Okay so this is my first "serious" YuGiOh! fic so please don't be too harsh... unless, you know, I deserve it for example, if I'm extremely late on updating, the characters are terribley out of character, or if it's just constructive critisism. All flames will be ignored, or possibley reported depending on the circumstances, and my mood...

Pairing(s): Seto/Yami. If you don't like yaoi, then please press the little back button cleverly placed at the top of your screen. I warned you in the description that this was a yaoi so I don't want to see any flames about it.

DISCLAIMER: If I owned YuGiOh! or even part of it, there would more plot and less card games. Seriously... I think they were making those "rules" up as they went along -_-;

"Alright Yami, just turn a little more to the left. Perfect!"

The flash of a camera lit up the perfectly sculpted features of Yami Motou. Right now he was in the middle of a photo shoot for a well-known clothing company. The pay was good and he needed it because as his grandfather was getting older, he was also losing the ability to properly run the game shop and pay the bills. Taking on these modeling jobs was just how he put food on the table, since his younger brother was still in high school and couldn't take on a full-time job himself. Or at least Yami refused to let him to. He felt that since he was already an adult, it was his responsibility to take care of Yugi and his grandfather, but Yugi needed to go to school. The only reason Yami didn't finish collage was because it cost too much, and he worked hard to make sure the same thing didn't happen to Yugi.

"That's fine for now Yami, go get some water."

Yami nodded and walked off the set. Being under those hot stage lights was torture for his skin and he took big gulps from his water bottle to rehydrate.

"Hey cutie. Did you take some good shots for me?" a female voice called out.

Yami turned and saw his makeup artist, Mai Valentine, walking towards him. She took out a small white towel from her shoulder bag and tossed to him. Yami caught it with his free hand and started to lightly dab his forehead, careful not to smear any makeup. He didn't particularly care for the cosmetics, but Mai insisted because she absolutely refused to let him get washed out by the very uncomplimenting lighting. However, Yami knew better and figured it was just because she enjoyed deteriorating his male pride.

"Thanks, Mai. I needed that." Yami said.

"No kidding. Be sure not to ruin my flawless makeup job just yet, hun. It seems you're high in demand today." The blonde said with a smirk.

"What are you talking about?" Yami asked, tilting his head in confusion.

Mai nodded her head towards a door in the back of the room, "Seems like the boss has a special client in his office right now. And a pretty handsome one at that."

"Who is it?" Yami asked, his curiosity growing. At least a special client sounded like he could pay off the bills and have a little extra money to spend for himself. Or to buy Yugi a Christmas gift.

"You're about to find out. Mr. Arceneau's coming your way now, hun." Mai said subtly pointing her thumb towards a stout man in his mid forties. He seemed to have a dazed look on his face, which made the ex-pharaoh even more anxious. For as long as Yami had been working for this agency, his boss was never someone who was easily overwhelmed. Whoever this "client" was must have a lot of power and influence.

"Excuse me Mai, but I need to borrow Mr. Motou for a while." Mr. Areceneau said, seeming to regain his normal business like tone.

"He's all yours. Have fun cutie!" the blonde said, winking an eye to her tri colored friend before leaving the two men. 'Mai never changes.' Yami thought as he followed his boss to the door of his office. Mr. Arceneau stopped before the door and turned to Yami. The ex-pharaoh noticed that there were stress lines beginning to form across his forehead.

"Listen to me, Yami, and listen good. The man in my office right now has just offered us a very large amount of money for a model to use in his commercials. Unfortunately, I also know how stubborn you can be, so I need you to promise me right here and now that you won't do anything to upset this client. I need you to put on the charm and make this man believe that you're a civilized human being who doesn't throw potted plants at people."

"Okay, that guy was asking for it, but- " Yami started, but Mr. Arceneau immediately cut him off, "No buts, promise me now Motou or you're out of a job."

"Fine. I promise I won't upset him. So, who is it?" Yami said hastily. He was tired of being in the dark.

"Oh trust me, you'll know him when you see him. Come along." He said. He turned away from Yami and opened the office door. He signaled for Yami to follow him.

Yami walked into the office and watched as his boss walked over and exchanged a few words with a man whose back was turned to him. The man was about 6 inches taller than him with broad shoulders and soft looking brown hair. He sported a very expensive looking gray business suit and his every movement seemed to be competely in control. When he spoke everything, including his body language, just flowed gracefully. Even though he wasn't really paying attention to what was being said, Yami watched the man with interest. In fact, he hadn't even realized he had been staring until Mr. Arceneau said his name. He came back to his senses immediately, but lost them again once the brunette turned around to face him. 'Holy crap!' Yami thought, looking into the man's icy blue eyes. It was Seto Kaiba. As in Seto, the youngest CEO of KaibaCorp, rich beyond measure, does whatever he wants when he wants, freaking Kaiba!

Now he knew why Mai had looked so excited... she freaking loved the CEO, and every other guy out there with good looks and a lot of money. However, Yami had payed more attention to the brunette's behavior and public attitude...

"So Mr. Kaiba, I hope he lives up to your expectations. You said you wanted someone with unique qualities and personality to match, and I do believe Mr. Motou here fits that description down to a 'T'."

Why was this happening to him? Everyone knows that he's such a...

"God he's scrawny. And short. You know there's a reason you have to wear so many belts with those leather pants, right? Maybe you should try shopping in the kid's section from now on."

Cold-hearted bastard.

Yami felt his eyes narrow. He had to bit down on his tongue to keep himself from saying something equally as rude back. He crossed his arms across his chest to keep them from balling into fists. He knew he was skinny, but he had a very healthy appetite. Well his idea of a healthy appetite, which usually consisted of small salads and some lean meats. Yugi sometimes would joke with him about his eating habits, but coming from Kaiba, it felt like a slap in the face. It took everything Yami had not to walk up to Kaiba right then and punch him in that pretty face of his, or at least ingage in a heated arguement to defend himself.

"It's...very nice to meet you too, Mr. Kaiba." Yami said grudgingly. He felt his mouth twitch and hoped that it went unnoticed for Mr. Arceneau's sake. However, he could care less for the blue-eyed beast.

A sigh of relief appeared on Mr. Arceneau's face, thankful that Yami listened to him. For once. "So, when and where will you need Yami? He's ready to work whenever you are." The stout man asked, trying to divert the tension between the two youths. He had a feeling this would not end well. The sooner the job was over, the better it would be for his blood pressure.

"The shoot will take place tomorrow morning at eight in my mansion. Be there at seven-thirty if you need to have your hair and makeup done, princess. On second thought, come at seven." Kaiba said, looking at Yami with a smirk. He was purposely trying to make Yami's blood boil! Yami swore sweet revenge before this was over.

"I'll be there at seven-thirty." Yami said. He started walking out the door when Kaiba called out to him.

"Don't get lost, dental floss."

Yami was still fuming over Kaiba as he was gathering all of his belongings from around Mai's makeup table. He exchanged the outfit he borrowed for the photo shoot for a pair of thick black jeans, black boots, a red turtle neck shirt and a heavy black overcoat. He hadn't run into Mai on his way to the parking lot, so as soon as he got home he decided to call her on the house phone to tell her just how "charming"and "handsome" Kaiba really was.

"You're kidding! Haha, he seriously called you dental floss? Too funny!" Yami was becoming even more agitated as his friend continued to laugh at his expense over the phone.

"Yes, and princess and scrawny and short. I want to freaking kill him! He doesn't even know me!" He yelled.

"Aw, come on! I'm sure that was just his sense of humor, hun. Try not to let him get to you." Mai tried to reason, though Yami still heard muffled giggling.

"Well then he has one seriously messed up sense of humor. If he starts that up again tomorrow I think I'll be out of a job." Yami grumbled.

"Yami! Dinner's ready!"

Yami held his hand over the end of the phone, "Alright!" He then brought the phone back up to his ear and told Mai goodbye.

After dinner, Yami immediately went to take a well needed bath to melt away all the stress and frustration that had built up inside of him, courtesy of Seto Kaiba. Yami set the tub temperature as hot as he could make it without burning himself. With the outside temperature as freezing as it was, it took a while for the pipes to warm up and start spouting out hot water. Once the tub was full, Yami stripped and lowered himslef into the bath. He sighed as the heat relaxed his muscles and rested his head on the edge of the tub. He tried to get the young CEO out of his head, but it proved impossible. The insults, that cocky smirk, those beautiful blue eyes... it all drove Yami insane. He knew that there was no way that he would be able to behave himself tomorrow if he spoke to Kaiba. There just had to some way for him to get under the CEO's skin...

But Yami needed a plan. He wanted to get back at Kaiba and make him pay. Nobody made a mockery of Yami Motou without a fight. And if Kaiba was asking for a war, then that's exactly what he's going to get. The only problem was that he had promised his boss he wouldn't pull anything devious. What a shame...

Wait.

He promised that he wouldn't do anything, right? Now Yami had the perfect plan! He knew exactly how he could reap his sweet revenge and keep his job. There was no way this could go wrong.

With this thought in mind, Yami quickly finished bathing and wrapped a towel around his hair and waist. He impishly rushed into his bedroom and grabbed his cell phone from on top of his bed stand. He smiled darkly as he shuffled through his contact list and waited impatiently as the phone rang several times. The ringing finally stopped after the fourth time and Yami's lips got dangerously wider when he heard the voice on the opposite line.

"Hello?"

"Hey Malik. I need you to do me a favor. What are you doing tomorrow morning?"

So what do you guys think? I don't think I did too bad... however I can't say I'm too pleased with the word count. I usually have a really bad tendacy of writing big, bulky paragraphs, but I'm glad I didn't end up doing that this time. Cheers for me :) Well, I already have the next chapter sorta kinda planned out so hopefully I'll have that out soon-ish. Make sure you leave a review, Malik performs best with an adoring public ;D