Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Not A Kid Anymore ❯ Chapter 1

Hey all!!! This fic is in response to a reviewer for my fic 'Not In Tokyo Anymore' I believe their name was BDG and they asked for a Kohaku/Mokuba yaoi fic!!


Thank kami! I've had this idea in my head and ways to write it, but, I was never sure if anyone would ever read it!! ^_^;;


This is AU because...in all honesty, there's no other way that Yu-Gi-Oh and InuYasha would ever really cross over, this is also a slight future fic, because I have a problem with writing lemons for people under 16. So, I made Kohaku and Mokuba both 17, kay?


As you know, I'm just a girl who has nothing but her dreams and plot ideas, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or InuYasha, because, if I did, all the yaoi fangirls in the world who watched both shows would be sooooooo happy.


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Kaiba Mokuba walked through Domino Park lost in his own thoughts, he was supposed to meet Seto in an hour, but, knowing his Nii-sama, he would be far too wrapped up in his puppy to notice the outside world. He nibbled on his lip, he'd come out to Seto a few months earlier, and, had recieved nothing but love and support from his elder sibling, but, he longed for a lover, someone to talk to, to be his own person with, some one to be there for him in ways that others couldn't. With a sigh Mokuba ran his hand through his mussed, nearly shoulder length hair and then glanced at his watch, before cramming his hands in his back pockets and glancing up at the sky with a soft smile. It was such a nice day that he couldn't help but want to be outside, it was late June and it was warm enough to wear a t-shirt, the breeze gave just enough of a cool burst of air to cool you off from the warmth and do nothing more. So lost within his own thoughts, Mokuba didn't hear the cry of warning, nor did he see the other boy rush towards him on his roller blades, but, Mokuba did notice the sudden lack of ground and then it's all to quick arrival to his back as he was swept off his feet.



"Gomen nasai! I wasn't looking and then. when I glanced up, there you were! I'm so terribly sorry!" The boy looked frantic as he struggled to explain and apologize at the same time, Mokuba chuckled, sitting up slowly,



"S'ok. I think I needed that, I needed to get some sense knocked into me. It's not your fault, I should've been watching for others." Mokuba stood, brushing off his black flared jeans and let out a groan, pulling his shirt out from his side, a tear at the hem, "sadly I just bought this shirt." He examined it further, "I can fix it."



"I am so sorry! I'll buy you a new shirt!"



"There's no ne-" Mokuba's sentance died as he finally laid eyes on the other male, pale, sea blue eyes, which were filled with worry and fear stared at him, studying him, a pale, perfectly sculpted face was framed in black hair, which was pulled into a ponytail, lastly, Mokuba's eyes fell onto pale pink lips, the lower one currently being held hostage by pearly white teeth. Mokuba cleared his throat, composing himself and placing his hands into his back pockets once again, "there's no need, uh....." He trailed off at the lack of a name, the other allowed his eyes to widen,


"Kohaku! Souka Kohaku!" Mokuba nodded his head,


"Kohaku, I'm fine, my shirt is fine, are you okay?" Nodding Kohaku let out a small chuckle,


"A little shaken and very, very sorry, but, yeah, I'm fine...." Kohaku looked down, Mokuba rolled his eyes,


"I'm Mokuba, Kaiba Mokuba." He extended a hand and Kohaku took it, shaking it, then smiling,


"my sister says I'm absent minded, I got distracted by a cool looking kite." Mokuba smiled,


"hey, I was thinking about my love life, or, should I say my very pathetic lack of one." Mokuba glanced at his watch,


"Do you need to go anywhere? Am I keeping you?"


"No, no, I just think I should change my shirt is all, before I make the rip wider." Kohaku laughed,


"You wouldn't believe the shirts I've ruined because I'm so lazy I wouldn't change, well, I won't let it happen to you." He shifted to the side and began to skate off, Mokuba motioned with his hands, he couldn't just let this....god escape.


"Matte!" Kohaku turned, smiling,


"hai?"


"Why don't you come over, I mean, I should like, offer you a drink shouldn't I?" Again Kohaku laughed,


"shouldn't I say that, since I'm the one who ran into you?" Mokuba shrugged,


"well, I do need to change my shirt, and, I'm sure you're thirsty and my house isn't far, I don't mind, you can make it up to me some other time."


"Okay."


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It was only as they were heading to the Mansion that Mokuba took in Kohaku's full appearance, camouflage printed pants, a white t-shirt and Mokuba smirked as he noted a rainbow striped choker about Kohaku's neck and matching beaded bracelet about Kohaku's wrist. He chuckled softly fiddling with his own rainbow coloured bracelet, they were always given out at pride gatherings or marches or parades, he had gotten his at the last pride parade that happened only three weeks earlier. Kohaku was gay. Or, at least bi-sexual. The Kaiba had a chance.



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Entering the Kaiba Manor, Mokuba turned to Kohaku and smiled at the other's shocked expression, Kohaku studied his surroundings with wide eyes and awe filled expression. Mokuba chuckled, drawing Kohaku to look at him and give a small, sheepish smile, "I....wow....big."



"If you ask me, too big, follow me." Slipping off his sneakers, Mokuba began walking, leading Kohaku through the main hall and then upstairs, stopping on the third level, Mokuba entered a room and smiled, "just sit anywhere, I'll just change." Walking across his spacious room, big enough to fit at least two regular sized master bedrooms, Mokuba opened a dresser drawer, pulling out a black t-shirt he pushed it shut and slid behind a silk changing screen. He pulled off his black and grey meshed t-shirt he placed it on a stool and pulled on the other shirt, running his hands down his sides as he looked in a mirror. With a sigh Mokuba fiddled with his bracelet and then smiled, he slid out the other side and faced Kohaku, who was examining a bookcase, reading a few titles, his head turned and Mokuba smiled, "want a drink?"



"Got cream soda?" With a nod Mokuba walked over to a fridge and pulled out a bottle of cream soda and a diet cola, he kicked it shut and flopped onto his couch, handing Kohaku his drink, Kohaku took it with a smile, "thanks, this is a huge room, you could fit my house in here, you have a bathroom, a TV, stereo, game consoles, DVD player, couches, a bed, a fridge, you could live in here." Mokuba chuckled, sipping his drink,



"I do, you also didn't mention my computer, microwave, toaster oven or phone." Kohaku rolled his eyes,


"Well, excuse me!" Mokuba smirked, chuckling again and Kohaku sighed, "weren't you s'posed to meet your brother or something?"


"Yeah, here, he's probably held up at work or something." Nodding Kohaku sipped his drink, falling silent, staring at the floor, Mokuba shifted nervously, what was he supposed to do now, just, blurt it out, no that was stupid. He nibbled his lip, "so, you go to Domino High?" Kohaku shook his head,


"Home schooled."


"Wow, that kinda sucks, you'd love Domino High, you'd fit right in."


"Thanks, I'm trying to convince my sister to let me go, but, she's really protective, she's afraid I'll get hurt and stuff."


"I get that, wanna watch a movie?"


"Sure, what do you got?" Mokuba laughed,


"Everything, what do you wanna see?"


"Got 'Dead Man On Campus'?"


"Yes! It's only like, one of the best movies known to man kind!" Kohaku nodded, Mokuba stood, walking over to his TV, then pulling out a DVD case, he popped the disk into the console and then plopped onto the sofa, "sit back and relax, also, be prepared for my possible saying lines."


"I do that too!" Mokuba giggled softly,


"And here, I thought I was the only one."



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Mokuba examined his watch as the end credits rolled, it was strange, Seto should have been home by now, or, he should have at least called, that was, if he wasn't too busy screwing Jounouchi senseless. Soft breathing drew his attention to the slumbering male beside him and he smiled, it wasn't natural for a person to be so beautiful, even in his sleep, Kohaku looked perfect. His hair fell onto his face, hiding it from view, gently, Mokuba brushed the strands off the angelic face, mindful not to wake Kohaku he let his fingers brush down Kohaku's cheek, before letting his arm fall into his lap. Almost unconsciencely, Mokuba leaned forward, his lips ever so lightly carressing Kohaku's cheek, pulling away, Mokuba smiled shifting slowly and then stood up. He made a 180 at a soft voice, "you're just gonna walk away?" Blinking, Mokuba stared, he still looked fast asleep, his breathing leveled and his face serene, but, his lip twitched and Kohaku opened his eyes, "I'm a light sleeper, I'm also very alert in my sleep, like a state of hightened awareness, you woke me when you check your watch."


"I-I-I.....oh no....." Gaze now plastered to the floor, Mokuba felt like a fool, wanting nothing more than to vanish from the face of the earth, he jerked slightly as he felt a hand lay on his shoulder, Kohaku's voice was calm, soft and gentle, making Mokuba feel at ease in his own stupidity.


"Also, you missed." Mokuba frowned, not comprehending the statement, he kept his gaze down, unable to meet Kohaku's gaze, even as the other boy lifted his chin softly, his fingers ever so slightly coaxing Mokuba to move, to look up, there was slight amusement in Kohaku's voice as he spoke next, "my lips." In a single instant Mokuba's eyes widened in realization, before falling shut in passion as he felt soft lips against his own.



Drawing back Mokuba struggled to form words as his brain was fogged and he was still in shock, Kohaku said nothing, merely placed his hand over Mokuba's mouth, ceasing his words, drawing a smile. Kohaku tilted his head, smiling at Mokuba, "there's no need to try and explain, these things happen, and, to try and comprehend them will only give you a headache." A single word finally escaped the flustered Kaiba,


"How?"


"Hmmmmm, how? Did I know?" At Mokuba's nod Kohaku chuckled softly, "because, I know what it's like, to try and come to grips with your feelings, to try and understand your person, I saw that in you Mokuba, don't ask me to explain and don't ask how, because I don't know how, I just know these things. Also, your bracelet gave me a big hint." Mokuba rolled his eyes, scoffing and Kohaku laughed, "and, you're cute when you're flustered." Mokuba smiled, finally meeting Kohaku's eyes, the sea blue stared into his own, Mokuba summoned up as much of his courage as he could,


"Kohaku?"


"Yes?"


"C-can I kiss you?"


"Yes."



His lips moved upwards, caressing those of the slightly taller boy, hands moved behind Mokuba’s head, holding his lips in place, in an eternal kiss, locked with Kohaku. His own hands knotted into the other boy’s hair, he fumbled slightly with the ponytail, before giving a grin as the hair fell free. Pulling back for air, Kohaku studied Mokuba, the Kaiba struggled for air as his chest rose as fell and his breath came forth in ragged pants, before slowly calming, his chest’s rise and decent slowed and he smiled.



“Wow….” Kohaku chuckled, nuzzling into Mokuba’s sweet smelling hair with a sigh, trying to suppress the urge to unleash his desires and ravage the smaller boy. Mokuba’s hands slid from about Kohaku’s neck, down his sides before falling slack, dangling at Mokuba’s sides before getting crammed into his back pockets. Kohaku relinquished his hold on Mokuba, letting his own arms fall to his sides, he smiled, studying Mokuba. Mokuba looked away slightly, blushing at the attention, “what’s with the stare, you’re making me nervous.” Kohaku cupped Mokuba’s cheek, turning his gaze to stare into the pale blue eyes,



“I have a tendency to admire flawless beauty.” Mokuba flushed, how was it possible for a person to make him feel this way? So loved, so respected, so wanted and needed, so…perfect with just a single glance, a single touch, a single word, it wasn’t natural. Kohaku’s thumb brushed over Mokuba’s cheek as his lips moved downward to claim Mokuba’s again. To taste the forbidden fruit that was this young, sweet, perfect boy.


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The next thing either teen knew was the sudden presence of Mokuba’s bed, they collapsed onto it in a heap of limbs. Their desire now suddenly flowing freely as the two struggled to grasp or caress any skin they could. The well known and highly famed Kaiba reserve Mokuba was so well praised for taking from his older brother was dissipating quickly as Kohaku’s pouty lips and nimble fingers were beginning to drive him mad. Tearing their lips apart with a strangled half moan, half gasp, Mokuba panted harshly, striving for air his body so desperately needed. Kohaku quickly found Mokuba’s neck to be an enjoyable play thing as he trailed kisses, licks and nips along the alabaster skin. Mokuba’s eyes screwed shut as he tangled one hand into Kohaku’s hair, while the other fisted in the bed sheets, “Kami…..Kohaku…..” Kohaku raised himself to gaze into deep cobalt eyes,


“Hai?” Mokuba whimpered, his brain trying to clear and find the right words for him to utter, but instead, all that escaped him was a low moan. Kohaku chuckled, “do you want something?” Mokuba nodded, “What do you want?” Mokuba’s brow furrowed and his lips formed the words, but, nothing could be heard. Kohaku tiled his head, “what was that? I need to hear you say it Mokuba.” Softly, very softly, the plea entered the air,



“Y-you…..” Trailing his thumb over Mokuba’s lower lip, Kohaku was shocked, but, pleasantly surprised when the other’s tongue swiped across the pad of his appendage. Kohaku let his hand fall, taking hold of Mokuba’s chin and leading him into a sultry kiss with a low moan. Their tongues clashed and warred as the two relentlessly tried to divest one another of their restrictive clothing, Mokuba succeeded first, tossing the god forsaken white T-shirt to the floor and sliding his hands over the flesh he had revealed. Mokuba’s shirt was quick to follow as Kohaku all but ripped it off and tossed it to the floor with a restrained snarl, his expression softened as he gazed down at the other, half lost in a sea of pleasure. He ran his hand up Mokuba’s chest, turning his gaze so they could look eye to eye,



“Are you sure you want this?” Mokuba could only nod, though his eyes were filled with love and trust, reassuring Kohaku that his actions were not unwanted and feared. Giving a soft, loving smile Kohaku nodded as well, “if you want me to stop say so.” Another nod was his response and he dipped his head down, sucking at the hollow of Mokuba’s throat, before quickly sliding down his torso.


Feather soft touches and long, loving kisses and licks sent shivers down Mokuba’s spine, causing him to writhe under the ministrations of the other blue eyed, black haired male. Whimpers made it out of his throat as he tried to comprehend the pleasure, to voice his feelings, the sensations. Upon reaching the navel, Kohaku swirled his tongue into the sensitive area of flesh, causing a heady cry to emerge from the one writhing below him. Sucking and nipping and teasing the area Kohaku slid upwards, claiming Mokuba’s lips in a kiss.


Their tongues slid and caressed one another, writhing and coiling in a sultry mating dance as their bodies shifted, trying to get ever closer. Another wail of pleasure fought its way out of Mokuba and into the air as their hips collided, his eyes shutting as his body became overwrought. Kohaku shifted slightly, scooting Mokuba backwards, his lower body in a tangle with Mokuba’s. With a faint grunt he shut his eyes, rocking his hips forward, into Mokuba’s own straining need, his pleasure finding its way into the world as a low moan, which was followed by a louder moan as Mokuba rocked back. Kohaku’s hands fell to Mokuba’s hips to help guide him so they could both get the most pleasure, Mokuba attempted to mute his moans on Kohaku’s neck, as his hands fell to the small of Kohaku’s back, kneading the muscles and helping him in his movements. Kohaku panted for air, “Moku….don’t…..hold back your cries.” He shifted his hips once again, driving them forward and groaned as Mokuba let out a loud cry, hands clenching on Kohaku’s hips, fingers twitching, longing to touch heated flesh.



“Kohaku….nghh….need…..wan t…..feel….you.” Kohaku let his head fall to Mokuba’s chest, his hands shifting to Mokuba’s thighs; he relished in the smaller boys moans, almost drowning in them. He finally lowered the zipper, hesitating only a moment before Mokuba lifted his hips to aid in the discarding of the garment. Before Kohaku could even blink his own clothes had vanished off him without a trace. He ran his eyes up Mokuba’s body, causing the other to blush, he smiled, his hand moving to cup Mokuba’s chin once again, he breathed a single word before capturing the sweet lips.


“Perfect….”



Mokuba ’s moans grew deeper as his hands roamed about Kohaku’s body and the touches were mirrored to his own overheated body. Kohaku lifted his head from Mokuba’s neck, examining the mark he had placed. Mokuba met his eyes and smiled, Kohaku rested his forehead against Mokuba’s inhaling his scent; relishing in the sheer closeness of the other. “We don’t have to go all the way you know.” Mokuba nodded, not really wanting to, true Kohaku was very attractive and he felt deeply for him, but, he felt it wasn’t time, he took on his family smirk,


“We can just….play….” Kohaku let out a strangled gasp as Mokuba’s heated need was thrust against his own, his eyes narrowed and his voice deepened,



“Bad….Mokuba….” Taking his lips hostage, the two shared a short but fiery kiss before Kohaku dipped his head down, lapping a trail down Mokuba’s chest. Pausing here and there to give a spot certain attention.


Facing Mokuba’s need, Kohaku raised a curious brow, pondering a moment before leaning his head forward and lapping lightly at the tip, tasting the viscous, slightly bitter fluid. He smirked as Mokuba’s breath hitched, but positioned himself to lie comfortably between his legs. He moved forwards again, taking the tip into his mouth, sucking it as he would a lollypop. Mokuba let out a breathless moan, head falling backwards onto his pillows, this was so sinful, something shouldn’t feel this good. His hands fisted into the sheets as Kohaku’s suction increased, driving him mad, fanning the fire that burned in his abdomen. He whimpered eyes shut as he wanted it all to end, yet, he wanted to stay like that forever; it was a paradox, a sea he was drowning in. He felt the coil of rope deep within his stomach grow more and more taut, and he breathlessly strove to win at this battle of tug-of-war. “K-K-Kohaku-chan….I’m…..”


One of Kohaku’s hands gripped onto his hip, the other found Mokuba’s knitting his own hand with it, he gave one last stroke of his tongue and Mokuba’s eyes snapped open, a loud, unrestrained cry burst out of him as he hit his peak. Kohaku had braced himself and drank in as much as he could, shocked at the taste, he had heard horror stories of horrid taste, but, it was actually kinda nice. Moving back he lay on the mattress, panting, eyes shut as he attempted to get air, before letting out a shocked squeak, his eyes shooting open as he felt Mokuba’s mouth over his straining need. Mokuba lapped his tongue up Kohaku’s length, sipping the re-cum that escaped him, eyes half lidded in bliss as he tried to help Kohaku achieve his completion.



So overwrought with pleasure and so far gone, it didn’t take long for Kohaku to hit the edge, “Moku…..I’m gonna…..” A wail tearing from his lips, he resisted the urge to thrust as his release shot from him. Mokuba swallowed as much as he could, lifting his head as he slid back up Kohaku’s body and smiled. Stroking the slightly damp and matted hair off his face, Mokuba waited for Kohaku to recover. Slowly, clear, pale blue eyes turned his way and Mokuba smiled again, leaning forwards, Kohaku captured Mokuba’s lips in a slow and loving kiss before drawing back and sighing. Mokuba leaned his head onto Kohaku’s chest, pulling his blanket up to cover them as they drifted off into slumber, both murmuring a single word as they drifted off,



“Aishiteru.” Vaguely, Mokuba recalled he was supposed to meet Seto, and, for a moment in time, he worried for his older brother before letting his thoughts fade as he settled into Kohaku’s arms and fell asleep.



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Ka iba Seto smirked, turning his blue eyes downwards slightly to his blonde lover as he remained silent but extended his hand outwards. Grumbling Jou fumbled with his wallet and placed a ten dollar bill into the brunette’s hand, Seto smirked, “I told you, puppy.”


“Shut. Up.” Chuckling, Seto ruffled up the mess of blonde hair, winding his arms about the pouting form and turning his eye to the other occupant of the room,


“So, Sango-chan, you start Monday, but, how about a drink until the two wake?” Sango nodded her head, smiling at her new boss,


“Fair enough, I told you Kohaku wouldn’t harm the boy, he hasn’t got a single bad bone in his body.”



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