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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
- 16
- 17
- 18
*I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh or “Lick It Up, “ by KISS. Anybody wants to sue me, they can lick
swampy nutsack, yo! I’ll just sue them right back. Heh...
Midnight Madness

            Malik lit up a cigarette and rolled down his window. He looked into the rearview mirror
and noticed his upper lip was slightly puffy. “Oh great, how cute,” he groaned, recalling Marik
punching him in the mouth. Malik licked the dried blood from his chin with the tip of his tongue
as he continued driving.
            Yugi sat on the red cooler toward the middle of the van. He sat slumped over, his hands
on his chin. He stared down at his sneakers, noticing how scuffed up they were. He was feeling
completely bummed. All the excitement over the past couple days was more than his young mind
could handle. Losing his grandfather and having to deal with all the complicated legal issues was
hard enough; dealing with a possessive asshole yami only made things feel worse. He felt like he
was being crushed. “What did I do to deserve this?” he sighed, glancing over in Bakura’s
direction.
            Bakura sat at the back on the van, facing away from Yugi and Malik. He held an
unopened can of cold beer on his newly blackened eye. He could feel blood still dripping out of
his nose, and it was probably staining the mattress below, but it didn’t matter. Next time he saw
Yami, he was going to flatten that little fucker. ‘NOBODY hits me and gets away with it,’ he
thought angrily, clenching his fist tightly. ‘Punk bitch Pharaoh, hmph...” He looked down at his
sore hand with his good eye and growled.
“Kura? You okay?” Yugi asked softly.
Bakura didn’t answer.
Yugi bit his lip. He swallowed back his tears and turned to look at Bakura. “I’m really sorry
about what happened, I should have just went with him. None of this would have happened if I
had.”
Bakura still made no attempt to acknowledge Yugi.
Yugi sniffled and fought the urge to cry. “I’ll understand if you hate me now,” he whimpered.
Bakura slowly turned around, taking the can of beer off his eye. He stared at the can for a few
moments before he opened it and took a drink. “It’s not your fault the Pharaoh is a stupid bitch,”
he said in a low, angry voice.
Yugi wiped a runaway tear off from his cheek and took a deep breath, exhaling it slowly. “Thank
you for standing up against Yami for me. You probably don’t believe me, but I’m really grateful
to you for that.”
“Hn,”Bakura grunted as he reached into his jacket and pulled out his cigarettes.
“Bakura!” Yugi gasp as Bakura lit up a smoke. He rushed to Bakura’s side. “May I see your
lighter please?” he asked politely.
“Hm? Why?” Bakura asked, fishing in his pocket for his lighter again.
“I need to see something,” Yugi answered.
Bakura handed Yugi his lighter.
Yugi flicked it on and illuminated Bakura face. The former tomb robber looked like complete
hell. His hair was speckled with red. His left eye was swollen, and his lower lip was split right
down the middle. Fresh and dried blood covered the entire lower portion of his face, and soaked
the front of his shirt. Yugi turned off the flame and groaned. “Damn, he got you pretty good.”
“Yeah, so?” Bakura scoffed, taking a drag of his cigarette.
Yugi handed Bakura his lighter back. “We need to get you home and cleaned up,” he said firmly.
“I’m fine, Yugi. There’s really no need-”
“Malik? Can we go home now?” Yugi asked.
“Hell no! There’s probably an APB out on me! I can’t go back there now! I need to get as far
away as possible! I’m not going to jail again!” Malik exclaimed, freaking out over his current
situation.
Yugi groaned and put his thinking cap on. Suddenly he snapped his fingers. “I’ve got it!”
“Got what?” Bakura asked, holding his beer on his eye again.
Yugi got up and rushed to the front of the van to talk to Malik, leaving Bakura wondering,
            Bakura heaved a sigh of relief as he flopped back onto the mattress in the back of the van.
He rested his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. The new year had certainly started out a
whirlwind of excitement, now it was time to bask in the aftermath. He laid I silence for a few
minutes plotting how he was going to kick the Pharaoh’s ass.
            Yugi returned a few minutes later. “Bakura? Mind if I lay by you?”
“Go for it,” Bakura answered, taking in a deep, relaxing breath.
Yugi shed himself of his jean jacket and laid down next to Bakura.
“Turn this shit up!” Bakura shouted up to Malik, referring to the song on the radio.
Malik turned up the radio loud enough to rattle the windows. “That good?” He asked, easing his
seat back.
“Perfect!” Bakura shouted over the loud music that surrounded them.
Yugi rolled over onto his side facing Bakura and propped his chin up with his hand. “Kura?” He
asked shakily, looking down at the unpredictable, snowy-haired thief.
“Yes?” Bakura answered, opening his eyes, shifting them in Yugi’s direction.
Yugi bit his lower lip as he reached over and touched Bakura’s hand. “I’m sorry about tonight.
Can you forgive me? I really messed things up.”
Even though Yugi couldn’t see the thief very well in the darkness, he could hear him breathing,
and he could feel when he moved. Yugi hiccuped and a few more tears ran down his cheeks.
“Kura? Please don’t be mad at me,” he pleaded.
Bakura growled under his breath. As much as he wanted to be angry and blame Yugi for their
predicament, he couldn’t. He took a deep breath and felt around for Yugi’s hand. “If it’s
anybody’s fault, it’s the asshole Pharaoh’s,” he said angrily, squeezing Yugi’s hand. He heard the
hikari sob.
“I’m so stupid, Bakura; I shouldn’t have pissed Yami off,” Yugi cried, his voice trembling.
Bakura sat up and hugged his knees against his chest.
Yugi sat up and did the same. “Yami’s gonna regret this,” he said to himself, closing his eyes and
resting his face on his knees. Yugi’s tears stained the knees of his jeans as he remembered the
good times with the Pharaoh. Pictures of days gone by reeled through Yugi’s head, one after
another. But those days were gone now, and Yami wasn’t the same man he once was. Yugi knew
in his head that he needed to break away from Yami, but his heart was telling him something
else. He still loved Yami...for some odd reason.
Bakura and Yugi both sat in silence, not sure what to say to one another. They felt the van stop.
“We’re here,” Malik announced, turning the radio down.
“Where is...here exactly?” Bakura asked, standing up.
“The lake Yugi told me to drive to. If you two will please excuse me now...I really need to go
relieve myself,” Malik answered as he got out of the van. The dome light came on as he opened
his door. He left it open as he ran to find a tree.
Bakura turned to Yugi. “Why did you have Malik bring us here?”
Yugi picked up his head and looked up at Bakura. His eyes were glassy from the tears he was
crying. “I figured since Malik won’t take us home, you could wash up here at the lake.”
Bakura looked down at his torn, bloody clothes. “Damn,” he chuckled, removing his jacket. “I
guess I do look a little roughed up.”
Yugi buried his face between his knees again and continued to cry quietly.
Bakura removed his bloody ruined shirt and tossed it aside. He opened the sliding door and
stepped outside. “Ra, I can’t believe I let the Pharaoh mess me up this bad,” he grumbled,
looking over the lacerations and dark colored bruises on his upper body.
“Remember the first night we came here?” Yugi asked, wiping the tears away before Bakura
could see them.
Bakura chuckled as he pulled off his patent leather boots. “Yes, I remember, how could I
forget?” He smiled as he headed for the lake, remembering his and Yugi’s first time at the lake.
*Bakura’s flashback* (taken from chapter 2 of Hellraisers)
“Let me guess what brings you out tonight and has you upset enough to feel the need to buy wine
coolers- considering you don’t drink. Hmm... Marik and Yami are having hot torrent monkey sex
all over your room and seeing Marik naked give you a hard on, right?”
“Not really, they’re not actually having sex, just rubbing their naked bodies together a lot and
making all kinds of sick noises. And no, Marik’s butt doesn’t turn me on, weirdo”
“Marik’s ass isn’t bad, it’s just nasty to see Yami’s skinny legs wrapped around it. I don’t get
those two, they just seem so wrong together.”
“You’re telling me! I hate feeling like the odd man out!”
“Welcome to my world”
“It just gets on my nerves. Grampa fell in the bathtub and broke his hip again, so I had to rush
him to the emergency room this morning, and by the time I got home, Marik and Yami were
naked on the kitchen floor jerking each other off! It was just sick! Marik had pistachio pudding
spread all over Yami’s ass and was licking it off! ACK!”
“I bet, I was in the bathroom taking a leak when I overheard Ryou talking to Malik; ‘What’s
your favorite color? Really! Mine too! I can’t believe we have so much in common!’ They
sounded like love sick little bitches, it was nauseating.”
*end flashback*
Bakura laughed to himself as he hung his jeans over a tree branch and entered the water. It was
ice cold, but it was still winter, so what else was he to expect? It felt nothing like it did the night
he and Yugi first started hanging out. That night the water was warm, and the air was hot and
sticky. Yugi was wearing a black t-shirt and red shorts... and he was drinking wine coolers
because he was pissed off at Yami.
Bakura hissed as he splashed his face with the icy lake water. The chilling water triggered his
memory once again, back to the water fight he and Yugi had that first night. The water also
triggered a not-so-nice memory of going with a certain holy-rolling youth group to a waterpark
and almost dying again, thanks to an over-protective Pharaoh. Bakura sighed as he rinsed the
blood and dirt out of his hair. It just wasn’t fair. He knew he felt more for Yugi than just lust, but
could things ever work out between them with the Pharaoh constantly driving a wedge between
them?

            Ryou stared forward, his eyes fixed on the road. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his
nerves were getting the best of him. “I can’t believe you both feel like going to Denny’s after
what we just experienced back there,” he said to Marik, who was flipping through a book of
CDs.
Marik snickered as he placed a Kid Rock cd into the cd deck and played track five. “It’s all good,
Ryou, it’s all good,” he laughed as he hopped over the seat, joining Yami in the back. He ran his
fingertips down the Pharaoh’s cheek, gently gliding over the cuts and bruises. “Hey sexy, what’s
your name?”
“Heh, which one?” Yami grunted, closing his eyes.
Marik leaned in close to Yami’s face and licked some blood that was sliding out from the corner
of Yami’s mouth. “You were so hot tonight when you were kicking Bakura’s ass,” he purred,
sucking at the Pharaoh’s wounded lower lip. His hand wandered between the still naked
Pharaoh’s legs. He grasp onto Yami’s manhood and stroked the soft flesh.
Yami whimpered from Marik’s touch. “Mmm...that feels good..” he moaned as he spread his legs
further, giving Marik more room to work his magic.
Ryou glanced in the rearview mirror and swallowed hard. He watched Marik ease Yami onto his
back. “Oh hell,” Ryou sighed as he watched Marik’s head go down.
The Pharaoh gasp loudly as Marik swallowed his entire length. His breathing grew ragged as the
Egyptian sucked his cock.
Marik picked up his head and smirked. “You like that?” he asked, licking up Yami’s growing
arousal.
“Fuck yeah,” Yami answered, winding his leg around Marik’s neck.
“Rawr...sexy, Pharaoh..” Marik growled, swallowing around Yami’s length again. The vibrations
from Marik’s humming caused the Pharaoh to twitch and whimper.
Ryou felt the crotch of his pants getting extremely tight. He tried to keep his eyes off the rearview
mirror, but it was thought than done.
Yami breathlessly chanted Marik’s name like a sacred prayer as the Egyptian’s mouth slid up and
down his engorged shaft.
Marik watched Yami’s face intently, making sure he was driving the Pharaoh out of his mind.
Yami fisted Marik’s hair and tugged at the spiky blonde mane. His eyes suddenly shot open, and
he screamed Marik’s name. He hips twitched uncontrollably as he released into Marik’s eager
mouth.
Marik drank down every last drop of the Pharaoh’s essence, humming at the back of his throat as
he listened to Yami growl and whimper. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and
chuckled lightly as he unzipped his pants. “Now I’m gonna fuck that nice little ass of yours
...think you can handle it, Pharaoh?”
Yami lay still breathing very heavily, unable to speak. “Nnn...” he groaned, still glowing from the
aftermath of his orgasm.
Ryou found him own breathing growing deeper. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his
zipper to relieve the intense pressure that was building between his legs. “This isn’t fair...”
Marik took hold of the Pharaoh’s hand and kissed his fingers before sucking on them. “Hey...do
me a favor..” he purred as he placed Yami’s hand between his legs.
“What?” Yami asked.
“I want to watch to prepare yourself for me.”
“Okay,” Yami smiled, slipping his middle finger inside himself.
“Oh yeah..” Marik grinned lustfully.
Yami whimpered as he pushed in a second finger.
Marik licked his lips as he watched the Pharaoh stretch himself. “You better add another,
considering my size,” he rightfully boasted, gripping his well-sized hard on.
Yami spread his legs further, hanging one over the front seat and one up in the back window. He
whimpered as he forced a third finger deep inside his tight heat.
“Oh fuck yeah, baby, that’s so hot...go faster..”

             Yugi tossed an armload of sticks into a pile he and Malik had started and sat down on a
tree that had fallen over. “Malik? Can I asked you something?”
“Sure, shoot,” Malik replied, kneeling next to the pile of sticks with his lighter in his hand.
“Do you ever wish you could get rid of Marik forever?”
Malik turned his head toward Yugi and burst out laughing. “What do you think? Duh, yeah.”
“So why don’t you than?”
“Well, I don’t know, I guess it’s because he offers me security, you know? If Ryou gets sick of
my ass and dumps me, Marik will still be there,” Malik casually conversed as he lit a small fire.
“Don’t you get sick of the way he treats you though? I mean, look at tonight when he punched
you in the face, and the way he cuts down on you all the time. Doesn’t that stuff bother you?”
Malik shrugged his shoulders as he warmed his hands over the small fire. “A little, but I’m used
to it.”
“Hm...” Yugi sighed, looking up at the stars through the trees.
“Are you thinking of leaving Yami?” Malik asked curiously.
Yugi looked down at the ground and sniffled. “Yeah, kinda. I’m really getting tired of him
treating me like crap.”
“I hear you,” Malik nodded. He pulled a stick out of the fire and watched the tip of it burning.
“I just don’t know if it’s the right thing to do and all. He’s not always a jerk, sometimes he’s
really nice. I kinda think part of his problem is me hanging out with Bakura.”
Malik cleared his throat. “You mean fucking Bakura,” he cut in.
Yugi’s cheeks turned red. “Well, yeah...that too,” he giggled.
Malik got up and sat next to Yugi on the fallen tree. “I bet he’s got a crush on Bakura, and he’s
jealous of you.”
A big grin spread across Yugi’s face and he started to snicker.
Malik smiled as he got up. “That’s better now, I’m glad to see you smiling again,” he said with a
quick wink. He started walking over to the van. “Hey, want a beer?”
Yugi shook his head. “No thank you.”
“Oh come on, one beer won’t hurt you.”
“I’m not a big drinker, Malik.”
“Too bad, you’re having one anyway. We need to drink this case up before it gets warm. Bakura
said so.”

                  Marik took Yami by his ankles and placed them on his shoulders. He slid his
engorged shaft into the Pharaoh, wincing from the warm tightness that was suddenly surrounding
him. “Ra, Pharaoh...this almost hurts...so tight..”
Yami cried out in pain as Marik’s length penetrated him to the hilt. Tears ran out the corners of
his eyes as he was impaled. He squeezed his knees together and clenched his teeth. “So...big...oh
gods, Marik...fuck me.”
Marik growled as he began to slam himself in and out of the Pharaoh like an untamed sex
machine. “With pleasure, I love this ass...”
Yami’s fingernails dug into the upholstery of the car seat. He lithe body shuddered with every
powerful inward thrust.
Ryou could hear Yami’s desperate cries, along with Marik’s groaning. The loud music couldn’t
even drown out their voices. All Ryou could think about was doing the same thing with Malik.
He stroked his throbbing arousal slowly and discretely, trying to relieve the pressure and not be
too obvious. Milky white droplets seeped out from the tip as his release grew near. He heard
Marik’s voice getting even louder, demanding the Pharaoh to come for him.
Yami let out a deep guttural scream, calling upon the gods and announcing his release.
Ryou could hear Malik’s voice in his head. [Come for me Ryou-baby, do it! Oh gods..uhhh...uhh,
uh... AH!] His breathing got faster. Ryou felt a tingling sensation growing between his legs, so he
decided it was time to pull the car over.
Marik squeezed his eyes shut as he climaxed inside Yami. “Come for me Pharaoh-baby, do it! Oh
gods..uhhh...uhh, uh... AH!”
Ryou bit his lip and whimpered as his orgasm hit him. He thrust into his hand and whispered
Malik’s name.

            Bakura slid his jeans up and shook out his wet hair. He took a deep breath of the crisp
night air and looked around as he fixed up his pants The pale full moon provided him just enough
light to see where he was going. He gathered his belongings and headed back up to the van. He
could hear Malik and Yugi talking and laughing. He could see shadows dancing amongst the
trees behind the eerie orange glow of the fire. The sights and smells triggered old memories of
lonely nights from his tomb robbing days in ancient Egypt. He quickly pushed the memory back
to the back of his mind and continued walking up the dirt trail to the van.
            “His nuts smelled like a fishtank! ACK! POI! YUCK!” Malik chuckled as he and Yugi
sat together watching the fire burn.
Yugi clapped his hand over his mouth and laughed. “Ewe, that’s gross, Malik! Why did you
sleep with him if he was so stinky?”
“I didn’t know any better, I was only 15.”
Yugi shook his head as he took a tiny drink of the beer in his hand. “Well at least you know what
to give Odion for his birthday.”
“I’m not giving Odion a bath again! Uh-uh, no way! Not with a ten foot pole with a sponge on
the end!” Malik shivered, waving his hands in front of him.
“I was actually thinking soap,” Yugi chuckled.
Malik rolled his eyes and playfully swatted Yugi on the arm.
Yugi giggled and took a little bit bigger swallow of his beer. “OOH! I like this song! Can you
turn up the radio?”
Malik nodded his head and got up. “Sure, I need another beer anyway,” he said, tossing his
empty can inside the back of the van.
Yugi stared at the fire as Malik went to turn up the radio.
            Bakura walked closer and hid behind a tree watching Yugi. He grinned when he saw
Yugi drinking a beer. “That’s my boy,” he chuckled quietly.
Yugi stood up and took off his jean jacket, draping it over the fallen tree he’d been using as a
seat.
The volume of the radio got louder, and Bakura smiled as he watched Yugi sing to himself.
Don't wanna wait 'til you know me better,
Let's just be glad for the time together,
Life's such a treat and it's time you taste it,
There ain't a reason on earth to waste it,
Moments later Malik returned. He was shaking his hips and head-banging, and singing at the top
of his lungs, “It ain't a crime to be good to yourself!”
Yugi giggled at the blonde as he watched him goofing around. Malik was already on his third
beer, so he was probably feeling pretty good. “What the heck are you doing, Malik?” Yugi asked,
laughing when Malik.
Malik stuck his cute little butt out and shook it at Yugi. “Just easing the tension,” he chuckled.
“Oh man,” Yugi smiled, taking another little sip of his beer.
Lick it up, lick it up,Oh Oh Oh, it's only right now
Lick it up, lick it up,Oh Oh Oh, ooh yeah
Malik slipped his finger through Yugi’s belt loops and pulled their hips together. “Come on, let’s
dance,” he grinned, provocatively swaying his slender hips.
Lick it up, lick it up,Oh Oh Oh, come on, come on
Lick it up, lick it up,Oh Oh Oh
“Uh...okay,” Yugi blushed, wrapping his arms around Malik’s neck, his beer still in hand.
Don't need to wait for an invitation,
You gotta live like you're on vacation,
Bakura watched from the shadows as Malik swung Yugi around, making him giggle. Bakura
shook his head and chuckled. It was nice to see the both of them in such jovial spirits,
considering the events of the past couple days. Bakura breathed in deeply, inhaling the crisp night
air. He could feel himself growing a little aroused watching Malik manhandle little Yugi. It was
cute how Malik was pulling Yugi around, leading their so called dance.
There's something sweet you can't buy with money - lick it up, lick it up,
It's all you need, so believe me honey,
It ain't a crime to be good to yourself!
Bakura stepped out from the darkness and walked slowly over by Malik and Yugi. He sat down
on the fallen tree and watched them both dance in the light of the fire.
Malik turned around and saw Bakura sitting by himself. He winked at the white-haired thief and
threw Yugi straight at him.
Lick it up, lick it up,Oh Oh Oh, it's only right now
Lick it up, lick it up,Oh Oh Oh, ooh yeah
Bakura quickly stood up and opened his arms to catch the youth, but instead they both ended up
falling backward, Yugi on top of Bakura.
Malik burst out laughing and took a quick swallow of his beer,

Lick it up, lick it up,Oh Oh Oh, come on, come on
Lick it up, lick it up,Oh Oh Oh
“Hello, what’s your name?” Bakura smirked, looking up at Yugi.
Yugi bit his lower lip. He was blushing a new shade of red. “I’m sorry, Bakura, I didn’t mean-”
“Oh shut up and kiss me,” Bakura grinned, running his hands down Yugi’s back.
“Whatever you say,” Yugi smiled back, placing his hands on the ground next to Bakura’s head.
He leaned over and slowly brought their lips together.
Come on - it's only right now (it's only right now)
Ooh yeah (ooh yeah) ooh yeah (ooh yeah), yeah yeah
Malik drank down the rest of his beer and pitched the empty can into the back of the van. “Hey, I
want in on this too!” He said as he approached Bakura and Yugi.
“Well what are you waiting for?” Bakura asked, momentarily breaking his kiss with Yugi.
Lick it up, lick it up,Oh Oh Oh, it's only right now
Lick it up, lick it up,Oh Oh Oh, yeah yeah yeah
“Malik!” Yugi shrieked as Malik undid his pants and pulled them down. “What are you doing!”
Malik winked at Yugi, “You’ll see...”
Bakura reached around Yugi and groped his ass. “Get back down here and kiss me some more,”
he purred, squeezing Yugi’s buttcheeks.
A sinful grin spread across Malik’s face and he proceeded to pull off Bakura’s jeans.
Bakura didn’t seen to mind, he offered no resistance what so ever. His arousal twitched as
Malik’s tongue lapped at the bundle of nerves gathered at the tip.
Lick it up, lick it up,Oh Oh Oh, come on, come on
Lick it up, lick it up,Oh Oh Oh
Bakura pulled Yugi up onto his chest and winked before swallowing the hikari’s entire length.
He thrust up into Malik’s eager mouth.
Yugi gasp loudly as he felt Bakura warm, wet mouth surround his shaft.
Malik purred as he bobbed up and down between Bakura’s legs. He reached between Yugi’s legs
and gently stroked the youth’s tightening scrotum.
“This is...uh..uh..nuts..” Yugi panted, riding out the hot sensations Bakura and Malik were
sending through his entire body.

            Marik tapped his fingers anxiously on the roof of Yugi’s car. He rolled his eyes and let
out an exaggerated groan. “Hurry up, Pharaoh, I’m fucking starved.”
“Just chill out for a minute, I’m almost dressed,” Yami answered from behind the open back
hatch.
“The Pharaoh has balls of steel. I can’t believe he’s getting dressed out in the open like this,”
Ryou remarked, looking a bit spooked out.
“I think that’s sexy,” Marik snickered. He banged his hand on the roof of the little blue car. “Hey
Pharaoh, hurry the fuck up, or I’m going to eat YOU!”
“Is that a promise?” Yami smirked as he closed the back hatch, fully clothed in a snug fitting
white Budweiser t-shirt and skin tight black jeans with both knees ripped out, topped off with a
ratty old pair of Yugi’s sneakers.
Marik raised an eyebrow. It wasn’t like Yami to dress so slovenly.
“Shut up, I know what you’re thinking,” Yami frowned as he slipped his fingers through his
spiky tri-colored hair.
“Pffffft...” Marik snickered as he, Ryou and the Pharaoh walked into the restaurant.

            “Oh my god! Bakura! Malik! Uhhhhhh!” Yugi screamed, fisting his hair between his
fingers.
“Come for us, Yugi, come on baby,” Malik coaxed the trembling hikari before swallowing
around Bakura’s hard shaft again.
Bakura gripped onto Yugi’s slender hips and increased the suction around his arousal. He made
soft humming noises at the back of his throat to further stimulate him.
“ohmygodohmygodohmygod! COMING!” Yugi panted, thrusting into Bakura’s mouth.
Malik’s eyes got big as he felt Bakura’s seed shoot down his throat, simultaneous with Yugi’s
orgasm.
Bakura made some funny gurgling noises, but they were barely audible.
Yugi collapsed on top Bakura breathing heavily.
Malik wiped his chin off as he lifted his head up. He crawled up by Bakura’s face and kissed him
deeply.

            Marik tossed his menu on top the pile on the table and grinned at the waitress. “I’ll have
the cheesy nachos, mozzarella sticks, and a Pepsi, babe -and make it snappy!”
Ryou buried his face in his hands. How did he get stuck with these two goobers again? “I’ll have
a strawberry milkshake and cheeseburger, hold the onions,” he sighed.
Yami stared at his menu groaned. “I don’t know what I want yet. The Caesar salad looks good,
but so does the prime rib.”
“Just get both, Ryou’s paying,” Marik snickered, grinning at Ryou.
“Okay than,” Yami nodded, looking up at the waitress, “I’ll take both and a large chocolate
milk.”
“Okay than, what dressing would you like for your salad?” The waitress asked as she wrote down
Yami’s order.
“Anything white and creamy, he likes white creamy things sliding down his throat, ” Marik
winked, elbowing Yami in the ribs.
Yami scowled at Marik before looking back at the waitress and handing her his menu. “Bleu
Cheese, thank you.”
After the waitress was gone, Yami backhanded Marik across the arm. “You asshole! I can’t
believe you said that!”
Ryou rolled his eyes. “I can...”

            Bakura sat between Malik and Yugi on the fallen tree watching the fire burn. Malik’s
head was resting on his lap, while Yugi’s rested on his shoulder. Malik was fast asleep.
“Kura?” Yugi asked softly.
“Yes?” Bakura answered, running his fingers through Malik’s soft, blonde hair.
Yugi looked at Bakura with wide, violet eyes. “Do you think I should leave Yami?”
Bakura shrugged his shoulder. “That’s up to you.”
Yugi sighed and laid his head back down on Bakura’s shoulder.
Bakura wrapped his arm around Yugi and kissed the top of his head. “Just remember, you’ll have
to live the rest of your life with whatever choice you make, little one.”

            “Let me put it this way: I just did it. I eat my cum all the time, less mess. I am the sperm
connoisseur. Hear me roar.” Marik proclaimed as he stuffed a cheese slathered nacho into his
mouth.
Ryou made a sour face.” “Oh, ewe...that’s just sick.” Ryou turned to Yami, who was shoving a
fork full of Bleu Cheese covered lettuce into his mouth. “What about you?”
Yami wiped some creamy, white dressing off his chin and looked at Ryou seriously. “Of course I
have, who hasn't? Curiosity leading to having tasted your own splooge doesn't make you a
self-fellating cum-guzzling man-whore.”
Ryou shook his head and pushed his cheeseburger aside.
“You can’t tell me you never tasted your own cum, Ryou. I don’t believe it for a second,” Marik
said as he scooped up a glob of cheese with a nacho chip.
Ryou sighed. “Okay, I did by accident once. I was masturbating and I came over my face by
accident.”
Marik choked on his food at Ryou’s admission. His laughter was loud enough to catch the
attention of everybody sitting in the non-smoking section.
Ryou sunk down in his seat, wearing an embarrassed look on his face.
Yami took a drink of his chocolate milk and shrugged his shoulders. “In some cultures, semen is
attributed with special properties of masculinity. For instance, among the Etoro people of Papua
New Guinea, it is believed that young boys must fellate their elders and ingest their sperm to
achieve proper sexual maturation. Other cultures believe semen to have beneficial qualities when
applied to the skin, mainly for cosmetic purposes.”
“Wow, that’s interesting. See Ryou? Swallowing sperm isn’t a bad thing,” Marik snickered,
finally catching his breath.
Ryou shook his head. “There's something about digesting millions of tiny life forms that
originated in my testicles that just doesn't quite do it for me.”
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Yeah, long chapter...I hope *cross my fingers* it was enough to satisfy you for a week or so. (Once the kids are out of school, I'll be updating a lot more frequently.) Let me know what'cha thought if this long-assed chapter. (Please, with Bakura kisses on top?)
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