Author's Rant: Humor. Smut. Fluff. No drama. You've been warned. Enjoy! ^_^

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Aftermath

"Sss, fuck," the clock on the nightstand glimmered a red 3:29 a.m. Yugi turned his head into his pillow, grunting. He was groggy. And his ass hurt like hell. Oh, yeah. That did happen last night, didn't it? Yugi smiled smugly, eyes blissfully shut as his arms slid over the warm bodies he'd expected to cuddly up against. When all he felt were the crisp, cold sheets, Yugi's eyes shot up and his head rose, circling the dark room in a hurry.

Panic set into his chest, his heartbeat shattering records. He propelled himself into an upright position, the comforter set pooling around his waist as he gave the pitch-black room another look around. His movement had been too sudden though. The stretch and tear of his anal violently roared like a sparked fuse to a long line of fuel, starting from his ass and racing up his spine. Yugi's back bowed, hissing from the soreness.

Dry, crustiness flaked between his legs. Yugi patted his hand between his legs and cautiously slid his finger higher. Two fingers returned smeared in dry cum and blood. They must have been rougher than he thought. Yugi's jaw tightened as he speared the empty spaces next to him with distasteful glares. Not that he anticipated a totally romantic morning, but what did he expect? Maybe at least one of them to have been when he woke up so that he didn't feel like some tossed condom? This feeling sucked.

Eyes narrowing, Yugi climbed off the bed and immediately regretted it when his feet tried to support his weight. His knees buckled and gave way. He fell backwards on the mattress, teeth clenched hard when the surge of pain renewed itself from the fall. He cupped his hand over his mouth to halt the unmanly shriek and took several, shuddering breaths.

Deciding to try a safer approach, Yugi smacked his forehead and leaned over to flick on one of the lamps on the nightstand. Golden light flared from the blue shade, flushing the room nice and bright. His pupils dilated, adjusting to the change, peeking here and there at his surroundings as if seeing them for the first time. When Yugi was sure he could bare the lighting, he checked the floor for a small ray of hope that their clothes would still be there.

No. Not even his clothes were on the floor. Yugi leaned back, blowing out disgruntledly as his back hit the hit board. His clothes were missing too. So, maybe they hadn't left him here, right? Last night had to have meant something. They were too emotionally invested in this for it to be some mere one-time-episode.

Yugi didn't know. There was never a way to tell with those two. Curling his legs to his chest, Yugi prepared himself for the most dangerous part of sex: the aftermath. The aftermath when neither of your lovers were in bed with you. His tongue swelled in his mouth and this brambly feeling was tickling the back of his throat.

He sniffled one good time to stop his nose from running as he swiped at his eyes. "So stupid," he chided at himself for being weak. Maybe he should call someone to pick him up. Not Tristan. No doubt, the brunet was still upset about his and Yugi's last encounter. And Yugi couldn't call his grandfather. The man had no idea that Yugi had stunk out of the house to get here.

Speaking of which—Yugi blinked his watery eyes and looked on the floor again—his pants were gone. His cell phone was in his pocket, wasn't it? Where were his clothes anyway? Pushed under the bed? He leaned over and checked. No, they weren't.

Yugi sniffled again. He needed some tissue. Trying once again, Yugi carefully swung his legs over the bed's edge and braced himself. Slowly, he pushed his weight up and wobbly straightened. Pain erupted again, he was ready for it and grabbed on the nightstand in a hurry. He used it as his crutch to get himself to the bathroom. Naked and skin rising with goose bumps from the air conditioning, Yugi made his way to the bathroom, mentally imagining what it'd feel like to have beads of hot water massaging his achy muscles.

Suddenly, Yugi's entire body froze as if he were chilled to the bone. His hand was grasped around the doorknob, but he couldn't turn it because his head was snapped to the door. He heard voices talking in the hall. Relief and anxiety crackled in his body like firecrackers and then to explode above it all was horror.

Think. Move. Run. Hurry. His mind screamed in tattered words. Yugi's wide eyes darted at the bed, then at the bathroom and before he could give it a second thought, he limped back to the bed and dove beneath the sheets, fire rushing up his ass for the stupid move, but gratefully he was safe. He pulled the comforter around his head and pretended to be sleep.

Just in time too. The bedroom door quickly swished across the plush carpet when Atem's baritone came mumbling in. Yugi softly snuggled into his pillow and closed his eyes tight. He heard a pause at the door and wondered what happened. Some soft padding sounds and some chewing noises, were all he could make out.

Atem bit off a piece his strawberry twizzler as he thumbed through Yugi's contact list. "Who the fuck is, Trent?"

Yami checked the screen. "Hell if I know."

Atem shrugged. "Delete. Now, who's this? Some chick named Becky?"

"Probably short for Rebecca."

"Nope, bitches with nicknames mean they have seniority. Delete."

Yugi secretly blanched. Were these idiots actually going through his phone?

"You know he's gonna be pissed about you deleting his contacts."

"Ask if I give a damn. If it sound like a dick number, it must be a dick number, so they gotta go. 'Sides there should only be two men in here and that's mine and yours. And his granddaddy too. See that? Some cat name Darius. That sounds like a come-fuck-me name. De-lete."

Yami put the brown paper bag of goods on the dresser. His teeth were lazily winding around a handful of skittles he popped in his mouth from earlier. Atem sat on the edge of the bed after shedding his blue hoodie and grey jeans, to lounge in nothing but a white tall tee and yellow boxer briefs. His eyes were busily scanning over the contents of Yugi's phone, while Yami scoured the innards of their purchases for their drinks, snacks, and a plastic bag of chronic they scored and a stack of Dutch wrappers down the street from a grunt.

"Who's Tristan?"

Yami thought a moment. "Leave that one. S' his best friend."

Atem cocked an eyebrow and lifted his chin at that name. "Uh-huh, I'll save his number in my phone in case I see 'em lurking around baby boy's house." And Atem did just that. He locked this Tristan person's name in his cell and stored it away for safekeeping, along with Yugi's grandfather. Then he returned to the business at hand. "Lemme see. . . Coach, he can keep. Devonte, hell no, he cannot keep. Stephanie, he can keep . . . nah, he can't keep that. Pussy is competition too. Duke Devlin— the fuckin' ass—de-fuckin'-lete. . . The fuck? This one doesn't even have a name. I think not. Delete. In fact, all numbers without a name. Delete. Won't be any late night fucks now. That ass is owned."

Yami finished fishing out what he wanted and took up residence on the other side of the bed, sitting near Yugi's head. He tugged off his long-sleeve burgundy Henley shirt and tugged his jeans around his hips. The goods were divided between him and Atem, such as the gas station sub sandwiches—roast beef, and turkey—, bottles of strawberry, orange and grape Fanta, and the sticky green.

Atem took five more numbers off Yugi's phone before he was satisfied and placed it on the nightstand next to him. He looked at Yami. The red eyes leader was in the zone, mixing the marijuana with hashish.

He was in the middle of wrapping it when Atem said, "Gimme your phone."

"Fuck you," Yami answered without missing a beat. He made a roach out a piece of index card and proceeded to dumb a good load of chronic on the dutch. Yami finally looked at Atem, aware of the sour glare he was receiving and you know what, he could give three shits. He tucked the roach in and licked the sticky strip without breaking eye contact. "Don't touch my phone," he said, twisting the ends. "I mean it. You touch my shit, I'll shoot your hands off."

"You have something to hide?" Atem shot over, holding out his hand.

Yami placed the finished joint in the awaiting palm. "I'm grown. I'll have A-Pimp-Name-Slick-Back in my phone if I want. Lemme check your phone."

"Hell no."

"Alright then."

"Cool."

"Fine."

Yami fidgeted. "OK."

"Sho' nuff." Atem lit the blunt, definitely annoyed.

Yami rolled his eyes. "Pussy."

"Fuck you."

Always trying to have the last word. Not this time. Yami leaned on the headboard. "Fuck you."

"Shut up."

"You shut up."

Atem's eyebrow twitched. "You trippin'."

"Because I won't give you my phone? Gimme yours and we'll make it even."

Atem seemed to consider it for a split second before shaking it off. He pulled the burning flavor on his tongue and rolled it around before releasing it through his nostrils. Already, the amplifying effects were tingling his senses. He chuckled. "Hell no." he held out the smoke.

Yami snatched it. "That's what I thought, jealous ass." He inhaled and relaxed, the effects suddenly dawning on him too. His thumb scratched down his forehead. "You've always been like that, never wanting anyone to be around me." He mumbled before hitting the end again.

"That's cause I don't like to share. I staked claim on what's mine for a reason. Don't act all innocent though," Atem chuckled when the hit was returned. "I remember you gettin' pissed when you found out I fucked Mai. Damn, she had some good pussy too. Felt like I was fuckin' a furnace."

"I bet it did. You couldn't piss straight for a month."

Atem gawked. "That was a UTI! You came with me to the clinic when the doctor said so. I would've hung that broad by her tongue if she burnt me."

Yami shrugged. "Doesn't matter. I got my revenge."

"That shit wasn't cool either. I fucked a friend. You fucked family. I damn near ripped a hole in Shada's head when you told me that. Tsk, bald headed ass motherfucka'. He was smart to take his ass back to Egypt."

Yami snickered. He took the joint back and pressed it to his lips, eyes closing as the hypnotic influence poured and clung to him like candle wax. Silence enveloped the room, occasionally broken by the sizzle of burning herbs. It carried on too long for Atem's tastes. He reached in the drawers and found a mini remote. The stereo system in the corner lit up. 'Look into My Eyes' by Bone Thugs-N-Harmony started floating from the speakers.

Yami took the remote. "Can't understand that shit." He flipped through the selections, until landing on a bit of old school. Mariah's soothing, sweet vocals starting purring the lyrics of Honey. "Hell yeah."

It took a moment for the drugging melody to sink into Atem before he started bobbing his head to the beat. "I can get with this. Tryin' to set the mood, Young Blood?"

Yami smirked and passed the blunt over.

"Careful, I caught my second wind." Atem winked as he accepted the drug. "I might wear your ass out."

"Viagra's in the bottom drawer," Yami cheekily informed.

Atem paused and shot a nasty look. "Didn't sound I needed Viagra to have you screamin' 'faster Atem, faster.'"

Yami flipped him off. Atem blew him an air kiss. They settled into a new quiet, passing the smoke between them and simply listening to the song's shoulder bouncing rhythm. Yami's eyes closed, chest rising and falling evenly, not quite asleep, but in a daze.

"You know, he reminds me of this song." Atem mumbled unexpectedly as the final remnants of the weed fumes floated in the misty room.

Yami answered without opening his eyes. "Yugi's sweet as honey? Is that what you're saying?"

"Nah, worse." Atem put the blunt end on the nightstand and sat back, looking up at the ceiling. "One hit of your love addicted me. Now I'm strung out on you darling. Don't you see. Every night and day, I can hardly wait for another taste of honey. Honey I can't describe. How good it feels inside. Honey I can't describe. How good it feels inside." Atem softly sung along, rubbing his thumb over the bridge of his nose. He'd blame the chronic on making him feel all fuzzy and shit later, but Yami would see right through that.

Yami sunk low on the bed until he was flat on his back. He turned his head. Half of Yugi's head was visible, his eyelids hiding away those expressive bright eyes of his. Yeah, yeah, Yami could see how this song related to him. One look, one taste and all you wanted to do was keep the boy for yourself. Just like honey. Yami lifted his hand to brush aside the frizzy blond bangs sticking out over the youth's brow.

"Yeah," he voiced quietly, fingers lingering over the teen's closed eyes. "Addictive." So damn addictive, in fact, it was downright terrifying. Yami's brow furrowed as he tried to visualize a time he hadn't wanted to be near Yugi. It was hard. Very hard. Even around that time he'd shot him, that'd only been because someone else was close to him.

"You know, I don't think I had a nut like that in a while. The shit was explosive last night."

Yami looked at him skeptically.

"Nah, I'm serious. I can't remember the last time I had sex that good." When Yami didn't confirm it, Atem chuckled and thump his lover on the shoulder. "Quit frontin' and admit it, Yami. That was the best fuck we had in years."

"Don't say years. You make us sound old."

"Yeah, well, a long time then."

Silence, then Yami smirked. "It was good."

"Ha, I know. Might wanna go again soon." Atem leaned over and pressed his nose into Yugi's neck. He inhaled and sighed, neatly nuzzling his lips over the baby smooth skin. "Damn, he smells good." He sniffed again. "What is that?"

Yami moved him aside and pressed his nose in too. He was right. Yugi smelled real good. Kind of like musky dove soap and Jergen's lotion. "Shit." He liked that smell. The more he took in, the harder Yami nudged his nose into Yugi's throat.

Atem had his nose probing at the back of Yugi's neck when he heard it; a distinct and carefully disguised giggle muffled by the sheets. He jerked back as if something thumped his nose, frowning. Oh yeah, he forgot. Atem looked up. The lamp was on when they came in. It took one knowing look from Yami before he ducked beneath the sheets.

Atem took the lead up top. Where his nose had been, he started to tenderly lap at with his tongue. Neatly, delicate flicks bathed Yugi's neck, each flick starting at the base of his neck and ending at his hairline. Atem shuddered. That strange scent was pouring off Yugi in throes now, much heavier and sweeter, like some airy sugar mixed with salt. It taste so good, he craved the new flavor in his mouth like a man who hadn't had a drink in weeks. His teeth joined in the foreplay, nipping and tucking tufts of skin between his lips to suckle. It taste so good, so damn good.

Yugi's breath hitched something akin to a weak moan.

The underlying flavor secreting from Yugi's pores was delicious. Atem felt like a starved dog as he ran his tongue over the smooth surface again and again, because the sensations tingled in his mouth like static electricity. "Fuckin' hell, boy," Atem breathed out. It was indescribable, this feeling, this taste. Atem sucked hard on that same part of Yugi's neck until it bruised a dark purplish red.

His hormones were raging. Now, his mouth closed around the shell of Yugi's ear, at first, placing warm kisses there, until he pulled it between his teeth. Whether Yugi was pretending to sleep or not, he could pretend, he wasn't aroused.

Down below, Yami found what he was looking for Yugi's dick gradually awaking from Atem's stimulations. Yami had probably noticed it first when they came in that the lamp was on. They'd only been gone an hour, but neither of the bed had left the lamp out or the sheets so messy. They looked like Yugi took a nosedive at the last minute to save face.

Yami grasped the bobbing erection in his hand. Yugi was already hard as a block of concrete. Yami rubbed the head around his mouth tauntingly making it feel the hot breeze of his breath. The nut sack shriveled like a raisin, pulsing like a vein. With the hand not holding his dick, Yami fondled Yugi's sack, kneading them gently with his fingers. Yugi buckled, legs flexing out a mile long and curling back in. Then Yami was putting his mouth where his hand had been, all over his nut sack, sucking, nipping and licking, tugging the loose flesh into his mouth.

"Ah!"

Yeah, he's awake now.

Yami's humming laugh vibrated around Yugi's balls. Yami sucked them into his mouth, kissing them, licking them all over and his forehead bumping Yugi's erection. The youth was a fidgeting mess as he ran his fingers through Yami's hair, fingertips digging to the scalp. His legs were flexing and bending in an awkward frenzy. Yami kept touching him, working his mouth like a pro, sucking one ball into his mouth, then exchanging the wet pleasure for the other. He let the skin fall just so a hint of it was between his lips, sucked it and drew it back in for Yugi to feel the pressure. The hanging piece of skin got treated with long, hard suckles, and soaking wet strokes of Yami's tongue. Then the entire sack would be swallowed into Yami's mouth to where his nose was buried deep into the balls.

"Ah, Ya-mi, God, I-I just ca—ah," Yugi let out a feverish whimper. "Fuck, it's so good. Please, don't stop, please!"

Yami hadn't planned to. The moment of truth came when he brought his mouth on the head and sucked it hard. So hard, as if he were trying to suck Yugi's bones from his body. Yugi shouted, hands clamping like claws in Yami's hair.

Atem's moist lips pressed into Yugi's ear. "Yami sucks good dick, doesn't he?" He dipped his tongue in the teen's ear.

Yugi's eyes rolled to the back of his head. "Yes, he—yes!"

Atem could barely contain the heavy meat bouncing in his boxers, which had his hips urgently grinding the crease of Yugi's ass cheeks. "I wanna fuck you so bad," he whispered, washing Yugi's ear with his tongue. "You gonna let me? Huh, baby boy, you gonna let me fuck you good?"

Yugi's face smashed into the pillows, humming like a tuning fork.

Sometime in the background, the soundtrack must have switched tunes. Twenty-four/Seven by Kevon Edmonds sweetly stirred from the back of the room, sultry and slow. It changed the motion of their bodies, gradually grinding them down. Yugi sighed wantonly into the pillow. His hands pulled Yami away from his sucking. Yugi wasn't ready to cum yet. There was something he wanted to see first.

Yami emerged, frowning at the interruption. Yugi cupped his hands around his face and pulled him to kiss, slow, smooth and perfect. Yami stiffened, stun to his core. He melted as the strings around his heart plucked like a harp. This was a bit different . . . more soothing. Yugi licked his bottom lip, skated over his teeth and pulled away, smiling shyly.

Yugi reached over his neck, poking Atem's cheek. The dark skin man lifted his head. Yugi lean him over and kissed him much the same as he did Yami, just as soft and gentle and meaningful. Atem's eyes were wide open, an unidentifiable warmth growing in his chest. His mind became muggy, lost and then clear. His breathing slowed as he molded into Yugi's lips and welcomed the sweet kiss.

Yugi broke the kiss. He smiled and pressed the gang leaders to the center, facing each other above his head. The message was clear. Atem looked at Yami. Yami looked at Atem. There wasn't as much hesitation as when they kissed before. Instincts drew them together like magnets and as one, they moved in, bracing for that age-old connection.

Yami's nerve endings boiled to the surface of his skin like gazers. He remembered a kiss just like this one. At the pier, maybe ten years ago. Yeah, just like this. Atem's tongue would roamed inside his mouth, coil around Yami's tongue and toil with him as if not wanting to miss out on all Yami had to offer. A refreshing, cool and heated moment passed. Atem reached out to pinch Yami's chin, getting that needed space to dip his tongue in deeper. Yami welcomed the intrusion, and wrapped his fingers around the hand holding his chin. Their heads bobbed, swaying in sync, from side to side. Yami secretly missed this connection; the way Atem would kiss him like a thirsty man only looking for one source to quench his thirst.

They parted with hooded eyes. Yami realized his cheeks were warm, probably from blushing and was gratified to see Atem's face in the same predicament.

"Hey."

The two looked down.

Yugi turned on his stomach. The sheets fell short of his ass cheeks, a hint of the crease visible and taunting. "I'm ready," he whispered.

It was surprise to them all when Atem shook his head and sat up against the headboard. He was getting soft as hell. "No," he grunted, pulling Yugi into his arms. He reached out for Yami's hand and squeezed it.

Yugi blinked confused, a bit horny still and when he looked up, it gave him pause. Atem had a bizarre, serene expression that was so unreal, Yugi wouldn't dare disturb it with a question. He simply laid his head on Atem's chest, interlaced his fingers with Yami's free hand, and contently closed his eyes. He fell asleep moments later.

Yami stayed awake the rest of the early morning with Atem, his unanswered question answered hours later.

"I'm too happy to fuck."

Yugi didn't wake to silence in the house this time. The digital clock read well passed the afternoon. He stretched out his limbs and squinted around the bedroom washed in sunshine. Pots were clicking and clanking coming from the kitchen. Yugi still felt sore between his legs. He inch wormed to the side of the bed, stood and wobbled to the bathroom. A shower was needed.

Extra, unopened toothbrushes were under the sink. Washrags and towels hung on handle bars near the walk-in shower stall. There must have been over a dozen different kinds of body wash to choose from, for men and women. Shampoos, conditioners and combination bottles were set to the side in some kind of order. Yugi picked out a Men's Irish Spring Intensify, Women's Orange Blossom and a lavender/vanilla scented combo bottle with shampoo and conditioner for his hair.

The water ran hot for a minute while he brushed his teeth—almost as if this were routine for him to do every day. Yugi spat in the sink, wiped the fog off the mirror and stared at himself. There was no denying the flush in his cheeks. He was positively glowing. He slyly smirked and winked at his reflection before stepping beneath the spraying hose. He let it wash over him, and relaxed. Everything was washed and scrubbed clean. His hair he took his time running his fingers through, and scratching at his scalp.

It wasn't long before he left the bathroom feeling invigorated. This place had everything, including wide toothed brushes. He brushed his hair back to hand around his shoulders and went about looking for something to wear. Atem and Yami wouldn't care if he borrowed some of their clothes right? Yami went through the drawers and found a pair of silk black boxers and a grey wife beater. It'll do for now.

Buzz. Buzz.

Yugi glanced behind him. His cell phone was lighting up. His eyes widened in panic. "Oh damn!" He circled around the bed and snatched it up. He pressed answer. "Hello, hello, hello!"

"Yugi, where the devil are you?" Grandpa's voice boomed so loud, Yugi pulled the phone away to save his eardrums. "I wake up early to greet you and I find your bed empty? Don't you dare say you were at Tristan's house! I called his mother and she said she hadn't seen you! You've got some explaining to do young man!"

"I know, I'm sorry, Grandpa. I shouldn't have left without letting you know."

"Where are you, Yugi Samuel Muto!"

"Um," Yugi hesitated. "At a friend's house."

"Friend, who? What friend? I need more than that son. Give me details."

Details? Yugi blushed. "I'd rather not."

Grandpa went silent. Then he caught on quickly. "Oh! That kind of friend. Young man, how many times must we have this talk? If you're going to go out partying and swinging your pecker every which a way, you should warn your grandpa ahead of time. I'm too old to be taking care of babies. If you must get your stuff wet, I have some condoms sitting in the attic upstairs that haven't expired—"

Yugi gasped. "Grandpa, really? I know I'm supposed to use condoms!"

"Are you sure I don't need to talk to some young girl's mother? . . . Goodness boy, you're not out there hanging around with men are you?"

Yugi's face grew hot. There was no way he could lie.

"Lord, keep me near the cross, my grandson's gonna come home pregnant—"

"Grandpa, I'm a boy!" Yugi slapped a hand over his face. "Listen, I'll be home later today, OK? We can talk then."

"Don't try to rush me off the phone because you're hot in the britches. Who is this young man? Do I know him? I demand to know who his parents are!"

"Good bye, Grandpa!" Yugi hung up the phone. He'd take whatever punishment awaited him over dealing with that. Putting his phone back on the nightstand, Yugi dragged his hands over his damp hair and stood to see what the commotion was in the kitchen.

"You promise to be good and apologize to Cousin Seth for being bad?"

Atem didn't know about all that, but he'd indulge his little girl. "Sure, baby girl, Daddy will see."

She sighed over the phone. "No Daddy, you don't see, you do. Cousin Malik said people can see anything, they don't do everything."

"Daddy said he'd see, Ms. Smart Mouth. Why are you giving me a hard time?"

"'Cause Cousin Isis said to give you a hard time for disappearing without permission," Kisara recited obediently. "And she said if you don't call her later today, she's gonna pop your head off your shoulders."

Atem twisted his lips to the side. "Yeah, right anyway. How are you doin'? You miss Daddy?" He switched his cell phone to his other ear to keep it from falling into the frying pan.

He came into the kitchen, itching to cook something and just went to town. First it was bacon, then scrambled eggs, honey butter biscuits from a can, butter grits, toast with grape jelly, sliced hot sausages, and cinnamon oatmeal for Yami since he hated grits. Yami was sitting at the dinner table, eating his plate of food, stacked high with everything, but the blueberry pancakes Atem was fixing.

Yami took a shower and changed into some black sweats and a white t-shirt with a peace sign logo on the front. Atem was wearing nothing, but a pair of baggy blue jeans and a peek of his white Fruit of the Loon boxers showing.

"Hold on baby girl, lemme put you on speaker." Atem put the phone on the counter and pressed the loud speaker. "OK, talk. You miss me?"

"Yes, I miss you," Kisara whimpered over the phone. "When you gonna come home Daddy?"

Atem flipped the pancakes over. "Daddy'll be home tonight. Tomorrow we can go get some ice cream to make up for missing all of our fun together. How's that?"

Kisara squealed over the phone. "And we can go to the Barbie store and get Jenny some new clothes. Ken said she looked a hot mess when she went to the mall yesterday!"

Atem gasped. "No, he didn't."

"Yep, I told Ken to stop being so mean, but you know what he said? Guess what he said Daddy?"

"What'd he say?"

"That if she looked like me, he wouldn't be so quick to call her ugly."

Yami choked on his eggs. Atem nearly burned the pancakes. "Baby girl," he slowly started.

"Yes Daddy?"

"Daddy doesn't need to talk to Ken does he?"

Kisara went silent. "Daddy . . . the last time you talked to Donte and Bruce, they never came back. I don't want you to talk to Ken. I won't have any more boy dolls if you keep talking to them."

Yami looked up, stunned. Atem shrugged and blew him an air kiss. "That's because Daddy doesn't want you talking to boys."

"You're a boy."

"I'm a man." He corrected sternly. "And I'm the only one who can call you beautiful, you hear?"

Kisara signed. "Yes sir."

"Good girl, oh," Atem grinned. "Yugi and Mr. Sad Eyes can too."

"Oh, oh, oh are they there? Can I talk to them?"

"You sure can. Hold on. Mr. Sad Eye's name is Yami, OK?" After Kisara confirmed she understood, Atem took off the loud speaker and held out the phone to Yami.

Yami looked at him as if he lost his mind and promptly ignored the outstretched hand. Atem cocked an eyebrow. Yami did the same. He chewed slowly. Atem didn't budge. Yami sighed and stood from the table to snatch the phone from his hand. Atem dropped a kiss on Yami's cheek, which the red eyes leader swiped off as he returned to the table.

"Hello," his deep voice answered.

"Hello? Mr. Yami? Hi! You remember me? I'm Kisara!"

"Yes, I remember you."

"Good, because we're friends now. You have to tell me everything about you."

Yami found himself smiling and eating. "Do I now?"

"Yep, my daddy says the more you know about someone the better. So, what's your favorite color, what do you like to eat, do you like Barbie dolls, what's your favorite crayon . . .?"

Oh, hell no. Yami held out the phone, while the little girl continued to run her mouth. That was too much talking for him to handle after a long night. He continued forking up eggs and oatmeal and biting off bits of bacon, half listening and half nodding to Kisara's new topic of discussion; his hair.

Yugi came down the hall yawning and stretching his arms over his head. He walked up to Yami and poked his forehead. Yami swatted him away and held out the phone to him.

"Who's this?" He mouthed.

"A mutant," he grunted.

Atem heard that. "I'll burn you with this hot grease."

"She is a mutant," Yami insisted, standing from the table with an empty plate. He pushed Atem to the side with his hip and put four pancakes on his plate. He caught the tight clench of Atem's jaw. He punched him in the arm. "She's my mutant too, yeah? Just gotta deal with is all."

A new shine brightened Atem's eyes. "Yeah, deal with it. You'll learn how to drown her out." He waited until Yami turned fully around to pop his ass. The red eyes leader rose up to the tip of his toes and turned around ready to punch the shit out Atem for that, but Yugi came into the kitchen, sticking his head between them to see what was cooking on the stove.

Yugi kissed Yami's cheek. "Blueberry pancakes, hell yeah! Yami, the phone's for you."

"Fuck," he groaned, cupping the phone to his ear. "Look kid. . ." She beat him to the punch, talking up a storm. Fuck this. Yami put the phone on the table, pressed the loud speaker and went back to eating while her childish voice filled the dining room with pointless jibber.

Yugi chuckled. "Guess she's taken to Yami pretty well."

"Yeah, good, 'cause she's gonna be seein' you and him a lot more often." Atem fixed Yugi a plate of everything. "Right?" He handed the plate to Yugi.

Yugi frowned. "Yes, of course. I don't plan on going anywhere."

"Good boy," Atem kissed his forehead and went him to the table with a nice smack to the rear.

Yugi went over and sat next to Yami. He blessed his food and started chowing down. Atem joined them a few minutes later, the three of them sharing a four-way conversation with Kisara, mostly about everything she wanted to play with, who she wanted to play it with and what she had in store.

Atem wolfed down a whole pancake before saying, "Baby girl, you gettin' on everybody nerves. I know you're excited, but I gotta go. I'll see you tonight, mmkay?"

"OK, you gotta read me a story too. I wanna read Arthur."

"Alright, go ahead and pick 'em out. Love you."

"Love you too. I love you Yugi! I love you Yami!" She hung up the phone, leaving two very shocked men with their forks outside their mouths.

Yugi timidly answered. "I love you too." And went back to eating. Yami, on the other hand, carefully disguised his blush with his napkin and got up to fix a third helping. Didn't matter. Atem saw it anyway.

Yugi picked at his hot sausages a minute because a certain question has been nagging him a long time about Kisara. "Atem?"

"Yeah?" Atem shoved a forkful of eggs, grits and sausages in his mouth.

"Um, Kisara isn't adopted is she?"

Atem wiped his mouth with his napkin and continued eating. "Nah, she's mine why?"

"Well. . ." how could he ask without coming off as rude?

Atem took a gulp of orange juice. "You ain't gotta be scared to ask us anything now. Everything I know, you gonna know eventually anyway. Alright?"

Yugi nodded.

"Around the time Kisara was conceived I was messing with this chick name Miho Nosaka. Pretty young thing too. Had hips for days, these nice breasts and a nice ass. Long story short, she came to my father's house knocking on the door with her folks saying I knocked her up. I was young and I wasn't ready to be father, so whether the child was mine or not didn't matter. We went to the clinic and were tested when the baby was born. When I looked at her, I just knew she wasn't mine. Yeah, she had Miho's hair and skin, but neither of us had those bright blue eyes. My mother did, but I didn't think it'd matter. The test said she was mine, I chucked the deuces and kept rolling."

Yugi looked disapprovingly at the blue eyes leader. "That's cruel."

Atem shrugged as he crossed his arms over the table. "I told you I was young and stupid. I wasn't ready to be father, plus," Atem looked at Yami, "I promised him, I wouldn't take the baby, but we were too messed up in our relationship for me to listen anyway."

Yami's jaw clenched as he turned away.

"So, I kept my word for a while. I hadn't seen Miho for about three months since the baby was born until I was creeping the streets one night. She my baby slung under her arm like a Gucci purse while she was with some other man outside a club. It wasn't my business . . . nah, it wasn't." Atem cupped his hands over his mouth as the scenes replayed in his head. "But then I don't know what it was. Kisara looked up at me; she looked up right at that moment when I let my window down. It was crazy because she never seen me a day in her, but she started crying and reaching for me."

"Did she really?"

"Yeah, funny ain't it? My baby girl knew whom she wanted to be with even back then. I got outta the car and went over to see what Miho was up to. When I saw Kisara's condition, it took everything in me not to slap Miho's teeth out."

Yugi reached over and took Atem's hand. "What was wrong with her?"

Atem snorted. "You mean, what wasn't wrong with her. Everything was messed up on baby girl. Her hair was dirty, her skin had this nasty grey look to it, her gums were white and the clothes she had on were covered in spit up."

Yami looked up, then.

"I didn't think twice when I pulled my gun out and demanded she gimme my baby. The bitch had the nerve to look at me stupid and say, I want my money first. Tsk, really? Money for a baby you weren't even taking care of? I gave her something all right. A head start. She had until the stroke of midnight to be about fifty miles from Domino before I gave her a million dollar trip to the Rose Haven Graveyard. Bet it didn't take her long to choose the smarter route."

Yugi was grinning from ear to ear. "So, what happened after that?"

Atem's face took on that serene expression again. Just as it had last night. "I took my baby home and cleaned her up, bathed her, feed her, bought her new clothes, and sung her to sleep. She hadn't cried the whole time either. Not once. We slept in the same bed until I could buy a crib and all the other stuff she'd need . . . Kisara's become my blessing and my curse."

"Why a curse?"

Yami answered this time through a long-winded sigh, "Any gang man or woman knows that that is the key to getting us to submit. We'll cut out our own hearts to save blood family. Our hearts beat to a new tune for loved ones and close family. And now," he shook his head chuckling humorlessly, "I've put myself in the same boat."

"Do you regret it?" asked Atem.

"Hell no," Yami answered right away. "You should know me by now. I never do anything I'll regret later."

"I'm glad to hear it," Yugi smiled. He took Yami and Atem's hand in his and rubbed his cheeks against them. "Thank you for sharing that story with me. I've learned so much during my stay here." He suddenly laughed. "I guess that means Kisara's my blessing too, right? My heart will beat to a new tune too."

Yami fondly felt a flutter need down somewhere and quietly secured it away. Those damn eyes of eyes would be the death of him.

Atem grabbed Yugi's hand in turned and stroked his calloused thumb over his palm.

Yugi wouldn't believe it if the two gang leaders told him their hearts beat to a new tune too.

TBC: Anddd here is when it's about to get ugly.