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What Happened in Room 102	By : Rainydays00 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6669 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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What Happened in Room 102

Chapter Two

Every second feels like a minute, every minute an hour, and the last hour felt like five, Jou still unconscious with Yugi watching him worriedly and Ryou riddled with guilt.

Kura and Marik planned well for this, forcing two stronger students, Otogi and Honda, to retrieve the large case from the room in the supply closet. The padlock is put back on, but not locked.

The final bell, a usual sign of freedom for all the cramped students, mocked them today when it rang about twenty minutes ago.

Other than that the room is calm for the moment, Bakura laying down on the floor, arm across his eyes, relaxed hand still clutching his gun. Malik had stopped fighting with his brother for the moment and is sitting in the older males lap, reluctantly getting his hair pet. While Marik caresses his brother's hair he goes from watching the students in the room to looking at the screen of a laptop, also retrieved from the closet, every few minutes.

'Ring, ring.' The peace is ruined by that sound, without looking, the man on the floor grabs the cell from his pocket, with his free hand, flipping it open.

"Hello," a pause as the person on the other line speaks. "They are all breathing, for the moment," his words are calm and collected, after another moment he hangs up the phone.

Everyone's attention is again on this villain as he hangs up the phone.

"Anzu,"

"S-sir," the girl is quickly on her feet before her desk, like a soldier to their commanding officer.

The man on the floor removes his arm from over his eyes, looks up at the roof, doesn't move any further than that.

"I need you to look out the window," he orders, she follows orders, like before she goes around back instead of taking the quickest route, this time for the sole purpose of avoiding the brothers, having to come close to the killer either way she goes, for he is laying not too far from the windows.
When reaching the window she daintily moves the blinds to the side to look out, she knows this is not the desired effect when the man on the floor, only a foot or so from her, tuts. "I need them to see you, get in between the blinds and the glass," Dark eyes follow the girls every move as she obeys.

What happened next happened to quickly for anyone to yell any warning, pleas, or threats.

‘Bang!’ Screams fill the room, and some screeching of desks as some students quickly stand in a reaction to help or oppose the male on the floor.

Anzu falls to the ground with her own scream of pain, hand clutching desperately at her shoulder, tears run down her face as blood oozes through her fingers.

"Sit down!" Kura presents his attention to the few who dared to stand, pointing his weapon in the general direction of all the students, with much self loathing they all do as told.

Almost immediately the phone rings after the shooting, the room is quiet other than the wounded girl's loud sobs and Bakura's voice.

"I don't like games," is the first thing the psycho says when answering the phone. "I don't want you to call me back, unless it's to tell me you have what I want, do it again and one of these fucking brats will die."

"You shouldn't lose your temper like that, Kura," Marik purrs when his partner hangs up, "I think you should have a little fun."

"You," Kura points to the pip-squeak with odd hair, up front, ignoring his friend. The boy looks to be the most nonthreatening human on the face of the planet, even covered in his teacher's blood. Large, frightened eyes, round, baby face, and way too small to do any real harm to anyone.

"M-me?" The kid asks with uncertainty.

"Yes, you," Bakura growls back, the kid flinches at the harsh tone. "Go to the bathroom and grab whatever you need, you will be taking care of the girl, get moving."

Yugi doesn't have to be told twice, all too grateful he can help one of his friends; he quickly makes his way to the adjoined bathroom.

The villain finally gets off the floor, making his way behind the teachers desk with Marik, looking at the laptop there. After staring at the screen for a bit his blonde friend interrupts him.

"I think someone wants your attention," he indicates to the male with his hand up in the air, sitting three rows back and three to the left.

"Do I look like a fucking teacher or something?" If that question is directed to the raven haired teen he doesn't answer, hand still raised in the air, never faltering. "What the fuck do you want kid?"

"I-"

The student is cut off by a particularly loud cry from the injured girl by the windows; Yugi had to peel away the fabric that covered the wound, irritating it in the process. Luckily for the girl her attacker was not aiming to kill, the bullet had hit her in the back of the shoulder, even more lucky the bullet will not have to be dug out, it went out the other side.

"Speak up, kid!" Emerald eyes make their way back to Bakura when he makes this order, the fiend lifting himself up to sit on the teacher's desk.

"I must use the restroom," he approaches the situation as if the white haired fiend really was his teacher, not lacking respect but not showing any fear.

"And you think I care?"

"I never asked that, I simply stated a fact," The remark makes Marik giggle; pressing his face into Malik’s shoulder to muffle the sound, Bakura is not as amused as his partner.

"Feisty, I like him, got the rebellious teen thing going," Marik points out. "Hey kid, stand up," He orders, there is hesitation before the male does as told.

Dark violet eyes roam over the tall boy, definitely a rebellious teen, his school jacket is unbuttoned revealing a black undershirt, dangling from his ear is a dice shaped earring, eyes of bright green highlighted by dark make-up, he is a bad boy, a pretty one at that.

"Tell me, Malik, who is that?" Even though he's addressing his little brother his eyes never leave the tempting male.

"Fuck you!" Malik quickly snaps back, knowing where this is going, he chose the wrong way to fight though.

"Oh, baby brother, I thought that you would never ask," the smaller blonde gasps when a hand cups his face, forcing his to look back, then familiar lips are upon him. An Insistent tongue forces its way into the younger's mouth, claiming and dominating.

"Is that all you can think of?" Bakura growls looking down at the two, the three had completely forgotten about the raven haired student, still standing coolly by his desk.

Bakura's words don't distract Marik in the least; neither does his little brother's struggles, he's too caught up in the wonderful flavor of the other Egyptian boy. The male grabs a flailing arm with one hand, with his free hand he sneaks under the top of the school uniform.

When the hand releases his face in favor of going into his top Malik breaks away from the forced kiss, cheeks painted pink and tears gathering at the edges of his eyes. Not only is his brother doing such sexual things to him, he is doing it in front of all of his classmates.

Marik traces soothing circles into his little brother's flat stomach, mouth descending on a delicious throat, teasing the skin there with soft lips and playful teeth.

“Please don’t brother,” he uses the title to try to get to the larger male’s good side, knowing the sick man enjoys it, he shows his appreciation with a purr. “Please!” He looks back with sad eyes.

"Are you embarrassed, little brother?" It's a whisper in his ear, puffs of breath making stray hairs sway. "You have nothing to fear, you're perfect," he coos, releasing the restrained hand to cup that pretty face again, this time though it is not turned back to face the older male, it's pulled up to look at the class, "I want them to see your perfection."

Those words are enough to make the liquid that built up in the young Egyptian's eyes fall, knowing what his older brother wants to do, and even though most of his classmates are looking away to spare him a little dignity, they will all know what is happening, they can all see his shame.

Bakura can't help but be entranced by the two tan males beside him, even though Malik is unwilling the sight is nothing less than erotic, especially when a hand comes out of the younger's shirt to slowly unbutton the garment, the teen has nothing underneath, every button undone showing more and more tan skin.

"I still need to use the bathroom," two heads snap back to the standing teen, the boy is practically livid, face set in a snarl and hands fisted by his side, lush green eyes on Malik. It's easy to see that the boy said that to distract the older two by his body language, everyone in the class knows that the rebel likes Malik, except Malik, and with one look the two villains know as well.

"I see," Marik is practically giddy when he says these words, "you like what’s mine, don't you?"

"You're fucking sick," that doesn't ruin the Egyptians mood in the least.

"You can have a taste if you want, I think I would enjoy the show," a tongue laps up Malik’s exposed neck, hand pulling the school jacket off the boys shoulder.

Bakura's world just got more interesting, watching his partner fuck his brother would have been enjoyable enough, but with the hot-headed pretty boy in the mix it can only get better.

"Leave him the fuck alone!" The male steps forward, a gun is instantly pointed at him, he doesn't see it but another does.

"Otogi, wait!" Ryou calls, another step and the gun is fired.

Otogi is frozen more in shock than anything, hardly aware of the pain or the liquid warmth sliding down his cheek and dripping off his chin.

"Move again and I won't miss," Bakura warns, the bullet had went passed the other, grazed his cheek and embedded itself into the wall. "You are not to fucking move unless you are ordered to do so, do you understand?"

Jade eyes go from Bakura to the two brothers, Otogi obviously conflicted.

Marik pinches a hardened nipple, eliciting a wine from his younger brother, he grins at the angry onlooker.

The small blonde wants to look away from his classmates, not wanting anyone to be able to see him like this, but there's still a firm grip on his chin reluctant to release him, so he just shuts his eyes to the world, trying to will the others away.

"I'll take his place!" The raven haired teen yells almost desperately, "Please, let me take his place."

This gains Malik's attention, his eyes snapping open in shock, he cannot help but wonder why the other would do something so great for him, they hardly spoke.

Marik is delighted to hear those words but he has a different idea completely.

"Come here," the larger blonde calls, green eyes flicker to Bakura for a second before doing as ordered.

Malik's chin is finally released and the hand that held it along with the hand on his chest trail down to his thighs.

Otogi stops about a foot from the one that called him, watching what the older male is doing intently. He has to restrain himself from jumping the male as he forces his desire's legs open, much to the smaller boy’s struggles.

"Marik, please stop," Malik begs, trying to pry the hands from his thighs, the obviously stronger male ignores him, instead addressing Otogi.

"I could never deny my baby brother of pleasure," there's a small pause as Malik gasps at those words, blush growing darker on tan cheeks, "so, I'll let you decide, either you pleasure him or I will."

"Please, Otogi, don't," Pleading violet eyes land on the raven haired teen now.

"On your knees," the older Egyptian commands.

Again the male is stuck, this is not how the rebel wanted his crush to find out about him, but he couldn't stand watching the boy get raped. He falls to his knees, his bones making a resounding thud as they hit the unrelenting floor harshly, he hardly winces.

When Otogi scoots further between the blonde's legs they are let loose, the older going to hold his brother's wrist instead. He apologizes, not meeting his crushes gaze as he reaches up to unbutton the boy's pants, not having to be ordered to do so.

"Stop it!" Malik yells, thrashing as much as he can and squeezing onto Otogi with his legs, trying to force the other teen back, "get away from me!"

"Now, now, baby brother, that isn't very nice," Marik tuts, pulling his brothers arms to cross over his own chest as the dice lover pulls at his clothes, "not when he's trying to make you feel good."

When Malik's flaccid member is revealed Otogi doesn't hesitate to put it in his mouth.

Malik lets out a sound between a whine and a moan when he is encased in a hot, wet cavern, almost instantly hard. The sensation is amazing and only more so when the one between his legs begins to suck.

"P-please O-Ah!" It's a plea for the older male to stop but it hardly sounds like it, Otogi making it hard for him, skillfully bobbing his head and using his tongue.

Marik watches with the utmost interest, loving the way his little brothers cock disappears in that gorgeous boy’s mouth. He's not the only one hard from the show Bakura is refraining from stroking himself through his jeans, the scene driving him mad.

Malik no longer even tries to fight it, lost in a world of pleasure, Otogi's skillful mouth working on his member and Marik's on his throat, giving loving licks and teasing bites.

Otogi pretends that he is doing this in a different setting, because even if his crush was forced into this he cannot help but love every throaty moan and needy mewl the other makes above him, knowing his face is distorted in ecstasy but never looking.

"Do you like what he's doing to you?" Marik comes up to whisper in his baby brother's ear, licking the shell of it sensually. The younger tries to ignore his brother. "Bakura took our other toy, but we can have this one."

Malik almost goes crazy when the raven haired teen stops bobbing his head to take all of him in, nose pressed into sandy blond curls, he then swallows making Malik arch as best he can and let out the loudest cry yet, wanting so badly to run his hands through hair of ink. Otogi isn't finished with his wonderful torture, pulling all the way back till just the tip is in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, before he fully takes the boy again.

"I-I'm gonna c-cum," he tries to warn, "Ot-Otogi!"

The male pulls back quick enough to avoid having his mouth full of Malik's essence, he didn't pull back enough to avoid it completely though, it splashes onto his closed lips and chin, along with his cheek when he turns away, burning the wound there.

Malik does not get to enjoy the aftermath of what just happened, not for long anyways, almost instantly pushed away by his older brother, landing on the floor next to the chair with a small cry of pain.

Grabbing onto Otogi's chin and turning the younger to face him, Marik slams his lips down on the raven haired teens, using his free hand to grab long, tied-up hair.

Instantly the teen tries to push the larger blonde away, this makes Marik growl against the boys lips and tug harshly at his hair; much to the Egyptian's disappointment the smaller refuses him entrance.

Marik pulls back licking his lips to clean them of his brother's cum, humming in appreciation.

Otogi's face twists up in disgust as the male before him leans down to lick his face clean of the seed there.

"I was quite disappointed, I thought you would swallow," he informs before another lazy lick is placed on the smaller's cheek. "Why don't you be a good little boy, now, and strip," Both hands leave the boy.

"Go fuck yourself!"

"You're not going back on your word, are you?" The blonde questions, not taking the boy’s insult to heart. "It was your idea in the first place, you for my brother."

Clenching his fist Otogi stands and takes a few steps back, for his own comfort, to do as told, refusing to meet the other's eyes. He knows what is gonna happen and he doesn't care if the whole world sees, as long as Malik doesn't have to suffer this fate, he would do anything for the other boy.

Blue blazer and black undershirt fall to the ground ungracefully, quiet opposite of the male stripping. Though he does not, in any way, want to look tempting at the moment, he tries to seem cold and robotic instead, his body movement is naturally flowing and refined.

Marik is seemingly too impatient for the male to strip completely for he jumps up from the chair, takes the few steps forward needed and smashes his lips down on the others again, trying to claim those unwilling lips. He grins against that defying mouth when he grips the boy’s crotch, already hard.

"Ma-" Malik tries to stop his brother when he makes himself presentable, walking towards the two, his fingers just ghost over the older's shoulder before he's yanked back by a pale hand on his upper arm.

"You had yours, let them have theirs," Bakura says simply, not releasing his hold, eyes on the two males in lip-lock.

Marik pulls back from the gate that refuses to open for him, nipping at the males bottom lip before trailing kisses to his ear.

"You like my little brother in your mouth, hm?" He questions, rubbing the bulge in the younger's pants.

"You're sick," the teen growls back, having to bite back a moan.

Otogi didn't even register the movement, never had the chance to fight back as he was pushed forward and his upper body was forced down on the chair Marik was formally sitting on, the dangerous blonde holding him that way by the back of the neck, other hand on his left hip, as the older male grinds his obvious erection against his clothed ass.

"Call it what you will," The male agrees nonchalantly, his hand sliding from the younger's hip to the front of the other's pants, to the things keeping them closed to be more exact. "Have you done this before?" He asks as he unbuttons the pants, now going for the boy’s zipper.

The dice lover doesn't answer, refuses to give the other the satisfaction.

Marik doesn't let his new toy's silence bother him, too busy stripping the rest of his clothes.

"No underwear, how very naughty," The blonde purrs after finally pulling the younger's pants down, showing off a nice, firm ass.

"Marik stop! Please don't do this! Please brother!" Malik now struggles against Bakura's hold, he can't allow his brother to do this.

Ryou flinches at his friend’s pleading, feeling like a coward for not helping, just looking at his desk pathetically, why can't he be like Jou or Otogi? He's not the only one thinking this while trying to block out what’s happening, most of the class is doing just that, Yugi had even began crying again.

Bakura pulls Malik to him on the desk, forcing the smaller boy on his lap to get a better hold on his struggling form.

Though Malik continues to plea Marik doesn't hear him, too caught up in his current activity. He gives an experimental squeeze to the tan globe in front of him, it makes the owner of the perfect ass practically growl, and in return it makes him smirk. He removes his hand to wet his fingers.

A yelp resounds around the room and fingers clench tightly on wood as Otogi feels something suddenly penetrate him, he holds back the urge to fight back and grips onto the back of the chair as if his life depends on it. He takes in deep breaths as fingers move within him, stretching and exploring.

"So tight," Otogi hardly registers the words as a third finger is added making him feel grateful that this is not his first time, for the male behind him is less than gentle, taking the time to stretch him but rushing through the process.

Relief washes over him as those fingers leave him, only to be replaced by fear for what is to come.

A loud cry is forced through clenched teeth, chair letting out a shriek as it's pushed forward. Otogi squeezes onto the wood harder than before, holding back tears, it was too much, too quick, the male behind him forcing himself all the way in on the first thrust. The teen gets no time to adjust, Marik quickly pulling back to thrust into him again, making him bite back another cry.

As the Egyptian makes a pace for himself his victim tries not to make a sound, wanting to be stronger than that, he can hear the other speaking but can only make out a few of his words over his own panting.

"Hot."

"Fuck."

"Pet."

"Uah!" Otogi's fight for silence is lost when something inside him is hit, making his still half erect cock jolt with pleasure. The male behind him notices, pulling back and driving into that spot again, forcing a moan from him.

Marik nearly chuckles as he makes his new toy arch and moan, pushing against a certain bundle of nerves each time he forces himself into that tight hole.

Otogi lets out the largest pleasured cry yet, when a hand grips his hard-on. His face brightens up in shame as he can't help himself from pushing back into the one raping him, wanting more contact.

Otogi's lovely lips open slightly to moan, eyes tightly closed, cheeks flush, and hair plastered to his forehead from sweat. Bakura watches the scene in front of him with uncovered lust, the sight of the raven haired teen's face twisted in pleasure as his partner fucks the hell out of the boy making him groan.

Bakura growls when the struggling teen on his lap accidentally rubs his ass on his erection for the third time.

"Keep fidgeting and I'll fuck you," he warns, his voice low and husky in the boys hair, that stills him.

Otogi is so close, he can feel it, so close to the end! Just one more moment! Just a second longer!

'Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!'

Marik pulls out of his victim, and Bakura pushes Malik away both going to look at the laptop screen.

"Fuck!" Bakura growls, unlocking the case from the closet, revealing many weapons, most of the students only seen in movies, he grabs a larger gun, slipping his handgun in his belt behind him.

"I'm gonna fucking kill them!" Marik also grabs a gun after, very uncomfortably, pulling his pants back up, they lock the case back up. The two exit the room with haste.

Otogi drops to his knees, turning to rest his cheek against the seat of the chair, closing his eyes, his mind is relieved, but his body is distressed. The raven haired teen has to stifle a moan when a gentle hand is placed on his slick back, his body too sensitive. He doesn't look at whoever is trying to comfort him, can't make himself, too ashamed with himself to look any one in the face.

"Ah!" Emerald eyes finally reveal themselves as he pushes someone away from him, whoever crying out in protest.

Malik looks away from those accusing eyes, he knows he shouldn't have tried to ease the other's pressure, shouldn't have even thought of touching the other in such a personal way, but he wanted to help the other like the other helped him.

Otogi just looks at Malik for a second, the smaller male looking hurt at his actions. He sits up and pulls his crush into a kiss, he might never have the chance again, the other boy jumps in surprise but doesn't pull away, instead kissing back. The kiss holds so much in it, tongues exploring each other gently, affectionately before they pull away panting for breath.

When the blonde's hand encases his manhood for a second time Otogi doesn't push him away, instead pushes more into the flesh with a breathy groan, and when Malik finds he's not gonna be reprimanded for his actions he replaces his hand with his mouth.

Only moments pass before Otogi finally reaches his release, Malik swallowing it all.
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