"It's been a pleasure doing business with you."

The sounds of chairs being pushed back as their occupiers arose in the most civilized manner possible.

"I'm confident that this will only be the beginning of a great future for both of the parties involved. It's not often that I've had the privilege to make the acquaintance of such an eloquent negotiant."

Fake smiles and good-natured businesslike etiquette.

Mokuba risked a glance at his brother shaking hands with Rafael, a man who a few years ago had tried to kill both of them. But as long as the opportunity of new profits dangled before Seto he would negotiate with everyone. And for some reason this seemed wrong to Mokuba.

He'd felt a pang of guilt after sleeping with Rafael. Sure, he'd threatened to blackmail Rafael and in the end he'd taken his money just because he'd felt like it... But still it was sex for sale. And this, at least in the view of most people, was wrong.
While selling pleasure to those who were in dire need of it (and God, Rafael needed it!) was abominable selling your soul for money was etiquette and a sure way to success.
And somehow that made Mokuba feel even worse...

"I'm looking forward to our next meeting," Seto stated firmly while showing their business partner out.
Rafael smiled with obscene content.

"I'm certain it will proof to be even more fruitful than our first. You could say that our oral proceedings have been pure delight so far."
Rafael nodded towards Mokuba who could have sworn he'd seen him winking.
Inevitably he blushed and stared at the carpet while the door closed almost silently.

Mokuba was still staring at the conference room's door handle in bewilderment as he sagged back against the spotlessly cleaned glass table.
He felt dirty, he felt sweaty and most of all he felt sick. He'd spent one and a half hour listening to light conversation between his brother and the man who shagged him behind his back.
He shook his head. He just wasn't cut out for this game of pretending.

Mokuba got up again dreamily and trudged over to the exit but froze in mid-motion at his brother's words cutting painfully through the silence:
"A word with you in private. Please."

Obediently Mokuba followed him into a nearby office which was locked behind them.
He bit down on his lower lip as his brother took a seat and glanced over the papers in front of him languidly. An aware smile danced over his lips before disappearing again behind the blunt iron mask that was Seto's face.
Seto eyed up his brother unemotionally. Mokuba felt every muscle in his body tensing.
God, he knows, please God, no...

"I have to apologize for inviting you to this meeting, seeing that it has caused you so much pain. I deeply regret subjecting you to this unpleasant reunion."
Mokuba was almost shocked at the honesty and guilt resonating in Seto's voice.
"And I mean it when I say that I'm really sorry."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Mokuba lied half-heartedly.
Seto locked onto his brother's gaze and stared at him thoughtfully. Eventually he treated him to a warm smile while resting his face in his palms.
"I give you credit for your stubbornness. That's an excellent trait of yours. But also would be admitting your weaknesses."
Seto sighed and got up. His face was contorted with worry and a dash of pity.
"Don't give me that hurt look, I hate to see you like that."
Seto embraced Mokuba tightly, absent-mindedly stroking Mokuba's untameable hair which he'd managed to tie into a loose ponytail.
"I should have told you in advance who our business partner was," Seto said, "It must have come as a shock."

Mokuba felt inclined to nod but pulled himself together. "You worry too much," he replied and chuckled quietly as he escaped from his brother's grip.
"A quick exploratory research has shown nothing but I'll look into it again," Seto went on as Mokuba was about to unlock the door again, "Rafael is no one to be trusted. Not with anything. He's as dangerous as he's loathsome."
"But you don't have to trust him to take his money," Mokuba chuckled but tried not to make it sound like an insult.
"I don't like having him in my building," Seto growled while turning around to face the large office's windows.
Mokuba chuckled again, trying hard to sound as light-headed and ignorant as ever: "Neither do I like most of your business partners and their greedy lawyers. But it's just something you have to live with."
If you want to be the filthy lucre's courtesan, a vicious little voice at the back of his head added.

Sick of staring at his pondering brother any longer and mad at himself for being so agitated Mokuba pushed the door open violently and darted out.
He wished he hadn't heard his brother mumbling absent-mindedly:
"I'm worried."

Worried.
If anyone had the right to be worried right now it was himself not Seto.
Though Mokuba was quite surprised that the super-protective freak that his big brother was hadn't found out anything so far he knew that could change any time. Which was definitely something to worry about.

And if only he could find a restroom in this stupid new wing he could at least splash some water on his face because he felt hot and sticky and disgusting!

After kicking in several doors and slamming mostly all of them shut again he finally found what he'd been looking for.
He stared at his own reflection without giving it much thought as he pulled out the hair tie before burying his face in the cold water inside the washbasin.
He lifted his head again and snatched at the hand that had become entangled in his hair.

"You needy little bastard, you're insatiable," Mokuba growled as Rafael covered his jugular with kisses while ripping his shirt open.
"Well, I should think you know me by now," Rafael whispered longingly as his hands darted for cover inside Mokuba's trousers.
But Mokuba shoved him away, tearing his lips free from Rafael's violent kiss.

"Not here, not now!" he ordered breathlessly while trying to regain his composure.
"I don't want any of Seto's subordinates to find us here."
Rafael shrugged with mild disinterest, his lips busying themselves with Mokuba's throat, leaving every inch of skin with a little love bite...
"I said not now!" roared Mokuba while pushing Rafael aside again, "No means no!"

"Most of the time it means 'You have to prove yourself first' and almost every time it means 'Buy me a drink first'."
"Well, you haven't done either of those things," spat Mokuba while washing his face again.
"Au contraire," Rafael replied while embracing him tightly, "I have already proven myself and you're too young to drink."
"I'm also too young to be a fat cat's sex toy," snapped Mokuba, "And I said I don't want any staff member to walk in on us."
"It's your staff, tell them to keep their traps shut about it," Rafael said, "You're in charge of them, right?"
"Just don't touch me, alright?" Mokuba hissed while turning to face him. Rafael's calm and reassuring eyes melted away the remaining anger.
Mokuba sighed while pressing his face against his chest.

"Okay. No love hotel, no cheap motel; it's gonna be your hotel room and a quick shower before and that's it for today. I'm sick of this place anyway."

Author's Note: Please excuse the chapter's shortness. I figured that if I included a smutty scene as well it would have been too long.
And thank you very much for reading, more smut is coming soon.