I'm really just a mote of dust in the fathomless space of fanfiction, so it honestly amazes me that this story has received so much wonderful attention. I'd like to thank all of you for joining me on this Rivalshipping journey. (This sounds like a goodbye, but I promise you it isn't; I just wanted to take a moment to express my gratitude to all of you wonderful readers out there). Now, let's get on to Date Night Part 2!

Chapter Ten

When they crossed the threshold, the scent inundated Yugi's senses. Expensive perfume, designer cologne, the faint tang of wine-stained breaths. The soft, warm lighting faded into his limited vision. The low chatter of voices, murmuring in the comfortable air. The faint tinkling of champagne flutes.

"Where are we, Seto?" Yugi whispered, fingers curling tighter around the ones in his grasp.

Seto's voice was close to his ear, hot breath fanning on the cartilage, "We're at the theater, Yugi."

Yugi's lips parted softly, and he let Seto guide him farther into the building. His eyebrows drew up with confusion. He couldn't watch a play, or see an opera. What were they doing here?

Seto must've seen the confoundment on his face, because he chuckled, low, fondly. "We're going to listen to a performance by the Domino City Orchestra, Yugi."

And suddenly, Yugi's cheeks were hurting from his wide grin. "Really?"

Seto's thumb rubbed along his tenderly. "Yes. We have a private balcony. The best seats money can buy."

Yugi turned, wrapped himself around Seto's arm and laid his cheek on Seto's shoulder. "You're wonderful…" he murmured, and quickly let go when he realized how stiff the arm in his embrace had become.

That's right. Seto might not like too much PDA.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

But then a big hand was brushing his bangs from his face, fingertips lingering on the curves of his cheeks. The pad of a thumb skimmed his lower lip, and Yugi smiled softly.

"I thought you'd like it," Seto's voice was but a low rumble. "C'mon. Let's find our seats and get comfortable."

"Okay," Yugi whispered. And they were walking, shoes padding on carpet, the Doppler effect of voices passing by, group by group, and then stairs, lights dimming, a man asking them for their tickets and Seto silently flashing them.

"Yes, Mister Kaiba, right this way."

More steps, the light warm and dim and luxurious, velvety reds blurring in Yugi's vision, and then they were turning.

"Here are your seats. Would you like some wine or other refreshments?"

"Yugi?" Seto asked, thumb swiping along Yugi's again.

Yugi shook his head. "I'm fine."

"We're good for now." A pause, in which Yugi's elbow found Seto's ribs again. "Nf. Thank you." Feet fading away, fabric rustling and then settling. "Goddamn. What the fuck are your elbows made out of, Yugi?"

"If you would just use proper manners, you wouldn't have to worry about it," Yugi replied with no small amount of snarkiness.

Seto grumbled, and he guided Yugi around to sit. The cushions sank beneath his diminutive weight, and he leaned back slowly, felt the seat embrace his back.

"Soft," he commented quietly. He heard Seto sit next to him. Ever curious about his surroundings, he brushed his hands over the armrests. The one between him and Seto could be raised or lowered. He left it down for now. The one to the other side had a small pouch with a pamphlet tucked inside. "What's this?"

Seto shuffled around, thumbing through his own pamphlet. "A program. It has all the pieces they'll be playing in the order that they'll be playing, and special notes on each piece and the musical period they were composed in. Seems like they want the audience to read this to spare them from long speaker commentary."

Yugi squeezed Seto's hand lightly, and slowly leaned in to set his chin on the other man's arm. "How much time do we have before the performance starts?"

Seto lifted up their combined hands and curled his wrist in to check his watch. "About fifteen minutes."

Yugi nuzzled Seto's arm. That delightful scent filled his lungs and warmed all of his muscles. "Read it to me?"

The hand in his own was suddenly gone, and then it was on his shoulder and gently pushing him away. Yugi bit back a disappointed frown, but couldn't restrain his smile when the armrest was lifted away and Seto was dragging him closer, one lean arm draping around Yugi's shoulders. Yugi nestled deeper into Seto's side and rested a warm cheek on his expanding and contracting chest. He felt and heard Seto's rumbling chest as he quietly recited the words on the pamphlet. The hand on his arm gently stroked, and Yugi could feel it even through his suit jacket sleeve.

Seto read as much of the program as they could cover before the lights were dimming even more, and then the long tones of the orchestra tuning a quick minute before the concert began. There was no announcer; they dove right into the music.

Soft string music curled over the air and sank into the red velvety walls and into the ears of the audience.

Yugi's eyes fell closed, and he smiled softly.

Yugi was a warm, familiar, comfortable presence tucked into his side. Those vivid purple eyes were closed, and if Yugi's fingers weren't drumming softly where they were resting on Seto's knee, he would've thought the other man asleep.

In fact, Seto was paying more attention to his date than he was to the music at this point. When the tension in the music rose, so did Yugi's, his muscles tightening and stiffening under Seto's arm, his eyebrows drawing up and together and his lips pressing into a firm line. Yugi was a reflection of the music, thrumming with energy when the violins chirped and danced like birds, slumping when the tempo slowed and the cellos called softly through the theater. One piece was sweet and yearning, the violas crying tenderly, the bass a gentle sigh beneath, and Yugi nuzzled closer, his thumb stroking Seto's knee.

Seto didn't feel the affectionate smile on his lips, only felt Yugi's thick hair beneath his hand and between his fingers when he petted it slowly. A purring sigh, and Yugi melted further against him.

"Thank you," Yugi whispered.

Seto couldn't bring himself to answer, so he simply pressed his lips to the top of Yugi's head.

The intermission came about. "Do you want anything?" he asked Yugi quietly.

"Nnnn," Yugi hummed, straightening a moment to stretch. "No."

Seto frowned at the loss of warmth.

"Do you?" Yugi's voice was low and soft like the velvet on the walls.

I've got all I want right here.

"No, I'm fine."

Yugi chuckled. "Well, I hope you're not planning on getting up soon."

Seto parted his lips to speak, but Yugi was close again, resuming their previous positions, altered a little for greater comfort.

"You're the perfect height for this," Yugi murmured. "Forget all those expensive pillows. I've got the best one right here."

"Hey," Seto began in a mock-stern voice. "This pillow has a name. I don't like it when you objectify my body, Yugi."

Yugi giggled. "Sh, pillows aren't supposed to talk back."

"This pillow's about to kick your scrawny, pasty ass."

Yugi lifted up a finger and purposely missed Seto's lips when he drew it sloppily across Seto's face. "Shhhhhh." He patted Seto's cheeks. "You like my ass too much to kick it, anyway."

Seto grumbled playfully, though his face heated with a faint blush.

"Ah, see, no denial. I knew I have a great ass."

"You're a smartass, that's what you are."

"It's better than being a dumbass."

"Touche."

They laughed, and Seto pushed Yugi's cheek up with a single finger to steal a chaste kiss. Yugi sighed happily against his lips, and then he was settling, putting his cheek back on Seto's chest, this time a little closer to his collarbone, and they chatted quietly as they waited for the concert to continue.

Seto tilted his head back and let his eyes fall closed. Best date ever, by far.

"Hurry," Seto said as they stood up from their seats at the end of the concert. "We gotta get out of here."

"Why?" Yugi asked, a little languid from the late hour and from emotional exhaustion caused by stimulating music.

"There are people here that I know and I don't want to stop and talk to them, that's why," he growled lowly.

"Oh, so you wanted to show me off at the restaurant and now you're ashamed of me?" Yugi teased, but he did his best to descend the stairs with relative haste.

"You got it. Can't be caught dead with your pasty dweeb ass."

Yugi laughed, and the two managed to leave the building without incident. They climbed into the back of the limo (arranged in case Seto had decided to partake of the venue's wine), and relaxed against the fine leather seats. Yugi wriggled closer, and Seto didn't hesitate to take him under his arm again.

"All theatrics aside, I really enjoyed myself tonight," Yugi murmured, tenderly stroking the breast of Seto's jacket, and then arching up for a kiss.

"Good," Seto replied softly against Yugi's lips. "I did, too."

As the car began moving, they basked in the comfortable silence. Eventually, Yugi ended sitting sideways in Seto's lap, his head tucked beneath Seto's chin and his sleepy breaths puffing against Seto's neck. Seto stroked his hair, rubbed down his back gently as Yugi's breathing evened out and he went slack against Seto's chest.

Seto sighed, held one of Yugi's limp hands in his own. So small, so warm, so strong.

He shook his head at himself. He was a fucking idiot when he was younger. How could else could he have seen Yugi and thought him weak?

Yugi had wiggled under Seto's plated, icy armor and made himself a home there. And as Seto watched the city lights streak by through the window, all he could think about was how he enjoyed the warmth.

"Yugi," he murmured softly, petting those warm, smooth cheeks. "We're home."

Yugi's brows furrowed a moment, and he nuzzled sleepily into Seto's shoulder.

"Wake up," Seto said. "C'mon. We can't sleep in the limo."

Yugi stirred, but once again fell into tranquility. Seto frowned at that peaceful face. He shake Yugi, shout. But he couldn't bear to disturb his rest any more than he already had. So, with an eye roll, he scooted along the leather seats and carefully stepped out of the limo. Roland watched from where he stood holding the door open, all of his muscles tensed, ready to help at the slightest sign.

"Open the door for us, Roland." A phantom pain of Yugi's razor-blade elbow digging into his rib ghosted along his nerves, and he quickly added, "Please."

Roland gave a tight nod, "Of course, Master Kaiba."

"... Thank you."

And then they were crossing the threshold, and in the sitting room just off to the side of the entryway, sat Sugoroku Muto. He was reading a book in the light of an end table lamp, reading glasses sitting at the end of his nose. He looked up when Roland closed the door. Seto met his eyes and tensed - Yugi grumbling in protest in his arms - but the old man only smiled.

"He… fell asleep on the ride home," Seto explained awkwardly.

"I'm sure he had fun," Sugoroku said, and his violet eyes twinkled and Seto realized where Yugi had gotten it from.

"He did," Seto responded. And then there was awkward silence - mostly on Seto's part, since the old man had gone back to reading his book. So Seto walked away, Yugi still cuddled to his neck. Thankfully, his bedroom door was open, so he only had to walk through and gently set Yugi on the bed. He turned back to close the door, and went about changing into his sleepwear before he even started thinking about the feat of getting Yugi into his.

Clad in pajamas, he approached the curled figure on his bed.

"Yugi," he called softly, running a hand through the wild hair and pulling it free from its tie. "You're not going to sleep in that suit."

Yugi sighed sleepily, mumbling something, but he arched into Seto's touch with a happy hum.

Seto groaned, a little exasperated, but started to undo the buttons on Yugi's suit jacket anyway. "You better count yourself lucky I like you so much, brat."

"I do," Yugi murmured, barely coherent. "I'm the luckiest," he slurred.

"Jesus Christ. How am I supposed to stay mad at you when you say shit like that?" Seto hissed, mostly to himself as he manipulated Yugi's body to remove the jacket. He was limp like a doll, but he still made the occasional groan of protest when he didn't like his arms moved this way or his torso lifted at a certain angle. "Good fucking thing you didn't have any wine tonight."

"'M really tired," he mumbled back.

"No fucking shit, Captain Obvious."

Somehow, he managed to get Yugi down to his boxers and tucked beneath the covers. "That was a fucking debacle I don't want to repeat any time soon."

"Seto," Yugi called sleepily. "Cuddle me again."

"Just a damn minute. You're more demanding than I am." He flipped off the lights and slipped beneath the was snoring again by the time he draped an arm over him and dragged him into his chest.

But Seto was smiling softly, petting that hair again and listening to Yugi hum appreciatively in his sleep. "Seto…"

He dreamed of cellos and violins and Yugi's hand in his.

END PART

Ah, another short chapter. But I felt like this was a good place to stop before diving into more material. Also, I don't know if the genre Fluff Without Plot, or FWP, exists already, but, if it didn't, it does now.

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! See ya next time!