Coming of Age
AN: Okay, before you all kill me, my internet broke and I couldn't get on-line. But now it's fixed, and you'll all hopefully get another chapter in a seemly amount of time. This chapter is a bit grimmer than the others, but not much. I'm sorry if I offended any Catholics with the Pope comment, but if you are Catholic you probably shouldn't read this anyways... This is Chapter seven, Arguments for Incest. (I'm pushing my luck with this title...)
Just as Mokuba had sunk into the rhythm of the dance, allowing Bakura to guide him around the balcony, allowing the knots in his stomach to loosen... a high pitched girl's voice echoed though the cool night air.
"Aw, that's adorable!" Tea cooed. Or would have cooed if her mouth was capable of making un-annoying sounds. Except a coo would have been annoying as well, Mokuba thought. Maybe Tea just couldn't speak softly enough to coo. You're being awfully calm for a straight guy caught dancing with another man, part of him pointed out. He ignored that part of himself, telling it in no uncertain terms that it could go where the Pope said he would go if he went through with what that part of him was suggesting.
Mokuba hurriedly returned to the room, hoping to surround himself with people who were unaware of his uncharacteristic behavior on the balcony. Unfortunately the mildly inebriated teens were capable of making guesses, many of which were worse than the actual event.
"Just 13 and already disappearing at parties! Atta boy, Mokuba!" Joey cried, pounding him on the back. Tristan was braying like a donkey.
"There are bedrooms upstairs. You could've at least deflowered him indoors." Yugi admonished Bakura, who had followed Mokuba inside and seemed more intent on staring at him than listening to what was being said and responded with a vague nod and wave of the hand. Seto looked like he was considering the best punishment for the taking of his baby brother's virginity; immediate castration seemed to be at the top of his list. Mokuba opened his mouth to deny that they had done anything except dance, but Duke interrupted him.
"They can do that next time. It's more fun to have sex outside anyways."
"I have not been deflowered!" Mokuba snapped in outrage, ignoring the revelation that Duke was an exhibitionist. The Gathering of Graceful, Girlish Gay Guys gasped.
"You mean he let you be seme!" Yugi asked in surprise. Seto looked hopeful and Mokuba looked mortified.
"No! I'm not gay!"
"Of course you're not, dear." Tea said patronizingly. She had been standing behind him ever since he had returned. The rest of the group ignored his second statement, preferring to debate the first one.
"So Bakura was seme? Did you enjoy it?" Tristan asked. Mokuba would have replied angrily, but Joey was talking now.
"But he said he wasn't deflowered!" Before Mokuba could say that was exactly right and virginity was intact, Duke broke in, his alcohol slurred voice trying to sound intelligent.
"Can you really deflower a male? They don't have maiden-heads or hymens."
"Duke, those are the same thing." Seto said dryly, still glaring jealously at Mokuba's would-be lover, who was still absorbed in staring dreamily at Mokuba. Mokuba was surprised they were sober enough to converse even this intelligently: either they had drank less than he thought or they held their liquor far too well for normal people. Maybe homosexuality held off inebriation?
"It would depend on the definition of deflowering." Yugi said. "If it means breaking a- a hymen," here he managed to blush and look ill at the same time. "Then he's not been deflowered. If it is the theft of his virginity, then he has."
Mokuba started to protest that he still had his virginity, when Joey put his foot in his mouth and said the worst thing yet.
"If his virginity was... thefted... then wasn't he raped?"
Seto, looking murderous, wrapped a hand around Bakura's neck. Bakura, now yanked out of a presumably enjoyable daydream (judging by the considerable bulge in his pants), started making sounds that sounded oddly like a turkey, Mokuba noticed. He stood staring at Bakura's struggle for air for what felt like an eon. Bakura's eyes were changing. They weren't the soft eyes that Mokuba had to admit he liked; instead they were hard and somewhat cruel. And while any normal person would have been terrified, Bakura looked supremely confident. Yugi was yanking on Mokuba's arm, yelling at him.
"Stop thins! He'll hurt Kaiba!"
Mokuba wasn't sure what he was talking about- Bakura was the one being strangled- but it jerked him out of his shock.
"Seto, stop! He didn't rape me!"
Everyone stopped shouting and struggling to remove Seto's hands from Bakura's neck. Then, as though in slow motion, Seto released his prisoner, who looked bizarrely composed. He rubbed his neck.
"Thanks, but I would've been fine." Bakura told him. Then his eyes changed again and he looked confused. His soft brown eyes closed and he crumpled. Mokuba darted forward without thinking. Though he couldn't catch the older boy exactly, he eased the fall. The two of them ended up on the floor with Mokuba pinned under Bakura's torso and Bakura's head nestled on Mokuba's shoulder. The rest of the group gathered around them.
"As cute as this is, we really ought to help." Duke said with regret.
"Help what? Be a pillow?" Tea remarked acidly.
"Shut up. Let's get Bakura to a bed." Seto ordered. Joey, Tristan, and Duke hefted the unconscious boy onto their shoulders and marched out into the hallway. Yugi followed looking worried; Tea followed him, apparently conversing animatedly with his back. Seto and Mokuba looked at each other across the now empty room.
"You aren't lying? You weren't raped?" Seto asked awkwardly.
"No! Do you honestly think Bakura would do that! My virginity is intact!"
Seto stared at Mokuba for a moment and then strode across the room, sweeping Mokuba into a hug. A squeak escaped Mokuba as his feet went flying of the floor. How long had it been since Seto had hugged him like this? Years... years and years, not since Seto had become head of Kaiba Corp. Tears sprung involuntarily to his eyes and he clutched his older brother's shoulders as Seto squeezed him tightly.
"Oh, Mokie, I love you so much." Seto whispered huskily into Mokuba's hair.
Mokie, that old nickname... Mokuba seemed to be crying more than he had thought; the dampness had reached a place just to the right of his throat. Then Seto's tongue swirled over his skin and Mokuba realized those were not tears. He began to struggle and Seto gripped him all the tighter.
"Mokuba, you're not a fish, so stop wriggling!" Mokuba fell limp, not because of the order, but because Seto's hand was rubbing his ass and it felt so goooood. Closing his eyes he wrapped his legs around Seto's waist and squirmed with pleasure as Seto's other hand slid up his shirt. Then, just as swiftly as he had stopped struggling he started again.
"What's wrong now!" Seto cried in frustration, desperately trying to prevent Mokuba's apparent attempted suicide by cracking his head on the floor after leaping out of Seto's arms.
"This is wrong! We are brothers! This is incest! ...And I'm not gay!" Mokuba hissed, trying to prevent the scene of everybody swarming back into the room to find Mokuba with his legs around his brother.
"Incest between two brothers isn't really much of a problem, now, is it?" Seto asked calmly. Mokuba's eyes bugged out.
"I beg your pardon!"
"Well, incest is taboo because it produces children. Since we are both male, we can't have children. Where would the fetus gestate?" Seto said reasonably.
"Argh! Why! Why do you always have those damn witty quips?" Mokuba wailed, forgetting to lower his voice. Before Seto could respond Tea poked her head back in.
"Are you two coming?" There was a long pause. "What are you doing? This is your house, can't you find a room! Be sure to film it for me, though." Tea ducked back out as Mokuba's outraged cry reverberated around the room. Laughing heartily, Seto set him down and swatted at Mokuba's bottom as the young teen scampered after Tea and the others. After his escape to the hallway only to find Tea explaining to the remaining guests Mokuba wondered gloomily what he did to disserve such an abnormal brother.