Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh

December 20

Atemu was sitting at his desk typing away at his computer while he was also on the phone with a the warehouse that he stores his products in and talking about what Bakura had, when he'd told Atemu about it this morning, called 'a shipping set back.'

"No, I'm not asking you to delay the shipment. You're lucky I'm not suing your shipping company for the damages and the profits lost due to your mistake. I want you to have another shipment ready to go TODAY!" Atemu snapped.

Apparently a negligent truck driver had been talking on his cellphone, not with blue tooth but outright talking and wasn't paying attention and almost missed a turn, so he jerked the wheel on icy roads and ended up overturning his truck.

It'd taken several hours to get a crew out there to take care of the damaged vehicle and get it towed back to base. And what was worse was that half the games that had been shipped ended up damaged in the accident and had to be thrown away.

Needless to say Atemu was not pleased. "If you don't find a way to get another shipment out today then I'm going to switch to a different shipping company." Atemu snapped before he slammed the phone down.

There was a knock on the door, "Enter." Atemu snapped.

In walked his secretary, "Mr. Sennen."

Atemu glanced away from his computer and glared at the girl, "What?"

The girl gulped, "Sir, you're needed in conference room two. Mr. Crawford has called an emergency video conference with you."

Atemu groaned before he got to his feet and began to head out of his office, "And the reason you didn't tell me about this sooner was?"

"Well sir I ah…" The girl stuttered while she tried to find an excuse.

Atemu just marched away from her and into the conference room, slamming the door behind him as a way of telling his secretary he didn't want her tailing after him like a lost puppy.

He then turned his attention onto the very annoyed looking Pegasus J. Crawford he could see on the video screen.

"My apologies for the delay Mr. Crawford, my secretary just informed me of this meeting. What seems to be the problem?" Atemu asked while taking a seat at the conference table.

"That's fine Mr. Sennen, now let us begin." Mr. Crawford said, beginning what promised to be a very VERY long meeting.

It was almost nine o'clock when Atemu walked into the house that night. His meeting with Pegasus had gone until well after 7 and he had still had to finish up some loose ends with the whole shipping fiasco before he'd been able to leave for the day. He pulled off his shoes and trudged into the living room plopping down on the couch in exhaustion.

His eyes had just slid closed before he jumped when he felt the couch dip down beside him.

"Hey Atemu, how was work?" Yami asked.

With a sigh Atemu opened his eyes and glanced over at his boyfriend before he replied, "Tiring, very tiring not to mention stressful."

Yami nodded before he got up off the couch and reached down grabbing Atemu's hand and tugging him up off the couch as well. Atemu was too tired to resist whatever it was Yami was up to.

Yami pulled Atemu into their bedroom and pushed him onto the bed. Atemu sat up and looked at his lover while Yami climbed onto Atemu's lap and pushed his suit jacket off Atemu's shoulders and began undoing Atemu's tie.

"Yami, I'm too tired too…" Atemu began.

Yami just chuckled, "I know you are Atemu and I wasn't even thinking of having sex. What I want to do is help you to relax." Yami said, pulling off Atemu's silk tie and setting it aside while he undid Atemu's shirt. As soon as he had Atemu's shirt unbuttoned he pulled it off and tossed it onto the floor. He then climbed off Atemu's lap.

"Lay down on your stomach baby." Yami said.

Atemu turned and plopped down onto his stomach and felt Yami's weight settling on his ass. He then groaned in pure bliss when he felt Yami's hands begin to massage his aching back, neck and shoulders.

"Oh god Yami." Atemu moaned.

Yami just chuckled as he continued with his massage. He wasn't a masseuse by any means and he'd have finished the backrub in probably less than ten minutes but he knew Atemu would appreciate the effort.

A few minutes later Yami's hands stilled and he laid down so he was lying directly on top of Atemu, his chest pressed to Atemu's back.

"Feel better Até?" Yami whispered.

Atemu turned his head so he was looking at Yami over his shoulder and nodded before he began to roll over. Yami got the message and climbed off of Atemu and instead just laid down beside him.

Atemu once the two were facing one another pressed his lips to Yami's which Yami readily returned. Once the two had broken apart Atemu began to sing, "On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me…a seven minute massage."

Yami pecked Atemu on the lips before adding, "Six lingering kisses."

Atemu pulled Yami back in for a deep passion filled kiss before whispering against Yami's lips, "Five hours of sex."

Yami nuzzled his face into the crook of Atemu's neck and mumbled, "Four tubs of ice cream."

"Three fainting relatives."

"Two hours skating." Yami added with a yawn.

"And a great, life changing piece of news." Atemu finished.

Yami just sighed in response as his eyes began to slide shut, Atemu just chuckled and wrapped an arm around Yami's body before he reached with his other hand over to his nightstand and turned on his alarm clock and off the light and the two fell asleep.