Author's Note: Okay, planning to do a little one-shot repository about a bunch of 'first times' of Yami, having assumed that he regained his own body instead of going into the afterlife at the end of the series. Mostly, these are going to be a mesh of humorous situations and shameless fluff, because there should be more fluff in the world.

This is just a little Thanksgiving themed one shot that popped into my head while shopping for stuff for Thanksgiving.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. I do, however, own the plot…what plot there is.

Warning: slight boyxboy, spoilers for Yami's real name and shameless fluff.

Dedicated to all of the authors on The Best Puzzleshipping Contest forum. You guys wanted more fluff in the world. Here's my contribution.

Thanksgiving

Atemu held back a chuckle as he watched Yugi almost throwing himself at the overloaded cart in an attempt to get it to move as his mother wandered off, shopping list still in her hand. The former spirit of the Millennium Puzzle shook his head before walking up behind Yugi, taking a hold of the cart as the teenager tried to get the thing moving. "Let me help, aibou."

Yugi looked up with a blush, sighing in defeat before stepping away to allow Atemu to get the cart moving. The former pharaoh leaned into the cart, eyes widening briefly as he felt how heavy the thing was before it began inching forward, Yugi jumping back in when Atemu had got it up to some kind of speed. The teenager gave Atemu a smile, his wide violet eyes shinning. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." The smiles on both of their faces disappeared as Yugi's mother bustled back with something else to add to the cart, Yugi looking like he was despairing ever getting the thing moving again. He reluctantly pulled the cart to a halt, Atemu waiting behind him as Yugi's mother tapped her nails against the wire side.

Finally, with a smile, she declared, "Finished," and headed off for the checkout.

Yugi heaved a sigh and went back to throwing his weight at the cart, managing to get it moving on his own this time, although at a snails place. Atemu took the burden of looking out for Yugi's mother in the crowd of people in the store, although, he was not much better of a lookout than Yugi. Thankfully, their distinctive looks would prevent them from being lost for too long.

Assured that he knew where Yugi's mother was, Atemu spoke to his hikari. "What's the point of this holiday, aibou?"

Yugi looked up from shoving the cart through the crowd of eager shoppers, the wire contraption itself not helping as it tended to veer to the left at random times. Atemu moved up to walk on the left side of the cart, acting as a barrier. Yugi gave him another smile of thanks before going back to his work. "It's about giving thanks for what you have, mou hitori no boku."

"You need a holiday to do that." Atemu blinked in confusion.

"Yes. Well, no." Yugi sighed, hastily pulling the cart to a stop to avoid running over a two year old making a bid for freedom down the frozen food aisle. The two of them cautiously looked for any more escaping children before continuing on their way to the front of the supermarket. "Originally, it was a feast between a group of settlers and a tribe of Native Americans to give thanks for getting a good harvest and surviving in the new world."

"So, it's a feast to celebrate a good harvest?" Atemu was rewarded with a brief smile from Yugi. He gave a nod of his own, absently reaching out to correct the shopping cart's drift as they finally reached the check out lines, leaning against the cart as Yugi's mother bustled around, checking if she had everything they needed before sending Yugi scurrying off through the crowd to grab one last item.

Atemu kept an eye on his hikari as long as he could, resigned to guard the cart as Yugi's mother was a bit distracted at the moment. Yugi's distinctive spiked and red tipped hair disappeared into the sea of people, leaving Atemu to sigh and shift, waiting for his hikari to return. His head was full of various ceremonies and important dates, most of them from his time as a pharaoh of Egypt and some of them from his time sharing a body with Yugi, although those tended to buckle under the sheer volume of the former. Yugi had taken it upon himself to educate Atemu in the ways of the world that he had chosen to stay in, confusing traditions and all.

He was still working his way through the idea of a celebrating a good harvest when one was so removed from the actual work and some of the food didn't even come from the country one lived in when Yugi bounded up again, dropping the last forgotten item into the pile before herding Atemu to the other end of the check out to help load up the cart again. With two people working, it was quickly accomplished and they were heading out to the car again, Yugi still struggling with the cart as it was determined to go left no matter what.

The process was repeated at the trunk, Atemu stepping back as he watched Yugi and his mother work and tried to figure out the order in which the groceries were placed in the trunk. He had tried to help once, but everything he had put in had just been shifted around, so he usually just unloaded the car when they arrived home. There he knew where everything went. Yugi bustled off to return the cart, dashing back moments later and dodging the cars that were trying to find a parking spot in the packed lot; Atemu breathing easily only when his hikari was sliding into the back seat of the car.

Yugi groaned as his mother turned on the radio, Christmas songs playing out of the speakers as she pulled the car out of its parking space and drove home. He leaned forward as far as his seatbelt would allow. "Mom, it's not even Thanksgiving yet."

She laughed and turned off the radio, giving her son a smile through the rearview mirror. "I'm just getting into the mood."

Yugi sat back with a smile of his own. "There is no mood because it isn't even the right season."

Atemu chuckled at the exchange, slightly distracted by his own shifting through information, trying to remember exactly when Christmas was. Currently, the only images he was getting was of the ritualistic sacrifices of animals, which he knew was not part of the Christmas celebrations, and a white rabbit with eggs. He sighed and leaned back, closing his eyes. It was only weeks since he had gotten his memory back and decided to remain. He was still trying to sort through two lifetimes of memories.

He opened one eye as he felt a hand lay over his. Atemu looked down, seeing that Yugi had reached out to comfort him. The hand that lay over his gave a quick squeeze before retreating, leaving behind its gentle warmth. Atemu smiled, closing his eye again as he continued to shuffle through his memories, wondering if this sort of thing would be easier to do in his soul room.

The steady slow down of the car and the feel of brakes told him that he didn't have a time for that trip. He opened both eyes, quickly undoing his seatbelt and walking around back to help Yugi unload. The two of them worked fast, conveying the food to the kitchen where Yugi's mother was in charge of finding the space to put it all away, shooing them out when they were finished. Yugi gave Atemu a shrug and headed up to his room, the former pharaoh following.

Yugi and Atemu collapsed to the bed, the latter grunting as Yugi landed partially splayed over his back. He looked over his shoulder at a giggle, not surprised to see that Yugi was leaning over to peer at him. Atemu managed to wiggle one arm out from under him, resting his chin on it as he looked at Yugi out of the corner of his eye. "Hello, aibou."

There was another giggle. "Hello."

"Do you plan to lay there all afternoon?"

Yugi nodded, wriggling as he searched for another comfortable position that still kept him in contact with Atemu. "You're comfy."

Atemu laughed. "In all my years, I don't think I have been once called comfy."

"There's a first time for everything." Yugi had stopped his squirming, now resting his chin on Atemu's shoulder while the rest of his body lay over Atemu's. The former pharaoh shook his head, turning it so he could see Yugi better, enjoying the happiness that was in the violet eyes before shrugging, the motion sending Yugi toppling of him and to the side. That got him a poke in the ribs as Yugi scrambled up to a more stable position on the bed. "Mou hitori no boku!"

"You should know that it is a crime to touch the Pharaoh." Atemu sat up, a smile on his face as his joked. Yugi returned his smile before shy scooting closer to Atemu, yelping when he was pulled onto the former pharaoh's lap. Embarrassed, his played with his fingers while looking up through his blonde bangs.

"But you don't mind."

"Of course not." Atemu smiled before drawing Yugi into a kiss.

He woke up on Thursday noticing two things. One, Yugi had already woken up and left him, leaving the bed bereft of the usual warmth and him without his pillow. Second, something was beginning to smell really good, his stomach giving a feeble growl as he sat up. Atemu glared as his stomach before looking around the room, Yugi had priority over food.

Atemu looked over at the chair in front of Yugi's desk, noticing that the blue jacket that was usually slung across it was there. He frowned and propped himself up on the pillows, still processing everything through a haze of sleep. He glanced across the room, relaxing as he saw that the closet wasn't shut completely, just slightly ajar; a sure sign that Yugi had been there. He chuckled to himself before sliding out of their bed, walking over to the dresser to dig out his own clothes. Now that he knew that Yugi was safely up and somewhere in the house he could relax a fraction, one part of his mind wondering how the teenager could even stand after what they had done the night before.

He pulled on his leather pants, pulling on a long sleeved black shirt before snatching a grey vest with blue trim out of the closet as a second thought; he still wasn't used to the temperature here yet. Atemu made his way downstairs, pausing at the top of the stairwell to take a deep breath, feeling his mouth start to water from the delicious smell that was wafting up from the kitchen. He finally shook out of his daze and walked down the stairs, pausing as he saw a familiar person sitting on the couch. Deciding that figuring out what was causing that delicious smell could wait until later, Atemu made a detour to the couch, leaning over the back of the piece of furniture to rest his chin on top of Yugi's head. "Morning, aibou."

Yugi laughed, taking hold of one of Atemu's hands and urging him to come sit on the sofa. The former pharaoh complied with the request, settling himself by Yugi. The teenager grinned at him, wrapped up in a colorful blanket, before he tackled Atemu onto his back, snuggling up with him. "Morning, although, it's actually afternoon."

"Afternoon?" Atemu blinked in confusion, looking out of the nearest window.

"Yep." Yugi settled into a more comfortable position, resting his chin on the arms he had crossed over Atemu's chest. "Sleepy head. But, I let you sleep because you're old and you have to be tired after doing all that work you did last night."

Atemu blushed, looking down at the carpet before looking back at his aibou, noticing that Yugi was still smiling innocently down at him. The teenager shifted so he could reach out an arm, gently brushing his finger's over Atemu's cheek before correcting the path of a bang absently. "I almost never get to see you asleep. You're like a different person then, more relaxed. You need to do that more often."

"Sleep?"

"No. Relax." Yugi shifted up to give Atemu a kiss, the two of them looking up as Solomon walked into the living room.

"Unless the two of you are too busy, lunch is ready. Hurry before I eat it all."

"Grandpa!" Atemu groaned in disappointment as the warm weight of Yugi disappeared from on top of him, the teenager racing for the kitchen. He struggled with the blanket for a while before managing to untangle himself, nearly falling off of the couch during his battle. He walked into the kitchen at a more sedate pace, his eyes widening as he looked at the sheer amount of food in front of him. The small assaulted him seconds later, almost making him stagger back. He had attended feasts during his time as pharaoh, trying to avoid some more than others, but he had never smelled anything as delicious as this. His stomach gave a growl, urging him to walk forward.

Yugi glanced over at him from his place at the table, hopping up and going to the counter to help guide the former pharaoh through the sheer amount of food that he was seeing. In the end, Yugi just ended up piling things onto Atemu's plate with the assurance that they were good. Still slightly dazed by this, Atemu allowed himself to be led back to the table, glancing over at Yugi's plate in confusion. "Aibou, is Joey coming over?"

The teenager's eyes narrowed, Yugi leaning slightly over his food. "No, why?"

"Then you…" Atemu stared at the plate, realizing that he had never seen Yugi attempt to eat so much in one sitting. "You're going to eat all of that."

Yugi gave a cute giggle, mixing the gravy into his mashed potatoes. "I told you it was a holiday for celebrating a good harvest."

Atemu just shook his head, staring at his plate before tentatively staring, watching Yugi devour his food out of the corner of his eye.

"It's just, where does it all go?" Atemu leaned against one elbow, not really caring that it wasn't proper to have elbows on the table, his eyes wide as he watched Yugi clear his plate…again. The former pharaoh had lost count of helpings after three, wondering if this was a normal occurrence. To his relief, Yugi seemed to be done after this plate, lazily using a roll to mop up the rest of the gravy on his plate.

"I didn't eat breakfast today, mou hitori no boku, and it was," Yugi shifted to glance at the clock, "about two when we started. I was hungry."

Atemu laughed, smothering a yawn with his hand as he sat up. He caught Yugi's thoughtful look before the hikari popped the last of the roll into his mouth and wandered back into the living room. Atemu followed, finding that Yugi had returned to his spot on the sofa with the blanket wrapped around him. The former pharaoh joined him, curling at one end of the couch. He saw Yugi look his way, stretching out as the teenager shifted for him to do so. He was wondering what Yugi was up to when the hikari resumed his lying over Atemu's stomach, the former pharaoh grunting at the action. "Aibou, that hurts."

The response was a sleepy smile, Yugi rolling off to one side to rest in the small space between the back of the couch at Atemu, making a small sound of contentment before snuggling up to his lover. "Sorry."

"Yugi?"

"Sleepy." Yugi shifted, resting his head on Atemu's chest with a happy sigh, one arm moving to rest just above the former pharaoh's stomach. "You're warm."

"Ai," Atemu yawned in the middle of the endearment, "bou? What's going on?"

Yugi treated him to another one of his smiles, burrowing his face into the vest that Atemu wore. "Always happens. Get a full stomach and," Yugi waved a hand around, "something about the turkey and you get sleepy. Usually, we try to watch a movie after lunch."

"Try?"

"Yeah." There was another yawn from Yugi. "Mom and Grandpa clean up and then they come to watch a movie. I don't make it through, too tired, so they get away with choosing the worst movies. Don't mind today though, warm."

Atemu tugged at Yugi's arm, encouraging the teenager to crawl over him so he was lying at the edge of the couch with Atemu behind him. Yugi gave a whimper at the loss of warmth, looking back at Atemu as he struggled with the blanket before wrapping it around them again. The teenager sighed and snuggled back into Atemu, giving a content hum. "I think I like this Thanksgiving better than the others. Never had anyone to cuddle with afterwards."

The former pharaoh just gave a short sound of agreement, his eyes already falling closed. He felt good. He was warm, had a full stomach and, most importantly, Yugi was close to him. Atemu sighed, listening to the sleepy giggle that Yugi gave as the air tickled the back of his neck. So far, this was better than most of the other celebrations that he had been at when he had been the Pharaoh. For one, they included less Yugi and more witless girls. He felt his eyes slip closed, placing a kiss on the back of Yugi's neck before beginning to fall asleep. He was briefly woken up by a poke from Yugi. "Don't fall asleep now."

"Just resting my eyes, aibou."

"Is that what you said when they found you sleeping on the throne?"

Atemu opened one eye at the question, wondering if it was really worth it to expend the energy to sit up and glare at Yugi, knowing full well that his glares wouldn't work on his hikari. He threw the idea out, preferring to continue to hug Yugi to his chest. But that didn't mean that he would let the question, and the assumption that came with it, stand. "I never slept on the throne, aibou. Off it, yes. But never on it."

"Sure, mou hitori no boku. Sure." He held still as Yugi turned in his arms, tucking his head under Atemu's chin before giving a small sigh. "Smell like cinnamon. 'S good."

"Glad you approve." Atemu rested his chin on top of Yugi's head as the teenager took a grip of his shirt, pulling closer before finally relaxing.

"'Night mou hitori no boku."

Atemu smiled and kissed the top of Yugi's head before shifting minutely so he was comfortable. "Love you, aibou."

He got a mumbled reply before he slipped off into sleep, holding Yugi close to him.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone.

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