Chapter 9

Joey bit his bottom lip and stepped a little closer to the fire that he'd started in the fireplace to use as the heat source for his soup. He was feeling much too cold, he knew that, but when he'd snuggled up against Seto and had begun kissing his throat, he'd been told quite firmly that not only was Seto currently incapable of pleasing him but that he was uncomfortable doing it with his brother so close, even if he was unconscious. He'd been disappointed, but he didn't want to aggravate Seto when he was still so injured, and he supposed that it had been a little too bold of him with Mokuba in the room with him.

The heat on his legs burned uncomfortably, but for a few moments, it made him forget about how cold he was. He took a sip of the broth and shivered as the hot liquid slid down his throat. It only helped warm him slightly. He was seriously confused as to how his sister was staying warm when he couldn't even bear not being touched for a day or two. His mate was hurt, though, and insisted on caring for his brother even though Joey had told him he didn't mind and would have even enjoyed taking care of both of them.

When Seto had told him point-blank that he was taking care of Mokuba, though, Joey couldn't help feeling a little rejected, especially after being told 'no' for physical affection. So, as the brunet tried to coax his feeble brother to eat the soup Joey had brought him earlier, it only left the black dragon to clean up the mess he'd made in the kitchen and keep the large amount of soup he'd made from burning.

Sitting on the hearth so he could heat his back, Joey sighed, frowning as he spread his wings to absorb more heat. "So much for takin' care of your mate and his brother," he mumbled sadly. He traced a circle in the dust on the floor until he shuddered anxiously. The heat from the fire helped, but he still felt a cold ache in his bones.

He shivered again and dug his teeth into his bottom lip harder, then stood abruptly and began pacing the floor, hoping to get his heart rate up so that he wouldn't be so cold. Serenity had said she'd been doing obstacle courses to keep warm, and while he may have been angry with her, he decided she might have something going for her there and perhaps he could use it, too. He just didn't want to leave the two brothers here alone while he was flying, just in case Seto finally decided that he needed his help for something.

Not that he would. Because he was just cooking for them right now and would be back to lounging around and trying to amuse himself as soon as Seto was better.

"This. Isn't. Working," he ground out helplessly, tears forming in his eyes as he walked over to sit down in front of the fire again. He gripped his hands into tight fists and heaved a shaky sigh, then leaned his face in his hand and groaned. "So cold…" He tried to ignore it a few more minutes, but eventually, it became too much to bear.

Sliding his hand between his legs, he moaned as his erection throbbed. Every bone in his body ached with cold and all he wanted to do was heat his body up completely if only for a moment. He carefully inched his pants down his hips and whined at the idea that his mate wasn't helping him, but then he remembered the scab covering Seto's entire back, the flesh missing from the bases of his wings, and the disappointment immediately dissolved into shame.

Joey licked his fingers for a moment before reaching down and shoving them inside, mewling quietly. "Nn…" He squirmed a little as he tried to find the special spot that would help him warm up, spreading his wings to keep from falling back into the fire. "Ooh… Ah-!" He arched his back as he finally brushed his fingertips over it, whimpering as he continued to thrust his fingers in and out.

After a few moments, he closed his eyes and pretended that the fingers inside of him were longer, paler. He pretended that his mate was looking at him with hunger in his eyes instead of confused desperation. He imagined the brunet looming over him, leering eyes conveying 'mine!' instead of 'mine?' And, wrapping his hand around his hard shaft, he pretended that his mate was there, kissing him and stroking his erection.

Joey tilted his head back and dug his teeth into his bottom lip hard to keep from crying out as he came, body stiffening almost painfully as heat flooded his body. He winced as he tasted blood on his tongue and relaxed his jaw, groaning when he traced the cuts on the inside of his top lip from his sharp teeth. Pulling his fingers out and pulling his pants back up, he stood shakily and walked over to the counter to pick up a towel and wipe the mess from his stomach.

He felt terrible. His mate was injured, his mate's brother was too sick and weak to take care of himself, and there he was in the kitchen, pleasuring himself. He felt disgusting and selfish for being uncomfortable just because he was a little cold when Seto's back had been flayed open and Mokuba had almost died from malnutrition. He had no right to be disappointed or angry because his mate didn't have the time and energy to help keep him warm.

Joey looked at the towel and wrinkled his nose in disgust, muttering, "I'm the worst." Turning, he threw the towel into the fire in frustration and walked over to stir the large pot of soup, hoping that it hadn't burned while he'd been touching himself.

He blinked as he felt a pair of arms wrap around him and looked down in confusion, then gasped and turned quickly. "Seto-!"

Seto smashed their lips together to keep him from saying anything. He hadn't realized just how long he'd made the blond wait, and he felt guilty for making him feel cold. Breaking the kiss slowly, he turned his head and began kissing his throat. "I'm sorry. I didn't feel it was safe to leave him until after he'd eaten a few meals."

Joey squirmed. "Set—I-I already got myself off, so—ya shouldn't be up like this, Seto. You're hurt, and if Yug' found out I'd let ya hurt yourself even more because I let ya up, I—"

"I hurt your feelings when I told you we shouldn't, didn't I?" The brunet kissed his jaw lightly. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah, well, it's fine—I mean, you're hurt, so ya can't really be expected t'—Mmn!" Mewling as the older boy kissed him again, the black dragon pressed up against him. "Nn…"

Seto reached down to grab his ass and gave the cheek in his hand a squeeze. "Mm…" Breaking the kiss, he nuzzled the blond's shoulder and slid his hand around to slip it down the front of his pants. "Moving my arm isn't exactly strenuous activity, Joey."

"Uhn!" Hips jerking in surprise, Joey yelped as the brunet grasped his cock and began stroking it swiftly. "Ra! Seto, that—hmm!" He shuddered and wrapped his arms around the brunet's neck tightly, gasping as the older boy reached back and scratched the base of his tail lightly, sharp nails sending short zaps of electricity whenever they grazed his human skin. "Ungh…! Seto, I just—I can't—You're gonna make me come!"

"That's the general idea," the brunet murmured, then leaned down to lick his neck gently. "I know you just pleasured yourself. I know that your control isn't very good after you've come once. I don't care."

The younger boy whined helplessly and arched into his hands, eyes widening sightlessly as he felt whatever control he'd had slipping. "Seto—Seto please—" He clawed at his shoulders, desperate to find some kind of anchor as the brunet gave his shaft a squeeze. "I-! Seto, I'm-!"

Seto growled and grit his teeth as the blond's sharp nails dug into his back and yanked as he came, holding back the urge to smack his hands away. As the black dragon fell limp against him, he slid his arms around his waist, afraid that if he tried to detach the blond's claws, he'd just cause even more damage. He did not want Joey to go into a guilty tear-fest because he'd ripped his scab open.

Besides, holding the blond against him was quite nice, especially because he knew the cause of his mate's bonelessness was entirely him.

"Seto, I… Hn…" Joey tipped his head back to nip at his jaw, groaning when he became aware of the sticky mess in his pants. "Uh, why would ya do that…?" He bit his bottom lip. "Now my pants 're a mess…"

Seto dipped his head to kiss him lightly. "Because you're my mate, and I neglected my duties of keeping you happy and healthy." He pet the blond's hip gently and kissed him again. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, Joey. I just didn't want to do it with my brother so close."

"'course not," the black dragon mumbled, scowling, then gasped and stood up straight. "Oh, no-! Seto, your back—Why'd ya lemme do this t' ya, I—" Gasping again as he saw the blood on his fingertips, he looked up at the brunet and flinched a little. "I'm so sorry…"

The older boy smiled a little and dipped his head to catch his fingers between his lips, carefully licking the blood from them before he pulled him into another kiss. "Don't worry," he murmured, smiling. "I don't mind. It'll heal in time. Your body heat was more important to me."

"…You're terrible," Joey whispered, but leaned his face against the brunet's neck and carefully traced his nails down his chest. "Makin' me hurt ya and then makin' me think it's okay, ya bastard."

Seto chuckled and reached out to dip his fingers in the soup. "Being able to keep my mate happy makes me a bastard?"

"Keep your fingers outta my soup!" the blond exclaimed, turning and smacking his hand with his spoon. "Ya sneaky jerk!"

The white dragon licked his fingers clean and smirked. "But it's so tastyyy."

"So get a bowl, ya moro—Hey!" Smacking his mate's hand away from the pot again, he turned and began lightly slapping his chest. "Keep—your hands—out—of my—soup!"

Seto's smirk grew as he grabbed the blond's wrists and jerked him closer so he was pressed up against him again. "What about you? Do I have to keep my hands out of you?"

Joey blushed as he stared up at him, mouthing moving but the only thing coming out a startled squeak. "I-!"

The brunet tilted his head, wondering why his mate looked so surprised and confused, but when he realized what he'd said, he immediately stepped back, holding his hands up quickly as if to wave away what he'd said. "Off! I meant off!"

Joey flinched and looked down at his feet. "Oh. …Of course you did…" He managed to look up at the older boy and give him a small smile. "Well, you should probably go check on your brother, make sure he's still okay…"

Seto frowned. "Joey, I didn't mean it like—" he began helplessly, but then the blond merely turned and began stirring the soup, his tail and wings wilted sadly. "…I just wanted to help you keep warm…"

"I know. I'm warm." The younger boy forced a smile. "Ya did a good job, Seto."

The white dragon whined. "…So how did I make you so sad?"

Joey bit his bottom lip and stared into the pot of soup as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. "…Seto, I love ya. I know ya aren't interested in sex and you're just touchin' me t' keep me satisfied. But… I do need sex durin' the winter. I'm tryin' t' be patient, but… I stay warmer longer if I have somethin' inside o' me. I… I'm sorry, but I really need more than what ya give me sometimes."

Seto's tail and wings fell limp completely, eyes widening in surprise and horror. He'd just assumed that Joey had been trying to get him comfortable with sex—trying to help him see that he wasn't hurting him anymore. He hadn't realized that it was necessarily a physical need.

…Perhaps he should have asked him. That would have done much more for him than just hoping what he did was enough.

Joey felt a rush of wind and turned, heart dropping a little as he watched the brunet walking swiftly from the kitchen. 'He didn't even say anything.'

.-.-.-.-.-.

Mokuba yawned and sat up, swiping at his eyes weakly before turning to look at his brother. "Whatcha rea—AGHLEFWAH!"

Seto turned his head and watched in alarm as his brother jerked backward and fell off of the bed. "Mokuba!"

"WHY ARE YOU READING THAT SO CLOSE TO ME!" the younger boy screeched, wild-eyed but too weak to pick himself up off of the floor.

The brunet stared at him for a moment before sighing quietly. "Joey said that he stays warmer longer if he has something touching inside of him. I need to try and figure out some way of pleasing him that is comfortable for both of us."

Mokuba scowled. "And of course reading a very graphic book of Kama Sutra next to your little brother is perfectly alright."

"You know, if you could manage to take care of yourself despite your Other treating you unkindly, you wouldn't have to deal with it," the older boy stated sharply, then turned back to his book. "If you'll please notice, I kept myself relatively healthy despite my Other hating me with every fiber of his being. In fact, he was so desperate for warmth that he tried to come onto me with you in the same bed.

"I realize that you're my little brother and you shouldn't be seeing those things, but this is my home that I share with my mate even when you couldn't be bothered to visit your rapist of a brother. Have a little respect for the home you left behind—and the brother you abandoned with it."

Mokuba felt the angry rebuttal he had die on his tongue. He really had abandoned his brother for a time, striking out on his own despite knowing that Seto might be left lonely or heartbroken that one of the only people he cared for didn't need him anymore. He really had been selfish. Sure, lots of dragons his age left home, but they probably kept in contact with their families more than he had. He'd just seen his Other and been so… so… overwhelmed.

…Seto had seen his Other and had had no one to explain anything to him. He probably hadn't even had a chance to push down his instinct to mate with his soul mate and think clearly. He'd even doubted his brother might have an Other, and he'd just… just… left him on his own.

"S-Seto, I—"

"Listen, I got enough soup on the fire t' last ya for a—WHY ARE YOU ON THE FLOOR!" Joey roared in outrage when he saw the younger boy splayed out over the carpet. "That's not gonna help ya heal!"

"I just—I was surprised, and—Help," Mokuba squeaked, holding his hands up to him feebly. He flinched as the blond promptly lifted him and plopped him back on the bed. "Ow!"

Seto reached out to pat him on the head. "You get used to it. He can be gentle, he just… forgets."

"SHUT UP I'M AS GENTLE AS A FUCKING BUTTERFLY!" the blond roared.

Mokuba stared.

"…Fuck you, I'm gonna go get some more salve from Yug'," Joey muttered, scowling. He paused as he saw the book the brunet was reading, then whined loudly. "I thought we were readin' those together?"

"No. We still can. Just not this one." Seto frowned thoughtfully and didn't look up from the position he was examining. When he only got another sad whine in response, he sighed and finally turned his gaze on him. "This one is more for individuals than couples, Joey. …Especially individuals lacking a certain… quality."

Joey frowned. "But your dick is huge."

Mokuba gagged and shuddered, instinctively leaning away from them and falling to the floor again. "Gah!"

"I was speaking about confidence. …But thank you."

The black dragon blinked. "Oh. Yer welcome, I guess. …MOKUBA, WHY ARE YOU ON THE FLOOR!"

Mokuba whimpered and swore he'd never get in such bad shape again, if only so he didn't have to witness these kinds of conversations and altercations again.

.-.-.-.-.-.

Joey blinked as he arrived in his friends' den and found the more dominant male groveling to his mate. "…What did I just walk in on?"

"Yami wants me to forgive him for saying something insensitive about you," Yugi replied airily.

Yami squawked. "I'm doing no such thing!"

The blond immediately bristled. "What did you say about me?"

"I didn't say it about you! I just mentioned that Yugi has put on a couple of pounds and if it meant he might be ready for an egg!" The way the black dragon's eyes glowed red with fury informed him that he'd said the wrong thing. Yami promptly bailed before Joey could throw him out.

Joey glared after him for a few moments, before turning to his friend. "Speaking of fat—"

"It's winter weight, okay?" Yugi exclaimed defensively. "I'll lose it come spring!"

The blond blinked. "…Er… I wasn't talking about yours. Not that ya have any!" he added quickly. He remembered the last time he'd mentioned anyone's weight and had been promptly pummeled by three different women when he'd only mentioned one. "It's Mokuba. We're takin' care of him, but before that, he really let himself go. He didn't eat or move around. –His tail is light." He grimaced. "If ya had somethin' I could add t' his food so he could gain weight faster, I'd appreciate it."

The smaller boy blinked. "Oh. Ummm, let me see if I have something…" He began searching through various jars and wads of herbs. "I'm sure I had something like that made for parents whose children weren't getting enough nourishment…" He hummed thoughtfully, then smiled and finally plucked a wad of herbs from a jar and turned to look at him. "Just put these in a cloth and drop it in whatever you're making. Stews and soups mostly. They'll help. If he doesn't start gaining weight, have him eat the herbs too. Oh, and have Seto eat some, too. He's too skinny for a dragon his age."

"Okay." Joey took the wad of herbs and scratched the back of his head. "So I should eat somethin' else?"

"Unless you want to end up gaining fifteen extra pounds, yeah." Yugi tilted his head and smiled a little. "Not that you couldn't do with a few more pounds."

"See, there's five pounds, and then there's fifteen," the blond began, waving his tail from side to side. He smiled as the smaller boy began to laugh, then turned and began toward the edge of his den, waving over his shoulder. "Thanks, Yug'. I'll make sure t' put this in as soon as I get home."

"If you need more, just drop by!" the smaller dragon called after him.

Joey waved to show he'd heard, then began beating his wings faster so he could return home sooner and try to get the two brothers to gain weight. He hadn't wanted to say anything, but Seto was quite thin, and he attributed that to his laziness in not fixing himself proper meals. Now that he was incapacitated, Joey could make him all of the fattening foods he wanted and could force him to eat them with a minor guilt trip or two.

Hmm. Perhaps Seto's little breakdown was a blessing in disguise. At least a little. He wouldn't tell him that, though, because he did feel badly for thinking it, even if he knew it was the tiniest bit helpful.

.-.-.-.-.-.

"Stew for both of ya!" Joey chirped, trotting into the room with a bowl of stew in each hand. "Seto, put the book away before ya get food all over it. Look, I even baked bread for ya!"

Seto whined as the book was ripped from his hands and set on the bedside table. "I was reading that…!"

"And now you're eatin'! I already had some in the kitchen. Here, Mokuba, you can feed yourself now, I think." He made sure they were settled with their bowls before he sat on the bed and pet the brunet's leg gently. "How's your back feel today, Seto?"

"…Hurts," the white dragon after a moment. "But Yugi said that's a good thing, because my nerves are healing. He left some things to make a salve to put on my back. –If you want to help me do that, anyway…"

"Sure. Um, yeah. Where'd ya put it?" When the brunet pointed toward the bathroom, Joey smiled at him before getting up and stepping into the room.

Mokuba stirred his stew awkwardly. "…So you and Joey are really getting along then, huh?"

Seto raised an eyebrow. "I do believe that we've made it clear that yes, we do. Despite whatever Serenity or anyone else might say, we get along quiet well. In fact—"

Joey came out with a bowl and pestle and promptly slapped some of the salve on his back. "Just all over, right?"

"GAAAAH!" The brunet arched his back and keened quietly. "I just told you that I hurt because my nerves are healing why would you do that!"

The black dragon frowned. "Oh. That's what you meant."

"Yes that's what I meant ow!" Seto smacked his arm, scowling. "BE. GENTLE. WITH ME."

Joey rolled his eyes and sighed but began rubbing the salve on with a gentler touch. "Sorry. You know, if ya hadn't done this in the first place—"

"I KNOW!" the brunet roared, then huffed. "…I'm sorry."

The blond finished rubbing the salve on his back and leaned in to kiss his cheek. "I'll go run a bath for Mokuba. He smells. And when this dries, I'll run a bath for you, too, 'kay?"

"Okay. Can I read now?"

"YOU HAVEN'T FINISHED YOUR STEW!" Joey roared. He took a deep breath, then sighed. "…Finish it and I'll think about it," he replied, plucking the book from the bedside table and trotting back out.

Seto whined. "Joey nooooo…!"

Joey paused at the doorway and turned to smirk back at him waving the book tauntingly. "Better finish your stew then."

The brunet snorted in disgruntlement but shoved a spoonful of stew into his mouth. "Fine."

Mokuba watched the blond go, then turned to look at his brother, tilting his head a little. He'd probably never actually understand their banter, but from what he did understand… they got along rather well. Seto wasn't a bad sire and Joey was a kind dame, considering how their partnership had… started. In fact, their relationship almost seemed healthy, if the smile on Joey's face had been unmistakable and the corners of Seto's lips were curved up into the tiniest of smiles even as he ate.

Joey and Seto were the ones immediately affected by the rape, and they were happy. Why couldn't he be happy?

Mokuba flinched and grabbed his chest with a low whine. "Hurts."

Seto paused awkwardly. He could guess what it was that hurt, as he'd felt the same thing when the blond had rejected him. Nothing anyone could have said would have made the pain lessen. So, he slid over and wrapped his arm around the younger boy's shoulders, hugging him gently. "I'm not going to tell you it gets better. It doesn't. But as time goes on… you become more adept at dealing with it. It still hurts, but you get better at dealing with it."

The younger boy whined again. "But Seto, I don't want it to hurt anymore. Why do you and Joey get to be happy and I have to suffer?"

"You'd have to ask Serenity that. I wouldn't know." Seto rubbed his back slowly and frowned. "You have to understand, I'd dealt with it for several months, and at the time I believed I would truly never feel better. But I did know one thing—I wanted him to not hate me. I wanted him to smile at me. That was all I could have asked for at the time, and Joey was willing to give me those things—until he found out he was my Other, anyway."

"…So you're saying I should settle for less than I deserve," Mokuba accused after a moment, scowling.

Seto immediately moved away, trying not to show that he was hurt. "There's a difference between settling and compromising, Mokuba." He finished his stew and set the empty bowl on the bedside table where his book had been, then laid down so his back was facing the younger boy. "I could have settled with never seeing you again, but compromised that we'd visit even if I had to track you down myself. And don't tell me it's not the same thing, Mokuba, because you were a big part of my life and then you just left me."

The younger boy flinched. "But… Seto… if you'd just asked me to—"

"Don't think you wouldn't resent me if I'd asked you to stay. You would have. I know you, Mokuba, and if you're vindictive enough to disown me after you hear how I raped my mate then you're definitely vindictive enough to resent me for asking you not to leave."

Mokuba flinched again and stared at the brunet's back, taking in the scab just visible beneath the green salve and the hints of bone he could see at the bases of his wings. Seto had done that to himself, and Joey had had to run for help. What if no one had been here? What if Seto had just continued to wander around, bleeding, and had tried to fly?

How long would it have taken for someone to find him, and what condition would he have in? Did he hurt himself often and this was just the first time he'd seen it, because he was gone so often?

"Mokuba, your bath is rea—Why are ya cryin'? Hey, hey, it's okay," Joey exclaimed, rushing over to hug him. He ran his fingers over his back to check for wounds and the weight of his tail before leaning back, frowning. "What's wrong?"

"It's—Nothing. I'd just really like to be alone, please," Mokuba whispered. "Could you just leave me in the bathroom for a while? I can clean myself."

Joey tilted his head, brows furrowing together, before nodding slowly when he noticed his mate had done nothing to respond to his brother's tears.

When he returned to the bedroom, he reached out to touch his shoulder, deciding to allow him to open up on his own. "Seto? What happened? I was only gone for a few minutes."

Seto reached back to gently touch his hand with his fingertips. "I'm… just… Something changed when he decided he wanted to move away from me. I guess neither of us really knows how to react." The brunet stroked his hand lightly. "Perhaps… I should move back to my old room for the duration of his stay."

Joey immediately bristled. "This was my room before it was our room and I'm not gonna have ya leave just because your little brother is bein' a spoiled brat!" He paused when the brunet flinched, then sighed and leaned down to kiss him lightly. "No, Seto. It's easier t' have ya both in the same room and I don't care what he says t' ya—You belong in my room. With me. Especially once he's strong enough to take care of himself. Don't ever believe otherwise, okay?"

Seto smiled a little and turned to face him. "You're right. Okay." He sat up and slid his arms around his waist. "So did I earn my book? I finished my stew."

The blond smiled and nuzzled noses with him. "Depends. Did ya learn anything from it?"

"…I've learned that if I'm not comfortable to use my… Well, I can lick you."

Joey blinked. "Lick me? That's not anything new, we've done it—"

"…Instead of my penis. I could use my tongue instead of my penis."

The blond stared at him, then giggled nervously. "Oh."

Seto tilted his head. "Just 'oh?' Surely you must have some sort of opinion."

"…That sounds good," Joey murmured after a moment. "I mean, it's not exactly everything, but… it's somethin'. It should help."

Seto reached up to kiss him. He had a lovely dame. "Thank you, Joey."

"Of course." Joey stroked his arm gently, then smiled awkwardly. "Ya know, Mokuba's gonna be in there for a while…"

The brunet purred quietly. "Are you suggesting something, Joey?"

The black dragon looked down at his lap. "…If you're willin' t' try with me again."

Seto licked his lips. "Okay. I'll try. Are you feeling cold?"

"…Nothin' I can't handle." Joey settled in the brunet's lap and tried not to dig his claws into his back too much. "If it hurts too much, I don't wanna be the one makin' ya strain yourself, and—WAUGH!" He yelped as the brunet grabbed beneath his knees and jerked them up so he fell onto his back. "Seto!"

"…Did I do that right? The books said assertiveness can lead to confidence."

Joey turned his head and covered his mouth, eyes wide and cheeks flushed as he tried desperately not to laugh at his mate when he was trying so hard to please him.

Seto scowled. "I can tell you're laughing. Just tell me if you liked it."

"…Yeah, I did," the blond replied after a moment, surprised by himself—and somewhat shocked by the brunet. "And ya learned it from that book?"

"…Yes."

"When you're done doin' whatever you're doin' I'm gonna have to bring that book back," the younger boy purred. "Assertiveness is hot."

.-.-.-.-.-.

Mokuba looked up as the blond wandered back into the bathroom, looking dazed but at the same time happy. "…Are you okay?"

Joey merely hummed and grabbed the book he'd set near the sink, walking back out in a daze.

"Um, Joey, I'm ready to get now. Joey? Joey, I'm turning into a prune. Joey? Joey?" He whined quietly as the blond shut the door behind him. "Joey!"

He heard talking and a muffled yelp before the black dragon rushed back into the bathroom and grabbed a towel, cheeks flushed in embarrassment. –At least, he hoped it was because of embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Mokuba!"

"It's okay. What were you thinking about, anyway-? Actually, you know what, no. Don't tell me."

Joey raised an eyebrow, then smirked. "Your brother's tongue."

"GAAAAAAAH I TOLD YOU NOT TO TELL MEEEEEEE!" Mokuba wailed.

When they began back into the bedroom, Joey swore he saw Seto smirk before he rolled so his back was facing them again. And he was surprisingly okay with that.