Yuugi had been staring at the instant ramen for at least ten minutes. He rubbed the back of his neck before reaching for his phone. He checked the time. If he stood here any longer he'd be looked at suspiciously. "Fuck it," he blindly grabbed some instant ramen.
He was at the end of the aisle when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He'd been blind folded enough times to know a few tricks. It wasn't just the smell, but the way his shoulder was gripped that let him know it was Kaiba. "Yugi."
"That's me," he said playfully as if it were any run of the mill person he was casual with.
Kaiba took in his full appearance. He liked in particular the jeans that accented the eye candy. Possessively his grip tightened a bit. "Line dancing again?"
Yuugi nodded his head. He felt the change in pressure on his shoulder, and knew exactly what Kaiba was thinking. He couldn't help that his cock responded to the attention. Kaiba had made him into an attention whore. But why of all places would Kaiba want to fuck in a supermarket? "You shouldn't tease."
He bit his lip and reminded himself where he was. He loosened his grip. "That's your job," he said matter of factly. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out what looked like a business card. "You know what's expected of you. Don't disappoint me."
Yuugi even though he was going to be left with a raging hard on sighed in relief. He loved nothing more than a good fuck in front of an audience where he couldn't get arrested, or tucked away some where private with the potential to get caught. But, not like this- not completely exposed. There were plenty of kinky scenarios he could think of and unless he made them happen in the comfort of his own home he wanted no part in them. "Never," he held out his hand. He knew the card would only have the time on it. Kaiba wanted absolutely no traces what so ever of his private parties.
"I'll be by the day before to-" Kaiba abruptly stopped talking and instead walked on past Yuugi.
Yuugi looked over his shoulder and caught the eye of Bakura. He wondered if he'd been an aisle over and recognized their voices or if it was happenstance. "Fancy meeting you here," he tipped his hat and grinned mischievously.
Although the jeans and collared shirt accented Yugi's figure nicely it wasn't what caught his attention. It was the cowboy hat and boots. "Costume party?" He asked as he came to stand next to him.
"I save those for the business and the bedroom," he winked playfully.
Bakura forced himself to think of the ugliest thing possible. He was not going to put either Marik or Yugi in some provocative outfit and imagine himself getting kinky with them. He wasn't going to let himself become a raging hormone driven mess.
Yuugi slid himself flush against Bakura. "I like to line dance," he whispered in a sultry voice. He thought of a beat, and started dancing Para Para. Although the dance was about the arm movements he put more focus into his hips.
The key word was wasn't- Bakura ground his teeth and gripped Yug's hips.
"Like that." Yugi stopped and turned around. There was a devilish grin on his face. He rested his arms on Bakura shoulders. He swayed in a mock slow dance kind of way. "We could go around back- push me to my knees or shove me against the fence. It's just dark enough that no one would know." He whispered it so only they could hear it. He really needed this, probably more so than Bakura.
Public fucks weren't Bakura's thing, but instant gratification was. Yugi was stoking that need for instant gratification with his whispers. He'd never once stuck his cock where it didn't belong and he'd be damned if he ever did. But, it was proving extremely difficult at this moment.
"Let's go find Marik," Yugi stepped back and put his hands behind his back. He rocked back and forth on his heels. He looked sinfully innocent. The thought of having an ass and mouth full of cock made him almost lose it. His amazing self restraint was a double edge sword. He needed a good fuck right now.
Bakura grinned- it was as if a magic phrase had been spoken. Suddenly his entire demeanor was about purpose. He grabbed Yugi's hands and dragged him through the convenience store.
Marik knew that look. Expecting to be accosted by Bakura he took a step back and was met with shelving and a hungry mouth and hands. His mind was spinning and his cock was startling to rage. So much for leaving here with any semblance of dignity. "What the fuck is erotic about ramen noodles?" He could understand whip cream and chocolate… even peanut butter. But ramen! He was baffled. He tried to imagine anything and everything one could do with ramen and every possible outcome was nothing but a sloppy mess.
Yuugi preferred to be the one pushed against the shelf but watching Marik was nearly just as hot. He seriously wanted to drop to his knees and suck cock. Then he remembered this was the fucking supermarket. He took a deep breath and then tugged on the loops of their jeans. "We aren't in a porn video and will get arrested if we start fucking in the aisle."
Marik straightened himself a bit. With the adrenaline ebbing away he realized how much his back hurt and his cock throbbed. He saw who had tugged his jeans and what was in their hands. He put one and one together. "Seriously we are three grown men and we can't keep our shit together."
Bakura took a step back. He looked like a predatory cat with a victory grin. With a false sense of patience waited. "Hurry the fuck up."
Marik threw the fallen bread on the shelf and put a loaf in the cart. "So much for there being a second date before the fucking."
"I'm good with counting the fucking as a second date. It's spending time getting to know each other." Yugi smirked mischievously and stretched the full length of himself. He was making himself look like a sultry pin up, all he need to do was unbutton his shirt half way down to complete the look. "You can fuck my mouth and my ass," he purred as he sauntered up the aisle. He knew just how to walk and talk to attract their attention. At the end of the isle he glanced back at them, and winked.
Bakura impatiently waited for the lady to scan everything. He barely heard the total before laying down double that. Everyone shoved groceries into a sack and left not bothering with the change.
Yuugi shimmied to the top of the pole, slowly spinning his way down. Mid way down he stretched out his leg and then up. He leaned back until his hands touched near the base of the pole. He glanced over at the door. Nearly everyone who had business with Kaiba was here, not that you could tell one from the other with their blue robes and silver domino masks.
Yuugi came gracefully back to his feet and faced the pole. Dipping down, nearly hugging the pole, he caught Kaiba's eye. Yami was beside him with their tongues down each other's throat. He had his hands in some girls hair that had perky tits you could tell were fake. He was forcefully making her suck his cock. Several other gorgeous men and woman were rubbing both him and Yami down. He knew that none of that was what was making Kaiba hard. It was the thrill of having power over someone. knowing they were beneath him.
Yuugi hooked his leg around the pole and spun slowly again. He purposely stretched his body in ways an average person could only imagine. He wanted to attract attention. Kaiba was proud of his toys, and took extreme pride in showing them off.
Yugi noticed a member of the waitstaff coming toward them. They were elite, silver star certified. He slid down the pole, impossibly slow. He pressed his back to it. Then with his hands on his knees he dipped. He stood back up and hooked his leg. He spun around, head lolled back.
Kaiba, always observant, noted the interaction between Yugi and the waitstaff member. He pulled her forward by the detachable blue collar. Once he had her undivided attention he traced over the faux diamonds at the tips of her collar. He grinned greedily as he grabbed a handful of her tit. He pushed the fabric of the bikini up and squeezed. When the novelty of it was gone he grabbed a drink from her tray. After leaving a tip, he pushed her away- discarding her like yesterday's newspaper.
Yugi was long past feeling sorry for anyone 'working' in this room. He only took home tips while everyone else took home hush money for a night of debauchery. His payoff was what he craved most- that moment when Kaiba would press him again the pole, hold him captive, and fuck him in front of everyone.
Yugi stretched himself as he spun slowly down the pole once more. Facing the pole, he dipped. Yami had a good view of his ass. He glanced over his shoulder and winked. He took pride in showing him what Kaiba wanted most. He could do for Kaiba what Yami couldn't. He knew Yami was a vanilla kinda of guy and at most all that would do is get Kaiba hard and frustrated.
Pushed against a window, shoved against an alley wall- as long as he wasn't going to get arrested Yugi didn't care about the where, the when, or the how. He loved most when Kaiba held parties because he could legally have an audience as he was fucked.
Yugi was no longer ashamed to admit he loved being publicly dominated. He had long since lost his innocence. Kaiba had taken it without his consent, he'd humiliated him. Yami was no better as he'd make use of his broken body afterwards. At first, it was maddening. Eventually, he came to love it- to crave it.
Yugi smirked as a man who was passing by stopped to watch. He spun slowly around the pole, finishing so his back was flush against it. He dipped and then slowly stood back up. He turned again to face the pole. He dipped again and made sure the man had ample view of his ass. He then began to stretch himself in provocative ways that gave the best show.
The man reached out to touch but then caught the glint of the silver anklet and knew not to touch. This was a private entertainer meant for the person or persons near this pole. He smiled appreciatively and left a generous tip on the stage before moving on.
Yuugi spun back around so he could make eye contact with Kaiba. Some guy was serving his cock now. He could see it in his eyes and the way his fingers were tightly tangled in the man's hair that he was wound up. He gave a sultry look and changed the way he danced. He turned and faced the pole. He slowly sashayed around the pole, flicking his hips. He did more dips and occasionally slapped his ass to draw attention to it. He all but screamed fuck me.