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 read at your own risk.

CHAPTER WARNING**THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A SETO/AMARA 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]]
*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 18

Amara stood in front of the kitchen window, stirring a pot of spaghetti sauce. She had went shopping for Yugi’s family and brought Gramps home from the hospital that morning then spent the afternoon cooking a week’s worth of meals for the three men. It was a good thing the foods she cooked didn’t take a lot of effort, her mind was nowhere near the stove.

Something was up with Seto. He came home late last night from his Kaiba Corp office, skipped dinner, and stayed in his downstairs office all night. Kira woke up with a stuffy nose, coughing around two in the morning. When Amara got up to go see to her, she noticed Seto’s side of the bed was empty. After getting her daughter back to sleep, she went downstairs to see if he had fallen asleep in his office.

She could hear the furious click of computer keys through the closed door. She thought about knocking and asking why he was still working so late at night, but instead gave in to her insecurities and went back upstairs.

This morning hadn’t been any better. He didn’t say three words to her at breakfast then left without so much as a goodbye. By now her imagination had come up with all kinds of scenarios, none of them pleasant.

She glanced at the clock; Yugi would be home soon. She turned the heat off on the sauce and pushed it back to a cold burner; they could have it for dinner tonight.

Kira was playing in her playpen, set up in the doorway between the kitchen and living room. She began to squeal, alerting her mom to someone else in the house. Yugi popped into view. “Mommy put you in jail today?” he asked picking the little girl up.

“Considering I was cooking all day for you three, yes,” Amara gave him a warm hug. “How was school?”

“Better. Where’s Grandpa?”

“He’s sleeping,” Amara motioned Yugi to the table, setting out a plate of muffins and a pitcher of milk. “The doctor sent home a list of instructions for his medications, diet restrictions, and warning signs to watch for. They’re on the coffee table. I read through them; you and Yami should too.”

Yugi nodded, helping himself to a muffin.

Amara looked around. “Speaking of Yami, where is he?”

“He’s in the shop, giving the four people down there the ‘pharaoh’s glare of death’,” Yugi rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

“Oh, tell him not to hurt them too bad. The guy who looks like a Seto wannabe and the guy who looks like his polar opposite are my guards. The other two are the people Seto sent over from Kaiba Land to work the shop while you’re at school.”

Yugi’s eyes glazed over as he told the former pharaoh they weren’t high classed thieves, waiting to steal them blind. He laughed when he came back into focus. “Yami’s on his way up. I told him these blueberry muffins you made are great. Who would have thought the great Egyptian pharaoh is a blueberry junkie.”

“Thank you. I think,” she set out another plate and glass. “Now, I have cooked up a week’s worth of meals, and put another week’s worth in the freezer. There is spaghetti sauce on the stove for tonight. This way, cooking will be one less thing for you to have to worry about while trying to get adjusted to all the other changes with Grandpa.”

Yugi started to say something but Yami cut him off as he came into the room. “Aibou, you know as well as I do there are going to be a great deal of changes with your grandfather’s illness. Until you and I adjust to them, we will need some assistance.”

Yugi sighed. “You’re right, Yami. Thank you for your help, Amara.”

She smiled at the pair. “I’ve been through this twice before, Yugi. And I don’t mind helping. Kira loved having Grandpa’s undivided attention all day today,” she handed two lists to the young duelist. “This is all the emergency numbers I could think of for everyone you know. It’s more for Yami than you though.”

Yami just waved his hand at her, unconcerned. He didn’t use the phone and was proud quite of that. He was still convinced it trapped one’s voice inside regardless of what Yugi said.

She tapped the other paper. “And this is Grandpa’s medication schedule, and his next appointment date,” she gathered up Kira and her two bags. “I’ll leave the playpen here, and whenever you want, tell Kim and Chris they can leave. They’ll be here in the morning at six and stay til you tell them to go. They’re under Kaiba employment threats to do otherwise,” she let out an exasperated sigh, shaking her head.

She gave both teens a hug, promising to call and check on Gramps several times the following day.

On the ride home, Amara had a vision. It was a huge room, lavishly decorated in brightly colored cloth and exquisite art works of gold and silver. There were plump cushions of rich fabrics and low standing tables placed around the room, with a fountain in one corner. A large bed dominated the room, with tall posts at each corner, supporting drawn curtains. Several pieces of cloth that looked like clothing lay scattered on the floor. The curtains pulled apart, revealing two bodies twisting and writhing around one another.

One person leaned up, revealing himself to be a man. The other, rising up to meet him was also a man. Both turned their heads towards her; she was surprised to see Yami and Yugi. They slowly began to merge into one person then separate again.

Amara was so entranced by what she was seeing; she jumped when Ray knocked on her window, announcing they had arrived back at the mansion.

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Amara walked into the living room to find Mokuba and Joey playing a video game. She watched for a few seconds before making her presence known. She stuck a finger in Kira’s mouth, getting it slobbery wet then stuck said drippy finger in Joey’s left ear.

“GAHHH!!” He jerked away rubbing the side of his head on his shoulder. “You could have just said ‘hi’ you know.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” she chuckled. “Homework done?”

Mokuba nodded. “Yep and Seto checked it for me.”

“He’s home?” she asked surprised.

“Yeah, he’s in the control room.”

“Would you guys watch her for me for a bit? I need to talk to him.” Both boys put the video game aside in favor of the giggling baby rolling across the living room floor.

Amara stood outside the control room door, feeling as if she were about throw up any second from the butterflies in her stomach. She knocked sharply, entering at a muffled, “Come in.”

Seto was typing away at what could only be line after line of computer code. He glanced up at her when she came in then turned back to the screen, his fingers never ceasing their rapid motion.

“Do you have a minute or two?” Seto stopped typing and turned his chair to her, staring at his fingers laced together in front of his face. She suppressed a shudder when she saw the stern look on the brunet’s face and the hardness in his azure eyes. “I was wondering, do you know of a device for people with medical conditions, that if they need help, they can push a button on it and it sends a signal to the hospital or an emergency center?”

“I know of no such device,” his voice was as hard and cold as his eyes.

Amara looked away, staring at a fixed point on the control panel. “Could you build one?”

“Why?”

Something inside of Amara felt as if it were breaking into a million pieces. “For Grandpa, in case he’s alone and has an attack, he can get the help he needs. If I hadn’t went to the game shop on Monday there’s no telling what Yugi may have come home to.”

“I can have a prototype made in three weeks at the most,” he turned back to the keyboard and resumed typing. “Is there anything else?”

“No,” Amara walked to the door. “Thank you,” she softly closed the door behind her.

Seto turned on the security cameras for the hallway leading from the control room. He noticed the look on Amara’s face matched the way he was feeling inside, confused.

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Yami set the last dish in the dishwasher, added the soap powder, closed the door, pushed the red button, and... nothing happened. He frowned, pushing the red button again. Still nothing. He picked up the piece of paper Yugi had written the instructions for using the dishwasher down on.

“Rinse dishes and load. Check. Add soap powder. Check. Close and lock door,” he shifted the lever to the right. “Check. Push red button,” he did, and the dishwasher came on. “Just like magic.”

Yugi stood in the doorway, smiling at his dark. Yami was trying very hard to master the modern contraptions of the kitchen, especially since Grandpa had fallen ill. He opened his end of the mind link as Yami attached the instructions to the door of the dishwasher with a magnet.

“I’m proud of you, Yami,” Yugi pulled him into a hug.

The spirit smirked. “It is nothing more than a different kind of game. I just needed to know the rules to win.”

“I’ll have to thank Amara for the suggestion, next time we see her.”

“She has been very helpful,” Yami turned out the light and followed Yugi into the living room. “Movie?”

Yugi shook his head. “Can we just go to bed?”

“Of course.”

Yami noticed a new white and blue something sitting on Yugi’s bedside table. “What is this, aibou?” he asked, picking it up.

“It a baby monitor,” he tossed his shirt in the hamper. “The other piece is in Grandpa’s room. Amara suggested we use it so if Grandpa needs help during the night and he can’t call loud enough for us to hear, it’ll come through over this.”

Yami set it back down. “Amazing, the things you have in this era. Can he hear us?”

“No. If nothing else, it’ll help me sleep easier the first few weeks,” Yugi pulled a pair of pajamas from his dresser. “Do you mind?”

“No little one, I do not,” he took Yugi’s face in his hands. “If it will ease your worries and fears, I do not mind at all.”

Yugi leaned against him. “Thank you,” he whispered.

Yami kissed his temple, nuzzling his hair. “Get ready for bed, aibou.”

Yugi snuggled into the warm blankets, laying his head on Yami’s chest. He stared at the steady green light on the monitor. “I am beginning to understand how hard it was for you and Seto.”

“What do you mean, my love?” Yami comfortingly stroked Yugi’s hair.

“You and he had to grow up practically over night, and take on responsibilities that would have been difficult for most adults. Now I am too, and I’m scared I can’t do it.”

Yami sighed. “Yes we did, aibou. But you have something we didn’t. You have friends more than willing to help you. We had only ourselves to rely on.”

Yugi began to draw small circles over Yami’s chest. “I don’t have the strength the two of you do.”

Yami gentle lifted Yugi’s chin to look at him. “It was not strength, Yugi. It was a lack of choice. We had others depending on us and there was no one else to accept the responsibility. There was no one to guide us, no one for us to confide in. We had to discover our own strength alone, and in some cases make ourselves strong. You have your own unique strength. It is different from ours but equally as powerful, if not more so.”

“But will it be enough?”

“If it is not, you have many friends to lend you theirs for as long as needed.”

“They’re more than friends, Yami. They’re family,” Yugi settled against his lover, feeling sleep tugging at him. “Will you hold me.”

Yami gently wrapped his arms around the small body. “For as long as you want, my love.”

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Amara was sitting on the bed, reading, when she head the bathroom door open. She was completely unaware Seto had been taking a shower; she was so absorbed in her book. Page ten was very interesting; she had been reading it for the past twenty minutes.

Without a word, he walked around the end of the bed to his desk. The room filled with rapid clicks as he typed.

She decided enough was enough. “What did I do to make you angry?”

Seto paused briefly. “I’m not angry,” the clicking resumed.

Amara set her book on the bedside table. “You could have fooled me. You haven’t said more than a dozen words to me all day. Last night you didn’t come to bed; you stayed up typing all night,” she moved to stand beside his desk. “And now, you won’t even look at me,” she whispered.

Seto stood up so fast the desk chair shot across the room, slamming into the far wall. He grabbed Amara’s face, kissing her hard, forcing his way past her lips and ravaging her mouth.

“Is that the actions of an angry man to you?” he growled and kissed her again. “I avoided you because I didn’t trust myself to be around you.”

“Why?” she asked breathlessly.

He released her head to grasp her hips, pressing her against him. “This is why,” he ground his erection into her. “You did this to me over the damn phone. Do you have any idea how hard I was during school, wanting you and not being able to have you? I thought I would go insane. Then I had to sit through hours of damn meetings, still hard as hell.”

Amara whimpered as he ground against her again.

“You do this to me every time I see you smile, when you walk out the closet, pulling on your shirt, when you brush your hair. Why do you think I leave when you shower? Seeing you in a towel with your hair wet. It nearly kills me not to throw you on the bed and take you right then,” he held her tightly, kissing the top of her head. “But I can’t,” he murmured. “You’ve been hurt, and I don’t want to scare you. So I avoided you...and I’m sorry.”

Amara was floored to say the least. “You’re not mad at me; you’re...horny?”

Seto quirked an eyebrow at her. “Crudely put, but true.”

Gentle hands opened his robe and pushed it from his shoulders. “Then let me help you with that,” soft lips danced across his jaw as he was pulled towards the bed. Amara sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back, pulling Seto down with her.

“Amara, I...”

“Shh, I caused the situation, I’ll help fix it,” she lightly trailed her fingers down his chest. “Or do you not want me anymore?”

With a snarl, Seto crashed his mouth to hers. He trailed kisses from mouth to ear and back, grazing the soft skin with his teeth.

Amara moaned into the kiss, and was panting softly as he began working down her neck. She pushed upward slightly on the bed, accidentally brushing against Seto’s rock hard arousal. She cried out when he bit down, hard at the base of her neck.

The coppery taste in his mouth never registered in Seto’s lust fogged mind. He only heard Amara’s cry which turned him on even more. He wanted to hear that sound again. He nipped at the spot again and smirked, hearing a much softer cry.

He nibbled his way back up to Amara’s ear. “Overdressed,” he whispered, suckling at the tender lobe.

The next thing Amara heard was a ripping sound and two snaps, before the fabric of her night gown fell away. Seto’s hands were everywhere on her body, caressing, stroking, gently pinching, driving her insane.

“I-I didn’t... think you-you’d...ahh... want to t-tease tonight.”

“I don’t plan on teasing you. I plan to devour you,” Seto answered and leaned down to capture her lips. His fingers ghosted over the mounds of her breasts, stopping to lightly roll the twin dusky nubs.

Amara groaned, arching up into Seto’s heated touch. She uncurled her fingers from the blankets beneath her to slowly run them through soft cinnamon locks.

“No!” Seto grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head. The lust in his eyes needed no further explanation. He kissed her forehead and each eye in turn before moving down her face and neck, and over her collarbone to take a hardened bud into his mouth.

Amara bit her lip to keep from screaming. “Stop!” She released the bruised flesh with a gasp. “You will NOT hold back from me,” Seto gently kissed the teeth marks showing on her lip. “I want to hear you, dove. Every beautiful sound you make.”

“Gods, dragon. Are you that desperate?”

Seto began to leisurely kiss down her chest between her breasts, shifting his head from side to side to brush his hair against her nipples. “I enjoy my leisure activities to their fullest,” he shifted slightly to dip his tongue into her navel then gently blew across the dampness.

Amara dug her nails into her palms, moaning open mouthed to keep from biting her lip. “Since when is torture a leisure activity?”

“Want me to stop?”

That warm tongue twirled around her navel. “Gods, no. Don’t stop.”

Seto snorted. “I wasn’t planning on it,” he gently parted her thighs and settled himself between them. His mouth left a fiery trail up the smooth skin of her inner thigh as he made his way up to his ultimate goal.

Amara screamed when Seto placed a hand over her womanhood, pressing lightly. She arched up to bring more pressure to her aching body, protesting loudly when he pulled away. He parted her velvet folds, flicking his tongue inside, tasting her sweetness.

Instinctively, her thighs tightened around his head. Seto didn’t seem to mind or even notice as he slowly fucked her with his tongue.

“Damn, dragon!”

“Something wrong?” he suckled at her thigh, leaving a mark.

“Don’t...”

“Don’t what, dove?” he suckled at the opposite leg.

“Damn you!” she cried in frustration, tears streaming down her face.

He slipped the head of his shaft inside her heat and quickly withdrew. “Now you know how I have felt for the past two days.”

Amara writhed and moaned as he continued his divine torment for what seemed like an eternity. He would bring her close to release then pull away, leaving only his fingertips lightly touching her hips.

Seto watched Amara writhe beneath him. Eyes half lidded, breathing heavily, and moaning, she was loud and slutty. It was the most amazing sight he had ever seen. She had been polite and dignified at his office, joking and caring with their friends, tender and loving with her daughter, and now was as wanton as a whore in his bed. What more could a man ask for.

“Don’t pass out on me, dove,” he whispered in her ear. “I am far from done.”

Pressing the head of his length against her opening without penetrating, Seto slowly stroked down the sides of her body. He lightly grazed his thumbnails against her tender nipples each time, wringing more cries for the tiring red head.

:Please, Set...please..”

He leaned in and kissed her hard. He slipped a fingertip between the folds of her sex and gently pressed into the hidden nub at the top.

Amara screamed. “Now, pleasepleaseplease... now.”

“Say my name,” he breathed in her ear.

“Seto.”

“Ask nicely,” he suckled his mark on her neck.

“Please, Seto.”

“Please what?”

“Please, Seto. Make love to me,” it came out of as a half sob.

“Since you asked so nicely,” Seto slowly entered her. He kept a firm grip on her hips, preventing her from lifting to meet his thrusts, further adding to her near terminal frustration.

Seto’s hands felt like small wildfires burning into Amara’s skin. She desperately needed the contact denied her. She struggled weakly against his hands, begging and pleading. Suddenly the restriction on her hips vanished and with a relieved cry, she bucked up into Seto’s thrust.

He took her hands in his, lacing their fingers together, and bent to suckle her breasts again as he increased his speed.

Amara was drowning in pleasure. She didn’t know what she was saying, but it seemed so important to keep repeating that one word she moaned. She was losing the rhythm of their movements as her exhausted body couldn’t keep up with Seto’s demanding pace.

Amara’s cries of pleasure urged the brunet faster. The bed shook so hard with his thrusts, he was certain the bolts would come loose. Amara’s nails dug furrows into his arms as she tensed and came with a scream.

Seto felt the hot rush of fluid as Amara’s body tightened around him. He threw his head back and growled from deep within his chest as he spilled his seed within his lover. He pitched forward as his the world went black.

Seto woke slowly to a gentle hand lovingly stroking his jaw and chin. “Are you okay?” Amara asked quietly, pressing a kiss to his face.

“Yeah,” with a reluctant groan, he rolled to the side and pulled Amara onto his chest.

She snuggled against him, inhaling deeply. “You smell so good.”

Seto chuckled. “What do I smell like?”

“Very masculine, like the outdoors and cologne...and sweaty sex.”

Their lips blended together in a sensual caress. “See that’s what you do to me without even trying.”

“Imagine if I tried.”

Seto groaned. “Let’s not, I think I’m drained.”

Amara chuckled. “You’re a young stud of a dragon. I doubt you’re dried up yet.”

“Gods, have you no mercy?”

She kissed him tenderly. “I love you, Seto Kaiba.”

“I love you...Amara Kaiba”

“I like the sound of that,” with a soft sigh, she let sleep claim her.

An hour later Seto was still awake, gently stroking Amara’s long hair. “So do I, dove. So do I.”

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Amara woke up to the light fragrance of roses. When she opened her eyes, she knew why. The bedroom was filled with at least twenty-five bouquets of roses in all colors, shapes, and sizes. She sat up, wincing slightly at the soreness in her hips. She saw a small card lying on Seto’s pillow.

“This is part of what you get for making wild passionate love all night to the CEO of Kaiba Corp,” she read.

She jumped, slightly as rose petals began to fall around her. Seto moved into view, holding a single dark red rose. He slowly trailed it down the side of her face. “Along with my eternal love,” he murmured and kissed her.

“Ummm, good morning,” she gestured to the flower strewn room. “Is there any more?”

“This,” he set a tray over her lap. “Breakfast.”

Amara smiled then went completely wide eyed. “Kira.”

“Is with Tessa,” Seto held up a piece of omelet for her. “Dressed and ready to go to the doctor.”

She nodded, taking the offered bite. “This seems familiar,” she tilted her head a bit. “Why aren’t you in school?”

“I’m taking the day off to go with you to Kira’s doctor’s appointment.”

She smiled at him, pulling her hair to one side, away from the food. “Thanks.”

Set’s expression became serious. He left the bed, going to the bathroom. He returned with a warm wet cloth and gently smoothed it over her neck. “I bit you.”

Amara rummaged in her bedside table for a hand mirror. “It’s not so bad, but dang at that hickey.” Seto wasn’t buying it. “What’s wrong?”

“I bit you,” he said harshly.

She lifted him face to look at her. “Did you mean to?” He didn’t answer. “Did you do it out of anger?” She waited, but he remained silent. “No you didn’t on both counts. You were making love to me and went out of control for a second.”

“Amara...”

“No,” she interrupted. “I will not let you feel guilty over something I don’t even feel. Anyway, isn’t it traditional to mark your lover?”

Seto smiled, looking at her from under his bangs. He didn’t even see her move until he was flat on his back staring up at her. “What are you doing?”

She grinned. “Marking you.”

He instinctively turned his head exposing his neck to her. “You already marked me.”

Amara looked up at him. “Yeah, but if anyone sees it, you’ll have some serious explaining to do.”

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Dr. Ersoy lifted a naked and very squirmy Kira off the scales, handing her to her mother. “I am very impressed with her progress,” he began to make notes in the medical chart. “She has gained weight, has good growth, and her motor skills are greatly improved.”

“She’s started to push up on her hands and toes,” Amara grinned, her joy at her daughter’s health showing through.

“She will be crawling soon,” the doctor made some more notes. “How is her appetite?”

“Very good,” Seto remarked. “She eats almost an entire jar of baby food every meal.” Amara held up her fingers to indicate it was a very small jar.

“How is yours, Amara?”

“Hers has improved too,” a small smile flickered across Seto’s lips.

“I can tell you look healthy now, not half starved like at your last visit.”

The doctor smiled at the two teens as they dressed Kira, tickling and playing with her. So many times he has had to deal with parents who could care less about their children. He nearly laughed out loud to see the corporate CEO dangle a toy in front of the baby and say, “What’s that?” in a breathless gasp. The sparkle in his azure eyes was rivaled only by the squeal of joy from the child.

He wrote down some more observations. “How much stimulation does she get on a daily basis?”

Amara chuckled. “About fifteen people are all over her all the time; playing with her, talking to her, caring for her. It’s a wonder she isn’t over stimulated.”

“Good, the more people she’s around the better for her development. If she has had too much, she’ll let you know,” he regarded the pair seriously. “I want to send her to an infant vision and hearing specialist. They will be better able to evaluate her than I can, since it is their field of expertise.” Amara nodded numbly. “I will put in a consultation to them and then they will call you to set up the appointment dates.”

Seto stood and bowed to the doctor, surprising him and Amara. “Thank you,” when the doctor left, he pulled Amara against him. “She’ll be okay,” he murmured, kissing her temple. “I’ll get the best doctors on the planet if need be.”

“Money may not be able to fix it, if something is wrong,” she said softly.

“I can damn sure try.”

On the ride home, Seto noticed Amara’s hands twisting nervously in her lap. The young mother stared out the window, a fearful look on her face.

“Amara, that device you were talking about will have a large consumer demand once perfected.”

“Really?” When she turned to him, her eyes were slightly red as if from holding back tears.

He nodded. “Yes, many people need two incomes and can’t afford to have someone stay home all day with an elderly person. It will relieve a lot of worry for everyone. I have my development and research teams working on it. Hopefully in a few months I can have it ready to market.”

“What about Grandpa? He needs one now.”

Seto moved beside her, holding her close. “I’m building his myself. It will be a little different than the mass production models since it’s needed now. But it will work just as well.”

Amara pressed close to him. “If not better.”

He smiled and kissed her softly. “I thought only Mokuba had that kind of faith in me.”

She shook her head. “I do too.”

Seto gazed into her eyes. “How do you always know how to make everyone around you feel better?”

Amara shrugged. “I don’t know. I just do what seems right at the time.”

“What will make you feel better?”

Amara was quiet. “Are you willing to take on me and Kira if she has a lot of medical problems?”

That was not exactly the answer he was looking for. “Yes, why?”

“Not many would. I guess I’m just worried.”

Seto pushed Amara up and gently took her face in his hands. “Amara, would you mind,” he took a deep breath. “If I referred to myself as Kira’s father?”

A smile slowly spread across her face. “I was kind of hoping you’d want the job,” tears sparkled in her eyes.

“I do,” he wiped a tear from her cheek. “Very much so,” he leaned close. “I love you,” he murmured kissing her deeply.

They broke apart when a stuffed teddy bear hit them both on the head. Seto picked it up and handed it back to the giggling baby. “No throwing toys when Daddy is kissing Mommy.”

“I like the way that sounds.”

“So do I,” Seto whispered, kissing Amara again.

This time Kira hugged her teddy, chewing on it’s muzzle.

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“Here’s you another box, Tristan. I want to see some muscles ripple,” Amara gave the brunet a saucy wink. “And wiggle some rear for me too.”

“Does Seto know you hit on other guys?” He grinned at her, giving his butt an exaggerated wiggle.

“Who do you think puts her up to it?” Seto smirked, smacking Tristan’s butt.

“You’re both bad.”

“That’s what makes us soooo good, handsome,” Amara retorted.

Amara sat down beside Seto at the back of the truck. “Thanks for helping,” she kissed his cheek.

He shrugged. “I got all the urgent stuff out of the way, and I’ll have to go in early tomorrow morning, but I’m enjoying myself.”

“I’m glad,” she brushed her lips over his teasingly.

“Kaiba, slip her the tongue and I’ll cut it off!”

They both turned to glare at the white haired thief. “For your information, brother, I was slipping him the tongue.”

“Get a room,” he grumbled.

“Get laid,” she sneered.

“I plan on it, thank you very much,” he lightly pinched Ryou backside, making the boy squeak and jump.

“There’s only five left, so let’s get them in and we can get this done and eat,” Amara pushed the remaining boxes to the men, taking the smallest two herself.

In the game shop, Yugi and Otogi were standing in a corner. The raven haired dice master was pointing to various points around the room then pointing to certain merchandise. Gramps was behind the counter, holding Kira, who was banging an empty booster trading card pack box against the glass. Everyone else was busy opening boxes and stocking the shelves.

“Hey Gramps, I can’t find the Dark Magician action figures,” Joey called from the store room.

Seto took Kira from him as the elderly man stood to go help the blond. “How’s daddy’s little girl?” he asked, rubbing his nose along her cheek. The room went silent. “What?” he asked.

Everyone mumbled, “Nothing,” and found something to attend to.

“You enjoy doing that,” Amara grinned at him.

“Doing what?” Amara just smiled, wrapping her arm around his back.

“We are done.” Gramps announced. “What shall we have for dinner?”

“Pizza!” Joey shouted.

“Chinese!” Tristan shouted louder.

They were soon in a typical Joey - Tristan food shouting match.

“Let’s do both,” Yugi suggested.

“That’ll be a bit pricy, aibou.”

“It’s okay. Seto’s buying,” Mokuba grinned. “Right big brother?”

Seto nodded, smiling around Kira’s hand playing with his teeth.

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The living room over the game shop was ringing with laughter. There was a spirit of celebration among the teens as they devoured the food. Yami and Bakura were having a noodle slurping contest, much to the embarrassment of their lights. Not ones to be left out of a good competition, Tristan and Joey soon joined in. Seto sat on the sofa discussing the display changes Otogi had suggested to Yugi with him. The CEO was very impressed, and knew the small changes would bring in more customers and more profit to the little shop.

The room fell silent when Gramps came downstairs, carrying a small velvet bag. He sat down beside Amara, handing it to her. She opened the bag and gasped at the priceless brooch that fell out into her hand. She stared at the old man, her mouth hanging open.

“Don’t protest,” he said, placing the brooch back in the bag. “I won this in a duel on my last trip to Egypt before my wife died. She only wore it twice. All the special pieces from our married life will go to Yugi, but a woman should have this one.”

“Thank you, Grandpa. I’ll treasure it always and make sure it always goes to someone who’ll treasure it as well,’ she hugged him, blinking rapidly at the tears forming in her eyes.”

Gramps patted her knee. “It’s time for me to put these old bones to bed,” he stood and turned to his grandson. “Yugi, next week I will teach you how to do the inventory then next, you’ll learn how to do the books. You need to start learning everything if you want to keep the shop.”

After he had left the room, Amara picked up a sleeping Kira. “I hate to ruin the party, but somebody needs her bed.”

Mokuba yawned, popping his jaw. “Me too.”

“I think me and Joey will be bunking here for the night. If it’s okay with you, Yugi.”

“Sure, Tristan. We can all go over to Seto’s together then.”

Bakura stood up. “Can we get a ride for you?”

“Sure,” Amara tossed him the diaper bag. “But you got to work for it.”

“Yami, I am perfectly able to walk home in the dark,” Ryou politely protested.

“It has nothing to do with you, hikari. And everything to do with me,” Bakura yanked him against his chest. “The sooner I get you home, the sooner I get to fuck you.”

“That’s my cue,” Otogi headed for the door.

“I think it’s everybody’s cue,” Amara followed him out after hugging everyone bye.

“Otogi, do you need a ride?” Seto called to the dice master.

“No, it’s not far. Thanks though.”

“Get in the car, Otogi. You can spend the night at the mansion.”

“It’s no big deal Seto, really.”

Amara gave Ryou Kira to strap her in her car seat. “Come on, get in,” she pushed the protesting man towards the limo. “He won’t take no for an answer. It’s a genetic defect or something. So, stop being stubborn.”

Otogi sat in the limo, staring at the four other teens. “I need a more normal class of friends.”

Amara looked at him, “You have a tomb robber spirit, a British immigrant, the richest teen in the world, his genius brother, and an inter-dimensional jumping girl and her kid. How much more normal do you want?”

TBC

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