WARNING – Do NOT attempt to eat food or drink while reading this story. I do not want to be sued for messed up computers, pudding covered dogs, or ruined lunches.

Chapter 4

"Who the hell are you?"

Seto could only stare at the young man currently lying on top of his chest, looking back at him with a smirk on his face. How the hell he knew he was smirking at him in the dark was beyond him.

"Oh you should know the answer to that Daddy. But incase you forgot in your old age, I'm Atemu or you can call me Yami as my friend Bakura does."

Seto blinked. "Atemu?"

"Yes."

"But you're so big! I must be dreaming."

"Nope, sorry, you are wide awake and I am very real. But to answer question as to why I'm so big," he paused to chuckle. "Let me give you the short version. Lets just say it involved Kura, a fair, a gypsy, curse which causes me to be a child at dawn and at midnight I turn back to me, the regular me, the eighteen year old me, the real me."

"Huh?"

"Oh that's intelligent. What happened to the brilliant CEO that adopted me? What are you cursed too? At midnight you become stupid?"

Seto growled and went to place his hands on the man's hips to flip him over only to notice that most of his hands met with only bare skin of obviously toned hips. Embarrassed and shocked, he withdrew his hands only to an amused chuckle from the one on top of him.

"Oh, so you want to be on top? I can deal with that."

In one quick flawless movement, Seto found himself laying on top of the other, slim but toned legs wrapped around his waist and again he just knew Atemu -Yami (whoever the hell he is) was smirking at him.

"You know," the one below him purred, "how about you turn on a light? Then you can see for yourself that I really am who I say I am."

Narrowing his eyes, Seto shifted some to reach the lamp on the bedside table when he heard a moan from the one below him.

"Damn Big Daddy, I bet you can live up to your nickname when you're in the mood huh?"

Choosing to ignore that comment since he was oddly flattered and turned on by it, he finally turned on the lamp. Blinking away the harshness of the light, he looked down at the – he gulped – gorgeous person under him. It was true; Yami (as he decided to call him to keep the two separate in his mind) could easily be Atemu's older brother.

One sexy older brother.

Eww, wasn't this his son?

"Ok so you look like him. But that doesn't mean a damn thing. There are no such things as curses."

Yami snorted. "Yeah well trust me, they are. And unfortunately, I am living proof that they exist."

"What exactly was the curse?"

Furrowing his eyebrows in thought, Yami recited the gypsy's words; "Through the love of a child you will find your heart."

"That's stupid."

"I thought so too until I woke up in an orphanage with the weirdest memories of being a child and that was a year ago."

"So….you've been like this for a year?"

"Yep."

"And no one has figured it out yet?"

"Nope."

"Wait…did you say you remembered being a child?"

Yami nodded his head and grinned. "Atemu never remembers Yami, but I always remember him and what he's done for the day. Speaking of that; that was really sweet when you gave in and kept Esel on your desk and thanks for rescuing me from that son of a bitch earlier."

"So it's true? You really are Atemu."

"Yes, and it seems, if my memory serves me right, that some of the adult me is leaking through to the child me. Does the phrase 'me on top' ring a bell?"

Seto gulped and watched as a sexy smirk formed on Yami's lips. Damn if this wasn't his son…. "Yeah I seem to remember something like that. So you're saying that some of your personality is coming through into Atemu? Is that how he is so smart at his age?"

"I'm not quite sure how that works to tell you the truth. While Atemu has a child's body, he has my brains and personality. But this is the first time he – I – have ever said anything like that to someone before. I'm not sure why it happened."

"Well whatever the reason is we have a problem. I can not legally adopt someone that is really eighteen years of age."

"Aww… you're not into the whole incest thing?"

"You're disgusting."

"And you flatter me. But don't worry. We've six months before the process is legal, that gives us that many months to break this curse or for you to find you another little heir to your empire."

"We?"

"Yes, we. It's not like I can do things on my own when I'm only five half the time." Yami paused then grinned rather evilly. "Now, unless you'd like to get to know each other on a more personal level, I suggest you get off of me and let me go back to my room."

Nodding his head, rather too shocked to do anything else, Seto rolled off of Yami and watch with wide eyes when the now teen Egyptian got out of the bed. The formally over large t-shirt was now barely covering up the young man's ass….

Was he naked under there?

"Oh and by the way," Yami called over his shoulder as he carelessly threw something back on the bed. "Don't ever buy Atemu underwear with goldfish on them ever again. Besides, when I change, they tend to rip and fall off."

Seto blinked as he looked from the retreating Yami to the torn child's tighty-whities lying beside him.

Guess that answered that question.

"I can't believe this. I have a nephew."

Seto smiled slightly as he looked from his college-aged brother to the now young Atemu, who was currently sitting at the kitchen table eating a bowl of alphabet soup for supper.

Not once all day had he been able to look at the young kid without seeing an older Yami wearing nothing but his t-shirt. It irked him to no end that things suddenly went complicated and confusing. And today his younger brother decided to pay him a visit.

He couldn't talk to Atemu about this cause the child didn't have a clue as to what was going on and speaking to Mokuba about it was out of the question too.

Seto looked down at his cup of coffee and frowned. After last night's weird encounter, he had gotten very little sleep – as attest to the ten cups of caffeine he had drunk already since this morning.

Every time he tried to close his eyes all he saw was that sexy smirk, felt that slim toned body beneath him, and could still smell the watermelon shampoo on Yami that Atemu had used. He groaned right before he took another sip. He was doing it again. Why couldn't he stop thinking about Yami for one minute?

"Yeah and now I have an uncle. So you're in college? What are you studying?"

"Architectural engineering with a specialized degree in Earthquake Engineering."

"Oh?" Atemu took a bite of his soup. "And what for?"

"I want to help design a new building for Kaiba Corp that will be earthquake proof. I want to make sure that if the same thing that happened in Tokyo happened in Domino it won't destroy our company."

"Yeah I read about the quake in 2004, it destroyed over 1,400 buildings if I remember correctly." Crimson eyes looked thoughtfully into his bowl.

Both Seto and Mokuba raised an eyebrow at him curiously as the child dipped his fingers into the soup, pulling out something and arranged it on the table.

"That's right."

"So would the KC building grounds be prone to liquefy during an earthquake? Have you had the soil tested? Is it loose, saturated and granular?"

Mokuba blinked at the child, forgetting all about Atemu pulling out various noodles from his bowl and placing it on the wooden surface.

"You know…" the child continued next, not looking at either adult. "In the states the Network for Earthquake Engineering Simulation just had a five million upgrade. They can now make hybrid models of both physical and numerical components. It's fascinating really. They can test things physically and can test them with computers also. They have several testing sites, you should see if you can go there."

Mokuba gaped and turned his head towards his brother. "Damn Seto, I'm amazed."

The CEO couldn't help the smug smirk that formed on his face. "Told you."

"Yeah I know but… wow. I mean no five year old should know about that. You sure got lucky when you met him."

"Look Daddy!"

Quirking an eyebrow, Seto leaned forward to see what his son was pointing at and what he saw made him drop his cup, blanching, not even hearing the shattering sound as he read….

'FUCK ME BIG DADDY' written in alphabet noodles.

Confused at his older brother's reaction and the rather proud grin on Atemu's face, he leaned over and looked at it.

"Or maybe you should take him back and ask for a refund. He's obviously broken."

Atemu frowned at Mokuba's words and the panicked, stunned face of his father. He looked back at his creation trying to figure out what he had done wrong.

"Umm.. well you see… he…" Seto gulped still not looking from those damn words to look at his brother. "He's on this medication and it makes him act funny." Seto made a nervous laugh. "Just the other day he said 'pretty please with me on top' I should really call the doctor on that and get it changed."

"What did the pediatrician have him on Viagra?"

"Medication? Viagra?" Atemu tilted his head. "The geezer get-it-up pill? I don't take anything and I'm too young to have sex." He looked over at his uncle and narrowed his eyes. "And I am not broken."

"Whatever you say kid. But that's not normal. No child says they want to fuck their daddy."

"Fuck?"

Seto groaned, holding his stomach like he was going to be sick.

"What does this 'fuck' mean?"

Mokuba snickered and leaned across the table to give his brother a pat on the back. "Ask your Big Daddy to explain the finer points of the word."

After Seto somehow got his overly amused brother out of his house several hours later, the emotionally worn out CEO looked back at Atemu who was sitting with a 'care to explain now' look on his face. With a sigh, Seto told his son to follow him to his home office where he sat down behind his desk looking pointedly at the other chair, silently telling Atemu to take a seat.

Crawling up into the big leather chair, Atemu crossed his legs and faced his father. "Going to explain what the big deal is about this word fuc…."

"No! Don't repeat that word ever again."

Atemu just rolled his eyes as Seto opened up his laptop, turned it on and began typing out something on the keyboard. With in minutes, Seto spun the computer around and addressed his son.

"Now about that word. I believe if you read here you will find everything you need to know about it."

Curious, the child got up from the chair and peeked over the edge of the desk to look at the screen. "Sex education at Rip and Roll?" He blinked at the adult before him, "Shouldn't you explain the meaning of that word before you have me buy condoms? Although I admit," he clicked on something, "That glow in the dark one looks fun, not sure if they have it in my size though. These look so big…"

Feeling sick for the millionth time today, Seto grabbed the laptop from that smirking chubby face. "I didn't look at what link I clicked on."

"Sounds like a good excuse as any. Care to try again?"

Scowling, Seto typed a bit more before spinning the computer around again. "I think this is what I was looking for."

Atemu rolled his eyes again at the site his father had clicked on. "Oh please, a CNN article on teenage sex? How about no? Since I know all about this," He began typing out something on the keyboard and scrolled down the list of links. "I believe," he spun the screen back around, "this is what you are trying to tell me the meaning of the word is?"

Seto stared wide-eyed at the gay porn site called Taste the Rainbow that stared back at him. The images flashing where even vulgar enough to make him blush.

Quickly, he snapped the top down and stood up. Seriously, the kid was beginning to be a bit too much even for him. "Its time to go to bed," he said as he looked at the clock, noting the time was close to midnight.

"Huh? But what about a bath?"

A quick look of horror, "Oh no, no bath tonight or ever again!"

"But why? Don't I need to get cleaned up after I stuck my hand in my soup?"

"Not my fault you decided to do that."

"But still I need a bath."

"Then you do it yourself." With that, Seto began to walk out of his office.

"But I'm five!" Atemu hurried after his father and followed him down the hall.

"So? You're a bright boy. I'm sure you can figure it out."

"Oh, so you would leave your child alone in a bath tub to either A. get burned by boiling hot water or B. drown? Did you know that you can drown in less than five inches of water? What in the world would child services think if Japan's most prominent business man killed his child cause he left him alone in the bathtub?"

Seto stopped and narrowed his eyes at the child. "You won't drown."

"Oh so now you're a psychic? I'm impressed then." He rolled his crimson eyes. "Why are you afraid to give me a bath? Scaredy cat."

"Midget."

"Chicken shit."

"Runt."

"Candy ass."

"Geek."

"Pussy."

"I am not afraid," he crossed his arms. "Nor am I a woman."

"No you're a pillow biter." Atemu grinned "Well then give me a bath if your not afraid."

"Fine." Seto mentally cursed himself when he saw the satisfied grin on Atemu's face, forgetting all about the time now…. And what the hell is a pillow biter?

Seto wrinkled his nose as tiny hands reached up and planted a nice heaping handful of foamy bubbles on top of the brunet's head. He scowled as bright crimson eyes looked at him in amusement, giggling behind his hand.

"You find this funny don't you?"

"Yes," Atemu giggled some more.

"Get it off of me."

"No," another giggle.

"Yes, now."

"No. You look like a unicorn!" a few more giggles and a splash of water.

Seto growled, closed his eyes and reached up to wipe the offending bubbles off his head….

"Damn I hate giggling."

Seto stopped his hand in mid swipe, opened his eyes, gasped, and scooted back away from the tub as quickly as possible. How could he have forgotten about the time? Childish giggles had changed into the snickers of an amused adult.

"What's wrong?" Yami titled his head to the side, smirking smugly at the wide-eyed, speechless man before him. Crimson eyes looked down at the bath water and fished his hands around for what he wanted. Pulling the washrag out of the bubbles, he held it up before him. "Don't you have to finish washing me? I'm trying my best to be good."

Seto gaped at him a minute before he got his tongue back. "NO!"

"Aww, why not? I'm sure we'd both enjoy it." Yami seemed to purr out the last sentence causing a shiver to run down the CEO's spine.

"You're old enough now not to need me to help you."

"Hmm… true. Fine then you just stay there and I'll wash myself."

Seto gulped as a bronzed hand took the light blue washrag and began to use gentle motions to wash that shapely neck, firm chest, down his arms. He could feel the heat of the steamy water start to get to him… at least he thought that what was affecting him. Sapphire eyes couldn't help but follow every single movement of that rag, gulping again as crimson eyes closed and a small moan escaped the smaller man's lips as the began to wash certain areas that were thankfully (or unthankfully) covered by bubbles.

It was too much, too erotic to watch the scene before him. He needed to get out and do it now. Quickly, he scrambled to his feet and dashed out the door but not before he heard a deep chuckle come from the bathtub.

Dragon: So no more confusion right?