Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Grown Up Nice ❯ Home for the Holidays ( Chapter 8 )

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. May contain spanking scenes, probably restraints, nothing too 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 Eight: Home for the Holidays

Citrus Within

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Mokuba was looking at the emails he's been receiving from his brother, from Katsuya and from Yugi. They all wanted him to go home for the Christmas and New Year's Holidays. He was smiling thinking of the snow and fun.

Arms wrapped around him and he felt a kiss land on his neck, causing him to rumble softly in his throat. "Kura-chan," he said.

"Master," Bakura chuckled in his ear. "What are you reading?" he asked kissing near the ear.

The attention was turning on Mokuba. He turned around in his chair to face his love. "Emails from my brother and his loves, about Christmas," he said.

Bakura frowned, "They want you to go home, ne?"

Mokuba nodded, "I promised them that I would go home during my vacations. Why do you ask?"

"It will get boring here without you," he said.

Mokuba frowned, "Don't you go to visit the others in Egypt?"

"I do, but I never stay for the full vacation. I can only stand wandering about the old place, if they've dug up something new. Other then that they tend to be absorbed with each other," he explained.

"Well how about you visit them like you normally do and then come to Domino. You could spend the rest of the holiday with me. I know what you mean by the others being wrapped up in them. My brother is like that with Katsuya and Yugi," he said.

"You'd want me to be there?" Bakura asked.

"You're mine, of course I'd want you to be there. In fact given any choice I wouldn't allow you to go to Egypt." Mokuba wrapped his arms and kissed Bakura soundly removing the gaping expression from him.

Bakura smiled into the kiss and opened up to allow his master to explore the soft inner tunnel of his mouth. They were both panting breathlessly like high school kids. Mokuba was running one hand up the Tomb Robber's shirt and the other was rubbing his ass.

Kura was purring with the attention. He felt both hands grip him tighter, the one hand pinched one nipple to hardness and moved to do the same to the other. Another hand was gripping his ass roughly and lifting him to make him sit on his master's lap.

Bakura complied, straddling Mokuba and sitting on him close, but not close enough that their growing erections made contact. He kept his hands on the back of the chair and on each side of Mokuba's head.

Mokuba was guiding him and he didn't mind. Mokuba stopped playing with him and placed his arms on the armrests, waiting. He sometimes gave Bakura the chance to lead the foreplay and Bakura never forgot the few times that he wasn't quick enough to take the chance.

`Pure sexy torture,' he thought remembering. `Not this time my Anubis.' He began by slowly petting Mokuba's hair, running his fingers through it and his fingers came forward from the back of his neck, his thumbs tracing the jaw.

He leaned in and began licking, kissing and nipping the areas that his hands traced, leading his mouth to explore. His explorations caused Mokuba to moan and groan rumbling deep in the back of his throat.

Mokuba's hips twitched for minor contact with the other. Minor is what he got. Kura knew the best distance to be to tease. He knew that Mokuba wanted to be teased. He kissed the boy turned man, hard on the mouth bringing their bodies flush with one another, causing the both of them to moan.

Mokuba placed his hands on Kura's hips and just rested them there. Bakura's hands were up Mokuba's shirt seeking the sensitive areas that he had discovered over the time they traveled and were together during some of their weekends spent in historical research.

Removing his shirt and then removing Mokuba's he continued using his hands and mouth in an exploration combo. Mokuba was whimpering and grinding into Bakura now.

His own hands were gently petting Bakura's back and front. He brought his own mouth into play and latched onto one of the Tomb Robber's nipples sucking at it. His other hand was working the other nipple twisting and rubbing the little nub.

Bakura was working both of Mokuba's nipples with his hands. Then he did something that he knew would turn the tables on him. He did it once before and now he did it again causing the pink nipples to become rigid. He used his thumbs and middle fingers to flick them hard.

Mokuba felt what the Tomb Robber did because sharp heated pain settled in his chest and his penis hardened even more. He smirked and nipping the one nipple between his teeth with a hard pinch and flicked the other just like Bakura did to him, except he did it several times.

He removed his mouth and administered the same punishment to the other nipple and then began to do so continuously with both hands, until Bakura cried out from the sweet pain. Both of his nipples cherry red and would be sensitive for a day or two later.

Mokuba grabbed Bakura's wrists in one hand and grabbed Kura's chin forcing him to look him in the eye. Bakura was trying to be the picture of innocence and to be honest there was a few times he could pull it off, but not when his eyes were gleaming with mischief.

"You want to play my pet?" he asked. His voice dripped with mock displeasure and his eyes furrowed. Just the sound of his voice and that tone could make Bakura squirm in place. Pulling Bakura closer his said it again, this time lowering his voice and saying it in his ears.

Bakura was squirming, grinding into his master's groin, some more and he knew that he had to answer. "Yes master," he said.

"Yes master, what?"

"Yes master. Please I want to play," he begged. He hated begging for it, but he knew that this was what his actions would lead to. Honestly, he hated begging for sex, but he loved begging for it too.

"Very well, remove the remainder of your clothes, go lock the door and bring me the red bottle."

The red bottle contained that specialized oil. It was powerful stuff. One drop on any exposed body part then the area was affected by a tingling heat that intensified with friction. They usually diluted it as per the instructions that Yami had written in his letter.

Bakura was back into front of him with the bottle in his hands. Mokuba had used that stuff at full potency a couple of times on the cheeks of his thief's ass, after having spanked them.

Those were intense sessions, the results of those was such that tears welled in Bakura's eyes every time he sat down, his face flushed slightly embarrassed because it showed and he lost his voice. It was the only evidence for the dorm to know that `kink' was going on between the two roomies.

Mokuba removed the top and watched Bakura concentrate on his actions. Mokuba decided to go easy on him. He diluted the stuff with the glass of water on his desk. He then took the water and pours it into the mister bottle that they had found perfect for spreading the diluted oil.

"Close your eyes and here," he said holding his shirt to Kura's face. He began misting the Tomb Robber's body. He watched as the cold water splashed on him making Bakura shiver a bit. Once the mist covered the Tomb Robber, Mokuba began to run his hand up and down Bakura's arms and legs.

Bakura's arms and legs began to tingle. Mokuba was working on his back. Bakura still had Mokuba's shirt in front of his face. He was enjoying the smell of it.

Mokuba remained standing behind him and rubbed the misted oil on the Tomb Robber's front. Catching the sensitized nipples in his fingers, he played with them while grinding his covered erection between the heated cheeks of the smaller man in front of him.

Mokuba ground into the backside until he was no longer comfortable. Removing he shirt from the Thief's hands he guided those hands to the sides of the robber. Turning him around he forced Bakura to watch as removed his pants and underwear.

Mokuba walked away to return the red bottle to its original place and he pulled the blue bottle down. It was the largest one of the three and this one had oil you could apply without dilution. It kept the penis hard for longer if applied on the scrotum and the penile base.

He brought it to show Bakura that he might plan on using it. Bakura's eyes widened, they rarely used that stuff because they could go for a long time without cumming and it ate away at their study time.

"Do you have exams waiting for you tomorrow?" Mokuba asked.

Bakura's face dropped, "Yes I do."

Mokuba shrugged and said, "I don't." Bakura knew that Mokuba wouldn't use it tonight. "You know if you come home with me for the holidays we could use this stuff," he said with his eyes glowing.

Bakura kneeled in front of Mokuba looking up, "Please let me go to Egypt. I know what to get your brother and his lovers for Christmas." His gaze fell on the bottle in Mokuba's hands.

Mokuba smirked, "I think that would be a wonderful idea." He placed the bottle on his desk. "I plan to use it at least once before I go home," he warned Bakura.

Mokuba ran his thumb across Bakura's lips and using his other he opened Bakura's mouth. The Tomb Robber looked in his lover's eyes licking the pre-cum from the tip of Mokuba's erection. Mokuba allowed Bakura to brace himself as he began to slowly thrust into the waiting mouth. He took it easy on him.

He thrust only a few times before lifting him to the bed to run his hands all over the Tomb Robber's body once more. The oil from the red bottle was still there and as his hands were moving up and down Bakura was writhing from the sensation. He whimpered and groaned every time Mokuba hit a sensitive area and concentrated on it.

The red stuff was great and it doesn't stop tingling until you shower it off. Rolling him onto his stomach Mokuba concentrated on the rounded ass in the air and on the sweet little pucker under his fingers.

Lubing his hands he prepped Kura just enough to enter, but not enough for him to be comfortable. Adding lube to his erection he entered the tightness with one swift hard thrust. Pausing only for half a moment Mokuba began riding his thief aiming for the bundle of nerves mercilessly.

It took only a couple of moments before Bakura was begging for release. "Mmm...aster, ppp...uhn...lease," he begged. "Please....my Anubis....ple..hunh..please...I..n..nn..need..."

Mokuba loved the sound of his thief begging. He leaned over his hands sliding and teasingly close. He groaned breathlessly and heatedly in Bakura's ear, "My thief...my pet...what do you want? You have to be clear."

He was slamming into the Tomb Robber now, forcing Bakura to concentrate on his words, "Please master...make me...cum. Master...I...need...release, please." The last please came out in a moan.

Mokuba leaned down and grabbed onto the hardened penis below him. He pumped as hard as he was pounding into the thief. Bakura let out a yell, "ANUBIS!" He came into the hand and onto the sheets below him.

Mokuba came when he felt the inner walls tightening around his thrusts. He cried, "THIEF!" Shuddering his last drop, he pulled out and curled around Bakura.

Bakura was still tingling from the oil, but guessed that he would have to wait for Mokuba to release him from his arms in order to be able to shower. He didn't mind, he loved the arms cuddling him protectively. `Who doesn't like to feel protected,' he thought.

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They made their plans for Christmas, as it turned out Yami, Ryou and Malik were all going to Domino for the holidays. They were going to be staying with the Kaibas too.

Bakura made arrangements with them to bring bottles of the oils in order to be able to gift Mokuba's family with them.

Mokuba had been in contact with each member of his family. Mainly he was in contact with Katsuya. Katsuya had prepared once of the guest rooms that Mokuba had wanted to use, it was in another wing of the mansion.

Katsuya understood the meaning behind some of Mokuba's intentions and Mokuba said that he was bringing an old friend home for Christmas. He didn't say that is was Bakura and he was sure that his brother's lover didn't know who it was.

"He's my significant other Katsuya. He doesn't have much family and I don't want him to be alone for Christmas. Do you guys mind?"

Katsuya snorted into the phone, "Ya know we don't. In fact the more that merrier, you know that. I'll take care of what ya asked for, kid. No worries here. I take it that you two are loud in your games too, ne?" He asked laughingly.

"Nani? JOU!" He had reverted back to feeling twelve years old and called Katsuya by his old chummy name. He was a little embarrassed, but it didn't really bother him.

Katsuya laughed on the other end of the phone, dropping it. It was picked up by Yugi, "What did he say?"

"It's nothing Yugi-chan, we'll see in three days. Okay?" Mokuba said.

"All right, see you soon Mokie." He said hanging up the phone.

Mokuba shook his head and sighed looking at Bakura who was chuckling as he was packing. "He's the only one who can still make me feel like I'm twelve years old." He said to Bakura.

"I'm sure of that. I take it that he was laughing his ass off, before you hung up on him." Mokuba nodded. "Well think of the expressions on their faces when I show up as your significant other."

Mokuba grinned mischievously, "I hope that we get there before Ryou and the others do. It will definitely be worth it."

Bakura smirked in agreement.

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Mokuba crawled out of the Limo that his brother had sent to pick him up at the airport. Their flight was delayed several times and by the time that they reached the Kaiba mansion, it was so late into the night that he wasn't surprised that the house was dark.

There was a servant waiting to take his bags and guide him to his new room for the holidays. The chauffeur helped with the luggage. Mokuba was occupied with carrying one sleepy thief.

Bakura couldn't have walked even if he wanted to. Mokuba hadn't lied when he said that he would be using the contents from that bottle. They had three days before needing to catch their flight, so they just had to occupy their down time somehow.

Giggling, the thief was like a floppy plush toy and that had Mokuba wishing that he had fuzzy one piece PJ's for him to wear. Quickly and quietly he changed them both into warm flannels and crawled into bed curling around his love. His eyes fell on the leather collar that he had borrowed from Yami and he fell asleep with a smile on his face, happy to be home.

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Bakura groaned with discomfort. He knew that he would be paying the price for his actions. A loud noise to his side had him glancing over to his snoring Anubis and he grinned.

Taking a look around the room he noticed that they were in a large four-poster bed. `We seem to have a thing for those,' he thought. He carefully made his way out the bed and limped around the room looking for the bathroom, finding it he freshened up.

He didn't want to fiddle with his luggage and wake Mokuba up, so he wandered out of the room seeking coffee. It didn't him long because he was able to follow his nose. He found the kitchen without any problems and walked up to the coffee machine, smelling the sweet aroma.

"Geez, why do they have so many cupboards. I never could figure that one out," he mumbled. He checked a few that he remembered containing coffee mugs, but he couldn't find them.

"They're in the cupboard to the right of the coffee," came a voice behind him. Bakura turned around and saw that Yugi was leaning on the island counter, looking at him trying to place him.

"Ryou? Aren't you, Malik and Yami supposed to arrive this afternoon?" His eyes were not focusing, they never did till after his first cup of coffee. "Is the coffee ready, yet?" he asked yawning.

"Yep, it just finished."

"Please pour me a cup?" he asked cutely rubbing his unfocused eyes. Bakura snorted, `That guy never changes.'

"Sure." Serving a cup to Yugi and taking one for himself he waited for Yugi to focus.

"Thanks." Bakura leaned back on the counter drinking his coffee and watched Yugi's ritual.

Yugi always smelled the coffee with his eyes closed. It was like the coffee was the only thing that could bring his eyes into focus. Taking a long sip, he let out a sigh and then opened his eyes.

Yugi looked at the person leaning against the counter. Blinking a couple of times, he walked up to the Tomb Robber and looked at him. Bakura gave him the classic Bakura `evil grin'.

Yugi squealed in happiness, "BAKURA!" He jumped up and hugged the old Tomb Robber. He started to pepper him with questions, "How did you get here? Where did you get the collar? Do Seto and Katsuya know that you're here? Where have you been? What are you doing with your life now? How did you get in here?..."

Bakura tried to get Yugi to stop jumping about and being loud. "Yugi-chan, calm down," Bakura said. That stopped Yugi in his tracks and caused him to stare at Bakura.

"Why did you just call me that?" Yugi demanded.

"It was the only way to get your attention and to get you to stop bouncing so loudly." Bakura growled at the smaller man.

They both turned to the sound of someone giggling from the doorway. Mokuba walked into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around the Tomb Robber. "Morning love," he said kissing him in front of the stunned and silenced Yugi.

After their kiss, Bakura turned in Mokuba's arms smirking and said, "Does that answer some of your questions?"

Yugi grinned cheekily and said, "Some but not all. That collar looks an awful lot like Yami's."

"It's borrowed Yugi," said Mokuba. "We'll wait till everyone's here to tell that story."

"You will not," Bakura growled at Mokuba.

"I'm not. But Ryou, Malik and Yami on the other hand know the story. They will probably be the ones telling it," Mokuba said, causing Bakura to groan.

"I need my coffee," he said going to retrieve his cup. He poured another cup, adding milk and handed it to Mokuba. Yugi's eyebrows rose in question, but then thought about Seto.

"I don't know if your brother is going to like this," he said.

Mokuba said, "That's no longer really his business, is it?" Yugi nodded.

"He's still going to be protective no matter how old you get," said Bakura.

"I know that. I would be disappointed if he didn't," Mokuba said. "What are the plans for today? I hope they don't involve much. I know I'm kinda jet lagged, how about you Kura?"

"Hn? Not at the moment." Mokuba was chuckling. "Nani?"

"You did sleep at the airport, on the plane, in the Limo and you never woke up when I carried you in last night. I'm not surprised that you don't feel lagged," he explained. "I only woke up because I was suddenly empty handed, but I'm going back now. You're on your Kura."

Mokuba left them in the kitchen and leaving poor Bakura to be further bombarded with questions from Yugi.

But before Yugi could even begin to ask anything, Bakura said, "You know I think that I will be going back to lay down too. I will...We will answer your questions later." He moved as quickly as he could, but he was still kinda limping when he left the kitchen.

Yugi smirked knowing what had caused the limp. Chuckling at the Tomb Robber's exit, he continued to drink his coffee in the silence of the morning.

Katsuya wandered a few minutes after Bakura left. He kissed Yugi saying, "Mornin love," and went to get himself a cup of coffee. He noticed the two extra cups in the sink. "Yugi," he called out. "You didn't drink two extra cups of coffee this morning, did you?"

"No that was Mokuba and his guest. They went back to bed," he said with a little giggle watching Katsuya sit next to him. "They were jet lagged. I guess all those airline delays will do that to you."

Katsuya was looking at his love and knew that there was mischief waiting for them. Yugi's eyes were flashing and full with it. "So are you going to tell me who the Squirt brought home or do I have to wait?"

"You have to wait," Yugi said.

"What?"

"You have to wait," he repeated.

Katsuya growled, "That's not fair."

"No it's not Koinu," Seto said from the doorway. "However, I just heard from the chauffeur and servant that they came in around three last night, so we should let them sleep."

"Did you a get a description of Mokuba's guest?" Katsuya asked after Seto walked into the kitchen and kissed them both with a `morning love'.

"No. Apparently Mokuba carried him in and he was covered with Mokuba's coat to prevent the light from bothering his guest." Seto himself was a little irked at having to wait, but he was more patient than Katsuya and could wait.

"We'll just have to wait. You guys know we have to go to work this morning," he said. He received groans from the supposed adults that were his lovers. He chuckled at their antics and finally said, "Well if you don't want to play with the new..."

Yugi and Katsuya scrambled to get ready. "Let's go," they said laughing from the door.

"I guess we'll find out who Mokuba brought home later," Katsuya said.

"Just as long as it's not that Tomb Robbing thief," Seto said. Yugi turned his face to look out the window.

Years with Seto had given him and Katsuya the knack of not revealing anything of their emotions on their faces, but unfortunately for them their eyes were as expressive as ever. They were a dead give away to their combined mischief and Seto was not blind to it.

The only thing that Katsuya and Yugi could do to hide their emotions was to close their eyes or look away. Yugi did both now, but not before releasing a small smile. `Everyone's coming for the holidays,' he thought. He had missed their old gang.

TBC...