(Makeup and Leather)
Yuugi knew he had been with Yami a little too long when he began to pace the room just as Yami would, waiting for Mokuba to respond to what he had just said. Mokuba was staring; his face portrayed his contemplation, and all Yuugi could do was wait quietly. He had tried his best to make sure Mokuba understood, to make sure Mokuba knew it wasn't him who wanted Seto: it was Yami. Damn, he was moving around so much that he was making himself nervous! Yuugi forced himself to sit at his desk chair, leaving Mokuba sitting alone on the bed. He stared at the boy, waiting for an answer. After what felt like an eternity, Mokuba looked up, and their eyes locked.
"I think…" He paused, and the silence was enough to make Yuugi want to shout just to fill it. "…that it's terrific." He was beaming at Yuugi.
Yuugi's mouth almost fell open in shock. He hadn't really expected that Mokuba would understand, and he certainly hadn't expected Mokuba to be quite so excited…
"Really?"
Mokuba stood and walked over to Yuugi, dropping into his lap and wrapping his arms around the other boy's neck, letting them rest gently on his shoulders. The action caught Yuugi off-guard; Mokuba usually wasn't so open to crawling all over Yuugi. "I understand. You are one person, and Yami is another… who has the same body. It just happened that Yami wants my brother."
"That doesn't worry you?" Yuugi asked, surprised. "I mean... it could lead to all sorts of misunderstandings."
Mokuba smiled and said, "Nah, I can tell when it's you. Like I just said, you're two different people." He gave Yuugi a quick kiss. "And Seto needs someone. Anyone. He doesn't like when I hug him anymore, and he needs some affection or he's going to… detach. I love him too much to see him do that." He kissed Yuugi again, and then said in a secretive and excited tone, "I just had the best idea."
"Hm?" Yuugi asked with a lazy grin, his mind already falling into the gutter and mulling over what idea Mokuba could have cooked up; lately it seemed Mokuba was being naughtier than Yuugi had originally realized.
"We should hook them up." Yuugi blinked. Damn. Not quite what he had been hoping for.
"Oh?" he said with a raised eyebrow; he felt Yami's interest perk up in the back of his mind.
"Yea!" Mokuba said excitedly, obviously enjoying the idea of playing cupid. He reached over Yuugi to the desk, grabbing for a pencil and paper. "I know Seto best, and you know Yami best; between the two of us we can compare them and come up with the best way to bring them together."
Yuugi went to stand, and Mokuba hopped off his lap. Yuugi went to the bed, laying out on his back while Mokuba sat the desk looking back at him.
"So, come on, tell me something about Yami that might help me out," he demanded, pencil poised over paper.
"Well…" Yuugi thought for a moment. "He kind of likes guys in make-up."
"Hey!" Yami shouted from his ethereal position in Yuugi's consciousness. "Don't tell him that!"
Yuugi grinned at Yami's reaction. Suddenly, the idea of setting Seto and Yami up was more fun.
"Make-up?" Mokuba asked, a stunned look on his face.
"Yea!" Yuugi said with a mischievous grin. "Nothing too girly, but he thinks there's something hot about it when its done right."
Yami growled. "See if I talk to you ever again, Yuugi Motou!"
"Well, there's not a chance in hell we're getting Seto to wear make-up; we'll need something else."
"Hm," Yuugi said. "Well, he also had this thing for leather. Not necessarily kinky-at least, not that he's told me-but you know… the way leather clings and all…"
"Keep talking, aibou," Yami said, is voice falsely sweet. "Wait! Why don't I tell Mokuba all these things?"
"Hey!" Yuugi said out loud, confusing Mokuba. "That's a great idea!" Mokuba closed his eyes against a bright light, and when he opened them again, Yami was sitting there, wicked grin on his face.
"Hi, Yami!" Mokuba said. "Erm..." There was something strange about knowing that the person in front of him was someone else yet looked so much like his boyfriend. "Any thoughts?"
Yami beckoned him closer, his grin still wide as ever. Mokuba went over, confused. When he was close enough, Yami said, "One night, Yuugi had a dream about you in a schoolgirl uniform." Mokuba's mouth fell open and he blushed, turning away from Yami. When he looked back to say something, Yami was gone and Yuugi had returned, looking flustered and embarrassed. His eyes were wide, and Mokuba smiled.
"Schoolgirl uniform?" he asked. "A princess, I might understand…"
"Well, I… Um…" He swore. "I am going to kick Yami's ass."
"Ha!" Yami taunted. "I want to see you try without hurting yourself." Yuugi could imagine the ancient Pharaoh sticking out his tongue, and he couldn't help but smile; oh, if his subjects could only see him now…
Mokuba was graceful enough to change the subject. "I think we might actually have something on that leather fetish; Seto actually has a pair of leather pants."
"Seriously?" Yuugi asked. "Why?"
Mokuba shrugged. "I found them in his closet once; he told me to forget about it."
"Hmm… Well, Yami also likes sex in bathrooms."
Mokuba blush deepened visibly at the mention of sex, and Yami retorted, "Why don't we tell him what you do in the bathroom?"
"Stop that!" Yuugi protested internally. "We're trying to help."
"You're having fun at my expense."
Yuugi ignored Yami. "But of course, he just likes your brother as he is, so we won't need to do anything special to get Yami's interest. What about Kaiba; what sort of boys catch his eye?"
It was Mokuba's turn to sit in deep thought. "He never shows much interest in men around me…"
"Is he even into men?" Yuugi asked; in all their scheming, they seemed to have forgotten that crucial factor...
Mokuba nodded and the blush that had begun to fade returned full-force. "You should see some of the stuff on his computer."
Yuugi's eyes widened as he stifled a laugh. "Kaiba? With porn? I never would have guessed!" He looked at Mokuba. "How do you know about the porn on his computer?"
"I was using it for a school project, and opened the wrong folder…" Mokuba thought again. "My only guess is that he likes his men naked."
Yuugi burst out laughing. "Don't we all," he murmured. "In summary, we have no clue what to do?"
Mokuba blushed. "Maybe we aren't the best at hooking them up…"
"Actually, we can do it the easiest." Yuugi paused. "You know, Yami, I think it's best that we kept this from you too. In all fairness, Kaiba isn't hearing any of this."
"What!" Yuugi had blocked the spirit before he could say anything else. "Anyway," Yuugi continued to Mokuba, "I come over-which is completely normal-and then while I'm there, I corner Kaiba and send Yami out."
Mokuba looked shocked. "It's so simple that it might work."
I find myself slightly concerned that in the humor (or intended humor) of this part, some of the mood of the story is lost. I hope not; I think I originally intended for "Third Grade Logic" to come out with a little more humor in it, but it… just got serious without asking me first. Honestly, how rude of it. XD But I did try to bring some humor into it; I think I was going to choke if I didn't take a break from angst and all that jazz. So, I had just a little fun with Yami and Yuugi there… *titter*