzy, neither one backing down.
~Breaking the law, breaking the law~
“Ra damn it, you two! Stop before somebody gets hurt!” Ryou shouted, just as Yami blasted
Bakura in the nose.
Blood gushed from the thief’s nostrils, completely pissing him off.
“You stupid mutherfucker!” Bakura snarled, kicking Yami in the jaw with the heel of his boot.
Spit and blood flew out of the Pharaoh’s mouth, and he was slightly dazed; but it wasn’t going to
stop him from hitting Bakura back.
“This place is crawling with cops! Come on, knock it off before you draw too much attention to
us!” Malik yelled in frustration, squeezing his hair in his fists.
“Shut up, this is cool,” Marik snickered. “Hit ‘em again, Pharaoh! He likes it! HAHA!”
~Breaking the law, breaking the law~
“Hey, what’s going on here!” A uniformed police officer shouted as he ran towards them.
“Crap!” Yugi shrieked as he dove back inside the van.
“Fuck no!” Malik exclaimed, almost tearing his hair out.
“Damn it, why do cops always have to fuck up our fun? Geesh.” Marik groaned, “Playtime is
over, boys. We should probably get our asses out of here.” The Egyptian calmly got between the
fighting yami’s and pulled the Pharaoh off of Bakura.
“Let me go!” Yami protested, kicking and flailing around.
“Hey, I know who you are!” The cop yelled as he reached for his handgun. “Everybody freeze and
lay on the ground face down!”
“No fucking way!” Malik cried out, scurrying back in the van to hide.
Marik opened the door of Yugi’s car and tossed the angry Pharaoh in kicking and screaming.
Yugi and Malik pulled a fuming dazed Bakura back into the van and slammed the door shut.
Malik jumped into the front seat and stomped on the gas pedal, squealing the rear tires as they
took off.
“Wait!” Ryou shouted as he was left behind.
“Get in the car, hikari Bakura!” Marik yelled to Ryou.
Ryou quickly ran to Yugi’s car and got in the backseat.
Marik started the car and peeled out, waving his middle finger out the window at the police
officer. “Not tonight, piggy-boy! REEEE, REEEE, *snort*”
~Breaking the law, breaking the law~
*~*~*
Yay for me! I did it! I got my computer issue resolved and posted! LOL! I’m so happy I could
dance...in front of the cop shop...naked...with ‘kiss me’ written in black marker across my ass.
Whoo hoo!
What was that? You want some lemons? Okay. The next chapter will be nothing but hot, crazy, kinky, sexy lemons...if I
see enough reviews... ().() (The more reviews I get here, the faster I vow to work...because I love you all to death. You know that, right?)
Bakura and Marik: We love you too, the more reviews '77 gets, the more sex we can have...review so we can get laid! *unzip their jeans and wink at you*
If you want to know what all those police codes mean, the best site I found to get them at is
http://www.cobras.org/police.htm Turn your volume down though, the fucking midi that plays is
totally annoying.
Go raise some hell, crue! Love ya’z!
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