Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh or any of it's affiliates. I don't own Kaiba, I don't own Mokuba. I just own the "plot" and my own creative genius XD….ahem. Seriously. I am making not a dime. Chapter Three. Review. Thanks Seriously delayed update. But hey, here it is. Taking on a different writing style for this chapter. Short. Semi-interlude.

Unanswered Prayers

Chapter Three: How Denial Works

Kaiba woke up with a start. Panting and fresh semen between his legs. His black silk stained. No way. He just mentally screwed Mokuba and he liked it...The hell!?

The older brother immediately sat up and walked unsteadily to his bathroom. He flipped the lid to his toilet and emptied out anything that was there. He broke out in a cold sweat. He's never felt so off balance before. He felt nauseous and disgusted, but strangely satisfied.

(Satisfied?)

That wasn't the word he was looking for. As he finished retching he turned on the shower. He went to the sink and washed his face. He didn't like what he saw there. His face was glowing, ethereal even. But his ice-diamond eyes were unfocused. He was a wreck. He listened to the shower run and sighed. He wanted to scrub away any residue of his sick, twisted fantasy.

(Fantasy?)

Frustration started to race through his veins. What kind of brother dreams of fucking his younger brother? He just…didn't do that kind of thing. He walked back to his room and promptly disposed of his sheets. Hell, he might burn down the room. He felt so dirty.

(And to think it all started with a broken view of Mokuba masturbating to his image)

A little voice started to pip up as water cascaded down his body. As Kaiba washed away the sticky semen that should have never materialized in the first place; he started to mull over what to do. He sighed and placed his head on the wall. This scenario was going from bad to worse and the last thing he needed was Mokuba to show up.

"Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetttttttttooooooooooooooooooooo! Goodmorning Big Brother!"

Yes, life never worked according to plan now did it? He splashed his face and attempted to regain his caring, compassionate and pre-dream composure.

"Goodmorning, Mokuba. Can you give me 15 minutes?"

"Suuure! Anything for you! You're the beeest!"

(What an understatement of the century?)

And Seto, not knowing what else to do went through the motions of preparing his day. He brushed his teeth, and then proceeded to shower where his thoughts and flashbacks got the best of him. He closed his eyes and he could still feel the intimate dream acts between he and his brother taking place. He could still feel the kisses upon his lips, and the taste of sour green pervade his senses. Just thinking about the sin of these acts turned him on again.

Seto could feel his manhood swell and twitch at the idea of fucking Mokuba. Seto's brain said no, no, no no no no no no ! But his body, disregarded the brain and continued to elongate, begging for attention. Seto moaned softly as he took his manhood into his hand and moaned more as he took care of it. He leaned against the wall and jacked off expertly, teasing himself in all the right places and just the right times so that he orgasmed , quickly and intense. He closed his eyes and caught his breath, feeling once again sated…and incredibly dirty.

(What the fuck was happening to him?!)

"Seto! What's taking so long?! We have things to do!!"

Seto did not just masturbate to his younger brother's image…he did not just ejaculate…and most importantly, he didn't just like it did he?