Crud
Pairing: Yugi Mokuba
Warnings: Yaoi, lime
Summary: They were caught. Only one word was going through their minds: Shit.
A/N: We're gonna say that Mokuba is eighteen and Yugi is twenty-three just so it's not illegal.
Disclaimer I am not Kazuki Takashi, therefore I do not own YuGiOh!
Dedicated to Kuro Ookami Hatake
Yugi moaned at the suckling on his earlobe. Damn. How did Mokuba always find his boyfriend's most sensitive areas?
When the gray-eyed teenager's mouth moved back to Yugi's to plunder the moist cavern, the Game King decided he didn't really care…
Mokuba shivered as Yugi's fingers ventured under his shirt and trailed over the hidden skin. Those talented fingers tweaked the younger teen's nipples and Mokuba moaned before deepening the kiss.
Once air became scarce the pair parted and panted for breath. "I missed you," Mokuba breathed.
Yugi rolled his eyes, "Yes, considering we haven't seen each other for all of one day."
"Twenty-four hours is a long time!" Mokuba insisted.
Yugi just laughed at him. Growling, the younger Kaiba felt the need to defend himself, "I'm a hormonal teenager. To my age group twenty-four hours might as well be a month."
Yugi just laughed harder, biting his lip to stop himself, upon seeing his seme's scowl. "Sorry," he murmured, not sounding sorry in the slightest.
"No you're not. But I'm going to ignore it," Mokuba decided. "Now take your shirt off, I hate it when you wear turtlenecks."
"You know," Yugi began as the pair removed the offending article, "if it weren't for you, I wouldn't need to wear them."
Mokuba grinned at the newly exposed collection of hickeys dotting the smaller male's neck, "Is it my fault you taste so good?"
"Whatever," Yugi said, tugging at his boyfriend's own shirt. Once the garment joined the other one on the floor, the uke took the time to appreciate the view.
Damn. The last seven years had been good to Mokuba. A nice caramel tan and a ripped torso, Yugi licked his lips. Positively delicious.
While Mokuba turned his attention to the expanse of his companion's neck, Yugi ran his hands through the other's untamable mane and moaned with pleasure.
Catching sight of a clock Yugi began to wonder if he should leave. It was nearing midnight and Kaiba was bound to be home soon. While Yugi wasn't fond of sneaking around he had acquiesced to Mokuba's desire to keep their relationship a secret for the time being.
"Mokuba, it's getting late…"
"So?"
"You're brother's going to be home soon, isn't he?"
The college student froze. "Oh sh-"
"Mokuba!" called the distinct voice of Kaiba Corp's CEO. "I'm home!"
Like a pair of horny deer in the headlights, the two couldn't move as their doom came closer and closer to the living room. They were caught. Only one word was going through their minds: shit.
Thud!
The guilty parties looked up into the face of Seto Kaiba. Jaw dropped, eyes wide, and his metal briefcase on the floor he stood in the living room doorway, in shock.
"Umm," Mokuba started, "hi, Seto…. Uh… you know my boyfriend, Yugi?"
"Hi… Kaiba," Yugi offered.
The brunette blinked once. Twice. Three times. Then fell over in a dead faint. The sight of his rival and precious little brother both shirtless and obviously having been making out overloaded the poor man's brain.
"Well," Mokuba began, "that went better than expected."
-OWARI-