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Yugi woke up with a start. Breathing heavily he wiped a hand through his hair, pulling a face when his palm came back damp with sweat. His sleep had been…disturbed. Constant tossing and turning and fits of burning amongst flashing images of Yami…Yami!

Yugi looked to his side, and there he was.

Yami was spread out beside him, snoring gently with an arm thrown over Yugi's waist. A blush began to form on Yugi's face as the memories of the night before came back to him. Memories of kissing Yami as he was pressed him against the wall strong arms caging him in. Memories of warm lips against his neck and cold hands at his waist as he arched up into the body on top of him. Yugi felt stirrings just thinking about it. Honestly, Yugi had never taken much interest in the hormonal driven that were otherwise expected of young teenaged boys. He watched others run about without understanding the feelings spurring them on, until he met Yami. There was something about Yami. Yugi got up carefully, no wanting to wake up the sleeping figure beside him and made his way to the bathroom. Yugi made his way to the sink, splashing water on his face and washing the sleep out of his eyes. Looking in the mirror and coming face to face with his reflection seemed to draw Yugi back to reality. Where they would go from here, he had no idea. Though the way he looked at it, there were several options.

The first was to pretend it had never happened, though Yugi had no belief in his ability to pull that off successfully. They could talk about it, but 'talking' never really worked out for them. A classic example was last night, Yugi wanted to talk and ended up in bed with Yami's hand wrapped around his- yeah so that plan was out too. The boy leant forward, forehead against mirror bracing himself with arms on the sink, 'you're not an idiot' he thought 'you know that to him last night was probably nothing, don't over think this' Yugi sighed, knowing that was true.

The problem was, Yugi hadn't yet figured out what it had meant to him.

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Similar to Yugi, Yami woke with a jolt and a groan. Also he was similarly assaulted by the memories of what he'd done last night, of how he had finally got his room-mate underneath him and just how fucking good it had felt…and they hadn't even done much compared to his usual exploits. Yet somehow it had felt…more, more intense just…more. Because it was the kid? He didn't know, he couldn't explain. But part of him felt at peace, as fucking cheesy as that made him feel to admit, it was true. Although how the kid felt was a mystery, and his absence did nothing to reassure him that it might be a positive reaction.

Yami heard a slight thud, revealing to him that Yugi was in their bathroom, a quick check of the time showed that it was too early to go down for breakfast but that time was approaching. They had time to deal with this.

Somewhat.

Yami got up and walked into the bathroom slowly, not wanting to startle Yugi. A wise decision as he found the boy was leaning against the sink with his head against the wall…hopefully he wasn't about to start knocking his head against it.

"Morning Brat"

Yugi turned his head slightly, not removing his head from the wall just twisting to meet his gaze before dropping it quickly "Morning"

From the look of the brat, he wasn't going to bring up last night in a hurry, so Yami decided to take it upon himself to make the sacrifice and say "so about last night…"

His response was a noise that was something between a groan and a whimper, so Yami hurried up and tried to get out what he had to say as the kid turned to face him fully and opened his mouth to start talking "I'mSorryThatIGotMadAboutThePhoneCallOkayIShouldn'tHaveTakenItOutOnYou-

"It's fi-

"AndIReallyDidn'tMeanForThatToHappenSoI-

"Yami I'm-

"WellI'mNotGonnaComplainButIShouldn'tHaveMadeYou-

"You didn't make me do anything" Yugi said quietly.

Yami swallowed his words and just looked at the still figure in front of him, still not sure of which kind of reaction the kid was going to have and also trying to reign in his own. "Right. Okay. Right. So you're good?"

Yugi nodded leaning back against the sink "Good. Yeah. I'm good, we're good alright? So just…" he trailed off, not really sure where to go from here.

With that response, Yami decided to take a leap "'Good' as in we'll never mention it again or 'Good' as in you're going to join me in that shower?"

Yugi might have stopped breathing for a minute. Hell Yami stopped breathing, he fully expected the kid to start screaming at him. In fact Yugi opened his mouth as if to do so, but Yami noticed the boys gaze flick up and down his body the action followed by a slight blush. Yami smirked and stepped towards the shower, pulling off his shirt as he did, well aware that Yugi was watching and failing to hide the fact.

He barely managed to hold back his laugh as he heard a muttered "That's cheating"

"I'm only using the gifts I was born with" Yami winked as he opened the curtain and stepped into the bath. He reached down and twanged the elastic of his boxers "So what do you say?"

Yugi watched his room-mate carefully, flustered at the situation and no idea as to how they had reached it. However…

"Fuck it" he said and moved forward, mirroring Yamis movements as he joined the taller in the bath. Yami didn't even try to hold back his laughter at that response, but soon shut up as Yugi kissed him and closed the curtain around them.

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"You have got to be kidding" Yami deadpanned.

Marik stated flatly "Nope"

"I'm not doing this"

"Yes you are, it's your punishment"

"But it's disgusting"

"Punishment" Marik sing-songed.

Yugi sighed as he looked down at the schools swimming pool. The little water that was in there was worryingly green and clumps of leaves and…well Yugi didn't want to put a name to half of the stuff in there. But it seemed he was going to become acquainted with it soon so he rolled up his sleeves and told Yami to "Shut up and let's get a move on"

"Surely it's the swimming clubs responsibility" Yami questioned backing away.

"Normally yes" Mel cut in "But in order to find something that would make you rethink your actions, Marik asked them to hand the job over to him"

"Then he can do it"

"Do people not understand what a punishment is supposed to be anymore?" Marik grumped, actually stomping on the ground.

"Kura will help" Ryou volunteered.

Bakura snorted "Kura will do what now?"

Mel raised an eyebrow "Why are you two here anyway?"

Bakura grinned "Wanted to watch Yami get down and dirty in the pool"

"Anyone else hear how wrong that sounded" Yugi muttered.

"I need to be excused from this punishment due to hideous mental scarring" Yami volunteered.

Marik smacked both of them around the back of their heads "Shut up and get started already"

Yami glared at his cousin but finally made a move towards the pool, lowering himself carefully "You nearly pushed me in"

"If there had been more water I most certainly would have" Marik grinned.

"And that is why I came" Bakura laughed, ducking when Yami threw a sponge at him.

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"What even happened to it?" Ryou asked. He and Marik had settled on one of the pools edges, attempting to keep an eye on the three boys who were 'cleaning' the pool itself. Though a certain white haired figure was more concerned with scooping out the mess and shoving it down the back of Yami and Yugis necks than actually getting the job done but it was more or less the same.

"The swimming team won their last tournament and threw a party…in the pool. Whatever happened meant the pool needed draining and this mess was what's left behind" Marik explained.

Ryou frowned and gestured towards the pool "Shouldn't they be doing this then? I mean if it was their fault…"

"It's not really a punishment if it's something they do it all the time"

"So?" Ryou prompted

Marik cut him a sideways glance "…so they're repainting the race lines for the track team"

"And the track team?"

"Haven't done anything wrong." A smirk spread on the boys face "Yet"

"Yet, of course.

"I have a few things on standby" Said Marik in a serious tone that reminded Ryou of why exactly this small troublesome figure was in fact in charge of the whole dorm. Suppressing a shudder, Ryou turned back towards the others, his gaze settling on Yami and Yugi. Marik followed his line of sight and obviously picked up on what he was thinking as he cut the silence with a curt "You think they fucked?"

Ryou groaned "Do you have to put it like that?"

"What 'made-love' sounds better for your sensitive heart?"

"No I just…" Ryou sighed leaning back running a hand through his hair "Never mind"

Both remained silent, accepting cans of drinks from Mel who had returned with more cleaning products which he threw down to the boys in the pool before climbing down to help.

"What are we going to do?" Ryou muttered.

"Nothing to do aside from, well you know"

"Watching from the sidelines and waiting for the inevitable explosion?"

"You know it" The two boys brought their cans together in a silent cheers motion before taking a sip and settling in to watch Kura as he discovered the hose.

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"That was disgusting"

"So it worked then?" Yugi laughed as Yami struggled to get out of his soaked top.

"Oh shut up"

Yugi smiled to himself softly as he rubbed his hair with a towel, watching as Yami pulled leaves off of his skin. Something had settled between them, they both felt it Yugi could tell. How long that would last however was a whole other subject.

Things weren't fixed, far from it, Yugi wasn't naïve enough to not know that this half formed physical relationship with your male roommate wasn't going to be the romance of fairy-tales…

"You're never going to get dry like that" Yami muttered, stepping forward to stand between Yugi's knees as he knocked the hands off of the towel and took over the job of drying the smallers hair. Yugi continued to watch as Yami went about the task.

Yami's hands slowed as he felt the stare and shifted to meet the gaze.

Silently the came together in a kiss, with Yami once again pushing Yugi down and taking charge.

Oh yeah, Yugi knew that this wasn't going to end well, but the path to destruction was going to be fucking good.

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