All work, Time to play

Yugi scrubbed until his skin was red. He wasn't as tired today as he usually was when he came home since Kaiba let him off a little earlier. So he was actually home before Yami. Oh, Yami worked much longer hours than he did, but his schedule was much later on the clock than Yami's.

He sighed. Poor Yami. He hated his job. Well, he never said that exactly, but the signs were obvious: he was irritable, he didn't talk much, he sighed whenever asked how his day went, and it felt like the romance and fun was suddenly sliding away. Whenever Yami was upset he would get knots in his back and Yugi would give him a massage. His back was so twitchy and hunched over lately that Yugi's hands itched to soothe those thick knots. The only problem was that Yami had been distancing himself more and more lately. And it was because he hated that job! Why didn't he just quit? They had more than enough money to get by, and plenty for leisurely spending. Why keep some bean-counting pencil-pushing office job…if he didn't like it, or need it?

He sighed again, and gave his face a wash. Poor Yami; what could he do?

CRASH!

He gasped, and quickly got out of the tub to reach for his towel. Unfortunately all he could find was the hand towel. Ignoring that little dilemma, he pulled open the bathroom door.

Yami yanked his tie loose and growled. Well, it had to come out eventually. His chosen lifestyle was frowned upon in the corporate world, so he tried his best to keep it low-key. He had only told one person: Ken in Shipping. An assumingly nice guy, whom he found out, was the office spy. He had been demoted two positions today, and frankly had been tempted to quit. But he couldn't quit. Oh there was more than enough money lying around, but it wouldn't feel right forcing Yugi to bring home all the income.

He checked his watch. The little one would be home in a couple hours. There had been such distance between them lately; maybe he should do something for him. Sticking with that, he dropped his briefcase, and started to loosen his tie some more. The bathroom door burst open, and there was Yugi.

Speech was gone.

The pale child was dripping wet. Hair that usually rose in high masses was draping down his neck, but a blonde strand stuck on his face. His mouth was wide open; parted slightly, and his beautiful violet eyes were wide and worried. Down the slightly muscular chest and slender stomach were hundreds of droplets, following every curve of muscle and dip of tempting flesh, all the way down to the tiny white towel. He must have grabbed a hand towel by mistake-Yugi's towels were always long enough to reach his ankles-for the minuscule fabric that he was clutching over himself for dear life just barely came to cling lovingly on his thighs…his shaking, glistening thighs that gracefully sculpted down to slim calves and feet with adorable pudgy toes.

With occasionally spots of bubble bath foam on his torso and legs, his light looked like a God.

Incredibly, he felt his body stir and his temperature rise in a way that it hadn't done in a long time.

"Yami? What's wrong?"

He blinked, trying to draw his eyes away from the towel and to the entrancing face. "Wrong?"

He shrugged. "I heard something really loud out here; I was worried so I came out to see what it was."

The Pharaoh nodded and made a gesture. "I just dropped my briefcase."

Tiny blonde brows met over a petite nose, making his face scrunch up in a most adoring way.

Lord he had missed Yugi. They had begun living together about four years ago, had moved to America one year ago because Kaiba had asked Yami to be Mokuba's tutor while he tried to apply to colleges, and they were seemingly happy. But during these past few months…ever since Yami had taken a career at the office…they had been somewhat remote. Truthfully, he didn't want to burden his love with all the perils of the workplace. But that seemed to be troubling their relationship more than helping it. They hadn't made love in…Yugi got sick that month…well not counting…