Yami no Yuugi, who has all the attraction of a root canal for him, or perhaps major surgery without anasthesia, has a way of glancing his way significantly, whenever he beats him in a duel. Seto is pretty sure he knows why, too, not that he'd ever dream of admitting it, even to himself. "It's because he's just beaten you, isn't it," Pegasus says. "People are always so randy when they've won." He pauses, one hand halfway to his glass of wine, before adding "oh, pardon me." With a light laugh, "I forgot who I was talking to for a moment."

He takes the glass and saunters off into the crowd, looking back over his shoulder, just for a moment, to say "you wouldn't know what that felt like, would you, Kaiba-boi?"

So it's no wonder that when Yami no Yuugi himself shows up, a few minutes later, Seto is in no mood to talk to him. "Go find your Other Self," he grunts, pouring himself more vodka on top of the too much he's had already. "Your aibou, isn't that what you call him?" He turns away with the bottle in one hand, glass in the other.

"I came to talk to you," Yami no Yuugi tells him. "I, ah... We haven't duelled in a while, and..." Suddenly his face turns bright pink. "You mind sharing some of that vodka?" Seto thrusts the bottle at him. "Thank you." After a couple of swallows, he continues, "I may be the King of Games," not giving the bottle back, "but that's just a title. I may have beaten you in a few tournaments." By now, his face is brick red under his spiky hair. "...Duelling isn't really what matters most in life, Kaiba."

All of which means one thing only to Seto; apparently, when you beat someone, you keep on wanting them for a while afterward. He scowls. "Pegasus sent you over here, didn't he," and when Yami no Yuugi nods, embarassed, "then go away," he says.

Which is why both of them walk away from each other, still feeling horribly frustrated. And Yami no Yuugi doesn't really have a problem, because he's still got his aibou, and they've certainly had weirder starts to a night having sex together. Seto, on the other hand, ends up with Pegasus. It isn't bad, and it isn't good, but it's a helluva lot better than going home alone for the umpteenth time this month.

"I just want to know one thing," he says, leaning back against pink satin pillows, feeling a lot more satisfied, "what was all that you said about winning duels? So far as I know, you haven't won anything since Duelist' Kingdom."

Pegasus stretches luxuriously in the bed. And he tucks his arm around Seto's neck, and he laughs lightly again. "Oh, I don't know," he says, "I have my share of victories."