Dragonlady222 – As if I'd separate them. They're just too fun to toy with.

Shamise – Thank you.

Yami-no-Tamashii – Yes, I did update. How bout that. No, I've just been busy lately working on my original stuff for actual publishing so my fanfics have taken a back seat (unless I happen to get stuck like I have lately and then I come back to them.)

Subaru1999 – Thanks. I can't wait either. It's taken a little bit of a detour from the original plan, but I still like it so it's all cool.

~*YxY*~

The kiss was hot and still Yugi didn't want to pull away. Yami had lain him down on Rebecca's old cot and ripped the shirt buttons away to attack his chest. He cried out, gripping at the spiky hair.

"Y-Yami," he cried, ending it in a long moan as his nipples were teased. "Please, I can't."

The pirate growled, sealing his mouth again and tearing at his pants. "Too long," he mumbled before pulling Yugi's tongue into his mouth. "I'm going to make sure you know you were properly missed."

Yugi cried out again, hips lifting of their own accord when Yami hit a sensitive spot. Everything was happening so fast that all he could do was lay there and allow it to crash over him, hanging on intensely to Yami's shoulders and responding only when his mouth pressed to his.

The cot swung unsteadily under the rough movements and more than once it threatened to tip them over. Each time it did Yugi tried to grab onto the window sill to make it stop and then Yami would pull his hands back, demanding without words that the smaller should just let it go.

Shoes thumped onto the floor followed by Yami's metal belt and his sword clanged when it touched the ground afterwards. Once his shirt followed Yugi's eyes widened at the bandage around his arm and he sat up to take a momentary breather, gasping for air as he touched the white cotton.

"It's nothing," Yami told him gruffly, glaring past him to stare at the material of the hammock.

Yugi wanted to say more, but he was sure the tight-lipped pirate wouldn't admit to being hurt. The opponent must've been very skilled to have made a mark on someone like Yami. Perhaps he was playing around with Bakura or Marik, because otherwise it seemed as though the crimson-eyed teen was invincible.

No matter what happened, Yugi didn't want this to stop what Yami wanted – what he wanted. He pulled Yami back down and placed a few chaste kisses down his neck and shyly grazed a nipple with his fingernail. The pirate groaned and the fever started all over again. This time when the shirt tried to come off they both tipped over.

Neither stopped. Yami rolled back on top of him and started tugging at their pants. The younger cried out at the cold floor, but he was quickly warmed up with the body on top of him. At the yank to his bottom button he lifted his hips and they were torn off.

"I can't wait," Yami groaned, fighting with his tongue. Yugi nodded and whimpered when a finger nudged against his entrance.

At first it felt strange because they'd only done it once and a spurt of nerves attacked Yugi at the initial touch, but Yami was skilled in distracting him and soon it felt like the only thing in the world he was capable of experiencing. This kind of thing never would've happened on that run down little island he used to live on with Ryou and he certainly hadn't imagined this kind of relationship with the albino when he'd been infatuated with him. Even when they were technically together his fantasies hadn't gone passed remaining at his side. Yami was able to pull things from him that had never been available before and suddenly the world was filled with unlocked doors for him to explore rather than an empty hallway.

His thoughts were interrupted when a tight pressure started in his backside and then suddenly bright colors appeared in front of his eyes. "Yami," he gasped. The finger crooked and his whole body jumped, lurching to attach to the warm form above him as that deep chuckled tickled the remaining senses he had.

"Just like that," the sensual voice teased. A hot tongue traced down his chest and he jumped his fingers again, the smaller teen squeaking and slapping a hand over his mouth. "I want to hear each one of your delicious, enticing sounds I didn't get to hear while I was away. I'll make up every second I didn't get to be with me."

Yugi managed a small laugh that tapered into a long moan. "If you do that I'll die first from lack of breath."

A slow smirk crawled up that tan face and he lowered just enough so the tips of their noses were touching. "Then I shall revive you and start all over again. By the next time I leave you'll be kissing Bakura goodbye just for the reprieve your body will get."

"Oh, I hope not." Yugi smiled brightly and the older admired the view. "I much prefer your kisses to anybody else."

"Good." And he crooked his fingers again just to make sure Yugi wouldn't forget it. "Ready?"

He nodded jerkily, whimpering when the digits were removed. Then he whined when something bigger replaced them. His hands tightened around Yami's biceps and he cried out as he was filled. It was a tight fit and a lone tear slipped out of the corner of his large eyes from the initial pain. Yami was right. It had been way too long. Yami licked off the salty drop, slowly pulling out and shoving back in. A stiff moan escaped Yugi, but it loosened with each thrust. Soon they were kissing again and neither was sure who was making the noise anymore.

"More," Yugi begged, wrapping his arms around sun-kissed shoulders. "Please more!"

What he got instead was Yami pulling out.

"Wha -?"

Yami shushed him with a kiss. "You'll get more," he promised. He took his hand to pull him and locked their mouths back together.

Sweat slipped down both their backs, matting their bangs down when the pirate initiated another heavy make out session. He lifted Yugi up, cupping his backside with his large hands, and instructing Yugi to wrap his legs around his waist.

He pushed Yugi against the wall forced his hands from his neck, backing them against the wall as well, leaving him completely helpless to anything he did. "I'm going to have you over and over again," he whispered huskily. Then he pressed back inside Yugi and the whole teen's back arched, banging his head against the wood siding.

With every deep thrust Yami would move further into the younger's whole body felt like split in two and he would die happily. His back scraped against the wall and the pain and pleasure together sensitized his skin to every degree possible until his legs finally gave out and his knees turned to jelly. Yami grabbed his thighs and pulled them higher, Yugi pressing against his shoulders to keep elevated. All of their muscles throbbed and somehow still Yami managed to keep going further and further until Yugi was certain he could feel it in his stomach. That's when he cried out and emptied himself, body twitching. Yami kept going even when the teen had draped himself over his shoulders, gasping for air, until he finished and managed to fall back against the hammock with Yugi lying across his stomach.

"I think I'll feel that one for a while," Yugi teased, weakly getting to his elbows to glance down at him.

Yami smirked. "That was the point."

Now that the pirate wasn't trying to pound him into next week, Yugi once again noticed the bandage around his arm and his fingers drifted over it lightly. "Did your rough housing get out of hand?"

He slowly shook his hand, covering the bandage and pressing against it until the nearly healed wound gave a light throb. "No," he admitted roughly. And then he told Yugi everything, holding him tightly against his chest and hating that this little thing had wormed his way into his hardened heart enough to distract him during a raid.

On the other hand, Yugi couldn't stop from grinning. He missed me he thought. Yami really did miss me! He leaned up just as much as his waning strength would allow and kissed his pirate deeply, teasing his tongue to explore his mouth and sucking on the tip lightly. "Again," he asked cutely, batting his large shyly. They rolled over and started again.

*~YxY~*

Yugi was sore when he woke up the next morning. Pleasantly sore and satiated and definitely not lonely. It was the most amazing feeling in the world to wake up on top of Yami, even if he was a bit sticky from sweat and other things. He blushed prettily and stretched to make sure he really wasn't at sore as he thought he was. It seemed like Yami had gotten rougher with each turn, not that he was going to complain.

Ouch! Okay, that hurt. He tried again, more slowly and holding his breath. It worked and he was off the cot and stumbling to his bare feet. They'd slept in Rebecca's old hut only because of sheer exhaustion, but Yugi was glad about that because it took him a while to find his clothes and Yami's place had way too much traffic going through it. He certainly didn't forget their first attempt at having sex and it being interrupted none too nicely. A blush stained his cheeks at the thought, pulling up his pants and tying the drawstring.

Warm arms wrapped loosely around his waist and he jumped, glaring playfully back at Yami. Crimson eyes laughed and he tugged Yugi back onto the hammock with him.

"It's early," he groaned, tugging on the tie of his pants.

Yugi rolled his eyes. "I have to get to work though."

Yami perked up, sitting up and depositing Yugi on his lap, an awkward feat because of the swinging bed. "You have a job?"

He nodded enthusiastically. "I do," he confirmed. "I help Serenity out and it's my turn to start early."

His bottom lip jutted out and Yugi kissed it gently before wriggling out of his comfortable seat. "You're welcome to join me if you want."

A slow smirk crawled its way up Yami's face and he nodded, pulling on his own clothes. "I'll do just that," he agreed. After all, as long as they were at shore it was his day off until Bakura called him to plot the next course. Besides, he wanted to see what his little charge was up to while he was away making victims.

Yugi stepped into the med room and paused, looking around at the full jars of herbs and he frowned. Oh yeah he thought, berating himself. I did everything last night because I wasn't ready to face Yami yet. He turned back around. "I might have been a bit overzealous about getting everything done last night. I forgot so I don't have much to do unless someone comes in."

Another half smile met Yami's face and he picked Yugi up by the waist and set him down in the tiny window sill. "In that case," he teased, wiggling his eyebrows. Then he proceeded to kiss Yugi deeply and heavily.

The air was already humid enough from the island, but it was suddenly very hot and Yugi ached to rip his shirt off and run his hands along Yami's hard muscles and defined arms as he had a million times the night before. Yami, however, had no such problem undressing in what could be a public room. He slipped off his shirt and slid his hands underneath Yugi's to tease his skin. The younger cried out and jerked when those rough-padded fingers touched a sensitive spot, rubbing their fronts together and a moan to escape both of them.

"I hope this isn't a public party," Serenity teased.

A heavy blush stained Yugi's cheeks and he used Yami's taller form to hide, but the pirate just crossed his arms and grinned. He knew he was good looking and there was no reason not to flaunt it, especially when he knew Serenity had had a kid crush on him once, long ago.

"You're welcome to join," he teased. Yugi meeped behind him, digging his fingers into his arm. "I'm sure I could convince my little companion to experiment."

"Yami," Yugi whispered urgently.

Serenity only tsked and set her things on the desk, pushed her long hair over her shoulder and tucking the loose ends behind her ear. "Joey would have to kill you then for exposing me to such things," she teased right back. Really she was thinking Flirt! When you have such a cutie already.

"You know it's just fun and games," he told her, wrapping his arms around Yugi and grinning wickedly. "I have my little partner right here and I'll have you know I did all sorts of nasty things to him last night. Did you know he's vocal?"

"Yami!"

Not so much as a blush erupted on the young woman's cheeks. She merely crossed her arms and returned the small smile. Very slowly Yami's grin lessened until his bottom lip pouted and then it morphed into a scowl, wrinkles appearing between bunched up eyebrows.

"That's not fair," he grumbled.

Serenity laughed, dropping onto the stool. "You can't get me embarrassed anymore. I've been around you far too long, Yami."

Yugi, however, was blushing enough for half the island and he was only now beginning to listen in on the conversation again. A game? This was a game? It didn't help him feel any less queasy that Yami had actually told his best friend…well about that. He could hardly think about the things they did last night without blushing and that was when he was alone. Having Yami admit it in front of him and directed at another person made the embarrassment a thousand times worse.

While they were engaged in their conversation Yugi readjusted his clothes and hopped off the window sill. Nothing could be more embarrassing for him than this, he decided. He slipped out of the room, barely registering that both of them were calling him back. He was only stopped a dozen paces later when a large hand gripped around his arm and he was forced back.

"Yami, I don't -." And he froze because the person holding him definitely wasn't who he thought it was. "B-Bakura," he stuttered.

The captain gave a mock bow and then tugged the teen closer, petting his colorful hair and chuckling deep in his chest when Yami ran up to them from the direction of the infirmary. He only looked mildly surprised to see who'd gotten a hold of him.

"Come back with me, Yugi," he told the teen, glaring half heartedly at his best friend. "It wasn't my intention to embarrass you. It was just a game."

Bakura snickered. "You mean that harmless little game you play with Serenity, trying to get her to blush. I believe it's turned harmful now or so it seems our little Yugi doesn't enjoy the teasing fun."

Yugi blushed again. Even Bakura knew about it. Now didn't he just feel out of the loop? If someone had mentioned this to him sooner…well, didn't they think Yugi could play too? Stupid pirates and their dumb games and their stupid………stupidness.

He was vaguely aware that tears were blurry his vision, even if he wasn't quite sure why he was starting to cry. Then Yugi settled just for being pissed off and he tried to fight for his arm back. Instead Bakura pulled him closely and then the younger was very much aware that they pressed together in a way that him and Yami had been in only just last night with his back touching the other's front and he could very much feel a part of Bakura that frankly he never wanted to know about. He swallowed. Hard.

Without a doubt something was about to happen that Yugi wasn't quite sure he was comfortable with. If Yami had no problem teasing somebody using their sexual relationship, then there was a one hundred percent chance Bakura could do a thousand times worse in embarrassing him.

Sure enough, glancing between the two and the way he was being held, the captain was sure as a penny was one cent about to do something that Yugi was pretty sure he wasn't going to like. Not meaning to his limbs began to shake a cold breeze swept through the group and Bakura leaned down until their faces were left. If possible, his eyes widened and he knew he was staring at the captain's mouth.

A million thoughts ran through his head, the top one being: What the hell will Ryou think?! That question zipped to the forefront of all thoughts when chapped lips pressed again his and a warm tongue slipped into his mouth.

What is this? The phrase began to repeat through his head, through and through and through again; an eternal mantra of the simple yet difficult question. What is this? What is this? What is this?

And sadly, that question was answered. It was just as simple as standing there and listening to two people talk. It was their game. He'd been replaced for Serenity. Because he was simple. More tears slipped down his cheeks as Bakura continued to kiss him and if Yugi were anywhere near the percentage of bravery Malik or even Ryou had, he would've bitten him.

He'd been reduced to a toy for the pirates because Serenity no longer played the way they wanted. They wanted someone shy, someone who blushed easily and wasn't used to their 'dirty' talk, someone like him.

Yugi wrenched away from Bakura and the action was so sudden the albino captain actually released him so he stumbled a bit. He wiped roughly at his mouth, almost spitting if he didn't think he'd get smacked for it, not that he really though the white-haired teen would hit him for such a thing. Looking between the both of them, he'd never felt so enraged before. His fists clenched tightly at his sides and he glared harshly at the wooden walkway.

"Yugi," Yami questioned, stepping closer to take his hand. He was gob-smacked when the younger teen flinched away from him like there'd been an electric shock only he felt.

"I am not your plaything," he shouted, startling both pirates. "I won't play your stupid game and don't want other people going around kissing me for a laugh!" He spun on his heel and ran, hard and without looking back.

Yugi stared after, not quite sure what to believe just happened. "I think…"

"…we pushed too far," Bakura finished, nodding in agreement.

~**YxY*~

Yugi curled up on the beach and pushed the heels of his hands to his eye to keep from sobbing. How stupid! He wanted to scream it to the sky and made sure everyone on this gods forsaken island heard him as well as the people hundreds of miles away on the other side of the ocean. He thought Yami had cared for him, he said he loved him, and this is what happened because of that. How had he been so dumb? So reckless to give his heart to a pirate, of all people, and trust him to take care of it?

What did it take for a little respect on this place? He took care of people. He was helping Serenity and they shared all responsibilities. He was very careful to be nice to everybody, even if they weren't very nice back. Malik would never have put up with this. He would've socked Bakura in the face regardless of the consequences. Ryou would never have to do something so revolting, mostly because he enjoyed kissing Bakura, but he'd never have to be forced into kissing someone else. Why? He knew why. Because they went on the ship and took care of the real responsibilities, the things people on this island took care of. Yugi couldn't do that because of his pathetic seasickness.

"I have to be better," he told the sand running between his fingers. "I have to be someone strong enough to beat some stupid water with a little salt in it." On shaky legs he stood up and trudged over to the rowboat meant for fishing and pushed it out so it would rock. He climbed in and slowly stood up, staying balanced. No matter how long it took or how many he got sick, he had to beat this. He had to.

It wasn't completely horrible, at first. Then the boat rocked. It stomach jumped but he managed to hold it back. It jerked again and Yugi was forced to hold the edges of the boat to even the tilt out, his hut starting to complain a bit. When it settled he tried again. And again. Again.

At least I'm not getting sick he cheered. Maybe he just needed to keep focused and take it a little easy, but not puking his last three weeks' worth of meals was a definite bonus and it might even let him on the ship for the next sail. Then he'd be able to stay with Yami for good and he'd earn a bit of respect as part of the crew and they'd have to find a new plaything pet to use for their blushing desires.

The boat tossed to the left and the burn in the back of his throat was obvious. He covered his mouth and begged his stomach contents to stay down. They didn't listen and his vision blurred as the whole ocean tilted and dizzy as all the colors mushed together into an abstract portrait.

"Oh, Gods," he moaned just before his stomach lurched a final time. The boat rocked again and he stumbled, tripping over one of the oars and he fell head first into the water. Worst of all, he still needed to be sick and he was desperately trying to keep from opening his mouth as he struggled to figure out which way was air.

Yami!

Arm wrapped around his middle and he forced up just as the last bit of air burst from his lungs and as he broke surface he was violently sick and coughing up a lung at the same time.

"Oh, Yugi," a soft voice tsked. "What were you thinking?"

The taller body helped him to the sand and laid down so his head was resting in the shade on a comfortable lap. When he cracked open his eyes he met chocolate brown.

"Ryou." His voice cracked though so it came out more like 'co'. That soft smile met his slightly fixed gaze and he brushed back his wet bangs.

"What in the world were you doing, Yugi," his best friend asked in his favorite soft spoken British accent.

He frowned and tried to curl up on his side, but his insides protested and he was forced to stay on his back. "I have to be better so they won't treat me like a little kid or some shiny new toy."

"Bakura explained. I was worried so I came looking. I know how sensitive you can be, especially with how much you love Yami and must've missed him. Good thing too."

He nodded. And then he had a brilliant beyond brilliant idea and peeked up Ryou with his best smile, even if his face was a little sickly pale green. "Will you help me?" His face twisted with confusion. "You can help me not get sick, right? Before you guys leave again so I can come?"

"Please!"

Those eyes. That face. The smile. It was impossible for him to resist. Heaven forbid if he had dated Yugi. He'd never be able to resist.

"Very well. I'll do my best."

"Thank you, Ryou!" And he hugged him tightly, almost willing to kiss him too.