Hellraisers

Fallen Angels; Broken Hearts

***I think I got this chappie fixed...*le sigh* Thank you Yakari Taito for finding the problem!



A/N: I suppose I should warn ya’ll (like you didn’t expect this, right?) YUGI x BAKURA lemon.
There. I said it. Happy ficcing now.

Bakura slowly tilted Yugi’s delicate chin up with two fingers. He leaned down to kiss the
crying hikari. Before their lips could even met though, they were stopped suddenly by a loud
“thunk” sound that resonated from Ryou’s room.

Bakura’s wily brown eyes met with Yugi’s face for a split second before the agile thief sprung
up and bolted to Ryou’s room.

“What the hells going on!” He exclaimed as he bent down to pick up a lamp that was laying on
the floor.

“I-I.....need...to use.....bathroom.” Ryou croaked, half hanging off the bed. His face was much
paler now, and had developed dark circles under his eyes, making him look like the living dead.

Bakura scratched his head. “Are you implying that you need my help?”

Ryou whimpered softly. “Please?”

Bakura wasn’t quite sure how to do this. Caring for the sick was not his forté.

“What am I suppose to do?” he ask, looking down at his light.

“I think he needs your help getting there.” Yugi answered him as he stood in the doorway.

Bakura made a sour face.

“Fuck that, he can piss in the bed.”

“Bakura!” Yugi exclaimed, crossing his arms.

Bakura glanced back at Yugi and made a face.

“Do I look like his servant? I think not!”

Yugi rolled his eyes and walked into the room next to the bed. He reached for Ryou’s hand and
wrapped his arm around him.

“I’ll help you Ryou, c’mere.”

Bakura rolled his eyes.

“I suppose you’re going to hold it for him too, eh? You hikari’s are so pathetic sometimes.”

Yugi helped Ryou up off the bed and lead him across the hall into the bathroom. Bakura stood in
the doorway looking smug as Yugi helped Ryou. He lit up a cigarette and grunted.

“Pathetic” he scoffed as he walked away. As he entered the living-room, the phone rang. Bakura
picked it up and answered on his way to the sofa.

“What” he said sharply, unconcerned with telephone etiquette.

//Hi Bakura, how’s Ryou doing?// Malik asked from the other end of the line.

“He’s still sick.” Bakura answered casually as he picked the television remote up off the floor
next to the sofa.

//Is he any better at all?//

“I don’t fucking know.” Bakura griped as he repeatedly pressed the power button on the remote,
getting no response from the tv set. “Fucking piece of shit.” he mumbled.

//Who me?// Malik asked, sounding surprised.

“Yeah, you, little twit. NO, the device used to turn the television on isn’t responding.”

//Maybe the batteries are dead.// Malik suggested.

“What’re you talking about? What’s a battery?” Bakura asked curiously as he shook the little
black box furiously in his hand.

//Tell you what, I’ll take a look at it when I get there. My shift here ends in 10 minutes, so I’ll be
there in 20.//

“Whatever makes you happy. We’ll be here.” Bakura answered flatly.

//Tell Ryou I love him.//

“Yeah, sure, whatever.”

Bakura hung up the phone. He sat on the sofa giving the remote control the evil eye.

“You’re lucky, if I had the Millennium Ring you’d be in the Shadow Realm, you useless piece of
foreign shit.”

“Who are you talking to?” Yugi asked as he walked back into the livingroom.

Bakura pitched the remote control onto the coffee table and sighed.

“Nobody. Malik’s on his way over to see Ryou. I guess that means either we fuck really fast, or
just forget about it.”

Yugi stared down at his shoes as he thought.

“How fast can you be?” he looked up and asked after a minute.

An impish grin crept onto Bakura’s lips. “I can be very fast, if need be.”

Yugi got up and pulled his jeans off, laying them across the coffee table.

“Than let’s do it.” he grinned as he crawled on top of Bakura, straddling the yami’s hips.

“Wow” Bakura laughed as Yugi’s unexpected behavior surprised him. Yugi wrapped his arms
around Bakura’s shoulders and brought him into a deep kiss, not wasting any time.

Bakura reached around him and slowly ran his hands down Yugi’s back, stopping at the youth’s
boxers.

“These need to go.”

Holding Yugi in his arms, Bakura shifted around and playfully threw Yugi down onto the soft
sofa cushions. He quickly removed Yugi’s boxers, not even paying attention to where they’d
landed.

Yugi whimpered as Bakura’s warm mouth latched onto his left nipple. Bakura’s tongue
repeatedly flicked over the sensitive area, leaving Yugi moaning softly.

Bakura removed his own jeans as he pleasured the writhing hikari below him with his mouth. As
soon as Bakura had stripped himself, Yugi reached down and wrapped his small hand around
Bakura’s growing arousal.

Bakura hissed as he sucked in air between his teeth as Yugi stroked his length. Yugi’s soft touch
teased Bakura to full arousal.

Bakura was quick to grab both of Yugi’s legs and place them over his shoulders. He positioned
himself to penetrate Yugi without any sort of preperation.

“Bakura......please....no...we need lube.” Yugi whimpered, feeling Bakura’s pulsating manhood
pressing against his skin.

Bakura looked around the room, grinning as he spotted the bottle of cheap wine he’d been
drinking earlier.

“Not a problem.” he smirked as he opened the bottle and took a big gulp of the red liquid.

Fortunately, Bakura also found a towel on the floor. He’d left it laying there after he’d showered.

He grabbed the towel and placed it under Yugi’s butt.

“Ryou would shit himself if we messed up his sofa.” Bakura chuckled as he poured some of the
wine between them, taking another big swallow before settling the bottle aside.

Yugi clenched his eyes shut tightly and gasped as Bakura eased his length into him.

Bakura winced as he fully penetrated Yugi.

“Oh gods, damn Yugi, you’re so fucking tight.”

Yugi ran his hand up Bakura’s firm stomach, stopping for a moment to tease the yami’s nipples
with his thumbs.

Bakura closed his eyes. A pleasure filled moan escaped his lips as he started moving within the
hikari.

“I .....must....be quick.” he reminded Yugi as he quickened his pace, causing Yugi to shiver and
shake. He was breathing so fast he sounded like a dog panting in a heatwave

Bakura found himself pounding fiercely into Yugi, satisfying his own needs before his lover’s.
Yugi’s silky smooth skin rubbing against his own only strengthened his dark desire to take the
pharaoh’s light for all he was worth.

“Bakura, you’re killing me!” Yugi gasped as he dug his fingers into Bakura’s shoulders.

Bakura looked down at Yugi. Devilish lust clouded his mind, animalistic need driving his libido.
Tears falling from violet eyes over flushed red cheeks left small stains on the sofa cushion on
either side of Yugi’s angelic face.

“Please go slower?” Yugi whimpered innocently.

Bakura suddenly came back to his senses. Even though he loved to hear Yugi begging him, he
knew he couldn’t scare Yugi away by allowing himself sole satisfaction. After all, Yugi was the
only piece of action he had going on currently. Bakura snarled as he managed to soften his harsh
thrusts.

“Yugi......I couldn’t help myself.......you feel so good when I’m inside of you.”

Yugi bit his lip and wiped his eyes. Bakura caught his breath as he slowed.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, it’s just......you’re so fuckable, Yugi.” he said in his own defense.

Yugi smiled up at Bakura and brushed his hand along the yami’s cheek, taking a stray lock of
Bakura’s spiky white hair and curling it around his finger.

“Does fucking me hard turn you on?” he asked gingerly.

Surprise spread across Bakura’s face. Did the innocent little Yugi just say what he thought he
said?

“Yes, it does.” Bakura confessed, bringing himself to a stop.

Yugi leaned up and kissed Bakura’s cheek.

“Than do it, I guess. Just don’t kill me.” He whispered in Bakura’s ear.

Bakura pulled his face away and cocked his head.

“But Yugi, I.......”

Yugi stopped Bakura from finishing what he was going to say by pressing his lips against his
lover’s and jabbing his tongue into Bakura’s mouth.

“If you need it.....take it.” Yugi moaned as his lips caressed the warmth of Bakura’s mouth.

Bakura swallowed hard and glanced at the time on the VCR.

//Shit!// he thought to himself, realizing Malik would be arriving soon.

Bakura knew what he had to do.

He leaned back, pulling Yugi down with him onto the sofa.

“Ride me” he whispered in the hikari’s ear.

Yugi was visibly surprised at Bakura’s request, but very willing to honor it.

“Are ya sure?” he asked timidly.

Bakura closed his eyes.

“Do it before I change my mind!” he growled.

Yugi nodded his head. He rested his palms on Bakura’s shoulders and slowly began riding
Bakura’s length.

“Oh gods, Yugi...” Bakura moaned under the hikari’s steady movements. He could feel Yugi’s
body shaking above him every time he came down.

“Bakura......please, touch me.” Yugi sighed longingly.

Bakura obliged Yugi’s request, reaching down and wrapping each of his long, snakey fingers
individually around Yugi’s arousal.

“Oh Bakura!” Yugi moaned loudly as the yami slowly pumped his hard on. Yugi’s pre-cum

served at a perfect lubricant as it seeped out from the slit at the tip of his shaft. Bakura moved
his hand in rhythm with Yugi’s movements, feeling the hikari’s release nearing.

“Come for me Yugi, you know you want to.” Bakura purred as he arched his hips upward,
pushing himself up into Yugi’s tight heat.

Yugi suddenly dug his nails into Bakura’s shoulders and screamed his name.

“Oh god Bakura! Oh god, oh god, oh GOD!”

Bakura grinned. He’d just felt himself brush up against Yugi’s prostrate, sending the youth over
the edge.

“That’s right, Yugi, come for me....” he growled as he felt his own release nearing.

Yugi slammed down onto Bakura’s throbbing manhood, impaling himself hard on the tomb
robber repeatedly. He climaxed wildly and released his essence out onto Bakura’s chest and
stomach.

The sensation of Yugi riding him hard brought Bakura to his climax. He grabbed Yugi’s hips
and slammed him down hard onto him.

Yugi collapsed in a heap on top of Bakura breathing heavily. Bakura laid still as the last drops of
his essence filled Yugi’s passage.

“Oh my god” Yugi panted as he rested his cheek on Bakura’s shoulder.

After catching his breath, Bakura began to laugh.

Yugi looked up at him with curiosity.

“What’s so funny?”

Bakura wrapped his arm around Yugi’s waist and grinned.

“You’re a fun little fuck. I like how you refer to me as your “god” in the midst of pleasure.”

Yugi scrunched up his nose and playfully smacked Bakura’s chest with his hand.

“Why am I not surprised?” he chuckled.

Just as Yugi was about to pull off of Bakura, there was a knock at the door.

“Shit. It’s Malik.” Bakura growled, grabbing for his jeans.

Yugi rolled off of Bakura and scooped up his clothes. “I’ll go dress in the bathroom.” he said as
he scrambled away.

Bakura zipped up his fly as he opened the door.

“He’s still in bed.” Bakura said before Malik could ask anything.

“Thanks.” Malik nodded as he walked on in.

Bakura lit up an after-sex cigarette and turned on the television.

Malik stopped and looked back at him.

“Has Ryou been up at all?”

“Not really” Bakura mused as he flipped through the channels.

Yugi walked out of the bathroom with a great big, enthusiastic smile.

“Hi Malik! How’s it going?”

Malik was starting to suspect something had just “happened” between Bakura and Yugi. Bakura
was too calm and Yugi was way to chipper. And by the looks of the wine stained (it was wine,
right?) towel on the messed up sofa, and Yugi’s boxers hanging from the ceiling fan, it
confirmed his suspicions. It was the perfect time to get a burn in!

Malik looked back at Bakura with a big grin.

“You know Bakura, with Ryou being down for the count at the moment, you really should
consider cleaning up this room. It smells like fuck.” Malik had a hard time not laughing at his
own comment. He had to bite his lip.

Bakura looked up at Malik with an evil scowl. Just to add a little drama, Bakura made his eyes
glow evilly for a few second.

“Must remind you of home than, eh?”Yugi chuckled as he brushed passed Malik and took a seat
on the sofa.

Malik shook his head and walked into Ryou’s room.

Bakura smiled as he sat next to Yugi. “Nice burn.”

Yugi grinned sheepishly.

“Yeah, well, he was asking for it.”

Bakura tilted his head to the side and leaned over to kiss Yugi. Yugi reached up and buried his
small fingers in Bakura’s tousled white mane. They pulled away slowly, neither one really
wanting to stop.

“Yugi” Bakura said in a raspy voice as he gazed into Yugi’s amazing violet eyes.

“Bakura” Yugi smiled, slowly running his fingers through Bakura’s long hair.

After dropping his arsenal of explosives off at home and having a few beers, Marik
headed back to the game shop to see Yami. The former pharaoh was taking care of a customer
when the Egyptian arrived.

“Thank you for stopping, I hope those cards help you at the finals.” Yami said to the young boy
leaving the shop.

The boy turned around smiling. “I know they will, you picked them out! Thank you Yugi!
You’re so cool!”

Marik covered his mouth and chuckled. Yami loved getting his ego stroked, even if it was under
Yugi’s identity.

“Come back soon” Yami smiled at the boy as he left.

Marik sided up to Yami once they had the shop all to themselves. He grabbed Yami around his
waist and brought him into a searing kiss.

“Hey baby” the Egyptian grinned, “Feel like closing up shop for a while and going upstairs?”

Yami licked his lips and sighed.

“I’d like to do that, but.......I can’t really close up the shop.”

Marik pushed Yami back against the wall and pinned him back by his wrists, kissing him even
more fervently.

“We can do it right here than.”

Yami moaned softly as Marik assaulted his neck with a barrage of needy nips and kisses.

“Marik.......I have.....to watch.....the shop, please......”

Marik didn’t stop though, he continued ravishing the former pharaoh.

“C’mon baby, I need you.” Marik purred as he fumbled with the zipper of Yami’s jeans.

Yami gasp loudly as Marik’s fingers snaked into his jeans, finding Yami’s manhood.

“Marik, I mean it, we can’t do this right now.” Yami protested, pulling away.

Marik’s eyes darkened.

“Why do you always have to be such a bitch, Yami? Don’t I mean anything to you?”

Yami ran his fingers through his hair and groaned.

“I’ve got a lot on my mind, I’m sorry.”

Marik silently continued glaring at the former pharaoh. He looked like he wanted to say
something but was choosing to hold it in.

After a minute Marik turned to leave.

“I’m through with playing your fucking games, Yami.”

Yami looked like he wanted to cry. His bottom lip began to tremble.

“Marik.....please,” Yami implored, “please don’t go.”

Marik held the game shop door open and looked back.

“Sorry Yami, I need some time away from you. Don’t bother calling, don’t come over. Just let
me sort this out by myself.”

Yami stared at the door in horror as it swung shut behind Marik.

“No...” Yami hiccupped as tears welled up in his crimson eyes.


“Hey guys, looks who’s up!” Malik grinned as he led Ryou out into the livingroom.

Ryou smiled weakly as Malik helped him onto the sofa.

“Ryou!” Yugi exclaimed.

Malik smiled as he smoothed his hand over Ryou’s bed-messed hair.

Ryou reached for Malik’s hand.

“Feeling sick is no reason to waste away in bed. Besides, I have to start getting ready for youth
group tonight.”

Bakura growled as he got up to get his cigarettes.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He said as he walked past Ryou.

Yugi nodded his head.

“Bakura’s right, Ryou. You feel pretty warm, and you’re beginning to resemble Bakura a little
too much.”

“I HEARD THAT!” Bakura yelled from the kitchen, his lighter flicking in the background.

Malik agreed with Yugi.

“Seriously Ryou, you need to take it easy. You’re starting to run a temperature.”

Ryou shook his head as he slowly got to his feet. “I’m fine, seriously! You don’t all have to
worry so much.”

“You just sit the fuck down.” Bakura scolded his hikari as he walked back in with a lit cigarette
between his lips.

Ryou barely was keeping his balance. He wavered slightly, but forced himself to stay still. “I’m
feeling much better, really.”

Bakura grabbed his jacket. “Ryou, sit your ass down. I’ll go for you, alright?”

Three sets of stunned eyes stared at Bakura.

“For real?” Ryou gasp.

Bakura made a sour face as he exhaled some smoke. “Now you can’t go around saying I never
did anything for you, we have witnesses now.”

Ryou smiled as he sat down next to Malik. “I appreciate this, yami. Just try not getting into too
much trouble.”

Bakura rolled his eyes.

“Just like a bitch, barking orders before giving me the benefit of the doubt.”

Bakura walked to the door and wrapped his hand around the knob.

“So are we fucking going, or what here?”

Bakura opened the door and started to step out, but he suddenly stopped. He stepped aside,
revealing Marik standing there getting ready to knock. He was carrying a bottle of José Quervo
in his other hand, half empty.

“Marik? What are you doing here?” Bakura asked a bit shocked.

“Malik here?”

Bakura nodded. “Over there”

Marik walked in and saw Malik getting his coat on.

“Marik? Why are you here?”

Marik leaned back against the wall and started laughing.

“You’re not going to believe this,” He took a chug of his tequila, “I think I broke up with Yami
today.”

Malik rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right. AGAIN. You two break up at least once a month.”

Marik shook his head. “This time I think it’s for real.”

“Okay, so it’s real. You realize I don’t really give two shits, right? I’m still pissed at you for
getting me thrown in jail, Marik! Do you KNOW how shitty it is in jail?”

Marik wiped his chin with his hand and laughed.

“Don’t worry, I made up for it.”

Malik rolled his eyes again as he walked over by Ryou. He leaned over and kissed Ryou softly
on the lips. “You get better now, okay? Don’t push yourself.”

Ryou sighed as Malik stood up. “I won’t; call me later?”

Malik nodded his head. “Of course.”

Marik looked up from his drunken stupor. “Where are you going?” he asked Malik.

“Youth group, okay? I’ll be home by 9:30.”

Marik turned and gawked at Bakura, than looked at Ryou in total confusion. “Wait a minute-
This doesn’t make sense to me. The good one is skipping church, and the devil reincarnate is
willingly going?”

Yugi nodded his head. “Yeah, that about sums it up.”

Marik took a swig of his booze and chuckled. “I just have to see this, I’m coming with.”

Bakura suddenly smacked himself on the head. “Shit, Yugi.....you have to pick up....grrr...Yami
don’t you?”

Yugi bit his lip and nodded. “M’hm”

Bakura turned to Malik. “Can I take your motorcycle? I promise I won’t take it out on a joyride.”

Malik looked at Bakura sternly and handed him the keys. “Only because I know you and Yami
are not on good terms am I allowing this.”

Bakura snatched the keys and grinned.

“Race you there!”

“Oh shit.” Malik sighed as Bakura tore out the door.

“Hey, wait up! I’m not riding with Yami either!” Marik shouted and he scrambled to catch up
with Bakura.

“Boy, Yami’s fan base seems to be dwindling these days.” Ryou mused.

“He has been acting a little weird.” Yugi added.

“It’s probably Marik’s influence.” Malik laughed, “Come on, let’s go. Love ya Ryou. Take
care.”

Clutching his stomach, Ryou nodded his head. “Love you too.”


Marik got on the motorcycle behind Bakura and wrapped his arms around the thief’s
waist.

“Ooh, kinky!” He chuckled as he wiggled closer to Bakura.

“Just settle down, Ishtar. We have to beat them guys to that monotonous church.” Bakura
snarled.

Marik drank down the rest of his tequila and pitched the bottle onto the lawn.

“That’s right, explain to me again why are you going instead of Ryou.”

Bakura shook his head as he started up the bike.

“The little bastard is lying. Ryou is in more pain now than he was this morning. I can feel it.”

Marik nodded his head. “And you care?”

Bakura rolled his eyes as he revved up the motorcycle.

“That’s none of your business.” Bakura growled as he sped away.


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Next chapter: Kaiba come back into the story again. (Which means the insults will be flying like
mad.) *grin*