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Disclaimer: I don�t own Yugi-oh or any of its characters. I do own my own dirty thoughts and my �plot�if you can call it that.
A/N: Hello it�s me again. I�m so sorry that I didn�t update in like a month. College has been a real bitch. I hope that I�ll be able to make it up to you over X-mas break. My muse says she�ll be on call for a whole month, not to mention finals will be over. Well enough of my useless talk.

I�d like to thank everyone for reviewing. You make me feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. I hope the stars send fortune your way. (giggle)

Okay here�s the third installment of this naughty little series�

Fantasy 3: Pancakes and Syrup
A loud noise sounded from the kitchen, jarring me from my light doze. The maid was swearing in her native tongue. I rolled over to see that Seto had vacated the bed leaving me alone after our early morning romp. It was obvious that he�d been gone for a while because his spot on the bed was ice cold. I often wondered how he could have so much energy after a night of sex. (I mean he just got up and left me there without bothering to nudge me or wake me up. I guess that�s just the way he is.)I heaved a sigh. I was quite happy that he�d chosen to spend the week with me. I wouldn�t have to be alone in the house with the maids and the video game addict, Mokuba. I heard another loud sound from downstairs and sat up. It sounded like something breaking.
�You idiot!� I heard Seto shout from downstairs. (I better get up now before he kills that poor woman.) I rolled out of bed, stumbling over our clothes that had been strewn all over the floor from last night, and headed to the closet. I grabbed my chenille robe and slung it over my shoulders.

�Oh Mister Kaiba, I�m so sorry! I-I didn�t mean to. I�ll do better I promise. Just let me clean it up!� I heard the woman pleading with him. Her job depended on it. For some strange reason, even though my Dragon master was off work he was more stressed than usual. It was like the right buttons hadn�t been pushed to get him to relax.

�Yes clean it up. Then, get the fuck out of my house!!� (See what I mean)

�Oh no! Oh no! Mr. Kaiba, please! I have three children!�

�I don�t care. They aren�t my kids.�

�But Mr. Kaiba! My husband left me! I�ll have no income! They�ll starve! Please let me keep my job!� the woman�s voice was breaking. You could tell that she was about to cry. �I�ll work overtime everyday to make up for it! Just please, please let me keep my job!!� She begged, sounding pitiful

�No.� Was my lover�s cold reply. I heard the woman�s anguished wail and bolted down the stairs. Seto has been firing people left and right for the past three days and it was obvious that this woman really needed this job. I knew what it was like to be in that situation and I didn�t want Seto abusing the help.

�Hey! What the heck�s goin� on here! I�m trying ta get some rest and all I hear is the maid crying about her kids!� I shouted irritably as I walked into the kitchen. Mokuba was cowering in a corner, quietly eating his waffles while sneaking frightened glances at his brother. That�s one smart kid. I�ll give him that. �Seto, what�s going on? I want an explanation now.� I growled.
Seto glared at me and held up a broken coffee mug handle. I raised an eyebrow at him, not understanding. He shook in suppressed anger and jerked a finger towards the mess of broken porcelain on the floor. I almost screamed in horror as I realized what it was. Seto�s favorite, one of a kind, ultra-rare, Jumbo-sized Blue-eyes white dragon coffee mug lay shattered in a million pieces on the ground. My eyes bugged out of their sockets. (Oh. My. GOD. This is not good, not good at all!) I walked around the remains of the precious item and understood why Kaiba was so loud. He cherished that mug and I swear to God that if it were a person he and it would be Siamese twins. The sight of the broken mess had unnerved me a bit but I was determined to help this lady keep her job. After all, Sophia worked long hours everyday, took all of our shit, and never ever complained when we asked her to do something extra. I at least owed it to her.
�God Seto. It�s just a mug. You�ve got all the money in the world. You could just buy a new one.� I suggested, carefully studying his stony face for his reaction. His face remained blank, but his eyes hardened. (uh. Oh.)

�This is the mug that you gave me Joey.� He said icily. I blinked

�Well then, I can buy you a new one then. Really it�s not a big deal. There are other mugs in the cabinets.� I said brightly. His face darkened

�It is too a big deal, Wheeler.� He snapped. I winced at his use of my last name. It was like a curse or something �It�s priceless.� He finished finally with a faraway look in his eyes.

�Seto be realistic! It�s a stupid cup!� I shouted in frustration. He was so stubborn sometimes

�Wheeler, you gave it to me.� He said simply.
I caught the meaning of his words and fought not to smile. (So My little Dragon Tamer is sentimental. That�s so sweet.) The poor maid trembled in fear as she looked in his icy blue eyes. She�d find no sympathy there. She glanced at me giving me a pleading look. I gave her a reassuring smile and mouthed �I�ll do what I can� to her. Her lip trembled and she quietly cleaned up the mess and left. Hopefully I would be able to persuade Seto into letting her come back to work for him. He stormed out of the kitchen, pissed that he wouldn�t be having his coffee in his favorite mug today and I heard another crash and a shriek. In his haste Seto had bumped into a maid carrying in a pile of plates to be washed and well, porcelain met hardwood floors and you know the rest.
�YOU�RE FIRED!!!� he bellowed harshly and sent the poor woman running out of the house wailing. (This is not going to be easy.) I heaved a sigh and started to search for something to eat. (He could have at least waited for the woman to finish making breakfast before he fired her.)
~~~~Later
It had been a long day, a long hard day. I started off working on my paper and finished, working on my paper. I hate history. Seto had been in and out of meetings all day but of course �Mr. No Procrastination� had finished his paper so he could just come home and sit on his ass. I still had some Math homework left but it wasn�t much. As I sat at the desk watching Kaiba as he vegetated in front of the TV I decided, for my stomach hard just growled rather loudly, that I needed to eat some food, NOW. I glared at the one measly math problem that I had left, gave it the one-fingered salute and stalked downstairs. Just as I closed our bedroom door I heard a low rumble emanating from the spot where Seto was lounging. (Better bring up extra helpings.)
Now here lies my problem. You see once I reached the kitchen, absolutely dying from hunger, I found the fridge�empty, completely and totally empty. All we had was one egg and a gallon of milk left. You see, since Seto was in a pissy mood all day, just about anyone who crossed his path got fired and well there had been no one left in the house that cooked. We�d been scrounging up leftovers from the fridge all day and there was nothing left. I swore loudly and went to the cabinets. There should be snacks there. Ah, but not today. The gods of irony must have been laughing their asses off. Mokuba must have taken the last of the snacks for himself at dinner time. The only thing in the cabinet was flour, sugar, syrup and some other seasonings. I swore loudly and yanked out the pancake mix, just as Seto waltzed in.
�What�s the matter?� He asked with a yawn.

�There�s no food! That�s what�s the matter, Mr. �I like to fire people�!� I snapped. (Did I mention that I�m really irritable when I�m hungry?) He looked taken aback by my outburst and snorted.

�You act like it�s my fault.�

�It is!!! You fired every one of the servants who could cook!!! Now there�s nothing left but pancake mix!�

�There are snacks in the cabinet.�

�Seto, need I remind you that while you were out and about, there were two growing boys locked in the house.�

�Hn. Your fault for being so damn skinny. We should put Mokuba on a diet. The kid�s turning into a lard ass with all that junk food and being glued to the TV all the time.�

�THAT�S NOT THE POINT!!!! The point is that there�s no food!!! Hey! YOU CALLED ME SKINNY!!!!� I exploded suddenly realizing what he�d said.

�Hn. What are you going to do about it?� He drawled nonchalantly, giving me a devilish look.

�I should make you sleep outside.� I growled. He blinked and heaved a sigh.

�No, idiot. About the lack of food.� He replied. I blinked in surprise. �You know you really are underweight and you can�t afford to miss any meals. So what are you going to do?� He said, quietly eyeing me with stormy eyes. (He�s leaving it up to me? Oh god why is he looking at me like that?)

�Uh�� I started, looking down at the box in my hand. �I�m going to make pancakes.� I said finally.

�Pancakes? Joey, it�s 10:00 at night. It�s not even close to breakfast time.� He drawled.

�It�s all we have. Besides, it�s never too late or too early to have pancakes!� I said cheerily. He blinked at me.

�Fine. Make some for me too. What else do you need?�

�Milk, that last egg, butter, and a little cooking oil.� I said as I went searching for the skillet.
He ambled over to the fridge and pulled out three of the last four ingredients. I found the oil while I was looking for the skillet and a nice bowl to mix the batter in. I heated the butter in the microwave to soften it up. Then, I measured out enough mix for the two of us, added the egg, milk, and one tablespoon of butter and used a spoon to mix it. Seto stared, seemingly awestruck at the involved process of making flapjacks. He wandered over to me. It had been a while since I�d had to cook so it took a minute to find the rhythm of mixing. Once I had, the job was easy. I prepped the skillet with the oil, got it nice and hot and started to pour the batter in it. He was practically leaning over my shoulder by then.
�Uh�Seto�do you want me to show you how to make pancakes or something?� I asked, a bit puzzled by his behavior.

�No. I have no interest in learning such a task. I merely like to watch.� I raised an eyebrow at this, my mind wandering to all of the wrong things. What can I say? I�ve got raging hormones like anyone else. However, I curbed them before they made themselves apparent and got me into trouble.

�Well, If you�re not trying to learn, I suggest you move back.� I said. He raised an eyebrow but gave me some space.

�Why?�

�So I can do this.� I replied, flipping the pancakes over with a flick of the skillet. He blinked in amazement. (Poor guy. He acts like he�s never seen anyone cook before. That�s so cute!!) When the pancakes were golden brown on both sides, I slid them onto a plate and started the next batch. It wasn�t long before I�d finished
I quietly asked Seto how many he wanted and served us both, setting the table and placing the butter and syrup within reach, then, I plopped down at the table with my mountain of fluffy golden goodness. I have to say that I was very pleased with myself. Seto sat across from me and watched as I buttered my pancakes. He watched as I cut my pancakes and stared as I poured syrup all over my pancakes. I was too enthralled with my food to notice the way he was looking at me. I shoved the first forkful into my mouth and chewed, eyes rolling back in my head in ecstasy. I didn�t bother to stifle my groan. It had been sooooo long since I had good pancakes. I shuddered.
�Ohhhh. This is soooo good.� I moaned, lashes fluttering wildly. Seto cleared his throat and I realized that I either sounded like I was really high or having a really good orgasm. I opened my eyes and immediately blushed at the thought. Seto was giving me that look again. �Why do you keep looking at me like that?� I questioned around a mouthful of pancake.

�No reason.� He muttered, neatly cutting and eating his syrupy food. My thoughts began to wander to the way that tiny tendril of syrup was making its way down his chin. A flicker of movement drew me back up to Seto�s eyes. He had that look again. He lowered his eyes just a bit and slid his tongue out over his chin. (Man he has a long tongue�Gah! What am I thinking! Seto is eating for crying out loud there�s no way he could be thinking dirty or trying to seduce me!!) I steeled myself and focused solely on my pancakes, which wasn�t too hard. I was damn hungry. I finished my food in record time and leaned back in my chair patting my sated belly. I let my eyes slide shut in contentment.

�Now that was good.� I groaned happily. I heard movement and looked up. Seto was standing over me with that damned look in his eyes, still holding his plate. I noticed that his pancakes were barely half eaten. I tore my eyes away from the plate and stilled my emotions. It hurt but I had to be all macho, you know, for pride�s sake. �What�s the matter moneybags? Pancakes not good enough for ya, or would you have preferred I made you one of those cr�me briolette thingys?� I said coldly. He sighed

�I liked your pancakes just fine Wheeler. There�s no need to get so defensive.� He growled leaning over me. I could feel his breath washing over me. That stormy look in his eyes swirled, drawing me deeper. �I love pancakes with syrup.� He trailed off. I shot him a puzzled look. He wasn�t making any sense. (Maybe staring at that computer screen finally fried his brains.)

�What?� I questioned, looking deeply in his lusty eyes.

�It�s just that�you should really learn to use napkins� he replied, instantly killing the mood. (AHH! I keep reading too much into what he�s saying! Sheesh! I know I�ve got raging hormones but damn!!) I scowled at him and he chuckled, dipping low to swipe his tongue along my chin. I tensed. He chuckled again and repeated the action, this time more slowly, running the lithe appendage over my lips, down my chin and across my jawline. I shuddered. There was no mistaking what that meant. My breath hitched as he withdrew. He smirked at me. �Are you still hungry little puppy?�

�What?� I muttered. I was still slightly dazed.

�Don�t play coy. I know that a growing boy like yourself needs lots of nutrients. You should eat some more pancakes.� He drawled, looking smugly down at me. (Oh�so that�s what he wanted. He must not be that hungry.) I reached for the plate. He quickly slapped y hands away. �Ah. Ah. Open for me.�
I frowned slightly and complied, opening my mouth. He carefully picked up a syrupy piece of pancake and slid it into my mouth, sneaking his syrup-covered finger in with it. I nipped the end of the invading appendage and he stroked my tongue. (Really he has no shame but then neither do I) He withdrew and repeated the action. This time when he pulled away to get another pancake piece, I caught the finger between my teeth and sucked on it, giving him a naughty look. He merely looked at me placidly and continued what he was doing. Finally when the pancakes were gone, he slipped off and deposited the plate in the sink, rinsing it thoroughly. After that he went to putting things away. (What! That�s it!! I cannot figure him out. That damn tease.) I was highly upset. Here I was all hot, ready and willing and he was more concerned with the state of the kitchen. I was so disappointed that I didn�t notice the thoughtful look he gave the butter and cooking oil, that is, until he placed them on the table right next to me.
He looked down at me. That hazy, stormy look in his eyes permeated from him. I was lost, drowning maybe. My whole body felt like it was on fire with him looking at me like that. I whimpered finally and broke eye contact as I felt tremors running up my spine. (One look and he has me all worked up. When did it come to this?) He startled me by trailing a finger along my collarbone and up to my jaw. The finger slid around the underside of my chin before he finally lifted it to force me to look into those stormy eyes again. I felt powerless. My pulse quickened as he licked his lips and leaned close.
�You know�I�m still a bit hungry. This past week I�ve had a monster of a craving and I just couldn�t figure out what it was. I think I might want some more�pancakes.� He murmured softly, his eyes boring holes in me. I shivered and stared at him

�We don�t have any more stuff to make more.� I replied flushing heatedly at his nearness.

�Perhaps I should correct myself.� He said sliding a hand down my back. �I want some more of your pancakes, Joey.� He said and pulled me close for a long searing kiss. I moaned against his mouth, jerking involuntarily against him. (Looks like I�m still hungry too, hungry for Seto.) He pulled back and nipped my lower lip. He smiled. �It needs syrup.� He breathed and grabbed the said condiment off the table to drizzle it across my face.
I caught some in my mouth, rolling the rich maple flavor over my tongue. He leaned down again and took a long lick, following the trail he�d made. My face had become a candied treat just for him and I have to say that it was quite enjoyable. The way his tongue trailed over every inch, smearing and cleaning the syrup away. He dipped into my mouth and tasted the sweetness there. I grabbed a handful of ass and immersed myself in the kiss. He tasted so good.
His hands began to wander all over me, stoking the fires that had been building in our brief time apart. My flesh ached to be touched, craved more of his worshipful caresses. I arched into him, my hard manhood pressing firmly against his as he straddled me. He let out a groan of unsuppressed lust and pulled my shirt off, leaning forward to devour my chest. Somewhere in there, he grabbed the syrup again and drizzled it on my exposed skin. The combination of the cool liquid and his hot tongue sent my mind reeling. (Oh gods yes.) He suckled my nipples with the fervor of a hungry baby. I let out a keening whine as teeth grazed the sensitive flesh. (Wow. He was hungry. But I�m hungry too.) I took the syrup from him and pulled off his shirt. I was much less careful than he was and merely ripped it off, sending buttons flying to God knows where in the kitchen. I squirted syrup all over his pale chest and grabbed the tub of butter nearby, smearing some of it over him as well.
�I like my pancakes with butter and syrup.� I purred.
I took a taste of his skin and he shivered as I slowly worked my way up his chest, cleaning him. I lapped up every trace of the condiments, carefully avoiding his most sensitive areas. I returned to them later to give them special treatment. He sucked in a hissing breath as I brought my teeth down on his tender nipple and gave it a firm tug. The tiny morsel of pain added to his pleasure and made him flush, I mean really flush. His whole body turned red. (He�s a masochist.) I quirked an eyebrow at this and continued my slow torture. He grunted as I made a trail of love bites across his belly button, trembling ever so slightly. I smirked and lazily kissed my way over to that little known spot just above his hipbone and sank my teeth into it. His resulting howl told me that I hit it just right and he pushed me away from him, leaning over me, while he gasped for breath.
The sight of him leaning over me half-naked and sweaty turned me on and I began rocking my hips up to grind against his. He groaned and shut his eyes, beginning to return my thrusts. I gasped in response, liquid pleasure beginning to form at my groin. He opened his lust-clouded eyes and stared at me. I could feel my orgasm building. I brushed shy fingers over the sensitive skin that I�d just bitten and watched him shudder. I don�t know when I found that spot. I was just happy I had. One nip, one lick, even the simple puff of air against it sent him into a sexual frenzy or is he that way because I�m just too freaking hot? At this moment it didn�t matter. All thoughts were melting into pleasure as my orgasm sped up to meet me. I let out a strangled cry and Seto stopped.
�Not yet.� He grunted, extricating himself from my body. I whined as the cool air of the kitchen hit my flushed skin. He turned around and rearranged the things on the table. It was taking him too long. I got up and stood next to him.
�Seto! What ever it is it can wait. I�I�� I couldn�t finish my sentence.
He had turned those eyes on me, those damn intoxicating downright seductive eyes. He looked contemplatively at the bottle of oil in his hand and then back at me. A devilish smirk played across his features. He grabbed my wrist and jerked me forward to him. With a slight �huff� I was brought forcefully to his chest. I melted against him, his body heat more intoxicating than any drug. I whimpered and let my head fall backwards in submission. Hi started to kiss a path down my neck. Finding my pulse he began to tease it, nipping and sucking at the throbbing vein just beneath the skin. His naughty hands came down to cup my ass before running teasing fingers just about the waistline of my pants. All the while he continued to affectionately nuzzle at my neck. I growled. All this sweetness was touching and all but he now had my undivided attention. My body was on fire
�Seto!� I growled.
He smirked at me then removed our pants. He gave me a look that was a bit unsettling. He nudged me backwards until the table bumped the back of my thighs and I got the slightest inkling as to what he wanted. He leaned his weight on me until I conceded and lay back on the table, a bit uncomfortable with my current level of exposure. He slid slowly up my body, that predatory look dominating his features once again. (You know sometimes he really scares me. This is one of those times.) I trembled like a frightened girl as his naughty smirk slithered on his face. He reminded me of some sort of demon.
�You know�I learned a lot watching you cook today. And I�m anxious to make my very own special pancakes as well, although, I�m quite sure that these will taste better than any that have ever been made before.� He purred sliding up my body.

I shuddered at the overwhelming heat of his gaze. He continued where he�d left off, scalding me in the heat of his passion. His eager lips tore whimpers and moans from my mouth as it slowly worked its way over every inch of exposed skin. His tongue played with my nipples until he grew weary of those toys and moved on to others, teasing each and every spot with the enthusiasm of a child on Christmas Day. I arched into his touch. He muttered something incoherent against my belly and slipped away from me, again. (God Damn it!! He always� AHH! GOD DAMN IT!) All rational thought melted away as I felt the cold sting of syrup, sliding down my aching groin. A mischievous tongue chased the droplets of sweetness all around that sensitive skin.

I could only gasp as beautiful sensations arched through me with each caress. The wicked contrast between the chill of the syrup and the heat of his tongue only added to it. By the time he�d finally taken me into his mouth, I�d been reduced to ragged moans. He started a lazy pace, slowly sliding up and down my shaft. His cerulean eyes slid shut and he increased the pressure around my length. I groaned deeply and let my head fall backwards, my eyes fluttering shut. I watched until the sight of my flesh disappearing between his lips became too much. Seto began massaging the delicate sack that held my family�s jewels causing me to whimper. Pleasure rippled down my spine and I gave into it willingly, indulging my craving for loving physical contact.
He purred around me, sending delicious vibrations through my body. I moaned my approval and began to thrust my hips upward. I groaned, throwing my head back as I continued thrusting into that delicious heat that was his mouth. It felt so good, so exquisite. I was in heaven. If only that sensation would linger, but I was rapidly nearly my climax. I arched off the table gasping brokenly, my nerve endings burning with pleasure. I fought to hold on just a bit longer but�
�AHHHHH!!! Oh GOD!� I cried, lifting my body off the table. I twisted underneath him and he just held on. Finally I fell limp against the wood of the kitchen table and just lay there, panting, my skin flushed. I stared, dazed into a pair of deep blue eyes hovering inches above my own. Seto smirked

�You look nice and golden brown on this side. I think it�s time to flip you over, love.� He said, nuzzling my shoulder.

�What?� I said intelligently. My mind was slow to piece itself together enough to make sense of his words. He smiled and helped me up from the table, pulling me against his body. My mind woke up then, even if it was only the dirty side. �So what are you going to do to me Seto?� I asked, a lazy smile scrawling across my face. He turned me around and pushed me down on the table so that I was supporting myself with my arms. I felt his body cover mine, his slow even breathing tickling my ear.
�I�m going to do what I always do, make you scream like a flat-chested girl.� He breathed

�S-Seto!!� I gasped as I felt his butter coated fingers slid into my tiny orifice. I threw my head back, panting, as I felt them probing inside me. I strangled cry tore from my lips as they pressed firmly against my sweet spot and I was instantly hard. It didn�t take long for me to begin wiggling under him. �Do it now!� I cried, pushing my rear back against him. He leaned down over me, chuckling.

�Oh not yet.� He purred against my neck, �Just stay still.� He said in a quieter voice. He twisted his fingers inside of me searching deliberately for that sweet bundle of nerves inside me. When he found it I tried not to jerk, but still couldn�t help the scream that burst forth from me. �Just stay still Joey.� He said slowly, his words becoming a swirling mass of confusion as his fingers slowly circled over the spot, teasing it, gently caressing it and then.
�OH MY GOD!!� I screeched, as they suddenly jabbed into it. Sparkles flew across my eyelids and I trembled violently. He began circling the spot again. �oh no�Seto I don�t think�� I couldn�t finish the sentence

�Not to worry, this will be over soon.� He said reassuringly. �You know watching you come over and over again makes me entirely too horny.� He added. I felt his fingers slip out of me and something larger being positioned at my entrance. (Oh God yes.) My body was taut with anticipation. I wanted him in now! I let out a keening cry as He slowly slid deep inside me, hot and huge. Somehow my passage a bit more constricted than usual, but it was good. I just remained there unable to do anything other than moan every so often. I could feel him pressing against my tender spot even though he was making no move to brush against it. I wiggled, trembling while sweat dripped off my brow.

�Oh�Oh god�Seto what� did you �do.� I moaned between pants.

�It�s something that I read about a while ago. With the proper teasing and intense arousal, the anal canal and prostate gland swell. Delicious isn�t it. I�ve been meaning to try, but with all the paper work I haven�t been able to get around to it.�

�I�m�going to kill your laptop.�

�You had better not.�

�How the hell can you sound so freakin� coherent at a time like this. I�m about ready to pass out here.� I grumbled

�I�m not as coherent as you think.� He half growled against my neck, �you feel so good.� He began moving, the heat of his body and the added friction from my pleasantly swollen passage making it all the more enjoyable. I could feel his hardness stroking my prostate. I whined. It just felt too good. He let out a loud groan and picked up his pace, his thrusts becoming choppy and uneven. Hearing his ragged breaths across my ear made me even hotter.
�Harder.� I growled back at him. Wordlessly he complied, delving deeper, his thick hardness tugging at my insides. I let my head fall forward. �Harder� I ordered. I felt him shift his angle and pause. �Seto!� I growled, just before he slammed into me, hard. I collapsed onto the table, barely able to stay upright, while he pounded into me relentlessly. Loud throaty moans echoed in the kitchen as we got closer to release and finally it came in the form of white-hot pleasure all over the kitchen table and dripping down my thighs. �That was great Seto.� I gasped brokenly. I was about to say something when I heard the sound of breaking glass. I jerked my head up.
Mokuba stood there, staring at us with wide eyes. I felt myself blush as his eyes trailed over the mess we�d made in the kitchen. After a few seconds the shock washed off his face and was replaced by a dark look. I can�t explain it. I�d seen that expression before, but I couldn�t remember where. In an instant it too slid off his face, replaced by a morbidly blank look. The kid turned away, leaving the broken glass on the floor and sped down the hall. I sensed something sad in the way he took off like that. Seto peeled himself off my sweat soaked skin as I continued to stare at the doorway where Mokuba had been.
�He�s fine.� He muttered vaguely in my direction. I shook my head after I finally registered. An image flashed across my mind. (I know where I�ve seen that look! Tea�looks at Yugi like that sometimes, especially when Rebecca�s around.) I shuddered at the thought. Mokuba�s jealous�

A/N: Awww. I�m evil aren�t I (snicker) Wait until you see how this one finally ends. You�ll really hate me then. I hope I can update soon so you won�t have too much suspense.
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