Disclaimer: I don't own these two. Or anything rather cept for my writing talent. Er. I might have killed them I wanted to write something..like this..so why not use the Kaiba brothers?….originally was gonna yes the Matthews-Quincy pair but hey XD. Also..Mokuba is a bit older…okay? thanks.

WARNING: Contains Masturbation.

Unanswered Prayers

Chapter one: How it begins.

Mokuba watched his brother come out the bathroom area, a single white towel wrapped around his waist. The chestnut crown clung to his fair face as skilled finger combed the knots through them. Those sapphire eyes taking in the precision with an icy fire that couldn't be stopped. His brother had a nice body but always covered it up with weird coats and buckles and things that always hid the fabulous figure. He wanted to be like his brother, eat like his brother, love his brother and if he was lucky inside his brother. He knew the thoughts that he thought were vile and sick, but when the only person that ever cared for you was always there and made sure his needs came first, then what was a boy to do? It wasn't his fault he had no friends, not his fault that his step father abused them like animals, and certainly not his fault that he loved his brother like a brother, friend and a lover. Pardon him.

Kaiba didn't seem to notice that Mokuba was staring at him. It's not like he hasn't seen his brother naked. He walked into his extravagant closet and rummaged around. Deciding against the normal clothing he wore for something a bit more...revealing. He put on a red sleeveless shirt that buttoned down, leaving them open he stripped on some boxers (blue eyed dragon of course) and then some tight ass black jeans, he matched the ensemble with red and black converses. He walked back out into the area and eyeing how he looked. He fixed a couple of things and put on a his trademark necklace. He splashed on some really nice smelling cologne and faced Mokuba.

"Good after noon Mokuba" He grinned that rare grin that only Mokuba got to see. He felt honored and could just melt.

"Allo Seto. You look nice, goin' somewhere?" He sounded so nosy but hey, he had to know? He wanted to get closer the close.

"Thank you I guess, I'm going to go for a walk, Have to get out this house and beat people with sticks cause they're going to stop and stare." Kaiba laughed a rich laugh and he joined in. So true, it sucked being a Kaiba. Everyone wanted a piece of you. Either for looks or for the money. But then again his brother stomped on anyone anyway with glares that could melt ice and freeze fires and a personality so cold it sent shivers up your spine. Made you wonder who this cold insensitive jerk was and why you were drawn to him. Unfortunately, Mokuba fell into the masses. He adored from a far. Wanted to be like a lover. To him. He knew he sounded selfish, but he had to snag him some how. He wasn't beautiful (at least to his standards) With raven hair that caressed his back, lovely bluish purple eyes that were understanding then Kaiba's could ever be, supple milk colored skin and a boyish body that would make a pedophile purr in pleasure. Although he didn't believe that.

"That's true big brother, I'll stay here and uh..clean." He gave that innocent boy smile that was meant to calm. Kaiba nodded a okay sure whatever, don't get in trouble and call if you need anything drab before he grabbed his keys and went out the door. (Of course he watched how that tight ass swayed when he walked, tight pants are very bad for someone in lust) Leaving Mokuba to feed his perfectly normal fantasies. He shut door, leaving a little inch open by mistake and shut the blinds, disconnected the cameras and stripped down, the clothes rippling to the floor. He tugged at his boxers, his erection standing alert. This is what Kaiba had driven him to do, Masturbating in his brothers room so he could be filled with the dream like notions that his brother would be touching him like this, whispering loves and nothings into his ear as he was mounted.

He let out a moan as the thoughts kept racing over and over in his head. He didn't need to be touched when his mind did everything for him. He fell to the floor, landing with a thud before another one came. He was laying stomach up on the carpeted ground, moaning and writhing in ecstasy. Mentally, he had a vivid imagination and for that he was glad, he didn't know why. After a good while of fantasizing and a bit of key touching, Mokuba released into the all waiting tissue. He sat there, for a minute, basking in his glory. Letting his pants die down into shallow breathes. He closed his eyes and savored this feeling. He loved the afterglow. He hated the fact, though that he had to do this on his own, and not with his brother. Ah well. He cleaned up his mess and put back on his clothes. Slipping into the roused and messy bed of his Brother. Breathing in and Breathing out, taking in the scent of his brother.

If only he could have him as he wanted...That would be grand, but he shall not confuse the living with the dreams. He moved around him, getting lost in the sensations of black silk and expensive cologne.

Seto opened the door quietly and watched, shocked as his brother went to work. He watched the whole deal play out even while Mokuba was squealing HIS name in delight. He did nothing, grabbed his keys and left. Wondering what should he do?

TBC...?