Mokuba's Plan

By Pearl of the Dark Age

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Period.

Chapter 31

Seto's hand ran up Amelda's thigh over to his abdomen, feeling out ripples like water over stones. Warmth spread throughout Amelda, tingling his lips, fingers, and groin. A succulant kiss graced his open mouth, stiffling an escaping moan. Clothes were discarded without a second thought. Seto's fingers entwined themselves in red tresses, pulling him closer in a merciless kiss. Amelda undulated his entire body underneath his lover, pressing upon him suggestively.

Seto broke apart their kiss to ask, "Do you want to be on your back or your knees?"

Amelda bit his lip, trying to find a way out of being bottom. "That's a loaded question."

The brunette's eyes flashed as he mirrored Amelda's trademark smile. "You can't escape me, my love. I know you want it."

"I said I wasn't ready," the redhead replied, betraying himself with a mischievous expression. The shines laughed at Seto as they danced on the silver pool.

"Liar," the brunette returned. "You can lie on your back. I want to see your face." He caressed the side of Amelda's face, down his neck, and further down. He smiled with satisfaction as Amelda closed his eyes in a spasm of delight. Teeth clashed as he smashed his mouth against Amelda's in another passionate kiss. The sheer pleasure flowing through the two men was enough to question the legality of such an intoxication.

After five or so minutes of foreplay, Seto left Amelda teetering on the edge of ecstasy as he went to fetch the lubricant. The redhead lay immobile with his eyes fluttering, usure of anything except what he now wanted more than everything. "Hurry," he moaned softly. The cobalt-blue eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he complied nonetheless. He was more than happy to give Amelda anything he asked for - even more happy to be the one to give.

A sharp cry followed penetration. Pressure swelled inside him, and the periphery hurt like hell. Amelda dug his nails into Seto's back, clinging in an almost desperation. His flexibility allowed him to bring his ankles up to the brunette's shoulders, allowing for deeper penetration. Amelda remembered the advice he had so often given his lovers, and he forced himself to relax, breathe deeply, and concentrate on what felt good. Soon, the pain subsided as the pressure mounted, causing a burning pleasure to build up as his G spot was stimulated repeatedly.

Their eyes locked, bonding them into one person, one experience. One climax turned into two; then three until gratification settled in. They each felt complete, whole with the other. A force stronger than need or desire bonded them together. They were two individuals, who remained unique unto themselves, even as one united. They were in love.

Catching his breath, Seto could hear the blood rushing through his veins. He felt his pulse slow down as he took several deep breaths. Amelda seemed to have fallen asleep after it was over, or maybe he just passed out from over-stimulation. The brunette stared at the ceiling without seeing it. In his mind he thought of everything that had happened to bring him to this day - this moment.

And what made him smile was that every day from now on was going to be just as grand. He had everything his heart desired now. He felt complete. He thought of his childhood, and he wondered vaguely if his parents had not died would he still be the same person. He thought of the hell his adoptive father had put him through, and the glory of seizing Kaiba Corp right out from underneath the sour old militant.

It struck him that Mokuba had been right all along. He remembered his younger brother's protest that he wanted his nii-sama to smile the way he did before they were adopted. Seto supposed that he had strayed from his true self that day he challenged Gozoboro Kaiba to a chess match. And with each beating and berating he took from Gozoboro, he strayed further still. Even so, he had no regrets.

He did not return to the true path until he first dueled Yugi. The penalty game he played was his first step to this present day - to his present self. Deep down, although Seto would never tell anyone (especially Yugi), he admitted to himself that he was glad he had lost. He was glad that he was able to piece back together his broken heart.

Destroying the duel tower at the end of Battle City had been fun. That, too, was another milestone. He was able to release his anger and hatred of his past, and finally he was able to move forward. The future he planned for himself and Mokuba could be realized. His dream could finally become reality. Then he met Amelda.

Amelda reminded him of the man he could have become had he not awoken his true self, pieced his heart back together, and demolish the hatred he had harbored for so long. Perhaps he wanted to save Amelda for that very reason. He knew that deep down, the pacifist was trying to piece back together his own heart.

Seto glanced over to his lover, slightly surprised to see his silver eyes open and wet. "What's the matter with you? I couldn't have hurt you that badly," Seto remarked. He gazed upon the silent redhead, who returned a soft smile. "Amelda?" He leaned in closer, gracing his face with an intimate caress of concern.

"No, I'm all right," Amelda replied just above a whisper. "I'm more than all right, actually." He exhaled a deep breath as his eyes gazed into space contemplatively. "I was just thinking."

Several seconds lagged before Seto finally asked, "About what?"

"You… me… us," he replied vaguely. A blissful light shined forth from his face. "I don't know how to explain it, but I feel as if I am free. It's as if I had been walking a long journey, and I've finally found a comfortable place to rest."

Seto was strongly reminded of the dream he had the morning of Mokuba's return. He did not say anything, for he still was wary of such things. But he studied Amelda's face carefully, fighting to accept the fact that his expression was exactly as it had been in the dream: Peaceful. He rested his head next to his lover, gazing into empty space, too.

"Do I make any sense to you?" Amelda inquired. He turned slightly to observe any subtle changes in his boyfriend's expression. At most he could tell that Seto took him seriously.

"Yes," the brunette replied confidently. But he neglected to elaborate further.

Amelda knew that Seto would not explain himself. He was okay with that just as long as Seto did understand him. "How long have you known I was in love with you?" Amelda asked.

A small spasm of puzzlement furrowed Seto's brows thoughtfully. "What? Since you told me," he answered as if this was obvious.

"No," Amelda returned. "I think you knew before then. You just never said anything."

Seto thought back. He remembered all the musings he had tortured himself with after he had seen Amelda stopping for those ducks. Did I know then? he wondered, thinking of the jog he had taken the next Friday morning. He had been wondering then why Amelda had given up his last turn for him in the second duel. He had denied the answer at the time. "Maybe I did know," he said aloud.

Amelda smiled, satisfied. "When?" he persisted.

Reluctance etched across Seto's features. "I don't know, Amelda."

"Yes, you do."

Seto turned to meet the stormy eyes head on. "I guess I've always known subconsciously, but I'm not sure exactly when I knew. But you're right. I knew you were in love with me before you ever told me - even before I told you. It was something that never needed to be said."

"It's still nice to hear," Amelda replied thoughtfully.

"I suppose," Seto conceded. "Why are you in love with me?"

"How can you ask that?" the redhead returned, surprised. "Aren't you the conceited one?"

"No, that's you."

"I'm not conceited!" Amelda said in a raised voice, dangerously encroaching upon a high decible. "I am as humble as a monk!"

Seto snorted with laughter. "Only when discussing philosophical things are you humble. Otherwise, you are just as bad as me."

"Hmm," Amelda agreed. "You're right. I hate it when you're right!"

A smirk fleeted across Seto's face in his small victory. He grew serious again. "Amelda, why are you in love with me? Why did you give up your last turn?"

The redhead was immensely content that Seto understood that pivotal moment, because it still haunted his own thoughts. "I believed in you," he said simply. "I wanted you to win. I wanted you to be right."

"You just said that you hate it when I am right."

"Uh… that's different. I wanted to be wrong then because deep in my heart I knew that I was. I just couldn't bring myself to face the truth." The pacifist drew a slow, painful breath. "I needed you to do that for me. I was so consumed in my desire to justify Miruko's death. I needed some kind of closure."

"Do you have one now?" Seto queried.

"No," Amelda admitted. "But I have a beginning of one. I feel as if I can finally…"

"Let it go?" Seto suggested helpfully.

Amelda nodded. "Letting him go is the hardest part of all," he whispered. His fingers traced out the muscles in Seto's chest absentmindedly. "Home wasn't just a place or dwelling for me," Amelda informed. "It's where I live. I lived in my own mind for the longest time, dwelling in my most painful memories. I moved in with you because I wanted to make you into my new home."

He gazed deeply into Seto's eyes, and the brunette knew what was coming next. He held his breath, feeling as he had in the dream: willing to do anything for the redhead. Amelda smiled at him benignly and whispered, "You are my heart."

The End

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Special thanks to my beta-reader, Una Morgan, for all the proofreading! I know you were very busy, and I really appreciate all the wonderful edits and helpful suggestions! Thanks to Ruka, the Evil Dolphin, my gamma-reader, for the R&R and being such a cool friend! Thanks to my new delta-reader, Mandolina Lightrobber,for helping me with that wonderful suggestion for Chapter 25, finding the little typos and mistakes I somehow missed, all your reviews, support, and friendship! Thanks to MOG for the R&R and most importantly for being such a wonderful friend! (glomps) Go Onions! Thanks Mr. Cat for your artwork that inspired a part of this story and for the R&R, too! Thanks to Flying Tiger and Sexy Dolphin for reviewing even though they are not anime fans! Hugs to you both! Thanks to Llonella, dragonlady222, Lady Psychic, and JouVal-Yaoi-Fanatik for all of your reviews and enthusiasm! You guys are great!

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Extras such as deleted scenes, alternate scenes, abandoned concepts, etc. are in the next chapter! Feel free to leave a review if you like! References are in the last chapter, and since I won't be updating anymore you may review that too if it tickles your fancy! Also, Story Alerts for this fic are no longer necessary. You can deactivate them now. If you don't have me on Author Alert yet, and you are interested in my upcoming fic, "Quinquepertitus," I suggest you put me on Author Alert. This next fic is going to be my pride and joy! I love MP, but this one is going to leave it in the dust! It's a five part saga about Amelda's life. A lot of material for MP was taken from this fic, but I didn't go into details like I will in Q. I also must warn you that Q will not be as fluffy nor as… well, MP'ish as this fic. (If that makes any sense…) See my forum, Ink, for further details!