Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Grown Up Nice ❯ The Package ( Chapter 6 )

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 scenes, probably restraints later on, 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 Six: The Package

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Bakura woke later that day with long arms wrapped about him. It has been so long since anyone has held him like that. Turning around he looked took a good long look at the one who held him now. `Beautiful Anubis', he thought. `Oh, gods I hope he doesn't remember everything that I put him through from that dare years ago.'

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Flashback

"Seeing as how you made the dare and accepted the terms. You will be on your own Little Brother. I a trust Ryou to see to your well being and prevent that Tomb Robber from taking advantage of you," Seto turned around about to leave the small house belonging to the two white haired youths. "Mokuba has to be at school every day and time, understood."

"Of course. We wouldn't interfere with his education," Ryou said.

"Yeah, that's right the little blighter needs continue learning, so he won't make stupid bets like this," cackled the former Tomb Robber.

Bakura turned to look at the youth that was dropped off by his big brother. "Looks like your ready to go. Let's set you up in the guest room and you can change into the outfit you're going to wear in order to clean this house."

Mokuba blanched, `they're not going to...' and he found out. There on the bed was a maid's uniform, but the skirt was not short it was long. Everything was there that he needed. He sighed looking at the clothes. "Did my brother put you guys up to this?"

"Well he did provide the outfit for us." The Bakuras were laughing and Mokuba's glaring expression. A perfect imitation of his brother's icy cold glare, except that Mokuba's was clouded silver blue.

"Too bad kid, now we'll leave you to change into it. Plus there is another one that you have to wear at night, but we'll save that for later," Bakura said.

Changing his clothes he put on the maid's uniform and began his two weeks for the dare. He was running ragged a bit by the end of the first day.

Cleaning himself in the bathroom after the first day, he found the second outfit he was to wear. "What the hell?" he yelled out the door to his temporary bedroom.

"What's the matter kid? Backing out of the dare?" Bakura asked. He was leaning up against the wall. He received `the glare' as the door was shut in his face. "You have to come out wearing that or you will be punished. By the way just cuz there's a lock on your door don't forget I was a tomb robber and I still have those skills."

Mokuba was looking that outfit on the bed and sighed. It was a one PJ with feet, but it was fuzzy on the outside, cottony on the inside. It did look comfy, but it would also make him look like a soft plushie toy, a small dark hair puppy to be precise. The outfit even had a tail.

Mokuba put it on and was about to leave the room when the door opened. Bakura smiled at him. That confused Mokuba because Bakura never smiled unless it was evilly or smirking. "All right. I have my own toy now."

Bakura approached the boy in the fuzzy suit and picked him up like you would a child on the hip. That was all that he did. "Ryou asked if he could play with you, so I said yes."

Mokuba was not that young to not realize the double entendre of some of the things that were said in his presence, but he knew that Ryou would not do anything of that sort with him.

Bakura took him down the stairs to where Ryou was sitting in front of the TV, setting him down in front of Ryou facing the TV Ryou began to brush his hair. `Oh that kind of play,' Mokuba let him do what ever to his hair.

In the end it was braided single long and thick. A head band with ears was added as the finishing touch. Getting up to put the rest of the stuff away, Bakura snapped a couple of pictures to show Mokuba's big brother.

"You will wear your hair that way to school without the band," Bakura stated. "It has to stay that way, nice and neat or else." Picking up the tired boy he took back to his room and remove the tail and head band, but left the braid in as remainder.

Mokuba grabbed his wrist before he could leave and pulled the Tomb Robber into an innocent Good Night hug, saying it at the same time.

Mokuba was good at this dare, but there were still times when he received the punishment that Bakura promised him for misbehaving.

Mokuba did misbehave. Dye in the shampoos, mud in the underwear drawer, and fish oil in the shoes not enough to alert the smell to everyone, but enough for a ton of cats to follow you home one day.

Mokuba was a terror during that time. Bakura almost regretted taking on that dare and vowed never to do that to the kid again.

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Flash-forward

Now it was the kid's turn to be in charge. `I don't want to do anything like he did. Besides his punishment is way too fun, even if it was torture.' Bakura turned back to face their share room. He was going to have to ask his `master' to turn on his computer. He had some papers due on Monday to make up for the time that he was gone.

Surprisingly Bakura was a good student and passed everything with high marks at Oxford. He got up wanting to get dressed for the day, but his eyes landed on the parcel that came back from Egypt with him.

He wasn't allowed to open it, but he wanted to know what was inside. Sighing he turned away from it to put on some clothes, he only got as far as his underwear and pants.

He was now standing in front of it. It had a `This Side Up' arrow, which meant no tipping or flipping the thing over.

Mokuba was watching wondering if the Tomb Robber would actually open it without his permission. Bakura did something else entirely. He used Shadow Magic to find out what was inside, like an x-ray machine.

The Pharaoh however was very clever and he trapped the package to prevent tampering with Shadow Magic, however these two did not know that. So when Bakura expended a bit of magic in the direction of the package, that package exploded.

Bakura yelped and hit the ground while Mokuba ducked under the covers. "What the hell was that Pharaoh thinking?" he mumbled.

"What the hell were you thinking Tomb Robber?" yelled Mokuba. The smoke cleared and anything that was flammable disappeared. The room was smoky, dirty and dusty from the soot.

A shadow image of the Pharaoh appeared and started taking, "You stupid Tomb Robber, you destroyed the surprise that Mokuba had asked for just for you. Mokuba please call us, I want to hear from you about winning this round. Check the time." The image disappeared.

What was left on the desk were three small bottles of different colours. Mokuba looked around the room. "Clean up this mess and leave those alone till I call Yami, you idiot."

"You should have opened this as soon as I got here," Bakura said.

"You could have waited till I woke up," Mokuba returned. He got up and dressed, leaving the room to tell the others that had gathered in the hall that everything was all right.

A few of Mokuba's friends came into the room and saw that Bakura had indeed lost the bet with the dorm monitor because he was now stuck cleaning the room.

"We came to invite you out for the night Mo," Jackson asked.

Mokuba nodded and said, "I'd love to. I have call to place before I go though how about I see you front at 9pm. Where do you guys plan to go?"

"We were thinking of going to the CRIMSON PIT. Is he coming along?" they asked.

"No he is not. He has laundry and this mess to clean up. I will meet you guys there," Mokuba said. The others left, smirking, knowing that some details may be extracted at the `Pit'.

Picking up his cell phone to call Yami, he sat down on Bakura's bed because his own was a mess and watching the Tomb Robber clean up the room.

"Moshi, moshi Yami speaking."

"Yami, it's Mokuba."

"I was expecting your call, I felt the trap release. Sorry about the stuff," Yami said.

"That's all right, I knew that something like that would happen. What's with the bottles anyway?" he asked.

"Those are scented oils. They act exactly like lubricants, but their scent is such that they relax you and can increase your sexual stamina. I take it that those did not break."

"No they didn't. Oh the time was 4:37pm."

"The afternoon? How come? I thought that this would have happened in the morning," Yami curiously.

"Really Yami, did you honestly think that I would let him sleep in and go without some morning fun," Mokuba explained laughing at the sputtering on the other end. "Sounds like you lost Pharaoh."

"Yeah," Yami grumbled into the phone. "I gotta go. Did you want us to send that stuff again?"

"No that's quite all right. I think that I will be happy with what is here. Thanks again," he said hanging up the phone.

Bakura was just finishing up, when he felt eyes watching him. He looked up from his task, gulping he just turned around and continued till he was done.

Mokuba was still watching the Tomb Robber walk around the room trying to find more to clean. He smiled at these actions. It was as though Bakura didn't want to face him. "Are you going to continue going around in circles?" he asked.

Bakura sighed and came to stand in front of Mokuba. "I don't know what else to do."

"Well you're not coming with us, you have to do the laundry too," he said.

"I want to do my school work too." Biting his lower lip he asked, "Could you turn on my computer, please?" He really didn't want to ask, but he was in the wrong for doing what he did and he knew it. He still wasn't sure how to handle situations like this.

Mokuba looked at him, smirking because he had a pretty good idea of what was going through the Tomb Robber's mind, "I guess I could, but there will be a time limit. It will turn off at 1am and so will any lights you ask me to turn on before I leave. I will be leaving at 6pm, so you better decide how you want to be punished by the time I get back."

"You're strange you know that kid. First you say I have to do whatever you say, now you want me to come up with my own punishments."

Mokuba smirked at Bakura, "Let me explain this a bit to you. Punishment is that which you want most, but will be denied. You will tell me everything that you want most. Small or big doesn't matter. I want you to think about your desires; they could be anything from a simple date to a passionate make out session or even a detailed fantasy. Your good behavior will be rewarded, if I find that you deserve it, but you will be denied anything and everything, if you displease me."

Bakura thought about how simple this system was. "What about school?"

"Well during the week these games will be kept to a minimum because I intend to do well here. The weekends are another matter entirely. I don't have weekend classes, do you?"

"No."

"Then we will see how it goes. I refuse to burn out all our fun too early in your servitude, but for now." He pulled to other man to him and kissed him soundly on the mouth, running his tongue on the lower lip of the smaller man.

Demanding entrance and being given it. He took his time exploring the other's mouth, enjoys the sounds being generated from him. Withdrawing he moved to the jaw line trailing nips and licks to the ear, where he nibbled to his hearts content.

He found to his pleasure a spot just behind the ear that had the other gasping and groaning. He wanted to know if the other ear was just as sensitive, trailing fiery kisses just under the jaw he went towards the other ear and found to immense pleasure that there was.

Marking his way down the beautiful pale throat he attacked the collar bone and the juncture between the neck and shoulder.

Bakura was in heaven, `how did this kid learn so much.' He wanted to wrap his arms around the taller man and he wanted to run his hands every where. Most of all he wanted to be the one kissing Mokuba in those places that make your legs go to jelly.

Mokuba glanced at the clock. He stopped everything that he was doing to Bakura, sitting him down beside him on the bed and spoke the words to turn on the outlet to Bakura's computer. "What lights to you want on?" he asked.

"The bathroom, the desk and this one," he said pointing to the one on the shelf above his headboard. Mokuba glared at him until he said, "Please I would like those lights on."

Mokuba set the lights on the timers to completely turn off at 1am, except for the one above Bakura's head when he slept. "See you when I get back. Have at least one item at the beginning of your list ready for when I ask for it." he said leaving the poor Tomb Robber to sit there going nuts, trying to regulate his breathing back to normalcy.

Bakura wondered if he should take a shower now to relieve the erection he'd just gotten from being kissed. `Heh, he didn't say I couldn't take care of whatever crops up.' Bakura went into the bathroom to clean himself up. After all he did need a shower from the blackened sooty mess from the exploding package.

TBC...