Note: This story is not meant to be taken seriously.

Yuugi gazed up at his other half as they walked home from school together. It had been a long, not-so-great day, and Yami had handled it all so well...

"Oh, Yami..." Yuugi muttered. "I..."

Yami looked down at his light questioningly. "What is it, hikari? Is something wrong?"

Yuugi looked at the ground. "It's just... you're so big and strong and confident," he began. "And I'm so small and weak and dependent..."

Yami continued to gaze down at Yuugi.

"I..." Yuugi choked, holding back his tears. "I wish I could be more like you."

Yami smiled softly. "You know, aibou, I have weaknesses too," he reassured his light.

This was news to Yuugi. His head jolted upward, his misty eyes gazing into Yami's strong but gentle ones.

"W-what exactly are your weaknesses then...?" Yuugi asked.

"Well," Yami said as he turned forward, his tone losing its gentle quality, "I may be big and strong and confident, but I can't function without sex, and it's been nearly four hours since I last felt your sweet touch."

Yuugi gasped and slapped his hand over his mouth. How could his dark talk like that in public? What if someone overheard?

"Oh, Yami!" Yuugi choked. "We can't do that now!"

Yami raised an eyebrow. "Yes we can," he said confusedly. "There's a dumpster right over there we could jump in."

"Well..." Yuugi looked over at the dumpster in the alleyway. It certainly seemed big enough. But what if someone found them? Yuugi didn't think he could take it.

"Please?" Yami begged.

Yuugi looked at the dumpster and then at Yami's pleading eyes and then back at the dumpster.

"OK," Yuugi relented.

Yami grinned and whisked Yuugi away to the dumpster to have some fun.