Warning! Of implied YuugixMokuba sexual situation.
Reminder; this is the other editted chapter. Full version to be found at AdultFanFiction.net or MediaMiner.org or my website. ^^
(Together At Last)
Mokuba stretched out on the couch and yawned, slowly waking up.
"Good morning!" Yuugi said brightly. Mokuba jumped in shock and somehow fell off the couch, landing on the floor with a loud thump.
"You're here early," Mokuba said groggily, sitting up and rubbing his eyes against the bright light. Why was the sun so bright so early?
"No I'm not, you slept late; it's nearly 10!"
Mokuba smiled sheepishly. "Oh. I was up late watching a movie."
Yuugi grinned. "What kind of movie?" He wiggled his eyebrows, and Mokuba blushed.
"Not THAT sort of movie, pervert," Mokuba said. "Action film."
Yuugi laughed. "Whatever you say. Either way, you're going to be sore when school starts."
The blunt reminder of school made Mokuba groan. Summer was nearing it's close; it was hard to imagine that less than one month and a half ago he had kissed Yuugi, and a little more than two weeks ago his brother and Yami had hooked up… it was enough to make Mokuba's head spin. Amazing, really. When school had ended, he thought the summer vacation would be dull as always…
Suddenly his stomach rumbled, pulling him back to the present. "Hey, you want to go somewhere for lunch? I'd say we could eat here, but most our food is healthy." Mokuba crinkled his nose.
"Lunch? Its not even noon yet."
"But," Mokuba set to explain, "I still have to shower, get dressed, let Seto know I'm leaving, plus by the time we actually find the driver… it'll be close to lunch time."
Yuugi blinked a few times. "That makes sense." He paused and then added mischievously, "So, should I wait here, or would you like help showering?"
Mokuba blushed straight to his ears and he smiled shyly, looking down at the floor. "No, I can shower on my own… you could stay here, or wait in my room, or something."
Yuugi still had that smile on his face, the smile that usually was accompanied by some dirty thought or action that would have Mokuba blushing (not to mention hot and bothered) for hours afterwards. Sure enough, Yuugi was quick to respond, "What about in the bathroom?" Mokuba stared, and Yuugi hastily added, "Just for conversation. I won't peek."
Mokuba's blush seemed to burn hotter, but coyly he said, "Okay." Not sure what else to say he led the way to the bathroom, trying not to let his nerves to get to him, conscious as he was of the fact that Yuugi was just a few paces behind him. He wasn't sure what was so unnerving about the situation. After all, he and Yuugi had been together for a while, but they hadn't really done anything, at least nothing so extreme to involve any clothes coming off. Mokuba hated that he was afraid; it didn't seem right.
He lingered when he reached the door. "Uh, Yuugi, could you wait here a moment? I have to… um…"
"Oh!" Yuugi said. He flushed in embarrassment, and leaned against the wall. "I can wait." Mokuba didn't keep Yuugi waiting long before he opened the door. A million thoughts seemed to running through his head, and it was difficult to grasp just one. What was he thinking, letting Yuugi in the bathroom? Was he looking for a reason to take off his clothes? And, god forbid, what if Seto found out? He tried to gather his feelings as he ran the water, testing it to make sure it wasn't too hot or too cold; after three tries and fiddling with the knob a little bit, he finally got it right.
It was too quiet. He turned to say something - anything - to Yuugi; he was surprised to find that Yuugi was already turned around, leaning against the corner. "Are you okay?" Mokuba asked; he couldn't see Yuugi's face, but the stance looked weary.
"Giving you privacy to get in," Yuugi said, and he sounded almost bouncy. Mokuba wondered why he hadn't thought of that.
"Oh. Thanks," Mokuba said appreciatively, blushing as he undressed. Sure, Yuugi wasn't looking at him, but that fact remained that he was in the room… it made him feel a little vulnerable. He stepped into the shower quickly, closing the shower curtain behind him.
Yuugi glanced over his shoulder when he heard the shower curtain slide closed - characterized by the scraping of metal rings along the shower rod -, assuming that Mokuba was in the shower. He was right.
For lack of anywhere else to sit, Yuugi jumped up on the counter, trying to think of something to say. When he had suggested the idea of keep Mokuba company in the shower, he hadn't expected it to be as awkward was it was. It was hard to concentrate on conversation when he was constantly distracted by Mokuba's movements behind the semi-translucent shower curtain. Despite the fact that all he could see where those vague and distorted motions, Yuugi couldn't pull his eyes away: where distortion blurred Yuugi's vision of Mokuba, his mind filled in the blanks. He was starting to feel like a bit of pervert as he thought that if he were to go over, pull back that curtain, there would be no distortion and nothing to the imagination, just Mokuba nude and soaked. He flushed as Mokuba spoke, the younger boy apparently taking the initiative to start conversation.
"This is odd," Mokuba said. "I haven't had anyone in the bathroom like this since I was old enough to start showering myself."
Yuugi smiled, pulling his eyes from the shower and closing them. "When you were younger did Kaiba keep someone on staff just to bathe you?" He was actually amused at the possibility that someone could be paid for that; hell, he would have applied if he had gotten the opportunity.
Mokuba replied, "No, when I was still a small kid Seto took care of stuff like that himself." Yuugi's amusement ebbed; Mokuba's nostalgic tone caught him by surprise, and he was fascinated by it. "He's actually more loving that anyone knows; he just hides it well," Mokuba continued. "Some idea he has about weakness."
Yuugi nodded. "He's very protective of you."
There was a pause from Mokuba, and a strange fragrance filled the air. Yuugi looked back to the shower to see that Mokuba was washing his hair. Well, more accurately, he deduced that Mokuba was washing his hair from the combination of movement and scent. He was so enthralled that he jumped when Mokuba suddenly asked, "What did he say to you?"
"Hmm?"
"That day in the kitchen; I always wondered what he said to you."
Yuugi's smile returned as he remembered Seto's glares and sandwich-throwing tactics. "He made it clear that if I hurt you, he'd make my life a living hell."
"Damn. He didn't need to do that. You can't hurt me." Yuugi didn't understand what Mokuba meant, but the younger boy elaborated before Yuugi could ask. His tone was strangely calm as he said, "Sure, you might leave, but that's inevitable; be it by death or choice, everyone leaves someday."
Yuugi's stared in astonishment, and when he finally mustered the words to speak, his voice was smaller than usual. "How can you say that calmly, like it's not a big deal?"
"An art learned from Seto. Don't take me wrong, Yuugi; I don't want you to leave… I just accept the fact that I probably can't keep you forever. I'm still a kid, and not many people stay with their first loves forever."
Yuugi stomach tied in knots; he was fairly accustomed to being described with the term "boyfriend" (and even though he had only admitted to Jounouchi, he actually considered it an endearment when Mokuba said it), but Mokuba had never used the words "first love"… or "love" at all, for that matter. It was enough to make Yuugi's pulse quicken, and heat rushed to his cheeks.
"You just might beat the odds." The water suddenly turned off, and Yuugi noticed the shower curtain was opening; he covered his eyes with his hands.
"You don't have to." Mokuba voice was soft but assured. Yuugi looked up slowly, and their eyes met momentarily; it reminded Yuugi of their first kiss, when Mokuba had shyly asked about the nature of Yuugi and Jounouchi's relationship… except Mokuba didn't seem as timid as he had been then. Then Mokuba smiled, and he turned to retrieve his towel from the towel rack.
Yuugi did his best not to ogle the young teen like a pervert, but it was difficult. He felt like some idolater as he gawked, resisting the urge to lick his lips and haul Mokuba back into the shower. Mokuba was sinfully angelic, petite and smooth, and the effect of water on his skin became him. The thought of things Yuugi wouldn't mind doing to Mokuba in the shower was enough to make him blush and grin.
Mokuba was drying his hair, and when he was done, he looked at Yuugi. Yuugi thought it was the cutest sight he had ever seen: Mokuba's thick tresses fell around his face in disarray and big eyes were looking at Yuugi in what seemed to be confusion; he looked younger than thirteen for a moment.
"Did I grab clothes before we came in here?" Oh, that was why he looked confused. Yuugi shook his head, looking to the ground to stop staring. The sight of Mokuba was simply awing him; he hadn't realized that the younger Kaiba could be so breath taking. "Damn," Mokuba swore, wrapping his towel around his waist. He went to the door and peeked out tentatively. Yuugi chuckled softly as Mokuba said, "Coast is clear," and - holding his towel firmly at his waist - ran out the door.
Yuugi took a sip of his drink, deep in thought. Mokuba was contentedly munching on his fries, solely focused on his food. Yuugi was still stuck on the "first love" comment; it still had his heart racing, and it rekindled the blush on Yuugi's face. He never thought he'd be anyone's first love.
"You know," he said candidly, "I remember my first crush."
Mokuba looked up, interest evident in his eyes. "Really?" One fry hung from his mouth, descent disrupted as Mokuba had apparently forgotten about his food, waiting for Yuugi to continue.
Yuugi nodded. "It was Anzu. I thought she was perfect: she was nice to me, funny, assertive, she had dreams…"
"Oh." Mokuba seemed to shrink down in his seat some, and he finished eating the fry in his mouth. Quietly he added, "Sometimes I'm jealous of Anzu."
Yuugi stared, almost unable to grasp that concept. "Jealous? Of Anzu?"
Mokuba nodded, and after popping another fry into his mouth he explained meekly, "You're always really affectionate with her, and you two are closer in age, and she's so damn nice, and you obviously admire her-"
"You're rambling," Yuugi interrupted with a smile. "And it's cute." Mokuba smiled, but he still looked concerned. "You shouldn't be jealous; I'm just friends with Anzu." Yuugi looked around before beckoning Mokuba closer, leaning over the table; Mokuba followed suit. "I'll tell you a secret; maybe it'll put you a little at ease. Don't tell anyone, all right?" Mokuba nodded, and Yuugi continued, "Anzu and I kissed once. It was like kissing a sister… or what I imagine it would be like to kiss a sister if I had one. That was when I got over her. She's a great friend, but... I don't know, I wasn't as fascinated with her after that. And she's sort of tall, at least compared to me." Yuugi touched Mokuba's cheek. "Besides, I'm affectionate with you."
"I know," Mokuba said softly. "But…"
"Hush," Yuugi said. "Besides, Anzu has another boy chasing her tail." Yuugi leaning in to kiss Mokuba when…
"Yuugi!" Jounouchi said, sitting down in the booth beside Yuugi. Honda stood by the table awkwardly.
"I think we're interrupting, Jounouchi," he said pointedly. Mokuba blushed and sat back. Yuugi sighed but smiled; it was nice to see Jounouchi, even if he was disrupting the moment.
"Sorry, Yuugi. Haven't seen you in a while, though; I call the shop and Gramps says your with Mokuba. So then I call this shrimp," Jounouchi reached across the table and ruffled Mokuba's hair to show he was kidding, "and he says you're not with him. What's up; trying to score brownie points with the jacka-" Jounouchi paused and looked at Mokuba. "Er, Kaiba?"
Yuugi looked at Mokuba; the boy was talking to Honda, who had sat down beside Mokuba when it became apparent that Jounouchi wasn't moving. "It's a long story. I'm sorry; I didn't realize that I was gone that often."
Jounouchi grinned cheekily. "It's nothin'; I'm willing to bet that Mokuba is the sort of kid to keep you busy." Mokuba heard the comment and blushed, raising a small debate between the two. Yuugi took that time to collect his thoughts.
He wanted Mokuba; there was no doubt about that… and not necessarily just in a sexual way, although he wasn't adverse to that idea either. And the fact that Seto and Yami were going at it like rabbits lately wasn't helping any; as much as Yuugi stayed out of those affairs, every now and then he could feel Yami, or - worse - Yami would lose control and Yuugi would see…
"Yami," Yuugi mentally said, noting that his friends and boyfriend had moved onto a different topic of debate, completely oblivious to his silence.
"What is it, aibou?" If Yami had been a physical being, his presence would have been marked as behind Yuugi.
"You think that you could stay… well, that is, I'd like some privacy tonight."
"With Mokuba?"
Yuugi blushed. "Yes."
"What are you plotting?"
Yuugi answered, "Nothing bad. I just want some privacy."
"Okay," Yami answered. "Just tell me when."
"Hey!" Jounouchi interrupted Yuugi's thoughts. "What are you blushing about?"
Yuugi finally got Mokuba alone later that night. It had taken some pleading, but Kaiba had agreed to let Mokuba stay the night with Yuugi. It hadn't been hard for Yuugi to convince his Grandpa; the older Motou was oblivious to Mokuba and Yuugi's relationship. It was nearly midnight when Grandpa finally went to bed, leaving Mokuba and Yuugi alone on the couch with an old black and white movie. Yuugi smiled; the movie was boring, and the two were alone. The timing seemed utterly perfect. He scooted over to Mokuba, leaning in to nibble on his earlobe. Mokuba contentedly mumbled something and tried to turn to face Yuugi.
"No," Yuugi whispered in his ear. "Stay like this." He knew what he was going to do; he had - at one point - seen Yami doing it, and curiosity got the better of him. He reached down, softly caressing Mokuba's leg. His voice was seductive as he said, "I want to try something."
"What?" Mokuba asked. Yuugi could hear apprehension in his voice. He led his hand to slide up to just under Mokuba's shirt, rubbing the soft flesh of his belly and playing with his bellybutton. Mokuba gave a breathy giggle and did what he could to back away from Yuugi's hand. Yuugi smirked and kissed Mokuba's cheek. How was he supposed to tell Mokuba what he wanted to do when the mere idea of saying it out loud made him blush? He could always just show him… Yuugi pulled his hand away, flashing Mokuba a wicked grin before getting off the couch and kneeling before Mokuba. He saw Mokuba staring at him in shock, eyes wide.
"Yuugi!" he said. "I, ah-"
"Please?" Yuugi asked. "You don't have to reciprocate, not if you don't want to; I'd rather wait for you to want to than to force yourself out of some feeling of duty. I just… want you. Want to taste you." He rested his forearms on Mokuba's thighs, looking up. Mokuba seemed to pause, unsure, before he leaned down and kissed Yuugi. The kiss was fierce, passionate, and caught Yuugi by surprise, though not unpleasantly. Yuugi guessed that was a "yes," but he was hesitant to end the kiss; it worked to his favor that Mokuba was the first to pull away, breathing heavily. Damn the human need for oxygen. Yuugi took that time to back away a bit, reaching forward and hooking his fingers under the waistband of Mokuba's pajama pants. He looked up at Mokuba. He received a small nod as affirmation and Mokuba lifted his hips slightly off the couch so that Yuugi was able to easily pull the garment and all those beneath it off.
Yuugi rested his hands on Mokuba's knees; he could feel the younger male trembling… or maybe he was the one trembling. Yuugi actually found the whole situation amusing; there he knelt, inexperienced and nervous, yet it was nothing new to his body, just his mind. "Ready?" he asked softly. Mokuba nodded.
- author thoughts… -
This is… an awful ending. I hate it. There's more substance to this scene, but… not here. Funny, because by the time I post this part, I've posted two stories that were just as "bad" (in the good sense…) as this one, but for the sake on continuity am still keeping it edited. I'm sort of an order freak like that. Still, this is actually one of the few blowjob scenes I've written that I like…
My whole theory that 13 is too young for sex… okay, so I push my own limits here, but not by much. ^^ To be a little more serious, I think it's more a matter of Mokuba coming into his own as a sexual creature... That… was corny. But true, I guess.
For this one, Hanachan had to deal with my tryst with parenthesis; they were everywhere in the first draft. And the second draft. But Hanachan put me in my place before the final draft. And told me in her special way that my ending (for the unedited version, which means this note is kind of pointless for you FF.net-ers) sucked and left a lot to be desired… hence, new ending! Well, not new, just expanded. Everyone On a side note, I somehow think that orgasmic!Mokuba would be really cute…
On ANOTHER side note, the side-fic for "Third Grade Logic" is called "Sharing a Story," in which Mokuba asks Anzu to tell him more about that time she and Yuugi kissed. It's not posted yet, but it ties into this part, so I thought I'd mention it.