Hello! So sorry for not updateing! This is chapter three of this fic, the lemon in chapter two was far to grafic to post here, so if any of you want to read it, e-mail me, my addy's in my bio, I'll send you the chapter as soon as I get your mail.

Now for the replies!

Joey-Lover: You likeies? Yay! Here's the update - eventually

Dark Magicin Girl / Hikaru: Me to! I love the night club sceans, but I didn't think I was that good at writeing them, this is about my limit.

Kotori-chan: Update is finally here! Thanks for reviewing!


When Malik awoke, the first things that hit him were the various pains and aches that currently consumed his body. He groaned and flopped back on the bed again, only to find he was no longer on the plush bed of the nightclub, but a thin, saggy sofa somewhere.

"So you're finally awake. I was beginning to think you'd sleep all day. Ishizo called earlier, she wanted to know what you'd been doing last night, I had to tell her the truth, you know you can't lie to her."

"Oh what?" he groaned incoherently, turning his fuzzed vision on the figure beside him, finally deciphering it as Yugi.

"Where am I?" Malik muttered, deciding to ignore his pending murder for the time being.

"You're in a flat near the club you were all at last night. The owner said it was for you, the keys are on a coat hook by the door. He said to call him when you woke up." Yugi explained tossing the phone onto the sofa next to a very confused Marik.

"Call him? I don't know the number."

"Auto-dial number 1." Yugi muttered, putting on his coat and shoes.

"And don't expect me to be looking after you again; Ishizo should be round here soon."

"Wonderful. Thanks Yugi." Malik murmured pressing the auto-dial and waiting for Marik to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, is Marik there?"

"You're speaking to him, who's this?"

"Malik. I was told you wanted me to call."

"Yeah, just making sure you were awake and ok, you were completely zonked last night, I don't like it when people I know get hurt too bad because of me."

"I'm ok, just the usual aches, I'll be better when I've had some coffee and painkillers. What did you do to me last night?"

"What you seemed to enjoy a lot at the time." Marik said with a light laugh.

"To tell you the truth I've been through worse, and I loved what you did. I ache all over, fine, but at least I can walk without too much pain, surprisingly."

"Well, I've had a call from an old acquaintance of mine. Have you ever heard of Maxamillion Pegasus?"

"I do duel you know! Of course I know him! Who doesn't?!"

"Well, like I said, he's an old friend, and wanted to know if I could, provide someone for him. I told him I'd found someone earlier, and he said that was fine. He's paying a large price for you."

"Me?!"

"Yes. You did know what you were saying last night didn't you?"

"Yeah, I was just a bit surprised the creator of duel monsters..."

"Hired love-slaves? Liked boys? What?"

"It doesn't matter. My sister's going to be here soon, so I need to get ready, she's gonna most likely kick me out, if she doesn't kill me first."

"Well, you'd better be ok for tonight! And the flat's yours, so no need to worry about being kicked out."

"Ok, well, I guess that knock is her, I'll see you tonight."

"No you won't. I'm scouting tonight; you'll be with Pegasus anyway. Now I'll let you go. Good bye and good luck, you're gonna need it."

Malik frowned at the phone as he went to answer the door. What on earth did Marik mean, he was gonna need good luck? What was this guy like? Malik had never met the creator of duel monsters before, but he had heard some of what he was like. Then he remembered something. It hit him like a bolt of lightening, the newspaper article as clear in his mind as if he'd read it seconds ago.

Now panicking, Malik quickly dialed Marik's number again, his face white as the answer machine picked up.

"I am so dead." Malik muttered as he opened the door.

"Too right you are! Malik Ishtar! It is bad enough you go off with any old person every time you go out, but getting yourself scouted by a prostitute trader?!"

"He's not a trader." Malik muttered, remembering the little mark on the base of his spine,

"Oh? Then whet is he?"

"He's the new manager of that club. He was looking for dancers and love-slaves."

"So he doesn't sell off those he gets his hands on! It doesn't mean he doesn't buy them in! And I can't believe you slept with him! Yes Malik, I know all about that."

"Look, sister, I'm gonna be dead tonight anyway." Malik muttered, plopping down in a seat and resting his head in his hands,

"I know you are! I might have finished with you by then! I never thought you would disgrace the Tomb Keepers like this!"

"No, I've got my first customer, Pegasus."

Ishizo froze. It was her, Malik remembered, that had shown him the article, it was her who had written it!

"You had better be joking Malik." She muttered; her eyes fixed on her brother, looking at him as though she could read his soul. Malik shook his head.

"I just tried to call Marik back and ask why me, but he's got his answer machine on."

"I'm going to go and talk to him. Take me to that club Malik; I'm going to have a word with him."

Malik frowned, one minute she wanted to kill him, the next she was genuinely worried about him.

"I will not let that freak near you Malik."

"Have fun keeping him away, you'll have Marik against you to." Malik muttered, his tone empty of all emotion as he looked up to his sister, a single, crystalline tear slipping down his face. He didn't bother wiping it away. He knew he wouldn't survive the night, so it didn't matter what people thought of him.

"I'm still going to try. You may be an insensitive, brainless idiot, but you're still my brother."

Those words touched Malik deeply, a small spark of hope igniting deep down inside of him. It was then there was a sharp bang on the door, and Malik dragged himself up to answer it, giving Ishizo a small, grateful smile.

"Marik?!" The Egyptian exclaimed as he laid eyes on the person before him. Hastily wiping his eyes he frowned.

"What on earth are you doing here?!"

"I felt a bit bad about this whole Pegasus thing. I know what he can be like, and it didn't feel right not warning you."

"I know what he's done. My sister wrote the article about him."

"Oh, well, I can't refuse him now, it's all booked. Malik, if you really don't want to take him as a customer, I can more than understand, and, if you like, I could cover for you tonight, just this once, under the circumstances. You see, I know, from experience what he can do. I took him as a customer a few years back, about a month before that article was written."

Malik stared. He couldn't believe that, if Marik knew, if he was telling the truth, he would do that for him, but why would he lie?

"Are you on something Marik?!" Malik exclaimed, feeling the other's forehead and looking into his eyes.

"No, I just don't want you too messed up. Like I said before, I don't like it if my slaves are hurt too badly when I could have prevented it, not unless they want it."

"Malik! Think this through before you answer!" Ishizo suddenly shouted, taking Malik in a tight hug,

"Think what he's capable of; just accept the offer while it's there! Please!"

Malik frowned, and then shook his head. He'd forgotten there for a second that his sister could see the future.

"The fact that he's offered shows he cares, and I don't want someone else hurt on my account. Anyway, I've been training, if he tries anything I'll just send his sorry ass to the Shadow Realm!"

"Malik! Please!"

"No. It doesn't matter Marik, I'll deal with Pegasus tonight, just don't ask me again, ok!" Malik laughed lightly as he finished speaking, holding out his hand for Marik to shake, then pulling him into a quick hug.

"Take these then. They might make it bearable. And there are painkillers and a first aid kit in the bathroom cupboard. He'll be coming here at 11:00pm and staying for the whole night. He'll be leaving about 6:00am from what I know. Ok?"

"Yeah. Thanks."

"I'll drop by in the morning."

"Thanks, bye!"

Marik waved slightly before he shut the door, looking at the little package in his hand.

"Aphrodisiacs?" (A/N: I know nothing about drugs, but I think aphrodisiacs can be in drug form. If I'm wrong can someone please tell me in their review?) Malik murmured in confusion, looking at the package in confusion.

"I give up on you Malik, but if you start taking drugs, you can forget being an Ishtar."

"Don't worry. I'm not going to." Malik muttered as he dumped them in the bin. But he knew he would regret it later.