Stalemate

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Chapter 6: The troublesome bastard

A/N: / blablabla/ thoughts

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Past/Kura’s POV

“My King…we looked everywhere and we couldn’t find him-”

I was leaning against the alley wall, we were around 6 blocks away from the remnants of the Underworld and about 4 hours had passed since the raid had occurred. I was getting restless, we had been sitting in an alleyway that smelt like fucking piss for the pass three and a half hours, Yami was continuously fluttering around that good for nothing bitch of a shrimp and Marik-the goddamn asshole- was nowhere to be found. I hated to admit it, but I was getting nervous. Really, really, extremely nervous. /What if something’s happened to him? What if he’s de-/

“Have you checked at the Underworld?” I snapped trying not to think about the possibilities. Mai looked away, and I felt the fear begin to bubble in my chest and transform itself into full blown rage.

“N-No… My Ki-” I didn’t even let her finish the sentence before I sprung towards her, grabbing her by the throat and pinning her to the wall.

“You haven’t fucking checked the underworld? YOU HAVEN’T CHECKED THE FUCKING UNDERWORLD? What the fuck is wrong with you, you dumb broad?!” I had her pinned by the neck against the wall; her arms were gripping desperately at my shirt as her legs flailed on either side of me. I smiled at her, she was beginning to turn a rather arousing shade of purple so I squeezed harder and I felt my extremities begin to tingle with the anticipation of hearing her beautiful neck bones begin to crack.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew my rage was unfounded but I really couldn’t have given two shits less. Marik was missing…My property was missing...And if it didn’t get returned to me really soon, there was going to be a whole lot more hell to pay then just a bitch with a broken neck. I had lost track of my surroundings as the woman in my hands struggling began to weaken. Her eyes began to look glazed and she was more bleu then purple now, I was smiling at her sadistically as I placed my body flush against hers and I rubbed the rather prominent bulge in my pants between her long parted legs.

She was screaming something, but my brain was sluggish and I couldn’t really make it out…I didn’t even give a fuck what she was saying, that is until I felt a pair of arms come around my waist and tugged me backwards calmly and slowly. Gently bringing me back to the small rationale that lived in me, I blinked and the madness left his eyes. I didn’t want to let go however and refused to for a little, until I felt the body behind me press flush against my back as a hand rubbed circles around my lower abdomen.

“Kura, relax…killing her isn’t going to change anything.” Yami stated quietly in my ear as he continued to press his body on my back. I frowned at the power that voice had over me, I didn’t want to hurt her anymore…Not when Yami was holding me the way he was. So, being the asshole that I was…and for the sake of being defiant I tightened my grip on Mai’s neck saying:

“Maybe…But it will sure make me feel a whole lot fucking better.” Yami grabbed my hips and pulling them backwards as he thrust forward “Please? Bakura…stop.” I shuddered and growled as I pulled away.

“Fine!” I pulled away completely, letting Mai go and watching as she crumpled onto the floor as she tried to catch her breath. Turning around, I pulled Yami into me and pushed him onto the opposing wall. Grabbing the pharaoh by his thighs I lifted him up off the ground and began thrusting into him, the bulge in my pants still straining helplessly against the material of my pants. “But you owe me a fuck…later.”

Yami had his head placed up against the wall as his hips and ass smacked up against the wall. He nodded, and began to moan when he suddenly stopped and looked at Bakura.
“Later? …Why later?” I stopped my thrusting and placed Yami back on his own two feet, ignoring as the bitch shrimp ran towards Yami and grabbed his hand, clutching onto his belly with the other. I felt the murderous rage begin to bubble in me again, but I struggled against it…Killing Yugi could come later…First things first however. I turned around and began walking out of the alleyway and towards the tunnel from which we had exited about 4 hours ago.

“I’m going to find Marik…”
“But they couldn’t find him…They checked everywhere.” Yugi protested, I didn’t even spare him a glance, never mind waste my breath on him. The only time I ever planned on talking to the bitch was when I was bludgeoning him to death…and even then the only sound I planned on making was a whole lot of maniacal laughter.

“Bakura, you’re not going to The Underworld-are you?” Yami asked, I nodded my assent.

“Indeed, I am.” I heard fast steps being taken towards my retreating figure, a hand clutched my wrist and I allowed myself to be whirled around.

“Kura that’s insane! You know they’d still have people there! You could get caught!” I shrugged Yami’s hand off

“Are you sure honey…They should have left by n-”

“Whatever Yami, I’m going.” I cut Yugi off, Yami grabbed me again “No, you will n-”

“FUCK YOU PHARAOH!” I suddenly yelled, scaring just about everybody- including myself- out of their wits. Yami’s eyes were wide, I damn near never yelled, never mind yelled at Yami…and I had done so twice-once at Yami- in a matter of only 30 minutes. A stunned silence filled the air before I cleared my throat and said quietly to Yami “I’m going…I suggest you take your new fucktoy and the bimbo and go hide...Actually go to Rex and Weevil’s warehouse. Tell them I sent you. You’ll be safe there just as long as you don’t tell them what’s happened.”

Yami nodded, then looked at Yugi and back at me and pulled me forward by the waist of my jeans, leaning forward he kissed me long and seductively. Pulling back, a strain of saliva drawing between our lips before it snapped back onto mine; I licked it away.

The pharaoh smiled at me seductively one of his hands reaching between us to cup my penis in his hand, my eyes rolled back in my head. “Could I possibly convince you otherwise?” Yami asked, I grunted my pleasure then slowly pulled the pharaoh’s hand away. Clearing my voice, I gave a much unexpected answer.

“No.”

Yami dropped his hand and frowned “You are gonna get yourself ki-”

“Go. I’ll see you in a few hours.” When I turned I quietly added to myself “And hopefully, I’ll have that troublesome bastard with me.”

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Past/ Marik POV

I lay unmoving on the cellar floor, where they had thrown me. I couldn’t feel the pain anymore, I had been given one hell of an anesthetic, giggling I looked over at Otogi, who was still wearing those wonderful leather shorts of his and who had been placed in the cellar right next to mine was sleeping soundly with his ass facing me. And I noticed that it was interestingly close to the bars separating us, just in arms reach. Without thinking I pulled myself up on my feet, I struggled to maintain my balance but fell back down on my knees.

/Fuck…They seriously pumped some shit into me… Must’a done it on purpose to keep me under control…/

That wasn’t going to stop me, so I crawled on all fours towards my target and when I reached him, grabbed him by the ankles and yanked him onto the floor. I heard him gasp in fear as his body hit the ground, and I grinned at his back as I spread his legs and passed each leg through a space two bars apart so there was a free space right where his ass was. Otogi began to struggle furiously, clawing his fingers along the floor as I brought my hand down hard on his bare ass and shuddered at the sound of flesh slapping flesh. I did it again and again, until my penis had become hard as a rock, he was whimpering uncontrollably and his ass was as red as a tomato. Smiling I leant forward and linked at the little pinked welts that had formed, he began struggling again but I pinned his legs in a painful angle between by own body as I shoved three fingers into his tight ring of muscle. He screamed this time, the pain obvious in the way his body tensed and his body began to tremble with the force of his sudden crying.

I thrust my fingers into him looking more to hurt and bruise then to pleasure, purposefully and expertly missing the bundle of nerves that would have made him feel the mildest pleasure. I laughed “What’s the matter bitch boy? I thought this was what you fucking did. Don’t you like it?” He cried out as I slipped two fingers out of him, and gripped the meat of the ring between the finger that was still inside him and the ones that wasn’t and squeezed hard enough to bruise. He screamed in pain again and I wondered briefly when the guards would come in to stop this. But I didn’t care, instead I looked in front of me and saw what looked like a biker in the cell opposite his, he was watching them his dick in hand, whacking off to the scene in front of him. I smiled as I reached for my own zipper, reached in and pulled my cock out, I passed my hand over the wet tip and smeared it over the surface as I grinned in anticipation- and then something occurred to me. A plan…It was twisted, risky and it involved me fucking. My grin grew…

/ I always get the best ideas when I’m high/

Gripping Otogi by the hips, I pushed into him hard and began bucking forward into him, filling him completely. The entrance was dry, and his hole scratchy, I closed my eyes and moaned whole heartedly even as he screamed. I began pumping myself into him, feeling that all to familiar sensation of a tight hole tearing and blood lubricating my dick. Otogi was crying and screaming for me to please stop. But I only fucked him harder, this is what I needed, if we are going to get out of here I had to get him to scream like never before. And he did, and he struggled and cried and screamed trying desperately trying to kick at me. It was actually quite the turn on, and I was all but ready to cum but I held it off until finally we got some attention and one of the officers ran in and began screaming for me to get off him. When I did nothing but continue to fuck Otogi’s brains out and began to shoot my cum into him the officer decided enough was enough he unlocked the cellar door and walked in.

I didn’t waste time springing upward; I pulled myself out up, out and off of Otogi and rushed the man who’d been stupid enough to open the cellar door. Grinning at him I said “You know, they keep jail doors locked for a reason…” The man beneath me struggled and I slapped him hard on the face and he whimpered.

“Please, don’t do this to me again.” The man whispered.

/…again?/

Pulling back I looked at the man beneath me and smiled. /Yes, again./
“You.” I stated simply and smiled at him… “You owe me a fuck.”

“No please…don’t.” he whimpered. I looked down at him “Did you tell me your name? I can’t really remember. What is it again?”

“T-Tristan…”

“Mmm, nice. Now tell me, I stepped back do you want to end up like him?” I stepped back and allowed him to look at the battered body on the floor, he shook his head quickly.

“No, I didn’t think so. So be a good boy and bend over.”

Tristan did as he was told, turning around he bent and Marik reached around his waist and began unbuttoning the man’s zipper but he noticed the Tristan begin to reach for the gun at his side, I frowned and smacked at his hand but it was too late. He had the gun out and was attempting to point at me, but I grabbed his hand and pulled him forward stepping forward so as to trip him. He stumbled and fell, pulling me forward and it the mess of the scuffle the gun went off, before I fell on top of him.

“Fuck!” I whispered as I pulled away and stared at him. “Fucking bastard get up!” I kicked him in the stomach “Get up you piece of shit!” but he didn’t move I frowned when I realized. “Shit…He’s dead…Fuck! What a waste.” Looking away from him I shrugged. I reached down and pulled my pants up and buckling them I walked over to Otogi’s cellar and shot the lock.

I walked towards him and took off my shirt and handed it to him “Clean the fuck up. We need to get out of here before somebody else gets here.”

Otogi obeyed quietly, taking my shirt he wiped himself off and we quietly snuck out of the practically abandoned station.

/Stupid cops…/

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K, sorry haven’t update in awhile…I’ve been really busy. Shit, I’m writing exams right now, and I just spent about three hours of study time writing this…lol I’m such an asshole. My final, final exam is on Monday and it’s worth 60% of my final grade! I mean come on people?! What kind of cocksucking asshole makes an exam worth 60%?! I should send Bakura, or Marik…or even better both, to my prof’s house and let them have their way with him… Shit! Yeah, anyway hope you likey ^_^ Don’t resist the temptation of the review button. I need to be cheered up. ^_^
Byebye.