FOUR

Seto's Office:

Mokuba had been sitting on his hands for more than ten minutes just trying to figure things out. He had to tell his brother—but words just wouldn't form. He was almost…afraid of Seto's reaction to what he was going to say.

"You've been sitting there for ten minutes, Mokuba," Seto reminded him. "What do you want?"

He took a breath. "Well…Can you sit down?"

Seto's eyes almost widened when he realized he was standing at the window, absentmindedly looking out. He just grunted and sat. Yugi, he said to himself, almost angry. Why couldn't he stop thinking about the other man?

"Well…Seto…I have some news."

"Go on," Seto said, his hand itching to grab a paper or a pen or even a stapler if it would make him feel less…conspicuous.

"Well, I've been studying in California for a while now, you know…And as it happens, so was someone we know. And…well…I've been seeing her."

Seto's eyes tightened. "So what?"

"I mean, for a while now, I guess…and it's pretty serious."

"Okay?"

Seto was trying not to sound cold about it, but did his brother honestly think he cared who he dated? Mokuba had been attending university in California for over four years and was on the verge of graduation. His little brother was twenty-three years old! Of course he could date whomever he wanted.

"Well…it's become pretty serious," Mokuba said again, "and I asked her to marry me."

Seto's eyes landed on his brother's, and for a second he thought the younger was joking. Two weddings in a day is more than coincidence, Seto said, feeling something welling in him.

"Who is she?" Seto asked before any congratulations were given.

"Well…that's just the thing. You see, I said we knew her…"

"Please, God, no," Seto groaned. He dropped his head onto the desk. "What have you done, Mokuba?"

"Hey!" his brother said, slightly offended. "Téa is great!"

"You know how much I can't stand her!"

"So now my marriage is about your happiness?"

"Out of four billion women, you had to choose her?"

"What's wrong with Téa?" Mokuba demanded.

"First of all, she's four years older than you!"

"So what? You're two years older than Yugi."

"She's…strange."

"How so?"

"Ugh," Seto sighed, tapping his head on the desk a few times before sitting up and rubbing his forehead.

"Why don't you like her?" Mokuba asked, his voice quiet but serious.

"She was in love with Yugi," Seto said, equally as serious. "For years—since they were kids!"

"But she knows he's with you now," the younger Kaiba said. "And now she loves me."

"It's just…weird."

Mokuba smiled. "What in our life isn't?"

Seto was quiet for a while, as his eyes had returned to the window. His shoulders were rigid, but he was slowly accepting that his brother's marriage—and to whom—was not in his control. His fingers tightened on the window sill and he finally turned back to Mokuba. "Congratulations," he sighed, and Mokuba smiled brightly.

"I knew you'd come around."

Seto rolled his eyes. "I should have known something was up when she asked Yugi to design the wedding."

"That was my idea," Mokuba laughed sheepishly. "I want something extravagant—you know, to show the world the Kaibas are still at it."

"It'll be extravagant," Seto agreed. Especially if Yugi is designing it, he thought to himself with a smirk.

Mokuba was on his feet and walking in circles suddenly. He had already breathed his sigh of relief once, but a new fear had taken over. Before, the biggest obstacle between he and Téa was Seto's approval…but now…?

"Seto, I'm freaking out," Mokuba said and he got an amused smile in return. "I'm getting married!"

"It's no big deal, Mokuba. People get married every day."

"Yeah? Then why aren't you married?"

Seto blinked back the question, having heard it for the first time. He didn't like the way it made his stomach tighten out of fear. Sure, he and Yugi had been together for eight years, but they argued too much to make things permanent. Sure, they had two children together and ran Kaiba Corps together and lived together…but…marriage was more than a piece of paper to Seto. It meant he was giving his whole self to another person—and though he was sure that person would always be Yugi Moto, he was terrified of the thought.

"That's different," he finally said.

"How?"

"I'm not—We're not—It's different, okay?"

"I think Yugi knows you're not as hard as you think you are."

"Would you just get out of here?" Seto demanded, his voice hard, but joking.

"Fine, fine," Mokuba said, putting his hands in the air. He stood up and smiled again. "But I'll see you later. I'm in town until Monday."

Seto nodded and managed to wave. When the door closed, he dropped his head back onto the desk and groaned.

"I'm not—we're not—" The words ran through his head. What had he been trying to say? In love? Seto shook his head quickly. He did not believe in love—and he certainly couldn't make himself say the word. Did he feel something for Yugi that he did not feel for other people? Yes, of course. Was it love?

He shook his head again and began to tap his pen. He couldn't let his thoughts take over him so easily…It was three hours into the work day and he'd officially only read the first page of the Disney proposition eleven times.

"Sarah!" he called, and his door opened only seconds later. The secretary walked into the room, seriously tempted to remind Seto that he did, in fact, have a phone that would call her better than yelling, but she refrained. "Will you find out if the design team is ready for us?"

"They are, sir. They called this morning before you arrived."

"Tell them we'll be down in ten."

Sarah nodded and closed the door behind herself. She shook her head—wondering who Seto thought he was fooling—before returning to her desk and making the call to the designers. Only moments later, Seto left his office and headed down the hall to Yugi's.

They both exited the office only moments later, Yugi's eyes smiling and his hand rubbing his lips. Sarah just smirked to herself, knowing exactly what was going on in there.

Of course the Kaiba-Moto relationship was no secret. It had been exposed over seven years earlier and had nearly torn the two apart, but Sarah was glad they had pulled through. Seto needed someone to keep his ego in check, and Yugi just needed someone to take care of him the way he deserved to be taken care of. They were the perfect couple.

Except…Seto was so unsure of himself. Sarah just wanted to scream at him when Yugi would storm out of the president's office, because Seto was always at fault, but their relationship was none of her business. Despite the fact that she had made it her business to know everything there was to know about Seto Kaiba.

Sarah McClain had been in love with Seto since before she came to work for him, and she was fairly certain he knew it. But…he had Yugi. And they were the perfect couple. And she was a secretary who couldn't find a better job away from the torture of a love interest.

She watched longingly as Seto and Yugi headed to the elevator together, their arms bumping, and then Yugi's gentle smile before the elevator doors closed.

-Later That Day

"Bye Mr. Kaiba, see you tomorrow!" Sarah called as she walked out to her car. Seto barely nodded to her. He was holding the car door open for Yugi and then slid in beside him.

They were riding in a black car with ultra-tinted windows and a tinted barrier between the driver and the passengers. Seto wasted no time in tangling his fingers with Yugi's and pressing their lips together.

"Missed you…all day…" Yugi said when their lips broke apart.

Seto distanced himself from Yugi for a moment. "Did you know about Mokuba and Téa?" he asked, his voice almost demanding.

Yugi's eyes widened. "Mokuba?" he said excitedly. "Téa and Mokuba? She's marrying him?"

"I had a similar reaction," Seto rolled his eyes.

"This is great! Téa wouldn't tell me who it was…I was sure it was a love triangle with Joey or Duke Devlin or something…"

Seto smirked. "Whatever makes him happy…" and then he reattached himself to Yugi.

Their lips were red and swollen by the time Yugi noticed that they had passed right by the daycare, and as much as he didn't want to, he had to push Seto off him. "Passed the daycare," he muttered. "We forgot Kyo."
Seto shook his head. "Mai's picking him up."

"Why?"

"I need an hour alone with you."

That was all it took for Yugi to throw himself at Seto, willing to be taken right there in the back seat of the car.

By the time the driver had arrived back at their apartment, Seto's tie was already loose and Yugi's first three buttons were undone. The two went from the car to the elevator in seconds, and from there their escapade continued. It seemed to take forever for Yugi to get the door unlocked while Seto was pulling at his shirt, pure desire in his eyes.

As soon as the apartment door closed behind him, Seto's lips claimed Yugi's again and he had the younger man pressed against the wall. His hand ran up Yugi's side, under his shirt, and stopped on his waist. Yugi's own hands were pressed against the wall to steady himself as he allowed Seto to claim him—to mark him—as his own.

Yugi suddenly felt Seto smiling into the skin on his neck and he looked down curiously, almost too afraid to admit that it was ruining the mood.

"What?" he demanded.

"It's just…" Seto said, meeting Yugi's eyes, "I think…" he stopped and instead kicked open the bedroom door and Yugi followed suit.

Seto pushed him backwards so that his back hit the bed with a gentle thud and then climbed on top of Yugi. He dominated him again, kissing down his neck and finally down his chest which had been bared. His hands slipped Yugi's shoulder's out of his button-down as he went lower, touching all the right places with his mouth and making Yugi gasp.

But, once again, Yugi felt him smiling into what he was doing. Seto sat back on his knees and peered down at the younger man once more.

"What?" Yugi said, this time almost pleading.

Seto's eyes let go of the connection almost immediately and he resumed what he was doing before. But Yugi couldn't get the smile out of his mind, and as much as he desperately wanted continue—as certain parts of his body were insisting attention—he pushed Seto off him.

"What," he groaned, "do you want to tell me?"

Seto groaned and leaned back before dropping on his side next to Yugi. His hand trailed up and down Yugi's bare chest as he tried to choose his words.

Looking into his thoughtful eyes, Yugi stopped Seto's hand and leaned onto his hip. His own hand came to settle on Seto's cheek and their eyes locked.

"What is it?" Yugi asked, his voice soft. "You can tell me anything."

"It's no big deal," Seto said. "It's just…something Mokuba said to me."

"You're thinking about your brother while kissing me?" Yugi said skeptically.

Seto just rolled his eyes. "He asked me…why we weren't married."

Yugi's mouth opened a few times before he just nodded and shrugged. "What did you say to him?"

"That's the funny part—I tried to tell him that I didn't love you; that we weren't in love."

"Oh," Yugi said, almost disappointed.

"But I didn't," Seto clarified. "Because it felt like a lie."

Yugi's stomach felt giddy. He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs that Seto Kaiba was in love with him…but he had to restrain himself. "Why did it feel like a lie?" he finally asked when he was calm enough.

"Because…I think I love you."