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Yami was stretched out on the bed with his hands behind his head; one leg bent the other straight. While Yuugi was sitting in a chair, leaning it on two legs the head against the wall.

"Marik is just wishful thinking." Yuugi sighed, and stretched to pick up a magazine off the desk. A glance at the clock showed 11:30 pm. "He prefers woman. I doubt he'd give me the time of day."

Yami closed his eyes, as to hide the fact of rolling them. Then slowly he opened his eyes looking at the ceiling. "We thought the Kaiba's were wishful thinking…" He paused. "You know that isn't true. He would give you the time of day because you two are friends."

Yuugi flipped through the magazine reading the advertisements. He heard Yami shift, and when he looked up saw that he was now on his stomach, head resting in folded arms. "What do you see in him?"

Yuugi closed the magazine, and sighed. "He makes me laugh. His tight ass." He had a tint of red on his cheeks. Having already mulled over this numerous times he moved on. "The other day he made me a sandwich even cut the crust off of it."

I'll make you laugh. My ass looks just as good, if not better. He thought to himself. He then lifted his head and looked to Yuugi. "Made you a sandwich?" Now that one he didn't know about. What was so great about a sandwich? He was again thinking to himself. "I make you coco." Was all he could manage to say, and it came out lame. Jealously was starting to rise high in him even if he wanted Yuugi to be happy.

Yuugi put the magazine down. "Yami lets talk about something else." He could sense the discomfort, and it wasn't something that was normally felt between them. He slid himself into Yami's bed, straddling his lower back, and he began to rub his shoulders. "You know if something is bothering you can talk to me about it."

Yami put his face in the pillow, closing his eyes. The contact Yuugi was giving him was almost unbearable. Maybe if I tell him that I love him, he won't want Marik anymore. Maybe he'll want me. He thought to himself. Tears were slipping out his hidden eyes to be quickly soaked up by the pillow. About to finally say something they could hear the bed pounding into the wall. "Bakura harder, harder. Fuck yes." It was Malik's voice.

Yami shifted, causing Yuugi to loosen his legs. In moments Yuugi was now straddling the lower stomach of Yami. They were looking eye to eye, smirking. Yami's previous tears remained hidden. "Tomorrow…" Yami swallowed hard. "We'll make a plan of action to get Marik to notice you differently." He was fighting tears, and the need to say I love you.

Yuugi couldn't understand the tension in Yami's voice or face, or why they were back on the topic of Marik. Yuugi nodded. "Alright then. You sure there isn't anything else you want to talk about." He was trying once more, just to make sure.

The bed had stopped pounding into the wall. "Fuck Malik. Harder. Are you going soft on me?" Bakura's voice seemed playful enough. The bed was again hitting against the wall.

Apparently the thought of a decent conversation between Yuugi and Yami wasn't going to happen. Yami sighed, and shook his head. "Nothing else to talk about." He smiled, and tugged at one of Yuugi's bangs his hands brushing against his cheek.

Yuugi nodded, and smiled lightly. He loved the feel of Yami's hand on his face. Is it really Marik that I want? Yuugi thought to himself. "May I sleep in your bed with you tonight."

"Have I ever objected?" The pair of them in cotton pajama bottoms only. Yami smiled, and pulled Yuugi down, and snuggled against him. Yuugi fit well against his body, the warmth between them was bliss. It was a perfect moment between them even if there was a bed bagging against the wall, with the moans of Bakura and Malik. Yami stretched only as much as need to reach the lamp to click it off. Moments later they were both asleep.