...Kaiba woke in an unfamiliar room with a splitting headache. Katsuya was sleeping beside him. They were both dressed as they were on the flight.

After a moment to gather himself, Kaiba got up and went out. The room was nice, but it wasn't the villa he'd booked. He also had a number of other questions - starting with how did he get from the plane to the wrong room.

"Mr. Kaiba!" An employee was waiting in the hallway. "The manager has been expecting you, sir. Right this way."

"Where is the rest of my family?" he snapped.

"The manager will explain everything. This way, please, sir."

There were two other guests in the manager's office - the Japanese Under Minister of Agriculture and the VP of Engineering for Mitsubishi.

"Mr. Kaiba." The manager greeted him with a smile and a handshake. "I am very sorry that your stay with us has started with this unfortunate occurrence, however -"

"Where is my family?!"

"Yes, of course. So sorry; I should have started with that information. Ms. Mazaki and Ms. Kujaku are at our clinic and your doctor assures me they and their babies are in excellent health. The rest of your party are as you were, resting in temporary accommodations while we sort this all out."

"Sort out what?"

"Assassination attempt." Agriculture shook his head. "Idiot screwed up the gas."

"Had to be a gas," Mitsubishi muttered. "I would never cheat on my wife."

Kaiba sat down slowly as he quickly pieced together the conversation. "A gas was released on the plane to kill someone?"

"That is a possibility, yes. We have not ruled out other, less sinister options." The manager gestured to the three of them. "Because of the placement, we believe that one of you was the target."

"You found a canister?" Kaiba wasn't sure if that would be good or bad news.

"No. But our staff is searching, and we have placed a call to the appropriate security forces. They are on their way."

"I see." Kaiba nodded. "I gather this gas was odorless, colorless? I don't recall anything out of the ordinary."

"Yes. Its only effect was to cause some, eh, shall we say, uncharacteristic behavior in your section of the plane. We were able to off load everyone else safely, and when it became clear that anyone in the area of effect succumbed to it, Ms. Kujaku suggested we sedate you all and remove you that way." And Kaiba hoped that no one considered how the girls eluded said gas.

"You couldn't just carry us out?" Agriculture asked.

"We couldn't disengage you. My staff tells me that you all and the flight crew were...quite..." the manager actually blushed. "The security footage was...frank."

"Footage?" Mitsubishi was outraged while Kaiba was curious.

"We hope that will be destroyed once the investigation is complete," Agriculture said firmly.

"Of course," the manager agreed.

"Might I ask," Kaiba felt like laughing, although he realized that doing so could be a Trigger Event. Again. "How many people were involved with this 'gas'?"

"In total, twenty-one. Your parties, the flight crew, three members of my resort staff. The only people unaffected, apparently, were the ladies traveling with you, Mr. Kaiba, and the Under Minister's daughter."

"Oh?" Kaiba started to congratulate the man but thought better of it. "Twenty-one. Effective. I believe I can explain the gas. Of course, this information cannot leave this room. Kaiba has branched into personal care products. One of which is a men's perfume. It uses a new plant-based pheromone -"

"What!" Agriculture exclaimed. "Jouji Botanicals!"

"Ah, you are familiar with it."

"Not directly, but I read many of the reports. It was approved with alarming speed."

"But with all the proper procedures," Kaiba countered. "The advertising promises to make you virtually irresistible, and, so far, there have been no complaints."

"There is such a thing as too effective," Mitsubishi groused. "How did it disburse so far? How do you propose I explain this to my wife?"

Kaiba made a mental note to determine what, if any, data was available and send it to Kazuki; how the pheromones spread so wide - and so quickly - was a very good question. "I will send you a case of the product. It's called Dragon's Fire. Let her judge it's effectiveness for herself."

"We need to find a way to spin this from damage control to marketing. Make this an opportunity rather than a disaster," Seto mused into the phone. "Yes. Yes. Well, I thought so, too, at first. But on reflection, after seeing the guests who are here, this is a market that we might not otherwise reach. Several of these men are not known for trying new things." He listened for a moment. "43 guests. Mostly Americans, but there are a few Korans, and a few others. Just send several cases of the full product line, priority." Kaiba switched the phone to the opposite shoulder as Jou leaned down to kiss the closer cheek. "No. Classify this as an entirely administrative cost. Yes. I don't want this affecting the partnership shares."

"Vacation," Jou said, throwing a grape at Kaiba.

"True. The staff are a separate matter from the other guests. The manager said something about some of them being outraged. No. No, anyplace else, I would agree with you, but the Aman is not that kind of resort. I'll see what kind of settlement will satisfy them. If we can pay them off, that would be simplest. Or, wait. Run this past legal. What if we give them Kaiba products free for life. As a rebate or something similar. They send us the receipt and we send them a check. A dozen staff people at most, I should think. Cheaper than paying them off outright and it will move goods into a soft market."

"Hey! Hubby! You promised you wouldn't spend more time on the phone than with me. Remember?" Jou pulled a chair out from the table and flopped into it.

"The Under Minister? Oh, he won't be a problem. He was not at all pleased to learn why his unwed daughter was unaffected. He'll want this whole episode to vanish. And the other one - you are aware that he's Mitsubishi by marriage? His wife is the key here. Satisfy her, and he'll acquiesce. Start with why he is here and she is not. Hmm. Yes. That could work."

"Man, I could've stayed in Domino for this!"

"And overnight that shipment here as soon as it's ready. A few of the younger guests have heard rumors; I'd like to catch some of that elusive millennial market, if we can."

"Ay!" Jou threw another grape. "Vacation. No work."

Kaiba looked at Jou.

He sat slumped down in a chair, watching the ocean and the sun, bare feet dusted with sand resting on a table intended for dining. His Hawaiian style shirt was open and damp with the sweat from his chest. Otogi was right; the new dimension of hair gave Katsuya's previously smooth chest a level of mature sexuality that was stunningly attractive. Jou-the-boy Kaiba had fallen in love with was beautiful. But this more masculine Katsuya-the-man he'd married was a whole new world of erotic.

It struck Kaiba rather abruptly. He was married now. A husband, soon to be a father. And despite the board of directors' best efforts, Kaiba married a man. The man sitting in front of him.

Wind ruffled Jou's hair, making Kaiba's fingers jealous. They'd been at the resort only a few hours and already the sun had kissed that skin.

Suddenly, Kaiba realized he hadn't heard anything on the conference call. "I have to go," he announced, cutting over whomever was speaking. "Email me final agreements, get those shipments out ASAP. Legal, work out settlements - no long term payouts unless it's in consumer merchandise or someone's pregnant. Coordinate everything with the property manager here; he seems competent. And no more calls short of an emergency." He hung up and dropped the phone in his pocket as he rounded the table. "If you're going to walk around like that, I'm going to need a stronger suppressant." He stood over his husband and leaned down to touch forehead to forehead.

Jou fed him a grape. "You work too much." He ate a grape himself. "And they still don't have our rooms yet. I don't care, but Yami's bitching about 'bathing before dinner'."

Kaiba scowled. "What could possibly be taking so long? There is only one villa." Kaiba leered. "And I cannot wait to get you in it."

"Keep talkin' like that, and you won't need to wait." Jou fed him another grape. "I'm here to eat fruit and jump you." He held up the nearly empty stem.

"As the manager is already displeased with me, I'd better make sure he's not attempting to cancel the reservation altogether." Kaiba stole a kiss and the last grape, and then led his spouse to the front desk.

The manager was cordial and apologetic when they arrived in his office. "Again, Mr. and Mr. Kaiba, I cannot apologize enough. I'm afraid we have a situation that I am working to resolve."

"What situation?"

"We had a storm last week. Very little damage to the property overall, however, we are still restoring the villa. It is not available for use at this time."

"That's cool." Jou shrugged. "Shit happens, right? We're gonna be on the beach most of the time anyhow so any room is fine."

"Thank you. I appreciate your flexibility in this matter. The trouble is that we are completely booked this week."

"So you have no rooms? You should have notified us before we arrived." Seto frowned. "We selected the villa specifically. I'm sure you've seen the agreement for our product test."

"Product test?" Jou repeated.

"Because our corporate office made your reservation, I was not aware that guests were expected for that unit. I personally regret the oversight and the inconvenience to you. I have not seen the entire agreement, however, I was made aware today of a fragrance you wished to trial here."

"Yes. We chose the villa specifically to reduce the number of people involved."

"I was curious about that detail." The manager sounded more suspicious than curious. "I have not previously heard of a perfume with harmful side effects."

"I would not categorize the effects as harmful," Kaiba countered.

"Depends on how you define harm." Jou gave Kaiba a narrow look. "And which 'product' is being tested."

"The perfume is perfectly safe," Kaiba reiterated. "However, the pheromone at its base does have some aphrodisiac qualities which some body chemistries may exaggerate. My husband has that effect. We wanted the villa to avoid the possibility of he and I becoming, shall we say, intimate in inappropriate locations. We had no idea that an Event such as the plane was even theoretically possible."

"I see." The manager looked at Jou, who smiled sheepishly, and shook his head. "Yes. I can understand the temptation." He blushed, cleared his throat, and looked at Kaiba. "Unfortunately, I cannot allow the use of the villa at this time.

Jou shrugged again. "We could always stay with you."

"We have..." he hesitated and loosened his tie. "Is it hot in here?"

"You look kinda hot." Jou half grinned. "For an old guy."

The manager was not particularly old, but neither was he particularly handsome. And his responses to Katsuya seemed more like a coy schoolgirl. Kaiba checked his pocket. His pills were there, but his spouse - and the manager - might be beyond the pill's effective dosage.

"I think it has become rather urgent that you find us rooms. Preferably as far away from the rest of the guests as possible."

"I'm afraid, Mr. Kaiba, that the only rooms I can make available for the duration of your stay are here, in our main building. They are adjoining rooms, on the second floor. But they would constitute a downgrade to your original reservation."

"They got a bed?" Jou asked.

"A king, as it happens." The manager blushed again, but smiled.

"We'll take them." Kaiba stood up. "Now."

"Of course. Please allow me to escort you personally."

"So here is the disclosure and the details." A staff member handed out the hastily printed brochure to the 16 guests assembled in the restaurant as Kaiba continued the impromptu guest presentation. Resort staff were being apprised by the manager. "Originally, we were scheduled to use a more secluded portion of the property for this. Frankly, we believed we were beyond the trial stage at this point. But as I told you, we were not expecting anything as intimate as what occurred on our plane. I'm afraid that there are few questions I can answer. Everything we know is in the document you have in your hand."

They all looked at the brief two pages. "I have a question," a man in the back said. "Why are you telling us about this?"

"There is a possibility that the effects of the pheromone we used may be more widespread under certain conditions. Given this afternoon's response, we cannot guarantee at this time that it will not affect the occupants of the rooms near ours. As you all occupy those rooms, we and the management team here felt that disclosure was necessary."

The man rolled his eyes. "I'm supposed to believe that some fru-fru perfume started a group swing on an island retreat? Come on, Ava. The pool bar's open. I'll buy you a drink."

A tall woman with a large chest and shapely legs stood up. "I thought you said the drinks were free?"

There were a few snickers around the room. "It's just an expr... no, never mind."

"There's more!" Kaiba called out as the couple left. "Very well. For the rest of you. We realize that you may not want to be part of this, so as initial compensation, KaibaCorp will reimburse you the cost of your stay here. If you would prefer not to be involved or if you change your mind about being involved, we have made arrangements with the other Aman Resorts, and you may transfer your remaining stay to one of them - again, at KaibaCorp's expense."

"And if we stay?" someone asked.

"If you stay, it is possible that nothing unusual will happen. Or you may find yourself in a highly unusual intimate Event. I cannot tell you if you should anticipate something, or nothing, or anything in between." Kaiba smiled. "I'm on my honeymoon, so I anticipate a bit of romance."

"Honestly, Kaiba, next time just book rooms at the Sunhouse Hotels!" Otogi nibbled at his lobster dinner salad. "I hear the Holiday Inn gives group rates; look at them too."

"Let it go, Togi." Honda ate his steak with relish. "The room's clean, and the food is awesome. And hey, we're on, like, the world's best beach. Quit bitching."

"I was looking forward to that in-room hot tub," Otogi pouted. "At least the air conditioning works. The sun set an hour ago and it's still like a sauna out here."

"Reminds me of home," Yami said wistfully. "But a bit humid for my tastes."

"Did you see the hot tub by the main pool?" Yugi snatched a carrot from Jou's plate before his friend could fork him. "It had four levels! Oh! And they have one they call the 'warm pool' - it has all the jacuzzi jets, but the water is cooler for people who can't soak in hot water."

"Totally don't care!" Mai sighed happily. "They have a maternity spa package. I'm not sure, but I think I found a male worth knowing."

"Well, they are not the accommodations I had planned, but I suppose they will serve." Kaiba looked toward the buffet and saw Yugi re-filling his plate. "Atemu?"

"Yes?"

"Is your pet supposed to be advertising his status as the penultimate neko, or are those shorts that tight as part of the resort's entertainment package?"

There was a moment of silence at the table.

"I should have realized I was enjoying the view too much," Yami sighed as he got up and headed to gather his mate.

"Excuse us," Jou chuckled. "If you actually said that out loud, in public, it's time to take you to bed." Jou left the table, pulling an only slightly resistant Kaiba with him.

"Ay!" Jou yelled in surprise as someone grabbed him from behind. "Dude! What? Tryin' to give me a heart attack?" He laughed as Seto's arms wrapped around him tightly.

"You smell like gardenias." Seto leaned against his husband and enjoyed his shower-fresh scent.

The room, though smaller and less secluded than Seto would have liked, had a balcony overlooking one of the resort's many gardens. Seeing his beloved looking out, with the tropical view and night sky, the picture had been perfect. Seto 'jumped' him.

"It's the hotel's soap." Jou snuggled into the embrace. "What's got into you? Again," he teased.

"Mr. Kaiba."

"Huh?"

"The manager called you 'Mr. Kaiba' today. It's the first time I've heard anyone call you that."

"Oh. Yeah. Everyone still calls me 'Jou' most of the time. I guess that could be kinda confusing. I'll tell him to call me -"

"Don't you dare tell him a thing, Mr. Kaiba!" Seto tightened his grip and kissed the shoulder he was admiring. "Do they call you that at the Center?"

"Well, a couple of the women call me Kaiba-san, just because I'm newlywed. But the kids, heck, pretty much everybody calls me 'Jou-san'." He chuckled, "Or 'Jou-chan'. I tried to get the kids to call me 'sensei' but that failed."

"Kaiba-san." Seto kissed Jou's neck. "I like that. I think I'll call you that from now on."

"Yeah?" Jou let his head roll to the side, giving his husband more skin to nibble. "That mean I should call you 'Kaiba-sama'?" Seto groaned softly. "That feels nice, Kaiba-sama. Keep moving up."

Seto's lips moved up but his hand moved down and released the loose knot holding the towel around Jou's waist. He was already erect, but his shaft twitched as Seto's fingers caressed him.

"Oh, yeah, Kaiba-sama! Touch me there!" he cooed. "Feels good." Jou's hand struggled for a moment to fit between their bodies and then fought with the sash holding Seto's robe closed. It fell open and suddenly Seto's full body was rubbing against his spouse's.

Seto groaned and entered his spouse. Everything about Kat-chan was an aphrodisiac. It was difficult to believe it was both of their pheromones when Kat-chan was so unbelievably sexy. Soft yet firm, sweet and hot and incredibly responsive. His cries were as erotic, as wild as any tropical night bird. His soft whisper of 'Kaiba-sama' was like an electrical bolt.

When Kat-chan finally orgasmed, they switched positions. Seto on his knees, the concrete painfully cold and hard until he got the towel under them, but Kat-chan's cock was hot and strong as it drove into him.

"Oh, fuck, you like that?" Kat-chan panted as he slammed home again and again. "You feel good. So good! Yeah, Kaiba-sama, keep singing!"

Seto hadn't even been aware of his own cries until Kat-chan commented on them. But each time his love drove deeply inside him, the sound was forced through his throat. Distantly he could hear other cries. Other birds? Other lovers? Seto wasn't sure, but they all paled in comparison to his pleasure. His lover. He wanted them to know that. He wanted them to hear it.

Kat-chan. Kaiba-san. Beloved.

"Shh! Maaari silang marinig sa amin!"

Seto woke to an unfamiliar voice.

He started to sit up but Jou grabbed him and placed a hand over his mouth lightly. "Cleaning staff," he whispered. "We forgot the door last night."

"Why are they in here?" Seto moved Jou's hand. "And why are we whispering?"

"They're here because they didn't realize we were in here. And we're whispering 'cause listen."

Seto listened for a moment. Slowly he recognized the rhythmic thumping coming from the bathroom. It was punctuated by an occasional deep male grunt or shrill female keen as the staff members apparently enjoyed themselves passionately.

As they listened, Jou slowly rolled Seto over to face the bathroom door and the couple just out of view. With no preamble, he slid into Seto and began thrusting deeply, but slowly, and using his hand to tease Seto's shaft and stones.

Was there a time when this wasn't bliss? It seemed impossible. Jou's initial entrance still caused Seto some pain, but it was always quickly washed away by the magic of his husband's touch.

The couple in the bathroom hit the wall suddenly, hard, but did not stop.

Their cries began to creep up in volume, and rather quickly Jou found the woman's voice compelling him to drive deeper, faster, harder.

They were both drenched with sweat. The bed, too, smelled of sweat and sex. Jou found it more than intoxicating - it was bewitching. Nothing mattered but Seto's grunting and panting in Jou's ear growing deeper, and blending with the shrill cries from the other room.

Jou growled and came, all but weeping as his body shook with the strength of it. He collapsed and lay panting as his lungs tried to keep up with his desire to take his love again.

Seto didn't give him the chance. The executive turned around and opened his mate's legs wide. Jou pulled him down and kissed Seto hard as Seto slid his shaft into the blond's welcoming entrance.

Now it was Jou's turn to cry out with every mind-blowing thrust. Seto fit Jou perfectly and every stroke brushed against his prostate in a way that nothing and no-one else ever had. He felt like he was bathing in Seto. Drowning in him.

But he wanted more. Jou wrapped his arms and legs around his husband and tried to absorb the man through every pore. There was nothing in him but the desire to be taken by this man.

And then, to take this man again.