Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Family By Choice ❯ chapter6 ( Chapter 6 )

Family By Choice

by Dragondreamer & Yami Dragon

Disclaimer: We don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! If we did, the boys would be running around naked all the time and we'd never get ANY work done.

Warning: This story contains shouenen-ai (guy/guy relationships) and yaoi (guys having sex with guys). It also contains coarse language and violence. If you don't like it, or become offended by such things, take off already!

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT YAOI (MALE/MALE SEX)! IF YOU DON'T LIKE TO READ ABOUT TWO MEN GETTING INTAMATE WITH EACH OTHER, LEAVE NOW!!

Note: /…/ Tristan's thoughts

[…] Joey's thoughts

{…} Seto's thoughts

[[…]]Yami's thought and mind link to Yugi

//…// Yugi's thoughts and mind link to Yami

{{…}} Otogi's thoughts

*…* Mokuba's thoughts

`yak, yak' Sadie's(AI) voice

~*~*~*~*~

DD: Sorry it took so long to get this chappie out guys, but our husband's in the hospital, and we've been going nuts.

YD: But you're getting TWO lemons here, so that should make up for it.

Joey: Don't forget the Otogi angst.

DD: Oh, yeah! That too!

Otogi: Great.

~*~*~*~*~

Seto woke to notice that Tristan had left the bedside lamp on, something he was prone to doing. Typical of a guy who, most nights, fell asleep with a book in his hands.

He lay quietly, watching the other man sleep. Tristan looked five years younger when he slept, the stress he seemed to constantly carry with him washed from his features.

Seto frowned, remembering the feeling of panic that had come from Tristan when they had found out who the maid had been talking to. Becket had disappeared on them just before Bakura had come up with the information on Rita Adams, and even the white haired man hadn't been able to find him.

And now he was back.

Tristan thought that Becket had something to do with the break-in at his house. It made sense. Becket had always hated Tristan and when Seto fired him and handed his job to Tristan, it only made it worse.

They had stopped the maid from leaving, questioning her with some very interesting results. She was Becket's niece. She had been instructed to call her uncle with ANY information she could get, however trivial.

Seto had to send Tristan from the room at that point, afraid his friend would lose his temper and do something stupid.

He had frightened the woman into agreeing to collect information for him instead. All it had taken was a threat of jail time for breaking her contract. Seto knew that wasn't possible, but she didn't, and she fell right into his trap. So he sent her back to the city with instructions to wait for Bakura to get in contact with her.

Hopefully something would come of it.

"What are you staring at?"

Seto nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of Tristan's voice. "Not funny!"

Tristan snickered, opening his eyes. "Nice to be able to get the drop on YOU once in a while."

Seto rolled his eyes.

"You're thinking heavy thoughts, pal." Tristan said, reaching out. "What time is it?"

Seto allowed Tristan to pull him close, laying his head against the larger man's chest with a sigh. "Three o'clock. I just can't help wondering what the hell Becket's up to."

"Seto…" Tristan sounded scolding. "Have you been awake all night?"

"No. I fell asleep just after you did. I just woke up." Seto grinned up at his friend. "You're the insomniac in the family."

"Yeah, right." Tristan retorted. "Nine times out of ten YOU'RE the reason for it."

Seto's grin widened as he moved back, his hands reaching out to lightly caress Tristan's stomach. "Well, we're both awake now."

Tristan raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"I want you." Seto's hand drifted lower.

Tristan bit back a moan. "And we all know what ever Seto Kaiba wants, Seto Kaiba gets."

"He most certainly does." Seto leaned up, kissing Tristan's pulse point.

Tristan let his hands roam over the other man's body, feeling himself rapidly becoming aroused. One hand came up to cradle the back of Seto's head and he drew him closer, their lips meeting. This time the moan did escape as Seto plunged his tongue into Tristan's mouth. They broke apart quickly, the need for each other outweighing all else.

"Now." Tristan pulled Seto on top of him.

Seto moved between Tristan's spread legs and pushed in slowly, groaning at the feeling. Preparation wasn't necessary; they had done this only a few hours ago.

Once he was completely embedded inside the other brunet, Seto laid his head on Tristan's chest, his hands clutching at broad shoulders. He sighed deeply as Tristan's legs wrapped around his own and strong arms came up to hold him. They lay there, joined, body and soul, letting the now familiar feeling of completion seep through their bond.

"Feels so good." Seto whispered.

"It does." Tristan turned his head, kissing Seto's brow. "I could stay like this all night."

"Not me." Seto replied and, not lifting his head, he began to move slightly, shivering as Tristan immediately moved with him. "Tris…"

Tristan began to thrust up harder, wanting Seto deeper. Seto complied, pushing himself up on his hands, bracing them on either side of Tristan's body.

Their eyes locked, hazel and blue slowly leaching to the opposite color.

They moved together, time having no meaning, until they felt the tension coiling. Sweat began to pour from their bodies and Tristan cried out as Seto suddenly struck his prostate.

"Seto…please!"

Seto wrapped his hand around the other man's erection, pumping him hard. "Come on, Tris."

It was seconds away, they could both feel it. Tristan moaned deeply, feeling Seto release inside him, triggering his own climax. Seto collapsed on top of Tristan with a small sob, nuzzling into him as the bigger man's arms came around him again.

{Love you.}

/Love you too./ Tristan began stroking Seto's hair gently. /Go to sleep./

Seto nodded and, not even withdrawing from the man beneath him, tumbled into sleep.

~*~*~*~*~

Mokuba looked at his digital alarm clock for what must have been the twentieth time that night.

Three o'clock.

He had told Joey, when the blond came to ask if he wanted to go out with Yugi and Yami, that he wasn't hungry. Once everyone had left, he had gone down to the kitchen for something to eat.

Odette had been there and had made him a light supper. She knew Mokuba was upset, but hadn't said anything, and her comforting, silent presence had made the teen feel better.

After eating, he had returned to his room, trying to distract himself with the computer, but it hadn't helped. He had finally given up and gone to bed, only to lay tossing and turning.

Mokuba turned over on his back, sighing. *I still can't figure out why she wanted to be with me. We've been together for eight months. Not once did she actually tell me she loved me. Not that I said it to her either…I was waiting for her to say it. And I wasn't sure, really, if I did.*

Staring up at the ceiling, his entire relationship with Becky replayed itself in his mind. There was one common thread. Money. All the times he had taken her out to expensive restaurants…the clothes and jewelry he had bought her…and he'd given money to her mother HOW many times for groceries and bills?

She knew Mokuba was rich in his own right.

Two years ago, Seto had given his brother half a million dollars and told him to invest it, curious to see what he would do. Twenty four months later, Mokuba was a multi-millionaire all on his own, without the Kaiba fortune. He seemed to have a talent for investing his money. He knew when to take risks and when to let a supposed golden opportunity pass by. Hell, he could live off the profits of his least productive investment for the rest of his life.

She had only wanted him because he was rich.

*That's what it was all about. She wrapped me around her finger…tried to get me to separate myself from my family. All so she could live the easy life.*

A few tears slipped down his face.

All his life he had stood at a distance, afraid to get too close to anyone because he thought they only wanted to be his friend because of his money. Or Seto's. Seto was lucky. He had friends who didn't care that he was rich. Tristan certainly hadn't when they first became friends. And because of that, Seto and Mokuba had found themselves with a family that would love them and stick by them no matter what.

*Roger's like that. Like Tristan. He doesn't care about my money. He's always been my friend. And now he says he loves me. Do I believe him?*

He thought about what Joey had said about Becky coercing him into sleeping with her, and how he had asked if Roger had.

*Roger wouldn't have forced me into anything. Somehow, I just KNOW it. I don't think he would have gone any further even if I had begged him to. I know him. He's my best friend. I do believe him. I know he loves me. I saw it in his eyes when I kissed him today. But do I love him? I don't know. I don't know what that kind of love feels like. I know what it looks like. I'm surrounded by it. The look in Seto's eyes when he looks at Yami or Yugi. The way Tristan and Joey look at each other. You can SEE it. But how does it FEEL?*

Mokuba glanced at the clock again. It was after four and he had a test tomorrow. He burrowed into the covers and tried to shut the questions out of his mind.

His last coherent thought was that he was going to get Roger alone tomorrow and talk to him. He didn't want to keep what happened with Becky from him. He could only hope that Joey was right; that Roger would forgive him.

~*~*~*~*~

The ringing of the phone woke Joey.

It took him a minute to remember where he was and he reached across Otogi to answer it. Glancing at the clock, he noticed it was three in the morning. He could feel the heat pounding off Otogi's body as he leaned over and he frowned when the raven haired man didn't stir.

"Hello?"

"Joseph."

"Sensei? What are you doing, calling so late? Or early…whatever."

"To tell you that you must double the feverfew and let it steep for fifteen minutes instead of ten in order to bring Otogi's fever down."

"He's burning up pretty bad." Joey placed his hand on the other man's face, wincing at how hot he was. "Maybe I should take him to the hospital."

"It will not be necessary, Joseph. And you did promise him you would not tell anyone of his injuries, did you not?"

Joey shook his head. Otogi was kidding himself if he thought he could keep anything from his grandfather. "Yeah. I did."

"Do not worry, my friend. It is nothing you cannot handle. No matter what he says."

"What do you mean by that?" Joey looked down at Otogi. The other man lay in an unnatural quiet, burning with fever. "What who says?"

"Go now. Prepare what you need. He will be much better in the morning."

"Umm…okay." Joey bit his lip, confused. "Thanks, sensei."

"Do not tell him I called. It is important to him to keep the illusion of privacy."

"I won't. G'bye." Joey hung up the phone and leaned back, his eyes going to Otogi's pale face.

He stood up from the bed, pulling the covers more closely around Otogi. He leaned down and brushed the sick man's forehead with his lips.

"I'll be right back, buddy." He whispered.

He was back shortly with the required medicine, which he placed on the bedside table. He sat down and reached out to Otogi, shaking his shoulder.

"Come on, Otogi. Wake up." He frowned when he got no response. "Otogi?"

He sat up against the headboard and pulled Otogi into his arms. He settled the other man against his chest and began to stroke his face. Otogi mumbled something and shifted against him.

"Wake up, man. We've got to get some more medicine into you."

Otogi shifted against the blond again, his hands coming up to weakly grip the arms holding him. "….Tristan…"

"It's me, Otogi. It's Joey."

"….Tristan…love you…please…..Joey…I need you…"

[Damn.] Joey shifted his friend into a more upright position. "Open your eyes, Otogi."

Emerald orb fluttered open, fever glazed. "Joey?"

"Hey, bud." Joey smiled at him. "Glad to see you're still with me."

"I want to be with you, Joey." A hot hand caressed the blond's cheek. "I love you."

[He's delirious.] Joey reached over and picked up the mug. "You need to take this. It'll make you feel better."

"I feel better already." Otogi tipped his head back and kissed Joey's neck. "Where's Tristan? Is he here? I want him to be here too."

"He's not here. It's just us." Joey was trying to keep a handle on himself. "Come on, drink up."

Otogi leaned forward as Joey placed the cup to his lips, drinking from it. When he was done, he leaned back against Joey's chest with a sigh, looking up at him.

"Joey?" He asked suddenly. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Umm…sure. I guess." [Gods, please don't let it be something difficult.]

"Do you love me?"

[Oh, shit.] "Of course I love you. You're my friend."

Otogi shook his head. "Not like that. The way you love Tristan. Joey…do you think Tristan loves me? Where is he? Is he getting here soon? I need to tell him, Joey. I'm sick of hiding it from you guys. I want to be with you. Both of you."

"Otogi…you don't know what you're saying. It's the fever talking." Joey shifted them so they were lying down. "Go back to sleep. Come morning, you won't even remember what you said."

"Yes, I will." Otogi said adamantly, clutching Joey's shirt. "Please, Joey…I need you. I need Tristan. Can't you love me? Why can't anyone love me that way? Is there something wrong with me?"

"There's nothing wrong with you." Joey brushed the black hair back from Otogi's sweat beaded brow. "Come on. Go to sleep."

"Don't you want me, Joey?" Otogi pressed himself against the blond. "I want you. I want you to make love to me. I want to feel you inside me. Please, Joey…"

"Stop." Joey grabbed Otogi's wandering hands. "Don't do this."

"Where's Tristan? Why isn't he here? Joey…I want Tristan to be here. I want him to take me…gods, Joey…I want him so much."

"Please, Otogi…" Tears filled Joey eyes. "Please…stop it. You don't mean what you're saying."

"I do." Otogi kissed Joey gently on the cheek. "Every word. I love you. I love Tristan. I want to be with you."

"No." Joey shook his head in denial. "You don't. Otogi…you're sick. You have no idea what you're saying."

"Please, Joey." Otogi tipped his face up. "Kiss me."

[Otogi…I want to…but I can't. Not again.] He pulled Otogi against him, holding him gently. [You don't understand. I love Tristan. I have feelings for you…I do. But I love Tristan.]

He bent his head, softly brushing their lips together. "Sleep now."

Otogi smiled and snuggled into Joey's arms, closing his eyes.

[I know you won't remember this in the morning. Part of me is relieved, but the other part of me wishes you would.] Joey stroked his fingers through the tangled black hair. [Maybe I should talk to Tris. I know he cares about Otogi too. Maybe not that way, but considering his relationship with Seto…I knew before Tris and I got married that I cared about Otogi this way. I just didn't want to see it. I don't know what to do.]

Now was not the time to have such a conversation with Tristan. Not after everything that had happened recently. And Joey knew Otogi wouldn't remember what he had said when he woke.

Joey lay, looking at Otogi, knowing he wasn't going to sleep again tonight. There were too many confusing thoughts chasing each other in his head.

His heart clenched as he gently kissed Otogi's lips. [Goodnight.]

~*~*~*~*~

Tristan and Seto arrived home to find the mansion quiet.

"Sadie," Seto said. "Where is everyone?"

`Justin and Lexi with Odette in the yard, Matthew is with Claudine, and Yami and Yugi are in Matthew's bedroom.'

"Let's go check and see what Yami and Yugi are doing." Seto said to Tristan, heading for the stairs.

Tristan followed the taller brunet. "How's Matthew settling with Claudine?"

"Really well. She loves him to death."

As the two men approached Matthew's bedroom, they could hear Yami and Yugi talking.

"Yami, it doesn't go in that way!"

"Yes it does. See? This is the only place it can possibly go in."

"If you shove it in that way, it'll NEVER come out. Then Seto'll be REALLY upset."

"I'm telling you, Aibou, I KNOW what I'm doing!"

"Like hell…OUCH! YAMI! Watch where you're poking that thing! It's sharp!"

"You're just jealous because mine's longer than yours."

"You wish."

"Damn it, Aibou. It's stuck!"

"I told you…OW! Yami!"

Seto and Tristan exchanged a look, not sure if they wanted to know what the two men in the room were doing. Seto shrugged and reached for the doorknob. Tristan hung back, ready to bolt if he saw something that was going to scar him for life.

The door opened to reveal the two look-a-likes sitting on the floor, pieces of Matthew's newly bought crib strewn around them. They each had a screwdriver in their hand and identical confused looks on their faces.

"It's okay, Tris." Seto said. "You can open your eyes now."

Yami and Yugi jumped at the sound of their husband's voice.

"Seto!" Yugi pouted. "What are you doing here?!"

"Looks like I'm about to save you from getting hurt."

"But we wanted to surprise you." The pout grew.

"Yugi," Seto drew Yugi up from the floor. "We have people to do these types of things, you know."

"But where would the fun be in that?" Yami asked, standing.

Seto rolled his eyes and kissed them both.

"You guys don't look like you were having much luck." Tristan commented.

"The Japanese instructions are missing." Yami said, picking up a sheet of paper and handing it to Tristan. "These are in French."

Tristan took the paper, trying to read it.

"You're holding it sideways, shit head." Seto took it from him.

"Bite me."

"Why don't you two let me and Mr. Fix-it here see what we can do?" Seto said to his husbands.

"Listen, you, just because I prefer to do things myself…" Tristan began.

"Whatever." Seto interrupted him with a grin. "Let's put this thing together."

Tristan shook his head and took Yugi's screwdriver from him. "Tell me again WHY I put up with you?"

Seto tossed the instructions over his shoulder. "How hard can it be? It's a crib."

~*~*~*~*~

"Hey, Sadie," Joey came in to find the mansion next to deserted. "Where is everyone?"

`Yami and Yugi are outside with the children and Seto and Tristan are in Matthew's bedroom.'

"Oh, okay. Thanks."

`You're welcome, Joey.'

Joey headed upstairs to find Tristan. He wanted to talk to him about what Otogi had said last night. As he had predicted, Otogi didn't remember what he had said. At least, Joey didn't think he did. The dark haired man hadn't said anything.

He stopped outside the bedroom door, his hand on the doorknob. [Maybe I should just forget about it. He probably didn't mean any of it. Don't rock the boat, Joey.]

"Damn it, Seto! It doesn't fit!"

"If you'd hold still, I could get it in."

Joey raised an eyebrow.

"For someone with as much technical knowledge crammed into his head…one would think this'd be EASY for you."

"Please. I don't need technical information to do this."

"Hey! Watch where you're putting that thing! You almost poked my eye out with it!"

"Oh, don't be such a baby."

"Listen, Seto, if you don't watch it…geeze! Quit whipping that thing around!"

"Shut up and give me your hand. I can't hold this on my own. It's too heavy. Not like that, bonehead! ABOVE my hand. Got it?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, pull!"

"Seto…that doesn't feel right…it's crooked."

"It is not! Your end's not tight enough."

"It is so! Gods, man…you're so damned incompetent sometimes."

"I am not!"

"Seto, if you try to pound it in like that, it's gonna break off."

"It didn't break off the last time I tried."

Joey grinned. [This I GOTTA see!]

"Hey! I found the instructions!" Tristan yelled triumphantly as Joey opened the door.

Joey burst out laughing at the sight of Tristan and Seto kneeling on the floor, struggling to put together a crib.

"Joey!" Tristan spun around. "What's so funny?"

Joey held his sides, doubled over laughing. "You guys should have heard yourselves! I hope none of the servants heard you!"

Tristan stood as Joey wiped the tears from his eyes, still laughing. He went to his husband, looking for a kiss. What he got was Joey collapsing against him, breaking into fresh laughter.

"Oh, gods!" Joey wheezed, clinging to Tristan.

"How come you're here?" Tristan asked, holding the blond up. "Don't you have to go out to the clinic?"

"Yeah, but not until this afternoon." Joey brought himself under control…with great difficulty. "I thought I'd try to catch a few hours sleep. I was up with Otogi all night."

"Why?" Seto asked, his eyes on the instructions.

Joey looked up at Tristan to see concern in the hazel eyes. "He's sick."

"Is he okay?" The concern was in Tristan's voice too.

"He'll be okay." Joey stifled a yawn. "His fever broke about six this morning. I'm going to stop over on the way home from work to make sure he's had something to eat."

"You look exhausted, baby." Tristan kissed Joey's forehead. "Want me to tuck you in?"

Joey smiled. "I'd like that."

"Back in a minute, pal." Tristan said, slipping an arm around Joey and leading him from the room.

"Yeah." Seto replied absently, still trying to make sense of the instructions. "These are worse than a frigging atom bomb manual."

~*~*~*~*~

Roger waited until the teacher's back was turned to hand a note to Mokuba.

Mokuba unfolded the paper, reading the message.

Everything okay?

You seem upset.

Mokuba quickly scribbled a reply and handed it back. Roger raised an eyebrow as he read it.

I really need to talk to you.

He looked over at the other boy, noticing the worry in the slate colored eyes. He nodded.

"Pens down." The teacher said. "Pass your tests forward and sit quietly until the bell rings."

Roger rolled his eyes. Their history teacher was such a bitch.

Mokuba glanced at Roger out of the corner of his eye. *Damn. How come I never noticed before how good he looks in his uniform?*

Roger turned to the student behind him to take the test papers and pass them forward. He leaned back in his chair, tucking his hair behind his ear, giving Mokuba a clear view of his profile. He turned his head, pale blue eyes meeting Mokuba's, and smiled. Mokuba blushed and turned away.

*Gods, he's beautiful.*

The bell rang and Mokuba practically jumped from his chair, grabbing his backpack. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he spun around.

"What's wrong, Mo?" Roger asked, sounding worried. "You're awfully pale, and you look like you didn't sleep last night."

Mokuba shook his head. "I didn't."

"You wanted to talk?"

"Not here. It's lunch period. Can we...can go somewhere private?" Mokuba bit his lip. "There's something I need to tell you."

Roger frowned. "You really look like hell, man. Listen...why don't we cut the rest of the day and go to my place?"

"I...I need to call Jeff. Seto'd get really mad if I left school on my own."

"So call him." Roger took Mokuba's arm and drew him out of the classroom. "He can drop us off at my place and then come back and get you when you're ready to go home."

Mokuba nodded and headed for his locker to get his phone. He called his driver and then stuffed his bag into his locker. He could have cared less about the fact that he had a ton of homework. School was the last thing on is mind right now.

Roger came up to him, also empty-handed. "Ready to go?"

"Yes." Mokuba reached for Roger's hand, lacing their fingers together.

Roger's eyes widened and he looked down at their joined hands, but said nothing.

The two dark haired teens ignored the curious looks they were getting from their fellow students as they exited the building.

~*~*~*~*~

Otogi lay in bed, struggling not to wake up.

He turned over the intention of snuggling into the warm body that had lain next to him all night.

His eyes snapped open. Joey was gone.

As his thoughts reassembled themselves, he remembered that Joey had woken him earlier to tell him he had to leave. He also remembered that the blond had said he would be back after work to check on him.

Otogi hauled himself out of bed with a sigh, noticing that it was a lot easier than it had been. He pulled off his tee shirt gingerly, wincing in pain. The cuts on his body were still red, but they didn't look infected anymore.

He walked slowly to the bathroom, trying to recall exactly what had happened since Joey had arrived yesterday.

He remembered Joey arriving…remembered Joey getting mad at him for something. The next thing he remembered was being in the bathroom with Joey having a flashback. What had caused it, Otogi wasn't sure, but he knew it had something to do with Joey's father.

The pain of Joey putting him in the bathtub had fully shocked him to his senses. He could recall in detail the discussion that followed.

The last clear recollection he had was Joey saying that he didn't think any less of him for what he had willingly gone through at Dan's hands. And then…

Otogi leaned against the bathroom sink, staring at his reflection. {{I wish what I remember happening after was more than a fever induced hallucination. It felt so real. Gods. I can still feel his lips. They were so soft, so gentle. And it felt good. Better than anything I've ever felt before.}}

Otogi rubbed a hand over his jaw and opened the medicine cabinet, taking out his razor. He shut the door and stared at himself again.

{{Wishful thinking, Otogi. Joey would never do that...any more than Tristan would. They love each other. Not you. No one loves you that way. You're not worth it. You never have been.}} He looked at the razor in his hand. {{How easy it would be...a few moments of pain, that's all. I like pain. Then I wouldn't have to feel my heart break every time I look at them.}}

The razor fell into the sink with a clatter and Otogi backed away, not stopping until his back hit the wall.

{{What am I thinking?!}} He looked at himself in the mirror again, his eyes wide and scared. {{This is what Tristan meant. When I told him that no one was worth ending your life over. He said that if I'd never been in love I could never understand. I understand now.}}

He went back to the sink and picked the razor up, setting it with great care on the countertop.

{{I'm not going to do it. It would only hurt the people who care me. I know Tristan and Joey care about me. Just not the way I want them to. What I wouldn't give…Joey, Tristan, Lexi…I'd give anything to be able to call them my family.}}

Otogi shook his head with a sigh, moving to turn on the shower. {{Wishful thinking, Otogi.}}

~*~*~*~*~

Mokuba shed his jacket and kicked off his shoes, following Roger into the kitchen.

"Want something to drink?" Roger asked.

"A soda, I guess."

Roger grabbed two cans of soda and led the way upstairs to his bedroom. He tossed one of the drinks to Mokuba and threw himself down on the bed.

Mokuba perched on the edge of the bed, avoiding Roger's questioning glance. He was rapidly losing his nerve.

"You said there was something you wanted to tell me." Roger took Mokuba's unopened soda from him and put it on the bedside table with his own. "Do you still want to talk?"

*Gods, he's always giving me a way out. Well, this time I'm not going to take it.* Mokuba nodded. "It's…it's about Becky."

Roger frowned. "What happened? She did something to upset you, didn't she?"

Mokuba blinked in surprise at the tone of Roger's voice. He sounded angry and his hands were clenched into fists as he sat up on the bed. If he was mad already, how would he react when Mokuba told him that he slept with her?

"I…I can't…" Mokuba stood up.

"Wait…Mo…" Roger stood as well, his hands going to the other teen's shoulders. "I'm sorry. It's just…you've been so upset today. I can't tell you're hurting about something. It just really hurts me to see you like this."

Mokuba turned around, looking into the worried blue eyes. He bit his lip, wanting to talk, but afraid to.

"Let me ask you this then." Roger said. "You know I love you, right? And you know that no matter what else happens we'll always be best friends. I want to be with you, but if that's not what you want, then I'll learn to live with it."

Mokuba nodded.

"Then why are you so afraid?" Roger's hands left the other's shoulders, encircling his waist.

Mokuba's bottom lip trembled and he wrapped his arms around Roger, burying his face in the silky, black hair. "I don't want to lose you."

"You're not going to lose me." Roger replied, feeling his heart rate double at the almost-admission.

Mokuba clutched the other boy tighter, afraid to let go. "I slept with Becky."

The hand that had been caressing the shaggy locks stilled. "What?"

"I'm sorry!" Mokuba began sobbing. "I-I…Roger, please…please don't be mad at me!"

"Mad at you?!" Roger pried Mokuba's arms from their death grip on his body and pushed him back. "Why would I be mad at you?!"

"You…you told me n-not to do anything…stupid. And I did! It was the stupidest th-thing I've ever done!"

"Come here." Roger sat down on the bed and pulled Mokuba down next to him. "Why would you think I would hate you?"

Mokuba wiped the tears from his face and looked at Roger with desolate eyes, his voice ragged and torn. "It should have been you."

Ice blue eyes widened. "Me?"

"At least you love me." Mokuba whispered miserably. "Tristan told me I should feel something for the first person I slept with…but all I feel for her anymore is…gods, Roger. I feel like she forced me into it."

Roger grasped Mokuba's chin between his thumb and forefinger, tipping his face up and looking into his eyes. "Tell me what happened."

Mokuba told him what happened…the things she had said, how she had goaded him into it, and how she had laughed at him. And worse, how, when it was over, he had felt used and sick and angry with himself.

"Oh, Mokuba." Roger drew the other teen close, holding him. "She's stupid if she can't realize what she's thrown away. She used you. And in my mind, what she did was no better than rape."

"That's what it feels like." Mokuba shivered. "I'm so sorry, Roger. Forgive me…please?"

"Hey." Roger leaned in and kissed Mokuba gently on the cheek. "There's nothing to forgive."

"Then you're not mad at me?"

"Mokuba…I love you." Roger said seriously. "I'd forgive you anything. I don't know what else to do to make you realize that."

"Make love to me."

"Make…Mokuba!" Roger pushed away. "I can't!"

"But…you love me." Mokuba began to reach out to him, but let his hands drop. "I want to know what it's supposed to be like."

"No." Roger shook his head. "I won't. I won't let you use me the way she used you."

"What?! Why would you say something like that?!"

"Mokuba…" Roger ran a hand through his hair. "I love you…but I have too much respect for myself to make love to you if you don't feel the same way. When I got up the guts to tell you that I loved you, I made a promise to myself. I swore that I wouldn't go to bed with ANYONE who didn't love me ever again."

"But…didn't you hear what I said?" Mokuba bit his lip.

"What are you talking about?"

"When I told you that Tristan said I should feel something for the first person I slept with. Well, I want you to be the first GUY I sleep with." Mokuba looked down at his hands. "Roger…I love you."

Minutes ticked by in silence and Mokuba finally risked a glance at the other teen. Roger had a stunned look on his face.

"Rog…" Mokuba took his hands. "Please say something."

"Do…do you mean it?" Roger searched the grey eyes, looking for the truth.

"Yes." Mokuba fought back the tears. "I knew it when I was with her. I think that maybe that's why I couldn't…you know…it was you I wanted to be with. Not her."

"Mokuba…" Roger's hands came up to clasp the other's face. "I've waited so long to hear you say that."

"You have? How long?"

"Over two years." Roger admitted. "I've loved you for so long, Mo."

"Oh, Roger…" Mokuba pulled Roger close, taking his lips in a deep kiss.

Roger's hands sank deep into the shaggy raven locks and he moaned softly. He sought control and found it quickly given. He tenderly dominated the boy in his arms, and felt him shiver.

Roger pulled back, looking into slate colored eyes quickly clouding with need. "Mokuba, are you sure you want this?"

"Yes. I do." Mokuba was rapidly becoming lost in the fire and ice gaze of his soon to be lover. "Please, Roger…"

Roger tipped Mokuba's head back and began to trail hot kisses along his neck. Heat began to pound through his body as Mokuba whimpered. He held back, fighting the urge to rip the clothes from the other's body.

He felt Mokuba undoing the buttons on his shirt and he pulled back, smiling gently into the blushing face. He stood up, drawing Mokuba with him and pulled his shirt off. Roger took Mokuba's hands in his and placed them against the bare skin of his chest.

"Tell me how you want this to be." Roger said, stroking Mokuba's face.

"I-I don't know. I just know I want you."

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes." Mokuba nodded.

Roger leaned in, brushing his lips briefly against Mokuba's. "Let me show you, Mo. Let me show you what real love looks like."

Mokuba's lower lip trembled and tears spilled from his eyes.

"Shh…baby." Roger kissed the wet trails away. "It's okay."

"I love you." Mokuba whispered.

"I love you too, Mokuba Kaiba." Roger said. "With all my heart."

A bone deep shudder ran through Mokuba's slight frame as Roger began to draw the clothes from both their bodies, gentle kisses and vows of love punctuating his actions.

"Gods…you're so beautiful." Roger's voice was husky as the pale eyes took in his love's naked form for the first time.

Mokuba bit his lip, nervous eyes avoiding Roger's as he allowed the other to lead him over to the bed and lay him down. Roger lay down next to him, seeing Mokuba's eyelids lowered, his long lashes dark smudges on pale cheeks.

"Mokuba?"

Mokuba didn't look up, didn't open his eyes, and Roger could feel him shivering. He gathered Mokuba into his arms and held him close. He pushed Mokuba's face up with a finger under his chin and claimed his lips in a reassuring kiss. He ran his hand down the other's side to his hip, lightly caressing.

Mokuba gasped into the kiss becoming more aroused with each passing second. He tore his lips from Roger's with a hiss, throwing his head back as he struggled for air.

"Mo…gods." Roger moaned at the sight, burying his lips in the exposed flesh of the other boy's neck.

Pleasure exploded through Mokuba's body, making him bold. His fingers tangled in Roger's silky hair, tugging.

"Roger…wait."

"What's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing. I just…I was wondering…can…can I do to you what you did to me the other day?" Mokuba asked, blushing.

Roger blinked in surprise. "If you want to."

"I do." Mokuba pushed Roger over onto his back. "I've been dreaming about what it would be like to do that to you."

Not giving the other a chance to comment further, Mokuba leaned over him and kissed him quickly before moving down the lean chest. He soon found himself at his destination. He grasped the hardened shaft in his hand, gently squeezing. Roger moaned, causing a bolt of heat to envelope Mokuba's entire body.

He bent his head, licking delicately at the head of the other's erection. This earned him another loud moan. He began to lick Roger's arousal, long sweeping strokes of his tongue, from base to tip.

"Oh, gods...Mokuba." Roger's hands found their way into the shaggy raven tresses and he fought not to thrust up.

"Does it feel good?" Mokuba whispered.

"Yes." Came the sobbed reply.

Mokuba took his lover's length into his mouth, lightly sucking.

It wasn't entirely without knowledge that he was doing this. Not too long ago, he had passed by the control room, on is way to the music studio to get his guitar, when he had heard noises coming from behind the locked door. He could hear his brother and Yugi inside, and it had been obvious what they were doing. What had gotten him curious, however, was the extra set of voices and the cheesy music.

He had gone back down that night after everyone had gone to bed and hacked into the computer to see what they had been watching. He hadn't left the control room until almost dawn, with an entirely new education.

That knowledge came into play now as he made Roger writhe beneath him. It felt so right, what he was doing, and Roger's ragged breaths and pleading whines made him want the other more with each passing second.

"Mokuba...so close...please...stop." Roger begged.

Mokuba released him, looking up. "I don't want to. I want to give you the same pleasure you gave me. Please, Roger..."

Roger looked into those slate colored eyes he had fallen in love with so long ago and nodded.

Mokuba lowered his head again, wrapping his lips around the head of the other teen's erection and stabbing his tongue into the weeping slit. Roger cried out and thrust up, burying himself in the hot mouth that surrounded him, climaxing.

As the salt/bitter fluid filled his mouth, Mokuba pulled back, the last of Roger's release hitting him in the face. He raised his hand to wipe it off and Roger stopped him, grabbing his wrist.

Roger drew Mokuba to him, pulling him down until they were chest to chest. He dug his hands into Mokuba's hair and leaned up, licking his seed from his lover's face.

Mokuba shivered, bracing his hands on Roger's shoulders. "Oh, gods, Rog..."

Roger took Mokuba's lips hungrily, feeling himself becoming aroused again as the grey eyed teen responded with equal passion.

"Do you want me?" Roger asked, still breathing hard.

"So much it hurts." Mokuba replied, looking deeply into the pale eyes.

Roger wrapped his arms around Mokuba, rolling them over and trapping him beneath his lithe body. "I love you so much, Mo."

"Take me." Mokuba arched up against him. "Please, Roger. Love me like I know you've been wanting to."

Roger sobbed softly, laying his head on Mokuba' chest and just holding him.

Mokuba stroked his fingers through the other boy's silken hair, watching as it slipped between his fingers. His entire body was burning with need, but he wasn't going to rush this. If Roger needed to hold him, so be it.

"Are you sure, Mo?" Roger asked quietly. "Are you REALLY sure you want to do this?"

"There's nothing I want more." Mokuba said. "If you want it, so do I."

Roger lifted his head, revealing ice blue eyes full of tears. "I do. Mokuba...I've wanted this for so long. I feel like I've loved you forever."

"Show me." Mokuba whispered, his hands coming up to cup Roger's face as he brushed their lips together. "Show me how much you want me."

Roger pulled Mokuba's hands from his face, kissing the backs of his fingers. He moved off the boy below him, reaching for a bottle of hand cream on his bedside table. He laid it on the bed within easy reach and turned his attention back to Mokuba.

He moved down slightly, leaning over him to take a nipple into his mouth, gently teasing it with his teeth. Mokuba whimpered, arching his back and trying to get closer, his earlier intention of taking it slow flying out the window as desire flared out of control.

"Roger...please...I...I don't think I can wait much longer!" Mokuba pleaded. "I need you...PLEASE!"

Roger reached for the cream, popping it open and pouring some into his hand. He could see how desperate Mokuba was...he was feeling it himself. There would be time to take it at a more leisurely pace in the future. But not now.

He distracted Mokuba with a deep kiss as he positioned his hand between his lover's parted legs. He traced the tip of one lotion covered finger over Mokuba's enterance, causing the grey eyed boy to squirm against him. He pushed through the tight barrier, not stopping until his finger was completely buried inside the other.

Mokuba whimpered, shifting and pulling out of the kiss.

"Does it hurt?" Roger asked, concerned.

Mokuba shook his head. "Not really. Can't you...can't you just take me?"

"If I do, it'll hurt too much. You won't enjoy it." Roger replied, looking down into the blushing face. "I want it to be good for you, Mokuba."

Mokuba's face reddened even more as he felt Roger's finger moving slowly in and out of his body. It was a little uncomfortable, but it didn't really hurt. He was nervous. He wished he had thought to talk to Joey more about this.

"Don't be scared, babe." Roger said. "Just let me do this, okay?"

Mokuba nodded, lifting his head up to kiss Roger.

Roger kissed him back, slipping his tongue into the other's mouth to explore as he slid in another finger. Mokuba tensed momentarily, but then relaxed; quickly catching on to the fact that it wouldn't hurt as much if he did.

The blue eyed boy continued to prepare his lover as gently as possible. He was worried that he would hurt him. The last thing he wanted was to cause Mokuba pain.

Mokuba gasped as Roger's fingers brushed something inside him that made light flash behind his closed lids.

Breaking the kiss, Roger smiled at him. "Do you like that?"

"Y-Yes." Mokuba stammered.

He screamed as Roger did it again and everything went white as the most intense pleasure he had ever experienced rocked him to his core. He opened his eyes to discover he had climaxed and Roger was grinning at him. Embarrassment flashed through him and he blushed profusely.

"I'm sorry! Oh, gods...Roger..."

"Shh, Mo. It's okay." Roger removed his hand and swung his body over Mokuba's. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about."

Mokuba bit his lip, waiting for Roger to start laughing at him...the way Becky had when the exact opposite had happened.

Instead of laughter, what he got was a warm tongue trailing through the fluid covering his stomach and a deep, pleasure-filled groan from Roger.

"You taste so good." Roger whispered before moving up to take possession of Mokuba's lips.

Mokuba whimpered, tasting himself on the other's tongue, and he instinctively wrapped his legs around Roger's waist.

Roger pulled back from plundering his lover's mouth and looked into his eyes as he positioned himself. "Try to relax. It won't hurt as much if you do."

Mokuba nodded, and then completely forgot to when he felt Roger's erection press into him. He cried out in pain, clutching at the other boy's shoulders.

"Mokuba...I'm sorry..." Roger began to withdraw.

"No!" Mokuba thrust up against him, burying him to the hilt.

Roger felt his heart shatter as Mokuba cried out again, tears escaping his eyes to flow down his face. He leaned down and kissed them away, staring into his love's face, waiting for some sign that he was okay.

"Baby?" Roger said softly when Mokuba didn't open his eyes after several minutes. "Are you okay?"

Slate grey eyes slowly opened, looking pain glazed still. "Is it supposed to hurt that much?"

"It is your first time, Mo. And you tensed up." Roger replied. "Does it still hurt?"

"It's not so bad now."

"Do you want me to move?"

Mokuba forced the tension from his body and nodded. A small hiss escaped him as Roger began to move on him. It burned slightly, but it was no where near as bad as it had been.

"Oh, Mokuba." Roger moaned. "Gods, you're so tight...feels so good, baby."

It did feel good. Mokuba could feel the pleasure seeping through the pain and soon the discomfort was gone completely.

"Roger...Roger, please..." Mokuba begged.

"Tell me what you want, baby."

"I don't...don't know."

Roger thrust harder, making Mokuba scream again, this time with pleasure. "Is that what you want?"

"YES!" Mokuba pushed up against his lover. "Yes! Oh, gods!"

"Mokuba…baby…so beautiful." Roger leaned down to kiss him again.

Mokuba's head reeled with the feelings, both emotional and physical, that the other was engendering in him. What he had experienced with Becky could never have come close to this.

*This is what it means…when you love, it's so much better.* The thought slid along the edge of his consciousness.

He could feel his release approaching, stealing up on him. "Roger…I think I'm…" A loud moan burst from him as he felt himself getting closer to the edge. "Oh, gods…Roger…"

Roger saw it in his love's eyes and he wrapped his fingers around Mokuba's arousal, stroking him. "Come on. Come, baby."

"R-Roger…I-I love you."

"I love you, Mokuba. Please…come for me."

Mokuba thrust up one final time, screaming his lover's name and spilling himself over Roger's hand and onto his stomach. Roger groaned as Mokuba's inner walls contracted around his pulsing member. He fell from the edge with a low moan, collapsing on Mokuba's chest.

Just as his breathing was beginning to return to normal, Roger felt Mokuba's chest heave and a sob came from the taller boy. Roger lifted his head, seeing tears flowing unchecked down Mokuba's face.

"No. Oh, gods, Mokuba, no." Roger withdrew, moving off the other's body. "I hurt you. I'm so sorry! Oh, baby, I'm so sorry!"

Mokuba shook his head and buried his face in Roger's sweat covered chest. "No, that's not it. I'm okay."

"Then what's wrong?" Roger asked, his arms coming up to cradle the crying teen. "Tell me what I did wrong."

"You didn't do anything wrong. It's just…" Mokuba trailed off, feeling a little foolish.

"Just what?"

"I love you. And you love me."

Roger smiled, suddenly understanding. "I do love you. Always."

Mokuba lifted his head, smiling up at his lover. "Always, huh?"

Roger nodded and kissed Mokuba on the top of the head. "I've waited so long for this day, Mo. To hear you say that you love me…to know that you mean it."

"I mean it with all my heart, love." Mokuba stroked Roger's cheek. "I don't care what anyone else thinks."

"Us against the world, baby." Roger grinned. "But somehow I don't think your family's gonna mind all that much."

"Mmmm…" Mokuba lay his head back down, feeling his eyelids getting heavy. "Probably not."

Roger combed his fingers through Mokuba's hair, feeling the other teen's body relax against his own as he fell asleep. "I'll protect you, Mo. I know your life's not easy, but don't worry. I won't let anyone hurt you. I promise."

~*~*~*~*~

Seto: *growls*

Mokuba: *hides behind Tristan*

Joey: Let's all calm down.

YD: *bounces* Go me!!

DD: I get the distinct impression Seto's gonna lose it when he finds out.

Tris: No kidding.

YD: We'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible.