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Ever Glowing

(Warning: Small citrus sighting below.)

Noah stretches languidly in his bed, enjoying the slow awakening to a new day.

Padding to the bathroom for a shower, he replays the prior evening in his head.

'Who knew Mokuba could be so dominant?' he smirks to himself.

They'd left the elevator panting heavily after Mokuba had pressed him into the wall and practically ravished him right there. The way Mokuba passionately kissed and ground into him…

It was a wonder Noah hadn't climaxed right there in the elevator. As it was, they barely made it into the limo before Mokuba's hand found his erection and deftly brought him off. Once he came down off of his own high, he sought to repay the favor, kneeling on the floor of the limo and reaching for Mokuba's belt. To his dismay, Mokuba stopped him.

"Not here," he'd panted, pulling Noah back onto the seat beside him.

"Mokuba," he'd moaned before the object of his affection pulled him into his lap. Drawing Noah's straddled body close, he'd ground against him, biting into Noah's neck until he found his own release.

They'd later found their way to Noah's bed where Noah finished what he'd started in the limo.

Licking his lips as he dries off from the shower, he fondly remembers his first taste of Mokuba.

Stepping back into his bedroom, he's hesitant about waking his beautiful bedmate, but they both have to work, so…

"Mokuba," he whispers in his ear, shaking him lightly a few times. "You have to get up. Work."

"Ten more minutes," he mumbles before burying his face in the pillow.

"Sorry, but we're already late."

"Wha 'ime izzit?" he yawns loudly.

"9:30," Noah states, matter-of-factly.

"Shit," Mokuba slurs. After a few moments, he drags himself from the bed and stumbles into the bathroom, Noah admiring his trim form along the way.

They hadn't ventured beyond oral sex last night, but Noah could tell Mokuba was open to the possibilities.

"Next time," he whispers to himself as he starts getting dressed.

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After getting chewed out by his manager for arriving at 11:00 am for a shift that started at 8:00 am, Mokuba flops down at his desk to sort through his inbox, e-mails and voice messages.

"Mr. Sato is going to burst a vessel," he'd complained in the limo as he and Noah made their way to work.

"I could tell Takeshi you were working on a special project for me," Noah had offered.

"No, that's okay," he'd declined. Sleeping with the boss was one thing, using it for his own gain at work was something else. Not that they were actually sleeping together…yet.

The thought of Noah squirming beneath him brings a lewd grin to his face.

"Next time," he whispers to himself.

The ringing of his desk phone startles him.

"Watanabe," he replies pleasantly after the second ring.

"Mokuba!" Seto calls through the phone, "Where have you been? Are you all right?"

Mokuba hangs his head in shame. He'd forgotten all about Seto when he went to roll around in bed with Noah.

Shit! He can't tell him that! He can't tell him about Noah at all! Not after what happened with Yami. He knows Seto's doing better, but he's not naïve enough to believe his brother is completely fine. His eyes are not as dead as they were, but he's still not back to his old self.

"Mokuba?" Seto calls again and Mokuba can hear the slight distress in his voice.

"I'm here, Seto. Sorry. I was just berating myself for not calling you. I ran into Noah on my way home and we hung out at his place. We stayed up really late and overslept, so I just got in about thirty minutes ago. I'm sorry." It's mostly true. They did stay up late and overslept.

"It's fine, Mokuba," Seto replies. Mokuba knows differently. "Just don't disappear like that, okay?"

"Okay. I'm sorry, Seto. How about I make it up to you with a home cooked meal?"

"Yaki Soba?" he suggests.

"Sure, Seto," Mokuba snickers. "I'll be there at 8:00. I have to go to the store first."

"8:00. Don't forget this time."

"I won't. Bye, Seto."

"Bye, Mokuba."

He sighs deeply, knowing how much it hurt Seto for him to just vanish. Whatever happens between him and Noah from now on, he can't allow his brother to be hurt by his absence again.

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Noah has barely made it into his office and sat down at his desk before Yuuri and Wolf accost him.

"Okay, spill," Yuuri insists, plopping into one of the guest chairs and crossing his arms.

"Yes, please explain to us why you're just getting in, slumlord," Wolf teases, taking the chair beside Yuuri and leaning back expectantly.

"I don't have to explain anything to either of you," he snips, turning away to hide the grin on his face.

"No way," Yuuri mumbles.

"What?" Noah murmurs, still turned away.

"So how far did you and Mokuba go," Wolf smirks, raising an eyebrow.

"How did you…?" Noah starts.

They both smirk at him.

"There's no way you could have figured that out!" he yells.

"Duh!" Yuuri snorts at him. "Both of you arrived at the same time, 'boss-man'."

Noah glares at Yuuri. He swears one day he'll fire him.

"Not to mention the bright red blush on your cheek, which only appears when you think about Mokuba," Wolf intones.

Noah turns his glare to Wolf. One day he'll get rid of them both.

"Don't you two know I could fire you both at a moment's notice," he grumbles.

Incredibly they both burst into laughter.

"You wouldn't dare," Yuuri giggles. "You'd be bored out of your mind if we weren't around."

Noah frowns at Yuuri's accurate assessment.

"Get out!" he yells. "I'll tell you two idiots about it at dinner tonight. My place! 7:30!"

"Alright, alright," Wolf snickers as they stand. "We're leaving, slumlord."

"And don't be late," he yells to their retreating forms.

"With friends like those," he grumbles, opening his laptop and beginning work for the day.

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"S-Seto," he moans, clutching the body above him, who stiffens in response.

"I-I'm not Seto, Yami," the blonde corrects quietly. "I'll never be Seto, no matter how many times you call me by his name."

"Katsuya, I'm sorry."

The tall German pulls away, climbing from the bed to find his clothes.

"You're always sorry, Yami," he accuses, pulling on his pants.

"Katsuya…"

"Don't call me anymore," he whispers, grabbing his shirt and shoes from Yami's bedroom floor and leaving quickly.

"Shit," Yami mumbles to himself.

Rolling over, he stares at the calendar on his dresser. He'll only be in Germany for another two weeks. The mural took a lot less time than he'd planned, so he'd be going back to Japan sooner than expected.

He and Katsuya had been together almost two of his three months in Germany and Yami was actually entertaining the idea of taking him back to Japan.

Though he did have that problem with remembering Katsuya's name during sex…

Why was he even bothering? None of them really meant anything to him. Not Katsuya. Not Vivian. Not Mai. Not Valon. Not even Leon von Schroeder who'd offered to leave his wife for him!

They weren't Seto.

But he can't have Seto anymore. Even if he could somehow gather the strength to return to his true love's arms, why would Seto take him back? What could he offer as proof of his love? As proof he'd stay forever?

Nothing. He'd severed the tie to his soul's mate forever.

"Shit!" he curses into the pillow.

Finally dragging himself from the bed, he slumps into the shower, clinging to the one happiness left in his life right now.

At least he'll make it to Seto's graduation.