I Give My Heart To You

WARNINGS*** This story contains Yaoi (men having sex with men) as well as shouenen-ai (male/ male relationships). It also contains male/ female sex and relationships with references to female/ female sex and relationships, (a little something for everyone) swearing, violence, references to rape, guns and all sorts of other facts of life people find offensive. If you are offended by any of these things or simply do not like to read about it then leave now; you have been warned and read at your own risk.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh or the characters therein, nor the Oscar Mayer luncheon meat company nor their jingle.


CHAPTER WARNING**THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A TRISTAN/JOEY LEMON AND A SETO/TRISTAN/JOEY LEMON**

“indicates normal speech of course”
{Yugi’s thoughts either to himself or Yami
{{Yami’s thought’s either to himself or Yugi}}
[ Ryou’s thoughts to himself or Bakura]
[[Bakura’s thoughts to himself or to Ryou]]
Dream sequences
*Person on the other end of the phone*
‘Thoughts of persons without a yami’

MY HEART I GIVE TO YOU
By Terra
Chapter 10


Seto had enjoyed running as far back as he could remember. He would loose himself in reperepetitive action of arms and legs, letting his mind wander. It was the closest he ever came to truly feeling free.

His schedule left no time for regular runs, but whenever he came to the beach, he made it a point to take at least one. He would take the beach road down to the far end of the public area, coming back along the sand.

Running down the road, well before sunrise, his thoughts were centered on his odd behavior since Amara’s appearance. Mainly, why did hel Bal Bakura he hadn’t slept with her?

That was personal, and he made it a point to tell no one anything personal in regards to himself or Mokuba. It could come back to be used against him, as it had before.

He did divulge some personal information to those he was sleeping with, but only what pertained to his reasons for asking.

Bakura wasn’t one of those people.

He knew the spirit cared for the girl and her baby, and felt a family obligation to them as well. That sense of family responsibility had nothing to do with his confession, of that he was certain.

Seto carefully negotiated the rickety steps leading down from the beach road. He resumed his run, following the water line back towards the beach house, his thoughts picking up right where they had left off.

Why tell Bakura anything? Why had he told the others anything?

He had wanted something from them; an explanation had been the easiest and quickest way to gain r cor consent. They had proven, time and again they could be trusted, to a point anyway. He doubted he’d ever trust anyone completely, including Mokuba. Bakura could be trusted completely in matters pertaining to Amara’s and Kira’s welfare.

Did he want something from Bakura? What had he wanted from the others?

Sex. No. He had wanted their help in trying to break through Gozuboro’s conditioning.

Seto slowed when he saw the gazebo at the edge of his property, and decided to stop. He was close to an answer and the distraction of a house full of people was one he could not afford right now. He sat on the back bench, staring out across the calm water, a hint of gold brightening the distant horizon.

Was he seeking help from the thief?

Finding no reason to ask for the spirit’s assistance, he let his mind drift to Amara.

She was accepting and loving, strong spirited and courageous, innocent and beautiful. The way her hair was splayed across her pillow this morning... he had gotten hard just watching her.

He got hard thinking about it now.

He wanted her in every sense of the word.

To hold her. To wake up next to her. To see her smile. To dry her tears. To spoil her. To see her wearing his clothes. To please her. To love her. To make love to her. To feel her beneath him, her body responding to his, writhing in need for his touch, her eyeszed zed over with desire for him.

Seto felt like he had been hit dead on with a sack of bricks.

He was scared to make love to her.

Why the hell would he be scared to make love to the woman he wanted?

Would she reject him? No, she wanted him too, of that he was certain. Did she only want him for his money and power, like others had? No, he was certain... almost certain... hoped, that wasn’t true. Damn! Now the doubt was rooted in his mind.

Seto watched the first tints of orange and red seep across the morning sky.

He realized he never taken anyone since his first two consensual sexual encounters. He had always been on the bottom with his other partners consensual or not. Those other two times he had been unsure of his feelings, and fumbling in his actions.

He, the great Seto Kaiba, one of the most powerful and respected in tin the country, was terrified of looking like a fool in her eyes, by not being able to please her when making love to her.

That was one hell of a sobering thought.

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“Cut it out, Joey,” Tristan side stepped to avoid the splay of water sent his way by his blond companion.

“Lighten up, Tris.” Joey sent another spray towards the brunet. “You’re just grouchy cuz you’re up and out before breakfast.”

“You’re the bottomless pit around here, man. Not me.”

“Yea, you just got caffeine for blood.”

Tristan smirked at him over the rim of his cup, “You try getting up at five to be at work by five thirty without it and see how good you do.”

“My world don’t exist til nine, if I can help it,” Joey drenched his friend with a spray of water.

Dripping wet, Tristan glared at the blond. Joey had only seen that look on his friend’s face a few times before. The guys on the receiving end had needed help walking when he was done with them.

“You still here? Damn, Joey you got guts, because you’re going to die.”

Joey took off down the beach, praying the caffeine hadn’t kicked in yet.

Throwing his cup to the ground, Tristan gave chase, and was closing fast. He lunged, tackling the blond to the ground. They rolled a few times, coming to a stop with Tristan on top, fist ready to fly. Joey looked around, desperate for a way out of the pounding he knew was coming. “Ain’t that Seto?”

Tristan looked up, “Yeah, it is.”

“Where?” He frowned at the blond. “I-I... uh, mean... let’s go see why he’s late from his run.” Joey wriggled fromfrom under the brunet and headed for the gazebo, thanking ever deity he had ever heard of.

Seto watched the pair scuffling in the sand. He figured Mokuba had started to worry and sent the cavalry out to find him. He made it a point to be back from his runs around sunrise. He said nothing; when Tristan and Joey sat on either side of him. He didn’t even move.

They looked at each other over the tall man’s back; they had expected him to at least tell them to leave. “Okay, Kaiba. Give.” Joey’s curiosity got the better of him.

Seto looked at him then turned back to the water.

Tristan was worried, for as long as he had known the teen billionaire, he had never seen him act like this. “Seto, what’s wrong. This isn’t you.”

“It is none of your concern, Tristan.”

“Hey, I’m your friend. That makes it my concern,” he didn’t even try to keep the anger from his voice. “You asked us to help you, and for me that doesn’t just apply when we’re in your bed.”

After a minute of silence, Joey spoke up, “Its Amara isn’t it?”

Seto whipped around, glaring at him. “What makes you think that?” he snapped.

He shrugged, “You’re all hunched over, staring at nothing. Wasn’t hard.”

Tristan stretched, popping his back, “Just tell us, Seto. I’m not awake enough to play this twenty questions shit to get it out of you.”

Seto chuckled, that was one of the reasons he liked the muscular brunet. Tristan cut through the crap straight to the heart of the problem. “I am having... performance anxiety.”

Neither expected that. “Care to elaborate?” Joey asked.

“Not really.”

“Let me guess,” Tristan copied the CEO’s hunched posture. “You haven’t had a lot of experience with... ‘being in charge,’ so to say.”

“No,” Seto sighed. “Only twice, and they were as inexperienced as I was.”

“So it didn’t much matter.” Joey leaned back in the hopes of getting Tristan’s attention. “How experienced is Amara?”

“We’ve never discussed it, but she’s not a slut,” Seto answered heatedly. “Not like me.”

“You are not a slut, Seto.” Tristan swallowed hard. “Don’t beat the shit out of me, man, but how do you know she hasn’t...?”

Seto felt a brief spike of rage, “Can you see her sleeping around?”

They both had to agree, Amara didn’t seem the type.

Joey finally got Tristan’s attention, motioning him to lean back out of Seto’s view. They began to communicate with hand gestures perfected from years of having classes together. Grinning, they soon came to an agreement.

Tristan moved to sit behind Joey, wrapping his arms around the blond, sliding his hands up under his shirt, kissing his neck . Joey moaned as he rubbed a palm over his nipple. Seto’s eyes went wide when he realized what wappenppening. He started to leave, stopping when Joey touched his arm.

“You asked us to help you, Seto. So let us help.” He grinned, “We won’t leave you hanging. Promise.”

He had to admit, they looked good together. Seto lifted a bench seat, and removed several blankets from a hiddeoragorage compartment within.

“Always prepared?” Tristan grinned. Smirking, Seto pulled a small tube from the folds of a blanket, waving it at the brunet. “Damn, Seto. What else you got in there?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. He didn’t really expect one either. He divested Joey of his shirt and turned his attention back to the blond’s neck, leg hig his hands roam over the smooth skin. Joey moaned, tilting his head to the side, opening himself up more to his lover.

Seto was getting aroused. He knew the skill of Tristan’s hands well. The shorter brunet made touching an important part of making love. And judging from the blond’s reactions, he wasn’t immune to Tristan’s talents either.

Tristan kept his attention on the blond in his arms. He nipped along Joey’s jaw line to suckle at his ear lobe, exhaling slowly through nosenose, letting his warm breath tickle the outer shell. He lightly pinched both pink nubs, smirking at the keening sounds Joey made.

Joey shivered at the sensation, pressing himself hard against his lover. He circled his arms around Tristan’s neck, fisting his hands in the brunet’s shirt and pulled it off him. He turned so he was straddling Tristan’s lap, facing him. “That’s better,” he murmured, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

Joey broke away, moaning when Tristan lightly stroked up and down his spine. It was a sensual weakness for him and Tristan knew it. He knew a few of the brunet’s weaknesses as well. He ran his fingertips lightly down Tristan’s face and neck, smoothing the palms of his hands over bare shoulders, using his thumbs to caress along collarbones. Tristan groaned, resting his forehead on the blond’s shoulder. With a smirk, Joey kissed the base of his neck, sucking gently.

“Gods, Joey,” Tristan shuddered, “How the hell do you make that feel so good?”

“Professional secret.” Joey leaned in licking his outer ear.

Joey’s arousal lay hard and throbbing against Tristan’s stomach. With his hands on the small of the blond’s back, he tightened his stomach muscles and gently pressed. Joey moaned at the friction, clutching at broad shoulders as Tristan repeated the action several times.

“You are in rare form, angel.” Tristan smiled, taking in Joey’s flushed face and ragged breath.

“Shut up anck mck me,” he growled.

“I don’t fuck, Joey. You know that. I make love,” he murmured, trailing sloppy kisses down his neck and over his chest.

Seto had heard those same words from the shorter brunet many times. He thought they were said merely to get him to respond, but now he could see Tristan meant them. He quietly spread the blankets out for the pair then moved back, not wanting to disturb them.

Tristan caught Seto’s actions from the corner of his eye. ‘He cares more than he lets himself think he does.’ He stood, cradling Joey securely against his chest and carefully laid him on the blankets. He then motioned Seto closer.

Joey lay with eyes half lidded, breathing deeply, bare chest gleaming in the early morning light. “Beautiful,” Tristan gently stroked the blond’s hed hed erection, causing him to arch up, clutching at the fabric beneath him and whimpering. “Baby, you’re gorgeous like this. And fucking sexy.”

The blond mumbled something too softly for Seto to hear, but he had to agree, Joey looked amazing like that. He found it surprising the blond was so submissive. He was very assertive when they were together, but Seto wanted it that way.

Tristan lifted Joey’s hips slightly and pulled his swimming trunks off, tossing them to the side. He bent down, flicking his tongue across the blond’s weeping tip then quickly moved foreword. When Joey instinctively thrust up, trying to reach the tempting heat above him, he pressed into Tristan’s chest, hard, crying out from the unexpected contact.

The hazel eyed brunet chuckled,ing ing one of Joey’s nipples into his mouth, sucking and nipping lightly, keeping the rest of their bodies from touching. When the blond’s reactions became more frantic, he lightly pressed his hips down. Joey arched up, meeting only air as Tristan pulled away.

“Tease,” he fisted his hands in Tristan’s shorts, tugging them from his hips, “Off.”
patipatient, angel?” Tristan rubbed their naked erection’s together.

Joey closed his eyes, moaning. “You know what this does to me.”

“That’s why I do it,” he kissed Joey tenderly, laying his body fully over the blond’s.

“Please, Tris,” Joey was near tears in need.

“I’ll take care of you, angel,” he murmured. “I always do. I always will.”

He reached out in the general direction he remembered the tube of lubrication being. His fingertips brushed against a warm hand. He looked up to see Seto holding the tube out to him. Tristan grasped Seto’s wrist, bringing his hand to his mouth, kissing his fingers gently.

A jolt ran through Seto’s body at the kiss. He tried to pull away but Tristan held him firm. He saw the pleading look in the shorter brunet’s eyes and nodded. Smiling, Tristan released him.

He coated his fingers with the slick gel. “Ready angel?” he asked, kissing Joey below his ear. He took Joey’s quiet moan as agreement and carefully slipped his finger past the tight barrier into the blond’s entrance. He felt Joey tense at the intrusion and began to massage the back of his neck while peppering tiny kisses over his face. He quickly slid in a second finger, holding still giving the blond time to adjust.

Joey pulled Tristan down, kissing him hungrily as the brunet began to gently stretch him. “Damn, baby. You’re going to make me come if you’re not careful.”

“Would that be bad?” he murmured against the soft lips. “If it feels good angel, let go.”

“No, I want to wait for you,” Joey was panting slightly.

“Maybe I should pick up the pace?” Tristan pressed the last slick finger inside the blond, hitting the one spot to make him see brilliant starbursts.

Seto shifted, trying to alleviate some of the discomfort caused by his now too tight running shorts. His hand drifted down to his aching erection, stopping when Joey grabbed his wrist. “Wait for us,” he groaned.

Tristan positioned himself at Joey’s entranclowllowly entering him.

The tall teen nearly lost it when Joey arched up, crying out in ecstasy. Breathing slowly and deeply he had to close his eyes against the look of pure bliss on Tristan’s face.

Tristan held still, until Joey rocked his hips against him, urging him to move. He pulled back, setting a slow and torturous pace to drive the blond beneath him insane. Joey wrapped his legs around his lover’s waist, bringing him deeper, his hands clenching at the fabric beneath him, moaning loudly. Tristan quickened his thrusts ever so slightly.

‘He’s so attentive; as if he only cares about pleasing Joey and not himself.’ Seto was caught up in the scene before him. ‘He’s making love to Joey, not just having sex.’ His eyes widened, ‘That’s how they all are with me!’ The teen billionaire felt a surge of rage, ‘Damn you to the deepest pit in Hell, Gozuboro, you bastard.’

Tristan angled his thrusts, aiming for the nerve bundle deep within his lover’s body. He reached between them grasping Joey’s dripping shaft, stroking hard and fast.

Joey’s body stiffened. His legs tightened around Tristan as his hips thrust up, taking the brunet in as deep as possible. He cried out, releasing over Tristan’s hand and their joined bodies. With a few quick jabs into the increased tightness, Tristan came as well. He eased himself down beside the shuddering blond, pulling him into a gentle embrace.

“Did he leave?” Joey whispered, only Tristan hearing.

“No,” the brunet was equally quiet. “But I’m not carrying you butt back to the house.”

Joey smirked, “So, I guess you bottom.”

“It may be the one and only time,” Tristan sighed sadly.

“Gods I hope not,” Joey nuzzled against Tristan’s muscled chest. “I wouldn’t mind having you screaming and bucking under me.”

“Not what I meant, Joey.”

“Huh? OH! You mean Seto may not...” Joey trailed of
“I
“It not our choice, angel. We’ll just have to let him know how we feel,” Tristan kissed Joey’s sweat damp brow. “But we have now.”

He helped Joey to his knees and motioned for Seto to join them. “Your turn.” Seto hesitantly took the shorter brunet in his arms. “You take me this time, baby.” Tristan kissed him softly, distracting him as Joey moved in behind the CEO.

“You are more experienced than you realize,” Joey lifted the hem of Seto’s shirt, “Your body knows what feels good and what it wants,” he pulled the shirt off, tossing it aside. “You just need to learn to listen and apply that when you make love to someone.”

Tristan pressed another light kiss to Seto’s lips, “Do only what you feel comfortable with. You know we won’t hurt you and I trust you not to hurt me.” Tristan laid his forehead on Seto’s shoulder, waiting patiently for the taller brunet.

Hands resting lightly on slim hips, Joey began to suckle the juncture of Seto’s necd shd shoulder. He wasn’t trying to arouse, only encourage. He and Tristan weren’t exactly new to coaching someone less experienced. Together they had helped Yugi gain the confidence he needed to approach his overly moralistic guardian yami.

Tentatively, Seto pressed his lips to Tristan’s neck, slowly moving up to his ear. He nipped lightly on the sensitive lobe then sucked at it gently. Tristan moaned, turning slightly to give Seto better access.

“He’s sensitive arouns eas ears, neck and collarbones,” Joey murmured. “Pay attention to those spots and he’ll turn to mush. Don’t be afraid to explore, let your hands roam. Enjoy yourself as much as the person you’re loving is enjoying what you are doing”

Seto took the blond’s advice. He caressed Tristan’s body, tracing hard muscles and enjoying the feel of warm skin under his hands. He nuzzled the brunet’s neck, kissing and licking every inch of exposed flesh.

Tristan’s grip tightened, pulling their bodies closer. He was trembling slightly, his breath coming faster. His reawakened erection pressed hard against Seto’s thigh.

Encouraged by Tristan’s responses to his ministrations, Seto became bolder. He firmly rubbed his fingertips across the twin hard buds of Tristan’s chest, wringing a loud groan from the brunet.

Joey grinned, Tristan was highly aroused. The blond suspected he had underestimated the CEO’s abilities. He slipped his hands in the waist band of Ss shs shorts, pulling them down while trailing kisses up his spine. “Lower him to the blanket,” the blond instructed. “You’ll have more freedom of movement and I can get these damned shorts off.”

Seto chuckled, easing Tristan onto his back, flicking his tongue across one nipple. With arms bent, he lifted his entire body off the floor, aiding the blond in ridding him of his clothing.

“Damn,” Joey was impressed with the CEO’s physical display. If he had known the et het had the ability to do that, he would have definitely taken advantage of it. Just thinking of the possibilities made his groin ache.

Free of his shorts, Seto moved lower on the body beneath him. He licked down to Tristan’s navel, twirling his tongue around the small hollow before plunging inside. His fingers lightly stroked the soft inner skin of Tristan’s thigh.

Tristan’s mind was reeling. He was so turned on by everything Seto was doing. The blue eyed brunet’s touch was the epitome of contradiction, shy and bold, soft and demanding, teasing and arousing. It was as if he were being made love to by someone with considerable experience but hadn’t made love for a long time.

It suddenly clicked, Seto knew what to do physically, but was so out of touch with his feelings, he was unsure of himself. He acted...mechanical. Sne hne had taught the CEO the act of sex but had denied him the emotions to truly make love to someone. Who the hell could have been so cruel to someone as young as Seto had to have been? The shock of the answer made Tristan start.

Seto ran his tongue up the underside of Tristan’s shaft when he felt the brunet tense. He passed it off as a reaction to the sensation of his tongue on Tristan’s hypersensitive body. He squeezed a generous amount of lubricant into his hand, coating his fingers. Seto took Tristan into his mouth, and at the same time pressed a slick digit into his body. He worked his hand and head in perfect sync, making the hazel eyed teen beneath him writhe and whimper in pleasure.

Joey moved from behind Seto to lie beside Tristan. He turned Tristan’s face, claiming his lips in a kiss while trailing his fingers in lazy circles over his chest.

Seto repositioned his weight to massage Tristan’s twin globes as he slid in a second finger. He spread his fingers slightly, working them in and out before sliding in the third.

A single thought kept popping up into Tristan’s numbed mind, “Joey,” he moaned. “Take Seto when he takes me, it’ll blow his mind.”

“Sounds like yours is done blown,” the blond snickered. He emptied the tube into his palm and moved beside the tall brunet, gently probing his body.

Seto glanced up in surprise. “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop.” A small smile played across Seto’s face and he nodded then turned his attention back to Tristan.

Joey quickly but thoroughly prepared the taller brunet, positioning himself behind Seto as he positioned himself over Tristan. Joey waited until the brunet was fully seated before burying himself in the tight heat of his body.

“I’ll match your movements,” he whispered, pressing light kisses to Seto’s back.

Seto pulled back slightly, feeling Joey do the same. They thrust back in as one. Soon the three had set a steady rhythm. The added weight of the blond pushed Seto harder against Tristan, causing the hazel eyed brunet to see stars with each thrust. He could do little more than moan.

Seto was lost to the duel sensation of taking someone and being taken; his mind and body were functioning purely on instinct. Joey’s hands teased his nipples to pebble hardness and his mouth was burning trails up and down his back. He couldn’t get enough of Tristan’s body, it was hard and sleek, reminding him of a predatory cat.

He suddenly felt the need to leave his mark on Tristan’s body. To claim the hard bodied man as his. He took the tender skin of the brunet’s neck between his teeth, gennippnipping while he sucked hard, only intending to leave a decent bruise.

Joey thrust foreword, hitting Seto’s prostate straight on just as the brunet was about to release Tristan from his mouth. The unexpected flash of pleasure caused him to bite down, hard. Tristan showed no sign of pain and the coppery taste barely registered in Seto’s mind.

“I’m close,” Joey managed to grind out. Seto reached between himself and Tristan and started pumping his erection. Tristan cried out grasping Seto’s arms in a crushing grip. As he released, his inner muscles clamped down around the taller brunet, pushing him over the edge which in turn caused his body to tighten, bringing Joey to completion.

They collapsed in a pile of tangled, sweaty limbs, and heaving chests. Tristan shifted out from under Seto, reaching around him to pull their blond lover closer. Joey entwined his fingers with Tristan’s, laying soft kisses along Seto’s shoulder.

“I hurt you,” Seto said, breaking into the quiet afterglow they were feeling.

Tristan shook his head, “No you didn’t,” he went to kiss Seto’s cheek, surprised when he turned away.

“Your neck.”

Tristan ran his fingers along the base of his neck, hissing when he touched the small wound. “I never felt it.” He sat up, staring into icy blue eyes, “Seto this is not the kind of hurt I was talking about. This is nothing more than passions running wild.” He pressed their lips together in a tender loving kiss, “I glad to be the first you’ve marked.”

Seto pulled Tristan and Joey to his chest, sighing contentedly.

“Feel more confident now?” Joey shifted to throw an arm across Seto’s body, to stroke Tristan’s face.

“I do.”

“The only thing you need to remember is making love to someone is about pleasing them first and yourself second.” Tristan grinned at the taller brunet, “Because believe me, babe you got everything else down.”

Joey tightened his hold on Seto, pressing closer to the blue eyed teen.

“Something wrong, puppy?”

“Not really, I just don’t want this to end.”

Seto raised an eyebrow at the bl “I “I for one don’t want to spend the rest of my life lying here, naked in this gazebo.”

“Ass,” Joey slapped his chest. “I mean us being together. I don’t want it to stop.”

Seto turned a questioning eye to Tristan, “How do you feel about it?”

“I enjoy being with you, Seto, and yes I’d like very much to continue.”

“Interesting.”

“What?” Joey looked up.

“Yami and Yugi told me the same thing.”

“You will be the only one not part of our ‘play group’ anymore.” Tristan’s comment earned chuckles form the other two.

“Since when did it become a ‘play group’?” Seto trailed his fingers through Tristan’s brown locks. “Why do you think things have to change?”

“Amara may have something to say about it.”

Seto kissed the top of Joey’s head. “She has yet to say whether or not she will stay with me.”

“You want her to stay?”

“Yes, I do.”

Before they could discuss the matter further, Joey’s stomach rumbled, loudly, “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, pup. We exercised you rather hard.” Joey growled, hitting the blue eyed teen in the face with his shorts.

“Yeah we need to go before Mokuba sends out the army looking for us.” Tristan finished dressing and began folding the blankets.

“Leave them. We can get them later.”

As they neared the beach house, they saw Amara at the water’s edge, dangling Kira’s feet in the waves. Seto watched mother and child playing for a moment. “Change isn’t always bad,” Seto said thoughtfully. “And oftentimes we get exactly what we want, only in a round-a-bout manner.”

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The loud unmistakable sound of a belch sounded throughout the room. Ryou frowned, “Bakura! Where are your manners?”

“It wasn’t me,” he replied rather indignantly.

“Who else could it have been?”

He pointed to Kira lying on a blanket beside him. The thief was a bit wary of holding the baby girl now, “Her.”

Ryou rolled his eyes, “If it had been her, she would have deflated.” Bakura glared. Ryou threw his hands up and walked into the kitchen.

The white haired thief frowned at the gurgling baby, “You have spewed every horrid thing you possibly can on me, and now I get blamed for your gas.” He picked the child up, rubbing their noses together, “You’re out to get me aren’t you?” Kira cooed, reaching for the snow white hair in front of her, drooling all over his bare chest.

Without saying a word, he stood up, walked into the kitchen, handed the child to Ryou, and left.

Amara walked in grinning, “Another shower?”

Ryou nodded, “I think she drooled on him.”

“Well, she’s just marking Uncle Bakura as hers so no other baby will think they can steal him away.” Kira blew spit bubbles at her mom. “Go hand her off to Seto. She can erupt on him while I make breakfast. I think Bakura needs a hug.”

Ryou found Seto sitting with Yami and Joey outside, watching Mokuba, Yugi, and Tristan building a sand castle. “Amara said you can baby sit now,” Ryou passed the child over.

“I thought the tomb robber laid claim to her today.” Yami’s innocent look was contradicted by the mischievous glint in his eyes.

“He did until she drooled on him.” Ryou tried unsuccessfully to not grin.

“There’s not much left for her to leak on him,” Seto smiled, tickling Kira’s chin.

“Well, I’m going to let you guys handle the little volcano there. I’m going to help with breakfast,” Joey’s stomach rumbled. “Maybe ‘Mara’ll take pity on me and feed me.”

The former pharaoh sat quietly, watching Seto play with Kira; occasionally the brunet looked up to check on Mokuba. The role of parent sat well with the CEO, but Yami knew it had come at a large personal cost to the young man.

“You are good with her.”

“I’ve had a lot of practice.” Seto returned the enthusiastic wave from his little brother.

“Have you told Amara how you feel about her?” Yami smiled affectionately at his aibou.

“She is aware.” Something in the tall duelist’s tone gave the spirit cause for concern.

“She does not wish to stay?”

“She wants to wait until there is a choice to be made,” Seto shifted Kira onto the table, wiggling his fingers for her to play with. “She wants both of us to be certain of what we want.”

“What do you want, Seto.” Yami’s intense gaze seemed to be searching the CEO’s very soul.

“What I had the night of the earthquake.”

Yami smiled knowingly, “That is a lot of responsibility for someone as young as yourself to accept.”

Seto frowned at the spirit, “How many eighteen-year-old CEO’s with guardianship of their siblings, attending high school do you know?”

“You had no true choice in those matters, in this one you do.”

Seto removed his finger from Kira’s mouth only to have the baby grab his opposite hand and begin chewing anew. “Having the choice makes me more certain of my decision.”

“And the fact that you love the two of them as deeply as you do Mokuba has nothing to do with it.”

“I have little concept of that emotion.” Seto cuddled a sleepy Kira to his chest, rubbing her back and rocking slightly from side to side.

Yami smiled, “Care to wager on that?”

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Joey slipped into the kitchen, hiding behind the refrigerator. When Amara had her back to him, he draped himself over the counter, moaning.m dym dying from starvation,” he wailed. “I need food! Delicious, mouthwatering food, cooked by the hands of an angel, fallen from heaven.”

She looked at him as if he had grown a third head and was dancing naked, singing ‘I Wish I Were An Oscar Mayer Wiener’ in Latin. “You ever heard of over acting there blondie?”

Joey flopped over onto his stomach, propped his elbows on the counter, resting his chin on his fists. “Whatever it takes to get me fed,” he grinned.

Amara smirked, picking a piece of cooked ham from a plr. Sr. She slowly waved back and forth it in front of the blond. He followed it with his eyes, licking his lips. “You want this?” she murmured sexily. Joey nodded vigorously. “Then dance, ittlittle puppet, dance.” She twirled the piece of ham, bobbing it up and down.

Grinning, Joey jumped up and began leaping and gyrating around the room, ending with a moonwalk going into the sp. He. He threw his arms up in triumph before hopping back up. “Well?”

Amara was impressed. “That deserves two,” she placed the piece she held on a napkin, added a second and handed them to the blond. She was amazed at the speed in which they were consumed. She set a glass of water in front of the blond, afraid he’d choke.

Finished, Joey wiped his mouth, “Want some help?”

“Sure, start the pancakes.” Amara handed him a bowl. “You think ham, eggs, and pancakes will be enough?”

He poured some batter onto the hot griddle, “You may want to fry some potatoes, Bakura loves those and Ryou has kinda spoilt him.”

“No problem,” she set another pan on the only open burner.

“Darn, can you scratch my back? I can’t reach it.” Joey turned his back to Amara, squirming.

She lifted his shirt, rubbing at the annoying spot. Joey practically purred. Lowering his shirt, Amara noticed a rather large bruise on the blond’s side. “What happened here?” she lightly brusher fer fingers over the discolored skin.

Joey twisted around, “Oh that. I got in a fight the other day.”

“Fight?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “I used to run in a gang until I hooked up Tristan. I decided it wasn’t for me anymore, but you know how some people are, oin ain a gang always in a gang. I get jumped a lot.” She looked at him somewhat skeplly.lly. “He just got in a lucky shot is all, ‘Mara. Nothing to worry about.”

“Okay,” she sensed he didn’t want her to press the issue. Amara placed her hand on the blond’s arm, “Joey, if you get into a fight you can’t handle, you know you got friends who are willing to help.”

He smiled, “Thanks ‘Mara, that’s nice to know.”

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“Well, that’s enough fun in the sun for us.” Amara stood, picking Kira up off the blanket.

“Amara! Wheru gou going?” A dripping Mokuba skidded to a halt beside her.

“I need to go feed Kira and give her a bath befher her nap.”

“Can’t you feed her here?” She shook her head, pointing to a man in a baseball cap, reclining in a lounger.

The raven haired boy flopped down on the blanket, his fun having been greatly diminished.

“Hey, little guy,” Tristan came over to him. “Why so glum?”

“Amara had to go in and take care of Kira,” he rolled onto his back.wantwanted her to go swimming with me again.”

“You’ll get another chance; it’s just the first day.” Something felt wrong to the brunet about seeing the kid looking so bummed. “How about we wait for your brother to finish his swim then all us guys can go in and fix lunch for her, since she made that killer breakfast for us this morning?”

Mokuba perked up at that idea and waited impatiently for the rest of the group to come in from the water.

Seto took exactly three steps into the house and stopped dead. He didn’t even move when Yugi and Ryou bumped into him. Everyone crowded in around the CEO wondering what was so enthralling.

Amara was in the front room, dancing slowly to low music with Kira in her arms.

She had taken off her beach cover-up, leaving her swim suit on, and the form fitting one piece left nothing to the imagination. Seto was captivated, watching the gentle sway of her hips and the slight rocking of her shoulders with her hair brushing across her back. She moved in perfect time to the music, smiling from the simple enjoyment of dancing.

Biting back a moan, Seto realized the full effect she was having on him. His heart was pounding loud enough he was sure everyone within a one mile radius could hear. He felt as if he was lying in the noonday sun, and an all too familiar ache was starting in his groin.

The song came to a close and Kira was asleep. Still swaying, Amara took the child upstairs, breaking Seto from his trance.

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“You move good enough to be a pleasure slave in the pharaoh’s palace, little sister,” Bakura was starting on his second plate of crab legs. “You caught my eye and rich boy here was standing at full attention.”

Amara thought she was going to drown on her mouthful of soda when Bakura said that. As it was, all she did was embarrass herself by splaying it all over said tomb robber. “I didn’t know you were interested enough to look,” she coughed out.

“You were right in front of the door, how could I not see?” he growled, wiping the dripping mess from his face.

She shook her head, “Not at me, at Seto.” It was Bakura’s turn to spew.

She held out a towel to Yami who had been on the receiving end of Bakura’s spit shower, “Joey can obviously ‘bust a move’, how about the rest of you?”

No one said anything.

“You guys can’t dance?” Amara was stunned. “I get the two spirits; I doubt they had modern dance in ancient Egypt. But why not the rest of you?”

“I’m too short.”

“I’ve never had time with working so much.”

“I was too shy to learn.”

She looked at Seto, “And you?” He merely shrugged.

“Okay, lesson time.” Amara left the table and began to push the furniture in the front room close to the walls. “Mokuba, you be the DJ.”

The raven haired boy ran to the stereo. He knew a fun and potentially humorous situation when it presented itself. “What kind of music?”

“Something slow but not too mushy.”

“Got it,” he started flipping through the music discs.

She literally hauled an indignant Bakura and embarrassed Ryou from the table. The thief was reluctant to leave his half finished crab legs behind. She stood them together, facing each other then motioned Mokuba to start the music. “Now you,” she poked Bakura. “Are g to to learn how to tell an entire room full of people that he,” she pointed to Ryou, “Belongs to you, and not have to kill anybody.”

“Impossible!”

“No, dancing.”

Amara heard snis cos coming from the table, “You’re next so, zip it!” The snickers ceased.

“Now Ryou, your job is to let everyone know you are his, so put your arms around him however feels most comfortable.” Blushing, the hikari loosely wrapped his arms around Bakura’s neck.

“Bakura, you are to stake claim,” she took his right hand and slipped his fingertips under the edge of Ryou’s waistband. She placed his left hand above his right under Ryou’s shirt. “You’re dancing with your lover,” she pushed them flush against each other, “Not you grandmother.”

Amara stood behind Ryou, placing her hands on Bakura’s hips. Using light pressure, she guided the spirit through some simple moves, encouraging Ryou with her arms to move with them. Satisfied they had the rhythm down; she had them take small steps in various directions. They moved well together.

She eased Ryou’s head down to Bakura’s shoulder, “See dancing.”

[[ I could get to like this dancing stuff.]]

[ I already do.]

Amara returned to the table and stood beside Tristan, grinning. “Come on, handsome. Your turn.” She pulled Joey up as well.

Once in the front room, she motioned for Joey to hold onto Tristan, and for the brunet to do the same. “Teaching you will be fairly easy since Joey is a good dancer already.”

She moved behind Tristan and eased him through the first movements. He caught on quick and was soon leading.

She returned to get hest tst two pupils. “I’m too short,” Yugi protested.

“No you’re not,” she said gently. “The only difference between you dancing with Yami and Ryou dancing with Bakura is how you hold each other.” Amara held her hand out to the diminutive duelist.

Hesitantly, he took her hand, letting her lead him into the other room. Yami following.

“Now, Yugi you need to go under Yami’s arms.” Yugi found a comfortable position, feeling more confident next to his dark. “Yami, you wrap your arms loosely around Yugi’s shoulders.”

She watched the pair begin moving. “You guys are either the quickest learners in history ou hau have been doing this in secret.” Light and dark both blushed.

Amara turned around, catching Seto’s eye. She tilted her head, raising her eyebrow at him. He pointed to Mokuba. She turned to see the boy looking at her with the most expectant expression. She grinned, waving to him.

Mokuba ran over, stopping in front of her on the balls of his feet, hands clasped behind his back. He was biting his lower lip, trying to keep his excitement under control. She placed his hands on her waist and put her hands on the back of his shoulders.

After stepping on Amara’s feet more times than not, Mokuba took to looking down, bumping his head into her stomach.

Seeing the boy’s saddened look, Amara decided to change tactics. “Stand on my feet, sweetie.”

The other three couples stopped dancing to watch the duo. Mokuba was grinning as if it was Christmas and his birthday rolled into one. Amara’s face shone with joy, adoration, and pride, like any other loving mother dancing with her son. Everyone watching had a least one fond memory of their own mother come to mind.

As he watched his brother dancing with Amara, Seto recalled another young boy standing on another woman’s feet, dancing. The boy’s hair was cinnamon colored, and his bright blue eyes were filled with innocence any. Ty. The woman had long black hair, smoky grey eyes, and her joyful laughter rang with the love she felt for her son.

TBC

Reviews are greatly appreciated.

To Lady Elfskye: You are very sweet, thank you. However, it isn’t really a sense of humor more than experience, because fact is stranger than fiction. And the best is yet to come, little Kira has yet begun to torment our beloved thief.