Yugi opened his eyes a crack and then closed them again.  Not that the room was all that light but he felt warm and safe and opening his eyes fully would mean admitting that he was awake and had to get up.  He turned his head slightly on the pillow and pulled the heavy duvet more tightly around his shoulders.  The warmth coming from behind him made him feel relaxed and he pressed back against the chest there, feeling the soft rise and fall of the others breathing against his spine.  His hazy, sleep filled mind only registered comfort and not anything out of the ordinary, and he rolled over to snuggle against this chest.  His nose detected a familiar scent and his arm wound limply around the others hips, drawing him closer and making him share his warmth.

Yugi felt the other stir slightly, his strong arms wrap around his shoulders and his chin come to rest against Yugi’s head.  He sighed contentedly, stroking the skin under his fingers, which must have been the others lower back, and nuzzling against the chest his cheek was now lay against. 

It began to dawn on him as he gradually woke that this shouldn’t be possible because he was in the bed alone and so couldn’t be snuggling against somebody.  He cracked an eyelid to see black and pink hair down the nape of a neck, wondering at how strange his own hair looked.  Then he almost snapped awake instantly; that couldn’t be his own hair because he couldn’t be looking at the nape of his own neck and, strange as his hair was, there was one other who had hair just like his.  Yami, his friend from the Millennium Puzzle, the person who had seen him through all the difficult times and always been there for him no matter what. 

Yugi grabbed at his own neck in search of the puzzle before remembering that he always took it off to sleep in case he lay on it during the night.  Of course, he didn’t really need to wear it now, as Yami was his own person and didn’t reside there anymore, but it was almost like a good-luck charm for Yugi and he still wore it every day.  Right now it wasn’t the puzzle he need worry about, but the person that had come from it, and Yugi wondered if Yami even knew where he was, if he was even awake. 

Yugi could feel his cheeks getting hotter and more scarlet as the seconds passed and wondered how exactly they had gotten into this position.  Surely Yami hadn’t intended this, surely it was all a big misunderstanding, or perhaps even a dream, maybe he hadn’t actually woken, maybe he had just dreamt he had.

He lifted his head slightly and felt the arms around his shoulders loosen a little to allow him the movement.  He still had his eyes closed, hardly daring to look up in case Yami was awake but he would have to look eventually and the longer he left it, the worse things would be when he did look.

Slowly he opened his eyes to peer up into the face looking down on him.  Yami was wide-awake and must have been watching him the whole time.  He had a slight smile at the edge of his lips and his eyes were glistening as if he’d seen something he found to be very interesting.  Yugi could feel his cheeks burning as he fumbled around in his own mind for something to say that wouldn’t sound entirely stupid, but Yami beat him to it.

“Did you sleep well?” the question was asked so innocently that Yugi wondered briefly if Yami saw nothing wrong with this situation.

“Well… yes,” he had slept so well that he hadn’t even realised what was going on, “but can I asked you something Yami?”

“Of course,” Yugi watched Yami settle back against the pillows, obviously ready for a long explanation of the question which hadn’t yet been asked and look back at him patiently as he waited.

“Well, not to sound rude or anything, but what are you doing in my bed?  Your own is perfectly good and I just wondered.”

“Well, now that is an interesting question, but I seem to be having as much of a problem as you of explaining it,” he looked off into the distance as he pondered this question but seemed to come up with nothing of any value.  He could see Yugi’s cheeks growing redder as he pondered over it and smiled languidly at how cute that made him look, “I don’t remember getting home last night actually.  I remember going out but not getting home.”

“Going out…?” the realisation hit Yugi that they had in fact gone out last night.  It was supposed to have been a night out with everybody at a club but hadn’t turned into that at all.  They had gone round to Tea’s to meet everybody there as promised and found everybody with drinks already in their hands and quite happy to stay where they where, “yes, we went to Tea’s and everyone wanted to stay there so we did.”

“Yes that’s right,” Yami seemed very unconcerned over this whole incident and Yugi wondered if he was overreacting, did it really matter that they had shared the same bed for one night?  After all they had shared the same body for years.

Yugi sighed, deciding to let the subject drop, and climbed from the bed.  He walked to the mirror that hung on one of his walls, a huge, full length mirror bordered in mahogany wood, and looked at himself assessing what damage the night before had done.  His hair was a little out of place, but a good combing would sort that out, but apart from that he looked like he had had a good nights sleep and looked rather refreshed.  Perhaps sleeping with Yami was good for him.  But no sooner had he thought that comment than his cheeks were scarlet again and he bowed his head to let the colour fade before finding a brush and pulling it through his hair until it was back in place again.  He was assessing this in the mirror; making sure every last strand was in place, when he caught site of something on his right shoulder.  He brushed at it absently to remove it but it wouldn’t move and he felt sure it had ached just a little when he touched it.  Upon looking more closely he realised it was a bruise, a deep purple coloured circular bruise, right where someone taller than him would kiss if they wanted to kiss his neck.  His knees almost gave out from under him and his cheeks must have glowed with colour, had Yami…?  But he couldn’t remember and neither could the pharaoh.  He turned and snatched up the first black shirt that came to his hand, it had just been lying at the foot of the bed, and swung it round his shoulders.  Yami looked up at him, one eyebrow raised slightly and an unusual expression on his face.

“You do realise that’s mine don’t you?” he stuck his finger out to point at the shirt Yugi now had wrapped round him.

“Erm… I’m sorry,” he hesitated to take it off, how could he get out of this one and into his own without Yami seeing the mark?

“That’s alright, if you want to wear it then do, but I don’t think I’ll fit into yours so I’ll just have to do without.”

Yugi’s eyes widened at that, he had liked Yami for a while, that being the reason why he wanted so much to know what had gone on the night before, and that thought almost made him choke on his own breath.  Yami walking round topless in his room, the thought was playing through his mind and he had to think of something else before he embarrassed himself further.  But that was just it, Yami saw him as a friend but did he really see him as anything more?  Yugi thought not, meaning that, drunk or not, he would probably not have slept in the same bed as him, which left the fact that Yugi may have been the one to initiate that, to initiate everything that happened the night before whatever that had been, and he couldn’t remember any of it.  The thought occurred to him that if he could piece the night together little by little he could probably remember what went after it, and to do that he would have to talk with the others.  The best place to try first would be Tea's considering that it was her house they had invaded, so he would have to go over.

Yami must have noticed him puzzling over something and misunderstood, “Look I really don’t mind you wearing it, it’s really not that big of a decision to make.”

“It’s not that,” Yugi answered, making the decision to take off Yami’s shirt in case it had other side effects from the scent coming off it and replacing it with his own, “besides you’re going to need it.”

“What for?” Yami’s eyes went wide as he noticed the mark on Yugi’s shoulder, little else about the whole morning had puzzled or shocked him, but that seemed to completely baffle him.

“We’re going to go to Tea's to see if I can figure out what happened last night.  I want to know just what happened and where…” he stuttered and went quiet.

“Where you got that from?” Yami pointed, his long finger reaching towards the collar of his own shirt and hooking it to drag over and put on as he did so.  He watched as Yugi’s cheeks coloured again and wondered just how many times that had happened in the one morning.  He was sure that mark hadn’t come from him, he would have remembered that, as he remembered most of the previous night, but Yugi would have to work to find out what went on, even though what did go on was nothing but sleep he was absolutely certain of that.

Yugi had managed to dig one of his own shirts out in the meantime and completely dress himself, Millennium Puzzle and all by the time Yami had finished his train of thought and gotten out of bed to dress himself.  This was going to be an amusing day even if nothing came of it, he was sure of that.