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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!

Title: Hellraisers III: Items of Mass Dysfunction
Author: MarikIshtar77
Summary: Darker than the previous Hellraisers; "Hellraisers III: Items of Mass Dysfunction," takes the series in a different direction. Would you be willing to break every commandment to save someone you love to hate?
for things to come full circle.
Rating: According to AFF’s standards. I have to give this story an NC-17 rating. Compared to the
things in my cryptic mind though, it’s an easy G. O.o (run grasshopper, RUN!)
Pairing(s): Whoever is horny is going to screw, it’s that easy.
Feedback: Desired. (Isn’t that a sexy word?)
Characters: All the sexy boys from Yu-Gi-Oh plus a couple sexy new characters I’ve brought
into the Hellraisers mess.
Betas: heeeeeeeeere......beta, beta, here girl!
Author’s notes: For periodic sneak peaks of HR3, you can check at http://theishtargate.livejournal.com/, http://community.livejournal.com/hellraisers/, and (rarely) http://crashblack.livejournal.com/
*Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh and the only profit I’m making from this is the intense one
second orgasms I get reading your reviews. (Muses: O.o...nasty...)
Hellraisers III: Items of Mass Dysfunction
Chapter 1: Bad Company
            Bakura tapped away at the keyboard as he stared at the bright computer screen. The only
other noise in the tiny motel room was the sound of a mouse scurrying in the wall.
Ryou laid quietly on the bed with his eyes closed, but he was still very awake. He and Bakura
had spent the evening at the movie theater eating over priced theater candy and guzzling down as
much free soda as they could get. Wired was a total understatement. They both were juiced up to
their eyeballs on sugar and caffeine.
Ryou shot up straight when he heard his yami curse their computer to the lowest level of hell
...times ten.
“Password rejected?!? I’ll teach you to reject me you piece of modern fuck!”
Bakura jumped up and snarled venomously at the screen, knocking the chair over. He did a
quick scan of the room with his eyes. He spotted the baseball bat he liked to keep next to the
front entry door.
Ryou followed Bakura’s gaze to the bat, than he ran quickly over to the computer and shielded it
using his body. “No! You are not going to destroy another computer!” he protested.
Bakura grabbed the bat and his long, black leather trench coat and reached for the door knob. He
looked back at Ryou as he opened the door. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t destroy our computer, it’s
much to important. I know of a better way to handle my frustrations.”
Ryou swallowed hard as he watched his yami leave. “Um... o...kay,” he said to himself as he
walked back over to the bed and laid back down.

            “Marik? Can we PLEASE pull over? I REALLY need to pee!” Malik pleaded, wiggling
around uncomfortably in the passenger seat of Marik’s pimped out black van.
Marik slammed his foot down on the break and steered the van sharply onto the side of the road.
“Get out and piss than, you whiney little tit-boy. Geesh.”
“Just be thankful I didn’t whip it out and piss in your soda...” Malik growled under his breath
and he relieved himself in the grassy ditch.
Marik pounded his hand on the steering wheel. “Come on, hurry the fuck up. Quit jerking
yourself off and lets get a move on, boy! Time is wasting!”
Malik rolled his eyes, “So what’s the hurry anyway? It’s not like we have a home to go to, or
..anything at all.”
Marik grabbed a pack of menthol cigarettes off the dashboard and lit the last one up. “None of
your business, now zip your shit up and let’s haul ass.”
Malik growled as he zipped up his pants and got back in the van. He snatched the cigarette away
from Marik and glared, “Get your own cigarette and quit smoking mine up all the time.”
Marik stomped on the gas pedal, throwing Malik forward against the dashboard. He cast a quick
glare at Malik as he drove like a maniac down the dark road. A small grin crept onto his face as
he watched Malik gripping the dashboard tightly, fearing for his life.
“Give me that cigarette and I’ll slow down,” Marik smirked as he increased his speed and raced
around a sharp corner, just barely keeping the tires on the road.
The van tilted to the side and Malik was thrown against the door. He growled as he handed
Marik the cigarette. “Fine, fine! Here, take it! Good Ra... a cigarette isn’t worth dying for.”
Marik yanked the cigarette away from Malik and slammed on his breaks, throwing Malik
forward against the windshield. He calmly took a drag of the cigarette as he reduced his speed
and drove less erratically. “Good boy,” he smirked as he exhaled the smoke.
Malik sat back in his seat and clipped on his safety belt. He took a few deep breathes as he
rubbed his forehead. “Great, now I’m going to have a big nasty bump right in the middle of my
head. You.Fucking.Suck.”
Marik grinned evilly as he took a drag of the cigarette and blew the smoke at Malik, “And you
fucking love it.”
Malik rolled his eyes and sighed. He rolled down his window and stared out the window at the
moon glowing brightly above the passing landscape.

            Bakura leaned his blood stained baseball bat back in its place behind the door as shed
himself of his leather coat. He sighed contently as he opened the mini-refrigerator on the table
and got himself a beer. He looked around the sparsely furnished, dimly lit hotel room as he
opened his beer and sat on the bed, careful not to jostle Ryou. He toed off his boots and kicked
them onto the floor. He scooted his butt a little and leaned back against the headboard of the
bed, taking a swig of his beer and sighing contently.
“You’re back early,” Ryou yawned, not bothering to turn over.
Bakura glanced at the alarm clock as he reached over and patted Ryou’s butt through the thin
blanket. “Just go back to sleep,” he said in a hushed voice, rubbing Ryou’s butt.
Ryou moaned softly as shifted his hips closer to his yami.
Bakura’s hand slid over as Ryou moved, right onto Ryou’s lower pelvic region.
The yami’s eyes widened in shock as his fingers brushed over a rock hard penis. “Holy shit,” he
grinned, patting Ryou’s erection, “dreaming about Pegasus again?”
“EWWWE!” Ryou laughed in disgust, jabbing his elbow into Bakura’s ribs.
Bakura set his beer down on the nightstand and quickly moved on top of Ryou, pinning him to
the bed with his hips.
“My, my...what big..eyes you have..hikari...” the white haired thief purred, grinning deviously
down at Ryou.
Ryou bit down on his tongue as he stared back into Bakura’s dark, menacing eyes.
Bakura touched Ryou between his legs, the blanket preventing him from making complete
physical contact. He leaned over and licked Ryou’s lips, sliding his tongue slowly along the
warm flesh.
Ryou moaned softly as he opened his mouth, allowing Bakura access to it’s moist, velvety
depths.
Bakura slipped his tongue into Ryou’s mouth, indulging in the sweetness and warmth. He
moaned as he rocked his hips, grinding his and Ryou’s bodies together through the thin blanket.
Ryou met with Bakura’s forward motions, whimpering softly as Bakura’s hands slid up his body.
Bakura tugged at the blanket, peeling it down to Ryou’s waist, revealing Ryou’s pale chest.
Ryou nipped at Bakura’s jaw and pulled back, focusing on his yami’s dark, lust filled eyes.
“Could you possibly go brush your teeth? You have blood breath again...” he asked, keeping his
their eyes locked.
A smirk broke onto Bakura’s face as he crawled off of Ryou and flopped down on the bed next
to him. “Well there goes my horny,” the yami laughed, reaching over and playfully messing up
Ryou’s hair.
Ryou chuckled as he rolled over onto his side facing his yami. “Yeah, right... I’m willing to bet
you’re still hard,” he grinned, running his finger down Bakura’s chest.
“What makes you think that?” Bakura asked, shielding his manhood from view.
Ryou rolled his eyes and pointed to a fresh blood splatter on the front of Bakura’s shirt. “You’re
growing too predictable. Every time you come home bloody, I know you’re going to be horny as
a dog.”
Bakura rolled his eyes and slid off the bed, chuckling as he picked up his beer and took a sip, “I
think it’s past your bedtime, boy. Shut up and go back to sleep now.”
“Night, yami,” Ryou chuckled as he pulled the blanket up and rolled onto his side.
Bakura smirked as he walked over to the table and lit up a cigarette.
It was once again quiet in the small rented room.
The peaceful dark silence was broken by a hard rapping at the door. Bakura froze for a minute
and glanced at the window.

            “Okay, Crash, I’ll see you tomorrow, same place same time,” a man said to Marik as he
walked away from the van. His long black coat jingled as he walked away.
“Later, Snake,” Marik answered as he shifted the van into drive.
“Who was that?” Malik yawned as he crawled from the back of the van into the front passenger
seat, his blonde hair sticking up almost as much as Marik’s.
Marik handed Malik a freshly opened pack of menthol cigarettes. “That, my boy, was our ticket
out of living in this van.”
“Oh. Thanks,” Malik smiled, taking out a cigarette and handing the pack back to Marik. His
smiled grew lopsided when he noticed that tell-tale evil grin on Marik’s face. He bit his lower lip
as he fished his cigarette lighter out of his pants pocket, “So where are we sleeping tonight?”
Marik shrugged his shoulders.
Malik sighed as he exhaled his cigarette smoke, “You know, it’s all your fault we’re living in
this van. If you wouldn’t have filled the bathtub with gasoline and tossed Bakura’s cigarette in it,
we’d still have a place to call home.”
Marik shrugged his shoulders, “It was the only way I could think of to get rid of that soap scum
ring.”
Malik closed his eyes. Living with Marik made life a three ring circus. If he wasn’t destroying
something, it only meant he was gathering his implements of destruction. He was always up to
something, making it difficult to keep up with him and his insane plots. It wasn’t easy living
with him.
“Malik?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re so sexy,” Marik winked, letting go of the steering wheel to rub Malik’s upper thigh with
his hand.
Malik smiled and paid his hand on top of Marik’s. “I know, you can thank me for it later.”
Marik growled like a desert cat in heat as he squeezed Malik’s thigh, taking his eyes off of the
road to look at Malik.
Marik slid his fingers into Malik’s pants, brushing them lightly over the tip of Malik’s manhood.
Malik shifted his hips lower in the seat, allowing Marik further access. He moaned softly as
Marik flicked the button of his jeans open with his thumb. The zipper opened itself as Marik
reached in and gripped Malik’s shaft. The heat from Marik’s hand went through his skin, setting
his desire on fire. Malik’s arousal twitched in Marik’s hand.
Marik glanced down at the growing muscle in his hand and grinned. “Fuck, Malik.. Did your
dick get bigger since the last time I groped it?”
Malik rolled his eyes and looked out the window, “Oh gods, Marik...
Marik chuckled as he continued stroking Malik’s length, not paying attention to the road ahead.
Malik’s eyes widened as he spotted an oncoming car. He quickly grabbed the wheel, steering the
van back into their lane.
The car honked as the vehicles passed each other.
“Damn it, Marik! Watch the road!” Malik scolded, but followed up with a small laugh.
Marik let go of Malik and put his hands back on the steering wheel, snickering at his own
insanity.
Malik shook his head as he zipped up his pants. “One of these days you are going to get us
killed, and you know what?”
Marik grinned at Malik, knowing full well danger turned Malik on just as much as it did himself.
“What?”
Malik scrunched up his nose and crossed his arms. He let out a deep breath. Than he turned and
punched Marik in the arm. “That scared the shit out of me!”
Marik gradually brought the van down in speed and turned off into a trail in the woods next to a
bridge. He stopped the van and turned off the key.
Malik’s eyed widened as he felt Marik’s lips against his shoulder. “Marik... I don’t know about
this... what if we get caught?”
“Than we’ll give them a show,” Marik chuckled, rubbing his hand on Malik’s stomach as he
kissed up his neck.
Malik laughed softly as Marik’s tongue traced along the outer rim of his ear. “Hot damn... keep
going...” me moaned.
Marik grazed his teeth along Malik’s jaw, than attacked Malik’s mouth with his own vicious
kiss.
Malik moaned loudly into Marik’s mouth, pulling Marik over on top of him.
Both their eyes widened as a bright beam of light hit both their faces.
“Alright Ishtars, we know your in there, you know the drill,” the police officer said firmly.
Marik groaned in protest as he pulled away from the kiss.
Malik let out a growl.
They both reached for their door handles and got out of the vehicle with their hands behind their
heads.

            Bakura looked out into the hall through the peephole in the door and swallowed hard.
He darted over to the bed and shook Ryou. “Hey, wake up! There are uniformed police officers
at the door, we gotta get out of here!”
Ryou growled as he was pulled from his sleep.
Bakura shoved some things into a bag and hopped out the window, pulling Ryou along with him.
“Going somewhere, boys?” a police officer asked, aiming a flashlight at Bakura and Ryou.
Bakura looked around.
They were surrounded, and there was no means to escape.
“Son of a bitch,” Bakura grumbled as he and Ryou both were hauled away in handcuffs.
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