Mokuba's Plan
By Pearl of the Dark Age
Disclaimer: (Bashes head into wall, muttering darkly about disclaimers) I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Chapter 30
Seto's breath quickened as his lover increased his pace. Amelda propped himself up on his forearms. The scissor position was a favorite of Seto's, but the redhead found it difficult to maintain a more robust pace. "Are you okay?" he asked. The brunette nodded; his eyes were closed. "Open your eyes."
Seto complied. "I wish you wouldn't talk so much during sex," he said.
"There's nothing wrong with open communication," Amelda replied. "It's the key to better sex."
Seto rolled his eyes. "Then why don't you take your gloves off?" he asked. He had heard about lovers who did not remove their socks, but Amelda had the habit of not removing his gloves.
"You know why I wear them," Amelda said softly. He felt his energy depleting; and he slowed down, resting closer to the brunette's body. His face was so close he could see the fine details in the blue irises.
"Exactly," Seto replied. He gasped for a second, nearing climax. "I do know why you wear them. You don't have to hide anything from me."
Amelda could not reply. His breath was rapid, his muscles tensed, and he ejaculated a couple seconds later. He stayed inside his lover until it began to hurt, and then he removed himself with care. Seto moaned softly, and his body went limp. He had climaxed twice already, and he was not sure if he could handle a third. "Take off your gloves, Amelda," he said.
"What for? We're done." The redhead lay on his back beside his boyfriend. "It's amazing that I've lived here for over a month now," he commented.
"Nothing less than I expected," Seto replied confidently. "Take your gloves off, Amelda."
"No."
Seto rolled on top of his boyfriend, and he attempted to remove them by force. The redhead possessed astonishingly quick reflexes and denser, more powerful muscles than the CEO. Amelda had not only succeeded in retaining his gloves but managed to wriggle his way out from underneath as well. "I'm taking a shower," he announced dryly, removing his gloves only after he entered the bathroom.
Seto relaxed for a moment; then he got up to follow the reluctant redhead. "I don't understand you, Amelda," he said. "You walk around naked all the time! You know it drives me crazy. I can't understand how you can be so immodest, so blatantly confident in your sexuality, but so insecure about a few scars."
Amelda sighed as he turned on the shower tap. "It's more than 'a few,' and you know it," he said firmly. "I don't walk around naked, because I still wear my gloves."
The brunette gave a soft snort at the semantics. "It's ridiculous," Seto stated as he stepped inside to join him. "You shouldn't have it both ways. I tolerate your lack of modesty, but I can't tolerate this. Why do you do it? You know I know what your arms look like, and you know how I feel. Why, Amelda?"
"If you were as ugly as me you would feel the same way," Amelda replied, just barely audible over the splattering water.
Seto was dumbstruck. Ugly? he wondered. "You really confuse me sometimes," Seto said. "How can you be a bishonen dancer and ugly?"
"I wear gloves there, too." Amelda shrugged. He did not feel that the two were related.
Seto's jaw clenched in an effort to prevent himself from riddling Amelda with numerous insults. He took a deep breath to try and focus his thoughts, arranging them in a tactful manner. "Amelda," he said with a tone of finality, "you are not ugly."
Amelda looked at him curiously. "Yes, I am. I know it's just my arms, Seto, but these scars reflect who I am on the inside."
Seto grabbed Amelda by the shoulders and pulled him close forcefully. "You are not ugly, Amelda! Yes, your arms are ugly, but they don't mean that you are, too. These scars reflect your pain and sorrow. They reflect the darkness that preyed upon your soul. You cannot see yourself the way I do. You would need to be able to hold a mirror to your soul to see how beautiful it really is. You're wrong, Amelda. I would seriously question your intelligence if you still believe otherwise."
"Where's your proof?" Amelda asked. "There's no such mirror."
"I love you," Seto stated firmly. "There's my proof."
Amelda had to smile at his lover's reasoning. He had to admit to himself that Seto had a point. However, he was reluctant to concede as usual. He had always accepted his ugly side. It was a part of him like his past. He could see the subtle signs of pained exasperation on Seto's features, and he knew that he was hurting him. "I'm sorry, Seto," he said quietly. "I don't know what to tell you."
"Say 'I'm beautiful,'" Seto replied. "Say 'I am wrong; you are right. I'm really not ugly.'"
"I'm not going to say that," Amelda returned as he rinsed the conditioner out of his hair. He gave himself a final rinse and stepped out of the shower. Seto hurried to finish washing himself, too, so Amelda could not escape.
"There's no way this conversation is over!" Seto yelled as the redhead disappeared into the bedroom with a towel on his head. Two minutes later, the squeaky clean brunette scrambled into a terry cloth bathrobe and stormed into the bedroom. The room was empty. Scowling, he quickly dressed himself in his royal blue pajamas and a black kimono, slipped some loafers on his feet, and went to Mokuba's room first in search for his boyfriend. His younger brother's room was empty also, which meant he was downstairs playing video games.
Seto quickly searched the second floor, and strode down the stairs to the first floor living room. His assumption about his brother had been correct, and so had the hunch that Amelda had joined him. The redhead sat cross-legged on the floor next to his younger brother. "Yes?" the otouto inquired mildly as he entered the room.
"Mokuba, it's Thursday night. You have school tomorrow. Go to bed," Seto ordered.
The raven-haired teen ignored his nii-sama at first. His velvet eyes were fixated on the TV. "Don't worry, Nii-sama," he informed without turning to Seto. "This will only take a second." He pummeled the controller, making his character move onscreen. When he reached a safe spot to save the game, he did. He sighed heavily, disappointed his fun was cut short, and put everything away. "Sorry, Onii-chan. I guess we'll have to play later."
"You know, Seto, it isn't that late," Amelda said while observing Mokuba. "Why can't he stay up a little longer?"
Seto glared at Amelda. "Don't hide behind him to avoid talking to me," he said in just above a whisper.
Mokuba's eyes widened in surprise. He looked from Nii-sama to Onii-chan to see if what was said was true. Amelda gave him a sheepish grin and winked. "Come on, kiddo. Don't you want to stay up a little later? Aren't you tired of your nii-sama treating you like a child?"
The words sunk deep for Mokuba, and he looked to his nii-sama imploringly. Seto growled at the redhead for turning his brother against him. Seto made eye contact with Mokuba. "You can stay up for another hour, but go to your bedroom and get ready for bed. I have something to discuss with Amelda."
Mokuba knew better than to argue. He wanted to help his onii-chan, but he knew by Nii-sama's tone that the redhead was not in serious trouble. He stood up. "Good night, Onii-chan," he said, kissing him on top of the head. "Good night, Nii-sama." He hugged his brother quickly and ambled out of the room to go up the stairs.
"Amelda," Seto began, "you really know how to get under my skin, don't you?" His boyfriend did not reply. He stared at a spot on the floor, picking at the carpet absentmindedly. "I want you to understand that you are not ugly."
"This really bothers you, doesn't it?" Amelda queried with a note of concern, finally turning to him, and making eye contact. "Seto, get over it." He stood up and made to pass, but Seto grabbed him around the middle in a one-arm hug, holding him hostage. The pacifist did not struggle for freedom. Instead, he put his arms around Seto's silk clad shoulders with a catty smile and kissed him sweetly.
"Amelda, there are other things we have to discuss," Seto said, but his tone was softer than before. "You are stubborn and controlling. You say that you set these so-called "rules" to prevent me from controlling you, when all that you're doing is telling me what to do. You say that being bottom is not the same thing as being uke, but I don't get to be top because you adamantly refuse to share. That's controlling, too. That makes you seme. I don't have any desire to control you-"
"Seto, only women babble this much," Amelda interrupted, kissing him again.
Seto's aggravation increased. He's not listening! He pulled away from his boyfriend and guided them to the couch. He sat Amelda down and stood in front of him with his arms folded seriously. "Amelda, listen to me…"
"I'm listening," he replied airily. He blinked slowly, resigned to being lectured. "You're a lot like my nana," he remarked dryly, which went ignored.
"I learned a lot over the summer," Seto began, elaborating from the starting point. "I know that I should let you be as you are. I do. I gave you a room to keep all your stuff the way you like it." He shuddered slightly. "I can't understand your organization skills, or how you never seem to lose anything. Your hectic schedule, if it really is a schedule, doesn't really annoy me because I spend most of my time at work. I understand that you're job is demanding, but I don't really agree with your work philosophy. You hardly ever spend your own money, and you are more unlikely to spend mine. Money isn't an issue here, though."
"Then why bring it up?" Amelda inquired casually. "Sit down, Seto. You don't need to stand there like you're lecturing me."
Reluctantly, Seto sat down next to him. He took a deep breath before continuing. "Mokuba should have warned me about you. I know why he didn't. He loves you. You're his onii-chan. And he didn't want to turn me off to the idea of you moving in. I don't have a problem with his close relationship to you anymore. I was a little jealous at first that he got to spend an entire month living with you. Now I've been with you just as long, and I believe I know you quite well."
"Hmmm," Amelda agreed, "the basics, yes." He never did go into details about his past.
Almost as if Seto could read his mind, he said, "I don't know everything about your past. But I do know what kind of a person you are at present. This brings me back to what I was saying. I learned over the summer about growth, knowledge, responsibility, and respect."
"Are you talking about work?" Amelda inquired, puzzled. He leaned on Seto. "Talk to me about something else."
"I'm talking about love, Amelda," Seto returned with a bite of impatience. The shines in the silver eyes danced at him in amusement. "I want you to grow and unfold for your own sake. I'm not trying to change you to fit my preferences. I am not trying to control you. I can't love someone I can control, anyways. So, there's your proof that I won't be controlling of you. And you need to learn to trust me, Amelda. You love me, you say, but you don't trust me? I can't be your top because you have a fear of someone using you. You've been betrayed so many times in your life. Half of your life has been out of your hands, manipulated by that creep so he could use you to achieve his own ends. I'm not Dartz, Amelda. I want to be your top, too."
Amelda stared into empty space, letting the words sink in. "What was that other stuff you were saying? I know how knowledge and respect fits into this, but what are you responsible for?"
"My responsibility is a self-imposed duty. You are pretty independent and don't need my help for hardly anything. I know that you're a strong person, but you're also human. I want to help you whenever you do need it… just be there for you, basically. I wish that you could just let me love you."
"You're talking about my nightmares, aren't you?" Amelda said softly. He sighed. "I'll let you be responsible for that. After all, when I was working with Doom, Raphael was the one who was responsible. I can trust you, Seto."
"Can you trust me to be top?" he asked. His deep blue eyes gazed imploringly into the somber grey. Amelda looked away, obviously hesitant. "You can trust me with your soul but not your ass?" Seto asked, referring to their second duel.
Amelda gave him a guilty grin. "But… it's going to hurt…" he protested, smiling. "I've never been bottom before. I'm not really ready, Seto."
"But, do you trust me?" Seto inquired. Amelda nodded. "Good! That's all I need to know." He picked up the redhead and carried him in the same manner as when he had lost his soul.
"Hang on a second!" Amelda cried, wiggling slightly as Seto carried him up the stairs. "We already had sex!"
"We've done it several times in a row before," Seto replied with a subtle, kinky tone in his voice. "Why should tonight be any different?"
"I'm not ready for this!" the redhead yelled at the top of his lungs as they passed Mokuba's room. "Mokuba! Help me! Mokuba!" He squirmed half-heartedly, trying to free himself from his lover's embrace. Mokuba poked his head out the door, giving them a quizzical look.
"Don't worry, Otouto," Seto said calmly, "Your onii-chan is only being a tease." He gave his younger brother a wink and they disappeared into their bedroom. Seto deposited him on the bed, closed the door, and locked it. He strode over to Amelda with a gleaming, proud smile and declared, "You're mine!"