Me: Okay, yeah guys. It's Prideshipping. Not my favourite pairing, to be honest (I much prefer Puzzleshipping and Puppyshipping :3), but when this idea struck me I just couldn't help it. Basically what happens is Mokuba forces Seto to take a day off, so he goes to a bar. Yami's there. You can fill in the blanks.

Seto: ... Why.

Me: Because your face.

Seto: ...

Yami: :D

Me: Okay, Yami, stop being such an uke. Save it for the fanfic.

Yami: :D

Me: ... you're disturbing me. You know how hard that is?

Yami: :DDD

Me: *sigh* Whatever... Seto, just do the thing.

Seto: t-o-c does not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Thank god.

Me: Hey! Ingrate... Anyway, here ya go!


Seto awoke slowly, greeted by a pounding migraine and a dull soreness all over his body. He sat up lethargically, holding his head as he tried to remember the events of the last twelve hours. First, Mokuba pleaded that he take a break from work and, not being able to refuse his little brother's puppy dog eyes, he succumbed to the desire for a break and found himself at a local bar for a drink. He didn't drink often, so he thought it would be a nice change, a reward for all the work he'd done lately. But then, his memory failed him, so there was nothing but blurriness and a flurry of colors… that is, until now.

He opened his eyes, but the light that pierced them was blinding, painful. He grunted, shielding his eyes. While he waited for his eyes to adjust, he focused harder on his last memories. There had to be some kind of hint, something he was missing that would make some sort of sense of what was happening. He wasn't at home; he could tell that much. The sheets of the bed he felt underneath him were thinner, cheaper. The air smelled of low-quality cleaning supplies. It was quiet, albeit breathing. Wait... that wasn't his. The breathing he heard was slower, calmer...

He shook his head. No, he had to remember. He had to.

He'd went to a relatively popular bar downtown, ordered a drink he'd never had before. There was... someone there. Someone he knew. They bought him a different drink, and that was it. There wasn't anything after that...

He paused, finally moving his hand away from his eyes. The light still stung, but it was bearable. He had to know where he was. He glanced around the room, groggy and wary of this feeling of dread that had settled in the pit of his stomach. The walls were a plain beige, the floor an ugly pattern of maroon and white paisley, the curtains were flimsy and did little to block out the warm, morning light. A hotel room, a cheap one. Why the hell did he come here?

A soft groan echoed through the room. Okay, he could ignore the breathing, but that was definitely not him. He looked over, and immediately regretted it.

"Shit..." he muttered, closing his eyes tightly. "Shit, no..."

A pale figure rose slowly from underneath the sheets, covering his eyes and moaning. "Where the hell...?"

"It had to be him!" Seto shouted angrily, throwing off the covers and rising from the bed. "Of all the people, it had to be him!"

His sudden outburst surprised the other person. "Kaiba?" Yami exclaimed. "What the hell is going on here? The last thing I remember was—"

"Going to a bar?" Seto finished. "Yeah, I know."

"You—" Yami began, before swiftly cutting himself off. He buried his head in his hands, shaking it vigorously. "No... Oh, god no." He cursed loudly.

"Okay," Seto said, pacing the length of the small hotel room. "Let's assess the situation."

Yami huffed. "And then what? Maybe Mokuba was right; you work yourself too much..."

"Will you shut up?!" Seto screamed, almost frantic. "I need to look at the situation analytically. Otherwise I'm gonna start to panic..."

"Why?" Yami said with a hint of laughter in his voice. "Kaiba, we slept together. Sure, not exactly what you would expect... okay, the exact opposite of what you'd expect. But, what's so bad about it? Did you hate it that much?"

"No, and that's the worst part!" His memories came flooding back at the mention of what had... happened. Yami had been sitting at the bar when Kaiba entered, and invited him to sit with him. They hated each other in the past, but they'd gotten over their disputes (for the most part) and had become simply good acquaintances. Nothing more than that, until now. Yami had been trying to be polite, since he frequented the bar and knew the owner well. He suggested a drink, and Seto liked it, so he had a couple more. As did Yami. Neither of them had very high alcohol tolerance, so with just a few drinks they were drunk off their asses. The two started to get... frisky, and the bartender suggested a small, cheap hotel nearby where they could... well, you know.

Seto shook his head, not willing to remember anything else at the moment. What he had now was already too much to take in. "That was the worst part," he repeated. "I don't think I hated it."

"See? What's the shame in having a little fun every once and a while?"

"Yami, I'm the owner of a multi-billion dollar gaming corporation. If the press were to get a hold of this, I'd be—"

This time, Yami actually laughed. "Re-lax, Kaiba." He leaned back in the bed, no longer bothering with modesty. He placed his hands behind his head and smiled, saying, "You've been working yourself to death. You deserve some downtime."

Seto swore angrily, his scowl deepening. "Downtime?" he repeated quietly. "Downtime?! Yami, I don't have time for flings! I've got important work I need to get done! God, I shouldn't have taken a break yesterday anyway! I know Mokuba was worried, and I didn't want to worry him further... I thought one night off would put him at ease for a while... but now look! It did far more harm than good! God, I—"

Yami got up and stood in front of Seto, with his arms crossed and his jaw set. The fact that he was blushing did not make it easy to take him seriously. And, you know, the nudity was kind of distracting...

"Seto, listen," he began, Kaiba frowning at the use of his first name. "You were way overworked. Maybe this was what you needed to... loosen up. I mean, if you needed to get all that stress out, and it really seemed like it by the way you—"

"How the hell are you o-kay with this?" Kaiba exclaimed, interrupting. He wasn't sure he wanted Yami to finish that sentence...

Yami frowned. "I don't care. I mean, yeah, I'm kind of shocked that I got drunk and woke up in this random hotel, naked and sharing a bed with the guy that used to be my sworn enemy. But it—" He cut himself off, seeming deep in thought.

Seto frowned. "What?"

"I just had an idea."

"Oh, god. What?"

"Let's do this again. Like, once a week or something, I dunno."

Seto fumed, too angry for words. He started to say something, but failed to come up with words that truly expressed his white, blinding fury. For a moment, he simply stood there, opening and closing his mouth like a confused goldfish.

"I know it sounds strange, but, I mean, why not?"

"Why. Not." Seto repeated quietly, finding his tongue. "I'll tell you why not! Because—"

He stopped. He couldn't think of a single reason, even though he knew he should be rambling off all these things. They didn't quite hate each other, at least not anymore.

"See?" Yami smiled. "Why not? You're just in shock, right now. But, it's nice, if you think about it."

All Seto could do was stare.

"Just think it over," Yami continued, sitting down on the bed with a soft plop. "I mean, you work so hard all day, all week, and then there's this. Stress-relief, no-strings-attached..." he smiled mischievously, crossing his legs at the knee, "... hot as hell."

The idea... as crazy as it sounded, Seto couldn't push it out of his head, no matter how he tried. It was absurd, but it sounded... good. He liked it. The impact of the situation knocked his legs out, and he sat down on the bed next to Yami, who uncrossed his legs and turned toward Seto, their knees touching.

"Come on, Seto," he said smoothly, placing a hand on Kaiba's leg. His hand was soft, warm to the touch, and the skin-to-skin contact made him shiver. "It's perfect."

"I... I don't know..."

"Oh, I see." Yami smiled. "I have to pitch the idea to you. That's how it works, right? I give you a pitch, and then you decide whether the product is worth mass production or not? Alright..."

With that, Yami leaned in and planted a big kiss right on Seto's lips, immediately parting his lips and hypnotizing him. This guy didn't waste time. Kaiba smiled, succumbing to the kiss, closing his eyes and leaning in, kissing him back with a passion he didn't know he had. His arms snaked around Yami's waist, plastering their bodies together and taking him in. They fell back onto the bed, all while Seto smiling as he thought about how easily Yami had him sold.

Sure, the idea of having a secret lover was unsettling to Kaiba at first. He was a rich corporation owner – he always thought he'd work and that would be all. He'd work and build a huge empire, and die knowing he'd done something with his stepfather's trash of a company. Though, now, every day he went to his office and did his work like he always did, he found himself remembering, thinking, looking forward to their weekly rendezvous. Whenever he wasn't, he was checking his phone for the texts Yami would send him. They always made him smile.

Nobody knew, of course. No one but that bartender, but she was more than happy to keep their secret. She liked to think that she helped the two of them out, considering it all started at her bar. The press had gotten whiff of his affair more than once, but buying out a reporter or two led to the swift end of that. They met somewhere different every time; sometimes at hotels, sometimes at Yami's house, and even sometimes the bartender would let them use one of her backrooms (yeah, she had bedrooms in the back of her bar. She was just that kind of person. Seto didn't know whether to be impressed or disturbed).

Mokuba constantly questioned Seto about where he was that night, but Seto kept dodging them until he came up with a decent excuse. He still hadn't.

He always just told him, "I did what you said, and took a break."

And now he took a break every weekend.


Me: Hehe. I regret nothing.

Seto: -.- *doesn't know how to respond*

Me: Oh shut up. You know you loved it.

Seto: ...

Yami: Wait, is this a oneshot?

Me: Nope.

Yami: Oh, so you're planning on continuing?

Me: Nope.

Yami: O.o

Me: I'm letting the readers decide. If y'all want me to, I'll write more. If you don't, I won't. IT'S THAT SIMPLE. *evil laugh*

Seto: ... Just review already.