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Disclaimer - If I owned them, do you honestly think I'd be sitting here typing?
Author's Notes - Many of you have asked about this, so I figure I'll answer now. Yes, there will be a threesome scene in here . . . but not for a while yet.
Believe it or not . . . I've got somewhere around 15 to 16 chapters of this right now, and it's still flowing out of my mind. But before we get there, certain
things need to happen . . . but I'm not going to tell you what *grin*. So, hang on for the ride . . . Malik has come to play.

Chapter 5 - Dangerous

The week passed quickly for Yami before Saturday night rolled around again. He hadn't had any meetings with Bakura at all . . . the white haired enigma
had stayed on the far side of the club near the stage, and the only sighting he'd had of Marik had been on stage during his set. He'd breathed a sigh of relief
at that . . . he still didn't understand why his 'abilities' had reacted the way they had from a simple dance, and until he did, he couldn't afford to get near
them. They'd stayed away from him like he carried the plague, and Yami had to thank whoever it was that looked out for hormonal morons for lending him
a hand. Had either of them come within two foot of him, he wasn't sure he'd been able to keep from picking up where they'd left off on the dance floor . .
. which could only lead to disaster.
The two had been a constant source of pent up sexual desire for the whole week, often causing Yami to take two or three showers a day in the attempt to
relieve some of the tension in his loins. Every time, it was their voices he heard, their hands he imagined touching him, bringing him to the edge of bliss and
sending him over it with a guttural cry. Marik's taste lingered with him, even after several attempts to drown it in alcohol. He was swiftly becoming an
alcoholic . . . something his friends had noted and called him on. He'd promptly gotten rid of his liquor cabinet after Wednesday night when he'd nearly
injured Yugi, who had walked into his bedroom to check on him only to be met with a solid wall of flying objects from Yami's telekinesis getting out of
hand.
"Still frustrated, huh?" Jou asked as he slid behind the bar. Yami shot him a glare, to which the amber eyed blonde raised his eyes in surrender. "Easy Yami
. . . just asking."
"Sorry Jou . . . yeah, I'm still frustrated. I think I'm going to ask Duke to come home with me tonight . . . I need the release and it's been a while," he
murmured, running a finger absently over the bar top.
"Duke might not appreciate being used like that in place of who you obviously want . . ." Jou replied, shining up a glass with one of the bar towels. "That's
a good way to lose friends, bud." Yami sighed.
"You're right . . . I couldn't do that to him," he said finally, turning to look at Jou. "I'm just at a loss . . . I can't go near them without endangering people,
but telling that to my head and telling that to my body are two different things. My body isn't listening." Jou smirked slightly before resting a hand on his
friend's shoulder comfortingly.
"It'll work out, Yami. I heard the guys talking about Marik getting a restraining order on that psycho ex of his. You should be just fine after that." Yami's
eyes lit up slightly before he remembered the real reason he had to stay away from those two. Sighing, he closed his eyes. He still had to keep up
appearances.
"That's if the two are even interested anymore . . . they've been avoiding me all damn week," he growled. "Whatever chance I had with them blew out the
window last Saturday, I'm sure of it." He snorted, crossing his arms over his chest absently. The move pulled his skin tight shirt across his shoulders,
giving those behind the bar a good look at his well-proportioned back. The gold color of the shirt highlighted the gold in his hair, and the brown leather
pants that hugged his hips were causing more than enough drool to need a bucket.
"Yami . . . with how good you look without even trying, I wouldn't worry. If I could do that . . . man, I would be in heavenou mou murmured. Yami looked
at him out of the corner of his eye, and grinned.
"Jou . . . hope you don't mind me saying this, being as you're straight and all . . . but with how you look right now, I would happily fuck you right here,
frustrated or not." He smirked at Jou's shocked expression, but didn't retract his statement. The tall blonde was wearing a sleeveless blue shirt that was
pulled taunt across his well-muscled chest, tucked into a pair of white, shiny vinyl pants that clung to every curve of his long legs, right up to the black
boots he was wearing. Jou was, at that moment, an extremely fuckable individual . . . always had been, to Yami. And he was what Yami had termed 'safe' .
. . his abilities weren't likely to get out of control with him, because Jou was just a friend. That outfit combined with his golden hair and amber eyes made
him quite the sight. Even next to Yami, Jou stood out in a d asd as a good looking young man.
Jou met his frankly admiring gaze and actually blushed.
"Yami . . . man . . ." Yami waved his comment away with one hand, turning his gaze back out onto the floor.
"Don't worry about it, Jou. You're taken, and I like Mai. Besides, you aren't that way, and that's just fine." Jou heaved a sigh of relief, his blush slow to
fade. He'd never told Yami how many times he'd been tempted to take him up on the 'offer' Yami had made to him when they graduated. He smirked,
remembering that day vividly. It was one of the few days that he'd actually questioned his own choice of sexual preference.
It had been their senior year in highschool when Yami had finally determined he was gay. He's suspected it, but had been slightly wary of exploring that
side of his sexuality. He'd disappeared during the month long Christmas vacation that year, saying something about going on a journey of self discovery.
When he'd come back, he's had the Eye of Horus tattooed on his body, and had been sure of where his sexuality was. On the day of their graduation, as
they had been talking about what they were going to do now that they were out of highschool, Yami had asked him if he had ever considered sleeping with
another guy. When he'd replied in the negative, Yami had smiled sadly and said that was too bad. He'd then gone on to tell Jou that if he ever changed his
mind, Yami would love to show him what it was like. He'd never told Yami how many times he'd been tempted to take himon ton that offer, at least until
he'd met Mai.
"Earth to Jou, come in Jou . . ." Yami murmured, waving one lightly tanned hand in front of his tallerend'end's face. Jou blinked, and looked at him. "You
looked lost in Neverland there, bud. What's up?"
"Nothing . . . just thinking about graduation. You know, that's the first time you've really hit on me since then." Yami smiled and nodded.
"I respect your choices, just as you respect mine, Jou. It's what friends do." Jou hugged him suddenly.
"Thanks bud," he whispered. "You're one of the best friends a guy could have." Yami hugged him back, and then stepped back as Kaiba walked up.
"No fraternizing on the job," he growled. "Besides, I thought you and Mai were an item, Katsuya."
"Just a hug between friends, oh great one," Yami muttered, glaring at his boss. "What brings you down from on high?"
"Marik's ex-boyfriend . . . he made bail two days ago. Marik will be back tonight after his days off. I want the two of you to keep an eye out for the ex. We
don't need that kind of trouble in here, especially not on a Saturday." Cold blue eyes assessed them from over the bar. "And no more episodes like what
happened last Saturday, you got that Yami? If you're sick, call in. Don't come in and then go home all of the sudden. You're lucky Duke covered for you."
"Yes boss . . . I'll be sure to let you know two hours ahead of time when I'm going to be puking my guts out," Yami muttered as the tall brunette walked
away. "I don't know how that man lives with himself."
"He doesn't . . . he lives with his ego," Jou said. Yami chuckled.
"Good point, Jou. Well, here comes the drinking crowd . . . we'd better get this show on the road."

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Three hours later, the two were still hustling to fill orders. It seemed as if everyone in town had shown up tonight specifically to get drunk and dance . . . or
watch others dance.
Marik's set came up at the end of the night, as usual. Yami forced himself not to watch . . . there was no use in torturing himself by watching the exotic
blonde do things on stage when what he wanted was to see what he could do in bed. Jou understood and let Yami fill most of the orders as business
slowed down.
It was his gasp that first alerted Yami to trouble. The crimson eyed man looked up at his friend in concern.
"Fight," Jou murmured, and nodded towards the dance floor.
"Shit. Jou, call the police." Yami quickly vaulted over the bar and headed for the fight as he watched Duke go down and Tristan stagger back, clutching his
arm to his gut. He caught the sight of blood. "Damn it," he growled, dov dove into the crowd. He arrived on the scene just in time to catch Bakura as the
white haired bodyguard was thrown into the crowd.
"It's Malik . . . he's got a knife," the man gasped, his hand pressed tightly to his stomach, staring up into Yami's crimson eyes. Yami nodded, setting
Bakura down as he waded in.
It looked like Malik had taken down just about everyone . . . Atlas alone seemed to be unharmed, but then again, the sight of blood had always made the big
man ill. Malik was currently attempting to drag Marik to the back door, the crowd parting before him, wary of the bloody knife he held in his hand. Marik
was struggling wildly, and already bore the evidence of several cuts for his efforts.
"Let him go, Malik!" Yami growled, coming up behind them. Malik spun around, his grip on Marik tightening painfully from the wince that crossed the
blonde dancer's face. "I said, let him go."
"Well, well . . . if it isn't the rescuer from the alley. This is none of your business."
"He's a dancer at Gravitation, and that makes it my business," Yami replied, his hands clenching and unclenching as he tried to decide the best way to
handle this. If he attacked, the psycho would use Marik as a shield. If he stood here and did nothing, Marik would be carted away and hurt. He hoped Jou
had made the phone call to the police . . . if he could just keep Malik busy long enough, reinforcements would arrive. He needed to end this quickly though
. . . already he could feel the anger in him swelling, his abilities pushing at his carefully built walls at the surge of emotion.
"If you insist on getting in the way, then I guess I'll have to shed your blood too." Yami shivered as Malik casually licked the blood off the knife. "I wonder
if it's as sweet as Bakura's . . ." Yami felt the rage grow even stronger at that. Bakura had been hurt . . . and now Marik was in danger. Even though they
had no attachment to him outside of his fantasies and were likely to never get any closer, Yami knew he was developing feelings for them and that made this
business very personal indeed. He stepped forward, his crimson eyes glowing with his anger. He reached out with his 'ability' without thinking, wrapping
tendrils of his thought around Malik's arm and wrenching the knife out of his fist.
"What the fuck . . ." Malik snarled, looking at his hand as if it had betrayed him. Marik used his distraction to eel around and sink his teeth into the hand
holding him. "You SLUT!" the taller blonde howled, and backhanded the teenager. His hand was bleeding . . . it appeared Marik hakenaken a good chunk of
flesh out of him.
The slight blonde looked back up at his ex from the floor, his mouth bloody. He casually licked the blood from his lips, a manic grin across his face as he
tasted his own blood mixed with his tormentor's.
"I wonder . . . do I taste this good to you?" he growled. Malik took a step forward, his eyes glowing evilly as he moved in to beat the crap out of his
arrogant little former toy . . . and grunted as Yami tackled him from the side. They went down in a blur of fists, rolling about the clear dance floor with little
care or concern as to where they were heading.
Yami got a good hold of the long, spiky blonde hair and slammed Malik's head against the stage.
"So . . . you like it rough, too . . ." the psychotic blonde growled. He planted his feet in Yami's chest, shoving the young man off him and away as he
stood, wiping at the blood that was coming from his nose and a cut on his head. "That's good . . . cause I can give you all the pain you crave . . ." His
eyes widened as he heard the shouts of the police from the entrance. "Another time," he snarled, and took off for the back door. Yami tried to follow, but
abruptly went down to his knees as the adrenaline left him. He wretched, dry heaving as the tension of the situation flowed out of him, making it all the more
difficult to continue keeping up his mental barriers. Comforting hands smoothed back his hair, rubbing his back in small circles as they whispered
nonsensical syllables in his ear.
He turned his head and met the lavender eyes of Marik from a short distance away.
"So we end up together on the dance floor again," Yami murmured ironically . . . and passed out.

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"He's got a concussion and a few stressed ribs . . . other than that, he's fine, but we'd like him to stay here the night," a voice said from the grey shadows
in which he found himself floating for a moment before his body came back to him. Yami groaned as his body came alive in aches and pains, trying to
move away from the pain only to create more.
"He's coming to . . ." the strange voice said again. "Mr. Mutou, how are you feeling?"
"Like I've been hit by a ten ton truck . . ." Yami croaked, his voice hoarse.
"That's understandable . . . you took quite a beating. Your cousin is here, as well as several other people who have been driving my nurses insane trying to
get in to see you. I can let them in now, if you're up to it." Yami nodded, his eyes still closed. "I need you to open your eyes, please. We need to see how
bad the concussion is."
Yami opened his eyes slowly, and promptly shut them again as light shattered behind his lids, feeling like several thousand shards of glass were getting
buried in his eyeballs.
"Sonofabitch," he snarled. "Could you turn the damn light off?"
"There . . . sorry about that," the doctor murmured. Yami opened his eyes again, grateful that this time no pain accompanied the action. That gratitude was
quickly replaced with annoyance when the doctor shined a flashlight in his eyes, watching the reaction of his pupils. "Well, it looks like it's only a minor
concussion. You should be able to go home in the morning."
"Good . . .the sooner I get out of this torture chamber, the happier I'll be," Yami grumbled, levering himself up carefully in the bed.
Yugi was the first to come rushing into the room, climbing up onto the bed and wrapping his arms around his cousin. Ryou came in only slightly less
recklessly, heaving a sigh of relief when he saw Yami sitting up in the bed. Duke, Tristan, Jou, and Mai walked in afterwards, all wearing relieved smiles.
"You had us scared to death, man," Tristan said.
"No fucking kidding . . ." Duke murmured, fingering the bandage around his chest. Tristan was sporting a sling. "We thought that psycho had done some
serious damage."
"I'm fine, guys . . . and gals. Sorry Mai." Mai shrugged.
"No problem, sexy. How are you feeling?" the buxom blonde murmured as she perched on the end of the bed.
"As I told the doctor . . . like I've been hit by a ten ton truck," Yami said wryly. "Malik?"
"He got away," Jou said shortly. "He managed to lose the cops in the maze of alleys behind the club. Kaiba's throwing a shit fit about it, on top of the fact
that he had to shut the club down early because of how many wounded we had."
"Doesn't surprise me," Yami murmured. "How is Bakura? He was one of the wounded . . ."
"They've got him up in surgery now. Marik's up there with him. He took a pretty deep wound to the stomach, but the doctor's say it's not fatal. It missed
all of the organs." Yami heaved a sigh of relief at this news. He'd been worried that Bakura had been seriously injured when Malik had confessed to spilling
his blood. Even now, the anger that information had caused surprised him. While he was attracted to the man, he hadn't expected to be that affected by
news of his getting hurt. He only had that severe of a reaction when someone he loved got hurt . . . his thoughts froze at that thought. Was it . . . no, it
couldn't be possible that he felt something other than lust for the white haired body guard! That was down right preposterous . . .he'd barely known the
guy existed for a week now, and he'd only talked with him a handful of times, and danced with him and Marik that once! He couldn't possibly have feelings
for someone he hardly knew . . . could he?.
He sighed, dropping his head onto Yugi's shoulder as his headache got worse. Things were rapidly spiraling out of his control . . . first the unexpected gain
in strength with his telekinetic and telepathic powers, and now a severe emotional response to two men who he had barely even met, which could only make
the already strained barriers he had erected in his mind weaker. It was times like this that made him wonder if he had somehow been cursed with something
other than his natural 'gifts' . . . like a severe run of bad luck.
"We should let you rest man . . . we just wanted to make sure you were okay. Doctor says you've got to stay the night, but we'll come back first thing in
the morning to get you out." Yami raised his head, opening his mouth to ask them to stay with Yugi and Ryou, but Duke beat him to it.
"We're way ahead of you . . . we're all crashing at your place tonight, if you don't mind." Yami nodded gratefully, and fell back against the pillows as Yugi
climbed off the bed. "We'll see you in the morning, bud." Duke leaned over and kissed him lightly, running his tongue over Yami's lips suggestively. "Have
good dreams," the emerald eyed young man murmured before walking out the door. The others were quick to follow, leaving Yami to close his eyes
wearily. Sleep claimed him soon after they left . . . and despite Duke's rather teasing kiss, it was dreamless.

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Three floors above where Yami slept, Marik stood at the observation window to the operating room, cradling his bandaged arm to his stomach as he
watched the surgeon sew up Bakura's wound. The gash had to have been a good four inches across, and deep from where Malik had twisted the knife as
he withdrew it.
The doctor's had said Bakura would be fine . . . but they had said nothing of Yami, who Marik was also terribly concerned about. He'd nearly screamed
when Yami had collapsed into his arms on the dance floor, suddenly positive that Malik had managed to kill the bartender and ruin one of the few enjoyable
things that he had run into since leaving the psycho. He had sobbed in relief as the paramedics assured him that the young man was fine . . . merely
suffering from a concussion and several other minor wounds.
He wondered at what he had seen, however. Yami had practically radiated power just before Malik's knife had gone flying from his hand. Marik was what
some called a 'sensitive' . . . meaning he could sense powers of the mind. Yami had set just about all his mental bells ringing . . . which had to mean that
Yami possessed some sort of psychic ability. Bakura did as well . . . he was empathic, part of the reason he was such a cold bastard usually. He'd had to
learn to close off all emotions in order to keep from going insane . . . and it hadn't completely worked, even then. Over time, Bakura had learned how to
block out other people's emotions while allowing him his own, but the mental damage had been done by then, and his white haired friend still had trouble
showing feelings to anyone. But Yami had surprised him . . . with the way Marik's head had been ringing, you would have thought the room had suddenly
held a dozen people with such abilities. And he'd never sensed Yami before the bartender had shown up on the floor and seen him being dragged away by
Malik. So where had that sudden strength come from?
Turning from the window as the doctor's began clean up, he went to meet them in the hallway one floor down, putting aside his puzzling thoughts as more
immediate concerns came up. He got on the elevator . . . and was surprised to find Yami's group of friends from Gravitation already aboard it.
"Uh . . . hi," Marik murmured, his eyes hurriedly going to the buttons. He punched the one for recovery. "How's Yami?" he asked tentatively, unsure of
how they would react to his question. After all, he was the reason Yami was hurt in the first place . . . they would have every reason to hate him for it.
"He's fine, Marik," Jou said kindly. "The doctor's want him to stay the night, but other than that he's doing well." Marik sighed in relief, glad that the
bartender was ok and that his friend's didn't seem mad at him.
"Marik . . ." Duke said, and then paused for a moment. How the hell was he going to say this? "Umm . . .I'm sure Yami would appreciate it if you stopped
by and checked on him. He was worried about you and Bakura." There . . . that didn't sound like he was trying to play matchmaker, did it?
Marik turned around and looked at him in disbelief.
"Are you sure? I mean . . . I caused this whole mess . . ."
"Yami would love it," Mai said, her arm wrapped around Jou's waist. "Duke's right . . . he was really worried about the two of you. I'm sure he'd be
happy to see that you're okay." Marik nodded.
"Yeah . . . okay, sure, I'll stop in after I check in on Bakura. What room is he in?"
"Two-sixty nine," Tristan said as the elevator stopped at Marik's floor and the doors opened.
"Thanks," the lavender eyed teen murmured, stepping off the elevator. He was startled when a small teen, nearly the identical of Yami, stepped forward and
pressed a piece of paper into his hand.
"That's our address," the boy murmured. "I'm sure my cousin wouldn't mind if you stayed with us tonight . . . and I'm sure you don't want to be alone,
after all that's happened. Of course . . . it's only if you want to." Marik nodded, speechless as the doors closed. He stared down at the piece of paper in
his hand, stunned. He had just been invited, by Yami's cousin, to stay at his house over night. What other surprises could this night hold?
"Geesh, and I was worried about my suggestion sounding like I was playing matchmaker," Duke muttered. Yugi glanced back at him and smiled.
"Yami's been having a rough time since meeting Marik," Yugi said, and shrugged. "I figure that'll give him a push in the right direction."

Author's Note - Hehehe . . . poor Yami. More torture to come next chapter . . . as Yami realizes things are more serious then he had first thought. On that
note . . . did you catch the *cough* significance of Yami's room number? It's not foreshadowing or anything . . . but you can tell what was on my mind
when I wrote this : ) Don't forget to review ; )
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