Chapter Summary: Amelda is still excited about the news he has received.
Much to Kaiba's anoyance, that is.
Though things are hardly improving when his little brother shows up in his study, a suggestive smile contorting his face...

Dartz would be attending the presentation.

Amelda's heart still skipped a beat did he dare think about it.
His master would see him.
And he would be proud of him…

Kaiba didn't turn at the envying sigh that had escaped the uncommonly distracted Hanako Sotha.
For the fifth time this morning; he added mentally.
He watched out of the corner of his eyes, as the normally stone-faced, emotionless secretary patted her desk clumsily, presumably looking for the files she had handed him ten minutes ago.
Blushing like a schoolgirl.

Kaiba harrumphed.
Perhaps the weekend hadn't been such a good idea after all, since…
Well, of course he hadn't missed out on the latest gossip.
Rumours were spreading concerning Hanako's love life…
Or how she was seemingly broadening her horizon gender-wise.

Kaiba didn't turn as a badly put together paper stack formed a landslide and sent files and pencils tumbling down.
On the usually tidy desk, with pens arranged by size and sticky notes sorted by colour, mind you.

Miss Sotha gave an embarrassed smile before she disappeared beneath her table.

It was still striking Kaiba as odd.
And who would have thought that…Hanako Sotha…divorced Hanako Sotha was apparently not preferring one sex over the other.

Kaiba rolled his eyes as Miss Sotha bumped her head on the table while getting up.
Saying that the love crazed shell of a secretary didn't bother him would be a lie.
And so was saying he was content with the secret investigations outcome.
Kaiba drummed his fingers on the desk.

He was at a loss and it made him furious.
He still had been unable to detect who was selling information to SchröderCorporation, yet Isono had advised him to reconsider before sacking half his employees as a precaution.
And his until now partner in crime was incapacitated due to her suddenly blooming homosexuality.
Unfortunately he hadn't found out who Miss Sotha was secretly drooling over.
Yet.

"Ehm, excuse me…"

There was a knock at the slightly ajar door.
Ah, his tailor.

"Come in," Kaiba commanded and continued his work.

It was only a matter of time until Miss Sotha's crush would be revealed.
And then he would have a little chat with the woman in question. Like, how disregarding her own sexual preferences and accepting Hanako's affection would result in a pay rise, hence rejecting it would end her career at KaibaCorporation.
Hell, she only would have to endure it until this stupid product launch was over; he just couldn't risk a gloomy, heartbroken Miss Sotha at this difficult time.
And if the woman she loved was declining his offer…well, he could still tie her to Miss Sotha's bed, but that would probably be a bit too drastic…

"I just wanted to…"
The tailor cleared her throat.

Kaiba looked up.

She was blushing; bubbling over with excitement and failed miserably at hiding it.
"Have you made your choice yet?"

Of course, Miss Sotha's dress.
Kaiba searched his files for the drafts.
With his tailor going into retirement, his until now apprentice had been offered the chance to design the dress Miss Sotha would be wearing while conducting the presentation.
Some sort of final exam before the tailor would officially replace her old master.
She was talented, no doubt about that. She had come up with the Blue-Eyes-White-Dragon-Dress after all...

Kaiba scanned the drawings.
He cast a quick glance at Miss Sotha who was staring out of the window, an unstable pyramid rising out of her tea as she placed sugar cube upon sugar cube absentmindedly.

He reconsidered this.
Well, well, what seemed to be the most uncomfortable to wear…?

"…I can't wait to show you. I'm sure you'll like it…"

Mokuba nodded without having heard the question.
If it even had been a question.
But he nodded as a precaution, not to arise any suspicion.
Good, Vanja had continued talking; Mokuba relaxed a little.
It wasn't as if he didn't want to pay attention to what his friend was saying, he simply couldn't.
All his strength was needed to stay calm and composed and act like nothing had happened.
Fortunately Vanja couldn't see his cheeks glowing through the bandages.
Or the strange facial expression frozen in a forced smile he was wearing.
Or his shaking hands.

Mokuba took a deep breath, yet all it did was making his heart skip a beat.
He just couldn't forget what he had seen, the scenes he had witnessed replaying in his mind over and over again.

Mokuba peeked carefully around the corner.
No one in sight.
He breathed out and scurried almost soundlessly along the corridor.
It wasn't as if he was doing anything illegal.
Not really, anyway.
He just happened to…well, he didn't like the look the nurse at the reception tended to shoot him, and so he had sneaked past her.
It was none of her business why he visited his *heart-skips-a-beat* friend this often.
And now he felt cool and daring.
And pretty stupid too as soon as another nurse had come in sight.
He smiled at him briefly before he disappeared around the next corner.
But Mokuba couldn't hide his excitement.
He was no longer sticking to his 'Thursday only' visit. Seto had found out about his non-existing class; well he must have by now, Mokuba was sure of that.
Still he hadn't objected to him more or less secretly sneaking away, considering he was borrowing one of his chauffeurs.
So he was probably ok with that, Mokuba guessed.

Oh God, that was the receptionist's voice, wasn't it?
She hadn't seen him, had she?
Mokuba darted for the door, opened it just about enough as to slip inside and closed it almost soundlessly.
She surely hadn't been aware of him disappearing into this room.
Neither was Miruko.

Mokuba looked up.
His best friend was sitting on the bed, one hand gripping the sheets while his other hand…
Mokuba blushed and looked away inevitably, yet his treacherous gaze drifted back to the intimate play taking place beneath the covers.
He saw the hand disappearing and reappearing, rhythmically stroking the hidden member.
Vanja looked strained, well just so much as Mokuba could tell, with the bandages on.
But there was somewhat a hint of relaxation blending in.
Vanja looked agitated.
Aroused, Mokuba thought and blushed to a darker shade of red.
To his embarrassment, Mokuba had to admit that he had fantasized about Vanja masturbating, though under different circumstances.
Well, it was more complicated than that: while imagining Vanja masturbating in front of him was much of a turn on while he was jacking off himself (but while being horny what isn't?), after he had finished he always felt somewhat ashamed, if not to say guilty about it.
Was it all right to fantasize about his best friend having an orgasm?
Was it normal to ask yourself if he'd do it with his right or left hand?
If he would pant or moan?
Picturing his passionate self-service, the deep moans, his sweat glistening skin…
But never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined to…well, actually see it.
And here he was now.
Standing in the hospital room with Vanja oblivious to his presence, fighting off the urge to reach for his own crotch.
Reason kicked in.
He shouldn't be watching him like this. He should leave. Right now!
But what if he heard me closing the door, allurement, which was enjoying the show, commented.
Right, he would know that someone had been watching him and knowing Vanja, he would probably feel ashamed.

So Mokuba stayed and watched in excitement.
He had surrendered to the urge of feeling himself up, it had been a futile attempt to oppose it.
But he was stroking himself carefully, almost shyly and breathing as shallowly as possible, not to be heard.
Vanja on the other hand was a little moaner. Yet he buried his face in the duvet whenever he was unable to hold back any longer, afraid someone might hear what indecent entertainment he was giving in to.
The sight of his secret crush writhing and moving in ecstasy was spurring Mokuba further on.
Vanja was gripping the sheets tighter as he bucked his hips, thrusting into his hand.
And Mokuba felt like he was about to faint as he daren't breathe out anymore. He knew all that would escape his lips was going to be a lewd moan.
All of a sudden Vanja had stopped and Mokuba had let go of his own member as his heartbeat had jolted to a halt.
He hadn't heard him had he?

Yet what Mokuba had mistaken for the end of the lewd display, was actually the summit Vanja was about to reach.
Still unsure whether he had been found out, Mokuba watched as Vanja's body moved rhythmically under the final strokes, seemingly painfully slow, as Vanja was forcing himself to go at a more relaxed pace.
Vanja buried his face in his duvet as he panted and moaned unabashedly, his body shaking under the anticipated release.

And Mokuba had been unable to do anything, but watch and feel his own member staining his boxer briefs.

Vanja had ceased talking again, an answer was probably expected.
"Sure," Mokuba tried and fortunately it had done the trick.
Slowly it was dawning on him what had happened and how utterly stupid he had been.
What if a nurse had walked in on him with his pants down, watching his friend masturbating?
What if Vanja had heard him and removed his bandages?
God, he was so ashamed of himself.

"You seem a bit distracted, are you not feeling well?"

Mokuba had tried ducking under Vanja's hand but it had taken him too long to assemble mentally what his friend had just been saying.

"You're practically glowing, are you sure I shouldn't call a doctor?"

"No I…" Mokuba croaked before he cleared his throat and continued in a more normal voice, "No, thank you…I'm alright…it's nothing, really…"

The scenes he had witnessed were still replaying in his mind long after he had reached his home.

Mokuba sighed.
The guilt had been replaced by satisfaction.
The nagging uncertainty by contentment.
For a short interval inner peace ruled over the love-crazed teenage wreck of a brain.
He sighed again as he turned the page in his book forlornly, oblivious to the annoyed gaze of his brother resting on him.

Kaiba sat back.
Why, he did enjoy his little brother paying him a visit in his study, yet today his brotherly love was put to the test.
The dreamy gaze he would have been able to overlook; even the satisfied broad grin, that made him wish he had had this talk about protection and STDs with Mokuba he was constantly postponing, he would have been able to ignore.
But it was this constant enrapt sighing that was really getting on his nerves.

Another sigh followed, this time however it originated from the other corner of the room where Miss Sotha was sitting at her desk making more mistakes while trying to correct some.

Another sigh, only to be seemingly answered by another from the opposite side of the room.

When his study had become home to two love-stricken lovebirds was beyond Kaiba's understanding.
And the cooing was really getting on his nerves.

Another sigh made his head shoot up.
And for a very brief moment he considered doing the only merciful thing, hence knocking Mokuba's and Miss Sotha's heads together so he could continue his work in peace.