WARNING: VOYEURISM AND YAOI! RYOU X MALIK! BDSM! ???/YUGI LIME! You can guess who it is! It’s obvious when you read it.

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Ryou looked out of the window and down into the street. Some people walked by the building yelling at the ground in fury. Some people pushed shopping carts full of clothes around the streets. Ryou heaved a sigh as his fingers brushed a scar on his neck. Bakura had punished him for receiving a “A” on his science project. Bakura always punished Ryou for succeeding.

He turned around and saw Yugi on the cot with Malik. Ryou wrapped his arms around himself and crept over to the cot.

“How is he, Yugi?”

“Asleep. Finally. Look at this.” Yugi lifted up Malik’s limp arm to reveal a large rash.

Ryou brushed his fingers across it. “Oh my word! What could that be?”

“I don’t know, Ryou, but it doesn’t look good. Malik needs to go to the hospital.”

Ryou went to the door and banged on it hard. “KEITH! Malik needs to go to the hospital!”

Keith unlocked the door and entered with a bowl of water and a cloth. He closed the door behind him and grabbed Ryou’s arm.

“What’s all this commotion for, you little runt?”

“Keith, Malik needs a hospital,” Ryou repeated.

Keith looked down at the weak boy laying fast asleep on the bed. “”Does he now? Well, he hasn’t paid for his slice of your room and board!”

Yugi went on his knees and folded his hands. “Please, Keith! He’s very sick and he needs a doctor!”

Keith laughed. “Very touching plea, Yugi. But the fat still remains that he has not yet paid for his rent.” Keith put the bowl and cloth in Yugi’s hands. “Clean him up. Ryou and he have to meet a customer in one hour.”

“But Malik is still injured from when his yami hurt him!”

“Do I look like a ‘Complaint Department?’ Just clean him up! You, too, Ryou. This customer is willing to pay us enough money to keep us fed and clothed for the next ten years if he enjoys himself tonight! So, I suggest you and Malik make a very good impression on him!”

Ryou sneered. “We’re not even clothed!”

Keith whipped around and grabbed Ryou’s hair and slammed him face-first into the wall. Ryou fell to the ground as Keith released him. “When I want your opinion, I’ll ask for it, wise- ass! Now. Hurry it up!”

Keith left the room and locked it as Ryou treated his bleeding nose.

Yugi dumped the cloth into the freezing water and dabbed it onto Malik’s burning hot skin. Malik didn’t respond as the cold water coursed down his Egyptian skin.

Ryou retreated to the corner and watched Yugi bathe a wheezing Malik. Ryou buried his face in his hands sobbing. “I want to go home!”

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An hour later, the new client had arrived. Keith entered and punched Malik in the arm roughly to wake him. “Wake up, you little runt, and earn your keep!”

Malik’s eyes opened in a daze. “What….What?”

“Time for you to earn your keep, my little whore! Get to work!”

“Where am I?” Malik reached up weakly to grab Yugi.

Keith grabbed Yugi’s elbow. “Time to go, shrimp!”

“NO! MALIK!”

Malik turned to the source of the scream. “Who’s there? Yugi?”

Ryou sat by Malik on the cot as Keith turned to them.

“Put Malik on the bed, Ryou. Your next client wants to see you both screw like the dogs you are. He refuses to say one word while he is here. He will not speak one word to you. You will not speak to him. When he comes in, just start.”

Yugi was pulled out of the room screaming.

Ryou helped Malik off of the cot and over to the bed.

“Ryou….where’s Yugi? Where are we?” Malik asked weakly before breaking into deep, painful cough.

Ryou went over to the bowl and told Malik to spit in the bowl. The clear water turned red.

“Malik! You’re coughing up blood!”

Yugi brought in a chair.

“Yugi, can you give us a glass of water? Malik’s coughing up blood again.”

Yugi nodded and quickly returned with a glass of water. Malik rinsed his mouth out and Yugi was pulled out of the room again.

A tall masked man entered the room naked and sat down on the chair. The man threw a bag at Ryou. Ice-cold sapphire eyes stared out from the mask.

Keith peeked his head in and saw Malik and Ryou standing still.

“GET TO IT, YOU LAZY WHORES!”

Ryou turned to Malik cringing. “Malik, lay down on the bed.”

“What are we doing?”

“Just lay there, Malik. I’m going to take it easy.”

Ryou looked into Malik’s purple eyes. There wasn’t a hint of recognition. Ryou knew that Malik didn’t know who he was with let alone why he was doing this. Malik’s eyes were unfocused and glazed over from feverish delirium.

Malik laid on his back and sighed as the cold air from the window chilled the sheets. His eyes blinked tiredly and he yawned.

Keith entered the room again with Yugi. “WAKE UP, MALIK! I’ll be damned if you fall asleep on me, you little whore!”

Malik’s eyes opened slowly as Keith pushed Yugi down on the cot.

“Maybe you’d like to watch the show, Yugi. It could prove to be quite…stimulating.”

Yugi watched in horror as Ryou opened the bag which held the instruments of sexual gratification or sexual humiliation.

Ryou pulled out a bottle of lube and a belt. “A belt? What do I use this for?”

The masked observer held out his hand and smacked his open palm with the other hand.

“You want me to beat Malik?”

The masked observer nodded with a grin. The sapphire eyes sparkled in satisfaction.

Ryou looked down at Malik wheezing heavily with his arms outstretched.

“But, Keith…….Malik is very ill!”

Keith narrowed his eyes. He wrapped his hand around Yugi’s throat making the duelist gag and choke. “If you displease my customer, Ryou, I will kill Yugi myself!”

Ryou’s lip trembled. “NO! WAIT! I’ll be good!”

Keith released Yugi. “I know you will be.”

Ryou placed himself between Malik’s legs with a little whimper. He didn’t want to place all of his weight on the sick boy. He leaned down and kissed Malik’s searing hot skin.

Malik moaned and tilted his head back, unable too breathe as he lay flat on the bed.

Ryou kissed lower to Malik’s left nipple, hating himself for each kiss. Malik’s arms wrapped around Ryou and rubbed Ryou’s back.

Malik gave a quiet whimper. “I want to go home.”

A tear fell down Malik and Ryou’s faces. Ryou took the nipple between his lips and started suckling on it. The white-haired boy tried to remain gentle as he could as the other boy writhed beneath him.

Malik let in a deep breath as Ryou could feel the other’s chest rattle, his lungs full of fluid. It was amazing that Malik was able to breathe at all.

Ryou kissed down to Malik’s belly button, dipping his tongue into the deep crevice. Malik’s stomach gave a disgruntled rumble. Malik hadn’t eaten since the day before and it was painfully obvious how that was affecting him. He had lost a significant amount of weight, his skin was losing its healthy glow, and his body quaked with pain and food deprivation.

Ryou closed his eyes and buried his face in Malik’s stomach suddenly realizing that this may be his last time with Malik. Malik couldn’t survive much longer under these conditions.

“Ryou……so tired,” the blond whispered. “I need to sleep.”

Ryou looked up. “No, Malik. You have to stay awake or Keith will hurt Yugi.”

Malik looked down at Ryou as if he were in the distance. “I must rest.”

“Don’t, Malik! Don’t fall asleep!”

Malik’s eyelids fluttered. “I’ll try.”

Keith snickered from across the room. “Wake him up, Ryou. Use the lube.”

Ryou looked at the bottle beside the panting boy.

“Malik?”

“Can’t…..breathe.”

Ryou rubbed Malik’s chest. Yugi’s face was full of worry and concern, but he wasn’t ready to dart away from Keith. “Please try, Malik.”

Malik turned his head to the side and coughed painfully as spasms wracked his body. Once the spasms were done, then he gasped for breath.

The masked observer smacked his open palm once again.

“You heard the man, Ryou! Give Malik a beating he’ll never forget!” Keith cheered.

Ryou backed away from Malik. Malik turned over on his stomach.

“Don’t worry, Ryou,” Malik consoled him as he lay helpless on his stomach with hardly any energy to move or resist. “I can’t feel pain anymore. I lived with my yami.” Tears coursed down his cheek. “I can’t feel pain.”

Ryou sniffled and wiped away his own tear. “I’m sorry, Malik.”

Malik pressed his face against the mattress, waiting for the first sting of the belt across his back or his buttocks. ‘The dying can’t feel any pain,’ Malik thought to himself.

“Use the buckle, Ryou,” Keith ordered.

Malik closed his eyes. ‘Anubis…..please take me soon.’

Malik screamed as the belt buckle crashed against his exposed buttocks. He fisted the mattress below him to control the pain rippling through his body.

“MALIK!” Yugi cried out loud.

“Shut up, runt!” Keith chided.

Malik threw his head up as the belt buckle crashed against him again. Stinging leather and metal crashed against him sending pain throughout his body.

The masked observer lifted his head as his manhood stiffened in the open air. The blue eyes leered at the two boys lustfully.

“Do it right, Ryou! Break some skin why don’t ya?” Keith grumbled.

Ryou brought the belt higher and slammed it across Malik’s tattooed back.

“Stop….Ryou…please..”

“Keep going,” Keith ordered. “FASTER!”

The masked observer clenched the sides of his chair tightly and squirmed at the sight before him turned him on so completely.

“Yugi, why don’t you go over there and…service…our guest of honor?”

Yugi crawled over to the masked observer and looked into the blue eyes staring down at him.

Yugi kneeled between the observer’s legs and took the man’s length into his greedy mouth.

The blue eyes focused on the scene on the bed. Ryou was whipping Malik almost mercilessly with the belt. Yugi could feel the client’s release building within him.

Ryou dropped to his hands and knees tired of whipping. His arm was sore, but it was nothing compared to the mental pain of hurting his sick friend.

Malik panted and coughed. His lungs wheezed and more red liquid slipped from the corner of his mouth. With trembling hand, he wiped the blood away.

“Now comes the fun part, Ryou!” Keith cheered.

Ryou looked at the bottle of lube. Ryou bit his lip. ‘I already hurt Malik enough! The boy can’t even breathe!’

Ryou looked over and saw the observer thrusting into the orifice before him. Long, thin fingers fisted through the tri-colored hair.

“Do it, Ryou! Or you can kiss Yugi AND Malik goodbye!”

Ryou looked own at Malik’s shivering, sweat-covered body. ‘I’m sorry, Malik.’

Ryou took the lube and coated two fingers with it. He coated the outside of Malik’s entrance with the lube. Malik weakly struggled to his knees. His chest and head remained on the bed, too weak to lift.

Ryou pressed a digit past the protective ring of muscle and into Malik’s tight heat. Malik grit his teeth and shook. His body was already weak from the pneumonia. The last thing his body wanted and needed was added stress. His body stretched unwillingly as he opened his eyes to see Yugi’s head being pulled off and pushed down upon the masked man’s length.

Malik’s eyes closed and a tear ran down his cheek. Another river of tears fell as Ryou entered another digit into Malik.

“Gods….the pain….make it stop, Anubis!”

Ryou sniffled. “I’m so sorry, Malik.”

The masked observer began to shake. He snapped his fingers and Keith growled.

“Do it, Ryou!”

Malik’s breathing became unsteady and it sounded as if hardly any air was entering his lungs at all.

Ryou positioned himself behind Malik and lubed up his own erection. “Stay still, Malik, love.”

Ryou pressed into Malik’s tight heat. Malik let the air out of his lungs and breathed in. His lungs and chest rattled in protest.

Keith let out a moan and a satisfied chuckle. Keith stood up and went to Yugi and the masked observer. Yugi’s body was shaking as he serviced the blue-eyed stranger.

Yugi had tears falling from his eyes.

“Don’t cry, Yugi!” Keith slapped Yugi’s little ass so hard it left a red mark. “I thought you would be used to this by now.”

He turned and saw Ryou starting to move inside Malik. Keith sat in front of Malik’s face and lifted the blond up.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Malik? You really need to put on a better performance for our guest.”

“Keith…uh…please….I…..uh….*whimper* can’t…*pant* breathe.”

“You don’t need to breathe, Malik,” Keith said with mock concern. “You don’t need to breathe. You just need to take it like a bitch.”

Malik closed his eyes. Keith opened them with his fingers.

“No…don’t close your eyes. I want to see Ryou fuck the life out of you.”

Ryou gripped onto Malik’s hips as he entered his friend. Ryou closed his eyes, trying not to see Keith holding up Malik’s hair and Yugi with the masked observer who began moaning and whimpering.

Ryou moved harder within Malik trying to control himself. He tried to hold himself back, but Malik’s heat and his beautiful body made it difficult. Ryou gripped the tan skin harder as he shoved himself deeper and harder into the body below him. With each penetration, Malik’s body shook and begged for air.

“Are you going to be a good boy and come for us, Malik?”

Malik’s arms struggled to hold him up on his hands. His eyes began to close as he gasped for breath.

Keith grinned. “Well, Malik, it looks like Ryou is literally screwing the life out of you.”

Malik closed his eyes. “I…can’t…*pant* die….here.”

Keith stuck out his lip. “What’s wrong with dying here, Malik?”

Marik’s body quaked with a bad cough. “I…just …..can’t.”

Malik’s body shook as Ryou’s release was quickly gathering. Ryou threw his head back and spilled his release into his lover’s body.

The masked observer gave one final quiver and released into Yugi. The blue-eyed man held Yugi down until his body had finished spilling.

Keith had looked below Malik. The sick boy had not come yet. “It’s impolite to keep our guest waiting, Malik,” he chided angrily. “Keep going, Ryou.”

Ryou panted from his own climax. “What?”

“Keep going. Don’t stop until he comes from his eyeballs!”

Ryou shook his head. “I….can’t.”

Keith shoved Malik’s face into the mattress. Malik’s arms flailed weakly. He couldn’t pull his face off of the mattress to breathe. “He suffocates if you don’t start.”

Ryou pushed himself off of Malik’s back and entered Malik again. Keith released Malik and Malik coughed roughly.

Ryou leaned down and picked up Malik. Ryou held Marik against his chest as he entered him. Malik turned his head to look at Ryou. “Ryou….so tired.”

Ryou kissed Malik’s cheek. “Malik, you have to come.”

Malik shook his head. “Ryou…it hurts.”

Ryou nuzzled into Malik’s neck. “I’m sorry, love, but, you have to do this or the pain will not stop.”

The white haired boy gripped onto Malik’s manhood and pumped him gently. “Come on, Malik. Come for me. I know you can do it, love.”

Malik’s body coughed and shook. His liquid-filled lungs struggled to fill with air as his lover filled him once more.

Ryou began to pant. He didn’t know how much longer he would have to hold out.

Ryou could feel Malik getting close. “I love you, Malik.”

The blue-eyed masked observer walked over to the bed and gasped Malik’s face firmly in his hands. Malik let out a whimper as the world started to spin. His hand lifted to his chest as he felt his heart racing and his breathing destabilize.

Ryou looked over and saw Yugi curled up on the cot crying.

The blue-eyed stranger gripped Malik’s face and ordered, “Come now!”

Malik whimpered and let out a muted scream. Malik released over the masked man’s body and fell back limp and crying on Ryou.

The masked man pulled Malik into a bruising kiss. He smiled and stood up. He grabbed a towel and wiped off the evidence of Malik’s last release.

The masked man stood up and left the room, ignoring the crying boy on the cot.

Keith grinned. “You better have pleased him!” Keith stood up and locked the door behind him when he left.

Ryou slowly laid Malik on the bed and watched the weak boy struggle to breathe. Yugi walked over to the bed and stroked Malik’s face gently.

“Malik?”

Malik struggled to open his eyes. “Yugi. We …have to leave.” Malik’s breaths came in short, painful gasps.

Yugi looked up at Ryou with tears in his eyes. “Malik is dying.”