Stalemate

I’m sooooo sorry I haven’t updated in so long. I swear I just haven’t found the time. I’ve been sooo stressed out with all the shit I’ve had to do It’s not even funny. Anyway guys, I’m going to be late for work if I don’t go soon so I can’t really say anything except for enjoy and I promise to update as soon as I can ok?
And sorry for any typos, and verb errors…with the spare time I actually have, it’s going to be hard for me to correct them but I promise to try my best.

Have fun…
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***Past/Marik***

As soon as I stepped into the room, I was overwhelmed by the smell of sex that hung thick in the air as if suspended right above the door. The room was dark, the only light coming from large, dim red gas lamps that hung hie on the ceiling. The crowd in front of me moved to the rhythm of the song—a techno remix version of Korn’s A.D.I.D.A.S, as far as I could tell. We were walking straight into the crowd when Kura stopped dead in his tracks, I was too busy watching some pretty blond, with a nice pert ass, giving head to some old wrinkled bag ‘a’sacks to actually see him so I bumped right into him. Looking straight ahead of me I pushed him off.

“What the fuck Kura! Stop fucking around!” When he didn’t move, I punched him in the shoulder, he grunted but still didn’t say a word, or even acknowledge that I was there… He made no move to answer, which surprised me quite a bit.

“Kura…Hello, Earth to Mars can you read me?” I half snapped, he still made no attempt to snap at me, he was completely focused on something off in the distance. I saw his hair raised up on end, his face tilt downward so that he had to look up alittle in order to glare and his shoulders straighten even as body seemed to grow a few inches.

I was grinning widely (…for like the thousands time that evening…): I’d seen that look cross his face many times, it was a look he gave when he felt somebody was ‘treading on his toes’ …so to speak. By the murderous glint flickering in his eyes, something told me that this ‘somebody’ was past ‘treading on his toes’ and was driving a tractor over his balls…

/I wonder who the poor fucker is…/ I glanced over to where his foreboding gaze was locked and was almost startled. Three men were standing, well…two men were standing and one was down on all fours. The one down on all fours had spiky multicolored hair and a rather innocent face, he wore nothing at all except for handcuffs around both his wrists and ankles, and a short choker/chain that was attached to his master’s ankle. I was stunned to see that both ‘chainee’ and ‘chainer’ were practically the spitting image of each other. The only difference I could see, at that distance, was the one standing was taller, much more dominating and he had a silent power emanating from him.

A slight shudder racked my body, he looked quite regal, he wore purple and black clothing and he-

“Oh! I see you’ve found him my Lord, would you like me to g-”

“You know him?!” I sounded a little awestruck, even to myself and I tried to cover it up “He’s hot, I wouldn’t mind fucking him.”

His crimson eyes locked onto mine and my body shuddered again, that got his attention. He glared at me “Watch your fucking mouth!” he snapped. There was definitely jealousy in his eyes, and I could feel the same emotion begin bubbling inside me. For awhile I was quiet and I looked back at the threesome in the corner of the room, but this time I paid close attention to the third person. He was a taller man, maybe about 6’3 brown hair, and deadly bleu eyes, yet another vision. He towered over the other form and it seemed they were lost deeply in argument. The multicolor-haired man shook his head viscously and snapped something, the taller man looked taken aback, even hurt. I heard Kura chuckle, a sound that was cut short when the taller man grabbed the other by the arm, pulled him forward and planted a hot kiss on his lips. Kura’s body jerked and he moved forward, before I knew what I was doing, I reached forward and grabbed him by the arm to stop him.

“Where the fuck are you going asshole! You are supposed to be taking me to meet this ‘Pharaoh’ of yours.” He slapped my hand away and he continued marching towards them.

“That is the Pharaoh you asshole!”

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***Present/Yami***

/So we are gonna start fresh, all over again. That’s good. I wonder if we’ll move. Moving can be a good thing, especially for people like us who’ve got a lot of baggage. Yeah it would be probably better if we moved. /
I drum my fingers impatiently on the steering wheel of the old stolen Peugeot and stare at the traffic light as if I could somehow will it to change. I can feel nausea slowly begin to take hold of me again, and I close my eyes against it. My fingers now gripping the steering wheel… No matter what I tell myself…I know that something is terribly wrong…

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***Past/Yami***

He placed his lips against mine, and for the briefest second I thought I would fight it…that I could fight. But I gave in to my nature and I put my arms around him and moaned at the friction he created between our bodies. He had begun breathing deeply and I felt myself reaching lower and into his pants when a hand grabbed me by the arm and pulled me away.

“Get your fucking mouth off of him rich boy!”

The hostility in the familiar voice almost made me cringe, and I felt the tension that had been between me and Seto go up a few notches as his eyes settle on the albino I knew was standing behind me.

“What was that Snow White?”

“I sai-”

“I heard what you fucking said!” Seto snapped

“Then back the hell away, fuckhead!” I saw Seto’s eyes narrow, he stepped forward grabbed me by the other arm and pulled me aside. He took hold of Kura by the neck of his shirt and pulled him forward, this time I did cringe, as I heard the slap he delivered. I whirled around just in time to see all hell break loose in the blood red eyes, without blinking Kura stepped foward, his eyes promising Seto a sadist’s heaven. Seto stood his ground, but before a move could be made I stood between them, I held my arms up, he stopped his advance as my hands touched his shoulders.

“Stop it this fucking bullshit Kura! I will fucking kiss whomever I fucking please, and I don’t appreciate being manhandled!” Whirling around I turned to face Seto “That goes for you too Mr. Kaiba I am no-”

“Mr. Kaiba? How can you call me that and-”

“Mr. Kaiba, I do not appreciate being manhandled-”

“Stop it!”

“Mr. Kaiba-”

“Fine…have it your way!”

With that he whirled around and stormed out. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief as I crossed my arms over my chest, I looked back at Kura and glared at him.

“I’m fed up with this Kura…I really, truly am.”

“Since when do your customers call you by your first name…Pharaoh?” I rolled my eyes at him and turned around bending at the knees slightly and petting the head of the naked man attached to my ankles. Straightening to my full height I began to walk away gesturing for Kura to follow me. When something caught my eye. It was the flash of bleach blond hair and the glint of jewelry. A frown began to crease my brow and a grunt brought my complete attention to a fourth presence. I turned around again, and my eyes settled on the man behind Kura, He grinned at me and extended his hand, his expression a mixture of amusement, lust and some other much darker emotion I couldn’t quite place.

I was stunned into stillness when I let my eyes roam over him…he was beautiful. He was slightly muscled, and his smooth skin had a natural tan that contrasted beautifully with his bleach blond hair and his unnatural violet eyes were made even sexier by the oddly shaped tattoos placed right below them. His lips moved, and for a second I heard nothing…It was like a delayed reaction and then our eyes met and the moment lasted forever…until he blinked and it broke the trance. The words he’d spoken finally sunk it.

“Marik Ishtar…” I took his hand and shook it, not trusting myself to speak, when I let go I glanced quickly at Kura curiously before turning around again and gesturing for the both of them to follow.

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***Past/Marik***

Apparently the cops had been hounding Yami and some of the workers of The Underworld for months now, they had caught whiff of the brothel and were seriously looking to shut it down. The workers in question had apparently bit their tongues (how Yami could be so sure of that I don’t know) and he believed he was safe for now, but he was definitely worried that everything would eventually come tumbling down unless they found a way to get the cops of his arse. I had suggested blowing up a couple of police stations… and although Kura had thought it was a brilliant idea, the Pharaoh had rolled his eyes at us and flipped us the bird. A gesture I thought was rather sexy coming from him. Kura had promised to find a way before the end of the month…I believe he had said something about pulling another job with that ‘Dipshit Underwood’.

But four hours had passed since then, and the conversation of the earlier half of the evening was well out of my mind as I half sat, half lay on a long black leather couch in the middle of the Pharaoh’s private quarters. I was drunk out of my mind and I was laughing hysterically as I watched the Pharaoh, who was in a much similar state as mine, fighting to open a tightly shut bottle of whiskey.

“Fuckin’ shiiiittt…I can’t open” He mumbled drunkenly. I laughed some more… “My fuckin’ handsh keep shlippin’..” he slurred. I placed my arms around my belly and continued to laugh, tears welling in my eyes as I did so. But the instant I felt my stomach heave I went dead quiet and after moments Yami stopped to stare at me curiously.

“Yoush lookin’ green…You k?” I gagged in response and I felt fire beginning to rush up my esophagus and my limbs began to feel a little weak. But I managed to turn around and to place my head over the couch and to hurl over it onto the carpeted floor. In the midst of my puking I heard a groan sound from behind me.

“You shon ofacockshuckingash-hole…Thash gonna cosht me…” there was the sound of scrambling and a pained squeak (that had no-doubt came from his look-alike, who he referred to as ‘the little one’) and then I felt a weight on the couch beside me. I groaned when I felt a hand on my ass. “You willing to pay your part for it?” The body shuffled around again and I felt it behind me now, and despite my the burning sensation that ran from the pit of my heaving belly to the foul taste in my mouth I still managed a moan when it was ground into me.

“Kura ishn’t here…the room’sh oursh…” He whispered in my ear “I’ll do anything you wantsh me to…” I tried to tell him it wouldn’t have mattered to me if Kura was in the room. But I didn’t managed to find the time through my puking and the half choked gasping the Pharaoh was causing by rubbing the palm of his hand on the bulge in my pants.

I could almost feel him smiling behind me and, despite my predicament, I closed my eyes in pleasure when he wrapped his arms around me and began to unfasten my buckle and zipper. He pushed my pants down over my hips and onto my bent knees quite easily, before he pulled away. When he returned his flesh was naked and he pressed it, silky and hard against my own smooth ass. He ground himself into me, softly running his hands over the sides of my legs and he whispered something to me that I could not quite make out because of my still lurching stomach. He rubbed my stomach comfortingly for awhile, and when he felt the spasms stop running through it he inched my legs apart, as wide as my pants would allow, and guided me into a more bent and rather exposed position.

My mind was still in a haze, and rather overwhelmed by the number of emotions and sensations running through me. But when his warm arms snaked over my waist again, one of them grabbing my penis and the other my balls, all emotions sank back. I groaned as he massaged my balls and squeezed the tip of my penis, I felt his forehead press on my ass and his tongue darted out to lick the flesh there.

I groaned and bucked my hips slightly and he chuckled in response. He wrapped the hand he was using on the tip of my penis around it loosely and ghosted his fingers over it. Over and over again he did it, promising me something with each back and forth strock, yet giving me nothing. Letting me feel the heat of his hand, a silky brush every once in awhile…but no true friction. He was driving me wild, I growled at him. I began flurry of wild thrusts, he tightened his hand around the base of my penis and squeezed hard. Pain shoot up through my body and I screamed and increased the speed of my thrusts. Pleasured pain coursing through me like the waters of a waterfall. But all of a sudden he pulled away and, once again, I let out a yell. Yami chuckled at me.

He moved both his arms to my ass and parted the cheeks, exposing the little pink ring and I felt his tongue dart out licking it, tasting the sourness. He moaned and pushed his tongue into it, shuffling a little I arched my back downward to allow him better access. He growled and began nibbling and licking at it hungrily.

“Mmm Marik…You taste…so good….” He muttered, somewhere in the back of my mind this registered, but I made no reply. He moved away, then back towards me, and I felt his hardened cock brush against my thigh as he began to position himself. In my drunken state of Euphoria, I almost let him, this did not completely register. All I could feel was absolute bliss, but when the tip of his hard-on touched it’s goal my eyes sprung open and my emotions came flooding back. One of which was complete anger.

I straightened and jabbed back with my elbows and caught him right in the gut, huffing me backed away and yelled.

“What the fuck was that for?” the pain seemed to have snapped him out of his drunken high.

Turning around and sitting, my jeans still at my knees, I grinned at him wickedly.

“I fuck, bitch… I don’t get fucked…” He stared at me for awhile then shrugged, and smiled at me. I wasn’t sure what he was about to do until he tugged at the chain around his ankle and ‘the little one’ came crawling to wards him. Grabbing his penis Yami waved it in front of the kneeling man, and the latter took it into his mouth. He had only taken it in half way when I saw his stomach heave, and he choked.

“Are you watching Marik?” Yami asked in a very husky voice.

“Mmmhmmm”

I heard him make a tsking sound and he patted the man’s cheek, a little with enough force to make the boy wince.

“Yugi!” he spoke in a very reproaching voice “We have an audience…We wouldn’t want to disappoint them would we?” The small boy frowned and shook his head as much as he could.

“Well then, don’t disappoint! Suck all of it! I want all of my prick in that little mouth of yours.”

I watched as Yugi tried desperatly to fit all of Yami’s well sized penis in his mouth and kept delving into gags and chokes until his eyes began watering. My penis had become rather hard, and bright red…and my hips and begun moving and pumping of their own volition as I watched him struggle while taking it in and out of his mouth. Moving forward I ordered. Yami had been watching me as I rose, reached down and grabbed my own penis. Stroking it slowly, I began walking forward.

“Yugi face your ass towards Marik…” he did what he was told

“That’s good…nice….” I muttered as I continued to stroke myself

“Now arch your back…I think he’d like to see that little hole of yours before he breaks it.”

I smiled, my strokes got harsher and I moaned while I reached Yugi. When I was directly behind him, I grabbed his waist and thrust forward, not preparing him the slightest bit. I heard a muffled scream escape his lips as Yami continued pumping his hips into Yugi’s mouth.

I leaned forward and kissed him hard on the lips… I thrusted and bucked as I watched Yami’s own erection enter and exit Yubi’s mouth. I was so close to my peek, a scream lingering just out in the distance when I heard the door slam open and a man came running in.

Yami jerked away from the man, his penis still hard yet nowhere near Yugi’s mouth. I turned around in anger, flexing my hands, ready to tear this person apart. The man was had light brown hair, and golden eyes which were, at that instant, wide and scared.

“My pharaoh, I’m extremely sorry but…the cops…they’ve found us…”

Yami’s eyes went wide “What?!” his voice was hoarse from his previous engagement.

“The police are rading the underworld…Otogi has already been captured…The king is outside…He’s trying to get Mai and the rest out with the bouncers…”

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!” Yami yelled as he scrambled around and began pulling on his pants. I was also immediately in action, pulling on my jeans and shirt. Through all of this I managed to see the strangest expression flicker on the ‘little one’s’ then I turned around and, grabbing Yami by the elbow I led him out of his room. There were a bunch of men, obviously part of the swat team standing right outside of his bedroom door.

“Is there some kind of secret way out of here?” I questioned as I watched them

Yami nodded and began pointing in a certain direction “It’s just th-”

“Good, you and Yugi make for that exit, I’ll stall them.” Yami stared at me, seemingly dumbfounded until I yelled

“What the fuck are you waiting for? Jesus or something?” He snapped out of it. Picking Yugi up off the floor, he made a mad dash for the secret exit.

Watching the twenty cops spread out in front of me, I knew I had no chance of winning. If there had been five of them, yes I would have, if there had been ten …maybe. But twenty? No fucking way!
As I heard Yami’s footsteps become faint through the madness that the brothel had been thrown in, and the twenty men began marching towards me, I wondered just want cell in my insane body had possessed me to risk my own freedom for some prostitute I barely knew…

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