“Damn it Mokuba. ‘Don’t turn on the lights,’ yeah, whatever.” Jounouchi walked in the direction the boy had pointed him, falling on the bed when he came to it. “Nice, could get used to something like this.” As his eyes got used to the near darkness of the room, he noticed a small amount of light coming from under a door to the right. Curiosity getting the better of him, he went to check it out. “Cool, personal bathroom. Yup could really get used to this.” ‘And I could use a shower…’ Jounouchi looked over all the stuff on the counter, ‘Damn, they stock the guest rooms well now don’t they?’ He opened up the various bottles of body washes and shampoos, smelling each one, ‘A little girly but not bad.’ The smell actually seemed familiar to him, but he couldn’t place it, not like Anzu or Serenity could afford to use something like that. “What the hell, this one will do.”



He turned on the shower letting the water get warm while he striped. He reached in to make sure the water was just right before stepping in. The feel of the water hitting his skin, brought Jounouchi out of the slight haze he had still been in. ‘Gotta find out just what that was Mokuba was pouring for us.’ ‘This has been one interesting night,’ Jounouchi was thinking. The first game of the evening was still running through his head. That first kiss, ‘probably the only kiss’, with Kaiba, he could still feel it on his lips. “Damn, shake it off man.” ‘Thoughts about things like that are self-destructive…but damn!’ Jounouchi had finished his shower, and stepped out of the room while drying off. “Oh man! Well no one will know but me I guess,” and with that he climbed into bed to try to go to sleep.





~~meanwhile, downstairs~~





“Seto, are you still awake?” Mokuba crept into the room, afraid to awaken his brother if he had fallen asleep.

“Of course I am,” came the reply, “it’s going to take more than a few of these to knock me out. You should know that. And besides you said you want to talk, so of course I would still be here waiting for you.” Mokuba smiled at this. His brother was right, it would take more than what he had drank to put Seto Kaiba under the table, but he had had enough to take the edge off. It had been a long time since he had seen his brother this relaxed; Mokuba wasn’t going to ruin it.



“Seto,” he started, and then took a big breath, “Ithinkit’stimeyougotaloverorsomething.”

“What?” Seto sat up, nearly choking on his drink.

“You need someone, besides me to take care of you. Someone who will listen when you started yelling and then yell back. Someone who won’t back down from you no matter how much you bully them too. All you ever do is work; you never have any real fun or do anything most people do. You need a life, or a wife, or something.”

Those blue eyes, which could never look at the younger boy with anything but love, stared at him now. He couldn’t believe what Mokuba was telling him. The boy was obviously out of his mind. “Little brother, I’m only seventeen; there is no way in the seven hells I’m getting married right now. If ever.”

“Fine a fuck buddy then…”

“Mokuba Kaiba, where did you pick up such language and why would you even suggest something like that?”

“First question, school. Second, you’re repressed sexually and need an outlet.”

‘Gods, this kid is giving me a headache, or maybe I have had too much of this stuff.’

“There has to be someone who you’d be interested in, Seto.”

“Mokuba whatever gave you the idea I was repressed?”

“That shrink you make me see said so.” Mokuba could see his brother thinking about this, ‘Good thing the doctor told me I didn’t need to see him anymore.’ “So if you could have anybody who would it be?” Mokuba knew his brother wouldn’t answer that question, but it got his mind thinking again. ‘Yup.’ Seto had that look in his eyes again, the same one he had when he thought no one was watching him, watching Jounouchi. The same one he had earlier when he was spinning the bottle hoping it would land on Jounouchi. Mokuba liked that look; it made his brother’s face all soft and kinda fuzzy looking.

“Mokuba this is silly,” Seto had come to his self again, “I don’t even know why I’m sitting here discussing this with you.”

 “Because you love me, I love you, and we both like seeing each other happy. Look we can talk about this later if you want, but we will keep talking about it.” ‘Or not…if this night ends like I planned it.’ “Come on, let’s go to bed. The others are all asleep ‘or not if their nights are going like I planned’ and may be up early tomorrow for Christmas presents and stuff.”



Mokuba and Seto walked up the stairs to their rooms, “Do you want me to come in a tuck you in tonight little brother?” Seto teased.

“Very funny, I haven’t needed you to do that for years now,” Mokuba replied, “but I’ll come make sure you get to bed safely.”

“Oh going to tuck me in are you?” Seto smiled at the boy.

“No I don’t think I need to do that, but I want to make sure you get there okay.”

Seto got that feeling again, the one that he got every time Mokuba was about to cause him trouble, ‘No too late, I did have too much tonight.’

When they got to Seto’s door, Mokuba opened it for him. “Good night, big brother.”

“Night Mokuba. Love you,” Seto reached down and ruffled up his brother’s hair.

“Oooo mushy stuff,” Mokuba giggled, “love you too.” He shut the down and waited for Seto to get far enough away so he wouldn’t hear the slight click of the door locking. ‘Wonder how long it’ll take for him to realize the door’s locked from this side? Amazing he didn’t notice the door handle was backwards.’ Before walking to his own room he quietly said, “Merry Christmas, brother, enjoy your present.”





 

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