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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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Feel Me

            “C’mon, Kura! We can’t miss this!” Yugi exclaimed as they left the bar area.
Bakura followed close behind Yugi up to the congested area around the brightly lit stage. It was
hard to make their way through the wild crowd, but Yugi somehow managed to squeak them
through. (Did he poke people in the eye with his hair? *blink*) The song Marik was giving it
rizz to was “The ABC’s of Kinky Sex” by the Lords of Acid. Hands were grabbing at him from
everywhere, and he shamelessly was throwing himself back at them.
{A is for Asphyxiation you won't catch your breath
B is for the Blindfold that keeps you dark as death
C is for your Cock which that I squish beneath my shoe, while I watch it wiggle and I laugh at
you (haha)
D is for my Dildo that you will learn to blow
E is for your Enema, I control the flow
F is for my Flogger, I whip you so violent}
Marik grinned when he saw Yugi enthusiastically jumping up waving money at him. He worked
his way over to the side of the stage to where Yugi and Bakura had ended up. “Hey! Having a
good time?” He smirked, not breaking his groove.
“YEAH! HAHA, NICE ASS!” Yugi laughed loudly as he reached up and slipped a folded bill
into the gold band around Marik’s right thigh.
{G is for the Gag in place to keep your screaming silent
H is for Humiliation that you must have beared
I will Immobilize you in my sexual lair
J is for your jizzy Jerking tendency
K for Kisses
L for loving Licks you offer me
M is for the Manacles imprisoning your feet}

“THANKS!” Marik laughed as he did a quick little shake just for Yugi. He noticed Bakura
calmly standing behind Yugi wearing a catty grin. “Stick around!” Marik winked as he grabbed
the pole in the center of the runway and swung around it. His song was almost over, so he had to
make it good. He blew Yugi and Bakura a kiss as he drove his spectators completely wild with
his lewd grinding and suggestive forward thrusts.
[N is for your Nellivental nembi be so sweet
O is for the O-Rings holding you in place
P is for the Perspiration dripping down your face
Q is for the Quork I use to whip your eager ass
R is for Restraints to make the magic last]
Yugi looked back at Bakura, wearing a big grin. “I never knew these places were so fun!” He
shouted.
Bakura smiled back and handed Yugi a couple dollars. “Have fun, I need another beer.” Before
Bakura could take off, Yugi grabbed his hand and pulled him back. “Marik said to stick around,
come on, stay here...with me? Please?” Yugi batted his eyelashes, looking as irresistible as
possible.
Bakura rolled his eyes. “Damn you, little brat. Fine, I’ll stay, but only for a little bit longer.”
Yugi squeezed Bakura’s hand and smiled. “Thank you.”
[S is for Sweet suffering that only you will know
T is for the Torment that keeps you on the go
U is for Unbridled lust that only i control as i claim for my own your body mind and soul
V is for the Vicious urge to struggle in vain while i tease and tantalize you and eroticise your
pain
W is where the Whiny woman walks
X is for excruciating X-rated talk
Y is you the Yo-Yo, I yank upon your string watch you yell and holler in all the pleasure that it
brings
Z is for the Zestfulness with which you will submit
Now I taught you every letter so remember all of it!]
Marik cracked his whip and smirked evilly as the song ended, but before leaving the stage, he
winked at Bakura and Yugi and pointed his finger directly at them. Yugi giggled as he waved
goodbye to Marik. It came as no big surprise when the crowd roared with applause and started
chanting Marik’s name.
The lights went down, hushing the crowd as the next dancer took to the darkened stage. The
deejay cued up, “I Sit on Acid,” another Lords of Acid song. (Marik picked ‘em out, okay?
*grin*) A circular light blue spot light hit center stage, revealing the Pharaoh’s dark silhouette.
{Darling, come here - fuck me up the re...}
He was holding onto the backrest of a wooden chair looking down. Yugi squealed at the top of
his lungs when Yami began to move erotically to the fast music.
Bakura just stared at Yami in disbelief. It felt a little odd. Okay, very odd. Seeing somebody who
once ran your country drunk off his ass, dancing provocatively around on a stage, is
just...strange.
Bakura watched Yami dance from the corner of his eye. He wanted to look away completely, but
something kept him watching.
Bathed in flashing lights, Yami straddled the chair and practically made love to the thing to the
rhythm of the music.
It made Bakura hot, whether he wanted to admit it or not. The former Pharaoh tugged at his
neck tie, loosening it as he swayed his hips suggestively.
“Isn’t he hot!?!” Yugi shouted back to Bakura, not taking his eyes off of his naughty yami.
Bakura rolled his eyes and grunted. “Get real.”
Yami’s half-clothed body glistened under the flashing lights as he fell backwards over the
backrest of the chair, doing a sort of slow motion back-flip. He spread his legs as he rolled over
the chair, landing on the stage doing the splits. (Authoress hands out the drool buckets)
Bakura’s jaw dropped. “Holy shit...” He said quietly as he watched Yami slide up into a
squatting position and pump his hips licentiously toward his drooling onlookers. (authoress takes a deeeep breath)

{I wanna sit on your face, sit on your face...I wanna sit on your face)
Bakura looked down at his crotch and made a sour face. The Pharaoh had never had this effect
on him before! What the hell? Why the hell now? Damn it all...

{Sit on your face, I wanna sit on your face... Sit on your face, I wanna sit on your face}
Yami got down on all fours and looked directly at Yugi, his crimson eyes clouded by alcohol and
lust. He crawled like a cat over to Yugi and reached for his hand.
Yugi reached for Yami’s extended hand, his eyes wide with curiosity.
Yami kissed Yugi’s hand and pulled him up onto the stage. He linked his fingers through the belt
front belt loops of Yugi’s jeans and ground their hips together. “Hello aibou” He grinned,
holding Yugi’s hips in his hands and guiding their movements.
Yugi blushed as Yami pumped up against him. “Hey Yami, uh...what are you doing?”
Yami grinned as he popped open the snap of Yugi’s jeans and pulled down the zipper. “I wanna
sit on your face.” He winked as he mouthed the words of the song to Yugi.
Bakura narrowed his eyes as Yami pulled Yugi’s jeans off and tossed them away. He’d seen
enough now. Before he saw more than he wanted to see, Bakura made his way away from the
stage and back up to the bar. “I’ll have another one of these,” He said, setting down his empty
bottle on the bar. “And a double shot of the strongest shit you got back there.” He added as he
tapped a cigarette out of his pack.
            Marik grinned wolfishly as he walked up to the bar and sided up to Bakura. “Hey sexy.”
He smirked, nudging Bakura’s arm with his elbow. “How was I tonight? Think I’ll win?” He
questioned as he sat in an open seat next to Bakura.
Bakura took a drink of his beer and shrugged his shoulders. “You weren’t bad, but I think your
little boy-toy, the Pharaoh, may have you upstaged.” He said, gesturing back with his thumb
toward the stage.
“Holy shit! Yami’s screwing Yugi’s face! That’s cheating!” Marik gasp as he watched Yami
fuck Yugi’s face on stage.
“I know” Bakura mumbled under his breath, casting a sour look towards the stage.
“Asshole!” He shouted, laughing as he turned his focus back to Bakura.
Bakura absently peeled the red, blue and silver label off his bottle of beer as Yami’s set ended.
He wondered if Yugi would be coming back to join him at the bar or if he was going to go screw
Yami in the changing room backstage. It didn’t matter really, Bakura knew there was more
between the two of them than just a soul. The were part of each other, just like he was part of
Ryou. Speaking of Ryou, where the hell was he anyway?
Bakura would get his answer very soon...

(Backstage)
“You ready, babe?” Malik grinned as he zipped up one of the shiny gold knee-high go-go boots
he was wearing.
Ryou fastened a studded black leather collar around his neck and grinned back. “As ready as I’ll
ever be. I can’t believe we’re going through with this.”
Malik looked himself over in the full-length mirror and sprayed his hair one more time. “Just
follow my lead and you’ll do fine, babe.” Malik set down the can of hair spray and picked up a
black eyeliner pencil. “C’mere, we need to enhance those sexy big, brown eyes of yours.”
(Back at the bar)
“So you’re telling me that Honda got his cock jammed in the bottle? Damn! That’s priceless!”
Marik laughed, taking a swig of his beer.
“Yeah, no shit. That’s going to be a hard act to follow up.” Bakura laughed, quickly sucking down another Snakebite. (It’s a kind of shot)
Marik finished off his beer and motioned for the bartended to get him another. “Oooh, check out
the stage; the last contestant is coming on.”
            “Was she hot, or what?” The deejay asked over the PA system.
The crowd cheered for the tall, blonde woman as she left the stage.
“Oh wow, can you believe there’s only one more act to go before we vote for our favorite dancer
tonight? I wonder if we’ve saved the best for last??? Hmmm....we’ll have to see!” The deejay
continued, cuing up the song.
The lights went down and two shadowy figures took center stage.
Malik stood facing Ryou, their eyes locked together, their hands joined. Their chosen song was
“Almost Paradise,” a duet between Mike Reno and Ann Wilson.
{I thought that dreams belonged to other men
'Cause each time I got close
They'd fall apart again}
The lights came up on the two hikari’s, illuminating them in a bright white light.
Ryou was dressed in a white peasant top, tied in a knot at his midriff. His shiny black vinyl pants
clung around his long legs in all the right places. The leather collar around his neck matched his
wrist bands, along with the leather biker cap on his head. His big brown eyes were lined in
black, giving them a bolder appearance. He stared into Malik’s lavender eyes, smiling as they
started to move.

{I feared my heart would beat in secrecy
I faced the nights alone
Oh, how could I have known
That all my life I only needed you?}
Malik gently traced a line along Ryou’s jaw with his finger, keeping their gaze fused without
falter. “I love you.” He whispered as he ran his fingers down Ryou’s chest, down to the knot in
his shirt. He was dressed in all white, with gold jewelry to accent his attire. His mocha skin
glistened from the oil he’d rubbed into his skin prior to taking the stage.
{Whoa...
Almost paradise
We're knockin' on heaven's door
Almost paradise
How could we ask for more?
I swear that I can see forever in your eyes
Paradise}
Ryou put his hands on Malik’s shoulders, returning his lover’s touch. “I love you too” He smiled
as he pressed their hips together, moving along to the music.
{It seems like perfect love's so hard to find
I'd almost given up
You must have read my mind}
“Holy shit Bakura, you’re not going to believe this!” Marik exclaimed, shaking Bakura’s arm.
“What now?!?” Bakura snarled turned around to look. His heart skipped a beat as his eyes fell on
the stage where Malik and Ryou were performing. “Oh...my...Ra, Ryou...”

{And all these dreams I saved for a rainy day
They're finally coming true
I'll share them all with you
'Cause now we hold the future in our hands}
Ryou and Malik captivated onlookers as they melted the stage with their passionate movements.
Their hearts were in their performance. The love they felt for each other radiated like rays of
light cutting through the darkness.
{Oooh..
Almost paradise
We're knockin' on heaven's door
Almost paradise
How could we ask for more?
I swear that I can see forever in your eyes
Paradise}
Malik loosely draped his arms around Ryou waist. He slowly lowered himself to his knees,
capturing the snap of Ryou’s pants between his teeth.
Ryou ran his hands down his chest, down to Malik’s skull, burying his fingers in Malik’s
creamy, blonde hair. He moaned softly as Malik ran his tongue over his stomach.
Malik slowly unzipped Ryou’s pants with his mouth, tugging the tight vinyl down Ryou’s
slender, milk white thighs.
{And in your arms salvation's not so far away
It's getting closer
Closer every day}
Ryou removed his pants, allowing Malik to help him. Malik caressed Ryou’s soft, luxurious heated
flesh with his fingertips, placing soft kisses on Ryou’s stomach.
Ryou lowered himself to his knees. He un-knotted his shirt and pulled it off. He used the shirt to
pull Malik closer, holding both sleeves.
Malik ran his hands down the front of Ryou’s body as Ryou brought their mouths together.
“Mmm, Ryou...so good.” Malik moaned as he tried to keep in mind that they were doing this in
front of a very large crowd.
Oblivious to everything but Malik, Ryou gradually managed to get his lover flat on his back. He
rocked their hips together, giving into his body’s strong desire for more contact.

{It's almost paradise
We're knockin' on heaven's door
Almost paradise
How could we ask for more?
I swear that I can see forever in your eyes
Paradise..}
Marik and Bakura watched their hikari’s perform, mesmerized by the intensity and passion
behind it. There was no denying the two shared something very special with each other.
“They’re amazing” Marik said as the song neared its end.
Bakura picked up his jaw and nodded his head. He could feel Ryou’s strong emotions filtering
through their link. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt...so intense.
{Whoa...
Almost paradise
We're knockin' on heaven's door
Almost paradise
How could we ask for more?
I swear that I can see forever in your eyes
Paradise...}
The lights went down, leaving the stage completely dark. The crowd was completely silent as
Malik and Ryou exited side stage. The deejay was the first to speak. “Is anybody else here at a
loss for words? Wow! That was unbelievable! Let’s give those boys a hand for that amazing
performance!”
The crowd went absolutely wild. The magic between Malik and Ryou was obvious to everybody.
“That’s all the contestants for tonight, we’ll announce the winners in 5 minutes. Anybody who
participated, please gather in the dressing room backstage.”
Marik took the final swallow of his beer and set the bottle down on the bar. “Well Kura, wish
me luck.” He grinned as he started to leave.
“Yeah, right.” Bakura laughed sarcastically as he tossed his cigarette on the floor and stomped it
out with the heel of his boot.
~*~*~
            Yami and Yugi relaxed together on a white leather sofa back in the dressing room. Right
after their performance, Yami had carried Yugi backstage and made hot, passionate, drunken
love to him in front of everybody.
“Great show tonight.” Yami smiled as he looked up at Yugi.
Yugi put his hand on Yami, who’s head resting on his lap. “Same to you, I especially liked the
last bit.”
Yami smiled up at his hikari. “Thank you for that.”
Yugi grinned as he studied his yami’s beautiful face. “Think we’ll win the competition?”
Marik laughed as he walked passed. “Don’t put money on it, Yugi. That prize money is all
mine!”
Yami looked back at Marik and smirked. “Your Pharaoh needs another beer, Ishtar.”
Marik stuck out his tongue. “Than my Pharaoh can get off his lazy ass and get himself one!”
“Ooooh! I’m so nervous! They’re announcing the winners now!” Malik said loud enough for
everyone to hear.
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Awwwwww.....wasn’t that sexy-sweet?? Man, Ryou and Malik.....UBER-HOTTTNESSS!
So who should win? I’m leaving this up to YOU GUYS. You can cast your vote in a much
appreciated review, m’k?
I’ll post the next chapter (which contains something very shocking) if ya’ll show me the love!
LOL
Peace out...

P.S. I highly encourage you to get your hands on the 3 songs in this chappie...*grin*

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