Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Baked, With Love ❯ Baked, With Love ( One-Shot )

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Baked, With Love

Nuriko R./ DemonCatBeastie

Rating: NC 17
Amusingly, I’d intended for this to be an R fic. Looks like THAT went to hell. ^_^ Oh darn. It’s for you to decide if they actually got high on something or not.

Disclaimer: The only thing I can claim as my own is the plot, and I’m not getting paid for it so… feck off. Please.

Yugi wiped his brow with the cuff of his rolled up sleeve, wishing he’d chosen something other than brownies to give to Jonouchi. Anzu had suggested chocolate moulds instead, and even went so far as to offer him some assistance with the brownies; Unfortunately, in a moment of strong will and a desire to make it a gift entirely from him, Yugi turned her down.
Even cleaning as he went along proved troubling; One of the eggs cracked all over the table instead of into the bowl, and cocoa powder had gotten into everything, turning the gold in his hair chestnut and causing him to look like he’d been out playing in the dirt instead of homemaking. The flour had not countered this effect; rather, it made him look like he was going grey at a very young age. Now, the brownies were in the oven- 350 degrees Fahrenheit for 40 to 50 minutes- and he decided he needed to shower.
He had invited Jonouchi over that night, and asked him to pick up something nice to eat before he got there; Yugi’s domestic skills beyond baking and laundry simply weren’t, and he knew asking Jonouchi to cook would be going too far, so take out would work for their Valentine’s Day dinner.
Valentine’s Day… Yugi shivered visibly. This was the first year he’d been with anyone on Valentine’s Day, and there were no movies with an… ‘unconventional relationship’ celebrating together; He really didn’t know what to do. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“All right,” he announced to himself. “First thing’s first: Bathing is looked on highly in any society.” He walked authoritatively towards the bathroom, trying to keep his mind off the evening ahead.
*
The water rushed down Jonouchi’s skin, rinsing away the evidence of his cooking mishaps that afternoon. He winced as the warm water trailed over the burn he had acquired when he made breaded pork chops, his badge of pride for the work he’d down in the kitchen. Unlike Yugi, he had not turned down feminine assistance; Also unlike Yugi, Jonouchi had a younger sister.
When Jonouchi had told Shizuka he was planning to cook instead of buy dinner, she had insisted that he not even enter the kitchen until she arrived. Jonouchi’s amazement must’ve shown on his face when she arrived at his house before the train would’ve even made it to the station, because Shizuka responded chirpily to his silence with “Don’t forget: I love you, big brother! Now let‘s make an unforgettable dinner!”
And they had, or Jonouchi hoped they had; the pork chops had turned out all right, and Shizuka had insisted he bring a non-alcoholic wine with him, which he had no problem with; It was the incense that worried him.
“I dunno, sis, incense is sorta…” Jonouchi felt himself blush unconsciously, though he wasn’t sure why. He knew there were implications that came with incense when you burned it around the person you loved, but he wasn’t sure what, and what if it wasn’t a pleasant smell?
“Don’t worry, Joey, you guys will both love it. Here, smell,” she demanded, thrusting the incense cones under his nose. She was right; it smelled rather pleasant. Relaxing, even; Herbal and kind of heady, with something sweet and thick like sugar water. He felt himself settling comfortably with the smell.
Shizuka snatched her hand away and dropped the incense cones into a plastic baggie with a clay burner, and set that on the counter next to Jonouchi’s house keys so he couldn’t forget them.
“I’m leaving the food in the oven on a low setting and with a cover, so it’ll stay warm but not dry out. I’m going to make a quick gravy, and maybe toss together a salad, which I’ll label and put in the fridge. I’m leaving this bag out so you can pack it all up and carry it over to Yugi’s- it’s a pretty durable bag, so it shouldn’t break on the way over- and I’m going to leave a salad dressing in it. DON’T ADD THE DRESSING until you get there, or the salad will get soggy. Okay?”
Jonouchi idly wondered how girls managed to talk that much without taking a breath and nodded, musing “I’ve never heard of salad gettin’ soggy before…”
Shizuka shuddered. “It does. It’s gross.”
“Hey, where’d you get that incense, anyway?” Jonouchi asked. His head was clearer now, and if he ended up using all the incense at Yugi’s, it would be nice to find more.
“I dunno,” Shizuka said thoughtfully. “One of my classmates handed it to me and asked to spend tonight with him.”
“WHAT?!” Jonouchi screeched. “Whose da creep makin’ moves on my sis?!”
“Relax, Jonouchi, I thanked him for the incense but turned him down. I’m to young to spend Valentine’s with anyone in a romantic setting.”
“Good,” Jonouchi fumed, “Or I woulda had ta kill that kid…”
Shizuka giggled. “Nice to know you care. Now go clean up, and put on something appropriate!” With that, she had shoved him out of the kitchen and off to the bathroom.
Now, he stood in the shower, hair soaked and clean and washing himself thoroughly with a bar of soap, paying special attention to the places that might sweat the worst.
This was the first seriously romantic holiday he and Yugi would be spending together, and while he was comfortable enough with Yugi, it was the appearance of Yami that worried him. Yugi could be dominated, and would most likely do so willingly; Yami was not so submissive.
Jonouchi blushed at the thought. “Why’m I even thinkin’ like that?” he scolded. “We’re still gettin’ comfortable with makin’ out…” the thought trailed off, and was prevented from returning by a new idea.
“It’s not like anyone’s watchin’… And it’s not like I’ll really be actin’ on the thoughts…” he murmured quietly. “Nothin’ against it…”
Jonouchi made a mostly silent decision to use the soap for it’s lubricating properties. After all, he had time.
*
“He’s late!” Yugi muttered to himself.
“He’s not very late,” Yami responded grudgingly.
“I know, but I told him to be here by 7:30. It’s been almost 10 minutes past that!”
“You know he’s not a shining example of timeliness.”
“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”
Yugi knew Yami well enough to know what he would be doing in response to that statement if they were standing in two separate bodies. He would turn away, trying to hide the blush, cross his arms over is chest, and maybe- yes, definitely- heave an annoyed sigh.
“You know it’s nothing personal, right?” Yugi inquired. “You really add a whole new dimension to that argument about ‘masturbation or homosexual’.”
“Giving yourself head doesn’t make you gay.”
“Yeah, but you aren’t exactly myself, are you?”
Yami didn’t respond.
“If we were two different bodies, maybe,” Yugi said. “But we’re not. Joey and I are. Besides, you like him too, don’t you?”
“I didn’t say I didn’t like him,” Yami responded reluctantly.
“Then why are you acting like this?”
Yugi knew, just by the shuddering feeling that passed through him, that he should feel like he had just been given a once over that stripped him naked. “THAT is why,” Yami said after a moment.
Yugi blushed and would’ve felt violated, if he hadn’t kind of enjoyed it.
Just then, there was a pounding on the door, and Yugi leaped for it in spite of his attempt to keep himself calm and controlled. It swung open, and there stood Jonouchi, gasping for breath but intact and looking- though he hated the word- quite dapper.
“Here,” Jonouchi gasped, handing a bag with delicious smells coming from within over to Yugi. “Dinner.”
“Great!” Yugi said cheerfully. “Come on inside, I set the living room up for tonight.”
He had; mood lighting had been set to allow for romantic or casual company. Jonouchi figured it had something to do with always having two people present; you could always check with the other person to see what they thought of it. Jonouchi shook his head of the thought; It weirded him out more than he was willing to admit that- technically- he was courting two young men simultaneously, that both knew about it, and neither seemed to mind.
Jonouchi followed Yugi into the house, closing the door and asking, “So where’s your grandpa tonight?”
“Oh… You know grandpa…”
Jonouchi got a very clear mental image, even as Yugi said it, of the senior Mr. Mutou out flipping skirts and attempting to pinch panties.
“Grandpa considers this one of the best holidays of the year, next to Christmas. More like a second, more interesting Christmas, really…”
“Yeah, I can imagine…” Jonouchi sat down on the floor in front of the low table Yugi had set out to place their dinner on. A single candle was burning merrily at the center of the table, reminding Jonouchi of the incense his sister had sent along; he had put it in his pocket, and he checked to make sure it was still there and whole.
“Something wrong?” Yugi asked.
“Huh? Oh, no, nothing,” Jonouchi replied. “I uh, have this incense Shizuka gave me. I was wonderin’ when would be a good time to use it.”
“Oh, really? Can I smell it?”
“Yeah, sure,” Jonouchi agreed. “It’s not bad smellin’ stuff.”
“Oh, wow, you’re right,” Yugi said, taking a whiff of it. “Kinda sweet.”
“That’s what I thought,” Jonouchi remarked. “Glad you like it, Shizuka’ll be really happy to hear that.”
Jonouchi’s stomach took that moment to make an inopportune roaring sound. Both young men froze and looked at each other, then laughed aloud.
“I think it’s time to eat,” Yugi said. “Would you set up the food? I need to grab something from the kitchen.”
“Aright,” Jonouchi said, diving into the food bag. He followed the salad directions that his sister gave him, adding the dressing to the creative salad she had put together. “Grapes in a salad!” Jonouchi thought. “I’d have never thought of that! What’s this?” He looked into the bottom of the bag, not able to suppress the squeaking noise that followed.
“Something wrong?” Yugi called from the kitchen, walking in a moment later with dishes and utensils.
Jonouchi’s eyebrow twitched repeatedly. “Oh, nothing… Shizuka took some creative liberty with packin’ the bag, though…”
“ ‘Creative liberty’?” Yugi pondered, looking over Jonouchi’s shoulder. As soon as he did, he squeaked too, sparing the dishes only through Jonouchi’s quick reflexes.
The alleged creative liberty involved three more varieties of condom than Jonouchi knew existed and at least double that in lubricant, and a full can of spray whipped cream.
“My,” Yugi said, haltingly, “Who knew your sister was so… Liberated…”
“I sure didn’t,” Jonouchi stated. “Where’d she get all dis stuff?”
In the back of his mind, Yugi was aware of Yami laughing uproariously, despite his own surprise.
“Well,” Yugi said in his best ‘brush it aside’ tone. “How about dinner?”
*
Dinner passed without mention of the remaining contents of the bag, aside from Yugi putting the whipped cream in the fridge. The pair chatted over half full glasses of fake red wine that tasted like berries and tried to pretend they weren’t thinking about the incense sitting off to the side of the table, the clay burning plate patiently waiting for them to look its way.
Inevitably, though, Jonouchi pulled out a packet of matches and said, “Why don’t we try the stuff? It smells so good, I wanna know what it smells like when it’s burning.”
“All right,” Yugi said. “I just hope the room is big enough; I wouldn’t want to smoke us out or anything.”
“Wanna take it to your room?” Jonouchi offered, then stopped when he realized what he’d said. He forced himself to breathe evenly as he added lamely, “you know, just so it’ll be easier to open a window and get the scent out, or so your gramps doesn’t get mad or somethin’…”
“All right,” Yugi said, smiling, but Jonouchi couldn’t help but to notice Yugi was blushing faintly, too.
Yugi struggled to remind himself that it wasn’t a death sentence he was walking off to, just his bedroom, but his mind kept adding “with your boyfriend” to the end of the thought, thereby making it impossible for him to relax. He set the incense down on the corner of his desk, and Jonouchi lit it. The pair of them sat down on opposite ends of the bed, Jonouchi leaning against the wall and Yugi against the head board, both wondering how and when this got so awkward, and wishing it would stop.
Yugi considered topics of conversation, but nothing seemed like it would last long enough to not sound desperate. Finally, when he was about ready to reach the end of his rope, Yami announced, “You forgot the brownies.”
“Took you long enough to mention it!” Yugi thought back in exasperation, then said, “I’ll be right back” to Jonouchi, bolting for the door. He returned a few minutes later, carrying a plate piled high with the brownies he had baked earlier.
“Hey, brownies!” Jonouchi jubilated. “You made those?”
“Sure did,” Yugi replied, unable to hide his own pride. “I tried a little earlier, they turned out pretty well.”
Jonouchi took the brownie from the top of the pile and took a bite. “Wow, these are great!” He chewed thoughtfully. “You know, the incense almost enhances the flavor of ‘em, too.”
Yugi took a brownie and bit into it. “Wow, your right!” He sat down on the bed, setting the brownie plate next to the incense. “This is delicious!”
The two sat comfortably, snacking on brownies and talking about chocolate.
“Shizuka loves chocolate,” Jonouchi said. “Eats the stuff all the time. If what she ate were these brownies, I would completely understand why. She’s gotta be careful, though, she’s not always gonna have such a great metabolism.”
Yugi laughed. “You should’ve seen Anzu! She offered to help me bake, but I was afraid she’d eat all the brownies before I got them baked. That woulda been hilarious.”
“What is it with girls and chocolate, anyway?” Jonouchi asked. “You’d think it was good for something healthy, the way they go after it.”
“It might be,” Yugi responded; as Jonouchi had said it, it had triggered something in his mind. What WAS chocolate good for?
Yugi realized he’d sunk low against the head board, and his foot was resting against Jonouchi’s thigh. “When did that happen?” he wondered. Further inspection of the matter lead to the second question of “and when did Jonouchi lay down?”
Jonouchi had, at some point, slid down the wall to lay sideways on the bed, body contorted into a somewhat uncomfortable L-shape. Yugi tipped to the side, his head resting a few inches from Jonouchi’s.
“When did you tip over?” he asked.
“Huh? Oh, I’m not sure. Guess I slipped into a comfortable position.”
“Oh,” Yugi replied, sliding his own body lower on the bed. “It doesn’t really look that comfortable…”
“Really?” Jonouchi looked down at his legs. “No, it kinda doesn’t.”
“You can move if you want.”
“I think I will,” he said, pulling himself onto the bed properly. “Oh, better!”
“Good!” Yugi responded. He could feel Yami starting to switch places with him, for reasons he couldn’t understand, and at the moment, he didn’t mind.
“Oh, hey!” cried Jonouchi amiably. “It’s you! Hey!”
Yami looked at him, confused. “Why…?” He directed his question inward. “Why am I out?”
“Oh, I dunno,” Yugi replied. “You just sort of did.”
“But that can’t happen!” He cried. “Unless…”
Yami focused his attention outward, and sniffed the air carefully.
“Unless there’s an outward stimulus… What IS that smell?”
“I dunno,” Yugi and Jonouchi responded. Jonouchi and Yugi jumped; Yugi had been audible, which meant he had switched again.
“What’s goin’ on with you two?”
“We’re not sure. I think he thinks it’s the incense. Don’t really care, though…” Yugi trailed off, distracted. He sat up and asked, “Is it hot in here?”
“Huh? Oh… Hey, yeah it is,” Jonouchi responded, though he wasn’t really sure. Was it? He hadn’t noticed.
“I feel warm,” Yugi said. “I’m taking my shirt off.”
“Okay,” Jonouchi agreed, unsure of how else to respond.
The black shirt Yugi had been sporting made it’s way across the room in under five seconds, which he was sure set a new personal record. He couldn’t figure out why it felt so warm, but it was nice to have his shirt off. He lay back down and rolled to face Jonouchi, unintentionally planting his face against the larger boy’s chest. He didn’t bother moving; this, he decided, was comfortable.
Jonouchi, despite his currently fuzzy state of mind, knew that this was not normal behavior. “Hey, do you think that incense is doin’ somethin’ to us?”
“It might be,” Yugi agreed. “I don’t mind, though, this is nice.”
Jonouchi couldn’t and wouldn’t argue with that logic. He felt Yugi switch to Yami in his arms, which was easily one of the most bizarre things to experience, and when he looked, Yami was staring him intently in the eye.
“I like this smell,” He said softly.
“This incense is nuts, I gotta get some more from Shizuka-”
“It’s not the incense,” Yami cut in, using strength unfitting of his small stature to move Jonouchi on the bed, then sat on his abdomen. “You smell good.”
“Oh,” Jonouchi said, blushing faintly. “Thanks.” He sat up as best as he could, leaning into Yami’s collar bone and inhaling deeply. “You do, too. You okay?”
Yami’s eyes had fluttered when Jonouchi leaned in, and it didn’t take a response for Jonouchi to understand what had just happened.
“That’s one a’ those Spots, isn’t it?” he asked bluntly. “One of those uh…”
“Pleasure points,” Yami finished quietly.
“Yeah! You got one of those?”
Yami didn’t respond, but the blush was implied.
Jonouchi paused for a moment before leaning to Yami’s ear and whispering, “so if I bite you there…” He didn’t wait for a reply, but tilted his head and nibbled from jaw to collar bone. Yami gasped, and Jonouchi felt him tighten his thighs against his hips. He smiled in spite of himself.
Yami refused to be outdone. He brushed his fingertips over the clean button-up shirt Jonouchi was wearing, flicking the buttons as he went, pushing the shirt open. He forced Jonouchi back down to the bed, leaning forward and nipping his collar bone. Jonouchi smothered his response, but groaned as Yami directed himself lower. Fingertips brushed skin, now, and teased at nipples with assistance from a tongue. Yami let his hand wander to the top of the black slacks Jonouchi had tried so hard to find earlier. The button that fastened them knew better than to be stubborn, and released easily. Yami felt, through the surprisingly silk boxers, what he had been aware of since he took his position there minutes earlier.
Jonouchi let out an audible moan in reaction to this, and his hands-- mindlessly wandering what of Yami he could reach-- tightened against skin and rumpled the fabric of Yami’s pants along the outside of his thigh. Yami approved of this reaction.
Yugi and Yami switched again, then, and though Yugi had been fully aware of what was going on, was not sure what to do at this point. He leaned forward, kissing Jonouchi, repositioning hands on shoulders.
Jonouchi was quick to realize what had happened, and pulled through with amazing grace, wrapping his arms around Yugi and rolling. Yugi made a noise of alarm that faded quickly into pleasure as Jonouchi ground their hips together. Yami had been kind enough to leave both of them with a hard on, and Jonouchi was making fast work of taking advantage of it.
Both of them shuddered at the feeling of physical intimacy, flushing with the intensity of the situation. Jonouchi felt his pants slowly sliding further and further towards his ankles, and in a fit of frustration, stopped what he was doing to kick them off entirely. Yugi was glad for the break, taking advantage of it to catch his breath. As Jonouchi turned back to him, he stopped to make a mental note of how the smaller boy looked-- prone, chest heaving, eyes closed and glistening with sweat-- before going back to violate him some more.
Yugi opened his eyes just in time to catch the predatory expression on Jonouchi’s face as he pulled himself up between Yugi’s knees again, and some small part of himself felt momentarily afraid. Jonouchi buried his face into Yugi’s neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin and grinning to himself as the other boy reacted, limbs tightening against his dominator uselessly. He teased his fingers down Yugi’s side, flicking the button on his pants undone and fighting with the zipper until it opened, reluctant though it was to release its treasure. Yugi took a sharp breath at the sudden intrusion, then cried out as Jonouchi’s hand reached into his boxers and began to rub gently.
If he was looking for words, none came to him, but he lay there gasping anyway. Jonouchi felt pleased with himself for his achievement, nibbling on Yugi’s earlobe as his hand worked. Yugi squirmed, not sure what to do with all the pleasure that was striking him at once, but making a valiant effort at trying to think of something. Finally, when all other options that rose to mind failed, he made the calmest request of Jonouchi that he could.
“Please… Jonouchi, please… agh!… Fuck me, I can’t take it any longer!”
Jonouchi paused, leaning back a few inches but still massaging Yugi’s crotch. “We left all those condoms and lubricants in the other room, though…”
“Not exactly…” Yugi managed, trying and failing to ignore Jonouchi’s hand. “When I got the brownies… I grabbed some of the stuff out of the bag…”
Jonouchi was visibly impressed. “What inspired that?”
“Foresight. AGH! It’s all in my pockets!”
Jonouchi reached his free hand into Yugi’s pockets, idly thinking that this action would be forever paled in comparison to what his other hand was busy with, pulling free with the several condoms and lubrication tubes Yugi had collected. He released Yugi, leaning back to remove his boxers and pull the condom on, while Yugi busied himself with undressing himself the rest of the way.
Yugi lay back, anticipation making him tense. Jonouchi was leaning in again, with the lubricant tube in his hand. He twisted off the plastic top, squirting some of the liquid onto a finger and lowering it onto Yugi. Yugi gasped, closing his eyes before they could roll back visibly, arching his back unconsciously at the feeling. It wasn’t long before he felt Jonouchi positioning himself carefully, preparing to thrust.
“You ready?” he asked, his breath causing Yugi to shiver.
“Yes,” he responded simply, and then the world suddenly became screamingly gold as Jonouchi pushed inward.
Neither of them were quiet about sex. Jonouchi made low moans with each thrust, and Yugi-- try though he might not to-- kept crying out. He was unspeakably grateful that Jonouchi was taking it as slow as he was; it hurt, but that didn’t stop it from feeling fantastic. It felt like the world was spinning out of control, but in all the best ways at once, and he could feel Jonouchi’s skin against his, the white button up-- long since forgotten by it’s wearer-- brushing against his sides, sweat mingling, Jonouchi’s stomach just grazing Yugi’s penis from time to time, and that constant penetration; it was all building up, and it was about to make a sticky mess.
Yugi orgasmed with a cry and a shake of his whole being, then he lay still, chest heaving as he tried to recover. Masturbation would never match up to that again, he knew, and a small part of him was glad for it. With a final sigh, though he didn’t want to, he fell asleep.
Jonouchi saw this and didn’t disturb him. He was glad, actually, that Yugi had finished first, and was suddenly very proud of himself for having gotten off in the shower earlier. That was probably the only excuse for him lasting as long as he did. He pulled out as gently as possible, removing the condom and stuffing it back in the wrapper, tossing and landing it in the trash bin. He made a mental note to remind Yugi to take out the trash as soon as possible before flopping, face first, on the other side of Yugi.
As he was drifting off, he felt the weight shift on the bed, and he had a single, sudden thought.
“Yami?” he asked.
“Where’d you put the condoms?”
“Desk.”
There was a lot of shifting about for a minute, then he felt Yami leaning over his back. Jonouchi felt very exposed, suddenly, and for a moment wished that he’d remembered to put his boxers back on.
Yami peeled Jonouchi’s shirt back from his shoulders, laying kisses down his spine before pulling it off entirely and throwing it to the floor. Jonouchi’s skin prickled against the exposure and the finger tips that lightly massaged the surface of his skin, working their way down to his buttocks. The massaging increased in pressure, there, and in speed. It felt nice, in a very strange way, and Jonouchi forced himself to relax in order to brace himself for what was coming. He felt Yami’s penis make gentle pressure against his opening, then Yami leaned to his ear and said “You know what chocolate is? It’s a fantastic aphrodisiac.” Then he thrust forward with abandon.
Yami was not as gentle as Jonouchi had been, but Jonouchi didn’t really find himself minding. Stars spun past his vision and he growled, then wondered since when he growled at anyone or anything, but stopped caring at the feeling of being taken from behind. Yami was rough, but-- as Jonouchi was discovering-- he liked it that way. It was hard and fast, and left him feeling tripped up and controlled and it turned him on more than he knew possible. Yami knew how to make fast work of anyone.
It felt like an explosion, when he came, like something just snapped in him and floodgates opened. As soon as Jonouchi could see straight, Yami-- drill sergeant of the bedroom-- had him dress and help to change the bed sheets before they could go to sleep.
When they finally laid down, Yami curled up against Jonouchi and switched to Yugi again. “Did you enjoy your Valentine’s day?” He asked sleepily.
“Yugi, I think it’s gonna be a hard one to beat,” Jonouchi said in a similar tone. Both fell asleep shortly after.
*
“What the hell was in that incense?!” Jonouchi demanded. Shizuka, on the other end of the phone line, twirled her hair.
“I dunno,” she said. “Are you sure it wasn’t the chocolate?”
“Yes, I’m sure, we started actin’ funny right after the incense was lit!”
“Maybe it was a combination of the chocolate and incense; I lit some at home and I was fine, but I didn’t have chocolate…” She wasn’t about to tell him she spent the rest of the night dreaming of whichever boy crossed her mind; she didn’t consider it important. She redirected the conversation, asking, “So, did you get to use the whipped cream?”
“NO!” Jonouchi bellowed, slamming the phone down on the receiver with a bang. Shizuka winced at the sound and hung up passively. He’d be fine by Monday, she knew; besides, he couldn’t have been THAT angry. He’d had plenty of fun, obviously.
Jonouchi glowered at the phone. “I know she had more to do with it than she’s sayin’,” he snarled. “She’s always nosin’ in where she don’t belong!”
“Well, we did have fun, didn’t we?” Yugi asked, setting a cup of green tea down in front of Jonouchi.
“Yeah…” His face glowed with a blush as he thought of it. “that was nice…”
“You know…” Yugi said slowly. “We do have a few more cones of that stuff. And lots more brownies. We can always do some tests to find out what it was.”
Jonouchi looked at Yugi, trying to hide his wonder at the usually mild- mannered teen. “A valid point,” he said. “And there is that whipped cream…”
*Fin*