((Thank you to those who have, and are starting to show interest in this Fic! Enjoy! Please Read and Review. I've put a lot of work and thought into this chapter. I hope this chapter meets or exceeds your expectations. This is an everyone chapter. I was so exited over the reviews I received that I had to type up the next chapter. Wow, I am shocked. I was expecting rotten tomatos over me putting Marik and Yami together in such a fashion. Is pleased that it went over so well. Well in this chapter you'll get some reasoning as to why Marik wouldn't allow Yami to touch him. This is the updated order Buns in the Oven, Winter Romp, and then Remember Me. Although if comments come flooding in again, I might get inspired to give you guys antoher chapter of this before the other two. :Laughs: Also please excuse update delays I am currently on vacation.))

Yuugi reached his arms around himself, and zipped his pants and top. He grabbed the jacket off of the chair, and pulled it on. He then sat in the same chair, and slid his boots on, buckling buckles. Once he stood again he slid the double belts on, and lastly his collar. "Yami..." He whispered, as it was fastened. He looked up to the wall, March 14. He'd been in America for 2 and half months.

Yuugi exited the hotel room. He'd memorized enough streets of Huston, Texas to get down to the academy in a quick fashion. He had been studying the duelist around the academy, and was hoping to put on a good enough display to get into the American Duelist Circuit. Not that it would be difficult since he was known as the King of Games. However, he didn't want in by name alone, he wanted in by skills.

Yuuig wasn't paying attention as he scanned the crowd before him to notice that he'd walked into someone. "Excuse me." He smiled, looking the person over. He was wearing a pair of loose jeans with a tank top, and a hat that was flipped backwards.

In a voice that was cautious but not rude. "You should watch were you are going." The guy didn't recognize Yuugi. Which brought Yuugi to smile. "Haven't seen you around here before."

"Just arrived in the states a couple months ago. I've been around, but not making myself known." Yuugi ran a hand through his hair. "Sorry about running into you. Since I'm in the open now, would you like to duel?"

The guy gave a look of caution. "In the open. You make yourself sound famous." He paused, and then nodded. "Sure, follow me to the stadium."

Once the reached the stadium the guy found them an operator, and two duel disks. "This is how you turn it on." He smiled as he slid his duel disk on, and flipped his arm so it opened. Then turned to head off to his platform.

Yuugi chuckled rolling his eyes at being told how to operate a duel disk. After all his best friends boy friend ran a major company that produced these very disks. He walked to his platform, and slipped the duel disk onto his arm. He flicked his arm casually, and it fanned open. "Please insert your Duelist registration card if you own one." Yuugi did as prompted. "Yuugi Motou. Never Lost. Registered to Japan. Last officially duel December 14th at Duelist Internationals. Confirm please with voice." Yuugi again followed the prompt. "Thank You, Yuugi Motou. Please insert deck. All illegal cards will be placed directly into discard pile, and returned when game ends." Yuugi followed the instructions. He always hated how through these new Duel Disks could be. "Duel may begin when ready."

Yuugi looked up to his opponent who now knew who he was dueling. He flashed a come get you some shit eating grin. "Let's Duel!"

Yuugi panted heavily as he played the last card. "End Game." His opponents life points went to zero, Yuugi had pulled another win with 400 points left. When the platform was lowered, the duel disk returned both his card and his deck.

The rush of applause filled his ears as he walked to his opponent. "Well done James." They formed a handshake.

"I can now mark off dueling the King of Games from my list." James chuckled, and then ran a hand through his hair. "I never expected such a thing to happen to me. An honor to say the least."

"Sorry, that I didn't give you more warning." Yuugi smiled, and stretched.

James noticed the people starting to approach him, causing Yuugi too look around him as well. "No problem. Better when you don't prepare. An Elite Duelist should be able to pull a win at random."

"It is all in the Heart of the Cards, and what you believe." Yuugi smiled, and James nodded.

Before another word could be spoken between the two a Young Man had run up to them. "Yuugi Motou! Such an honor! You just pulled a win against one of the academies top 10 duelists. State duels are over, but one of our Elites dropped out, would you like to fill his spot? Texas could use a duelist such as you. We haven't won a Regional Competition in 4 years."

Yuugi looked from James to the man who was now wildly shaking his hand. "My lucky day. I was hoping to be able to join in on the American Circuit."

The man lead Yuugi to his office, he didn't let Yuugi get a word in further.

Yuugi held the piece of paper in his hand. He'd returned to the academy after going to the hotel to collect his things and check out. This would be his living space so long as he dueled for this academy. He smirked, and used the key to open the door. The click of the door shutting brought forth a late teen of 19, just his age. She was about his height, and thick but not fat. She had a large rack. She wore a leather halter-top, a leather pair of hip huggers, and both were black. Her boots had heels, and she was short the collar and buckles. She sported a head of fiery red curls, which fell to her waist, and was loosely pulled back. Her eyes matched her hair in color.

"You must be Yuugi Motou." She smirked, at his surprise that he was being bunked with a girl. "I am Samantha. And, don't worry… I'm a lesbian." She chuckled as she watched his face ease.

"Appears we have more in common than just looks." Yuugi took her hand, and shook it. "I am gay. And, they say you are second in rank of the top 10."

Samantha accepted the handshake. "And, you'd be number 1. Perhaps this year we'll have a chance. Follow me and I'll show you the room, and then around the academy.

Yuugi nodded, with a smile. It was like a mini apartment with two bedrooms, a living room, one full bath, and a kitchen.

(Answering Machine Click) Grandpa, it has been almost 3 months. America's great, and I'm great. I know it is about 10:30 pm your time. I got accepted into the Texas Academy as a Duelist. The American Duel Circuit is set up differently. Jan through Mar is State Competitions. Apr through June is Regional Competitions. July through Sep is Nationals. Of course you know that Oct through Dec is Internationals. My roommate at the Academy is female. (Yuugi chuckled) She is almost a mirror of me, except the girl parts. She wears leather. Very pretty looking, and before you get any thoughts in your head she is a lesbian. Not that you should get any thoughts because I am gay, and I have Yami. Anyways, you and everyone will be able to catch a glimpse of me at the end of this year because of Internationals being held in Japan. (Answering Machine End Click)

Grandpa had played the message the following morning. He sighed missing Yuugi. The shop and house seemed empty without the boys laughter, or as within the past year the sound of sarcasm. The message slightly stung that his son didn't want to speak directly, or to really be seen. He did leave abruptly, and from his guess it was to pull himself together. So, with that he knew he would appear when he was ready. He laughed to himself when he heard about the roommate decision, but further thought wasn't given.

Within thirty minutes he called Jou, and the gang. When they arrived at the shop he'd left them to themselves to listened to the message as much as they wanted.

"America, and in Texas." Seto mused. "I could track him down if you like Honda." He kissed his boyfriends cheek.

Honda gave a small smile. It was more for the kiss than the suggestion. "No, we should respect him. From the sounds of it he doesn't want to be found."

"Still, having the information for later couldn't be a bad thing." Seto pushed the idea a bit more.

Honda sighed. "If he found out, he could easily pick up and move again. I don't think we should take that risk."

Anzu squeezed Jou's hand. "I agree that he doesn't want to be found. From the sounds of it when he comes to Japan he doesn't even want to be seen." She paused. "I really wish he did want to be found so he could come to the wedding." She was being slightly selfish to hide how much it hurt.

Jou returned the squeeze. "He'll come around. I'll call Isis later, so she can hear the recording."

Despite Yuugi being in America Isis and Marik still kept up the monthly contact with Jou and the group. Isis and Marik thanked Jou for the early call that contained information on Yuugi. Mater of fact to them it was a relief because no one had heard from him in almost three months.

"In the same room." Marik mused. "Number one duelist is gay. Number two duelist is a lesbian. Both dress in leather. Yami will have a laugh over that when I relay the message to him."

"Don't forget the part that he doesn't want to be found." Isis was being pessimistic. "Better put him in a room with his wall just in case."

"He hasn't hit the wall since he switched to teaching the younger age group." Marik chuckled as he mused a bit on the thought he actually knew why. "But for your sanity Isis I'll take him to the room with the wall."

"Well I am going to go to the grocery store while you two have your little chat." Isis smiled, and grabbed her purse. "I want to have stir fry for supper."

Marik smirked. "All right then." They both left the room, she exited the house, and he went to find Yami.

Yami was on the balcony, leaning on the railing. He wore a pair of baggy khaki colored pants, and no shirt. His back was facing the opening to the inside as he was watched the sunset. "What is my love doing in America?" When ever it pertained to Yuugi Yami was never aloud in the discussion unless it came from Marik or Isis mouths. They didn't want to take a chance of any accidental contact happening between the two.

Marik leaned on the railing; however, his back was facing the sunset. Their gaze met. "He is dueling in the American Circuit. Stationed himself in Texas. In the academy is bunked with a late teen his age." He paused, studding his features.

Before Marik could finish Yami intervened. "He's gone straight?"

Marik broke into a laugh. Yami growled not finding it funny at all that his love was in the same housing area as a girl. Marik quickly spoke before Yami could turn to rage mode. "He described her as an almost copy of himself. She wears leather, and is a lesbian."

Yami gave a sigh of relief calming down. He was now laughing with Marik. "Will be interesting to meet her. Is he still going to duel Internationals. I know this year they host it in Japan, next year they come to Egypt." You could see him getting excited.

"Yes he still duels Internationals. And you know when he comes to Egypt you cannot participate in the dueling, and that you can catch just a glimpse." Marik paused. "Speaking of which, he still insists on remaining hidden."

Yami's excitement faded a notch. "I know about that part Marik. Still I cannot help to get excited." He paused. "Yuugi knows what is best for himself. I hope Seto, who I know has the capability of finding him, will not go looking for him."

Marik stood up straight and rested a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, they aren't going to go looking for him. They don't want him to up and move again." He walked towards the entrance of Yami's bedroom. Yami had turned around at this point to watch him. "Isis is at the grocery store. We have a couple hours till she returns." Marik turned his head slightly showing a glint in his eyes. "That is if you can promise me that no walls will be hurt after this little chat of ours."

Yami followed after Marik. "I haven't hurt a wall since…"

Marik cut Yami off. "I know…" He purred.

After the first month when Yami had proven he could hold his temper Marik had made their sessions more frequent. They planned most of them around the times when Isis was out of the house. That way they didn't have to be silent as mice. It was something they both needed, and could accomplish with no feelings other than satisfaction and relief at the end. Yami had grown not to feel as ashamed as when it had first happened. Marik, however, still only allowed the position of him riding Yami, and that included as little contact as possible to happen. His reason was that Yami's body belonged to Yuugi. However, his resolve on the theory was slowly melting away.