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Seto looked over at Bakura as the car took another sharp turn heading, it seemed, away from the cities. The brunette was officially lost and that was all that he knew. He had asked this question before and had not gotten an answer, but he was stubborn so he was going to give it another go. "Where are you taking me?"

Bakura glanced at Seto, "You make it sound like I've kidnapped you or something." He looked back to the road, which was slowly becoming devoid of cars. "You must really not like not having control or you're just a really curious type of guy."

Seto rolled his eyes and looked out the window. So they were talking again, it didn't mean anything had changed. The brunette thought it was odd, all through High School Bakura hardly said a word to anyone, why was he like this now? When did he change and why, or maybe more appropriately, how? Seto looked over at the Brit again for a while, deciding whether or not to ask. After a few moments he decided to try, "So what did happen to the shy, soft spoken Ryou Bakura from High School?"

Bakura continued to stare at the road for a while, as if thinking about the question. "Well, I was never really shy. During my high school years I was stalked by about half the female population in our class, so half the time I was avoiding them and because I was avoiding them it was a bit hard to make friends or be an out going person." He glanced to Seto, then looked back out to the road. "I lived by myself during High School, I had to move because odd things happened to my friends or, rather, the people who hung around me. That was the reason I was reserved."

Seto was a bit surprised to find that out. The brit had been left on his own, they were more similar then he had initially thought. The brunette ran a hand through his hair. "That still doesn't really explain what happened to make you so ostentatious."

The photographer chuckled, "Senior year I got a job as a photographer for a magazine and I was sort of forced to come out of my shell during that job. It was during then I got the idea for this, I'm sure Joey has told you." Bakura glanced over at Seto, who gave a slight nod.

The car slowed as they approached their destination. Seto looked at Bakura almost confused, "The beach?" It wasn't exactly the weather for a beach trip, not to mention the sun was getting ready to set behind the hills, so it would be dark soon. Bakura gave the model a half-hearted shrug, which the brunette couldn't really decipher, and parked the car. Seto watched him get out and a few moments later got out as well. He followed the Brit down onto the sand silently, wondering why he had brought him here.

Bakura reached the sand and turned around, "I have a question." Seto lifted and eyebrow but said nothing, waiting for Bakura to continue. "Do you remember anything else from that night after Tea's party?"

Seto took a slight step back, a surprising reaction for both men. The brunette cast his mind for any memories that had resurfaced as time had past, but it was still pretty much just a drunken blur and he didn't remember anything more from that night at that moment then he had the morning after. "No," he finally admitted, quietly. He watched Bakura's eyes for a moment, "I'm assuming something happened that you didn't mean to happen." He was fairly calm despite the images floating to the surface of his mind.

Bakura gave a slight sigh, "Well, it was really nothing. We kissed… a few times, but what really caught me off guard is what you asked me to do, practically begged for it actually." He turned his body so he wasn't directly facing Seto and looked out to the ocean, placing his hands in his pockets. "I'm sure I don't need to draw you a picture."

"No, you don't," stated Seto, his azure eyes looking out at the water. "I take it that you did perfectly fine in preventing anything from happening." He glanced to the white haired male in front of him, "Do you regret it?"

Bakura shook his head and removed his hand from his pocket, turning a bit more to face Seto, "Not in so many words. I suppose there is a part of me that wished something would have happened, but I know that I would at least like it if you remembered our first time. Still the fact remains that-" Bakura's words were cut off by Seto's lips firmly covering his own. The photographer hadn't even noticed the brunette move, nor had he expected the action from said model.

After a moment Seto broke the kiss. His eyes flashed as a smirk graced his features. "Since when has rules stopped any of us, Ryou? Let me ask you a question, do you really think that rules should stop us?" The brunette's smirk grew, "Or more appropriately do you want me?"

Bakura's eye brows lifted in surprise for a moment before and odd look crossed behind his eyes, "Isn't the real questi-" He was cut off by another forceful kiss from Seto. When the brunette pulled back again he gave the brit a look that said all he needed know. It really was a stupid question anyway. Bakura grabbed Seto, sliding a hand into the brunette's hair behind his head, kissing him hard and not so nicely. The model responded to every motion of Bakura's lips and tongue, it seemed that Seto wouldn't be dominated just yet.

The next day found Seto sitting in the break room moody as ever. It wasn't that it hadn't gone well between him and Bakura after their beach escapades, in fact nothing had, had happened afterward. The brit just brought him home. It still felt like they were playing some sort of game with each other, not really a good thing to build a relationship out of. Still, none of this was the reason why Seto was moody.

"Think he'll sit there and stare at the wall all day like that?"

Joey gave a slight shrug glancing at his tablemate. "Dunno, Yug. I can't read him any better then I could before, even if we're not hated enemies now."

"I bet he found out…" said a voice from Joey's other side. Both models looked at the photographer sitting with them. Marik looked at them. "Mokuba was looking for him here…"

The models exchanged glances then looked at Seto. What had happened between the two brothers that put them in this situation? That was the question that everyone had known them from before wanted an answer for. What they didn't know was that Seto wanted that answer too. Had they known that they might have understood why he was so moody.

Joey got up and walked over to the table Seto was sitting at. "Mind if I join you?"

Seto looked up at the blonde then shrugged and went back to staring at the wall. Why is it always him? He and Joey had a better relationship then before but Seto still didn't understand why it always seemed to be Joey coming to everyone's rescue. Okay, maybe he understood why the blonde came to everyone else but still… why him too?

"You fell like explainin' why you're all moody again? Marik told us that you made up with Bakura fine. Which I think you should be thanking us for…" Joey grinned at Seto hoping that his joke would go over well. The grin slipped off his face when he figured out it hadn't.

The brunette ceased glaring at the blonde when the smile was gone and returned to staring at the wall. "I'm sure Marik has also told you that my brother came looking for me here."

"Yeah, and I don't see the big deal. It's not like he has this conspiracy to kill you since you went from CEO to porn star." Joey was serious. Everyone was acting like since Mokuba knew about what Seto was doing the man was in some sort of mortal danger. The whole idea was ludicrous.

Seto got up from the table. "You really have no idea…" He started to walk away but Joey grabbed his wrist. The two male's glared at each other for a while.

"I might if you let down the walls a bit, Seto…" said Joey quietly as he released the brunette's wrist and looked away from him. He didn't watch the other male walk away but he could imagine the look on his face, not about this at least not to you…

Bakura placed his elbows on his desk and tried to rub the headache out of his head. He was getting more and more of those nowadays. At least Marik wasn't the one causing them at present. It was quite annoying to have your co-president screwing off or screwing the models the whole time he was supposed to be working. Bakura made a mental note to thank Yugi for straightening the man out.

He looked up hearing a knock on the door. "Yeah…" he said before looking back at the piles of photo submissions on his desk, trying to get them in some semblance of order for the magazine. He heard the door open and heard someone sit down across from him.

"Need help?" asked a cool female voice.

Bakura looked up to see Mai Valentine sitting across from him. He lifted an eyebrow fairly confused about why the club owner came to see him. "Why feel like giving free advertising?"

Mai smiled and chuckled. "Something like that… I thought…" She paused and looked over a couple of the pictures on his desk. Then up at him. "I thought that we could have a sort of party to celebrate your magazines success. Rub elbows with Dominoe's finest."

He put down the picture he was holding and looked at the female club owner. What was she suggesting? He thought for a moment about what she said then shook his head. "Alright… you have to cut the cryptic stuff…"

Mai laughed again. "I was merely suggesting that I would throw you a party when you win your award for highest selling magazine."

"Since when have we been up to win that award?" He didn't look up from his desk when he asked.

"Since I nominated you and you'll win because you are," came the simple reply. Mai tilted her head and stared at Bakura. "You should really sleep more or at least wear concealer for the eyes. Take a few days off with someone and go someplace. You need it bad."

Bakura looked at her. "You can tell all that can you?" Mai simply nodded. Bakura went back to sorting pictures. "I'll think about it."

"The trip or the party?"

"If we win you can throw us a party, I'll think about the taking a few days off and going on a trip." He heard the chair slide as the woman stood.

Mai paused at the door and looked at the brit. "You both could really use it." With that said she left his office.

Bakura continued to go through pictures, pausing on one. Looking at the brunette in the picture he took a breath. "Too bad we're so much alike and the thought of taking time off of work seems to make our skin crawl. Though she is right… we both could use a break…" He set Seto's picture off to the side and stood. Walking out of his office he paused at his secretaries desk. "Find a travel agent and make a booking for two on some sort of relaxing vacation."

His secretary looked at him oddly. "May I ask when you'll be going?"

Bakura shrugged. "Soon…"