Love Lies

Runaway

LEMON ALERT! Marik x Bakura! Up to their usual!

            Marik squirmed to get away from Bakura. They struggled briefly, but Bakura had the
upper hand and slammed Marik down onto his stomach.

“Oh shit” Marik winced as he hit the ground with a thud..

Bakura started to laugh as he bound Marik’s wrists behind his back with thorns he’d broken off
from a tangle of them around a grave stone.

“You are NOT using that on me!” Marik protested as he gaped in horror at the Millennium Rod.

Bakura continued to wrap layers of thorns securely around the wrists of the Egyptian.

“And what makes you think that? You want it back, don’t you?”

Marik twitched nervously, not taking his eyes off of Bakura.

“Oh for the love of Ra, Bakura, that’s downright sadistic! Can’t you just choke me or break my
arms instead?”

Bakura tightened the thorns around Marik’s wrists, causing them to pierce through his smooth
skin. Marik didn’t even flinch.

“There, you won’t be as likely to fight me now.”

Bakura stood up and pulled Marik to his feet. Marik watched the sneaky tomb robber with a
nervous eye.

“What are you up to?”

Bakura smiled cynically as he wrapped his arms around Marik’s slender waist. He pulled him in
and brought their hips together.

Bakura brought Marik into a kiss as he gripped tightly onto Marik’s back side.

“Ishtar.......you’re so hot”

Marik gulped audibly as the white haired yami slipped his tongue into his warm mouth. Bakura
gripped tightly onto Marik’s hips and he began to rhythmically grind their bodies together.

Marik’s body began to betray him. The sensations Bakura was creating temporarily caused him
to forget Bakura’s possible intentions.

“Mm..Bakura....” he moaned into the kiss.

Bakura brought his arms around Marik and massaged his strong shoulders. Slowly, he
feathered his long, slender fingers down Marik’s chest and over his toned stomach, eliciting a
pleasure filled moan from the blond.

 Bakura slowly kissed his way down the Egyptians chest, stopping momentarily to tease Marik’s
nipples with his tongue. He licked his way down to Marik’s manhood and lightly ran his tongue
along the bundle of nerves. Marik’s breathing grew deeper. His arousal twitched longingly as
Bakura orally evoked his erection with his tongue. Bakura got down on his knees and engulfed
Marik’s entire length into his mouth. Marik closed his eyes tightly and bit down hard on his
bottom lip.

“Oh gods Bakura......fuck yeah.....so hot.”

Bakura glanced up at Marik’s face and grinned with satisfaction. He loved the faces Marik made
when they did this. The way Marik would grit his teeth and close his eyes when he was trying to
hold back drove absolutely Bakura wild. Marik’s began thrusting into Bakura mouth.

“Gonna.......come.......oh gods” Marik moaned as he reached full arousal.

Bakura pulled his lips away before Marik could experience release. Marik whimpered in protest.

“Don’t........stop...please.....more....” Marik pleaded.

Bakura pulled Marik onto the ground and forced him onto his back. Marik couldn’t help but feel
fear once again as the Millennium Rod caught his eye.

Bakura straddled Marik’s hips and leaned over his quaking lover. He bit down hard into Marik’s
shoulder, causing Marik to bleed. Marik whimpered as Bakura reached for the handle of the rod.

“NOOOOOO........Bakura, PLEASE! I’m begging you!” Marik protested. The thorns wrapped
around his wrists only dug in deeper the more he struggled.

Bakura just laughed evilly.

“You’re such a whiney bitch Ishtar.”

Marik laid helplessly still under the spirit of the ring.

“Don’t do this Bakura.......it’s just too much.”

Bakura smiled at the golden rod in his hand. He brought Marik’s arms above his head and started
to laugh.

“I love watching you fight this Ishtar. You; under me. At my mercy. Do you like feeling helpless
Ishtar? Do you like being bound and vulnerable?”

Marik refused to answer Bakura. His face went pale as Bakura traced his chest with the tip of the
rod.

Marik’s body quivered.

“Gods Bakura, I don’t mind you’re dick up my ass, but the rod? Come on now!”

Bakura looked at the rod with a big grin.

“Are you saying you’re chicken-shit?”

Marik R’t want to admit it, but yes. He was very chicken-shit.

He reluctantly nodded his head and looked away.

“YES! I’m chicken-shit, ALRIGHT? THERE! I said it! Are youisfiisfied?”

Bakura cocked his head enthusiastically.

“So the mighty Marik Ishtar isn’t man enough to handle the rod?”

Marik growled angrily.

“Don’t push me Bakura.”

“Oh Ishtar- I play for keeps, and I play to win. I gotta do what I gotta do. ” Bakura laughed as he
suddenly bought the rod down between Marik’s wrists between the thorns.

Marik whimpered as the thorns tightened around his wrists.

“I didn’t intend to fuck you with the rod, but it was sure a turn on seeing you beg a mere thief.”

Marik glared at Bakura.

“Asshole.”

Bakura laughed as he positioned himself over Marik’s hips. He slowly brought Marik’s arousal
into his own body.

He groaned as Mariks girth pressed through his tight canal.

“Oh fuck Bakura........oh yeah” Marik moaned as Bakura’s body tightened around him. Bakura
began to move his hips rhythmically onto Marik. He stoked his own arousal as Marik bucked up
into his movements.

“So tight........gods” Marik moaned.

Bakura could feel Marik growing excited underneath him. Marik’s facial expressions turned
him on immensely, and he stroked himself faster.

“Gonna.......come.......BAKURA!” Marik screamed as his fluids filled Bakura passage. Bakura
slammed himself onto Marik faster to pull every last drop of release out. Before Marik could
catch his breath, Bakura re positioned himself and shoved his arousal down Marik’s throat.

Marik willingly took in his lover. He greedily sucked at the taut flesh.

Bakura moaned and whimpered as Marik’s mouth took him in and out. Before long, Bakura’s
release erupted into Marik’s mouth. Marik licked every last drop before pulled his mouth away.

Bakura collapsed onto Marik, both of them completely breathless.

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            Tristan groggily packed his lunch; a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a powered donut,
and 2 cans of Coke.

Isis walked into the kitchen wearing a crisp white bathrobe and her hair up in a towel.

“Has my brother returned yet?” she ask as she poured herself a glass of juice.

Tristan shook his head.

“No”

Isis let out a long sigh.

“Maybe I was too hard on him.”

Tristan continued getting ready for work. He yawned repeatedly from lack of sleep. Once he’d
finished tying his steel toe work boots, he threw on a baseball cap and headed for the door.

“See ya later, babe.” he called out to Isis as he walked out.

“Wait! Tristan........” Isis said quickly.

Tristan cringed as he turned around.

“Yeah?”

“When will you be home tonight?”

Tristan bit his bottom lip nervously.

“I- uh........can’t say for sure. We’re putting new siding on one of those fancy-ass houses on the
rich side of town. It might be late.”

Isis’s blue eyes suddenly grew dark.

“Be home by six........or else.”

Tristan wanted to scream out in anger. He was tired of getting the third degree all the time for no
real reason. It wasn’t like he was running around sleeping with anybody on the nights he worked
late. Sure he stopped for a beer with the guys every now and than, but that was it. Pregnant or
not, he didn’t feel Isis had the right to tell him what to do.

“I’ll be home after work.” he stated firmly as he stormed out the door. He could hear Isis yelling
something behind him, but he didn’t wait to listen. He slipped his helmet over his head and took
off on his motorcycle.

            Tristan drove around thinking. He was too upset to go to work. His mind was racing a
million miles an hour. He pondered why he was even with Isis. Sure she was beautiful, but was it
worth going insane just to have a gorgeous trophy by his side? He knew there was more to a
relationship than just a physical attraction. Before Isis got pregnant she was calm, cool, and
collected. Once she reached her second trimester, that’s when she changed. On many occasions
Tristan joked with Joey and Yugi about Isis having an evil demon in her just like Malik. The
only difference being Malik’s darker half lusted for ultimate power, and Isis’s just wanted to eat
pounds chocolate chip cookie dough and control Tristan’s life. He couldn’t handle how
dominating Isis had become. He’d been mistreated and just needed to get away. He knew what
he had to do.

Tristan drove his motorcycle across town to a tavern called “High Rollers.”

No taverns were open at this hour, but Tristan wasn’t intending on getting loaded.

He parked his motorcycle behind some trees and walked up a set of stairs that lead to the second
floor of the building. He knocked on the door and waited patiently for somebody to answer.

Moments later he heard the knob turn and the door opened.

“Tristan, long time no see,” Duke grinned. “Come on in.”

Tristan followed Duke, who had wrapped a blanket around his waist, into the small upstairs
apartment and into a cozy little livingroom.

Duke picked up a remote control and turned down the television. He’d had some music video
station on rather loud.

He flopped back onto the couch and looked at Tristan.

“Well have a seat man, don’t be shy. What brings you here?”

Tristan couldn’t help but notice how different Duke looked with his hair down. His raven locks
created a harmony with his emerald eyes. He must have been sleeping on the couch, because
there was a pillow behind him that looked slept on. Duke started running his fingers through his
hair to remove any possible snarls. He looked tired, but even so, he still had a fire in his eyes.
That’s one thing Tristan had noticed early on about Duke, he always looked like he wanted to bite somebody.

 Tristan didn’t know why, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of Duke.

“I..uh.......” Tristan replied nervously as he sat on a light blue recliner.

Duke pulled his knees to his chest and laughed.

“Cat got your tongue, Taylor? Did Joey try kissing you agor sor something?”

Tristan shook his head and tried to smile.

“Sorry dude, I’m just a little distraught”

Duke got up off the couch and smiled.

“Care for a beer?”

Tristan nodded his head.

“A beer would be great, thanks”

Duke returned from the kitchen moments later and handed Tristan his drink.

“So did Isis bitch you out pretty bad?”

Tristan rolled his eyes and took a big swig of his beer.

“Fucken little bitch didn’t even let me get a word in. I just stood there looking like a dumbfuck
while she cut me to the bone. She’s always making me feel like shit. I can’t deal with it anymore
Duke, what should I do?”

Duke stroked his chin and pondered Tristan’s conundrum.

Visibly on the verge of a breakdown, Tristan continued to talk.

“I can’t seem to do anything right for her anymore, no matter how hard I try. I gave the hell up.”

Duke set his beer on the coffee table and crossed his arms.

“Are you considering leaving her?”

Tristan ran his fingers over his hair and groaned.

“I don’t know man. If she wasn’t carrying my kid I’d say yeah. But I ain’t the kind of guy that
just takes off and leaves their kid without a father.

Duke nodded his head.

“Yeah, but even so, do you want your kid growing up in a hostile environment? If Isis is driving
you nuts now, imagine what things will be like once the kid comes.”

                                     

Tristan closed his eyes and pictured what the future possible held for him.

***Tristan’s future sight***

Baby: WHAAAAAAAAAAAA! WHAAAAAAA!

Isis: TRISSSSSSSTANNNNNNNN!

Malik: (half drunk and taking a bubble bath) ) Get some duct tape on that kids mouth or I’m
going to fucking ki-“

Isis: Shut up Malik and get out of the tub! You’ve been in there for 3 hours straight!”

(Isis runs and cradles baby in her arms)

Isis: Ohhh...........it’s okay sweety, mommy’s here.......we won’t let Uncle Malik tape your mouth
shut. No we won’t! Maybe we should go stuff his head under the water and see how long it takes
his drunken ass to drown! Isn’t that right my sweety?”

Baby- WHAAAAAAAAAAAA! WHAAAAAAAAAA!

Malik: (walks out of bathroom naked and dripping with water)

Isis: (Covers her eyes) “I don’t need to see that Malik Ishtar. Can’t you use a towel like normal
people?”

Malik: “Blah Blah Blah. Shut the fuck up. Hey Tristan! Go buy me a case of my usual, and hurry
it up!”

Tristan: I’m busy making supper, scrubbing the floors, folding laundry, and making a bottle, why
don’t you go get your own damn alcohol!”

Malik: Because I lost my license!

Isis: WHAT! You lost your license again?!? If you keep fucking off you’re going to get deported!
Tristan, kick my brothers stupid ass for me, I’m busy changing a diaper!”

Malik: “Lick my bal-“

Isis: MALIK!!!! Watch that mouth of yours. TRISSSSTANNN........can you come here
pleassssssssse?”

***end future sight***

Tristan shuddered as the images slowly faded from his mind.

“I am so fucking screwed.” he groaned.

Duke shrugged his shoulders.

“You’ll only get screwed if you let yourself get screwed”

Tristan opened his eyes and looked up at Duke. He noticed he had an amused expression on his
face. He also noticed somebody else in the room. Tristan swallowed hard as when his eyes met
with the newcomers.

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 HA HA! I bet you thought Marik was gonna get the rod up his ass! I’d save something like that
for an asshole like Bandit Keith! *gag*

Next update: Thursday or Friday (aiming for Thursday)