A/N: Before I give you guys the actual summary of this story, let me explain to you the origin and details of the summary that's displayed with the title. Yes, I'm aware that Oui does not mean "you and I". However, Jeremih sings in this song that "there's no 'we' without you and I" and this is true in both the words "we" and "oui". The French word for "yes" is pronounced like the English pronoun "we". And in order to properly utilize this pronoun, one has to be referring to themself and at least one other person, because there truly is no "we" without another person to accompany yourself (you and I). And for "oui" there really is no "oui" without the letter u or the letter i. It's a very clever play on words.

Disclaimer: "Oui" was written by Jeremih and appears on "Late Nights: The Album", a Def Jam Recordings Production. Said album was released on December 10th, 2015 and said song was released on October 30th, 2015.

I do not own YuGiOh. This much should be obvious.

Summary: A/U. Yuugi is a professional gamer. Yami is the Duel Monster's King of Games. They know of each other through a mutual friend, but the only problem is that they hate each other – or rather, they hate each other's profession. But what would happen if they were to get to know each other outside of what they do for a living. Main shipping: PuzzleShipping. Side shippings: TenderShipping, BronzeShipping, PuppyShipping. Warning for language and OOCness from all characters. Hikari Marik will be referred to as "Malik" in this story. T for now. Will change to M if I feel the need to add any mature themes.

Chapter One: If We…

Joey and Ryou had to admit, Yuugi had a nice house.

Of course, when you get paid hundreds of thousands, and sometimes millions – it just depends – of dollars to travel and play video games, you would expect them to have nice things. Nice house, nice car, nice clothes; it was almost expected that if someone made bank they should be living a lavish lifestyle. And Yuugi fit perfectly into that régime. Well, for a gamer, anyways.

His home had three stories: the first one consisting of his living room, kitchen, dining room, and his guest bathroom; the second one consisting of his bedroom, a guest room, his bathroom, and an office area (of which he never used); and the third one consisting of nothing but his game room. This was where Yuugi spent most of his time. Exiting the elevator and setting foot on this floor was the equivalent of walking into an arcade; there were several consoles and controllers, several small flat-screen televisions, and there were a few laptops specifically for the purpose of downloading and playing video games. Although each floor screamed "nerdy gamer" with posters, console inspired chairs, shelves that resembled Super Mario World and Tetris, and even controller shaped pillows; hands down, this was the most interesting and gawk-worthy floor of the house.

But there was no time for gawking, nor did Joey and Ryou have any need to. They'd been in this room more times than they'd been in their own rooms – hell, probably more times than they'd been in their own homes. Right now, they needed to get Yuugi out of here and into the car where Malik was awaiting them.

Of course, as they had suspected, their friend was sitting on his futon in front of one of his many televisions with a headset on and a controller in his hand. Typically, this would not be a problem. As a professional gamer, it was almost required that Yuugi spend a good deal of time practicing and continuing to build his skills in the games he got paid to play. However, today was not the day for him to be pressing buttons and trash talking people that were probably miles away from him.

Joey was the one to address him first, making his way over to the futon and standing next to his friend. "Yug' don't tell me that you're sittin' here playin' ya game without a care in the world and ya ain't even dressed yet."

To which Yuugi responded with a scoff and moved his mouthpiece upward so that his opponent wouldn't hear what he's about to say. "Of course I'm dressed. You think I'm gonna just hop online and play without making sure that I'd be ready once you got here?"

"Yes."

"I'm dressed. And you're distracting me. Go wait downstairs until I finish this match." Yuugi said, or rather demanded with a quick and dismissive wave of his hand.

"You're dressed?" Joey walked over to his friend's console and hit the power button, ignoring the displeased sounds and the insults that came from him. "How the hell are ya dressed? Ya don't have ya shirt all the way on and ya shoes are next to ya instead of on ya feet."

His friend was wearing a casual black button-down polo and a pair of cargo shorts with black socks. Yuugi's shirt was open, showing the tattoo's that adorned his torso and part of his neck, accompanying the ones that were sleeved onto both of his arms. The ink on his body was similar to the décor of his house, being inspired by each game he played and just a little bit of Duel Monsters as well. From wrist to wrist he was covered in the casts Super Smash Bros. Mortal Kombat, Street Fighter and Killer Instinct; while his torso sported a large tattoo of the Dark Magician, his favorite Duel Monster's Card.

From the doorway, Ryou's half-hearted attempt at concealing his laughter was noticed, the slightly choked sound carrying through the room as he covered his mouth and turned away from Yuugi's smoldering gaze.

"It's not funny!" He snapped before turning his frustration onto the man next to him, shoving – or trying to shove, Joey was a stout person and wasn't moved easily – him. "And you can't just come into my game room and turn my shit off while I'm in the middle of playing it. How would you like it if I just showed up to your place and unplugged your system while you were using it?"

Unmoved and unaffected by Yuugi's attack, Joey merely folded his arms over his chest. "If ya did, at least I woulda been dressed and ready ta go."

Yuugi huffed dramatically. "I am ready to go. I can fix my shirt and put my shoes on in the car. You're acting like you came in and I was just sitting here in my underwear."

"We have come in and seen you in your underwear before." Ryou stated, his laughter having subsided and allowing him to face the two again. "You're never ready when you're supposed to go somewhere with us."

"Exactly. Now hurry up and finish getting' ready. Malik's in the car waitin' and we're s'posed to be at Mai's place by nine."

"And you think that standing here fussing at me is gonna get us there on time?" Yuugi reached down beside the futon and grabbed his Nike Huaraches. "I told you, I can fix myself in the car."

Ryou shook his head and made his way over to the two, mimicking Joey by folding his arms over his chest. "Perhaps if we start leaving him, then he'll get the message to be ready whenever we get here. As you can see, fussing has gotten us nowhere." He gestured to his half-dressed friend.

"You really think I'm gonna stress over you guys leaving me here?" Yuugi scoffed and began making his way out of the room, not bothering to make sure his friends were following him. "You guys ditch me, I promise you that all I'm gonna do is hop my ass back on my futon and play Smash. I will give no fucks."

"Let's just go. We'll figure out some kinda way to make sure his ass is ready whenever we get here," Joey whispered before following in the direction that Yuugi went.

Outside of Yuugi's house was Malik, leaning against the hood of his car with his arms crossed, one of the lights in his friend's driveway illuminating the area around him. He'd hoped that perhaps this time, just this once, Yuugi would come outside fully clothed and ready to go. Just this one time – it would make things so much easier. He wouldn't have to hear Ryou and Joey nagging Yuugi the entire ride.

But of course, he knew he was asking for too much. Any hopes of a fun and peaceful car ride were promply removed from his mind once he saw Yuugi exit his home with his shirt open and his sneakers in hand. Malik shook his head. Hell would freeze over before Yuugi would actually be ready to go.

"I don't even know why I bother with the thought that you'll be dressed and ready whenever we come to get you. It never happens," He complained once the smaller man was within earshot.

Yuugi responded by roughly pushing his shoes into the other's chest. "Shut up and hold these." And then he proceeded to button his shirt.

Malik rolled his eyes, but did as his friend asked him too. "Do you do this when you go out on dates? Wait til the last minute to get dressed and then make them hold your stuff while you finish getting dressed outside?"

"Well," Yuugi began, taking his shoes back, "Considering that I'm in committed relationships with my WiiU, my Xbox, and my PlayStation, I'm gonna have to say no. They're all inside and I don't need to dress up for them."

"I'm serious. If there was someone out here picking you up for a date, would you be ready?"

"Of course."

"Ready ready?"

"Yes, I would be ready. If I had a date, I would be fully dressed and ready to walk out the door by the time they got here."

Malik opened his mouth to respond, but before he could get his question out, Joey was already asking, "Then why the hell can't ya do that with us?"

Yuugi blinked. "Because I'm not with any of you." He opened the back door on the driver's side and got into the car, a quiet "duh" slipping out before the door closed.

Each of the remaining three gave their own version of a sigh, along with voicing their opinion about the antics of their friend, before joining him in the car; Ryou sitting in the back with Yuugi and Joey riding shotgun.

XxxX

"Rapunzel!" Came the loud greeting/scolding from a white haired male whose appearance almost mirrored that of Ryou's. Save for the height and slight difference in skin tone, the two could pass as twins.

And a sigh came from the shorter look-a-like as he and his friends entered the building. He'd hoped that he and his entourage would at least be able to get through the door to Mai's new house before Bakura could begin his loud, slightly annoying, and somewhat childish antics. "That is not my name."

"Your name is whatever I call you." Bakura retorted, walking over to the group and crossing his arms. "Anyway, Mai said you'd be here at nine." The man then lifted his right arm and drew back his jacket sleeve, showing several Rolex watches that went from his wrist to a couple of inches away from his elbow. "It's ten after. What gives?"

"We were waiting on Christmas to come." Ryou jerked a thumb back at Yuugi. "He takes forever to get ready."

Yuugi scowled and swatted his friend's hand away before folding his arms over his chest. "I do not. And who the hell is he? Why are you telling my business to strangers?"

"First, it's no secret to anyone that you're always late and anyone who shows up to any kind of event with you is always late," Ryou responded matter-of-factly before jerking his head in Bakura's direction. "And he's not a stranger."

"That still doesn't answer the question of who he is."

Malik nodded in agreement with Yuugi's statement. "Yeah. And why'd he call you Rapunzel?"

Bakura lowered his jacket sleeve and then rose a brow. "You mean you haven't told them yet?"

Now Joey – who had been scanning the premises for Mai – was interested in this conversation. He turned towards Ryou's look-a-like and rose a brow. "Tell us what?"

Ignoring the frantic shaking of Ryou's head, Bakura allowed himself to smirk before answering, "We're dating."

This statement was followed by a loud and unanimous "what", drawing the attention of several other individuals in the house, including its owner.

"A sudden, loud outburst coming from the front door?" Mai questioned teasingly once she was within earshot of the group. She shifted her weight onto her right leg and rested a hand on her hip. "I should've know that it was you guys. When do you ever enter a room like normal people?"

"Actually Mai, we did enter quietly for once. Only reason we was loud is 'cause Ryou was hidin' things from us."

Before Mai could turn to him and ask what Joey was talking about, Ryuo was already defending himself. "I wasn't hiding anything."

"Then how come ya didn't tell us ya were dating…" Joey looked over at his friend's look-a-like, trying put a name with a face; but he soon realized it couldn't be done because no one had given him a name to put with his face. "This guy. Ya didn't even tell us his name."

"His name is Bakura. And I didn't tell you that I was dating him because we've only been one one date."

"Was it recent?"

Ryou gave a gesture that blended a shrug and a nod. "I mean…I guess. It was a week ago."

"And ya didn't think ta tell us? We always tell ya when we go on dates."

Yuugi nodded. "Always. Most of the time its right after we get back."

"That's you guys. I'm not as…flamboyant with my relationships as you are." Ryou shrugged – a genuine shrug this time. "Sorry."

"Fine. That explains who he is, but you still haven't told us why he called you Rapunzel."

"It's his nickname," Bakura answered, gesturing to Ryou's long white tresses. "Don't tell me that all of this hair doesn't remind you of Rapunzel."

"You come up with nicknames for everyone?"

"I try to. Even came up with one for you." Bakura stood next to the shorter male and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Now do you prefer Pipsqueak or Squirt?"

Yuugi bristled and sized up the taller man next to him before pushing his hand away. "That depends. Do you prefer jack or ass?"

"Fair enough. I guess I shouldn't try to give you a nickname before I get to know you." He put his hand back on Yuugi's shoulder. "You're a pro gamer, right?"

"Yes, I am." Yuugi answered before shrugging Bakura's hand off. "And will you stop touching me? I don't know you. Not everyone can have the privilege of laying their hands on me."

"As a pro gamer, you get a lot of customized gaming stuff, right?"

"Yeah."

"How much did it cost you to get all your controllers made extra-small? Because my six-year-old cousin wanted an Xbox, and I wanted to make sure that he was comfortable while holding his controller."

Ignoring the insult that just came from the man next to him, Yuugi turned to Ryou. "I don't think you should date this guy. You don't need that kind of negativity in your life." And then he turned to Mai. "Where's the alcohol?"

To which Mai responded with a laugh. "You don't want to see the house first?"

"I can see the house on the way to the liquor. Take me to it, please."

XxxX

Malik shook his head as he watched his friend open Mai's refrigerator and get another beer bottle. The recycling bin was nearly full and he was sure that Yuugi was responsible for almost half of the bottles in there. After their tour of the house, Yuugi made a beeline back to the kitchen. "Any particular reason you're trying to get drunk?"

"I'm not," the shorter one responded as he closed the refrigerator. "I just want to feel a buzz."

"Keep downing bottle after bottle and a buzz won't be all that you feel." Malik crossed his arms. "Is it because Bakura insulted your height?"

A sigh. "No, but…I'm sensitive about that. I'm surprised Ryou didn't say anything to stop him. I mean he should know that I don't like being called short."

Malik went to the refrigerator to get himself a drink – a soda, he wasn't much of a drinker – and he shrugged. "He was just as shocked as Joey and I was. I'm sure he didn't expect for him to say that."

Yuugi's response was a mere shrug. He wasn't entirely interested in trying to assess how Ryou's apparent boyfriend hit a sore spot during his introduction; he was more interested in how long it would take him to feel that buzz that he wanted. Four Heinekens and he was still just as sober as when he walked in. Of course, there was liquor in the freezer, but Yuugi hated the taste of Cîroc; and given the tossup between the two, Heineken was the better option. All he wanted to do was get a little tipsy so that he could act a fool – not a complete fool, just fool enough – with his friends, but apparently that wasn't in the cards for him.

"Why don't you go mingle? It'll take your mind off of Bakura quicker than trying to get drunk will." Malik leaned against the kitchen counter in front of his friend and smirked. "Besides, I heard that your crush was here."

"One, I know everyone here. Save for Mai, Joey, you, and Ryou; I don't wanna talk to anyone in this house. Two, I have no crushes, so what the hell are you talking about?"

"Why did you come to the party if all you're gonna do is drink and be anti-social?"

"I'm not being anti-social. And Mai asked me to, it was her house warming party; I couldn't say 'no'. Now, answer my question."

"You don't have a crush on the King of Games?"

The shorter man made a face. "Hell no. How could you even think that?"

"Because you always talk about how good he looks."

"I do not." Yuugi folded his arms stubbornly. "I met him one time at a gala, and thought he looked nice in the suit that he was wearing. Other than that, I don't talk about him. I don't even like him."

"But you think he looks nice?"

"Yeah. Isn't it possible to think someone looks nice without liking them?"

Malik sneered. "No."

"Whatever. I don't like that guy. He's rich and famous for what reason exactly? Picking up a card and putting it on a table?"

"Says the guy that makes bank to push buttons. I really don't think you got room to talk. Besides, you love Duel Monsters."

"I don't love it, I –" Yuugi began, but was cut off by the tanned male he was conversing with taking ahold of his button-down and ripping it open, quite a few of the buttons popping off.

Malik pointed at the Dark Magician tattoo that took up a good percentage of his friend's torso. "Lie again."

"I'm not lying. I like Duel Monsters, but I'm not completely crazy about it."

"Just crazy enough to get a giant tattoo of your favorite card, right?" He shook his head before laughing. "You are something else, you know that? You are really something else."

Yuugi rolled his eyes before going back to his drinking. "You owe me a shirt."

"And you owe me a truthful statement. Admit that you like Yami."

"I'm not admitting to something that's not true. I don't –"

As if on cue, the topic of Malik and Yuugi's conversation walked into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator getting himself one of the few Heinekens left.

Either Yuugi really was drunk off the few beers he had, or Yami was just damn fine. Was he wearing a shirt that was two sizes too small, or was he just that damn big? His arms looked like they'd torn through the short sleeves of his polo and the shirt hugged his chest so tightly that Yuugi could see his pectoral and abdominal muscles in high-definition. And then his legs – oh Jesus, his legs – were so toned and strong looking, like he spent all of his free time doing deep squats. Yami's calves transitioned so nicely into his thighs, and those thighs turned into a nice, toned, firm-looking ass. Oh, what Yuugi wouldn't give to…wait, was he drooling?

Yuugi shook his head and looked away, putting his now empty bottle back to his lips, hoping to disguise how he just blatantly checked out the same man he just said that he didn't like.

Without a word or a passing glance, Yami got his drink and left just as quickly as he came in, leaving Yuugi and Malik to finish their discussion,

"You don't like him?" The taller male mockingly asked, folding his arms over his chest. "Seems to me that you got a little start struck."

To which Yuugi responded with a huff. "What could possibly make you think that?"

Malik pointed to the empty bottle at Yuugi's lips. "You're drinking air."

Yuugi sucked his teeth and tossed the bottle in the recycling bin. "I'm not star struck. I told you, I didn't like him."

"So you expect me to just ignore how you undressed him with your eyes? Oh yeah, I saw you." He gave a cheeky grin. "I'm just supposed to ignore that?"

"I didn't –" Yuugi began, but stopped himself and sighed at the fact that he did just have an eyegasm.

"Don't even try to say that you didn't. I saw you. He walked in fully clothed, didn't even speak, didn't even look at you, and he's got you hot and bothered."

"Ain't nothing about him that makes me hot and bothered."

Malik brought his finger to his mouth, lightly touching his tongue before using that same finger to touch Yuugi's neck, imitating a burning sound – the same sound you would hear if a drop of water fell onto a hot stove top – before giving another saucy grin. "You lying."

And Yuugi smacked his hand away before pointing a finger in his face. "Malik, I know what you're doing. Cut it out."

"What are you talking about? What am I doing?"

"Trying to play matchmaker."

The taller man laughed and pushed Yuugi's finger away. "Actually, no I'm not. All I want you to do is stop denying the fact that you like him because you don't like what he does for a living. Quit being stubborn."

Yuugi sighed. He knew admitting to Malik how he felt about the King of Games would only encourage Malik to set them up more, but what was the point of lying? "Fine. I like him. Are you happy now?"

Malik's grin only grew as he held up a finger. "One second." And then he was gone.

Yuugi's eyes dropped to the floor. This was embarrassing. He'd just went on a rant about how much he didn't like Yami, and then the bastard walked in and had the nerve to look good while doing it. Congratulations, He thought, shaking his head and walking to the refrigerator for the fifth time that night. You played yourself.

It took Malik a lot longer than "one second" to come back to the kitchen, and he returned with his own look-a-like.

Yuugi cocked a brow and crossed his arms. "What's this?"

"This is your key to a date with the King of Games." Malik's smirk returned.

"What makes you think that I wanna date him? Just because I caved and said that I liked him doesn't mean anything."

"Liar. Anyway, Marik's gonna help set you up with him."

"I said I might. You haven't told me what's in it for me yet," Marik corrected, earning an eye roll from his boyfriend. "From what you told me, this date won't be made easily."

"What exactly did he tell you?" Yuugi glanced over at Malik; he'd been notorious for stretching the truth on occasion, especially when he wanted things to go his way.

"That you hate how he makes his money, but you appreciate how he looks."

"He's exaggerating. I don't hate how he makes his money; I just don't think he should be rich for playing cards."

This time, it was Marik who cocked a brow. "Do you know what you do for a living? You ain't got no room to talk. You get to travel the world and make almost millions to look at a screen and push buttons."

"I –" Yuugi began, but shook his head. It was pointless to argue. "Just tell me how you're supposed to be hooking me up with Yami."

"I'm not doing anything yet." Malik's look-a-like smirked and folded his arms. "Malik hasn't told me what I get in return for this favor."

"Right, I forgot about that." Malik cleared his throat before tapping his chin, but the actions seemed poorly executed, as though he was only pretending to ponder this situation. Then, "If you don't do this, I'll tell your probation officer that I haven't seen you."

For a while, Marik said nothing. Then, realizing his boyfriend wasn't bluffing. With his long – very long, almost never-ending – list of petty crimes and misdemeanors (most commonly disorderly conduct, petty theft, and trespassing), the last thing he needed was for his probation officer to think that he was getting into even more trouble. "Fine. I'll help."

Ignoring – or trying to ignore – the smug expression on Malik's face, Yuugi pushed past him and stood before Marik. "So, what exactly is it that you're going to do?"

"I'm going to get Yami to ask you out. We've known each other almost our whole lives, and I'm proud to say I'm pretty good at convincing him to do things. All I need is your phone number and a few days to work my magic."

"A few days?"

"Yami can be crazy stubborn sometimes. Even when I'm doing my best work he still holds out." Marik shook his head. "Anyway, in a couple of days; he'll hit your line."

Yuugi shrugged. It wasn't like he was chomping at the bit to date the man – and he knew Marik well enough to anticipate that that would be the impression he gave; in a way he was just like Malik – but it would be a valuable experience. If things didn't go well, then he would be rid of this ridiculous crush and Malik's annoying insistence that he act on those feelings; but if things did go well, it would be enjoyable to know that he was in a relationship with someone. He'd been single way too long.

"Well?"

"Fine."

Maybe Yuugi did want to date Yami. Or at least get to know him better.

Or maybe he was really was drunk. Who knows?

A/N: I do not intend on this being a very long story. That being said, I plan to update either Weekly or Bi-weekly (do not hold me to this, sometimes things don't always go as I planned). I know this first chapter barely had any interaction between Yami and Yuugi, but I promise, the rest of the story will have plenty. And I know that the scene with Bakura seemed kind of pointless, but I intend on having it play out into the humor of this fic (don't hold me to that either). Thanks for reading.