Title: The Road Home, part 2

Author: Pysche

Pairing: Mokuba/Yugi

Rating: R; for mild lemon

Status: 2/2 Complete

Summary: Yugi-tachi is all grown up and paired off, except for Yugi. But all this changes when Mokuba comes home on a vacation from college much different from how Yugi remembered him.

A/N: This was supposed to be a one-shot, but I was pressured into a sequel so here it is. Hope you're happy Miko. :P

It would have been easy, in the long run, to marry Anzu. For that matter, it would have been easy to marry any girl at all, to settle down like normal twenty-five year olds and have a job, a wife, and 2.5 children. But Yugi's life was never easy, and most definitely never normal.

And, judging by yesterday's events, that was exactly how he liked it.

After those first sparks of attraction, that tiny, barely-there hint of a kiss that made his world turn upside down and inside out, it didn't matter that Mokuba was male, or that Yugi still remembered him as the bushy-haired eleven-year-old who was the only one of his friends actually shorter than him. All that mattered was there was something there, something indescribably wonderful between them that Yugi had to explore.

Nothing, nobody had ever made him feel this way. Nobody. Before Mokuba.

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"Aibou! Thank goodness you're here. Seto is being such a jerk! I don't care how sexy he looks, I'm about to send him straight to the Shadow Realm."

Yugi made a face at the idea of Kaiba being called sexy before hugging Yami in greeting. "What did he do this time?" Yugi sighed, his taller look-alike crossing his arms across his chest and frowning sulkily.

"He's mad because I sent you to pick up Mokuba from the airport instead of riding along with one of the security guards myself. He's been going on about it since yesterday, even though Mokuba said he didn't mind. I told him it was doubly his own fault, anyhow, since he wouldn't let me drive and if he was so picky about it he should have taken the time off to pick up Mokuba himself. Then Seto said if I wanted to drive I could go get a job and pay for my own car, even though he's said before he'd rather I didn't work and was just being a pain in the…"

But Yugi wasn't listening. He had lost track of Yami's rant as soon as the other mentioned the word "Mokuba," and now while Yami kept talking, getting more and more agitated with each word, Yugi scanned the room in the hopes of catching a glimpse of the raven-haired younger Kaiba. It was certainly stressful, Yugi realized, this business of being attracted to someone. He had spent hours this afternoon getting ready, adding even more eye makeup and flashy jewelry to his usually kinky fashion sense, which tonight consisted of a sheer long-sleeved black button-up shirt over a red tank top and his usual black leather pants and boots.

"…so Seto stomped off to sulk in his office and has been completely ignoring the party ever since." Yami huffed and scowled even deeper, tapping a foot in frustration.

"Uh-huh. Well I'm sure he'll come around," Yugi answered vaguely, craning his neck in an attempt to see around the crowd of people by the punch bowl.

"He'd better! In fact, I ought to march right up there and tell him to get over himself and come down here. He can't ignore his own party! On our anniversary!"

"Uh-huh," Yugi mumbled. "You're absolutely right…"

"Great! Come on, Aibou." Yami grabbed the other's arm and proceeded to drag him toward the stairs.

"What? Where…? Yami, what are you doing?"

"You're coming with me for moral support. Once Seto sees that you agree with me, he'll realize just how much of a jerk he's being."

Yugi's eyes widened. Getting between those two in a fight was the last thing he needed; their arguments were legendary. It would be hard to impress Mokuba with a black eye and a missing tooth or two. "Yami, please… do you really need me…?"

"Aibou, we have to show Seto he's being ridiculous!"

"Oh, no." Yugi planted his feet firmly on the floor, his boots skidding across the carpet as the other dragged him toward the stairs. "You can show him by yourself."

Yami let go of his arm but scowled, narrowing his eyebrows in disapproval. "I'll end up Mind Crushing him," he threatened.

Yugi opened his mouth to reply, but an amused-sounding voice interrupted him. "No, you two will end up having sex and you both know it." The two look-alikes turned to see Mokuba approaching them, absently brushing a few stray wisps of dark hair from his forehead. His hair was in a ponytail once again, and he wore a pair of strategically torn and faded jeans and a light blue long-sleeved button-up shirt, the first few buttons unbuttoned enough to see the white undershirt peeking out underneath. He winked at Yugi, who reddened.

"Mokuba…" Yami said warningly, Eye of Horus starting to glow in the center of his forehead.

"Yami," he replied pleasantly. "Hey Yugi."

"H-hey," Yugi stuttered in response.

"Yami, I need to steal your partner away for a sec. Go on upstairs and make out – I mean make up – with my brother." Mokuba smirked wickedly at Yami, who huffed in indignation but – amazingly – turned and headed up the stairs.

Yugi stared in amazement. "You… that was… how did… I mean… Hey, Mokuba."

The other laughed. "Hello, Yugi." Mokuba then proceeded to stare at him, grey eyes steady and not even seeming to blink, until Yugi began to feel extremely nervous and scuffed his feet on the carpet.

"Uh… so, are you enjoying being home?"

"Very much so." The grey eyes moved at this, sweeping from Yugi's red face to his boots and back again, a tiny smile appearing on Mokuba's face at the end of this motion.

"That's, uh, good… so… um…"

"I'd like to sleep with you. If you don't mind, that is."

"WHAT‼" Yugi's already large violet eyes grew as wide as saucers and his face burned redder than it ever had in his life. That was… surely Mokuba hadn't really… He must have misheard, that was all. This new attraction was playing tricks on his mind. He blinked once; twice; three times, and shook his head. Then he smiled. Yes, he misheard. That was it.

"I'm sorry Mokuba, what did you say?"

"I said, I think we should have sex."

Yugi gaped.

Mokuba gave him a crooked grin and shoved his hands in his pockets. "I'm just being practical. There's no time for dating and foreplay – well, maybe a little foreplay. But I'm going back to school the day after tomorrow, and I won't be back 'til Christmas. I really like you, Yugi. I don't want to miss this chance."

"But… you can't just ask something like that! That's not how it works!"

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes!" Yugi paused. "Well... maybe not. But yes!"

Hands still in his pockets, Mokuba gave a halfhearted shrug. "I'm not going to force you to do anything. But I promise you'd enjoy it."

"That's not the point!" Yugi took a deep, ragged breath and raked his fingers through his hair, noticing how Mokuba's solemn eyes followed the movement. "I… it's just… how long would it be?"

"Anywhere from five to thirty minutes, generally."

"I know that! That's not what I meant!"

Mokuba grinned. "Yeah, I know." Then it was his turn to look uncomfortable as he shifted, removing one hand from his pocket and reaching for Yugi instead, lightly touching the spiky blond bangs. "It wouldn't be a one-night-stand or anything like that. It… it couldn't be."

Yugi bit his lip, unconsciously leaning in to the other's touch. "And if I said no?"

"I guess I'd just have to live with that."

"…Okay then." Face red as a tomato by this point, Yugi gazed up at Mokuba and nodded.

"Okay what? Okay you will?" Yugi nodded again and Mokuba's entire face lit up, a brilliant grin stretching his handsome features. He hugged the shorter male tightly for a good thirty seconds before letting go and backing away a few steps. "My room is upstairs, the sixth door on the left. Go on up there and I'll get everything ready."

Yugi nodded a third time, his face practically on fire, and Mokuba ran off and disappeared into the crowd.

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Mokuba had been right, as Yugi knew he would be. The violet-eyed male did enjoy it, every minute of it, though he was more embarrassed than he had ever been in his life. Yugi had tried to push the reservations out of his mind as he trudged up the stairs to Mokuba's room and sat down on the bed, alone, his heart pounding in fear and anticipation. He tried not to worry when Mokuba arrived with condoms and lube and locked the door behind him, a feral grin on the younger male's features.

Yugi tried not to be afraid, but it didn't work. He was still terrified, even when all their clothes were gone and his arms were wrapped around Mokuba's bare back, gripping and scratching as Mokuba's tongue teased his neck and chest and effortlessly drew pleasure from the heated skin. He was afraid as Mokuba raised his head and looked down at him, and Yugi lifted his chin and pressed their lips together in their first real kiss, quickly overtaken by lust and passion and forgotten in the delicious friction of their bodies rubbing together atop the messily strewn sheets.

Yugi was nervous, more than a little nervous, as Mokuba took the bottle of lube and his fingers and stretched him, distracting him with another kiss as he touched Yugi in ways he'd never been before. It hurt. Was this what being gay meant? This burning, stinging pain that Mokuba couldn't prevent no matter how gentle he… oh!

Mokuba touched something inside him that sent white-hot jolts of pleasure racing throughout his body, and Yugi screamed, the sound muffled by Mokuba's mouth still pressed against his. It felt incredible, addictive, and the smaller male writhed against the other's fingers, desperate to feel that white-hot flash again.

Mokuba chuckled. "Are you ready for more?"

Yugi nodded, gasping, all thoughts of pain vanishing – and fear and embarrassment, if not gone completely, at least pushed to the back of his mind to be dealt with later – and twined his legs around Mokuba's waist, wrapping his arms around the other's neck as he pushed a pillow under Yugi's hips. Mokuba positioned himself, petting Yugi's cheek reassuringly once more in the meantime, and then they were thrusting, panting, moving rhythmically together, Yugi's hips lifting to meet Mokuba's with every thrust.

How long it lasted, Yugi couldn't say; all he knew was that sometime in between Mokuba's hand reached between them and brought Yugi over the edge, the younger male following a few seconds later and collapsing on top of him, spent. He lay there on Yugi's chest for a few moments, breathing hard, as the smaller male closed his eyes and trailed his fingers through sweaty raven locks that had fallen from their ponytail.

He had almost fallen asleep when Mokuba finally sat up, crawling over Yugi's chest and planting a firm kiss on the smaller male's lips. "Thank you, Yugi," he murmured.

"Mmm," the other replied simply, a wistful smile spreading across his face as he stared up into Mokuba's deep grey eyes.

Mokuba took a deep breath. "I'll be back at Christmas, you know."

"Yeah…" Yugi agreed, his smile faltering.

"Would you… will you wait for me?"

The smile returned, hesitantly, and Yugi nodded. "Of course I will, Mokuba."

"Good." The raven-haired teen smirked. "Now that that's settled… I think we should have sex again."

This time, Yugi didn't even bother to argue.