Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ RollerCoaster ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

AN: Yo-yo! :) I'd like to give a shout out to Dai-chan, author of Helpless and a whole bunch of other good fics! I started this fic ages and ages ago, but because I read Dai-chan's fics I finally remember this story and started working on it again. Reading the manga series Angel Sanctuary is also partially to blame. Everybody, go read Dai-chan's fics and Angel Sanctuary! Also a shout out to JessicaKittyDemon and B-chan, for giving me noogies and beating me repeatedly with pillows when I was blocked, nervous grin. B-chan even came after me with scissors! Ne, what better friends could anyone wish to have, ne? Well then, enjoy the ficcy!



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Mokuba woke slowly, savoring the dawn... or something like that.



This was not his usual method of getting out of bed in the morning; oh no, not at all. The servants had had strong words with him about his usual methods; at least, as strong as they knew they could get away with. But today was special, not to mention slightly scary. Because today he would turn thirteen.



He opened first one eye, and then another, and sighed groggily. 7:59. The servant who woke him up would be here any moment. That wasn’t fair; he wanted more time... More time before the first ‘happy birthday’...



He didn’t feel that old. He’d barely gotten used to being twelve; how was he supposed to cope with teenagerhood being suddenly thrust upon him? He supposed these issues came from something to do with his upbringing; not that there hadn’t been bad times, but through it all Seto had been there to protect him. He kept him safe, pampered him as much as monetarily possible... And these days, everything was monetarily possible. To be short, he hated it. He couldn’t stand being spoiled like this, like he was just some little kid. Because he wanted to learn how to be an adult, needed to, actually... But unfortunately, the thought also scared him half to death. He'd made a promise to himself...


And then the door was opened wide. "Good morning, young master Kaiba! And happy birthday!" He sighed, ever so quietly.



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Five minutes later he was barreling down the stairs at high speed, fully clothed, to come to a skidding stop in socked feet on the kitchen floor. And experienced a most intriguing sinking sensation in his stomach when he saw that Seto was sitting at the table as usual, sipping the last of his coffee and hiding behind the business section of the newspaper. He even didn't look up, but simply said, "Good morning, ototo."



"O-ohayo, nii-san," he said, looking down. After a moment he set about making himself cereal. Behind his newspaper, Seto smiled slightly.



"Don't eat too much," he said conversationally.



Mokuba glanced over his shoulder, standing on tip-toe. "Nani? Hey, they put the bowls away funny last night; I can't reach."



Seto smiled wider, and set aside his paper. "Here, I'll get it." Mokuba was startled to see that he wasn't dressed in his usual work clothes, but something he normally wore on the weekends - but not half as startled as when Seto stepped close to him and reached over his head. For a moment their bodies touched; he blushed and thanked any gods that might happen to be watching for long hair. "There you go," he said, putting the bowl in to his hands. "But still, you might not want to eat too much... Or you might be sick on a roller coaster. I booked Domino's amusement park for the day for you; happy birthday."



"N-nani?"



"I said," Seto said, ever patient, "that I b-” At which point he was rendered incapable of finishing his sentence by a killer hug.



"Really?" Mokuba squeaked - actually squeaked, though of course he would never admit to it later. "Oh, will you come with me? Will you?"



He couldn't help but laugh a little at that, which was something he reserved exclusively for his little brother. "Of course, Mokkie."



Well then. Now he could just about die happy. Mokuba stared for a moment, and giggled.



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By mid-morning, Mokuba was gaping slightly at the entrance of the amusement park. He felt a little overwhelmed. So many rides... and no lines... He impulsively gave Seto a quick hug. "Thank you, nii-san."



Seto rolled his eyes, but he also reached down and ruffled his hair. "Don't thank me yet; you haven't even ridden anything. What do you want to go on first?"



Hmm. Well, so many rides, but... Major inner debate. "Well..." he said hesitantly. "Can I have some cotton candy first?"



Seto wrinkled his nose. "That stuff is pure sugar, you know."



Mokuba giggled. "Exactly!"



"It'll make you fat."



"I need to gain weight, not loose it; you know that, nii-san."



Seto heaved a long-suffering sigh, though he was grinning slightly. "Oh, all right."



So they got cotton candy. At least Seto had requested that some of the employees come in. He eyed the fluffball with a kind of detached contempt. "That's disgusting."



Mokuba stuck his tongue out. "No it's not! Have you ever even tried it?"



"Of course," he said simply. "You realize you can't ride anything until you've finished that, right?"



He looked around for a moment. "We can ride the Ferris wheel!" he said, and grabbed Seto's hand in the hand which he'd so far managed to keep from getting sticky and dragging him towards the ride. "What don't you like about cotton candy, anyway?"



He shrugged. "I suppose it tastes all right. I've never really liked sweets that much, but I suppose it's okay. But it's so... sticky. Be sure not to get any in your hair. It's messy. Undignified." Mokuba just groaned as they boarded the ride.



"You should just try some," Mokuba said, as the Ferris wheel started going up. "Just a little."



Seto smirked. "Have you noticed that we're actually having a serious conversation about cotton candy?"



Mokuba laughed. "Oh, fine. I guess I'll just have to eat it all by myself then; how awful."



Seto watched him eat for a moment. The color of the candy matched his lips quite well, he noted. "Well, maybe I'll have a little," he said. "But I'm not touching it. Feed it to me."



Mokuba felt a blush coming on, and fought it back valiantly. "N-nani?"



"You wanted me to try it, right?"



This was not happening. He was sure he'd heard wrong. But Mokuba ripped off a piece of fluff anyway.



Seto’s lips brushed Mokuba’s fingers as he accepted the cotton candy, causing the younger boy to jump slightly. The brunette shot him an odd look. “I...” Mokuba stuttered, and hurriedly looked away. “Gomen.”



Seto blinked, startled. “For what? It's actually not that bad.” He chuckled, finding this all very amusing, as the Ferris wheel reached the top. “Can I have some more?”



“Um, wow, look at that view!” Mokuba shifted uncomfortably, and snuck a glance at his brother out of the corner of his eye. It was the strangest thing, he knew, but somehow he felt like he was taking advantage of his older brother. But the offer was just too tempting. Trying to keep his fingers from trembling, he tore off another piece of the pink fluff and held it out for Seto to take.



This time he purred slightly at the taste of it, licking Mokuba’s fingers once or twice to be sure he got all of it. Seto smiled. “Yum.” Then his expression changed to one of concern. “Are you okay? You look a bit flushed... you aren’t catching a cold, are you?”



That remark only made his blush worse. Mokuba hung his head, hoping his bangs would hide the worst of it. “No, I feel fine... just the wind up here, I guess...”



Seto still frowned slightly. “You’re right; I hadn’t noticed how cold it was...” Then, causing Mokuba to utter a squeak of surprise, he pulled him on to his lap and wrapped his arms around him. “I’ll keep you warm.”



Mokuba wondered what his face looked like. He was more than warm enough already, that was for sure. Finally he decided the best thing he could do was just close his eyes and enjoy the ride...



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Once they had gotten off the ride Seto glanced around, feeling rather amazed by the sheer size of the place. It seemed smaller when there were people in it... “Where do you want to go next, ototo?” he asked, absentmindedly reaching down to take his hand even though he didn’t have to worry about them getting separated in a crowd.



Mokuba shot a look at their clasped hands, and hurriedly looked away. What he really wanted to do was get back on the Ferris wheel and ride it over and over again with Seto holding him. But unfortunately... “I wanna ride a roller coaster!” he said, plastering the hugest grin he could muster onto his face.



So ride a roller coaster they did. And they went in the Haunted House too, and the Hall of Mirrors, and several other roller coasters, as well as plenty of spinny things that generally made you want to vomit once you got off. Finally, exhausted, Mokuba plopped down next to Seto on the bench outside the merry-go-round that the older of the two had characteristically decided to sit out. One did have certain appearances to keep up.



Seto looked at him knowingly out of the corner of his eye. “Where to next? I think we’ve practically rode everything...”



“I guess we should go home... but can we stay here for a few more minutes? The sunset’s so pretty.”



"Sure." After a moment Seto draped an arm over Mokuba's shoulders, hugging him loosely. Mokuba stared at his face for a moment, and then looked hard at the sunset. He didn't want this day to have to end, for more than one reason. Worst case scenarios: if he didn't do anything right now, Seto would go to work tomorrow like he did every day, and it would be back to catching a quick glimpse of him at breakfast and right before he went to bed. Or, if he did do something, it might turn out even worse because Seto might hate him. But he'd made a promise to himself - maybe... when I'm thirteen, I'll be old enough... - so what else could he do? After one last look at the setting sun, he leaned up and kissed Seto softly on the lips.



And after a moment, the older Kaiba brother jerked away. "Mokuba... what...?"



Mokuba flushed and looked away. "I'm sorry... I just t-thought that maybe... Nii-san, I-"



Abruptly, Seto stood up. "Come on, Mokuba, we're going home."



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It was a long ride home. Afterwards, Seto barricaded himself in his office.



'I'm a monster,' he thought dully. 'I encouraged this. But I never thought - well, exactly, I never thought...'



He didn't really remember how long ago he'd realized he liked his brother in a more than appropriate way. It had been a while. He had been so disgusted with himself that he'd started spending more time at work to keep away and keep his mind occupied, but it didn't really help. Little unpleasant thoughts would creep in. He found himself doing things without thinking, like hugging him maybe more often than he should, but that was a perfectly brotherly thing, right? God, he was so disgusting…



And now, obviously, his pervertedness was rubbing off. He must have given Mokuba some sign that this was okay. This was all his fault...



He massaged his temples, feeling tired. Well, if it was all his fault then it was obviously up to him to set things right, except he wasn't quite sure how. He supposed they'd have to talk about it. As much as he'd like to, he didn't think he could just ignore it and hope it went away. He wished, just a little, that they could actually... He grimaced. No. No, no. He absolutely could not allow himself to think that. It was wrong, and if anyone ever found out Kaiba Corp. would be destroyed, and when Mokuba was older he would understand that, and would probably be just as disgusted with his older brother as he was himself. He sighed, standing up.



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When Seto knocked on Mokuba's door, there was no answer, and he couldn't see any light coming from under the door. He checked his watch. It was only nine. He tentatively tried the doorknob; it wasn't locked.



Mokuba was sleeping, still in his clothes, on top of the covers. Seto could make out his face in the city lights coming in through the window; he hadn't bothered with the blinds, either.



He sighed, standing over him. It was almost a pity to wake him up. He looked so angelic... though he looked a little sad, too. He realized that he looked like he'd been crying. That hurt, Seto noted. He'd actually made Mokuba cry. He'd really messed with the poor boy's head.



"Ototo, wake up," he said softly. When this produced no result, he knelt down beside the bed and shook him gently. "Mokuba?" Mokuba groaned quietly in his sleep, and curled his fingers lightly over one of Seto's hands. He flushed. Damn, he was just... so... Seto leaned forward and kissed him.



He smelled... sweet. Without thinking, he flicked out his tongue to taste his lips... and then hurriedly pulled back. Oh. He was so horrible. At least he hadn't woken up, he saw with some relief. Okay, he really needed to stop doing things like that if he wanted to set things right. Miserable, he repeated himself: "Ototo, come on, wake up."



Sure, now he wakes up, Seto thought as Mokuba's eyes fluttered open. "Huh... ngh..." He looked up, and his eyes widened slightly. "...Nii-san?"



He smiled wryly. "Hi. I need to talk to you."



For a moment Mokuba had the blank look of someone who has just woken up and is going through a routine check. Arms, two, legs, two, where am I, what happened, oh my God. He gave a small, hopeless smile of his own. "Okay."



Mokuba sat up in bed, and Seto got off the floor and sat next to him - though not as close as he usually might, Mokuba noted. "Listen, I-" he started awkwardly.



"I'm sorry!" Mokuba blurted. "I know you must be really mad at me, but I... I'll stop, okay? Let's just forget about it. Just, please -" he looked down at his hands - "don't be mad at me. I'm sorry."



Seto gaped at him for a moment, and startled him by hugging him close. "I'm not mad at you! Don't think that, ototo. This is... all my fault. I must have... encouraged this somehow. I put it into your head."



Mokuba peered up at him. "What are you talking about?"



"I - I do like you, in a way I shouldn't, understand? And I know I must have done something to make you think it was okay, but it isn't! So, yes, let's forget about it. Can you do that?"



He frowned. "But, if you like me too, then why can't we-?"



Seto pushed him away and stood. "No! It's just wrong."



His frown deepened. "Is it because you're worried about your reputation? Kaiba Corp.?"



"Well... that's part of it," he admitted. "But, and I don't expect you to be able to understand this yet, it's just-"



Now Mokuba jumped up too, suddenly furious. "Stop it! I hate it when you treat me like a little kid! I understand just fine. You're scared!" Seto was too shocked to say anything, or to brace himself when Mokuba pushed him. He landed back on the bed, and Mokuba got up beside him and kissed him deeply. He thrust his tongue between Seto's unresisting lips; Seto moaned.



When they pulled apart, they were panting. "Mokuba..." he managed, feeling rather dazed.



Mokuba glared at him, though he was blushing rather a lot. "Anyway, I never thought you were the kind of person to let the rules stand in the way of something you wanted. You always just change the rules!"



Seto grinned weakly. "I don't know if I can pay off everyone in the world, Mokuba."



He shrugged. "So what? That's not really what's bothering you anyway, is it? It's not your fault, you know." He smiled. "I really do love you, you know, and I don't think there's anything wrong about it. I've loved you since before I was sure what that meant. And now I want you to make love to me."



Seto made a choking sound. "Mokuba! No!"



He pouted in what he hoped was a sexy way. "Please? Don't you want to?"



For once in his life, Seto Kaiba actually felt flustered. "Well, I - no. No, we-” He tried to get up, but Mokuba grabbed his shoulder and kissed him again.



"Does that feel wrong?" he demanded.



Seto shrugged him off in a rather more cold way than he liked. "It would be too soon, even if we were going to be-"



To his amazement, Mokuba giggled. "Too soon? How long would you say you've liked me?"



Seto shifted his weight. This discussion was making him really uncomfortable. "...A couple years, maybe?"


He nodded. "And I've liked you since forever, so I think we've waited long enough." He leaned up and whispered in his ear, making him shiver. "You do want to, really, don't you?"



Seto groaned. "Mokuba... You whore!"



He snickered. "Is that a yes? Then stop worrying already!"



And he couldn't help but laugh too. "It'll probably hurt, you know."



Mokuba just rolled his eyes, so Seto finally kissed him, pushing him gently on to his back. Damn... What was he getting himself into? There'd be no turning back soon at this rate, and he knew he really had to. And yet... he couldn't seem to stop...



He kissed down from his brother's lips to his neck, and Mokuba gasped slightly when he lapped at the boy's pulse point. Seto smiled wryly against his skin, and tried something. 'This is my brother I'm doing this to...' Thinking it so bluntly did make him feel a little ill... but... not enough. Not enough. He wasn't used to giving in, but it seemed like the only thing left to do here.



After a little bit he caught himself starting to take Mokuba's shirt off, and froze, mortified. Mokuba shot him an inquisitive look. "Are you... sure you want this?" he tried, smiling weakly.



"Yes! Do you still have to ask?"



He sat back awkwardly. "I... don't know, I-"



"Please!" Mokuba scrambled into a kneeling position next to him, grabbing his arm. "Please, nii-san... don't..." To his amazement, Seto realized the younger boy was about to cry.



That was just... too much, he discovered. He wouldn't make him cry again. Giving in couldn't possibly hurt as much as not giving in. Seto kissed him gently, and then he cried anyway, but they were happy tears. He kissed them away, and smiled.



"You win." He laughed at the strange words, and Mokuba laughed too, and then he slipped his younger brother's shirt up over his head.



In the city lights, his skin appeared to be made of gold. He kissed his collarbone at first, tentatively, but Mokuba's fingers in his hair urged him gradually lower. His flicked his tongue out over a nipple in spite of his better judgement, and Mokuba shivered and arched closer. Such a sweet taste... Intoxicated, he bit down gently, and started to become aware of the fact that his pants were too small. Suddenly, he chuckled.



"Ototo?" he whispered, somewhat hoarsely, in the other's ear. "You know what? You... taste a little like cotton candy. It's true, then. You are what you eat!" Mokuba flushed and scowled, but good naturedly.



"Oh yeah? Then I wonder what you taste like?" Seto blanched slightly, and wondered briefly who had taught his brother to be so forward, but when Mokuba started unbuttoning his shirt, he helped him.



Seto shuddered in pleasure; did it really feel that good? Mokuba ran his tongue roughly over a nipple, then suckled it; he moaned. The younger boy pulled away to laugh at him.



"Who would've thought you'd be the loud one?" he giggled; Seto mussed his hair.



"Brat," he said, somewhat breathlessly. Mokuba buried his face in the crook of his older brother's neck, and after a few moments started trailing absent-minded kisses across his jaw.



"Nii-san... will you really... make love to me?" he said, between kisses.



Seto smiled. "Yes." How could he possibly refuse? "It will hurt, though." Mokuba scoffed.



"Not doing it would hurt more, you know." Seto stared at him a moment, startled. Then he chuckled again.



"True."



He removed his own pants first, and was amused when Mokuba took his own turn at blushing. Seto kissed him on the forehead, laughing quietly, and then started taking off his pants as well. He tried not to stare too much, though he really was beautiful... "You're sure?" One last time, to clear his conscience...



Mokuba made a face at him. "No. Of course!"



He licked a finger. "Okay."



Mokuba squirmed impatiently under him while his inserted first one finger and then a second. "Hold still or I might hurt you," Seto said, kissing him lightly. He gave a small moan that made the older boy a bit impatient himself, but did his best to stop moving.



When he felt he was ready, Seto pulled out, to Mokuba's weak protests, and coated his own length with saliva. Mokuba watched him with half-lidded eyes, until he bent over him and kissed him. Being as gentle as he could, he pushed inside. The younger boy grimaced.


"I'm sorry," he said awkwardly.



"S'okay," he said a bit hoarsely. He shifted his hips, and gasped. "Please... move..."



How could he say no, when he put it like that? Seto pulled out partway and shifted forward again, causing Mokuba to writhe underneath him and clutch at his shoulders. Through a haze of un-thought Seto still managed to remember that this was supposed to be wrong, but, well... He reached down with one hand and began stroking Mokuba's length in time with their movements...



Mokuba came first, crying out in a way that made Seto quite glad it was nighttime. He came a moment later as the muscles around him clenched, with a shuddery moan of his own into Mokuba's sweat-drenched hair, and collapsed breathlessly next to him. Nothing was said for some time, until Mokuba snuggled closer to him.



"Aishiteru, nii-san..."



"Moaishiteru, ototo."



"Really?"



"Hnn? Of course."



"Then you don't regret it?"



Seto opened one eye, and saw that he looked completely earnest. He supposed he ought to be honest then, with himself as well... "...No."



Mokuba smiled. "Then... can we do it again, in the morning?"



Both eyes were open now, wide; he flushed. "Mokuba!"



"Is that a yes?"



"...Yes..."



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AN: Say it with me now: awwwww! :) It's finally finished! And so kawaii! At least, I thought so. Though I probably won't later. I have a tendency to go and reread old stories a few months after I finished them, and say 'whatthef#@$?" Eh... But still! (huggles Kaiba) Aw, he's so angsty! Hmm... I think I shall dedicate this story to both B-can and JessicaKittyDemon, B-chan as an apology for taking so long to write 'her' stories, and Jessica-chan to cheer her up :) Now, the important part: I shall give all nice reviewers pretty plushies! And flamers, remember, flames only boost my total number of reviews and get more people to read the story, so go ahead and flame XDConverting /tmp/phprGPmWg to /dev/stdout