"Well, for one thing, you're taller than I am." His aibou has sat down a few times now and explained to him about flattery, about buttering someone up, and about how you get more flies with honey than with vinegar. Yami no Yuugi, frankly, still doesn't buy it. "You're taller," counting off on his fingers, "and you're richer, and you can make your coattails do that flapping thing, even when there's no breeze." He gives his most ingratiating smile. "All I am is a puny little Spirit without even any memories."

Kaiba leans back in his chair. He folds his arms, and he looks down his nose, his blue eyes very scornful. "I'm a busy man," he says, "cut to the chase, and tell me what you want."

Which is deeply frustrating, of course. By rights, he should be in Yami no Yuugi's lap by now, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him. This asking people out stuff is really not worth the effort. "Let's fuck," he tells Kaiba.

And Kaiba laughs. "You've got to be kidding," he says scornfully, "me fuck you?" With a contemptuous snort, "I'd rather fuck Pegasus."

So Yami no Yuugi is more than a little surprised ten minutes later, when they're in bed together, and first he's on top, and then Kaiba is; and after that they start all over from the beginning. He shouldn't be, of course, but he is. He does manage to spare a moment though, and to be grateful to his little aibou, who told him exactly what to do, and exactly how to do it. Kaiba-san likes to be in charge, he'd said, if you ever want to get him, mou hitori no boku, you're going to have to remember that.