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Chapter Twenty-Six : Sharing

"You want me to do what?"

The week was steadily coming to a close, and with only one day until Atemu's mother arrived. Yugi made sure that everything was in perfect order for her arrival. He set out to scrub down the entire house, which was a task that had taken him an entire day to complete. He went shopping for food, new towels, and bed sheets -courtesy of Atemu's credit card. It was in the middle of the day when Atemu had pulled him aside, and sat him in the living to room to ask him a small favor.

He should have known that there was no such thing as a small favor coming from Ishigami Atemu.

"I want us to share a room until my mother leaves," Atemu repeated, with a sheepish grin on his lips. "It would be strange for lovers to sleep in separate bedrooms."

"Not really," Yugi countered, with a grin of his own. "There are some habits that lovers can't stand. For example, I can't stand the fact that you try to grope every time we get ready for bed at night."

"You are the first person that I have met who doesn't like to be groped by their lover." Atemu stated dryly. "And for good measure little one, any hot-blooded man or woman would love to be groped by me."

"There's that confidence that I love so much."

"It will only be for the duration for the day that she is here, little one." Atemu sunk into the seat beside him. "I promise that I will keep my hands to myself."

Yugi rolled his eyes in exasperation, "Fine, you better stay on your side of the bed then!"

"I can't promise that, little one." Atemu chuckled huskily. "And what if you are on top of me when we wake up?"

"I won't be," Yugi huffed. "I can promise you that."

Yugi jumped when he felt Atemu's breath against his cheek for a brief second before he felt full lips press against his skin. He shivered when the lips moved to his ear. "I really appreciate that you are doing this for me, little one."

"N-No problem!" Yugi squeaked out, he rose from the couch and gave the older man a shaky smile. "I'll…just get back to cleaning now."

Atemu watched with amusement as Yugi quickly scrambled out of the living room. His little one changed from a spitfire to extremely shy the moment the subject of sex appears. It honestly made him amazed, and amused to see such a reaction all of the time.

He would definitely have to up his teasing when his mother finally arrived.

Honda flipped the phone shut with a small smile pulling at his lips. He glanced up to see Jou staring at him with a eyebrow raised.

"What?"

"Who was that on your phone?" Jou pointed his chopsticks at the brunet suspiciously. "They've been texting you non-stop every since our lunch started. Who is it?"

Honda felt his face heat up. "It's no one! I don't ask what you and Seto are talking about." he quickly held up his hand when the blond opened his mouth. "Not that I want to know what you two are talking about or doing behind closed doors. That one time was enough to last for a lifetime."

It was Jou's turn to blush hotly, "I told you to knock! You just don't waltz into other peoples rooms if they have someone over."

"I did." Honda hissed, glancing around the outside restaurant to see if anyone was listening before continuing. "I. knocked. Four. Times."

"I told you that I didn't hear you." Jou crossed his arms and slouched in the chair. He bumped his feet against Honda's "Are you going to tell me who're texting now?"

"No,"

He felt slightly ashamed, and somewhat embarrassed to tell his best friend that it was Otogi on the other side of the phone. He told the raven-haired man that he wanted to take the relationship slowly. They had apologized to each other for their words, and said that they wanted to start over again. Which he was more than willing to do. But this time, he had put his foot down on the situation; he firmly told Otogi that he wanted no interaction between them except for texting and phone calls. Honda would make this relationship work even though he would remain celibate for months on end.

Honda's phone buzzed on the table again, and before he could reach for it, Jou snatched it away and flipped it open.

"I really enjoyed our conversation the other night," Jou recited slowly. "I can't wait until tonight."

Honda reached across the small table, and wrenched the slim phone out of tan hands all the while glaring at the blond. "Keep your nose out of my business, please!"

Jou shrugged, and picked his chopsticks up again. "You are my business, buddy. That isn't who I think it is, is it?"

"That depends on who you think it is," Honda deadpanned, pocketing his phone. He wouldn't make the mistake of leaving it out on the table again. "Have you talked to Yugi lately?"

Saying nothing of the subject change, Jou replied. "Yeah, talked to him the other day. He said something about Atemu's mother visiting tomorrow."

"Ishigami-san's mother?" both of Honda's eyebrow's shot up. "Little soon to be meeting the family isn't it?"

"You know about the whole thing with Vivian right?" when Honda nodded, Jou pressed on. "Well, Atemu's mother called to check up on him, and Yugi invited her over. So, both of them are scrambling to make sure everything is in perfect order. I doubt she knows about how their relationship got started in the first place."

"Hey," Honda started curiously. "Ever wonder where their relationship is going to go? I mean, how long it's going to last? They didn't start on the best terms."

"Neither did you with Otogi," Jou remarked, causing Honda to jerk in surprise. "You're still going strong aren't you?"

"I'm not talking to him-" he was cut off abruptly by Jou's howling laughter. Honda frowned when several of the other restaurant goers turned their way. He glared at him, and they quickly turned away. "Stop laughing! I'm not talking to him."

"Sure," Jou snorted, wiping the tears of laughter away. "Sure, you're not."

Wanting to prove the other man wrong -even though he was right- Honda crossed his arms, and gave the blond a challenging stare. "Prove it."

"Okay." Jou returned his stare with one of his own. "Of all the women and men that you have dated since I've known you; you have never, never glanced at your phone so much, nor have you fought so hard for a relationship. You, Hiroto Honda, are still in a relationship with Ryuuji Otogi, and you are in love with him at that."

"How do you know that I've never answered my phone so much? You barely paid attention to the previous relationships that I had-"

"That's because half of them weren't egotistical assholes."

"He's not a-" Honda shook his head. "Okay, maybe he is a egotistical asshole, but he can be really sweet when he wants to. What about Seto? He was a jackass when you two first met."

"I'm not denying that," Jou deadpanned. "Of course he was, as a matter of fact, he still is an egotistical, sarcastic asshole, but I love him to death."

"Of course," Honda chuckled. "Have you two considered getting married?"

Honda watched with fascination as Jou's whole body tensed, and a vivid blush came to the blonds' face.

"Y-you mean," Honda gasped sharply. "Are you two considering marriage? I was just joking dude!"

"H-He," Honda held in another sharp gasp as he watched Jou splutter and try to explain himself. "He has asked before, but I turned him down. We had just started dating…"

Honda leaned forward, his problems with his relationship with Otogi taking a back seat. "Has he given you any hint that he was about to ask again?"

"Yeah, he has. He's always caressing my ring finger whenever we're laying in bed together or just relaxing."

"Are you-" Jou quickly shook his head, cutting off what he was going to say next. "You're not?"

"Let's get off this subject, please? I want to talk about you and Otogi."

"There is nothing to talk about," Honda protested, with a nervous smile. "I'll admit that Otogi and I are talking again, but we are taking it really slow."

"That's good, and…the next time Seto ask me to marry him; I'm going to say yes."

To that statement; Honda could only respond with a full-toothed grin.

"Rehema is a lovely woman, and she is your mother. I don't see the problem with her coming to see you Atemu." Ryou turned, and glared at the three men chuckling in the background.

"You know how overbearing she can be Ryou." Atemu's voice came from the speaker phone. "Why couldn't Bakura or Marik handle this damned deal?"

"Oh stop whining!" Bakura barked out harshly, before letting a smirk pull at his lips. "Besides, if you need anyone to blame then blame Yugi."

"Bakura!" Ryou growled out. "No one is putting the blame on anyone! If you were visiting my father then you'd be saying the exact same thing Atemu is right now."

All of them could hear Atemu smooth laughter through the phone. "Has she departed yet?"

"She departed about two hours ago," Marik replied. "And to answer you earlier question, she wanted to take care of the deal herself because the owner of the company is an old friend of hers."

"I see, and my father? Have any of you spoken to him as of late?"

"Yes," Bakura chuckled heartily. "He told us to give you a message since he departed for France ; "Good luck my son, you're going to need it."

Ryou rolled his eyes, when other men the room roared with laughter. "It's okay Atemu, I'm sure you're mother is going to love Yugi."

"Of that I have no doubt. If she left two hours ago then it's only a matter of time before she goes. I will call you later."

Ryou pressed the end button before turning an icy glare over to other three occupants of the room. "Bakura, for that little fiasco we are going to pay father a visit this weekend."

"What!"

Yugi had finished preparations by sunset; closing the curtains in the living room, Yugi released a relieved sigh. He wanted Rehema to feel absolutely comfortable here, and he wanted no trace of Atemu's playboy behavior, even though he had a feeling that she mostly likely knew about it.

"Yugi?" he turned, and spotted Atemu standing on the last step of the stairs staring at him curiously. "Are you still setting everything up?"

"No," Yugi replied. "I'm done. I heard laughing up there. Who were you talking to?"

"Ryou, Bakura, Marik and Malik," Atemu stepped further into the living room and looked around. Everything had been dusted, polished, and slightly moved around. He didn't bother to tell Yugi that it was just his mother coming over because he knew that his little one wanted to make a good impression.

Atemu sat in the love seat, and patted the space beside him. "Are you ready to meet your mother-in-law?"

"She's not my mother-in-law," Yugi grunted out. "She's your mother, and I-"

"want to impress her," Atemu finished smoothly, ignoring the glare that the younger man sent his way. "Just be yourself little one, and you will do fine."

"Yeah, sure, I'm going to bed now."

"Now?" Atemu's tone was incredulous. "It's still early-"

"I'm tired," Yugi cut in, making his way to the stairway. "I've been moping, dusting, polishing, and washing all day long. The sooner I go to sleep, the sooner your mother will arrive."

"Very well, I moved your things into my room. I'll join you later."

"Oh joy," Yugi deadpanned, "You just make sure to keep your hands to yourself mister."

"I'll make sure to do that." Atemu drawled, watching Yugi disappear upstairs. He released a dark chuckle; this was certainly going to be a fun night.

Yugi woke up the next morning alone; he didn't know whether to be relieved or slightly put off. As promised, Atemu had kept his hands to himself, and slept on the other side of the bed. The both of them had talked themselves into exhaustion. Atemu had told him some of his childhood stories while he lived in Egypt while Yugi told Atemu about his own childhood, and the death of his parents.

The atmosphere had turned solemn after that, and Atemu had simply told him to rest and that they would discuss this further when they were more coherent. Yugi, slightly disappointed at the abrupt end of the discussion, had turned over and fallen into a fitful sleep.

He rose out of the bed, and quickly dressed slipping on a simple black shirt as he left the room. As he neared the stairway, he heard a melodic voice laughing, and Atemu's smooth, baritone voice loudly protesting about something.

His mother must be here.

Yugi slowly stepped down the stairs, and quickly plastered a smile on his face when he reached the living room.

"Good morning," he spoke clearly, alerting the other occupants in the room. Atemu beckoned him over with a wave of a hand, while the woman rose from her seat.

"Yugi," Atemu grabbed his shoulders. "This is my mother, Rehema Ishigami. Mother, this is my lover, Yugi Motou."

Rehema was a dark skinned woman with light crimson eyes, and long ebony hair that faded into magenta, blonde bangs framed her heart shaped face.

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Yugi-san." Rehema's voice was like the wind itself, soft, but could turn deadly in a heartbeat.

"It is nice too meet you as well, Rehema-san." Yugi shook the offered hand, "I hope that we will get to know each other during your stay."

Yugi couldn't help but shiver when Rehema gave him a wide smile, her crimson eyes shining with amusement and anticipation.

"There is no need to worry about that, Yugi. I'm sure we will get to know every aspect of each other."

A/N : I'm going to stop here! Rehema and Yugi have finally met! Are they going to bump heads or get along like BFF? *snort* Yeah right! That'll be so boring.

Ending Current Song : Humanity Prince of Egypt Soundtrack

Next Update : July 10th