Hello all. Please not that this is my first attempt at a fanfiction and that my Yu-Gi-Oh knowledge is lacking, so please be kind. Also, I in no way profit from Yu-Gi-oh in any way shape or form. Now, relax and try to enjoy!

He had originally come for business. It was just that he had got caught up along the way. Well, to be fair, his companion had gotten caught up as well, so they decided to try their business venture another time, but certainly not at another place

It had started easy enough. Each party had a specified job in mind: employer and employee. Simple. A contract could be written up and the deal would be set to start the very next day, if all went well. It was just that theory was so much easier then practice.

They knew it would be loud in this club, it always was. For them it was part of the appeal. It was hard to talk, but chances were no one was listening to you anyway, and if they were, half of what they heard would be music lyrics. Truly it was an ideal place to do business.

The two young men sat down a booth to wait for their third party to show up so they could start discussing business. They had been waiting for not even five minutes when the music in the club cut out. Puzzled noises were heard from other patrons and our two young men were instantly on edge. What was going on?

A voice boomed from speakers on every wall. "Sorry about that everyone, but a favorite is here tonight and we just had to see him dance! So glue those eyes to the stage and enjoy!"

Regulars to the bar would know there was only one dancer favored enough to have the music completely cut out in the club and looked to the stage with anticipation. But our business boys were not regulars. They only ventured in on occasion, so this announcement just put them more on edge.

A heavy base beat filled the club. It was dance worthy techno, the kind that could get even the most uptight person to tap their foot. Every person in the club was moving in time with the music. Well, almost every person. One wasn't, and he just happened to be one of our business boys. He barely noticed the music; his mind was entirely focused on the stage in front of him. The stages one spot-light was trained on the lithe form of a dancer who was holding onto a pole and moving his leather-clad hips in time with the base beat of the song. His tight, leather clad hips. His tight, leather shorts, clad hips. Yes, one could easily get used to watching that backside.

A blush spread over our business boys face. If his companion had seen him gawking just then, he'd never hear the end of it. But luckily, the other boy was talking up a waitress and not paying attention to anything that wasn't her bust. Relieved by this bit of information, our boy turned back to the stage.

He was glad to see he hadn't missed anything in the few seconds he was turned away. Those delicious hips were still swinging those tight buns back and fourth, just with more vigor now. And then the dancing figure swiveled, so both hands were grasping the pole. The dancer moved closer and closer to the pole, swaying seductively the whole time. He kept staring straight at the pole, and even though our business boy was watching from a side perspective, he felt the whole dance was for him. It was then, and only then, that our business boy took in the rest of the dancers outfit. He had been focusing only on the leather shorts before, but now that his mind was taking in the dancer in his entirety, he could see the boy was also wearing thigh high, tight black leather boots which left about three inches of perfect skin, until the favored shorts were in view again. Then above the low shorts was a vest, or what appeared to be a vest. In actuality it seemed to be belts held together with a mesh material at the front, where the back was more of that delicious black leather. As accessories he wore thick leather bracelets on each wrist, a leather collar, and, most peculiar of all, a thin mask that disguised his identity.

The masked dancer was in his groove now. It was fairly obvious that he had done this sort of thing before. The twists, the turns, the rubbing against the cold metal pole were all done with practiced ease, but still, it didn't seem as though it was a set routine for the dancing youth. In fact, it seemed as though the dancer had never heard the music that was playing before in his life. The way he was moving made him seem boneless, and very desirable.

Our business boy was now having an incredibly hard time thinking of anything. He had been unaware that a human body could move like that. When the saw the dancer flatten a leg against the pole, so he was doing the splits while standing, a shiver ran through him. The idea of anyone being that flexible made his mouth got dry. His mind was suddenly working overtime, sending him endless images of a certain "arch-nemesis" doing those moves in some sort of private, naked meeting.

The images in his head coupled with the lithe dancer in front of him sent a spark or recognition to his over stimulated brain of our now drooling business boy. He had seen those hips before somewhere, swaying deliciously, teasingly in front of him. Not quite to the extent they were doing now, of course. And he dimly recalled it that if he had been caught watching before, he'd have been in for the beating of his life. There was something forbidden about those hips.

Realization hit him like a train.

Of course he had seen them, he's practically memorized them in all their clothed beauty. He was sure they were the overly–watched-to-the-extent-of-stocking buns of his rival. His body and mind were reacting the same way they did whenever the so-called hated boy was around. Yes, he was prepared to bet every penny he had that the masked dancer was none other then Seto Kaiba. Of course, if he lost the bet, he'd only be losing about 84 dollars, but he was here to change that.

He and Honda were trying to get part time jobs as waiters here. It was a rather new place, but it already had a firm set of regulars. It was more a bar then a club, but there was a dance floor and a small stage with a pole in the center. And now Jou wanted to work there even more. It wasn't just that he now needed to know why Kaiba was pole dancing on that small stage. He also like the music they played and the customers seemed really friendly, but mainly, it was the Kaiba thing.

Jou sent his focus back up to the stage and to Kaiba. He would wonder about why Kaiba was pole dancing in some small bar some other time. When Kaiba wasn't pole dancing in some bar, for example.

When the song ended, the stage went black. Jou jumped up to chase after Kaiba when he realized something was different. Honda was no longer sitting in the booth. Jou instantly in a panic feared the worst. He would never forgive himself if his best friend had been kidnapped while Kaiba mesmerized him. After running around franticly for a moment, Jou found Honda dancing with the waitress. By that time however, Kaiba had managed to slip out of the Club and Jou would have to wait the whole weekend to confront him. Sighing, he left the bar and headed for home, completely forgetting the reason he had come in the first place.

There, done. Review please! I really would appriciate any suggestions on how to make it better. I have the second chapter written, just not typed up… heh heh heh….