Kaiba rushed through the living room, searching wildly for any sign of Yami. The furniture cast long shadows across the floors and the silence was suffocating.

"Yami!" Kaiba called loudly, feeling his voice grow hoarse. Why the fuck did he keep disappearing?!

He stepped into the kitchen and noticed the balcony door was wide open. Then, Kaiba spotted Yami standing in the middle of the grass, barefoot, his head tilted upwards at the sky.

What the fuck. Kaiba clenched his fists and strode outside, his shoes crunching over the gravel. He stepped onto the grass and approached Yami furiously.

Yami turned his head slowly, his cheeks stained with tears, his eyes wide and fearful. Kaiba's blood froze in his veins as he carefully processed Yami's reaction. Why was he crying ...again? And after they just had..amazing sex?

Kaiba felt his rage morph into deep confusion and then frustration.

"Stop it." Kaiba said viciously, stepping forwards to pull Yami into an embrace. Yami backed away fearfully but Kaiba's arms were just long enough to catch Yami around the shoulders. He pressed Yami close to his chest, feeling Yami's tears soak through the thin cotton of his shirt.

Kaiba could see Yami's delicate shoulders trembling against him and he tightened his embrace, wrapping his arms strongly around Yami's slender frame.

"Stop..crying. Tell me what's wrong." Kaiba said quietly, dipping his nose down to brush against the spikes of Yami's hair.

Yami blinked, gripping Kaiba's shirt tightly as he realized this was still blank-slate Kaiba. Maybe.

He took in a deep, shaking breath, trying to steady himself before he spoke. "What did you remember?" Yami asked, dreading the answer.

Kaiba frowned. Yami was perceptive.

"Not much." Kaiba answered truthfully. "Just a few odd flashes of events. You were in most of them. That blonde, Joey, was in a few..."

Yami lifted his head up, startled. Did Kaiba just refer to Joey by his first name casually? Then ...he really didn't remember anything significant...at least, not yet!

Yami felt the wind stinging his cheeks as his tears began to dry across his face. He was safe, for now.

Kaiba looked down and realized Yami had stopped crying. Relief rose up inside him quickly and he leaned down to place a warm kiss across Yami's forehead.

Yami blushed, his face burning he stared down into the grass, his toes growing cold. He felt dizzy, but Kaiba's strong arms held him steady.

"Now tell me." Kaiba demanded, lifting hands up to cup Yami's face gently, "Tell me what the hell you were crying about just now."

Yami felt his mouth dry instantly and he floundered, staring deeply into Kaiba's clear blue eyes which looked dark as they stood under the night sky.

"I..." Yami scrambled for the nearest lie, wondering how he could somehow tell the truth without giving away too much, "I'm just...happy."

"You're happy." Kaiba repeated doubtfully, replaying Yami's fearful wide-eyed look in his mind. That expression didn't look the least bit happy.

"Y-yes." Yami whispered, feeling the heat from Kaiba's hands around his face burn into his cheeks. He swallowed nervously and gripped Kaiba's slender wrists, shaking slightly, "I'm happy."

Kaiba frowned, deciding to let it pass. Maybe he had misread Yami's expression. Maybe he had frightened Yami by coming up behind him so quickly in the darkness.

"Okay." Kaiba said quietly, wrapping his arms firmly around Yami, feeling a strange tugging in his chest as his heart pounded loudly. He looked up into the clear night sky, feeling Yami's warmth seeping into him steadily, feeling as if the world had shrunk. Nothing mattered, except for the feeling of Yami's body pressed against his.

He wanted this. He was going to make this work.

He was going to convince Yami that what they had was a good thing, regardless of how much they fought before.

He was still the same person, and he needed Yami to see him for who he truly was, past the fights.

Kaiba released Yami suddenly and Yami's head rushed powerfully at the sudden loss of contact.

"Wh.." Yami stuttered, swaying slightly.

Kaiba turned and hurried towards the glass door, "Stay here." And he stepped into the house, quickly walking through the kitchen and disappearing up the grand staircase.

Yami felt his eyes watering dangerously again and he turned his gaze upwards, blinking furiously, staring at the twinkling stars spotting the sky, willing himself not to cry.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed from behind him and Yami glanced over to the doorway, stunned.

Kaiba was carrying a thick comforter on shoulder and a large, rolled up futon on the other.

Yami's mouth dropped open as he watched Kaiba ease past the sliding glass door and make his way over towards the middle of the grass.

Kaiba set the futon down carefully on the grass and rolled it out, his knees sinking softly into the plush fabric as he spread it out in front of them with his large hands.

Yami continued to stare as Kaiba flipped the comforter over the futon with a flourish and sat down upon it, cross-legged, patting the spot beside him.

"Sit." Kaiba said pleasantly, smiling handsomely up at Yami who just stood there and blinked at him.

Yami felt his vision blurring as he tried to understand what was happening.

"Sit." Kaiba insisted, patting the spot beside him firmly, the futon made a soft pof! every time he brought his hand down across it.

Yami forced himself to move, his legs beginning to numb as he stepped onto the comforter and sat down beside Kaiba, their legs touching slightly. Yami drew his knees up to his chest, trying to calm his pounding heart.

After a long silence, Kaiba spoke up, leaning his head back and looking up at the stars, "Mokuba and I used to do this when we were younger. While Gozaburo was away on extended business trips, we would sneak outside and fall asleep under the stars."

Kaiba turned to give Yami a dazzling smile, "Tonight's a nice night. Look, you can see everything clearly." He pointed upwards with a slender finger at the sparkling sky, "We're far enough away from the city lights that the stars get brighter the later it gets."

Yami lifted his head and gazed up at the sky, his head growing light, his heart fluttering wonderfully. He blinked, watching the stars blur slightly and then sharpen again.
Kaiba was doing this on purpose. He was being...charming ...and romantic. Why? Yami shivered.

Kaiba glanced over at Yami, watching him blink up at the sky, his dark skin appearing to glow in the semi-darkness. He thought he saw Yami shiver so he reached an arm around to pull him close, feeling Yami's head lean lightly against his shoulder.

Kaiba turned his gaze back up to the sky, watching the stars twinkle back at him merrily. He secretly wondered how many of these gestures he would have to make in order to win Yami over, figuring their fights must have been pretty bad if Yami first instinct was to back away.

He glanced down at Yami again, noticing his large violet eyes were sparkling. Kaiba leaned in to brush his nose through Yami's hair, pressing his lips up against Yami's cheek, smiling softly.

Yami felt Kaiba's breath pass across his cheek and he shivered again, goosebumps rising up along his arms. He wasn't doing anything...wrong, right? This wasn't technically wrong if Kaiba was the one initiating...

Yami kept his gaze fixed on the sky, his heart beating loudly in his ears as he stared at the sprinkles of light above them. He felt Kaiba's warm hand caress his face and turn his head slightly, and then suddenly, Kaiba was kissing him, slowly and softly at first, but then faster and deeper, Kaiba's tongue sliding sensually in through the tops of his teeth.

Yami felt his breath catch in his chest as the warmth from Kaiba's lips engulfed him. He shut his eyes, losing himself in the feeling of Kaiba's hands threading through the back of his hair, pulling him in closer.

Kaiba felt Yami grow weak and he pulled away slightly, keeping their foreheads tightly pressed together, staring deeply into Yami's angular violet eyes.

Kaiba watched as Yami's eyelids fluttered shut and Yami leaned forwards to press his lips so tightly across Kaiba's mouth, their teeth bumped. Kaiba gasped in surprise and Yami smiled against his lips playfully.

Kaiba felt his chest flutter gloriously and he pushed Yami down onto the futon with a low growl, biting and kissing down Yami's neck teasingly, letting Yami tangle his hands through his hair again and let out a light laugh.

Yami fell back into the futon, staring up into the night sky as his head spun wildly, Kaiba's hair tickling his chin. Kaiba left a trail of gentle kisses down his neck and collarbone, and the sensation made his stomach flutter. Yami squirmed as Kaiba's hand slowly crept up his shirt, resting softly on his hip.

Kaiba buried his head into the crook of Yami's neck, inhaling his delicious exotic scent, and he slid a leg between Yami's knees, arms draping over Yami's slender chest, pulling him into a firm embrace as he laid down beside him.

He could feel Yami's heart beating loudly beneath his arm and Kaiba pressed his face closer against Yami's skin, smiling. He was pretty sure Yami would forgive him for his past transgressions if he persisted.

Yami felt a bubble of something glorious rise up in his chest as Kaiba snuggled up comfortably beside him. This version of Kaiba was definitely more innocent.

Kaiba turned his head and glanced up at the sky, feeling Yami's hair tickle his ear. "Can you name the constellations?"

Yami blinked, taken aback by the question, his heart skipping a beat as he answered, "I can name a few."

Kaiba rolled over onto his back and lifted his arm off from Yami's chest, tucking it beneath his head as his eyes scanned the sky, "Ever seen a meteor shower?"

The wind rustled lightly through the trees and Yami shivered slightly from the cold, shaking his head lightly, "I've never seen one."

Kaiba sat up quickly and pulled the comforter up over their bodies and Yami felt the warmth from the sheets slide over his skin pleasantly. Kaiba laid down beside Yami again and propped his head up on one elbow, gazing down at Yami's delicate face framed nicely between his spiky blonde bangs.

"Let's go see one. I'll take you to go see one." Kaiba said softly, reaching a hand up to pinch a strand of Yami's bangs. His hair was so soft..and...fascinating.

Yami swallowed thickly, feeling his heart pound painfully in his chest. "Yes." He answered steadily, the heat from Kaiba's eyes burning into him deeply. Would the Kaiba with his memories keep this promise?

Kaiba smiled, satisfied with Yami's answer. It was nice hearing Yami say "yes" for a change. He gently lowered his hand and laced his fingers through Yami's warm fingers and shut his eyes, his head spinning.
This was love. Kaiba was sure of it.

Yami let out a soft sigh of content, feeling himself drift off slightly. The warmth from the comforter and the heat from Kaiba's hand was so soothing, coupled with the wind lightly passing across the tip of his nose combined with the fresh scent of the night air was slowly lulling him to sleep.

Kaiba shifted slightly and turned his head to stare at Yami who was laying beside him with a peaceful expression. He lifted his other hand to caress Yami's cheek again, sweeping his thumb gently beneath Yami's dark lashes, watching them flutter beautifully underneath the moonlight. His heart skipped a beat.

"Yami...could you tell me what we used to fight about?" Kaiba asked softly, pressing his hand softly against Yami's cheek, relishing in the softness of his skin.

Yami kept his eyes firmly shut and reached a hand up to palm Kaiba's hand closer into his face, shaking his head, "It was more like one continuous argument."

Kaiba furrowed his brow, feeling Yami's warmth seep in through the back of his hand, "About the same thing?" He had so many questions. Right now, Kaiba couldn't think of one thing he wanted to change, because he hadn't felt this happy with anyone in a very long time.

Yami shook his head again, opening his eyes to stare up at the sky, the stars blurring in his vision again, "Sometimes, and other times, it was just plain anger. I don't know."

Kaiba let out a sigh and slipped his hand down lower, grazing the backs of his knuckles along Yami's delicate jawline, the strange tugging in his chest growing.

"Let me do it to you again." He said quietly, leaning forwards to place a small kiss along Yami's collarbone. "Without rushing, like we did earlier."

"I didn't feel like we rushed." Yami lied, a familiar terrible lump rising in his throat. Kaiba couldn't be fooled.

His memory has gone, not his intelligence, Yami scolded himself furiously.

Kaiba ignored Yami, sliding his hand slowly up Yami's shirt, feeling Yami shiver beneath his touch. Regardless of what Yami said, Kaiba felt like they had rushed, and he wasn't satisfied.

Yami trembled as Kaiba left a trail of soft butterfly kisses across his collarbones and Yami felt his hand move on its own, his fingers tangling through Kaiba's light brown hair.

He turned his gaze upwards, the stars blurring in his vision as Kaiba pushed his shirt up until it bunched beneath his chin, feeling Kaiba's tongue swirl delicately over his nipples. Yami let out a light laugh and Kaiba bit down playfully, his other hand sliding to unbuckle one of Yami's belts with ease.

Yami swallowed nervously, hearing his belt clink and slide off from around his waist, watching Kaiba's eyes gleam enticingly at him in the darkness.

"Why do you wear so many damn belts..." Kaiba growled, looping his slender fingers through Yami's second belt, pulling at it forcefully.

Yami felt himself laugh again, his voice bounding off the marble walls of the garden. "Yugi and I share a wardrobe." Yami blinked, feeling odd. It was strange having to remind Kaiba of these tiny details.

"How about..." Kaiba said slowly, inching Yami's pants lower on his hips, finally sliding the second belt out of its loops and tossing it aside carelessly into the grass beside them, "…We get you some new clothes."

Yami bit his lip and smiled uncertainly, shaking his head, his heart thudding loudly in his chest. It was an enticing offer, but that was something Yami knew was never going to happen.

Kaiba would sooner regain his memories and backtrack faster than a speeding bullet.

Kaiba frowned leaned down to kiss Yami lightly, his mouth brushing softly across Yami's lower lip. Yami trembled and threw his arms around Kaiba's neck, kissing him back deeply.
One last time. He would make love to Kaiba this one last time, only because Kaiba had asked.

Yami vowed he would find it within himself to stop the next time this happened.

Suddenly, Kaiba was on top of him, tongue and teeth traveling down his neck and chest, leaving rough bites and soft kisses as he moved down lower, stopping at the waistband of his boxers. Yami shivered again, the cold night air brushing across the wet spots Kaiba had left scattered across his chest.

Yami could feel his erection straining painfully against the thin cotton of his boxers and Kaiba placed a warm hand over his entire length, smiling widely down at him. Yami felt himself heat up all over, instantly, head to toe and his face flushed, Kaiba's smile burning into his vision.

Kaiba slipped Yami's boxers off carefully and wrapped a hand around Yami's arousal, squeezing him tightly, and Yami felt his tip swell with need. Kaiba reached up and peeled his shirt off, repressing a shudder as the night air rushed around his solid frame and Yami propped himself up on his elbows, staring.

Kaiba's body was delightfully hard, each muscle curved into the next and Yami's mouth went dry, his heart leaping into his throat. Every time he saw Kaiba's body...he felt like this. Yami secretly wondered if the feeling would ever go away. Did he want it go away?
He swallowed nervously and palmed his hands across Kaiba's sculpted abdomen, shivering with pleasure as Kaiba's muscles rippled beneath his fingertips.

Kaiba pressed himself forwards into Yami's touch, his breath quickening as he felt himself grow impossibly aroused. Yami had neglected to touch him earlier, and a small voice in the back of Kaiba's head nagged at him to ask.

The question was on the tip of his tongue before Yami suddenly sat up and placed a firm hand in the center of his chest, pushing him down forcefully, knocking with wind out of his lungs.

Kaiba fell heavily back onto the futon with an oof!, the tops of his hair grazing the edge of the grass as Yami straddled him firmly, the heat from Yami's thighs burning into his sides.

Kaiba blinked, trying to compose himself but Yami didn't give him a chance. Yami kissed him roughly, teeth grazing the edge of his lips and biting down lightly on his tongue.

Yami flattened himself completely on top of Kaiba, shuddering pleasurably he pressed their bare chests together tightly. He could feel Kaiba's thumping heartbeat right up against his and Kaiba shivered beneath him, reaching up to wrap his arms strongly around Yami's thin frame. Yami smiled, his eyes tearing up almost instantly.

This was real. At least, this version of Kaiba...really wanted to make love with him.

Yami lifted his head slightly and kissed Kaiba's chin, grinding his hips roughly downwards, feeling the tip of his exposed erection ride up along the cold metal button of Kaiba's pants.

Kaiba grit his teeth as he felt Yami's hardness rub up against his, right through his pants, and he reached up to firmly grab ahold of Yami's buttocks, giving them a firm knead, watching Yami throw his head back and laugh delightedly above him, the tips of his spiky hair seemed to touch the stars above them.
Amazing.

Kaiba bucked his hips upwards, biting back a frustrated grunt, wondering if Yami would ride him willingly. He wanted to see Yami's beautiful face framed against the silver stars in the sky while he came.

Yami suddenly leaned forwards, his nose touching Kaiba's as he whispered deeply, "You're mine."

Kaiba felt his chest tighten with desire as he stared deeply into Yami's angular violet eyes, enraptured. Yes. Kaiba nodded reaching up in an attempt to cup Yami's face in his hands, but Yami held him down with surprising strength, his hands wrapped around his wrists, restraining his movements.

"Say it." Yami demanded, his voice wavering uncharacteristically, his nails digging tightly into Kaiba's muscular arms as he held him down firmly. "I want to hear you say it."

"I'm...yours." Kaiba said, feeling his voice grow hoarse, his heart thudding mightily in his chest. Kaiba watched Yami swallow nervously and nod, his eyes watering at the corners.

"Say it again." Yami whispered, lowering his head so much Kaiba could only see the tips of his spiky blonde bangs, the rest of his face obscured by darkness.

"I'm yours." Kaiba repeated obediently, his confusion rising. Why did Yami suddenly need so much verbal confirmation? Holding each other gently was proof of that, wasn't it? Why wasn't that enough?

"Say that you love me ...and...promise me that nothing will ever change between us, even after you've regained your memories. I need to hear it." Yami said darkly, his heart thudding painfully in his chest.

Yami vowed he would remember this forever. Anytime the Kaiba with his memories would shout at him, ignore him, or shut him out, Yami would use this moment to get him through. Just the memory of Kaiba saying something this sweet to him would be enough, even if it was forced. He would take it and run.

Kaiba struggled for a moment; twisting his hands out from underneath Yami's grasp and reaching up to gently cup Yami's face in his hands, feeling a lone tear slide down across his thumb. Yami was crying again. Why?

"Why are you-"Kaiba began, but Yami cut across him furiously, his nails digging painfully down into his bare chest as his shoulder shook.

"Please...just tell me what I want to hear." Yami said, feeling his entire body grow extremely hot. It would be fine if this was all just one long dream. But it wasn't. Kaiba was really sitting obediently beneath him, half naked, gazing up at him lovingly.

Kaiba leaned his head back and took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully, "Nothing will change between us, especially after I've regained my memories." He gave Yami's face a gentle squeeze, feeling Yami's eyelashes sweep along the edges of his thumbs

"And?" Yami prompted, sliding his arms over Kaiba's neck, shivering slightly at the heat radiating up from Kaiba's skin.

"And..I love you." Kaiba said simply, blinking at Yami's spiky-haired silhouette hovering above him in the semi-darkness.

"Good." Yami breathed, his heart once again thudding excitedly in his chest.

Kaiba pulled Yami closer down on top of himself, kissing him deeply, feeling Yami's wet cheeks press against his face.

"Stop...crying." Kaiba murmured, his chest tightening. Kaiba vowed he would do anything to regain his memories quickly. He would be able to make Yami happier this way.

"I've always...loved you." Yami whispered shakily, pushing himself upwards slightly, his legs trembling on either side of Kaiba's waist. Yami blinked, his eyes burning with tears of despair and humiliation.

This was the worst. He was confessing to a Kaiba who didn't understand where his feelings were coming from. The Kaiba with memories would later look back on this moment and cringe, then he would probably send his guards out to murder him while he slept.

Kaiba nodded, leaning his head back into the futon heavily, his confusion rising higher. The way Yami was acting made it sound like he would change his mind the second he regained his memories. He wouldn't...would he? Not if he felt this strongly about Yami.

Suddenly, Yami pressed himself flush against Kaiba's body and trailed a flurry of rough kisses along Kaiba's face and neck.

Kaiba froze, Yami's warmth slowly engulfing him from above. He let himself relax as Yami moved fluidly above him, sighing deeply.

Kaiba blinked rapidly, feeling Yami's hands wrap sensually around his waist as Yami ground his hips down furiously into him, causing Kaiba to shiver pleasurably. Yami knew what he wanted and Kaiba loved that about him.

Yami carefully unbuttoned Kaiba's pants, inching them lower along his hips, watching Kaiba's chest rise and fall steadily. Yami lowered his head and placed his cheek along Kaiba's center, rubbing his face gently across Kaiba's flaccid penis.

Yami felt a dark swirl of guilt rise up inside him. He knew he had killed the mood with his tears and ridiculous requests.

Kaiba sat up carefully and caressed Yami's cheek softly with the backs of his fingers, "We don't have to ...if you don't want to."

"I want to." Yami responded aggressively, jerking his head away from the warmth of Kaiba's hand.

Kaiba frowned, watching Yami's fingers grip his thighs tightly and he moved suddenly, grabbing Yami by the shoulders and pinning Yami down beside him.

Yami's eyes widened and let out a soft cry as Kaiba shoved him down and hovered above him, his light brown hair framing his cheeks handsomely, gazing down gently at him.

Yami struggled, twisting his body to the side, trying to ease himself out from underneath Kaiba. "Let me up. I want to be on top...of you!"

Kaiba released him and laid down quietly beside Yami, propping his head up on an elbow, smiling gently, "We can continue tomorrow."

Yami propped himself up and glared, watching Kaiba blink softly back at him. Kaiba was refusing him now, because he had ruined the mood.

"I'm sorry." Yami said readily moving to mount Kaiba again, but Kaiba stayed resolutely on his side, still smiling gently.

"For what?" Kaiba asked lightly, nuzzling his nose lightly across Yami's forehead, feeling spiky-blonde bangs tickle his cheeks pleasantly. "Let's get some rest. Don't worry about it."

Yami felt a terrible lump rising up in his throat again and he swallowed it, trying to speak, "I-"

"Just enjoy the sky with me." Kaiba said, firmly cutting across him and leaning his head back on the futon.

Yami stared, his eyes burning with emotion as he watched Kaiba tilt his head and smile reassuringly at him.

Kaiba leaned forwards and pulled the comforter up over their bodies once more and settled in, turning onto his back, blinking up at the sky, deep in thought. Yami's tears were concerning and Kaiba secretly wondered if it was possible for him to hold back until he regained his memories. If he held back, Yami's advances would only increase, and Kaiba wasn't sure if he could successfully turn Yami down repeatedly.

Yami clenched his fist and thumped his head down beside Kaiba, the heat from the comforter burning his skin. His heart was pounding angrily in his chest. Yami was furious with himself. He had messed up. He had another golden chance to have Kaiba enter him, and he messed it up royally.

Yami stared up at the sky, the stars still blinking merrily down at him from their great height.
He was running out of time. Kaiba's memory headaches were becoming more frequent; he was sure of it.

He blinked, feeling his eyelids grow heavy. His eyes stung, and Yami cursed himself for being so emotional. He blinked again, his vision blurring mightily, causing the stars to shift in and out across the sky. Yami felt Kaiba drape a reassuring arm across his chest as his breathing began to even out.

Yami began drifting off lightly, the wetness across his cheeks evaporating quickly in the cool night air. The weight from Kaiba's arm over his chest centered him, giving him hope.

Kaiba watched Yami drift off beside him with an uncharacteristic frown set against his brow and Kaiba swallowed tensely. He lifted his arm, carefully watching Yami's movements. Yami was deeply asleep, his shoulders rising and falling gently.

Kaiba sat up carefully and inched himself off the comforter, quickly slipping on his shoes and walking quietly into the house.

He had originally thought to let his memory return on its own, but this was unacceptable. Kaiba felt as though he was blindly barreling down a steep mountainside, driving an enormous truckload mysterious of cargo.

Yami was just sitting on top of him, crying, telling him he had always loved him, and Kaiba had felt relieved. But it was the same type of relief he felt when Yami first confirmed his feelings earlier that day.

Kaiba carefully made his way up the grand staircase, quietly entering his room and sitting down behind his desk, pulling open all the drawers, searching for anything that would jog his memory.

His fingers closed around a black metal box and he pulled it out, quickly flipping the latch. A deck of cards sat in the center of the box with matching black satin folds draping over the sides.

Kaiba picked it up and fanned the cards out along the surface of his desk, his heart pounding as his mind remained blank.

These were the cards that created the holograms...his holograms, he was sure of it. Kaiba carefully stared at every single card, turning them over in the light, reading them, running his fingers across the smooth surface, and then placing them down into a separate stack. Nothing.

Sighing, Kaiba shut the desk drawer and pulled open another compartment. This drawer held a single tablet and Kaiba slid it out, switching it on, watching as the password screen flashed at him in the darkness.

What was his password?

Kaiba clenched his teeth and typed in a series of numbers.
A red bar appeared across the screen indicating he had two tries left.

Seriously?! How the fuck could he not remember his own goddamn password!

Kaiba keyed in another series of numbers and held his breath. The screen flashed white and a series of icons appeared beneath his fingertips. He let his breath out in heavy sigh, deeply relieved.

He tapped around, opening all the files and documents he could see until he reached an untitled file. He opened it and realized it was a personal log of sorts.

He scanned the page, his eyes watering slightly at the sheer block of text on the screen.
There were several words in English, and a strange name stood out to him.

Atem.

The log was written several months ago, detailing a duel between Yugi and ...Atem.

Kaiba leaned back into his chair heavily, rubbing his eyes tiredly, his confusion rising higher as he continued reading.

He had written out every single card that had been used, and even what the people around him had said. He caught Joey's name here and there, along with a few other names he didn't recognize. Anzu...Ishizu...Honda...who the hell were these people?!

Kaiba had a feeling a simple web search wouldn't tell him. These were people he somehow knew, personally, given the way he had written this log. Who the fuck was Atem?! He had referred to Atem as the "nameless pharaoh", and that didn't fucking help one bit.

He read a line of text that made him laugh. The person in the log named "Ishizu" was spouting some kind of nonsense about a soul resting in peace.

Feeling awfully detached, Kaiba scrolled to the bottom of the log, reading about how Yugi had cried after having won the duel. He had also written about how he had sworn Atem had looked him right in the eye and smiled sadly.

Kaiba felt his skin crawl.

He continued reading, realizing his writing was becoming more and more frenzied and less comprehensible. He was rambling now, about how every time he thought it was Yugi, it wasn't, and how he would lay awake at night, tortured and conflicted, but now he knew. His name was Atem.

The log ended there and Kaiba palmed his face. Wow he was stupid. That was completely unhelpful.

The only person who would logically fit into this narrative would be Yami. But Mokuba had referred to Yami as Yami, and Yugi also referred to Yami by his name. So was...Yami, Atem? Or was Atem someone else entirely?

Kaiba furiously scanned the log again, coming across a sentence he had previously skipped.

"His eyes are beautiful."

Kaiba felt his chest constrict painfully as he read the sentence after it.

"I've been having trouble sleeping because of him. Yugi and his friends..."

Useless. It was just more of his own deranged rambles about how Atem would never consider him as anything other than a rival.

Kaiba set the tablet down heavily and slid his phone out from his pocket, thumbing through his contacts, looking for any of the names in the log.

None.

No Atem, no Anzu or Ishizu...not even Yugi.

Kaiba shut his eyes momentarily, cursing at himself. So, he knew these people personally, but not enough to have their names in his phone, but the way he had written in the log...sounded like he knew each and every single one of them, very personally. He had even wrote "typical Anzu..." in one section of the log.

Frowning deeply, Kaiba shut the tablet off and placed it back into the drawer, massaging his temples lightly. The way he had written about Atem sounded suspiciously like Yami. It was the only goddamn thing that made sense.

Kaiba kept his eyes shut and waited for a pounding headache to rip through his mind. Nothing. Great. More questions and no flashbacks. This was fucking terrible!

Kaiba let out a soft groan and leaned his head down along his desk, feeling the cold steel press into his cheek, his mind spinning.

"His eyes are beautiful."

Who else's eyes did he think were beautiful? Yami was the only person that came to mind. Was there a man he had been dating and had forgotten about? No, because that person would've at least called when the media began reporting his hospitalization….

Kaiba decided that it had to be Yami. If Yami was telling the truth, then according to this log, they were not lovers. They were not even friends. But Yami had opened up to him so easily the moment he stepped into the mansion, almost...instantaneously. This also didn't explain the crying.

Kaiba swallowed his anxiety and sat up quickly, his mind racing with unanswered questions as he headed back down the stairs and out into the garden.

He carefully approached the futon, his feet sinking softly into the grass. Kaiba slipped off his shoes and eased himself down beside Yami, slowly pulling the comforter up over his body.

Yami shifted and turned to face him sleepily, smiling softly at him in the darkness.

Kaiba's heart skipped a beat and he leaned his face forwards, his nose touching Yami's cheek, Yami's heated breath causing his heart race.

"Atem...?" Kaiba asked softly, blinking rapidly, his voice catching in his throat. Was Yami awake? Would he remember this in the morning?

Yami smiled and nodded drowsily, "Seto.."

Kaiba felt his world stop, his body frozen in place with deep shock. Yami's eyelids fluttered shut and his breathing evened out.

Yami was Atem; confirmed.

Kaiba leaned back against the futon heavily, trying to calm his pounding heart. In his log, he had detailed how he thought his feelings for Atem were one-sided. That...clearly wasn't true!

Kaiba gripped the comforter tightly. This meant that whatever he ended up remembering, probably wouldn't drive a wedge between them...right?

Kaiba felt a giant wave of uncertainty rise up and blanket him uncomfortably, threatening to suffocate him. He needed more information. He needed to regain his memory faster.

Kaiba shut his eyes, willing his mind to go blank. For now, he had Yami beside him, and his warmth was reassuring. Kaiba leaned closer towards Yami and wrapped an arm around his slender frame, his heart thumping rapidly in his chest. He felt himself drift off slowly, listening to the sound of the wind rustling through the trees surrounding them, lulling him into a deep sleep.


Yami heard the deafening echoes of birds chirping, sounding as if they were right by his ear.

He slowly cracked an eyelid open and saw a tiny sparrow hopping across the grass in front of his nose. Yami jerked awake, realizing he was naked, he sat up suddenly, his heart thudding loudly in his ears.
He then remembered they had fallen asleep outdoors and began to calm down, glancing around the garden, and down at Kaiba beside him, watching his shoulders rise and fall gently.

Yami looked up at the sky, which was turning a light blue-grey color. It was probably really early in the morning.
He laid back down carefully, feeling his cheeks sting in the morning cold.

Yami turned and buried his face deeper into Kaiba's chest, inhaling his light scent. He had the most wonderful dream last night.

Yami sighed and gripped Kaiba's shirt tightly, nuzzling his nose across the soft fabric, the chirping of the birds ringing in his ears.

In his dream, Kaiba had lovingly called him 'Atem'...and smiled handsomely at him. He hadn't had a dream like that in a while.

Yami shut his eyes tightly and listened to Kaiba's light breathing beside him.

He'd remembered having those dreams, months ago.
They had just stopped, and now...they had started again. He would wake up in the middle of the night, sweating, with Yugi deeply asleep in the bed across from him, none the wiser.

Those nights, he would head into the bathroom to quietly pleasure himself, desperately wishing...for this. Yami gripped Kaiba's shirt even tighter.

He was going wake Kaiba up with sex.
He didn't care if the sun hadn't risen yet. He had failed miserably last night, and today was another day.

Yami inched himself down lower, brushing his nose along Kaiba's abdomen, feeling along the curves of Kaiba's tight muscles. His heart leapt up into his throat and Yami swallowed tightly, snaking his hands around Kaiba's body, embracing him firmly.

He wiggled down lower beneath the sheets, lifting Kaiba's shirt upwards playfully and hooking his fingers through the band of Kaiba's pants. He glanced up, and Kaiba didn't move; still deeply asleep.

Yami quickly undid the button on Kaiba's pants, his hands shaking with anticipation as he lightly rolled Kaiba over onto his back, sliding the pants past Kaiba's ass with a great effort, finally tugging them down across his knees.

Triumphant, Yami quick straddled Kaiba's sleeping form, watching intently as Kaiba shifted slightly, still deeply asleep. Yami smirked. He didn't think Kaiba was such a deep sleeper. That, or the sex they had all day yesterday was exhaustive.

He quickly palmed his own erection, giving himself a firm rub, grinding himself roughly over Kaiba's crotch, watching Kaiba harden slowly beneath him, the outline of his dick showing clearly through the thin cotton of his boxers. Yami smiled in spite of himself, wondering how Kaiba would react when he woke up.

He glanced up suddenly as Kaiba shifted again and rolled his head to the side, still deeply asleep.

Still not awake? Yami thought wickedly, slipping a hand down into Kaiba's boxers and massaging his balls, watching one of his legs twitch. Yami slid himself lower and grazed his teeth across the outline of Kaiba's dick, feeling the fabric rub along his lips.

Kaiba still didn't move.

No? Yami thought mischievously and he pulled the waistband of Kaiba's boxers down lower, watching Kaiba's erection slide into view. Yami stared at it, elated. He leaned forwards and gave it a tentative lick, and Kaiba still didn't move.

Yami frowned, beginning to grow frustrated. This wasn't going to be any fun if Kaiba didn't wake up.

Yami spit in his hand and rubbed up and down along Kaiba's erect length, marveling at his girth, deeply satisfied as he watched Kaiba's entire penis grow slick and shiny with his saliva.

Yami could barely meet his fingers around Kaiba's shaft and the thought of Kaiba deep inside him excited Yami immensely.

Kaiba visibly frowned in his sleep and rolled his head in the other direction. Yami bit his tongue and inched himself closer up on Kaiba's legs, pressing his own dick right up against Kaiba's erection, giving them both firm rubs, tapping his fingertips tightly down on their tips, watching Kaiba roll his head to the side again, his frown deepening.

Wake...up. Yami growled internally, sliding himself back down and hovering above Kaiba's cock. He carefully spread Kaiba's legs apart, shoving his nose lower down towards Kaiba's crotch, licking tentatively as he went lower. Yami was going to put one of Kaiba's balls in his mouth, and if Kaiba still didn't wake up, he would sit on him and ride him until he woke up.

Yami pressed his nose into Kaiba's center, inhaling his sweet scent deeply, growing impossibly aroused. He flattened his tongue between Kaiba's testicles and licked. Kaiba's legs twitched around his head and Yami sucked lightly, opening his mouth wider, attempting to fit one of Kaiba's balls into his mouth.

Kaiba's legs came down hard over his head and Yami yelped in pain, raising his head quickly and glaring at Kaiba, who had shifted over onto his side, an arm tucked under his head, his breathing still deep and even.

Seriously?! Yami thought furiously, losing his patience and shoving Kaiba over onto his back and straddling him quickly again.

Yami licked his fingers and eased himself up higher, pressing one finger lightly into his hole. He realized he was surprisingly soft back there and he continued to stretch himself, staring down at Kaiba's handsome sleeping face.

He tentatively pressed a second finger into his hole and scissored his fingers, feeling himself stretch painfully. Yami bent forwards, his breath shallow as he shoved his fingers deeper into himself, feeling himself clench.

This...felt weird and uncomfortable. It felt better when Kaiba was doing it to him.

Yami leaned in closer towards Kaiba's sleeping face, placing a soft kiss along his cheek, watching Kaiba lay lifelessly beneath him. Yami felt his frustration rise to an all-time high. He eased down lower to spit on Kaiba's dick, watching his saliva drip down Kaiba's shaft and pool onto the futon beneath him.

Yami gave Kaiba another firm rub, glaring at his peaceful face, watching Kaiba frown in his sleep again.

Still not awake? Yami lost his patience and got up on his knees, his ass hovering over Kaiba's tip. He lowered himself down carefully and rubbed Kaiba's shaft sensually between his buttocks, feeling himself clench excitedly, and when Kaiba still didn't move, Yami raised himself up again and spread himself with both hands, carefully stretching his hole over Kaiba's tip.

Yami let his breath out in a soft hiss and he felt himself grow hot as he eased himself down along Kaiba's length, his stomach tensing pleasurably as he felt himself grow full, Kaiba's heat searing through him as he hit the base of Kaiba's shaft.

Kaiba's frown deepened and Yami tentatively bucked his hips forwards, shuddering with pleasure as a wave of heat ripped through his body from head to toe. Kaiba still ...wasn't awake!

Yami gasped and raised himself up halfway and sat down heavily, feeling Kaiba's tip hit his center and he shuddered again, his thighs quivering as he grew lightheaded and dizzy. This was fine. He could cum this way...Kaiba's dick was so hot inside him.

Kaiba shifted and frowned, feeling a searing warmth tickle his center, and he shook his head, his body still heavy with sleep. He swatted at the source tickling him from down under and tried to roll over again, but found that he couldn't. There was something heavy on top of him.

Yami raised himself up again and sat down heavily, rocking his hips forwards roughly, his dick grinding wetly against Kaiba's stomach. Kaiba reached a hand up to push him away and Yami grabbed Kaiba's hand, placing it on his dick and bucking forwards insistently, feeling his breathing grow erratic as he stared down at Kaiba's hand lightly draped over his erection.

Kaiba's hands...were beautiful. His fingers were slender and pretty, his nails were perfectly almond shaped and pink.

Yami felt a strange urge to rise up inside him.
He grabbed Kaiba's hand and placed two of Kaiba's fingers into his mouth, sucking lightly, rolling the pads of Kaiba's fingers along his tongue, feeling Kaiba's hand twitch in his grasp.

Yami bucked his hips forwards insistently, feeling Kaiba's dick slide deeper inside him and he bit down on Kaiba's finger, sucking fervidly.

Kaiba felt a strange wet sensation flicking across the pads of his fingers while a searing heat jolted up from his dick. He cracked an eyelid open and was met with a light orange sky. His eyelids remained heavily closed as the heat continued to travel up from his dick and spread thickly across his chest. Was he waking from a wet...dream?

He felt another jolt of pleasure rip though his groin and he lifted his eyelids slightly. Kaiba saw the tips of spiky hair graze across his vision and he jerked awake, feeling a small body grind heavily into him, and suddenly a thick, wet, hotness enveloped his penis.

Kaiba let out a strangled cry, his body spasming suddenly at the new sensation.

Kaiba blinked, his vision blurring in and out, staring at the sight of Yami's legs widely spread, with his dick leaking furiously down onto his stomach.

What the fucking...hell?!

Yami threw Kaiba a wicked grin, his eyes half-lidded and heavy with lust, "Oh good...you're awake."

Kaiba blinked again just as Yami raised himself up and rammed himself roughly down onto his shaft and Kaiba felt Yami clench erotically around the base of his dick. Oh..fuck. What a way to wake up.
Kaiba felt his breathing quicken instantly and his head rushed powerfully, his vision turning white as Yami slammed his hole down along his dick forcefully again.

Kaiba threw his head back and blinked rapidly, his ears ringing, staring up at the gradually brightening sky. Was Yami really fucking him at the break of dawn while the sun rose over their heads? This was...amazing.

"Touch me." Yami demanded breathlessly, grinding his hips forwards and lowering himself deeper onto Kaiba's shaft, grabbing Kaiba's hand and pressing it down along his wet arousal, pleased to see Kaiba lean his head back, lost in the feeling.

Kaiba nodded weakly and propped himself up on one elbow, reaching a hand forwards to palm Yami's leaking dick, circling his thumb over Yami's tip, his ears ringing louder as Yami rocked his hips forwards roughly.

A strange pressure began building behind Kaiba's ears, and he felt it wrap around his head completely as Yami lowered himself forcefully down onto him again, leaning his entire weight down along his shaft, causing hot streams of fire to shoot through his body violently.

Yami glanced down at his erection, noticing Kaiba's hand had stopped in its movements and he shoved his hips forwards, raising himself up all the way up on his knees, his thighs burning, feeling empty as Kaiba's dick slid completely out of his hole.

Kaiba shivered visibly and blinked, his eyes wide.

"Say...you want it." Yami said shakily, his arms trembling with effort to keep himself from falling face forward onto Kaiba's muscular chest.

Kaiba nodded weakly, his head spinning violently as Yami began blurring in and out of his vision terribly. "I want it." He whispered, his heart throbbing painfully in his ears. He wanted it so badly his dick began to throb. Everything hurt.

Yami gave Kaiba an appraising look before shoving himself downwards forcefully along Kaiba's length, watching Kaiba clench and arch upwards, crying out louder than Yami had ever heard him.
Kaiba was usually never vocal.
Pleased, Yami reached his hands down and spread himself wider, his thighs shaking with effort as he repeatedly shoved his hole down along Kaiba's dick which had grown slick with his wetness.

Kaiba felt the breath leave his body as his dick slid thickly into Yami's tight hole. His vision turned white and then green, as a resounding pain reverberated through his skull from back to front, just as Yami slammed his body downwards along his dick again.

Kaiba threw his head back into the futon and let out a yell as shudder of pleasure mixed pain ripped through his body. His vision faded into black for a full five seconds before the color slowly started returning around him.

Kaiba suddenly remembered...everything.

He gasped loudly, spots dancing above him in the sky, realizing Yami was still sitting heavily on top of him, his head throbbing violently in sync with the heavy beating of his heart. Kaiba blinked and blinked, his chest heaving as he felt Yami shiver on top of him, his nails digging into his chest.

Kaiba's breath hitched painfully in his chest as it suddenly hit him.
He was fucking... Yami.

The Other Yugi.

The pharaoh, Atem.

He had been fucking Atem!

Everywhere in the house! Every second they were awake! And now..was no exception. The sun was barely rising and they were, fucking..again.

Holy..fucking shit. Atem was gay. He couldn't pull out now..could he?

Kaiba felt his neck strain painfully as he struggled to sit up, the morning light burning into his eyes.

Yami shivered pleasantly as he felt Kaiba spasm beneath him. He watched Kaiba lean back a lie still for a moment before appearing to make huge effort to raise his head. Yami smirked, feeling powerful.

Yami raised himself up high once again, feeling Kaiba's tip flex as his hole slid sensually out over his dick. He knew Kaiba wanted it, and he was going to make Kaiba beg for it. He would force Kaiba to remember this moment, regardless if he wanted to or not, Yami would make sure of it.

Kaiba watched with bated breath as Yami hovered lewdly above his dick, smiling impishly. Kaiba's heart pounded so quickly in his chest it began to hurt. Happiness swirled mightily around inside his chest, so much that Kaiba felt like crying and laughing at the same time.

Damn. Now that he had his bearings, Yami was sexier than ever.

"Say...that you want me." Yami said readily, staring deeply into Kaiba's clear blue eyes, enjoying how his cheeks were lightly flushed with a deep pink color in the morning light.

If Kaiba with his memories could see this version of himself, he would scream, Yami thought darkly as he lowered himself just enough that Kaiba's tip slid along the rim of his hole.

"Say it." Yami demanded, rubbing the edge his hole wetly against Kaiba's tip again, feeling Kaiba shiver beneath him. He could do this all day. This version of Kaiba was so easy to manipulate, Yami almost felt bad, except...he didn't.

Kaiba bit his tongue and grit his teeth. Yami had been playing this game with him the moment he stepped into the house. This was fine, he would play along...for now.

Kaiba gave his dick an excited twitch, "Fuck me." He said breathlessly, eyeing Yami's pink, slender cock which was shining wetly back at him in the morning light.
Holy shit ...was he living in a real-life porn?! Yami's dick was so fucking pretty he couldn't tear his eyes away.

"No." Yami hissed, rising up on his knees and leaning forwards on his elbows, feeling himself clench emptily, "I want you to say...that you want me. Say it."

Yami placed a sloppy kiss along Kaiba's jaw and he felt Kaiba raise his hands to pull him in closer, almost too roughly, holding him firmly into place. Yami bit down hard along Kaiba's lower lip and felt Kaiba pull back slightly, glaring.

"Say. It." Yami enunciated, staring adamantly into Kaiba's cold gaze, reaching down to palm Kaiba's dick, giving it a slow sensual rub upwards. He felt Kaiba shudder and he smirked. Kaiba was purposely holding back...he wanted to be teased. This was so easy, too easy.

Kaiba rocked his hips upwards, his ears ringing slightly again as he gazed up into Yami's beautifully tanned face set nicely against the brightening sky and he felt his chest swell with emotion. How had they gotten here? Did it matter? All that mattered was that it never ended.

Kaiba felt Yami rub him sensually and he bit back a groan. He looked up into Yami's deep violet eyes and smiled devilishly, "I'll say it...after I cum."

Yami raised his eyebrows, dazzled by Kaiba's sparkling blue gaze.
"I can't trust you to do that. Say it now." Yami panted, giving Kaiba's dick a firm squeeze.

"I want to hear you say it to me, while you're like...this." Yami said as he squeezed Kaiba's dick again, feeling the tip leak heavily and leaned his face closer towards Kaiba, watching Kaiba blink hazily and throw him a defiant look.

"No?" Yami challenged, lifting his hand completely off from Kaiba's cock, feeling Kaiba shiver again beneath him, "Then I'm leaving. I'll take care of myself in the bathroom."

Kaiba's heart skipped a beat as his mouth went dry, "You're not doing that."

Yami nodded vigorously, reaching around to stroke himself shamelessly right across Kaiba's chest, feeling threads of pleasure shoot upwards through his body at his own touch, "Or I could finish here, right all over you, while you watch."

Kaiba narrowed his eyes and gripped the comforter beneath him. Or...he could push Yami down and fuck him thoroughly, the way he had always wanted to, the way he had always done in his dreams.

Yami felt himself flush as he continued to stroke himself faster, feeling as if he was about to cum. He would make good on his threat if Kaiba was just going to lay there and silently stare. This version of Kaiba was definitely more tame, which frustrated Yami even more. He stroked himself faster, quickly palming his tip, his breath quickening with each movement of his hand.

Kaiba let out a low guttural growl and sat up so quickly Yami lost his balance, falling over onto his side, his elbow hitting the futon painfully as Kaiba quickly reversed their positions; lifting Yami's legs up so high Yami could feel the backs of his thighs stretching enormously.

"No..!" Yami gasped, his stomach fluttering nervously. He had lost his position of control and Kaiba was now hovering over him, grinning evilly.

"What was it you wanted me to say again?" Kaiba asked playfully, palming Yami's balls warmly, giving them a firm squeeze. Soft...so soft. Kaiba gripped Yami's ankles together with one hand and draped Yami's slender legs over his left shoulder, running a hand down along the top of Yami's thigh, watching him shiver and squirm.

The shadow of the wall was pulling back slowly as the sun crept along the grass, shining along the red tips of Yami's hair, lighting them on fire.

Beautiful.

Kaiba pressed his penis right up against Yami's quivering hole, his hand sensually caressing up and down along Yami's legs, amazed at how soft his skin was. It was like nothing he had ever imagined. This was heavenly.

"S-Say it!" Yami insisted, bringing a hand down across Kaiba's fingers which were slowly trailing up his thigh. He needed to hear Kaiba say that he wanted to fuck him, even if he changed his mind later...Yami needed to hear it now.

Kaiba pressed himself lightly into Yami's entrance, feeling Yami's hole stretch deliciously around the head of his penis, "Was it...'I think..you're beautiful'?"

Yami shook his head vigorously as he brought his hands up to his mouth to suppress a cry as Kaiba slowly entered him, filling him up wonderfully with a burning heat.

"Or was it..." Kaiba pulled out slowly and thrust heavily once into Yami, watching him throw his head back and cry out lewdly, " 'You're amazing..' "

Yami bit the back of his hand painfully, and shook his head, his eyes tearing up suddenly as his heart fluttered in his chest, another cry threatening to burst out of his mouth. Kaiba was saying sweet things again...none of which were real.

Kaiba set his jaw tightly and began fucking Yami in earnest, gripping his thighs firmly and moving himself powerfully inside of Yami, feeling Yami clench and unclench around his shaft so deliciously, he felt a low curling pressure rise up in his stomach. He was going to cum just from thrusting into Yami a few times...unacceptable.

"Spread." Kaiba breathed, lifting Yami's legs off from his shoulder and pushing his knees apart. Yami obediently spread his legs, his thighs trembling with anticipation. He no longer cared what Kaiba said or did...he just wanted to be filled..again.

Kaiba entered Yami smoothly and bit back a shudder, feeling Yami push back onto his dick, arching his back, hands still covering his mouth. Holy shit Yami was so fucking tight.

Kaiba reached up to gently pry Yami's hands away from his face, "Don't do that." He said viciously, thrusting heavily into Yami once more, watching Yami cry out pleasurably, his voice echoing off the garden walls. Yes, this was what he wanted to hear. This was something he couldn't replicate in any of his dreams. Yami's lewd cries of passion...for him.

"Let me hear you say something nice..." Kaiba managed, through another powerful thrust, feeling himself tense and shiver. Fuck, he was going to cum…godammit!
Kaiba pulled out suddenly and forced himself to calm down, his heart pounding loudly in his ears.

Yami let out a strangled cry as he struggled to sit up. Kaiba's heat had left him too suddenly. "Put..it back! Put it back!" Yami cried desperately, squirming uncomfortably underneath Kaiba as his stomach clenched emptily so hard it was painful.

Kaiba felt his brow grow damp and he brushed the hair out of his eyes, smiling wickedly, "What?"

Yami let out an angry yell and he threw his arms around Kaiba's neck, pulling Kaiba down so forcefully, their foreheads knocked painfully together as their lips connected. Yami shoved his tongue insistently into Kaiba's mouth, feeling Kaiba smile against his lips.

Kaiba wavered for a moment with Yami's tongue press impatiently against his teeth, and he felt his control slipping. He kissed Yami furiously, tasting him deeply, inhaling Yami's sweet breath as their tongues slid erotically against one another. Kaiba felt his dick throb excitedly and he cursed internally. He was going to cum just from kissing Yami...what the fuck...no!

Kaiba pulled away and roughly shoved himself deep inside Yami, watching Yami's chest heave mightily as his hands grabbed at the futon beneath him. Again, and again, Kaiba pounded vigorously into Yami's tight hole, feeling his pre-cum slide wetly along the edge of his dick each time he entered Yami.

He felt Yami convulse and Kaiba leaned heavily forwards, his knuckles turning white as braced himself on the futon beneath them. Yami could feel heated tears sliding down his cheeks as he gazed up at the white sky while Kaiba passionately fucked him, each thrust making his heart leap out of his chest and setting his skin on fire. Amazing...

Kaiba hovered over Yami, spreading his legs as wide as they would go, lightly trailing a kiss down Yami's chest, roughly grabbing Yami's shaft and giving him a few vigorous pumps.

"Look..at me." Kaiba said through gritted teeth. He wanted to see Yami's face when he came. He was in full control of his bearings now and he wanted to savor each and every moment here, now, with Yami.
With Atem, the mighty...Pharaoh…who was writhing helplessly beneath him.

Yami eased his gaze downwards, Kaiba's face blurring heavily in his vision. Kaiba blinked, almost stopping in his motions completely. Yami's cheeks were wet...again! Why? Was he hurting? No, otherwise he would say something. What the hell?

"I-I love ..you..." Yami whispered, choking on his own words as Kaiba suddenly paused mid-thrust. "Please..s-say you love me.."

Kaiba felt a powerful clenching consume his body as he shuddered violently, on the brink of an orgasm.

"I..love you too." He gasped, gripping the flesh on Yami's thighs tightly, giving him a few more deliberate thrusts, feeling Yami tense and cum fiercely beneath him, shuddering and crying out his name.

Kaiba shoved himself so deeply into Yami he felt himself grow weak, his vision turning white again, his own name ringing in his ears.

Yami had called him Seto.

Yami's hole clenched around his dick greedily as Kaiba emptied himself fully, his entire body growing hot and cold all over at the same time as he trembled intensely, feeling his arms and legs give out almost immediately.

Kaiba placed a palm down onto the futon right beside Yami's shoulder, steadying himself, feeling Yami heave and shudder beneath him.

Yami watched Kaiba blink and wobble unsteadily above him, falling heavily down on top of him, his breathing ragged and uneven. Kaiba's ears were ringing again, a familiar pressure building behind his eyes. Fuck, was he going to have another blinding migraine?

Yami noticed Kaiba blinking rapidly and he panicked, quickly sitting up and cupping Kaiba's face in his warm hands, "I'm sorry...! You shouldn't push yourself."

Kaiba felt a laugh escape his throat, his chest burning as his heart pounded furiously in his chest as Yami's hands closed gently around his face. Too fucking late for that.

Kaiba carefully eased his still-erect penis out of Yami and sat back on his heels reaching up and pressing Yami's slender hands closer into his face. His vision turned green, and then faded into black once more, his temples throbbing.

Yami watched, terrified as Kaiba shut his eyes and cried out in pain.

The sex is causing his memory headaches! Yami realized with a guilty jolt, recognizing a pattern.

"Ah..fuck..!" Kaiba cursed, bringing his other hand up to grip his head, feeling the pain increase suddenly and then ease back down, spots swimming in front of his eyes. Shit. He really shouldn't be having sex this frequently. His memory might be back, but the concussion was still in full swing.

"Seto..?" Yami cried frantically, feeling Kaiba squeeze his hands tightly. The semen was beginning to dry across their bodies as the sun rose up high over the garden wall, shining down on them brightly. It was starting to grow warm.

Kaiba took a deep ragged breath, blinking as his vision steadily readjusted. He stared intently at Yami's tanned knee which was jutting out beneath him, slick with semen, which was beginning to dry clear across his dark skin.
Kaiba felt amazement slowly rise up inside him and steadily consume him.

This was not a dream. This was very real.
This was Atem. The pharaoh.

The man's who's face haunted his dreams for many a sleepless night was sitting naked across from him, covered in their semen, on the futon he had brought out last night, in hopes that they would fuck while stargazing.

"Are you...did you...remember anything?" Yami asked shakily, feeling his arms grow numb. Kaiba hadn't started yelling, he hadn't jumped back in fear or anger. Perhaps he didn't remember anything, after all, Yami knew Kaiba's memory flashes were all brief pieces of events.

"I'm not sure." Kaiba lied, feeling himself quickly return to normal. He would have to lay off the rigorous sex with Yami...at least for the next few days and probably head into the hospital for a check-up.

Kaiba cursed as he remembered the call from his secretary. He had a contract to sign with Mistubishi Motors. He had failed to launch the AI he had spent all winter creating. But on the bright side...Yami was sitting naked across from him.

"What did you see?" Yami asked quietly, lowering his arms and covering his modesty.

Kaiba bit back a laugh when he noticed this, and he lifted his head to meet Yami's gaze, watching Yami's reaction carefully, choosing to lie, "Holograms...again."

Yami blinked and nodded, looking stressed, "Did the holograms have names?"

Kaiba frowned slowly, realizing that Yami was testing him. He gazed steadily into Yami's violet eyes, watching them slowly grow wet at the corners. It suddenly dawned on him that Yami probably didn't want him to remember, at least, not yet. Was that why he was asking so many probing questions? That still didn't explain the crying...

"I don't know." Kaiba lied steadily, standing up carefully, glad to see that the strength had returned to his legs.
Kaiba silently vowed to re-do everything they had done together the moment Yami had entered the house, starting with a bath.

If he had the rest of the week off, he was going to thoroughly enjoy it with Yami constantly naked beside him, his concussion be damned.

Yami watched Kaiba stand fluidly and his anxiety slowly melted away.

"Where are you going?" Yami called, watching Kaiba step carefully over the gravel, fully nude, barefoot. He bit back a laugh as he raked his eyes shamelessly across Kaiba's muscular backside. This wasn't something he'd see every day.

"Running us a bath. Stay there." Kaiba said, throwing Yami a charming grin over his shoulder, striding purposefully into the house.

Yami watched him go, his heart thudding painfully in his chest. Kaiba's smile left an imprint across his mind as he blinked steadily, feeling relief well up inside him. Kaiba was still his normal blank-slate self.

How many headaches had Kaiba had since he had entered the house? Yami counted three. Once on the couch, another time after they had sex yesterday upstairs, and another one just now. The sex needed to stop.

Yami shivered and hugged himself, unsure if he could stop.

I'll push him away the next time he initiates, Yami chanted to himself, staring at their puddles of clothes lying around the futon, the sun warming his back pleasantly.

He would hold the memory of this love-making session dear to his heart. If they never made love again, Yami vowed to himself that he would be fine with it.

Upstairs, Kaiba leaned heavily against the edge of the marble bathtub, his vision once again fading in and out. His legs gave out and Kaiba sat his bare ass down along the cold bevel, his shoulders heaving as he took deep ragged breaths. He leaned forwards to switch the water on, making sure to plug the stopper, watching as the clear water swirled mightily around in the tub.

Holy..fuck, holy shit, Kaiba chanted to himself, reeling as he was bombard with memories of the last few days he had spent with Yami, starting with the suggestive kiss at the hospital. Yami had..approached him claiming to be his lover..!

Kaiba's head pounded heavily and he shut his eyes, his ears ringing unpleasantly, the loud rushing water drowning out his own thoughts as Yami's angry face flashed across his mind.

"We actually fight..a lot. We're not lovers..."
Yami's voice echoed through his head and Kaiba tightened his grip over the edge of the marble bathtub. Well no shit. Yami had pushing him away with his words...but now, all of a sudden, his behavior had changed completely. He was initiating sex, regardless of the time and place.
Now, they were acting like lovers, one hundred percent.

Kaiba stared down into the tub, watching the water slowly rise, uncertainty swirling around in his chest.

This was a golden opportunity, to win the pharaoh over. He could show Yami how much he cared about him, in his own way. After all, he had the pharaoh to himself for an entire week.

Kaiba swirled a hand around in the water, checking the temperature, his spirits rising higher with the water swirling around in the tub. His temporary bout of amnesia was a blessing in disguise.

Outside in the garden, Yami hugged his knees and shuddered again, even though the sun was warming his back nicely. He wasn't sure could take the image of Kaiba with a woman on his arm. He still didn't know if Kaiba had any women in his life...perhaps he ought to ask now. Would Kaiba even be able to answer?

Suddenly, Kaiba appeared in the doorway again, a white towel wrapped around his waist, taking one long stride over the gravel and onto the grass.

"Oh..!" Yami exclaimed, moving to stand up.

Kaia approached the futon carefully and bent down, slipping his arms around Yami's shoulders, enjoying how his skin shone in the sunlight, "I'll carry you."

Yami shook his head fervently, his face flushing, "I can walk!"

Kaiba let out a light laugh and pressed his lips warmly across Yami's forehead, feeling Yami shiver in response, "Not after that...you can't."

Yami opened his mouth to protest but then quieted, remembering that this version of Kaiba enjoyed carrying him everywhere. So be it.

Kaiba smirked as he watched Yami appear to struggle with himself before complying. Kaiba swept him up in his arms, amazed at how light Yami was. He carefully walked towards the glass door, taking one long step over the gravel and into the house, his heels thudding softly across the hardwood floors.

Yami gazed up at Kaiba lovingly, looping his arms tenderly around Kaiba's neck, pulling himself closer, feeling wonderfully warm. This was nice...being strongly carried everywhere was nice.

Kaiba glanced down at Yami as he carefully walked up the steps, feeling Yami gaze steadily upwards at him. He felt himself heat up wonderfully and he smiled down gently at Yami, delighted as he watched Yami blush and look away.

Yami felt Kaiba elbow the door aside and step into the bathroom, the wonderful smell of roses and honey drifted up from the bathwater and Yami's eyes widened excitedly.

Kaiba noticed this and smiled secretly, carefully lowering Yami onto the first step of the bathtub, watching the milky water rise up around the pharaoh's slender waist.

"You like that?" Kaiba asked, knowing the answer was fully 'yes'.

Roses, honey, fruits, and sweets. Now that he had Yami here, it was easy for Kaiba work his way into the pharaoh's heart. He had done his research months ago; the true obstacle was getting close to Atem, close enough so that the dweeb squad wouldn't fuck shit up for him.

Kaiba looked down and watched Yami turn a pleasant shade of pink, carefully inching himself down onto another step, the water rising up to his chest.

"Thank you...Kaiba." Yami said, looking up through his spiky blonde bangs and smiling awkwardly.

Kaiba felt his eyelid twitch in annoyance as he heard Yami call him by his surname again.

"Seto." He responded firmly, stepping onto the step beside Yami, feeling the hot water sting his calves.

"Right." Yami said quickly, feeling himself redden. The water sloshed lightly up around the rim of the expansive bathtub as Kaiba sat down beside Yami, gazing out over the edge of the water, enjoying the heat surrounding them.

Kaiba's mind began racing frantically, wondering what they could talk about that wouldn't instantly give himself away.

Yami sighed contentedly and leaned his head on Kaiba's shoulder, stretching his legs out in front of him, flexing his toes, enjoying the hot water rushing between them.
This was so nice...he was bathing together with Kaiba.

Kaiba eyed Yami's slender legs floating in the water, his heart pounding in his ears, unable to tear his eyes away. Apparently, Yami had let his guard down enough to act this casually around him.

"You're...beautiful." Kaiba felt himself say before he could stop himself.

Shut..up! Kaiba berated himself, gripping the marble step tightly beneath him, feeling himself heat up instantly with embarrassment.

Yami threw him a dazzling smile, water dripping off from the tips of his blonde bangs as he let out a light laugh which echoed pleasantly around them.

Yami linked his arm loosely through Kaiba's elbow and ran his palms up and down along Kaiba's toned arms, feeling Kaiba tense beneath his touch. Yami smirked playfully, giving Kaiba's bicep a firm squeeze, "Let me wash you all over."

Kaiba felt his mouth dry so quickly he let out a cough, "W-what?"

"Let me touch you everywhere." Yami demanded, blinking firmly at him, his violet eyes shining. "Please..." Yami wanted memorize every curve along Kaiba's body, and this was the best way he could think of doing it. He would bathe Kaiba thoroughly, and stamp everything permanently into his memory.

Kaiba swallowed thickly. Yami didn't need to say please for anything. He nodded stiffly and stood carefully, the water running off his body in long streams as he stepped out of the tub. He grabbed a washcloth and two glass bottles from the counter by the sink and hurried back to the edge of the tub.

Kaiba carefully set them down along the bevel, watching Yami light up instantly.

"Sit here." Yami insisted, patting the step beside him, the water splashing merrily around his hand, "And let me do as I please."

Yes, your majesty. Kaiba thought, secretly overjoyed as he stepped carefully back into the bathtub and sat down lightly on the step beside Yami, the water lapping warmly up against his chest.

Yami suddenly stood up and walked up onto the step directly behind Kaiba, the water splashing heavily around his ankles as he moved quickly.

Kaiba blinked, startled, "Be careful, you'll slip!"

Yami shook his head and hovered behind Kaiba, feeling triumphant. He quickly grabbed the glass bottle and poured a generous glob of soap onto his palm, quickly running his hands through Kaiba's light brown hair.

Kaiba felt the cold liquid touch his scalp and he jumped, wincing as soap suds streamed down the sides of his face. "H-Hey..!" He cried angrily, craning his neck to glare at Yami.

Yami's hands tightened in his hair, "Stay still." He commanded firmly, his arms trembling with emotion, "I'm starting from up here."

Kaiba froze, as he realized, Yami really intended to wash him everywhere, starting from his head, all the way down to his toes. He flushed deeply and lowered his head so far down until his chin touched the water. Yami's hands were gentle in his hair, almost...loving.
His fingers raked sensually across his head, and Kaiba shivered, his face heating up as Yami's hands slipped across his scalp again, sending another tremor through his body.

Kaiba couldn't remember the last time he had been touched this lovingly before. He felt his eyes tearing up heavily as he dipped his chin lower into the water, watching the suds float around his face as Yami continued to earnestly wash his hair.

Kaiba blinked, feeling a hot tear curl down his face as his heart thudded painfully in his chest. Was he dreaming? No...this was real.

He felt Yami pulling at his hair and Kaiba felt himself grow hard in spite of himself.

"Done." Yami said proudly, sinking his hands into the water beside Kaiba's shoulder, watching the suds float off his arms. "Do you like it?"

Kaiba tilted his head, confused. Yes, he did, immensely. He nodded, turning to smile up at Yami, who shook his head, asking him again, "Do you like it? Look!" Yami pointed at Kaiba's reflection in the water and Kaiba received a slight shock.

Yami had lifted his hair up into a comical, single spike; soap suds clung to his cheekbones as Kaiba stared at down at his own wavering reflection, shocked.

Kaiba let out a shout of laughter and doubled over in the water, choking and gasping for air.

Yami smiled widely, enjoying the sounds of Kaiba's laughter bouncing off the walls around them in the spacious bathroom.

"I'll wear...my hair like that in public..!" Kaiba gasped, feeling another bout of laughter rising up in his chest threatening to spill out, "Just..for you."

It was Yami's turn to laugh, and he almost slipped on the top step in his mirth, but Kaiba reached up and steadied him, wrapping a strong arm around his legs.

"I'm not done!" Yami protested, gripping Kaiba's shoulders tightly as he felt Kaiba lower him back down into the water.

"My turn." Kaiba grinned evilly as he reached around for the washcloth, sinking it quickly into the water.

"Kaiba!" Yami cried angrily, moving to stand on the step again, watching as Kaiba dipped his head beneath the surface and stand suddenly, beads of milky water running down his muscular frame, his light brown hair dripping heavily across his face.

Kaiba ran a hand through his wet hair, pushing it back along his brow, smiling handsomely at Yami. Yami felt his heart skip a beat as he watched Kaiba flip his hair back along his brow. So...handsome...

"Come here." Kaiba said playfully, wrapping a hand around Yami's calf and pulling Yami's tanned leg towards him in the water. "I'll start down here, and work my way up."

Yami glared and shook his head, yanking his leg back away from Kaiba's grasp."I..wasn't done!"

"Too bad." Kaiba said blandly, pouring a soap along the washcloth, moving to sit up on the bevel of the tub, "Leg." Your majesty, Kaiba thought secretly, smirking as he watched Yami blush and tentatively lift a leg out of the water, leaning his back along the wall.

He gripped Yami's leg carefully and began scrubbing in light circles, making sure to wrap the washcloth around Yami's heel and then run it along the bottom of Yami's foot.

Kaiba watched Yami's toes curl, Yami's laugh ringing out around them, "That..tickles!"

Kaiba smiled and worked his way up Yami's leg in gentle circles, the suds lathering up wonderfully, the washcloth dipping down into the water as he went higher up along Yami's leg.

"Sit up here." Kaiba patted the highest step and Yami moved obediently to sit in front of him, his face flushed, his mouth turned upwards into a content smile.

Kaiba leaned upwards and pressed a soft kiss along Yami's cheek and Yami blushed even deeper, reaching his hands up to pull Kaiba closer to him. Yami hovered his lips over Kaiba's mouth for a moment before kissing him deeply, carefully dragging his lips across Kaiba's lower lip, tasting Kaiba's sweet breath on the tip of his tongue.

No..! Yami thought angrily to himself, gripping Kaiba's hair tightly, Not this..again! Would Kaiba want to make love to him in the water? The thought excited Yami immensely and he forced himself to calm down.

Kaiba shut his eyes, losing himself in the feeling of Yami's warmth engulfing him fully, parting his mouth and pressing himself up closer towards Yami, feeling a giant wave of need rise up inside him.
No..he couldn't. Kaiba knew he was going to end up fucking Yami in the water and made an enormous effort to pull away, gazing down at Yami's flushed face, his violet eyes flashing suggestively at him.

"We're getting out." Yami said firmly, pulling his leg out of Kaiba's reach, lowering it back down into the water carefully, feeling the hot water sting his thighs. He wasn't going to risk another memory headache from Kaiba.

Kaiba blinked and frowned. Yami caught this and frowned back, "Your headaches look really painful. Let's get out before you have another one."

Kaiba deepened his frown and leaned himself closer against Yami, feeling Yami back away steadily, "My headaches will go away eventually. Let's enjoy ourselves now."

Fear shot through Yami's chest as he pushed Kaiba away gently, shaking his head, "You'll hurt yourself."

Kaiba paused for a moment, then relented, easing himself off of Yami and sitting back along the step. He watched as Yami stepped quickly out of the tub and grabbed a towel, wrapping it firmly around his waist, his blonde bangs obscuring his face. Kaiba saw Yami's hands tremble as he tightened the towel around himself. There it was again...the strange behavior.

"What are you so afraid of?" Kaiba asked suddenly, turning to lean up against the bevel, not making a move to exit the bath.

He watched Yami's adam's apple jump in his throat as he swallowed nervously.

"I don't want you to hurt yourself." Yami repeated dully, as if reciting from a script.

Kaiba furrowed his brow in confusion, "You didn't answer my question."

Yami raised his head and looked deeply into his eyes. Kaiba noticed they looked wet in the corners...again.

"Don't worry about it." Yami said quietly, "You're right. Let's enjoy our time together."
You won't miss me when your memories return, Yami thought viciously, turning a heel and striding out of the bathroom, tears blurring in his vision.

Kaiba watched Yami leave and he sat very still, listening to the echoing splashes of the water around him. He wasn't crazy, Yami was definitely acting strange.


Author's note:

The jet lag is reaall! But I am back and publishing on schedule again!

(Next chapter will be going up on Monday 9.25.17!)

Struggles on an airplane in economy class (to Asia) when u is sitting next to an Asian watching you furiously typing/writing smut and they ask if you're doing homework.

And u say yes.
And then they tell u what a good kid they think u are. (Like, I just wrote the words "wet dick"! What kind of hw am I doing exactly?!)

Struggles on an airplane in economy class (coming back from Asia) and you're sitting elbow to elbow with an American who can read everything on your screen and u is writing gay smut, and they proceed to awkwardly ignore you and not speak to you at all. (This totally didn't happen me I'm not speaking from experience *nervous laughter*)

Reviews, thoughts, critiques, are appreciated! thank you to everyone who followed/favorited! Motivates me to no end!

xxxcrimsondreamsxxxx to answer your question about the title of this fic, I honestly didn't know what else to call it, so...Case. Number. 1. Was all I could come up with at the time xD HAHAHAAHA CREATIVE RIGHT?! xD