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Hellraisers III: Items of Mass Dysfunction
Chapter III: A Secret Place

            “That was really cool of you to bail us out of jail, Bakura. We really owe you one,” Malik
said as he walked along the sidewalk.
“I’m sure I can find a way you can repay me for my good deed,” Bakura snickered.
“I want my fucking rod, and I want it NOW!” Marik glared angrily at Bakura .
Bakura chuckled and pulled the gold item out from the front of his pants, “If you want my rod,
you’ll have to beg for it, Blondie.”
Marik growled and flipped Bakura off, “You can suck my fucking di--”
“So how’s life going for you two? It seems like forever since we last talked,” Malik cut in,
attempting to diffuse the issue between Marik and Bakura.
Following Malik’s lead, Ryou shrugged his shoulders, “Oh... not bad, not good, you know, the
usual. What about the both of you?”
“Eventful,” Malik chuckled, waving his and Marik’s release papers from the jail.
Ryou nudged Malik’s arm with his elbow, “Mind telling us what you were arrested for in the
first place?”
“Having a good fucking time,” Marik growled, casting a spiteful glare at a parked police cruiser
nearby.
Bakura, having already seen their arrest files, started to laugh. “They were incarcerated for
publicly displaying their affection for each other, Ryou... their 27^th instance. I saw it when I
wiped out our file.”
Ryou looked at Malik and started to snicker, “Oh my.”
Marik grimaced, “I didn’t even get it stuck in before they nabbed us. Fucking pigs, I should send
them all to the Shadow Realm tomorrow.”
Bakura grinned at Ryou before turning to look at Marik. He turned the Millennium Rod in his
hand and huffed on it, than shined it on his pants leg. “And just how would you send them
exactly?”
“You fucken bastard,” Marik glared as he stopped and turned around, facing off with Bakura,
“I’d send you back there too. But I know you’re up to something, so just say it. And quit acting
like a wise ass -you don’t know it all.”
“Oh really?” Bakura snickered, not looking at Marik, but admiring his own reflection in the item
in his hand.
Marik’s eye began to twitch, which usually indicated he was getting ready to explode.
Malik fidgeted with his hands a little before he reached into his back pocket for his wallet, “How
much will it cost us?”
Bakura raised his eyebrow as he watched Malik thumb through A LOT of money. “Where in the
name of fuck did you get all of that?” he asked.
“None of your business, now give me that rod back, you hump-back- shit- for- brains- thief -bitch- FUCK!” Marik growled evilly, giving Bakura a poke to the chest.
Bakura crossed his arms and stood up straight, “Well I never.... Marik. Is that anyway to talk to
somebody who just bailed you and your better half out of jail, hmm, Marik???”
“It’s MY rod!” Marik snorted. His hair was standing practically on end and he looked more than
ready to start some shit.
Bakura chuckled and looked at the object and inspected it with his eyes, “I don’t see your name
on it anywhere. Are you suuuure it’s yours?”
“Just give him the stupid old thing and let’s get out of here,” Ryou whispered, watching Marik’s
grow more and more impatient with every passing second.
“Hn, not likely, not until we discuss some business here. Here is my---”
“I’ve got VISA! Taken in countries 25 million locations worldwide! Mastercard too! And
American Express!” Malik chimed in waving a handful of credit cards.
Bakura rolled his eyes, “That’s great, Malik. Yahoo. Now let me finish what I was about to say.”
Ryou turn and chuckled quietly as Bakura continued with his proposition.
“As I was saying now; in order for me to return this lovely item into your possession, I’ll need a
small favor from you both.”
Marik lit up a cigarette and groaned as he exhaled through his nostrils. “What is it,” he asked
monotone.
“Get as many miles between us and this town and you will get your item back,” Bakura stated
clearly, looking between Marik and Malik.
Ryou turned and looked at Bakura with wide eyes. “What the hell did you do that we have to go
on the run again?”
Bakura grinned smugly and winked at Ryou, “I’m just bored here. I’m running out of souls to
torment.”:
Ryou sighed and rubbed his temples, “Oh dear me...that can’t mean anything good.”
“Fine,” Marik snarled, “but let me remind you, Thief; you as much as THINK of fucking me
over, I’ll rip out your guts with a salad fork and feed your entrails to a herd of schizophrenic
pigs, and than I’ll sell your little friend Ryou as a sex slave to some friends over in Bangladesh.
Are we clear?”
Bakura smirked at Marik, “Fine by me. Now stop flapping your lips and let’s get a move on. I’d
like to be far from this pathetic shithole as possible before the sun comes up.”
Malik scratched his head and side-eyed Marik as they began walking along again,“What friends
in Bangladesh?”
“Just shut up and look pretty,”Marik retorted, “We gotta retrieve our wheels before we do
anything. The slut at the desk of the pig pen said it’s still parked on street we left it on.”
“How do you know she was a slut?” Ryou asked.
“Because I caught her checking out our asses when we were walking away.”
Malik laughed hard and tripped, falling to his knees in front of Bakura.
Bakura, being only a few paces behind Malik, didn’t have time to react, and fell on top of Malik
with a loud, “oof,” followed by an audible string of curses.
Marik narrowed his eyes and groaned. “Save the humping for later. We got a long fucking walk
ahead of us here,” he said dryly.
Bakura quickly crawled off Malik and stood up. “You little fool,” he snipped at Malik as he
continued walking.
Ryou stopped to help Malik up. “Are you alright?” he asked.
Malik took Ryou’s hand and pulled himself up off the cement. “Yeah, I’m good,” the Egyptian
smiled at his former very close friend.
They hadn’t spoken since the apartment fire. An awkward feeling came over them both.
They quickly released hands and caught up to Bakura and Marik.
“So how far away is your van?” Bakura asked.
Marik snickered and placed his hand shamelessly on Malik’s butt, “It’s on Riverview Drive.”
“You got caught making out on Riverview drive?” Ryou asked with a raised brow.
Marik chuckled and gave Malik’s ass a squeeze. “You know it,” he smirked as he slipped his
hand down the back of Malik’s pants.
“Oh for fucks’ sake,” Bakura grumbled as he looked sidelong at Marik and Malik.
“What?” Marik smirked as he continued groping Malik’s butt.
Bakura groaned and looked to Ryou by his side, “The things I suffer for you... good fucking
grief.”
Ryou bit his lower lip and continued walking along. “Any idea where we are going after we get
to your van?” he asked Marik.
Marik nodded his head. “Actually yeah; My buddy Snake is going to prison, so gave me the keys
to his cabin. He said Malik and I could live there until he gets out.”
“When does he get out?” Ryou asked curiously.
“Twenty years. He’s up for probation in five, but that doesn’t mean he’ll get out.”
“Holy hell, he must have done something very bad to get that much time,” Ryou gasp.
Marik shrugged his shoulders, “He was just stupid and got caught.”
“Well I suppose..” Ryou answered.
“Less talky, more walky,” Bakura snipped as he gave Ryou a slight push forward.
Ryou nodded his head and quickened his pace.

            The walk to the van took about an hour. By the time they reached their first destination,
Ryou was famished.
“Marik? Can we go through the drive thru at Taco Hell? I’m starving to death,” The brown eyed
young man asked politely as they all got in the van.
“OOH, yeah! I want a Nachos Grande!” Malik nodded eagerly from the passenger seat.
Marik shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, I don’t care, as long as Ryou’s catching the bill,” he
answered as he started up the van.
“I suppose I could,” Ryou replied.
“Light me up a smoke,” Marik said to Malik as he made a sharp U-turn in the middle of the
street, throwing Ryou and Bakura off balance.
“Settle down, man!” Bakura snapped as he picked himself up off the floor of the van.
Marik snickered evilly as he popped a cd into the cd deck. “You can suck my di--” he began.
“CINNAMON TWISTIES!” Malik blurted out before Marik could finish what he was going to
say.
Marik rolled his eyes to the side at Malik. “You should lick my Cinnamon Twisty”
Malik snickered as he reached over the center consul and unzipped his darker half’s pants. “You
mean this one?” he asked, reaching in and lightly touching his other half’s manhood.
Marik growled from deep in his throat and moaned, “Fuck yeah, baby... that’s the one.”
Ryou blinked his eyes as he stared at the Egyptian Molestation Fest in front of him.
Bakura quickly yanked Ryou back by the back of his pants. “You don’t need to watch that shit,”
he said sharply.

            After a quick stop at Taco Hell, the four continued on their way out of town.
Bakura had taken over the steering wheel and Ryou rode passenger.
            Marik and Malik were in the back of the van working off the food they’d just eaten... in
their own way.
Malik tilted his head back and moaned loudly. His eyes fluttered shut as he bucked his hips up
desperately. His long fingers intertwined with Marik’s as he lay pinned back to the tattered
mattress . “For..uh. ..uh,uhh ...Marik! Stick it...*gulp*..up there harder!”
“Hold it down back there!” Bakura snarled over the loud music.
Marik let go of Malik’s hand and covered his mouth, thus preventing any further noises from
escaping his other half. He gripped tightly onto the base of Malik’s shaft, allowing Malik both
pleasure and pain; mostly pain. His blood-shot eyes stayed focused on Malik’s facial expressions
as he continuously thrust deep inside him. He tightened his grip around Malik’s manhood, not
allowing his other half to cum.
Malik counter-thrusted Marik’s every move, his body trembling from the need to cum. He
whimpered needily through Marik’s fingers as his body absorbed each powerful pelvic thrust. He
couldn’t take any more. They had been at this for over 50 miles already, and his body was
screaming for release.
Marik, master of the ‘toy with them until they crack’ method of sex, had Malik hard enough to
pound a nail through wood. “Oh no... not yet,” Marik quietly growled as he pushed himself to
Malik’s hilt and held completely still. He grinned as he watched Malik’s face contort in pain.
Malik shook his head, freeing his mouth for a few seconds. “Gotta cum!” he cried out as Marik’s
hardness pulsed teasingly against his sensitive prostate.
Marik chuckled evilly as he brushed his thumb across Malik’s parted lips, “Will you promise to
be my slave for a week if I let you to cum?”
“I already am! All you do is boss me around anyway! Cum in me, Marik! Just let it go!” Malik
snarled as he tried rocking his body against Marik’s.
Marik pulled back very slowly, almost completely out. He swept his thumb across Malik’s
weeping tip, releasing a little pressure from the base, “Cross your heart, hope to die, stick a
needle in your eye?”
Malik grit his teeth and pumped up against Marik’s provoking touch. He had no other choice. “I
do...”
Marik pushed deep inside Malik and began grinding their hips together in a slow, torturous
manner. “Let your master see you cum,” he whispered in Malik’s ear, his own climax ready to
erupt.
Marik released Malik’s wrists. Their hot bronzed bodies slapped together frantically as their
orgasms simultaneously hit.
“Fuck...there’s so much of it,” Malik whimpered as stroked himself fast and hard.
Marik moaned and let out let out a low growl as watched his other half cum. Once he’d
emptied himself out, he collapsed breathless on top of Malik.
“Finally,” Bakura groaned from the front of the van.
Marik looked up with a big ‘I’m the fuck god’ smirk on his face. “Are you next?”
Bakura looked back at Marik with an evil smirk, “In your dreams.”
“Marik? Can you please get the fuck off of me?” Malik asked before Marik had time to say
anything more to Bakura.
Marik reached up into his spiky blond hair and pulled out a hidden cigarette. He snickered as he
crawled off Malik.
Ryou looked at Bakura as he sipped his soda through a straw, “You realize he’s insane, right?”
Bakura looked back thru the rear-view mirror and watched Marik unscrew the dome light and try
to light his cigarette in the empty socket. He turned to Ryou and shook his head, “You need to
stop making friends.”
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