Chapter 3

"Mokuba!"

"What's going on, Seto?"

Yami began to stir.

"You wouldn't understand," Seto said.

Mokuba's eyes were wide. "Your once greatest rival is asleep in your arms, bro. How do you expect me to understand that?"

Yami didn't move. He laid there listening, pretending to still be asleep.

"Can we talk about this later? He's asleep."

"I want to know what's going on," Mokuba said, folding his arms over his chest. His pajamas were blue flannel pants and a white shirt with his name on the front. "Is this some sort of one night stand?"

"Do you think we had sex?"

Mokuba shrugged. "I can't see under that blanket."

Seto threw the blanket off of him, showing his brother that he was wearing his own pajama bottoms. "Now do you believe me?"

"Just tell me what's going on."

The older Kaiba took a deep breath. "I'm trying to figure it out myself."

"Seto, Yami is my friend. I just… I just don't want this to hurt him." Mokuba sat in an arm chair facing his brother. "You aren't just leading him on, are you?"

"I don't believe so." Seto looked down at Yami's face. "I felt something last night when I got close to Yami. I want to know what it was that I felt. You're not too shocked, are you?"

"No."

Magenta eyes opened slowly, staring up into blue.

"Yami…"

"Have you been awake all this time?" Mokuba asked.

"You were yelling. It was difficult to ignore."

Mokuba laughed. "Sorry."

"It is perfectly understandable."

"Can we have a minute alone?" Seto asked, looking at his brother.

"Don't you have a bedroom for that?" Mokuba asked.

Seto gave Mokuba one of his traditional Kaiba glares.

"All right." Mokuba stood up. "I'll be in the kitchen," he said as he left.

Blue and magenta met again. Yami's breath became more ragged. "Seto…"

Seto moved towards him slowly. "I meant what I said. I want to know, but I don't want it right away." He met Yami's lips tenderly.

Yami sighed deeply, meeting the kisses with equal tenderness.

Seto pulled back and smiled. "Let's get up before Mokuba comes back in here." He got up from the floor.

"Right." Yami grinned when Seto reached out his hand to help Yami up. "I need to return to your room to grab something."

"I'll be in the kitchen." He kissed the shorter man's forehead. "It's just through there," Seto said pointing towards a door way.

Yami smiled again and went up the stairs to Seto's room.

"This will be great," Mokuba said. "You haven't acted this way in a while."

"You think this is all right?" Seto asked.

"Like I said, Yami is my friend." He put a skillet on the stove. "Besides, you need someone who can take you."

Seto watched Mokuba get eggs out of the fridge. "I meant wouldn't you rather me have a girlfriend?"

Mokuba shrugged as he cracked an egg and put it in the skillet. "Girlfriend, boyfriend, isn't a relationship about loving no matter what?"

Seto looked down. "You won't tell anyone, will you?"

"I won't but you should."

"I'm not ready."

The yolk on Mokuba's egg broke. "I hope you like scrambled eggs."

"Again?"

Yami stood in the kitchen doorway. "I need to call Yugi."

"Just tell him you fell asleep playing video games."

"I want to tell him about us."

"Yami, I don't think-"

"I would not even be here if it was not for him," Yami said.

Seto glared. "Don't say a word."

"I will tell Yugi what I wish, Kaiba."

"You will not," Seto said, rising from his chair.

Mokuba was trying his hardest to become invisible.

Yami took his cell phone from his pocket. "I'm going to tell him, one way or another."

"Atem!"

Yami looked up. "What did you say?"

"No one needs to know about last night and this morning." Seto crossed his arms over his chest. "This is our business."

"Our business? Are you sure you are not just saying that so that you can keep the image of Seto Kaiba the way that you wish your customers to see you? Gods forbid you to do one thing out of character." Yami stormed out of the kitchen.

Seto sat back in his chair. He looked at Mokuba. "What?"

Mokuba motioned his head towards the kitchen doorway several times.

"What are you…?" His eyes widened. "Oh, right." He stood up again.

"Either gone or in your room."

Seto walked towards his bedroom first. The only thing he found was his bed with his still tangled sheets. He reminded himself to speak with his maid later. He took a shirt from his dresser and put it on. He looked at the bed again. Visions of the night before began dancing in his head. He groaned as his arousal became painfully obvious. He sat on his bed with his head in his hands. Now was the time to decide what was going to happen next.

As he sat there, the door opened. It was the maid.

"About time," he snapped.