I still do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! I promise. I really don't. Warning: shota and lime up ahead. Don't like, don't read. Plus, angst at the end. And angst in the next chappie. Oh, and thanks for the reviews! I was surprised to get two, like, right off the back. It made me happy. I've been on a SetoxMokuba craze as of late, so expect more tabloidshipping fanfiction from me. XD I already have ideas for them. For those who know me, they know that I'm sappy and I usually just write sap. I think a couple of people were surprised about me writing angst. I dunno. I've been in an angsty mood. Yeah, I'll let you read the story now. Sorry 'bout the ramble.
Seto placed his brother down on the couch, wrapping a blanket around his bare legs.
"Since when are you wearing my shirts to bed?"
Mokuba giggled. "You're the one who dressed me for bed last night."
"Not in that! When did you change?"
"While you were sleeping." He grinned.
Seto sighed. "Anyway, what do you want to watch?"
Mokuba thought a moment while Seto opened the DVD cabinet. "Something funny..."
"That doesn't help. Be more specific."
"I dunno, nisama. You pick. Surprise me."
"All right." He took a DVD out and put it in the player before sitting down next to Mokuba with the remote. "I don't think you've seen this before."
The thirteen-year-old watched as the main menu came up. "Labyrinth?"
"Bare with it. The special effects aren't that great, but it's funny."
Mokuba crawled into his brother's lap, resting his broken arm in his own lap. "If you like it, I'm sure I will too."
By four thirty they'd been through Labyrinth, 28 Days Later, and Thirteen Going on Thirty.
Mokuba sniffed. "The ending of that always makes me cry."
Seto stared at him. "You are such a girl, ototo."
"Nuh uh! I can prove it, too." Mokuba grinned.
Seto lightly pushed him off his lap so he fell back on the couch. "Yeah? How?"
Mokuba pushed himself up with his good arm. "Gimme a sponge bath."
Seto shrugged. "Okay." He scooped his little brother up in his arms.
Mokuba giggled. "I'm so proud of you, nisama. You haven't mentioned or done anything work-related for six whole hours!"
"Oh, come on, I'm not that bad, am I?"
The younger leaned up to kiss Seto's cheek. "You're getting better."
The brunette set the thirteen-year-old on the edge of the bathtub and unbuttoned his shirt. He pulled his good arm out of the sleeve first, then carefully pulled the shirt off the broken left arm.
Seto lifted an eyebrow. "You weren't wearing underwear?"
Mokuba shrugged. "It's not like I'm going anywhere."
"Whatever."
Seto pulled a wash cloth from a counter drawer and turned the bath tub on to wet it. He placed it on Mokuba's shoulder and the younger Kaiba immeadiately jumped.
"'S cold!"
Seto laughed and Mokuba glared at him.
"Sorry, ototo. Here." He turned the faucet to warm and re-wet the wash cloth. He ran it over his little brother's stomach and Mokuba sighed. "That better?"
The thirteen-year-old nodded and rested his head on the older's shoulder. "Feels good."
Seto smiled. Mokuba was so cute. ...Of course, he was also naked and currently leaning against him.
The brunette's face reddened. He quickly grabbed the soap, intent on getting this over with.
He rubbed the soapy wash cloth over Mokuba's back, who purred in response. Seto couldn't help but smile again.
"You sound like a cat."
"Mm," Mokuba murmered, nuzzling his older brother's neck.
Seto bit his lip. And now he had a wet, naked Mokuba snuggling against him.
"You like cats, don't you nisama?"
Was it just Seto's hentai mind or was Mokuba coming on to him?
He moved the wash cloth past Mokuba's shoulder and began washing his chest.
The younger moaned softly and arched into the touch.
Seto half-fell, his hand slipping from his brother's chest to his lap.
Mokuba gasped and Seto's eyes widened. He tried to pull his hand away from the thirteen-year-old's obvious erection, but Mokuba grabbed his wrist. "Don't!"
The wash cloth fell to the tile with a wet slap.
"Ototo... Th-this..."
Mokuba whimpered. "Please...nisama..."
Seto hesitantly wrapped his hand around his little brother's hard-on.
Mokuba whimpered again, letting go of the brunette's wrist and clutching his shoulder instead.
Seto shivered as the younger's hot breath hit his neck. He brushed his thumb over the head of Mokuba's erection, then slowly began moving his hand.
The thirteen-year-old gasped and placed a kiss at the curve of his older brother's neck.
Seto's mind reeled. Was he actually sitting in the bathroom giving his little brother a hand job?
Mokuba panted, bucking his hips into Seto's hand. "Nisama! Ah... Please..."
Seto felt himself harden and, with his free hand, undid his pants to stroke himself.
He still couldn't believe what was happening. Was he really getting off while touching his little brother? He knew how wrong it was, but for some reason his mind just wouldn't grasp it.
Mokuba's back arched as he came, his head falling back and his nails digging into Seto's shoulder. "Nisama!"
Semen hit both of Seto's hands and the brunette sunk to his knees on the floor, trying to regain his breath. "Ototo..."
Mokuba let go of Seto's shoulder and picked the wash cloth up from the floor. With his right hand, he clumsily tried to bathe himself as his older brother sat rooted to the tile, a dazed look on his face.
Mokuba threw the wash cloth into the sink and used the shower head to rinse himself off, careful not to get his cast wet. He turned the water off and glanced back to Seto, who was washing his hands at the sink. "Nisama..."
Seto turned away from him and dried his hands on the towel. He glanced back a moment, then left the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Without a word.
Mokuba's heart broke.
More comin' soon. Promise! And expect angst in the next chapter. (But it won't all be angsty from here on out. It'll get sweet and sappy again, I promise. Just bare with me. I'm in an angsty mood. Which is odd for me...)
