Love Lies

Twist of Yami  

            The music playing out of the small portable cd player seemed to choreograph Marik and
Bakura’s every over-glorified erotic movement. The song on now was a lot faster. Yami wasn’t
sure, but he guessed the song’s name was “Am I Evil.” He wasn’t surprised Bakuruld uld have
this cd. It was dark and wickedly erotic, much like Bakura.

            Yami shifted around uncomfortably against the cool wall. His palms began to sweat and
his pulse was rising fast. He hadn’t watched two men go at each other like this in many
millenniums.

He couldn’t resist taking another quick glance at over indulgent sex act going on only a few
paces away from him.  

          &# Marik slammed Bakura down onto the cold concrete floor with excessive brute force.

Bakura’s body made a slapping noise as it came in contact with the hard surface. The white
haired yami howled in pain as his Egyptian assailant instantly straddled his hips and started
dragging his nails down his victim’s writhing naked body.

Bakura wasted no time returning the bloody favor. He leaned up and pulled Marik into a bruising
kiss.

            Yami could hear their teeth click as their mouths met with equal force. He closed his
eyes and tried to picture something else.

His self control was about to break though.....his body was betraying him. He felt the crotch of
his jeans growing tighter by the second.

“Why?” he moaned quietly as he unbuttoned his tight, black jeans.

            Bakura dug his fingernails deep into Marik’s taut cheeks; leaving pools of red in their
wake.

Marik moaned into Bakura’s mouth as he leaned back and allowed Bakura to have the top
position.

WantWant you bad” Marik whimpered desperately as he thrust his needy hips upward against his
counterpart’s.

Bakura reached down and began to slowly stroke Marik’s super-charged arousal in a slow,
painstaking manner.

“In good time Ishtar, all in good time.” he purred evilly.

Marik grabbed fistfuls of Bakura’s hair and yanked furiously as his body screamed out with
need.

“Stop......fucking......around. Need you....want you...NOW!” Marik growled between clenched
teeth.

           Yami’s face was growing hot. A thin film of sweat had already formed on his forehead.
He pulled his knees to his chest and hugged them close to his body. He continued to keep his
eyes closed as he tried to coax Yugi out of his soul room. Yami knew he couldn’t take this much
more.

//Yugi, please come out, I’m having problems here.//

Yami didn’t receive a reply, just as he expected. Yugi could be very stubborn at times. Yami let
out a long sigh and debated whether his current circumstances were actually worse than being
upstairs.

.

Marik and Bakura suddenly grew silent. Yami looked up and saw them both staring directly at
him.

“Pharaoh? Are feelfeeling okay?” Marik ask curiously as he sat up.

Bakura perched his chin on Marik’s shoulder and draped his arms loosely around Marik’s
shoulders. He continued to feather light, teasing kisses along Marik’s glistening Egyptian skin as
he looked back at Yami.

“Honestly Pharaoh, we don’t mind if you join in”

Yami tried to hide his true feelings and laughed.

“I don’t think I’m ready for your kind of love.”

Marik grinned at Bakura sidelong.

Bakura returned the grin with and sharp nod of approval.

Yami got the distinct impression they knew what the other was thinking somehow.

Marik left Bakura’s side and crawled on all fours over to Yami. He held out his hand in a
friendly gesture as he kneeled in front of the smaller pharaoh. Marik’s eyes were clouded over
with intense lust as he took Yami’s hand into his own.

“Join us pharaoh, you know you want to.”

Marik’s suggestive words flooded Yami’s mind. He stared forward at Marik with a blank
expression. Yami’s body burned need, but his heart ached for Yugi.

Marik reached up and ran his free hand lightly along Yami’s jaw.

Yami closed his eyes and sucked air in between his clenched teeth as Marik’s fingertips
feathered his cheek so lightly that it sent shivers down Yami’s spine.

“I promise we’ll take it easy on you.” Marik assured him.

 Yami couldn’t hold back any longer, he reached up and laced his fingers with Marik’s. He
gazed with a pleading desire into Marik’s purple eyes. 

“Let’s just keep this between the three of us though, alright?”

Marik nodded his head as he brought his lips up to Yami’s.

“It’ll be our evil little secret.”

Bakura slithered up next to Yami and lightly brushed his finger across Yami’s lower lip.

Yami parted his lips and moaned.

Bakura smiled at Marik as he leaned in closer to Yami.

“Do us a favor Ishtar; light some incense and pull out the blankets. I think it’s in our best interest
to keep our pharaoh comfortable.”

Marik rolled his eyes as he got to his feet and went to retrieve some blankets..

Yami didn’t move. He had a very apprehensive look in his eyes.

Bakura lowered his eyes and grinned.

“You need to relax if you’ring ing to enjoy this you know.”

Yami tried to smile, but his hands began to tremble.

Bakura moved in front of Yami and covered his shaking hands with his own.

“Pharaoh......I know how you’re feeling.”

“Yeah right, you don’t have the capacity to feel what I do.” Yami scoffed sarcastically.

Bakura bit down hard on his bottom lip. He hated Yami’s arrogance.

Bakura took a few deep breaths and squeezed Yami’s thin hands.

“You don’t understand. I know you’re scared shitless right now, I can see it in your eyes. You
can’t fool me, pharaoh. I know fear when I see it.”

Yami scrunched up his nose and grinned pompously at Bakura.

“Is that what you see every mornwhenwhen you look in the mirror?”

Bakura fought the urge to choke the afterlife out of Yami, and reached out and touched his
cheek.

“What makes you think you can intimidate me?”

Yami gazed deep into Bakura’s smokey brown eyes and remained silent. He stared at the
demonic looking yami as if he was trying to read him.

Bakura didn’t say a word as he allowed Yami to see through him.

“Why don’t you two stop admiring each other’s eyes and get your pretty little asses over here.”
Marik growled as he placed the lit incense stick in a gold holder.

The room began to fill with the scent of Egyptian Musk.

Bakura and Yami got to their feeeverever breaking their eye contact.

Marik stormed over to the two of them and glared.

“You two need to cut the romance and get to the good stuff.”

Yami, while still staring into Bakura’s eyes, took a step closer to the white haired yami.

Bakura took a step closer to Yami.

Both their bodies were just barely touching.

Yami reached up and draped his arm around Bakura’s neck.

Bakura leaned in closer.

“I.....never realized.........Bakura...” Yami said in almost a whisper.

corncorners of Bakura’s mouth curved into a small smile.

“I knew you’d understand eventually. We’re both more alike than eother of us would like to
admit.”

Yami nodded his head as he brought his lips up to Bakura’s.

 Bakura parted his lips and accepted Yami’s kiss.

Marik stood back glaring.

“Go fucking figure.......greedy thief.......” he growled to himself.

Bakura chuckled as he and Yami turned up the heat between them.

“I heard that!”

Yami pulled away for a moment and smiled at lonely Marik.

“Have you no patience, Ishtar?”

Bakura took his window of opportunity and silenced Yami by shoving his tongue into Yami’s
moist mouth.

Yami moaned loudly as he allowed Bakura to take control of the kiss.

Marik lowered his eye he he got behind Bakura and presses his hips against Bakura’s body.

“I’ve got a present for you.” He purred into Bakura’s ear.

Bakura started to moan as Marik rubbed his erection against him.

“Mmm....so hard.”

Yami reached down with his free hand and unzipped his jeans.

Bakura reached down and freed Yami’s manhood from his jeans. Yami moaned loudly as
Bakura slowly stroked him.

“Fuck, Yeah!” Bakura exclaimed both Marik and Yami gyrated their bodies against him.

Marik reached around Bakura and aided him in stoking Yami’s throbbing arousal.

Yami’s breathing became more irregular and his knees were getting weak. He could feel his
release pooling up inside himself.

“Guys.....slow down......can’t.......take it......” he whimpered as he hips involuntarily thrust into
their grip.

Marik and Bakura acknowledged Yami’s request and released him. Bakura turned around and
faced Marik.

“Now it’s your turn” he snarled playfully.

Marik grinned evilly as he leaned over and scooped Bakura up into his strong arms.

Bakura didn’t fight him to Yami’s surprise. Bakura hungrily attacked Marik’s neck with a
barrage of unadulterated lustful nips and kisses.

Yami stripped off his clothing as he watched Marik carry Bakura over to the bed of blankets.

Marik laid Bakura down and got on top of him. He ran his fingers over Bakura’s chest, stopping
at his right nipple. He teased the perky pink flesh with his fingertip, causing it to grow firm.

“Let me take you” Marik purred as he positioned himself between Bakura’s legs.

Bakura glanced over at Yami and than back at Marik.

“Make it a good show for the pharaoh.” He grinned.

Marik looked up at Yami and winked.

“This one’s for you, pharaoh.” he laughed evilly as he spread Bakura’s legs.

Bakura closed his eyes and held his breath. He knew Marik was getting ready to pound him into
the cement.

To Bakura’s relief, the ripping pain he was expecting never happened. He opened his eyes and
was surprised to find Yami changing places with Marik.

Yami kneeled in in Marik’s place while Marik crawled behind Bakura.

“Turn over.” Yami grinned as he ran his hand down Bakura’s slender, white thigh.

Bakura quickly rolled over and got up on all fours.

Marik grinned down at his lover, who was now in a perfect position, and grabbed him by his
hair. Marik grinned evilly down at his chocolate eyed incubus.

“You won’t be as likely to forget I’m here with this in your mouth.” he scoffed as he rammed
him shaft down Bakura’s throat.

Yami coated his arousal with some clear gel that was conveniently laying next to the blankets
and grabbed Bakura by his hips.

Bakura moaned as Yami slowly inserted his manhood into him.

Marik threw his head back growled as the vibrations from Bakura’s voice sent ripples down his
shaft.

“Oh gods yeah, so fucking hot!”

Yami’s thrusts slowly got more aggressive as he slammed deeper into Bakura’s tight passage.

Marik leaned over and surprised Yami with a passionate kiss. Yami reached up with one and and
brought Marik’s face closer. They feasted on each other mouths as their bodies grew closer to
release.

Bakura moaned and whimpered as he pleasured Marik and Yami at the same time. Marik ran his
hand along Bakura’s spine and than reached around and took hold of Bakura’s weeping shaft.

He briskly began to stoke the writhing white haired yami, causing Bakura’s senses to explode.

Yami bit down on Marik’s lip as he felt the first signs of his pending orgasm emerge.

“Going to......come.....GODS!”

Yami began to slam furiously into Bakura, spilling his essence deep within him.

Yami’s rapid motions slammed Bakura against Marik, causing him to take Marik’s manhood
deeper down his throat. Marik wrapped his arm around Yami to steady himself as he screamed
into his release.

Bakura swallowed most of the salty fluid Marik had shared with him, but a little remained on his
lips. His body twitched with need for his own pending release. Marik didn’t neglect Bakura’s
need, and stroked Bakura into his orgasm. Bakura’s hips heaved forward and screamed as his
body let go.

Yami and Marik both collapsed on top of Bakura in a tangled heap of arms and legs.

All three yami’s laid still for a moment as they caught their breath.

Bakura made a strange noise from underneath the pile.

“Fuck......you’re......killing me.” he winced as Yami and Marik’s weight pressed down on his
body.

Yami moved off of Bakura and chuckled.

“Is that betR”

Bakura took a few deep breaths as Marik got off of him too.

“I’m fine.” Bakura nodded as he sat up.

Yami looked up at Marik with a devilish grin.

“I think I can understand why you two are together.”

Marik cocked his head curiously.

“Oh? Explain why than.”

Yami wiped the sweat off of his forehead and chuckled.

“Bakura makes a great bitch.”

Marik started to laugh very hard and fell over.

Bakura crossed his arms and pouted.

“What in teveneven hells is that suppose to mean!”

Marik covered his mouth to try to repress his laughter.

“That Bakura, was the dreaded Yami burn.”

Marik laughed even harder at his own comment.

Bakura scrunched up his nose and glared at both Yami and Marik.

“Hmph! Well, just so you know, I faked it, HA!”

Yami reached over and patted Bakura’s damp, spiky hair as the song on the cd ended.

“Sure Bakura.......we believe you.R/p> /p>

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Surprise! A whole chapter of Yami/Marik/ Bakura lemony freshness! Don’t worry though, the
rest of the characters will be back tomorrow. *grin*