Pegasus Academy Host Club

You guys are really making me feel loved! Thank you all for the reviews! They keep me going! And I'm sorry for how long it's taken me to get the next chapter up. I went to visit my seme in Colorado, and then I came back and prepared for school to start. Then I just lost my muse and I kept trying to find it! I just came back from Disney World, then I moved to Colorado and now I’m looking for a job and juggling school at the same time! @.@ As it is, the chapters might start coming out slower and slower (though hopefully not as slow as this one came out!), but fear not! I will not give up on this story without warning at least! Anyways! It seems quite a few of you want Jou to end up with Kaiba. *snickers* Well you'll have to keep reading and wait to see how that turns out, won't you? ^_~ Please keep up with the reviews! A motivated Haze is a happy Haze! X3 And on another note... I suck at describing things!

Character conversion!
Jou - Haruhi
Kaiba - Kyoya
Otogi - Tamaki
Yugi - Hunny
Yami - Mori
Bakura - Hikaru
Ryou - Kaoru

Title: Host Club 3/?
Rating: PG-13 for now, will become R or NC-17 sooner or later
Genre(s): AU, OOC-ness, Humor, Romance
Pairing(s): Unknown for now! X3
Spoilers: None

"I'm talking!"
'I'm thinking!'
"This is me speaking, 'quoting something while I'm speaking,' kay?"

Summary: Jounochi Katsuya is a scholarship student in the prestigious Pegasus Private Academy and has to keep up his grades to stay. The problem? He can't seem to find a quiet place to study at school, that is until he heard of the empty music room at the end of the North hallway. What he finds there is not at all what he expected!

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"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit shit!" Jou chanted under his breath as he ran through the halls and up the stairs, his now properly dried, but faded and discolored, book bag bouncing hard against his shoulder with each step. "Dammit! I'm late!" Under normal circumstances, one would not be so upset to be a few minutes late to a club meeting. But these, after all, were no normal circumstances. No... He was all but shanghaied into service in the host club. Why? Because he had broken some stupid vase that was worth more than everything he owned, and would probably ever own in his life! And now he was working as a host to pay off his debt. Just thinking about it made him feel dirty.

Panting for breath, he finally made it to the 3rd Music Room. Hopefully that tight ass Kaiba didn't add to his debt for being 4 effin’ minutes late!

Opening the door he instantly crossed his arms over his face, waiting for the attack of sakura petals that apparently disappeared after they fell, otherwise the hall would be forever littered with them! But they never came; instead he felt a gust of warm, sweet smelling air, like spices and incense. He chanced letting his eyes flutter open, he froze, blinked, and stared. He was about to close the door again, afraid he had the wrong room when 6 familiar, warm voices greeted to him. "Welcome."

He was in the right room alright... but he couldn't be in the right room... This room was... like stepping back in time to ancient Egyptian days, sand covering the entirety of the floor, pillars of ivory lined with gold, statues of onyx and jade of ancient Egyptian gods and deities lined up against the walls. Sheets of spun silk draped across and between the pillars in certain places, giving an illusion of privacy. The tables and sofas were gone, replaced by plush cushions and more silken sheets like one would find in a harem's chamber.

And as usual, in the middle of the room, draped or lying over a pile of sheets and throw pillows, were the very people who shanghaied him into this business of selling his looks to entertain spoiled, rich girls. In the center was Otogi, the finest clothes of white and gold decorating his body, or at least his hips, since his chest was bared for all to see, his frame lithe but sculpted. Only a cape of red draped around his shoulders hid his skin, and very poorly at that, the golden headdress adorning the top of his head giving clear status that he was the pharaoh, a gold band wrapping around his head with the eye of Horus right at the center of it. Gold bands wrapped around his arms, wrist, and calves, silver and gold bangles hanging around his wrists, hips, and ankles, making a jingling sound with every little move he made.

Next to him, adjusting his glasses was Kaiba, obviously dressed as the pharaoh’s high priest and royal advisor, holding a winged, golden staff that also held the eye of Horus, a large, golden ankh hanging from a cord around his neck, his head dress a blue that matched his eyes, lined with gold, his cape a simple, elegant white. Even his usual data book and pen was switched to sheets of papyrus and a long feathered quill. They were really going for authenticity; Jou had to give them credit. But he had no doubt in his mind that Kaiba would be adding any notes he made today to his data book by the end of the day.

To their left were Yugi and Yami. The child-looking boy was dressed as what Jou could only assume was some sort of nobleman, his knowledge of ancient Egyptian status garbs rather limited. Though just like the other outfits, it showed off plenty of skin, and Jou was surprised to see that the little body was actually quite fit, though still managed to be small and childlike. A large pendant of an upside down pyramid with the eye of Horus hung around his neck; Jou was starting to suspect those were signs of power and/or status.

Next to him, or rather behind and to the side was Yami, dressed in a simple white garment around his waist, and only that, showing off a tanned, toned chest and long, firm legs, the heavy eyeliner surrounding his crimson eyes making them stand out that much brighter and exotic. A simple collar was attached around his neck, the same symbol Yugi wore around his neck in the shape of a dog tag hanging from it. A slave perhaps..?

Opposite them were the devil twins- Err, that is to say, Bakura and Ryou. With the darker looking twin’s show-offish, yet slightly raggedy appearance, he seemed to be a thief... maybe a prince of thieves. A large ring hung from a rope around his neck, the middle of the ring also holding the symbol for the eye of Horus, 5 golden spikes hanging from the bottom of the ring. Though all this was just cosplay, Jou could easily imagine that Bakura would have stole something like that from a real noble if he had lived in ancient Egyptian times. Maybe he would have even stolen it from a pharaoh’s tomb.

His twin was dressed as... a concubine... That was the only way Jou could think to describe it. The pale blue veils he wore kept nothing of his body up to the imagination, silken pale blue panties molding against his hips and backside indecently… Ryou had a very… very nice, round and squeezable bubble butt. As soon as the thought passed Jou’s mind he could no longer look at the little albino directly. Various silver bangles and jingles hung from his body, chocolate brown eyes downcast in a submissive manner also heavily lined with black eyeliner, accentuating his long, pale lashes. A jeweled collar covered his slim neck, a silver chain attached to it, going up to Bakura's hand. On the collar was a pendant similar to the large ring that Bakura wore, another sign of possession.

Jou stood gawking at them all for a few moments, then turned; ready to leave for the day. He had obvious not received the memo that the day's host duties were cancelled so that those rich brats could have a role-playing orgy or whatever it was that they were doing. Otherwise he probably would have just skipped school for the entire day just to avoid it! Like hell was he going to let himself be dragged into something like that!

"You're late." Kaiba's voice rooted him to the spot, making the small vein at his temple twitch. "You're lucky we don't have any clients yet or I would have added it to your debt. Now get in costume."

Ever so slowly Jou turned his attention back to the others. Okay, so he was in the right room, and apparently they would be having clients that day... But that didn't quite explain what was going on. "W-wait a second... D-did I miss something here? Is today Halloween? I... I thought it was still the beginning of the year! W-what... Where the hell am I?!" Jou found it best to shout with these guys when he didn’t understand something or else they wouldn’t understand that he didn’t understand.

Otogi chuckled, "You're so adorable when you're confused, Jou! Really! You have to be more careful who you show those faces to! You might get into all sorts of troubles!” Getting up from his throne he sauntered up to the confused blonde, wrapping his arm around the lovely shoulders and turn him to the side so that he got a better view of the change in decorations, motioning to it dramatically, “No, no, not Halloween at all! There are just days where I feel like embellishing our lovely clients with a change of pace, a change of scenery! Like today! I want to take them and wrap their senses up, bring them back to the time of ancient Egypt, so that they each may feel like a beautiful Cleopatra!"

"Umm... okay... I guess..." Jou murmured, still looking unsure of the whole situation.

"Good, now get into costume." Otogi grinned, glad for once that the simple explanation seemed to placate his Jou even a little, pulling a white loincloth and a large roll of white clothe wrap from apparently nowhere, along with a collar with the pendant that was similar to the Eye of Horus that everyone seemed to be wearing.

"W-what the hell is that?!" Jou yelled, backing away from the offending garments like they would burn him.

"It's your costume," Otogi smiled sweetly, holding the clothes, or rather pieces of fabric, out to him.

"There is no fucking way in hell that I'm going to wear that! A-and... And that collar!" Jou took another step back, inching towards the door. He'd make a run for it if he had to!

Ryou and Bakura were already behind him, though he wasn’t sure just when they had moved. Rats!

“Of course you’ll wear this. If you wear your regular clothes you’ll break the illusion and all our efforts will be for nothing!”

“I don’t care! If those rich girls want to experience Egypt then they can book a flight over there! I ain’t getting’ into that damn costume!”

“Jou!” Otogi pouted. “Where is your sense of duty? We are hosts. We must see to the needs of the beautiful girls who willingly come to us for our company.”

“Yeah, that’s another thing. Aren’t hosts just high priced man-sluts?” the blonde blurted out crassly. That had been something that had been plaguing his mind since he joined the club.

There was a deafening silence in the room, then all the boys in costume turned to regard one another as one, hoping that one or the other would know what the hell kind of rubbish the blonde was spouting now.

“Are you suggesting that we sleep with our clients?” Yugi asked with wide, bright eyes.

“Well don’t you? I don’t know how things work here, but that’s how I heard it works out in the real world.” Jou shrugged.

They all turned to face each other once again, curiosity clear in their eyes. They huddled together and spoke conspiratally about the manner. The seemed to be discussing just how much truth there was to Jou’s words. Finally, as one, they all turned to regard Jou again, Otogi at the front, looking indignant. “T-that… How low-class! How base! No, we don’t do that sort of thing here. We’re a group of classy, handsome and beautiful men offering our time and attention to the lonely women of our school!” Otogi exclaimed.

“Err… alright… Sorry I asked.” Jou sighed.

“Good, now get in costume!” Otogi ordered again, holding the white strips of clothe out to him again.

“NO!” Jou grounded out, blushing darkly, he had been hoping that the change of subject would make them forget, but he was constantly underestimating just how stubborn Otogi could be. “And that collar! It has your symbol as a tag on it!”

Otogi smirked, so he had been caught already, “Well as Pharaoh I should have the pick of the finest slaves the land has to offer, and I have chosen you of course.” He purred as he spoke, cupping Jou’s cheeks tenderly with his hands

“Shouldn’t Yami be the Pharaoh?” Jou asked, completely changing the subject again.

“What?” Otogi’s brows furrowed in confused, turning to look at Yami… who was a slave.

“Nevermind,” Jou waved it off before they questioned him on that as well.

“Umm… okay…” Otogi tried to shrug it off, but his confusion was still clear in his eyes, “Well put on the costume.” he grinned.

“No.” Jou shook his head.

“Do it.”

“No.”

“Oh, c’mon!”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Please~?”

“No.”

“Pretty please?”

“No.”

“Pretty, pretty, pretty please?”

“No.”

“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaassssse~?”

“No.”

“Puh-leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-mnph!”

Kaiba clapped a hand over Otogi’s mouth, effectively putting a stop to the looping idiocy. “They’re the rules, Jou. Wear the costume or wear nothing at all.” He smirked as Jou visibly stiffened then paled, knowing the blonde was remembering when Otogi and a bunch of the girls had walked in on him naked the week before.

Jou glared at Kaiba for a few seconds than groused, grabbing the clothes and trudging to the dressing room, muttering the whole way, “Damn, cold-hearted, tight-assed, bastard… Stupid moneybags always trying to make me look like an idiot. He should talk… He doesn’t have to dress like a slave…”

Otogi grinned to his friend and vice-president. “Thanks, Seto.”

Kaiba snorted softly, “Well I had to figure out a way to get you to stop your pathetic begging. Really, with the way you’re acting, Yami would make a much better pharaoh”

“HEY!”

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Despite the fact that they were dressed as people from ancient Egypt they were still serving tea and snacks in the latest fine china, which Jou found awfully hypocritical, but he held his tongue. But damn was it cold! The season was starting to get very nippy after all! He shivered as he set the tray down, rubbing warmth back into his bare arms. His chest was cold, but he couldn’t rub warmth into that without looking indecent. As it was many of the girls were already staring at him and the whispering about his naked attack, which was still a popular point in conversation. He tried not to look too embarrassed by the whole ordeal even as he held a normal host-like conversation with them.

“Jou! Get over here!” Otogi barked, making Jou sigh heavily. Well he was Otogi’s slave for the day, so there was no other choice. Getting to his feet, his bowed his head and excused himself away from his lovely Cleopatras and made his way towards Otogi. “Yes?”

“Hmm?” Otogi leaned towards Jou and strained his ear as if he couldn’t hear him.

Jou sighed, “Yes, master?” he gritted the word out as if it was physically painful to say.

“You’ve been neglecting your master this whole time, Jou! That’s very naughty of you!” Otogi purred, a sensual smirk tugging at his lips directed right at Jou, making the girls sitting around him squeal and watch the show with wide eyes. It wasn’t often at all that Otogi gave them a show like this! It was usually Bakura and Ryou, and if you stretched the limit, sometimes Yugi and Yami, too. This was a very rare treat indeed! The raven-haired boy couldn’t help but take advantage of the situation, Jou was completely at his mercy today!

“I…” What was Jou supposed to say to that? “I… I’ve been attending to our guests just as you’ve instructed me to, Master.” He mumbled in his best simpering voice. He had learned the power of playing along to these yaoi games the girls went nuts over.

“Hmmm, well I suppose I can forgive you then,” Otogi’s voice lilted sensually, “But you’ve been away from me for long enough. Come, sit on your master’s lap.” This was just the chance that he had been waiting for! Jou was his slave! He could do just about anything he wanted with him as long as he kept it within limits! Oooh, what he was going to make the blonde do! And hopefully in the process he would make Jou his! No one could get in his way!

Jou hid his grimace, about to protest, make an excuse, but he couldn’t think of anything. The girls were watching them like starved vultures. He couldn’t disappoint. He shot Otogi a small, but searing glare, “Y-yes master…”

Everything seemed to move in slow motion, he stepped around the couch, feeling dozens of wide eyes staring in anticipation, even from the other groups. He was really going to do this, but he swore if he felt anything poking him, show or no show he was going to slug that bastard right on the nose! He could feel his heart beating loudly in his ears. He swallowed thickly, turning to face away from Otogi, though he glanced at him over his shoulder. Slowly he started to lower his barely concealed bottom down.

Otogi had to keep himself from drooling; Jou was going to do it! He was really going to do it! He had no idea which of the gods he should thank that the golden blonde beauty was being so obedient today, so he thanked them all. That pert bottom was in his line of sight now, getting a peaking view, noticing that Jou was wearing tightie whities underneath; he knew it was depraved of him but he wanted to reach out and grab it. He didn’t even know why! As far as he knew he wasn’t gay, but… there was something about Jou! Something about the golden blonde that just made him want to hold onto him and never let go. Jou just seemed to… radiate life and energy in every little thing that he did. He was just inches away from bottom to crotch contact! He had to take deep breaths to keep from getting excited then and there. It wouldn’t do to get a hard-on now!

“Jou! Come here!” Kaiba called and Otogi face-faulted, then cursed silently! That bastard! He had been worried that the brunet might have been after Jou, too. This just confirmed it!

“Coming!” Jou was all too happy to get away from the situation, even if it was to deal with Kaiba. Not even so much as excusing himself he dashed towards the bespectacled brunet. “Y-yes?” He was panting for breath, his cheeks tinted pink from both embarrassment and his speedy get-away.

Kaiba simply raised an eyebrow at him in question. He hadn’t expected Jou to run to him like the hounds of hell were at his heels, though he couldn’t help but feel satisfied that he was that desperate to get away from Otogi and his waiting crotch. “There’s a new shipment of teas waiting at the schools main office. I need you to go get them for me.”

Jou balked, “Y-you mean… dressed like this?”

“Yes, you don’t have time to change. We’re low on oolong tea and chai. Go retrieve the package and them bring it back here and make some.”

“Oi! I thought I wasn’t an errand boy anymore!” Jou groused. He got the distinct feeling that Kaiba enjoyed finding ways to embarrass him.

“Fine.” Kaiba shrugged. “I’ll go get the tea. Go back to Otogi then, I’m sure he’s waiting for you.”

Wait… Jou glanced back at Otogi, who was not so discreetly looking at them was suspicious eyes from over the back of the couch. Did Kaiba call him over so he could get away from Otogi’s weirdness? Maybe he wasn’t such a bad guy after all. “Okay fine, I’ll go.”

“Good, now hurry.” Good, things seemed to be working in his favor so far.

Jou nodded, took a deep breath, and strode out of the music room with all the confidence he could muster. Even as the lingering students stopped and stared at him as he walked down the halls, whispered rather loudly about his state of dress, or undress as it were, he held his head high. He had to admit that the scandalous look the secretary gave him made the whole thing worth it. Returning to the club with the package in hand he went right to work on making that oolong tea.

New pots set at all the tables he took a break, sitting next to Kaiba again when the brunette motioned that he take the cushion next to him. Kaiba always seemed so… well not relaxed, but… well calm..? Cool? Collected? That’s when it occurred to him. “Hey! How come I’ve never seen you with any clients before? Everyone is always busy going from table to table or entertaining large groups at a time, but you’re always by yourself!”

Kaiba smirked, “Well someone has to keep the earnings and profits in order, but I do socialize with the ladies once and again.”

Jou rolled, his eyes, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Kaiba simply shrugged. He really had nothing to prove. So he changed the subject. “My notes show that you’re really starting to get quite popular. To be honest I didn’t think you’d do this well this quickly. I was sure Otogi would have to give you more of his special grooming lessons before then.”

“Oi! I’m not some kind of no-class asshole, you know!” Jou started, his hackles rising when the brunette started his usual taunting again, but…. Wait, was Kaiba complimenting him?! “W-wait, what?”

Kaiba looked at him in amusement, “I’m saying that you’re doing really well. At this rate you’ll pay off your debt a lot sooner than I calculated.”

Jou simply stared at the brunette for a few moments in surprise, “A-ah… I… umm… t-thanks, man. I-…”

“That is as long as you stop adding to your debt with your daily idiocies.”

The blonde was so thrown for a loop by the compliment that it took a moment for the insult to register. “…HEY!! I’m not an idiot! And half the stuff that happens isn’t even my fault!”

“So you’re pushing the blame of your mistakes off on others? I thought real men owned up to their actions.” Kaiba said, though his expression was perfectly serious.

Jou sputtered in anger, “A-are ya saying that I ain’t a man, money bags?! Because I’ll have ya know that I-!”

Kaiba interrupted him again, “Keep your voice down, you sound like a yapping dog, mutt.”

“W-What did you call me?!” Jou screamed indignantly, his eyes narrowed angrily, glinting a dangerous yellow in his anger.

It was safe to say that they had an audience at this point.

Kaiba raised an eyebrow at him, his expression still even, though he leaned a little closer to the blonde, making sure to pronounce the word clearly, just loud enough for Jou to hear, “Mutt…”

Jou growled low in his throat. That… That asshole! “Let me tell you something you pompous, spoiled little-!!”

The bespectacled brunet cut him off with a raised finger, “I mean it, mutt. Keep your voice down. You’re going to upset our clients.” But a quick look around would have been able to tell you that their clients weren’t at all upset, but rather fascinated by the fight, hoping for charged emotions and a loss of control by one or both of them! “You wouldn’t want more added to your debt by making paying customers want to leave early, do you?” Ice blue eyes were looking at him evenly, calculating the blonde’s reactions.

What was it about Jou that he found so fun to taunt? He wasn’t sure, but he knew for a fact that nothing or no one had ever caught his attention like the blonde had. It was fun to torment him, to see his face animated with anger, the way his eyes darkened or lit up depending on just how enraged he was. To be able to remind himself that he had been the first to see Jou’s beauty, even before he took off the glasses, though it did help once the glasses came off. Jou was a passionate boy, but it seemed like he really came alive with he was angry. Seto wanted to see more, almost craved it. He wanted to push the golden blonde to his limits and then conquer him.

Just as Kaiba had expected Jou froze then looked around the room, sure enough they had started to draw attention to themselves. Quite a few of the girls looked worried, some even scared, and of course there were the hardcore fangirls looking on with interest, waiting to see what would happen next. What they could possibly be waiting for was beyond Jou.

Eyes the colored a glowing amber with rage turned back to catch calm, icy blue. He leaned further forward so that his and Kaiba’s faces were just a couple of inches apart. “I swear if you call me a mutt or a dog again, I don’t care how rich your family is or how much money I owe ya, I’m gonna kick your ass!” He hissed out the threat under his breath.

A finely manicured eyebrow rose at the threat, the brunette looking almost amused, leaning closer still, his face now a scant inch away from Jou’s. “Watch what you say, mutt. I don’t take well to threats. Keep misbehaving and I’ll have to take you over my knee. Don’t think I won’t do it right here and now just because there are people watching.”

Jou’s cheeks colored red, though it was hard to tell if it was in embarrassment or anger. It couldn’t be the closeness. Jou was too oblivious to realize that his lips were closer to Kaiba’s than his ass had been to Otogi’s crotch. As it was, it took all of Kaiba’s will power to keep from staring at those full lips. Especially when Jou licked them, he seemed to do that a lot when he tried to think of something to say.

“Y-you… you…!” Jou sputtered, his arm coiling back, ready to punch that snotty rich bastard right on the nose!

Kaiba cut him off before he could finish that thought, catching his hand by the wrist and yanking him close still, Jou all but sprawled onto his lap. “I’m sure the girls would love to see your backside glowing red from a spanking.”

Jou’s breath hitched, his face coloring darkly in a mixture of shock, anger, and even shame, since Kaiba was sure that once again he had reminded Jou that a lot of the girls here had already seen his naked ass. But those parted lips. The spectacled brunet was sure that he could lean forward now and capture Jou’s stunned lips with his own, and if his puppy fought him, well he was confident that he’d end up with the upper hand. The resistance made the conquest all the sweeter.

Even as he thought this, he was closing in on the last distance between him and those full, moist lips, time moving in slow motion. He could swear that he could taste them already.

“Jou~!” Ryou waved to the sunny blonde from the circle of girls that he and his twin were entertaining. Kaiba mentally cursed the petite white blonde when the simple call of his name broke the spell and pulled his puppy away from him. “Come over here. Bakura is telling lies about what happened in English today and I want you to set the story straight!”

“It’s not a lie, you were upset when the teacher didn’t pick you to play Juliet opposite my Romeo.”

As if he hadn’t just been ready to kill Kaiba, Jou pulled away from the brunet, getting to his feet, an amused smile on his face. “I’m coming.” He did, however, shoot the brunet the iciest glare he could manage over his shoulder as he walked over to the twins’ group.

Kaiba sighed. He had been so close. While his appearance gave nothing away, though he was inwardly seething. He knew those devil twins had not called Jou at the moment by accident. What he couldn’t understand was why they had done it. Bakura and Ryou didn’t care about anyone other than themselves. Why the sudden interest in his puppy? He’d have to keep an eye on them.

Jou offered the girls his usual, carefree, heart-warming smile and a soft, almost shy ‘thank you’ when they scooted over to make room for him to sit next to the twins.

“Now, Jounouchi-kun!” a petite little wavy-haired girl asked, eyes glittering with mirth. “You’re in Bakura and Ryou’s class! You’re the only one that can set the story straight.”

“Let me hear it,” Jou nodded, leaning back against the couch, though he made sure not to spread his legs even a little like he usually did, and he still made sure never to look at Ryou below the neck.

“Well,” Bakura began his story again, smirking lightly, “We did start reading Romeo and Juliet today, right?”

Jou nodded, “Yeah. The teacher thought it’d be more fun to select students to read out the parts and even perform a skit for extra credit. I was Mercutio,” he smiled with pride at his role, a few of the girls giggling.

“Right, and I was Romeo,” Bakura continued, “And I think I did rather well, we should do a skit for extra credit, ne Jou?” He waved off the question before Jou could answer it. “Well Mrs. Harune, the evil witch, he gave Ryou the role of Tybalt.”

A few girls gasped, something that made Jou look around in surprise. ‘Why is that so shocking?’

“So she basically gave you roles that would pit you against each other?!” a girl with long, smooth red hair gasped in alarm, as if even thinking it was such an heinous act. Jou had to keep from rolling his eyes.

“Exactly!” Bakura crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t know what she could be thinking.”

“Maybe she just thought that Ryou was a very good reader with a wide emotional range?” Jou tried to interject, though for the life of him he didn’t know why he was trying to defend the teacher’s decision in roles. Why did it even matter?

The red-head pouted at him, “You don’t make Bakura and Ryou enemies, not even in a play! How could two such beautiful brothers be pitted against each other?!”

“Ah…” was all Jou could say.

“Anyways!” Bakura intervened once again. “Ryou was very good at it, the way he was reading he might as well have been on the stage acting his heart out, I was moved,” he purred the last part, stroking Ryou’s cheek, the smaller twin simply blushing and looking quietly pleased with himself and Jou realized for the first time how quiet Ryou was being. Sure, he wasn’t as talkative as Bakura, but even for him this was very quiet. Looking him over (though he instantly regretted it, cheeks twinging pink), he could see that Ryou’s entire posture was very submissive, eyes and face slightly downcast toward Bakura, sitting primly, though his shoulders down a little, glancing at his twin every once in a while, though he never looked him directly in the face. Ryou was playing his role of the thief’s harem boy perfectly and Jou really was impressed. He would never be able to do that. With a soft gasp he realized that Bakura was still talking, but he hadn’t been paying attention.

“-Ryou was throwing Kyoko such ugly looks that she looked near tears by the end of class. The teacher finally got to the point where he asked Ryou if he would prefer to switch roles with Kyoko so he could be Juliet!” the girls broke out into giggles once again, the second time they had heard the story after all. “And after class he told me that he would have made a much better Juliet.”

Ryou was flushing pink. “I! I didn’t say that! S-she kept looking at you funny every time she had a scene with you! I know that she really wants to be your girlfriend! She’s been trying to find a reason to be close to you since the beginning of the year! I don’t like her, brother! She’s no good for you!”

“Oh! Ryou was jealous!” One of the girls cooed and they all began cooing and fawning over the slighter twin.

‘So why was I needed again?’ Jou looked around the circle and even if he was amused that Bakura seemed to be the jealous looking one now, but still he didn’t see why the twins had needed to call him over. Could it be… that they were just trying to get him away from Kaiba before they broke out into a fist fight? No, that couldn’t be it. The twins would find a fight entertaining, they wouldn’t stop one. So why?

“So Jou, was Ryou really as jealous as Bakura said?” the curly haired girl asked, wide eyes on the blonde.

“Oh… well… ummm… I can’t really say. He looked upset, I guess that means he was jealous..?” Jou lightly scratched the side of his cheek. He hadn’t been paying any particular attention to the twins in class. How would he know?

“Did he really say that he would have preferred to be Juliet?” Another asked, taking Jou’s ‘maybe’ for a ‘yes.’

“Well I didn’t hear him say that, but now that I think about it, he was sending Kyoko mean looks.”

“See! I told you!” “JOU~!” Bakura and Ryou exclaimed at the same time respectively.

“Well, I can’t really say for sure. I wasn’t paying attention,” Jou held his hands up defensively, not wanting either twin to hurt him for changing his mind. They both had their own brand of evil and he didn’t want to fall prey to either

“Awww, well I guess we’ll never know,” the girls seemed genuinely disappointed.

“Sorry,” Jou said sheepishly, now feeling genuinely guilty that he couldn’t be more helpful.

“Oh, it’s alright Jou! We all know how studious you are! You were probably immersed in your own role, right?” gushed one of the girls.

“I bet you made a wonderful Mercutio!” Another went on.

Jou blushed, shrugging noncommittally, “I did alright, I guess.”

“Jou was alright, at least he didn’t read his lines so flatly like Kyoko,” Ryou stuck out his tongue in distaste.

Bakura tapped said tongue with his fingertip. “Now Ryou, you said you’d be nice.”

“She’s not even here!” Ryou whined with a huff.

“Ryou,” Bakura said in a warning tone.

Ryou sighed and ducked his head, resting it on Bakura, his master’s, lap, “Yes Bakura…”

The girls positively squealed with fangirl joy and Jou’s role in the play reading was completely forgotten by this point. Oh well. It wasn’t like he ever hoped to compete against Ryou and Bakura’s forbidden love angle. He didn’t even want to. The girls liked him enough just the way he was.

Bakura smirked, stroking Ryou’s hair, something that had the girls squirming in their seats. Honestly, this was just too easy sometimes. It was actually starting to lose the fun edge it had at the beginning, but as long as he and Ryou could keep finding new ways to make the girls squeal, see how far they could push this twincest act, it was still pretty fun. But Jou was fun all on his own. There was something about the blonde. Something so ordinary that it was… extraordinary, though at the same time there was nothing ordinary about Jou at all. The golden blonde was… well, it was hard to describe, but there was just this energy around him, an energy that pulled you in closer. He was sure that both he and his twin felt it.

He glanced at Jou, who still seemed out of place in all of this, then past Jou to where on one side Kaiba was glaring back at him with barely concealed murderous intent. And on the other side of Jou Otogi was peeking at them from over the top of the couch he was kneeling on, and though you could only see the top of his head up to his eyes from where he was crouching, it was obvious that their lord was pouting at them as well. It seemed that he and Ryou weren’t the only ones who saw something in Jou. This was far more entertaining than seeing how much they could make the girls squeal.

He knew that Otogi was waiting for the first moment that Jou wasn’t looking busy to call him back. Their lord had been the most obvious in his interest in Jou since the moment he saw him without his glasses. Ever since that day their raven-haired leader was constantly trying to find ways to keep the golden blonde all to himself. And yet Jou didn’t seem to suspect a thing. And now seemed to be that time; Otogi was starting to sit up, he was licking his lips, and-

“Jou, rub my back,” Bakura commanded before the raven-haired boy got a single word out.

Otogi’s face faulted, eyes bugging out wide at the audacity of Bakura’s request then burned red with rage. He stood up straighter on the couch, mouth opening to start reprimanding the wilder of the devil twins, but once again was beaten to his outburst.

“What?! W-why the hell should I do that?!” Jou reeled back as if slapped. He had been starting to enjoy himself talking to some of the girls, and now this all of a sudden!

Glancing at his twin he could see that Ryou also looked confused and a little bit hurt. He gave him a gentle look and then quickly glanced over at Otogi. Ryou, following his glance, suddenly knew exactly what he was doing, settling back down with a smile on his face. Yes, this was going to be fun.

“Well, you’re a slave boy here today, right?” Bakura smirked, waiting for Jou’s response, though he didn’t torture the blonde by forcing him to answer at loud, going on when Jou nodded tersely. “And as a slave I’m ordering you to rub my back. Or if you’d rather you can go back to serving Pharaoh Otogi or High Priest Seto?” Bakura glanced at the two respectively on either side of Jou’s shoulders

It was only then that Jou looked over his shoulder. Kaiba seemed to have gone back to work with whatever he was writing before, but Otogi tensed then quickly looked away, giving away that he had been staring just a moment ago. Jou felt his skin go pale and clammy again. Today just wasn’t his day at all. He was sure that the twins wouldn’t give him a hard time this way. They weren’t weird like Otogi and they didn’t like to rile him up in the same way that Kaiba seemed to and… God, what was he thinking?! Of course they were and of course they did! They were worse than Kaiba and Otogi combined if they wanted to be! How could he have deluded himself into thinking that he was safe with them? He sighed heavily His choices were going back to Otogi and sitting on his lap, going back to Kaiba and fight back the urge to rearrange his face, or… rub Bakura’s back… Somehow the last of the options didn’t seem as bad as the others, but it was still degrading

“But isn’t Ryou your personal slave? Why can’t he do it?” he tried to reason futilely. He knew it was pointless, but he had to try.

A few of the girls tittered, but Bakura shook his head, playing with the leash that connected to Ryou’s collar idly. “Ryou isn’t my slave, he’s my concubine, and I want him on my lap.”

“Bakura…” Ryou breathed out with a blush, the girls squealing in their approval.

Jou had to keep from rolling his eyes. “I… well… umm…” he floundered around for a way out, grabbing onto any little opening that he had. “Shouldn’t my first duty be to serve our lovely princesses? I’d be happy to give them back rubs?”

There was a sudden silence, most of the girls around them stilling, then blushing crimson, fidgeting in place. Apparently this wasn’t such common ground as he would have thought. Forget sleeping with the girls, these girls barely wanted to be touched. This wasn’t a host club! This was a live yaoi theatre!

“N-no! I-it’s okay, Jou-kun! W-we’d much rather just watch! You don’t have to worry about us!” the petite, wavy-haired girl stuttered, cheeks flushed a dark pink.

Barkura smirked. “Well..?”

Jou sighed, defeated. “Alright... So how do we do this?”

Bakura, carefully arranged himself to have his back facing Jou, managing to do it without really displacing his twin on his lap. “Just start at the shoulders and work your way down.

Jou blushed, but nodded, “Fine. But I’m warning you now that I’ve never done this before so it might not be any good.”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine, Jou,” Ryou encouraged, sitting up more on Bakura’s lap so he could see the golden blonde from over his shoulder.

Jou nodded silently, quickly glancing at the girls who were looking at them in barely contained excitement again. He glanced at Otogi, who quickly looked away again, as if he hadn’t been looking at all, then at Kaiba, who was still busy jotting notes down. He sighed. No one to save him now. He scooted closer until he was right at Bakura’s back, not sure how to go about it before simply deciding to just go for it. He moved the long, spiky white hair to the side, then placed his hands on Bakura’s shoulders, slowly starting to rub.

“Mnn… That’s good… Put a little more pressure on the heel of your hand,” Bakura purred his approval, “And move a little lower.”

Jou sighed softly, not knowing that his breath just tickled the nape of Bakura’s neck, almost making the wilder twin shiver. “Yes, sir,” he muttered under his breath and did as he was told.

He was at it for about fifteen minutes in pure silence except for Bakura’s occasional encouragement of direction. Jou was actually a little pleased with himself to be doing such a good job. He always thought he was a bit clumsy. That he could do this right so naturally was a bit of an ego boost. He lost track of everything else, Otogi’s jealous glares, Kaiba’s nearly visible dark aura of anger, though he could still hear the girls whispering excitedly to one another, though their exact words escaped him.

After a few more minutes Bakura pulled away, “Stop. That was great Jou,. Thanks, but you know… I think I could use a temple massage. I think I might be getting a headache.”

“Umm… temple massage?” Jou asked in a bit of a loss.

“Yes, you know… rubbing the temples to help relieve the stress of a headache. I want you to give me one.”

“N-now wait a second..!” Jou started to protest. A back massage was one thing, but he knew for a fact that people were capable of rubbing their own temples! Just then he saw Otogi’s head peek up, and he knew that the raven-haired boy was just waiting for the chance to get him to come back. He wasn’t ready for that. “Fine.”

“Good,” Bakura smirked, as if he knew what Jou’s final answer was going to be all along.

Jou scooted closer to Bakura again, this time his hands rising up to his head, his fingers barely touching his temples before Bakura pulled back again.

“No, not like that. From the front will be better.” Bakura motioned that Ryou slip off his lap and his twin did so quickly.

“The front?” Jou repeated, confusion clear in his tone.

“That’s what I said, now come on.” Bakura turned around so that he was facing Jou this time, motioning him closer.

Jou inwardly cursed, and not for the first time, the fact that he had to be one of the slaves. And apparently the only slave that wasn’t a personal slave, but he was tired of arguing at this point. It was easier to just go with it and get it over it as quickly as possible. With a heavy sigh he shifted so that he was facing Bakura’s front, acutely aware that the girls had grown deathly silent and that their eyes were the size of saucers. He leaned forward awkwardly so that only his hands were touching Bakura as he started his temple rub, pressing his fingers gently to the points at his temple and rubbing slowly.

He hoped that this wouldn’t last long, but minutes went by and Bakura never once told him to stop, only making small sound of approval and contentment. His body was starting to ache from the angle it was in so. Every few minutes he would shift a little closer to relieve some of the strain. Closer and closer until he didn’t realize that he was actually just a squat away from sitting on Bakura’s lap.

The devious white haired teen was grinning smugly, Ryou shaking his head in amusement at the looks that Otogi was shooting them, especially when Otogi’s clients seemed to be annoyed that the prince charming of the host club was being anything but charming to them. In the end Otogi had to reluctantly go back to his duties when one of the girls not so gently tugged at his locks and asked if anything was wrong in the best simpering voice she could muster. The green-eyed boy sighed and pour on the charm once more.

“Yes, that feels much better Jou, don’t stop,” Bakura murmured. With a quick side glance at his twin a devious plot was quickly formed between the two, not a word spoken between them.

Bakura tugged at Ryou’s leash and Ryou nodded his understanding, moving around his twin and the golden blonde until he was behind Jou. Ryou fitted himself at Jou’s back, letting him feel the warmth of his body through the sheer material of his outfit, slim, soft, warm hands caressing lightly between his shoulder blades, making Jou yelp.

“O-oi! W-what are you doing?” Jou stuttered.

Bakura hummed with a wave of his hand, “Oh don’t be so jumpy. You’ve been such a good boy that I thought you deserved a reward. You’ve been looking pretty tense this whole time, you know. Just let Ryou help you relax.” As if the matter was settled, he pulled Jou back towards his chest, this time the blonde losing his balance and plunking down on the white-haired devil’s lap.

Somewhere in the room Otogi gave a cry of dismay and had to fight the urge to rush to his Jou and snatch him away from the evil twins! But for the most part he was ignored.

Jou blushed crimson, his mouth working to make a protest, but then those soft, warm, and amazingly talented hands started to work his back over and all protests were gone, turning the blond into putty in seconds flat. He hadn’t realized just how tense his body had felt until Ryou started working his magic fingers on him. But it made sense. This whole damn club was nothing but a big heaping bag of stress for him. He wouldn’t be surprised if his hair had gone completely gray then fallen out by the end of the year. Though if Ryou gave him massages like this at least once every other week it probably wouldn’t be that bad. Gods, his massage to Bakura must have felt like a novice’s touch compared to Ryou’s. He wondered why Bakura hadn’t asked his twin to help him if he had a headache.

He didn’t notice, nor did he really care just when or how his head ended up being cradled against Bakura’s shoulders, or when Bakura’s arms had draped themselves around his narrow waist, but he was making happy little mewling sounds and Ryou worked out each knot on his back. The girls must have been having a field day, but he didn’t care about that anymore, either. He shivered when he felt a hand brush down his side, but he imagined it must have been a fluke. “Mmmmnh…” and maybe it was his imagination, but Ryou’s touches were steadily moving around his body. He gasped, and barely contained a moan when those hands were suddenly kneeding his chest, fingers toying with his nipples, luckily out of the girls’ view, while slightly rougher hands grabbed his ass from under his wrap, something that was not out of the girls’ view.

He tried the jerk away, but was held fast, sandwiched between the twins. “W-wha..?!” his throat worked, but the words refused to come out.

“Shh-ssh-ssh,” Bakura murmured against his left ear, “Don’t panic now, we’re not going to hurt you.”

“That’s right,” Ryou cooed comfortingly in his right ear,” Just relax and let us help you feel good.”

They were still stroking his body as discreetly as was possible, making Jou shiver, and barely bite back moans and whimpers. This couldn’t be happening! T-they were… t-they… they were!

“Jou,” a deep, warm voice suddenly cut into his panic and made the touches all over his body stop. He looked up to his savior and saw the only member of the host club with actual visible Egyptian decent. He had never been so happy to see Yami in his life!

“A-ah… yeah..?” He pulled away now that the twins had stopped, much to the protests of the watching girls, glad that his body was still under control, because the situation was embarrassing enough already.

“We have too many clients in our group. We need you to help us with them.” Yami smiled, and to Jou it was the smile of an angel.

“Y-yeah, okay! S-sure!” Jou was all too glad to get out of there. He had forgotten about Yami and Yugi! They had to be the most normal ones in this entire group! Except… that they looked alike, but weren’t twins, Yami seemed to look after Yugi as if he was his body guard, and Yugi seemed to be some sort of child genius because he heard that Yugi was a senior, the only other senior in the club besides Yami. Still, they didn’t treat him weirdly at all! Out of everyone in the club, Jou probably liked them the most. He excused himself from the girls, giving Bakura and Ryou a reprimanding look, like one would give their kids as a warning for misbehaving before following Yami back to his group with Yugi.

“Hi Jou!” Yugi waved enthusiastically, his mouth covered in some frosting from a treat.

Jou smiled and nodded, “Hey Yug. So what can I help you guys with?”

“Oh nothing,” Yugi waved it off childishly. “Yami and I just thought that Ryou and Bakura were going too far again so I sent Yami to rescue you!”

Yami chuckled and nodded, “Those two are always going overboard, especially since you’re the newest member of the group. They gave Yugi and I a hard time when we first joined, too.”

“You guys were the last to join before me?” Jou thought that was strange, seeing that they were the oldest in the group.

“Yep!” Yugi chirped happily. “Otogi recruited Kaiba first, then Bakura and Ryou, then me, and of course I said I wouldn’t do it without Yami!”

Jou smiled, “What made you decide to join the host club in the first place? Aren’t you a bit too young for that?”

“Young..?” Yugi tilted his head to the side in confusion.

Yami’s eyes glinted with laughter and shook his head, “Yugi isn’t that young, Jou. Actually he’s the oldest member in the club. He’ll be eighteen in December.”

“W-WHA?!” Jou’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head.

Yugi could only smile sheepishly, “Well yeah… I’m a senior and all.”

“Yugi is just this small and cute naturally! He’ll always be adorable!” One of the girls cooed.

The one next to her nodded her agreement, “That’s right! He’s always going to be our precious little Yugi!”

Yugi beamed and quickly pounced on the two girls in a hug, “Awww! Thanks you guys!”

Jou was flabbergasted. Yugi was… Yugi was older than he was! B-but… but he looked like a kid! He even acted like a kid! It was insane!

But that’s when it occurred to him. Yugi was probably using his looks as a gimmick just like the twins were using their closeness. Maybe Yugi wasn’t like this at all! He suddenly eyed the small boy suspiciously. He could believe that Yugi was that short and seventeen, but he couldn’t believe that any seventeen year old would act as innocent and child-like as Yugi did. He wouldn’t put it past Yami to be using that quiet protector routine as a gimmick, too!

Yugi, noticing the way Jou was eyeing him now, bit his bottom lip, looking worried, “What’s the matter, Jou? Why are you looking at me that way?” Yami glanced at Jou as well, his expression even, but his eyes wary, ready to strike if Jou should do anything to hurt Yugi’s feelings.

“A-ah..!” Jou flushed and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, “No, it’s nothing! Just thinking about some school stuff! Sorry if I freaked ya out or anything!” Who was he kidding! It was impossible to pretend to be that cute and innocent and not be hokey about it! Yugi had to be the real deal!

Yugi was instantly placated by his explanation, nodding “How are your studies going, Jou? Are you getting used to the school?”

“A-aha… Well… yeah, I guess I am!” How could Jou complain to cute little Yugi that because of the club he was having a harder time than ever? He could still finish all his work on time, but now he barely had any time for any of the housework he was responsible for. If his father actually noticed things like that he might have gotten into trouble.

“That’s good!” Yugi continued with the small talk, and Jou was finally starting to relax. He made a note to stick around Yugi and Yami more often then. He noticed lots of things about them. On their own Yugi would probably be cute to the point of cavity causing and Yami looked like the type that people would be too nervous to approach, especially with his exotic, almost eerie looking eyes. But together… they seemed to balance each other out. It was… calming, really. Yugi was chattering away with the girls while stuffing his face with sweets and Yami was… watching them, making idle comments when spoken directly to, making sure that everyone had their tea cups replenished.

And then there was the way he looked after Yugi. It was like he was looking into every little detail the smaller boy was doing and acting accordingly, wiping his face from the sweets, then refilling his plates, smiling and patting him on the head once in a while, carefully watching, as if worried that if he looked away for a second something what happen to his little look-alike… It was… it was so… endearing… Jou had never seen anything like it before, and just watching them made his heart warm.

He took a deep, relaxing breath and settled in comfortably into the couch. Yes, he definitely had to stick closer to Yami and Yugi from now on.

Yugi glanced at Jou, glad to see that the blond was starting to relax. Honestly, those other guys could really carry things too far! But then again he could understand why they were all acting up around Jou. He was a nice guy, and he always tried to be polite, and he had the funniest reactions to everything! He wanted to make sure that he and Jou became good friends despite their age differences! Looking at Yami he could see that his darker half felt the same.

Taking a page from Jou’s book Yugi suddenly flopped back to lay his head on Yami’s lap, yawning animatedly then smacking his lips to pull the whole look together. “I’m tired now, Yami.”

Yami chuckled softly, running golden tanned fingers over Yugi’s soft hair, “Well you did skip your nap today to watch my practice. Would you like to nap, now?”

“Oh! Poor Yugi!”

“Yes! You should nap, Yugi!”

“We don’t mind at all!” The girls cooed one right after the other.

The diminutive senior shook his head, “No, I don’t want to leave all you guys so you can have all the fun without me! Just remind me to go to bed early today, okay, Yami?”

Yami seemed to consider this for a moment, then nodded, “Very well, but in bed by 9 tonight.”

“Awww! But Yami!”

“Yugi, you are the one that asked for an earlier bedtime,” Yami sternly stopped the protest before it even started.

The display made the girls giggle and even Jou smile in amusement as Yugi continued to pout to the unrelenting Yami.

After a staredown that got him no-where Yugi finally caved in. “Okay, fine… But for now can I have more sweets?” Large amethyst eyes widened in pleading.

Yami, after a moment’s hesitation nodded. “That seems fine, but you’re brushing your teeth twice as well tonight.”

“YAY!” Yugi cheered and loaded up his plate with sweets again. One could only wonder where it was all coming from.

Jou looked amused, starting to talk pleasantly with a few of the girls when he felt someone tugging at his sleeve. He looked down and saw Yugi’s wide eyes staring up at him.

“Ah… yeah, what is it Yug?”

Yugi beamed at the impromptu nickname, “Don’t you want any of the sweets, Jou? They’re very good!”

Jou chuckled, having been half-expecting for Yugi to start with the strangeness that had overcome everyone lately. “That’s alright, Yug. I don’t feel much like sweets right now.”

Yugi nodded his understanding, a mouthful of cake bulging his cheeks a little before he swallowed it down. “Yami doesn’t like sweets much either. But you’re welcome to try any of them if you like!”

Jou smiled genuinely, something that, unknowingly to him, made all the boys momentarily stop to stare, this causing the girls to stare as well out of curiosity. “Thanks, Yug! That’s really nice of ya!” Jou really did glow when he smiled.

“Okay, well… I’m tired, so can you feed me?” The question was asked with such innocence that it threw Jou off for a few seconds. “What..?”

Large amethyst eyes peered up at him beseechingly, cute pink lips full in a pout. “Well I’m laying down so it will be difficult to feed myself. Could you do it? Please, Jou?”

Oh god, it was starting again! He thought he was safe here. A quick glance at the girl showed amusement from some, envy from others, and a few that promised hell if he did anything to upset Yugi. “But… Yami is…” Yami was Yugi’s man-servant type person! Even when they weren’t cosplaying Egyptian nobility and their slaves, Yami always did everything for Yugi!

Yugi only pouted more, his eyes becoming brighter as if he was close to the point of tears. “Yami is already being my pillow. I don’t want to move and get uncomfortable. Please Jou?” Yami couldn’t help but chuckle at his little partner’s antics. It seemed that even Yugi couldn’t resist teasing Jou in the end.

Jou sighed heavily, feeling betrayed by the last hopes he had for sanity within the club. But when he thought about it logically they were the two most sane. It was either be molested by Otogi or the twins, have Kaiba make fun and put him down all the time, or… feeding Yugi. Compared to the rest, simply feeding Yugi didn’t seem so bad.

“Fine, but feedin’ ya cake while yer lyin’ down is gonna be awkward, Yug. Don’t wanna get it all over your face, ya know?”

Yugi nodded in understanding, looking thoughtful for a moment. For just that moment Jou thought he’d be able to weasel his way out of this yet!

“There’re grapes, too! See?” Yugi pointed towards the large plates of sweets and there were indeed grapes that had been snuck into the plate of cakes and desserts, a few of them even covered in frosting for being wedged into the tray filled to the brim with sweets. “You can feed me grapes!”

Jou mentally sighed. Well he was the lapdog of the club until he had paid his bills back. He supposed he just hated the scene of the poor scholarship student playing servant to all the rich brats. But he knew how to swallow his pride. Picking up the bundle of grapes he set them on a small plate on his lap. Picking the grapes one by one he started to feed them to Yugi.

“Mmnn!” Yugi settled down further as Jou fed him grapes and Yami played with his hair. He loved being pampered like this. “These grapes are really sweet and yummy! You should try it Yami!”

The crimson-eyed boy smirked and nodded in agreement, making Yugi beam. “Jou! Could you feed grapes to Yami, too?”

Just felt a nerve in his temple twitch, but nodded, “Alright.” He picked a grape that just happened to be coated with frosting. Leaning over Yugi, the small teen watching them with rapt attention, he held out the grape to Yami’s lips, trying his best not to pout.

Yami only smirked, leaning forward the rest of the way and took the offered grape between his lips, his tongue dashing out to lick the frosting from Jou’s fingertips sensually, making the golden blonde blush and sputter, pulling his hand back quickly. The girls squealed in delight to get such an act out of the usually calm Yami, clutching each other as if to keep one another from swooning.

“JOU!!” Otogi had had enough! Everyone was after Jou it seemed! HIS JOU! It was bad enough that the twins wer shameless in their acts, but now Yami and Yugi, too?! With a screech on the floor from where his fine shoes skidded to a halt he pointed to the blond.

Jou nearly jumped out of his skin, then furrowed his brows in annoyance, “Yeah? What is it?”

“…” Otogi mentally cursed. He hadn’t thought of what he could do to get Jou away from them. He looked around, scuffed his foot on the floor, then it came to him. “Instant coffee!”

“Instant coffee..?” Jou repeated with a raise of his brow.

“Y-yes! We’re out of instant coffee! And those little mini powdered donuts… and Ramen! We’re out of a lot of commoner’s foods! I need you to go get some more!” Otogi beamed at himself at his own brilliance.

“Right now?” Jou asked, crossing his arms over his chest, his expression one of confusion and doubt.

“Yes! Right now! So we can be fully stocked by tomorrow!” Otogi grabbed Jou’s wrist and yanked him to his feet, replacing his hold to both his shoulders and steering him to the private dressing room to the side. “So go change out of this back into your uniform! Here’s some money for the groceries!” He pushed a small wad of bills into Jou’s hands. “Don’t worry about rushing back! Take your time! Pick the good brands!” He shoved Jou into the room, not giving the blond time to form any protests and he shut the door right after him. Whirling around, emerald eyes glared at all the different boys in costumes. He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and walk back to his group as if nothing had happened. He knew he couldn’t act while they still had customers.

~

Jou was always the first to leave the club after the day’s duties were over. After all he had several buses to catch to make it back home. After the blond left, before any of the others could do the same, Otogi had called an emergency meeting. The six of them sat around Yugi’s dessert table, though the only dessert was the large piece of cake in front of Yugi.

“So what’s all this about?” Bakura asked while studying his fingernails.

Otogi could barely contain himself. He slammed his hand down on the table, making Yugi and Ryou jump in fright and earning him glares from Yami and Bakura. Kaiba raised an eyebrow at him from behind his glasses, calming sitting back in his chair.

“You know what this is about! What the hell do you guys think you’re doing with Jou?!”

So Otogi decided to be direct. Bakura smirked then shrugged his shoulders. “What? We’re just doing what you were doing. What’s the big deal in that?”

“B-but!” Emerald eyes flashed in anger and possession. “Jou is mine! He was my slave for the day! He was supposed to serve me! He had my symbol on his tag!”

“He had the eye of Horus on tag,” Bakura corrected with a smug look. “We all have the eye on Horus on our items. So rightfully, he belongs to all of us.”

Yugi nodded his agreement, pouting cutely, “Yeah!”

Otogi was shocked. Not just because he hadn’t thought of that, but because… Yugi really seemed to agree with that idea. The little senior usually was just content to watch their bickering.

“You can’t just claim Jou, Otogi. That’s selfish and unfair. You don’t even know how Jou feels about the matter.” It was Yami who pressed out and Otogi shot the Egyptian boy a betrayed look. Not Yami, too!

“B-but! But but but but but!” Otogi stammered, trying to find a logical explanation to why Jou was his already.

“He’s fair game” Bakura smirked.

“That’s not fair!” Otogi outraged.

“Why isn’t it fair?” Ryou asked.

Otogi was flabbergasted. Wasn’t it obvious why that wasn’t fair?! “B-because… because!”

“Jou is free to do what he wants, hang out with who he chooses to hang out with. You can’t choose for him, Otogi. And you can’t just keep sending him away when you don’t like what he’s doing with one of us.” Ryou was usually the voice of reason when he wasn’t playing around.

“Yes I can!” the raven-haired boy pressed on selfishly.

“Otogi, enough!” Kaiba interjected angrily. “They have a point.”

“Oh no! Not you, too!” Otogi pointed an accusing finger at the one in the group he considered his best friend. “You’re just after Jou, too!” The bespectacled brunet didn’t answer him, didn’t even dignify him with a look. He wasn’t happy with what they were saying, but he knew that they did have a point.

“Jou should choose who he wants to be with, if he wants to be with anyone. We can’t choose for him” Yugi nodded as if that settled the matter once and for all.

“That’s not fair!” Otogi whined, then went on, “This is insane!”

“Bakura’s lips spread in a feral grin, “No… this is a game. If we all want Jou to be with us then we can all try, but none of us can force him. Anything else goes. Those are the rules.”

A look of determination crossed everyone in the room. The game was on, and whether in teams or alone, all of them vowed not to lose.

Kaiba’s dark, calculating look surveyed each of them. He knew that he’d have the advantage here. None of them had his connections and skills. He would not lose to any of them. The blond puppy would be his.

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Woo! This took way, way too long! And I had to force my way through some of the parts, so I’m sorry of this is a really sucky chapter! Anyways! Please review! They keep my motivated! And feel free to post any ideas for future chapters that you’d like to see! I might just use them! ^_~