It was a beautiful autumn evening. As the sun set, the sky became a blaze with reds and oranges. There were not many days like this left- it would would be winter soon, you could already feel it.
"Can we have one evening where we aren't rabid animals on crack." Marik was only half joking.
"What's wearing out? Your ass or your knees?" Bakura snickered. Being a raunchy, self-serving, asshole was who he was, he couldn't help himself. He'd open his mouth and it would tumble out on its own.
Marik glared at Bakura as he laid back on the grass. He rested his head on crossed arms and bent his legs at the knees. He was more than happy that the sex never ran out and that it was always exciting, but there came a point when sometimes it was excessive. They were already more than active- then Yugi came into the picture and now they almost needed to see a doctor. Some days it was like one of those commercials 'if you have an erection for more than four hours seek medical attention'. That man lit a spark in the two of them that threatened to burn them from the inside out.
"Yugi's late," Bakura said casually as he glanced at his phone. He sat down beside Marik and used his knees to prop himself up. Despite loving sex immensely he loved moments like this just as much. He liked to know as much about a person he was around as possible. Like the fact that Yugi could never ever be on time, not even when you tried to trick him into it.
"More so than usual?" With a limited view of things Marik glanced around the park.
"Not by much." Bakura yawned. "The sun will set soon."
"That was random."
"What else do you want me to say?"
Bakura had a point. They'd been to this park dozens of times. It always had a couple of tourists, but other than that it was the usual. You could time the joggers and dog walkers. You knew when the vendors would open and close. It was pretty standard, even the seasonal decorations. It lead the conversation with no where to go but pleasantries like 'how's the weather'. "Should we call?"
"You tell me. You're a grown ass man." Bakura feeling restless, stood up.
Marik sat up and sighed. "How about we grab some yakitori or dango while we wait."
"I could go for some yakitori," Bakura held out his hand to Marik.
Marik grabbed his hand and with his help stood up. He leaned into him, more for warmth than anything romantic. It could drop to 80 and he'd be shivering like he was standing in a bucket of ice water.
Bakura smirked and wrapped an arm around him. He didn't much care for this weather either but he took it better than him. "How about we hit up that little vendor near Yugi's house."
Marik nodded his head.
Yugi stepped out of his home and for a moment his heart dropped. He saw Bakura and Marik at the street vendor. He was habitually late. If only Kaiba hadn't showed up after the Bachelorette party had finished up. He never had the capability to say no when it came to Kaiba. That man got under his skin in a way that was damn near shameful. Even when he tried to inch away he felt himself being pulled back as if by magnetic attraction. He hated his need for Kaiba more than he hated the man himself. He loved being the one that Kaiba came to, but he also hated himself for it. He put on his most sincerest smile and ran across the street. "Sorry I'm late."
"You alright?" Marik couldn't help but notice how disheveled Yugi looked. Usually he was dressed to the nines and took great pride in his appearances. With the way he carried himself you'd almost wonder if he was low-key soliciting himself 24/7.
Yugi noticed Marik looking at him. Subconsciously he felt himself down. His pants were zipped and buttoned. Then he felt his shirt. He'd buttoned up his shirt wrong. To not be too terribly late he had rushed his shower and getting dressed.
"Yugi?" Bakura put a hand on his shoulder. "It's just a few buttons."
"Bakura he wants to keep his buttons."
This was more than a few buttons to Yugi. He was angry at himself for making a mistake. He inwardly took a deep breath and mentally shook it off. To his advantage Bakura had given him room to recover from this wardrobe snafu. "Oh come on," his voice became low and sultry. "Who. Needs. Buttons." With each word he unbuttoned his shirt further. He let it hang loosely on frame and smirked.
"Button it!" Marik glared at Yugi as he stepped on Bakura's foot. "Absolutely not!" He huffed and walked over to the street vendor.
Yugi looking perplexed buttoned his shirt. He clasped his hands behind his back and rocked back and forth on his heels. In an indescribable way he went from sultry to innocent as if he was an actor on a stage.
"How do you do it?" Bakura asked curiously as Yugi went from one personality to another so easily. This wasn't the first time either Marik or himself had seen him do it. He always seemed to know how to react and was able to cater to the moment and to the people he was around.
What Yugi was doing was nothing out of the ordinary for him. He spent so much time pleasing people that it was second nature to him. "Do what?" He continued to stand there looking innocent.
"You're always pristine and at a drop of a pin you can change your entire demeanor to suit the moment."
"I have a lot of upper scale clientele." Yugi relaxed a bit. "It would speak poorly of me to be anything but satisfactory regardless if I'm working or not." What he wasn't going to say is that Kaiba expected no less of him.
Marik gave Bakura a look that said give it up. They both knew Yugi guarded his secret like a dragon guarded gold. He smiled as he handed them both a stick of yakitori. "Let's go take a stroll around the park and freeze our asses off."
"It's the perfect weather for cuddling," Yugi grinned.
Bakura looked from Yugi to Marik and smirked. "See he gets it."
"Can't you two let the damn snow fall first!" Marik was exasperated.
Yugi walked just fast enough so that he could be in front of them. Then he turned so that he was walking backward. He slowly munched on the stick of chicken. Although his focus was on them he was aware of his surroundings. "I told you I always get what I want." He loved teasing as much as he loved fucking.
Marik rolled his eyes.
Bakura wasn't too busy being uptight and caught what Yugi had said. It wasn't the first time either. He distinctly said 'he gets what he wants'. That was a very Kaiba like thing to say. Now that he was thinking about it, that wasn't the only thing the two had in common. If you took away one being masochistic and the other being a nymphomaniac they were almost exact copies. It was as if Yugi had studied to become Kaiba, or to attract his attention. He was having a hard time wrapping his brain around it, both were just wrong. Who would want to be Kaiba? Why would anyone want to love someone who would force you to change, to be someone you're not? Attracting the attention of Kaiba would explain a lot of things when it came to Yugi.
Marik could feel the change in Bakura's pace. He was going through the motions of walking but it was clear he was a mile away. He could tell he was thinking about something, but he wasn't sure what. He hadn't been paying enough attention to him to know what he was thinking.
"Yugi you know we've got a position available." Bakura threw the idea out there. He hoped it would be random enough to catch Yugi off guard. He watched him curiously.
Yugi was glad he'd stopped walking when they did or else he'd of missed a step and lost his balance. He was more than capable of working publicly, but he didn't have the time. He hardly had free time as is with catering to Kaiba, dating them, and keeping up with his private business. Even if time wasn't a factor, Kaiba did not like him working dancing in strip bars. He had made it very clear that he wanted nothing to do with dirty toys. Not getting the attention he needed drove his mad. It's why he started entertaining privately. Kaiba made the arrangements, and he saw to it that he personally screened each and every client. On a routine basis he would make sure that it met or exceeded his expectations. He tensed up for a brief second. He despised his need for Kaiba. He did his best to recompose himself as if he hadn't missed a beat. He shook his head and smiled, "I told you I have a lot of upper scale clientele. They wouldn't take kindly if they knew I was no longer exclusive."
Both Marik and Bakura caught the subtle changes in Yugi.
Yugi was thankful they settled for that. He knew he was already on razors edge with disaster. He was spending as much of his free time as he could with Bakura and Marik. It was a wonder Kaiba hadn't caught on. He knew though that it was only a matter of time before Kaiba called and he'd miss it, or wouldn't be available for his whims. It both excited and scared him.
"If you change your mind…" Bakura left it so that the offer was open ended. He pulled them both to him and put his arm around their waist. He slid a hand in each of their back pockets suggestively.
Marik knew Bakura would have plenty to say, maybe over a beer before bed or during breakfast. "Don't even think about it," he said as he felt Bakura squeeze his ass cheek.
Yugi chuckled, "I think he's already thought of it."
"Never," Bakura faked innocence. He was no where as good as Yugi.
Marik and Yugi both cozied up to Bakura.