Trick or Treat

Well, this is chapter 2.
It's much shorter than chapter 1,
but it's still good.
Lol, this chapter is basically
just pointless lemon.
The story still would have made sense
without it.
But wheres the fun in that?

Thank you guys for the great reviews.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu Gi

WARNING: This chapter conatins sex.
Also, apparently i'm supposed to warn you that
in my story Yugi & co are very ooc.
Mind you, it's ooc for them to be fucking each
other anyways.... so I don't see the point.
But there you go.
Theres your warning.

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Chapter 2

Marik wrapped his arms tighter about himself and slipped deeper into the thoughts
that consumed him. He stood by the railing of our back veranda, his body swaying
gently to the music of an Egyptian lullaby playing in his head.
He wore loose black satin pyjama pants. A white bandage was wound around his
middle. His head was tipped toward the clear blue sky, his eyes closed. A soft breeze
ruffled his pale blonde hair.
The tranquillity present in such a scene was breathtaking, and deceiving. I knew
Marik was not as content as he appeared to be. He was tormented.
I stood in therwayrway watching him. I could not deny that he was beautiful. As
much as I thought myself above the thieves, I loved them both. I knew that now.
I could not exist without either of them. Weak, I know. But they made me strong.
I sighed. I was overcome with so much emotion; I didn’t know what to do.
“Are you going to stand there all day?” Marik asked, shattering the silence.
I looked at him. He hadn't moved. It was like he’d never even spoken. To me he
looked like a statue of a god. Flawless, regal, proud. I was ashamed to admit it,
but he looked more like a pharaoh than I ever could.
Marik turned his head and cast his violet eyes on me. He raised an eyebrow
quizzically.
Desire surged through my body. I was almost afraid of my feelings. I’d never felt
anything like this for anyone for the thousand years I had been immortal. I ’t ’t
even sure I could still fornicate properly. I started to wonder what it would be like,
what with super human strength and incredibly heightened senses.

“Said I've been celibate for years,
Not out of choice there's no-one here,
See I can't get my end away,
Another ordinary day,
And I'd love to see a little more of you,
You're clothes would look better on my bedroom floor”

“Yami.” Marik said commandingly.
I snapped out of my daze and focussed on him. He was facing me now, leaning
back against the railing. His arms resting either side of him. A slight smirk formed
on his face.
The whole situation seemed very inviting. I opened my mouth to speak, but I had
nothing to say. No words could explain what I was feeling. A tsunami of doubt hit
me. Even if I could tell him, he wouldn’t understand. How could he? We’d led such
different lives. We were such different people.
Ha! That's a laugh. I couldn’t seriously still call myself a person, a human being. I
am a monster.
But, then surely monsters are mean, vicious, cruel and scary. I didn’t see myself
as any of those things. I mean, I'm no angel, but I’m sure as hell not a demon.
I thought then of Yugi, and that opened a whole new well of feelings. I knew there
was some key fact that was evading me with the whole prophecy business. It
frustrated me to no end.
“Yami!” Marik said sternly.
He was standing in front of me now, an arms length away. He had his arms crossed
over his chest. He looked annoyed,
I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. Since when do I blush?
Marik’s gaze softened as he caught site of the red in my cheeks.
“Pharaoh.” He continued gently.
“Marik.” I replied.
My voice sounded colder than I’d intended. I cursed myself for being so damn proud
and not just telling Marik what it was that I really wanted.
Despite my frostiness, Marik smiled.
“You seem troubled.” He continued.
“Aren’t we all? The prophecy weighs heavy on my shoulders.” I replied.
“As it does mine. But you are used to carrying the weight of an entire nation
on your shoulders Pharaoh. I know there is more to your thoughts than you
are telling me.” Marik said, smiling sweetly.

“What's on your mind, don't be shy
There's no sense resisting,
We both know the deal, it's alright,
Cos I'm here to stay,
You've got me all night if you want me,
I won't go away.”

I looked away. Where do I begin? Sure Marik, you’re right. I want to fuck your
brains out? No damn way could I say that. God and he is just staring at me
waiting for an answer. How do I explain this? Why are words failing me so
miserably? Why am I so fucking pathetic?
“Since you’re having difficulties in answering, allow me to guess.” Marik stated.
Guess? How could he possibly guess? Though a yes or no answer would be
easier than explaining.
I nodded my assent.
Marik studied me for a while. He looked into my eyes, and then slowly his gaze
travelled the length of my body. He smiled slightly, his eyes meeting mine
again. I blushed under his scrutiny.
“My, my. Can it be?” Marik said softly.
I looked away.
“You want me.” He continued.
“I want nothing of the sort!” I snapped.
I cursed myself for a fool. Why couldn’t I just say yes? Just one little word and
I’d get what I wanted. But no! I have to go and be a dickhead.
Marik shrugged.
“Well I'm sure Seto will be more accommodating toward my needs.” He said,
walking past me.

“Took a while to drag me out of bed,
Aim some coffee at my head,
Saw the clock I'm running late,
It's an ordinary day.
And I'm like a dog on heat,
Knock one out and then fall asleep,
It's sad but true,
I'd rather be with you”


Whoa! What? Needs? Does that mean he wants me?
“Wait!” I replied, turning around.
Marik stopped and faced me.
“Yes?” He asked.
I took a deep breath.
“You’re right. I-I do want you.” I said shakily.
“I know, what’s your point?” Marik replied.
My point? Didn’t I just make my point? I knew this was a waste of time. He
doesn’t understand.
“Honestly Yami you have no originality! You have none of the romanticism
that comes so naturally to Bakura and I...” Marik began.
“Romanticism? You and Bakura? You’re not serious. Romantic for you is
‘hey, you’re hot let’s fuck!’” I interrupted.
Marik looked hurt.
“Do you really hate us that much?” He asked softly.
I was taken aback by the question. Had I really been such an asshole to them?
Yeah, I guess I had. Marik deserved the truth.
“In the beginning I believed the gods had put you on the planet to test me. I
despised you both, true. You always were one step ahead of me. I also envied
you. You were carefree spirits, able to indulge your every whim. While I was
assigned to a life of strict rules and tradition.” I began.
“Do not speak to me about tradition! Live my life and then tell me you
had it bad being Pharaoh!” Marik hissed.
“Don’t you think it’s time to move on from all that?” I asked heatedly.
“Don’t you think it’s time you grew up and stopped being so damned selfish?” Marik countered.
“That’s my point Marik you idiot! I have grown up! I love you all right? You happy?
I said it. Now leave me alone!” I snapped, then turned and walked over to the
veranda railing.
I put my hands on the railing and looked out over the backyard. It wasn’t actually
very exciting. Just grass and a few trees.
I looked down at my hands and began to cry silent tears.

“Right now I'm all alone,
Tell me who'nna nna take the blame,
It's easy to shout about
but nothing's gonna ease the pain,
it won't be the same without you,
it won't be the same without you,”

We were all doomed. The fate of the world rested with us. I knew we had to lose
the battle. Good had to triumph over evil, it’s just the way it was. I didn’t want
to die for a world that didn’t give a shit about me, but what choice did I have?
None. Unless Seto remembered something about the prophecy that could help
us, we were condemned.
I could not believe Yugi. He was the white to my black, the angel to my demon,
the yin to my yang. The moment I saw him I knew him. He was the part of me
that had been destroyed. All that was left of me was a shadow, as Seto put it.
Yugi’s transformation disturbed me greatly. The power emanating form him seemed
to evil. But I didn’t dare hope that we were the good guys in this battle.
Ra damn Marik! I needed he and Bakura so that I could be strong. I can’t face my
fate alone.
I jumped as I felt a firm hand on my back. Marik wrapped his arm around my waist
and stood beside me. I looked at him.
“Ra damn you Marik! I don’t want to be alone anymore!” I cried, then burst into tears.
Marik pulled me into an embrace. I clung to him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder.
He softly stroked my hair.
“You have never been alone Yami. We’ve always been here. We have loved you
for a thousand years.” He whispered into my ear.
“But Seto...” I sobbed.
“Shhh... Seto doesn’t understand. He can never be like us. I can never truly love him.” Marik continued.
I smiled through my tears and pulled away from Marik.
“Come. We need to have a talk.” Marik said, takiy hay hand and leading me to
Bakura’s bedroom.
Bakura and Kaiba were fucking like there's no tomorrow in Bakura’s bed. I averted
my gaze.
“Seto. Out.” Marik ordered.
Kaiba looked over his shoulder.
“In a minute.” He replied.
“No. Now. Get out before I eat you.” Marik snapped.
Kaiba paled and slowly climbed off Bakura. He walked over to Marik.
“Are you jealous?” He purred.
Marik pushed him through the doorway and slammed the door behind him. Bakura
had the good grace to remain silent throughout the whole drama. He half-heartedly
pulled the crimson silk sheet up around his waist.

Recently Bakura had gone kind of romanti-goth. He wore a lot of medieval style
clothes. He’d painted his bedroom dark red and had filmy cream drapes hanging
from the window and his four poster bed frame. He had electric candelabras
mounted on the walls and plush crimson carpet. He’d collected a lot of antique
furniture from all over the place. An ornately carved writing desk sat by the left
wall. An embroidered cream couch sat under the window. His pride and joy though
was always his bed. It was carved from wood and stained black. Demons clung to
the tops of the poles, their tails winding down the length. The base of the bed was
carved as flames. He always had ridiculously expensive imported silk sheets and
the finest, softest blankets imaginable on his bed.
I’d never actually stopped and appreciated Baks ins interior decorating before.
He really looked good in his room. His pale complexion contrasted nicely with
the dark red of everything.
Mari appeared unaffected by the sensual qualities of the room. He led me over
to the bed. Bakura pulled me down beside him under the covers so I lay in the
middle of the bed. Marik lay down on my other side.
I was quite unsure as to what was going on. Marik had said we were going to talk,
but no one was saying anything. I sighed and stared up at the rather unexciting
cream ceiling.
I wanted to tell them both that I loved them. I needed reassurance. But somehow
I knew we would face our destinies together. Life suddenly didn’t seem so bad. How
could it? Marik and Bakura were very warm wither side of me. I could hear them
breathing in unison.
I turned my head to look at Marik who was on his side watching me. He smiled and
put his hand on my bare chest. He very lightly trailed his fingers across to my right
nipple, which he pinched gently. I bit my lip, maintaining eye contact. Marik leant
over and licked my chest. He sucked softly at my nipple, then grazed it with his razor
sharp teeth. I choked back a moan.
On my other side Bakura slid his arm across my stomach. He pressed his body up
against me, curling his leg around my left leg. When he raised himself up to kiss
me he had one knee in between my legs. He leant down and brushed his lips
against mine. He skimmed his teeth across my bottom lip, then sucked gently
at the shallow scratch. He slid his tongue inside my mouth and explored every inch.
I could taste my own blood. Bakura then sliced his tongue open on my canine teeth.
His sweet blood trickled into my mouth, eradicating the taste of mine. I sucked on
his tongue, savouring the intoxicating taste of his blood.
Bakura looked over at Marik who smiled. Bakura then pulled away from me and kissed
Marik. Marik yelped, and I watched blood drip down his chin. He broke the kiss,
gulping in air.
The sight of them kissing was incredibly arousing. I bit my lip to keep from
moaning out loud. I could taste my own blood, and realised that I'd bitten through
my lip with my sharp canine teeth. I wasn’t particularly worried though. I knew it
would heal quickly.
Marik turned to me and grinned. He kissed me roughly, his blood filling my mouth.
He then kissed his way down my neck and grazed the skin with his teeth.
“Can I?” He whispered.
“God yes.” I replied.
Marik sunk his fangs into my neck. I cried out in pain. But the pain was only
adding to my arousal. I’d forgotten the high that came with having someone
drink my blood. It was incredible. Nothing much else compared to it. I moaned
in ecstasy.
Marik pulled away from me. He sat up and licked my blood off his lips, then
smiled.
I wish I could tell what he was thinking. To me he always seemed so mysterious.
He got up off the bed and motioned for me to go to him.
I untangled myself from Bakura and crawled over to Marik. Marik pulled me to
my feet and unbuckled my belt. He slid my pants down my thighs and I stepped
out of them. He pushed me back onto the bed, I landed in a sitting position.
Marik took his own pants off and crawled into my lap. He kissed me gently. I
wriggled impatiently. I just wanted him to take me.
“Patience is a virtue.” Bakura whispered in my ear.
“Dammit! Just fuck me NOW! That's an order!” I snapped.
Marik looked at Bakura and shrugged. Bakura chuckled sinisterly.
“If you insist.” He replied.
Bakura got off the bed and went around to stand between my legs. He
picked both of my legs up, tipping me onto my back. Marik clung to me
tightly. He then sat up and looked over his shoulder at Bakura. Bakura
winked at him and slammed his hard cock into my ass. I screamed, and
Marik silenced me with a kiss. He held me down, so I could barely move and
he impaled himself on my shaft. I screamed again, and Marik covered my
mouth with his hand. Bakura and Marik set up a steady rhythm that was fast
drawing me toward my climax. It had been a thousand years after all.
I came very quickly; tipping Bakura over the edge who let out an inhuman wail.
Marik pouted and climbed off me. Bakura collapsed on the floor. He lay on his
back, breathing hard.
“I have... an idea...” He panted.
He got to his feet and walked out of the bedroom. Marik took Bakura’s position
between my legs and eased his cock inside me. Bakura came back with Seto
Kaiba. Kaiba went to stand behind Marik and thrust into him from behind. Marik
hissed in pain, but then continued to fuck me, and impale himself on Seto’s
shaft consecutively. Bakura stood to my left, surveying us with his head tilted to
the side. He made eye contact with me and smiled maliciously, then walked over
and climbed on top of me. He sat on my stomach, leant down and kissed me.
Then he trailed kisses down my neck, and without asking my permission broke
the skin with his teeth and drank my blood.

I cried out, in pain and pleasure. I was about to cum again. As my release hit me
I passed out from lack of blood and such an incredible orgasm.

"Aah! Nostalgia grows
Now times nine or ten
Within this vice den called a soul
Dying for resurrection
I dig deep to come again
The spasm of orgasm on a roll...

I live the slow serrated rape
The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate
Victims force fed thair own face
Tear stains upon the drape
I should compare them
To a warm Summer's day
But to the letter, it is better
To lichen their names to a grave"

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The End of Chapter 2.
Like I said, pointless lemon.
Chapter 3 gets back to the story.
Til then, R&R.