(While reading this fanfiction, please be aware that I am using Season Zero. So Yami's Japanese voice will be in effect. As well as the other Season Zero voices and appearances. Why? Because Season Zero Yami kicks ass and Season Zero Yuugi makes you just wanna squish 'em. Also, bear in mind that this story is very LEMONYYYYY!!!! DO NOT READ IF YOU NO WANNA READ SHMEXY!)

"Ow, my HEAD…" Yuugi Mutou moaned. Pulling on his pajama shirt, the small teen groaned, his hair immediately springing out first. He didn't understand the headaches he was getting lately.

Come to think of it, he only got a headache like this when those memory lapses…..shoot…what was THAT about anyway?

Looking down, he pulled up a small golden triangle from under his shirt and let it fall onto his cotton shirt.

'Ever since I solved the Millennium Puzzle I've been having these weird headaches and lapses in my memory…'

Yuugi shook his head which wasn't that bright of an idea since it started throbbing again.

'Whatever. It's not worth the headache.'

He groaned to himself, walking to the bed. Crawling onto the mattress, he pulled the sheets over himself.

'Besides, it's too late at night for this.'

Yuugi sighed, closing his eyes.

And sleep came unnaturally easily…

---

"Yuu-Chan…"

Yuugi gasped as the whisper caressed his ear, his hips gyrating to the soft dark touch of the other.

"Yuugi…" The man whispered again, his voice a darker husk. A tongue unfurled from his lips, tenderly taunting the organ.

"A-Ano…Who are you?" The small teen whimpered lustfully as the silken digits guided slowly to the first button of his pants. The taller's second hand had already tagged a nipple, flicking and rubbing it to an erect stub. He breathed, the warm air sending a shiver down Yuugi's back. He gave a weak gasp. The other man rested his chin on Yuugi's shoulder, pressing lightly.

"I am whoever and whatever you desire for me to become."Silk lips found their way to the boys' cheek and a hand zipped down the denim slacks. The boy shook with anticipation as a finger slipped down the rim of his boxers.

"Ah-Ahhhhh…." The man chuckled.

"Is Yuu-Chan excited? I hope so." The finger was then joined by his entire palm as it gripped the teens cock. Yuugi's eyes rolled back into his head and an ecstatic moan as the hand began to pump and grope and SQUEEZE…

"Time to play, Yuu-Chan."

---

"Yuugi!"

The named fought back a blush, caught in the act of a flashback to his dream the night prior.

"What's with you?" Jou questioned, leaning his head onto the desk. His brown eyes stared into Yuugi's amethyst orbs. "You've been acting weird." The boy blinked and sighed, giggling nervously.

"I-it's nothing, Jounochi. I just had a weird dream last night." Jou blinked as his lips curled into a small wondering smile.

"Weird like how?"

Crimson stained the boys face at the question. Shoot, how to get out of this one...Didn't help that he hated lying so much…

"It's n-nothing, like I said." Jou grinned, an eyebrow raised.

"Ohhh, I get it. One of THOSE huh?" Yuugi bit his lip. "Well, look at you. Suddenly you're all quiet again. She must've been somethin' huh?"
'I wonder what he'd do if I told him I was gay as springtime?'

Yuugi had to wonder.

"Er, yeah…really something."
'That he was.'

"MR. JOUNOCHI! MR. MUTOU! PAY ATTENTION!" Both boys stood completely straight and still and turned back to the chalkboard with a nod and a "Hai, Sensei."

'Something about him was just so…familiar.'

Yuugi sighed, leaning the side of his face on his and with a slouch.

'It was a nice familiar. He was safe and warm.'

Amethyst eyes closed and the boy let out a low hum of relaxation.

'And his hands were so soft….his breath was hot….his lips were so gentle and loving…and his voice….'

"Time to play, Yuu-Chan."

The teenager couldn't help it. He squealed quietly at the thought of his dream lover.

'It was so…so…I don't even know how to explain it…'

Yuugi smiled to himself.

'I wonder who it was.'

..::Meanwhile::..

"Of course you don't know who I am, Yuu-Chan. We've never actually met." Black boots thumped against the cold stone floor. Bright crimson faced the door of the Soul Room.

"But that will all change….when you play my game…."

The crimson flashed.

"Tonight."

---

Yuugi sighed, snuggling into his pillow. After several minutes, he flipped over to get a better position. And several minutes after that, he flipped onto his stomach. He moaned.
"It's no use…I can't sleep." Heaving a sigh, Yuugi sat up on his elbows, looking up into his skylight.

"I keep thinking about him…" His eyes closed and he hummed in pleasure at the memory. "So soft…so warm…so…safe…" He bit his lip, flipping over on his back.

"I can't sleep with him on my mind."

"Is Yuu-Chan excited? I hope so." The finger was then joined by his entire palm as it gripped the teens cock. Yuugi's eyes rolled back into his head and an ecstatic moan as the hand began to pump and grope and SQUEEZE…'

Yuugi groaned, legs squirming at the sudden hardness in between.
"Great. Now how do I get rid of this?"

"So you really want to play now? Yuu-Chan, you're making this far too easy for me."

Yuugi blinked. Who'd said that?
"But…if you want it so BADLY…."

Out of nowhere, a sleep spell came over the boy. His eyelids felt heavy, his body like lead, he dropped back onto his pillow, eyes closing and breath evening in sleep.

"I SUPPOSE we can play now."

---

The bed seemed softer than before.

Whatever. Yuugi wasn't complaining. In fact, he'd rather stay put. Finally falling asleep when it was so late at night felt like heaven now. Feeling a little cold, Yuugi curled himself into a tighter ball in the bed and pulled the silky blanket closer to his small body.

"No...dun wanna wake up yet, Grampa…"

A rich tempting chuckle reached the small boys ears and he felt his face grow hot.

"Suit yourself, little one, but you will be sorely missed tonight, I assure you."

The teen shivered at the lustful tone the voice had taken recently.

The voice…?

His eyes fluttering open, Yuugi made a very quick analysis.
He was no longer in his room.

Sitting up straight, Yuugi made quick analysis of the room. Toys littered the carpet randomly and a toy chest was open and empty in the corner. Game pieces and cards were scattered among the besieged navy carpet along with the playthings and game boards. Looking at the walls were familiar pictures of himself, Honda, Miho, Anzu and Jou along with other companions. There was a single door across the room, brown, wooden and plain.

"Where…am I?" He had to ask.
"Your BODY is in your room-it never left. YOU are within your Soul Room. Your MIND and SOUL are here." The voice defined for him. Yuugi tucked his legs to his side, sitting up somewhat straight.

"Who are you? WHERE are you?"
"Right across the hall, Yuu-Chan." He responded to the second question.

Well….maybe the first question would have to be answered by himself.

Stepping down from the bed, Yuugi placed his feet on the soft carpet. The boy stood up and carefully, as not to step on any toys or game pieces, walked to the wooden door, grabbing the golden doorknob. With a twist and a push, the door revealed a hallway. Left and right seemed endless but, as promised, a black door was only about a foot away.

'Turn around now.'

His brain told him.

'You have no idea who or what this person- or thing –is. It would just be safer to turn around and go back to bed.'

"Safer…but not as exciting." The voice chuckled, amused with his indecisiveness.

'Did he just-'

"As long as you dwell here, in your soul room, the hall, or mine…I can choose whether or not to hear your thoughts. And you can hear mine. Though I TRY to keep mine at bay." He responded. Yuugi swallowed.

'Then I guess…I'll have to go in.'

"Why do you say HAVE to? I'm not about to force you into doing it if you don't want to." The voice added.

'Because if I don't, the curiosity will drive me crazy.'

Yuugi sighed mentally. He thought he heard the voice chuckle at that but shook it off. Taking a few steps forward, he grabbed the black handle and pushed the door. Finding the door wouldn't budge he pushed again, harder this time. The voice snickered.

"You need to pull from that side, Yuu-Chan." Yuugi could've sworn he heard the voice smirk. The boy pulled open the door and it flung open rather slowly; the door seemed to be made of metal. The light from the hall poured into the dark dreary room, Yuugi's shadow becoming long as it did so.

"Come in, Yuu-Chan." The voice whispered. But now it wasn't in his mind…

It was in front of him.

He took a tentative step forward, as if checking for any traps or monsters.

"Nothing here will hurt you, Little One. I assure you of that." Yuugi took a deep breath and stepped inside cautiously.

Suddenly, the door slammed shut behind him with a loud –BANG– and the room somehow brightened. Yuugi's eyes widened in surprise at the man sitting in the chair in front of him.

He looked…exactly like him…

No..

No, not exactly like him…

His features were sharper, more defined. His body was leaner, a little taller but not much, yet at the same time, somewhat muscled. His hair was wilder, his golden bangs like lightening. His scarlet eyes held a hypnotic warmth in them and they were locked on the boy in front of him.

'My God…'

"What is it, Yuu-Chan?" He asked in his enchanting voice. Yuugi felt himself falling deeper in love/lust than before. His crimson eyes flashed.

"I only want to play a game with you."