Katsuya groaned softly. Seto snuggled into his lover's arms.

Until he realized that Katsuya was in front of him, not behind.

Seto pulled away from the man holding him and sat up.

Honda. He was naked. They all were. The good news was that Seto knew everyone in the room. That had not been the case twice since they began testing suppressants. At least Roland was the only member of the staff this time.

Things were improving. The first few weeks 'the gang' stayed in Kaiba Manor, waking up in a post-orgy heap was a daily occurrence.

This was the first time it worked as planned.

"Control is the ultimate goal," Seto had told the group one morning, at breakfast. "I do not want to be at the mercy of the drugs any more than I wish to be swept away by the pheromones."

"A scheduled Event." Yami nodded. "Yes. I agree. I do not believe it will work, yet. But, even a failed test reveals useful data."

Not the ringing endorsement Seto had hoped for, but it was enough to convince the rest.

And, to all appearances, this time the test had been a success. The Mutous were not present - they opted to be the control pair. Otogi and Honda were. On a table by the door, Seto could see his and Katsuya's daily dosages. As per his request, someone had left those as proof that the room could be entered and exited without a bystander being pulled into the fray.

Seto sighed. Hopefully this was proof of a solution.

"Ooooohhhhhhh no! Nah-uh. Negatory, no how, no way."

"Mokuba, this -"

"Not doing it, big bro."

"You seem to believe this is an option."

"I am NOT going!"

Mokuba stormed out of the dining room, actually pushing past Yami and Honda as they arrived.

"What's with him?" Honda glanced after the adolescent. "I didn't think he did teen rebellion."

"He doesn't," Jou replied. "Seto's being an ass."

"I am not being 'an ass'. I am 'being' the Head of the Kaiba family. If he doesn't like it, he should have said something while we were at the Registrar's Office. We could have removed him altogether. No child, no mother. Resolved."

"What were you doing at the Register's?" Yugi asked.

"Oh, you did not!" Otogi gasped. "Tell me I didn't miss the announcement of the season!"

"No announcement." Jou frowned. "He didn't even tell me until we got there."

"You got married?!" Yugi's expression turned dark. "You got married and didn't tell us?!"

"Take it up with him."

"Kaiba -" Yugi took a step forward before Yami held him.

"Patience, love. There may be more to explain."

"There is nothing to explain." Kaiba shrugged. "I needed to make changes to the Family records. They involved Katsuya and Mokuba. Since we were all available, I took care of it today. Mokuba is being irrational. "

"He's not upset because you got married, is he?" Honda asked.

"Nah, the kid was cool with that," Jou smirked. "Tell 'em what you did. Dad."

"Dad?" The group looked at Kaiba.

"It is not such an unusual thing. When Gozaburo first adopted us, there was a clerical error, and they listed Mokuba as my son. When I became legally Head of the family, I saw no reason to correct that. Today, the clerk pointed out that I entered the names in such a way that it listed Katsuya as Mokuba's mother, and Mai and Anzu as his sisters. I corrected that. Mai and Anzu should be his Aunts. Their children will be his siblings."

"And Jou's his Uncle?" Yami clarified.

"No. As my legal spouse, Katsuya is properly listed as Mokuba's mother. Much simpler in cases of emergencies. Katsuya will be able to act as Mokuba's parent until he turns twenty."

"Wait - did the girls go with you guys? And how did you decide who the father is?" Honda looked confused.

"In utero paternity test this morning." Kaiba answered one question and ignored the other.

"No," Jou's expression was sour, "they didn't."

"So how did you add them without their signatures?"

"There is an additional fee," Kaiba answered.

"Read 'bribe'," Otogi clarified. "So how much do I know, and when did I know it?"

"Your option," Kaiba dismissed the question. "Since their mothers are now officially in the Family records, the children will be Kaibas, so they can be public knowledge. I'll make an official statement, oh, next month?"

"Too late, the rumor mill will be in a frenzy, and there are already a lot of questions about what goes on in here. Two weeks, max. I have my own stock price to consider. Daddy Dearest would have a fit if someone suggested 'Kaiba' and 'merger' in the same sentence."

"True. Ten days, then. Send me a summary of what information you release. I'll write something."

"What are you two talking about?" Yugi snapped. "Did you know about this?"

"That Kaiba was going to have to adopt Jou or face financial censure from his peers? Of course! And he was going to have to do something about the two pregnant women living openly in his house. Now, did I know he was doing it today? No, not a clue. And actually, Yugi, I'm just as mad at him as you are."

"I'm surprised the kid didn't slug you." Honda shook his head. "Hell, I'm surprised Jou hasn't."

"Eh. It's just bureaucratic bullshit anyhow. And he's right about the emergency stuff."

"Are you people retarded?" Mokuba's voice caught them all off guard. "Seto's the only real father I've ever had and Jou being my mother is funny as hell. I'm old enough to file for emancipation if I cared about that family crap. I'm not pissed, I'm just not going."

"Going?" Yami looked at Kaiba. "Going where?"

"On his family sex-cation!"

"On his what?" Yugi screeched as Kaiba sighed, "it is nothing of the sort."

Jou looked at Mokuba seriously. "You sure you're cool about this? It's bs, but it's gonna wind up on your school records. And your health insurance."

"Yours too, Mom." Mokuba half grinned. "That's probably the only thing he did right today. But I am not going on your honeymoon with you. That shit is wack!"

"It's not all that," Jou scoffed, and Kaiba huffed, "it is a family vacation!"

"Who's going on vacation?" Mai asked.

"Are we having dinner in the doorway tonight?" Anzu asked from behind everyone.

"Excuse me, Kaiba-sama, we are ready to serve if you all would like to dine here," a butler announced.

"Yes. We would," Anzu replied, pushing toward the table. "I'm starved. Whatever this is about, fuss while we eat."

"Good plan," Honda agreed, taking a seat. "So, Togi's right, you guys getting married was gonna happen, but you're jerks for not telling anyone so we could celebrate with you, agreed?"

"Agreed," most of the table replied.

"OMG, you two got married?" Mai remarked, rolling her eyes. "Stunning."

"Not agreed," Kaiba commented. "I don't understand why this is even an issue."

"Not how 'we' works." Jou kissed his husband's cheek. "You'll get that one day."

"So where and when is the honeymoon?" Anzu asked.

"We hardly need a honeymoon," Kaiba scoffed. "We already spend almost 24 hours a day together. But, Katsuya's birthday is next week. Soon, 'our mothers' will be unable to fly, and I thought this would be a good time for all of us to relax. The calm before the storm, as it were. This could be our last opportunity to do so. I tell you from experience, children are quite demanding."

"Ha ha, big bro. Very funny. I'm not going."

"It is a Kaiba Family vacation. I expect the entire Kaiba Family to attend." He gestured to include the table.

Honda choked on his soup. Yugi dropped his spoon.

"And when, exactly, did that change occur?" Yami asked a little too calmly.

"Legally? It hasn't. And unless one of you intends to marry a blood relation of mine, or can produce my child, it will not occur legally. It was my understanding that this fell under the definition of how 'we' works." He looked at Jou. "Is that incorrect?"

Jou smiled slowly, warmly. He kissed his spouse's cheek again. "You gotta quit sayin' shit like that when I can't jump you."

"Temptation is part of your training."

"Woof." He seemed to remember that they were at dinner and turned his attention back to his plate. "So. Where you taking us, moneybags?"

"I haven't decided yet, but I think The Philippines. The Aman Resort in Amanpulo. It's a private island, but as we won't be the only guests, I thought a two week stay would be sufficient."

"The Aman? Seriously?" Mokuba rolled his eyes. "And this is not a honeymoon?"

"That's a honeymoon," Otogi agreed. "And a steep one at that. Not trying to pry, but can you actually afford that?"

"Well," Seto hesitated. "That is not something I am prepared to discuss tonight."

Mokuba looked concerned. "Are we down? I've been reading the monthly financials and writing an analysis, like you asked. Did I miss something?"

"Calm yourself, brother. If your financial summaries were lacking, we would have discussed it before now."

"If you need a loan," Yugi offered, "we don't have much, but -"

Kaiba laughed outright. "A loan? From you?" He coughed and cleared his throat. "Pardon. That is a...kind...offer. However, if Kaiba were in need of funds, I fear it may be a tad above your means." He snickered. "A loan. Ahem. No. No, I am unprepared because I do not have the relevant data at hand. Anything I say now would be from memory, and possibly inaccurate."

"We'll take the risk," Otogi smirked. "Talk."

"Very well. As you know, the Jou Botanical Project was never intended to be more than a hobby. The physiological events that we have all experienced are all a direct result of -"

"- of your attempt to play God," Yami remarked.

Kaiba considered the comment then chose to move on. "- a result of my scientific foray into a new arena. And as you have all suffered the consequences, it seemed appropriate to me that you all share in any benefits as well."

"What benefits?" Mai asked. "I mean, apart from the nine months of weight gain?"

"Quite a few, it turns out." Kaiba moved slightly to allow the butler to clear the soup bowl and serve the main course. "While searching for an effective suppressant, the research team discovered a dozen other applications, several of which need no additional testing and have already been taken to the industrial market. Products using byproducts of Jou Botanicals will likely hit the consumer markets in the next year."

"In other words, even your fuck ups make money." Honda shook his head in disbelief.

"You said share." Mai reminded him. "So what's our cut? One, two percent?"

"Jou Botanicals is owned by a Joint Partnership. Katsuya is 20% partner."

"I am?"

"18% each is owned by Mutou/Atemu, Muzaki/Kujaku and Honda/Otogi. The remaining 6% is held by KaibaChem - who also manages the partnership and is responsible for its administration."

"Six percent of what, big bro?"

Kaiba smiled slightly. "A handful of cosmetic and personal care contracts. Initial sales in the neighborhood of £40.3 million, sterling. There's another $20 or $30 million, US, pending but it's having a difficult time in customs."

"You're sending that plant overseas!?" Yugi was outraged.

"Absolutely not under any circumstances," Kaiba assured him. "The three original plants are here. All plants used for commercial products are locked in a special vault to which I have the only passcode. And I am working with the Ministry of Commerce to draft a law that puts stealing Jou Botanicals on the level of smuggling silkworms."

"Didn't that have a death penalty?" Yugi frowned.

"Technically, it still does but the sentence is rarely enforced." Mai shrugged. "Not since before World War II." She rolled her eyes at the skeptical looks around her. "I had to look it up once."

"I'm 50% of Chemical, right?" Mokuba was still doing mental math. "Ok, so 6% of 40mil, is like, 2.9 or something -"

"2.7," Otogi corrected.

"Whatever. Half is enough for me to go to Hawaii, and surf, while you go get freaky."

"Mokuba, you are missing the point." Kaiba gestured. "This trip is a celebration that the crisis is over. The suppressant is stable with a 12-hour dosage. We have an effective anaphylactic for emergency situations. There has not been an Event in two months. We had guests for Christmas and nothing happened. Katsuya has returned to work at the daycare center. And at this point, I believe the imbalance is controlled, if not cured."

"Big bro, you are missing the point. You guys are all couples and I'm not dating right now. You only have one hobby, and even if the suppressant works, come on! What am I gonna do - alone - at a romantic couples resort?"

"It is a paid vacation!" Seto grumbled. "I don't see why the woman couldn't simply make herself available."

"She's a doctor," Jou laughed. "She can't just drop everything because one patient is spoiled rotten."

"It is two patients, and I am not spoiled. I am cautious. Mai-okaa's blood pressure has been higher than normal, and Anzu-okaa is gaining excessive weight. Having a medical expert available is not uncalled for."

"The Doc said Mai's pressure is high for her, not higher than normal. And Anzu could use a little padding." Jou grinned at his husband. "They're fine. Besides, the resort has a clinic on site."

Seto looked appalled. "A nurse, two non-professional assistants, and a physician who arrives within 3 hours of an emergency call is not a 'clinic'. I'm just glad that Takamora-sensei was available. He was Gozaburo's personal physician and is still on-retainer to the Kaiba Family, but Mokuba and I haven't had any reason to see him. He can earn that retainer now that the family has expanded. He has already sent me a text that he is at the resort and has all the equipment he needs for everything from their scheduled sonogram on Monday to an emergency c-section, if needed."

"You take 'too far' to an art form, you know?" Jou chuckled. "Did you get a surgeon every time Mokuba skinned his knee?"

"Of course not. I am quite capable of handling skinned knees and basic treatments. Until last year, I was a certified nursing assistant. I let it lapse, but it is on my to do list to renew." Jou laughed. "I would think any qualified parent should know at least that much."

"Hon, no parent is 'qualified'! What, you think there's a parent certification?"

"No, there's not; I've already looked into it. What is so funny?"

"No-no-nothing, babe!" Jou tried to control his mirth. "You looked into it. That is too much!" There was a soft musical chime from the pager on the table in front of them. "Oh, is that us?"

"Yes, our cabin must be available." Seto turned around. "Otogi? Are you all ready? We are being paged."

Otogi glanced at his scorecard. "Another two hands. But the girls are asleep, so that will keep you busy til we're done."

"We can just end the game." Yugi started to put his cards away. "We don't want to keep the other passengers waiting."

"No one would be delayed if the resort would allow private jets on their precious airfield. Finish your game." Seto crossed the room and gently woke Anzu and Mai.

The all-first class seating of the resort's plane accommodated fewer than 50 passengers. This was the only part of Kazuki's 'vacation test' idea that Seto had to compromise on - their reservation was for a private villa in a secluded area of the property. Only the flight presented a hazard point. Seto would have been more comfortable for a number of reasons if they were in his personal jet. Still, Katsuya really hadn't had a public Event in months. Working at the daycare center in the KaibaCorp office building brought Katsuya in contact with so many people, something would have happened by now if the treatments were not working.

But, as Kazuki pointed out, managing unforeseen circumstances was part of the test. And, Kaiba reminded himself, part of it was to test himself. How many people were being affected by Patient Zero? How well was he managing his own effect on those around him?

It wasn't very long before the group left the VIP lounge and presented themselves at the boarding gate.

"Mr. Kaiba and family?" The unexpectedly - for Kaiba, at least - attractive woman at the desk asked in English. She bowed. "Thank you for allowing us to serve you today. Your cabin is right this way. All of our staff speak English, but we have a translator available, if you prefer."

"That won't be necessary." Seto made a dismissive gesture. "We are all fluent."

She led them on board the plane. The aisles were lined on either side with two-seat lounge chairs. Behind every other row a dark curtain was tied back. At the midpoint of the plane, the curtains were pulled closed. She led them to the seats in front of the curtain, and began opening the overhead bins.

"Please confirm for me that these are your carry-on items." They were. "Excellent! We ask that for takeoff and landing you keep your seats upright and forward-facing, but once the Captain gives the ok, you may swivel the chairs individually by releasing this lever. We will be taking off soon, but my associate will be here shortly with a light refreshment."

"Nice!" Honda made himself comfortable.

The stewardess opened a side panel. "Ladies, for your convenience, we have placed extra blankets and pillows here. And most passengers who are expecting find the second reclined position most comfortable."

"Oh." Anzu looked surprised. "Thank you."

"You're most welcome." The woman turned her attention back to Kaiba, taking a step closer to him. "We want you all to be comfortable during your stay with us. Please feel free to ask me if you need any assistance." She leaned completely into the CEO's personal space, her chest actually against him as she stroked his chin. "I will be eep-!"

She was brought up short as Jou grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back hard.

"Yeah, yeah. We know about 'personal service'. Time for you to go."

"I - uh -"

"Hey, is there a restroom on this thing?" Mai asked. "Show me." She prodded and the confused woman led the way toward the front of the plane.

"Here." Anzu gave Seto, Jou and Yugi a pill. "This is going to be a long flight if you three are climbing the walls the whole time."

"Perfect timing!" Otogi exclaimed. He took a glass of champagne from the arriving stewart's tray before the man could offer it. "Hope these things don't interact with alcohol."

"Agreed." Seto took a glass and swallowed.

"Ma'am," the steward handed the two glasses closest to himself to Anzu. "Sparkling cider. We have your special diet request, but we also have an array of fruits and healthy options if something doesn't meet with your current appetite."

Anzu stared at the man for a moment. "They hire you all for your looks, don't they."

"Anzu!" Yugi groaned, mortified.

"She's got a point," Jou agreed, looking the man over.

"Katsuya!" Seto snapped. "Sit. Swallow. Behave."

"Woof." Jou grinned, taking a seat.

"At least he's safe with me." Anzu settled into a seat herself. "You are in way more danger from them," she told the man.

"That's a shame," he laughed politely. "Now, we'll be serving shortly after take off. Our menu is on the seat monitor. Make your selection by pressing here. If you need one of us, the call button is here. My name is Jon. Is there anything else I may provide now?"

"I think we are currently satisfied," Yami said.

"Excellent. Then, enjoy your flight and I will see you momentarily." He paused to close the sliding doors, which created a private cabin for the group.

Eventually, the plane was loaded, and in the air. The second time the stewardess passed Seto, it was with a brief, embarrassed glance.

Yugi and Anzu slept through the bulk of the almost six hour flight, while Yami and Jou played video games.

Mai and Honda were watching an American Western on the in-flight cable channel, and Seto was catching up on his reading.

"That is actually quite sexy," Otogi observed.

Seto looked up at his temporary seat mate, surprised. "Already?"

"No," Otogi chuckled. "Although, I probably wouldn't say 'no' if that were the problem." He lightly stroked the 5 o'clock shadow gracing Seto's chin. "I meant this. I don't remember you having facial hair. It's very macho."

"Oh." Seto stroked his own face. "I rescheduled my spa appointment to have it done here at the resort. I guess I'll have to shave for a few days. And no, I didn't have facial hair before. It's a side effect of Jouji. Katsuya has it now as well but since he's blonde, it's less noticeable unless it's more than a few day's growth."

"Have you thought about not shaving it? Just trim it into shape? The look works on you, I think."

Seto couldn't help smiling slightly. "Not words I think Honda would appreciate."

"Oh! My little teddy bear gets jealous over almost everything I say! I don't listen. If I was going to leave him for someone less possessive, richer, or prettier I'd have done it long before now."

"He is quite a departure from your prior choices, Ryu-dono. You were always known for having the most attractive partner in any room." Seto closed his book. "I am curious. What did attract you to him? He is persistently average."

"Isn't he?" Otogi grinned. "I think that's why, actually. He's never tried to impress me, never been impressed by me, and has no interest in anything that isn't practical. You know the gift I bought him that he raves about most? A ¥10 screwdriver with three magnetic heads. The two that aren't in use are stored in the handle. I'll bet he packed it - he carries it all the time. Says it's the most useful thing he owns. I bought him a car too. I don't think he's ever driven it."

Seto nodded. "I gave Katsuya a Bulova watch; he never wears it. It's the most accurate timepiece you can wear on your wrist and he thinks the gold is too flashy."

"I took Hiroto to a reception with the Minister of Trade. He said they didn't serve enough food."

"Well now, on that, he's correct. Trade never does. I'll bring you as my guests to the next reception at MEXT. Katsuya approves of their menu. And, as a bonus, they are used to people who have no social grace, so they don't require proper dress."

"No argument about wearing a suit and tie? That is a bonus!"

"You know we can hear you two, right?" Jou said from the seats across from them.

"It wouldn't be any fun picking on you if you couldn't," Otogi replied.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we will be landing at The Amanpulo, the Philippines most luxurious resort in just a few minutes. At this time, we ask that you return all seat backs and trays to..."

Seto woke to the standard announcement and the warm, soft feel of Katsuya's hair on his cheek. He turned awkwardly to kiss the side of his lover's head before moving to wake him.

"Kat-chan," Seto whispered. "We're landing."

"Don'wanna." The man snuggled closer and rubbed his cheek against Seto's chin. "Mmm. Fuzzy."

"Come on; you can sleep on the beach."

Katsuya made a sleepy whining noise and pursed his lips. Seto obliged and kissed him. And kissed him again. The third kiss was more than a light peck.

The fourth engaged their tongues. The sixth was on the bare skin of his beloved's muscular thigh. Time or place didn't matter. The only thing of importance was the taste of Katsuya. The feel of his skin. The...