Hehe, hello all, hope you're all well! Here is my next chapter, hope you enjoy it, was hoping to amuse you all before it gets a bit nasty. Not that the humor will stop, ha, no way.

Btw, this .: begins the start of talking in Egyptian, while this :. Ends it. Got it?

leighc for shy – Ha, thanks. Sorry if I'm too much for you Shy, but you're just adorable. Tell your friend many thanks though, and thanks to you too.

Kittengirl – yes, well, I prefer wit to pain and death or stuff like that. Oh, and their relationship evolve? Haha, mmm, I think it might crash before it even tries to get off the ground. You'll see…

Anime-Blade – somehow, I still manage not to delve over the plan too much in this one either. However, you get an inkling toward the end. Sorry, I can be slack sometimes…

crowkeeper990 – yes, 'the plan' /is struck by the bolts of lightening/ bugger. And, I have taken great lengths to improve my evil genius laughter. I nearly have it, I want it perfect.

Nachzes Black-Rider – Ahaha! Well, glad you said it, cause that means I'm not that bad cause someone else was thinking it too. Anyway, at this rate, no-one might get to fuck Seto…

Yit-ha – nope, Yami's sure of himself, so he thinks about the red eye thing in this chapter about as much as he does Anzu being nude. Also, I know you're not, thanks for the advice, but I have to keep those two squabbling for a while, cause Kaiba has that…thing in him that hates Yami.

Tassy – listening to you singing that song would make my day. As long as you sing it in the Russian, or was it german?

aloneforevemore – lol, which voices, mine or Kaiba's? honestly, you gotta wonder which one of us is more of a lunatic these days… but yes, the voices…well, they make an appearance…if that's possible for a voice.

silver-dagger-113 – mmm, everything but A, but that might come later. And yes, most people that review me do become voices, as I try to listen to my reviewer advice. What name do you want as one of my voices? Like…nickname?

Mistress-of-eternal-Darkness – don't you love bad thoughts? And of course Mok is bad, takes after his brother doesn't he?

Sorry I missed anyone, but you know I love you all, right?

Disclaimer: oh cruel fate, why do you mock me?

Chapter Eight – Arduous


Plan? Plan? They called 'that' a plan! There would be more sense in me saying I was going to swim in a shark tank wearing a dozen bloody steaks and not get eaten!

Of course, I'm half to blame, for leaving the future happiness of my love life in the hands of two people who prefer watching road kill get repeatedly run over then watching the sodding television!

I groaned, unable to keep my mind on whatever the hell it was I was doing, and subsequently irritating Bakura further.

"Ra Dammit Pharaoh! Is it that sodding hard to keep your mind on the dance? Or am I that sexually unattractive that your mind could wander?"

God I was tempted…

"No Bakura, I'm just…"

"Thinking?"

"No. Worrying. And besides…you're not unattractive. You're rather appealing actually, but I'm just not insanely inclined."

Bakura actually blushed. I do believe that was the best compliment I've ever paid the bastard. Actually, it's probably the only compliment. Still, call it insurance, I didn't need to give the spirit any extra reason to hate me when he was trying to play God, or even worse, matchmaker.

"Well, if I'm that…attractive," he blushed again, though obviously hating himself for doing it, "I should be able to make you concentrate."

He seized my hips roughly, and brought me closer, pulling me down as he bent his knee's, and dipped his hips.

Ok, now, I was paying attention. Kinda of hard not to, when a rather attractive teenage boy is almost shagging your leg.

I blushed, but Bakura smirked, and pulled me into it, forcing my hips to move in time with his. Not one to let the Tomb Robber get the better of me, I fought for dominance, allowing the thrum of the music that streamed from Kaiba's player to wash over me, surround me. It made it so much easier. Though being drunk would have also made it much easier to forget…

Bakura's smirk widened, and he leaned in closer. Before I could comprehend how close to me he was, I was enticed into a passionate kiss.

For a 5000 year old dead guy, fuck, he could kiss. I moaned into his mouth, thrusting my hips.

I felt many eye's drift to us now, gazing in mingled shock and horror, but none were the eyes I wanted on me.

'Look at me Seto…'

Mokuba, in the corner with Yugi and Joey, grinned at me over Bakura's shoulder, and winked.

Then I felt them. Cold, piercing. Those beautiful blue eyes, boring into my back. Bakura smirked, before encouraging me into another kiss, then moving to nibble my ear.

I gasped.

"He's watching," he purred, before lightly sucking my earlobe, and thrusting his hips against me. "And fuck, he's jealous. I actually feel like I'm in trouble."

I found my voice, albeit weakly. "Then time for me to move. Thanks for the dance."

I stepped back, and Bakura actually pouted, until Marik stepped forward, 'kindly' offering himself as a replacement. I headed off, toward the table, toward an icy drink that I hoped would most definitely cool me off.

Joey shot me a mildly amused, but moderately disgusted look, obviously wondering if I had lost my marbles. I undoubtedly had, but pff.

I grabbed a drink, not actually caring what it was, and downed it.

"Somehow, I get the feeling you would appreciate alcohol rather than Dr. Pepper," a smooth voice purred at me, and though it was cold, it held a hint of disdain.

I turned. "Why do you wonder? Got any?" I smirked. I would thoroughly appreciate a white Russian right now.

"White Russian?" the brunette said, raising an eyebrow.

I froze. Holy fuck! I said that aloud! What else could I have said aloud? Oh God, I am losing my marbles!

He chuckled. "Not sure about that, if you can make it you can have it, but I've got what I've got. Care to take a look?"

I tried not to blush, and desperately wanted to say 'look at what', my mind behaving rather perversely for a few seconds, before I shook it off.

"Certainly," I said with a smirk, following the teen as he turned, and strode out of the room, full of dancing hormonal teenagers.

I watched his back in silence, wondering if jumping him now was appropriate, or whether I should be patient. I didn't need Bakura and Marik telling me that timing was important.

Besides, he was turning around, speaking even.

Aw crap…

"Huh?" I just love my brief moments of articulacy.

He rolled his eyes, a brief look of contempt passing onto his features. "Still dwelling on it are you? I said, 'I didn't think you liked to dance with the devil, least of all like that.' Heh, and you called me a whore…"

Sometimes, he made it unbelievably hard to like him, he was just…infuriating. Infuriatingly gorgeous.

Dammit!

"I called you a whore cause it seems you sell your name to everything."

"Where as you just sell yourself."

I blushed, but being behind him once again, he didn't see it. "Why does it bother you Kaiba? Jealous?"

My tone was daring, excited, interested. Ra, was I interested.

I watched his shoulders tense, and he turned his head slightly, looking over his shoulder at me. His blue eyes narrowed.

"Of course not. I'm merely concerned my only worthy rival is slipping."

I frowned. "Who I fuck has nothing to do with my gaming skills Kaiba."

"When it's Bakura, I believe it does."

"You're making excuses."

"Am not."

"What are you? Five?" I teased gently.

He glowered. "I most certainly am not a five year old child if I have an alcohol cupboard like this." With that, he turned, and unlocked a cabinet door, swinging them open, to reveal a small fridge, and bottles of rum, vodka, spirits, beer, tequila, tia maria, brandy and ….khalua?

'Gay drink!' my mind hissed at me, but I covered it well, also concealing the fact I knew he had just nicely avoided the question.

"I'm impressed," I said with a genuine smile.

He grinned, pleased. "Thought you might be."

"Planning on sharing this around?"

"Possibly."

I grinned. "Well, shall we?" I didn't allow for any further argument, grabbing bottles, and turning to head back, before stopping.

I glanced over my shoulder sheepishly.

"You first, I don't need your bloody mansion eating me."

He smiled, a genuine, warming smile that lifted my feet off the ground.

His eyes shot to the ground, and then at me, raising an eyebrow. Did I mention I was serious? 'Fuck fuck fuck!'

"Did you just lift off the ground?" both his eyebrows were raised, and he looked slightly bewildered.

"Umm, no?"

He shook his head. I played on it.

"Honestly Kaiba," I said with a smirk, "pissed already?"

He frowned softly. "It was only a cigarette and scotch…" He shook his head.

"You smoke?" I was generally surprised. Though, that could be said to be somewhat attractive. Jealous of your cigarette…

He shook his head again, and looked at me. God, was he gorgeous. "It's a stress reliever, considering I was preparing for the Labrador and co out there."

I grinned lightly. "I'm surprised you don't smoke every morning then."

He smirked. "It's advisable. Come on."

He grabbed a few bottles, and strode off, leaving me with thoughts of dressing up as a cigarette, and lighting my ass off to make the effect perfect.

"Coming Yami?" he called back to me, "it's no fun getting pissed on your own."

I grinned, and took off after him, coming up beside him to walk back.

"So, Yami, why dance with Bakura?"

I blanched. I had to wonder what he was getting at.

"He's attractive?"

"And psychotic. Not to mention he is you're supposed 'enemy'. So, why are you practically shagging the albino when anyone with two collective brain cells to rub together can see both of you would prefer running the other through with rust covered blades."

He said it all very conversationally, though I noticed his eyes kept dancing over to me, as I struggled not to blush.

"Oh, and did I mention that you only stopped dancing once I took notice?"

My head swiveled around, and my face flushed. "Excuse me?" I said, somewhat incredulously, trying to mask my need to throw myself at his chest, rip his clothes off, and proceed to do unorthodox things with the liquor bottles.

He raised an eyebrow. I glared. "I needed to take a break. And this may surprise you, but the whole world does 'not' revolve around 'you' Kaiba. I'll take a break from dancing whenever I want to take a fucking break."

I realised I was losing my cool, and desperately reigned in my temper. His eyebrows though, were still raised, and he stopped walking altogether. I don't know why, but I chose to follow his example, stopping to look him in the eye.

His expression was somewhat guarded, cool, calculating.

"Over reacting a bit aren't you?" he said softly.

"Am I?" Now, God, was I tempted to use the bottles…over his head. I hated when he did this, when he caught me unawares. It was just like in duels, I think I've got him pinned, then he brings out this fabulous new move that makes me think well, I'm fucked.

He shrugged casually, though I noticed his shoulders were somewhat tense.

"Why Kaiba? Bakura not a good enough dancer in your eyes?"

"Actually yes, he isn't."

"Think you could do better?" I purred.

He froze, visibly, before gazing straight into my eyes. A dark passion burnt there, and I felt captivated by those eyes, by that face.

"Should we try?"

My mouth went slack. Try? Dancing? Sure, if you mean the dancing that leads to full blown, passionate, screaming my name sex.

And Ra, I was tempted to say that too…

I smirked. "Why not? But are you as competitive in dance as you are in a duel?"

He smirked, and commenced walking again. "You'll find out when, and if, we dance, now wont you?"


Seto's pov


Jealous?

No…

Dance with Yami? Hell, yes.

I had no trouble imagining bringing that lithe body close to mine, twisting and turning with it, teasing him insatiably. But would I lose control?

Would that voice tell me to attack him again?

Would there still be a bloody voice!

I sighed softly as we walked, confused, worried, and, dare I say it, horny.

The action made Yami glance to the side at me, before we emerged back into the main living room, music surging over us again.

Mokuba bounded up, then frowned.

Simultaneously, everyone seemed to realise that Yami and I carried grog. They stopped dancing, and stared at us.

"Nisama, you can't give the guys alcohol!" it wasn't that he didn't believe they hadn't had any before, they undoubtedly had, but it was more the fact that they could get pissed, and he could not.

"I'm not planning on it," I replied, agreeing with him. Hell, last thing I wanted to see was a drunk Joey or Anzu, one preaching friendship to a sofa while the other drunkenly mounted her leg.

Haha, ok, so that thought did make me grin.

Joey, Tristan, and Otogi seemed to move startlingly fast to get by my side. They all held out their hands.

I glared at them.

"Aw, come on Kaiba, you can't withhold the grog," Joey whined.

I smirked. "The only people hear allowed to drink are those over eighteen. As far as I can count, that's only five of us."

"What!" Joey almost roared in abject horror.

Mokuba smiled gratefully at me from behind them.

"Five?" Tristan pondered, glancing around.

"Yes, five. I had a feeling that number might be beyond your span of comprehension, so I'll give you their names instead. Me, Yami, Bakura, Marik, and Otogi."

"Yami and the psycho's get to drink!" Joey asked incredulously, shooting Yami a look of mild contempt.

"Yes. I figured that considering they're over the age limit by…oh, 4982 years, they should be entitled to drink here."

"Oh yeah? And how old is Otogi here?" the other brunette said evilly, looping his arm around the other boy's neck, and tightening.

Otogi croaked. I rolled my eyes, and glared.

"Otogi is over eighteen, as he has to be to be able to own his own store and legally merchandise his stuff. Otherwise," I shot Otogi a glance, welcoming him to interrupt, but due to the tightness around his neck, he declined. "Otherwise, he'd need a guardian to hold his assets."

He couldn't speak, so he nodded. I glared at Tristan, silently urging him to release the ebony haired teen, so I could hand him a bottle

When catching my death glare, the teen complied, albeit reluctantly.

Otogi shot me a thank you look, which I dismissed, before he turned to walk back to Serenity.

"You're not going to drink?" I asked, mildly amused.

He shook his head. "Hmm, now that I think about it, no, none for me, I'll stick with Mokuba and the others tonight Kaiba. Thanks anyway." He gave me one of those disarming smiles that knock brainless girls off their feet, and sauntered away.

I suddenly felt, or heard, Yami, beside me, growling softly. I looked at him, mildly surprised, but his face was suddenly void, and he gave me a puzzling look. Not the voices again…

For lack of anything better to do, I glared at him.

"What about me hon?"

I turned. Oh, Mai.

"Sure you feel like it tonight?"

She paused thoughtfully. "Tonight and no other night."

I nodded, and offered a choice of the bottles I carried. She selected one, flashed me a perfect white smile, and swept off, Joey almost attaching himself to her and offering little whiny noises for some of the bottle.

I was especially pleased when she waved him off with a slightly evil smirk.

Bakura and Marik then pranced up, holding out their hands expectantly.

"And, not only do we want to get piss drunk and undoubtedly destroy the west wing of your house," I glared daggers at them as they quickly snatched away the bottles, smirking their heads off, "but we wanna play a little game. If…" Bakura grinned sadistically, "Mokuba doesn't mind."

"What kind of game?" Mokuba asked happily, choosing that precise time to step over to them. Damn that seemed convenient.

"Yes, what kind of game?" I asked coldly.

"Ha," Marik smirked, "the kind that might get you laid Kaiba."

I blinked. Me? Get laid? Well, not that I hadn't considered it, but who here…

"Why, horny Marik?" Yami returned evenly, a nasty smirk on his face.

.: All the time, but I'll be damned if Bakura and I can't get you two shagged tonight:.

I watched earnestly, curious and irritated as to why the blonde might resort to Egyptian, and when I glanced at Yami, he was blushing something fierce. His eye's blended into the rest of his face well, and had there been no kohl surrounding those lustrous orbs, I might have lost them.

Wait a sec… 'lustrous orbs'!

"So Kaiba, interested?"

I shrugged it off, trying to remain calm. They couldn't affect me if I wouldn't let them.

"Not particularly. I'll watch."

Bakura winked. "Ooooh, kinky."

I glared. "To make sure you don't subject my brother to your lunacy and perversion you morons."

They both chuckled, and started walking back to the living room, the others trailing after them, interested in whatever game they were planning.

Bakura whispered at Marik, but I caught it regardless.

"Sure, that's what he says."

Seeing as how I had nothing in my hands that might prevent me, I made to go after them, aware that if I did, I'd either die, or they would. Hey, I might get to use those body bags after all tonight.

Yet after my first step, a hand reached up to clutch my arm.

I turned, thinking it was Mokuba.

…well…it wasn't…

"Yami?" I asked, mildly bewildered. He didn't want them dead?

You know in ridiculous moments like this, when I, for about a second, don't think, I come up with ridiculous, but nevertheless amusing thoughts. Like the fact that if Yami didn't want them dead, the only reason could be that they must be shagging.

Then my brain caught up.

"Yes Kaiba, that's my name. Use it whenever you wish, but tonight, ignore the psycho's?"

I was tempted to say no. A part of me screamed I should, that same part demanding that the spirit release me, take his filthy hands off me. Yet another part cried out for his touch, and fell in the abyss of his eyes.

I was torn, and I didn't even know why. My feelings raged in a battle, and I was suddenly frightened what the outcome might be.

Those wine red eyes narrowed in concern.

"Kaiba?" the voice called, smooth and full of concern.

I shook it off. Everything, every emotion in me, I blocked it, it being exceptionally easy due to the many years of practice. If these feelings were making me feel so on the edge, then it would be too dangerous for me to have now. Better nothing and sanity then everything and pure lunacy.

"I'm fine. Hand off," I snapped, and was surprised at the look of hurt that flashed across his face.

He released me, and stepped away, looking at his feet. Suddenly, he stepped forward, and placed all the bottles he carried in my arms. I glanced up, inwardly curious as to why he'd return the booze, when he turned, and walked away.

"I have to talk to someone," he muttered, before he had disappeared down the hall.

Inwardly, I grimaced. Had I offended him? I didn't really want him to go, what if I made things worse?

/Good! Yes Seto, make him hurt, make him suffer. See to it he is torn on the inside before he is burned on the outside! Destroy him/

I dropped the bottles, clutching my head, barely noticing it as they shattered around my feet.


Yami


Just when I thought I had him, just when I thought 'hey, I'm making some progress, though I'm far from first base, it's my turn to bat soon', he throws up every bloody barrier he has, and I'm sent sprawling on my ass by a giant baseball from an evil pitcher.

He hated me, I was sure of it. So why was I bothering?

Ra, I had to talk to Bakura and Marik, and yes, maybe even Mokuba.

So, I followed the hall, listening intently for the sounds of the others, knowing they had gone off to congregate in the giant Kaiba living room for the 'game'.

Then I heard the crash.

I turned back.

Was that Kaiba? Was he ok? I thought I'd go back and find out what was wrong, but he'd probably turn around and tell me to snap a bottle cap in my ass. Though much more polite than that, he is a gentleman after all.

I doubted the others had heard it, knowing how much noise they were probably making, so I made my decision.

I'm a good person, so, naturally, I turned back.

When I re-entered the 'dance room', I was shocked to see all the broken bottles on the floor. Even more so, I was shocked to find no Kaiba. My sense went on high alert, and I tensed as though volts were running through me.

My eyes raked over everything, and when I saw nothing, I made sure I heard nothing too.

I looked back at the bottles.

Where the hell was Kaiba?

"Looking for something?"

I couldn't help it, I jumped. And a gasp tore from my throat. "Kaiba! How the hell did you creep up on me like that!" I gasped, amazed.

He looked pale, eye's dancing around the room before he looked at me. "I guess I'm just creepy."

I swallowed. "So, uhh, what happened here?" I asked, trying to make up for my lack of a spine thirty seconds ago.

Only then did I notice he had a mop and broom.

"Obviously, I dropped the bottles."

"No shit," I said irritably, wishing my temper was not so off tonight. "Want a hand cleaning it up?"

He shook his head. "No, I'd rather you kept an eye on those morons and make sure they don't destroy my house. I'll get this, and meet you in there in a minute."

I was still wary, looking him up and down. He sighed.

"Bugger off Pharaoh," he said warily, and for once, I decided to comply with his wishes, and left immediately.


First of all, sorry to those of you who do actually drink and like khalua, it's just I've heard around that it's considered a gay drink, so I thought, meh, why not.

Next chapter! The plan is put into action, and Bakura and Marik realise they've gone too far! Yami's in deep shit.

Hehe, R&R my lovelies!