WAIT FOR YOU FOREVER (A.K.A. SLEEPLESS II)

WARNING: Insomniac!Mokuba becomes Wanking!Mokuba... WAIT FOR YOU FOREVER CHAPTER 8 The bed is a double. Just. The room is tiny. It has a tiny shower in one corner and a tiny television in the other corner. He gets out of the shower, breathing steam and hotel air conditioner. He doesn't bother with a towel, just flops onto the bed. It creaks a little. He stares at the ceiling. It is covered in a pattern of tiny dots that form an optical illusion. It seems the dots are hovering an inch or so below the paint. He tries to focus, using one eye and then the other. It doesn't work. The roof is fluctuating. He stands on the bed and reaches up to touch the dots. His hand goes through them, but pushes them back onto the ceiling. His eyes stop pulsing, but his head rushes with the aftermath of the hot steam. He drops to the edge of the bed and switches on the TV. The TV is muted. He is on the TV. On the TV he has long hair. Long and black. He looks like a crow with a cat draped over its head. He is smiling, and he looks about thirteen. He is at a Duel Monsters tournament. He is pressed against a familiar blue arm, but the rest of that body is cut out of the picture. He is smiling. He is inside a frame. At the top it reads MISSING SINCE THURSDAY NIGHT, and at the bottom is a phone number. He is smiling. He flicks the channel. On the TV. He is nude. He is in a huge bed with white sheets and a soft-focus woman. They are kissing. Their hands move over each other's bodies in close up. His hand brushes his knee. They are naked, moving in a slowly synchronised dance. Her eyes are dark. He rubs his hand across his lower belly, between his thighs. They roll together and stroke and clutch in dimmed light. Faster. He runs his hand along the vein beneath his half-erection. They fade to black. The TV. He has long, black hair. He is smiling. He is standing beside - against - Kaiba Seto. He moves his hand further between his legs and rubs. His brother glares. -Stay the fuck away-. His brother rests one hand lightly on his back, he remembers. He shifts his thighs apart, legs still over the edge of the bed, and takes himself in hand. He is on the TV. He is with Seto. Moving against his hand. He is fucking in soft focus. He is beside his brother, he remembers. And the pair in the bed are mixed up legs, and they're sweaty and oiled and frantic and his brother is swimming and diving and shower and He thinks he should stop, but he is too far gone, too tired and far too close. His hand rearranges itself, grips harder, strokes faster, and his hips jerk up and to the side. His eyes are clenched shut, and he is thrusting into his fist, the bed, the air, and fuck he wants this. Segments play back as still shots inside his eyelids - he slams into his twelve-year-old fixation with Mazaki Anzu's breasts, into soft-focus, into his first rush of desire for the other Yugi, into his fourteen-year-old encounters with two girls from school - oh - and the thrill of watching pirated porn, and - fuck - his first head job, Kenichi Kiro, with her hot, hot mouth - god - and a glimpse of his brother top - hnn - less, and the man from the club and the hands and his back on the wall - ohhh - and a fist at his throat and the face so close, so - fucking yes - close, and eyes - god - burning up blue - want - and - fuck - Seto - oh. God. - lips eyes. Mouth - fuck yes -yes-! Mokuba floats in closed-eye darkness, and refuses to think about it. Anything. Refuses to think that he's a missing person, delirious and bisexual in a pay-per-hour room. Refuses to wonder how he got here. Refuses to feel missed or wanted or dirty. Refuses to think about waking up. Refuses to check how much cash he has left. Refuses to think about the mess. Refuses to come down from his happy darkness. Refuses to psychoanalyse the ramifications of jerking off over the image of his hot fucking sexy brother. He just refuses to think about it. When he opens his eyes, the ceiling has resumed its optical illusion, the dots diving towards the bed, then rushing back up. He looks at the radio clock. He has slept for almost three hours. He turns off the TV, puts on the PVC, counts out his cash, and leaves the mess and a tip for the cleaners. NOTE/S: So, more sexiness for little Mokuba! Thanks to all who have reviewed, I'm very grateful. What do you think of this chapter? I know it's a bit disjointed, but the kid hasn't slept for a while...