Author's Note: Does anyone else have a nearly inexplicable propensity for being carried away on a whim? Well, I do! I had no intention of including a chapter about this, but then the idea popped into my head, and the next thing I knew my fingers were flying voraciously across my keyboard. I'm exhausted, and yet here I am writing in the dead of night when I have class tomorrow. You guys had better show me some love for this, ha ha. I think I'm going to title this 'The Forgotten Chapter' or something equally dramatic. Seriously, this was about as unintentional as it gets. You're going to love it, though.

I am dedicating this particular chapter to my personal muse (her name might be Katie, but that is yet to be determined). Clearly she had an incredibly pervy dream at some point and decided to insert it (sex joke intended) into my head. You have her to thank for this chapter.

Also, I hit 100 reviews! Thanks to my 100th reviewer: Zadarangs. I was so delighted, I updated early for you guys. =D

The city was a veritable maelstrom of activity, like an anthill that had been disturbed. Droves of pedestrians crowded the sidewalks, and cars inched along the streets like herds of metal beasts. It was the first truly gorgeous day of the season: not a cloud in sight, breezy enough to combat the heat from the sun, and the sky was so blue it looked surreal. It seemed every member of Domino's population was taking advantage of this unseasonably beautiful day. Children skipped by the sides of their parents, couples strolled the streets hand-in-hand, and chattering groups of teenagers hovered aimlessly on every street corner.

Two individuals in particular looked glaringly out of place in this picturesque scene. One lounged against the front of a little boutique with his long arms crossed over his chest and his left leg crooked to place the bottom of his boot against the wall. His feline green eyes were watching his companion pace back and forth from beneath a curtain of thick black eyelashes. His ear-length red hair was glowing like copper wire in the sunlight, and his skin was the color of fresh cream. He was dressed in all black, but his outfit was anything but bland. An unbuttoned vest hung from his shoulders, his tank top was ripped to reveal sections of flawless abdomen, his tight pants glinted with chains and zippers, and his wrists were coated in jelly bracelets.

"I don't think I've ever seen you this nervous, babe," the gorgeous redhead drawled to his equally beautiful companion. The other man was shorter, but his multi-colored spiky hair nearly compensated for their difference in height. He was dressed in red metallic pants and what would have been a nice white dress shirt had it not been artfully splattered with black paint. A black tie patterned with red skulls hung loosely from his neck, completing his formalwear-turned-punk ensemble.

"I didn't want to go to this stupid thing in the first place," the other man growled, running his hands through his wild hair for the tenth time, "and I certainly don't want Kaiba to buy a whole new suit for me just for one fucking party. Plus, this is the first time I'm going to see my old friends in…" He trailed off, and his face scrunched up into a look of worried concentration. He racked his brain but came up with nothing but blurry nights and an obliterated concept of time. He honestly couldn't remember.

The redhead pushed off from the wall and sauntered over to his friend. It was only a few steps, but he somehow managed to put a sexy sway in his hips. He wrapped his ivory arms around the other man's waist, forcing him to stop pacing. A few people stopped to stare at the blatant show of affection, and a mother even covered her child's eyes.

"It's going to be fine, Yami," he purred. "Even if it sucks, we can haul ass to the nearest bar the second things turn sour."

Yami gave his friend a small smile. "Alcohol is your answer to everything, Gabe. I get the feeling it's all part of some elaborate ploy to get me wasted and then take advantage of me."

"Be realistic, babe." Gabe smiled, showing off his dimples. "You can't rape the willing."

The Egyptian laughed. "You raise an excellent point. I think Kaiba would have you killed, though, and you're far too beautiful to die."

"Ain't that the truth. Your boyfriend seems like the Fatal Attraction sort, in a sexy, brooding way."

"He's not my-"

"Yami!" A familiar voice miraculously managed to carry over the buzzing crowd. Yami immediately stepped out of Gabe's embrace and searched around him until he located its source. He spotted a familiar head of outrageous blond hair sticking out of the crowd about a block down. Joey and Tristan were waving frantically at him, and around them were the tops of two shorter heads that he recognized: Tea and Yugi.

Yami waved back and beckoned the group over, then he turned to Gabe. "Remember to play nice, sweetheart. Don't scare them, and try not to mention anything involving booze or sex."

"Well, there goes half of my vocabulary."

Yami looked back just in time to see Joey shamelessly elbowing his way through the throngs of people with the others trailing behind him. His heart fluttered nervously, but he could see that they were all smiling. In truth, the sight of them alone filled him with relief. After spending so many hours in the company of sin itself, it was refreshing to think back to simpler times and the people that had always been there to help him.

"Lookin' sharp, Yami!" Joey called as he reached the front of the boutique. He grinned his usual goofy grin and then glanced over at Gabe. His brown eyes sparkled with a mixture of surprise and naïve astonishment as he took in the redhead's provocative appearance. "Who's your friend?"

Yami started to answer but was interrupted by something small and hard slamming into his midsection. He stumbled back but managed to catch himself just before he and the other object tumbled into the streets. He looked down and saw Yugi wrapped around him like a belt, his young face split into a million-watt smile.

The Egyptian smiled back and enthusiastically returned the hug. "I've missed you too, little one."

"Hey, don't hog all the hugs for yourself, Yugi," Tea said with a laugh as she threw her arms around him as well. "Long time no see, stranger! Glad you're still in one piece" She stepped back and looked him up and down. "You look really good. How have you been?"

"More importantly," Tristan chimed in, "where have you been? It feels like it's been ages since we saw you last!"

"I'm truly sorry for my absence, my friends," Yami replied, looking chagrined. "I've been working with Kaiba on obtaining my own identity, and I'm afraid the process is more complicated than we originally assumed."

It wasn't a complete lie… just mostly.

"Oh yeah, Yugi told us about that," Tea said with a smile. "I'm amazed you even got him to agree to help. Did you have to sell your soul to Kaiba Corp first?"

Yami smiled mysteriously. "Something like that." He looked down at Yugi, noting that the other boy still hadn't said anything. Yugi had an amused twinkle in his eyes, though the pharaoh couldn't begin to guess why.

Yugi finally released his vice-like grip and stepped back to join the ranks of his friends. He was smiling so brightly, it was impossible not to smile back. "It's great to see you, Yami. My room feels empty without you. How's that friend you said you've been staying with?"

"That would be me," Gabe cut in smoothly. Four pairs of eyes widened as the older man confronted them with his trademark impish grin. "I'm Gabriel. Feel free to call me Gabe, or babe, or baby, or really anything you please. I've been looking forward to meeting you guys, especially you, Yugi." Yami had to keep himself from rolling his eyes as Gabe winked at Yugi, making the smaller teen break out into a furious blush. "I can see where Yami gets his good looks from. Are you sure you aren't his sexy younger brother or something?"

Yugi sputtered a string of unintelligible sounds that might have been words had he been able to get beyond the first syllables. The four teens looked uncertainly at Yami, and he forced a smile to his face. "Gabe has been kind enough to let me stay with him while I get my life together. Between the financial burden of having another mouth to feed and the late nights all this work has made me keep, I figured it was a reasonable temporary solution. I didn't want to cause the Mutou family unnecessary trouble."

"You certainly have been working hard lately, sweetheart," Gabe teased, grinning wickedly. "Not that I'd know, considering how little I see of you these days. I almost feel neglected."

Yami elbowed the redhead and gave him a venomous glare. Before he was forced to explain, Yugi seemingly recovered from his shock and piped up, "You know you're always welcome in my home, but it's great that you're making new friends."

"Yeah," Joey chuckled, "it probably keeps you sane after spending half the day with Kaiba. I want to punch something anytime I spend more than ten minutes with that frigid robot."

"He's not that bad," Yami said with a shrug, noticing that Gabe and Yugi were both watching him closely. Surprisingly, they were each wearing almost identical sly smiles. The Egyptian didn't particularly care for the juxtaposition between his salacious bar mate and his innocent young friend.

Tristan clapped Yami affectionately on the back. "You're just saying that because you owe him for doing you this favor. Honestly, you must be the most patient person in the world to put up with him every day, even if you do need him."

"We owe him now, too," Yugi chirped. "He's the one who invited us to this fancy party after all, and he even offered to pay for our suits."

"Probably because he doesn't want us to show up in street clothes and embarrass him," Tea giggled. "I'm tempted to do it just to see the look on his face."

Yami laughed. "Please don't antagonize Kaiba until I'm finished with him. After I have my own identity, you can dance naked in his front yard for all I care."

"Speakin' of which," Joey said, glancing towards the boutique behind them, "is this where we're supposed to get our suits and Tea's dress and all? It looks a little plain for somewhere Kaiba shops."

Yami shrugged. "Apparently they make beautiful custom pieces here. Kaiba told me all we have to do is mention that he sent us, and we'll be treated like royalty."

"I'm up for some royal treatment!" Tristan struck an excited pose. "Let's do this thing!"

Joey, Tristan, Gabe and Tea all headed into the shop, but before Yami could follow, he felt a tug on his shirt. He looked down and saw that Yugi hadn't moved.

"What is it, little one?"

Yugi waited until the others had all entered the boutique before he answered. "I've really missed you, Yami. I hope you've been alright."

The Egyptian smiled. "Your concern touches me. I'm so sorry I haven't been in contact. Life is just…" he searched for the proper words, "…much more hectic than I expected."

Yugi smiled. "I understand. You've had five thousand years to forget what it's like to be human. It's natural that you'd need some time to adjust, and I applaud you for wanting to find your way on your own instead of relying on us."

Yami reached out and pulled his little friend into a hug, too touched for words. Leave it to Yugi to understand him completely without him even needing to explain.

When he finally released him, the smaller teen was grinning in a way that reminded him of Gabe. It made Yami instantly wary.

"Yami, can I ask you something personal?"

The Egyptian blinked. "Of course."

"Well, I was just thinking… um… while you've been busy making a new life for yourself…"

Yami's eyebrows knit neatly together. "Yugi… what are you getting at?"

The smaller teen glanced around as if he were checking for eavesdroppers, then he leaned in and whispered, "Are you and Kaiba… dating?"

Yami's mouth dropped open. "Durrrrrrr…?" He struggled for words only to discover he had literally none.

Yugi blushed and began to stammer, "Well, I just figured that since you've been spending so much time with him, and you've been dressing differently, and I haven't see you in so long, and I remembered what you said about him kissing you during Battle City…" He rubbed the back of his head, still blushing furiously. "I mean, now that you have your own body… you guys could… you know… be together. I'm sure it would do Kaiba some good to be around real people instead of machines."

Yami had to smile. "I should have known you'd put two and two together eventually." He felt his own cheeks color slightly as he tried to think of a way to explain himself. "We're not dating, per se. I mean, we certainly have been seeing a lot of each other, and I suppose we have some kind of relationship… I just wouldn't call it something as formal as dating."

Yugi's eyes widened innocently. "Then what would you call it? Do you do things together? Talk? Has he kissed you again?"

Yami had to take a deep breath to keep from laughing outright. This was possibly the most awkward conversation he'd ever attempted to have. How could he possibly explain this to the chaste teen? "We've kissed again, yes. Uhh, beyond that, I'd really rather not have to talk about it."

Yugi nodded solemnly. "I understand. It's really none of my business anyways. I was just curious. I wouldn't have asked at all, but I never really took you for the modest type. I'm sorry I intruded."

Yami had never before been so grateful that Gabe was not around. The redhead would have simply died at the mention of the Egyptian and modesty in the same sentence.

Yami clapped his hands nervously together. "We should get inside before all the good clothes are gone!"

The two boys entered the boutique only to discover that the others were still in the expensively-decorated lobby. It looked like the inside of a small museum: cold, clean, and sterile. A tight-lipped woman in a black suit was standing with her arms folded in front of the mahogany check-out counter. Her dark hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and the eyes behind her rectangular glasses were shrewd.

"I'm sorry, sir," she said to Joey, "but we serve only the finest clientele in Domino City. You cannot simply waltz in here off the street, especially dressed like that."

"Listen here, lady," Joey growled, his fists clenched at his side, "just because we're young doesn't mean you can treat us like a bunch of hooligans. You're lucky we're even still willing to give you our business after this!"

"What's the problem here?" Yami asked, striding forward. He slipped in front of Joey and put a hand on his chest to keep him from doing anything rash.

He saw the saleswoman look him up and down and frown. "I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you all to leave. We serve by appointment only, and I highly doubt any of you children are here to seriously shop."

Yami's lips twitched up into a faint smile, and his eyes took on the legendary regal gleam that usually meant he had his opponent cornered. He raised his chin and straightened to his full elegant height. "Your one appointment today was made by Seto Kaiba himself for a man named Yami and his five guests."

The woman's mouth dropped open. She didn't have to glance at the clipboard in her hand to verify his information. Yami didn't doubt for a second that Kaiba had insisted that the boutique clear all of its other appointments that day in order to ensure he got their full service. The woman had probably spent her entire morning waiting for their arrival.

Yami folded his arms smugly over his chest. "By now I presume you have figured out that there's no way I could have known that unless the appointment was mine. I'm Yami, these are my five guests, and I suggest you begin compensating for your rudeness before I have to inform Kaiba of the terrible service I received here. I'm sure it would cost you dearly to lose his business."

The woman, to her credit, recovered instantly from her shock. Her face transformed into a look of warm invitation that Yami might have believed was genuine were he not an expert on calling bluffs.

"Welcome to Bella Rosa Boutique, sir." She was nothing but solicitude and syrupy politeness now that her job was riding on her performance. "My name is Camille, and it is my pleasure to serve you today."

"I'm certain it is." Yami gestured languidly towards Tea. "If you'd be so kind as to serve the lady first, the rest of us are going to browse through your selection on our own. We'll come find you if we need anything."

The woman looked loathe to let them anywhere near her wares without supervision, but at this point she was far from arguing. She directed Tea towards a selection of elegant evening gowns in a room to the right while the men ventured off to the left to look through rows and rows of suits in every color and style imaginable.

"Nice going there, Yami," Joey called from a rack of silk ties that reached from the floor to the ceiling. "It's good to know some things never change. I thought she was going to have a conniption."

"Do you even know what 'conniption' means?" Tristan asked as he held an atrocious powder blue suit up to his body. Yami ignored them all and walked directly to a series of charcoal black suits with red silk lining. He selected one with a subtle pattern of red pinstripes and high, Italian-style lapels. It was stunning to say the least: aristocratic yet edgy. The cut left room for broad shoulders that tapered to a narrow waist and would flatter virtually any body type. Yami already knew this was going to be his suit.

He glanced around and saw that his friends had all made selections as well: Joey picked a characteristically flashy white suit, Yugi went with a traditional black tuxedo, and Tristan thankfully ditched the powder-blue monstrosity in favor of a simple gray three-piece. Gabe, as if determined to thumb his nose at the very idea of finery, picked an extravagant royal purple suit made entirely out of velvet. The color would contrast stunningly with his hair and eyes, but that wouldn't keep him from looking like he belonged in a cartoon.

As if on cue, Camille reappeared in the room and said, "Gentlemen, if you have all made your selections, please allow me to show you to your fitting rooms. The lady has already chosen her gown and is waiting for you in the lobby."

The five men all filed out of the room only to find Tea grinning smugly near the entrance with a plastic garment bag slung over her arm.

"Did ya find somethin' good?" Joey joked.

The dancer nodded but refused to show them her dress. She insisted that it would have to be a surprise on the actual night, and no amount of cajoling from the boys would sway her. Before they could pester her further, Camille ushered them all towards four curtained chambers in a back room behind the check out counter. Yami sat outside on a cushioned French armchair while the others struggled into their finery, some more noticeably than others. Camille actually had to walk in on a half-naked Joey to keep him from ripping his pants apart in an effort to get them onto his legs.

Gabe emerged first, suggesting that despite his street-walker reputation, he was more accustomed to formalwear than any of the others. Yami had to admit, as unorthodox as his suit was, the color was divine. In candlelight it would look like the richest black known to man, but under the boutique's delicate light fixtures, it was the color of deep twilight. Gabe's skin glowed, his hair flamed, and his eyes positively shimmered.

"Try not to drool all over your suit, babe," Gabe teased as he favored the Egyptian with a twirl that showed off how well the suit fit his lithe body.

"I'm the one who should be drooled over," Tristan boasted as he pulled his curtain back. His suit lacked the finesse of Gabe's but it certainly was more socially acceptable. It made him look a few years older and much more sophisticated than the teenaged hoodlum he was at heart. Yami nodded approvingly.

Yugi came next, a fierce blush painting his cheeks an outrageous shade of bright pink. The sleeves of his tuxedo jacket were too long for him, but Camille assured him from inside Joey's booth that they could be tailored in time for the event. He looked like a child trying on his father's suit, but it was much more endearing than ridiculous.

In the next moment, the curtain to Joey's room burst back, and a flustered-looking Camille practically shoved Joey out. The blond was grinning sheepishly and rubbing the back of his head. The suit was on, buttoned, and not damaged in any way, which was truly a testament to the saleswoman's skill. The white paired surprisingly well with Joey's light hair and tan skin and managed to make even him look like a respectable young man. All in all, the process was a complete success.

"You all look wonderful," the pharaoh remarked, "especially you, Joey. I didn't know you had it in you."

"I'm quite surprised myself," Gabe cooed, looking Joey over from head to toe with obvious interest. "I must say, I've never been one for blonds, but you clean up nicely."

Joey's blush deepened to a shade that couldn't have been healthy. Yami started to interject before the redhead could really dig his claws in, but luckily someone beat him to the punch.

"It's your turn, Yami," Yugi said with a smile as he struggled to roll his long sleeves up.

"Oh, right." He glanced at the beautiful suit spread over his lap. He'd almost forgotten after watching all of his friends. "You guys go ahead and start checking out. Camille, you can help Yugi get his measurements and pick out matching ties for everyone. I know how to put on a suit by myself."

The saleswoman seemed more than willing to do whatever he said if it meant getting them out of her store as quickly as possible. The sound of her heels clicking as she swept towards the front of the store punctuated the obvious relief on her face. The four boys entered their dressing rooms again and reemerged a few minutes later in their street clothes.

Yami slipped into the now-vacant dressing room on the far right and began pulling off his clothes. The suit came with a matching silk dress shirt in a beautiful shade of burgundy. It felt like water sliding over his skin when he pulled it on. The jacket and pants were even better: smooth and supple in a way that only came from the exquisitely expensive. The suit fit him as if it were made for him. He wouldn't need to have the slightest alteration. The mirror hanging on the wall told him what he already knew: he looked like a smoking hot mixture of a gangster and a vampire. The red accented his coloring in just the right way, and the fabric clung to him while still leaving a tantalizing amount to the imagination.

He heard his friends chattering in the lobby but paused for a few minutes to admire himself rather than show them right away. He slipped his skull tie back on to complete the look. He ran his fingers through his hair a few times to smooth it out and unbuttoned the top button on his shirt to reveal more of his creamy chest. He looked… delicious. Sexy, dark, mysterious: he could think of endless adjectives.

Suddenly, a bell chimed, and the chattering stopped completely. Yami heard the sound of the front door slamming shut, and Camille's professional voice greeted someone. A man's voice answered, but it was too muffled for Yami to understand. That was strange. They were supposed to be the only appointment that day. He cocked his head to the side and listened hard. No one said a word, and if he didn't know any better, he'd say the silence was filled with tension.

The Egyptian finally couldn't stand the suspense any longer. He pulled his curtain back and stepped towards the doorway that led to the main lobby, pausing just within it. His friends were all standing around in a tense circle, garment bags thrown over their arms. Yugi had stopped halfway through filling out some kind of form, obviously a work order for his alterations. They were all staring forward with unsettled looks on their faces, and it took Yami a moment to realize they were all looking at the same thing. Rather, the same person.

Seto Kaiba.

The smolderingly hot brunette stood just inside the entrance with his arms crossed over his broad chest. His normally-perfect hair had been ruffled by the breeze outside, and he obviously hadn't bothered to fix it yet. His piercing eyes were glittering with malcontent that managed to look purely sexual. His clothing was slightly more casual than usual but still impeccable: dark-wash jeans, a thin white belt, and a form-fitting black Diesel T-shirt that showed off gorgeous biceps and hugged his slender waist.

Even his everyday clothes are designer, Yami thought with a mental snort. I have to admit I've never seen someone make a T-shirt and jeans look quite so good.

Camille appeared in the room with several colorful ties in her hands. "Here you are, sir. These will pair beautifully with the selections your friends made. I do hope everything is to your satisfaction."

"They're not my friends," Kaiba replied cooly, "and considering I had to take time out of my day to supervise this freak show, it had better be. I can only hope you've done your job and helped them select something at least moderately refined."

"You should give us a little more credit, babe," Gabe drawled, his feline face showing only the slightest trace of irritation. "We don't need you to wipe our noses for us."

"If I'm going to suffer your company for an entire night, I refuse to let you look like street trash in the process." Kaiba smirked. "Not that I think putting you in a nice suit will really fool anyone."

Joey growled and started to protest, but Tristan put a hand on his arm and shook his head.

Yami sighed and lounged against the doorway to the fitting rooms. "Kaiba, must you aggravate my friends at every given opportunity?"

Seven sets of eyes snapped over to him, and six of them widened slightly.

"Wow, Yami," Tea breathed, "you look… amazing."

"Seriously, babe," Gabe chimed in, looking delighted. "That suit was designed with you in mind."

"It's terrible," Kaiba snapped. Everyone but Yami turned to him with identical aghast expressions.

"You can't be serious," Joey protested. "Yami looks great!"

"I don't know why you think I'll take your word when it comes to fashion, mutt, but think again." Kaiba's face was dark, and his eyes narrowed menacingly as they sized Yami up from head to toe. "It looks like cheap Euro-trash, and I won't have it."

The others started to argue with him, but Yami held up a hand. A small smile graced his lips, and his amethyst eyes were dazzling in their tightly-controlled rage. "If you say so, Kaiba. It's your money, so I'm certainly not going to argue with you. Perhaps you'd like to pick out something more to your taste?"

"Yami," Yugi said with a frown, "you really shouldn't…."

"It's fine." The Egyptian flashed him a cheeky smile. "It's been great seeing you guys again, but I don't want to hold you up any longer. Go enjoy the rest of your day, and I'll be in touch."

The gang exchanged uncertain looks but ultimately couldn't resist the pharaoh's authoritative tone. They exited one by one with their garment bags, ties, and Yugi with a copy of his half-finished alteration form. Gabe grabbed Joey's arm and shot Yami a mischievous wink on his way out. The pharaoh would have bet all the money in the world that the redhead was going to drag his blond friend off to a dark bar somewhere. He wished Joey the best of luck in trying to fend him off, or in surviving the night if he succumbed to his advances.

"Camille." Kaiba turned towards the woman, and she smiled warmly, as if she were delighting in the thought of obeying whatever order he was about to issue. "I would like to browse your selection undisturbed. Please don't get underfoot while I correct this terrible wardrobe choice. I trust you won't protest, considering it's your fault such an egregious error was almost made."

Camille, to her credit, only let her face fall for half a second before her winning smile became fixed in place again. "Of course, sir. I'll be in the back office if you need anything." The sound of clicking heels once again filled the room as the woman made her hasty exit.

The second she was gone, the CEO turned back to Yami and again studied him from head to toe, his sapphire eyes burning with an unreadable emotion.

The Egyptian raised his chin defiantly. "So sorry to disappoint you with my poor fashion sense, sweetheart."

The CEO stalked slowly forward, looking so thoroughly primal that it took everything Yami had not to shrink back. As the distance between them dwindled, the Egyptian raced to interpret the expression on Kaiba's face. It was black like rage but controlled like his usual cold calculations. It made no sense for him to be so worked up over a suit he didn't like, but if Yami didn't know better, something very serious was about to go down.

The brunette stopped when he was just inches from his rival, forcing the other man to crane his head up in order to meet his eyes. Kaiba was simply staring, and Yami thought he saw a faint tremor course through his body. He tensed up and waited for something to happen. Was Kaiba going to punch him or something? It didn't make any sense, but tension was thick in the air.

Yami got his answer in the next split second.

Something collided with his body, and he stumbled precariously back. He was too stunned to process information properly for the next three seconds, but in that time, something warm pressed to his front, something cold slammed into his back, and a curtain flickered in the corner of his vision. As soon as he stopped moving he sucked in a breath and struggled to comprehend. He was inside one of the fitting rooms now, his back pressed to a hanging mirror, and he was not alone.

Kaiba was on top of him, his eyes smoldering and his long, lean body pinning Yami effectively in place. The Egyptian reacted instantly to the passion he saw there and to the submissive position he was in. It was like a spark in darkness, instantaneous and ferocious. Heat flooded into his body, and it was all he could do to resist the urge to press himself against the predator that had him cornered. He wanted to bare his throat and let himself be ravaged by this beautiful blue-eyed beast.

"You," Kaiba whispered, leaning forward to let his breath tickle Yami's ear, "look stunning."

"I thought you said you hated this suit," Yami murmured back as a warm shiver melted down his spine.

"I lied." The brunet was already undoing the suit's buttons. His hands ran roughly down Yami's chest, and the smaller man sucked in a breath. The feel of Kaiba's warm hands through his liquidy dress shirt was overwhelming, especially when coupled with the other man's obvious raw need.

"Why?" Yami breathed. He finally gave in to the temptation and pressed his hips demandingly forward. Kaiba didn't even hesitate; he started grinding hard against him, moving in perversely slow circles that made Yami shudder. Even through their clothes they could already feel how badly they wanted each other. The Egyptian slipped his hands under the other man's thin T-shirt and nearly gasped at how hot his skin was. Even hotter was the sight of Kaiba biting his lip to hold back a moan. Even the simplest touch felt like electricity under their skin right now.

"I wanted your little friends to get the fuck out now," Kaiba murmured against Yami's ear, making the smaller man shiver. His tongue darted out to lick his earlobe, and a second later his teeth joined it, nipping teasingly at the sensitive flesh. The Egyptian sucked in a breath as Kaiba's tongue and teeth moved to his neck, licking here, sucking there, and biting down when he least expected it. He pulled away long enough to whisper softly, "The second I saw you I knew I wouldn't be able to control myself. I had to get everyone out, or I might have fucked you on the floor in front of them."

Yami's laugh turned into a husky moan and Kaiba's tongue dipped into his collarbone. "Had I known this was the way to drive you wild, I might have bought a suit sooner." He slid his hands up and down the brunet's sides before slipping them around to his back and raking his nails down. The hiss of pained pleasure that he received in response made his head spin. All the while those hips never stopped their slow, tortuous gyration, the motion driving him closer and closer to wild need with every passing second.

Kaiba glanced up at him, and he thought for a moment that he was going to drown in a sea of the purest cerulean. "It's not the suit that makes me wild. It's the man beneath it."

Yami felt something tug at his waist and looked down to find Kaiba's hands nearly ripping his pants open. He had enough time to suck in one ragged breath before the fabric was pooling around his ankles, exposing his enflamed skin. His boxers came next, leaving him completely naked from the waist down but still dressed otherwise. Kaiba pressed his body so hard to Yami's the touch was almost suffocating; the smaller teen felt like he was being smothered under the combined weight of his lover's desire and his own. Kaiba slid his own jeans down next and pulled his shirt over his head with one smooth tug. Their mutual erections rubbed continuously together in the most beautiful, tremulous friction.

The intensity of it made both men pant and cling to each other, touching every inch of flesh they could reach. Yami started to rake his fingers through Kaiba's hair, but the brunette grabbed his wrists and slammed them back into the mirror behind him. A shuddering sigh escaped from his lips as he lost himself in the sensation of completely surrendering control.

"Fuck, you look good in this position," Kaiba murmured, leaning down to lave his lips with his tongue.

Yami looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, and the brunette swore in that moment he had never felt so thoroughly seduced.

"I'm sure I do," Yami breathed, "but we both know what you really want."

Both men felt their mouths go dry as something bestial sparked between them. There was only one answer to the unspoken question, and they both felt it coursing in their veins.

"Turn around," Kaiba ordered huskily. Those blue eyes were piercing through him again, licking at his soul. His lips twitched up into a smug smirk that reminded Yami of a time that had surely been eons ago. "Put your hands on the mirror."

"You and your mirrors," Yami purred in response, but he complied eagerly. His amethyst eyes went straight to Kaiba's reflection once he'd turned around, and there was something sinful about the sight of that man poised at his back. The CEO wrapped his arms around his waist and then slipped his hands up one tortuous inch at a time. Yami shivered violently as the touch left trails of fire on his skin. If this kept up, he was going to faint for certain.

One of the taller man's hands rose to his face, and two fingers lightly brushed his lips. Without a second thought, the pharaoh opened his mouth and suckled on those fingers. He felt Kaiba shiver behind him and swirled his tongue languidly over the flesh, imagining that he was doing this to a very different part of the brunet's anatomy. After a moment, Kaiba reluctantly withdrew his fingers and slipped them down between Yami's spread legs. They tickled his puckered entrance before sliding roughly in. The Egyptian bit back a pained sound. Saliva wasn't anywhere near as good as lube, but it would have to do. In time, precum and sweat would ease the way.

It suddenly dawned on the pharaoh what they were about to do. Here he was shaking with need in a fitting room of a French boutique with a gorgeous brunet ready to fuck him against the wall. This was… insane. Unbelievably sexy and hot as Hell itself, but insane.

"Kaiba," he breathed, struggling to regain his senses, "we can't. Camille will hear."

"So what if she does?" The brunet was already sliding his rock-hard length between Yami's thighs in time with his fingers, and the motion was pure erotica.

Yami struggled to find words. His brain was shrouded in lust-induced haze, and he was quivering so badly he couldn't get his jaw to move. Kaiba slid his free hand down his belly and ghosted it over his throbbing erection, making his breath hitch in his throat. Just before his knees threatened to buckle from the sensation overload, he managed to squeak out two final words, "We… can't…"

Kaiba leaned forward until their faces were side by side, their jewel tone eyes staring at each other in the mirror and the mutual ragged breaths leaving a light fog on its surface. "I'm going to take you, Yami. I'm going to fuck you right here and right now, and there's nothing you can do to stop me." With that, he slipped the Egyptian's tie from around his neck and shoved it into his mouth, effectively gagging him. "Now you can be as loud as you want."

Yami managed to get the smallest cry of protest out before his body exploded with raw pleasure. Kaiba forced his entire length into him in one powerful thrust, and had the Egyptian not been gagged, the entire block would have heard him moan. The brunet clapped a hand over his tie-filled mouth to help stifle the noise while his other held his hip firmly in place. The rhythm was brutal, starting out furious instead of gradually building. It was the hardest fucking Yami had received to date, and he had never felt so good.

Every well-timed thrust struck a chord deep within him: that delicious, all-encompassing sweet spot that made his veins pump liquid ecstasy. His eyes fluttered open, and the sight of Kaiba's beautiful face looming over his shoulder, contorted into a look of deep pleasure, made the inferno pooling in his stomach jump up even higher. The brunet was biting his lip, desperately trying to keep himself from groaning like a animal as he buried himself again and again in the other man's tight body. He couldn't get deep enough to satisfy the hunger inside him, couldn't move fast enough to quiet the beast that raged inside his body. It was screaming for more, clawing at his innards, and it took everything he had not to lose himself in the tantalizing sound of hard flesh smacking against hard flesh.

Both men were spurred on by the knowledge that they could be interrupted at any second. They were making an effort to be quiet, but no one could have such violent sex silently. Yami was pressed against the hanging mirror, and every thrust made a tell-tale thumping noise. If Camille returned from the back room, she would undoubtedly hear it and come to check on them. They could be caught at any moment, and the knowledge thrilled them beyond comprehension.

Kaiba swore he had never taken so long to come before. Every second seemed like an eternity as he plunged into his lover's body with ever-increasing force. Any second now he expected to hear the click of high heels, to see the curtain to the dressing room slide back, to see the shocked face of the saleswoman as she took in the mesmerizing sight of the beautiful brunet bent over the equally-gorgeous Egyptian, pounding away like two beasts rutting in the wild. His whole body thrummed with a beat akin to tribal drums; there was something savage inside him, and a little more of it escaped every time he enveloped himself in that tight heat.

Yami's muffled moaning increased in pitch and frequency, and the brunet knew his lover was close. He moved the hand on his hip and began to pump the other man's dripping erection in time with his thrusts, which only made the muffled moaning even louder. Yami threw his head back until it was resting on Kaiba's shoulder, and he appeared to be close to fainting. His eyes were clenched shut, his brow was covered in sweat, and even the tie still stuffed in his mouth couldn't quiet his cries. They were so close, so close, and if they were caught now they wouldn't even be able to stop themselves. The pleasure was too scorching hot, too demanding, too frenetic to go unsatisfied. Nothing else mattered in the wake of their need, and this knowledge spurred them into an impossible body-high that could only come from mind-blowing sex.

The thumping of mirror-against-wall was louder, faster, more furious to match the paces of the two bodies moving in unison. Kaiba was panting furiously but managed to restrain his moans. Tension was building low in his belly, the coiling sensation he'd been waiting for. He slammed himself into his warm sheath only to pull back as far as he could and slam himself in again. The friction was beginning to drive him mad, but all he wanted was more. He was relentless in his drive to take it, to make every inch of his flesh come alive. It was coiling tighter and tighter, and he lost all sense of how hard or fast he was moving. Tighter, tighter, hotter, mounting up and up until he could hardly remember what the ground looked like, he was so high. Just a little more… god, just a little more… if he could… just…

Something snapped inside of him. His whole body went rigid as shockwaves flooded into every sinew, every fiber, every atom of his being. His muscles locked up as it seized through him, leaving only throbbing chaos in its wake. It massacred his mind and left his body trembling through the most furious pleasure he had ever known. He felt something warm spurt onto his hand and knew that he was not alone in his exaltation. He could hear the faintest cry, and somewhere in the back of his hazy mind he was grateful the gag hadn't slipped. He had a feeling even his dead ancestors would have heard them.

When the waves of fire finally receded, two shaking, sweating, panting men were left frozen in its wake. Their muscles held them up only because they were so incapable of movement, they couldn't even buckle. Breathing was a task that had never before been so difficult. The minutes ticked on, and neither of them seemed to be able to come down from the drug-like high that clouded their minds.

Finally, Kaiba had the decency to slide out of Yami's body. The Egyptian's hands were still pressed to the mirror, and he almost felt as if he had become attached to it. Sapphire eyes met amethyst in the reflection, and the lovers regarded each other with silent understanding. They had just experienced true need. They'd thought they'd desired each other before, but now they had a craving. It disturbed them both sometimes to know that it was never enough. They never stopped wanting each other, and even when they were together, they wanted more. It was an addiction unlike any other: a drug that got them so high it sometimes took days before they came down again. They had a hunger that demanded to be fed, and denying it would lead to more desperate encounters than the one they had just experienced. At the moment, they were too aglow with post-orgasm delight to care, but in the back of both of their brilliant minds, they understood the dangerous implications of this knowledge.

They spent another few minutes recovering, then they set about making themselves presentable with mechanical movements. Yami removed the top half of suit and changed back into his street clothes. Kaiba wiped sweat from his brow and smoothed his hair. Both men waited until their cheeks lost their flush and their breathing had steadied before finally venturing out of the room. To their relief, Camille was nowhere within hearing range.

As if on cue, however, she appeared from a small doorway behind the check out counter, her solicitous smile already fixed in place. "Did you find a suit more to your taste, Mr. Kaiba?"

The CEO smirked. "Actually, upon closer inspection, I've deemed the suit acceptable after all."

If Camille was surprised by his change of heart, she didn't let it show. "Excellent choice, sir." She turned to Yami. "I hope you had a pleasant experience here. I apologize for the misunderstanding earlier."

The Egyptian gave her a bleary look. His brain was still not fully functioning properly. He ran a hand through his hair and attempted to process her words but failed miserably. Kaiba chuckled smugly in response to his obvious loss of cognition, obviously immensely pleased with himself.

Camille looked back and forth between the two men. Her eyes flitted to Yami's wild hair - made even wilder now - then to the top of Kaiba's jeans, which he had forgotten to button, and then finally to the haughty look on the brunet's face. Groggy as the two men were, they could easily see the gears clicking away in her head, piecing the information together. They knew she'd figured it out when a dark blush flooded into her cheeks and she pressed her lips tightly together.

Kaiba brushed imaginary lint from his shoulder. "Thank you for your services today, Camille. It's been a pleasure once again, and you will certainly continue to receive faithful business from me. Naturally, I trust that an establishment of this caliber and reputation can be counted upon for… discretion."

The saleswoman blinked as she caught his not-so-subtle drift and nodded a moment later.

"Excellent." Kaiba reached over and grabbed Yami's hand, using it to haul the smaller man out of the store and into the bustling streets of Domino City. The air outside had cooled now that the sun was close to setting, and the fresh air helped to clear Yami's head. He managed to regain just enough awareness to keep him from smacking into people as Kaiba tugged him through the crowds.

"Where are we going?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at the brunet's back.

"My place. I left work early for this, so we might as well make use of the time." There was an underlying suggestive tone in his voice.

Sated as he currently felt, Yami couldn't help but shiver a little. "You, darling, are simply insatiable."

Kaiba stopped and turned around so quickly, the Egyptian almost smacked into him. Amethyst eyes locked onto sapphire, and the two rivals stood there in the middle of the sidewalk, oblivious to the masses of people swirling around them.

"That may be, snookums," Kaiba retorted, his voice low and rough, "but I wasn't this way before I met you. That means it's your fault and therefore your responsibility."

"Your logic is inherently flawed," the pharaoh grinned and stepped closer, "but I think I'm up to the task."

He felt something squeeze his hand and looked down. Kaiba's large, square hand was still folded around his own. For the first time, both men truly realized that they were... holding hands. They paused for a long moment, both unsure of what to do. As familiar as they had become with each other's bodies over the past few weeks, this felt strangely... intimate.

A tense moment passed as the teens went through startlingly similar inner debates. Finally, and with a note of obvious reluctance, they released each other simultaneously and stepped back. Two sets of jewel tone eyes regarded each other quietly, measuring each other's body language and facial expressions with expert ease. This was the game they were fated to play for all eternity: rivals turned lovers - competitive to a fault - especially when it came to pushing the other towards greatness. Who would be the first to reveal too much? Who would leave their throat exposed? In the end... how would a victor be decided?

Kaiba was the first to turn away. "My car is this way." In the light of the setting sun, his hair shone with an array of colors from chestnut to mahogany.

Yami shoved his hands into his pockets and strolled casually forward. "I'm kind of disappointed that you don't show up everywhere in a helicopter."

The CEO chuckled and strode by his side, his long legs easily allowing him to match Yami's pace. "I somehow doubt that, and if I did you wouldn't like it."

"Oh?"

Kaiba sent him a knowing smirk. "Helicopters don't have very roomy backseats."

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Rule Number Nine: Take a shot whenever a really hot villain suddenly transforms/merges with a disgusting beast. AKA: the make-fangirls-cry rule.