Love Shack

Love Shack

By

Hideki LaShae

Chapter Two

Seto sits in a comfortable chair in the living room working on his laptop computer.

Mokuba steps into the living room with a bowl of popcorn and a soda. "Seto, what are you doing?"

"Scanning Kaiba Corps financial records for signs of embezzlement," says Seto.

"That's not what I mean. It's seven o'clock," says Mokuba setting his snack on the table in front of the couch.

Seto glances at the clock display on his computer before looking over at his little brother. "So it is. What's your point, Mokuba?"

"Shouldn't you be getting ready to go to the club?"

"Club? Oh, you mean the Love Shack. I'm not going."

"Why not?" asks Mokuba.

"Why should I? Hikari isn't the person I thought he was. I'm never going back there again. I'll lay low, and in a few weeks I'll find a new club to go to and a new dance partner to be with," says Seto, "It's no big loss. Hikari is replaceable!"

"Seto! I can't believe you just said that!" exclaims Mokuba, "Stop for a moment and think! If the situation was reversed and Jou knew you were Yami… How would you feel if you were sitting at the club right now waiting for him to come and he never does?"

"I'd be happy…"

"Like hell!"

"Mokuba!"

"Just listen! You would be hurt if a person you knew and trusted blew you off for no reason!" exclaims Mokuba, "I mean… how do you think you would feel if you took time away from all your responsibilities to spend the day with me and I ditched you in the first five minutes?"

Seto closes his eyes so he can't see his brother. "I would ground you for life."

"Seto. I understand if you never want to see Hikari again. And I know that you're upset and disappointed and maybe even hurt because Hikari turned out to be someone you didn't want him to be, but don't hurt him like this! I understand if you want to break off this relationship with Hikari, but do it clean!" Tears roll down Mokuba's cheeks. "Go there tonight! Tell him that you can't see him anymore, but don't just leave him wondering!"

Seto opens his eyes and stares at his crying brother. His shock of hearing such intense emotion shows on his face. He closes his laptop and sets it down beside him before he moves to Mokuba and wraps his arms around him. He sits in the floor and pulls Mokuba into his lap. "Why does this mean so much to you?"

"I don't want you to hurt Jou! I don't want you to hurt you!" exclaims Mokuba as his tears soak into Seto's shirt, "I want you to be happy, and being with Hikari has done that!"

"I'm not going…"

"But Seto," whines Mokuba.

"Not until you stop crying," says Seto.

Mokuba tenses. He looks at Seto and wipes his eyes. "You're going to the club?"

"I'll go break up with him in person," says Seto.

Mokuba wipes his eyes again. "You need to go get ready!"

"Are you okay?"

"I'll be fine. Can I order a pizza?"

"If it will make you feel better, you can order a vegetarian pizza. I noticed you didn't eat your vegetables at dinner," says Seto, "So if you order pizza, you have to eat the vegetables."

"I will! Thanks, Seto!" Mokuba smiles. "Now go get ready to leave!"

Seto hugs Mokuba before lifting him off his lap. "I'm just going to break things off with him though. I'll be back by ten so save me a slice of the pizza."

Mokuba nods.

Seto stands and heads up to his room to change clothes and put on his disguise as Yami. He easily and quickly puts on his black leather pants and red muscle shirt. It takes him a few seconds longer to put on and button his black, and tattered to be sleeveless, shirt. He notices that there's an extra hole right over his left nipple and the bottom has also unraveled a little so the red can be seen.

Seto looks at the tattoo on his left arm's bicep, and he sneers. When he got the Red-Eyes/Blue-Eyes Dragon yin-yang tattoo, the mutt didn't have the Red-Eyes Black Dragon card yet. He wasn't even dueling yet, but now the tattoo reminds him of the blond idiot instead of the balancing yin-yang it was intended to.

Seto shoves all thoughts aside and heads into his bathroom to put in his red dragon-slit contacts, streak his chestnut hair with waves of blue-tinted hair gel that leaves his hair disheveled, and apply the dark make-up to his eyes and lips. As he looks at his reflection, he can't help but wonder how the mutt didn't recognize him. He returns to his room to put on his most comfortable pair of boots and his red leather palm gloves.

Seto removes the necklace that holds Mokuba's picture and replaces it with a Gothic cross. He heads down to the living room where Mokuba sits watching a movie. "I'm leaving now, but I'll be back soon. We'll play a game if you're not too tired when I get back."

Mokuba smiles weakly. "Okay."

Seto leaves and climbs into his car.

I twirl my straw in the glass of ice I hold. Fourteen, I think as another song comes on, I've sat here for fourteen songs, and you haven't showed up yet. Are you coming?

From the table where I sit, our usual table, I can clearly see the door. I'll see you as soon as you come in. That is if you do come. I'm beginning to wonder. I set my glass down on the table and close my eyes as I feel tears starting to form. Have I done something wrong? Have I displeased you? Did I wait too long? Have I missed my only chance to kiss you?

"Are you waiting for someone?"

I gasp and open my eyes to stare at you. I smile as a tear escapes my eye.

You slide into the seat beside me and wipe the tear from my cheek. "I'm sorry I'm late."

"What took you?"

"I had to drop my little brother off at a sleepover," you say, "so I had to go way out of the way to get here to you."

"At least you're here now," I say as I lean up against you.

You tense up.

"Do you want to dance?"

You stand up and pull me to my feet. Your eyes move up and down my body and settle on my new tattoo. You raise an eyebrow and gently stroke the area around the sparkling crystals. "This is new."

I blush. "It is. Do you like it?"

"It's nice," you say as you lead me to the dance floor.

"So you don't like it." I sigh. "That's okay because it isn't going to last long anyway. It comes off with soap and water."

"I think it suits you… your personality is brilliant like the sun. I do like it."

I wrap my arms around you as we start to dance, and I smile. "Thanks."

Your hands move across my bare flesh like they have done a thousand… no, a hundred thousand times before, but the look on your face is different this time. It's like you're memorizing every inch of my skin.

I know you like me silent, but I can't help but moan a little as you touch a few particularly sensitive places.

"I need to tell you something," you whisper into my ear.

I look into your eyes, and I don't recognize what I see there. I don't waste time thinking about it. I stretch up to press my lips to yours.

Your entire body tenses, and you grip my shoulders tightly.

I pull out of the chaste kiss with wide eyes. It was too soon! I think I messed up. I think… I think I misconstrued our relationship. I start to pull away from you. "I'm sorry, Yami!"

"You should be," you say sternly, "If you're going to kiss someone, you shouldn't stop half-way into it." You pull me up tight against your chest and lower your mouth to mine. You give me several small kisses before your tongue presses against my lips.

I hesitantly part my lips, and I'm pleasantly surprised that your tongue doesn't invade my mouth.

Your tongue laps at my lips as you kiss me, and when I relax in your arms, you slip your tongue into my mouth.

I let you lead in our kiss just as you always lead in our dance. I don't fight your tongue as you explore my mouth, but then you start to press against my tongue and I take a more active approach to our kiss. I fight back until I force your tongue back into your mouth. Then I pull away from your lips and pant heavily.

You run your hand through my hair and smile. "Let's sit down."

I nod and let you lead me back to our table. "What did you want to tell me?"

You pause before you slip into the seat with me. "You're beautiful tonight, Hikari."

I smile and nuzzle your neck with my face. I lay a light kiss over your pulse point.

"This outfit is very nice. Wear it again tomorrow," you say.

I blush and nod.

You pull me back into another kiss, and I crawl into your lap to give you a better vantage point. You pull away and smile. "My color looks good on you."

"Huh?"

"My lip color… it's rubbed off on you. You look good in burgundy."

"Quit trying to make me blush, Yami," I say hiding my face in your shoulder.

"I'm not trying, Hikari," you whisper. One of your hands slips down the back of my pants, and you squeeze the flesh.

My eyes widen and I gasp. "Too fast! Too fast!"

You remove both hands from my body with a hasty, "I'm sorry."

I take a deep breath. "It's okay."

"Maybe we should return to the dance floor."

I climb from your lap and we head back out to dance in each other's arms.

Three songs later and your hands find their way to my skin once again. "Do you ever wonder, Hikari, how our lives would be different if we had met somewhere else?"

"I've thought about it."

"Do you think we could have been friends? Or do you think one of us would have been an ass and we'd wind up enemies?" you ask.

"We'd be friends," I say, "No matter what, we'd be friends." I lean up to give you several small kisses.

"I may test you on that one day," you whisper before tilting my head to kiss my neck.

I moan appreciatively.

"You smell delicious."

"Maybe I'll let you eat me some time." I blush beet red. "I can't believe I just said that!"

You chuckle. "You flirt like a shameless slut though your body moves like you've never had a lover before. If I didn't know you so well, I might take advantage."

I snug up against you. "I'm glad you know me then. Thank you, Yami, for being you."

You squeeze me tight. "Why… why do you make me want to be something I'm not?"

"What do I make you want to be?"

Instead of answering the question, you tilt my chin and kiss me full on the lips, sliding your tongue in my mouth when I part my lips for you. "I don't think I could live without these moments with you."

"Let's sit down."

You guide me back to our table and sit down while pulling me into your lap.

I snuggle up to you and kiss your lips lightly. "Why did we wait so long to kiss?"

"We were both afraid to make the first move, but it was long overdue. I'm glad you kissed me tonight."

I straddle your legs and rub against your crotch as I slide up against you.

You close your eyes tightly and moan.

I blush as I realize just how aroused you are. I can't help but giggle.

Your eyes snap open.

"You're happy!" I kiss your lips. "I'd help you take care of that, but I think it's still too soon for that."

"A trip to the bathroom would be nice right now."

I give you a kiss as I climb off your lap. "I'll be here waiting."

You stand and head into the men's room.

I shift in my seat to try to relieve my own arousal. I look down to see that I am thankfully not coming out of my pants. I check my glass for a piece of ice but I only find water. I see you step out of the rest room and walk towards the bar. I don't have to guess to know what you'll be bringing back to our table, so I just close my eyes and listen to the music.

"I trust you're thirsty," you say as you set two glasses on the table.

I open my eyes and stare at the two glasses as you sit down next to me. "A screwdriver and a soda?"

"Close. It's rum and cola. I thought that since you've made this night special, we could try a new drink. We can take a taste, and if we don't like it, we don't have to drink it. We still have our usual," you say resting an arm over my shoulders.

I smile. Is it too early to say I love you?

You lift the rum and soda to my lips, and I take a sip. Then you take a sip.

"I like it," I say.

"It's good." You give me a kiss and a smile. "But I think it tastes better on you."

I blush. "Can we drink them both?"

"Only if I get to drink my share from your lips…"

"Wouldn't that get me twice as drunk?"

"Possibly, but you have my word that I won't take advantage of you, and I will even drive you home so you get there safely."

"Deal!"

You pass the glass to me, and I start to drink. For every second sip I take, you pill me into an open-mouth kiss and draw the liquid from my mouth. I'm feeling rather adventurous by the time we finish both drinks.

"Should we dance now?"

I crawl into your lap and press my body up against yours. I hold you close and grind my lower extremity against you as I whisper, "I'm happy! You make me happy."

Your eyes rake over my body, and you blush. "We need to get you to the bathroom."

I slide from your lap with a pout.

You stand and pull me to my feet and up against your chest. "Come on, Hikari. We'll get you into the bathroom to take care of that erection you're sporting."

"Are you going to take care of me?"

"How about I hold you while you take care of yourself?" you whisper.

I pout, but before I know it we're in a stall in the restroom, and you're nibbling on my earlobe. I unbutton my pants and lower the zipper as quickly as I can.

One of your hands pets my hair while your other hand rubs my nipple with my shirt button.

"Oh, Yami!" I exclaim as I grab my erection and start to stroke it feverishly, "Fuck me, Yami! Stick your deliciously big cock in my ass and fuck me into oblivion!"

"Tomorrow. If you can go all night without alcohol and you still want me to," you whisper as you start grinding against my clothed rear, "I will ram my dick into your sweet ass so hard you'll see stars until next weekend."

I moan loudly as my release shoots forth from my body, and I turn around in your arms with my now sated cock still hanging out of my pants. I smile when I see your closed eyes so I kiss you. "Promise?"

"You will be sober when I fuck you. I will promise you that," you say but you keep your eyes closed, "Are you decent now?"

"Yes."

You open your eyes and glance down for a brief second before clamping them tight again. "Liar! You said you were decent!"

"I think I'm decent enough for my lover's eyes."

"Fix your pants."

"Help me," I plead.

"You'll be angry with me later if I do. You're drunk," you say.

"I'll forgive you."

You sigh, but you blindly reach to my waist. You keep your eyes firmly closed as you gingerly take my penis and tuck it back into my pants before zipping them closed and fixing the button. Only once your hands are back at my waist do you open your eyes.

"Thank you." I kiss you again, inviting you to deepen it.

You kiss me for a long moment before pulling away and exiting the stall. You turn the water on in one of the sinks and we wash our hands together.

"Can we go make out on the dance floor?" I ask.

"We should not have had that second drink," you say, "Come on. A few songs, and I'll take you home."

I wrap both my arms around your left arm and let you lead me out of the bathroom and onto the dance floor. "Have I ever told you that I love your tattoo? These two dragons are perfect together… the raw power of the Blue-Eyes and the sheer loyalty of the Red-Eyes. If they were lovers, the Blue-Eyes would be dominate… not because of the power difference but because the Red-Eyes would want so much for his lover to be happy and content that he wouldn't fight as hard. He would give up control because he loves the Blue-Eyes with all his heart."

"Really? What else do you have to say about these two dragons?"

"The Blue-Eyes is possessive. If any other dragons would come near the Red-Eyes, he'd chase them away," I say as I cuddle up to you, "He loves the Red-Eyes too, just as much as the Red-Eyes loves him. They are completely devoted to each other. One is light to the other's darkness and not the way you'd think by looking at them."

"You think the Blue-Eyes is dark inside?" you ask as you fiddle with my hair.

"I think the Blue-Eyes has been hurt in the past. That's why he's so strong. He has a strong defensive power to keep himself safe, but he has a strong attacking power because he believes that the best defense is a good offense. He doesn't let many people come close to him because he doesn't want to get hurt again," I say, "The Red-Eyes has also been hurt, and he tries to eliminate his pain by being near people who care about him. His attack power and defensive capabilities exist because he wants to protect those people. Even though he's been hurt before he tries to live in joy. He tries to give that joy to his lover too."

"He succeeds sometimes," you whisper into my ear. You kiss my lips for a long moment. "So which of my dragons is your favorite, Hikari?"

"The Blue-Eyes."

Your eyes widen. "Why?"

"He reminds me of you. Sometimes I think you are a Blue-Eyes transformed into human flesh," I say.

"I am a Blue-Eyes, and you're the Red-Eyes I love so much to protect."

I snuggle up in your arms. "I'm sorry about my behavior tonight. I know you like me quiet, but I just can't help myself tonight."

"I don't mind. I like hearing you talk about dragons."

I smile. You smile, and we dance as we kiss.

Some time later our mouths separate but our bodies don't.

"Do you mind if I take you home, Hikari?" you whisper.

"I don't want to leave you, Yami."

"If I take you home tonight, I'll know where you live so I could pick you up tomorrow for dinner before we come here to dance," you say, "It would be like a real date."

I tiptoe up to whisper into your ear, "Take me home then."

You keep an arm wrapped around me as you escort me back to our table. You lift my leather jacket and set it over my shoulders.

"What time do you want to pick me up tomorrow?" I ask as you guide me out of the club and towards the parking lot.

"How does eight sound?" you reply.

"That sounds good, and you want me to wear this outfit again?"

"I like this outfit on you," you say as we reach a sporty black car and you open the door for me. Your hand caresses the skin around my crystal tattoo. "You look fantastic."

I smile and blush. "Thank you!"

"Get in, Hikari. I want to get you home tonight so I can see you again tomorrow." You smile at me.

I climb into the passenger seat and you close the door before hurrying around to climb into the driver's seat.

You lean into me and give me a passionate kiss, dominating my mouth completely. "I'd like to see the real you."

"You already have."

You nod and fasten your seatbelt.

I pull on my seatbelt as you start the engine.

You throw the car into gear and tear out of the parking spot.

I grip the armrest tightly as the car burns rubber on its way out of the parking lot. "Do you always drive like this, Yami?"

The car slows down.

"Is something wrong?"

"No. I don't drive like that when I have someone I care about in the vehicle with me," you say, "but sometimes I forget that I have company in the rush of adrenaline that I get from driving. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to drive like that with you here. I hope I didn't scare you."

"I was startled, but it's okay. You don't have to slow down because of me…"

"I have to protect you. I may choose to live my life dangerously but you haven't. I won't let you get killed because of me!"

"My valiant Blue-Eyes!"

"Are you mocking me?"

"No."

Your hands grip the wheel tighter.

"I want to be protected by you," I say, "I really like you."

"I feel the same way… so where am I going?"

"Oh! Right! Take a right at the next light!" I exclaim.

You turn the signal on and hit the brakes.

I continue to give you directions until you park the car outside my house. I lean over to kiss you good night. "Thank you for the ride home."

"I hope you're not expecting me to be a bad boyfriend and not walk you to your door," you say as you unbuckle your seat belt.

I remove my seat belt and climb from the car.

You get out and walk around to me. You gently take my hand. "We should be quiet so we don't wake your family."

"There's no need," I say as we slowly start up the walkway, "My parents are divorced so my mom and sister don't live with me. I just live with my dad, and he's out on a date, I think."

"The way you talk about your sister, I thought she lived with you."

"Wishful thinking. I love her to pieces and want her to live with me." I dig out my key as we reach the door. I unlock and open the door. "Would you like to come in for a moment?"

"I don't think it would be a moment. I'll come in tomorrow and meet your father if you're not too ashamed of me."

I smile and kiss you quickly. "It'd be great to introduce you to my father!"

You pull me into an embrace. "Good night, Hikari."

"Good night, Yami."

You turn slowly and walk back to your car.

I enter the house and close the door once your car door closes. I listen for the sounds of the car engine speeding away before I head to bed.

Seto drives away from Jou's house with a sigh. "I was supposed to break up with him."

The Kaiba Mansion looms into view and Seto drives up to park right in front of the main entrance. He climbs from his vehicle and heads inside. He goes from room to room turning off lights. He notices an empty pizza box on the kitchen counter, and he checks the refrigerator to see a slice of pizza on a plate. He closes the door and continues on his rounds of turning off the lights.

Seto enters the living room and notices the TV screen showing the flag and playing the national anthem. He lifts the remote and turns the TV off. Then he moves to the couch and lifts his sleeping brother. He turns the lights off as he passes the switch, and he carries Mokuba up the stairs to the room right across the hall from his own. He places Mokuba in bed and turns on the small Duel Monsters lamp to act as a nightlight. He glances at the bedside clock. "Four fifteen in the morning. No wonder you're asleep, Mokuba. I'm sorry I didn't get home earlier. We'll play that game once we've both woken up."

Mokuba rolls onto his side.

Seto tucks the blankets around Mokuba and kisses his cheek. "Sleep well, little brother."

Mokuba smiles slightly.

Seto heads into his own room to select his outfit for his date with Jou before he showers and heads to bed naked. He falls asleep almost as soon as his head hits the pillow.

Mokuba jumps into the bed beside Seto. "Are you going to sleep all day, big brother?"

Seto peeks open one eye and yawns. "What time is it?"

"Eight-thirty," says Mokuba lying down facing Seto, "I waited up for you. What time did you get in last night?"

"I got in at four this morning," says Seto as he places an arm around his little brother.

"So I guess Jou was devastated when you broke up with him…"

"I didn't do it."

"Huh?"

"He looked more radiant than normal tonight. I took him out to the dance floor and said I needed to tell him something, but before I could he kissed me. It was a very simple, chaste kiss, but by the way he acted I think it was his first." Seto smiles at Mokuba. "In that second, he wasn't Jou, just Hikari. I kissed him back."

"You kissed Jou!"

Seto nods. "It was wonderful! He was slightly hesitant at first, but I let him come to me. When he did, it was pure heaven. He may be stupid and loud when he's around his friends, but when you take them out of the picture, he's more philosophical. He's often quieter, speaking less and being soft spoken when he does talk. I realized that I couldn't break up with him. I didn't want to. The act of kissing him didn't disgust me as much as the thought of kissing him had."

"So did you tell Jou who you were?"

"No, but I'm taking him out to dinner tonight before we go to the club. I don't want to hurt him, so I have to be careful about how I tell him. He might have the same reaction to the news that I did," says Seto. He looks at his brother seriously. "Let's play Scrabble."

Mokuba scrunches his eyebrows. "Okay. I'll go get the game board."

"And I'll get us some breakfast. We'll meet in the living room."

The two brothers climb from bed, and the smaller one scurries from the room.

Seto puts on a pair of pants and a shirt before going to the kitchen and making scrambled eggs and toast. He sprinkles cheese on top of the cooked eggs before taking them up on a single plate. He sets the plate of eggs and the saucer of toast onto a tray with a jar of jelly. He puts a fork and butter knife onto the tray before getting two glasses and the pitcher of orange juice, which he also sets on the tray. He carries everything into the living room to see that Mokuba's already set up the game. He sets the tray down so that they'll both have access to its contents.

"Do you want to start, Seto?"

"No. You go first," says Seto sitting down.

Mokuba rifles through the face-up tiles looking for the letters he wants. Starting with the star in the center he puts down P-I-Z-blank-A. "The blank piece is Z. I landed on a double letter score so that's twenty-six points for me. I ordered a vegetarian pizza, and I ate my veggies."

Seto places down his tiles above and below the I. Then he makes an egg and toast sandwich. "I noticed my piece in the F-R-I-D-G-E. What else did you do last night?"

Mokuba writes down Seto's score counting the two double letter bonuses. He puts jam on a piece of toast before pulling out the tiles to spell M-O-V-I-E off Seto's E. "I watches a couple movies."

Seto puts the last bite of his sandwich into his mouth before starting to pull out tiles. Going up the board from the M, he spells M-O-N-S-T-E-R-S-I-N-C.

Mokuba blushes as he finishes his piece of toast. "Can you pour me some juice?" he asks as he pulls out several tiles and starts to lay them out around the C in Monsters, Inc, "I did watch Monsters, Inc and also S-E-C-R-E-T-G-A-R-D-E-N."

Seto pours up two glasses of juice. He starts looking for letters as Mokuba takes a sip of juice. He spells out S-L-E-E-P off the S in Secret Garden. "And that's when you fell asleep."

"Yep," says Mokuba spelling the word quickly with his tiles. He makes an egg and toast sandwich.

Seto spells out W-H-Y.

Mokuba looks at the board intently while he eats.

Seto puts jelly on a piece of toast and starts to eat it.

Mokuba places tiles in between the W of why and the S of Monsters, Inc to spell W-A-I-T-S. "You said you wouldn't be long. You said you would play a game with me when you got home. I was waiting up for you."

"I didn't mean to be so long. I wasn't planning on staying with Jou," says Seto as he spells out I-A-M-S-O-R-R-Y.

"And that was my night," says Mokuba as he starts tallying up the score. "I have eighty and you have one-O-one."

Seto starts with word T-E-A-R. "The first thing I saw was his tear."

"You made him C-R-Y?" asks Mokuba laying down the tears.

"I was L-A-T-E."

"He was L-O-N-E-L-Y."

"Yeah. He stood and then I noticed his T-A-T-T-O-O," says Seto.

"J-O-U?" Mokuba's eyes bulge.

"C-R-Y-S-T-A-L. He has one of the temporary ones," says Seto.

"Where? L-O-C-A-T-E," asks Mokuba.

Seto blushes. "N-A-V-E-L."

"What was it?" asks Mokuba spelling out A-N-D.

"A star burst. It was quite erotic," says Seto, "I found myself filled with L-U-S-T, and I wasn't upset about it."

"S-E-T-O!" exclaims Mokuba.

"S-O-F-T," whispers Seto placing the tiles, "He must use moisturizer before coming to the club.

"S-K-I-N."

"His skin is so soft and he showed me more than his fair share of it."

Mokuba clears the board.

"D-A-N-C-E," says Seto, "We went onto the dance floor."

Mokuba spells out C-L-U-B.

"I didn't even hear the M-U-S-I-C. Jou was the only thing I saw or felt or heard," says Seto.

"I bet you were dancing very C-L-O-S-E," says Mokuba.

"Then he kissed me," says Seto spelling out the word K-I-S-S.

"Was it G-O-O-D?"

"No. It was G-R-E-A-T!"

"S-O?"

"I told him what a B-E-A-U-T-Y he was. He looked so good and felt so right!"

Mokuba smiles. "T-H-E-N?"

"We sat down together and he climbed in my lap," says Seto. He takes a sip of juice and starts to put jelly on another piece of toast. "It was not difficult for him to tell how aroused I was. I've never been that hard in my life. He giggled at me!"

"Oh, no!" exclaims Mokuba.

"But he looked and acted so innocent in that moment. I couldn't be mad at him," says Seto, "so I just went to the bathroom and came back refreshed. I returned to our table with two drinks and we split them both. He was rather inebriated. He started to come on strong, and I took him to the bathroom so he could relieve his erection. I kept my eyes closed and held him."

"You were in a stall with Jou while he was jerking himself? And he allowed that?"

"I was kissing his neck and he was talking dirty and begging me to fuck him. Then he kissed me and said I could open my eyes. I noticed he was still hanging out of his pants so I closed my eyes again. He said he was decent enough for his lover's eyes," says Seto, "and he absolutely refused to fix his clothing so I had to help him."

"So you touched his…" Mokuba blushes. "You touched his penis."

"If I become his lover, I'll do a lot more than just touch it," says Seto blushing.

"Do you want to become his lover?"

Seto smiles and nods. "I think I do. Mokuba, when he kissed me, everything fell in place. I've realized why I keep going to see him. Mokuba, I think I'm in love with him. I'm in love with Jou."

"Oh, dear," says Mokuba, "We need to make a plan then. You can't go around calling your future lover a mutt! We don't want Jou to hate you when he finds out you're Yami so we have to get him to like you as Seto. You remember watching You've Got Mail with me. We need to do something like that."

"I don't even know if he loves me as Yami."

"I know someone who can find out!" exclaims Mokuba, "I'll call Yugi later, but let's finish eating first!"

"How much does Motou know about all this?"