A/N: Jounouchi/Mokuba for Davislover10! This has no shipping name. Just doesn't exist. So anyways, I don't own Stab My Back by All-American Rejects. Implied Puppyshipping because that's just how it's gonna go. Neeee…. Enjoy! Don't forget I'm still taking request even though I'm like 4 stories behind. BTW, Um, Stab My Back is from the POV of a guy to a girl, but we're gonna look at it as a Seto to a Jounouchi. Okay? Okay. Also, Mokuba is 16, making Jounouchi and Seto about 20 or something. Cause I think Seto is older than Jounouchi, like 18. So he'd probably be… 22. I don't know.
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Chapter Twenty: Jounouchi/Mokuba
Jounouchi knew that Seto would find out eventually, it was only a matter of time. The staff talked, he knew. Seto always listened to what was being said around him. The paparazzi had taught him that.
What he didn't know was that the brunette already knew. I guess you can only sleep with your lover's brother for so long.
"I'll be back later, okay?" Seto murmurs from the door. If Jounouchi hadn't been so focused on getting him out of the house, he might have noticed the pain hiding just behind his eyes.
"Okay." he said, giving a blithe smile in Seto's general direction. Seto felt a flare of anger when Jounouchi reached up to give him a quick kiss and a soft murmur of, "I love you."
Seto tightened his arms around Jounouchi, almost to the point of pain. "Yeah. I guess you have a thing for Kaibas."
He didn't catch the innuendo.
"What are you going to do while I'm gone?" Besides my brother?
"Probably watch a movie. You know, nothing extravagant." Jounouchi shrugged and smiled again. Seto cleared his throat and turned away, picking up his case.
"Don't miss me too much." he whispered. He knew he wouldn't. He'd be too busy with his brother.
Jounouchi nuzzled his neck. "I'll try not to."
Seto looked at him one last time, knowing he had to confirm the rumors flying through Kaiba Mansion. Honestly, he didn't want to. Maybe if he tried he could make himself believe that Jounouchi was innocent and his staff was malicious. Maybe he could make himself believe that he wasn't sharing Jounouchi. Maybe.
Now we're broken on the floor
She just wants me to share her
It hasn't been this way before
She just wants me to dare her
Seto left the room then, not once looking back at Jounouchi nor did he expect the blonde to follow him to the door. Like he used to, back before Mokuba's sixteenth birthday.
"Bye, Mokuba." he called weakly. He heard a vague reply from the depths of the mansion. He didn't want to believe his brother had turned into such a back stabber, that he would hurt him like this. Didn't he know that there was no one in this world that meant more to him? Didn't he know that he would die for him?
If he did, he didn't care. Maybe that's what hurt Seto the most, was that both knew about it, both were a part of it… And neither had said one thing to him.
There wasn't even guilt in either one of their eyes. He heaved a sigh and refused to drown in his own pity. They weren't expecting Seto to be home, they were expecting him to be at a meeting.
But if there was one thing Seto Kaiba was good at (and there was far more than one thing) it was sleuthing. He opened the front door and stepped out before promptly striding towards the garage where Isono was supposed to be waiting. But he wasn't.
Out of the entire Kaiba Mansion staff, Isono was the only one to actually speak up about what was going on. Seto strode straight past the garage, out of the view of any windows, and continued on until he made it to the hidden door hiding just beneath the grass. He tugged it up and slid inside, ignoring his computer for the moment.
Instead, he waited. He knew Jounouchi wouldn't head straight for Mokuba. He'd wait for a call confirming that Seto was at his meeting. Twenty minutes later, he picked up his phone.
"Hey, Seto. You get there okay?"
Seto paused and cleared his throat. "Yeah. Just fine."
Jounouchi hummed. "Alright, well. Don't worry about hurrying home. I'll probably jump into bed early or something."
Yeah, I bet you will.
"O-okay." he mentally cursed himself for stuttering. Jounouchi didn't notice, of course he didn't. "I love you, Jounouchi."
He swallowed back tears and looked at the ceiling before hitting 'end call' and sliding the phone onto the counter. He'd give it ten more minutes.
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The phone rings
And she screams
Stab my back
It's better when I bleed for you
You walk on me
It never was enough to do
Jounouch sprang from his bed and walked down the hall to Mokuba's room. He passed a few maids on the way, all of whom averted their eyes. He knew they knew. But he didn't care, no, not in the slightest. Truly, Seto had brought this on himself. He should have known Jounouchi would get bored with him on all of those business trips and meetings. What was he supposed to do? Then Mokuba had suddenly grown mature and it was abundantly clear.
"Mokuba." he whispered from the door way. Mokuba didn't look up from his television screen where he was busy hacking apart zombies. Jounouchi sighed and slid inside of the room, taking the headset from Mokuba's head and laying it on the floor. The controller was next, then the television was turned off.
"Mokuba."
The younger looked up at him, confused at the sudden entry. "Seto is gone."
Mokuba tilted his head and smiled. "Is he?"
Jounouchi nodded and strode back to the bed before throwing himself across it. "What should we do with this free time?"
Mokuba hummed. "How long until he gets back?"
"At least three hours."
Mokuba grinned. "Plenty of time."
Plenty indeed, thought Seto as he sat in the room beside Mokuba's, ear pressed to the wall. Mokuba stood and turned the TV back on before turning to Jou.
"What movie should we watch?"
Jounouchi titled his head and thought for some time. "MirrorMask." he said finally. Mokuba's eyes lit up at the suggestion. Jounouchi knew it was his favorite.
After turning on the movie, Mokuba pounced on Jou before crawling under the covers. The movie began and the two curled up against each other, just basking in the warmth.
"I swear you'll be the death of me..."
"Heh, I wish I was."(1)
Jounouchi looked up at Mokuba then. "Do you and Seto ever fight like that?"
In the next room, Seto cringed. They talked about him during their little trysts? For a moment, he couldn't remember what it felt like to trust Jou. To love him without a care in the world. He didn't know why he didn't just confront him about it. He didn't know why he was sitting, ear pressed against a wall, listening to some British movie and his lover with another.
"Mmm... No, not really. We don't often disagree."
Seto snorted quietly. That's about to change.
He honestly didn't know what he was going to do with his lover and his brother. He didn't know if he could look at Mokuba the same way after this. Honestly, he'd probably send him abroad. Served him right. It wasn't like he'd have a disadvantage. He was versed in eleven languages and had more money at his disposal than the president. Way more than the president. KaibaCorp. accounts were open to both Kaiba brothers as of Mokuba's sixteenth birthday.
He heard Jounouchi hum and Mokuba snicker about something. He didn't want to imagine what was going on in the next room, but of course his mind didn't listen to him. The mind was often like that. Making you see things you never wanted to see. He pinched the bridge of his nose and looked once more to make sure the door was locked. He closed his eyes and repositioned himself against the wall. Where was the man he fell for?
I can't get past her
Falling fast
It's true
It hasn't done a lot for you
Jounouchi unattached himself from Mokuba's neck long enough to look back at the screen. He marveled at just how strange the movie was. Why was this Mokuba's favorite?
"You see? Their way of thinking is completely backwards from the other world's. But their both two sides of the same sheet of paper. How can something made of the same thing be so different?" Mokuba asked. Jounouchi thought before answering.
"Well. I guess it's like you and Seto. You're brothers, made from the same genetic code, but you look nothing alike, sound nothing alike, and just generally are nothing alike."
Mokuba looked at Jou. "You really don't think I'm like nii-sama?"
Seto's heart broke a little at the pet name Mokuba had adopted. For some reason, he refused to call him by his name. It was always 'nii-sama'; big brother. How could he still use that respecting title and do what he had been doing? Seto couldn't fathom the fact that maybe Jounouchi and Mokuba loved him in reality. No, they must hate him to do this to him. No loving person could just rip someone's heart apart like that. No, it just didn't work that way. Sometimes, Seto wondered if it was him Jounouchi thought about during there times together. Was it just because he was lonely?
Seto would take him on those trips if it would put an end to this, but something told him it wouldn't. He no longer thought that it was out of loneliness anymore. It was now something of actual affection. After all, you can't have your typical hardcore casual sex (lololol. Dove...) for nearly a year and feel nothing for the other person involved.
Another thought struck Seto. If Jounouchi wasn't thinking about him when he was with Mokuba, then he could be thinking about Mokuba when he was with him. It could work that way. Couldn't it? Oh, he just didn't know.
And every time he held you close
Yeah, were you thinking of me
When I needed you the most
Well I hope that you're happy
Jounouchi hummed again in the next room. "No, I don't."
Mokuba rolled over until he hovered over Jounouchi. "Why not?"
Jounouchi blinked up at him before smiling and switching their positions. "Because he never let me be top."
Seto made a choking noise but kept his ear pressed to the wall, none-the-less. Jounouchi pressed his lips to Mokuba with such force that his head was forced back into the pillows slightly.
"You can't handle real life!"
The movie continued to play behind them, a happy ending coming in to play. Would Seto ever have his happy ending? No, it didn't look like it. Ever.
"Mmmm... Jounouchi." Mokuba gasped as the blonde's lips descended on his neck. He suckled the fair skin until a love bite had formed. Mokuba batted him over the head. "You fool! Seto will see!"
Jounouchi said something about covering it with his hair. He slid the younger's teen over his head and lapped at his collar bone. Mokuba whimpered and squeezed Jou's bum before ridding the blonde of his own shirt. He slid down and latched on to one nipple, causing the blonde above him to arch down. His pelvis was flush to Mokuba's and he began to roll against his illegal lover. Mokuba produced a keening moan. Jounouchi shivered. He loved how loud Mokuba got.
Seto didn't. He'd grabbed a trashcan, puking his guts up into it silently.
"Get on with it already! We've already wasted an hour."
Jounouchi snorted as he removed the rest of their clothing. "You're the one who wanted to watch the damn movie."
His hand found Mokuba's manhood and he began to pump furiously. He slid one finger in without lube of any sort. Mokuba was strange; he liked it dry. He bucked against the hand that was stroking him, moaning Jou's name. Another finger followed, Jou crooking them in a come hither motion. Mokuba screamed, loudly, forcing Seto to throw up even more.
But he couldn't leave.
The phone rings
And she screams
Stab my back
It's better when I bleed for you
You walk on me
It never was enough to do
"Jounouchi hurry. I don't want him to come home early."
Wouldn't that be a shame?
Jounouchi nodded and snatched a bottle of lotion of of the bedside table. He removed the fingers that had been preparing Mokuba, using them instead to coat his member evenly. He put a little bit around Mokuba's entrance, positioning himself before sliding in. Mokuba whimpered and writhed, fingernails already scratching the hell of out Jounouchi. The blonde made an embarrassing sound, somewhere between a sigh and a moan, beginning to move.
"Yes, Jounouchi. Ah, ah..."
Seto, now purged of his lunch, sat there, shivering. He shook his head and smiled ruefully. He still couldn't hate Jounouchi, even now, knowing what he was doing. Honestly, he wished he could. Oh, how he wished... But in the end, he just couldn't.
I can't get past her
Falling fast
It's true
It's better when I bleed for you
Jounouchi sat up on his knees, wrapping Mokuba's legs around his waist. The new position made Jou hit the younger's prostate dead on. Mokuba screamed his lover's name, still completely oblivious to Seto's presence in the other room. Mokuba had tears of pleasure in his eyes, body rocking to meet Jou's. He panted the blonde's name in ecstasy.
"Faster!" he begged. Seto curled in on himself, but still he wouldn't leave. This had to be his fault He'd sheltered Moki, so of course he'd fall for someone near him. Of course, of course. But Jou? Why not one of the mansion workers? Seto seriously hoped he enjoyed his time with Jou. He'd gone behind Seto's back, betrayed the one man he respected most. He hoped it was worth it.
I hope that love he gave you
Was just enough to save you
You nearly broke my heart
Just look at what you're tearing apart
Jounouchi pistoned in and out even faster, bringing Mokuba over the edge without even having to touch his neglected manhood. Mokuba's toes curled and his walls clenched. Jou gasped and released, his orgasm hitting him so fast that for a moment he was confused.
"Mokuba..." he breathed, laying beside the spent teen. Mokuba kissed him sleepily before pushing him away. Jounouchi dressed quietly and left the room, not once thinking to check the room beside it. He slid into his and Seto's bed, eyes sliding closed before falling asleep.
No guilt kept him awake.
Seto waited for a moment before exiting his hiding place, sliding back down the stairs, to his underground hiding place. His outdated computer system buzzed to life, the screen blinking.
"Seto, darlin', where've you been? Shame on you, leaving me all alone down here."
He sighed and lifted his head. It'd been years since he'd been here. He really had neglected the system, something he shouldn't have done. It helped him during Duelists Kingdom more than any person ever did.
"I'm sorry..." he murmured. The computerized woman huffed.
"As you should be! Seto... Is everything okay?"
A sob had torn itself from his throat, filling the empty space. He lowered his head onto his hands, sob after sob escaping. The computer tried in vain again and again to figure out just what the problem was.
But Seto wouldn't say. He bled silently, throughout the rest of that day. When he returned to find Jou at the door, waiting and smiling, like he didn't know what was wrong, Seto kept his silence. When he saw Mokuba's love bite, he didn't say a thing.
It was different when it was Jounouchi he bled for.
Somehow, that made it easier.
Somehow.
It's better when I bleed for you
It never was enough to do
It hasn't done a lot for you
AN: Bloody. Hell. Harry... I don't even. I wasn't dead. I was just lazy as shit. lololol. Sorry about that. I ate way too much Los Arcos today. Um... Yeah, so anyways, my legs are dead. I've been running hills the past two days. If no one remembers, Seto had a hidden door in the ground and a sassy computer was in it. :D Season one references! So anyways, my legs... end of course testing... Review? I ALSO DON'T OWN MIRRORMASK BUT IT'S GOOD. WATCH IT. (1) is just a line from it.
~Nightingale.