A/N: Written by Akiko Kuro Ookami and CapicornKitty1975. Edited by myself. I have permission to upload to FFN on behalf of the Authors.

Chapter 4

Akefia was at work early the next morning, worried over what he did. He could easily get sexual harassment charges and lose his studio. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Akefia swore. How did he let himself lose his cool?

Although no charges were assigned to him. Atem walked into the studio a few minutes before time like usual. He felt a little awkward around Akefia due to what happened between them the other night.

"Atem, could I see you for a minute?" Akefia called from his office.

"Oh, sure," replied Atem, wondering what the boss could want from him, getting up to head into Akefia's office.

Akefia shut the door, staying carefully away from Atem. "Look...I am sorry for the other day. It was unprofessional. If you want to file charges, I understand." Akefia's normally proud head hung low. He was poised to lose it all, again.

Atem chuckled lightly, stepping closer, having Akefia look up at him, "Why do you think that would happen? I'm not sorry about what occurred the other night."

Akefia looked up. "Really? Are you saying that cause I am your boss or because you are actually attracted to me?"

"Both," he replied without hesitation.

Akefia gave a sideways smile. "Look, let me contract this film out. Then maybe I can take you on a date?"

"Sounds good," he let him go, looking forward to actually going out with Akefia.

About then his phone buzzed. Akefia grinned, picking up his phone.

The text said "meet me for lunch. G"

Atem had left Akefia's office, pulling out his phone. He grimaced, wondering how this would go with relaying information to the chief. He had heard some of the other officers on the force had been laid off due to certain issues interfering with their work when they should be professional. Luckily for Atem, the only thing he had to worry about would be keeping it in his pants for what he wanted from Akefia.

When he met Gozaburo for lunch, Gozaburo made no qualms. "Any information yet on this Akefia? You'd think he thought of himself as Prince or Cher with this damn one name shit going on."

"Aside from the tame stuff, he is proven to have been doing some porn and snuff films," informed Atem, knowing he's probably betraying Akefia in the process, but in the end he has his duty to uphold the law whether he likes it or not.

"Do you have the films or you seen it yourself?" Gozaburo drilled.

"Saw it myself," replied Atem. "I'll see if I can get my hands on them when I gain his trust."

"Good. We will need hard evidence against this bastard. He manages to wiggle out every time." Gozaburo nodded, paid, and left.

"Yeah, I know," grumbled Atem, looking down, uncertain of his next move as he decided to stay there to finish up his meal, wondering if he's the right man to be meddling with this and someone else's heart if Akefia chose to be with him in that way.

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Bakura grabbed a cigarette, lighting it. He was in the alley, waiting for his supplier.

As the man walked into view, Bakura walked into the room.

A man with shoulder length obsidian hair and crimson eyes waited there. He has pale skin too, wearing all black. He had been waiting for when Bakura would arrive. He had what he would supply him with which are meat, the drugs, and cigarettes.

"Good, you finally decided to arrive," smirked Zorc. "It's about time."

"Busy." Bakura replied around the cigarette. "Got my shit?"

"Whatever," shrugged Zorc, handing over the hefty parcel. "Yes, all you need is in there."

"Hnn." He nodded, handing over the cash.

Accepting the money, Zorc pushed the hefty parcel into Bakura's grasping reach while he pocketed the cash in his leather jacket, "I'll see you again when you run out."

Bakura nodded and headed off.

Zorc counted the money, noticing he had the right amount. He nodded once, knowing he could trust his customer. All he cared about in his business aside from getting caught is ensuring others have their fix.

"You could use some of that money at Malik's bar and buy me a drink before I start." A teal headed man said from the shadows.

"I know. Just wanted to make sure the pet paid the right amount first," replied Zorc, smirking at the indirect way of asking to go out, but he liked it, pocketing it he stood. "Alright then, let's go, shall we?"

The teal man smirked and walked by Zorc. "Being a good pet?"

"For the most part, he is," confirmed Zorc, smirking lightly in response as the two walked out the back way from the meeting spot to head to Malik's bar.

"Too bad he has those pesky cops around." Purred Dartz

"Mmm, true," murmured Zorc in agreement as they walked.

Walking into the bar, Dartz nodded at Malik, sliding into a barstool. He was part of the entertainment here, but his shift wasn't for another hour.

Malik knew this of course. He raised his brows when seeing Dartz brought company with him. He filled two mugs before sliding them over to the two men before going back to catering to the other people in the bar portion of the tavern. Zorc sat beside Dartz, taking a sip from his glass. He doesn't mind alcohol, but it's not his favorite thing in the world.

"Soo...are we going to continue this cat and mouse game?" Dartz asked, looking up from his lashes at Zorc.

"Heh, depends if you get tired of it," he replied, glancing over at him. "Are you the cat? I had no idea we were playing a game..."

"I would never presume to be the predator with you, Zorc. I have known you way too long to underestimate you..." Dartz fluttered his eyes.

"Heh, good," smirked Zorc, secretly testing him to see if he remembered. "Well, to answer your question, when does your shift start?"

"In about 50 minutes." Dartz replied, after looking at his phone.

"And when do you get off?" he inquired, a plan forming in mind as he already knew what he wanted to spend his money on if the time allotted for him to do so that is.

"Depends how many I have booked. My ass can only take so many, ya know." He winked at Zorc.

"Heh, what if you only have one person tonight?" asked Zorc with a sly smile.

Dartz raised an eyebrow. "Depends on who that one person is, I guess." A smirk crossed his face, too.

"Well, I do have the funds to pay you for the night," murmured Zorc, knowing this would be good.

"I'll let you talk to my boss. Hey, Malik...c'mere." Dartz smiled.

"Yeah?" asked the blonde, turning his attention to one of his best man whores in the brothel.

"How much for one person for the night?" He asked, cutting his eyes to Zorc

"Hmmm, usually about five hundred," replied Malik.

Hearing this, Zorc pulled out the right amount of cash before handing it over, "There, that's for the night."

Malik raised a brow, "Well, that's...good then. Have fun."

The blonde pocketed the cash before going about his business. He shook his head, guessing those two were crazy for each other or something. Rarely, did anyone pay out for the entire night.

Dartz smirked. "Well, you wanna go up to a room, or go someplace else? You paid, he doesn't care."

"Are the beds comfortable up there?" he questioned, wondering which would be better for both of their comfort to fuck on.

"Eh, they're pretty good.

Zorc grabbed his hand, taking him upstairs to an unoccupied room. When the door closed, he pinned him against it before kissing him heatedly, pressing himself against the teal haired man.

Dartz wrapped a leg around Zorc. He had wanted this for several years...hell, since he first met Zorc. He just hadn't had the nerve until today. He hadn't been ready to face rejection until today...

Zorc had wanted to have this beautiful specimen of a man for a very long time. He hadn't feared rejection, but he had wanted to wait until the right moment to do so. He also wanted to make sure he had enough to pay for a night with him, but then again he also knew he could have Dartz at any time he pleased. He still had wanted to be patient until he felt it had been right. Zorc wrapped his arms around him, but his hands eventually began to wander over Dartz's body. He parted from his mouth when they both needed to breathe.

Dartz looked at him, hooded eyes studying the man. "Damn." That's all he could say.

"Indeed," breathed out Zorc in agreement, staring back as his own eyes were dark with lust and passion.

Dartz pulled Zorc toward the bed.

Zorc moved away, stripping in front of him before sitting on the bed. He stared at him, waiting for Dartz to join him.

Dartz smirked, stripping his clothing off slowly, teasingly. He crawled on the bed behind Zorc, wrapping his arms around Zorc and kissing his neck as he worked on those muscles as well.

"Mmm, that feels nice," purred Zorc, leaning into the other man's touch.

Dartz smiled, working on the neck muscles.

Zorc relaxed, enjoying the feeling of the other man's hands on his flesh, "Mmm, your hands are rather talented."

"Well, I did go to masseuse school, but had to quit."

"Why?" he asked curiously.

"Ran out of money." Dartz shrugged, intentionally leaving out what he had to spend money on.

"Ever want to go back?" asked Zorc.

"What, and give up my marginal existence as a sex toy?" Dartz smirked in response, running his hands down to work on the muscles in Zorc's back.

"Mmm, perhaps, but you're more than that to me," purred Zorc in response, arching his back slightly as he felt completely relaxed.

Dartz smiled, a genuine smile. Zorc was a bad ass drug lord...and evil...and had put out a bunch of hits. But Dartz had known him when he was a young man and he believed in love. And he loved Zorc. He was an idiot, he knew. "Lay on the bed and I will finish the massage." Dartz purred quietly.

Zorc knew of this though. He had known Dartz for such a long time. He did feel love towards him which is why he doesn't see Dartz as just someone to fuck. He lay down as instructed.

Dartz straddled Zorc, working on the tight muscles. "Why are you so tight?" Dartz grunted, working on a stiff muscle.

"I never really went to anyone before to work out the tension... Perhaps, it built up over time," he mused, relaxing his muscles in his back to make it easier for him.

Dartz nodded. After finishing working on Zorc's back, he got off of him. "Turn over on your back please." Dartz winked.

"Heh, don't have to ask me twice," he teased in response, rolling over onto his back.

About then, there was a loud banging on the door followed by Bakura's voice screaming for Zorc to get the fuck out there

Zorc sighed, at least putting his pants back on, going to see what he wanted, opening the door, he leaned against it, "Yeah, what?"

"Who the fuck turned my runner in?" Bakura was seething, his eyes glinted crazily. He had texted Marik after he found out as he went to the bar.

"Your guess is as good as mine, Touzoku," replied Zorc, having no idea. "I didn't rat him out."

"Who the fuck would? He's the best damn runner I got." His face was getting splotched with anger.

"First off, cool your jets. You're starting to blotch up," said Zorc simply, willing to help Bakura through this even though he's a little impatient it interrupted his alone time with Dartz. "Secondly, think about your enemies. Narrow it down and then you'll figure it out. You're smart enough."

Bakura looked at Zorc, nodding. Turning on his heel, he went downstairs as Zorc's phone went off. Dartz sighed, handing the phone to Zorc; face down so Dartz couldn't see.

Zorc sat down on the bed, answering it. Though while he did so he made sure to stroke Dartz cock while attending to business.

Dartz shivered as he rubbed Zorc's shoulders. "Zorc...uh, there was a raid." It was Rafael's voice.

"I see," mused Zorc, squeezing the head of Dartz's cock tenderly before stroking back from the hilt to the head of it. "Well, what's lost can be regained. Run a security check too. Someone has tried ratting out Bakura's runner."

Dartz twitched, gripping on Zorc's arms as he bent down, biting on Zorc's shoulder to stifle his moans.

"Anything else?" asked Zorc, a smirk evident on his features, but not in his voice while he continues his ministrations.

"No, sir. I am on it." The phone clicked off.

Stowing the phone away after turning it off, he turned his attention to Dartz, "Now, where were we?"

Dartz looked at Zorc, eyes dark with lust. "You were about to put your dick in my mouth."

"Heh, I think that's the other way around, love," purred Zorc, leaning down to give a long lick to Dartz's shaft.

Dartz bucked, shivering, gripping the sheets, a loud moan coming from his mouth.

He liked hearing the sounds Dartz made. Giving a few more long licks to his shaft, he eventually took him inside of his mouth. Zorc sucked on his cock, looking up at Dartz with a hooded look filled with lust and passion for the man he loves.

Dartz kept bucking. He couldn't believe this was happening. He would have to thank Mal for giving him the courage to try.

Zorc continued with his ministrations, pulling him out of his mouth before he had been about to release, moving to grab some lube to place on his own.

"There's something I never told you before," said Zorc while lubing up.

Dartz looked back at him as he got up on all fours. "Yes?" He whispered.

"I love you."

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Meanwhile, back at Bakura's house, Yami hung out with Yugi in the bedroom. The two had been playing cards with a quiet air about them. The two were trying to get used to the new arrangement.

"Hey, I gotta do a run real quick. I will be back soon, okay?" Yugi asked, getting up and putting on a hoodie.

"Be safe," said Yami, wondering what he's up to.

Yugi nodded. Leaving, he sighed unhappily. He had messed things up, so he had to make them right. He didn't understand the draw he had to Yami...but it was there, at least on his side. Walking to the alley, he waited...

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About three hours after Yugi left, there was a text on Yami's phone.

Yami pulled out his phone, wondering who could be texting him. Only a few people had his number.

"Great job! You should have told me. Come get your badge and gun. G"

Another ding went off. This was from Joey.

"Meet me at Malik's. Got ltr 4 u."

Sighing, Yami decided to get up. He'd head to Malik's bar first. He didn't trust Gozaburo after getting laid off from the force. He wouldn't gladly accept going back right away. It would take more than a simple text saying to come back with no reason behind it. He guessed there is one, but he didn't know what it could be. A few moments later, he walked into Malik's bar.

"Joey?" he asked, glancing around to see if he could find the blonde.

Joey was at the corner of the bar, having just came in himself. "Hey Yami. Yug' gave me dis letter ta give to ya." Joey had met Yami about six months ago when Yami had worked a call with Joey's drunken dad. He handed an envelope to Yami.

Yami accepted the envelope in his hands. He opened it, wondering what could've happened to him. He needed to question Joey after reading the letter.

"Dear Yami,

I am so sorry for getting you kicked off the force. I set it up so that you caught me and got your job back, since I am the best runner for B. I hope you can forgive me. I'm just trying to make things right.

Yugi."

Joey watched Yami read the letter. When Yami was done, Joey grabbed the letter back and shoved it in his mouth, swallowing it.

"Sorry, Yug's orders." Joey shrugged, waving for a beer.

Malik came over, giving it to him, "Sorry to hear about what happened. If I were you, I'd go after him..."

"Right," nodded Yami, a determined gleam in his eyes before heading off to the police headquarters to sort this all out, hoping he'd be able to save Yugi before he's locked up somewhere out of his reach.

Gozaburo nodded as Yami came back in. "Sennen, good to have you back."

"I'm not coming back. I came here to get Yugi out of this," said Yami simply, glaring at him. "I can't exactly trust you when you knew it'd happen eventually that I'd use again."

Gozaburo looked confused. "I got the evidence and statements. You weren't using, you were acting like you were using, using that fake skin, to catch the runners. Yugi confessed, and we've put him in jail. We found the fake skin in your office."

"If it's in my office then I didn't do it. He's lying," said Yami in an icy tone, knowing he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he left Yugi in jail.

Gozaburo looked confused. "He fits the description, and he confessed. You wanna see him?" Gozaburo held out his badge to Yami.

He reluctantly accepted the badge, but not the gun. He went to the jail, not giving one glance back. He went to the one Yugi's in, stepping up in front of it, glaring at him lightly.

Yugi looked smaller in the black and white stripes. Seeing Yami and seeing the badge, his face broke into a huge smile. "I knew you would get your job back!" He beamed at Yami, coming up and grabbing the bars.

"Yeah, but I don't like it you lied," said Yami, staring down at him.

"I...I didn't lie." Yugi whimpered. "I'm a drug runner." Gulping, Yugi looked down. "Besides, you love your job."

"I used to until I met you," admitted Yami softly.

Yugi looked up. "I...I just wanted to make things right." He whispered

"I know Yugi," he sighed.

"I'll be okay. I'll make parole in a few years." Yugi put on a brave face.

"I'll see what I can do to get you out," promised Yami.

Yugi smiled. "There's a letter for my brother in my property. Can you get it to him? He works for the police too. His name is Atem."

"Oh, I know him actually. We were in the academy together," Yami gave a small smile. "But I'll make sure I get him the letter."

"Thanks." Yugi smiled.

"No problem. Just hang in there," said Yami, giving him a worried look before heading off to retrieve the letter, knowing Bakura's going to be pissed when he finds out what happened to Yugi.

About then Bakura stormed into the station. "Who the fuck I gotta talk to about bonding my friend out?" He glared around, wondering where the hell Marik was.

Right then, Atem had come out of the chief's office to report in, hearing Bakura as he approached, "What happened?"

"Some fucker arrested your fucking brother." Bakura seethed.

"What the hell?" growled Atem, fists clenched at hearing this news.

Just then, Yami came around the corner to see the two men seething, "Um, apparently he turned himself in. 'Tem, this is for you."

He gave Atem the letter Yugi had told him to give him.

"Atem,

I fucked up and caused Yami to lose his job. I am trying to make it right. Please explain to B. I have no history, so hopefully I will get probation or parole in a bit. I love you.

Yugi."

Atem sighed, a wry smile on his lips, "Well, it seems Yugi turned himself in trying to do the right thing. Yami, I'll need your help to make sure he gets out sooner than expected."

"Right," agreed Yami.

"You fuckhead." Bakura launched himself at Yami, swinging.

Yami caught his wrist, "I didn't do anything, bitch."

Bakura head butted Yami. "Fuck you. You're at my house, then Yugi's in jail? Not a fucking coincidence." He snarled.

Yami sighed, "Look, I had been laid off beforehand due to using heroin again. Then, Yugi confessed because he felt guilty. In his own way, he's trying to make things right."

"Let it go, Touzoku," warned Atem. "It's six months for attacking an officer, you know."

Bakura spit on the floor and stomped out. He stomped back to Malik's, growing angrier every minute.

A pair of bronze arms wrapped around him from behind, obviously Marik since he normally would stay with his older brother Malik majority of the time, "Hey, what's caused you to be such a grumpy kitten? Want to talk about it?"

Bakura shrugged angrily out of Marik's grasp. "Fuckin Yugi is in jail!" He roared.

Marik frowned, "Well, shit. Sorry, I didn't know."

"I fuckin figures you didn't. I don't take you as a rat or I wouldn't be with you. Fuuuuuuuuck!"

Joey rolled his eyes as he heard Bakura. Looking at Marik, he sighed. "Dis is Bakura on a bad day. He's fuckin nuts. Sorry."

Marik rolled his eyes, "Living in a tomb taught me not to snitch because if we did then we'd have a snake bite us and wouldn't be sucked out until near death. So, eah I'm not the type."

Bakura growled. Joey shook his head and handed two beers to Marik as he stepped behind the bar, with a "We will move in with you. So I start now?"

"Yep," nodded Marik, downing his drink in one gulp. "It's better working here than out there in my opinion. At least it's family that I work for now. So, it's better in that regard too."

Joey looked confused. "You are a cop?"

Malik grinned, "Well, he works here during the night. It's to ensure we keep our deal. He works the upstairs gig though. Our deal is if he works here he doesn't rat me out and I don't send him back to Egypt."

Marik shrugged, "It's better than being back there..."

"Yep, besides I promised Ishizu I'd keep you out of trouble," he said, pouring more drinks for the rest of the people in the tavern.

Joey shook his head. Bakura glared at that. "Wait? What the fuck? Marik aint fuckin anyone but me!"

Malik narrowed his eyes at Bakura, "Are you aware of my little brother's condition? I had no idea he's in a committed relationship."

Marik averted his eyes nervously, "Um, well I was going to tell you..."

"Well, if Bakura says he can only fuck you then he'll need to pay up," replied the psychopath.

Bakura got up in Malik's face. "No I don't know about Marik's condition and he doesn't know about mine...that takes fucking time shitmonk." Bakura snarled. Joey sighed.

"Do I need to be a bouncer instead?" Joey wondered aloud.

"Heh, I don't have rules about how many jobs someone has here," Malik told him simply. "So, if you want to be a bouncer go ahead."

Marik grabbed Bakura's arm in a gentle grip, "Let it go, 'Kura. He's just trying to look out for me, you know, like a good brother does. He's insane, but he does mean well."

"I fuckin am too, fuck!" Bakura allowed himself to be led off.

"Yeah, I know," murmured Marik softly.

Bakura sat down, head in his hands.

"Have you visited your brother recently?" asked Marik gently, not wanting to provoke him.

"No. He doesn't want to see me. How the fuck you know about my brother?"

"We're friends," he answered simply, placing a hand on Bakura's shoulder. "How do you know that he doesn't want to see you? Did you do something wrong?"

"Not the day, today Marik." Bakura growled warningly.

"Oh, ok," nodded Marik, backing off.

"Let's go to your place." Bakura growled

"Sure," shrugged Marik, leading the way. "My siblings will be there though. I guess now's better than later to introduce you."

"Fuck...then let's go to a hotel. I can't fucking go home, but I can't be the fuck around people." Bakura pulled out a cigarette, lighting it, Yugi in those stripes haunting his thoughts.

"Why? Afraid of meeting my siblings?" he teased, a small grin on his lips.

"No. I fucking let Yugi down and can't fuckin deal with it, okay?" Bakura looked pretty bad, even for Bakura. He pulled out his phone, texting something before putting his phone in his pocket.

Marik hugged him, uncertain of what else to do for him, "Look, I'll see what I can do to help, ok?"

Bakura nodded miserably. "Fine, well go meet your da...your family." A ding went off on his phone. He read it, face impassive. "Lead the way." He said as he stowed away his phone.

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About five minutes later, Akefia stormed into the police station, walking past the office Atem was in. "Where do I go to bond someone out?" He growled impatiently, pissed his brother put him in this predicament.

"Over here," said Yami, going to a different office than the one Atem is in, knowing the other's job to ensure he's not found out.

Akefia huffed, pulling out a pen and his wallet. "What's the bond? I thought they said something about $50,000 cash only?"

"It's about one of the runners being found," replied Yami, accepting the cash, making sure it's the right amount. "Yep, that'd be it. Bakura will expect him back in twenty-four hours."

"Yea. I am hand delivering him." Akefia grunted.

"Ah, I see," mused Yami, grabbing the keys before heading to the holding cells.

Yugi was sitting, slouched. He had his head in his hands as another burly male was eyeing him.

"Your bail has been paid," said Yami as he approached, unlocking Yugi's cell, giving a harsh glare towards the other man in the cell. "You're free to go, Motou."