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Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's (c) Kazuki Takahashi

Yuusei was back in the Satellite, spending some time with Rally and the others and enduring their praise for winning the Fortune Cup with good grace. They were a little curious where he had been disappearing to every night for the past few weeks, but he avoided their questions deftly, all the while counting the time until he could chance the journey through the tunnel to the city, where Jack would be waiting for him.

Waiting with spread legs, he thought, biting his lip in anticipation, his mind filling with memories from last night and before that, to his previous visits. He dropped the tools he was holding and leaned against his Runner as he was lost to the pleasant recollections.

He couldn't really recall how it had started, couldn't pin down the look or the word that had led them to grabbing for each other with words spilling from their hearts and crushed between their hungry mouths. He only knew that he had jumped at it, all the yearning of their years apart suddenly and explosively realised in a hurried and crude grappling of flesh, that first time. But then, the next few times… Yuusei smiled to himself, a dull heat thudding through his blood. Now he couldn't believe they hadn't realised it sooner. And he couldn't imagine anything else, anyone else.

Rally peeked in around the makeshift doorway to Yuusei's 'garage'. The look on his friend's face took him aback a little, as he had never seen it before. Yuusei looked… almost smug in his contentment, like a cat stretching in the sunlight. His eyes were far away and glittering with some emotion Rally couldn't understand, knowing he was too young to recognise.

He had never seen Yuusei look so… happy. And he knew that if Yuusei hadn't been alone, that expression would never have appeared.

Rally made to creep away but scuffed against the wall, the slight sound making Yuusei jump, his expression shuttering down.

"Who is it?" He called uncertainly, sounding a little panicked, as if he'd been caught doing something illegal.

"Just me," Rally called, stepping out with a smile, resolving to let Yuusei keep his private moment private. "I wanted to see how your Runner was coming along, it looks great."

Yuusei smiled a little at him, relief flashing across his normally-impassive face for a second. He bent to pick up the dropped tools, looking vaguely embarrassed to have dropped them, and unobtrusively slipping two coils of metal into his pocket. "Sure thing, Rally. Look here…"

After an hour or two, Yuusei glanced up at the clock with a start. "Rally, I have to go…"

"Where do you keep going, Yuusei?" Rally asked curiously, not really expecting an answer; Yuusei had brushed them off enough times in the past few weeks for him not to be hopeful.

Yuusei looked down at his Runner pensively, tapping a wrench against his leg. "Rally, you mustn't tell anyone I've been leaving like this. Other than the other guys, I mean. It could be dangerous."

"You're going into the city, aren't you?" Rally said excitedly. "What are you doing there?"

"Things," he said evasively. "I like just being there."

"Aw come on, Yuusei, I won't tell anybody…" Rally wheedled. "Please?"

Yuusei set the wrench back on the workbench – better known as the floor – and sighed. "Scavenging better parts, Rally," he lied. "That's all."

Rally knew him too well to take that as truth, but decided to drop it; he could somehow feel that whatever Yuusei was hiding had something to do with how happy he had looked before. The older man looked at the clock again, hands twitching, and Rally took that as his cue.

"Don't get caught," Rally cautioned him, hopping off the Runner and scampering away.

About an hour later, Yuusei pulled into the back entrance of Jack's garage, where there weren't any lights or cameras, and secured his Runner in a dark bay, settling his helmet over the handlebars before taking the service stairs up to the penthouse suite.

His legs were trembling and a sheen of sweat covered his face and the palms of his hands by the time he got to the top, breathing laboured. He took a few moments to recover before stepping towards Jack's door, keeping his face averted and stepping in the shadows of the hallway.

Jack opened the door before Yuusei could knock, proving he'd been watching the hallway. They smiled at each other and Yuusei crept in, timing his movements to the blind spots of the cameras. Only when the door was locked again did they touch.

"You're late," Jack murmured between their lips as they kissed, arms tight around each other.

"It was Rally," Yuusei replied breathlessly, kissing him back with a fierce ache raging in his chest. It was always like this, this need to touch even if they had seen each other earlier in the day. It could not be ignored. "He wouldn't leave."

"Ah," Jack said, his lips curving in a relieved smile against Yuusei's. "I was beginning to think…"

"Of course I was coming," Yuusei said quickly, framing Jack's face in his hands and looking up into his eyes seriously. "Nothing short of injury could keep me away."

Jack's expression softened and he wordlessly pulled Yuusei into the bedroom, forgetting to draw the blinds.

Sometime later, clothed in naught but each other's arms with the sweat cooling on their limbs, Jack pillowed his cheek on Yuusei's chest, feeling the other man's arms come around him protectively, one hand lightly stroking his hair in a soothing rhythm.

"What's wrong?" Yuusei asked softly. They knew each other far too well not to know when the other was upset about something.

"Goodwin's getting suspicious," Jack said tiredly, curling up into Yuusei's hold. "He knows I've been seeing someone; he thinks it's some whore from the Satellite."

"I've been called worse things," Yuusei said in a half-hearted attempt at humour. It still made Jack smile.

"You're not anybody's whore, Yuusei," He smiled. "I just worry he's going to take drastic measures to find out who it is."

"There isn't any more risk than usual, is there?" Yuusei said seriously. "I mean, I know I'm tracked now, but they wouldn't think…"

"No, I don't see why they would," Jack agreed, kissing Yuusei's navel tenderly. "I think we'll just have to be extra careful." He chortled briefly. "Goodwin even told me to be careful to avoid a paternity scandal."

Yuusei laughed with him, the absurdity all too plain. Then, softly, with his arms tight around Jack, he said, "They'll find out eventually."

"I know," Jack murmured. "But not now." And with that he rolled onto his back, pulling Yuusei on top of him and sliding his long legs along Yuusei's own shorter ones. "For now… let's just forget them."

Yuusei chuckled darkly, deep blue eyes flashing in the low light as he kissed Jack's lips, soft and yielding under his own. Jack sighed happily and wrapped his legs around Yuusei's hips, raising a hand to stroke the mark on his cheek. He knew that Yuusei hated that mark, the mark that made him even more disconnected, but that he loved it when Jack touched it like that.

Sure enough, Yuusei plunged a hand into Jack's now-wild hair and parted his lips with ease, slipping inside with a tender passion. Jack had no idea why Yuusei liked it so much, and was too distracted by the heat of their bodies crushed together and the slow motions of Yuusei's tongue to care to ask at that moment. He wrapped his arms around the shorter man's waist, melting into his touch.

So what if the sponsors were angry? This moment, this night, this touch, were more than worth their aggravation.

Early the next morning, before Jack and Yuusei had even begun to stir, Lazar was receiving a shady-looking visitor in his home office.

"Well?" He demanded, irritable at this early hour. "Did you find anything?"

The visitor looked vaguely repulsed as he nodded. "It's quite a surprise, Mister Lazar. You'll have difficulty keeping this one from the media."

"Stop dancing around the issue and tell me," Lazar said wearily.

Instead the PI handed over an electronic notepad with a flashing file icon, filled with digital photographs. "Remind me never to do celebrity work again. I've seen more than enough tonight for the rest of my life."

Lazar wasn't listening, he was instead scrolling quickly through the photographs, shocked. They had obviously been taken from the building next to Jack's, and although clearly long-distance were very good quality, showing everything in mind-numbing detail.

The PI chuckled knowingly. "It's always the ones bursting with testosterone," he observed. "The ones you'd think would be babe-magnets."

Lazar sat down heavily, mouth open in shock as he dumbly flipped through them, seeing every kiss and touch and inch of skin exposed – and there was a lot of that. In some detached part of his mind he observed the reason for Jack's dishevelled appearance earlier; his lover apparently couldn't keep his hands off him, most especially his hair.

Finally he collapsed the screen, unable to look anymore and poured himself a generous glass of some sort of alcohol; in his shock he didn't care what it was, just that it made him feel less shaky and that it burned his throat.

He had known Jack and Yuusei had been spending time together regularly – Yuusei's mark had spelled out his movements in precise detail on the map – but he had thought they were reminiscing about old times, duelling, fighting… but he had never considered this. That they might be – could have ever possibly been – lovers.

The PI coughed significantly, breaking Lazar's reverie. Lazar tossed him a fat envelope of money and the PI scooped it up quickly.

"What a turnout, huh?" The PI grinned, shaking his head in disbelief and tucking the envelope into his pocket. "Who would've known… and you'd think the Master of Faster would want to be in control. Throws a whole new light on their duel at the Fortune Cup, doesn't it? Maybe Yuusei seduced him to lose the duel – or maybe he just loves submitting to the new Champion. Certainly seems that way."

"Quiet," Lazar said, pressing a hand over his eyes. "You've done well, now you must never tell anyone. No interviews, no juicy scoops. Keep your silence or I'll keep it for you."

The PI raised his hands. "Hey, I know the drill. Would I have lasted this long as a Private Investigator if I blabbed? Besides, I figure I can get more money for my silence than to break it."

Lazar looked at him sourly and tossed him another envelope, slightly thinner than the previous one. "I hate PIs," he grumbled.

"Whereas we just love you," the PI grinned, adding that envelope to the other. "I'll see you next month for the next instalment."

Lazar waved him away, keeping the electronic photographs though they sickened him.

"Now to break it to Goodwin that his favourite son has been tangling with the lab rat," Lazar sighed. He eyed the glass, then took another swallow. Sometimes you needed preparation, and he knew it was going to be one of those days already.