Twenty minutes and lots of swearing due to the traffic jam later Rafael slammed the door to his apartment shut. Mokuba cursed under his breath as he fumbled with his tie, desperate to strip off his sweaty clothes as soon as possible.
"Make yourself at home," Rafael said tenderly while strutting past him, his suit landing heavily on the huge armchair, towering over a small working desk.
"I need a shower," Mokuba announced before glaring at Rafael who had just gotten comfortable on a rather tasteless leather sofa, "and so do you."
Rafael locked onto his gaze; he smiled as Mokuba narrowed his eyes at him and cocked a curios eyebrow in reply.
"I prefer you like this..." he said softly while reaching for a freshly poured glass of brandy before patting the empty space beside him. "You smell so nice...it makes matters a lot more exciting."
"No. It just makes everything more sticky," Mokuba sighed and slid the door to the bathroom open.
"I'm going to hit the shower."
Against his expectation Rafael appeared to be unfazed by his comment and continued ignoring him. Annoyed by the lack of attention he was being paid Mokuba added:
"And at least wash your cock before shoving it up my ass again. I don't want to feel dirty because of you."
The water droplets hammered against Mokuba's skull as he leaned against the wall of the vast shower. He gasped as his skin brushed against the cold tiles; yet their iciness was refreshing.
Mokuba felt that he needed to get a clear head and, most of all, a cool head.
He despised Rafael for his disrespect, he was mad at his brother for being the root of his self-doubts and insecurities and most of all he hated himself for being as stupid as he was.
He felt weak, he felt used and he felt terrible for feeling like this.
Effeminate.
He was Rafael's little bitch after all...
Mokuba growled while drumming his fists at the wall, tears stinging his eyes painfully as he withdrew his hurting hands.
Why? Just why did he even have to feel like this himself?
Was it because Rafael was top?
Mokuba cast his eyes at the floor while feeling the fingers feebly crawling up his spine. He clawed at the hand as it settled between his shoulder blades.
"Piss off," he hissed, his voice a distant rumble of thunder at the back of his throat.
"You're tense," was all Rafael had to say to this.
"And you're the last person on earth I want to see right now," Mokuba snapped while turning on his heel. He glowered at Rafael and flung the shampoo bottle he'd clasped his fingers round at his chest.
It hit him with a deep thudding noise.
Rafael smirked before forcing himself upon Mokuba, ramming his tender back into the tilled wall.
Mokuba bit down on his lower lip to keep himself from screaming in agony.
"It takes a lot to break you, doesn't it?" Rafael's lips escaped a quiet chuckle as he glanced down on his poor little victim.
"Don't flatter yourself, you couldn't break me if you crushed every bone in my body," Mokuba replied unfazed.
Rafael was playing; he was always toying with Mokuba.
And Mokuba was playing hard to get.
A provocative glare here, a whispered insult there; either way they ended up teasing and taunting each other.
But the mind games were what kept Mokuba on edge.
Rafael would only be properly satisfied if he could abuse his body and fuck with his mind, wouldn't he...?
"You're no match for me," Mokuba gasped as Rafael pressed his muscled chest against his ribcage, thereby forcing all the air out of his lungs. But he'd been prepared for situations like this one so long ago.
"My childhood was dominated by mind games between Seto our stepfather and me. Don't even think you can compete with that. And I've had worse, by God I've had worse... physical abuse...mental abuse...fucked up things you wouldn't endure a minute..."
Rafael seemed to take no notice of Mokuba speaking whatsoever; instead he busied himself with pumping up his own chest and watching his small lover gasping for air.
"I told you I've had worse," Mokuba snarled, his hands reinforcing their grip on Rafael's shoulders. Despite putting on an air of adamance, Rafael knew, Mokuba was getting nervous.
"Unless I've been misinformed your stepfather didn't indulge in erotic asphyxiation of any kind, so unless you and your brother have that kind of relationship I've kind of learned to expect from Japanese siblings I'm sure I can show you something very special..."
Rafael mused, running his fingers through Mokuba's wet and scruffy hair, "Think you can take it?"
Mokuba wheezed pitifully but stood up straight and fazed Rafael with unyielding determination.
"What makes you think I'm ready to get ploughed by you again?" Mokuba asked but hissed with unwanted pleasure as Rafael's fingers brushed against his rock-hard erection.
Mokuba bit down on his lower lip and groaned inwardly.
He felt like he was losing his mind but it felt good. Or this was just the hypoxia speaking...
"Okay. Show me what you've got."
Rafael treated Mokuba to a sickly sweet smile as he increased the pressure on his delicate ribcage. He leaned down, nibbling on his little lover's neck before tenderly whispering into his ear:
"Perhaps some other day..."
Having said that he stepped back unexpectedly and caught Mokuba in mid-fall as he collapsed.
Mokuba coughed and gasped as he desperately fought for air; still he kicked Rafael's shin and slid onto all fours on the tiled floor.
"You're the most self-centred selfish motherfucker I've ever met in my whole life," Mokuba roared as he got his voice back; he squirmed to sit on his haunches.
"And that's something coming from Seto Kaiba's younger brother," Rafael added while rubbing his hurting shin. Inside that barely muscular teenage body, Rafael knew, raged the strength and aggression of a sex-starved maniac.
"You like to think you're a charmer, transforming your little maiden into a debauched whore. Well, I'm neither of it!"
The fact that his voice had risen to an awkward shrieked only fed Mokuba's fury and shame; he stormed out of the shower and darted into the bedroom, closing his eyes and folding his arms in front of his chest.
"I know that you're not my little toy," Rafael said and probably even meant it as he closed the bedroom door and sat down on the edge of the bed, patting the empty space beside him invitingly, "You're an over-sexed and under-fucked teenager with a devious smile and a perfect ass. And I'm here to please and spoil you."
"I'm..." Mokuba began but was cut off by Rafael who shushed him and placed a hand over his mouth.
"You can either shut up or finally live out that rape-fantasy where you're abused and fucked senseless by one of your brother's business partners," Rafael interjected and smirked, "Or was that only my fantasy?"
Mokuba growled barely audible. But it wasn't the thundering growl of refusal Rafael had learned to recognize before Mokuba lashed out. No, it was the purring of a cat; a feral cat perhaps but definitely something small and fluffy; and it would eat right out of the palm of your hand if you treated it right...
Yeah, there was the little feral glint in Mokuba's eyes, the mad glitter of excitement.
He lunged at Rafael, who collapsed onto the bed beneath his weight, to lock his jaw around the muscular flesh on Rafael's chest, gnawing at his collar bone in annoyance.
A hiss escaped Rafael's lips. Feline and feral indeed...
Rafael ruffled Mokuba's hair tenderly, his fingers running down the back of his head before they indulged in caressing his spine. The young and soft skin shivered beneath his touch and Mokuba purred delightfully.
Oh, Rafael knew exactly how to work his hands around Mokuba; a light touch between his shoulder blades here, a soft stroke behind his ear there... and the wild beast would be tame as it had fallen under his spell.
Mokuba breathed in deeply as he scrambled up to straddle Rafael. He purred with pleasure as he sucked and nibbled on Rafael's jugular, giving the throbbing veins on the surface an occasional playful bite.
The adrenaline was rushing once again through his veins, he was in charge and he felt it, he knew that he was in charge over his body and mind. The gnawing self-doubts and fears had dissolved and now he was back on top of the world.
Or just on top of Rafael, but that would suffice for now.
Mokuba ground his hips against Rafael's, pushing and dominating the stronger body underneath. Rafael's skin was hot, his skin was always so hot and steamy but right now it felt better than ever because it felt so real to the touch and the strong musky smell surrounding Rafael just topped it off.
As though he was under the control of pheromones Mokuba was riding Rafael's loins, his stiff member chafing against the pulsing flesh towering proudly between his friend's thighs.
And he wanted more, he wanted so much more...
Rafael's lips contorted into a self-contented grin.
To Mokuba it was a blur in which Rafael was all around him, heated skin gliding over twitching limbs as Rafael managed in one swift movement to position Mokuba beneath him. Mokuba sighed, squirming and shivering with dissatisfaction as he was rolled onto his stomach with his neglected erect limb poking the soft mattress reluctantly.
"What are you doing?" Mokuba almost whined as Rafael reinforced the grip on his lover's haunches.
"Something special," Rafael whispered tenderly. He giggled.
Mokuba held his breath, his limbs frozen in astonishment at the sensation of Rafael's tongue giving his anus an experimental lick before rasping mercilessly over it.
