I Give My Heart To You

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh or the characters therein, and no frogs were injured in the writing of this chapter.

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.

CHAPTER WARNING**THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A SETO/AMARA LEMON AND A DIAPER CHANGE BY TWO ANCIENT SPIRITS**

“indicates nl spl 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]

*Person on the other end of the phone*
//Written messages being read silently//
‘Thoughts of persons without a yami’


MY HEART I GIVE TO YOU
By Terra
Chapter 19

“ARRGHHH!!!!”

Seto shot up so fast, he fell out of bed. He jumped up and spun around looking for the source of the scream that had woken him.

“ARRGHH! SETO!!”

He bolted into the bathroom to find Amara standing in the corner of the shower, on one foot, trying to press herself into the tile.

“What!”

She pointed to the side opposite her. “Get it out! Get it out! Now! GET IT OUT!”

Bakura, Otogi, and Ryou burst into the bedroom in time to hear Amara’s last shriek. They glanced at each other, wide eyed.

“I don’t care! Get it out!”

Ryou looked back at the door. “Maybe we should go,” he muttered.

“Get it out! It’s twitching! Get that thing away from me!”

“I agree with Ryou, we might want to leave,” Otogi took a couple steps towards the door.

“Are you blind! It’s huge! Get it away from me! IT’S TWITCHING! ARRGGHH!!”

Bakura looked thoughtful. “Do you really think Seto’s that big?” he mused to no one in particular. “Nah, he can’t be that big. No way.”

“I’ve learned more about Seto and Amara’s sex life than I ever wanted to know,” Otogi mumbled.

“I don’t give a shit about your clothes. Get that big ass, twitching thing out of here and away from me!”

Seto walked out of the bathroom, grinning like an idiot. He saw the three men standing in his room with very odd looks on their faces. “Hold this for me so I can get something on,” he held his cupped hands out to them.

Otogi took a step back. “If that’s what I think it is, no way.”

Bakura rolled his eyes at the raven haired dice master. “Give it here,” he took one look at what Seto placed in his hands and started laughing. He was soon rolling on the floor, his cupped hands held close to his chest.

“What is it?” Ryou looked over as his yami opened his hands. “A frog?” Ryou covered his mouth to hold back his laughter.

Otogi took a look. “She was screaming over that tiny frog?” He joined Bakura in the floor laughing. “It’s this big,” he held his forefinger and thumb an inch apart.

“It’s not a frog. It’s a damned Jurassic throwback.” Amara stood in the bathroom doorway, arms crossed, wearing a towel, and dripping wet.

The three men gave up trying to hold back their laughter. Seto at least had the decency to step into the closet and muffle his with a suit coat.

“I hope you all get warts. Big ass fucking warts the size of cantaloupe,” she stormed back into the bathroom, slamming the door.

“That would be my cue,” still chuckling, Seto walked out of the closet, pulling on a t-shirt.

Seto heard Ryou gasp and realized he had turned his scarred back to them. He showed no outward sign as he finished dressing and retrieved the frog to release it in the yard.

“Yami?”

Bakura shook his head. “I didn’t know,” he slipped an arm around his sensitive hikari.

“Neither did I,” Otogi ran a hand through his hair. “But it explains why he demanded the lights be off that time we slept together.”

“What could have done that?” Ryou whispered.

“Torture, my love,” something Bakura knew all too well, “Torture from a cruel and sick mind.”

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Amara sat on the living room floor going through a box of Duel Monster cards Yugi had brought over. “How about this one?” she asked the diminutive duelist.

“Sure, you can have any you want. These are all extras,” Yugi looked through the cards she had set aside to keep. “You know Amara, you’re supposed to pick cards that can support one another and work together. These have nothing in common with each other in any way that I know of.”

He handed the cards to Yami who leaned over, giving Seto a chance to see them. They looked at each other, brows furrowed.

“He’s right, Amara. These are just random cards,” Seto handed them back to Yugi. “You have enough understanding of the game to know that.”

“I know, but these just seem important to me for some reason.”

Yami watched as she moved her handr thr the fan of cards she held, selecting two without really looking at them. “Perhaps it will make more sense once she has finished selecting her cards.”

“Give her an Ooguchi card,” Bakura smirked “It looks like a frog.”

Amara glared at him. “I wouldn’t be so cocky if I were you.”

“What?” he glared back.

“Fribbit.”

“I didn’t put that frog in your shower.”

“Sure.”

Andrew came in, interrupting the glare off between the two. “The Ishtars have arrived, sir.”

Amara flicked an ice cube at the thief, sending it right down his half open shirt. He jumped up, squirming and wriggling to get it out.

“That was uncalled for, little sister,” he growled.

“So was that womatinating frog in my shower,” she growled right back at him. “And I know it was you. It had to be.”

Bakura crossed his arms. “I’m waiting to hear that explanation.”

“You put that frog in my shower because you knew it was me who short sheeted your bed.”

Bakura blinked at her. “I thought that was Joey,” he took the soda can from the blond before he could take a drink. “I wouldn’t if I were you,” he handed it to Ryou who hurried to the kitchen to pour it out.

“What’s in it?” Joey asked, suddenly feeling slightly nervous.

“You don’t want to know.”

Ryou had returned from the kitchen and was making ‘don’t ask’ signs at the blond from behind his yami’s back.

“It was a frog, little sister. Why are you being so pissy about it?”

“Three little words, P. M. S.” It was obvious she wasn’t buying Bakura’s denial.

“Isn’t it his job to deal with that shit since you’re his woman?” he jerked a thumb at Seto.

“He’s my lover; I have to keep him happy, so I save it all up for you” she stated as if explaining the weather. “Besides what are you griping about? We fight; you get horny; you go have sex with Ryou.”

“You’re right,” he nodded thoughtfully. “You have my blessing to PMS all over me, but I still didn’t do the frog,” he added.

Malik looked at Isis. Isis looked at Odeon. They all three turned to look at Seto. Seto smiled, holding out a tumbler, “Scotch?” They all three nodded.

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The subject of the Heart of Darkness came up briefly at dinner. To everyone’s surprise, Amara quickly stopped that line of conversation, insisting it could wait until later, letting everyone relax and enjoy themselves.

After dinner, everyone wandered into the game room, with Bakura monopolizing Kira as usual. It was amusing to see the once scourge of the seven deserts scooting across the floor on his butt, stacking blocks for the baby to scoot towards and knock down. Cheering her on the entire time to crawl.

They had reached the far end of the room and were making their way back across, when an unmistakable sound came from the block demolishing pair.

Mokuba voiced the one thought on everyone’s mind. “EWWW! Bakura, that’s gross.”

“Yami could have at least excused yourself.”

Bakura looked at them wide eyed. “It wasn’t me.”

“Then who was it?” Joey smirked.

The thief pointed to Kira, a smug look on his face.

“Bakura,” Ryou admonished. “If it had been her, she would have deflated.”

“It wasn’t me, Ryou. Honest.”

No one seemed to notice Amara. She had her face buried in Seto’s back, clinging to his shirt and trying hard not to laugh.

Kira rocked back and forth on her bottom, giggling.

Tristan, the one closest to the infant and thief, began to fan his nose, and got up and moved.

“It wasn’t me,” Bakura persisted.

Yami, the next in line from the pair wrinkled his nose. “Damn, tomb robber. Reach around there and pull that dead camel out of your ass.”

“Ra damn it! It wasn’t me!”

Amara walked over and took a peek down the back of Kira’s one piece playsuit. “You all owe Bakura an apology. He didn’t do it. It was .”
.”

“See! Told you so,” the thief picked Kira up, gingerly, and held her out to her mother.

Amara stuck her hands under her arms. “Nope. She was clean and smelled good when I gave her to you, and I expect you to return her to me in the same if not better manner.”

Bakura blinked. “I don’t know anything about cleaning up baby shit.”

“Don’t worry; Yami is going to help you.”

The former pharaoh spewed his drink all over the back of Yugi’s head, much to the disgust of the little hikari. “ME! WHY ME!”

“You’re the one who made that disgusting camel comment,” Seto dead panned.

Amara clapped her hands together and pointed to her lover, a thankful look in her eyes. “There ya go.”

“I know even less about babies than he does,” Yami protested, pointing to the thief.

“At least you fathered a few, PHARAOH.” Bakura still held Kira out at arms length.

Yugi whipped around, staring at his lovn din disbelief. Yami paled slightly. “I was pharaoh, aibou. It was my responsibility to provide an heir to the throne.”

Yugi glared, hands on hips. “Did you?” Yami’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.

Tristan waved his hand in front of his face again. “Would you two stop stalling and go? I’ve smelled better smelling garbage trucks in the middle of summer.”

Amara decided to let that potential for humor go, concentrating on the two spirits instead. She pointed to the door. “GO! Everything you need is in the nursery’s bathroom.”

Bakura stood, glaring at Kira. “You hate me. I know you hate me.” The little girl just giggled. He turned his gaze to Yami who irnedrned looked at Amara, pleadingly. She simply jabbed her finger towards the door. With a final hopeful look to his light, the once ruler of upper and lower Egypt stood, walking to the door as if going to his execution.

Once they were out of view, Amara bolted across the room, and out the other door. She returned shortly at a full run, vaulted the sofa, and thumped the baby monitor on the table. She turned the volume up all the way. “I always leave the one in the nursery on,” she grinned. “This’ll be a riot. He’ll think twice before he puts anything slimy i sho shower again.”

No one heard the muffled laugh coming from Mokuba.

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Yami reached for the knob to the nursery door. “Do you think we can send it to the Shadow Realm?”

“Only if you want to die again next time you visit. This is bad enough to make my Man Eater Bug go vegetarian.”

They walked into the room, neither noticing the green light on the monitor sitting on the dresser. They looked around, completely lost.

“What do we do first?” Yami asked.

Bakura rolled his eyes. “Like I would know.”

Yami looked at Kira. He inadvertently took a step back when she reached out for him. Smirking, Bakura took a step foreword, giving the baby a little wiggle, making her feet sway. Yami back stepped, fanning his nose until his back hit the wall, Bakura pursuing every step.

“Grow up,” Yami snapped, sliding his back along the wall and ducking under the baby to get around the thief. He walked over to the changing table. “This has everything we’ll need,” he grinned triumphantly, holding up a diaper.

“Let’s get it done,” Bakura sat the baby down as Yami pulled a baby wipe from the box. The thief looked down the back of Kira’s play suit then the baby wipe then back down the suit. “There is no way in hell that’s going to do it.”

Yami took a peek. “How did she get it halfway up her back?”

“It’s on her toes too.”

Yami looked at the gigging baby. “She don’t look big enough to hold that much.”

“So now what do we do oh mighty son of Ra, wisest of all the land?”

Yami glared at Bakura, letting the snide remark to his royal title slide. He looked around again, wishing a Trap Hole would suddenly appear. “We give her a bath,” he grinned, leading the white haired spirit into the bathroom.

They both looked at the sink then Kira. “Tub,” they said in unison.

“Make sure the water isn’t too hot,” Bakura cautioned.

“It doesn’t feel too hot,” Yami held his hand under the tap.

“Not with your hand. Ryou uses his...uhm, elbow.”

Yami looked at the thief over his shoulder, “Why?”

“How the hell should I know? Just do it.”

“Fine,” Yami took off his shirt, tossing it on the b“You“You strip her.”

Bakura looked at the baby, realizing what he had gotten himself into. “Fuck.” He undid the snaps on the front of Kira’s playsuit.

“OW!”

“Too hot?” Bakura smirked. “Smart ass pharaoh got burned.” He pulled Kira’s arms from the sleeves then realized what his hand would be in if he didn’t have something to wrap around her. He pulled out a blanket, pleased at his resourcefulness.

Yami came out to help while the tub filled. Using only his fingernails, he began to unsnap the legs of the messy playsuit. He grimaced when he grabbed the toe of her footie to pull it off and it squished. He tugged a few times, trying to get Kira’s foot out.

“Just reach in and pull it out,” Bakura growled impatiently.

“Be my guest, tomb robber. This shit is sticky.”

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never played with shit.”

Yami glared at him. “I’m going to go check the water.”

“Don’t drown,” Bakura called after him. “I am not cleaning this myself.” He finished getting the playsuit off and tossed it in the trash. Bakura looked at that diaper a long time before deciding not to take it off. “I’ll let the pharaoh have that pleasure,” he held the wiggly baby in place with three fingers on her chest.

Yami looked at the bottles on the counter, baby bath, baby shampoo, baby toothpaste. “Should we put bubbles in the water?”

“Couldn’t hurt.”

He poured some into the water. “At least we don’t have to wash her hair.”

“We do now.”

“At least we don’t have to do her teeth.”

“o noo now.”

“ the the hell is that man doing? Or not doing?” Yami walked into the bedroom. Bakura was standing as far back from the changing table as his arm would let him while still keeping his fingers on the little girl.

The thief’s arm was smeared up to the elbow, as was Kira’s hair, and the hand stuck in her mouth had dark streaks on it. Yami gagged when he realized what those streaks were. He looked up at Bakreadready to rip the thief a new one.

Bakura looked like he wished he had never been set free from the ring. “It stinks,” he whined.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Yami opened the blanket. “You left the diaper on.”

“Hey! I did the play thing she had on. You get this.”

Yami reached for the diaper, surprised to see his hands shaking. “I’d rather duel a hundred shadow games than do this.” He unfastened the tabs and opened the diaper.

They both gagged.

“I’ve gutted things and made less mess,” Bakura swore on the spot to never eat gravy again in his life.

“I wonder why it’s green inside her diaper and brown on the outside?”

Bakura raisn eyn eyebrow and looked at the former pharaoh oddly.

As Yami threw the diaper in the trash, Kira lifted both feet in the air and grunted. She farted, shooting a small dollop of poop across the changing table, hitting Yami in the palm of his hand.

Bakura burst out laughing at the look on the spirit’s face.

“I used to pay people to do this shit,” he grumbleipiniping his hand. He looked up at Bakura.

“No way! If your tomb was full of gold, it still wouldn’t be enough,” Bakura snickered. “Besides you didn’t pay anyone; they were slaves.”

“I fed them and housed them.”

Bakura had to give him that one.

“I couldn’t bribe you even if I still had the Pharaoh’s treasure,” Yami sighed deeply. “I’m in enough crap from Yugi as it is because of that fatherhood crack you made. I don’t need it from Amara too.”

“Is this fixation with shit a royal thing or just a you thing?”

Unknown to the two beleaguered spirits, everyone down stairs was having a really good laugh at their expense. The only one still on a piece of furniture was Isis, and she was prone, laughing so hard tears ran down her face.

Twenty five minutes later the spirits and baby came back into the game room. All three had new clothes on and damp hair. What little composure the group had regained was lost seeing the looks on both spirits’ faces. Yami placed Kira on Seto’s lap since Amara was rolling on the floor, holding her sides. It was then he noticed the baby monitor.

Yami held it up to Bakura. He looked at it then reached under the bar. “Whisky?”

Yami set the monitor down, shutting it off. “Rum.”

Bakura set a half full bottle of rum on the bar next to the whisky bottle. “Glass?” he held up a tumbler.

Yami shook his head opening the bottle. He took a long pull.

“T-that’ll tea-ch...y-you to...p-pu-put a f-frog... in my s-shower,” Amara choked out, laughing.

Bakura took an even longer swig from the whisky bottle. “I didn’t put the frog in your shower. But if you find a snake in there in the near future,” he saluted her with the bottle, “That’d be me.”

Mokuba suddenly burst out laughing.

Amara stared wide eyed at him. “YOU! You little imp!” She lunged for the boy.

Mokuba jumped a chair and was out the door, raven hair flying with Amara hot on his heels.

Bakura took another drink. “I’ll give you fifty bucks at three to one on the kid.”

“I’ll take that,” Yami shook his hand, tipping his rum bottle up again.

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Kira and Mokuba were put to bed. Yami and Bakura had used shadow magic to alleviate the buzz they had gotten from the liquor. And everyone had moved to the living room where a somber atmosphere had fallen over the group.

“I guess now it’s on to less pleasant, more serious matters,” Isis said, folding her hands in her lap.

“You have found some information?” Yami cut straight to the chase.

“Yes,” Odeon laid a large packet of papers on the table between them. “This is copies of all our findings.”

“What have you discovered?” Seto leaned foreword and began flipping through the papers.

“All the necessary alignments are in place for the summoning of thert ort of Darkness, and Kira fits the profile for the vessel.”

Amara reached over gripping Seto’s hand. “What can be done to stop this?” Everyone heard the slight tremor in her voice.

“To stop the return of the Heart, Kira must be kept away from the place of summoning. To keep Kira safe, vigilance is the best recourse,” Isis gave the young mother a sad smile.

Tristan laid a hand on Amara’s shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. “No one will take your baby from you, Amara. We’ll all protect her.” A murmur of agreement went through the group.

“How...how long?” Amara began to tremble despite the reassurances of her friends.

“The alignments will begin to separate after the beginning of the new year,” Isis motioned to the papers. “There is an astrological chart in there depicting the necessary positions.”

“We just have to wait until January, shouldn’t be too hard,” Joey’s confident grin gave Amara a small ray of hope.

“Kira will be safe then?”

“Yes,” Odeon smiled warmly. He had felt the protective attraction to the young mother and her child when he met her. It was exactly as Isis and Malik had described it.

“Why did we receive them instead of the others reciting the spell? And why two?”

Isis turned to the former pharaoh. “The summoning spell is responsible for Kira’s presence. There is no other explanation for that. Bakura’s spell is most likely the reason for Amara being here. With both spells being read simultaneously, the summoning spell attacked itself to her as well. There may have been someone else somewhere better suited for Bakura’s spell but Amara and Kira were the only ones to fit both spells when combined, which is what happened when the magic combined what Bakura wrote with the original symbols.”

Isis stood and refilled her glass. “As to why they came to you, I believe the pull of your two millennium items are responsible.”

“There was another emergence as well, though.” Everyone stared at Malik. “I have sensed too much shadow magic in Domino for there not to be.”

“Wouldn’t Yami or Bakura have sensed that too?” Ryou asked. “They deal with it almost daily.”

“That is the very reason they wouldn’t sense it. They are acclimated to itsl. Il. I know how it feels but I haven’t been in the realm for a long time,” Malik lowered his eyes to the floor shamefully.

“Who could be behind this?” Otogi motioned around the room. “Everyone who has a working knowledge of shadow magic is right here.”

“No, there is Shadi,” Yugi pointed out. “But he would never do something like this.”

“Pegasus could,” Yami added. “And would.”

The room became silent.

“Who is this Pegasus?” Amara asked.

“The holder of the Millennium Eye,” Seto’s voice was hard. “He also has the money to be behind all the kidnapping attempts. This just became a lot more dangerous.”

“Why would he though?”

“His wife maybe,” Joey shrugged. “At Duelist Kingdom, he said something about wanting all the millennium items to bring his dead wife back.”

Isis nodded thoughtfully. “The Heart of Darkness would have the power to do that, but it would be at a huge personal cost to him.”

“I should have killed that bastard when I had the chance,” Bakura growled. “I’ll not make the same mistake again.”

“At least you know who you are dealing with,” Ryou said hopefully.

“He has as many people working for him as I do, if not more. And they are just as well trained,” Seto’s expression was dark.

“He don’t have the likes of me,” Bakura growled.

“That may be the deciding factor,” Seto placed his arm around Amara. “I’ll do everything in my power to keep you both safe.”

“We all will,” Tristavoicvoice held the same conviction as Seto’s.

Amara looked around at the faces of her friends and new family. “Thank you all.” She voiced another concern. “This other emergence, would it have a connection to Kira like I did?”

Odeon and Isis looked at each other. This question had not occurred to either of them. “I believe that would be logical to assume there would be a connection to you both. But this emergence would go to the other summoning location.”

Amara paled. “The only person connected to us both is Kira’s father.”

Seto squeezed her hand. “How can you be certain of this?”

Isis shrugged. “Unfortunately we can’t, not until this person makes his or her presence known.”

“This just keeps getting better and better,” Amara leaned into Seto’s embrace. She sighed, “Yami said before this Heart thing was once a duel monster, what do you know about it?”

Odeon set his empty glass on the table. “I have researched this particular monster before when living underground. It was the most dangerous of them all.”

“How so?” Yugi asked, eager to learn anything new about his favorite game.

“This monster had the ability to absorb other monsters’ powers, permanently.”

This meant little to the duelists in the room who had little understanding of the Shadow Realm, and even less to Amara. But Yami and Bakura both paled as they began to grasp the deadly potential of what they may be up against.

“Go on,” Yami’s request sed med more like an order.

Odeon leaned foreword, elbows on knees, hands clasped. “The other monsters would recover, eventually, but the Heart kept their powers. It began to evolve due to this added power and soon was able to absorb strong human emotion,” he fixed his gaze on Yami. “You do not remember pharaoh, but you ordered the stone the Heart was sealed in shattered because it had begun to absorb the human life force as well.”

“And Pegasus wants to unleash that thing,” Otogi whispered. “Gods, he has to be insane.”

“There is more,” Odeon continued. “The Heart began to take over the humans it drained with small portions of itself. If a person was overly greedy, greed took over. If a person was a wanton whore, lust ruled her. And so on.”

“Why a return spell if it was so dangerous?” Yugi asked, giving Yami a sideways look.

“That was the doings of a lesser mage who was later punished by death.”

“I can see why the stone was shattered,” Amara mused. “If no one could control it.’

Isis shook her head. “There was one.”

“Don’t tell me, let me guess. It’s either Seto or Yami, right?” Joey grinned.

“No, it was the Keeper of the Shadow Realm.”

Yami frowned thoughtfully, “That title sounds familiar.”

“We will be returning to Egypt for a more in depth search on information about the Keeper,” Isis cast a glance to her brother. “I believe Amara may be the reincarnation.”

Amara looked up at Isis. “You think I may be this person?”

Isis nodded. “It is a strong possibility. I have found several references and many of them could pertain to you.”

“How can that be? I’m from another world, or dimension, or something?”

“There is one possibility. The Shadow Realm is connected to many other places. If the soul of the Keeper somehow became trapped there at death, you may have been reborn in one of those other places.”

“I feel like I’m in a very bad sci-fi movie,” Amara rubbed her forehead.

“Is there anything else?” Seto had heard more than enough and was ready for his guests to leave so he could sort through it all.

“Until we return to Egypt, yes.”

Amara saw the sad look that flashed across Malik’s face. She caught Seto’s eye and cast a barely perceptible nod the blond Egyptian’s way.

“Will you all three be going?” he asked.

“I would like to stay, but...” Malik’s voice trailed off.

“We have discussed this, brother. There are no available apartments now.”

“I know, sis. I know. But I still don’t have to like it.”

“You can stay at the mansion until one becomes available.”

Amethyst eyes blinked at the CEO. “You mean that?”

Seto nodded.

Malik’s entire pretense changed. He lunged at his sister. “Please, Isis. I’ll not get into trouble. I’ll go to school. I’ll even let Yami help if my dark becomes a problem. Please.”

“If you are sure,” she asked Seto.

Amara nodded, smiling. “He’s taken in me and Kira. Ryou and Bakura after their fire. Joey after his incident. And has everyone over here all the time while raising his brother and running a multi-million dollar international company. What kind of trouble can one teenage Egyptian tomb keeper with a psychotic darker self manifestation be?”

Seto looked at the red haired girl and laughed much to everyone’s surprise. “She’s right. Things are a little quiet around here.”

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It was one in the morning when Seto finally left his office to go to bed. He was surprised Amara wasn’t asleep and checked the nursery. She was standing by Kira’s crib, staring at the sleeping baby. She leaned into him when he slipped an arm around her waist.

“Come to bed,” he whispered, gently guiding her towards the door.

She sat on the bed, watching as Seto pulled off his shirt. “Why did you let Malik stay?”

He sat down beside her. “It was what you wanted,” he traced the curve of her face. “I can’t deny you anything. You’re my one true weakness.”

“I thought you didn’t want to have any weaknesses.”

“I’m weaker without you than with you.”

“This could all come back and bite you, you know.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time.”

Seto finished changing, and noticed Amara hadn’t moved from the bed. He knelt in front of her and reached up to unbutton her blouse. “Do you doubt me?”

“No,” she lightly cupped his cheek.

“I won’t let anything happen to Kira, or you.”

“I know.”

“Then stop worrying,” he gently chastised. “It’ll give you wrinkles.”

“Would you still love me wrinkled and gray?”

“There is no one in all the world I’d rather grow old beside.”

“Women tend to go to downhill fast after fifty or so.”

“You’ll be easier to catch and more of you to love.”

Amara chuckled. “You are impossible.”

“No, I’m in love. But I got what I wanted,” he traced a fingertip over her lips. “Your smile.”

Amara wrapped her arms around his back, burying her face in the crook is nis neck. “I love you.”

“I know.”

“Everything about this scares the hell out of me.”

“I know,” he murmured, stroking her hair.

“I may fall apart, a lot.”

“I’ll pick up the pieces.”

“There’s so much about this that can destroy everyone we care for.”

“I’ll deal with it when it comes up, and keep it from happening.”

Amara leaned up, searching his eyes. “You take care of everyone else all the time. When do you take care of yourself?”

“Don’t move,” he kissed her lightly.

Seto walked to his desk and unlocked a drawer, taking something out. He returned and knelt back down in front of Amara, taking her hand in his.

“I was hoping you might want the job,” with a very steady hand, he slipped a ring on her finger. “This isn’t how I wanted to do this, but...there is no one I’d rather live my life with. You are my compleppospposite in every way; you make me feel whole for the first time ever. You make me want to be a better man. I love you with all my heart. I promise you’ll never want for anything. A, wi, will you marry me?”

Amara stared at him. Of all the things she had expected from him, this was not even on the list. She looked at the ring; it was beautiful, expensive but tastefully done. She looked back up into fearfully hopeful azure eyes, and smiled. She nodded as tears began to slown own her cheeks. “Yes.”

Seto let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “I thought you were going to say no,” he wiped her tears with his thumbs then kissed her tenderly.

“Why would I do something that stupid?” she reached up to wipe away the single tear shining on his cheek.

“I don’t know,” he kissed her again, sliding her blouse from her shoulders.

Suddenly Seto felt nervous. He knew this woman intimately; he had made love to her many times. But this time seemed very important and quite frankly, he was worried he’d screw it up.

“Hey, you okay, dragon?” Amara asked softly.

He saw a million emotions in her pale blue eyes, but the one that overpowered them all was love. Love for him. He felt...humbled. “Everything is fine,” he unhooked her bra never breaking his gaze. “Just fine, dove.”

Amara slipped out of her skirt while Seto turned back the bed sheets. She admired the ripple of his back muscles as he moved. His body was toned and lean, like a cat’s. His musculature was well defined but subtle, not prominent like Tristan’s. At first glance Seto Kaiba seemed unassuming, harmless even, while underneath he was dangerous and deadly.

Every woman secretly dreamed of taming a dangerous man. A man who could fight savagely, destroying any and all who challenged his claim to what was his, yet gentled with a look from her. That was exactly what Amara had. Seto guarded what was his with the ferocity of a lion protecting his pride, but the powerful CEO treated his little brother, his child, and soon to be wife as if they were sacred objects.

She walked up behind him and placed her hands on either side of his waist, hooking her fingers under the waistband of his pants. She pressed tiny kisses down his back as she pushed the pants down his legs.

Seto stepped out of the pants and turned, taking her in his arms, “I love you,” he whispered as he laid her in the bed.

Amara was soon lost to Seto’s tender kisses and gentle touches. It was so different from the last time they made love. Seto had been demanding then, now he seemed...hesitant, as if she would shatter from his touch.

That was for the birds in Amara’s opinion. Sometimes a girl had take matters into her own hands.

She wrapped one arm around Seto’s neck, to play with his soft brown hair. Her other hand, she moved down his lean body, barely touching her fingertips here and there against his skin, searching for her goal.

Seto never knew someone running their fingers through his hair could feel so sensual. He moaned softly, unconsciously bumping the back of his head against her hand when she paused. He didn’t feel the feather light touches moving over his chest, side, and hips, but he felt those fingers when they wrapped around his aching manhood. His head fell against her shoulder as a groan escaped him.

Amara released him quickly. “Don’t,” he murmured. “Gods that felt so good.”

“I thought I hurt you; you sounded... pained.”

“You didn’t,” he kissed along her shoulder to her neck. “Do it again.”

She reached down, moving slowly to take him once again in her hand. Seto’s breath quickened in anticipation; he gasped when she gripped him. He began to move slowly against her hand.

“Stroke me,” he murmured huskily.

Amara hesitantly began to mimic Seto’s thrusting motions, wringing more moans from the brunet as he suckled at her pulse point.

“Harder,” he groaned, moving up her throat.

She gripped him firmly and increased her speed. Seto rest his head against her shoulder, his warm breath caressing her throat as he moved with her strokes. With a shuddering groan, he released over her hand.

Seto collapsed bonelessly on top of Amara. She rubbed his back, kissing his face tenderly as she waited for him to recover. He began to stir, and pushed himself up, searching her eyes for something damning him for his actions. It wasn’t there.

“From just a touch?” she asked wonderingly.

“Just from a touch.”

He brought her hand up and began to clean it of his seed with long lazy strokes of his tongue. He smirked at the shudder that ran through Amara’s body as she closed her eyes against the sensation. Finished, Seto released her hand with a parting kiss to her fingertips.

Amara pulled him down into a passion filled kiss. She slipped her tongue inside to sample his unique taste, and when they parted, she flicked her tongue across his lips. “Messy,” she teased.

Her bold actions reawakened Seto’s arousal. “I’ll try to be less so in the future,” he ground into her.

“Over my dead body,” Amara groaned.

“No need for such drastic measures,” he took the darkened peak of her breast into his mouth, relishing her reaction.

Seto knew every weak spot on Amara’s body and exploited them mercilessly. She was soon moaning and squirming beneath him begging him for more. Little did she know her reaction was the weak point for the billionaire brunet. He craved the site of her, panting and writhing in need beneath him the way a starving man craves food.

He rolled the hard nub around with his tongue, before sucking at it gently. He firmly massaged the other mound, pausing to gently pinch the hardened bud there when he would nip the other. Amara’s soft cries of pleasure made his erection throb with the need to be inside her heat. But he could be a patient man, when he knew he would ultimately get what he wanted.

Amara arched up, trying to push deeper into the tantalizing heat above her. She whined in protest when Seto easily held her down. He smirked, trailing open mouth kisses to her navel, and began to tease her anew.

“Would you please stop?” Amara pleaded.

Seto looked up. “Are you saying you want me to roll over and go to sleep?” he laughed at her answering glare. “Then what are you saying, my dove?” he flicked the tip of his tongue over the shallow indention.

She moaned. “Please moan in Japanese, I would rather not have a translator in our bedroom,” Seto chuckled.

“Our bedroom?”

Seto moved up. “Our bedroom,” he kissed along her jaw. “Mine and my wife’s,” he swung his body over hers. “My wife, my partner, my lover, my soul mate, the mother of my children. Mine,” with his final word, Seto slid inside Amara’s body.

Once seated, he held still, surrounded by his lover as he wrapped his arms around her.

“I love you,” she whispered.

Seto began to move, his hips pulling back to push forward, connecting with hers again. The lovers moaned and cried out with their efforts, sinking deeper and deeper in the feelings of love, warmth, and ecstasy their lovemaking flooded them with.

Amara's nails raked his back as she rose to meet his thrusts. Her body raced headlong towards completion, needing to be one with the man loving her.

“My dove, my love, my wife.”

When she heard him say ’my wife’, her entire body tensed and she was swept away on the wave of passion, Seto's name ripped from her lips.

Seto released, crying out her name as her body spasmed around him. He laid beside her, pulling her still trembling body to him and drew the blankets over their cooling bodies.

Amara snuggled close to Seto. “When do you want to get married?”

“You decide, it’s the bride’s responsibility anyway.”

She laughed. “Whose job will it be for Ryou and Bakura or Yami and Yugi?”

“I’ll suggest they draw straws.”

Kira grunted in her sleep, causing Amara to tense and turn to look at the monitor.

“She won’t wake up,” Seto pulled her back against him. “She has slept through the night ever since I promised her that pony,” he kissed her forehead. “It’s due to arrive next week.”

Amara looked at him wide eyed, not sure if he was joking or not.

TBC

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To Dragondreamer Yami Dragon: Seto has gone totally soft. Wait until the next chapter.

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