From the reviewer "luvanime4life":

"Holy Sh*t! Badass Yugi strikes again!

I love these collab oneshots, you don't see many writers doing this now. I would like to request something, if possible, I'm curious about Yami, Atem, and Yugi having a talk about the "Heba" incidents where he took control and well...did the deed with them. I know Yugi's piss at Heba (big time), but I wanna know if that's gonna affect their relationship. Can't wait to see more of your work!"

Well thank you very much, and I like your request. I'll happily do it for ya.

So warning, lemon.

14! - Date With A Serial Killer

One year and two months after Yami's revival from his coma.

"Y-Yami-kun? Atemu! I'm home!" A delicate voice called.

The door closed slowly, and the door knob vibrated erratically before being locked. He still couldn't hold things right. After he locked the front door, he limped his way over to the living room and placed his laptop bag on the cushions. He had to be careful, inside the bag were his smart devices and his precious PC. He then held up his hands to his lab jacket and unbuttoned his coat. His fingers were shaky as usual, so he struggled, but he could do it! He didn't need help.

After a minute of some fumbling, he finally got that thing off. He tossed it off of himself, which landed perfectly on top of his bag. He then wobbled to sit down on the couch, and attempt to take off his shoes. He had a bit of a tough time, but he managed to slip them off. He then picked them up in his trembling hands and limped to the front door to place them by it. That was maybe the one traditional thing they did at home, to take off their shoes. They didn't eat on the floors on mats like they were supposed to, no sliding doors, nothing. It was a very modernized house, as were a lot of houses in this neighborhood. He chuckled to himself. Elders would hate to live in a house like this, he assumed.

He limped himself to the staircase, and looked up with slight intimidation. He hated the stairs. At least, he hated walking up or down them by himself. But he had to do it. So with a sigh, he made the first move to step on the first one. Once he did, he heard a moan. Not from the house or the stairs, but from a room on the next floor. He closed his eyes and listened closely, his killer instincts kicking in. Another moan. He placed one hand on the railing, and one near the steps he was walking on just in case he needed to catch himself if he fell. Again.

As he continued upwards, the moaning got louder. He also heard some grunts. The moaning was from someone with a deep voice, and the grunting sounded similar. He started to smirk. He knew exactly what was going on. He finally made it all the way up the steps, now clearly hearing everything they were saying. He limped down the hallway to get to their bedroom, using the wall to help balance himself. As he got closer, he saw that the door wasn't even closed. They didn't care. Well, why would they? Who else would have access to the house?

He went near the door and looked through the open doorway. Well, well, what a sight.

Yami was on his knees, his hand knuckle deep in Atem's hair, pulling it. His hips moved back and forth, quickly and with no hesitation. He was being as rough as he could be. Atem was on all fours, his head low, gripping the sheets below him. His ass right on top of Yami's pelvis. Both stark naked of course. Doggy style, huh? Yami's favorite position. Seeing his arse slap against Yami was already getting him hot. They're tattoos were out and visible to the open, now moist from sweat. Yami looked like he was having a lot of fun, smirking and licking his lips as he destroyed the man beneath him. Yugi couldn't really tell what Atem's expression was since his head was down, but he could assume that it was very salacious. The words that he was yelling let him figure that out.

"Ahh! Ahh...Ahh..Fuck-!" He cried into the sheets. The bed was hitting the wall again. No doubt it left a mark. Yugi would have to check that later. He saw Yami draw his hips back and slam them right into his body. That made Atem's back arch and gasp loudly. "Oh fuck..!" He yelled. "Shit, Y-Yami-! Aaahh..!"

Damn! That was a beautiful expression. He should have activated the camera he had hidden in there!

"You call me? Hm?" He said that last part harshly before thrusting firmly. Atem nearly lost his mind from that. He could barely react in time.

"..!" His eyes almost rolled back. He breathlessly groaned Yami's name. "Y-Yami..."

"It's funny," Yami said between growls. "I fucked you yesterday with everything I had, and you're still so tight." Another thrust.

"Y-You talk so much fuckin' shit-Ahh!" He inhaled sharply. "But you were moaning my name the other fuckin' day like a whore in heat-AH!" He screamed that time. "You bastard..! Ahh shit!"

"I feel it, you're just about there. You ready?" He gave a slap to his butt, and then groped it. He then rocked his hips slower, decreasing the speed of their rhythm. Atem was already whining, he needed that aggressiveness back. He leaned closed, getting on top of him completely. He embraced him from behind and pressed his hips a little closer. Suddenly, he thrusted and didn't stop. The hand that was tightened into the locks of Atem's hair, was now on the back of his neck, pressing his face down into the pillows below. The harder and faster he moved, the more his face was smothered.

It was a good thing Atem was laying on the side of his face, otherwise he'd be suffocating. But the grip on his neck, was tight. The feeling of being choked, it turned him on so much. He loved that, he knew Yami knew that too. His other hand was locked firmly on his hip, keeping him in place so he wouldn't fall off from the force of their love making. The furniture near the bed shook off the walls, making things clatter and rattle. Yami was going so hard on him, they were both sure Atem would limp just as bad as Yugi after they were done.

Yami kept hissing and growling with each thrust, strengthening his power. Atem's moaning and curses were muffled from the pillow. His eyes were squeezed shut, and he kept trying to contain himself. Yami took his hand off of his waist, and lowered it to the front. His eyes turned...Huh? What color was that? It was a new one, but Yugi couldn't see it from this angle. Damn it, he really should have set up the camera. They had the home security thing, but there wasn't one in the bedroom. Then, with a loud gasp, Atem cried out loud into the pillow. Yami clenched his teeth as he felt himself release from inside.

He was pumping his member up and down, allowing him to spill out on the sheets below them. Atem's loud and lengthy moan cut itself off, almost painfully. His vocal cords couldn't even continue. He just saw him collapse, and didn't bother moving. Yami took himself out of his body, and took his hand from under him. He let go of his neck and sat behind him. He was panting, staring at Atem from behind. He was done. He definitely wouldn't walk straight after that. That was good, really good.

Then, his eyes changed into purple, and looked up at the door way to see Yugi peeking in with a smile. He saw him limp in and make a pout. "Ohh, n-no fair...I didn't set up my camera today."

"..What?" Yami rose a brow.

"To record you making love. I didn't s-set it up today. I knew I should have! Darn.."

"...You wanted to record us having sex?"

"Y-Yes!" He smiled warmly and wobbled to the bed. He sat down next to Yami and put his hand on his bare shoulder, before leaning against him. That 'cute' front he did was almost too obvious. He was a devious little imp. "I love recording you two, because it gives me something to watch when I need to feel good. Or put me to sleep."

Yami didn't know whether that was creepy, or hot. Either way, he was weirded the hell out. "..." He didn't say anything, he just squinted his eyes at his boyfriend. Then, an idea struck him. "You know that's basically porn, right? You didn't put us online, right?" He said roughly. If Yugi put them on the internet, he might just have to find a way to kill him.

"No!" Yugi shook his head. "Absolutely not!" He exclaimed. "I'd never commit infringement on your p-privacy! That's more than just illegal, and w-we could lose our jobs for that. Well, maybe not, but still!" He blushed and held up a finger to trace circles on Yami's naked chest. "I love you, I'd never do that. But sometimes I need help loving myself too, so I record us doing things s-sometimes."

"With hidden cameras?"

"...Maybe?" Yugi's eyes grew slightly larger, pulling the puppy dog look. Yami just sighed and looked away from him. He couldn't be mad at him. He just supposed that was the hacker side of him taking over his sex drive. Hackers liked to watch everything that was going on, right? Or maybe that was a stereotype...

"If you posted any videos," They both heard the Egyptian mumble while struggling to get up from the bed. With an exhausted groan, he sat up and held his head tiredly. He could barely get his threat out. "If..If you posted any videos of us, I swear to God, I will actually kill you."

"Nmm," Yugi put an innocent finger on his lip. "That threat was a bit w-weak, Atemu. Not as creative as usual, certainly not like you at all. Y-You must be really tired."

"Fuck you." Atem spat while dragging his hand over his face to wake himself up. He actually passed out for a second. "You try recovering from endorphins being shoved into your body at once." He glared at Yami. "Yami."

The abnormal eyed man just picked his fingernails with boredom, not even paying attention. "Sorry, you say something?"

Atem's eye twitched. "You mother fu-"

"I'm surprised you can still move and talk. All that begging and moaning from earlier should have dried you out."

Th Egyptian's face heated up significantly. "I'll kill BOTH of you bastards!"

Yugi giggled. Nothing's changed. It probably never will, and he was happy with that. He then reached over to Atem and grasped his wrist. He pulled him closer with a weak grip and settled in between him and Yami. He wrapped his arms around them both with a happy expression and leaned his head on Atem's shoulder. The two younger men looked down at him with slight confusion. Why was he being so cuddly all of a sudden? Not that they minded, it just seemed odd to embrace them like this out of no where. "H-Hey?" He said, looking between them.

"What is it?" They both asked in unison.

"Um," Yugi's cheeks turned red. "I talked with H-Heba-kun."

Atem and Yami glanced at each other, before putting their attention back on Yugi. "Yeah?"

"You, still believe m-me, right?" He asked timidly. "Y-You don't think I'm crazy?" They were surprised he didn't ask, 'you still love me?' in that sentence. Kisara advised them not to patronize or neglect Yugi's feelings when it came to his disorder. So, they had to keep playing along. Keep pretending that Heba was a real person. She said that people with DID had trust issues, and they could see why. That in itself, was probably another reason why Yugi was a paranoiac. Honestly, they were lucky. When DID is shown on TV or other forms of media, they make it look like altering was easy. That switching personalities was as simple as pushing a button.

The way Yugi has it, it seemed like he could control it just that easy. But, was that really true? How many times has Heba actually come out, and they didn't even know it?

Going back to Yugi's question, Atem and Yami nodded faithfully. They both got closer and cuddled themselves against Yugi even more. The Egyptian smiled and pressed a kiss on top of his head. "You're so cute sometimes."

"Heheh. Sorry, I just n-need to ask that every-so often." He said. "And, I need to talk to you both about s-something-ngh..." He flinched when he felt Atem's fingers undo the buttons of his dress shirt. "N-No, Atemu!"

"Calm down, puff cheeks. I just want you to relax." He said as he continued to take off his shirt. Yami then copied his intentions and helped take off Yugi's work clothes. After his formal clothing was tossed somewhere, they pushed him onto the bed. He was now only in his boxers, with his two fully nude lovers cuddling or spooning him. He couldn't lie, this felt better. He felt a lot more relaxed this way. He sighed soothingly and laid his head on the pillows while resting his hands on Yami's torso. Atem was holding Yugi from behind, nestling his head on the nape of his neck and giving small kisses. "What did you want to talk about?" He whispered to him, making him shiver.

"W-Well," His whispers were tickling his skin. "I talked to Heba-kun about what he did, and he told me everything." His tone, turned a bit solemn. "He, did a lot of things behind my back, and you two didn't e-even know it." He gently rubbed his hand up and down Yami's stomach. The touch of his skin felt so nice. "I didn't even know it." He admitted. "Even before Atemu came back to me, he switched with me many times. And when Atemu d-did come back, he did it at crucial times when I didn't want him to."

Atem stopped his kisses and tried to soothe his lover by rubbing his arm slowly. "What do you mean?"

"Y-You know how I'm still pretty proficient as a D75 agent, even though I didn't finish training like you or Kaiba-kun?"

Yami blinked, steadily readjusting his vision. He changed his eye color to yellow. "Yes?"

"That was b-because of Heba. He would do things I can't. Like walk normal, or sprinting, or holding things. Or d-driving. He'll just take control out of no where, and I won't even notice until I wake up."

"Wake up..?" Yami repeated.

"Yes. Remember, we don't share memories when the other is p-present. So, if I try to drive, he'll switch with me and I'll just wake up to my destination. Or if I need to do certain things that are physical, he takes over me."

Atem shifted a bit behind Yugi, still keeping his arms wrapped around him securely. "Like, when you fight?"

"Nm, I don't think s-so. Even though it happens randomly, Heba told me he didn't intervene in fights unless he had to. But," He touched his hand on Atem's forearm, which was holding him. He loved having him hold him like this. "Those are small things. What I really want to talk about, is the..the um," He stammered a lot more than he was supposed to. "I-I-Intim...Intima.."

He felt his caramel chocolate lover kiss the side of his face, before murmuring. "Sound it out."

"Intima..cy. Intimacy." He puffed up his cheeks. "I hate that damn word."

His sudden crude attitude made both Yami and Atem chuckle.

"A-Anyway, remember when he told you he had sex with you two before?" He asked. "Well, that wasn't the only time. He's done it a few times. Only t-three, I think." Yugi sounded a bit unsure, but he didn't sound too happy either. He saw the reactions of his two lovers, and noticed they weren't too shocked. They pretty much had the same expression he had himself. Unsure, but not happy. Atem just breathed through his nose, while giving side glance to Yami. Even though they bickered and squabbled a lot, they had a connection. All they had to do was meet each other's gaze and they knew what the the other was thinking. Right now, they were thinking that this wasn't a big problem, but it seemed like there was more to this than Yugi was letting on.

Yami caressed Yugi's face and pulled one of his bangs from his frame. "What else?"

"Nm," Yugi hesitated. "W-Well, he wanted to talk with you both personally. He wanted to have a date and, g-go out with the both of you."

Atem's eyes raised intriguingly. "Does he now?"

Yugi nodded. "Mmhm. He, likes you both. He's just, a bit u-untrustworthy, and super suspicious sometimes. I'm the paranoiac but, he's way too overprotective. He told me to tell you that he's sorry if he seems rude, that's just how he is." He sounded like a little kid talking about his imaginary friend. It used to be unnerving but, as time went on, they got used to it. "H-He wanted something else too," His face seemed a bit heated as he said this, for some reason. "But he wanted to ask that in person."

"I guess," Yami trailed off while looking between Yugi and the Egyptian. "We can do that. Right?" He asked, wanting to hear his decision.

Atem just shrugged while nestling his face into Yugi's cheek. He was making the other giggle, tickling him from below. "We've already gotten this far down the rabbit hole, why stop now?" He nipped at his ear and poked his fingers into the elder's sides, making him laugh louder and squirm in their hold. "Heba's basically family if he's with Yugi, so we might as well get to know him better. To make them both feel comfortable." He started to grin as he tickled Yugi more. Yami had to back up a bit from his fidgeting. But he was delighted that Yugi was smiling nonetheless.

"Heheheh..! S-Stop! You always get me l-like this..! Haha stop!" He cried as tried pushing the Egyptian away. Atem pushed him down onto his back and rolled on top of him. He chuckled lowly as Yugi kicked his legs with glee. He was so easily ticklish, he was just adorable. Between barrels of laughter, he cried over and over for Atem to stop. Yami sat up and watched the two with a small smile of his own. The tickling session ended with Atem kissing and licking Yugi's neck. He was no longer laughing, but moaning instead. After a few more kisses, Atem looked up at Yami with a devious glint in his eyes and smirked. Yami cocked a brow. Oh? And what was that supposed to mean? Atem was asking for it again, but he'd get it later...

"When do you think we should leave? You're both off tonight and tomorrow, right? Mn~" He stuck his tongue out on one of his nipples, earning a gasp and a meek scolding.

"S-Stop Atemu...Mmn.."

Yami just shook his head at them. "Ha. Well, probably around evening-Oh my." He commented as he watched Atem suck that very same nipple, before letting it pop from his lips. Yugi was starting to breathe heavy, and he made a long moan. The red eyed male licked the side of his mouth before sitting up from the bed and swinging his legs over to get off. He walked passed the bed and moved over to their walk-in closet.

"I'll prepare your outfits. That okay?" He asked out loud while walking inside.

Yami called back, "Sounds good to me. Thanks." He turned over to Yugi, who was sprawled on the bed, hugging his chest like a girl who's bra just fell off in the public pool. He looked so embarrassed, and that was Atem's goal all along. To think they were about to have a date with him. Well, not him, but a serial killer who 'lived inside' of him. Who would think someone that threatening would reside in the brain of a bumbling, blushing nerd like Yugi? Atem was right, though. They got this far with his illness, why not keep going? No sense in ignoring them now.

Tonight would surely be interesting.

They all matched in different colors again. Atem wore a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up a bit, with a pair of silver cufflinks and black skinny jeans. Yami was wearing a grey dress shirt with rolled up sleeves, with a pair of black cufflinks and dark grey skinny jeans. Yugi wore a black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled down. In fact, his dress shirt's sleeves seemed a bit too long, so they went all the way up to his fingers. But he loved it, because it made it seem like a sweater. He had white cufflinks, and white jeans.

They came to their favorite place, the oh so lovely Domino Platinum Star. They always came here, so Yami suggested they go somewhere different. But for some reason, Yugi wanted to come here again. He wouldn't elaborate why, but he just really wanted to come for some reason. With questionable looks, the other two males accepted his request and decided to have their date here. Thankfully their favorite table wasn't taken when Yami made the reservations. It was right on the spot, but seeing as how it was a request from people of the government, the restaurant pulled some strings to let them get what they want on such short notice.

The moment they stepped out of the car, Yugi just started to pass out. They were alarmed at first but, then they realized what was happening. He was trying to put himself to sleep so Heba could come out. It was strange how they could control it like that. Well, then again, Yugi wasn't the one with control. It seemed like Heba was most of the time, and only allowed Yugi to stay out. Atem had carried him on his back, despite getting odd looks from other snobbish people. He carried the older young man to their table and gently set him down in his seat. Yami took his own seat, and pulled out Atem's chair for him. With a quick kiss, the Egyptian sat down as well and kept a close eye on their lover.

His eyes were half lidded at first, but now they were closed. His breathing was steady, normal. His body was still, and he seemed at peace. He fell asleep right then and there. All they had to do was wait. Atem glanced at Yami, Yami glanced at Atem. They were really going to have a date with a serial killer. Welp, there was a first for everything, right?

For maybe, six minutes, there was silence. Their waiter didn't even come yet. They were a little worried if Yugi actually was asleep, or had a small heart attack on the ride here and fell unconscious. No, that couldn't happen at a time like this-

"Nmm," A few mumbles and a long yawn. Yugi stretched his arms up over his head and clenched his eyes with some grunts. He rubbed under his eyes and sat up in his chair. Then he put his fists down on the table, and slowly turned his head upwards towards them. From that look alone, those malicious dark purple eyes with that sneer...

No doubt, it was Heba again.

"Wow," He began, with a notable shift in tone as to Yugi's normal voice. "You two look amazing." He complimented. The former D75 agent, and the new recruit just stared in amusement. It was really that easy just to do that? Anytime they fell unconscious, the other would switch automatically. "First off, can I just say that I'm absolutely honored that you two even considered going out with me? I am so flattered." He put a hand on his chest with a big smile. "Ah, I actually feel...important, you know?"

"Actually," Atem wanted to point something out. "Maybe this is just my head playing tricks on me now that we know who and what you are, but I think I see the difference now. The way you look at us and the way you speak, it's almost obvious that you're not Yugi."

"Oh?" Heba tilted his head with the look of a playful trickster. "Is that a problem?"

"No," He retorted. "Not at all. But it is interesting."

Yami stepped into the conversation next. "So, what did you want to talk about? Yugi said you wanted to speak with us in person."

"Oh yes, I did." The killer held up his index finger. "Why, you see gentlemen, I wanted to ask a huge favor of you. Ah, then again-no. Please forgive me for asking so much after five seconds into the date. I'll ask after we've eaten. Fair?"

The two seemed skeptical of this. Was there another reason why Yugi wanted them to come to a convenient five star restaurant slash hotel? And why did Heba want to wait until after they ate to ask his favor? Why did he even want a date with them in the first place? Things were already strange, and they weren't liking it. They mentally sighed. But, they had to do this for Yugi. It would make him happy, and they needed to respect him and his, mental imbalances.

Their waiter came around not too long after, deeply apologizing for his late service. He explained how they try to make their service strict on attention, so that they'd never let any of their customers wait any more than ten minutes to order. Poor guy seemed like he was being held against his will to work here, but he almost seemed desperate not to lose his job. They just brushed it off and said it was no problem at all. Since Yami was the one who always paid for the food, he was actually considering tipping him just to calm his nerves. Not to mention, he was kinda cute. He had brown eyes, white flowing hair in a pony tail and one of the cutest baby faces he's ever seen. He reminded them of Yugi. He seemed familiar, like someone from school...

Anyway, after they made their orders, the food came pretty quickly as an apology from the waiter himself. They got their drinks as well, at the same time. They watched him balance five plates and three beverages on his body, and move with perfect stability towards them. Didn't they have carts for that? Good lord, he could have hurt himself! They took note of that though, that was a talent an agent could pull off. The trio thanked him for his hard working and flawless behavior, to which the waiter bowed and asked them to please enjoy their meal and their stay. Maybe, an hour or so of talking about nothing while eating, they noticed Heba had no trouble holding up utensils and feeding himself. Just like at the house when he ate Atem's cooking.

They finished up with their last bites eventually, and put down their forks, spoons, knives and chopsticks while sipping what was left of their beverages. Atem had miso soup, since he was a big fan of soups. He loved them, and loved making them too. Yami had ordered tonkatsu and some tempura. Yugi-err, Heba, ordered kabayaki and some takoyaki. He also wanted a glass of sake, while Yami had plum wine. Of course, Atem was the only one who couldn't stomach alcohol, so he just sipped water. He ironically didn't enjoy green tea all too much.

Out of the blue, Heba put his elbows on the table and grinned at Atem. The Egyptian furrowed his brows, while looking everywhere else in an awkward silence. The hell was he grinning at him for? Why did have to act so playful? "Um," Atem mumbled. "Did you need something, Heba?" He asked slowly. The other nodded his head up down like a five year old.

"Mmhm, mmhm!" He cheered delightfully. "I wanted your opinion on the food. You're a chef, right? How is it?" He leaned closer over the table, making Atem lean back with a few blinks.

Atem blushed, the compliment was a bit much for him. Bashfully, he looked somewhere else while keeping a stubborn expression. "I...I told you, I'm not a chef. I'm no professional and I didn't go to school to officially be called one."

Heba puffed up his cheeks with a pout. "Screw all that! You've got talent, you don't need a fancy degree or whatever to prove it! Now come on," He smiled sweetly at him, fluttering his eyes. He pulled what Yugi did. Flutter your eyes and make them all big and innocent while saying, "Pleeease?" Heba sung. This made Atem stifle a laugh while shaking his head. So he and Yugi really were alike. Funny. Well, they were the same person at the end of the day anyway.

"Fine, fine." His cheeks continued to paint themselves pink, until he cleared his throat. "Well," He stared down at his soup, and tried to figure out what he wanted to say. "...They didn't put enough tofu." He said. "The tofu gives it a better taste, and it's healthier for the consumer. It's easier to handle while preparing it as well. And the amount of tofu that is in the soup, is a little too soft for my tastes. A few more vegetables could have been added to give it more flavor and make it more colorful. The way the onions were cut, was a bit sloppy. All cuts are supposed to be precise and sharp. All in all, the cooks seemed a little, skimpy in making the meal." He scratched behind his spiky head, his face heating up increasingly. God he was so embarrassed, who was he to judge a plate of food? He was an assassin, not a chef. Hell, he wasn't even a native to this country or their food. "It's, fine though." He quickly added. "It still tasted good and I'm full, so..." When he turned to look at his lover and his other lover's alternate personality, he saw that their faces were shocked.

Their mouths were agape, and bug eyed. Yami was holding up his glass to take a tiny sip of his wine, but he paused his movements. His lips were hovering above the edge of the glass, and he didn't make a move to go any further. Heba was surprised as well, but he looked more impressed and happy than alarmed. This made Atem cover his face with one hand and looked away in shame. Damn it, why did he say anything at all? That wasn't even a proper analyzation, he was just rambling!

"Ahh~!" Heba squealed. "Sugoi...!" He made a wide toothy grin. "You are so cool! Like seriously, really cool!" He shot his hands across the table to grab Atem's arm and held his wrist tightly with sparkling amethyst eyes.

"Q-Quit it! I'm not...like that, it's nothing!" He growled at him meekly, which wasn't like him at all. Yami just watched the scene play out, narrowing his eyes.

"Hm?" Heba's bright expression dimmed down, looking more serious. He frowned and made a glare. "Not like what? Not important enough to give your honest opinion about a dish that you could cook in your sleep?" He roughly pointed out. "What are you so ashamed of? That you're an awesome cook who's probably better than anyone in Japan, who by the way, isn't even Japanese? Who didn't need to go to culinary school to be amazing at it? Who's just naturally gifted?" To his strong words, Atem didn't face him. He couldn't handle all of that, because it just wasn't true. He wasn't all that special, he refused to believe that. The other felt his body become tense with denial, and self hate. Heba sighed through his nose before speaking again more softly. "Just because you came from nothing, doesn't mean you'll only amount to nothing. Before you retired, you were an elite assassin. Your strength is unrivaled, and you have other talents to be proud of because you're really good at all of them. Stop thinking you're nothing but a nobody with a sword and a few muscles."

After his speech, he let go of Atem's wrist and folded his arms back on the table with a small smile. The Egyptian was absolutely flustered with self consciousness. He couldn't stop his face from turning beet red, he couldn't stand being flattered so much like this. It was overwhelming! He still refused to look at Heba, and just covered both his cheeks while glaring harshly at the table. Yami found this to be hilarious and oh so ironic. Atem was usually the one who embarrassed and teased Yugi at the table, but now it was the other way around.

Heba made a small laugh. "Haha. You're pretty cute-"

"Shut the fuck up, I'll strangle you in your sleep..." He grumbled.

"Oh I'm sure you will. I warn you though, I'm a masochist. But honestly, I think you're one too."

Suddenly, Atem's glowing red eyes peered holes into Heba's face. While his heavy blush was still there, his expression looked silently enraged. "..You wanna die that badly?"

Heba tilted his head and put a finger to his chin. "Oh I dunno, I've already did it once. Can't be too hard to do it again."

To that, the Egyptian's face darkened. He stood up from his seat and made a move to walk passed Yami's chair. "I'm taking a leak." Was all he said before walking away from the table. Yami was very confused from that. He couldn't tell if Atem was just really angry and embarrassed, or really flattered and embarrassed. He only made threats like that when he couldn't take being complimented, but he seemed really serious this time. For once, he couldn't analyze him.

Yami grimaced. "I can't read him right now, why?" He asked aloud.

Heba leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head comfortably. He shrugged while smirking. "He's not angry, but he is frustrated. He's just someone who has a really loud bark when he doesn't want to admit his feelings." He broke it down as if he knew him for a long time. "Some people are too sensitive to insults, but Atem isn't like that at all because he's used to taking offenses and ignoring them. He's the opposite. He's someone who's sensitive to compliments, because he's not used to being flattered. As a child of D75, I'm sure no one was that nice to him. Not like that Ishizu woman or that Dartz guy. And I'm sure growing up as a foreign orphan with skin as brown as caramel, and eyes as red as blood didn't help him out either. He's used to getting the cold shoulder. He's not used to warmth or love."

The D75 agent just stared in astonishment. Why did Heba know him so well like that? That last part, was very true, but how did he understand his personality so easily?

"He may be with you two now, and he does love you unconditionally. I feel it. But, he's still getting used to it, y'know? Yugi's the same way, too." He looked over at Yami with a gentle gaze. "That's why I understand him so well, even though I still don't even know him. Both he and Yugi are very similar when it comes to self consciousness. Atem just talks a bigger game."

"Heba," Yami suddenly said his name diligently. It gained his attention, and he silenced himself for now until he was given the opportunity to respond. "Why did you want to date us so badly? And why here? What was the favor you wanted?"

Heba made a flat line with his mouth and blew out some air. Yami could tell from that alone, that this would be a hard question to ask. "Well," He began. "I asked you both out, because Yugi wanted me to know you better. But I agreed to it, because I want to like you. I wanted to ask a favor after we ate so I wouldn't be rude." He twiddled his fingers a bit behind his head. "The favor I wanted to ask, involves why I wanted to come to this location specifically. I," He hesitated, but then used some confidence to get the last part out. "...Wanted to request a threesome with the both of you."

"H-Huh..?" Yami nearly dropped his glass. "I, I'm sorry, repeat that again?"

"Look," Heba groaned while sitting up properly. He knew this might have been a problem. "I had sex with you guys without your knowledge because, I sometimes hate being trapped in here." He pointed to his head. "It's, like being a prisoner all over again. I have Yugi, but, that's all. Sometimes I don't realize how much time passes until he tells me. I haven't felt the touch of another human being in forever, or what love feels like. The few nights I had with you two were amazing, and I want to feel that again. But I want it with your consent this time. And, I don't want it to be the last time." He scratched at his chin with an unreadable face. "Yugi and I already talked about it. He's okay with it, only if you two want to do it for me. He pities me."

Yami swallowed his alcohol in a gulp. He thought he was used to the idea of Yugi's alternate personality, but he was weirded out all over again. He wanted to have sex with them both, with them knowing this time. He would have to talk it over with Atem but, he didn't know what to say to that. Could he really say no? He was just Yugi, with a different personality. It'd be the same, just with a slightly different sexual experience. Heba was a lot rougher, if he wasn't mistaken. Someone who dominates. But wouldn't this be awkward for Yugi? Was he really okay with this?

Having a threesome with a serial killer, could they really do that?

END - 14!

EDIT: Ah, I'm so sorry for the wait. I've been preoccupied with other stories. HLB (Her Little Boy) being rewritten, trying to work out the 95.I sequel, HNR (Have No Regrets) and other stories none of you know about. So my deepest apologies for that. The bulk of this chapter was written already, I only recently finished it. I've also got the climax for this story already planned out as well, but you'll have to wait for that. This chapter's plot isn't finished, this will be a two-parter. And yes, I've decided to write Heba in more chapters. Like I mentioned before, I didn't really shed too much light on Yugi in the main story, and I figured this would be his time to shine. For now.

Don't forget to review, please have a nice day. The second part will come, not soon, but it will.