Author's Note: Remember when I said I'd manage to update before Easter? Well, only for those who happen to be celebrating the Eastern Orthodox Church's Easter which is tomorrow my words came true. (Happy Easter by the way)
I'm very sorry for taking so long, I can't promise the next update will be quicker but I wanted to thank all my readers and send an especially big one to those who leave comments, you all know who you are, don't you? Every single one of you who surprises and honours me with their comment!

(Nevertheless I'd like to thank every reader, including those who are too embarrassed by the story's rating/tags/description/content to comment on it.)
I'm not giving up on this assemblage of smut and romance and write on it whenever I find the time.
It's wonderful to know that I can entertain people with those silly ideas I harbour.


The squeak of the handle indicated the opening of the front door.
In Mokuba's view Rafael should have taken care of the squeaking weeks ago. It was a nuisance. Mainly because it kept Mokuba from entering or leaving unnoticed.
And, mostly, because it indicated bad housekeeping. And it was Rafael's responsibility to look after his own flat, definitely not his little teenage boyfriend's who didn't know anything about it.

Seto Kaiba employed several housekeepers and servants to look after things.
Therefore he had never felt inclined to find out how a vacuum cleaner works let alone a washing machine. Besides, Mokuba knew he lacked the natural affection for DIY in general.
And there was nothing wrong with letting someone else do something for you, wasn't it?
Either way, he wasn't Rafael's stay-at-home wife/housewife...

"Honey, I'm home!" Rafael announced. He closed the door and, by the sound of it, disposed of his jacket. Hopefully it was only his jacket!

Mokuba rolled his eyes and turned another page.
"Who cares?" he shouted back.

So much for not feeling like a housewife.
But like hell was he going to come running to his side to greet him...

Out of the corner of his eyes Mokuba saw Rafael peeking into the bedroom before entering.

"Sod off, I'm busy," Mokuba explained without bothering to look up.
He was lying on his stomach on Rafael's bed, three books under his chin to keep his head up so he could read the heavy book propped up against a pillow.

Rafael drew nearer. He ruffled Mokuba's hair tenderly and traced the thin spinal line bulging on his back down to the point where it was concealed by his trousers.

Mokuba growled, annoyed by the tingling sensation Rafael's touch left on his skin. Looking over his shoulder he whispered in a fake soft and effeminate voice:

"Being a slave what should I do but tend upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend nor services to do, till you require."

"William Shakespeare, sonnet 57," Rafael stated nonchalantly. He sat down on the bed next to Mokuba, the mattress shifting abruptly under his weight. "I thought you were studying biology and not drama."

"Shakespeare is general knowledge," Mokuba replied and turned a page, "And yes I am studying so stop bothering me. As you can see I haven't waited for you to come home and tup me so I'll ask you one more time to piss off!"

As expected the last remark was wasted on Rafael who didn't bother to feel in the least way insulted. Instead Rafael peered over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of the text book Mokuba was so evidently engrossed in. His fingers ran over his back tantalizingly before they settled on Mokuba's shoulder blades.

"This doesn't look comfortable," Rafael whispered soothingly. He tended to Mokuba's tense shoulders, massaging them gently.
"Really?!" Mokuba snapped, his voice laced with sarcasm, but Rafael tactfully overheard his comment and went on:

"You'll get strained and wound up if you don't take a break from now and then. You need something to...relax..."

Rafael's fingers crawled towards his neck, fondling the tender and bare skin but Mokuba escaped from under his seducing hands.

"I need to study right now," Mokuba pointed out quite bluntly, no longer bothering to hide his annoyance caused by his lover's presence.

"You could have studied while I was away," Rafael replied. His hands nestled between his shoulder blades, brushing over the tense muscles tenderly.

"I did," Mokuba protested, adding a bit meeker, "Just not as much as I had expected."

"You slept until noon, didn't you?" Rafael whispered softly. Mokuba rolled onto his side, grabbing the book and positioning it before his face that he would no longer have to see his lover.

"There's no sense in getting up earlier, I can sleep as long as I want and most of all it's none of your business," Mokuba grumbled from somewhere behind his text book.

As Rafael leaned closer as to catch a glimpse of Mokuba sulking aforementioned books was rammed against his chest.
"One foot and three inches is close enough," Mokuba warned him.
Rafael chuckled.
"Usually you're begging for every inch," he remarked smugly.
A square look from Mokuba was all he received in return.
Engrossed in his literature which became once again the centre of his attention Mokuba kept ignoring Rafael, secretly hoping that he'd vanish into thin air.

Or just had a shower like he always did after getting home from work and taking matters into his own hand…
Mokuba growled and cursed himself for picturing Rafael masturbating in his mind. It was hard enough to concentrate on these boring facts without popping a boner.

"It's strange, isn't it?" Rafael thought out loud and chuckled as out of the corner of his eyes he saw Mokuba rolling his eyes.
"The human species has evolved over thousands of years and yet we still rely on active mate guarding instead of more enhanced methods."
"What's more enhanced than locking your sex partner in your flat so he can't escape the impending doom of his mate's libido?" Mokuba asked bitter-sweetly.
"You're allowed to leave my home and return here any time you want," Rafael insisted.

"No, I'm not. You expect me to be in your flat when you're coming home from work," Mokuba said.
"So?" Rafael shot him a long fake-puzzled stare as though he was still missing Mokuba's point.
"You damn well know what I'm talking about!" roared Mokuba.

"Well, it's not my fault you lost your key to the flat," Rafael replied, "And as long as you stay here I don't need to give you a new key for the changed locks which, I may add, I thereby endanger of going missing again. As I said: you don't have to stay here. You just risk standing outside in the cold on a rainy day when you have to wait for my arrival, getting soaked to the skin. And since I prefer you healthy and without any nasty cough I suggest you stay here."

Mokuba shot him a death glare.
"You said I'm free to leave," Mokuba persisted.

"No, I said you were allowed to leave. I, of course, would keep you from leaving," Rafael corrected. He shifted around Mokuba before cuddling up to him, hugging him longingly to his chest: "Like I said: active mate guarding."

"I think that's weird coming from someone whose Duel Monsters deck consisted of Guardian type monsters only. The mate guarding thing. Don't you think that's weird?" Mokuba pointed out, frantically trying to ward off his sex-crazed lover.
Beside him Rafael shrugged.

"I mean, it's kind of…" Mokuba pressed on, not having lost all hope he might manage to bore off Rafael, "It's a sexualisation of child hood memories. It contemplates protection and security as something purchasable, something you have to pay for. In your case it would suggest I'd have to offer sex in return for security. You, on the other hand, would be my guardian who protects me in exchange for sexual gratification."

"It's not your security which is at stake," Rafael explained and sat up again.
Good. He's moved away a bit, Mokuba thought. I might even get him to leave me alone for a bit if I really piss him off now…

"Active mate guarding is practised to ensure the survival of your own genes and exclude any competitor from successful reproduction," Rafael explained, "Instead of receiving protection the chosen guarded mate is controlled and monitored as it's potentially willing to copulate with other competitors and thereby slimming the guardian's chances of procreating his offspring."

"I'm very sorry that I have to disappoint you," Mokuba interjected Rafael's lecture, "but either way your chances of a successful reproduction when you're creaming my ass – nothing doing."

"I'm not guarding you," Rafael replied. He reached for Mokuba's thighs, his fingers brushing over them tantalizingly. "And if I wanted to keep you from cheating on me…"

"I'm not cheating on you," Mokuba snapped, "God, I can barely handle you and your excessive libido."

"Supposedly you wanted to cheat on me," Rafael rephrased, "I'd need to resort to graver methods."

"Like keeping me on a leash instead of just locking me up in your apartment? Possibly even sealing off all the windows?" Mokuba suggested, only half listening to what both he and Rafael were saying.

"A leash will only hold you back if you want it to tether you," Rafael replied. He appeared to be reflecting on something before dismissing the intrusive thought.
Mokuba mistook his thoughtfulness for disinterest.

After skimming over a paragraph Mokuba sighed as he felt Rafael cuddling up again.
"You're clingy," Mokuba growled under his breath.
"You could also call it courting," Rafael nuzzled Mokuba's neck, who was twitching beneath his touch.

"I don't want to be courted, look, I just want to finish this book," Mokuba said, inching his way on the bed away from Rafael.

Slowly Mokuba's reluctance began to arouse suspicion. Mokuba, aware of the square look he was shot, added hastily: "I still need to study a lot for my research paper. I'm not even halfway through that book."

"Because...?" Rafael encouraged Mokuba to give a further explanation but Mokuba refused to grant him further insight on this matter.

"You've wasted away the evening playing with yourself, haven't you?" Rafael demanded to know.

Mokuba's lips shrunk to a thin line as he looked, pokerfaced, over his own shoulder to catch a glimpse of Rafael's expression.
"No comment."

"I knew you've been touching yourself to the full extent since you weren't drooling all over me or trying to dry hump me before I could have entered my flat," Rafael explained further.

"No comment," Mokuba stuck to the reply which had been drummed into his brain for the case he was met with a possible harmful accusation.

Rafael sat up. "Have you been testing my new prototype in secret?" he demanded to know, "Did you try out the 'Pulse shock 200'?"

"No comment."

"Did you like it?"

Mokuba opened his mouth to criticise the vibrator's flexion and that the voltage regulator switched to full power too easily which had almost given him a heart attack.
But he thought better of it and relied on not commenting on this matter.

"You know that's one of those things that really annoy me," Rafael said but Mokuba knew that it wasn't meant as an accusation. He really enjoyed that about Rafael.
He never sounded reproachful. Just confused.

"Why didn't you tell me right away that you've had enough sexual stimulation today already?" Rafael asked.

"I didn't want you to know about it," Mokuba tried justifying his actions while evading his partner's gaze by hiding his face behind his book.

"Why?" Rafael asked and meant it.

Oh, he looked so cute when he was irritated like that...

"Because," Mokuba considered biting off his tongue instead of replying but settled for whispering through gritted teeth out of annoyance about his own stupidity and openness, "I don't want you to be mad at me."

"Mad about what?" Rafael asked, still missing his point, "For touching yourself instead of letting me take care of it?"

Mokuba shrugged. He felt Rafael staring at his neck.
"Why should it bother me?" Rafael asked and sat down beside Mokuba again, "It's your loss if you're not getting a hard-on when I'm playing with you after I get home, not mine."

Mokuba felt his cheeks reddening and hated himself for it. But he blamed his discomfort on Rafael which made him feel a bit more confident.
"There are just some things you shouldn't talk about," Mokuba tried to explain it and caught a glimpse of the lost stare Rafael shot him. He went on to clarify: "I mean... you can talk about it... about everything... but you should at least feel guilty about it... or ashamed... it's just... socially acceptable..."
Here he broke off as he found himself at a loss which made him feel even more unsure of how to explain something as common and simple as expectations of society and etiquette to Rafael.

Mokuba waved his hands vaguely as he thumbed through his book, visibly annoyed.
"That's just the way people are," he summarized his pathetically terminated ethical outburst.

"Makes you glad you're not a dunnock I guess," Rafael said, trying to cuddle up to Mokuba again.
Mokuba treated him to a long stare.
"It's a perching bird," Rafael explained and ruffled Mokuba's hair.

"They don't like to tell their partner about their masturbatory experiences either but are forced to openly talk about it because it is part of their etiquette?" Mokuba mockingly hazarded a guess.

"The male pecks into its partner's genitalia to trigger the ejection of any possible sperm inside its body. It won't mate with its partner before it has proof of its unfaithfulness."

Mokuba raised his eyebrows at him.

"Sounds rather painful," Mokuba babbled without thinking.
Rafael shrugged.

"You keep bringing up those animalistic mating rituals again," Mokuba cleared his throat while trying not to imagine what it would feel like to have his anal cavity painfully inspected as in aforementioned method to ensure reproductive success.
"Well, you're the one getting aroused by them," Rafael pointed out and grabbed Mokuba's crotch, "And you should be thankful for all those naked scientific facts I'm spoon-feeding you. If you happen to write a thesis on a biological subject it's got to be something kinky."

Mokuba stuck out his tongue and rolled onto his back. He shielded Rafael's face from his eyes by moving the book in his hands around as his lover crawled on top of him.
The pressure building in his trousers was barely endurable and Mokuba hissed through gritted teeth as Rafael unzipped his lover's pants to let him pop a boner.

"But I suppose there are better ways to ensure monogamy than the dunnock's way," Rafael whispered into Mokuba's ear and somehow managed to spur on his lover's lust with those unromantic words.

Biting his tongue Mokuba tried sticking to reading his book and ignoring his aggravating erection. But finally he couldn't resist asking:
"And what would you prefer?"

"A mating plug."

Mokuba stared at him longingly, longing for more of those 'facts'.
Oh for fuck's sake he'd thought he'd had enough this afternoon but he was still horny, Goddamnit, he was horny again.

"Sounds kinky," Mokuba whisper between deep breaths as Rafael attended to the pulsing flesh between his thighs, in an attempt to draw further information from him.

"It's a specific kind of secretion which is ejected into the partner's orifice after insemination," Rafael explained, "Sealing it off and thereby hindering other potential mating partners from copulation."

"And that secretion..." Mokuba broke off and closed his eyes as he felt Rafael's lips closing around his throbbing manhood.

"A glutinous substance which soon hardens inside the partner's genitals," Rafael let Mokuba's cock slip from his lips with a rather unerotic smacking sound.

"So it's like a real inserted plug," Mokuba concluded, "And it remains there how...?"
His words were swallowed by a deep howl as Rafael continued to suck him off.

"Usually until the legitimate partner wants to mate again," Rafael said and lifted his head to give Mokuba a chance to take deep breaths and not instantly cream his pants.

"But until then it's plugging up the opening, keeping the poor animal from both having sex and pleasing itself," Mokuba wheezed.
Rafael chuckled. His tongue circling around his shaft he worked his way towards Mokuba's tip, stopping time and time again to kiss the tender and pulsing flesh.

"It's kind of like a chastity belt," Mokuba went on babbling as his horniness clogged up his brain, "A torture instrument to keep the partner from having a bit on the side. Something that ensures complete control over his sex drive and orgasms."

"That's something your company should sell," Mokuba couldn't help grinning viciously, "A mating plug. Don't you think that should be put on the market?"

"I'll add it to the list of weird ideas you've given me," Rafael ensured him. He licked the tip of Mokuba's cock eagerly. "But I suppose it's something I can suggest at the next board meeting."

Mokuba sank deeper into the cushions as the blood pulsed vigorously through his nether regions, as he felt his lust increasing at every thump of his heart.
God, Rafael was so great at giving head. He should definitely have this more often...

"I never knew nature was so pervy," Mokuba said in between gasping for air and moaning softly.

"It's not just kinky, it's downright disgusting," Rafael replied.

Mokuba's eyes lit up as he lifted his head a bit to establish eye contact with Rafael.
The consuming fire of perversion burned deep inside his eye sockets.

"Like what?" he asked, sounding almost pleadingly.

"I don't suppose you know what traumatic insemination means," Rafael
Mokuba shook his head impatiently but already groaned with lust in anticipation.

"It means the partner's genitals bore into the partner's body, any part but the genital tract," Rafael enlightened him.
"They may be terrible little buggers if you have to put up with them yourself but bed bugs show the most extraordinary adaption to evolutionary problems, that is to say: the non-existence of a genital tract for mating in female bugs. Therefore the male bed bug has to impale the female, or any male unlucky enough to being taken for female, with its spine covered penis-like organ, shattering its partner's exoskeleton and releasing its sperm into its body via the wound. Needless to say, this type of mating is only advantageous to the male bed bug, since its chances to ejaculate into the female's ovaries are comparably higher, as the female risks infections and is likely to die after being repeatedly traumatically inseminated. Most cases of interspecies traumatic inseminations result in a fast but painful death anyway."

Defying his urge to space out and dry hump Rafael, Mokuba had managed to listen intently.
Even though he knew that the more Rafael talked the less he was likely to finish him off.
But right now it felt so good to just listen and let his imagination run wild…

"An aedeagus, or an insect's 'penis' if you prefer to picture it like this in your head," Rafael chuckled as he glanced at Mokuba before spiting at Mokuba's cock, smoothing his twitching skin, "Can not only be used to anchor the male's position during copulation. It can also eject nutritious secretions, feeding its partner during copulation to sustain both its and their offspring's wellbeing."
"It's just my guess but I think they need to compensate for their painful copulation. After all the forced intrusion with a spine layered object will make the female think twice before mating again and enduring this terrible torture… But not only insects have spiky genitals to attach themselves to their mate. I used to watch…"

And there Rafael broke off, visibly fighting against being absorbed in his own world while trying to find the right words, any words to express it

"…in my youth I watched many a ricefish chasing its comrade, zig zagging through the water, always tailing its picked partner and staying close to it. Then the pursuer would dash forward and force its anal fin against its partner's. Then they'd remain like this for some time, as if firmly attached to one another, until the harried partner could break free again. As I fished the escaping ricefish out of the water I saw that it was bleeding as the male had punctured its genitalia to ensure a successful ejaculation."

Mokuba had listened with half closed eyes but found himself involuntarily staring at Rafael.
His mind, overdosed on thorny cocks and powerful penetrations, was now fuzzy, dark and cosy and was home to such mindless thoughts as he now verbalized:
"That gives a totally new meaning to 'hook up'."

Rafael lowered his head, tracing with his tongue the pulsing pink flesh at the tip of Mokuba's cock. He ignored Mokuba's air-brained babbling and worked his way up and down Mokuba's length, letting it bore deep into his throat and penetrate his soft duct.
The sweet touch of Rafael snaky tongue, as it entwined around its desires object and encircled it restlessly, sent shivers down Mokuba's spine. He felt his pulse throbbing in his swollen cock as every beat of his heart increased the pressure in his nether regions.

Through half closed lids Mokuba caught a glimpse of Rafael squatting between his spread legs, his head bobbing oddly up and down as he treated him to such unearthly pleasures.
With one hand Rafael had reached down to take care of his own erection, impatiently pressing against the fabric of its enclosure. His cock slid out, already wet and pulsating rhythmically, and was grasped by his own strong hand. He picked up his own pace, stroking his manhood slowly and most pleasurably and tried balancing both his own and Mokuba's arousal.

Rafael's grunts were stifled by the twitching cock in his throat. He snorted, barely noticed by Mokuba and swallowed around his firm manhood, stimulating the oversensitive organ by increasing the pressure on it.
Mokuba's cock was retrieved from his thorax and forced out of Rafael's mouth as Rafael gasped for air, ignoring his friend's dissatisfied moans and pleas as he desperately tried to repress his impending orgasm.

Mokuba lifted his head to gaze into Rafael's eyes. Sweat was dripping from his lover's forehead and trickled down his temples as he gave his rock-hard flesh the fast and releasing strokes it demanded. Feeling his cum shooting onto his thighs Mokuba looked down and stared mesmerized at Rafael's discharging cock.

Mokuba reached for Rafael's head to let his fingers comb through his lover's greasy hair. He leaned forward, pulled his lover closer and tilted his pelvis upwards to let his stiffy brush against Rafael's hot skin.
Rafael swooped down on the cock presenting itself invitingly before him.
Without further warning he sucked and kissed and bit licked his way around Mokuba's proud manhood until it would reward him with its sticky love juice.

Mokuba screamed and groaned lustily to be only moments later appalled by it, feeling even shame embarrassment rising in his chest for losing control so easily.
But Rafael had never failed to humiliate him. To tease the most intimate secrets out of him.
To ensnare him, seduce him into surrendering himself, his fragile body and mind and his lust, to entrust him with those things most valued…

Mokuba snuggled up to Rafael, wiping away the smears of his own cum from his face before placing a soft kiss on his neck.

"Snog and cuddle?" Rafael whispered while locking Mokuba into a tight embrace.

Mokuba stroked the back of Rafael's head and smiled.
"But it's not natural, is it?" he couldn't help asking, "You're supposed to devour me after you've drawn my precious seed from my body…"

Mokuba ducked under Rafael's hand as he was about to hit him over the head. But he stood no chance as he was rolled onto his stomach and spanked.

Glowering at Rafael while rubbing his hurting backside Mokuba rolled onto his side.

"I never knew nature was so terribly cruel," he remarked, following Rafael's enlightenment concerning animals' pervy secrets.

"Nature is cruel," Rafael replied while sighing. He brushed Mokuba's hair out of his face tenderly, "And being eaten is not cruel; it's only natural. Female water striders are threatened by their unsuccessfully wooing partners that they will attract predators if they are not allowed to mount them; and even if they are mating the male forces the female to remain beneath it to minimize its own chance of getting eaten while copulating; diving beetles will suffocate their partners if they're unwilling to mate; the eastern newt will only court specimen that do not want to mate; male guppies prefer to mate goodeid females because their deeper genital cavity is more stimulating; and don't even get me started on Adélie penguins or spotted hyenas."

Mokuba stared at him, taken aback.

"You sure know some disgusting details," he remarked, the excursus still swirling through his mind.

Rafael shrugged.
"You pick up a lot of things over the years," he replied lamely and got up from the bed.

"Shower?" Mokuba deducted.

"Wouldn't hurt you either," Rafael added and chuckled, "You're a mess. And so is my bedding."

"Well, you were the one forcing yourself onto me," Mokuba complained while getting up as well, "And at least I don't reek of wild animals and sex steroids."

"Which I'm very glad about," Rafael added and hugged Mokuba to his chest, "Otherwise my neighbours could sense that I hide a cute fuckable teenager in my flat. And then I'd really have to guard you night and day to keep them off your sweet ass."