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Heresy
***I haven’t had a chance to proofread this chapter yet, but I’m going to post it ‘as is’ so you all
don’t kill me! LOL I’ll have it fixed up later this morning, I’m just in a little bit of a hurry at the
moment.***
(Three days later)
            “If my love was like a lollipop, would you suck it?” Marik snickered as he climbed up on
the seat of a metal fold up chair with a roll of clear tape in one hand and the end of a “Welcome
Home Ryou” banner in the other.
“You can’t be serious.” Bakura scoffed as he taped his end of the banner high up on the wall
near the ceiling. It didn’t really surprise him that Marik was thinking like a hentai while putting
up decorations. He had actually grown quite used to the Egyptian’s mind being in the gutter.
Yami, who was squished between Jou and Yugi on the sofa, cracked a quirky little grin.
“I would, right down to the chewy center.”
“Now there’s a rude thought.” Jou said sarcastically as he played with Bakura’s handheld video
poker game.
Yugi elbowed Jou in the side and chuckled. “You know Jou, you shouldn’t knock something
before you’ve tried it.”
Jou made a sour face and looked up at Marik in disgust. “No thank you, I’ll pass. Licking a
psychotic guy with a freaky face and bad hair that doesn’t trip my trigger.”
“That’s not what Kaiba told me,” Marik smirked and looked over his shoulder, “Right, Rich-
boy?”
Seto, who was sitting in Bakura’s comfy blue recliner typing on his laptop computer, looked at
Marik and rolled his eyes.
“Shut up, Marik.”
Marik laughed as he finished taping his side of the banner up. “Ooh, I think Kaiba needs a hug.”
Bakura had already finished his side and stepped down from his chair. He walked back a few
paces and looked up at the banner.
“Damn it, Marik! You’re side is crooked!”
Marik got down from his chair and shrugged. “It’s up though, isn’t it?”
Bakura crossed his arms and glared at Marik. “You’re a moron, Ishtar.”
Marik stuck up his middle finger at Bakura and laughed. “Sit and spin, tomb-raider. I’m not
fixing it.”
Bakura held up three fingers at Marik.
“Know what this means?” he asked with an evil grin.
Marik shook his head.
“Read between the lines.” Bakura smirked as he wiggled his middle finger at the Egyptian.
Yugi popped up off the sofa and quickly grabbed Bakura’s hand.
“Why don’t you put some music on, Bakura?” He suggested.
Bakura took one last vicious look at Marik than nodded his head.
“Good idea, Yugi. Why don’t you come down to my bedroom and we’ll look through my cds.”
            Honda walked into the living-room from the kitchen with his mouth full of cheese and
crackers. “Sho vhere ish Ryou?” He asked curiously as chunks of crackers flew out of his mouth.
“Ewe. That was gross.” Anzu groaned, disgusted by Honda’s crude manners.
Shizuka giggled as she handed Anzu a pair of scissors.
“Yeah Honda, you really shouldn’t talk with your mouth full. It’s kind of rude.”
“Yeah, yeah......so what’s taking them so long? I’m starving!” Honda whined.
Shizuka got up and handed Honda the end of a blue streamer. “Here, you’re tall, help Anzu put
these up. Jou, why don’t you come with me to the kitchen and help out with the punch.”
“Aww, do I have to?” Jou protested.
“Just shut up and do what she says.” Marik chuckled.
Jou made a sour face. “You shut up, you’re not being forced to play kitchen bitch now, are you?”
“I’m still starving to death! I need food, man!” Honda griped.
Yami grinned up at Marik. “I could go for a lollipop.”
Marik raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Well I have one here, but I don’t know if it will fit in your pretty
little mouth.”
Yami licked his lips suggestively. “Mmm....what flavor?”
“Chocolate cream” Marik winked.
Anzu got up and handed Honda the scissors. “Ewe, you’re all gross. I’m going in the kitchen
where the normal people are.”
Seto looked up from his laptop computer with a devilish smirk.
“Since when are any of you people normal? You all seem completely screwed up to me.”
Marik sat down where Jou had been seated next to Yami and licked the Pharaoh’s earlobe
lightly.
“Screw? Now there’s an idea. Hey Yami, you busy?”
Yami’s cheeks flushed red as Marik stuck his tongue in his ear. He flinched slightly.
“Uh, maybe later......” Yami answered with a shy smile on his face.
Marik leaned over and shamelessly pressed his lips against Yami’s, initiating a lust-filled kiss.
“Promise?” Marik moaned softly as Yami’s lips willingly gave in.
Kaiba got up out of the chair he was in and set his laptop computer in his leather briefcase on the
floor.
“I think I need some air.” He groaned as he headed for the door.
Marik nipped at Yami’s lower lip with his teeth and chuckled.
“Give it up Kaiba, I know you want my sexy body. Too bad I don’t want yours.”
“Dweeb” Seto scoffed as he walked out.

            “I’ve gone up these stairs myriads of times, I think I can make it up them by myself.”
Ryou said unsurely as he looked up at the task ahead of him.
Malik shrugged his shoulders.
“If you say so.......just be careful. I don’t want you to split your stitches or anything.”
Ryou reached for the railing and slowly placed his foot on the first step.
“Don’t worry, I can........ oh... oh my.....owe.”
Ryou rested his shoulder against the wall and groaned. “Maybe I do need some help after all.”
Malik, who was loaded down with Ryou’s bags, somehow managed to put his arm around
Ryou’s waist and held onto him.
“Just lean into me, and take as much time as you need to.”
Malik kissed Ryou’s cheek.
Ryou draped himself around Malik’s shoulder and let the Egyptian guide him up the stairs
leading to his 2^nd story apartment.
Once at the top, Ryou turned back and looked at all the stairs he and Malik had just climbed. He
bit his lip as he gazed down.
“I can’t believe how hard it is getting around. Just taking a step hurts like hell.”
Malik brushed his fingers over Ryou’s hair and smiled. “You just had major surgery, love.
You’ll be back to feeling like yourself again in a few weeks. I’m just so happy that you’re okay.”
Ryou smiled bashfully as he rested his cheek on Malik’s shoulder. He took Malik’s hand into his
and sighed. “You’ve been so wonderful through this ordeal. Thank you for caring.”
Malik smiled back and kissed the tip of Ryou’s nose. “I love you Ryou, and don’t you forget it.”
Ryou nodded his head. “And I you.”
Kaiba walked past and groaned. “Do you both have to stand around in the hall making out? Get a
room for heaven’s sake!”
Malik and Ryou chuckled.
“Sorry Kaiba, we didn’t mean to offend you.” Ryou apologized.
Seto stopped as he reached the stairs and looked back at the couple.
“It’s not that, just nevermind. Glad you’re feeling better, Ryou.”
Ryou and Malik nodded their heads as Kaiba disappeared down the stairs.
Holding Ryou in his arms, Malik lead the way to the door of the apartment.
“Shall we?” the Egyptian asked as he reached for the door knob.
“M’hm” Ryou nodded.

            Ryou stepped into his apartment for the first time in five days. He was elated to see that
all his friends were there to welcome him home. It was something he hadn’t expected. After
Malik helped him into Bakura’s squishy blue recliner and left to put the bags Ryou brought
home from the hospital away. Ryou had been through quite a lot the past few days, and
everybody wanted to talk to him about his almost deadly experience.. He did his best answering
them all, but all the excitement quickly wore him down. After only an hour, Ryou was ready to
take some of his pain pills and have a nice long rest. After the gang left, something occurred to
Ryou as Malik helped him into his bed.
Something was missing.
A few things actually.........
“Where’s Bakura?” Ryou asked curiously as Malik covered him with a blanket.
Malik shrugged his shoulders.
“I didn’t see him, that’s odd. This whole get-together was his idea.”
“Bakura’s idea? Are we talking about the same yami here?” Ryou laughed sleepily as his pills
started kicking in.
Malik pressed a soft kiss against Ryou’s lips and chuckled.
“If you’re talking about the same Bakura that had hot torrent sex with Marik on the radio the
other night, than yes.”
Ryou covered his face with his hands and groaned. “Oh gods, don’t remind me of that...Do
Bakura and Marik even know that we heard them?”
Malik shook his head. “I don’t think so. Neither he nor Marik brought it up, and I wasn’t about
to ask!”
Ryou rolled over onto his side and grinned. “Maybe if we turn on my stereo and tune into that
station we’ll find my yami.”
Malik chuckled lightly as Ryou closed his eyes. “I’m sure he’s around somewhere. He’ll show
up......he always does.”
“You’re right, I shouldn’t concern myself with his whereabouts.”
Malik kissed Ryou goodnight and walked over to the door. “If you need anything, just give me a
shout.”
“Thank you, Malik.” Ryou sighed quietly as he fell asleep.
Malik shut off Ryou’s bedroom light and gently closed the door. Marik was walking out of the
bathroom at the same time.
“How is he feeling?” Marik asked as he finished buttoning his jeans.
“He’s alive, that’s all that matters to me.” Malik answered as they walked down the hall
together.
Marik stuffed his hand in his pants pockets and looked around.
“Have you seen Yami?” He asked Malik curiously.
Malik shook his head. “Not for a while. He disappeared when Anzu started in with her usual
friendship speech.”
Marik snickered at Malik’s remark. “I’m not surprised.”
The two Egyptian’s went into the kitchen and sat at the table. Malik picked up a leftover carrot
stick and started to nibble on it. Marik went right for the leftover mini-cherry cheesecakes,
stuffed them into his mouth whole.
“Did you see Bakura around at all?” Malik asked as he got up to get a glass of water.
Marik’s mouth was full, so all he did was shake his head no.
Just as Malik sat back down, they both heard a loud thud come from down the hall.
Malik’s eyes got huge.
“Shit, I hope Ryou didn’t fall out of bed! I’d better go check.”
Marik grabbed the two remaining mini-cherry cheesecakes and followed Malik down the hall.
Malik opened Ryou’s door a crack and peeked inside, only to find the hikari sleeping soundly.
!!!CRASH!!!!
Malik closed Ryou’s door and stared at Marik nervously. The sound had resonated from
Bakura’s bedroom, and it was anybody’s guess as to what it was.
Marik led the way as he and Malik went to investigate.
Marik put his ear to the door cautiously and listened.
“I hear music....sounds like Slayer.” He whispered as he reached for the door knob.
Marik silently opened the door just a crack.
His jaw dropped and his eyes lit up. He quickly pulled the door shut and turned to Malik.
“You don’t want to go in there.” He said in a hushed voice, a broad grin encompassing his face.
“But why? Malik asked, looking a bit bothered.
“You really want to know?”
Malik nodded his head.
Marik laughed evilly as he opened the door again and shoved Malik into the room.
Malik gasp in shock. “Holy.Fuck.”
Still laughing, Marik walked into Bakura’s room and leaned against the doorframe. The room
was in more disarray than usual. There was a broken lamp on the floor, clothes just about
everywhere, and Bakura’s mattress was hanging half off the bed’s frame. A light scent of
lavender incense floated through the air. Marik crossed his arms and enjoyed the expression on
the shocked faces of the occupants of the room.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” he grinned.
“Um......HI!” Yugi giggled as he peeked out from under a mass of twisted bed sheets.
Bakura snatched up a pillow and whipped it at Marik’s head.
“What the fuck? Get out, you nosey creep! Can’t you see we’re busy?”
The pillow missed Marik and hit the floor infront of the Egyptian’s feet. Marik picked up the
pillow and walked with it over to the bed.
“I can see very well how busy you are. I’m just disappointed you didn’t invite me.” He smirked
as he tossed the pillow back onto the bed.
“I-I t-think I need to g-go. Sorry to interrupt. ” Malik stuttered as he backed out of the room.
Marik crawled onto the bed wearing a devilish grin.
“So this is where you both were. I was wondering what had happened to you.”
Bakura licked his lips as he grinned back at the Egyptian. “Jealous?” He asked.
Marik cupped Bakura’s chin his hand and started to laugh. “You’ve got something white on your
chin, here, let me get that for you.”
Marik leaned over, bringing Bakura’s lips close to his. He suggestively licked the thief’s chin,
slowly guiding his tongue up to Bakura’s mouth.
“Mm....you taste like... Yugi.”
“Hey now! I heard that!” Yugi exclaimed from under the sheets. He was still twisted up pretty
badly in the thin material.
Bakura parted his lips and moaned lightly as Marik’s tongue brushed across his lower lip. Marik
took advantage of the thief’s opened mouth and slipped his tongue inside its inviting warmth.
Bakura tilted his head to the side and slowly pulled away from Marik’s lips, his breathing
slightly irregular. He glanced for a second down at Yugi and than looked back at Marik.
“Ishtar.......as much as I’d like to do this again, I don’t think now is the time.”
Marik glanced down at Yugi trying to untangle himself and smirked. “I think it’s the perfect
time. Our little victim won’t be able to escape so easily this way.”
Yugi tried to dive under the covers further, but to no avail. He was literally tied up in the sheets
and helpless. Poor thing.
Bakura raised his eyebrow. “Our victim? Do I look like the sharing type to you?”
Marik chuckled lightly as he got up off the bed. “I was only kidding, Bakura, so chill out. Have
either of you seen Yami around?”
Bakura shook his head. “No. Now leave.”
Marik looked down at Yugi. “Do you know where he is?”
Yugi closed his eyes for a minute and started to giggle, obviously using his mind-link to
communicate with Yami. “He’s outside.”
Marik reached over and messed up Yugi’s hair with his hand.
“Outside? Okay, I’ll just leave the two of you go on with whatever strange things you were doing
and go find him.”
As soon as Marik was gone, Yugi looked up at Bakura with a big grin.
“Do you think I should have mentioned that Yami’s outside in Kaiba’s limo giving Kaiba head?”
Bakura’s eyes got huge and he burst into a fit of laughter.
“Oh Yugi.......you are so......BAD! Gods, that turns me on!”
Bakura dove under the covers and pounced the restricted hikari.
“AHH! Again? Jeez Bakura, you’re an animal!” Yugi squeaked as Bakura did something to him
under the covers.

            By the time Ryou woke up from his nap, night had fallen and the moon was high in the
starry sky. He had to pee something fierce, so he forced his aching body out of bed and into the
bathroom. He could hear the television on in the living-room, otherwise the apartment was
silent. After relieving himself, Ryou felt his way slowly down the hall to see who was in his
living-room. He walked in and spotted Malik sleeping soundly on the sofa. He smiled as he
looked upon his slumbering lover who had stuck with him through everything. He was so caught
up in his thoughts of admiration that he didn’t hear Bakura sneak up behind him
“Have a nice nap?” Bakura whispered in his light’s ear.
Ryou jumped back, completely taken off-guard by his yami’s presence. When he realized it was
Bakura, he let out a sigh of relief. Than he punched Bakura in the arm!
“You scared me! Don’t sneak up like that! I almost split my stitches!” Ryou exclaimed in a
hushed voice.
Bakura put his arm around Ryou and smiled. “I’m glad you’re home. I was beginning to grow
weary of trying to scare my own shadow.”
Ryou rolled his eyes and leaned himself against Bakura.
“I’m glad to be home too. The hospital smelled even worse than you do.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Bakura chuckled.
Ryou smiled at his yami and sighed.
“Yami? Can we talk? There’s something I need to tell you.”
Bakura made a wary face. “Uh-oh.....doesn’t sound good. What’s on your mind?”
“Let’s go in my room, I don’t want to wake Malik. I know he hasn’t slept much the past five
days.” Ryou answered seriously.
Bakura nodded his head and led them into Ryou’s room. He helped his hikari into bed and sat
next to him on the edge of the bed.
“Bakura? Can you please open our mind-link? There are a few things I need to share with you.”
Ryou asked nervously as he stared up at the ceiling.
Bakura nodded his head. He’d forgotten that he’d blocked Ryou out. Oops. Stuff like that
happens when you’re having fun.
Ryou smiled when he felt his yami inside his mind.
Bakura closed his eyes as they traded thoughts, neither one holding back anything.
After a few minutes of doing some serious mind-linking, they both opened their eyes and stared
at each other almost speechless.
Ryou was the first to talk.
“You found the Millennium Ring and sent Rex and Weevil to the Shadow Realm? Bakura!
Shame on you!”
“Oops, did I?” Bakura snickered sarcastically.
Ryou sighed softly and rested his hand on his yami’s knee. “Oh well, their radio show was lame
anyway.......by the way, did you enjoy your little romp with Marik on the radio the other night?”
Bakura bit his lip and laughed. “No comment.”
Ryou smiled at Bakura. “I know you’re my darker half, I can’t control you even if I wanted to.
Which brings me to our next topic. I know how much you hate going to the youth group
meetings, so from now on, I don’t expect you to attend them. It’s pointless for you to be there
since you’re never going to change anyway.”
Bakura let out a sigh of relief. “That’s good to know. The shit they talk there is nothing but lies
anyway. You can go, but please, from now on, don’t try to force religion on me.”
Ryou nodded his head as he stared up longingly into his yami’s fiendish chocolate eyes.
Bakura leaned over and kissed his hikari’s lips lightly. He ran his fingers through Ryou’s soft,
white hair as he enjoyed the sweetness of his mouth.
He was surprised when he felt a warm tear touch his cheek. He pulled his lips away and looked
down at his teary-eyed light. Bakura wiped Ryou’s tears away with his thumb and smiled down
at him.
“I hope that answered your question.”
Ryou cocked his head curiously. “I didn’t ask you anything though.”
Bakura ran his fingertips along Ryou’s jaw and smiled. “You wanted to know if we could fuck
sometime, I can read your mind, remember?”
Ryou’s cheeks turned red. “Oh....yes. I guess you’re right. Are you sure it would be alright?”
Bakura nodded his head. “Oh yes, most definitely. Once you’re healed up, I’ll fuck you as much
as you’d like.”
“Yugi won’t be angry?” Ryou asked timidly.
Bakura held up his left hand and grinned. “I don’t see a wedding ring on my finger, do you?
Yugi and I are just fuck-buddies, he won’t give a shit. There’s a reason I don’t allow myself to
get seriously involved with anybody.”
“Oh? What is the reason?” Ryou asked as he reached over and took Bakura’s hand into his.
Bakura brought their joined hands up to his lips and kissed Ryou’s knuckles.
“I like keeping my options open. Besides, even if I decided to settle down with Yugi, having sex
with you wouldn’t be cheating. Just as Yugi is part of the Pharaoh and Malik is part of Marik,
you are as much a part of me as I am of you.”
Ryou pulled their joined hands to his lips and kissed Bakura’s knuckles like Bakura had done to
him.
“True” he nodded.
Bakura released Ryou’s hand and smiled. “Now you get some sleep. I’m going to go see if I can
hunt down Marik. I don’t think Yugi is up to any more hard-fucking tonight, and I could go for a
few more rounds.”
Ryou rolled his eyes and sighed. “You never cease to amaze me, yami.”
Bakura turned off Ryou’s light and smiled. “Now you’d better get back to sleep, you
feebleminded, weak, pathetic........very sexy little bitch.”
Ryou closed his eyes and laughed. “Ah yes, my nightly insult. My how I have missed it.”
Bakura tapped Ryou’s nose with his finger and smiled. “I’ll be back in the morning.”
“Have fun” Ryou chuckled as Bakura walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
The thief went back into his own room and smiled at Yugi sleeping soundly in his bed. He was
certainly a fun little fuck. Who knew the Pharaoh’s light was a screamer AND a moaner? Bakura
wiped some drool off of his chin and opened his sock drawer. He pulled out his Millennium
Ring and slipped it over his head. He looked down at the ancient item and smiled proudly. It was
his once again, all thanks to the Pharaoh. Bakura than retrieved the Millennium Rod from his
guitar case. As much as he wanted to keep the item for himself, he knew somebody else who’d
appreciate it’s ancient shadow powers even more.
Bakura grabbed his leather jacket before leaving the apartment. Finding Marik would be easy....
            Bakura walked over to Marik’s apartment and knocked on the door. He waited for a few
moments, and when Marik didn’t answer, he reached for the door knob. He found the door
unlocked, so he pushed the door open and walked inside.
“Ishtar! Where the fuck are you!” Bakura’s voice seemed to echo off the walls of the scantily
furnished apartment. He walked down to the bedroom and found it empty. The bathroom was
empty too. Oh well, might as well take a piss........
As Bakura was relieving himself, he heard the front door open.
“Ishtar? Is that you?” He shouted as he zipped up.
A second later Marik appeared in the doorway......staggering drunk.
“Bakura? Why are you here?” He asked, slurring his words.
Bakura reached out and grabbed Marik’s arm before Marik fell over. “I came to bring you
something........are you feeling alright?”
Marik fell into Bakura and started to laugh. He reeked heavily like booze.
“You brought me something?”
Bakura led Marik out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
“You’d best lay down here before you end up falling or something.” Bakura chuckled as he gave
Marik a little shove onto the bed.
Marik fell back, but he pulled Bakura with him.
“Wanna fuck?” Marik smirked as he looked up at the thief.
Sex WAS the reason Bakura had walked over in the first place. “Sure, what the hell?” Bakura
grinned at the drunken Egyptian. He tossed his jacket on the floor and yanked Marik up by his
hair.
“I hope you’re prepared to bottom to a tomb-robber, Ishtar.”
“I’m so drunk right now, I don’t fucking give a fuck who fucks me. I just wanna get fucked.”
“Good!” Bakura grinned as he ripped off Marik’s clothes.
“Hey, where did you get that?” Marik asked when he saw the Millennium Ring hanging infront
of Bakura’s chest.
“Shut up and worry about that later, fool. It’s fuck time.” Bakura snapped as flipped Marik over.
            After screwing like rabbits for a few hours, the two rogues laid in bed together sharing
one of Bakura’s cigarettes. Marik, now completely sober, stared in awe as Bakura handed him
the Millennium Rod.
“Here Ishtar, consider this payment for your services tonight.” Bakura laughed.
Marik took the rod from Bakura hands and smiled evilly.
“Oooh, I must have been good!” He exclaimed.
“I’ve had better.” Bakura mumbled as he slipped out of bed and pulled on his jeans.
“How did you manage to get these items back?” Marik asked curiously as he ran his fingers over
the rod’s shiny gold handle.
“Don’t worry about it, just be happy I was nice enough to give you the rod.” Bakura answered as
he pulled his t-shirt back on.
Marik sat up and grinned.
“Imagine the fun we can have now.......”
Bakura nodded his head. “Exactly what I was thinking.......Now get your naked ass dressed and
let’s go stir up some action.”
“Oooh, wait a minute, I have something for you too. Wait right here while I go get it.”
            Bakura waited while Marik ran out of the room. He came back in a few minutes later
carrying a long, rectangular box.
“Remember the other day when I was at your place and had to use your phone?” Marik asked the
tomb robber with an evil grin.
Bakura nodded his head. “Yes, is that what you were ordering there in that box?”
Marik nodded his head. “Indeed it is. You’re going to love this.......”
Marik pulled out a military style semi-automatic paintball gun and handed it to Bakura.
“I thought you might like to have this incase your neighbors started giving you shit again.”
Bakura looked the gun over and grinned. “You are too kind....this is really nice. Uh......thank
you.”
Marik grabbed a pair of jeans and grinned. “Say we go have some fun now?”
Bakura nodded his head as he ran his fingers over the long barrel of his new paintball gun.
“Sounds like a plan. Feel like going to church?”
Marik grabbed a shirt out of his dresser drawer and grinned.
“You evil sacrilegious bastard, Bakura......hell yeah!”

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Hey folks! There you have it.....the final chapter. I wanted to post it before now, but I’ve been
distraught as fuck since the senseless murder of one of my most influential guitar heroes,
“Dimebag” Darrell Abbott. Dime was one of the best guitarists around, and his powerful riffs
got me through many of the chapters of this story, especially ch. 16. That’s why I’m going to
dedicate this entire fic to him. Dimebag was a Hellraiser, and I’ll miss his talents greatly.

R.I.P Darrell Lance Abbott, a.k.a. Dimebag Darrell

August 20, 1966 - December 8, 2004

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On a happier note, thank you SO much, my reviewers and readers, for your continued support!
Without your words of encouragement and praise, Hellraiser’s would never have possible. You
are all so wonderful! You inspire me everyday. I am eternally grateful to you all. And yes, there may be a sequal in the future.
*****Hugs and Bakura kisses all around*****
xoxox
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