Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! is the creation of Kazuki Takahashi. This is a not-for-profit fanwork and I do not own any of these characters.

Dec. 4 - After Gym

Yami stepped off the treadmill, feeling invigorated. He had always enjoyed a good jog - outside was generally preferable, but on frosty winter mornings, inside was best. Especially since Sundays came with a view that couldn't be beat...

The former pharaoh was so very glad Mokuba had pushed through a new initiative to encourage Kaiba Corp. employees to take better care of their health. It was becoming a more common corporate perk for those who needed a little extra help in losing weight or dropping vices, or simply encouragement to get fit. And what better way to get employees to buy in than to have their CEO set an example for them?

In typical Seto Kaiba fashion, said CEO took to it quite seriously. And Yami wondered if it would be tacky of him to write "Thank You" on a cookie and send it to Mokuba's office or something. Not that Yami had ever had complaints about his boyfriend's physique or stamina, but even perfection could be just a little more... perfect.

"You're done?" Seto asked mid-crunch.

"Yeah, but no rush. I'll wait for you," Yami said, slinging his workout towel over his shoulder.

Seto grunted. "Almost done. One more set."

Yami tried to not drool as he watched the muscles in Seto's already taut abdomen flex and bunch with each sit up. He wanted to grate cheese on those abs, or just lick them all over, no cheese required.

As soon as Seto was done he got up, stretching. Yami's eyes tracked his shirt as it rode up a bit, giving him a glimpse of pale, sweat-slicked skin that traced the muscles beneath.

"Shower?" Seto asked, amused.

"Oh yes."

Seto chuckled. "Let's head up, then."

They walked out of the gym room, and Seto "naturally" fell in behind, so he could watch Yami's ass bunch and sway under the track shorts that Seto had specially ordered for him, with seams and contouring in different shades of dark gold and charcoal to accentuate every muscle. He wanted to nibble on that posterior. The shower would be the perfect place for it. He wanted to slap it too, and the stairs worked just fine for that as well.

"Hey!" Yami complained, rubbing his butt.

"Just keep walking, you're so slow."

"Not all of us have a giraffe's stride, you know," Yami said, giving his hind end a little wiggle.

Seto's eyebrow went up. Yami's grin broadened to match.

They both suddenly sprinted up the stairs, blowing by Noa and Mokuba, who were just about to head down.

"Sorry!" Yami yelled, struggling to block Seto from passing, but now that they were in the main second floor hallway, the space was just too wide to cover effectively. Seto surged past on his long legs but Yami grabbed him around the waist, effectively acting like an anchor. "We're... I'm..."

"Don't want to know!" Mokuba yelled back.

"Just remember to close the door!" Noa added, as the pair disappeared into their room.

"Well then, I guess breakfast isn't ready yet," said Mokuba with a yawn as the younger pair began their much more leisurely descent.