A/N - As always thank you Dukie for the editing job and to everyone who has taken time and left a review. The reviews, no matter how short or long, really encourages me to continue on with the story and write it as fast as I possibly can.

Bronze fingers drummed against the table surface next to the expensive laptop. Impatiently Yami checked the clock on the laptop for the tenth time in a half hour. 11:28am.

With a frustrated growl, Yami shoved the laptop to the side and began pounding his skull against the table. He was in hotel room, bored out of his mind waiting for 1pm so Seto would be there.

Yami debated calling Malik. His friend had called the night before to whine about Mahaado being boring; Yami really hadn't felt like talking though and lamely lied to him that they were leaving early in the morning to travel to the beach house. If he called now, Malik would know he lied and then he would have to deal with his friend pouting.

'This is stupid,' Yami rudely thought. He had been up since 9am, playing around on his laptop while he killed time. Grabbing his wallet, keys and cell phone, Yami stormed out of his hotel room, needing to get out of there but vowing to be back in plenty of time before Seto arrived.

Yami walked down the street, stopping briefly at a fast food place called 'Burger World' for some lunch. Not knowing where he was headed, Yami eventually realized he was standing in front of the tall Kaiba Corporation building.

Yami thought over his options. He still had an hour left before Seto would be ready so he could head back to his hotel. On the other hand Seto had told him just the day before to stop by whenever he felt like it.

With a smile upon his face, Yami decided to risk it and visit the CEO; he couldn't wait the extra hour to see him again.

A happy grin appeared as Yami strolled inside the tall building. Employees were scattered everywhere as they hurried about their business and they paid no attention to the famous actor.

Having memorized his way the day before, Yami walked over to the elevator they had used yesterday. On their way back from Ocean Dome, Seto had told him his office was on the highest floor. Pressing the button, Yami waited for the doors to close but instead an electronic voice came over a small speaker talking rapidly in Japanese. Not sure what to do, Yami pressed the button again and a screeching sound was heard throughout the elevator as the alarm activated.

Clamping his hands over his ears in an attempt to block out the sound, Yami stared in shock as a half dozen armed guards rushed towards the elevator with their guns pointed at him.

Yami paced back in forth in the small cell he had been put in on a floor on a sub-basement level of the building.

He couldn't believe what he had gotten himself into. All he could think of was that the man he knew as Kaiba Seto was a fraud, who probably spent his life savings on trying to impress him these past few days. He must have stolen the blimp and jet, plus broken into building the day before. He was probably only an employee of the company who was pretending to be his boss to find a quick lay. Yami hated himself for falling for the scheme and as soon as he got out of the cell he was leaving the country to go back home where it was safe.

Yami felt like crying as he stopped pacing and leaned up against one wall while hugging himself. He really though he had found someone special in Seto.

"Yami?"

Yami's head shot up and looked towards where the door of the cell was opening. On the other side stood Seto. Quickly Yami glared at him with angry, tear-stained crimson eyes. "You said I could come by anytime I wanted!"

"I'm sorry. I forgot to give you the password that allowed you access to my floor." Seto's eyes were sad as Yami stormed pass him.

"Forgot? How could you forget a small little detail like that?" Frantically Yami searched around for an exit, but everything looked the same to him. "How the hell do I get out of here?"

"Yami listen!" Seto demanded placing a hand on each of Yami's shoulders. The actor struggled to get away but Seto was stronger and easily held him in place. "I forgot because every time I'm around you all I can think about is how beautiful you are."

The anger rapidly faded from Yami. "I'm sorry; I just got so mad thinking you lied to me."

"Don't be sorry. I'm the one who's sorry." Seto hugged him. "Let's leave now, okay? I'll take you back to your hotel and you can get your things. We'll then go together to pick up Mokuba; I already have our things in the car so we can go straight to the beach house from the school."

Yami sighed. He wasn't sure what he wanted anymore. Five minutes ago he swore never to have anything to do with Seto again and return home as soon as possible, but now after learning it was all a misunderstanding Yami was quickly changing his mind. "Alright…how did you know I was here anyway?"

Seto grinned. "I was trying to get some work done when it was reported a stupid American was caught trying to gain access to my personal floor and was taken down to the Detention Level for questioning. I knew it had to be you and hurried down here as fast as possible after firing my Head of Security."

A small smile appeared on Yami's face. "Am I that predictable?"

"No," Seto replied with a shake of his head. "I just know you. That's all."

Yami laughed. "We just met three days ago!"

"I still know you," Seto replied with a small smile. Placing his arm around Yami's shoulders, the brunet began leading him to the elevator.

"Where's the limo?" Yami asked while Seto skillfully drove the SUV through the busy streets towards Yami's hotel. Seto was sexy when he drove.

"This way is better when we're getting away," Seto explained.

"But this is a foreign car, it doesn't really blend in well."

"Hn. I don't care about blending in, I care about efficiency."

"I was hoping we'd take the helicopter," Yami replied with a small pout on his face.

A grin crossed Seto's lips. "You can't leave Japan until I give you a ride in it so I'm holding it off as long as possible."

"Jerk," Yami replied but there was a smile on his face. The events of a few minutes ago were completely erased from Yami's mind. It was impossible for him to stay mad at the CEO.

Seto waited in the car while Yami ran inside to grab his things. Fortunately the actor had already packed up everything that morning. Snatching his overnight bag off of his bed, Yami hurried back down to the street so he could return to the sexy brunet.

"Miss me?" Yami asked as he slid onto the passenger seat.

"You have no idea."

Smiling he leaned over and kissed Seto on his lips. Taking control of the kiss, Seto gripped the actor's bronze arms and tugged him closer, plunging his tongue inside of Yami's mouth, exploring everyplace he could find.

A small groan escaped Yami. Pressing himself up against the CEO, Yami's fingers clung onto his silk black shirt. Through the thin fabric Yami found Seto's nipples and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger.

A honk of a horn brought both men back to reality. "I think it's time we pick up Mokuba," Yami stated while his face turned bright red. The windows were tinted but anyone could have seen them if they looked hard enough.

"Good idea."

"Do you think he'll like me?" Yami nervously asked while twisting his fingers together. They were waiting in the SUV, parked outside Domino High School, for the morning classes to end so they could pick up Seto's younger brother.

"Why wouldn't he?"

"I don't know, maybe he won't think I'm good enough for you."

Seto snorted. "He's my brother, not my son. Stop worrying so much."

"I can't help it!"

"Would a kiss halt your worries?"

A small pout crossed Yami's face and he crossed his arms over his chest. "Now you're teasing me."

Taking his eyes off of the building next to them, Seto glanced as Yami and grinned at him. "I was being serious."

Yami laughed and shook his head. He was about to agree to the kiss when the school bell suddenly rang indicating the end of the class.

The doors to the school flung open and the school children hurried out. Yami wondered what Mokuba looked like. 'Probably like Seto,' he thought. Eyeing the teenagers, looking for a younger version of the brunet CEO, Yami couldn't help but grow self-conscious; if anyone recognized him it would be teenagers. Slouching down in the seat Yami prayed that Mokuba would be there soon.

"Hey Niisama," a cheerful voice finally said as the door behind Yami opened and slammed closed. Looking over his shoulder, Yami's eyes fell on a young teen with long, wild raven hair and gentle gray eyes. Their eyes met and Mokuba grinned at him. "Hey Niisama's boyfriend."

"Mokuba!" Seto yelled while Yami turned bright red. The teen laughed merrily at the outburst.

"Don't try to deny it Niisama."

"I swear I'm never talking to you again," Seto vowed as he started the SUV and pulled away from the curb.

"You always say that!" Mokuba replied as he continued to laugh. He then turned his attention to Yami as he leaned over into the front seat. "So…has my brother been treating you right?"

"Mokuba!"

Mokuba ignored his older bother, who was beyond embarrassed at the moment. Yami shot the brunet a quick look before deciding Seto wasn't mad, only embarrassed, and that it was safe to answer. "He's been really nice to me."

"I heard," Mokuba replied with a snort as he flopped back in the seat and buckled his seatbelt. They were gaining speed as Seto had pulled onto the highway so it was no longer safe for him to not wear the seatbelt. "I knew something was up when he went to Ocean Dome without me."

Yami brightened, remembering the day before. "It's really nice there."

"It sure is!"

"Mokuba…" Seto said before quickly speaking to his brother in Japanese. For a few minutes the brothers talked rapidly back and forth in their native language until a pout formed on Mokuba's face before he pulled out a laptop from his backpack.

"The drive takes a couple of hours and we have an agreement that Mokuba has to do his homework there and back so it won't spill into our time there," Seto explained to Yami, who was confused by what was going on.

"Couldn't you fly there?" Yami asked, making conversation. "I'm sure that would be much quicker."

"Sometimes we do but the drive is relaxing."

"Niisama just needed an excuse to spend a lot of time alone with you," Mokuba piped up from the backseat.

"Mokuba!" Again the younger Kaiba managed to embarrass his older brother. "Do your homework!"

"I'm just practicing my English," the raven-haired teen innocently replied. "I bet his native language is English…"

"It is." Although his mother and father were both fluent in Arabic, Yami's parents insisted he learn both languages from birth, as they did not want him to get behind in school.

"See! I can learn a lot from him!"

Yami smiled as he watched the arguing in Japanese started up again; he could tell that Seto and Mokuba cared a lot for each other and it reminded him of his own relationship with his friends, especially Malik.

"Can you teach me Japanese?" he finally interrupted; only catching the occasion word the brother's were saying.

"Sure," Seto replied with a smile on his face, forgetting all about his younger brother.

For the next two hours, Seto gave Yami a crash course in Japanese, while Mokuba was content to do his homework quietly in the back. They started slow; with Seto saying a word and having Yami repeat it. To Yami's relief, he was catching on quickly. When he had asked Seto for lessons the actor was afraid it would be a huge disaster but so far Seto seemed pleased with his progress.

"You're doing really well," Seto said after declaring they had done enough for that day. Next to him, Yami was muttering under his breath, repeating words to himself.

"Are you related to the Mutous?" Mokuba piped up from the back. Being a natural genius like his brother, it had taken Mokuba no time at all to complete his homework and he had spent most of the past two hours observing the pair in the front. As far as he was concern, Yami was the perfect person to add to their family.

"I don't know," Yami replied with a frown crossing his lips. With everything that had happened that day he had forgotten about his doppelganger.

"Yugi's grandfather owns a cool game shop," Mokuba cheerfully chatted. "Even if you're not related you should stop by there before you go back to America, just to see it."

"I think I will…" As Yami trailed off sadness crept into his voice; he had forgotten that he would eventually have to leave Japan and Seto.

"The place is mediocre at best," Seto scoffed, sensing Yami's uneasiness. Yami shot him a grateful smile. Seto reached over with one had, clasped Yami's and gave it a comforting squeeze.

A peaceful quietness fell throughout the SUV. In the back, Mokuba was content with listening to his mp3 player while Seto and Yami enjoyed seeking out the quiet comfort from merely being in the other's presence.

Eventually they arrived at the beach house, a two-story mansion on the edge of a private beach. When they had been driving down the deserted road, Yami realized he hadn't seen another car for miles. Upon reaching the house Yami also noticed that another home could not be seen along the beach.

"Are we alone here?" he asked Seto, turning his head to look at the brunet who was parking the SUV in front of the mansion. For a brief moment he was scared something was going to happen to him but he quickly realized he had been alone with Seto a number of times since they had met a few days ago and thus already had plenty of opportunities to kill him if the brunet was secretly a psychotic serial killer.

"Mokuba and I like our privacy," Seto explained with a nod of his head, while Mokuba hopped out and hurried to get his things out of the back. "Even in the city we live in an isolated area."

"After Gozaburo died no one would leave us alone," Mokuba added from where he had the back of the SUV open. "Journalists wanted our first-hand reports on what happened."

The trio quickly unloaded the SUV and Seto showed Yami the room he would be staying in. It was across the hall from the brunet's own room but still that seemed too far away for Yami's sake; he had wanted something closer to Seto.

Yami spent some 'alone time' unpacking and mulling over this thoughts. He liked Seto, a lot, which could possibly lead to love, but at the same time it was weird for Yami to trust someone he barely knew and had just met.

Yami laughed to himself; Malik would have a stroke if someone mentioned the 'L-Word'. Malik was one of those people who were bachelors for life. Yami wasn't Malik however and liked the soothing comfort he felt around Seto. He hoped that over the weekend he'd be able to get to know the brunet CEO better.

Delicious smells brought Yami out of his thoughts. With a cautious sniff he soon realized that the yummy smells were coming from somewhere downstairs and that someone had to be cooking.

Deciding to investigate, Yami exited his room and headed down the stairs at the end of the hall. Following the appetizing smells, Yami soon found himself in the kitchen where Mokuba sat at the table with his laptop open in front on him.

"Hey Yami, did you like your room?" Mokuba asked looking up at him and Yami nodded his head.

"I use to own a place like this in Florida as a vacation home," Yami replied as he sat down on the other side of the table. "It was on a beach but wasn't private. Unfortunately it was a total write-off after a hurricane hit the area. I was away filming at the time and haven't had a chance to buy a new place."

"That's right, you're an actor! I saw some of your movies the last time we were in America."

Yami paled. "You can't tell anyone," he warned.

"Don't worry," Mokuba laughed. "I know all about keeping secrets." The teen then grew serious. "Niisama has already told me not to tell anyone. I do have a question though…"

"What?"

"How are you and Niisama going to get married if you don't come out?"

Yami groaned and banged his forehead against the table. After a few moments he looked back up at Mokuba who instead of having a look of amusement on his face had a look of confusion and sincerity.

"Remind me to give you Malik's phone number before I leave. You two can get together and plan our wedding."

"Whose wedding?"

Snapping his head to the left, Yami found the door that led outside to the porch, which wrapped around the entire building. Standing in the doorway was Seto with a plate of hamburgers in his hands.

"Yours and Yami's," Mokuba chirped before Yami had a chance to bash his head against the tabletop.

"Not again," Seto groaned with a roll of his eyes as he placed the plate on the counter. "Yami don't listen to him, he's just being stupid." Mokuba ignored him as he hopped off the chair and hurried over to the counter to grab a burger. "I thought we'd eat early and then have a bonfire tonight; toast some marshmallows."

"I'd like that," Yami replied with a smile.

The trio carried the food outside to a picnic table located on the beach. A gentle breeze blew across landscape as they ate and small waves crashed against the sand. It was peaceful which made Yami happy as he stared across the picnic table at the sexy brunet.

When they were finished the trio headed back inside to play a game of Chinese checkers, which Yami won despite claiming he had never played the game before in his life, until it was dark enough to head back to the beach for the bonfire.

Marshmallows were toasted until late after midnight when Seto finally declared it was time for bed. While Mokuba hurried off back to the house, Yami hung around by the shore helping Seto toss sand onto the fire.

When the blaze had gone out, Seto and Yami walked hand in hand back inside, only parting when they had reached their rooms. With a goodnight kiss, they finally departed, disappearing into their own rooms.