Honda looked at his watch and sighed. There was a limit to how long he could sit in one place people-watching before mall security started giving him funny looks, and that limit was probably just about up. "Hm, I guess I could head towards the arcade. Maybe I'll run into someone interesting there."

Mokuba had woken up earlier that morning with a skip in his step, and there was no better way to celebrate that occasion then with shopping. He had been around the High-End District for most of the morning, and had finally made it to the mall, though he didn't find anything he particularly cared enough to buy. Maybe I'll just go home, he thought as he pulled out his phone, but then remembered the arcade. He hadn't played games in ages, and it seemed like the perfect way to end his shopping adventures. He put his cell phone back in his pocket and made his way through the many shoppers and towards the arcade.

Honda looked around as he strolled along the mall walkway. "Heh, you know you've been here too long if you can tell from a distance when the window displays have changed." He stuck his hands in his pocket, trying to remember how much he had to spend in the arcade. 'Enough for several games,' he decided, 'at least one, even if I get several continues.' When he got to the arcade, he was glad to see that several of the fighter-style games were open.

If Mokuba had realized that the arcade was at the other end of the mall he would have called for the limo. The trek wasn't so bad, though, because it gave him time to narrow down what he wanted to play. He'd always kept an eye on that drum game, and he decided that he was going to play it. His friends shouldn't be around at this time, so if he did bad it wouldn't be a total embarrassment. Mokuba finally reached the arcade and stepped inside, hearing the humming of machines and the sounds of both the games and the players. Now where was that drum game again? He made his way inside and began to look around.

Honda walked to the back, weaving between kids who looked no more than ten. Not stopping to wonder why they were here so late, he started up the last machine in the row. He'd been on edge for most of the day, and this was a good, safe way to blow off some steam. 'Hopefully the brats will get the message and leave me alone for awhile.'

He really hoped that the drum game hadn't been removed, but he wasn't finding it anywhere. He could have sworn it was near the front of the arcade, but maybe it was moved towards the back. After stopping and checking out some really cute girls on the DDR machine, Mokuba made his way towards the back when he saw Honda playing a game with quite a bit of force. I can't let him see me, he thought, and he quickly hid himself behind a machine. He didn't think he'd run into him until the tournament when he was with Otogi. And the way Honda was playing that game...it was a little too violent, and Mokuba didn't want any part in that.

Honda noticed some movement out of the corner of his eye, but ignored it. So far, no one had dared to bother him, and it looked like no one would tonight. "Last round, folks, and then we call it a night." There was something soothing about talking to characters who couldn't answer back. This had been a good idea, definitely the highlight of his day. He continued muttering at the game, not caring what he was saying.

"Who was he--was he talking to the screen?" Mokuba mumbled to himself, a bit stunned. He hadn't thought Honda the type to do something so strange, but he realized he didn't really know the other guy. Another minute of watching Honda made him very bored and he decided to just find the drums and play them. It was his intention and no one was going to stop him. Except, he realized, the drums were just two games away from Honda's playing. What happened to that wonderful day? Well, dammit, he came in here to play the drums and he was going to play them. He stepped out from behind the machine and walked over, holding his head up high and not taking one look at him.

There was that movement again, right on the edge of his line of vision. Honda refused to let it distract him, especially so close to winning the final round. He continued pushing the buttons in rapid succession, quickly defeating his computer-generated opponent. He smirked as he watched the high scores. "Let's see the grade-schoolers try and beat that." He turned, but his smile disappeared when he saw one of the few people he had intended to avoid.

Mokuba really hadn't planned on looking over, but he felt that someone was looking at him. If the look on Honda's face was any indication, he was the one in the line of vision. Well, he'd be friendly and then continue on his way. "Hello," he said with a smile as he passed by, then settled down at his game, putting in his coins and picking up the sticks. He'd play on easy mode.

"Hello," Honda responded, more out of habit than genuine politeness. 'This whole day has just been an exercise in delaying the inevitable, hasn't it? Guess I can't hold off that apology I owe him much longer.' "I...didn't expect to see you here." Honda shuffled nervously, not sure if he should stay or leave as quickly as possible.

"Well, I didn't quite plan on being here-" Mokuba stopped as he got to a more difficult part. Didn't he put this thing on easy? After many attempts to make his hands move in ways that were impossible, in his opinion, he put the sticks back. Even if he did have another turn he wasn't going to take it. He turned toward Honda. "I was shopping and just thought I'd stop by."

"Oh. Um, sorry for interrupting your game, then." Honda shifted back. 'I should have left when I had a chance.' "I wanted to talk to you, but it can wait. Your...uh, you do know your next turn already started, right?" Honda gestured at the machine without breaking eye contact with Mokuba. 'Damn, this is harder than I thought it'd be.'

Mokuba really couldn't believe what he was hearing. Honda wanted to talk to him? Was that some type of secret code that meant he was really going to kill him? Like his life had never been threatened before. "Let's just say I'm not fond of the drums, but I am fond of what you want to say."

"Oh. Okay, then." Honda nodded. A burst of loud cheering from the middle of the arcade interrupted his train of thought. "I--Can we go somewhere quieter to talk?"

"Sure." Mokuba's curiosity was really going now. What could they possibly have to talk about? "I don't think we'll find a quiet place in the mall. Did you have any suggestions?" He shifted to the right as someone came passing by so they wouldn't rub up against his new shirt.

"We could sit outside, over on the benches. It should be quiet enough to talk, but public enough to...to keep us from..." Honda couldn't voice the rest of that thought.

Mokuba blushed and then looked away for doing so. "That's probably the best idea." He started to make his way out of the arcade, hoping to keep ahead of Honda until the red in his cheeks died down enough to say it was from the heat.

Honda wasn't completely certain, since the light inside the arcade was rather dim towards the back, but he thought that Mokuba was blushing. 'That's an odd reaction. Must have been my imagination.' He walked towards the mall exit, making sure not to look at the younger boy.

The cool air felt nice as Mokuba opened the door. He was sure his cheeks were back to normal, and he turned back towards Honda. "Is that bench over there okay?" He pointed over to a wooden bench by some well-kept flowers.

"Yeah, that's fine." Honda snuck a glance at Mokuba. 'Nope, no blush. It was just my imagination or an illusion of the game lights.' Honda sat down, trying to figure out how to start.

Mokuba sat down as well, though he left some distance between them. He waited for Honda to say something, but the conversation never started. Was he suppose to say something? He looked down at his shoes instead. They were really nice, and he was glad he picked out the blue pair. He knocked his feet together. "So..."

"I'm sorry." 'That's a good place to start, right?' Honda took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I just -- I don't -- I think..." Honda buried his face in his hand, trying to settle his thoughts. "I've been a jerk, and I'm sorry. I spent most of the day trying to figure out how to apologize to you, and I still don't know what to say." Honda looked away, waiting for Mokuba to start yelling or punch him or leave or just do something.

"Oh! Well, um, thank you." Mokuba swooshed his feet back and forth and looked at the back of Honda's head. "It's nice for you to finally admit you were mean to me. I was starting to get a complex with other people saying you weren't."
"I never understood that either. If I feel like being mean, I'll be mean; if I feel like being nice, I'll be nice. I never understood where people get the idea that I'm some kinda wonderful person. That kind of reputation has gotten me into plenty of fights." Honda smiled a little, but continued looking away. 'This is strange. Where's the yelling or punching? Can we just get to the familiar part of this?'

Mokuba just nodded. He let his eyes wander back to look at the flowers. They were pretty, though he figured they wouldn't last long. "Was that what you wanted to talk about?" He didn't see why they had to come outside just for that, even though he really did like the apology and getting away from the damn drum game.

"Yes...no...I'm not sure anymore. At the bar, I was pretty mad at you. After I calmed down, though, I realized that I deserved some of that. And--and it sounds so incredibly dumb, but I don't think I could stand the thought of you hating me. Disagreeing, arguing I can deal with. A good verbal fight, even a few punches, that's fine. I'll admit I kind of liked the power-struggle at the beginning, don't think either of us could stand a total submission. But making it an all-out war? I don't like that idea. And as much as I might want to blame you for everything, it's not fair to either of us. Stop me if I'm actually making sense." Honda turned and gave a small smile, scared of what the reaction might be. 'It's up to you now.'

"So some of it's my fault then?" Mokuba spoke more to himself, trying to figure out if he agreed with that statement. So, yes, he had thrown the glass, and while he wouldn't really say it out loud, he had been drunk. But another part of him just wanted to lash out and say that that idea was stupid. That would get him no where, and he really didn't want to make things so horrible that Honda hated him. "I guess...okay, so maybe I've had a small role in it. So, yes, I can admit to that." He looked right at Honda and that little smile and had to look away. "I don't want to fight like that, either. I never really did, but it just happened."

"So, now what? Do we fall right back into the same pattern of fighting until it becomes a screaming match? The next time you toss something at me, I might not get away with just some blood loss." Honda resisted the urge to scoot closer, instead bracing himself on the wooden slats. "I think this is the longest we've gone without arguing."

Mokuba whipped around, his eyes wide. "I wouldn't ever badly hurt you. I didn't even mean to throw the glass." He looked down at the bench, his finger tracing around a knot in the wood.

"Is this the part where I'm supposed to be relieved that it was just an accident? It hurt, even if you didn't mean for it to happen." Honda lifted his hand to touch the scab and laughed quietly. "I never knew a scratch could bleed that much. There's a bit of a running debate if it's going to leave a scar or not."

"What the hell are you-" Mokuba cut himself off. The last thing he wanted to do was start yelling again. He looked up at the cut on Honda's forehead, reaching a hand out to touch the injury, though stopping in midair. "I just wanted to explain that I didn't mean it." He pushed his hesitation aside and brought his finger to the top of the cut and let it lightly run down the length before he took his hand away. "Sorry."

Honda closed his eyes as Mokuba's finger felt the cut. "I think maybe we both have a tendency to hurt others without meaning to." He opened his eyes again and allowed himself to move a bit closer. "Sorry, guess that little train of conversation went nowhere. What have you been up to since...hm, I guess the last time we tried to have a civil conversation was back at the mansion. That little talk at the park really wasn't long enough to count."

Mokuba shrugged, wondering if he should follow Honda's lead and move a little closer himself. Maybe it was just an accidental shift closer, or for some silly reason like a bug on the bench. For the moment he decided to stay where he was. "Nothing much. I've been working, sometimes taking a day or so off. I hung out with Otogi the other evening." He smiled when he remembered talking with Otogi. Things hadn't gone well in the beginning, but everything turned out well. Kind of like now.

"I saw him at the arcade awhile back, that was kinda awkward." Honda bit his lip, trying to figure out how to word his next question. "Out of curiosity, are you two...together?"

"Yeah. I mean, we have this type of relationship thing." Mokuba laughed. "I thought about breaking up with him because...well, whatever, but I ended up not." He glanced over to Honda, then back at the ground, where his feet swung back and forth just missing the ground. He moved toward the edge of the bench so his feet scuffed the cement, and when he scooted back he slid a little closer to the other guy. He hoped it hadn't been too obvious. "Are you seeing anyone?"

Honda watched Mokuba for a few moments, wondering how to respond to the sudden interest in his personal life. Or maybe not-so-sudden interest, when he considered their previous talks. "No, not anymore," he finally replied quietly, looking away.

"Oh, um...okay." Mokuba thought it would be rude to say 'that was good,' though he really felt that way. He wondered why Honda wasn't with anyone anymore. Was it mutual? Who was he even with? Maybe it was that guy he had mentioned at the bar. Not that he thought that Honda would answer him if he asked, and it was probably better not to go down that path. They'd both end up yelling at that rate. What they were doing now was nice. Mokuba closed his eyes and felt the sun on his face. It was nice to just talk. "Do you want to get into a relationship with anyone?"

Honda shrugged. "Depends on what you mean by relationship. If you mean the kind of thing Ryou has going..." Honda rubbed one of his temples to clear his head. "It doesn't really matter. Go ahead and ask your question. I know you want to, and far be it for me to try to stifle your curiosity." Honda turned and looked him in the eye. "Better take this chance to ask while I'm still feeling generous. There's no telling when the next time will be."

Would you like to join Otogi and me in our very strange relationship? He really wanted to ask that question, but he agreed with Otogi to wait for another time when they could be together to ask. Instead he decided to take a risk on his curiosities; Honda did invite it, after all. "Well, why did you break up? And was it with that one guy you mentioned at the bar?"

Honda nodded. "Yeah, that would be him. As to why we broke up, I guess he just lost interest, got bored, and decided to go back to America. I'm not sure what exactly happened or why it bothered me so much, it's not the first time something like that has happened. I guess I'm just better at being a temporary fling than long-term material."

"Short term relationships seem better, anyway." Didn't have to deal with feelings or about getting hurt, which Mokuba thought was the best thing. "Though I don't understand how he could have gotten bored, what with you being so feisty and prone to arguments." Mokuba laughed, though he cut himself short. "And I meant that as a joke, so don't get mad."

Honda smiled. "Yeah, very funny. Maybe that was part of the problem, he had more interest in arguing with his best friend than in arguing with me. They flew back home, I came back to Domino, and life goes on. Next question?"

Should he ask it? "Is there...are you interested in dating anyone in Domino?" Mokuba looked straight at him.

"Maybe, but that's one secret I'm not ready to give up yet," Honda leaned in slightly and his smile broadened. "If I didn't know better, I'd almost think you were making an offer, though. Shame you just told me that you and Otogi have...how did you word it? A 'type of relationship thing'?"

Mokuba closed the distance between them, their noses almost brushing. He smirked. "Maybe I'm not ready to tell you that secret. Though I will say that while I am in a relationship with Otogi, I'm not just with him. Our relationship is a bit different."

"Ah, that explains quite a bit," Honda replied without moving forward or back. "Still, I am curious what the attraction is there, since it's obviously about more than just sex."

"I don't see how you deduce that. It's not like I'm head-over-heels or anything." Not that he could explain the fear he had when he thought Otogi was going to dump him.

Honda pulled back to watch a few pedestrians. "Simple," he answered with a shrug. "If it was just about sex, there would be no question of whether to dump him or not. There's no use denying it either, you admitted that you thought about breaking things off but didn't." He looked back at Mokuba. "I never said anything about being head-over-heels, just that there was something more than simple sex."

He was sad when Honda pulled away, though he did his best not to let it show. Thankfully he was looking at pedestrians. "Well, I guess. I mean, I like him. He's cool, and he's hot, and he isn't all needy and clingy like you hear some people talk about. I wouldn't be able to stand someone like that." Mokuba crossed his arms at the thought. He had his own life and he didn't need anyone cluttering it up. It was luck that Otogi was able to meet him and that they could get along. And the fact that it irritated his big brother...well, that was just a perk.

"Makes sense, when you put it like that. Having someone there when you want them, gone when you don't want them around, must be convenient." Honda hooked his arms over the back of the bench, still resisting the urge to move closer. "Were we still playing question and answer?"

Mokuba shrugged. "If you want to." He shifted, and noticed that the way he was sitting was uncomfortable, so he stood up. Stupid kink in his back. He raised his arms high above his head and turned his upper body both ways, then sat down. And the fact that he was now even closer to Honda? Not an accident.

Honda watched in amusement as Mokuba stretched. "Think you'll hit a growth spurt anytime soon?"

"Hey!" He slapped him on the shoulder, smiling. "I'm the perfect height just the way I am. It's not my fault that I'm not old like you people."

"I'm old? I think the last time I was told that I was talking to a two year old." He propped his arms on top of the bench, fingers barely brushing against Mokuba. "Fine, I concede. I'm old and you're the perfect height for towering over. Should I assume you don't have any questions for me that you just have to ask?"

"Maybe one more." He got up onto his knees and leaned close, his heart beating a little quicker now. His tongue darted out and ran along his bottom lip. He preferred chapstick, but he didn't feel like reaching for it. "What do you think of me?"

"That's a trick question, and we both know it." Honda tried to pretend he hadn't noticed that the balance of power had shifted, tried to pretend that he didn't find that tongue fascinating. "You're very..." Honda searched for the right word, the least insulting word, and was coming up with very little to adequately describe him. "Confusing," he finally decided. He looked down at his hand, which was at just the right level to brush his fingers against Mokuba's pants. He extended a finger and moved his hand slightly in order to do so.

"Confusing, huh?" He could feel something touch his leg and looked down, noticing Honda's hand. When he looked back up he smiled, and then put one hand on the other side of Honda, shifting up closer to him until his knees hit Honda's thighs. Now he could look at him face-to-face. "Did you want to clear up that confusion?"

Honda glanced over at the hand moving, then up at Mokuba's face. "And risk spoiling the mystery of it all? This is one time I think I'll just stay confused. But if there's something you think I should know, then please tell me."

They were right there and he had left an opening so damn wide that he didn't think it could be avoidable, but Honda had dodged it. It was kind of hot. Maybe he should just skip all the subtleties and just dive right in. "Maybe I'll give you a little hint then, hmm?" He slowly moved his head closer, looking at Honda for much of the time, but then moving his gaze to his lips. Kissing them wouldn't be any fun, but licking them....he let his tongue creep out and run along Honda's bottom lip. When he finished he let his tongue slowly come back into his mouth and brought his head back just enough to look at Honda clearly.

Total mental shut-down. Honda just sat for several moments, waiting for his brain to catch up to reality. "Maybe..." He swallowed and tried again, struggling to keep his voice level. "Maybe we should take this inside."

"Inside," Mokuba said, his voice low. That is, until he realized that they were outside of the mall, and inside mean into the mall. He brought his face back a little more in surprise. That didn't seem so sexy. Was Honda blowing him off? "What? Just, huh?"

"Yeah, inside," Honda managed to say as he continued staring at Mokuba, waiting for his brain to tell him what was going on here. "You know, as in, not outside...sitting on this bench...with people staring at us." His face pinkened as that thought sunk in. "Isn't your limo around here somewhere?" His brain was still lagging; he was vaguely aware that there was something he was forgetting, but it couldn't be too important at a time like this.

Mokuba looked around and saw some people standing there. Hadn't they seen two guys making out before, especially one so beautiful as himself? He sat up, letting the hand that was across him run over his thighs before coming back to Mokuba's side. "It's around the corner." He grabbed Honda's hand when he stood up, then tugged for his companion to stand up and just hurry to the limo.

Honda obediently stood and followed, still holding Mokuba's hand. Since his brain was still struggling to keep up, he couldn't have resisted even if he had wanted to. Something was nagging at him, some reason why he hadn't done this sooner, but he ignored it. He might have muttered something, probably some form of affirmation, but he wasn't completely sure. Gathering enough wits to figure out what he was doing seemed much more important.

When they rounded the corner the limo driver was standing there with the door open. Mokuba had trained his driver's well, and paid them accurately for their work. He climbed inside, tossing a candy bar he had been working on early to the other side of the limo. "Are you coming in?" He asked as he half-lay on the seat and peered up at Honda. Please hurry, he wanted to say, because he waned to get his mouth on the one that was just right there before anything disagreeable came out of it. The fights, the mere fact that Honda half the time irritated him to no end didn't matter because he really just wanted to feel that body up against his.

Honda was startled when Mokuba's hand left his. It took a moment to realize that was his cue to get in the limo. "Yes, yes," he smiled and climbed in. The door swung shut behind him as he leaned over to press his mouth against Mokuba's, wanting more of the taste he'd had before.

Mokuba let himself fall back, taking Honda with him. Oh, he tasted good, and he let his tongue make its way past those lips to try and get more of it, though he couldn't quite place what the flavor was. He let his hands make their way up, sliding over Honda's sides and onto his back. Skin, he needed it, and his hands slowly slipped under Honda's shirt and began caressing that muscled back. The contact made his fingers tingle and he could feel the sensation slithering its way across his entire body.

Honda let himself be pulled down on top of Mokuba, balancing half on the younger boy and half on the limo seat. He sucked on the tongue invading his mouth as his hands moved slowly towards the hem of his shirt. He pulled away slightly as his brain finally decided to point out something important. "Not to spoil the mood, but this would be much more comfortable in a bed."

Mokuba's tongue trailed up his jaw line. "We're on the way to my house," he whispered, then nibbled on his ear. "I have a really big bed, if you remember. Or the floor. Wherever you want to throw me down at." He brought his face back down and smiled at Honda, biting his lower lip out of habit.

Honda reminded himself of this information as he moved his hands underneath Mokuba. He shifted into a sitting position, pulling Mokuba firmly into his lap. He pushed his tongue into Mokuba's mouth and let his fingers skate lightly down his back.

This was a much better position, Mokuba thought. Honda’s tongue felt good roaming around his mouth, but there was so much skin Mokuba wanted to taste, so he broke the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Honda's neck, letting his lips and tongue cover every inch of it, even pulling down the front of his shirt to reach more skin. He would have pulled the shirt right off, but he liked the feeling of those hands on his back. Part of him just wanted to push the guy down and rub himself against him until he screamed he was so hard, but the other part of him was a little frightened that if he did do that, everything would end. He settled for letting little moans escape anytime he freed his mouth from Honda's neck.

Honda smiled at the noises coming from his companion. He leaned his head back, exposing more of his neck, and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of Mokuba's mouth on his skin. 'Does he realize how incredible that feels?' Honda's smile faltered slightly at that thought, and he might have slapped himself if his hands weren't already preoccupied. 'Of course he knows, that's why he's doing it. Doesn't make it any less enjoyable.' He glanced down and decided not to bother trying to reclaim that mouth with his. He didn't see any way of removing the younger boy's shirt without interrupting, so that would have to wait until they were in his room. "Your house is too far a drive," he muttered, pulling Mokuba slightly closer. One hand moved up to rub the line of his spine under his shirt. The other hand slid around to lightly stroke the line of skin right at the front of Mokuba's waistband.

Mokuba gasped at the feather touches, pressing into the hand. "Like I said, wherever you want to toss me down at," he breathed into Honda's ear. He slid the side of his face against Honda's to face him. He wanted to look into those eyes and see enjoyment and passion and his own reflection looking back. Mokuba knew his cheeks were flushed because he was so damn hot with all the clothing. And Honda--even that hair turned him on with its tousled look. He pressed himself into Honda's hand again, this time letting himself rise up so it would brush against his erection, hoping that it would give the hint that they should take off their clothes right now. It felt too good to wait.

"Ah, so that's how it is," Honda murmured, finally starting to understand. He tugged off Mokuba's shirt and gave him a short kiss. "Any other helpful suggestions?" he asked as he unfastened the pants.

The slightly colder air made him shiver as it hit his bare chest, and he ran a hand across himself to take the chill away. Mokuba leaned back so his pants could slide off easier. "Only that you be naked as well," he grinned as he pushed himself back up to pull Honda's shirt up. "It's no fair if I'm the only one."

"No, I suppose not." Honda tugged off his shirt as well and dropped it on the limo floor. He glanced down and noticed they were still wearing their shoes. Frowning, he leaned down to yank them off, as well as finish removing Mokuba's pants. Sitting up, he reached for the waist of his pants and realized that he couldn't do any more in this position. "Sorry, but I think you'll have to move if you want me completely naked."

Mokuba thought he caught a glance of something on Honda’s arm, but the wonder of what it could be was short-lived. Those pants really needed to be thrown on the floor by his. He smiled and slid off Honda. "Let me do it." He pushed Honda's hands aside and let his fingers linger on the waistband before he unbuttoned them and pulled them down as far as he could. His hand brushed against Honda's erection as he pushed himself back a little more so Honda could fully remove his pants.

Honda pushed his pants down completely and stepped out of them. He hesitated, trying to decide what to do next. Feeling daring, he kneeled on the floor in front of Mokuba and nuzzled his inner thigh. He braced himself and looked up to see what the reaction would be.

"Oh God." His head fell back as he sucked in air. It felt like his thigh was burning where Honda's face was touching. He opened up his legs wider, his hand coming down to rest on Honda's head and tangle in his hair.

Honda couldn't hold back a small laugh. Obviously he had made the right choice. He rubbed against the other thigh briefly before slowly licking the underside of Mokuba's erection.

His fingers in Honda's hair tightened and he lifted himself up. That tongue moved so slowly that Mokuba thought it would never finish its ascent and he'd be stuck in this limbo forever. Honda was going to drive him mad this way. "Just...please..." he moaned out, looking down to a sight that would be in his wet dreams for quite some time.

Honda glanced up and met Mokuba's eyes. Deciding not to torture him longer than necessary, he circled the tip with his tongue, then leaned in to take the length into his mouth.

"Ahhh!" Mokuba thrust himself up, the warmth and wetness increasing his moans. He wouldn't last much longer. He'd wanted to see Honda like this the first time he saw him at the mall. He took his legs and wrapped them around Honda. Just a little bit longer.

Honda smiled as he gripped Mokuba's hips, keeping him in place for what would happen next. He began sucking on Mokuba erection, first gently, then more insistently. At this rate, they might be finished before they even reached the mansion, but Honda couldn't bring himself to slow things down.

Mokuba closed his eyes, all thoughts fleeing and only the sounds of Honda's mouth, the feel of it surrounding him, stayed. He didn't dare try and be quiet now because he knew he would fail. Everything built up in him; his breathing, his heartbeat, all raced until there was no where left to go. He jerked his hips and screamed as he came in Honda's mouth.

Honda continued sucking and swallowing until he was certain that Mokuba was finished. He pulled back slowly, hands still gripping his hips. Rather than try to untangle himself from Mokuba's legs, he leaned back and pulled the younger boy into his lap again, positioning himself so that Mokuba was against his erection. He nuzzled the side of his neck and lifted his fingers to Mokuba's mouth.

Honda's hair tickled Mokuba as it brushed his neck behind his ear, and he let out a soft giggle and smiled. He let his tongue lick the tip of Honda's fingers and then took them in his mouth, his tongue wrapping around them. While he sucked on his fingers, Mokuba untangled his hands and let them run down Honda's sides until they reached his hips. "Mmmmm." He took one hand and began lightly running it over Honda's erection, the other hand kneading the inside of the boy's thigh.

Honda moaned against Mokuba's neck. The different competing sensations were almost too much. With his free hand he stroked Mokuba's back, down to the tailbone and back up.

Mokuba did his best to keep his stroking light, but part of him wanted Honda to reach his release all over them. He pushed out the fingers with his tongue. "Did you want to put that somewhere? Or should I just get you off like this?" He hoped it was the former; it had been a few days since he had sex and the thought of Honda in him made his breath catch in his throat.

"Impatient?" Honda teased, nipping at Mokuba's ear. He moved his hands down and lifted Mokuba slightly, pushing a slick finger inside.

Mokuba helped to prop himself up with his legs. He bit his lip as he felt the finger make its way inside. "I just want you inside of me, that's all," he spoke against Honda's lips before he kissed him. He moved his hand off of Honda's erection and ran it up his chest and behind his neck to pull Honda closer into the kiss.

Honda nodded against Mokuba's lips, letting his tongue dart in and out. A second and third finger soon joined the first. Abruptly, he pulled the fingers back out and shifted closer. His hands moved to cup Mokuba, slowly pulling him back down.

Mokuba let his other hand join the one around Honda's neck, concentrating on the skin beneath his fingers and the tongue teasing his own. As he felt Honda enter him he let out a small cry. He pushed the pain to the back of his mind as Honda slowly filled him.

Honda kept a slow, steady pace as he entered, resisting the urge to fill him in one thrust. He continued teasing Mokuba's tongue, trying to draw it further into his mouth, listening to the soft sounds being made. Once he was settled, he moved his hands up to span Mokuba's waist. He pulled up slightly, then let gravity draw the younger boy back down, repeating the process a few times. He wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him even closer as he finally came.

Mokuba kissed him deep as Honda came. After a few moments he broke the kiss and leaned back to look at him. "That was..." He smiled, not able to say finish the sentence. His body suddenly felt more weighted down from exhaustion. He got up from Honda's lap and let himself fall back, half lying on the seat. He blinked a few times while he looked at him and sighed.

Honda returned the smile. "Yeah, I think that sums it up." He looked around and began sorting through the clothes tossed about the limo. Luckily they were almost all within reach. He'd get that shirt later, when he had the energy to do more than just sit. "Think you can dress yourself?" he asked, still smiling.

"I think I can manage." He reached down, grabbed his pants, then slid them on. He peered out the tinted window and saw that they were pulling up to the gates. Perfect timing, he thought with a silent chuckle. He spotted his shirt lying not far from Honda. "I'm glad we...talked," he said as he bent down and picked up his shirt, now in need for pressing.

"Right, talked." Honda leaned against the seat and closed his eyes briefly, still completely naked. "Now what?"

Mokuba really hated this part. Most of the time he told whoever he was with to leave, but he couldn't quite do that with Honda. It was unsettling, and the only other person that had made him feel that was Otogi. "Well, we're at the mansion now. So, um, you can either come in or have the limo take you home. Or wherever."

Honda opened his eyes to watch Mokuba's face as different expressions flitted across. "And here I thought you were going to tell me to get dressed. Probably a good idea anyways." He reached for his pants and pulled them on, then leaned back again. "Hm, if I come in, am I obligated to spend the night? If I leave, do I give up the right to come back?"

Mokuba watched as Honda started putting on his clothes, mostly to enjoy the view but partly to avoid answering right then. He was stunned at the questions and wasn't quite sure where he stood. Honda looking at him like that made him feel like it was a test. He was too tired to try and figure it out. "You can come and go as you please." That seemed vague enough to say anything directly, but he hoped he got his point across that he wouldn't mind seeing him again.

"Good." Honda brushed his lips against Mokuba's, then yawned. "Sorry, guess I'm more tired than I thought. I think I'll take you up on your offer to come in. Snuggling up in a nice, big bed sounds like a great idea at the moment, don't you think? Lemme just call my roommate, so I don't get any frantic calls in a few hours." He patted his pants' pockets and frowned. "If I can find my phone, that is."

"Yeah, um, okay." He shifted in his seat and looked away from Honda. He figured it just looked like he was looking for the phone, but he really didn't want Honda to see him blushing. The idea of snuggling sounded nice, and he wondered if he had snuggled with anyone in his bed before. He spotted the phone while he was thinking and grabbed it, then handed it to Honda. "Here. You can call your roommate as we're going inside." He pushed a button on the control panel above him so the driver would come around and open the door.

"Thanks." Honda belatedly realized that he still hadn't put his shirt on. He grabbed it and slipped it on just as the door was opening. He climbed out and started pushing the buttons on his phone as he walked away from the limo. He waited for the other end to pick up, and then started talking. "Hey, it's me...Yeah, you'll have the place to yourself tonight, you know me too well...No, I don't think so...Wait, what?" Honda stopped walking to give his full attention to the conversation. "Who called? ...Shit." Honda ran a hand through his hair. "I'll deal with it later, okay? ...No, I will not come back and do that now. I said I'll deal with it later, and I will." Honda ended the call and stuck the phone back in his pocket.

Mokuba had been walking up ahead, not particularly caring about the conversation Honda was having, until he realized that Honda had stopped and his voice changed. Someone had called? He wondered who it could have been. It seemed that maybe it wasn't someone that Honda had wanted to call...or maybe someone who he really wanted to talk to. He walked up to the door and left it open for Honda to come through. "Did you miss an important call?"

"Huh?" Honda looked over. He had almost forgotten that Mokuba was there. "Oh, no, it was nothing much. Small problem, nothing you need to bother thinking about." He walked over and joined Mokuba inside.

"I didn't plan on bothering with it." He closed the door and grabbed Honda's hand to lead him upstairs and into his room. Just in case he didn't remember how to get there. "Oh, my sheets are deep red now. Thought I would let you know so you don't think you're in a different room." He walked into his room and let go of Honda's hand so he could run and jump onto his bed.

Honda smiled. "How considerate of you." Somehow his legs remembered to keep moving after Mokuba let go of his hand, and he flopped face first onto the bed. "...Ow." His phone was digging into his leg, so he really ought to move it, but he didn't think he had the energy to do so.

Mokuba crawled over and put his head on Honda's back. "Don’t' say ow." He yawned. "I'm so tired. I could fall asleep. Just like this." He wrapped an arm over the other boy.

Honda turned over so he could breathe better and put his arm around Mokuba, whose head was now on his chest. With his other hand, he took the phone out of his pocket and dropped it where he thought a nightstand should be. "G'night, then." He closed his eyes and pulled the other boy closer.