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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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A/N: Okay, okay, I’ve held this one back long enough......*grin*
drum roll please?? ....^....^.....^.......^....
In this chapter.............RYOU/MALIK lemon!!! Yabba Dabba doooo!!!!!!!!!

Sinners and Saints

             Marik laid on his bed staring up at his ceiling fan in the bedroom. He had one knee bent
and his other leg draped loosely over it. He had one arm behind his head and was picking the
fringe off of the hole in the knee of his black jeans.
“I can’t believe so many cops were after us after we chucked that stupid bowling ball through
that window. There had to be at least 20 of them pig fuckers.” he complained to Bakura, who
was busy changing his clothes.
“I know, that was very strange indeed. Normally there’s only four or five of those dough
clu
clutchers when you commit a silly little crime like throwing a bowling ball through a church
window.” Bakura replied casually.
Marik got up off of the bed and walked over to the window. He looked outside into the dimly lit
street and chuckled. “How we got away still amazes me. You never told me you knew your way
here through the sewer system. Yami isn’t that far off when he calls you a rat.”
“Pffttt, Yami, he can go fuck himself.” Bakura growled from behind the curtain.
Marik turned around and crossed his arms, looking at the curtain.“Are you almost dressed yet?
I’d like to get a move on while the night is still somewhat young.”
“I’ll be out in a minute, just keep your pants on.” Bakura replied sharply.
Marik laughed as he walked back over to the bed and flopped down onto it. “Awe, but how can I
fuck the hell out of you with my pants on?”
An evil growl came from behind the curtain. “Like I’d let you fuck me, HA. Dream on.” Bakura
snarled. “I’m coming out now.....don’t you dare laugh!”
Marik sat up and watched the curtain eagerly. “I won’t..........maybe.”
Marik’s eyes almost popped out of his head as Bakura walked out from behind the opaque white
curtain.
"Bakura?" he gasp in amazement.
Bakura turned his head to the side and looked away."Would you please refrain from staring at
me?" he snapped sharply as he walked passed Marik’s bed and over to the 3-way mirror.
Marik sided up to Bakura and gazed at the scowling yami's reflection in the mirror.
"Bakura, you're......beautiful!." he exclaimed with a big smirk on his face.
Bakura glared at himself in the mirror. "I look ridiculous, Ishtar. I can't believe I have to do this."
Marik rested his hand on Bakura's shoulder and sighed.
"You don’t have to do this, but if we don’t we’ll have to resort to tapping into our shadow
magic, and you know as well as I do....if we use it to hurt the damn mortals the gods will .....you
know.”
Bakura glared at his reflection in the mirror and growled under his breath.
“I know, I know, don’t remind me.”
Marik stepped back and looked Bakura over. The yami was wearing a pair of high heel black
boots that went up past his knees, a short black pleated skirt with matching blazer, and a frilly
white, high necked blouse.
“I think you look kind of sexy, like the rebellious little catholic school girl of my dreams. I’d do
ya.” Marik grinned.
“Oh go fuck yourself” Bakura grumbled as he admired himself in the mirror.
“Awe, come on Bakura, you, me and a tub full of green Jello, baby, we’d have the hottest sex
this side of the equator.” Marik winked as he danced his way behind the curtain to change.
“Turn up the music, will ya?” Marik ask as he kicked his jeans out from under the curtain.
Bakura pulled his hair back into a pony tail and made a face. “What the hell kind of music is this
anyway?” he ask as he turned up Marik’s little black boom box.
“It’s fucking music, stupid!”
Bakura shook his head. The music did have a sort of ‘fuck’ rhythm to it.
“Help me-
I broke apart my insides
Help me -
I’ve got no soul to sell
Help me-
The only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself...”* Marik sang loudly along with the song as he changed his
clothes.
Bakura rolled his eyes and put on a black barrette, the final accessory to his outfit.
            “ Bakura! Have you lost your fucking mind!?! YOU’RE GOING TO GET US
KILLED! PULL THE FUCK OVER!” Malik shouted, pounding on the dashboard of the stolen
car.
Ryou chuckled as he casually turned up the radio to tune out Malik’s voice. “Oh settle it, Ishtar.
We’re not going to die. Just sit back and have a litfun fun for gods’sake.”
Malik squirmed around nervously in the passenger side of the car and looked out the back
window at the red and blue’s following them. He glanced over at the speedometer and gasp.
Ryou had the pedal to the metal and was driving at speeds in excess of 100 miles per hour.
“RYOU! What’s your problem! You’re not acting like yourself, are you on dope!”
Ryou didn’t seem phased in the least about the danger of their situation. He was as calm, cool
and collected as though nothing was wrong.
“Ooh, I like this song! Bakura was playing it the other night. He’s an awesome guitarist, you
know.” Ryou exclaimed.
Malik sat in his seat gripping the dashboard for dear life. All he could do was ride this out and
wonder what the hell had possessed his companion to act so differently all of the sudden. His
behavior change completely baffled Malik. It was like Ryou was under some sort of spell. One
minute they were walking home from Yugi and Yami’s, next minute Ryou was hot-wiring a
Dodge Viper. Malik couldn’t help but wonder if Ryou was smoking crack with Yami or
something. He also wondered how the hell they were going to get out of this mess.
“Malik, do me a favor, grab me that duffle bag from the backseat, please.” Ryou ask calmly.
Malik turned his head and gld ind in the backseat of the vehicle, seeing a red and white duffle
bag.
“Why? What’s in it?” Malik ask nervously, assuming the worst.
Ryou shrugged his shoulders and chuckled. His face showed no signs of fear.
Malik turned to grab the bag, when they suddenly heard a loud popping noise. With the bag in
hand, Malik quickly returned to his seat and buckled his safety belt, Ryou gripped the steering
wheel firmly as the car started weaving all over the road.
“Oh shit, spike strips. Um, maybe you should hold on tight.” Ryou laughed as he continued to
drive.
Malik swallowed hard. He stared at the bag on his lap, noticing his hands were shaking.
“We’re going to jail for this you know. Grand theft auto, evading arrest, eluding an officer, reckless endangerment, the list goes on! We’re looking at doing A LOT of time in the slammer,
Ryou. Are you prepared to sit in prison the rest of your natural life? I know I’m not! Orange just
isn’t my color!”
Ryou continued to keep the car on the road, even though they’d blown out two tires. He glanced
at Malik and grinned as he turned on the dope light. (A/N: that’s the light that goes on when you
open the door, I don’t know what it’s really called, but that’s what I’ve always heard it referred
to as)
“Open the bag, love.”
Malik looked down at the bag in his lap and opened the zipper. His eyes grew big as he pulled
out the Millennium Ring.
“Ryou! How in the hell did you get this!” Malik exclaimed.
Ryou looked at Malik and laughed.
“Yami gave it back to me. He sent the Millennium Rod along too, for you.”
Malik reached into the bag and pulled out the Millennium Rod. He couldn’t believe his eyes!
“How did you talk Yami into giving these back to us?” he ask curiously as he handed Ryou the
Millennium Ring.
“He just gave them to me, but under one condition: we don’t tell Bakura or Marik.”
Malik stared at the gold object in his hands that had brought him his claim to fame. He couldn’t
believe it was his again. The power to control people’s minds was once again in his clutches. He
suddenly realized why Ryou had remained so calm. Together, using their Millennium Items, they
could get away with the crime they were committing.
“I can’t believe this, Ryou, I’m simple astonished. So Yami just GAVE you the items? You
didn’t have to give him a blow job or anything?” Malik ask with a grin on his face.
Ryou slipped the Millennium Ring around his neck and laughed.
&0;We0;Well, now that you mention it, I did have to do him a little favor221;221;
Malik gripped the Millennium Rod tightly in his hand and gave Ryou a wary look.
“You didn’t......”
Ryou nodded his head. “I did, it wasn’t like it was hard to do or anything. It was actually kind of
fun.”
Malik’s eyes grew dark and he turned his head.
“I can’t believe you Ryou, I can’t believe you gave the pharaoh a blow job!”
Ryou rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Don’t be ridiculous, Malik. I helped Yami clean out a room
in the basement while you were out looking for Marik.”
Malik crossed his arms and glanced at the side mirror on his door. “Speaking of Marik, there
was no sign of him or anybody else at the marina. I wonder where he is.”
Ryou nodded his head. “I know, I still haven’t heard from Bakura either. I hope they’re not out
getting into trouble.”
Malik grinned at his reflection in the car mirror. “Right, trouble......speaking of trouble Ryou,
don’t you think it’s time we bring this little chase to an end?”
            Bakura couldn’t stop laughing at the sight infront of him. Marik Ishtar, dressed.......as a
nun? Marik looked at his reflection in the mirror and laughed along with Bakura.
“Holy shit, we look fucking crazy!” the Egyptian cackled. Bakura nodded his head. “I know it,
but we don’t have any other option if we’re going to avoid being arrested on the way to the
store.”
Marik grabbed a ruler off of Malik’s desk and playfully smacked Bakura across the butt with it,
eagerly looking forward to Bakura’s response.
“GAH! Damn you, Ishtar! I ought to shove that thing up your ass for that!” Bakura growled as he
rubbed the area the ruler had hit him.
“I have a better idea, sexy, how about you get on your knees and...”
“DON’T say it, Ishtar! You’re beginning to annoy me.”
Marik backed up and laughed.
“Hey now, I’m not the one who forgot to eat today. If it wasn’t for you needing food before we
dru drunk and watch porn, we could just stay here and lay low for a couple days.”
Bakura rolled his eyes. “Whatever. C’mon, let’s just go.”
Marik nodded his head and followed Bakura out of the bedroom. Marik and Malik lived in an
apartment above a noisy biker bar. It was much smaller than Ryou and Bakura’s, but it was all
they could manage to afford. As Marik and Bakura walked down the side steps, they were
spotted by a group of drunk burly looking men. The men whistled as the two yami’s in drag
passed by.
Bakura rolled his eyes and looked back over his shoulder at Marik.
“You know Ishtar, I’m left to wonder, why do you and Malik have these costumes in your
closet?”
Marik gave the burly bikers the evil eye as they passed the group.
“Don’t worry about, now shut up and walk.”
            After successfully managing to escape arrest and ditching the stolen car, Ryou and Malik
found their way back to Malik’s apartment. They went there hoping to at least find one of their
yami’s, but had no such luck. They sat down together on the floor infront of the television and
shared a can of soda Ryou had bought from a vending machine down the street.
“I’d offer you a comfier seat if I had one. Marik and I don’t own much furniture, I’m sorry.”
Ryou sipped the soda and handed it to Malik. He didn’t seem to mind he had to sit on the floor.
“I’m not bothered, all that matters to me is that I’m with you.”
Malik set the can of soda aside and brought Ryou into his arms. He rubbed Ryou’s back with his
hand as he held him close.
“Ryou? Baby? Why did you steal that car today?” he ask his white haired companion.
Ryou took a deep breath and nuzzled Malik’s ear with his cheek.
“Yami suggested that you might be finding me boring, so I thought if I did something crazy it
might get your attention, and you’d like me more.”
Malik let his hands fall down to Ryou’s hips. He pulled back slightly so that they could see eye
to eye.
“Ryou, come on now, you. should know you don’t need to pull crazy shit to get my attention! I
love you for who you are, and I sure as hell don’t need another Marik to deal with.”
Ryou’s eyes filled with happiness. He reached up and brushed Malik’s cheek with his hand.
“You.......love me?” he ask in an unsure voice.
Malik smiled as he nodded his head.
“No shit I love you, that’s why I went along with you when you jacked that car today. If
something were to happen to you, I don’t know what I would do!”
Ryou was suddenly overcome by his emotion and tears started falling down his cheeks.
“But, but....last night, when I wanted us to make love and you said no.......I thought-”
Malik cut Ryou off mid-sentence and silenced him with a soft kiss. He cunningly slipped his
tongue into Ryou’s mouth as he pulled Ryou’s hips closer to him own.
Ryou brought his hands up to Malik’s face and cupped the Egyptian’s cheeks, pulling their
mouths closer and deepening their kiss, earning him a light moan from his lover.
Malik rested his hands on Ryou’s thighs and pulled away slightly to catch some air.
“If making love means that much to you Ryou, than tonight we will.”
Ryou ran his fingers through Malik’s hair and smiled brightly.
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to think I’m forcing you to do this.”
Malik nipped lightly at Ryou’s earlobe and shook his head from side to side.
“I’m sure Ryou, all I want is for you to be happy with me. If this makes you happy, I’m not going
to protest it.”
Ryou tilted his head to the side slightly and captured Malik’s lips with his own, initiating an
even deeper kiss. Malik leaned forward and gently eased Ryou onto the floor flat on his back.
They pulled each other’s clothing off and tossed it aside.
Malik grabbed a tube of lube from off the top of the television and squeezed a bit of it onto his
fingers.
“Marik and Yami leave this stuff laying around everywhere, I really don’t believe they’re not
fucking.” he mused as he coated his shaft with the clear gel.
Malik gently eased the tip of his manhood into Ryou. He clenched his eyes shut as Ryou’s
warmth surrounded him. No going back now.
“You feel so good, Ryou.” Malik moaned as he stayed still, giving Ryou time to adjust to his
intrusion.
Ryou whimpered softly and wrapped his legs around Malik’s lower back.
Malik grinned as Ryou arched his hips up to try to take more of the Egyptian inside of him.
“Do you want some more?” Malik chuckled.
“More” Ryou begged as Malik toyed with him, only ever so slightly moving himself within
Ryou.
“Are you sure, baby?” Malik grinned wickedly.
“YES!” Ryou pleaded, FuckFuck me, Ishtar!”
Malik shrugged his shoulders. “Do I hear a please?”
Ryou tried to squeeze his legs tighter around Malik’s waist to push him in more. “Please!”
Malik slid in just a little bit further.
“Like this?”
Malik was driving Ryou crazy with his playfulness! Ryou grabbed two fistfuls of the Egyptian’s
silky blond hair and stared into his light purple eyes.
“Malik, PLEASE! I need it221;221;
Malik took a deep breath and sighed.
“I guess.”
Ryou growled Malik pushed into him all the way.
“Oh yes!” Ryou cried out, thrusting his hips against Malik’s.
Malik playfully nipped at Ryou’s lower lip. “How do you want it?” he purred.
“Harder!” Ryou growled back.
Malik slammed himself into Ryou with all his young energy.
“How do you like it?” He panted.
“Faster!” Ryou pleaded, hysterically moaning below.
Malik quickened his pace. Their bodies thrust together with uncontrollable need. Ryou held on
tightly to Malik’s shoulders, digging his fingernails into them. Malik muffled Ryou’s loud
moaning with his mouth, busying Ryou’s tongue with his own.
It didn’t take long before they couldn’t hold on any longer.
“Ah.....Ah......I’m so close.......so ...RYOU!” Malik screamed against Ryou’s moist lips.
Ryou moaned loudly as his release spilled between Malik and himself.

            Marik and Bakura stood in the doorway with their jaws dropped. They were shocked to
see their hikari’s in the midst of making their union complete.
“Oh. My. Gods.” Marik gasp.
“Holy. Fucking. Shit.” Bakura stammered as they walked in and set a bag of groceries and a case
of beer on the counter.
“Did you teach him that?” Marik laughed, catching Malik’s attention.
“I think not!” Bakura defended himself.
Malik looked over his shoulder and grinned., his face a new shade of red.
“Um...uh.....hi there....... uh.....sisters?”

>

            Yami’s eyes shot open as he was jolted from a very vivid dream. A thin film of sweat
covered his forehead, causing his spiky bangs to stick to his cheeks. His dream was all too
horrifying real, but seeing Yugi sleeping sweetly next to him eased his anxiety. Yami scooted
closer to Yugi, wrapping his arm around him. He could feel every breath his slightly smaller
hikari was taking. Yami pressed his lips together and smiled.
“How could I belong to Marik......... when holding you feels so right?” He whispered to himself
as he held Yugi next to him in their dark bedroom.
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* Nine Inch Nails- Closer
I know, it’s Saturday, I posted late. My bad, I got busy last night and than fell asleep watching
the news. I figured I’d do a quick edit and update as soon as I got up. I promised I’d respond to
reviews too, so I’ll do that now.
Tanya: A fireplace! Owie!!! I did that to the headlight and windshield of my sister’s car when I
was 17, my hand was mangled. LOL
Kat: One more of the many uses of a bowling ball, LOL.
Terri: More Bakura x Yugi coming up;-)
Deb: One word- RAINDANCE! Hehehe.......
Arias5: Now that I’m all better, I’m back to drinking too much Cherry Coke and eating massive
amounts of candy......I can only write when I’m hyper. LOL I hope some of your questions were
answered!
JavaGreen: You are very correct
War-Chan: You’re wish granted.
Nightmare: I was being sneaky again, Ryou won’t cheat on Malik, I promise! (But I can’t
promise I won’t be sneaky. LOL)
trivia-game: *giggle* *coughsurething!cough*
Like I said, I did a quick edit only. I’ll go over this later to polish up anything I missed.
*hugs*
xoxox
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