So... It's been a while. My writers block has been bugging the heck out of me! I'm hoping this story will break that and I'll be able to write more on my other stories.

So, before we begin, a few warnings. This is yaoi or slash. Meaning one guy falls in love with another guy. Don't like, don't read. This also contains incest. Yami and Yugi are cousins in this story. Again, if you don't like that kind of thing, don't read. It's not really stressed or anything, so if you wanted to think of them as just friends, I think you could get away with it. Yugi's also underage in the story, whereas Yami is not. Yugi is 17, while Yami is 22.

So if you decide to flame the story because of any of the above reasons, I'll use it to cook steaks with.

(Also contains Confident!Yugi who knows what he wants...)

It also contains a smidgen of puppyshipping. It's really tiny. Smaller than the doorknob on Alice in Wonderland. You really really really have to squint to see it.

For everyone else, please enjoy the story. Also, if you all see any spelling errors, would you kindly let me know? I didn't really review the story...

See you at the bottom!


Hungry Eyes

Yami sighed for the tenth time that night. He was at work, a dance club in downtown Domino, called Egyptian Magic. He was one of three bartenders. The other two, Marik and Bakura, were down at the other end of the bar taking care of a huge group of people. The entire club was packed and there were even more people lined up outside. The music was being controlled by a new DJ that their boss, Seto, had hired. A kid named Joey, who seemed to know Seto from some place long ago. The two were constantly at each other's throats. Yami was amazed that Seto hadn't fired him yet.

Yami sighed and tossed a bottle of daiquiri mix into the air. He whirled around and caught the bottle from behind his back. The customers oohed and ahhed as he finished making their drinks. He set the glasses in front of them and grabbed the empty bottles. He crouched down behind the bar and set them into a crate. Before he stood up, he ran a hand through his spiky hair.

Yami was born with spiky multi-colored hair. Most of it was a dark raven color, while his tips were crimson and the bangs were blonde. Some of said bangs shot up into the dark part of his hair like lightning bolts. His eyes, which as every bit exotic and unusual as his hair, were a deep blood red color. He also had a yearlong tan that made most girls (and guys) drool. All-in-all Yami Sennen was gorgeous. And he knew it too. He knew exactly the kind of effect he had on people. And he used that to his advantage when he worked. He could even charm the Pope into having a drink if he wanted to.

It was this that earned him the title, "The Pharaoh of Egyptian Magic." Whispers could be heard all around the bar. People were wondering if he was taken, (he wasn't) if he was straight, (he was gay) if was looking for someone to be with, (Not at the moment) if he wore colored contacts, (Nope, the color was natural) if he used gel in his hair, (No, that was natural too) and finally if he worked out (Not really. He danced but that was about it.) Yami was well aware of the rumors that floated around because of him. When someone actually asked him, he would simply smile.

"Yami?"

Said person's head snapped up. In front of him stood his exact look-a-like. Well, not exact, but close enough. Yugi Mutou was Yami's younger cousin. He had been staying with him the past couple of months. He was Yami's roommate and best friend. The boy had the same gravity defying, multicolored hair, except he had amethyst tips instead of red. And he didn't have as many blonde streaks in his hair. He had wide, innocent purple eyes as well. Too innocent to be in a place like this, or so Yami thought.

"Yugi, what the hell are you doing here?" Yami demanded as he came around the bar.

Yugi grimaced and smiled sheepishly, but before he had a chance to respond, a voice spoke out from behind him.

"That's my fault," a girl with long red hair and brown eyes said as she stepped around Yugi. She gave a small smile and continued, "One of our classmates invited me out on a date tonight. I was nervous , so I had Yugi come with me. He brought us here, and it was a good think your cousin did come with me. The creep, Ushio, tried to drug me."

Yami's gaze flickered over to Yugi as the smallest of the three nodded, "He threatened us. I knew you were working, so we came over here as fast as we could."

The Pharaoh sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "Well, I don't want you two walking home alone. Ra knows what would happen to you both out there. Come on, you can stay behind the bar with me."

He led them back behind the bar and the two pulled out a couple of stools. Yami sighed again, it was going to be a long night.

2 Hours later…

Yugi and Serena (the girl he was with) were still sitting behind the bar occasionally talking to Yami. They were having a great time drinking sodas and watching the crowd. They quit talking when the music stopped and Joey's voice came over the speakers.

"Hey, Yami!" he called out, "Why not show off those fabulous dance skills of yours?"

Yami picked up a bottle of rum and shook his head, "Not tonight, Joey."

"Oh, why not? Please?"

Yami merely shook his head and proceeded to pour the rum.

"I don't think you can do it," a voice rang out.

The entire club instantly went quiet. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Yami set the bottle down and slowly turned around. Crimson met smirking amethyst as he asked, "What?"

Yugi's smirk widened, "You heard me, Pharaoh, I don't think you can do it."

He walked forward until he was right in front of the popular bartender. He placed his hands on his hips as he stared up at him, "I don't think you can dance."

Yami's eyes narrowed and he folded his arms across his chest, "Oh, really?"

"Yep," Yugi said nodding, "But… if you manage to prove that you can dance, I'll cook for you. Every day. For the next month."

Yami tilted his head as he considered it. Yugi's cooking was fabulous, and he knew he could win. But that kind of dancing he didn't want to do with just anyone. He opened his mouth to say no when an idea hit him. If he said what he was thinking, he doubted Yugi would agree. His mouth curved into a smirk and he nodded, "Fine. It's a deal. On one condition."

"Name it."

"You are the one I dance with," he said. He doubted that Yugi would go through with it. The younger boy was shy and didn't like crowds.

Yugi's eyes narrowed as he hissed at the other, "Are you nuts? You know I can't dance!"

"That's your only choice. Take it or leave it," Yami replied with a shrug.

Yugi was silent for a moment. He knew Yami was expecting him to back out. The two had lived together long enough to figure out what made each other uncomfortable. The entire bar held its breath as they waited for Yugi's answer. A small foreboding smirk made his way onto his face, and Yami gulped. Yugi grinned up at the other and said, "I accept. I just hope you prove me wrong."

To say Yami was not expecting that answer would be an understatement. He was shocked, and while he managed to hide it from the rest of the bar, he knew Yugi knew that he was stunned. He cleared his throat and grinned, "Oh, don't worry little one."

He held out his hand and gave Yugi a smirk that set off the most dormant of butterflies off in the smaller boys stomach as he continued, "I'll make sure that this is one dance you won't soon forget."


Uh-oh... what's going to happen next?

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