A/N: Chibishipping for davislover10. Mokuba/Yuugi. I tried to think of a plot for them as their real ages. But Mokuba is 12 and Yuugi is 16. It was rather hard. So, I was all HEY, I can just make them grown up! So I did. I also felt like writing a club-like scene, because we are all aware those are amazing. Just stay away from drugs and creeping men, you should be fine. Anyways, here we are. Enjoy. Review. Don't forget about Alexis' fics. I don't own any songs used or mentioned in this. I'll give credit at the end. I place Yuugi at about 20 in this and Mokuba at 16. If that doesn't work for you, please go away. It's not THAT BIG of a difference.
Chapter 18: Chibishipping
Flashing lights illuminated various dancers from their positions on the warehouse floor. Above them stood Yuugi, hands on the DJ's platform. His amethyst eyes raked carefully over each person and their attire. Many were glowing from the black lights. Some wore neon colors that could blind if the strobes caught them the wrong way. He shook his head and smiled.
"Everyone ready to really get this started?" he cried over the music. Hundreds of cheers met his ears.
"Don't keep them waiting, Yuug'." Jounouchi muttered from behind him. He turned back to his friend, brow raised.
"I know what I'm doing, but thank you." he said, sticking his tongue out after. Jounouchi smiled and lunged playfully at him. He smoothly dodged and turned back to the crowd. Enough years of Jounouchi constantly assaulting him to show his 'love' had made him quick. He quickly played the new track, swaying slightly to the beat.
Now both hands behind your back
Let me give you a heart attack
Don't be scared, I'll bring you back down to me
Trust me, i might seem a little dangerous
Just because i don't give a fuck
Of what anyone thinks of me
& If you're scared, you probably should be…(1)
"Bit dark for a club." Honda commented from his right. Yuugi scoffed.
"Exile isn't your average club."
Honda fell silent. It was true. Exile was place for those of darker origin. The clothes might be bright, but the people weren't. Yuugi knew that much. He'd been working for Exile for nearly three years as their personal DJ. After Atem left, he threw himself into his music. Not to say he didn't still think of the Pharaoh. That much showed in how he dressed.
A slightly updated bondage collar (because that's what it is.) now adorned his neck. He wore a tight fitted purple tee and black jeans. His Converse's tongues were bent out, showing the two different colors.
Anzu sighed from her place beside Yuugi. "Speed things up. I'm bored!" she whined. Yuugi smiled up at her and she returned it. Sometimes he wondered what happened to the attraction that used to be there. He guessed it had faded. Now she was engaged to Marik.
Yeah, Marik.
Yuugi wracked his brain for a faster song that still held with Exile's themes. Finally his eyes fell on a title. He quickly switched the track and began blasting a new song. Dancers only took a moment to adjust before everyone was back in motion.
It's hot as hell in here
Everybody wants to lose control
The music's turned up loud, the lights
We'll turn them low
Wound up like a hurricane
And my head's about to explode
Can't wait to self-destruct
Can't wait to let it go(2)
Anzu squealed happily and drug Yuugi down from where he was standing. They worked their way onto the floor and began moving, hips and heads moving in time with the beat. His hands found her waist and hers found his shoulders. After a few moments he turned her so that he could move against her back.
"Careful, Yuug. You'll make Marik jealous." she called, but it was all in jest. Everyone knew Yuugi wouldn't be stealing anyone's girlfriend, for very obvious reasons. He laughed and replied:
"In all fairness, I had you first!"
That's when he'd run into him.
Yuugi was shoved forward with the force, having to catch Anzu before she fell. He turned, angry already at whoever it had been. He knew the place was cramped, but that was unreasonable force.
"Excuse you!" Anzu snapped. Both turned at the same time to look at the man. "Mokuba?!" they cried in unison.
The youngest Kaiba looked back at them, eyes dancing back and forth between their faces and searching the crowd.
"What are you doing here?" Yuugi asked finally. Exile wasn't exactly a place he'd associate with the Kaibas. Mokuba hesitated before answering.
"I snuck out."
Anzu blanched. "Seto is going to kill you dead."
Life flickered through Mokuba's dull eyes, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "I'm tired of Seto's stupid rules. He can't boss me around anymore."
Yuugi stared. What was he saying? Mokuba admired his brother more than was strictly healthy. Why suddenly so rebellious?
"He's just trying to keep you safe." Yuugi reasoned. I mean, you usually aren't conscious for more than twenty minutes. Or you're being kidnapped. Sometimes you're unconscious AND being kidnapped.
Mokuba scoffed and slid closer to the two due to a man trying to squeeze by. He shrugged. "Well, I can take care of myself. I'm sixteen, it's not like I'm a child."
Sixteen? Yuugi's eyes widened. Now he noticed it, though. The roundness of Mokuba's face was no longer there, his eyes weren't as wide. His black hair tumbled to his waist, accentuated by the white shirt he wore.
"How did you get in here?" Yuugi breathed. Exile, like all clubs, had a strict eighteen year allowance. So he had a fake ID?
"Give it to me." Anzu demanded, holding her hand out. Mokuba looked at her icily.
"I'm sorry. My mother is dead. I don't need another one."
Yuugi paled and caught the boy's arm. "Walk with me." What had happened? He'd stayed in touch with Seto over the years, but he hadn't seen Mokuba that much. When he had, he'd been smiling like he always had.
Mokuba jerked away. "Didn't I just say-"
Yuugi growled and pulled him closer. "I didn't ask. I demanded. Now move."
Anzu sighed and twirled her way back to the DJ platform with Jounouchi and Honda. Yuugi could tell she was relaying the sudden changes by the way she was talking in excited bursts and stops. Jounouchi met his gaze and gave one nod before turning back and blocking his other friends' line of sight. Somehow Jounouchi had always known when Yuugi needed his space.
"There. See that door? It's my lounge. Come on, you can get some drinks or something."
Mokuba didn't reply but walked to the door anyways. Yuugi used his key to unlock the door and fumbled for the light switch while Mokuba walked in ahead.
"Yuugi, if your goal is to council me, don't bother."
Yuugi paused. "I just want to talk to you, Mokuba." he murmured. The song outside changed to something slower.
Poison in the well - I've got a gift for you
A special place in hell - I've got a gift for you
the perfect place to dwell - I've got a gift for you
and though they're not as nice as the ones you gave to me, I hope that they will do(3)
"I like this song." Mokuba whispered, sitting on the leather upholstered couch. Yuugi smiled.
"It's one of my favorites. Are you familiar with Celldweller?"
Mokuba shook his head. Yuugi nodded and passed him a cherry Coke. He didn't want to give him anything stronger. If Mokuba came home drunk, he didn't want to know how many ways Seto would find to torture him. With his money, who knew?
"How have you been?" Yuugi asked finally. He sat beside the boy, sipping at his own drink. Mokuba looked amused by the question.
"You've never been one for small talk, Muto."
Yuugi smiled and leaned back. "Yeah, I guess I haven't. You know Seto loves you, Mokuba. Why would you go behind his back?"
Mokuba stood suddenly. "He doesn't even have time for me! Do you know what today was, Yuugi? My birthday. He didn't even remember. I went down for breakfast and waited for him to say something, but he never did. He just left for work."
Yuugi sat still. Seto forgetting about Mokuba's birthday wasn't only unlikely. It was near impossible. The one person Seto cared about more than anything in the word had been turning into a vile, twisted mass of teenage angst. How had he not noticed? Seto had always been there for Mokuba. Any time the boy wasn't within his sight, he panicked. He even did the stereo typical drop to his knees and scream at the sky thing!
"I'm so sorry, Mokuba. Happy birthday?" Yuugi said it like a question. Really, it was. He wasn't sure the lame wish would do anything but make Mokuba feel worse than he already did. But Mokuba just collapsed on the couch again, throwing and arm over his eyes.
"Thank you, Yuugi-kun." he muttered. Yuugi slid closer to him, laying a hand on his shoulder.
"I don't want to see you back at Exile again, Mokuba." He spoke the words calmly but firmly. Mokuba moved his arm to look at him.
"Why not?"
Yuugi shook his hand and grabbed his hand. "This isn't a place for people like you. People here will take advantage of you, Moki. I don't want to see that happen."
Mokuba sucked in a breath at the use of his old nickname. "Yuugi." he whimpered.
He leaned closer to the other boy. "I don't want to be alone anymore."
Then he licked Yuugi's lips. Yuugi froze as Mokuba climbed atop him, a leg on each side of his waist. The way he saw it, he had two options:
A) Become Seto's newest home decoration when he found out and skinned him alive...
B) Reject the gorgeous, broken boy in front of him.
Mokuba ground into him lightly, placing his hands on the couch behind Yuugi's head. Out of instinct, the elder's hands went to his waist. Yuugi leaned up and caught Mokuba's lips in a deep kiss, made deeper when he twisted his hands into the onyx hair. He rocked slowly against him in return before jerking his head back and nibbling at his throat.
"Ung, Yuugi..." Mokuba moaned. Yuugi licked along his bite marks.
"Your brother is going to kill me, Mokuba."
Mokuba leaned down to whisper in Yuugi's ear. "Isn't that half the fun? You're my dirty little secret."
Yuugi stared in lust at his newest lover. The words looked so wrong coming from that gorgeous mouth, but so damn sexy at the same time.
Yuugi had Mokuba's shirt off in record time, flipping them so that Mokuba lay shivering underneath him. He lowered his head to nip and suck at Mokuba's earlobe before sliding his palm across the oddly defined chest.
"You work out?"
Mokuba nodded, chest heaving, eyes closed. Yuugi's fingers went to work on Mokuba's belt and zipper.
"Oh, please!" Mokuba breathed. Yuugi groaned and lowered his head to suck on the younger's nipples before moving down and lapping at his belly button. Mokuba's back lifted up off the couch, begging and craving more of that sinful mouth.
He slid the boy's pants down before looking into his stormy eyes. "Mokuba. You need to realize I could go to jail for this. Are you sure...?"
Yuugi really didn't want to go to jail, but he really wanted to fuck the boy writhing underneath him. Mokuba looked back at him, just as serious.
"I am."
Yuugi nodded and shimmied Mokuba's underwear down his hips, licking his lips when Mokuba's erect member bobbed free. Mokuba blushed heavily from arousal and embarrassment. Yuugi spread Mokuba's legs further and nipped at the inside of his thigh before sucking on the head lightly. Mokuba cried out and fisted a hand in his own hair, panting wildly. His hips bucked up, but Yuugi allowed it. He deep throated the teen beneath him, swallowing harshly around his member.
"Oh, I'm gonna..."
He came hard, crying Yuugi's name. Yuugi spat to the side, not being able to swallow all of it. Mokuba lay still, except for the occasional twitch of his body. Yuugi nuzzled his neck.
"We can stop, Moki." he whispered. Mokuba shook his head and pushed Yuugi up into a sitting position. Yuugi looked up at him, confused, as he slid Yuugi's clothing off.
"My turn." he whispered, hovering above Yuugi's weeping member. Yuugi gasped and tried to catch Mokuba's hips.
"No, it's fine." Mokuba assured him. The song outside had changed, yet again.
Stand back as your world decays I can't explain why you're falling apart
You need to find someone else to blame
For the hurt and the pain
I'm not the reason that you're insane(4)
Mokuba moaned lowly as he lowered himself onto Yuugi. The elder gasped and arched, trying to get more of that delicious heat. Mokuba sighed and pressed his forehead to Yuugi's before raising himself again and dropping back down. Yuugi began meeting him thrust for thrust.
"Y-Yuugi..." Mokuba whispered. Yuugi threw the other back down before slamming back in. Mokuba cried out harshly, nails digging into Yuugi's shoulders to the point of drawing blood.
"You're so tight..." Yuugi moaned. Mokuba hissed and sank his teeth into the junction between Yuugi's neck and shoulder.
"Harder!" he demanded. Yuugi nearly lost it there. He pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in with all the force he could. Mokuba screamed his name and arched his back. Yuugi shuddered and came, releasing his load inside of Mokuba. The other teen arched further and came as well.
Both laid there for a moment, painting. Yuugi was the first.
"That was quite possibly the best sex I've ever had."
Mokuba nodded and sighed. Yuugi chewed his lip for a moment.
"Wanna get some dinner?"
Mokuba smiled brightly. "I'd be delighted."
A/N: Well, there we have that. Ummm.. Song list time!
(1) Closer by Bleed the Dream
(2) Fever by Bullet for My Valentine
(3) Gift For You by Celldweller
(4) You're Insane by Escape the Fate. Their newest song! Their new album comes out in 22 days! AHHHHHHHH!
*whew* I would carry Craig's child if I could. Anyways, review? Powershipping next, then JouxMokuba. Which leads me to this question: DO ANY OF YOU KNOW THE EFFING SHIPPING NAME FOR JOUNOUCHI/MOKUBA?!
Blessed be, until we merry meet again.
~Nightingale.