Snow White Leather

Title: Snow White Leather
By: Sweet Nightmare
Summary: Gemshipping. Bakura was used to getting what he wanted, but when a strong willed bartender at a BDSM club refuses him, will he give up or just give in?
Warnings: (For later chapters and more will be added later) M/M

Prologue

Ryou smiled softly at the man leaning over the bar countertop as he twirled a lock of his hair around a thick, tan finger. He had to be polite since it was the first night on the job and Yugi had gone through the trouble of getting him the position from his boyfriend, one of the co-owners of the underground club.
"No, thank you, but this really isn't my thing. Thank you the complements though..."
The sly smirk that had been on the foreign man's since he started eyeing the temporary bartender vanished completely. "Excuse me?"
"No thank you," Ryou said louder, thinking the man couldn't hear him over the so-called music playing in the nearly empty barroom since by this late in the evening most of the private guests were in the even more private rooms of the mansion just outside of the city limits.
The other man's shock just seemed to grown by the second before he slide his glass across the counter to silently order a refill as his lips curved to form a crooked grin. "If you're worried about your bosses, little one, you don't have to be. I've taken quiet a few of your predecessors back to my room... after they finished their duties of course."
The long haired boy laughed as he made the customer another drink. "With all the people crowding around you tonight, I'm believe you, mister....?"
"Bakura, but tonight..." His red-ish brown eyes scanned over Ryou like a wolf looking over a cornered rabbit. "I only have my eyes set on you, pretty thing. Especially in that get-up."
He chuckled again as he ran his hands down the leather pants he was forced to borrow. "They're super uncomfortable. I prefer jeans."
"Sorry, but leather is sort of in the dress code here." Ryou jumped slightly, to Bakura's amusement, as another person came up and sat beside the customer.
"Yami."
"Bakura," the leather cladded man said gruntingly before he placed an envelope on the counter and pushed it over to his bartender. "Thanks for coming. You really helped us out in a tight spot."
"Not as much as you're all helping me." Ryou smiled brightly as he took his pay, a smile that wasn't fitting in the BDSM club.
"Seto's car is waiting out front to take you back to the city, unless you changed your mind about staying the night here."
"And you're more than welcome to stay," Bakura grinned as he took a sip of his drink, adding his piece when he started feeling out of the loop. "My room for instance..."
His laughter was like a cherub's giggle in Hell as he started to back away. "I think I'll feel more comfortable back at the apartment with my own clothes after a nice warm bath. Yugi?"
Yami blushed slightly. "Our room. Says he'll call you tomorrow."
Ryou nodded before he turned to his persistent customer and waved slightly before disappearing through the employee door behind the bar. "Nice meeting you, Mr. Bakura."
Bakura raised his glass in a quiet send-off before downing the rest of his drink before he swung his stool to look at Yami. "You should have hired him to work the floor. He doesn't belong behind the bar."
The tri-colored haired man rolled his eyes as he lifted a bottle and another glass from behind the counter. "Aim your pecker elsewhere. He wouldn't let you or anyone else tie him up willingly."
"Shame..." A near drunk chuckle left his lips as he scanned around the finely decorated but dark room, looking for any possible subs that could substitute for the runaway bartender, but somehow he didn't have the energy to bother with anyone else this late in the evening. "I think I can change his mind though. I'm very good at that."
Yami snickered as he poured himself a drink. "You're good, but you're not his type."
"I've turned straight men before."
"Oh no. He's on our team. You're just not his type."
Bakura laughed heartedly as the club owner fill his cup again. "That can be changed though. I can be very... persuasive when it comes to such things."
"You'd have to drug him, and you know that against Millennium Dreams' rules."
"I've never been that desperate."
"You want me to send someone to your room, oh great thief king?"
"Again..." he grunted slightly as he stood up from the stool and semi-playfully punched his companion in the shoulder as he walked off, frowning as he turned his back. "Not desperate. Until next week, pharaoh."
It would be the first time he's ever used the room for the sole purpose of sleeping.

To be continued...
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