Well, here we are, second to last chapter. Whee. & throws confetti&

Yami: Joy of joys. More torture for us. -.-

Torture is fun! .

Yami: I hate you -.-

&&&&&&&

Chapter 10: A Private Dance

"Okay, okay. Anyway, even though Anzu's in New York applying for that ballet school, when she comes back, I don't want you seeing her. She's a bad influence. And about the school dance- Yugi is too young to go; he's only 15. Since you're 16, it's okay, but…maybe it would be best if you didn't. Anzu will most likely get you in a lot of trouble."

Yami felt his heart fall out. He couldn't take Yugi to the dance? Numbly, he nodded at Grandpa and got up, leaving his cookies and milk behind.

On the living room floor, Yugi lay, arms limp on his stomach, violet eyes wide with shock and hurt. He could't go to the dance? That was all he'd ever dreamed about- him and Yami dancing together. He'd be held close in Yami's strong, sure arms, Yami smiling down at him as Yami whirled him around the dance floor- And now, his very own flesh and blood, his grandfather, had ruined it. Not Anzu, but Grandpa.

Tears burned his eyes and he sniffled. Before he could fully break down, though, a warm hand squeezed his shoulder. Yugi looked up into Yami's crimson eyes. Yami didn't say anything; he just held out his other hand to Yugi. "Lets go upstairs." Yugi sniffed and nodded, placing his soft hand in Yami's larger one; the older boy pulled him to his feet. They slunk through the kitchen, heads down, neither one looking at Grandpa, then raced upstairs to Yami's room, where Yami locked the door.

Yugi sat upon Yami's bed, crying. "I-I can't believe he won't l-let me go! I'm 15! I'm not a b-baby!"

Yami took his hikari into his arms. He kissed the top of his head and held him tightly. "Hush. I know. But it's alright. I have a plan." Yugi looked up and Yami kissed a stray tear on Yugi's soft, flushed cheek. "If we can't go to the dance, then we'll have our own."

& & & &

The moon shown bright and full through the window in Yami's room. The curtains were pulled back. Yami had shoved aside the mess of clothes and manga in his room, clearing an open space at the bottom of his bed. He'd fished his radio out from under a pile of books on ancient Egypt and sat that on his bed.

It was Friday night, the night of the dance. Yami had told Grandpa he wouldn't go, but he said nothing about not having a dance in his bedroom! Yami had already taken his shower, and was in his pajamas. He had on a black beater with red boxers that were suggestively below his hips, accentuating his lean, toned stomach that was hidden by his shirt.

There was a soft, timid knock. "Yami, can I come in?" Yugi's voice quavered with nervousness. Yami curled his toes in the blue carpet and called for his hikari to come in. Slowly, the door squeaked open a crack, and Yugi's huge, violet eyes peered in. "H-hi."

Yami laughed, low and sensuous, and came over to the door, extending his hand to Yugi. The little one hesitated, looked into Yami's smiling face, smiled back, and placed his hand trustingly in Yami's. Yami pulled him into the room, shut the door, and hit the play button. A slow love song came on.

Yugi stood in the middle of the room nervously, curling his toes. His hair was still damp and smelled of apple shampoo. He wore his light blue pjs, the ones with fluffy clouds on them. He smiled timidly up at Yami as the bigger boy stepped in close. Yugi's heart hammered in his chest when Yami's arm went around his waist. Then, they began to sway.

No, they weren't wearing special, fancy clothes. There weren't in a gymnasium or cafeteria or dance hall, and there was nobody else around. There was no refreshment stand with punch or goodies, and the music came from a mixed CD. But it was still special. It was their first dance together.

"Yami, I love you." Yugi sighed happily, laying his head on Yami's bony shoulder.

"I love you, too." Yami rested his chin in Yugi's hair as the two continued to sway together.

TBC…

&&&&&&&&

Yay! One more chapter until the end! Review, pretty please?