Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Grown Up Nice ❯ Wanna add to the Bet? ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Grown Up Nice

Author: Lil Nezumi

Origins: Yu-Gi-Oh & AU

Pairing: Bakura & Mokuba

Disclaimer: Love the characters, but I don't own them. Enough said.

Warning 1: yaoi (boy/boy romance) and if you don't like it lump it and don't read this.

Warning 2: Ooops! This story includes LEMON scenes and mentions BDSM, in passing. Contains spanking scene, nothing hard-core. Not suitable for younger audiences, if you're easily offended or homophobic heed my words and LAY OFF. I only write because I want to.

A_Note: I always wanted to do an odd pairing like this. I've seen one once, but it wasn't fluffy. I like fluffy. This might not be all that fluffy, but it may contain sweetness.

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Chapter Two: Wanna add to the bet?

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Couple of months later

"Hey, Mo you have a call in the box," Jackson yelled down the hall.

Mokuba saved his work pissed that his train of thought was interrupted. Storming out of the room, he stalked down the hall to the payphone at the end.

Jackson was still there, looking like he wanted to hide. Everyone had learned that when Mo's door was shut not to interrupt because he was very unpleasant the rest of the next day.

"It's your roomie," he said covering the mouthpiece. "I didn't tell him your name, just that your called Mo," handing the phone to Mokuba.

Mokuba looked a bit startled but smirked and snarled into the phone, "Who the hell do you think you are to interrupt me while I was in the middle of something?"

Bakura shivered at the voice on the phone for a brief instant and returned showing no emotion, "No doubt you've heard of the ongoing dare." There was a long pause, he frowned it usually doesn't take this long to get a response.

He then did something he never did before and asked if the other person was still there. Mokuba knew this kind of ploy, "Of course. I am waiting to see what else you're going to say. If you weren't going to say anything in the two minutes, I was going to hang up."

Bakura frowned, "What game are you trying to play with me?" Ryou, Malik and Yami were listening to this end of the conversation. They were all curious now. Bakura was confused and they wanted to know what it was about.

Mokuba answered calmly, "I do not play games. Seems to me that you are the one playing T.R."

Bakura put the phone on speaker and said, "Well if you think your smart enough to figure out my name I'll include the months when I get back plus the holidays with the new semester, but you'll have to agree to that too, when you lose."

The phone began to echo in Mokuba's ears so he new that he was placed on a speakerphone. He was livid; he absolutely hated having other in the background listening. "How dare you put me on the speaker for everyone to listen in on this conversation? You pick up the phone properly or I'll rewire our room's entire outlets and switches so that they are voice activated by only one person, ME."

"You wouldn't dare."

"I know about your nighttime phobia. So don't think I won't. You'll be begging me to turn a light on for you. Don't make me repeat myself," Mokuba said.

"No. I don't believe you." There were noises in the back and words.

`Kura maybe you should do as he says', from Ryou.

`I'd like to see you beg,' from Malik.

`Don't push your luck, Bakura. This guy really sounds like he can do it', said Yami.

"I don't care. I don't believe him," Bakura shouted turning his voice in the direction of the phone.

"Very well then, you asked for it." Mokuba said hanging up the phone, smirking to himself. He had developed quite and audience on his side of the phone. He leaned against the wall and waited.

Bakura looked at phone incredulously. "He hung up!" The other three were looking at the phone too. No one has ever done that to the Tomb Robber.

Mokuba waited about 10 minutes when the phone sounded beside him. He let it ring three times before picking it up, "Mo speaking."

"You little brat. My brother and his lovers want to say something to you."

Mokuba smirked, "Put him on."

"Hello Mo this is Ryou."

"You have something to say."

"Uh...yes, since we witnessed the exchange we were wondering if you wanted to make an additional bet with him and us."

"What kind of bet?"

"Well, can you really do what you said? About the light and things."

"Of course. I never say anything like that unless I can follow through."

"Well then, we dared him that if begs you to even turn on one light for him that he had to be your slave for the remainder of the school year. Till it let's out for the summer."

"Isn't that what I'll be getting if I get his name right? Kinda pointless, include the summer and I'll think about it." Mokuba asked.

Yami, Malik and Ryou turned to look at Bakura, who said, "He's right. No one's guessed it yet. Deal. You can't figure out my name, anyway."

"Don't be too sure of that Bakura, baby," Mokuba said in a husky voice. "Now which one out there will witness this deal."

Bakura shuddered at the sensual tone of voice that Mo used when he said `baby'. `Ra, I think he knows what T.R. stands for.'

"We all will," Ryou said. Taking the phone off speaker he handed the phone to Yami.

"This is Yami. I want to know if you really know what T.R. stands for. We're off the speaker by the way."

"Yami, I can tell. Don't react or anything to what I'm about to say, it's me Mokuba. Wait till Bakura is on the plane to tell your lovers and I need a favour from you for my plan here. Tell me if you think it's too much."

"Sure. What do you need?" Yami asked, doing his damn best to control his expressions. His eyes widened, listening and then he smirked into the phone, and "Yes I'll see to that you know I think this is exactly what he needs. No it's not too much, you will be good for him that way."

Yami looked at Bakura relaying the conversation, "Your ongoing bet in the dorm is your own business, but Mo has made it clear that when he wins, outside of classes you are to be his and his alone.

You will be his pet, his toy, his whatever he wants you to be and you are to submit to his wishes and desires. If you beg him to turn on any light or appliance, it just lengthens the time of your submission till the end of summer. The begging is our bet to you and the lengthening of time is our dare. Do you accept?"

Bakura was visibly nervous now. His room said `when he wins' not if. He was never one to back down from something that he began ages ago. Taking the phone from Yami he said, "I accept."

Yami left the room to get the black collar that he hasn't worn in a long time. He returned to the room quickly with it. Not wanting to miss the expression on Bakura's face, he brought a camera for Malik to use.

Mokuba grinned like the devil, "When are you headed back?"

"I'm boarding the plane in two days," Bakura said. Watching Yami come back with the collar in his hands. "What's that for?" he asked Yami.

Yami smirked and said, "It's for you. Proof that you lost your dorm bet."

"I didn't lose the dorm bet, yet Yami. What kind of game are you playing Mo?" he yelled into the phone.

"I'm playing your game Tomb Robber Bakura," he laughed when the phone from the other end crashed to the floor.

Ryou picked up the phone, listening to the crowd on the other end and the laughter from Mokuba, "Don't worry Mo he will be wearing the collar. Will you be meeting him at the airport?"

`That laughter,' Ryou thought, `oddly familiar.'

"Jackson will be picking him up. I have to get back to my studies. Bye Ryou, say bye and thank to Yami for me." Hanging up the phone, he looked at everyone in the hall.

They were all gaping at him. Questions flying at him.

"Tomb Robber"

"What kind of name is that?"

"Is that what T.R. really stands for?"

"How did you know?"

On and on the questions peppered him, but Mokuba ignored them. He returned to his room and called his brother's lover Jou to courier some specialty electronics. He began the preparations of his room to alter the wiring.

TBC...