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Of Dice and Dragons	By : WittyPhantom Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4344 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Hey guys… yes this should have been up last week, but let’s just say i’ve been having a few… personal dilemmas which resulted in an extended period of depression
Oh yeah, and school has been a bitch and is running me up the wall… I really should be working now… but I should be doing a lot of things…
I apologize to anyone who doesn’t like where Mokuba’s character is going… because I just love the little punk, though just for the record, my heart is already spoken for and it’s not Mokuba. ;)
Yeah… enjoy! And review please? The lack of reviews is truly depressing… :’(

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Chez Kaiba

The day’s first golden rays of sunlight shone in through the open French doors which led from the balcony into Seto Kaiba’s majestic master bedroom. Not even the black carpet could dispel the inherent illusion of grandeur in the room. It wasn’t particularly welrnisrnished, a couple of white, oversized armchairs (with one conspicuously missing) constituted a seating area near the center of the room and a black office desk adorned the far wall, blending into the carpet, yet useful for those long work nights when Seto couldn’t bear to be at the Kaiba Corporation building, or downstairs in his study. But by far, the most illustrious piece in the room was the bed, the magnificent four-poster king sized bed. The sheets themselves were made of the fineualiuality royal blue silk, as was the cover which went over the whole ensemble. Even the down-filled comforter was the same shade of blue. White pillows were used as accents as well as the long, sheer white canopy which cascaded down from high atop the four black, wood posts, hiding whatever figure was sleeping within.

But this morning, the bed was undisturbed, its usual occupant concerned with more pressing matters. One of the white armchairs had found its way onto the balcony and Seto found himself sitting in it, silently watching the beautiful sunrise. However, he found nothing more beautiful in this world than the sight of his loverhis his arms, curled up against his chest and firmly seated in his lap, both men clad only is restricting, tight boxers. Otogi stirred slightly before nuzzling Seto’s neck and turning his green eyes up to meet Seto’s blue ones, then cuddling into his love’s chest once more and sharing the sunrise in a moment of silent bliss. Seto smiled and kissed Otogi on the forehead, tightening his grip with one arm around Otogi’s waist. He brought his other hand up and gently began playing with strands of ebony hair, taking note that they smelled like citrus fruit… how familiar…

Now, back in the real, not-dream world, Seto awoke in his bed as he did every morning. But today he couldn’t help but ask himself if everything was just a dream, it all felt so real, so perfecIt wIt was about then that he became aware of the warm body next to him which he had his arms firmly wrapped around. He noticed the faint scent of citrus on the other’s black hair. Seto tightened his grip around his other and was about to let the other’s stready breathing lull him back to sleep when the smaller one suddenly stirred.

“Good morning, love.” Seto cooed in his ear.

“Hmmm?” the other replied, too out of it to be considered awake.

“Otogi, what did we do last night to make me feel so euphoric?”

“Seto?”

“Yessm?” Seto mumbled sleepily, tightening his grip in an effort to draw the other closer to his body.

“Big brother, you’re hurting me!” Mokuba cried out, struggling to pry Seto’s arms apart, “Geez, you’re crushing my ribs!”

This got Seto’s attention. His eyes shot open and he scrambled away… and right off the side of the bed. Unable to pick himself off the floor, Seto just poked his head up high enough so his eyes could see over the blankets and make out Mokuba’s half clothed form, wrapped snugly under the covers. Seto just didn’t want his younger brother to see the shade of red he had turned when he realized he had mistaken his brother for his lover. Seto cursed himself for not knowing better, though. Mokuba was the only one in Domino to use shampoo which smelled that fruity, as it had to be specially imported from Spain and cost an arm, a leg, and the better part of one’s torso to buy.

“Mokuba, what the hell are you doing in my room?” Seto demanded, not angrily, but more dumbfounded shock.

“Well, I couldn’t sleep… and I heard you screaming, so I came in here. Turns out the only one having nightmares around here oingoing to be me.”

“Screaming you say? From me? Mokuba, you’re obviously hearing things… again.” Seto said, laughing nervously. Almost as quickly as he had lost it, he regained his composure and added, “That doesn’t explain why you’re in my bed.”

“Weren’t you paying attention? I said I couldn’t sleep, so I came in here because I thought being closer to you would help me sleep. The last thing I would have imagined would be that you’d use me as your own personal rubbing post. I’d like to remind you I’m not an Otogi substitute, thank you very much. And before you say anything, when you embraced me, I thought you sensed my insomnia and were affectionately comforting me. Instead you were just using me as a body double so you could screw Otogi in your dreams. Damnit Seto, it’s degrading and I feel so… so.. used!” Mokuba said, drawing the blankets up around him in an attempt to cover his chest and starting to shake distraughtly.

Again, Seto was in shock. He hadn’t, had he? Not his own brother! But for a brief moment, he couldn’t help but stare at Mokuba’s body. It was obvious the little runt would never be as tall as he was because Mokuba insists he has Yugi-itis, the devastating disease which prevents a person from being more than five feet tall, but Seto mused that he’d be at least five foot eight—a respectable height (though not in Domino, it seems). But it wasn’t Mokuba’s excessive shortness which intrigued the elder Kaiba, but rather that at the age of 14, his little brother was already built better than he was! Where Seto’s torso muscles were toned, Mokuba’s where chiseled. Seto mused that Mokuba would make some giggling, vampant slut very happy one day, before kicking her to the curb. Yep, his little brother was going to be a player, although Seto questioned the state of his brother’s preferences. From what he could tell from the kid’s knowledge base, he could be into guys, but Seto could imagine the throngs of rabid fangirls waiting to get a piece of a slightly older Mokuba Kaiba. One thing he knew for sure was that Mokuba was going to be really hot in a couple of years. Those grey eyes anrulyruly black hair, and that youthful, innocent voice which will drop and become something deep and sexy, almost the characteristic opposite of Seto in every way and—Seto mentally slapped himself. The kid hadn’t even gotten through puberty yet and here he was dreaming about his own brother like some ditzy fangirl and pondering Mokuba’s sexual preferences as though he was going to jump the little brat and ravish him at any moment. Damn, what was it with him and dark hair? First Yami, then Otogi, now this!

Meanwhile, Mokuba was beside himself, inwardly cackling as he watched Seto’s fgo tgo through his entire repertoire of expressions. Above all else, Mokuba loved to harass his brother. Of course Seto hadn’t actually used him to relieve some sexual frustrations or his Otogi withdrawl. In fact, when Mokuba came into the room earlier that morning, he had cuddled up next to his brother’s chest and wrapped Seto’s strong arms around him. It was something he hadn’t done since they were really young, it was here Mokuba felt safe, protected, It wasn’t until cal called him Otogi that the gears started turning inside that diabolical mind of his.

‘Hmmm… how can I make this situation dirty, embarrassing, and amusing? Explicit sexuality, of course! Mention ‘Otogi’ and ‘fuck’ in the same sentence and Seto is nothing more than a quivering puddle of goo.’ Mokuba thought, wondering if Seto was ever going to say anything.

But Seto’s words never came. Instead he just whipped a sheet from off the bed and wrapped it around his waist as he stoof. Regardless of what he may or may not have done to his formerly poor, impressionable little brother, the dream he had about Otogi had left him painfully aroused, whatever it was. He shook his head distastefully, partially at his own silliness and partially because of Mokuba’s sudden infatuation with his (Seto’s) sex life. After all was said and done, Seto decided he only truly knows two things: one, his brother’s hormones were running rampant and causing him to do some crazy things and two, he (Seto) really needed a shower before he exploded right then and there, really giving Mokuba something to talk about.

“Hey Seto, don’t you have to go to that school trip today?” Mokuba asked innocently from the bed. Seto couldn’t help but cringe.

“Yes, yes I do. Three whole days with the idiots. Oh well, at least Otogi will be there and be able to keep me sane. Speaking of Sanctuary, I’ve got to pack, thanks for reminding me, kiddo.”

“I take it Otogi doesn’t know you’re coming yet, does he? You’d better make one hell of an entrance for him.”

“I’ll try, but if you keep talking, it’s going to be a fashionably late entrance.” Seto said amusedly.

“Oh! One more thing before I forget!” Mokuba sprang out of bed and bounced out the door, only in his black boxers and promptly ran back in, carrying a small blue box.

“I was going to give you this for your birthday, but I figured this would be a better time.” He said, handing Seto the box.

Cautiously, Seto took the box from Mokuba, surprised the small one would have thought enough about him to buy a birthday gift over eight months in advance. Not knowing what to expect, he opened the box and took out the small tube contained within.

“Strawberry flavoured lubricant?!”

“Well, I thought maybe you two would like to try something new and this was the perfect idea. I mean what’s better than having your lover taste like strawberries as you take him deeper and deeper down your own throat? I mean, you need the lube anyway and it smells so pretty.” Mokuba replied.

Well Seto was once again surprised when he heard this brother make an educated reference to the notorious art of deep throating, something which even Yami and Bakura have been apprehensive to try. Perhaps Seto should enlist the help of his brother and learn and perfect this ancient practise.

“Not to mention the one obvious use for lubricant… But I suppose ouldould really be telling Otogi about that one and not you.” Mokuba teased, “’Cause you never get to be on top.”

‘If you only knew Mokuba.’ Seto thought , recalling the afternoon in the locker room and Mokuba’s little spat after—‘wait, Mokuba did know about that! Damn kid and his selective memory! Seto examined the tube in his hand and suddenly, methods of using the liquidey substance with his lover appeared in his head, he knelt down and brought his brother into a hug.

“Thanks Mokuba, I’ll make sure I put it to good use.” He said before adding, “If you need me, I’ll either be in the shower or packing.” He said, disappearing into the bathroom.

‘Whoa… he actually liked it.’ Mokuba thought in disbelief, ‘I thought I was going to get killed! Now I’ve seen everything!’

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ok ok ok… you may have to wait a little for the next part

bye
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