---The Cherry on Top---

After breakfast Yugi sat back with his hands in his lap as he looked at Jou. He had to admit there was a time when he had a crush on his best friend, a crush that nearly consumed his heart and mind. But somehow the crush faded and then Seto entered Jou's life and there was nothing to do but move on. On occasion, that day for instance, Yugi's feelings would raise the surface again.

At that moment Yugi let his heart take over as he studied his friend's cornflower yellow hair, soft flowing locks were messy and yet neat and swept over his face slightly covering his honey brown eyes. Sweet, caring eyes. Yugi's gazed traveled to Jou's pillowy pink lips; Yugi subconsciously licked his own at a sudden urge to taste them.

"This is old, but it has to be said." Jou snapped his fingers in Yugi's face trying to draw him from his dazed look, "Take a picture it will last longer." Yugi shook his head. "What are you staring at me for? Is there something on my face?" Jou drowned himself in his hands and rubbed frantically.

Yugi grabbed both of his wrists stopping him, "Nothing is on your face, your face is perfect." He said as a small blush tickled at his cheeks.

"Thanks, I have to see Seto today. You know how he is." He smiled softly. "He's so picky about how I look; I mean I can't tell you how many times he's punished me." Jou's eyes started to gloss over. Yugi knew where this was going. "Yeah, one time I wore a green shirt to work, he thinks I look bad in green, and he took it off me and punished me over and over again." Yugi cringed. "Man, I gotta get me a new green shirt."

"Okay, Jou, come back now." Yugi stood up leaving his half of the bill and tip. "I guess I better get going, I can't put this off forever."

"Sure…" Jou said, vaguely paying attention to his friend. "See you…" Yugi rolled his eyes, smiled and walked out of the Ihop. 'I suppose I better call a tow truck for my truck…eh, what's the hurry? It's junk, it will still be there later.' He stretched and glanced out at the looming KC tower and groaned.

Yugi slowly walked toward the building with his head down counting the cracks in the sidewalk as he did. He was in no hurry to be called a, to put it simply, bad writer by his idol. 'Crap.' What could the company possibly want from him? How could his book not be good enough all-of-a-sudden?

Bump.

Yugi was yanked from his thoughts by a huge wall of a guy in front of him, "Sorry."

"You should watch where you are going, somebody could step on you." The man picked him up, he looked very much like the giant in "The Princess Bride" and Yugi panicked. His high school days weren't too far behind him and his size often saw to it that he was shoved in lockers, teased and even beat up.

"I'm too old for this… and too young to die." He whispered.

The man let out a rumble of a laugh and set Yugi down, "I won't hurt you, little one. But you were too quick to judge me about my size, what does that say of you?" Yugi's face dropped. As if the big guy was the victim of their meeting. "There is something special about you."

"Y-Yeah…" What was he talking about? Another crazed homeless man perhaps?

"You will see. You have the Gift of Words. I see it in you. Be careful with this power. It brings destruction along with life."

"Right." Alcoholic? That had to be it. "Could you set me down now, please?" The man nodded. With his feet planted comfortably on the ground, Yugi gave the man a nod of thanks and hurried off to work. A place he seemed to love once more.

Yugi pulled on the golden handle of one of the double doors leading inside and stepped in. The smell of paper and fear wafted through the air. Yep. Yugi would never forget that smell. He once delivered mail to the employee's on this floor. The fear of getting fired was thick; anyone could be replaced on the first floor. When his shot came in, Yugi moved up and never looked back.

He stepped into the elevator and took a breath letting the doors close; he heard only bits of the elevator music because his heart began to beat louder with each ding of the elevator's ascent. Finally the doors slid open and Yugi took one more breath before walking down the hall toward Jenkins.

"Mr. M-"

"Please, not right now, is he ready for me?" Yugi half snarled

"He's been waiting for you for a while. Of course he's ready."

"Alright." Yugi walked up to the door to the editor's office and placed his hand on the knob.

"Well, get in here already." Yami's deep sensual voice blanketed his ears. Yugi walked in and was taken a back at the sight: tight black suit, black shirt, purple tie, hard tan skin, Violet, dangerous eyes, and to top it all off, beautiful wild hair. "Yugi Motou, we meet at last."

"Y-Yes… and I had a few choice words for you." Yugi started but his mind completely blanked.

"Ah, well there is no need to voice them. We are starting you on a new path. You aren't good enough for the world we live in. Women and men want fire and heat. Your books are like something off of the Lifetime channel."

"Now, just a moment. I put a lot of thought and heart into my books. You can't tell me my stories are nothing but late afternoon chick flick stories."

"Well in any case," Yami ignored him "You need to write something hotter."

"Like…E-Ero…"

"Erotica." Yami smiled "Perfect. Now, I noticed that you never write about sex in detail. Is there something your ashamed of?"

"N-No… I just… I think that the act of love making is something special… and I like to let my readers think about how they would have sex."

"Let me stop you right there, enough of this "Making Love" nonsense. Call it what it is. Having Sex, Screwing, Fucking." Yugi flinched at the last one. "Words like that hold power and passion. Sometimes the "act of making love"" Yami mocked, "is something more. Something of desire, of need."

"I just don't."

"I want you to go into detail. And use powerful words."

"But… I just think that when someone F-Fucks some one, it doesn't mean anything, its not love."

"It can be love sometimes. You lifetime channel writers all think the same way. It is another way of saying "sex" it doesn't mean the love is gone or that lust is ruling over. It all depends on who it's with." Yugi's cheeks were redder than ever.

"A-alright then." Yugi nodded. He still wasn't convinced he just wanted to end the conversation.

"Now, I was thinking you might like to expand your world of romance. Maybe add in a little fantasy, magic. People love those things as well. There was one note I liked in particular." Yami said as he reached into his desk pulling out a well used notepad. Yugi instantly recognized it as his and felt his intestines coil with the need to strangle his heart.

"How did you get that? You went through my things! How dare you." Yugi glared but Yami just flipped through the pages and stopped on the one he was talking about. "Don't ignore me, that is an invasion of privacy."

"This one about a pharaoh and a common stable boy, this has the makings of a great erotic novel. There is nothing hotter than a forbidden love. Why didn't you start this one?"

"I was saving it." Yugi sighed, giving up his futile attempts to scold the new editor.

"For what?"

"Nothing. I was just going to use it when I was better."

"We'll you will use is this time. And add a few antagonists, maybe one or two, some magic. The secrets of Egypt have always intrigued people, and don't forget the steamy romance. I want to see the first five chapters by tomorrow, and they had better be up to my standards. Then I want to see a rough draft of the sex scene you will use."

"By tomorrow?"

"You don't have but a week to finish."

"I thought it was two!" Yugi ran his fingers through his hair. "That alone was impossible, but a week!? I can't."

"You Will or it will be both of our jobs." Yami said sternly. He wasn't about to lose because of some kid. Yami paused a moment, "What are you still doing here? Get started!" Yugi jumped letting out a small squeak and shuffled out the door. Yami took time to notice Yugi's cute ass and arched an eyebrow in interest. He would have fun with this one. Sadly, work came first. Yami turned to his computer and began working.

Meanwhile, Yugi sat at his desk staring at the blank Word document and sighed, "How should I start… oh god and a love scene? A… hot love scene." There was an old saying, "Writers write what they know" and Yugi didn't know a thing about sex… He knew the gist of what it was about but not… not the passion or the feeling that came with being touched or felt from the inside. There was a reason Yugi didn't go into detail… he was a virgin.