Hellraisers II: Lights, Camera, BAKURA?

*Zehlyah... you are going to kill me. *evil grin*

Fuck Like the Beast

            Bakura sat at the kitchen table smoking a cigarette. His eyes followed Ryou’s every
movement as he cleaned up the glass on the floor.

“There, I think I got all of it... I hope,” Ryou said, sweeping the last of the glass into the dust pan.

“That’s one way to get out of doing the dishes,” Marik snickered as he grabbed a couple of beers
from the refrigerator.

A devilish grin swept across Bakura’s face as he took a drag of his cigarette.

“Hurry up with those beers, Marik! I’m going dry in here!” Malik shouted from the living-room.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” Marik answered abrasively.

“Don’t forget the cheese popcorn!” Malik added.

Marik rolled his eyes. “Ra-damn bossy little shit,” he mumbled under his breath as he snatched
up the bag of cheese popcorn sitting on the table.

“What movie is on?” Ryou asked curiously.

“It’s some cheesy horror flick about a geek that sells his soul to the devil so he can get laid,”
Marik answered dryly on his way out of the kitchen.

“Oh my, that sounds ...interesting,” Ryou wavered.

Bakura took one last drag of his cigarette and put it out in the ashtray. “I’ve seen that one. The
only thing about that movie that’s worth seeing is all the big tits, other than that it’s corny as
fuck.” Bakura got up and grabbed his leather jacket. “I’m going to go for a walk. I’ll be back
...whenever.”

“Holy shit! They’re stuffing that bitch in the oven! BWAHAHAHA!” Malik laughed loudly from
the living-room.

“This I must see,” Marik smirked as he hurried to join his other half.

Ryou followed Bakura to the door. “Bakura?”

“What?”

“Kiss goodbye?” Ryou softly asked.

Bakura rolled his eyes. “Fine.” He leaned over and gave Ryou a quick kiss good bye.

Ryou grabbed the collar of Bakura’s jacket and yanked him closer, attacking his lips with a
hungry kiss, catching Bakura off guard.

Bakura parted his lips and whimpered from the unexpected force his hikari was using.

Ryou took advantage of the moment, slipping his tongue into Bakura’s mouth.

After a minute or so he slowly pulled away, releasing Bakura’s jacket collar.

Bakura blinked his eyes. He just stood there staring at Ryou with a shocked expression on his
face.

“You want me,” Ryou winked, snapping his fingers and pointing at his yami as he walked away.
He took a seat on the sofa next to Marik and propped his feet up on the coffee table.

Marik grinned as he put his arms around both Ryou and Malik. “Ah yeah, another satisfied
customer,” he laughed. 

Bakura shook his head and reached for the door knob. “Bye,” he chuckled as he left.

            The kitchen table creaked and whined as it’s strength was put to the test. Sweat drenched
Yami’s hair as he feverishly thrusted himself inside Yugi. He gripped his hikari’s hips tightly,
digging his fingers into the taut skin. “Fucking gods, Yugi...you feel so good inside,” he moaned,
kissing Yugi’s neck.

“Yami..god..gonna...come..” Yugi panted, thrusting himself up against Yami. His tiny body
began to tremble with his pending release.

Yami released Yugi’s hip and reached between their bodies, wrapping his hand around Yugi’s
throbbing hard cock. “Come for me, baby. You can do it,” he said in a husky voice, rigorously
stroking his hikari’s length.

“GOD, YAMI!” Yugi screamed as his climax erupted from the depths of his body.

Yami began thrusting into Yugi desperately. His body shook as he released in his hikari. He
collapsed on top of Yugi breathless as he emptied out inside of him. “Yugi...love you,” he
panted, placing a kiss on Yugi’s chest.

Yugi wrapped his arms around Yami, stroking his hair.

*KNOCK- KNOCK*

Yami slowly picked his head up off of Yugi’s chest and looked at the clock above the stove. “It’s
late, I wonder who that could be?”

Yugi shrugged his shoulders, “I’m not expecting anybody.”

Yami peeled himself off of Yugi and slipped his boxer shorts on. “It better not be the cops
looking for Marik again...” he grumbled as he headed toward the door.

“Bakura? What are you-”

“Where’s Yugi,” Bakura asked firmly, pushing his way inside.

“Hello to you too,” Yami said as he closed the door.

“Bakura? What you doing here?” Yugi asked curiously, zipping up his jeans.

Yami crossed his arms and leaned back against the refrigerator, keeping a sharp eye on the thief.

Bakura sniffed the air, than snapped his head around, giving Yami a dirty look.

“Is everything okay, Bakura?” Yugi asked, walking up to Bakura with a small smile on his face.

“I was about to asked you the very same thing,” Bakura answered, glancing at the Pharaoh again,
giving him the evil eye.

Yami scowled at Bakura, “I don’t appreciate all the dirty looks, Tomb-Robber.”

“I don’t appreciate your fucking attitude, you royal pain in my ass.”

Yugi sighed, “Hey you guys, knock it off, okay? Yami, I’m sure Bakura didn’t come here to fight
with you.”

“That’s right,” Bakura nodded. He looked back at Yami again, “I came here to make sure you
weren’t fucking with Yugi.”

A small smirk crossed the Pharaoh’s face. “You’re a little late than,” he chuckled.

Yugi rolled his eyes. “Yami, that was uncalled for. Why can’t you two just get along?”

“Which one of the five million reasons would you like me to begin with?” Bakura spat out.

Yami turned up his nose and kept a steel glare focused on Bakura.

Yugi shook his head and grabbed both Yami and Bakura’s hands. “You two are gonna get along
if it’s the last thing I do!”

“Oh, my..” Bakura chuckled as Yugi pulled him and Yami upstairs.

Yugi yanked Yami and Bakura into his bedroom and closed the door, locking it behind him.

“Neither of you are gonna leave this room until you can be nice to each other! I don’t care if I
have to wait forever!”

Yami glanced down at the Millennium puzzle hanging around his neck and chuckled. “Forever is
a long time, aibou,” he remarked as he took a seat on the bed.

Bakura crossed his arms and leaned his butt against Yugi’s desk. “This sucks,” he grumbled.

“At least we agree on something,” Yami grunted.

            “Oh no! MARRIK! Stop, stop! GAHHHHHHHH! RYOU!!!” Malik giggled as Marik
repeatedly assaulted him with a feather pillow.

“What was that? You want some more? Okay,” Marik laughed, whomping Malik again and
again.

Ryou ran to his room and quickly returned with two more feather pillows. He dropped one next
to the sofa and used the other to swat Marik with.

“Oh shit,” Marik chuckled as he turned his attention to Ryou. “You’re in trouble now, boy!”

Malik wiggled off the sofa and crawled over to the pillow Ryou had dropped.

While Malik was retrieving the discarded pillow, Marik and Ryou were bashing each other with
their pillows.

“ATTACK!” Malik shouted as he swung his pillow at Marik’s head.

Marik ducked and the pillow ended up catching Ryou right in the face, throwing him back.

“Oh shit!” Malik laughed.

“You booger, Malik!” Ryou giggled as he sat up.

Marik slapped his forehead and laughed. He looked at Ryou like he was on drugs. “BOOGER?!
FWAHAHAHA! MALIK’S A BOOGER!”

“Am not!” Malik grinned as he swung his pillow at Marik.

“Are too!” Ryou giggled as he whopped Malik’s ass with his pillow.

Malik and Ryou playfully started exchanging blows with their pillows, giggling as they hit each
other.

Marik sat back and bit his lower lip. He reached between his legs and rubbed himself over his
jeans. “Holy fuck... that’s sexy,” he said to himself, watching feathers start to fly as the two men
battled it out.

            Yami watched Bakura with a distasteful eye.

The thief was leaning back against the desk cleaning his fingernails with a pair of scissors, and
sporting quite an attitude.

“You’re a dick, Bakura,” Yami grumbled.

Bakura blew on his fingertips and turned his head toward the former Pharaoh, shooting him the
look of death. “I have a sharp object in my hand, and I’m not afraid to use it,” he threatened,
pointing the scissors at Yami.

“Cry tough, bitch,” Yami snipped. He turned to Yugi and rolled his eyes, “I’ll never understand
what you see in him, aibou.”

Yugi grit his teeth and growled under his breath. He squeezed his fists tightly at his sides.
“Don’t you ever shut up? Geesh! Just quit this tough guy act!”

“Yeah, Pharaoh, quit acting like something you’re not,” Bakura heckled.

“You shut up too, Bakura!” Yugi snapped, “I’m really sick of you two fighting all the time!
Guh!”

“He started it,” Bakura quipped, crossing his arms and giving the Pharaoh an angry glare.

Yami rolled his eyes. “Oh that’s mature,” he arrogantly remarked as he re-crossed his legs.

“Just... go fuck yourself, Pharaoh,” Bakura retorted as he went back to cleaning his nails with the
scissors.

Yugi, fed up with the feuding yami’s, scanned the room with his eyes. He looked from one yami to
the other, trying to figure out a way to make them stop their arguing.

“Go fuck myself?” Yami glared at Bakura. He shifted off the bed and stood up straight, trying to
make himself look taller.

Even if he’d had high-heeled boots on, Yami still wouldn’t have been as tall as Bakura. No
matter though, he wasn’t going to let his lack of height interfere with his need to look
intimidating.

Yami narrowed his eyes, “Need I repeat myself?”

Bakura cracked a grin as he set the scissors down on the desk. “Pharaoh, you may think you may
think your royal shit doesn’t stink, but I’ll tell you what; if I had a gold piece for ever sin you’ve
committed, Seto Kaiba would be kissing my ass.”

Yami took a few steps toward Bakura, locking his eyes with their thief’s. “Only fools find gold in
material possessions.”

Bakura chuckled, “You could have fooled me.” The thief took a step closer to Yami and looked
down at him with an overpowering dark glare.

Yami swallowed hard, but didn’t give up his ground to Bakura. “Get with the times, Tomb-Robber, this isn’t the Old Kingdom.”

Bakura narrowed his eyes and leaned over, almost touching noses with Yami. “You can suck my
dick,” he snarled in the former Pharaoh’s face.

Yami was having a hard time fighting back the urge to punch Bakura. He took a deep breath. An
ache in his side as he breathed in reminded him of the last physical altercation he’d had with the
white-haired menace.

“I would rather be crucified and nailed to a cross than suck your filthy, used up cock,” Yami
snorted.

“That’s been done before, it can be arranged again,” Bakura chuckled, winking a Yami.

Yami bit down on his lower lip. He felt a drop of sweat slide down his cheek and jaw. He was
squaring off with a demon. Their faces were so close he could almost taste Bakura’s bitter
venom.

Yugi growled as he got between them, “THAT’S IT! Dang it, you both! You need to stop
fighting all the time!”

“Unlikely,” Yami snorted, still glaring at Bakura, ready to fight him again if need be.

Bakura clenched his fists tightly at his side.

Yugi groaned as he slapped his forehead with his hand. He walked over to the door and turned
the knob. “You know what? You two can just fuck each other! I’m going downstairs to have
some more pudding!”

Yugi slammed the door behind him as he left the room.

Yami rushed to the door to chase after Yugi. “AIBOU! WAIT!” he shouted after his light,
reaching for the door knob.

“What the hell?” Yami gasp as he jiggled the knob. “He fucking locked us in!”

“WHAT?!” Bakura exclaimed, watching Yami yank at the doorknob, “Let me try.”

Bakura walked over to the door and Yami stepped aside.

“It’s locked from the outside, there’s no way you’re going to get it to budge,” Yami groaned as
he watched Bakura kick the door.

“Fuck! I’d rather go back to prison than be locked in here with you!” Bakura snarled, punching
the solid oak door.

Yami rolled his eyes, “I’m not THAT bad, Bakura. Why can’t you see that?”

Bakura gave the door another hard punch before turned around and leaning back against it.

“All I see when I look at you is a spoiled, unappreciative little bitch who’s had everything handed to him,” he
retorted with a low growl as he rubbed his fist.

Yami crossed his arms and sat back down on the bed. “Just because I was Pharaoh doesn’t mean
my life was easy.”

Bakura sunk down the door and sat on his butt. He reached inside his jacket pocket and pulled
out his cigarettes. He sighed as he lit up a smoke. “This is just fucking great.”

Yami cleared his throat, “You know Bakura, Yugi might have had the right idea.”

Bakura lifted his eyes toward Yami. “What do you mean?” he asked, taking a drag of his
cigarette.

Yami took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Maybe we should fuck each other,” he said
seriously.

“WHAT!? Me fuck YOU? Uh... Pharaoh? I think you’ve finally cracked.”

Yami stood up and walked over to the window. “I can’t change our past, I can’t change the fact
that I don’t particularly like you, but I can prove to you I’m not the ‘spoiled, unappreciative little bitch’ you think
I am. I want you to fuck me, Bakura,” he said as he stared up at the stars in the sky.

Bakura began to laugh. “Oh right, like THAT’S going to change anything. But if my dick is what
you want, I’d be more than willing to give it to you.”

Yami turned around and nodded his head. “Than let’s do it,” he said as he walked over to the bed
and sat down again.

Bakura pinched his cigarette out and placed the un-smoked half back in the pack. He than took
off his jacket and hung it on the back of Yugi’s desk chair. “Where do you keep your sex toys?”
Bakura asked curiously.

“In the desk, bottom drawer,” Yami replied.

Bakura opened the drawer and pulled out a few items. He turned back to the Pharaoh and nodded
his head sharply. “I want you to take off your clothes and lay on the bed with your legs spread
apart,” he said as he unbuckled his belt

“What, no kiss first?” Yami wise-cracked as he stood up and unbuttoned his jeans.

Bakura narrowed his eyes, casting a sharp glare in the Pharaoh’s direction.

 “Strip.”

Bakura’s voice was sharp and cold, filled with wicked authority.

Yami removed the rest of his clothing and didn’t say another word. He got on the bed and laid
back with his legs spread apart, just as Bakura had told him to.

Bakura took off his shirt and tossed it on the bed next to Yami. He stood at the foot of the bed
looking down, his eyes absorbing every inch of the Pharaoh’s smooth body.

Yami bit down into his lower lip. He was at Bakura’s mercy, laying there completely exposed
and vulnerable to Bakura’s desires.

A twisted grin crept onto Bakura’s lips as he unzipped his jeans, “You look sexier like this.”

Yami swallowed hard. He didn’t want this. Having sex with a man that was not only a thief, a
murderer, and a complete self-serving bastard, it was also the same man that had taken Yugi’s
innocence.

Yami had to remind himself he was doing this for Yugi. He had to do what Bakura asked him to
if he was ever going to prove to the thief he wasn’t a spoiled little bitch.

“I want you to prepare yourself for me,” Bakura instructed, pulling his cock out of his jeans.

Yami slipped his index finger between his lips and sucked on it, smacking his lips as he slowly
pulled it out. He arched his hips upward and he reached between his legs. He pressed his saliva
slicked finger inside his tense body, moaning softly as he stroked his velvet heat.

“That’s right...go deeper now, and add another finger,” Bakura approved.

Yami took a deep breath and he inserted a second finger, stretching himself further. His moans
grew louder as he rocked against his own touch. His cock stiffened and his balls grew tight.

“You’re going to want to stretch yourself further than that if you want this to feel any good,”
Bakura chuckled, his hand shamelessly stroking his growing erection.

Yami hissed as he forced in a third, and than a fourth finger. His backside burned from being
stretched to its limits. The stinging slowly subsided as he moved his fingers around inside
himself, preparing himself for the thief.

Bakura crawled onto the bed and kneeled between Yami’s legs. He watched the smaller man’s
arousal growing harder every time he pushed his fingers inside himself.. He could see both pain
and pleasure in the Pharaoh’s facial features. “Shit yeah, Pharaoh, that’s more like it.”

Yami breathed deeply as his fingers collided with his prostate. He made a move with his other
hand to touch his arousal.

Yami gasp when a cold hand caught him and squeezed his wrist.

“I don’t think so,” Bakura said sharply, slamming Yami’s wrist against the mattress by his side.

Yami felt Bakura shift around on the bed.

Yami opened his eyes. “What the?” he asked, trying to catch a glimpse of what Bakura was
doing.

“Keep working those fingers,” Bakura snarled as he tied Yami’s wrist against his thigh.

Yami took a deep breath and paced himself, allowing Bakura to do whatever he was doing,
awaiting his next move.

“Remove your fingers and turn over.”

Yami whimpered as he slowly pulled his fingers out of himself. He turned over and bent his
knees, propping himself up with his free hand. A click and a squirt signaled Bakura was up to
something.

Yami winced as he felt the tip of a vibrator press inside of him. His initial reaction was to tense
up and try to push the hard object out.

Bakura laughed as he forced the object inside all the way, against the Pharaoh’s resistance.

Yami let out a howl and lunged forward as vibrator impaled him.

Bakura caught a fistful of the Pharaoh’s hair and yanked his head back.

Yami let out a grunt as Bakura turned on the toy.

“Don’t even think of it,” Bakura warned. “The less you fight me, the easier this will be.”

Yami reluctantly moved back to where he was on the bed before and resumed his former
position. He fought the urge to call Bakura a bossy son of a bitch.

“I want you to fuck yourself with this,” Bakura said firmly.

Now growing somewhat accustomed to the size of the vibrating sex toy, Yami lowered his head
to the mattress and rested on his cheek. He reached back between his legs.

Bakura took Yami’s hand and guided him to the toy.

“That’s good, Pharaoh, real good. Don’t be afraid to push it in there deeper either, in fact, I insist
that you do.”

Yami pushed the toy in a little further. He forced himself to relax, even though he knew Bakura
was watching his every move like a hawk.

“Oh yeah, all the way in there now.”

Yami tried to push the toy in further, but he just couldn’t. It already felt like it was in all the way.

“I can’t!” he protested, tears forming in his eyes.

Yami heard a whizzing sound cut through the air. He screamed as he felt a sharp pain across his
backside.

Bakura gripped his belt tightly in his hand. “I don’t suggest you try resisting again,” the thief
growled as he slammed his palm against the toy, forcing it in all the way.

“FUCK!” Yami screamed, straining to keep his composure while the toy burned inside him.

Bakura leaned over and kissed Yami’s lower back. “Very good,” he praised, “You may take it
out now.”

Yami panted as he pulled the vibrator out of his ass. He dropped it on the bed between his legs,
allowing him a glimpse at it’s massive size. He couldn’t believe that entire thing had been inside
of him!

He could also see his hand covered in blood. No surprise. He closed his eyes as he felt Bakura
kneel behind him. He heard him tearing something open.

“You still with me down there?” Bakura chuckled as he opened the bottle of lubrication and
drizzled some along the cleft of Yami’s backside.

“Mmm,” Yami sighed in relief as the cool liquid somewhat eased his discomfort.

 “Like that?” Bakura asked as he spread the slick liquid around with his fingers.

“Yes,” Yami sighed, welcoming the intimate sensation of Bakura’s fingers instead of the hard
plastic toy.

Bakura held onto Yami’s hip and positioned himself to enter him. He reached around the
Pharaoh’s waist and grasp his arousal. “Damn, Pharaoh. I always knew you were a tight-ass, but
this is ridiculous,” he quipped as he buried himself in Yami’s heat.

Yami breathed deeply as Bakura used his body for pleasure. He ignored the thief’s comments and
concentrated on the pleasant tingling sensation between his legs.

Bakura savagely grunted with every deep pelvic thrust. He threw his head back and grit his teeth
as he slammed in and out of the Pharaoh as godspeed.

Yami moaned with every demanding penetration. His arousal began to twitch, “Bakura... I have
to come.”

Bakura ceased his movements for a moment, but still continued stroking the Pharaoh’s hard shaft
with his hand.

Yami moaned as he moved his hips in rhythm with Bakura’s strokes.

Yami’s cock twitched again, “Oh dear gods...” His gut tightened. The anticipation of release beat
within his lower body and swarmed in his head.

At the last possible second, Bakura slipped a metal cock ring down Yami’s throbbing muscle,
stopping his climax instantly.

Yami cried out in pain as his balls were squeezed through the cold ring.

Bakura grinned demonically as he leaned over and whispered in Yami’s ear, “Don’t think I’d let
you off that easy.”

Sweat dripped down in tiny drops from the ends of Yami’s bangs. He breathed deeply in and out.
His arousal burned from being choked off. “Please Bakura, let me come... it hurts,” Yami
pleaded.

“You sure do bitch a lot, Pharaoh,” Bakura scoffed provocatively as he pinched Yami’s nipple
between his fingers. He brushed his thumb over tip of Yami’s shaft, rubbing lightly over the
weeping slit.

Yami moaned desperately as Bakura pulled out of him and moved back. He felt Bakura pressing
something small and round inside of him.

“Relax, Pharaoh, unless you want to hurt yourself,” Bakura snapped as he pressed a string of
glass butt beads up inside Yami.

Yami whimpered as the beads came into contact with his prostate, adding to the unimaginable
amount of pressure building in the Pharaoh’s balls.

Bakura crawled in front of Yami and spread his legs. “Suck it,” he instructed firmly, looking
down at Yami.

Yami swallowed hard as he scanned the size of Bakura’s cock with his eyes. Translucent seminal
fluid oozed from the round head and dribbled down the shiny, rigid length.

Yami steadied himself by holding onto Bakura’s thigh, than lowered his head and swallowed
around Bakura’s arousal.

“Uhnnn...fuck yeah, that’s right, suck that hard cock,” Bakura moaned as Yami siphoned him. He
reached around Yami and gave the string of beads he’d inserted a quick, light tug, pulling one of
the beads out, relieving some of the pressure.

Grateful, Yami moaned around Bakura’s swollen cock.

Bakura thrust into the Pharaoh’s mouth, massaging the back of Yami’s throat with his manhood.
“Stroke it too,” he heaved.

Yami only had one free hand to work with, seeing as the other was still tied tightly to his thigh.
Instead of bitching about his predicament, he left go of Bakura’s leg and let his mouth crash
down around Bakura’s shaft.

Bakura growled as he threw back his head, “Fuck, that’s good...”

Yami looked up at Bakura’s face for approval as he tasted his salty essence on his tongue. He
tasted something else too... mint?

Bakura grinned down at Yami and cupped his cheek in his hand. “You are doing well, just a bit
longer yet, than I will let you come.”

Yami moaned as Bakura tugged out another bead. He couldn’t help but wonder how many more
were up there.

Bakura’s cock twitched in Yami’s mouth. The thief pushed his pelvis upward, grinding against
Yami’s face. “So close...” he moaned, stroking his fingers through the Pharaoh’s hair.

Yami increased his suction around Bakura’s length as he curled his fingers around the base. He
drew up slowly, his hand following his mouth.

Bakura’s bucked his hips and moaned louder. “Fuck.. COMING!” he gasped, losing control of
his body.

Yami closed his eyes and sealed his lips around the erupting organ, stroking out Bakura’s seed.
He forced himself to swallow his rival’s hot come.

With a shaky hand, Bakura reached for Yami’s cock and yanked off the ring he had placed
around it.

Yami screamed around Bakura’s cock, his vocal chords vibrating against the thief’s tight balls.
His body shook violently as his release shot out of him, pooling on the bed below.

Bakura breathed heavily as he came down from his high.

Yami pulled his mouth up and whimpered as he continued coming harder than he ever had
before.

Bakura grinned as he shifted up and crawled around Yami.

Yami buried his face in the mattress as he started coming down.

From behind, Bakura reached for the string of beads hanging out of the Pharaoh’s ass and yanked
them all out at once, sending one last wave of pleasure through Yami’s body. He leaned over and
kissed the Pharaoh’s back.

Yami collapsed in a heap on the bed. His hair was sticking to his sweat and tear stained face. His
breathing was ragged, and his entire body was shaking.

Bakura slid off the bed and reached for his jeans on the floor as Yami recuperated.

As Yami lay there catching his breath, he suddenly realized what Yugi saw in Bakura. The thief
stayed in control of things, even when it seemed everything was out of control. Through their
entire encounter, Bakura maintained a certain balance. While taking what he wanted, he was still
giving back... in his own twisted way.

“Well, wasn’t that special,” Bakura snickered as he pulled up his pants.

Yami regained his composure and turned around. He looked at Bakura, now seeing him in a
different light. “Bakura... I’m sorry.”

Bakura walked over to the desk and grabbed his jacket off the chair. “Sorry for what?”

Yami bowed his head and sat up, hugging his knees to his chest. “For judging you.”

Bakura pulled on his leather jacket and reached into his pocket. He pulled his switchblade knife
out and sat on the bed next to Yami. He smiled as he sliced his shirt in two, releasing
the Pharaoh’s wrist.

“I have an idea on how we can get out of here. Get some clothes on and follow me.”

Yami nodded his head as he reached for his pants. He noticed a used condom laying on the floor,
and the wrapper laying nearby. He leaned over and picked the wrapper up. He chuckled to
himself as he read the words written on it, “Spearmint flavored.”

Bakura smirked as he picked the used rubber up off the floor. “You didn’t think I’d stick my
dick in you without using protection, did you?” he said as he walked to the trash can and threw it
away. “Fuck, I’m not stupid! I don’t know where you’ve been!”

            “Holy fuck...” Marik moaned as he watched half naked Malik pin completely naked Ryou
down in the middle of a pile of feathers and squirt baby oil onto his stomach.

Malik looked up at Marik and grinned, “You may want to go get your video camera.”

Ryou leaned up and sucked on the side of Malik’s neck, moaning as he ran his hands down his
lover’s smooth, bronze back. The white haired man stopped at his lover’s hips and held them
tightly.

Marik’s eyes widened as he watched Malik arch his back and rub his hands around Ryou’s chest,
spreading the oil around.

Ryou laid back down, looking up at Malik. He spread his legs and bent his knees. “I need you,
Malik,” he moaned softly.

Marik swallowed hard, “I’ll be... right... back..”

 

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A/n: *pant pant* Damn, Bakura is just too sexy when he's on top... fuck yeah! So how did you like that?

*Will respond to reviews next chapter* GO ME! lol