Warning: Rape Roleplay ahead. Don't like - don't read!


Mokuba walked up to the receptionist. He hadn't yet decided on how to address her.
"I need a room... please…"
Her gaze must have risen at his voice; she handed him a form through the small opening in the acrylic glass in front of her before reaching for a key.
Then she stopped amid her busy-movements.

Mokuba was already feeling uncomfortable. Her hesitation only made it worse.
She's staring at me, Mokuba thought to himself,
No, it's definitely a woman behind that screen, with her hair tied into a tight chignon. And she is wondering whether she should call the police or the youth welfare office or something like that. I knew it was a bad idea! I shouldn't have agreed to something like this in the first place!
I need to phone Rafael and call the whole thing off…

"Can I have the key please?" Mokuba asked, close to giving in.
He almost felt her eyes resting upon him.
He grabbed the key as it got pushed over to him.
"First floor, to the right," a definitely young and female voice informed him.
"Thanks," Mokuba whispered while heading upstairs.
A quick glance at the keyring was sufficient to ascertain the correct door but Mokuba knocked before entering as a precaution.
He didn't want anything to disturb him. The whole thing was already disturbing enough…

Mokuba shut the door and inspected the Spartan room, home to an amply dimensioned bed and a small bedside table. He didn't feel curious enough to scan its contents.
At least the sheets were clean; sufficiently clean that is. And thought the place was run-down and grubby it looked rather neat. In a modest way.

If it wasn't for the distant thuds and taps and, occasionally, grunts he wouldn't have guessed that he was in a Love hotel.
Probably.

Mokuba sighed while sinking into the sheets.
Okay the ambience scent, originating from the oily substance in a glass with the little sticks in it, was disgusting. It smelled of various obtrusive perfumes and cheap vanilla.
And a hint of musk.
It was unnervingly dominant and bound to blanket every other smell in the room.
But it was nonetheless awful.

With his head propped up against one arm Mokuba treated the message he'd received from Rafael to a thoughtful glare. If only he knew what to make of it…

Rape play.

A roleplay involving a staged rape scene. Both Rafael and Mokuba had been fantasizing about this for some time. And knowing that their dream and darkest craving was about to be fulfilled Mokuba experienced the unhealthy mixture of excitement and a worrying stomach ache.
Rafael had staged the whole thing which was at least in his opinion crucial for their well being.

He had insisted on not living out their fantasies in his flat or in the safety of Mokuba's home. Though irritating it may seem (which was a good thing in Rafael's opinion because it would add to the air of discomfort of violation) it was a necessity: for whatever the outcome it would be left in the love hotel and not keep lingering in a familiar place weeks after their little game.

It was a game of pretend. Probably the most serious Mokuba would ever participate in. A game of dare or dare, of pushing your luck to its limits.
Mokuba knew that if he misjudged his own strength he could end up with Rafael actually raping him unintentionally.
No, he had to be honest with himself this time. He had to be absolutely sure of every step he took.

What would it feel like to Rafael not responding to his pleas? Would he wince if he asked him, begged him to stop? Would he desist from violating him if he cried?

Mokuba felt his stomach turning into a knot.
He had to be sure of what he was doing. He could still call it off and if he didn't he had to live with it for the rest of his life.

Mokuba rolled onto his side on the bed. He was being melodramatic again. For fuck's sake a lot of couples had done this before with no harm done. It was probably one of the most fundamental things lovers did.
Well, probably not.
Mokuba sighed and cursed under his breath. One thing he was sure of was that probably no couple had planned this as meticulously as Rafael had.

There was the note, for instance.
A character sheet.
After all this was a roleplay. Therefore Rafael had provided Mokuba with the basic information considering his character and the setting.

Okay, his role was that of an innocent teenage boy who had fallen into the clutches of his pervy stalker. He was supposed to act appalled by his actions, beg him for forgiveness and so on.

Mokuba skipped the first two paragraphs of his sheet. It was up to him what he did anyway.
And he had expected nothing less of Rafael but…

Mokuba's fingers had shaken when he'd read the page for the first time.
A kidnapping.
Why did it have to be a kidnapping? Why couldn't it have been a blind date or an unfortunate job-interview or something like that?

Mokuba hated the thought. He hated the thought of reliving those dreaded incidents, those terrible moments where everything he'd known had turned upside down and he'd been locked up, helpless and unprotected.
Being a victim of kidnappings Mokuba wasn't comfortable with acting what he'd endured first-hand.
He was mad at Rafael for not having considered that his teenage boyfriend who happened to be vice-president of a company with soaring stocks could have been involved in a kidnapping.
Well, it stands to reason doesn't it?
And it had happened more than once…
On the other hand Mokuba could have guessed that his big brother had hushed it all up.
Okay, most of all Mokuba was mad at himself for not calling Rafael the moment he had read his note.
But now he was too stubborn to back down.
Anyway, that whole thing wasn't going to be of importance, right?
This was just about loud sex and pretending to cry and being untouched etc.

The personal instructions, attached to the note on a small post it, had read as follows:

Don't wash

Wear something in which your dick looks sweet

Mokuba chuckled. He was torn between disgust and arousal.
That was Rafael, alright. Though Mokuba didn't share Rafael's obsession with nature (e.g. the scent of an unwashed teenage boy which would probably classify as toxic agent) his unconstraint was strangely enough reassuring.

Yes, Mokuba thought while treating the adjoining bathroom to a quick inquisitive glare, it would turn out all right. Rafael was Rafael after all. Even if he had created a character sheet for himself, which Mokuba had no doubt, Rafael had been studying for the past few days, he wouldn't manage to drop his having-sex related habits. And boy, there was a hell of a lot of them!

After relieving himself Mokuba put down the toilet lid and sat on it, staring at the shower in front of him with a strange fascination.
Why shouldn't he have a shower, after all? Okay, Rafael had asked him not to.
But wouldn't he smell like he always did? Surely he would. And Rafael had tried to make this as differentiated from their normal selves as possible. So... he wouldn't mind if he had a quick shower, right? And he could use the hotel's product sample shower cream and then he'd smell different which would even add to the experience of raping a stranger right?
Anyway, Mokuba was determined to have a quick wash as he stood up.
He was freezing and Rafael hadn't bothered to show up sooner. He could hardly blame Mokuba for disobeying, eh?

At which point, Mokuba noted panic stricken, everything turned black as his legs gave way without any warning.
He doubled over.

Mokuba tried blinking away the darkness, his limbs still stiff. He whimpered under his breath as he turned his head slowly. The fabric blocking his sight smelled of... plants? Something like that. Old and moist and mouldy... the smell of cellars where no one would hear his screams...

Mokuba shot up, his limbs still annoyingly unresponsive when he got pushed down onto the, yes the bed, he could still feel it, he was still there, that was definitely soft linen beneath him.
A relieved sigh escaped Mokuba's lips. Old habits are hard to drop... but old fears are worse.

Limb by limb he felt the warm blood flooding back through his body. The darkness in front of his eyes must have shook him to the core. Or he'd had a heart-attack.

A gloved hand crawled its way over his thigh. It moved with discomforting ease, as if it was patrolling the ground it now called its own.
Okay, Mokuba took a deep breath, I'm not dead, I didn't have a heart-attack, Rafael would have noticed, surely, I'm still in the hotel room with my lover or a pervert who's invaded my room while I wasn't looking.
But either way: let the game begin.

Mokuba breathed in. And screamed.

Fingers wriggled their way across the fabric hiding his face. As soon as they had found his mouth they forced his jaws apart and invaded his oral cavity, thus preventing him from further blood-curdling cries.
Mokuba felt the cloth clogging his mouth. Jute. He hated that taste. He'd gnawed through a bunch of jute sacks while he'd been captured by Pegasus. The worst torture of them all... Deprivation of sight. No, he corrected himself. Worse was deprivation of sight and hearing...

"Be a good boy and behave... shh, now... stop that... shh..."
Well, at least he wasn't acoustically disabled. Still, Mokuba was so irritated, so caught in the moment that he failed to recognize his lover's voice.
He was about to shriek "Rafael?" but stopped himself at the first syllable and cleared his throat as he discovered it to be unclogged.
He gave a frightened whimper. "Who... who are you?" He asked with all the childish ignorance he possessed.
He felt the weight above him shifting as his oppressor appeared to be leaning back.
Alright, Mokuba thought, he's not restraining me anymore. If this isn't Rafael he's going to experience the worst groin attack with a possible fracture of the pubic bone he'd ever had.

"If you promise to give me a kiss I'll take that thing off your head."
Okay, this was definitely Rafael's voice. Though Mokuba noticed the effort he underwent to sound different he was sure now.
He nodded and the sack was removed from his head.

Rafael smiled at him. But it wasn't the warm smile he'd learned to know. There was a strange glint in his eyes. He looked... different.
If Mokuba hadn't known that Rafael possessed a natural aversion to drugs he could have sworn that he was high as fuck right now.

God, did he really take the rape play this seriously?
Well, never mind...

"You're the cutest thing ever," Rafael mumbled. His eyes grazed upon Mokuba's trembling body. "What about that kiss? I'm sure your lips are sweeter than honey..."

Mokuba couldn't help rolling his eyes. Rafael kept a straight face while pinching Mokuba's haunch.
Mokuba retorted one of his Am-I-ruining-this-for-you? glares.
But he got the message and kept himself from smiling with mild bemusement.

"Well...?"

Mokuba writhed beneath Rafael's touch as Rafael leaned over him and forced his lips onto Mokuba's.
"Get off," Mokuba screeched before Rafael forced his tongue into his tight mouth, "No, don't...!"
Rafael sat up again. A shy but self-satisfied smile played over his lips.
"Your tongue is so..." Rafael smacked his lips awkwardly, "...so soft and moist. You're waiting to be taught more, I just...know..."

Rafael took off his trench coat before kneeling over Mokuba.
"I want to see more of you," he whispered, his voice filled with disgusting perversion.

Well, Mokuba was supposed to play an innocent little boy. But, Mokuba figured, that didn't mean that this boy was supposed to be stupid and just lie on his back while an old fart was preparing to molest him.
Rafael would acknowledge his effort of trying to escape him. It made the whole thing realer, he was sure of that.
Mokuba ducked under his hands, wriggled himself free, screamed and begged him to stop.
He didn't know whether Rafael enjoyed it; but he had to put up an effort to gain back control over his little boy.

Rafael's handkerchief soon functioned as a gag as he rolled Mokuba onto his stomach and stuffed it into his mouth to keep him from screaming. Then he disposed of Mokuba's trousers, a hand travelling over his inner thigh with wild anticipation.
"I couldn't ask you to take off your clothes for me," Rafael whispered, "here, let me help you."

Mokuba gave a muffled scream as he kicked at Rafael, making sure not to hurt him.
Well, on second thought, he should definitely try to hurt him. After all having an old hanky stuffed into your mouth while his lover was having all the fun was a more than good reason to spoil it for him.

"Keep quiet," Rafael hissed, pushing Mokuba's head down into the pillow. His hands ran nervously over Mokuba's tender skin as they patted down his haunches, tracing the cute and definite line of his iliac furrow. Mokuba screeched and screamed as Rafael fondled his privates timidly.
"I said be quiet," Rafael warned him while disposing of Mokuba's clothes until the thin and silky fabric of his underwear came to light.

Mokuba wore lavender panties, matching the colour of his eyes, with an unnecessary large amount of frills at the seams. It had almost looked too disgusting to be even worn under these circumstances but in the end Mokuba had bought it just for today.
It radiated innocence... virginity...
Clearly, he thought to himself, because no one would dare to touch anyone lacking enough taste to wear these.

Mokuba wept quietly while he was flipped onto his back, facing his oppressor with fake tear-filled eyes.

"I think you've calmed down now."
Almost tenderly Rafael withdrew his handkerchief from Mokuba's mouth, "It's time for you to get comfortable. We're going to have a good time."

Mokuba coughed. He pressed his hands against his crotch to shield it from Rafael's lecherous looks.
"Just... tell me who you are?" Mokuba asked. He stared at his thighs, his cramped fingers digging into his underwear, "What do you want... why do you want me?"

Rafael got comfortable at the foot of the bed while he watched Mokuba cowering before him. His little lover's shoulders shook with fear.
"You're just too cute," Rafael began as he drew nearer, extending a hand towards Mokuba, "I wanted to feel you... I needed to feel you for real... pictures are just not the same as your real flesh," here Rafael's hand sagged to nestle between Mokuba's thighs, "your warmth and the sweet smell of your untouched body."

I knew it, Mokuba thought to himself. He just can't stop his animalistic sense of smell.

Nonetheless Mokuba shoved Rafael's hand aside while generously ignoring the foregoing remark. "I don't even know you," Mokuba stated nervously, a fine tremor in his voice, "I... how come you... why did you...?"

"I had to take you with me," Rafael replied cheekily, almost proudly, "You needed to be with me. You're my boy, my cute little boy, my perfect little boy. I've been watching you for so long... I know everything about you... because I love you so much."

Mokuba actually winced at the touch of Rafael's hands. They were confined in exquisite dark red leather gloves. And the gloves were cold and unnaturally smooth. It didn't feel like an intimate touch at all – it felt like a purposeful planned examination. And now he was going for his loins again...

"Please, don't," Mokuba whispered while blocking Rafael's fingers by gripping his own tender flesh, "I don't want you to touch me there."

Rafael's hands stroked Mokuba's fingers playfully before detaching them from Mokuba's privates.
He's removing my hands like a grown-up retrieving something not belonging into children's hands from their grip, Mokuba caught himself thinking, gently yet determined.
Mokuba shook his head and pressed his legs together.

"Don't play shy now," Rafael tried to release some of the tension between his violater-self and Mokuba's victim-character by fondling Mokuba's cheeks tenderly, "I've seen you naked at least a dozen times before. When you were out, swimming with your friends or just visiting a public restroom... And it's just us two, no reason to be ashamed in front of man. And I know" here Rafael leaned closer before whispering into Mokuba's ear, "I've seen that you're very well endowed for your age."
Inwardly Mokuba shuddered. Rafael was playing the perverted part expertly and for his taste a bit too enthusiastically.

"When did you see me...?" Mokuba asked, his eyes widening with incomprehension, "I don't even know you?"

"Do you want me to give you a massage? You're so tense, you don't need to fret yourself. I'm here for you," Rafael emphasized his words by rubbing his gloved hands over Mokuba's trembling shoulders, "No need for you to get upset. I want you to feel good..."

"No please..." Mokuba pulled away, "Just who are you and how do you know me?"

Rafael smiled awkwardly. "That's pretty straight forward. I would have expected a softer approach from a well-bred boy such as you are," he stated and Mokuba had yet to decide whether that was an insult towards his performance.
"I'm... a friend," Rafael explained.
"I don't know you..." Mokuba repeated but was cut off by Rafael instantly, "Your parents... I know some of their friends... I...I've been around you for so long... I've seen you... watched you becoming the boy that you are...I..."

Rafael broke off, searching for words.
"I'm... something like a secret protector. I watch over you. Your every step. Where ever you go I'll be following you. I stay close to you."

Mokuba whimpered quietly. Rafael had pulled his legs apart and his knees were beginning to hurt.
"You... were you following me?" Mokuba asked, sounding as if he was about to burst into tears, "Why would you do that? I'm not special. Please, I don't you..."
"All in good time," Rafael assured him.
"Are you my stalker or something like that?" Mokuba wondered out loud while inching his way backwards until Rafael's strong hands gripped him.
"I'm your protector," Rafael repeated sternly.

Mokuba bit down on his lower lip. His hips jolting involuntarily he tried to escape Rafael's firm grip as he drew nearer.
Rafael grabbed his hands and pulled them to one side before his free hand reached down towards Mokuba's genitals.
"Are you..." Rafael hesitated while his hands patrolled the bulging bump in Mokuba's underwear.
"Do you like this?" Rafael asked cheekily. One finger rubbed anxiously against Mokuba's panty, tracing the small wet spot Mokuba's treacherous cock had produced as the stain slowly grew bigger and darker.

Mokuba shook his head. He whimpered as Rafael stroked his twitching flesh through the thin fabric of his undergarments.
"You do like to be touched there," Rafael pointed out, correcting Mokuba's earlier remarks.
Mokuba shook his head. He closed his eyes and whimpered quietly.

Something warm and soft settled on Mokuba's stained underwear.
Mokuba looked up to find Rafael's tongue drawing circles around the wet spot, licking Mokuba's cock through his underwear.

Mokuba savoured the feeling of Rafael sucking on his privates; it was a specialty Mokuba was only treated to on rare occasions. And it was almost impossible to imagine this blissful sensation to be intrusive and degrading.
But Mokuba sure gave it a try as he writhed beneath Rafael's touch to free himself of the unwanted touching, accompanied by loud screams and pleas to spare him.

Rafael, on the other hand, played it cool and continued his forceful oral contact unabashed without even taking a glance at Mokuba while he begged for mercy.
Whether he would use violence at all to conquer his body was something Mokuba was itching to find out.
Therefore he raised his voice, screeched and screamed for help, while drumming his fists against Rafael's shoulders.
It was weird, he had to admit, having Rafael not responding to his apparent reluctance. He couldn't help wondering whether it would be worse to have your partner violently beating you into a pulp while raping you or simply depriving you of even the smallest spark of self-esteem by proceeding against your will, treating your aversion as a negligible hindrance.

God, it felt so good knowing that Rafael would stop whenever Mokuba said their safe word. Mokuba sensed the icy bitterness of his aforegoing thoughts clinging to his body. He couldn't help feeling ashamed because of them, knowing that this was so wrong and messed up. But right now, here and now thinking about the humiliation and the pain was adding fuel to the fire of lust.
In the safety of these four walls he could create every scenario, every moment he wanted. Here he could be abused and punished without having to deal with the consequences.
And now he felt he knew why Seto kept refining his virtual reality experiments. Because nothing felt as good as pushing yourself to the point where you could lose control.
And the struggle to stay on top of it was the real delight...

Rafael had managed to drive Mokuba's cock up, causing it to pop out at the top of his underwear. He felt it with nimble fingers, stroking it between kisses before daring to take his full length into his mouth.
Mokuba alternated between sobs and groans as he had a hard time bridling his lust.
But their game was not over yet. It would have been too easy if that old guy could have the shy boy just because of a quick blow job. No, Mokuba's primary target was not to be manipulated this easily.

As Rafael's tongue slid its way towards Mokuba's glans Mokuba flinched. Determined not to succumb he kicked Rafael's chest while rolling onto his stomach. Rafael's hands shot upwards and clenched around Mokuba's ankles as Mokuba flailed, desperate to escape from Rafael's reach.
Mokuba curled into a ball, weeping and wailing dreadfully. As Rafael tried to flip him once again onto his back he slapped Rafael across the face.

Rafael had flinched.
For a split second he'd doubted... but now he was back in his role, lunging out at Mokuba.
He rammed the tender body into the mattress, crushing it underneath his muscular limbs. Despite Mokuba's sobbing he felt his cock demanding the attention and benefits it was entitled to as it swelled to its normal size, tightening his trousers unpleasantly.
Rafael pulled down his trousers before trapping Mokuba's ass between his thighs and ramming his crotch against the tender rear end underneath him.
Mokuba let out a gut-wrenching scream. He ducked beneath Rafael, urging him to stop.

Rafael was completely silent while continuing to dry-hump Mokuba's reddening butt cheeks, which definitely added to the disturbing flair since Rafael's moans and grunts were usually what kept Mokuba going.

Mokuba didn't even dare to push upwards in fear of spurring Rafael further on. Instead he sobbed and yelled into the cushion, only breaking off when he discovered that the cover was moist; he had genuinely cried on them, genuine tears were streaming down his cheeks.
Surprised at his commitment Mokuba grew louder while his calls and wails grew more hopeless.

Rafael's fingers bore into Mokuba's body, eliciting a howl from him. Rafael's sat up, feeling around in Mokuba's insides before retrieving his fingers, using them to moisturize his throbbing cock.

Only moments later Mokuba felt Rafael's member boring into him and, imagining that this was his first and most of all unwanted time, he gave a distressed yelp before crying out loud.

"Please stop..." Mokuba's voice dropped to a whimper almost instantly after the forceful intrusion, "It hurts... pull it out, please... it hurts... God, it hurts so much..."
Mokuba's hips were seized by Rafael's hands, guiding their thrust and flexion as Rafael mounted Mokuba wordlessly, seemingly unfazed by his lover's pleas.

"Please... no...no!" Mokuba shook his head while burying his face in the pillow, the wet spots of the cover sticking to his skin, "God, no!"
He raked his nails over the bed linen and scratched at the mattress in frustration.
Rafael placed a hand on top of Mokuba's and patted it discreetly.
"Come now, pull yourself together... be a good boy," Rafael whispered into Mokuba's ear but received hurt sobs in return.
Eventually he fell silent again, their room now completely quiet except for the periodical squeaking of the well-sprung bed.

Even Mokuba's sobs had faded as he was now lying motionless, offering no more resistance.

Rafael ploughed Mokuba's hole mercilessly, violently grinding against his ass. Mokuba clenched his wet cavity around Rafael's cock, thereby experiencing a more intense penetration.
He felt the movement of his body, his limbs getting pushed into the mattress, dragged over it, shoved, pinched and pulled around without him needing to move a muscle.
Rafael's cock pulsated inside of him while he grunted and ground against Mokuba's ass.
It was a new sensation: Rafael was one to rely unnecessarily enthusiastically on thrusting in and out, retrieving his dripping cock before ramming it back all the way in.
Now, with his cock buried in Mokuba's ass and only inching its way back and forth it felt a lot closer. It was not really comfortable for Mokuba. But somehow it felt far more intimate.

Rafael grunted into Mokuba's ear, their sweat mixing as he pressed his dripping chin down on Mokuba's shoulder. He nibbled on his lover's neck, licked the salty sweat off his throat and kissed his burning cheeks as if he'd lost his senses.

Mokuba felt him pulling out in time, heard Rafael gasping for air awkwardly while manipulating his slick member, before letting out a long groan. Still pressed against his rear end Mokuba felt Rafael's cock discharging onto his skin. He felt every droplet of its precious juice, felt the vibration of his flesh as it slowly retreated, still dripping and hot.

With a short flexing of his elbow Mokuba nudged Rafael's ribs painfully, indicating that it was time for him to get off.
Rafael rolled onto his side and wiped his member on the duvet, a habit that gave Mokuba fits. He stroked Mokuba's shoulders before flipping Mokuba back onto his back.

Mokuba panted, tugging at the strands of hair plastered to his skin.

Out of the corner of his eyes Mokuba saw the uncertain smile Rafael wore as he caressed his shoulders.
Mokuba sighed as he tried to get comfortable on the bed.
He needed the right words to break the ice and get rid of the awkward silence.

"Did you know that I first got abducted around ten?"

Beside him Rafael sat up and frowned. His smile had vanished.

Okay, scratch that last thought. The awkward silence would probably have been better.

Rafael's jaw quivered as he mouthed replies, words of apology and misunderstanding.
He got up, naked to sit down opposite to Mokuba on the bed. Their gazes were frozen, their eyes glued together.
Eventually Rafael found what he suspected was the only sensible thing to reply now:

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Mokuba shrugged. He tried playing it down, indicating that it was no big deal but Rafael's eyes bore right through him, knowingly.
After giving his own answer some thought, something Mokuba rarely did, he settled for:
"The subject never came up."

"Up until the point where you've received my sheet this might have been correct," Rafael snapped almost instantly.
Rafael sighed while cuddling up to Mokuba. "You should have told me."

Mokuba shrugged. He snuggled up to Rafael and tried to get comfortable in his tense arms.
He knew this wasn't over yet.

After minutes of silence which felt like hours Rafael dared to speak up again: "Did you even consider in what danger you've put both of us? I could have re-enacted some of the most traumatic moments of your life and I wouldn't even have known...!"
"But you didn't," Mokuba pointed out.
"But that's not the point", Rafael snapped, "It doesn't matter..."
"Since I've not been traumatized by your actions I can assure you that it does matter," Mokuba replied and gave a little dissatisfied grunt, "Rafael, you worry too much. Relax. Your strained shoulders are not very comfortable to rest on."
Rafael gave a long and strained sigh. Never before had Mokuba been shot such a disdainful look. Or it just hurt so much more when it came from your lover.

"Love is about trust," Rafael began and Mokuba rolled his eyes as he knew what lecture would await him.
"No, love is about equality," Mokuba disagreed.
"Sex is about trust," Rafael specified his phrase, "And not about supremacy and control."
"Not all about control and supremacy," Mokuba clarified.
"I have to be able to rely on your words," Rafael ignored Mokuba's interruption, "Especially if we're engaging in something as relationship threatening as rape play."

"I told you I was okay with that," Mokuba pointed out. He folded his arms in front of his chest, "And if it's about trust then you don't have to be angry with me."

Rafael harrumphed for lack of a sharp reply.

"So," Mokuba tried to change the subject while snuggling up to Rafael again, "How was I?"
Rafael cocked an eyebrow at him. "Are you seriously asking me whether I enjoyed seeing you as a rape victim?" he asked.
"I need feedback," Mokuba said before adding with a chuckle, "So next time it can be an authentic experience."
Despite his irritation Rafael laughed. "There's going to be no second time," he stated levelly.

Mokuba was a bit disappointed to see Rafael putting on his clothes this quickly.

"Do we have to leave now?" Mokuba asked as Rafael handed him his trousers, "I booked the room for two hours."
"Yes and I suppose you were so nervous while filling out the form that you signed with your real name," Rafael stated. Mokuba stared back at him dumbstruck.
"Fuck!" Mokuba jumped to his feet while wriggling back into his clothes, "I'm... no, I didn't... God, I can't remember a thing!"

"It's not your fault," Rafael replied, sound almost soothingly while retrieving Mokuba's shirt from under the bed.

Rafael had no trouble explaining to the slightly baffled receptionist that he'd just retrieved his son to keep him from engage in pre-marital intercourse with a lewd girl from school.
Asking politely for the form revealed that Mokuba had not only lied about his age but put down '木馬' (see end of the chapter for more info).

Mokuba was awkwardly escorted outside before Rafael tugged him into his car.
"You're not very smart," Rafael pointed out eventually, "Alright. Smart enough not to put down your real name but uncreative nonetheless."
"I knew I hadn't put down my name," Mokuba replied, "Otherwise you wouldn't have had a chance to shag me before Seto would have received an anonymous call."

He chuckled while getting comfortable in the passenger seat. The car smelled of Rafael and right now that was all he needed to feel peaceful and safe.


木 (tree, wood) 馬 (horse) translates as wooden horse or rocking horse (木馬)
pronounced [もくば], translated pronunciation Mokuba.
(I think it's some kind of joke that Seto is only referred to as Kaiba which means Seahorse and Mokuba translates as rocking Horse or wooden horse)
It always struck me as odd that Mokuba is written in katakana.

So much for the nerd-talk. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Next one will be funnier.