Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, I'm just borrowing the characters for my own twisted enjoyment. : looks around at all the characters with pitchforks: I'll return them after... um... I'm done... er... help?

Rishid was somewhat sulky as he stalked into Marik's plush condominium. He'd been well entrenched in his apartment, enjoying his brood-fest, when Malik had called. So, because he loved his little brother, he got up and went over there.

Malik was sprawled over Marik and the couch. The ex-gang leader smirked at Rishid as he came in. "Well, well... Good to see you, Rishid."

Something about Marik's voice reminded Rishid of metal grating against metal. "Marik. Malik. What's so important?"

"The Dragon's leader was spotted at this club, along with his sister and his Second." Marik handed his a post-it note with a name and an address on it. "Kill them all. Or whatever Dragons are left at the club."

Rishid raised an eyebrow. "Kill the leader of the Blank Dragons. If you wanted me dead, Marik, you could have shot me yourself..."

Marik's eyes glinted cruelly for an instant. "Now, now, Rishid, why would I want you dead...?"

"I have a fair list of reasons..." Rishid began.

"Rishid! Marik, that is enough..." Malik's authoritative voice cut into their argument. His lavender eyes sparked with anger. "Enough."

Rishid, bowed his head slightly. "As you wish, brother."

Marik's eyes lowered slightly as well. "Of course, my love."

Malik's nostrils flared some. "We're never going to defeat the Dragons with this internal bickering. You both know that. Now shut up and listen to me. Rishid, I decided that you should go in and try to kill Jounouchi Katsuya. It was my choice. Not Marik's. You're the best hitman we have, brother, and you know it was well as I. If anyone could take down Jounouchi, you could."

Rishid felt a faint stirring of pride within him. See, Marik? Malik knows where his trust should lie... "Of course, brother." He bowed and knelt before him. "I shall not disappoint."

"You never do, Rishid." Malik placed one hand on his head, then placed it on his shoulder, urging him up. "Go, and do not disappoint me."

Rishid bowed again. "Never, Master Malik." He turned and headed out, stopping by his apartment to get dressed properly for the hit.

Marik politely waited until he was gone to burst into laughter. "You certainly have him on a leash, my pet." He nipped Malik's ear lightly.

Malik elbowed him lightly. "Shut up, Rishid is very loyal, and a good man..."

Marik snorted and wrapped his arms around him. "He thinks he is in love with you. I recognize the signs. If he tries anything, I will kill him outright."

"You're imagining things..." Malik shook his head and kissed his lover gently. "Relax. Rishid is my brother, and my Second... He'll do the job properly."

"Of course." Marik purred and slipped his hands up under Malik's shirt. By dying this time and staying dead. Malik is mine, Rishid... He belongs to me and me alone... If you ever so much as think of taking him, you will die before you knew what hit you... But that hardly matters... You, take down the leader of the Black Dragons? Hardly. Dear brother, it was so nice to know you... I'm certain Malik will perform a flawless eulogy at your funeral.

The thought made a deep chuckle rise in his chest. Malik twisted in his arms to look at him. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," Marik lied smoothly. "Just what I'm planning to do to you tonight..."

Malik shivered at the low, sexy purring tone of his voice. "Mmm, all right..."

Marik smirked. The blind leading the blind... Without further ado, he scooped his lover into his arms and carried him off to bed.

The Hunters on guard duty outside, thankfully, had been told to ignore the screaming from the bedroom.

Rishid stalked into the Dragon's Lair Club. Subtle. So very. He looked around, somewhat surprised at the lack of guards. If the leader of the Black Dragons was here, where the hell was his entourage? The place should have been crawling with guards... He should have had to kill five or six people already! He hadn't even drawn a gun yet...

He'd seen pictures of Jounouchi Katsuya, his Second, and his sister... He didn't see any of them. His cool, professional gaze swept the club, searching for a mop of blonde hair, or a spike of brown. Nothing.

Damn. I'm too late... Heyla... What have we here...

There. On the dance floor. Jounouchi's little sister. No mistaking that hair color. From what his spies had said, she and the Dragons' Second were fuckbuddies... So where was he?

So she slipped away from him... Or left him... Or he left her...

He chose a booth (unknowingly the same Jounouchi had used not half an hour before) and watched her dance. Plan of action... Hn...

The best choice would to get close to her, to lead her away from the crowd, to shoot her some place away from witnesses. The club was dark, with flashing lights, it would be nearly impossible to tell who he really was... The only person who would have gotten a good look at him would be dead.

He could even act as if he was seducing her, perhaps. Work off some of his energy that way. She is pretty. He hummed faintly, leaning back in his seat. He was not gay, as some of the men under his command had called him mockingly and in much less flattering terms, just before he'd put them in ICU for a few days. He considered himself pansexual. Love was love, to him, no matter what.

Not that he loved her. Of course not. She was a rival to him, nothing more. A target. Soon-to-be-ex target.

Slowly he stood up and headed down to the dance floor. Dance, seduce, and shoot. Won't be the first time.

Serenity was finally starting to enjoy herself. It was never any fun to dance with her brother or her so-called boyfriend watching. They ruined her fun. And Tristan, bless his heart, couldn't dance to save his life. He looked like a monkey whenever he tried.

As of right now, no one was even dancing with her. Aw, c'mon, boys, have I lost my touch? She tossed her hair a bit and swayed a bit more provocatively to the music.

Suddenly arms went around her waist and turned her around, pulling her up against a firm, hard body. Oo, this is new... She looked up to see who it was.

No one she knew, that was for sure... He was tall, dark-skinned and had some sort of tattoo or scar on his face. For a moment, she thought he was bald until he swayed a bit and a long ponytail came into view. Ooh, exotic His clothing was black on black on black, leather pants, a tight black t-shirt and a black leather jacket. Simple, but sexy. Especially on him.

Hmm... and since Tristan took off, I'm fair game, I suppose...

"Hello," he finally spoke, and his voice was deep and rich.

"Hey," she purred back with a wink. I like this guy... This'll be fun! "You wanna dance?"

"In what way?" The man raised an eyebrow.

Oh, yeah... I really like this guy... "In every way," she purred and wrapped her arms around him.

"I think I can handle that..." He murmured in her ear, hands dropping to her hips and dragging her up against him.

"Mm, are you sure? I'm quite the handful..." She pressed further against him, rocking slowly.

"I'd noticed," he said, sounding somewhat amused. His hands trailed over her back slowly. "I'm fairly sure I can handle you... I'm tougher than I look..."

"Oh, I hope so... Really I do..." She purred and settled into a steady rhythm with him. This is going to be more fun than I've had in so long...

This is going to be ridiculously easy. Rishid mentally snorted. The girl was practically a cat in heat, writhing against him and purring all over him. She was never going to know what hit her. It would probably be a blessing to her brother that she was dead... It would save him a good deal of worry.

However, she did know what she was doing. He was already starting to respond to her wanton advances, but he'd have had to be a eunuch not to. She was very pretty, and her hair smelled very good and damn he was starting to lose himself!

He struggled to focus, to remember where he was and, more importantly, why he was here. He had to kill this girl. He could not get involved. That was imperative.

Let's get this over with.

He pulled back from her, and with very little acting, looked properly smitten with lust. "Let's get out of here..." he rasped.

Serenity grinned faintly. Like putty in my hands... "Sure..." She took his hand and lead him out quickly.

Rishid was immediately aware of three men following them both. Hn. Figures. This wasn't going to be quite as easy as he thought. But it was still going to be easy. A respectable distance away, he "snapped" and pinned her against the wall. "You're a little tease, aren't you?" He kept his voice hungry and low, again, with little acting.

Serenity giggled softly and slid her arms around his neck. "Mm, yep, I know it..."

Rishid paused for a moment. "I don't even know your name..."

"Serenity." She slipped a leg between his and rubbed teasingly. "Is it that important?"

Rishid gasped and shifted so his arms caged her against the brink wall. Damn.. oh, damn, she is good at this... "Just... wanted to know what I should say when I come..." He kept his voice low, but he knew the men were creeping up on him, knew that they would be thinking of a free show with some stranger and their boss's sister. Idiots. You've signed your death warrants...

"Mm, that's a good idea..." She chuckled richly and trailed a hand through his ponytail. "What's your name?"

He paused, then gave it. "Rishid." He murmured, and did the stupidest thing he had ever done. He leaned down and smashed his lips to hers. She responded instantly, opening her mouth and letting him dominate it.

Serenity was enjoying this. He was so different from Tristan... it was great! He was so much more demanding, so much hungrier... It was exactly what she needed. He tasted exotic, unlike anything she'd even had before. She wasn't even realizing his hands were moving, until she heard the unmistakable sound of a gun with a silencer on it. She went completely rigid, fearing for a moment that he had shot her... Then the gun was placed against her head, and the man pulled back, and his green-gold eyes were cold. "R-Rishid?"

"Hello." His lips pulled back into a humorless smile, revealing sharp white teeth. "I am the Dragonslayer."

He had killed the three guards before they had even known he had a gun, then placed the gun to the girl's head. Her eyes were huge in fear and shock, dominating her entire face. Her expression was clear- Oh, shit. "You are stupid, ne?"

"Let me go! I never did anything to you!" Serenity became desperate. "And I'm not stupid!"

"Leaving a club, that you know gang members frequent, with a completely strange man. I call that stupid. Especially when he is from the rival gang, and he is going to kill you." Rishid smirked.

She swallowed and closed her eyes. "Please... please don't kill me... I'll do anything... just... please... don't..."

He narrowed his eyes, and his finger settled on the trigger. Just shoot her. Just do it. Forget about what she tasted like, forget about how she feels pinned beneath you and just shoot her...

Serenity slowly opened one eye and saw the expression on his face. He looked as if he was at war with himself. Slowly, she brought up one hand and put it on the hand that held the gun. "Please..." I swear, God, if I live, I'll straighten out... one guy, for the rest of my life, I swear...

Rishid jerked at her touch, then took a slowly shaky breath. For an instant, his finger tightened on the trigger, but he already knew he couldn't kill her. He slowly lowered the gun. "This never happened. You were never here. You never saw me and you don't know who I am. Understood?"

Serenity blinked rapidly, then nodded just as rapidly. "Yes, sir!" She relaxed slowly as he pulled away and replaced the gun inside his jacket. "Thank you..." she whispered.

Rishid ground his teeth and turned on his heel, vanishing into the shadows. Why are you leaving her... She's going to tell... She has to tell... Then if you don't get killed on a job, then Malik or, more likely, Marik will kill you...

Serenity blinked as he vanished and sighed. One hand went to her lips and she actually blushed.

"You are stupid, ne?"

Yeah... yeah, I think I am...

Seto Kaiba had very few things in life to look forward to. Evenings and nights spent with his lover were very, very high on the list.

Jou was special to him. He seemed to always understand what the CEO was going through, and he always seemed to have answers to his problems. Not only that, but he was great in bed.

He was the only person Seto would let touch him like this... He was helping to heal the scars inflicted by his abusive adoptive father. It was a relief, and something that he doubted he could ever share with anyone else.

Not that he wanted to. Jou was prefect, in every way. Perfect body, perfect looks, perfect attitude... Sure, they clashed, and often... but make-up sex was fun, and Seto made damn sure never to go to bed angry at his lover. It was one thing that Mokuba had warned him to do, and he had agreed.

He loved his little brother dearly, and was glad that Jou seemed to love him as well. It took a load off of his mind, especially that Mokuba was calling him "Jou-niichan" now.

Beside him, his lover finally stirred and opened chocolate-amber eyes. "Mm, hey..." Jou yawned. "How long was I out?"

"A couple hours," Seto brushed hair from his eyes. "You needed it. You looked exhausted..."

Jou chuckled and kissed him gently. "Mm, well, you wear me out, koi..."

Seto laughed softly as well and kissed him back. "Good, then you won't sneak out on me tonight..."

"Nope, tonight I can stay... Dad spent the rent money on beer again, so he'll be comatose for about a week this time..." He sighed heavily, slipping into his act with ease.

Seto looked at him in concern. "He spent the rent money again? I'm sorry... I'll write you a check tomorrow, is that ok?"

Jackpot... "You don' gotta, Seto..." He poured reluctance into his voice. "I can't depend on ya forever..."

"Nonsense." Seto waved a hand. "It's pocket money to me. I'll have a check for you tomorrow morning... Besides, I'd like to have you depend on me forever..." He smiled slightly at him.

Jou smiled back. This is always too damn easy... I almost feel bad about it... He's usually so paranoid... One pretty face ruins it for all. I'm your Delilah, Samson. And you don't even realize I'm shavin' your head... "Thanks, koi."

"No problem. But that's for tomorrow... For tonight..." Seto slipped an arm around Jou's waist and tugged him closer. "Round two?"

Jou chuckled and kissed him slowly. "Mm, of course..."

All in all, this was a good life he had.

A/N: Behold, Bastard!Jou! Muahahahaha: shifty eyes: Hee. And I don't care if people seem OOC... It's an alternate universe. And I like it this way. X3 Review? Please? It brings me joy... And if you flame me, I'll just post it on my LJ so all meh friends can laugh at it. : snickers;:

leaf zelindor: Dear Lord, if you're that desperate, come and look at my computer some time... It's not like you don't know where it is... : snickers:

Seto: sulking:

Marik: Purrs:

Rishid: ...

nicole-purple: Gah! Enough with the damn pizza already! : calls Dominos' and lets you loose on the poor pizza guy: And don't worry, you know me. : grins evilly:

Panda Doru: The Geek God: Oh, trust me... one thing you'll learn about me is that I never have a really sad ending... Unless I'm really depressed, and then I always warn my readers. XD It'll get bad... but then it'll get better... Or will it? o.O