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Magic Touch

It was probably the best night of sleep the blonde had ever had. Waking up next to the most amazing person on the planet was a new thing for Joey.

He smiled at Yami, who slowly returned the gesture, blinking his eyes and sighing before closing them again blissfully.

"'Morning." Joey whispered.

"Good morning." Yami whispered back.

Yami sat up; stretching his arms out to touch at his toes. He was in a whole other world right now; completely forgetting about anything that had ever previously happened.

Joey got up and out of bed, peeking through the blinds and happy to find his dad's car gone. He turned back to Yami and gave him a thumbs-up, receiving a laugh from the boy in return.

"Are you hungry?" Joey asked.

Yami nodded.

"Quite a bit. I don't eat very much."

Joey eyed his stick-thin figure.

"Yeah, I can see that."

Yami smiled sarcastically, folding his arms and placing back on the robe he had worn from the previous night.

Joey grabbed his own robe from his closet and lead Yami downstairs.

Yami watched, amused, as the blonde fumbled through the cabinets.

"Well," He started "You're pretty much the richest family on the block and you can't find anything to eat?"

Joey stopped, turning around.

"I want to make us something special."

"Oh."

Yami sat himself down at the kitchen table.

"When did your father leave?"

Joey shrugged.

"Usually he leaves around 5, sometimes earlier."

"He doesn't pay much attention to you, does he?"

Joey shook his head.

"Not anymore. He works all the time. He doesn't have any time for me."

Yami frowned, laughing.

"I know how that feels."

Some silence passed as Joey began cracking eggs onto a frying pan.

When he pondered up the courage to ask the question, Yami spoke again.

"Do you think he'd be angry if he found out…well, that you were with another guy?"

Joey stopped.

"Yeah, most likely. But he never cares about me, so, why would he start now, you know?"

Yami nodded.

"I think my parents would be okay with it. Of course, that's not really an issue anymore."

"How long has it been since you've seen them?" Joey asked.

Yami shrugged.

"Don't know, don't care. I think I'm doing better on my own."

Joey scoffed.

"Right, on you own." He said sarcastically. "You're doing a great job?"

"What?"

Joey laughed.

"Come on, people who are doing well in life are addicted to sex, they're not addicted to drugs, and they don't have incurable STD's."

Yami crossed his arms.

"Well at least I didn't get the STD from actual sex, that's good, right?"

"Fantastic."

Yami flopped his hands against the table in frustration.

"Oh, now you want to fight with me?"

"You see? I told you you were temperamental."

Yami took a deep breath before letting it out.

"I am not!"

Joey eyed him funnily, shaking his head and turning back to his breakfast.

"Okay, maybe I am. But, I'm on medication, remember?"

Joey laughed to himself again.

"Oh, yes. Vicodin is wonderful medication. Where did you get that stuff anyway?"

Yami adjusted the tie of his robe, turning his back on Joey.

"Just…from some friends."

"Well, I suggest you get some new friends."

Yami stood up from the table, walking over to Joey and lovingly wrapping his arms around his waist.

"I already have one."

Joey smiled, turning off the stove and facing Yami, returning the hug.

"You're damn right, you do. And I'm going to get you better, I promise."

Yami pecked the blonde on the cheek; the two lovers rocking each other back and forth until Joey realized their breakfast was getting cold.

He sat a plate full of eggs and bacon down in front of Yami, who thanked him kindly.

Yami sighed in satisfaction.

"You know, I haven't had a real meal in so long."

"What do you usually eat?"

"Whatever the guys give me that I, well, you know, 'visit'."

Joey nodded in understanding.

"Right. The smoking doesn't help either, you know. It makes you lose weight. Why do you smoke anyway?"

Yami stroked his fork down his plate, pondering throughout his thoughts and misery.

"I started when I was 12 because some of the guys I went to school with were doing it in the bathroom and they asked me if I wanted to try it."

Joey chuckled.

"So much for standing up to peer pressure, huh?"

Yami nodded.

"It's harder than it looks, you know."

Joey finished his meal, picking up his napkin and cleaning his face.

"Today we're going to take care of some errands."

Yami cocked his head.

"Are we?"

Joey nodded.

"Yep. We're going down to the store and we're buying you some nicotine patches. Then we're going down to those stupid clubs of yours and you're going to quit you're job. And in a couple of days I want to get you down to the doctor and see what we can do about your weight."

Yami smiled.

"Thank you, Joey. That's incredibly sweet of you."

Joey smiled, leaning across the table to kiss his beloved boyfriend.

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