I got the idea while watching several episodes of My Wife and Kids including the episode where Michael pushes Katie into the fountain at the restaurant as well as several episodes of George Lopez in which Max was shoplifting for Veronica. I changed the channel after that and watched some movie that's first scene I saw was two teenagers making out and while the movie itself was not half bad, I would never be able to recognize it for the life of me. When that finished I watched a Christian comedy afterwards about a girl who "receives a sign" that she should have sex with her gay boyfriend—who just came out to her—in order to "save" him, which is what influenced the guard's personality and opinions of homosexuality.

No lemons but there IS a BUNCH of sexual tension/frustration and the BRIEF mentioning of sex on several occasions as well as innuendos. Either way, it's SUPPOSED to be humorous but I honestly don't know considering I am so NOT a comedian. Sarcasm and blunt remarks are my forte, not genuine jokes. ANYWAYS! I HOPE it gets a smile somewhere.

I have a job interview coming up on Wednesday, which is why I figured I would try out a new genre and come out of my comfort zone a little AND get some serious stress relief (I swear my mom is driving me INSANE).

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh. At. ALL.

The Distraction

Curiosity was always a bitch.

Especially his.

"You weren't supposed to go back there," the security guard grumbled.

He didn't spare him the single moment of attention it would have taken to take the other male in.

"I was curious. Is there something against curiosity in this country?" he asked irritably.

"Stupid foreigner," the man hissed, walking away.

"Fat ass," he snapped in response, not once thinking about it as the words left his mouth, an automatic reaction in his annoyed state; several people nearby snickered at his comment but he ignored them, instead letting his eyes drift lazily around to find the head of beautiful goldenrod blonde only to end up staring in surprise at a head of unruly spiky hair just as wild and untamed as his own. He swore his eyes had to be six times their normal size, red irises nearly disappearing into rings of color out of pure shock.

And this kid…was American?

Well that was definitely new.

All the others had rather bland shades of color to their hair and generic spikes in the front to show off their foreheads.

Hmm…

"Yami."

"Ssh, Mana, I'm spying right now."

A giggle, warm and affectionate in its contagious amusement bubbled up behind him. "On who?"

"That short kid with the spiky hair. He looks like me."

"So?"

"So it's weird."

"Not really. You are the King of Games, remember?"

"Yes, but this is America, Mana."

"Yes, Yami I know where we are. Thank you." She paused and watched as a blonde with long pigtails raced out and grabbed his hand. "And, oh, look at that. He has a girlfriend. Obviously not interested. Now come on, I need your help."

He rolled his eyes but didn't look at her. "What?"

"I found the perfect purse."

"So go buy it like a normal person."

"I can't! That bitch has the only one left in the entire store!"

Finally peeling his eyes off of the other boy, the teen turned to his younger sister. "So what are you going to do about it?"

Ten minutes later, he was really wishing he hadn't asked; he was at the fountain because…well, why not? His sister was about to go back inside because apparently "the bitch" was just wandering around with her purse. On the plus side, however, the other boy with spiky hair was nearby and now Yami could see soft cherubic features and a slightly sharpened jaw line, long lashes and a rather petite frame. He had yet to see his eyes but he did see that his hair was a shade of blue-violet on the tips but with a base of black as dark and somehow as shiny as the finest obsidian. Bangs of gold were long and, in the single second he had been facing him, framed his face nicely.

But Yami wanted to see his eyes.

In the meantime, however, as the two wandered around the front of the clothing store, he got a really nice look at the smaller boy. With a pair of medium dark blue jeans that were tight enough to show off his skinny legs but not to the point that he looked like an emo boy with his hair half falling into his eyes and no ability to walk in a straight line, the cut of them showing off his slim hips enticingly to the point that Yami wanted to drool—and he never drooled—with a black shirt beneath a royal blue jacket he recognized as his own school's uniform jacket, the boy was nearly impossible to look away from.

Yami only looked away because too much staring was both rude and could possibly get him branded as a psychopathic stalker. You never knew in the states.

Mana gave him the signal a minute later and the red-eyed teen was so in tune with her that he did not even have to look, instead striding towards the smaller boy; the blonde alerted him to his arrival before he had the chance to startle him, both of them freezing upon eye contact. Yami felt his breath catch; the boy's eyes were the two most beautiful he had ever seen, almost never-ending in depth and rich in hue with wide pupils that were surrounded by mesmerizing dark blue that spilled into a purple almost akin to amethyst which turned into a ring of cerulean on the outer irises. Long lashes, so much longer than he had seen initially, framed large, wide eyes.

A snicker made both of them blink and look at the blonde girl.

"Yugi!" she laughed, waggling her eyebrows playfully.

"Rebecca!" he cried, eyes growing impossibly wider as his cheeks turned bright red.

Dear Ra, Yami was going to die. Thank the gods for tight jeans. Although, all things considered, he was pretty sure it did almost nothing to hide his growing erection; it was only going to get that much bigger. His head turned, eyes flashing in annoyance as his phone vibrated in his pocket; turning back, Yami found them both watching him with unfiltered curiosity. Well, whatever, this was his sister after all and the gods knew he would do anything for her. Besides, if that little exaggerated action she had made a moment before was any indication, Yami might have just been able to get out of there with his face still in one piece. Then again, Mana had said they were dating and his sister did seem to have some kind of instinct about those kinds of things, but she could have just been saying that with the sole purpose of making him pay attention to her dilemma.

Either way, he was done stalling.

Here was to hoping the blonde wasn't his girlfriend and wouldn't gouge out his eyes for what he planned to do.

"Yugi."

The name tasted delicious in his mouth and the curl of his lips as it rolled off his tongue was addicting. He fought the impulse to purr, instead settling for closing his eyes for a split second and swallowing the mass of saliva that the very name provoked from him.

Yugi's eyes widened slightly and a small ribbon of bright pink appeared beneath his eyes in a simple blush; beside him, Rebecca was laughing behind her hands, shaking her head slightly. She nudged him and the blue-violet gaze settled on her curiously. She mouthed the words, "His name!" and the embarrassed boy turned back.

"So what's y-your name?"

"My name is Yami."

He was squeaky in tone when he murmured, "Oh, o-okay."

Yami snickered and all pleasantries vanished from his lips when he reached out to grip the back of his head and tangle his fingers in his hair, leaning forward quickly to press their mouths together; a squeak of surprise allowed him to slip his tongue past the other boy's teeth even as he moved his free hand to pull Yugi forward a step as he shuffled back towards the fountain again. Two small hands pressed at his chest and just as he had wanted, the movement brought them closer to the fountain still. He moved his mouth away to kiss a trail over the smaller teen's smooth jaw line to the soft lobe of Yugi's left ear.

He nibbled gently, his teeth smooth and soft, affectionate in their attention, relishing in the quiet startled gasp that escaped the other boy. Yugi couldn't think straight, not because of the sensation of nervousness and pleasure that flew through him but because this was his first kiss ever and while he knew he was gay he didn't want it to be broadcasted everywhere! Small, soft close-mouthed kisses warmed his collarbone and left him involuntarily exposing more of his neck even as he pushed the taller teen away again.

Despite the lack of actual force to the shove, it threw the red-eyed teen straight into the water as he had wanted; he tried not to burst out laughing at the sensation of being soaked to the bone with the deliciously cold water that splashed him. Instead he let out a yelp and felt amusement bubble through him as every single person nearby looked up, their attention completely wrapped around this one little display now.

Yugi flushed violently and was relatively sure that if someone were to crack an egg on his face it would have cooked in a single second. "I—I—oh…"

Yami just barely suppressed his laughter. This boy was adorable and, though he could feel a small bit of guilt steadily growing to flood his system, he was actually happy this boy was the one he had picked because at least for the moment he wasn't going to become faceless. But then, Yugi gave off the aura of a pacifist and he had to admit that was rather placating if not even more amusing. The guilt was horrible, yes, and it left a bitter tasted in his mouth as it forced his stomach to churn, but it was Mana.

He hadn't agreed to do it but he had not argued either, purely because he knew he would have caved anyways. The good thing though was that at least his sexuality fit in with this distraction; he had never bothered with dating or with hookups but he knew he was attracted to guys and he had accepted that at the age of ten when he first suspected it. He hadn't exactly indulged in kissing either but everyone at Domino High knew that Vivian Wong had managed to shove her tongue down his throat when she ambushed him behind the bleachers. But they also knew he had lost patience and made her cry when he let loose his temper.

So, either way, no one had tried to kiss him again after that.

And he was grateful for this but at the same time it drove him insane.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," Yugi murmured, shaking his head slightly, eyes wide as he reached his hand out; Yami snatched it with a wide devious smirk that made Yugi freeze just before he was tugged harshly and tumbled straight into the fountain. He let out a squawk that made his lungs hurt with the violent exhale, landing on top of the red-eyed boy's sitting form, one knee between his, hands on his shoulders and water raining down on both of them. Laughter painted red had him flushed and glaring irritably, frustrated beautifully with this mesmerizing stranger and his own terrible embarrassment.

Yami's mouth curved up first into a tiny half-smile and then a small grin that turned into a lopsided smirk and finally a mere massive one before he let out a small breathy chuckle that quickly escalated into full-out guffaws; Yugi flushed harder as the laughter shot around the mall wildly and drew everyone in the immediate area's attention.

"Are you two okay?" an elderly woman asked, clearly concerned.

Yugi flushed harder, sure his face had to be the shade of a tomato, but when he opened his mouth, turning his head towards her, a hand found its way into his hair once more and his body tingled violently as lips clashed with his and sent his mind into a spiral of surprise, confusion, want, need and mind numbing pleasure that made his heart beat that much faster.

Catcalls separated the air around them, making their way through the haze that clouded Yugi's mind like the roar of the blood pounding in his ears. He pulled his mouth away, stunned to find his eyes staring at a pair of swollen lips that made his stomach twist with some kind of strange delight. He wondered if his lips looked like that and found himself surprised by the chill of pure excitement that shot through him.

Excitement?

He couldn't understand it, but by the gods if he wasn't exhilarated.

The crash tore through him, however, so quickly that his heart felt as if it had fallen into his stomach, the sensation making him tremble briefly, mouth growing dry as he took in the tall green-eyed-and-haired security guard who growled, "What are you two doing?"

Yami found himself almost purring with delight; payback time. He nearly sang his victory even as Yugi scrambled to his feet and looked embarrassed, scared and almost close to tears, but when the man looked ready to sneer at the small boy, the red-eyed teen purred out, "Well, if you must know, he is the one I was looking for in those porn catalogs you keep in the back"—Yugi went wide-eyed, swallowing harshly as his head snapped towards him with a cherry-red face that Yami winked at playfully—"because he's my boyfriend. But, alas, thanks to you, I was late, and that means I made him wait. Seeing as he doesn't like to be left waiting, the saucy little thing he is"—Yami made a move like scratching the air with a lazy flick of his right wrist that had Yugi's face a shade rivaling his eyes—"he pushed me in the pool because he knows I don't like dripping outside of the bedroom, so I got him back by pulling him in with me. And oh my god, if we didn't just have the craziest wild monkey make up sexever."

Laughter, catcalls and wolf whistles shot through the air, making the red-eyed teen smirk widely, draping an arm over the gawking boy's shoulders. Only when Yugi had managed to somewhat calm his racing heart did he managed to exhale a weak "H-he's kidding" that only Yami heard, rolling his eyes in response and sighing as he moved closer to throw his other arm around Yugi's shoulder, moving behind him and draping his arms lazily in front of the other boy's chest.

"Okay, fine. It wasn't exactly sex but damn if he wasn't moaning like it was." Yami snickered when Yugi's eyes nearly popped out of his head, observed when he laid his chin on his left arm and turned teasing eyes on the smaller boy. "I feel like I've neglected him now. I mean, I know I kiss well, but damn. You'd think he was still a virgin!"

Yugi let out a small squeak and bit his tongue hard, heart still racing tenfold. Oh gods, he could feel him, there, just lightly against his back, neither imposing nor impassive. If he wasn't so embarrassed he might have tried to stop him or maybe his raging hormones would take control and that foreign taste of icy mint chocolate would coat his tongue once more and that budding erection would be put to good use and he really wouldn't be a virgin anymore. And, oh gods, if that wasn't an embarrassing thought but he didn't want to stop it anytime soon.

"Now, you see, the thing is, our six month anniversary is tonight and we have something big planned out. If you know what I mean."

The purr in his ear had his heart pounding in his throat and tremors of pure excitement tearing through him and arousing him further; his head told him to stop the other teen but the strange exhilaration in his veins told him otherwise, and besides, even pretending like this, for the moment this beautiful stranger was his. And aside from that, it was kind of fun watching the security guard twitch at all the insane insinuations Yami was making.

"You know how it is for us young teenage males," the taller teen continued in a drawl, turning his head to nuzzle Yugi's cheek, his breath hot against his skin and causing him to shiver, heart pounding and skipping in its beat. "No self-control. Hands wandering everywhere. Especially below the belt."

Some people were laughing now, and Yugi had to wonder at which one was more amusing, the smirking and thoroughly amused Yami or the terribly embarrassed red-faced Yugi. The pair of them standing like this had to be nothing short of hilarious. If he was standing there as a spectator, he was pretty sure that he too would have been laughing. There was no way he wouldn't have.

"Always with the hormones, us teenagers. Just so terribly easy to become aroused. Especially with a boyfriend as adorable as mine," Yami continued in a loud yet husky voice.

Yugi was starting to think his skin would become this color permanently; lips, burning but soft in their touch, trailed blazing kisses along the column of his neck, a smooth smirk of pure amusement defiantly aimed at the guard, the purr to his voice smooth and inescapable, practically binding in the spell it cast.

"Can't you imagine it? He's such an intoxicating little creature. Mm…soft skin to trail you fingers over, those plush lips swollen with kisses, a hot body to bury yourself inside…" When Yugi finally allowed himself the indulgence of his desire to look down at the other boy's face, he found himself letting out a single small strangled moan at the sensation of locking eyes with the smoldering red gaze burning like lava. "Don't you just want to fuck him senseless? How could you possibly deny me a pleasure that you yourself enjoy every night?"

He was breaking and Yami was seconds away from laughing; he shouldn't have given him that look when he had wandered back there on accident, when his curiosity had gotten the better of him. He shouldn't have looked at him like he was a piece of trash when he had pretended to be looking for gay porn in the back of the store like he had, shouldn't have turned up his nose at the teen.

He was trembling and Yami was snickering softly in his ear as the guard spat, "Because my wife is a woman you ignorant brat!"

"Got something against homosexuals?" Yami taunted.

"Homosexuality is disgusting and obnoxious. It's unnatural. Men and women are meant to be together. You're all going to hell!"

Yami wasn't really paying attention to him anymore because some people in the crowd were outraged and yelling at him while others started making out; his eyebrows shot up when he saw four of them all sucking face. He hadn't been expecting it, but that was okay. It was whatever, really.

Yugi, on the other hand, was thoroughly awed by it all, mouth opened in a slight part, eyes even wider and to the point that they nearly jumped out of his head. And now that the attention was off him and Yami and the taller teen was no longer watching him, he could finally feel the heated embarrassment leaving his skin.

Thank the gods. He was pretty sure any longer and he would have gotten heat flash.

He turned back to the taller boy, staring until those red eyes focused on him slowly.

"You just…The entire mall…It's a fucking orgy!"

Yami snickered in amusement. "You'd think I was a celebrity."

Of course, his publicity as the King of Games didn't really matter in the US and he didn't care enough to bother thinking that it did; in all honesty, it was a title and nothing more as far as he was concerned. He didn't care about that. At all. And the only reason he had gained the title was because Bakura had pushed at him until he finally gave in and dueled against their cousin Seto after the two had gotten into a fight and Bakura had lost several of his strange prized possessions to the brunet. Yami had been drawn into it reluctantly but had lost his temper when Seto sneered at him, thinking he didn't even know how to play the game in the first place.

Yugi went to respond but ended up having the words devoured in his mouth when his lips were met with Yami's once more; the delicious muscle he had been craving returned and the sensation burned him like he had stuck his hand in the flames of the hottest fire. His heart was everywhere, leaping in open bounds that left his mind practically trembling. Excitement coursed through him but also undeniable doubt. Yami was using him forwhatever reason and he knew this so why did he enjoy it so much? Was it simply an adrenaline rush?

Yugi was visibly amused when Yami finally let him breathe again, stunned when he saw that many of the bystanders and some of the employees were leaving nearby stores to choose sides, but he was far from surprised to see that many of the older people took stance with the guard while the younger generation took their side. But he was fairly surprised to see that some people had gathered at the higher railings and were looking down at them to see the cause of the uproar.

Yami was laughing and reveling in the chaos of the situation when he grabbed Yugi and kissed him hard, making a movement for the crowd that had formed behind them with a flick of his hand, smirking so widely it nearly cracked his face as they all got carried away a few minutes later, hands under shirts, hands down pants or up skirts and pleasure tainting the air. He choked, however, when he spotted two guys in the act of fucking like a pair of bunnies.

"Dear Ra," he breathed, wanting to look away but unable to due to his awed admiration. Even he didn't have the guts to fuck in a public place where they were obviously on camera as well!

Yugi, on the other hand, turned a ferocious shade of red as his own mind replaced them with himself and Yami. And he knew that was awkward andfar too fast, to the point it really made him horribly nervous and concerned, but fuck him if Yami wasn't the most beautiful guy he had ever met. Especially with those amazing red eyes that put his own exotic gaze to shame.

Gods, he couldn't stop. But he wasn't even sure he actually wanted to.

Yami snatched him back into the realty of the situation by grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him hard so that he stumbled but regained his balance enough to run with him, the two laughing as they weaved their way through the crowd with the guard chasing them; he found himself blushing again as his fingers were twined with the taller teen's as he shot him a wink and a smirk over his shoulder. His palm was warm to the point that he was amazed it didn't burn but he suspected that might have just been his hyper awareness, his terrible excitement that made every nerve in his body pulse with satisfaction and pure exhilaration as his heart continued its rapid beats.

Yugi had to yell to hear himself over the roar of blood in his ears when he laughed, "I feel like a fugitive!"

Yami cracked up, holding a finger to his lips as they made a mad dash for the escalator. "Damn it, Yugi! Look at what you did now!" he cried gleefully, shooting him a massive grin.

"Oops."

The red eyes gleamed in amusement that almost seemed tangible if he only tried to reach out.

And, oh gods did Yugi wish he could touch that beautiful amusement, the sparkling sea of burning embers and vivid sunsets, of flowing blood and gleaming rubies.

And, oh, how his heart pounded all the more.

Gods he wanted Yami and he wanted him bad.

But this was probably a one-time thing. He doubted he would ever see this willful spirit again.

The thought was crushing but at least it came before he found himself attached.

But, gods, how had this even happened?

He'd never known such an intense and instant sensation before.

"You know, I think that guy in Mall Cop had a scooter," Yami said, eyes gleaming and lips dawn back in one beautiful smirk that seemed to light up the entire mall. "Maybe he should invest in one."

He couldn't stop laughing, whether from the joke or the situation and its utter ridiculousness or his adrenaline rush he had no idea, but still he found it impossible to stop.

He was enjoying himself and he shouldn't have been because he had a natural aversion to really doing anything that could result in him being in trouble.

Even with Joey and Tristan he naturally avoided this.

The thought was enough to make him stop short altogether, suddenly going completely still; Yami winced at the fresh shot of pain that coursed through his arm at the sensation of his shoulder being pulled so violently because of his own speed.

"Yugi?" he asked, worried, eyes flashing with a deep concern that was far too powerful to merit having just met him.

Did that mean that Yami was just as affected as he was?

But then…why was he so affected by the red-eyed teen?

And if it was requited on Yami's half, did that mean that he had this same affect?

"Yugi," he repeated, this time with urgency that made the smaller boy blink in surprise.

He glanced over his shoulder and then snatched Yami's hand again, moving to reach his side. "Sorry. I just got a little distracted," he murmured, giving him a weak simple smile.

Yami stared at him with open curiosity but nodded nonetheless. Yugi wasn't lying but he wasn't entirely truthful either but Yami let it go because there wasn't really much else for him to do. They had to worry about not getting caught because he was pretty sure they could be thrown into a juvenile detention center for something along the lines of moral misconduct or pretty much indecency or something or other along those lines.

American laws were just too annoying and complicated for him to actually give a fuck.

Honestly. No one had time for that.

A clicking noise beside him made him look over. Crap, how long had Yugi's teeth been chattering like that?

Red eyes shot around immediately, scanning for paths and hiding places, and Yugi let out a small cry of surprise when Yami pulled off to the side with no warning. He stumbled several times, his teeth obnoxious but impossible to stop in their vicious clicking. He hissed in annoyance but it did nothing to quell his trembling jaw.

The employee shot them a surprised look but also seemed thoroughly amused and gestured towards the bathrooms in the back of the store; the taller teen easily led the way to the small stalls, picking the largest which he knew would have a sink and paper towels, grabbing several of them and reaching out to start drying his wet hair.

Yugi yelped at the sudden action, twisting to get out of his reach and slamming his hip into the porcelain of the sink, eyes wide and startled as they regarded him.

Yami stared back silently, too confused and startled to even think of something to say, arms frozen in their outstretched position, paper towels clenched tightly in a white-knuckled grip, red eyes slightly widened but blank in expression, mirroring his face.

For a moment the obvious and rather sudden strain of tension wrapped itself around them like an anaconda, constricting as the seconds passed.

"Are you all right?" the taller teen finally questioned.

Yugi had a split second impulse to tell him about how he had been bullied rather viciously when he was younger but fought it off. Yami didn't need to know that and Yugi didn't need to relive it, especially with that cynical voice in his ear whispering, He might do it too if he knows.

Because, really, what did he know about Yami?

Instant attraction or not, the other teen was still very clearly a stranger.

Sure, Yami seemed nice, but that could have been a farce. And Yugi really couldn't deal with being seen as any weaker today.

Besides, they went to the same school and everything, so what happened if he told him and Yami turned around and did the same to him as soon as he got him alone? He didn't think he could ever deal with another beating like the last he had gotten from Ushio, but that had been ninth grade and since then he had scurried away like a dog with its tail between its legs whenever they were in the same vicinity, and he had no idea, but it hadn't been Joey or Tristan and with the fact that he and Yami looked so much alike, it was possible that Yami had been the one to beat him until he couldn't think straight. And if he had done that—and to Ushio of all people—then what was going to stop him from doing it to Yugi too?

"I'm okay," he murmured, forcing a smile.

Yami studied him for a moment. "You aren't very good at lying. Your eyes give you away. They scream the truth. The problem is, it's impossible to know what that truth is," he commented quietly, eyes narrowed into slits. "But that's fine. Keep your secrets. Whatever."

Yugi looked at him curiously. He didn't sound mad, at least. But if Yami could tell he was lying when his friends couldn't, then either he was very intuitive—and Yugi really hoped that was it—or he lied a lot too. Gods this could all be an act…

What if Yami was just waiting for something and then—?

He jumped a mile and hissed in pain as his injured hip took another blow, bruising further.

"You're a jumper, huh?" Yami commented with a small smirk before opening the stall door even as Yugi opened his mouth to deny him both the truth of his comment and his opening of the door, worried it was the guard, but went completely still when he saw a blue-green-eyed blonde girl holding several clothing items.

"Narcissistic much, Yami?" she teased with a small grin.

"Oh shut up, Mana," he snickered good-naturedly, taking them from her.

"He's cute," she gushed, smiling widely and taking him in pointedly now that there were no more clothes in her arms.

Yugi didn't respond, because honestly "cute" seemed to be code for "weak" as far as guys went. He didn't think she meant it that way, but still, "cute" was hardly the adjective he wanted to be associated with. Besides, his silence didn't even bother the other two teens, though she did look a little curious, but that was more because she was seeing him rather than because he hadn't reacted to her comment.

"Get out of here before one of them mistakes you for a guy," Yami said simply, sorting through the clothes for a moment before putting the skinny jeans and new shoes down, fighting to hold off the smirk that was threatening to curve his lips.

"I'm too feminine to be mistaken for a guy," Mana stated matter-of-factly.

"Those mosquito bites on your chest don't seem to agree," the red-eyed teen teased playfully.

Mana gasped dramatically and pushed her breasts up with her palms; Yugi watched the two interact and slowly found himself staring at Yami for a moment. Gods, Mana had breasts. He could not call them mosquito bites. There was just no way.

"That micro-penis of yours says you aren't a guy," she hissed back.

Yugi found himself flushing horribly. Um, no, Yami definitely did not have a micro-penis. No, that thing that had touched his back had been far from small.

"Tell me you at least kept it in your pants, Yami," she cried, exasperated.

Yami was laughing his ass off, staring at Yugi pointedly and practically guffawing when he didn't immediately realize. "Yes, Mana, I kept that thingin my pants," he snickered.

Yugi stared blankly and then turned bright red, shocked out of his mind. He'd spoken out loud. Oh gods, he'd spoken out loud.

He ducked his head while the siblings snickered in amusement at his keen embarrassment.

"Ra, how much did you spend?" Yami asked, deciding to spare the other boy more teasing as he looked at the clothes and raised an eyebrow at his sister; she was known for spending far too much on a single trip to the mall.

"Not nearly as much as you would think."

"Oh Ra, that could mean anything."

Yugi kind of liked her laugh. It had an infectious quality to it that made him want to smile. It was light and floaty and made his insides tingle with warmth. The warmth had no other name. It lacked emotion. It was simply just that. Warmth. Pure and simple.

"Just get dressed. He looks like he's going to turn blue any second now."

Yami regarded him thoughtfully, frowning when he saw that Yugi looked pale now and his lips were trembling but he had obviously warmed up because his teeth were no longer clicking. "Yeah, okay," he muttered quietly, mind wandering to the moment before. Would Yugi jump like that again?

He hadn't meant to scare him and he hadn't thought he had done anything scare-worthy…

He stopped short for a moment, calculating slowly and weighing the chances of this boy being Yugi Motou.

But what were the odds?

Yami decided not to voice his thoughts, instead going about grabbing the paper towels again and offering to them, watching as, like a timid mouse, the smaller boy reached out slowly and took them from him, not looking scared but oddly curious and inquisitive before he went about doing what Yami had originally attempted.

Five minutes later Yugi found himself standing in gray skinny jeans and a black button down shirt with black Converse. He hadn't removed his bracelets and the material was cold and laden with the soft fibers but he still refused to take them off. Chill and weight be damned.

Yami was dressed in a deep red graphic tee, black skinny jeans that showed off his hips nicely with red Converse. The taller teen handed him the gray baseball cap and went about putting on the black one.

"Oh geez, tuck it in," Mana whined as soon as she spotted them; both swapped looks of pure confusion after scanning each other slowly and vividly to figure out which one was the victim of the blonde's annoyance, Yami snickering not a second later went his sister went about tucking in a startled Yugi's black button down shirt. "Boys are so helpless."

"You know Yugi," Yami drawled, making him look up with wide eyes, blue-violet gaze curious and slightly confused by the humor in his red orbs, "you should probably learn to do it yourself or the next thing you know, she'll be tying your shoes and wiping your ass."

Yugi turned bright red and even Mana who was used to her brother's wilder sense of humor blushed somewhat; she swiped at him but came up with only air when Yami moved away from her reach easily, a small grin on his face and eyes sparkling with pure amusement.

"Um, no thank you. I think I can handle that on my own," Yugi murmured awkwardly, swallowing hard.

Both of them stopped short for a moment before snickering despite how strained the weak attempt at humor came out.

Well, at least they weren't making fun of him.

"All right, well Bakura has Bluebell waiting at the entrance," the blonde announced.

"Bluebell?" Yugi echoed, confused. "Like the ice cream?"

Yami burst out laughing but Mana looked infuriated, puffing her reddened cheeks out and very well taking on the appearance of being utterly constipated. It was not an attractive look. "Bluebell is my car," she snapped, irritated.

"You…named your car…Bluebell?"

"Got a problem with that, Jack?"

"Yugi…"

"Oh my Ra! Seriously?"

Yugi blushed furiously, swallowing hard as Yami doubled over, hugging his stomach with tears in his eyes.

"I…I…You named your car Bluebell!"

Yami was sobbing now, grabbing at his arm to steady himself, wheezing; Yugi was so stunned that he was blurting out repetitions. And his sister, oh Ra he wished luck upon anyone she ended up with; she looked ready to break the boy's kneecaps.

The smallest teen in the group swallowed hard under the girl's glare and almost felt like he might buckle under the weight of Yami's outstretched arm, but at the same time the hand on his arm was perfectly grounding, holding him upright despite Mana's glare. For a moment his mind raced with confusion, with the fear but prominent exhilaration and comforting calm that passed over him with that repetition of wonder at the strange connection with the other boy.

If it had been Joey or Tristan doing this he would have been blurting out apologies by now and then worrying she would tear him to pieces.

His skin tingled. He was embarrassed and her glare made him nervous but he wasn't scared. Not of Yami becoming mad at him as well or even Mana clawing his eyes out.

No, his natural instinct to blurt things out awkwardly when he was nervous was there but he wasn't scared. And that was honestly kind of shocking.

"Quit laughing already. It's not that funny!" Mana snapped, turning her violent blue-green eyes on Yami.

He choked, laughing that much harder.

"Damn it, Yami, it's not that funny!"

"Oh contraire, dear sister, it's hilarious," Yami responded, smirking widely.

Large blue-green eyes rolled dramatically. "So full of shit."

"Oh please, if you were in my place you would be laughing just as fucking hard, Mana. You know damn well that if it was me getting offended over something as stupid as my car's name you wouldn't be able to stop," he stated with a dismissive flick of his wrist. "Honestly, Mana, it's a car. And you named her Bluebell. I told you that someone would confuse it with the ice cream brand at some point. But you didn't listen. It's not my fault Yugi didn't know your car was named Bluebell of all things."

"How dare you! Bluebell is beautiful!"

"Not as a name! It sounds like you're obsessed with ice cream!"

"No it doesn't!"

"It kind of does…"

He hadn't realized he had spoken until Mana leveled him a glare and Yami smirked with a playful wink.

"Two against one, Mana."

"You both suck balls."

"Each other's?" Yami asked innocently, provoking a strangled noise from Yugi's throat that had him blushing furiously once more.

"You have no shame," he breathed out in a weak exhale.

"It's impossible to in my family." The smirk he shot with that statement had his heart skipping a beat even as his face heated all the more.

"Oh please, would you two stop verbal-and-eye-fucking each other for ten minutes?" Mana complained with a slight whining note to her voice.

Yugi covered his fiery face with his hands, struggling not to scream. Gods, why?

And how the hell had he ended up in this position?

He paled drastically, the color draining from his skin completely. Oh gods, where was Rebecca?

He was so screwed if she left already. This was his first time in the states and now…

"I didn't think he could get any paler!" Mana cried in awe.

Yami's palm met his face. Only his sister.

Which reminded him…

"Tell me you at least got the fucking purse because if you didn't—"

"Hey, you got to make out with this adorable little teen over here so don't even pretend you have any right to get mad, Yami," Mana said dismissively.

"Purse?" Yugi muttered, momentarily pushing his panic away to speak.

"I had to cause a distraction so that she could get a stupid purse."

"This…was all about a purse?"

He had known that it wasn't anything real because there was no foundation for something serious but the blow still blindsided him with its strength. Gods, his first kiss was a play by an amazingly hot guy to let his friend get a purse. How lower could this situation possibly sink?

Gods, his mind was spinning and his head was starting to hurt.

It could have been anyone. So why him?

"Shit, are you okay?" Mana asked, alarmed.

"Yeah," he croaked out after a long moment. "Yeah, I'm…"

"Mana, go call Bakura and so help me, if you don't have that purse, I'm smothering you in your sleep."

"Not cool, Yami," she hissed out, grabbing her phone from the jean jacket she was wearing and wandering off.

Vaguely Yugi wondered why he hadn't even glanced at her clothing but he didn't get the chance, startling when red eyes narrowed and took him in; was this the part where Yami stopped being nice and threatened him?

"You look ready to piss yourself," Yami commented with a small sly smirk. "Do you need to pee, Yugi?"

His face turned bright red and he really hated himself for being embarrassed so easily. "W-what? No!"

"Then could you stop making that face? It kind of freaks me out."

Yugi stared at him for a long moment and then finally mumbled, "Why me?" with an undercurrent of hurt that made the slight wobble to his words that much more noticeable. His eyes pricked and stung but his teeth clamped against his tongue stopped any chance of tears. He refused to cry over this.

A long minute passed between them, silence too thick to cut until finally Yami opened his mouth and stated a simple, "Because you're cute and impossible not to notice. And besides that, I like you."

"You…what?" he muttered disbelievingly. "You don't even know me…"

"So what? Never heard of instant attraction?"

"That's…" Yugi trailed off because if he said it was only fairytale stuff he knew he would end up feeling disappointed in himself for it later. Now the question was if Yami actually felt it too or if it was just a joke.

Honestly, Yugi wasn't sure which one he wanted.

They both had their pros and cons equally.

"Don't pretend you don't feel it too. If you didn't, you wouldn't have gone along with it."

"I'm a pacifist," Yugi said awkwardly, clearing his throat.

Yami raised an eyebrow. "You had every chance to run."

Yugi debated this. He did have the chance to run when he pushed Yami into the fountain, when everyone was still arguing; he could have pulled away when they were running from the guard. And he had a feeling Yami wouldn't have stopped him.

"I…I…"

"You feel it too. That's why you didn't run."

He wasn't sure if he should agree or not. If he did, would Yami take advantage of it? If he didn't, would he hurt the other boy?

Yugi decided to stay quiet, watching as Yami studied him.

"You know, I'm kind of curious. You go to my school and yet I have never seen you before," he drawled casually.

He blinked, curiosity making his eyes widen. "You go to Domino High too?"

"Junior."

"What? You're a junior too?"

"Yes." He paused. "Didn't you hear about Vivian being rejected? About how big a douche I was when I lost my temper…?"

"That was you? Someone told me it was Yusei who did that."

"Yusei?" Yami rolled his eyes. "My name doesn't even sound similar."

Yugi cracked a small smile, about to answer when instead his voice produced the words, "What are you doing in California then?"

"My cousin Seto is meeting with the owner of Industrial Illusions for a collaboration with a new game series."

"Oh…"

Yami waited a long minute but Yugi never asked so instead he simply watched as his sister came back into view but remained on the phone.

"So what are you doing here, Yugi?"

"My grandpa and I came here to see his friend and Rebecca," he answered, ignoring the way his body tingled and he found his fingers fidgeting at the lilt of his name off Yami's tongue.

"Hmm…"

"Well Bakura stole Bluebell," Mana huffed. "Drove off to get something to eat."

"Can't even pretend to be surprised," Yami snickered. "Your fault for letting him have the keys."

"Yeah, but last time Malik decided to speed around and practically crash into everything!" Mana whined.

"Whatever. So we're here for the time being."

"Yeah."

"Then let's go have some fun, shall we?"

"But you're already in trouble…"

"I'm not going to be here forever, Mana. Besides, Seto will bail us out if he has to."

Yugi blinked when their attention settled on him expectantly. Confusion swarmed him momentarily before his eyes widened with realization. But that made no sense. Why were they including him?

"I need to find Rebecca," he murmured, finding himself shifting his weight slightly, unnerved by their attention and unsure what else to do.

"Well, we can have fun in the meantime," Yami offered, making Yugi freeze in surprise at the silent pleading in his eyes; Yami really wanted him to stay, to spend more time with him…

"Live a little," Mana teased though Yugi hardly heard her, too caught up in the gaze of the other boy that made his insides burn with arousal, excitement and a curious wonder.

"Um…okay…"

"Great!" Mana cheered.

"Perfect," Yami commented, the casual statement bordering a purr in its amused lilt.

Mana dashed off while Yugi wondered at what they could do and Yami thought about what to do to cause some mayhem, spotting the baby section and taking in the strollers only to stop short when Yugi's stomach suddenly growled loudly, making his head snap towards the blushing teen.

"S-sorry."

"How about pizza?" he asked, ignoring the apology pointedly.

Yugi blushed harder as a thought slapped him across the face. "I don't have any money on me…"

He hadn't come with Rebecca for shopping but to help her carry her things so he didn't have any money on him which was good because it would have been ruined with that fall in the fountain. And thank the gods he had dropped his phone in Rebecca's purse earlier that day.

"That's fine. My card has more than enough on it for a simple pizza."

"But…" He trailed off and his stomach growled again just as loudly as it had before. "Um…okay. Thank you…"

"Now come on, let's get something to eat and then we can find Rebecca and you can leave with her."

Was it just him or did Yami sound upset with that idea?

Maybe he thought that Yugi didn't like him if he was looking for the blonde…

He didn't comment on this suspicion, instead following him without a second thought towards the food court, both going simply unrecognized by all of the others standing around or talking, most conversations focused on them without their actual knowledge towards the two of them; they settled at the table-booth a few minutes later, taking slices in a companionable but slightly awkward silence.

"D-does this count as a date?" Yugi finally blurted out.

"It can," Yami said simply, shrugging. "Or, if you're interested, I could take you on a real one in Domino instead."

His mouth fell open, cheeks tinted a startled pink. Yami wasn't kidding when he said he was interested in him…but if he was serious…Gods, Yami actually wanted to date him!

"But, as far as first dates go, how is this one going for you?"

Yugi blinked and then smiled a little. "It's okay. Kind of cool. Easier than it looks on TV…"

"Well, in the spirit of first dates and new friends, what are some of your interests?"

"Well," Yugi drawled, fighting off a wide smirk as Yami went about sipping his soda, "I don't like having to wait and I enjoy crazy wild monkey make up sex with my boyfriend inside of the mall's fountain."

Yami snorted soda through his nose, recoiling and sniffling as he wiped at it and coughed several times. "Oh my Ra," he choked out, watching as Yugi burst out laughing at him, his blue-violet eyes alight with mischievous amusement that made his lips pull up into a small smirk even as a small chuckle passed through his lips. "I'm sorry. About that."

Yugi rolled his eyes, shaking his head with a small grin. "So is Mana your sister?"

He blinked. "We don't look alike at all, do we?"

"Nope. But Mana…that's an Egyptian name isn't it?"

"Yes. My father is the ambassador."

"But…you don't look Egyptian…" He blinked and the blush that lit his cheeks stunned him rather effectively, his instincts taking over at his momentary, unplanned rudeness. "Oh gods, I'm sorry…"

Yami snorted in amusement. "Oh, please, Yugi. You think I would be this pale if I was a full-blooded Egyptian?" he teased. "No, my mother is Japanese. And the last of the Sennen's so my father took that as his last name. I was the first born and Mom always wanted a boy so she named me Yami. Dad wanted a girl so he named Mana."

"Oh. That's…" Yugi smiled. "That's really sweet and admirable."

Yami shrugged slightly with a small smile. "Yeah, well…"

"Mana is really beautiful," he commented casually; when he didn't blush at his own compliment Yami raised an eyebrow and smirked slightly.

"You leaving me for my sister now, Yugi?"

He chuckled at the massive blush that crossed his face, Yugi ducking his head in response.

"So, is Mana the only beautiful one?" he coaxed, smirking.

"I-isn't that effeminate?" Yugi choked out, swallowing hard and shifting slightly in his seat.

"I don't know. The question is really whether I care," Yami murmured. "How about you tell me, Yugi?"

"Huh?"

Yami nearly purred when those wide blue-violet eyes met his in surprise and confusion. "Well, Yugi, I think you're beautiful so, do you think it's effeminate?"

His head ducked again, Yugi found himself feeling as if someone had just asked him to marry them. There were sparks of pure excitement, a small bite of embarrassment for not having seen it coming; a twist in his stomach pronounced his happiness and the skip of his heart hit him with a rush of adrenaline.

"Um…n-no?" he squeaked. But really, when it came down to it, this was really the only compliment he had ever been given so maybe he was just eager to accept it.

"Well, little one, there you have it. Not effeminate."

Yugi decided not to comment, instead sipping his soda as Yami selected his last piece of pizza and pushed the last slice towards him, the smaller teen offering a grateful smile as he took it, the new silence nothing short of perfectly comfortable; as soon as they had finished Yami found himself texting Mana the message of Are you ready to go? only to receive an answer a few minutes later saying No, Bakura is still running around.

Thank Ra his phone was waterproof at least…

"Well, what do you want to do now?" Yami murmured as they started walking again.

His response was purely impulsive, without any thought of the words about to leave his mouth. "Kissing."

Yami stumbled over his own feet, head whipping around with drastically wide eyes. "What?"

"Um…" He parted his lips just enough to slip his tongue out and wet them. "N-nothing."

The purr built up in his chest and rumbled out so smoothly it was almost like the rippling of water, making Yugi tremble in surprise as his eyes locked with the other boy's; he almost wanted to run just to see if he would give chase, but he was held frozen in place, heart racing as he shifted his weight and a hand that was soft to the touch but bathed in warmth, with long slender digits that stroked his cheek as the taller teen leaned forward. He knew he had the chance to move away even as the thumb worked at his jaw line and the other four fingers splayed out across his soft cheek and the other's face moved closer to his to clear the distance, the taller teen's lips warm but questioning against his; for a moment neither of them moved, Yami waiting and Yugi gathering his willpower to push his lips against his, both of them beginning to move willingly now.

"That's enough now," someone complained after the first minute when Yugi allowed Yami into his mouth, his moans coming out in the form of his hands reaching out for his upper arms and squeezing lightly.

"That is so fucking hot," some girl murmured.

"They haven't come up for air yet," someone else announced in pure wonder.

"You're too young to see this," someone grumbled, followed by the whine of a name neither boy caught.

Yugi wasn't really one for attention but he was one for nearly losing all skeletal structure to fall into a puddle at Yami's feet, his grip on his arms growing tighter and yet loose all at once, the feeling making his head spin with the excitement his heart shot through his system. In a moment of melodrama, he found himself thinking that if he died right that moment, he would leave the world happy.

Yami pulled back just enough to breathe, his exhales ghosting over Yugi's lips just as his did the same, the space between their mouths warmed with the mixture of their breaths; Yugi stared into a pair of hooded eyes that made his spine tingle and arousal course through him.

And oh, when did Yami get so close?

Gods, he could feel his erection almost as harshly as he could feel his own straining against the material of his pants.

Yami chuckled softly, the noise low and sensual, burning its way through Yugi's ears and branding itself into his memory. Everything in his body was tingling and—

"Run!"

Both of their heads snapped around, their jaws unhinging in gapes as Mana tore through the area with multiple bags on and a mannequin in her arms; people were rushing out of her way, obviously having branded her as a lunatic, and if Yami wasn't her brother he would have pretended not to know her.

"You should probably make a run for it. Go find Rebecca and all that," Yami commented casually.

Yugi blinked and turned his head but he couldn't tear his eyes off the ridiculous scene. "H-huh? B-but—"

"Hey, I'll see you again. Don't worry about it," Yami promised candidly, easily, chuckling softly. "We go to the same school, remember?"

"But—"

"Seriously, Yugi, everything will be fine. Now go find Rebecca and get out of here."

Yugi wasn't too keen on the idea but he listened regardless, somehow finding the strength to tear his eyes away and focus on the taller teen. He was related to Seto Kaiba so no doubt it would be easy for the two of them to be let off the hook. He pressed a kiss to Yami's cheek, feeling the skin warm beneath his lips and biting down a moan at the sensation before making a run for it when he spotted a blonde with pigtails, hoping it was Rebecca because it would have been awkward otherwise; only when he got to her side did he turn around to see Yami and Mana racing off with one of the mannequin's arms in between them, their laughter bouncing through the air.

Yugi shook his head, smiling widely.

It took a month.

One agonizing, overly long month.

Yugi was on the roof for lunch that day.

The wind was warm with the heat of the sun, tugging at his clothes and hair with playful fingers. There was a rare puffy white cloud against the most beautiful of clear blue skies. The dull roar of traffic far below tickled his eardrums like faint laughter. Every once in a while the chains of the link fence would rattle with the force of the wind's gentle caresses and where the noise sometimes irritated him, now it brought a small smile to his lips, his heart oddly calm and soothed by the sound.

He startled—violently—when a voice murmured his name in a tone so low it threatened to drown in the other noises occupying the space around them.

But the skip of his heart should have been enough to tell him of the other boy's presence.

Because, as sudden as it had been, it was still constant.

And it showed him just how much the other boy meant to him.

He turned around, the smile on his face bright and warm as the sun overhead, answered with a small lopsided smirk and the few steps forward it took for him to approach the small teen's side, his voice soft and affectionate as it carried his name.

"Yami."

I don't think I'll add on to it, but if you have any ideas, feel free to tell me.

So…was it funny? Too serious? Sucked? Tell me what you think.