So this one is so long....

"You know, little one," Yami commented suddenly, catching one of his hands and looking it over as he twined their fingers together again. "You have the cutest hands ever. But you know what would make them even cuter?"

"Um...moisturizer?" Yugi asked obliviously.

The taller teen sat up and lowered his voice to a sultry purr, whispering, "If they were down my pants."

Yugi gave him the most innocently oblivious look he had ever seen, blinking and furrowing his brows. "But...how would that be beneficial to my hands?" he asked, turning his attention to them and looking his palms over. "You can'tmoisturize your hands if they're down your boyfriend's pants!"

"Sure you can," Yami objected, smirking.

"Really?" the smaller asked, excited now, "How-Oh! No, no, oh hell no, back off with that! I've heard that's not a good moisturizer!"

Yami opened and closed his mouth and then narrowed his eyes. "What the fuck...? How did you end up looking that up?"

Yugi blinked wide eyes and then blushed. "I...I...There were links and I...I got curious."

"First porn and then hand moisturizers. I think that's enough internet for you."

The smaller teen ducked his head. "You're the one who looked up sex positions for two hours with me."

"Because I mean...what the fuck is up with all of those?!"

"Well they-know what? Never mind."

"Hey, you weren't complaining."

Yugi pursed his lips and nodded a little; he hadn't complained because it had been hilarious when Yami pointed at a position, gawked a little, and said, "What the hell is this? This isn't the fucking Olympics!" and all he could think was, The Fucking Olympics for the next twenty minutes of looking through those articles and pictures.

And that of course had awkwardly made him think about how the red-eyed teen next to him had called his cousin that day when he and Mana were going to celebrate their birthday the same day and were arguing over the kind of food they want, Italian or Mexican, and Bakura had told him to "Kill the spare" and Yami had spent the whole time at the restaurant staring at his little sister and thinking, The spare.

So then he had been giggling while Yami had been staring in confusion at the screen and both of them had ended up making jokes about some of it. Like one position looked like their legs were locked together and they were both on their hands and knees, bent backwards and Yugi couldn't figure out how that worked because, how the hell did you move in that kind of position?

"Pizza guy!" Yami shouted, getting to his feet immediately and running over to get the door; Yugi glanced up as the aroma hit his nose, grinning as he ran over and staring as he spotted Yusei there, blushing and looking incredibly embarrassed by the uniform he was wearing.

Both Yami and Yugi stared for the longest minute and then finally turned away from him, the smaller boy awkwardly mumbling, "Wow, you guys really don't look alike."

Yusei blinked in confusion. "What?"

Yami snorted, glancing over his shoulder and shaking his head, "Nothing, just something Yugi mentioned to me before."

"Wait, you two...?" He blinked again. "I didn't know you two were..."

The smaller teen looked at the pizza anxiously; oh gods, he was starving...

"Yeah, like...four...four months now?"

Yugi ignored that question, staring at the pizza and hissing, "Me wants."

"Yeah, okay, give me a second," Yami muttered, rolling his eyes and snickering before giving him his money. "Keep the change."

"Wait, why did he think we looked alike?"

The red-eyed teen stared for a second. "No reason. Move along now."

"But-"

Yami shook his head at him slowly and closed the door, handing the pizza over to the smaller teen who looked ready to tear the box open right there and eat it on the floor if he wasn't moved along to the table again.

"So, um, do I need to talk to you about how, if your mom can bribe you into agreeing to stay a virgin forever over a slice of pie, then I'm going to make you take back that promise with that same pie?" Yami asked suddenly.

Yugi looked confused. "I...Oh yeah!" He turned bright red in shock for a moment and then blinked twice.

"So, will you tell me what pie it is or must I figure it out myself? Was it the chocolate one we had tonight?" he muttered, grabbing a slice and pointing it at him. "Because you growled at me over that shit and I'm not happy about it."

Yugi blushed harder and quickly stuffed his face with some pizza, the taller teen narrowing his eyes at him; the smaller boy blinked wide eyes up at him and then immediately started pushing more of the slice into his mouth until he couldn't fit anymore and practically all but the crust was in there.

"Fucking hell," Yami mumbled, shocked out of his mind and staring at the way that Yugi's cheeks puffed outwards like a chipmunk's. "Now I understand why everyone laughed at me when I used to stuff whole pieces of toast into my mouth."

The smaller boy gave him a confused look and the red-eyed teen opened and closed his mouth once before turning away quickly.

"Nothing, don't worry about it. I didn't even mean to mention that."

Yugi shrugged and chewed at his mouthful happily, not even bothering to think about it as he took a seat, watching Yami with bright eyes; halfway through his second slice a knock on the door had the taller teen dashing off while the smaller watched and continued eating, getting a text and eyeing it warily when he saw that it was from his parents.

Yami opened the door with his pizza slice halfway to his mouth, staring as Mana blinked back at him and the police officer looked first at his pizza, then at him, then at his sister and finally took in Yugi who was still studying his phone as if it might explode at any moment.

"I don't know what the fuck you stole, but you better not drag me into it. This right here is pizza," Yami stated, staring at his sister and narrowing his eyes into slits. "And you know that I love my fucking pizza."

Mana gawked at him in pure shock; did he really just say that in front of an officer?

Couldn't he get in trouble for something like that?

She went to call him out on that only to find that the officer was snickering next to her, something that made her flush and wish she could disappear.

Yami turned his head to look over his shoulder, biting into his pizza and shouting, "Mom, Dad, Mana just got arrested! But they brought her back!"

That got Yugi's attention just enough to make him glance up and Mana wished he would have said something but then the small blue-violet-eyed boy was completely enraptured by his phone again, frowning and propping his chin in his hand with his left elbow against the table, lips pursed and a piece of pizza crust next to him.

"I wasn't arrested!" Mana sputtered, blushing harder.

"Then why the hell did an officer bring you here?" Yami snorted around his pizza, pausing to give the uniformed man a small sheepish smile. "I'm sorry. I know it seems like we're talking around you, but we're siblings and we do it to everyone. Now, I'm really interested in knowing why she's been arrested even though she's trying to deny it. But she's a liar anyways so I don't believe her when she talks most of the time as it is. I...I will trade you a piece of pizza for this story."

He could not be serious!

Right?

Yami smirked at his gawking sister and the officer snickered loudly, chuckling, "You see, your sister seemed to get a little lost in one of the...shadier parts of town and since it's dark, she got scared and called the police to give her a ride home."

He choked on his pizza, covering his mouth and laughing until he turned red in the face while his parents snickered as they came down the stairs, their daughter whining and then hurrying around her brother towards where Yugi was still staring at his phone while Yami doubled over, cracking up.

"Oh my god!" he laughed, sputtering. "Shit!"

"Thank you for bringing her home," his mom giggled, glancing at the blonde who huffed and grabbed some pizza.

"It was no problem ma'am."

"Oh, oh, oh god, oh my god!"

Yugi jumped up from his seat, screaming, "Fuck yes!" out of nowhere and Yami fell over onto the tile at the shocked looks on the officer and his parents' faces. The smaller teen blinked, glanced at them, and then scrambled off for the living room with such a red face that it put Yami's eyes to shame.

"Shit!"

"That's...wow."

"It's New Year's," his mom muttered, sighing and shaking her head.

Well, that definitely explained the awkwardness of this situation.

"Oh, oh, my side!" Yami cried, sobbing. "Cramp!"

"Goddamn it, Yami!" Mana snapped, "You're so...stupid!"

"You don't eat the crust?" Yugi cried out suddenly, coming back from the living room and gawking at her when she started on her second slice without eating the crust. "Why the fuck wouldn't you eat the crust?"

"You didn't eat it either!"

"I got distracted," the smaller boy argued, huffing before glaring at her.

"Well, the crust is disgusting."

Yugi narrowed his eyes. "You are weak and natural selection is coming for you," he hissed.

Yami writhed on the floor, sobbing and curling into a ball and Yugi glanced over, blushing furiously when he saw that the officer was laughing and the ambassador and his wife were snickering to themselves.

Oh gods.

Did they hear that?

"You're rude."

"Don't be mad because you'll be dead by next year."

"Yugi, no. I don't think that's-"

"Hush, natural selection will accelerate just for weak people who don't eat pizza crust!" Yugi snapped, pointing at the blonde. "Next year!"

"I just...I'm going to go now," the policeman announced, clearing his throat and wandering off without saying goodbye or letting them have the chance to do so, quickly speeding off in his cruiser before they could say anything.

"Hmm...well, that was nice," Aknamkanon stated, sighing softly. "Want to tell me about how normal our children are now?"

"Oh please...Yugi's not our child," she whispered in his ear.

He blinked. "Well that makes everything better. We're not the only one with such strange children."

"Wow," Yami mumbled from the floor, starting to get up, "you guys are just so nice."

"Oh, uh, but we love you, of course," his mom said quickly, blinking.

The red-eyed teen rolled his eyes, laughing, and went back over to the table where Yugi was glaring Mana down over her lack of crust-consumption; he could practically see the words "Natural selection is coming for you" in those bright blue-violet eyes.

Not that he would ever say it out loud, but he had always been desperate for natural selection to get her. Just because there didn't need to bea spare.

"It's my crust and I'll do whatever the hell I want with it," Mana snapped, glaring at him and then snatching another piece and fleeing upstairs while Yugi huffed and turned a sour face to his boyfriend.

"Next year," he repeated, nodding. "Natural selection will get her next year."

"I'm sure it will," Yami chuckled, smiling at him and taking a seat. "So, what was the 'fuck yes' about?"

"Goddamn it, Yami! I told you to watch your fucking language!" his father huffed.

The teen grinned widely and snickered, "Such influence."

"Shut up, smartass."

Yami snorted as his parents wandered upstairs again and Yugi smiled brightly, looking ready to leap over the table as the red-eyed teen turned back to him; he froze for a second, confused by the expression, and then tilted his head as the other boy snickered, "Guess."

"I'm not good at these games."

"Seriously, guess!"

"You've decided to pre-order a trampoline for our first time?"

"No, but...Oh my god, I totally should!"

Yami sighed and shook his head, thinking for another long minute. "You control natural selection and have chosen Mana as your next target?"

"Well...no, but I wish I did."

"You like grapefruit instead of oranges?"

"Ew!" Yugi screeched. "Grapefruit are gross!"

Yami chuckled and leaned against the table, smiling at him fondly. "What is it then? I give up."

The smaller teen pursed his lips for a second and then pulled his phone out, turning it around for him to see the text message on the screen, a simple two-worded statement of, We approve.

He blinked once, then twice, and finally glanced up at him, shouting, "Fuck yes!" while Yugi pouted in disapproval.

"That's not funny. It's really not. I don't like you anymore."

"But I love you!"

"...I love you too."

Yami glanced over his shoulder at the clock on the microwave and then turned back. "You know, we never did do like...that New Year's kiss thing that everyone always brags about..."

Yugi opened and closed his mouth once before rolling his eyes. "It's way past midnight on New Year's Eve."

"Fine, don't kiss me then. I don't like you like that anyways."

"Oh...oh, that was...Oh."

"Nope, that's not about to work, Yugi. I know you knew what I was saying."

Yugi blinked and huffed. "Fine, okay, so I knew, but...Okay, here's the thing. I have pizza breath and I think it would be awkward..."

"Um, Yugi, what do you think I was just eating a second ago?"

The smaller boy glanced at the box and blushed. "Pizza."

"So what do I have?"

"Pizza breath?"

"Exactly. So k..." Yami trailed off for a moment and wandered over to his side, whispering, "Face battle me."

Yugi burst out laughing and then froze when his phone rang for a second, glancing at the screen. "Voicemails?" he muttered, pressing play immediately and forcing them both to go completely red in the face as Yami's voice started.

"You know, that day in class? When we were talking about hearts and heart strings? I wasn't joking about the marriage thing...Okay, maybe a little, but I mean...When I say marry...I don't mean bang. I mean...like...I want to make pancakes on a Sunday morning and have you walk downstairs in plaid pajama pants with messy hair and let me kiss you on the nose." There was a long pause. "I would also bang you though. Like a screen door in a hurricane."

"Aw, goddamn it," Yami hissed. "Fucking hell."

"Ooh, bang me like a screen door in a hurricane. That's...a lot of banging."

The taller teen snickered but glared at him playfully. "Don't make fun of me, little-"

Both of them froze as another few voicemails popped up, Yami growing completely mortified as Yugi grinned and played them, laughing and nearly sobbing by the end, snickering, "You never broke in through my window."

Yami huffed. "I...Shut up."

The smaller boy wrapped his arms around him, leaning into his chest and burying his face in his shirt. "I'm going to keep these forever."

"What? You find them that funny?"

"I find them hilarious and a little too beautiful," he admitted, snickering and leaning up to whisper in his ear. "Plus, whenever we argue, I'm going to play these to you."

"You devious little shit."

"I am, I am," he laughed, pulling back and looking at him for a moment. "Devious little shit I am."

"Well, at least you embrace it."

"Of course, I love that title." He paused. "So, uh, what I want to know is, can we ever go on an actual rollercoaster ride sometime? Because, I mean...you threw up everywhere."

"Are you saying my aim is bad?" Yami asked slowly, narrowing his eyes into slits.

"You...you were aiming for something?"

The taller teen blinked. "The homeless guy with the turkey legs."

Yugi looked like he was going to be sick. "Oh gods, you almost bought that shit too."

"It smelled good, okay?"

"I don't care if it smelled good! One thing younever do in the states is buy things from people who look homeless! You can buy things for the homeless, but you never buy from them. Or...at least not food." The small teen huffed and poked him in the chest. "Most of the time that food will be rotten or something like that. Poisonous maybe. Fact of life, Yami, in the states, if you do something as stupid as to buy their food, no matter how good it smells, it's a death trap. You'll die of clogged arteries or something."

Yami blinked. "We just went from homeless people to the entire population of the United States' food."

"Yes."

"Uh...okay then."

"So...rollercoaster?"

"Yeah, okay. Rollercoaster."

"You won't vomit?"

"No, I'm actually pretty good with them."

"Oh, okay, good. And you're not going to get on if you know you'll end up vomiting, right?" Yugi asked suspiciously.

"I make no promises."

"Yami."

"I. Make. No. Promises."

"Goddamn it."

Yami peeked at Yugi's phone for a moment and the smaller boy glanced at it and back, frowning as he asked, "Okay, that has to be the third time you've done that. What the hell are you looking for?"

"Your parents' text saying that one wasn't meant for you."

"That's...not going to happen. Just, calm down and...seriously, what the fuck is wrong with your sister that she doesn't eat the crust on pizza?"

"She's weak and wants natural selection to come after her."

"Shut up. Does she like...? Oh wait, you guys don't have a dog so that's not possible."

"By the way, little one, what kind of dog would you want if you could get one?"

"German shepherd-or a Siberian husky! Or a mixed breed from the shelters," Yugi said, nodding vigorously. "Mixed breeds are so beautiful and they deserve homes too. Especially if they're from the shelters. Or strays on the streets."

Yami blinked when the smaller boy's eyes widened, watering.

"What kind of person leaves a dog behind?"

Oh, oh gods, he was crying...

Oh fucking hell.

Oh.

Fucking.

Hell.

"I don't-bad people. They're horrible people and they deserve to die somewhere."

Yugi was nodding vigorously but stopped short and shoved him away a couple of steps, blubbering, "But what would you know? You have a cat!"

Yami opened and closed his mouth and then sighed softly, shaking his head slightly. "I like dogs too."

"No you don't! You have a cat!"

The taller teen blinked. "Yugi, just because I have Milky Way-"

"Her name is Satan! God, Yami, why are you such a horrible pet owner?"

Wait...what?

"I...I...w-what?"

Yugi whined deep in his throat and then wiped at his eyes. "You're so cruel. You don't even remember your cat's name!"

"B-but I...What?"

"God Yami, get your shit together!"

"I...What the fuck?"

The phone flashed and Yami recoiled, rubbing his eyes as Yugi burst out laughing and jumped to his feet. "Oh my god, this is amazing."

"What?"

"This picture. You're so cute in this picture," he laughed, grinning and hugging him tightly.

"You evil little imp."

"I don't know what that means."

"It means you're evil. And little. And a fucking imp."

"Yes...but what's an imp?"

"Look it up!"

"Oh, don't be mad. It was so cute and funny!"

"I thought those were real tears!"

"They were...at first. I've seen too many animal rescue commercials. I always sob like a baby now at the idea of them being stuck out in the freezing cold like that..." His eyes were watering again. "Hold me!"

The taller teen burst out laughing and hugged him again, rolling his eyes as the other boy discreetly wiped his nose all over his shoulder and whispered, "Sorry."

"You're not sorry at all."

"You're right," he admitted. "I hate that shirt."

"Why? What the hell is wrong with the shirt?" Yami asked, confused as he pulled away and looked it over before blanching; oh gods, he knew he should have tried harder with his outfit but he hadn't wanted to seem too completely materialistic to Yugi's parents or vain or anything like that and...apparently that was wasted effort now.

"I fucking hate Harry Potter."

Yami sighed. Fuck him.

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