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Title: Outside
Author: studyingstones2
Pairing: Seto/Yuugi, voyuer!Mokuba
Rating: R for m/m smex, masturbation, etc.
Summary: 440 words, prompt: 022. Beggar
Disclaimer: Not mine.
They tangle.
Lips and tongues and lives twining together in an unruly dance that’s not a dance.
There’s no fluid grace here, it’s not pretty to watch. It’s about pleasure, not performance.
They still have an audience though.
One who returns night after night after night, watching- silent and excluded and unnoticed- from behind the barely cracked-open door.
Sometimes he stands, swaying a little on his feet, the frantic, needing sounds pushing through him and leaving him unsteady and hard.
He feels like an intruder on those nights- like he’s watching something that isn’t and can never be his and he typically goes back to his own room (to shove his fingers into himself and pretend) before they’ve finished.
Other times, he sits. Legs crossed and leaning slightly against the door-frame, peeking in just slightly and watching his brother’s hips jerk down into the body that should be his own.
He hates on those nights.
Because that’s Nii-sama and Nii-sama is his and he doesn’t, doesn’t share. Shouldn’t have to.
He hates Yuugi for coming here, hates Yuugi for staying. And he hates his brother for letting him stay. Even more for wanting him. Because Nii-sama should want Mokuba and Mokuba alone.
He comes- there in the hallway- on those nights. Opens his pants and pushes his hand inside and brings himself off slow and steadily (even though he wants it desperate and rough and quick, because he has to be silent if he wants this to continue).
And usually he finishes before they do and sits looking down at his stickywet fingers as he listens to their respective orgasms (Yuugi’s almost a scream, Nii-sama’s no more than a grunt).
But there have been a few nights when they’ve both spent and cleaned up and rolled back into bed together and he’s come with the sound of Yuugi’s quiet, sated murmurs (to his Nii-sama) in his ears.
And he hates.
Because it should be him. In that bed. Curled into Nii-sama’s chest with Nii-sama’s arms around him, whispering into Nii-sama’s ear.
He tries to go back to his own room on those nights. Makes it as far as new pajamas and clean hands, but can’t quite get himself to actually climb into bed and switch off the light.
And so (not because he knows Nii-sama won’t mind, but because he can’t do anything else) he wanders back down the hall and pushes that door the rest of the way open and climbs into bed with them.
By morning, he’s between them with Yuugi wrapped around him and Nii-sama’s arm thrown over his back.
And this, this is how it should be.
Author: studyingstones2
Pairing: Seto/Yuugi, voyuer!Mokuba
Rating: R for m/m smex, masturbation, etc.
Summary: 440 words, prompt: 022. Beggar
Disclaimer: Not mine.
They tangle.
Lips and tongues and lives twining together in an unruly dance that’s not a dance.
There’s no fluid grace here, it’s not pretty to watch. It’s about pleasure, not performance.
They still have an audience though.
One who returns night after night after night, watching- silent and excluded and unnoticed- from behind the barely cracked-open door.
Sometimes he stands, swaying a little on his feet, the frantic, needing sounds pushing through him and leaving him unsteady and hard.
He feels like an intruder on those nights- like he’s watching something that isn’t and can never be his and he typically goes back to his own room (to shove his fingers into himself and pretend) before they’ve finished.
Other times, he sits. Legs crossed and leaning slightly against the door-frame, peeking in just slightly and watching his brother’s hips jerk down into the body that should be his own.
He hates on those nights.
Because that’s Nii-sama and Nii-sama is his and he doesn’t, doesn’t share. Shouldn’t have to.
He hates Yuugi for coming here, hates Yuugi for staying. And he hates his brother for letting him stay. Even more for wanting him. Because Nii-sama should want Mokuba and Mokuba alone.
He comes- there in the hallway- on those nights. Opens his pants and pushes his hand inside and brings himself off slow and steadily (even though he wants it desperate and rough and quick, because he has to be silent if he wants this to continue).
And usually he finishes before they do and sits looking down at his stickywet fingers as he listens to their respective orgasms (Yuugi’s almost a scream, Nii-sama’s no more than a grunt).
But there have been a few nights when they’ve both spent and cleaned up and rolled back into bed together and he’s come with the sound of Yuugi’s quiet, sated murmurs (to his Nii-sama) in his ears.
And he hates.
Because it should be him. In that bed. Curled into Nii-sama’s chest with Nii-sama’s arms around him, whispering into Nii-sama’s ear.
He tries to go back to his own room on those nights. Makes it as far as new pajamas and clean hands, but can’t quite get himself to actually climb into bed and switch off the light.
And so (not because he knows Nii-sama won’t mind, but because he can’t do anything else) he wanders back down the hall and pushes that door the rest of the way open and climbs into bed with them.
By morning, he’s between them with Yuugi wrapped around him and Nii-sama’s arm thrown over his back.
And this, this is how it should be.