A/N: When it comes to Yu-Gi-Oh!, I tend to play around with both the English and Japanese names. I like to kinda mix-and-match, as you can see in this fic. Most everyone in this has their English names, with the exception of Ryou, and I have given Yami the last name of Atemu, because, lol, I just like the way that sounds better than Atem. So, there you go!

WARNINGS: YxYY, Mpreg, Mature Themes NOTE: This chapter contains non-graphic sex; I don't go into much detail but it is there.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! or any of the characters involved.

A/N Again: Lol, enjoy the happy cuteness of this chapter, because the next one's going to be kinda, well, angsty.

Yami's breath hitched. He was stunned. His beautiful light, his angel, stood at the top of the stairs, clad in a smooth, silky lavender dress shirt, dark denim jeans, fancy black dress shoes, and his usual belted collar. He marveled at the other's beauty as a faint blush spread across Yugi's cheeks.

"Yugi…" he slowly whispered as he outstretched his hand, waiting for Yugi to meet him at the foot of the stairs. When the boy got there, he placed his hand in Yami's and smiled as the other boy kissed it delicately. "You look wonderful, my love."

"Yami, you look amazing…" he started as he acknowledged Yami's outfit. Everything matched Yugi, other than the long-sleeved button-up shirt, which was as fierce a crimson as Yami's eyes.

"For you," he said as he pulled yet another red rose out of what seemed nowhere, and handed it to Yugi. Yugi's blush intensified and he gave Yami a loving kiss in appreciation; Yami had been leaving him roses all day, it started at breakfast, and continued throughout the day, even while Yugi was at school. Yami left one on his desk before the start of every period, and had gotten Tristan and Joey to help him map out Yugi's schedule so that he stayed out of sight. Yugi did catch him once though, leaving a rose in his locker. He immediately dropped his books and ran to him, kissing him so passionately, his legs firmly wrapping around Yami's waist and his arms snaking around his neck, that a passing teacher spat out his coffee and yelled at them to break it up and get to class. Normally, Yugi would have been mortified, but at that moment he honestly could have cared less. This was Yami, the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and he wasn't afraid to show his love.

Yami and Yugi both grabbed black coats before heading out the door, not so much because of the weather; it was the middle of May, but more so as to hide the gifts they had bought each other; the gifts that were hiding in the pockets.

Yami made sure to lock up the Game Shop before turning to Yugi, who had his head up to the sky.

"It looks like it might rain…Wait, Yami, is that-!?"

Yugi stood shocked as a limo pulled up right in front of the shop, and then he turned his glance to Yami, before shifting it back to the long black vehicle. Yami, limo. Yami, limo. Yami, limo.

Yami chuckled at Yugi's reaction then held out his arm to the small boy, who happily took it as they proceeded over to the driver who had stepped out of the car.

"Mr. Atemu?"

Yami nodded, and helped Yugi settle in the backseat, before making himself comfortable. Yugi was going crazy, playing with a button that made a screen separate them from the driver, and laughing as he moved it up and down.

"How did you-" he began to inquire.

"Mokuba. You didn't really think Kaiba would have agreed to this, do you?"

Yugi chuckled before letting go of the button, much to the relief of the driver. He laughed again, gently sliding his hand into Yami's, intertwining their fingers.

"He hit Joey in the face with a dodge ball yesterday…"

Yugi told the story, Yami laughing the entire time. They sat comfortably, their hands never leaving each other, and before they knew it, they had pulled up to the restaurant, a fancy place called Nirvana.

They waited for the driver to open the door before stepping out and pulling on their black jackets, Yami racing up to open the restaurant door for Yugi. Yugi thanked him and the two entered the place, which being a Friday night, was full. Yami had already made reservations, so he and Yugi made their way over to the hostess, and stated their names. They were led to their table, which was further in the back so that they could have some privacy. They took off their coats, placing them on the backs of their seats and sat opposite of each other.

Things started off well enough; if you could call Yugi gawking at the prices of the entrees a good thing. Yami had to thoroughly convince him it was alright and that the price didn't matter until Yugi actually picked something. It was worth it though; for the dinner had been excellent, and both Yugi and Yami shared a fancy desert until they couldn't take another bite.

They both sat back, gazing into each other's eyes, warm smiles gracing their faces. Yugi gave a content sigh, and turned away from Yami for a moment, reaching into his jacket pocket before turning around and hiding his gift in his lap.

"I have something for you," he said. "I hope you like it."

Yugi bit his lip and smiled as he placed whatever it was on the table and sent it over to Yami.

Yami's eyes lit up. "It's a train ticket."

Yugi smiled, before chuckling and quickly mentioning, "I'm not sending you away! There's a tournament in Dylar on my birthday next month, and…I went ahead and registered you for it."

"Aibou…really?" he said, unable to contain the large grin that had spread on his face. As he processed Yugi's words however, his smile faltered a bit.

"Yugi…I'm grateful, so grateful…I've been wanting to enter another tournament so badly, but you said it takes place on your birthday and I'd want to be here with you…"

"I know," Yugi said before pulling the other something out of his lap and setting it on the table.

"Which is why I'm going too."

Yami looked up stunned for the second time that night.

"Really?"

"Really really," he said happily. "I've already paid for the hotel and everything; we're all set to go. And don't worry, Joey's throwing me a birthday party when we get back. I just, I wanted to take this trip with you. We need one."

"Yes, and we can duel again…"

"Uh, actually, I don't want to duel this time. For once, I just want to go and relax, and watch me some Duel Monsters. I want to be there cheering you on."

"They're going to try and persuade you otherwise, you know that, right? The King of Games at their tournament, and he's not going to duel…you know everyone wants that title shot…"

"I know, but like I said, I just want to relax, and besides, you've been doing really well yourself in the last couple of tournaments you've entered; you're making your own name for yourself, and I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you so much Yugi…I appreciate this so much…this is such an incredible gift! I really can't wait," he said as he gave Yugi a warm smile.

Yugi returned Yami's smile, before he saw the taller boy reach into his own jacket for a certain something.

"I've got something for you as well, my light."

Yugi blushed as Yami pulled out a long, thin, silver box, and gently pushed it towards him.

"Yami-"

"Open it," he said, watching Yugi intently, his hands folded under his chin.

Yugi pulled the top off of the box, and looked down before looking at Yami, his eyes wide and his lips parted.

"Oh Yami, it-it's beautiful," he whispered as he reached into the box, pulling out a gorgeous silver chain with a pendant of some symbol, which knowing Yami, was ancient Egyptian. He ran his fingers over the pendant; the word "Aibou" had been delicately etched into it.

Yugi could feel the tears beginning to form, and as he looked over to Yami's side of the table, he realized that he was no longer sitting there. He saw the chain being lifted up and the clasp undone, before Yami carefully slipped it around his neck and closed it. Yugi gently grasped the pendant around his neck, the tears flowly freely now.

"Your grandfather would have a stroke if he came back and you were wearing a ring, so for now I got you something that you can keep closer. Think of it as my promise, just as a necklace instead."

"Oh Yami...I'll never take it off," he whispered as he looked up at him.

Yami leaned down and captured Yugi's soft lips within his own, savoring the moment and never wanting to ever forget it.

"Yami! Oh shoot, we're gonna be soaked!!!" Yugi managed to say as uncontrollable laughter overtook him.

Yami couldn't help but laugh as he struggled to fit the key into the keyhole of the Game Shop; it was near pitch black outside and they had forgotten to leave the outside light on. The rain that Yugi had predicted earlier was now harshly pouring on them. Yugi looked up desperately, holding his coat over his head, (not that it was doing much good), and burst out laughing again as Yami fumbled with the wrong key.

"We're going to get this, I promise you, we're going to get this!" he reassured his light, laughing to himself until finally, the door was open and he quickly ushered Yugi inside before following and re-locking the door.

Yami shook off the water, then carefully checked to make sure that the tickets Yugi had gotten him were unharmed. They were a little wet, but they would make it. He looked up to see Yugi just standing there shivering, completely soaked; Yami had fared better than he had.

Yugi waited until Yami had stepped over next to him, before counting down…

"Three…two…one…GO!"

Both him and Yami raced upstairs, laughing, slightly pushing each other to gain an advantage, and ran into their own respective rooms, shedding their wet clothing and changing into pajamas.

The split second Yugi was covered in soft baby-blue pajamas with white stars all over them, he quickly ran downstairs, yelling, "YOU LOSE, YAMI!"

He made his way into the downstairs living room, panting heavily, only to see his Yami smugly lying across the couch, clad in black silk pajamas.

"Whaa-" Yugi frantically looked around before growling, which caused Yami to chuckle as he sat up.

"Now, since you lost, it's only fair that you receive a punishment…"

Yugi smirked. "Pshh, like you could punish me."

Yami stood up from the couch menacingly, and took a step towards Yugi, which he mirrored by stepping backwards.

"Y-Yami…why are you looking at me like that?"

Another step.

"No, please, Yami, no!" he said through the laughter threatening to consume him.

Yugi didn't last long before Yami had tackled him, as gently as he could, to the ground and began torturously tickling the boys sides. Yugi screamed, laughing so hard that tears fell, until Yami believed he had enough, and leaned down to kiss the spot directly under his eyes where the tears had pooled.

Yugi blushed, still panting, and slowly pulled on the collar of Yami's silk shirt, pulling him down until their lips met. The kiss started off gentle enough, but soon turned into something fierce and passionate; both boys only breaking apart when breath was required. This continued on for some time, and Yami's hand slipped underneath Yugi's pajama shirt, not going too far, just massaging the soft skin directly above the hem. When their heated kiss ended and they had to pull apart once more, Yami gained back a little self-control and made to pull himself up, knowing that that was the limit; as much as he wanted to, he wouldn't push Yugi any further. The former Pharaoh was shocked, however, when Yugi pulled him back down.

"Yugi?"

"Please, Yami…I want this…I, I want you," he whispered, looking straight into Yami's wide eyes.

"But aibou…you don't have to do this…I've told you before, I'm perfectly fine waiting until you're ready…"

"Well, about that..." Yugi said, biting his lip. "I've been thinking about it a lot, and Yami, I'm ready. I really am…"

Yami almost looked unsure, but as he gazed into those lovely amethyst eyes, he could tell that Yugi really meant it.

"But, but your grandfather…"

"Yami…my decision, remember? Please…I love you..."

He closed his eyes as his lips met Yami's once more; his hips gently rolling up to meet those of the boy above him. Yami groaned, and the last string of his self-control was cut. He immediately took charge, deepening the kiss, lightly pressing his body against Yugi's.

Yugi gasped at the kiss's intensity and muttered, "Bedroom…" before Yami plucked him off the floor, lips not leaving him for a second. Yugi wrapped his arms around his neck, and wound his legs around his waist as Yami carefully carried him up the steps. Yami silently praised God that the boy for once hadn't requested to go grab his infamous Kuriboh plushie for the night, and he wasn't even sure they had made it to his room until he noticed the gleam of the Millennium Puzzle on his desk from the moonlight. He gently set Yugi on his bed before climbing over him. Yami kissed him again; slowly removing Yugi's belted neck collar and tossing it to the floor before his lips traveled down to the boy's slender neck, where he trailed kisses all over; up and down, left and right. Yugi gave a soft moan when Yami's lips met an area where the jawbone meets the neck; a weak spot on his already sensitive skin.

Yami looked up and grinned, before attacking him in that spot again, causing Yugi to writhe beneath him. He soon removed the boy's fluffy pajama shirt, sending kisses everywhere, finally getting to run his hands along the soft skin, marveling at the look and feel of the beauty before him. He looked up at Yugi again, whose flushed face had broken out into a light sweat; both boys' breathing had picked up.

"Yugi?"

"Uh-huh?" he barely managed to get out.

"Yugi, if we continue, I might not be able to stop…are you, are you sure this is what you want?"

Yugi stared straight into Yami's passion-filled crimson eyes as the words left his lips.

"More than anything."

And that was all it took.

Yami collapsed next to Yugi, both panting their lungs out; Yugi's heavy eyelids drooping further with every second that passed. The boy finally gave up his fight to stay conscious, curling up on his side from exhaustion, but Yami remained awake, his dark eyes boring into the ceiling. He finally propped himself up on his elbow and pulled the covers over the still-trembling boy, eyeing the shiny silver necklace he had given him; the only thing Yugi had on. He averted his eyes to the wall in front of him; he couldn't look at Yugi anymore. Not now, at least. He gave a deep sigh, his eyes boring into nothing, his mind running a million miles an hour, the same awful two words flashing through his head. He shook them away, before turning away from Yugi and curling up on his side of the bed, eyes cold, unflinching in their stare at the next wall over.

Yami barely got any sleep that night.