((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. Longest one yet! I hope this chapter meets or exceeds your expectations. This chapter involves a lot of activity; the title of the chapter should say a lot. Please no rotten tomatoes. And I'll never tell what Yuugi actually did because he won't ever remember. By the way I am having fun wtih this fic! And to think this is only year two out of 10. ' Worried Yet? Also please excuse update delays I am currently on vacation.))

America - Middle of May

Yuugi was feeling as if he finally belonged somewhere. The school had just returned back to Texas to have a week off before returning for the next wave of Regional tournaments. So far they were doing very well, and it looked very promising that they could pull a few wins this year. His relationship with Samantha had blossomed into a very close and tight friendship. There wasn't much either didn't know of the other, they could be completely open. He'd even gone as far to tell her about Yami, the in-depth and true story.

Yuugi's back was to the door; he was in the process of getting dressed when a knock was on his door. "Come in."

Samantha entered just as he was pulling on his pants. "I wanted to let you know I have company coming over this evening. Seems you are going out. Want some help with your zippers Yuugi?" She giggled. Both of them wore leather out fits that had zippers in the back. He nodded his head, and once he had the pants and shirt in place, she helped him with the zipper. She then ran her hand around the underside of the waist so it went snug into place.

"Thank You." Yuugi smile, and turned around. "James wants me to get together with him and a few other guys to hang out." He paused, and laughed. "But, I think he is just wanting to party because he is excited for Texas even placing in the second round. Seems you guys have a chance on making it to Nationals this year." He took in the fact htat all she wore was a bathrobe. "Not dressing for company?"

"I am hoping that this will be one of those dates where clothing doesn't last more than 10 minutes. So why put it on. I'll just entertain in a robe." Samantha laughed, and they both exited Yuugi's room.

"You have fun Samantha, and good luck." Yuugi smiled and headed for the door.

"Same to you Yuugi." Samantha went to the kitchen to start on dinner.

The door to James room was open, and he welcomed himself on in. The music was already playing, and unlabeled alcoholic beverages sat on a platter. A note sat on the counter next to the platter. Please help your self, and drink responsibly. Yuugi feeling risky grabbed one, and found a small group of three.

Several hours later the group of 4 had grown to about 20. They were each equally drunk, and dancing in the small housing unit and out into the hall.

Yuugi had paired himself with James. His body was lethal in leather. Together their feet glided the floor like it was ice as they danced. Their eyes held passion, and never left the others. Their bodies were a near perfect fit. For once every care was free from Yuugi's thought. They had earned themselves several on lookers.

Yuugi never made it back to his room. He awoke snuggled next to James, both only wearing the sheet they shared. He scooted away, and sat up holding his head. His body was sweaty and sticky, and his vision was blurry as he took in the room. From the looks of the room, they'd indulged themselves on every piece of furniture the room had. Everything was in disarray. Thankfully the door was closed and locked. If forgetting eight hours of your life caused this much pain it couldn't be worth doing it again. Especially when you couldn't even remember if you had been fucking. Wait fucking, that wasn't Yami in the bed that was James. A wave of him being sick washed into his stomach. He rubbed his temple, and stood up. He searched for his clothes.

Finally dressed Yuugi shook James awake. "Get up and I'll help you clean up your room, and the unit before I go back to my unit." Yuugi put the clothing he found for James on the bed.

James grunted and sat up, and he took in the room and its state. "I take it we had a good time?" He rubbed his head, and pulled on his pants.

"If I remember I'll tell you… I trust you'll do the same for me." Yuugi gave half a smile, and together they started to reconstruct the room, and then the unit. A couple hours later Yuugi left, and headed back to his room.

"You don't look so hot Yuugi…" Samantha's voice was even as she helped Yuugi to sit down. She got him some headache pills and a cup of coffee. "Party to heavy?"

Yuugi was thankful for her help. He leaned his head back. "If I could remember I'd tell you." With that he recapped what he could remember last night, which included dancing, and then of this morning and a room in disarray. "Yami will hate me now."

Samantha sat next to him handing him the pills and coffee. "Just write to Isis or Marik, and tell them the truth. It was an honest mistake, and I doubt you'll let it happen again." She was trying to sound upbeat to a gloomy situation.

Yuugi nodded, and took the pills and sipped the coffee. "Your right. It cannot hurt to be honest." He paused, and stretched his features. "But, first I need a shower."

"If you need any help let me know." Samantha smiled while Yuugi nodded.

Egypt - End of May

Isis had just exited the house leaving Yami and Marik in the kitchen with the assumptions that she was going shopping for a new pair of pants and a couple tops.

Yami approached Marik pushing him into the refrigerator; he placed kisses on his neck. "One hour for the shirt, and another 2 for the pants. That gives up plenty of time." His voice was a heavy purr.

Isis had come back up to the apartment having forgotten her purse. When she had opened the door the sound of the Yami filled her ears. She held her voice from making a surprised noise, and didn't make herself know.

"Pharaoh you know I don't like for you to advance on me. It is my job as your servant to pleasure you. By me doing the pleasuring if I am to accidentally fall for you…" He moaned as Yami was undoing his shirt, and licking at his chest. "Then it is me who suffers for my stupidity. I cannot risk you pleasuring me, and you falling for me." Yami had latched onto a nipple; Marik's resolve was hanging on by a thread. "If you fall for me, you hurt yourself and Yuugi. You love Yuugi…"

"Allowing me to return the pleasures you give me, pleasures me." Yami grabbed Marik's inner thigh, and then traced his hand up to Marik's groin. He began petting, while he kissed from Marik's chest, to his ear. He nipped, and sucked. "I can promise you that you won't be disappointed."

Marik melted into Yami's hand. He'd let loose a monster, but now how to put that monster back into the box was the tricky part. He was regretting making the offer to Yami. He should have known that Yami would later come questing to further their activities. "Pharaoh I cannot let you touch me in such manors as I touch you. You are the Pharaoh, and I am a servant. It stands at that." He took a deep breath, trying to hold his resolve.

Yami removed his hand, and stopped his kisses. He stood up anger filling his eyes. "Never enter my room again with pretenses of you pleasuring me unless you plan on letting me pleasure you." He growled, and walked off towards the living room. The sound of a fist making contact with the wall filled his ears. "Fuck!" Ah, well the old Yami was back. The break was nice while it lasted.

Marik headed to the opposite door, he wasn't going to go that direction as facing an angry Yami wasn't the best plan of action if he planned on living through the encounter. Let him calm first and then approach. Also, don't forget to plaster the wall before… "Isis!"

Isis had an indescribable look about her face. "What have you done?" She wasn't yelling, mater of fact her calmness was over whelming. "Never mind, I think I herd enough." She rubbed her temple. Marik watched his sister speechless. "You will write to Yuugi and confess your activities you have done with his lover. You will beg for forgiveness." Her voice was slightly on the rise. "You will also plaster that wall!"

Marik bit his lip, and swallowed hard. He was now in a house with an angry Isis and an angry Yami. Life would be hell till this blew over. To think all he was trying to do was make their living situation easier, and to please the Pharaoh.

Isis left him standing there in thought as she headed back out to do what she had started to do a while ago.

Japan - Beginning of April

Heavy footsteps entered the shop, Jou knew them. They stopped at the car he was under. Jou was under the car, he stretched his form, and with a yawn he checked his watched. It was almost lunchtime; just a couple more tweaks and he would stop. When Jou was finished he slid out and looked up at Seto. "Hello Blue Eyes."

Seto looked down at Jou's form that was covered in grease and oil. A rare smile graced his face. "Hello Red Eye, you ready for lunch?"

Jou placed a hand on the ground, and pushed himself up to stand. "Let me get changed, and washed up back in my office." He started to head towards his office. "Then I'll be ready to go." He had opened the door, flicked his hip, and had left Seto standing by himself.

Seto had caught the flick of Jou's hips, with a grin he followed after Jou. He checked the handle; Jou hadn't locked the office door. The curtain was thin enough for Seto to get a very good idea of Jou's form and what he was, and how he washing. The shower cut off, and he reached for a towel. Still damp, with the towel wrapped around his waist he exited the shower. Jou and Seto caught each other's eyes both smiling.

Seto walked up behind Jou, and wrapped his hands around his waist, and pressed against him. He breathed in the sent of freshly washed skin, and purred. "Want to skip lunch today Red Eyes."

"Honda denying you again Blue Eyes." Jou's voice was heavy, as he ground his rear into Seto's groin.

Seto moaned seductively into Jou's ear. "I think he's catching onto us."

" Blue Eyes." Jou's heavy voice cried out in ecstasy as he came.

Anzu had come into the shop to take Jou to lunch; she hardly saw much of him even if they were to be married. Her hand was on the handle when she heard it. She stood there frozen to the stop. She didn't want to hear more of it, but she couldn't stop herself. She was curious whom Jou was calling Blue Eyes.

"Red Eyes." Seto's equally heavy voice cried out in ecstasy as he came.

Anzu gasped, that voice belonged to Seto. Still rooted to the stop she could hear them washing up, and dressing. Then the click of the lock, and she knew it was too late. She would be caught, or was she doing the catching. From the open door Jou was looking into the eyes of Anzu.

Anzu stuttered, barely able to contain a normally calm voice. "You are fucking Kaiba… Seto Kaiba?"

Jou crossed his arms staring down at her. "No I was not fucking Seto, I was making love to him."

Anzu pursed her lips, and Jou placed a finger on them. Seto was standing behind Jou didn't say a word. "You're going to listen to me for once." He paused as anger filled his eyes. He'd contained himself, and their secret long enough. "I hadn't ever fucked a person in my existence till I met you Anzu. You have been a thorn in my side since we came back from Egypt. You could never accept the fact that I was gay. I even told you that I had someone special in my life. When I wouldn't say whom, you took those tidbits of information as lies thinking that I was just playing hard to get. Further more you got me drunk at Christmas. You fucked me. Yes, I got you fucking pregnant, not by fucking choice."

Jou's breathing was heavy, Anzu was crying. Seto stood back shocked; Jou hadn't ever said how he and Anzu had ended up, just that it had happened. Jou started again. "Being the man that I am, I decided to do the honorable thing and marry you. Take up for the child that I unwilling created. You being the bitch you are got your wish. However, I wasn't about put my relationship with Seto further into secret, until he decided to hook up with Honda. Yes Honda, and it is your fucking fault I cannot be with the person I love." Tears now streamed Jou's face.

Seto's chest rose and fell quickly. He had the truth now. Jou didn't love Anzu; it had all been a net of lies formed from Anzu's deceit. Seto had only settled for Honda because he couldn't have Jou. Maybe this would end it between them, then he could end it with Honda, and then… Then they could have each other again; the way it was meant to be.

Anzu stood up to her full height; she was speechless as tears fell fast. Her eyes were filled with a mix or fear and anger. Least of all she lacked the look of heartache. Seto was roused from thought, as another pair of footsteps approached the group. Honda had been outside, out of view, but in earshot since a little before Anzu had arrived. He'd followed Seto, having suspected him of something.

Honda spoke up with a steady, but non-angry voice. "Seto if it is true…" He paused taking a couple breaths. It was hard letting go, but when you knew something that had to be done, you had to do it. "No hard feelings if you want to end it." He paused shifting his eyes to Anzu. "You should be willing to end it with Jou…"

Honda then returned his eyes to the three of them. "Besides you two been loving each other for a while haven't you? Since Duelist Kingdom?" He gave a small smile. "Yuugi knew, he pushed you two to go into the open; that was the reason for all the private talks he'd never indulge in why they happened. If you had listened to him this wouldn't have happened. But you two have pride, hence your nick names to each other." He paused again as Jou and Seto's eyes studied him. "Your dragons gave it away."

"You haven't heard the last of me Jou!" Anzu growled, she pulled the ring from her finger and shoved it into Jou's hand, and stormed off. She had knocked into Honda, who tried to grip her shoulder but missed.

Jou blinked several times over looking at the ring in the grip of his hand the words of Honda sinking in. He then chunked into the garbage can. "Rubbish." Knowing his luck this had fucked his and Seto's relationship up. Not that he loved the bitch, but a warm body to sleep with wasn't a bad thing, and now that was gone. What would happen with Honda and Seto. He sighed calming himself. "One fucked up day this has turned out to be." He muttered barely above a whisper, he was ready to get himself busy so he could drown himself in work and forget the past 30 minutes. With that mission in mind he walked past Seto and Honda without second thought and made his way to the car he was previously working on. Getting back to the ground, and sliding under the car.

Honda and Seto exchanged looks. "You sure Honda that you are okay with this." Seto broke the silence they shared.

Honda nodded his head, and smiled. "Very sure. Now go get him Blue Eye." He laughed, and started to leave the garage but not before Seto could glare him down for using that nickname on him. That nickname after all was between Seto and Jou only.

Once Honda was out of the garage, Seto made his way to the car, and stood at Honda's feet. "Red Eyes." His voice was alluring, and calm. "Want to marry me?"

Jou tried to sit up at Seto's question, but instead hit the underside of the car. "Ouch!" Seto stifled his laugh as he saw Jou maneuver himself out from under the car. "Blue Eyes you have some nerve if you're joking around with me." His voice was a mixture of curiosity and ice.

"I'm not joking." Seto smiled looking down into Jou's eyes. "I'm not loosing you again." Despite his normal, I won't sit on the floor of the garage because it is dirty, he sat down.

Jou smiled, looking into Seto's eyes. "Yes, I'll marry you. You going to sit there while I work?" It was comforting to be able to be in the open. "Don't suggest that I stop because this car is due at the end of the day." He smirked. "After words I am free for the day."

Seto pouted a bit, and then laughed. "I'll just step out side to call the office and cancel today's whatever's." He stood up again, and headed out side while Jou slid back under the car. He knew when he returned by the sound of his footsteps.