Disclaimer: I have no claims to Yu-gi-oh and its characters, truth be told, I don't want to own any of them, I just wanna play with them for a while, no harm done.

Hey, everyone, it's good to be back! I'm sorry about not finishing this much sooner, I originally intended to pull it off and abandon it. But because of all of the kind, patient, cool folk that continued to review this fic and others for over two years, and because I still have a hard time finding anyone else who wants to give Mokuba any kind of play (especially with Jounouchi),I really wanted to revisit this fic and where I wanted to go with it. This chapter is kind of a weird read, but please keep in mind that I started this a very long time ago, so things may not sound the same. Pardon the cursing- that's just part of the vision I have of adult Mokuba POV, I have this at PG-13 for that very reason. Enjoy!

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I wake up everyday to a huge jumble of thoughts jammed up in my head, and a like assortment of emotions thrumming through the rest of my body, all of which give me a dose of nervous energy to start my day off . Weird as it may seem, this freshly harnessed energy actually does the trick of dragging me out of bed and starting me on my typical morning ritual. Don't get me wrong, I am highly thankful for every new day I'm allowed to tack onto my lifetime! But, more often than not, I have felt like an incomplete mess lately, kind of like I have unfinished business that I already know I won't get to today, tomorrow, or any other day for that matter. I think that I am permanently wired for procrastination- waiting for things to happen of their own accord has always been a favorite pastime for me.

Ooo-kay, I bet you're wondering two things: how is all of this making any sense, and when am I going to get to the GOOD parts, you know, like the outcome of my date with the Blond and the Beautiful? Well hold up, I'll get to the date in a second, just let me explain something to you. I want you guys to really understand that I see Jou as more than a body that just won't let up, with a unbelievably subtle sexuality that makes my netherlands twitch on site.

You see, all that stuff I was telling about just now is a result of living as a Kaiba. I'm all edgy and anxious inside all of the damn time, because between keeping my big brother from retreating back into his cold persona, and trying to cope with my own defensiveness (both of which our past has made more than necessary), I can't help but think that maybe I could just someday lose my mind. And that scares the hell out of me, because seeing what our stepfather almost completely destroyed in Seto, led me into a rage that I couldn't do much with as a kid, but still carries on in me after all those years.

Anyway, the point I'm trying to make is that I see Jou as a potential catalyst to all this crazy mess that I have created in my head. I mean, if given the chance, if I got to really know him, maybe even fall more in love with him, I could refocus all that rage into protectiveness. You see, I've always wanted to protect Seto, but he's so hardheaded and self -reliant, he would never even spare me the chance to look after him. And I would love to have someone who doesn't mind falling back on me sometimes, to let me provide security and comfort for a change.

Even when I was just a little kid, a lot of times I found myself wanting to boost up Jou's confidence in tough situations, even when my own big brother made him feel like a clown at times. Yeah, I know, he had plenty of friends that were his constant source of support (even Seto wanted to cheer him on a couple of times...well,sorta...but you didn't hear that from me). But it was always different for me, because I knew from the jump that Jou and I always had something in common: we will fight to the death for those we loved, no questions asked. Which is why I know for sure that if we were to ever get together, there would not be a single enemy in existence that could say shit or do shit to us without getting their asses kicked in. Jou and I would be a force to be reckoned with, if we had a chance together. I need that in my life. Naw, scratch that, I just need Jou in my life, that's all I'll need to stay happy and sane.

Enough of this introspective, analytical, whatever, crap that I'm trying pump you with. Just let it be known that I love Jou in ways that I can't really explain, I just want to make him feel as good as he makes me feel. Enough with the philosophy. On to the date...

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"How did the business end of my boot taste, bee-yotch!"

"Like under-kitten, sire!!"

"I can't hear you, Faux-Q!!!"

"Please forgive, sire! My voice hasn't been the same since you went bungee on my vocal cords, Your Majnasty!"

I could barely get out the last line without cracking up like a lunatic right in the middle of the parking lot. Jou and I were repeating all of the insane exchanges made in "Dammit I'm Dead- 5", which we just finished seeing. I swear, that movie was so funny, we were staggering like a beat-down Mike Tyson out of the theater because we had to hold each other up from laughing so hard. I took advantage of the situation enough to briefly brush my hand against Jou's left buttcheek a couple of times when I pretended to lose my grip around his waist. Heh heh, whoops.

It was opening weekend, so of course there were like a million people all over the place. It took us a while to reach my car, which I didn't mind at all, since I was still holding onto Jou. I guess he didn't mind either, because he was howling and shouting out lines louder than me. So you know that we got a few stares, some amused, some disgusted, who cares. I didn't give a fuck, I was just happy to see my baby having a good time.

Jou managed to stop cracking up enough to comment, "I always knew you were as screwed in the head as I am, Mokuba. 'Cause you're probably the only other person I know that can sit through that and get every crazy-assed line without asking a bunch of annoying questions." He pauses for a moment to give me the weirdest lopsided, goofy grin. I return his grin with one no less insane, followed by a playful jab at his chin. He catches my fist lightly, with an equally playful wink.

By now, we've reached my car. As I dig for my keys, I still hear uncontrollable sniggering over from Jou's side. I glance over to see what was still so funny, and ask him as much. He grins mischievously and replies with another movie line: "I've been hit sire! Two to the chest...one for the team, and one for the roadtrip!" Then he goes and lifts his shirt up to his neck, showing off his entire lickable torso, complete with two of the most pert nips that ever took form on a human body! I'm telling you, I almost made vanilla bloomer-pudding... Ooooweeee, that's nice.

I bet you think I went ahead and had my way with him on the lot, with many innocent bystanders getting an eyeful of sex so hot, probably shut down completely if someone went and published it in full detail on its site. Unh unh. You forget that I'm a Kaiba, therefore I must uphold the macho cool that has successfully made me and my brother the finest arrogant bastards the world has to offer.

I simply stepped around the car, strolled over to my (now giggling) little exhibitionist, and ended his northern exposure by swiftly pulling his shirt back down. I smooth his shirt out a little, with him watching me curiously, as if he knew what was coming. I then ask him, "Didn't your mama teach you-"I tweak his left nipple, making it rock solid-"that it's impolite-"I squeeze the right one, just to make Jou's low moans a tad more audible-"to point-" I rub them both with a couple of quick swipes, with just enough pressure to keep them all nice and hard under the fabric-"and stare?"

I end my sentence with the tip of my index finger held under his chin so I can bring his now very deep brown eyes, darkened with fresh arousal, to meet mine. Damn , I think to myself, I did all that?...Just look at him, he thought he could get the best of me, but as it turns out I almost got him on his knees with just a few quick motions...maybe he's more attracted to me than I thought. I narrow my eyes as I struggle to keep one corner of my mouth from curling into a smirk at this new development. Whoa, what the truck.... I really am acting more like my megalomaniac of a big brother. Now that ain't right! I ignore the idea, and focus on Jou's eyes more intensely. I then bring my entire hand up to fully cup Jou's chin, encouraging him to hold my gaze just as intently. I began to wonder what he really thinks of me right now, in this intimate moment.

We must have stood still there for a couple of minutes, me deep in thought, Jou deep in lust, both of us probably wanting to be deep in each other, judging from our current situation. Jou is the first to come back to himself, and slowly shakes his head from side to side as he steps back a little, breaking our eye contact. I cut off my train of thought, and try to straighten myself up. I called myself trying to appear unfazed, but I probably ended up looking rather stupid, as if being that close to Jou didn't affect me in both my upper and lower heads. As I nervously busy myself with making my arousal less apparent by readjusting my jeans somehow, I build up enough nerve to look up at him. Oh, I lie to you not, I've never seen him look more innocent, with the newly-formed flush tinting both sides of his face, and his eyes shyly avoiding mine. He's obviously as anxious as I am to break the sudden uncomfortable silence that we created out of the unveiling of our mutual attraction. Hold up- what did I say just now?

Oh, hell, no. Do you remember the little wimpy side of me I mentioned earlier, you know, the one that's lounging around in my subconscious wearing a pink nightie? Call it my sensitive, romantic half, shit, I don't care, the point is the raving little bitchking managed to take over my good common sense!

So that's why I've been standing here in the middle of a frickin' lot acting like a low-budget romance novel character in front of a man I simply want to love... and oh yeah, boinking him would be nice too.

You know what? I think too damn much. And I talk even more. Time to act NOW.

I cease my little "Oh, I'm so nervous, I'm so scared he'll find out how I feel" bullshit act, come to my senses, and draw up to my full height, eyes dead-set on Jou's. He's about half a head shorter than I am, so now he's looking up at me with cautious curiosity, probably wondering what the hell was wrong with me.

"Uhhh, Mokuba...is there something wr-"

"Say 'ahh' Jou." I grab the back of his head and move in for the kill. Before he can finish his sentence, I have him speaking in my native tongue- french. I alternate from sucking on his bottom lip to lashing my tongue against his until he warms up and tries to taste me too. For what seemed like several minutes, we kissed each other in a uncontrollably lustful manner, only breaking for the barest of seconds to snatch just enough breath to dive down each others' throats again. I have both arms wrapped in a crush-hold around my Jou, and I maintain that hold as I reluctantly pull away from the kiss to speak. It takes me a while, because I'm gasping and panting from both the kiss and the heaping helpful of ass that Jou decided to grasp onto during our tonguefight. Oh gee, guys, do you think he likes me too? You decide!

Finally, I manage to speak up. "I guess we've said what we wanted to say. Damn, actions do speak louder." For some reason, that sounded like a dumb thing to say.

Jou, whose swiping his mouth with one hand and still deathgripping one cheek of my ass with the other, is still panting too. But, he nods his head and tells me, "In case you haven't noticed...Big Brother is watching..."

I almost say "What? Seto's here? Show yourself, freak!" just to be a smart-ass, but I know what he meant. By now, I know we had a live studio audience watching all this. Sure enough, as I do a quick side to side glance around to observe exactly how many spectators (with good taste, I might add) we have, and catch a few eyes watching. Funny enough, most of those folks seem to be more curious, instead of the usual "eww, lookie at the two dudes about to get it on, gross, I'm calling my congressman about this!"look I half expected. Well hah, fat chance of them getting a feature-length screwfest, because right now, I want my Jou all to myself (unless I decide to tape everything...heh,heh kidding. Maybe.) So, I eagerly pushed Jou into his side of my car, pass a wave and a wink to our little cluster of pervy fans, and jump in to head for the Kaiba mansion. I swear I heard applause as I pulled out of the lot.

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I hope you enjoyed this, if not, tell me about that too, all reviews are welcome. To be honest, I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up, I'm not sure if I can put sex up here, what with the restrictions and all...if anybody really wants to see some real Mokie/Jou love, I'll be more than happy to accommodate!