Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Eight Easy Steps ❯ Eight Easy Steps ( Chapter 1 )

Eight Easy Steps

~ How to stay paralyzed by fear of abandonment
How to defer to men in solvable predicaments
How to control someone to be a carbon copy of you
How to have that not work and have them run away from you~

Mokuba was sitting on the couch, listening to the "Daily News Report" with Seto. It was one of those hazy lazy days of summer where there was nothing to do, and a sort of special occasion because to make up for lost work, Seto had told an employee of his to do his work for a day, if he wanted to keep his job. He had decided to spend the day with his brother, but so far, the day had been so BORING. Seto tried to initiate some conversation.

"So, Mokuba, are you excited about high school?"

"Um, a little."

"That's good."

"It would be awesome if a certain someone would be there with me," Mokuba grumbled under his breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

Seto stared at his brother for a while, debating for himself for a long time before taking the plunge.

"Mokuba, I know something's up. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, oniisan."

"Please tell me; you know I don't like it when you keep things to yourself, especially when they are potentially hurtful."

"Look, there's nothing wrong. Even if there was -" he paused here- "you wouldn't be able to help."

Seto stared at Mokuba for a long while after he said that. He didn't want to drop it, but he knew his brother long enough to know that when he quite clearly didn't want help, he had to drop it, or face the silent treatment, which he couldn't bear.

~ How to keep people at arms length and never get to close
How to mistrust the ones who supposedly love you the most
How to pretend you're fine and don't need help from anyone
How to feel worthless so fast you're helping~

Mokuba was switching to one of the finest high schools in the country, Seikou* High. It was a haven for gifted children, and overall the school was very welcome and open, but out of his friends, only Otogi was going, and Otogi didn't like Mokuba very much anyway (something about stealing the hair color). To top it all off, the one person he could talk to, the one person who wouldn't make school boring, wasn't going. It's not that he could not have gone, but he couldn't afford the tuition.

"Look, Onii-san, I got to go… out… somewhere, for a while. Later."

"Mokuba, wait! You are not going out by yourself!"

"Stuff it, big brother. I'm going, that's that."

Mokuba slammed the door shut. Seto stared at the door for what seemed hours and hours. In a rage, he went into his room and began working. He didn't plan to come out until morning, and by that time he would be hypnotized by the faint buzz of the glowing laptop screen and an empty stomach save a bottle of spring water.

~ I'll teach you all this in 8 easy steps
In the course of a lifetime, I never forgot
I'll show you how to in 8 easy steps
I'll show you how leaderships were taught by the best ~

Mokuba walked around town for quite a while. He went into his favorite café and bought himself a black tea and a strong espresso. He had such a headache. Surprisingly, all because of that bleach blonde hair, tanned body, and pale violet eyes. Mokuba was thinking of him… Malik…

FLASHBACK

"Hey Mokuba. Are you ready to get your ass kicked in DDR today?"

"Yeah right you kiisama**. No way am I getting beaten."

Laughing the whole way, Malik and Mokuba raced over to the game and put the money in. Then the computer generated voice said… "Ready…GO!"

(A/n: I never played DDR in my life, but I've heard a lot about it and I'm not sure if that's how it goes, so don't flame, please!)

Some music came on, a song that both Malik and Mokuba were familiar with. It was a story of a young romance that was known never to work, but full of passion. The lilting sexy but beautiful music flooded Mokuba's ears, and he focused his attention on the game for a while. He was doing pretty well, until he saw Malik dancing. He had noticed before, but today it was just agonizing. His body was covered in a light sweat, and he danced gracefully to the music. `How did he learn to dance like that?' Mokuba wondered, but he forgot about it as he watched his sexy body. He danced so well, and it was turning him on…

"Mokuba? MOKUBA!!!"

"Wha… Huh?"

"Where were you, man? I destroyed you," said Malik, pointing to the scoreboard. It was true, Malik creamed him.

"Sorry, I must have floated off."

"What were you thinking of? Or rather, who…" Malik smirked. "That Alexis babe? She's pretty good. Hair, ass, curves- and what a rack! Double D or more, I'd say!"

"Her- blecch! Hell no!"

"I was just kidding. What are you acting so offended for, anyway?" Malik went over to a machine and bought himself a soda.

"Umm… Heh, good question. Can I talk to you outside?"

"Sure." Malik followed Mokuba outside, until they walked all the way to a secluded area in the park.

Mokuba was pale as death and trembling violently. He stared down at the ground, almost looking like he was pleading with the grass for help. He looked up slowly, only to be startled by concerned violet eyes.

"Are you okay?"

Mokuba took a deep breath and began.

"I'm really sorry I kept it from you for so long, I wanted to tell you, but I was too nervous and I hope you don't stop being my best friend and not talk to me or hang out with me or play videogames with me or…" He was stopped by a hand on his lips.

"Out with it. Now."

"Okay… Malik- I'm gay!" Mokuba started sobbing. His whole body shook and his being screamed anguish. He sank to the ground, looking beaten and worn. Malik stared at him in shock.

"You're going to hate me now, aren't you? You're going to tell me that you're not friends with fairies and fruits and walk away and never see me again." Oh, the pain in that tear- filled, broken voice! "Well, you can do it. Go ahead. I'm not mad. I'm ready. Do it." Mokuba stood up and looked Malik straight in the eye. "Do it! DO IT!" Mokuba's eyes were glazed over with hurt and anger. Finally Malik spoke.

"Mokuba, I don't care if you're gay. I really don't. Nothing has changed between us. Except if you count the fact that I'm bisexual."

"Oh my gods! You are? Really?!"

"Yeah." Mokuba looked at him skeptically.

"You're not just faking me out?"

"NO!"

"Okay." Mokuba was laughing. Malik enveloped him in a sudden hug. He whispered, "We'll always be best friends. Always…"

END FLASHBACK

"Always…" Mokuba repeated to himself. `He said we'd always be friends. But it's something else if you're in love with them. He won't. He likes Alexis. I know it.' A tear rolled down his cheek.

"Hey kid." The sultry voice made him look up. "Go for it."

"Mai? Is that you?!"

"Yeah. Anyways, just go for it. Don't knock it until you try it."

"Try what?"

"I know that look. You're in love, aren't you?"

"Yes, but…"

"No buts. They're not going to say yes or no if you don't ask."

"Thanks Mai."

"Anytime." Mokuba got up, left his pay on the table, and walked out just as it started to rain. `Just my luck…' He pulled his hood over his head, mind made up as he ran through the pouring drops to Malik's house.

~ How to hate women when you're supposed to be a feminist
How to play all highest when you're really a hypocrite
How to hate God when you're a player and a spiritualist
How to sabotage when you're in tough seas

I'll teach you all this in 8 easy steps
In the course of a lifetime, I never forgot
I'll show you how to in 8 easy steps
I'll show you how leaderships were taught by the best

I've been doing research for years
I've been practicing my ass off
I've been waiting my whole life for this moment, I swear to you
Culminating just to be this well versed leader before you~

Mokuba rapped on the door.

"Malik, open up!" he yelled. Malik looked up from his reading in surprise. Mokuba hadn't been to his house in months, since he told him he was going to a different high school. Hurriedly, Malik put down his reading glasses (A/n: KAWAII! Malik in glasses! ^^) and book.

"Mokuba, what's up?" he asked as he let a shivering cold Mokuba into the house.

"Hold the phone anyway- you're soaked!" Grabbing Mokuba, he led the stormy eyed boy upstairs.

"Here's a bathrobe; it's a bit big, but I don't think any of my other clothes will fit you."

Mokuba stared at Malik, a blush spreading all over his face.

"Um," he mumbled, "I don't want to."

"We've been naked in front of each other before. I just want to make sure you don't need help or something." As he spoke, Mokuba collapsed onto Malik's bed, trembling greatly. The cold had really gotten to him. Malik rushed over and helped him up, pulling off his coat and removing his shirt. As he started pulling at the zipper at his pants, Mokuba found that he could barely breathe. He gasped when Malik accidentally brushed his hand against his erection. Soon, Mokuba was left in only his boxers. Malik took his hand and made him sit on the bed. He sat down behind him and held him tight, wrapping his arms around Mokuba and pulling him into his lap.

"What…"

"I can warm you up faster this way. We're sharing body heat." There were no more words, explanations, anything, after that. They sat there for a while, and Mokuba secretly loved the feeling of Malik next to him, holding him close. Malik gave him a tight squeeze and stood up.

"Here's the robe."

They went downstairs and Malik made some coffee. He sat down with the mugs and curled up on the love seat next to Mokuba.

"What did you want to talk to me about?"

"Um… I just wanted to… talk to you about how you're doing." Mokuba laughed feebly.

"That's not the reason." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Mokuba gulped and tried again.

"I wanted to see my best friend."

"Nice try, but no cigar." Mokuba was desperate now. `Mai may have gotten me on my feet, but she didn't say how hard it was.' He thought. Finally, Mokuba sighed in defeat.

"I want to talk about us."

"What about us?"

"Our friendship… and stuff."

"Mokuba, I know you want to tell me something, but I'm not telepathic. I don't know what you're thinking unless you tell me what's up." Mokuba was silent for a minute. The rain pattered and thunder boomed outside. The wind was howling.

"Malik Ishtar, I… I love you."

"I love you too, man. You're my best friend."

"No, you don't get it!" Mokuba turned his grey eyes toward Malik, and grey met violet for a moment. "I LOVE you!" Malik sat there, stunned.

"You… you love me? Are you sure? I almost killed your friends at Battle City. I was psycho then. Your brother hates me, and you still love me?"

"Seto doesn't hate you, he just is still wary of you. And my so called "friends", they consider me a little kid now just because they're big adults and they don't hang with kids anymore. I love you because you like me for me, and because you respect me. You're my best friend, and you told me yourself: You'd always be my best friend. I love you so much. I know it's sick and wrong, and I know it's all over, but I understand."

Mokuba got up and started to go upstairs to get his clothes, but a hand stopped him.

"Malik, it's okay." He was faced with a blushing Malik at the foot of the stairs.

"Love you too…" Malik leaned in and kissed him. Mokuba froze in shock as he felt Malik's soft lips touch his, but soon blissfully gave into the kiss. It was like silk, but so much softer that it was beautifully delicious and hazily arousing. Malik could feel himself melting. It felt like both himself and Mokuba were two touching figures in a painting, swirling together in a state of love. Mokuba clung to Malik tighter and moaned. Malik licked his bottom lip, asking for entrance, and he gladly obliged, letting Malik's tongue explore the caverns of his mouth. Malik was falling- Mokuba's mouth tasted like cinnamon sugar with a hint of vanilla and apples-everything warm and sweet and comforting. Even though Mokuba was nervous, Malik coaxed his tongue to move with his. Malik tasted like exotic fruit. There were explosions of taste and juiciness in every inch of his mouth. It made him go absolutely wild. Malik drove them slowly backward until they hit the couch, where they collapsed making out, with Mokuba straddling Malik's lap.

The need for air arrived, and they surfaced, panting, with swollen lips.

"That was… indescribable." Mokuba whispered. `I had no idea that he could kiss like that… that I could kiss like that.' Eventually, their breathing went back to normal. Mokuba looked at his love, wondering what in the world he did to deserve him. He loved everything about Malik, and he would do anything for him. Malik felt the exact same and he wanted Mokuba to be there forever.

"You're so beautiful, babe. I want to be with you always. I don't know what I'd do without you. I want you, not just sexually but emotionally and spiritually. I don't know if you want to go further." Mokuba looked up. That endless horizon of sunset violet sparked everything he had in him. He loved him so much. Malik looked into the gray storm, just comfortable like that with his love in his lap. Mokuba felt a spark of lust rip through him, and boldly reached down to rub the bulge in Malik's pants, hearing Malik gasp and groan.

"I don't think this can wait, huh?" he asked with a smirk.

"If you don't want this, stop me now." Malik looked at him, and he could feel the lust radiating from the young Ishtar. The violet eyes darkened.

"Take me and love me, Malik koi***." That did it. Malik picked Mokuba up bridal style and took him upstairs to his room. Malik pinned him to the wall as soon as the door was locked, engaging Mokuba in a heavy, passionate kiss.

-LEMON! SCROLL DOWN IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT! I HAVE WARNED YOU!-

Mokuba moaned as they swirled their tongues together. Malik broke the kiss to push him towards the bed. Mokuba fell down on the satin burgundy sheets and found himself with one sexy Malik straddling him and trying to pull his shirt off. Once the offending garment was thrown to the floor, Malik went straight to his neck, kissing every inch and sucking on the hollow in his collarbone. Mokuba moaned, but it wasn't your everyday `unnngh' moan. It was something that told you a storm was coming, that it didn't want to but it was helpless to stop itself, something so contented and pleading it turned Malik every which way but off. The flames were steadily being fed and rose, along with his erection. Malik kissed down his chest until he came to his nipples. He pinched one lightly, but Mokuba stopped him.

"If you're going to pinch, DO it, god damnit!"

"What do you mean?"

"HARDER!" The word hit him full force. Mokuba wanted some pain. Malik pinched both nipples as hard as he could, and with his piano hands there was some strength there.

"AAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaHhhhh…" Mokuba moaned. His whole body felt like it was flooded in pleasure and drowned in pain. Now his skin was hypersensitive. Every touch would be heightened tenfold. Malik continued down his body, kissing every inch of smooth skin. Once again, Mokuba stopped him. He wanted to touch his love. He pushed Malik down and sucked hard on his nipples. Malik twisted and groaned, trying to push his nipple further into his mouth. After Mokuba switched to the other nipple, Malik gained control again. He went to Mokuba's stomach and sucked, nibbled, and bit every part of his stomach. Mokuba was drenched in sweat and shuddered with every movement of Malik's delicious mouth. He nibbled on Mokuba's bellybutton and dipped and swirled his tongue.

"P-please!" Mokuba moaned. He was harder than he ever remembered and wanted release. Malik took pity on him and stroked his erection. Mokuba moaned and shook; he could barely take it. Finally, Malik took off his boxers and ran his tongue around his inner thighs, every place except the one pleading to be touched.

"Tease." Mokuba whispered.

"Malik!"

"Alright. You've suffered enough." Malik leaned down and licked the tip of Mokuba's erection, making Mokuba hiss through his teeth and thrust his hips up. He swirled his tongue around the head, and pulled away. Mokuba groaned at the loss, and then screamed as a wet heat covered him. Malik had his whole erection in his mouth and sucked hard. Mokuba could feel it coming… and there was nothing to stop it. He was going to…

"Malik… I can't… hold…" Suddenly, Malik deep-throated him. That did it. Mokuba arched his back and came for all he was worth. His mouth was open in a silent scream. Mokuba's salty-sweetness flooded Malik's taste buds, and he milked him until the last drop. Malik liked his taste so much, he kept the member in his mouth, and worked him up to release again, and repeated this about 2 more times. By this time, Mokuba was exhausted. Malik, however, needed release, so he pushed his need for sleep aside. He took some lube from the nightstand, and prepared Malik. Malik was very surprised that he was doing this.

"Mokuba, shouldn't I be taking you?"

"Nah. I want to take you because I have yet to see you so helpless and wanton." Mokuba smirked.

"Are you sure you want this?"

"Yes. Take me Mokuba." Malik lubed up his erection and placed it at Malik's entrance.

"I love you koi." With that, Mokuba slid into Malik. Malik groaned at the invader, but forced himself to relax.

"Hey, Mokuba, I'm ready…Mokuba?" The one currently inside him was too wrapped up to reply. The heat was so intense and powerful, he could barely hold on. It was so tight!

"M-malik…I…" Mokuba came again inside Malik. That wasn't a problem, however, because he was hardening inside in seconds.

"Malik…!" He began thrusting slowly into him.

"Mmmm that's good…" Faster the rhythm commenced, and both of them were moaning in unison. Mokuba grabbed Malik's erection and pumped it in time with his thrusts. They both could feel the blood roaring in their ears and the closeness of the edge…

"MALIK!"

"MOKUBA!"

They came simultaneously, Malik's hitting Mokuba in his chest, and Mokuba's filling him to the overflow. They slowly spiraled back down, breathing heavily, sprawled together in a heap. Malik ran his fingers through Mokuba's hair.

"Mmmm… that was good."

"Yeah, but you know what's better?"

"What?"

"We don't have to get up early tomorrow!"

"Yeah… I love you Malik Ishtar."

"I love you Mokuba Kaiba… always."

"Always…" With that, the two lovers drifted off to sleep, to hope for a bright future together.

~I'll teach you all this in 8 easy steps
In the course of a lifetime, I never forgot
I'll show you how to in 8 easy steps
I'll show you how leaderships were taught by the best

How to lie to yourself and thereby to everyone else
How to keep smiling when you're thinking of killing yourself
How to know them all the too well by going with them
How to stay stuck in your life hating them

I'll teach you all this in 8 easy steps
In the course of a lifetime, I never forgot
I'll show you how to in 8 easy steps
I'll show you how leaderships were taught by the best~

Thank you! Lemon, as usual, was crapola. But that's okay! Um, review please! Song owned by Alanis Morrisette, not me! Thank you, goodnight! Oh yeah:

*- Exquisite

**-son of a bitch

***-love