A/N: Wrote this and put it up on DA, now I'm putting it here. Yaoi warning, Yugix?? Ryoux?? I've made it pretty obvious who their talking about but I dont want to just spell it out for you, so go ahead and read it, see which character I turned into a bastard this time.

(Yugi's POV)
I've known that he has had some one for a time now, I don't know who, but I know there is some one. He isn't ever at home any more, maybe for a meal, he'll show up when all of us are going out to do something, probably just to keep up appearances. He tells me that he is mine, makes me smile, but his eyes are dead to me. His body, his words are perfect, but they cant mean any thing if he has such cold eyes when he does and says these things.

When he leaves home he smiles at me, almost as though saying sorry, or giving me pity. Poor little Yugi doesn't have a clue. Yes, that's what it says exactly. As soon as he leaves me where does he go? Straight into some one else arm, I know it, so many nights away from home, away from me, what else could it be?

(Ryou's POV)
He came to me again tonight, god theres no way for me to say how much I love that man, but I know he cant ever be mine. He has some one already, a 'wife'. Yugi is the one that he has given his heart to in words, but I have his real heart, his real love. But Yugi is the lucky one, he gets to see that face in the morning, so peaceful and unmasked. He gets his mornings and his days, some times I have his nights.

But does he really love Yugi, the way that I know he loves me? Does he think of Yugi when hes holding me? Does he ever whisper his fantasies to that other boy, or am I the lucky one that gets that part of his life?

When he's here he says he needs me. He would give me the world just to make me happy, but he wont give me all of himself. He says that he wants me, he believes in me more then any thing else. He will protect me, be a better Yami then the prick I was cursed with...

(Yugi's POV)
He got home so late tonight. The red letters of my clock flashed to three in the morning before I heard the front door open. The tears on my cheeks had already dried up, if the room hadn't of been dark I would have been scared that he would see that I had been crying.

Quietly he came into the room, trying not to wake me. Maybe if I didn't wake up I wouldn't have realized he was gone, yeah right. Smoothly he slipped into bed, the smell of some one else still on him, but he's smelt like that person so often lately I'm starting to confuse it with his scent. Gently he wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my shoulder, spooning me almost as though he loved me.

He whispers his love to me, kisses me, knows that I was crying. He tries to tell me that there is no one else, but I cant say any thing. Maybe he is telling the truth. Is he deceiving me, or am I deceiving myself?

I ask him if he loves me but he doesn't even have to speak, I know the answer, the same heart felt yes, I do love you, I always get. Does he love that other person like he claims to love me? Does he think of him when he's holding me? Does he whisper his fantasies, and touch him with the same loving caress that he does me?

I don't mean to get a temper; I will love him no matter what he does. All I really need to know is does he love him?