A/N: watching shark tank for 13 hours every day has finally paid off bc i saw this super cute product on it :^)

"Do you want fire, or ice?"

An inquiry- simple, yet peculiar in its own sense. An inquiry that intrigues him just enough to halt clacking fingers.

"What exactly is this, again?" Kaiba wonders, swiveling his chair to properly address the second half of the conversation.

At the edge of his desk- cautious to not place himself atop any paperwork -Yuugi fiddles with a box; small and black, splashed in florescent insignias.

"It's chapstick," he explains, overturning the package to observe instructions in microscopic print. The new angle allows Kaiba to catch the name brand, deepening his natural glower.

"Kisstixx?"

Yuugi laughs- breathy and soft. "Yeah. I saw it at the drug store, and it looked kind of fun." The tabs of the box are pulled loose by small hands, and two tubes produced; one capped in scarlet, one capped in cobalt.

Anew, he asks his partner's flavor preference. Received, a laggard reply of, "...Ice."

Yuugi's odd mixture of saccharine smile and sly smirk relay wordlessly his prior knowledge of the choice, and he hands the blue tube to him. For himself, he twists the red cap off, and touches the creamy balm to his lips. Instantly, a warm sensation spreads over them.

Kaiba follows suit, hesitantly smearing a light coat over his own, experiencing a bizarre tingle; sparks crystallizing across; bursts of minty icicle.

"Okay." Yuugi pops his lips once, then grins. "We're supposed to keep our lips together for five seconds."

Sapphire eyes swivel in their sockets, out coming a facetious remark, "I think we can manage that."

The moment their mouths aquatint, sparks of allure ignite. Pleasant burning battle with an extinguishing coolness, yet its chance to douse the flames does not present. Heat overpowers the kiss. Simultaneously, freezing tingles blast like a hurricane of chilling wind.

A long, low moan passes from Yuugi's throat. He blindly tugs himself closer until their chests press together and legs twine around. Explosions of chilled heat send pulses accelerating.

Against Yuugi's fiery mouth, Kaiba mumbles, "It's been longer than five seconds."

Contemplation sets itself into motion- minor, minuscule. Yuugi relents long enough to blink several owlish blinks, tasting the implosive flavor with a swiping tongue.

Kaiba's fingertips glide absently over his bottom lip, smooth and soft and only slightly smooch-bruised. However, he finds his hand brushed away, replaced by the same clashing sensation of ice crackling over fire.

In tandem, they deepen the passion, smashing lips and smearing balms. The box's instructions include nothing about the addition of tongues, yet, somehow, a pair find their way into the tantalizing mix.

The electric tingles gradually evaporate alongside the disappearance of cosmetic. Still, their lips twirl in a tango of nirvana, of euphoric ardor; zeal, fervor, chills and fire. Such an intensity, sans requirement of any balm. Such an intensity, result of merely their own natural selves radiating their own natural passion.

One arm slings over a broad shoulder, Yuugi slowly slides his other palm to rest at Kaiba's chest, unlacing the lip lock. His head remains tilted ever slight, breathing in remnants of spice and mint. A contented sigh accompanied a thin smile.

They align their gazes for a single moment, before Kaiba grapples upon his desk to retrieve a sleek stick of moisturizing flame.

"Switch," he suggests, swiping it much more generously than the prior application. Yuugi complies, coating his lips in crystals. Their eyes catch each other once more, and the collision of flavors- intense, flickering, flashing -resumes.

And it certainly, certainly, runs past the allotted splash of seconds.