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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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A/N: No..I didn’t die again. I am still very alive...I think. Sorry for taking so fucking long with
this chapter. Hope the lemon at the end makes up for it.
Stress Relief

            “Awe man, Ryou...that song! It’s making me cry, dang it! It’s so sad! I think I need a
hug!” Jounouchi whimpered into the microphone, wiping little clear tears from his cheeks.
Ryou chuckled as he let the track fade out, “Oh stop, Jounouchi, don’t work yourself up.” Ryou
spoke into his microphone, “That last song was called “Best of Friends,” by Dangerous Toys, and
it was requested by some dink who burped in the phone. Fuck you, asshole! I hope you choked
on your song!”
Jounouchi wiped his eyes and made a face at Ryou. “Wow, that’s something I never thought I’d
hear out of your mouth!”
Ryou shrugged as he took a bite of his snickers bar, washing it down with a drink of Jolt cola.
“Well, you just did,” he said with his mouth full. Once he’d swallowed everything down, he
cleared his throat, “I wonder what ever happened to Bakura, he said he’d be back here, but that
was over 2 hours ago. What a dick!”
“You need to relax, man. You’re gonna blow a nut getting yourself all worked up over there. I
think it’s time for some more music. Preferably something...mellow.” Jounouchi said, scratching
his head.
“Yes, that’s a good idea,” Ryou nodded, cuing up another song. “How about ‘Holy Diver’, by
Ronnie James Dio. Some girl called in before and offered me hot oral sex if I’d play it, so..here’s
your song, Little Miss Giggles, I’ll be waiting for you. *kiss* ”
Jounouchi stared at Ryou, completely at a loss for words.

            “Hurry up! Move your ass!” Marik shouted as he and Bakura ran through the deserted
alley where they had parked their getaway car.
Bakura bolted and passed Marik up, making it to the car first. He jumped in the drivers seat and
started the car up.
Marik dove in through the open passenger side window. “Go! Go! Go!” He shouted, his legs still
dangling out the window. His wrists were still in handcuffs, making it difficult maneuvering
around.
Bakura hit the lights and slowly drove through the alley out onto the street.
“We barely fucking made it out of there! That was fucking GREAT, Bakura! I can’t believe we
did that without using our Shadow powers! WOOO! YEAH!” Marik laughed, his eyes wild with
excitement. He shifted around in his seat uncomfortably.
Bakura just smirked as he turned up the radio. ‘Holy Diver’ thumped through the speakers,
rattling the windows and dashboard.
“Give me that screwdriver in your pocket,” Marik shouted over the music, looking down at his
cuffed wrists.
Bakura pulled the screw driver out of his pocket, along with his cigarettes. “Good luck,” he
chuckled, handing Marik the tool.

            “Finally!” Ryou exclaimed as Bakura and Marik walked in the studio.
“Owe... my butt,” Marik quietly winced, limping slightly, following behind Bakura.
Bakura walked directly toward Ryou and knelt down next to him. “Sorry that took so long,
hikari, we had a little tangle with the law. Everything is fine though now, you ready to go?”
Ryou nodded his head, “Yes, but...where are we going?”
Bakura took Ryou’s hand into his own and kissed his hikari’s knuckles. He looked up at him
with a auspicious smirk, “You’ll see,” the yami chuckled, standing up slowly.

            Bakura drove out to the lake. "Get it on the Floor," by DMX was pounding loudly from the
car’s speakers, announcing their arrival.
Marik bounced around in the passenger seat reciting the song word for word.
Bakura parked the car and looked back at Ryou with a devilish grin.
Ryou cocked his head and swallowed hard, “Uh... yami? What’s going on? You didn’t bring me
way the hell out here to kill me or something, I hope.”
Bakura chuckled as he opened his car door and got out, “Get out, hikari.”
Ryou apprehensively got out of the car.
“Ryou?!?” Malik exclaimed, watching his lover exit from the backseat of the car.
“Malik? Malik!!” Ryou smiled brightly, running to greet the blonde.
The two men threw their arms around each other and embraced one another tightly. Tears were
streaming down both their cheeks as their lips met in a passionate kiss.
“I missed you so much!” Ryou whimpered against Malik’s lips.
“I love you so much, Ryou...baby...gods...let’s go do it somewhere,” Malik replied, pressing his
hips tight against Ryou’s body.
Bakura and Marik looked at each other with twisted grins as they watched the two men scurry
into the back of Marik’s black van.
“Oh yeah, they’re gonna fuck! I want some of that too!” Marik chuckled, licking his lips and
groping his own groin.
Bakura snickered and punched Marik in the arm, “Come on, Ishtar, let’s let them have some time
alone, you can play with Malik later. Let’s go see how Yugi is doing.”
Marik tightened his grip on his crotch and whimpered. He was already as hard as a rock. “Ehh...
how about you go talk to Yugi, there’s something I ..uh..need to do.”
Bakura rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue. He sighed deeply as he left Marik to explore his
self-serving vices. The yami walked over to Yugi, who was sitting in front of a small fire. He
handed the youth the car keys as he sat down next to him.
“Hey there,” Yugi smiled at the thief, “I was beginning to think you weren’t going to come
back.”
Bakura snickered as he draped his arm around Yugi’s shoulder, “You think I’m that easy to get
rid of?”
Yugi smiled gingerly and cuddled Bakura. “I missed you,” he said quietly.
Bakura patted Yugi’s shoulder with his hand. “I’m here now, that’s what matters, correct?”
Yugi sighed contently and nodded his head, “Yeah, I guess.”
Bakura leaned back slightly and placed two fingers under Yugi’s chin. He gently tilted Yugi’s
chin up and looked down at him. “Something is wrong, I can tell; what is it, Yugi?”
Yugi bit his lip. Tears started to pool in his eyes. He swallowed hard as he looked directly at
Bakura’s face. “I’m just confused right now,” he replied sadly.
Bakura leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Yugi’s lips. He pulled away slowly, keeping
his eyes on Yugi. “Is it because of me?” He asked.
Yugi shook his head from side to side slowly, “No, not really. It’s Yami, I still don’t know what
to do about him.”
Bakura smiled as he cupped Yugi’s cheek in his hand, “You should go home and talk to him.”
Yugi hiccupped and tears spilled down his cheeks, trickling through Bakura’s fingers. “I know,
but...”
“But what?” Bakura asked, wiping some of the tears away with his thumb.
Yugi took a deep breath and sighed, “what if...Yami won’t talk to me?”
Bakura smiled and kissed Yugi’s cheek. “If he won’t talk, you know where I live. You’re
welcome in anytime.”
Yugi reached around Bakura and hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Yami Bakura.”
Bakura stood up slowly with Yugi still attached to him. He held the young man out and arms
length. “Go talk to the Pharaoh. If you need me, you know where to find me.”
Yugi nodded his head.
Bakura released Yugi’s shoulders and turned him around, pointing him in the direction of his car.
“Go, tell the Pharaoh how you feel. If you need me to kick his ass, I’m more than willing to do
that...again,” he chuckled, giving Yugi’s butt a little pat.
Yugi walked to his car and waved to Bakura as he left the lake.
Bakura smiled as he sat back down in front of the fire, watching the flames weave together.
Marik emerged from between some trees, looking relieved. He sat down next to Bakura. “Man,
that was a lot!”
Bakura made a face at Marik and shook his head, “Your sex drive never ceases to amaze me,
Ishtar. One of these days your dick is going to fall off from over using it.”
Marik waved his hand in front of himself and laughed, “Nahhhhhhhh.... If anything, it’ll get
stronger from working out so much.”
“Oh please, spare me your fruity theory, freak,” Bakura chuckled as he stood up. “Let’s get the
hell out of here.”
Marik stood up and nodded his head sharply.
After putting out the fire, both men walked over to the van. They could hear their other half’s
desperate cries of passion coming from the back. Grinning, they got into the van, Marik taking
the driver’s seat.
Marik started up the van and headed down the dirt trail out to the main road.
Bakura turned up the radio to drown out the loud moaning and grunting coming from the back of
the van.
“Malik is so going to get the fucking of his life tonight,” Marik growled, trying to block out the
physical sensations filtering through his mind-link with Malik.
Bakura shifted around uncomfortably in the passenger seat. He too was growing very aroused as
Ryou’s feelings pervaded his mind. “That goes double for Ryou,” he nodded, crossing his legs.

            Bakura unbuttoned his shirt as he walked into the bathroom. He passed Marik and Malik
standing in front of the sink brushing their teeth, both clad in only their boxer shorts. He casually
unzipped his jeans and stood in front of the toilet.
“Phanks fer fixshing everyphing, Bakura,” Malik said, white foam dripping down his chin.
Bakura nodded his head as he relieved himself. “Not a problem, Malik,” he answered, glancing at
the blonde, but not long enough to make eye contact.
“Shake it more than once and you’re playing with it,” Marik snickered after spitting out his
toothpaste.
“You would know,” Bakura retorted, zipping up his jeans.
Marik flashed a pearly white smile. “I’m not going to deny it,” he chuckled, setting his
toothbrush down. He wrapped his arm around Malik’s waist. “C’mon, baby, I got something I
wanna show you... in the bedroom.”
Malik looked at Bakura and rolled his eyes as he left the bathroom with Marik.
“Freak,” Bakura murmured as he stripped down to take a much needed shower.

            Marik flopped back onto his bed and sighed. “Fuck, what a night!” He said, stacking his
hands behind his head.
Malik stood at the foot of Marik’s bed with his hands on his hips, glaring down at his darker half,
but Marik was too wrapped up in himself to notice the cold lavender doom-gaze.
“You should have seen it, it was great! I drop kicked that cop right in the chops WHILE I was
still handcuffed. It was amazing, I totally kick ass,” Marik boasted.
Malik took his hands off of his hips and crossed his arms. He remained quiet as Marik continued
with his bragging.
After a few minutes, Marik finally took notice of Malik’s silent disposition. “Is there something
wrong?” he asked, taking his hands out from under his head and propping himself up with his
elbows.
“Get a clue,” Malik sneered, looking off to the side.
Marik cocked his head. “Excuse me? What the fuck did I do wrong now?”
“Hmph,” Malik remarked, looking quite aggravated with Marik.
“Just say it!” Marik exclaimed.
“Like anything I say matters to you anyway...geesh. You know what? I don’t need this shit. I’m
going to bed.” Malik turned and walked out of the room, leaving Marik upset and very confused.
“But..” Marik began, but it was too late. By the time the word had left his mouth, Malik was
slamming the bedroom door shut. Marik rolled his eyes as he swung his legs off the bed. “I
suppose I should go talk to the little fucking crybaby and see what crawled up his ass...grrrr.”

            Bakura strolled into the kitchen to grab himself a beer when he saw Ryou standing over a
mountain of tiny pearlescent bubbles in the sink. He was rigorously scrubbing the inside of a
kettle with a small, hard bristled brush. Bakura smiled as he cracked open his beer and hoisted
himself up onto the counter adjacent to the sink. He shook his head as he watched Ryou furiously
scrubbing away. “You know, it would probably be easier just to throw that damn thing away.”
Ryou looked up from the dishwater and groaned.
Bakura took a swallow of his beer and hopped off the counter. He set his bottle down and stood
next to Ryou. He picked up a dry towel laying next to the sink and began drying the dishes Ryou
had already washed.
Ryou nearly shat his shorts. He could not believe his yami, King of Thieves, Prince of Darkness,
the man who was probably the devil himself, was actually helping with the dishes... without even
being asked! AND without bitching and ranting! Ryou dropped his scrub brush and stared at
Bakura in disbelief.

            Marik knocked on the bedroom door. “Malik?” He called out, but received no response.
The spiky-haired Egyptian made a sour face. “Well if the little shit won’t answer, I’ll just fucking
walk in,” he said aloud to himself. Marik turned the doorknob and slowly pushed the door open.
He spotted Malik laying in the bed he and Ryou normally shared. He had a pillow over his head.
“Hey, what’s going on with you?” Marik asked as he stepped inside, closing the door behind
him.
“Just leave me alone,” Malik snapped from under the pillow.
Marik sighed as he took a seat on the opposite edge of the bed. “Malik, come on, talk to me. I can
tell you’re pissed off at me about something, so spill it.”
“Hn,” Malik grunted, ignoring Marik’s request.
Marik growled under his breath as he snatched the pillow off Malik’s head and whipped it across
the room.
Malik quickly turned around and buried his face in the sheets below. “Just go away, alright? I
just want to be left alone!” He cried.
Marik bit his lower lip. He reached out and rested his hand on Malik’s shoulder. “Ra-damn it,
fucking talk to me! What the hell are you crying for?”
Malik growled as he picked his head up and snapped his neck around, looking over his shoulder
at Marik. “You’re a fucking asshole, that’s why I’m crying! You strut around everywhere acting
like you’re King Shit, and I’m sick of you and your selfish bullshit! Do you even realize the hell
you put me through? I can’t take this shit anymore!”
Marik stared blankly down at Malik. “Uh... I’m sorry?” He was having problems comprehending
what Malik’s sudden outburst was over. In his mind, he hadn’t done anything wrong.
Malik turned his entire body around and sat up. He shook his head as he looked at his other half
through glassy eyes. “Sorry isn’t going to cut it, Marik. If not for Bakura, I’d be rotting away in a
jail cell right now, while you would be free to do as you please. I’m not your fool, Marik! I’m
done trying to exist with you! You’re just too much for me to handle!”
Marik sighed deeply as he began to realize what was happening. He and Malik had grown apart,
and there was nothing he could do about it. “I can’t help what I am,” the blonde answered
quietly, looking away from his other half.
“I know, and what you are is all my fault. I have to live with that for the rest of my life paying the
price.”
Marik took a deep breath and held it. He was feeling something he’d never felt before. His chest
felt like an anvil had been dropped on it. He’d never given thought to what life would be without
Malik. He’d always had him. Breaking the ties with him would be more painful than he ever
could have expected. Marik slowly exhaled. “Malik... I.. I..don’t want to lose you. I need you,
please don’t do this. We can work something out, okay?”
Malik rolled his eyes. “Hn. Whatever. Why should I even listen to you? It’s not like you ever
listen to me.”
Marik bowed his head and covered his face with his hands. “Malik... I don’t know what to say.”
Malik’s lower lip trembled as he looked at his darker half sitting in front of him. “Just leave,
alright? Just get the fuck out of here and never speak to me again.” The blonde’s voice cracked as
he pointed toward the door, “GO! NOW! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY LIFE!” He shouted as
tears spilled from his eyes. This wasn’t an easy thing for him to do. He was still very connected
with his darker half.
Marik lifted his head. He too was crying now, something he’d never done before. “Malik...
please...I..can’t go. I can’t leave you... I ..I ...love you.”
Malik broke down sobbing. He impulsively threw his arms around Marik and sobbed on his other
half’s shoulder.
Marik wrapped his arms around Malik and held him close, crying right along with him, neither of
them able to speak quite yet.
They both sat for a few minutes just holding each other, exploring each other’s deepest feelings
though their shared mental bond.
Marik ran his fingers through Malik’s silky blonde hair, caressing his other half as though he
were gold. “Malik...” he said softly, “I can’t live without you. We can make this work, I know we
can.”
Malik hiccupped as he picked his head up, looking into Marik’s eyes. He could see he was
speaking with sincerity. “I just don’t know, Marik. I just don’t ..fucking ..know.”
Marik kissed a tear trickling down Malik’s cheek. “I don’t want to lose you, Malik. You mean a
lot to me.”
Malik brought his hands down and placed them on Marik’s chest. He took a deep breath as he
gazed into his darker half’s eyes. “I want to believe you... really I do.”
Marik placed a soft kiss on Malik’s lips. “Please, let me show you. Let me love you, Malik.”
Malik bit his lip and swallowed. “Okay,” he answered quietly.
Marik smiled with his eyes as he gently lowered Malik down onto the bed. He cupped Malik’s
cheek with his hand as he crawled on top of him. He slowly lowered his lips down onto Malik’s,
taking his time kissing Malik’s warm, moist lips, enjoying their sweet taste.
Malik moaned as Marik’s tongue slipped into his mouth. He wrapped his arms around his darker
half and pulled him closer, arching his hips upward to meet with Marik’s.
Marik gasped as their bodies met, and mewled as he felt Malik’s erection press against his own
hardened member. He quickly removed both their boxer shorts and tossed them away, than reached between their bodies and stroked their lengths together. “Gods, so
hot...” he moaned, breathing deeply as he rocked his hips.
Malik hissed as Marik’s touch sent shivers throughout his entire body. His hands trembled and he
held onto Marik’s strong shoulders, digging his fingernails into the warm, bronze flesh.
Marik appreciatively kissed Malik on his forehead. “Thank you, Malik... thank you so much for
staying with me all these years. You really have some big balls to put up with me.”
Malik whimpered softly as he touched Marik’s cheek.
Marik cracked a small smile as he admired his other half from above. He lowered his lips back
down onto Malik’s, moaning into another heated kiss.
“Malik? Can I asked you something?” Marik asked out of the blue, pulling his lips away.
“What?”
“Instead of me taking you like usual, would you like to take me tonight?”
Malik smiled impishly as he brushed his thumb across Marik’s bottom lip, “You fucking bet I
would!”
Marik chuckled as Malik flipped him onto his back. “That’s my boy!” He laughed as Malik
reached for a bottle of lube that was laying on the headboard of the bed.
Malik quickly coated his arousal with the clear gel and hooked Marik’s leg over his shoulder. He
positioned himself at Marik’s entrance and pressed himself inside his darkness with one quick
thrust.
They grunted in unison as Malik’s swollen length penetrated Marik’s heat.
Malik wasted no time with prepping Marik, seeing as Bakura had done a good enough job earlier
stretching himout. He pounded into Marik hard, releasing his pent up anger, practically nailing
Marik’s ass to the sheets below.
Marik gasped for air as Malik repeatedly impaled him, striking his sweet spot over and over.
The powerful emotions flowing through their mind-link were too much for them both to take.
They both howled and moaned loudly as they released those emotions through their act. Before
long, they both were screaming each other’s names, amongst ragged cries and jumbled
confessions of their love for one another. They panted desperately as they neared their climax,
both their bodies glistening with sweat in the pale moon light showering over them from the open
curtains. Their bodies jerked and twitched as they came together.
With one last powerful pelvic thrust, Malik emptied the last of his release into Marik.
Than... they heard a cracking noise ...than a loud clunk.
“Shit,” Marik chuckled, “I think you broke Ryou’s bed.”

            “Ra-damn Ishtar’s sure make enough dishes,” Bakura grumbled as he opened the
cupboard and put away a stack of plates he’d just finished drying.
Still speechless, Ryou looked down at the growing bulge in his jeans.
Bakura turned around and looked at his hikari, curious as to why he was so quiet. “Are you
feeling alright?” He asked, picking up his beer and taking a drink.
Ryou’s eyes darkened with lust. He snatched the beer bottle from Bakura’s hand and set it on
the counter. Without warning, he pushed his yami back against the counter and yanked him into a
hungry kiss.
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Next chapter... Ryou x Bakura... surprise, surprise.

Zehlyah- I TOLD YOU SO!! (Friday my ass! eh? lololol!)
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