Warning! Of YuugixMokuba sexual situation.
(Movies and Reflection)
Mokuba giggled as he watched Jounouchi and Honda start wrestling on the floor. He had no clue what they were arguing about; their words had become so garbled together that one voice was nearly indistinguishable from the other. Anzu was chuckling, thumbing through a book from her place at Yuugi's desk. The five teens had been sitting in Yuugi's room for nearly half an hour; they were supposed to be making plans to go do something, but—obviously—they had gotten nowhere.
"You two are so dumb sometimes," Anzu said, not looking up from the paperback. "Do you realize that in some animal societies that might be considered a mating ritual?" Both boys on the floor stopped and looked up at her.
Honda was the first to speak, "Anzu… sometimes you're disturbing."
"Besides, if it were a mating ritual, those two would be doing it," Jounouchi said, jerking a thumb toward where Mokuba and Yuugi were sitting on the bed. Mokuba was leaning against Yuugi completely innocently; at Jounouchi's words, he blushed and examined his hands, a small smile on his face. He didn't think he would ever get used to Jounouchi's dirty jokes.
"Jou!" Yuugi said, his cheeks turning pink. Jounouchi protested as Anzu threw the paperback at him and accused him of being insensitive.
"I was just kidding, they know that!" he protested, trying to duck behind Honda. "Right, Yuugi?"
Yuugi was laughing. "Sure, Jou."
"Then call her off!"
Mokuba laughed as Anzu made a face at him and called Jounouchi something he would never repeat, even if Seto wasn't around. She moved from the chair and sat down on the bed beside Mokuba. "Wow, you're blushing bright," she said, almost in awe. "Look at that, Jounouchi; he's red as a cherry!"
"At his age, he should be," Jounouchi said with a raised eyebrow and a cocky grin. Mokuba's eyes widened and he covered his mouth, but he was grinning at the humor of it; Anzu had walked right into that one, even if it was at his expense. Anzu kicked Jounouchi, frowning slightly.
"That was horrible! You are so dumb sometimes." Yuugi had fallen back onto his bed laughing.
"Everyone else thought it was funny, even Mokuba!" Jounouchi protested.
"He's right," Honda piped up in Jounouchi's defense, wide grin on his face. "Look at him."
Anzu did look at him, and Mokuba moved his hand, exposing his grin. She rolled her eyes. "Why do I bother with you guys; I swear you have the more idiotic sense of humor." Yuugi bounced up and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
"Because we're your best friends!" he said brightly, and Anzu patted his arm affectionately. Jounouchi and Honda gave their agreement and went back to fighting on the floor.
Mokuba's smile stayed on his face, but he felt a pang of jealousy as he watched Yuugi hugging Anzu. Yuugi and Anzu were just friends, after all; he had no reason to be jealous because Yuugi was hugging a friend. But that didn't change the fact that he was just a little envious to see his boyfriend showering such affection on someone else. The feeling soon passed as Yuugi bounced over to him, tackling him down and tickling him. Mokuba laughed and writhed beneath the older boy, making feeble protests and trying unsuccessfully to retaliate. Finally, Yuugi stopped, leaning down and kissing his forehead. Mokuba smiled goofily… and then noticed that they were being watched; Jounouchi was smirking at them.
"No, go ahead," he urged, obviously fighting laughter. "It was getting good."
"Pervert," Mokuba said. The room filled with laughter and Mokuba propped himself up on his elbows, scooting out from beneath Yuugi and sitting up. He thought about the whole situation that lead him to saying the word "pervert," remembering back to when he had first kissed Yuugi 3 weeks ago. To think that he almost didn't say anything… True, he was still nervous around Yuugi; being younger made him feel somewhat inferior, not to mention that at times he felt like a swooning schoolgirl. It embarrassed him. And yet Yuugi was amazingly patient with him, and he never made any comments about Mokuba's embarrassment and shyness.
Mokuba was jarred from his thoughts by a gentle jab to the belly. Mokuba shook himself and looked at the poker, who happened to be Jounouchi.
Jounouchi was asking, "Will that be okay with your brother?"
"Will what be okay with my brother?" Mokuba asked in confusion.
"If you could go to a movie tonight," Yuugi explained, ruffling Mokuba's hair affectionately. Mokuba sighed contentedly, unconsciously leaning into the touch. "Will Kaiba mind?"
Mokuba shrugged. "I'll go call him." He hopped off the bed and went downstairs to use the phone.
2 hours later, they found themselves sitting along the back row of the movie theater, 30 minutes into the worst movie Mokuba had ever seen. Then again, he was frustrated before the movie started; first they had to prove that both Yuugi and Mokuba were old enough to be going to the movie, and then when Yuugi hugged Mokuba, someone made a comment about "public indecency." He leaned against Yuugi, considering the idea of using him as a human pillow, and made a mental note never to let Jounouchi pick out the movie ever again. He heard Yuugi mumble something, reaching up and gently rubbing the back of Mokuba's neck. Mokuba resisted the urge to purr. The armrest between their seats dug uncomfortably into Mokuba's side, but he wouldn't have moved for anything at that moment, feeling like a contented kitten. Mokuba bit back a surprised yelp as he felt Yuugi nibbling gently on his ear lobe, and then sighed, sinking down a bit in his seat and moving so that his neck wasn't at such an odd angle. Yuugi took that as invitation to trail kisses down along Mokuba's cheek, and Mokuba took the hint easily enough. He turned into Yuugi's kisses; Yuugi framed the side of Mokuba's face with one hand and kissed him, tongue gently demanding entry to Mokuba's mouth. Mokuba hesitantly complied, pushing nervousness aside as he let Yuugi lead him; there he was, receiving his first French kiss in the back of a movie theater… life was surprising him more and more lately.
"Yuugi!" Mokuba heard Anzu hiss from her seat beside Yuugi. "Not in public!" Mokuba almost found it amusing that she sounded like a mother scolding a child. Mokuba mourned the loss of Yuugi's lips as the other teen moved away, caressing Mokuba's cheek. Mokuba impulsively leaned forward, capturing Yuugi in another kiss. Yuugi's hand moved to the back of Mokuba's neck, dominating the kiss once again and ignoring Anzu's feeble protests.
"Come here," Yuugi murmured against his lips, his voice low and lusty. Mokuba wasn't sure that he quite understood what Yuugi meant, but Anzu's protests were kindled anew.
"Someone will see you two; can't you save this for private? And you'll miss the movie," she whispered urgently.
Yuugi justified, "Movie sucks." He grabbed Mokuba's wrist and tugged on it. Mokuba awkwardly let himself be led so that he was sitting sideways on Yuugi's lap. Almost immediately, Yuugi's lips went to Mokuba's neck, gently kissing and nibbling on the flesh. Mokuba tilted his head, giving Yuugi better access, stifling a moan. Anzu had give up arguing with Yuugi and was instead watching the movie intently, as though she was deliberately avoiding looking at the two teenagers. Mokuba's eyes fluttered shut as he focused completely on the feeling on Yuugi's lips moving on his neck. His breath hitched and he felt a familiar hardening between his legs. Impatiently Mokuba moved, leaning in to kiss Yuugi. Yuugi returned the kiss feverishly, one hand rubbing small circles on Mokuba's lower back. Mokuba shifted, and he suddenly became very aware of Yuugi's arousal pressing against his leg. He was both proud that he was the direct cause of that, and frightened. It occurred to him that everything happening at that moment could eventually led to some sort of overtly sexual encounter… and Mokuba wasn't sure he was ready for that. He mentally swore at himself; why the hell had he gone willingly into Yuugi's lap if he was just going to get scared? Damn, he could be so stupid sometimes! He stiffened, and Yuugi seemed to sense his indecision, breaking the kiss.
"It's okay," he said quietly, and Mokuba simply stared, shocked by the way Yuugi was looking at him. Mokuba didn't see any anger.
"How can you not be mad?" Mokuba asked. He felt like a tease, kissing and sighing, and then getting cold feet.
Yuugi smiled softly. "Why would I be?"
Mokuba felt a small sigh of relief escape him, and he cuddled up against Yuugi, laying his head on the older teen's shoulder and fixing his attention on the movie. "What's going on?"
Yuugi admitted, "I have no clue." Mokuba giggled and rested against Yuugi, content for the moment.
Yuugi was half-asleep, curled under his blankets. Yami was content to let the little one sleep despite the fact that he was restless; he respected his vessel's need to rest. Still, that didn't stop him from pacing… well, pacing as much as a spirit could pace. After all, the only person who could see him moving was Yuugi, considering that most of the time he was little more than a specter, projected from the boy's mind.
It had bothered him, the whole episode in the movie theater… For several reasons; partially because there was something erotic about his hikari and Mokuba going at it in the back of a movie theater (and the fact that some of Yuugi's feelings had bled over to him hadn't helped), but also because he knew that if the elder Kaiba had been there… Yami didn't know why the brunet haunted his thoughts, but haunt them the male did, and he found the idea of the other boy being upset very disturbing.
"You want him, right?" Yuugi murmured; Yami stared at the boy's form. "You can't keep secrets from me, Yami."
Yami nodded and smiled ruefully. "There's something about him…"
"Then have him."
Yami sat down and said exasperatedly, "It's not that easy; you know that Yuugi."
Yuugi groaned and rolled onto his back. "Talk about it; it'll make you feel better, and maybe it'll help you sort out your feelings."
"I'll be disrupting your sleep."
"I can feel when you move, Yami; if you don't get this off your chest I won't get any sleep." Yuugi looked very pointedly at Yami, and Yami couldn't deny that he was right.
"It's just that… almost every time I've seen him, he's always been very arrogant and full of himself… And that night I saw him at the park, he wasn't on guard or cocky… he just seemed weary, and sad. He didn't have his usual air of being able to control the world with the click of a button; he seemed beautifully ordinary."
Yuugi chuckled. "Sounds like you've been checking him out for a while now."
If Yami had a body, he would have blushed. "Well, we seem to run into him constantly; you can't deny he's good on the eyes."
"I can too; he's too tall," Yuugi commented with a roll of his eyes. "I'm beginning to suspect you're a little boy-crazy; didn't you just tell me the other day that some other guy was hot? The one on that band's poster…?"
Yami was said defensively, "That's different; pictures are one thing, but to be attracted to someone you know… who is all too distant to ever be approached…" Yami sighed. "I'm hopeless."
Yuugi retorted, "You're not hopeless; you're pessimistic. Just go for it."
Yami looked at Yuugi with a raised eyebrow. "Have you met Kaiba recently, Yuugi? He's not exactly the friendliest person to approach. Besides, there's also the issue of physical being… mainly that I don't have one."
"So? You use mine all the time; how would this be different?"
"Can you imagine explaining that to Seto? To Mokuba? Just imagine if, and this is all very unlikely and hypothetical, Mokuba were to see me with Seto; could you explain that to him? Even if they did understand, would they be able to accept it?"
Yuugi bit his lip. "I'll talk to Mokuba about it. But I hate when you're unhappy like this; I can feel it. It hurts." Yuugi's voice was filled with genuine emotion, and Yami had to smile at his hikari.
"Thank you. Get some sleep, little one."
Yuugi nodded and retreated back under his covers, and his soft snores soon filled the room.
- author's thoughts... -
Yes!! I was really excited to write a YuugixMokuba make-out scene. And hopefully this whole concept of Yami obsessed with Seto isn't coming off as too ludicrous...