After a long day at work, an endlessly tiresome day without any great achievements Rafael just couldn't wait to throw open the door to his flat and have that relaxing shower he'd dreamed of while running through the rain to catch a cab.
In this cold, dripping and most of all exhausted state of mind he definitely wasn't prepared to hear gasps and groans emerging from the other side of the front door.
He dropped his keys as he identified one of the voices as Mokuba's.
"Come on Alister, deeper."
"I'm not sure this is right..."
"Don't stop now drill it in deeper!"
"I though you wanted Rafael to do this…"
"He's going to be late. Again. I can't possibly wait that long. And we're already halfway through. Christ, Alister, go in all the way already! What's taking you so long?"
"I'm already in all the way, stop pushing me like that!"
"I can't feel a thing, it's still not deep enough. I need more thrust. Don't tell me you're not strong enough to… Ouch!"
"Okay, I'm definitely in, now I can feel it too."
Behind the door Mokuba spat.
"You're not careful enough. That really hurt. Anyway, you're this well built and can't bring up enough pressure? Well this just proves that you're not cut out to be top but Seto."
"Shut up," hissed Alister. He gave a stressed grunt before gasping, "I told you before: your brother's intimacies don't concern you."
"As long as he's the seme-part I'm not concerned," Mokuba replied cheekily.
"And I won't discuss that with you either," Alister snapped before adding, "It's so damn tight. I can't even slip a finger into it. But it needs to get bigger, right?"
"Let me try it," Mokuba offered his help, "There, I think that's better. Okay, are you ready? You're going to need a lot more thrust than before if we want to do that properly."
Mokuba took a deep breath. "Now… show me all you got…"
And now Rafael even heard the sound of his couch table being rhythmically dragged over the floor as the two groaned in ecstasy…
Hastily Rafael picked up his keys, unlocked the door and burst in, furious at the perverted scene to be displayed in front of him.
But he stopped in the door, embarrassment mixing with disbelieve.
"You're home early," Mokuba pointed out, gasping for air while stepping back from the pumpkin Alister was still clutching, "I didn't expect you back before eight."
Rafael took in the scene disbelievingly.
"Damn, I think I'm stuck," Alister growled before turning around. He couldn't help blushing and released his grip on the knife, "I hope my visit is not inconvenient…"
"No, fine, don't let me detain you, just… keep doing… whatever you've been doing," Rafael replied hastily before pushing past them. He flung his rain soaked coat over the back of the couch before heavily collapsing into the cushions.
Seconds later he lay flat on his back, hiding his face in his hands with a dissatisfied grunt.
"It's just that Mokuba asked me to help him with the carving and I thought you wouldn't mind…" Alister went on meekly before finally pulling out one of the several knifes he had wedged into the pumpkin.
"Rafael doesn't mind," Mokuba explained while concentrating on his pumpkin again, ignoring his lover on the couch while adding, "He's not one to get into a festive mood."
"Pumpkin carving is childish," Rafael replied wearily.
"Well, if you're not into childish things then you probably shouldn't shag children," Mokuba snapped. He stabbed the pumpkin vigorously.
"You're not a child, you're just a very stubborn teenage boy," Rafael pointed out while grabbing Mokuba's butt as soon as he came within reach an pulled him closer, "So you should do what every boy at your age does at Halloween: Get drunk, watch horror movies and eat junk food until you wish you had never been born. Or why do you think it is called 'the night of the living dead'?"
"I'm not twelve," Mokuba folded his arms in front of his chest while kneeling down beside the couch to meet Rafael at eye-level, "And didn't you tell me that you don't think I'm neither mature nor old enough to drink?"
"I also think you're too old to carve pumpkins but you never listen to me," Rafael snapped.
Mokuba nudged Rafael's arm violently before struggling to get to his feet again.
"Look, I'm sorry," Rafael apologized almost immediately, "I've had a very long day. I just want to get into the shower."
"No one's keeping you here," Mokuba retorted nonchalantly while adding some more scratches to the pumpkin's surface.
Rafael glanced at Alister who nodded towards Mokuba before leaving for the kitchen, giving the quarrelling couple the space it needed.
Rafael watched Mokuba thrusting the knife into the pumpkin before slowly arising and daring to move closer.
"Don't come near me, I'm still armed," Mokuba pointed the blade at Rafael before driving it back into the vegetable.
Rafael stepped behind Mokuba and wrapped his arms around him, treating the subsidingly boisterous teenager to a tight embrace and a close cuddle.
"You've had a hard day too?" Rafael asked caringly.
Mokuba nodded without offering a statement or explanation. Instead he leaned back his head until it was firmly pressed against Rafael's sternum.
They stayed like that, locked in the most tender embrace, for what felt like a wonderful infinity.
Rafael dragged Mokuba over to the sofa and laid down with his petite friend on top.
"Shower?" Mokuba asked while running his fingers over the back Rafael's hands.
"The sofa will do," Rafael assured him while pulling him closer, sealing those cute, quivering and pouting lips in a deep kiss.
Rafael tugged at Mokuba's shirt impatiently as his lover refused to let go off his lips, sucking at his tongue and lips visibly unimpressed by Rafael's frantic attempts at undressing him.
Finally Rafael managed to free his mouth from Mokuba's with a loud and clearly unerotic plopping sound.
Furiously he grabbed Mokuba's shirt and tossed and turned him around on the couch until Mokuba lay on the soft light leather cover, his hands strapped down with his own shirt above his head.
Rafael disposed of Mokuba's trousers quickly and most expertly as Mokuba writhed beneath him.
"Get that thing off me," Mokuba growled disgruntled, "I want to feel you."
"You'll feel me soon enough," Rafael replied, biting back a chuckle as Mokuba rolled his eyes, "I'm simply preventing your hands from getting in the way."
Mokuba sighed softly as he moved against the leather cover, his hips desperately jolting towards Rafael.
"You better hurry up," Mokuba grumbled, anxious to get laid, "It's not my fault if my ass feels cold when you're shagging me when you let me lying around without turning up the heating."
Rafael ran his fingers over Mokuba's soft backside before diving for cover between his legs.
"Half-hard," Rafael remarked after feeling around Mokuba's groin, "And already dripping."
Mokuba groaned quietly, his limbs jolting at Rafael's fingers playfully patrolling his tender skin. As he looked down he noticed Rafael fumbling with his own belt before his swollen cock, barely covered by his underwear, pop out from behind his zipper.
"Do you need some lube?" Mokuba asked before licking his lips expectantly, "Or do you want me to take care of that?"
"You dirty little runt," Rafael whispered, quietly chuckling into Mokuba's ear, "Well, if you insist…"
Since Rafael turned before shoving his cock down his throat Mokuba expected to get sucked off as well. But while he was already working his way hard up and down Rafael's length he only felt Rafael's fingers rubbing some lube on his member and letting it thrust into his hand.
Then there was just the slightest sensation of something pressing against Mokuba's tip before he felt a cold object entering his urethra.
Mokuba gasped, letting Rafael's cock slide out of his mouth as he bucked up.
"Shh, relax," Rafael tried to appease him, "It won't hurt, I promise."
Mokuba writhed beneath Rafael as he fought against the pressure of his lover kneeling on top of him, to get a look at what was going on further down.
"Just lie down and take deep breaths," Rafael advised Mokuba as he kept pushing the strange thing into Mokuba's body.
"It's the wrong hole," Mokuba added half-wittedly before sinking back into the cushion and massaging Rafael's firm length automatically, "It stings."
As a result of aforementioned remark Rafael put some more lube on Mokuba's stiffy as he plugged up his urethra with the elongate object.
"It's already dribbling out, you're slick enough," Rafael assured him.
Mokuba tried yet again to catch a glimpse of the mysterious thing Rafael slowly inserted into his body.
"It feels so…big," Mokuba whispered as he thrust into Rafael hand, the presumably metal object slipping in and out of his body.
"The urethral regions are laced with neurons, it's like a dense network down there," Rafael explained while half turning to face Mokuba, "flooding your nervous systems with electric impulses. Whatever you feel is much more intense than it actually is. You know, like sucking on a Popsicle."
"It's got a rather nice texture, too," Mokuba said. He pushed upwards to feel his cock devouring the object in question, "What is it?"
Rafael leaned to his right to let Mokuba catch a glimpse of his nether regions again.
"You drove a drill bit into my dick?" Mokuba exclaimed, nervously wriggling beneath Rafael.
"It was still lying around from your prior pumpkin carnage," Rafael explained, "Don't worry, I rubbed it clean. Though I guess the pumpkin juices wouldn't have been that bad for means of lubrication…"
Still, Mokuba didn't seem as relaxed as before as he winced at every movement of the thing inside of him.
"Hey, calm down," Rafael admonished him, "I don't want you to hurt yourself. As long as you stay calm everything's going to be alright."
Mokuba took a deep breath and gave Rafael a nod. Rafael proceeded to penetrate Mokuba's cock with the stimulatingly shaped drill bit.
"Feels like a rock drilling tool," Mokuba whispered before he gave a loud groan.
Rafael chuckled quietly; he forced his dripping cock back into Mokuba's mouth who suck at it greedily.
Mokuba began humping the air in anticipation as his nether region thrust against the improvised sex toy slowly drilling into him. He wanted to grab Rafael thighs and bore his fingers into his skin as he tried to restrain the urge of violating any available object; even if it meant using the pumpkin's hole at the top in an unusual manner…
"No, you're not coming first," Rafael said while tightening his grip around Mokuba's cock. A stifled groan escaped Mokuba's throat; as Rafael's fingers squeezed his delicate organ violently he gave a pitiful whine before growling impatiently.
"Will you ever learn to behave…?" Rafael spat while grinding his hips downwards. He forced his erect limb further into Mokuba's mouth and went deeper, titillating his throat.
Mokuba gulped violently as his throat tightened around Rafael's swollen cock.
He moved his head up and down obediently to let Rafael's manhood poke along his small entrance, only occasionally gasping.
Rafael's moans were feral and powerful, growing louder with every thrust and push. The beast inside him caught a glimpse of its freedom and spurred him on, enticing him to let the little boy choke on his dick, tempting him to chaff his flesh until it was raw and sore and letting him imagine what it felt like to violate a dying body, to enjoy its last death throes…
Mokuba closed his eyes as he felt the pressure upon his mouth intensifying; Rafael forced down his private parts against Mokuba, groaning and grunting with relief as he came deep into Mokuba's throat.
Mokuba swallowed several times while his lover retrieved his still twitching member and coughed.
And Rafael swore never to tell Mokuba of the darkest shadows inside him, bricked up behind the thick walls of his mind.
"Okay," Rafael announced almost breathlessly while shifting on top of Mokuba to face him, "Your turn now." To Mokuba's surprise and intense pleasure Rafael undid the knot in Mokuba's shirt which he'd used to tie his hands together.
Mokuba watched Rafael penetrating his urethra with the drill bit through half-closed eyes as the pleasure of having his tender cavity explored and stretched in such a stimulating way washed over him. He writhed excitedly beneath Rafael's touch, ran his fingers over his strong muscular chest as he twitched and jolted rhythmically beneath him.
Mokuba reminded himself that Alister was still in the kitchen but still he couldn't help moaning aloud and shamelessly as the tension in his nether regions was building up.
It felt as if his testicles were vibrating as he shot his load onto the sofa, the drill bit still partially clogging his urethra.
Mokuba wrapped his arms around Rafael as he sat up with his limbs still trembling and his member still discharging, leaving its marks all over Rafael's stomach.
While rubbing his forehead against Rafael's Mokuba climbed into Rafael's lap and cuddle up to him, enjoying the strong and warm arms tightly wrapped around him.
Rafael caressed Mokuba's shoulders fondly while taking a look at the pumpkin's pattern.
He almost recoiled at the first glimpse.
"You should be ashamed of yourself," Rafael mumbled while pushing Mokuba down from his body, "that's messed up."
"It's scary; it's Halloween; it think it fits," Mokuba explained while picking up the knife again.
"And Alister helped you carve a Seal of Orichalcos into a pumpkin?" Rafael asked appalled.
"He said…it's like some kind of therapy to him. You know. Creative trauma work or something like that."
"You're not going to put that outside," Rafael pointed out, "For God's sake, you're not even going to finish it." Hurriedly Rafael grabbed every knife he could reach.
Mokuba shrugged while folding his arms in front of his chest.
"Fine."
Then his face brightened up again.
"Can Alister take it with him? You know, to show it my big brother? I'm sure that thing's going to scare the pants off Seto…"
