"That was better than I thought it'd be," Seto panted as he flopped onto his back and pulled the sheet over himself to keep his body warm. "If I'd known you would be this good, I would have screwed you back in high school." His partner grunted in vague agreement, then let out a throaty chuckle.
"It probably wouldn't have been as good back then, though," he pointed out with a languid smile.
"True," Seto agreed, too pleased to be in the mood to argue. He laughed a little to himself, the happy hormones firing in his brain. "Hmmm... What would you say if I offered to have you come over tomorrow night too?"
"I'd say it's pretty boring for me to just come over and fuck." His partner reached over and stroked his short brown hair with slow, clumsy fingers. "With your money, there are so many interesting things we could do."
"In that case, I think I'm going on holiday for a week, effective tomorrow." Seto pulled the other man's fingers away from his hair and pressed them to his lips. "Monte Carlo or Las Vegas?"
"The first one," his guest mumbled, sounding increasingly drowsy. "We're not too old for that, are we?"
"Oh, definitely not."
"Where on earth is he?" Mokuba demanded of Roland, his arms folded and his toe tapping impatiently. "He promised he'd be there, but he wasn't, and he won't answer his phone. The kids missed him at Sophie's birthday party, and he has no good reason not to have been there! Just because he's not a family man doesn't mean he can't support my family."
"I'm very sorry, sir," Roland apologized again, looking distressed. "He called in this morning saying he was going on vacation for the next two weeks and that he should only be alerted of an absolute emergency, and that he should be left alone otherwise. As far as business is concerned, that is," Roland added for the sake of clarity.
"Is he still here?"
"As far as I know."
"Then I'm going to look for him myself," Mokuba declared, walking past Roland—who wouldn't dream of stopping him—and began to search the house. He checked the home office, just to be sure, and the library. Then he went to check Seto's bedroom. As soon as he opened the door, he deeply regretted it.
"Damn it, Seto!" he cried, yanking the door shut again as he squeezed his eyes shut for a few moments to try and erase what he'd seen. He marched out of the mansion, and when he passed Roland, he said, "When he comes back from his premature midlife crisis, tell him to call me." Then he went back outside to the car where Serenity was waiting for him.
"What happened?" Serenity asked as Mokuba buckled into the driver's seat.
"Well, I found my brother," he answered shortly, leaving his wife dissatisfied.
"And?"
"I also found your brother."
"And?"
"Do you have any eye-bleach on you? I'm fresh out," Mokuba quipped as he pulled onto the long driveway.
"Oh goodness! You don't mean to say... They weren't... Were they?" She seemed as disturbed by this development as he was.
"They most certainly were," Mokuba sighed, clearly frustrated. Serenity reached over and rubbed the spot between his shoulder blades as he got onto the main road.
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault," he said, glancing at her gratefully. "And it's not Joey's fault either. I'm sure it's Seto's fault, if it's anyone's. I'm just annoyed with him." He sighed again. "He's the only one who can get me worked up like this. And besides, this means…"
He fell silent, Serenity had to ask him to continue.
"This means I lost a bet," Mokuba admitted grudgingly.
"You bet on your brother?!"
"I thought I knew him well enough to bet Yugi that he and Joey would never get along. Apparently, I was wrong. They seemed to be getting along quite well indeed."