Yugi flitted around the kitchen. His time management was impeccable. He didn't miss a beat when he heard the ringing of the doorbell. As he glanced at the monitor, he flipped the burgers. He pushed a button to let them in, and then opened the stove to grab the toasted buns. By the time they were walking down the hall he was plating the burgers.

"Sit," he pulled out the chairs with his foot as he placed three plates on the table. He was humming softly to himself.

Marik and Baruka looked at him apprehensively.

"You can keep them as a souvenir," Yugi smirked. "Don't worry… I don't hand feed my guests unless requested so you're safe," he chuckled.

"Entertain?" Bakura asked as he sat down. Now that he was focused on the burger and not being tied up he was realizing how damn good it looked and smelled.

Marik couldn't remember the last time he'd sat down to burger that looked or smelled this good. They usually stuck to quick eats. Bad for the stomach but great on the budget. They both felt they'd rather spend their money on other things besides fine dining. But damn looking at this burger made his realize maybe they needed to rethink that thought and eat out at a nice place once in a while.

"You're drooling," Bakura snickered as he elbowed Marik.

Yugi set condiments, chips, napkins, a few beers, and bottles of water on the table. As well as a lighter, an ashtray, and a pack of cigarettes. "I entertain at events and privately. I haven't worked publicly at a bar in sometime." Once he was sure the table was set, he sat down himself.

"You left a resume and said we've got a couple things you want." Bakura started fixing his burger.

"What I did was brazen and I didn't want to come off as a -."

Marik cut him off, "whore." He glanced around the room. He was a dry burger kinda guy. Throw some cheese on it and he was happy. "Are you?" It was clear the home was personally owned but it was small. You could distinguish the kitchen from the living room, and the stairs led to a loft. The living room was cozy with a chair, but the main focus was the pole and not the small flat screen tv mounted to the wall.

"That would imply I make money for a good fuck." Yugi said bluntly as he fixed his burger. "I'm paid to dance. Nothing more, nothing less," he was matter of fact. He had absolutely nothing to hide and was not ashamed. "I prefer to dance in what you saw me in, but I've danced in less."

"Yami knows?" Bakura asked before taking a bite of the burger.

"He's not entirely thrilled with it, but I don't care. I've privately entertained Kaiba a few times. It's how I got back what I gave Marik." Yugi watched them to the point of nearly studying them. It seemed only fair to him. They were practically grilling him. Who would of thought a first date would be like this. Then again they didn't know that's what this was to Yugi.

"What exactly did you do Yugi?" Marik clamped down on the burger and took a bite harder than he meant to. He came off looking more like a beast with a bone than a man with a sandwich. He couldn't be more elated to have that card back in his possession but there were limits.

"During one of his parties he hired me to dance. I'm very good at what I do. All eyes were on me. While I had him and everyone else begging I had someone steal it for me. Once I'd flat out done it I told him. He wasn't happy about it, be he didn't fight me either."

Bakura or Marik both knew Kaiba. He was malicious and egotistical. He wouldn't let a pair of used jeans go to donation, much less anything of value go on a whim. There was always a reason- a price to be paid. Something about that story was off, but neither decided to press.

"When did you grow a pair?" Bakura asked causally as he reached for chips and a beer.

"It wasn't always sunshine and roses sharing with Yami." Yugi had eaten as much of the burger as he wanted. He wasn't much of a chips person but he did grab a beer. "And me being nice meant I finished last. I had the blinders on. I tripped up. Fell flat. Lost out." He downed half the bottle of beer. "But that's okay."

"Sounds like you've been hurt a few times." Marik grabbed a beer. "You don't mind if I do at the table do you?" He asked as he picked up the lighter and cigarettes.

Yugi shook his head. "Go ahead. I opened a window earlier."

"So what exactly is it you want?" Bakura held out his hand for the lighter and pack of cigarettes.

"I didn't come to the bar for the dancers. I came for you two."

"Why," Bakura started.

Marik finished, "us?"

"You've both got this blind determination and crazy almost abusive protective side about you. There's that rush of you don't know what to expect. It's adrenaline. Most people shy away from it but I like it. I like that it's not all fluff and roses." He paused for a moment. "I'm not glass or wood so you don't have to worry about hurting me."

Bakura and Marik look at one another. 'Not even Malik or Ryou could put it like that.'

"I'm not saying we have to run out and make it definite today but I'd at least like for you to give us a try."

Both Bakura and Marik were seeing something different about Yugi that they hadn't before. It wasn't just the physical that had grown up, it was the mental. There was an incredible man sitting across from them.

"Just think Bakura you'd have Ka-" Yugi caught himself, "Yami's most prized possession." He smirked.

Bakura caught the slip of the tongue, but let it go. Why would Kaiba treasure Yugi? "It really is horrible that after all this time he still thinks people are things. Sure they are play things for a good fuck. But you don't own them." He rolled his eyes. "Still I kind of like the idea of pissing him off that much more."

"You'd know about people being play things for a good fuck?" Marik glanced at him. "And here I was wondering if I'd cheated on you a couple nights ago with Yugi."

"Don't act like a bitch or I'll make you one," Bakura growled.

Yugi whistled. "Gentlemen!"

They both looked at Yugi like a pair of whipped dogs with their tails between their legs.

Bakura mumbled like a retaliating three year old, " I remember my past life and the whores. I don't need them now. Your ass is plenty good." His licked his lips with hunger.

Marik winked at Bakura and smirked. "So Yugi we were a bit preoccupied with the dance to really notice the candy." He wasn't sure if it was pushing his luck to ask for a second showing.

Yugi finished his beer and stood. "I wish I could say to you that I had never lost my clothes on a first or second date but I can't. With that logic in mind I guess I can show you." He faked a coy smile. "But only after I'm done cleaning.

"That was a damn good burger." Marik helped collect dishes from the table.

"Thanks." Yugi took the dishes from him and rinsed them off before putting them in the dishwasher.

"Best we've had in forever." Bakura rounded up the condiments on the table and headed to the fridge. He was sure if Yugi had an order to it but he figured he could plug it into a hole and it could be figured out later. He then stuffed the chips in the pantry in the area that was labeled chips. Yugi was well organized.

"I'd be happy to cook for you more often," Yugi grinned. He moved toward the living room, which wasn't but a few steps from the kitchen, and motioned for them. "I told you I won't. Unless of course you want to be or you're just way to damn touchy feely."

Bakura sat in one of the plush chairs. One could easily get lost in its comfort. And the seat itself was designed so that one could easily receive a lap dance. "These are fucking amazing!"

"I'm completely legal. Nothing under the table. The beds a pull out so during inspection time they are none the wiser," Yugi winked. He leaned against the pole and waited for Marik to sit down.

Marik was busy looking at the furnishings. They weren't things he supposed many guests would notice. Especially, if the lights were dimmed and they were focused on Yugi. There was a shelf along the top wall with figures. There was no mistaking the Dark Magician and Dark Magical Girl. But what caught his eye was the Blue Eyes White Dragon. "Who broke your heart Yugi?" He asked not yet noticing the other figures.

"Come now. You shouldn't ask me to kiss and tell right this second." Truth of the matter, it still hurt. He'd never felt more hurt or used. "Another day," he tried to keep the happiness in his voice.

Marik sat down and discreetly pointed to the Blue Eyes. There was a brief look of mutual agreement that there was more to the story about how Yugi got the card than he was saying but they decided to leave it at that.

Yugi unfastened the buttons on his shirt. "I should be asking you to do the same. What if you two are just wrinkled sacks," he teased.

"I doubt we could do what you do and make it look half as good," Bakura chuckled. "But if you're just looking for show and tell-" he was already getting hard from just thinking about Yugi doing a strip trade.

"We can manage that for you," Marik finished Bakuras sentence. There was a suggestive tone to his voice. If it wasn't in poor taste he'd of been grinding Bakura by now, or at the very least, touching himself and Bakura. There was no hiding it, they were both horn-dogs.

"Me first and I'll even show more than the other night," Yugi grinned like a Cheshire Cat. He was overly proud of himself, maybe even a smidge vain. He shrugged his shoulders, and the shirt cascaded off his frame to pool at his feet. His jeans hung loosely but perfectly on his hips. He effortlessly unbuttoned his pants. They too slide from his frame to pool at his feet. He kicked them out of the way. There was absolutely nothing left to the imagination and not an ounce of shame on Yugi's face. He tossed his head up pridefully and stretched his arms above his head. After several minutes, he snapped his head to the side and dropped his arms. Slowly he turned until his back was turned to them. He drew in a breath and stood still. One would almost take him for a show piece as he stood eerily still.

What they were looking at was damn near sinful. He was lean and the way he moved and stretched made his muscles ripple just enough. There were glints of silver on his ears, nipples, and navel. The collar was present on his neck and wrist. They were thinner, more tasteful than when he was younger. It was almost missable but there was a glint of silver around his ankle. It was thin and resembled a sleeping dragon, the head met the tail. An almost positive guess was that it was a Blue Eyes White Dragon. Again, something caught the attention of both of them. He was very methodical in his display. Every pose was timed. Every position was optimal for display.

Yugi finally exhaled and relaxed. "That's it. I can't take anything else off." He said cheekily. He turned around and leaned against the pole as he looked them in the eye. "Do you approve?" He knew if he could meet the standards of a certain someone he was sure he could meet just about anyone's standards.

Bakura wanted to again approach the subject of who broke him. They were a trial couple- nothing serious or official, and yet it made him furious. He remembered how kind hearted that runt was fifteen years ago. But it was made evident from previous conversation points that he wanted no part in talking about it. "I think we're more the show than tell kinda guys," he grinned.

Marik glanced at Bakura. They had an uncanny knack for sharing thoughts even though they weren't two complete parts of one whole. He could sense it to about Yugi and he too was on the same page. "I agree," he said following with Bakura's line of idea. He stood up and pulled Bakura to his feet. Together they nudged Yugi to take a seat. "You've seriously got to tell us what you think about because I don't get how you're not stiff right now."

Bakura nearly doubled over in laughter. He hadn't seen that one coming, but it was certainly something the room needed- some humor. For a strip swap it was way too serious.

"Not so much a thought," Yugi grinned, "just a hell of a lot of self discipline."

Bakura pulled Marik to him and started to work at his shirt buttons.

"Try not to rip my shirt today," Marik smirked as he worked the buttons of Bakura's shirt.

"If I get impatient and want to fuck you I just might," Bakura mumbled. He was getting far to worked up at this point. He was one for instant gratification.

"Can't we save that for our second or third date with him," Marik half joked and pushed the shirt off Bakura's shoulders. He was trying hard to not laugh. He knew to a professional how silly they must look. After all, they themselves judged dancers on a routine basis.

"I said I'd fuck you," Bakura emphasized you as he gave a sinister grin, "he can watch." He triumphantly tossed the shirt to the ground. He wanted to stamp his foot and say take that but refrained. He was trying to remain dignified.

Yugi feigned innocence as he watched them struggled. He had a good measure of discipline, but there was no hiding that it was waning. He stifled his laugh. Was it really that hard to work a few buttons. Surely they routinely dressed and undressed. When he just couldn't anymore he stood up. He cleared his throat and slid in between them. "Some things take finesse."

They both wanted to glare at Yugi but he was right. In their defense they had both let him know they weren't half as good as him.

"I've got a bed upstairs," Yugi gripped their thigh before dragging his hand up over their erection. Being a little bit of a cock tease, he let his fingers traipse around looking for a button. Finding it, he unbuttoned their pants with practiced ease. "Treat me to some ice cream afterward and we'll say we've had a second date."

"Ice cream isn't a second da-" the air hit Bakura's cock and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He knew it was coming but there was no amount of mental prepping he could do that would make it any easier or different. He clenched his fists and forced himself to not shove Marik to his knees.

"My knees appreciate your self control," Marik grinned. Having his pants drop didn't affect him nearly as much. He was usually the one being slammed against one surface or another, or pushed down onto his knees. Both Bakura and him were brash. At times they'd rut like wild animals for dominance, it was Bakura more often than not that got the upper hand. They knew how to be gentler but generally speaking they were usually in a hurry for one reason or another and had little time for pleasantries.

"Shove me, push me…" Yugi trailed off as he stepped back to look at the both of them. There was absolutely no hiding how aroused he was now. Not only was he a voyeur, he was an exhibitionist. He'd been molded to be. In a way Bakura's gritted teeth added to the sex appeal. Whether or not he was trying, there was a grin. With that and the way his eyes narrowed, he looked proud. There was plenty else to look at, and just enough muscle. Marik was no easier on the eyes when it came to attraction. They may not have worked out every day but there was no evidence to show they'd let themselves go. They both had hips and an ass you could grip. He was about to join Bakura and clinch his own fists, but maintained some level of self control.

"As much as any of us in this room would love a good fuck it is absolutely not going to happen." Bakura took several deep breaths. His face relaxed a little bit. "We are going to be mother fucking gentleman if it fucking kills us." It was clear that Yugi had been used enough and he'd be damned if he got put into the same basket of assholes. For the hour or so he'd been around him he'd actually come to realize he liked him and wanted to get to know him better. He could always fuck him senseless later as payback for making him cream his pants and giving him an incredibly painful raging hard-on.

"I can assure you this generosity is temporary." Marik knew Bakura a little to well. "I'd buy some knee pads," he snickered, "unless of course you've got enough brute strength to pin him down long enough to sink it in."

"You're making me us sound masochistic!" Bakura glared at Marik.

Yugi thought briefly to himself that there was no one more masochistic than Kaiba, and if you wanted a runner up it was Yami. "I may not have the brute strength as you put it Marik but I do have other skills." He grinned like a kid with a cookie. "I'm quite proficient with rope, belts, and all manner of things to tie a person up. And about ninety percent of the time you won't know I've done it." He beamed proudly.

"And these are things you can't put on a resume," Marik said as he went back to the kitchen and grabbed the pack of cigarettes and the lighter. "At least, not if you're applying for a legal job." He leaned against the wall next to open window.

"We left those days behind us," Bakura grinned and went to join Marik. "Although if someone were to hurt someone we love or take something of ours we'd resort to any means necessary to rectify the situation." He used Marik's cigarette to light his own. He leaned on the opposite side of the window.

The curtain was drawn. Neither could focus away from Yugi and to the outside. There was no hiding the fiercely loyal near predatorily look on their faces.

Yugi had long since passed the point of deep down the rabbit hole that nothing could intimidate him at this point.