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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-A Weekend to Remember
- 1
A/N: Mokuba is about
16 and Yugi about 21. And I don't own Yu Gi Oh!

I’d also like to thank Ashes for not only inspiring this but
also slogging through the fine print and betaing it. Thank you!

A Weekend to Remember

He leaned
against the counter, eagerly reading the flyer mounted to the wall behind the
register. His eyes sparkled with
excitement at the prospect, a gaming convention! It was about 2 hours away, hopefully Seto
would want to take him seeing none of his friends from school would be willing
to endure what they thought as boring.
They didn’t know what they were missing!

“Thank you,
have a good day!” Yugi watched the last
customer walk out of the store before he walked to the door and flipped the
sign to CLOSED. He didn’t
consider Mokuba a customer really, and would let him stay as long as he
liked. He turned to look at the
raven-haired boy and smiled at the excitement he saw brightening his face. He found himself staring at the boy while he
was otherwise occupied, admiring what a beautiful man he was becoming. He was noticeably taller than the last time
he saw him, which had been a few months earlier and his face was losing its
boyish softness, angling and more defined along his jaw line. His hair was the same luxurious black and
Yugi found himself wondering what it would be like against his cheek.

“You going
to this?” Mokuba startled him out of
his thoughts, a faint blush caressing his cheeks over where his thoughts were
leading him. Mokuba was pointing a
finger at the flyer grinning happily.

“Yeah. Jou, Honda and I were going to go and spend
the weekend. It’s going to be
great.” Yugi walked to stand next to
him, amazed that they were seeing eye to eye; he was so used to looking down at
the boy that it startled him a bit.

“I’m going
to ask my brother if he’ll take me, it sounds like fun.” Mokuba’s voice sounded somewhat wistful and
it made Yugi chuckle.

“If he
doesn’t you’re always welcome to come with us, the more the merrier.” Yugi started to walk around the shop tidying
up; he really wanted his workday to end.

Mokuba was
content to lean against the counter and watch the older man clean up. The sight of Yugi still made his heart
flutter. He thought that after all these years his crush would dissipate, but
it had only seemed to grow stronger.
Yugi truly was gorgeous: the way his golden bangs framed his face, the
way his body moved with confident ease.
He was only wearing faded blue jeans and a blue button down shirt, but
it still could take his breath away. He
sighed to himself. It was unfair that
Yugi would only ever see him as a kid, even though he wasn’t one anymore. This crush made it virtually impossible for
him to be happy with anyone he dated, he was always comparing.

“I should get going and let you
close up.” Mokuba started towards the
door, “It was nice seeing you again.”

“Don’t be a
stranger. Oh, and let me know about the
convention. We’ve booked two rooms
anyway, there’s no way I’m rooming with Jou and Honda, so you could always bunk
up with me.”

The thought
of sharing a room with Yugi made him feel faint. “My brother will probably take me, but I’ll let you know.”

“I’m sorry,
Mokuba, I just can’t that weekend.”
Seto didn’t even bother to look up from his paperwork as he talked. “I’m out of town on business that whole
week.”

“Oh.” Mokuba tried desperately to not sound
disappointed, but he was. He and Seto
never did anything together anymore, and he had already convinced himself that
there was no way Seto could resist this.
“That’s okay. Would it be okay
if I went without you? Yugi, Jou and
Honda are going for the weekend and I could go with them?”

Seto didn’t
like the idea of his brother spending the weekend away with such older guys,
even if they were lame. He looked up to deny his brother again and was
immediately stopped with the genuine sadness he saw in those big brown
eyes. Mokuba was king of persuasion,
but this was different. Guilt twisted
in his heart and he went against his better judgment. “For the whole weekend?”

“Uh
huh. I think they’re leaving Friday
afternoon and coming back some time on Sunday.
The convention is all weekend, you know.”

“Where will
you stay?”

“They’ve
already booked two rooms, I think. I
could just bunk with them.” He saw the
hesitation and pushed a bit, “C’mon, please?
I’m not a kid anymore and I’ll be with Yugi and you know he’s
responsible.”

“It’s not
Yugi I’m worried about, it’s the Mutt and the Idiot that worry me.” Seto sighed, knowing he was going to give in
and wanting to just get it done.
“Alright, but you have to call me on my cell twice a day to check in.”

Seto was
rewarded with a bright smile just before Mokuba launched himself into his
lap. “Thank you! And don’t worry, everything will be great!”

Seto hugged him briefly and pushed
him off, “I thought you said you weren’t a kid anymore?”

Mokuba laughed and left before his
brother changed his mind. He ran to his
room and closed the door feeling absolutely giddy. What could be better than spending a weekend gaming with
Yugi? He reached for the phone and
dialed the number from memory.

“Hello?”

“Hi Yugi,
it’s Mokuba. Does the offer still stand
for the conference?”

“Absolutely! Seto can’t go?”

“No, he’s
out of town on business that weekend.
At least he’s letting me go with you guys.”

“It’ll be
great. Be here by 3 o’clock on Friday
afternoon, okay?”

“Sounds
like a plan, see you then.”

“Great! See you.”

Mokuba hung
up and was aware of the goofy smile plastered to his face. This was going to be so much fun! His mind immediately started planning what
he should bring with him, even though he had a few days to pack. He was wired.

He walked
towards the game shop; his backpack slung casually over one
shoulder. He was a little early, but if
he had to sit around waiting any more he was going to come out of his
skin. He had exhausted his patience at
home, obsessing over what to pack, then what to wear. He had decided on slightly faded jeans that slung low on his slim
hips and a plain black t-shirt that outlined the softly muscled torso he’s been
working so hard on. He had slipped on
his black boots, knowing they would go with everything he packed, since there
was no room left in his backpack for shoes, and the weather was mild so he
figured he’d just leave his jacket at home.

The bell
over the door rang, announcing a customer.
Yugi looked up at his last minute paperwork and his breath caught in his
throat. Mokuba stood there, smiling his
greeting. How could he even think of
him as a boy anymore? The t-shirt left
nothing to the imagination, even though it did send his imagination reeling!

“We’re
still waiting on Jou and Honda, they’re always late.”

“I’m a bit
early anyway…” He trailed off, losing his train of thought when Yugi walked
around the counter. He was wearing khaki
pants, nicely snug around the waist and a loose fitting cream button down
shirt, buttoned down enough to see the top of his smooth chest. He tried to focus on the man’s face, feeling
a blush rise to his own, but was again caught off guard by the fine stubble
covering his cheeks. He had to resist
the urge to run his fingers over his face to see how it felt.

Yugi
noticed Mokuba’s appraisal and felt less guilty about his own. Mokuba was a big boy and could take care of
himself. Unfortunately it was himself
he was worried about… he’d been alone a bit too long. He shook his head slightly, refusing to allow himself to get
bogged down with the ‘what ifs’. The weekend would just have to follow
its own course. As if on cue to avoid a potentially awkward situation, Jou and
Honda came barreling in, laughing and pushing each other. It was true that familiarity making strange
bedfellows, or something along those lines, because these two were definitely
strange.

“Ready to
go?” Honda hoped up on the counter and
sat, laughing at Jou who was chanting ‘Road trip, road trip!’ “I don’t think I’ll be able to keep him
contained much longer.”

“Just let
me grab my bag and close up shop.” With
that Yugi disappeared upstairs, leaving Mokuba with the two whirlwinds.

Jou jumped
on his back, ruffling his hair amicably.
“Big weekend for you, huh kid?
What made your psycho brother let you go?”

“Guilt I
suppose.” Mokuba mumbled too quietly to
be heard, “Does it matter? At least I
get to go.”

“Right you
are little buddy, right you are.”

Before long
they were all piled into Honda’s car, radio blaring, and all talking loudly to
be heard over the music. Mokuba
couldn’t be happier, sitting in the backseat with Yugi and being allies against
the lunatics in the front. The trip was
way too short as far as Mokuba was concerned; he never wanted it to end. He could look at Yugi all he wanted without
being self-conscious and Yugi seemed to be genuinely enjoying his company. They
made it to the hotel before dark and checked in right away. The convention was in the same hotel, so
they figured they should be able to get some time in tonight. Honda and Jou ran down the hall eager to see
their room. They were in adjoining
rooms, which would be cool.

Mokuba
watched Yugi swipe the key card and the light turn green. Yugi opened the door and Mokuba followed
him, taking it all in. The room wasn’t
too shabby. There was a queen size bed
(Mokuba immediately had heart palpitations over there being only one bed), an
entertainment center holding a television, a small table with two chairs, and
an easy chair. Yugi noticed
Mokuba’s expression at the sight of the bed and tried to smooth over any
misunderstandings.

“I booked the room before I knew
I’d be sharing it with someone. I tried
to change it, but everything else was booked up with the convention. I’ll sleep on the floor if-“

“Don’t be
ridiculous, it’s no big deal to share the bed.” Mokuba prayed he wouldn’t turn crimson as he said this, willing
himself to be cool.

“Great, I-”
Yugi was interrupted by a knock on the adjoining door. He grinned as he turned the lock and was
tackled by a honey-haired projectile, landing in a heap on the floor. Honda stepped through and immediately
lounged on the bed, smirking.

“Did you know
we have wet bars?” Jou straddled his
friend and grinned down at him.

Honda pointed to the cabinet under
the television and Mokuba opened it curiously.
Inside was a small refrigerator with a small plastic tab sealing it
shut. He and Seto had stayed in places
with these before but they never opened them.
He raised a questioning eyebrow at Yugi, who was regaining his feet.

He looked at Mokuba seriously, “What goes on here, stays here. Is that okay with you?”

Mokuba thought he understood the
meaning and really didn’t care one way or the other. “Your secrets are safe with me.”

“It’s all fun and games till your
brother is having us arrested for ‘contributing to the delinquency of a
minor’. You are still a minor, aren’t
you?”

“Barely. Don’t worry, Seto will never need to know anything about this
trip except what the convention was like.”

The three older men nodded in
agreement, confident in Mokuba’s loyalty.
Not that they were intending to break the law or get crazy out of
control. They just wanted to have some
fun. It made Mokuba ecstatic to be
treated like an equal and not a child.

They decided to hit the convention
right away and ended up spending 3 hours there testing new games and talking to
interesting people. By the time they
left they were famished and decided to just order room service. They ate in Yugi’s room, lounging on the
floor watching bad television. Jou
cracked open the wet bar with glee and started to play bartender. Mokuba was unsure about what to ask
for. Sure he had drunk before when
friends had managed to smuggle some alcohol, but that was usually just
beer. He felt self conscious, not
wanting to seem immature. Yugi stepped
in, saving him.

“How about making him a mudslide on
the rocks?” Yugi smiled reassuringly at
Mokuba, “It’s sweet, you’ll like it.”

Mokuba nodded and watched Jou pull
out three shots and line them up on the table.
He scooped ice into the glass then opened each shot, pouring it over the
ice, and then stirred it with his finger.

“I hope you washed your
hands!” Yugi laughed at Jou’s
improvising.

“It’ll just add flavor.” He handed the drink to Mokuba with a
flourish.

Mokuba took a tentative sip and
tried not to cough. Sure it was sweet,
but it was also incredibly boozy.
“What’s in this?”

“Uh, vodka, Bailey’s Irish cream
and Kahlua. I know it’s a bit strong,
but I don’t have any milk to cut it with.
That will just have to do.” Jou
scooped up more shot’s and started mixing more concoctions.

Yugi looked at him worried. “You don’t have to drink it if you don’t
want to.”

“It’s good, just a little
strong.” Mokuba took a sip, reinforcing
his statement.

It wasn’t long before Mokuba felt
the relaxing effects of the alcohol.
His skin was tingling pleasantly and he was enjoying the company of his
friends. The older three were pretty
much drinking him under the table, but he didn’t care. He was lounging on the bed next to Yugi, and
Honda and Jou were sprawled out on the floor.
A bad horror movie was playing on the television, but they were all
pretty buzzed and could have cared less.
Mokuba was startled by a soft moan coming from the floor. He looked over at Yugi and they both burst
out laughing.

“Wasn’t this the reason you guys
got your own room?”

Jou popped his head up and smiled
sheepishly, “I guess we should be going to bed.” Jou and Honda bid their good nights and bolted towards their
room, slamming the door behind them in their haste.

Yugi shook his head at his
friends. “Sorry about that, they get a
bit caught up sometimes.”

“Don’t worry about it, the same
thing has happened to me.” Yugi arced a
questioning eyebrow, smirking. “With my
friends, I mean.”

Yugi laughed, “Don’t worry about
it.” He stood and stretched, heading
for the bathroom. “We should get to bed
if we want to get to the convention at a decent hour tomorrow.” The door clicked shut behind him.

Butterflies immediately were loose
in Mokuba’s stomach at the prospect of sleeping with Yugi. He blanched suddenly, remembering he didn’t
back any pajamas seeing he usually slept in his boxers. Hopefully Yugi wouldn’t get the wrong idea.

Yugi headed towards the bed
noticing the paleness of his friends face.
“Are you okay? Your not feeling
sick are you?” Damn Jonouchi for mixing
the drinks so strong.

“No, I’m fine really. I, uh, just realized I didn’t pack anything
to sleep in except my boxers.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s what I
usually sleep in.” As if demonstrating
Yugi undid his jeans and slipped them off, throwing them on the chair. He started unbuttoning his shirt and Mokuba
looked away quickly, hoping to hide as much of his blush as possible.

Mokuba headed for the bathroom, and
by the time he came out Yugi was nestled between the sheets, eyes already
closed. He slipped out of his clothes
and slid into bed, lying on his side away from his bedmate. Yugi’s voice caressed him in the dark,
making shivers run down his spine.

“I’m glad you came.” A hand reached out and touched his shoulder
briefly before pulling away.

Mokuba’s heart thudded in his
chest. What was that? He tried not to read too deeply into it,
Yugi was just being friendly.
“Thanks.” He whispered into the
dark, trying to keep his voice even, “I’m glad I came too.” Mokuba felt Yugi settle in, and slowly
drifted off to sleep.

The morning found them in a
compromising position. Yugi had
snuggled close in the night, spooning his body close and wrapping his arms
around Mokuba’s slight form, nose buried in his thick hair. It was disorienting at first, he wasn’t
quite sure where he was, his mind a bit fuzzy from his alcohol consumption the
night before. He tried to move away,
and Yugi just tightened his hold, preventing his escape, not that he really
wanted to anyway.

“About time you woke up.” Yugi’s voice startled him, causing him
jump. Yugi’s voice was soft and laced
with humor, as he said this, still not releasing his hold on the boy.

“How long have you been
waiting?” He was curious as to how long
Yugi had been holding him.

“About a half hour. You were so peaceful I didn’t want to wake
you…peaceful and warm.” Yugi nuzzled
his hair again and sighed, not caring if what he was doing may be
inappropriate, it felt so nice.

Mokuba’s mind was reeling; he
didn’t know what to think. Was Yugi
actually interested in him…like that?
Maybe he was just reading into it more than he should, maybe he was just
being friendly. He rolled towards the
older man and found himself looking into amethyst eyes virtually sparkling with
mischief.

“Shouldn’t we get going?”

“We’re in no hurry, Jou and Honda won’t
be up for another hour at least. Unless
you wanted to get breakfast without them.”

“Uh, doesn’t matter to me.” Mokuba was having great difficulty focusing
on anything other than the circles Yugi was absentmindedly tracing on his bare
chest.

“Am I making you
uncomfortable?” Yugi lifted his hand
and propped his head up on his elbow, looking down into dark eyes. “I’m sorry if I am, I just couldn’t resist.”

“It’s okay, really.” Mokuba couldn’t get his mind around what
Yugi may, or may not be suggesting.
“Why don’t we get some breakfast?”

“Sounds good.” Yugi pulled away and sat on the edge of the
bed, stretching. Mokuba noticed sleek
muscle along his arms and back; he may have been slight but he was well-toned. He turned and got out of bed, quickly
pulling on his jeans, not trusting himself to look at Yugi without either
jumping on him, or setting the room on fire with his blush. Yugi pulled on his jeans and moved to open
the door that linked the rooms. The
curtains were still drawn tight against the daylight, a single large lump in
the middle of the bed. He grinned
evilly and launched himself at the lump, landing right in the center and
causing a large groan to be elicited from it.

“God, Yug…what time is it?” Jou poked his head out, eyes rimmed with red
as he tried to glare with all his might.

“About 8:30!” His voice was saccharine as he made this
announcement, thrilled with waking them.

“You got to be fucking kidding
me! God, Yug, go away!” Honda’s voice emerged from the blanket. He pulled Jou back down, cuddling him
close. “We’ll catch up with you later.”

“As you wish.” Yugi jumped up, heading back to his room
laughing merrily. Mokuba chuckled
quietly, not wanting to commit to responsibility. Yugi winked at him and closed the door behind him. “C’mon, how could I resist.” He shrugged his shoulders, grabbing clean
clothes out of his bag. “Let’s get
dressed and get out of here.”

Mokuba agreed wholeheartedly, here
was confusing. They both showered and
dressed in record time, Saturday morning cartoons droning in the
background. Mokuba must not be that
immature because it was Yugi who put them on.
They enjoyed a huge breakfast, each amazed at how much the other could
put away, and conversation was easy.
Despite how awkward the situation was to him when he woke up, he was
completely comfortable with Yugi now.

Jou and Honda caught up with them
about an hour after they hit the convention.
The day went by in a flash, each setting out on their own and not really
seeing each other until dinnertime.
They were all starving and decided to call it a day. Instead of room
service they opted to eat at the restaurant.
The food was good, but they were carding, which left Mokuba to feel like
a little kid. They each snuck him sips
of their drinks, but still felt somewhat silly.

It shocked Mokuba somewhat at how
much alcohol they could put away. The
booze flowed freely throughout dinner, each getting goofier by the minute. After dinner they decided to go for a walk,
well more like a stagger, and the night was sweet and balmy. He loved this time of year when the nights
were mild and the air alive. They took
off down the strip, stopping here and there along the way to look in quaint
shops and visit bars. After a while
they reached a club and Jou and Honda’s eyes lit up like kids on Christmas-
they both loved to dance! The bouncer
at the door was taking ID’s so Mokuba hung back, not wanting to hinder their
fun.

“I’m just gonna go back to the
hotel.” He tried to sound chipper and
hide his disappointment. It sucked to
be underage.

“That’s okay, I don’t really want
to go clubbing all night anyway.” Yugi
smiled at him reassuringly, “I’ll go back with you.”

“You don’t have to, really, I-“

“No big deal. We’ll go back and watch some bad movies. It’ll be fun. I can’t keep up with the two of them anyway.” Yugi ran to catch up to his friends that
were pulling their ID’s out of their wallets.
“Hey, you guys go and have some fun, we’re going to head back.”

Jou smirked at Yugi, shooting him a
knowing glance. “You have some too,
okay?” Yugi shook his head, not even
bothering to respond and headed back to Mokuba.

“C’mon, let’s go.” Yugi reached for Mokuba’s hand to lead him
away and decided to keep it. Linking
fingers they started back down the strip towards the hotel.

Mokuba felt like he’d died and went
to heaven. Sure he could brush off last
night and this morning as Yugi just being friendly, but Yugi didn’t usually
hold hands with his friends like this.
This has got to mean something, right?
He just wished he had more confidence in himself, if only he were a
little older. The walk back was
enjoyable as they talked about whatever came to mind. They returned to their room and Mokuba felt a surge of
butterflies as Yugi keyed the door open and they went in. He felt anxious about the unknown,
self-conscious of his youth. No matter
what he would have Yugi all to himself tonight, and that was more than he could
ask for.

“Want a drink?” Yugi headed towards the wet bar, which had
magically refilled itself in their absence.
He pulled out a few shots and lined them up. He had a pretty good buzz and didn’t want to loose the edge.

“Sure. How about a Kamikaze, I liked that.”

“What have we turned you
into?” Yugi raised an eyebrow in his
direction, chuckling softly. “Straight
up or on the rocks?”

“Straight up.” Mokuba smirked in the other’s direction
before kicking off his shoes and flopping down on the bed. He reached for the remote and immediately
began to surf.

Yugi handed him his drink and
followed suit, settling himself next to the other on the bed. They found a Monty Python movie on and
laughed till tears streamed down their faces while they drank. Yugi stood and headed for the bathroom,
leaving Mokuba to ponder their situation.
Should he make a move? Should he
wait? He could feel the alcohol
loosening his inhibitions, aided by the attraction flowing through them like
electricity. He just didn’t want to
make a mistake, and to be honest didn’t know what the mistake could be. Yugi walked back into the room and stopped
to admire the raven-haired beauty on the bed.
He so wanted to follow his lust, but didn’t want to take advantage of
him. It appeared that he was
interested, but he didn’t want to pressure him into anything he wasn’t ready
for. During this internal debate he
suddenly noticed dark eyes on his, looking at him questioningly.

“Are you going to stand there all
night?”

Yugi laughed out loud and rushed
the bed, pouncing on the boy pinning him swiftly. “I’m sorry, was I neglecting you?”

Mokuba couldn’t muster the ability
to speak; the sheer presence of the man straddling his chest was deliciously
overwhelming.

“Cat got your tongue?” He smirked evilly, “Let’s see if I can find
it.” At this Yugi lowered his mouth and
kissed Mokuba, licking his lower lip and coaxing his mouth open. The kiss became openly carnal, both unable
to get enough of what they’d been denying themselves for so long. Mokuba grabbed Yugi’s hips and pulled him
closer, causing him to growl deep in his throat. Yugi pulled away, eyes clouded with passion. He wanted no misunderstandings before this
went further.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a
long time.” Yugi’s voice was rough with
desire. He slid off his captor and lay
next to him, propping his head up with his elbow looking like he had all the
time in the world.

“Really?” Mokuba’s voice was filled with awe at the thought. He watched Yugi nod solemnly, his heart
skipping a beat. “Me too.”

Yugi reached out and stroked his
hair with his free hand, enjoying the feel of silk that he’d been denied. “I just didn’t know how you’d take it, me
being older…” His voice trailed off as he leaned to kiss those rosy lips again,
unable to resist. The kiss was gentle
this time, undemanding, and oh, so sweet.
Mokuba pivoted on his side so he could face the other, allowing his
fingers to bury themselves in thick hair.
They pulled away once again, both needing to settle their whirling
thoughts.

“It doesn’t matter, you being
older. We’ve known each other for so
long I can’t feel the difference.”
Mokuba shrugged his shoulders slightly and smiled.

“I’m a not a kid anymore.”

“I noticed.” Yugi grinned like a hungry animal as he
allowed himself to look Mokuba over from head to toe, running a finger down his
chest. When his eyes returned to
Mokuba’s his expression softened, became serious. “I’m not just looking for sex, I can get that anywhere. I want you.” He focused on those dark eyes, searching for an answer, feeling a
bit nervous.

Mokuba smiled, cupping the other’s
cheek in his palm, drawing him closer for another kiss. His voice was low and husky, “You have me.”

They lay there intertwined, lazily
exploring each other’s mouths, hands roaming, stroking and caressing. They had all the time in the world. Yugi was willing to go slow, no matter how
much it killed him. He could tell by
the way Mokuba kissed and touched that he wasn’t inexperienced; really, he just
didn’t want to pressure him.

Yugi gasped as Mokuba snaked a hand
under his shirt, stroking his bare flesh.
He could feel him smile against his mouth, pleased with the
reaction. Yugi pulled back, looking at
his friend questioning. “I don’t want
you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
Yugi stroked his cheek, enjoying how Mokuba leaned into it like a kitten
searching for more attention.

“I may not be as experienced as
you, but there’s nothing I don’t want to do with you.” Mokuba’s voice was teasing, a definite
sparkle in his eyes. “I want it all.”

This statement shook Yugi to the
core, passion surging almost out of control.
He leaned down and kissed Mokuba hard, enjoying the sounds of pleasure
the other was making in his throat. He
pulled at his shirt, lifting it over his head and tossing it aside. He ran the tips of his fingers across his
smooth chest, enjoying the shivers he was causing the other.

Mokuba pushed himself up and began
to unbutton the other’s shirt, leaving it on but spreading it open. He leaned, nibbling on the soft flesh at the
base of his throat and kissing slowly lower.
Yugi moaned deep in his throat as Mokuba circled his nipple with his
tongue before closing his lips around it and suckling. Yugi let the younger set the pace, quivering
as he felt fingers undoing the button of his pants, unzipping them painfully
slow, and reaching a hand expertly into the top. He closed his eyes, gasping in pleasure as the other’s hand
encircled his erection, squeezing it gently.
He could only take so much of this gentle torment before he opened his
eyes, easing himself up and pushed Mokuba backwards on the bed, causing Mokuba
to relinquish his hold. He groaned in
disappointment but it didn’t stop Yugi from starting his assault after slipping
quickly out of his pants.

Yugi ran his tongue gingerly down
the other’s chest, momentarily teasing a nipple before continuing his
descent. He stopped, kissing him just
below his navel and looking up at him with a smile. Mokuba just laid there, hands fisted at his sides, drowning in
this sweet torture. Yugi slowly
unfastened Mokuba’s jeans, hooking his fingers over the top of his boxers and
pulling both down, before discarding them on the floor. He kneeled at the foot of the bed, gazing
lovingly at the naked body before him, in awe at such beauty. Mokuba was slight of build but toned to perfection,
raven hair a stark contrast against the white of the pillow. His chest was smooth, his stomach flat, a
small trail of hair beginning just below his navel and ending in a nest at the
base of his erection. He bent forward,
nipping the skin just above his navel, smirking at the sharp intake of breath
it caused. He ran his tongue low,
lightly teasing until he reached the object of his quest. Without further hesitation he rolled his
tongue around the tip before easing the length into his mouth. Mokuba cried out in ecstasy as Yugi opened
his throat, taking all of him in, bucking his hips involuntarily at the
pleasure. Yugi sucked him lovingly
until he felt him tightening up, close to the edge and pulled away.

Mokuba groaned when the
ministrations stopped. Yugi blanketed him with his body, bracing his weight
with his arms, and kissed him deeply pressing his own arousal against the
other’s stomach. Mokuba’s eyes were
heavy lidded with passion as he pushed Yugi off him and eagerly took him into
his mouth. Yugi was not disappointed
with his ability as Mokuba quickly brought him to the brink before pulling away
with a smirk. Two could play at this
game.

Yugi growled and lunged for Mokuba,
pinning him to the bed and kissing him into submission. “How do you want this to end?” Mokuba was touched that Yugi cared enough
about him to ask.

“I want you to fuck me.” Mokuba’s voice wavered a bit with nervous
anticipation, “You’ll be my first.”

Yugi nuzzled the side of his neck
and spoke softly into the other’s ear.
“And your last.” He felt better having pledged himself, now there would
be no confusion at his intention. He
lifted his head to look deeply into those dark eyes, searching for a response.

“And my last.” Mokuba smiled gently after giving his pledge,
pulling Yugi towards him.

Yugi kissed him passionately before
breaking away and leaning towards the nightstand, pulling out a small
bottle. Mokuba almost laughed, wanting
to tease him about planning ahead, but didn’t want to ruin the moment. It could wait until later. Yugi knew that this would be uncomfortable
for him, but wanted his first time to be as painless as possible. The key was to overwhelm him with pleasure to
make the rest easier. He moved slowly
hoping to put Mokuba’s mind at ease that there was no hurry. He kissed Mokuba, stroking his chest,
pinching his nipples and enjoying the moans of pleasure. He removed his fingers and replaced them
with his mouth, circling the nipple with his hot tongue and nipping it with his
teeth. Yugi continued his assault
lower, trying to forget his own desperate need for that of his lover. Soon his mouth was once again on Mokuba’s
erection, licking, sucking and teasing.

Mokuba grab fistfuls of the blanket
below him as he emitted guttural moans, eyes shut tight in pleasure. He felt Yugi push his legs apart and start
applying lubricant on his virgin opening, probing him gently, all the while
still servicing him with his mouth. The
fingers started to feel good as they probed deeper, occasionally hitting a spot
that made him cry out with the overwhelming sensations.

Just as Yugi felt Mokuba on the
brink he retreated, pushing himself to his knees and slathering his erection
with lubricant. He pushed Mokuba’s legs
up and positioned himself, then stopped.
“If you want me to stop, tell me.”
Mokuba wrapped his legs around him in response, urging him forward. Yugi eased himself into the tight opening
slowly, keeping his eyes on the other’s face.
He stilled his movement when he was fully embedded, allowing for him to
get used to the invasion, he would go slow even if it killed him. He felt Mokuba relax and wrap his legs even
tighter around him. He pulled out
slowly in response before sinking himself back in. Mokuba moaned in pleasure, lifting his hips and urging him on.

Yugi tried to maintain a slow, easy
pace, but Mokuba would have nothing to do with it. What Yugi was doing felt incredible. Sure it was uncomfortable at first, but he was so confident in
Yugi’s hands it was easy to relax. Each
time Yugi thrust inside him he was overcome with such pleasure, willing him
deeper.

Yugi was overcome with the passion
between them and was virtually pounding himself into the man beneath him (no
longer a boy, definitely a man), driven by the legs tightly around him. He felt himself dangerously close to release
so reached between their bodies, stroking Mokuba’s neglected erection in rhythm
with his thrusts. Mokuba pulled him
down, holding him close while sucking on the tender flesh of his neck. He felt Mokuba buck beneath him and felt the
come that shot between them, coating both their chests. This was more than he could handle and he
came with a cry of release, emptying himself deep in his lover. He collapsed with the power of his orgasm,
trying to brace some of his weight with his arms. He pressed his forehead against Mokuba’s, listening to the rapid
beat of his own heart and their gasps for breath.

Mokuba whimpered when Yugi pulled
out, saddened by the emptiness that followed.
Yugi lay next to him, wiping them both off with a discarded pair of
boxers before pulling him into his arms.
They lay entwined in post-coital bliss, both equally amazed that it had
been that spectacular.

Yugi nuzzled the other’s neck,
kissing it gently, “Any regrets?”

Mokuba was silent for a moment
before answering. “No, never any
regrets…ever.” He pulled the older man
closer, snuggling deeper into the covers and drifted off in the safety of his
arms.

Morning came too quickly. Although they wanted nothing more than to
spend the day in bed, they had to check out by 11 o’clock. Yugi groaned at the prospect of getting up,
instead laying his head on Mokuba’s chest feeling content to have his hair
stroked. Once they left things would
become more complicated and neither of them wanted to talk about it. They had committed themselves to each other
the night before and that was all that mattered; everything would eventually
fall into place. The biggest problem
they were not discussing was Seto. They
were eventually going to need to tell him and the prospect did not thrill
either of them. It could wait, one day
at a time and all that crap.

The morning wasn’t too pleasant for
their friends either. It turns out
Honda and Jou had stayed out until about 4am, and then spent the next two hours
fucking like rabbits. They were both
dead to the world when Yugi opened the door to their room and moved stealthily
towards the bed. He looked over his
shoulder at Mokuba, who had sense enough to stand back, and smiled a
smile filled with pure evil. He lifted
the ice bucket above their unsuspecting heads and without further ado emptied
the contents then bolted towards the door.

Their shrieks could be heard all
over the hotel. Jou jumped up, naked as
the day he was born and bolted towards the door that Yugi was frantically
trying to shut. He slammed against it
with his shoulder, pushing it open enough to snake his arm through. Yugi didn’t want to hurt him so released the
door and turned for the safety of the bathroom. Unfortunately he was a little too slow.

Jou tackled him to the floor and
straddled his chest, wet hair dripping icy water over Yugi’s face. Jou was shaking, weather with cold or rage
it was hard to tell. Honda appeared
next to him, having taken the time to slip on some boxers, holding his own ice
bucket filled with icy water.

“Hold him down!” Honda scolded Jou as Yugi was frantically
trying to wiggle his way from under his friend. He looked up at Mokuba for help but found Mokuba was purple with
laughter, pretty much unable to stand on his own let alone offer assistance.

“Don’t douse me, I’m wet
enough!” Jou scooted higher on Yugi’s
chest, his flaccid member inches from the other’s face.

Yugi screamed and laughed at the
same time as Honda pulled his pants down and dumped ice water all over his
lower torso. “Okay! Okay!
Get your dick out of my face!”

Jou rolled off him, laughing like a
loon at the sight they made. He looked
up at Mokuba who was desperately trying to regain control; the whole thing was
just too funny. “You have anything to
do with this?” Jou jumped up and
started for him.

“No! No! It was all Yugi’s idea!”
Yugi gaped at him opened mouthed at his betrayal. He jumped up and tackled him himself.

Mokuba was choking on his laughter
as Jou and Yugi held him down, waiting for Honda to show up with another bucked
of water…

Needless to say they left the maids
a huge tip, feeling somewhat bad for the carnage they left behind. Their weekend was over, but for Yugi and
Mokuba the fun was just beginning.
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A Weekend to Remember

A Weekend to Remember