The Distraction

by YamiYugiPuzzleshipper

Yami would do anything for his little sister Mana so when she sees a purse she wants but can't have, he comes up with the perfect distraction involving the cutest boy he has ever seen.

3. The Scariest Thing

Parts of this came around because of The Most Popular Girls in School on Youtube. Honestly one of the funniest series I have ever watched. Others came around because of Scary Movie.

As always, heavy on the sexual tension and innuendos.

A little bit of angst got worked in there but it was for Yugi and Yami to have little heart-to-hearts which were KIND of needed after I had a conversation with someone and realized that I needed to explain some things better. PLUS it equaled fluff. And who DOESN'T love some fluff?

Anyways, if the ending seems rushed, I'm sorry, but it hit 33 pages and I kind of had a panic attack because, WOW, was NOT supposed to do that. *shakes head* As everyone can see, I totally SUCK at short things. Really need to work on that.

Disclaimer: As said before, Yu-Gi-Oh is NOT mine. At. All. I wish. But nope. Not at all.

The Scariest Thing

"They got me a Volvo. A motherfucking Volvo!" Mana cried angrily.

Yugi nearly dropped his food at the sound of her voice, barely managing to keep it from falling straight into Bakura's hair; thank the gods for that because he could hardly see him liking that even one bit.

Yami snickered softly behind him, obviously thinking the same thing and Yugi blushed, ducking his head as he scrambled to take the seat that would be between his boyfriend and best friend Joey.

"What's so wrong with a Volvo?" Tea asked, obviously confused.

The blonde looked stunned and completely disgusted by her question. "Because I went from having a beautiful baby blue Mazda and now I've got a fucking ugly ass silver Volvo! It's like they want me to go on drugs and fuck random people."

Yugi choked on his pizza and Yami patted him on the shoulders with a wide smirk on his face, licking his lips as he watched with pure amusement.

"Baby blue…is that why she was named Bluebell?" he muttered in the red-eyed teen's ear.

Yami nodded and looked at him. "Yeah."

"Oh…well, okay then."

"Volvos aren't that bad," Tea tried to reason, frowning a little at the taste of the words in her mouth; she herself hated that brand of cars.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Mana screeched, drawing the attention of several bystanders who looked stunned by the outburst. "I hate Volvos! I swear they just want me to start doing drugs and sleeping around! It's like they think I'm pregnant or something!"

"It's not mine!"

Yami spat his soda out in laughter, covering his mouth as Yugi blushed several shades of scarlet, covering his face with his hands and groaning softly.

"Whoa, Yug," Joey cracked up, "didn't realize you were taking on siblings!"

"I—I—shut up!" he whined.

"Don't be jealous that he gets hot as fuck threesomes, Joey," Tristan snickered.

"Guys!"

"It's always the cute ones that can have more than one and not get in trouble for it," Duke teased.

"Stop it!"

"Ra, Yami, don't have the balls to fight Mana for him?" Bakura barked.

"Oh my gods…"

"At least I actually have someone to fight for," Yami snapped in response, rolling his eyes. "You just fucking wish you could get in his pants, don't you Bakura?"

Yugi gave up on eating entirely, pushing his tray away and crossing his arms, glaring at the food even as his face heated up horribly with his frustrated embarrassment.

"Fuck no! He's far too delicate to—"

"He likes it rough—and loud."

Yugi smacked his face with his palm, shaking his head and closing his eyes.

"Son of a bitch looks like a fucking porcupine with no quills!" Bakura snapped. "There's no fucking way that he—"

"Whoa, you think I would settle for anything less? Oh, bitch, Please," both Mana and Yami said at the same time, pausing and then giving each other a simple high-five with a pair of mirroring grins.

Yugi was still blushing but his ears were ringing now.

Oh gods, what if he wasn't able to meet the requirements for that?

He'd never had sex before. Not even oral.

He felt a small bite of disappointment that ricocheted and burned with sudden envy before smacking him with pure frustration. Yami wasn't a virgin. He supposed he should have figured it out because of the innuendos that seemed to fall out of his mouth like drool.

But it still felt crushing despite it all and Yugi hated that feeling.

"You guys are fucking disgusting."

"Wait, so we're sharing now?" Malik cut in, taking his seat across from Bakura and next to Mana, purple eyes shooting from between the three of them. "Fuck, I want a turn!"

Yami choked and Yugi blushed involuntarily despite how alarmingly unhappy he was beginning to feel.

"The fuck, Malik?" the red-eyed teen spat.

"I swear Seto and Mokuba are the only sane ones," Bakura grumbled.

"That's just gross, Malik," Mana snapped.

"Hey, sharing is caring."

"No, motherfucker, I don't know why everyone says that, but it's not true," Yami snapped, throwing his arms up. "I share things with people all the time—like pens or pencils or whatever. But it's not because I actually give a fuck. It's because otherwise they're going to ask me eventually anyways so why the fuck wouldn't I just do it ahead of time so that I won't have to deal with it when it finally crosses their mind to ask? Fuck me sideways if you think that I give a shit about the person who I actually give something to. No, there is not a single feeling of fucking 'caring' the entire time. Sharing is not caring. Sharing is making sure that the person next to you doesn't fucking waste your goddamned time later!"

All of them stared at him in surprise for a long minute before they turned away again and Yugi snickered slightly; he still had yet to get fully used to Yami's random outbursts of pure annoyance that seemed to spring out of his mouth without provoke.

But they were hilarious most of the time so he didn't find himself bothered with them.

"Ra, put your shit back in its box and calm the fuck down," Bakura grumbled, rolling his eyes. "For fuck's sake, you're all over the place lately."

"Hormone buildup. It happens when you don't get laid," Malik drawled.

All of them started laughing at that one, grinning at each other slyly before shaking their heads and going back to eating lunch with more mild versions of conversation.

---

"Oh dear fuck," Yami muttered, staring at his phone screen with wide eyes.

"What? What's wrong?" Yugi demanded, alarmed and instantly concerned for him.

The red-eyed teen shook his head slowly and looked at him for a moment. "My mom really needs to check what she sends me over text."

"What do you mean?"

"Her phone literally auto-corrects the shit out of everything and…she doesn't really check it before she sends it." Yugi went bright red when he saw the text of We will be home dildo. Are you still bringing fuck?

"Oh my gods, did you tell them we were fucking?!" he blurted too loudly; the entire class froze and the teacher turned around with the widest eyes he had ever seen while Yami started laughing, covering his mouth and biting his lip so hard that it bled.

"Mr. Motou, if you could just…keep that to yourself from now on," the teacher murmured, clearing his throat awkwardly and turning away slowly, casting another glance at the red-faced teen who covered his face with his hands and shook his head hard.

"No," Yami laughed, "but apparently they want me to fuck you with a dildo."

Yugi let out a strangled noise. "Oh my gods…" He was going to die of heat stroke. He just knew.

"Hmm…I guess that means you're supposed to top while I—"

Yugi clapped his hand over Yami's mouth, face bright red as he swallowed hard and struggled not to say anything, but ended up blurting out, "Can you actually do that?" before his mind caught up, clapping his hands over his mouth and then glancing at Yami before grabbing his hands as well and putting them over his mouth, twining their fingers unconsciously as he struggled not to say anything else.

"Nice try but those aren't the body parts I want together, Yugi."

He clenched his eyes shut and squeezed his hands, swallowing hard once. No, he would not talk. He wouldn't…

"A dildo isn't a body part!"

The entire class was laughing now and the teacher had his forehead against the whiteboard, snickering softly as he shook his head and sighed; poor kid. He just had no control over what came out of his mouth.

"I don't think your hands work that well with keeping your mouth shut," Yami teased, suddenly leaning forward and whispering in his ear, "Want to try something else?"

"I don't want a dildo in my mouth!"

"Who go fake when you could go real?" he snickered. "Want a sample?"

Yugi nearly screamed, tearing his hands away from his mouth, eyes almost starting to water. "Yami, please tell me you didn't…!"

"Didn't what?" he snickered, shaking his head and going completely still when he saw the way that Yugi's eyes had gotten bright and shiny. "I was teasing."

The other teen blinked a few times and turned away but he wasn't smiling or even looking slightly amused, instead appearing almost hurt.

---

"You still want to go to my house, right?"

Yugi felt terrible that Yami was now walking on eggshells around him, the red-eyed teen obviously spooked by that incident of near-crying; he offered a small smile and reached over for his hand, twining their fingers together in an effort to tell him he was okay now. "You're not going to try a threesome between us and a dildo if I do, right?"

"That idea is so appealing right now," he admitted, smirking as he leaned forward to press a kiss to his cheek.

"Ew."

Yami snickered in amusement and hummed as he pulled on his backpack strap and started to lead him along. "You say that now but you're going to be all for it later," he teased.

"That's gross. No."

"Mmhmm. You keep saying that little one," he murmured, moving his face to rub cheeks with him; Yugi giggled, blushing and pushing at his arm slightly. "The question, though, is whether you want a plastic one with nothing to it or a vibrator."

Yugi choked. "Pervert!"

"That's my middle name," he agreed, smiling widely, the feel of his cheek curved upwards making him want to purr in delight for a split second. "Oh, you know, actually, Bakura bought Mana one last year when she was being a bitch. Said she had to get laid…"

"R-really?" he asked, stunned.

"Yeah. A kit to make a cast of some unlucky guy's penis—very glittery. We call it the Glitter Peen," he snickered, poking him in the side and making him jerk, blushing as a cry of surprise left his mouth. "You attach the cast to the vibrator and—"

"Yami, stop telling him about my stuff!" Mana cried, throwing her hands up. "It's not your right!"

"But…he wants to experiment—"

"No I don't!" he cried quickly.

"Sure you do, who doesn't?" Malik snorted, laughing as he and Bakura took residence next to Mana who giggled and looked at Yugi thoughtfully.

"Well, actually it has enough to make a cast of two…" she trailed off.

"Oh the possibilities," Yami teased.

"Damn it, Yami!" Yugi cried, throwing his hands up. "It's not—"

"How exactly are you supposed to fuck him if you're being fucked with a vibrator at the same time?" Bakura demanded suddenly, furrowing his brows and narrowing his eyes. "And which one of you is actually going to shave to do it?"

Yugi sputtered and Yami snickered.

"Well, I don't know. Maybe I'll have to train him on doing 69 first and then we can work our way up to the—"

"Train him? He's not a dog!" Mana objected, frowning at her brother.

"And it's not like you have any experience there yourself!" Bakura cackled, ignoring her. "Unless you've somehow managed to learn to suck your own."

Yami blushed and Yugi looked over in confusion; how could he not have experience with it if he wasn't a virgin? He was pretty sure they did all of that before they even started on the actual act…

"I have not," he admitted. "But I yearn to learn that shit."

Both of his cousins burst out laughing but Mana swatted him a few times on the arm, crying, "That's so gross!"

"Hey, well at least he would know where it's been," Bakura snorted, laughing. "He won't have to wonder if it's not clean or—"

"Oh my Ra! I hate you three!" Mana spat, waving her arms wildly. "Yugi is the only sane one!"

Yugi stumbled when she grabbed his free hand and jerked him forward but Yami kept him balanced when he tugged him back, glaring at his sister as he growled, "Mine!"

"No, fuck you, he's mine!"

"Looks like they're bad at sharing," Bakura snickered.

"Threesomes obviously don't work with them."

All four of them stared at the blond as if he had lost his mind.

"Sister," Yami said, pointing at Mana just as she spat, "Brother" with her finger pointed at him.

"Yugi," he murmured, pointing at himself with his and Yami's joined hands.

"Oh dear Ra, this one," Bakura laughed, shaking his head and covering his face with his palm. "Can't wait to see how this goes over with your parents."

Yugi blushed furiously but Yami snorted, "They'll love him—just like I do. But not exactly because that would be too awkward. I would die."

"You guys go ahead," Yami called to them ten minutes later when they were nearing a house that looked to be three stories and rather large, almost like a mansion but not quite; all three of his family members glanced at him and then shrugged and started off.

Yugi wondered if they were going to have some kind of big talk or something, going wide-eyed when Yami spun around and grabbed his upper arms, glancing around as if he expected something to be there waiting in the trees that marked his yard before turning his full attention to him.

"Okay, so Milky Way tore out her mouse's squeaker," Yami said quietly, voice grave and solemn. "So you know how some parents will find a dead fish, and instead of explaining why or how that fish wound up in fishy heaven, they instead just buy their child a new fish that looks exactly like the dead one?"

Yugi nodded and then blinked.

"Okay…" He put a finger to his lips, eyes scanning the area as if he thought the sleek silver-and-black cat would come running out if he spoke too loud. "Do not tell her okay?"

"I don't think she'll care."

"Yugi, you have no idea," he stated, putting his hands on his hips and glaring at him. "I once broke the laser pointer I used to play with her and she fucking refused to chase the one that I replaced it with. Took two weeks to get in the only one she would play with!"

"Your cat is psycho."

"How dare you!" Yami gasped dramatically, covering his chest with his palm and shaking his head with a glare before leaping at him and tickling his sides. "Take it back!"

Yugi squirmed, laughing and trying to get out of his grip. "No! She's"—he fell back on the grass and his backpack with a thud but didn't feel anything aside from the breathless sensation of his laughter—"fucking psycho!"

"She is a goddess!" Yami snapped in response, voice mockingly offended as he managed to pin him with his legs straddling his waist, tickling him harder. "And you should be lucky to lay eyes on her beauty!"

"Yami!" he squealed, trying to bat his hands away, going to grip his wrists only to come up with thin air. "C-can't breathe!"

"She has that effect on you—even just in conversation!" he laughed. "Now take it back!"

"Okay!" Yugi cried, whining slightly before giggling harder. "Please!"

"Too easy," Yami stated, grinning wider than the Cheshire cat as he pulled his fingers away and remained straddling him, smirking widely while Yugi struggled to catch his breath and drew in massive gulps of oxygen. "Now, you know better than to go dissing my kitty, got it?"

Yugi nodded, looking at him and sucking in a deep breath. "I wasn't dissing her anyways," he objected, almost laughing at the way Yami raised an eyebrow skeptically, crossing his arms and tilting his head towards him pointedly. "I was stating a fact."

Yami burst out laughing and glared playfully. "You're an ass towards my kitten and I'm going to eat you alive, little one."

"You would like that, wouldn't you?" Yugi snorted, laughing at the astounded look that crossed Yami's face.

"You kinky little shit!" the red-eyed teen breathed, shaking his head and grabbing his hands to pull him to his feet again. "Come on, let's get this over with."

"Will they like me?"

"Yeah, they'll like you," he replied, smiling at him gently. "Don't worry about that. My dad won't be as easy as my mom is, but still. They'll both like you."

Yugi pursed his lips but nodded, reassured when Yami laced their fingers together again and led the way towards the house; upon entering both of them found that his parents were at the table in the kitchen with Bakura and Malik along with Mana seated around, the three of them playing on their phones.

"Not much time for R-rated things," Bakura snickered.

Mana caught him in the ribs with her elbow and he sputtered while she smiled sweetly, batting her eyelashes as she said, "It's called a quickie for a reason."

"Hormone buildup dictates he blew his load immediately," Malik announced.

Bakura and Mana started howling and Yugi turned bright red while Yami flipped them off, shaking his head and chuckling; his parents watched the smaller boy who was holding hands with their son.

"He…looks just like you…" his mom murmured, furrowing her brows slightly and chewing her cheek as she stared blankly.

"Ra, my son is a narcissist," his father sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head.

"Well, look on the bright side, honey, at least he didn't kidnap him," his mother giggled.

Mana and Bakura started cackling and Malik turned red. "Oh goddamn it, you all said we wouldn't talk about that anymore!" he cried in dismay, puffing his cheeks out for a split second before glancing at his chuckling red-eyed cousin. "Oh, you think you can laugh at that, asshole? Tell them about how you fucking molested him in public!"

Yugi blushed furiously as the other two started wiping at their eyes and Yami's laughter immediately stopped, head snapping in his direction to argue only to blush and duck his head when his father cried, "Damn it, Yami, why do you insist on touching everyone? I know we taught you how to keep your hands to yourself!"

"They probably got lonely," Yugi said without thinking, making Bakura fall out of his seat while Mana buried her face in her arms, still laughing out loud.

"Yes, they tend to do that," Yami snorted, snickering and shaking his head.

"Lonely hands. I wonder if molesters can claim that," Bakura announced, smirking when he saw that Yugi was suddenly paying attention to Yami's hands.

"Well, obviously," Yugi drawled, blue-violet eyes focused purely on his long fingers. "I mean, your cousin gets away with it."

Bakura and Malik sputtered in laughter while Mana shook her head from where it was still buried in her arms and Yami gawked at him while his parents started laughing.

"Yugi!"

The small teen dragged his eyes up to his incredulous face and blinked before blushing. "Oh..." he muttered, ducking his head. "Oops. I need to get that fixed."

"No, no, stay unfiltered," Bakura barked out. "It's the best."

Yugi shook his head slowly and covered his face with his palm; it was going to be a long day.

---

They went to the pumpkin patch first because Mana threw a fit over not getting her "perfect" pumpkin when she was supposed to two days ago thanks to Bakura pretending to have a sick day. Yugi was in the back of the Volvo with Yami on one side and Mana on the other, the blonde pouting with her arms crossed while her parents drove in the front. Yami, on the other hand, sat next to him, constantly reaching over and playing with his forelock; each time he did, he would lean over and whisper something that would make him red, horribly excited, and so terribly embarrassed that he would try to convince Mana to swap seats with him only to have his father say that they were driving and it was illegal and if he did it, he was going to get mad.

So Yugi was stuck in the back, listening to random kinky things that Yami would think of out of nowhere; or at least he was, until Yami's mother started to speak.

"So, Yugi—"

"I heard sweat tastes salty—"

"—have you always lived in Domino?"

"—I wonder if that's true…Can't wait to see."

Because now he had two conversations going on and he knew that Yami was picking the times on purpose because a single glance at him said that he was smirking smugly even if he pretended to be contemplating something as he stared out the window.

"Y-yeah," he stammered, clearing his throat awkwardly to get rid of the slightly breathless note he'd gotten due to Yami's voice in his ear, rasping sensually like that. "I was born and raised here."

"So you've never ventured?" his father asked.

"I—I have. I've gone to the states before—"

"We met there, duh," Yami chimed in a loud voice.

Mana started laughing. "You freak. Don't talk so loud."

"I want music!"

"Damn it, Yami," his father muttered, rolling his eyes and smiling; his son was such a childish idiot. "Anyways, Yugi, you've gone to the states before. How was—?"

"Well, he molested me in public," Yami cut in, making Mana start snickering, "which was very traumatic, by the way—still have nightmares about it—and told everyone that we had wild hot monkey make up sex in the mall fountain."

"Ra, you really have no boundaries," his mother laughed.

"I knew I should have pretended I had to keep working," his father sighed.

Yugi cast a glance at Yami, leaning forward to whisper, "I don't think he likes me."

"Oh no, he does," Yami insisted, turning to lick his ear and nibble on his earlobe, making him squirm as he spoke around his flesh. "He just wasn't expecting such a crazy first meeting between us."

"Would you stop trying to eat him in the car, please?" his father snapped, turning around to glare at his son and wave a finger in front of his nose. "And no more molesting people in public, damn it!"

Yami pulled his mouth away and stared at his finger. "But…father, it's how I get off."

Yugi choked and Mana cracked up while their mother snorted in laughter and her husband sighed and shook his head, closing his eyes and leaning back into the seat.

"I raised a sexual deviant."

"Well at least he has some boundaries. Sexual deviants are better than the regular kind," Mana snickered.

"Oh dear Ra," Yami's father muttered, covering his face with his palm. "I knew we should never have let him out of the house. I told you! I told you that television would ruin him! He used to be so sweet and innocent and then you turned that thing on and he just—he grew into a sexual deviant."

His mother started laughing. "MTV has ruined him."

"And don't forget his sister! It ruined his sister too!" He paused and twisted around in his seat to point his finger at Yugi. "Tell me at least one person in this car is not completely ruined!"

Yugi blushed furiously but smiled when Yami turned his head and winked at him playfully. "When Mana was seven we were at the pool and this guy had his balls hanging out of his trunks and my mom told my dad to tell him that his testicles were hanging out and Mana throws her head back and opens her mouth and screeches, 'I have testicles in my mouth, see?'"

The blue-violet-eyed teen started cracking up and Mana blushed red but didn't argue, instead snickering, "And dad blamed it on MTV."

"The world's problems could be blamed on MTV according to the ambassador of Egypt," Yami laughed, snorting in amusement at the way his father scowled and huffed. "I swear, it's the greatest thing when he loses his shit about it and everyone around us is so lost that they don't know how to approach the situation…"

Yugi smiled and shook his head, muttering, "I think I could take the cake."

"Yeah, but it's something you get to see too. Otherwise it's all you blurting out something and us laughing," he murmured, reaching forward to brush his fingers over his stomach and causing him to giggle. "Maybe I can get dad to lose his shit at the patch—"

"Oh hell no!" his mom laughed. "You better not, you little deviant!"

"I make no promises," Yami sang in a loud voice.

---

Yugi nearly died laughing when Yami pointed to Mana, who was talking to a cute patch worker—was that what they were called?—that was steadily flirting with her and then danced his way over there, grinning and winking at him when he grabbed the other male around the shoulder and leaned in to whisper in his ear; if he hadn't hurried over, he would have missed it when he said, "Don't trust her. She's got a vagina. It's where she keeps all her lies and secrets."

Mana screeched and Yami ran for his life with her after him but the patch worker was gawking and looked mortified when he found Yugi's eyes; the smaller teen shrugged. "Girls do that."

"Oh god."

Yugi jumped a mile when he heard Yami's father yell, "Goddamn it! And you think our children aren't fucked up because of MTV? Did you hear what he just told that poor kid? Ra, we need to exorcise these children!"

Mana and Yami both dissolved into laughter, stopping their chase to double over with their hands on their knees, tears spilling from their eyes and down their reddened cheeks; Yugi made his way over to them, blushing and laughing at Yami's father's outburst, relieved that it wasn't him who had gotten all of the attention this time.

Twenty minutes later Yugi found himself looking at the pumpkins alone, as Yami and Mana had set off on a contest to find the best one—the "perfect pumpkin" as they dubbed it. They had taken opposite sides of the patch and Yugi had taken the west where he knew that Bakura and Malik were opposite; maybe with a little time to himself he could get a little bit of his nerves down.

And he could look for a pumpkin without being influenced by the others'.

Blue-violet eyes scanned the patch for a moment and a small smile drew its way across his face as he saw a relatively medium-sized pumpkin. Heading for it he found that the anxiety of meeting Yami's parents was starting to fade with his new accomplishment. The fruit was smooth to the touch and a rich orange that would have made his mouth water if it was an actual orange that he could peel and eat easily. When he lifted it, it was a slightly strenuous effort purely because he had been bracing for something much heavier but like its size, the weight it boasted was relatively less than the ones he knew that the others would be picking out.

Pumpkin hunting is a success! he thought, grinning widely as he balanced it in his arms with a joyful expression.

"Little one—"

He squeaked and tossed the pumpkin even as his mind tried to relay the fact that the smooth baritone voice that had found its way into his ears was in fact his boyfriend; instinct had him fleeing, diving for something that could hide him and finding nothing, resulting in him bunching into a ball on his side and using his limbs to cover all of his vitals.

Yami raised an eyebrow, frowning slightly before letting out a soft sigh and going over to his side, taking a seat a couple of feet away so that he wouldn't be too startled when he realized it was only him. He settled back against his palms, tipping his head up some as he regarded him curiously; he wondered how long it would be before he actually noticed there was no threat but also had subconsciously been waiting for the time that he scared him.

He had honestly been waiting for it to happen for a while now when it came down to it, purely because he was Yugi. And Yugi, being Yugi Motou, was the single most bullied student in all of Domino High. Yami had never brought it up and Yugi never wanted to talk about it, made obvious by the looks that he would get whenever he would do something to startle him and make him jump a little, and so it had never been discussed.

Yugi stayed as he was for a full ten minutes, as if he was scared that the second he uncurled would be the moment he attacked; Yami didn't make any noises or movements, breathing as he always did, legs crossed and chin in his palms, red eyes watching him with both amusement and sorrow. Blue-violet eyes opened into slits and then regarded the area immediately in front of him before he slowly started to glance around and sat up, blinking before looking all over and jumping when he saw Yami in front of him.

"O-oh…"

Yami raised an eyebrow and smiled at him. "Well, hello."

"I…I…s-sorry."

He snorted, chuckling and shaking his head, stretching his hands out for him to take, the smaller teen hesitating for a moment before finally going over to him, grasping his hands and crawling into his lap. Yami smiled in amusement, twining their fingers together and squeezing once as Yugi looked at his pumpkin with pursed lips and almost appeared ready to jump out and grab it.

"You know, I thought that little gang was made up of the stupidest idiots in the world when they tried to pick on me my first day of school," he commented, pulling him closer and feeling Yugi shift to accommodate him, moving to straddle his hips. "But then I found out that I looked like the single most bullied teen in Domino High and it kind of clicked."

"B-but you didn't know me…"

"No, but I knew your name and I knew that you looked like me. But a lot of people are styling their hair like mine since I became King of Games, so I just blew it off," he admitted, leaning forward to press a small kiss to his forehead. "You know…"

Yugi blinked at the playful lilt in his voice as he stretched the word out.

"I know I'm intimidating but that right there made me think that maybe I was so ugly that you were trying to shield yourself from it," he teased, pulling a hand away to tap his nose; the smaller boy wrinkled it in response but his eyes were brightening though he had yet to actually smile. "You almost look like you have to pee again. Do you need to pee, Yugi?"

The small teen's cheeks became striped with the pink tinge of a blush, eyes widening drastically, mouth starting to open only to release a small breath of air.

"If you have to, you can just whip it out and go. I heard that's how they water them anyways," he teased, winking.

His cheeks turned bright red, eyes flickering for a split second towards Yami's crotch and then at the fruit surrounding them. "No wonder they're so orange!"

"Exactly!" Yami snickered. "They're actually naturally a nice red color but the owners of the farms like to pee on them continuously when they're out working so they turn orange."

"How rude."

"Isn't it? Just so rude. Poor pumpkins. Absorbing all that pee and turning orange." He paused. "Almost like when someone gets bullied but doesn't fight back."

Yugi went about pulling away from him to reach over and grab his pumpkin, bringing it into his lap, tapping his fingers against the hard skin before suddenly dropping it and then pushing it hard into Yami's lap.

"It's absorbed while it's still growing, Yugi!" he laughed. "It's off the vines now!"

"B-but it could be festering on the inside—in the seeds!"

Yami chuckled. "I don't think that's the case if they say it's so healthy to eat them, Yugi." He moved forward to sit closer, watching him curiously. "So what happened exactly? You know how stubborn I am. I will totally hold you hostage until you answer."

"My grandpa can't pay ransom!" he blurted out, blushing furiously.

"No ransom, little one," he chuckled, reaching his hands out so that Yugi scooted forward again and took his place in his lap despite the pumpkin resting between them; the smaller teen was immensely grateful for the smooth fruit now because he had a feeling that Yami had started to get a small bit aroused from the position before.

"They liked to do it because I'm so small."

Yami stayed quiet for a moment. "You know, I actually kicked Ushio's ass once," he stated, smirking lightly. "He was the one leading that little group to pick on you calling me by your name."

"S-sorry," he muttered with a wince, ducking his face for a moment before licking his lips. "Who helped you?"

"Who helped me?" he echoed, raising an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"With Ushio. Who helped you?"

"Dear Ra, Yugi, are you insinuating that I can't kick ass?"

Yugi couldn't help the small grin that lit up his eyes when he saw Yami narrow his and raise a brow. "Yami…dear, dear Yami, I…I sincerely hate to break it to you…but you're really not that tall."

"Oh my Ra!" Yami gasped, jerking backwards and gawking at him. "I…I thought I was as tall as Seto!"

He burst into giggles, smiling widely. "My poor delusional boyfriend."

"Way to shatter all my hopes and dreams in life, Yugi."

"Oops."

"My life is ruined."

"Sorry."

"This is more traumatizing than being pissed on!"

Yugi stared with wide eyes, blurting out, "You've been peed on?" in an awkwardly loud voice.

"I was sympathizing with the pumpkins, Yugi," he laughed.

"Oh!" he exclaimed, blushing furiously and ducking his head.

"I'm not Mana. I don't piss myself when I'm mad and I don't own a rat that constantly relieves itself on me," he snickered, tipping Yugi's chin up, laughing in delight at the red staining his cheeks. "Ready to go back?"

"Yeah."

"Good, because I still need my pumpkin carving partner or else I'm screwed."

---

"Okay, we're going to put them on the kitchen table and then you can meet Milky Way."

"And Mr. Fuzzy!" Mana exclaimed.

"…Who's that?" Yugi asked quietly.

"Her rat."

Yugi blinked. Were rats fuzzy?

He furrowed his brows. He'd never encountered a rat before so that question really had no immediate answer. Oh gods, what if they were fuzzy and cute and everything he knew about them being disgusting and ugly was wrong?

He could have been misjudging the animals all his life and—

"He is not a rat! He's a hamster!"

"They all belong in the same family. Rodents."

"I…I thought his name was General Fluffy."

"Mana is going through a phase," Yami said with a roll of his eyes, leading him to the kitchen table where they both dumped their pumpkins and the taller teen snatched his hand to lead him upstairs quickly. Yugi was led into a room that held walls of Egyptian photos and a couple of animals, all apex predators that drew his attention and made him grin in amusement. The pictures were hardly threatening like people painted the animals to be, all of them rather cute or pleasant to the eye. There were three of them either snarling or roaring but otherwise were basically all the same in the sense that they were nice to look at.

"Milky Way is somewhere in here," he stated casually, waving a hand dismissively. "But I have to use the restroom so if you'll excuse me…"

Yugi smiled in amusement as his boyfriend fled the room as if he had a fire under his ass, shaking his head and starting towards the bed with a burning curiosity. How did his bed stay so clean if he had a cat? Weren't pets known for shedding excessively?

A shadow passed in his periphery and Yugi took a single glance at the cat, not really meaning to do much more than make sure she wasn't in his path and then froze in place, doing a double take; bright blue eyes with slivers of green along the bottom and ringlets of gold around the pupil stared back at him, a furry black head tipping up slightly as if she was taking him in.

The two of them stared at each other for a long minute, the she-cat not once moving while Yugi tried not to call Yami's name, freaked out and trying to stop some of the racing his heart was partaking in.

"Yugi? What are you…?" Yami trailed off and then smirked when he saw that Milky Way was paying just as much attention to the small teen as he was her.

"Is…is she possessed?"

"What?"

"She looks like she's fucking possessed!" Yugi cried, head snapping around. "That can't be natural!"

He nearly burst out laughing when Yugi turned his head back as if he was afraid that Milky Way would pounce if he wasn't constantly watching her. But the she-cat was merely staring at him, fluffy black tail wrapped around her paws and face raised towards him.

"It's completely natural," he laughed, smiling at his cat who flicked her ear and purred in greeting but didn't take her eyes off of Yugi who was still watching her as if she might morph into a massive panther and attack.

"Yugi, Yugi!"

"W-what…?"

"Mana, I swear to Ra, if you bring that fucking pest in here, I'm feeding him to Milky Way!" he snapped, turning his head and glaring as his sister ignored him and the hamster in her palms sniffed the air and froze just as Milky Way tore her eyes away to focus on Mr. Fuzzy.

"Shut up, Yami! I want him to meet Mr. Fuzzy."

"I thought his name was General Fluffy."

Yami snickered at the statement; it seemed that Milky Way had the power to make him so nervous that he had already skipped the step of blushing uncontrollably and was now in his nervous instant reaction of repetition.

"That was his name before. But I like Mr. Fuzzy better."

"It's a stupid name—just like General Fluffy was."

"Whatever, Yami."

"What? You know damn well that it's true. Just like Bluebell made people think you were obsessed with ice cream."

"Are you?" Yugi blurted out without thinking, truly curious as to the answer.

Mana rolled her eyes. "No!"

"She says that but you know she's fucking lying through her teeth."

"Yami!"

"Don't lie if you don't want it to be exposed," her brother snickered. "And General Fluffy and Mr. Fuzzy are equally stupid names."

"Fuck you, Yami. Your name is stupid."

"Your face is stupid!"

"I think it's pretty."

"Aw, thank you, Yugi."

"You're supposed to agree with me, damn it, Yugi!"

"Oops…but I like her face."

"Not as much as you like mine, though, right?"

"Ugh, so conceited," Mana groaned, rolling her eyes.

"Shut up, Mana!"

"Wait, so…he's just a hamster, right?" Yugi asked suddenly, surprised by the way that the conversation had changed so much and the way that Milky Way was steadily staring at the palm of Mana's hand.

The sharp gasp was almost enough to make him turn his head but he found himself still caught up in staring at the black she-cat before him on the ground only a few feet away. "You did not just say that!"

"But…he is, right?"

"He's my pet! And he's so special it defies logic!"

"He's special all right," Yami griped. "Damn stupid."

"You asshole!" Mana spat in response.

"Look, Mana, name him whatever! Who cares? He's a freaking rat!"

"Yami—"

"…I thought he was a hamster."

Yami burst out laughing and hugged him tightly while Mana seethed and then turned and stomped out of the room, the noise making Milky Way's whiskers and ears twitch before she turned back to Yugi and blinked wide eyes.

"Oh, Ra, I love you," he snickered.

Yugi blushed furiously but smiled and hugged him back, somewhat surprised that the cat was not even slightly angered by the display; for one reason or another—it was totally her eyes because those things were fucking demonic looking—he had thought she would leap up and attack him if he touched Yami.

Definitely a relief that she hadn't.

He was pretty sure he would have been labeled as the worst boyfriend in history because he knew without thinking that he would throw Yami right into the cat's path and then flee while the chaos was still going on.

Guilt flared up despite the fact that he hadn't done so, blushing at the fact that he was even thinking about it.

Yami pulled away after a moment and went over, running a hand over her head once before grabbing the she-cat and holding her out. "I promise she's not possessed. She's actually a very sweet kitty. If you pet her, you'll see."

Yugi blinked once and swallowed hard but finally reached out; the she-cat merely stared and he was praying mentally that she wouldn't lash out, nearly laughing out loud when she merely raised her head and strained slightly in Yami's grasp to rub her head beneath his palm with a small purr.

Okay, so the possessed cat approved of him. Thank the gods.

"So…what now?" he asked, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"So now I put her down and she'll wander around and—"

"No," he laughed, finally raising his eyes to look at him though he could see her steadily from his periphery. "I meant as in this whole decorating thing."

"Oh, yeah that," he drawled, rolling his eyes before sighing softly and kissing the she-cat on the head, putting her back down and smiling when she rubbed against his leg once before going to her scratching post and leaping onto the carpeted structure. "Well, Bakura and Malik are coming back over in a couple of hours and then we're all going to color the pictures that my sister printed out for the haunted house we're putting together in the guesthouse in the back."

"Gods, you guys go full out, don't you?"

"It's the best holiday," he murmured, winking at him and grabbing his hand to lead him over to the bed, spinning around in one fluid movement to throw Yugi on the bed straddling him, eyes wide. "Well, besides your birthday but that's not an international holiday so it doesn't fully count."

Yugi poked his tongue out at him and Yami snickered, humming in amusement with a casual glance at Milky Way before turning back. "Put that back unless you plan to use it," he snickered, watching as Yugi's face turned bright red and his tongue was quickly drawn back into his mouth.

"Good, because you know we would never make it out of here in time for the pumpkin carving or the damn coloring thing that Mana wants us to do."

"What is that anyways?"

"We do the haunted house and maze in the backyard in the guesthouse we have back there," Yami explained. "And Mana likes to have the decorations on the wall be different every year so she gets pictures and prints them out on this massive ass tracing paper pad and we color it in with markets. That way Mom and Dad can keep the guesthouse up for use later and we don't mess up the walls with paint."

"Oh."

"And the forest in the back over there makes it easier to hang decorations and do stupid stuff." He gestured around lazily. "Technically, this house—I guess the main house?—is used only for giving out candy but the decorations and everything else goes into the guesthouse. Helps with Milky Way and Mr. Fuzzy too. Mr. Fuzzy is liable to freak out and the lack of movement in the house keeps Milky Way from trying to escape."

"Has she ever escaped before?"

"Oh yeah, she has. A bunch of times, actually. But all she ever does is go over to the tree near the guesthouse's master bedroom and climb. She'll sleep up there for hours."

"So then…why can't she go there more often?"

"Because she's my cat and I don't want her to get herself hurt?" Yami muttered, giving him a look that said Duh before his expression quickly rearranged itself, curious as he tilted his head and asked, "Oh, wait, have you never had a pet before?"

Yugi shook his head, frowning a little before glancing at Milky Way as she leaped onto the bed, curling up and starting to fall asleep almost immediately. "Grandpa is allergic to dogs and I always wanted a German shepherd or a Siberian husky."

"You've never wanted a cat?"

"Pussies don't really interest me…"

Yami burst out laughing and Yugi stared at him in confusion, backtracking and furrowing his brows before pushing his hand on his chest. "What? What's so funny? I said that kitties don't really interest me."

"You said pussies, not kitties."

"I—w-what? No I didn't!"

"You totally did!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Dogs rule and cats drool!"

Yami froze and then pointed at the door. "Get the fuck out of my room, cat hater!"

"Dogs are better!" he sang, getting up and heading for the door. "Dogs are a million times better and—"

"No, wait, come back. I'm lonely."

"You have your cat over there." Yugi wrinkled his nose indignantly and pulled his buzzing phone out of his pocket, glancing at the screen before turning back. "Cuddle with her."

"No, I want to cuddle with you!"

"No cuddles!"

"You—you're a monster!"

Yugi stuck his tongue out. "And you're a jerk. I never said that!"

"Yes you did! And please! I love her but I love you more!"

He almost melted at the words but just barely managed to keep from doing so, huffing, "Yeah? Well…I don't like you anymore. So…no."

"…Hot wild monkey make up sex?"

Yugi blushed furiously and glared at him but couldn't help the small smile that started to cross his lips, pointing at him. "Don't tease me!" he managed to get out, voice even. "That's just rude. And besides, there are no fountains around here!"

Yami opened his mouth to respond but fell quiet when Yugi glanced at his phone and then back at him, eyes apologetic to which he smiled and waved his hand dismissively, before answering with, "Hi Rebecca."

The other teen perked up slightly; Rebecca, Yugi's best friend in America and the blonde who he'd met at the mall that day. Lovely.

He was looking forward to listening to one half of their conversation…until Yugi's phone suddenly beeped and his mouth fell open, eyes wide as he muttered, "My phone's almost dead…"

"Doesn't Yami have a charger you can borrow?"

"It's not the same model."

"God Yugi, what use is a boyfriend if you can't steal his charger to charge your phone?" she drawled, and Yugi blushed when he pictured her rolling her eyes and shaking her head in mock shame. "You would think with you being so smart you would know the basic necessities when dating someone else. I mean, geez. I stole yours all the time."

"Yeah, but…we were never dating."

"So? Your grandpa wanted us to."

Yugi blushed at the statement because it was so true it wasn't funny; he commonly left the room with her grandfather and that wouldn't have been very new considering their friendship but the fact that it only happened when the two of them were already talking or watching TV together spelled it out.

"All right, well use his phone to call me back."

"I can't. It got…kind of destroyed when he was arrested…"

"Arrested?"

"I'll tell you some other time."

"You had better, Yugi Motou."

Yugi turned his head as she hung up and Yami cried out, "Oh, well thanks a lot, Yugi! You probably just made her think I'm a delinquent!"

"…She already thinks you're a sexual deviant," he admitted, blushing as Yami's jaw fell. "And a delinquent…she was there when you guys stole that mannequin."

The red-eyed teen went to argue but fell silent, shrugging once and nodding. "I can see how she would make that assumption."

"Exactly."

"Shut up, smartass," he teased, gesturing him over; the smaller teen happily went back to him, laughing when he threw him on the bed and straddled him, watching him with a lazy predatory expression. "We have a landline, you know."

"Doesn't that cost?"

"Not with the package we have. Go ahead and call her if you want."

"Thanks!"

Yami blinked in surprise when he was pecked on the lips and abruptly pushed away, the teen scrambling to grab the phone off its cradle next to his bed and dialing the number in a quick movement. Awkwardly the red-eyed teen settled back on his knees and frowned, huffing in annoyance now that Yugi's attention was diverted from him; he was kind of bored now.

Milky Way was fast asleep at the edge of the bed and no doubt if he crawled over she would wake up and welcome him to pet her but that hardly seemed like a fair trade; she needed to sleep because Ra knew when she actually did it at other times. He honestly didn't know the last time he'd seen her asleep…

"Mana?"

Yami looked up in confusion. What?

"Um…?" He glanced at Yami in confusion and turned back and the taller teen moved over to his side to grab the phone from him and press the speaker button.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Who the fuck are you?"

"I don't know who you the fuck you are, but you just interrupted my conversation with Yugi—"

"Oh, is that what that was? I thought you were talking to my brother."

"Oh, so you're the blonde who ran off the mannequin."

"…Glad to know that was memorable."

"Girls are so fucking weird," Yami muttered, making Yugi snicker and nudge him in the ribs with his elbow.

"Boys are so fucking stupid," Mana sneered.

"Aren't they?" Rebecca commented. "I honestly don't know why they call it mankind when it should be named after us."

"They're just so fucking conceited."

"Dating someone who looks so much like them. I'm kind of ashamed. Yugi could have gotten someone better looking."

"Ha, she called you ugly!"

"Get your head out of your ass," Rebecca snapped suddenly, making Yami and Yugi gawk. "I didn't say that. I said that Yugi could do better."

"Yeah, as in Yami is ugly—"

"No, because if I called him ugly, I would be calling Yugi ugly too. They look alike."

Mana was quiet for a moment. "Hmm."

"Girl bonding is so weird…"

Yami snorted in laughter and Yugi looked up before smacking the heel of his palm against his forehead; oh, of course he was speaking out loud again.

"Yami, Seto and Mokuba are here," his mom called from downstairs.

"Be right back," Yami muttered, surprised when Yugi grabbed his hand and followed him downstairs, both of them going to greet the brunet brothers; the moment that Seto spotted Yugi he was smirking like the Cheshire cat and Yugi blushed under the scrutinizing gaze.

"Hi Yugi!" Mokuba announced, bouncing over; Yugi tore his eyes from Seto's to look at the smaller boy and smile.

"Hey Mokuba."

"You two hungry?"

"Food?" the smaller Kaiba brother cried, head snapping towards his red-eyed cousin with delight swimming in his features. "Please!"

Yami snickered in amusement and led the way into the kitchen, Yugi somewhat surprised that Seto tagged along, following the brunet and putting his hands in his pockets to keep back his desire to reach out and touch him like he had always wanted to do with a celebrity.

"Sandwiches are in the fridge and—"

"You did not just say that!" Mana's voice screamed.

"What the fuck was that?" Seto demanded sharply, icy blue eyes regarding his cousin.

"The beginning of World War III," he grumbled, shaking his head and starting up the stairs with Yugi chasing after him; oh gods, what if they were threatening to kill each other or something? He didn't know if Mana would survive that, especially if Rebecca came to Japan for Thanksgiving holiday versus him going to America…

"Winnie the Pooh is the best animated bear out there," Mana cried, appalled.

"But he's not the cutest."

"Take that back, bitch."

"Never! He's ugly!"

"He is not!"

"Teddiursa!" Yugi cried.

Both of them fell silent and then burst out laughing while Yami wrapped his arms around his shoulders and leaned forward to press his cheek against his, snickering in amusement.

"Wow, Yugi, they're talking about animated bears and—"

"Ra, Yami, what the fuck do you think Teddiursa is?" Mana complained.

"A fucking teddy bear Pokemon, you dumb bitch," Yami spat.

Yugi blinked wide eyes. "Wow…" He paused and looked at the phone and then Yami. "The reception is amazing!"

His boyfriend chuckled in his ear, shaking his head and nuzzling his temple.

"Yeah, that's right, you asshat, it's an animated bear too."

"Well I don't see any fucking videos of Teddiursa teaching children."

"Gods, they were so nice to each other earlier," Yugi muttered, bewildered.

Mana was laughing even as she sneered, "Well, you would know that wouldn't you, Yami?"

"The fuckers only say their goddamned names! Everyone knows that!"

"The legendaries don't!" Yugi objected loudly. "Lugia and Mewtwo and the ones who ruined my childhood memories of them being fucking awesome."

"Oh Ra, Yugi," Yami muttered, laughter underlining his tone.

"Christ Yugi!" Rebecca laughed.

"So unless you're that stupid ten-year-old—what was his name again? Soot?"

"Ash, you fucking idiot!"

"Soot, Ash—same Ra-damn difference!"

"No, because whose going to believe that their hero's name is fucking Soot?"

"Would you just fucking shut up, you stupid fucking abortion?"

"Oh holy fucking shit," Yugi and Rebecca both breathed.

"I'm telling Mom!"

"Go ahead, you stupid baby!" Yami spat. "We both know why you're bitching anyways. You're sore because I said your stupid hamster was a goddamned rodent and that his name sucks just as badly as he does. Both names suck just as badly as he does. General Fluffy or Mr. Fuzzy, doesn't matter because he sucks anyways!"

"You take that back, jackass!"

"Shove it up yours, Mana! You know damn well that the stupid thing doesn't even respond to it's fucking name! You could just call it Stupid for the rest of its life and it would never know the difference!"

"That's…wow. Rebecca had a fish named Stupid once," Yugi murmured suddenly looking towards Yami. "There was an elephant shaped tank and Stupid swam into the trunk and got stuck and then he died because…well…he got stuck."

Yami burst out laughing and Rebecca snickered, "Ah, beautiful little Stupid."

"Yeah, he really was beautiful."

"Mr. Fuzzy is beautiful too. Right, Yugi?"

"…I don't…I mean…it…Oh…"

"Hear that, Mana? He doesn't even want to compliment such a plain creature!"

"Mr. Fuzzy is perfect!"

"Oh, if he's so perfect, then why can't you even pick out a goddamned name for him? It's not rocket science, Mana! And you're a little too fucking old to be going through a fucking name phase!" Yami snapped. "General Fluffy, Mr. Fuzzy. Who gives a flying fuck? Same stupid creature!"

"Oh my gods…He's abusive towards small fluffy things."

Yami snorted in laughter in his ear but the sound was cut off when Mana screeched, "Yugi, Yami watched Winnie the Pooh and Barney until he was ten!"

The small teen turned his head with a dubious yet oddly confused look. "Must be why he's so good with colors."

Rebecca and Mana howled with laughter while Yami scowled and spat, "Oh no, dear sister, you seem to be rather confused" while shooting Yugi a small pout that made the shorter teen blush before smiling brightly and kissing his cheek.

"Don't deny it, Yami. Nothing wrong with being a little special."

"Newsflash, Mana, I sure as fuck never threw out those two specialized videos they sent you."

There was a sharp intake of breath. "You bastard!"

"Dumb bitch!"

"Specialized videos?" Rebecca inquired.

"They sent her videos where it was pretty them talking to her as their sole audience," Yami stated smugly. "A Christmas present from the companies. Imagine the blackmail I'll have when she finally gets a boyfriend and decides to be stupid and tell him things about me. Isn't life just grand?"

"Oh Christ. You really know how to pick them, don't you, Yugi?"

"Okay, who told her about that?" Yugi cried, nearly throwing the phone off its perch when he flailed his arms. "Who the fuck told her about that?"

Yami stared at him as if he had grown three extra heads. "Well hello feisty. Where have you been all this time?"

"Put your hormones back in their box, Erection Boy," Mana snapped.

"Shut up, Excursions Girl."

Yugi's cheeks burned furiously. "Seriously! Who told her?"

"No one but ten bucks says she's probably waiting for an explanation," Yami muttered, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Uh, duh."

"Don't duh me," Yami snapped. "It's not my fault he's so adorably awkward."

"Isn't he?" Rebecca squealed. "The most adorably awkward teen ever."

"Mine!"

"Jesus, Yami, calm down," she complained. "After that display the two of you put on at the mall, everyone and their blind cousin knows he's yours."

"But…if they're blind…they can't see," Yugi blurted out, blinking. "So how would they know…?"

"It was in the air," Yami snickered. "Pheromones so thick they could feel it!"

"Oh wow…"

"The point is, that everyone knows he's yours and—" Rebecca started.

"…I feel like you guys are fighting over me." He paused, turning delighted eyes towards Yami. "Are you?"

"Nice try, Yugi," Rebecca laughed. "But I still want to know what—"

"Hey, Rebecca, didn't Yugi mention to me once that you like cats?" Yami interrupted, giving Yugi a wink that made the smaller grin; oh thank the gods, he was going to take the spotlight off of him.

"Oh my god, yes! What about them?" she demanded excitedly.

"I have one."

"You're kidding!"

"I kid you not."

"Holy shit—Yugi, you have to break up with him so I can marry him!"

"Mine!" Yugi growled, making Yami burst out laughing as the smaller grabbed him around the waist and pressed into him.

"Fucking cavemen, I swear."

"Does he seriously have a cat?"

"Who, Yami? Oh yeah. Her name's Milky Way. Totally strange ass cat."

Yami smirked and winked at Yugi once more. "Black and silver…"

"No fucking way!"

"I shit you not."

"Oh my god!"

"And she's got the weirdest eyes you'll ever see," Mana commented.

Yami snickered and mouthed, "Game. Set. Match" before putting the phone back on its hook while Yugi burst out laughing and threw his arms around his neck.

"That was awesome. Thank you!"

---

"You know, taco cat spelled backwards is the same spelled forwards," Malik said suddenly, grabbing a few markers from the massive bin they were digging through for packs, Yugi grabbing a hundred and Yami grabbing a simple twelve. All of them were seated with a certain section of the massive sheet of paper with their markers, all of them picking out black to draw over the pencil lines.

Yugi started to say something but Bakura took it when he muttered, "Racecar. Racecar does that too."

"Oh please," Yami grumbled, rolling his eyes. "Everyone knows that."

"You always do the same one," Malik complained.

"Dog food lid backwards is dildo of god!" Yugi blurted out.

All of them glanced at him for a split second and then doubled over laughing, Bakura guffawing, "Aw, fuck, he's rubbed off on you!"

"You know," Seto snickered, the only one who wasn't laughing too hard to talk, "I should bring you to my business meetings. They won't even know what the hell is going on after you say something."

Yugi blushed furiously, ducking his head.

"No one would know what to do with that information," Yami snickered, reaching over to pull him into his lap; Yugi let out a small cry of surprise but relaxed immediately when Yami merely held him there. "I think they'd be too stunned to think of what was supposed to be going on."

"Damn straight," Seto said, nodding. "I'll pay fifty bucks a meeting. Just blurt out random things and don't explain when they stare at you."

"You'll be a millionaire by the end of the week," Malik cackled.

Yugi shifted the smallest bit when Yami's finger unconsciously touched his bellybutton and nearly died when he heard the sharp intake of air next to his ear announcing what he already felt. His face was the color of blood when he swallowed hard and closed his eyes for a split second; oh gods, he was sitting on his boner. And it was awkward…but he liked it. And, oh gods, what was he supposed to do with that?

"Come on, get out of his lap and let's do this," Seto announced, uncapping his marker and starting to draw over the lines. Mana and Malik followed his lead and Bakura snorted out, "God, I hate this shit" and Yugi went to move but was restrained for a small peck on the lips before he was allowed to take his seat again, blushing lightly.

"Ugh, fucking hormone freaks," Bakura grumbled, rolling his eyes while Yami pointedly ignored him, shifting so that his jacket fell over the bulge in his jeans and hid it well, the position looking completely natural.

How the fuck did he…? Yugi nearly screamed in frustration. He'd never been able to do that before!

Twenty minutes of drawing the lines in black and idle chatter between Mana and Malik had them finished enough to color in which Yami and Bakura ended up wandering off to get more markers; the sound of something like rocks tumbling had them all looking up with wide eyes.

"You fucking spilled them, didn't you?" Seto ground out.

Yami stared at the packet in his hand and then at Bakura who looked at the bin and back, both of them sharing an innocent look before screaming, "This place is haunted!"

Yugi burst into giggles as well as Mana while Malik snorted in laughter, shaking his head and sighing in amusement.

"Maybe the ghosts will pick them up then," the brunet sniped, going back to his coloring like the others; Yugi hesitated for a moment but eventually joined them, surprised when Malik suddenly got up and left and the three of them still didn't return.

Yami held up his markers and posed to strike, Bakura holding his up like a light saber, the two of them squaring off and circling each other, eyes narrowed and grips tightening before stopping short when Malik snorted in laughter and started building his own; the two of them waited with their swords down until he was done, the three of them colliding in a massive swipe.

Yugi looked at his own pack of markers and wondered if something was wrong up there or if they were simply sorting them back into their boxes, but when he got up to go investigate, he ended up yelping and jumping a mile when a million markers started showering from the upper balcony due to Yami's sword breaking in half as it collided with Bakura's and tore it in half and Malik's own shattered from impact with the other two.

Laughter made him look up and a sheepish Yami apologized but the thing that he noticed was that all three of them had broken marker swords in their hands; his attention span skyrocketed into childish immaturity that had him running up the stairs to join them.

"Aw, for fuck's sake…"

"I officially hate them," Mana announced.

"Get back down here, damn it," Seto snapped, making all three of them laugh childishly and drop their toys, Yami kissing Yugi on the cheek and whispering, "In two hours, don't be late" with a wink and grabbing his wrist to lead the way back.

---

Yugi got back to his house only a couple of hours after he would have normally gone to sleep and while he should have been tired, he was incredibly wired due to the craziness he had endured over at Yami's house. Things had been rather hilarious when the fighting had settled between Yami and Mana, Seto half-amused but also half-irritated by Yugi slipping away with the other three all to fight with marker-swords. The most laughter had been his, but all of the time together had been petty hilarious.

With Halloween the next day, Mana had decided that they would pick out costumes then despite the arguments that had sprung up at the idea but, as Yami pointed out, they were only going to wear it once anyways because they were all too old to go trick-or-treating anymore. Yugi wasn't really looking forward to having to dress up but again, it was only one night so it didn't bother him as much as it would have any other time.

He tugged on the sleeves of his sky blue pajamas and hummed as he started towards his desk to begin his homework.

He looked up as his phone went off, smiling a little as he grabbed it and answered without looking, humming, "Hello?"

"I can see you!"

Yugi stopped short and furrowed his brows, looking at the slim device in his hand and raising an eyebrow before frowning slightly; the voice was distorted, raspy and broken, and Yugi didn't recognize it but the message was creepy. And there was only one person who he knew would say that the day before Halloween of all days.

"That's so super creepy, Yami," he snickered, smiling slightly before shaking his head and glancing at his desk once more.

"You think I'm joking but I'm dead serious."

His eyebrow rose again as he looked at the phone and reveled in the sound of Yami's natural voice, the baritone pitch that made him smile widely. "What are you talking about?"

"I can see you."

"What? Yami, you're at home. And unless I've missed a crucial and rather impossible detail about you being my next door neighbor and being able to see through your window and into mine, then that's not possible." For a split second he almost looked out the window but instead ignored the impulse. "So…you can't see me."

"Oh really now?" Yami purred sultrily. "Then how would I know that you're wearing sky blue flannel pajamas and have yet to take off that necklace I gave you earlier at the house?"

Yugi froze from where he was about to grab his first homework sheet, awkwardly glancing at his sleep clothes and then slowly running his fingers over the necklace of a small three-dimensional pyramid that Yami gave him when he pointed out how nice it was.

"Okay…that's…seriously creepy…"

"Do you know where I am?"

"Obviously not…" He went quiet for a moment, quickly glancing up at the sky through the skylight before looking out the window. "There you are!"

"What?" Yami shifted from his perch on the branch and stared in confusion. "You can't see me."

"Um, yes I can, Yami," Yugi found himself giggling as he pressed his free hand against the desk, tilting his head upwards some. "I can see your feet."

Yami twisted to see his feet, nearly unbalancing himself but managing to retain his grip at the last second, eyes wide as he leaned over to look at them and then at the window where Yugi's face was bright with laughter. For a moment he didn't move, blushing, and then glanced at his sneakers and back. "Fuck. Okay. Turn around and don't peek!"

Yugi burst out laughing and shook his head. "What are you doing here?"

"Yugi!" Yami snapped in a childish voice. "I said turn around and don't peek!"

The smaller teen rolled his eyes but turned around, humming softly as Yami scrambled to crawl up another branch and press himself flat against it, peering through the leaves just as Yugi started to turn his head.

"No peeking!"

Yugi jumped, laughing, and turned around again, smiling and shaking his head. "Ready yet?"

"Yeah."

The smaller teen turned around and caught sight of him almost immediately, but instead went about playing with him, murmuring, "I can't see you anymore. Where'd you go?"

Yami poked his head up and nearly fell off due to the fast movement, singing, "Here I am!" and laughing with him when Yugi shook his head with affectionate eyes and went about unlocking the window, sliding it open for him.

He barely managed to keep his footing in his haste to jump into his window, stumbling on the last bit and tumbling straight through the gap, falling into Yugi who yelped but burst out laughing and hugged him.

"You're not a very good stalker."

"…That's only because you're mine now. If you weren't, I would be forced to improve my stalking skills because I would be following you…everywhere."

Yugi giggled and pushed at his shoulders, Yami kissing his forehead before leaning back again and smiling at him brightly.

"What are you doing here anyways?"

"We went out for a family dinner and it's right down the street so I decided to take a 'bathroom break' and come over here."

"You can't be serious."

"No."

Yugi let out a sigh of relief, rolling his eyes. "So what are you really doing here?"

"I came to see my aibou, of course," he stated simply, moving to press a kiss to his forehead before looking at him. "Is that not okay? I mean, you haven't even been home more than thirty minutes so I know you aren't ready for bed just yet, right?"

"Of course it's okay, but I just…you could have given me a warning."

"Then I would be an even worse spy, duh."

Yugi shook his head. "I don't think they get much worse, Yami."

"…It's more brutal since you're actually using your filter this time," he drawled, raising an eyebrow before kissing his cheek and rolling his eyes, nuzzling his neck once.

"Sorry."

Soft lips trailed up the side of his throat to his jaw and found the corner of his mouth where Yugi unconsciously flicked his tongue out to wet his suddenly dry flesh and found himself suppressing a moan when Yami turned his head to brush lips with him. It was feather light at first, weightless and without much to it, their mouths just barely touching before Yugi leaned in and let his body take over, his mind whirling as the kiss grew to be more passionate. A hand of slender fingers lightly gripped his upper arm, pulling him closer so that he shivered in response as his mind went into overdrive and his body hummed with electricity that made his nerve endings tingle with intensity.

His fingers continued to tangle themselves in Yami's, pulling him closer and closer while the taller teen's drifted down his side and rested on his hip, playing with the hem of his shirt, lighting his body on fire.

And then the panic set in.

What did Yami expect from him?

Did he want more than he was willing to give?

He jerked backwards violently, Yami recoiling in response to the sudden movement, eyes wide and mouth opening slightly in confusion; the red gaze stared back at him in a dazed state, silently questioning and looking somewhat hurt and terribly alarmed.

Had he pushed too far?

But then, he'd let Yugi lead this kiss…

Surely it wasn't that he couldn't kiss well, right?

Hmm…

Oh crap, maybe it was his hand.

Damn, he really was a molesting pervert…

"Yugi?" I'm sorry…?

The smaller teen shook his head and gestured for the window. "You should, uh…p-probably go."

Yami frowned but nodded, not willing to push. "Yeah, all right." He paused, glancing out the window and then turning back. "Think your grandpa will mind if I use the front door?"

Yugi blinked a few times, about to ask how the hell he got in there before remembering the phone call and flushing, glancing over his shoulder and back. "No, probably not."

"He's not going to mind his sixteen-year-old grandson's boyfriend leaving his room in the middle of the night?" he asked incredulously.

"No. He'll…probably be very happy for me."

Yami opened his mouth to respond but ended up laughing instead, shaking his head and climbing to his feet, snorting. "See you tomorrow."

"Mm…"

---

Yugi walked in on the prank, mouth falling open as Jason Voorhees came around the corner with his machete and Mana screaming, running straight towards him and tripping over the Saran Wrap that had been placed on the walls.

The small teen took one look at the scene and ended up crying from laughing as Mana screamed again and then scrambled, getting her leg caught and glaring as Yugi kept cracking up, doubled over and crying while "Jason" stood there with his machete in his hand and arms crossed, staring at the two.

"Oh my god!" Yugi choked out, dropping to his knees and laughing harder, pointing at "Jason" and then Mana. "This—this is great!"

"Thank you, aibou. I thought it was great too," Yami snickered from where he was recording the scene from the balcony, phone in hand; Bakura pulled the mask off and took in a massive breath.

"Fucking thing is stuffy."

"I bet," Yami commented lightly, pocketing his phone and going down the stairs; his sister swatted at his shin but did nothing more to stop him from greeting Yugi with a small peck on the cheek and a gentle brush of their arms.

"Wait…I thought we were going costume shopping today…"

"We are," the silver-haired teen agreed, snorting at his blonde cousin who was now seated on the floor pouting. "But Yami and I were going through some old boxes in the guesthouse to see about more decorations and we found this and decided to pull a prank on Mana."

"Fucking assholes."

Yami snorted and he and Bakura shared a high-five before both of them headed into the kitchen with Yugi behind them.

"So…any specific costumes you guys had plans for?"

"Not really. Just whatever is left over," Yami murmured, spinning around and looking him over. "You still up for costume hunting today?"

Yugi nodded eagerly. "Yeah!"

"Good. Then at least one of us is enthusiastic about it," Bakura sniped, grabbing a box of cereal from the cabinets and cramming his hand inside.

"Aw fucking…! I liked that cereal!" Yami cried, whining loudly. "You just fucking killed my Reese's Puffs!"

"Dude, get your shit together," he grumbled, rolling his eyes. "You're like a girl with an angry beaver."

"Doesn't Mana have one of those?"

Yami and Bakura both gawked at him before laughing until they were sobbing and Yugi squeezed his eyes shut, scrunching his face up and covering it with his hand.

Oh dear gods, it was beginning early.

"Excuse me?" Mana barked loudly from behind him.

"It's okay!" he blurted out, spinning around. "Rebecca has one too! And Tea!"

"Oh shit!" Bakura howled.

"I'll show you an angry fucking beaver!"

"No! I don't like them!" Yugi cried out, waving his arms in front of his face in a weak defense. "I like the train, not the tunnel!"

Bakura spat his cereal across the floor and Yami grasped at the counter to hold himself up while Mana stopped short and stared in shock at the statement before looking at her brother and cousin and back again.

"Dear. Fucking. Ra. I don't even…" She shook her head slowly. "I don't…"

Yugi kept his hands over his face and shook his head, swallowing hard.

"I can't…"

"I thought the anger of the beaver would make her scarier."

Dear. Fucking. Gods.

"Yugi, aibou, please shut the fuck up. Before shit goes down. I don't think I can handle the angry beaver," Yami murmured, going over to his side to breathe the words in his ear and making him shake his head slowly. "Too tired."

"I'm not even on my period!" Mana cried angrily.

Both of them glanced at her and then turned away again to the smaller teen who continued shaking his head, keeping his mouth and eyes shut, biting his lip and refusing to speak again.

"You'd look like you had a penis if you were."

Yami froze and Bakura choked, laughing until he was sobbing, knees buckling and falling to the ground in a heap, Reese's Puffs spilling out of the overturned box.

"Oh fuck!" he cackled. "Yugi, if you ever break up with my cousin, I want you!"

"Fucking—what did we say about sharing?" Yami spat.

"…Maxi-pads do make us look like we have penises."

Yami clamped his hand over Yugi's mouth before he could open it again, shaking his head and kissing his temple. "I think it's about time that we went to the store for our costumes. Don't you, Bakura?"

"No, no, let's have him keep talking. Just—just—" He couldn't even get anymore out, laughing and rolling on the ground while Mana glared and huffed with her arms crossed and Yami sighed and buried his face in Yugi's neck while the smaller shook his head again.

"It's like the Hunger Games are playing on your insides," Yugi whispered suddenly.

"Dear fucking Ra."

"'May the odds be ever in your favor'," the small teen quoted, eyes zeroed in on Mana's abdomen.

"I love him!" Bakura spat out in his laughter, crawling across the floor and over to Yugi to hug his leg and sob loudly into his pants. "If you ever break up with him, I'll always want you."

"Wait, so if she's got an angry beaver…then that means she's not pregnant…right?" he asked, turning his head towards Yami. "She's still on Shark Week, right?"

"I was never pregnant!" Mana cried angrily. "Damn it, Yami, is that what you call my periods?"

"I never…" Yami trailed off and looked at Yugi for a long minute. "Have I ever talked to you about…?"

"No. I just thought that was what everyone called it."

"Oh."

"Gods, Yami, I'll murder you for this one."

Yugi ignored the ring of the words "this one".

---

"You know, Mana, all you have to do is keep crashing all the cars they buy you until they get you one you actually like," Bakura pointed out with a sly smirk, glancing sideways at Malik who smirked widely and nodded.

Yugi blinked once. "Isn't that wasting money?"

"They're loaded," Yami said dismissively, waving his left hand with a bored look and moving his hand on his stomach for a moment, kissing his cheek. "And besides, with all her bitching as it is, they're probably about to crack anyways. It'll make it easier for them. They'll probably get more from the insurance company than they will the actual dealership anyways. Doesn't matter if you only drove in it once—they act like you've had it for a million years and will only give you like a third of what you paid."

"Oh…"

"Time to focus on the costumes, thank you," Mana announced, cutting them all off.

Yami snorted in annoyance. "You were the one who brought it up in the first place!" and Yugi frowned slightly from his spot next to them as they walked inside and Malik ran ahead with Bakura caught by the wrist and grumbling something about Malik being a blowhard and how much he hated him.

Did he do something?

Mana wandered off to do her own shopping while Yugi and Yami split up from her and wandered the section where he could see Malik and Bakura but couldn't really do much to talk to them because they were too far to speak to without raising his voice to the point of almost shouting.

Yugi glanced at his boyfriend to find him with his arms crossed and head tilted to the side, eyes wide as he stared at a particularly weird costume; when he didn't turn to him the smaller boy let his blue-violet gaze spread out towards the row of costumes on display.

None of the pictures held a costume that he wanted to wear himself, not even for a day, frowning as he wandered a few steps and found himself staring at a certain black cloaked figure and a strange mask that made him frown in puzzlement; he didn't know who it even was. Wasn't the whole point of the holiday to dress up as someone you wanted to be?

"I wasn't aware you were part of an occult," Yami commented, making him jump a mile as he spun around to face him, eyes wide and cheeks taking on a small blush. "I wonder who you would worship."

But even with the light teasing, he couldn't find it in him to smile. "Yami, a-are you mad at me?"

"Mad at you?" he commented quietly, frowning slightly as he looked at him and shook his head. "Why would you ask me that?"

"I didn't mean to upset you. I…I…I'm sorry. I just…" He trailed off and looked down, starting to move along the aisle, frowning and swallowing hard as thoughts of how he was supposed to make it up to him crossed his mind; what did you do when your first boyfriend ever was upset at you? Did they have books on this?

"I want to know something, aibou."

The blue-violet-eyed teen looked over with wide eyes, slightly startled by the statement but quickly relaxing when he saw that Yami merely looked curious. "Sure, what is it?"

"Last night, in your room, you pulled away and told me to leave. I honestly thought you'd run before you even managed to get the words out." The small teen blushed furiously as he raised an eyebrow slowly. "What happened?"

"I…I just…I got a little…o-overwhelmed…" Yugi admitted, swallowing hard and blushing furiously with the statement.

Now that sounds more like it! Yami thought, smiling slightly. My kissing overwhelmed him. I am just that good.

He blinked once and barely resisted the urge to smack the heel of his palm against his forehead.

Are you trying to make this worse?

"I…overwhelmed you?" he repeated slowly, narrowing his eyes slightly in order to keep his expression from growing completely disbelieving altogether.

"I…it…Y-yeah?"

Yami smiled and shook his head before his eyes suddenly caught sight of something that had him grabbing Yugi's hand and pulling him along excitedly, pointing up at a picture about two shelves down from the ceiling with the weirdest costume he had honestly ever seen for a vampire.

"You know, if you just covered yourself in white glitter and got some of that instant-wash dye in orange, you could pass for that gay vampire."

It took him a minute before the words connected, furrowing his brow before turning back. "I thought he was straight."

"Pfft. They were totally fighting over each other. Bella was just there," Yugi snorted.

"Wait…what?"

"Totally. She's just selfish and completely oblivious to everything. The sexual tension between them was amazing."

"Oh fucking Ra. You choose that over Harry Potter?"

Yugi spun around and Yami jerked backwards from the hit of plastic against his cheek, the smaller teen hurrying to drop it back on the shelf and rubbing the small red mark that appeared despite the light tap he'd given him, realizing belatedly that Yami was blushing lightly. "Hell no. I hate them both," he drawled, laughing at the bewildered expression that crossed the taller teen's face. "But Tea made me read them with her so…"

"Oh."

"How do you even know about that series?"

Both of them muttered the answer, Yami like it was a curse while Yugi's was soft and thoughtful.

"Mana."

"You know what, Yugi?" he murmured, thoughtful, smiling slightly. "If you don't like the vampire costume, then pick one out for me and I'll do the same for you."

He went to respond but frowned, tilting his head before nodding slowly. "Yeah, okay. I saw a really scary one when we entered the store anyways," he announced, grinning as he grabbed his hand—wow, had they always been this warm?—and led him back towards the girl section.

Yami blanched from the sexual images all around him, grimacing at Catwoman and then Spider Girl and Bat Girl and Super Woman. Because, wow, Halloween was really starting to look like the slut's holiday.

Yugi had the perfect costume picked out, but his mind was going everywhere at the same time and now he found himself somewhat lost looking for the picture of the costume he had seen earlier, eyes widening as he pointed at something at random.

Yami's red eyes shot up to regard the image, widening drastically as blood pooled under his cheeks and he squirmed awkwardly in his spot; Yugi was almost afraid to see the thing that he was pointing at because he knew immediately it wasn't what he was supposed to be. Slowly his eyes drifted over and his own face turned dark red, mouth falling open at the very image.

The woman in the costume wore thigh length black fishnet stockings and a matching fishnet shirt draped just below her shoulders, with knee-length leather boots, black leather shorts that covered nothing and a simple leather tank top high above her bellybutton; hugging her hips was a black strap thong and perched on top of her blonde head was a black cat band with a matching cat tail.

"Wow," Malik murmured. "My kind of kid. Kinky cosplay galore. Good job, Yugi."

"I—I—t-that's not—" Embarrassment made him turn to the blond, pointing at the image and sputtering, "Did Catwoman look like that?"

"Goddamn it, Yami! You weren't even supposed to fucking tell him that!" Malik spat, glaring at his cousin before turning to the smaller boy with narrowed eyes. "I was fucking high, okay? You people—"

"Druggy!" Yugi screeched. "You're a druggy!"

"Dear fucking Ra."

"Could you get any louder?" Malik hissed. "I'm not sure they heard you in Alaska!"

"This costume is perfect," Bakura purred, making them look over with confused expressions, taking in his mischievous look and wondering what the hell he was up to. "But it's lacking one thing."

"Claws?" Yugi blurted out.

"Ooh, you really are a kink, aren't you? Like having those nails drag across your skin, huh?" the silver-haired teen snickered, wandering off.

"I—I—Cats have claws!" he spluttered, blushing furiously.

"Oh fucking hell." Yami muttered, covering his face with his hand and shaking his head.

Yugi covered his mouth after a second, biting his lips hard and shaking his head furiously, only to gawk when Bakura returned and a snapping noise echoed through the aisle as Yami jerked his head in his direction, the silver-haired teen snickering, "For the pet" before hooking a leash to the bright red collar with the single golden bell in the center and placing it forcefully in Yugi's right hand before slipping something in his left that Yugi was too afraid to look at immediately. "For the master."

"Okay, wait a second, why does he get two things and I only get one?" Yami demanded in a loud voice, not even thinking of what he was saying even as his eyes took in the object in his hand and his cheeks turned bright red.

"Masters have full control," his cousin stated, smirking and winking at Yugi before patting Mana and Malik's heads and saying, "We should go. Things are going to get a little rated R."

"We'll be outside," the blonde snickered, leading the way out with Yami's cousins following immediately after, both of them cracking up and sharing high-fives.

"Damn it, Bakura!" Yami spat, starting for the door to tear him a new one only to feel the collar around his neck tighten and his bell ring, eyes widening as he wondered if the leash had gotten caught on one of the racks or that maybe Yugi was still unconsciously holding it.

When he turned around he expected to find the smaller teen pouting or blushing or ready to fire off something else embarrassing but instead his eyes widened in shock when he found that Yugi had wrapped the bright red leather around his wrist in several loops with a devious expression on his face.

Yami let his eyes drop to the whip and dildo that Yugi had discarded on the ground, trailing his gaze back to the smaller teen who tugged lightly once, winking with a small blush as he laughed, "You know, Christmas is in two months. Think I could make Bakura do this again then?"

His mouth fell open and eyes widened drastically, hinging and unhinging his jaw multiple times before blinking repeatedly and swallowing hard once. "You little kink!"

The smaller teen whistled innocently, winked once, dropped the leash and then hurried off to the cash register with his own costume; Yami watched him disappear outside with a wave and wink and listened with disbelieving ears as Bakura and Malik howled with laughter and Mana cried, "That was the best prank ever!"

Son of a bitch.

---

"You kinky little shit," Yami muttered, pinning him against the wall with narrowed eyes and a wide smirk crossing his lips.

Yugi grinned and pushed him away, giggling as he ducked under his arm and started to walk around him, squealing when he caught him and pulled him closer, tickling him and kissing at his temples and forehead. "Yami!"

"Who knew that you had it in you?" he teased, spinning him around to push him against the wall again, raising an eyebrow.

The smaller teen would have been scared in any other situation but was laughing now, going to press small kisses against the edges of his mouth and try to push him away again. "Obviously they did when they set me up to it."

"So then it wasn't just you, huh?"

"Oh no, it was, Yami," he murmured, looking at him and winking playfully. "But I had to get Bakura and Malik to play along with me."

"How did you even…?"

He reached up and tapped him on the nose, smiling fondly when his nose wrinkled and a mirroring curve claimed Yami's lips. "I knew Bakura could find something if I told him what store to look at."

Yami rolled his eyes and went about licking at the shell of his ear, purring softly. "You drive me crazy sometimes."

Yugi would have teased him but something kept pressing at the back of his mind and he couldn't ignore it anymore. "Yami, yesterday, at school, when we were at the table…you said…I mean…um…w-who was your first?"

"First?"

"Yeah, your…first."

"Are you asking me if I've had sex already?"

Yugi nodded and ducked his head, staring at the ground while Yami sighed loudly and went about tickling him with his right hand, laughing as Yugi squealed and squirmed, struggling to get out of his grip. "Well, I haven't, aibou."

"W-what?" he choked out, crumpling when he pulled his hand back slightly; the red eyes grew twice their size at the reaction, staring blankly before he furrowed his brows and frowned.

"Ra, are you okay?"

Yugi looked up at him, half caught between the sensation of laughing out loud in relief and the expression on his face and the urge to cry from worrying so much and pushing him away and making this situation so awkward. He moved to brace himself against the side of the guesthouse and got to his feet after a moment, eyes wide.

"I…y-yeah. I just…I thought…"

"Why? I thought you already knew—"

"What you said yesterday!" Yugi cried, throwing his arms up dramatically and making Yami take a step back as if he expected him to smack him. "During lunch you said—"

"It was a joke!" he exclaimed, eyes wide. "I didn't think you took that to heart…Ra, no wonder you've been acting so weird."

"I always act weird!"

Yami burst out laughing at the frustrated outburst and Yugi huffed, cheeks red with embarrassment and frowning at his lack of control of his mouth; the taller teen shook his head in amusement. "Yeah, but it's endearing."

His face turned bright red and he was pretty sure his ears had taken up the color now as well, embarrassment at the idea hitting him with another massive shot of red blood pooling beneath his skin.

God, he must have looked like a tomato by now.

"I would say more cherry popsicle. It's brighter. And delicious. I hate tomato."

"Oh," he moaned, shaking his head and covering his face. "I didn't mean to—"

"Would you calm down, aibou? If I was upset, I wouldn't be here with you right now, would I?" he commented, snorting in amusement as the blue-violet-eyed teen ducked his head and continued shaking it. "Calm down, little one. Besides, I don't think that sex is really what you're supposed to be talking about on Halloween of all days. It sounds…more like a Thanksgiving kind of thing."

"H-how would that be…?" he sputtered, looking up incredulously.

"It's like…giving thanks…but with your body," he murmured, nodding enthusiastically. "Like, thank Ra you have a penis and I have one and thank Ra they work—or maybe they don't and we should test them out in order to give thanks because why not? I mean, really. Why not? And! If you already know they work, then you have sex and then you can give thanks at the table for your working organ and—"

"Please stop," he gasped out, blushing furiously even as his fingers covered Yami's mouth and he shook his head pleadingly.

Yami smiled against his fingers, kissed them once, and then stepped back twice, giving him a little more room to think, turning his head and wondering at whether or not his cousins had done something stupid yet. He just hoped that the decorations they had put up before and after his visit to Yugi's were still up.

"So do you…do you want to…you know…sleep with me?"

Yami snorted in amusement but did nothing to correct his phrasing, instead stating, "Fuck yes! And when we do have sex, I'm going to fuck you so hard that the guy who can pull me out again is going to become the next king of England!"

Yugi sputtered breathlessly but burst out laughing, shaking his head even though his face was too hot and left him feeling as if he were boiling and his mouth opened to blurt out, "Excalibur?" while his eyes unconsciously raised themselves to Yami's crotch.

The red-eyed teen burst out laughing. "Are you staring?"

"N-no!"

"Right."

"…He doesn't look like much."

He clapped his hands over his mouth and looked at him, gaping behind his palms while Yami raised an eyebrow, crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes.

"It's the pants. You get him out of them and he's almost too big to get back in."

Yugi was trembling with laughter now, face heating up more as he slid his palms further up his face and covered his eyes.

"You should sleep over some day."

"I feel like you would dry hump me in my sleep."

Yami burst out laughing at the mortified expression that crossed his face, only caught by the way that Yugi snatched his hands away from his face and stared at them as if they had spoken instead of him.

"Oh my god."

"It's so true though."

He shook his head and reached up to cover himself again, clenching his eyes shut and pinching his entire face in an effort not to respond anymore, but it was so hard not to and he was struggling.

"I could just imagine it happening too. We'd be asleep and then suddenly—"

"You pervert!" he cried, red-faced and laughing. "You're fantasizing about molesting me in my sleep!"

Yami was quiet for a moment and then lowered his voice, leaning forward to whisper, "So you haven't noticed all the other times?" and cracking up when Yugi squeaked and threw his hands from his face, startled, before he started laughing softly and glared playfully.

"Stop that! I might be forced to file for a restraining order!"

The red-eyed teen narrowed his eyes for a second. "How many feet away from you?"

Yugi started to say two but then stopped and crossed his arms. "One hundred."

Yami waggled his eyebrows. "Only one hundred? Not much of a restraining order." He leaned forward, whispering softly again. "There are a lot of things you can do…even from a hundred foot distance."

"I don't think you can shoot that far!" he blurted before looking horrified again.

Yami choked and doubled over, cracking up. "Oh my Ra!"

---

"Is that…? Fucking hell, Bakura, you aren't supposed to use a real knife!"

"It wouldn't look authentic otherwise," the silver-haired teen replied, looking his knife over.

"Ra fucking…This is why we don't ever let you out of the house anymore!" Yami spat.

"Fucking psycho," Malik commented, shaking his head.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Seto growled. "You're the one who gave him the idea!"

Yugi burst out laughing with Mana while Bakura snorted and Malik blushed furiously while Yami shook his head and sighed loudly, grumbling, "First you fucking try to kidnap a woman wearing leather while calling her Catwoman while you were high on Novocaine and now you're giving Bakura ideas? Are you fucking shitting me, Malik?"

Mana fell against Yugi, laughing until she was sobbing while Yugi laughed harder and shook his head, covering his mouth with his hand.

"Actually, Novocaine isn't used anymore and—"

"Beside the point, Seto. Beside. The. Point."

"I remember why I hate hanging out with you idiots again," the brunet hissed out, rolling his eyes. "One of you is a fucking pervert, the other is an easily influenced idiot, and the other is a registered kidnapping police-car-chasing asshole."

Yugi snorted in laughter and Yami gave his cousin an affronted look. "I prefer molester. A certified molester. Thank you, very much."

"It sounds more official," the smaller boy put in.

"Dear god, you've convinced him it's natural."

"Perverseness is not a crime," Yami replied with an indignant snort. "It is a disease. And all sexually suppressed teenage males suffer from it. Thank you, very much, dear cousin."

"Fucking smartass pervert. It's a goddamned curse."

Yugi started laughing while Yami glared but shrugged, smirking slightly.

---

Yugi sat with his pumpkin, which he and Yami had carved to have the seeds falling out of an open mouth so that it looked like a sick drunk vomiting all over the yard outside; Bakura and Malik had made one of theirs eating a smaller one and little tinier ones were all spread around, some with their tops chopped off and others not so much. Mana had turned hers into a witch and Mokuba turned his into a Duel Monsters card with Seto, the two of them making up a Blue-Eyes White Dragon.

Bakura had gone about taking up residence in the entrance to the haunted house portion of the decorated guesthouse and stood posed as a mannequin, lunging with his knife when he got too bored and people got too complacent with the house. Yami had gone about dressing Mr. Fuzzy and Milky Way at Mana's expressed demand. Seto and Mokuba were in charge of the special effects. Mana, of course, was handing out candy dressed up as a witch with candy cane stockings and a wand.

Yugi was happily eating some of the spilled candy from Bakura's scaring visitors into nearly dropping their bags which knocked all of their candy everywhere; vaguely he wondered if Joey and the others were having fun at their party but not enough so that he truly cared, instead smiling and going about watching Yami as he played with Milky Way in the yard, the laser pointer working well on the grass as far as the cat was concerned. She went flying, dressed as a pumpkin, and continuously climbed the tree and jumped off and climbed again, chasing that little dot.

The one time that Yami pointed it at himself she had gone shooting straight into him, climbed up his chest and perched on his shoulder, scanning before leaping down for the dot again as he pointed it off. Yugi hadn't really gone over there to see her up close because her eyes still freaked him out.

Especially in the dark.

Those ringlets of gold and slivers of green set against that vibrant blue were so freaky when they glowed in the darkness.

He smiled as Yami pointed the laser at him and Milky Way tore off towards him, the taller teen laughing as Yugi shook his head and caught the cat as she pounced into his lap with her paws on his crotch, staring at where the dot had been moments before. Her tail flicked and a confused look crossed her face as she looked up at him, making him laugh as he stroked her head and felt her arch beneath his hand.

"She looks good as a pumpkin, right?"

Yugi laughed softly and smiled at his boyfriend who lazily took a seat next to him and stole a piece of candy from the pile next to him. "She's adorable."

"Damn straight."

"Oh, oh, don't eat the yellow Reese's!" he cried when he spotted the bag that Yami was starting to open. "I love the yellow!"

Yami arched an eyebrow but didn't argue, instead snorting and petting his cat who moved to lay across Yugi's lap, tail curled around her body as she purred softly under his touch. "Hmm, well, let's see. We had our pumpkin carving contest."

"Your parents are so mean," he cried before he could stop himself. "They didn't even say who won! No, they decided that they would be nice and just let everyone be winners!"

Yami snickered and leaned over to kiss his temple. "They decided they would do it for you. Didn't want you knowing that I'm their favorite," he teased.

Yugi went about reaching to sink his hands into Yami's hair, smiling when the teen stared at him in confusion for a moment before grinning lopsidedly and kissing his cheek "I'm not surprised."

"I know. I'm the best."

He scoffed and pushed him away. "No, I meant that your parents liked me enough to do that. I mean, who doesn't like me?"

"You know, you're a little cheeky all of the sudden."

"I'm always cheeky," he giggled, stretching his lips into the widest smile he could muster. "I am always, always cheeky. It just…isn't noticeable behind the random outbursts."

"How unfortunate."

"Isn't it?"

"Then we picked out costumes and I learned that you're a kinky little thing."

Yugi blushed. "Only sometimes!"

"We picked out candy—"

"Do you think there will be any left?"

"Probably. Mom always buys more than needed," Yami replied. "We set up the house and the maze, dressed up Mr. Fuzzy as a miniature Robin Hood."

"Milky Way looks cuter," he muttered, looking at the she-cat curiously. "Plus you can see her in the dark."

"So true. And Bakura gets to pretend to butcher people for a day while Mokuba plays the victim to Malik's Jigsaw Killer prank in the back."

Yugi giggled. "He just wanted to ride the tricycle."

"Well duh," Yami teased, looking at the candies in his hand.

The smaller teen turned back to the cat in his lap; she was still possessed, no matter what Yami said.

"So," Yami snickered, grabbing his hand and dropping several of the yellow Reese's into his palm. "What was the scariest thing of the night?"

Yugi didn't hesitate.

"Milky Way's eyes."

Yami threw his head back, laughing.

"You're laughing but I'm serious. That shit is creepy. She looks possessed."

"It's because she's mine. Uniqueness seems to draw my attention the most."

Yugi blushed at the statement and ducked his head, making him laugh harder.

"Maybe next Halloween I should dress up as Harry Potter."

"I hate Harry Potter."

Yami laughed some more even as he pressed a kiss to his smaller boyfriend's forehead and gripped his hand tightly.

---

OKAY! So, thoughts? Was it okay? Not so good?

And, in the next part (Yeah, fourth part) Malik and the "Catwoman" ordeal will be explained more thoroughly.

ANYWAYS! Happy Halloween :) Stay safe with whatever it is you decide to do. Which means no poisoning children because you could end up in jail with "Gorilla Face" rubbing her legs all over yours, no speeding because you could end up having a high-low speed chase going on with the cops, and no attacking random people because they might just attack you back. If you get kinky, make sure to have a whip and dildo and role-play as a cat. Cause what is Halloween without that?