Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Stronger Than Before ❯ Chapter1 ( Chapter 1 )

Stronger Than Before

by Dragondreamer and Yami Dragon

Disclaimer: We don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! If we did, Dragondreamer would own Seto.

Warning: This story contains shouenen-ai (guy/guy relationships) and yaoi (guys having sex with guys). It also contains coarse language and violence. If you don't like it, or become offended by such things, take off already!

A/N: Okay, we just want to explain something about the rings. We don't know how they do it anywhere else, but all the committed gay couples we know wear their rings on the LEFT hand. So don't bother flaming us about this. We're going with what we know!

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT YAOI (MALE/MALE SEX)! IF THAT'S NOT YOUR THING, THEN LEAVE NOW!

Note: /…/ Tristan's thoughts

[…] Joey's thoughts

{…} Seto's thoughts

[[…]]Yami's thought and mind link to Yugi

//…// Yugi's thoughts and mind link to Yami

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DD: Chapter one and already my yami's writing lemons!

YD: Don't complain! You know you like them!

DD: I admit to nothing.

Bakura: Yeah, right. We all know hikaris aren't as innocent as they look.

DD: *sticks tongue out at Bakura*

Tristan: Don't stick it out unless you're going to use it.

YD: You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Tristan: Hell yeah!

DD: *sighs* Let's get on with the story before his hormones get out of control, shall we?

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Chapter 1

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Joey crossed his arms over the top of his guitar and rested his chin on them, closing his eyes. He knew he should be studying, but there was too much on his mind. Namely Tristan.

He'd gotten back from the trip to New York three days ago, and Joey had hardly seen him. He'd been coming home after the blonde was asleep and leaving before he awoke. And his surprise visit hadn't gone as planned.

[He's getting to be more like Seto every day. But at least Seto always finds time for Yugi and Yami. Even he told Tristan to take a break.]

Joey lifted his head and looked at the ring on his hand. It was gold with an odd shaped piece of amber embedded into the band. Tristan had given it to him when they graduated from high school, saying the stone reminded him of Joey's eyes. He had slid the ring onto Joey's left ring finger, promising to always be there and swearing he'd love him forever. Joey hadn't taken it off since.

He sighed, strumming a few bars of the song he was working on with Yami. Yami had a gift for lyrics, but unlike the rest of his friends he couldn't play an instrument to save his soul. He wanted to do something special for Yugi for his birthday. Along with Joey, Tristan and Seto, he was composing a song for his hikari. Everyone agreed it was a unique gift.

Joey glanced at the clock. It was almost 8:30 and Tristan still wasn't home. Joey put his guitar aside and picked up his text book. He had one exam left before summer break, and he'd be damned if he was going to screw it up. He only had three credits left to get his degree and he desperately wanted it. It had been Yugi who had suggested he study child psychology and become a social worker. His own background gave him a deeper understanding of abused kids.

He picked up a highlighter and became so engrossed in what he was reading he didn't notice the passage of time until the front door opened. He shot a glance at the clock. It was 9:48, and Tristan was just strolling through the door.

[Damn him and that frigging job! You wouldn't catch Seto working this late on a Friday night anymore. Not with Yugi and Yami waiting at home for him.]

"Hey." Tristan dropped his briefcase next to the couch and shrugged out of his jacket. He leaned down and kissed the top of Joey's head. "How's the studying coming?"

"Fine." Joey answered shortly.

/Still pissed about this afternoon I see./ Tristan straightened, turning towards the stairs. "Have you eaten?"

"Yes."

"Well, I'm going to take a shower."

"Whatever."

/He's in a mood. Let's see how long it lasts./ Tristan made a quick detour to the kitchen before heading upstairs.

[I can't believe he's acting like nothing happened this afternoon! Probably too busy thinking about that bitch of a reporter. Why can't he leave work at work?]

Joey threw his book on the coffee table and flopped back on the couch, hearing the water running upstairs. He had the urge to go up there and get in the shower with Tristan, with the express purpose of relieving a little tension for both of them, but he held back.

[He'll probably just say he's too tired.]

Tears filled the honey colored eyes and he angrily wiped them away. There was no way he was going to cry like a little kid over this. He did understand how difficult things were at the office for Tristan right now. But that didn't mean he had the right to forget he wasn't the only one in this relationship. Joey had tried to talk to him about it before he left for the States, but Tristan had gotten angry, saying someone had to work to pay the mortgage and Joey's tuition. Joey had gone away feeling both angry and guilty. And he hated himself for it.

"Joseph Anthony Wheeler! Get up here!"

[What the fuck did I do this time?]

He stormed up the stairs, seething. He flung open the bedroom door, intent on giving Tristan a piece of his mind. The words died in his throat as his jaw hit the floor.

"Great impression of a gaffed fish love." Tristan smirked.

Joey blinked, taking in the room which was dimly lit by a half a dozen large pillar candles scattered about. There was a vase filled with red roses on the nightstand on Joey's side of the bed, gently perfuming the air. On Tristan's table, there were several bottles containing lubricant and different types of massage oil, along with a bottle of red wine and two glasses. Tristan was lounging naked on the bed, beautiful to Joey's eyes, his tanned skin glowing in the light of the flickering flames.

"Tristan…"

"Are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to join me?"

Joey took a couple of steps toward the bed, stopping when a predatory gleam appeared in the brunettes eyes. "What?"

"Stop right there." Tristan slid off the bed and approached the other, his eyes glittering. "Don't move."

Tristan cupped Joey's face in his hands, leaning down to kiss him softly. Joey sighed, parting his lips to grant his lover entrance. His arms slipped around Tristan's waist as his mouth was tenderly dominated. He felt the hands leave his face to gently tangle in his hair as Tristan broke the kiss.

"I love you Joey."

"Tristan…I'm sorry about today. I know that things are tough at work with that woman and all."

"Hush. Let's not talk about that now."

He pulled Joey's shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. He bent to kiss the blonde's shoulder, running his tongue across his collarbone to the hollow of his throat, gently nipping the soft skin there. He smiled as Joey moaned with pleasure. The blonde was so honest in his passion. He had been from the beginning.

Tristan drifted down Joey's chest, stopping to kiss and lick at his nipples, causing his golden haired lover to moan again. His hands fluttered over the taut stomach, until they reached the button on his jeans. He quickly undid them, dropping to his knees to slide them off his hips and down his thighs, kissing the exposed flesh as he did.

He leaned back so Joey could kick off his pants and then immediately moved forward, wrapping his arms around the blonde's legs, fingers digging into the backs of his thighs as he pulled him closer and took him into his mouth.

"Oh gods Tristan!" Joey whimpered, his eyes sliding shut as he ran his hands along Tristan's shoulders.

Tristan took him all the way in before pulling back, letting his teeth lightly graze over the silken flesh. Joey began to thrust against him, small whimpers escaping his lips unnoticed. He could feel his release quickly bearing down on him under his lover's skilled ministrations.

"Tristan! Oh gods love…I'm gonna come!"

Tristan released him, wrapping his hand around the blonde's arousal, roughly stroking him. "Come for me Joey." He looked up at Joey with dark, lust filled eyes. "I want to taste you."

Joey groaned at the husky words as he felt the brunette's hot mouth close around him again. His fingernails dug into Tristan's shoulders as his climax overtook him.

Tristan took it all, drawing it out for the blonde as long as he could. Finally releasing him, he stood, taking Joey in his arms and kissing him deeply. Joey shivered at the intensity of it, feeling his knees go weak all over again.

"Come love." Tristan led him over to the bed, laying down with him, and reaching for the bottle of wine and the glasses.

Joey propped himself up on the pillows, accepting the half full glass of ruby liquid, watching Tristan's face intently. Tristan put the bottle back on the nightstand and turned to Joey, his own glass in hand. He raised an eyebrow at the look the blonde was giving him.

"Why?" Joey asked quietly.

Tristan shrugged. "Because I love you."

"And because you feel guilty, right? Don't try to hide it Tristan, I know you too well."

"Yes." Tristan admitted. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone off on you like that."

"I'm not going to tell you it's okay, because it's not. But I forgive you."

"Always so honest." Tristan smiled sadly.

"Would you rather I lied to you?"

"No. That's one of the things I love most about you. Even if it hurts sometimes."

"I've never lied to you Tristan. I never will." He reached out and brushed his fingers over Tristan's cheek, cupping his chin and leaning in to kiss him gently. "I love you."

"I love you too." Tristan drained his glass, motioning for Joey to do the same. Putting the empty glasses aside, he reached for a bottle, unscrewing the cap and setting on the nightstand. "Come on; let me give you a backrub."

Joey smiled, kissing him again before moving to lie on his stomach. Tristan straddled his lover's legs, settling himself before pouring some of the thick, clear liquid into his hands, rubbing them together to warm them. He smoothed his hands over the blonde's back and shoulders, spreading the sticky substance before starting to work it in. He grinned as he leaned forward, letting his hot breath waft over the smooth skin.

"Mmmm…" Joey purred as he felt his skin heat up. "That's so warm. What is it?"

"Vegetable glycerin. It heats up when you work it in, or breathe on it." He bent down further and ran his tongue up Joey's spine, earning a moan from him. "Totally edible too."

"Feels good."

"I thought you'd like it." Tristan dug his fingers into the blonde's beautifully muscled back, working out the knots. Five years of familiarity didn't diminish the feelings looking at his lover's perfectly sculpted body gave him.

"Ouch!" Joey winced.

"Sorry babe. That's what happens when you spend so much time hunched over your text books."

"Yeah right. Like you and your laptop. If I didn't know better, I'd think I was sleeping with Seto."

"Funny boy." Tristan lifted himself off the other's legs and Joey turned over, a smirk on his face.

"Well, you are getting to be as bad as he is."

"I thought we weren't going to talk about this." Tristan dumped some more glycerin into his hand and began working it into Joey's chest.

"Sorry." Joey took the bottle, pouring some into his own hand and returning the favor.

Tristan hissed as Joey began to play with his nipples, leaning forward to tease them with his teeth. He swept his tongue across the brunette's chest before leaning back and licking his lips free of the sweet substance.

"You taste great." He looked up at his lover, his hair falling in his eyes, a wanton look on his face.

"Joey…" Tristan fell on him, giving up all attempts at control.

Their mouths fused in a heated kiss, both moaning as the friction of their writhing bodies caused their slickened skin to warm. Hands and lips roamed as the desire rose in their veins. Tristan groaned as he was flipped over and Joey buried his face in his neck, sucking lightly on the pulse point, the brunette's weak spot.

He slid down and sat on Tristan's thighs, grabbing the bottle of glycerin and coating his hand with it before taking his lover's arousal and pumping slowly. Tristan moaned loudly as the syrup-like substance heated up.

"Joey…gods, baby…need you…please." Tristan reached for him.

Joey moved up and in one quick downward thrust, took the other to the hilt, throwing his head back and screaming as the pleasure/pain ripped through him.

"Gods!" Tristan gasped. "You fucking masochist."

The blonde didn't reply, lifting up only to slam back down, tearing a moan from his throat. Tristan's breath caught at the sight. Joey's cheeks were flushed, teeth clenched as he writhed, golden hair tangled with sweat, and lust clouded eyes staring down into an equally passion filled brown gaze.

"Tristan…" Joey whimpered, lightening flashing before his eyes as Tristan found the right angle.

Tristan dug his fingers into the other's hips, marking him, as he thrust, feeling the edge quickly approaching. Joey's body went rigid as he came hard, still moving, taking the brunette with him. He collapsed onto Tristan's sweat dampened chest with a sigh.

"Damn that was good."

Tristan chuckled. "It was." He rolled them over, eyes growing concerned as Joey winced when he pulled out. "Are you okay?"

"Fine." Joey yawned, cuddling close. "I couldn't help myself."

"Yeah right." Tristan shook his head and put his arms around the blonde, cradling him against his chest. "Go to sleep love."

Joey didn't hear him.

~*~*~*~*~

Joey rolled over in the rumpled bed, reaching for Tristan. He came fully awake when his hand touched an empty pillow. He looked at the clock. 7:12 am.

[Where'd he go?]

Joey rose from the bed, feeling like he'd been hit by a truck. He'd shamelessly woken Tristan up at around two this morning, feeling a little frisky. He smiled to himself. It had been a long time since they had made love in the middle of the night like that. Just one of them waking up and wanting the other. And they'd managed to finish off the bottle of wine in the most interesting ways.

He headed for the bathroom, detecting the smell of fresh coffee coming from downstairs. Judging from the wet towels lying on the floor, Tristan had already had a shower.

[He's up already? Gods, he never sleeps!]

Going back to the bedroom, Joey pulled on his jeans and with a smile, grabbed one of the roses from the vase next to the bed. He snuck down the stairs and into the kitchen, stopping in the doorway, shaking his head.

Tristan was sitting at the table in what Joey had come to know as the "I'm so busy, I wouldn't notice a bomb go off next to me" position. Elbow on the table, head in his hand, with a lit cigarette threatening to catch his hair on fire and eyes glued to the screen of his laptop. And a cup of cold coffee next to him.

Joey sighed, going over to deftly pluck the fire hazard from Tristan's fingers, crushing it out in the ash tray by his elbow. Tristan's eyes flickered to the blonde's face before going back to the computer screen.

"Morning." The brunette mumbled.

[Screw that!] Joey grabbed the back of the chair and pulled it away from the table before straddling his lover and dropping into his lap. He lifted the rose to Tristan's face, using it to trace a path across his cheek and lips, running it down over his chin and neck to his collarbone. He then leaned down and lightly kissed the brunette's pulse point, quickly flicking his tongue over it, smirking as he felt Tristan's body respond.

"Good morning my lover. How long have you been up?"

Tristan glanced at his watch. "A couple of hours."

"Why so early?"

"I have to go in to the office."

Joey got up with a growl. "Why? Gods Tristan! It's Saturday. Can't we spend the day together?"

"Joey please. It's not that I don't want to." Tristan stood up and reached for a paper on the table, handing it to the blonde. "This was in this morning's paper. Seto's going to have to reply to it by Monday. Between this and the one from yesterday…"

Joey looked at the tabloid, which was folded back to the first page of the so called business section. There, taking up half the page, was a full color picture of Seto and Tristan. They were standing with their arms around each other, Tristan's head on Seto's shoulder, turned away from the camera. The buildings around them were conveniently blurred. The caption read Nepotism is a Wonderful Thing.

Joey narrowed his eyes, looking more closely. Both Seto and Tristan were dressed in black suits, and from the angle, Joey could see that Seto was wearing a tie. Not normal attire for either of them.

"Wait a minute!" Joey crumpled the paper slightly as anger rose to stain his cheeks. "This picture was taken at Gramps' funeral!"

"Looks that way." Tristan sat back down and lit another cigarette. "Seems that bitch found out Seto and I used to be more than just friends. I don't know how, but it's going to cause major problems."

"But you never hid it."

"Not from you guys, but we didn't go around telling everyone either."

Joey sat down next to him, taking the cigarette from him and putting it in his mouth. Tristan was surprised. It wasn't very often that Joey smoked. Usually just when he was drinking or pissed about something.

"That picture's over a year old." Joey stated, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Umm…yeah." Tristan was getting a little distracted. The blonde just looked too sexy sitting there, hair all tousled, bare chested, with that cigarette hanging from his mouth, eyes narrowed against the smoke. /I'm gonna have to jump him if he doesn't stop it./

Joey smirked at the look on Tristan's face. [I don't suppose he's regretting his decision to go in to work today?] "Have you eaten yet?"

"No, I don't have time."

"Oh yes you do." Joey got up, handing the cigarette back to Tristan and picking up his cold coffee. "I'm not letting you leave until you've had some breakfast."

Tristan just shook his head, knowing better than to argue as he watched Joey dump his cold coffee into the sink and make him a fresh cup.

"Drink it this time." Joey said, setting it down on the table.

"Yes sir."

Joey rolled his eyes and went back to fixing breakfast.

/Where the hell are these pictures coming from?/ Tristan wondered as he shut down his computer. /I didn't see anyone outside the funeral home that day. Of course, we were both too broken up to really notice. Damn! How the hell did she find out about me and Seto? This is going to cause some major problems for him. And now that Mokuba and Yugi have been dragged in to it…I just hope Seto can keep his temper. It's bad enough she went after Mokuba, but Yugi too? Is she that stupid?/

"Here babe." Joey put a plate down in front of Tristan, moving all his papers and his laptop aside. "Just eat it before it gets cold, okay?"

Tristan pulled Joey into his lap. "Aren't you going to eat?"

"Too early. I'll get something after you're gone." He kissed the brunette softly before standing up. "Now eat!"

"Yes sir."

"Ass." Joey smacked him across the back of the head.

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Twenty minutes later, Tristan called a goodbye to Joey and left the house. Getting into his car, he felt like he was forgetting something.

/Keys, laptop, wallet…shit! Briefcase!/

He jumped back out of the car to see Joey standing in the doorway, briefcase in hand, shaking his head. He sprinted up the steps and grabbed it, pulling Joey to him for a quick kiss.

"When are you going to be home?"

"I have no idea. I'll call, okay?"

Joey sighed. "Sure. Love you."

"Love you too!" Tristan yelled as he got back in the car and started it up, peeling out of the driveway.

Joey watched until he turned the corner. Sighing again, he closed the door and headed for the kitchen.

Pouring himself a coffee, he went into the living room, figuring he could get a head start on his studying and maybe go meet up with Yugi and Yami at the game shop when they opened.

[Damn, it's too quiet in here.]

Joey rested his head on the back of the couch and soon fell asleep, text book lying open and forgotten in his lap.

~*~*~*~*~

"Good morning Odette." Yami greeted the cook as he reached for the coffee pot.

"Good morning Mr. Kaiba."

"Odette."

The short blonde woman blushed. "I'm sorry Yami."

Yami just smiled, shaking his head. Seto's servants were still having a hard time getting used to his and Yugi's dislike of such formality. Besides, it had gotten too confusing after they had gotten married and he had taken Seto's last name, lacking one of his own.

"Where's Seto?"

"He's in the dinning room. Would you like anything in particular for dinner tonight?"

"Not really." Yami waved a hand dismissively. "Whatever's easiest for you."

Odette smiled as Yami turned to leave the kitchen, lifting his cup to his lips as he went. She giggled as he let out a small, bliss-filled sigh.

"No one makes coffee like you Odette." Yami looked over his shoulder at her, winking. "If I ever divorce Seto, you're the only thing I'm asking for."

She giggled again, making shooing motions with her hands, sending him off to see Seto.

Yami found Seto sitting at the head of the dinning room table, reading the paper. He laid his cup down and stood behind the brunette, wrapping his arms around his neck.

"Good morning love."

"Good morning." Seto turned his head and kissed Yami. "If it could be called that."

"Again?" Yami looked over his husband's shoulder at the paper, shaking his head at the picture of Seto and Tristan.

"Again. I'm going to have to go into the office to meet with Tristan."

"That's fine. Yugi and I have to open the shop today anyway."

"Where is Yugi?"

"Still in bed. Why don't you go get him up? I want to finish my coffee."

"Sure." Seto stood up and turning around, pulled Yami into his arms. "I think we wore him out last night."

"I didn't hear him complaining." Yami smirked.

Seto chuckled, dropping a kiss on the other's lips before letting him go and heading to the kitchen. Odette was waiting for him, a glass of orange juice in her hand. This had become routine on the weekends. Yugi would always sleep late and Seto would end up going to wake him, bringing him a glass of juice. Their cook had caught on to it quickly and always had a glass poured.

Seto snaked an arm around her, giving her a light squeeze and laughing at her blush. "You're such a treasure, you know that?"

Odette just blushed harder, giving him a little smack. Master Kaiba had loosened up a lot since Yami and Yugi had come into his life. While it was strange in some ways, she couldn't complain. It was nice to see him happy.

Seto left the kitchen, still laughing, and headed for their bedroom. Opening up the door, he saw Yugi was still asleep, curled up on one side of their king size bed with the covers tucked up to his chin.

Seto sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning down to kiss his other husband. Yugi's eyes snapped open and he bolted up, almost causing Seto to spill the juice all over his shirt.

"Shit! What time is it?!"

"Calm down love. It's only around eight." Seto replied, handing Yugi the glass.

Yugi rubbed his eyes before accepting the juice, draining the glass in one long draught. He leaned over to put it on the night stand and then laid his head in Seto's lap, blinking sleepily. Seto smiled down at him, running his hand through the other's hair, which was sticking up in twenty different directions, instead of the usual five or six.

"Gods you're precious when you first wake up."

"Only then?" Yugi teased, moving back to rest on the pillows and tugging at Seto's shirt.

Seto groaned. "Yugi…I have to go to the office."

"Not until you give me a kiss." Yugi pouted, pushing back the covers to reveal his naked form and pulling the brunette down on top of him.

"One kiss." Seto scolded, knowing he was done for.

Yugi smirked, wrapping his arms around Seto's neck and pulling him down. They kissed gently at first, until Seto ran his hand down Yugi's bare skin, causing him to moan and strain against the brunette. Seto plunged his tongue past the other's lips, caressing the roof of his mouth, tart with the taste of the orange juice.

{Oh gods! I've got to stop now or I'll never get out of here!}

Seto pulled away, standing. He averted his eyes from the other's trademark pout, refusing to be suckered in again. "I've got to go. Tristan's waiting for me."

"Seto Kaiba! Don't you dare!" Yugi climbed to his feet, standing on the bed as Seto turned away from him.

He launched himself at the brunette only to have Seto whip around and catch him against his chest. Yugi immediately wrapped his legs around the other's waist, grinding into him and crashing their lips together. Seto moaned as Yugi roughly kissed him, silently demanding he respond.

Seto peeled the smaller man off of him and held him at arms length over the bed before dropping him. Yugi landed with a thump and a snarl, glaring at his husband. Seto looked down at him, breathing hard, taking in the beautiful form of the other. Yugi was a good inch taller than Yami now, and more muscular, and aside from the eye color and Yami's slightly wilder hair, looked enough like the spirit of the Puzzle that they were often mistaken for twins.

Seto smirked as he dropped to his knees, grabbing Yugi's legs and drawing them over his shoulders. Yugi groaned as he felt Seto lick along his length before taking him completely into his mouth, sucking hard.

"Mmmm….Seto…so good…" Yugi writhed as Seto reached up to brush his fingers across the already hard nipples.

Yugi thrust upwards, causing Seto to throw his forearm across the slim hips, pinning him down. He stroked his hand down Yugi's chest to his stomach, caressing the ridged muscles there. He could feel Yugi getting close and he took him in all the way, swallowing around him.

"Gods! Oh gods…Seto…please…make it happen…please!"

Seto smiled inwardly. {Always so vocal first thing in the morning.}

Yugi buried his hands in Seto's hair, gripping tight as his body arched off the bed and he released into the brunette's mouth with a scream.

Seto was just untangling himself when the door opened to reveal Yami. He crossed his arms and shook his head, a slight smile on his face.

"Aren't you supposed to be meeting Tristan?"

"Yes." Seto stood up, dragging the back of his hand across his bottom lip, looking at Yami with lust filled eyes.

Yami backed towards the door, but didn't quite make it as Seto leapt across the room and grabbed him in a bone crushing embrace. He leaned down, claiming his lips in a savage kiss, thrusting his tongue into Yami's mouth. Yami moaned, melting into him as he tasted Yugi's release on the brunette's tongue.

[[Oh Ra! None of us are getting out of here today.]] He struggled out of Seto's arms, pushing himself away.

"Get back here Yami." Seto growled, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

"Seto, you need to go to the office and Yugi and I have to open the game shop."

Yugi groaned from the bed. //Yami, I don't think I can.//

[[Get up Aibou. You've got ten minutes to shower.]]

Yami shot a stern look at both his husbands and turned on his heel and left the room.

Seto sighed, dragging a hand through his messed up hair. He crossed over to the bed and pulled Yugi up.

"Come on baby. Get up and go shower."

"Awww. Do I hafta?"

"Don't pout at me." Seto kissed him briefly. "I'll see you this afternoon."

Yugi smiled as he crawled off the bed and headed for the bathroom. "Don't be late."

Seto smiled fondly as he left the room, going downstairs to grab his briefcase from the closet by the door. Yami came up to him and slipped an arm around his waist.

"When will you be back?"

"Before you most likely." Seto grinned. "Besides, I have to think up a proper revenge for that little display of willfulness upstairs."

Yami grinned back as he leaned up to kiss Seto goodbye. "I eagerly await my punishment."

~*~*~*~*~

Joey: Wow Dragon! You out did yourself that time!

YD: *bows*

Ryou: Are `kura and I in this fic?

DD: Of course baby.

Bakura: Do I get to kill someone again?

DD: *rolls eyes* I'll see what I can do.

Tristan: Where's Otogi?

YD: He's not in this fic so we're keeping him locked in the closet.

Yugi: Please review! Chapter two will be up as soon as they can manage it!