This is a little late but I still plan on doing something for every prompt and I hope I can catch up again :)

Shopping

Every once in a while Atem had his shopping attacks.

It usually happened up to four or five times a year. Not often, sure but when such an attack hit it was like he tried to compensate for all the years he wasn't able to go shopping.

Nothing was safe, not grocery stores, not drug stores, not jewelers, and most definitely notclothes stores. Shopping somehow brought out a self-destructive streak in him that didn't even show in the very first games Seto had played against him. It wasn't unusual for Atem to disappear for half the day too. It was like a therapy for him, strolling through the city or the mall like that and forgetting everything that bothered him for these few hours.

There was however one time he didn't come home after the shops had closed and Seto began to worry when he received a call from a very confused, very worried sales lady who had just discovered a fainted young man in one of her changing rooms and had found his number as an emergency contact. Turned out this dork had completely forgotten to eat and drink the whole day and had passed out in this cabin, in the middle of all his bags and purchases like the helpless, nerdy child he was deep inside. Seto had come to pick him up – literally – and hadn't let him near a store for the next months. Since that Atem was obliged to call or send texts regularly to ensure he was safe and hadn't passed out somewhere again.

And Atem alwaysbought something for Seto too. Just little things like a tie that matched the color of his eyes or drops in the shape of his Blue Eyes White Dragon – the variety was large. Although Seto didn't really like the things Atem brought him from his trips, he'd kept everything over the years, however ridiculous it was. It wasn't that he was particularly nostalgic or sentimental about those kind of things and really it took him quite some time to figure out and admit to himself why he kept them so safely stored in a box on top of his closet: It was for the sole reason that it was Atem who gave these things to him. Seto could even able to draw a connection to every stupid souvenir in this stupid box.

He would never tell Atem this of course and made surer to look as disapproving as he could when he announced his traditional after-shopping-fashion-parade. The small man had come home from a nine hour shopping trip and couldn't wait to show Seto all he had bought this time. Judging from the time it had took him to buy all of this Seto assumed this could take a good while and he mentally prepared himself for the worst.

But when he stepped into the living room with his first new outfit Seto could only stare at him wide-eyed and with an open mouth and Atem grinned. "It's nice, isn't it?"

Nice was a total understatement – Atem looked gorgeous in these new skintight, dark green pants with a thick, golden lacing at the sides that let enough room to see some of his caramel skin and a matching shirt with color gradient that had the same green color at the bottom and turned into pure gold from the chest onward and made his eyes shine.

He cleared his throat subtly and put on a smug facade. "Looks good on you but I'm sure…"

"If you say it'd look better on the bedroom floor now I swear I will…"

"Put it there immediately?"

Atem's gaze and voice darkened dangerously. "I have a few more outfits to go and only if you behave until then can we talk about it."

Seto only snorted. "We've never been good at talking."

"That's why you should just shut up and admire my next outfits silently." He said and then retreated back into their bedroom.

"You should know by now that I never shut up."

Atem didn't respond and just continued with his parade while Seto admitted silently that he really had an eye for these things. His clothes always fit him perfectly. (Although in Seto's opinion he looked best in nothing at all but that's another story…). He made sure to never stop his teasing during Atem's little show but realized too late that he only prolonged it thereby.

So when Atem went back to their bed room for the seventh time he threw his head back, breathed out heavily and then lied down on the couch completely. What did he even do to deserve this torture?

"Oww, did I wear you out already?" He heard Atem say but didn't bother to look up and just shrugged his shoulders. "You haven't even seen the best one yet."

"If it involves clothes it can't be the best outfit you ha…" He stopped abruptly when Atem suddenly stood before him, his hands behind his back and a bright, mischievous smile on his face. He wore a light blue shirt with a dark blue heart on it and the writing I love dragons with a Blue Eyes White Dragon forming the heart. "What the…"

Atem laughed and knelt beside the couch to be on eyelevel with Seto. "What do you think?"

"I'm not sure…" Seto admitted and took a closer look at the shirt and Atem, at the Blue Eyes surrounded by the blue heart and made a decision. He locked his gaze with Atem's and pulled him closer at the collar until his breath tickled Atem's lips. "But you will not wear this shirt outside of here, you understand me."

"So you like it?"

"Hm." Was all he responded to that before he pulled Atem in for a hard kiss on the lips and grinned at him when he let go again after a while. "It's quite audacious of you to wear something like this. Don't you think I should have it?"

Atem only chuckled at that and kissed his cheek before he untangled his hands from his back and held out another shirt right before Seto's face.

This one was a dark violet color, Dark Magician's rod printed in the middle with glitter around it and a text that said I believe in magic.

For the second time that day Seto could only stare open-mouthed at what he saw but this time it was pure consternation. Atem couldn't possibly be serious…!

"They match!" He exclaimed happily, his bright smile telling Seto that he was dead serious and all he was able to do was groan loudly as he got up from the couch.

"Okay, that's it. I want a divorce."