AN: Oi, where to start? Umm, honestly I've been putting off putting this one up...idk how I feel about it...def not my best. Yeah, hope it doens't suck too bad. I don't own Yu Gi Oh. Um, enjoy? Thanks for reading as always, and as always all your reviews and appreciated and welcome!

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16. Confrontation

"Do I know you?"

The figure at the bar turned and quirked an eyebrow, a lazy smirk grew slowly on his lips.

"That's a bad line, even for a place like this." He gave a wave of a hand at the dingy atmosphere of the third-rate bar; his voice was smooth and controlled, and gave off the impression of being lower than it really was.

The handsome young man before him shook his head, wide eyes narrowed in a focused gaze. "It would be if I was hitting on you, but I mean it. I think I know you from somewhere."

Pale, creamy skin bunched together on the man's forehead as he furrowed his brows in concentration. The man at the bar leaned back slightly to appraise the other man with far less innocent intentions; his smirk expanded into a leer.

"No, I don't think so. I don't think I could forget someone like you," voice ripe with Freudian intonation he let his eyes rove up and down the small frame in a blatantly obvious manner, visually disrobing him of his form-fitting black jacket and tight, dark pants; his eyes lingered at the multiple belts as though he was thinking of every single one of their potential uses.

"Yami," he stuck out his hand in greeting.

The young man shivered but stood his ground; uncrossing his arms over his chest to meet the extended hand with his own. He raised an eyebrow of his in turn. "Now that, is a bad line," he retorted.

"But it's working, judging by that delightful shade of red you're sporting anyway," he replied, his voice husky and low.

The young man's hand twitched like he was fighting himself to keep from pulling it back. "Yuugi," the young man finally answered; voice hesitant.

Yami released the hand and gestured to the empty seat next to him.

"Well then Yuugi, let's get to know each other, since we don't already."

With great reluctance, and a very weary look at the seat, Yuugi sat down cautiously; his body remained entirely too tense.

Yami pretended not to see it. He waved the bartender over so he could quickly subdue his companion's anxieties with a steady stream of alcohol.

He had been following this boy for weeks; he was not about to let this opportunity slip.

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