(A/N): I was itching to begin this story and it got the most votes anyway. Nothing else to say, except to enjoy! Oh and I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh hehe :-)

Summary: 21 year old Yugi Mutou attends The Pyramid, an upscale atmospheric club for the upper middle/upper-upper social class people and is swept off his feet by a mysteriously seductive man named Atem. They dance, flirt, get drunk and eventually things get heated and they end up in bed together which totally clashes Yugi's moral code, but at that point, he couldn't help himself. And that was supposed to be the end of it. Right?

Warnings: Yaoi/Yuri and lime/lemon in later chapters; Mpreg; slight violence.

Parings: Blindshipping, Puppyshipping, Chaseshipping, Coinshipping, Apprenticeshipping, possible others, not decided as of yet.


Casino Royale was Grand Domino City's biggest, not to mention most sought out gambling establishment in the entire country of America. Anyone who wanted a shot at a taste of riches and temporary fame could find it here, along with the lavish decor as far as the eye can see. The whole casino was sitting on thirty acres of land, and easy to spot with Hollywood type lights in the very front to greet you, hence attracting all kinds of people, famous and local, who just wanted to test their luck and skill, or just take a load off. And if the enticing possibility of instant wealth wasn't enough to satisfy your taste buds, or you just need another alternative, you could indulge in a nice dinner for two or three or ten at the Chez Parina, and have your fill of any type of alcohol to alternate your state of mind at The Lounge while sitting back and enjoying the casino's entertaining dance shows via The Pussycat Dolls that frequented throughout the night. To top it all off, it was almost impossible not to have your cake and eat it too. There were all types of willing and able people that one could share a night of sleazy passion with, and no matter what the outcome was, the next morning would be a complete haze, with nothing left but the desire to come back and do it again.

21 year old Yugi Muto was never interested in those types of vices however, even though he was constantly surrounded and tempted by it. He worked at the lush and luxurious casino as a blackjack dealer, which meant that he had a knack, as well as a keen eye for reading people. He could figure out if people were even thinking about cheating before they could. Fortunately, because of that reputation, he hardly had to participate in any dangerous scuffles that forced the casino's head security to get involved.

Other than working at the casino, Yugi had a pretty simple life. He lived alone in a one-bedroom apartment about ten minutes away from his job, he had no car for he was saving up for one, but that wasn't a problem at all. Taxis were abundant and frequent near the casino, mostly because of the drunken hot messes that left there, way too inebriated to even walk home by themselves.

Yugi also frequently would catch a ride with his best friend Joey Wheeler, who also worked at the casino at The Lounge as a bartender, the best man for the job, mainly because he took no bullshit or nonsense from anyone, strong headed and hot headed when he needed to be, only because his position required it, especially dealing with alcoholics and drunks. If only he could leave that same characteristic at work when he left work, however, he'd be perfect. But, what Joey lacked in self control and temperament, he made up with his loyalty, honesty and protection over Yugi and the others. So it was a nice balance.

Yugi had two other best friends as well, one being Anzu Makazi who worked as a dancer at the same place – the top dancer in every show, and all the men wanted her. Lots of them would shower her with gifts and money and even propositioned her for marriage with a promised honeymoon to various countries around the world such as Hawaii, France, Tahiti, Jamaica, the Bahamas, and anything in between. And could you blame them? Anzu was the complete package, short thick auburn hair that rested on her sun kissed face, curves in all the right places, with perky breasts that sit perfectly inside any bra she wore and was accentuated in any type of dress or skimpy outfit that she put on for every show. She gave the men an indescribable hard on every time she performed, as if it were on cue during each of her dance routines. It was protocol, but Anzu deep down loved the control that she had over these horndogs. She could tease them with her tantalizing moves and sway her ass and hips to make them reach the brink of orgasm.

There was only one problem with this whole thing. Anzu wasn't even remotely interested in men. As a matter fact, not at all. She was a full blown lesbian. So even the richest, most handsome, well-to-do man in the entire casino couldn't win her heart. He was just fighting a losing battle. Anzu longed that, just once, she would catch the eye of some beautiful dame that would sweep her off her feet and take her away from this place.

Last but not least, Yugi's third best friend Honda Hiroto, worked as the head chef in Chez Parina, and he was Grand Domino's most renowned cook. He always was in high demand, which made the casino's owner, Maximillion Pegasus, grateful that Honda chose this place to showcase his talents and further his career, and he often showed that through bonuses and exotic vacations as incentives to stay with the casino whenever Honda could afford to take the time off.

Though his position required most of his physical and mental attention, Honda couldn't be any happier with his career. He loved food, loved being around food. Food was his passion. It was a miracle that he wasn't getting fat from being around it so much. But that could be in part to his assistant waiters and waitresses who all but kept his stress level up to the maximum. His headwaiter, Otogi Ryuji, gave him the most headaches, but also the most laughter. He was quite colorful, funny, witty, quick on his feet, charming,and damn handsome, although Honda would never admit to it. Dating your employees was a huge hell no, and would ruin his reputation. Nevertheless, even with his gorgeous distraction and constant high demand as a top chef, Honda couldn't ask for a better job.

And Yugi couldn't ask for better friends. They were a very close knit group, so close that Yugi considered them family since he had none. His grandfather passed away after Yugi graduated from high school three years ago. If it weren't for them, Yugi didn't know how he would've pulled through. They were the greatest support group ever.

For this very reason, and reasons that Yugi chose not to talk about with anyone else, he never really sought out any romantic relationships. What did he need them for? His best friends were enough of a relationship for him. He'd seen too many romances fail, too many hearts being broken just for the sake of getting some ass on the side, which made Yugi's skin crawl to think about it. He didn't want to be another statistic. Sure, he'd been on a few blind dates – totally unbeknownst to him thanks to Joey, up until the very last minute – but nothing serious ever blossomed from it, mainly because Yugi didn't allow it to. His heart was too guarded to let anyone in. Plus he was young, and wasn't really ready to be tied down yet. When the timing was right, Yugi would allow his walls to crumble to let someone in, but that would be nothing short than a miracle.

Not only had Yugi not had a lot of experience in dating, he had no sexual experience either. He was still a virgin, and unfortunately because of that, he had been the butt of most of Joey and Honda's practical jokes. Joey was the most experienced of the bunch – and the most whorish, and he saw every opportunity to try to rub his promiscuous scent off onto Yugi.

He was actually doing just that one typical night at work, when it surprisingly wasn't too crowded. Joe didn't have any customers at the moment, so he skirted across the casino, amid many other tables for playing poker, craps, blackjack, roulette, bingo and the like, not to mention slot machines that he liked to secretly play on when no one was watching.

He found Yugi sitting at his usual worktable, dealing cards to what appeared to be some new faces, at least new to Joey. He didn't want to distract Yugi too much because it was too easy for a slip up to happen, but he was bored and needed someone to harass. Tonight it was Yugi.

Yugi saw Joey coming towards him from the corner of his eye and internally groaned, anticipating what he already knew was coming. "Not now Joey," he hissed, looking at his two cards in front of him, deciding which one to flip up. The rule of the game was to beat the dealer without going over 21. The table was filled with newbies, so they placed their bets pretty low, until they got comfortable.

"I'm just here to watch," Joey said gleefully, but instead of sitting there quietly like a good boy, he began to hum and tap his fingernails on the table, catching the attention of the patrons surrounding it. They all gave Joey a stern glint, but he didn't seem to care.

Joey moved his face closer to Yugi's ear and his whole demeanor changed to that of a petulant child as he hummed even louder, the vibration of Joey's voice tickling Yugi's ear which made him jerk his head back. "The hell are you doing Joe? Get back to work, or Pegasus will have both of our asses mounted on his wall!"

Joey couldn't help but laugh at his best friend's weird sense of humor, for lack of a better term.

"Do you mind?" one of the players on the other side of the table spat, catching both of the boys' attention. Yugi glared at Joey, who just shrugged and sat down.

"Deal me in," said Joey who pulled out a thick wad of cash held together by a rubber band. Joey was pretty lucky at the tables for the most part, but he knew when to draw back. He didn't want his luck to run out. "I have a little game for ya, Yug."

Yugi slanted his eyes in suspicion at his friend. "What game?"

Joey boldly snatched one of the player's glass of Dom Perignon and gulped it down before she could protest. "Bastard!" she yelped, bringing her hand across Joey's face before angrily skirting away from the table.

Yugi face palmed. He hated Joey's carefree and spontaneous personality sometimes, it got them into so much trouble when they were younger. "Nice job," he drawled sarcastically, trying to concentrate back on the game.

"Come on bud, hit me!" Joey demanded like an impatient child at a toy store. There was no calming down this young man.

Yugi sighed deeply and felt the tension creep up on his neck. This was going to be a long night. He arched his head up skyward to relieve the tension and closed his eyes. "Fine, fine, what's the catch?"

Because there always was one.

Joey shrugged nonchalantly. "Let me take you and Anzu and Honda out to The Pyramid tonight," he replied as Yugi dealt him his two cards, both face down. "It's on me." He tried to peek under one of his cards, but Yugi swatted his hand.

"Just because you work here, doesn't mean you can have an unfair advantage over everyone else," Yugi scolded. "And I'm too tired to party."

"Bullshit, all you do is sit here and deal cards," Joey protested, but then cringed when he realized what he just said. He didn't mean to insult Yugi's position, he knew his buddy was a hard worker. Joey put an apologetic hand on top of Yugi's. "I didn't mean it like that pal," he said softly.

Yugi couldn't help but gleam at his best friend's sincerity. "It's okay," he replied with a tint of red across his cheeks. If Joey were gay, his touch would've been less awkward. Joey and Tristan were aware that Yugi and Anzu were attracted to the same sex, but it bothered them not. That's what made them such an awesome team.

The game of blackjack started with Joey losing the first round, but he didn't give up. He just needed about $2000 and after that he was set. He wanted to spend lots of money on alcohol and women that night.

"Any particular reason why you keep betting more and more each round, Joey? Your streak kinda sucks tonight," Yugi said with a slight giggle. Joey was tenacious in every aspect of the word. Even when the odds were against him, he kept going. That was one of his stronger suits.

"I'm trying to get laid tonight," Joey replied bluntly. The patrons around them coughed uncomfortably and even Yugi uttered a short gasp at the back of his throat, but Joey continued. "And you need to as well."

Yugi slammed his cards down on the table. "That's enough outta you," he snapped, but at the same time, couldn't help but laugh at himself because he knew better than to think Joey was coming over to just play a simple game of 21. There was always a motive behind his actions. "I'm quite content with the lack of penis in my life, thank you."

That comment made two other patrons get up and leave. Right in the middle of a game.

Joey exploded in laughter. "That even caught me off guard," he cried, slapping his hand repeatedly on the cherry wooden glossed table. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to stifle his snickering, as he had already held the game up long enough, and Pegasus would catch him sneaking off from his station and bitch at him for not being at the bar serving customers.

"One more round and you're outta here," Yugi warned his buddy, picking his cards back up after shuffling them, shaking his head in disbelief. Even though Joey was disrupting the game, he was glad that someone had come over to keep him company. Work would be just plain boring without Joe.

After getting dealt his two cards and getting his hand smacked, again, Joey won three rounds in a row, earning $2500, more than enough to pay for his friends to get in to The Pyramid and to have a good time. Now he just had to convince Yugi to join.

"So, is that a yay or a nay for tonight?" he asked.

Yugi sighed and face palmed. "If I say no, you're gonna force me to go out anyways aren't you?" he said, separating his fingers and looking at Joey through them.

"Damn straight," Joey replied, collecting his chips. "I'm gonna go cash this shit out and – "

"JOEY! BAR! NOW!"

Both Yugi and Joey flinched at the loud and deafening voice over the intercom that echoed throughout the whole entire casino. It seemed to make time stand still, but only for a second, as everyone continued their play. That scary voice could only belong to one person.

"Can't say I didn't tell you so," Yugi said smirking. "I'll think about your 'offer ,'" he said, adding air quotes around the word 'offer'.

"Ehh, either way you're stuck with me so – "

"Joey Wheeler, you get your scrawny two bit ass back to your station right now! People are waiting to get served!" this time Pegasus screeched at Joey through his earpiece because his words weren't suitable for the whole world to hear it. Joey removed the piece because his voice was so reverberating.

He sighed and laid a firm hand on Yugi's shoulder. "So I'll see you tonight?"

Defeated, Yugi slouched his shoulders, turned in his direction, putting his own hands on Joey's shoulders and squeezed. "But I'm not getting laid."

"JOEY!"

With another flinch, Joey ran off back towards his workstation, but not before yelling, "We'll see about that!"

Getting laid. It sounded so sleazy and degrading and beneath Yugi. He always imagined his first time being special with someone he had fallen in love with and that he cared for. Casual sex was just not his cup of tea.


When Joey got back to the bar, there was a very angry mob of impatient customers looking for blood, screaming and yelling explicative and obscene phrases at Joey, some of which not even he had ever heard before; all except for one person. He sat in between the mayhem of mobsters, wearing a white trench coat, black dress shirt, and black slacks. His hair sat to the side of his head and a little over his eyes, but Joey could see his those piercing blue orbs even from under his brown bangs. The man had such a powerful and unexplained aura to him, but Joey couldn't put his finger on it. He looked menacing and the stare he shot Joey sent such a harsh chill down his spine. He seemed angry, like the other customers, but wasn't making a big fuss about it. He just sat there, resting his chin on the backs of his hands, just…sitting there.

While Joey could have stared in the man's eyes for hours, the customers probably would have preferred that he didn't, and a stiletto heel knocked him back to his senses, breaking his trance, and getting back to work. He served seemingly buckets and bucketful's of long island iced teas, rum and coke, Bacardi and sprite, Jack Daniels, Hennessey, Alizé, tequila, cognac, whiskey, and the like. Joey's arms were exhausted by the time he was done doing only one order of rounds.

He noticed that the attractive stranger hadn't made his order yet. Partly because Joey was already so preoccupied with the other rowdy and belligerent customers, so maybe he was cutting Joey some slack.

Breathless and spent, he approached the stranger with caution. "What can I get for you?"

"Sir."

"Beg your pardon?"

"Sir," the man repeated.

Joey flinched inwardly. "What can I get for you, sir?" he said again.

"Just a water, extra lemon. And may I suggest you move that ass a little quicker than you've been doing, I'm in a hurry."

Again, Joey flinched. He was used to rude ass customers, but this guy's baritone got under Joey's skin, and annoyingly fast. Now that Joey thought about it, the guy's posture was slouched and his shoulders hunched, almost as if he didn't even want to be there.

"Coming right up," Joey said through gritted teeth, although he didn't want the guy to see that he was getting under his skin so quickly. No one was going to be in control of Joey's emotions except Joey.

And on top of that, what was the guy's problem? If he didn't want to come, just go the fuck home. Nobody was stopping him, and no one would damn sure miss him.

He had his back turned, pouring the water in a tall crystal glass, when he heard the low, gruff voice behind him. "This century would be nice."

Son of a bitch. Joey felt his heart beat fast in his chest. His ears turned red and eyes dilated into a dark cloud of pissedthefuckoffness. How was this guy getting to him so easily in a way that no one else could?

Fuck this, Joey thought angrily as he turned around and forced a fake smile on his face, slamming the glass in front of the guy, making a bit of the water spew up from the top. The guy offered him an exasperated stare before toasting Joey, perhaps in a mockingly fashion before gulping down his drink.

"You know," Joey said as he crossed his arms and tapped his foot repeatedly, perhaps to channel his anger – somewhere other than this guy's face, handsome or not. "The things people drink says a lot about them." After the man didn't offer any type of verbal feedback, much to Joey's chagrin, he leaned down to the guy's eye level and moved his face closer, getting a much better view of his piercing blue eyes. His face now twisted in a scowl that didn't rattle Joey at all at that point. He felt insulted.

"Wanna know what yours says about you?"

The man didn't reply, only gave Joey a more threatening glare and took another swig of his drink.

Being the bold and brave individual that Joey was, he brought his lips to the stranger's ear. "You're an absolute bore." And with that he lifted his head again and offered the man a confident smirk, crossing his arms.

Big mistake.

The man stood up, revealing his true height, which was a few inches more than Joey's. His pectoral muscles protruded through his shirt, as well as his biceps on the side. They almost seemed to be painted on his body. His stance was that of a boxer in the ring getting ready to fight in his first round. The man took his glass of water, and with one swift flick of his wrist, threw the beverage in Joey's face. The chilling liquid made Joey tremble as it traveled down his face, to his clothing and eventually to his shoes. To add insult to injury, the stranger threw his glass on the wooden floor, shattering pieces everywhere, almost hitting the nearby customers with it before storming off and out of the casino.

Joey just stood there, half shuddering from the paralyzing cold water, sucking in his bottom lip as he looked down at the damage. He should've been angry, would've been angry, but he got exactly the reaction that he wanted to get out of the stranger, so it wasn't a total loss. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Nobody was going to make a monkey out of Joseph Wheeler, not even some rich looking, pompous, arrogant, complacent pretentious bastard.

Joey walked towards the back room to get a towel to dry himself off, hearing the snickers of the customers behind him as he disappeared beyond the door, but not even caring at that point. It was mission accomplished. While rubbing himself off, a mischievous smirk crept across his face, all the while thinking.

"Totally worth it."


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