Once Around

Saiai Tokoya: Yea, now I'm on AFF.net! I had this story up before, but I can't seem to get to my other account? And can't get a hold of the password. So I made a new one.

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Disclaimer: I do not own YGO!......wish I did. BUT! I do like the plot so much I might rewrite it in manga form with original characters. So please no take the idea!

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He sighed and took a deep breath. 'Okay I gotta make sure, is this what I really want to do? This is my last chance to think it over.' The platinum blonde turned his back to the side entrance of one of the most exclusive and extravagate of nightclubs. His lavender orbs stared at the crumbled piece of paper in his hand, which had scribbled on it the address of the club. His mind flew back to the night when that paper was given to him.

- Flashback -

The blonde slowly grinded up against his dance partner. His rhythm matched that of the fierce, pounding beat of the music. Such pleasure was brought by this for both of them. In the distance, a pair of grayish blue eyes was stuck on him. Those eyes made their way over to her friend,

"That is one of the sexiest things I've seen all night." She stated rather calmly.

"Who, the dancing or the dancers themselves?" a cheerful looking brunette asked as she twisted her long locks around her finger.

"Everything, he would be a nice addition to DOD."

"Oh, you think? He looks almost like Marik. Having two tan and blonde hotties would ruin his uniqueness."

"Don't worry about," she quickly got up from the booth the two sat at and made her way over to the blonde, who had made his way over to his own booth. He wiped the sweat off his forehead as he sat down. 'Damn, I love that song.' He ran his sun baked fingers into his finely bleached hair as he breathed somewhat heavily.

"Tired?" she simply asked the obviously out of breathe dancer. "Yea, I am, sorry, but I'm sitting this one out. If you want to wait I'll gladly dance the next one with you."

"I'm not interested in a dance, hunny, I'm interested in you dancing for me." The blonde got a confused look on his face. 'For her?' She sat in the sat across from him, kicking her leg up to cross it over the other. She smirked at the look on his face.

"Yea, you heard me right, dance FOR me." The red head let out a soft chuckle.

"The name is Kei Hagewashi, and I am the owner of the top male strip club in this city...no, make that the entire country." Malik only nodded, seeming like he was no where near interested.

"That's nice." This caused Kei to frown;

"Do you still not get what I'm asking for?"

"I think I get you Miss Hagewashi, and I would really have the decline." On the outside Kei remained calm, but on the inside she was starting to panic. She desperately wanted this tanned beauty to be part of her collection of exotic men.

"You can't say no so quickly..." she was rudely cut off by the sexy blonde.

"Oh but I can, and I will." He jumped from his seat, grabbing his shiny purple over shirt. Kei's jaw dropped as she glanced over to her friend who has a wide smirk on her face. 'I know what she's thinking. I have never been turned down in all my life; well I'll show you hunny.' Her eyes darted over towards Malik.

"You're mine," she whispered in a low growl. She smacked her hand on the table as she bolted away from the table, chasing after the mysterious, attractive ecru one.

“You're not going to listen to what I have to offer?" she shouted over the loud techno music.

"No, I'm not!" he shouted back.

"But, you have no idea of what an opportunity you're passing up." She followed out through the exit of the club, and down the street to where she was guessing, his car. The tanned one walked over to a beat up looking Nissan with dents here and there, and a giant, black gash in the paint.

"This is what you drive?" Kei placed her hands on her hips as she glared at the crappy vehicle. He tossed his over shirt into the backseat,

"Yea, it's what I drive, and it really shouldn't bother you."

"With the salary I have to offer, you could be driving the car of your dreams." He patted the car's hood, "how do you know this isn't the car of my dreams?"

"Oh, I hope it isn't," she shook her head with disapprovement. "Come on, hear me out at least. What have you got to lose?" "My dinner maybe?"

"You're so...damn you're rude!"

"Forgive me Miss Hagewashi, but I'm not into the whole taking my clothes off for people I don't know thing. My body is my privacy and no one else's." he fiddled through his pockets looking for his keys.

"I respect your privacy Mr....ummm?"

"Ishtar, Malik Ishtar"

"Right, Mr. Ishtar, but you should be respectful to me in at least listening to what I have to say. I might say some things you might like."

"Alright Miss Hagewashi, try me."

"My place is called Dungeons of the Dark, and I have a wide variety of boys working for me, and a wide variety of customers. Ranging from men to women and of all ages too. But no one under 21 gets in, we clear."

"I hear yea..." Malik crossed his arms, still thinking he wanted nothing to do with this, but she had a point. He should at least listen.

"Even though the most erotic and unusual things can happen at my place, no one gets hurt, to bad." Kei let out an almost evil sounding chuckle.

"Some of my boys have preferences. Like one boy will have nothing to do with sex toys, and other refuses to dance with another dancer and I totally understand these preferences and totally go with them. The happier my men are, the more willing they are." Malik only smirked.

"I guess by my dancing you saw I prefer to dance with men?"

"Definitely and I love it. Men truly fascinate me."

"Calm down Miss Hagewashi, I don't need you turning into a puddle of goo on the concrete." The club owner let out another chuckle.

"Trust me, I'm over my giggling school girl phase, nothing can turn me into a puddle of goo anymore, although my boys are still trying."

"Speaking of your "boys" what kind of guys yea got?"

"I have shy, cutesy boys who look like they should still be in school, I have guys who look like back street brawlers, and I have men who would make perfect dominatrixes. Need I say more?" Malik let out a soft laugh, "sounds nice."

"Oh, it is. You should really come check it out, a trial run before you give me a final answer."

"Alright, I'll come." Kei grinned evilly.

"Good." She pulled out a piece of paper and pen from her little purse.

"Turn!" she spun her finger around in a circle to indicate she wanted to use his back as her writing desk. And for some reason, he obeyed.

"Ah, you learn so quickly." Malik looked back at her with a goofy grin on his face. "Not too far is it?"

"Not really," Kei scribbled down the address in a handwriting that proved she was in a rush.

"Don't ditch me, I'll be highly disappointed." She held the paper out to him between to fingers. Malik snatched the paper away, and opened it to read the address. When he lifted his head to ask a question, she was gone.

- End Flashback -

'Alright, it's now or never. I need the money, so I gotta do this.' Malik pushed open the side door, where he found himself greeted by a brunette, twisting her hair around her finger.

"So your name is Malik?" Malik only nodded in response. "Great, Kei has been waiting all night," the girl gave a playful pout, "she was afraid you weren't going to come. You don't want to make Madam Kei upset with you, do you?"

"Oh no, we don't want that." Malik gave a charming smirk which made the brunette giggle.

"Right this way then, and I warn you now, this place ain't for the weak hearted." She led Malik down the hall and pushed open another door which leads Malik into a world he would soon be calling home. The room was dimly light with red, purple and blue lights. There was a stage in the center, with two long catwalks on both sides. Tables and chairs were scattered about and filled with customers that matched Kei's description from the previous night. To the far right was a large bar, a couple stairwells that lead to only to what one could wonder. The girl was leading Malik up to one of those stairwells. She tossed her hair to the side and looked back at him,

"My name is Saiai, and I'm one of Kei's closest friends. I'm also one of her sponsors, so I'm constantly here to make sure I get my money's worth." Saiai grabbed Malik's hand as she practically tugged him up the stairs. The music was blaring so loud it made Malik's head spin, and the cheers from the crowd didn't help much since they were trying to be louder than the music. Malik turned his head quickly, seeing a show had began on stage. A white haired man in nothing more than tight leather pants, and black boots stood by his victim, a tanned male with spiky blonde hair. The white haired one cracked his whip, and Malik looked away quickly. 'I have to do that?' Before he knew it, he was in the presence of the red head once more.

"So you made it!" Kei was sitting in a large booth that sat upon a balcony that over looked the entire club floor. She crossed her leg and pulled a dirty blonde haired boy closer to her.

"I was starting to lose hope."

"Don't give up on me just yet." Malik grinned. Saiai pushed past Malik grabbing her purse from the table, "I'll be making my leave Kei, I think my husband might be missing me."

"Alright, I'll be seeing you. And I'll definitely make sure he works the next time you come."

"I'll be looking forward to it! Ciao Kei!" Saiai made her leave and Malik stood alone. He dug his hands into his pockets as he looked about feeling so out of place.

"Sit down Malik, and calm yourself." Once more, Malik did as he was told. He glanced over to the boy Kei was holding so tightly, to find that the blonde was staring at him.

"I can tell you're nervous. This isn't probably the kind of place you hang out at often." She leaned over and kissed the boy's cheek. "Jou, go get me a drink, please honey." Without saying anything, he jumped up, and went to go do as he was commanded. Kei giggled, "he loves me! All my boys do." Kei leaned back in her seat, gazing into Malik's eyes.

"So have you thought about my offer? You would make such a nice addition to my collection." "Let's get this straight Kei; I'm a person, not an object."

"Oh, I know that honey! And trust me I treat all my boys like they are human beings, but customers don't. To customers, you are an object that brings them lust, pleasure, and satisfaction. I guess I should warn you of that now before you make a final decision." Malik sighed. 'This is the toughest decision I have ever made my whole life. I don't know if I can handle doing this kind of stuff. But I really need the money.'

"So, what will it be honey?" There was a long silence between the two before Malik spoke again. Finally, Kei got her anticipated answer.

"Yes."

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Saiai Tokoya: That's the end of chapter one. I hope you all enjoy.