AND MOAR STILL.
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Post 3
Once again, everything is the same as the first post. :D
When Seto awoke and once again found a warm body pressed tightly against him, he felt the blood rush to his face immediately, spurred by anger but mostly embarrassment; somehow Mokuba had wound up in his arms once again. This was a problem, and while Mokuba appeared not to realize the severity of the matter, Seto would have to make it abundantly clear. He moved his leg ever so carefully, pulled one arm out from under Mokuba, lifting the other off of him as well, and opened his eyes, in anticipation of pushing his brother away. However, when Seto realized just where he was in bed, that he was the one who moved close to Mokuba, he let out a small gasp of dismay and pulled away, falling back to his side of the bed on to his back, and closing his eyes tightly.
He was falling apart; he had no control. He was a monster; he would never be able to trust himself with his own little brother again. “Mokuba,” Seto croaked, not turning to look at him, not opening his eyes; focusing only on breathing, on not thinking about what he’d done…about what he could have done, had he, in fact, moved in response to the incriminating dream about Mokuba that he guessed was responcible for his movement in the night… “Get out.”
Mokuba awoke to his brother's voice, cold and, Mokuba wondered as he forced himself into consciousness, almost trembling...? He was telling Mokuba to get out... and Mokuba didn't understand. "Nii-sama...?" he asked slowly, half-asleep, forcing himself into a sitting position. "...Why... what's wrong?" He was clearly still on his side of the bed, and couldn't think of anything he'd done wrong. Tearing up without meaning to, trying to hold his stupid emotions back, he wavered a moment. "Why do I have to go... What's wrong?" He must have done something in his sleep... but what? "I'm sorry, Nii-sama... whatever it was, I didn't mean to do it," he apologized, figuring that was the best way to make Seto be less angry at him... he hoped, anyway. He liked spending so much time with his brother... he didn't want things to get ruined now by something he did subconsciously. "I'm sorry... please forgive me..."
“It wasn’t you,” Seto said coldly, his voice low. He folded his arm over his head to cover his face, to hide the shame that burned in his cheeks as a thick blush. “It’s not your fault…” Seto murmured. “I just need you to leave.” What he couldn’t explain, what he didn’t dare try to vocalize, was his fear that if Mokuba stayed, if Seto had to go through one more day of being so excruciatingly—tantalizingly—close to Mokuba, that soon, he wouldn’t even be able to stop himself. His…condition had gotten progressively worse and worse, ever since the onset, and Seto was beginning to blame it on all the time they’d been spending together recently. After all, he’d been perfectly sane before… No, if he was to keep this thing that had taken hold of him from getting any worse, he’d simply have to cut off the time he and Mokuba were spending together. It was the only way—at least for now. “I have work. You’re going back to school. Get out.”
Mokuba looked down, biting back his tears and nodding. "Yes, Nii-sama," he replied softly but obediently, nodding before rising and leaving the room, head still hanging. He would do as told, he would go to school... Maybe when he got back, his brother would be feeling better, would be less angry-- something. Mokuba didn't even know, didn't even understand what was wrong, and, as he returned to his own room to dress and prepare his school things, he remembered ruefully how happy he had felt last night, with Seto's body so close to his own... He liked that butterfly feeling, whatever it was, and the warm feeling that came with it... even if he didn't know why. Perhaps, he thought vaguely, as he went downstairs for breakfast, he would ask his friends about it. Anything to distract him from his brother's harsh behaviour this morning.
Seto didn’t move, even after Mokuba left, not for a while. He lay perfectly still, his arm still covering his eyes, still trying to hide from himself. At least now he was alone…now he didn’t have to worry about doing something he would regret to Mokuba. But that still didn’t change his situation—not really—he couldn’t just avoid Mokuba, not with the way he’d seen his cold words had hurt him. Seto would have to find a solution, and he knew he would have to find one today, before Mokuba returned. Seto would not go to school today, and, as he had done more than enough work to cover today yesterday, he would be able to spend his time immersed in his search for a cure to his sickness.
The school day dragged on, and Mokuba had trouble paying attention to anything the teachers were saying... when he wasn't worrying about Seto's sudden coldness, he was remembering, wishing for that warm, good feeling he got when his brother held him closer... what was that feeling, anyway? He didn't really understand, but he knew he liked it... but how could he find out what, exactly, that feeling meant? It wasn't something he was used to... but he couldn't really describe it, and who could he ask, anyway? He resigned himself to a bad day, and moped around the rest of school, not really caring about work or anything else.
But then, on the way home from school, walking with his friends, Yumi finally pestered him, "Come on, what's wrong with you, Kaiba-chan?"
"Yeah, you've been acting down all day!" Noriko added, peering into his eyes. "What's up?"
Mokuba blinked up at them, surprised out of his wallowing in misery. "Oh-- it's nothing. Really. I'm just having a bad day."
Crossing her arms, Noriko shook her head, moving to stand in front of him. "Kaiba-kun. Come on. Something's obviously going on. What is it?"
"Yeah! We're your friends, right? We care about you!" Yumi continued, "You can trust us!"
Mokuba looked at them a moment, then broke into a half smile. "Thanks, guys... but it's nothing, really." But then it struck him... if anyone would be able to tell him about the mysterious butterfly-feeling, it was his friends! As they started to walk again, he thought a moment, then started again. "Actually... I was wondering... I've been having this feeling, and I don't know what it is."
"Ooh~ Like what?" Yumi asked, leaning in closer.
"Well," Mokuba did his best to describe, "Whenever I'm with..." He realized Seto probably wouldn't want him saying his name, so he tried to be vague, "this person I know, I get this feeling in my stomach that's fluttery, and I get all warm and blush. It's a good feeling... but I don't know what it is. Do you know what that feeling means...?"
"Oooooh~" Yumi and Noriko squealed in unison, and Mokuba was startled. "Wh-what?"
"That's so sweet! Kaiba-kun, you're in love!" Noriko exclaimed. "Who is it, who is it?"
"Is she someone we know?" Yumi bubbled, "Someone at school?"
"Err..." Mokuba blushed, feeling suddenly very awkward. "Love...? Are... are you sure?" Being in love? Is that what this meant? He supposed... he supposed it made sense, but... This was really very overwhelming. "And... no, he's not someone either of you know..."
"He?" Yumi and Noriko chorused, looking at one another with a giggle. Noriko took his hands in hers, while Yumi squealed, "Oh, Kaiba-chan, that's so cute!"
"It... is?" Mokuba stammered, "Well... well, thanks for your help, anyway, guys... see you tomorrow, probably, okay?"
"Okay!" his friends replied, waving as Mokuba turned away from them, "See ya!"
As Mokuba made his way back to the business district, he mulled over what his friends had said. Love... well, Mokuba was sure, he did love Seto, but was he... in love? Mokuba felt, in the conscious part of his mind, that there was something wrong with that, but it was Seto... and it just made sense. He was more devoted to Seto, cared more for Seto, loved being with Seto more than anyone else. Maybe it was love. Of course it was love.
Suddenly, Mokuba felt a wave of relief wash over him. If he really was in love with his brother... well, that made sense, and somehow, that made things feel a little better. After all, certainly Seto would be pleased to know he had gotten over Noa, and... if nothing else, telling Seto would hopefully make him feel a little better, keep him from being quite so cold as he was this morning... Yes. This was a good thing... hopefully, it would make things a little easier, at least.
Upon arriving home, Mokuba immediately ran to the elevator, making his way up to Seto's office. Suddenly eager, pressing the buzzer, Mokuba put on his most cheerful voice. "Good afternoon, Nii-sama! Can I come in, please?"
Seto had spent almost the entire day mulling over his feeling for Mokuba, and how they’d grown exponentially into something crazed… Seto was ashamed of what he felt, and was afraid of what he’d realized he was capable of putting Mokuba through, because in the end, Seto didn’t think there was any way for him to hold out much longer. He had to solve his problems, and to do that, he knew he needed to move on…get over his troubling obsession with his little brother.
But how? Unfortunately, in pursuit of an answer, Seto had come across only one idea that seemed acceptable to him…one idea that took complete advantage of Mokuba’s utter innocence, exploiting him in an experiment—the results of which Seto could not predict—but the consequences of which were all too obvious. Any feelings of brotherly love they felt for one another would be shattered. Even so, Seto knew he had to act on his urges…had to do it now, carefully, while he was still in control enough to hold himself back. If things continued to progress the way they had been over the past three days, he had to act now, or else forfeit any chance of pulling through at all. In theory, it was simple enough…
The door opened and Mokuba stepped into the room; he might have been surprised to see Seto standing there at the door, waiting for him, but Seto was too focused on his plan, too desperate to see it through to notice what Mokuba was thinking. He didn’t want to look at Mokuba as he dropped to his knees, knowing what he was about to do to his own little brother, but somehow, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of him. He looked into Mokuba’s eyes intently for a few seconds, then, leaving himself no opportunity for hesitation and Mokuba no room to protest or struggle, Seto pressed his lips to Mokuba’s in a tentative kiss, and wrapped his arms around his brother’s waist, pulling him closer. This was the plan… Either it would be enough to help Seto move out of his current disturbing phase, or it would only fuel his lust… No matter how it turned out, Seto knew he was sacrificing his brother, and that thought was the most devastating….but at least…at least now Mokuba would fully understand why he needed to stay as far away from Seto as possible… At least this was going to be the last time… It had to be.
Mokuba flushed as he felt his brother's lips against his own, and as the butterfly feeling returned full force and his heart began to race, he let his eyes fall shut. This... this wasn't what he had been expecting, but this was good, this was, he began to realize, what he had been wanting for a long time now. He wished it would last forever... but then, all too soon, Seto was pulling away, and even though he was disappointed, Mokuba couldn't help but smile. "I'm glad you're not mad at me anymore, Nii-sama!" he announced cheerfully, opening his eyes to meet Seto's, bubbling happily, but with a look of pure innocent curiosity. "I'm really happy. But... how did you know what I was going to say? How did you know that I was going to tell you I'm in love with you?" After all, Seto had, as far as he could tell, jumped over the confession stage... But it was perfectly fine with Mokuba. Smiling, he wrapped his arms around his brother's neck happily and pecked him again on the lips, any previous doubts wiped from his mind. After all, Seto had kissed him first, and if his brother did it, then it was obviously okay. "Because it's true, you know! I love you!"
Seto looked back at Mokuba, horrified by his reaction. “Mokuba—you—you can’t know what you’re saying?” Seto asked, aghast. “This is my problem—you’re confused! This was wrong of me. I—should have never put you through that.” He looked, down, taking his arms off of Mokuba’s waist and covering his face. This was what he’d been wanting for three full days, but Mokuba’s reaction made him sick to his stomach. He should have never done it…it was all wrong! If Mokuba had only been upset… If Mokuba didn’t look so happy about it, then maybe Seto wouldn’t be so desperate to do it again… Maybe that would have convinced him it was wrong. But this…this wasn’t how it was supposed to be… His plan had failed. “I can’t feel this way…this is wrong.” Seto looked up quickly, meeting Mokuba’s eyes and staring into them intently, then slowly shaking his head. He couldn’t help himself. Seto met Mokuba’s eyes once more and leaned slowly forward and pressed another kiss to Mokuba’s lips, this time, harder, rougher.
Mokuba felt like his heart was beating out of his chest as Seto kissed him again, and he couldn't help it, he whimpered softly, tightening his arms around Seto's neck. This felt so much better than he ever could have imagined... even if he had never thought of wanting something like this before, he knew now that it was what he wanted, for sure. When they broke apart again, this time panting and flushed and with swollen lips, Mokuba looked into Seto's eyes, hoping he would stop being confusing... Mokuba didn't understand why he kept saying it was a problem and it was wrong... because it felt perfectly right to Mokuba and he wanted things to stay this way. "I love you, Nii-sama," he said, perfectly plainly, not looking away.
“But…but not like this…?” Seto made it a question, almost begging for the answer as he kissed Mokuba lightly on the lips, over his jaw line…down his neck. “I shouldn’t be doing this…” Seto swallowed, pausing and looking back at Mokuba. Was it all right if it was what Mokuba wanted, too? Or did that make it worse, worse that Seto was dragging Mokuba down with him? “Mokuba…” Seto said lowly…pain in his voice. “We can’t… It can’t be like this.”
"Why not?" Mokuba asked, surprised at how pleading his voice came out. "I'm in love with you, Nii-sama, and... and if you love me, then why can't it be like this?" He didn't understand why Seto was so upset about it... even as he continued to kiss Mokuba, even as he so obviously wanted it. "I don't understand, Nii-sama... I understand that you have to work and that you can't spend very much time with me... I understand that you're busy and don't have time to do anything together... I even understand that I'm a pain and you don't want me around when you're working! But... but I don't understand... why isn't it okay... if you love me?" Looking pitifully into Seto's eyes, he hoped against hope that Seto would just decide everything was okay... because Mokuba just didn't understand.
“It’s…it’s not like that, Mokuba…” Seto said softly, pulling Mokuba’s into his arms. “None of that matters.” He swallowed and closed his eyes, sighing. It felt so good to be this close…but it didn’t change anything. Somehow, he would have to put a stop to this. “I…I love you…” Seto croaked with some difficulty. “But I shouldn’t do this.” Seto paused, pulling back and kissing Mokuba again, pressing him against the door frame. “You don’t want this…” Seto gasped, running more kisses down Mokuba’s neck, lifting his shirt and running his hand over his chest. “Stop me, Mokuba! Please tell me you don’t want this…” Seto kept going, though it still made him feel sick to know what he was doing to his own brother… But he… This was exactly what he wanted and exactly what he needed…better than he could have imagined. It was wrong but…until Mokuba asked him to stop, Seto knew he couldn’t.
Mokuba inhaled sharply, letting his head fall back against the door as a soft while fall from his lips. "Nii-sama--" he gasped, trying to get ahold of himself enough to talk. "Nii-sama... please... this is what I want. I--" He cut off as Seto's mouth pressed against a particularly sensative spot on his neck, squeezing his eyes shut and mewling. "I don't want you to stop. I love you," he finally managed to choke out, his breathing increasingly heavy with every kiss from his brother. "I don't want you to be unhappy, but... but this... this is--!" With another gasp, he arched against his brother, wanting to be closer, wanting more contact. "It's what I want!"
“No,” Seto whispered against Mokuba’s skin, unwilling to believe his brother’s words. No, it couldn’t be…Seto was such a monster…somehow Mokuba didn’t believe how wrong all of this was…Seto knew Mokuba believed him implicitly, but these despicable actions... Seto let out a low moan, laced with both despair and lust. “Don’t say that…” He gulped, pulling back and dragging Mokuba into his arms as he got clumsily to his feet. “How can you know what you want?” Seto asked slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. Mokuba was so young…too young… This was terrible, it should not have been allowed to happen, but Seto knew it wasn’t going to stop. “I…want you,” Seto admitted huskily, setting Mokuba down on the couch as he shrugged off his coat. “But I can’t…do this to you, Mokuba…” Seto finished, even as he crawled on top of Mokuba, forcing their hips together and capturing his lips in a fervent kiss.
"Nii-sama--!" Mokuba cried out, squeezing his eyes shut at the amazingly, unexpectedly good feeling of pressure as Seto ground their hips together, but he was cut off by the kiss. It was all so overwhelming, and Mokuba was barely able to think coherently anymore; he would have given up entirely if it weren't for the fact that his brother still sounded so pained, so torn... When they broke apart again, Mokuba looked up into Seto's eyes, doing his best to look entirely sincere, even while flushed and gasping for breath after the kiss. "I love you, Nii-sama. I want you, too. Please... I don't want you to be sad... I love you." Closing his eyes, he leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to Seto's lips, drawing back after only a moment. Hopefully, it would be enough... because Mokuba wanted this, but more importantly, he wanted to make his brother happy.
“Mokuba…” Seto breathed, looking into Mokuba’s eyes and seeing the sincerity. He really truly believed what he was saying… But Seto knew…knew it was wrong…that it was his fault Mokuba didn’t know any better. He should have been able to control himself, but he… Hearing Mokuba say that… “Mokuba, I…I really do love you… In spite of this…madness.” He clenched his jaw and looked over his brother, flushed, breathless…incredibly arousing. It was terrible… But if Mokuba…if this was what Mokuba wanted… “This is entirely my fault. I don’t mean to hurt you, but I…” Seto paused, swallowing as he pushed open Mokuba’s vest and pulled up his shirt. “Mokuba…I love you.” Seto breathed, kissing his chest softly, caressing his skin with his hands, and finally giving in to what they both wanted so desperately.
Mokuba struggled out of his vest, trying his best to stay coherent but failing. He had never felt anything so overwhelmingly good... Just being so close to Seto, just feeling Seto touch him... it was all the Mokuba could ever have asked for and more. Seto kept talking about something in a guilty voice, but Mokuba was having trouble concentrating... still, he caught most of it, and forced his eyes to stay open a sliver. "Nii-sama--" he gasped, trying his best to voice his thoughts before he lost them entirely. "Feels-- so good... you could never hurt me..." Arching up against his brother, wanting to be even closer, he squeezed his eyes shut before forcing them open again for a second to meet Seto's eyes. "Please-- I love you, too, Nii-sama..."
Seto paused as Mokuba spoke, clenching his fist unconsciously at Mokuba’s side, not looking up from his brother’s soft skin. Hearing that…how could he…how could he stop now? This was clearly what they both wanted…what Seto knew he needed. It was wrong, but, in whose eyes? What did conventions matter, in the end? Seto placed a kiss on Mokuba’s stomach and met his eyes, holding his gaze for a moment as he unclasped his fist and moved it to Mokuba’s waist, pushing gently at the waistband. This was wrong, Seto reminded himself as he undid Mokuba’s fly, jaw clenched and breath held in anticipation, because Mokuba was still too young to know how this would affect him… But they…the two of them had been forced to grow up so much faster, did such rules even apply? Seto pressed his hand against Mokuba through his half undone pants and underwear and let out a low hiss of lust as his own heart rate began to accelerate. Pausing for only a few seconds, Seto hooked his hand on the elastic of Mokuba’s briefs and slid them along with his pants down from his waist and cast them aside. Seto took a few minutes, trying to steady his breathing, then leaned forward, trailing kisses down Mokuba’s stomach, slowing before taking Mokuba’s member into his mouth experimentally. Seto knew he could never hurt Mokuba. If things got out of hand, he would do whatever he could to take care of Mokuba, no matter what it took. He wanted this…Mokuba wanted this… They didn’t need anyone’s approval if they were both happy.
Inhaling sharply, Mokuba couldn't help himself, he rocked his hips up as he felt his brother's mouth on him. "Nii-sama--" he choked out, clutching at the couch beneath him and whining loudly. It just felt so good, so much better than anything he could have ever imagined... he wanted more. "Nii-sama... please..." he whined, squriming and arching up again.
Instinctually, Seto knew to move his tongue over and around Mokuba’s erection before he began slowly sliding Mokuba in and out of his mouth, carefully keeping his teeth from grazing him as he worked Mokuba’s member deep inside his mouth. He ran his tongue over Mokuba’s length, caressed his thigh lightly, closing his eyes and letting out a low contented moan; this was what he’d wanted all along, and Mokuba…making Mokuba this happy was amazing.
As Seto's moan vibrated against him, Mokuba couldn't help but let out a cry as well, entirely overwhelmed with the feeling. "Nii-sama-- It's-- It's good--!" he managed, writhing against the sofa, arching up again. The more it built, the less control Mokuba felt like he had... he had never experienced anything like this before, not even in his wildest dreams. The feeling itself was amazing, but the fact that it was Seto showing him such attention, Seto so close to him, touching him, Seto proving how much he loved him... that was enough to push Mokuba over the edge, and, though he tried to hold out, to keep the amazing feeling for as long as possible, soon, he was coming, crying out "Nii-sama!" at the top of his lungs before falling limp against the couch.
Seto’s reflex response caused him to jerk back reflexively, but he stifled his gag reflex, swallowing as much as he could and licking the rest, nearly gasping with his own need. “Mokuba,” Seto moaned huskily, wiping his face with his sleeve and sitting up to look down at Mokuba’s face. He swallowed, savoring Mokuba’s flavor, then leaned forward and caught his lips in a brief kiss, waiting for some kind of reaction.
Mokuba opened his eyes, smiling serenely up at Seto and reaching out, taking his brother's hand in his own. Leaning up, he whispered, "I love you, Nii-sama," into Seto's ear before falling back against the sofa, feeling entirely exhausted. His limbs felt as if they were made of gellatin, and really, what he wanted to do right now was take a nap... but only if Seto was there with him. But he didn't want to let Seto out of his sight, and so he kept his eyes open, smile still softly on his lips. "I'm really happy," he commented, hoping Seto was happy, too, before yawning. "But... I'm a little sleepy... Nii-sama..."
“That’s fine,” Seto murmured, pulling back and tracing his fingers over Mokuba’s exposed skin. “Of course… You can fall asleep.” He clenched his teeth slightly and sighed, furrowing his brow. He should have realized… But then again, Mokuba was only eleven… Seto rolled off of Mokuba on to the couch next to him and leaned back, dropping his head against the cushion. He ached badly…and Mokuba was still half naked in front of him, still tantalizingly arousing… Seto shifted slightly, his eyes still on Mokuba as his hand found its way to his fly.
"Thank you, Nii-sama," Mokuba murmured in reply, smiling at Seto for another moment before letting his eyes fall shut. His breathing was getting more even now, and he was comfortable; resting his head against the arm of the sofa, he closed his eyes and let himself drift off to sleep feeling happier and more contented than he could ever remember feeling before.
Seto heard Mokuba’s even breathing and knew he was asleep. Slowly, he slid down his overly-tight pants and gasped, pressing himself back against the couch. He look across Mokuba’s half naked body once more and felt the thrill run through him all over again as he remembered how Mokuba had sounded…how he’d made Mokuba sound. Seto squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip tightly, determined not to make a sound as his hand began moving rhythmically over his length.
Seto pushed himself to his feet clumsily and made his way back to his desk to grab a handful of tissue paper to clean himself up before he quickly fixed his pants and returned to Mokuba’s side. He could still taste Mokuba's flavor, and he sighed, kneeling once more and placing a soft kiss on his brother’s lips. Blushing stupidly, Seto cleaned Mokuba as well and redressed him carefully, then scooped him into his arms, pausing only to kiss him once again before carrying Mokuba to bed--Seto’s bed. He didn’t want them to be apart, not until he was certain the two of them had everything worked out.
Mokuba came slowly into consciousness to realize he was in someone's arms, and that he was in motion. The arms were warm, strong, and, Mokuba realized with a smile, belonging to his brother. Opening his eyes partway, Mokuba looked up at him for a moment before looking around. They were just moving out of the elevator, down the hall... to Seto's bedroom. His smile broadening, Mokuba put his arms around Seto's neck and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you, Nii-sama," he said softly as Seto set him down on the bed, climbing in beside him. Moving closer to his brother, Mokuba curled up, letting his eyes fall shut again and he sighed contentedly into Seto's chest. "I'm so happy... I love you," he murmured, already falling back into a comfortable sleep.
When Seto woke up, he knew exactly who the familiar warm weight in his arms was, and he embraced his brother, pulling him a little closer to his own body and sighing in comfortable contentment. He lay still for a little while, waiting for Mokuba to start to wake up, and let his mind wonder back to the previous evening. It was a little hard to believe that all of it had really happened; it was much closer to one of Seto’s recent recurrent fantasies than any sort of real outcome he could have expected, but then again, had it only been a dream, Seto didn’t think Mokuba would have fallen asleep so early…
Seto shook his head quickly, scolding himself for thinking of the matter so lightly; they still had things that needed to be worked out, and Seto wasn’t even sure if Mokuba understood the gravity of the situation…or the severity of Seto’s crippling obsession with him. Seto sighed into Mokuba’s hair and shifted so that he could look down at his brother’s face. What had he gotten Mokuba into? It was a disaster…he was obviously failing Mokuba as an older brother… And yet, even as Seto mentally condemned himself, he couldn’t help but think that things felt strangely right… At any rate, Seto felt emotionally and physically content; as long as Mokuba felt the same, than perhaps he could begin to accept things mentally, too. But if Mokuba showed even the slightest hesitation…then it was back to Seto’s original plan. Having satiated himself at least partially of his need for his brother, hopefully he could cut himself off now, if that was what Mokuba wanted. Resolved, Seto squeezed Mokuba lightly and gently placed a kiss on the back of his neck, waiting for him to wake.
Mokuba didn't want to wake up; he was far too content and comfortable how he was, and he was currently fighting the feeling that it was morning, that he ought to open his eyes. After all, the embrace he was currently in, the warm body pressed against his own... that had to be a dream... right? But then he felt a kiss against the back of his neck and, in confusion, finally gathered the will power to open his eyes. Rolling onto his back, he saw Seto looking back down on him, and, as if a fog had suddenly lifted, remembered the previous night. He couldn't help it, a smile spread across his face, and, leaing up, he kissed Seto lightly on the lips. "G'morning, Nii-sama," he greeted, blushing softly as the butterfly feeling in his stomach intensified, in a sort of comfortable, warm way. Love, he reminded himself, his smile widening, he and Seto were in love, and it was a good feeling.
“Mokuba,” Seto said sternly, though he could feel the slight tug at the corners of his lips that could only be a smile, “Are you all right?” Seto forced his expression to be somber and swallowed, hurrying to clarify. “Do you…do you know what…this means?” He knew he still wasn’t being clear, but it was difficult for him to find the right words, especially when his thoughts and feelings where so desperate. “Mokuba, I… Don’t let me push you into this. If this isn’t what you want…” He closed his eyes and sighed. “I just hope you’ve thought about this…”
"Nii-sama," Mokuba replied plainly, looking back up at Seto with the utmost sincerity, "It's okay. I'm old enough to understand, and I love you. Being with you like this... It makes me happy." Smiling, he reached up and touched Seto's face lightly, hoping he understood. "I'm all right, okay? So can you please be happy, too?"
“As long as you’re sure.” Seto nodded slightly, reaching up and taking Mokuba’s hand in his, meeting his eyes and taking in his perfect smile. Slowly, to give Mokuba time to pull away, Seto leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. Gaining confidence when Mokuba did not pull away, Seto released Mokuba’s hand and moved it to Mokuba’s face gently, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. Moments like these…they made it seem as though this…love for each other…might actually be able to last.
Mokuba leaned into the kiss, letting his eyes fall shut as he kissed back, happy that his brother was finally sounding as if he was happy. When they drew apart, he looked up into Seto's eyes, smiling sweetly. "You make me the happiest, Nii-sama... I want to make you happy, too. So just... just tell me what I can do to make you happy, okay?" Seto was always so worried, so stressed... Mokuba hoped that he could do something now to help.
“I am happy.” Seto affirmed, leaning back into the pillows and taking Mokuba with him. “As long as you’re all right with all of this.” Seto added, brushing his lips lightly across Mokuba’s cheek. “You don’t need to do anything,” Seto sighed contentedly. After all, it seemed as though Mokuba was always doing things for him. It was nice just like this…just sitting together. “Just stay like this…that’s enough.”
Mokuba grinned, snuggling comfortably into Seto's chest. "Of course I'll stay. I'll always stay with you, Nii-sama, for as long as you want me." He would, of course, do anything Seto asked of him, but he liked this. Right now, more than anything, he wanted to stay here, curled up in Seto's arms, forever.
Post 3
Once again, everything is the same as the first post. :D
When Seto awoke and once again found a warm body pressed tightly against him, he felt the blood rush to his face immediately, spurred by anger but mostly embarrassment; somehow Mokuba had wound up in his arms once again. This was a problem, and while Mokuba appeared not to realize the severity of the matter, Seto would have to make it abundantly clear. He moved his leg ever so carefully, pulled one arm out from under Mokuba, lifting the other off of him as well, and opened his eyes, in anticipation of pushing his brother away. However, when Seto realized just where he was in bed, that he was the one who moved close to Mokuba, he let out a small gasp of dismay and pulled away, falling back to his side of the bed on to his back, and closing his eyes tightly.
He was falling apart; he had no control. He was a monster; he would never be able to trust himself with his own little brother again. “Mokuba,” Seto croaked, not turning to look at him, not opening his eyes; focusing only on breathing, on not thinking about what he’d done…about what he could have done, had he, in fact, moved in response to the incriminating dream about Mokuba that he guessed was responcible for his movement in the night… “Get out.”
Mokuba awoke to his brother's voice, cold and, Mokuba wondered as he forced himself into consciousness, almost trembling...? He was telling Mokuba to get out... and Mokuba didn't understand. "Nii-sama...?" he asked slowly, half-asleep, forcing himself into a sitting position. "...Why... what's wrong?" He was clearly still on his side of the bed, and couldn't think of anything he'd done wrong. Tearing up without meaning to, trying to hold his stupid emotions back, he wavered a moment. "Why do I have to go... What's wrong?" He must have done something in his sleep... but what? "I'm sorry, Nii-sama... whatever it was, I didn't mean to do it," he apologized, figuring that was the best way to make Seto be less angry at him... he hoped, anyway. He liked spending so much time with his brother... he didn't want things to get ruined now by something he did subconsciously. "I'm sorry... please forgive me..."
“It wasn’t you,” Seto said coldly, his voice low. He folded his arm over his head to cover his face, to hide the shame that burned in his cheeks as a thick blush. “It’s not your fault…” Seto murmured. “I just need you to leave.” What he couldn’t explain, what he didn’t dare try to vocalize, was his fear that if Mokuba stayed, if Seto had to go through one more day of being so excruciatingly—tantalizingly—close to Mokuba, that soon, he wouldn’t even be able to stop himself. His…condition had gotten progressively worse and worse, ever since the onset, and Seto was beginning to blame it on all the time they’d been spending together recently. After all, he’d been perfectly sane before… No, if he was to keep this thing that had taken hold of him from getting any worse, he’d simply have to cut off the time he and Mokuba were spending together. It was the only way—at least for now. “I have work. You’re going back to school. Get out.”
Mokuba looked down, biting back his tears and nodding. "Yes, Nii-sama," he replied softly but obediently, nodding before rising and leaving the room, head still hanging. He would do as told, he would go to school... Maybe when he got back, his brother would be feeling better, would be less angry-- something. Mokuba didn't even know, didn't even understand what was wrong, and, as he returned to his own room to dress and prepare his school things, he remembered ruefully how happy he had felt last night, with Seto's body so close to his own... He liked that butterfly feeling, whatever it was, and the warm feeling that came with it... even if he didn't know why. Perhaps, he thought vaguely, as he went downstairs for breakfast, he would ask his friends about it. Anything to distract him from his brother's harsh behaviour this morning.
Seto didn’t move, even after Mokuba left, not for a while. He lay perfectly still, his arm still covering his eyes, still trying to hide from himself. At least now he was alone…now he didn’t have to worry about doing something he would regret to Mokuba. But that still didn’t change his situation—not really—he couldn’t just avoid Mokuba, not with the way he’d seen his cold words had hurt him. Seto would have to find a solution, and he knew he would have to find one today, before Mokuba returned. Seto would not go to school today, and, as he had done more than enough work to cover today yesterday, he would be able to spend his time immersed in his search for a cure to his sickness.
The school day dragged on, and Mokuba had trouble paying attention to anything the teachers were saying... when he wasn't worrying about Seto's sudden coldness, he was remembering, wishing for that warm, good feeling he got when his brother held him closer... what was that feeling, anyway? He didn't really understand, but he knew he liked it... but how could he find out what, exactly, that feeling meant? It wasn't something he was used to... but he couldn't really describe it, and who could he ask, anyway? He resigned himself to a bad day, and moped around the rest of school, not really caring about work or anything else.
But then, on the way home from school, walking with his friends, Yumi finally pestered him, "Come on, what's wrong with you, Kaiba-chan?"
"Yeah, you've been acting down all day!" Noriko added, peering into his eyes. "What's up?"
Mokuba blinked up at them, surprised out of his wallowing in misery. "Oh-- it's nothing. Really. I'm just having a bad day."
Crossing her arms, Noriko shook her head, moving to stand in front of him. "Kaiba-kun. Come on. Something's obviously going on. What is it?"
"Yeah! We're your friends, right? We care about you!" Yumi continued, "You can trust us!"
Mokuba looked at them a moment, then broke into a half smile. "Thanks, guys... but it's nothing, really." But then it struck him... if anyone would be able to tell him about the mysterious butterfly-feeling, it was his friends! As they started to walk again, he thought a moment, then started again. "Actually... I was wondering... I've been having this feeling, and I don't know what it is."
"Ooh~ Like what?" Yumi asked, leaning in closer.
"Well," Mokuba did his best to describe, "Whenever I'm with..." He realized Seto probably wouldn't want him saying his name, so he tried to be vague, "this person I know, I get this feeling in my stomach that's fluttery, and I get all warm and blush. It's a good feeling... but I don't know what it is. Do you know what that feeling means...?"
"Oooooh~" Yumi and Noriko squealed in unison, and Mokuba was startled. "Wh-what?"
"That's so sweet! Kaiba-kun, you're in love!" Noriko exclaimed. "Who is it, who is it?"
"Is she someone we know?" Yumi bubbled, "Someone at school?"
"Err..." Mokuba blushed, feeling suddenly very awkward. "Love...? Are... are you sure?" Being in love? Is that what this meant? He supposed... he supposed it made sense, but... This was really very overwhelming. "And... no, he's not someone either of you know..."
"He?" Yumi and Noriko chorused, looking at one another with a giggle. Noriko took his hands in hers, while Yumi squealed, "Oh, Kaiba-chan, that's so cute!"
"It... is?" Mokuba stammered, "Well... well, thanks for your help, anyway, guys... see you tomorrow, probably, okay?"
"Okay!" his friends replied, waving as Mokuba turned away from them, "See ya!"
As Mokuba made his way back to the business district, he mulled over what his friends had said. Love... well, Mokuba was sure, he did love Seto, but was he... in love? Mokuba felt, in the conscious part of his mind, that there was something wrong with that, but it was Seto... and it just made sense. He was more devoted to Seto, cared more for Seto, loved being with Seto more than anyone else. Maybe it was love. Of course it was love.
Suddenly, Mokuba felt a wave of relief wash over him. If he really was in love with his brother... well, that made sense, and somehow, that made things feel a little better. After all, certainly Seto would be pleased to know he had gotten over Noa, and... if nothing else, telling Seto would hopefully make him feel a little better, keep him from being quite so cold as he was this morning... Yes. This was a good thing... hopefully, it would make things a little easier, at least.
Upon arriving home, Mokuba immediately ran to the elevator, making his way up to Seto's office. Suddenly eager, pressing the buzzer, Mokuba put on his most cheerful voice. "Good afternoon, Nii-sama! Can I come in, please?"
Seto had spent almost the entire day mulling over his feeling for Mokuba, and how they’d grown exponentially into something crazed… Seto was ashamed of what he felt, and was afraid of what he’d realized he was capable of putting Mokuba through, because in the end, Seto didn’t think there was any way for him to hold out much longer. He had to solve his problems, and to do that, he knew he needed to move on…get over his troubling obsession with his little brother.
But how? Unfortunately, in pursuit of an answer, Seto had come across only one idea that seemed acceptable to him…one idea that took complete advantage of Mokuba’s utter innocence, exploiting him in an experiment—the results of which Seto could not predict—but the consequences of which were all too obvious. Any feelings of brotherly love they felt for one another would be shattered. Even so, Seto knew he had to act on his urges…had to do it now, carefully, while he was still in control enough to hold himself back. If things continued to progress the way they had been over the past three days, he had to act now, or else forfeit any chance of pulling through at all. In theory, it was simple enough…
The door opened and Mokuba stepped into the room; he might have been surprised to see Seto standing there at the door, waiting for him, but Seto was too focused on his plan, too desperate to see it through to notice what Mokuba was thinking. He didn’t want to look at Mokuba as he dropped to his knees, knowing what he was about to do to his own little brother, but somehow, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of him. He looked into Mokuba’s eyes intently for a few seconds, then, leaving himself no opportunity for hesitation and Mokuba no room to protest or struggle, Seto pressed his lips to Mokuba’s in a tentative kiss, and wrapped his arms around his brother’s waist, pulling him closer. This was the plan… Either it would be enough to help Seto move out of his current disturbing phase, or it would only fuel his lust… No matter how it turned out, Seto knew he was sacrificing his brother, and that thought was the most devastating….but at least…at least now Mokuba would fully understand why he needed to stay as far away from Seto as possible… At least this was going to be the last time… It had to be.
Mokuba flushed as he felt his brother's lips against his own, and as the butterfly feeling returned full force and his heart began to race, he let his eyes fall shut. This... this wasn't what he had been expecting, but this was good, this was, he began to realize, what he had been wanting for a long time now. He wished it would last forever... but then, all too soon, Seto was pulling away, and even though he was disappointed, Mokuba couldn't help but smile. "I'm glad you're not mad at me anymore, Nii-sama!" he announced cheerfully, opening his eyes to meet Seto's, bubbling happily, but with a look of pure innocent curiosity. "I'm really happy. But... how did you know what I was going to say? How did you know that I was going to tell you I'm in love with you?" After all, Seto had, as far as he could tell, jumped over the confession stage... But it was perfectly fine with Mokuba. Smiling, he wrapped his arms around his brother's neck happily and pecked him again on the lips, any previous doubts wiped from his mind. After all, Seto had kissed him first, and if his brother did it, then it was obviously okay. "Because it's true, you know! I love you!"
Seto looked back at Mokuba, horrified by his reaction. “Mokuba—you—you can’t know what you’re saying?” Seto asked, aghast. “This is my problem—you’re confused! This was wrong of me. I—should have never put you through that.” He looked, down, taking his arms off of Mokuba’s waist and covering his face. This was what he’d been wanting for three full days, but Mokuba’s reaction made him sick to his stomach. He should have never done it…it was all wrong! If Mokuba had only been upset… If Mokuba didn’t look so happy about it, then maybe Seto wouldn’t be so desperate to do it again… Maybe that would have convinced him it was wrong. But this…this wasn’t how it was supposed to be… His plan had failed. “I can’t feel this way…this is wrong.” Seto looked up quickly, meeting Mokuba’s eyes and staring into them intently, then slowly shaking his head. He couldn’t help himself. Seto met Mokuba’s eyes once more and leaned slowly forward and pressed another kiss to Mokuba’s lips, this time, harder, rougher.
Mokuba felt like his heart was beating out of his chest as Seto kissed him again, and he couldn't help it, he whimpered softly, tightening his arms around Seto's neck. This felt so much better than he ever could have imagined... even if he had never thought of wanting something like this before, he knew now that it was what he wanted, for sure. When they broke apart again, this time panting and flushed and with swollen lips, Mokuba looked into Seto's eyes, hoping he would stop being confusing... Mokuba didn't understand why he kept saying it was a problem and it was wrong... because it felt perfectly right to Mokuba and he wanted things to stay this way. "I love you, Nii-sama," he said, perfectly plainly, not looking away.
“But…but not like this…?” Seto made it a question, almost begging for the answer as he kissed Mokuba lightly on the lips, over his jaw line…down his neck. “I shouldn’t be doing this…” Seto swallowed, pausing and looking back at Mokuba. Was it all right if it was what Mokuba wanted, too? Or did that make it worse, worse that Seto was dragging Mokuba down with him? “Mokuba…” Seto said lowly…pain in his voice. “We can’t… It can’t be like this.”
"Why not?" Mokuba asked, surprised at how pleading his voice came out. "I'm in love with you, Nii-sama, and... and if you love me, then why can't it be like this?" He didn't understand why Seto was so upset about it... even as he continued to kiss Mokuba, even as he so obviously wanted it. "I don't understand, Nii-sama... I understand that you have to work and that you can't spend very much time with me... I understand that you're busy and don't have time to do anything together... I even understand that I'm a pain and you don't want me around when you're working! But... but I don't understand... why isn't it okay... if you love me?" Looking pitifully into Seto's eyes, he hoped against hope that Seto would just decide everything was okay... because Mokuba just didn't understand.
“It’s…it’s not like that, Mokuba…” Seto said softly, pulling Mokuba’s into his arms. “None of that matters.” He swallowed and closed his eyes, sighing. It felt so good to be this close…but it didn’t change anything. Somehow, he would have to put a stop to this. “I…I love you…” Seto croaked with some difficulty. “But I shouldn’t do this.” Seto paused, pulling back and kissing Mokuba again, pressing him against the door frame. “You don’t want this…” Seto gasped, running more kisses down Mokuba’s neck, lifting his shirt and running his hand over his chest. “Stop me, Mokuba! Please tell me you don’t want this…” Seto kept going, though it still made him feel sick to know what he was doing to his own brother… But he… This was exactly what he wanted and exactly what he needed…better than he could have imagined. It was wrong but…until Mokuba asked him to stop, Seto knew he couldn’t.
Mokuba inhaled sharply, letting his head fall back against the door as a soft while fall from his lips. "Nii-sama--" he gasped, trying to get ahold of himself enough to talk. "Nii-sama... please... this is what I want. I--" He cut off as Seto's mouth pressed against a particularly sensative spot on his neck, squeezing his eyes shut and mewling. "I don't want you to stop. I love you," he finally managed to choke out, his breathing increasingly heavy with every kiss from his brother. "I don't want you to be unhappy, but... but this... this is--!" With another gasp, he arched against his brother, wanting to be closer, wanting more contact. "It's what I want!"
“No,” Seto whispered against Mokuba’s skin, unwilling to believe his brother’s words. No, it couldn’t be…Seto was such a monster…somehow Mokuba didn’t believe how wrong all of this was…Seto knew Mokuba believed him implicitly, but these despicable actions... Seto let out a low moan, laced with both despair and lust. “Don’t say that…” He gulped, pulling back and dragging Mokuba into his arms as he got clumsily to his feet. “How can you know what you want?” Seto asked slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. Mokuba was so young…too young… This was terrible, it should not have been allowed to happen, but Seto knew it wasn’t going to stop. “I…want you,” Seto admitted huskily, setting Mokuba down on the couch as he shrugged off his coat. “But I can’t…do this to you, Mokuba…” Seto finished, even as he crawled on top of Mokuba, forcing their hips together and capturing his lips in a fervent kiss.
"Nii-sama--!" Mokuba cried out, squeezing his eyes shut at the amazingly, unexpectedly good feeling of pressure as Seto ground their hips together, but he was cut off by the kiss. It was all so overwhelming, and Mokuba was barely able to think coherently anymore; he would have given up entirely if it weren't for the fact that his brother still sounded so pained, so torn... When they broke apart again, Mokuba looked up into Seto's eyes, doing his best to look entirely sincere, even while flushed and gasping for breath after the kiss. "I love you, Nii-sama. I want you, too. Please... I don't want you to be sad... I love you." Closing his eyes, he leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to Seto's lips, drawing back after only a moment. Hopefully, it would be enough... because Mokuba wanted this, but more importantly, he wanted to make his brother happy.
“Mokuba…” Seto breathed, looking into Mokuba’s eyes and seeing the sincerity. He really truly believed what he was saying… But Seto knew…knew it was wrong…that it was his fault Mokuba didn’t know any better. He should have been able to control himself, but he… Hearing Mokuba say that… “Mokuba, I…I really do love you… In spite of this…madness.” He clenched his jaw and looked over his brother, flushed, breathless…incredibly arousing. It was terrible… But if Mokuba…if this was what Mokuba wanted… “This is entirely my fault. I don’t mean to hurt you, but I…” Seto paused, swallowing as he pushed open Mokuba’s vest and pulled up his shirt. “Mokuba…I love you.” Seto breathed, kissing his chest softly, caressing his skin with his hands, and finally giving in to what they both wanted so desperately.
Mokuba struggled out of his vest, trying his best to stay coherent but failing. He had never felt anything so overwhelmingly good... Just being so close to Seto, just feeling Seto touch him... it was all the Mokuba could ever have asked for and more. Seto kept talking about something in a guilty voice, but Mokuba was having trouble concentrating... still, he caught most of it, and forced his eyes to stay open a sliver. "Nii-sama--" he gasped, trying his best to voice his thoughts before he lost them entirely. "Feels-- so good... you could never hurt me..." Arching up against his brother, wanting to be even closer, he squeezed his eyes shut before forcing them open again for a second to meet Seto's eyes. "Please-- I love you, too, Nii-sama..."
Seto paused as Mokuba spoke, clenching his fist unconsciously at Mokuba’s side, not looking up from his brother’s soft skin. Hearing that…how could he…how could he stop now? This was clearly what they both wanted…what Seto knew he needed. It was wrong, but, in whose eyes? What did conventions matter, in the end? Seto placed a kiss on Mokuba’s stomach and met his eyes, holding his gaze for a moment as he unclasped his fist and moved it to Mokuba’s waist, pushing gently at the waistband. This was wrong, Seto reminded himself as he undid Mokuba’s fly, jaw clenched and breath held in anticipation, because Mokuba was still too young to know how this would affect him… But they…the two of them had been forced to grow up so much faster, did such rules even apply? Seto pressed his hand against Mokuba through his half undone pants and underwear and let out a low hiss of lust as his own heart rate began to accelerate. Pausing for only a few seconds, Seto hooked his hand on the elastic of Mokuba’s briefs and slid them along with his pants down from his waist and cast them aside. Seto took a few minutes, trying to steady his breathing, then leaned forward, trailing kisses down Mokuba’s stomach, slowing before taking Mokuba’s member into his mouth experimentally. Seto knew he could never hurt Mokuba. If things got out of hand, he would do whatever he could to take care of Mokuba, no matter what it took. He wanted this…Mokuba wanted this… They didn’t need anyone’s approval if they were both happy.
Inhaling sharply, Mokuba couldn't help himself, he rocked his hips up as he felt his brother's mouth on him. "Nii-sama--" he choked out, clutching at the couch beneath him and whining loudly. It just felt so good, so much better than anything he could have ever imagined... he wanted more. "Nii-sama... please..." he whined, squriming and arching up again.
Instinctually, Seto knew to move his tongue over and around Mokuba’s erection before he began slowly sliding Mokuba in and out of his mouth, carefully keeping his teeth from grazing him as he worked Mokuba’s member deep inside his mouth. He ran his tongue over Mokuba’s length, caressed his thigh lightly, closing his eyes and letting out a low contented moan; this was what he’d wanted all along, and Mokuba…making Mokuba this happy was amazing.
As Seto's moan vibrated against him, Mokuba couldn't help but let out a cry as well, entirely overwhelmed with the feeling. "Nii-sama-- It's-- It's good--!" he managed, writhing against the sofa, arching up again. The more it built, the less control Mokuba felt like he had... he had never experienced anything like this before, not even in his wildest dreams. The feeling itself was amazing, but the fact that it was Seto showing him such attention, Seto so close to him, touching him, Seto proving how much he loved him... that was enough to push Mokuba over the edge, and, though he tried to hold out, to keep the amazing feeling for as long as possible, soon, he was coming, crying out "Nii-sama!" at the top of his lungs before falling limp against the couch.
Seto’s reflex response caused him to jerk back reflexively, but he stifled his gag reflex, swallowing as much as he could and licking the rest, nearly gasping with his own need. “Mokuba,” Seto moaned huskily, wiping his face with his sleeve and sitting up to look down at Mokuba’s face. He swallowed, savoring Mokuba’s flavor, then leaned forward and caught his lips in a brief kiss, waiting for some kind of reaction.
Mokuba opened his eyes, smiling serenely up at Seto and reaching out, taking his brother's hand in his own. Leaning up, he whispered, "I love you, Nii-sama," into Seto's ear before falling back against the sofa, feeling entirely exhausted. His limbs felt as if they were made of gellatin, and really, what he wanted to do right now was take a nap... but only if Seto was there with him. But he didn't want to let Seto out of his sight, and so he kept his eyes open, smile still softly on his lips. "I'm really happy," he commented, hoping Seto was happy, too, before yawning. "But... I'm a little sleepy... Nii-sama..."
“That’s fine,” Seto murmured, pulling back and tracing his fingers over Mokuba’s exposed skin. “Of course… You can fall asleep.” He clenched his teeth slightly and sighed, furrowing his brow. He should have realized… But then again, Mokuba was only eleven… Seto rolled off of Mokuba on to the couch next to him and leaned back, dropping his head against the cushion. He ached badly…and Mokuba was still half naked in front of him, still tantalizingly arousing… Seto shifted slightly, his eyes still on Mokuba as his hand found its way to his fly.
"Thank you, Nii-sama," Mokuba murmured in reply, smiling at Seto for another moment before letting his eyes fall shut. His breathing was getting more even now, and he was comfortable; resting his head against the arm of the sofa, he closed his eyes and let himself drift off to sleep feeling happier and more contented than he could ever remember feeling before.
Seto heard Mokuba’s even breathing and knew he was asleep. Slowly, he slid down his overly-tight pants and gasped, pressing himself back against the couch. He look across Mokuba’s half naked body once more and felt the thrill run through him all over again as he remembered how Mokuba had sounded…how he’d made Mokuba sound. Seto squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip tightly, determined not to make a sound as his hand began moving rhythmically over his length.
Seto pushed himself to his feet clumsily and made his way back to his desk to grab a handful of tissue paper to clean himself up before he quickly fixed his pants and returned to Mokuba’s side. He could still taste Mokuba's flavor, and he sighed, kneeling once more and placing a soft kiss on his brother’s lips. Blushing stupidly, Seto cleaned Mokuba as well and redressed him carefully, then scooped him into his arms, pausing only to kiss him once again before carrying Mokuba to bed--Seto’s bed. He didn’t want them to be apart, not until he was certain the two of them had everything worked out.
Mokuba came slowly into consciousness to realize he was in someone's arms, and that he was in motion. The arms were warm, strong, and, Mokuba realized with a smile, belonging to his brother. Opening his eyes partway, Mokuba looked up at him for a moment before looking around. They were just moving out of the elevator, down the hall... to Seto's bedroom. His smile broadening, Mokuba put his arms around Seto's neck and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you, Nii-sama," he said softly as Seto set him down on the bed, climbing in beside him. Moving closer to his brother, Mokuba curled up, letting his eyes fall shut again and he sighed contentedly into Seto's chest. "I'm so happy... I love you," he murmured, already falling back into a comfortable sleep.
When Seto woke up, he knew exactly who the familiar warm weight in his arms was, and he embraced his brother, pulling him a little closer to his own body and sighing in comfortable contentment. He lay still for a little while, waiting for Mokuba to start to wake up, and let his mind wonder back to the previous evening. It was a little hard to believe that all of it had really happened; it was much closer to one of Seto’s recent recurrent fantasies than any sort of real outcome he could have expected, but then again, had it only been a dream, Seto didn’t think Mokuba would have fallen asleep so early…
Seto shook his head quickly, scolding himself for thinking of the matter so lightly; they still had things that needed to be worked out, and Seto wasn’t even sure if Mokuba understood the gravity of the situation…or the severity of Seto’s crippling obsession with him. Seto sighed into Mokuba’s hair and shifted so that he could look down at his brother’s face. What had he gotten Mokuba into? It was a disaster…he was obviously failing Mokuba as an older brother… And yet, even as Seto mentally condemned himself, he couldn’t help but think that things felt strangely right… At any rate, Seto felt emotionally and physically content; as long as Mokuba felt the same, than perhaps he could begin to accept things mentally, too. But if Mokuba showed even the slightest hesitation…then it was back to Seto’s original plan. Having satiated himself at least partially of his need for his brother, hopefully he could cut himself off now, if that was what Mokuba wanted. Resolved, Seto squeezed Mokuba lightly and gently placed a kiss on the back of his neck, waiting for him to wake.
Mokuba didn't want to wake up; he was far too content and comfortable how he was, and he was currently fighting the feeling that it was morning, that he ought to open his eyes. After all, the embrace he was currently in, the warm body pressed against his own... that had to be a dream... right? But then he felt a kiss against the back of his neck and, in confusion, finally gathered the will power to open his eyes. Rolling onto his back, he saw Seto looking back down on him, and, as if a fog had suddenly lifted, remembered the previous night. He couldn't help it, a smile spread across his face, and, leaing up, he kissed Seto lightly on the lips. "G'morning, Nii-sama," he greeted, blushing softly as the butterfly feeling in his stomach intensified, in a sort of comfortable, warm way. Love, he reminded himself, his smile widening, he and Seto were in love, and it was a good feeling.
“Mokuba,” Seto said sternly, though he could feel the slight tug at the corners of his lips that could only be a smile, “Are you all right?” Seto forced his expression to be somber and swallowed, hurrying to clarify. “Do you…do you know what…this means?” He knew he still wasn’t being clear, but it was difficult for him to find the right words, especially when his thoughts and feelings where so desperate. “Mokuba, I… Don’t let me push you into this. If this isn’t what you want…” He closed his eyes and sighed. “I just hope you’ve thought about this…”
"Nii-sama," Mokuba replied plainly, looking back up at Seto with the utmost sincerity, "It's okay. I'm old enough to understand, and I love you. Being with you like this... It makes me happy." Smiling, he reached up and touched Seto's face lightly, hoping he understood. "I'm all right, okay? So can you please be happy, too?"
“As long as you’re sure.” Seto nodded slightly, reaching up and taking Mokuba’s hand in his, meeting his eyes and taking in his perfect smile. Slowly, to give Mokuba time to pull away, Seto leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. Gaining confidence when Mokuba did not pull away, Seto released Mokuba’s hand and moved it to Mokuba’s face gently, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. Moments like these…they made it seem as though this…love for each other…might actually be able to last.
Mokuba leaned into the kiss, letting his eyes fall shut as he kissed back, happy that his brother was finally sounding as if he was happy. When they drew apart, he looked up into Seto's eyes, smiling sweetly. "You make me the happiest, Nii-sama... I want to make you happy, too. So just... just tell me what I can do to make you happy, okay?" Seto was always so worried, so stressed... Mokuba hoped that he could do something now to help.
“I am happy.” Seto affirmed, leaning back into the pillows and taking Mokuba with him. “As long as you’re all right with all of this.” Seto added, brushing his lips lightly across Mokuba’s cheek. “You don’t need to do anything,” Seto sighed contentedly. After all, it seemed as though Mokuba was always doing things for him. It was nice just like this…just sitting together. “Just stay like this…that’s enough.”
Mokuba grinned, snuggling comfortably into Seto's chest. "Of course I'll stay. I'll always stay with you, Nii-sama, for as long as you want me." He would, of course, do anything Seto asked of him, but he liked this. Right now, more than anything, he wanted to stay here, curled up in Seto's arms, forever.
