Yugi glared. Yami was looking at him again. It wasn't fair. Yami belonged to Yugi, not to that thief!
Yami was his! The beautiful dark had been given to Yugi, and it was Yugi's place to be in the pharaoh's heart as well. It wasn't right that he didn't have it.
The pharaoh was in his bed every night, right where Yugi wanted him. Yami was a sweet boyfriend, a gentle lover, the perfect companion. If it weren't for the way that Yugi's pharaoh's eyes tracked him whenever he was in sight, everything would be perfect.
Why did he have to torment Yugi like this? Hadn't he done enough already? It seemed as though every time he recovered from one thing, the thief had another to throw at him. But not this time. The pharaoh was Yugi's, and Yugi was never going to let Yami go.
Closing his eyes determinedly, Yugi snuggled up to Yami and felt the dark pharaoh's arms go around his waist. Anyone else would have expected that in a tableau like this Yami's eyes would be fixed on Yugi adoringly, but Yugi knew that if he looked up he would see Yami staring at the thief.
And he hated it.