Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! is the creation of Kazuki Takahashi. Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo is the creation of Hirohiko Araki. This is a not-for-profit fanwork and I do not own any of these characters.

Dec. 10 - Clothes Swap

"Holy Jesus, what are you wearing?" Seto asked, gawking at his boyfriend as Yami stepped out of the closet with a huge grin on his face.

"You like?" The ex-spirit spun around to give his lover a full 360-degree view. He was wearing a black spider-webbed "top" that decorated his shoulders and upper chest, leaving nothing to the imagination, with little attached circles that disappeared down into the belt line, and purple pants that flared open at the ankle, with what appeared to be stylized coattails trailing behind.

Seto's jaw snapped shut. Yes, he knew it was Halloween, and yes, they were going to a club with their friends, and yes, he knew that Yami really, really loved dressing to ensure all eyes were on him. But all Seto could think was that he'd be spending the evening fending off Yami's suitors, as he often did when they went clubbing. He pushed that thought at Yami, and received a chuckle in return.

"I don't know why you're so surprised. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror?" Yami purred, leaning in close to grab a strap from the front of Seto's outfit to spin him slightly towards said mirror. He ran his hand slowly down the front of Seto's chest while looking over his shoulder at the reflection, admiring it.

The CEO shrugged. Sure the outfit Yami had chosen for him showed some skin, but the long black trench with crisscrossed straps on the chest and flared pants with thick horizontal black and white stripes were definitely more subdued than what the former pharaoh was wearing. If it wasn't for the fact that there was no shirt underneath and the pants were rather loud, it'd be close to normal attire for Seto.

"This is nothing compared to yours," Seto grumbled. "I still don't know why you have to be such a tease all the time."

"Only for you, Baby; you know that. It's Halloween - a good excuse as any to go all-out - and I want to go have fun with our friends. But most of all, with you." Yami hugged him, his mostly uncovered torso warm against Seto's bare abdomen, and suddenly the whole thing seemed that much more appealing.

Fantasies danced in Seto's head, of the two of them grinding against one another in a dark corner of the dance floor, of stumbling home at 1:00 AM slightly tipsy, stripping as they made their way up the stairs while Mokuba groaned and told them to get a room. Or why wait? He could call for a second limo to eliminate the issue of an audience, and just tackle Yami onto the seats in the rear.

Yami's smile was wicked. Even without Seto sharing his thoughts, Yami knew what that look in those blue eyes meant. "Besides, like you said, you're not going to let anyone get within 10 feet of me anyhow. So let them look."

"Except I get jealous of other people's eyeballs too," Seto admitted.

"I know. But I can't do anything about that, considering you complain if anyone even breathes in my direction. Why, just last week, didn't you scold a barista for asking if I wanted whip on my mocha?"

"It wasn't that she asked if you wanted whip or not. It was how she asked it."

Yami tried his best to copy what he'd remembered hearing. "Ahem. 'With whip, mister?'"

"Yes, just like that!"

"It wasn't like she was asking me to get kinky with her! It's just whipped cream!"

"Do you know all the things that can be done with whipped cream!?" Seto shot back. The thought of decorating Yami's ridiculous outfit with a web of whipped cream and other... substances, was very appealing indeed. Hmm, there's a 24-hour drive-thru coffee shop two exits away from the street the club's on...

Yami very slowly facepalmed, then began laughing. "We'll make sure to get some coffee on the way back, then."

Note: Yami's outfit inspired by Diavolo and Seto's by Risotto Nero, both from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo. Nothing said I had to swap Seto and Yami's outfits with one another : p