A nervous buzzing ran throughout Yami's body as he wiped his sweaty palms across his leather covered ass. Seto would be arriving soon and it would be the first time they'd see each other since Yami had left Japan. The brunet CEO had arrived in the country earlier that day but to avoid gossipy talk they had agreed that they would wait until Seto came by Yami's place that
night.

Yami bit his bottom lip as he took another glance at the clock; only ten more minutes to go.

Malik had left earlier that that evening, heading out on a date with Bakura, to give Yami and Seto some time alone. The other actor was a known slut and womanizer so he had fewer potential rumors to be worried about. Nevertheless, Yami thought it was unwise for his friend to become so involved with Bakura, but the blond was head over heels in love, so he hoped Malik knew what he was doing.

The glittery red shirt Yami wore sparkled as it passed under the dim lights while Yami paced. Candles were scattered everywhere, creating a romantic glow, and Yami hoped he didn't accidentally burn down his home. One minute.

The door rang right on time and Yami hurried to answer it.

"Hey," the sexy brunet said with a smile on his face.

Seto towered over the short actor, wearing an all black outfit hidden under a purple trench coat; Yami had been quick to learn that the blue-eyed brunet had a fetish with that type of jacket and thought that Seto definitely looked sexy in them.

Yami's tongue was in a twist as he stared up at the brunet and for a moment he forgot how to speak. "Uhh…"

Seto smirked. "It's good you to see you too." Leaning over, he wrapped his arms around Yami's waist and pressed their lips together.

Yami moaned into the kiss, his fingers clutching Seto's silk shirt. They had talked every day since they parted but it felt as if it had been a lifetime since they had been together.

Pulling apart Yami wasted no time in taking Seto's hand and leading him to his bedroom where they could continue their fun.

Time went by fast for both Seto and Yami. They both did their own thing during the day and would get together at night.

Within weeks of Seto arriving, Yami found himself drawn towards a new script for an action movie. The only catch was that he would almost immediately have to start intense martial arts training and wire work. Wanting to do something different, Yami agreed to star in the lead role and soon found himself in a training facility learning all the stunts he would have to do and preparing for the role alongside the other actors in the movie.

"Let's break for lunch!" the trainer yelled, and Yami sighed in relief as he was unfastened from the body harness.

Sweat dripped down Yami's body as he and the other actors wiped down their brows and arms before heading off to the cafeteria of the facility where their lunch was going to be delivered from a local restaurant.

Next to Yami walked his female co-star of the movie, a pretty foreign girl with long blue-white hair, which had been pulled back into a ponytail to be kept out of the way during training, who went by the name Kisara. It was Kisara's second movie in the US and her first blockbuster role so Yami had quickly befriended her.

"Have you heard if they found a replacement for Todd yet?" she asked as they walked down the hallway.

Todd Cotter, another actor, had been hired to play the villain in the film but due to a motorcycle accident three days earlier he had to pull out of the role.

Yami's brow wrinkled as he tried remembering what he had been told. "I heard they did hire someone new and he's supposed to show up this afternoon but they didn't tell me who."

"That'll be good; we'll be able to progress further in our training with the role filled again."

Both Yami and Kisara had fights with the villain that they needed to prepare for. Thus far they were only able to work on their own fight with each other that would take place early in the film before Kisara's character turned from evil to good.

Entering the cafeteria the pair found a table near where a plasma TV was set up and waited for their food to arrive. On the TV screen was the local news, which was running a report on the construction of Kaiba Land, which was now into its second month of being built. As Seto came on the screen in a pre-recorded interview, Yami couldn't help but have his attention being
drawn toward his handsome boyfriend.

"He certainly is captivating, isn't he?" Kisara piped up.

"Yeah…"

"Pity, he's gay. Well…pity for me at least."

Yami, startled by her statement, shot his head sideways to look at her. "Wha…?"

"A girl can tell these things," she replied with a wink.

"You can tell that from a TV interview?"

"No…I've met him before." Turning her body slight, Kisara pulled back the edge of her tank top and showed Yami a tattoo she had of a white dragon, which he recognized as one that Seto was so fond of. "I designed it," she explained as she turned back around. "Mr. Kaiba found the design on the Internet and commissioned me to design it for him in a variety of poses. This was a few years ago before I started acting."

"And he told you he was gay?" Although Yami believed her story about the dragon, he doubted that his boyfriend would just flat out tell her his sexuality.

"No, but I could tell." A knowing smile crossed Kisara's face. "Like I said, a girl can tell."

Yami didn't know quite how to respond to that as he nervously shifted in his seat. Fortunately Mahaado soon arrived with food for him and Kisara; since the female foreign actress didn't have her own assistant, Yami graciously had Mahaado pick up lunch for her as well. Staring down at his pita, however, Yami lost his appetite.

"Don't worry," Kisara whispered to him in between gulping down some bottled spring water. "You have nothing to fear from me. I've known since we met two weeks ago and would have told someone by now if I cared."

"It's not that easy," Yami murmured. Ever since Seto arrived in the country he lived with the constant fear that they would be discovered.

"Oh? You have a boyfriend? I thought so."

"How?" Yami asked, giving her a confused look.

"Well, we've been training together for the past four and a half days and some of the time you show up happier than normal. I just assumed you were seeing someone."

Yami quietly groaned. "Am I that obvious?"

"It's hard to hide happiness."

"I'm screwed if this gets out," Yami muttered.

Kisara absentmindedly played with the wrapping on the water bottle while figuring how she was going to reply. "I guess you need to figure out which is more important to you."

The pair dropped into silence as they finished their lunch, Yami finally deciding to eat as he thought about what Kisara said. All too soon, however, lunch was over and they were back to training, suspended high in the air, facing each other to get used to moving on the wires in close proximity.

"Those would be useful for sex."

Caught off guard, Yami lost his balance and flipped over backwards, hanging upside down. "Bakura?"

"How's it hanging, Atemu?"

Yami scowled; Bakura always called him that and he didn't like it. "What are you doing here?" The blood was rushing to his head from being upside down but he didn't care.

"Training." The white-haired actor shrugged. "I was hired for a film role after some jackass ended up in the hospital."

Yami glared at Bakura's back as he strolled off to privately speak with the training instructor. He hated the idea of having to work with Bakura. There was something about Malik's boyfriend that he didn't like.

"Friend of yours?" Kisara dryly asked from where hung close by.

"Not exactly," Yami grumbled as he flipped back over so he now right side up. "He's dating a friend of mine."

"Ah. By the way you were acting I suspected him to be an ex or something."

"No way!"

Kisara gave him a gentle smile. "Good. I don't like the vibes coming from that one."

From that day on, Yami's life was split in two. When he was at home, he couldn't be happier. Seto would make sure their schedules matched up nicely so that they could spend as much time as possible together. Mostly they hung out at the mansion Seto had rented for his trip as Mokuba spent most of his time off playing tourist, leaving them to have some peace and quiet.

When Yami did to go his own home he made sure it was when Bakura wasn't around. The white-haired actor had taken it upon himself to start hanging out there when he wanted to spend time with Malik. Yami purposely made sure that Seto's name was never brought up around Bakura even though Malik would say that he was being ridiculous.

At work the training continued as the filming date for the movie was getting closer and closer. At every opportunity Bakura would take a cheap shot at Yami, hitting him after the trainer told them to break.

"I can't believe him," Kisara muttered one afternoon as she helped Yami to his feet. Gently Yami rubbed his side where Bakura had punched him right after the trainer had called an end to the day. "It's like he hates you or something."

"Bakura got into some trouble a while back and I was given a role that he had been fired from," Yami explained as they began walking out of the large training room. "I think he's still bitter."

"And he's dating your friend?"

"Unfortunately."

Kisara and Yami said their goodbyes and went their separates ways as they left the building. Yami wanted more than anything to immediately head over to Seto's place, but needed to pick up some clean clothes from his own home first.

Fortunately by the time he pulled his sleek sports car into his driveway it appeared that no one was around.

Yami sighed with relief as he entered his home. His initial thoughts had been correct in that neither Malik nor Bakura were around.

Hurrying to his bedroom, Yami began packing some clean clothes in a bag. There was a month left in their training before filming started and Yami hoped he could avoid Bakura outside of work until then, which meant spending most nights at Seto's place. Fortunately Seto was always glad to share his bed with the spiky-haired actor.

As he was zipping close his suitcase however, the phone rang and Yami had to hastily pick it up. "Hello?"

"Are you still planning on coming over tonight?"

A smile crossed Yami's face; he couldn't help but grin whenever he heard Seto's voice. "Yeah."

"Change of plans then. Mokuba decided to fly some friends of his in without telling me."

Yami's heart sunk. "Oh."

"Don't worry," Seto laughed. "I'll come over there instead."

"We may not be alone though…"

"Is Malik there now?"

"No…"

"Good, I'll be over in ten minutes. We'll barricade the door when I get there so he can't get in. Let him find somewhere else to stay for the night."

Yami laughed; only Seto would come up with a plan like that.

True to his word, Seto showed up in eight minutes and although they didn't barricade the door, they quickly locked it and hoped Malik got the hint when he returned.

Late that night they laid naked on Yami's king size bed, cuddled together, relishing in the aftermath of their lovemaking.

Yami scowled when a pounding was heard at his front door, as he did up his red robe to answer it. Yami's week and weekend had not gone so well, as Seto had to fly back to Japan on business leaving the petite actor in not in best of moods. All he wanted was to have a peaceful morning before going into work and finishing up his last week of training; not be bothered by someone dared to disturb him so early. Fortunately Seto would be back in the morning.

"What?" he snarled as he flung the door open. To his surprise, it was Mahaado on the other side of the door, which immediately confused Yami, as he knew that his long time friend and assistant would not be paying a social call so early. "What's wrong?"

"This is what's wrong," Mahaado replied, holding up the latest edition of a tabloid paper, which would be released to the general public the following day. On the cover were several pictures of Seto and Yami in compromising positions.

Yami snatched the paper away from Mahaado and stared down at the photos in shock, the blood draining from his face. "Oh god…"

"There's no time to stop the publication of this; I only found out through a source," Mahaado gloomy explained. "Word is leaking out now about it and by tonight every TV channel in the area is going to be reporting on this."

"But this is my bedroom!" Yami argued, while pointing at the biggest picture of him and Seto cuddled together on his bed while they were sleeping. The blankets covering them had fallen down a little revealing their bare chests. "This can't be legal! I'll sue!"

"There's no time! And you can't deny the allegations since they have pictures! I can't believe you were so careless!"

"I wasn't!" It then dawned on Yami what could have happened. Leaving Mahaado in the doorway, Yami stormed through his home until he reached Malik's room and began beating on the door with his fist. A few minutes later a bleary-eyed Malik opened the door.

"Wha?" he asked with a yawn. Malik Ishtar did not do mornings.

"This!" Yami cried, shoving the paper into Malik's face; immediately the blond woke up.

"What? How did this happen?"

"You tell me since it's my bed!"

"But…" Malik cut off as he thought about it and ended up sinking to his knees when he realized what happened. "Oh no…"

"Well…?"

"A few weeks ago…Bakura and I…I looked in your room since it was pretty late and saw you with Seto so I let you be." Tears began falling from Malik's lavender eyes as he continued explaining. "We then went back to my room where we had mind-blowing sex until I passed out. When I woke up Bakura was gone."

"I knew it!" Yami declared as he threw the paper down into Malik's face. "I warned you many times I didn't trust him! Now my career is over thanks to you!"

"Yami…"

"Get out," Yami commanded with a scary cool-calmness in his voice.

"Wha…?"

"Out of my home."

"Yami!"

Spinning on his heels, Yami stomped back through his home once again, this time to his own room, slamming the door loudly behind him.