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The Pleasures of Sin

            Bakura ran his fingers through his disheveled white mane as he staggered off the sofa and
onto his feet.
“Damn Yugi, I think you wore me out.” Bakura laughed while picking up a fallen throw pillow
and pitching it back onto the sofa.
Yugi snickered as he sat up.
“You’re tired already? You must be getting old or something. I could go for another couple
rounds yet!”
Bakura just shook his head and chuckled. “My, my, my......” he said as he headed for the kitchen.
Yugi sat up and wiped the sweat on his forehead off with his hand. “Hey, where are you going?”
Bakura stopped and looked back. “To get a drink. Need anything?”
Yugi nodded his head. “Yeah, I could really go for some Kool-Aid.”
Bakura laughed as he turned toward the kitchen. “Kool-Aid? What is it with you hikari’s and
fucking Kool-Aid? Ryou is always drinking that stuff.”
Yugi laughed as he went into the kitchen. “That’s because it’s good!”
Bakura shook his head as he searched the cupboards for a drinking glass.
“I think I’ll pass,” He remarked as he helped himself to some water. He looked out the kitchen
window out at the empty, dimly lit street and stared blankly as he took a drink of water.
“Hmm, I wonder what happened to Ishtar.”
Yugi poured himself a glass of cherry Kool-Aid and shrugged his shoulders. “He probably left
without you. How’s that sore leg of your’s feeling?”
Bakura looked down at his cuts and scrapes and chuckled. “Much better, I haven’t really even
noticed it.”
“Well it looks awful!” Yugi answered as he tipped his glass to his lips.
Yugi drank the rest of his Kool-Aid as he walked up to Bakura.
“Ready for round two?” Yugi asked with a big Kool-Aid smile.
The thief licked his lips as he brushed Yugi’s spiky blond bangs out of his eyes. Yugi set his
empty glass on the counter next to Bakura’s. He bit his bottom lip as he gazed up into the thief’s
haunting brown eyes.
“I’m ready whenever you are.” Bakura answered, his eyes dark with lust. He leaned over and
picked Yugi up.
“Hey! What are you doing, Bakura?” Yugi giggled as the thief set him on the edge of the sink.
Bakura stood between Yugi’s legs and grinned mischievously.
“Perfect” he mused as he rested his hands on Yugi’s slender thighs. Bakura leaned over and
nipped at Yugi’s lower lip.
“Mm...cherries.....” he purred as he ran his hands up to Yugi’s waist.
Yugi crossed his legs tightly over the small of Bakura’s back and pulled their bodies together.
He reached up and rested his hand on Bakura’s cheek. Than he leaned over and licked lightly at
Bakura’s earlobe, brushing his free hand down Bakura’s chest simultaneously.
Bakura tilted his head back and moaned softly.
“I love when you do that, Yugi.”
Yugi lightly scraped his teeth down Bakura’s neck and nipped his shoulder. He nuzzled Bakura
affectionately as he nipped and kissed his way to the thief’s lips. Bakura leaned over, quickly
taking control of the kiss. He wrapped one arm around Yugi’s waist and put his hand on the
counter to steady himself on the sink.
Yugi could feel Bakura’s arousal grinding against his own. The friction between them sent
Yugi’s need to feel more of the thief skyrocketing. He dug his fingers into Bakura’s hair and
yanked him down. Bakura growled playfully as he was jerked forward. His hand slipped, causing
him to loose his balance. He grabbed at the first hard object his hand could get hold of for
support........which happened to be the handle to turn on the faucet. Ice cold water sprayed
between them.
“AHH! COLD!!! Quick! Turn it off!” Yugi shrieked as he tried to wiggle away. Bakura slapped
around in search of the handle, but Yugi’s squirming made it difficult.
“Shit!” Bakura snarled as he accidently knocked the glasses they’d been drinking from earlier
onto the hard floor.
Fortunately, Yugi found the handle to the faucet and turned off the water. Unfortunately, there
were razor sharp shards of glass all over the floor.
Bakura bit his lip as he looked down at Yugi.
Yugi looked up at Bakura and burst out laughing.
“Oops, I think we made a mess.”
Bakura nodded his head, “Just a little one.”
Yugi wiped his wet bangs out of his eyes and grinned.
“I guess we’ll have to do it on the table instead.”
Bakura scooped Yugi out of the sink into his arms. He kissed the tip of Yugi’s nose as he very
carefully stepped over the glass. “Sounds good enough to me.”
Bakura brought Yugi over to the table and pushed a napkin holder and a set of salt and pepper
shakers onto the floor. He set Yugi down on the hard surface and continued where they’d left
off.

            Marik rolled over in bed facing Yami, who was laying on his back with his arms crossed
behind his head. He was staring up at the ceiling with a far off look in his eyes . A scented
candle in the window sill cast a small amount of light over the Pharaoh’s face, revealing his
solemn gaze.
Marik reached over and took Yami’s hand.
“Are you alright?” He asked, his voice somewhat hoarse.
Yami took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“Yes” he answered somberly.
Marik ran his hand slowly up Yami’s arm. He could see his Yami’s chest rise and fall as Yami
breathed in and out. “Than what’s wrong? You haven’t said a thing in over 30 minutes.”
Yami sighed as he rolled over facing Marik. “I’m just thinking, that’s all.”
“About what?” Marik asked as he brushed his thumb over Yami’s lower lip.
“About what we just did.” Yami answered as he cuddled up against Marik’s chest.
Marik inhaled the scent of Yami’s shampoo and placed a kiss atop Yami’s head. “Go on.”
Yami hugged Marik closer and sighed. “Sex has always frightened me......the thought of letting
my guard down, being completely at somebody else’s mercy, unable to control myself...and
nowhere to run......”
Marik listened attentively to Yami as he snuck his hand onto Yami’s butt.
“M’hmm...”
Yami closed his eyes. “I’ve never felt comfortable under those circumstances......but tonight, I
..I......” Yami paused, “I’m not sure how to explain it, Marik. All I know is that tonight you
showed me that sharing control can be more rewarding.”
Marik chuckled as he scooted closer to Yami. “Are you saying you liked it when I chained you
to the chair with the Millennium Puzzle and rode you like a wild horse?”
Yami’s face grew warm as he blushed in reaction to Marik’s bluntness. The Pharaoh nodded his
head. “Something like that. It was being in control and out of control at the same time, you get
what I mean?”
Marik nodded his head. “Of course.”
Yami sighed against Marik’s chest. “I think that is also the reason Yugi and Bakura gravitate to
each other.”
Marik rested his chin on Yami’s head and chuckled. “It took you this long to figure that out?
Even I know there is a, shall I say, ‘softer’ side to the Tomb-robber. It’s what draws attention to
him. On the outside he appears cold as ice, but once you get to know him and figure out what
draws his weakness out, it’s like winning the battle.”
Yami nodded his head. “Right. Bakura gets off on discovering Yugi’s wilder instincts, while
Yugi gets off on finding Bakura’s softer side.”
Marik pulled Yami up so that they were face to face and smiled. “Does this little revelation
mean you’re going to lighten up on Bakura?”
Yami nodded his head. “As long he doesn’t hurt Yugi, I’ll stay out of their relationship. It also
means I’m okay with it if you want to be with Bakura too, now that I see why.”
Marik captured Yami’s lips and kissed him fervently. Yami parted his lips to allow the
Egyptian’s tongue entrance. They both were out of breath by the time Marik pulled away.
“Wow.....” Marik grinned as he caught his breath.
Yami closed his eyes and settled his cheek back against Marik’s chest. He yawned sleepily.
“I think you wore me out.” he said softly.
Marik wrapped his arm around Yami’s shoulders and held him close. He kissed the top of
Yami’s head.
“Next time I’ll let you take the top, how does that sound?” Marik smiled.
“Sounds like fun,” Yami answered as he started dozing off.
            Within minutes Yami was fast asleep. Marik quietly slipped out of bed and out of the
bedroom. He spotted his jeans haphazardly hanging over the banister of the stairs. He quickly
pulled them on and headed down the stairs. He found Bakura carrying a sleeping Yugi into the
living-room. Marik grinned at Bakura as he sat down to put his socks and boots on. Bakura laid
Yugi down on the sofa and covered him with a blanket. The Pharaoh’s light was out cold.
Bakura picked up his clothes and walked over to Marik.
“I assumed you had already left.” He said as he sat next to Marik on the step.
Marik brushed through his snarled hair with his fingers and laughed. “I probably would have
already left if Yami hadn’t demanded that I relieve him of his innocence.”
Bakura grinned evilly as he pulled on his shirt. “Way to go,” he chuckled. He carefully pulled his
jeans on and got up to retrieve his shoes and socks. “So is he a screamer or a moaner?”
Marik covered his mouth to muffle his laughter. “Both,” Marik answered, “and he likes to beg.”
Bakura rolled his eyes and finished getting himself dressed. He pulled on his leather jacket and
turned to look at Yugi one last time before leaving.
“You ready, Ishtar?” he asked quietly.
Marik picked his jacket up off the floor where Yami had tossed it earlier and pulled it on. “As
ready as I can be. Where are we going?”
Bakura walked toward the back door and chuckled evilly. “We’re going to find a replacement
motorcycle, unless you’re too tired from all that hot pharaoh sex.”
Marik sided up to Bakura and reached for the door knob. “Me? Tired? I doubt it. C’mon, Bakura,
let’s go stir up some chaos.”
Marik opened the door and gestured with his hand for Bakura to walk on through.
“Sex and chaos......such a lovely combination.” Bakura chuckled as he walked outside.
“Let’s make a quick stop at Taco Bell, I’m a little hungry. ” Marik said as he closed the door.
“I’m broke, you’re paying right?” Bakura said as he walked down the sidewalk.
“Who said anything about paying?” Marik laughed as he caught up to the thief.
Bakura’s lips curled into a devilish grin. “Excellent idea, but you realize only the drive-thru
window is open at this hour of the night.”
Marik spotted a motorcycle similar to Malik’s parked across the street and chuckled.
“That’s not going to be a problem, Bakura.”

            Malik blinked his eyes a couple of times as they slowly adjusted to the dim light coming
from the television.
“Sleep well?” Ryou asked cheerfully, surprising Malik.
Malik rubbed his eyes and yawned. “Ah, yeah.....wow. I didn’t even realize I’d dozed off. I
wonder what time it is.”
Ryou reached for the device that changed the channels on the television and switched onto one
of those stations that runs the time, temperature and local upcoming events 24 hours a day.
“It’s a little past two am according to the tv.” Ryou said as he reached for a cup of melting ice
chips. He winced as his fingers fell a few millimeters short of the cup.
“Owe...crap....that hurts. Can you reach those for me please, Malik?”
Malik gladly handed Ryou his ice chips. Ryou thanked Malik and scooped a few ice chips into
his mouth. They both sat quietly as Ryou flipped through the channels. He stopped on a show
and started to laugh. “I was watching this earlier, it’s about four old women who live together,
and they all have very different personalities. I almost split my stitches laughing!”
Malik leaned back in his chair and smiled. “It’s nice to see you’re doing better. You had me
really scared, Ryou. The thought of you dying really bothers me.”
Ryou held his hand out to Malik and smiled back. Malik took Ryou’s hand and kissed it
lovingly.
Ryou bit his bottom lip. “I know I scared you Malik, but I didn’t die, so everything is just fine.”
Malik squeezed Ryou’s hand as they went back to watching television.
Only a few minutes had passed before Malik started to laugh. He pointed up at the television.
“That grumpy old lady reminds me of Bakura! Bitch, bitch, bitch!”
Ryou cocked his head at the tv and giggled. “Oh gods, you’re right! He sounds just like her when
he’s ranting around!”
Malik sat quietly thinking as he and Ryou watched the sitcom. After the program ended, Ryou
turned off the tv and closed his eyes.
“I think I’m going to take a short nap if you don’t mind.”
Malik shrugged his shoulders and stood up. “That’s fine, I’ll head down to the cafeteria and grab
something to eat while you rest.”
            Malik walked slowly down the hall and listened to everything going on around him. The
nurses were chit- chatting at their station, while the cleaning crew mopped the floors. The sound
of a loud television came out of one of the rooms. Malik stuffed his hands in his pants pockets
and sighed as he took the elevator down to the cafeteria. He bought himself a bottle of soda and
a bag of cheese flavored popcorn, than found a seat by himself at an empty corner table. Malik
kept to himself as he nibbled at his food.
He hadn’t eaten much of anything the past few days, but his stomach still felt queasy. He was
happy Ryou was going to make a full recovery, but he still felt sick for some unknown reason.
He became so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn’t notice when an older nurse in her early 60's
got herself a cup of coffee and sat at the table with him.
“Are you feeling okay, Sunshine?” She asked as she set down her styrofoam coffee cup.
Malik was startled by her presence and braced himself. He looked up with wide eyes, but
quickly relaxed when no danger was apparent.
“Oh, hello there......” He said softy while trying to suck the popcorn out from between his teeth.
He glanced at the nurses name tag, “.....Joy.”
A character from a certain children’s cartoon he’d seen on television flashed through his mind.
Malik couldn’t help but chuckle.
Nurse Joy sipped her coffee.
“You look familiar, have we met before?” She asked curiously.
Malik didn’t know her from Eve, so he shook his head. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think we’ve ever
met. My name is Malik, Malik Ishtar.”
The nurse scratched her head. “Even your name sounds familiar. Hmm, I wonder where I’ve
seen you now.”
Malik shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe in a past life?” He suggested.
The nurse laughed as she took another sip of her coffee. “You look about my son’s age, maybe
you went to school with him?”
Malik shook his head. “I was home schooled by my father back in Egypt where I grew up.”
The nurse looked impressed.
“You’re from Egypt? Wait a minute, do you play that Duel Monsters game?”
Malik nodded his head. “I used to, but not much anymore. A lot of my friends still do though.”
The nurse smiled at she pointed at Malik. “Now I know where I’ve seen you. My daughter has
spoken of you. Her name is Anzu.”
Malik’s eyes got huge. It was Anzu’s mother he was talking to!
“Oh, uh......yes, I know her.” Malik nodded. He silently wondered if Anzu ever mentioned him
taking over her body back during the Battle City tournament to her mother. That would make for
one interesting discussion!
“Don’t worry, she’s only spoken highly of you.” Anzu’s mother smiled. “You must be here
because of your friend who had his appendix burst. He’s a very fortunate young man.”
Malik bit his lip. “I know....I almost lost him.”
The nurse cocked her head curiously. “Are you close to him?”
“He’s my boyfriend.” Malik answered nervously.
Nurse Joy smiled and patted Malik’s hand. “He’s also very fortunate to have someone like you
who cares so much about him.”
Malik smiled brightly. “Thank you. I appreciate the encouragement. I feel like crap over this
whole situation with Ryou. There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell him, but now I’m scared
if I tell him something bad might happen.”
“It’s something bad?” Anzu’s mother asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
Malik nodded his head somberly. He hoped she wasn’t going to ask him what the ‘bad thing’
was. BUT....... she did. Malik bit his lip and swallowed hard.
“I ....slept with someone else.” he answered her remorsefully. “Ryou and I hadn’t officially
started seeing each other, but we were getting close at the time.”
Anzu’s mother shrugged her shoulders and laughed. “I wouldn’t worry about it, Malik. If Ryou
loves you as much as I can see you love him, I think he’ll understand. He seems to be a very
understanding young man.”
Malik stared down at his soda bottle and sighed. “I know......I’m just an idiot I guess. I’ve been
completely faithful to Ryou otherwise. It was just that one time, and it’ll never happen again as
long as I live.”
Anzu’s mother got out of her seat and picked up her coffee. “If it really bothers you that much,
you need to tell him. If you don’t, your relationship with him may suffer.”
Malik looked up and nodded his head. “You’re right. Even though I’m scared to death, I have to
tell him.”
“I hope everything goes well for you.” Anzu’s mother smiled as she left the cafeteria. Malik sat
quietly for another hour thinking of what he was going to say to Ryou. Once he’d built enough
courage, he headed back to Ryou’s room. Ryou was laying in bed quietly watching a tv.
“How are you feeling, Ryou?” Malik asked as he stood at Ryou’s bedside.
Ryou rolled his eyes. “I feel like tearing my hair out, to be quite honest. I hate being in this
hospital, I hate the nurses, I hate the doctors, and I HATE all these food commercials on
television! Seriously, I never knew how much I loved real food until now.”
Malik brushed Ryou’s bangs out of his eyes and smiled.
“I love you so much, Ryou Bakura.”
Ryou blushed. He reached up and touched Malik’s cheek with his fingertips. “I love you to,
Malik. Is something wrong? You look sad.”
Malik nodded his head as he sat down in the chair next to the bed.
“Yes, actually there is something wrong. There’s something I have to tell you, and I hope to Ra
you don’t hate me for it.”
Ryou looked at Malik nervously.
Malik took a deep breath. “The week before we started officially seeing each other....I made a
little mistake.”
Ryou listened closely. “Go on...”
Malik took another deep breath.
“I slept with Marik.” The Egyptian held his breath as he watched Ryou absorb what he’d just
revealed to him.
Ryou stared down at his bed sheets as he thought. Malik waited by his bedside anxiously
awaiting Ryou’s verdict.
After a long silence, Ryou looked up and Malik and smiled.
“I understand, Malik, and it’s okay. I’m not angry with you. I actually have a little confession to
make too.”
“Oh?” Malik answered nervously.
Ryou turned down the volume of the television and reached for Malik’s hand.
“Even though I love you, I think I have some unresolved feeling for my yami. He’s all I’ve been
able to think about the past few days. I hope you’re not mad.”
Malik shook his head.
“I’m not.....I can relate.”
Ryou squeezed Malik’s hand. “I’m stuck with Bakura forever, so I have to deal with him no
matter what. I know that’s how it is with you and Marik. Our darker halves can be very
powerful, making it impossible to not give in to them.”
“So are you saying you won’t be mad if I end up having sex with Marik again?” Malik asked.
Ryou nodded his head. “As long as you aren’t too upset if something goes on between Bakura
and I.”
Malik’s eyes lit up like fireworks. He got up and gently hugged Ryou.
“I’m so lucky to have you.” He said softly as he touched Ryou’s cheek.
“We were made for each other, Malik.” Ryou answered as he glanced at the television. There
was a reporter standing infront of what looked to be a building engulfed in flames.
“Oh my....” he said nervously as he turned up the volume. “...that looks familiar. Isn’t that near
by here?”
Malik glanced at the television and gasp. “Holy shit, that’s only two blocks from here! I wonder
what happened.”
Ryou shook his head and turned off the television. “Who cares, right? What matters more to me
now is trying to talk you into kissing me.”
Malik smiled at Ryou and kissed him softly on the lips.
“We could get into trouble for doing this if one of the nurses hear us.”
“Than turn on some music, there’s a radio over on the desk.” Ryou chuckled.
            Yami opened his eyes and sat up in bed. Footsteps coming up the stairs had pulled him
from his slumber. He turned on the lamp next to the bed and watched the door.
Yugi stumbled into the doorway completely nude.
Yami tried to turn his head, but his eyes refused to take themselves off of Yugi.
“Owe, my neck....” Yugi whimpered as he crawled in bed next to Yami.
Yami chuckled as he rolled over and put his arm around Yugi.
“Fall asleep on the sofa?”
“M’hmm” Yugi whimpered again as he stiffly nodded his head.
Yami leaned over and sympathetically kissed Yugi’s neck. Yugi slowly turned his head and
looked up into Yami’s eyes.
“Yami?”
“Yes, aibou?”
“Can you shut off the light now?”
Yami laughed as he reached over and turned off the lamp.
“Is that better?”
Yugi cuddled up against Yami and sighed.
“Yes, thank you.”
Yami suddenly felt Yugi’s warm hand resting on his pelvic bone.
“Yami?”
“Yes, Yugi?”
“Did you have sex with Marik tonight?”
Yami was very glad he’d shut the light off. He could feel himself blushing.
“Uh.....well, yes, I did actually. How did you figure that out?”
“Aside from the trail of clothes, the broken chair, and scratch marks I saw on your chest, I think
I just laid on a wet spot......” Yugi giggled as he squirmed onto Yami’s side of the bed.
Yami’s jaw dropped.
He was speechless.
“Mind sharing your side of the bed tonight, Yams?” Yugi chuckled as he rolled on top of his
yami.
Yami bit his lip. “I’m sorry, aibou.....”
Yugi wrapped himself around Yami and giggled. “It’s okay, Mou Hitori no Boku, I kinda like
this better anyway.”
Both Yami and Yugi laid quietly for a few minutes until suddenly, Yugi poked his head up.
“Yami can you turn on the radio? I’m not used to it being so quiet.”

            Bakura cautiously poked his head out from the side of the brick building and looked
around.
“The coast is clear, Ishtar, c’mon!” Bakura said quickly as he waves for Marik to follow him.
They both bolted out of the dark alley and across the street.
Bakura breathed a sigh of relief as he opened the door marked “Employees Only.” Once they
were inside, he locked the door and groaned.
“You’re lucky I knew this place was here.”
Marik parked their stolen motorcycle by the door and laughed. “What’s wrong, Bakura? Too
much excitement for my sexy thief-bitch?”
Bakura glared sharply at the cocky Egyptian as he hoisted himself up onto a desk. “I’m wet, my
leg hurts, and I’m wearing a sky blue prom dress.” he snarled.
“If it’s any consolation, my tuxedo is riding up and if I bend over I may just split the inseam.”
Marik snickered as he pulled a flask out of the inner pocket of his wet suit coat.
“Mmm...whisky...nectar of the gods!” he exclaimed as he unscrewed the cap.
Bakura lit up a cigarette and kicked off the black high-heeled woman’s dress shoes he was
wearing.
“Give me that!” he said firmly as he yanked the flask away from Marik.
“REEOW! What bit you in ass?” Marik asked as he watched Bakura chug down the rest of his
alcohol.
Bakura wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and handed Marik his empty flask back.
“What bit me in the ass? Well let’s reflect back for a moment. YOU stole a motorcycle that was
out of fuel, YOU over-filled the gas tank and spilled all that fuel onto the pavement, and YOU
set off the alarm at the store we stole these outfits from. Now YOU tell ME what could have
possibly bit me in the ass, dolt.”
Bakura rolled his eyes as he sat infront of the soundboard.
Marik stood behind Bakura and started messaging the thief’s shoulders.
“You’re the one who threw the lit cigarette.” He remarked as he watched Bakura boot up a
computer and press a few buttons on the soundboard.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever....” Bakura mused as he rolled the kinks out of his neck.
“So this is where you scored your big radio debut, eh? Where are the two retards that are
suppose to be running this show?” Marik asked curiously.
Bakura handed Marik a set of headphones and grinned evilly. “Honestly? I sent them to the
Shadow Realm.”
“YOU WHAT!?!” Marik gasp in disbelief. “How did you do that without, you know.........pissing
off the gods?”
Bakura chuckled evilly as he typed something into the computer. Marik knew Bakura too well to
not realize when the thief was up to something.
“Unless......” Marik paused, “Unless you are in possession if a Millennium Item. Is there
something you’re hiding from me, Bakura?”
Bakura handed Marik a set of headphones and grinned.
“Maybe.”
Marik sat down and looked at Bakura suspiciously.
“Put those things on your head, it’s time to have a little fun, Ishtar.” Bakura said as he flicked his
cigarette down onto the floor and stomped it out.
Marik slipped the headphones on and sat at the desk.
“Don’t make me have to hurt you, Bakura. If you have a Millennium Item, I have to know.”
Bakura reached for the talk button and winked at Marik.
“On the air in, 3, 2, 1......Hello all you ugly pathetic mortals. This station has undergone some
changes recently. Prepare to experience the darkest powers known to man!”
Bakura cued up a song and focused back on Marik.
The Egyptian was tapping his fingers on the desk and glaring dagger through Bakura.
“Don’t make me have to hurt you, Bakura. Tell me the dirt on how you sent Bug-face and Fossil-dick to the Shadow Realm without upsetting the gods, or else.”
Bakura pretended to lock his lips and throw away the key, grinning like a serpent. He crossed his
arms and grinned smugly.
Marik let out a low, vicious growl from the back of his throat.
“Damn you, Bakura.......why is it you look so fucking sexy when you’re being a complete
asshole?”
Bakura shrugged his shoulders, making the tiny blue sequins on the dress he was wearing sparkle
in the light.
Marik shook his head. “You look kind of cute in that dress. That shade of blue really sets off
your eyes well.”
“Oh, shut it, Ishtar. You’re just jealous because you look like a schizophrenic penguin with a
bow-tie.”
“Is that so now?” Marik laughed.
Bakura shifted around in his seat uncomfortably. “I was too busy running than giving a shit
about what kind of get-a-way clothes I was grabbing.”
Bakura leaned forward and reached around his back to unzip the uncomfortably garment. Even
though his arms were long, he couldn’t reach the pesky zipper.
“Shit. Can you get this for me, Marik? This material is making my beautiful man-boobs itch.”
“You’re what?” Marik burst out laughing as he got up to assist Bakura.
“Man-boobs, you know.....guy tits.”
“WHAT!?!” Marik laughed some more as he unzipped Bakura’s shiny evening gown.
“Just forget it.” Bakura groaned as he hiked up his skirt to check out the damage his leg had
sustained earlier.
Marik glanced down at Bakura’s leg and shook his head. “Damn, you really messed that up,
Ace.”
Bakura flinched as he pressed on a particularly nasty looking big purple bruise. He frowned as
he surveyed the damage.
“I suppose you think this is funny.”
Marik nodded his head.
“Just a little.”
Marik leaned over and lightly nipped at Bakura’s earlobe. “Want me to kiss it and make it all
better?”
Bakura rolled his eyes and tried to shrug Marik away. “I got something you can kiss, namely my
ass! Gods, why the hell do you always have to touch me?”
“Because I like how you feel.” Marik snickered as he grazed Bakura’s bare shoulder with his
teeth.
Bakura rolled his eyes.
“You’re about two seconds from feeling my fist, tomb keeper.”
Marik grabbed Bakura by the throat and shoved him back into his seat.
“Call me that again and I’ll make you regret it.”
Bakura’s cheeks grew redder as oxygen failed to reach his lungs. He clawed at Marik’s hands
and tried to pry the Egyptians fingers apart so he could breath.
Marik loosened his grip and slowly let Bakura go.
After he’d caught his breath, Bakura cracked his knuckles.
“I take it you still hate being called ‘tomb keeper’?”
Marik clenched his fists.
“I’m serious, Bakura......shut up. You WILL regret it if you don’t.”
“Tomb keeper!” Bakura grinned evilly.
“That’s fucking it!” Marik snarled as he picked Bakura up by the front of his dress and slammed
him down on the soundboard. “You’re just asking for a pounding, aren’t you?”
Bakura’s head hit the soundboard hard. He unknowingly also flipped on the microphone switch
with his hand as he was thrown back.
The green light went on.
“You’re going to pound me, are you? Well I must warn you, I don’t go down without a fight!”
Bakura said coldly.
Marik leaned over and grabbed Bakura’s face, squeezing the thief’s cheeks with his fingertips.
He nipped at Bakura’s lower lip as he pressed his body against the thief’s.
“You’re so hot, Bakura.”
Bakura grabbed to fistfuls of Marik’s hair and pulled Marik’s lips against his own. Marik
released his grip on Bakura’s face and grabbed the thief’s wrists, pinning them back against the
soundboard. He held Bakura flat against the expensive piece of equipment and opened his mouth
to allow Bakura’s prodding tongue entrance.
Bakura brought his legs up and bent his knees, crossing his ankles around Marik’s waist.
Marik pulled his lips away from Bakura’s and gasp for breath. Bakura tightened his knees and
squeezed Marik closer to him.
Marik moaned lightly as his formal pants started to grow too tight. He released Bakura’s wrists
and quickly removed the restricting garment.
Bakura watched on eagerly as Marik pulled off his pants and threw them aside. He couldn’t
resist the urge to reached down and pump him own arousal as he watched.
Marik tore off his shirt and stood between Bakura’s legs. Bakura looked up at the Egyptian with
a face void of shame as he continued to pleasure himself manually.
Marik grabbed Bakura’s free hand and guided it to his manhood.
Bakura tightened his legs more to bring their arousals together, stroking them together in both
his hands simultaneously.
Marik tilted his head back and moaned as he bucked his hips into Bakura’s grip.
“Uhnnn.....yeah........that’s so hot Bakura......feels so good......”
Marik grabbed the front of the dress Bakura was wearing and tore it open. Tiny sequin sparkled
as they flew through the air.
Bakura released his legs from around Marik’s waist and slowly leaned over and took Marik’s
shaft into his mouth.
Marik’s breathing got faster as Bakura’s flicked his tongue into the tiny pool of pre-cum seeping
from the tip of Marik’s length.
He savored the salty liquid briefly before taking Marik’s hard-on completely into his mouth.
Marik moaned and whimpered as Bakura showed off his prowess for oral torture.
Marik could only take Bakura’s torment for so long before he couldn’t handle it. He growled
gutturally as he pulled Bakura up by his hair and pushed him backward.
“Time for you to get fucked, Bakura....think you can take this?” Marik grinned as he stroked his
throbbing erection.
Bakura pulled his knees up and nodded his head.
Marik didn’t waste time preparing the tomb raider for much of anything. He positioned himself
at Bakura’s entrance and pushed inside of the thief’s heat.
Bakura gasp initially as Marik’s length filled him, but quickly got used to the Egyptian’s size.
Marik moved slowly at first, letting Bakura’s tight channel squeeze around his shaft. Bakura’s
soft moans grew louder as Marik thrust harder and deep into him.
“You’re as hot of a fuck as I thought you’d be, Bakura....so fucking tight.....” Marik hissed
between clenched teeth.
            Ryou and Malik stared at each other in complete disbelief as the sounds of their yami’s
fucking came through the radio. Their jaws wide open as they listened in horror.
“Harder, Ishtar, HARDER!”
“So close...oh gods...I’m almost there....”
            Yami shook Yugi gently as he tried to turn up the sounds coming from the clock- radio
by the bed.
Yugi groaned as he opened his eyes.
“What’s the matter, Yami?”
“Just listen.” Yami said with a look of shock on his face.
“That’s right, Bakura.....come for me!”
“Not before I make you come for me!”
“Oh gods.....can’t take it.....so hot...so tight.....UHH! BAKURA!”
“UH-Uh-Uh.......MARIK!”
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*A/N: So how’s that for on air entertainment? You likey? Was it worth the wait? Sorry for taking
so long to post this. Seriously, I don’t get a cheap thrill out of watching ya’ll squirm, really! I
swear! Here’s the real story: I’ve been busy finishing writing this little fic. There’s only one
more chapter left. I can’t thank those of you enough who cared enough to leave a review! You
RULE!! (and inspire long-assed chapters like this one) LOL
Also, if I missed out any grammatical errors, I’ll try to have them fixed up by tonight.
(P.S. As soon as I see 10 good reviews I'll post the conclusion!) *evil authoress laugh*
xoxox
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