I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, but neither do you:P
To Muquet: Really? Thanks! I have fun writing for this pairing.
To JitsaruJakara: Hehe. I am crazy. Admit it. BUT I ENJOY EVERY MINUTE OF IT.
Thanks to everyone who reviews on, like, each chapter! That really keeps me going! I have a feeling this fic will be a loooong journey. I'm going to try and stretch it out until Mokuba's arm actually heals (of course, I won't write every single day of that time period, 'cause that could take, like, years. But I will try to write a lot of it.) I do want this to EVENTUALLY be a lemon. And there'll be a lot of limey content on the way. Expect it to usually end with some angsting. Because that's yaoicest for you.
"I hate those freaks."
"I know, nisama."
"Don't know who they think they are..."
Mokuba sighed and pushed open the arcade door with his good arm.
"Mokie-chan!" A melody of girls' voices rang out and Mokuba was surrounded by females.
"You came!"
"We missed you!"
"Who's this?" A redhead pulled away from Mokuba to look up at Seto. A blonde hit her over the head.
"Don't be stupid! That's Kaiba Seto!"
"Ooooh... His brother?"
"Duh!"
"Nice to meet you, girls. Are you friends with my brother?" Seto tried acting as pleasant as he could manage, for Mokuba's sake.
"Ah, nisama. This is Kagami" the redhead"Kohaku" a short-haired brunette"Minako" the blonde "Hikari" a long-haired brunette"and Sora." The last girl made Seto raise his eyebrows. She was very pretty, with long black hair down to her knees and deep blue eyes.
All of the teenage girls were wearing mini-skirts, with the exception of Kohakuwho was wearing a jumperand Sorawho was wearing cargo pants like Mokuba.
"Play DDR with me, kohai?" Sora asked Mokuba. Seto noted she must be older than his little brother.
"Ah, senpai, I was going to play with Seto..."
"Maybe he should watch us play before he steps up to the machine." She turned to the older Kaiba. "No offense, Kaiba-san, but have you ever played DDR?"
Seto blanked. "DDR?"
Mokuba scratched his head. "Heh. Perhaps you're right."
"Hai, hai! The boys might make fun of him if he's a beginner," Kagami stated.
"Baka! No one's gonna make fun of Kaiba-san! He's rich and famous!" Minako informed the redhead.
"Like Hiroshi-kun and his gang are gonna care about that," Hikari snorted.
Kohaku nodded shyly. "She has a point."
Mokuba looked up at his older brother. "Wanna watch us play Dance Dance Revolution, nisama?"
Seto shrugged. He had no idea what "Dance Dance Revolution" was.
"Great! Let's go." Sora pulled Mokuba to one of the machines with a video screen and two stands with red bars on the back. Seto took note of the arrow buttons on the stands as Mokuba and Sora stepped onto them. The tall girl placed coins into the machine and screen lit up with a "Dance Dance Revolution!"
"Want to pick the song, Mokuba?"
Mokuba nodded and leaned forward to press the buttons on the machine with the screen.
"How about 'Butterfly'?"
Hikari ran over. "Yes, 'Butterfly' is my favourite!"
Kagami sighed. "It's, like, everybody's favourite."
Sora shrugged. "It's not my favourite, but I'll play it."
Mokuba nodded and pressed the "select" button and got back on the stand as the music started.
Seto watched as the two stomped on the arrows in sequence to the up-beat music.
"Not having trouble with your arm, Mokuba?" Sora asked.
"Not a bit!" Mokuba grinned.
Seto leaned over the red bar. "Don't over-exert yourself, ototo."
"Wow! You're like sunshine on a cloudy day!" The game machine announced as the song ended.
"All right! Double As! You guys rock!" Minako clapped.
"That was great. I can't believe you could do that with your broken arm," Hikari admitted.
Mokuba looked back at his older brother. "Wanna give it a go, nisama?"
Seto shrugged. "Why not? Doesn't look that hard."
"Don't get too cocky, Kaiba-san. It's more difficult than we make it look," Sora warned him as she stepped off the stand so Seto could get on. "You may not know it, but Mokuba is well known at the arcade for being a top DDR player."
Mokuba laughed nervously. "Ah, well... I'm not as good as you, senpai."
Sora shrugged. "You're on your way."
Mokuba glanced up at his older brother. "What song, nisama?"
"I don't care. Whatever you want."
There was a chorus of "oooh"s from behind them and Seto's eyebrow arched.
Mokuba blushed. "Ah... Maybe I should have told you... The person who asks to play with another always lets that other person choose the song and, well, if the other person wants the first person to choose it's..."
"A sign of affection."
"Like, deep affection."
Seto nearly laughed. "Is that all you dorks do? Make up stupid arcade rules?"
Mokuba sighed. "He's right, guys. I mean, he's my brother. That rule doesn't really apply to him."
"Just choose a song, ototo."
The teenager leaned forward and selected a song. "This is short and pretty easy."
"I hit those arrows. They moved. That wasn't a fair game."
"Don't worry, nisama. You did good for a beginner."
Seto pulled the car into the driveway. "Fuck beginner. That game was faulty. I did better than a 'D'."
Mokuba grinned. "Just face the facts. You can't dance."
Seto growled and slammed the door behind him before traveling to Mokuba's side and opening the door for him. "That's not dancing. That was stomping your feet on arrows."
The teenager laughed. "You can't stand losing, can you, nisama?"
The CEO unlocked the front door and Mokuba followed him inside before closing the door behind them.
"I didn't lose. That game is..."
"Hard? Difficult? Impossible?"
"Retarded."
Mokuba leaned up and kissed his older brother on the cheek. "I love you, nisama."
"Even though I'm a sore loser?"
"Even though you're a sore loser."
"Even though I once treated you like dirt?"
"Even though you once treated me like dirt."
"Even though I'm cold and robotic and tend to pay more attention to work than I do you?"
"I love you because you're you, nisama. I love you. Faults and all."
"I don't deserve you, Mokuba."
The teenager wrapped his free arm around Seto's waist and leaned up on his toes to kiss the brunette full on the lips. "But you have me."
"I do." Seto wrapped his arms around his little brother and pulled him closer.
Mokuba licked the outside of the older's ear. "Make love to me, nisama."
The brunette shivered involuntarily. "God, Mokuba..."
"Please, Seto... my nisama..."
"It would hurt."
"I don't care."
"You're too young."
"I want you so bad, nisama."
"It's illegal."
"I need you."
"It's wrong."
"Take me, Seto."
"You're not going to let this go, are you?"
"Please, nisama."
Seto was having a hard time arguing with his little brother when he spoke in that needy voice. "Mokuba..."
"Want you inside of me..."
"Fuck..."
"Take me now, nisama!"
The younger slammed forward so their lower bodies collided. Seto growled and grabbed Mokuba's hips as he bucked against him.
"Nisama!"
"You asked for it."
"Yes!"
Mokuba yelped as Seto grabbed his ass. "Nisama!"
The older bit the teenager's ear and slapped him on the ass. "Go to your room."
Mokuba obeyed and hurried up the stairs.
Seto shrugged off his trench coat and hung it up in the closet before following his little brother up. He stopped by the bathroom first to grab a tube of lubricant. The brunette toed his shoes off at Mokuba's door before entering the room.
Mokuba heard the door shut and quickly pulled his socks off before throwing them onto the floor with his shoes.
Seto frowned as he watched his little brother struggle with yanking his shirt off of his cast. "Mokuba... Maybe we should wait until your arm heals."
The younger whined. "But nisama!"
"I don't want it to get worse, ototo."
"It won't!"
"You don't know that. We should wait."
"But it'll be three months, Seto!"
The CEO set down on the edge of Mokuba's bed. "I've had to wait three years, Mokuba. I think you can wait three months."
The teenager pulled his shirt back down and crawled over to his big brother. "Seto... You've wanted me for three years?"
"At the least."
Mokuba sat down in the older's lap. "Sexually?"
Seto turned his gaze away from his little brother. "I'm not exactly proud of it."
"Well, I'm proud of myself for managing to be sexually attractive at the age of ten!"
The brunette stared at him. "Hopefully only to me!"
Mokuba smirked. "Does it make you mad that I might be able to turn somebody else on?"
"You were ten!"
"But I turned you on, didn't I? Did I make you hard, nisama?" The name came out as a purr.
"That's not the point. I'm not like others, Mokuba. I'm..." his voice lowered. "I'm..."
Mokuba's smirk faded. "Seto... Don't..."
"I'm sick."
Sorry. I just kept writing and writing and I COULDN'T END THE FRIGGIN' CHAPTER. So that's how this chapter ends. You'll see more of Mokuba's female friends later on, I promise. And perhaps learn of their last names. Who knows. For those who don't know, "kohai" kinda means lower class men and "senpai" means upper class men. Yes, I know people who follow DDR/arcade rules like that. Stupid, I know. But we're geeks. Leave us alone. I mix the manga fandom and the anime fandom together, so... It gets confusing at timed considering the Kaibas back-story. Oh, and you'll get to meet "Hiroshi-kun and his gang" in another chapter. And you'll see more of the "Dweeb Patrol" as well. Hope you enjoyed! FEEEDBACK, MON CHERIES! (I love French.)
