The Long And The Short Of It
'I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, but doggone it – I'm too short for people to notice me, let alone like me.'
"I like you, aibou," Yami assured his seething koi.
"Right now I don't like Seto," Yugi growled, crumpling the bumper sticker in his hands. "As if he's one to talk – he and Mokuba are like the Jolly Green Giant and Sprout, their heights are so disparate. Kaiba's freakishly tall – taller than ninety-nine percent of the people in Japan."
"Excluding Tristan," Yami mumbled, not bothering to say that he was pretty sure Mai had sent them this insult. Having Joey hanging around the Kame Game Shop the past week had frustrated Yugi to no end, and he was unhappy with the entire Kaiba-Wheeler household as a consequence.
"What was that?" Yugi asked, a steely glint in his purple eyes at the thought that his lover would dare to contradict him.
"I said that it isn't the height that makes the man," Yami quickly covered. We finally got rid of the mutt – I'm not sleeping on the couch now!
Yugi looked intrigued despite himself. "Oh?"
Smirking sexily, Yami traced one hand down his lover's front, stopping at the waistband of his leather pants. "It's the length," he emphasized, palming the growing bulge beneath his hand.
Yugi smiled slowly. "And once I'm through with you there will be no doubt that you notice me," he purred – and pounced.