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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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Brothers in Blood (By Demons Be Driven)

Bakura carefully picked at the hinge of the heavy door with his pocket knife, completely
in tune with his task; totally ignoring the Pharaoh.
"Yugi better not have eaten all my butterscotch pudding, I’ll be so pissed if he has," Yami
grumbled, buttoning his black shirt up the center.
Bakura pried off the final hinge. "I’ll have us out in a second, just keep your pants on," he said as
he stood up and took a step back, placing his hands on his hips.
"So what are you doing tomorrow night?" Yami asked Bakura out of the blue, stunning the King
of Thieves.
Bakura scratched his head. "I don’t know, maybe fuck on you some more?" he said, following up
with a sarcastic laugh.
The former Pharaoh started to laugh. "Well I was actually thinking of having a party here, I was
hoping maybe you could help me get it together, but I wouldn’t mind fucking you again at all."
Bakura’s jaw dropped open. He couldn’t believe he’d heard those words out of his rival’s mouth.
He grunted as he gave the door a good swift kick. "Oh what the hell, sounds like fun," he said
with a wicked grin on his face.
Yami grinned back as the door crashed to the floor. "Can you bring those toys of yours that
Marik is always bragging up? I’m eager to see what all the hype is about."
"Maybe I will," Bakura replied as he stepped over the fallen door into the hallway. "Now come
on, a certain hikari needs a spanking before I head back home."
"I have faith that you will," Yami chuckled as he followed Bakura out.
Bakura grinned devilishly as he and Yami spotted Yugi sleeping on the sofa, curled up snugly
under Yami’s jacket, and surrounded by empty pudding cup containers.
Yami picked up the empty plastic containers and stacked them neatly together. He made a sour
face as he went to throw them away. "He DID eat all my fucking butterscotch...Nnnngh...damn
it."
Bakura couldn’t help but laugh. "Moron," he mumbled under his breath.
"Bakura?" Yugi yawned, slowly opening his tired eyes.
Bakura sat down on the arm of the sofa and crossed his arms. "I hope you’re happy with
yourself," he remarked, auspiciously smirking at the Pharaoh’s light.
"For what?" Yugi asked. He sat up slowly and rubbed his eyes.
Bakura shrugged his shoulders and laughed. "Nothing, nothing at all. Nevermind."
Yugi cocked his eyebrow and stared blankly at Bakura. "Uh... okay then," he said, scratching his
head.
Bakura leaned over and gave Yugi a quick kiss on the cheek. "Listen, I have to get going now,
but I’ll see you tomorrow night at the party."
"Party? What party?" Yugi asked curiously.
An evil grin crept across Bakura’s lips as he headed toward the door. "I’ll let your cheaper half
tell you the details, okay?"
Yugi nodded his head. "Uh...okay, see ya t’morrow, Bakura."
Bakura turned to leave, wearing a small smirk on his face.
"Hey! That wasn’t very nice, Bakura. Yami isn’t cheap. He’s really expensive, to tell you the
truth. He went and booked a month long vacation for him and me at a bunch of places in Mexico,
and since I make all the money, I’ll end up paying for it all! I can’t fricken afford it!"
Bakura stopped and turned around. "Wow, what bit you in the ass all the sudden?
Yugi reached over and grabbed a stack of envelopes and folded papers. "See all this crap? These
are all the bills that stupid Pharaoh has racked up! GAH! He’s making me insane!!"
Bakura was taken completely off-guard by Yugi’s hissy fit. He just stared at Yugi like he was
wearing his underwear on his head and dancing the Macarena smeared in peanut butter and rolled
in goose feathers.
"Um... yeah, okay...hnn... bad Pharaoh."
Yugi burst into a giggle fit after seeing the way Bakura was looking at him. "Um... oops, didn’t
mean to go freaky on ya, ‘Kura. I always get grouchy when I have to write out the bills."
"Well, true, that was certainly...unexpected, but justifiable. I think it would be safe to say I’d
have the same reaction if Ry started blowing our money like a fucking idiot."
"Ry? You’re calling your hikari Ry now? Awwww! That’s so cute!"
Bakura rolled his eyes and gave Yugi a firm smack on the ass. "Oh fuck you, shut up. I think you
need to go back to sleep…or something. I’ll see you tomorrow at the party."
Yugi giggled as he watched Bakura walk out.

Marik slowly zoomed the telephoto lens of his video camera in on Malik and Ryou’s
almost touching lips. "Oh hell yeah... that’s just killer fucking hot," he grinned lustfully, licking
his lips.
Ryou moaned softly as he kissed Malik’s lips. He ran his fingertips through Malik’s hair,
eventually cupping the back of Malik’s skull in his hand.
Malik placed his hands on Ryou’s shoulders and pinned him down onto the feather covered
carpet, sending a few feathers floating through the air, getting them in both their hair.
"That’s it, baby, you are so fucking sexy...gods, you make me so fucking hard, " Marik
encouraged from behind the camera.
Malik gave the camera a quick wink before licking his middle finger and reaching between
Ryou’s legs.
Marik closed in on Ryou’s face as Malik pressed his finger inside him.
Ryou flinched and let out a whimper as Malik's digit penetrated his body. "Gods, it hurts so
good...Mmm... shit yes, Malik...deeper... Come on, baby..." he moaned loudly, exaggerating for
the camera.
Malik added another digit and looked at the camera. He grinned ferally and licked his lips. "I’m
going to fuck the hell out of you babe... spread those sexy legs a little further apart for me, okay?"
"Gods, Malik, you’re a natural at this," Marik smiled, holding the camera steady.
"You ain’t seen nothing yet," Malik gleamed as he leaned over and swallowed Ryou’s entire
length.
"Oh god, yes!" Ryou gasped, arching his hips up to meet Malik’s eager mouth.
Marik stared through the camera lens, awestruck at the sexy scene unfolding in front of him.
Malik drew his mouth slowly up Ryou’s length as he buried his two fingers deep inside Ryou,
eliciting a loud outcry from his fair haired lover.
"Shit yes!" Ryou screamed, thrusting himself onto Malik’s fingers, forcing them as deep as they
would go.
"Oh my gods," Marik said as he reached his hand down between his legs. He moaned deeply as
he brushed his thumb over the head of his cock, which was already so hard it was poking through
the waist of his pants.
Malik moaned as he plunged back down Ryou’s engorged shaft, swallowing it whole.
Ryou’s buried his fingers in Malik’s sweat dampened hair, gripping Malik’s skull, trying to set
the pace. "I need you Malik, god please... fuck me until I bleed for you," he begged raggedly
between short breaths.
Malik pulled his fingers out of Ryou and licked the weeping slit at the tip of Ryou’s arousal. He
reached between his own legs and began to stroke himself. "You sure you can handle me?" Malik
chuckled, showing off his sizable chocolate colored cock for the camera.
"Shut up and fuck me, Malik. You know I can take every inch of that," Ryou growled, grinding
himself up against Malik.
Marik swallowed hard. He felt a drop of semen run down the head of his manhood. He couldn’t
take it any longer. He needed to find something to get him off. His cock was just too hard to deal
with. He grinned wickedly as he undid his jeans and set the camera down on the floor a short
distance away.
Malik reached for a bottle of lubrication and smiled down at Ryou. "You love me?" he asked as
he rubbed the clear gel onto his arousal.
Ryou bit his lip and nodded his head. "Yes, do you love me?" he asked back, smiling sweetly up
at Malik.
"You bet!" Malik nodded as he picked up Ryou’s hips with one hand and positioned himself for
penetration.
Bakura walked in the door just as Marik took the starring role. "What the hell?" he asked as he
passed through.
"Gah! Nobody wants to hear that stupid lovey-dovey bullshit anymore! Let’s get right to the
fucking. Lights! Camera! ...Bakura?" Marik said as he grabbed Malik by his hips and swiftly
pushed inside of him. Marik’s forward thrust was just enough to push Malik all the way into
Ryou, causing the hikari to scream.
Malik let out a loud scream as his body was also suddenly invaded.
Marik gave Malik a firm slap on his ass. "So how was your night?" he asked, looking back at
Bakura, but not letting up at all as he set the pace.
Bakura shook his head as he went into the kitchen, bypassing the hot, feathery fuck scene playing
out on the living-room floor. "Not as action packed as yours is I see," Bakura laughed, spotting
the video camera.
"Ra fucking damn it, Malik, you are just too fucking tight! I’ll just have to do something about
that, won’t I?" Marik growled as he pounded into Malik. Drops of sweat ran down his flushed
cheeks as he controlled Malik’s every movement.
"GAH! Fuck, Marik, not so hard, you’re hurting me!" Malik protested, trying to wiggle his hips
away from Marik’s brutal thrusts.
"Oh shut up, you like it and you know it," Marik laughed as he forced himself deep within
Malik’s body, slamming into Malik’s prostrate full force... repeatedly.
Malik and Ryou’s bloody screams filled the room, followed by a chorus of desperate moans and
pleading whimpers.
"Better start praying to your gods, boys," Bakura snickered as he picked up the telephone and
went toward his room.
"Yeah! On your knees!" Marik laughed, giving Malik’s ass another hard smack. "I’ll be your
fucking god! HAHA!" he roared, giving Malik’s ass the good hard fucking he enjoyed so much.
"Houston, the ego has landed..." Bakura sighed as he put the phone to his ear. He waited patiently
for someone to answer, half listening to Marik bragging himself up in the other room. After a few
rings, Jounouchi finally picked up.
//WITM, talk to me, baby.//
Bakura shook his head. Jou always answered the studio lines in the strangest ways.
"Hey Mutt, it’s your boss, think you could make a little announcement over the radio for me?"
//Sure, whatta’ya got in mind, Yami B?//
"Grab a pen and write this down. I don’t want you fucking this one up."
//Whatever, hold on...grrr...//
Bakura waited patiently for Jou to come back on the line. He could hear all kinds of begging and
ass smacking going on in the living-room. Marik was certainly having himself a hell of a good
time, or so it sounded.
//Okay, I found a pen. Now what’s the thing you want me to say? I only have 30 seconds before
I’m back on the air here.//
"Party at the Kami Game Shop tomorrow night. Ten bucks a head, and bring a bed sheet. "
//That it?//
"Yes."
//Why bring a bed sheet?//
"Toga party" Bakura chuckled evilly.
//I’m on it. Check ya later, man.//
Bakura shook his head as he heard the line go dead. "That fucker hung up on me! I oughta-"
Before he could complete his sentence, a chorus of voices rang out the living-room.
"Marik, *pant* NOOOO! Not the studded cock ring!" Malik screamed and whimpered.
"Oh god I’m cumming!" Ryou screamed.
"Oh hell yeah, this is the fucking life! Shit yeah, take it all, Malik baby! RAWR!! You’re such a
sexy little fuck!" Marik laughed.
‘Freaks,’ Bakura thought to himself as he headed to bed. ‘I think I will make the rest of my calls
from my room.’

*****

Bakura lit a cigarette as he slid off the back of Malik’s motorcycle. He grinned at he observed a
very loud and lively Motou residence.
"Can I get one of those from you?" Malik asked politely while running his fingers through his
wind blown hair.
"Yeah, sure..." Bakura answered absently, handing Malik his pack of cigarettes.
"Sounds like quite a party going on in there. I’m surprised Yami has that many friends," Malik
chuckled as he lit a cigarette and handed the pack back to Bakura.
"Something tells me he doesn't," Bakura laughed. "Come on. Let’s go in and get ourselves drunk as
fuck."
Malik nodded his head and followed Bakura. "Hmm, I wonder what happened to Ryou and
Marik. I could’ve sworn they were behind us on the way here."

Marik shifted his van into park and quickly jumped into the back. He ripped open a cardboard
box and looked at Ryou.
"Ryou! Quicklike now, grab that case of two-ply! We have a lot of TPing to do, and very little
time! Hurry it up, boy!"

"Hey, Bakura! Hey Malik!" Yugi shouted over the loud music, jumping up and down waving so
that Bakura and Malik could see him amongst the crowd of toga-clad people inside the Game
Shop.
"I think I heard our names called," Malik shouted to Bakura.
Bakura looked around, not recognizing anybody.
"Over here!" Yugi bounced, trying his damnedest to get Bakura and Malik to notice him.
Malik scratched his head and took a casual drag of his cigarette.
"HEY, DOWN HERE, DARN IT!" Yugi shouted at the top of his lungs.
Bakura pointed at Yugi and laughed as he made his way over to him, Malik following behind
him closely.
"Hey Yugi, I didn’t even see you! Oops..."
"Let’s go in the kitchen where it’s quieter! HEY! Where’s your togas???"
"Umm... we forgot them. Oops again," Bakura answered quickly as they followed Yugi into the
kitchen.
"Hey, look who finally decided to join us!" Yami laughed as they entered the kitchen. He was
sitting at the table with a few party guests playing a nice old-fashioned game of poker.
"Hey, Shit for Brains," Bakura chuckled.
"Hey Pharaoh," Malik smiled.
"So where’s the liquor at this party?" Bakura asked curiously.
Yugi tossed a white bed sheet at both Malik and Bakura. "No toga, no booze."
Bakura caught his sheet and shook his head. “Not gonna happen... you are not getting me into
one of those ridiculous things.”

             "That’s it, Ryou! Let’s bail and get our asses over to the Game Shop now!" Marik
laughed as he ran back to his van.
"That was too much fun!" Ryou laughed as he hurried to catch up with Marik.

             Marik popped a piece of gum in his mouth as he led Ryou into the Game Shop by his
hand. "ALRIGHT PEOPLE, THE PARTY CAN START NOW! MARIK ISHTAR’S IN THE
HOUSE! HELL YEAH!" The Egyptian shouted as he made his grand entrance.
"Oh my god!" Ryou gasped as a large crowd suddenly gravitated around them. He looked around
for a familiar face, but nobody familiar crossed his path of vision.
Marik chatted with a few of the people around them for a few minutes, than grabbed Ryou’s hand
again. "C’mon! This is a party, Ryou! Let’s find ourselves some alcohol and get fucking nuts!"
"Oh hell..." Ryou laughed nervously as Marik drug him haphazardly through the crowd.

            "Hey, careful with my little brat!" Bakura shouted as he caught Marik’s arm.
"Hey YOU! Where’s the alcohol at this little soiree? " Marik asked.
Malik walked over to Ryou and pried him from Marik’s grip, "No toga no booze, its Motou law."
Bakura chuckled evilly as he took a drink of beer from the red plastic cup in his hand.
“No way I’m wearing a fucking bed sheet," Marik yelled. "I’m fucking thirsty here! Just gimmie
a fucking drink or I’m sending you all to the Shadow Realm!"
“Oh fine, follow me“ Bakura laughed as he led Marik to the bathroom.

            Ryou shook his head as Malik wrapped a bed sheet around him and knotted it at the
shoulder. "I can’t believe I’m wearing this silly thing."
Malik chuckled as he pulled Ryou into a sweet little kiss. "You look hot, okay? Let’s go get
ourselves wasted now."
Ryou giggled as he groped Malik’s ass. "Sounds good to me."

           "I was so shocked when the beer guy pulled up to the shop this morning and dropped off
six half barrels! I almost shit my pants when people started coming dressed in togas and throwing
money at Yami and I! Thank you so much for doing this, ‘Kura." Yugi smiled brightly as he fed
Bakura a grape.
Bakura grinned as he leaned down and nipped the grape from Yugi’s fingers. "So is there enough
money to pay off the Pharaoh’s bills?"
Yugi nodded his head as he picked up another grape. "Yep! You’re the shit!"
"Hey Bakura, you lazy fuck! Get your boney ass off that counter and play some fucking cards
with us!" Marik yelled from the table.
Bakura chuckled lightly as he ate another grape from Yugi’s fingers. "In a bit. Settle down,
Ishtar."
"Yugi! There you are! Come here, Malik and I need your help!" Ryou shouted from the doorway.
Yugi waved at Ryou, "Okay, hold on!"
Yugi hugged Bakura’s legs and smiled up at him. "I’ll have to thank you more later," he giggled.
"Come on, Bakura, you shit-stain! Yami’s dealing the next hand now!" Marik yelled.
"Okay, Okay, I’m in..."Bakura sighed as he hopped down from the counter. He gave Yugi and
playful smack on the butt. "Go see what Ry wants, I’ll be in here."
"Okay! See ya!" Yugi smiled as he ran off.

                Honda sighed in defeat, throwing his playing cards down on the table. "Man, I just
can’t win."
"That’s because you’re a fucking dork," Marik snickered, possessively hugging a pile of cash in
front of him.
"You’re just not cut out to play with the real men," Bakura grinned, also protecting a large pile of
money.
Yami sucked on a Blue Raspberry Blow Pop as he reshuffled the playing cards. "The game is
Five Card Draw, nothing is wild, ante up, boys," he mused as he dealt Marik, Bakura, and
himself a fresh hand.
             Marik pulled off his baseball cap and ran his fingers through his hair. "You both should
just fold now, you know I’m just going to win again," he smirked as he placed the cap back on
his head backwards.
Bakura tapped his cigarette in the ashtray than replaced it between his lips. He picked up his
cards and looked them over. "In your dreams, you arrogant fool," he scoffed as he studied his
cards.
"I’m going to stay," Marik nodded sharply, smirking like a devil behind his cards. "And I raise
the bid twenty bucks, now pay the pot or I’ll bite you."
"I’m staying too," Yami nodded, keeping a perfect, stoic poker face.
Bakura narrowed his eyes. "I’ll take three," he growled, obviously not very happy with the cards
he’d been dealt.
Bakura chose three cards from his hand and laid them down on the table.
Yami handed him three new ones. "Anybody want to raise the pot some more?" he asked.
Marik chuckled evilly, "Yeah, I’ll raise it twenty more bucks."
Bakura sighed as he tossed another twenty dollars in the middle of the table.
Yami did the same.
A smug grin was pasted to Marik’s face. "Alright, who has what now? Bakura? Show us what
you got."
Bakura laid down his cards face up and spread them out. "Three of a kind," he nodded sharply.
Yami shook his head as he looked at Bakura’s cards. "Why does it not surprise me that he has
three sixes?" he mumbled to himself.
"HAHA! LOSER!" Marik laughed. The Egyptian looked at Yami with an evil grin. "Spread ‘em,
Pharaoh."
Yami rolled his eyes. "Why does everything out of your mouth sound sexual?" he asked.
"I was referring to your cards, you pervert," Marik winked.
"Oh, yes, right..." Yami chuckled, laying down his cards. "Full house. Aces over eights."
"Oooh, the dead man’s hand ...spoooooky," Bakura snickered before gulping down the rest of his
beer.
"Beat that, Ishtar."
Marik licked his lips as he laid his cards down on the table. "Read ‘em and weep, fools," he
smirked as he spread out a royal flush.
"Eh, fuck you, Marik. You’re cheating. I need another beer," Bakura scoffed, shoving his chair at
the table after getting up.
Marik grinned victoriously as he gathered up his winnings. "Hold on, I’m going with you."
"Oh yay..." Bakura said dryly as he made his way into the bathroom where the half barrels of beer
were nestled safely within a bathtub full of ice.

          Bakura’s cigarette dangled from his lips as he stood over the half barrel pumping the
tapper.
Marik grabbed Bakura’s cigarette and took a puff off it. He shook his head as he watched a very
drunk Jounouchi dance through the kitchen in his underwear. "He looks like a chicken with a bad
set a drumsticks. No, wait, more like a turkey, the way he’s strutting around there, what a dumb
shit," the Egyptian snickered.
Bakura glanced over his shoulder and caught a glimpse of Jou’s drunken dance. He shook his
head as he refilled his beer.
"Come on you guys! You gotta see this!" Yugi shouted over the loud music.
Bakura and Marik turned their heads.
Yugi was waving them over into the front of the game shop.
"Be right there!" Marik shouted back to him.
"I wonder what he wants?" Bakura asked, taking a drink of his beer.
"We’ll never know if we don’t get our asses in gear, c’mon."
Marik grabbed Bakura by his arm and started pulling him into the front of the shop.
"Goddamn it, Marik, you made me spill beer on my shirt! Asshole..." Bakura growled as they
made their way through the crowd to the front of the shop, stripping off his t-shirt and tucking it
into the waist of his jeans.
"Holy shit," Marik grinned, "this is fucking cool!"
The empty room was filled with ominous black light.
Yugi quickly sided up to Bakura and pulled him over to a make-shift ‘stage.’ (A few glass
display cases pushed together with black lights placed inside them, Yugi’s creative little idea...)
Yami staggered up to Marik with a bottle of tequila in hand and groped the front of Marik’s tight
black jeans. "Hey sexy," the Pharaoh winked.
"Hey yourself, baby. What’s going on in here?"
Yami continued to grope Marik, "Your boy Malik has a surprise for you."
Marik raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"
"Follow me," Yami grinned, rubbing over the bulge in Marik’s pants with his wandering hands.
"Oh hell yeah," Marik laughed as he allowed the Pharaoh to pull him into the empty room, over
to Bakura and Yugi.
Bakura lit another cigarette and looked down at Yugi. "So what the hell did you drag me in here
for?"
Yugi grinned impishly as he grabbed Yami’s bottle of tequila from him and took a swig. "You’ll
see!"
Yami pulled up a few chairs and grinned at Yugi. “I’ll be.. uhh ..back in a bit.”
Yugi sat down, as did Bakura.
Marik crossed his arms and leaned back against a tall column behind them. “This better he good,
‘cause it’s cutting into my precious alcohol consumption time,” he muttered selfishly.
Yugi twisted around and gave Marik a thumbs up, “Oh, it is! Just relax and enjoy it!”
Marik opened his mouth to answer Yugi back, but was cut off abruptly by a sharp glare cast upon
him from Bakura.
“Shut up, you psychopathic fucktard... I get the feeling our other halves are going to get naked
for us, and if we play our cards right, we’ll be getting drunk AND laid tonight...so PUT A CORK
IN IT!" the thief snarled as he slipped his shirt back on over his head.
The unbelievably big grin on Yugi’s face was enough to tell Marik that Bakura had just hit the
nail on the head.
  Marik shook his head and snickered as the music started. Bakura’s jaw dropped as he watched Ryou saunter out onto the stage. “Holy Shit, Ry, ” he
gulped.

(Mmm...yeah!)

Ryou was dressed in tight black leather pants, a sleeveless black t-shirt, and black biker boots,
apparel obviously borrowed from his yami’s closet. A mass of silver bracelets and chains were
wrapped around both his wrists.

(HYA! Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do)

Marik laughed as Marik strutted out dressed just the opposite, in all white leather and gold
jewelry. He had a black star painted around one of his eyes.

(Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do)

Bakura went to stand up to get closer to the action, but was pulled back down into his seat by
Yugi.
“Uh-uh!” Yugi chuckled, waving his finger at Bakura.
Bakura rolled his eyes and sighed.
Ryou winked at his yami as he lowered himself to his knees and crawled closer in an a predatory
fashion.

(Tonight I wanna give it all to you
In the darkness
There's so much I wanna do)

Malik wiggled his finger at Marik, motioning him to come closer.
Marik grinned evilly as he answered his other half’s gesture and approached the stage.

(And tonight I wanna lay it at your feet
'Cause girl, I was made for you
And girl, you were made for me)

To Bakura’s complete surprise, Ryou lunged off the stage at him. Ryou landed directly on his
yami’s lap, knocking the chair backward.
They both fell back onto the floor with a loud thud, Ryou using Bakura’s body to cushion his fall.
Ryou grabbed the front of Bakura’s shirt and lifted it up, revealing the pale muscled perfection
underneath. His hands ghosted up his yami’s smooth stomach and chest and rhythmically rocked
his hips against Bakura’s.
“Fucking gods...” Bakura moaned with undescribable pleasure.

(I was made for lovin' you baby
You were made for lovin' me
And I can't get enough of you baby
Can you get enough of me?)

“Well, Koo Koo Ka-choo, look at you!” Marik laughed, pointing at the star painted around
Malik’s eyes. “Since when-“
Marik’s eyes grew wide as Malik slapped a strip of duct tape over his mouth, cutting him off
from what he was about to say.
Malik gripped both of Marik’s wrists tightly and slammed them back against the hard column
behind them. He grinned devilishly as he pressed his hips against Marik’s, caging him against the
column with his body.
Unable to speak or even react to Malik’s unexpected entrapment, Marik just stared at Malik’s
face like a deer caught in the headlights.

(Tonight I wanna see it in your eyes
Feel the magic
There's something that drives me wild
And tonight we're gonna make it all come true
'Cause girl, you were made for me
And girl I was made for you)

Bakura swallowed hard.
Ryou’s steady rocking motion against his lower body had quickly brought him to full arousal.
The painful throbbing of his cock concealed in his pants was driving him wild. He made a move
with his hand to unzip his jeans, but found it quickly slapped away by Ryou.
“You wish,” Ryou winked as he removed his belt.
Bakura growled as his aching member grew even harder.

(I was made for lovin' you baby
You were made for lovin' me
And I can't get enough of you baby
Can you get enough of me?)

Marik’s eyes shifted from side to side. He felt somebody other than Malik come from behind and
tie his wrists up with a long leather strap. He could only move his hands up or down now; he
couldn’t even touch Malik or talk to him.
Gods... what a fucker!

Malik smirked with satisfaction as he watched his other half paralyzed with fear ...and curiosity.
Yami grinned as he walked out from behind the column and got behind Malik.
The Pharaoh was wearing a simple pair a black jeans and a red tank top with the sleeves ripped
off.
“Hey, Sexy,” Yami smiled as his hands cascaded down Malik’s sides, stopping at his slender
hips.
Malik bit his lower lip and tilted his head back onto Yami’s shoulder.
Yami held firmly onto Malik’s hips and pressed against him, swaying their bodies together in
rhythm to the song.
Marik’s eyes burned with jealously as he was forced to watch Malik melt into the Pharaoh’s
touch.

(I was made for lovin' you baby
You were made for lovin' me
And I can give it all to you baby
Can you give it all to me?)

Bakura moaned as Ryou massaged his hard on slowly through his jeans. “Fuck, Ry... you are
evil!” he whined.
Gods, could he get any harder than he already was?
Ryou chuckled as he lowered his lips down, almost touching Bakura’s, “I learned from the best,
right?”
Bakura couldn’t help but grin at Ryou’s remark. This was certainly a proud yami moment.
But the proud moment was short lived.
Bakura moaned again as Ryou’s mouth covered his own. He could taste the desire building up
inside him, as well we the liquor on Ryou’s tongue. All he could think about was ripping off
Ryou’s clothes and pounding him senseless into the floor.
He felt Ryou reach into his pocket. He shifted his hips in hopes his throbbing hard arousal would
gain some attention.

(Oh, can't get enough, oh, oh
I can't get enough, oh, oh
I can't get enough
Yeah, ha!)

“You want some of this?” Yami smirked at Marik, tauntingly rubbing the bulge between Malik’s
legs.
“Oh Ra, Pharaoh...” Malik moaned, wantonly thrusting his hips against the Pharaoh’s hand.
Marik just glared.
Yami kissed the side of Malik’s neck as he slid his hands under Malik’s t-shirt. “Malik, you are
so sexy,” he purred into Malik’s ear.
Malik moaned loudly as Yami’s warm hand caressed his skin.
Yami winked at Marik as he slipped Malik’s shirt over his head, revealing the Egyptian’s
flawless bronze chest. He moved around to Malik’s front and flicked his tongue over Malik’s
right nipple, while at the same time removing Malik’s belt and slowly tugging down the pants
zippers located at Malik’s hips.
Malik’s monestrous rock solid erection popped out, bobbing in the air for some attention.
Yami twisted his neck and looked back at Marik, who’s eyes were filled with desperation and
primitive need.
The Pharaoh looked back at Malik and nodded his head, “You ready?”
Malik nodded his head.
Yami stepped off to the side and went over by Yugi.
Malik turned around and bent over in front of Marik as he unzipped his pants the rest of the way.
He kicked off the pants, leaving him standing in only his boots with his ass pointed at Marik.

(Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do)

Ryou smiled with his eyes as he used Bakura’s pocket knife to slice the shirt right off his yami’s
body. With the knife still in hand, the hikari slowly kissed his way down his yami’s chest and
stomach.
Bakura squirmed under his hikari’s delicate kisses. He placed his hands on Ryou’s shoulders,
pushing him lower, guiding him down to where he wanted him.
Ryou dropped the knife in his hand and grabbed Bakura by his wrists. He looked up for a fleeting
moment to see the look on Bakura’s face before clamping his teeth around the snap of Bakura’s
jeans and yanking it open.
Bakura hissed as he felt Ryou tugging the zipper of his pants down with his teeth. He was very
glad he opted to forgo wearing any underwear.
Ryou licked up Bakura’s arousal, eagerly lapping up the salty essence weeping from the swollen
tip before swallowing around it.
Bakura arched his back and groaned in pleasure as Ryou drew up and down his needy organ. His
body felt like it was on fire as warm sensations raced through his veins like blood.
Ryou couldn’t seem get enough. His head bobbed up and down quickly, swallowing his yami’s
entire length whole, only to pull away a split second later, leaving it neglected.
Bakura moaned and groaned with every movement. He dug his fingernails into Ryou’s shoulders
and desperately clawed at his skin.

(Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do)

Malik wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it a few times until a few beads of pre-cum
dribbled out from the tip and the length was swollen and shiny before he turned around.
Malik’s lavender eyes met with Marik’s dark, anger filled gaze. He grinned as he took a few
steps forward, still pumping himself.
He reached down and un-fastened Marik’s pants, grinning mischievously at Marik. He ran the
palm of his hand along his other half’s entire length before wrapping his hand around the
engorged muscle. “You want some?” he asked with a sinful smile.
A vicious growl emanated from Marik’s throat.
Malik licked his lips as he let go of Marik’s cock and got down on his knees.

(I was made for lovin' you baby
You were made for lovin' me
And I can't get enough of you baby
Can you get enough of me?)

Ryou picked his head up and smiled at his writhing yami..”You like that?” he asked, wiping his
mouth with his hand.
Bakura pulled Ryou up by his shoulders. He brought him into a deep kiss, filled with unrighteous
desire. “Fuck yeah,” he growled into his hikari’s mouth.
Ryou moaned into Bakura’s mouth, feeding the flame that burned in his yami’s soul... and
between his legs. He gripped onto the sides of Bakura’s jeans and yanked them down over
Bakura’s hips. He could feel his yami’s arousal pulsating against his own
Ryou swallowed hard as he felt himself release a little. “Oh to hell with it!” he growled as he
wiggled out of his pants. Once shed of his pants, he straddled Bakura’s hips and positioned
himself.
“Do it, Ry...” Bakura nodded, reaching up and stroking Ryou’s cheek with his hand. “Give
yourself to me.”
Ryou let out a scream as he impaled himself on Bakura’s cock. He whimpered as he absorbed
every inch of it.
“Fuck me, damn it!” Bakura hissed as Ryou’s hot tightness surrounded him, commanding to be
fucked hard.
Ryou gripped Bakura’s shoulders and began to ride him hard, roughly taking him in and out.
Bakura snarled as he pounded up into Ryou with iniquitous need, “Shit yeah, you’re so tight... I
love that hot ass... gods... fuck... FUCK! RYOU!”

Malik swallowed around Marik’s cock, deep throating the massive, hard organ.
He could hear Marik growl as he sucked hard.
As soon as he could taste his other half’s climax nearing, he pulled away and stood up.
Without further adieu, Malik jumped up and wrapped his legs around Marik, wiggling his hips a
little before forcing Marik’s cock deep into his body. He cried out in pleasure and pain as his
sheathed around Marik’s weeping hardness.

(Oh, I was made!
You were made!)

Furious.
Bakura was going nuts watching Ryou above him riding him for all he was worth. He bucked up
wildly as Ryou desperately slammed down on him. They moaned and screamed each others
names as sweat drenched their pale, naked bodies.

(I can't get enough!)

Malik yanked the silver tape off of Marik’s mouth.
Marik opened his mouth to speak, but found Malik’s lips pressed against his in a desperate kiss.
He moaned deeply as Malik rode him hard.

(No, I can't get enough!)

Breathless.
Ryou bit down on Bakura’s lower lip as Bakura’s arousal pounded into his prostate.
Out of control.
Bakura hissed as blood seeped from the bite mark and trickled down his chin. “So close,” he
moaned as he licked his lips.

(I was made for lovin' you baby
You were made for lovin' me
And I can't get enough of you baby
Can you get enough of me?)

Clinging tightly to Marik’s shoulders, Malik fucked Marik hard, rotating his hips around in a
circular motion.
Marik repeatedly thrust forward, driving himself into Malik as deep as he could. He felt his knees
grow weak. Being unable to grab Malik’s hips so he could pound into him drove him absolutely
wild. He thrust up as hard as he possibly could, slamming Malik’s sweet spot with a ruthless,
unadulterated vengeance.
Malik tossed his head back and cried out. His hips seemed to have taken on a mind of their own
as his body feverishly slapped against Marik’s. “Gods, yes!” he screamed as he reached his
climax.
Marik held his breath as Malik’s hips ground into his. He unsuccessfully fought against the
restraints around his wrists. His eyes rolled back in his head as his climax peaked. He dropped
to his knees and screamed as he violently slammed his release into Malik.

(I was made for lovin' you baby
You were made for lovin' me
And I can give it all to you baby)

Ryou’s body tensed as he drove himself down onto his yami. “I need to come... oh god...” he
panted huskily.
Bakura reached between Ryou’s legs and squeezed hard. “Not yet, Ry...”
Ryou whimpered as the song ended. Translucent fluid ran down the head of his cock and through
Bakura’s fingers.
Bakura indulged himself in Ryou’s tight heat a few more times, driving Ryou’s senses and need
to release through the roof.
“Please, yami! It hurts!”
A sharp twinge in the pit of Bakura’s stomach told him it was time. He felt Ryou’s warm body
trembling above him. He loosened his grip on Ryou’s arousal and started stroking it quickly.
“God, yami, YES!” Ryou screeched as the top of his lungs as Bakura jerked him off.
Ryou’s muscles tightened around Bakura’s length, sending Bakura over the edge. He was coming
so hard he didn’t even care that Ryou had fallen on top of him and passed out.
Once he’d come down from his climax, Bakura slid out from under Ryou.

He looked up and caught a glimpse of Yugi pounding into Yami like a mini jackhammer. Still
chuckling from the sight of the two tri-haired duelists going at it , he smiled down at his hikari as
he cradled him in his arms and picked him up. He placed a kiss on Ryou’s cheek. “I don’t think
Yugi will mind if we crash in his bed tonight,’ he said as he carried Ryou out.

            Malik let go of Marik and fell back onto the floor, breathless and completely fucked out.
“That.. was... awesome... holy shit..” he murmured before zonking out cold.
After catching his breath, Marik grinned at Malik. He squeezed his fists tightly and yanked them
apart, easily breaking the leather strap. He chuckled as he looked over at Yugi screwing Yami’s
brains loose on top the display cases.
“Ha! Go Yugi,” he laughed as he scooped Malik up into his arms and followed Bakura out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

            Later that night, after things had wound down, Bakura woke up with the urge to piss. He
wandered down to the bathroom and found Marik passed out naked on the toilet.
“Hey Ishtar, move your ass!” he snarled, poking Marik’s shoulder.
Marik grunted and took a swing at Bakura in his sleep, not giving up his throne.
Bakura rolled his eyes and walked back out into the hall. “Oh fuck it,” he chuckled as he
relieved himself in the Pharaoh’s laundry basket.
“Bakura?”
Bakura quickly zipped up his jeans and spun around to see who had just said his name.
“Oh, Yugi, hey,” he smiled, trying to make himself look innocent.
Yugi reached into his pants pocket than held out his hand.
“Here, you left this behind before.”
Bakura looked down at Yugi’s open hand. He smiled and nodded his head as he reached out and
reclaimed his pocket knife. “Cool, thank you.”
“I can’t believe you’d leave a man behind like that,” Yugi giggled.
Bakura laughed at Yugi’s remark. reached out and messed Yugi’s hair up. “Such a snarky little
thing you are, Yugi. Great party tonight, by the way.”
“Thanks again for doing what you did.”
Bakura shook his head. “It was nothing. You put up with a lot of shit, it was the least I could do
to repay you.”
“Repay me for what?”
“Putting up with me,” Bakura grinned.
Yugi rolled his eyes and laughed, “Oh ‘Kura, knock it off. Give yourself some credit. You’re a
good shit at heart. I’m your friend, you can’t fool me.”
Bakura smiled. “Yugi, give me your hand.”
Yugi looked at Bakura curiously as he held out his hand, palm facing up. His eyes grew wide as
he watched Bakura flick open his pocket knife.
“Yugi, this might hurt for a second, but just stay put,” the thief said as he brought the blade down
and pressed it into Yugi’s palm.
With a quick jerk, he cut a gash in Yugi’s hand. Yugi jerked back slightly and winced from the
sudden sharp pain. The wound bled instantly.
Bakura released Yugi’s hand and turned the knife on himself, slicing a large gash into his own
palm. He than licked the bloody blade clean before closing it and slipping it into his pants pocket.
He than took Yugi’s hand into his own, pressing their bleeding wounds together, letting their
blood mix.
“Yugi, now my life is tied to yours and yours to mine. Even though I am bound to Ryou, I will be
there for you no matter what the circumstance. Swear now to me that you will do the same."
Yugi smiled as he looked into Bakura’s eyes. He didn’t hesitate to take the oath. The former
tomb-robber may have been a pain in the ass in the past, but even demons deserved to be
forgiven.
Yugi nodded his head and shook Bakura’s hand to seal their sacrament. "I swear," he smiled.
“Feel like going upstairs and having some ..fun now?” Bakura asked after he’d let go of Yugi’s
hand.
A big grin spread across Yugi’s face. The feral smirk on Bakura’s face told him exactly what was
on the thief’s mind. “Heck yeah, let’s go do it until our legs fall off!” he chirped, grabbing
Bakura’s hand and practically dragging him back upstairs.
“Waaahooo!” Bakura laughed as he followed Yugi up the stairs.

            After a couple hours of hot monkey sex, Yugi laid quietly in Bakura’s arms.
Bakura let out a satisfied sigh.
Yugi traced Bakura’s stomach muscles with his fingertip and draped his leg over Bakura’s.
“Thanks for the memories, Yugi,” Bakura said quietly as the rising sun began to fill the room.
Yugi looked up at Bakura and nodded his head. He knew Bakura would have to be leaving soon.
Their peace and quiet was shattered when a loud shriek resounded through the hall.
“WHAT IN THE FUCK?!? I’M GOING TO KILL WHOEVER PISSED IN MY CLOTHES
BASKET!!!!”

THE END? (This is where your feedback come into play... hint, hint.)

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Okay, first off, I don't own "I Was Made for Loving You" by KISS. Secondly, I love you people! Man oh living, all the responses to the last chapter made me so fucking happy! I'll have to thank my muses proper for coming up that hotness. *wink*
I’m drained from writing so much that I need to go treat
myself to a few high-octane drinks at Downtown Charlies. *snicker*
Thank you Zehlyah for betaing the first part of this chapter. I’ve been so overwhelmed with shit
lately that, well, you know. *hugs* Love you bunches, babe, you fucking rule.

Bakura: Marik and I have jacked your reviews for chapter 23, so we are going to entertain you
with our responses now.
Marik: Yeah, what Devil-boy said.
Bakura: I’ll go first.
Marik: I’m so fucking hungover... go ahead...
Bakura: Okay, Velvetina, thank you for the compliment. Me x Yami was fun to write. The
Pharaoh knows his place now, I just need to work on Marik a bit more.
Marik: *flips off Bakura* Swivel on it, thief... Next review is mine. Arias5, *evil grin* mint
condoms, you know the kind you can buy in the gas station bathroom for 75 cents. I can totally
see Bakura doing that too. He’s so cheap!
Bakura: The Pharaoh’s ass isn’t worth a textured, lubricated Trojen. Schwarzwald, *GLOMP*
Marik: Oh that was creative, Bakura. Rikki/Switch, There will be plenty of sugary treats at our
Hellraisers hideout. We will kill and plunder all in the name of CHOCOLATE! *snicker*
Bakura: Oooh, I could go for a Kit Kat now. *steals some kid’s Kit Kat* Nomalaz, I am god. I
love fucking the Pharaoh. *evil grin*
Marik: Oooh... Zehlyah... let me lick you! *tackles and licks*
Bakura: Hey, she wants me, not you doe-doe brain!
Marik: *evil grin* ...*grabs Zehlyah * Gimmie that Kit Kat and I’ll share! Otherwise I will add
the girl to my harem!
Bakura: *sighs* No, I refuse to share my Kit Kat. I’ll save you later, Zehlyah. Okay, next we
have Bakurasgirl. Hmm, I like that name. Nice choice. Um..Ishtar? You died from the hotness?
*gives mouth to mouth* Damn I’m good. Wanna meet me in the hot tub later? *wink*
Marik: Terry, you’re right, we can’t go a day without getting some action. A day without sex is
like a day without oxygen. My eyeballs would pop out of my head, and that would be very bad.
Bakura: Nancy, many thanks, I appreciate your love of me! *wink*
Marik: Nite-Nite, Hell yeah Bakura needs to make proper use of that snarky... delicious... mouth
of his!
Bakura: Maybe after we get done with this. I’ll bite Ishtar’s dick off and cram it up his ass.
Marik: FUCK THAT! *gropes his hostage Zehlyah*
Bakura: O.o Naughty Marik...
Marik: *evil grin*
Bakura: MinuetLove, I still hate the Pharaoh, but I’ll fuck him because he’s such a tight-ass.
*snicker*
Marik: Midnight Hope & Iva-san, *cracks up* Oh hell, that’s priceless! Sex toys always make
me smile.
Bakura: *waves a silver vibrator* Ohhh Zehlyah......yooouhoooooo *shifty grin*
Marik: *growls* No Kit Kat, no Zehlyah! MINE!
Bakura: ArrogantMessiah, *grin* I love Axl Rose. The authoresses age is shining through here.
*laughs*
Marik: Tanya, hey sexy baby! *abducts Tanya and add her to his harem*
Bakura: Ryu-Chan, your wish has been granted. *wink*
Marik: *gropes his growing harem* steelfang, your wish is also granted. *shifty grin*
Bakura: noone, many thanks for taking the time to read the entire story. *hands noone a voodoo
plushie*
Marik: Zehlyah, stop trying to escape!
Bakura: *snickers* She loves me dammit, my fandom will do anything to be with me!
Marik: *ties Zehlyah up* Okay, Emily, Bakura is sexy, I won’t deny that.
Bakura: *struts* Hell yeah I’m sexy! TopHats, glad you love the fic! Love you too! *kiss*
Marik: *abducts Midnight Hope & Iva-san for his harem* Church is so inspirational when it
comes to writing yaoi stuff. *evil grin*
Bakura: *nods* Nomalaz, fucking Ra, cars just suck!
Marik: Thank Ra for motorcycles!
Bakura: *pets Nomalaz* sorry to hear you had to endure an hour of senseless religious drivel -_-
*hands you a pope voodoo plushie*
Marik: *abducts Jem for his harem* In one day? Damn, baby! *lick* Too fucking cool!
Bakura: Damn, Marik’s going to need to get a job to support all his future ex-wives here...
Marik: I have an Oreo cookie for the person who can tell me how many times we said the words 'fuck' and 'shit' in this fic. *snicker* GO US! *flips off all the righteous mutherfucks who are too pussy to swear*
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