Carved in Stone

A/n: Sorry it took so long to get this out......the muses are all nutty over Hellraisers lately. My
muses beg your forgiveness and offer you this lemon as a peace offering.

Kiss of Fire

            Bakura quickly took on Ryou’s gentler appearance. Marik on the other hand, could not
conceal his identity so easily! He’d have to give Malik control of their body, and since Malik
was sick yet, he had to think quickly.

“OOH!! Almighty goddesses, Isis, Nephthysd Had Hathor! I think I’m dying!!!!
uhhhhhh.......Please take me now!!!!” he exclaimed as he pretended to double over in pain,
burying his face in Bakura’s lap.

Bakura looked up from the table at Ramose and smiled politely, “Yes, it’s just us. Malik got
lonely and slithered in here. Can I help you?”

After hearing Marik and Bakura talking about torturing some guy named Pharaoh, he wasn’t
sure he wanted to be in the same room as who he thought was Ryou and Malik. Ramose stepped
back.

“You’re father and I thought something had happened to Malik, but I see he is with you. Sorry to
disturb you.”

“Oooh.....Osiris, is that you???” Marik moaned, just to make his act seem all the more real.

Bakura shrugged his shoulders. “Not a problem.”

 

            As Bakura distracted Ramose, Marik, face still stuffed in Bakura’s lap, got an idea. He
quietly reached up and started unzipping Bakura’s shorts.

“So have you come up with anything interesting?” Ramose ask Bakura.

Bakura shifted around uncomfortably as Marik reached into his shorts. He was having a little
difficulty keeping a straight face.

“Uh.....nothing...um.... up.....yet.” Bakura gulped.

Marik cleverly slipped only the tip of Bakura’s shaft into his mouth, swirling his tongue along
the nerves.

Bakura’s eyes got huge, and he shifted around uneasily in his seat.

Ramose nodded his head. “Very well, I shall tell your father he can relax for the night than. If
you find anything of interest, please tell us.”

Bakura nodded his head, trying his best to restrain himself from crying out like a cat in heat. He
was relieved Ramose was leaving. The fun could start as soon as that guy was gone!

Ramose started walking out, but stopped and turned around again. “Oh, yes, I almost forgot to
tell you; A team of archeologists from Great Britain, France and Germany will be arriving
tomorrow. Your father and I will be busy dealing with them, so you boys are free to do whatever
you wish.

Bakura nodded his head quickly. Marik had taken his length all the way down and was presently
going for broke in the sucking department. Bakura gripped the edge of the table to steady
himself, his fingers rigid. “Smashing!” He exclaimed, doing his best to imitate Ryou.

Ramose nodded his head. “Very well, goodnight now.”

“Cheerio!” Bakura squeaked. Marik was humming softly as he drew his mouth along Bakura’s
length.

 

            As soon as Ramose was out of earshot, Bakura grabbed Marik’s hair and slumped down
in his chair, guiding the Egyptians’s motions. He closed his eyes and threw his head back.

 “Are you drunk, Ishtar! Gods........that feels so good......”

“M’hm” Marik chuckled, reaching for Bakura’s wrists. He pried Bakura’s fists from his hair,
while he began to get up, leaving Bakura’s manhood neglected. He pulled Bakura down and
brought him into a searing kiss. Marik released Bakura’s wrists as he ran his fingertips over
Bakura’s cheeks and through his spiky white mane. Their tongues wrestled for control of the
kiss. Bakura gripped Marik’s shoulders, digging his fingernails into mocha skin. Marik moaned
lightly. He massaged Bakura’s scalp with his fingertips as his mouth hungrily devoured
Bakura’s. He slowly ran his fingers through Bakura’s long hair and down onto the thief’s chest.
He slowly undid the buttons of Bakura’s shirt, parting the soft red material, exposing Bakura’s
taught chest. He broke away from Bakura’s lips and slowly kissed his way down Bakura’s neck.
Bakura tilted his head to the side, moaning softly as Marik’s warm tongue glided over his chest.

“Ishtar.....”

Marik guided Bakura’s shirt off with his hands as his tongue flicked over Bakura’s heated flesh.

Bakura pulled his arms out of the sleeves, leaving him shirtless. Marik aggressively caressed
Bakura’s sides with his hands as he kissed his way down Bakura’s stomach. His tongue dipped
into Bakura’s navel, feathering around the outer rim. Bakura tore his shirt in half as Marik
lapped at his flesh. He grabbed the Egyptian’s wrists and bound them together with one half of
his unfortunate shirt. Marik began kissing his way back up Bakura’s lithe body, bringing his
bound wrists around the back of Bakura’s head. Bakura pulled Marik into him, crashing his lips
against the Egyptian’s to reclaim Marik’s mouth. Bakura reached down and unfastened Marik’s
tan cargo shorts. With Marik’s wrists secured behind his head, the tomb robber pulled them both
up into a standing position, sliding Marik’s shorts down over his slender hips. Marik stepped out
of his shorts and kicked them aside. Bakura reached around and ran his hands down Marik’s
sleek torso, dragging his fingernails. He eased Marik backward so that he was sitting on the table
Ryou had been working at. Bakura cleared a space for Marik to lay down, making sure he didn’t
mess up all Ryou’s hard work. The thief’s body was trembling with need. He eased Marik back
onto the cleared space, not breaking away from Marik’s eager mouth. He ran his hands down
Marik’s body until he reached Marik’s throbbing love muscle. He curled his fingers around the
weeping flesh and slowly stroked at it’s warmth.

Marik agilely brought his long legs around Bakura’s waist and, using his feet, slid Bakura’s
shorts off the rest of the way.

Bakura pressed his body flush with Marik’s, grinding their arousals toge. A . A light film of
sweat glistened on both their bodies, allowing flesh to glide easily over flesh.

Bakura broke away from their kiss, panting from lack of air. He took Marik’s wrists and placed
them behind the Egyptian’s head. Than he sat up, kneeling between Marik’s legs, which were
still wrapped around him tightly. Marik laid still, watching for Bakura’s next move. His indigo
eyes shivered with anticipation as Bakura reached for a bottle of sunscreen sitting on the table.
He looked at the bottle and grinned. “It says SPF 50. Does that mean ‘Speed Per Fuck?’”

Marik shrugged his shoulders.

Bakura opened the bottle and poured some of the creamy white lotion into his hand. He slowly
coated Marik’s length with it.

“Maybe it means “Slow Painful Fuck’” Bakura smirked, Marik’s arousal throbbing in his hand.

Marik could see Bakura was playing with him. He could see it in the thief’s eyes.

“You and your games, Bakura......” Marik smirked, “....you know I always win in the end.”

Bakura feathered his thumb in a circular motion around the bundle of nerves gathered at the tip
of Marik’s arousal.

Marik tilted his head back and moaned, writhing under Bakura’s flirting touch.

Bakura squirted an ample amount of the lotion onto his own shaft, than setting the bottle aside.
He positioned himself to enter Marik, steadying himself with one hand on the table, the other
around his shaft guiding him.

Bakura impaled himself into Marik’s heat, not giving the Egyptian chance for second thought.

Marik hiccupped for air as Bakura thrust into him, his eyes squeezed shut tightly. He slammed
his bound fists against Bakura’s chest.

“More!” he growled, thrusting his hips upward.

Bakura rhythmically slammed against Marik’s body, Marik’s hips raising up with Bakura’s every
downward motion. Marik wrapped his hands around Bakura’s neck and pulled him into another
kiss, this time biting down into Bakura’s bottom lip.

Bakura rewarded Marik’s action with a sharp jab to the Egyptian’s prostrate.

Marik licked the blood trickling from the fresh infliction and moaned as a jolt of pure pleasure
shot through his body. He squeezed his legs even tighter around Bakura’s waist, forcing the thief
to hit his pleasure spot with every thrust.

“So......tight.......” Bakura panted as Marik’s muscles clenched tightly around his hard on.

Marik dug his fingernails into Bakura’s neck, dragging them downward. Eight small trails of
blood followed them down.

Bakura tilted his head back allowing the Egyptian to mar his immortally perfect flesh. He
grunted softly as he continued moving within the Egyptian’s tight passage. He steadied himself
with two hands on the table because his knees were growing weaker. He could feel his climax
nearing. By the way Marik’s veins were pulsing through his arousal, Bakura could feel Marik’s
release was just as close.

Marik sucked on the wounds he’d carved into Bakura’s neck with his fingernails, leaving a nice
sized bruise on Bakura.

Bakura suddenly started moving faster and harder. Marik could feel Bakura’s pre-cum slicking
the thief’s shaft, further lubricating the Egyptian’s heat. Marik brought his mouth back up to
Bakura’s and sucked at the yami’s bloody lower lip.

Bakura clawed at Marik’s cheek with his hand, tearing deep enough to leave scratches. He
moaned loudly s he slammed into Marik, his release filling the Egyptian’s passage with his
warm essence.

Marik growled as Bakura’s fingernails dug into his skin. Bakura’s shaft pounding against his
prostrate triggered him to erupt in ethereal pleasure. The Egyptian screamed the yami’s name as
Bakura stroked out his release.

Bakura gave one last hard shove before pulling out of Marik and collapsing on top of him.

He held onto Marik tightly as his body relaxed. Marik uncrossed his legs from around Bakura’s
waist and allowed the yami to lay flush against him.

Slowly their breathing returned to normal as they enjoyed their lingering sensations.

“Holy shit, you tired me right out.” Marik chuckled after a few minutes, messaging his fingers
through Bakura’s disheveled white hair.

Bakura kissed Marik’s chest as he rested his cheek against the heated flesh.

“I’d better let Ryou get back to work now.”

Bakura sat up and untied Marik’s wrists. Once his hands were free, Marik cupped Bakura’s
cheeks and kissed his lips softly.

“I think I need to clean up a little.....see you later.” He said in a raspy voice as he pulled away.

The Egyptian grabbed his shorts and took off out of the tent. Feeling rather worn out, Bakura sat
down at the table and relinquished control to Ryou.

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            Yugi curled up on the couch and stared out the window. It was lonely without Yami,
even if Joey and Solon were around.

“Yugi, damn! This kid is RIPE!” Joey exclaimed as he walked into the living-room holding
Solon away from him.

Yugi smiled and reached for a diaper.

“Here, give him to me. Hey, do you think you could call Kaiba and see if he’s found anything?”

Joey handed Solon over to Yugi and nodded his head. “Alright.”

Joey went to the phone and dialed up Seto. He walked into the kitchen to talk.

Yugi changed Solon’s diaper. He noticed Solon drooling more than he thought was normal, so
he used his sleeve to clean off the babies chin.

Solon reached up and tugged on Yugi’s nose. “Ma ma!” The child said strongly.

Yugi shook his head. “Sorry lil’ guy, she’s not here right now. Hopefully she and your dad will
be back soon.”

Joey walked back into the living-room.

“Seto said they found something and they’re checking it out now.”

Yugi placed Solon in his playpen and handed him a rattle.

“What did they find?” Yugi asked curiously.

Joey sat on the couch and patted the cushion next to him. “Sit down for a minute.”

Yugi sat next to Joey and looked at him through eyes puffy from crying.

“What is it Joey?”

Joey took Yugi’s hands into his and squeezed. “They found Yami’s wallet by a pay phone.”

Yugi closed his eyes and fell forward against Joey’s chest. Joey wrapped his arms tightly around
Yugi.

The pharaoh’s light sobbed onto Joey’s shirt.

Joey stroked Yugi’s hair.

“Yugi, you have to stay strong.”

Yugi pulled Joey into the kitchen and broke down. Yugi fell to his hands and knees, his tears
pooling on the linoleum floor below.

“Yami......where are you?” he cried.

Joey kneeled down next to him and patted his shoulder.

Yugi looked up at Joey and opened his mouth to speak, except nothing came out. Yugi started
coughing and more tears flowed from his eyes.

Joey reached up and wiped Yugi’s tears away with his thumb.

“Don’t cry Yuug, you know I can’t stand to see you cry.”

Yugi bit his lip. “Joey....what if I never see Yami again?”

Joey shook his head and looked with assurance into Yugi’s violet eyes . “You can’t think like
that.......Yami woul-”

Joey bit down on his bottom lip and cut himself off as his gaze locked with Yugi’s. It was almost
as if Yugi was trying to ask him something.

“What is it Yuug?” he asked, his voice filled with wonder.

Yugi unexpectedly leaned over about pressed his lips against Joey’s. For a moment Joey allowed
Yugi to kiss him, enjoying the way it made him feel. Yugi’s warm tongue coaxed open Joey’s
mouth, lightly grazing along his teeth. Yugi moaned lightly, bringing Joey back to his senses. He
tried pulling away.

“Yugi, no....this ain’t right....” He tried protesting.

Yugi didn’t stop though. He clung to Joey life he was his life line. Joey sighed as Yugi crawled
up and kneeled between his legs. Tears streamed down Yugi’s cheeks as he forced Joey onto his
back.

“I need you, Joey.” Yugi sobbed against the blond’s lips.

̶t...t.....Yugi-” Joey moaned softly as Yugi gently tugged at his t-shirt.

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            Mokuba turned off his lap top computer as he got up to take a break. After getting home
from having pizza, he’d went directly to his room. He’d spent a major portion of the night online
chatting with some friends. He felt a little thirsty and decided to step out to get a soda.

As he passed by Noa and Serenity’s room, he started hearing what sounded like an argument in
progress.

“You are such a worthless little bitch!” Noa shouted.

A resounding smack grabbed Mokuba’s attention. He jumped from the sound of it.

“I’m sorry, Noa, I didn’t know........” He heard Serenity cry.

Mokuba peeked into the room dimly lit room. He could see Noa standing over Serenity, who was
kneeling on the bed covering her face.

Noa yanked the covers off the bed and snatched up his pillow.

“I’m out of here.” he snarled.

Mokuba quickly ducked into the next room as Noa left. He could hear Serenity crying softly in
the darkness.

Once Noa was gone, Mokuba knocked on the bedroom door.

“Serenity? Is everything okay?”

Serenity jumped when she heard her unexpected visitor.

“Mokuba!” she gasp.

Mokuba walked in and sat on the foot of the cover-less bed. The only light in the room was a
dim red glow coming from the alarm clock next to the bed. It was enough light for Mokuba to
see Serenity’s tear stained face.

“Did you and Noa have a fight?” he asked curiously.

“M’hmm” Serenity nodded, staring down at her feet.

Mokuba could tell Serenity didn’t much feel like talking, but he continued asking questions
anyway.

“Did Noa hit you?”

Serenity shook her head quietly.

Mokuba knew she was lying. He got up off the bed and walked back to the door.

“If you need me, I’ll be in my room.” he said quietly as he looked back.

Serenity hid her face behind her hair as she stared down at the floor.

“I’ll be fine, Mokuba.” she said softly.

Mokuba went back to his room feeling angry at his step brother. He decided to call his real
brother for a little helpful advice - even if it was the middle of the night.

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