Author's Note: Lots of dirty-talk and a bit smut. The chapter turned out to be too long and had to be split.
Next one is going to be even smuttier.
BTW: the reference in the previous chapter was, as you may have guessed, Lilly Allen's 'Not Fair'.
Personally, I adore this song for being bold without being graphic (something I'm definitely NOT!)


His lips were pressed together firmly. His eyes looked empty, his gaze seemed distant and hollow as he tried to force a gentle smile onto his lips.
Mokuba found his eyes drawn to the grey sky waiting outside this boring conference room.
He hated rainy days. And these meetings always got on his nerves so easily.
This time was no exception.
Lots of shaking hands, exchanging meaningless nods, ignorant smiles...

Mokuba failed to pay attention as always, he just wasn't cut out for this.
Another half hearted smile as he felt the eyes of yet another CEO resting on him.
But that was it, wasn't it?
Smiling and nodding and trying not to space out too soon when you simply didn't understand a single word of the lecture given in front of you.
What a waste of time. If it wasn't for a worthy cause...

He felt a warm hand nestling against the soft skin of his thighs through the thin fabric of his trousers.
Mokuba grasped Rafael's fingers gingerly. Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed Rafael's businessman-like benevolent grin.
And yet it was more than reassuring to have him by his side.

Mokuba was his little treasure.
And a treat for the other members of the meeting.
Mokuba's company was highly valued by Rafael and apparently a number of CEOs he had been introduced to. CEOs who weren't au fait with the name KaibaCorp or its important role within the IT sector. All they saw was a pleasant boy, pretty as a picture, a businessman's protégé who had been taught to sit still, smile and behave. And they could just imagine how he'd be rewarded for that.

Eye candy.
Mokuba was dragged around by Rafael as his toy-boy, his high class playmate and was kind enough to let his fellow business-partners in crime catch a glimpse of the gorgeous company he enjoyed. Mokuba was eyecandy, sitting neatly beside Rafael to lighten the mood in the conference rooms and making matters for negotiating partners far more pleasant.
Having a pretty face to gaze at while discussing business matters and the prospect of giving the pretty boy's well shaped ass a firm squeeze during an unobserved moment...

Mokuba trusted Rafael and he was eternally grateful for knowing that he could trust him. He knew that Rafael would never let any of those filthy fat cats have him just to press ahead with negotiations.
No, it was always 'look but don't touch'.
Rafael patronised him and guided his every steps. He marked his territory unapologetically. Mokuba was his, he belonged to him. They knew he owned him. Either as rent-boy or office whore.

Mokuba sighed quietly as his gaze was drawn to the lusty stare of an old fat cat.
Still, he couldn't decide whether the whole thing was exciting or disgusting.
Probably both.

Mokuba's fingers entwined with Rafael's as he intensified his grip on his hand.
He was once more lost in thought, hovering high above the skyscrapers in the dark clouds, feeling the drops of cold rain on his skin, gazing at the darkening surroundings.
Absorbed in his daydreams he leaned his head against Rafael's shoulder, who found his hand reaching for the neat but untameable hair cascading down his chest.
Rafael smiled benignly, lowering his head as he whispered: "Didn't get enough sleep last night, eh?"

Due to the distracting coughs and muffled laughter he figured that he hadn't been speaking as quietly as he thought he did.
Mokuba lifted his head and looked straight ahead, eyes fixed on the dark clouds as he gritted his teeth and kept the blush from rising. He felt the stares prickling on his skin.
Oh, how all of a sudden their eyes were alive with lust as they grazed upon his body.

Mokuba longed for the liberating "That's all for today now, I'm afraid," and how his heart beat with anticipation as the chairs got pushed back and he could finally stretch his hurting legs.
He wandered over to the window, waiting for the aged participants to hand-shake their way out as he waited for Rafael to cease chatting with his colleagues.
Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Rafael smiling bemusedly; his smile added lecherousness to the otherwise spotless air of a prudent tradesman. And it caused Mokuba to get weak in the knees as well...

"I heard some very nice comments about you today," Rafael said as he guided Mokuba's steps through the underground car park.
"Nothing new I suppose," Mokuba chuckled.
"Do you want to hear them, too?" Rafael went on while taking off his jacket. "All of them?" Mokuba replied cheekily, "in a nutshell."

"You're a gorgeous little devil with a pretty mouth and an ever prettier ass, both being the centre of attention and all kinds of pleasures. Though they're still getting their hopes up that I might pass you on to them which, of course, is out of the question."

Having said that, Rafael nuzzled Mokuba's neck before tucking him into his seat. "Either way they couldn't afford that. You're the crème de la crème."
"You just say that because you want to fill me with your hot cream 'till I'm dripping all over," Mokuba remarked. Rafael's hand came down hard on Mokuba's thigh before it nestled towards his crotch.

"I never realized what a sex-starved monster I've created," Rafael sighed. He adjusted the rear mirror before starting the car.

"What's wrong?" Mokuba wondered out loud.
Rafael shrugged. "Why would you think that something was the matter?"
"You look strained," Mokuba said touching Rafael's cheeks thoughtfully and caressing his sideburns, "Something's bugging you. I just know it."

Again Rafael shrugged. There was his strained breathing again as he took in the darkening sky. He seemed to ponder quietly.

"Come on, tell me," Mokuba teased. His hands travelled further downward, only stopping to unbuckle Rafael's belt. He took in a deep breath, sucking in Rafael's musky scent, "Or do you want to give me my daily load of your thick cream first?"
"I'm too distracted while driving, save it for later," Rafael shoved Mokuba's hand back into his own lap.
"But I can still make you horny," Mokuba whispered before nibbling on his ear.
"My colleagues are sick bastards. Most of them anyway," Rafael remarked after a while.
"That's coming from the one wearing cufflinks matching the vibrator he's given me as a present. Don't think I haven't noticed," Mokuba snapped while reaching for the jacket hanging over Rafael's neck rest. "They may be 23 carat but it's sick. And don't tell me again that it's easier to clean."

Once again Rafael shrugged.
"It's a different kind of sickness," he said, "They congratulated me on my well-bred nephew and asked whether I was already breeding him myself."
"That's... disgusting," Mokuba mumbled after feeling his stomach churn.
"Mh..." Rafael agreed and nodded.
"Still, I'm surprised to find you put off by that," Mokuba went on.
"I'm not really into incest," Rafael explained, "Mind you I don't have any close relatives still alive so I can't even try it and see if I like it."

Mokuba held his breath out of pure irritation over Rafael's tactlessness.
"That was in very poor taste," he replied at last.
"I know," Rafael sighed, "Sorry for that. Either way I can't bring myself to like incest porn. Does nothing for me, really.
"It's exciting because it's forbidden," Mokuba babbled before adding sheepishly, "I guess."
"It's not forbidden it's just..." Rafael waved his hand vaguely before resting it on the car wheel again, "It's unerotic, that's what it is. It's not in the least way a turn-on. I just can't see what some people see in it."
"I'm not into..." Mokuba began but broke off.
"I know," Rafael reassured him lamely, "The idea of Kaiba indulging in any kind of sexual activity is simply..."
Mokuba shrugged.

He'd never given it any thought. He didn't know whether his brother was frigid or simply asexual. He'd never cared for it. Seto was there for him, he'd looked after him like a parental substitute. But like with real parents you didn't really want to know what was going on once the bedroom door was closed.

Half an hour later they had checked into a new hotel and were just about to put the honeymoon suit's bed to a test.
"Why does it always have to be the honeymoon suit?" Mokuba asked as he ripped open Rafael's shirt. He gasped as Rafael drew a long and intimate kiss from his lips while disposing of his own pants.
"Did you see the look the reception had shot me? Did you?" Mokuba struggled for air and sank back into the mattress, breathing heavily.
"She probably suspected you of warming up the sheets for my wife who'd arrive later on," Rafael replied smugly, "Or you've just come with me for 'practising'."
"You know what?" Mokuba groaned under the weight of Rafael, "I don't give a damn about what she thinks."

Rafael pushed his knees upwards thereby separating Mokuba's legs until the soft and warm flesh of his groin lay bare before his pulsing manhood.
"No, please," Mokuba whispered, "My neck still hurts from yesterday. Let's try something else." Rafael shifted, rolling Mokuba onto his side before grasping him tightly.
"What do you have in store for me today?" Mokuba asked meekly. He rubbed his ample buttcheeks against Rafael's stiffy.
"Sex in the shower?" Rafael suggested.
Mokuba sighed concerned.
"You know how long it takes my hair to dry," he said before suggesting, "We could drive to the park for a discreet quickie."
"You'd catch a cold in that weather", Rafael shook his head, "Beside we've just checked in and it's warm and cosy." He sat up. "There are some candles in the top drawer of the bedside table."
"Not wax play," Mokuba complained, "It took ages to comb out of my hair."
"69?" Rafael asked rubbing his proud erection nervously. He was getting edgy, the pressure between his legs painfully intensifying. And worst of all Mokuba was in one of his cheeky moods and wanted to be courted.

"We did that just yesterday morning," Mokuba replied in a rather childish tone of voice, "And you didn't like it much."
"Because you stopped sucking me off as soon as you had been served yourself, you selfish little bastard," Rafael growled, growing more and more impatient while pleasing himself.
"Anyway I want you to cream my ass," Mokuba whispered seductively. He rolled onto his stomach his hands squeezing the soft skin of his own buttocks, tugging at it and forcing it slowly and to Rafael's annoyance most pleasurably apart.
"What about the backwards turtle in the rain?" Mokuba suggested, "You always tell me about it but we've never tried that one."
"We can't do that," pushing the sweat soaked hair out of his face, "We'd need two hubcaps, a hose and lots of lube."

"Do you have any toys for me?" Mokuba wondered out loud. Rafael gave this some thought and looked over to the briefcase he'd flung onto the carpet.
"A penis harness," he replied after due consideration.
"You always buy them your own size, they never fit me," Mokuba almost cut him off, "You need to get one with rubber rings.
"And an anal speculum," Rafael went on, ignoring Mokuba's protest.
"That's for foreplay," Mokuba groaned, "and it's more fun for you than for me. I'm not getting turned on by you staring at my ass, I want you to stick something in."
Mokuba's voice had dropped to a wail.

"Well then..." Mokuba wheezed, thrusting his hips impatiently against the mattress.
"What?" shouted Rafael unnerved.
"Surprise me," Mokuba demanded.
"Oh, you'll be in for a surprise," Rafael's growled while grabbing Mokuba's head and forcing it towards his groin.

He shoved his twitching cock between Mokuba's soft lips before yanking at his hair to drive it in deeper. Mokuba tried to dislodge the dripping intruder and coughed violently but Rafael clasped his hands around his throat and squeezed until he felt his own cock through the thin skin stretching over it. Muffled gagging noises escaped Mokuba's abused throat as it was brutally penetrated.
Mokuba was about to scream and gripped Rafael's arm in fear when all of a sudden he got pushed away by his shoulders, his thorax now enjoyably free.

"That's...too far..." he heard Rafael mumbling as he attended irritated to his throbbing member "Either way I don't want you to be sick all over me."
"That was...surprising," Mokuba mumbled eventually.
They exchanged glances timidly at first before they both noticed the tension draining from the opposite's face.
Finally both of them couldn't help laughing out loud.

Rafael got to his feet slightly swaying. He fumbled with his erect manhood awkwardly before leaving for the luxurious living room with the small kitchen.
"You don't need to spike my drink with aphrodisiacs," Mokuba replied, "oddly enough I'm still rock hard even though you tried to suffocate me."
"Asphyxiation can be really stimulating when done properly," Rafael replied from the other room, "And I needn't use any artificial stimulants."
What followed were muffled thuds accompanied by short scraping sound just like knife cutting on a plastic surface.
Curious, Mokuba sat up.

"Cooking isn't foreplay," he teased and couldn't suppress a quiet giggle.
"I take you've never been to France then," Rafael replied his nearing footsteps indicating that he was returning to their love nest.
Mokuba stared at the neatly cut-up vegetable chunks.
"Chilli peppers?" Mokuba asked wonderingly.
"A natural aphrodisiac," Rafael replied as he sat down beside him one hand still clasping the chopping board.
"I don't like the taste," Mokuba said falling back into his petulant immature behaviour.
"Little boys should eat their vegetables," Rafael mocked him, "Now open up."

Rafael, oblivious to the fact that he'd touched a nerve by treating him like a child, barely tried to suppress a chuckle as Mokuba folded his arms in front of his chest and glowered at him. As he stuck out his tongue Rafael made sure that he placed a small chunk of chilli pepper on it.
Though the concept of getting hand fed by Rafael excited him, Mokuba swallowed the chunk before spitting. "It tastes gross, "he complained: "Aww and now my tongue is burning."
"Come on, open your mouth."
Mokuba's lips parted obediently and he stuck out his tongue to find another chilli pepper placed on it.

"And now: Try not to swallow it," Rafael instructed him as his cock followed the vegetable into the pulsing fleshy cavity.
Mokuba sucked Rafael's dick expertly his swollen tongue capping around the chilli pepper as it worked its way up and down Rafael's length.
"It's getting bigger," Mokuba remarked awe resonating in his excited teenage voice before he helped himself to some more peppers. The chunks rasped over Rafael's throbbing cock and Mokuba enjoyed the sweet hisses of his aroused partner. Pleasure and pain doubled in his vocal chords and produced the coarsest horniest and oestrus-inducing growl mankind had ever been forced to listen to. And with every breath drawn it intensified grew louder and more threatening.

Rafael was already close to coming into his mouth and the only thing from saving him from ejaculating early was the cool air clinging to his cock as he pulled it from Mokuba's mouth forcefully.
The saliva coating his manhood, now slowly cooling down, sent shivers down his spine.
He held out his hand. "Okay...now spit."
Mokuba looked back and forth between Rafael's fingers and his despite his arousal complacent face. Having decided on obeying he dislodged the chilli peppers as civilised as possible, one by one, before licking Rafael's hand tenderly. Rafael forced him onto his stomach, one hand pressed flat against his stomach before pulling him upwards and onto all fours. Mokuba glanced over his shoulder worriedly.

"No, no...no, don't...!"

Mokuba shut his eyes tightly and grabbed the sheets as he felt the bits of chilli pepper entering his anal cavity the way they had left his mouth, one by one.