Title: Mr. Everything and Mr. Perfect

Disclaimer: I am writing this story for fun and not profit. The characters belong to Kazuki Takahashi.

Warnings: Drama. Humor. Sexual relations between Males. OOCness. Two-shot.

Pairings: Mobiumshipping.

Rating: MA

Summary: As far as Yugi was concerned, those frilly little girls standing outside the campus gymnasium really needed to get a clue. Don't get him wrong, he'd heard the rumors of some super fly fine, handsome, good-looking guys causing an orgasmic rave every time they showed up, but come on; they weren't all that . . . were they?

Author's Rant: This will be a series of scenarios, either one, two or three chapters long. I don't really care for one-shots, so I usually place them all in single unit instead of wasting space. They'll be moderate to long chapters, and updates will be random.

Mr. Everything and Mr. Perfect

This is the third time this week and the twentieth time this month Yugi Muto has witnessed these thirsty ass females loitering outside the Cross Fit Gym down by Emerald Coast Parkway. Here it was blazing ninety-eight degrees, because Destin, Florida refuses to have a day lower than ninety-five, and they were lurking like a wall of children outside a brand new candy shop.

Yugi shook his head as he walked down the sidewalk from his job at the Enterprise Car Rentals on a Monday. He'd heard the rumors about some new fitness freaks that started attending Cross Fit about two months ago. They were supposed to be the finest things alive since Seto Kaiba, but if they had that guy's funky attitude, they weren't worth the curiosity.

Now, Yugi would consider it his civic duty to call the pack of women out on how ridiculous they looked, but he too had to wonder if these two were really all that.

Knowing all these chicks, they probably weren't. They could be uglier than a sack of assholes. His curiosity did grow a little bit when two of the secretaries from the company neighboring his boss's business ran up to him one afternoon and dragged him off down the sidewalk.

"Some of us got bills to pay, Ms. Tea Gardener," Yugi protested annoyingly while pulling in the other direction. "I can't do that if I'm window shopping for men!"

Rebecca helped pull his other arm while Tea, pushed from behind. "You promised you'd join us for lunch. You can't go back on your word!"

"And when exactly are we supposed to eat?" Yugi planted his feet on the ground.

Tea locked her ankle around Yugi's leg and tripped him forward. "Trust me, when you see these guys, you'll never wanna look at a cheeseburger again."

It was official. These heifas were insane. They had the nerve, the absolute nerve, to ambush him right when they were about to walk into Burger King and get that double cheeseburger meal and the extra free cheeseburger.

Oh no, they suddenly had a change of heart and made a detour across the street where Yugi thought they'd go to Fat Daddy's Pizza instead. As soon as Yugi saw half of Florida's female population crowding around the gym building, he immediately started walking back to work.

"To hell with that," he said. Fuck that. He wasn't hungry anymore. He'd been meaning to try out the new vending machines in the snack room anyway.

Tea and Rebecca, however, weren't having that and trapped him. For the past fifteen minutes, they fought with their friend, making a spectacle of themselves.

You see, Yugi didn't mind men. He loved them as much as he loved breasts. He loved dick, he absolutely loved it. He loved titties too.

Yugi was a realistic kind of person, someone who didn't date a person based on their looks, class, race, fortune or whatever. Hell, his last boyfriend, Valon was proof that you didn't have to have it all in order get Yugi's attention. He had no job, no money, but he did have plenty of looks, could fuck like a bucking racehorse and had a wicked accent that made Yugi melt in his shoes. However, Yugi caught the bastard sleeping behind his back with some blonde chick whose name he couldn't remember. Yugi did remember her face when he smashed her windshield in with a rock and let the air out of Valon's tires.

Yugi wasn't bitter of course. Nope. He was just taking a break.

Anyway, men weren't perfect. Yugi refused to believe that such a man existed. They were all human just like everyone else and as such, that entitled them to being a common red-blooded person. What these horny broads failed to realize is, by just standing outside with their faces plastered against the glass, these guys were probably having a good laugh at their expense.

That made Yugi double his efforts to run away. He'd be damned if he was reduced to a desperate groupie!

"No," Yugi whined. "Guys, you know my lunch's only thirty minutes. I'm not gonna tell Raphael I'm late because my so-called friends needed to get off on some guys they never even met!"

"Be quiet and come on!" Rebecca barked and pulled. "You know you wanna see as much as we do!"

"First of all, I have no problem getting mines, alright? That's you and Ms. Horny Diva here, who must be seen."

What Yugi was trying to do was save his friends from public ridicule. They were just going to be another pair of pussies added to the horde. Yugi gave up trying to fight and allowed himself to be blended into the herd of women. There was a multitude of perfumes ranging from Sweet Pea and Vanilla to Cinnamon, Apple Spice and Honeydew. His sinuses were going to be fucked up when this was over.

"I can't believe I let you two drag me here." Yugi glanced around. He could appreciate the view a little while here. There were a bunch of ladies sporting 38 C to 40 DD cups, 26-inch waistlines and thick hips. Some of them had hair extensions as far down as their ass cracks and curved manicure nails like snake fangs. They were beautiful and some damn near gorgeous.

Yugi chuckled. If—and this was a huge if—these supposed hotties weren't jack-shit ugly, Tea and Rebecca didn't stand a chance. Don't him wrong, Yugi loved his friends to death, but in this sea of magazine models and video vixens wearing Gucci, Baby Phat, and Prada, and their stylist hair looking fabulous, Tea and Rebecca looked like a couple of sexy grandmas' in their pencil skirts and blouses.

Shoving his hands in his khaki pressed slacks, Yugi rocked back and forth on the heels of his feet. As far as he could see through the windows, there wasn't anything interesting happening inside. He saw a few of the regular body builders using the treadmill, some using the floor pats to do push-ups, a small group following a lead in the back corner. They looked decent enough, but there wasn't anyone in their drool-worthy.

So why the hell—

That's when Yugi heard the collective gasp flow through the women. All their heads turned to the left. Yugi had to weave through and duck through the swarm in order to get a good view. If he was going to be stuck here, he might as well see what the fuss was about.

Yugi broke from the crowd and that's when he saw him.

Yugi knew the moment he turned into one of those starry-eyed fan girls when all the surrounding sound seemed to go mute and the world looked rosy.

Perfection did exist. He was real and he was stepping out of a platinum 2014 Cadillac ATS. That was him. That had to be him. This 5'11 chocolate ecstasy on legs was wearing a white Nike spandex shirt, black Jordan jersey shorts and low top Air Max shoes. Yugi was right along with the women, swooning as the muscles flexed and jumped beneath the man's clothes. He had long, long, long legs; they were endless and thick. His hair was just, wow, it was unruly, wild and flustered in all kinds of colors; like a sprouting sunset blooming from his scalp.

"Holy shit," Yugi whispered as the man strolled along the pathway leaning to the gym, oblivious to the sea of onlookers as he tip-tapped on his cell phone, eyes hidden behind some Prada sunglasses. Yugi couldn't stop looking at him. He was so fucking sexy and exotic.

Yugi's mouth was soaked with saliva, juices rumbling in his stomach and pooling like lava in his groin.

Sweet Jesus, the man was coming right this way. Yugi's feet were glued to the concrete as he took in more and more of this dark tanned man who'd finished up with his phone and was now looking directly at Yugi. Yugi's heart went into double time, and his veins started to roar with blood. Everything was set into slow motion, those eyes hidden beneath the midnight shades, though Yugi knew he was looking at him. The younger man was captivated.

It was a staring stalemate between them, Yugi and Mr. Perfect locked in a solid gaze. He was exuding this strikingly smooth aura, heavy as gravity, as he finally came within a couple of feet of Yugi. The man paused a mere second to look Yugi in the face, then kept coming, interest lost. Yugi caught a good whiff of a woodsy cologne and Irish Spring soap. The man disappeared inside the gym, taking his haughty aura with him.

As the tension left, Yugi's muscles liquefied. He would've fallen right there if Tea and Rebecca hadn't come to tug on his arms.

"Someone looks like they're ready to fuck," Tea giggled in his ear.

Yugi sighed hard. "It feels like I'm ready to fuck."

Rebecca was beside herself, chortling at Yugi's reaction. "See, we told you it was worth it. And you wanted to go to Burger King."

"Just wait until the other one comes," Tea added in, amused. "You thought he was cute, you haven't seen anything yet."

Shit, there was more?

Yugi squirmed loose out of their grasp and straightened up. He wiggled his jaw from side to side, noting the slight ache and prayed that he hadn't looked like he was ready to swallow a pool ball.

"Look, look!"

Yugi's head snapped like a whip.

A jet-black 2013 Chevy Camaro rolled into the parking lot, loud speakers thumping the ground like an earthquake with Tap Out by Rich Game, Nikki Minaj, Future and Bird Man. It was sitting on twenty-eight-inch chrome rims with silver swirly pin striping. The windows were tinted black, disguising the driver within as he whipped through the parking lot until finding an empty space in front of the Cadillac.

The door cracked open and out stepped what had to be another one of God's favorites. Yugi saw the splash of crimson, blond and black hair erupting like an umbrella, before the rest of the man appeared. The last one was Mr. Everything; this one, this one was Mr. Perfect. Perfect was he and he was perfect.

Yugi had to step forward to get a better view of the man and stayed paralyzed where he was when he closed the door. The man stood a full 5'9 or 5'10 in height with skin the color of warm butterscotch, stalking toward the building like an alpha lion. His shoulders were broad, he had a few gothic tattoos on his left arm—the one currently supporting a red Nike duffle bag—and disappeared beneath a gray, sleeveless Under Armour shirt, some white cotton cargo pants, and black and red Adidas.

There was a slit cut in the front of his shirt, revealing mouth-watering pectorals. His chest looked firm and solid, with curving washboard abdominals. There was so much to this man, who was sucking down a Smoothie King Slurpee with those caramel thick lips. When he pulled that red, long stem straw from his lips and licked the excess juices from his chin, Yugi almost caved into an orgasmic flutter. Look at this man. He was roped from head to toe with good everything. Mr. Perfect's legs were just as long as Mr. Everything's.

Mr. Perfect looked up with half-lidded, lazy eyes, and ensnared Yugi with a gaze like wine exposed to sunshine. The closer the man came, the more Yugi felt like the very air was being sucked from his lungs. The man continued staring, a tiny frown marring his handsome face. He kept on going, eyes locked on Yugi's face until turning and disappearing behind the sliding glass doors.

Yugi's eyes were impossibly wide. The women behind him were fanning themselves, cackling and abuzz with delight. Yugi tugged at his tailored polo shirt, feeling a little hot under the collar. It was official. He was now a firm believer that he'd just met God.

"Girl, did you see how fine he was?"

"Did I? Oh mercy, he can bend me anytime."

"Honey, please, he doesn't want your chicken-neck looking self."

Tea and Rebecca emerged from the fan of women, also waving their hands across their face.

"This was the best lunch I've ever had. Oh my, they were gorgeous," sighed Tea, longingly. "Whelp, show's over, time to head back. If we leave now, we can get our meal to go and be back with ten minutes to spare."

"Yeah, good plan. Come on, Yugi!" The girls started down the sidewalk, disbursing with the other women.

Yugi had long forgotten his name or where he was. He was hungry all right . . . but definitely not for food.

"Urm, you two go ahead without me," he waved off absently, eyes trained on the closed doors as if they held the gateway to paradise. "I'll eat at Fat Daddy's."

"You sure, Yugi?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good. Go away now."

"Pfft, yeah right." Rebecca rolled her eyes playfully. "If you're thinking about getting in there, you better think again. Only the high rollers can afford the Drill Room."

Yugi finally gave his friends his attention. "What room?"

"The Drill Room," sighed Tea. She hiked up her purse and looked woefully at the building. "It's a special VIP room reserved for anyone who can afford to buy it out every week."

"So?"

"So, those two that just walked in? They and other people rent it out three days out of the week to do whatever."

"And you know this how?" It suddenly dawned on Yugi and he gave the shittest grin in the world. "Couldn't get in could you?"

A hot blush raced over Tea's nose. "No! I didn't want to go in. Besides, who'd want to anyway? They're probably doing the same thing everyone else does."

"Sure, just with better equipment and spa treatments and Martinis." Rebecca chuckled. "Anyway, who cares what they're into? People with money usually have bad attitudes."

"Like Seto Kaiba?"

"Just like Kaiba."

"Ugh, tell me about it. You heard that he fired Luis last week just because he misspelled his last name in the stock documents?"

"He suspended Gracie for taking a sixteen minute break instead of fifteen."

The girls left gossiping, voices decreasing in audio. Yugi waited until they rounded the corner and the rest of the vultures scattered before making his way inside the air-conditioned franchise. It was enormous, like walking inside an occupied warehouse. There were gymnastic rings hanging from the ceiling, rows of treadmills, stairwell climbers, and elliptical machines—mostly used by the women—, immobile bikes, widely spaced floor mats, colored based on the exerciser's level and groups following a guide.

It was easy to lose your nerve in this place. Everywhere Yugi looked he spotted mountains of muscle, arms thick as tree trunks, thighs like pillars and chests as hard as brick walls. Loud grunts came from every corner of the room, the clank of metal collapsing on the floor and satisfied sighs after a repetition.

All of that was well and good, but Yugi wasn't looking at these people. He wanted to know where the eye candy went too.

"Welcome to Cross Fit, your home for proper health improvement and building confidence."

Yugi glanced around until he pinpointed the cheery voice coming from a small red and yellow square booth, decorated with hanging plastic fruits. Brochures and booklets of the gym's specials and ratings and events were stacked neatly on the corners next to health advice and recipes for low calorie/ nutrient meals.

She was a pretty, dark haired girl, wearing the gym's signature black tank top and forest green pants. She had a bright smile and slanted brown eyes with round buns in her hair. Yugi went over. Her smile grew wider.

"We're having a $20.00 membership for the first year if you decide to join today and a coupon book that comes with the membership, listing meals of nutritious value that you can come seven days out of the week. If you decide to bring a friend, you can earn a ten percent discount on any purchase at the Smoothie Bar. Would you be interested today, sir?"

"Um, no thanks," said Yugi. "I was wondering if you could tell me how much it costs to get into the Drill Room."

The girl with the name tag saying Vivian Wong, smiled even wider, if it was possible, and said, "We're charging a minimum of $500.00 per day or $2000.00 a week, which includes daily spa treatments, Jacuzzi privileges, massages, mud baths, facials, manicures, pedicures, and an endless supply of free smoothies; as many as you want."

Yugi whimpered on the inside. His feelings were hurt. "So, so that's the minimum huh?"

"Yes sir." Vivian tilted her head happily. "But if you bring a friend, it reduces a hundred dollars per person."

Yugi perked up right away. "Oh? Like, if I bring four friends, it'll cost me only a hundred bucks?"

"Sure, the more the merrier. We're actually going to have an Aerobics Course happening next week. You and your friends can join then if you want."

Oh, he planned too. Yugi grinned like Christmas came early. "Sure, yeah, sign me up." He was looking forward to this more and more, especially if it meant he'd get to meet Mr. Perfect and Mr. Everything.

"Vivian, could you call Keith in to clean up one of the treadmills? It's got this greasy grind on the belt."

This deep, baritone vibrated straight Yugi's body. It was a sensation so wonderful; he wanted it to happen again. Yugi turned to face that voice's owner and forgot how to breathe.

It was him. Mr. Everything was here in the flesh, tall and, just, just, fine.

"Well do, Mr. Ebony. Oh, by the way, this young man here will be joining your Aerobics class next week with friends."

"Will he now," Mr. Everything, now known as Mr. Ebony, held out his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you. We treat all of our students with the upmost care and provide as much individual attention as needed. We look forward to having you there, Mr. . . ."

Yugi was in lost in blissful awe of the moment, lost in Mr. Ebony's rich smoky violet eyes. Mr. Ebony raised a thinly sculpted eyebrow, smiling deepening as he lifted his large hand up to wave in Yugi's face.

"Huh?" Yugi blinked.

He thought a moment.

Oh God.

"Did you say something?" Yugi asked, horrified.

Mr. Ebony chuckled, the throaty rumble snaking through Yugi's nervous system like a rush of adrenaline. He lowered his hand and grasped Yugi's with a firm, dry grip. His hands, they were rough and strong.

Those enticingly full lips pulled into a lazy smirk. "I asked for your name. I'm Atem."

Oh. . . OH!

"Yugi, sorry, my name's Yugi, Yugi Muto." Yugi cheesed sheepishly.

"Yugi Muto."

Yugi's entire body tingled. He wanted his name said like that again.

"Well, it was nice meeting you, Mr. Muto. We look forward to having you."

"Me too. I can't wait."

Atem winked, slowly, very slowly released Yugi's hand and stepped away to head back into the Drill Room. Yugi gulped at last, feeling like he'd been zapped of energy.

"So, when would you like to sign up?"

Yugi blinked. "Now, do it now. I wanna do it now." There were many things he wanted to do right now. Namely a certain Mr. Everything and if Mr. Perfect was as enticing, Yugi felt sorry for the gym's janitor. These floors were going to be soiled with three years' worth of fucking.