The spring sun's warm rays prickled on Mokuba's skin. A bright blue and almost cloudless sky stretched before his eyes. The air was calm and quiet – almost quiet weren't it for the birds chirping and cooing, wooing their chosen partners, chasing them in narrowing circles while singing their songs of love.
"You're surprisingly quiet today."
Mokuba lifted his head, which had until now been resting on Rafael's shoulder, and, defying the blinding brightness, glared at him through half closed eyes.
"I'm not used to being outside and breathing unfiltered air," Mokuba replied gruffly, "My life used to revolve around mansions and locked doors and air-conditioned rooms and greenery as something to be stared at through windows."
He let his head sink back and, shading his eyes, stared straight into the sky again.
"Mind you the gardens I've seen were works of art with plants arranged by colour and trimmed into synchronous shapes and what not... Nothing to step on and a have a lie down..." he added, indicating their current situation on the park's grass.
As usual Mokuba had been picked up by Rafael at lunch time, as it had become Thursday's custom. But unlike every other week Rafael hadn't taken him out to some fancy restaurant to dine with him before stuffing him against a wall in the restroom.
Today Rafael had handed him some take-away food as soon as Mokuba had entered his car. Consequently Mokuba had deducted that their afternoon time was cancelled due to some last minute squeezed in meeting.
Therefore he had been even more surprised as Rafael had driven him to a recreational park. A park were normal people were taking strolls after lunch, enjoyed a evening away from work, away from school or anything else they needed to escape from right now.
Ordinary people. Just people.
'Like you and me' is what everyone else would have added, too, Mokuba thought grimly.
He cuddled up closer to Rafael.
No, they weren't like normal people. Neither of them had experienced the boredom and daily routine everyone was complaining about.
Deep down, Mokuba knew, Rafael and he had grown up upon broken promises and despair, loneliness and isolation.
They managed to pretend that they were leading normal, ordinary lives; and sometimes they even managed to fool themselves into believing it.
But the two of us must be cracked souls, Mokuba mused and closed his eyes as the sun resurfaced behind a cloud.
Fractured to the core and somehow managing to stagger forward.
Well at least to Rafael this had to apply, Mokuba added in a mental note. He often wondered how Rafael had managed to function, to survive after losing everything. He may have lost his parent...hell, he had lost his childhood and his home in the blink of an eye. But he had had his brother to rely on. His brother who had carried and dragged him, even when Mokuba was kicking and screaming, through life at the orphanage and hell with their stepfather.
Seto.
Feeling a strange and discomforting pressure building up in his chest, Mokuba's sigh turned into a relieving groan.
It was only in his darkest hours that he dared to think about what would have become of him if it hadn't been for his brother...
Out of the corner of his eyes he glanced at Rafael to find his answer.
"You keep starring at me as if there's something wrong with my face," Rafael whispered into Mokuba's ear and ruffled his hair. He folded his arms behind his head and, relaxing, let his body sink deeper into the cool grass. The smile on his lips radiated carefree happiness.
"You've got too much on your mind," Rafael added and breathed in deeply, thereby elevating Mokuba's head by an inch, "Especially if judged by its size I often wonder how all these gloomy thoughts and worries fit into your head."
"You don't need much space for thoughts," Mokuba snapped and tried to transform Rafael's chest back into the soft pillow it had been earlier, "just a brain."
"Instincts work fine for me," Rafael assured him.
"You don't say!" Mokuba replied, unnerved.
Rafael chuckled heartily and Mokuba felt inclined to smile as well.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Rafael asked after the quietness of the evening in the park had crept over them.
Mokuba failed to react as he stared at the exquisitely colourful flower petals whirling past them in the soft breeze.
"I'm feeling inclined to call it romantic," Mokuba replied eventually, eyes still fixed on the gently floating petals.
"But I won't," he added after giving it some thought, "I'm not the kind to be easily influenced and overwhelmed."
"Oh?" Rafael responded while closing his eyes.
Mokuba wondered whether he should reply to this apparent insult with a salty remark or head-butt Rafael's chest. In the end he decided on glowering at him.
As it failed to provoke the desired effect of letting Rafael know that he ought to feel guilty, mostly because Rafael's eyes were still closed and that nature freak was probably listening to the pulse of mother earth or something like that, Mokuba poked his ribs.
"Mh?" slowly Rafael raised his head.
"Do you think I'm easily manipulated and weak-minded?" Mokuba asked and kept prodding his lover in case he decided to become one with nature again while he was still talking to him.
Rafael raised his eyebrows at him.
"No?" he ventured as a reply.
Mokuba narrowed his eyes at him.
"Liar," he hissed before punching his chest. Rafael merely coughed before smiling back at Mokuba.
"I'm not taken aback by emotions, the beauty of a flower and girly stuff like that," Mokuba snapped, "I'm strong minded and determined and a master of self-control."
"Unless it involves ropes, chains and rock-hard cocks," Rafael replied, chuckling as Mokuba drummed his fists against his chest, "then you're drooling and quivering and begging at my feet."
"I meant to drool over your cock," Mokuba pointed out, "Otherwise I wouldn't have chosen you as my boyfriend."
"There's more to a relationship than sex," Rafael informed Mokuba.
"Yeah, but not to ours," Mokuba babbled on, "I mean, did you think I'd picked you because of your good looks and your personality?"
"Don't forget my money," Rafael added to the list of insults.
"I don't need your money," Mokuba corrected him, "My brother's company yields more cash than you can ever imagine."
"Oh? Well, that's not what you said the first night I had to pay you," Rafael pointed out. He sat up and hugged a resisting Mokuba to his chest. "Let's face it, you love me and feel ashamed about it because a gay teenager's brain should revolve around bouncing on cocks and sucking off plenty of guys."
"I'm not..." Mokuba thought better of denying his obvious sexual orientation; well, current orientation at least; instead he settled for another nettle-coated remark: "I could have all the guys I wanted if I wanted to. If I decided on cheating on you and living a promiscuous party life, you probably wouldn't even know about it." He snuggled up closer to Rafael who stroked his back absent-mindedly.
"Consider yourself lucky that I choose to be faithful to you."
"Oh, I am lucky to have you as my partner," Rafael placed a big and extremely sloppy kiss on Mokuba's cheek, "You bring light and joy into my life. Your tenderness purifies my soul. Sometimes I wonder how I could live without; or whether I have truly lived before you crossed my path."
Mokuba's lips were sealed with Rafael's until the former managed to break free.
"I'd rather feel smug about having you on toast than receiving your dog-like gratefulness for it," Mokuba retorted reproachful, wiping his face, "And stop kissing me in public. I don't want people to think I'm into old geezers."
Rafael laughed heartily while pulling Mokuba into his lap and cradling him in his arms.
"You're the cutest," he whispered into his ears before showering his neck with kisses.
Mokuba rolled his eyes and tried to look over Rafael's shoulder as inconspicuous as possible.
God, the couple on the bench keeps staring at us again...
"I'm not really comfortable with you so publicly displaying your fondness of me," Mokuba said levelly while freeing his shoulder's from Rafael's strong arms, repeatedly peeking over Rafael's shoulder.
"It's what lovers do," Rafael assured him while stroking Mokuba's tense shoulders, "take, for instance, the couple behind us, the two lovebirds sitting on the park bench. They'd be snogging and groping each other if it wasn't for the dark-haired teenage boy in my lap watching them displeasingly."
"They stare at us," Mokuba corrected, trying defending his actions.
"Well, you wouldn't take your eyes off them," Rafael tried to appease him,
"But they did it first!" Mokuba insisted.
"Just ignore them," Rafael suggested and shoved Mokuba around in his lap until he would face the other way.
"By the way the two are definitely not newly in love; otherwise they wouldn't have thrown a glance at us but would have been oblivious to the rest of the world, the world not revolving about their intimacy. Their relationship has grown and the first cracks are showing. They might have had an argument or two and have their doubts. They both look awfully insecure."
"How can you tell all that?" Mokuba wondered, trying to catch a glimpse of them again but Rafael would block his view.
Rafael settled for: "I know their kind." as a reply which was not in the least way satisfactory in Mokuba's view.
"Personal experience?" Mokuba kept nagging.
"Costumers," Rafael enlightened him, "They're in dire need of a little something to spice up their sex life. A little something my company can definitely supply them with."
"You could offer them your help," Mokuba babbled without thinking, his libido speaking for him again, "Or even better, we could offer them our help. You could tell them we're swingers in dire need of variety."
Rafael patted Mokuba's back affectionately.
"Whatever happened to being monogamous?" he asked sweetly.
"I can be faithful to you every day. Just not right now," Mokuba went on, "Please, ask them whether they're willing to be coming with us. We can rent a hotel room and meet them under false names..."
Rafael sighed. He ruffled Mokuba's hair while taking in the couple on the bench.
"He's not really my type," Rafael explained after a while, "And neither is she. Either way I'm afraid you're too young for this kind of entertainment. We'll have to wait until you're older."
"...and you're ancient," Mokuba added. He stared at Rafael with puppy dog eyes before kissing his neck. "Are you sure we shouldn't show them a good time?"
Rafael shook his head. He got up, slowly, and stretched.
"But I think I've still got some informational pamphlets on the opening of my company's first store in Domino on me," Rafael added while patting his pockets.
"Yeah, you do that," Mokuba agreed while getting up and flexed his muscles as well, "You can tell them how much your little toy boy loves the merchandise and that he'd love to give them some instructional private lessons."
Rafael gave him a clout before turning his back on Mokuba.
"You're not really going to give them that flyer, are you?" Mokuba asked disbelievingly, "Hey. You can't do that."
"What's wrong with a bit of advertisement?" Rafael asked in return.
Mokuba folded his arms in front of his chest.
"You can ask the officer who's going to take you away as the handcuffed pervert that you are the same thing but I doubt he'll offer a better reply than I do," Mokuba shouted after him, "And don't come looking for me. I need to pee and hide in the bushes in order not to be associated with you."
At least one of the two points had been true. Mokuba's bladder was killing him and he was grateful for an ideally unobtrusive looking thicket he soon discovered.
While releasing the terrible pressure he cursed himself for his weak-mindedness. He'd have allowed a couple to join them while doing the most intimate, personal and sometimes even strangest things; and yet he was getting cold feet at the prospect of Rafael inciting a couple to visit a sex shop.
Fearing it might be illegal.
Plainly wrong.
Well, it ought to be wrong. At least the way Rafael would do it. In his mind he saw him chatting to the couple chivalrously before assuring them that their problems could be solved with a few butt plugs, a strap on dildo and a pair of handcuffs.
Mokuba shivered inwardly.
He admired Rafael's openness even if it extended to a limit were it could almost be called sociopathic. But at least he was open with everything and didn't deceive himself.
I'm not deceiving you, Mokuba's libido added to the monologue, you just don't let me speak at each occasion.
I wouldn't even want to know where I would have ended up then, Mokuba thought to himself.
In prison. In a swinger club. Probably on the street, his libido suggested, but happy.
Happiness doesn't correlate with the terms 'oversexed' and 'brain dead'.
That's what you think.
At which point Mokuba would have taunted his subconsciousness with a snappy remark had it not been for the elbow which had nudged him in the back, causing him to lose his balance and topple forward and into the bushes.
Struggling to get to his feet again he fought his assaulter who clapped a hand over his mouth while groping between his legs with the other.
Mokuba managed to bite the hand occupying his mouth and, fighting for breath, kicked and screamed at his offender.
"You're a very naughty boy and if you don't want people to play with your wiener you should probably put it away," Rafael grabbed Mokuba around the waist and pulled him closer, thereby keeping him from kicking his shins and drumming his fist against his chest.
"I hate you!" Mokuba yelled at him, nails digging into Rafael's skin as he scratched at his arms, "For fuck's sake why do always have to scare me like this?!"
Rafael wrapped his arms tighter around him, almost choking him.
"Predatory instincts," Rafael replied eventually before kissing Mokuba like mad, "Also it's the adrenaline rush that's giving me the real pleasure."
"I could kill you for this," Mokuba swore under his breath while escaping Rafael's embrace.
"I'm glad you didn't attract anyone's attention," Rafael pointed out while observing their surroundings through the thicket, "I would have guessed people would do more than just wonder where that scream had originated from."
"Today's society is a mess," Mokuba coughed and kicked Rafael's shins again, "For fuck's sake," he pressed a hand flat against his chest, "My heart's still racing."
"The adrenaline is about to kick in any minute now," Rafael assured him, "Then you'll feel high as fuck."
Mokuba reached for his own belt as Rafael shoved his fingers aside and into the narrow gap between the fabric of his trousers and his warm skin. Rafael's hands brushed against his soft stomach as they forced their way into Mokuba's underwear. Mokuba, slightly shivering, tugged at Rafael's arms.
"It seems you're still growing as these are definitely too small for you," Rafael whispered into Mokuba's ears, fumbling with his nether regions, "We need to go shopping. I've never had sex with you in a changing cubicle before."
Mokuba groaned quietly, nails digging into the strong hands that insisted on touching him. Rafael freed his lover's twitching member from the confining clothes and tried massaging some life into the pulsing flesh.
"You've got to be kidding me," Mokuba wheezed, helplessly trying to fend off Rafael, "We can't do that right now... I mean, we can't do that here, we're in a park! Let's at least get back to your car or... Christ, someone's coming, don't you hear that? Get your hands off me...!"
"If you keep your voice down," Rafael whispered into Mokuba's ear, "No one's going to hear us. Whoever is out there will just walk past us. They can barely see us anyway..."
"Barely?" Mokuba underlined the important part in Rafael's words and shrieked in protest as Rafael clapped a hand over his mouth again.
"I would have loved to plough you on the grass but I guess it's a lot more secluded here where we're not too much in the open. It's your first time in public, right?" Rafael nuzzled Mokuba's neck while whispering.
Mokuba protested by wildly shaking his head and spitting at Rafael's hand as it locked his mouth and chin in its firm grip.
"Please... I don't want this... I don't want anyone to see..."
"No one's going to see us," Rafael insisted while jacking him off, increasing the pressure on Mokuba's chin to keep him from talking again, "So for both of our sakes keep it down…"
Mokuba bit his lower lip. He peered over Rafael's shoulder and through the bushes to catch a glimpse of an old couple passing them.
For fuck's sake, he couldn't sweat it out.
"But what if they see us?" Mokuba tried to whisper nervously through the hand clapped over his lips.
"In the worst case it will make them remember what they did in their youth," Rafael replied quick-thinking.
They could hear the old lady's cackling from without and even Rafael, who had started dry humping Mokuba's cute arse, stopped dead until they had passed them.
"And why do you suppose she's been giggling like that?" Mokuba asked after taking advantage of Rafael's immobility to get rid of his hand over his mouth.
Rafael watched as the old couple disappeared from view.
"Seems like she's convinced it's your first time in public, too," Rafael ventured eventually, "Or she's mistaking you for a virgin and knows that you're going to be in for a big surprise."
Mokuba cocked an eyebrow at him. "Is that so?" His gaze travelled downwards until it rested on Rafael's crotch, "not too big a surprise I expect."
Mokuba chuckled until Rafael leaned over his shoulder to smother him with kisses. Then Rafael grasped Mokuba's hands and guided them towards a full moon maple's trunk in front of him before grabbing his petit lover around the waist and pulling his soft backside towards his nether regions.
Mokuba gasped at the sensation of Rafael's erect member brushing against his chilly skin and tried supporting his weight as he was now balancing on his toes to keep his tight ass from getting impaled by Rafael's hard cock.
He swallowed and held his breath; the initiated intrusion felt so good, so goddamn good for fuck's sake! Rafael's throbbing cock stretched his narrow anal cavity to the max, the feeling of the hot and pulsating flesh advancing, shoving through his sopping wet tightness...
Mokuba couldn't help groaning as he panted for air. Everything around him already had that blurred and darker edge but he couldn't draw another breath without having a shameless moan escaping his throat.
God, Rafael's cock inside him hadn't felt this good in a long time. And Mokuba hated to admit it but the thing about doing it in public was a huge turn on.
It was the unfamiliar chilliness in the fresh air, the soft breeze playing around his balls as he got shagged against a tree in the middle of a park with people passing them without taking notice. And he heard them talking and the normal life revolving around them while they got down and dirty.
His finger's digging into the bark Mokuba reinforced his grip on the tree, gasping and moaning quietly with closed eyes, just savouring the feeling of Rafael's scourging cock and driving his rear end against Rafael's groin to allow him a deeper and faster penetration.
Mokuba's own twitching cock bounced and chaffed against his stomach whenever Rafael readjusted the grip and position of his body, the small tender and so goddamn tight body he was drilling like mad, and picked up the pace to send his little toy boy flying into a frenzy.
Mokuba couldn't breathe, he couldn't take in Rafael's cock without screaming and howling and begging for more. His legs were stiff and numb as he was merely balancing at the tip of his toes as he stretched to grind closer against Rafael's crotch.
Panting, sweating and moaning quietly Mokuba heaved whenever Rafael thrust, the two of them swaying back and forth like a strange X-rated seesaw.
Mokuba, about to collapse from exhaustion as he went weak at the knees, was lifted off the ground by Rafael and pressed flat against his loins, hips grinding against hips, as he slowly let Rafael's thrashing member sink deeper into him.
Confined in Rafael's strong arms Mokuba twitched and jerked nervously, fearing Rafael's big cock might gore him. At least it felt as if he got slowly and most pleasurably impaled...
Quick-thinking Rafael clapped one hand over Mokuba's mouth as he thrust in all the way and stifled the lust filled moans Mokuba could no longer repress.
By the cramped feeling and the quiver bolting through Mokuba's body Rafael could tell that Mokuba was already shooting his load – but he was too close himself to let him cool down before continuing his penetration at this extreme angle.
Instead Rafael just pressed on to ream the delicate teenage body and chaff him raw, hips pumping and thrusting violently.
Mokuba, still shivering and drooling mindlessly as Rafael continued to fuck him hard, involuntarily bit down on Rafael's fingers as Rafael hit the sweetest spots deep inside him, sending his blood rushing down into his nether regions again.
Mokuba gasped and flailed helplessly, his teeth sinking deeper into Rafael's skin as he felt the most intense and most exertive orgasm flashing through his limbs.
His vision had turned bright and warm and soft as his mind was frozen in eternal urge-satisfying contentment.
The next thing he felt was Rafael's love juice dripping from his hole as his lover had retrieved his slacking member. Mokuba fell to his knees, barely feeling the ground beneath him as he breathed hard and labouredly.
Rafael got dressed quickly before picking up Mokuba and adjusting his clothes as Mokuba's limbs were still jerking uncontrollably.
But since his little lover still appeared to experience the deepest mind-absorbing orgasm in his head and was oblivious to the world around him Rafael decided on dragging him out of the bushes, unavoidably carrying him in his arms.
Mokuba, softly wheezing and sighing under his breath, snuggled up to Rafael while closing his eyes.
A female voice, supposedly addressing Rafael, asked:
"Is he alright?"
And Rafael replied, without the slightest hint of shame or guilt in his voice: "It's been a bit too much for him I think. It's fine now, really. He simply overestimated his stamina. It's all been a bit too long and rough and hard for him to take it..."
Author's Note:
Thanks for reading.
Since I'm planning on updating more frequently this month I can already tell yout this much:
Next chapter will revolve around Alister caught between a major power breakdown and a needy Seto...
