A/N: Written by Akiko Kuro Ookami and CapicornKitty1975. Edited by myself. I have permission to upload to FFN on behalf of the Authors.
Summary: Everyone wants to live the good life whether it's due to their hopes, dreams, or expectations. Living in Domino City isn't meant to be easy; especially in the red light district. There are drug rings, brothels, bars, etc. When there's a spike in heroin use, two cops are sent out to track down the thugs, but what they didn't learn in the police academy is what happens when they fall for the one they're supposed to bring in.
Disclaimer: We don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters.
Pairings: Puzzle, Thief, Caste, and Euro. Any others will be implied and/or added like usual.
The Good Life
Chapter 1
In Domino City, as in most places, the people move about their daily lives. Everyone is searching...yearning, for something. Everyone, good or bad, is looking for their heart's desire...whatever that may be. A lot of people may call it their dreams, their desires...but deep down, everyone is looking for their own version of the good life.
Some people find it in a normal way, but others find it by turning to the red light district. It's where most nefarious activities occur like drug rings, brothels, etc.
Speaking of which, a few individuals lived in one of the apartments. It's not much, but it makes ends meet for shelter and basic needs.
Yugi woke up, yawning as he stretched, his amethyst eyes taking in the pale ceiling. Sitting up, he scratched the back of his neck.
Rolling over, he got up off of his mattress on the floor. Stretching, he looked in his bin on the floor, pulling out a change of clothes. Stepping into the bathroom, he grabbed a quick shower slipping on the clean clothes.
Padding out into the living room, he looked around to see if anyone else was up.
When he walked out into the living room the other two seemed to be awake as well. There were things to be done of course which involved films being shot, finding the right person to fit the role, etc.
Yugi grabbed an apple, looking around for it. "Hey 'Tem. Has Bakura left a package for me?"
"Yep," replied the older male, pouring some coffee into a thermos to pack for his job, his tricolored hair pulled into a low ponytail as he wears his policeman's uniform. "He left directions for you as well, but it's the only one you have for today since he's busy. I left some coffee in the pot if you want it. I have to leave soon for work."
"Okay 'Temmie. Be careful." Yugi poured some coffee in a cup. He would rather put milk and sugar in it, but they didn't have a great deal of money, so he didn't want to waste. He drank it black, eating his apple, looking over the directions.
"I always am. You be careful too," said Atem softly, heading out of their makeshift home to see what the day would bring.
As Atem got in his car, his phone went off with a text from dispatch.
Pulling it out, Atem opened his phone to check the text.
"Undercover op. Report immediately to hq."
Atem responded with, "I'll be there ASAP."
He then put his phone away, putting the key in the ignition before heading off towards headquarters. He wondered what type of undercover job this would be.
When getting to HQ, his Captain shut the door behind him after Atem entered. Studying Atem with his dark, hard eyes, Gozaburo finally said, "Atem, you are our best officer. We have gotten some tips of snuff films and pornography being done that is off limits. It's fronted as "Thief King Films" and they do some legit pictures, but they make their real money on the black market with the snuff and porn. I want you to go undercover as an aspiring actor, and tag them."
"Right," nodded Atem slowly, taking in the information, inwardly glad it's not about the drug rings this time. "When do I start?"
"There's a casting call tomorrow for some action film. Here's the file. Go home, study it, and be at the call tomorrow." Handing a new phone to Atem, he nodded at it. "Use this, so you can't be fingered."
"Got it," confirmed Atem, accepting the file and phone.
The file was full of information, including pictures of the director, Akefia. No last name, just "Akefia."
"I won't disappoint you, Chief," promised Atem, leaving the office when he had been given permission to head out to return home, wondering if he's the right man for this.
After returning home, as he looked at the papers, he saw a picture of this Akefia. He had long, silverfish hair that was somewhat tame, with a scar over his right eye. There wasn't a great deal of information about Akefia, except that he had started Thief King Productions six years ago, and he was making a great deal of money, living in a mansion in the "good" part of town.
Atem had to admit this Akefia guy sure looked hot. Unfortunately, he couldn't exactly mix pleasure with business. Sighing, he eventually returned home to begin properly reading over the file. At least he'd be home for once when Yugi returns from delivering his package.
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Yugi reread the directions after he got dressed.
A snowy white haired teen waited in the alleyway where he'd be meeting Yugi. He ensured it would be the usual spot. His almond hazel eyes seemed haunted. He has his hoodie up so no one would recognize him. Underneath he wears his usual striped shirt and jeans with a pair of leather boots, the Ring tucked under his shirt. He has his hands in his pocket, feeling the sealed envelope with the money he'd give to pay for the items. He needed his fix no matter the cost.
Yugi walked up, cautiously after staking out the place to make sure no cops were around. He pulled his hoodie up as well, sighing. He hated this job in particular. Ryou was the only one he felt sorry for. Walking up, he nodded, handing Ryou a book. However, it was no ordinary book. It had special pockets on the cover to hide the real package, but helping to protect Yugi from arrest if caught.
Ryou pulled out the envelope after stowing away the book in his bag. He gave it to Yugi, looking down as he knew his friend felt sympathetic towards him. He gave a small smile of appreciation.
"T-Thanks," he said quietly.
"Yea. Don't let him catch you with it though. He'll flip his shit." Yugi said sympathetically, stowing the money down his pants.
"I know," nodded Ryou, guessing he should head back to his apartment that he lived in alone. "M-Maybe I should go then..."
"Ry...we can hang out sometime, ya know?" Yugi said sympathetically. He normally liked the adrenaline rush of the run, but not to Ry.
"Sure, sometime soon," he assured, averting his gaze from Yugi.
Yugi smiled, feeding the lie. "Great. Call me." Yugi turned, looking around before he headed out, to go back home.
Ryou sighed, heading back to his apartment after checking no one saw or followed him. When he returned home, ensuring the door is locked he used one of the items. It's how he felt normal these days. He knew others didn't really want to be around him because of his addiction. He couldn't get enough of it nor could he control it.
Suddenly, there was a knock on his door.
Ryou frowned, not expecting anyone to come by. Stowing his stuff away carefully so as to ensure no one found it. He also put the empty needle amongst it in the hidden compartment instead of the waste bin. Heading to his door when he felt ready, he opened it, biting his lower lip nervously.
"Um, h-hello?" he asked.
A skinny, dark haired man stood in a chauffeur's uniform. "Master Kaiba is waiting for you."
"W-Why?" asked Ryou, tensing up slightly as he wondered if he's in trouble.
"He didn't say." The chauffeur stated stoically.
"Oh, um ok then," muttered Ryou, grabbing his bag before locking his door then went with the chauffeur to where Kaiba would be waiting.
Seto nodded as Ryou climbed in the limousine. Finishing his typing, he closed his laptop as the door closed.
Ryou averted his gaze from the brunette, folding his hands in his lap; a little nervous as he doesn't know why someone like Kaiba would want to interact with him at all. He didn't even know what to say to him.
"I've seen your work at my company. It is exemplary. I am thinking of promoting you, but I wanted to interact with you first. Will you join me for lunch?" Kaiba asked, staring intently at the whitenette.
Ryou raised a brow, nodding once, "T-Thank you, sir. I-I...don't really deserve it, but I do appreciate it."
"Of course you deserve it or I wouldn't be wasting my time here. Is there anything you are allergic to?" The president of Kaiba Corp asked Ryou, studying his face intently.
"Oh, ok then. No, not that I know of," replied the brit, blushing a little at being stared at so intently.
Seto pulled out his phone, texting something to the chauffeur. Seto said nothing as the limousine pulled away. Pulling out his laptop, he kept typing for about fifteen minutes until the chauffeur pulled over. Luckily, the heroin he had injected was starting to mellow him out.
The chauffeur opened Seto's door, and Seto stepped out.
The chauffer went around to the other side and opened Ryou's door.
Ryou stepped out as well, uncertain of where they were exactly. He didn't usually get out much except for work or other things. He just hoped it would be able to last until he returned home.
The duo was escorted into the restaurant and into a private booth. The waitress sat down some water for each and looked to Seto. Seto ordered some sake, and some sushi. He looked to Ryou.
"Hot tea, earl gray if you have it, but if not any will do," said Ryou to the waitress. "Food wise, some sushi as well."
She handed him a sushi menu as Seto handed a completed one back.
Ryou looked over all the options. He completed his as well, taking a few moments longer than Seto had. He had chosen the sushi regular with a roll. He handed it to the waitress when he's finished, giving her a small smile of thanks. He then turned his attention back towards his employer.
Seto looked at the whitenette. "Can you manage well? Tell me about yourself and why you should be promoted." Seto leaned back, socked feet on the cushion.
"I think so. I mean I'm from England. I moved here a few years ago. I like busy work. So, what I've done so far for your company has been enjoyable to do. I've been able to keep up with it," replied Ryou thoughtfully.
Seto nodded. Seto started running Ryou through some scenarios, gauging his reactions
He seemed to have reacted within his expectations for the majority of it. There may have been once or twice he almost slipped up, but managed to narrowly recover. He didn't want Seto to suspect anything is off or wrong about him. He didn't want to mess up the chance for this promotion.
Seto was impressed with Ryou. Too impressed, actually. After sending a text to his office, Seto looked at Ryou. "I cannot give you this promotion. In fact, I am going to have to let you go. However, I have found employment for you at another corporation." Seto's face was impassive.
""Oh," Ryou's expression fell, looking down at his hands, not knowing what had caused the brunette to change his mind when he had thought he did a good job with answering what he'd do in the scenarios that were suggested to him. "Why?"
"I find you fascinating, and I do not know why. But, I want to spend more time with you. I'm finding myself attracted to you. Would you like to go on a date with me?" Seto's face was still impassive.
Ryou didn't know how to respond at first. He hadn't been asked out before in a while. Knowing Seto, he wouldn't be able to lie like he did with other people. Inwardly sighing, he glanced up at Seto, figuring he'd best take a chance even though he worried in the back of his mind if Seto found out he's an addict.
"Sure, I'd like that," said Ryou with a light smile. "I don't really know much about you, sir. It would be nice."
Seto gave a brief smile. "Start with cleaning out your desk. After doing so, get your paycheck and there will be an envelope telling you where your new job is. Do that today. Then, since you won't be an employee, I'll pick you up tomorrow night at 9 pm."
Ryou blushed, nodding in agreement, "Alright then."
Seto nodded. "The chauffeur will take you to the office. I have a meeting in a few minutes here. I'll see you tomorrow night, Ryou."
"Oh, should I go then?" asked Ryou, noticing the mellow feeling is starting to wear off, hoping none of the signs were visible yet.
Seto smiled slightly. "Yes, probably. I'll see you tomorrow, Ryou."
"Ah, ok. See you," said Ryou, getting up to grab his bag before leaving to do what Seto had told him, but he did wonder why Seto didn't seem disturbed when the haunted look resurfaced slightly.
Seto pulled out his laptop as Ryou left. Seto was mildly surprised at his reaction to the slender white man, but he trusted his gut instincts as much as he trusted his logic, so he'd see what happened.
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Yugi looked over his shoulder, taking a different way back towards the apartment
Although during his walk, he hadn't noticed he had bumped into someone. Yami had been on patrol. He had a similar undercover job as Atem to do tomorrow, but it didn't stop him from doing the rounds. He turned around to notice a short teen had walked into him. He carefully grabbed his wrist to ensure he didn't fall down from staggering back. He let go when Yugi steadied himself.
"Careful, these streets aren't safe you know," said Yami in his baritone voice.
Yugi looked up, noticing the policeman had grabbed his wrist. Trying to keep himself calm, he nodded. "T…thanks." He thought the cop gorgeous, but obviously out of his drug running league. He blushed, the cop was so attractive.
"No problem," he gave him a light smile. "Just be more careful next time, ok? You might run into the wrong person out here."
"Y...yea." Yugi nodded. A blonde in a cop uniform with spiky hair and lavender eyes walked up, handing a paper cup from Starbucks to Yami as he sipped his.
"Everything alright here Yami?" The blonde asked.
"Yeah, everything's just fine," he reassure, nodding in thanks to the coffee as he sipped it, shrugging to the short teen, who seemed to be staring at him. "You can go now. I just wanted to make sure you were ok."
"Oh, y...yea. Sorry" Yugi rushed off; embarrassed that he was caught staring. Checking around him, he made it back home.
"Hey, you ok?" asked Atem when hearing the door open, glancing over his shoulder he had noticed it's Yugi, the file is open on the table that he's sitting at.
"Yea...ran into some cops, but I shook them." Yugi's face was still red thinking of that gorgeous cop.
"Good," replied Atem, stretching. "I'll be out during the day for a while. Will you be ok on your own here?"
"'Tem, I'm seventeen. I'll be fine. Besides, I'm sure Bakura will be home in a bit." Yugi came up and hugged his brother. "But thanks for worrying about me."
Atem hugged him back, sighing, "I know you are, but you're my brother. Besides, we know how Bakura can be sometimes."
Yugi shrugged. "I duck. I'm little, so I can move quickly and hide. Besides, he's just lonely."
"I'm not fucking lonely." A loud voice said as the door shut. The silver haired man looked over the brothers, his hair wild. "You do the job, shrimp?"
Yugi nodded, handing over the envelope. Bakura pulled it out, counting the money, and then handing Yugi a couple of bills. Taking the rest, he sat down at the table. "Everything okay today?" He asked as he opened a paper bag and handed out a sandwich to each brother, taking a large bite out of his.
"Yeah, just got a new job I start tomorrow," said Atem, accepting the sandwich as he took a bite from it, but he had rolled his eyes out of Bakura's sight when he yelled he isn't lonely.
"Mmph." Bakura grunted. "I'm going out to get some stash. Be home later." Walking out, he zipped up his black hoodie, putting the hood up. He had his brass knuckles in his pocket, his gun in his waistband. This was a new supplier, so there was no trust built up yet.
"Alright, have fun," said Atem, knowing he'll probably go off to other places aside from getting steak.
Bakura walked to the pier, waiting. When he finally saw the supplier, the deal went down surprisingly quiet. Sighing in relief, Bakura took his stash back to the drop point where he kept his stash secure. There was no way he'd keep it all at his house...the best bet was to keep it in several places. After securing it in several places, he decided to go to the bar. Walking in and sitting in a corner, he ordered a whiskey.
Within the bar, the blonde haired Egyptian sat with a glass of sake. He has his normal clothes on since he's off the clock now. He stared into the contents of it, a distant look within his lilac lavender orbs. He hadn't noticed the silverette due to Bakura arriving a little after Marik already settled down which is near the same corner.
Bakura drank his whiskey, looking around the bar for customers, and for cops. He didn't seem to see either. However, he did see an attractive blonde. Getting up, he walked over, whiskey in hand. "Any fucker sitting here?"
Looking up, Marik grinned at the other male, looking him up and down once before replying, "Nope."
Bakura flopped down. "Now there is. What's your name?" He took another drink of whiskey. Noticing it was almost empty, he motioned for another round for him and for the blonde.
"Heh, good. My name's Marik," he replied, appreciating the extra drink even though he's only half-way through his first.
"Bakura." Paying the waitress, he took the drink handed to him. "So, what's an attractive fucknut like you doing alone here? Surely some dumbass has to have married you by now."
"I'm not with anyone in that way," sweat dropped Marik, downing the rest of his first drink before setting it down to replace it with the one Bakura gave him. "Just wanted to be out here, you know? Experiencing a good time without being weighed down by the past."
Bakura nodded. "The past can suck balls. Party in the present, and fuck the past." Bakura downed his second drink, waving over another round. "You're gonna have to drink more to keep up with me, lightweight." Bakura smirked.
"Ugh, I'm not a light weight, fluffy. If you must know I usually drink a lot," huffed Marik, downing his second before moving onto the third that arrived. "I can keep up with you."
"Yea, right. Let's fucking see about that." Bakura grinned. He may have just found something to pass the time. "Don't call me fluffy."
"Aw, but you look so fluffy and adorable with your hair," teased Marik, downing another before getting the waitress to get them some more. "Yep, you will."
"Fine, Psycho, let's see who wins...me with my fluffy hair or you with your psychotic spikes." Bakura downed another, smirking at the attractive blonde.
Marik smirked back, downing as well, "Aw, thanks for noticing. What happens if either of us loses?"
"When you lose, I fuck you senseless." Bakura stated, the liquid courage unneeded, but making him feel bulletproof.
He didn't even know if the guy was gay. Guess he was going to find out.
"Sure you're not hard already for me?" smirked Marik, drinking as well to match Bakura's pace. "If you lose I'll still let you fuck me."
"Well then, why the fuck are we still drinking? Let's just go fuck." Bakura stated. "I don't want to have to deal with alcohol dick."
"Hehe, sure," agreed Marik, grinning like a fool. "Where to?"
"You can come back to my place if you want." He knew Atem was out and the Shrimp would hide if he gave the signal and stay confined to his room.
Marik shrugged, "Ok, lead the way, fluffy."
Bakura got out and led Marik back to his apartment. Knocking three times, he unlocked the door and came into an empty apartment, hearing another door shut as he came in. Smirking, he nodded. "Only 1 roommate is home, and he's in his room." Bakura slammed Marik against the wall, catching his lips in a savage kiss
Marik kissed back, wrapping his arms around him. He pressed himself against Bakura. He hadn't expected such roughness, but he liked it. He wanted Bakura to know how aroused he is for him.
Bakura groaned, rubbing up against Marik as well, allowing his desire to be known. He didn't drop his guard, and rarely brought people home, but there was just...something...about the Egyptian that was irresistible to Bakura.
Marik moaned at feeling the hard erection pressed against him. He didn't mind being the one underneath Bakura as long as he'd fuck him that's all he cared about. Normally, he wouldn't accept any challenges or to go back to someone's place due to his job or his condition. Somehow, Bakura felt different compared to anyone else he's ever encountered before. He didn't know what it is about him that made him hard to resist.
Bakura grabbed him and led him into a bedroom with a black king size iron bed, black dresser, black sheets and red curtain. Pushing Marik onto the bed, he straddled him, kissing him passionately, running his hands through the blonde spikes.
Marik kissed him back, pulling back when he needed to breathe, "Shouldn't we get undressed?"
"Ah, fuck. Yea, I guess so." Bakura breathed out, pulling his shirt off his head, showing a muscular, pale abdomen.
Marik couldn't help to stare. Breaking his stare from that show of muscular flesh, he took off his shirt along with the rest, showing off a little bit although kept his back hidden from view until it's necessary to bend over for Bakura. Then, he wouldn't be able to avoid Bakura seeing the markings.
Bakura slipped off his clothes. Kissing down the caramel abdomen, he smirked. "I guess you like what you see." He murmured, slipping Marik's erect cock in his mouth.
"Oh, yes," moaned out Marik, shuddering at the pleasure spiking from feeling Bakura's lips against his hardened member.
Bakura smirked as he worked on the Egyptian. After bringing the Egyptian terribly close, he smirked, pulling his lips off. "Flip over so I can mount you." Bakura whispered.
Shivering, he tentatively rolled over, uncertain of how he'd react, "Go ahead, 'Kura."
Grabbing some lube out of the drawer, he rubbed some over his hard member, then some on his fingers as he went in to stretch Marik a bit. He loved pain, but he didn't know if this pineapple liked it. "Cool tats." Bakura said as he stuck a finger inside of Marik.
"Thanks I guess. I come from a family of tomb keepers. So, they had to carve open my back with a heated blade to inscribe the markings," explained Marik, not minding Bakura's probing fingers.
"I think it looks cool, Psycho." Bakura was finished with foreplay as his weeping member stood hard. Sliding in, he didn't stop until he was in all the way. He then stopped to give Marik time to adjust.
Marik shrugged, stiffening slightly at the initial thrust in, but relaxed afterwards. When he felt adjusted he gave Bakura the signal to go ahead which was to press back against him.
"I'm good. Fuck away, fluffers," smirked Marik, knowing this would be fun.
"Hang on for a wild ride, Psycho." Bakura grinned, grabbing the Egyptian's hips and thrusting in and out, faster and faster, reaching around with his right hand to stroke Marik's hard member.
Marik moaned, arching his back. He had never experienced such immense pleasure before. He liked it; especially how wild Bakura is. He bucked his hips when feeling Bakura place his hand on his cock. Skin slapping against skin could be heard in the room.
Yugi had put his earphones in his ears when he entered his room. Sighing, he turned up his music louder, pillow over his head.
Bakura grunted, stroking Marik as he slammed into him again, and again, until he finally came in Marik.
"Bakura, fuck, that's good," moaned Marik, unable to hold back he released as well onto the silverette's hand, panting as well.
Bakura smirked, pulling out. "Fuck yea it was. You can stay the night if you want." Getting up, Bakura went to clean up in the bathroom, bringing out a new sheet to put on the bed.
"If you want me to stay, sure," replied Marik, moving up behind him to stroke Bakura's hair. "Yep, definitely fluffy."
Bakura rolled his eyes. "Yep, definitely psycho." Bakura pulled the sheet off and replaced it. Crawling under the covers he yawned. "Don't put your feet on me. I hate feet."
"Heh, that's obvious. Ok," Marik rolled his eyes as well, moving over to slip under the sheets beside him.
Bakura fell asleep not too long after his head hit the pillow.
Marik stayed awake for a few moments. He couldn't believe he just had a great time with someone he didn't know. Yet, he didn't regret it. With those thoughts, he fell asleep as well.
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The call was at Thief King Production's Studio.
An impressive building with white walls and not many windows.
Atem showed up for it of course. He change into normal clothes before heading out to arrive at the building. He studied it before walking inside. He knew he's here for business purposes, but who knows. He might have some fun with this case if he played his cards right which meant getting the part, getting personal with the boss himself, or anything he needed to do to complete this job.
He was bustled into a room with a bunch of other men, all vying for the roles. As men were called one at a time into a room, the others waited. Scripts were handed out for the audition. The script Atem had was a five line interaction between a son and his father.
Atem read it over, wondering if he'd make it. He studied it carefully, glancing around at the other occupants in the room.
Finally, he was called in. There was a small man with brown hair, a purple stripe in it, sitting in a chair. A voice from the audience stated, "Atem. This is Rex. He will be playing the part of the son. Start when you are ready." The voice was deep.
Atem nodded, composing himself before turning his attention towards Rex to begin the scene, "They said you are my real father. Is it true or a lie?"
"True." Rex said, looking bored.
"Surely you jest," said Atem, feigning shock though inwardly annoyed the other guy didn't seem invested in it at all.
"Nope. I'm your father." Rex read.
"Oh, I see. Well, it's good to meet you then," said Atem, feeling awkward on the spot with these lines he had to deliver, finishing it off although he didn't feel like it went as well as it could.
"Thank you. Please wait with the others." Was all that was said.
"Ok," Atem left to wait outside with the others who auditioned.
After several hours, the last of the auditions were done. As everyone sat, waiting, the man in the photo walked in. "Thank you all for auditioning. We have 5 spots available, so it was very hard. However, I have made my decision." At the list was called off, the fifth name was "And, finally, Atem. Thank you all. Please be back here tomorrow at 6 am to start work." Akefia turned and was gone.
Atem nodded, watching Akefia leave. Nodding, he would leave for now to return for in the morning. There would be no telling what type of role the director would place him in. He would just have to wait and see.
On his way out, Rex stopped him. "Akefia wants a word with you."
"Alright then," Atem obliged, following the man to where Akefia would be waiting for him.
Leading him to an office, Rex left. Akefia was looking over some folders. Looking up, he nodded. "Ah, yes, Atem. Please, sit." He gestured to a chair.
Taking a seat, Atem looked over at him, "What did you need to talk to me about?"
"What type of roles are you interested in? A man of your...talents...may be able to be used in more than one film." Akefia stated, giving nothing away with his stoic face.
"Depends on what you have in mind," retorted Atem, his expression remaining stone-faced as well, wanting to see what Akefia would offer in the role department.
"Well, let's see how you do with this part. There may be other parts if you are interested." Akefia responded. "See you tomorrow." He returned to looking at the folders.
"Alright then. See you then," replied Atem, averting his gaze slightly as he didn't want to be distracted.
"Yes, 6am." Akefia stated as Atem left the room. Although Akefia was thinking more of the violet eyed man than what was on the folders in front of him.
A/N: Yays! Done with chappie one! Hehes, we hope ya'll enjoyed what happened this time. It's hard to believe we cranked this out in a day and a half. Lol, she and I work fast sometimes. Plus, it's a longish chappie too. Hopefully ya'll enjoyed what happened this time. The next chappie will be out soonish once it's written up. Just be patient please, oks? Until then, please remember to review lovelies!