Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Trapped in the Dark ❯ Christmas Time ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! I don't own any of the characters! All I own is the plot to this story.

 

Warning: Anzu bashing, swearing, a very angry Ryou, YAOI! male/male/male!! Yugi and Yami give Seto a BLOWJOB!! Then vise-versa and versa-vise! HENTAI!!! Joey x ? x ? YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!! Tentacle monster comes back!

 

Jodine16: I promised a long chapter and I WILL give you all one. I don't like Anzu because she talks too much about friendship and it drives me crazy! So I'm sorry if I offend any Anzu lovers who happen to read this. And I am very sorry if and Joey fans get offended to, but have no worries, the hot puppy will get a happy ending. Thank you Crystal56 for reviewing…again. ^^

 

/…/ = Yugi's thoughts

//…// = Yami's thoughts

{…} = Joey's thoughts

 

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Chapter Five- Christmas Time

 

Yugi quickly sat down, looking at everyone anxiously. “Um, could someone say something? You're all making me nervous,” he said, picking at the sleeve of his sweater.

 

Anzu broke the silence with laughter. “Yugi, you shouldn't joke about that kind of stuff.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder (like she could, it's too short). “Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to the New Years party with me at the school?”

 

Yugi shook his head. “I wasn't joking Anzu and I'm sorry, but I'm going to a company party with Seto.”

 

Mr. Hopkins smiled. “Well, I'm happy for you, Yugi.”

 

Anzu glared at the diminutive teen. “You're sick Yugi. I can't believe you'd let Kaiba fuck you.”

 

“Anzu!” Grandpa Mouto said in surprise. “What's gotten into you?!”

 

“Hmph.” She stood. Nose in the air, she grabbed her purse, flicking her imaginarily long hair over her shoulder in a snotty manner. “I don't associate myself with fags.”

 

“Bull shit!” Joey said angrily, standing in front of Yugi, who was currently millimeters away from tears. “Ya been associatin' yerself wit me since da firs' grade.”

 

“Oh, my god!” She practically shrieked taking a step away from everyone. “You're all faggots!!”

 

The homophobic turned to leave, but was met with a rather loud `smack!' and found herself on the carpeted floor, clutching her cheek, and staring up at a rather pissed looking Ryou.

 

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up, Mazaki,” he hissed. For a spilt second, everyone thought it was Bakura, until said yami stepped out of the shadows, near the bookcase, and stood behind his light, a smug look on his face. “Whatever happened to the annoying bitch who's always ranting about friendship and `stay by your friends no matter what?!'” His delicate, small hands were clenched into tight fists. He looked tempted to hit her again if she said any more cruel things about his best friend's sexuality.

 

She opened her mouth to retort, but shut it quickly, seeing the dangerous gleam in the half-albino's eye -that was usually seen in Bakura's eyes on a regular basis- so she decided to save her skin and leave.

 

As soon as they all heard the front door slam, Ryou quickly sat down in a nearby armchair, his face beet red from either anger or embarrassment, Seto couldn't tell.

 

Yugi stood, running from the room, evading Joey, who tried to stop him. They could all hear the small duelist's sobs echoing off the main entrance walls.

 

//Yugi!//

 

/Please, Yami, I just want to be alone./ Yami felt his hikari block him out of his side of their mind connection.

 

Yami grabbed Seto's sleeve when the CEO stood to go after him. “Seto stop, he wants to be alone.”

 

Seto looked at him, a tiny sigh coming from his lips as he sat back down, lacing his fingers with Yami's. The group sat in silence for a while until Grandpa Mouto cleared his throat.

 

“So, how long have you three been together?” he asked, going into overprotective-Grandfather-mode.

 

“2 months,” Seto answered, glancing at Yami.

 

“How far have you three gone?”

 

The CEO's eyes widened, his cheeks going a pale pink. “I think we have a right to not answer that.”

 

The tension in the air broke as everyone burst into laughter.

 

/Yami?/ The ancient pharaoh could almost hear the tears in his aibou's voice. /What's everyone laughing at?/

 

Yami mentally chuckled. //Something Seto said.// He relayed everything that happened since Yugi left...which wasn't much.

 

He could sense Yugi's mood lighten up somewhat as the images were sent to him.

 

/That's Grandpa for you; always overprotective. Um, could you ask Ryou to come upstairs? I'm in Seto's room./

 

//Alright.// Yami decided he would let Yugi talk to him on his own and not pester the small teen, so his closed off his side of their link. He could feel Yugi's gratitude as he did so.

 

“Ryou, Yugi wants to talk to you,” he said, looking in the direction of the half-albino teen, who was currently in a silent make-out session (Silent? Ryou and Bakura? Ha!) with his darker half. “Ahem, Ryou,” He said louder. Mai and Rebecca giggled, as Ryou pulled away; face reddening when he saw they had an audience.

 

“Um, uh, what did you say, Yami?” He said, trying to ignore the snickers and giggles coming from the others…except Grandpa Mouto and Mr. Hopkins. Their too mature for that kind of childish/teenage behavior.

 

“Yug wants ta talk wit ya,” Joey said, managing to compose a straight face.

 

“Oh, uh, sure.” He looked in Yami and Seto's direction. “Um, what room is he in?”

 

“Mine,” Seto replied. “The door that's farthest from the stairs, second floor.”

 

Ryou nodded, gently pushing Bakura off him. He headed up the stairs, following the sounds of hiccupping and sniffling.

 

“Yugi?” He said softly, knocking on the open oak door.

 

Yugi looked up from the pillows of which he was weeping in, his eyes red and puffy from crying. He opened his arms out to the other hikari, a gesture that Ryou hadn't seen Yugi direct towards him since the two dated (ooh the plot thickens!). Ryou crawled onto the queen size bed, pulling the tri-colored haired boy into his arms.

 

“What's on your mind?” he asked after a while.

 

“I-I knew telling you guys about our relationship could possibly destroy our friendship, but…”

 

“But…?”

 

“But, I didn't think it would hurt so much when Anzu yelled at me,” he said, a few more tears spilling down his cheeks.

 

“Ssh, I understand what you're going through,” Ryou replied, gently brushing the other's tears away.

 

“No you don't,” Yugi mumbled into his shirt.

 

“Yes, I do. Back in England, during elementary, the kids in my school made fun of me because I worked up the courage to ask this incredibly attractive bloke out,” he explained, blushing a little. “They stared bullying and teasing me because of my sexuality. My father found out during the summer before I came here and asked me if I wanted to just switch schools or move to a different part of the England. I asked him if we could move to Japan, and, well, here we are.”

 

“So basically I should just move to a different island or continent?” Yugi asked miserably.

 

Ryou smiled. “No, you have friends that are still there for you. The only reason I left was because we didn't have any reason to stay, and father was going on a dig in Japan anyway. Besides, I've seen the looks you sometimes give Mazaki when she going on with her friendship speeches,” he added.

 

Yugi rubbed his face into Ryou's chest, cuddling closer to him. “I'm sorry.”

 

“Don't be,” the chocolate-eyed teen said. “I have friends now and there's no sense in dwelling on the past anyway.”

 

Yugi looked up at him, smiling. “Thank, Ryou.”

 

“You're welcome,” Ryou said, giving into temptation and kissing Yugi's nose, making him giggle.

 

“Yugi? Ryou?”

 

Both teens looked over to see Seto standing in the doorway.

 

“According to Mokuba, we're all going Christmas caroling, are you two coming or are you going to stay here?” he asked.

 

Ryou looked at Yugi. “Well?”

 

Yugi moved out of Ryou's lap. “Sure, it's Christmas Eve and I don't want to ruin it for everyone.” He bounced off the bed and walked up to Seto, pulling the brunet to his level, kissing him.

 

“Hey, keep it G rated you two,” said a deep British voice behind Seto.

 

Yugi blushed. “Shut up, Bakura.”

 

The former thief grinned. “Well I don't want my hikari's innocent, fragile, little mind to become corrupted.” Yugi and Seto laughed.

 

“Yes, well, um, we shouldn't keep everyone waiting,” Ryou said, his pale face going crimson.

 

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Yugi sighed contently. Two hours of Christmas caroling/snowball fighting, one hour of cocoa, and one massage turned mind-blowing orgasm later, Yugi, Yami, and Seto were curled up in front of Seto's fireplace, their bodies slick with massaging oil.

 

Yugi had invited Joey, Otogi, Tristan, Ryou and Bakura to stay for Christmas Day. Joey said he could stay, considering he was still healing up after his father beat him for burning his breakfast a few days ago. Otogi had to go home because his parents became extremely religious when Christmas came. Tristan and Ryou said they could stay; their parents being out of town for the rest of the month. And Bakura, well, Bakura basically went were ever Ryou went, obviously. Mai left saying something about picking someone up. As did Grandpa Mouto, Mr. Hopkins, and Rebecca who were going back to he game shop for the night and would be back in the morning.

 

“Maybe you should ask Joey to be your lover on New Years,” Yugi said suddenly, lazily drawing designs on Seto's chest.

 

“Excuse me?” Seto looked down at his diminutive lover, shock written across his pale features. “Yugi, what are you-?”

 

“Don't deny it,” Yugi cut in. “I heard you in your sleep, whimpering and moaning his name last night. Why else do you did wake you up, seeing me trying to silently get rid of my problem?”

 

Yami smirked. “Yes, I had no idea you had a fetish for ropes and chains.”

 

By now, Seto's face went from pale to crimson. The two look-a-likes could see his blush even in the dimly lit room.

 

“I…” Seto started to say.

 

Yugi pressed his lips against the brunet's, silencing him. “You helped Yami show me that love does exist and holding back my problems can only make it worse. Now it's my turn to help you get Joey.”

 

Seto smiled. “Well, you're welcome and tha- oh gods!”

 

While Yugi was talking, Yami decided he was thirsty for milk…his dragon's milk that is. Yugi shifted up, kissing the brunet, squeaking when said brunet started hungrily attacking his mouth. He moved away from the kiss swollen lips down to the small boy's neck, and began sucking on Yugi's sensitive spot, making him squirm and moan.

 

Meanwhile on Yami's end, the ancient pharaoh pulled away from Seto's hard flesh, running his tongue along his pulsating vein, making the CEO groan against Yugi's collar bone. Yami deep throated him, holding the brunet's hips down to prevent him from choking when said brunet tried to thrust up.

 

The smallest of the three moved his fingers down Seto's chest, and started playing with his nipples. He grinned to himself when he felt his lover shudder beneath him (okay, um, currently Yugi is straddling Seto's stomach just to let you all know.)

 

“Yugi…Yami…gods…” he moaned, running his hands up Yugi's back, gently thrusting his hips up to the wet heat surrounding him. He moved his hands down Yugi's rear. Yugi let out a yelp of surprise when Seto managed to lift him up move him forward so he was now straddling the sapphire-eyed teen's shoulders. The tri-colored haired teen's eyes widen, as cried out softly, unintentionally thrusting his hips into the wet, hot mouth below him. Seto made a growling noise in the back of his throat, earning himself a small mewl from his little koi. Yugi's eyes widen even more as his yami sent images of him jerking himself off at the site Yugi and Seto were creating in front of him.

 

/Yami…/

 

Yugi could practically hear the smirk in Yami voice. //Enjoying yourself, aibou?//

 

“Gods yes,” he hissed out, voicing the pleasure he was getting physically and mentally. His hands balled up into fists, feeling his release coming quickly. “Seto…so close…Yami…please…” He screamed out his release, it creating a chain reaction. Seto groaned, swallowing Yugi's essence, as he came also. Yami swallowed all that Seto was worth as he came in his hand.

 

Yugi fell back; his head hitting Seto's heaving stomach. He rolled off the brunet, his hair tickling Yami's face, as his other sat back on his ankles, a satisfied look on his face. He slithered up Seto's body, licking away a small trickle of Yugi's cum from the corner of Seto's mouth.

 

“Well I've had my fill of milk for the night,” he said, helping Yugi and Seto up.

 

Seto rolled his eyes, slipping under the covers after Yugi. “Goodnight to you too, Yami.”

 

Yami grinned, leaning over Seto, kissing him lightly on the nose. “I love you too.”

 

/Ashiteru./ Yugi squirmed in between the two, trying to find a warm and comfy spot.

 

Yami chuckled at Yugi squirms, knowing that if he didn't stop he ran the risk of getting ravished to death by Seto. //Ashiteru, koibito. And, I suggest you stop squirming before you arouse Seto.//

 

Yugi blushed, lightly hitting the ancient spirit, stopping his squirming. The three fell asleep, unaware of the future dangers that were being planned.

 

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Meanwhile in Joey's room…

 

The blond sighed contently, burying his face into the silky pillows, his hair still damp from having a shower twenty minutes before. {God, I could get use ta this. But den again, Kaiba's only lettin' me stay here `cause of Yug. Aw well, better dan home,} he thought, slipping out of the sheets, heading to the bathroom.

 

He was just washing his hands, after doing his business, when a feeling suddenly washed over him; a feeling of being watched. Joey looked around the huge bathroom, seeing no one. He shrugged, thinking nothing of it as he went back into the bedroom.

 

He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw two people he thought had left Japan.

 

“Hello my little slave,” said the smaller of the two blonds.

 

“M-Malik,” Joey whimpered, frozen to the spot, his eyes wide.

 

Malik stood, walking over to him, back handing him to the ground. “I see you've lost you obedience, slave.”

 

“I guess we're going to have to re-teach it all to him,” said Malik's yami, sliding off the bed, standing in front of the terrified amber-eyed teen. Shadows emitted from behind Marik surrounding the three.

 

Joey shivered, daring to glance up at the two psychotic Egyptians. He was rewarded with another smack, which sent him to the ground. “Please Malik, I don't-”

 

Smack! “What's my name slave?”

 

“Master,” Joey whispered, bowing his head.

 

“Good, now strip.” Joey looked up, wanting to argue, but decided his life was better. He shuddered as he pulled his shirt. He could hear their pet, Slime or Stigma or whatever its name was, coming towards him, just like last time. He knew what they did to Yugi and Anzu; except Anzu took it like the slut she is. Where as he…well he found out a few things he never wanted to know. Like for one, he enjoyed being humiliated and tied down in front of them. When they forced to touch him in front of them, prepare himself in front of him. Even when they caused him pain he enjoyed it. It was all like an addiction similar to his old addiction to weed…only this was arousing and it scared him.

 

“Now strip us,” Marik demanded. Joey crawled on all fours towards them, running his hands up Malik's legs to his waist. He moved his hands up the blond's sides, moving his shirt up also. He used his teeth to tug Malik's zipper down and then managed to undo the button with his teeth too (wonder if that's possible…).

 

Malik groaned softly, as the fabric of his pants brushed against his half hard length. Joey stood for a second to remove Malik's shirt before going back down on his knees, going over to Marik and doing the same.

 

The wild haired growled, pulling the teen into a bruising kiss. Joey whimpered as Marik's tongue forced its way into his mouth, the blond's hands moving up to his shoulders, removing the yami's cloak. He could feel Stigma's tentacles wrap around his wrists and ankles, pulling out so he was wide open and vulnerable to Marik and Malik.

 

Said Egyptian grinned identical evil grins as they paced in front of him, eyes roaming him, as they mentally talked to one another about what to plan for the golden-eyed teen.

 

“Play with yourself,” Malik said after a few minutes of silence.

 

Joey looked away nodding.

 

Marik growled. “What do you say, slave?!”

 

“Yes, master,” he softly. Stigma moved its tentacles so they were around his biceps. Joey moved his hands up his sides to his chest, were he let out a small whimper, tweaking his nipples. He gasped out in surprise when he felt sudden burning across his stomach. He looked down to see reddening whip marks.

 

“Neither of us said you could make noise, slave,” Marik hissed at him, whipping him again, breaking the flesh.

 

Joey opened his mouth to cry out except no sound came out.

 

Malik smirked. “Good boy. Now, continue what you were doing. Just remember; no noise.”

 

Joey nodded, taking in a silent breath of air. He continued to pinch and roll his nipples between his fingers, until one hand started moving down to his erection, He teasingly ran his fingertips along the rock-hard flesh, biting back a whimper. The tall blond cupped his arousal, squeezing it, letting out a noiseless moan. He started pumping himself, his other hand moving behind him. He slid his hand in between his buttocks, spreading his legs so the Egyptian look-a-likes could see what he was doing to his asshole.

 

He heard Malik moan and then mutter something in Arabic to Marik. He saw Marik smirk as the two walked over to him.

 

“You can make noise now, our little slave,” Malik whispered against Joey's lips, making him tremble. The tanned teen captured Joey's lips, making him whimper against tem when he felt Marik's rock hard length press against his ass. Marik curled his fingers around Joey's thin wrist, pulling it away so there was nothing in between him and his destination. Stigma moved its tentacles so they were back around the tall teen's wrists. It grunted, wanting to have some action also.

 

Marik petted one of its many tentacles. “Patience my beast. You time will come soon enough.”

 

Malik bit down on Joey's lip, drawing blood, making the blond moan and arch his back. “M-Master please…” he whimpered, rubbing up against Marik, making the insane yami groan, his hands sliding up Joey's slim hips.

 

“Please what?” Malik asked. Mock innocence could be heard in his voice.

 

Joey flushed. “Please…t-take me.”

 

“How?” Marik inquired, his voice holding the same tone of innocence that Malik's had (is that possible?).

 

“Rough.” That all the encouragement Marik needed. Joey screamed out when Malik's darkness slammed into him.

 

“Oh Ra, you're so tight,” Marik gasped, digging his nails into Joey's hips.

 

“So, our little slave has been good and didn't get into a relationship,” Malik said, biting Joey's collar bone, licking the blood that started to slowly flow from the wound.

 

Joey responded with another scream as Marik started moving, the blood from the blond's ripped entrance lubricating his hardened flesh. The tall teen's amber eyes became a dark gold as he felt Stigma's hard arousal press against his lips. He groaned when he felt Marik brush his prostate. Joey took the monster to his mouth, swirling his tongue around its head. He felt one of his wrists come free of Stigma's grip, as the beast started fucking his mouth. Taking this to his advantage, Joey wrapped he fingers around Malik's neglected length, squeezing it hard, making the smallest of the three (four if you count Stigma) moan out.

 

“Joey,” Malik hissed against his slave's neck, biting and sucking on the flesh, leaving a rather noticeable mark there. Joey whimpered at the huskiness in small tanned teen's voice. He rubbed up against Malik, trying to get some friction on his aching erection.

 

Malik suddenly pulled away, a cruel smirk on his face. “Do you have a problem my little slave?”

 

Joey nodded, letting out another whimper around Stigma's thick length. When its length hit the back of his throat, instead of a gag reflex, Joey just continued swallowing, making the monster groan, and fuck his mouth harder. Marik and Malik could both hear Joey's jaw pop just to make more room the flesh in his mouth.

 

“Ra…so close…” Marik groan clutching Joey's hips harder, pounding into him mercilessly. Joey started clenching and relaxing his anal muscles, practically milking the insane yami.

 

Said yami groaned loudly, releasing his hot seed into Joey, the salt in his essence burning the rips in the amber-eyed teen's rear, making him scream out, releasing his own seed. Stigma growled when it felt the scream vibrate around it. It came hard; some of it's cum spilling out of the corner of the blond's mouth.

 

When Stigma came, the three of them heard a loud crack, which had added to Joey's scream.

 

Malik squatted down, seeing Joey left ankle bent at an odd angle. “Stigma, you naughty, naughty beast. You broke his ankle.”

 

Stigma made a grunting noise, probably meaning `sorry'.

 

“Oh well,” Marik said, pulling away from Joey, walking in front of him. “Our little slave has been even worse; he came without our consent.”

 

Malik walked over to a large wooden crate that appeared out of the shadows. After opening it, rummaged through it until he pulled out two nine-tail whips. He handed one to his darkness, the two of them turning towards Joey, evil grins on their faces.

 

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Jondine16: Okay, I'm sorry but I just don't have the will write the rest of this scene. I'm a big Joey fan and well this is kind of starting to get out of hand. To put it simply, Malik and Stigma get a turn at taking Joey, and Joey sadly enjoys it.

 

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The next morning…

 

Joey awoke the next morning, feeling pain from his neck, jaw, backside, stomach, ankles, his left one in particular, wrists, and ass.

 

{Gods, I don't wanna get outta bed ta day,} he thought to himself. He suddenly realized where he was and how he probably looked. Moving the sheets quickly he found dark bruises surrounding his ankles and wrists, slash marks on his stomach…and dried blood on his thighs. He carefully moved off the bed, biting his bruised lip on the way to hold back any sound. He thanked every god he could think of when he only saw dry flakes of blood on the sheet, which could be easily brushed off…and a note.

 

Uncertainly picking it up he quickly read over what it said;

 

To our little slave boy,

 

I hope you enjoyed yourself because we're certainly did.

I decided to help you out a little by popping your ankle

back in place, although I think it's probably sprained

now. But, I'm certain you can make up a cover story

for it. Marik healed your tight ass so it wouldn't bleed

everywhere, however it's going to be sore, but I'm sure

you like that. So anyway, we'll see you sooner than you

think, little slave.

 

~Master Malik

 

PS. Destroy this note or else.

 

Joey shivered, not wanting to think at what could have happened if Yugi or Kaiba found him looking like this, without his clothes on…speaking of which. Joey looked around the room, a small wave of relief washing over him when he saw his clothes on the desk in the room…on the other side of the room.

 

Joey quickly tore up the note into little pieces, putting them all in the trash, a few missing it and landing on the floor. Not taking any notice to them, Joey slowly limped his way over to the desk and grabbed them. Thankfully, the bathroom door was next to the desk.

 

After having a hot, painful shower, Joey searched the medicine cabinet, finding cream and painkillers. He downed a couple of pills, and started putting cream on all his wounds wincing and biting his bruised lip, to hold back a scream, whenever he hit sore spots.

 

Once he carefully bandaging each one, Joey gingerly pulled his clothes (thanking everyone god he knew, because he had a turtle neck sweater, which hid the hickies on his neck), on and slowly made his way out of the bathroom, into the bedroom. He looked at the digital clock on the nightstand, groaning to himself when he saw the time 6:43am.

 

{Well, it could be worse.} He gradually made his way to the door that led to the hallway.

 

{Dis is gonna take a while,} Joey thought, using the wall as a support.

 

It took him 20 minutes to get from his room on the third all the way down to the dining room...on the first floor.

 

"Hello Mr. Wheeler," Madame Eloise said cheerfully, looking up at him. Her cheery face contorted into worry when she saw him limping and slowly sitting down. "Mr. Wheeler, are you all right?!”

 

Joey gave her his trademark lopsided grin. “Course, why wouldn't I be?”

 

Madame Eloise gave him a look. “Well for one you're lip is bruised and you're limping! Now if I remember correctly, you didn't have neither of these yesterday. Now explain yourself.”

 

Joey quickly thought up a good story. “I woke up in da middle of da night fer a drink an' went downstairs. When I was comin' back up, I slipped on a stair an' tumbled down. I didn't land good on da landin' an' sprained my ankle. I nit my lip so I wouldn't wake everyone up.”

 

“Well, have you bandaged it properly?” she asked.

 

“Yup.” Joey moved his pant leg, showing tensor bandages wrapped around a rather swollen looking ankle.

 

“I'll go get you a pair of crutchs,” Madame Eloise said, leaving the room before Joey could say anything.

 

{Great, I'm sure Kaiba'll have a few smart ass remarks `bout dat.} Joey sighed, picking up a pitcher of water that was on the table, and poured himself a glass.

 

“Here you go.” Madame Eloise reappeared with two crutches. “Now, if I find out you've been using them to hit others, you'll be in big trouble.”

 

Joey gulped. “Yes, `mam.”

 

She smiled, giving them to him. “Now, why don't you have breakfast while I set the rest for the table?”

 

The blond grinned. “Sounds good. I'm starvin'.” He quickly piled his plate with bacon, scrambled eggs, and pieces of French toast.

 

He was just finishing his bacon when a sleepy Ryou came stumbling in.

 

“G'mornin', Ryou,” Joey greeted through a mouth full of bacon and egg.

 

“Good morning,” He yawned. “You're up early.” He stared at the crutches that were leaning against the table beside the amber-eyed teen. “Why do you have those?”

 

Joey motioned to his left leg. “I sprained me ankle las' night fallin' down da stairs an' Kaiba's cook lemme borrow dem.”

 

“Oh.” Ryou poured himself a cup of tea, smiling to himself when he took sniff, enjoying the fragrance of jasmine that hit his nostrils.

 

“Ya sure did take a bite outta Mazaki, las' night,” Joey grinned.

 

Ryou shrugged. “Well, I wasn't about to let her hurt Yugi the way she did to me.”

 

Joey raised an eyebrow. “`Da way she did ta you?' Whaddya mean?”

 

“Well, during the first week, when I came here, we were talking about Yugi,” Ryou said. “She was talking about how cute he was and how much she'd love to date him. Well I said the same thing and she looked at me weirdly and said, `You're kidding right?' I told her I was gay and well she totally flipped out on me. I came home and there were death threats on my answering machine, telling me to stay away from Yugi. Since I didn't want those threats to become reality, I stayed away from Yugi. But we got stuck together in an assignment, which led later to us secretly dating.” Joey smiled when he saw the blush spread across his cheeks. “We broke up when we received the Millennium Items, but neither of us regrets it.”

 

“Wow,” Joey said, blinking. His right arm twitched, knocking over his crutches. “Oops. Well, if she ever picks on ya or leaves a death threat on yer answerin' machine, jus' tell me an' I'll put her in her place.”

 

Ryou smiled. “Thanks, Joey.”

 

“Why didn't you tell me, Ryou?” said a small voice from the doorway.

 

The two at the table looked over to see Yugi, running his finger through his hair, trying to get it to spike normally.

 

“I didn't want to worry you,” Ryou said softly, as the diminutive teen sat down.

 

“Well, have you done anything about it?” Yugi asked, sitting down in between his two friends.

 

Ryou shook his head. “Well, I am saving the tapes and letters she gives me so I can give them to the police.”

 

“Cool,” Joey said. That's when Yugi noticed the blond's bruised lip.

 

“Oh, my gosh, what happened?” He exclaimed, eyes widening.

 

Joey grinned, picking the fallen crutches, and laid them to rest against the table. “Took ya long enough. I sprained my ankle las' night an' bit my lip so I wouldn't wake ya guys up.”

 

“Oh.” Yugi reached a hand towards a plated of toasted bread. “Could you pass the toast and jam please?”

 

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Ryou and Joey were arguing over whose soccer team was the best (Yugi giggling at their silliness), when Yami came walking in.

 

/Good morning aibou,/ Yami said through their mind connection, kissing his the top of his light's head.

 

Yugi smiled. “Good morning. Merry Christmas.”

 

Yami raised an eye brow, sitting down beside Joey. “What happened to you, Joey?”

 

Joey explained through a mouth full of toast.

 

“I see, you should be more careful next time,” Yami said taking a sip from his cup of tea.

 

Joey shrugged. “I've had worse. Besides, it's jus' a sprain.”

 

“Hikari, I have no idea what's so bloody special about Christmas,” said an annoyed voice him behind the white-haired teen.

 

Ryou jumped, looking over his shoulder. He relaxed when he saw his yami. “Because, today's the day Jesus was born.”

 

“Hmph big deal,” Bakura muttered, turning the chair, beside Ryou, around, sitting down. “So some kid was born, who cares.”

 

“It's a Christian religion, Tomb Robber,” Yami said, rolling his eyes. “Just think of it as if Jesus were Ra's son, except the Christians call him God.”

 

“Yeah, okay, whatever.” Bakura loaded his plate with bacon, as Mokuba came bouncing into the room.

 

“Merry Christmas, everyone!” He said cheerfully, giving everyone a hug. Ryou mentally smacked Bakura when the spirit growled as Mokuba gave him a hug too. “What happened to you, Joey?”

 

Joey sighed, explaining what he supposedly did last night.

 

Yugi giggled. “You're going to have to say that again and again.”

 

“Maybe I should jus' write it down so I don't hafta repeat myself,” Joey grumbled.

 

When Tristan came down, Joey told him what happened before the brunet could ask.

 

“Um, that answer's my first question,” Tristan said, sitting down.

 

“What's your second question?” Ryou asked.

 

“I though Kaiba woke up early,” He said.

 

Mokuba shrugged. “He always sleeps in on Christmas morning.” Suddenly an evil grin came to his face.

 

“I get da feelin' I shouldn't trust dat look,” Joey said.

 

“You guys wanna help me wake my brother up?”

 

Yugi looked at Ryou, shrugging. “Sure, I guess.”

 

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Seto awoke to hushed giggles, snickers, and whispering.

 

“Seto, love, time to wake up.” Was the only warning he got before he was splashed with ice cold water.

 

Seto's shout of surprise was drowned out by the laughter of his two lovers, his brother, and the mutt.

 

“Merry Christmas, Seto,” Yugi said excitedly, ignoring the glare the wet brunet was giving him.

 

“What's so merry about it? The fact you all seem to be getting a kick out of waking me up with a bucket of water?” The CEO was now struggling to keep from laughing at the attempted, but obviously failing straight look on Joey's face. “What happened to you, mutt?”

 

“Sprained it.” Was all Seto heard from him before he said. “Well, other den dat…”

 

“My mom's here!” Yugi said gleefully, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

 

“She is?” This was news to Seto. “Well, uh, why don't you all go downstairs so I can have a shower?”

 

Joey snickered. “Well ya do seem a bit oily. Ya might need help getting' it all off.”

 

Seto smirked, reaching over to where his house coat was. “Why, are you offering to help me?”

 

It was Joey's turn to be laughed at. “What?! Hell no! Sorry Kaiba, but I prefer blonde girls over brunet guys.”

 

“Maybe you should ask Rebecca out,” Mokuba suggested, grinning.

 

Joey took a step away from him. “No way, man! She's a pain in da ass and too young fer me, thank God. `sides, she's more yer age dan mine.”

 

Mokuba shook his head, still grinning. “I'd rather date your sister Serenity than Rebecca. She's my friend anyway.”

 

Before Joey could retort, they all heard from the doorway, “Did someone say my name?” The five males in the room looked over to see Serentiy Wheeler standing there, dressed in a Christmas themed kimono and her hair twisted into a bun, held together with chop sticks (sorry, but I don't know what they're called).

 

“Merry Christmas, mutt,” Seto said, tightening the sash around his waist, preventing the people in the room from seeing his, ahem, birthday suit (to hell like I'd mind XD)

 

Joey hobbled over to her, dropping the crutches, pulling his little sister into a bear hug. “Man, have I ever missed ya, sis.”

 

Serenity pulled away, smiling up at him. “Well, Yugi and Seto called mom's place, asking if I could spending Christmas and New Years with you. She said no to staying for New Years.”

 

“Yug an' Kaiba…?” Joey looked at Seto's retreating back, as the sapphire-eyed teen went into the bathroom, closing the door.

 

“And Mai brought me to her place last night,” she said. “You should see her collection of…”

 

“I don't think they need to know, sweetie,” Mai said from behind the small girl.

 

“Come on, we should leave Seto to his shower,” Yugi giggled, having a pretty good idea of what Mai's `collection' was.

 

Joey grinned. “Is dat a wise thing ta do?”

 

c

 

It was just after breakfast and everyone (which included Seto, Mokuba, Yami, Yugi, Ryou, Bakura, Tristan, Joey, Mrs. Mouto, Grandpa Mouto, Mr. Hopkins, Rebecca, Serenity, and Mai) was talking amongst themselves.

 

Mokuba jumped up from his spot near the Christmas tree. “Ahem, could I have everyone's attention please?!” He said loudly, putting a Santa hat on. “Thank you. I'm going to start handing out presents, just so you all know.” With that said, he turned his attention to the mountains of presents waiting to be opened. He picked up one that was long and sort of thick. “To Rebecca from Joey.” Mokuba grinned, handing the gift over to a curious Rebecca.

 

“Knowing the mutt, it's probably a box of his favorite dog treats,” Rebecca said, tearing off the wrapping paper.

 

“Wanna say dat again?” Joey asked, grinning.

 

“I…oh my gosh! A Malibu Barbie doll! Oh thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Mr. Hopkins chuckled to himself, as his granddaughter ran across the room, and gave the blond a tight hug.

 

Joey winced, when he felt burning pain from his chest and stomach. He didn't notice a pair of chocolate eyes watch him intently during this.

 

“Okay, squirt, get off me. Yer gonna crack me ribs,” Joey gasped out, gently pushing her away. By then, Mokuba had passed out a few more gifts. One for him (which he wouldn't be able to open until he passed out all the gifts); from Yugi, Seto; from Joey, and one for Joey from Seto.

 

“This should be interesting,” Tristan commented, as Mokuba handed out more gifts.

 

It was as if destiny had plans for the two boys.

 

“Holy jeez,” Joey murmured, opening the small box, to reveal a Red Eyes Black Dragon pendant. There was a ruby chip for the eye and ruby pieces for flames, which were coming out of its mouth. He turned it over to see letters saying `LO\' and it looked like it connected with something.

 

Seto blink in surprise when he saw he was given the same thing only it was the Blue Eyes White Dragon, with sapphire pieces instead of ruby. He turned his over to see writing that said `/ERS'. He grinned at Joey, who was still looking at his gift. “So, how'd you manage to get me this?”

 

Joey shrugged. “I promised the sales lady a date with Tris if she gave me a discount on the price.”

 

Tristan raised an eye brow. “Do you mean Juliet?” Juliet was Tristan's current girlfriend.

 

Joey nodded, grinning. “Yup, Merry Christmas pal.”

 

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Meanwhile…

 

“Looks like you to going to have to pay more visits to your slave,” said a handsome but dark voice

 

“Seems so, sire,” Malik said, peering into a well filled with water, which was reflecting everything that was going on in Kaiba's den.

 

“So when do we get to have fun with the Pharaoh?” Asked an Australian-accented voice.

 

“Soon.”

 

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Jodine16: I can't believe I wrote that. I was going to post this but I was busy on Friday so I never got the chance. Review please!! I really want to know what you guys think about this!