Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Return of the Demon ❯ Revelations ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Solitaire: Uh, due to graphic behavior and language, this chapter would, like, be rated NC-25, but since no such rating exists, we're sticking with NC-17.

Xpyne: Hee hee hee--I'm 16!

Solitaire: And you act like you're 6. When I was typing this, Xpyne was doing hand puppet demonstrations for me. AND she does voices! It's f**king hilarious! She's does Mokuba's voice best.

Xpyne: ::blushes:: [in Mokuba voice] Seto!! Big brother! ::breaks off in uncontrollable laughter::

Seto: Great. Now they're finding even more ways to violate us... That's not my brother!!!

Solitaire: Hey, don't complain, Seto. I rewrote Xpyne's first scene for you.

Seto: ::suspiciously:: Why? What did you guys have originally? ::Solitaire shoves first draft under his nose:: ..........O.o Oh my God!!! ::glares at Xpyne:: You're sick!!! And is that even possible??

Xpyne: ~_~` Yes! Anyway... Remember, < "blah blah" > is someone remembering what someone else said, versus <blah blah> being their own thoughts, and 'Yami Ryou' is Ryou when Bakura's in control of his body.

Solitaire: It'll come up.

Yami: Oh, and for anyone who's been wondering, Yugi has purple eyes, Yami Yugi (me in control of Yugi's body) has purple eyes, and I, just by myself, have red eyes... Or at least that's how Xpyne tells it.

Xpyne: Yugi, honey? ::pokes him::

Yugi: Xpyne and Solitaire do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, or else I would have lost my virginity long ago. ^_^ They also don't own Corn Pops or Advil. The name Ouji belongs to Demon Game, but they used it because it's "really cute!", and they're too dumb to think of their own name--

Xpyne: Hey! I object; we were smart enough to think up 'Sekhmet'!

Solitaire: But anyone who wants to can use it...it's all just plagiarism of a plagiarism.

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Chapter 4 - Revelations

Seto almost fell down the stairs as he fled from the guest room.

<Oh my god oh my god oh my god--FUCK!!!> He stopped on the stairs, desperately hoping all the servants had already gone to bed. Slipping his hand into his pants he grabbed his erect shaft and squeezed it as hard as he could bear. The pain was blinding, but it worked: his hard on went away. Tears in his eyes, Kaiba made it the rest of the way to his room and curled up in a ball on top of his bed.

Well, at least now he knew there were two separate Yugis. <That had to be the single sexiest thing I have ever witnessed... However incredibly beautiful Yugi looks during the intensity of a battle--it's nothing compared to how he looks in the throes of passion! And the lust in his Yami's eyes!> The memory stirred his loins.

Seto groaned and held his still nauseous stomach. Trying to forget the timber of Yugi's voice as he'd screamed his orgasm...damn. He had managed to work up a full arousal. Doubled over a bit, he crossed to his bathroom and stripped, wincing as he pulled off his boxers. He climbed into the shower and braced himself. Seto turned on the full spray ice cold. He nearly cried out at the sensation. Shivering, he stood there, waiting. And waiting. And waiting. He watched his previous... 'extraction' wash down.

He slammed off the water and grabbed a towel to wrap around himself. Seeing the tent the garment made only pissed him off more as he stormed out of his quarters towards his gym.

He stomped past his equipment pausing briefly to hit his punching bag so hard it split, and finally reached his destination: his jacuzzi. Flicking on the switch for spray and bubbles, he discarded his towel and lowered himself into the soothing water. He considered just relaxing for a while, but images of the Yami Yugi and normal Yugi moving together so perfectly, so incredibly erotically, kept tormenting him.

Kaiba stroked himself absently as he wondered what might have happened if he hadn't turned and run. Would the two have stumbled over themselves to cover up their nudity and apologize? ...Not likely. He'd seen several emotions flicker through those bottomless crimson pools of Yami's, but embarrassment hadn't been one of them. The dark one had held his gaze, his eyes revealing his pleasure, the love and desire he had for Yugi, and something else...fascination?

Seto groaned and increased the pressure of his hand. If he hadn't run, would-- would they have let him watch? He bit his lip at the thought. He could imagine how the two boys must have graced one another with knowing touches and caresses, unable to keep their hands off each other. How the dark one, with that indelible smirk he both loved and hated, would have taken his less experienced lover into his mouth, causing the smaller one to cry out in pleasure. Seto moaned and thrust helplessly into his hand.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he was being unrealistic, that in all probability if he hadn't bolted from the room, Yami would have none-too-kindly asked him to leave, and not to let the door hit him on his way out. He couldn't help but indulge his hopeless fantasy, though. He'd had a few girlfriends in his time, but he'd never loved any of them. Seto Kaiba wasn't capable of love. He was a callous, cold hearted, undeserving billionaire, who would never be worth anything more than his money. Sometimes the loneliness was so unbearable... Seto pictured Yugi writhing in ecstasy as Yami plunged into him again and again, gripping the marble edge of the hot tub tightly as he released.

Panting slightly, he climbed out of the water and pulled his towel around himself. Whether it was water or tears streaming down his face, Kaiba wasn't sure, but he knew the pain in his heart wasn't going to go away. He turned off the jet spray and the lights as he left the room.

Kaiba set his jaw determinedly. Despite the treacherous trickled on his cheeks, he knew what he must do. What he was forced to do. He had to cut Yugi out of his life.

<I will never be able to see Yugi or his Yami counterpart again without that image flooding my mind! I love him too much to bear being around him, when I know now he could never want me, love me, back. Yugi has Yami--why would he ever even consider me? I know I promised him my friendship, but--> Guilt suddenly flushed over Seto. <Cutting him out of your life would be going back on your word; you gave him a vow of friendship you should have offered the day you met him, because he wanted it.> Kaiba argued with himself. <He deserves more! And now you dare suggest this nonsense?>

He reached his room and laid on his bed without bothering to dress in more than a pair of boxers. He sighed. <Okay. I will be his friend and give him whatever he desires, but I will not see him/them/either! more than absolutely necessary. I can't handle anything when Yami Yugi is around!>

<Well,> the cynical voice in the back of his head began, <you can sure "handle" yourself when they're around, can't you?> Kaiba growled. He did not find the mean voices in his head funny. This whole situation was too absurd. <My god...> he thought as he drifted off into a fitful sleep. <What on earth am I going to do at breakfast?>

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Look at him. Sitting there, looking so smug! You'd think he was pharaoh already, the way he saunters around, that bastard. I hate him. As does my mater, High Mage Heishin. Soon, we will find a way to overthrow him, soon. In the meantime, however, I can do naught but bide my time and watch the arrogant price of the Amenhotep Dynasty enjoy his position of power. His pride will be his undoing; he is too proud and vain, for sure. His vanity is clearly reflected in his dress and the way he keeps his stupid hair. It is not the point that I am jealous of his exotic spikey locks; he is a brat! My own shaggy, brown, common hair is hidden beneath my mage headdress.

I sit quietly off to one corner of the throne room, attempting to study my tablets. Heishin says I know not enough of the dark arts yet to defeat my secret rival, my secret obsession: the young prince. Heishin says I need to give my heart over to the black magic completely... I have tried, yet something keeps holding me back. For all my power and darkness I possess, there is some light, a golden strand, that fastens me to this world. I can't quite figure it out. I want nothing more than to destroy the prince and rule over the world as the Supreme Black magician, right? Yeah...

I am not as loyal as Heishin thinks. I will conquer Egypt once I have learned enough, become powerful enough. Heishin will not make me his puppet! But I cannot conquer anything until I have severed this... connection?... holding me back, limiting me! This light feeling only becomes stronger when I rest my cold blue eyes upon the arrogant prince. I hate him even more for unwittingly stopping my ascent into total control of dark power. Why do I feel this way when I see him?!

Unable to stop myself, I glared at the gorgeous boy lounging on an immense, plush purple silk pillow. I gulped. Did I just think him gorgeous?? I meant ugly! Yeah, the ugly boy... he looks like a girl, and his hair is too long. I'm surprised visitors don't think he is the princess of the Amenhoteps.

I watched as Jono and Teana entered the throne room, and scowled. Teana was a nice, beautiful Egyptian girl, but her head had brains like a field had corn--after a plague of locust. And Jono--how I despise Jono. That stupid, extremely annoying foreigner has somehow gained the soon to be pharaoh's trust and the perks that go with it. He has his own chamber in the palace and slave girls to boot. Look at him, the audacity; he just struts on over to the prince as if they were equals!

"Ohh, Jono, I'm going to kill you!"

Oh, please do, I'll help! I know lots of spells--

"Eh, sorry buddy, but I warned ya that wine was strong!"

"Ouji, it's nobody's fault but your own you have a hangover!" Teana chided. The prince glared at her.

"Don't- talk- so- LOUD," he enunciated, before letting out a pitiful moan and holding his head. Jono snickered.

"So I guess you don't wanna go out wit us tonight?" Ouji rolled his large, crimson eyes.

"Gee, what tipped you off? The fact that I'm nauseous, have a pounding headache, and can't even get up, or just that I'm seriously considering signing your executing sentence for taking me out last night?" he sarcasmed.

"Hee hee, sor-RY, but I always forget little guys can't handle as much booze as--" He was cut off by a pillow hurtling into his face. Anyone else making fun of the pharaoh's son's height would be dead by now, but like I said, Jono has somehow wormed his way into Ouji's favor.

"Not to be rude or anything, guys, but I really would just like to rest tonight--alone." He groaned and rubbed his temples. Funny, he's been sitting there practically all day, and I didn't know he was in pain...

"Sure thing, Ouj. I'll see ya tomorrow den?" The prince nodded, closing his eyes.

"Ouji! I could stay here with you, if you'd like. Keep you company?" she asked hopefully.

By Ra, some needy ditzes just can't take a hint!

"No, Teana; I'm really just not feeling well. I'd hardly be good company," he responded, rubbing the bridge of his nose, eyes still shut.

"You're always good compan--"

"The prince is ill; get out," I growled from across the cavernous room. The three friends looked up to stare at me. They obviously hadn't noticed me sitting here, studying. Teana sweatdropped. Glancing nervously in my direction, she turned back to Ouji.

"I-I'll come by when you're feeling better, with Jono," she smiled. The two left, watching me as they crossed the room. I knew, had there not been guards posted inside and out of the chamber, Jono would never have left Ouji in my presence. Like he could stop me if I tried anything.

I made sure to treat them to my most vicious scowl as they exited. When they had left, Ouji slouched back into his downy pillow and shut his eyes.

"I don't believe you have permission to be rude to my friends, Sekhmet," he stated coldly.

"Only looking out for you, my prince." I didn't even bother to hide the sarcasm that dripped from my harsh voice. He chose to ignore my statement. At least as an accomplished mage, I received some respect.

"Have you been working in here all day?" he inquired curiously.

"Yes." For some reason, it angered me he hadn't noticed.

"Hmph." We were silent for a while.

"What are you working on?"

"Archaic dark magic spells from Far Eastern tablets." ...Why did I just tell him that?

"Hunh. If we are going to have a conversation, would you mind coming over to this side of the room? This shouting is giving me a worse headache."

We were speaking in normal voices. I felt a twinge of pity for him, that is, until I remembered he was suffering because he went and got drunk with his stupid friends. I decided to come closer anyway. I am tired of working and my eyes are sore from deciphering all the minute writing.

I crossed the large room until I stood mere feet from him. Even with his brow crinkled and his hands clamped over his thin stomach, he was still beautiful... Yes, I'll admit it: he is handsome. While petite, he was still an imposing figure. His eyes were sharp and blood red with thick black lashes, his face was well structured, his body well toned. I could make out his slender form under the thin black silk robe clinging to it. I still don't like him, though. Incredible, breathtaking, sexy beauty isn't everything. He motioned for me to sit on a fat purple pillow beside him. He startled me with what he said next.

"I know you plan on usurping me." Silence. Why am I not surprised? I would not expect ignorance from the one person I consider worthy enough to be my rival.

"But I don't think you can do it," he said smugly. The arrogance! I growled.

"Then you have nothing to worry about, Prince," I spat. How dare he insult me like that! He will pay for underestimating me--

He laughed. At me?!? Grrrr.

"Don't sound so bitter, Sekhmet. It's not your skill I discredit--for surely your powers rival my own--" He opened his intense eyes and turned on his pillow to stare intently at me. "It's your heart."

"My what??"

"Believe me, I don't think you couldn't, I just think you won't," Ouji smirked.

"Don't be so sure of yourself!" The prince's smirk turned into a frown. Clapping his small hands over his eyes he ran them down his face, pulling at the skin.

"Not so loud!" he whimpered. I felt something inside of me give, despite my uneasiness at his cryptic assessments.

"Let me help you."

"How?"

"With a spell." Ouji regarded me suspiciously.

"What kind of spell?" I considered this for a moment. Then I knew just the one.

"An ancient healing spell. It casts out the physical pain from within, alcohol included." I smirked. He narrowed his eyes.

"Promise not to kill me?" he only half joked.

"I promise not to kill you--tonight," I retorted.

"Work your magic, spellcaster," he relented. I got up from the cushion and knelt before the Egyptian boy, who watched me with moderate interest.

"We need privacy."

Ouji nodded. He ordered all the guards out of the room, and commanded them to seal us off from all visitors.

"We are not to be disturbed under any circumstances!" he commanded. Soon we were alone in the large, silent chamber and he looked exerted from all his commanding. I cupped his face in my large hands, reveling in the soft texture of his warm cheeks. He looked surprised.

"I need to touch you for the spell to work," I snapped in my way of explanation. He merely nodded. I began to chant the foreign words, the incantation sliding off my tongue in an incomprehensible garble. It was a fairly simple spell, yet it required great concentration.

A glowing circle surrounded us, and black light poured from the prince's body. He threw his head back in pain and moaned. The sound vibrated through my hands and my very being, sending sparks through my entire system. He is strong. Usually recipients of the healing spell scream fiercely throughout the entire ordeal of the illness being pulled from their bodies.

After several minutes, when the spell was complete, I pried my hands from his silent, clenched face and waited. He stayed frozen for quite a few seconds. Just as I was starting to worry, he gasped, choking, and slumped from his rigid position.

He looked furious and opened his mouth to speak when he suddenly stopped, expression clearing. He stated with no small amount of disbelief, "Thank you, Mage Sekhmet. The pain is gone." I merely looked at him. I blinked.

"You expected less?" At that, Ouji grinned, and I felt like gelatin. I had to ask--I might never have another opportunity.

"What did you mean, Prince?"

"By what?" he answered easily, relaxing into his pillow as I remained kneeling in front of him.

"When you said I won't betray you, rather than I couldn't."

He sighed. "I can see your heart, Sekhmet. Deny it if you like, but you are not an evil man. There is goodness in you, and light, fighting to surface."

I didn't know what to say. Just kneeling here, up close, was enough to make me feel the light tugging at me as I stared into his crimson depths.

No! I'm supposed to resist the light he offers! Otherwise I will never conquer the black magic and rule Egypt, much less the world! ...Why am I trembling?

"Sekhmet..."

My pulse quickened. He reached out hesitantly and touched my cheek. I tried to flinch, to say something cruel, anything--but I couldn't move, couldn't think. He sat up and leaned forward, his tentative fingers slipping around to gently hold my face. He was so close to me I could feel the slight wavering of his warm breath against my skin. Ouji closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Opening them again, he locked my gaze to his.

"...Do you know what love is?"

He was so close I could practically taste him, but all I could manage was to shake my head dumbly. I wanted to kill myself when I heard the words I couldn't stop come out of my mouth.

"Can you show me?"

He leaned in, slowly closed the minuscule distance between our mouths, and kissed me fiercely, his tongue pressed against my lips, demanding entrance. As I parted them, a thought occurred to my lust-dulled mind: I must have killed myself, because I am being reborn.

Our tongues dueled, and I brought my hands up to grasp the smaller teen. His were tangled in my hair--what happened to my hat? I groped his firm body, and finding his tight ass, cupped it and pulled him to me. We toppled over and I grunted as he landed hard on me. The grunt evolved into a pleasurable groan as his knee kneaded my burgeoning erection.

Breaking away for air, I gasped and allowed him to assault my neck with sucks and bites. My veins burned as my blood rushed through them, boiling. The desire was intoxicating; I felt as though I was living for the first time. I ran a hand roughly down his chest to what was digging into my stomach. As I wrapped my fingers around his turgid sex, I woke up.

"What the fu--" He restrained the urge to swear and lay in bed, panting for a moment. <What the heck was that all about?! And why did I have to wake up?!? Ouji? Sekhmet? I think I've finally gone off the deep end...> It was when he moved to get up Kaiba noticed he was very wet.

"Unnh!" he groaned in frustration. Throwing back the now dirty covers, Seto peeled off his wet boxers and took a quick shower. He didn't know what to think. Drying off, he slipped on a pair of black silk pajama pants and a tight white t-shirt and left his bedroom. He'd take care of the sheets later. For now, he was going to have breakfast with his little brother whom he'd missed very much, and pray to every god he knew of that Yugi and Ouji--his Yami! Ahh! Yugi and his Yami didn't come down and do something--anything--in front of him because the erotic images from last night, real and dreamed alike, were driving him crazy.

As he descended the staircase and headed towards the kitchen, he wondered aloud what had been torturing him since he'd awoken:

"How am I going to survive this morning??"

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Bakura's eyes snapped open. \\ <Where the hell am I?> \\ It took him a few moments to recall that he was no longer in the Shadow Realm, but back in the ring. \\ <This doesn't look like my soul room...> \\

Rolling over in bed, he came face to face with a sleeping Ryou. \\ <Oh yes, I remember now.> \\ With a smirk, he watched the steady rise and fall of his light's chest as he slept. For such a shy boy, Ryou certainly was loud. No doubt everyone on the ship had heard them last night.

Bakura frowned slightly as he realized Ryou would be in quite a bit of pain for the next several days, putting a serious damper on Yami Bakura's new-found sex life. \\ <Oh well. I suppose tonight will be as good a time as any to teach him cock sucking.> \\ Without realizing it, he trailed the back of his finger down Ryou's downy cheek. His lighter half sighed in his sleep and burrowed closer to the warmth he offered. Bakura's eyes widened in surprise.

\\ <What the hell am I doing?!> \\

Confused at himself, the dark one rolled out of bed abruptly, muttering obscene curses in Egyptian. The only reason he was still around was because he was stuck in that damned ring. ...Yes, of course, that was it. Grumbling, Bakura made his way over to the pile of clothes on the floor.

Now how the hell was he supposed to know which clothes were his, and which were Ryou's? Deciding it didn't matter, he pulled on the first pair of pants and shirt he grabbed. And that hateful sweater-- Even if he threw his overboard, he'd just be wearing it again the next time he came out of his soul room. With a quick glance at Ryou to make sure he was still asleep, he seized both sweaters and shoved them under a corner of the mattress.

\\ <If he can't find that stupid sweater, he can't wear it.> \\ Satisfied, he turned to exit the room to see if any of the other losers were awake and could tell him how much longer until they reached land. The millennium ring on the nightstand caught his eye. \\ <At last...> \\ Grinning evilly, he reached for the object before his hand stopped, only inches away.

Once the ring was his, he'd be free of that pathetic weakling Ryou forever. He would never again have to see his foolishly trusting face, hear him simper in pain or fear or cry in his sleep. Okay, so he didn't know what that last one was all about, but altogether, it was quite annoying.

His eyes fell on Ryou as the boy exhaled softly in his sleep and turned onto his side, clutching the sheet to his chest. A few ivory locks fell across his face, stirring slightly with each breath he took.

On the other hand, Ryou could be...useful. He had the trust of those mortals, two of whom now possessed Millennium items, and there were the fringe benefits. He had a body, sort of, for the first time in 5000 years, and he'd hate to give up such a willing and eager little lover so soon.

He could always take the ring from Ryou later.

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The first thing Yugi became aware of was the pressing need to go to the bathroom. The second was a warm pair of arms around him. Startled, he turned to see Yami sleeping peacefully beside him. As memories of the previous night flooded his mind, he blushed. How was he ever going to be able to look at his friends or his grandpa the same? How was he going to be able to look at Seto ever again? Yugi didn't have any regrets, but he was a little apprehensive of what his friends would think if they found out. They didn't even know he and Yami were two different people!

Seto's reaction was the one he was most worried about, though. <After what he walked in on last night, I have to be prepared for the possibility that he might not want to be my friend any more.> Saddened by the thought, he sighed. Yami stirred slightly at the soft noise, wrapping his arms around Yugi more tightly before falling asleep again. Yugi snuggled into the embrace happily, reveling in the love and warmth it offered for a few moments before remembering why he woke up in the first place. Still, he remained where he was a few minutes longer until he felt he had to get up, or his bladder would explode.

He reluctantly disentangled himself from his Yami's arms, careful as not to wake him. Sliding out of bed, Yugi's feet touched the floor and he winced as a sharp pain shot up his lower back. Biting his lip against the pain, he very slowly put one foot in front of the other until he made it to the bathroom. After relieving himself, he sat down on the floor to rest a while until he felt up to the trek back to bed. He had only been sitting for a brief time when he heard a panicked \\ Yugi! \\

\ It's okay, Yami; I'm just in the bathroom. \

\\ Alright. \\ He felt Yami calm down.

Grimacing, Yugi got to his feet and stood at the door indecisively with his hand on the knob. Now that Yami was awake, how was he going to get back to the bed without him seeing his obvious discomfort? He didn't want Yami to find out he was hurt; what if he decided they shouldn't ever sleep together again?

Chewing his lower lip, Yugi decided he may as well just go out there. Even if he could make it across the room without Yami suspecting anything, there was no way he could keep it from him when they had to walk down all those stairs to breakfast... With a sigh, he opened the door and limped over to his dark half. To his surprise, Yami started laughing. Figuring he'd been found out, Yugi climbed up to sit cross legged on the foot of the bed, arms folded and frowning.

"I fail to see the humor in the situation, Yami."

Yami struggled to keep a straight face. "I know, aibou, I'm sorry. It was just the look on your face-- I guess I don't need to ask how you are feeling this morning..."

"It's not that bad," Yugi insisted.

Yami tried not to start laughing again. "'Not that bad'? You can barely walk!" His light blushed.

"It's fine when I sit down..."

Yami crawled over to him on his stomach with a smile. "Don't worry, Yugi. Next time won't hurt nearly so much." He reached forward and brought Yugi's head down to meet his in a passionate kiss.

<'Next time.'> Relieved, Yugi yielded to his lover's kiss, gently probing the other's mouth with his tongue. Yami groaned at the sensation and pulled back reluctantly after several minutes.

"No more of that, aibou. Your body needs a chance to heal." Yugi pouted as a still very naked Yami threw back the covers to leave the bed and retrieve his clothes. As he bent and began dressing, he called back to his other.

"Come on Yugi, we have to get dressed for breakfast." Turning to glance at the smaller boy, he saw him laying on his stomach, feet kicking slightly in the air and his chin propped up by a hand. A smirk was also tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"That's okay-- I'd much rather enjoy the show." Yami sighed, shaking his head, and the next thing Yugi knew, his pants were thrown in his face.

"Get dressed, aibou."

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Mai stood with her hands on the railing, looking out as the ship approached land. They were still about five miles away, but she could see the skyscrapers, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Without noticing it, her eyelids drooped shut and her chin dropped to her chest. Her head snapped up and she slumped against the railing, grumbling to herself as she supported her chin on her hand. She had come out onto the deck in the hopes that the cool, fresh air would help wake her up. The last thing she wanted was to fall asleep just as they pulled up to the dock. She yawned, mentally cursing Bakura. <He couldn't have waited one more day to screw Ryou in the privacy of his own home?! Sheesh...> She'd be surprised if anyone on their side of the ship hadn't heard them going at it--all night. And she'd have never pegged Ryou as a screamer.

Her eyelids were drifting shut again when she was jarred awake by an annoyingly chipper:

"Hi, Mai! Sleep well?"

Mai rolled her eyes. How Tea could be so cheerful at the ungodly hour of 7 o'clock was beyond her. She turned to Tea and Honda and shrugged. "As well as can be expected, what with those two." She tilted her head in the direction of the sleeping cabins.

Honda snickered. "Man, I don't think I'm old enough to have heard that."

Mai glared at him and smacked him in the chest. "Only you would enjoy hearing Yami Bakura bang the living daylights out of Ryou! Pervert."

Tea's eyes widened. "Ryou's yami was abusing him last night? I was asleep," she trailed off. "But one of you guys should have stopped him!"

Mai and Honda sweatdropped. "Uh, I don't think that would have been possible, hon," Mai told her. "Just ask anyone this side of the boat-- I think Ryou enjoyed it just as much as his yami."

The brunette girl cocked her head in confusion. "Why would Ryou like getting beat by Bakura?"

Honda shoved his hands into his pockets and shook his head with a slightly embarrassed grin. "Not beat. Fu--"

"Honda!" Mai shouted, thunking him over the head. "Don't be so crude!" She turned to the other girl. "Tea," she explained gently, "Bakura wasn't beating Ryou; they were, uh, having sex."

"What?!?" As she stared at Mai in shock, Joey walked up. Actually, more like 'staggered'. He was exhausted, having only gotten a total of about five hours of sleep. Whenever he'd think they were finally done, he'd get woken up by more of Ryou's screaming an hour or two later. At about one in the morning he'd decided he couldn't take it anymore, and snuck from his room to sit out on the deck. He was able to sleep fitfully for a while, but was forced to return to his bed when he woke with his teeth chattering. He made it back just in time to hear a muffled, "Wake up, Ryou," and an answering, "But I'm tired, Yami." Bakura didn't buy it, apparently, because five minutes later they were at it again.

Rubbing his eyes sleepily, Joey stood next to his friends. Mai looked him over knowingly.

"So you didn't get any sleep either, I take it?"

Joey blushed, putting a hand behind his head. "Oh man, their room was right behind mine!"

Laughing, Honda clapped a hand on his back. "Tough break, bro." Glaring at him, Joey shrugged his hand off quickly.

Just then, Bakura strode over to them, looking quite pleased with himself. Everyone fell silent and glanced away uncomfortably. "Well, how much longer until we reach land?" he asked.

Joey resisted the urge to gape, open mouthed, at the normally ill-tempered yami. He actually sounded...happy. <Maybe dat's what's been his problem all this time--he was sexually frustrated.> Could this mean they'd be seeing a new Yami Bakura from now on?

"Well?!" he snapped when no one answered him.

<Or not.> "Uh, we should reach da city in a couple 'a minutes, I guess." He tried not to look at Bakura; every time he did, he was reminded of all the foul things he'd yelled the night before.

< "Oh for Christ's sake, Ryou, just swallow it!" >

Bakura noticed how all four of them were avoiding his gaze and crossed his arms, grinning smugly.

"Good."

Looking up from her boots, Mai glanced at him cautiously. "So, uh, where's Ryou?" she asked, trying to sound casual. The dark Bakura's grin widened.

"Oh, still asleep, I imagine." His eye scanned the ever closing distance to the shore. "I suppose it's time I woke him, anyway." He turned to leave, surprisingly, without having hurt anyone the entire time. "Oh--and Joey?" He glanced back over his shoulder, looking him up and down with a leer.

Joey held his breath. <Why me?> he wondered miserably, meeting the other's gaze reluctantly. The intensity of those chocolate brown eyes unnerved him.

< "I'm gonna fuck you `til you can't shit!" >

He flinched. The corner of Bakura's mouth turned up.

"Don't forget my millennium eye." As he disappeared from view, Tea frowned.

"What was that all about?"

Honda smirked, grabbing Joey in a headlock. "Bakura has a thing for little Joey here."

"Eh, cut it out!" demanded Joey, shoving the taller boy away from him. "He does not!"

Mai put her hands on her hips. "That's not how it looked to me yesterday," she remarked slyly.

Joey felt the heat rise to his cheeks. "He's a nutcase! He'll do anything for that stupid eye..."

"Or anyone," Honda finished, laughing.

Joey saw red. "That's IT!!" He jumped the other boy, sending them both toppling to the ground. "You c'n insult my intelligence, you c'n insult my duelin' abilities, but don't ever insult my-my--"

"Masculinity?" Mai supplied, trying not to snicker. The two scuffled noisily on the floor.

"Yeah!" Joey yelled. "Ya jerk!" Mai found the whole situation highly amusing; Tea, on the other hand, was horrified.

"Stop it you guys! Friends shouldn't fight like this!"

The struggle continued until Joey managed to land a punch. The blonde boy stood, panting.

"Eh, some friend he is." He glared down at Honda, who sat holding his stomach and glaring back up at him.

"Take it easy, man. It was just a joke," Honda attested defensively. Joey crossed his arms, unconvinced.

"Oh, come on, Joseph, you know we didn't mean anything by it," stated Mai matter-of-factly. "Now be a couple of good little boys and make up."

Joey narrowed his eyes at Honda one last time until he realized how dumb and paranoid he was being. Just because Honda was making fun of him for Bakura coming on to him didn't mean he was saying Joey liked him back. ...Right? Reluctantly, he offered the brunette a hand and helped him to his feet.

"Ya totally deserved it, but, ah, sorry man."

Honda smiled good-naturedly. "Yeah, I'm sorry, too. I guess I stepped over the line a little on that one."

Joey snorted. "Ya think?"

"And I wasn't the one who had to sleep on the other side of the wall from those two," continued Honda apologetically.

< "Of course it'll fit; I'll make it." >

Joey shoved his hands into his pockets. "Uh, yeah, can we not talk about this anymore?"

"Talk about what?" They all turned to see Ryou standing behind them and sweatdropped.

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Yami sighed, rolling his eyes as Yugi, holding onto the banister with both hands, took another torturously slow step down the stairs.

"Yugi, for the last time: will you just let me carry you?"

"No! I can do it myself. Jeez, Yami, I'm fifteen, you know." He descended another stair. Yami leaned against the opposite banister, watching Yugi anxiously as he moved down one more step.

"At the rate you're going, we'll be lucky if we make it to the kitchen by the time you're thirty." Yugi glared at him. Yami decided to try guilt. "Please, aibou? I love you too much to want to see you hurt yourself." Yugi glanced up to catch his yami's gaze and saw the concern there.

Sighing, Yugi relented to the embarrassment of being carried down the stairs.

\\ Think of it this way--you'll heal faster. \\ Yugi wiggled excitedly in his arms, causing Yami to laugh, almost dropping him. As they continued down the stairs, at a much quicker pace, Yugi's face took on an uneasy expression.

\ Do you think it was such a good idea to put the beds sheets down the laundry chute where all the other laundry goes? What will his servants think?" \

\\ ...That it's his? \\

\ Yami! \ Yami snickered. \ Do you have any idea what bad houseguests we are? We ruined a set of expensive silk sheets! And when a friend lets you stay the night, it's not very nice to have sex in his bed... \

\\ Unless you invite him to join you? \\

Yugi made a noise of frustration. \ Yami! I'm serious. \ Yami stared back at him confusedly.

\\ So was I. \\

By this time they'd reached the bottom of the stairs and Yugi made his dark half put him down. Peering up at the taller teen, he cleared his throat and fingered the chain around his neck nervously.

"Uh, Yami? Don't take this the wrong way, but I think maybe you should stay in the puzzle for a while. I mean, at least until I've explained to Seto that we're two different people, but, uh, not."

"Hunh." He didn't like it, but he saw the logic in what Yugi was saying. "If you need me--"

Yugi smiled up at him. "I know." Yami nodded and grabbed Yugi, kissing him hard before disappearing with a flash of light. Taking a deep breath, Yugi walked painfully into the kitchen.

"--look terrible, Seto," Mokuba was saying. "What time did you go to sleep last night?"

"Late," he snapped. "What's it to you?"

".........."

There was a sigh. "I'm sorry, Mokuba. No, I didn't sleep well."

"You should take the day off and get some rest."

"Mokuba, you know that's out of the question. I have to go into work and try to clean up the huge mess Pegasus left behind."

Yugi could hear the hurt in Mokuba's voice as he protested. "But Seto--" The younger boy was cut off as he entered the room, his eyes lighting up.

"Hey, Yugi!"

Yugi smiled warmly. "Hi Mokuba." He glanced cautiously at the other brother who was staring intently at the newspaper in front of him, his hand wrapped around his coffee mug so tightly, his knuckles were white. "Good morning, Seto." The taller teen grunted an acknowledgment without looking up from the business section.

"Yugi," Mokuba called cheerfully, "Grab a bowl from the counter. You want some Corn Pops?" He shook the box at Yugi.

"Mokuba," Seto admonished, eyes still glued to the paper, "You know I don't like you eating that sugary crap. It'll stunt your growth." His brother made a rude noise.

"Like coffee's such a healthy breakfast. Don't listen to him, Yugi, he just--are you okay? Why are you walking like that?"

Both Yugi and Mokuba turned to stare at Seto as his coffee mug crashed to the floor, breaking into a dozen pieces.

"Shit!" he swore under his breath. Pushing back his chair violently, he got to his feet and started around the table.

"S-Seto?" his brother inquired worriedly.

"Get someone in here to clean up that mess, Mokuba," he ordered, before turning on his heel and storming from the room. Mokuba's mouth gaped.

Slamming open the swinging doors that led from the kitchen to the dining room, Kaiba threw himself into a chair and buried his face in his hands.

<Oh, god. Get a grip!> He couldn't help the next thought that invaded his consciousness. <He got so fucked last night, he can't even walk.> He moaned as the image from the night before replayed itself for the 2658th time in his memory. For a brief moment, when Yugi had walked into the kitchen alone, Seto had thought he might have dreamed the whole thing, that it was all a product of his overworked, overstressed, sex deprived mind. One quick look at Yugi, however, dispelled that notion. The kid practically had 'fucked brainless' tattooed on his forehead.

Seto drew in a shaky breath. How in the world was he going to make it through the morning? Every time he looked at Yugi, he saw him as he appeared the night before--his head thrown back, eyes clenched, back arched in pleasure, body glistening with sweat... He bit down hard on his lip as he felt himself harden.

<Fuck! I have to get out of this house...if only--> Hissing in through his teeth, he pressed down on the bulge in his black pajama pants.

His thoughts were interrupted by a timid, "Seto?" from behind him. After advising Mokuba to stay in the kitchen, Yugi had apprehensively gone into the dining room to talk to the brunette. Jerking his hand away from himself guiltily, Kaiba whirled around with a scowl.

"What?!" he shouted. Yugi flinched.

"I, uh, wanted to apologize--" he began, embarrassed.

"For what?" Seto snapped, his eyes burning into the other boy's. "For letting your Yami fuck you up the ass in my house?! For getting cum all over my sheets?!" he yelled.

Yugi's eyes widened almost comically, his mouth agape as he blushed scarlet. Seto felt as if he were watching himself from across the room. He desperately wanted to shut up, but he was so unbelievably horny, and the words streaming from his mouth only served to arouse and piss him off further.

"Or maybe you're sorry for--"

There was a flash of light and Seto heard a deep voice shout, "That's enough, Kaiba!" Before Seto knew what had hit him, his chair had been yanked around and he was flat on his back, looking up at a very angry Yami standing next to Yugi.

Seto brought a hand to his jaw, staring at the former pharaoh in disbelief. "You--you punched me!"

Yami growled, clenching and unclenching his fist. "I should do a lot worse..."

"Yami, no!" Yugi exclaimed, grabbing his darker half's arm. "He's my friend!"

Yami glanced back at his light. " 'Friend'?!" he repeated incredulously. Turning once more to Seto, he grabbed him by the collar, pulling him up from his toppled chair. "I think Kaiba needs to learn a lesson on how one treats his friends!" Throwing Seto back to the floor, Yami jumped on him, his hands around his neck.

"Don't you EVER speak to him like that again," Yami hissed viciously, his face inches from the brunette's. Seto's breath came in short wheezes, shocked blue eyes locking with fiery crimson; he had never been more afraid or turned on in his life. ...Well, except for last night. He dimly registered that Yami was still talking to him.

"Do you understand?" Yami tightened his grip around his neck and shifted his position as he straddled the other boy.

Seto couldn't help the loud moan that escaped him as Yami's ass ground into his hips. <Oh god, just a little more...>

"Yami, stop!" Yugi pleaded. "You're hurting him!"

Seto reached up with both hands and tried to pry Yami's grip from his throat. He was panting heavily now, and the chokehold was making it difficult to breathe. Unable to stop himself, he bucked his hips. The sensation was incredible.

Yugi, misinterpreting the movement, began crying. "Yami, let him up!"

<So close...> Kaiba thrust his hips upward again and groaned.

"Not until he answers me!"

<Yes oh yes oh god--> "Yes," he managed to rasp.

"What was that?" Yami demanded. He brought his lower body down hard to keep Seto from bucking him off, just as the other boy thrust upward one more time.

"Yes!" Seto screamed, his voice raw as his eyes rolled back in his head and he shuddered violently with his release.

Tears were streaming down Yugi's face now. "Yami, you're killing him!"

The dark one got off of Kaiba and glared down at him as he rolled onto his side, choking and gasping. Kneeling in front of Yugi, Yami tenderly wiped away his tears with his thumbs.

"I don't know how you think he could ever be your friend, but I promise you this, aibou: if he ever treats you like that again, I will kill him." He leaned in and kissed Yugi possessively before glaring at Seto one last time and retreating into the puzzle.

Just then, Mokuba burst into the dining room. "I heard yelling! What happened here?" His gaze fell on the boy crumpled on the floor. "Big brother!!" He ran over to him. Seto had regained his breath and was sitting up weakly. "Big brother, are you okay?!"

"I'm fine, Mokuba," he grunted, standing shakily. "Yami has just made it perfectly clear how he feels about me..."

Mokuba's head whipped around towards Yugi. "Huh? Who's Yami??"

Making his way to the door, Seto grimaced at the wetness in his pants. "Get Yugi to explain it to you," he grumbled, waving a dismissive hand in the petite teen's direction.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, Seto!" Yugi exclaimed. "I can't believe he did that. I'm really, really sorry--" The taller boy frowned at him, rubbing his neck.

"Stop apologizing, Yugi," he interrupted tersely. "I...shouldn't have said those things to you. I got what I deserved." <And then some.>

Yugi's gaze dropped to his feet. "...Um, if you can get someone to drive me home, I'll get out of your--"

Kaiba snorted. "Don't bother. I'm leaving; I have a lot of work to do in the office. You can...call your friends over or whatever. I'm sure Mokuba would enjoy the company." With that, he exited the room, leaving behind two very stunned and confused young boys.

Seto passed through the kitchen, then, as an afterthought, went over and rifled through a cabinet until he found what he'd been searching for. Walking back to the dining room, he pushed open a door, leaned inside, and threw something at Yugi before leaving again.

Yugi caught it, and blushed when he saw what it was. Curious, Mokuba looked over his shoulder.

"...Advil?"

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Returning to Ryou's room, Bakura approached the bed impatiently. "Wake up, Ryou."

Ryou made a noise halfway between a moan and a whine as he pulled a pillow over his head before promptly falling back asleep. Bakura scowled. He didn't have time for this.

"Wake. Up!" He grabbed the sheet and whipped it back. The still half-sleeping boy curled into a ball as the cold air of the room hit his bare skin.

"Oh shit..."

This got Ryou's attention, and he looked up suddenly, panic in his eyes. He'd never heard his yami use that tone of voice before, and it scared him.

"What? What is it?" He followed Bakura's wide-eyed gaze to the bed sheets and gasped. A dark red stain discolored the linen between his legs.

"Yami??" the terror rose in his voice.

Cursing, Bakura glanced around himself. "Don't move, Ryou." Ryou looked like moving was the last thing on his mind as he clenched the sheets on either side of him. Bakura saw the physically ill expression on his face and narrowed his eyes. "Don't you dare vomit, because I am NOT cleaning that up."

Stepping into the bathroom he grabbed the hand towel his hikari had been using earlier and ran it under warm water before returning to the other's side. "Roll onto your stomach," he ordered. Ryou obeyed, and he grimaced at the dried blood marring the pale skin, thinking maybe he should have stopped last night when he'd told him it hurt. Angry, more at himself for thinking such a thing than at the other boy, he climbed onto the bed and began swiping at the blood on Ryou's thighs with the towel.

"Ahh!" Ryou cried out instantly in pain. He bit his lip to keep from sobbing, because he knew his Yami hated him for his weakness. As it was, the tears leaked from his eyes and he trembled slightly.

Bakura, feeling something that maybe wasn't totally unrelated to an emotion somewhat resembling guilt, ceased the rough motions and wiped at the remaining blood much more gently, taking care not to cause any fresh bleeding. Once he was finished he sat back and threw the towel into a wastebasket.

"Can you get dressed?"

Turning onto his back carefully, Ryou gazed up at him with watery eyes and shook his head, sniffling. Irritated, Bakura walked over and snatched his clothes from the floor. He impatiently helped his light half dress himself, like a small child, and had to resist the urge to throttle him at every soft cry and whimper.

When they were finally done, Bakura stood back and Ryou looked around himself.

"Where's my sweater?" he asked.

The dark one frowned. \\ <That damn sweater!> \\ "How should I know?" he snapped. "It's wherever you left it. Come on; you don't need it."

Ryou's face fell. "But it's cold outside."

Bakura's eyes flicked surreptitiously to the corner of the bed, then to Ryou, then back again. Growling at himself for going soft, he never broke eye contact with his hikari as he bent and tugged the sweater out from under the mattress. "Oh look," he said, his voice completely devoid of emotion. "Here it was all along." He threw the sweater at Ryou's head.

As he pulled it on, Bakura strode over to the millennium ring and picked it up. Seeing the ring in his yami's hand, Ryou's mouth went dry with fear. But Bakura simply slipped it over Ryou's head, to rest around his neck. The gentler boy blinked in disbelief. Bakura observed the expression on his face and glowered.

"Don't go getting all warm and fuzzy, Ryou--what would I do with your ring if I had it? I do not possess any of the other items...yet. Now come on; we're almost to shore."

Ryou shrugged. At least his Yami had called the ring his. That was something. Moving cautiously, he scooted to the edge of the bed and tried to stand. He cried out suddenly, nearly a scream, as white hot daggers of pain shot through his lower back. He sagged to the floor, crying.

"Oh Yami, it hurts!"

Bakura rolled his eyes. "Come on, you crybaby, it can't be that bad. Pain builds character. Get up."

"I can't!" he sobbed. "It hurts so much!"

The fiend crossed his arms, tapping his foot. "Get. UP. Ryou."

His light half curled into a ball and clutched his stomach. "Please, Yami, take over."

Now this was a switch--his hikari actually wanted him to take control of his body. He blew a strand of hair from his face. "HELL no. I was a young boy once, too, you know. And how do you think they treated tomb raiders back in Egypt? I dealt with it, just like you're going to deal with it."

This made Ryou weep even harder. "Please, Yami!"

"Forget it."

"I-I'll do anything!"

Bakura raised an eyebrow. \\ <Anything?> \\ The corner of his mouth turned up before he looked down at the other boy and sighed. Twelve hours ago, the sight of Ryou in a fetal position on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, would have made him want to hit him, but now...

"Alright," he grumbled, "but I'm holding you to your word. When I decide what it is you will do, you will do it without question, is that clear?" The other nodded eagerly.

With one last frown, he jumped into the ring.

\\ Alright, you weakling, go to your soul room. \\ Ryou quickly did so, lest his Yami change his mind. Using the bed for support, Bakura pulled himself to his feet. He nearly passed out as the pain washed over him. Gods, it was awful...

\\ <Maybe I should take Ryou to a doctor when we get to Japan...> \\ He suddenly felt ever so slightly bad for calling his light a crybaby. He was extremely glad Ryou had happily shut himself away in the ring, because he'd just die if Ryou knew he had tears in his eyes.

He willed them away and took a moment to compose himself. Blocking out all the pain into the back of his mind until it was just a dull ache in his head, Yami Ryou strode out of the cabin (wincing). He spotted Ryou's loser friends where he'd last seen them by the railing, and approached just in time to hear Joey say, "...can we not talk about this anymore?"

"Talk about what?" Yami Ryou asked innocently imitating his hikari's voice.

"Eh..."

"Uh..."

"Um..."

"Heh..."

"My amazing, vocal sex life?"

Joey grabbed the smaller boy by his cardigan. "You awful yami! Stop takin' over Ryou! I know it's you!"

The white haired one grinned evilly. He blinked.

"Careful, you might muss this smashing sweater," he said evenly, smiling.

"Oh, don't be factitious. We all know you hate that sweater." Everyone turned to stare at Honda. He sweatdropped.

"What?? I know big words! Don't act so surprised!!"

"Right, Honda," Tea taunted, "Where'd you hear that one--Yugi?"

"Hey!" As they all began to argue, Yami Ryou pushed Joey off and walked a ways away. Joey followed him.

"Why are you in control a' Ryou instead'a out yourself?!"

"Would you believe he begged me to?"

"No."

"He did."

"Why would he wanna let you 'drive'?" Joey blushed as he realized another way his sentence could be interpreted. "I mean--"

"Let's just say I'm doing him a favor, since it rather hurts the, ah, morning after." Yami Ryou's slender hand slipped lightning quick around Joey's waist to pinch his behind.

"Ahh!" Joey ran back to the relative safety of his friends. Yami Ryou snickered.

Mai gave Joey a questioning look before sending a suspicious one in Yami Ryou's direction. "What was that all about?" Joey sweatdropped.

"Nothin'!" Mai didn't look like she bought it, but she remained uncharacteristically silent. Joey bit his lip as he looked off towards shore in the distance.

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Seto groaned, rubbing his temples. What the hell had just happened? He was slumped in the private back seat of his preferred black limo. He couldn't believe what he'd done. There was no way Yami hadn't been able to tell what he was doing when he'd bucked like that. His shaft had been practically burning through his black silk pajamas into Yami's cleft.

<I thrust into his insanely tight leather-panted rear while moaning like a freakin' whore on her back! He was trying to choke me and I was getting off on it! He must think I'm sick, disturbed.> Seto frowned, remembering just how much he'd reveled in the sensation of Yami all over him, touching him, even if it had been in a violent way. <I am disturbed.> he thought.

Once at his office building, he stormed in. Secretaries' phones lit up across the boards throughout the building.

"Watch out! Mr. Kaiba's arrived and he looks angry!"

"Shirley, get those reports done NOW. Seto Kaiba's returned!"

"Mr. Kaiba's on the warpath. Avoid him at all costs!"

"Kaiba's back!!"

As Seto stalked down the hallways of his company, it did give him some twisted pleasure to see all his employees shirking with fear and avoiding his icy blue death glare. On the top level of his skyscraper, Kaiba crossed angrily to his board of directors' meeting room. He threw open the doors, only to be disappointed with an empty chamber. He went down the hall to his own office, stopping to yell at his secretary.

"Where are my board of directors?!?!"

"Uh, a-at a private luncheon!" she stammered.

His next word came out calm, cold, and deliberate.

"Where."

His secretary feared for more than her job; she feared for her life. "I don't know, sir. T-they did not inform me." Kaiba was seething, but fought desperately not to take it out on the quivering woman in front of him.

"Incompetent moron!" he spat. A recent employee walked by with a takeout bag. "You there! What time is it?!" he growled. Raising an eyebrow, the man checked his watch.

"12:02 sir." Kaiba smirked inwardly. Finally, an excuse to vent his wrath.

"Twelve-OH-two?!? What are you doing wasting my time? Lunch ended two minutes ago! You're fired!" There. That felt good. Kaiba raged into his office, calling after him, "Get off my property!"

He slammed his office door and went to his desk. The amount of work he'd let pile up... Seto growled.

"I am an idiot. I took off all that time to 'find myself'?? I know even less now than then." He pounded a fist onto the wood. Well, that wasn't completely true. He now knew one thing he hadn't before. That he was capable of more than desire, more than lust. <For by God, I lust for Yugi Muto and his darker half, but I--I...> Dare he admit it? Even to himself?

"I love. I can love." He leaned his head onto his hard desktop. This was not mere passion, nor was it brotherly love, nor even the loyal love of friendship. This was destiny. Soulmates. True love.

"I love you, Yugi. All parts of you..." He imagined Yami kissing him, and remembered Yugi with his head thrown back in pleasure. Or was it the other way around? Memory and fantasy melded in his mind, the line between the two getting harder and harder to define.

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Xpyne: Heeheehee. Did everybody like Seto's dream? It's the lead-in to my ancient Egyptian story!

Solitaire: ::snicker:: Did everybody like my 'breakfast scene'? That's about the closest to lemon you'll get out of me...

Seto: You're both sick.

Solitaire: Don't pretend you didn't like it.

Seto: -_-`

Ryou: You guys hurt me!

Xpyne: ::grins:: Wait til next chapter! Like, everyone (mainly you and Yugi) gets their ass kicked! Muwahahahaha!! I love fighting, sex and angst!

Everyone else: O_o` Uh-oh..... she's got a pen!!

Solitaire: Don't worry. I do all the typing so I get final say...but I'm gonna allow this. ::smirks::

Xpyne: Bitch! You always get final say?!?!?! Why I oughta---

Yugi: ::holds her back:: Calm down, Xpyne! You know she lets you talk her into most things.

Xpyne: [grumbles] Fine. Whatever. I'm gonna be in my trailer.

Seto: ::cough::Prima Donna::cough:: You're not a real author anyway.

Xpyne: ::sticks out tongue:: ...yet.