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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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This chapter is nothing but smut. Let the hot fuckkage, er.. ficcage commence!
*snicker*
Swallow This

            Yugi dropped his car keys on the kitchen table and hung his blue denim jacket over the
back of one of the chairs. The Game shop was perfectly quiet, too quiet in fact, and the smell of
Pine Sol and bleach made his nose hairs curl. The scents and silence triggered Yugi’s memories
of his grandfather, which in turn dampened his spirits further. “Yami?” he called out as he looked
around, “you here?”
No answer.
Yugi sighed as he walked slowly up the darkened stairway to his bedroom. ‘Figures. Yami’s
probably out with Jounouchi bang-banging him in some gas station bathroom. I might as well
just go to bed,’ he thought to himself as he opened his bedroom door.
Yugi gasped as he entered into his room. He found all of his belongings neatly arranged, and his
clothes all neatly put away. There was a lit black candle placed on his desk, flickering pale
yellowish-orange.
“Hello, aibou.”
Yugi turned around and found Yami standing behind him. His hair was wrapped up in a towel,
and he had another towel wrapped around his waist.
“Hi, Yami,” Yugi answered weakly. He was surprised to find that his yami was actually home.
The former Pharaoh had a solemn expression on his face. Yugi couldn’t tell what sort of mood he
was in. He bit his lip as he walked over and sat on his bed.
“Thanks for cleaning my room,” Yugi said softly, toeing off his sneakers.
Yami nodded his head slightly as he walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. “I
needed something to do while you were away. It’s very quiet and boring as hell around here
without you,” Yami said in a deep, serious voice. He pulled out a pair of neatly folded blue boxer
shorts and closed the drawer. “May I asked where you were, seeing that I already have a guess as
to whom you were with?”
Yugi bit his lower lip. He hesitated a moment before answering Yami. “I was at the lake, Malik
was with me most of the time.”
“You mean to say Bakura wasn’t with you?”
“Not all the time, he was with Marik helping him get Malik’s butt out of trouble.”
“What was Malik in trouble for?”
“I dunno, I didn’t stick around long enough to find out. Bakura told me I should come home and
see how you were feeling.”
“Bakura said that? I find that hard to believe.”
“Those weren’t his exact words, but that’s the gist of what he said to me.”
“Hmm... interesting”
“Yami? Do you hate me?”
“Hate you? I don’t follow...”
Yugi swallowed hard, “You’ve changed, Yami. You’re just not the same anymore. You make me
feel like an old pair of underwear, shitty and unwanted.”
Yugi had to cover his mouth to hide his grin and muffle his laughter.“Aibou... oh my gods... you are
so damn cute. You shouldn’t compare yourself to old underwear though. For one, because I can’t
help but laugh at your analogy, and for two, you are neither shitty or unwanted. C’mere, angel.”
Yami wrapped his arms around Yugi, holding him in a tight embrace.
Yugi hugged his arms around Yami’s waist.
Yami placed a gentle kiss on top Yugi’s head. “Aibou, I realize I have not been treating you very
well. I’ve been ignoring your needs to indulge in my own desires. I didn’t realize it until last
night, after I talked to Marik on the phone. After that call, I was really hungry for pizza, so I
decided to walk to that place down the street. I overheard Anzu talking to one of her air-head
friends and found out she and Ishizu set Jounouchi and I up at the party the other night. Anzu
wanted in Seto Kaiba’s pants, and Ishizu wanted to get back at Marik through me for taking her
brother away.”
“Well that’s pretty shitty of them.”
Yami sighed, “Yes, it was, evil little bitches. Anyway, I felt so stupid and used. I wasn’t even
hungry after hearing that, so I got my pizza to-go and came back here. I was feeling sorry for
myself, when I realized the thing that was bringing me down, was the same exact thing I was
doing to you. After thinking about it, it doesn’t surprise me that you go to Bakura seeking
affection from him. He’s been there for you more than I have, physically and emotionally. I’m
sorry, aibou. I didn’t realize I was pushing you into his arms. It’s neither his fault, nor yours; it’s
all mine. I only hope you can forgive me for not seeing this sooner, and I’ll understand if you
want to kick me out of your life forever. I never thought I’d hear myself saying this, but Bakura
is more deserving of your love than I am. If you wish to be with him, I won’t get in your way.”
Tears were already gliding down Yugi’s cheeks. His bottom lip trembled as he lifted his head,
locking eyes with Yami. “Oh, Yami!” he cried, breaking down in the Pharaoh’s arms sobbing
uncontrollably, soaking his yami’s chest with his warm tear drops.
Yami bit his lip as he cradled his hikari in his arms. Tears came to his eyes, glassing their
crimson color. “I love you Yugi, I really do. Losing you will break my heart, but I deserve the
pain, you don’t though. You deserve to be happy.”
“I love you too, Pharaoh, I never stopped. The thought of not having you in my life really bothers
me, and I don’t like to think about it.”
“But how do I atone for the shitty way I have treated you, aibou?”
Yugi smiled up at the Pharaoh, “Just love me forever and we’ll call it even -okay, Yami?”
A big grin spread across Yami’s face, “Thank you Yugi... I really don’t deserve you.”
“Chocolate pudding and Hershey kisses?” Yugi asked out of nowhere.
“Say what?” Yami asked, giving Yugi a strange look.
Yugi giggled and got up off the bed. He grabbed Yami’s hand and pulled him out of the room.
“Aibou... what’s going on?” Yami asked as he followed behind Yugi completely confused.

            Marik brushed Malik’s hair out of his eyes with his thumb and leaned over to kiss his
lips. “Malik?”
Sleepily, Malik looked at Marik. He traced his jaw-line with his fingertip. “Hm?”
“Are you hungry?”
“Sorta”
Marik grinned as retrieved their boxers shorts from the floor. He reached over and messed up
Malik’s hair. “Good, because there’s a leftover piece cherry cheesecake from Denny’s in the
refrigerator with our names on it.”
Malik grinned and hopped off the bed, “Oh yeah?”
Marik slid his legs over the side of the bed and sat up. He handed Malik his boxer shorts. “Oh
yes... I know it’s your favorite.”
Malik smiled at Marik as he slipped on his boxers, “Maybe there is some hope for you after all.”
Marik noticed something on the floor that gripped his interest. It was a book. “What’s this?” he
asked as he reached down to pick it up.
“No!” Malik gasped, rushing to get to the book before Marik.
It was too late though. Marik already had the book in his hands.
Marik made a face as he read the title. “...what the?”
Malik’s cheeks burned bright red.
Marik burst out laughing. “The pop-up Kama Sutra?!?”

            Ryou clutched the front of Bakura’s shirt tightly in his hand. He feverishly pressed his
lower body against his yami’s, grinding and rocking their hips together.
Bakura ran his hands up Ryou’s arms and gripped onto his shoulders tightly. He hadn’t a clue as
to what had triggered Ryou’s sex drive, but he wasn’t going to complain. It wasn’t everyday he
got a chance to see Ryou’s aggressive side, which he happened to like...a lot. Why stop
something as good as this? Bakura moaned deeply as he felt Ryou’s hand slip inside his jeans
and brush against his arousal.
“Nn..yami...I want you so bad.” Ryou uttered as he firmly gripped Bakura’s growing length in
his hand.
Bakura nipped at Ryou’s lower lip. “You’ll always have me, that’s a promise,” he answered in a
low, sultry tone of voice.
Ryou released Bakura’s shirt and started fumbling with the buttons. He found that his hands
were shaking, making it difficult to undress his pale skinned lover.
Bakura could feel Ryou’s anxiety. He released one of Ryou’s shoulders and grinned as he
assisted Ryou in undressing himself. “Are you... going to be... alright?” he asked between short
kisses.
Ryou growled against Bakura’s lips and aggressively ripped open his yami’s shirt, sending the
last two buttons flying into the air.
“Holy shit,” Bakura gasped, completely in awe of his hikari’s intensity.
Ryou parted the shirt, revealing his yami’s alabaster skin. He ran his palm down to Bakura’s
stomach as he sucked on the side of his neck, leaving a crimson colored mark on his yami’s
flesh. He pulled his hand out of Bakura’s jeans and quickly unfastened both their pants, pulling
Bakura’s down over his slender hips.
Bakura in turn pulled down Ryou’s pants, exposing both their bodies to one another.
They looked at each other with identical grins as they slowly stroked each other’s hardened
members, stimulating each other further.
Bakura could feel the blood pumping through the rigid muscle in his hand. He licked his lips as
he watched pre-cum dribble out from the slit. “Let me get that for you,” he grinned as he
dropped down to his knees.
Ryou gasped as he felt his yami’s warm mouth surround the head of his swollen shaft.
Bakura’s tongue flicked rapidly and repeatedly over the most sensitive area of Ryou’s arousal.
He sucked hard, siphoning out what he could of Ryou’s essence.
The hikari’s knees were growing weak. He grabbed the edge of the counter to stop himself from
falling. “That’s so good, yami...more...” Ryou pleaded raggedly. His breaths were short and
wispy.
Bakura had no qualms about obliging Ryou’s request. He cupped Ryou’s scrotum in his hand
and deep throated his entire length, right down to it’s base.
“Oh hell yes,” Ryou moaned, trying to thrust his hips forward, deeper into Bakura’s hot, wet
mouth.
Bakura increased the suction around Ryou’s weeping shaft, practically bringing Ryou’s toes up
off the floor.
“Oh dear gods, yami...” Ryou whimpered, gritting his teeth.
Bakura slowly drew his mouth off of Ryou’s length, smacking his lips as he reached the tip of
the swollen head.
“Don’t stop now,” Ryou panted as sweat beads rolled from his hairline down his cheeks.
Bakura grinned evilly as he kissed Ryou’s hip. He licked his way up to Ryou’s navel, swirling
his tongue around it before kissing it. He could feel the tip of Ryou’s arousal tickling his chin.
He stopped for a minute and pulled his head back to admire the beautiful muscle. He than kissed
the head Ryou’s throbbing manhood.
Ryou trembled as Bakura’s lips lightly touched him. He couldn’t take anymore of the teasing.
“That’s it,” he whimpered, grabbed two fistfuls of spiky white hair. “Get back up on the counter,
yami,” he said firmly, tugging Bakura up by his hair.
Bakura snickered as he allowed Ryou to yank at his hair. It hurt a little, but a little pain only
fueled his desire for more. He didn’t hesitate to hoist himself up onto the counter top, toeing his
jeans completely off as he did. He spread his legs apart and grinned devilishly, “What are you
waiting for?” he asked, stroking his length slowly.
Ryou narrowed his eyes as he watched a drop of pre-cum slide down the tip of his yami’s
pulsing length. He licked his lips as he moved in on Bakura. “Who said anything about
waiting?”
Ryou captured Bakura’s mouth with his own, kissing his yami deeply as he positioned himself
between his legs.

            “Oh ...wow..” Malik said as he and Marik walked into the kitchen, taking a look at Ryou
nailing Bakura to the counter.
Marik walked calmly over to the refrigerator to get his leftover piece of cherry cheese cake from
Denny’s out. “Um...excuse me, I need to get a couple of forks out of this drawer,” he smirked as
he approached Ryou and Bakura.
“Fuck off, use your fingers,” Bakura growled as Ryou desperately pumped into him.
Marik looked back at Malik and grinned. He walked back to the table and set the cherry
cheesecake down between them. “You heard the man,” he laughed as he scooped come cherry
topping up with his finger. “Open up, sexy.”
Malik blushed cherry red as he opened his mouth.
“Stick out your tongue,” Marik grinned as he held his cherry cheesecake covered finger up to
Malik’s lips.
Malik did as Marik asked, earning him a finger full of yummy cherry cheesecake. He closed his
mouth around Marik’s finger and slowly sucked on it, cleaning it completely off. “Mm...Yum...”
he purred, smacking his lips before licking them off.
Marik’s eyes were shadowed with lust as he watched Malik sucking his finger. He dipped his
finger in the sweet cheesecake again and held it up to Malik’s lips, “Want some more?”
Malik nodded his head. He opened his mouth.
“BLOODY HELL, HIKARI! RAM IT UP THERE HARDER! UH! YEAH, FUCK YEAH! DO
IT!” Bakura screamed frantically as Ryou thrust into his velvet heat.
“I’m so close, yami... if I go any faster I’ll explode!” Ryou breathlessly replied.
“Dammit! Stop your whinging, no you won’t! Fuck me, goddamn it!” Bakura shouted, throwing
himself backward, slamming his head against the wall.
Ryou squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath before pounding into Bakura as hard as he
could, practically banging Bakura through the wall.
Bakura went to grab Ryou by his hips so that he could pull him in deeper, but his hand hit the
drying rack, knocking it and the glasses drying inside it off the counter.
The glasses came crashing to the floor, shattering to bits.
“Hmm... cabaret,” Marik snickered, feeding Malik another finger full of cheesecake.
“Maybe we should leave them alone,” Malik giggled as he licked Marik’s finger.
Marik looked over his shoulder back at the two white haired men and laughed. “What are you
nuts or something? And miss the grand finale? Come on, Malik... get real.”
Malik giggled again as he scooped some cherry sauce onto his finger. He held it out and offered
it to Marik. “I wonder if they’ll do an encore for us,” he asked with a goofy grin on his face.
Marik’s eyes sparkled as he took hold of Malik’s hand. He brought the long bronze finger into
his mouth, seductively sucking it in and out.
Ryou slammed into Bakura’s body with all his might, giving his yami exactly what he’d ask for.
The yami’s body began to shiver and shake. He was choking and screaming sexual obscenities
that hardly made sense. “Fuck, oh..gods..oh that’s good, damn, oik.. unghhhh..hot.. uh, uh,
uh..fuck...need.. Nnnn...oxygen.. hell, shit, fucking coming...AHHHHhhhh!!!”
Ryou whimpered as his climax struck him. His hips convulsed uncontrollably as he released in
his yami. He pressed his lips against Bakura’s to quiet his climactic screams as their bodies
slapped together wildly. “Oh gods.. Oh gods... Yami Bakura!” Ryou chanted as he filled his
yami’s body with his warmth.
“One-one thousand, two-one thousand, three-one thousand...” Marik counted.
Malik scratched his head. “What the hell are you counting for?”
Ryou collapsed forward onto Bakura, completely out of breath.
Marik chuckled as he watched the two white-haired men basking in ecstacy. He turned back
to Malik and grinned, “Hang-time.”

            Yugi peeled the top off the little plastic cup of chocolate pudding and handed it to Yami.
“Thank you,” Yami smiled as he took the pudding cup from Yugi’s hand.
Yugi handed Yami a spoon.
“So what were you, Bakura, and Malik doing at the lake, if you don’t mind me asking,” Yami
asked as he scooped a spoonful of pudding into his mouth.
Yugi opened his own pudding cup and sat down at the table. “Marik got Malik in trouble or
something, I’m not exactly sure what though. Bakura fixed whatever it was though.”
Yami nodded his head as he licked his spoon. He smiled as he watched Yugi eating his pudding.
Yugi looked up at Yami curiously, “Uh... is there something wrong?”
Yami chuckled as he dipped his finger in his pudding, “No, nothing is wrong.”
“Oh.. okay,” Yugi answered, noticing the impish gleam in Yami’s eyes. He went back to eating
his pudding.
“Hey, Yugi,” Yami smirked.
Yugi looked up, “Hm?”
Yami chuckled as he smeared some chocolate pudding on Yugi’s cheek, “Oh my..oops, I’m
uh...so sorry about that. Let me get that.”
Yami leaned over and slid his tongue over the pudding on Yugi’s cheek.
Yugi giggled as his yami’s tongue found it’s way to his lips.
Yami licked Yugi’s lips, pleading silently for entrance.
Yugi parted his lips, allowing Yami to taste him. He felt Yami’s warm hand gently cup his
cheek. He moaned softly into Yami’s mouth. He missed the Pharaoh’s loving touch.
“Mmm...Yami..”
“Aibou,” Yami sighed, slowly pulling his lips away.
Yugi looked at Yami through lust clouded, half closed eyes, “Touch me some more.”
Yami got out of his chair and kneeled down in front of Yugi. He ran his hands up Yugi’s slender
thighs and under his shirt. He lifted Yugi’s shirt up and kissed his stomach.
Yugi raised his arms so that Yami could remove his shirt.
Yami smiled as he slipped the shirt over Yugi’s head. He straddled Yugi’s hips and grinded
against him while running his hands all over his hikari’s warm skin. He nuzzled Yugi’s neck
with his cheek.
Yugi moaned as he rocked his hips, feeling the heat of the Pharaoh’s rhythm, “Yami...”
“Hm?” Yami asked in a deep, sultry voice.
Yugi reached between Yami’s legs and rubbed his palm over the Pharaoh’s arousal.
Yami moaned from his hikari’s touch.
Yugi chuckled lightly as he wrapped his hand around the hardening muscle, “We’re all alone,
Pharaoh... you know what that means?”
Yami looked at Yugi with a grin, “Go on, tell me”
Yugi squeezed Yami’s shaft, causing the Pharaoh to gasp.
“Get your ass on the table, Pharaoh...let’s get naughty.”
“Oh hell yeah,” Yami smiled brightly, nipping Yugi’s earlobe.

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Marik: And than... the authoress fell over laughing. She couldn’t even finish writing that lemon.
Yami: But she will be continuing it in the next chapter. She’s just too drunk to do it now.
Bakura: Please don’t tell me you used pudding as lube...
Yami. *zips his lip*

Thank you, thank you, thank you to my reviewers!!!! Oh my fucking god, I love you all so
much!! You are all so encouraging, I really appreciate the time you take to read and review for
me. It means a lot to me. I really hope the pRonnage in the chappie will be enough to hold you
over until the next chapter. *cough* hardcore Bakura x Yugi... I’ll fix my drunken fuck ups tomorrow... *blows the top of her bottle
of Smirnoff and giggles at the funny hoooou noise it makes*
Party HARD until than! *devil hooks*
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