Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Charlie's Hikaris ❯ chapter 11 ( Chapter 11 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: Don’t own anything and all the other stuff.

Beware: It’s YAOI. There will be, of course, R-rated talk and the sex will be there eventually.

Couples: Y/YY, R/B, M/M, J/S- mostly hikaris/yamis (yes, we consider Jou a hikari and Seto a yami. heh.)

=====chapter 11=====

The Hikari's stare, their bodies numb with light horror, brain dead, their faces shock the exact expression of a fish, showing shock. Suki just chuckle at their imitations and held up the assorted uniforms to them.

"Well? Put them on!" he urged eagerly, shoving each set of clothes in their arms and pushed them into 4 separate changing stalls. "Go on, go on."

Now trapped in the tiny cubical, the Hikaris, suddenly brought back from reality look down at their 'uniforms', and was thinking of getting out to toss it in the trash when...

"And you guys better come here in your new uniforms, or else I'll tell the Managers." Suki's voice called out through the thin walls.

'DAMN! The things we have to do for our world.' they groan inwardly.

Then Suki lowered his voice into a sweet, tender tone. "And I weally wanna see you in your cute wittle outfits. That's all I ask." he made a small whimpering sound and the brave agents just drop their head to the wall.

"Fine. We'll wear it." they groan together from in the stalls.

From outside the stalls, Suki pumped his fist with a silent 'YES!' and grin wickedly, dreaming of who his lover is going to react to his new friends.

"Heh heh. It'll just set his cute booty on fire. Hee." he whisper quietly with a muffled giggle, then let out a dramatic sigh. "Oh, my Saki, You need to hang out with the gay populations more than your tools of 'protection'."

After some ruffles and shuffling sounds from the occupied stall, there was a click on the lock as it unlock.

Suki crossed his arms and tap his foot as he stand in from of the stalls. "Are you all dressed?"

"Uh-huh." they grumbled silently.

"Let me see 'em."

Slowly the doors of the stalls creaked as they opened. Taking one sheepish step out and let him witness them in their new uniforms. Suki made a high pitch squeal as he hop and clap his hands, his eyes has sparkles as he check them out.

"You guys are so...CUTE!"

Jou is supposedly a fireman, with his baggy yellow jean pants that hang by the side of his hip and would have fallen if not for the overall belts that's hooked over his shoulders, revealing his smooth, lean chest. He toped his head a red fireman hat with a front that says 'Hot'. He is also dressed in red boots, a cute spotted stuff daomation that hangs out of his pocket next to a miniature size ax.

Malik's uniform is a construction worker, also shirtless, his tan chest shine erotically in the light, his faded jeans hug to the curves of his hips and thighs. He, too wear's a yellow hard hat and brown boots, his pocket hangs a red rag and a small sized hammer.

Ryou's an Indian. He has to wear brown leather pants that is a bit tight for his taste with the sides tied as if it's hand-made. He puts on a pair of leather boots that matches his pants. His chest is covered with only a feather/beaded dream catcher that's holds at the center of his chest but still shows off a lot of his skin. He has to also wear a pig white feather crown that drags down to the floor, it was the only thing that covers his back unless he sway it away.

Yugi's uniform refers to a cop. Just not all of it. He's dressed in a Blue cop uniform but the coat was sleeveless, the button only reached up to his navel, showing off his bare chest and throat. The blue pants were made out of leather that fit snuggly on his slim hip and a pair of black boots. To replace the missing sleeves, he wear a pair of black plastic cuffs. He also wore a matching blue police hate that fits his head and a shiny gold badge that reads 'SGT Sexy'.

“Ooh, I could just eat you all up! But I can’t cause you got a job to do.” Suki said then pull them away from the stall tot he large wall mirror. “Let me have a closer look at you.”

Looking at themselves in the mirror, they blushed, feeling embarrass and somewhat humiliated. The top agents of the most safest spy organization reduced to be the next YMCA.

“Don’t you guys look like the cutest thing?” Suki continues to coo, leaning in on their bodies to inspect the uniforms.

Yugi was distracted with the fascination of the mirror, Ryou was so embarrass he couldn’t even look at himself in the mirror, leaving Jou and Malik to start asking questions to Suki.

“Yo, Suki, wat are you suppose ta be?” Jou ask looking over Suki’s profile.

“Can’t you tell?” he did a little swirl, showing off his sleeveless tank top and thin, tight pants. All black. With some silver chains and a small black half-mask in his hand. “I’m gonna be a break-in burglar!”

They all turn to look at him. If he was a real burglar, it’s be hard for him to get in and out with the loot without making anyone noticing his ass and fucking it. pardon language.

Still blushing red, with his eyes down, Ryou asked, “Um, why do we have to dress up like this?”

Suki blinked, a little surprised. “Didn’t you know? Tonight’s special is ‘Fantasy Night’.”

Still bemused look.

“The employees have to dress up as different things that people dreams to do with.” he explain shrugging his shoulder. “Like a wet dream world but you’re awake.”

Malik and Jou made a choking sound while Ryou and Yugi look curious.

“Suki, what’s a wet-” Yugi started to ask but Jou interrupted him.

"SO, Suki where are we suppose to work?" Jou cut in, nervously shoving his innocent friends to the door.

Following Suki's lead, he lead them back to the front of the club, standing at the center while other waiters bussing around setting up the tables for the night festivities. They, too, are dressed to match a character of a fantasy.

"Up there is where you, Jou will be working all the buttons to the lights, music and all that high tech mumbo-jumbo.” Suki said with a small face, pointing to the wide glass window that’s placed on the side corner that’s facing the stage. “You just go up there from the stair over there. I only been there once but it wasn’t for working the machines.”

“Then why did you go up there if not to work the equipment?” Ryou ask, not understanding.

Suki grinned brightly and said, “Actually, I was checking an ‘equipment’, but it was my Saki’s-”

“SO-!” Malik cut in sharply. “I’ll be working at the bar, right?”

Suki nodded. “Yep. With me.”

Clapping his hands, Suki turned to Yugi and Ryou. “With them working the harder tasks, that would make you two the waiters.”

They nodded.

“Ok, come with me.” He walk to the bar again and reach behind to pull out a pair of aprons and notepads. “These are for you.” And handed it to them.

He reach again and pull out a key. “And this is for Jou. To lock up after you’re done.”

Jou pocketed the keys and nodded.

“Malik, I believe you know the difference between the drinks so I don’t need to explain that to you. Now, do you have anymore questions?”

Yugi waved is hand up. “Ooh, ohh, I have one!.”

“Yes, Yugi?”

“Uh, you said something about the Managers. Who are they?” he ask.

Suki blinked, surprised. “Didn’t you meet them? They should have been the one who interviewed you.”

“HUH?!” the gasp.

“You know, Mr. Yami, Kaiba, Bakura, and Marik?” he listed them off. “Didn’t you know? They’re the Manager.”

“MANAGER?!” the repeated in shock.

‘Mr. Yami’s a manager? I thought he was higher than that.’ Yugi thought in confusion.

‘Ugh! I should’ve know that rich, azure-eyed jerk wouldn’t be a simple worker.’ Jou thought in dismay.

‘They actually allowed that...that PSYCHO to be a manager?!’ Malik thought, his face paled.

‘Ooh, I hope I don’t get in trouble with Bakura.’ Ryou prayed.

But all came to the same question.

“Wait, if they’re the Managers, who’s the Boss?” they asked.

Suki took a small breath. Then said with a shrug, “Dunno.”

Their face dropped.

“How could ya not know?” Jou demanded.

“Never met them. Only the Managers report to them. I don’t ask about them, if you wanna know you try when you get the chance.” Then Suki looked up at the neon-cloak. “Oh! It’s almost time to work. Get to you’re places and remember one thing. Smile.”

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The night dragged for a couple of hours. And it really was a busy night. Jou was busy controlling the panel, changing the right song and lighting positing to suit each dancer on stage, Malik and Suki were double-teaming with the drinks mixes and the continues orders, while Yugi and Ryou try to get the order correct, on time, and at the same time avoids drunken gropes.

Up in the Tech-Box, as the employees like to name, Jou dimmed the light to a warm red color as he watch the next dancer dressed as a red bird start spinning around, spreading red feathers to the cheering crowd.

Letting out a satisfied grin as he stretched his arms over his head.

“Ahh! Wat a nite.” he said, rubbing his shoulder and admiringly at the control panel. “And I jus can’t get enough of dis baby.”

Lightly brushing his hand on top of the cool metal and flashing lights, he smiled with excitement and awed. “Damn, I wish I could take dis ding wit me and open her up ta see wat makes her tick.”

“Then I would just have to sue you, Mutt.” a voice said from behind.

Jou jumped back with a yelp, his back hitting the panel as he look to see the blue-eyed brunette leaning on the door, watching him with cold amusement.

“Kaiba! How da hell did ya get in? I locked da door.” Jou said and when the insult finally reached his head, he angrily blurted, “And I ain’t no mutt!”

The young CEO seem to ignore his angry cry and lifted a small key. “This is a part of my department so I always have a spare key.” he said as a-matter-of-fact.

Jou blushed with embarrassment, but still kept his rage to make him talk. “Wat da hell do ya want? I got everyding unda control.”

Kaiba nodded in a agreement. “Yes, I’ve been observing that for the last hour.”

“Huh. Of course. I told ya once, anything wit a wire and metal dat goes well wit electricity, I’m da guy ta call.” Jou bragged with a cocky grin.

Then Kaiba surprised Jou when he slowly walk in closer and before Jou notice, he was trapped between the control panel and the CEO.

“Uhh.” Jou couldn’t form a word, his honey-brown eyes still locked with Seto’s as their bodies are a few centimeters from touching. “hey.”

Then Kaiba lifted a finger to a belt strap that was hanging loosely on the blonde’s chest, running his finder on the strap, barely touching his skin, lightly brushing his nipple. Jou sucked in his breath as he felt his body quickly reacting to the older teen's touch.

“Maybe I should have suggested the Boss to assigned you a dog suit for tonight,” Kaiba said with a smirk then turn his eyes on the small spotted pup hanging in his pocket. “but he thinks this is more appropriate for the costumers and you already have a little friend to hang around with you, Mutt.”

Jou brain was half-mush from the light caress but his instinct still smack him back with the name. “I already told you, I told ya, I ain’t no dog! And wat da hell are you suppose ta be?”

This was the first time he noticed the other’s clothes to see he too was dressed in full costume. Kaiba's wearing some loose white silk pants with a dark sapphire poncho thing on front that hung a dark blue cape over his collarbone and reveal his suntan chest. He also wore a wide blue/white hat that fit the top of his head, covering his chestnut brown hair.

"I'm your Master, Mutt. And you're nothing but a hot dog. A very hot dog." Kaiba said in a slow suductive tone, his face very closed to the blonde, their breaths exchanging.

Jou felt his body heating up from being so close to the hot teen. His body is screaming for him to be touched by him, but his mind argue to hate him.

Swallowing his nervousness, his voice shook when he growled, "I have no master."

He watch as the brunette grinned in a slow, sly way that reminds him of a powerful dragon. "Then I just have to tame and break you."

Then he closed the space between them when he brought his mouth to his. Jou was shocked with the action and his hand slip from the metal consol and he quickly grab Kaiba's arm to balance himself. Kaiba too this opportunity to shove his hips to Jous, crushing him to the panel, letting his feel the heat. Jou groaned into his mouth.

Kaiba heard it and smirked. Breaking the kiss for air, Jou gasp, his face flushed from the intense kiss. "Kaiba." he said weakly.

"Master." Kaiba corrected and took his mouth again.

He probed his tongue to get entrance when Jou tightly sealed his lips from the wet attacker. Getting inpatient with the younger teen's struggle, he lifted his hand again and teased the expose nipple, making the blonde gasp. His tongue dived in.

Their tongues fought to gain control, Jou was still caught in the moment of surprise from earlier and couldn't fight back, letting the other dominating his mouth.

"K-Kaiba." he moaned again into the mouth, his eyes closed as he arch his back to feel the experience hand touch his body.

“Master.” Kaiba growled again, pushing his hip harder to Jou’s, nearly grinding him.

Jou gasp aloud, his eyed shot up wide in response. “Ah!”

Just when he was about to whimper something else, the panel beeped loudly, curing for the next act. Turning to the sound, Kaiba reach and flip off the switch. With a small irritated sigh, he turn his hard azure eyes to the flushed blonde under him.

“You’re next. Get ready.” he said, his voice stoic.

“huh?” Jou blinked at him, disoriented.

Kaiba regretfully stepped back off him and jerked his head to the door. “You and your friends are next on stage. Move now.”

“But, Kaiba uh.” Jou stuttered, confuse of what just happened.

“Now.” Kaiba snapped and pointed to the door, as if it were his office and he’s firing Jou.

Jou started and quickly reach to the door. But just as he was about to open the door, Kaiba grabbed his arm and yanked him back, then gave him a bruising kiss that left his mouth tender and swollen.

“It’s Master, Puppy.” he whisper to his ear before closing the door in front of him.

Jou stood there in a daze before remembering what he was suppose to do next and quickly ran down to his friends.

From above, the one who’s called High Priest smirk evilly, licking his lips and he watch his prey reaching his pack.

‘Let’s see how fast you can think, Pup.’

then slipping in a disk, the High Priest pushed a button and lean back to watch the show.

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Behind the bar, Malik try his best to remember which order go to which and what drinks to mix. At the same time, he has to keep a fixed smile on his face while facing the costumers. It wasn’t easy when most of them are assholes trying to touch him, using really stupid construction puns.

If his hands weren’t full of heavy bottles of alcohol, he would be using his hands to rip their throats out.

‘GRR! I’m not an object, you jackass! I’m a fighter!’ he kept curing in his head as he turn his smile up a notch.

Then turning his back to them, he whisper next to Suki who was grabbing more limes and umbrellas.

“Suki! I can’t take much more bull crap from them. Can’t I just beat one up?” he pleaded.

Suki shook his head and gave his friend a sad smile. “I’m sorry, Malik, but you’ll get into a lot of trouble starting another brawl. Even fired.”

Malik hissed out a string of curses before putting back his happy mask and set the drink in front of the customer. “There you go, sir. Enjoy.”

“Oh I will, babe. But I’ll enjoy it more if you join me.” the drunk offered with a cheeky grin, his eyes roaming all over Malik’s body as if his gaze brings shiver to him.

It did. But from RAGE.

Balling his hands into a tight fist, Malik hold his arms behind his back from using them, sharpening his bright smile and said in a sweet tone, “Sorry, but I got to work. Gotta impress the boss, you know.”

The guy look disappointed and was about to say something more but Malik jerked his attention to the next customer. Taking his order, he turn around again and met up with Suki.

“How can you go on like this without wanting to bust some heads in here?” he demanded, his tone sound like a strain, miserable whimper of angry.

Suki just smiled again and place a couple of ice cubes in Malik’s tight fist to squeeze. “Here. Just crush these and the cold will cool you off.”

Malik visibly relaxed and smile back to him. “Thanks, Suki.”

Suki nodded. “But if they get too far off the line, you’ll tell me, ok Hon? You might not be able to beat the hell out of them, but I can get someone else who can.”

“Who?” Malik ask.

Suki brightened, his voice full of love and admiration. “My baby, Saki! He’s one of the bouncers here.”

Then he squeal and hug himself. “Ooh, I can’t wait to show you to him!”

“I can’t wait either.” Malik watch happily at his blushing friend. “You really love him, don’t you.”

“With all my heart I do! Yep.” they both laughed and went back to work in a better mood.

Just as Malik finish giving the last set of drinks in the tray for the waitress/waiter (can’t tell), he wipe his damp hand that the ice melted and place his cold hand on the back of his sore neck. “Mmmn.”

“I like that sound.” a familiar voice said next to his ear.

Malik jumped and threw his fist to the person behind him to have it caught by a bigger hand.

“Hi, Shiny! Miss me?”

Malik sagged his shoulders, his eyes wide from shock or surprise he can’t tell. ‘He caught my punch? HOW?! No one ever did that!’

There standing, grinning widely at him, was Malik dressed in a tight muscle shit with gold chains haning from his shirt, a gold head-dress gleam over his forehead. He was also wearing a tight silk pants that wrap nicely around his legs with a dark violent/white hooded cape over his shoulder.

“Oh God, it’s you.” Malik said in a exasperated tone.

Marik just smirked brightly at his smaller self. “Hey, is that any way to welcome your Manager? You can hurt my feelings.”

“You actually have some?” he said flatly.

Marik laughed and move closer to Malik. “I really like you.”

“We did this test already and I passed, remember.” Malik reminded, feeling uneasy with the closeness.

“Yup. And I do enjoyed it. Still wished you try to other way to convince me.” then he lifted his hand to caress his cheek. “You can always try on me if you want a promotion. What do you say, Mali-cky?”

Malik couldn’t say a word as his breath hitched higher from the other’s touch, his heart was beating some hard, he thought the whole club could hear it. “Ump.”

“Malik? Can you go to the back and grab some more tequila? We’re running low- Oh! Hey, Manager.” Suki smiled at him.

Marik turn his head to face him. “Hey, Suki. Lookin’ good. How’s Saki?”

Suki pouted and shrugged. “Dunno. Haven’t seen him all night.”

“Don’t worry. As long as you’re around, he’s bound to be here somewhere.” Marik shrugged, still not stepping back from Malik.

“There you are Malik. Where were you hiding?” Suki said playfully when he spotted his friend.

“Hi, Suki. Is there anything you want?” Malik ask, trying very hard to ignore Marik beside him.

“Oh, yeah, could you go back and grab another bottle of tequila? We’re running out.” he said.

Malik nodded. “Sure.”

“I’ll join you!” Marik ranged then hook an arm around Maliks hips and drag him to the back.

“Hey, wait-!” Malik try to protest but couldn’t.

“Hmm, do you guys notice how much you two look alike?” Suki ask, tilting his head as he look at them.

“Yup! He’s my little Mini-Me!” Marik called out grinning as they went to the back storage,

“AM NOT!” Malik yelled back.

Stretching his arm up the shelf, Malik stood on his toes as he try to reach for the bottle on the high shelf.

“I can do this myself, thanks, so just go!” Malik told Marik, not liking the idea of being alone with this crazed man.

“But I want to watch. And I like what I’m seeing now. Very much.” he chuckled with Malik yelp and snatch the bottle to turn back to him.

“There! I got it, you can stay here if you want but I’m going!” Malik said in a rush and walk quickly to the door.

“Ok.”

Malik’s step falter from that easy response that he dare to look back to see Marik smiling at him, his sharp teeth gleaming, eyes glittering with something that had Malik want to blush.

“O...k?” Malik repeated slowly and continue his way tot he door again.

“But...not before I get a taste!”

“Wha-ah!” He gasp when he felt Marik grab him from behind and was pulled back hard on Marik’s also hard body.

“Hey! What do you think you’re-Oh!” Malik gasp and loaned as he felt Marik nibbling his throat. “Damn no.”

“Look’s like I found you’re little weak-spot, my little Malik.” Marik purred as he lick Malik’s sensitive skin as if it were cream and he was a kitten.

‘Make it a tiger!’ Malik thought as he try to pull out of his hold, unable to use his arm because of the bottle. ‘Shit!’

“Mmm. Let go.” Malik demanded, unable to hold back the soft moans from the tongue that’s giving him much pleasure.

“Has anyone ever tell you how tasty you are? I can eat you all day.” Marik murmur, nipping the skin before sucking on the skin.

“Ah!” Malik gasp, arching his body forward.

“Ah ah ah. You’re not going anywhere.” Marik whisper and grab Malik’s hands that hold the bottle.

Holding the trapped hands, Marik grin wickedly at what he’s going to do next. Very slowly he took Malik’s hand to his and lifted it up to the long spout of the bottle and then down. He continue the slow pumping motion until he felt Malik’s breath coming out to pants and knew that he finally got into his mind.

“Do you like that?” he said seductively in a low voice, gliding their fingers on the cool glass.

“Ahh, Mar-Marik.” Malik panted, his eyes half-closed with daze.

“Try Master.”

“Mmm. Mma.” he panted.

Marik let go of one of his hand and move it lower, lower...

“MALIK! Where are you?! You’re on!” Suki’s voice called out from the front, breaking the ‘magic’.

“Huh?” Malik blinked. “Suki? Oh, Suki!”

Then he jumped out Marik’s grip and ran out the door. Leaving Marik to be by himself.

“Damn! I was so close.” Marik pouted, annoyed. Then smirk again. “At least I get to watch the show.”

Still smirking wickedly, the one known as The Maniac licked his sharp fang. ‘At least I placed my claim before he left...heh heh heh.’

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Out in the club, Ryou and Yugi hastily going in and out passing out orders and balancing drinks. Yugi was having fun, playing his own game of which table will drink the most, while Ryou struggle his shyness with the customers and their little unwanted ‘tips’.

“There’s you go, drink up!” Yugi said brightly and smiled at the group from the table.

“Hey, there honey, what is you’re cute little thing suppose to be?” one of them said with a slur.

“Huh? I’m a cop!” Yugi sprigged.

They laughed and Yugi laughed with them, not understanding what’s funny (I don’t either, they’re drunk) then turn back. He met up with Ryou’s face was as red as his pale skin can show.

“Ryou? What’s wrong? Are you ok? Are you sick?” Yugi asked, concern.

Ryou jumped a bit but shook his head, keeping his head down. “I-It’s n-nothing, Yugi. I-I’m f-fine.”

“You sure? You look really all red.” Yugi said, touching his forehead. “I’ll go get you some water.”

“N-no, Yugi, wait.” But the boy already disappeared between the crowds to the bar.

Ryou sighed and kept the serving tray to his front, his head still down, trying to fall back tot he shadows.

“Hey, didn’t I told you to look up!” a low annoyed voice yelled at him.

“Eek! Bakura! I mean, Mr. Bakura, no, I mean, Mr. Manager, I uh. Oh.” Ryou groaned as he jumped in a panic. “I-I-I’m s-sorry!”

“Ugh! Enough, just be quiet and come over here.” Bakura grumbled.

Ryou hesitantly approach the darker man, and try not to stare at him. But he can’t help but take a couple of peeks at him. And blushed for thinking such dirty thoughts.

Bakura was also dressed in a pair of loose black silk pants, with a matching sleeveless shirt that outline his muscles, along with a black/white cape that matches Marik’s.

“What do you think you’re doing standing around?” Bakura said, gulping down his drink and scanning Ryou’s profile closely.

“N-nothing, uh, sir.” he stuttered, not looking him in the eye.

Bakura rolled his eyes. “ Just call me Master. There is that easier?”

Ryou tilted his head but smiled a small smile. “Ok. Um, Master.”

“Now, what’s wrong with you?” Bakura said, leaning on the back legs of his chair, eyes focused on the British albino.

“W-w-what do you m-mean, Master?” he said nervously with a shaky chuckle and turn his head down so that his feather hat and bangs shadowed his eyes.

Bakura narrowed his eyes and lean forward. Then he lifted his chin to look at him in the face to see embarrass shame in his soft doe brown eyes. His pale skin show some red from being rubbed too hard under his eyes.

“What happened?” he said softly.

“I-it’s nothing, Master. Really.”

“Tell me.” he ordered, tightening his grip on the chin, pulling him closer.

Then Ryou look into his eyes and some tears glittered in his own. He turn his head away.

“S-some customers were m-making fun of me. T-they said I should have been a g-girl since I look like one.” Ryou admitted quietly, a hurt tear sliding down on his pink cheek.

“Were you teased at a lot?” Bakura asked.

Ryou just nodded stiffly in his hand.

Bakura’s eyes slit in anger and pulled Ryou on his lap. The young white-haired by gasp and grab onto his black shirt.

“M-master?” he said, looking up at his Manager.

Bakura had a herd look on his face and he was looking out at the crowd. “What did you say they one’s who said it looked like?”

“They were big and was wearing tall cowboy hats.” Ryou told him a bit confuse, then understood. “Oh, but no! Please, Master.”

“I think I like you begging.”

Ignoring that, Ryou continued. “No, please, Master. I don’t wan t to cause a scene or ruin your business. It’s ok. I’m used to being teased at.”

Bakura jerked his chin up again and glared down at him. “No. You’re not.”

Then he snapped his fingers and a tall, lean man dressed in an all black sit with dark shades. His black hair was short but had a thin ponytail on the back. His face is stony like a soldier.

“Kursaki! Table 4, take care of them.” Bakura ordered.

The man nodded and march towards the table.

“There, problem solve.” Bakura said, as if the takes was like taking candy from a baby.

Ryou was staring wide-eyed at him, his mouth hanging open.

“You should close your mouth before you catch something with it.” Bakura commented.

Ryou snapped his moth shut then blunder his thanks. “Oh, thank you, Master. That was nicest thing anyone could have done for me. Is there anything I can do to repay?”

Bakura look thoughtful for a moment, then turn to a sly grin. “There is one. Open your mouth again.”

“Master?” But before Ryou could ask why, Bakura pulled his head on his.

His tongue quickly plunge into his wet carnal, mixing their saliva with their tongues. Ryou was caught off guard and to push his shoulders, only to push his hips harder onto Bakura’s.

“Eep!” Ryou yelp into his mouth, falling back onto his hard chest. “Master.”

Bakura slipped his hands under his long feather hat, to touch his bare back.

“Master!” Ryou cried and arch his back up like a cat.

Ignoring his cry, Bakura cupped his buttocks and rubbed him on him, making Ryou cry out passionately again. With out even knowing it.

“B-Bakura? W-what are you doing? um.” Ryou was able to say from the kiss.

“Collecting my reward.” he grunted back, pushing Ryou closer to him.

“Hmm.”

Just when Bakura was planning to take Ryou right then and there, he look up at the Tech-Box to see someone flashing a light signal and growled impatiently.

“It’s time. Go.” he grounded.

“Huh-wha? Master?” Ryou look down at Bakura, his face sexually flushed and confused. “Go where?”

“It’s your turn to dance on the stage. Shit.” he cursed and let Ryou up, turning him to the stage. “Just go and hurry up.”

“But-but, Master.” he stuttered but saw the look on his face and quiet. “Yes, Master.”

As he turn towards the stage, he touch his red swollen lips and for the first time all night, giggled.

The TombRobber watch as his white prey flee to the stage. ‘I’ll get you. And you’ll be begging again. Under me.’

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“Water. Water. Water.” Yugi kept repeating as he skipped to the bar. “Get water for Ryou.”

Just as he was repeating, he wasn’t watching where he was going and bumped on someone.

“Oh!” Yugi fell on his butt again and look up. “Sorry, Mister. My fault.”

The other just chuckled deeply and reach out a hand. “It’s alright. As long as you’re not harm.”

“Huh?” reconizing that voice, Yugi lifted and hand over his eyes from the glaring light to see the familiar face. “Mr. Yami! Hello!”

“And Hello to you too, Yugi.” Yami said, pulling Yugi up and help fixed his clothing. “Are you alright?”

“Uh-huh. Wow, Mr. Yami. You look great! Like a king or something.” Yugi said in awed as he look over Yami’s costume.

He was dressed in white silk trousers, black boots, a wide gold necklace that hang from his neck. He halso have a golden eye on his forehead as a head-dress. He was also wearing a pair of gold earrings dangling on the sides.

Yami chuckled again. “Close. More of a Pharaoh.”

‘That sounds familiar.’ “Like an Egyptian king? That’s cool.”

“And you’re a cute authority to the law.” Yami complimented.

Yugi giggled, not taking it seriously. “No, I’m not. But thanks.”

“They should put you to jail for being so cute.”

Yugi blushed and giggled again, scratching the back of his head. “Hehe. Really.”

“So, what are you rushing about?” Yami asked.

“Oh, I was, uhh...” Yugi trailed off, a finger in his mouth. “I forget.”

Yami petted his head. “Don’t worry, Little One.”

Yugi brightened and smiled at him. “I’ll remember. Oh, was there anything you want me to do, Mr. Yami?”

“You can first call stop calling Mister, makes me sound old as I am.” He said.

“Ok, Yami.”

“And you are going to dance again tonight.”

“Again?” he repeated.

“Like you did at our interview.”

Then Yugi look down, shifting his feet sheepishly.

“What’s wrong?” Yami asked, tiliting his head.

Yugi blushed and look guilty. “Um, Yami. You see, I’m not suppose to eat sugar.”

“You told me, you get sugar-high. But it’s alright now that you didn’t ate some now.”

“Well, it’s just that sometimes when I’m sugar-high, I can’t remember and I didn’t know how I danced at the interview. Unless something comes up. Sorry.” he explained.

Yami seemed a bit disappointed but came up with an idea.

“It’s alright. No need for excuses. You can just say you don’t know how to dance and I’ll understand.” he said with a shrug. “I’ll just find someone else more responsible to do the job.”

For some reason, that annoyed Yugi. “I didn’t say I don’t know how to dance. I know how.”

“You don’t have to keep acting Yugi. I understand.” Yami childed.

That made Yugi a little angry. “I said I know how to dance!”

“Oh, do you?” he challenge.

“Yes, I do. Ryou and me took some special classes and were good at it.” he resorted haughtily.

“Too bad, we won’t see it.” Yami said with a disappointed face.

“I’ll show you NOW!” Yugi announced and march to the stage, climbing on top with a bit of a struggle.

Yami grinned as he watch his little self go. “Cute.”

Then he touch his golden eye.

-High Priest. It’s time.-

-Finally, Pharaoh.-

“Prepare yourself, people. Up next is our sexy group that represent those of us out there and are ready to dance!”

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Hope to make it more longer. sorry. song next. enjoy.

idiot_lord- thanx & PEACE OUT!



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