Title: Three's a Crowd

Warnings: Shonen-ai. Yaoi. Mild language and humor. Slight OOC.

Synopsis: Yugi was just sitting in gym class, minding his own business, when two members of opposite cliques decided to make him their own. Who knew that a simple, silly setup would lead Yugi into something much more heavy?

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters, nor do I make a profit from these stories. This is for entertainment purposes ONLY.

Pairings: Mobiumshipping and implied Wishshipping.

(A/N): These stories will be a combination of one to four shots, and nothing more if I can help it. In between my longer chapter stories, I'll be doing these shorter ones in the meantime to keep you guys entertained. So with that said, on with the show! ^_^

Yugi Muto sat on the bleachers of the gym at Domino High School, wearing his favorite black John Lennon graphic t-shirt, black Levi's relaxed straight jeans and Nike sandals, with his signature violet eyes behind a pair of Polo Ralph Lauren bifocal lenses buried in his favorite book: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone by J.K Rowling. He'd already read every single book a dozen times but it didn't matter. Each novel took him to a world that Yugi could only dream of, a world far far from his current reality. This stupid farce of an educational system that he couldn't wait to walk away from forever once graduation approached. But that venture wouldn't be for yet another year. He was a junior.

It was cool. In between standardized testing, applying to college and balancing a social life—or lack thereof, Yugi knew that the year would scurry on by, and he would be away from this rat hole forever. He wasn't aware of his current surroundings as he continued to read word after word, subconsciously grinning at the good parts as the atmosphere around him bore a totally different theme. He never participated in gym class, apprehension filling his bone marrow at the thought of getting physical and rough with one of those meatheads and overzealous testosterone fueled jocks that couldn't differentiate between a triangle and a trapezoid. To Yugi, the class seemed pointless, teaching nothing about physical education at all, as the teacher, a guy most students knew as just Ushio, left the students to their leisure as he locked himself away in his office while the class just did whatever they wanted.

Yugi didn't care. At least he wouldn't be forced to participate in something that he regarded pointless to begin with. Reading his favorite novel was much more mentally stimulating.

He turned the page to his favorite part and almost squealed out loud. Yugi caught himself though, darting his eyes around him to make sure no one noticed the animation on his face. Not that he would be embarrassed if they did. It's just that people at this school tended to take one thing and make it another. Which was why Yugi couldn't wait to leave once and for all.

And anyways, who would have cared? Most of the bookworms at this school were thankfully left alone because they had a reputation of being too weird to mess with or the more popular crowd thought that if they were pushed too far, they'd bring an AK to school and off everyone. Fortunately no one was that insane.

Yugi was thought to be one of those socially inept, mute, awkward turtles, but once someone got to know him he was anything but. He didn't fret either way though. He wasn't gonna go out of his way to talk to any of these heathens either. Nobody ever caught his eye, ever since Joey Wheeler moved away to boarding school. If Yugi was honest with himself, he was the hottest blond this side of the Nile River. It was too bad that their potential romance couldn't bud into a flower before Joey was sent away. It figured.

Yugi's meditation was suddenly disturbed when something brushed past his face and he felt the fabric pelt across his cheeks and his vision temporarily blurred as he shook his head to decipher what just happened. He'd dropped his book in the process and quickly picked it back up, in addition to his glasses, which was why he was blinded for a second or two. Pushing the frames back on his face, Yugi turned his head to yell at the inconsiderate prick that bumped into him without so much as an apology.

And sweet Jesus, what a delectable prick he was. He modeled a red Obey pullover hoodie, black skinny fit jeans, and black high top Supras. A pair of black and silver Beats by Dre Pro Edition headphones covered his ears as he slightly bobbed his head back and forth to the melodic tune. His hood covered most of his jacked up hair and a few blond tresses shadowed his vacant crimson eyes, sharp as a blade yet nonthreatening to anyone that looked at him. Rivers of pale, porcelain skin etched his defined cheekbones and locked jaw, rippling muscles whenever the music reached the climax and was too much for his ears. Yugi marveled, looking at this specimen of a man a little too hard for comfort, but his eyes couldn't peel away. The way he bobbed his head and tapped his hand absentmindedly on the surface of the bleachers, ignoring everyone around him including Yugi, made the boy all more curious.

Against better judgment, Yugi sat closer to his new infatuation, eager to know what he was listening to, but the boy's music was playing loud enough, even from where Yugi was sitting, to figure out the lyrics:

Girl you're fixing to get your heart broke

Don't be absurd, ma'am, you birdbrain baby

I ain't called anybody baby since Birdman, unless you're a swallow

Word, Rick, word man you heard, but don't be discouraged girl

This is your jam, unless you got toe jam

Ah. Berserk by Eminem. Not Yugi's first choice of music but everyone was allowed their vices. Admiring this stranger so much, Yugi felt compelled to say something. Despite his disposition, the guy didn't look all too hostile—just pretty damn cute. Dare say better looking than Joey.

Before he could though, he saw the expression on the guy's face change to sheer horror faster than Yugi could register, and he ducked when a basketball came hurdling towards his head. Yugi jerked back in the stands just in case another one was coming, climbing up the bleachers to avoid any additional threatening basketballs. When he got to the middle section, Yugi clutched his chest to calm down his pounding heart. It happened so fast. The serene scene had turned into a battlefield in the blink of an eye. The rest of the kids gathered in around Yugi's new crush and another person, which Yugi recognized immediately.

It was Atem Ishtar, Domino High's star shooting guard on the basketball team. Standing at 5'10'', with healthy muscles and fine curves shapely enough to draw out a map of his own body, this guy was pure sex appeal on two legs, with solid calf muscles, perky and agile fitting for a guy like him. Pretty caramel skin painted over said muscles, smooth as a baby's bottom, with sleek sweat dripping down his narrowed jawline and high cheekbones, making his skin illuminate from the artificial sunlight. Atem was wearing a black sleeveless Reebok top with matching basketball shorts and Reebok SubLite Pro Rise shoes.

Black seemed to be the mutual theme color between all three young men. Maybe it was a coincidence but Yugi wanted it to somehow seem like more. He stepped down the bleachers to where he was sitting before the flying basketball almost knocked both he and his new crush's heads off. Atem was just approaching him, and stood with his feet shoulder length apart, wiping sweat from his forehead with his shirt.

"Yo, can you pass me the ball?" he asked impatiently. Yugi's love interest didn't seem to be in a hurry to fetch whatever Atem requested of him. He just gave the guy a vacant stare and resumed his place back on the bench, unscathed by his demanding tone.

"Are you deaf or something?" Atem griped. "I said pass me the ball."

Yami glanced down at the basketball that was right next to his foot, took one look at Atem, said absolutely nothing and went back to enjoying his music.

Atem took offense to that. He approached the guy closer and made a face, as if from recognition or repulsion. "I know who you are," he said. "You're that Drake wannabe Yami Taylor who thinks he's better than every damn body just because your parents spoil you and shit. Never had to work a day in your life, huh punk?"

Yami didn't respond. It's not like he could hear Atem over his headphones anyways, which were still by the way on and up to full volume, drowning Atem's voice out. Instead, he just sat back and crossed his legs, and continued to wobble his head to the music, disregarding the douchebag in front of him. Yami didn't have time for this. All he wanted to do was relax and vibe to some Em, even though he was supposed to be in algebra class this period. But that dumbass teacher wouldn't have noticed if Yami was missing anyways. Yami had seniority and would receive a slap on the wrist as usual, if caught.

Yugi watched from the sidelines as Atem stood right in Yami's personal bubble, glaring down at the one who downright disrespected him in front of all these people. A crowd gathered around the two, anticipating an argument or a full-blown brawl. Atem had a reputation for knocking punks like Yami down to earth where they belonged instead of up in space where they thought they were better than everyone else. He had an image to maintain and this little punk wasn't going to ruin it. Atem balled his fists in a tight coil, cold ruby eyes narrowed and focused on his adversary. Yami was getting bothered by Atem's body heat, not to mention the proximity between the two and it irked him. He glanced up and winced from the blinding ceiling lights of the gym, but Atem's sweaty skin glistened and glimmered in the illumination. A golden glow of bronze was all that Yami could focus on while he dealt with Atem's invasive scrutiny at the same time. No doubt this guy was one of Domino High's sexiest bachelors, but it didn't give him the right to boss people around like he was the damn king of the world.

Yami removed his headphones and stood up. By this time, there was a small crowd that gathered around the two, and others that were beckoned from the other students that were fleeting near the point of interest. Atem's crew—which consisted of a bunch of seniors, named Seto, Bakura, Tristan, Mahad, Ushio Jr., and of course Atem's younger brother Marik, all stood shoulder to shoulder behind Atem like an impregnable wall, ready to devour any underclassmen at Atem's beck and call. Yami stood his ground though. He didn't have any backup, but he didn't need any. He knew these guys would be pussy without their beloved Atem around. It was all just a pretense.

By this time, Yugi was in the background near the back entrance of the gym away from the eye of the hurricane. He didn't want to completely leave Yami at the mercy of Atem and his crew, but he couldn't afford to get caught in a scuffle either. So for now, he was just going to stick to being a bystander, until things got out of control.

Almost on cue, Yami picked up the basketball. Atem made a face, but then smirked as if assuming Yami was going to pass it to him. Crossing his arms and looking over his shoulder at his entourage behind him who all gave him approving grins, Atem then turned around and gasped when he discovered Yami smiling too.

"You want it?" he grinned. "Go and get it."

Before Atem could react, Yami heaved the basketball all the way to the other side of the gym, staying airborne until it made its way into the goal, making a swoosh sound as it fell through the net and through the rim, flawlessly.

Immediately there was an uproar of cheers, gasps, whistles and applause that engulfed the entire gym. Some kids jumped up and down on the stands, others high fived each other and even tried to do the same to Yami, but his eyes were still locked with Atem. He could see the peeved visage on his face and the scarlet red cascade his cheeks. The guys behind him had no idea what to do or say, but Marik whispered something in Atem's ear. Whatever it was seemed like a good idea because Atem's face went right back to normal.

He shoved Yami. Hard. A series of oohs and ahhs filled the tense air of the gymnasium as Yami stumbled backwards towards the bleachers near Yugi. After telling his boys to stay put, Atem went after him again and as Yami regained his balance, Atem pushed him even harder, this time right square into Yugi, causing both boys to fall down to the ground.

Fucking hell, Yami was heavier than he looked. Yugi was winded once he felt the weight of Yami overpower his smaller frame. On top of that, the floor did nothing to break his fall, making the impact twice as painful. Yugi groaned and grimaced, cursing under his breath when Yami finally got off him, but he still felt the crushing effects of the fall. He had to stay there for a few minutes to recover, but at the same time, a burning fury began to manifest itself into his abdomen, which quickly masked and concealed whatever physical pain he was feeling. The adrenaline rush from the sudden spike of anger rocketed Yugi to his feet and he ignored the ache in his back as he quickly approached Yami and Atem.

"Hey you fuckers, why don't you watch what you're doing next time?" he grimaced.

Yami and Atem both looked at Yugi dubiously. Right away, Yugi regretted using his mouth before his brain could fully register his emotions. He'd give anything to have the last few seconds back. Gulping hard, he stepped a few feet behind him, so not to get in any more trouble than he probably already had.

"What'ja say punk?" Atem demanded sternly. "You stay outta grown folks' business."

Yami rolled his eyes. Clearly this guy had a superiority complex.

"He said watch what the fuck you're doing asswipe," Yami retorted, poking Atem in the chest in sync with each word he said. "You're the one that pushed me into him."

"And I'll do it again too," Atem countered back.

"Oh no you won't!"

A booming, reverberating voice echoed throughout the entire gym, bringing everything to a screeching halt. Atem, Yami and Yugi all turned their attention to the gym teacher, Mr. Ushio Magnum Sr., who was almost never seen inside of the place unless there was something interesting going on—such as a potential fight.

"Shit," Atem muttered under his breath, turning with his squad to retreat out of the gym but was cut off at the pass by Mr. Magnum.

"The hell y'all think you're going?" he demanded. "I turn my back for one second and Sennen, you've turned my gym into a damn circus act? And with my boy nonetheless?"

Ushio cowered when he heard his father mention his name. His scary as hell military background only made the bass in his voice even more unnerving, on top of his thick, sturdy 300 lbs of a physique, it would turn any man into a mouse.

He'd definitely be hearing about this at the dinner table tonight.

"You're speaking to the wrong people here," Atem argued, arrogantly. "If anything, you ought to be talking to thing one and thing two over there."

"What?" Yugi shrieked. "I had nothing to do with this, don't include me in on your battle of the dicks! I was the one who got pushed over."

"By this clown," Seto added from behind, pointing at Yami, earning snickers from the remaining members of the group.

"I got your clown bitch—"

"Knock it off, all three of you!" Ushio Sr. yelled, scaring the dog shit out of everyone within a twenty-yard radius. "Sennen, Taylor, Muto, get outta my gym."

"What for?" Atem queried.

"For milk and cookies. The fuck you think what for? Detention, all three of youse!"

"Are you kidding me?" Yugi cried. "I didn't even do anything! I got knocked on my ass because the two stooges couldn't keep their hands to themselves."

"What'ja call me, half pint?" Yami glowered, getting right into Yugi's face, staring him down as if he was public enemy number one. Yugi dry swallowed, as he was confronted by Yami's invasive, red tinted eyes staring a hole into his forehead. He looked incredibly sexy when he was mad, snorting in Yugi's direction, and even blushing a bit when Yugi couldn't stop looking him in the face, eyes diverting up and down from Yami's forehead to his chin and back up again. God, if Heaven had a face, Yami's would be it. Only for a second, Yugi's anger dissipated into nothingness, and what was put in its place was sheer admiration from getting a bird's eye view of Yami's lustrous, handsome features; he had a face made of the silkiest ivory, hand brushed on his skin to perfection. And mmm, those perky, plump lips were to die for, pink as bubble gum and probably tasted just as sweet.

"Just get outta here," Ushio Sr. growled at the three troublemakers, wagging a dismissive hand in frustration before he headed back to his office to do Ra knew what. Everyone in the gym stared in silence, making sure to continue whatever they were doing after he closed the door.

Once that happened, everything returned back to normal. Except now, Yugi was stuck serving detention for the rest of the afternoon with two very handsome—yet very stubborn, stuck-up jerks. He grabbed his book and his backpack, and Yami and Atem did the same to their belongings and all three of them stormed out of the backdoor.

Yugi was furious. He'd never had a detention before in his life and he was trying very hard to keep it that way, but noooo. These jokers jus had to go and ruin his permanent record. Well he'd show them. Since they fucked up his academic career, he would fuck up their pretty faces.

He was outside in the blinding sunlight by himself for a second or two when Yami and Atem emerged from the gym together, with their arms around each other….and laughing their asses off.

Wait a second. Weren't they at each other's throats just a second ago? And now they were acting like best friends. What the hell was going on here?

Yugi was scandalized. He'd been played for a fool. He stood there with his hand on his hip, tapping his shoe against the pavement as the two continued laughing, not noticing that Yugi was even standing there. He was growing pretty annoyed because he wanted to now what was so damn funny too.

It didn't take him long to figure out what just happened. Apparently he was part of some ploy to skip gym class, when he was perfectly content reading his damn Harry Potter book and avoid being pushed on his ass in the name of childish shenanigans.

Oh lord, he was beginning to sound like his grandfather now.

Yugi huffed indignantly. "If you guys wanted to skip, you didn't have to use me as a decoy."

Atem was the first one to actually say something, after he caught his second wind from his incessant laughter. "Damn dude, I didn't think we'd be able to pull it off!"

. . .Pull what off?

Yami snorted. "We probably wouldn't have if Yugi here wasn't any more convincing than we were. Thanks to him, we can blow this taco stand and do something more productive."

Yugi arched a cynical eyebrow, arms intersected. "Such as?"

"Oh," Atem hummed, cupping Yami's chin and bringing their faces closer together. "I can think of a couple of things." He then crashed his lips together with Yami's while closing his eyes, and enveloping his fingers through the jungle of tresses atop his head. The taste of sweet pomegranate that Atem tasted on Yami's lips pleased his senses and he teasingly licked his bottom lip for entry into his mouth. Once he was inside, Atem dove in deeper into the moist cavern, craving for a more intoxicating filling and taste. Yami moaned into Atem's opening, playing and dancing the pink muscle from the roof of Atem's, swirling and revolving his tongue around his lovers' and sucking his lips in so that he couldn't escape. Passionate and uncontrollable heat erupted into their groins and Yami could almost feel Atem's body writhing against his, as if begging for more. He grabbed Atem's hips and brought his body closer, moaning immediately at the contact of their members, as a shooting jolt of electricity surged through their dicks.

And Yugi just stood there and watched, mouth agape. He couldn't believe this was going on right in front of his face, on school campus, in broad daylight out, out in the open. These two obviously didn't give two damns who was watching and whether or not they'd get caught. Anywhere, everywhere, they'd get off whenever the feeling sparked them.

Yugi didn't notice his own hand creeping at the hem of his pants, anxious to take care of that problem down below. His leg twitched the longer he watched the makeout session, longing to make this twosome a threesome, and even more in a dark, secluded area. Because what Yugi had in mind couldn't be seen by anyone's eyes.

"Fuck," he heard Yami moan when they both recoiled, the need of oxygen becoming too great. Paled lips and blushed cheeks were similar between the two boys, and everyone—including Yugi—wanted to get the party popping elsewhere. Somewhere no one would think to look.

Atem glanced over at Yugi, taking note of the anxiety on his face and fixed fingers. He tried standing at full attention but Atem had already caught the look of straight lust in his eyes, and he couldn't help but to smirk. Yugi's eyelids perched when he saw Atem whisper something into Yami's ear and whatever it was, it sure made Yami grin like a Cheshire cat. But it made Yugi all the more apprehensive, and a little bit curious, he had to admit.

"Tell me something Yugi," Yami said as he and Atem both approached him on either side. Yami wrapped an arm around Yugi's shoulder while Atem wrapped his around Yugi's waist. "You ever done some grown up shit?"

"You mean like what you guys just did?" Yugi replied.

"Yup."

"Well—" Yugi's breath hitched when Atem gripped his hip tighter. "Not like that…." He blushed as red as a rose from that disclosure. He stared down at the concrete, kicking a pebble to distract himself from the stares Yami and Atem were giving him, although he wasn't sure what kind. He was too chicken shit to look up and find out.

"I guess we'll just have to see what you're capable of, huh small fry?" Atem teased, looking over his shoulder and then over Yami's, for whatever reason. "Shall we?"

Yugi looked up. "Shall we what?"

Yami smirked sexily at him. "You'll see."

That smile was the nail in the coffin for Yugi. Nothing else needed to be said. With Yugi's arms entwined with each of theirs, Yami and Atem lead him to Atem's "secret spot" on the far side of Domino High where no one would be able to hear their delicious screams, no matter how loud they were.