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♥♥HAGA/MOKUBA � The littlest
Kaiba makes a new friend and turns it into something more. (Long One-shot, 7335
wrds)

♥
Disclaimer: I don�t own Yu-Gi-Oh. This is a cute as hell couple, though�

♥♥

The first time
he had seen Haga, shoving a poor duelist off of him on the boat away from
Duelists� Kingdom, he had looked like an irritating little pest. An asshole,
not to put too fine a point on it.

Of course, his
brother being who he was � Seto Kaiba, the biggest asshole anyone was ever
likely to meet, and proud of it � he thought he had a special insight into the
mind of most jerks. He knew there had to be something more. No one was just a
bad guy for no reason. There was either a reason behind why he acted as he did,
or he was hiding something.

Then he had
forgotten him for a while. Pegasus and Seto and Yuugi and his friends had taken
up all of his attention � until one day sometime before Battle City. He was
watching Seto rate duelists with his star system, and he noticed that both Haga
and the dinosaur guy, Ryuzaki, only got three.

�They�re
better than that,� he had argued. �Haga won the regionals � Ryuzaki was a good
second. They deserve more than three stars.� Even he hadn�t been brave enough
to argue when Seto had given Jou only one (or when Yuugi only got four, though
he really deserved five � as far as he knew, the only person to whom he gave
five was himself), but he was trying to make it as fair as possible to people
Seto had no real reason to hate.

Seto snorted.
�Did you see the strategies they used in that duel? Primitive, at best. I�m
being generous � if I�d been able to participate, neither of them would have
gotten anywhere near the finals.�

Mokuba let it
go. After all� he�d had no reason to care about either of them, right?

He had �
obviously � been distracted during most of Battle City, but he had been a
little disappointed to see that Haga didn�t make it to the finals. He�d been
hoping to learn more about him � or at least prove to Seto that he�d been right
about him. Now, he was sad that Nii-sama didn�t win, but he had other things on
his mind�

He was
searching out Haga, to tell him he was sorry he didn�t do any better. He was
staying in an apartment, by himself � which was really strange, given how old he
was. Kind of cool, too, Mokuba thought.

He knocked on
the door and waited. And waited. After a couple minutes he knocked again, ready
to leave. Obviously he wasn�t here � maybe he already went home, wherever his
home was, or maybe he was just out�

The door
opened just as he turned away. �What do you want?�

Mokuba turned
back with a smile. �Hi! I thought you weren�t here � I was just about to go.�
Haga was peering suspiciously at him through the crack between the door and the
frame, the chain stretched out above his head. �I�m Mokuba-�

�I know who
you are � you�re Kaiba�s little brother.� Haga looked like he was almost
sneering, then thought better of it. �The kid from Duelists� kingdom, too � the
one who took the chips from that guy they threw on my lap.�

Mokuba smiled
brightly. �You remember me!�

Haga didn�t
return the gesture. �So what do you want?�

�Can I come
in?�

�No.�

Mokuba gave
him a cute little pout, and he just stared at him for a moment, then closed the
door. Mokuba sighed; he thought Haga�d had enough of him. And he never even got
to tell him he was sorry for how things turned out�

The chain
rattled as it fell against the doorframe, and he smiled brightly, bouncing back
into the room almost before the door was opened. �Thanks!� he said brightly,
looking around with his quick stormy eyes. There was a battered old couch
sitting a few feet in front of a TV sitting on the floor, and one old chair,
and nothing else in the room. �Nice place! Kind of empty, though � are you
going back home now that the tournament�s over?�

Haga snorted.
�This is my home.� He sat down possessively on the tattered couch, looking up
at Mokuba as though daring him to say anything.

�Oh.� It
didn�t seem to faze the young Kaiba much as he sat on the couch beside him,
swinging his feet. �Then where are your parents? At work?�

The insect
duelist regarded him with green eyes narrowed coldly. �I don�t know where my
parents are, and I don�t care. If they wanted me, they wouldn�t have left, so I
don�t want them either.�

Mokuba blinked
once while he was assimilating that fact. �Oh�� he said. �So� you live here by
yourself? How do you pay for it?�

�What do you
think I wanted the Duelists� Kingdom money for?� he asked harshly, then looked
abruptly a little worried, mostly angry. �You going to tell on me now, aren�t
you � to your brother or the police or someone. Just so they can come and stick
me in a foster home, or an orphanage somewhere.�

Mokuba shook
his head vehemently, his black hair flying. �No! I won�t tell. I promise. I
don�t remember it much, but from how Seto reacts every time its mentioned, I
don�t think the orphanage was a very nice place� He kind of sneers and gets all
cold. You can really keep living here, though, right? I mean, you�re not going
to lose it and have to live on the street or something, are you?�

�Of course
not,� Haga told him. �I have a job after school, and I make enough money to
keep the apartment.� He looked proud of himself, but wary, as though daring
Mokuba to scorn his accomplishment in any way.

�That�s
great!� Mokuba said, genuinely happy for him. �If you need money, though��

Haga sneered.
�What � I should come to you? Yeah, right � like Kaiba�d be willing to give me
any money. I�m just a �third rate duelist�, after all.�

Mokuba
blinked. He hadn�t thought of that. �I guess you�re right,� he said, a little
downcast. His sweet, impetuous nature still wanted to help, though. �I�ll think
of something,� he assured him.

The
green-haired boy crossed his arm almost defensively in front of him. �I don�t
want your help, you little freak!� he said.

Mokuba looked
like he had been slapped. �I�� His bottom lip quivered as though he were about
to cry.

Haga was
instantly uncomfortable. �I�m sorry�� he said. �Don�t cry� I��

Mokuba
sniffled and nodded. �It�s okay. I should have known you did want anything to
do with me. I just wanted to tell you that I was sorry you didn�t do better in
the tournament; I thought you deserved to get into the finals.� He stood up and
went to the door. �So, I guess I�ll see you around,� he said, smiled a little,
and took off.

Haga blinked a
couple times, assimilating what he�d said. That little freak�

♥

�Where�s
Mokuba?� Seto demanded as he stepped into the house, eyes sweeping the room and
seeing no dark tornado whirling toward him.

�He said he
was going to a friend�s house,� he was informed by the man who looked after
Mokuba and the house until he came home. He nodded; Mokuba should have told him
that before he went, but he wasn�t going to get angry with him for it� �Also,�
Isono went on, �he said he was taking some money. I think they wanted to go
shopping or something.�

Seto nodded.
That was fine. �How much?�

His employee
smiled a very little, as though Seto was either going to find this highly
amusing or fire him for it. �I believe he said he was taking a thousand
dollars.�

Seto, for a
moment, could only stare. He�d thought fifty, maybe, at the outside� a thousand?
Mokuba, despite having a massive fortune at his disposal, was usually good
about not spending much of it�

�A thousand?�
he finally managed.

Isono shrugged.
�I let him take it; it is his money, after all.� That was true� as the
nominative Vice President of KaibaCorp, Mokuba didn�t have very many duties
except to screen things before they bothered Seto and take care of little
stupid problems that shouldn�t have been a problem in the first place or be
there when Seto wasn�t, but he had been making a salary of around a hundred and
fifty thousand dollars a year, for the last four years� But he rarely spent
much of it�

�It�s all
right,� Seto said finally. �It is his money�� And it wasn�t like they�d
ever touched Mokuba�s money for anything anyway. Still, he wondered who this
friend was�

Isono nodded.
�I�m going to go then, if that�s all right.� Seto nodded absently, and the
blond donned his coat and left, passing Seto as he headed to his office in the
house. He had work he could still do� But, who was Mokuba going out to spend a
thousand dollars with?

♥

Mokuba knocked
cheerily at the same door he�d been at a couple days ago. He heard the TV
inside suddenly cut out, as though the person was trying to pretend they
weren�t there; he grinned. �Haga, open up � it�s me!�

The door
opened to reveal the scowling green-haired teenager, this time without a chain.
�What do you want again?� he demanded.

Mokuba wasn�t
put off, and grabbed Haga�s arm. �Come on!� he said, trying to pull him from
the room. �We�re going shopping!�

Haga resisted,
though their sizes and weights were pretty similar. �Shopping? What are you
talking about?� He held onto the door to brace himself, in an attempt to keep
from succumbing to the eager twelve-year-old.

�I mean,�
Mokuba said in slight exasperation, �that we�re going to go out and spend
money, and then your apartment will be the coolest-looking thing you�ve ever
seen!�

�What? Your
brother gave you money to spend on me?�

�No, of course
not,� Mokuba said. �Seto might be rich, but he doesn�t give it away easily. I
got some of my own money. Now come on!�

�No!� Haga
said, yanking his arm back. �I don�t want your pity!� He started to slam to
door shut.

Mokuba put
both hands out and managed to stop it, deadlocking it in place as they both
pushed on it with their whole weight. �I�m not doing this out of pity, Haga!�
he said, trying to keep the door open, though he felt his feet slipping. �I
just thought that since I have money and you don�t, and I like you, why not
spend my money on you?�

The door
suddenly flew open, and Mokuba fell to his knees, caught off guard. He found
himself right in front of Haga, who had apparently fallen backward and was
sitting back with his knees bent, supporting himself on his arms. �What?� he
asked, in shock.

�What what?�
Mokuba asked, confused.

�You said you
liked me.�

�Yeah, I do.�
Mokuba smiled brightly and stood up, pulling the still limp bug fanatic to his
feet.

�But� nobody
likes me!� Haga protested weakly.

�I do,� Mokuba
said. �And what about Ryuzaki? Aren�t you guys friends?�

Haga�s face
darkened for a minute. �We were,� he said, pushing his glasses back up his
nose. �Then he turned into a jerk.�

�Oh. Sorry to
hear that.� Mokuba paused long enough to be decently polite, then pulled on his
hand again. �Come on � I still want to go.�

Against every
better judgment he possessed, Haga let himself be pulled from his apartment by
the hyper boy. �Where are we going?�

�It�s your
apartment,� Mokuba said cheerfully, still holding Haga�s hand and pulling him
forward. �We can go get anything you want � but, I only have a thousand dollars
with me, and I�d have to get Seto�s okay to get more��

�A thousand
dollars�?� Haga suddenly felt weak. He�d never dreamed of having that much
money just to waste on decorating� He always had to buy food and pay the rent
and make sure the heat stayed on� he didn�t even have a phone, and sometimes he
couldn�t pay for the electricity, but that was okay, because he could live
without it. A thousand dollars�?

�Ah-huh. So, what
do you want first?�

His mind was
utterly, completely blank. He had always thought about what he would buy if he
had more money, but this was� wow. �I��

�That�s okay,�
Mokuba said, obviously realizing the problem and not minding. �I�ll help you
pick out stuff. Let�s go to the mall first � I don�t get to go there very often
� Seto thinks it�s a waste of time and money, and it is, but that�s okay.� He
gave a bright smile again. �Maybe they�ll have some stuff there that you like.�

He found that
he couldn�t argue, and Mokuba dragged him along. He wondered how long Mokuba
was planning on holding his hand, and when it would start to look weird.

♥

�There!�
Mokuba said, looking around the bedroom they had just finished redecorating.
�See! So much cooler! And that�s only like five hundred��

Haga had to
admit that it looked way better. His old lumpy mattress that had sat on the
bare hardwood floor and the cardboard boxes of clothes had been replaced by a
waterbed � a waterbed � and a couple of tables and a nice-looking
dresser on top of a large lime-green area rug with the picture of a scarab on
it. The bedding all matched the rug, and there were now posters decorating his
walls of Duel Monsters and Green Day.

The other five
hundred-ish dollars had gone to the living room � he was now the proud owner of
a bright green couch and two matching chairs, with Mokuba�s promise that they
would go back again in a few days and make the rest of the room look just as
great as the bedroom did. Haga didn�t much mind � he had never dreamed that
anything in his apartment could look as great as this did.

Mokuba broke
his train of thought by giving a whoop and jumping up onto the bed, cackling in
glee as he felt it undulate under him. �Come on, Haga!� he yelled, gesturing
wildly toward him as though he were on the other side of a crowded parking lot
or something. �Seto says I�m not allowed to jump on mine, but it�s awesome!
Come on!�

Haga shook his
head. Jumping on a bed? How childish was that? And he wasn�t some little twelve-year-old�
but it did look fun� and he was only two years older�.

Mokuba frowned
when he saw his refusal. �Come on!� He wriggled his way off the bed and grabbed
his hand again, yanking his reluctant form toward the bed. �It�s great!�

He shook his head
again and tried to pull back. �No, Mokuba, I � stop!� It was no use � Mokuba
pushed him down not the bed on his back and jumped up after him, lying on his
back and laughing as the waves rocked his to and fro. Haga couldn�t help
himself; he began laughing too, letting himself enjoy it almost against his
will.

�See!� Mokuba
said, sitting up to bounce and create more waves. Haga laughed in surprise as
he was tumbled almost completely on top of Mokuba, pushing himself up to keep
from crushing him but still laughing. Mokuba was laughing too, looking up at
him, Haga started to move away as the bed stilled, but Mokuba made him freeze
by leaning up and kissing him on the cheek.

Then Mokuba
laughed again, as Haga froze and turned instantly bright red. �You�re even cute
than Seto when I do that,� he said. �He just kind of gets all tense. You should
see yourself!� He squirmed out from under him, still laughing. Haga started to
breathe again, and sat down, trying to make his blush go away.

�Why�d you do
that?�

Mokuba
shrugged. �Felt like it.� He bounced a little on the bed, then looked at the
new digital clock, black with bright green numbers. �I should go home, but I�ll
come back in a couple days,� he said, sliding from the bed, messing up the
covers even more. Haga was a little disappointed, though he didn�t quite know
why. Spending time with Mokuba was just fun. He knew he should feel like a
loser for hanging out with a little kid � but this was the first in a long time
that he hadn�t felt like a loser.

�Okay,� he
said reluctantly, getting off the bed himself. �If you don�t want to go
anywhere, that�d be cool too� I mean, I don�t know why you�d just want to hang
out here, but if you did�� He found himself blushing again; he was so stupid!
Even if Mokuba wasn�t just pitying him, he wouldn�t want to just hang out here,
in this dump�

�Sure!� Mokuba
said. �That sounds like fun!� He giggled again. �You should really go take a
look at yourself; you�re so cute when you blush!� Before Haga could even
properly process the statement, much less formulate a response, Mokuba had
gone, and he was left to realize that he had just called him cute � for the
second time � all alone.

At least
Mokuba wasn�t around to see him blush again.

♥

Mokuba was
giggling at the movie they were watching on the new huge plasma TV they had
outfitted his apartment with; it had taken a whole day�s allowance of a
thousand dollars, but it was worth it. He�d never seen anything like it � and
he owned it� The movie really was funny, though, and Haga himself wasn�t very
far from giggling either. Not that he would ever giggle around anyone else.
Cackle, maybe, or chuckle, maybe even some maniacal laughter� but never giggle.

Mokuba
suddenly sighed a little and leaned again him, making him blush a little again.
�This is great,� he said. �I�m glad you want to keep hanging out with me.�

�I�m glad you
want to keep hanging out with me,� Haga said. Did it sound dorky to say
that? Probably. He didn�t care much. Having Mokuba as a friend was awesome,
even if he did keep making all sorts of comments or actions that almost seemed
like he liked him� not just like, but like. Nobody�d ever liked
him like that before, though, so he knew he was just imagining it. Mokuba was
only twelve, too � he was too innocent to be acting like that and meaning it.

Just as he
thought that, Mokuba shifted against him and turned to kiss him lightly. On the
lips. Haga turned instantly scarlet, surprised and embarrassed, but Mokuba just
looked into his eyes, looking serious for once. �Haga?� he said. �Do you wanna
go out with me?�

Haga only
gaped like a fish out of water for a moment. He had no idea how to answer that�

�It�s okay if
you don�t,� Mokuba sighed, turning around to sit against him. �I didn�t think
you would, but I just wanted to try.�

It was
probably the calm way Mokuba accepted it, without freaking out or crying or
anything, that allowed Haga to find his voice again. �I-it�s not that I�� he
stammered, then changed thoughts. �Why do you want me to?�

�You�re cool,�
Mokuba said simply. �I like you. I thought you might like me back. It�s okay,
though. We can just be friends.�

Haga blinked.
That was so� mature. Way more mature than anyone else he had ever seen in any
situation like this� not with him, of course, but at school or on TV. �You
really like me�?� he asked hesitantly. Mokuba just nodded with his puffy
black head resting against Haga�s
shoulder.

Haga tried to
think rationally about it. Mokuba was cool� and they were only two years apart.
People dated people way younger than them all the time. He didn�t really know
if he liked Mokuba that way, but he could figure that out later� Mokuba looked
like he�d be cool if he told him so� but, there was Kaiba�.

�Your brother
would kill me!�

Mokuba shook
his head. �He doesn�t have to know. He doesn�t have a problem with me seeing my
friends. And we could just keep coming here, even though I�d like to take you
see our mansion�� He sounded like he knew he was wavering, and was trying to
convince him.

And Haga was
wavering greatly� He couldn�t� but, he kind of wanted to� and Mokuba really did
like him� �I guess,� he said finally. �As long as your brother doesn�t find
out. Because he really would kill me.�

Mokuba smiled
happily and wriggled his way under Haga�s arm to kiss him again. �Thank you!�
he said. �But you really have to stop blushing every time I kiss you.�

Haga couldn�t
help it, but it wasn�t all from embarrassment this time, as he hesitantly put
his arms around Mokuba. It didn�t feel bad at all.

♥

�I�m going to
my friend�s house!� Mokuba called to Seto as he ran past his office, only to be
caught by a long arm just before he was out of reach.

�Is this that
friend you�ve spent almost ten thousand dollars on?�

Mokuba nodded,
smiling. �We were fixing up his apartment.�

�Who is it?�

�It�s a
secret!� Mokuba said, wriggling from his brother�s grasp and running sprightily
down the hall. �I�ll see you later!�

�I�m going
back to the office, so there might not be anyone here when you get back,� he
said. Mokuba just waved and ran around the corner.

Seto smiled
very slightly, shaking his head. His brother could be kind of a freak�
Apparently, an extremely generous freak. He spent ten thousand dollars on his
friend�s house� Seto knew he might never do something like that, but he could
appreciate the gesture on Mokuba�s part.

Mokuba bounced
into Haga�s apartment. He wasn�t here, and he wouldn�t be for almost another
hour, but he wanted to be here when he finally got off work and surprise him.
Haga said he wasn�t allowed to bother him at work anymore� He almost made him
lose his job last time, apparently.

He bounced on
the couch for a little while then turned on the TV, watching it while bouncing
on the couch. Then, when that got boring, he turned it off and bounced over to
the window to wait for him. Waiting was sooooo boring, though�

Somehow, he
managed to miss Haga as he walked past toward the building, but he heard him
coming and bounced over to stand behind the door. When Haga shut it, he leapt
up and grabbed him.

�Carry me,
Haga-koi!�

�Oof!� was the
first thing Haga said, then stumbled toward the couch. �Moki� I can�t carry
you� we�re the same size!� He managed to stumble over with Mokuba on his back
and collapse onto the couch, laughing breathlessly. Mokuba was fairly shrieking
with laughter, and he rolled over to face him, a grin on his face as his
fingers automatically sought out ticklish spots on Mokuba�s body� which, as he
had learned, was pretty much everywhere. He focused on his sides, though, as
Mokuba beat helplessly at his shoulders, gasping for breath between piercing
laughs, until he finally grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down, kissing him
to make him stop.

It worked, and
Haga sat up, still grinning, pulling Mokuba up with him. The younger boy leaned
against him, his shoulder resting contentedly on his shoulder, while Haga
leaned back against the couch with his arms around him. Mokuba was still and
quiet� that would only last for about another�. Three� Two�. One�

�Guess what,
Haga?� Mokuba said suddenly, bolting upright in his random, hyper way. Haga was
snickering slightly at his perfect timing, but managed to answer.

�What, Moki?�

Mokuba
grinned. �Seto went back to the office right after I left, so he won�t be there
for hours, if he comes home at all! You can come over and see the mansion, and
he�ll never have to know!�

Haga thought
about it. �You�re sure he�s not going to be there at all?�

�Of course I�m
sure,� Mokuba said. �Come on� please say you will! I have a surprise for you if
you will��

Haga raised
his eyebrows and grinned a little. �I get to go visit your mansion and I
get a surprise?� He kissed him lightly. Let�s go. As long as you�re sure he
won�t be there.�

�Of course I�m
sure,� Mokuba said again, giving him a light swat as he slid out of his grasp.
�Now come on.� He pulled him off the couch and out the door before he had a
chance to raise another protest even if he wanted to.

He managed to
regain his balance and presence of mind enough as they went outside to move
under his own power instead of being dragged along by Mokuba. It was kind of
chilly, and they had a ways to walk; he wrapped an arm around Mokuba�s
shoulders and smiled slightly as he snuggled up close to him.

�He�s really
not going to be there, right?�

Mokuba just
smiled a little and pulled him forward as the mansion finally came into view.
They slipped through the gates and ran up to the ornate white front doors,
which Mokuba shoved open, and hopped inside, sighing simultaneously in the
sudden warmth.

Mokuba grinned
and grabbed his hand again, pulling him forward. �You get the grand tour!� he
said, and pulled him excitedly forward. The �grand tour� apparently consisted
of a rather brief glance into all the interesting rooms � enough for him to be
awed by the hugeness of the mansion itself and the obvious money that went into
furnishing it, but not enough for him to get accustomed. Actually, as Mokuba�s
intent was to awe him, he knew what he was doing.

�This is my
room!� Mokuba said, pulling him into another bedroom. He pulled him down onto
the bed with a giggle; it was a waterbed, almost exactly like Haga�s. He
remembered him saying that he wasn�t allowed to play on it and took great
pleasure in bouncing up and down to make it sway, and thusly make his young
boyfriend shriek with laughter as he often did. It always made him smile, to
hear that.

Mokuba�s room was,
admittedly, a terrible mess; apparently, he was supposed to clean it himself,
not the maids, and often neglected to do so. He had videogames and board games
scattered everywhere, a couple decks of cards, differentiated by their backs,
scattered over the floor. �Don�t clean much, do you?�

Mokuba
grinned. �Nah. What�s the point? If I let it get messy enough, Seto just gets
fed up and tells one of the maids to clean it.� He bounced a little more.

�So,� he
asked, wrapping his arms around Mokuba. �Is this where I get my surprise?�

Mokuba perked up.
�Oh, your surprise!� He fairly pulled him off the bed. �No, that�s in Seto�s
room! Come on!�

He followed, a
little amused, but more concerned. �You didn�t say anything about going into
your brother�s room� I�m not so sure we should.�

�It�ll be okay,� Mokuba assured him. �Come on. He
won�t be home till after midnight. He�ll never know we were there.�

It was with
great reluctance and not a little anticipation that he followed, as Mokuba
pushed open the plain door to Seto�s room. Without a look around, he led him
over to the bed and made him sit down. He took the opportunity to inspect the
bedroom; it was much plainer than he�d thought it would be. There was just a
plain bed � not even a waterbed, like Mokuba had � with a couple plain white
sheets, a bare wood dresser, plain white walls. It seemed Seto Kaiba wasn�t
actually that interesting a person.

Mokuba had
been rummaging under the mattress, and he finally sat up with a triumphant
�aha!� �Here it is!� He said, holding something aloft. Haga blinked; it
appeared he had found a magazine. Didn�t most guys keep porno magazines under
their mattress�?

�What�s that?� he asked. Mokuba just grinned and
turned it around to show him. He immediately blushed again � Seto Kaiba was
just like other guys� and not nearly as straight as he seemed.

Mokuba laughed
at him again. �You�re blushing again,� he said. �Come on, look at it with me.
It�s pretty cool. I haven�t seen this one� I don�t know where Seto keeps the
old issues, though. He just keeps the current one under his bed.� He sat back
against the headboard; with a bit of trepidation, Haga did the same, sitting
beside him and looking over his shoulder. Mokuba opened it and handed him one
page, so that they could both look at it. He flipped through the pages until they
were looking at the center page; they had to turn it so that it was upright,
and Haga just stared. Mokuba stared with him. There was a hot guy with long
hair and well-defined muscles in a (really!) tight thong looking seductively at
them with his hands on his own nipples.

�Wow�� Haga
said.

�That�s�
pretty hot�� Mokuba agreed. He pulled his knees up to his chest as they looked;
Haga�s brain was too fried to attribute any importance to that action as he
shifted slightly to make his pants at least a little more comfortable. �What
else is there�?�

Mokuba flipped back a bit. �They keep the really
hard-core stuff in the back�� he said. Haga�s eyes widened as he saw what
Mokuba meant, and he heard Mokuba�s voice catch.

�I didn�t even
know you could do that��

Mokuba
giggled. �You don�t have much imagination, do you?�

�You do?�

�Enough to
imagine that�� He turned the page after a moment. �Not that, though�� They both
took in the picture for a moment. Haga had to shift again; this time, he
realized it when Mokuba did too, and inspiration struck him. For once in this
relationship, he decided not to be afraid and to take the initiative.

�Mokuba� did
you want to�?�

Mokuba looked
at him and smiled shyly. �If you do.�

At that moment,
he thought Mokuba�s slightly bashful face was a hundred times hotter than
anything in that magazine, and nodded. Mokuba folded up the magazine again and
set it aside, and looked at Haga again.

�I�ve never
done this before��

�Neither have
I.�

Mokuba smiled.
�Okay.�

Haga took a
breath and leaned forward to kiss him again, and Mokuba kissed him back. For a
moment, Haga considered the idea that they should go back to Mokuba�s room, or
to his own apartment� but Kaiba wasn�t going to be back, after all. He kissed
him again once, then pulled back.

�We should��
he started, fingering Mokuba�s shirt.

Mokuba nodded.
�Yeah.� He pulled it off from the bottom up, making his hair fall down
afterward. For some reason, Haga found the sight of his boyfriend�s hair,
falling like that, incredibly arousing� He fumbled to get his own shirt
unbuttoned, and managed to get all of his clothes off and scattered over
Kaiba�s bed around them without looking at Mokuba again, because he knew he�d
get too distracted if he did.

Mokuba smiled
at him when he looked back up. They were both naked now, and Haga had to smile
back. Mokuba�s slightly-chubby little body was beautiful, especially with all
his hair falling behind him like that�

He blushed
again when he realized that Mokuba was inspecting him and smiling. �You�re way
hotter than me�� he said, looking away.

Mokuba crawled
over closer to him and raised his head up, then kissed him again. Mokuba was a
really good kisser�

Haga, though
he had never had anything like that magazine of Kaiba�s, had read some stories
and he knew more or less what he was doing, even though he�d never had any
practice. He hoped so anyway.

Mokuba,
however, enjoyed reading Seto�s magazines, and had at least as good an idea. He
smiled at Haga again and got on his knees, presenting himself to Haga, who
barely stifled a groan.

�This looked
like the easiest way,� he said, looking back over his shoulder. Haga nodded
mutely, but couldn�t move for a moment. Mokuba was so hot�

Mokuba smiled at
him, and he moved behind him. For a second, he just touched him, wanting to
feel that pale skin� then he remembered what he�d read and pushed one finger
between his smooth, pale cheeks and into his entrance. �Tell me if I hurt you��
he said.

�I will,� Mokuba
promised, almost subconsciously pushing back against his finger. �Keep going,
though� that feels pretty okay.�

Haga nodded
and slid his finger in and out, then put another finger in, spreading them
apart a little. Mokuba hissed a little, and Haga quickly drew his fingers out.
�Sorry!�

�No, it just
takes a little getting used to. Keep going.�

Haga
hesitantly pushed his fingers back in, taking his time to stretch him out and
try to make sure it wouldn�t be uncomfortable for him before continuing on.
When it got easy, he added his third finger and just moved them in and out for
a little while before moving them apart. Mokuba was squirming a little.

�Come on,
Haga�� he whined. �You�re just teasing! I want more!�

�Okay�� He
didn�t sound very sure of himself, but if it was what Mokuba wanted� he pulled
his fingers out and took some care to position himself. �Are you ready, Moki?�

Mokuba nodded.
�Yeah � do it.�

With a deep
breath, Haga slowly pushed himself forward. �Ah�� Mokuba gasped, and Haga
froze.

�Are you all
right?�

Mokuba nodded.
�It just hurts a little. Keep going��

He did, hoping
he wouldn�t hurt him any more. He stopped just as his tip was seated nicely,
breathing a little deeply. �Wow�� was all he could say. He had never
experienced anything like this. �Are you all right, Moki?�

Mokuba nodded.
�Feels kinda strange�� He shifted, making Haga gasp a little. �You can move
now��

Haga nodded,
though Mokuba couldn�t see it, and took care pushing the rest of himself in. Mokuba
shifted again, but that was the only sign of discomfort. He paused again when
he was fully seated until Mokuba started seeming impatient; apparently it
didn�t really hurt anymore.

�You still
okay?�

�I told you
I�d tell you if it hurt,� he said. �Come on. Don�t worry so much.�

Haga didn�t
reply, only pulled out a little ways and pushed himself back in. Mokuba
experimentally pushed back against him. It felt incredibly good, to Haga� and
Mokuba made a noise that sounded like he liked it too, encouraging him. His
insecurity evaporated as the pleasure mounted.

They found a
rhythm that worked for them; Mokuba began to moan before long. �Haga�� he
gasped, and shifted; when he thrust back in again, his angle was different and
Mokuba cried out loudly, but even Haga could tell it was in pleasure. It was a
sexy cry, and he groaned a little, thrusting in the next time harder and
faster. Mokuba�s arm gave out and he rested his forehead on one of them, the
other lifting his hand to his own member and stroking it quickly, more or less
in time with Haga�s thrusts.

Haga groaned.
�Moki�� he gasped out; Mokuba suddenly tensed up and shuddered as he came into
his hand and on the bed, with a quiet cry. Haga actually whimpered a little and
thrust hard again into the impossibly tight passage, crying out Moki�s name as
his release suddenly crashed over him, thrusting shallowly until he was spent.

Haga let go of
Mokuba�s hips and sat back on the bed, puling out of him as he did. Mokuba
pulled him down beside him as he rolled over, and snuggled into his chest. Both
of them were breathing hard, and Haga wrapped his arms around his young lover.

�Yecch�� he
said, as soon as he could think again. �Messy��

Mokuba smiled
against him. �But it felt so good�� Haga nodded dumbly. It felt very good�
They�d be doing it again soon, he hoped. Maybe Mokuba could find Kaiba�s old
magazines and steal a few for them to keep at his place�

�Seto has his
own bathroom,� Mokuba said after a little while. His breathing sounded back to
normal. �We can go clean up.�

�We probably
should�� Haga agreed. Neither of them made any move to get up, however; it was
just too comfortable to lie there. Eventually, Mokuba sat up with a groan, and
pulled on Haga�s hand to get him up too. They wandered into the bathroom and
took a long shower together. Haga found it incredibly amusing to wash Mokuba�s
mass of hair, reveling in its shiny smoothness� he loved Mokuba�s hair. It was
nothing like his�

Mokuba giggled
as he ran out of the bathroom, clad in only his underwear, and Haga ran after
him, dressed the same. He leapt forward and tackled the younger boy to the bed,
but Mokuba laughed and squirmed away, wriggling his way beneath the sheet. Haga
grinned and followed him, and quickly pinned him down, sitting on top of his
legs. He grabbed his wrists and held them down above his head, using his other
hand to tickle him. For a while he shrieked with laughter, but before long he
was too breathless to even do so and just squirmed, laughing silently.

They heard the
door slam open, then quickly shut. Haga stopped what he was doing and threw the
sheet off of them, looking over his shoulder as Mokuba peered around his arm.

�Your
brother�s gone, right?�

�Yes� at his
friend�s��

Both boys were
shocked at the spectacle before them. Bakura was hungrily attacking Seto�s neck
as he pressed him against the door. The brunet looked completely boneless as he
leaned there with Bakura supporting him, moaning wantonly with his shirt
hanging open and coat gone.

�Good� because
you�re going to fucking scream��

Neither of the
boys realized they made a noise, but Seto�s eyes suddenly opened. At first he
froze and colored pale pink, embarrassed and shocked. Then he pushed Bakura
away, his eyes focused on the two of them.

�Haga� run,�
Mokuba said.

He didn�t need
to be told twice, and he scrambled off the bed, trying to bolt for the door as
the other two moved away from it. He thought he had it made� Until he felt his
hair grabbed and yanked backward, with a yelp.

Seto slammed
him into the wall, holding his upper arm tightly. He didn�t say a word; he
looked like he was too angry for that. His glare of death said it all, and
promised horribly, terribly painful punishment as soon as he calmed down enough
to deliver it.

�You�� he
finally managed.

�What about
me?� Haga demanded with a sneer, struggling.

�You are going
to fucking die,� Seto said quietly. �Are you aware that my brother is twelve
years old?�

�So what? I�m
only fourteen.�

�I�ll send you
to prison until you�re fifty!�

Mokuba stood
up, mostly redressed, pulling his shirt on. �Seto, let him go!� he commanded.

Seto glared at
Mokuba, then back at Haga. �No. He�ll go to prison until he�s fifty, if
the police ever find him.� He started to yank him away from the wall.

Mokuba stood
in front of the door. �I said let him go! He didn�t do anything!�

Seto fairly
spluttered. �Didn�t do anything? Mokuba, I�m not an idiot � I know exactly
what he did!�

�He didn�t do anything
I didn�t want him to! He�s my boyfriend! This was mostly my idea!�

Seto shook his
head. Almost as though he didn�t want to believe it. �Mokuba� you two just��

�We saw you
with Bakura! Weren�t you going to do the same thing?�

�I�m an adult,
not a twelve year old kid! And this is not only my house, but my room!�
Regardless, Seto flushed slightly again.

�Let him go,�
Bakura said, from where he was leaning against the wall in amusement. �Does it really
matter if he fucked your brother? You can take care of it later. It won�t even
look so bad in the morning.�

Seto looked at
Bakura, Mokuba, then Haga, fixing him with a glare that made him feel like he
was going to catch on fire, finally back to Mokuba. �Tell me one thing,� he
finally asked his brother. �Was this the first time?�

�Yes,� Mokuba
said. Seto said nothing but threw Haga�s arm away from him. Mokuba quickly
gathered his clothes for him and they fled.

�Your
brother�s going to kill me�� he moaned as they finally got to Mokuba�s room. �I
told you he was going to kill me��

�Hey, it�s
okay,� Mokuba said, but his smile wasn�t quite as bright. �He really won�t do
anything that bad�� He still seemed a little worried, as he put his arms around
Haga. �But, still� You�d better get out of here, before Seto comes looking for
you��

Haga nodded,
paling a little at the thought, and redressed quickly. �Well�� he said, �If I
never see you again��

�Hey, you
will!� Mokuba said. He kissed him lightly on the cheek, before almost shoving
him out the door.

The walk home
was less than pleasant. All Haga could think about was how Kaiba was going to
kill him� There were rumors about how Kaiba killed anyone who got in his way
and Yuugi was living on borrowed time� He was never going to see Mokuba again!

He collapsed
on his waterbed and curled up in a ball, almost crying. Kaiba was never going
to let him see Mokuba again�

♥

�Get over it,�
Bakura said casually, tired of waiting.

Seto glared at
him from where he was still leaning against the wall, staring moodily at his
bed. �Fuck you.�

�If you ever
get over it, it�ll be the other way around.�

Seto glared at
his bed. �My twelve year old brother just lost his virginity to that little bug
freak in my bed. He�s twelve!�

�And obviously
horny,� Bakura said. �There�s nothing you can do about it. Except maybe not let
them be alone together. Of course, then they�ll just sneak around behind your
back.�

�You�re an
asshole, Bakura.�

�What,
actually, is bothering you?�

Seto glared at
his bed. �He�s twelve.�

�And?�

�And it was
with that little moron.�

�And?�

�And they were
reading my porn, obviously.�

Bakura
smirked, thumbing through the magazine. �Baby shit,� he said. �Why don�t you get
the good stuff? What else?�

�And it was in
my bed.�

�And?�

�Isn�t that
enough?�

�You would
think,� Bakura said casually. �What else?�

Seto rested
his head in his hands. �And he lost his virginity before I did.�

Bakura smiled.
�See, I knew we would get to the real problem eventually. Of course, if you�d
let me fuck you at your work like I wanted, it wouldn�t have been an issue.�

�Fuck you.
That�s not happening.�

�Come here and
we�ll see about that.�

�I�m not doing
it there.�

Bakura smirked
and came to him. �Fine,� he said, pressing him back against the wall. �Here is
good too.� Seto couldn�t hold back his moan completely as Bakura kissed him,
and his resistance crumbled.

♥

Mokuba bounced
into Haga�s apartment and onto his lap. �Hiya, Haga!�

Haga smiled in
surprise. �Mokuba! What are you doing here? I thought��

�Seto says I�m
not allowed to see you alone anymore�� Mokuba said. �Isono�s waiting outside to
take us someplace public, but it can be anywhere we want.�

�He�s our
chaperone?�

Mokuba nodded.
�Yeah, he is. But at least Seto said we could still see each other!�

Haga nodded
and kissed him. �I thought I�d never see you again.�

Mokuba smiled.
�I made Seto let us. Now come on � I want to go to the movies.� He pulled Haga
off of the couch and out the door.

♥End♥

Notes:
♥ I used the Japanese
names, you may have noticed, but the English order (�Seto Kaiba�� etc.) and
dollars. The sad fact is, I would have done it all Japanese style, if I could
convert dollars to yen. ^_^
♥ I just now learned that
it is waaaaaay easier to write a lemon for an experienced, even slutty couple,
or at least one of them, than a pair of people who have no idea what they�re
doing�
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