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Chapter 3: The Morning After

"Ah . . . . Where in the hell am I?" Mokuba rolled over apparently in a bed. He reached for the covers as his butt hit a soft fur rug on the floor. "Ump . . . that really hurt."

He looked around and realized he was at least in his own room. 'Shit, another night screwing most likely. I hope I didn't get into too much trouble. Brother is going to have my ass for sure, 'these thoughts roamed around freely in his head.

"My head hurts like hell," Mokuba stood up and realize the only clothes on his slender body were a pair of girls' lace bikini panties. He couldn't help but laugh and wonder who his playmate for the night was. Mokuba enjoyed his sex life to the fullest and sometimes he did indulge in one night stands but they were of the highest of caliber. He was young, sexy, rich, and traveled in the gay circles of the wealthy. Some had secrets to hide, and others were very open. Mokuba choose to travel in the gray areas; it depended on his feelings for the other person. Much of his concern centered on his tight-ass brother after all he was a Kaiba. 'Speaking of my brother, I hope he's alright. That Amed looked like a real hand full.'

Mokuba walked over to a wall and pushed a button calling for his Bodyguard.

"Ryou, get your ass in here," Mokuba smirked. Ryou appears in minutes clearly upset with his friend and boss.

Ryou handed Mokuba a robe and draped it on his shoulders. His eyes lingered on Mokuba's lower body. A penis ring was visible through the thin panties. Ryou wanted with all his heart to touch his sex with his own thin lips and caress the stone with his tongue. He shook his head to clear the dangerous dream. That's all it could be, a dream. Mokuba wanted so much more, he was out of his league, Mokuba loved older men with nice thick budges in front. Ryou was neither.

"Ok, what happen?"

"What you always do, the usual." Ryou pouted.

"Don't be an ass Ryou," Mokuba kisses the boy's lip, Ryou closed his eyes. He knew the black haired beauty was teasing him, but he couldn't hide his affections.

"Bakura carried you inside, I think that guy had other plans, he would have taken you away. Instead we took him" Ryou pointed to the bed.

Mokuba gasp and walked over to the bed. Under the silk sheets a body stirred and long legs protruded out. Mokuba remembers with a cool expression on his face.

Flashback

The lights in the night club swirled around and stars covered the ceiling. He'd heard about this gay club, but never had the pleasure of going. Tonight he and Yami lit up the night. Mokuba couldn't take his eyes off the beauty, so inviting. The drinks flowed and the men were sexy as hell, but Yami captured his heart. The man had moves and the most amazing hair. It was three colors and soft as silk against Mokuba's cheek.

"Where have you been all my gay life? I could settle down with you forever," Mokuba whispered between grinding his balls off.

"Ah my black beauty, you don't even know if I can please you." Yami gently grabbed Mokuba's sack and rolled the jewels between his fingers. Frozen Mokuba didn't know what to do so he glazed into Yami's eyes with lust in his, a clear invitation.

Yami continued his game, "Or if I'm man enough," now he placed Mokuba's hand down in his own pants and allowed him a chance to play.

"Shit," Mokuba started to drool sweet saliva, which Yami licked off his face with gentle kisses.

"Mmm . . .," Mokuba thought, 'really hard in the right places.' Yami's movement hinted at a vast amount of experience in bed. Mokuba leaned in for more. He was almost ready for a test run. The conversation was heavy and filled with sexual tension. After some serious dirty dancing and countess drinking between the two men, Yami moved to step two. He drugged Mokuba's wine. The young billionaire was ready to spread his legs. Thank goodness for bodyguard; Bakura stepped in just as he was about to climb into the dangerous sports car.

"Come on little hot boss. If you're going to play do it at home," Bakura spoke clearly.

Yami had no choice but to comply. Now he was the victim. Back at the Mansion they finished off a bottle of wine and explored each other's bodies all night. Mokuba chuckled in memory, he was in control.

"Hey sleepy head, wake up, lover boy." Mokuba pulled at his lover.

Yami rolled over and remembered. He was supposed to drug the playboy and have his way. Maybe make a video, something to embarrass the brothers. It would be the beginning of the Kaiba's downfall, part of a plan to destroy the growing empire. Yet he was in Mokuba's bed and loving it. Dartz didn't say the playboy would be so damn hot and a stud in bed. He screamed and withered all night, Mokuba had moves.

"Ah . . ." Yami tried to get up, but his backside suggested he remain still. "Damn it, he fucked me."

Mokuba leaned over the shocked Yami and whispered. "New experience, I tried to be gentle, just didn't think you were a virgin."

Yami turned away, he could feel the blood rush to face, "forget it . . . Pretty boy."

"Ump . . . don't be so cold. Maybe I should warm you up." Mokuba's hands circled Yami's waist and he reached around to finger his groin. He started rubbing his legs and played with the tender flesh inside.

"Mokuba is there anything else you need?" Ryou growled out.

"Um . . . Ryou I'll call you. Have cook prepare a light breakfast we'll be eating in." Mokuba winked at his servant, but continued to nibble on his new lover's ear.

"Now where were we?" Yami closed his eyes and decided to give into the sweet sensation. It wasn't his role to be on the bottom, but the change was delicious.

"I'll draw a special bath, it will relieve the pain," Mokuba smirked. "Ryou one more thing before you go, send Joey up."

"He's right here," Ryou slammed the door he was mad as hell.

Joey laughs and taunts the bodyguard."Cheer up, my man; you get to see him everyday . . . even if you can't share his bed. Maybe he'll give you his leftovers."

"Shut up!"

"Joey is that you? Are you teasing my little pet?" Mokuba tested the water and found it warm and comforting. He added antiseptic, antibiotics, and perfumed oils.

"You heard from brother?"

"I was about to ask you the same question. He didn't come home last night." Joey felt very uncomfortable with the situation.

"Well the conference is for three days and night, besides brother met a really hot babe. I mean really hot."

"Mokuba, maybe we should discuss this later in private, you look a little busy." Seto's was a private man and Joey respects that. The years had changed their relationship to trust.

"Oh don't worry. He's cool."

"You mean he's gay or lose. You can't go around picking up trash and bringing it to Seto's home. Who is this man?"

"Damn you sound just like Seto. I'm not a baby and this is my home too." Mokuba ignore Joey's threats and walk back into the bedroom, the bath was ready.

"You're just loose," Joey laugh, he knew Seto would always protect his brother and he watched out for him too.

Mokuba threw a shoe at the blond and his robe fell open. "Mokuba don't you have any shame?"

"A little . . . you're so uptight I told you before I'd help you out," now the frown returned to the blond's face.

"Shut up!"

"Touchy . . . . You're waiting for Bro," Mokuba smirked, he had such a nasty mouth, but it couldn't be helped.

"Fuck you," Joey snarled.

"Bring it on," Joey slammed the door. Mokuba's laughter could be heard down the long hallway. Joey tried to contact his boss again, but he refused to answer.

"What in the hell are you up to Kaiba? Why have you cut me off?"

Meanwhile

It was over three hours since the CEO pulled into his private garage at Kaiba Corp. Kaiba Corp was the only place he could cool down. So frustrated he fired his staff, well except Joey. Joey his private secretary didn't know where he was and he wanted to keep it that way. Seto reached behind a wall to wall bookcase. He opened a private safe that held a file long ago buried. It was a file on a certain red haired, no crimson hottie that fired his soul.

Years had passed since their last meeting. Amed a damn good copy pissed him off. His thoughts drifted to last night and the pleasures he enjoyed with the man. Amed a young man was trained to satisfy his needs. Amed was the exact duplicate of Amelda a man, a memory that haunted Seto for years. This man's whose heart beat in time with his own.

"You seem restless, perhaps this will help." Amed walked over to the CEO and without asking he started to massage Seto's shoulders and upper back. Amed whispered a sweet tune. Seto slapped the presumptuous boy's face and forced him down onto the huge desk.

"How dare you assume to understand my feeling or needs? You're nothing but a fake and a toy sent here for my amusement. So amuse me . . . give me what I want!"

"Please I didn't know," Amed moans, he tried to mask his fear, but the tears fell,his tears only inflamed Seto's anger and he tightens the grip around Amed throat.

"I could kill you right now that might please my appetite. Answer my question and I may let you live! Last night you made a phone call and I want to know his name."

"I don't know his name."

"Liar! I'll ask again! Tell your employee the game is over."

Amed rubbed his throat and took the opportunity to back away. Seto lashed out, he was blinded by rage. "Show your face, I'll expect nothing less."

The boy reached inside his pants pocket and pulled out a small disc. His hands were shaking. "This belongs to you."

Seto snatched the disc and watched as it disappeared into his desk top computer. An image appeared and small perfectly formed lips spoke sternly to him. "The Old Mill, tomorrow night under the purple clouds and black stars, you know the place. The lips curved into a wicket smile and he disappeared.

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