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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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On to Zion

            Bakura licked his dry lips and yawned as he began waking up. Yuck, his mouth tasted
like shit. He definitely needed to brush his teeth. His head was throbbing horribly, it hurt to even
think. It just didn’t seem fair. Just a few hours before he was feeling awesomely buzzed, now he
felt like a bag of reconstituted camel shit. He laid still for a few moments, letting himself wake
up. As the fog cleared from his head, he felt a warm naked body cuddling up behind him; one
slender leg resting over his own, a face buried in his hair. Even though he didn’t feel like
moving, Bakura reached down and rested his hand on the person’s thigh, hoping it would give
him an inkling as to who it was.
The person made a quiet noise and draped their arm around Bakura’s shoulder, pulling their
bodies even closer together.
Bakura froze. Whoever was snuggling him had a serious hard-on. Who the hell was it? It
definitely wasn’t Marik; Marik wasn’t a snuggler. He was able to rule out it being Malik next to
him, since he and Malik were not on particularly good terms at this point in time. Maybe it was
Ryou? Bakura opened his mind link for a brief moment to see.
//...................//
Nope, not Ryou. From the feel of it, Ryou wasn’t even home. Hmmm...
Wait, maybe it was Yugi? Bakura remembered carrying his small tri-haired ‘fuck buddy’ in the
apartment the night before, but he couldn’t remember much else. It felt like Yugi’s body
pressing against his, but hold on; could it be...the Pharaoh? Ra forbid that! Yami couldn’t be in
his bed, could he? Bakura slowly opened one eye and looked at his alarm clock. It was already
well after 1 pm. He knew he had to get up, even though he didn’t really feel like it. Things were
not going to get done by themself, so Bakura forced himself to open his other eye. He gently
shook the person who was laying next to him. “Hey, get off me.” He croaked in a dry voice. His
vocal chords were always so dry after a good night of heavy drinking, what a bitch!
“Unnnnn...” The person groaned reluctantly, snuggling Bakura even closer, their hard-on pressed
right between Bakura’s butt cheeks.
Bakura felt a tickle in his chest and began to cough, making his head pound even worse. His
lungs felt raw from all the damn cigarettes he’d chain smoked the night before. Ra-damn cancer
sticks...
“Need coffee...” He groaned hoarsely as he tried to wiggle away from the person next to him.
“Yugi..” The person moaned as Bakura pulled away.
Yugi wouldn’t be saying his own name in his sleep, holy shit, it really was the Pharaoh
canoodling him! Oh Ra, no fricken way!
“Pharaoh!” Bakura shrieked as the realization set in.
“What? Huh?! AHH! Bakura!” Yami gasp, pulling away quickly, covering his naked body with the
bed sheet.
“Say cheese!” Marik laughed as he snapped a picture using a Polaroid camera.
Bakura and Yami scrambled to get away from each other, but only got twisted up in the bed
sheets, causing them both to fall out of bed onto the floor.
Marik ran out of Bakura’s room laughing like a maniac.
“I think I’m going to be sick.” Yami gagged, grabbing for Bakura’s waste paper basket next to
the bed.
“I demand this goddamn room stop spinning!” Bakura yelled as he fought furiously with the
twisted bed sheet.
“Bakura?” Yami asked after he’d finished puking.
“Yeah?”
“Was I dreaming, or was Marik just in here with a camera?”
Bakura clapped his hand on his aching head and groaned. “Shit, MARRRRRRIK! You bastard!”
After a few minutes, both yami’s managed to rally up enough strength to get up off the floor.
“Whoa...shit,” Bakura gasped as he began to fall forward toward the bed. He braced his arms
against the mattress to stop his fall. “Fucking headspins...”
Yami wrapped his arms around his stomach and fell on the bed. “I can’t move.” He said with his
face pressed against the messed up sheets. “Bakura?”
“Huh?” Bakura yawned sleepily.
“Kill me, please.” Yami begged, squeezing his eyes closed.
Bakura would’ve jumped at the chance any other time, but it seemed as if the Pharaoh was
feeling even worse than he was. Why ruin a good thing by putting him out of his misery? “Do it
yourself.” He smirked as he (very) slowly felt his way down to the foot of his bed.
Yami clenched his fists tightly and picked his head up off the bed. He didn’t look very good at
all. He had dark shadows under his blood-shot eyes, which he could barely keep open. His face
was pale, and his tri-colored hair was twisting every which way possible. “Help me to the
bathroom or I’m throwing up on your lovely satin sheets.”
Bakura leered evilly at the hungover Pharaoh. “Maybe I will kill you after-all, dickhead.” He
growled as he lunged forward clumsily and wrapped his hands around the Pharaoh’s neck.
“BAKUUUUURAAAA! PHOOOONE CAAAALL!” Marik yelled from the living-room, before
Bakura could carry out his threat entirely.
Yami choked for air as Bakura released his grip around his neck. “You’re death will have to wait
a minute.” Bakura pushed the Pharaoh onto the bed and turned to go take his phone call. “Throw
up on my bed and I’ll rub your face in it before I kill you, got that?”

            Malik stared blankly at the computer screen beside him. He clicked a link leading to
another porn site and sighed loudly as he listened to Ryou talking on the phone.
“Yes, I’m alive, but barely. I don’t think I’ll be going out drinking again anytime soon. Listen
yami, I need you to do me a favor.”
“Blah, blah, blah...” Malik grumbled under his breath as he navigated around the porn site. He
reached for a bottle of water sitting next to the computer screen and took a drink.
“You will? Thank you so much! You’re the best!” Ryou exclaimed, absently tapping his pencil
on the soundboard.
Malik rolled his eyes as he clicked onto another screen. “Hello, Ryou, your boyfriend could use
some love too here...geesh.”

            “Yami?” Yugi asked gingerly as walked in the bedroom. He stood at the side of the bed
looking down at Yami. He was wearing a red t-shirt he’d borrowed from Marik, which was at
least five sizes too big for him. He was practically drowning in it.
Yami opened his eyes and slowly pushed himself up with his arms. He looked up at Yugi and
smiled. “Aibou.”
Yugi sat on the edge of the bed and looked at his sickly yami, his eyes full of concern. “You
don’t look so good today.”
Yami looked down into Yugi’s sparkling violet eyes and smiled. “I just need a little more sleep.”
Yami chuckled softly as he reached over and touched Yugi’s cheek. “I hope I didn’t embarrass
you too much last night.”
Yugi nuzzled his cheek against the warmth of Yami’s hand, kissing his palm. “Not enough to
scare me away,” Yugi crawled on the bed between Yami’s legs and looked up into his tired eyes.
“But you did freak me out a little when you made me give you head on stage.”
Yami’s eyes got huge and his jaw dropped. “I did WHAT!?!”
Yugi giggled as he crawled closer Yami. “You were all over me! Right in front of Bakura too! I
think you pissed him off.”
Yami fell back onto a pillow and sighed. “No wonder he was so eager to kill me. Damn, I’m
very sorry, aibou. I swear I’ll never drink again.”
“Yes you will, that’s just your hangover talking.” Yugi giggled as he leaned over and kissed
Yami on the lips.
Yami closed his eyes, letting Yugi have control of their mouths. He moaned softly as Yugi
pulled away and hopped off the bed.
“Uh...I think you need to brush your teeth, yucky!”
Yami sniffed the air and made a sour face. “I think I need a bath too.”
Yugi grinned as he yanked Yami off the bed and out of the room. “To the bathroom!” He
giggled, dragging drunken Yami behind him.
            Malik glanced up at the clock, giving it an evil scowl. “Uh, Ryou, don’t you think it’s
time to get off of the telephone? I’m sure there are listeners trying to get through with
requests...or whatever.”
Ryou made a face at Malik and continued his conversation with his yami, ignoring his lover’s
request.
Malik frowned as he got up out of his chair. “You run the show for a few minutes, blabber
mouth, I need to take a piss.”
Ryou nodded his head at Malik, gesturing with his hand to acknowledge what Malik had said to
him as he kept on talking to Bakura. “I’m serious! You’ll have to see it when you get here!”
“Hrrr....” Malik growled as he walked toward the door.

            Yugi squeezed an ample amount of the creamy vanilla scented conditioner into the palm
of his hand, than set the bottle on the floor next to him. He scrunched up his nose and grinned
playfully as he leaned over the edge of the tub and wrapped his hand around Yami’s soft
manhood, coating his entire length with the silky smooth cream.
Yami closed his eyes and sighed as his hikari’s hand slid up and down his shaft, rhythmically
pumping the soft, pink flesh. “Feels so good...aibou.” He moaned as he sank down in the water
up to his neck.
“You like that?” Yugi asked, admiring Yami’s growing erection in his hand.
Yami nodded his head. “M’hm...”
Using his other hand, Yugi reached over and tenderly traced a circle around Yami’s nipple,
causing it to perk up.
“I love you, Yugi.” Yami whispered softly, thrusting up into Yugi’s slick hand, causing small
waves to splash around his body.
“I know,” Yugi smiled, giving Yami’s nipple a quick, but gentle pinch.
Yami breathed in deeply, inhaling the sweet vanilla scent. “My Zion...my aibou...” He panted,
his body writhing helplessly under Yugi’s firm and loving hands.
Yugi bit his lower lip as he looked down at Yami’s wet body. Such perfection...a divine creation
formed by the loving hands of Amun-Ra himself. Yugi rose up to his feet, not taking his hands
off of Yami. He leaned over the side of the bathtub and placed a soft kiss on his yami’s wet
chest.
The former Pharaoh reached up and wrapped his arms around his light, pulling him into the tub
of warm water, causing water to splash around their bodies and out onto the floor.
Yugi looked into Yami’s half-closed eyes and giggled. “Why did you do that?” He asked,
straddling Yami’s hips, droplets of water dripping from his blonde bangs.
Yami picked his head up, water dripping from his drenched locks, his crimson eyes burning with
desire. “Because I need you, aibou. I need you to show me you love me.”
Yugi placed his wet hands on Yami’s flat stomach, sliding them up slowly, guiding them up to
Yami’s face. He cupped Yami’s cheeks in his hands, brushing over the Pharaoh’s lower lip with
his thumbs. He looked down into the loving ruby orbs staring curiously up at him. “I can show
much more, Yami.” He whispered softly as he lowered his face and brought their lips together.
            “You stupid dick, Ishtar! Quit fooling around! I’m on the fucking phone, for christ-sake!
Get the fuck off me!” Bakura snarled, holding his hand over the telephone, swatting at Marik
with the other.
Marik snickered playfully as he continued groping Bakura’s unclothed body. “You wish,” He
laughed as he shifted around on the sofa, making himself more comfortable.
Bakura glared evilly at Marik as he took his hand off the phone.“I’ll be there in a few minutes,
alright Ryou? I just need to get dressed and break an Ishtar’s hands before I head out.”
Marik narrowed his eyes and reached between Bakura’s legs, grabbing hold of his growing
erection. “Again, you wish.” He smirked, leaning over and lightly licking Bakura’s earlobe.
“RA DAMN YOU! Get the hell away from me, you freak!” Bakura growled, jerking his head
away. “No, I wasn’t talking to you! Gah, fucking shit! I gotta go, Ryou. Marik needs to die.”
Marik scrunched up his nose and grinned at Bakura, grabbing the phone away from him.
“Bakura might be a little late, he’s a little crabby and needs a good hard fucking before I let him
out the door.” He said into the receiver as he fought with Bakura trying to grab the phone away.
“DIE!!!” Bakura snarled evilly as he yanked the phone away from Marik and whacked him over
the back with it.
Marik didn’t seem phased by the phone hitting him. The phone fell to the floor, the lithium
battery falling out and disconnecting the call. He laughed as he pounced on Bakura, holding him
down by his wrists and sitting on him, completely immobilizing the bitchy thief, ignoring the curses and death threats. “Grrr, I see you want it rough? I think I can manage that.”
“NO! Get off of me! NOW!” Bakura yelled as he struggled to get away.
“Heh...dream on, sweet cheeks.” Marik chuckled as he lowered his head and sucked on the nape
of Bakura’s neck.
“RAPE! RAPE!” Bakura shouted at the top of his lungs, still struggling furiously under the
forceful Egyptian.
This was all a game to Marik, and Bakura wasn’t going to win. “You’re screams are like sweet
music to my ears.” Marik laughed as he nipped at Bakura’s neck, leaving a red mark on the
creamy, white flesh.
Bakura squeezed his eyes shut and moaned loudly, his erection growing with every bite from the
domineering Egyptian. “I..mean..it..get off..” He whimpered, his body melting under Marik’s
forcefulness.
“I don’t want to, so shut up and give in, you big puss.” Marik snickered as he felt Bakura’s
manhood grow hard between their bodies.
“I am not a puss!” Bakura retorted harshly, arching his hips upward, pressing his hard-on against
Marik’s stomach.
“Quit your fussing and kiss me.” Marik said firmly, looking down at Bakura.
“Make me!” Bakura hissed as he opened his eyes, locking cold chocolate orbs with empty indigo
jewels.
Marik narrowed his eyes and smirked. “It would be my pleasure.” He leaned in and brought his lips
crashing against Bakura’s, causing the thief to gasped for air.
“Ishtar...” He moaned as the Egyptian’s tongue snaked into his mouth.
Marik rocked their hips together, further stimulating Bakura’s arousal.
Just as Bakura began to give in, there was a knock at the door. (Grrrr!*authoress glares*)
“The..door..somebody...here..” Bakura whimpered, his body aching with need.
Marik slowly pulled away from the kiss, biting down hard on Bakura’s lower lip before
completely separating from him, triggering an agonizing cry from the tomb-robber. “I’m well
aware of that, do you really want me to answer it?”
“No...” Bakura mewled, his hard-on twitching with need.
“Good.” Marik purred, continuing where he’d left off.
The knocking continued, irritating them both. Whoever was at the door was obviously not going
to leave until they talked to somebody.
Marik growled evilly as he released Bakura’s wrists and crawled off of him. “Wait here. I’ll get
rid of them.”
Bakura silently nodded his head, reaching down and stroking his weeping organ, giving it the
attention it so desired. He moaned softly from his own touch, waiting for Marik to return.
“Keep your fucking pants on, I’m coming, fool!” Marik growled as he stalked over to the door
and opened it. “What!” He snapped, glaring furiously down at Grampa Motou.
“Is my grandson here?” The old man asked, not phased by Marik’s nakedness or the obvious
rage detailing his angry face.
Marik threw open the door and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, he’s in the bathroom.” He said sharply as
he walked away, quickly rejoining Bakura on the sofa and continuing where they had left off.

            “Aibou...not so fast...let’s enjoy this for a few moments longer, please.” Yami pleaded in
a husky voice, squeezing his long, lean legs tightly around Yugi’s petite waist.
“I can’t, Yami! Oh my god! I’m so close, I don’t want to slow down, I need more!” Yugi cried
out, tears of ecstacy rolling down his flushed cheeks. “I love you, gods I love you, Yami!”
Yami threw his head back in the water, digging his fingernails into Yugi’s shoulders. “I
..can’t..control it, gonna..come...YUGI!”
Just as they both climaxed, the bathroom door opened and Sugoroku walked in. “OH MY!
YUGI!” He gasp in shock, slapping his hand over his chest as he fell to the floor, completely
unconscious.
“Grandfather!” Yugi screamed, jumping out of the bathtub and kneeling at his grandfather’s
side.
“Shit.” Yami groaned as he caught his breath, slowly rising up out of the water.
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A/n: Ooh, this is getting fun! DIE OLD MAN! DIEEEEEEEE! I hate that old fuck! He’s so
stupid and useless!! GAH! Dumb old fart...
Okay, I’ll settle down now...damn this angry soul of mine. *snicker*
ANYWAY!
In the next chappie: Bakura gets an invitation for a New Years Eve party and he will get his
Christmas present from Yugi. Malik’s gonna do something brash to get Ryou’s attention, and
Marik talks Bakura into doing something that makes your authoress all hot and bothered
thinking about it. Uh..Did I say that out loud? Naw...I couldn’t have...*snerk*
Who luvs ya, baby? *wink*
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