A/N: I always wonder what the best action it is when dealing with someone you love… Would you go after them, or let them be happy with someone else? Maybe it just depends.

Warning: YAOI EQUALS BOYS LOVING OTHER BOYS! Got a problem with that?

Disclaimer: What makes you think I owe Yu-gi-oh and related???

Summary: Fight or flight?

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"Speech"

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My eyebrow won't stop twitching. Dammit!

"You are awfully cute," the waiter was tall, dark, and his teeth glistened too white to be natural. His voice reminded me of nails on a chalkboard. You would except that my puppy dog's sensitive ears would have twitched at the sound and then the blond would have pushed the bastard away with a horrified shriek; leaping in my arms, we would have gone on our merry way.

However, Katsuya just blinked stupidly and asked, "Really?"

This waiter was unabashedly ruining our fine evening by ridiculously—and not at all with any subtlety—flirting with the mutt. Speaking of whom, was only now starting to catch on.

"We're done here," I announced and stood. The waiter snarled those pearly whites at me as I yanked my companion to his feet and proceeded to push him toward the exit. I definitely did not leave a tip, and I would certainly never return back to this restaurant a second time, even without Jou.

The limo zoomed up and I shoved the dog inside making him fall face first into the leather interior. I jumped in, slamming the door and ordering the driver back to the mansion. Fuming in the seat, I glared out at the moving neon lights beyond the tinted windows. Katsuya soon righted himself and buckled in opposite of me, eyeing me with wary eyes.

"What?!" I snapped. The puppy momentarily flinched and averted his enormous amber orbs to his shiny shoes.

"N-Nothing, just confused," he answered. I let out a ragged sigh and found I didn't have the energy to glare. It was extremely tiring sometimes to be around, let alone in love, with a dimwit such as Jounouchi Katsuya.

"What is to be confused about?" I asked, ice warping those words into something that had the same effect as Medusa's stare. The pup chewed on his thumbnail, actually thinking about that question. Growling, I whipped out my phone, speed dialing an assistant and quickly commanding she do anything to get that damned waiter fired as soon as possible.

Katsuya sprang from his seat, shutting the phone off with his plump mouth open in horror. Before he could bark out his objections, I crashed our lips together. A squeak escaped him, moving back toward his seat. I swiftly captured his lower jaw in a fierce grip, plunging my tongue into that misty cavern.

All disagreements forgotten, he fumbled with his seatbelt, maneuvering forward he brought himself to rest on top of my lap, legs on either side of me. I lifted him, his upper back scraping along the fuzzy roof of the limo. Those square hands shifted through my locks and I shrugged out of that suddenly heavy coat I had on. Eventually he broke the kiss for oxygen, letting me take the opportunity to undo the first couple of buttons on the silk shirt I just bought him.

"You need to learn to breath through your nose, puppy-dog," I murmured, voice growing warm and husky, my breath bouncing off his lithe, little chest. A could feel the shiver run up his spine. It made me smile.

"Stop that!" he scowled and lightly tugged on my hair, however he was much too frightened to do much else, least our activities cease.

"Do what?" I question, my fingers couldn't exactly get the last button. It was beginning to frustrate me.

"Smile at me like that!" he exclaimed. I paused, glancing up to see he was pointedly looking anywhere but me. A blush colored that golden skin nicely indeed.

"Like what?" I posed, curiosity getting the better of me.

"Like you are so damn proud of yourself," he huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest. I mourned the loss for a mere moment and then I heard, "Like all you wanna do is keep me right here."

It made me blink. I smirked; because I would like to revise my previous statement above. It might be tiring to be in love with such an idiot, but it was also highly amusing at points as well.

"You mutt," I taunted, "All I want to do is keep you here."

"You what?" he gasped as I pulled him in just a bit closer. We slid down the seat together and found ourselves sprawled on the floor. The blond had to unfold his arms, using my shoulders so he wouldn't tumble onto his back. I caught the slight whiff of my shampoo—an organic fragrance that was sandalwood—and found it incredibly intoxicating.

He had my scent on him.

Tugging him back down, I started to attack the weak spot on his neck. He cried out, digging his nails into my shoulder so hard I knew he pricked the skin. I bit down lightly at first, he moaned my name and I was unable help the urge to clamp down, breaking the soft flesh. Blood welled up, gliding across my tongue and I dutifully licked away the scarlet life.

Jou panted, gulping, and he reached up to timidly feel the mark I gifted him. I let out a deep breath, leaning back to inspect my work. Honestly it looked lovely on him. I hummed in satisfaction. My companion still in a semi-trace of perplexed lust, I stretched upwards and captured the swelling mouth of a thoroughly kissed blond.

"There," I breathed across his lips, "Now everyone knows you're mine."

"What does that mean…?" he whispered.

"That waiter was trying to steal you away," I explained. Katsuya's bright eyes widened from their half-mast state. I chuckled despite the sour attitude it left in me. "It was driving me crazy… the way he kept coming on to you."

"H-He was?!"

"Of course, you're a good looking young man," I complimented. Jou fidgeted a bit, peering down and to the side. My hand raised and stroked his yielding, smooth cheek. It blazed under my touch and his face turned a bright cherry-red.

"So you're fighting for me…?" he inquired. My brows scrunched down and I tilted that face up to meet my eyes. He still didn't want to meet mine.

"Obviously, why? What do you mean by that?" I demanded.

"What if I had fallen in love with him?" he suggested. It made my stomach sick just imagining it. "They say if you really love someone you let them go… would let me go if I—"

I cut that off with my mouth again. I pulled back, clutching the back of his messy, gold haired head, our foreheads touching in a comforting gesture. I knew he wouldn't shy away from my gaze this time.

"That's absurd…" I pointed out. "You won't fall in love with anyone else."

Jou licked his lips thoughtfully. "No… no, I don't think I would but—"

"I can't let you go, even if you did," I grumbled. The puppy glowered weakly. "I don't mean it in a bad way, moron. I just… only love you like this."

"Are you sure?" he asked, or perhaps he thought it. It was so quiet I wasn't positive I heard it at first.

"Yes. I am," I simply retorted. The blond was soothed if just a minute. I smiled and he blushed. "I'll fight tooth and nail to make you mine… I know you would do the same."

"I'm not all that perfect if you hadn't noticed," the mutt pointed out.

"I noticed," I answered playfully. Katsuya pouted and it heated my body below the beltline. "I'm not perfect either."

"You are an ass," he agreed. My ice colored eyes rolled. Jou just laughed to himself; it was the nervous type. I could feel my orbs soften as I stared at him.

"You've been worried," I realized.

"That you'll find someone better…" he trailed off. I found myself nuzzling the balmy chest of my lover. I let my lips linger over the flesh, enjoying his little mewls of delight.

"It not just sex," I confessed. "It's more… I can't find anyone else that lights up the world like you do… I could never find such beautiful eyes that show me how much they love me back… not like yours do anyway… And I just can't abide anyone else touching you like this!" His thin arms encircled around the back of my neck, keeping me close. "But maybe those aren't the best reasons to fight for you…"

"I dunno," he replied, tone hitching as I licked at his collar bone, "I could concur with those—Ngh!"

"Hmm, I suppose that'll have to do then…"

We might have said more, argued the subject longer, but it was a moot point with the both of us. In the end, we knew we would fight for the other. It has been said, on the other hand, that if you love someone you let them go; if they're yours, they shall return to you. Yet I can not find the will to care. Katsuya has always been mine and I'm not letting him go to prove that. Of course he's not a trophy to win… but… I think I have a choice.

I chose to fight!

Although, I wonder, what will you do for the one you love?