This fanfic deals with content meant for a mature audience. This is a blanket for all chapters going forward, it does not mean that each chapter contains it: male x male, strong language, sexual humor, sexual content, implied rape, prostitution.
To keep it simple: Marik and Bakura are the darker halves.
Pairings. Again, this is going forward, this does not mean you will find them in each chapter: (Yugi x Bakura x Marik), (Bakura x Marik), (Yugi x Kaiba), (Yugi x Kaiba x Yami). This is not a fic in which you will like either Kaiba or Yami, they both have very dark rolls in it.
Thank you DragonLady222 for taking time to edit this for me.
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"It's past closing time," Bakura called out from the bar to the man that sat in the shadows. They were ready to lock the doors for the evening. When he got no response he gave a look to Marik, "Shall we toss out that passed out drunk?"
It was at this point that Yugi stood up. With a provocative sway of the hips he walked towards the two. He'd done some growing physically in fifteen years. He could easily pass as Yami's twin. The difference was an inch in height in Yami's favor, and some muscle in his favor. "You could do that but you'd regret it," his voice was deep and sultry.
Bakura and Marik wore the grins of a hungry cat who'd just caught field mice. Every step Yugi made accented every curve and muscle. He'd come in a couple of times but under normal circumstance they didn't give Yugi the time of day.
Yugi wiggled a finger at them, "you've got a couple things I want. And like you two I get what I want." He grabbed two chairs and sat them down in front of the center stage. He patted where their asses should go, "sit."
Bakura and Marik shrugged their shoulders.
"What's the worst that could happen?" Marik whispered as he sat down.
Bakura whispered back as he also sat down, "We lose our hands and cocks."
They both assumed that he was still being coddled by Yami. Neither had any clue that he could swing being so naughty. When you saw him out and about he always came off as bubbly, and child's toy cute.
"I assure you that won't happen," he pressed a finger to their lips. He then unbuckled his belts and pulled them through the loops of his stretch jeans. He draped one over each chair before walking up the stage steps.
Bakura and Marik glanced at each other. "You can dance?" They stuttered.
Yugi unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall from his muscled frame. Stretched backward, arching his back. He then went forward and touched his toes. He was incredibly flexible. Normally he had music to work with, but even if this was planned it was a little impromptu. He then reached out and grabbed the pole. He slowly hooked his foot and leg around the base, and circled around the pole. With his back against the pole he reached up and grabbed it. He then slid down slowly, seductively. He rested his hands on his knees and spread them just to be a tease before standing up and grabbing the pole again. He hooked his leg once more and spun slowly. Another dip but this time he was facing the pole. He looked over his shoulder and smacked his ass. He thrust himself back onto the pole before effortlessly climbing it. He used every muscle he had to control the spiral down. He wanted to make it impossibly slow to draw it out.
Bakura and a Marik watched as Yugi stretched and teased. It was clear this wasn't just about the money or a job, this was personal. This was meant for them. But the why is what they didn't understand. They were too busy gawking to converse amongst themselves. If it wasn't considered poor taste they'd of had their hands down each other's pants. Yugi was lighting them on fire. When the fuck did he reach the status of a sex God.
He was incredibly nimble as he sauntered off the stage. He slid into Bakuras lap and wrapped his arms around his neck. He thrust forward just enough the cause friction. He leaned forward, licked the shell of his ear, and whispered so they both could hear it, "Go ahead I know you want to." He smirked as he watched Bakura bite his lip. He slipped from one lap to the other.
Marik eyed Yugi suspiciously. This was too damn good to be true. Did someone spike their liquor? Slip a drug into it? What the fuck! Here they were being reduced to a puddle of goo by none other than Yugi. He reached out to touch Yugi. But before he could, he was stopped. Yugi slipped his arms around his neck. He slowly thrust forward. He danced just as provocatively for him as he did for Bakura. "I like fucking as much as the next man, but I'm hoping you two will consider something more." His whisper was a bit rougher this time. It was evident he loved what he did but also that it took an incredible amount of self control to drag this lap dance out.
Yugi took great pleasure in watching men come undone. He took a deep breath and stood up. The jeans hid nothing, it was very evident how aroused he was. He waltzed toward the stage and grabbed his shirt.
Both sat dizzied from the experience. They wouldn't openly admit it but they were both a bit embarrassed about having lost control and creaming their pants like teenage boys. Also, they were a tad bit envious of Yugi who hadn't lost control.
Yugi smirked as he slid something into their shirt pockets before leaving the bar. "I'll lock it up for you two." He jangled the keys.
"What the fuck!?" Bakura screeched. As he went to reach for his pockets he found his hands were bound together. When the fuck did that happen. "Give me a fucking hand!" He demanded to Marik.
"Can't." He wore an uncharacteristic sheepish grin. His hands were also bound together. "Consequence of a damn good lap dance I suppose?" He wanted to be angry, but he couldn't. That was one of the best fucking lap dances he'd ever had.
"For fuck's sake."
"You know you are supposed to be the King of Thieves," Marik snickered.
"That doesn't make me fucking Houdini!" He growled. "You better not breathe a word of this to anyone!"
"Who would I tell that would believe me. Besides I'd be incriminating myself." Marik fought a bit to free himself. Yugi had made sure they were tight enough that he couldn't slip through them, but not tight enough to chafe unless he did some serious struggling.
Bakura rolled his eyes, if looks could kill. Yugi had both satisfied and annoyed him.
"So tell me did we just have our first threesome or did I somehow just cheat on you?" Marik couldn't wipe the smirk off his face. He was frustrated but he couldn't help but to be amused by this.
If Bakura could smack him he would. "If it happens again I'll let you know," he glared at Marik and started scooting his chair around. Once they could touch each other's fingers he started to try and undo the belt.
Marik could feel Bakura struggling. "We may have to do the embarrassing thing and call either Malik or Ryou," he sighed. He could already envision them doubled over in laughter at the fact that the two big shots were bested by Yugi the small fry.
"We are absolutely not calling in the circus!" Bakura huffed out of frustration. After a bit of perseverance he managed to free Marik. "Remind me to tie you up more often and blindfold myself more often… I never want to be in this situation again!"
He laughed as he unfastened the belt for Bakura. "Sounds like fun." He stretched the length of himself and was reminded that he'd creamed his pants. "Let's hurry up and lock up."
Bakura nodded his head. He then remembered Yugi had slipped something into his pocket. He unfolded the paper. "It's a resume," he was skimming it, "bachelors degree in business and culinary arts, bartender license, references for nightclubs," he continued to mumble. It was extensive. "Damn he gets around."
Marik checked his pocket. His folded up paper was a note. "It's his phone number. Says he'll meet us on Tuesday and gave an address and time." He stuffed the note back in his pocket and realized there was something else in his pocket.
"What's that?" Bakura asked curiously as Marik held it up.
He read the note aloud, "I know what's done is done, and the only one who keeps up with this crap is Kaiba… but, I thought you should have this. It's the real deal…" he trailed off as he carefully unwrapped the paper.
Bakura already knew what Marik was going to hold up. It was something even he couldn't steal back for Marik. "No fucking way! Those were confiscated!"