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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 List
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Chapter 9- Hellraisers (Pt. 1 of 2)

            Bakura sat in the hospital’s main waiting room staring down at the forest green carpeting.
The chair he was sitting on was making his butt hurt, damn hard plastic thing. He absently
fiddled around with the gold pointers hanging from his Millennium Ring, debating mentally if he
should get up and talk to Yugi, or just not say anything. He didn’t really know what to say to the
Pharaoh’s light, so he kept his mouth shut and continued staring at the carpet.
Yugi was sitting a few chairs down sobbing uncontrollably, his hands covering his face. He’d
been crying non-stop for over five hours, blaming himself for his grandfather’s death.
Yami stood by Yugi’s side with his arms crossed. His face was serious, void of any recognizable
emotion. He seemed to be very distant in his thoughts, speaking barely a word since Sugoroku’s
passing.
Marik tossed aside the latest issue of National Geographic he’d been looking at and stood up. “I
can’t take this shit, I need to get out of here.”
Yami looked up at Marik and patted Yugi’s shoulder. “I’ll come with you, hold on.” The former
Pharaoh leaned over and kissed Yugi’s cheek. “I’ll be back soon aibou, hang in there.”
Yugi nodded, but kept his head down. Yami walked away; joining Marik at his side.
Once Marik and Yami were out of sight, Bakura got up and moved into a chair next to Yugi,
reaching over and resting his hand on his knee.
Yugi slowly picked up his head and looked at Bakura, his eyes swollen and bloodshot from
crying so much. “Why, Bakura?” He hiccupped hoarsely.
Bakura gently squeezed Yugi’s knee, searching for the right words to say. “Nothing is forever,
little one. Everybody must crossover eventually.” He answered, hoping he wasn’t saying the
wrong thing.
“I know” Yugi sobbed, “I just feel so overwhelmed right now, you know? It’s bad enough that
gramps is gone, but now on top of that, I have to make his funeral arrangements, and all that
kind of stuff. I don’t even know where to start! I’ve never had to deal with anything like this
before.”
Bakura reached for Yugi’s hand, taking it into his own and giving it a little squeeze. “You’ll
manage, you’re a tough little thing.”
Yugi looked away. “I just want it all to be done and over with so I can get on with life.”
Bakura closed his eyes and sighed. “But this is life, Yugi. If you don’t learn to accept death
while you’re alive, you’ll end up just like-” Bakura cut himself off suddenly and looked away,
biting his lower lip.
“You?” Yugi asked softly, finishing Bakura’s sentence.
Bakura got up out of the chair and started to walk away, not wanting to delve any further into
that specific subject. “I think I’m going to get going, I’ll call you in the morning.”
Yugi grabbed Bakura’s jacket before he could get away. “Please don’t go, I don’t want to be
alone.”
Bakura’s heart went out to the grief stricken hikari, he knew all too well what it was like losing
someone you love, hell, he’d lost an entire family. He took a deep breath and turned around. “Well I can’t stay here all fucking night, why
don’t you just come with me? It might do you some good hanging out with Marik and myself all
night.”
Yugi shook his head. “I can’t leave...Gramps-”
Bakura reached out and put his hand on Yugi’s shoulder, looking deep into his eyes. “He’s gone,
Yugi. It’s pointless to hang around here grieving.”
“Yeah, but-” Yugi hesitated..
Bakura rolled his eyes and grabbed Yugi by the hand. “Yeah-buts live out in the desert. C’mon
now, let’s find Marik and get out of here. You’re starting to get on my nerves.”
“What about Yami?”
“Can he drive?”
“I think so.”
“Than he can come too.”

            Malik unscrewed the red plastic lid from the jar of Marshmallow Fluff and set it down on
the desk. He grinned at Ryou as he dunked his finger into the sticky, white goo and stuck his
finger in his mouth.
Ryou giggled as he watched Malik seductively suck the marshmallow cream off his finger,
smacking his lips.
“Mmm...nummy!” Malik chuckled, licking his lips.
Ryou monkeyed with some buttons on the sound board, smirking as he got up out of his seat and
crawled onto Malik’s lap. “You missed a little.” He said softly, straddling Malik’s lap.
“Did I?” Malik asked, running his hand down the front of Ryou’s t-shirt.
Ryou leaned over, slowly licking the remaining fluff off Malik’s warm mouth. He cupped
Malik’s cheek as he gently sucked at his lip, even after the fluffy cream was gone. “Mmm...want
more...” He whispered, licking his own lips.
Malik swallowed hard as he stared into Ryou’s eyes. “Ryou...what are you doing? Don’t we have
a show to do here?”
Ryou chuckled as he unbuttoned Malik’s tan colored suede jeans. “I cued up a playlist, so relax
and hand me that jar of Fluff.”

            “FUCK HIM, I DID! WHOO-HOOO!” Bakura yelled, hanging out the car window as
they passed by a wedding party standing outside the church Ryou forced him to go to on
occasion. (Only Ra knows why...*grumble*)
Marik dove over Bakura, laughing his ass off. “The name’s Kaiba, look me up!”
“Would you two please settle down?” Yami asked in a low, annoyed voice; glancing back in the
rearview mirror watching Marik and Bakura hanging out the window yelling and whistling. He
shifted into a lower gear as he turned the corner roughly.
Marik chugged down the rest of his beer and crushed the can on his forehead. “Oh you, be
quiet.” He smirked as he tossed the crushed can at the Pharaoh.
“You two are impossible.” Yami groaned, dodging the can.
Bakura snapped his fingers. “SHIT! I was suppose to go to the grocery store. Mind stopping at
the next one?”
“No problem, there’s one a few blocks up.” Yami answered, eyes intently fixed on the road.
“Hey, give me another beer.” Marik said to Yugi, leaning over into the front seat.
Yugi reached under his seat where Marik and Bakura had cleverly hidden a 12-pack and handed
Marik back another can of beer.
Marik sat back and cracked it opened, sucking up the foam that bubbled out when he opened it.
“Holy shit!” Bakura exclaimed, lunging forward at the radio in the front seat to turn it up.
“That sounds like Malik.” Yugi giggled as they listened.
“They must have forgotten to switch off their microphones.” Marik pointed out, twisting off the
tab of his beer can.
“Shut up and listen!” Bakura scolded, lighting up a cigarette.
Yami turned into the parking lot of the grocery store and turned the car off, leaving the radio
on.

            Ryou traced the head of Malik’s shaft lightly with his fingertip, watching the mocha flesh
jerk from his touch. He smiled as he eagerly took Malik into his mouth.
Malik squeezed his eyes closed, his breathing got faster. “You don’t have to do this...” He began,
but couldn’t finish. A loud moan came out instead.
Ryou took Malik’s entire length down his throat, gripping onto Malik’s hips as he swallowed
every inch.
“Oh by Ra...Ryou..” Malik moaned loudly, gripping the armrests of his chair tightly.
Ryou quickened his pace, moving faster and sucking harder.
Malik moaned and whimpered, uttering unrecognizable words under his breath. He couldn’t stop
himself from thrusting into Ryou’s warm mouth.
Ryou pushed Malik’s legs further apart, gaining him access to Malik’s backside. He scooped a
generous amount of Marshmallow Fluff onto his finger. He gently pushed his sticky finger into
Malik.
Malik’s body instantly tensed from the intrusion, even though he welcomed it.
Ryou retracted his finger for a second, but quickly pushed it back in, this time a little deeper.
Malik’s eyes shot open as Ryou’s finger grazed his prostrate gland. “Ah...yeah..” He moaned, his
shaft growing even harder in Ryou’s mouth.
Ryou kept on sucking and probing until Malik couldn’t handle any more.
“Coming!” Malik cried out as his release erupted.

            “Well that was certainly an interesting way to spend 20 minutes.” Yami mused as he
pulled the key out of the ignition.
“No disagreeing with that.” Yugi answered him as they stepped out of the car.
“You two coming?” Yami grinned as he linked arms with Yugi and started walking toward the
store.
Marik pretended to wipe a tear from his eye. “I’m so proud of them.” He sniffled, but was of
course grinning like a devil the whole time.
Bakura nodded his head as he opened his car door. “They learned from the best.”
Marik quickly grabbed Bakura and pulled him back into the car. “Hold on just a minute, I’m
horny now, and you’re not going anywhere.”
Bakura slapped Marik’s hand off of him and quickly got out of the car. “Save it, Ishtar. I don’t
have time right now.” He said before bolting through the parking lot to catch up with Yugi and
Yami.
“Chicken!” Marik yelled as he took off after Bakura, bawking like a chicken and flapping his
arms.

            “Alright, I can do this.” Bakura said to himself as he stared down the long snack food
isle.
            “Ooh, look!” Marik exclaimed, grabbing a bag of Cheesy Poofs off the shelf. He ripped
open the bag and grabbed out a handful, stuffing his mouth and crunching loudly. “Zeez Rok!”
Yami and Bakura ignored him and continued walking down the isle.
Yugi gently pulled the bag out of Marik’s hands and cleared his throat. “You have to pay for this
stuff before you can eat it, Marik.”
Marik frowned, looking like Yugi had just taken away his best friend.
Yugi tucked the bag under his jacket and grabbed Marik’s hand. “C’mon, we need to find
Bakura and Yami.”
            Bakura walked directly to the liquor department. He lost Yami back at the chocolate
pudding cup display. He grabbed a bottle of wine and grinned. “I better make it two.”
            Yugi closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Marik, please...you’re going to get us in
trouble.”
Marik snickered as he set the long, thick stick of summer sausage down. “Aww, but I think
Yami would love it!”
“Let’s just move on. They have to be here somewhere.” Yugi groaned, rubbing his forehead with
his hand as he walked away.
“Yep, I’m right behind you.” Marik smirked as he snuck off in the opposite direction.
            “Butterscotch? Pistachio? Bananas and Cream? Ra, there’s too many to choose from!”
Yami exclaimed as he piled 4-packs of pudding cups into his arms.
“Hey Pharaoh” Marik winked as he approached Yami from behind.
Yami peeked out from behind a arm load of pudding cups and smiled at Marik. “Hello...mind
grabbing a few of these for me?”
Marik shook a can of spray whipped cream in his hand and squirted some into his mouth. “Sure”
Marik nodded, white cream all over his mouth.
“Where’s Yugi?” Yami asked as he lightened some of his load.
“I don’t know.” Marik shrugged as they walked down the isle.

            “Bakura! Wait up!” Yugi yelled down the frozen food isle.
Bakura stopped and looked back. “Ha! Where’d you come from?”
Yugi walked quickly to catch up to Bakura. “I was looking all over for you. I lost Marik, and I
can’t find Yami.”
“They’re around here somewhere.” Bakura answered him as the began walking along side one
another.
Yugi glanced over at Bakura and noticed he seemed a little off balance. He was carrying two
bottles of wine, a box of popsicles, and a bunch of bananas. “Uh..need some help there?”
“Maybe just a little.” Bakura laughed, handing the two bottles of wine off to Yugi. “Let’s find
Marik and pretzel legs and get out of here.”

            Marik un-knotted the big blue balloon and breathed in some of the helium inside it. “I
shall rule the world!” He shouted....in a funny high-pitched voice.
Yami doubled over in laughter, dropping a few packs of pudding onto the floor.
Marik pinched off the end of the balloon and handed it off to Yami. “Here, you try!” He giggled,
his voice still squeaky.
“Alright.” Yami smirked as he took the balloon and breathed in the helium. “Hey baby, wanna...
do me? ” He squeaked, his voice sounding similar to an over excited chipmunk high on happy
pills.
Marik started laughing so hard that tears rolled down his cheeks. “Oh Ra, Pharaoh...that was
beautiful, do another!”
Just as Yami breathed in the last of the helium, Yugi and Bakura turned down that specific isle
and got to hear Yami speak.
“I am a thief and a stealer of souls! MWA-HAHAHA!” He proclaimed in an evil chipmunk voice
before joining Marik on the floor laughing hysterically.
Bakura scowled as he and Yugi approached. “HA-HA, very amusing, you stupid shit. Why don’t
you two idiots get off the floor and let’s get the fuck out of here. People are starting to look at us
strangely.”
“I would think you’d be used to that, Bakura.” Marik cracked as he got up.
Bakura narrowed his eyes and glared evilly at Marik. “Don’t piss me off, or else I’ll be forced to
beat you to death with-” Bakura looked down at the potential weapons in his hands, “-with these
bananas!” He snarled, but little snort and a giggle blew the scary effect. “DEATH BY
PRODUCE!” was his battle cry as he chased Marik down the isle waving banana’s in the air.
Yugi held out his hand and helped Yami up off the floor.
“Thank you.” Yami smiled as he dusted himself off.
Yugi smiled back at him, but his smile faltered as he glanced down at all the pudding cups
laying around them. “Uh...Yami? Are those all yours?”
Yami chuckled as he leaned over and started gathering up the pudding cups. “I like pudding?”
Yugi rolled his eyes. “Quit giving me the creeps, okay? This is bad enough as it is. The last thing
I need to know is that my yami has a pudding fetish.”
Yami finished gathering the puddings and glanced at the two bottles of wine in Yugi’s hands.
“Thirsty, aibou?” He asked, giggling at his own remark.
“It’s Bakura’s!” Yugi protested as they walked quickly to catch up to Marik and Bakura, whom
they could hear in the adjacent isle making all sorts of noise.
“Aww, and here I thought you were thinking of me.” Yami smirked as they rounded off into the
next isle.
“You’ve been hanging around withy Marik for too long.” Yugi sighed regretfully.
“When we get out of here you are SO in for it, tomb-robber. You’re ass is MINE, and I do mean
that in the sexual tense.” Marik snorted as he grabbed something down from the top shelf.
Bakura shrugged his shoulders and laughed as he started walking toward the checkout counters.
“You talk too much, Ishtar.” He scoffed.
“You know Marik-” Yami began, a big grin on his face.
“Shut up, Pharaoh. Let’s get out of here.” Marik interrupted, giving the Pharaoh a sharp glare.
But than he noticed pudding cups Yami was carrying. That changed everything. Marik’s lips
curved up into a mischievous smirk. “Those for later?”
“Maybe I just really like pudding.” Yami commented back as he started walking in the direction
Bakura had went in.
“Psh...whatever.” Marik grumbled, following Yami.

             Malik zipped up his jacket and leaned over the desk to give Ryou a quick kiss. “I’ll be
back in a few minutes. Need anything?”
“A pack of gum and a Peach Snapple” Ryou nodded, smiling up at Malik.
“Alright, see you in a few.” Malik waved as he walked out the door.
Ryou picked up the days’ mail and started sorting through it.

            Bakura flicked his lit cigarette down in the snow outside his radio station as he stepped
out of the car carrying a plastic bag. “Damn Pharaoh, you drive like a friggin’ maniac! Take a
class or something!”
“No shit, are you trying to kill us all? Geesh!” Marik griped, kicking the car door shut.
Yugi opened his eyes and slowly pried his hands off of the dashboard. “Yami?”
Yami turned off the car. “Yes, aibou?”
“Give me the keys, please?”
Yami blinked his eyes. “But why?”
“Who did you say taught you how to drive a car again?”
“Marik did, why?”
Yugi unbuckled his seat belt and held out his hand, palm up. “Exactly. Keys please?”
Yami pulled the keys out of the ignition and pouted. “Oh, all right.”

            “Thank you, yami.” Ryou smiled as he took the box of popsicles from Bakura’s hand.
“I would have been here sooner if Yugi’s fat-ass old grandfather wouldn’t have died, that dumb
old fuck.”
“I bet he was still a virgin.” Marik snickered, pulling something out of his jacket pocket.
Ryou cocked his head. “Say what? Yugi’s grandfather passed away? That’s terrible! How is he
doing?”
“He’s very dead.” Marik snorted, laughing at his own wisecrack.
Ryou narrowed his eyes and made a face at Marik. “You know full well who I mean. How’s
Yugi?”
Bakura lit up a cigarette and sat down on a chair. “We’re working on that.”
“Hey, where’s my little sunshine Malik at?” Marik asked curiously, looking around the room.
“He stepped out for a bit, he should be back soon though.” Ryou answered him
Marik glanced down at the desk and grinned at the empty jar of Marshmallow Fluff. He looked
over at Bakura and realized he was looking at the same thing.
Marik picked up the empty container and looked inside. “I think you have some explaining to
do, boy.”
Bakura snickered, watching Ryou’s cheeks turn red. “I have to agree with Marik, mind telling us
what went on here tonight? Have a little fun with Malik, hmm?”
Ryou bit his lip, trying to stop the big grin forming on his lips. He was relieved to see Yami and
Yugi walk in, shifting the topic of the conversation.
Yami looked at Marik curiously as he set down a bag of things. “Marik, what’s that in your
hand?”
Marik smiled proudly as he held up something that looked reminiscently like women’s
underwear. “You mean these?” He laughed.
“Are those underwear?” Yugi asked curiously.
“Or is that some kind of food?” Ryou chimed in.
“Both!” Marik winked as he unfolded them.
“Those are just edible underwear.” Bakura said dryly, looking through the letters Ryou had set
aside for him.
Yami’s eyes grew wide. “They’re huge!” He exclaimed, blinking a few times.
“Extra large just means extra yummy.” Marik laughed, tossing the edible underwear on the desk.
Ryou turned his head and groaned. “Oh dear.”
Bakura ignored the conversation going on around him as he read a note Jou had left for him.
‘Hey boss-man,
             Kaiba’s having a New Years Eve party and said I could invite anybody I wanted, so I’m
putting all our names on the guest list. You don’t have to come or anything, but I thought it
might be a good way to get some free promotion for the station. Lem’me know if ya gonna be
there.
Later!’
Bakura smirked as he folded the letter back up and stuffed it in his back pocket. He was caught a
little off guard when he looked up and found Marik pinning Yami back against the wall. The
Pharaoh’s shirt was hanging open, and his pants were yanked down to his knees. Marik was
rubbing himself up against Yami as their mouths fought for dominance.
“Wow, that was fast.” Bakura said quietly to Ryou, who was purposely trying to look in a
different direction.
Ryou nodded his head and pointed at Yugi, who’s cheeks were beet red.
Bakura looked over at Yugi and laughed. He wrapped his arms around Ryou’s waist and rested
his chin on his light’s shoulder, focusing his attention on Marik and Yami. He could feel Ryou’s
erection growing under the fabric of his jeans. He ran his hand over the bulge, causing Ryou to
whimper. “Like what you’re seeing?” Bakura asked, messaging Ryou’s groin with his fingertips.
“Maybe just a little.” Ryou laughed nervously, feeling Bakura’s warm breath tickling his neck.
Bakura slipped his fingers down into Ryou’s pants, making direct contact with the twitching
organ within. //You know...we *could* give them a real show.// He told Ryou through their
mind-link.
Ryou swallowed hand as his yami unzipped his jeans. “But yami...”

Hellraisers (part 2 of 2)

            “Just relax. I’m not trying to murder you here, but I just might be forced to so if
you keep fighting me like this.” Bakura bitched as he wrestled Ryou down on the table he’d
cleared off.
“I shouldn’t really...Malik...” Ryou protested.
Marik stopped ravaging the Pharaoh for a minute and looked at Ryou, rolling his eyes. “Loosen
up, kid. You’re man isn’t even here.”
“I know, but...”
“But nothing, it’s a hikari’s job to do what their yami says. So shut up and fuck Bakura. Leave
Malik to me.”
Ryou reluctantly stopped struggling. He cringed as he looked into Bakura’s wild eyes. “I
suppose,*gulp* as long as you’re sure Malik will be okay with it.”
“I’m sure” Marik answered him.
Bakura grinned as he leaned in and nibbled at Ryou’s neck. “Hey Ishtar, up for a little game?”
Marik tilted his head to the side, “I’m listening.”
“Whoever makes their partner scream the loudest wins.” Bakura suggested, feathering his
fingertips along Ryou’s jaw line, enjoying his warmth.
“Alright, losers buy the winners pizza ...uhhhh..” Marik moaned as Yami reached into his jeans
and began pumping his hard on. “..and beer.” He managed to say before he growled at Yami
and slammed him moderately hard back against the wall.
Bakura brushed a side of Ryou’s bangs behind his ear, leaving his neck wide open for him to
attack. “We better win this, got that?” He threatened as he lightly nipped Ryou’s collar bone.
“M’hm” Ryou nodded, tilting his head to the side.
            Malik kicked the sticky wet snow off his black snake skin boots (That ought to teach a
snake to bite him!) as he approached the studio entrance. He stopped and set a brown paper bag
down on the concrete. It had been a warmer day, melting a lot of the snow that had fallen a few
days earlier. He could smell spring in the air. He’d noticed Yugi’s car parked in front of the
building, so he figured Ryou wasn’t alone, therefore there was no reason to really hurry or
anything. Before going in, Malik took a deep breath and reached into the inner pocket of his
leather jacket. He pulled out a pack of menthol cigarettes he’d just bought and stared at them for
a minute. He didn’t really want to light one up, he’d always been against smoking. It grossed
him out. But, a guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do sometimes. Malik opened the pack up and
pulled out a smoke. He pressed it between his lips and placed the pack back in his pocket. He
fished out a lighter and flicked it a few times before he got it to light. He started to cough as
soon he inhaled. “Ick.” He grumbled as he cleared his throat. He picked up the bag of stuff he’d
bought and reached for the door knob.
            “Malik!” Yugi exclaimed as he opened the door, almost bumping into Malik as he was
trying to make his escape.
“Um, hello, what’s the big hurry?” Malik asked, taking a small drag of his cigarette.
Yugi cocked his head curiously. “I, um...need some air. Since when do you smoke?”
Malik shrugged his shoulders. “I just feel like it.”
“Ookaay than.” Yugi remarked as he looked back over his shoulder nervously. “Uh, Malik? I
don’t think you want to go in there.”
“Why’s that?” Malik asked, stretching his neck to peek inside. He could hear loud music
playing, but that was a normal when Marik and Bakura were around.
Yugi bit his lip and groaned. “Let’s just say there’s some creepy stuff on the radio tonight.”
Yugi’s discretion piqued Malik’s curiosity. What exactly was happening inside that had Yugi so
shook up? He had to know, even if he knew deep down his decision was going to come back and
bite him in the ass. He walked passed Yugi to get a better look. “Oh wow...”
“I warned you, Malik.”
“Yugi?”
“Yeah?
“Take off your clothes.”
“WHAT!?!”
Malik set down the bag he was holding and yanked off his jacket. “Don’t worry, this won’t
hurt...well, much.”
Yugi laughed nervously as he closed the door and looked up at the approaching Egyptian. “What
do you have in mind?” He asked, wringing his hands in front of him.
Malik tossed his cigarette onto the floor and stomped it out with the heel of his boot. (Something
he’d seen Bakura do many of times, it was him that did all the sweeping anyway.) He reached
out for Yugi’s hand.
Yugi trembled slightly as he joined hands with Malik.

            Bakura traced a circle around Ryou’s bellybutton using his tongue, causing his ticklish
hikari to giggle. Ryou instinctively tried to wiggle away, but Bakura was expecting it. He held
Ryou’s hips down in place as he continued teasing his light. He slowly licked and kissed lower
and lower, stopping short of Ryou’s manhood. Ryou arched his back, but Bakura held him
firmly in place on the table. “What’s the hurry?” He asked, knowing full well he was torturing
the hell out of his light.
Ryou whimpered from the overwhelming need for more intimate contact. “Yami please...” He
begged, twisting the spiky ends of Bakura’s long hair around his fingers.
Bakura kept a devilish eye on Ryou as his tongue arrived at Ryou’s length. He lightly licked
down his light’s entire shaft, than moved down further, kissing the inside Ryou’s thighs.
Ryou hissed through his teeth as waves of pleasure rushed through his body. He squeezed his
fists and tugged at the ends of Bakura’s hair. “Don’t stop, please...”
Bakura reached around and squeezed Ryou’s wrists tightly, freeing his mane from his hikari’s
grasp. He picked his head up and released Ryou’s hands, letting them fall limp back onto the
table. “Why don’t you play with yourself for me while I undress?” He asked, licking his lips.
Ryou obediently reached between his legs and wrapped his hand around his swollen shaft,
moaning softly as he stroked himself.
It was hard for Bakura to restrain his urge to ravage his masturbating hikari. He just looked too
damn hot laying there sprawled out on the table naked, completely vulnerable. Bakura took his
time unbuttoning his shirt and stepping out of his jeans. In the split second he looked away from
Ryou, he noticed Yugi kneeling over Malik a few feet away. Bakura was seeing red as he
narrowed his eyes, watching Yugi lower his head down over Malik’s hips, taking the Egyptian’s
shaft into his mouth.
Bakura growled under his breath. He quickly looked away, finding Marik watching him.
The Egyptian’s eyes challenged the thief’s as he positioned his manhood at Yami’s rear
entrance.
Bakura smirked, he knew what Marik was up to. “This ought to boost our ratings.” He chuckled,
pulling his belt out of the loops in his jeans, temporarily forgetting about Yugi and Malik.
Ryou’s eyes shot wide open when he heard the sound of leather snapping.

             "Are you feeling me, Pharaoh?" Marik grinned proudly, looking down at Yami.

“I’ve had all I can take! I can’t take anymore!” Yami moaned loudly as Marik slipped a
second saliva slicked finger up into his tight passage.
Marik fondled the Pharaoh’s lithe body with his free hand as he stretched him. “What do you
mean? I’m just getting started here.” He smirked as he scissored his two fingers inside Yami,
twisting them around a bit.
Yami grunted as he thrust back against Marik’s fingers.
“You’ll have to be louder than that if you want more, Pharaoh.” Marik grinned, adding a third
finger.

            Yugi’s hand gripped Malik’s shoulder tightly as he positioned over Malik’s hard on. He
slowly eased the soft head of the weeping muscle inside himself, whimpering from Malik’s large
size. Tears pooled in his eyes as he forced himself further down onto the rigid mocha flesh. He
stopped abruptly once he’d taken in a good three inches. “Malik, it hurts...I don’t know if I can
do it.” He whimpered softly, closing his eyes.
Malik reached up and touched a warm tear falling down Yugi’s cheek. “Take your time, there’s
no reason to rush.” He assured Yugi, glancing for a moment over at Ryou, who was now bent
over the table getting his ass whipped with a belt by his yami. It looked very painful, to say the
least. He could hear Ryou screaming over the loud music, so he knew Bakura wasn’t showing
any mercy. No surprise. Malik pulled Yugi down, bringing their mouths together. “Slow and
steady, baby...that’s right. This should feel good, don’t force it.”
Yugi slowly adjusted to accommodate Malik’s whopper of a cock. He had to be at least an inch
longer than Bakura, and was more girthy than Yami by far. It was like nothing Yugi had ever
had before.
“Mmm, you’re so tight.” Malik moaned, closing his eyes as Yugi slid further down his arousal.

            Marik mercilessly pounded into Yami, causing the former Pharaoh to scream a jumbled
string of unrecognizable words at the top of his lungs. Yami held on tightly to the edge of the
desk, his knuckles turning white. Drops of sweat dripped from his hair. His cheeks were flushed,
his breathing ragged.
Marik repeatedly slammed himself hard up Yami’s stretched velvet heat, hitting his sweet spot
dead on. “Like that?” He asked in a husky voice.
“Oh gods, YES!” Yami cried out hoarsely, vigorously pumping his erection with his hand.
“That-a-boy Pharaoh, what’s my name?” Marik asked, wincing as Yami’s passage tightened
around him.
“Marik!” Yami cried out as his climax hit him hard.
“Say it again, LOUDER!” Marik snapped, slamming his cock directly into Yami’s prostate,
driving the Pharaoh over the edge.
“MARRRIK!” Yami shouted as he rode out his ethereal high, his warm semen spilling out over
his hand.
Marik growled gutturally as he reached his own climax, filling the Pharaoh with his warm
essence. He collapsed on top Yami breathing heavily, almost crushing the Pharaoh under his
weight.

            Tears streamed down Ryou’s cheeks and into his tangled white hair as he tilted his head
back. “Bakura...please...” He pleaded hoarsely, his voice barely audible now after screaming so
much from the beating he’d just endured.
Bakura was about to crack Ryou’s ass with his belt, but stopped suddenly, realizing he might
have went a little overboard trying to get Ryou to scream the loudest. Bakura dropped the belt.
//Shit...uh...// He said to Ryou through their link, looking over the long red welts and deep bloody
gashes he’d left on Ryou’s backside. He grumbled to himself as he surveyed the damage he’d
left in his wake.
Ryou looked back at Bakura, haggard and bruised. //I think you forgot a spot.//
Bakura bit his lip and looked away.
Ryou looked down and started to laugh.
Bakura looked back at his light, curious as to what was so funny. Had he whipped him insane?
Ryou continued to laugh as he looked up, directly into Bakura’s dumbfounded brown eyes.
“Hikari? Are you, uh...feeling okay?”
Ryou hopped off the table and tackled his yami to the floor, surprising the hell out of Bakura as
he was knocked flat on his back. Ryou licked the some blood, most likely his own, from
Bakura’s lips as he eye-balled him like a predator does its prey. He grabbed Bakura’s discarded
leather belt and smirked down at his yami. “Now it’s your turn.”
Bakura’s eyes got huge and his jaw dropped. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a little
squeak.
Ryou took advantage of the moment and used the belt in his hands to secure Bakura’s wrists to
one of the table legs. “Time to show you what pain is all about...bitch.”
Bakura’s eyes lit up like the Christmas lights outside.

            Malik moaned loudly as Yugi rode him to his climax. His body shivered as he filled
Yugi’s tight channel with his warm seed.
Yugi fell forward onto Malik’s chest, completely out of breath. They both laid still for a
minute, allowing their heart rates to come down.
“That looked fun.” Marik remarked as he stood over them wearing a goofy grin.
Malik opened his eyes and chuckled softly as he kissed the top of Yugi’s head. “It was, thank
you Yugi.”
Yugi picked up his head for a second and giggled. It was almost impossible to tell he’d spent
most of the day mourning, judging from the content smile on his face. “Yep” He chuckled as he
dropped back against Malik’s chest.
Marik kneeled next to them and moved Malik’s damp blonde hair out of his eyes. He grinned as
he looked down at his other half. “Was that you doing all that screaming before?” He asked,
brushing his thumb over Malik’s bottom lip.
Malik wrapped his arms around Yugi as he sat up. “What do you think?”
Yugi giggled, his face still buried in Malik’s chest.
Marik smiled proudly as he ruffled Malik’s hair and reached for his hand. “That’s my boy.
C’mon, you deserve a beer for a great performance.”
            Bakura laid completely still, looking up at Ryou with pure bliss in his eyes. His neck was
covered with love bites, his body with tiny scratches. “Ryou...that was..”
“The best sex you ever had?” Ryou giggled as he freed Bakura’s wrists.
Bakura sat up rubbing his wrists. “I wouldn’t go that far, but it rated somewhere in the top five.”
“Oh you.” Ryou groaned as he crawled off Bakura and pulled on his pants.
Bakura rose up on shaky legs, holding the table for support.
“Think fast!” Marik warned as he tossed Bakura a can of beer.
Bakura smirked as caught the can and set it down on the table. He was still somewhat dazed
from the unexpected hard fucking he’d just been at the receiving end of. Clothes were too much
effort to even think about, so he just left them laying on the floor. “Thanks” he nodded at Marik.
“I figured you might like something cold to sooth those strained vocal chords of yours. You
know, if it had been Ryou doing all that screaming, you wouldn’t have lost our little bet.”
Bakura shrugged his loss off and cracked open the beer Marik had given him.
“Uh..Bakura?” Yugi asked, tucking in his shirt.
Bakura looked over at him expectantly. “What.”
“Can we go for a drive?” Yugi asked softly.
Bakura turned to Marik. “Mind running things for a while?”
“Not a problem.” Marik answered, picking up a pair of headphones.
Bakura quickly dressed himself and pulled on his jacket. He followed Yugi out to the car. “So
where are you taking me?” He asked as he got into the passenger side.
Yugi turned the car on and stared at the wheel. “I need to go home and get some clean clothes
for me and Yami, we’ve been wearing the same thing for two days already.”
“You sure you want to go back so soon?” Bakura asked, sensing Yugi’s apprehensiveness.
Yugi took a deep breath. “Yeah, I think so. Besides, I still need to give you your Christmas
present.”
“Oh yeah” Bakura smirked, he’d totally forgotten.

            Yugi unlocked the front door to the game shop. The bells above the door jingled as they
stepped inside. Yugi switched on the light and quickly walked through the sales area and up the
stairs to his bedroom.
Bakura followed a few steps behind. “You know, you’re pretty fast for a short shit.” He chuckled
as they stood in front of Yugi’s bedroom door.
“Very funny.” Yugi groaned as he stepped inside his dark door. He flipped on the light switch,
revealing Bakura’s present. “Merry Christmas.” He smiled, walking over to his dresser.
Bakura walked up to the brand new full stack amplifiers and gazed at it with wild wonder.
“Sweet mother of Ra...No fucking way...Holy shit...Yugi...I don’t know what to say...”
“How about, ‘No trouble Yugi, you and Yami and stay at my place for a few days.’” Yugi
suggested, tossing some clothes in a back pack.
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Don't start thinking I'm done with the lemons just yet, this story needs more sMex! The more the better I say. *snicker- dirty authoress!* HeY MaLIk! Quit acting like Bakura!!! (wait..I take that back..Ryou might like that..)

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We’ll just have to wait and see how this goes...see ya there! (I hope!)
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