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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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Weird and Obscene
warning: There’s dirty stuff in this chapter. Nothing new to you though, right?

            The sun was barely up, and the air was chilly and damp. After removing Malik’s hand
from his crotch, Bakura sat up and yawned. He could hear birds chirping in the woods, and
needless to say, they were annoying the hell out of him. Malik was muttering something in his
sleep, and Yugi was curled up into a ball with one hand on Bakura’s leg. They all had slept
together in the van to keep warm.
Bakura couldn’t fall back to sleep no matter how hard he tried, there was just too much noise. He
carefully crawled over Malik and let himself out of the van. He lit up a cigarette as he walked
down to the lake. At the shore, he picked up a few small smooth stones. He cleverly pitched one
of the stones, bouncing it off the tranquil water. The thief watched the rippling rings where the
stone bounced disappear. He heard a noise in the water off to his left. He turned his head and saw
a duck taking off. He grinned evilly as he whipped a stone at it, hitting it right in the head,
knocking it unconscious. Bakura rolled his jeans and waded into the water to retrieve his prize.
“Stupid duck,” he chuckled as he reached down to pick the bird up.

            “Ryou...baby...” Malik said in barely a whisper.
Yugi opened his eyes. “Malik? You awake?”
Malik heard his name and woke up a little, “Huh?”
Yugi rubbed his eyes and yawned. “What time is it?” He asked, noticing Malik’s hand was
resting comfortably on his crotch.
Malik started to fall back to sleep. “Issslikepffffff....Ryou..”
Yugi reached between his legs and tried to remove Malik’s hand without waking Malik up. He
managed to move Marik’s hand successfully. He rolled off the mattress and sat on the floor for a
minute, gathering his thoughts. “Hmmm, I wonder where Bakura is?” He thought to himself,
noticing the van door was left wide open.
“Yugi?”
Yugi heard Malik call his name, so he looked in the blonde’s direction. “Morning, Malik,” he
smiled.
Malik stretched his arms and legs, groaning as his joints cracked. “Yeah..morning...”
Yugi chuckled, “Sounds like you’re getting old.”
Malik sat up and rubbed his shoulders. “Sleeping in a van sucks.”
“I know, I wish we could go home,” Yugi answered him somberly.
“I wish that too. I wish there was a way I could tell Ryou what’s up.”
Yugi heard his stomach growl. “I’m just really hungry,” he remarked, holding his hand over his
stomach.
Malik coughed as he got to his feet. “I think there’s a half of a bag of red licorice up in the center
consul, I’ll go check.”
Yugi shook his head. “Nothing beats licorice for breakfast.”

            Ryou walked into the studio at the crack of dawn, looking very tired. He felt like a
zombie; a mindless walking corpse. Functioning on an hour of sleep wasn’t very easy. How he
walked to the studio without getting hit by a car was an amazing thing. To his surprise, it looked
as though Honda had cleaned things up after the police had raided the place the night prior. ‘That
was sure nice of him,’ Ryou thought as he tossed a fat stack of mail onto Bakura’s desk.
“Hey, dude, you doing okay?” Honda asked as Ryou sat down across from him.
Ryou yawned and blinked his eyes. “I didn’t get much sleep.”
“That’s nothing new,” Honda remarked as he got up and put on his coat. “Well, I’m outta here.”
“Thanks for filling in,” Ryou said as he put on his headphones.
“Anytime, dude, anytime. I need the extra cash now anyway. I almost have enough to buy that
chopper I’ve been scoping out.”
“Good luck with that,” Ryou nodded, glancing at Malik’s motorcycle, which they had left behind
when the cops came. At least he wouldn’t have to walk home. Ryou yawned as he turned on his
microphone. “It’s 5am, I got one hour of sleep, and Malik isn’t here to make coffee. Happy
stinking New Year. Somebody kill me please.”

             “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?” Marik asked, kissing Yami goodbye in front
of the game shop.
“I’ll be fine, Marik. I just need some sleep,” Yami replied, running his fingers through Marik’s
wind-blown hair. “I’ll call you when I wake up, okay?”
Marik nodded his head. He reached out and touched Yami’s cheek before he started walking
back to the car.
Yami let himself into the game shop and headed straight for the bedroom.

            Malik stared at Bakura, completely shocked at with what he was seeing. “I-is..t-hat...what
I think it is?”
“Bakura? Why is their a duck head at the end of that stick?” Yugi asked calmly, chewing on a
string of red licorice.
Bakura shrugged his shoulders and held up the ducks dead, de-feathered body. “I got bored.
Either of you hungry?”
Horror spread across Malik’s face as Bakura dangled the bloody, beheaded, dead duck carcass in
front of him. He covered his mouth and ran into the woods to barf.
Yugi chuckled as he finished his licorice. He grabbed the stick with the duck’s head on it and
grinned at Bakura. “Quack, quack,” Yugi giggled, teasing Bakura by waving the duck stick in his
face.
Bakura patted Yugi’s spiky tri-colored hair and grinned at the laughing hikari. “You’re sort of
cute, you know that?”

            Ryou absently tapped his pen on the desk and sighed as the song he was playing ended.
He was practically falling asleep at the microphone. “That was...Drowning Girl, or something. I
don’t know, I’m too tired to care right now. Who else out there has been cursed to work alone on
New Years Day? Call me, entertain me! Alright, what’s next on this list of crap I have to do...oh
hell...I hate doing the news, weather and sports. It’s so damn boring. It’s the same garbage every
stinking day. Someone got murdered, there’s a pedophile being released from jail and moving
near an elementary school, aliens are attacking Russia...blah blah blah...I’m sick of it! It’s like
watching Nick at Nite; nothing but stupid fucking repeats! With that being said now, here’s
today’s news headlines. According to a report from the Department of Bullshit the Local Media
Pulled Out of Their Carnivorous Asses, violent crime is down 15%, thanks to the police
departments recent purchase of really big swords. Maximilian Pegasus’s boyhood home was
saved from demolition, and is now being converted into low income housing for un-wed pre-teen
mothers. A head of a goat was found in the woods near Flatley Park. Police unsure whether to
blame "alternative religious beliefs" or Willie Nelson fans having a cookout. Today’s weather
forecast is just like yesterday’s, and some guy died at a baseball game from drinking too many
cherry slurpies. Okay, enough of that, time to play some more music.”
Ryou cued up “Dream Police” by Cheap Trick and threw his pen down on the desk. He looked at
the clock on the wall and groaned. “Not even 9am and I’m ready to call it a day. I wish Malik
was here.” Ryou rested his head on his arm and closed his eyes. “Malik...where...are...you..” He
mumbled softly as he fell asleep.
*cue Ryou’s dream sequence*

            “RUN! RUN! FASTER! THEY’RE RIGHT BEHIND US!” Malik shouted back to Ryou as
they hauled ass through a corn field.
“Who?” Ryou responded, chasing after the Egyptian.
“PIGS! NOW HURRY UP! We need to make it to the fort!”
“Fort? What fort?”
“GAH! Just follow me!”
Ryou ran as fast as he could to keep up with Malik. Suddenly, the scenery changed and Malik
disappeared.
“Malik! Where did you go! MALIK!” Ryou shouted, looking around the strange room he was
now in. He was surrounded by four white walls, and there didn’t look like there were any
windows or doors to escape through. ‘What the hell?’ Ryou asked himself as he ran his hands
over the smooth, white wall. ‘Must find a way out...must find Malik..’”MALIK! SOMEBODY!
HELP ME, PLEASE!”
Suddenly the room went completely dark. Ryou let out a scream as two cold hands came out of
nowhere and grabbed him by the throat. He struggled furiously to free himself from the icy
clutches of whoever, or whatever, it was choking him to death. He tried to speak, but his voice
was cut off. He made a gurgling noise at the back of his throat as the two invisible hands
squeezed around his neck. ‘I’m dead meat, there’s no way to escape. Malik, where are you?’
Ryou thought before everything went black again.

            Marik started peeling off his clothes the second he walked in the door. He was down to
his socks by the time he made it to his and Bakura’s bedroom. He smirked as he lay down on
Bakura’s bed. ‘Oooh...black satin sheets...I think I’ll sleep here.’
Marik slipped off his socks and tossed them...somewhere. He turned on the radio and rolled onto
his stomach. His tired out body melted into the cool, smooth material below him. ‘Mmm...this is
the life,’ he thought as he shifted into a more comfortable position, nuzzling a soft pillow with
his cheek. He knew Bakura would be absolutely furious if he came home and saw him sleeping
in his bed, but that made sleeping in Bakura’s bed all the more fun. Marik closed his eyes and
sighed as he began to relax. It had been a few days since he’d gotten any real sleep, so closing his
eyes felt like a luxury. Bakura’s soft sheets caressed his skin, relaxing him even further. Marik
moaned softly and shifted his hips. ‘I think I know why Bakura’s such a dick about me laying on
his bed...these sheets feel so fucking...sexy, mmm..yeah..sexy naked Bakura...tied up...”
Marik’s arousal began to wake up...just as Marik began to fall asleep.
*cue Marik’s dream sequence -from Marik’s POV*
            What the-? Where the hell-? The Shadow Realm? What am I doing in the fucking
Shadow Realm?
“It’s your turn, nit-wit. Are you going to go, or are you surrendering to me...like everybody else
who has come before you.”
Bakura? Go? What’s going on? Wait, is this a duel? Why am I dueling Bakura in the shadow
Realm? And what’s this ‘surrender’ bullshit?
“I’m waaaaiting,”
I think I’ll just pick a card and see what I have to shut him up. Oh yes, this will work nicely. I’ll
teach that dumb shit to fuck with me.
“Are you waiting for the Apocalypse? Hurry up a little, I have other victims that need
victimizing...yet this century.”
“Shut up, you can fill your quota later. I’m planning your demise, foolish Tomb-Raider.”
Bakura’s pissing me off. I think I’ll have to teach him a little lesson, and I have just the thing, “I
summon Drillago!”
“Psh. That monster is weak! My Earl will easily crush that pitiful scrap heap you called onto the
field!”
“Oh really? I wouldn’t be so quick to run my mouth if I were you. Observe, fool! Drillago, attack
shithead’s life points directly!” That ought to teach him.
“Hey, what the hell!?!” Bakura argued as his Life Points hit zero. “My monster has 400 more
attack points than your over-grown thumb-tack!”
“If you were truly a good duelist, Bakura, you’d remember my monster’s special ability. Since
you suck, I’ll tell it to you. When there are only face-up monsters with attack power 1600 or
more on my opponent’s side of the field, my Drillago can attack your Life Points directly. So
there. You lose, I win, na-na, Suck my fucking dick, HA!”
I love this deck. Must kiss it.
“Is that what you want?”
“Huh?” Why is he looking at me like that?
“I lost on purpose...” he says in a low, almost seductive voice.
He’s coming toward me, unbuttoning his shirt.. “Are you feeling okay, Bakura?”
“Oh hell yeah.”
He’s getting on his knees, unzipping my pants, oh gods... “Bakura, what are you doing?”
He looks up at me with those big brown eyes. He pulls my hard cock out of my pants and begins
to stroke it. Oh hell yeah. “Relax, you won the duel...time for me to pay up.”
I’m not going to argue. I think I know where this is going, and this could prove
very...interesting.“Than get to work, Tomb-Robber. Show me what you’ve got.”

            Bakura sat quietly in the back of the van with his legs dangling out the side door. He
carefully carved away at a chunk of wood with his handy-dandy jack-knife. He occasionally took
a minute to look up and watch Yugi scurrying around in the distance looking for dry firewood to
cook Bakura’s duck over.
“I wish I could go back home, I really miss Ryou,” Malik sighed as he sat next to Bakura.
Bakura grunted as he continued with his widdling. “I’m sure he misses you too.”
Malik’s stomach growled loudly.
Bakura looked up from his work and grinned, “Hungry?”
Malik sighed, “Yeah, but there’s no way I’m going to eat some damn duck you lynched off.”
Bakura rolled his eyes and went back to carving the small piece of wood. “Than starve, I could
care less.”
Malik shrugged his shoulders and laid back, stacking his hands behind his head. “I wish I knew
why the cops are after me.”
Bakura could tell Malik wasn’t going to shut up and leave him alone, so he set down his wood
and closed his knife. “I know the feeling,” he chuckled, being all too familiar with Malik’s
circumstances.
Malik looked up at Bakura curiously. “You and Yugi could go back, why are you both still
here?”
“I’ll let you figure that out on your own,” Bakura answered as he hopped out of the van and stood
up. He slid his knife into the pocket of his jeans and grabbed his leather jacket out from the van.
“I’ll be back later,” he said as he punched his arm through one of the heavy sleeves.

            “Manwich!” Marik gasped as the sprang up from the bed. It took a few seconds for
his mind to wake up. He heard the phone ringing and growled as he threw off the blanket. He
yawned sleepily as he answered the call, glancing at the caller ID box next to the phone.
“Hello Dominos, we deliver,” The groggy Egyptian greeted the caller.
{Hey sexy, did I wake you?}
“Well, yes, but it’s no big shit. I was having a really weird dream anyway. What’s up, Pharaoh?”
{Wouldn’t you like to know.}
Marik chuckled at Yami’s suggestive remark as he walked with the phone into the kitchen. He
cradled the phone between his shoulder and his cheek to free up his hands. “Is my little Pharaoh
trying to tell me he’s horny?”
{My cock is so hard right now, Marik. I’m laying on my bed naked looking at it. I wish you could
see how hard it is, because you wouldn’t believe it. Are you alone?}
Marik opened the refrigerator and searched for something to eat. “Yeah, I’m alone. How hard is
it exactly?” He asked, standing there with the door wide open.
{It’s so hard I could pound a nail through wood with it, gods Marik, I wish you were here to fuck
this thing for me.} The Pharaoh let out a long, desperate moan, [Mmm...Marik, I can feel the
blood pounding through the veins, I’m just so fucking hard, uhh, uhh, oh gods...so painful.}
Marik opened the freezer and spotted a box of assorted flavored popsicles. He grabbed a lime
flavored one and opened it up. “Are you touching yourself, Pharaoh?” He grinned as he ran his
tongue down the length of the cold popsicle.
{Nnn, yessss, stroking my cock... for you}
Marik walked into the living-room and sat down on the sofa. He spread his legs out in front of
himself and looked down at his growing member. “For me? Damn Pharaoh, you’re getting me
hard now.”
{Am I now? Can you describe it to me?} Yami asked, his breathing growing lighter and faster.
Marik reclined back and shifted into a more comfortable position, taking his shaft into his hand
and looking it over. “It’s dark...like chocolate, and the head is all shiny,” he answered honestly, brushing his
thumb over its weeping slit.
The Pharaoh let out a long, desperate moan, {Marik...I want you so bad right now. I want to feel
that big shiny cock of yours rubbing up against my own.}
Marik spread his legs a little further and moaned into the phone. He slowly swirled the milky
fluid seeping from the tip around the entire head. “I’d love that,” he moaned. Marik’s shaft
twitched in his hand.
{It's getting hot as hell in here...whoa..}
“Lick your finger and slide it into yourself,” Marik suggested. He could hear Yami wince as he
slipped his digit into his body. Marik smirked as he cupped his scrotum in his hand and gently
massaged the stretchy dark skin. “That’s right, Pharaoh...now add another finger.”
{I want you to fuck my ass, Marik. I love when you fuck me, it gets me so hot. }
“I admire your sexual prowess, next time we’re together, I promise you every inch.”
{Marik...*gulp* ...tell me what you’re doing right now}
Marik slid his finger up the pre-cum spilling slowly from his shaft. He moaned deeply as his
finger came to his opening. He rubbed the rim in a circular motion to lubricate himself. Slowly,
he pressed his finger into his body. “I just pushed my finger inside myself, and oh my gods, it is
absolutely amazing,” he openly confessed.
{Deeper Marik, push it in deeper...Find that special spot for me.}
Marik's cock twitched on its own accord as he pushed the digit in deeper, hitting the spot that
made him moan deeply.
{I want to hear you come, babe...}
Marik added a second finger and roughly forced the two digits in and out of his tight heat,
stroking his sweet spot over and over again, heightening the tingly sensation.
{Tell me to come, Marik; I’m so close. I can barely fit my hand around my cock
anymore...gods...I need to hear you say it,} the Pharaoh pleaded, his voice dripping with sin.
“Pharaoh...come for me..I want to hear you scream. Scream my name, tell me what a good fuck I
am, ” Marik growled into the phone.
{Oh Marik, oh my god, you’re the best; Oh god...I’m coming hard, uh..uhrr..uhnnn!}
Marik felt his gut tighten. He wrapped his hand around his rigid shaft and began to pump it
vigorously. “Me...*pant*..too..holy fuck, Pharaoh,” he grunted as his creamy warm essence
violently spurted out of him.
{Marik...taste your release, tell me how it tastes...please..}
Marik slid his fingers over his sticky stomach and brought the digits up to his mouth. He licked
them and sucked on them to make sure they were clean.
“Oh dear gods,” Bakura groaned as he walked into the living-room.
*********************
That was certainly...interesting. Thank you Marik and Yami. Can we get an encore of that
performance? *snicker*
Holy fucking hell you people! You really came through with the reviews last chapter!
Undoubtably, you all fucking rock! Thank you so much! ^_^
I’m posting in a hurry (as usual) so I’ll fix up the fuck ups over the weekend.
*note for Rikki-dear* Wanna fuck a wiggle with me?
*snicker*
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