Mokuba's Plan

By Pearl of the Dark Age

Disclaimer: If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh, you would know about it! Mwa ha ha ha!

Chapter 22

"Mokuba!" Seto leaned in through the open door. "Clean this room up! It looks like an animal lives in here!" Mokuba glared at his brother. "Amelda's moving in today! I don't want him to see this!"

"He's worse!" Mokuba defended, trying to shift the blame.

"That's no excuse!" Nii-sama shouted. He walked over to stand next to his younger brother. "Clean this up now! The servants complain that they can't spend all day trying to straighten your bedroom when they've got a whole house to maintain! And when Amelda arrives, you come downstairs and help me move his stuff in!"

"What?" Mokuba exclaimed. "Have the servants do that!"

Seto straightened himself to his fullest height, towering over Mokuba. "They've made themselves scarce today. I can't find them. Besides, you seemed to be just as eager as me to invite Amelda to move in the first place!"

I was more than eager, Mokuba thought, thinking of the phone call he had made. He sighed. "Do I have to help? Onii-chan has a ton of stuff! Nii-sama, I could collapse under it all!"

Seto gave him a stern look. "You want to be a man? Start acting like one instead of a lazy, pubescent teenager." He cast an eye around the room again. "This room had better be clean by the time I return or else." Nii-sama departed swiftly, leaving Mokuba feeling resentful, frustrated, and afraid.

Three hours later a bright yellow moving van pulled up the parabolic drive, towing behind it a Toyota with peeling blue paint, followed by Amelda on his red motorcycle. The two vehicles stopped, and the driver of the van got out. He walked over to Amelda, who removed his helmet, dismounted his bike, and stashed the grey helmet in the compartment under the seat. "Thanks for volunteering," Amelda said.

"I was happy to help, Zen-sama," the young bishonen said.

Seto strutted over, surprising Amelda with what the CEO called "casual" dress. "Who's this?" He asked his boyfriend, ignoring the volunteer.

"He's one of the dancers at Bishonen-ai," Amelda informed. "I asked him to drive the van so I wouldn't have to make two trips." Amelda turned to his employee. "Thanks again! I'll call a cab for you. You live in Domino City, right?"

"Yes, sir."

Amelda phoned the cab, hung up, and turned back to Seto. "Is that what you call casual? A crisp, linen shirt and nice slacks don't convince me that you intend to move boxes, Seto. Manual labor means sweat and dirt, you know."

"I don't own any jeans," Seto replied, glancing over to the bishonen, who was staring at him disbelievingly.

"Whatever," Amelda muttered. The taxi cab came a moment later, Amelda handed the volunteer a wad of cash for the taxi, and he left. Seto looked at the moving van and then at the front door expectantly. "What are you waiting for?" Amelda asked as he walked over to the hitch to unlatch the Toyota.

"Mokuba," Seto answered. He strode over to the back of the van, where Amelda was opening it up. He revealed a full cargo hold; boxes were stacked to the ceiling. Seto gulped. "Ano… We can get started. I'll grab Mokuba when we get inside."

They each took two boxes and carried them to Seto's bedroom. As he walked out of the bedroom, he made a beeline to two doors down the hall. "Mokuba!" he called. He opened the door, the room looked exactly as it had done three hours ago, and Mokuba was quickly closing the window to whatever he was looking at on the Internet. Nii-sama gave him the scorpion's look of death.

Mokuba was momentarily paralyzed. He followed his brother and Amelda downstairs, to help them move the rest of the stuff. When the majority of the boxes had been removed, Seto could see furniture stashed in the back. "Amelda," he queried, "why is your furniture here? We don't need it."

Silver eyes glinted at him. "It's mine! I sold my bed and a lot of my dishes, but I still want to keep some of my other things. I can't give my prayer table away! Nana gave me that!"

"Nana? And what's a prayer table?"

"Onii-chan's maternal grandmother," Mokuba answered his nii-sama. "He lived with her before moving to Japan. And the prayer table is the little table that was in his bedroom. Nii-sama, I would've thought you'd seen it already."

"Never made it to the bedroom," Seto muttered. He shoved the last box into Mokuba's arms to shut him up. "Take that in."

Mokuba obeyed. Amelda watched him go for a bit; then he watched Seto climb into the cargo hold, smirking to himself and enjoying the good view. "Remember to lift with your legs - not your back," Amelda cautioned.

"I know that!" Seto snapped. "Come here and help me." The redhead climbed in and walked over to the other end of the coffee table that they had played Monopoly on. "Is this the prayer table?" Seto inquired.

"No."

"Okay then, what do you need this for?" Amelda glared at him. "Fine," Seto resigned. He picked up one end of the table and walked backwards with Amelda holding the other end. The two Kaibas and Amelda successfully moved the office desk, computer, television, bookshelf, prayer table, and armoire until they got to the dilapidated couch. "I have more than enough couches, and this thing looks like it's going to fall apart!"

"Unless you replace it, I'm not getting rid of it!"

"Fine," Seto snarled. He muttered darkly under his breath, "I can't see why we need another couch…"

Amelda had fun carrying the couch up the stairs. He had started screaming, "Pivot!" at Seto, who had failed to get the humor. (A/N) Four and a half hours of back-breaking labor caused all three to be exhausted, sweaty, dirty, and grumpy with strands of hair sticking out at all angles.

"I'm taking a shower!" Mokuba announced before they reached the second floor. He crawled to his bedroom to disappear until dinner. Seto collapsed onto his own bed, not stirring. Amelda slumped to the floor beside him. He looked around the bedroom, which seemed a lot smaller now that all his stuff was occupying it, too. He scowled. Even with less space, it still had more than Amelda's whole apartment.

Once the lactic acid neutralized in Amelda's muscles, he got up to poke Seto awake. "Come on, you're filthy. You don't want to just lay there all day, do you?"

Seto moaned. "I'm not moving for all the rare Duel Monsters cards in the world!" he proclaimed.

"Suit yourself," Amelda cajoled. "I am going to take a shower now. I was going to invite you to join me, but I can see you would rather-"

Seto jumped up without a word and headed straight for the bathroom, stripping his clothes as he went. The redhead laughed softly to himself. He took off his shoes and walked into the bathroom where Seto was standing, naked, and impatient.

"Seto," Amelda said slowly, "there's something you should know about me. Something you haven't seen, yet."

There was something in his lover's voice that told Seto to pay attention. His eyes were fixed upon Amelda's face, trying to discern the importance. The redhead was removing his clothes, but he took his gloves off last. Seto gasped when he saw what Amelda had been covering up all along. Amelda swallowed, feeling more naked without his gloves than anything else. "Because we will be living together, I thought you should see this."

Seto walked slowly toward him, tentatively reaching forward to touch the scarred forearms. There were various shades of pink and white among the criss-crossing scars. It did not look like skin but leather that had been shredded through a food processor. No hair grew on them. It was tough and leathery to the touch, and Seto could feel the pain of multiple razor blades and knives as his fingertips lightly traced them. There was nothing to prepare him for this. His jaw clenched as his stoic face solidified into stone. Only his eyes expressed the sorrow he felt as he gazed into Amelda's face for an explanation.

"I lost everything," Amelda whispered. "My parents were the first to die. I convinced myself I could only live with that if I could keep Miruko alive. I failed him. The emptiness inside me was unbearable. I mutilated myself to feel… to feel anything other than my broken, empty heart. Pain is better than nothing at all." He choked on his own tears, but forced himself to continue. "When I got my soul back, I made a promise to Miruko that I would live on. I went back home. Not too long after that, I found my Nana was still alive, living with her nephew in Knin. I moved there and lived with them for three years until Nana died, too. After that, I moved here. I just couldn't take it anymore." Amelda closed his eyes; tears streamed down his face.

Seto felt suffocated. He could not speak. But he wanted Amelda to know how he felt about him. He caressed the side of Amelda's face, wiping away the tears, and kissed him gently. He embraced him protectively, drawing his bare chest to Amelda's. The redhead remained passive for a moment, letting himself be lavished with affection. He reached up and ran his fingers through Seto's short brown hair. The kiss became deeper and more aggressive as they both moved toward and into the shower. Seto reached behind Amelda to turn the water on, letting the hot clean water wash over them, taking all the dirt away.

Amelda broke the kiss, leaning his head back to let the shower spray onto his head, soaking his hair, and running down his face and neck, mingling with the salty tears. Seto loved the way Amelda looked wet. He nuzzled his neck, biting gently.

The small gasp Amelda emitted was drowned out by the sound of the falling shower. He moved back to let the water splash across Seto, rinsing dirt and sweat away. He reached behind him to grab a bath sponge, soaked it with water, and lathered it up with liquid soap. He spent his time luxuriously washing his lover. Seto grabbed a second sponge and washed Amelda in return. They gazed into each other's eyes the entire time as they carefully and slowly cleaned every square inch.

As soon as they were squeaky clean and the sponges had exhausted themselves of lather, they took turns shampooing and conditioning the other's hair. After that, Amelda started to kiss Seto's chest. He made little circles with his tongue, explored shallow crevices between toned muscles, and teased his nipples, causing shock waves of pleasure in Seto. He had dropped the sponge and used his free hands to rub against Seto - anywhere within reach.

Amelda knelt down, taking in Seto's length into his mouth. Fellatio was an art for Amelda. He sucked a little harder at the glans, applied pressure with his tongue on the frenulum, and licked the shaft as if it were covered in sugar as he moved in a rhythmic motion. Seto's brain flooded with pleasure, and he keeled over, leaning on Amelda for support. His knees turned to butter, and he had difficulty standing on the slippery floor of the shower. His moans were loud enough to be heard in the bedroom.

Seto could feel his groin muscles tighten with anticipation, then release their contraction in an orgasmic spasm. Amelda stood up, transferring the emission he had not swallowed into a sticky kiss. Seto let the sharp tasting fluid flow down his throat as their tongues wrestled for dominance. It wasn't the first time Amelda had pulled that trick, but Seto discovered he liked the taste. It was the texture that took getting used to.

He grabbed Amelda's penis to masturbate him as they kissed passionately. Within a minute or so, Amelda lost the ability to moan and kiss simultaneously, and he rested his head on Seto's shoulders. He went as limp as a fish when he climaxed and insisted that Seto carry him out of the shower. "I can't stand up," he said, smiling broadly. "Carry me like you did when you took my soul."

Seto did not bother to ask how he knew about that. He turned off the water, picked up the redhead, and carried him to the bed. He left him lying there to grab a few towels. "Get a comb and a hair dryer while your at it!" Amelda called after him. He returned with all items, and they lovingly dried each other off.

"When are we going to have sex?" Seto asked. He had asked on their date, but Amelda had said never on the first date.

"When you're ready," Amelda replied, rubbing the brunette's hair dry with a towel.

"I'm ready," Seto said.

"Really?" Amelda smiled. "You know, I'm always top."

Seto dropped the towel he was using. "That's not fair!" he exclaimed. "I should be top!"

"You have the experience?" Amelda rhetorically inquired. "You should let me take you before you make assumptions. I'm damn good! I know how to give you multiple orgasms."

Seto did not know how to further prove that he should be top. He had no experience, and until Amelda just said it now, he did not think multiple orgasms were for men. When he stated this, Amelda returned, "It's a myth that only women can receive multiple orgasms. It takes practice and experience. I can show you things you've never even dreamt of, Seto. Furthermore, I won't tolerate any of your "pride" issues. Let me be top for now. Maybe later I'll change my mind. So, do you want to have sex now?"

"Ano," Seto said, gulping, "there's no rush."

Author's Note: The "pivot" joke is a pop culture reference to the television show, "Friends." (1)

If you want to know about the background story referenced in this chapter, please visit my forum, "Ink."