"Fuck!" Yugi drug out the word as he ran into the bar and slammed the door shut. A gust of cold wind cut short from following him further in.
Bakura and Marik felt their breath hitch as they watched Yugi shake the snow from his jacket.
It wasn't just them- the entire bar had eyes on him. If this had been one of those cheap romance anime's there would have been sparkles. He just had a way about him. He could make everything ordinary seem extraordinary. It never seemed to get old. In the past couple months the regulars had come to fancy him, it didn't matter if he was in front or behind the bar. He may not of owned the place, but you'd of thought he did. He had an air of confidence. He'd chat up just about anyone, strike up a dance anywhere. Occasionally, you'd almost think he was flirting with the other entertainers. They didn't complain. Matter of fact, they welcomed it. With little things here and there he had helped increase over all revenue for the bar. Despite that he had teased them all into keeping this place to themselves- into keeping it as one of the best kept secrets.
Yugi dropped his coat onto the hook. The look he wore tonight was a bit different from usual. He had one that said I'm here to drown out a memory. Despite that, he smiled as if nothing was amiss. Which, nothing was unless you knew him.
Bakura sat a beer on the counter. He glanced at Marik and briefly he knew they both had the thought that maybe tonight was the night- the one where they might get him to drink more than one or two beers.
"But that would be ruthless," Marik whispered guiltily. As much as he wanted to know all of Yugi's secrets, even the darkest, he didn't think this was the night for it. Something was troubling him. It was their job to be there for Yugi not destroy him. He was sure all these feelings were conveyed back to Bakura.
Yugi fluffed his hair as he sat down at the bar. "Thanks." Normally he'd of added some kinda flirt or flare to it, but he didn't have it in him. Tonight he almost looked like an average man, and took the beer like one. No mater how fond he was of those to, and how attached he'd become he couldn't look them in the eyes. He was and wasn't a fan of this time of year.
"Yah alright?" Marik asked leaning onto the bar top. He'd heard more than his fair share of sob stories- even a few horror stories as well. It came with the territory of being a bar tender- you were the obligatory therapist for the night.
Bakura leaned himself on the bar next to Marik. They hadn't gotten that busy yet, and everyone had been tended to so they could afford a few minutes.
What was he to say? Nothing at all. Where was he to start? Certainly not at the beginning, and no where in between. Kaiba was his secret, just as he was Kaiba's. The only keeper of their secret was Yami. "More than alright." He gritted his teeth, and didn't care if they noticed.
Bakura playfully ran his fingers through Yugi's hair, and caressed his face in an enduring sort of way.
"My heart broke years ago," Yugi finished the beer and pushed the bottle forward. "What ever this is… I wish I knew…." He rarely finished a beer and certainly never this quick. The alcohol was washing through him quickly, and impairing him. He grabbed the glass of water Marik had sat on the counter.
Bakura and Marik exchanged a glance.
"You two know what you are." Yugi waved a hand for dramatic purposes of show and tell. "For the sake of Marik existing you are tethered together. Because of that sacrifice… Malik is free… no marks, no judgement… no hatred. It's as if you guarded the secrets of the Pharaoh, not him." He was prattling on, uncaring if he made sense or not. There was a point to this. It would be lost to them because he couldn't say it out loud. He couldn't scream it at the top of his lungs that his sacrifice was that he was Kaiba's private fuck toy. Yami got to be the eye candy, the arm charm. Time had twisted and corrupted his sense of right, and now he fucking loved the role he played. Once upon a time he desired the opposite- even loved Kaiba when he was Seto to him. Yami uttered that name now. Yami didn't deserve to- he couldn't even get Kaiba off.
Bakura and Marik watched as Yugi rubbed his temples. He was obviously in thought. Perhaps in some sort of inner turmoil. What were they to ask? It seemed nothing at all because here it was all tumbling out of him on its own accord. The only problem was that it was coming out in riddles.
Yugi looked around to see if anyone was sitting next to him. Thankfully no one. He'd had some sense to come on a slow night. He raised a hand for another bottle. Fuck it all to seven hells. He deserved one night. At least that's what he told himself.
Bakura and Marik again glanced at one another and shrugged their shoulders. Who were they to deny a patron. At least he'd had a glass of water. They felt an inclining of guilt, but at least this wasn't their doing.
"I've never had cum in my ass…" Yugi said as if it was an accomplishment.
"You're amazingly good at putting on con-"
Yugi cut Marik off, "plenty in my mouth… on my face… everywhere else," he took a big gulp of the beer.
Bakuras eyes went wide. He wasn't expecting to hear any of this coming from Yugi. Normally he was more couth about things. He silently thanked Rah he wasn't shouting this from the rafters. Although, he was sure somehow in someway they could turn this into a comical situation.
"Four guys… that's it…" Yugi paused to finally look at them both. "And you two are the first to suck my-"
"Nuts," Bakura said pushing the bowl toward him. When they had talked of getting him drunk it was with the intentions of doing it in their home, in private.
"I've never stuck my-"
Marik cleared his throat, "lollipop." He put his head in his hand as he held up a lollipop from a dish down the way. They kept it there for the entertainers to use for suggestive purposes.
Yugi wasn't sure if they were trying to be funny or lighten the mood. Which ever, it didn't mater because he didn't care. It wasn't going to work. Fuck it. He'd let as much out as he could. Chances are he wouldn't remember it in the morning. What he did remember, he could deny. "Until you two I'd never fell asleep next to anyone… Never been kissed."
Bakura glanced at Marik. They knew Yugi was submissive. But, damn- this was near shameful. Where did one even begin to process all this. If this had anything to do with Kaiba it all made sense… well enough anyways.
Yugi finished the second beer. He ran his fingers through his hair. Why was he here? In a fuzzy haze he remembered why. He wanted to forget for one night that he fucking loved that Kaiba had a hold on him because he could give him something no one else could. He was reminded of that tonight more than any other night- Kaiba had showed up to drop off a check. It was this way every fucking year since it first happened. He said it was for yearly expenses- he couldn't exactly write a check for tattered clothes, and busted furniture.
Marik offered Yugi another glass of water.
"Do me a favor and fuck me hard tonight!" Yugi gulped down the water. Abruptly he stood up sending the bar stool clattering to the ground. Fuck it all to hell. He was sure he'd pay for it tomorrow- the hang over, the questions, and if he missed a phone call. He shoved all that out of mind and walked toward the stage. He whispered a few words to who was currently dancing. Provocatively he lost his shirt, shoes, and socks. They were grinding against one another like they'd be running for the bedroom in ten minutes. Instead before any one could register what was going on Yugi was occupying the adjacent pole- taking it as his partner.
"Think he'll regret it come morning?" Marik asked.
"Will we?" Bakura countered.
Yugi was in sync with that first dancer and everyone after. He held nothing back- curving, swinging, and dipping. He was literally sex on a stick. On occasion he'd grind against another entertainer for sake of making the show that much hotter. Fuck! It had been a while since Kaiba had thrown a party. He wasn't going to get fucked in front of a crowd. But right now he was drunk and intoxicated in the moment. He had missed the attention! It enticed him!
Bakura gritted his teeth as Kaiba's name lit up the screen of Yugi's phone for the fourth time. "I don't know who to fucking hate more… Kaiba or Yami," he spat out the word as if they were venom.
"We know what Yami's done but not Kaiba." He picked up Yugi's discarded articles of clothing and took the phone from Bakura. He glanced over at Yugi who was passed out in a booth, and sighed. He'd danced himself past the pain he felt and into exhaustion.
"We know what Yami did to us," Bakura pursed his lips. He scooped up Yugi up who was no more than dead weight now. He wished that he would just open up to them, even if just a little.
"He did it at the behests of my host," Marik snarled. "Yami himself…" he clenched his fists.
"Don't make me beat your fucking ass… not tonight," Bakura glared at him. The night had already been long with keeping up with Yugi. Marik had helped, but Yugi had been wild.
No mater how much they fought to suppress and quell the rage within Malik it couldn't be done- it always resurfaced. It was why Marik had to literally be torn from Malik. Who better person to tether him to than Bakura. Because you know one tormented soul could handle another, that was the theory.
Bakura himself was made to be here because of Yami. One couldn't exist without the other. Balance or some such crap like that.
Marik shook his head and forced himself not to scream. He dropped what he was holding onto a near by table and held his head. He remembered how at first it hadn't been fine for them. They had nearly destroyed one another with the arguments and the fist fights. But, somewhere in all the torment they had found some semblance of normal… normal became laughter. Laughter became flitters. Flitters became love. Love became their reason to exist. That's what made them human. Made them normal. "We did it for us. We can do it for him."
"He's got to want it," Bakura grunted. Yugi was getting heavier with each step he took. "Now open the fucking door before I drop him."
Marik nodded his head.
Yugi groaned as he rolled over. He rubbed his eyes, and blinked. He had to will everything into focus. He was half remembering last night. The part he remembered most was all the dancing, and grinding. He moaned. Did that have to be what he remembered. His pants were becoming impossibly tight. He glanced over and saw that Marik and Bakura were naked and passed out. As much as he wanted to prep himself and ride cock while he sucked the other off, he needed to find his phone.
Yugi felt his back pocket… of course it wouldn't be there. Who would want to be grinding up against someone's junk and cell phone. Next logical place, bedside table. He glanced over. Fuck! It wasn't there either. He rubbed his forehead. That left the entire rest of the house and the bar downstairs.
He remembered Kaiba had a meeting. If only he knew what time it was. What if he missed a call? What if he'd already missed a call. He groaned. The last time that happened he was relentless. He was almost positive he was already in trouble so what was another hour or two or three. Would Kaiba notice he was loose. He could always say he'd prepped in anticipation.
Yugi rarely woke up this wound up. He needed relief. In a frenzy he unfastened and unzipped his jeans. It didn't take much to kick them off. Neither Bakura or Marik stirred, they were heavy sleepers. Despite that it wouldn't take much to wake them up to a good morning fuck.
Yugi had shown them both a side this morning they hadn't seen- a needy side. While hot you couldn't help but wonder if everything was indeed alright. "You know Yugi if you want to talk about it… we won't judge you," Marik cooed as he draped his shoulders. Who were they to judge? Their ambitions had led them down some dark twisted paths- revenge was a messy thing.
Yugi looked Marik in the eyes. Was this why yesterday had been so especially hard on him? He had wanted Bakura and Marik, and he had gotten them. What he wanted, he didn't know. He didn't think anyone involved knew, this was after all a 'test drive'. It came with some damn good benefits. Had it silently became more? Because somewhere along the way they'd started to hold him like they didn't want to let go. It was a different kind of possessive from Kaiba. He was torn. He wish he knew what was going on with him, them, and us. Because what ever it was, if it was something it was going to get him in trouble. Being with these two made him realize how lonely he was- how empty life was. But that didn't mater because even if he hates it, he needed Kaiba and the attention he could give him.
As Yugi leaned backward, he wrapped his arms around Marik's neck. He tipped his head back, and silenced him with a simple kiss.
Bakura dropped the discarded clothes and phone on the bed. "If it's another round you're wanting…"
"I would very much like to, but…" he leaned forward to check his phone. He did his best to not pale when he saw that Kaiba had called several times throughout the night. He knew he'd of canceled his meeting first thing. That he'd be waiting for him. He wasn't a patient or forgiving person. "I have some clients lined up today." He hoped that came out legit as possible.
Marik glanced over to Bakura. They had both seen that Kaiba had called. It had taken everything in them to not pick up and interrogate him- to tell him to fuck off, and leave Yugi the fuck alone.
"Wish you could stay a little longer." Marik wrapped his arms around Yugi. "At least take a shower with us. He buried his face in the crook of his neck, and nuzzled him. He wasn't much of a person for after fuck nonsense. However, after last night he figured Yugi could use some of this bullshit.
Yugi bit his bottom lip. Years ago he wanted to be held like this. Now, it felt foreign, wrong. He couldn't learn these two like he could Kaiba. They were sporadic and unpredictable. It got under his skin. He loved it and hated it. He took pride in knowing people, in being able to please them.
"I can do a shower." Yugi unsure of how to reciprocate slid from the bed.
Marik looked up at Bakura. Neither seemed bothered that Yugi couldn't stay. It was obvious none of this had been planned. What was unsettling was that they could feel Yugi's pain. They knew it all to well.
From there everything was a blur. Yugi had hurried to shower, and make breakfast for them before rushing out the door. Something was different about him. They wouldn't get an explanation from him. That's just how he was.
Yugi didn't bother concocting some story on the way here. He knew from experience there was no amount of rehearsing that could save him. A poker face wasn't going to help even the best lie. Kaiba could see through them all. It was intimidating at times- honesty was the best policy. For further confirmation of any story he could give he could check his location via the tracker on his anklet and his phone records. Kaiba had wound himself so intricately into his life it would be almost impossible to remove him entirely if ever it came to that. He took a breath and held it. When he was sure of himself he let himself into his place.
He tensed when he wasn't met with being knocked into a wall. As he sauntered down the hall he did his best to recompose himself. He found himself biting his lip when he glanced into the kitchen and found it empty. His confidence was taking a nosedive. He couldn't lie to himself- he was bordering on panic. He knew Kaiba- and this wasn't him.
A familiar figure sat in one of the chairs in front of the pole. It was unmistakable. The stature, the posture- it was all unmistakable. His hands were folded, leg crossed just so. His free foot tapping impatiently. His jaw was taut. He knew this was caused by his teeth being clenched in anger. The foot tapping and jaw clenched were actions that Mr. Perfect couldn't control.
Kaiba motioned toward the pole.
Yugi knew better than to match his eye or speak- he didn't even nod his head. This was maddening not understanding Kaiba. Any other time he would have been all over him and pounding him until next week and expecting him to walk straight with a smile afterward. He was expected to take it because it was known that he could. In all honesty it's what he wanted. He wanted all of Kaiba's anger. He was most passionate then. He took a moment to kick off his shoes and socks, undo his pants and shirt. He shrugged his body and let his clothes hang loosely. With prowess he sashayed toward the pole.
By the time he was hooking his leg around the pole he'd already walked out of his pants. He looked like a lover who had stayed the night and had slept in a shirt to big. Despite it being unbuttoned it helped leave some things to the imagination. He spun slowly down to the base. He shimmed to the top of the pole, after wrapping his legs he leaned back so his fingers could almost touch the base. The shirt slid from his frame onto the floor into a puddle. After grabbing the pole with his hands he brought his legs forward. He was making sure that he flexed every muscle, and showed him every inch. He continued from there to dance languidly, occasionally splaying out to show his cock or thrusting out his ass. When he heard him stand, he stood. He faced the pole ever so careful to not catch his gaze. He stretched his arms above his head, and spread his legs just so.
Yugi only knew Kaiba left by his retreating foot steps, the rustle of coat, and the following up of the door closing. He knew now, he was here for a power trip, a mind fuck. The next time he showed up he'd be twice as ruthless. He didn't need a verbal scolding to know he had fucked up, and that he was in trouble. He slid onto the floor, and leaned against the pole.
Marik watched as Yugi mindlessly ate a piece of sashimi. He cooked for them plenty and when he wasn't up to it treated them to all sorts of 'fancy' places- he refused to eat dine and dash. Since that night at the bar about a week ago both himself and Bakura had noticed that he wasn't quite himself. He was just as flirty and bubbly, but edgier and more nervous. You could tell he was trying to hide it or at least down play it. But they'd come to know him. He glanced over at Bakura and briefly frowned.
Bakura gave Marik a quick wicked smirk. "Hey Yugi, how about after lunch you stick that cock of yours up my ass." They hadn't broached the subject since that night, but what the hell- now was as good time as any. He had absolutely no couth, and was all about shock value. "I'd normally make you fight for it, but we can teach you that later…"
Yugi choked mid swallow. There was no learning the depths of Bakura's depravity and the way it fell so easily from his lips and the way he acted on it. He loved it because more often than not it lead to him being forced into some erotic act. "That's not my kinda thing." He stuttered. Honestly he didn't even know if it was. He was sure it wasn't. He was submissive and liked it rough. The orgasm was even better when he was fucked while others watched.
Bakura looked directly into Yugi's eyes. "I'm going to tie you up… Marik's going to ride you… I'm going to fuck you… you're going to take it and you're going to like it." He strung out every sentence, pausing in between for effect.
That got Yugi's attention. His breathing was erratic, and his heart was racing. There was a look of thrill in his eyes. He tore his gaze away from Bakura, and looked down. He found that he had grabbed the slack of his jeans and his knuckles were turning white.
Marik hadn't said a word. It had been something to watch as Bakura made an emotional mess of Yugi. It wasn't often that Yugi was caught off guard and rendered speechless. He grinned, "I'd of never thought you could get this turned on."
Yugi bit his lip. The only thing that could make this any better was to have an audience. He was brought back to some semblance of realty at that though. Kaiba gave him that. He just no longer tied him up- he was to submissive for that now. Before he could grit his teeth and give away the change in his mood he stuffed his mouth with food.
Bakura squeezed Marik's thigh.
"Nope. I'm finishing lunch first." Marik ate another bite of sushi. Your fault you couldn't wait to do that until we got home," he chuckled. With his free hand he subtly moved Bakura's hand.
Bakura licked his lips hungrily and squeezed. He hoped to rile him up, and that they could fool around just enough. They weren't ones to be overly discrete. "We're in a corner."
Yugi was sitting opposite from them but didn't need to be told or to see to know what they were doing. He put his head in his hands. "I told you don't get me arrested," he mumbled. This was a moment he wished he had money to throw around and could make the staff 'disappear', so they could fuck in the bathroom. He mentally cursed himself for wanting to be like Kaiba.
"I'm going to finish my lunch," Marik said through gritted teeth. He'd meant to show him he was very much interested- not that he needed to get the fuck off in the restaurant.
"Suit yourselves." Bakura to worked up to eat, watched them.