I Give My Heart To You

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh or the characters therein.

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 rat yat your own risk.

CHAPTER WARNING**THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A JOEY/SETO LEMON AND A SETO/AMARA LEMON AND VOYEURISM**

“Indicates normal speech of course”
*Person on the other end of the phone*
‘Thoughts of persons without a yami’

Author’s note: I know there are probably people reading this who have had the honor of being present at a tea ceremony. I have not, but as the author of this fiction, I took parts from the several I researched and made one of my own. If you are offended I did this, sorry but it is fiction and therefore made up.

MY HEART I GIVE TO YOU
By Terra
Chapter 20

Seto stood in the open doorway of Joey’s bedroom, silently watching as the blond pulled a t-shirt over his head. He felt a stab of guilt at what he was about to do. Last night had made him realize how much he missed his male lovers, and how much he still needed them.

‘Forgive me, dove,’ he knocked once on the door frame.

Joey glanced up. “Hey Seto. What’s up?” He did a double take when he saw the look on the brunet’s face. He had seen that look before, desire tinged with sorrow and guilt. “You need me.” It wasn’t a question.

Seto nodded as the blond approached.

“Lead the way,” Joey said quietly.

He silently followed the brunet down to his bedroom, feeling more than a little surprised. Not that he was complaining, not by any means. Joey admired the young billionaire, loved him like a brother, and he definitely enjoyed the man in bed. The blond would do anything for him, and had gone out of his way to help on many occasions. Joey had never denied Seto, and he wasn’t about to start now. But what he couldn’t figure out was why.

Seto locked the door behind him when he entered the bedroom, somewhat unsure how to proceed. Before, he had waited for Joey to take the initiative, but now he wanted a more equal relationship between them. He wanted to give back to the blond, not just receive as he had in the past. He glanced over at Joey. The blond seemed as nervous as he. Seto closed the distance between them and took the blond’s face in his hands, kissing him.

Joey responded immediately, deepening the kiss. How he had missed this. It seemed so long ago since he and Seto had been together. He thought they would never be together again after Amara... Amara! Joey broke the kiss, stepping back.

“What about Amara?” he ran a nervous hand through his messy blond hair. “How does she feel about us being together?”

“She said she was fine with it,” Seto took a half step foreword, stopping when Joey pressed a hand to his chest.

“Why now?”

“I missed us being together, plain and simple,” Seto felt another tinge of guilt at the small lie he told the blond, but quickly thrust it aside.

Joey ran his hand up Seto’s chest to his shoulder. “Are YOU okay with us doing this?”

“I wouldn’t have asked you if I wasn’t.”

Joey caught a flicker of something in Seto’s eyes; it was to brief to identify. When soft lips caressed his again, he completely forgot having seen it at all.

He grunted in surprise when Seto’s hands snuck under the hem of his shirt, caressing his stomach and chest. The brunet moved his mouth down the blond’s throat as he moved his hands up, lightly pinching Joey’s nipples as he nipped at his collarbone.

Joey couldn’t hold back his moan of pleasure. This bolder, more in contreto eto aroused him. Tristan had told him Seto came to him when Joey had been hurt, in the shower no less. He hadn’t believed him at first, but now...

“You’re over dressed puppy.”

Smirking, Joey pulled his t-shirt off, and tossed it over his shoulder. “So are you,” he quickly rid Seto of his, and pulled the tall brunet down, kissing him.

Seto explored every inch exposed skin as he left Joey’s mouth. It was so different from being with Amara, he mused, suckling the soft skin behind Joey’s ear. So many things felt the same, but... It was equally as good just different.

‘Damn, he’s good at this,’ Joey thought, working at the fastenings of Seto’s pants. He slid his hand inside and grunted in protest when slender fingers grabbed his wrist.

“Not this time pup,” Seto knelt, deftly stripping the blond of his jeans and boxers.

Before Joey’s fogged mind could begin to process what was happening, his member was enveloped in moist heat. “GoSetoSeto!” his hands fisted in cinnamon colored hair.

The brunet smirked as he swirled his tongue over Joey’s length. Moving slowly, Seto grazed his teeth along the silken flesh, pleased with the reaction he received from the blond. He sucked lightly at the head of Joey’s erection while sliding the tip of his tongue along the weeping slit, relishing the keening sounds Joey made.

Joey nearly screamed when Seto released him. He opened his mouth to voice his objection but moaned instead as the brunet trailed his tongue down his shaft, licked at his tightening sac then kissed his way back up. One thought made its way up through the fog of the blond’s mind, ‘Someone taught him to do this.’

Joey’s hands tightened relentlessly in Seto’s hair as the brunet deep throated him. “Seto...stop,” he groaned. “You got...stop.”

He hummed a negative response around the blond’s length.

“Gonna fall.”

Seto shifted foreword bringing his body up between the blond’s legs, pressing his chest flush against his thighs. He wrapped his arms over Joey’s hips and grasped his waist. He hummed again then swallowed, pushing Joey over the edge.

Joey released his hold on Seto’s hair, to grip his shoulders instead as he came. He thought he would pass out as the brunet milked him of his essence.

Seto rose to his feet, keeping a firm hold on the unsteady blond. “You okay?” he murmured.

Joey nodded. “Yeah, just a little weak though.”

Seto swept the shorter teen off his feet and carried him to the bed, laying him down as gently as he would Amara. He shed the rest of his clothes and lay down beside him. “Your turn,” he murmured, pulling the blond on top of him.

“I-I thought...”

“No,” Seto lightly kissed his face and throat. “I want you to take me, puppy.”

Before Joey could respond with his usual answer, Seto pressed a finger to his lips, stopping him. The look in his azure eyes spoke volumes to the blond.

“I’d love to,” Joey bent down to tease the brunet’s neck.

Seto gently lifted Joey’s chin. “Don’t take too long,” he warned.

The blond couldn’t help but moan at the look Seto gave him. Joey nipped playfully at Seto’s pulse point, noticing a small red mark just below. He moved down to tease the brunet’s nipples and noticed several more of the same small red marks on his chest. He remembered he hadn’t gotten any lubrication and sat up, seeing two larger marks on the inside of Seto’s thighs. ‘Amara must be part vampire.’

He noticed a familiar looking bottle on the bedside table and popped it open. “Grape?”

Seto smirked.

Joey slid a slick digit inside Seto’s body, working it carefully in and out. The brunet closed his eyes and sighed; he had almost forgotten how good this felt. A second finger was added. And how painful.

He hissed slightly at the intrusion. “You okay?” Joey asked, his tone filled with worry.

Seto nodded. “It’s just been a little while. Go on.”

Joey berated himself for not realizing that. He had been so careful with the brunet before, but this time Seto’s more confident air had thrown him off. Joey moved up to kiss him tenderly as he scissored his fingers within him. He entered the final finger and waited a long moment before moving them. He brushed against Seto’s prostate, grinning at the brunet’s surprised gasp.

Seto dug his fingers into the sheets. “Now, puppy. I can’t wait.”

“Just a couple more seconds,” their eyes met as Joey coated his erection.

Joey positioned himself at the brunet’s entrance, slowly pushing past the ring of muscle. He knew he had misjudged Seto’s need when long legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him fully inside.

He held still, waiting for Seto to adjust, but the brunet would have none of that. “Move,” he ordered, thrusting up against the blond.

Joey began to thrust slowly, only to have Seto grasp his hips, urging him to move faster. He was happy to comply, angling for the brunet’s prostate.

“Joey! Faster! Gods, feels so good.”

The blond was pounding into Seto’s body; the brunet meeting every thrust. “Close,” he groaned.

“Take me with you, puppy.”

Joey wrapped his hand around Seto’s erection, pumping hard and fast, sending the brunet over the edge with a cry. The blond followed immediately after.

The two teens lay wrapped in each other’s arms, basking in the afterglow of their climax. Joey was content, but Seto stared at the ceiling, guilt nagging at him.

“You want to talk?” Joey offered.

“No,” Seto got up and handed the blond his clothes. “You’ll be late to Yugi’s.”

Joey started getting dressed. “They’ll understand. You know that.”

“I’m fine, puppy.”

He gave Seto a gentle kiss. “If you say so.”

Joey wasn’t convinced by any means, but he respected Seto’s wish not to talk, and quietly left the room. The brunet stared at the closed door. “I just had to fuck it up,” he muttered, raking a hand through his hair then he drug himself into the shower.

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Amara walked upstairs, carrying a basketful of clean laundry. She stopped outside her bedroom. Her and Seto’s bedroom. She looked at her engagement ring and smiled at the memory of Seto’s proposal.

She chuckled; he didn’t think it had been romantic enough. She thought it had been perfect.

She placed a hand on the doorknob, ready to walk in when she heard the unmistakable sound of Seto climaxing, and Joey crying out soon afterwards. Smiling, she released the knob slowly then walked to the nursery.

“These can wait until later,” she said, setting the basket on the bed.

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Amara was sitting on the living room sofa, reading when Seto came downstairs. “Enjoy yourself?” she asked.

Seto frowned. “What?”

Amara set her book down and propped her arms up on the back of the sofa, resting her chin on her wrists. “I asked if you enjoyed yourself with Joey.”

“Were you spying?”

She blinked at the harshness in Seto’s voice. “Nooo, I was putting laundry away and overheard the two of you.”

“Do you have a problem with my being with him?”

“No,” Amara was perplexed by Seto aggressive reaction to her question. “What’s going on?”

“I answer to no one,” Seto turned around and walked out of the room.

Amara jumped over the sofa, following. She grabbed his arm before he made it into his office. “Hey, what gives? Why are you mad at me? All I did was ask a question.”

“I do not have to justify my actions to anyone, including you, nor do I appreciate being spied on in my own house.”

Seto’s hard cold eyes glaring at her hurt Amara more than the cruelty of his words. “Look, I don’t know what upset you, but if it was me, I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to be insensitive or mean or whatever when I asked you that. I honestly wanted to know if you had enjoyed yourself, that’s all.”

“Whether I did or didn’t is of no concern of yours,” his words came out as a low snarl.

Amara stepped back, staring at him. She turned away and slipped on her shoes, grabbing the diaper bag from the closet. “I’m taking Kira and going to the game shop.”

“You’re leaving?” There was a hint of fear in Seto’s voice.

“No, I’m going to the game shop. You’re angry, and I’m hurt. I’m diffusing the situation before one of us says something we’ll regret. If you don’t believe me, call in fifteen minutes and find out,” with that she picked up the baby and walked out the front door.

Seto stood in the doorway of his office until the sound of the limo faded away. He sat down at his desk, leaning his head on the back of his chair and blinking rapidly. “I’m a fucking idiot.”

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Amara was greeted with a hearty round of ‘hi’s’ when she walked in the upstairs living room. Yugi ran over to the stairs leading to the bedrooms and yelled to his grandfather she was there with Kira.

The elder Moto came down and immediately took Kira, telling Tristan to respect his elders when the brunet frowned at him.

“Grandpa, I have something for you,” Amara stopped him before he could vanish and spoil her daughter rotten. She handed him the emergency pendant she had asked Seto to create. “This will send a signal to the hospital if you need emergency medical help and are unable to get to the phone.”

She slipped it over his head and showed him how it worked. “Why would I need such a thing?” he asked, fingering the small oval device.

“There’ll be times when we’re all off doing something and there’ll surely be times when you need to get away from all of us, and this will help ease everyone’s worries.”

“Well then, I’ll keep it within easy reach at all times,” he smiled at Amara warmly. “Now I’m off to the kitchen to see about getting this little princess some ice cream.”

“Grandpa, she can’t have cow’s milk yet.”

“No milk in that soy stuff,” he dismissed her concerns and disappeared into the kitchen.

Amara shook her head. “I should have known he’d get that stuff for her.”

Tristan and Joey scooted to opposite ends of the sofa with Tristan patting the open space invitingly. Grinning, Amara sat between them, accepting the glass of lemonade Yami handed her.

The sharp eyed spirit noticed the ring she was wearing and grabbed her wrist. He raised a questioning eyebrow. Amara blushed. Yugi squealed and bounced over, yanking Amara’s hand from his dark. “HE PROPOSED!”

She nodded and was bombarded with hugs and congratulations from them all, except Joey, who looked confused and nervous.

“When did he ask,” Tristan pulled her into a strong brotherly hug.

“Last night.”

“Was he romantic? Getting down on one knee and everything?” Yugi was nearly bouncing in excitement on Yami’s lap.

“I thought he was and yes, he got on his knees.”

Yugi grinned, elbowing his dark in the ribs. “See, both knees Yami.”

Yami eyes glazed over as he responded to Yugi’s comment, making the boy blush fiercely.

“So how come you’re over here instead of holed up with Seto?” Joey kept his eyes lowered as he asked.

Amara sighed. “We...we had an argument.”

Yugi’s grandfather walked through the room, pausing to grab the diaper bag. “I’m going to go wash this little mess monster and play with her until she is ready for her nap.”

“Watch out, her backend is fully loaded and ready to fire,” Yami warned, receiving chuckles from everyone in the room. “Not funny,” he growled.

Amara waited until grandfather and child were upstairs before she began her explanation. “I asked him if he enjoyed himself,” she looked at Joey.

The blond’s eyes went unbelievably wide. “Enjoyed himself?”

“I overheard the two of you this morning.” Joey turned bright red.

“Okay, I’m lost now,” Tristan looked from the blond to the red head and back again, waiting for an explanation.

“I-I...me and Seto...we...um.”

“I over heard them having sex.”

The room got so quiet you could have heard a pin drop and have it echo.

Joey held his hands up defensively. “Look, guys, he asked, and I just...”

“Joey, shut up,” Amara sighed. “I’m not mad.”

The room got quiet again.

“Why does everyone think that is so odd?”

“It’s not every woman who can so easily accept her husband-to-be having sex with someone else,” Yami reasoned.

“It wasn’t just someone else; it was someone he’s been with before. Someone we both know, and care for, and trust. It was guy for pity’s sake, and I knew fully well Seto was bi before we ever slept together,” Amara ran out of steam and laid her head on the back of the sofa. “If it had been some other woman, I’d be beyond pissed, but it was Joey.”

“I think I know what may be Seto’s problem,” Amara turned to the blond expectantly. “I think he felt guilty.”

“But he asked you, right?” Joey nodded. “So why would he feel guilty?”

“I am assuming the two of you were together last night after he proposed,” Yami shifted Yugi over in his lap to better see Amara. “Did he act or say anything out of the ordinary?”

“Well he did ask for me to...” she ran a hand through her hair nervously. “...um, stroke him,” Amara’s face was beet red. “And he...came,” her voice dropped to a low murmur by the time she finished.

“That’s something he and I usually do when together,” Tristan grinned at her. “He really likes it if you massage the...”

Amara clamped her hands over her ears. “T. M. I., Tristan. T. M. I.”

Bakura and Ryou walked in. “What are you telling my little sister, shark head?” the spirit growled.

“Just what I don’t need,” Amara groaned.

“Wasn’t Otogi supposed to be here too?” Ryou asked, in an attempt to change the subject.

“He had to go to his shop to get some things in order for the upcoming convention, and today was the only day every one he had to meet with could get together,” Yugi explained.

“I’m waiting,” Bakura stood, arms crossed, glaring at Tristan.

Yami quickly brought the two white haired teens up to speed on the situation, with Ryou taking a long look at Amara’s ring, and the red head wishing the floor would open up and swallow her whole.

“You want me to go kill him for you, little sister?”

“No. Bakura. I do not want you to go kill Seto.”

“What needs to be done is convince Seto Amara truly doesn’t mind him being with his male lovers,” Ryou stated.

“I’m open to suggons,ons, but I can’t see why he’d feel guilty to begin with. I’ve told him I’m fine with it,” she bolted straight up, staring at them wide eyed. “Unless I’m not good enough in bed,” she said quietly.

“Where the hell did you get that?” Bakura snapped.

“Well, I’m not experienced and he is,” they stared at her blankly. “He’s my first and only lover.”

“But you got Kira,” Yugi pointed to the stairs leading to the upper floor.

Amara sighed. “Kira is the result of my being raped.”

They all had the exact same stunned expression. “I don’t know what to say, Amara,” Tristan looked so sad.

“Nothing to say, handsome. It’s in the past,” she kissed his cheek. “I’m over it, and I refuse to let one incident rule my entire life. Which brings me right back to my original problem.”

“You want some pointers?”

Amara whipped her head around and stared at Joey. “If I thought for one second you were serious...”

“I am,” he grinned at her.

“I am so not having this conversation.”

“Why not Amara,” Yugi cuddled closer to Yami. “Tristan and Joey helped me, when I was unsure about how to get Yami’s attention.”

“You always had my attention, aibou.”

Yugi blushed. “They showed me what to do, and gave me the confidence I needed. They can teach you too.”

“That would be like having sex with my brother.”

“I’m up for that,” Bakura grinned, enjoying seeing the red head squirm.

“You’re always up,” she shot back.

“True.”

Amara groaned, hiding her face in her hands. “He so didn’t say that.”

“That’s the point, Amara. We’re like a family of brothers here. You’re part of the family too, like everyone’s little sister. I’m not suggesting having sex with us,” Tristan shuddered. “Personally, I doubt I could have sex with a girl, just take a few lessons.”

“So you’re suggesting I become what, a voyeur?”

“Yeah.”

“Just kill me now,” Amara groaned.

“What’s the big deal?”

Amara’s comment was cut off by a low moan from across the room. She turned to see Yugi’s erection slid past Yami’s lips.

“I’m out of here, right now,” she started to get up but Tristan pulled her back down.

“Why? There’s nothing vulgar about what they’re doing. It’s two people loving each other, a perfectly natural and normal thing. See it for the beauty it is.”

“I know that, Tristan. I never said it was vulgar,” fascinated, she watched the ecstasy spread across Yugi’s face. “It is a very beautiful sight,” she said softly.

Joey moved closer to Amara’s other side. “Seto is very sensitive right under the head of his penis, but not if you use your fingers. Use your tongue. Then run the tip along his slit and he’ll literally purr.”

“Do that twice then pull away and massage the head of his penis with your thumb while kissing from head to base and back up,” Tristan murmured. “Then start all over again.”

Amara looked from Joey to Tristan then back to the pair on the love seat. She watched as Yami performed the actions described to her. Yugi’s hands were fisted in his dark’s hair, and small pleasured sounds continuously came from his parted lips.

“Don’t move too fast, go slow. That makes the individual sensations blend together into a continual pleasure,” Joey pointed to Bakura and Ryou. The smaller was bare chested and his dark was kissing and caressing every inch of exposed flesh. “That also aps tos to every place on someone’s body.”

“You know, Seto likes to have his lower lip and tongue sucked on,” Tristan pointed out. “Try that.”

Amara looked at the brunet skeptically. “How do you suck on someone’s tongue?”

Tristan cupped her cheek, turning her to face him. “Let me show you,” he leaned in pressing his lips to hers.

He gently sucked on her bottom lip then flicked the tip of his tongue across it, asking for entrance. Amara responded immediately. Tristan coaxed her to meet him, teasing her to pursue as he slowly withdrew from her mouth. Before she knew it, the brunet’s lips wrapped around her tongue. ‘Gods, this is...wow.’

She was flushed when they broke away. Joey didn’t give her time to recover. “My turn,” he grinned, claiming her lips.

Tristan felt a stab of longing as he watched Joey kissing Amara. He wanted to exchange places with her so badly he could taste it.

They broke apart when Yugi cried out, reing ing into Yami’s mouth. The dark spirit hungrily milked his light of every drop before releasing him with a soft pop from his mouth. Giving Amara a wink, he swallowed then gave his panting lover a kiss.

Tristan grinned at the look on her face. “It’s a little salty, but a hell of a turn on.”

Joey turned her head so she could see Bakura and Ryou. “That’s rimming. Seto never wanted to do that, but I think he’d like it coming from you.”

With Amara distracted by the two white haired lovers, Joey slipped a hand around Tristan’s neck and pulled him over for a kiss. He didn’t know why, but he had gotten a twinge of jealousy watching the brunet kiss Amara.

Amara heard Tristan moan tur turned to see him locked in a very passionate kiss with Joey. She grinned, knowing the brunet was in heaven, kissing the object of his heart’s desire. She noticed Joey leaning his upper body as close to Tristan as he could, his hands roaming over the muscles of Tristan’s shoulders and back.

‘Interesting,’ she thought to herself. ‘He’s in love with Tristan too.’

Ryou moaned loudly, catching her attention. Bakura was preparing his lover, oblivious to the others in the room.

“Has Seto let you prepare him?” Joey whispered. Amara shook her head.

“You should sometime,” Tristan toor har hand, inspecting her fingers. “Trim your nails first though. You don’t want to scratch him,” he laid her hand palm down on his. “What do you think, Joey?”

The blond laid his hand over hers. “I think she can hit it.”

“Hit what?”

“Seto’s prostate.” As if on cue, Ryou moaned loudly, arching up. “It feels so good, it’s indescribable.”

Amara’s gaze drifted back to the two lovers on the floor, they had the attention of everyone in the room. ‘He’s being gentler to Ryou tha is is with Kira, and that’s saying something.’ “That is so beautiful. How can anyone view this as being evil and wrong?”

The pair soon reached their climax and lay in each other’s arms, talking through their mind link. Amara glanced at the clock and was surprised to see she had been there for over two hours. She reached for the phone to call Seto when it rang, startling her.

Yugi answered. “Hello. Yes. Okay. You sure? Be there in a few minutes. Bye,” he hung up, looking at Amara expectantly. “That was Seto. He would like for all of us to come to the mansion. He’s sending a car.”

“Before we go Amara, I have an idea that may help convince Seto that you are fine with him continuing to be with us.”

Amara settled back, listening to Yami’s plan as they waited for the car to arrive.

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Andrew walked into Seto’s office to find his young boss staring at the screen saver on his computer. “Master Kaiba? Is something amiss?”

Seto blinked at the man as if seeing him for the first time. “No, Andrew. Is there something you need?”

Andrew had worked as Seto’s butler for many years and had developed a deep fatherly affection for the young CEO, having had no sons of his own. The sadness in the young man’s eyes made his heart ache, especially after seeing how happy Seto had been the past few weeks. “May I speak frankly, sir?”

Seto nodded, motioning for the older man to have a seat on the sofa.

Andrew chose to perch on the edge of Seto’s desk. “What did you do?”

It took a couple of seconds for that to register. “What makes you think I did anything?”

“When a man sits and st at at nothing; it’s woman trouble. And when he sits and stares at nothing for almost two hours, he screwed up, bad.”

The younger man sighed. “Yeah, I screwed up. I yelled at Amara because I was feeling guilty over my own stupidionsions.”

Andrew nodded thoughtfully. “Well, if you’re going to fuck up, do it good,” he glanced at the boy. “And you did. Want some advice from someone who’s been there more times than he cares to count?”

“Right,” Seto scoffed. “You and Tessa have the perfect marriage.”

“And it took every one of our years together to make it that way, and a lot of screw ups along the way. Mostly on my part,” Andrew waited patiently for Seto to answer his question.

“Please,” the young billionaire sighed.

Andrew smiled. “Tessa and Amara don’t need us. They choose to be with us. In fact, it is we nee need them. If they left, we would fall to pieces; they keep us on track.” Once he was certain he had the young man’s undivided attention, Andrew became truly serious. “Those two are special in many ways, but mainly for loving egotistical, controlling, stubborn men like us. They love fiercely and unconditionally. They are understanding and forgiving to a fault. And no matter what we did or do, they love us all the more. All Amara needs is you apology to make everything fine for her again, because you already have her forgiveness without even asking.”

Seto thought about what Andrew had said. “How do I make it up to her?”

“Apologize,” he said sincerely. “And show her how much she means to you, but don’t buy anything. That’s the stupidest thing you could do.”

He suddenly got an idea. “Andrew, send a car over to the game shop, and ask Tessa to prepare the tea room, please,” Seto reached for the phone as his butler rose from the desk. “And Andrew,” he paused. “Thank you.”

He bowed his head. “My pleasure, sir. But before I go, think on this. When it comes to Amara, how much pride do you have?”

“I have no pride when it comes to her. I crawl if need be.”

“I doubt she’ll make you go that far, but you’re getting the idea.”

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When they entered the mansion, Tessa popped up and whisked Kira away, and Andrew ushered the rest upstairs. He held the door to the nursery open, motioning for them to enter. When Amara, Yugi and Ryou had entered, he stopped the others and ordered them to the game room.

A beautiful pale green, silk kimono lay on the bed, complete with obi sash and slippers. “What’s this?” she asked, turning to find only Yugi and Ryou with her.

“It’s a kimono, silly,” Yugi giggled.

“I know that,” she frowned at the diminutive duelist. “But why?”

“Seto has a surprise for you, and you need to thi this on.”

“I am American, Yugi. I have no clue how to do this.”

“That’s where we come in,” he motioned to himself and Ryou.

It took the two boys about fifteen minutes to get the red head properly dressed and her hair combed out. “Now go downstairs and Tessa will show you where to go.”

Amara watched as the two headed for the game room, grinning like idiots. She stared at the stairs then hitched up her skirt and carefully made her way down. As told, she found Tessa waiting at the bottom, grinning as well.

“You in on this conspiracy too Tessa?”

The motherly woman only smiled and led her to a small wooden sliding door off the main dinning room. She opened the door and motioned her inside. Bowing low to enter, Amara noticed the room was void of any decoration save a scroll painting in an alcove and flowers below it, a small hearth, and a kettle. There was also a low setting table with cushions on either side.

“Kneel on the red cushion,” Tessa whispered, sliding the door closed.

Amara took her place and waited, admiring the intricacy of the scroll. Shortly, Seto entered, wearing a silk kimono of ocean blue. He knelt across the table from Amara and bowed. “Thank you for honoring me with your presence.”

“It is my honor to be here,” she said, returning his bow.

The corners of Seto’s mouth twitched as he suppressed his smile. He stood and built a charcoal fire in the hearth, adding a small amount of incense. He left the room, returning with a stoneware jar and a smaller ceramic jar covered by a silk pouch. He placed the larger jar on the table with the smaller jar in front of it. Amara was impressed with Seto’s skill as he didn’t drop or fumble with either container, his movements fluid and graceful.

He left again and was carrying a small porcelain bowl, a linen cloth, a silk cloth, a bamboo scoop, and a bamboo whisk. The bowl, he placed next to the larger jar, arranging the other items within the bowl. He left one final time, bringing back a bamboo ladle, another ceramic bowl, and a bamboo rest for the lid to the kettle.

Amara realized she was being given a tea ceremony as Seto ladled water into the kettle. Her friend, who had taught her Japanese, had once described it to her. She was deeply touched he had gone to all this effort just for her.

After arranging all the items, Seto picked up the silk cloth, folding it carefully then wiped the tea container and the scoop with slow deliberate movements. He ladled hot water from the kettle into the porcelain bowl, swishing the whisk in it before empting it into the ceramic bowl. He wiped the bowl with the linen cloth, carefully setting each aside when finished.

He picked up the scoop and the tea container, and carefully placed three scoops of green tea into the bowl. He added a small nt ont of hot water then mixed the tea into a thin paste with the whisk. He added more water, pouring the remainder in the ladle back into the kettle, and mixed it until it resembled a cream pea soup. He extended the bowl to Amara.

Amara took the bowl from Seto, raising it in her hand and rotating it to admire the decoration. She sipped the tea and wiped the rim then returned it to her host. Seto then emptied the remainder, and rinsed the bowl followed by the whisk. He then cleaned the scoop and tea container, handing them to Amara in turn.

“They are very beautiful,” she smiled. “Thank you, for this lovely ceremony.”

“You deserve it,” he said softly. “I’m sorry.”

“I love you.”

“I don’t deserve it.”

“Don’t go there,” Amara reached out, cupping his cheek. “You do.”

“Come upstairs with me?”

Amara smiled and nodded. Seto led her by the hand out the door hidden behind the alcove holding the scroll, and up the back stairs. Once inside their room, he locked the door and took her in his arms.

“You look beautiful in this,” he trailed a fingertip down the side of her face and neck along the edge of her kimono.

“Do you always have women’s kimonos hanging around your house?”

Seto shook his head. “I bought this for you the first week you were in the mansion,” he leaned in kissing her softly. “I love you. Please forgive me.”

Amara pushed her hands against Seto’s chest, taking a step back. “This is not happening,” she said sternly.

Seto blinked at her, confused. “What?”

“You will not make love to me as an apology, especially when you already have.”

‘Fucked up again,’ Seto sighed deeply. “I want you to know I am sorry for taking my guilt out on you this morning.”

“I know that already. But making love isn’t about being sorry for something; it’s about loving someone,” Amara wrapped her arms around Seto’s waist, holding him close. “Here’s a news flash for you, we’re not perfect, and this is more than likely not the last time you’ll get upset and yell at me for no reason. Forgiveness goes hand in hand with loving someone. I want us to make love for the right reasons only.”

“I want to show you how much you mean to me,” he lightly kissed her hair.

“Better,” Amara leaned into him.

“I love you more than words can say,” Seto pushed aside her long hair and kissed the back of her neck.

Amara moaned softly. “Bingo,” she carefully undid the knot on the sash holding Seto’s kimono closed. “No more guilt,” his kimono fell to the floor.

“No morilt,ilt,” he murmured, working his way through the knot of her obi. “Who tied this for you?”

“Ryou.”

“He did a good job; it’s a shame to untie it,” he kissed the back of her neck as the sash fell away. “I’ll get you a two piece sash so the obi can stay tied, less formal too.”

Amara was too caught up in Seto’s whispered words and gentle touches to realize he had not only completely undressed her, but had placed her in their bed as well.

“How do you always do that without me noticing?”

Seto lay beside her. “I’m talented,” he smirked.

“You’re arrogant and conceited too.”

“You still love me.”

Amara wasn’t sure if it was a question or not. “I do, with all my heart and soul,” she captured his deep azure eyes. “I love you to the point of pain, dragon.” When Seto opened his eyes again, they were sparkling with unshed tears. Amara saw everything he was unable to say at that moment. “I love you,” she pulled him down, kissing him tenderly.

“I never dreamed...”

“Shhh, it’s okay, dragon,” she whispered. “Love me and let me love you.”

Seto moved over her. “My dove,” he murmured, entering her slowly.

Amara gasped as he began to move, meeting each slow passionate thrust with one of her own. Seto mouth roamed over her jaw line and neck as he nipped and licked his way to the small pink mark he had made at the base of her neck. He suckled gently before taking her skin between his teeth.

Her fingers entwined with his, needing the contact to keep herself grounded. The sensations of Seto marking her excited Amara more than she thought possible. “Seto...my dragon...please,” she moaned.

Hearing her moan his name, made the fire within Seto flare. He thrust faster, harder, and deeper into her, making the bed shake. Amara whispered his name continually until it became a never ending moan of pleasure.

Seto wanted to be tender and gentle, but Amara’s passion filled cries always shattered his control and fogged his mind. He pounded into her savagely, wringing more of those sounds he needed to hear from her lips, which in turn pushed him closer to the edge.

She tensed, her hands gripping his tightly as she arched into him, screaming his name. “SETO!”

Seto gave himself up to her body’s demands as she tightened around him. With a final thrust, he spilled his seed into her heat. He eased down beside her, drawing her against him, “Why do you do that to me?”

Amara stirred slightly. “Do what?” she murmured.

“Make me lose control, every time,” he kissed her sweat damp bangs. “I wanted to be gentle.”

“You were,” she shifted and winced slightly.

“M’hmm,” Seto smirked.

“Want to know a secret?” he raised an eyebrow. “I like doing that to you.”

“Are you a masochist?”

Amara laughed. “No, I just like knowing I can turn you on like that.”

“You, and only you,” he gave her a gentle squeeze. “I’ve never had that happen with anyone else.”

“Good,” Amara grinned, lightly trailing her fingers down his side.

“Stop.” He grabbed her wrist. “You want me to do it again?” Her contemplative look made him laugh. “Maybe later tonight, it’s too close to dinner. Tessa gets scary if I’m late.”

Amara grinned. “Tell me about it.”

Seto touched her arm as she started to leave the bed. “Can we talk later?”

“Sure,” Amara brought his hand to her lips. “I think we need to.”

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Seto looked around his dining table, feeling surprisingly content. Here was everyone he cared about in life, enjoying themselves, happy to be in each other’s company, his included. He hoped his adoptive father was looking down on him right at that moment and turning over in his grave. ‘I damn near got you beat, you bastard.’

Mokuba caught his attention when the raven haired boy asked Amara to help him with his homework. “I have to do a comparison report on life in Japan and America, and since you’re from there. I was wondering if you could help me?”

Amara smiled at him. “Sure, when is it due?”

“Monday,” he mumbled, hoping Seto wouldn’t hear. No such luck.

Seto caught his little brother in a stern glare. “Mokuba. It is due tomorrow and you are only just beginning it tonight?”

“Well, things have been really weird all this week, and I couldn’t find anything good on the internet.” The raven haired boy squirmed under his brother’s gaze. He would have much rather been yelled at.

Amara didn’t miss the amusement in Seto’s eyes. “What do you want to know?”

“Anything!” he was all ears.

“Okay, well we don’t take our shoes off when we come in our house but some people do when they go into other people’s houses, and we don’t change shoes in school. And slippers just for the bathroom is a bit odd.” Amara chewed her bottom lip as she thought. “The bathroom is one room in most houses. Not a room for the toilet then a separate room for bathing. And the bath is not for a relaxing soak; you soap up in it and let the water out when done. Each family member draws new water. Instead of bowing, we shake hands, but I guess you know that already. Personal space is much larger, crowded elevators and subways make a lot of people uncomfortable.”

Seto listened as Amara explained the differences in their respective cultures and understood her quietness and hesitation when she first arrived. “You must have been shocked when you first arrived.”

“It was different,” she admitted. “I still get nervous at times.”

Seto smiled at her. “Good thing you’re name is Kaiba. No tends to question me or Mokuba when we do what ever we want, no matter how eccentric or ill mannered.”

Amara started to chuckle then felt a sharp pain in her neck. “Dang, Bakura! That hurt,” she snapped at the thief sitting next to her.

Bakura wiped his hand on a napkin. “Kaiba, if you don’t pick at it, it won’t scar.”

“What are you talking about?” Amara rubbed the spot on her neck. Seto raised an eyebrow at the thief.

“His mark on your neck,” he pointed to the small swelling of blood. “If he doesn’t pick at it, it won’t scar.”

“His mark?”

Bakura rolled his eyes. “Yes, little sister, his mark. To show every other male you belong to him.”

“That is the most barbaric thing I have ever heard.”

Bakura reached over, pulling down the collar of Ryou’s shirt. The white haired hikari had a small scar above his collarbone at the base of his neck. Yami likewise pulled down Yugi’s shirt, showing a small scar on his light’s neck as well.

Amara stared at them then jumped when Seto nipped her neck over the small wound. “Vampires.”

“Look who’s talking,” Joey said. “I saw what you did to Seto.”

“Huh?”

Smirking, the blond pointed to his neck, both sides of his chest then stood and pointed to the insides of both thighs. Amara hide her blush behind her hand.

“Good thing I was on my back,” Seto smirked.

“Yeah, he’s got them on his butt too,” Mokuba laughed.

“WHAT! How do you know?” Amara’s face was burning with embarrassment.

“We were in the bath together yesterday, remember?” Amara buried her face in her hands.

“I’d love to see those,” Joey couldn’t keep from laughing.

Seto smirked at Amara and stood up.

“NO!”

He grinned and loosened his belt, turning around he lowered the waistband of his pants showing three red marks in a row low on his hips.

“Those aren’t the ones I was talking about,” Mokuba grinned.

“Where are they?” Tristan couldn’t resist egging him on to further embarrass the red head.

Seto tapped each butt cheek with an index finger before refastening his pants.

“Way to go Amara!” Otogi cheered.

“Shoot me now, please. Shoot me now,” Amara mumbled into her hands.

“No way, you embarrass way too easy,” Yugi finally found his voice after all the laughing.

“Master Kaiba, I hate to interrupt your meal, but there is a courier at the door who requires your signature to deliver his letter.”

Seto nodded and followed Andrew to the door. He returned, reading the letter, a very dark expression on his face. Amara looked at him questioningly when he handed it to her.

As she read, she began to shake and the color drained from her face. She looked up at Seto, fear evident in her eyes. “Can they do this?”

TBC

Reviews are greatly appreciated.

To Lady Elfskye: Oh yes, she is terrified of frogs, and the frog topic shall return, Mokuba did do it, yes. The drink was left up in the air for everyone to put their own ideas in the story, but my practical joking buddies have used salt, motor oil, pee, and pickle juice. If you thought reading it was funny, should have seen me writing it. I had flashbacks to both kids. Peggy is behind it but as for the other question, my dear, you must wait. I’m so glad you liked it, hope you like this one too.