The Clothes Make The Spirit
Sand, Surf, Sun…Sex
“So who’re you going after next, hikari?” Yami asked laconically as he lounged back on the small sand dune. He and Yugi had taken the afternoon off to come down to the beach, and the former-Pharaoh was enjoying some sunbathing.
“Hmm?” Yugi replied, patting sand into place with damp hands. His sand pyramid was finished, and now he was working on a sand castle.
“Well, Joey went after Téa and Mai, who got Tristan, who went after Mokuba, who went after Rex Raptor, who went after Bandit Keith,” Yami ticked off on his fingers. “You got Pegasus, who got Noah again, then you went after Rebecca, who still hasn’t gotten anybody.”
Yugi nodded and tried not to shudder at the thought of the little blonde bitch.
“Keith went Marik and Malik, who went after Espa, who went after the Paradox brothers,” Yami continued. “They went after Rishid, who, with Marik and Malik’s help, went after Joey.”
Yugi nodded and mulled that over. “I think I’ll go after Seto. He hasn’t been hit in a while,” he finally decided, adding a trio of shells to a tower of watered sand.
“Still mad about the short joke?” Yami asked knowingly.
“True,” Yami allowed.
Cocking one raven brow, Yami gave his lover an inquiring look.
Yugi’s smile widened. “What I lack in height, I make up for in…length.” He wiggled his brows suggestively.
Extremely thankful that his hardening crotch was covered by a magazine, Yami cleared his throat. “That you do, Yugi, that you do,” he agreed in a shaky voice.
Yugi giggled.