Title: Early to Rise
Theme: 88 – Warning
Summary: "Last warning," Yugi said. "I'm giving you until the count of three. One… two…"
Rating: K+
Genre: General/Romance

Yugi fixed himself a cup down in the kitchen, then wandered back upstairs to the bedroom.

During his absence, Yami had proceeded to take over the rest of the bed, one tanned arm thrown across the sheets, head pressed deep into the pillow. The bedspread had tangled itself around his waist, leaving his bare back displayed clearly for anyone to see.

Yugi switched the mug to his other hand, balancing carefully, before reaching down to shake his shoulder. "Rise and shine, Yami. We need to open up the shop; Grandpa's out of town this week, remember?"

A groan. "Too early," Yugi managed to hear between the muffled words pressed against the pillow. "Come back later."

"Sorry, but that's not happening." Yugi put his fingers against Yami's skin, pressing gently in a soft poke against his ribs. Yami frowned a bit and swatted him; his hand closed around his wrist. Idly, his fingertips graced Yugi's pulse, lingering against the soft skin there. Yami pressed his face deeper into the pillow, wiggling closer.

"C'mon, seriously, Yami," he said. "Let's go."

"Urrghhh." His face arose from the depths of sleep and he looked up at Yugi, lashes dark over his eyes. His mouth was sleep-softened, the corners pouting. He tugged at his wrist. "Come back to bed. We've got enough time."

"No, Yami, wait a minute, we can't – "

"Oh, come on." An obvious tone suggested that Yami was grinning into the sheets. "How can you resist after that whole 'sacrifice my Afterlife to stay on Earth with you' thing?"

"Last warning," Yugi said. "I'm giving you until the count of three and then I'm going to pull those sheets off you. One. Two – "

A firm yank from Yami's arm pulled him down onto the bed with a yelp; Yugi held the mug high above his head. Yami threw an arm around his waist. "Whoopsy daisy."

Yugi sighed, smiling despite himself, and held the mug steady as he could as Yami gathered him to his chest, fingers twining into his clothing. The bed depressed with the new weight. "Careful," Yugi said. "Coffee's hot."

Progress: he lifted his head off the pillow. "Coffee?" He took a long whiff of that thick smell, mouth parting open. He wound himself closer to Yugi, rising up onto his elbow.

Yugi held the mug out of reach and Yami made a protesting noise in his throat. "That's right," he said, teasing it out. "And I've got a whole pot brewing downstairs, just for you."

Yami considered this, blinking slowly then frowning a bit; his eyebrows drew to a point. His cheek was wrinkled where he'd slept on it. "I see." He fell back against the pillows. "Wake me when it's fully brewed, please. Thank you."

"Oh, no." Yugi slipped out of his grasp, sliding down to the edge of the bed and rising off of it. Yami felt for him, fingers passing over the empty sheets. "If you want that coffee, you're coming with me."

Yami made himself comfortable, thinking. "Coffee first," he finally decided. "Then, whatever you like."

"Three," Yugi said, and yanked the covers free.

Words: 520
A/N: Yugi is more of the teenager in of the two, but I can only seeing Yami being a total lazy bum when it comes to waking up.