This is set in the sort-of-AU of Domino, but without hikaris. The exact reasons why Yami ended up wth his own body and in Not 4 Kidz will become apparent in later chapters, it's all planned out.
Contains heavy lemon/smut with heavily implied lime. You have been warned. I also just always refer to Yami Marik as Melvin. I'm mad for YGOTAS, I'm not going to lie :)
Clashshipping (Yami Yugi x Yami Marik) and Yami Marik x Mai Valentine (I don't know the shipping name for it, sorry), occasional bad language.
Chapter One
Melvin stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him. He aimlessly walked the streets in the cool evening air, not even conscious of where he was going, he was so steamed up.
That whorebiscuit, how dare she be so … so … clingy! So what if he had reconsidered his decision to banish her to the ShadowRealm? So what if he hadn't exactly spurned her Stockholm-Syndrome-like advances? So what if he had allowed her to move in with him? It didn't mean a thing!
He bashed into someone and snarled, pushing roughly past.
"Hey!"
Melvin kept walking.
"Hey! Melvin!"
Melvin turned, wondering who dared to disturb his bad mood. "Oh. Hey, Bakura."
"What's got you in the dumps, chap?" Bakura asked jauntily, catching up to the glowering Melvin. It just made him madder.
"None of your damn business, thief."
"Wow. That's friendly. Have you and Mai been fighting again?"
Melvin just glowered.
Bakura smirked and beckoned, walking past Melvin. "Come with me, I know something that'll cheer you up."
"What?" Melvin asked suspiciously, following anyway. Bakura didn't answer, just led him into a shady part of Domino, where the streetlights were dingy and cracked, barely lighting up the area around themselves. Untrustworthy types huddled in alley corners, glaring suspiciously at Melvin as Bakura as they passed. Bakura seemed unfazed by the surroundings and just led Melvin into a shabby-looking building with the words 'Not 4 Kidz' on the swinging banner.
Inside it was surprisingly opulent and spacious, complete with a bar and side rooms. It was dingy and smoky, filed with the sort of clientele that wouldn't be out of place in an Evil Council Of Doom. It sure was one of Bakura's hangouts.
"Take a look around, enjoy yourself," Bakura smirked. "I'll come and get you near dawn, okay?"
With that the thief vanished into the gloom.
Melvin looked around, shifting uncomfortably. Not wanting to attract too much attention, he wandered about and looked into the side rooms.
There was one room apparently devoted to getting high, another for sleeping it off, another where half-naked women lounged and beckoned for him to join them. Melvin didn't feel like investigating the rest and headed over to the bar. For a moment he was tempted to order a drink, but he wasn't sure it would be completely free of any other … substances.
He waved the bartender over, a muscly-looking tattooed man who Melvin wasn't entirely sure he could trust.
"I'm looking for my friend, he came over this way a few minutes ago—"
"He?" The bartender said, raising an eyebrow. "You'll want to head over that way, to room 3." He jabbed a thumb in that direction and started cleaning glasses with a grimy rag.
Giving the judgemental bartender a narrow look, even though Melvin didn't quite get what he was being judgemental about, he walked over to room 3 and peered inside.
It was dark inside, sparsely filled with giggling women and a few shifty-looking men. Scanning the people, Melvin couldn't see Bakura's distinctive hair and was about to leave when a spotlight flickered on, illuminating a raised stage in the middle of the room with a shiny glittering pole in the centre.
Out of the smoke a short, lithe figure with spiky hair walked towards the pole. Music began to play, drifting through the room like smoke. Melvin didn't know why he didn't just walk out, something compelled him to stay just a little bit longer.
The figure ran a hand up and down the pole, seeming to inspect it to the beat of the music. There were a few catcalls but there was largely silence as the slow beat of the music washed against Melvin's ears, making his heart thump in time. The figure leaned one hip against the pole and slowly stripped off its glittering outer robe, revealing pale shoulders and legs, torso and upper thighs covered in leather belts. From this distance Melvin couldn't quite see the figure's face or whether it was a woman or not, though he was pretty sure it was a woman.
The music stepped up a notch and the figure began to sway, spinning around the pole with careless abandon, expertly catching it with wrists and ankles. Suddenly the figure stopped, leaning its weight against the pole and slowly sliding down, knees spreading and unclipping a few belts to drop on the floor.
Melvin wasn't aware of letting go of the door and leaning closer. It was a man for sure, and Melvin couldn't look away as the man ground against the pole, rotating his hips and licking his lips. The music stepped up again and the spiky-haired man leapt about the pole to the beat of the music, holding himself above the floor and spinning in tight acrobatic circles until he came to a rest. He laughed, a low, rich sound, and stripped off another belt to more catcalls.
Melvin unconsciously drifted closer, eyes wide.
The man knelt and braced himself against the pole, head dropping down and back arching, legs spreading and straining the belts.
Melvin bit his lip, unable to hide from the fact that he was being incredibly turned on. And he couldn't rip his eyes from the man's strange, tricoloured hair and pale lean body as he spun and danced to the wild beat thrumming through the room, pounding in Melvin's blood.
Time seemed to stand still as the man whirled around his pole, entrancing his audience. He stripped off his belts until he was just wearing a collar and a pair of tight black leather boxers; Melvin idly wondered how the man could move so freely and so… expressively… in such tight constraints. There was no doubt though, that this was a man. A very pretty man.
The music seemed to be coming to its end, tempo climbing and climbing as the man undulated and grasped at the pole like it could give him completion. He spun and circled and thrust as the music climbed higher and higher.
The music came to a dramatic stop and the man laughed, holding himself off the floor, gripping the pole with his thighs and bending backwards, arms trailing on the floor. His head tilted back and Melvin found himself looking into the man's eyes.
They were bright purple, such a bright colour, and held his own with a sparkling intensity. Melvin unconsciously held his breath, drowning in those beautiful violet eyes. The man was trying to catch his breath, mouth slightly open. Melvin couldn't stop staring…
"A round of applause for the slinky Pharaoh, ladies and gents," A low voice spoke over the TA. Melvin found himself clapping along with everyone else.
The man blinked and righted himself, breaking their eye contact. He picked up his belts and bowed floridly, blowing kisses to his audience and sauntering away to the back of the room, to where he had come from. Melvin watched him go and was rewarded when the man looked back, directly into Melvin's eyes. The man, the so-called Pharaoh, smiled slowly and disappeared into the back room, presumably to get changed.
The other clients started to drift away and Melvin came crashing back to reality and shuffled out, hiding his face. Slumping at the bar he dazedly ordered some sort of alcoholic drink and gulped it in one, not really caring what it was as long as it burned his throat. He ignored the look the bartender gave him.
What was all that about? Melvin wondered, trying to ignore the fact he was still turned on by the beautiful man's erotic display. I'm not… I don't like men… I've been with Mai for months now… oh Ra, what is this?
He didn't notice someone slide onto a barstool beside him until the man tapped his arm. Melvin looked up and caught his breath. It was him. The Pharaoh. He was wearing a tight black leather vest and tight black trousers, eyes sparkling as he watched Melvin's reaction with mirth.
"I haven't seen you around here before," The man said, a smile hovering around his lips.
"Uh, no, my friend brought me here…" Melvin stuttered, wondering at the man's calm. Just minutes ago he had been baring almost all for strangers and here he was, chatting without a care in the world. The bartender slid a drink towards the man who caught it and sipped.
"Did you enjoy my dance?"
Melvin felt himself blushing and looked away.
"Hm. Should I take that as a yes?"
Despite knowing the man was teasing him, Melvin felt himself blushing harder, baffled at his body's pleased reaction to the man paying attention to him like this.
The man, the Pharaoh, smiled and sipped his drink. Melvin noticed that the man's hand was still on his arm and couldn't bring himself to mention it, to break that light contact, even though he couldn't pin down the exact reason why not.
"Shy?"
"Huh?"
"You don't seem very talkative, Sir." The man said gently, stroking Melvin's wrist lightly.
"Oh, sorry, I just didn't expect to talk to you…" Melvin stammered, distracted by the stroking.
"How about a little trade, hmm?"
"What do you mean?"
"My name for yours," The man suggested, still stroking his wrist.
"I – I thought your name was Pharaoh," Melvin mumbled and immediately felt stupid. Of course that wasn't his name.
"That's a stage name," the man said, watching Melvin from under his eyelashes without a hint of censure. "My real name's Yami." He offered his hand.
"M-Melvin." Hand shaking slightly, he took Yami's. Yami – the Pharaoh – took it in a firm grip, palm slightly calloused from his work at the pole, presumably. His hand was warm and seemed very petite compared to Melvin's.
"Nice to meet you, Melvin."
"Likewise."
Melvin broke the somehow-sensual handshake. Yami put his hand on Melvin's wrist again, leaning forwards and looking up.
"I must say, if you'll forgive me being forward, how much I like your hair."
"Oh," Melvin said.
"It looks fantastic," Yami smiled. "Would you mind – can I touch it?"
"Uh, sure, I guess…"
Yami reached up and ran his fingers through Melvin's fine, fluffy hair, leaning a lot closer to do so. Yami beamed and Melvin couldn't help but admire how beautiful the man was, uncommonly so. Melvin held his breath a little as the man leaned closer, lips parted slightly and hand gentle in Melvin's hair, letting the strands slide through his fingers. Melvin's heart was racing and he couldn't tear his eyes away, they seemed glued to the man.
"Mm. Thank you, Melvin," Yami said, not moving away at all.
"Uh, you're welcome."
Yami's hand slowly traced down the side of Melvin's face to his jaw, tilting his chin slightly. "Would you like to go somewhere a little more private to continue this conversation? I always find bars so crass, don't you?"
Melvin was trying hard not to tremble at the delicious feel of that face-stroke. "Um…"
With his other hand Yami took Melvin's wrist and led him down a series of corridors to a room equipped only with a bed.
"Much more cosy in here, don't you think?"
"Yeah, not so crowded," Melvin mumbled.
Yami linked their fingers together. "I'm guessing you've never been to one of these places before, Melvin?"
"Can't say that I have."
Yami raised an eyebrow. "I'll make it easy for you then," he said, and pulled Melvin over to the bed. "Come here."
"Oh! I didn't understand, you've made a mistake…" Melvin stuttered, cheeks flaming as understanding hit.
"Oh? What sort of mistake?" Yami said, stroking Melvin's face again.
Melvin's breath caught despite himself. "I'm not – I'm not into other men—"
Yami's eyes caught Melvin's, holding their gaze as he slowly tracked his hand down Melvin's chest to his crotch, pressing close. Melvin gasped, unable to look away and unable to hide how much pleasure this man was giving him. Yami smiled gently.
"I think you are."
Melvin was speechless.
"This is a place for pleasure, not judgement. Let me show you…"
Time became insignificant as Yami showed Melvin oh so much. His hands wandered with expert ease, easily sliding under Melvin's clothing and exploring. Yami made a surprised sound as he found the extensive scarring on Melvin's back but didn't stop, showing no judgement just as he had said before. He pulled Melvin's hands to his own body, guiding and helping.
Melvin didn't think about what he was doing, what he was experiencing. He just enjoyed it, enjoyed the silky smooth feel of the dancer's skin and hair against his, the warmth of Yami's lips and mouth all over his body and the sound of his rich laugh filling the room.
The bedsheets were scratchy and coarse but Melvin found he couldn't care as the lithe Pharaoh twined their bodies together, stretching Melvin's limbs into strange new positions that he couldn't help but like. The first time or two Melvin felt awkward and sore, not used to not being the dominant one but helplessly loving it, and then he started craving Yami's body on his, needing the other man so badly and not even caring if it was 'wrong'.
They went gentle and rough, fast and slow, soft and hard, every way Melvin could have imagined possible, and he just wanted more, more, more. He lost his inhibitions early on and let his hands roam too, feeling the lean muscles beneath his palms twitching and straining, making the other man laugh and groan and whisper hotly in his ear, breath raising goose-bumps on Melvin's neck.
It was a place of pure pleasure and Melvin's attention narrowed to three things: touch, taste and sound. When he opened his eyes they feasted on Yami, taking in his slender sinewy frame and gorgeous violet eyes promising more to come. Yami's tongue danced over Melvin's body, tasting him and making him spasm in ecstasy.
A long time later they simply lay on the bed, exhausted and breathless. Melvin's arms were looped around Yami's waist and their legs were twined together. Yami had one hand tangled in Melvin's hair and the other lightly stroked his cheek, staring into his eyes.
"That was…" Melvin murmured. "That was…"
"Well I know I had fun."
"Me too," Melvin said, a little uneasily. "But that was insane. I mean, I don't know you at all, and here we are…"
"This is a whorehouse, Melvin," Yami said softly. "That's sort of the idea."
"You make it sound so cold."
"It can be," Yami said, stretching his hands a little. "But not always. I had a lot of fun tonight, and I thank you for that."
Melvin glanced up at a clock on the wall and was shocked at how much time had passed. Yami followed his gaze.
"I'm guessing you have to be somewhere."
"My friend said he'd come and find me about... half an hour ago. I need to go."
"Well, there is just one awkward little matter to clear up…" Yami said delicately, raising an eyebrow.
"Huh?"
Yami sighed, stroking Melvin's face again. "For my… ah, services."
"Oh! Like I said, I've never been in one of these places before."
Melvin regretfully disentangled himself and rifled through his clothing until he found his wallet. "Er, how much?"
They found that Melvin was about thirty yen short, but Yami waved it away, surprisingly.
"You get a discount for being a new client. Will you be back again?"
Melvin looked away, abruptly reminded that Mai was waiting for him.
Yami cupped his cheek familiarly and Melvin found he didn't mind. "Well, I hope you will be. It's not often I get a client who likes to please as well as be pleased."
Melvin blushed and stumblingly dressed himself again. Yami watched, comfortable in just his skin.
As Melvin turned to leave, he was surprised to find pale arms winding around his waist and Yami pressing close, cheek against his back.
"I hope you can come back," Yami said softly.
Melvin took a deep breath. "I'll come back."
Melvin felt Yami smile. His unexpected lover squeezed him around the waist before letting go and opening the door for him to slip away.
He found Bakura waiting for him in the bar area. Bakura smirked at Melvin's ruffled appearance.
"You look like you've had fun."
Melvin didn't reply, just followed him out of the door.
"Aren't you going to thank me?"
"Mm. Thank you, Bakura."
"You had better shower, you smell like… I don't know, but Mai will be suspicious."
Melvin sniffed at his skin and smelled some sort of spicy fragrance that he could only identify as Yami.
"I suppose," Melvin said, burying the unexpected pang in his chest. He didn't want to wash away the wonderful memories of that night with the dancer.
I'll come back. Ra help me, I'll come back.
