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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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Physical Fascination

            Ryou smiled brightly as he caught sight of Bakura sneaking backstage. “Hey, over here!”
He waved as he ran over to his yami, still wearing the sexy gear he’d sported on stage earlier -minus the leather biker cap. He was clutching a long neck bottle of Red-Eyes Lite beer in his
hand.
Bakura heard Ryou’s voice and looked over his shoulder. He stopped and turned completely
around as his hikari neared, holding the wall for support. He’d been drinking steady for a few
hours now -without stopping. Not only was he drunk as fuck, he was also horny as hell. After
watching naked people dancing all night long, he’d developed something that can only be
described as a ‘perma-boner.’ He was looking for Yugi, but now he had to deal with Ryou.
“What?” Bakura snapped harshly at his hikari.
Ryou had a few beers under his belt too, so he was a little tipsy. He somehow managed to trip
over thin air and fall onto Bakura. He giggled playfully, his face pressed against Bakura’s chest.
“Mmmm, you smell goooood...”
Bakura wrapped his arms around Ryou and held his close for a brief moment, breathing in the
fresh scent of his silky white hair. He felt a little awkward standing there holding his hikari in his
arms, but what else could he do really? Ryou was just hanging there like a limp rag-doll. “How
many of these have you had tonight?” Bakura asked, noticing the bottle of beer in Ryou’s hand.
“Uhhhpfffffftlikethirty...” Ryou slurred his words together into an almost non-understandable
jumble. He was beyond tipsy, he was totally trashed!
Bakura pried Ryou’s fingers off the bottle of beer and yanked it away. He pushed Ryou off his
chest and held him out at arms length. “Geesh, you’re fucking drunk off your ass, aren’t you?”
“Uhh....define drunk for me.” Ryou hiccupped, throwing himself forward onto his yami again,
nuzzling against his chest.
“Oh for the love of Ra, don’t do this, not now.” Bakura wasn’t quite sure what to do about his
drunk hikari hopelessly plastered to him. Shove him away? Lean him against the wall? Send him
to the Shadow Realm for a few hours to sober up? Bakura put his arm around Ryou, (who had
the hiccups very badly) and continued in the direction he was going prior to seeing him. (How
sweet of him! *snicker*) “You better not throw up on my shirt.” He groaned, walking them both
towards the dressing room.
“Nnngh.” Ryou grunted as he stumbled along side Bakura.
They met Malik as he walked out of the dressing room. “Hey, there you are, I was looking all
over for you! They’re about to..uh..Ryou? Are you alright?”
Bakura rolled his eyes and shoved Ryou at Malik. “He’s all yours.”
Malik narrowed his eyes and glared at Bakura. “Thanks.” He grumbled as he slung Ryou’s arm
around his shoulders, holding him up. “Hrrr..wake up, they’re about to announce tonight’s
winner.”
“Wha-hoo!” Ryou laughed, tripping over thin air again and falling against Malik, almost taking them both down.

            Bakura walked into the dressing room and spotted Yugi curled up on the leather sofa all
by himself resting quietly. Everybody else had cleared out, leaving them alone. Bakura set the
beer he’d snatched from Ryou down on a table and smirked. “Hey sleeping beauty, it’s time to
wake up.” He chuckled as he bopped Yugi over the head with a soft throw pillow.
Yugi sat up and yawned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Hey Bakura, what’s up?”
Bakura bounced onto the sofa and laid his head back on Yugi’s tiny lap. “You sure were on stage
tonight. The Pharaoh really had you going, didn’t he?”
Yugi shifted his eyes away and laughed nervously. “Sorta, I guess so. I kinda got caught up in the
moment, I didn’t expect for Yami to do what he did.”
Bakura reached up and traced Yugi’s jaw line with his finger. “You’re so cute when you’re
trying to justify your actions. You enjoyed what old Puzzle-Puss was doing, I could see it on your
face...literally.”
Yugi’s cheeks flushed red with embarrassment; Bakura was right. “Well...maybe I did, a little.
You’re not mad at me, are you?”
Bakura shook his head. “For what? It’s not like I’m your fucking boyfriend or anything.”
Yugi continued to look away, his glassing over as his mind wandered into La-La Land. “Yeah,
right, we’re just...lovers.”
Bakura sat up and chuckled. “Fuck buddies are the best kind, you know? Speaking of which,
wanna fuck?”
“Huh?” Yugi asked, shaking his head clear of his thoughts.
Bakura shifted his legs around and straddled Yugi’s lap, putting his hands on his shoulders. His
dark eyes flickering wickedly as he looked down at Yugi. “We’re all alone, let’s fuck.”
Yugi was hesitant to answer Bakura. After the hard-fucking he’d just gotten from Yami a short
time before, his ass was still stinging like hell, and he hadn’t gotten time to clean up yet. (Oh
ewe, that’s gross Yugi!) It would be obvious to Bakura he was getting sloppy-seconds. It just
didn’t seem like a very nice thing to be doing at this point in time. “Here? Ooh... I don’t know,
what if somebody walks in on us?” He said to bide himself some time.
Bakura narrowed his eyes. Yugi’s body language told him he was rejecting him. Instead of
making a fool of himself, Bakura cracked a grin and tapped Yugi on the nose. “Just kidding, I
know the Pharaoh fucked that sweet ass of your’s pretty hard before.”
Yugi looked down at the words on Bakura’s black Nine Inch Nails concert t-shirt and took a
deep breath. “How did you know?”
“I do now” Bakura winked as he crawled off Yugi’s lap and stood up. “If you decide you can
handle another fuck, I’ll be up at the bar.”
“Right” Yugi answered quietly, looking like he was feeling very torn up inside.
‘That ought to give him something to think about.’ Bakura chuckled to himself as he walked
back to the bar, just in time to see Ryou and Malik get presented with little gold trophies and the
prize money. From the looks of it, Ryou had gotten his second wind. He and Malik smiled
proudly as their picture was snapped.
            “I can’t believe it, I lost! What a crock of shit!” Marik snarled as he joined Bakura at the
bar.
Bakura snickered as he handed Marik a beer. “You came in second, that’s not entirely
bad.”
Marik made a sour face as he slammed his fist down on the bar. “Yeah, but so did the Pharaoh!”
Bakura shook his head and laughed as he turned to watch the people on the dance floor. “Quit
being a sore loser, Ishtar, at least you placed.”
Marik rolled his eyes and swallowed down half his beer in one gulp. “Yeah, whatever. Hey, you
wanna dance?”
Bakura chugged down the rest of his beer and shook his head. “Chh, right, I.Don’t.Dance.
Dancing is for idiots.”
Marik drank down the rest of his beer and grabbed Bakura’s hand. “I don’t care, you're dancing with me., c'mon.”
“Uh...NO.” Bakura replied sharply.
Marik wasn’t taking no for answer. He set his empty beer bottle down on the bar and proceeded
to yank Bakura out on the crowded dance floor. “Hey, look! It’s Ryou and Malik!” Marik
laughed, pointing at the cage suspended from the ceiling.
Bakura looked up at the two hikari’s dancing together in the cage. “Oh my...Are they fucking?”
Marik made a funny face and nodded his head as he started moving his sexy body to the beat of
“Boom, Boom, Boom (Let’s Go Back to My Room) by Paul Lekakis.
Bakura just stared half in shock at Ryou and Malik going at it wildly like two caged beasts. He
couldn’t believe his hikari had such a wild side! Granted, Ryou was shit-faced drunk, but still...
“C’mon Kura, loosen up! You’re as tight as a hikari’s ass tonight!” Marik laughed as he grabbed
Bakura by the hips and forced him to dance with him.
“Hrrrrr...” Bakura growled as he let Marik guide his hips.
{Boom boom boom
Let's go back to my room
So we can do it all night
And you can make me feel right
Boom boom boom
Let's go back to my room
So we can do it all night
And you can make me feel right}
“You know, we really should consider doing our radio show from here on Saturday nights.”
Marik suggested to Bakura as they danced together.
“Hn...maybe.” Bakura answered, looking down at the bulge burning in his pants. Why did
alcohol always have to make him so fucking horny?!?
Marik took notice of Bakura’s hard-on and smirked as he turned around and ground his tight
little Egyptian ass against Bakura’s little problem.
{To be or not to be
Don't you know I'd like a bite
Get to love you
Closer to you
You're driving me crazy
Crazy for you}
“You know thief, I know of a place backstage where we can take care of the little issue in your
jeans.” Marik winked, laying his head back on Bakura’s shoulder.
“Oh yeah?” Bakura smirked, “Than show me.” This was a win/win situation. He could get laid
AND get out of dancing.

            “These have to be fake, they’re just too perfect to be real.” Yami said dryly as he felt up
some girl’s un-godly huge tits on the dance floor.
“Yami!” Ryou laughed, slapping his hand over his eyes.
“Are you sure?” Malik asked, staring at the skanky girl’s bazooka boobs.
“Feel them for yourself.” Yami smirked.
Malik stepped forward, and using both hands, he groped the girl’s perky double-D rack. “Oh
wow, Ryou... you should buy yourself a set of these!”
“You guys are scaring me!” Ryou giggled.
Malik pulled his hands away from the girl’s ridiculously big set of monster boobies and turned
back to Ryou, laying his hands on Ryou’s chest. “Man boobs...Mmm...”
“Oh gods, MALIK!” Ryou laughed, swatting Malik’s hands away.
Yami laughed at the two hikari’s and turned to the girl, who was a regular dancer at the club,
and smiled. “Don’t mind them, they’re just drunk. Now where was I? Oh, yes....” Yami went
back to feeling the dancer up. “I still can’t believe these are real. Damn, they’re big enough to
have their own kingdom.”
            Yugi woke up from the little nap he’d taken on the sofa backstage. He looked up at the
clock on the wall and groaned. It was almost time for the club to close. He was too tired to get
up though, so he closed his eyes again. He suddenly had a strange feeling that told him he wasn’t
alone in the dressing room. There were strange noises coming from a nearby closet. Moaning,
screaming, growling, snarling...typical noises made by yami’s in the midst of wild passion. Yugi
listened closely, hearing Marik’s voice loud and clear.
“You don’t get fucked much, do ya Bakura? Gods you're tight! Rrrr!”
Yugi covered his head with the pillow Bakura had bopped him with earlier,
trying to drown out the sounds. No matter how hard he tried though, he couldn’t block the fuck
noises out. Bakura and Marik were screaming at the tops of their lungs.
“Harder! Fuck me HARDER, you BITCH!”
“Take it all, you low-life whore! You like that, don’t you?”
“Uh, Uh....Oh gods, almost there! Deeper, DEEPER! Fuck my ass, Ishtar, YESSSS!!! ”

            After all was said and done, they all met by the car in the parking lot. Everybody was
pretty well hammered, excepting Yugi; but Yugi was fast asleep again, cradled in Marik’s arms.
“Somebody has to drive, how else will we make it home?” Ryou said as leaned back on the car
door.
“I’m too fucked up to get behind the wheel.” Malik slurred, leaning back on Ryou.
“Oh shit ” Yami gasp. He clapped his hand over his mouth as he ran around the car.
“Don’t think he’ll be driving.” Bakura grumbled as the sounds of the Pharaoh retching up his
guts echoed through the empty parking lot.
“We could walk home.” Malik suggested.
“Are you carrying Yugi? He’s not as light as he looks.” Marik glared, “The fuck if we’re
walking, fool.”
“You don’t have to jump on me, geesh...chill out.” Malik replied, reaching for Ryou’s hand.
“C’mon Ryou, let’s get in the car.”
Marik cast an angry glare at Malik. “Care to rephrase that, wise ass?”
Bakura rolled his eyes and opened the driver side door. “Knock it off, you two. Fuck it, I’ll drive.
Just give me the keys and shut the hell up.”
Marik reached into Yugi’s pocket and pulled out the car keys. “Are you sure you’re okay to
drive?” He asked, handing Bakura the keys.
“Yeah, I’m great. Now get in and let’s fucking go already!” Bakura snarled as he stuck the key in
the ignition. A hard look swept across his face as he started the car. “You all may want to buckle
up.” He turned on the radio and cranked up “Getting Away with Murder” by Papa Roach as he
squawked the tires and tore out of the parking lot like a raped ape on crystal meth.

            “Five mailboxes, 3 parked cars, and 1 tree. That’s quite a take for the night, Tomb-Robber. Thanks for smashing up my new car too, you bone-brain.” Marik chuckled as he
stepped out of the car onto the front lawn of their apartment complex. “Damn, Ryou really needs
to teach you how to park.” The Egyptian said as he looked at the tree Bakura had hit.
Bakura turned off the car and got out to look over the damage. “I got us home in one piece
though, did I not?”
Marik sighed as he shook his head.
Ryou and Malik crawled out of the back driver’s side door and fell out onto the lawn.
“Must...crawl...bed...” Ryou drooled, trying to get to his feet.
“I can’t feel my legs!!” Malik gasp, grabbing frantically at Ryou’s legs, preventing the tomb-robber’s hikari from standing up.
“AH! Those are my nuts!” Ryou squawked as Malik (accidently?) grabbed him in the pouch.
Marik walked around the car to get a better look at Malik and Ryou flopping around on the lawn
like two drunk fish out of water. He nudged Bakura and flashed a little grin. “Ten bucks says
they don’t make it inside.”
“You’re on” Bakura chuckled, reaching for his cigarettes in his jacket pocket.
The front passenger side door opened and the Pharaoh fell out onto the dewy lawn. “I think I’m
going to be sick.” He groaned as he pulled himself up to his feet, using the car door to help him.
Marik walked around the car and reached out for the Pharaoh’s hand. “Take my hand, I’ll help
you upstairs.”
Bakura watched Marik grope the drunken Pharaoh all the way up to the front door of the
building. Marik’s intentions were obvious; he was only helping Yami inside so he could fuck
him. “Pathetic fool,” Bakura mumbled to himself as he looked in the car at Yugi sleeping
soundly in the front seat. “Time to wake up Yugi, we’re home.”
“Nnnn....too tired.” Yugi whined in protest.
Bakura rolled his eyes as he crawled in the car and scooped little Yugi into his arms. “Fine, I’ll
carry you up.” Bakura carried Yugi out of the car and kicked the door shut with his foot. He took
one last look at Malik and Ryou before heading towards the front door. Malik’s legs were
wrapped so tight around Ryou’s waist that it left Bakura to wonder how his hikari was still able
to breath.
“Oh gods, you’re so hot, baby...fuck me...” Malik moaned loudly while Ryou sucked on his
neck.
“It would be my pleasure.” Ryou answered, grinding his hips into Malik’s.
Bakura laughed at them as he brought Yugi upstairs. Boy, were they in for a rude awakening the
next day.

            Upon entering the apartment, Bakura found Marik in the living-room looking through
some cds. “Where’s the retard Pharaoh? I thought the two of you would be humping like jack
rabbits by now.”
Marik rolled his eyes and turned on the stereo. “He’s passed out in our room.”
“Ha! So sad.” Bakura laughed as he laid Yugi down on the sofa.
Yugi smiled contently as he snuggled the soft pillow under his head. “Night-night” He said softly
before falling back to sleep.
“Good night, little one.” Bakura smiled as he covered Yugi with a blanket.
Marik sighed loudly as the cd began to play. “Ah yeah, what a night. Did you have fun?”
Bakura lit up a cigarette and sat on the arm on the sofa near Yugi’s head. He listened to the song
Marik had turned on as he took a drag of his cigarette. It was one he’d never heard before. It was
nothing like the stuff they usually listened to, it was slow. The soothing guitar riffs of “Simple
Man” by Lynyrd Skynyrd seemed to have a mellowing effect on them both.
{Mama told me, when I was young
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say.
And if you do this
It will help you some sunny day.
Take your time... Don't live to fast,
Troubles will come and they will pass.
Go find a woman and you'll find love,
And don't forget son,
There is someone up above}
“I suppose I did. I thought about what you said earlier, about doing our show live from that club
on Saturday nights.”
“And?”
“I think it’s a good idea. We should do it.”
“Excellent, I’ll call the owner tomorrow and see what I can iron out with him.”
{And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?}
“Bum me a smoke?” Marik asked while taking off his gold jewelry.
“Uh...sure, I suppose.” Bakura answered him, handing him his pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
Marik tapped a cigarette out of the pack and placed it between his lips, looking out the front
window. “Ha, look at that. The sun’s coming up.”
Bakura looked out the window and sighed. “Yeah, I can see that.”
Marik lit up his cigarette and handed the pack back to Bakura. “Helluva night, eh? I haven’t
drank this much since the night you and I got in that big fight over at that bar Malik and I used to
live above. It’s been ages since we pulled off an all-nighter. We should do it again in the near future.”
Bakura smiled and nodded his head silently, watching the sun peeking out from under the
horizon.
{Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
All that you need is in your soul,
And you can do this if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.}
Marik took a seat on the sofa down by Yugi’s feet and tapped the growing ash at the end of his
cigarette into the ashtray on the coffee table. “You know Bakura, Malik and I are very grateful that
you and Ryou let us move in here with you both.”
Bakura cracked a half-smile and looked down at Yugi sleeping peacefully. “Thank Ryou, not
me.”
“Speaking of Ryou, do you think we should go outside and see if he and Malik have made it to
the front steps yet?”
Bakura chuckled as he leaned over and set his cigarette in the ashtray. He pulled out his wallet
and handed Marik a ten dollar bill. “Nah, they’re just fine.”
Marik chuckled softly as he listened to the music.
“Damn, I’m really wasted. The room is beginning to spin, I’d going to go crash for a few hours.”
Bakura yawned as he mashed out his cigarette in the ashtray.
“Alright. I’m going to stay up a while longer yet. I’ve got a lot going through my head right
now.” Marik answered him lazily, listening to the song.
“See you in the morning than.” Bakura nodded as he headed down the hall, taking off his shirt.
He made a quick pit stop in the bathroom, where he stripped off the rest of his clothes. After
taking a (very long) piss, he went to his room. Even though the night left him with many
questions in his head, he was too drunk to think up any answers to them now. He was too
wasted to even care. What a crazy fucking night it had been. Bakura fell onto his bed and closed
his eyes, listening to the rest of the song Marik had played as he passed out.
{Boy, don't you worry... you'll find yourself.
Follow your heart and nothing else.
And you can do this if you try.
All I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.}
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wOOt! Congrats Ryou and Malik! Thank you, all of you, who voted! Marik and Yami together
got as many votes as they did. ^_~
I’m very curious now...I really, really wonder what kind of aftermath will ensue in the morning.
Hmmm.....no doubt there will be a few hangovers. LOL. Oooh, hey, where did Marik say Yami
was passed out?? *evil grin*
P.S. I’ll be going over this chapter tonight to fix up and mistakes. I hate having to post this
before editing, but my hubby will be home soon and I REALLY need to finish the laundry. LOL

**8:00Pm central time- I think I'm done with the corrections now!^_^ I look forward to your responses!! *luvs u all bunches!*
Thank you for putting up with my recklessness. *snicker*
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