My Pet Yami

and then....................................... Yami died!

The End???

(Okay, just shitting ya’z.......Yami is alive and well;-) I’m just having fun *evil grin*)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Nike

If You’re Happy and You Know It.......

            “Wake up hair-head.” Bakura snorted as he walked into the room Yami was being held
in.

Yami could feel the cold metal cuffs still restraining his wrists and ankles. His entire body ached
from not only the abuse he’d taken, but also from sleeping sitting up. But wait a minute! This
wasn17;t17;t the underworld.....he was still in Bakura’s basement! Hadn’t the metal box at his feet
exploded and taken his life?

“Marik! What in the seven hells is taking you so long!” The thief yelled up the basement stairs.

“Just settle the fuck down, Bakura! I’ll be there in a minute!” Marik retorted from upstairs.

“I don’t have a minute! Move your ass!” Bakura yelled back.

“Don’t piss me off, tomb robber! It’s six o’clock in the fucking morning, and I’m not responsible
for anything homicidal I do before noon! Keep your fucking pants on!”

Yami didn’t want to open his eyes. He dreaded to see what Bakura was doing. The sound of
metal clanging against metal echoed through the dark, musty basement room. It sounded a lot
like keys, but Yami couldn’t be sure.

“I’m going to do this without you, Ishtar!” Bakura shouted angrily.

“I’m coming down! Gods, don’t get your panties in bunch!”

Yami could hear the basement steps creek with every step Marik took. He seemed to be
descending slowly, like he was being careful for some reason.

“Okay, I’m here. Now flip the damn switch or whatever. I need to get back upstairs.” Marik
announced as he entered the room wearing only a pair of black Nike jogging pants and carrying
a glass serving tray with some sort of strange looking concoction plopped on it.

“Just hold on, we need to wake our pet up.” Bakura laughed in a menacing voice.

Yami shivered as a cold hand touched his knee.

“I don’t give a fuck if your tired, WAKE UP!” Bakura growled venomously.

Yami slowly opened his blood shot crimson eyes.

“What” he said in a low, raspy voice. His mouth was so dry that his tongue tasted like leather.

Marik set his tray down, pushed Bakura out of his way, and hopped up onto Yami’s lap. He
wrapped his arms around the pharaoh and gave him a big wet kiss on the lips. Marik’s mouth
tasted reminiscently like alcohol.

“Hey little sexy, want to see my rod?” Marik giggled drunkly.

Bakura grabbed a tuft of Marik’s silky blond hair and yanked him off of Yami. Bakura pulled
Marik face to face with him and glared.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? The pharaoh isn’t your horse, so quit trying to ride
him!”

Marik clenched his fist and wacked Bakura’s forearm as hard as he could, causing Bakura to
release his grip on his hair.

“Son of a fucking prick! Don’t touch me unless I give you permission to, got that?”Marik hissed
as he staggered backward and fell on his ass.

Bakura rubbed his sore forearm and made a sour face.

“That’s it, Ishtar.....I’m locking the liquor cabinet and hiding the key.”

“You’ll do no such thing!” Marik shrieked as he scrambled to get his feet.

Bakura rolled his eyes.

“Let’s just stop this senseless bickering and give the pharaoh his wake up call.”

Marik crossed his arms and glowered at the thief.

“Uust you wait until I sober up. I’ll shove my rod so far up your ass you’ll taste it!”

Bakura grinned smugly at the seething Egyptian.

“Promise?”

Yami couldn’t take it any longer. Bakura and Marik’s constant need to insult each other was
more than he could handle.

“PLEASE STOP!” Yami pleaded desperately with the quarrelsome duo.

“Yeah Bakura, listen to your pharaoh! He said stop!” Marik smarted off in response to Yami’s
plea.

Bakura growled some kind of sarcastic remark under his breath and rolled his eyes. He kneeled
down in front of Yami and started laughing.

“We’re not in the Egypt......pharaoh....you have no say in anything here. By the way, are you not
just a little curious as to why I hooked these wires up to this metal chair?”

“Go fuck yourself, tomb robber.” Yami snapped back.

Not taking Yami’s attitude lightly, Bakura swung his arm around and slapped the restrained
pharaoh across the face. Yami could only close his eyes before Bakura’s hand connected with
his cheek.

“Is that anyway for a gos to talk now? I suggest that you keep your mouth shut. Using that tone
of voice with me may prove detrimental to your health.”

Marik grabbed Bakura’s shoulder and swung him around to face him.

“Bakura, shut up for a minute.........I think I heard that annoying door bell.”

All three yami’s stayed still listening for the door bell to ring again.

A little less that a minute later all three of them heard it.

“Well what are you waiting for? Answering it! Can’t you see I’m busy here?” Bakura snapped.

Marik glared at Bakura and took a step back.

“It’s your house, YOU answer the door!”

Bakura returned Marik’s glare and picked up a screwdriver.

“Just send whoever it is to the Shadow Realm, alright? I think the pharaoh here would like to
learn what exactly this chair does.”

Marik shook his head.

“I doubt that. I think he’d rather eat something. Do you realize you haven’t bothered to feed him
since he got here? He might be immortal, but his body isn’t, fool. What’s the fun of a dead toy?”

Bakura didn’t speak, but he didn’t have to in order to get his point across. His eyes shot daggers
at Marik he stalked reluctantly towards the stairs.

Marik just ignored Bakura’s doom gaze and retrieved the glass serving dish strange looking
concoction plopped on it.

He set it on the floor next to the chair Yami was in and waited until Bakura was out of sight.

Once the coast was clear, Marik pulled a key out of his pocket and quickly unlocked Yami’s
wrists.

Yami looked up at Marik’s face with disbelief. Once again it was Marik to the rescue. Marik’s
actions bewildered Yami, but he wasn’t going to complain.

“I tried making you something to eat, but it didn’t really turn out like I expected it too.” Marik
explained as he picked up the glass tray and set it on Yami’s lap.

Yami looked over the strange food on his lap and glanced up at Marik.

“What did you intend it to be?” he ask cautiously.

“Coq au Chambertin, it’s one of those fancy French things. It looks nothing like the picture, I
know.”

Yami sniffed the dish Marik had prepared for him and looked up.

“It doesn’t smell that bad really, is there chicken and bacon in this?”

Marik smiled proudly and nodded head.ead. He seemed very pleased that Yami was able to
decipher out some of the ingredients to his creation.

“Yes, yes it is, pharaoh. The chicken is fresh too, I grd itd it off some farm just out of town.
The little bastard bled like a pig when I cut his head off.”

Yami felt him stomach churn as he took a small bite of the chicken. As he chewed his food, he
realized it didn’t taste as disgusting as it looked. He quickly took another bite.

“Mm, this is good Marik, what else is in it?”

Marik sat on the floor next to Yami and watched him eat.

“All I remember is the booze.....I think it was called Cognac.”

Yami swallowed another bite as he nodded his head.

Marik got up and walked over to the stairs. He listened closely while Yami practically finished
eating.

“Shit, I think Bakura’s coming back. Quick, we need to lock you back up.”

Yami wiped his chin and set the tray back on the floor.

“Oh goody” he retorted sarcastically as he placed his wrists back in the metal restraints.

Marik hastily clamped the cuffs around Yami’s wrists and locked them up tight only seconds
before Bakura began his descent down the stairs.

“Who was at the door?” Marik ask curiously.

Bakura shrugged his shoulders and held up a box of cookies.

“Some little brat threw these at me and ran away when I answered the door. I they’re some sort
of cookie. Want them, Ishtar?”

“Let me see” Marik responded as he took the box from Bakura. “Sure, I’ll take them.”

Bakura made a sour face as Marik ripped open the box and stuffed one of the thin, round
chocolate mint cookies in his mouth.

“You’ll eat anything, won’t you.” Bakura remarked.

Marik ignored Bakura’s comment and sat down on the concrete floor eating his cookies.

Bakura stood in front of Yami wearing a cocky smile.

“Now.....where was I? Oh, yes, I remember now.”

Bakura picked up a wire with an alligator clip attached to the end and clamped it to one side of
the piercing going through Yami’s member.

Yami closed his eyes and wondered what the white haired thief was up to. He knew it had to be
bad.

“Ishtar, take a break from stuffing your face and look over here.” Bakura grinned evilly.

Marik set his cookies down for a minute and looked up.

“What?” he ask while chewing the last cookie.

“You’re going to love this.” Bakura laughed as he clapped his hands together.

Yami suddenly threw his head back and cried out.......but not in pain.

“Oh..gods.....can’t....take it! YES!” he screamed in total ecstacy.

Marik chuckled as he went back to eating his cookies.

“Looks like your invention worked.”

Bakura smiled proudly as he clapped his hands together, stopping the current flow.

Yami slouched forward gasping for air. His face was beat red and sweat had already formed a
thin film along his hairline.

“I call it the clapper seat, pharaoh. I wanted to test it out before I hooked it up to Marik.”

Marik almost choked on his cookie.

“Excuse me?”

Bakura clapped his hands and winked at Marik. Yami let out another loud pleasure filled cry.

“You heard me.....Sparky.” Bakura purred.

“Oh gods! Ra, Osiris, Me, I CAN’T TAKE IT!!!!! AHHHH!” Yami screamed at the top of his
lungs.

Yami’s outburst sent Bakura to his knees laughing hysterically. Even Marik had to laugh.

Bolts of red, blond and black hair were standing on end. Yami looked like he wanted to cry as he
squirmed against his restraints.

“Please make it stop! No, don’t! Yes, do! Oh gods!”

Marik clapped his hands together and relieved Yami of his extremely intense orgasm.

Bakura glared at Marik and clapped his hands.

Yami let out a blood curdling scream as the electric pulses shot through his body.

“NOOOOO!”

Marik got up off the floor and took a few steps toward Bakura. He again clapped his hands,
stopping Yami’s discomfort.

Bakura went to clap his hands, but Marik caught his wrist.

“I don’t think so, bucko.”

Bakura leered evilly back at Marik.

“You don’t scare me.”

Marik yanked Bakura against his body and captured his lips with his own.

Bakura growled into Marik’s kiss. He thrust his hips forward and ground then into Marik’s.

“Maybe I’m not trying to scare you....yet.” Marik smirked as he ran his free hand through
Baa’s tousled white spikes.

Bakura tilted his head back and moaned loudly. Marik licked his lips just before plunging his
teeth into Bakura’s exposed neck.

Yami, who had finally regained his composure, closed his eyes and started banging his head
back against the wall.

“Oh great.....Just what I needed to see.” He groaned as he watched Marik tear off Bakura’s white
t-shirt.

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I know this chapter is a little short and a bit mellow, sorry about that. I have a good reason for it
though.....I’ll post the totally insane reason as to why at the website I listed on my profile page in
the morning. You won’t believe it......LOL. (The word “Kaboom!” has to do with why)

So anyway, I’ll have something more intense for you in the next chapter.....Yami has to do some
very *interesting* things to *earn* his duel deck back.......