Author's Warning: Some more serious smut ahead. And some mild dub-con.


"That's enough for now."

A hand snatched at the towel, which was squirming on top of the bed clothes, and pulled. A shock of dark and fuzzy hair surfaced, followed by the naked body of Mokuba who shook his head vigorously.
"We might as well leave it at that," the stranger's hand brushed a dark strand out of Mokuba's face before his fingers became entangled in them, "It will take ages to dry anyway."
"I'm still cold," Mokuba mumbled while ruffling his hair. The strange nausea from the ride earlier had drained away but sadly it had left with his arrogant confidence in tow.

Mokuba kept telling himself that he was comfortable with sitting on an exclusive hotel suit's bed in the company of someone who'd picked him up half an hour ago. Though the fact that he'd mistaken him for a rent boy added insult to injury.
And still... the prospect of what awaited him kept him simmering with excitement...

"You shouldn't worry about being cold," the stranger replied apathetically before caressing Mokuba's cheeks, "Besides, I've already turned up the heating. You'll feel warmer any minute now."
Even in the dimly lit room Mokuba noticed the stranger leering at him as he took off his clothes wordlessly.
His eyes grazed upon the stranger's brawny chest before slowly drifting downwards...

"We haven't discussed business obligations yet... that is to say the general conditions..." Mokuba spluttered, feeling the mattress shifting beneath the stranger's weight as he sat down beside him.
Only now he seemed to notice how much bigger and imposing his counterpart was.
"I see you're used to negotiating with businessmen. Well, here's the deal," the stranger chuckled as he leaned closer and whispered: "How about you do anything I say and I'll pay you anything you want?"
"Would you accept these general conditions?" he added mockingly as Mokuba refused to give him an answer.
The stranger wrapped his strong arms around Mokuba as he embraced him tightly. Mokuba shivered at the heat the stranger was giving off, an unnatural seething heat, as though he was running a fever.
"Well, silence gives consent I'd say," the stranger mumbled eventually before covering Mokuba's throat with hot kisses.

Mokuba touched the stranger's face gingerly, running a finger over the already sweat-covered skin.
He could have sworn that he'd recognized his voice, that he'd met him before. He knew him. He knew the man who sank into the soft linen with him and smothered him with kisses; he remembered his manner of speaking, the sound of his voice.
But he'd accompanied Seto on countless presentations and business meals and whatnot; he'd met so many of his commercial partners that he could hardly remember any of them.
And yet he seemed so familiar...

"Lie down," the stranger whispered into his ear while playfully trying to roll him onto his stomach.
"Don't you want to see my pretty face?" Mokuba asked coyly before scolding himself. He definitely had to have a word with his libido later on; it kept speaking his thoughts when he didn't want it to.
"I'll make do with your pretty ass for now," the stranger replied smugly while raking his fingers across the soft skin of Mokuba's backside. "But you seem rather tense," he added thoughtfully before reaching for a small switch above the bedside table.
Against Mokuba's expectations the room remained dark, though the silence was replaced by quiet lounge music.

"Just relax," the stranger whispered into his ear; Mokuba shivered at the heat of his breath. The stranger's fingers buried themselves in the tender skin above his pelvis as one of his hands slid over his stomach, pushing his body upwards and against his own.
A small, round cushion was placed underneath his pelvic area before his body was lowered down onto it.

Out of the corner of his eyes Mokuba saw the stranger reaching for a small bottle, stored on a shelf near the radiator beside the bed. Then he winced as a slick finger entered his anal cavity by force.

Mokuba dug his nails into the sheets as he couldn't help panting and gasping.
A second finger had joined the first one and was slowly, and to his dismay painfully, stretching him.
"Take a deep breath," the stranger whispered, an indication of concern resonating in his voice, "And try to slow down your breathing or your heart will go into overdrive. It's already beating like mad..."

Mokuba opened his mouth but regretted his decision immediately as a loud and unabashed moan escaped from his lips; he felt the warm and oily substance trickling into his anus, filling him up drop by drop. He looked over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of the stranger playfully splaying and spreading his anal cavity, with the viscous liquid dribbling steadily out of the bottle and into his forced open orifice.
"Don't look at me like that," the stranger leaned forward and placed a wet kiss on Mokuba's neck, "You're extremely tight and probably one or two sizes too small for me, figuratively speaking of course, and though I'd be flattered if you'd remember that night I don't want you to remember me as the one who's responsible for your worst anal fissure."
He couldn't help noticing that Mokuba's eyes were glued to the bottle. "It's preheated olive oil, cold-pressed and natural," the stranger added explicatively, "Nothing compares to it, really. Also I seem to be sucker for things that give you the close-to-nature feeling."

The stranger pushed deeper, visibly enjoying the feeling of the delicate young body cramping around his fingers. Mokuba's shoulders twitched nervously; he'd buried his face in the linen as to muffle his gasps and yelps. As he felt the fingers inside him trying to extend the distance between them to the maximum he couldn't help crying out.

A few minutes ago the music must have changed without him even noticing it and was now becoming louder.
No, Mokuba figured as he tried to catch his breath, he'd felt his heart hopelessly struggling to attune itself to the nervous beat.

Come on give me just a little bit now
Fool me please just one more time again

The first time always hurts you know
Wait till tonight, I'm gonna show
The last time always hurts the most

"You're just sick," Mokuba panted and wheezed into the linen, "Does this kind of music turn you on?"
"It's got a nice rhythm, doesn't it?" the stranger replied promptly, "At least for the act itself..."
"That's disgusting," Mokuba interrupted him while turning his head around in one swift movement.
His hips were jolting and struggling against the pressure from above as the stranger tried to get into a comfortable position on top of him.
Slowly his fingers were withdrawn.

"I think that's enough to make sure that I won't tear you up. Just focus on your breathing."

Mokuba felt the stranger's stiff member pressing against his gaping anus. Panic-stricken he grabbed one of his hands while searching his gaze over his shoulder.
"W...wait, you don't have a condom," Mokuba stammered but was cut off by the stranger's reassuring voice: "...and I won't need one. I can imagine that bareback costs extra but as I stated quite clearly before money is no object. Either way I bet you're worth your price."

Mokuba bit his lower lip. "Please, I don't want..."
"I trust that you're clean," the stranger said in a low voice, "And you should trust me too."

That voice...
Mokuba tried to get onto all fours as realisation dawned but he was pressed down onto the pillow determinedly. Desperately he looked back at the man kneeling behind him.
"Rafael," he mumbled aghast but his verbalized affright was muffled as his head was forced down into the mattress.

It dawned on Mokuba that this measure had been taken pre-emptively as Rafael ground his hips against his backside before stretching his anus with his fingers while pushing in in order to alleviate the pain caused by the intrusion. Mokuba had to suppress a howl nonetheless as he felt his body tightening around Rafael's hard cock.

Rafael waited for Mokuba to catch his breath again and therefore paused with his member just two inches inside him. But somehow his immobility made things worse.
Mokuba started to squirm beneath him, panicking at the unfamiliar pain.
He was oblivious to Rafael's attempts to comfort him as his heart was thumping madly in his chest.
"Please pull it out... pull it out..." Mokuba whispered, not daring to move a muscle.

Rafael sighed while nuzzling his neck.
"Just relax," he whispered while slowly increasing the pressure and inching his way forward, "You're slick, you're rather flexible and would stretch around me nicely if only you could stop thinking about the size of my cock...though it's very complimentary that you're scared of its size..."

He combed his fingers through Mokuba's hair while penetrating him passionately but rather sensitively.
Somehow the rhythmic motion helped Mokuba loosening up. And to his annoyance he found that concentrating on controlling his breathing did make things more bearable.
As for knowing that he was getting ploughed by one of his brother's former archenemies...
Well, to tell the truth, that was a huge thrill.
Though the real turn-on was knowing that Rafael would literally impale him when pushing all the way in. He was just so much bigger and thewy. And so hard-hitting... quite literally.

Rafael's hands grabbed the soft flesh above Mokuba's pelvis and positioned themselves on his Iliac furrow. After unsuccessfully trying to control and direct Mokuba's erratic movements he dug his nails into the tender skin underneath his upper parts of the hipbones, causing Mokuba to thrust out his buttocks. "Tilt your pelvis backwards and arch your back a bit more," Rafael wheezed while trying to keep a steady grip on Mokuba's underbelly as he ground against him, "Try to absorb the thrusts by countervailing as though you're trying to push me back, no, push me out while I thrust into you."

Mokuba, following his instructions out of lust-driven curiosity, felt Rafael's cock burying itself deeper and deeper in his body. He moaned aloud, feeling the heat of his own skin burning against Rafael's.
He was nearly all the way in now...

Oh come one come on just a little, just a little closer
Oh come on come on just a little, just a little closer...

Mokuba barely resisted as he was pulled backwards, lifted off his hands and knees and shoved into Rafael's lap. Then, as in a dream, he glanced down at his glistening thighs, moisturized by sweat and sprayed with oil. And between them towered his own erection, carelessly neglected until now but firm and stiff nonetheless...
Mokuba' eyes snapped shut as he held his breath. He felt as though Rafael was going to impale him, driving his cock with such agonizing force into his body.
He was squirming restlessly on top of Rafael's muscular thighs; Rafael wrapped a strong arm around his chest to keep his body tolerably still.

Mokuba was covered in sweat by now, gasping and moaning shamelessly at every thrust. He felt Rafael's member pressing ahead as he picked up the pace, the impacts of his thrusts rippling throughout him.

There was a short and very painful sensation deep inside as though Rafael had stripped the raw flesh from his inner walls – only to be chased away by unearthly bliss.
He held his breath, the unknown pleasure washing over him and tearing apart his senses.
Mokuba clasped the hands that locked him into that pleasurably painful position with his nails digging into the warm skin as he ejaculated onto Rafael's steamy thighs.

Rafael released his grip in Mokuba who sank back against his chest, panting and moaning and helplessly struggling for air.
"Very unprofessional," Rafael wheezed as he pulled out of Mokuba to squirt some more oil into his gaping hole, "Though I take it's a quality feature that you can come, which isn't too common among the likes of you." Mokuba winced at the sensation of the warm oil dripping from his anus.
"Still," Rafael added after taking a deep breath, "I take it as a compliment that you came without needing to touch yourself..."

Mokuba panted uneasily as he was placed in Rafael's lap once again and merely moaned as he felt his stiff cock entering him. Rafael's thrusts were more violent and passionate than before, as he was visibly struggling with both his own and Mokuba's body.
Mokuba's back was pressed against Rafael's chest, his head tilting backwards to find a comfortable position to rest on his shoulder. He kissed Rafael's sweat-covered neck, lapping appreciatively at his salty skin; his hands were brushing over his own body in search for Rafael's only to entwine with his fingers as soon as they met.

Mokuba had wondered what Rafael's cumshot would feel like; therefore he was almost a bit disappointed that he barely noticed Rafael coming inside with him, with all the hot fluids already filling up his tender cavity.

Gently he was lowered onto the bed.
Rafael slowly pulled out as he rolled Mokuba onto his back, who had a hard time keeping Rafael's freshly reaped cum from leaking out of his body.

Mokuba sighed enfeebled; he felt the fatigue and exhaustion weighing him down as he tried to relax on the soft linen.
Rafael pressed his forehead against Mokuba's as he closed his eyes; he was now on all fours above him, tenderly breathing on him.

"Has Kaiba Corp gone bankrupt?" Rafael asked as his blue eyes snapped open, boring into Mokuba's, "Or are you just supplementing the net profit?"
Rafael caught Mokuba's hand as he was about to slap him. He pinned down the tender teenage body beneath him with his weight as he treated Mokuba to an affectionate smile.

Mokuba was about to open his mouth as Rafael sealed his lips with a long kiss.
Eventually Mokuba managed to break free after biting Rafael's tongue.

Rafael sat up on top of him and treated Mokuba to a scrutinizing stare.
"Is there anything you want to get off your chest?" he asked eventually.
"You better pay me quickly before I tell someone that you forced an underage teenage boy into selling his body."

Again Mokuba didn't know where that had come from. But he pressed on nonetheless.
Rafael cocked an eyebrow at him; he remained calm and didn't seem the least bit unsettled.
"You didn't tell me your age," he replied eventually, "and you were seducing me. Either way, I'm not going to pay you."
"You promised me money," Mokuba snapped lamely.
"You should have demanded cash up-front."
"As if you would agree to something like that," Mokuba replied while grabbing his shoulders, "And if you don't pay me I'll tell Seto that you raped me."

This seemed to have the desired effect as Rafael didn't look as confident as before.
Nevertheless he treated Mokuba to a dismissive glare.
"Why do you want money?" he asked, "You don't need money. You're well off and have already earned more money than I could possibly give you. And besides, if you think you can threaten me with your brother's wrath than you're even more immature than I would have given you credit for."
Mokuba glared at him as he folded his arms in front of his chest.
"I don't have to rely on my brother to get what I want," Mokuba replied eventually, "Though we both know that he could have you captured and killed in two days if he's in one of his moods."

Rafael owed him a reply; but Mokuba chuckled as he felt his muscles tensing at the thought of it.

"Pay me," Mokuba demanded. He snuggled against Rafael's chest while stroking his back, "I earned that money. I bounced on your hard cock and risked life-threatening injuries as you impaled me; you can't deny that having sex with you is physically demanding."
"You're a cute sweet-talker, aren't you?" Rafael sighed while smiling mildly at Mokuba.
As he met his gaze he felt the unyielding adamant eyes of Seto Kaiba staring right back at him.
Like big brother, like little brother...

"I suppose we could strike an agreement..." Rafael stated after due consideration as he reached for Mokuba's soft thighs.


The author would like to thank you for reading their story. If you like what you've just read (or would like to criticize it) feel free to leave a comment.

The lyrics are taken from 'The first time always hurts' and 'Dream with me' by Oomph!, an extremely talented German rockband.