Chapter 3
Despite the Kaiba brothers' mutual hatred for parties, some high social events required them to make an appearance. Mokuba decided to go light in clothing since it wasn't formal. Black from head to toe, simple vest, contrasting against white skin. Seto's trench coat flare always made a bold statement in any scenario.
There was a guy, charismatic and compelling with a devilish grin. An arrogant businessman, tall, medium built, close in Seto's age, notorious reputation. When he came up to Mokuba, Seto's eyes narrowed, knuckles white as his grip tightened around his glass.
He took long strides forward, eyes never leaving the two.
"You're a rare beauty to find." His voice was smooth, captivating.
"You have the most exotic eyes I've ever seen."
"Thanks, but I'm not interested." Mokuba's voice was dry as he turned to walk away.
"Don't be in such a rush. Why don't you come with me? I'll take you on a ride baby."
He pulled Mokuba's waist against his, hand against his cheek drawing back, lips almost brushing.
Seto saw red.
No one touches his brother.
He lunged forth, tackling the guy to the floor, knocking over a nearby table. Heads turned toward the direction of the noise. Kaiba clenched his fists, seized the guy's shirt, and sent him flying. The guy tried to get up and come after him but Kaiba was faster.
He diverted the raised fist, grabbed the arm, and pinned it behind. In one swift motion, he lifted him up and vigorously threw the man over his shoulder. Hitting the ground with such an impact had to have broken a few bones.
Still, Kaiba wasn't done.
The punches kept coming, ferociously getting more intense. The man tried blocking to no avail as Kaiba's fists cracked against his jaw, each punch striking harder and harder.
"Nii-sama! Nii-sama! Nii-sama!" Mokuba rushed to his brother's side.
"Nii-sama stop! You'll kill him!" Mokuba latched on to Kaiba's waist, trying to hold him back. It was as if a demon was unleashed with the strength of hell raging its fury.
With a final satisfying blow, his brother finally got off the guy. "If I ever see you near my brother again, I'll make sure your ashes won't even remain!" he spat menacingly, eyes wild. Cold livid fire sliced through the air at the sound of his threatening voice.
There was blood everywhere.
His face was disfigured; black bruises and wounds covered his body as he lay unconscious. Mokuba hoped his brother hadn't just committed murder. He let out a quick sigh of relief when he saw the man was still breathing, his breaths shallow.
When their eyes finally met, blue eyes transfixed him, a battle of all senses returning and reality sinking in, with traces of madness still lingering.
Seto asked softly, "Are you alright?" Mokuba opened his mouth but closed it and stared, letting his eyes respond.
The tabloids were going to have a field day with this.
Once back at the mansion, Seto took off his white trench coat in his room, growling in disgust at the bloodstains. He threw it against the floor.
"Nii-sama," He turned toward the voice. Mokuba was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed.
"We need to talk."
"There's nothing to talk about. I just snapped."
"Just snapped? Nii-sama you almost killed that guy!" Mokuba was met with silence. He sighed as his gaze shifted to the floor.
"You heard and saw, didn't you?" Seto's back was facing him but he could've sworn he heard teeth clench.
"Nii-sama…" the quiet whisper trailed off. His eyes fixated on his brother until he caught a glimpse.
"Nii-sama!" The change of tone directed the brunette's attention.
"Your hands are bleeding!" Mokuba exclaimed. Seto stared down at his knuckles, scraped and red.
"It's nothing." But Mokuba already has the kit out.
He took Seto's hand and led him outside to the balcony where the cool air encircled them. The night sky was dark with the moon hiding away, not yet reaching its full aptitude.
They sat together. Mokuba took one hand into his; the delicate touch lulls Seto's veins into serene tranquility yet consumes his senses. The wet cloth brushed against his skin, almost in a sanctifying manner.
Searching for meaning is digging up old pharaoh tombs dueling for answers to a closed chapter. Finding tolerance is a new king of games and a puppy whose tail still wags while barking. Feeling happiness is the warmth from an embrace with arms clinging tightly around him when he returns.
Falling in love is a slow autumn breeze through a young man's hair when he laughs and smiles at him. And Seto's heart stops, breath hitches, at warm eyes so true.
Seto grabbed Mokuba's face, pulling him in, their foreheads touching. He can't bring himself to do it. He can only stare deep in those striking violet eyes, the silence saying the forbidden words he can't.
His hand where he's gently holding Mokuba's cheek felt like it was burning. Their breaths touch, and lips part but neither can utter a word. Then Mokuba closed his eyes as he leaned in, closing the space between them, lips meeting Seto's.
Somewhere in his mind, he knew this was wrong but oh God- Mokuba's lips were just so soft; the kiss sent currents throughout his body. This can't be happening, this shouldn't be happening.
They both had the same blood running through their veins, that very same blood pounding both their hearts wild right now. It should've repulsed them but it just made them want more because of it; this forbidden growing desire.
And such a forbidden fruit never tasted so sweet.
Seto lightly placed his other hand on Mokuba's back, the fingertips tracing over the thin tight fabric of his black vest. Grazing lower, his fingertips stopped when he felt bare skin just before the waistline of Mokuba's pants-like a boundary-crossing. Almost knowingly, Mokuba arched into his touch, arms wrapping around his neck. He straddled his brother, legs enclosing Seto's waist, deepening their kiss with no remorse.
All the hidden glances, the caught long stares, the tension in the air, the repressed emotions building up over time between them-it all released.
Instinctively, Seto cupped Mokuba's bottom, noticing how tight and round he felt under his touch while the other hand came around his back, holding him in place to be sure he doesn't lose balance and fall. When Seto parted his lips slightly, Mokuba delved his tongue in.
Seto's body started reacting on its own, responding to Mokuba's tongue, he craved more contact as their tongues danced with each other to a secret rhythm only they knew.
Why was Mokuba's mouth so hot, so alluring that he couldn't get enough of the taste of his soft pouty lips?
The feel of his tongue put a spell on him to be forever locked into battle with this fierce kiss; one he didn't wish to be freed from. It was like he struck gold, and he just had to have more, needed more-
Mokuba moaned when his brother probed his tongue in further, going crazy exploring his mouth. They way Seto's strong yet gentle hands roamed over his body, his grip possessive and intimate.
Mokuba reacted to each caress, each touch, panting for more. His sweet moans just turned Seto on more. He licked his ear and bit the top, hands entangled in brown locks.
The bulge in both of their pants growing- Urgh Mokuba groaned. Seto hissed when Mokuba started grinding on top of him. Their bodies spoke to each other in a way they couldn't. Seto got up, Mokuba still in his arms, straddling his waist, and went into his bedroom.
The lights were turned off. He placed Mokuba on his bed, and climbed on top, their eyes meeting for a brief second before Mokuba crashed their lips together. He didn't want his brother changing his mind as if reality would soon sink in. Seto's hands touched his sides then slid under his vest.
They rolled around in the bed, lips never leaving the others. When Mokuba was on top of Seto, he pulled away, sitting up he started to teasingly strip his vest, making sure to move in provocative motions while still rubbing against his brother's erection. The vest was thrown on the floor as he suddenly ripped his brother's shirt off.
He paused to admire his beautiful abs-Oh how toned and defined his six-pack was along with those muscular arms. Seto's eyes were mesmerized, trailing over Mokuba body. His eyes widened. He couldn't believe his brother had on a black thong...or how incredibly sexy it looked on him. The rest of the clothes were tossed aside while Mokuba slowly slid the black thong off.
They both took a moment to run their eyes over the other's body. Seto had a strong medium build, broader shoulders, and more muscles. Mokuba was very lean and thin but toned, with a well-established six-pack of his own and beautifully sculpted arms.
His brother's erection was bigger than he imagined, a solid 10, while Mokuba's own was an inch shorter but otherwise same in length and thickness. They didn't have lube- or at least Mokuba didn't believe his brother would have it in his drawer so he improvised.
This would be more fun anyway.
With one lick, Mokuba sent pulsations shooting through Seto's entire body. He ran his tongue down the shaft slowly, then back up to the tip.
Light butterfly kisses were placed around the head. Mokuba swirled his tongue at the top before he started sucking lightly. Then he engulfed his brother's entire length in his mouth.
Immediately hands grabbed a fist full of black hair. Immense pleasure surged through Seto.
Ocean eyes peered down.
Seeing his baby brother stare up at him with those wide eyes and moist pink lips wrapped around his swollen manhood turned him on even more.
Mokuba bobbed his head, sucking harder as the hand in his hair pushed him in deeper, moving faster. Precum started oozing which Mokuba caught, savoring the taste of his Nii-sama. He licked his lips before getting up and sitting on Seto's lap. Seto grasped both cheeks while Mokuba began rubbing against him. The tip brushed his entrance.
"Mokuba…" Seto breathed out in a whisper for permission.
There was lotion on the small table beside the bed that Mokuba hadn't noticed. Grabbing the lotion, he poured some on himself before preparing Mokuba who kept buckling his hips at the touch of his fingers. Mokuba whimpered at the loss of contact when Seto withdrew his fingers.
Lying on his back, his legs spread, Mokuba moaned his name. Seto felt his hardened member twitch in anticipation.
The sight was so erotic.
He couldn't wait or hold himself back any further. He thrusted inside, the heat and muscles immediately clenched around him. Mokuba's legs wrapped behind at this which pushed his penetration deeper. Seto's entire being was intoxicated with ecstasy at how tight his brother's entrance was.
Mokuba bit his lip from crying out. He never felt such a mixture of pain and pleasure this intense before. He gasped at the shaft's thickness and length; his brother had completely filled him.
Control and restraint faded quickly from Seto with each thrust; it was like he was in a frenzy. His brother's walls just clung to his every movement. And Mokuba's voice- the urgency, the craving, the sheer passion all mixed together releasing such sensuous sounds. All for him. All because of him.
His rapid advances became faster with impact, the slapping of their skin echoing throughout the room.
"Nii-saamaa!"
The scream should've made him pause in concern, but his body refused, as if on command it continued, going deeper inside his brother, feeling more, wanting more. He just kept fucking him, loving how it felt inside him.
Perceptive eyes could see the grimace, and Seto was worried his brother might be in pain. That he was hurting him…But why were his brother's legs tightening further around his torso? The moans stirring as they became louder and louder after each contact.
"Aah! Nii-samaa! Ah! Faster!"
His ears were in disbelief. His brother wanted more? Was he not in agony? Did his body not ache?
"Nii-samaaa…!"
A soft yet shaky voice, desperate tone, certain eyes, inviting lips that parted. One look. That's all it took.
Seto crushed their bodies together as he hungrily devoured Mokuba lips in a heated kiss. He was on top, with Mokuba beneath him, chest to chest, leaving no space in between them.
Their bodies glued together while Seto moved inside Mokuba.
Both breaths became heavier and ragged as they pressed into each other. Mokuba's skin was so soft, the delicate features entrancing him.
The moonlight shone over them, illuminating their lovemaking in the dark of night.
To Sam: Thank you very much for being the first review on my story! I'm glad you liked it! Ah yes, I feel bad for Yugi too, not sure if I should include him again in a future chapter..let me know if you would like to see more. Otherwise, here's chapter 3- can't wait to hear what you think! I love hearing readers' thoughts! Thanks again!
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