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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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Getting Away with Murder (Diabolical Fuck)
*disclaimer* I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh or “Devil’s Child by Judas Priest.
Warning: Marik and Bakura fuck...you probably know what that means...

            “What kind of crack are you on, Marik? I’ll never understand what you and the Pharaoh
get out of masturbating over the telephone,” Bakura mused as he lit up a cigarette and sat in his
chair.
“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, Bakura,” Marik answered, taking a lick of his melting
popsicle. He smacked his lips and looked around the room. “So what brings you home? Where
are Malik and Yugi?”
Bakura shrugged his shoulders and kicked his feet up on the coffee table. He tapped the ash from
his cigarette into a glass ashtray on the arm of the chair. “They’re somewhere over the fucking
rainbow, freak.”
“What’s that suppose to mean?” Marik asked, narrowing his eyes.
“It means I’m not going to tell you, moron. Can you please get some pants on now? You’re
making me feel nauseous.”
Marik grabbed a pillow and threw it at Bakura. “Than cover your fucking eyes, fool,” he laughed.
Bakura caught the pillow and snickered as he threw it back at Marik. “If you tell me what you did
to get Malik in trouble, I’ll tell you where he is.”
Marik set the pillow on his lap and shook his head. “I honestly have no fucking clue why the
cops are after him. It can’t be anything I did.”
“So let’s find out. You up for some breaking and entering tonight, hmm?”
“Are you suggesting we break into the police station?”
“Duh... So are you in with me, or do I have to do this by myself?”
Marik shrugged his shoulders. “I’m in, sounds like fun.”
Bakura grinned deviously as he put out his cigarette. “Excellent. We have one thing to do before
we go though...”

            Ryou’s face lit up when Marik and Bakura walked into the studio...with 32 ounce
styrofoam cups of cappuccino. “GIMMIE!” Ryou exclaimed, practically tackling Bakura.
“That’s not quite the greeting I was expecting, hikari,” Bakura chuckled as he handed over his
drink to his elated light. “Miss me?”
Ryou set the cappuccino down on the desk and hugged his yami. “Yes, I did. So where’s Malik?”
he asked, looking at Bakura.
Bakura held Ryou out at arms length. “I’d tell you, but than I’d be forced to kill you. Malik is
fine, rest assured, and he misses you very much.”
“But..but, yami...oh screw it,” Ryou sighed as he sat back down in front of the microphone. The
song he’d played was almost over, and he knew Bakura wasn’t going to spill the beans anyway.
Secrets were always safe with him. Ryou took a sip of his cappuccino before cuing up another
track.
Bakura grabbed a few items out of his desk and shoved them into the pockets of his leather
jacket. “Alright, Marik, let’s do this.”
Marik grinned evilly. His eye twitched and he started to laugh. The pre-illegal activity adrenaline
was beginning to pulse through his veins.
“I don’t even want to know...” Ryou sighed, taking a sip of the cappuccino.
“That’s right, you don’t,” Marik laughed as he walked towards the door.
Bakura put his hand on Ryou’s shoulder.
Ryou twisted his neck around and looked up at Bakura. “Yes, yami?”
Bakura lightly traced along Ryou’s jawbone with his fingertip. “Call Jounouchi or Honda to fill
in for you. We will be back to pick you up in about an hour.”
Ryou nodded his head, keeping his questions to himself. He knew it was better he didn’t know
the details of what Marik and Bakura were up to, but he couldn’t help but still be a bit curious.
Bakura smiled crookedly as he walked back to join Marik at the door. On his way out, he stopped
for a moment to open his mind-link with Ryou.
“GAH! Bakura!!!” Ryou shouted, as a mental picture of Bakura fucking him senseless on a
trampoline arrived in his head.
‘That ought to keep his mind off Malik for a while,’ Bakura chuckled to himself as he followed
Marik out to the car.

            Bakura looked around cautiously as he and Marik walked around to the back of the police
station. “Try to look inconspicuous,” he whispered to Marik as he knelt down.
Marik stood guard, trying to look as inconspicuous as a wild-eyed evil guy with crazy spiky blonde hair could look.
While holding a flashlight in his mouth, Bakura pried the basement level window open with a
screwdriver and his trusty pocket knife, popping it out of the vinyl frame. “I got it! Hurry, let’ do
this! We only have about thirty minutes.”
Marik smirked as he followed Bakura in through the window. “Something tells me you’ve done
this before,” he mused as he landed, his boot heels clicking on the tiled flooring.
Bakura headed straight to a computer and turned it on.
Marik wandered around the room aimlessly while Bakura went to work on the computer. He
found a police hat hanging on the wall, so he promptly grabbed it and plunked it on his head. He
turned toward Bakura and chuckled, “What do you think?” He asked, modeling hat.
Bakura took a quick glance back at Marik. “Oh Christ, Marik, you look completely ridiculous. Now get
over here, I need your help.”
Marik went and stood behind Bakura, looking over his shoulder.
Bakura growled as he read over the words on the screen. “Marik, you dumb shit. You dumb,
dumb, dumb shit.”
“Hey, watch it, you ugly-fuck,” Marik growled, punching Bakura’s shoulder.
Bakura rubbed his arm and shook his head, “You’re not going to believe this.”
“Oh? Try me.-”
Bakura leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms. “It says here Malik is internationally
wanted for murdering someone, any guesses as to who?”
“What!?!” Marik gasp, taken completely off guard. “Malik never killed anybody, I would have
known if he did!”
“You really are an idiot,” Bakura said dryly. He pointed at the computer screen.,“Look.”
Marik read over Malik’s record. He shook his head in disbelief. “No fucking way...”
“I’m willing to bet Ishizu was here to tell Malik he’s wanted for murdering his father,” Bakura
smirked as he sat up straight and continued typing things into the computer.
“Malik is going to be so pissed at me for this, fuck!” Marik growled, punching the wall.
Bakura grinned wickedly as the phrase ‘ENTRY DELETED’ popped up on the screen. “There,
all fixed. Malik’s criminal record exists no longer.”
Marik looked at Bakura a little surprised. “That’s it? You just punch a few keys and everything is
gone? I must say, Bakura, I’m quite impressed.”
Bakura chuckled as he punched a few more keys. “I might as well make sure Ryou’s record is
clean while I’m in the system.”
Marik shook his head. “I think I’m beginning to understand now. You are quite a sneaky devil,
Bakura, I’ll give you that.”
Bakura looked back at Marik and grinned. He loved the look in Marik’s eyes whenever they were
up to no good. Those dark purple orbs full of inhibition and disregard...mmm..so hot. It would
be a miracle if he could make it out of the building without fucking the Egyptian senseless. He
wasn’t going to admit that the police hat ...was sexy.
“You ready, Bakura?”
“You bet I am,” Bakura smirked wickedly, turning off the computer.
“Help me up,” Marik said, reaching up for the open window they’d broke in through.
Bakura licked his lips, keeping a sharp eye on Marik’s ass. “As you wish,” he nodded, kneeling
down. Bakura wove his fingers together to create a make shift step for Marik to use to get up
high enough to get out.
Marik used Bakura’s ‘step’ as leverage to hoist himself up. He hung on the window sill for a few
moments, his legs dangling in mid-air.
“Oh hell yeah, Marik,” Bakura smirked, reaching up and running his hand down the smooth
curve of Marik’s ass.
Hypnotize me
Mesmerize me
Feel my willpower slip
Light my fire
With cold desire
Losing all my grip
“What the hell are you doing, Bakura? We need to get the fuck out of here,” Marik protested,
wiggling around to get Bakura’s hand off of his ass.
Bakura chuckled evilly as he slid his hand between Marik’s legs, lightly rubbing the bulge in the
front of Marik’s jeans.
Marik let out a small moan as the thief’s ghostly touch began arousing his senses. “You’re
fucking evil, Bakura...geesh. Now is not the time to be touching my cock.”
Bakura pulled his hand back and laughed. “Fine than, it's your loss. l guess I'll just touch ...my own.”
Marik bit his lip as he watched Bakura unbutton his pants, slowly tugging his zipper down.
“Grrr...Bakura...you’re looking for trouble, aren’t you?”
Eat my diamonds
Drinking all my gin
Feast your eyes on
A whole lotta sin
Bakura slipped his fingers into the front of his pants and let out a deep moan as he touched his
arousal. “Gods...so hard already...”
“That’s it, mutherfucker!” Marik snarled as he let go of the window sill and dropped back down,
landing on his feet. He grabbed Bakura by the front of his shirt and yanked him into a demanding
kiss, growling into the thief’s open mouth. He reached down and pulled Bakura’s hand out of his
pants, replacing it with his own. He wrapped his hand around Bakura’s growing length and
slowly stroked the sensitive muscle.
Bakura placed his hands on Marik’s slender hips. He moaned from the Egyptian’s promising
touch. He moved his hips in rhythm with each painstaking stroke.
Oh no you're so damned wicked
You got me by the throat
Oh no gotcha claws stuck in me
You never let me go
I believe you're the devil
I believe you're the devil's child
Marik released Bakura’s shirt and nimbly unfastened the buttons keeping it together.
Both their mouths fought for dominance; licking, sucking and playfully biting each other’s lips.
Bakura moved his hands around to Marik’s ass, cupping the firm cheeks in his hands. “Marik...”
He whispered, staring into the Egyptian’s eyes. While usually dominant and in control, it was
times like these when Bakura could see another side of Marik, a side he rarely let slip out...his
weak side; the elusive susceptible side of Marik. Bakura could read the desperation spelled out in the blonde’s glazed over, lust-filled
eyes. Marik was ready to party hard...so to say, and if he played his cards right, he'd end up on top.
Marik traced a teasing circle around Bakura right nipple. “Gods, Bakura... You have no idea how
much I’ve been craving this.”
Bakura reached up and placed his finger over Marik’s warm, moist lips. “Maybe I do,” he
answered with a lascivious wink.
Marik nipped at Bakura’s finger. Growling, he lightly sunk into the digit.
Bakura slipped his hand between their bodies and unfastened Marik’s jeans, releasing the
Egyptian’s finger from his sharp teeth.
Marik hissed as Bakura’s hand wrapped around his length, firmly squeezing the needy organ.

Took my dreams
And now it's seems you're nothing but a liar
Smash and grab at all I had
Build my funeral pyre
Stop pretendin'
Got me growin' old
Your tormentin's
Fit to snap my soul
“Hmmm...what’s this now?” Bakura smirked, slowly stroking Marik’s manhood.
Marik pumped his hips in rhythm with Bakura’s hand, moaning deeply as he nuzzled Bakura’s
cheek, lightly licking at the thief’s earlobe. .
“You’re so easy to excite,” Bakura chuckled, running his fingertips down Marik’s back.
Marik growled in Bakura’s ear, than pushed the yami back onto the desk behind them.
Bakura grabbed Marik by his shoulders and pulled him down on top of him. He kicked off his
boots and wrapped his legs tightly around Marik’s waist, squeezing their exposed lower bodies
closer.
Marik rubbed himself roughly up against Bakura’s arousal, while at the same time savagely
kissing Bakura.
Bakura panted intermittently as he thrust back against Marik’s movements. The thief’s
fingernails left deep scratches down the carvings in the Egyptian’s back, leaving little trails of
blood in their wake.
Their hands explored each other’s bodies in a fevered frenzy, clawing and stroking each other’s
bare skin.
Oh no you're so damned wicked
You got me by the throat
Oh no gotcha claws stuck in me
You never let me go
I believe you're the devil
I believe you're the devil's child
I believe you're the devil
I believe you're the devil's child
Bakura’s knocked Marik’s police hat off in the heat of the moment, sending it flying. It hit a cup
of pens and pencils, knocking them down onto the floor.
Bakura broke their kiss and chuckled, glancing down at the mess they had created.
Marik shrugged his shoulders and laughed, “Oops.” He pulled Bakura’s pants completely off and
tossed them aside. He stepped back for a moment to admire Bakura’s lean, but muscular body.
Bakura spread his legs further apart, allowing Marik a better look at him. He reached between his
legs and touched himself suggestively.
Marik took a minute to watch Bakura’s fingers trace along each vein around the engorged
muscle. He licked his lips and grinned. “Sweet... that’s right, Bakura.”
Bakura slid off of the table and stood in front of Marik, wearing only a devilish smirk and the
Millennium Ring.
Marik looked at him curiously. “You’re up to something, I can see it in your eyes.”
“Very perceptive,” Bakura chuckled, hiding something he’s taken off the desk behind his back.
He reached out and took hold of Marik’s hand. Bringing it up to his lips, he’s kissed each
individual knuckle.
Marik cupped Bakura’s cheek in his hand and leaned forward to kiss him.
*Click*
Marik’s eyes shot wide open as he felt cold metal surround his wrist. He looked down and saw
that Bakura had cleverly slapped a handcuff on him.
Before Marik had time to think, Bakura pushed him back against the wall and pinned his
shoulders flat. He growled as he confiscated a heated kiss, completely dazing Marik.
*click*
Marik chuckled into the kiss, Bakura had just won that round. Might as well let him continue and
see what’s going through his mind, right? Marik brought his leg up around Bakura’s waist, and
pressed his body close to the thief’s.
You took my heart
And left it blown to smithereens
I gave my body as a slave
You cut my flesh
And drank my blood that poured in streams
I'm left here broken and ashamed

Bakura ground himself roughly against Marik. He pulled his mouth away and stared into Marik’s
eyes. “Turn around,” he growled, almost touching Marik’s nose with his own.
Marik narrowed his eyes. “Make me,” he growled back, nipping at Bakura’s lower lip.
Bakura smirked than grabbed Marik by the throat, holding him back against the wall. “With
pleasure,” he hissed, watching Marik’s face turn red.
Marik brought his arms down hard, knocking Bakura’s hand down. Even though he was gasping
for air, he instinctively lunged forward and knocked Bakura backward.
Bakura fell back onto the floor. Before he even had a chance to blink, Marik was on top of him,
straddling his hips. “Even cuffed I can out-smart you,” the blonde chuckled, looking down at the
thief.
Bakura grinned as he reached between Marik’s legs.
Marik moaned wantonly as Bakura’s fingers caressed his swollen erection.
With serpentine agility, Bakura took advantage of the moment and slithered out from under
Marik. He tackled Marik backward, never missing a stroke.
Marik landed on his back with a hard thud. He winced as he head bounced off the tiled floor.
Bakura chuckled and hooked Marik’s leg over his shoulder. He positioned his head of his length
at Marik’s entrance.
Marik spread his legs further apart to allow Bakura for space. He caught his breath as he mentally
prepared himself to be taken by the thief.
Goin' under
Hear the thunder
Death defying grace
Your condition breeds ammunition
Shoots me in the face
Vicious talkin'
Stabs me like a knife
Scratched and bruised, so abused
I'm a human sacrifice

Bakura swirled the head of his cock around Marik’s opening, lubing the small area with his pre-cum. He looked at Marik’s face as he pressed himself inside.
Marik moaned loudly, squeezing his eyelids shut as Bakura impaled him.
Bakura hissed as he fully penetrated the blonde. He slowly began moving within him, his strokes
rapidly growing faster and harder.
“Oh fuck yeah..” Marik moaned, rocking his hips in sync with Bakura’s animalistic movements.
Bakura pounded into Marik’s prostrate, eliciting a jumbled series of desperate growls and ragged
moans from Marik.
Oh no you're so damned wicked
You got me by the throat
Oh no gotcha claws stuck in me
You never let me go
I believe you're the devil
I believe you're the devil's child
I believe you're the devil
I believe you're the devil's child
The minutes ticked by on the clock as Bakura took his fill Marik. He pounded mercilessly into
the blonde, sending both their libido’s over the edge.
Marik was the first to reach his climax, spilling his warm seed between their naked, sweat-covered bodies. He grunted and groaned as Bakura pumped out every last drop.
Bakura suddenly let out a whimper. His body shook as he filled Marik with his release. He
collapsed on top of the blonde breathless.
Suddenly...the lights turned on. “Oh shit,” Marik muttered.
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A/N: Ah, *le sigh*.... That felt good to get out of my system. Hope you enjoyed the yami-sex.
I’m off to work on “Don’t Look Back,” now. Reviews appreciated greatly!!!
xoxox
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