The manager's office was crowded.

"Never! That, gentlemen, is how many physical altercations we have had on this property! Never!"

"Never's not a numb-," one of the Americans said what Jou was thinking. "-ow!"

"I'm very sorry, sir." Brad, the drunk, was considerably more civil bandaged and sober. "I received some bad news yesterday morning, and I handled it poorly." He looked at Yugi. "I'd like to buy you a drink to apologize, if I may."

"That will not be necessary," Yami answered for his husband. "We accept your apology."

"I can speak for myself, Atemu," Yugi chastised in Japanese. He switched smoothly to English. "My family and I would love to have dinner with you and yours. We would welcome an opportunity to become friends."

Brad eyed the rest of the family, who did not seem nearly as excited at the prospect of friendship. "Great!" He put on a smile for Yugi. "You pick the time and place, my treat."

"Are you familiar with Tavern on the Green?" Kaiba asked. "I have to be in New York next month and -"

"How about tonight," Yugi spoke over him, "at the tapas restaurant, here?"

"Sure." Brad shrugged. "Whatever works for you. I'll see if the restaurant is available for 8pm, and leave word at the front desk."

"While I am pleased that you appear to have made peace," the manager glared at them all. "I want each of your personal assurances that there will not be a repeat of that kind of behavior."

"You have my word, sir." Brad stood and offered the manager his hand. "My father always says never give your word if you intend to break it."

The manager took his hand. "Your father is one of our most respected guests. I would hate to have to contact him during his stay at the Amantaka."

"At the..." Brad's smile faded as the manager's grew a bit colder. "Uh, no, sir. That will not be necessary."

"He, of course, knows that you and your friends are staying with us, yes?"

"Uh..."

"And none of us would wish to disturb him with the news that you were disrupting one of his annual vacation locations."

"No, sir. No, we wouldn't."

"Very well, Mr. Tyson." The manager nodded and the warmth returned to his smile. "I believe if you hurry, you will just make it in time for your scuba diving lesson."

"Right, yeah." Brad and his friends nearly tripped over each other in an effort to run from the office.

"So, are we done?" Otogi asked, standing.

"I believe the issue involving young Mr. Tyson has been resolved. I still must address the subsequent incident involving Mr. Kaiba, Mr. Honda, and Mr. Mutou. And the patrons and staff of our Treetop Polo Club. I am of a mind at the moment to ask you all to leave our resort and request that you never return."

"Our agreement clearly states -"

"I received a complete copy of your agreement with the corporate office earlier this morning, Mr. Kaiba, and it seems silent on a number of points I would consider key. The lack of detail alone suggests that I should remove you from the property as soon as the plane is ready to leave." He looked pointedly at his watch. "Approximately forty minutes."

"And you would have reasonable cause to do so," Yami agreed. "But I would like to draw your attention to something."

"Yes, Mr. Mutou."

"Twitter." He handed the manager a computer tablet. "It is an amusing diversion. But this week your resort has been quite the trend."

The manager frowned as he scrolled down the page. The frown deepened the more he read. "Gentlemen. I am afraid I must be blunt. The Amanpulo is not a sex resort. There are places where -"

"I found the senders of the last few tweets most interesting."

The manager scrolled, read, and then his eyes widened as he re-read what was written.

"Who's the sender?" Jou asked.

"My distant cousin - Muhammad Sa'id. And Ajai Zecha."

The manager looked up, startled. "Did you say cousin? Prince Sa'id is your cousin?"

Yami shrugged. "Well, grandnephew would be closer to the proper relation. I am older than I look. But, yes, to answer your real question, I am a biological member of the Egyptian Royal Family."

"And Ajai is the son of Aman Resorts' founder, as I recall," Kaiba said casually. "I believe he is on the board of directors for the children's museum in Singapore. On which I also serve."

The manager straightened and returned the device to Yami. "I will not be intimidated by rank, gentlemen. While I respect your positions and families, I must consider the reputation of this resort first and foremost."

Abruptly, Otogi began speaking into his phone. In Russian. "Privyet, Vlad. Eto Ryuji. Kak pozhivayesh'?" He listened, then laughed and switched to English. "Mostly fine, but I'm staying at Amanpulo and I'm afraid I've gotten in a bit of trouble. I was hoping you could convince the manager to overlook... Ah! You heard about that. No, I did NOT start it. But a friend of mine did, and... Oh you are so bad! Well the manager is worried about your reputation and he wants to send us home... What? Oh I don't care about that, Kaiba's paying. Fine us for all I care. Yes, that Kaiba."

"I'll take the fine from your hide," Kaiba snarked.

"Well it's a bit of a long story, but I actually can't promise we'll behave. And even if I did, would you really believe me?" Otogi listened for a moment then laughed again. "Ok, that I can promise. Hold on." He gave the phone to the manager. "Vladislav Doronin for you."

The manager stared at the phone for a moment. Then he took a deep breath and took the receiver. "Mr. Doronin, it is always a pleasure to speak with you. I do, sir. Yes. Yes. I see. I...see. Yes. Yes. I'll check. Yes. Those are the dates we have. The villa, yes sir. Ah, yes. Just a moment." He frowned as he returned the phone to Otogi.

"Spaséeba, sweetie. Are you coming to Tokyo soon? Well, drop by and see my father. He still thinks you're KGB. He loves it." He listened for a moment then laughed again. "Only if I don't have to go with him! Ok. Ok. Poka!" He hung up.

"Who was that?" Honda asked mildly.

"Vlad? Russian real estate mogul. I met him when Dad wanted to expand into Russia. He's the current majority partner in the disaster that is the Aman Resorts partnership," Otogi sighed. "I have his direct line because he's my ex. And it was years ago, and he's straight, and if you're going to have a fit, can you wait 'til we're alone?"

"No fit." Honda shrugged. "I didn't know you spoke Russian."

"Kaiba-kun." Yugi was in front of him, and somehow his small frame managed to block their entire group on the staircase. "Is there something you're not telling us?"

Kaiba arched an eyebrow and glanced at the other men with them before returning his attention to Yugi. "There are a great number of things I am not telling you. Is there something specific you believe I should have told you?"

"The manager mentioned an agreement. I got the feeling that wasn't just our room reservation." Yugi crossed his arms and gave Kaiba his sternest glare. "This was more than a family vacation from the start, wasn't it." It was not a question.

"Wait." Honda was behind Kaiba. "Have you been lying to us?"

"How would that surprise you, really?" Otogi sighed. "He always has a card in reserve."

"No, I have not been lying," Kaiba huffed. "As a point of fact, I never lie."

"It's true, you don't," Jou agreed with his husband. "But you do evade. I heard a couple slick lines the last couple days, but I thought you were just trying to be, y'know, chill about everything. But if there's something up..."

"There is nothing 'up'. Must we discuss this here? In the stairwell?"

"If nothing is up, then there should be nothing to discuss here or anywhere else," Yami observed. "Perhaps we should go to our rooms and you may tell us exactly what this agreement entailed."

Kaiba looked at the group again and sighed. "I do wish you all would simply trust me. This trip truly was at its heart, a chance to take Katsuya someplace spectacular. It will be the last romantic trip we take for several years. I worried constantly each time I traveled, with or without Mokuba; I am quite sure I will be even more protective of two actual infants. I was aware, however, that with any tropical location, there would be heat, and sweat glands house the human body's strongest pheromones. So, I discussed the matter with Kazuki."

"And what did he say?" Jou asked.

"He pointed out that he sweats, and he rarely leaves Tokyo."

"What does that mean?" Honda furrowed his brow. "Summer in the city, everybody sweats."

"Precisely." Kaiba nodded. "If we cannot manage two weeks on the beach, three months every year we'll have to move to Wakkanai."

"Ok, so you two are here to learn how to sweat without screwing the planet," Otogi summarized. "Why are we here?"

"And what about this agreement that left out all the details?" Yugi prodded.

"You are irritatingly persistent." Kaiba narrowed his eyes at the smaller man.

"And you are trying to make me mad to distract me from the subject," Yugi replied with an equal stare.

There was a moment of tension as both men took each other's measure.

"Does this remind anyone one else of the last time they dueled?" Honda murmured.

"Quite," Yami agreed.

"I won our last duel," Yugi reminded him. "You can't just bully me."

"I never intended to. I never have. I do all things to my own ends." Kaiba pulled out his phone and began typing.

"What are you doing?" Yugi asked.

"Sending you all copies of the agreement. Since none of you will believe me when I say the agreement was honest, I thought I'd let you read it for yourselves. I contacted the corporate office and requested use of the villa in conjunction with the release of a new product. I sent them the full disclosure, all of the known issues and side effects, and what we believed at the time was the physical area of effect. What they chose to share with the onsite staff was not my decision."

Otogi scrolled through the document on his phone. "Mmm. Still don't see why we're here."

"You are here because Katsuya likes you people and he seems to have more fun when he is with you," Kaiba snapped. "I am fully aware that I can be somewhat anti-social, which is not his nature. It's hardly a vacation, if he doesn't enjoy it, is it?"

"Wait!" Jou cut in before anyone else could. "You brought everybody on our romantic vacation, just so I would have fun? What about you?"

Kaiba shrugged. "I intended to sleep most of the trip. You would have been bored with just me. It was only logical to bring something to entertain you." He frowned as if admitting something distasteful. "And I wanted someone I trusted with you if there was an Event."

Jou smiled fondly and stroked Kaiba's cheek. "You're an idiot. I see these guys all the time. I always have to share you. And I could never, ever be bored with you."

The Americans were Brad, Denny, Gabriel, Phil and their girlfriends Cynthia, Tashauna, Eneida and Daisy. Yugi insisted that Anzu and Mai join the group.

"Next year, we'll have two more to feed!" he laughed happily.

Most of the dinner conversation was polite but stiff, with everyone being on their best behavior.

Until Cynthia leaned forward with her chin on her hands. "Ok. I have to ask. Which one of you is the Bruce Lee that dropped big, bad Bradley?"

Jou choked, laughing. Yugi blushed scarlet.

Honda looked at the guys who were there. "You didn't tell her?"

They shook their heads. "We're all friends, now, right?" Gabriel asked.

"Bros before hos," Denny remarked. "Ow!" He yelped as Tashauna poked his arm with her fork.

"Here," Mai offered her steak knife. "It's sharper."

"So who was it?" Cynthia repeated.

"No way." Jou recovered and shook his head. "That we take to the grave." He offered his hand to Brad. "Right?"

"And beyond!" Brad agreed.

"OMG! You are all really going to be that juvenile?" Eneida gasped. "¡Estupido!"

"Men are stupid by design." Anzu shrugged. "But I happen to know that Kaiba is a black belt, so -"

All eyes turned to the executive, but he shook his head. "I was at the spa at the time in question, so I'm afraid it could not have been me. And Anzu, you promised to keep that little fact between us."

She winced. "Oops. Sorry. I forgot."

"The three of us went to the spa," Otogi said, indicating himself, Kaiba and Yami. "And then to the gym. We did do some sparring, but I wouldn't call it fighting."

Phil did a spit-take. "Wait - were you guys outside?"

"Yes." Yami half smiled. "We striped down to the waist and tested our physical prowess. I'm told it was quite interesting to watch."

"I'd watch that," Tashauna murmured.

"Word," Daisy and Eneida agreed.

Gabriel said something in Spanish and both Denny and Eneida laughed.

"What?" Honda, next to Denny, asked.

Denny whispered in Honda's ear. Honda snickered, then controlled it. "Not the only one."

"Yeah? Which one?"

Honda hesitated, then grinned. "The chick with the nice ass."

Jou nearly coughed up his dinner laughing, and Yugi seemed to be laughing almost as hard behind both of his hands.

"Who is that?" Anzu asked, echoed by Cynthia and Daisy.

"You had to be there," Phil explained between guffaws.

"Evidently, we should have been there," Kaiba commented. "We, apparently, missed all the fun."

"Someone had fun." Eneida leaned in. "After you guys left, somebody had an actual orgy at the Treetop. I mean, not like all week, how couples have been getting on just anywhere. I heard it was the whole room - staff and everyone!"

"Yes." Otogi gave Honda a coy look. "No one invited us."

"I mean, I would never do something like that!" Eneida looked shocked by his response.

"Oh, you should!" Otogi said just to shock her further. "They're like dinner parties, only not boring."

"How do you get a chick to even go to one?" Denny asked, grinning as Tashauna forked him again.

"I haven't the faintest idea." Kaiba refilled his wine glass.

"She's a woman," Yami teased. "You simply tell her to go. Yugi, more wine."

Yugi was picking up the bottle when he suddenly realized why the whole table was laughing. He put the bottle down with a loud bang and sat back down. "Get it yourself!"

"Bitch," Brad snickered, which made Yugi turn nearly purple, and made the other men who knew the reference laugh even harder.

"Dude, when did you become such a light-weight?" Honda groused, holding his friend's shoulders.

Jou couldn't answer, as he hurled the remainder of his dinner into a flower bed.

"He's not," Kaiba defended. "It's not the alcohol. It's something else."

"I'm fine, damn it!" Jou yanked away from Honda. He swung his fist wildly, throwing himself off balance, and again unsettling anything left in his stomach.

"The suppressant?" Yugi asked. "I think he took a lot of them."

Seto looked at the man. "How many is a lot? I saw him take three."

"Three?" Yugi shook his head. "Three at a time, maybe."

"He took them when the alarm went off," Yami remarked.

"And when he went to the bathroom. And when the manager dropped by. And when he ran out of his own, he started taking mine." Yugi shook his head. "I didn't think it was safe, but Jou swore he'd already looked into it and it was fine."

Kaiba pinched the bridge of his nose. "Mixing a single dose of the suppressant and a single dose of the blocker is safe. But - wait, ran out. Did you say he ran out? Of pills? How on earth -"

"DAMN IT, JOU!"

They all looked over in time to see Honda punch Jounouchi in the jaw. The blond reeled then dropped to the ground.

"Katsuya!" Kaiba ran to his husband's side. "That could not have been necessary, you testosterone laden oaf!"

"I told him to quit!" Honda rubbed his own cheek. "Damn right cross; gets me every fucking time."

"Oh, Hiroto!" Otogi sighed as he also studied Honda's cheek. "That's going to bruise. We should put some ice on it. And we'd better get Jou to the clinic and make sure he hasn't OD'd."

"Are you sure celibacy is not an option?"

"Kazuki..." Kaiba sighed and resisted throwing the phone. "Yes, I am sure."

"Because that would solve a lot of this."

"Were you able to get whatever samples you needed from Tanaka?"

"Oh. Yes. I wish we could have done brain scans as well. This subject has the most exciting chemistry I've seen since -"

"The 'subject' has been ill for almost two days!" Kaiba snapped. "I don't give a fuck about his brain chemistry. Do I need to have him med-evaced?!"

"Oh. Oh, no. God, Kaiba, if his life was in danger, I'd have told you that when you called the first time." Kazuki went on, but Kaiba missed it as he collapsed with relief into a nearby chair.

Yami grabbed the phone before Kaiba dropped it. "Hello?"

"Hello? Kaiba?"

"He's indisposed. This is Mutou Atemu."

"One of the secondaries, right. How's the blocker working?"

"Fine. Perhaps we could discuss it at another time. Right now, we are more concerned about Jounouchi."

"He's fine." Yami could virtually hear Kazuki's shrug. Yami nodded to Yugi and the whole room breathed a sigh of relief. "Pharm guys said with the estimate of how many pills he took, plus the alcohol, there was no way his system could have absorbed it that fast, so it purged. It might have killed him if he did that over, like, a full day. But once it's all out of his system, he should be fine."

"Excellent. How will we know when it's clear?"

"Easy! They'll probably have another Event. The subject isn't taking anything now, right?"

"The subject?"

"Patient Zero. Well, he's really Patient One, but changing it would be a pain in the ass."

"Do you mean Jounouchi?"

"Uh, yeah. That guy."

Yami looked at the phone. He'd thought Kaiba was exaggerating when he'd mentioned how odd his lab associate is. "Is Jou taking the suppressant now?"

"One every six," Honda replied.

"No, no, no!" Kazuki yelled. "I heard him. Nothing! Clean slate. We need all new blood work after an uncontrolled Event."

"You realize that would affect an untold number of people here. We cannot segregate them."

"Yeah, I know," Kazuki sighed. "The results will be contaminated by outliers. Maybe you could get them to leave the resort? I mean, you secondaries are already..."

Yami looked at the phone and then at Kaiba. "He's completely out of touch with the real world."

"If it is not in his lab, he has difficulty relating, yes." Kaiba gestured for the phone. "Kazuki - yes, fine. Listen. Answer this: what is the approximate distance needed to keep contaminants out after 24-hours without the suppressant?"

"For the subject, or for both of you?"

"Both? No. Why would I stop?"

"We don't have clean blood work for you. You were on the blocker."

"Ah." Kaiba thought for a moment. "Give me both calculations. I'll see what we can come up with. How long will it take for us both to be completely clear?"

"24, maybe 36 hours. Watch the secondaries; they've pretty consistently shown signs of arousal before each Event. Let me do some calculations."

"You are asking for half an acre, Mr. Kaiba. The villa." The manager gestured at the resort map. "That is the only location separated from the rest of the resort by that much distance."

"I would not ask if the need was not great." Kaiba tried to be humble. "But we are running out of time."

"I am still not convinced of a need, Mr. Kaiba."

"This building here, this is where our current rooms are, yes?"

"Yes."

"If we do not move to the villa in the next -," he checked his watch, "- roughly six hours, the Events of the past five days will seem like teens flirting in a church. It will only affect the rooms closest to us at first. If, however, my sources are correct, within 24 hours, it will affect every person within a two thousand meter radius. On this scale, that would include...these buildings...this stretch of beach...these two restaurants...and of course this area with the main entrance, the gift shop, the front desk. And, thus far, we have primarily seen people who respond to the 'attract' drive. In theory, there should be an equal number of people who respond to the 'repel' drive. Like Brad Tyson. You may have more than one physical altercation -"

"Enough!" The manager huffed. "Mr. Kaiba, I think, perhaps, in the future, you should consider taking your family vacations elsewhere." He sighed heavily. "There was extreme water damage to the first level of the villa. The structure is sound, however, we have had to strip out all of the furnishings and have been treating the building for mold. The bedrooms on the second level are habitable, but there are no amenities."

"I assure you, we will not need them."

The manager sighed again. He picked up his phone and dialed. "Yes. Mr. Kaiba will be using the villa for a few days. I am quite aware, yes. Please have a cart assigned for Mr. Kaiba's use. Thank you." He hung up. "I'm sure you will want to pack a few things. The cart will be waiting at the main entrance in ten minutes or so."

"Wow. Even without furniture, this is nice." Katsuya looked around the empty space. "You were right; this would have been awesome."

"Six bedrooms with hot tubs, four baths, a private pool, kitchen - with a chef usually - and private beach." Seto shrugged. "Actually, I think you were right. Being near the center of the resort was more fun."

"Speaking of fun..." Katsuya took his husband's hand. "Come on. Let's pick a bedroom." He started up the staircase.

Seto pulled him back, pulled him into his arms. "I think this is the first time we have ever been truly alone. No brother, no staff."

Katsuya kissed him softly. "No friends. No neighbors."

"No secretaries in the next room." They both giggled and kissed again.

"No security guys giving us weird looks 'cause we took too long in the bathroom."

"No one but you," Seto kissed him more deeply. "And me." He found himself quickly becoming breathless.

Was it the pheromones kicking in? Or was it just Kat-chan?

"I want you," Katsuya panted. "Now, while you're you and not some crazy lust monster."

This time as they kissed, Katsuya tried to unbutton Seto's shirt as he backed up the stairs and pulled his lover.

"Kaiba-sama," he whispered, "please."

"Calling" kiss "me" stair "that" kiss "counter" kiss "productive" stair.

"Want you," Katsuya sighed. He wanted to run up the stairs, but he didn't want to let 'Kaiba-sama' go.

Seto slipped his hands under Katsuya's shirt and began rubbing his fingertips lightly around Kat-chan's taut, sensitive nipples.

Kat-chan whimpered into their kiss. Kaiba-sama pushed up and they both moved a step. Seto wanted to get to that bed - any bed - but that required letting go and he wasn't quite ready to do that. Besides, Kat was making truly lovely sounds as Seto teased his nipples.

"Ohgod!" Kat finally gasped. "St-st-oo-op!" Seto smiled as he twisted harder. "NO! Imgonna-Imgonna-" Kat took a step back but Seto stepped with him, squeezing and teasing all the while.

"Let it out, Kat-chan," Seto whispered. "No one here but us."

"- ohh-ohh-ohhh -," Kat panted. "Idontwanna - you-you-younever - AHH! AAHHH! Don'-don' -"

"Don't what, Kat-chan?"

"Donnmakemeco - Aahhh! Ohgod!

"Come? Don't make you come?" Seto lightened his touch a bit. "But I enjoy making you climax."

"You never let it go," Kat gasped. "You gloat."

"But of course. Why would I not revel at the idea that my beloved feels bliss at my touch? Before we got together I believed sexual bliss occurred when I orgasmed. You taught me the truth. I feel so much more when you orgasm."

Kat looked at Seto with heavily lidded eyes. "You idiot." He grabbed Seto's face and kissed him passionately, pushing them both dangerously against the water weakened railing. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you, Iloveyou, Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyoui -"

A bed was no longer a priority for Seto. He shoved Kat down on the stairs, ripping off the bothersome t-shirt in the process. Kat's nipples were reddish-pink and hard. Seto sucked one, then the other, and then set to work making Kat-chan come with nipple stimulation alone.

After the second time Kat screamed and shook, Seto found himself violently shoved and would have gone crashing down the stairs if Katsuya hadn't caught him. The blond hauled Seto up with a growl and actually carried him to the bedroom at the top of the stairs.

"What -?" Seto tried to focus as Kat-chan proceeded to yank off both of their remaining clothing.

"Fuckin' stairs killin' my back," Kat groused. "Your turn."