Heated Desires

*** BONUS SCENE *** Beware of (butt)crack

“So, Yami…” Yugi began, sitting up to look at the resting spirit’s face. “Why am I a pageboy again?”

The spirit’s eyes opened to blink owlishly in confusion at the ceiling. “Pageboy?” He wracked his brain, coming up with nothing that would explain his aibou’s query.

“You said I was more like a virginal pageboy….” Yugi mumbled, his face reddening; his brow furrowing in annoyance.

“Oh.” He said, and a smile began to creep amusedly upon his lips. “That.”

“Yes, that.”

“Well, you know… You remind me of how you’re like... my apprentice.” The spirit was pleased with himself for coming up with that answer.

Yugi glared at him, untrusting. “Really?”

Yami smirked, “And.. maybe also because I love the idea of having you serve me. Having you at my beck and call..” He purred, thinking about all the ways his aibou could serve him.

Yami rolled over then, intent on claiming his aibou’s lips, but was suddenly halted by a pillow to the face with a resounding ‘fwap!’

The pillow fell. The spirit blinked, bewildered.

Yugi had rolled over, wrapping the sheets around him, avoiding acknowledging the pharaoh.

“See if this page boy ever lets you sheath your sword again,” He said then, huffing from his pillow.

Yami tilted his head, it taking a moment for the gears to snap into place and a blush stained his cheeks, eyes widening as he realized what his lover had said.

“But!” He said, just totally aghast. But he had only just gotten to that base! He’d waited weeks for that!

“Nope.” Said the body lying next to him.

“Yugi…”

“No.”

“Aibou….”

“Nuh-uh.”

“My other self…”

“Try all you want, you’re still a butt.”

The spirit recoiled. He was a what?

Yami leaned over the seemingly asleep teenager. “I’m a what?”

“You’re a butt.” He reiterated, eyes closed, still curled around the sheet.

The spirit looked down, gauging where which body part lay where beneath the sheets. He grasped something, eliciting a surprised ‘eek’ out of his lover.

“This is a butt.” He stated.

Yugi slapped the hand away. “Regardless, you’re still a butt.” He was unrelenting in his boyish immaturity. He knew it, yet Yugi had no qualms with it.

Yami threw himself back onto the mattress, sighing in defeat.