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Disclaimer - Don't own them, and probably never will. But one can only wish, right?
Author's Note - Third chapter : ) Song fic type chapter, done to Delirium's 'Innocente' Remixed by DJ Tiesto. Highly suggested listening . . . great music
all around. Enjoy . . . and please review.

Chapter 3 - Falling

Yami was somewhat surprised to find Bakura waiting at the bar when the club opened the following night.
"Hey there," the white haired bodyguard said, waving a hand lazily in greeting.
"Hi," Yami said, sliding in behind the bar and checking everything over. The bar itself wouldn't open for another two hours . . . but Yami liked to be
around to keep an eye on things anyway. Joey was a great friend, but Mai occasionally distracted him from putting everything away right. He was not
exactly happy to see Bakura there . . . he'd been hard pressed to get that kiss out of his head last night, which was odd, since before that kiss he wouldn't
have given the guy a second thought. Yeah, he was good looking and carried himself really well, but Yami didn't really go for the pale-skin Goth. types,
which was the only way he could think of to classify the man. That kiss had definitely messed with his head though, cause now he was thinking about it
again, and wondering what other surprises Bakura could pull. He shook his head and went back to checking the bar after catching himself staring at the man
while he thought. This was not the way to start out the night.
He found everything behind the bar to be in order and leaned up against the counter to watch as the dance club began to fill up. It looked like it was going
to be another packed night . . . but then again, it was Saturday, and it was always over-packed on Saturday.
An hour into the night, the DJ stepped the music up a notch, bringing out a remix of Delirium's 'Innocente'. Yami slid out from behind the bar at the song,
moving out into the dance crowd. It was rare that he danced at all in public . . . but this song was one of his favorites and he couldn't keep still while it
played. Better that he be out on the dance floor where he would blend in than behind the bar, or so he thought.
Bakura watched Yami's lanky figure move into the crowd, his eyes glued to the blue jeans and white mesh shirt clad figure. He could feel his hunger for the
bartender growing . . . such a mixture of beauty and dominance was rare to find and Yami had both in abundance. Marik had helped take the edge off last
night . . . but that desire was still there, as was the memory of that kiss and that body pressed against his. Nothing could wipe that from his mind . . . and it
had not been far from his thoughts at all when Yami had first walked in.
The white haired man had to admit that he'd never had someone get under his skin so completely as the bartender had.. And as he watched the object of his
desire move out into the dance crowd, he could only wonder what else that beautiful exterior hid beneath it.

Falling . . . in love.
Falling . . . in love.
Darling . . .
When did you fall?
When was it over?
Darling when . . .
When did you fall?
When was it over?

Marik moved out into the crowded dance floor, his eyes tracking Yami through the crowd. He'd been watching his friend and the bartender for the past five
minutes from the door way that led back to the dressing rooms . . . and he'd seen Yami's wandering attention, as well as his friend's own attempts to both
ignore the bartender and keep an eye on him. Bakura had said the man seem interested in him, though . . . that was fine, cause he was just as interested in
Yami. Tracking him through the crowd was easy enough . . . that wild hair was one of a kind, even given how slight the man was.
He moved up behind the crimson eyed figure, moving in sync with the flowing dance that seemed to make Yami one with the music. He could feel his heart
beating faster as he took in the way Yami moved . . . both mysterious and sensual, the dance was a flow of hands and body movements that seemed like
their own communion to the gods. Going with his urges, he hesitantly placed his hands on the man's hips, moving up so that their bodies were barely
touching, black leather to blue jeans as they moved together. Yami glanced over his shoulder but continued to move, his eyes widening slightly as he saw
who was touching him but otherwise not reacting to the addition. Marik sighed in relief . . . he'd been half afraid Yami would stop, and that would have
been heartbreaking. It had been a long time since Marik had danced with anyone . . . Malik didn't dance, and he hadn't allowed his toy to dance without
him. Yami was a good dancer . . . and Marik wanted to be close to him like this. It felt right somehow, to be this close to him, to be touching him and
moving with him. It was like coming home.
Yami continued to move to the music, even as Marik joined him. His surprise was buried in the dance . . . he loved this song and he rarely got a chance to
dance to it. He felt Marik brush against him, and let his head drop back on the slightly taller teenager's shoulder, crimson eyes half-closed as he lost himself
in the pleasure of feeling the blonde's body move with his. His hands reached up to touch where Marik's hands rested on his hips, their fingers intertwining
gently as he held the tanned flesh where it was. Between the music and the body at his back, he was blissfully unaware of the stirring inside his mind.
Marik looked down into the half-lidded eyes of the man who's head was resting against his shoulder, and resisted the urge to lean down and kiss the slightly
upturned lips. He didn't want to scare Yami off . . . but gods, it was tempting. Instead, he turned his attention to the dance, letting the music wash over and
around him as he pressed closer to the slim body that danced with him.

Falling . . . in love.
Falling . . . in love.
Darling when . . .
When did you cry?
I couldn't hear you.
"Some kids from my theological class . . . there was an argument in class today over the moral rights and wrongs of sexual choice. I defended gay's and
lesbians . . . I guess a little too stridently, cause they put two and two together," Ryou murmured. "They were waiting for me near my dorm room . . . this
is the only place I could think of to go."
"That's okay, Ryou. But now that you're 'out of the closet', so to speak, it might not be such a good idea for you to continue living in the dorms. Why
don't you come live with us?" Ryou looked speechless. "It's not as if we don't have more than enough room. This house has about seven or eight
bedrooms, and all but two of them are completely unused. I'd be happy to have you here, and I know Yugi would be ecstatic." Ryou nodded shakily.
"Thanks . . . I . . . I hadn't thought of that." He closed his eyes suddenly, tears gathering at the corner of the closed lids. "What are my parents going to
say? The school's going to have to write to them about this . . ." Yami ruffled the white hair gently, his heart going out to the youth. Had Ryou been older,
Yami would have done more than ruffle his hair . . . the boy was beautiful, and seemed like a gentle and caring soul, which was what had prompted him to
offer sanctuary to him in the first place. He liked Ryou . . . and if his cousin and the pale boy happened to hook up, so much the better.
"Perhaps your parents will understand. If not . . . you have family here, if you could consider Yugi and I you're family." Ryou's eyes opened, staring
hopefully up at the crimson eyed young man above him. Yami leaned down and kissed him lightly on the lips, unable to resist the temptation. "Yugi has no
one but his grandfather, and my parents are long dead . . . you'll be with us now." Ryou reached up and hugged him, sniffling quietly as he thanked Yami
over and over again. "Think nothing of it, little one," Yami said, pulling back. "Once Yugi has you patched up, he'll help you pick out a room. We can go
tomorrow and get your stuff, and you can decorate it anyway you want." He ruffled the white hair lightly, loving the soft texture of it.
"Why . . . why are you being so nice to me?" Ryou asked qly, ly, doe brown eyes resting on the hands he was twisting in his lap. Yami reached out and
stilled those hands, covering them in his own lightly tanned ones until Ryou met his gaze.
"Ryou . . . I learned long ago that reaching out to people was a way to ease my own battered soul. I like you, and I think you are a beautiful person both
inside and out. I tend to go with those beliefs," Yami murmured, staring seriously into wide eyes.
"Yami . . . since he's going to be living here, perhaps you should tell him about . . .you know," Yugi murmured from behind the couch. Yami sighed, but
nodded, sitting back to examine Ryou critically.
"Yes . . . Ryou, this may seem strange to you, but I have certain 'abilities' that you may think are odd." Ryou looked up at him curiously. "I'm telepathic .
. . and telekinetic. I can move things with my mind, and communicate silently. I'm not strong enough to read minds, only send and receive messages, so
you don't have to worry about that." Ryou nodded slightly. "I just don't want you to find out off hand and begin to wonder what else I might have been
doing before you knew . . . I want your trust, especially if you're going to be living with us, and in return I'm giving you mine."
"That explains why Yugi dragged me back into the club the other night and told me you had sent him for a bouncer. I was wondering . . . cause I hadn't
heard you call anything back to us," Ryou murmured. "Thank you for telling me."
"Yeah, it comes in handy," Yugi said, sitting down next to the couch and opening the medical kit. "Although Yami is quite the prankster with those 'gifts'
of his." Yami stuck his tongue out at the younger boy, who merely stuck his own back at him before turning to Ryou. "This is going to sting a little . . ."
Yami stood up and walked into the kitchen to get a drink, leaving Ryou at his cousin's 'tendmercmercies. 'Nothing like an emergency to get your mind off
your own problems, at least for a little while,' he thought to himself. He'd nearly forgotten about Marik, Bakura, and the whole mess at the club. Sighing, he
sank into a kitchen chair, listening to the boy's talk in the next room.
How could he have been so stupid? He should have stopped the minute Marik approached him on the dance floor . . . instead, he'd let things get out of
hand, and now he had probably ruined any chances he would have had later on down the road. He still felt he had made the right decision though . . . he
couldn't afford to get involved with Marik when Malik still needed to be dealt with. He had his cousin, and now Ryou, to think about. 'Don't forget the fact
that you're not exactly the safest person to be around,' his mind whispered. 'Your little 'gift' isn't so little anymore, and it reacted to the two of them.' He
ignored that little voice, more successful in that endeavor than his attempts to ignore his reaction to Bakura. He absently fingered the tender spot on the
back of his neck where Bakura had been tasting his skin. Just the thought of it started getting his body turned on again. What was it about the pale haired
guy that got him all riled up? For that matter, what had him so riled up about Marik too? Yeah, they were both gorgeous specimens of the human species,
but that hardly qualified them for the level of disturbance they were creating in his hormone levels.
Maybe it was the aura of dangerous, psychotic seduction that seemed to surround the two of them. All of his previous lovers had been very careful, always
seeming to hold back some part of themselves in the relationship, which hadn't really bothered him. Of course, most of them had been straight laced
businessmen with a fetish for guys . . . just about every one of them had been married at some point. There had been the occasional lasting relationship . . .
but even those had only gone on about two months before Yami had gotten dissatisfied and moved on. They'd all been great in bed , but his emotions had
never gotten involved. Maybe that was the problem . . . but he also couldn't allow such a thing. His emotions were dangerous to everyone.
He groaned, lifting his head off the table. Thinking about it was giving him a headache. He sighed, standing up slowly and going to the liquor cabinet he
kept above his fridge. He rarely drank . . . his 'abilities' got out of control when he did . . . but he figured tonight warranted it. He dragged the bottle of
Vanilla Vodka out of the cabinet and took it to his room, sealing himself in for the rest of the night. The two boys could handle themselves . . . he had his
own mental instability to deal with at the moment. He needed to get it under control . . . before he put everyone in danger.
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