The bar wasn't open yet and yet there sat Yugi. He wasn't facing like he wanted service. He was leaned back against the bar, elbows resting on it. Despite his legs being crossed and over all posture, he looked quite relaxed.

Bakura looked at Marik curiously. Then they heard Yugi jingle the keys he'd taken from them a couple months ago.

Yugi grinned at them innocently even if he was anything but that. "I thought about what you asked. I'll do it. But only one night a week and only behind the bar." He felt he could get away with it. Working behind the counter couldn't possibly be considered work that would make him dirty- after all no one was going to see any more of him than they would on the streets. He knew what Kaiba's busiest days were, and if he got a call he could slip away for a 'lunch break'. When Kaiba worked late he only left the office for an hour at the most, giving him only half of that time so that he could use the rest to return to the office pristine. He mentally rolled his eyes. He knew more about Kaiba than he cared to admit.

Bakura wanted to ask why he'd changed his mind but decided against it. "Sounds good." He gave a simple smile. He wrapped his arm around Marik's waist and pulled him close. "Means we get little extra time with him that won't involve shoving or slamming."

"You are insufferable," Marik glared at Bakura."I look forward to seeing what you can do Yugi." If his bar tending was anything like his dancing and cooking they were in for a treat, and so were the patrons.

"I can assure you I can work circles around the best and earn twice their tips." Yugi couldn't help but to be cocky. He prided himself on being the best After all he had to be for Kaiba. He held up the menu. "I already memorized it." He stood up and stretched. "I can start tonight or next week, same day."

Marik glanced from the menu to Yugi, "It looks like you already planned on starting tonight." There wasn't much else to give away that he came to work. He always dressed and played the part. Even after sex he could make himself look like he'd never been tousled.

"That settles that then. I could use a break from being behind the counter." Bakura sat next to Yugi.

"Other than me he doesn't trust people when it comes to money. It's a former thief thing I guess," Marik laughed. "So, we usually work the bar ourselves." He patted Yugi's shoulder. "Go ahead work circles around us. We both could use the break even if it's only one night a week."

Yugi was almost reminded of Kaiba when Marik patted his shoulder. He wondered briefly what his reaction would have been if it had been a grip instead of a pat. He grinned, "I love a good challenge."

"Looks like you may be sitting next to me Marik," Bakura grinned

"That was some show you put on." Bakura had noticed it throughout the night. Yugi kept up with catering to each and every client- he knew when to tease, please, and console. There was not one complaint. He was flawless.

"I'll say." Marik grinned wistfully. When ever the bar had been nearly bursting with gentlemen Yugi would unbutton his shirt a little and ask if it was hot or just him. After fanning himself he'd take a moment to dance to what ever song was playing. Afterward, he'd wink as he blew a kiss at them.

"It really wasn't much." Yugi chuckled. It was a piece of cake for him. His clients expected drinks, dinner, and a show. It had taken him a few years to get anywhere near good. Now it was just second nature to him. Having spent so much time honing his craft meant he was of more use to Kaiba. There was just no getting away from him.

"Not much?!" Bakura was flabbergasted. Marik and himself had been to plenty of bars. There weren't many who had a bartender with as much flare as Yugi. "Not only did you take care of the bar you made sure those on stage were also taken care of."

"We are here to entertain gentlemen and an occasional lady." Yugi walked toward the stage. He took hold of the pole and casually swung himself around. "When I was dancing in bars if it was consensual I'd get frisky and dance with other entertainers. Anything to make the show better. Better show, better money," he winked.

"I wish you weren't so exclusive. I'd love to see that kind of show." Marik sighed wistfully.

"If it wasn't for…" Yugi caught himself and stopped. He really did miss dancing in front of large crowds of gentlemen nightly. However, when it came down to it he enjoyed when Kaiba pushed him against a hard surface- when he was forcefully made to do things. He couldn't get off any other way. It may look non consensual, but it was. Kaiba didn't approve of seedy bars because he considered them to all be dirty. Him dancing privately for small crowds of people Kaiba screened was worth the small sacrifice.

"For what?" Bakura inquired.

"Doesn't mater." Yugi continued to spin idly around the pole. Thinking of Kaiba made him feel him on his skin. He knew his every touch, every grip. He knew every sound he'd make, every breath he'd take. He wasn't a betting man, but he'd wager that he knew more about him than anyone in this world- even better than he knew his own self.

Both Bakura and Marik knew they'd lost their chance yet again. Yugi slipped up on occasion but quickly caught himself- and when he did he guarded that slip up zealously.

Yugi felt his back pocket buzz, he didn't need to answer. 'Think of the devil,' he thought to himself. It was later than usual. He wondered who had angered Kaiba- the angrier the better. "Well boys this carriage is about to turn into a pumpkin." He made a yawn look convincing as he left the stage, and sauntered to the door. "Call me." He winked, and blew them a kiss.

"Want to follow him?" Marik asked once he'd heard the click of the lock.

"If it's as we think then he's learned Kaiba's tricks… it won't do us any good." Bakura irritably ran his fingers through hair. "Fuck!" He angrily kicked one of the chairs. "Did we seriously unknowingly invite Kaiba into our bed."

"I'm plenty entertained without adding a fourth." Marik stood behind Bakura and rubbed his shoulders suggestively. "But if we did I'm sure we could scare the fuck out of him. We can do things to him he can't even imagine in his wildest dreams." He chuckled.

"And you say I'm the sick mother fucker." Bakura's eyes narrowed dangerously thin as he smirked proudly.

"Who said I was the one to do those things. I'd just choke the mother fucker." He shrugged his shoulders and walked off to the broom closet. "Place is clean enough for government work. Let's go to bed- you can work out your frustrations there." He looked over his shoulder and had a look to match Bakura's.

Bakura didn't need to hear the suggestion twice. "It will be your fault tonight when you scream like a bitch in heat." He yanked the cleaning supplies from Marik and all but threw them in the closet. He then proceeded to drag him upstairs unceremoniously.

"You're such a brute," Marik teased accusingly.