"Yami, this is Rishid, my older-little brother. Rishid, this is Yami, my boyfriend."

The said boyfriend tried not to fidget under the darker man's piercing stare. Well, it really wasn't piercing at all, but the tattoos on the left side of his face and around his eyes completely countered the warm curiosity in his grey-green eyes. Maybe it was also the fact that Rishid was also taller than both Marik and himself and definitely had more muscle. Marik didn't seem phased whatsoever which lead Yami to open his mouth, and not to greet the other man either.

"Older-little brother?" Yami inquired, his ruby eyes moving back to Marik's, slender eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, this guy would let anyone do whatever they wanted with him if I didn't knock some sense into him." Marik said and jerked his thumb at Rishid who, to Yami's surprise, flushed ever so slightly at the golden teen's words. "He may be older than me, but that doesn't mean shit."

"Marik…" Rishid muttered before holding a large, calloused hand out to Yami. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Yami-kun."

"Likewise." Yami shook his hand and gave a slight bow of his head.

With the introductions out of the way and Marik satisfied, the said teenager went about scolding Rishid for missing dinner the other night. He was still on edge slightly, but it amused Yami to see Marik treating his older brother the way he was. It was so entirely different than his relationship with Yugi.

Marik punched Rishid lightly in the arm with a Cheshire grin before he looked at Yami. "Hey, we're going to have ful mudemmis with boiled eggs and I think we have some baklava somewhere, so you can have a few for dessert. Is that okay?"

"That sounds delicious. Thank you." Yami said politely. The Japanese teenager had absolutely no idea what any of that was, much less have any hope of repeating the names of the dishes Marik listed off. It would be rude to refuse though and Yami was sure Marik wouldn't make him eat something completely horrible. Well, sure enough, anyway.

An awkward silence filled the room when Marik disappeared into the kitchen. It was impossible to tell what Rishid was thinking, which left Yami to his own thoughts. Saying he had been surprised when Marik had asked him over for dinner would have been an understatement, even more so that Marik mentioned how if they were lucky, Yami could meet his family too. To Marik the introduction might have been nothing but to Yami, he felt like his heart would give out from how fast it was beating. It shouldn't have been such a big deal, but it was.

"I'm sorry Ishizu isn't here." Rishid spoke up suddenly, startling Yami out of his thoughts.

Ishizu? Why did that name sound so familiar? "Excuse me… but who?"

Rishid chuckled. "Ishizu is Marik's older sister. She got caught up in work and cannot make it tonight. Your presence is certainly a surprise, though."

Marik had a sister? Why did he refer to her as only Marik's sister? Aren't they all siblings? For the first time Yami realized just how little he knew about his current boyfriend and he was surprised at the strength behind the desire to know more about the seventeen year old now that it had been brought to his attention. It had been a very long time since Yami had felt the need to learn more than the basics about his partner of the week.

"You aren't the only one surprised." Yami chuckled as well and felt his shoulders lower slightly, feeling less tense at the situation. This was going to go over just fine.

"So, do you go to the same school as Marik?"

Yami nodded his head. "I'm a year younger, but we're in the same club."

"Ah."

The question "How did you come to date my little brother?" or some variant of it never came. Rishid had admitted he was surprised, but was that as far as his feelings on the matter went? The rest of the small talk consisted of normal things, such as family, school, and work. Yami was grateful.

"So, where do you work, Rishid-san?"

"I work at Domino Mech. as a motorcycle mechanic."

The mention of motorcycles made Yami perk up from his position on the couch. At some point they both reached the logical conclusion that they should sit down and talk while they waited for Marik to finish cooking the dinner. Whatever that dinner was was beginning to smell good too, the aroma of the Egyptian cuisine drifting through the room. "Motorcycles?"

A small smirk tugged at Rishid's lips. "Yes. Both Marik and I ride them."

"Really! May I see them?"

Rishid glanced at the entry way to the kitchen before looking back at the pleasantly eager teenager next to him. "I don't see why not. We still have some time before dinner is done. Follow me."

The Ishtar garage was the cleanest garage Yami had ever seen. There were hardly any shelves and what shelves they did have were littered with reasonable size boxes. After a second glance Yami noticed that they were all color coded; boxes with purple duct tape had Marik's name, boxes with a light blue had Ishizu's name, and boxes with orange tape had Rishid's name. Even the garage floor seemed to be entirely dust free.

And in the middle of the garage were some of the finest motorcycles he had ever seen. Just one look and it was obvious that each bike was entirely custom made. One of the two motorcycles was entirely chrome painted with a gloss that shined a deep purple from the right angle and lighting, but that wasn't the most striking feature on the bike. There were butterflies painted in every shade of purple, brushed on in such a way that the butterflies looked like the usual flames one would see on a motorcycle. The other bike was painted a green so dark it looked black with gold Egyptian hieroglyphics written all over the bike.

Both left Yami entirely speechless.

To his left Rishid chuckled again and walked past Yami to the green and gold motorcycle. "Impressive, aren't they? It took Marik and I a long time to get all the parts and paint."

"You two made these?" Rishid had mentioned he worked with motorcycles but to make these? Had there been an 'expert' in front of 'motorcycle mechanic' that Yami hadn't heard?

Rishid made a noise of confirmation and moved to straddle his bike. "Marik asked me to, so I did."

"Why did he ask you rather than go to a professional?" The pale teenager asked absentmindedly as he circled Marik's bike before abruptly coming to a stop when he realized just how rude he sounded. "I'm sorry, I was just-"

"I asked him because he's a better artist than any other 'professional' in the area."

The sound of Marik's voice startled Yami enough that the about jumped straight out of his skin. Rishid on the other hand had apparently noticed Marik come in, likely do to the fact that Yami's back had been to the door while Rishid had been facing it, and kept his poker face intact. Despite the polar opposite reactions though, it was obvious that both men had not been exacting the Egyptian teenager to make such a sudden appearance.

"And Yami? That motorcycle was here way before you, so you touch my baby and I'll dump your ass." Marik continued with a smirk. Yami was more than certain the golden blonde was amused at his reaction to his entrance. "If you two are done goggling over the girls, dinner is ready and waiting for you."

Dinner went by a lot smoother than Yami had daydreamed it would and the food was surprisingly delicious. But what was really the best part for Yami was the way Marik smiled when Yami praised him for the excellent food. It was like the smile Marik had shown him that morning at the dojo but at the same time it wasn't. This smile was a lot warmer, more childish.

I want to see every single one of his smiles.

"Thank you for inviting me to dinner." Yami said with a deep bow. Ever the multitasker, he used the position to carefully pull his black sneakers back on without dropping the containers of leftovers in his arms. After dinner Rishid had put the food together and insisted that Yami took it back to his family and shared it with them.

When the tri-colored teenager received no response he risked a glance up and caught Marik staring at him with a pensive look on his face. The expression made Yami falter and he stood at his full height with only one shoe on, concerned that maybe something was wrong with the bronze skinned teenager. "Marik-kun?"

The contemplative look never left Marik's eyes, despite being caught, and served to make Yami all the more uneasy. Everything had gone well even with Marik's spontaneous invitation to dinner. What could have Marik so troubled?

"Why don't you stay over tonight, Yami?"