A/N: Argh... sorry it took so long to get this chapter up. I've been kinda sick, finals are coming up, too... But anyway, here it is; a nice filler chapter where absolutely nothing happens. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.

Chapter 5

Yami's eyes fluttered open as he slowly drifted into awareness, aching stiffness in his limbs and a painful numbness from where he'd fallen asleep on his arm letting him know that he was unquestionably awake, though as his eyes fell on the sight in front of him Yami wondered anyway if he was still dreaming. Because asleep on the damp grass beside him lay a handsome brunet, his hair matted and strewn across his forehead in wild clumps, his chest rising and falling in an even rhythm as he slumbered peacefully. One arm lay tucked beneath his cheek while the other rested atop Yami's waist, holding him close.

"Seto…?" Yami breathed. Had they fallen asleep outside?

He sat up slowly, careful not to wake the other, and looked around, blinking in the light of the rising sun. They had fallen asleep outside... but at least they hadn't been cold, as Yami wryly observed. They'd fallen asleep entangled as closely together as possible, and the blanket still covered Yami's legs and most of Seto. One of them must have pulled it over them during the night.

The crimson-eyed teen let his gaze travel back to the sleeping brunet. Seto looked so incredible, like this. Peaceful; unguarded… it was… nice. He smiled softly and ran his fingers through the other's hair, attempting to smooth out the snarls before he paused and gently cupped Seto's cheek, sighing at the feel of the smooth skin under his palm.

Yami didn't know where Seto's sudden feelings for him had come from, or why the other had kissed him like that – twice now. But he had to admit that, though definitely unexpected, he was glad that it happened. Seto was strong and proud, beautiful and brilliant, attractive yet more than just someone Yami would be physically attracted to. No, Seto was someone who Yami could care for – who he did care for – though this new phase of their relationship was happening so fast. But despite the fact that they'd only been together for less than a day – if they even were officially together – Yami had already fallen hard for the CEO. And fallen for Seto in his own right, though he did remind him…

"Good morning."

"GAH!" Lost in his thoughts, the spiky-haired teen hadn't noticed when Seto's eyelids cracked open, revealing sapphire eyes that twinkled in amusement when Yami jerked his hand away from where it had been absently tracing patterns along Seto's skin.

Seto smirked a little, but then made a face as he sat up and stretched, the blanket sliding to the ground as the brunet slowly worked his stiff muscles. "Ahh… What are we doing out here?"

"We fell asleep, I guess," Yami muttered, shrugging. Now that Seto was awake he was beginning to feel a little awkward. How was he supposed to act around the other now? Were they a couple? Or was he reading too much into Seto's kisses? "I… I should probably go home now," he mumbled.

Seto snorted. "The only place you're going is to the shower. You smell like you've been sleeping in the dirt."

A tiny smile cracked Yami's lips. "So do you, you know."

"That's not possible, Yami. CEOs do not smell like dirt."

"Oh? What do they smell like then?"

Seto didn't answer, merely giving the other a suggestive look before he suddenly pounced. Yami squeaked in surprise as Seto launched himself at the smaller teen, pinning him to the ground while he trailed a series of kisses along Yami's neck, up to the sensitive spot just under his ear.

Yami laughed, twining his fingers in the chestnut hair as Seto continued molesting his neck. Well, that answered his question about how to behave around the CEO; at least Seto didn't act as if he wanted to go back to the way things were, before. Though maybe he had just woken up in a good mood.

Seto sat back, releasing Yami and observing him through deliciously clouded eyes. "Well, I trust I've proven my point."

Yami blinked. "What point?"

"Now let's go inside so you can get a shower." He rose gracefully, offering a hand to Yami who took it immediately, twining his fingers with Seto's.

"Oh, that. You do smell like dirt, you know. Or at least grass," Yami informed Seto teasingly, craning his neck to meet the other's eyes.

"I told you that's not possible. You're mistaken, as usual."

"As usual? I'll have you know—" Yami began indignantly, but Seto interrupted him.

"Though a shower does seem appealing… Care to join me?" he asked slyly.

They stepped into the house a few minutes later, still holding hands, Seto smirking like a well-fed wolf and Yami with a distinctly red face. The brunet led them through the house, his warm, strong fingers tugging Yami along with little resistance until they reached the main staircase, where the wild-haired teen firmly planted his feet in the thick carpet.

"Wait… Seto…" Yami began. The other paused, turning back to him with an expectant expression, but Yami faltered. He wanted to say something, though he wasn't sure what, about their relationship, about them… or maybe just the fact that he was definitely not planning on taking a shower with the CEO that morning.

Nothing came out.

"Yes?" Seto prodded after a moment.

"I don't… We're not…" Yami broke off again, biting his lip, and Seto smiled.

"I was just kidding Yami, I thought you knew that. Besides, don't you think it's a little soon for that anyway?"

The smaller teen's eyes widened and his jaw dropped, giving him the appearance of a rather large goldfish. He appreciated the sentiment; but unless Yami was very much mistaken Kaiba had just implied that they would shower together (if not this morning), hence giving Yami a lot to think about – as well as some rather graphic mental images.

He flushed, wide-eyed crimson stare locking with the gaze of the other, and Seto and Yami moved together, their lips meeting once again in a chaste kiss that quickly turned heated in a wild jumble of lips and hands and warm bodies. Yami's arms locked around the brunet's neck just as Seto's tightened around his waist and pulled; and then his feet had left the floor, his legs wrapped around the taller teen's hips as they both moaned into the kiss. Seto took a step back, toward the stairs…

"Ex-cuse me."

They broke apart with a gasp, heads swiveling to look at the intruder – though Yami's legs stayed firmly wrapped around the other's waist, and Seto didn't bother trying to let go of him anyway.

"Mokuba," Seto panted, giving his brother a mild glare. "Was there something you wanted?"

The raven-haired boy raised an eyebrow. "May I speak with Yami, please? In private?" He crossed his arms across his chest, tapping his foot impatiently against the carpet.

Seto and Yami exchanged glances, the smaller teen gently releasing his death-grip on the other and backing away. The slightest hint of amusement played around the brunet's lips. "By all means," Seto said grandly, the amused curve of his lips threatening to spread into a full-fledged grin as Mokuba stomped over to Yami and grabbed his arm, dragging him into the next room.

Yami shot Kaiba a glare.

Once out of earshot in the living room, Mokuba gestured for Yami to take a seat on the couch. The dark-haired boy settled himself in the armchair across from Yami and proceeded to glare at him until the older teen began to feel distinctly unsettled. "Er… What did you want to talk to me about, Mokuba? Is this about me and Seto?"

Mokuba rolled his eyes. "What do you think?"

Yami blinked, a little surprised at the generally cheerful boy's sarcastic tone.

Kaiba was a bad influence on his brother.

The younger Kaiba shifted impatiently in the armchair, obviously waiting for some sort of reply, so Yami cleared his throat and began slowly, attempting to put things as delicately as possible for the other. "Mokuba… I know you may be surprised, or confused by what you just saw, but I assure you it's perfectly normal. A part of life. When two people care about each other very, very much, they choose to express those feelings… er… physically. Usually it's a man and a woman; but sometimes there are exceptions; like your brother… Seto is a very special person, and he realizes that gender shouldn't be a barrier, rather the person inside is what's important. Though the mechanics are a little… different…"

"Are you giving me a SEX talk?" Mokuba cried incredulously.

Yami winced. "It's normal to be confused, even a little curious, but you need to understand that what Seto and I were doing wasn't just for fun… though it is enjoyable… but the point is, things like that shouldn't happen with some random person. There are feelings involved, a lot of feelings. You shouldn't try it just because you saw Seto--"

Mokuba burst out laughing. "You're giving me a sex lecture! And a bad one!" He clutched at his chest, doubled over with giggles, while a frown settled on Yami's features.

"I'm sorry; I know your brother should be the one to talk to you about this. But you seemed upset… I thought you wanted to talk about Seto and me?"

"Not like that," Mokuba gasped through his giggles, but then just as suddenly as the fit of laughter had begun it ended, the younger boy sitting up straight in his seat, a serious expression fixed on his face once more. "Not like that. I just wanted to make a few things clear."

Hopelessly confused, all Yami could do was raise an eyebrow and motion for Mokuba to continue.

"You two seemed rather friendly back there…" The raven-haired boy trailed off, fixing Yami with a steady glare.

"Er…"

"All I can say is, Yami, you better not just be messing around. You're my friend, but Seto is my brother and if you DARE hurt him I'll have no choice but to hunt you down." He uttered the threat flatly, the seriousness of his statement reflected in smoky gray eyes. "Now tell me, what exactly are your intentions with my brother?"

Yami blinked. "Er…" he repeated, for what seemed the hundredth time that morning.

"Do you care about him?" Mokuba pressed.

"Of course," Yami responded instantly, and the younger teen's features relaxed a bit. "But Mokuba, you have to realize that it's still early… I mean, Seto and I have only been… well, yesterday was the first time he's ever shown any interest in me. That's not much time to build a relationship. But I would never hurt him."

Mokuba grinned. "You'd better not. But you're wrong, you know; Seto liked you way before yesterday."

"He… he did?"

"Yup. He's pretty much the master of denial, but I could tell. There were so many hints… Although, when we didn't see you for months I figured that Seto had given up and would never approach you."

"R-really? What kinds of hints?"

The grin on Mokuba's face stretched even further and he settled down in the armchair, delighted with the chance to tell a few embarrassing stories about his brother.

The smell of food wafting from the kitchen drew Mokuba and Yami from their conversation in the living room, the preteen proclaiming he was starving and the other merely following his host, knowing if he was left on his own he would never find his way out of the enormous house. As Yami followed Mokuba into the kitchen he wasn't sure what he expected to find; most likely some servant busily preparing exotic cuisine while another set the 50-person dining table with silver utensils and sparkling crystal wine glasses. Or at least a personal chef making the young Kaiba some sort of healthy breakfast.

What he definitely didn't expect to see, however, was Seto Kaiba in his typical skintight black pants and black turtleneck, his hair still dripping from a recent shower, busily frying eggs and bacon in a pan on the stove.

"YAY! Seto's cooking breakfast today!" Mokuba cheered, grabbing a plate off the table and running to his brother's side, hovering impatiently beside the frying pan to wait until the first of the eggs and bacon were ready.

Yami hovered just inside the doorway, watching Seto uncertainly. He wasn't sure what to think, observing the slight turn of the chestnut head as Seto glanced at him over his shoulder, giving the spiky-haired teen a tiny smirk before he went back to cooking. Watching the CEO flip eggs with a spatula, glancing occasionally down at the excited, chattering boy beside him while he fixed breakfast for his little brother…

It was incredibly domestic. Domestic and not like the arrogant, sarcastic CEO at all, yet paradoxically exactly something the fiercely independent brunet would do – taking care of himself and his little brother, on his own. But, however characteristic of Seto Kaiba or otherwise, the entire scene made the stoic CEO seem a little more… real.

And it was unbelievably endearing.

Yami wandered toward the stove to stand by Seto, watching idly as Seto raked scrambled eggs onto Mokuba's plate. "Can I help?" he asked.

Seto gave him a measuring look before nodding and pointing to the counter. "You can whip up a couple of eggs while I do this," he assented, gesturing to the bacon still sizzling in the pan. "I assume you know how," the brunet added, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," Yami retorted indignantly, crossing his arms across his chest, but Seto merely grinned and went back to watching the bacon fry. With a huff, Yami moved over to the bowl on the counter and grabbed an egg from the Styrofoam container beside it, cracking the egg violently on the side of the bowl.

Bits of yolk and eggshell flew everywhere, splattering on Yami's clothes and sticking in his hair, little white chips prominent in the dark spikes and clinging to the blonde bangs framing his face. Seto and Mokuba burst out laughing. "I thought you knew what to do," Seto snorted.

Yami muttered something incomprehensible under his breath and began picking eggshell pieces from his hair.

"Do you need some help?" Seto's breath against his neck made the crimson-eyed teen start in surprise. The brunet had come up behind Yami while he was sulking, and now he pressed his lean body all along the smaller teen's back, reaching around Yami and wrapping an arm around his waist so that he held the wild-haired male in a loose, backwards sort of hug.

"Don't you have to watch the stove?" Yami asked breathlessly, his body screaming at the warmth spreading deliciously down his spine.

"It'll be fine for a few minutes. Now," Seto murmured, lowering his lips so his breath ghosted across Yami's ear and down his jaw. "Let me show you how to do this right."

The crimson-eyed teen might have been offended by Seto's words, if the other hadn't been standing so unbearably close and whispering in his ear as if they were sharing something secret. But instead, he stood frozen beneath the brunet's gentle touch, a shiver running through him as Seto's soft lips descended to plant a kiss just below his ear before he spoke again.

"The trick to making eggs is to be gentle." With the arm not wrapped around Yami's waist, Seto reached around the smaller teen and picked up one of the eggs in the container. "Don't hurry; take your time to make sure you've got everything just the way you need," he tapped the egg lightly against the side of the bowl, "to get the reaction you desire."

The eggshell broke neatly in half and a perfect, round yolk slid into the bowl.

As soon as Mokuba finished his breakfast and wandered into the living room to watch television, Yami pounced. He climbed into Seto's chair, where the other still sat eyeing Yami and pretending to eat his breakfast, and wrapped his arms and legs firmly around the other before planting a heated kiss on the other's lips. Seto didn't spare a moment before responding fervently, his tongue forcing its way through pliant lips to wrap around Yami's.

The crimson-eyed teen moaned happily and Seto broke the kiss, instead trailing a wet path along Yami's throat to the juncture of his neck and collarbone. "Eager, are we?" he mumbled against Yami's neck.

"Oh please," Yami panted, arching his back under Seto's assault. "You started it."

"You're mistaken, as usual." Seto's hands slipped under Yami's shirt, teasing and sliding tantalizingly over the soft flesh beneath. Yami bit his lip.

"You… you knew exactly what you were doing… ah… with that cooking nonsense…" the smaller teen gasped before bringing his lips down to meet Seto's once again, his fingers tangling in the other's hair.

They kissed for a few minutes without further conversation, content for the moment to merely explore each other's mouths, until Seto broke away once more, smirking as his fingers crept toward Yami's belt. "I was simply showing you what to do. You've said it yourself. Where would the King of Games be without my help?"

Yami smiled lazily, letting Seto's hands explore while his own traced slow patterns along the CEO's back. "You're right, Seto. You've helped me so much; with duels, and this weekend with… OTOGI!"

Yami scrambled off the brunet's lap, refastening his belt and hastily straightening his shirt as Seto stared, raising an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you're already starting to call out someone else's name," he commented dryly.

"No! Seto, we forgot about Otogi! We have to go get Jiichan's Blue Eyes!" Yami cried frantically, running his hands through his hair to get rid of any stray bits of eggshell.

"Right now?" the CEO protested, his voice rising in what sounded suspiciously like whining.

"We don't have much time," Yami answered, narrowing his eyes. "But if you don't want to help, I can always just go by myself." The scarlet eyes flashed questioningly at Seto before Yami turned around and stalked out the door.

Seto followed a moment later.