Hellraisers

Confess your Sins

            The scent of opium scented incense mixed with cigarette smoke filled Bakura’s
bedroom. A faint red light coming from his lava lamp illuminated his creamy white hair. He
was elated to finally be home. The four walls of his bedroom seemed like a prison sometimes,
but they also served as a refuge from the crazy world outside of them. 

Bakura picked up his guitar. He ran his fingers over the smooth rosewood fretboard and smiled
reminiscently. He remembered they day he’d brought the Bronze series BC Rich Warlock into
his life. He hadn’t walked into the music store with intentions of stealing the instrument, but
when he saw the wicked body style and widow headstock, he just had to have it. The $800.00
price tag was $795.00 too much for Bakura to afford, so he knew he had to make a plan. Not
wanted to attract too much attention, Bakura looked arofor for the security cameras. He only
saw one, and it was up by the cash register. Very convenient! Bakura glanced over at the man
working behind the register and grinned. The man was currently distracted by another customer.
Bakura very quietly grabbed a soft, black guitar case off of a rack and ripped off the price tag.
He casually walked up to the counter with a big smile on his face.

“Excuse me, but the nuts on the input jack of my guitar got loose and fell off, do you have any
extras?”

The man nodded his head.

“Sure do, let me finished ringing this person up and I’ll go in back and get them for you. By any
chance, is your guitar a Peavey Predator?”

Bakura had no clue what the man was talking about, but nodded his head.

The attendant rolled his eyes.

“You’re the 5^th person this week that’s had that problem with that model of guitar. I’m ready to
call the company and let them know their product is faulty.”

Bakura nodded his head. “Yes, I would suggest you do that, this isn’t the first time it’s happened
to me.”

The man finished ringing the other customer up. Once they were gone, they man went in the
back room of the store to get Bakura’s nuts.

“I’ll just look around while you’re busy.” Bakura smirked, by saying he was going to be lng
ng
around, it would explain why he left the front desk.

While the man was distracted, Bakura quickly rushed over to the guitar he wanted and shoved it
in the case. He could hear the man’s footsteps growing closer, so he scooted over a few feet and
started looking at guitar picks. He saw one with a picture of a little horned demon holding pitch
fork and had to have it. Just to make things look good, he was actually going to pay for it too!

“Here you go boy, these nuts are heavier than the ones that come stock with the Predators. I
think they’ll hold up for you much better.” The man said as he walked out from the back room.

Bakura looked up from the case of picks and smiled.

“Thank you very much, I had a feeling that bigger nuts would solve my problem. Um, could I
buy this pick?”

The man unlocked the pick case and handed Bakura the pick. Bakura reached for his wallet, but
the man stopped him.

“You seem like a nice young man, no charge. You just keep playing that guitar of yours.”

“Will do!” Bakura replied as he headed out the door.

            Bakura chuckled to himself as he tuned his guitar. Unlike most people, guilt was not in
his emotional vocabulary. He loved the fact that he was such a good thief. He a good thief, he
was a damn good guitarist because of it. Bakura finished tuning and plugged a black cord into
the input jacks on his guitar and amplifier. He flipped on the power switch and started cranking
out some wicked riffs.

            Ryou sniffled quietly as the sound of Bakura’s guitar playing resounded from down the
hall. He stared at the telephone on his desk and inwardly wished it would ring. His eyes were
puffy from crying, and his bottom lip hurt from biting it.

“Malik....” He whimpered, his voice filled with regret. Ryou got up off of his bed and looked
into his mirror. Bakura had started playing one of his favorite songs, “Diary of a Madman” by
Ozzy Osbourne.

Some of the words echoed through Ryou’s head as he stared at himself crying in the mirror.

*A sickened mind and spirit

The mirror tells me lies

Could I mistake myself for someone

Who lives behind my eyes

Will he escape my soul

Or will he live in me

Is he tryin' to get out or tryin' to enter me*

“BAKURA! TURN THAT DAMN THING DOWN!” Ryou screamed at the top of his lungs,
slamming his clenched fists down on his mahogany dresser. Tears streamed down the saddened
hikari’s cheeks. Ryou buried his face in his hands. Moments later Ba poa poked his head into
Ryou’s room and glared.

“You better watch how you talk to me you little bast-” Bakura suddenly cut himself off when he
saw Ryou kneeling by his bed crying.

“Now what the hell is wrong with you?” Bakura growled, leaning his guitar on the woutsoutside
Ryou’s door.

Ryou looked up for a moment and glanced at his yami.

“I’m just fine” he hiccuped.

Bakura could see Ryou was far from fine, so he reluctantly walked in and sat on the opposite
side of the bed. He crossed hims ams and made a sour face at Ryou.

“You’re lying.”

Ryou hiccuped as he looked up at Bakura.

“How do you know?”

Bakura crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.

“I can read your feeble mind. You had a disagreement with Malik, blah blah blah......get over it.
You’re pathetic crying is going to get you nowhere.”

Ryou tried as hard as he could to swallow back his tears. Deep down he knew Bakura was right.

“I’m sorry” Ryou sobbed into his sleeve, his big brown eyes still glistening with tears.

Bakura sensed that Ryou needed someone to talk too.......so he hopped off the bed and made for
the door as fast as he could- but not fast enough!

“Bakura? Should I call Malik?” Ryou ask softly.

Bakura cringed as he stopped and turned around. As much as he wanted to bolt out the door and
leave Ryou drowning in his tears, he couldn’t. It wasn’t because he cared, but because running
was useless anyway. Ryou’s annoying crying would come through their mind link anyways.

“Call whoever you want, I’m not stopping you.” Bakura snapped sharply as he walked back and
sat on the edge of Ryou’s bed.

Ryou stared at his telephone and sighed.

“The argument was my fault, I got upset with Malik when he hugged Marik.”

“You got jealous?”kurakura smirked.

Ryou bit down on his already chewed on bottom lip and nodded.

“That’s the jist of it I guess. I know I was in the wrong, but it really bothered me when I saw
him, well, kno know.”

“You’re being ridiculous as usual. As usual, you’re climbing the mountain of ignorance and
have hit the highest peak. You should just call Malik and tell him you’re a moron. Explain to
him that you can’t help it.” Bakura replied with a smirk on his face.

Ryou shook his head and glanced out his slightly open bedroom window. A light breeze blew
through his room, causing him to shiver.

“I can’t call him......I just....can’t.”

Bakura rolled his eyes and picked up Ryou’s telephone.“Fine, I’ll call him than, how does that
sound? I’ll just say ‘hi Malik, Ryou’s is an ass. He wants you to come over and fuck his knob
loose,’ okay?”

Before Bakura could dial another number, Ryou jumped over the bed and tackled his threatening
yami.

“No!” he shouted as he tried to pry the phone out of Bakura’s hands.

Bakura let go of the phone and started to laugh.

“I wasn’t really going to call him, I just wanted to see your reaction.”

Ryou snatched up the phone and hid it behind his back.

“Not funny, why do you always feel the need to scare me like that?”

Bakura slid off of the bed and laughed.

“Why do you feel the need to be jealous of Malik hugging his yami?”

Ryou turned his head and looked out his window, not bothering to answer. Bakura shrugged his
shoulders.

“Hmm....interesting. Do you think Malik would mind if I hugged you?”

Ryou looked back at Bakura and rolled his eyes.

“Oh right, like you would ever hug me.”

“Heh...youRe rie right. I’d rather lick a goat’s testicles before I’d wrap my arms around a pitiful
thing like you. But that’s not the point I was trying to make....think Ryou.”

Bakura turned and started walking rd trd the door. Ryou looked out his window again,
pondering what Bakura had just said.

Bakura grabbed his guitar and headed back to his room. He lit up a cigarette as he put his guitar
back on its stand. Instead of playing guitar, he figured playing some of his ‘devil music’ would
help him relax. He flipped through a few CD’s until he could one he hadn’t heard in a while.

Bakura grinned wickedly as he pressed play and turned up the volume.

He flopped back onto his bed and smiled inwardly as he smoked his cigarette and listened to the
cd.

//I wonder if Ryou will get my point?// He ask himself as he sat up and set his cigarette in the
ashtray on the headboard of his bed. Bakura pulled off his shirt and tossed it onto the floor. He
ran his fingers through his hair, than folded his hands over his chest.. It was so nice to be able to
relax after such an eventful day. Now that he had time to think again, thoughts of what Marik
had done to him on the ride home crept into his mind again. Even though he acted like he didn’t
enjoy what the Egyptian had done, the truth was he liked it a lot! Marik was sexy, no doubts
about it. Bakura moaned lightly at the thought of Marik’s long, tan legs wrapped around him so
tight he could barely breath, both of them screaming each other’s names as they fucked the night
away.

Bakura slid his hands over his stomach and down to his jeans. He unzipped the restricting
clothing and freed his growing manhood. He wrapped his hand around the warm flesh, slowly
stroking it. Bakura closed his eyes.

Marik had done a much better job, but his hand would have to do.

The white haired yami continued his stroking motion with one hand, while at the same time, he
reached for a bottle of lotion he kept by his bed. He squirted an ample amount into his hand and
coated erecerection with the unscented white cream. Bakura flinched slightly as the cold cream
touched his warm skin. He moved his hand up and down his rigid shaft, creating sweet
sensations that brought him to full arousal.

His jeans had to go.

< sty style="font-size: 12pt">Bakura continued to slowly stroke himself with one hand as he somehow managed to pull his
jeans to his knees with the other. He spread his thighs apart and recalled the warm, wet feeling
of Marik’s mouth covering his shaft, Marik’s tongue lightly brushing every inch. Bakura
repeatedly arched his hips up and dropped them down slowly in a rhythm with the motion on his
hand. He was almost there......so close.......

A tapping on his door completely blew his mood. He knew who it was, and he didn’t particularly
want to speak to him. Especially not now!

“Go away!” Bakura yelled in his grouchiest tone of voice, hoping Ryou would get scared and
leave.

“Bakura? Can you come out here for a bit? You have company.” Ryou ask from behind the
closed door.

Bakura lowered his eyes and threw his alarm clock at the door.

“Tell them to fuck off, I’m not in the mood for socialization right now!”

“Marik said it’s important, can you please come out?”

Bakura crinkled up his forehead and groaned.

“Marik’s here? What the hell does that whore dog want?”

“Yami is here to, and he has something important to say to you, that’s all I know.” Ryou replied
nervously from outside the door.

“Tell Ishtar and his pinheaded little bitch to fuck off, I was right in the middle of doing
something!” The former thief snapped as covered himself with his bedspread. Something told
him that getting off just wasn’t going to happen, so he tried his best to pull up his jeans. He was
able to get them up, but not able to zip them shut.

“Fuck” he growled to himself as he tried to force the zipper up. It was no use though, his
manhood didn’t seem to want to go down anytime soon. Instead, Bakura slid his jeans
completely off and threw them on the floor. Wearing nothing but a pair of socks, he slid out of
bed and walked over to a clothes basket piled full of clothes in the corner of his room. He tossed
a few things out of the basket in search of something loose to wear.

He didn’t hear his bedroom door open thanks to his loud stereo.

Bakura couldn’t find a single pair of shorts or even a pair of sweatpants in his basket of laundry,
so he decided to sneak across the hall into Ryou’s room and steal something of his to wear. As
he got to his feet and turned around, Bakura jumped back and clenched his fists.

Stunned chocolate eyes locked with amused indigo orbs.

“Marik! What the fuck!” Bakura gasp as he regained his composure. He wasn’t expecting to see
an Ishtar sitting on his bed staring at him.

Marik crossed his arms and looked at Bakura standing naked infront of him.

“I heard you didn’t want to come down and talk to me, now I see why”

Marik’s eyes riveted down to Bakura still perky manhood. The blond yami smirked
mischievously.

Bakura rolled his eyes and sat on the bed next to Marik.

“Yes, I’m sporting a woody, it’s no big shit. So why the hell are you here?”

Marik glanced quickly at the bedroom door and than looked back at Bakura with lust clouded
eyes. He reached over and gently squeezed Bakura’s thigh.

“I can’t remember......”

The Egyptian yami didn’t hesitate cupping Bakura’s chin with his other hand and pressing their
lips together.

Bakura quickly pulled away, knowing Yami or Ryou could walk in at any given second. He’d
already had enough drama for one day.

“Marik, no.....we can’t do this now.”

Marik stuck out his bottom lip and pouted, his indigo fil filled with hurt.

“Why not? I don't know what I’m going do if I can’t touch you or kiss you. I can't stop looking at
you when you’re around. You’re just so.....perfect.”

Bakura shook his head and pointed at the door.

“Marik, I said no, not here. Now leave my bedroom before-”

“Before what?” Yami ask strenly.

Marik and Bakura both turned around. Their jaws dropped open when they saw the former
pharaoh standing in the doorway with his arms crossed.

Marik stood up and scratched his head nervously.

“Oh, uh...hi Yami.”

Yami ignored Marik and glared directly at Bakura. His crimson eyes were full of anger. If looks
could kill, Bakura knew he probably would have been critically wounded at that point. Yami
stepped into Bakura’s room and closed the bedroom door. He stood infront of the closed door
with his arms crossed, looking at Marik and Bakura suspiciously.

“I believe we all need to have a little talk. Care to start Marik?”

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Think Marik will tell Yami about his whorey ways? Will Bakura finally get some clothes on
Ry
Ryou over reacting? The next chapter will tell us;-) OOOH, and there’s a lemon in the next
chapter! I can’t say who, but it’s hot..and sticky...very sticky..and sweet.......very sticky sweet.

diablo: I missed you so much too! It’s so weird to think that a month ago at this time I was
—>this close<---- to sitting on a cloud playing a harp. That nakkie Ishtar is making me feel tons
better though...*big hugz*

Horizont: I love fun.....the world needs more of it;-)

Tanya: I suck at all golf- regular, miniature, and even the video game kind. Thank heavens for
Duel Monsters! *snicker*

Deb: The sunglasses are just the beginning.....Bakura’s got many more things to steal yet;-) I
wonder when he’ll get busted! LOL

Arias5: Sorry about my rose catching you in the eye! Thank you so much for the compliment!
*big hugz*

Kat: Me thinks Yami needs his Midol! *giggle*

Nightmare: Bakura took over Hell in a weird dream I had, so I had to add it into the story. LOL
Dragonkitty: You’re right about Yami!!