Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Love Adjustments ❯ Chapter 15

Author(s): Anime-Blade and Kikyana
Rate: M
Pairing: Tabloidshipping- Seto x Mokuba
Warnings: yaoi, incest, occ-ness in characters, language.
Disclaimer: We don't own anything except the plot! And all OC's
Status: 15/---
A/N: This is the sequel to “A Brother's Love”, so I suggest reading that lest you wish to be thoroughly confused.

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Chapter Fifteen:

Mokuba shifted slightly, and began to unzip Seto's pants as well. He moved his head to capture his brother's lips, kissing him hungrily.

 

Seto swatted aside Mokuba's hands from his pants, before going back to removing the others. He returned the kiss, tongue slipping out and running along his brother's lips.

 

Mokuba retracted his hands, blinking a few times. He pulled his mouth away from his brother's, "Niisan...?" His voice was questioning, "Why'd you stop me...?"

 

Seto shook his head slightly, "It doesn't matter..." He said quietly, stilling and waiting.

 

Mokuba shifted uncomfortably, wondering why on earth Seto had stopped what he was doing. He looked at Seto, confused, "What's going on...?"

 

"Nothing's going on." Seto replied softly.

Every other time they had done anything, it always seemed so... rushed to him. For once he wouldn't have minded if they could simply take their time in things.

 

Mokuba tilted his head to the side slightly, "...But you stopped..." He shifted uncomfortably again, "Onegai shimasu...don't tease me..." He said, and brought his hands back down to the front of Seto's pants, fiddling with the zipper and button.

 

Seto once again stopped his brother's actions, catching the teen's wrists while simply shaking his head. "I stopped because you asked me a question."

 

He frowned at this. "Niisan! I didn't want you to stop..." He bit his bottom lip slightly, the ache between his legs really annoying him, "Why are you being so...weird..."

 

A sigh left his lips as he rested his forehead against the teen's chest. "For once, I don't want this rushed, I want it to last. We never take our time with this."

 

Mokuba sighed slightly, and ran a hand through his brother's hair, "What brought this on? You never seemed to mind it..." He himself wasn't too picky about how he got to his climax...just as long as he did. And right now he really wanted to get there...

 

"It's one of the things I've been thinking about lately... Not entirely too much else to do, ne?" A grim smile played on his lips for a moment. His fingers played along the waistline of the teen's pants, trailing light touches along the skin.

 

Mokuba frowned slightly, "Heh...yeah...can we test this idea out later tonight?" he questioned, shifting uncomfortably once again, "I feel like I'm about to explode...and not in the good way..."

 

"Didn't you have something planned for tonight?" he asked, while his hand slipped into Mokuba's pants, stroking the teen while he waited for a reply from him.

 

Mokuba moaned slightly, and gripped his brother's shoulders, "Y-yeah...but if you wanted to...it's your birthday...." he let his eyes slip closed.

 

"Hm... We'll see what happens." he murmured, before moving slightly in order to remove the teen's pants. Once they'd been tossed aside, he went back to paying attention to his brother's need.

 

He moaned a little more, arching his back slightly, "Niisan...I want you..." He gripped Seto's shoulders just a bit tighter, and spread his legs a bit wider.

 

Seto merely changed tactics, and instead let his mouth continue with pleasuring the teen. He ran his tongue along Mokuba's arousal, before taking him into his mouth and sucking.

 

"Niisan! Ah!" His back arched even more, and he could already feel the pressure growing in the pit of his stomach. He was so close...Just a little bit more.

 

He hummed for a few moments before deep-throating the other, hands moving to the teens hips to prevent him from raising them.

 

Mokuba's hands fisted in the bed sheets, and he struggled against the hands on his hips. He needed to move, needed something. The feeling was just beginning to get too intense. With one final pleasured cry of his brother's name, he found his release.

 

He swallowed before licking the other clean, and once satisfied, moved himself back up to lie next to Mokuba. "...You'll have to find your pants later, before Jana comes by..." He murmured quietly.

 

Mokuba smiled and immediately snuggled up against Seto. "Nn...What about you?" he questioned, "Don't you want anything...I'd feel so selfish..." He moved his hands to rest on Seto's hips.

 

"Do what you want..." He said simply, "Just make sure to watch the time." Seto reminded.

 

Mokuba frowned before sighing slightly, "You don't seem like you really want to...is something wrong?" Mokuba questioned.

 

"There's nothing wrong. Why do you always ask if something is wrong?" What had he said that was a cause to think something was wrong this time?

 

"Well...You seem kind of...bored. Like you don't really want to do anything..." He snuggled against him again, "But I guess that's a good thing...Jana-san will be here soon..."

 

"You should get your pants on first then." He said absently, running his finger's through the younger's hair idly as he spoke.

 

Mokuba nodded and looked around for his pants. He finally found them, and moved away from his brother so he could pull them back on. "I should start cooking soon…" he muttered to himself.

 

Seto nodded absently, wondering what exactly he could do with himself if his brother retreated to the kitchen. There wasn't all too much he could do.

 

Mokuba stood and stretched before looking down to his brother, "Do you want to come downstairs and wait for Jana, or do you want me to send her up when she gets here?" he asked.

 

"I'll come downstairs with you, since there isn't exactly anything for me to do staying in here." He said, moving to the edge of the bed and standing, hand moving to rest on the bed post closest to him.

 

Mokuba smiled slightly, and took his brother's hand. "Not much to do downstairs either, but whatever…" he said casually, and led Seto over to the door.

 

"At least if I'm in the kitchen with you it won't be dead quiet." He murmured, allowing Mokuba to lead him over to the door.

 

He opened it with his free hand, and walked out, leading Seto after him. When they came to the top of the stairs, Mokuba gently hooked his arm with his brother's to slowly lead him down the flight of stairs.

 

Seto's free hand sought out the banister, laying on top of the smooth surface while they slowly descended the steps.

 

Mokuba smiled slightly when they reached the bottom of the steps, and he headed for the kitchen. "Hmm...I already know what I'm making, but are you sure that there isn't anything you want in particular?"

 

"Nothing that comes to mind no... I'm not entirely too picky about what I eat, Mokuba." It was eating in general that had him making a fuss.

 

Mokuba sighed heavily and nodded, “Well you can't blame me for trying." When they reached the kitchen he let go of Seto's hand, and grabbed one of the frilly pink aprons that the maids wore. "What the..." he inspected it and sighed, "well...I don't want to ruin my clothes..." He pulled it on and looked down at himself, "Wow...I never knew I could look so gay..." he said and shook his head slightly.

 

Seto raised a brow, though remained silent as he sought out one of the stools by the counter and taking a seat. Even though he couldn't very well see, he had a feeling this would be amusing none the less.

 

Mokuba looked around the kitchen, "Alright..." He muttered to himself, and set off to work. He pulled out the rice cooker first, and stared at it blankly. He'd never actually had to use a rice cooker. "Uhhhm...."he poured in the water, and the rice like he should have, and pressed the on button...nothing happened. "What the..?" He continued to press the on button over and over again, "Dammit you stupid thing! Work." It probably would have helped it the cord was plugged into the wall, rather then hanging idly off the counter.

 

Seto had folded his arms and rested them on the counter, listening to what was happening. Only from previous experience could he come up with a possible problem as to what had his brother ticked. (He'd learned the hard way not to let Mokuba help out in the kitchen...) "Is it plugged in..?" That was usually the problem... something wasn't plugged in or the power switch hadn't been flicked on.

 

Mokuba froze, and looked at the cord. A bonus to the situation, he could lie, "Uhhh...yeah..." he said, non to convincingly, and quickly plugged in the machine, turning it on. He walked away from the rice cooker, forgetting to set the timer on it. Oh, that rice is going to be delicious...

He walked over to the fridge, and pulled out the chicken. He took the recipe he had printed off out of his pocket, and looked at it. "Great Kesi, could you be any less-specific?" He muttered to the paper. Mokuba was going to have to guess on how to cook the chicken for the most part...oh great.

 

"Why don't you call her and let her walk you through it?" Seto asked, and would have made a comment in asking whether or not the timer had been set, if he had known his brother had been using the rice cooker... "It might be... better if you did." he had wanted to say safer, but that would only upset the younger...

 

Mokuba shook his head, “Nope! I can do this on my own!" He said defiantly, and he pulled out the pan. He set it down on the stove top, and threw the chicken breasts into the pan. The teen turned the heat up as high as it would go, and left the sitting there. "What's next...ah...making the sauce." He looked at the recipe, "Measure this much of that and measure this much of...ah screw measuring! Real cooks don't use measuring cups." Great...just great...

 

"Mokuba... you do realize that most sauces aren't made until near the end, right? And knowing you... set the heat on only medium for the stove top, before you burn something..." Again, he wanted to add a comment, but wasn't entirely sure that it would work out for the best...

 

Mokuba frowned slightly, "But the food will cook faster if it's on a high setting, duh!" Mokuba shook his head slightly, "Really...I thought you were supposed to be the smart one." He grabbed the wine and poured it into the pan with the chicken to begin the sauce. "Hmm...So I need that much..." He poured in the whole bottle, "Looks good to me..." he muttered, before grabbing the other things, and putting in far too much, or far too little of each one.

 

"Well, while you destroy dinner for not listening- and no, it won't cook faster on high, it'll only burn- I'm leaving the room. Call Kesi, before you regret it..." He muttered the last part to himself, before getting up. Once he'd found the wall he left the room, seriously considering getting Mokuba cooking lessons.

 

Mokuba followed after him - smart, leaving the food by itself - "Don't call Kesi! I said I could do it on my own!" He insisted "And I'm not destroying it!!" He said, placing his hands on his hips angrily.

 

"Mokuba... never leave anything unattended when cooking." He said simply, "And turn the stove down before you set something on fire..." Why could his brother never listen to instructions?

 

"Dammit I can cook!" he said angrily as he stormed back into the kitchen. "I'll show Seto!" he said, and left the chicken on high, poking at it a little with the wooden spoon "Dinner will be good, god dammit!"

 

Seto found the stairs again and retreated back to his room, needing to locate his cell before Mokuba managed to do something reckless... or plain stupid... Hopefully he'd be able to call Jana and ask her to bring Kesi over to help Mokuba- since whatever it was he was doing now wasn't going to turn out well...

 

Mokuba sighed, and continued to poke at the chicken, 'this was just a tad bit boring. He figured he could leave it alone for a few minutes, just to go grab a magazine from the living room. He took the apron off, and through it over his shoulder, not realizing it landed on the stove, and he left the room, going into the living room.

 

Finally locating a phone, whether it was his or Mokuba's he had no idea, and carefully went about phoning Jana- why any cell needed more then twelve buttons was beyond him...

 

Mokuba picked up a magazine from the coffee table, and walked back to the kitchen, humming lightly. "OH FUCK!" His eyes went wide as he spotted the apron of the stove, on fire. "Shit, shit, shit!!" He looked around for the fire extinguisher, and quickly grabbed it from the wall. It took him a good amount of time to figure out how to actually use it. Before he finally began to spray the fire out, managing to cover himself in the stuff as well.

 

Jana's answer to her cell was not one he had been expecting...

"Why are you able to call me, Seto?" ...How to answer that? And damn her for always using caller ID... "Why wouldn't I be able to?" He asked, curiosity in his voice. "You sounded a bit... pre-occupied before." Seto knew she was smirking... "Well at the moment, Mokuba is making a fool of himself and out to ruin dinner since he has a problem with following instructions." He explained shortly. "Ah... I'm bringing Kesi with me then?" She asked knowingly. "If possible, and the sooner the better... I left him in the kitchen alone, not that it makes much difference..." A few more words were exchanged between them before Seto turned the cell off and set it on the side table.

 

Once Mokuba was sure the fire was completely out. He set down the extinguisher on the counter. He noted that dinner was officially not going to happen, as the burnt chicken was now covered in apron-ashes and whatever that fire extinguisher stuff was. He actually remembered to turn off the rice cooker before leaving, and headed to the stairs.

He walked to Seto's room, and opened the door, "Umm....Niisan....I think we're going out for dinner tonight..." he said in a light and happy tone.

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Review responses

 

First I just need to say…. 100 reviews! w00t~!!!!

 

 

Kathy Smiths- The reason Seto doesn't like eating is because he can only eat within a certain amount, any more then that and he'll end up sick. It's a stomach problem I have that seemed to work into this- since it really seems at times that Seto just doesn't eat period…

 

Any who, since that one had a question, I answered… and now that I'm being rushed because I have to watch over my little bro's party, I need to go! Thanks to everyone else who reviewed!