Love Lies

Sorry it took me all day to get this up; I’ve been busy reading George Orwell’s “1984" for one of
my classes. I didn’t want to post this before I proof read it. Just to warn you, there’s a ton of
blood in this one......and its pretty graphic.....

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Love Bleeds

            Marik grabbed Bakura’s wrists and tied them together with the shredded shirt.

“Uh-Ishtar? What are you doing?”

Marik disregarded Bakura’s question and grabbed one of the broken shards of glass that were
still laying in the middle of the floor. He held the long, sharp object up to Bakura’s throat and
snarled.

“You talk to fucking much, shut up!” 

Bakura leered up at Marik with the razor sharp glass still pressing against his throat.

Marik started to laugh as he pressed the glass into Bakura’s flesh a little harder.

“That’s better........now......where was I? Oh, yes..that’s right.”

Setting the shard down temporarily, Marik tied the free ends of Bakura’s bindings to the leg of
the coffee table, his eyes glowing with mischief as he did so.

He picked the sharp glass up again with his right hand as he covered Bakura’s mouth with his
left. He slowly pressed the glass into the skin between Bakura’s collar bone and drew it slowly
downward, leaving a deep cut in it’s wake.

Bakura let out a series pain filled cries, but they were muffled by Marik’s hand over his mouth.

Once he reached Bakura’s navel, he stopped. He tossed the shard aside and positioned his lips
over the fresh surface wound. He slowly kissed his way up the bloody trail, stroking Bakura’s
manhood with his free hand as he did so.

“Gods, yeah........oh yeah.......” Bakura whimpered as he rhythmically rocked his hips into

 Marik’s stroking motion.

Marik pressed his blood stained lips against Bakura’s and forced Bakura to taste his own blood.

Bakura’s eyes rolled back as his senses were overwhelmed by the intoxicating taste of his own
blood. He snarled evilly as the gold ring around his neck began to glow. He summoned up just
enough shadow magic for him to be able to tear the bindings around his wrists apart. Marik
quicky called on his own shadow powers to help him restrain his wily partner. He asserted all his
energy into keeping Bakura flat on his back, while at the same time, impaling himself into his
lover’s un-prepared body.

Bakura threw his head back and let out a piercing scream that was loud enough to wake the dead,
or at least roll them over in their graves.

 Marik sucked air through his clenched teeth as his manhood invaded the writhing man beneath
him.

“Bakura......you’re hot as fucking hell.....can’t ......get...enough”

Tears pooled at the corners of Bakura’s eyes, but he blinked them away.

“That.......hurts........asshole” he panted as Marik pounded into him.

Marik started to laugh as he nipped at Bakura’s earlobe.

“But you love it........don’t you Bakura.”

Bakura’s face slowly broke into an evil grin,

“You know it”

Marik let out another little chuckle.

“Besides......you’re wear you belong tomb robber, on the bottom!”

Bakura snarled like a pissed off cat and jerked hard enough to free one of his wrists. He threw his
free arm around Marik and scraped his nails down Marik’s back, biting down hard into Marik’s
lower lip.

Marik winced at the sudden pain. He leered down at Bakura and growled.

“Now you’re gonna get, thief.”

Marik slammed himself repeatedly into Ba, se, sending them both into a state of sexual
euphoria.

Just as they both felt theody&ody’s about toeaseease............................

***DING- DONG***

Marik stopped mid stroke and looked around the room nervously.

“What the hell was that!”

Bakura rolled his eyes and sighed.

“That was the Ra-damned door bell”

Marik made a face at Bakura, one of utter amusement.

“You’re hikari has bells on his doors? Does he tie red ribbons around them too? Have you been
giving him the evil eye again?” (Yes, to combat the “evil eye,” tie up some bells rib ribbons-no
joke-)

Bakura started to laugh.

“Very funny Marik. Somebody’s at the front door, we better make ourselves scarce.”

Marik leaned over and gave Bakura a parting kiss.

“Okay, but just remember-I’m not finished with you yet.”

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“Malik?”

“Ryou?”

“How did we get here?”

“Why are we......uh......not wearing clothes?”

Ryou winced in pain as he gaped at his chest.

“Shit, owe......why is there a huge bleeding gash running down my chest?”

Malik wiped his bottom lip and looked at his hand.

“What the hell? Why is my mouth bleeding?”

**DING DONG**

Ryou impulsively reacted by grabbing onto Malik’s arm.

“Shit, somebody’s here; We can’t let anybody see us like this!”

Malik calmly put his arm around Ryou.

“Don’t sweat it Ryou, we can go upstairs and pretend we’re not here. C’mon”

Ryou nodded his head.

“I just hope they don’t come in......it look like a crime scene in here.”

Malik let out a long sigh.

“Sure does......let’s get upstairs and try to figure out what’s going on.”

Malik stood up and helped Ryou up.

“Oh, owe....my ass...it....hurts......”

Malik wrapped his arm around Ryou and helped him over to the stairs..

“I’m sorry Ryou, I think I......”

Malik stopped mid sentence and swallowed back the lump forming in his throat.

“I have a baelineling about this” he said instead.

Malik lead Ryou to the upstairs bathroom where sat him on the fuzzy blue toilet seat. He grabbed
the hand towel that hung buy the sink and got it wet.

“You got the brunt of whatever just happened.....damn Ryou....this cut is bad,”

Ryou winced as Malik touched the cold cloth to his chest.

“Malik........owe......how..bad?”

Malik lightly dabbed as much blood off of Ryou as he could. It was hard for him to get it all
because the cut continued to bleed.

Malik turned to rinse out the cloth when he heard Ryou make an odd noise.

He quickly turned to see what was wrong.

Ryou took a deep breath.

“Your back Malik.....it’s.......rather disturbing.”

“Yes, I know, but that’s the price if being born a stupid tomb keeper.”

Ryou shook his head.

&n">“No Malik.....look”

Malik twisted himself around to get a good look at his back in the mirror.

“My gods.....”

Malik closed his eyes and continued to rinse out the cloth in his hands.

He ignored the deep scratches trickling blood on his back.

Malik kneeled down in front of Ryou and began to wipe the blood off of his thighs.

“It’s not like it’s the first time my back got carved up.”

Ryou impulsively reached out and out his hand on Malik’s shoulder.

“Thank you Malik”

Malik nodded his head as he gently rubbed every trace of red off of Ryou.

“It’s only fair.”

Suddenly, the silence that once enshrouded the upstairs was broken as the sound of footsteps
echoing through the hall.

“Ryou? Are you up here?”

Ryou’s eyes grew wide.

“That sounds like Yugi, what should we do?”

Malik panicked and grabbed two towels hanging on the wall. He tossed one to Ryou and tied the
other around his waist.

“Here, quickly, put this on”

Just as he finished his sentence, the door knob turned and Yugi peeked inside. His facial
expression was one of utter shock.

“Ryou? Malik? Are you two alright?”

Malik laughed nervously as he scratchis his head.

“Uh-yes Yugi, everything is fine.......we were just........uh......”

“Just getting cleaned up. We were wrestling in the livingroom and got a little carried away.”

Ryou finished.

Yugi opened the door a little more.

“Are you sure you’re alright? Looks like a war tore through here!”

“M’hm”

“Most definitely”

Ryou and Malik put on their best happy faces and held their breath.

“Alright.......Hey, I need to talk to about something important Ryou. Would you mind coming
down to the game shop in an hour or so?”

Ryou nodded his head.

“Sounds like a plan, Yugi. I’ll be there.”

Yugi closed the door and quickly left the house. As soon as the coast was clear, Bakura and
Marik took control once again.

“Did you hear that? The dueling midget invited us over! He’s making it too easy to get my rod
back!”

Bakura grinned evilly as he brushed his bangs out of his eyes with his fingers.

“Yeah yeah, I heard.........Marik? Can I ask you something?”

Marik cocked his head.

“What?”

“If I jumped on your back........would you beat me off?”

Marik wagged his eyebrows and laughed.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself”

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