I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
"Hey Seto can we go to the arcade and play video games?" The black haired boy bounced across the room and in to his older brother's arms.
"Mokuba I have bought you every game and game system under the sun and still you insist on going to that dirty place." The boy in his arms wiggled around making it difficult for him to hold on.
"Please pretty please. I'll love you for ever and ever and you'll be my most favorite brother in the whole wide world." There that would get him and if it didn't the little one through in his secret weapon just to be sure.
"Fine, fine I'll get my coat." As they left the older one mumbled about being his only older brother.
Yami returned to the dinner table after a few minutes with his glass of soda and a fresh cup of tea for Yugi's grandfather.
"Could you get me a glass of milk?" Yugi asked his returned yami.
The ex-pharaoh looked down at his rapidly cooling food and sighed. "Little one I asked you before I got up if you wanted something and you said no. I'm going to eat before my food is too cold and you can get your own milk."
"Ow come on it won't take that long, Please." It was a well known fact that the dark one had a hard time refusing his Hikari anything, especially when 'the look' was used.
"Yami silently grabbed the empty glass and trudged in to the kitchen.
Ryou walked out of his house to find his yami using a magnifying glass to burn ants on the sidewalk. When he told his yami to go play outside this was not quite what he had in mind. But concidering all the different kinds of trouble he could be getting in to this activity was pretty mild.
"I made some lunch and I was thinking we could take it to the park and have a picnic." Bakura didn't respond right away just adjusted the glass and sent a beam down on a worm that happened to squirm out of the grass.
"Nah," he finally said noticing Ryou waiting for an answer.
"Well then I guess I'll just have to eat your rare roast beef sandwich myself." Ryou knelt down in front of Bakura. "You know ants are all over picnics."
At first he had no intension of leaving. The food was tempting and he could do what he was doing here at the park. It still wasn't enough to motivate him until he looked up at Ryou. His hikari was using the one motivational technique he couldn't say no to. With a heave he stood up and walked in the direction of the park with Ryou swinging a basket by his side.
"Man do I hate that look," Bakura spoke up.
"I know what you mean," Yami agreed.
"There's just no fighting it," Kaiba said refilling the other two's glasses.
"Think about it, instead of fighting all those duel we could of just had the three of them puppy dog eyes all our enemies into submission." Bakura drained his glass and shook the ice around insisting on another.
Yami poured it for him. "Gentlemen I do believe there is a word for what we are." Blue, crimson, and hazel eyes met in perfect understanding.
"Whipped." A powerful CEO, a mighty ex-Pharaoh, and a notorious Tomb Robber stated in unison as they clanked their glasses together in shared defeat.