Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Grown Up Nice ❯ Daring Consequences ( Chapter 3 )

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 Three: Daring Consequences

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Back in Egypt, Bakura was pissed. He lost the bet and now he had to live through what he made others do and not only that, but he had to Yami's infernal collar.

Yami took Ryou shopping the following day for a few specialty items that had Ryou blushing furiously. "Yami what is all this stuff for? I don't need those things."

Yami chuckled, "They not for you there for Bakura. Mo requested a these for Bakura and you about the same size as Bakura."

Ryou looked at Yami a little evilly, "Perhaps we should send a gift to Mo in order to provide him incentive to take good care of Bakura." Both of them had purchased everything that Mokuba had asked Yami to get and then some, as a gift. They parceled everything and prepared it to send with Bakura back to school.

Bakura himself was a bundle of nerves. He never in his entire life had to put up with this. He was worried about his roommate. `Who the hell was he? How in the hells did he figure out the T.R. stood for Tomb Robber.' His thoughts were whirling, some in fear, some in anticipation and some just plain confused. One thing was absolutely clear; he will never underestimate this roomie.

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Mokuba had received everything from Jou and had gained special dispensation from the Dean to re-wire his room, as long as an electrician inspected the changes and cleared them. The Dean made it very clear that it was all at Mokuba's on expense too.

Since Mokuba was in for 3 years of intensive study he agreed to it as long as he remained in that room for the duration and that Bakura was to be his only roommate, whether Bakura finished his education before he did or not.

The Dean was smart to agree, especially when an additional funding would be provided to keep the young Kaiba happy.

Now all that remained was Mokuba to acclimatize himself to the word and voice activated equipment in his room. Making sure that some of the sounds that might be produced from any possible encounters between himself and Bakura would not turn something on.

He smiled to himself and promptly fell asleep facing the wall.

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Jackson arrived at the airport to pick up Bakura. He heard an announcement for him to go to the parcel desk. "I'm Jay Ray Jackson," he said to the clerk behind the desk. Providing I.D. he was finally handed a parcel with an envelope addressed to him.

There was a note and another envelope within the one addressed to Bakura. The note simply said, `Make sure Bakura does not open the package and give him the other envelope.' Jackson just shrugged and went to find his ex-roomie.

"Jackson," Bakura said. "You're here, thank Ra. Get me home so I can sleep for a few years."

Jackson grinned used to T.R.'s strange method of swearing to a dead God, and said, "Here Tomb Robber this is for you, but you're not to open it yet."

Bakura groaned, "Does everyone know what T.R. stands for now?" Jackson nodded as they left the airport parking.

"How could they not? You called from the box. Anyway, when I met Mo I got the impression that he already knew, but I don't see how. If it's any consolation your roomie's quite a looker. Tall, dark and handsome fit him really well."

"Wake me when we get there," Bakura said and fell asleep. He was jolted awake when they got to the dorms. He was going on less then fours hours sleep and was irritated.

Stumbling as he walking he finally made it to his room. Jackson paused carrying the box for Bakura. He was smirking himself, "What's the matter? Worried, Mo's actually a very nice guy."

"Shut it, you," he said opening the door he walked in the room. Nothing had really changed much in the room. He bed was against the wall and the desks were back to back like a mock participation in the room. His computer was still there and his side was still clean.

He glanced around the room and saw that his roommate was facing the wall, so he couldn't see his face. The lamp on the desk was lit, that was the only light on in the room.

`Like I'm going to make this easy for him', he flicked to the switch to turn on the overhead light, but his hand swiped into a void. Looking for the switch he realized it wasn't there.

"Oy, T.R. could you go in please, this box isn't exactly light." Bakura moved over to his bed and dropped his stuff on it. Jackson followed with the box in his arms and placed it at the foot of Mo's bed.

Mokuba sensing the weight of something turned his head to see that Jackson had placed a parcel at his feet. Grinning he winked and he nodded once to Jackson. Yawning he returned back to the wall in order to go back to sleep.

Jackson left the two to make their acquaintance. Chuckling to himself. `Bakura no longer has the upper hand,' he thought.

Bakura glared at the back of his roommate. `Well I will not ask him to turn on any more lights, hn?' asking was not begging and he smirked `That will be my way around that'.

He went to the washroom to freshen up, but there was no longer any light switch in the bathroom either. "Shit." He came out of the washroom, went over a touched Mokuba's shoulder. "Could you please turn the light on in the bathroom? I'd like to freshen up after the long trip."

Mokuba smiled his half-sleep, "Main bathroom light on," he said in a sleepy voice. The light of the bathroom came on to Bakura's dismay.

"Shit," was what he muttered under his breath turning around to go into the bathroom. He didn't get very far when a hand grabbed his collar.

"You will thank me or it will be turned off," Mokuba said. He had half turned and reached out, thank the Gods his arms are long or he might have missed.

"If you think...," Bakura started to say. He paused thinking about it, he didn't want to wash up in the dark and finally said, "Thank you."

Bakura's collar was released and he quickly turned to see the face of his roomie but Mokuba turned back into his pillow, apparently going back to sleep.

Bakura was relieved. Changing he settled down to sleep till morning, ignoring the light that were on. He was used to lights being on while he slept.

Mokuba on the other was now awake, staring at the wall, listening to Bakura's movements and when Bakura fell asleep he knew that the lights would remain on if he didn't turn them off. "Main bathroom light off," he said going back to sleep.

Mokuba woke up the next morning before the sun came up. `This will be an interesting Saturday', he thought. After he finished his morning shower, drying his hair to a mostly shaggy look, he kept his towel around his lower half.

He sat on the edge Bakura's bed and using his fingers his fiddled with Yami's old collar. His fingers traced the edge of it on both sides feathering touches that never felt like they were really there. "Hey baby. It's time for you to wake up and take a shower," he said in a sultry voice.

Bakura's eyes opened to a vision he had never thought to see. Leaning over him was a dark god, like Anubis, shaggy black hair still moist from the morning shower, a tanned well toned torso and a not overly muscled body made for touching and worshipping.

He had no control over his eyes, they continued to wander down, noticing just the towel with promises hidden within the folds, he blushed, `BLUSHED, What the fuck?' he thought.

His eyes sharply returned to the face looking down at him, the gray-blue eyes were sharp and piercing, reminding Bakura of someone from his past that he couldn't place and the mouth. `Oh Ra that mouth looks delicious,' blushing again at the place his thoughts took him, he looked away a little embarrassed.

Mokuba smirked at the sight of the big bad Tomb Robber blushing. He knew that he looked good, lots of people had told him. "Go take your shower now, before I turn off the lights," he said, planting a tiny peck the Tomb Robber's cheek, startling him. He moved up off the bed, making his way to his side of the room.

Bakura touched his cheek with his fingertip, looking over he knew that Jackson was right `Tall, dark and handsome' did fit him. He stretched and was about to stand when his roomie let his towel drop, exposing his firm and tanned backside.

Bakura's mouth opened gaping like a fish out of water, the sight causing him mouth to literally fill with drool and he was disappointed when those beautiful globes disappeared under a pair of silk boxers. He let a small groan escape from his mouth, causing Mokuba to turn sharply in his direction and glower in the semblance of being upset.

Mokuba turned around, looking Bakura directly in the eyes and pointed to the bathroom, then crossed his arms waiting the Bakura to comply.

Bakura got up quickly from his bed and `almost' scurried into the bathroom. "Shit," he mumbled, `did I upset him by looking at him or because I didn't come in here when he told me to?' he thought. `What the hell am I thinking?' Silently, hoping that it was not because he was looking because he wanted to continue to be able to look.

While Bakura was in the washroom, Mokuba got dressed in his normal jeans and long-sleeved striped soccer shirt. He shook his head at the thoughts that Bakura produced in his head. He looked at the parcel that he requested from Yami.

He saw that the Tomb Robber was not curious enough to open it. He will eventually.

TBC...