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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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Chapter 4- Heavy Metal Shuffle

            Bakura sat slumped over on the sofa with his hands coving his face. A cigarette
smoldered in the ashtray on the coffee table infront of him. If it hadn’t been for Malik, his Nova,
his precious car, would not be lodged in a big snowbank across the road. This was just another
thing to add to his long list of things to get revenge on people for.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Bakura?” Yugi asked as he walked into the living-room with two
mugs of hot cocoa topped with whipped cream.
Bakura flopped back onto the backrest of the sofa and ran his fingers through his disheveled
hair. “I told you before, I am just fine. Quit smothering me with stupid questions now, okay?
I’m not in the mood to talk.” He snapped harshly.
Yugi set the mugs of steaming liquid down on the coffee table and sat next to Bakura. He folded
his hands in his lap as he stared down at his crisp white socks. He wanted to say something, but
was scared that any words he might say would trigger the thief’s temper. So instead of
conversing, Yugi just sat quietly.
Bakura got up off the sofa and limped over to the window, favoring his right leg. He looked
down out at the street below and sighed. “Yugi?”
Yugi looked up at Bakura while sipping some hot cocoa. “Yeah, Kura?”
Looking forlorn, Bakura continued to stare out the window as he pressed his fingers against the
glass. “I need to use your car tonight.”
Yugi set down his hot cocoa and smiled. “Sure, just uh.....be careful with it. Okay?”
Bakura rolled his eyes as he watched out the window. Malik was shoveling snow, Ryou and
Marik were pushing his car, and Yami was in the drivers seat trying to rock the vehicle out of
it’s icy resting place. “Don’t worry, I’ll bring it back in one piece. I just have to go across town.”
Yugi looked a little apprehensive as he got to get his keys. “You’re not going to do anything
illegal I hope.”
Bakura limped back over to the sofa and sat down. He picked up the mug of hot cocoa Yugi had
made for him and took a sip of its steaming contents. “Don’t worry about.”
Yugi walked back over by Bakura and handed him his car keys. “I hope you know how to drive a
stick shift.”
Bakura snatched the keys from Yugi’s hand and narrowed his eyes. “Of course I can drive a
stick, need me to prove it to you?”
A little smirk crossed Yugi lips. “There’s an idea now. Yes, please Bakura, ‘prove it’ to me
before you go...”
Bakura licked his lips as he set down his hot cocoa and placed the keys next to the warm mug.
“Very well.”
It was obvious what kind of proof Yugi was really looking for, and it had nothing to do with
cars. He was just horny and not being very discreet about it. The Thief King’s power to corrupt
was boundless. What a beautiful thing it was too......shattered innocence.
Yugi grinned as Bakura pulled him onto his lap facing each other. “Hey there.”
Bakura smirked malevolently as he slowly unbuttoned Yugi’s shirt. “You’re a dirty little hikari,
aren’t you, Yugi?”
Yugi breathed in and out deeply as Bakura ran his cold hands down the front of his bared chest.
Bakura’s long, snakey fingers feathered the warm flesh below.
“Maybe...M’hmm...” Yugi closed his eyes and shivered under his lover’s icy touch. “You’re
freezing cold, ‘Kura....” The little light laughed softly, placing his small hands over Bakura’s.
“Warm me up than, my little one.” Bakura answered Yugi suggestively, with a demonic glint in
his eyes.
Yugi guided Bakura’s hands up his chest and onto his shoulders, hinting silently to the thief that
he didn’t really need his shirt on to carry out the act they were about to indulge in.
The thief grinned slyly as he slipped the thin material over Yugi’s shoulders. He was quick to
latch his mouth onto Yugi’s delicate neck, sucking eagerly at it’s heavenly sweetness. Yugi tilted
his head off to the side and moaned softly as the thief ravished him with greedy love bites.
Bakura ran his hands down Yugi’s arms and squeezed his little wrists.
Yugi scrunched up his nose whimpered as Bakura sunk his teeth into his neck, causing blood to
flow from the surface wound.
“Kura....owe...” Yugi shivered as Bakura’s tongue flicked over the bleeding gash.
Bakura chuckled evilly and licked his blood-stained lips. He released Yugi’s wrists and put his
hands on his thighs. “I love when you do that, it so hot.”
Yugi reached up and touched the soar spot on his neck. He looked at his fingers and realized
they were covered with his blood, scaring him slightly.
Bakura just grinned as he took Yugi’s hand and brought the blood stained digits to his lips,
keeping his eyes focused on Yugi’s. “So dirty, yet so sweet......” He sighed as he sucked the red
substance from Yugi’s digits.
Yugi bit his lip as he gazed into the bewitching chocolate orbs staring back at him. He slowly
pulled his hand away from Bakura’s mouth once every last trace of his blood was gone.
Bakura watched on inquisitively as Yugi crawled off his lap and stood in front of him. He was
far from disappointed as he watched Yugi remove the rest of his clothing and toss it aside.
Yugi than crawled back onto his spot straddling Bakura, gently pushing the former thief
backwards and capturing his mouth in a passionate kiss.

            “Alright, one more time should do it. On three now......1.....2....3!” Marik shouted before
he and Ryou gave Bakura’s car one last good hard shove.
“Alright!” Malik exclaimed as Yami managed to finally free Bakura’s car out of the snowbank.
“Whoo! That was a fucker!” Marik laughed, watching Yami drive the car back into the parking
lot. Though it was dented up pretty badly, Bakura’s Nova was still drivible.
“I’m freezing my ass off, can we go inside now?” Malik griped as he leaned on the shovel stuck
in the snow in front of him.
“Sounds like a smashing idea, hot cocoa anyone?” Ryou smiled as he stuffed his cold hands in
his coat pockets.
“I’d be a fool to refuse your offer.” Marik chuckled as they started walking across the street.

            Yugi’s damp hair stuck to his flushed cheeks. Long red scratch marks left by Bakura’s
fingernails covered his back and thighs. Trickles of blood rained down his tiny form, but he
didn’t seem to notice. His petite body trembled with his pending release.
“Uhhh...‘Kura...oh...yeah, almost there...uh!” He panted heavily as he repeatedly impaled
himself onto the tomb-robber’s hard cock, gyrating his hips to add to the heated sensations
between them.
Bakura’s eyes were closed tightly. His cheeks were red and his muscular chest was glistening
with sweat. His entire lithe body was wrapped in a veil of unadulterated lust as Yugi rode him
hard. “Yes, Yugi....do it!” He thief growled as he let Yugi’s rock solid shaft slide through his
pre-cum covered hands.

            “Seriously?” Marik asked Malik as the ascended up the stairs.
Malik shrugged his shoulder and laughed. “Yeah, seriously! How Jou managed to it, I’ll never
know though.”
“I’m impressed. Bakura should give him a raise for doing the station a favor.” Yami mused as he
followed a few paces behind.
“I’m sure my yami will be extremely happy when he hears that Jounouchi talked Kaiba into
doing a live interview on the air.” Ryou smiled brightly as they reached the door to the
apartment.
“Speaking of Bakura, I hope that bastard didn’t eat all the cookies Yugi and I brought. I’m
starving after doing all that work.” Yami said as Ryou reached for the door knob.
Marik burst out laughing. “What!?! Excuse me, Pharaoh? You just sat on your pretty little ass!”
“Isn’t sitting on my ass my job?” Yami chuckled back.
Marik rolled his eyes. “Smart ass, just because all you did was sit on your ass in a past life, it
doesn’t mean you’re going to get away with it now. Those cookies are MINE!”
Yami flashed Marik a smug grin.
Marik reached over and swatted Yami’s butt. “Whatever, just don’t come crying to me when that
prime little ass of yours grows to unbelievable proportions.” Marik laughed as Ryou opened the
door.
All four men stopped dead in their tracks with their jaws dropped as they stepped inside.
“Do it Yugi , just like that....right there.....grrrr......FUCK YEAH!” Bakura growled loudly as
release shot violently into Yugi.
“BAKURA!” The Pharaoh’s light collapsed on top the thief, both of the completely out of
breath.
Marik pumped his fist in the air and started to laugh. “Yeah! Go Kura! WOOT!” The spiky
haired Egyptian cheered.
“Ick......this I do not need to see.” Yami groaned as he covered his eyes and turned away.
Ryou grabbed Malik’s hand and dragged him into their bedroom without saying a word.
Yugi’s eyes almost popped out of his head when he finally realized he and Bakura were no
longer alone. He literally jumped off of the thief’s lap, his cheeks sporting a new shade of red.
“Uhhh...Hi guys! Uhhh...bye guys!” Yugi said quickly as he grabbed his jeans off of the floor
and ran into the bathroom.
Bakura wiped the sweat beading up on his forehead off with the back of his hand and reached
for his pack of cigarettes on the coffee table. He smirked as he lit up, and at least had the
decency to grab a pillow to cover up with.
Marik laughed as he plopped down onto the sofa next to Bakura.
“Well score one for you, you lucky bastard. Next time, I think I’ll through the temper tantrum
and smash a car. Than I can make everybody push my car out of the snow while I’m up here
getting my rocks off.”
Bakura couldn’t resist. He had to wack Marik in the face with the pillow from on his lap. “Shut
up......moron.”
“Hold on.....You’re calling me a moron? Your car is all dented to shit, barely runs, and left all
sorts of colorful fluids behind in the snow. And you’re trying to say I’m a moron? ”
Bakura exhaled his cigarette smoke and groaned. “Just shut up. Your voice is beginning to get
on my nerves.”
Yami couldn’t resist taking a shot at Bakura. “Why is that, Bakura? Is it because Marik is telling
the truth?”
Bakura glared sharply at Yami as he set his cigarette down. “Just go fuck yourself, asshole
Pharaoh. Did I ask for any lip out of you?”
Yami stuck out his lower lip and exaggerated a hypocritical pout. “Is that anyway to talk to the
guy he just saved your ass? If it wasn’t for me mind crushing that guy who hit your car, you may
very well be in a world of trouble.”
Bakura stuck out his tongue at Yami and rolled his eyes. “Would you like a medal or a chest to
pin it on?” Bakura asked sarcastically as he reached for his jeans.
“I think I’ll just settle for a cookie.” Yami chuckled as he walked into the kitchen.
“Fucker” Bakura grumbled under his breath as he zipped up his jeans.
Marik kicked his feet up on the coffee table, glancing at Yugi’s keys next to Bakura’s pack of
smokes.“Going somewhere?”
Bakura nodded his head sharply as he pulled on his socks. “Yeah.”
“Where?”
“Out. Now fuck off.”
Marik rolled his eyes as he got up off the sofa. “I think somebody needs a nap.” He scoffed as he
headed for the kitchen.
            Ryou rested his head on Malik’s lap, staring upward at Malik’s worried face.
Malik ran his long fingers lightly down the side of Ryou’s soft face, looking down into his
somber brown eyes.
“Ryou, you look like an angel whose just had his wings clipped. I hate seeing you like this.”
A small, lopsided smile appeared on Ryou’s face as he reached up to touch Malik’s cheek. “I
guess I’m not being the best company tonight. I’m sorry, Malik. I’m just can’t seem to get
Bakura out of my head.”
Malik lightly brushed his thumb across Ryou’s bottom lip. He pulled his fingertips together as
he retracted his hand, tickling Ryou’s face with his touch. “You can’t keep dwelling on him like
this, Ryou. I starting to think he means more to you than I do.” He said in almost a whisper.
Ryou closed his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
Malik curled his arm behind Ryou’s neck and gently hoisted him up into the sitting position on
the bed next to him. He brushed Ryou’s bangs out of his eyes with the back of his hand and
focused back on the torment hiding behind brown eyes. “I think I may know a way to take your
mind off of him.” Malik leaned over and placed a soft kiss on Ryou’s slightly parted lips, barely
brushing them. He could feel Ryou’s warm breath against his face as he pulled his lips away.
Ryou smiled back at him weakly, his face still full of anguish. “Oh, Malik.” He said in almost a
whisper.
“Yes?” Malik asked softly, running his fingers through Ryou’s hair.
“Kiss me again?”
A small smile crossed Malik’s lips and he leaned over and brought their lips together. “Okay”
He answered against Ryou’s lips.
Ryou moaned softly as Malik’s mouth covered his own, providing Malik a perfect opportunity to
slip his tongue into Ryou’s warm cavern.
Ryou slowly fell backwards onto the bed, pulling Malik down with him by his shoulders. Their
tongues dueled for dominance as their hands roamed around each others bodies, exploring their
most private places. Their air began to grow thin. Their eyes clouded over with lust. Ryou gasp
loudly as Malik breathlessly retracted from the kiss and lightly dragged his teeth over Ryou’s
lower lip.
Malik propped himself up on his elbows and rocked his hips over Ryou’s, grinding their bodies
together in rhythm.
The friction was too much.
Their arousals throbbed against each other through their jeans.
Malik rolled off of Ryou and quickly started unbuckling his belt. He grinned as he felt Ryou’s
soft hand slip under his waistband and wrap around his manhood.
Ryou swirled tiny circles around the tip of Malik’s arousal with his thumb, making Malik work
faster to get his pants undone. He crawled up onto knees and assisted Malik with removing his
tight jeans. “I love you, Malik” Ryou smiled as he lowered his head.
Malik nodded his head as Ryou’s mouth covered the head of his shaft. “Nhhnn....I love you too,
Ryou.”

            “Hey, when did Bakura leave?” Marik asked Yami as they sat eating Christmas cookies.
Yami and shrugged his shoulders as he swallowed down the last bite of a frosted star-shaped
sugar cookie. “Bakura left? Hn, I guess didn’t notice.”
“Hmm, okay.” Marik mused as he licked some bright red colored icing off his fingers.
Yami suddenly stopped eating and looked around the room curiously. “Is my aibou still in the
bathroom?”
Marik shrugged his shoulders as he bit the head off of a gingerbread boy.
Yami got up out of his chair and took a drink of milk to wash down the cookies he’d just had. “I
need to go check.” He said as he wiped his mouth with a napkin and took off toward the
bathroom.
“Whatever.” Marik answered him as he got up. “I’ll be in by Malik and Ryou if you need me.”

            Malik arched his back and gasp as Ryou nipped lightly on his inner thigh.
Ryou giggled playfully as he kissed his way up to Malik’s glistening arousal. He ran his
fingertips lightly down Malik’s firm stomach as he licked up the Egyptian’s throbbing shaft.
Malik buried his fingers in his hair and moaned loudly.
....just as Marik walked into the room. Marik grinned as he stood in the doorway with his hands
on his hips. “Uh..knock-knock?”
Malik and Ryou both looked up,their eyes as big as saucers and their cheeks bright red.
“I guess we should have locked the door, eh?” Malik remarked as he propped himself up onto
his elbows. “What’s up?”
Marik walked in and belly-flopped onto the bed next to Malik.
“Yami’s probably going to fuck Yugi, and Bakura left, so I figured I’d come and annoy the next
best thing.”
Ryou grabbed a blanket that had been kicked onto the floor and pulled it over his head,
continuing his oral assault on Malik’s weeping manhood.
Malik bit his lip and grunted from Ryou’s unseen actions under the blanket.“Uhhh...now-s...s..n-not....a.good....time..Mar..rik.”
Ryou picked his head up for a minute and looked curiously at Marik.
“Bakura.....left? Where did he go?”
Marik watched Malik’s muscular chest rise and fall with every short breath he was taking. He
couldn’t deny he had been blessed by the gods to end up being born of such a hot piece of eye
candy. “Huh?” He asked, only hearing a few of Ryou’s words.
Ryou chuckled as he licked Malik’s hard shaft, making it twitch under his tongue. “Just forget
it...it was nothing.”
Marik smirked as he shifted onto his side, watching Malik’s every move. “Mind if I watch?” He
asked, observing Ryou go back down on his other half.
Malik looked a little apprehensive, his bottom lip trembled slightly as he hesitated to answer.
“Well...uh.......I don’t think..Ryou’s kinda....you know....it’s just not-”
“Come on now, it’s not like it would hurt anything. You two just look so hot together.” Marik
protested as he rubbed the swollen bulge in his pants.
Ryou looked at Marik and smiled at the desperate counterpart to his lover’s soul. “You are so
different from my yami.”
Marik grinned, taking pride in Ryou’s remark. He was surprised when he looked at Malik and
saw a scowl on his face. “What’s the matter, Malik? Not so fond of Bakura?” He chuckled,
noticing that the mention of Bakura’s name seemed to agitate him.
Malik closed his eyes and groaned. “Fine. You can watch us, just don’t bring him up again.”
Before Marik could respond, they were disrupted by Yugi and Yami laughing in the hall. Marik
quickly hopped off the bed went to the door. “Oops, I guess I forgot to shut that when I came in.”
Malik moaned loudly as Ryou sucked his entire length into his mouth. “OH RA! GODS! RYOU!
Fuck me, please!”
Marik’s eyes widened as he watched Ryou deep throat Malik again. “Fuck, I need my camera for
this!” He drooled as he ran out of the bedroom to get his video camera. By the time he returned
with his new camera in hand, Ryou and Malik were 69ing each other and didn’t even bother
acknowledging Marik’s return. Marik pressed the red ‘record’ button and set the camera down
on Ryou’s computer desk aimed at the hot couple on the bed. He unzipped his pants and reached
inside, wrapping his hand around the swollen muscle restricted within. “Uh, guys?” Marik
grinned as he crawled onto the bed.
Ryou and Malik grunted, acknowledging Marik’s presence.
Marik reached over and ran his fingertips down Malik’s slender mocha thigh, which was
wrapped around Ryou’s shoulder. “Let me join you both.”
Ryou picked his head up, a big grin was plastered onto his flushed face. He wrapped his hands
around Malik’s cock and stroked the rigid muscle slowly. “I’m game if Malik is.”
“WHAT!?! You’re not serious, are you Ryou? Marik is like...fucking insane in bed!” Malik
shrieked.
Ryou crawled over into Marik’s lap and grinned as he looked into Marik’s insane eyes. “I’ll try
anything once.”
Marik narrowed his eyes evilly as he grabbed Ryou’s hair and yanked him into a searing kiss.
Malik was shocked to see Ryou returning Marik’s kiss will equal intensity. “Oh well, I might as
well make this interesting.” He grumbled as he crawled behind Ryou and pushed him and Marik
down onto the bed.
Marik chuckled as he reached around Ryou and grabbed hold of Malik’s hard-on, stroking it
briskly.
Malik moaned softly from his darker half’s touch. He grabbed a tube of KY-Jelly laying on the
table next to the bed and squirted a generous amount onto his fingers.
Ryou writhed and moaned between the two hot Egyptians pressed against him.
Malik pressed two lubed fingers deep into Ryou’s back entrance, causing Ryou to squirm against
Marik.
Marik bucked up, pressing Ryou even tighter between him and Malik. He threw his head back
and growled loudly as the friction between his and Ryou’s body overwhelmed him.
            Bakura turned off the radio as he parked Yugi’s car next to his sad looking Nova. He
grabbed a couple packs of new cigarettes off the passenger seat before getting out at heading up
to his apartment. He found Yami and Yugi curled up contently sleeping on the sofa together,
Yami’s arms wrapped protectively around his hikari. After putting his packs of cigarettes in the
freezer, he walked over to Yami and Yugi and frowned as he covered their skinny naked bodies up entirely with a
blanket. “Stupid Pharaoh” He grumbled as he dropped Yugi’s car keys on the coffee table
headed to his room.
“OH GODS! Malik! Harder! Harder! HARDER!” He heard Ryou cry out at the top of his lungs
as he passed his hikari’s bedroom.
“I can’t take it! MARIK! AHH!” Malik choked breathlessly.
Bakura stopped dead in his tracks. “Huh? Marik? What the fuck?” He asked himself as he
reached for the door knob. Bakura opened Ryou’s bedroom door and quietly peeked inside. He
found Ryou at the bottom of an Egyptian fuck-pile breathlessly moaning Marik and Malik’s
names. Malik was in the middle fucking Ryou like a dog in heat, and Marik on top of them both
fucking Malik senseless and stroking Ryou’s shaft simultaneously. Bakura quickly closed the
door and went to his room. “Fucking Pharaoh, fucking Marik, fucking EVERYTHING! GAH!”
He growled as he punched a hole in the wall.
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So sorry it took a couple weeks to update! I’ve been totally focused on perfecting “Vices” and
had to put this and Carved in Stone on the back burner for a bit. No fear now, I should have at
least one or two updates a week from here on out. (Even though I have a Kaiba x ? x ? one shot
in the works! *wink wink*)
Ok, now after you leave me a review here, go read Vices. It’s really good, damn it. Review it
too, pwetty pwease?
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