Mokuba's Plan

By Pearl of the Dark Age

Disclaimer: Kazuki Takahashi knows that he owns Yu-Gi-Oh and I don't. If you believe that I do, I suggest you look for help.

Chapter 26

Ever since three weeks prior when Seto had asked for sex, there had been no mention of it. This surprised Amelda, who had expected another request from the horny CEO, especially during the romantic and steamy night they spent at the minshuku. Seto was indeed introvertly passionate as Mokuba had said, but the younger Kaiba brother had no idea just how much of this passion was released extrovertly when they were alone together. Amelda was now satisfied that it was time for Seto to "graduate."

The redhead sat upon the bed, stark naked, and contemplated a tube of lubricant warming in a bucket of hot water beside the bed. Seto walked in, unable to see the bucket since it was blocked from his vision by the bed. He removed his shoes, shrugged off his jacket, hung it up, and stretched out upon the bed. "My neck hurts," he stated.

His lover made no comment as he crawled over. He could see Seto watching him upside-down as he untied his four-in-hand. Amelda reached for the bottom of Seto's shirt, yanked it - untucking it, and in one swift motion pulled it off completely. Amelda smiled at the quiet CEO, tossing his removed garments aside. He kissed Seto upside-down, who was intrigued by this new sensation.

Amelda moved to nibble his ear affectionately. His hair tickled Seto's nose. He moved up to kiss his neck and collar bone. Seto relaxed, letting Amelda have it his way. Little licks, sucks, and bites accompanied the meandering mouth as Amelda made his way to the indent at the base of the neck, up the center and across the chest to the nipples. Instead of following the center again, he kissed Seto up his side, tickling him. He reached the barrier of pants, nuzzled an impatient and aroused erection, and agonizingly slowly unfastened the belt with his teeth.

Seto reached up with both hands, grabbed Amelda's ass, and pulled his pelvis down towards him. A small moan of pleasure escaped Amelda as he felt a hot, moist mouth wrap his length. He lost patience himself and stripped Seto of his pants and boxer-briefs in one swift motion. (24) He took in the entire length of Seto's erection deep in his throat. He controlled his gag-reflex, moved slow at first, then sped up. Thirty seconds of deep-throat fellatio was all it took for Seto to lose focus and the ability to be the nine to the six.

Loud, amorous moans told an approaching Mokuba to stay away from the master bedroom even though the door was slightly ajar. He shut himself in his own room, put on some headphones, and drowned himself in music as he did his homework. He smiled to himself, very satisfied that his plan to find Nii-sama love had worked.

A loud but short moan accompanied Seto's climax as he ejaculated. Amelda swallowed. He took a couple deep breaths before reaching to the back of Seto's thighs and pulling his legs towards him. Amelda drew the knees of the limp figure beneath him as close to his sides as his flexibility would allow. The redhead jutted forward slightly to lick his perineum, roughly massaging it with his tongue, and moving further to massage and probe Seto until he was completely relaxed.

It took the brunette several seconds when he opened his eyes to realize that Amelda was no longer on top of him. He blinked a few times in confusion, his pleasure-permeated brain reaching comprehension slowly. He turned his head to his right to see the redhead wearing a condom and fishing out a tube of lubricant from a hidden water source.

Amelda gave his lover a mysterious smile. He shook the water off the plastic tube, popped the cap, and commenced application. It was not until the redhead had moved over to Seto and applied some lubricant on the receiving end that Seto realized what was happening. He jerked backwards to escape, but Amelda was too quick for him. He launched himself on the reluctant virgin, pinning him down by his wrists, and using his knees to spread his legs back and apart.

"Don't worry, my love," Amelda whispered huskily. "I'll be gentle."

But the sadistic smile told Seto otherwise. "I don't believe you, Amelda," he protested. "I know you better than that." He wriggled in an attempt for freedom to no avail. Thrashing only made Amelda tighten his grip and exert his full force. The redhead was much stronger than Seto; he had the same body frame, but his muscles were denser. (A/N)

"If you really don't want to," Amelda said slowly, "I'll let you go. Tell me that you don't want me to make love to you."

Seto stopped struggling. He swallowed, wondering how much it was going to hurt. They both knew that he was not going to tell Amelda no. His lover saw the answer in his deep blue eyes. "As I push in I want you to try and 'push' me out," Amelda instructed. In answer to Seto's obvious confusion, he explained, "This will help ease the pain. After we've done this a few times, it won't hurt anymore. But you have to be completely relaxed, or it will hurt badly."

Seto nodded to show that he understood.

A majestic snow-capped mountain stood tall and stately among a lordly line of its brethren. This king among giants kept vigil over the luscious green terrain below. The long grasses of the Mongolian steppes swayed in unison with the slightest breeze - to all the world and crystal sky above appearing as a jewel colored sea. A quiet softer than the falling snow whispered no secrets of violent orogenies long ago.

Amelda stepped outside, breathing in the cold air and letting the warmth of the sunshine wash his face. Heart stood behind him, watching him carefully. "Your body may have healed," she stated, "but your soul has a ways to go yet."

"I'll be fine," Amelda replied softly. "I have you now." He turned to the inside of the ger and smiled. "I haven't been able to rest since I can't remember."

"What can you not remember?" she asked tentatively.

"Happiness," answered Amelda. "You know the happiness and contentment that comes from when your soul is free of guilt. When you have someone who loves you, and all the world can be seen within their eyes."

Heart bowed her head and murmured softly, just barely audible over the chilly wind ravishing the cloths of the ger, "Your time for happiness is near."

Seto opened his eyes. Did I fall asleep? he wondered. He deduced that he must have, after looking at the late hour upon his alarm clock. He sat upright, slowly. He was considerably sore, but not to the exaggerated sense that he had heard about. He breathed slowly, letting the assault of images play in his mind. He had no regrets being bottom, and he knew that in time he would share the position of top. He gazed at the sleeping redheaded bishonen beside him, and his heart filled with love and contentment.

Seto knew better to not touch Amelda if he did not want to wake him. The slightest touch or noise was enough to wake the light sleeper. The passive lover enjoyed watching the pacifist sleep. He appeared just as peaceful as he did when he had lost his soul. Perhaps even then, Seto thought, I was starting to feel attracted to him. He recalled the sympathy he had felt, and the rare generosity of sending Amelda to the hospital. When he had looked at that face, he could not even bring himself to boast about his victory to Yugi and his friends. They did not need to know what had happened.

Seto felt as if they had exchanged something in that duel. Some kind of understanding had passed between the duelists. He could see himself in the psychotic swordsman. He could not explain why, but even then he had been fascinated by him. Amelda fascinated Seto to an extreme. The brunette fervently desired to probe the very depths of Amelda's soul and learn every secret, flaw, and mystery. He yearned to know Amelda intimately.

Seto did not place people upon pedestals. But there was something about his lover that demanded an almost reverence. Or perhaps it's just love…

Through the open door entered his younger brother, who felt it was safe now that it had been quiet for some time. Seto felt a mixed pang of annoyance and amusement as he observed his otouto's wide, expressive eyes.

"Wow," Mokuba remarked loudly, waking Amelda. "I've never seen Onii-chan sleep on his back before." He moved over to the side where Amelda now lay awake. "Did you two have sex?" Mokuba asked pointedly, observing their naked bodies that were half hidden beneath the sheets.

Amelda rolled over onto his stomach. "What's it to you?" he mumbled. Mokuba's face lit up. Seto could feel his insides twist into knots as he blushed. Amelda sighed and glanced at Seto, indicating that it was Nii-sama's responsibility to respond properly to Mokuba.

His younger brother stared at him expectantly. "Yes," Seto answered simply. "Now get out." Mokuba did not move, but his eyes and smile widened to an unreal extent. Seto covered his face with a hand. "I don't want to discuss it with you, Mokuba," he said firmly, blushing beet red; his hand burned from the heat. "It's none of your business." Mokuba twisted his mouth, evidently thinking. "Get out, Mokuba," Seto repeated.

"What if you were to answer one question for me?" the raven-haired youth inquired. "I will promise to leave you alone and not ask another question if you do."

"Forget it!" Seto said firmly. "I know what you are going to ask. I'm not going to answer." He poked the redhead in the back. "And neither will you!"

"But Nii-sama!" Mokuba protested.

"I will not repeat myself again," Seto whispered warningly as the color drained from his face. His cold eyes fixed upon his younger brother, trying to force him to leave.

Amelda snorted with laughter. He rolled back over, glanced at Seto's stoney expression, and looked at Mokuba seriously. "Don't worry about it, kiddo" he said. "It's not that important."

"That doesn't answer my question," Mokuba said, still grinning. "You know what I mean, Onii-chan!"

"I told you before, kiddo," Amelda said sweetly, "I'm always top." Seto buried himself under the sheets to avoid his brother's gaze.

Mokuba laughed. "I was not sure what to expect," he remarked. "Good night. See you in the morning!" He walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

"Why do you never listen to me?" Seto asked Amelda from under the sheet.

Author's Note: This is a bit difficult to explain in the narrative, so I'll explain here. Denser muscles mean same size but more power. So, Seto and Amelda look as if they might be the same strength, but they aren't. Also, Amelda is drawn differently in the episodes he's featured in. In the first duel, he looks to be the same body type and size as Seto, but in the second duel, he looks thinner. I opt for the first duel look and explain the second duel look with that he probably stopped eating out of anxiety. There's no evidence for this – I'm just making it up.