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Sweet as Honey

Being away from school hadn't affected Jaden's attendance record. That was either because his older brother played one of the biggest authority figures in the city or because the city was too occupied with recovery to notice. Jaden and his younger stepbrother Syrus returned to the city a month after Zane sent them away.

Everything changed. Nothing was the same. The driver drove Jaden and Syrus silently through the cluttered streets, seeing piles of broken buildings, shattered windows and limping citizens carrying evidence of the attack Jaden and his brother missed. When Zane was asked about what happened, he scowled at Jaden and sternly said that Jaden should be grateful that he wasn't around to know.

Their home remained undamaged, not a blade of grass out of place, but the front door had streaks of graffiti slashed across the front door. The driver investigated the entire area before allowing the teens to venture inside and readjust to their home. However, Jaden stalled behind to take in the scene of the neighboring homes surrounding his. Rows of burnt down houses or vacant lots, populated the area now, as if not even ghosts would resided here. It was terribly quiet. No cars were in the driveways or parked along the curbs. He'd never seen the neighborhood look so desolate, not even on Friday nights.

Gathering his luggage, Jaden made his way to the house. He climbed up the porch stairs, lugging his carrying case behind when it stumbled over. The handle flopped over, but didn't produce the loud thump he expected. That's when Jaden noticed a folded piece of clothing, a jacket from the looks of it.

Kneeling down he pushed aside the handle and lifted the jacket. He recognized it instantly, rubbing his thumbs over the slightly stained collar. Jaden's senses overwhelmed with the collective odors wafting to his nose. Woodsy, smoky and . . . still sweet.

"Yusei." Jaden felt the surge of pleasure bloom in his body just from whispering the name of the teen he still craved like air. He felt something for Jesse, he did, but the connection they shared didn't hold a candle to the passion and intimacy grown between Jaden and Yusei. God, he missed that boy so much. And to think, he'd been here. He'd come here to visit, maybe to make sure Jaden was OK.

Jaden hadn't been here to assure him. The brunet brought the blazer to his face, inhaled the deeply rooted smells, and held it to his chest. Now, he had no idea how Yusei was doing. Was he alive? Would he ever come back? Where was he now?

Those questions plagued Jaden's mind every day for another month. He'd taken to wearing Yusei's jacket every day, holding this minuscule ray of hope that it'd magically draw his ex-lover back. The breakup Jesse hadn't been easy, but it was for the best. It wasn't fair to Jesse to be attached to someone whose heart belonged to someone else.

Jaden quietly entered his Pre-Calculus class, absently noting the school's population steadily growing. Students were coming out of hiding and returning to resume their studies. He didn't expect the school's attendance to be the same again. Large amounts of young people were among the list of victims from the slaughter Jaden had to learn about from the few friends who had survived. He listened attentively for Yusei's name and thanked God he never heard his name mentioned.

Taking his seat by the window, Jaden placed his book bag by his foot and slid into his desk. His actions were robotic, taking out his supplies and neatly setting them in place on top of his desk. It was going to be another day resembling the previous ones. The teacher called order to the class as the final school bell hummed over the intercom.

Jaden turned his book to chapter nineteen and flipped his notebook to the page with his scribbled homework. He bowed his head, half listening to the lesson and the rest of his mind indulging itself in wild memories of Yusei.

"Excuse me, you have an extra pen?"

Jaden's shoulders slumped. He was missing Yusei so much, the guy's voice was ringing crystal clear in his ear. He really needed to get a grip. School wasn't the place to be having romantic thoughts or worrying about his welfare. Knowing Yusei, he was fine somewhere . . . probably with someone who had the patience to deal with his lifestyle.

"Jaden? . . . Damn. . . you don't wanna talk me to either? Baby I'm—"

Jaden sucked in so hard his lungs shriveled. That husky, sensual deep voice kept on speaking and yet, he couldn't bring himself to turn around. Maybe he was going crazy and if so, he didn't want this craziness to leave him. There was no way that he was hearing who he thought he heard. He didn't know how he'd handle it.

The owner of that voice tapped his shoulder and then that hand was cupping and gently squeezing it.

Jaden shuddered as a harsh choke clogged his throat.

The hand snatched away as if struck by electricity. "I'm sorry. . ." he mumbled as if afraid. "I didn't think, ya know—after some time—I thought, maybe hoped. . . we could. . . Jay—"

Jaden whipped around, locking his chocolate brown eyes with solemn dark blue. His heart leapt to his brain and fell to his toes. He was scared to breathe, scared to speak. If he did, he just knew the image of Yusei wearing the school uniform, neatly combed hair and uneasy smile would disappear.

Yusei's fingers nervously overlapped the other, a red tint spreading over the bridge of his nose. His crooked smile lifted on the side. His face looked battered, his cheeks slightly sunken in. Small cuts littered over his jaw, forehead, and beneath his shirt collar there were peeks of his collarbone revealing more injuries. But he was safe. He was alive. He was talking.

With a growing sense of rightness in the world and the fact that good things really do come to those who wait for it, Jaden finally stood from his chair and wrapped his arms tight around Yusei's neck. He squeezed and smelled, stabbing his nose into Yusei's neck because the sensual smell of his skin and the feel of his hair under his cheek was real.

The entire class was gazing at them like they were spectators to a private affair. The teacher loudly cleared his throat for attention to be brought back to the front of the classroom and politely ordered Jaden and Yusei to leave the classroom. After the horrors that took place days ago, the teacher didn't hold it against any of his students if they suddenly found out one of their friends were alive.

Jaden didn't let go of Yusei as the older teen stood, wrapping one arm around the brunet's waist and carefully weaving them through the desks and towards the door. Once outside and alone, Yusei wrapped his other arm around Jaden's body and held him close. God, he missed this boy so much. Seeing him, feeling him, smelling him, it was like coming back home.

"I missed you," Yusei whispered against Jaden's temple, crinkling his fingers over his jacket. "Oh baby, I missed you so much. You know how many times I dreamed of holdin' you like this?"

Jaden suddenly huffed and pushed at Yusei's chest, backing away. He held out his hand when Yusei reached out for him, expression clearly confused.

"Gimme a sec," Jaden's tearful voice slurred. "It's been a minute, OK? Let me get myself together." He gave his ex-lover his back and gathered his wits, cleaning off his face with the end of his jacket sleeves and taking in several deep breaths. After he made sure he could speak without breaking down like a woman, Jaden spun around on the ball of his heel and faced Yusei with renewed courage.

Except that courage crumbled like dry mud when he saw Yusei's hands shoved in his pockets, head turned to the side and bowed, shoulders hunched. This wasn't the arrogant person Jaden knew. Who was this person?

Yusei's blue eyes nervously lifted and darted to the ground. "I'm on my own now," he mumbled.

Hope swelled in Jaden's chest, but all he managed to get out was a weak. "Oh."

"The family had a meet up and gave some of us a chance to opt out. The money's good, the protections nice . . . but none of that shit matters if I don't have you to share it with." Yusei scratched behind his head. "Atem said he'd help me find a job, and a place to stay. I can find a job somewhere, and finish school. Then I figure if you're still available by then that we can start over?" He looked up, full of hope and meets Jaden's candy brown eyes.

A radical thrill boomed inside Jaden like none he'd ever felt in his life. Thankfully, he revealed nothing on his face and folded his arms across his chest, lifting his chin and narrowing his eyes.

"All you're good for is breaking promises, Yusei. What makes this one any better than the rest? They sound like a bunch of empty words to me."

Yusei's shoulders deflated of the little pent up bravery he had to face his ex and shook his head. "I didn't do right by you when we were together. I fucked up, I get that. But I'm serious now. I'm ready to change and be the kind of man who treats you like the king you are. All I'm askin' for is one chance, just one. I swear I won't mess up because—I-I can't live my life without you, Jaden. That kind of existence ain't for me." Once he started, the words kept pouring out of him like vomit and now, all he could do was watch and wait for a reply.

Jaden was merciless. "Jesse always came when I called him over. As far as I know, he never lied to me; he was nice to all of my friends and even said he loved me every night." Then Jaden added an extra detail he knew would get Yusei's blood boiling. "And he wasn't a bad lover either."

Yusei's fingers flexed on impulse, rolling inside his pockets. Every muscle in his arms tensed and his lips pulled tight across his mouth. His temper flared, but he didn't react. At least, not the way Jaden expected him to. "I deserve that."

"I didn't say that to make you feel bad, Yusei." Jaden stepped up, using the tip of his finger to lift Yusei's chin, forcing their eyes to meet. "Jesse did something that you never did. He gave me a sense of security. You loved me, I know. You never said but to me, but you didn't have to. I knew you from the way you took care of me. I just want you to be there. I want to go to sleep at night knowing you'll be OK. Just once, when I get a phone call, I don't want to afraid to answer because it might be Zane asking me to identify your body because you don't have any family. I don't want to be scared for you anymore. If you can prove to me you're willing to change, I don't see why we can't start over."

Yusei's shoulders sagged with relief. His hands came up and covered over the smaller one holding his chin. "I can do everything you asked and then some." He kissed Jaden's palm. "Anything for you, baby. Anything." He leaned in, message clear.

Jaden chuckled and tip toed up to leave a lingering peck. "That's all you're getting," he mumbled on Yusei's mouth before stepping back. "For now anyway. You have a lot to make up for."

"Right . . . how long?"

"Long enough." Jaden playfully tapped Yusei's nose and started pulling him towards the classroom. "Let's get the basics out of the way first. We'll work on us, finish school, and fill out college applications."

Yusei smiled. He loved how 'we' sounded. He let himself be tugged towards the beginning of his promise to Jaden and secretly thanked his lucky stars for this opportunity. Jaden's sneaky grin sent a jolt of heat to Yusei's belly. Seeing those gorgeous eyes sparkle with promise of misconduct, Yusei knew he wasn't going to mess up this time.

"I lied by the way," Jaden mused, stalling outside the class.

Yusei paused. "About what?"

"Jesse being a better lover," Jaden answered simply with an added shrug. "Poor guy never made it to home plate."

Yusei grinned as if his birthday came early. Life could only get better from here.

Two Months Later. . .

Graduation turned into a splendid event. The majority of Domino arrived in large throes, eager to witness the city's new generation cross the stage and step into the new adventure called life. One by one they stood when the principal loudly announced their names over the microphone and whichever diploma as well as rewards they earned throughout their high school years. Yugi's knees bounced vigorously under his navy cotton robes, fingers fiddling with the white silk sash around his neck. Three braided ropes—a blue and white one for baseball, red and orange for highest grade in social studies and a purple and yellow one for being voted as Most Likely to Succeed— were also dawned around his shoulders.

All of the students waited their whole lives for this moment. It was a sad time still when some would glance around themselves, expecting to see friends they grew up with, but instead saw only empty chairs with the deceased's sown robes, sash and ropes neatly thrown over the seat of the chair in their honor. The class size and decreased in a quarter of its size, but the students wouldn't let that get them down. Those who managed to survive and make it this far knew it was fate that they reached this time in their lives. For Yugi, it was a time of passing. His plans were already charted out before him.

He decided to go with the Atlanta Braves after having a scheduled meeting with the coach. He'd begin training camp in the summer with the rest of the rookies. Tristan would transfer to New York and build his reputation with the team there. Ryou, having suffered a loss to great to bare had taken his diploma and left without a word to anyone. He glanced at Yugi, a soft smile and small wave as he passed by and gave the same silent farewell to Tristan.

"Yugi Samuel Muto!"

Yugi couldn't hide the jitters in his legs if he tried. Gulping back the gigantic ball of nerves in his throat, he stood to the vibrating roar of the audience applauding for their local hero's achievement. That roll of nerves slam-dunked in Yugi's stomach as he robotically made his way up to the small stairwell and onto the stage. The principal smiled, holding out Yugi's diploma and offered his other hand to shake. Yugi offered his sweaty palm, grinning sheepishly when the slick wetness made contact with the older man. Yugi shook hands with the vice-principal, the school counselor and his coach before descending the stairs on the other side.

A new sensation flushed him as his feet touched the tile floor. He was a man now, ready to face the world. There were hardships, trials, and tribulations he went through during this last year, but he pulled through. And through it all, he found love, and closure to his brother's secrets. Facing the audience, Yugi's eyes immediately sort out his grandfather's and waved his diploma in glee.

Atem and Yami were likely hiding out elsewhere, somewhere in the stands. Yugi knew. He could feel their penetrating eyes burning right through him. His heart tapped like a snare drum at the prospect of what was to come. Tonight would be special. There wouldn't be any barriers between them, no holding back.

Retaking his seat, Yugi sighed, relieved to have that ordeal out of the way. A large hand clapped on his shoulder and Yugi's hand reached over to cover the top. He smiled, squeezing Tristan's fingers. He had his best friend back too, and was glad to hear his relationship with Joey was going to go another step tonight as well.

The final student crossed the stage at last. The principal called order to the auditorium, delivering the final speech, praises and condolences to the loss lives of the young. Then, he officially declared the Class of 2013 as graduates of Domino City High School.

Hundreds of navy blue hats flew in the air, followed by cheers and screams. Hugs were exchanged amongst the friends, hands shook and tears shed. Yugi had his hair roughly rubbed and found himself caught in half a dozen headlocks from his teammates.

Yugi took it all like a sport, giving it as much as it was given. In the midst of waving sleeves and wiggling robes, he saw two pairs of eyes, devilishly gleaming from the lower level hall. The split second he caught sight of them, Yami winked and Atem blew an air kiss. Yugi was floored, but intrigued. He bounced his eyebrows at the pair before going back to the celebration. He'd deal with the two of them soon enough.

A quiet dinner was arranged at the Shay la Belle. Atem set up the arrangements, scheduled the private night only for selected family and friends, and Yami ordered outfits for everyone from one of the local tailoring businesses. For Yugi he handpicked a red cotton vest, an off-white button up, lower rider acid wash grey jeans, and high top grey/black Jordan True Flight shoes. Yami and Atem were flip flop outfits. Where Yami wore a black gear up vest, red plaid shirt, and black wash jeans stuffed in red high top Forces, Atem wore a white gear up vest, blue plaid shirt and grey black wash jeans stuffed in blue high top Forces. As for Kisara, when the doctor finally permitted her healthy enough to leave the hospital she had a hand in picking out her Baby Phat outfit: a dream girl Isobel top with a pink heart necklace, dark blue skinny leg jeans, pink baby doll shoes, and white diamond stud earrings.

Tristan and Joey stayed long enough to say hello and good-bye. Some of Yugi's teammates lingered longer, mostly because of how animated Kisara tend to get when asked about anything.

She was particularly taken with Yugi's friend, Trevor Williams. Their conversation went from discussing how nasty boys were to the business she had with her Barbie dolls. Solomon and Dr. Hawkins hit it off well, sharing stories of their children and grandchildren.

It was a fun, relaxed time. Yugi provided most of the chatter between himself, Atem and Yami, and desperately tried to get Yami to associate with the rest of the guests, but it wasn't happening. Not even Atem could tempt the Red Eyes Leader to mumble a word. The party lasted well past Kisara's curfew. She wasn't pleased about that being the excuse as to why the party had to come to a close.

After dropping off Solomon, they drove to Yami's home base since it was closest. Kisara was a sleep by the time the car was parked in the drive thru. Yugi's anticipations for tonight were nerve wracking. The sharp looks and seductive glares from his older lovers spoke volumes of how intense the night would be.

As they entered the quiet, dark mansion, Atem carried Kisara to one of the spare bedrooms downstairs, while Yugi and Yami ascended the winding flight of stairs.

Yugi took the lead and suddenly sucked breathlessly when he felt Yami's fingers flutter up the inside of his thigh. Up and down Yami stroked his fingers between Yugi's legs, stopping short of touching his crotch each time. They reached the top stair, Yugi barely able to support himself on his weakened legs. He reached for the railing, but found his wandering hand caught in Yami's grasp.

Yugi quivered ever so slightly when Yami moved his hands around and clutched Yugi's stomach, tugging him back. He slowly and deliberately flexed and stroked his long digits over the cottony material hiding Yugi's belly and rested his chin between the junction of Yugi's shoulder and neck.

"You're shaking," Yami's breath was warm against the teen's neck, and the rush of it peppered goosebumps across his skin. "You scared?"

Yugi's eyes slipped closed. "No. . . No, I'm good."

"Then what is it?" Yami skated his palms across the curve of Yugi's sides and down to his narrow hips, pulling just so the hint of his erection brushed the seam of his pants. Then he turned his face enough so that his nose brushed Yugi's jaw. "Nerves?"

"More or less." The excitement boiled inside Yugi as hot as brimstone. "Don't think I'm chickin' out though. I'm ready for this."

"Mm mmm." Yami nuzzled under Yugi's jaw and applied a hot, wet kiss to his skin. His tongue peeked out between his lips, moistening the spot under Yugi's ear, digging his nose deeper.

A groggy moan dragged from Yugi's throat as Yami's supple lips pressed harder, rougher kisses in the dip of Yugi's collarbone. Yugi squirmed, Adam's apple bouncing like a basketball, as he covered Yami's hands over his hips and lolled his head back on Yami's shoulder. They moved, swaying as one in a rolling grind, Yugi's settling his jean clad behind on Yami's overheated arousal. The heat circulating through the jean material was mindboggling, as if he weren't wearing a stitch of clothing.

Sometime in the middle of their movements, Yami directed their weaving hips into a flow of tiny steps. Yugi didn't notice until his face was pressed into the wall, chest, groin and all.

"Yami," he whispered, a bit unsure as to what would happen next.

He got his answer when Yami eagerly pressed his mouth onto the tempting flesh. His hands reached around, further unbuttoning Yugi's shirt, drawing the fabric off his shoulder. Yugi gasped to the violent craving evident in those soaking kisses and threw his head back. Yami immediately claimed Yugi's parted lips with an open mouth kiss and a deep thrust of his tongue. Yugi twisted his upper torso without breaking the kiss and wrapped his arm around Yami's neck.

Yugi's spine felt like rubber, arching into Yami's chest, rolling his hips and using his other hand to guide Yami's free hand to his painfully straining dick. A hard, taunting squeeze zapped most of the strength out of Yugi's legs. The burning intensity coiled and recoiled violently where Yami's hand massaged. Never had he felt this degree of heat blistering inside, so desperate to douse it out but keep it burning.

Every nerve fiber in Yugi's body begged and screamed when Yami's hand slide between the hem of Yugi's jeans and his skin. But oh, did he shout in their kiss when Yami's knee pushed between his legs. It hurt so good. Yugi's eyes rolled to the back of his head, sighing miserably.

"Touch me—t-touch me, please," Yugi fiercely whispered, kissing and sucking Yami's bottom lip between words.

Yami didn't want words; he wanted Yugi's mouth and sought it out, biting on his bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth. Heavy breathing exhaled through Yami's nostrils like a raging bull as his hand wrestled with Yugi's jean buttons, roughly tugging the pants down around Yugi's ankles. Like an animal famished from hunger, Yami's hand seized Yugi's dick and with one flick, his mouth fell open in an agonized gasp.

Yami's growl sounded like the roar of a distant storm as he snapped his wrist up, and down, up and down, fingers fastened unbelievably tight. Saliva dribbled from the corner of Yugi's mouth, his hands spasmed, flexing open and close, chest heaving as if he couldn't catch his next wind. How long had he been waiting this intensity? The overwhelming magnitude just, just seemed to unleash this need to experience it. Yami's savagery terrified Yugi and, yet spiraled a wild desire to have the older man be as harsh as he wanted.

Yugi panted, jerk with every snatch of his dick, the clutching pressure ripped a lusty sobs out of him. His toes curled inside his shoes. Pleasure skyrocketed in his groin, gathering in his nut sack like hot wax. The fear and thrill of Yami's aggression staggered radical sensations in Yugi's legs, muscles contracting violently. He tried to dig his ass into Yami's crotch because his hand seemed to touch every millimeter of him, merciless and cruel.

"Ah, fa-uck, ah shit-t!" Yugi clawed at the wall. The noises the skin to skin contact made Yugi hang his head in sheer bliss. He was on the verge of leaping out of his skin as the orgasmic ripples threatened to steer him down a road of completion—but Yami's hand fell away like dead weight right as the pulse tickled the tip of Yugi's dick.

Yugi's mind went through a marathon of distress. 'What the hell is he doing?!' Yugi was about five seconds from letting off on Yami like a 9 mm set to rapid fire. That was his initial thought process as he turned his hazy, lust-glossed eyes over his shoulder. He opened his mouth to protest, but maybe it was better to observe the scene unfolding behind him instead of interrupting.

Atem's presence had appeared like a mist, quiet and mysterious while Yami and Yugi were busy. He stood with his large calloused hands in two vital o-zones on Yami's body; Atem's right hand massaged Yami's hefty pectoral and Atem's left hand concealed inside the front of Yami's pants. Yugi could make out the jerky motions in the dark and hear the throaty grunts, muffled by wet, slurpy kissing.

Atem opened his eyes directly on Yugi. They pierced the teen like a sword and the sizzle in Yugi's belly catapulted to a boiling point. As the older man pleasured Yami, fondling his dick and sucking on his tongue, Atem never broke eye contact with Yugi. He was ruthless with Yami's mouth, brutal with his lower extremities.

Yami ground himself into Atem's hand, smashing his groin hard into the touch. It was the kind of scene Yugi pictured numerous times. Tipping back his head, Yugi couldn't stand it any longer. His fingers slithered down the front of his stomach, nails tracing his abdominals until they brushed over his flushed erection. His index sidled up the shaft, following a wandering vein and around the foreskin covering his red head.

The tiniest touch stimulated him like a virgin. Coiling his fingers around his dick, Yugi flicked his wrist and jerked in time with the strokes applied. His eyes crossed and blurred from the electrifying tingles. Unable to hold the weight of pleasure flooding him, Yugi hung his head and rotated his hand up and down fast, choking up beads of pre-cum. Buzzes clogged his ears, airy gasps came faster, and shivers seemed to travel in his navigate into every sensitive pore of his body.

Then Yugi felt it, that powerful, unstoppable force ramming to his lower half like a freight train. Raising to the tip of his toes, Yugi thrust his head back and strained a cry through his clench teeth. The sound echoed for a long time as his hips involuntarily rocked in his hand. When he caught his breath, shaking and struggling to find balance, the echoing cry kept sounding off in his ears.

He glanced over his shoulder. That extra noise was from Yami climbing from his own euphoric high. Yami's body frazzled like a doused fuse, and leveled his head from where it'd been resting on Atem's shoulder.

Atem rumbled something in Yami's ear. They both looked at Yugi ominously. Yami disappeared down the hall first, keeping his gaze glued to Yugi's face, until distance tore them a part.

Yugi was so intently focused on Yami's retreat that Atem's chest suddenly pressing him flat into the wall, took him by total surprise. The hand grabbing his flaccid dick surprised him even more. One tight squeeze and Yugi's erection filled with blood, heavy as brick mix.

"Yugi," Atem murmured like the boy's name was the best thing he ever tasted and curled his chest into his back. "Ah baby, you feel so damn good," he sighed heatedly rocking his hips over Yugi's naked behind.

Yugi whined and Atem nuzzled his face under his ear in response. Hearing either of them say his name always caused a brief jitter in a momentary delight. However, any endearment spoken so close or so sweetly never failed to make Yugi's nipples hard, his toes shamelessly roll in his shoes or bring a narcissistic blush to his cheeks. That tone of voice was always used specifically for him. He relished in that selfish part of him knowing that only he had the ability to wring such adoration from the toughest men in Domino.

Atem kissed the back of Yugi's neck, the junction where the start of the scar curled just under his ear and rolled his hips in a figure eight, all the while torturously bringing Yugi's pleasantly up and down from his sexual high. The consistent buzzing in Yugi's ear escalated to an unbearable tune, he figured came from the blood rushing to his ears. He'd never felt so tipsy with lust.

"Mmm," Atem lapped a long, wet stroke along the arch of Yugi's ear. "Go to the bedroom, take off your clothes and spread your legs for me," he instructed between nibbles on Yugi's lobe. The teen's eyes rolled back as he curled into Atem's chest. "I wanna see that ass up and ready for me." He pressed his mouth right over Yugi's ear. "You want this dick?"

"God, yes . . ."

"Alright," Atem licked him one more time, gave one last squeeze and sent the boy off with a swat to his romp.

Yugi used the wall to support himself as he started down the hall to where Yami vanished. Along the way, he discarded his pants, shed his shirt, vest and toed off his shoes. The closer he went to the bedroom, the louder subtle moans became and so did the sound of rustling sheets. Yugi walked in to a delectable scene.

Yami distressed in a cloud of white-hot desire wantonly moaned from the center of the bed, naked as unwrapped candy. Sweat shined his bare, muscular chest. His stomach clenched, his back arched and his hips flexed up into his hand. Sensations tumbled through him rapidly, plump lips parted and teeth tightly ground in a sneer for completion. His legs bent at the knee, toes curled like talons in the sheets and gapped wide open. Pre-cum dribbled down the side of his shaft, seeping beneath Yami's stroking fist.

Beautiful music to his ears and motivation to his dick, Yugi stalk drunkenly to the bed. He dipped one knee on the bedside and crawled to the center on his hands and knees.

Yami stilled his hand mid-stroke and let his arousal slip from his grasp. The teen stretched his arm over and pressed his palm by Yami's head, hovering and staring in awe. Colorful tresses damp and tangled haloed around his head. Letting his eyes skate over every detail, Yugi found himself more and more entranced. So much so, he wiggled the rest of his body over Yami and wedged himself between the older man's thighs.

Their stomachs mashed together, rolling like ocean waves. Yami kissed him. He discreetly lowered himself so that his chest puzzled into Yugi's and rocked back and forth, hips brushing downward and his dick sliding along Yugi's so that Yugi arched up with a whimpering little pants. Fire raced the entirety of Yugi's body and he felt his muscles constrict.

This was the effect Yami and Atem had on him. Rough affection, tempting mouths, demanding attitudes, all of it lit Yugi up like a bon fire. Yami was slicking Yugi's lips with long licks, moistening his neck with open mouth kisses and just being oh so good with his tongue.

In one move, Yami rolled them around. Yugi was now gazing up at him and Yami maneuvered himself between Yugi's lithe thighs. There was a moment when a rush of cold hair chilled Yugi's flesh. Yami disappeared and reappeared just as quickly, sitting back on his heels with a jar of Vaseline in his hand. He popped the top, silent mouth pulled into a taut line and eyes so narrow they looked like blade cuts on his face.

Dipping two fingers in plastic container, he gathered a hefty goop in his palm and rubbed it between his fingertips. Yami shifted, widening his thighs. Yugi remained drowsily confused as Yami positioned his knees on either side of Yugi's hips, leaned forward and held eye contact.

He grabbed Yugi's hand and transferred some of the Vaseline in Yugi's palm. And Yami moved his hand down and twisted his fingers into Yugi without warning. Diving like a corkscrew, Yami turned and turned heavily pressing everything Yugi wanted touched. When he tried to clench down Yami retracted his hand. Yugi could squeezed fingers much to his despair.

Yugi clenched again, feeling nothing. He arched his back, desperate and needy and whispered, "Please, Yami, please."

"Not yet baby boy," Yami whispered back. "Too soon—"

"Now, Yami, I need you."

Yami chuckled. A cold shudder snaked up Yugi's spine, but then Yami bent his fingers and a hot shudder followed the first.

"Touch me," Yami said softly, and leaned down to nuzzle under Yugi's jaw.

Yugi reached for Yami's dick, but had his aim averted to another place. Yami got up onto one hand and his knees. He kept his fingers barely in lodged in Yugi's ass, gently sliding in and out, spreading his cheeks apart. Then he dipped his ass down and wiggled on Yugi's groin. He held there and knew Yugi was looking at him, caught so off guard by the request to touch the place that no one else would ever know the pleasure of touching.

Yami nibbled Yugi's chin. "Hurry up."

"You want me to—"

"Yeah," he softly said.

Yugi threw his head back to let Yami's mouth venture further. "You sure about this?"

Yami shut his eyes and nodded, humming his consent. Nothing happens for a small while. Yami knew why without asking. For years as a small child, all Yami knew was painful penetration, mental suffering and affliction from those he should have trusted as a child. Since then, he hadn't shared himself so intimately with anyone. For him to offer up this kind of sacrifice spoke volumes of how much of himself he was willing to give.

Yami withdrew his hand out of Yugi, flexing his fingers from the cramped space. He knew the only way to get what he wanted was to guide Yugi there himself.

"Touch me," Yami told him again, gentle as the touch he encourage Yugi to use on him. Using on hand, he positions Yugi's fingers right at his anus and presses him. "Do it, Yugi." He bows his head to capture Yugi's mouth in a kiss and impaled himself.

The sensation, raw and scalding, devoured Yami, transforming his body into one long flush. Something simple as this actually threatened a hot wetness behind his eyes. It'd been so long, so damn long and how for years he wondered what it would be like to be touched without pain.

Yugi cautiously pushed in further. The reaction was delicious. Yami sucked in a quick hitch and it came out as a stuttering gasp. When Yugi swiveled his finger, Yami's back arched like a rubber band. Yugi kept the same motion consistently in the same spot that brought that response. Sliding his other hand into Yami's hair, Yugi cupped his head and coaxed him down for a deep kiss.

A swift, provocative whistle intruded the silent room. Haggard chuckles erupted from the doorway and so did the soft swoosh of clothing falling to the floor. Yami tore away from Yugi's tender kisses to nestle under his chin, sucking on his Adam's apple.

This was better than Atem had anticipated. Actually, just being witness to his lover's selfish exploits would have done him just fine. But he was more of a participate then a spectator. Toeing off his last sock, Atem teased his erection to full attention and swaggered to the bed, eyes reflection with a lecherous shine. Licking his lips, he works his way on the bed corner, dipping half the mattress to his sinewy physique.

Yugi's eyes opened a bit, falling on Atem. God, he'd forgotten how glorious that chocolate body was, all toned limbs and finely sculpted lines. He crawled in close, ducked down and got his own taste of Yugi's mouth. With languid, lazy bobs of his head, Atem suckled at Yugi's tongue, moistening the inside with long sweeps. All the while, Yugi never stopped coiling his fingers in Yami.

Yami panted, barely able to containing the struggling breaths. His composure gradually cracked to pieces, and the support of his arms weakened.

Then Atem was moving backwards. Where, neither of the men knew, but they had a sneaking suspicion—Atem's head bowed out of view.

Yami howled and the last bit of strength melted from his bones, but all Atem did was breathe in between Yami's ass cheeks. Then Atem blew again, spreading his cheeks, sighing on it, brushing his lips over it and teasing the tip of his tongue around the rim. It felt so damn good the taunting flutters near his entrance.

Yugi's hand ducked under and grabbed Yami's erection, stroking in erratic patterns. Yami thought he should have touched Yugi or stroke Atem or maybe engaged both, but he couldn't do a thing. For every time he so much as flinched or shivered, wild tingles danced over his skin.

"How's that feel?" Atem whispered between Yami's ass. "Like that? Or maybe this?"

Yami panted, and rolling in pleasure because a stirring ball of something grew out of control inside him.

Yami tried to push back, tried to fuck himself on that teasing tongue or into that calloused palm.

"Ah, f-f-fu-ck, gah!" Yami growled like a lion short of breath. "Come on with it!"

Atem smirked and laid a firm, sucking kiss on Yami's ass. "I love when you think you're in control. Shit turns me on."

"I am in con—gah—trol. I am."

"I love the way you lie."

"Fuck you."

"I'm gettin' there."

"People," Yugi barked disjointedly. "Fucking sounds good. Like now—aah, preferably this instant if that's fine."

Atem winked over Yami's shoulder. "You'll get it soon enough, baby boy." He was getting sick of the foreplay anyway. Going weeks without busting a nut nearly drove him to the brink of insanity. They weren't one hundred percent, but this was close enough. They needed the connection . . . considering all they'd been through.

With the sudden volley of emotions springing in his mind, Atem retrieved the discarded container of Vaseline and coated his from tip to base.

"Ready?" Atem positioned the head of his dick at the entrance.

Yami did the same, shifting until his barely head breached Yugi's anus. He gave the nod. Yugi held his breathe.

Probing tentatively Atem took the lead, pressing in two inches and taking back one. A hit of pleasure stabbed Yami and Yugi's senses, especially Yami. His thoroughly stretched hole kept swallowing and fighting back the intrusive muscle and felt similar treatment being given as he thrust forward.

Yugi's toes shamelessly curled again, scratching at the sheets as he flung his damp head from side to side, struggling to handle the raw contact. This was different from the times before. So very new and inviting. A lewd moan ravished his lover's ears as he straddled the rest of his ass down on Yami's dick.

"Ah, I can't—can't wait," He heaved, chest wet and slick. "Feels—oh this feels so good without the rubber."

"Tell me about it," Atem moaned.

Yami didn't move, muscles taut like steel. His fingernails ate through the fabric and, he tried, he tried his best to go with the flow, to remember that he knew who was inside him now. Then it came like prickled ice shards; fear, fright and the inner wish to be saved from the thrusts.

A sob like a strained gurgle forced its way up his windpipe. Yami bit back another one, but unfortunately, the stillness from both lovers confirmed that they recognized the difference between pleasure and pain. Atem began to withdraw—Yami locked his arm around his neck before he could.

"Don't—keep goin'."

"I'm not tryin' to hurt you."

"Keep goin'," Yami said a little stronger. "I-I'm good."

"Oh Yami." Cool hands grabbed his face, guiding down slowly. Yugi angled Yami's head just so he could press his lips over the Red Eyes leader's eyes. "It's OK."

Yami frowned in frustration teetering on pleasure and aggravation. He didn't understand how they knew what he was thinking until Yugi's thumb swept over his cheek. A trail of wetness went with him. Tears? Yami reached up, touched his face and felt the salty moisture.

"You wanna stop?" Atem said into Yami's back, laying open mouth kisses at the base of his spine.

Yami shook his head after a beat of silence. "Nah," he said and pumped his hips.

Yugi's eyes fluttered shut.

"Don't stop," Yami said.

"We don't—" Yugi gasped wantonly, ass muscles throbbing—"want to hurt you. Don't wanna hurt you—oh!"

Yami whined despite himself and touched over where his heart thumped. Those words hit home faster than any bullet. His body and mind still needed convincing, but he pushed through it, he had to. He kept his voice low, mild as he shoved his face into Yugi's neck and pulled Atem's head down and he willing moved in, curling his chest into Yami' back and rubbed his cheek to his.

Atem tenderly rubbed Yami's shoulder, kissed it and reached around to cup Yugi's face. The teen hadn't ever seen a more gratified, gentle expression from the Blue Eyes leader then now. Atem shared that same look with Yami and delivering such a gorgeous glow.

The pace was set and in awkward, untamed thrusts, they moved. The room filled with high grunts, low groans and the coiling springs in the mattress. Yugi griped Yami's ass hard enough to leave fresh bruises by morning. He shamelessly kicked out, looped his leg with Atem's and rubbed his calloused heel up the inside of Atem's thigh.

So many glorious sensations raced through him at once, he didn't know which to react too. Pleasant sparks of fire bundled in his chest, descending like rain trails to his groin. From behind, Atem's tongue left no line, no scar uncharted. From his front, Yugi marked Yami's chest, blemished or clean with delicately placed kisses. Yami made choked sounds and grunts from the delightful caresses. Lazy, drugged eyes hovered between slumber and a sex-crazed stupor. Yami gave as much as was given, sucking the tip of Yugi's chin, massaging over the area between Atem's cheeks and rotating between thrusting forward and back.

The speed accelerated. Yugi reached up and stroked up and down scarred arms, shouting and grunting. Being confined, locked down beneath the weight of such power and desire, drove him mad with want. It made him feel special and important, because no one else could bring out the savage hunger in them the way he could and it brought about an uncanny sense of eagerness that had his hips slamming up to meet the heated pounding. He loved it. He loved them and he ached his back time and time back to show he was vigorously wanted to deliver as much of himself as they were doing now.

For Atem, nothing but a slow fire carried him like a blaze burning a river of oil. He was hot all over, sweltering, sweat working dozens of clear paths down his chest, over his face. Pleasure darted and swelled inside in so many different fashions, he couldn't pinpoint which one to focus on. His wine colored eyes watching their faces scrunched in a painfully aroused state, chest fluttering like nailed banners. He knew the roaring spark in his chest. Oh yes, he was all too familiar with this sensation, one he'd never speak out on, but he gladly showed it. Clamping his hands over Yugi's where they covered Yami's hips, he hooked his nails in and rammed, wet skin slapping against sweat damp skin.

They came hard, a long, explosive heart stopping experience. And cum was scorching and warm and sticky inside their bodies or wherever it extruded itself. Atem was the last to ride out his orgasm, clinging to the last bit as he drove them into the mattress, clawing at the sheets, diving home and releasing it all. Involuntarily, his hips humped in multiple directions as if to find that final brush of warmth.

Pleasure rocked Yugi to the core, vibrating through him, roiling every nerve fiber in his being. These heighten sensations terrified him. He'd never expected the intensity to be so . . . so indescribable. Everything was all right now, he knew. He could lay there, sated, content and dreamily pleased with knowing that the walls surrounding his lovers had now fallen.

In the dark, sleepy and flaccid as a wet noodle, Yugi slid his hand over the comforter searching.

He found it within seconds, hands already intertwined and waiting for his to join. Yugi smiled in the dark and resigned himself to slumber. Later, Atem would roll over and bring the two with him. Yugi sleepily crawled in the middle, coiling his arm around Atem's neck as Atem laid his head on Yugi's chest and snuggled his head under Yami's chin.

Yugi couldn't imagine a better moment than this.

"You nervous?"

"Immensely."

"Don't be."

"It's kinda hard." Yugi checked out the dark tinted windows for the umpteenth time as populated became even more crowded with Saturday visitors. They'd scheduled for this meeting two months ago, made all the necessary arrangements and went over every detail carefully. He must have recited his greeting about a hundred times. When he tried to conjure up the words all he got was a blank slate.

Leaning back against the cool leather cushion, Yugi closed his eyes and sent up a private prayer for strength. All of them, he, Atem, Yami and Kisara were cluttered four deep inside a 2014 black Suburban, with the air condition blowing Artic winds from the vents, parked on the edge of the park.

Yugi has waited for this moment, anticipating the instant he'd lay eyes on Heba's daughter, his niece. So many things ran through his mind. All he had to go by were minor specifics. She's healthy, mouthy, and intelligent and likes toys. That pretty much summed up half of Domino City's kiddie population.

Yugi felt the urge push him to check out the window, but a slap on his thigh halted that attempt. He was tugged back into Atem's side and an arm draped around his neck.

"You gotta chill," Atem kissed under his ear, chuckling. "I'm serious. Relax. Got me feeling antsy too."

Yami yawned, stretched out his arms and legs, cracking joints here and there and limply went back to resting his head in Atem's lap, and sticking both his long legs sticking out the backseat window. Pegasus said to be here by two 'o clock. Yugi couldn't very well blame the millionaire because he'd been so hyped on meeting the girl that they arrived an hour early.

It was nearing the deadline at a snail's pace. Yugi must've counted the same minute eight times. He settled back under Atem's arm and sighed. He'd get gray hairs at this rate.

A giggle distracted him and he smiled over the back seat to the little girl whose brilliant blue eyes he'd never tire of seeing.

"You need to learn some patience, Yugi," Kisara happily informed, dancing one doll to meet the other. "Daddy says good things come to those who wait." She suddenly the dolls head to her chin. "Daddy if that's true, how come you takin' so long to get me a new game?"

Atem groaned, dropping his head back on the headrest. "Didn't Yami buy you a new game system?"

"He got me the Wii. Now I wanna play a game on it, duh."

"Hey, chill with that duh stuff. You know you ain't too big yet."

Kisara sucked her teeth, pouted and went back to playing with her toys.

Yami wagged his feet. "Wouldn't it benefit her to have an actual game to play on the game system?"

"Baby steps, Young Blood," Atem mumbled. "If she don't learn how to earn her piece, she's gonna think everybody owes her everything."

"Don't you think like that?" said Yugi.

Atem went silent. "She ain't me." And he left it at that.

Another ten minutes went by uneventful. Kisara was getting restless, sitting the darker part of the car and relayed her frustrations through loud huffs and noisy fidgety. Yugi didn't blame the girl one bit. She had no idea why they'd come to the flower park if they weren't going to play. He was getting restless too—

"Look, is that them?"

Yugi snapped up so sharply several pops cracked in his stiff joints. He was at the window in seconds. "Where?"

"By the swing set." Yami jerked his chin in the direction where a jet black Rolls Royce Phantom with custom bronze grill and four rim set.

Atem wrinkled his nose at the expensive ride. Trust Pegasus to never show up in anything less than a hundred grand. It never failed. Money loved to show off how green it was no matter how old, wrinkled and faded.

Yugi rubbed over the spot where his heart palpitated like a drumroll. He couldn't believe it this moment had arrived. The Phantom was parked thirty yards away. The front doors opened and the back door on the passenger's side.

Yugi's felt his pulse quickened when he caught sight of a little pink shoe, touching down on the sidewalk. The door obscured his view for centuries. He felt someone grab his hand and squeezed it, their palm just as sweaty as his. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yami's chin perch on his shoulder and together, they waited.

The door closed. Yugi's heart leapt into his throat. The sharp intake of breathe near his ear confirmed what his mind registered.

There she was, standing no more than 3'4 tall. The child had her back turned to them, speaking to Pegasus and a tall blonde woman in their company. (Yugi guessed her to be the caregiver). The girl was wearing a pair of hot pink skinny legs, light up pink and white shoes, a black and white flannel shirt and a black snap back tilted to the side on her head. The hat barely tamed the large mass of chocolate hair fanning out like a palm tree.

Then she turned around. Yugi almost suffocated from how long he held the air in his lungs.

Her face was round and pudgy, almost imp-like. And oh, those mischievous, almond shaped eyes, that chin, that nose, all it was Heba. That was Heba's personality assuredly scowling and inspecting the flower park as if the idea of the place belonging to her was settled.

Yugi punched his chest to force air in and closed his eyes. It was time the hands of time had turned. She looked so much like him. He turned around and shoved his face into Yami's neck. He too was left speechless, unable to utter a word. Stroking Yugi's shoulder, he laid his lips on the boy's temple and took in a deep breath to control his reaction.

Atem chuckled behind them.

"What's wrong with them Daddy?" Kisara questioned.

"You'll see." Atem opened his side of the door and stepped out with Kisara in his arms. "Quit gawkin' and come on. You waited all this time." He slammed the door, already making his way over.

Yugi and Yami collected themselves and followed suit. Yugi took the lead, walking closer and closer and finding it hard to breathe as the little dark toned girl drew nearer. The more he saw, the more he realized how much she resembled Heba in every way—right down to the tight set of her lips, scrutinizing the characters before her with an up and down look.

Atem cocked his eyebrow the same time Kisara did.

The little girl tugged on the woman's hand until he kneeled down to her level. The girl whispered something, pointed directly at Yugi and at the woman's nod, the girl's expression completely warped. Gone was the uncomfortable glare, replaced with a softer, excited sparkle. Pegasus and the woman held back, letting the scene unfold on its own.

The girl smiled brightly and ran over, stopping short of crashing into Yugi's legs. Her demeanor changed again. She stood shyly, toeing the dirt, sneaking quick glances at Yugi's face before giggling and hiding behind her face in her hands.

"Hi," she feathered her fingers at him and tucked it back behind her hand, swinging side to side. "I know you."

Yugi blinked, surprised. He crouched down to her eye level. "You do?"

"Uh huh," she giggled. "You're my uncle. Mr. Pegasus showed me the pictures my daddy kept of you. I know who you are too. And you." She directed to Yami and Atem, catching the two older men off guard.

Kisara narrowed her eyes, subconsciously tightening her arms around her father's neck.

"Your daddy had pictures of us?" Yugi asked. "You know who he is?"

"Yep. Mr. Pegasus tells me stories about him. Like how he played baseball, and had a heart as big as my head. I never met my daddy, but that's OK. He's in heaven with God now. You look like him you know. He had the pictures and he wrote your names on them. You're Yugi, you're Atem and you're Yami." She tilted her head so far to the left, she almost fell over. "I don't see any wings though."

Yami frowned. "Wings?"

The girl frowned back and placed her hands on her hips. "He wrote 'My Angels' on the pictures. Angels have wings. I don't see your wings. What'd you do, break 'em off?" She had to get the bottom of this and ventured up to each man, circling around them clucking her tongue. She lifted her eyebrow at Kisara, and then dismissed her with a flick of her wrist.

Kisara sneered and snootily turned her nose up.

The girl returned to Yugi's side. "You're supposed to take care of me now. Mr. Pegasus says if you want me, I get to stay with you. Can I?"

"You want to—would you be comfortable with me—I don't even know your name—ouch." Yugi protected his head from another smack and glared up at Yami. "I guess, I should know your name first."

"My name is Mana Muto. Ma-na."

"Mana," Yugi repeated. "What a beautiful name."

Mana's face went red as a sunset as she giggled hysterically, covering her face. "Thank you," she sweetly said between her fingers. "I like your eyes. They're my favorite color."

Kisara gasped, appalled. "Wha—hmmp!" Her cheeks blew up.

Mana looked at the blowfish girl like she turned into an alien and shrugged her shoulders, skipping around Yugi. She stopped before Yami and pulled at his pants leg until he kneeled down.

"What is it?"

Her cheeks blushed. "Um." No one expected her to suddenly spring onto Yami and wrap her skinny arms around his neck. Yami's heart skipped a beat, but hers seemed to make it up. "My daddy said to do that when I saw you." She leaned away and placed a sweet kiss on his cheek.

Yami stared at the girl as he grazed his cheek with his fingers. "He said that. . ."

She nodded. "In his letters. He wrote lots. I can read a little and count to seventy-two.

Kisara snorted under her breath. "Tsk, I can count to a hundred."

Yami smiled, the first of many and gently brought the little girl to his chest, resting his cheek on her head. "That's from me to you."

The tension slowly oozed out of the girl's body as she welcomed the warm embrace, snuggling under Yami's chin. "Thank you." Pulling away, she beamed like the sun, patted his cheek. "You're my Big Daddy now." With that determined, her next target was the final figure standing behind the others.

Mana paused in front of him, ignoring Kisara's presence entirely as she walked around Atem like inspecting a sculpture. When she finished she stood in front of him, folded her arms and twisted her lips to the side.

"Whew, my daddy sho' had good taste. All his boyfriends cute."

A disbelieving pause and then Atem let out a baritone laugh deep enough to shake the earth. Shaking his head, he held out his hand and brought Mana's hand to his mouth to kiss. "You're alright in my book, sweetheart."

"Mm," Mana hunched her shoulders cutely. "Thank you." Then she skipped away.

Kisara's nostrils flared. She couldn't believe the nerve of this girl pushing up on her family like this.

"Yugi, I wanna play now," Mana said, latching onto his hand. "You gotta play with me 'cause we're family."

Yugi laughed, letting her lead the way.

"No!" Kisara screamed grabbing every adult in the vicinity's attention. She wiggled out of her father's hands and stomped the grass dead to get to Yugi. She snatched Yugi's hand from out the offender and hugged his legs. "Yugi's gonna play with me."

"Excuse me?" Mana smacked her lips. "Who are you?"

"I'm his friend," Kisara sassily returned. "And he promised to play with me first. Didn't you, Yugi?"

"Uh—"

"He doesn't have to play with you!" Mana said, snatching his hand back. "Go play with the little kids. I had him first."

Kisara's doe eyes widened before dully sinking to the ground. "They don't wanna play with me."

Mana looked at like her strangely. "Why not?"

"'Cause I look strange."

"Cause you look—girl hush." Mana saucily smacked her lips. "You don't look strange. You look, ummm, wait, I know the word . . . nevermind, I forgot, but you ain't strange."

"Yes I am," Kisara snapped, blue eyes glossy. "Yugi doesn't think I'm strange. I bet you do. You just wanna take my only friend from me!" She buried her face in Yugi's legs.

"Oh Kisara," Yugi patted her head. "No one's gonna take me away from you."

"You like her better than me."

"I like her as much as you, baby girl. Don't act like this."

Mana stood back, silently watching the exchange between her uncle and this little girl. She caught a good glimpse of the girl's eyes and instantly marveled at the sheer glow of her blue eyes. They'd look so much better if they weren't all red and puffy though.

"I can't believe this girl's cryin'." Rolling her eyes, Mana walked over to them and Kisara back by her collar and wagged her finger in the girl's face. "Don't you know girls aren't supposed to cry? Be tough. That stuff's for sissy boys."

Yami sucked in at hearing that. 'Boys aren't supposed to cry. That crap's for girls.' Heba may as have be speaking right through her.

"You got some pretty eyes too."

"I do?"

"I just said you did." Mana reached out and took Kisara's hand. She looked up at Yugi. "Yugi, take a rain check on our playtime, please?" Mana said all grown and sassy. "Me and— wait what's your name? Nevermind, Yugi said it didn't he? Come on Kiki."

"It's Kisara."

"Whatever. Yugi me and Kiki gonna go play first, OK?"

Yugi threw his head back and let out a hearty laugh. "Go right ahead."

Mana winked and skipped away, hauling Kisara behind.

Yugi shook his head, leaning into Atem when he wrapped his arm around his waist.

"We're gonna have our hands full," said Atem. "I don't think there's a belt long enough for that mouth."

"I know."

Yami appeared, folding his arms, features the softest they've ever been in years. He rested his cheek on the back of his knuckles, gaze half-lidded on his future daughter. "Heba put so much of himself in her."

"No doubt." Atem looped his arm around Yami's neck and hugged him close. "You up for playin' daddy?"

Yami looked at Atem like he sprouted antlers. "I'll kill that girl. You hear how she talks?"

Yugi chuckled. "There's definitely a thirty-year-old woman in there." He shrugged. "I think we can handle it. I've dealt with you two."

"And what's wrong with us?" the two echoed.

Yugi smirked. His point was proven, but he chuckled along with them. He knew he was going to have his hands full for in the years to come. Raising his niece and Kisara while maintaining his career wasn't going to be a picnic. But as he inhaled deeply, nuzzling further into his lover's support, he knew he'd be fine.

Just fine.

"Guess it's a official now, huh? You're headin' to Atlanta next week?"

"Yeah, I'm an honorary Brave's man."

"How are preparations going? Everyone's OK with the move?"

"Oh yeah. It just means free tickets to the games. Grandpa's excited about moving the game shop to a busier city. The girls are too."

"That's great news." Tristan twisted the phone cord around his finger, chewing the inside of his cheek.

Yugi sighed over the receiver. "You haven't told him yet have you?"

"Nah, not yet. You know how he is. He's too caught up in this ride or die business to wanna skip town. . . I'm scared he's gonna say no."

"Joey loves you Trist'. Didn't he prove that to you graduation night?"

Boy, did he? That night was an experience Tristan wouldn't forget for as long as he lived. Tristan had been beside himself, stumbling and fumbling with his clothes like a virgin on her wedding night. Joey didn't laugh once. He was encouraging, patient and willing to teach the brunet everything from start to finish. The start of the romance began awkwardly with Tristan trying to be the one to jump things off. He failed at each attempt and it was up to Joey to renew the evening with soft kisses, petal-soft strokes and whispering heated promises in his ear. Mumbling his name in his ear, Joey joined them in an easy thrust, sealing the deal to their solid relationship.

The rest of the evening was a dream. Joey kept the pace slow, the touches special and worshiped every bit of Tristan's finely sculpted body. Tristan shared a part of himself with Joey and never, ever planned to give it to someone else. He wanted this forever thing to work, but with Joey still having his roots suck so deep in Domino, Tristan wasn't sure the blond was willing to make changes to his lifestyle.

"Just talk to him," Yugi urged. "I don't see how this conversation will differ from the other times you—" Yugi gave the single most unmanly squeal in the world. "What the hell stupid? I can't believe you—I'm on the phone. I-I don't care! Go away, pervert! . . . . Goodness, sorry about that. Atem got all touchy feely. Anyway—"

Tristan heard his name called from the front of his mom's house. "Nevermind, he's here. Gotta go."

"Kay, good luck."

Yeah, he'll need it. Seconds later, Joey walked in, scowl in place and sharp grin in gear. "Hey babe," the blond kissed Tristan's mouth and automatically flopped on his bed, kicking off his shoes. "So, I'm thinkin' tonight we hit up Insanity with a couple of the guys. Things have been dead since Seto left with Ryou. Everybody's movin' outta here, even Yami."

"Yeah, I heard. . . Joey?"

"Yo'."

Tristan sat on the edge of his bed, clapping his hand on Joey's knee. "How would you feel about movin'?"

Joey shrugged. "I dunno. I'm so used to bein' here. Things are different out there. At least here I know what I'm gettin' into and how to get out of it." He threw a casual glance at his boyfriend. "Why?"

Tristan looked to the side, saying nothing.

Joey looked out the window. "You got accepted on the team didn't ya?"

Tristan nodded.

"You wanna go?"

Another nod.

"You want me to go?"

Another nod.

Joey sat up, draping his arm over his leg. "Tristan—"

"Before you say no, just hear me out," Tristan intervened. "I got a pretty good contract. I'm guaranteed a bunch of money. You won't have to work and you won't eber have to want for anything. I can take care of you, we can make new friends and we can come back to visit whenever we want. We'll have our own place, just the two of us, and you'll get free tickets to the games, we can travel the world together, see the sights, do all kinds of stuff. . ."

The whole time he talked Joey's smile got bigger. "Glad to hear you wanna do all that stuff with me 'cause I was gonna say yes."

Tristan blinked. "Really?"

"Yeah, dude, I mean shoot, I'm gonna miss hangin' with the boys, but I don't feel at home without you there. It'd be a moot point, ya know?"

Tristan let out a big swoosh from his chest and collapsed in Joey's lap. "Thank God. . . I couldn't imagine leavin' here without ya."

"Like that's gonna happen." Joey leaned in. "You're stuck with me remember?"

"Yeah, I remember." Tristan lifted his head to meet the blond's waiting lips. He was so glad. There was no way he could go off without this guy. He'd infected Tristan's life like a sickness . . . but this kind time he hoped to never find a cure for.

Eighteen Years Later. . .

As she walked inside the richly decorated Condo, toeing off her red bottom pumps by the door. Kisara sighed through her nose, and loosened the tie around her neck. It was well past midnight and she hadn't gotten anything accomplished with the rival possess pushing into her side of town. Negotiating wasn't working, cutting straight deals weren't working and she even tried to handle it with respectful conversation. None of that worked. Some folks just had to learn the hard way.

Kisara braced her back against the wall, and lifted her heel, stroking her throbbing arches. Her feet were sore as hell. Damn, she couldn't believe her luck. That's why Daddy always said to shoot first and question while they bleed. Bet they'd be willing to negotiate then, wouldn't they? It might be time to start listen to his words of wisdom. Lord knows he never lead her astray.

Glancing around the massive space, she absently noticed the soft thumping beats from one of Daddy's old CDs. Mariah's beautiful voice always set Kisara's mind at ease. As she inhaled deeply, a grin suddenly spread across her lips. She licked her bottom lip and shrugged off her navy blue blazer, tossing it on the arm of the closest couch.

"Babe, you up?" she called out from the corridor entrance.

The flat screen television was flipped to MTV2, flashing scenes from one of the newer pop artist's music videos. The remote sat next to a bronze ashtray on a wooden coffee stand and a glass flute of red wine. The ashtray had a quarter inch of gray ashes inside, which meant her girlfriend of three years must've been here a good while. A rolled blunt rested under the tray unlit, which Kisara gladly plucked off the table and stuck in her mouth. She found a lighter on the couch arm, lit the blunt and dragged the sweet and sour relief from the sticky green.

That's the kind of peace she needed, settling over her. Kisara grinned harder as the smell of good home cooking lured her to the kitchen. Ah, there was her partner in crime, looking fine as ever.

She secretly watched her girlfriend humming to Mariah, bobbing her head and stirring something sizzling in a platinum pot. Zesty seasonings wafted over, overpowering Kisara's nostrils as she closed her eyes. Steaming New Orleans Gumbo with extra shrimp and okra, her favorite—not like that fake Zatarain's stuff.

Kisara took in her girlfriend's body in one slow sweep. Mana's figure grew out more than up, unlike Kisara who kept her slender figure, long white hair, nearly matching her father's height. With gorgeous butterscotch skin, soft spiky hair, Kelly green eyes and curvy all over, Mana had it all. People on the outside looking in wouldn't think that pretty face with the baby fat cheeks, had a killer instinct like a lioness, a slow murderer. But it didn't destroyed her beauty, seeing her face painted with the blood of her victims: it actually brought out the shine in her eyes.

"Mm mm mmm," Kisara purred, teasing her bottom lip with her index finger. Mana had on a long sleeve crimson button down rolled up to her elbows and no pants . . . maybe no panties either. Speaking of which, "You are naked under there, right?"

Despite their innocent, round allure, Mana's green eyes could pierce straight through the thickest steel. Like now as they locked onto Kisara and piercing straight through her.

"Maybe, you gonna have to find out."

Kisara folded her arms across her breasts and leaned her hip on the counter isle, cocking up a slender eyebrow. "What else are you are makin'?"

"Some white rice and honey butter biscuits."

"All this for me?"

"All of this for us," Mana playfully corrected. "Greedy ass. How the meet go?" Mana looked at her girlfriend as a small sliver of envy and pleasure rushed through her. Most folks always did a double take at the tall, lithe white head because her features were so otherworldly. Kisara's hair length more than doubled since they were children, flying behind her like it weighed little to nothing and always fell in place. Years of living in the United States didn't do a thing to her Egyptian accent; one of the main reasons Mana was so damn attracted to her. It made the older girl extra fierce and sexy.

Kisara gave a small shrug as she sashayed into the kitchen, unbuttoning her blouse. "How you think it went? Vivian ain't trying to listen to reason. I dunno how she ran things in Japan, but the shit rolls differently over here."

"Hmmm," Mana hummed thoughtfully, slowly stirring.

Kisara stood over Mana's shoulder to survey the pot of bubbling spices, veggies and meats. She suddenly frowned. "Where's my baby?"

"Right here."

Kisara shot her a dirty look. "You ain't funny. Our other baby."

"Sleepin' and I'll appreciate it if you left him that way. The little bastard kept me up all night."

"You wanted a child."

"You did too." Mana replaced the lid over the jumbo pot and bent over to check the condition of the biscuits in the oven.

Meanwhile, Kisara helped herself to a healthy view of what truly lied beneath the red button up. She leaned forward, saw nothing but a chocolate heart shaped ass, and lime green thongs patched over her valley spot. Damn, Mana looked good as hell in anything. Kisara's blue eyes sparkled with misconduct as she gazed saucily over the arch of Mana's back and the fullness of her voluptuous body.

Mana righted herself, fixing her shirt. Their gazes met and Mana's green gaze twinkled as she tossed a soft lock over her shoulder. "You want me, don't you?"

Kisara smirked. "All the time." She watched Mana swish her hips and feet sexily over and grabbed the labels of Kisara's collar, pulling her face close. She smelled like jasmine and lavender, and her voice lowered to smoky kind of whisper.

"How's about a quick one?" Mana was already finishing the rest of Kisara's buttons. "We don't have to be at Duke's until midnight."

"Thirty minutes? You'll be able to get dressed, put on makeup and fix your hair in time?" Kisara skeptically quizzed as she undid the first three buttons to Mana's shirt and eased the shirt off her shoulders. "You know if Pegasus didn't give us any leeway, Duke won't either."

Mana's dimpled smile and grinding hips said she didn't care. Kisara's hands dipped lower and cupped under Mana's incredibly round and soft behind. Mana giggled, switching their positions so she could hop on the counter. She beckoned Kisara with a crooked finger.

Kisara wedged her waist between Mana's thighs. "Alright, but if you wake up the brat, its on you."

"I'll be quiet this time." Mana wrapped her arms around Kisara's neck. "Besides, I know my son. Mokie can sleep through an earthquake."

Kisara chuckled. This wasn't the first time, while gazing down at Mana's sweet face that Kisara thought about their baby boy, Mokuba Romeo Muto-Hassan. While he technically looked like more like Mana, given his massive black hair and expressive faces, there was no denying that his skin tone resembled Kisara's in paleness and he had her bright blue eyes.

Chazz Princeton, a rival and alley from the Indigo Kings that merged into the city a few years ago, agreed to be the sperm donor after signing a contract to a decent sum of Mana's wealth. He had everything they could want, great health, handsome sharp looks, intelligence, and a talent at lethality that made Kisara approve of him the instant Mana made the proposal. Chazz would have nothing to do with the child's development and gladly agreed. He already had his hands full raising two boys. Chazz and Mana spent one-week together in a mutual affair that resulted in Mokuba's conception and Kisara loved him no differently than she had him herself.

He was a treat about his grandfathers. Yami charmed the boy with his silence. Yugi was the sweetest with the baby, cuddling and making baby faces. And Atem, was incredibly protective.

"I'm still waitin' on my suga'."

Kisara rolled her eyes and dipped her head to meet Mana's eager and delectable kiss. Kisara tried withdraw, but Mana clung to the back of her neck, nails digging into the skin, rubbing and gently stroking until Kisara huskily moaned. Mana wagged her tongue inside Kisara's mouth, content to tease her partner by swiping her tongue across Kisara's lips whenever she tried to taste it.

Unfortunately, a weak squeal from the bedroom disrupted the pair's intimate moment. It seems their five-month-old child wasn't for being ignored because released a cry so loud, both the women cringed and tore away.

"Damn that boy's a certified cock-block," Mana shook her head, adjusting her shirt around her breasts. She licked her lips and snuck a quick look at Kisara's heaving cleavage.

Kisara pinched Mana's bottom. "Go get our son!"

"OK, OK!" Mana huffed and purposely swayed her hips to add a little bounce to her ample ass. She glanced over her shoulder and winked before disappearing around the corner.

Kisara distracted herself by turning back to the steaming pot of soup and lifted the lid to take up the zesty smells. As she moved away, her eyes fell on a picture of her family. Her daddy's hair was getting grayer each day and so was Yami's. She worried about them sometimes, knowing the day would arrive for her to accept their elderly stage, but she knew by the purple spark in Yugi's eyes that he'd make sure they stayed feeling young until their final days.

She missed them. All three of them. Since they moved to Atlanta and the stress of taking care of the street family, they rarely had time to speak to visit. It was eleven twenty-two. Were either of them home right now? She knew her father rarely slept at night.

Deciding to give it a try, Kisara reached out to the wall phone and dialed her father's house.

It rung twice before picking up, "Hello?" came a sleep rough voice.

It wasn't her father, but all the same, a smile spread across her face. "Hey, Dad."

"Ah, hey baby girl," Yugi sleepily whispered. "What's going on? Everything OK?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I hadn't talk to y'all in a while. How's everybody? Is Big Daddy behavin'?"

"He's trying," Yugi groaned, sheets ruffling in the background. "He's in the kitchen and your daddy's sleeping."

Kisara blinked. "Daddy's asleep," she mumbled to herself, though Yugi heard what she said.

"Yeah, he's been out for a few hours. You wanna talk to 'em?"

Kisara suddenly smiled, curiosity bristling with interest. "No, nah, let 'em sleep. I—ya know I never seen Daddy sleep before . . . what's he like?"

"Like a fragile little kid," Yugi softy mused. "He snores, farts and drools like any normal human being. He can't lay still either. You know he kicked Yami so hard, he jumped outta the bed and got a gun because he thought someone was trying to kill him." He sighed. "It's always something. Atem won't listen to the doctor about his blood pressure. Yami refuses to take it easy. I dunno what I'm gonna do with these two."

"Don't let them stress you out. If you scream again, you're gonna be back in the hospital."

"I know." A deeper voice echoed in the background. Some mumbling, chuckles too. Yugi eventually returned. "Yami wants to talk to you."

The phone was switched over and Yami's seasoned, baritone greeting went straight to Kisara's belly. "Your daddy's got one more time to kick me before I lop his leg off."

"Hey to you too, Big Daddy. . . Daddy told me all he thinks about is kicking your ass in his sleep," she smoothly lied. "That's why he's always kicking you."

"Is that right? Cool. Yugi get the phone. Wake up, Atem!"

The phone went right back to Yugi. "What did you say to him?" Yugi quickly accused. "He just slapped Atem on the back of the head! Did you call to raise hell?"

Kisara giggled sweetly. "No, I called to say I love and miss y'all. You should come visit us sometimes. Mana and Mokie would love to see you."

"We'll try to set up something for next week—Yami stop, Yami! Baby girl, I gotta go. We'll see you this weekend. Kiss Mana and Mokie for me."

"I will. . . Dad?"

"Yes, baby?" Yugi paused, then Kisara could hear the smile in his voice. "We love you."

"Thank you." Every day it grew harder and harder to express herself. She could count on one hand how many times she said to Mana since they started dating and even less to her three fathers. Yugi knew. She was glad he was there to say it for all of them. "I'll talk to you later." She hung up, feeling light as air.

Mana circled around, full dressed in a glossy red Chanel blouse tied under her bosom, unbuttoned to reveal a juicy view of her breasts and some white Chanel slacks with some Christian Louboutin Red Bottom pumps. Fire red lipstick enhanced the plumpness of her lips, adding a fiery danger to her appearance and the same color nail polish brought out a darker intimidation. She had a loaded 9mm aimed down in her left hand. However, the fright factor failed miserably with her right arm full of a tubby baby. Mokuba's wild black mane was about ready to overlap Mana's arm, even at this tiny age.

"What?" Mana impatiently sighed. "He wouldn't go back to sleep. Duke's gonna have a fit about us bringing this boy."

Kisara smiled warmly at the vision of her own growing family and went to take Mokuba in her arms and held him up. "Duke's just gonna have to deal, won't he son?"

He smiled down at her with his dimpled giggles and wide row of pink gums. Like her, Mokuba will learn to dominate the streets. He was a small, fragile thing now, but in the years to come, he'll grow strong and brilliant and bring intimidation and fear to the family name. The Red and Blue Eyes segregation will be dissolved and remolded. He will find a calculative, sassy lover, someone just as tactful and worthy to rule by his side. With an iron fist, Mokuba will be the next leader, the king of the streets, the new T.O.G. of the Purple Fiends, just like his grandfathers and his mothers. But he'll have that special twinkle in his eyes for the weak and a strong heart.

Just like Yugi.

^_^ The End ^_^