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Chapter List
- 17
- 18
- 19
Disclaimer - I'm not making any money off of this, and I don't own any of the characters. However, the plot line and the clubs are all mine!

Author's Notes - Well . . . many of you have been wondering what Malik has been up to . . . here you go. Things are about to get . . . dark. Enjoy, and
review.

Chapter 18 - In The Shadows

Malik growled under his breath as he walked into Riptides, an exclusive members only club that catered to the darker side of human sexuality. It was one
of favofavorite places . . . or had been until this shit with Marik had come up. His little toy was quite the popular one around here . . . which is why he
hadn't wanted to come. Inevitably, the question of his missing toy would come up, and he didn't want to answer that. But he needed a certain individual's
help, and Riptides was the only place where he could get in contact with him.
"I need to see Pegasus," he snarled without preamble to the waiting receptionist, not even noticing the black cat suit she was encased in. Usually, a toy like
that would have had him riled up and ready to pounce on Marik in a heartbeat . . . but his toy wasn't here, and he was trying to get him back.
"The Master is busy, Mr. Inoto. Can I interest you in anyone else?" She gasped as he slapped her.
"Maybe you didn't hear me, bitch," he growled, violet eyes narrowing dangerously. "I said, I need to see Pegasus . . . now! You can either run and go tell
him I'm here, or I can go find him myself, but I need to see him right away and I am not going to wait." She nodded shakily and scrambled off through the
black curtains of the doorway. She was back within moments.
"Master Pegasus will see you now," she said haltingly, refusing to meet his eyes. He smiled coldly, reaching out and taking her lips in a bruising kiss, biting
down on her bottom lip to draw blood.
"Thank you," he murmured, pushing her away and striding through the doorway toward's Pegasus' office. He opened the door carelessly, stalking into
the black and white office and sinking down into a chair before meeting Pegasus gaze.
"I assume this is important, Malik?" he asked, his effeminate voice instantly grating over Malik's ner "Yo "You interrupted some very . . . important . . .
business." Malik rolled his eyes, meeting the man's single eye straight on.
"Sorry I stopped you in the middle of play, Pegasus, but I think after all the contributions I've made to your fold, you can handle it," he said. "I need your
help."
"With what?" Pegasus asked, folding his long fingered hands on the desk before him. "If it's hiding you from the police, I can't do that here. We're
already skirting the fringes of allowable conduct as it is."
"Not with those fucking pissant police," Malik said, leaning forward. "They couldn't find their ass in a fully lit room with both hands. No . . . this is much
more important. I need your help getting my little toy Marik back."
"And just what do you want me to do?"
"Simple . . . I just need a couple of your goons to grab a certain someone . . . I'll handle the rest." He outlined his plan quickly, drawing a smirk from the
thin man behind the desk.
"I think that can easily be done . . ." Pegasus murmured finally. "You realize . . .I'm going to want repayment." Malik nodded.
"You can have your pick of my toys, with the exception of the three new ones I hope to be acquiring," Malik said. "Those three are mine, and mine alone
. . . although I might let you have Bakura once I'm done with him."
"You have a deal, Malik Inoto. You had better live up to your end of the bargain."

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Yami found it increasingly hard not to grin behind the bar as he worked Monnighnight. His life was going great . . . his love life was simply spectacular . . .
and Jou and Mai had finally decided to move in together, in preparation for what Jou laughing said was 'the next step'. Yami knew what that meant . . .
Jou was thinking about marrying Mai, and Yami was all for it. His friend deserved the happiness Mai would give him.
Jou smacked him upside the back of the head as he passed behind him on the way to a customer.
"Would you stop grinning like a loon?" he said, exasperated. "You'd think I'd proposed to you with how big that smile is!"
"Oh baby . . . and I never even suspected," Yami simpered, drawing several chuckles from the patrons around the bar. Jou just rolled his amber eyes, his
hair flopping into his eyes carelessly as he shook his head at his friend's antics.
"Something sure has you in a good mood," he murmured.
"Why shouldn't I be in a good mood?" Yami asked, crimson eyes twinkling. "I've got two wonderful loves, my cousin finally found his partner, my
house is in absolute mayhem, and I'm loving every damn minute of it." Jou snorted.
"You sound like a love struck kid . . ." he said. "But seriously . . . bud, I've never seen you this happy before. I'm happy for you, man." Yami smiled,
delivering a drink to a customer before replying.
"Thank you, Jou. I just . . . I can't believe how lucky I suddenly am. Bakura and Marik are more than I could ever have hoped for . . . and Ryou is such a
great kid, him and Yugi are perfect for each other. I can't think of anything else I'd rather have in the world right now, to be honest." He examined Jou for
a minute before a smirk crossed his features. "Well . . . actually, I can think of one thing. You, out of those pants and suddenly gay." Jou nearly dropped
the drink he was working on, turning around to look at his friend, gaping like a landed fish. Yami laughed, crimson eyes tearing up as he took in Jou's
dumbfounded expression.
He had to admit he wasn't quite yanking Jou's chain. Jou was wearing all black tonight . . . an abnormal color for him, but one that highlighted the amber
color of his eyes and the lighter streaks of blonde in his unruly hair. Skin tight black leather pants, and a velvet shirt that was unbuttoned all the way down
to where it was tucked in, allowing the light of the club to glint off the nipple rings he'd had done right before he met Mai. He was also wearing a choker
tonight . . . what Yami had laughingly dubbed his 'dog' collar. It was a completely submissive piece of work . . . including a ring in the front for a chain to
be attached. Actually, Mai and he had shown up at work tonight with a chain on it . . . which had sent their group of friends into fits of laughter. Jou was
never going to live down his nickname PuppPuppy' now.
"Sorry Jou," Yami gasped out finally, clutching at his aching side. "I couldn't resist . . . and if you could just see your face!"
"You're a royal bastard, bud," Jou muttered, but he was smiling all the same. It was good to see Yami in such a playful mood . . . his friend had been
through hell recently, and this was the Yami he'd come to know in highschool, before the bar incident had scared him and put that laughter into hiding
behind closed doors and careful emotions. "Hey," he said, as he looked around at the crowd, "I don't see Bakura around anywhere." Yami shrugged.
"He said something about him and Marik having a surprise for me," he murmured. "I haven't the foggiest idea as to what those two are up to . . . you
think I'm bad, you should see them when they put their heads together. They're down right demonic." He still remembered his heart attack of the night
before . . . he'd come home from an errand to find both his lovers, and his cousin and Ryou, around the kitchen table . . . drinking, talking, and playing
strip poker. He'd nearly died on the spot . . . especially wa nea nearly naked Ryou had gotten up and pulled him into a startled kiss before returning to the
game. He knew they had put Ryou up to it . . . although they vehemently denied it. They simply weren't going to let him live down the fact that Ryou had
gotten him flustered all to hell.
Of course, then there was the sign they had put on his bedroom door this morning. 'Yami's Sex Ed. Class. Please have an appointment before coming to
see the Master.' He'd nearly died choking on that one . . . especially since Duke had decided to play along and asked for an appointment when Yami had
shown up in the kitchen with the sign clutched in one hand. He still hadn't figured out who's idea the sign had been . . . although he suspected it had been
his cousin.
Shaking his head, he chuckled under his breath as he served another drink. His life had been turned upside down and inside out in a matter of weeks, and
he loved it. Marik and Bakura were everything he could ever have thought to ask for in his loves . . . they were spontaneous, adventurous, flexible, and
attentive to everything. He was actually having a hard time keeping up with the two of them, and they managed to tire him out more often than not. He was
having the time of his life . . . and he still couldn't figure out how it had all come about. It was like someone had heard his prayer in the hospital that night,
and granted him the miracle he'd asked for.
"Earth to Yami, come in Yami!" Duke said from the other side of the bar. Yami looked up, smiling at his friend before getting him a glass of water.
"Hey Duke," he said, handing the drink over. "How's it going at the door?"
"Same shit, different night," Duke murmured, taking a sip from the glass before sighing. "We've got a line halfway down the block still. Some good
looking people out there tonight too . . . I'm having trouble deciding which ones to let in, sm mam making Tristan do it for a bit." Yami laughed.
"Getting overwhelmed?" Duke nodded.
"Hell yeah," he replied. "Hey . . . where's Bakura?" By the smirk on Duke's face, it was pretty apparent to Yami that he knew what the surprise was that
the blonde and albino had up thier sleeves.
"I don't know . . .but maybe you should go ahead and tell me, since you do," Yami said, crimson meeting emerald over the counter top. Duke smiled and
shook his head.
"Oh no you don't . . . if I told you what they've got planned, they'd have my head." The ebony haired man leaned over the bar, his eyes laughing.
"You've got your hands full with those two, you know." Yami smiled and nodded.
"No kidding," he replied. "But you know what? I'm loving every damn minute of it." Duke laughed suddenly, a throaty chuckle that caused several of the
heads nearby to turn at the sexy sound.
"You deserve it, Yami," he murmured after a moment. "Our little 'sessions' were great . . . but I'd rather see you happy like this, and I could never
achieve that." Yami reached out to cup one cheek tenderly, stroking his thumb over the black line Duke had tatooed into his skin.
"Duke . . . you did make me happy," he said softly, his crimson eyes glowing warmly. "We had some great times together . . . and you'll always have a
special place in my heart, my friend." Duke nodded, leaning into the caress before turning to lay a teasing kiss in the lightly tanned palm.
"I'm just glad that we can remain friends," he whispered in reply. Yami smiled, tapping his cheek playfully in a mock slap before withdrawing.
"We'll always be friends, Duke," he said. "And who knows . . . with the way those two are going, I may have to share them with you one of these nights
just to keep them from tiring me out." Duke smiled, but shook his head.
"Somehow, I doubt that," he murmured . . . and then turned his attention to the stage as Delirium's 'Flowers Become Screens' began pulsing out of the
sound system. "Hey Yami . . . you might wanna watch this," he said over his shoulder. Yami looked up . . . and froze. Marik was on stage . . . and so was
Bakura, and they were both soaking wet. Latex shirts clung, glistening with droplets, to rippling muscles, arms completely bare except for the matching
Egyptian jewelry. Vinyl pants, erotically tight in all the right places, shifted and slid over smooth skin as the two danced together, a soft sprinkle of water
from above the stage
They were almost but not quite touching, close enough to brush but not doing so . . . and Yami simply could not take his eyes off them.

Soaks my skin
Through to the bone
Pain is nothing that a
downpour won't erase.

Duke reached over, tapping Yami's jaw to close it as the crimson eyed man stared with unabashed lust at his two lover's up against on stage. He had to
admit . . . the two were hot, and together, in the outfits they were in . . .yeah, he couldn't blame Yami for his reaction.
The dancer's were gazing into each other's eyes, fingers ghosting over skin without touching, water sliding down the material of their outfits in glistening
droplets. They merged together and then parted, dancing one to each side of the stage, only to draw closer again. Bakura was wearing black, Marik pure
white, making the dance simple and yet elegant . . . and completely and totally arousing.

Rain . . .
You can't hold on to it
A treasure you cannot frame
Rain . . .
Somehow I'm drawn to it
I feel engaged,
One and the same.

When heaven's dressing
Beads off my face
The pain is nothing that a
downpour won't erase.

The end of the song came way too soon as far as Yami was concerned, and he watched the two leave the stage to a crowd full of wolf-whistles and
cheering.
"Jou . . ." Yami murmured, his eyes never leaving the stage his lover's had just got off. Jou already knew what was coming.
"Yes, I can close up . . ." he replied . . . and then blinked as Yami was suddenly not there. He watched his friend sprint through the crowd towards the
back stage door, and shared a grin with Duke. It seemed Marik and Bakura had gotten the reaction they were hoping for after all.

*--------*--------*--------*--------*

Yami squirmed and twisted his way to the back exit, mumbling hasty apologies to anyone as he got there. Sliding through the black curtain, he took off at
a fast walk towards the dressing room, not really even seeing the people who got out of his way with amused grins on their faces.
He opened the dressing room door slowly . . . only to find Bakura and Marik apparantly waiting for his arrival. He shrugged mentally . . . who cared if they
had planned this? He stalked over to Marik, grabbing the blonde in a tight embrace before taking his lips in a hungry kiss, his hands pressing on the vinyl
clad form to bring their groins into what felt like a much needed contact.
He didn't hear the door close and lock behind him, Bakura smirking as he watched Yami's agitation getting the better of him.
Yami's fingers found the zipper at the back of Marik's white latex shirt, tugging it downwards hastily before pulling back to rid the tanned blonde of the
offending item. Once that was out of the way, he attacked the hard nubs of Marik's nipples hungrily, causing Marik to practically collapse back on the
dressing table, his hands full of Yami's hair as he moaned.
"Good god," Marik muttered, lacing his fingers through crimson strands . . . and then moaned loudly, his body bucking against Yami as the slighter man's
hand found his hard on and rubbed it through the slick vinyl pants. "Yami . . ." he whispered . . . and then gasped when Yami yanked at the material
urgently, managing to get it loose and sliding it over his hips before taking Marik's engorged member into his mouth. "Oh shit . . ."
Bakura watched it all in amusement, one hand absently rubbing at his own hard on. Marik motioned him nearer, taking Bakura's erection in his hand even
as he nearly lost his control when Yami swallowed around his length, humming slightly to increase the sensation.
He stopped pumping his white-haired lover when he suddenly found himself being pulled down onto Yami's lap . . . and impaled upon Yami's erection.
He gasped, feeling Yami slide home easily, filling him and completing him. His legs, now completely devoid of clothing, dangled over the arms of the chair
Yami had collapsed back into, opening him wide up for the intrusion.
Yami growled, feeling Marik's tight warmth around him, bucking his hips upwards to bury himself in that tight heat as he heard Marik swear under his
breath, his voice hoarse. Turning his head, he pulled Bakura into him with one arm, taking the other man's erection into his mouth and sucking at it as he
set a pace with Marik, one hand resting on the blonde's spine to steady him as he pushed in and out of him.
Bakura let his head fall back on to his shoulder's as Yami sucked and nipped at him while Marik rode Yami, one hand resting lightly on Marik's shoulder
to keep himself upright. All of them were wound tighter then springs after the stage performance, and their release wasn't long in coming.
Yami drank in Bakura's cum even as he lost his own within Marik, feeling Marik's seed spill over his half open linen shirt at the same time. He leaned back,
his head falling over the chair as he released Bakura, licking his lips to get the last drops, his eyes closed as he rode out the last of the powerful orgasm.
"I take it you liked our surprise," Bakura murmured hoarsely as he retrieved a towel from nearby and cleaned Marik and Yami up. Marik was resting with
his elbows against the dressing table, holding himself up with his own head resting against the mirror. Crimson eyes cracked open slowly, hazy with release
to meet his own chocolate ones.
"Hmmm . . . you think?" he murmured . . . and then bucked into Marik, causing the blonde to gasp again and open his own eyes. "I'm not done with the
two of you yet . . ." he whispered, a smile playing across his lips as wide lavender eyes met his own. "Just wait until we get home and I can get you both
into bed."
Bakura chuckled, pulling on his street clothes as Marik and Yami disentangled themselves and finished cleaning up.
"You know . . . I'm looking forward to it," he said . . . and got matching grins from his lovers.

*-------*-------*-------*-------*

"We'll meet you back at the house," Yami murmured, pulling Marik's arms tighter around him as the blonde sat behind him astride his motorcycle.
Leaning up, he gave Bakura a quick, hard kiss before kicking up the stand. "Don't be long," he whispered against the man's lips. Bakura returned the kiss
and nodded, stepping back.
"I'll just go pick up a few things from the all-night store, and then I'll join you in bed," he said. "Get your asses home . . . and don't start without me."
Yami grinned before gunning the engine, taking off like a shot out of the parking lot toward's the far end of town where the house was.
Bakura chuckled, shaking his head in amusement as he turned to the Viper, the last car in the parking lot. He dug around in his pocket for the keys . . . and
froze as something was shoved into his spine with bruising force.
"Someone would like a word with you . . ." a gruff voice murmured behind him. There was sudden pain blossoming in the back of his head . . . and then
blessed darkness.

Author's Notes - Dun dun dun . . . . Bakura has been captured! Anyone wan mak make any guesses as to what's going to be happening? I'll bet you get it
wrong . . . but you'll just have to wait and see.
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