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Hellraisers	By : MarikIshtar77 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10808 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Unforgiven
            A waterpark was the last place Bakura wanted to be on this wet, and dreary Saturday
morning. He was thinking of hundreds of other things he could be doing that he would have
considered more enjoyable at the moment. One of them was sleeping, and another was licking
the frosting off every single cupcake he’d spotted Marik stuffing into his lunch. It wasn’t so
much that Bakura didn’t want to go to the waterpark, it was because it was with a bunch of
knuckleheads. He was the only person even remotely cool amongst the group! (Well, according
to him.) Bakura tossed his bag in the trunk of Yugi’s car and groaned. He was all set: all he had
to do was get in the car. He was stopped by the former pharaoh himself.
“Bakura” Yami said in a stern voice.
Bakura knew what Yami had to say couldn’t be good by the tone of voice he’d used.
“What” Bakura sighed as he closed the trunk.
Yami stood with his hand on his hip, and he didn’t look very happy.
“Stay away from Yugi” he said firmly.
Bakura almost fell over laughing!
“Excuse me? Say that again? Did you just tell me to stay away from Yugi?”
Yami narrowed his eyes and nodded.
“That’s exactly what I said, and don’t think I’m joking, because I’m NOT.”
Bakura covered his mouth with his hand and pretended to look scared.
“Like I’d be interested in that little puny runt.” he laughed as he walked away.
Yami turned to walk around the other side of the car, keeping his firey crimson eyes focused on
Bakura got in the opposite side of the car next to Marik and sat down.
“Everybody in?” Yugi smiled as he started his grandfather’s car.
“Not yet” Marik chuckled as he unzipped Yami’s jeans.
Bakura made a face and scooted as close to the door as he could. He covered his eyes with his
hand and fought the urge to throw up as Yugi started to drive.
            “Good morning! I’m glad to see so many of you here so early! WOW! We’re going to
wait a few more minutes just incase more of the group show up.” Kate, the wife of the youth
pastor, exclaimed.
Bakura leaned over and whispered into Ryou’s ear.
“Is this bitch cracked? She’s worse than Anzu! Why can’t I send these people to the Shadow
Realm again?”
Ryou playfully smacked Bakura’s arm.
“Oh yami, stop it!” he giggled.
“What?!?” Bakura smirked, knowing was wasn’t the one stopping him from sending people
shadows.
Bakura looked around to see what familiar faces had shown up so far. He spotted Honda and
Jonouchi sitting on the hood of Honda’s car talking. Anzu and Shizuka were standing amongst a
crowd of chatty girls, and to Bakura’s surprise, Mokuba Kaiba was with them.
“Hi Bakura” Yugi smiled as he set his bag down next to Bakura’s.
“Hey” Bakura nodded, looking around for Yami. The former pharaoh was nowhere to be seen
though, so Bakura let his guard down a little. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out
his cigarettes.
“So where’s your dick whipped yami at?” Bakura ask casually as he lit up.
Yugi held his hands up in front of himself and shrugged.
“No clue, he was here a few minutgo.&go.”
Ryou and Malik walked over, joining Yugi and Bakura. Ryou nudged Bakura’s arm.
“I don’t think you should be smoking in a church parking lot.”
Bakura looked at his lit cigarette and than at Ryou, and than at Malik.
“Why is that? Is their god going to throw a lightning bolt at me?”
Just as Bakura spoke his sentence, there came a menacing rumble of thunder from out of the sky.
“Pure coincidence” the former thief grumbled as he tossed his cigarette aside.
“It looks like everybody’s getting in the vans.” Malik pointed out, “I think it’s time to go”
“Yippie” Bakura scoffed sarcastically as he followed along.
Everybody piled into two separate vans. Even the church group seemed to have cliques. Half the
group (the ones Bakura didn’t know) rode in one van, while Bakura, Ryou, Malik, Yami, Marik,
Yugi, Jonouchi, Honda, Shizuka, Anzu and Mokuba rode in the other. Once everybody was
settled, the vans pulled out and started on their way to the waterpark.
            The four hour drive was horrible. Bakurded ded up sitting next to Yami in the furthest
seat to the back. To make matters worse, Marik was on Yami’s other side being his usual
perverted self. It was raining the whole way. Upon their arrival, the entire group was given wrist
bands to wear, showing that they had paid for full access to all the waterpark’s attractions. Once
they all had their wrist bands on, the group split up and headed into the locker rooms to change.
            Bakura quickly slipped into a pair of black swim shorts that he had borrowed from Ryou.
They were a little baggy on him, but they still worked. While he was putting on his sunscreen,
Bakura couldn’t help but notice Marik showing off for Yami. The fair haired Egyptian was
flaunting his skin tight almost see through white shorts infront of the former pharaoh. Yami
didn’t seem to mind at all. The shorts were so tight than there was nothing left for the
imagination.
“Jeez you two, get a room!” Jou snorted.
“Yeah, no kidding.” Honda chimed in.
Marik rolled his eyes as he slipped on a pair of hot pink mirrored sunglasses.
“You guys are just jealous you aren’t as perfect as I am.”
Jou tossed a shoe at Marik’s head.
“Get out of here, you’re making people sick.”
Marik reached out and caught the shoe in mid air. His lips twisted into an evil smirk as he
whipped the shoe back at Jou.
“Go play in oncoming traffic.”
The shoe would have hit Jou had he not ducked. Instead, the shoe flew past Jou and hit Yugi on
the nose.
“Yugi!” Yami exclaimed as he rushed to his hikari’s side. “Are you hurt?”
Yugi looked up at Yami and shook his head. Blood was trickling from both Yugi’s nostrils.
“Aibou.....come with me.”
Yami lead Yugi to a sink, where he wetted some paper towel and held it on Yugi’s nose.
Marik’s eye did it’s signature twitch that only happened when he grew angry. He glared at Yami
as he stalked over to Bakura.
“C’mon sexy, let’s go get wet.”
Bakura was startled by Marik yanking his arm, but followed the Egyptian out of the locker room
and into the waterpark.
“Fuckin’ Yami, I hate how he baby’s that little runt. I didn’t come back from the Shadow Realm
to play second to anyone.” Marik growled as they stepped into the smaller of the two wave pools
at the park. Bakura ignored Marik’s comment and walked further into the cool blue water.
“You know, if Yami was so damn sexy, I’d leave his scrawny ass.”
Bakura put his hand on his hip and turned around facing Marik. They both were in the water up
to their waists.
“Why are you telling me these things? You know I hate Yami. I always have and always will.”
“That’s because you never gave him a chance. When I finally found my way out of the Shadow
Realm, I saw the way the pharaoh had accepted Malik and treated him like a friend- even after
all the bullshit he and I had caused. I figured he can’t be that bad of a guy if he was willing to do
that. And you have to admit, Yami has a real rockin’ body.” Marik winked as he finished his
sentence, causing Bakura to roll his eyes.
“Yami and I will never get along, bottom line. His family is the reason my family was killed, and
for that I’ll never forgive him. Infact, If given the opportunity, I’d be more than willing to wrap
his skinny legs around his neck and suffocate him.”
Marik reached out and messed up Bakura’s hair playfully.
“You’re so bitter Bakura, I’m not surprised you were banned from Hell and sent back to this
mortal realm.”
A proud smile snuck across Bakura’s lips.
“Heh...I know, I’m the only being that ever existed who can say they were kicked out of Hell for
taking over.”
Marik put his arm around Bakura and laughed.
“You know what Bakura? You’re pretty damn cool.”
Suddenly a loud buzzer sounded, signaling the wave pool was about to get a little rough. Marik
grabbed Bakura’s hand.
“We’d best get to the side of the pool since we don’t have inner tubes. The waves get pretty
high.”
Bakura looked at their joined hands as Marik lead them to the side of the pool. He bit his lip as
Marik’s simple touch aroused him. He was glad his shorts were baggy now, because if they
weren’t, his embarrassment factor would be off the scale. He didn’t need everybody knowing
just holding Marik’s hand made him horny.
“Holy shit! This thing gets rough fast!” Marik shouted to Bakura over the noise of the waves
slapping down around them.
Bakura grinned at Marik as the wave pool got a bit crazy. They were at a water depth that was
only mildly turbulent, but they could see the people in the 8 foot water getting tossed around
wildly.
To the surprise of both Marik and Bakura, Yami was suddenly standing infront of them.
“You’re lucky you didn’t break Yugi’s nose, Marik.” Yami said firmly.
Marik rolled his eyes as he released Bakura’s hand and reached for Yami’s.
Bakura took a step back.
Yami moved in closer to Marik.
Marik pulled Yami into a heated kiss. “I didn’t mean for the shoe to hit your hikari, it was meant
for that wise ass Jonouchi. You know I’d never purposely try to hurt Yugi again, don’t you?”
Marik said in a deep, sexy tone of voice.
Yami nuzzled himself into Marik’s well-toned chest.
“I know, I just feel bad for Yugi.” the pharaoh said quietly. Marik tipped Yami’s chin up with
his finger and placed a soft kiss on the former pharaoh’s forehead. “I know” he smiled.
Bakura turned and started to walk away. A thought of kicking Yami in the face passed through
his mind as he headed out of the wave pool. On his way out he spotted Malik and Ryou. He tried
to look inconspicuous, but they recognized him anyway.
“Bakura!” Ryou shouted, waving his yami over. Bakura reluctantly walked over to his hikari.
“Hey Bakura” Malik smiled politely.
Bakura nodded back. “So what do you want?” he ask, not really sounding too enthusiastic.
“Yugi was looking for you.” Ryou grinned.
Bakura ran his fingers through his damp white hair and laughed.
“Oh.....yay” he snorted back sarcastically as he started walking away.
“Where are you going?” Ryou called out after him.
Bakura turned around with an evil smirk on his face. “I’m just going to look for a little fun.”
Malik turned to Ryou biting his bottom lip nervously. “That didn’t sound good.”
Ryou groaned loudly and put his hand on Malik’s shoulder. “No.....it didn’t.”
            Bakura wandered away from the first wave pool over to the concessions area. The
aromas of all sorts of different foods crept into his nostrils, reminding him he was hungry. He
spotted Jou buying a big pretzel over by one of the stands. Bakura looked around and realized
the blond was by himself.
“Hmm, maybe I can talk him into buying me something.” Bakura said to himself as he
approached.
“Hey” He grinned as he crossed his arms and shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
Jou turned around and started choking on his big pretzel.
“Damn! Why do you have to look so scary all the time!” Jou exclaimed after he was done
coughing.
Bakura chuckled lightly. “It’s a gift. Hey, can you buy me one of those?”
Jou looked around curiously. “One of what?”
Bakura rolled his eyes. Jou never was the sharpest knife in the drawer.
“One of those” Bakura pointed out, indicating the over-sized pretzel.
Jou nodded his head. “Oh, uh.....sure, okay......with cheese?”
Bakura licked his lips. One thing he’d learned in life was never turn down something offered to
you.
“Yes, with cheese” he replied, glancing up at the sky. It was still dark dreadreary, but it looked
like the clouds were starting to break up a little. Seconds later Jou handed him a pretzel and a
little plastic container with cheese. Bakura chuckled to himself. That was just too easy.
“I wish the rain would go away. It’s really screwing up the mood here.” Jou whined as they
walked over to a table.
Bakura sat across from Jou and was quick to tear off a section of the giant soft pretzel and dip it
in the warm, gooey cheese.
“Oh, hey, Yugi was looking for you.” Jou said with his mouth full of food.
“So?” Bakura answered between bites. Jou made a sour face.
“I was just telling you, jeez, you don’t have to be all snotty.”
Bakura shrugged his shoulders and continued eating. He didn’t really give a hoot that Yugi was
looking for him.
            After he’d finished eating, Bakura walked up to one of the nearby shops. The sun had
started to peek out from the behind the clouds, reminding Bakura he’d left his sunglasses at
home. Considering Ryou had all their money, Bakura only had one choice; steal a pair of
sunglasses. Being a thief in the 21^st century was a little more tricky than being one in ancient
Egypt, but Bakura was the true King of Thieves. He’d taught himself all the ways to get around
modern security devices, and had successfully “acquired” numerous high risk items; like his
guitar. Bakura smirked at himself in a mirror as he tried on the most expensive sunglasses on the
rack. They were perfect! The lenses were mirrored, and they fit perfectly on his face. He simply
had to have them. He looked around and spotted where each surveillance camera was, which
there were two. Bakura pretended to put the sunglasses back on the rack, but really kept them in
his hand. He nonchalantly slipped them into his shorts pocket and walked over to the t-shirt rack
under one of the cameras. While pretending to look at t-shirts, Bakura managed to jimmy off the
security device on the sunglasses. Just for shits and grins, he attached to one of the t-shirts,
which didn’t have security devices on them. He casually walked out of the store, sunglasses in
his pocket. Another successful acquisition!
            After wandering over to the other end of the vast waterpark, Bakura took out his “new”
sunglasses and put them on. The sun had finally found its way out and was warming things up.
Bakura sat down on one of the many beach chairs scattered around the park and relaxed. Going
on water rides wasn’t something that particularly excited him. He’d grown accustom to hanging
out by himself, so being alone was no big deal either. Besides, he had to get up way earlier than
he was used to, a nap was a welcomed thing! Bakura closed his eyes and let the warmth of the
sun ease him to sleep.
            Bakura was sure how long he’d been asleep, or if he’d even went to sleep, but he could
feel a shadow looming over him. His gut instincts kicked in and he quickly clenched his fists and
sat up.
“Jeez, what’s your damage?” Marik chuckled as he sat on a beach chair next to Bakura’s.
Bakura lifted his sunglasses off his nose and pushed them up onto his head.
“Sneaking up on me is not a good idea!
Marik shrugged his shoulders. Fine, next time I'll just tossed a bucket of ice water on you
before I say hello.
Bakura lowered his eyes and glared at the Egyptian yami. “Just shut up. What the hell do you
want?”
Marik laid back on him beach chair and groaned. “I want to bitch slap Yami into the next life,
that’s what I want. He’s still ragging on me about the little shoe incident.”
Bakura started to laugh.
“I don’t think that’s possible, I made sure of that.”
Marik sat up and pushed his own sunglasses up onto his head. His light blond hair looked almost
white in the noon sun. His tell-tale evil grin almost foretold what he was going to say.
“I still can’t believe you convinced the gods to ban the pharaoh from the afterlife.”
Yup. That’s what Bakura thought Marik was going to say. The former tomb robber smiled
proudly.
“It’s amazing what you can get when you’re the ruler of Hell. The gods wanted me out so bad
they did anything and everything I demanded.”
“News of you doing that was all over the Shadow Realm. That’s when I knew I had to get out of
there. If a skinny thing like you could take over Hell, there was no reason why I couldn’t fight
the shadows.” Marik replied with a grin.
Bakura sat up and slid his sunglasses back over his eyes. He couldn’t help but notice how sexy
Marik looked with the sun illuminating his perfect tan body. How Yami could resist fucking the
Egyptian was beyond the grave robber’s comprehension. Those long legs and smoldering indigo
eyes were just too hot to pass up!
“Hey, Bakura? Do you feel like sneaking out of this place for a while?”
A sly grin crept across Bakura’s lips.
“Sneak away? Okay, where to?” he ask eagerly.
Marik stood up and reached for Bakura’s hand.
“That’s one thing I like about you, Bakura. You’re always up for anything.” Bakura felt his
cheeks grow warm. Why did every compliment from Marik affect him this way?
“I could really go for something alcoholic, how about you?” Marik ask.
Bakura shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t care” he answered casually. Anything was better than
doing nothing, especially if it included defying authority
“I have a fake ID, c’mon, let’s go.”
            After changing back into their normal clothes, Bakura and Marik walked out without
being noticed. It almost seemed too easy. After buying some orange juice and two water bottles
at a regular grocery store, they walked over to the liquor store and bought a bottle of spiced rum
using Marik’s fake ID. Once they had everything they needed, they walked into an alley and
carefully mixed themselves their drinks in the water bottles. Bakura chuckled lightly as Marik
took a drink and made a face.
“Wow...that’s really strong.” Marik coughed, wiping off his chin.
Bakura casually sipped his drink, not wanting to look stupid and cough it up like Marik had.
“Not bad” he smirked, licking his lips.
Marik took another drink and grinned.
“You know Bakura, I bet I can drink mine faster than you can drink your’s”
Bakura was a little surprised by Marik’s challenge, but knew he was up for it.
“You’re on, Ishtar, bottoms up.”
            By the time they returned to the waterpark, both yami’s were blitzed out of their brains.
The somehow managed to change back into their swim shorts and make their way back out into
the park. Both of them staggered around, oblivious to the crimson and violet eyes watching them
from nearby.
“Let’s go on that thing” Marik laughed as they approached a ride called “Demon’s Plunge.” It
was a 150 foot tall water slide that dropped straight down. It was not for the faint of heart.
“Okay” Bakura laughed, not giving it much thought. The two of them walked into the line and
were handed foam mats to wrap around themselves for when they went down. Marik’s mat
looked brand new, while Bakura’s looked like a family of mice had attacked it. The ratty
condition of his mat made Bakura nervous, but he wasn’t going to let on that he felt any sort of
fear. After a brief wait, they finally made it to the front of the line. Marik was the first to go. The
blond let out a loud cheer as he plunged down the slide.
Bakura swallowed hard. The condition of his mat really bothered him. He had a bad feeling in
the pit of his stomach, but chose to ignore it.
“Ready?” The waterpark employee at the top of the slide ask Bakura.
Bakura gripped his mat tightly.
“Yes” he replied hesitantly as he closed his eyes.
The man gave Bakura a little push and the former grave robber started his rapid descent. He
knew he’d made a bad decision as soon as he started going downward. He slowly opened his
eyes. He was halfway down already. Suddenly, Bakura heard a noise that sent shivers up his
spine. It was a tearing noise. Bakura looked up and realized his mat had just ripped into two. The
friction from the mat ripping sent everything out of balance, and before Bakura could even
scream, he realized he wasn’t even on the slide anymore!
“Oh fuck” Bakura gasp as he fell through the air.
Next thing Bakura knew, he was standing at the bottom of the water slide.
His heart was racing at a million miles per hour, and his head felt light.
“Bakura! What the hell happened! Are you okay?” Marik exclaimed as he ran up to the white
haired yami.
Bakura wasn’t sure what to say. All he knew was that he had no clue how he made it to the
bottom of the slide without going splat on the concrete. One of the park attendents quickly ran
up to him. The man looked frantic.
“Sir, we’re very sorry about your mat! Please, come with us up to the offi-”
Bakura lowered his eyes and wrapped his arm around Marik’s waist.
“Just go to Hell, your ride sucks.” he snapped sharply as he started pulling Marik away.
After they were a safe distance away, Bakura stopped an looked for a place to sit.
Marik seemed more upset by what had happened than Bakura. He hadn’t let go of Bakura’s hand
since they left the water slide.
“So what happened? All I could see was that your mat ripped and you flew like 3 feet up in the
air off the slide! It was almost like somebody was trying to throw you off!” Marik frantically
explained.
Bakura tried to look tough and pretended like he wasn’t phased by the incident. After all, this
was Marik he was talking too. Marik was notorious for picking on anybody who seemed weak to
him.
“I thought it was fun. I knew I couldn’t die, so I just crossed my fingers I’d land back on the
slide and not on the concrete.” Bakura grinned.
Marik shook his head.
“Why didn’t you unleash the wrath of Bakura on them for giving you a bad mat? Why didn’t you
threaten to send them to the Shadow realm? Why did you just play it cool?”
Bakura rolled his eyes and laughed lightly at the anxious Egyptian.
“I’m half drunk, enough said.”
Marik squeezed the former tomb robber’s hand and got to his feet.
“You could have been hurt, severely infact. C’mon, let’s go on a ride a little less dangerous to
our health, like that one over there.”
Marik pointed to a water ride called Lazy River. All you did on the ride was float around on an
inner tube over a man-made river. It looked very relaxing, so Bakura agreed.
“Sure, the worst thing that can happen on that ride is we’ll fall asleep and forget to get off.”
Marik and Bakura didn’t even notice the two sets of eyes watching them as they boarded the
ride.
The two yami’s kicked back and relaxed as they floated down the “lazy river.” Marik rolled over
onto his stomach and propped his chin up with his hand. He looked up at Bakura and stared at
the former ruler of Hell.
“You know Bakura, you really are sexy.” he purred in a low voice.
Bakura opened his eyes and sat up, pushing his sunglasses back onto his head as he did.
“If I’m so sexy, why am I the only single person around?” he laughed.
Marik crawled onto Bakura lap, straddling his hips. He reached up and ran his finger along
Bakura’s lower lip. He moved in close to Bakura’s face and spoke softly into Bakura’s ear.
“I’ve always loved your lips.......they’re so...kissable.”
Bakura tried to wiggle away from Marik, but he really could go far, unless he felt like
swimming.
“Marik, come on, you’re drunk.” Bakura laughed nervously. He wanted Marik to kiss him, but
he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d regret it.
Marik pressed his lips against Bakura’s, nipping softly at the former grave robber’s lower lip.
Bakura moaned lightly as the Egyptian tortured him with his mouth. Bakura wanted to kiss
Marik back, but something inside his head kept telling him not to.
“Marik, please, don’t do this.” he protested.
Marik ignored Bakura’s request. He brought their kiss up a notch by slipping his tongue into
Bakura’s mouth. He ran his fingers through Bakura damp white mane, and ground his hips
against the tomb robber’s.
Bakura closed his eyes. He loved the way Marik’s lips and body felt against his, and he wanted
nothing more than to give in, but a nagging feeling that something wasn’t right weighed on his
heart. He knew he had to stop it. Bakura reluctantly gripped Marik’s shoulders and pushed him
away.
“Marik, this isn’t the place for this, besides, you’re really shitfaced. I know you mixed your
drink stronger than mine. C’mon now, let’s just enjoy the rest of this ride.”
Marik wiped his mouth off with his hand and laughed.
“Are you saying you didn’t like that?”
Bakura hesitated briefly before answering. He was feeling even more uncomfortable now than
he did when Marik was kissing him. He could feel his face grow hot.
“I-I.....Damn it, Ishtar, you have a boyfriend. Quit teasing me, okay?”
Marik started to laugh as he laid back with his hands behind his head.
“You’re so cute when you’re all worked up.”
Bakura turned his head and looked away. Either way he looked at the situation, he knew he’d
regret his choice. Neither yami spoke for the rest of the ride.
            Once their ride down the Lazy River ended, Marik and Bakura were shocked to find
Yami and Yugi standing near the exit. Yami didn’t look very happy either. His crimson eyes
burned with anger. Before Marik could even say a word, Yami grabbed his arm and pulled him
away, turning briefly to give Bakura a threatening glare.
Bakura rolled his eyes as he started walking away. It wasn’t like he’d done anything wrong, so
what did he care what the former pharaoh thought.
“Hey Bakura, wait up!” Yugi shouted.
Bakura stopped and turned around. Yugi quickly caught up to him. Bakura put his hands on his
hips and looked down at Yugi expectantly.
“What” Bakura said sharper than he’d anticipated. He was still a little upset over the kiss
incident with Marik.
Yugi stopped in front of Bakura and looked up at him nervously.
“Uh......I was going to ask you if you want to go on the bumper boats with me, but I can tell you
aren’t-”
“Yes, let’s go” Bakura interrupted. He needed to do something to get his mind off of Marik.
Yugi smiled brightly at Bakura. “Awesome!” he exclaimed as he lead Bakura away.
            Bakura spent the rest of the afternoon with Yugi. They went on numerous rides together,
ate lunch together, and even wandered to the far end of the waterpark where there were go-carts
and mini golfing. Bakura got them kicked out of the miniature golf course for hitting the balls at
the people on the go-carts, causing a somewhat serious five go-cart collision. Nobody was hurt,
but the attendants felt it would be best if Bakura never touched a golf club again. Bakura didn’t
care though, golf was for stiffs anyway. He was only doing it to get his mind off of the events
that happened earlier that day. Before they knew it, it was time to go back home. Bakura was
glad to say goodbye to the waterpark. The only good thing that happened was him getting a new
pair of sunglasses.
            The trip back home was quiet. The only people in the van were Bakura, Jonouchi,
Honda, Shizuka, Ryou, some girl named Cathy and her friend Tricia, and Marik. Only a half
hour into their trip home and everybody except Marik, Bakura and the driver of the van had
fallen asleep. Bakura sat quietly looking out the window, keeping to himself in the back seat.
The sun was just starting to set. The final rays of sunlight illuminated the clouds so that they
looked pink and purple. Bakura sighed as he watched the scenery go by. All he could think
about was getting home and hiding out in his bedroom. He’d had enough of socializing and
needed some Bakura time. Home was still over three hours away though. Suddenly, Bakura felt a
familiar hand on his thigh. He quickly turned his head.
“Marik! What the he-”
Marik held his index finger over Bakura’s lips..
“Now, now, Bakura, can’t say that word around these people.” He grinned.
Bakura bit his lip. His mind instantly flashed back to the kiss he and Marik had shared earlier
that day.
Marik gently squeezed Bakura’s thigh.
“I love how your body feels, it’s hard to keep my hands off of you.”
Bakura made a sour face and pushed Marik’s hand off of him.
“Not this again......Marik, Did you forget? You have Yami! If you wanted to get all touchy feely,
why didn’t you ride home with him?”
Marik shrugged his shoulders.
“I have my reasons. Look, I don’t want to talk about Yami right now. I’d like to do something
for you.”
Bakura cocked his head.
“Do what for me?” he ask curiously.
Bakura looked around the van, making sure nobody was looking, and took off his leather jacket.
“Here, put this on your lap.” he instructed Bakura.
Bakura looked at Marik suspiciously as he draped the jacket over his lap. “Now what?” he ask.
Marik licked his lips. He pretended to stretch his arms and yawn, than laid his head on Bakura’s
lap. Bakura wasn’t quite sure what Marik was up too, but it made him feel uneasy.
Marik reached under the jacket and started unzipping Bakura’s jeans.
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