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Merger	By : NihilEtNemo Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2763 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Merge
- 2-Chapter 2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-Chapter 6
- 4
- 5
- 6
TITLE: Merger
AUTHOR: setosgirl
PAIRING(s): Mokuba/Seto, MokubaXOtogi, Otogi/Seto,
OtogiXMokuba/Seto
RATING: Chapter & Story: Adult; p0rn for all!
WARNINGS: Incest, yaoi, threesome� all the good stuff. Well,
not all the good stuff�
WORDS:� 5922 - longer
than the entire story had to be. -_-
SUMMARY: Mokuba makes an effort to combine his public and
private love lives and help his brother at the same time, while trying to keep
two boyfriends under one roof� A recipe for disaster? Perhaps.

NOTES: *dies* This is the chapter that took me almost a
month to finally finish writing. It was mostly the stupid lemon, believe it or
not� Plus, it still seems unnatural and forced. I couldn�t fix it any better,
though�

Merger

Chapter 5

Otogi lay on the unmade bed,
staring off into space. He hadn�t meant to eavesdrop � to be a voyeur � but�

That wasn�t the unbridled lust
he�d expected. That wasn�t degenerate fucking, any more than it was pretending�
He had to face it. What he had just seen� that was love, at least as pure and
strong as what he shared with Mokuba, but probably quite a lot more. And it
seemed so natural� Could it really be wrong?

Or maybe he was wrong� maybe it
didn�t matter. Maybe the fact that they were brothers was just an
inconsequential tidbit, much like the fact that both he and Mokuba had black
hair. He didn�t want to think so � everything he had ever known told him that
what they had was disgusting and wrong � but seeing them like that, seeing the
love they had, he was forced. It wasn�t wrong. Something like that, that
beautiful, could never be wrong.

And he was even more surprised to
find himself wanting to be a part of that. What they had just seemed so
perfect, despite the social stigmas on it, and he recognized what a terrible
risk they�d taken to tell him. It wasn�t just an issue of perhaps ruining their
reputations; they trusted him enough to put their love on the line. All of a
sudden, he felt terrible for wanting to destroy it � like a monster, almost.
That they�d trusted him that much � both of them, not only his lover but Seto
as well � was suddenly the most touching thing anyone had ever done for him,
and he wanted to repay that.

He�d agonized over the decision
for an entire day already; finally, he acknowledged the choice he had already
come to. He�d find Mokuba and tell him that he�d reconsidered� if Mokuba � if
they � would still have him, he would join them.

With a deep breath, he slipped
off the bed and out of the room, letting the door fall closed behind him. He
wasn�t sure where Mokuba had gone; he hoped he was downstairs, because he still
wasn�t wholly comfortable trying to face them both at once� For the three days
since Mokuba�s attempt to persuade him, when he had categorically rejected
them, Mokuba had been sleeping in Seto�s room and had spent most of his free
time there, probably trying to give Otogi his space until he could move out
again. He admitted he�d been taking his time, hoping Mokuba would change his
mind�

Well, one of them had changed
their mind, anyway.

Just as he reached the top of the
stairs, he happened to glance out a window and noticed Mokuba�s car gliding
down the driveway. Apparently, obviously, Mokuba was going somewhere� With a
rather irate sigh, he realized he�d have to wait to tell them.

Slightly crestfallen, he turned
around to go back. He�d rather tell him now, while he was still sure he wanted
it� he was somewhat afraid that he would come to his senses and be disgusted
with himself for ever having considered it.

He walked right past Seto�s door
before he stopped. Mokuba wasn�t here, but Seto was� and he may never really
have dealt with Seto too much, but if he were going to do this, he would have
to, after all�

Tentatively, he knocked on the
blank, unassuming door.

Seto�s response wasn�t very
encouraging. �What?�

He pushed the door partway open
and stood nervously in the doorway. Seto was seated behind his desk and
regarding him blankly; Otogi seriously considered just turning around and
waiting for Mokuba to come home. Then he took a deep breath to get a hold on
himself.

�You know about Mokuba�s offer, I
assume?� Maybe not the best way to start the conversation, but the best way he
had.

Seto�s expression didn�t change.
�Yes; he discussed it with me months ago. I also know how you felt about it. I
hope you�re not here to try to convince me to �rectify� the situation, because
I�m certainly not going to do anything to break it off with him.�

Otogi just shook his head, still
frozen in the doorway. �No, you misunderstand� I don�t want you to break it off
any more. I� changed my mind.� He didn�t look up, wary of the reception. Seto
obviously wasn�t going to jump up and give him a hug for it�

No, obviously not. �You changed
your mind?� He glanced up at the icy sound of his voice, finding his expression
positively frigid.

�Yes,� he said, suddenly
defensive. �I did.�

Seto regarded him unblinkingly
for a long moment; he felt a lot like he was under a microscope, and it wasn�t
a particularly pleasant feeling.

�I doubt that�ll be good enough,�
Seto finally said. Otogi frowned.

�I don�t know what you�re talking
abut � Mokuba still wants me to do this. I�m sure I can convince him I mean
it.�

�No, you don�t
understand.� Seto smirked slightly, an unsettling but familiar expression. �He
may still want you, but if I say the slightest word against it, he will kick
you out on your skinny little ass.�

Like Seto was one to be talking
about skinny little asses. He was being a bit of one, as well. �You�d do that?�

�In a heartbeat.�

�Why the hell would you do
something like that?� He was absolutely certain that his frustration was
showing in his voice, but he was fairly certain he had a reason to be; he had
finally overcome one of the most basic prejudices in all of the human race, and
now Seto was standing here, refusing to allow him in!

Seto only watched him coldly, his
emotion apparently swaying the elder Kaiba�s opinion not at all. �If you could
so vehemently denounce us, then two days later renounce your own denunciation
without so much as a catalyst and want to be a part of something so
�unnatural�, I see no reason not think you�re stable enough not to abruptly
change your mind again.�

So that was it? He was too
unstable? Oh, that was a laugh� coming from Mr. Social Anxiety back here.
�That�s not even right,� he said, controlling his frustration. �It�s not like I
just arbitrarily decided. It�s not
like I didn�t have a catalyst.�

Seto raised one eyebrow almost
imperceptibly. �Oh?�

Otogi realized what he was about
to say and had the grace, at least, the flush slightly. �I saw you two,� he
finally said, not quite looking at Seto.

�You have eyes. Congratulations.�

�No, you idiot!� How did Mokuba
keep from beating his brother to a gooey pulp? Seto�s eyebrows rose
dramatically as he dared insult him so, but he couldn�t really care. �I mean, I
saw you two, together, yesterday morning��

�You watched us?�

�Not on purpose!� he felt the
need to declare defensively right away. Not to mention the fact that he very
well could have walked away, though that was neither here nor there.

�And what?� Seto�s eyes were
slightly narrowed again; not a good sign. �It turned you on, so you figured it
wasn�t all evil? You wanted a piece of it?�

He literally winced. �No, nothing
like that�� Well, not completely true, but the whole truth wasn�t quite
appropriate here. �It made me realize I was wrong, okay? Everything I thought
about the two of you was wrong. I assumed you couldn�t really be in love, it
was just lust or convenience or something, so I expected, I don�t know,
disgusting sexual perversion, something that actually seemed wrong� I
was wrong, all right? I realize you really are in love��

�And that changed your mind, did
it?�

�Yes, it did, Kaiba.�

He understood that this was his
test. All he had to do was convince the elder Kaiba of his intentions; Mokuba
would welcome him with open arms regardless, because he still wanted him and
loved him, but if he couldn�t convince Kaiba, there was no way in hell Mokuba
would allow it�

He looked back at his computer,
and Otogi�s heart sank a little. �I suppose, under the circumstances, you
should call me Seto.�

It took him a moment to realize
what had just happened; he won. Kaiba � Seto � accepted him! He grinned and
relaxed in the doorway, for the first time realizing how tense he�d been the
entire conversation.

�Thank you,� he said. Seto only
nodded slightly, in evident dismissal, but he didn�t move, still looking at
him. He couldn�t quite keep the image of Seto from yesterday morning out of his
head, as evidently only Mokuba got him to look; as admittedly attractive as he
was normally, he could see why Mokuba might have fallen in love with him, if he
could get Mr. Ice to look that warm and beautiful�

�Can I ask you something?� he
finally ventured, when it seemed Seto was determined to ignore his existence.

�You have no guarantees that I�ll
answer.�

Otogi rolled his eyes slightly,
though at least it was civil. �Since when do you wear glasses?�

Seto glanced at him, and then
grimaced and peeled them off. It was kind of a shock to see such a normal
expression cross his face; then again, if Seto was accepting him now, he was
probably making an attempt not to be so cold.

�Mokuba makes me wear them,� he
said. �I forgot I had them on.� They were tossed carelessly onto the desk and
summarily ignored.

�You know, if you need them and
don�t wear them, your eyesight will only get worse��

Seto�s lips twitched; Otogi
wasn�t certain if he was trying to suppress a smile or another grimace. �You
too? Apparently, I�m incapable of looking after myself�?� He made no move to
put them back on, though, turning back to his computer screen.

�Well?� Otogi asked, placing his
hands on his hips.

�Well what?�

�Aren�t you going to wear them?�

Seto glanced at him, took in his
appearance and the determined set of his jaw (or so he�d like to think� he knew
Seto was probably just reflecting on how gay he looked, posed like this�) and
grabbed them up again, evidently deciding it was easier than arguing. �I can
still change my mind,� he threatened. He sounded sincere, but Otogi didn�t
think he should be taken that seriously; he�d already made up his mind, and he
had just condemned Otogi for arbitrarily revoking a previous decision.

After a moment�s careful
consideration, Otogi left the doorway and casually sat on the end of Seto�s
bed, only a few feet from the desk. Seto regarded him warily.

�What are you doing?�

�Sitting,� Otogi replied glibly,
then sobered slightly. �But, seriously, don�t you want Mokuba to be amazed and
surprised when he comes home and finds us having a civil � perhaps even
friendly � conversation?�

�I suppose,� Seto answered
noncommittally.

�I understand that you�re just
doing this to make Mokuba happy, and you couldn�t care less about me.� Seto
jerked almost imperceptibly at having been seen through so easily, when,
presumably, even Mokuba thought he gave a damn. �This was probably Mokuba�s
request, and you agreed to make his life easier, right?�

The brunet seemed a bit miffed.
�Why bother asking?� he said. �It�s obvious you already know.� Poor Seto � not
quite as inscrutable as he thought.

�But you have to know that Mokuba
won�t just be content for you to let me live here and let him switch back and
forth as he wants. If that was your plan, it wouldn�t be long before Mokuba
called you on it.�

Seto didn�t refute it, though he
didn�t seem happy at the obvious being so bluntly stated. �So what�s your plan
instead?� he asked, sitting back in his chair with his arms crossed lightly,
glaring a little through his glasses.

�We both know that Mokuba wants
us to have a relationship as well.� Seto nodded, though just slightly. Kaiba
Seto was not big on relationships. �So why not at least try?�

It probably wasn�t a good sign
when Seto began enumerating the reasons on his fingers. �We don�t know each
other,� he pointed out, one long index finger bending the other back, � and we
certainly don�t like each other. We met briefly what, almost ten years ago?
We�ve barely been aware that the other existed since.�

�That�s true,� Otogi agreed,
�though I think everyone in the world is aware that you exist, which is
entirely beside the point. But that also means we have no reason to dislike
each other.�

�If not for Mokuba,� Seto went
on, now on his middle finger, �I doubt I would ever have any reason to speak to
you, or vice-versa.�

�On the other hand, we both want
to make Mokuba happy, and this will do it.�

The brunet chose to ignore that point,
because he obviously couldn�t argue it. �I truly, honestly do not like people,
with the exception of Mokuba. No offense to you, but I would be much happier
alone, and I can assure you that I am not good company. You would be similarly
better off without it. If you insist upon trying to interact with me, I�ll
probably drive you off.�

It was hard to tell if he thought
he was just trying to be brutally honest about himself, or if he was attempting
consciously to drive Otogi away from him. Either way, it wasn�t going to work.
Once he set his mind on something, he didn�t let up until he got it, and his
mind was presently set on Kaiba Seto.

�So you�re an asshole,� he said
dismissively. �I already knew that. I have a very high tolerance for assholes,
though, and I love Mokuba enough that I can put up with anything you dish out.
Just like I bet you love Mokuba enough to put up with me.�

Seto was silent again for a
moment, regarding him levelly, his face unreadable. He also didn�t argue,
again, because once more he couldn�t refute it. They both loved Mokuba enough
to put up with almost anything for him.

�I have something to tell you,
though, that might change your mind, though,� Otogi said when Seto was
silent for a moment. He regarded him warily, but didn�t interrupt. �Mokuba told
me something interesting when he asked me to move in. He said he was worried
about you.�

�About me?� The idea
seemed to strike Seto as a minor form of blasphemy � when does the great Kaiba
Seto need to be worried over?

�I wouldn�t sound so surprised;
you haven�t cornered the market on overprotective brothers. At any rate, he
said he was worried because you have no human contact aside from him; he said
you hadn�t left the house in a month. Is that true?�

�Does it matter? It�s my house,
I�m allowed to spend time here.�

�I�ve lived here for a month,
though; I haven�t seen you leave once. You�ve barely left your room. I can see
why Mokuba�s worried, though I�m not going to presume to be concerned over you
if you don�t want it, which you obviously don�t.�

Seto was now frowning
thoughtfully. �He knows I don�t like people. I suppose he wants me to �get out�
more�? I�m going to get him� he knows I don�t want or need him to be worried
about me.�

Otogi smiled a little. �You know
what would make him stop worrying?�

�Don�t say it. You�re right, but
don�t say it.�

�And it�ll be good for you.�

�I suppose.� Seto seemed less
than thrilled. Otogi had half a mind to be insulted that the idea of having any
sort of relationship with him was so distasteful; on the other hand, he was
making progress.

�You do understand,� he said,
instead of being insulted, �that trying to engage in a relationship with me
will require you to occasionally speak to me.�

�Among other things.�

He waved a hand through the air
dismissively. �Sex is easy. All you�ll have to do is lay there and enjoy it.�
Seto raised his eyebrows dramatically, presumably at the assumption that he�d
be letting Otogi be seme. The latter just grinned at him; they could argue
about it later. �Conversation, however, is hard.�

�I think you talk enough for the
both of us, frankly.�

Well, that was true; he was
fairly loquacious. �I still can�t hold an entire conversation by myself. You
will need to contribute something.�

�Whatever.�

�Beautiful. Just like that.� Seto
glared at him, but he didn�t particularly care. Seto wasn�t anywhere near as
scary as he pretended to be. �I promise it won�t be as bad as you think it
will,� he said seriously. �What if I promise not to bother you while you�re
working?�

�Then what are you doing now?�
Seto pointed out. Otogi admitted that he did sort of have a point, but he
elected to ignore it.

�This is different. I really had
to talk to one of you, and I saw Mokuba leave. If I make that promise, though,
you can�t always be working, like you have been� You need to get out of here
every once in a while, at least for Mokuba�s peace of mind, if not for your own
good.�

Seto regarded him
expressionlessly. He seemed to be weighing options, before he nodded. �I�ve
been avoiding you two,� he finally admitted, as though giving away a big
secret. �Giving you your privacy. Believe it or not, I don�t regard �working�
as a hobby��

Otogi smiled a little. �That�s
good,� he said. �Because honestly, if you do� you need a life. You need a life
anyway, but I think Mokuba will be happy with just seeing you out and about,
for now.�

�And what about you?�

Otogi froze momentarily. �Huh?�

Seto regarded him still,
unblinking, his head slightly tilted as though considering a mildly interesting
puzzle. Or like a cat with an interesting ball of string to look at. �You�re
being careful to put this all into terms of what Mokuba wants,� Seto said. �But
you obviously want something for yourself. I doubt you�re going to such lengths
all for Mokuba�s benefit� so what do you want out of this?�

He felt himself blush slightly
and shrugged casually, trying to act unaffected. He found himself nervously
twirling a dangling strand of hair, and damned himself for falling back on such
an old and disused habit. �You�re the genius,� he said. �You don�t know?�

�If you had to take a guess, I�d
say that you want in my pants.�

He shrugged again, this time a
bit more forced. �I�d be lying if I said that wasn�t part of it� You know how hot
you are.�

�Uh-huh. �Part of it�?�

He just shrugged again. He hadn�t
felt this uncomfortable in a long time� probably since his first date with
Mokuba. In fact, this was way too much like a first date for the comfort of
anyone involved�

�I doubt that it�s much more than
that,� Seto went on; �in fact, I really can�t think of another reason, unless
you have some misguided idea that I�m such an interesting person your life will
be enriched merely by making my acquaintance.� His lips twitched; it seemed he
was trying not to smile.

He smiled a little at the
suggestion. �Well, �interesting� is a word for you� and I already made your
acquaintance, didn�t I? Mostly, if you want to know, it�s just good to know
that you�re human. You act differently when you�re comfortable with someone,
and I like to see it.� He shrugged again.

�I understand,� Seto said,
surprising him. He didn�t seem to be one for feelings. �You like knowing that
you�re able to get someone off their guard and relaxed.�

Otogi frowned slightly. �It�s not
a power thing��

�Sure it is,� Seto said, turning
back to his computer. �You don�t have to be ashamed of it. Nearly everything
good that people feel is related in some way to having power over others, even
harmlessly like that.�

This was disturbing, at best.
�You�re quite the cynic��

Seto shrugged. �I prefer to call
it realism.�

�You really believe that, then?
You believe that Mokuba likes to have power over you?�

Seto paused his typing briefly
and smiled slightly, looking at Otogi without moving his head. �I know he
does.�

Oh� Oh! He had the decency to
acknowledge the comment with a fairly lecherous grin, just to show he
understood, of course. Seto didn�t seem to be one for vague innuendos, either;
he was seeing all sorts of other sides of his personality today.

Seto went back to his typing as
though nothing had happened, but Otogi wasn�t going to forget anytime soon.
With Seto�s one small joke, the air seemed lighter between them. Hell, even
friendly. What an improvement�

�So,� he asked, leaning back on
the bed, supported heavily on both hands, �when was Mokuba planning to be back?
I can�t wait to tell him the good news.�

�Not until tonight,� Seto said
distractedly. �He said he had something to do � very vague. I think he just
needed out; he couldn�t handle us both being in the same house. Too much
unresolved sexual tension in the air��

He grinned. �Oh, so you admit
you�re attracted to me?�

�Of course I am. You�re like a
smaller, older, green-eyed, gayer version of Mokuba.�

Otogi lifted one eyebrow sharply.
�Excuse me?�

�In appearance, of course,� Seto
amended. �I�m sure you have a very unique personality. Since when has that been
a major part of attraction, though?� He was practical, if nothing else, and
apparently approached sex and attraction with that same practicality�

But, �Damn, Seto, you�re
uncomfortable to talk to.�

�I get that a lot.�

�I wonder why.� He idly toyed
with his hair and looked toward the ceiling. �So, do you put out on the first
date?� He grinned a little.

�Do I look like I date?� Seto
asked, not deeming the question important enough to glance away from the
computer for.

�You don�t look like you put out,
either,� Otogi said, �and I know for a fact you do. And this is about as close
to a date as it can get without being one� The uncomfortable
self-consciousness, the slow process of warming up to each other� all we�re
missing is some nice Italian food and a restaurant full of complete strangers.�

�Sounds heavenly,� Seto said
dryly, still typing.

�Oh, yeah,� he agreed, and stood
up, though Seto seemed not to notice. �But once you get past the
uncomfortableness, it gets better. Who knows; once in a while, you can even
start to have fun.� He set his hands lightly on Seto�s shoulders; the brunet
tensed momentarily, but seemed to force himself to relax again.

Seto proceeded to ignore him as
he gently rubbed the tenseness out of his stiff muscles. He didn�t complain,
though, which was a plus. Otogi peered over his shoulder at the computer.

�Generally,� he pointed out, �you
also stop working on a date.�

�Unless your date happens to�ve
interrupted you in your office,� Seto pointed out with equal geniality. �But if
you want to know, I�m actually trying to get it finished so that I can
stop working. Your interruptions really aren�t helping speed the process any.�

He chose to ignore the last barb
and leaned closer to the screen, his head ending up almost directly beside
Seto�s in his nosiness. �What is it?�

�Outline for a new virtual
reality game I�ve been working on for the last two months. Programmers can�t
seem to do anything unless I have it written out for them to the very last
detail.�

�Two months�?�

�I can�t work without
interruption at KaibaCorp, and there are too many distractions. Too many
people. It�s why I�ve been working here.�

Otogi smiled a little. Mokuba was
all worried, and it turned out Seto knew precisely what he was doing� �Maybe
next time you should explain it to Mokuba so he doesn�t start thinking you�re a
recluse.�

Seto snorted a little. �It won�t
stop him from worrying about something else. He�s always worrying � always
busy. He can�t just sit down and relax, ever.�

�I wonder where he got that
from��

�Well, hopefully he�ll grow out
of it like I did.� Otogi thought that Seto growing out of his worry probably
had a lot to do with Mokuba growing up and being able to take care of himself,
but he didn�t say so; Seto wasn�t likely to grow up any more than he was, and
Mokuba wasn�t likely to stop worrying about him.

With one final, decisive tap of
the ENTER key, Seto sat back with a slight sigh and pulled his glasses off to
rub his eyes, tossing them back onto the desk to be once more lost in the
random papers and general riff-raff. Without looking over what he�d written, he
clicked �send� and watched the message disappear into cyberspace, for his
programmers to receive and worship.

�Done?� Otogi asked. He only
nodded. �Does this mean you�ll be going back to work?�

�Not right this minute; I think I
deserve the rest of the day off. Probably tomorrow.� He didn�t move, apparently
resting his eyes after the strain of staring at the computer.

Otogi smiled slightly and leaned
down to kiss him. Seto didn�t seem at all surprised; he appeared to have been
expecting it, with how readily he responded. Of course, he tried to take a more
dominant role � which, knowing Mokuba as he did, Otogi was fairly certain Seto
wasn�t often granted � but he curbed the attempt and Seto gave in after a token
resistance. Granted, the position wasn�t the best, but Otogi wasn�t
complaining.

Seto�s thoughts seemed to flow in
much similar channels, and he swiveled in the chair to face him properly.
Otogi, still standing and towering over the other, let his hand trail through
Seto�s hair as he�d seen Mokuba do, letting the soft strands trail over his
fingers. Whatever he used to style it, it didn�t make it stiff or hard like
normal� his hair was much softer and nicer than it had any right to be�

He tugged lightly on Seto�s hand to pull him out of the chair;
the brunet came easily enough, and didn�t object to being steered toward the
bed. The soft mattress bounced slightly as they fell onto it in a rather unruly
pile of limbs, but neither particularly noticed; Otogi was busy supporting
himself above Seto with one hand while the other continued to cup his head and
play with his hair.

�Just so we�re clear,� Seto said a bit distractedly, �this
has nothing to do with love.�

�Right,� he agreed, and tried to kiss him again, a play
that Seto dodged. �Hell, we don�t even like each other.�

�Just so we�re clear,� Seto repeated, and allowed himself
to be kissed finally. The initial contact had completely erased the careful
hesitation that had existed on both sides; they felt as comfortable with each
other and the situation as if they had known each other for years.

Otogi�s hand scrabbling at Seto�s shirt seemed to prove as
much; the ease with which Seto came to his aid and shed the cumbersome
clothing, and set to work pulling Otogi�s off, erased any real doubt he may
have had.

Seto�s pale neck was marked darkly with Mokuba�s love bite
from their earlier session; Otogi ignored it and drew his teeth lightly down
his throat, nipping briefly at his collarbone; he wasn�t in a particularly
patient mood, truth be told. Maybe he had informed Seto otherwise, but yeah,
watching them had been a turn-on� and it hadn�t ever completely left his mind
during their conversation.

�Anxious?� Seto gasped when Otogi�s hand snaked down his
tight pants to grab his forming erection rather more roughly than intended.

�A bit,� he admitted breathlessly into his shoulder,
fumbling artlessly with Seto�s pants and finally managing to pull them off. He
was forced to let up most of his attention to the brunet to get his own off; in
that short moment, Seto managed to get away from him and leave him alone as he
maneuvered his way further up the bed. He made a sound of annoyance,
irritation, and impatience all rolled into one as his pants were dropped
unceremoniously to the floor.

�Patience is a virtue,� was all Seto had to say for
himself. He was left waiting, wanting, hard, and extremely unhappy, while Seto
calmly, if quickly, went through the drawer in the table beside his bed. He
blinked at a glimpse of what looked like leather; Seto caught him looking and
smirked a little.

�We�re both going to be very unhappy if you�re really not
into sexual perversion�� he commented, displaying a sturdy cuff for a moment
before letting it drop disinterestedly back into the drawer and pulling out the
tube he�d been looking for. He felt himself color slightly, but didn�t comment,
and was startled out of whatever thoughts the sight had brought to his mind by
the realization that Seto was waiting for him with a slightly bemused look on
his face. He didn�t have to wait long � and the bemused look was erased when
his face became other wise occupied with Otogi�s.

�Enough with being patient�� he muttered, and pressed the
brunet back into the bed, kissing him deeply. Seto didn�t fight him or resist
in any way, molding to his urgings and follow unspoken directions. Unless it
was his own desires that kept his arms above his head despite the looseness of
Otogi�s grip and spread his legs invitingly without much urging.

He slicked his fingers with the lube that Seto had
retrieved and began to swiftly prepare him, not taking any particular care to
be gentle, as it seemed Seto was nearly as impatient as he was. Seto didn�t
require a whole lot of preparation anyway, and was gasping and squirming as
though he wanted more, now, though he was apparently unwilling to ask
for it.

Pulling his fingers back despite Seto�s wordless protest,
Otogi shifted and nudged the brunet�s legs further apart, then carefully
positioned himself and began to push into Seto�s body. He tried to be slow and
patient; Seto apparently wanted none of that, and surprised him by wrapping his
legs around him and pulling him forward sharply until he was fully seated,
giving voice to a low moan.

Otogi didn�t allow Seto to keep the control he had usurped
over the situation and stilled their bodies to allow them both to get somewhat
used to the situation. He knew he needed it at least, even if Seto didn�t.

When he shifted impatiently, he took pity on him and began
to move again, placing one hand on his hip to keep him still and thrusting deep
into him. Seto made a low, wordless noise of appreciation and tried to move
into the touch; encouraged, Otogi became more confident in his actions and set
a quick and satisfying pace, drawing in turn more sound of pleasure. The
predominant emotion both displayed was simple lust; he wanted Seto, Seto wanted
him, the end.

And Seto was a much different lover than he had expected,
even having accidentally (or not) seen him with Mokuba; he was uke, he was
submissive, and he seemed perfectly fine and accustomed to that � and yet he
was demanding, he knew exactly what he wanted and intended to get it. What he
wanted appeared to be a thorough fucking. When he wasn�t moving fast enough, verbal
and nonverbal commands made his will understood loud and clear, as he gasped
the word and defied Otogi�s attempts to keep him still, moving to meet him in
such a way and at such a speed as to make him want to hurry up to keep the
pace. It was worth giving in to what he wanted to see him moan again, eyes
fluttering closed and long lashes lying lightly on his cheeks. He could see why
Mokuba might indulge him, almost as much as the other way around�

All right, so Seto wanted it fast; he firmly held his hips
in place, not giving him the opportunity to move, and slammed into him. It was
obvious that Seto liked that; he gripped his shoulders tightly with long,
slender fingers and arched toward him as well as he could. That pretty much put
an end to any gentleness on Otogi�s part, as it seemed fairly wasted on him,
and gave him reign to do what he wanted, and probably had wanted for longer
than he cared to admit � he fucked Seto as mercilessly as the brunet seemed to
want.

It didn�t take long before his thrusts were getting more
erratic; he probably couldn�t have stopped if he�d wanted to. His hand moved
from Seto�s hip to grasp his erection and he pumped it harshly with his
movement, intent upon making the other come before he did. Seto gasped and
hissed sharply, thrusting blindly against him; only a few hard thrusts later he
was suddenly and without warning giving a sharp cry and shooting himself over
Otogi�s hand, his back arched off the bed and his fingers digging into his
shoulders tight enough to leave bruises. The sudden sensation of his body
tightening so around him made Otogi see a sharp burst of white and he was
coming himself, filling Seto as he gave a final few erratic thrusts.

Seto releasing his shoulders from his deathgrip was what
Otogi took as his sign to pull out of him and spend the rest of his warm and
fuzzy afterglow on the bed beside him instead of on top of him. Seto was
breathing harshly as he lay beside him, and he curled an arm around him and let
his other hand trail through his hair, resting his head on one sweaty bicep.
Seto made a quiet murring sound and leaned his head against him, eyes closed.
He seemed fairly exhausted, though he had no doubts that he could go again if
he really wanted�

Neither of them, it seemed, had heard the door open some
few minutes earlier.

Mokuba smiled slightly and leaned against the doorjamb.
�So�� he said slowly. �I take it something changed�?� His eyes were on Seto,
who took the time to blearily open one of his own and meet them with a �naw,
you think?� look.

�I assume you still don�t mind�?�
Otogi said, lifting his head from his arm and looking at Mokuba while Seto
closed his eyes again. It just now occurred to him that Mokuba might have a
problem with him being with Seto like this� Behind his back, as it were.

Mokuba just came into the room to
sit on the bed. He smiled fondly at them both, running his fingers
proprietarily through Otogi�s hair, then switching to Seto�s. �Course I don�t
mind,� he said, and Otogi relaxed with a grin.

Seto shifted his head away,
muttering that he was trying to sleep. Otogi laughed a little, but Mokuba
shushed him and gently pulled him off the bed, letting his brother sleep; Seto
was not a pleasant person when tired or just woken.

�I�m glad you changed your mind,�
he told the other man in the hall, and gave him a light kiss. �And that you and
Seto managed to� �work it out�.� He smiled, and Otogi ruffled his hair.

�You need to have more faith in
me than that,� he said haughtily, and turned back into the room to fetch his
clothes.

TBC
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