Mokuba paced his room. He really needed to talk to Otogi--there were some things that he read that he didn't quite like--but he hadn't seen the other boy in such a long time. He thought that Otogi would show up at the house since he was supposed to be living there now, but there was no sign. He whipped out his phone and scrolled down to Otogi's number, his fingers a little rough on the phone pad, and dialed.

Otogi yawned, trying to keep his eyes on the road as he drove home from the mall. He heard a buzzing noise, similar to that of his cell phone when it was on vibrate in the passenger seat. He picked up the black electronic and saw the blue screen blinking, "Mokuba" flashing on the screen. He sighed and pressed the green call button to answer the call. "Hello?"

"Where the hell are you?" Mokuba pulled out his desk chair and threw himself on it.

"I'm on my way!" he said, connecting his cell phone to the handless headpiece so he could drive and talk. "I got caught up in traffic, but I'm coming. Don't worry, I'll be there soon," he said in a reassuring voice.

Mokuba relaxed a little, tilting the chair back. "Okay. You just haven't been here lately." Or at all. "I have something I want to talk to you about. So hurry up."

Otogi nodded, taking the exit towards the mansion. "I'll be there shortly." He wasn't one to make people mad on purpose, so he was kind of scared what Mokuba wanted to talk about.

"Good." He hung up, not really caring to say goodbye. Otogi would be here soon anyway. Instead, he changed out of his work wear and into home clothing, still, of course, looking great. He made his way downstairs and peered out the window, waiting to see Otogi's car pull up. Damn traffic.

Otogi stared at the phone for a moment, then shrugged and dropped it in the seat. He turned his headlights on so he was able to see the Kaiba mansion. 11:00 at night wasn't enough for him to see. He parked the car in the driveway and slipped his jacket on, knocking on the front door.

Mokuba pulled the door open quickly and smiled at his invited guest. He was much calmer now, partially because of meditation, the other part due to something he took. "Let's go sit down on the sofa. I had tea made, and cookies. They're very good."

Otogi nodded and followed him calmly to the sofa, shutting the door behind him. "So you said we had something we needed to talk about?" he said, stuffing a cookie in his mouth.

"Oh, let's not rush these things." He, too, grabbed a cookie and took a bite. Ah, he loved frosted cookies. He took a sip of tea before continuing. "What have you been up to lately? I haven't seen you in so long." He smiled so big his eyes practically shut.

Otogi shrugged, running a finger through his messy hair. "The same, which is nothing. Though I ran into Honda at the mall earlier today, it was...odd, to say the least.”

"Oh, into Honda, huh? What was so odd about it?" He scooted closer to Otogi until their legs touched.

Otogi jumped a bit and rested his hand on Mokuba's leg. "Because he hadn't talked to me in months and then when he saw me DDRing and we talked, it was like we were the best of friends."

Mokuba hid his twitch by grabbing another cookie. "That's just wonderful. I'm just so happy." He grabbed his cup and downed the tea that was in it, and then poured himself another. "Anything else of interest happen?"

Otogi blinked, confused by why Mokuba seemed so...twitchy-like. "Mokuba, you okay?" He asked, moving a little closer. "You don't usually act like this..." Shrugging it off, he filled a glass with hot tea and sipped at it.

Well, he'd take that as an opening. "Is there a reason I shouldn't be okay?" Mokuba kept a keen eye on any movement that Otogi made. He had learned that actions were just as powerful as words, if not more so.

"No, there really isn't," he blinked. "Unless you know something that I don't." He shrugged as he drank more tea.

Oh, Otogi was good. Not only did his speech leave little to pick apart, but his actions were casual and showed nothing as well. Well, he could be just as casual as Otogi could. "Maybe I read something." He gave his hair a brush and crossed his legs, not paying too much attention to anything in particular.

Otogi was confused. He was never...read about. "...I'm in the tabloids?" This was news to him. Though the unspoken-of kiss wasn't.

Mokuba threw his hands in the air. That was it! "No, you weren't in the tabloids. That space is reserved for me." He really would have liked to throw the cookie in his hand somewhere, but that wouldn't solve anything. If Lee were here she would tell him to take a deep breathe, so he did. And he ate the cookie so it wouldn't turn into a weapon. When he was ready to talk he did so in a calm voice. "I read that you flirted with Honda."

Just as Otogi brought the cup of tea to his lips, he spit it out. "Say whaaat? When did you -- I mean, that’s preposterous!" he said, shaking it off as if it was nothing.

"Really? It doesn't sound like that to me...and I wouldn't think an innocent person would be so worked up as to spit their tea all over my furniture." Dammit! He'd have to have the cleaners over again.

He sighed. "Well wherever you heard it from, it’s true," he said, sliding a finger through his hair.

Mokuba stood up and pointed a finger at the boy. "So you admit it! So what do you have to say for yourself?"

Otogi looked him straight in the eye. "You want me to be truthful? Yeah, I felt a little bit guilty, but I sure as hell don't regret it."

He felt as if Otogi had slapped him. Didn't regret it? "But there were rules in this relationship....thing. Whatever it is."

Otogi sighed, lowering his head. "Yeah, I know. But he was...there. And he didn't seem to mind. I don't know what came over me, but I guess the feelings are still there, Mokuba." He shrugged. "It's something I can never change."

"Well then." Mokuba paced, always stopping and turning when he reached Otogi. So that's the way it was. Otogi was just like the rest of them; didn't respect like he should, didn't worship as he should. When he reached a decision he went and stood in front of Otogi. He peered down at the boy as he spoke slowly, calmly. "Then you go ahead and continue your feelings for him."

"Mokuba," he sighed. "It's something I can't decide; it just...happens. I've liked him for a while and the feelings never died!" Otogi stood up and got on his knees so he could look Mokuba more in the eyes.

"Then maybe I'll decide something then. You go ahead and have your stupid feelings and not be here at all, even though you are supposed to be living here. Go ahead and run around town and do who knows what and don't even follow the rules. I don't care." He stared hard at Otogi. "It doesn't make a bit of difference. This relationship was never going to work. All it's done is make me feel all...weird. And I don't like it."

Otogi shrugged. "As you wish," he stood up and grabbed his coat, prepared to leave the mansion. "I'm sorry, okay? But for the record, it was weird for me, too."

Mokuba reached out and grabbed Otogi's arm. "You're not supposed to just leave. You're supposed to be angry and want me to say something and stuff. You don't just leave."

"What else was I supposed to do?" He threw his jacket on the couch. Now he knew why he didn't date thirteen-year olds: puberty.

He threw his hands up in the air. "Like I'm supposed to know. You asked me to get into this thing, and I said yes, and then you flirt with other people, and you could have had sex for all I know. And I feel bad and it's just not cool." Mokuba thought that maybe he should just say it; get it out there instead of this hinting around or whatever they were doing.

"For your information, I didn't have sex." He spat back at him, leaning on the leg of the couch. "Of course you feel bad; it's called a RELATIONSHIP. You knew there were going to be consequences, so why even get into it?" Ohhh, touche.

"I didn't know what consequences there were going to be. Hell, this was my first relationship! I thought I'd give it a go. I wasn't supposed to feel bad or be hurt by it."

"You get used to it after a while," he said with a shrug.

Mokuba let himself fall back on the sofa. "But I don't want to get used to. I don't even know what I should do. I thought I did, even just a few moments ago I thought I knew." This whole thing was really complicated and making him say things that just shouldn't really be said. He was hurt and felt bad? No, that should have never left his mouth.

Otogi didn't really know what to say, so he propped himself across from him and gave him the most attention he had. "I'm listening..."

He sighed. "I was going to break up with you. Cut the losses or whatever. Then I was going to go have sex or at least watch some porn. Now I don't feel like it." He never thought there would be a time when he wouldn't want to watch porn. "I felt all strange when I read that you flirted with Honda. Like angry and stuff. You know."

"So you were going to break up with me before you found out about the Honda situation?" Otogi said, rather smugly. "What, a late birthday surprise?" He put a hand on Mokuba's shoulder. "All these things you're feeling....they come natural in relationships. Just...embrace them."

"Embrace them? What is this, a Hallmark card?" It was a silly idea. Why would he want to embrace something that made him feel not entirely good? "And I was going to break up with you because you were flirting...because other then that I like you."

Otogi was actually shocked to hear those words come out of his mouth. So he wasn't just a worshipper? He actually liked him? Now this felt more than odd... "I'm shocked," was all he managed to squeak out.

"Er." Mokuba looked away and crossed his arms. "Well, whatever." Curiosity eventually got the better of him and he slid his gaze over to Otogi. "You're shocked?"

"Very." Otogi nodded, looking straight at him. "When we first got into this, I thought it was just a joke; a way for you to settle down. I never thought you'd actually....develop feelings for me."

"Settle down? Feelings? For you?" Mokuba waved his hands in front of him. "I don't think I want to talk about this anymore." Because there is no way in hell he'd just talk about his feelings. Those pesky things were private for a reason.

Otogi shrugged. "Geez, I was just saying."

"Well don't be angry."

"I'm not." He stared at him, not wanting to say anything more to make himself look stupid.

"Good." Mokuba looked around. Where did that leave them then? Maybe he should ask. "So, um...." Screw the asking, find a distraction. "You want another cookie?"

Otogi shrugged. "I have nothing else better to do." Things were...more than awkward, to say the least. Maybe he shouldn't have even started talking.

"Sorry,” Mokuba said between munches, trying to be as quiet in his apology as possible.

"There's nothing to be sorry about," he shrugged, stuffing another cookie in his mouth.

Mokuba did his best not to flare up in anger. He'd never say sorry again to Otogi, or to anyone for that matter. Why he even did it here he didn't know. Another slip of the tongue. Maybe it was the pills from earlier. "So are you still my boyfriend?" Dammit! Those pills were going in the trash.

Otogi blinked. For once, he really didn't know how to answer that. "Well...if you want me to be..." he shrugged, looking down at the floor, which seemed much more interesting than the Kaiba.

"Don't sound so enthused. I wouldn't want you to collapse on the floor from the excitement."

Otogi sighed. "Whatever. It's all too confusing with the whole Honda thing and...." he laid his forehead in his palm. "I don't know."

Mokuba closed his eyes. It really was just too confusing, like Otogi said. "Maybe you should just go home or something. We can figure out whatever later. Unless you had another idea?" He let his head roll to face Otogi, but he didn't open his eyes. His head was starting to hurt.

"I just need some time to think," he sighed, rubbing his temple.

"Yeah, okay." He really wished he could look inside the guy's head and see what was going on in there.

Otogi stared at Mokuba and didn't even care that thousands of thoughts were running through his head, causing his eyebrow to twitch slightly in agitation. "Mokuba, I'm going to ask. What the hell do you want from me?" Oh boy. What a statement.

"I...well, I just..." Mokuba couldn't finish because he had no idea what to say. He had no idea what he wanted from Otogi, but he couldn't very well admit to that. Wasn't he supposed to be so sure of himself and have all the answers? He felt like he was running a track race, but his body didn't move an inch. Even his breathing was starting become more noticeable. He couldn't show that. He had to do the only thing he knew that he could do well: be defensive. "Why does that even matter to you? It doesn't have a thing to do with what we're talking about."

"It sure as hell does! Don't try digressing because you're tongue-tied; I asked you a question and I want a fucking answer," Otogi said in a voice barely lower than a shout. This was getting frustrating. If he was mad about the kiss why didn't he say anything before?

Like he was going to take this. No one yelled to Mokuba like that, not unless he was doing some yelling back. He jumped to his feet, making his hands into fists and doing his best to keep them at his sides so as not to punch the boy in front of him that was irritating him to no end. "You want to know? Do you really? Well, here you go. I don't want you thinking about anyone else! I don't want you touching anyone else! And if I want you to be near me for WHATEVER reason, then you should be there. It's just me, and I don't see why that should be so damned hard for you." He let a rough breath escape him as he leaned over, exhausted.

Otogi just stared at him in awe. "I see, then. That's how you want it? I can't live like this, Mokuba. I need to be able to breathe. If I can't think for myself, then what am I supposed to do?" The last thing he wanted was to start a fight, but he did and there was definitely no stopping it now.

Mokuba just stood there, looking at the ground, the fast beating of his heart suddenly stopping. The sudden silence of that loud thumping made him hear everything else around him: a servant moving in the kitchen, stepping on that squeaky floorboard that still needed fixing; birds calling back and forth to one another; Otogi's breathing. "You don't want to be with me anymore?" He whispered to the ground. "I don't even get what you want from me."

"No, I didn't say that and you know it." All he could do was stare at him. "You know what? I don't know what I want from you either. I...I really don't." Otogi walked over to the window, looking outside at the tranquil night sky, hard drops of rain falling to the ground. "It's just hard when there's someone else, Mokuba."

He looked up and saw him at the window, looking damn beautiful with the light filtering in around him and catching on his dice earring. As much as hated to care, he couldn't make himself not. He had gambled with the idea of a relationship and believed he could overcome it, but what he felt now wasn't a winning feeling. Otogi made him feel good and he didn't want to lose him to some other guy. Unless...unless something could be done to where everyone would be happy. "What if we, ah, extended the relationship?"

Otogi turned around. "Extend it?" He seemed confused. "Elaborate and I might consider," he smirked with a bright smile as he leaned against the window sill.

"Well, if you have someone you're interested in, and as long as they're hot...why don't we make this a relationship of three?" Compromises had to be made all the time. He had to do it in business, as much as it pained him. And this, he thought, shouldn't end up in a bad way if he got to be with two people, along with anyone else he wanted to be with.

Otogi's emerald eyes glistened as they widened to the size of ping-pong balls. "..you're being serious? Oh wow, it’s overwhelming, I’ll give you that." BUT HOT.

Mokuba sauntered over, letting himself lean into Otogi and looked up into his wide-eyes. "I'm being extremely serious. So." He ran his hands up the other boy's chest and let them rest in front of his neck. "You want to do it?"

Otogi embraced him in his arms, his anger finally subsiding. He opened his mouth to say something, but his state of being said enough and there was no need for words. He nodded his head to the smaller boy.

He smiled. "Good. Should you do the contacting, or should I?"

"We can do it together. You know how I suggested that DDR tournament...?" He grinned.

"Good thinking. I guess we'll just see him together sometime then." Mokuba lifted himself up to his tip-toes and kissed the side of Otogi's neck, then backed away.