Chapter Eleven
Yami stayed near Yugi the whole night, even when they went to bed. The younger boy sighed with a loving feeling creeping in his heart. Two strong arms clung to his chest and waist in a protective manner. "Yami... what's wrong?"
The older boy didn't answer, as Yugi suspected, he was fake sleeping. "I know what you do when you don't want to talk." he said, turning over to face the deep tanned face of his lover. His hard features of keeping a game face on all day was down, and his face was soft and calm.
"Yugi," Yami muttered, holding the boy tighter. "I love you so much."
The boy squeaked from the sudden tightness of Yami's arms but relaxed. "I know you do, and you know I love you too."
He nodded with satisfactory. Yugi smiled as he nestled into Yami's bare chest, breathing in a warm fragrance of cinnamon. "You smell like you've taken a bubble bath." Yami teased. The other blushed but Yami couldn't see. He only laughed.
"So, what about your secret?" Yugi smiled.
As young as he was, he knew his friend had probably frowned. "Do I have to tell? It is a secret after all."
"I just wish you wouldn't keep things from me." Yugi sighed, looking into his crimson eyes. They seemed so soft now, unlike his hard ones.
Yami turned on his back and raised his arms up so he could rest his head in his hands."Well, if you must know." he smiled. "I don't think telling our friends was the wisest thing."
"But you know we can't lie to them." Yugi added, bundling up the covers. He didn't know how Yami didn't feel the cold that was coming from the open window.
"We could if we wanted to, or it was serious enough."
"I couldn't."
Yami turned back to Yugi. "Are you cold?"
"The blankets are warm enough." Yugi reassured, once again snuggling up with Yami. With a smirk, the older boy reached over the bed and shut the window.
"Better?" he asked.
Yugi nodded. "Why are you so mysterious."
"I prefer things inside then out." Yami said, rolling back over to hug Yugi again. His arms were warm and comfortable. "Your confusing too you know,"
The boy in his arms giggled. "I'm confusing? I try to make myself openly known because people could understand me more. Besides, if I was always saying how I felt about something, I could probably change it for the better and all."
"Hm, I suppose your right. Let's get to bed, I'm tired." Yami yawned.
Yugi nodded before closing his eyes.
~* somewhere else that night*~
"Do we have an agreement?" a dark smooth voice said in a British accent.
"How can I trust 'you' Bakura. You're a lying scum bag. Even though I despise Yugi I don't believe anything you just said." Seto Kiaba said in his office chair. His deep blue eyes cold and unmoving.
The white haired boy shrugged. "It's your chance to have the perfect duel."
"I don't cheat, if that is what your implying." Seto glared. "How low can you be to not play at your best?"
"But you do want to win." Bakura put in.
Kiaba was now infuriated and stood up. "Don't you ever come here again. I want this man addressed out."
Two guards came by and grabbed Bakura by the arms, before thrusting him out of his seat. "Don't believe me Kiaba, but if you come to like my offer, here's my number." Quickly he took out a piece of paper and threw it on the table. "Sayonara for now."
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Well, another chapter is been written!! I can't wait to see what everyone thinks!! ^ ^
Chapter Twelve
Joey also has a secret waiting, but he refuses to tell, and Kiaba thinks heavily on using Bakura's information on the two boys. How could Yami stop everything from unfolding? Find out next time!!