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Chapter 3
“Alright, everybody!
Places! Atemu. Malik. You’re on. Get rid of those damn robes and get into
position,” Keith ordered as he sat down in his chair and grabbed the cup of
coffee Yugi was holding out for him.
“Alright, action!” Keith yelled before taking a sip of
coffee.
As per the
script, Atemu stalked towards Malik,
a leer on his face and a picture of Yugi giving him a
lusty, half-lidded look in his mind so he could do what he needed to do. It was a very arousing mental picture – one Atemu certainly wouldn’t remind repeating or, better,
seeing in real life – which is why it took Atemu a
long moment to realize Malik
was giving him a scared, deer-in-headlights look. Malik wasn’t
supposed to look like that and Atemu paused,
confused. He glanced at Malik’s crotch and Atemu realized
he must be nervous.
In the meantime,
Keith was spitting out his coffee and yelling, “Cut! Malik! What the hell is wrong? Fuck, you’re not even hard!”
“I’m
sorry. I’ve never had sex in front of so
many people before,” Malik stated, flushing and
moving his hands into a fig-leaf position.
“I don’t
fucking care!” Keith yelled, “You signed up for this job because you wanted to
be an exhibitionist. Now be a fucking
exhibitionist and get your fucking groove on!”
“If it’s
not going up, it’s not getting up, and all of your yelling and screaming isn’t
going to do a damn thing about it,” Malik retorted.
“Great! We need to start this damn scene and one of
my actors is suffering from erectile dysfunction!” Keith growled as he stalked away, throwing
his papers into the air. Yugi watched them flutter to the ground and wondered if he
was supposed to be picking them up.
“And they
say the actors are the prima donnas,” Mai observed as she filed her nails. Atemu gave her an
amused snort as he donned his robe and grabbed his book again. Yugi chuckled.
“Tell me
about it,” Malik complained, flopping down naked in a
chair, “I’m nervous and he goes and makes it worse. I’m going to have to follow your advice about
the magazines, Atemu.
I don’t think I’ll be able to do this without a little help.”
“Do you
have any?” Mai asked.
Malik shook his head.
“Not on me, no.
Porno mags aren’t exactly what I think of
packing into my car when I head to work on a porno movie.”
“Well, I
don’t have any,” Mai frowned, putting down her nail file, “I’m used to the job
and don’t need them. Atemu
never used them, to the best of my knowledge.
How he manages, I don’t know.”
“I’m right
here, Mai,” Atemu said, looking up from his book,
“And I do it by imagining what I’d like to do to my dream guy if he were the
one standing in front of me.” He glanced
at Yugi when he said this, causing the other man to
look away with a slight blush.
“I don’t
have any with me, either,” Yugi muttered, blushing
harder, “They’re all under my bed at home.”
“Well, I
have some money on me. Maybe if I went
and bought some?” Malik suggested.
“I can do
it,” Yugi offered, “I mean,
getting things is my job, after all.”
“Do you
know where you’re going or have your ID on you?” Atemu
asked.
“Well,
no. And it’s in my car,” Yugi said. Atemu looked at Yugi and
frowned. No one would believe he was old
enough.
“I’m going
with you,” Atemu said, standing and setting his book
down.
“Ah, hell. Let’s all
go. I could use a change of scenery,”
Mai said, heading for the dressing rooms to change from the robe into some
actual clothes. Atemu
and Malik followed, needing to change as well.
“Wait for
us,” Atemu ordered before disappearing into his
dressing room.
Yugi returned from fetching his ID and joined Malik, who was leaning against the wall next to the exit.
“Atemu’s pretty hot, huh?” Malik
said as they waited for the other two.
“Yeah. He’d kind of
have to be. He is a porn star, after
all,” Yugi said, blushing slightly.
“Admit
it. You like him,” Malik
teased.
“I do
not!” Yugi
protested fiercely.
“Your blush
would say otherwise,” Malik observed with a grin.
“I don’t
see how it’s any of your business if I do or if I don’t,” Yugi
retorted, walking outside to wait.
Malik made a face as he watched Yugi
stalk away. “Yeah,
yeah. Work,
work, work. Is that all he ever
thinks about?” Then Malik
noticed Atemu coming out of his dressing room and a
wicked grin crossed the Egyptian’s face.
“Well,
apparently not everything,” he amended.
“Ready?”
Mai asked as she walked up, wearing a skirt, jacket, and boots in purple
leather and a white blouse. Malik gave her a surprised look and nodded.
“Yeah. Yugi’s outside.”
“Good. Hurry up, Atemu! We’re taking my car!”
Atemu shook his head and followed the other two
outside. Yugi
was waiting and soon all four of them were piled into Mai’s purple convertible.
“Where to?”
“There’s a
store downtown that has a good selection in their back room. And their front rooms aren’t bad, either,” Atemu said.
“Good.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
“Not too
shabby,” Mai acknowledged as they stepped inside the store. The store specialized in sex-oriented
products. The front room had lingerie
and role-play costumes, while other rooms were devoted to sex toys, S&M
equipment, adult videos – which included several of both Mai and Atemu’s work – and adult magazines.
“Oh my God. You’re Mai Valentine!” a male voice squealed. The pimple-scarred sales clerk had his hands clasped together and looked like he was about to topple over and faint from sheer happiness. He recovered quickly and captured Mai’s hand in his own hands, pumping vigorously. “I’m a *huge* fan! The store has several of your videos and I’ve seen them all! Can I have your autograph?”
Mai smiled politely, if distantly, and nodded. “Yeah, sure. Why not? You have a pen handy?”
“Yeah, here!” the clerk said, fumbling at the desk and brandishing a pen and a scrap of paper in triumph. Mai quickly scribbled her name down.
“Don’t forget to get Dakku’s autograph, too!” Mai advised the clerk cheerily.
“Huh? What?” Atemu asked, looking up from a nearby display.
“The other clerks said they’d seen you here but I never believed them! It’s such an honor, sir!” the clerk babbled, grabbing Atemu’s hand and shaking it. Atemu smiled and tried to pull his hand away, only to find that the clerk had a very firm grip.
“How long did it really take you to film Slaves of Love? Some people say it was filmed in an entire night! That’s impossible, though, what with all the people involved. Then again, you’re known for your stamina…”
As the clerk continued on, Atemu started looking for a means of escape. As luck would have it, a lost-looking customer with a permanent blush etched on her face interrupted the clerk, who then left to steer the poor girl towards the back rooms. Atemu sighed in relief and went in search of his companions.
A quick look around revealed Mai was currently browsing through the lingerie and Malik, clutching several magazines to his chest, was
looking through the flavored lube. Atemu found Yugi staring
wide-eyed at a display that consisted of very mobile mannequins and a Japanese
rope bondage set that included the ropes and an instructional video that was
playing on an in-store TV.
“Found
something you liked?” Atemu asked with a grin. Yugi jumped and
blushed.
“I… I…” Yugi stammered.
“Let’s
go! We’ve got what we came for and if
we’re gone much longer, Keith will skin us,” Mai called. She had a grip on Malik’s
arm who, in turn, had a death grip on a discreet
plastic bag.
“Coming!” Atemu said, gesturing
for Yugi to go first.
They were outside and heading for the car when the ground shook and
screams could be heard.
“What the
hell?” Malik yelled.
Mai tumbled against him and they both fell to the ground. Atemu stumbled but
managed to not only stay standing, but to grab Yugi and
keep him from falling. Yugi smiled at him in thanks and then looked in concern at
the tall building nearby that now had smoke pouring out of several doors and
broken windows. Atemu
followed his line of sight and his eyes widened when he realized it was KaibaCorp’s main office building he was looking at. A stream of people was pouring out of the
building’s main entrance. Several were
screaming and others were bleeding or doubled over, coughing. Sirens could now be heard wailing in the
distance and rapidly approaching when Atemu finally
saw the person he was looking for. The
tall man wearing a trench coat stumbled after he cleared the doors and fell to
his knees, coughing.
“Kaiba!” Atemu
yelled pushing his way through the crowd, the others on his heels. For a long minute, he couldn’t see the other. Atemu just fought
harder against the crush of people going the other way. He had to reach Kaiba.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The police,
fire fighters, and ambulances were just beginning to arrive when Seto Kaiba managed to stumble out
the front doors, coughing. His eyes were
watering from all the smoke he’d passed through. Three floors were on fire – the one the bomb
had been on and the floors above and below it.
Add to the fact that fire code insisted that the elevators be shut down,
and it had been a long trip down smoke-filled stairs. Exhausted, he fell to his knees, clutching at
the stone wall beside him to keep from falling flat on his face in an
undignified heap. People streamed past
him, worried about their own selves.
“Kaiba!” he heard a familiar voice shout. He wiped his face and looked blearily at the
four people approaching him.
“Dakku? What are you doing here?” Seto
asked before a hacking cough made him double over.
“Smoke
inhalation,” Yugi said, worried, “We need to get him
to an ambulance.”
“There’s
one over there,” Mai said, pointing. Malik and Atemu grabbed Seto and man-handled him through the crowd and over to the
ambulance. A firefighter intercepted
them and sat Seto down with an oxygen mask. The ambulance sped away with two serious burn
victims and others took it’s place.
“Can any of
you tell me what happened?” a harried police officer asked.
“We were on
the street, but Kaiba was inside,” Atemu said, “It felt like an earthquake, but then KaibaCorp was in smoke and flames.”
“A bomb. On the
twentieth floor,” Kaiba said, pulling off his oxygen
mask. Yugi
grabbed it and forced it back on, giving Kaiba a
stern look. Kaiba
frowned and looked at the person nursing him, only to blink in surprise.
“You’re
suffering from smoke inhalation. You’re
going to keep that mask on until a trained professional says you can take it
off or the tank runs out, got it?” Yugi said, folding
his arms over his chest. Kaiba paused, but nodded, much to Atemu’s
surprise.
“Can you
four come down to the station and answer some questions about what happened?”
the cop asked.
“We’re
supposed to be at work,” Malik hesitated.
“You can’t
get in trouble for being late if you’re involved in a police investigation,”
the officer assured them.
“Yes we
can,” Mai replied, “Considering we were there and left before we were supposed
to in order to come down here. We were
hoping to have snuck back in by now.”
“Oh,” the
man said, frowning. “Tell you what. You come down after work then and ask to
speak with Tristan Taylor – that’s me – or one of the other people working on
the same case. For now, you’re free to
go and I’ll make sure Mr. Kaiba here gets on the next
ambulance.”
“Kaiba,” Atemu said, crouching
beside his friend, “I have to go.
Officer Taylor’s going to keep an eye on you.”
“I
heard. I’m neither
stupid or a child, you moron,” Kaiba mumbled
through the mask, glaring at Atemu.
“In that
case, you’d better call me before I get done speaking to the police later or
I’m going to assume you’re still in the hospital and come and bug you until the
nurses kick me out.”
“I’ll take
you up on that threat, Atemu,” Seto
replied as Officer Taylor helped him to stand.
Atemu watched them head for the nearest
ambulance.
“Hurry
up! We’re already late,” Mai hissed,
grabbing Atemu’s shoulder, “He’ll be fine.”
Atemu nodded and they headed for the car.
“Well, that
was different,” Malik stated as they drove into the
studio parking lot, “We should do it again sometime.”
“Yeah, only
next time I can do without all the screaming and sirens,” Mai muttered as she
got out of her car and locked the doors.
“Or getting
caught,” Yugi added, looking at the entrance of their
sound stage.
Keith stood
there by the door, arms folded and a glare etched into his face.
“Where the hell have you four been?!”
~*~*~*~*~*~
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