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Love Lies	By : MarikIshtar77 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3652 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I Wanna be Your Hero
            Ryou removed the Millennium ring and set it next to the sink. Glints of bright morning
son crept in through the spaces in the mini blinds, giving Ryou just enough light.
He peeled off his wet clothes and tossed them in the hamper. He wrapped a big blue towel
around his waist and walked out of the bathroom to find something to wear to bed.. To his
surprise, he found Marik leaning back against the wall, wearing nothing but a lusty grin.
“Well well, what do we have here?”
Ryou made a sour face.
“Why are you here? Can’t you and Bakura keep your hands off each other even one night?”
Marik laughed conspicuously.
“Maybe I’m not looking for Bakura ........Ryou. Where did you go tonight?”
Ryou took a few steps back.
“Hey now......I really don’t think...uhhhhhh...”
Marik stalked forward toward Ryou with a hungry look in his eyes.
He grabbed Ryou’s wrists and jerked him roughly against his nude body.
“My hikari might have beensed sed out cold, but I know you’ve been away from the house for a
quite a few hours. May I ask where you went?”
Ryou bit down on his tongue.
“I have no clue Marik. I...I ....don’t........”
“Enough! Don’t waste my time! Where the hell were you all night!”
Ryou shivered from the sound of Marik’s voice. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing
came out. Marik seemed to grow angrier.
“I see you’re not wearing your Millennium Ring. That means Bakura isn’t here to stop me from
anything to you.”
Ryou’s bottom lip trembled.
“Please....no” Ryou begged.
Marik laughed in a low, menacing tone.
“You know Ryou, I’ve often wondered what it would be like to take you instead of Bakura.”
Ryou cringed as Marik ran his long fingers down the side of his face. His face was filled with
fear.
“Ooh, this is so exciting” Marik purred as he captured Ryou’s lips with his own.
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            Seto knocked on Joey’s bedroom door repeatedly. After several minutes his patience
gave way, and he walked the the dark room.
“Wheeler, get up! We only have an hour before we need to be at the airport!” He growled as he
approached the bed. “It’s already going on ten’o-Wheeler? Joey?”
Seto pulled back the covers and gaped at the empty bed.
“What the......oh jeeez...Where the hell did that stupid mutt go now?”
“Seto?” Mokuba called out from the hallway.
Seto walked out of the room and met his younger brother in the hallway.
“Yes Mokuba?”
The younger brother rubbed his eyes and sighed.
“I’m sorry about last night. I didn’t mean to piss you off.”
Seto smiled at his brother.
“C’mere Mokuba.”
“What bro?” the younger ask cautiously.
Seto looked into his brothers eyes and shook his head. Mokuba wasn’t as tall as he was, but had
grown considerably. He was no longer a spunky little wide-eyed kid. He was now 17 years old;
an adult. He still had the same long black hair and big brown eyes, but now he also sported a
tongue piercing. His wardrobe mostly consisted of black button up shirts, tight black leather
pants, and his usual studded black leather bracelets and silver skull ring. Seto could handle
Mokuba’s choice of clothing, but Mokuba’s rebellious attitude was tearing him apart. Even
though he wanted to club his brother over the head for falling asleep smoking a cigarette and
starting a television set on fire, he also felt a strong urge to hug his brother as tight as he could.
He knew Mokuba wouldn’t go for the hugging thing though. Mokuba hadn’t hugged him in
years. It wasn’t “cool” to hug your big brother.
Seto patted Mokuba’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry about it Mokuba. I’m sorry too. Tell you what.......” Seto reached into his back
pocket and pulled out his wallet. He pulled out a mit full of cash.
“Go buy yourself another television set. But Mokuba, I need you to make me a promise.”
Mokuba cocked his head as he reached for the money.
“What’s that bro?”
Seto wasn’t leg gog go of the money until he had Mokuba’s word.
“Promise me you won’t burn this place down while I’m in Utah for the next few days?”
Mokuba smiled as he nodded his head.
“I promise.......uh, Seto?”
Seto stuffed his wallet back in his pocket and raised his eyebrows.
“Yes Mokuba?”
Mokuba shifted around uncomfortably.
“I’ll.......um....miss you.”
Seto smiled at his younger brother.
“You can call me anytime while I’m away. I’ll only be away for 3 ..”
Mokuba bit his bottom lip nervously.
“Uh...Seto? Do you think maybe we could, you know, do something fun after you get back?”
Seto smiled curiously at his brother.
“You mean like go to a movie or something?”
Mokuba nodded his head.
“Yeah, it’s been a long time since we, you know, hung out.
Seto couldn’t believe his ears. He was almost too stunned to reply.
“Uh, yeah.” he nodded eagerly. “I’d like that.”
“Cool” Mokuba turned to walk away, but stopped suddenly and turned back to Seto.
“Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you. Joey called a little while ago and said he was on his way over.”
“Oh? Did he say where he was?” Seto responded curiously.
“No, but he sounded drunk off his ass.”
Seto made a sour face at the sound of his little brothers vocabulary. It just didn’t sound right
coming from Mokuba, at least to Seto it didn’t sound right. He tried his best to ignore Mokuba’s
choice of words.
“Drunk? Well, that’s interesting. Thank you Mokuba.”
Mokuba shrugged his shoulders.
“No prob. I’ll call you tonight, okay?”
Seto nodded his head.
“Sounds good.”
Mokuba trotted off, back to his room without another moments hesitation. Seto walked in the
opposite direction and made his way out of the building.
As he stepped out of the front doors, a little red convertible pulled up to the curb. Seto stepped
back inside and watched through the glass.
Joey got out of the car and closed the door. He leaned through the open window and the driver
leaned over to meet him. Seto couldn’t quite make out of they were male or female. Joey
gripped the roof of the car as he leaned forward and kissed the driver.
Their lips met quickly, but were slow to pulled apart.
Seto watched in half horror, half fascination as Joey enjoyed the lips of the driver. Joey said a
few words to the driver before waving goodbye.
Seto squinted to try to get a sharper image of the mystery driver before they drove off.
Joey started walking toward the front doors, so Seto quickly made himself scarce. He slipped
into the elevator before Joey could see him.
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            Ryou swallowed hard as Marik stared at him like he was a piece of meat.
“Uh.....Marik?”
“What!” Marik growled in Ryou’s ear.
Ryou took a deep breath.
“I need to use to the bathroom.”
Marik bit down hard into Ryou’s shoulder.
“What!......grrrrr...whatever, go ahead, I guess.”
Ryou quickly ran for the bathroom, losing the blue town around his waist as he ran. He grabbed
the Millennium Ring and pulled it over his head.
//BAKURA! You’re psycho boyfriend is......//
//Ryou, settle down. I know. I heard everything. Don’t worry, I’ll handle this.”
With a flash of light from the ring, Bakura took control.
He looked in the bathroom mirror and grinned evilly as he ran his fingers through his hair.
“Hey ugly! Guess who’s back!” He proclaimed as he stepped out of the bathroom and into the
hallway.
Marik crossed his arms and stuck his nose up in the air.
“Hmpf! I am WAY better looking than you are! Goes to show what you know! You’re nothing
but a scrawny little bitch thief!”
Bakura glared evilly as the narcissistic Egyptian.
“HA! Bitch, eh? Well Mister- I’m just the most goddamn sexy thing to ever walk shadows- I’ve
got news for you! You’re fucking nose is too pointy for face! It’s hideous!” Bakura crinkled up
his nose and leaned in closer to Marik. “And at least I’ve got cool hair. You look like you stuck
your dick in a light socket and took a piss!”
Marik grabbed Bakura by his wrists and jerked him closer. He gazed with an evil lust into
Bakura’s cold brown eyes.
“You know what they say about brown eyes?”
Bakura let out a little growl.
“What.” he retorted with ire.
Marik filled the gap between them by cupping Bakura’s cheeks in his hands and pulling him into
a teasing kiss.
“They say people with brown eyes are full of shit.” he chuckled into Bak#821#8217;s mouth.
Bakura grabbed the blond by his wrists and forcefully shoved him back against the wall, not
breaking the kiss even for a second.
“If I wanted any lip out of you I would have pulled down your pants, Ishtar.”
“Well what are you waiting for?” Marik snarled seductively.
Bakura grabbed the front of Marik’s white, sleeveless t-shirt and forced their bodies even closer.
“I’m waiting for you to get your head out of your ass”
Marik growled evilly as he tackled Bakura to the floor.
“That’s it thief, you’re going down!”
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            Seto stepped off the plane, followed by Joey. A couple of men wearing black suits
carried their luggage out to an awaiting Jeep. After a half hour drive up into the mountains, they
finally arrived at the resort. They settled into their room and kicked back. Jop>Joey was still hungover pretty badly. He’d already slept through the entire flight cross country,
and he still hadn’t bothered to change his clothes. Joey flopped back onto the neatly made bed
and sighed.
“So what do we do now?”
Seto shrugged his shoulders.
“Anything we want to. I could go for something to eat.”
Joey propped himself up on his elbows and nodded eagerly.
“That sounds like a good idea.”
Seto walked over to the table and thumbed through the pamphlets stacked neatly in the middle.
He pulled out small black menu left by the resort.
“How does tartufo* sound?”
Joey made a sour face.
“Yuck. I’m not eating anything I can’t pronounce.”
Seto handed Joey the menu.
“Well take a look and see if there’s anything you’d like.”
Joey held up his hand.
“Nah, I know what I want. I could really go for some fucking spicy chicken wings!”
Seto nearly burst out laughing.
“Get real Wheeler! They don’t serve spicy chicken wings as a resort of this caliber.”
Joey hung his head.
Seto reached over and messed up Joey’s hair.
“Awe....is my puppy sad?” he snickered.
Joey swatted Seto’s hand away and turned his head.
“Is there a town nearby? I’ll fucking walk 50 miles if they got spicy chicken wings.”
Seto rolled his eyes.
“Oh right, whatever Wheeler. Let’s just get the tartufo. It’s just ice cream.”
Joey grabbed the blue and white ski jacket Seto had borrowed him and put it on.
“I’ll see ya later.”
Seto gaped in shock. The stupid mutt was actually going to do it! He was willing to walk to the
next town just for stupid chicken!
“Joey, no!, Wait.........” Joey stopped and looked back at Seto.
“Yeah?”
Seto grabbed his long black leather trench coat and the keys to the Jeep.
“There’s a town at the base of the mountain that probably has - spicy chicken wings- I’ll drive
you.”
“Now we’re talkin’!” Joey said triumphantly.
Seto rolled his eyes.
“Spicy chicken wings......

* French; White chocolate ice cream covered with a hard shell of dark chocolate,

served on a bed of Zabaione flavored with Mandarin Napoleon Liquor, garnished with
strawberries and whipped cream. (they serve it at a really good French restaurant in Las Vegas called
“Pamplemousse.”)

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            “Tell me why you were messing with my hikari Ishtar!” Bakura hissed as Marik
handcuffed his wrists to the bed posts.
“Don’t worry about it” Marik growled back as he positioned himself between Bakura’s legs.
“You just better worry about yourself.” Marik added with a lascivious grin.
Bakura locked eyes with Marik and held his breath. He used all of his will power to stop himself
from screaming as Marik came crashing inside of him. Marik laughed evilly as he thrust himself
into the bleeding yami.
Bakura wrapped his legs as tightly as he could around Marik’s waist as his eyes glazed over.
“You’re so fucking tight Bakura......gods yeah!” Marik panted as he slammed into Bakura
viscously.
Bakura began to adjust to Marik’s intrusion. He his vision slowly cleared, and the initial pain
had subsided. Marik thrusts didn’t hurt anymore. He felt his body give into to the violent shoves.
“Oh fuck yeah” Bakura moaned as he arched his hips up to meet Marik’s.
Marik drew his finger nails down Bakura’s sides and raked them over his hips. A small trail of
blood followed his nails.
He gripped Bakura’s manhood firmly.
“I want you to come with me.” Marik purred as he stroked Bakura.
Bakura threw back his head and grunted in response.
Marik slammed himself with all his might into Bakura, hitting just the right spot, as he pumped
him.
Tears came to Bakura’s eyes as Marik repeatedly hit the spot.
“I’m......going to......ahh......ahh......” Bakura panted irregularly as he tried holding back his
release.
Marik bit his lip and growled as his body shook his need.
“Me.too.....Oh gods! Oh fuck yeah!”
Bakura’s body shuddered as his release erupted out onto his stomach.
Marik gripped Bakura’s shoulders tightly as he reached his climax.
He collapsed on top of Bakura breathing heavily.
Both yami’s laid together silently for a few moments until they’d caught their breath.
Marik slowly pulled himself up and unlocked Bakura’s restraints.
Bakura looked at him curiously as he sat up.
“You mean you’re not going to leave me handcuffed to the bed?”
Marik tossed the cuffs onto the floor and chuckled.
“Nope. Malik needs to go over to his sisters house and pack.”
Bakura glanced down at the blood stained sheets and rubbed his wrists.
“Alright. I’ll send Ryou over to help him after I, uh- clean up.”
Marik rolled off the bed and grabbed some clothes off of the floor.
“So where were you last night?”
Bakura shifted nervously on the bed.
“I had some unfinished business to take care of.”
Marik locked over at Bakura suspiciously, but didn’t pry for any further information.
“Later” Marik mused as he walked out of the bedroom.
Bakura got up after he heard the front door slam shut. He walked into the bathroom and started
filling the bathtub with water.
//Thank you for saving me from him// Ryou’s voiced echoed through his head as he slipped into
the warm water and closed his eyes.
//I couldn’t let him take you Ryou.// Bakura responded as he tilted his head back into the water.
//I was scared..uh......shitless Bakura. I don’t know what I would have done if I wouldn’t have
been able to get to you.//
Bakura chuckled lightly.
//I see some of Malik’s mannerisms are starting to rub off on you hikari//
//Uh...Bakura? Can I have control again? I’d like to hurry over to Malik’s and help him pack.//
Bakura took a deep breath and yawned.
//I suppose. Don’t take the ring off for any reason though when your around Malik. I’ll keep you
safe Ryou.//
//It’s a deal// Ryou responded as Bakura vanished into his soul room to rest.
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            Joey gripped onto the dashboard like it was his life line.
“Christ Seto! Could you please settown?own? You’re going to get us killed!”
Seto held tightly to the steering wheel as he mashed on the gas pedal.
“Awe, is my little puppy scared? Relax Wheeler......I know what I’m doing.”
Joey glanced over at the speedometer and cringed.
“Kaiba! Are you crazy?!? You’re going 80 miles per hour on an icy mountain road!”
Seto turned up the radio and laughed.
“Isn’t it a rush?”
Joey held onto whatever he could as Seto drove like a kamikaze. Seto rounded an icy curve
going way too fast. The ass end of the Jeep spun out and sent the car fishtailing dangerously
close to the guard rail. Joey looked down cringed at the site of the deep gorge.
“Kaiba! Cut it out! I’m serious!”
Seto rolled his eyes and maneuvered the car back onto the road.
“Don’t be such a pansy, pup. I’m only having a little fun.”
Joey glanced into his rearview mirror and groaned.
“Oh great, there’s a cop with his lights on behind us.”
Seto glanced into his mirror and growled.
“Shit. Hang on tight, Wheeler!” he exclaimed as he slammed his foot down onto the gas pedal.
“Here we go again” Joey groaned as Seto drove like a maniac.
Suddenly, they ran into a thick patch of fog. Seto slammed on the brakes. The Jeep skidded out
of control and slammed into the side of the mountain, sending Seto flying into the windshield on
Joey’s side..
Joey was thrown forward, but was saved from being tossed around by his seatbelt. The Jeep over
turned onto it’s roof, preventing them from going any further.
“Seto!” Joey yelled in a panic as he unclipped his seatbelt. The CEO groaned as Joey stroked his
hair. He had a large cut that was bleeding profusely on his forehead.
“I’m.... okay.......Wheeler.....” Seto moaned as he tried to get up. He slowly lifted his head, but
feel back into Joey’s lap.
“Shit” Joey groaned as the red and blue flashing lights appeared behind them.
Without thinking, Joey jumped into the driver seat.
“No sudden moves! Come out with your hands up!” The cops yelled, pointing his gun at the
Jeep.
Joey took a deep breath and looked over at Seto.
“You saved my ass from the streets, so consider us even now.”
Joey opened the door of the Jeep and walkut wut with his hands up.
The cop quickly tackled Joey to the ground and slapped the cuffs on his wrists. He read him his
rights and locked in the back of his squad car.
Joey could hear him radioing for an ambulance. The next few hours seemed like a blur to Joey as
he was taken downtown and booked into jail for disorderly conduct with a motor vehicle and
driving without a license. The cops had no mercy on him. After being strip searched and fitted
with a orange jumpsuit, he was stuck in a cell with four disgruntled looking bikers. It seemed
like forever before an officer came back to the cell. Joey didn’t like the way the bikers were
staring at him. They reminded him too much of some of his father’s “old friends.” He sat as far
from them as he could the entire time.
“You’re free to go punk” The officer rudely commented as he tossed Joey his clothes.
Joey picked up his clothes and followed the officer into the room where he’d been booked. Seto
was waiting there for him anxiously. He had a large bandage fixed to his forehead.
“Joey, let’s get you out of here.”
Joey changed into his clothes without saying a word. He followed Seto out the front doors and
out to the street. Seto reached into his pocket and handed Joey a set of keys.
“You drive.” he said with a grin.
Joey drove them safely back to the resort. Seto kicked off his shoes and threw off his jacket
before resting back onto the bed.
“Joey?” he ask nervously.
“Yeah?” Joey responded distantly as he stared out the window.
Seto sat up and looked at the blonde.
“Thanks for taking rap for me. You didn’t have to do that you know.”
Joey shrugged his shoulders.
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