Seto Mokie, for your entertainment, and my experimenting only!!

Seto is a tortured soul, feeling like he's taking advantage of Mokie every time he glances at the boy…. so he works.

Mokie is a tortured soul, not really knowing what it is that he feels for Seto, and then thinking Seto hates him!

I feel as if I'm in an evil mood, but I'm afraid that this isn't any good. Rather, I KNOW this isn't any good.

If your brave, read on. If not, TURN AND RUN FOR IT! SAVE YOURSELF! YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE INSANE AT SUCH A YOUNG AGE!

Ahem, well, what can I say?

Warnings; Brother for brother love, in THAT way. Obviously, male/male (but nothing heavy, I just can't remember how to spell that word…) I don't know if there is more. Insanely short.

 is scaring me at the moment. For no real reason, but it is. Just thought you should know.

Disclaimer: Well, do you think I own anything? 'Cause really… You might need to see a doctor if you had any doubts…

I opened the door, full of hunger, tiredness, and a need for a night away from work that I hadn't felt since… well, ever.

Walking inside, I suddenly stopped, and listened.

Yeah… It was there. The low humming of Mokuba's television.

Something about knowing that he was here, back from that stupid school trip… It excited me. In a bad way.

Deciding not to go see him, and just to head for my room, as there was an assignment I had to do for school, I could practically see his perfect little body…

No! They were gross disgusting thoughts, and I this was the last time I needed to even remember them!

In my room, I slung my jacket up, and got out my laptop.

A year ago, and I would've instantly headed for his room, slid in the door, and spooked him from behind, while he wasted another video game.

Now though, it was a crime and damn near perverse for me to even look at him.

Pausing the game, I listened carefully as I heard a car pull up.

When the door opened, I knew it was him, so I turned the game back on, but the volume was set to half of what it had been.

I'd just gotten back from a three-week school trip, surely Seto would come and welcome me back, make sure I was still alive and healthy!

Or not.

I could hear his footsteps… Going to his room, and the door shutting.

Why didn't he come and welcome me back? I'd been gone for three weeks…

Turning the game up loud again, I found myself brushing away tears.

When had I started crying?

Paying full attention to the game again, I tried to forget everything, and everyone.

Including Seto.

I glanced at my watch, while the computer saved my assignment.

Dinner time.

Mokuba would be there.

Well, if I checked my e-mails, then I could say I had work to do….

Anything to not have to wtch that perfect adolencent eating, licking up his dinner in that gentle manner he did…. No! Bad thoughts…

Clicking on my newest e-mails, I emmersed myself back into the business world.

There was a knock on my door, and I found myself dissapointed that it was Laura, my maid.

Who was I expecting, Seto?

"Mokuba, good to see you. Did you have fun on your trip?"

"Yeah. It was alright."

"You sound down, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

She sighed, knowing that he was lying.

"Well, dinners-"

"Food!"

"-served."

But her last word fell on deaf ears, as Mokuba was already out of the room, and on his way.

The thought that he was looking forward to dinner because of Seto crossed his mind, even though he ignored.

Why would his older brother make the meal better?

So, of course, when Seto told the maid that he wouldn't be having dinner until later, Mokuba didn't loose his appetite, and he didn't go to his room, and of course he didn't cry silently, while pretending to sleep.