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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Yu-Gi-Oh!, Yu-Gi-Oh!_Series
  Relationship:
      Mokuba/Stranger, Mokuba/Rafael, Amelda_|_Alister/Kaiba_Seto
  Character:
      Kaiba_Mokuba, Rafael_(Yu-Gi-Oh), Kaiba_Seto, Amelda_|_Alister
  Additional Tags:
      Partying, Implied/Referenced_Underage_Prostitution, Masturbation,
      Explicit_Sexual_Content, Rough_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Barebacking, Mildly
      Dubious_Consent, extremely_explicit_sexual_content, Oral_Sex, Dirty_Talk,
      non-con_elements, Abusive_Relationships, Rimming, Vibrators, Chili-
      peppers, erotic_asphyxiation, Awkward_Sexual_Situations, Phone_Sex,
      Implied_Sexual_Content, Sexual_Roleplay, Rape_Roleplay, Stalking,
      Kidnapping
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-23 Updated: 2018-03-11 Chapters: 15/? Words: 51063
****** Dangerous Game ******
by DoctorDalek
Summary
     Out in the dark and wet streets and high on adrenaline Mokuba enjoys
     his first night out without the knowledge of his control freak
     brother. But things soon turn dirty as Mokuba is ensnared by a
     stranger with a marked preference for adolescent rent boys...
***** Teasing *****
Mokuba was leaning over the counter while the monotonous music boomed through
his body.
He felt every beat of it pulsing in his veins, spurring him on, driving him
onward.
-Don’t stop-keep going-press on-never ever stop-just keep moving-
His heart skipped another beat as he was gasping for air.
No, he was definitely too tired to keep on dancing. And yet he felt his energy
draining away as he tried to regain what was closest to his composure and catch
his breath.
Inside his chest his heart pounded mercilessly, making it almost impossible for
him to stay focused as the pulsing movement overlay his vision.
The music never stops.
His world is ablaze with light, a colourful light that crowds out the darkness
in his heart.
This was it. His first night out.
Mokuba smiled mildly while unsteadily reaching for the glass in front of him.
Correction: His first night out alone, without any chaperone to watch over him
or keep him away from excitement.
He’d been allowed to dance the night away or partying all night long IF, and
that was Seto’s crooked way of stealing his joy while at the same time trying
to persuade him that he knew what was best for his little brother, he was
accompanied by a supervisor of his choice.
Rarely his big brother had allowed him to be out and about with Yugi and his
friends. And truth be told Mokuba had only joined their little group because he
knew that Seto disapproved of them and knowing that Mokuba chose their company
willingly was really pissing him off.
But tonight he was on his own.
Seto was abroad on a business trip, a trip Mokuba had booked and organised,
secretly wishing that he could finally do as he pleased.
It wasn’t that Seto took not stock in alcohol, especially unhealthily large
amounts of alcohol.
He just found Mokuba’s age-related fascination for it unacceptable.
Mokuba didn’t know whether his drinks had been spiked or if the lack of oxygen
was simply trying to reinforce its grip on his body; either way his body was
light as a feather. His mind was no longer wandering, no longer giving in to
the unbearable pressure of everyday life. No longer holding on to the dictate
of good behaviour, the constant oppression inside of him, burned into his every
thought and drilled into his soul.
Oh, Seto had been so wrong about him. He wasn’t cut out for this reserved
diplomacy and fake self-effacement, the madness of never speaking your mind and
just obediently agreeing with whatever lunatic was currently interested in
spending money on his brother’s company. He just couldn’t bear it.
Unlike Seto, of course; Seto was destined to live a life of conniving
courteousness.
But no more of it.
His mind was as blank as the look in his eyes as he left the smoke-filled club
and stared up into the drizzling rain. But his mind was oblivion, freed from
sorrow and despair.
He was free. He was free to do as he pleased.
He’d never felt so alive before.
Mokuba staggered along the wet alleys, his eyes drawn by the flashing colours
of the clubs’ and bars’ signs, mirrored in the puddles on the wet street.
Every splash, every drop of rain distorting the picture, causing the image to
explode into a shower of light.
And yet as he stared up into the dark sky, the rain bedabbling his skin and
washing away his pent-up hatred and frustration, he felt happier than ever
before.
He sighed while resting his back against a crumbling wall held together with
torn posters.
The rain had cooled down his mind as well as his skin and even though he was
soaked Mokuba was more than pleased to find that the stench of cigarettes and
spilt drinks slowly washed off. Yet he didn’t like the greasy feeling of his
long hair slowly imbibing the water.
And feeling high as fuck he knew that he looked like shit.
But it felt right.
“Still waiting to get lucky?”
Mokuba turned, noticing the rather tall figure beside him. He stared at the
hand that settled firmly on his shoulder. Away from the flashing lights of
amusement it was too dark to even take a glimpse of the stranger’s eyes.
Strangely enough Mokuba felt his burning gaze
Years of living in a golden cage, haunted by paranoid suspicion, couldn’t be
brushed off easily.
“I’m waiting for someone,” Mokuba stated reservedly, the cold alertness
stinging at the back of his mind.
Yet his attention was drawn to the hand beside his face.
Mokuba reached for the stranger’s fingers with curious fascination, a
fascination completely alien to him. At the touch of his hand an unknown
craving blazed up inside of him.
His skin felt reassuringly warm.
The stranger’s hand shifted, inching its way towards his cheek while touching
the bare skin on his neck with authoritative confidence, expressing
unapologetically that while he enjoyed having this little conversation with him
he was nonetheless running out of patience.
“Is afore mentioned someone going to pick you up?” the stranger’s voice rasped.
“Maybe,” Mokuba replied cheekily, pushing the wet strands of hair out of his
face before treating the silhouette hidden in darkness to a brazen smile. “But
first come first serve, I guess...”
He felt his heart skipping a beat at the sensation of the stranger’s fingers
curling in excitement, his nails digging into his rain-drenched shirt. Mokuba
couldn’t bite back a quiet chuckle.
It felt strange. It felt wrong.
He knew that he was pushing his luck. And while he stood there in the wet
darkness, flaunting his perfectly shaped body since his clothes had become
practically see-through in the pouring rain, while flirting aggressively with a
perfect stranger all possible alarm bells were going off in his head.
And yet Mokuba felt that he was in control and he enjoyed it more than he
probably should have.
The pure excitement of adrenaline was shooting through his veins.
His eyes sparkled as he beckoned the stranger to come closer, his hands moving
on their own accord as they darted for cover in the stranger’s open jacket.
Mokuba’s fingers blazed a wet trail over the brawny chest hidden underneath.
The stranger withdrew Mokuba’s fingers carefully before covering them with soft
kisses. Mokuba chuckled while nestling his head up against the stranger’s
chest.
“Expense is no object,” the stranger whispered while nibbling on Mokuba’s ear.
A surprised chuckle escaped Mokuba’s lips before he brushed his temples against
the stranger’s neck.
“What makes you think that you can afford me?” he teased, yet he was almost
shocked at his own rakish reply.
“Let me see,” Mokuba felt the stranger’s lips, still pressed against his
forehead, contorting into a smug smile, “You look rather young, your smile is
charming and you can still feign some interest; you seem forward but not
desperate which means you’re certain that you’ll find someone who requires your
services tonight. Since you were stood up I’m only your second choice but the
big question is... do you have a choice?”
Mokuba remained silent. Coldly calculating, just like Seto. So the stranger was
a businessman, albeit rather indelicate. Either way, the prospect of getting
paid somehow got Mokuba even more excited.
And it was still a game, he could stop anytime he wanted...
“Who knows?” Mokuba replied eventually.
“As I said before money is no object,” the stranger went on, his fingers
entwining with Mokuba’s.
“Do you think I’m of age?” Mokuba babbled without giving his words too much
thought.
“Does it matter to you what I think?” the stranger replied quietly.
Mokuba shrugged. He couldn’t bite back another chuckle as he huddled against
the stranger’s muscular chest for warmth.
“Where are you taking me?” Mokuba asked sheepishly as the stranger wrapped an
arm around his shoulders protectively before leading him down an alley. He felt
his heart beating anxiously in anticipation of the stranger’s reply.
“To a warm bed,” the stranger replied, his soft voice making it sound almost
artlessly and appeasing, “which is more than you could possibly wish for right
now.”
“You’re spoiling me,” Mokuba sniggered, but couldn’t help feeling out of body
and out of mind as he listened to his own reply. It wasn’t his own voice, this
voice sounded distant and muffled, as if someone else was doing the talking for
him.
But I’m in control, he felt his mind encircling the idea, slowly cornering it,
it’s my decision, my choice, Ichoseto be here.
“And if you prove to me on our drive that you’re a good boy I might even treat
you to a hot shower.”
“Drive?” Mokuba asked, feeling the warm dizziness draining away from his
thoughts once again.
He stared at the light brown leather cover inside the white car in front of him
as the passenger’s door opened at the push of a button.
Gull-wing doors, Mokuba thought dismissively, I’ve pulled a fat cat.
He felt the fear bubbling up inside of him as his mind clutched at the last
desperate thoughts and repeating them like a mantra.
But it’s what I’ve wanted and I’m in control, I have a lock on this, it’s what
I chose, it’s my choice and my decision and I can stop whenever I want to.
Right, Seto?
Mokuba’s knees gave way under his weight and he collapsed into the stranger’s
arms, scared at his own body disobeying him.
And if he wouldn’t lose consciousness soon Mokuba knew that he would freak out
any minute now.
Almost tenderly the stranger picked him up before tilting forward the
passenger’s seat, gently placing his limp body on the rear bench seat.
“Popped some pills?” the stranger asked quietly, as though he was talking to
himself.
Mokuba shook his head, the fear and fury of shiftlessness raging inside his
skull.
He closed his eyes and dug his nails into the leather beneath him, clutching at
the cover frantically in hope for support.
He felt his world spinning and turning uncontrollably, his heart pounding in
his chest like mad.
“Just relax.”
Mokuba winced at the stranger’s hand upon his thighs but refused to open his
eyes.
“Must have been a long night for you.”
Mokuba nodded out of pure habit, unable to even recognise the stranger’s words
as he concentrated on regaining his composure. The stranger’s hand was
retrieved without him even noticing it.
He was too unfocused; he’d been swept away and cast aside by the excitement but
he had to overpower his fears and insecurity once and for all.
This was his only night; the only night to be on his own.
Mokuba rolled onto his side, staring out into the darkness via the windscreen.
Judging by the blurry lights they were already moving, though the car seemed to
be running so smoothly he neither felt nor heard anything from the streets
outside. Only the soft and muffled patter of the rain...
“Nice Maserati,” Mokuba heard himself mumbling.
The stranger shrugged. “It’s a hire car.”
“An obscenely over-priced one, as I can imagine,” Mokuba slurred. Slowly his
surrounding stopped twisting and turning, “I didn’t know you could hire a MC
Stradale.”
“What was that?” the strangers asked, cocking an eyebrow at him via the rear-
view mirror.
“Nothing,” Mokuba mumbled, “Right now I just like to hear the sound of my own
voice.”
“You’ve had one too many,” the stranger replied in a low voice, “and you’re
definitely not the first one to experience mood swings and nausea while you’re
sloshed. Just tell me when you’re going to throw up; I don’t want you to be
sick in my car.”
“I’m not going to be sick,” Mokuba groaned, “I’ve had worse.”
Slowly he sat up and dared another glimpse out of the window.
They were speeding away over the motorway, but even as the lights beneath them
flashed past Mokuba vaguely recognized them as head offices he’d visited with
Seto before.
So they were still in Domino City, a small voice somewhere in Mokuba’s mind
added but to most of Mokuba it really didn’t matter at this time.
“Lie down,” the stranger’s eyes focussed on Mokuba for a split second and
narrowed, “You’re still pale and shaky.”
“As if you wouldn’t enjoy seeing me like this,” Mokuba said before he could
have stopped himself. But he curled up into a tight ball on the rear bench seat
nonetheless.
Again the stranger cocked an eyebrow at him; though his voice had lost its cold
edge as he replied: “I don’t mind it but it’s not much of a turn-on.”
Mokuba giggled. Slowly the frightening blurriness in his mind ebbed away, only
to be replaced by his adventuresome naughtiness.
And as the stranger turned up the heating some more Mokuba felt warm,
thoroughly warm. And there was this strange tingling sensation in his loins...
The fearful sobriety slowly building up in his mind was cast aside by self-
indulgent petulance. One minute he felt like he was dying and the next moment
he was sex-crazed and half-hard.
Oh, the joy of being sixteen...
One hand was already nestling between his thighs, trying to make more room for
the swelling member trapped inside his tight pants.
Mokuba ran his fingers over his trembling thighs, enjoying the touch of his own
warm and tender skin.
He felt the stranger’s eyes resting upon his body as a soft unbridled moan
escaped his lips, as he reached for his own member, already twitching
agitatedly in anticipation.
He locked onto the stranger’s eyes over the rear mirror before bucking up into
his own hand, shuddering and groaning unabashedly.
The stranger had a hard time taking his eyes off him. Also he seemed a lot more
fidgety than before...
Mokuba chuckled again before thrusting his hips upwards rhythmically, yearning
for the touch of his own hand.
“Shouldn’t you slow down a bit?” Mokuba wheezed as the stranger established eye
contact once again.
“I could ask you the same question,” the stranger replied, pulling himself
together as he shifted nervously in his seat.
“Just keep your eyes on the road and we’ll be safe,” Mokuba giggled, fingertips
ghosting over his firm erection.
His hips pumping, Mokuba desperately tried to find something to push against,
something he could hump and bestride shamelessly. He rolled onto his stomach,
one hand clamped between the soft leather and his own pulsating flesh, before
continuing his hopeless attempts to please himself with his hips chafing
against the seat while jolting and jerking debauchedly out of pure frustration.
Mokuba lifted his head and gasped for air. The music inside the car became even
more apparent as his muscles synchronised with the booming beats.
                      Oh, it’s so hot and I need some air
                 Oh boy, don’t stop cause I’m halfway there...
“Subtle allusions aren‘t your cup of tea, eh?” Mokuba grinned while trying to
catch his breath.
A rather warm smile appeared on the stranger’s lips; his eyes lit up with
excitement.
“It’s just a small taste of the good things to come...”
***** A Night of Endless Excitement *****
“That’s enough for now.”
A hand snatched at the towel, which was squirming on top of the bed clothes,
and pulled. A shock of dark and fuzzy hair surfaced, followed by the naked body
of Mokuba who shook his head vigorously.
“We might as well leave it at that,” the stranger’s hand brushed a dark strand
out of Mokuba’s face before his fingers became entangled in them, “It will take
ages to dry anyway.”
“I’m still cold,” Mokuba mumbled while ruffling his hair. The strange nausea
from the ride earlier had drained away but sadly it had left with his arrogant
confidence in tow.
Mokuba kept telling himself that he was comfortable with sitting on an
exclusive hotel suit’s bed in the company of someone who’d picked him up half
an hour ago. Though the fact that he’d mistaken him for a rent boy added insult
to injury.
And still... the prospect of what awaited him kept him simmering with
excitement...
“You shouldn’t worry about being cold,” the stranger replied apathetically
before caressing Mokuba’s cheeks, “Besides, I’ve already turned up the heating.
You’ll feel warmer any minute now.”
Even in the dimly lit room Mokuba noticed the stranger leering at him as he
took off his clothes wordlessly.
His eyes grazed upon the stranger’s brawny chest before slowly drifting
downwards...
“We haven’t discussed business obligations yet... that is to say the general
conditions...” Mokuba spluttered, feeling the mattress shifting beneath the
stranger’s weight as he sat down beside him.
Only now he seemed to notice how much bigger and imposing his counterpart was.
“I see you’re used to negotiating with businessmen. Well, here’s the deal,” the
stranger chuckled as he leaned closer and whispered: “How about you do anything
I say and I’ll pay you anything you want?”
“Would you accept these general conditions?” he added mockingly as Mokuba
refused to give him an answer.
The stranger wrapped his strong arms around Mokuba as he embraced him tightly.
Mokuba shivered at the heat the stranger was giving off, an unnatural seething
heat, as though he was running a fever.
“Well, silence gives consent I’d say,” the stranger mumbled eventually before
covering Mokuba’s throat with hot kisses.
Mokuba touched the stranger’s face gingerly, running a finger over the already
sweat-covered skin.
He could have sworn that he’d recognized his voice, that he’d met him before.
He knew him. He knew the man who sank into the soft linen with him and
smothered him with kisses; he remembered his manner of speaking, the sound of
his voice.
But he’d accompanied Seto on countless presentations and business meals and
whatnot; he’d met so many of his commercial partners that he could hardly
remember any of them.
And yet he seemed so familiar...
“Lie down,” the stranger whispered into his ear while playfully trying to roll
him onto his stomach.
“Don’t you want to see my pretty face?” Mokuba asked coyly before scolding
himself. He definitely had to have a word with his libido later on; it kept
speaking his thoughts when he didn’t want it to.
“I’ll make do with your pretty ass for now,” the stranger replied smugly while
raking his fingers across the soft skin of Mokuba’s backside. “But you seem
rather tense,” he added thoughtfully before reaching for a small switch above
the bedside table.
Against Mokuba’s expectations the room remained dark, though the silence was
replaced by quiet lounge music.
“Just relax,” the stranger whispered into his ear; Mokuba shivered at the heat
of his breath. The stranger’s fingers buried themselves in the tender skin
above his pelvis as one of his hands slid over his stomach, pushing his body
upwards and against his own.
A small, round cushion was placed underneath his pelvic area before his body
was lowered down onto it.
Out of the corner of his eyes Mokuba saw the stranger reaching for a small
bottle, stored on a shelf near the radiator beside the bed. Then he winced as a
slick finger entered his anal cavity by force.
Mokuba dug his nails into the sheets as he couldn’t help panting and gasping.
A second finger had joined the first one and was slowly, and to his dismay
painfully, stretching him.
“Take a deep breath,” the stranger whispered, an indication of concern
resonating in his voice, “And try to slow down your breathing or your heart
will go into overdrive. It’s already beating like mad...”
Mokuba opened his mouth but regretted his decision immediately as a loud and
unabashed moan escaped from his lips; he felt the warm and oily substance
trickling into his anus, filling him up drop by drop. He looked over his
shoulder to catch a glimpse of the stranger playfully splaying and spreading
his anal cavity, with the viscous liquid dribbling steadily out of the bottle
and into his forced open orifice.
“Don’t look at me like that,” the stranger leaned forward and placed a wet kiss
on Mokuba’s neck, “You’re extremely tight and probably one or two sizes too
small for me, figuratively speaking of course, and though I’d be flattered if
you’d remember that night I don’t want you to remember me as the one who’s
responsible for your worst anal fissure.”
He couldn’t help noticing that Mokuba’s eyes were glued to the bottle. “It’s
preheated olive oil, cold-pressed and natural,” the stranger added
explicatively, “Nothing compares to it, really. Also I seem to be sucker for
things that give you the close-to-nature feeling.”
The stranger pushed deeper, visibly enjoying the feeling of the delicate young
body cramping around his fingers. Mokuba’s shoulders twitched nervously; he’d
buried his face in the linen as to muffle his gasps and yelps. As he felt the
fingers inside him trying to extend the distance between them to the maximum he
couldn’t help crying out.
A few minutes ago the music must have changed without him even noticing it and
was now becoming louder.
No, Mokuba figured as he tried to catch his breath, he’d felt his heart
hopelessly struggling to attune itself to the nervous beat.
                     Come on give me just a little bit now
                    Fool me please just one more time again
                     The first time always hurts you know
                       Wait till tonight, I'm gonna show
                      The last time always hurts the most
“You’re just sick,” Mokuba panted and wheezed into the linen, “Does this kind
of music turn you on?”
“It’s got a nice rhythm, doesn’t it?” the stranger replied promptly, “At least
for the act itself...”
“That’s disgusting,” Mokuba interrupted him while turning his head around in
one swift movement.
His hips were jolting and struggling against the pressure from above as the
stranger tried to get into a comfortable position on top of him.
Slowly his fingers were withdrawn.
“I think that’s enough to make sure that I won’t tear you up. Just focus on
your breathing.”
Mokuba felt the stranger’s stiff member pressing against his gaping anus.
Panic-stricken he grabbed one of his hands while searching his gaze over his
shoulder.
“W...wait, you don’t have a condom,” Mokuba stammered but was cut off by the
stranger’s reassuring voice: “...and I won’t need one. I can imagine that
bareback costs extra but as I stated quite clearly before money is no object.
Either way I bet you’re worth your price.”
Mokuba bit his lower lip. “Please, I don’t want...”
“I trust that you’re clean,” the stranger said in a low voice, “And you should
trust me too.”
That voice...
Mokuba tried to get onto all fours as realisation dawned but he was pressed
down onto the pillow determinedly. Desperately he looked back at the man
kneeling behind him.
“Rafael,” he mumbled aghast but his verbalized affright was muffled as his head
was forced down into the mattress.
It dawned on Mokuba that this measure had been taken pre-emptively as Rafael
ground his hips against his backside before stretching his anus with his
fingers while pushing in in order to alleviate the pain caused by the
intrusion. Mokuba had to suppress a howl nonetheless as he felt his body
tightening around Rafael’s hard cock.
Rafael waited for Mokuba to catch his breath again and therefore paused with
his member just two inches inside him. But somehow his immobility made things
worse.
Mokuba started to squirm beneath him, panicking at the unfamiliar pain.
He was oblivious to Rafael’s attempts to comfort him as his heart was thumping
madly in his chest.
“Please pull it out... pull it out...” Mokuba whispered, not daring to move a
muscle.
Rafael sighed while nuzzling his neck.
“Just relax,” he whispered while slowly increasing the pressure and inching his
way forward, “You’re slick, you’re rather flexible and would stretch around me
nicely if only you could stop thinking about the size of my cock...though it’s
very complimentary that you’re scared of its size...”
He combed his fingers through Mokuba’s hair while penetrating him passionately
but rather sensitively.
Somehow the rhythmic motion helped Mokuba loosening up. And to his annoyance he
found that concentrating on controlling his breathing did make things more
bearable.
As for knowing that he was getting ploughed by one of his brother’s former
archenemies...
Well, to tell the truth, that was a huge thrill.
Though the real turn-on was knowing that Rafael would literally impale him when
pushing all the way in. He was just so much bigger and thewy. And so hard-
hitting... quite literally.
Rafael’s hands grabbed the soft flesh above Mokuba’s pelvis and positioned
themselves on his Iliac furrow. After unsuccessfully trying to control and
direct Mokuba’s erratic movements he dug his nails into the tender skin
underneath his upper parts of the hipbones, causing Mokuba to thrust out his
buttocks. “Tilt your pelvis backwards and arch your back a bit more,” Rafael
wheezed while trying to keep a steady grip on Mokuba’s underbelly as he ground
against him, “Try to absorb the thrusts by countervailing as though you’re
trying to push me back, no, push me out while I thrust into you.”
Mokuba, following his instructions out of lust-driven curiosity, felt Rafael’s
cock burying itself deeper and deeper in his body. He moaned aloud, feeling the
heat of his own skin burning against Rafael’s.
He was nearly all the way in now...
            Oh come one come on just a little, just a little closer
           Oh come on come on just a little, just a little closer...
Mokuba barely resisted as he was pulled backwards, lifted off his hands and
knees and shoved into Rafael’s lap. Then, as in a dream, he glanced down at his
glistening thighs, moisturized by sweat and sprayed with oil. And between them
towered his own erection, carelessly neglected until now but firm and stiff
nonetheless...
Mokuba’ eyes snapped shut as he held his breath. He felt as though Rafael was
going to impale him, driving his cock with such agonizing force into his body.
He was squirming restlessly on top of Rafael’s muscular thighs; Rafael wrapped
a strong arm around his chest to keep his body tolerably still.
Mokuba was covered in sweat by now, gasping and moaning shamelessly at every
thrust. He felt Rafael’s member pressing ahead as he picked up the pace, the
impacts of his thrusts rippling throughout him.
There was a short and very painful sensation deep inside as though Rafael had
stripped the raw flesh from his inner walls – only to be chased away by
unearthly bliss.
He held his breath, the unknown pleasure washing over him and tearing apart his
senses.
Mokuba clasped the hands that locked him into that pleasurably painful position
with his nails digging into the warm skin as he ejaculated onto Rafael’s steamy
thighs.
Rafael released his grip in Mokuba who sank back against his chest, panting and
moaning and helplessly struggling for air.
“Very unprofessional,” Rafael wheezed as he pulled out of Mokuba to squirt some
more oil into his gaping hole, “Though I take it’s a quality feature that you
can come, which isn’t too common among the likes of you.” Mokuba winced at the
sensation of the warm oil dripping from his anus.
“Still,” Rafael added after taking a deep breath, “I take it as a compliment
that you came without needing to touch yourself...”
Mokuba panted uneasily as he was placed in Rafael’s lap once again and merely
moaned as he felt his stiff cock entering him. Rafael’s thrusts were more
violent and passionate than before, as he was visibly struggling with both his
own and Mokuba’s body.
Mokuba’s back was pressed against Rafael’s chest, his head tilting backwards to
find a comfortable position to rest on his shoulder. He kissed Rafael’s sweat-
covered neck, lapping appreciatively at his salty skin; his hands were brushing
over his own body in search for Rafael’s only to entwine with his fingers as
soon as they met.
Mokuba had wondered what Rafael’s cumshot would feel like; therefore he was
almost a bit disappointed that he barely noticed Rafael coming inside with him,
with all the hot fluids already filling up his tender cavity.
Gently he was lowered onto the bed.
Rafael slowly pulled out as he rolled Mokuba onto his back, who had a hard time
keeping Rafael’s freshly reaped cum from leaking out of his body.
Mokuba sighed enfeebled; he felt the fatigue and exhaustion weighing him down
as he tried to relax on the soft linen.
Rafael pressed his forehead against Mokuba’s as he closed his eyes; he was now
on all fours above him, tenderly breathing on him.
“Has Kaiba Corp gone bankrupt?” Rafael asked as his blue eyes snapped open,
boring into Mokuba’s, “Or are you just supplementing the net profit?”
Rafael caught Mokuba’s hand as he was about to slap him. He pinned down the
tender teenage body beneath him with his weight as he treated Mokuba to an
affectionate smile.
Mokuba was about to open his mouth as Rafael sealed his lips with a long kiss.
Eventually Mokuba managed to break free after biting Rafael’s tongue.
Rafael sat up on top of him and treated Mokuba to a scrutinizing stare.
“Is there anything you want to get off your chest?” he asked eventually.
“You better pay me quickly before I tell someone that you forced an underage
teenage boy into selling his body.”
Again Mokuba didn’t know where that had come from. But he pressed on
nonetheless.
Rafael cocked an eyebrow at him; he remained calm and didn’t seem the least bit
unsettled.
“You didn’t tell me your age,” he replied eventually, “and you were seducing
me. Either way, I’m not going to pay you.”
“You promised me money,” Mokuba snapped lamely.
“You should have demanded cash up-front.”
“As if you would agree to something like that,” Mokuba replied while grabbing
his shoulders, “And if you don’t pay me I’ll tell Seto that you raped me.”
This seemed to have the desired effect as Rafael didn’t look as confident as
before.
Nevertheless he treated Mokuba to a dismissive glare.
“Why do you want money?” he asked, “You don’t need money. You’re well off and
have already earned more money than I could possibly give you. And besides, if
you think you can threaten me with your brother’s wrath than you’re even more
immature than I would have given you credit for.”
Mokuba glared at him as he folded his arms in front of his chest.
“I don’t have to rely on my brother to get what I want,” Mokuba replied
eventually, “Though we both know that he could have you captured and killed in
two days if he’s in one of his moods.”
Rafael owed him a reply; but Mokuba chuckled as he felt his muscles tensing at
the thought of it.
“Pay me,” Mokuba demanded. He snuggled against Rafael’s chest while stroking
his back, “I earned that money. I bounced on your hard cock and risked life-
threatening injuries as you impaled me; you can’t deny that having sex with you
is physically demanding.”
“You’re a cute sweet-talker, aren’t you?” Rafael sighed while smiling mildly at
Mokuba.
As he met his gaze he felt the unyielding adamant eyes of Seto Kaiba staring
right back at him.
Like big brother, like little brother...
“I suppose we could strike an agreement...” Rafael stated after due
consideration as he reached for Mokuba’s soft thighs.
***** In plain View *****
Chapter Notes
     Just in case you wondered what songs I was referencing in this story
     (If you don't care you can skip this note and just get right to the
     smutty part):
     In the first chapter it was Britney Spear's "Breathe on me"
     And the lyrics from the previous chapter are from the songs "The
     first time always hurts" and "Dream here (with me)" by Oomph!, an
     extremely talented German rock band
     And special thanks to everyone who left Kudos on this work <3
“I’m not sure about this, Rafael.”
“Just relax.”
“Please... it just feels wrong...”
“Does this feel wrong too?”
Mokuba bit his lower lip as Rafael feasted on his loins, sucking vigorously at
his half-hard member as he buried his face in his groin. Mokuba desperately
tried to dry-hump the air, twitching and gasping beneath Rafael’s demanding
tongue as he ran his fingers through his lover’s hair.
He bridled another moan as his gaze drifted upwards...
Rafael, lifting his head slightly without interrupting to please Mokuba orally,
locked onto Mokuba’s gaze before narrowing his eyes at him. Mokuba’s cock slid
out of his mouth with an obscene plopping sound as he grabbed his thighs and
spread them even further.
Mokuba bit back a quiet yelp as Rafael hauled him onto his back.
“I said relax,” Rafael growled as he unbuckled his trousers.
“You’re hurting me,” whined Mokuba defiantly.
“And you’re unfocussed,” Rafael replied boldly, sealing Mokuba’s lips with a
kiss before he could have protested.
“It’s uncomfortable,” Mokuba moaned after breaking free from his lover’s
forceful lips.
“You should have gotten used to having sex in a car by now,” Rafael placed a
firm hand on Mokuba’s chest, restraining the boisterous and virile body easily
while he placed his youthful lover’s legs on his own shoulders. He smiled at
the writhing body in front of him as Mokuba shot him another pleading look.
Mokuba was so... tempting. He was stubborn and arrogant, yet compared to his
brother he was a loose cannon. Something hiding in the deepest depths of his
mind was spurring him on, pushing him forward, pushing him into Rafael’s arms,
always craving for more.
So easily aroused...
Mokuba barely shifted as Rafael started exploring his anal cavity with a slick
finger. And yet...
“What if anyone sees us?” Mokuba mumbled as his gaze was once again drawn
towards the car window.
“They won’t,” Rafael replied levelly as he pulled Mokuba’s ass upwards before
nuzzling his tender skin.
“I don’t want them to know...” Mokuba began but broke off in mid-sentence as
Rafael’s ruthless tongue bore into his body, penetrating his rosette.
“No one will know, alright?” Rafael replied visibly unnerved as his tongue
retreated, “The windows are shaded and reflective and the noise from the street
will drown out your moans. So you don’t even have to hold back...”
“Why does it have to be on astreet? Can’t we drive to a car park?” Mokuba
pressed on as he watched another passer-by disappearing from view.
Rafael sighed as he licked his anus playfully. “If you don’t want to get
dragged out and shagged on the engine bonnet you better shut up now.”
Mokuba dug his nails into the leather cover, stifling a hiss. Rafael had picked
him up right at the beginning of his lunch break and he’d been treated to a
coffee and a quick blow job in a hotel’s foyer. But even there he’d felt that
Rafael wasn’t relaxed. He was edgy and unusually quiet today. And whenever he
was in that kind of mood he was rough and ruthless...
“Please, use a condom,” Mokuba sighed as he felt Rafael’s stiff member pressing
into his body, “Seto’s set up another meeting for this afternoon and I have to
accompany him and I don’t want to feel you inside me all the time.”
“I don’t have one,” Rafael replied honestly, “And I’ll try to pull out in time,
okay?”
Mokuba rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around Rafael’s chest.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Rafael added dismissively. Mokuba recognized the
bottle Rafael retrieved from somewhere around floor level and winced as he felt
the olive oil trickling into his body.
Mokuba sighed crestfallen. “Stop it, it’s nearly empty now” he growled as he
felt the first drops oozing from his cramped anus as Rafael pulled out the
bottle again, “I don’t want to stain my clothes again...”
“Then try to keep it inside you,” Rafael smiled, his fingers combing through
Mokuba’s hair.
Mokuba sighed again, his head rolling into the nape of his neck. He watched
nervously another stranger approaching and held his breath as he slowed down
beside the car...
Mokuba winced and closed his eyes instinctively as he was flipped over and
pressed into the back of the rear bench seat. He reached for his cheek and felt
it burning beneath his touch.
Rafael had slapped him.
Mokuba looked over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of Rafael as he bore into
him, quickly picking up the pace.
Aggressive sex.
Mokuba had had enough sex with Rafael to know that he wasn’t gentle; he just
didn’t have it in him when he was ploughing him, his brawny body slamming into
him.
Yes, Rafael was sensitive and caring. But he wasn’t gentle.
And when he was stressed and under a lot of pressure (which he was on a regular
basis since he’d managed to become a company’s CEO) he unveiled the true
meaning behind sex.
Sex was violence, condensed and transformed into something more bearable.
But when Rafael shagged him Mokuba felt the spark inside, the pure aggression,
the lust born from hatred and anger.
Sex was tough.
Sex was painful.
Mokuba’s lips parted as his face was forced deeper into the back of the seat.
He gasped loudly, his hands searching for anything to hold on to before
clasping around Rafael’s haunches.
Mokuba felt his own neglected erection thrusting against the leather cover in
search for anything to begat.
Rafael’s hips were driven into his backside with a force Mokuba wasn’t used to;
he shivered beneath his lover’s touch as Rafael readjusted the grip on his
arms.
Mokuba suppressed a groan and panted while staring pleadingly over his own
shoulder.
“It...hurts...” he managed to mutter between Rafael’s brutal thrusts, “Slow
down...please...”
“I can’t,” groaned Rafael while catching his breath. The strange steamy hotness
that usually clung to his body when he was shagging Mokuba was worse than ever;
his sweaty skin felt disgusting. “I have a meeting in twenty minutes and taking
into account that I can’t shoot my load into you I’m going to need some extra
time for cleaning myself...”
“So I’m nothing more than a dirty sex-doll to you that conceals your cum?”
Mokuba snapped.
“And I don’t have time for that, either,” Rafael wheezed. He reached for
Mokuba’s throbbing member and stroked it with practised fingers.
“For what?”
“For an argument. Also, I’m not in the mood to discuss anything. You either
know what you mean to me or you don’t; it’s up to you.”
Mokuba panted heavily as he thrust into Rafael’s hand. He felt the pressure
growing, becoming too much for him before he gave in to the pressing urge and
came on Rafael’s fingers.
He was still catching his breath as Rafael pulled out to ejaculate onto his
invitingly pulsating anus and sweaty thighs.
Shamefully Mokuba rolled onto his back as he felt the hot lube dripping from
his stretched hole but failed to hide it from Rafael’s view.
“Can’t keep it in today...?” Rafael smirked while slapping Mokuba’s thighs.
They dressed in silence, shifting and jerking around awkwardly while trying to
get into their clothes. And a MC Stradale isn’t what you’d call spacious,
either...
“Can you take me home?”
Mokuba asked and turned to find the spot beside him unoccupied.
Rafael had already gotten out of the car, taking a deep breath of the fresh air
that didn’t smell of adolescence and hormone overdrive.
He watched the car door opening beside him and stroked Mokuba’s back tenderly
as he turned to face him.
Mokuba’s eyes widened at the sight of the building in front of them.
“We’re at the KaibaCorp headquarters?” he stammered unbelievingly.
“Correct,” Rafael replied while falling into a trot, “And if you don’t hurry up
you’re going to be late for the meeting you’ll be having with me.”
Mokuba stared at Rafael before running after him. He grabbed his hands and
pulled, causing Rafael to half-turn while stopping. He smiled observantly at
Mokuba.
“Just one more thing...” he mumbled before wrapping an arm around Rafael’s neck
and pulling him down to steal a kiss from his lips.
Rafael sighed, a hand brushing over Mokuba’s soft cheeks.
“You’re soppy.”
***** Secret *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"It's been a pleasure doing business with you."
The sounds of chairs being pushed back as their occupiers arose in the most
civilized manner possible.
"I'm confident that this will only be the beginning of a great future for both
of the parties involved. It's not often that I've had the privilege to make the
acquaintance of such an eloquent negotiant."
Fake smiles and good-natured businesslike etiquette.
Mokuba risked a glance at his brother shaking hands with Rafael, a man who a
few years ago had tried to kill both of them. But as long as the opportunity of
new profits dangled before Seto he would negotiate with everyone. And for some
reason this seemed wrong to Mokuba.
He'd felt a pang of guilt after sleeping with Rafael. Sure, he'd threatened to
blackmail Rafael and in the end he'd taken his money just because he'd felt
like it... But still it was sex for sale. And this, at least in the view of
most people, was wrong.
While selling pleasure to those who were in dire need of it (and God, Rafael
needed it!) was abominable selling your soul for money was etiquette and a sure
way to success.
And somehow that made Mokuba feel even worse...
"I'm looking forward to our next meeting," Seto stated firmly while showing
their business partner out.
Rafael smiled with obscene content.
"I'm certain it will proof to be even more fruitful than our first. You could
say that our oral proceedings have been pure delight so far."
Rafael nodded towards Mokuba who could have sworn he'd seen him winking.
Inevitably he blushed and stared at the carpet while the door closed almost
silently.
Mokuba was still staring at the conference room's door handle in bewilderment
as he sagged back against the spotlessly cleaned glass table.
He felt dirty, he felt sweaty and most of all he felt sick. He'd spent one and
a half hour listening to light conversation between his brother and the man who
shagged him behind his back.
He shook his head. He just wasn't cut out for this game of pretending.
Mokuba got up again dreamily and trudged over to the exit but froze in mid-
motion at his brother's words cutting painfully through the silence:
"A word with you in private. Please."
Obediently Mokuba followed him into a nearby office which was locked behind
them.
He bit down on his lower lip as his brother took a seat and glanced over the
papers in front of him languidly. An aware smile danced over his lips before
disappearing again behind the blunt iron mask that was Seto's face.
Seto eyed up his brother unemotionally. Mokuba felt every muscle in his body
tensing.
God, he knows, please God, no...
"I have to apologize for inviting you to this meeting, seeing that it has
caused you so much pain. I deeply regret subjecting you to this unpleasant
reunion."
Mokuba was almost shocked at the honesty and guilt resonating in Seto's voice.
"And I mean it when I say that I'm really sorry."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Mokuba lied half-heartedly.
Seto locked onto his brother's gaze and stared at him thoughtfully. Eventually
he treated him to a warm smile while resting his face in his palms.
"I give you credit for your stubbornness. That's an excellent trait of yours.
But also would be admitting your weaknesses."
Seto sighed and got up. His face was contorted with worry and a dash of pity.
"Don't give me that hurt look, I hate to see you like that."
Seto embraced Mokuba tightly, absent-mindedly stroking Mokuba's untameable hair
which he'd managed to tie into a loose ponytail.
"I should have told you in advance who our business partner was," Seto said,
"It must have come as a shock."
Mokuba felt inclined to nod but pulled himself together. "You worry too much,"
he replied and chuckled quietly as he escaped from his brother's grip.
"A quick exploratory research has shown nothing but I'll look into it again,"
Seto went on as Mokuba was about to unlock the door again, "Rafael is no one to
be trusted. Not with anything. He's as dangerous as he's loathsome."
"But you don't have to trust him to take his money," Mokuba chuckled but tried
not to make it sound like an insult.
"I don't like having him in my building," Seto growled while turning around to
face the large office's windows.
Mokuba chuckled again, trying hard to sound as light-headed and ignorant as
ever: "Neither do I like most of your business partners and their greedy
lawyers. But it's just something you have to live with."
If you want to be the filthy lucre's courtesan, a vicious little voice at the
back of his head added.
Sick of staring at his pondering brother any longer and mad at himself for
being so agitated Mokuba pushed the door open violently and darted out.
He wished he hadn't heard his brother mumbling absent-mindedly:
"I'm worried."
Worried.
If anyone had the right to be worried right now it was himself not Seto.
Though Mokuba was quite surprised that the super-protective freak that his big
brother was hadn't found out anything so far he knew that could change any
time. Which was definitely something to worry about.
And if only he could find a restroom in this stupid new wing he could at least
splash some water on his face because he felt hot and sticky and disgusting!
After kicking in several doors and slamming mostly all of them shut again he
finally found what he'd been looking for.
He stared at his own reflection without giving it much thought as he pulled out
the hair tie before burying his face in the cold water inside the washbasin.
He lifted his head again and snatched at the hand that had become entangled in
his hair.
"You needy little bastard, you're insatiable," Mokuba growled as Rafael covered
his jugular with kisses while ripping his shirt open.
"Well, I should think you know me by now," Rafael whispered longingly as his
hands darted for cover inside Mokuba's trousers.
But Mokuba shoved him away, tearing his lips free from Rafael's violent kiss.
"Not here, not now!" he ordered breathlessly while trying to regain his
composure.
"I don't want any of Seto's subordinates to find us here."
Rafael shrugged with mild disinterest, his lips busying themselves with
Mokuba's throat, leaving every inch of skin with a little love bite...
"I said not now!" roared Mokuba while pushing Rafael aside again, "No means
no!"
"Most of the time it means 'You have to prove yourself first' and almost every
time it means 'Buy me a drink first'."
"Well, you haven't done either of those things," spat Mokuba while washing his
face again.
"Au contraire," Rafael replied while embracing him tightly, "I have already
proven myself and you're too young to drink."
"I'm also too young to be a fat cat's sex toy," snapped Mokuba, "And I said I
don't want any staff member to walk in on us."
"It's your staff, tell them to keep their traps shut about it," Rafael said,
"You're in charge of them, right?"
"Just don't touch me, alright?" Mokuba hissed while turning to face him.
Rafael's calm and reassuring eyes melted away the remaining anger.
Mokuba sighed while pressing his face against his chest.
"Okay. No love hotel, no cheap motel; it's gonna be your hotel room and a quick
shower before and that's it for today. I'm sick of this place anyway."
Chapter End Notes
     Please excuse the chapter's shortness. I figured that if I included a
     smutty scene as well it would have been too long.
     And I hope you enjoyed what you read.
     More smut is coming soon.
***** In for a Penny... *****
Chapter Notes
     Alright, sorry folks. This update was really due! Sorry for the
     delay.
     Special thanks to JimmyHall for leaving comments.
     This chapter is a bit more about emotions and the hardships of
     relationships (don't we all know about it...)
Twenty minutes and lots of swearing due to the traffic jam later Rafael slammed
the door to his apartment shut. Mokuba cursed under his breath as he fumbled
with his tie, desperate to strip off his sweaty clothes as soon as possible.
“Make yourself at home,” Rafael said tenderly while strutting past him, his
suit landing heavily on the huge armchair, towering over a small working desk.
“I need a shower,” Mokuba announced before glaring at Rafael who had just
gotten comfortable on a rather tasteless leather sofa, “and so do you.”
Rafael locked onto his gaze; he smiled as Mokuba narrowed his eyes at him and
cocked a curios eyebrow in reply.
“I prefer you like this...” he said softly while reaching for a freshly poured
glass of brandy before patting the empty space beside him. “You smell so
nice...it makes matters a lot more exciting.”
“No. It just makes everything more sticky,” Mokuba sighed and slid the door to
the bathroom open.
“I’m going to hit the shower.”
Against his expectation Rafael appeared to be unfazed by his comment and
continued ignoring him. Annoyed by the lack of attention he was being paid
Mokuba added:
“And at least wash your cock before shoving it up my ass again. I don’t want to
feel dirty because of you.”
The water droplets hammered against Mokuba’s skull as he leaned against the
wall of the vast shower. He gasped as his skin brushed against the cold tiles;
yet their iciness was refreshing.
Mokuba felt that he needed to get a clear head and, most of all, a cool head.
He despised Rafael for his disrespect, he was mad at his brother for being the
root of his self-doubts and insecurities and most of all he hated himself for
being as stupid as he was.
He felt weak, he felt used and he felt terrible for feeling like this.
Effeminate.
He was Rafael’s little bitch after all...
Mokuba growled while drumming his fists at the wall, tears stinging his eyes
painfully as he withdrew his hurting hands.
Why? Just why did he even have to feel like this himself?
Was it because Rafael was top?
Mokuba cast his eyes at the floor while feeling the fingers feebly crawling up
his spine. He clawed at the hand as it settled between his shoulder blades.
“Piss off,” he hissed, his voice a distant rumble of thunder at the back of his
throat.
“You’re tense,” was all Rafael had to say to this.
“And you’re the last person on earth I want to see right now,” Mokuba snapped
while turning on his heel. He glowered at Rafael and flung the shampoo bottle
he’d clasped his fingers round at his chest.
It hit him with a deep thudding noise.
Rafael smirked before forcing himself upon Mokuba, ramming his tender back into
the tilled wall.
Mokuba bit down on his lower lip to keep himself from screaming in agony.
“It takes a lot to break you, doesn’t it?” Rafael’s lips escaped a quiet
chuckle as he glanced down on his poor little victim.
“Don’t flatter yourself, you couldn’t break me if you crushed every bone in my
body,” Mokuba replied unfazed.
Rafael was playing; he was always toying with Mokuba.
And Mokuba was playing hard to get.
A provocative glare here, a whispered insult there; either way they ended up
teasing and taunting each other.
But the mind games were what kept Mokuba on edge.
Rafael would only be properly satisfied if he could abuse his body and fuck
with his mind, wouldn’t he...?
“You’re no match for me,” Mokuba gasped as Rafael pressed his muscled chest
against his ribcage, thereby forcing all the air out of his lungs. But he’d
been prepared for situations like this one so long ago.
“My childhood was dominated by mind games between Seto our stepfather and me.
Don’t even think you can compete with that. And I’ve had worse, by God I’ve had
worse... physical abuse...mental abuse...fucked up things you wouldn’t endure a
minute...”
Rafael seemed to take no notice of Mokuba speaking whatsoever; instead he
busied himself with pumping up his own chest and watching his small lover
gasping for air.
“I told you I’ve had worse,” Mokuba snarled, his hands reinforcing their grip
on Rafael’s shoulders. Despite putting on an air of adamance, Rafael knew,
Mokuba was getting nervous.
“Unless I’ve been misinformed your stepfather didn’t indulge in erotic
asphyxiation of any kind, so unless you and your brother have that kind of
relationship I’ve kind of learned to expect from Japanese siblings I’m sure I
can show you something very special...”
Rafael mused, running his fingers through Mokuba’s wet and scruffy hair, “Think
you can take it?”
Mokuba wheezed pitifully but stood up straight and fazed Rafael with unyielding
determination.
“What makes you think I’m ready to get ploughed by you again?” Mokuba asked but
hissed with unwanted pleasure as Rafael’s fingers brushed against his rock-hard
erection.
Mokuba bit down on his lower lip and groaned inwardly.
He felt like he was losing his mind but it felt good. Or this was just the
hypoxia speaking...
“Okay. Show me what you’ve got.”
Rafael treated Mokuba to a sickly sweet smile as he increased the pressure on
his delicate ribcage. He leaned down, nibbling on his little lover’s neck
before tenderly whispering into his ear:
“Perhaps some other day...”
Having said that he stepped back unexpectedly and caught Mokuba in mid-fall as
he collapsed.
Mokuba coughed and gasped as he desperately fought for air; still he kicked
Rafael’s shin and slid onto all fours on the tiled floor.
“You’re the most self-centred selfish motherfucker I’ve ever met in my whole
life,” Mokuba roared as he got his voice back; he squirmed to sit on his
haunches.
“And that’s something coming from Seto Kaiba’s younger brother,” Rafael added
while rubbing his hurting shin. Inside that barely muscular teenage body,
Rafael knew, raged the strength and aggression of a sex-starved maniac.
“You like to think you’re a charmer, transforming your little maiden into a
debauched whore. Well, I’m neither of it!”
The fact that his voice had risen to an awkward shrieked only fed Mokuba’s fury
and shame; he stormed out of the shower and darted into the bedroom, closing
his eyes and folding his arms in front of his chest.
“I know that you’re not my little toy,” Rafael said and probably even meant it
as he closed the bedroom door and sat down on the edge of the bed, patting the
empty space beside him invitingly, “You’re an over-sexed and under-fucked
teenager with a devious smile and a perfect ass. And I’m here to please and
spoil you.”
“I’m...” Mokuba began but was cut off by Rafael who shushed him and placed a
hand over his mouth.
“You can either shut up or finally live out that rape-fantasy where you’re
abused and fucked senseless by one of your brother’s business partners,” Rafael
interjected and smirked, “Or was that only my fantasy?”
Mokuba growled barely audible. But it wasn’t the thundering growl of refusal
Rafael had learned to recognize before Mokuba lashed out. No, it was the
purring of a cat; a feral cat perhaps but definitely something small and
fluffy; and it would eat right out of the palm of your hand if you treated it
right...
Yeah, there was the little feral glint in Mokuba’s eyes, the mad glitter of
excitement.
He lunged at Rafael, who collapsed onto the bed beneath his weight, to lock his
jaw around the muscular flesh on Rafael’s chest, gnawing at his collar bone in
annoyance.
A hiss escaped Rafael’s lips. Feline and feral indeed...
Rafael ruffled Mokuba’s hair tenderly, his fingers running down the back of his
head before they indulged in caressing his spine. The young and soft skin
shivered beneath his touch and Mokuba purred delightfully.
Oh, Rafael knew exactly how to work his hands around Mokuba; a light touch
between his shoulder blades here, a soft stroke behind his ear there... and the
wild beast would be tame as it had fallen under his spell.
Mokuba breathed in deeply as he scrambled up to straddle Rafael. He purred with
pleasure as he sucked and nibbled on Rafael’s jugular, giving the throbbing
veins on the surface an occasional playful bite.
The adrenaline was rushing once again through his veins, he was in charge and
he felt it, he knew that he was in charge over his body and mind. The gnawing
self-doubts and fears had dissolved and now he was back on top of the world.
Or just on top of Rafael, but that would suffice for now.
Mokuba ground his hips against Rafael’s, pushing and dominating the stronger
body underneath. Rafael’s skin was hot, his skin was always so hot and steamy
but right now it felt better than ever because it felt so real to the touch and
the strong musky smell surrounding Rafael just topped it off.
As though he was under the control of pheromones Mokuba was riding Rafael’s
loins, his stiff member chafing against the pulsing flesh towering proudly
between his friend’s thighs.
And he wanted more, he wanted so much more...
Rafael’s lips contorted into a self-contented grin.
To Mokuba it was a blur in which Rafael was all around him, heated skin gliding
over twitching limbs as Rafael managed in one swift movement to position Mokuba
beneath him. Mokuba sighed, squirming and shivering with dissatisfaction as he
was rolled onto his stomach with his neglected erect limb poking the soft
mattress reluctantly.
“What are you doing?” Mokuba almost whined as Rafael reinforced the grip on his
lover’s haunches.
“Something special,” Rafael whispered tenderly. He giggled.
Mokuba held his breath, his limbs frozen in astonishment at the sensation of
Rafael’s tongue giving his anus an experimental lick before rasping mercilessly
over it.
***** Not fair *****
Finally Mokuba gasped, still trembling at the sensation.
He hadn’t done anything like this before. Not even coming close.
He’d had the odd quick shag in a public restroom; he’d had dirty, sweaty, hour-
long sex in love hotels;
But having his current sex-partner licking his asshole and penetrating him with
his tongue was something completely different.
And it felt...
Well, to be honest, Mokuba had to admit that it felt more than great, it was a
mind-blowing sensation. The touch of his dripping tongue was so soft and hot
and wet and much more sensual than just having Rafael cramming his dick in.
Small beads of sweat formed on Mokuba’s twitching skin, he felt the sweat
running down his thighs wherever they came in touch with Rafael’s fingers. His
buttcheeks vibrated, clenching agitatedly whenever Rafael drove his tongue into
Mokuba’s tight hole.
The feeling was new to Mokuba and it had shook him to the core; he felt warm
and light as a feather, the fluffy-pink thoughts of easiness clouding his mind
as his body, his shell lay on the bed and received the most pleasant oral
treatment while his soul had the chance to catch a glimpse of what a real, pure
and unearthly climax felt like.
With the tension draining from his muscles Mokuba sagged deeper into the
sheets, his hands gripping the soft linen as though his fall hadn’t stopped
now. But it had stopped; he’d seen heaven and beyond, his mind had drifted
through space and he’d felt good, oh so Goddamn good and satisfied.
He coughed lightly before breathing in deeply, tilting his head backwards to
feel the fresh and considerably cool air on his face again.
His fingers were clammy and numb.
Rafael’s soft tongue circled around Mokuba’s anus, drawing closer and closer
before dipping delightfully into his hot and vulnerable cavity. Mokuba howled
sweetly, his lips aquiver. His hips pumped and ground against the mattress as
his cock hardened in anticipation.
He felt Rafael’s hot breath barely on his sweaty skin as Rafael lifted his
head.
“No, don’t stop!” Mokuba yelped and gripped the blanket desperately while half
turning to face Rafael, “Please, don’t stop!”
“You’re already close and dripping all over the sheets,” Rafael replied, his
voice dark and soft like honeydew honey.
“Don’t stop now,” Mokuba wheezed. His right hand lashed out and gripped
Rafael’s fingers painfully tightly, “You can’t stop now...”
“You can’t always come first,” Rafael remarked bluntly while grabbing his own
member and massaging some life into the tender organ writhing nervously in his
fingers.
Under different circumstances Mokuba would have enjoyed the show, it was
something Rafael always did; pleasing himself manually, letting his youthful
friend watch him masturbating shamelessly in front of him.
Teaching him how to do it properly.
Watch and learn.
Mokuba grabbed the sheets with his fists.
No, not now!
“I won’t,” Mokuba begged and promised childishly, “I’ll wait for you, I’ll hold
back but please don’t stop now.”
Rafael treated Mokuba to a scrutinizing stare. He enjoyed seeing him like this,
so needy and desperate, dependent on his attention and addicted to his special
care. Oh, how cute and reproachful the little boy, yes he was a boy, a spoilt
and lewd little boy, positioned himself before him, staring at his experienced
friend’s throbbing member longingly.
Nevertheless...
“Fine...” Rafael sighed. A trifle quieter he added: “We both know that it’s not
gonna happen anyway...”
Mokuba shivered and gasped as Rafael’s practised tongue rasped over his
delicate skin, he felt his warm spit slowly dribbling into his body as he tried
to ease the way for the tongue’s next intrusion. His body was hot and twitchy
and yet he’d never felt so at ease before, totally enraptured and still getting
hornier.
And Rafael pleased him so self-sacrificingly, every touch, every lick and nip
had its sole purpose in gratifying his teenage lust.
Mokuba almost choked while coughing; Rafael had rammed his tongue into his
saliva-moistened anus again and stretched him playfully.
Mokuba looked over his shoulder and watched in silence the shock of blond hair
moving rhythmically between his buttcheeks and a pair of hands grabbing his
soft buttocks and giving it a firm squeeze.
He bit his lower lip.
He had to ask.
“What does it...taste like...?” Mokuba quavered. Rafael barely lifted his gaze
before working his way over Mokuba’s pulsating tender spots again.
“I mean...down there... I...”
“It tastes very much like you,” Rafael replied to cut a long story short. He
gasped and breathed on the sweaty flesh lightly. “Intensely and very much like
you... and salty.”
Mokuba sighed and let his head sink back into the linen heavily.
He’d never wanted to cum so badly...
“You’re doing a good job so far,” Rafael wheezed, indicating Mokuba’s self-
effacement. Mokuba really did last longer than he would have given him credit
for.
“So do you,” Mokuba replied and couldn’t bite back a chuckle.
Rafael spat and levigated the ‘natural lube’ with his lips. Still pumping his
throbbing cock with his hands excitedly he was becoming more and more agitated.
He was denied his pleasure, he was trying to give his friend’s ass the best
attendance he’d ever had and therefore had to wait, wait his turn.
Again there was a gasp. And a chuckle
“You think that’s funny?” he growled under his breath.
Mokuba couldn’t help it and started giggling uncontrollably. It was either the
nervousness which always washed over Mokuba right before his climax or the
realization that he was so horny that he was technically brain-dead right now.
Either way, Rafael felt, it was more than justified to blow a fuse.
He got up quickly, pinning Mokuba down onto the bed with one foot to give his
neglected hard-on the space and attention it’s been denied. Then his free hand
darted at the bedside table and retrieved his keys.
Only now Mokuba noticed the strangely shaped keychain dangling from it.
“Do you know what it is?” Rafael panted, his proud erection thrusting
rhythmically into his hands.
Mokuba bit his lower lip and shook his head. The pressure put on his own stiff
member made it impossible for him to speak.
“Do you want to know?” Rafael asked. Which was, of course, a rhetorical
question.
Mokuba yelped at the sudden anal intromission and crept deeper into the sheets
as Rafael fingered his slick ass and pushed the vibrating intruder further into
his gaping hole.
It was pulled out immediately, followed by a dissatisfied grunt from Mokuba,
before violently going all the way in again.
Mokuba felt his insides vibrating around the soft und writhing thing, he felt
his blood pulsing and his stuffed cavity clenching as the first drops of his
cum sprayed the sheets.
He held his breath while vigorously humping the mattress before he finally
climaxed almost soundlessly.
Then, the lewd hotness still running through his veins he bucked up and rubbed
his leaking ass against Rafael’s thighs, pushing back further until he felt the
determined pressure of his hard cock.
Rafael crammed it in with just a grunt to indicate the following penetration,
ploughing Mokuba hard and fast until he finally ejaculated into him, retrieving
his veiny cock while his hot cum was still gushing out and cascading over his
sweat-covered buttocks..
There was silence before both of them dared to sigh, satisfied and relieved.
The flood had receded. (Even from Mokuba’s still gaping hole...)
Mokuba panted.
His muscles felt limp and overstrained. In the aftershock of the orgasm his
limbs were still numb.
Rafael flipped Mokuba onto his back to lie down beside him.
Mokuba tried glowering at him but it failed to have the desired effect. He sat
up, cursing, and pushed the thick strands of dark hair out of his face.
“Well, I could have guessed what it was...” Mokuba mumbled eventually after
treating Rafael’s special key chain to a scrutinizing glare. “A pocket vibrator
on a key chain disguised as an oversized strawberry. Who comes up with these
ideas?”
“Someone in dire need of something special to surprise his little lover with,”
Rafael whispered sweetly.
“Anyway, everything’s so sexualized these days,” Mokuba said as Rafael cradled
him in his arms, “A strawberry’s a strawberry and a sex toy a sex toy.”
“A real strawberry wouldn’t make a good sex toy, you’d squash it in a minute,”
Rafael added nonchalantly, “Though your ass with that cute plaything and my
juices in it really gives ‘strawberries and cream’ an excitingly different
meaning...”
Having said that Rafael bent down to rest his head on Mokuba’s shoulder before
nibbling on his ear.
“Ready for round number two?” he proposed while digging his hands into Mokuba’s
tender flesh between his thighs.
“You randy bastard, you’re insatiable,” Mokuba groaned but chuckled
nonetheless, “And now lay off. I’ve had enough for today.”
“Well, I haven’t,” Rafael replied bluntly, “And if you don’t want me to rape
you in ten minutes or so you better put on some clothes or else you can’t deny
that you’ve seduced me. Lying with that perfect little ass on my bed, begging
for more...”
His voice had dropped to a softer tone and Mokuba, despite himself, chuckled.
Rafael couldn’t scare him, not any more. Though Mokuba knew that Rafael liked
to baffle him, to make him feel uncomfortable and uneasy about himself, he was
no longer able to achieve what he wanted.
Mokuba had grown accustomed to it. And having him talk like this was kind of
intimate, too.
It was their code.
“I’m having a quick shower before giving it, that is to say your cute little
backside should I find it bare and invitingly uncovered, another try,” Rafael
said while rising from the warm bed and heading for the door.
“Your use of herbal Viagra is going to kill you one day,” Mokuba chuckled.
“I don’t need sexual enhancement products, it’s just my natural sex drive,”
Rafael explained coldly.
“Nothing about your sex drive is natural,” Mokuba replied and sighed with
exhaustion.
Rafael smiled proudly, unable to hide his satisfaction. He really was pushing
Mokuba’s limits.
And Mokuba let himself get pushed by him, one way or another.
Anyway, as if the little sex-starved devil wasn’t gagging for it...
The door slammed and Mokuba was left to his blank mind and shaking extremities.
He felt drained and weak and so bloody tired.
He’d have to thank Rafael for taking him with him right away which granted him,
after all those weeks of late-night trysts and quickies at ungodly hours,
finally a good night’s sleep.
And he was already half asleep and would have dozed off any minute if it hadn’t
been for Rafael’s damn phone ringing right beside his head at the small bedside
table.
Oh, the worst melody anyone should wake up to...
...It’s not fair and I think you’re really mean
I think you’re really mean
I think you’re really mean
Oh, you’re supposed to care but you never make me scream...
Mokuba got up into a kneeling position and whacked Rafael’s phone off the
table. It fell silent as it disassembled on the floor.
He sank back into the bed, disgruntled because of the sleep he’d been denied
and upset by the sickeningly tasteless music.
As he’d learned before subtlety wasn’t one of Rafael’s traits.
The door opened and Mokuba stared straight ahead, his gaze at the same level
with Rafael’s groin.
Rafael came closer. He paused in front of the bed.
His damn feral instincts had picked up on the change in Mokuba’s mood, didn’t
they?
Mokuba’s stare sunk and settled around floor level.
“Open your mouth,” Rafael whispered.
Mokuba refused to move but cocked an eyebrow at him before staring at thesoda
can he was offered. “Out of the fridge. Should help you to cool down.”
Mokuba grabbed the open can without a word. He barely spilt its content as the
can swayed in his hand.
“Something the matter?” Rafael asked before eventually following Mokuba’s gaze.
He bent down to pick up the remnants of his mobile, putting it back together
automatically.
“Phone’s been ringing,” Mokuba grumbled sullenly. He evaded Rafael’s stare and
cursed under his breath as he sat up in bed.
He drank in total silence before setting the beverage can down on the bedside
table as quietly as possible.
Still the sound pierced his ears and kept ringing in his skull.
The mattress shifted beneath Rafael’s weight as he took a seat beside Mokuba
who barely turned as he slammed his hand against his chest to push him away.
“You’re a terrible indelicate bastard,” Mokuba snapped lamely before slapping
Rafael again.
Rafael gripped his wrist and smiled tenderly at Mokuba, pure relaxation
radiating from his face.
This wasn’t serious; this was a pseudo-domestic quarrel.
And Rafael knew why he’d never married...
“I take it you don’t like my ringtone?” Rafael asked and chuckled at the bitter
glare to which Mokuba treated him.
“Don’t your subordinated complain about you, you stupid bastard?” Mokuba
sighed, “You’re the worst superior I can imagine. You’re...”
Mokuba broke off. Rafael was still smiling benevolently.
“Don’t hold your fire. As you were saying, I am...?”
“You’re an insensitive prick lacking any possible discretion; you’re tasteless,
disrespectful, extremely possessive and despotically. You humiliate me, subdue
me and sexualize everything. Even now you’re leering at me,” Mokuba took a deep
breath before raising his voice: “And if you’ve really put what I think you put
into that soda can before offering it me, you’re going to regret it!”
Rafael sighed with amusement while ruffling Mokuba’s hair tenderly.
He knew that the aphrodisiac was already taking effect, indicated by Mokuba’s
soft and shy panting and sudden stiffness in his limbs. Well, especially one
particular limb...
“I don’t think I’m going to regret this...” he whispered softly into Mokuba’s
ear as he embraced the barely resisting body tightly, “I think I’m going to
enjoy this.”
Rafael pushed Mokuba back into the bed and pinned him down with his weight as
he sat down on his thighs.
“And as for your criticism... I think you have every right to speak your mind.
But don’t forget...” Rafael reached down, wrapping his hands about Mokuba’s
before seductively sucking at his forefinger,
“You chose to be mine.”
***** ToyBoy *****
Chapter Notes
     Lots of dirty-talk and a bit smut. The chapter turned out to be too
     long and had to be split.
     Next one is going to be even smuttier.
     BTW: the reference in the previous chapter was, as you may have
     guessed, Lilly Allen's 'Not Fair'.
     Personally, I adore this song for being bold without being graphic
     (something I'm definitely NOT!)
His lips were pressed together firmly. His eyes looked empty, his gaze seemed
distant and hollow as he tried to force a gentle smile onto his lips.
Mokuba found his eyes drawn to the grey sky waiting outside this boring
conference room.
He hated rainy days. And these meetings always got on his nerves so easily.
This time was no exception.
Lots of shaking hands, exchanging meaningless nods, ignorant smiles...
Mokuba failed to pay attention as always, he just wasn’t cut out for this.
Another half hearted smile as he felt the eyes of yet another CEO resting on
him.
But that was it, wasn’t it?
Smiling and nodding and trying not to space out too soon when you simply didn’t
understand a single word of the lecture given in front of you.
What a waste of time. If it wasn’t for a worthy cause...
He felt a warm hand nestling against the soft skin of his thighs through the
thin fabric of his trousers.
Mokuba grasped Rafael’s fingers gingerly. Out of the corner of his eyes he
noticed Rafael’s businessman-like benevolent grin.
And yet it was more than reassuring to have him by his side.
Mokuba was his little treasure.
And a treat for the other members of the meeting.
Mokuba’s company was highly valued by Rafael and apparently a number of CEOs he
had been introduced to. CEOs who weren’t au fait with the name KaibaCorp or its
important role within the IT sector. All they saw was a pleasant boy, pretty as
a picture, a businessman’s protégé who had been taught to sit still, smile and
behave. And they could just imagine how he’d be rewarded for that.
Eye candy.
Mokuba was dragged around by Rafael as his toy-boy, his high class playmate and
was kind enough to let his fellow business-partners in crime catch a glimpse of
the gorgeous company he enjoyed. Mokuba was eyecandy, sitting neatly beside
Rafael to lighten the mood in the conference rooms and making matters for
negotiating partners far more pleasant.
Having a pretty face to gaze at while discussing business matters and the
prospect of giving the pretty boy’s well shaped ass a firm squeeze during an
unobserved moment...
Mokuba trusted Rafael and he was eternally grateful for knowing that he could
trust him. He knew that Rafael would never let any of those filthy fat cats
have him just to press ahead with negotiations.
No, it was always ‘look but don’t touch’.
Rafael patronised him and guided his every steps. He marked his territory
unapologetically. Mokuba was his, he belonged to him. They knew he owned him.
Either as rent-boy or office whore.
Mokuba sighed quietly as his gaze was drawn to the lusty stare of an old fat
cat.
Still, he couldn’t decide whether the whole thing was exciting or disgusting.
Probably both.
Mokuba’s fingers entwined with Rafael’s as he intensified his grip on his hand.

He was once more lost in thought, hovering high above the skyscrapers in the
dark clouds, feeling the drops of cold rain on his skin, gazing at the
darkening surroundings.
Absorbed in his daydreams he leaned his head against Rafael’s shoulder, who
found his hand reaching for the neat but untameable hair cascading down his
chest.
Rafael smiled benignly, lowering his head as he whispered: “Didn’t get enough
sleep last night, eh?”
Due to the distracting coughs and muffled laughter he figured that he hadn’t
been speaking as quietly as he thought he did.
Mokuba lifted his head and looked straight ahead, eyes fixed on the dark clouds
as he gritted his teeth and kept the blush from rising. He felt the stares
prickling on his skin.
Oh, how all of a sudden their eyes were alive with lust as they grazed upon his
body.
Mokuba longed for the liberating “That’s all for today now, I’m afraid,” and
how his heart beat with anticipation as the chairs got pushed back and he could
finally stretch his hurting legs.
He wandered over to the window, waiting for the aged participants to hand-shake
their way out as he waited for Rafael to cease chatting with his colleagues.
Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Rafael smiling bemusedly; his smile added
lecherousness to the otherwise spotless air of a prudent tradesman. And it
caused Mokuba to get weak in the knees as well...
“I heard some very nice comments about you today,” Rafael said as he guided
Mokuba’s steps through the underground car park.
“Nothing new I suppose,” Mokuba chuckled.
“Do you want to hear them, too?” Rafael went on while taking off his jacket.
“All of them?” Mokuba replied cheekily, “in a nutshell.”
“You’re a gorgeous little devil with a pretty mouth and an ever prettier ass,
both being the centre of attention and all kinds of pleasures. Though they’re
still getting their hopes up that I might pass you on to them which, of course,
is out of the question.”
Having said that, Rafael nuzzled Mokuba’s neck before tucking him into his
seat. “Either way they couldn’t afford that. You’re the crème de la crème.”
“You just say that because you want to fill me with your hot cream ‘till I’m
dripping all over,” Mokuba remarked. Rafael’s hand came down hard on Mokuba’s
thigh before it nestled towards his crotch.
“I never realized what a sex-starved monster I’ve created,” Rafael sighed. He
adjusted the rear mirror before starting the car.
“What’s wrong?” Mokuba wondered out loud.
Rafael shrugged. “Why would you think that something was the matter?”
“You look strained,” Mokuba said touching Rafael’s cheeks thoughtfully and
caressing his sideburns, “Something’s bugging you. I just know it.”
Again Rafael shrugged. There was his strained breathing again as he took in the
darkening sky. He seemed to ponder quietly.
“Come on, tell me,” Mokuba teased. His hands travelled further downward, only
stopping to unbuckle Rafael’s belt. He took in a deep breath, sucking in
Rafael’s musky scent, “Or do you want to give me my daily load of your thick
cream first?”
“I’m too distracted while driving, save it for later,” Rafael shoved Mokuba’s
hand back into his own lap.
“But I can still make you horny,” Mokuba whispered before nibbling on his ear.
“My colleagues are sick bastards. Most of them anyway,” Rafael remarked after a
while.
“That’s coming from the one wearing cufflinks matching the vibrator he’s given
me as a present. Don’t think I haven’t noticed,” Mokuba snapped while reaching
for the jacket hanging over Rafael’s neck rest. “They may be 23 carat but it’s
sick. And don’t tell me again that it’s easier to clean.”
Once again Rafael shrugged.
“It’s a different kind of sickness,” he said, “They congratulated me on my
well-bred nephew and asked whether I was already breeding him myself.”
“That’s... disgusting,” Mokuba mumbled after feeling his stomach churn.
“Mh...” Rafael agreed and nodded.
“Still, I’m surprised to find you put off by that,” Mokuba went on.
“I’m not really into incest,” Rafael explained, “Mind you I don’t have any
close relatives still alive so I can’t even try it and see if I like it.”
Mokuba held his breath out of pure irritation over Rafael’s tactlessness.
“That was in very poor taste,” he replied at last.
“I know,” Rafael sighed, “Sorry for that. Either way I can’t bring myself to
like incest porn. Does nothing for me, really.
“It’s exciting because it’s forbidden,” Mokuba babbled before adding
sheepishly, “I guess.”
“It’s not forbidden it’s just...” Rafael waved his hand vaguely before resting
it on the car wheel again, “It’s unerotic, that’s what it is. It’s not in the
least way a turn-on. I just can’t see what some people see in it.”
“I’m not into...” Mokuba began but broke off.
“I know,” Rafael reassured him lamely, “The idea of Kaiba indulging in any kind
of sexual activity is simply...”
Mokuba shrugged.
He’d never given it any thought. He didn’t know whether his brother was frigid
or simply asexual. He’d never cared for it. Seto was there for him, he’d looked
after him like a parental substitute. But like with real parents you didn’t
really want to know what was going on once the bedroom door was closed.
Half an hour later they had checked into a new hotel and were just about to put
the honeymoon suit’s bed to a test.
“Why does it always have to be the honeymoon suit?” Mokuba asked as he ripped
open Rafael’s shirt. He gasped as Rafael drew a long and intimate kiss from his
lips while disposing of his own pants.
“Did you see the look the reception had shot me? Did you?” Mokuba struggled for
air and sank back into the mattress, breathing heavily.
“She probably suspected you of warming up the sheets for my wife who’d arrive
later on,” Rafael replied smugly, “Or you’ve just come with me for
‘practising’.”
“You know what?” Mokuba groaned under the weight of Rafael, “I don’t give a
damn about what she thinks.”
Rafael pushed his knees upwards thereby separating Mokuba’s legs until the soft
and warm flesh of his groin lay bare before his pulsing manhood.
“No, please,” Mokuba whispered, “My neck still hurts from yesterday. Let’s try
something else.” Rafael shifted, rolling Mokuba onto his side before grasping
him tightly.
“What do you have in store for me today?” Mokuba asked meekly. He rubbed his
ample buttcheeks against Rafael’s stiffy.
“Sex in the shower?” Rafael suggested.
Mokuba sighed concerned.
“You know how long it takes my hair to dry,” he said before suggesting, “We
could drive to the park for a discreet quickie.”
“You’d catch a cold in that weather”, Rafael shook his head, “Beside we’ve just
checked in and it’s warm and cosy.” He sat up. “There are some candles in the
top drawer of the bedside table.”
“Not wax play,” Mokuba complained, “It took ages to comb out of my hair.”
“69?” Rafael asked rubbing his proud erection nervously. He was getting edgy,
the pressure between his legs painfully intensifying. And worst of all Mokuba
was in one of his cheeky moods and wanted to be courted.
“We did that just yesterday morning,” Mokuba replied in a rather childish tone
of voice, “And you didn’t like it much.”
“Because you stopped sucking me off as soon as you had been served yourself,
you selfish little bastard,” Rafael growled, growing more and more impatient
while pleasing himself.
“Anyway I want you to cream my ass,” Mokuba whispered seductively. He rolled
onto his stomach his hands squeezing the soft skin of his own buttocks, tugging
at it and forcing it slowly and to Rafael’s annoyance most pleasurably apart.
“What about the backwards turtle in the rain?” Mokuba suggested, “You always
tell me about it but we’ve never tried that one.”
“We can’t do that,” pushing the sweat soaked hair out of his face, “We’d need
two hubcaps, a hose and lots of lube.”
“Do you have any toys for me?” Mokuba wondered out loud. Rafael gave this some
thought and looked over to the briefcase he’d flung onto the carpet.
“A penis harness,” he replied after due consideration.
“You always buy them your own size, they never fit me,” Mokuba almost cut him
off, “You need to get one with rubber rings.
“And an anal speculum,” Rafael went on, ignoring Mokuba’s protest.
“That’s for foreplay,” Mokuba groaned, “and it’s more fun for you than for me.
I’m not getting turned on by you staring at my ass, I want you to stick
something in.”
Mokuba’s voice had dropped to a wail.
“Well then...” Mokuba wheezed, thrusting his hips impatiently against the
mattress.
“What?” shouted Rafael unnerved.
“Surprise me,” Mokuba demanded.
“Oh, you’ll be in for a surprise,” Rafael’s growled while grabbing Mokuba’s
head and forcing it towards his groin.
He shoved his twitching cock between Mokuba’s soft lips before yanking at his
hair to drive it in deeper. Mokuba tried to dislodge the dripping intruder and
coughed violently but Rafael clasped his hands around his throat and squeezed
until he felt his own cock through the thin skin stretching over it. Muffled
gagging noises escaped Mokuba’s abused throat as it was brutally penetrated.
Mokuba was about to scream and gripped Rafael’s arm in fear when all of a
sudden he got pushed away by his shoulders, his thorax now enjoyably free.
“That’s...too far...” he heard Rafael mumbling as he attended irritated to his
throbbing member “Either way I don’t want you to be sick all over me.”
“That was...surprising,” Mokuba mumbled eventually.
They exchanged glances timidly at first before they both noticed the tension
draining from the opposite’s face.
Finally both of them couldn’t help laughing out loud.
Rafael got to his feet slightly swaying. He fumbled with his erect manhood
awkwardly before leaving for the luxurious living room with the small kitchen.
“You don’t need to spike my drink with aphrodisiacs,” Mokuba replied, “oddly
enough I’m still rock hard even though you tried to suffocate me.”
“Asphyxiation can be really stimulating when done properly,” Rafael replied
from the other room, “And I needn’t use any artificial stimulants.”
What followed were muffled thuds accompanied by short scraping sound just like
knife cutting on a plastic surface.
Curious, Mokuba sat up.
“Cooking isn’t foreplay,” he teased and couldn’t suppress a quiet giggle.
“I take you’ve never been to France then,” Rafael replied his nearing footsteps
indicating that he was returning to their love nest.
Mokuba stared at the neatly cut-up vegetable chunks.
“Chilli peppers?” Mokuba asked wonderingly.
“A natural aphrodisiac,” Rafael replied as he sat down beside him one hand
still clasping the chopping board.
“I don’t like the taste,” Mokuba said falling back into his petulant immature
behaviour.
“Little boys should eat their vegetables,” Rafael mocked him, “Now open up.”
Rafael, oblivious to the fact that he’d touched a nerve by treating him like a
child, barely tried to suppress a chuckle as Mokuba folded his arms in front of
his chest and glowered at him. As he stuck out his tongue Rafael made sure that
he placed a small chunk of chilli pepper on it.
Though the concept of getting hand fed by Rafael excited him, Mokuba swallowed
the chunk before spitting. “It tastes gross, “he complained: “Aww and now my
tongue is burning.”
“Come on, open your mouth.”
Mokuba’s lips parted obediently and he stuck out his tongue to find another
chilli pepper placed on it.
“And now: Try not to swallow it,” Rafael instructed him as his cock followed
the vegetable into the pulsing fleshy cavity.
Mokuba sucked Rafael’s dick expertly his swollen tongue capping around the
chilli pepper as it worked its way up and down Rafael’s length.
“It’s getting bigger,” Mokuba remarked awe resonating in his excited teenage
voice before he helped himself to some more peppers. The chunks rasped over
Rafael’s throbbing cock and Mokuba enjoyed the sweet hisses of his aroused
partner. Pleasure and pain doubled in his vocal chords and produced the
coarsest horniest and oestrus-inducing growl mankind had ever been forced to
listen to. And with every breath drawn it intensified grew louder and more
threatening.
Rafael was already close to coming into his mouth and the only thing from
saving him from ejaculating early was the cool air clinging to his cock as he
pulled it from Mokuba’s mouth forcefully.
The saliva coating his manhood, now slowly cooling down, sent shivers down his
spine.
He held out his hand. “Okay...now spit.”
Mokuba looked back and forth between Rafael’s fingers and his despite his
arousal complacent face. Having decided on obeying he dislodged the chilli
peppers as civilised as possible, one by one, before licking Rafael’s hand
tenderly. Rafael forced him onto his stomach, one hand pressed flat against his
stomach before pulling him upwards and onto all fours. Mokuba glanced over his
shoulder worriedly.
“No, no...no, don’t...!”
Mokuba shut his eyes tightly and grabbed the sheets as he felt the bits of
chilli pepper entering his anal cavity the way they had left his mouth, one by
one.
***** Asphyxiation *****
"It burns," he whined, quivering and shaking at the strange sensation of Rafael
rubbing the last chunk over his sweet, pink anus playfully. "Please, I don't
want this…it feels weird…"
Rafael shoved the last chunk in, his thump pressing forward until Mokuba's cute
entrance had closed around it again. Though he felt the resistance from within.
"No, you don't," Rafael grabbed his own cock and crammed it into Mokuba's firm
ass while slowly his thump retrieving. Mokuba gasped, tightening around
Rafael's thick manhood involuntarily.
"Stop pushing like that," he complained his knuckles whitening as they
increased their grip on the sheets, "Your cock is so swollen it hurts."
"Your ass keeps sucking me in, don't tell me you're not enjoying it," Rafael
grunted while pulling Mokuba's backside higher to deliver deeper and more
intense thrusts. "You wanted me to cream your ass," Rafael said. He ruffled
Mokuba's hair affectionately and sighed at the wails escaping his small
friend's lips, "I'm not going to hold back, I know you're waiting for my hot
load inside you."
Rafael nuzzled Mokuba's neck, pulling him towards his chest while literally
impaling him.
"I want you to make me feel good," Mokuba complained, instantly cursing himself
for his pathetic babbling.
What a cliché.
His partner was ruthless and hot-blooded seme while he was the fragile, small,
soft-hearted uke.
Either way he was too stubborn to back down now.
Rafael slowed down. His violent penetration transformed into deep and
passionate thrusts.
"You're selfish," Mokuba pressed on, his voice now pathetically boyish, "You've
set my intestines on fire, just for your own pleasure, why I can't even jack-
off because your weight would crush me. I want to come too…but I'm not even
half hard."
"You're just as selfish as ever," Mokuba bit his lower lip.
Right, his sarcastic side added, proof to him that you're not just a little
boy, depending on him. Oh, right I forgot you can't because that's what you
are. Without him you can't even handle your own arousal.
Rafael pulled Mokuba closer, his insatiable cock still churning inside of him.
"I know, it's my own fault," he whispered seductively, "I've been spoiling you,
you're used to something better and I'd love to show you something thoroughly
stimulating, but…" and then he kissed his neck, "I don't know if you can bear
it."
Mokuba arched his back and thrust out his rear end. Slowly he got accustomed to
the feeling of the tickling bits of vegetable. Though it wasn't much of a turn-
on, at least not to him.
"Depends on my fee," Mokuba replied at last as the little part of him that was
a loose cannon broke through.
"It's no game this time," Rafael replied. He sounded concerned. "I've told you
about erotic asphyxiation and given you the odd foretaste as well. But to allow
your partner to hold you on the balance to death requires trust. I need your
trust Mokuba."
Behind him Rafael kneeled down, placing Mokuba's delicate body in his lap while
restraining the quivering limbs in his strong hands.
"I need you to trust me," Rafael repeated thoughtfully.
"I've trusted you so far," Mokuba whispered sounding more certain than he felt,
"I'm not going to stop now. Don't forget I'm your little rent-boy. You pay, I
obey."
Rafael caressed his back tenderly. His thrusts were slow and reserved. "Chose a
safe word," Rafael instructed him, but hesitated, "No, forget it we don't need
one. This is your first time with that technique. A simple 'Stop' will do."
"Either way I won't say it," Mokuba replied cheekily.
"I told you this is not a game," Rafael snapped, "You trust me that I'm not
going to suffocate you and I trust you that you will tell me to stop when you
can't take it anymore."
Mokuba nodded. He felt nervous despite his confidence in Rafael. But he
shrugged it off.
Grin and bear it. Just like those meetings. Just grin and bear it.
"Whatever you do, don't panic," Rafael soothed him while embracing him tightly,
"You know, you can trust me. I'll take care of you, I'll promise."
Rafael's love oaths, thought to relax and ensure Mokuba only made things worse
for him. But Mokuba ignored his inner voice that pleaded and begged, begged him
to quit while he still could.
"Okay," Mokuba breathed in deeply and tried to brace himself, trying to hide
his inner turmoil from Rafael.
"Come on, let's do this," Mokuba said as he gripped Rafael's hands.
Before I change my mind, he added as a mental note.
Rafael's hands surged up, feeling for the tender neck, brushing over it,
titillating the soft skin before suddenly closing around it.
As a gut reaction Mokuba clapped his hands around Rafael's and, feeling that
they wouldn't give an inch at his desperate tugs, felt the blood draining from
his head as an agonizing terror gripped him. He was close to drumming his fists
on Rafael's arms, but got a grip on himself and closed his eyes. He
concentrated hard on not freaking out and gasped for air in relief as Rafael
allowed him two lungs full of oxygen.
In his distress Mokuba pressed himself flat against Rafael's body thereby
facilitating an even deeper intrusion. He synchronised with Rafael, moved with
him, against him, rode his cock with increasing effort and dwindling
consciousness. Instead of fighting Rafael he tried spurring him further on. His
hands rested on his own thighs as he worked his way up and down Rafael's cock.
He gulped for air, winced at the firm pressure around his throat and sank back
into Rafael's arms. He closed his eyes again, his limbs dangling lifelessly,
his body unresisting and barely responding.
His fingers growing numb, Rafael struggled to keep the steady pressure up in
Mokuba's throat as his thrusts thundered through the tender little body in his
lap. His hands were twitching in agitation, he was close to spilling over the
edge and secretly he wished Mokuba would urge him to stop. But that little brat
didn't know its limits, did it? No, Mokuba would rather choke than admit
defeat, admitting that it was too much for him. That stupid little boy still
thought of it as a game.
This time Mokuba coughed lamely as he sucked in as much air as he could. He
moaned aloud with his ass tightening around Rafael's rock-hard cock until his
voice broke off, throttled by Rafael's violent hands.
But was he any different, Rafael caught himself wondering.
He wouldn't admit defeat himself, he'd struggle to maintain his control over
Mokuba until the very end. Whether he'd risk suffocating him was a question he
didn't know the answer to himself.
The world around him started to change into a fuzzy net of lights. Mokuba
barely blinked, because the sight of it freaked him out. But the feeling, the
sensation inside…was too good to be true. Rafael's veiny cock had never felt so
surprisingly real. He felt him inside, closer than ever, felt every drop of his
pre-cum, felt every muscle inside vibrating. His foreskin throbbed inside of
him, coming alive within his slick ass, rubbing his most exquisite spots so
delightfully.
He was nearing his climax himself, he'd twitch and jerk at every spasm in his
nether regions. Mokuba blinked at his own proud erection, his own cock
twitching pleasantly, looking so cute and inviting.
He reached down to find a pleasure sparkling from his fingertips, his own hands
were driving him into ecstasy, he felt so real and so good, so goddamn good and
new.
"Say it," Rafael wheezed as he was growing impatient. He felt Mokuba's body
jumping up and down on his groin, grinding the sweet ass against him as if the
boy in his lap was a sex toy.
"For fuck's sake, say it, say stop!"
Mokuba smiled, bliss dancing over his lips as he released the pressure into his
hands, fumbling with his genitals awkwardly before slipping deeper into
Rafael's lap.
Rafael groaned shamelessly as he let the little lifeless doll move at his every
will, forcing the tender body into submission, driving his greedy member in and
out until he felt Mokuba's raw anus clenching around his length in agony.
Fighting against his feral urges, his instincts to conquer, abuse and destroy,
he detached his hands from Mokuba's throat and let the fragile body topple
forward onto the bed.
Rafael grabbed Mokuba's haunches and forced him face down into the bed, his
cock enjoying the slightly different but far more stimulating angle. He thrust
brutally into Mokuba, who stabilised his breath and barely wheezed at the pain,
before stopping in mid-motion and doubling over. His body slamming into
Mokuba's, he grunted and moaned into his ear without shame while pumping his
precious seed into him.
The beast was becoming tame again and Rafael licked Mokuba's sweat covered skin
and nuzzled his neck affectionately.
Rafael rolled down from Mokuba and onto his side to hug the tender body, hug
him and never let him go again. Once again he was drawn to Mokuba, protecting
and cradling him in his arms, when deep down he knew he was yearning for his
younger lover's love, the feeling only he could give him.
The feeling of belonging.
After all, even a wolf can become tame…
"You're crushing me," Mokuba whispered and made pathetic attempts to wriggle
out of Rafael's tight embrace. The lack of oxygen was still predominant in his
muscles, he felt shaky and exhausted but at least his vision, and his scruffy
side, were back to normal again. Well, almost.
Rafael rolled onto his back and stroked Mokuba's shoulders thoughtfully. His
hands travelled downwards, rubbing the reddening butt cheeks with the back of
his hand. His fingers fondled the sweetly swollen entrance, still sticky with
cum and dipped into it, feeling the hot softness stretching around them. As he
withdrew his fingers he felt his warm cream dribbling out of Mokuba's ass and
sat up to watch.
"Pervert," Mokuba mumbled with his face in a pillow and tried to escape onto
his side. But Rafael's hands pinned him down onto his stomach as their owner
didn't want to be deprived of the sight of this delightful natural phenomenon.
"You didn't tell me to stop," Rafael said, lost in thought, as he ran his
fingers through Mokuba's hair.
"I didn't need to," Mokuba replied and chuckled, "you stopped yourself."
There it was.
Seto Kaiba's cheeky little grin, a smile rich with superiority and distain. And
yet, displayed on his brother's lips, there was something else…
Mokuba's eyes were different from his brother's. They sparkled.
They were trusting, those were eyes you could lose yourself in.
Or was that just Rafael's feral instinct talking…
"I didn't need to," Mokuba repeated a trifle quieter, "Because I could trust
you. I knew you would stop before hurting me."
"You're being soppy again," Rafael said and ruffled the sweat soaked strands of
hair hanging into Mokuba's face.
And yet, deep down, he knew that those soppy words meant the world to him.
Even though he'd never admit it. At least not as long as he was sober.
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Mokuba lay curled up into a ball in Rafael's arms purring with delight whenever
Rafael raked his fingers through his hair.
"Do you…" Mokuba began, rolling his head into the nape of his neck to give
Rafael the cutest look he'd ever seen on him, "Just out of curiosity…Do you
still have your bike?"
Rafael stroked him tenderly. "Why do you ask?" he asked back bluntly.
"I just thought…Can you give me a ride home?" Mokuba asked still sickly sweet.
"No."
"You can't take me home, or you can't take me home on your bike?" Mokuba kept
on nagging.
"Both," Rafael replied while sitting up, "But if you beg me really nice, I may
consider driving you home."
"So you still have your bike," Mokuba deducted, "Why can't you give me a ride?"
"We came here by car," Rafael pointed out.
"You're used to make unnecessary arrangements just for me," Mokuba said, "So
you better come up with a good reason now."
"I don't ride it very often," Rafael explained after a while, "It symbolises
everything I've left behind. The things I were and never want to be again. It's
part of me, obviously, but it's locked up in a garage most of the time. Though
I make sure to keep it close to me."
"Why?" Mokuba asked.
"Do you have any idea what these machines cost?" Rafael asked back, "I'd lose a
fortune if it got stolen."
"And you never give it a ride?" Mokuba pressed on.
"Look, I can't take you home on the bike," Rafael sighed.
"Why not?"
"It would feel wrong," Rafael admitted quietly, momentarily lost in thought.
Indeed, it would feel wrong to have someone accompany you when you've rode that
bike on your own, building up your own strength, your resistance to loneliness.
"There's not enough room for two to sit comfortably. Would have worked on
Alister's bike but not on mine."
"You always say, that I'm so petit and small, I won't take up much room,"
Mokuba insisted.
"You're a pain in the ass," Rafael sighed and Mokuba, knowing him for the time
they had shared now, knew that Rafael was about to give in, "But if your
brother catches us, he's going to kill us."
"You," Mokuba corrected and giggled, "He'd never lay a finger on me."
===============================================================================
"That's as far as I can take you."
Mokuba took off his helmet and shook his head in a fruitless attempt to
detangle his hair. His head was still racing, the heavenly bliss of pure
adrenaline still washing over his mind.
Rafael had stopped near the gates of the mansion Mokuba called home and was
looking more than worried.
"Come on, give me back that helmet," Rafael demanded while snatching it from
his fingers.
Mokuba wrapped his arms around Rafael's shoulders and kissed him passionately
and without thinking.
"Alright, get a move on," Rafael ruffled his hair nervously while detaching
himself from his firm grip, "And try to get rid of that broad grin. You look
like someone who has been fucked brain-dead."
Mokuba giggled cutely, still moving as if in a dream and thoughtlessly waving
after him as Rafael disappeared among the roaring of his engine.
Something he instantly regretted as soon as he walked up the stairs to his
room.
Someone must have seen them. Christ, someone must have seen them!
He rushed to his brother's private study, cursing himself for his clinginess
and his lack of self-control.
He turned the knob to find the room locked. Inside of him relief and dread
fought for dominance.
Seto wasn't here, he hadn't seen him, right?
Obviously he wasn't at home when his study, in which he was technically living,
was locked in the afternoon, right?
Or he just couldn't answer the door because he was already organising a sniper
for Rafael's assassination…
Mokuba hammered against the dark chestnut frame and rattled at the door, the
cold dread slowly devouring him.
The room was dead-silent.
Then, finally, there was a rustling sound from within; a bed creaking in
distress under the shifting weight on top of it.
There were two thuds as the obviously irritated owner of a shaking pair of feet
felt the cold ground beneath their toes.
Someone cleared their throat.
"You... took your time," Seto sounded stressed and slightly distracted while
unlocking the door and cracking it open. And yet his voice was reassuring, no,
it rebuilt Mokuba's strength and confidence. His big brother was here, he'd
probably been dozing until he had nastily woken him. But all the irrational
fears were gone, Seto was at home and as real as ever, not threatening in the
least way. In all his life had Mokuba never been so pleased to hear his
brother's voice.
"I'm so sorry," Mokuba began while trying to remember what excuse for his
absence he'd given Seto.
Either way he wasn't given enough time to either recall it or come up with a
new lie as his brother merely nodded lost in thought. His eyes rested on a spot
a few inches behind his head.
"I'm glad you're home already," Seto replied while looking over his own
shoulder. Only now Mokuba noticed his brother's topless body.
But as he searched his brother's gaze he found the later one's attention drawn
to the wardrobe beside his working desk.
"To be honest, I'm still very busy..." Seto explained, a strained sigh escaping
his lips as he fumbled with the doorknob, "I'll check on you later if you don't
mind."
"No, that's fine," Mokuba said and meant it; though he was slightly irritated
by his brother's mental derangement.
Seto was never one to be absent-minded or careless, especially when it came to
his little brother (who was still receiving more attention than he could bear).
He was usually the one to give Mokuba the third degree and ask questions Mokuba
didn't want to answer.
And he was 16. He was literally begging to be kept at bay.
Still.
Seto had never closed the door in front of his face when he'd come to his room
before.
As Mokuba left he was too lost in his thoughts to notice the door shutting and
closing once again before being locked up for good.
Neither did he hear a second voice, definitely not belonging to his brother,
asking: "Is he gone?" before their owner dared to leave their hideout in the
wardrobe.
No, Mokuba kept pondering why Seto would keep anything a secret from him.
The thought struck him like a thunderbolt. It wasn't something. It was someone.
Mokuba had reached his room by the time the prior incident had pieced itself
together in his mind.
Seto wasn't hiding something. He was hiding someone.
Mokuba sat down on his bed, trying to digest the idea.
Someone must have been in Seto's room, Seto had been meeting up with someone.
He... had probably been doing something indecent. Okay, judging by the guilty
look on his face and the few incoherent words he'd greeted him with and the
apparent lack of shirt... well, probably the lack of any clothes at all...
Gosh, he must have caught him doing something really awkward!
Mokuba didn't know whether he should laugh or cry out of pure shock. He settled
for something in the middle and giggled in bewilderment.
His mind was bubbling over with ideas.
Poor Seto. So far Mokuba hadn't even discovered whether Seto possessed any
taste for sexuality at all. And now he had been unfortunate enough as to be
interrupted by his own little brother while having sex. Probably being
interrupted while having sex for the first time.
Mokuba hoped that he was mistaken and hadn't just prevented his brother from
finally getting laid. No, that couldn't be it. Seto must have had sex before.
Well, he'd been around him most of the time, but somehow and somewhere he must
have...
Well, the more he thought about it the more unrealistic it seemed.
For heaven's sake he had cock-blocked his own brother! No wonder Seto hadn't
even dared looking at him. He probably thought that he didn't even know what it
was he had been doing. Seto probably thought... no, Seto definitely thought
that Mokuba was still as innocent as he looked.
To think that when he had suspected Seto of knowing about Rafael and him Seto
must have suspected him of noticing what was going on in his private study...
Mind you, he caught himself wondering, what had been going on in Seto's study?
And what was going on right now? Well, he couldn't just sneak to his room and
hope for a peek at Seto's... well, partner.
Mokuba hadn't yet decided whether it would be a man or a woman that was sharing
a bed with his brother. Probably even right now. While he was thinking about
it.
Seto had always seemed so...androgynous and asexual.
Nevertheless he was now either shagging a woman or being ploughed by a man or
shagging a man and being ploughed by a woman (if she wore one of those things
Rafael had recently told him about that should bring equality among men and
women, at least considering rapists).
And this was so wrong in so many ways.
Mokuba collapsed onto his bed and stared at the ceiling, unable to decide what
to do next.
He knew that his relationship with Rafael had, despite his efforts of
preventing it, made him more mature and considerate.
Still, he was 16 and wouldn't waste his youth just because of that. So he did
the only sensible thing any teenager would do.
He grabbed his phone and messaged Rafael.
[I think Seto wanted to have sex for the first time today but I didn't let him.
Dunno. Feels weird.]
Mokuba rolled onto his stomach and waited, his feet dangling impatiently up and
down.
As soon as he heard the vibrating sound he stared at the display.
[I told you I'm not interested in incestuous porn. NO; SRSLY?! WHAT WAS THAT
JUST ALL ABOUT?! CALL ME ASAP!]
***** Crouse Calls *****
“You’re kidding…”
“Come on… no!”
“You fucking bastard… yeah, sure…pull the other one.”
Mokuba was still lying on his bed and rolled onto his side while chuckling
dismissively. He’d called Rafael right away after the incident with the
misleading text message.
And now, having chatted with his lover for some time now to lighten the mood
again, he couldn’t believe what Rafael had just revealed to him.
“I thought you worked for a company in the IT field,” Mokuba tried to defend
his aforegoing, mocking comments.
“I do,” Rafael replied via phone, “it’s all about software virtual interface.”
“But you… you fucking liar,” Mokuba burst out laughing again.
“You’ve accompanied me to a dozen meetings, met up with clients and my
superiors and still you didn’t know what company I work for. You must be either
extremely ignorant or childish not to hear a word of what we were discussing,”
Rafael said, confronting Mokuba with his main flaws concerning his future
career in KaibaCorp’s management floor.
Mokuba feigned interest easily but it was almost impossible for him to get his
head around things that didn’t concern him in the least way.
Mokuba rolled onto his stomach.
“You work in a sex-toy factory,” Mokuba summed up what he’d just been explained
to.
“No,” Rafael corrected him; Mokuba could almost hear him rolling his eyes, “I
work in the company’s IT- and development department. I am to come up with new
ideas for people to please themselves or their partners by use of one of our
magnificent machines.”
“No wonder you think about sex all the time,” Mokuba giggled in bewilderment,
“It’s technically your job.”
He paused, a thought springing to his mind.
“Then why did you meet up with Seto in the conference room?” Mokuba asked,
adding bemusedly, “Did you sell him anything special?”
“No,” Rafael almost cut him off, “We discussed business only. I was interested
in one of his recent developments.”
“But our company specialises in hologram-techniques,” Mokuba explained.
“Exactly,” Rafael agreed smugly, “KaibaCorp has developed the most life-like
holograms ever created by man. They are so realistic you can actually feel
them… not, of course, really feel the hologram itself but the small electric
shocks transmitted via your skin when you should ‘touch’ their surface, as your
brother put it. But they manage to create a surprisingly realistic sensation.”
“But they were meant to revolutionise the gaming experience,” Mokuba stated
perplexed.
“I’m aware that your brother had reduced the application spectrum to a gimmick
for games; but I believe that there’s more to the market than he sees right
now.”
Mokuba, with his head sinking into his pillow, turned the idea round and round
in his head.
“You’re speaking of hologram sex-dolls,” Mokuba deducted.
“The term ‘virtual partners’ would be more appropriate,” Rafael ts-tsked
nonchalantly, “think about it. Your deepest wishes could come true. Who
wouldn’t want to have sex with a real porn star, or an actress or shag a lovely
starlet… Also the intensity of shocks could be variable and a new system, which
your brother has told me about, could possibly simulate thrust and stimulus,
thereby creating the sensation of solid shapes which could be inserted.”
“You could fuck a hologram,” Mokuba summed up again, “And possibly get fucked
by it, too.”
“You’re a smart cookie,” Rafael chuckled, “So it won’t be one of those hardcore
‘men only’ sex toys. Twice as many costumers.”
“It would be extremely expensive,” Mokuba pointed out, “Who would want to buy
it?”
“Want is not the same as can,” Rafael explained, “As I said before: who
wouldn’t want to shag someone out of their league. As for can: There’s lots of
money in the sex toy industry.”
Over the phone Mokuba heard Rafael stretching in his chair comfortably. The
memory of the soft leather of his executive office chair into which he had dug
his nails as Rafael had fucked him violently during a break flowed back into
his mind and his free hand patrolled the twitching skin of his now stiff member
nervously.
Rafael sighed as he relaxed some more. Was he touching himself as well? Mokuba
couldn’t stop wondering. And the thought of that was even more of a turn-on.
“You wouldn’t believe what people are buying,” Rafael went on.
Mokuba bit his lower lip and drew a long breath. “Tell me,” he invited him.
Rafael chuckled before clearing his throat.
“Customization,” Rafael began, “Customization is the thing. Like...
Personalized dildos with the donor’s name engraved so you can feel it at every
push. And I remember one specifically kinky CEO ordering a dozen dildos
modelled after his own genitals as a generous gift to his female employees.”
“That’s terrible,” Mokuba said. Nonetheless he felt his own hands darting for
cover inside his tightening pants, “...Anything else?”
“Animal-type dildos. And I’m not talking about sex-toys in the shape of a
dolphin, which, earnestly, look like penises naturally, but modelled animal
genitalia. Some perverts even order them in life-size which is rather odd, and
possibly dangerous, with walrus penises,” Rafael went on levelly, adding
nonchalantly, “You’re getting turned on by this, don’t you?”
“Shut up,” Mokuba hissed through gritted teeth. To his own shame he had to
admit that he had just unzipped his trousers in order to relieve some of the
pressure from his groinal region. “Go on,” he commanded Rafael in his lust-
driven raspy voice.
“Some of the machines are rather... brutal,” Rafael explained. His voice was
different now, as if he was under a lot of pressure himself. “Most of them
aren’t even coming close to being produce en mass. They are just prototypes but
believe me, they are disturbing enough. Like...”
“Like what?” Mokuba asked cheekily, feeling the thuds of his heart pulsing in
his nether regions. He started touching himself almost absent-mindedly,
quivering and shaking at the sensation of his own fingers stroking the firm and
erect flesh towering between his thighs.
“Like...” Rafael began, obviously suppressing a pleasure-filled moan, “Dildos
speckled with miniature needles, barbed hooks to be specific, almost invisible
and not strong enough to penetrate skin but mucous membrane. For those who
believe pain really is pleasure; Though the use of it will probably lead to a
long and awkward talk with their urologist.”
Mokuba sighed almost soundlessly. He listened for Rafael’s hasty breathing, the
stifled groans escaping his mouth whenever he gasped for air. By now Mokuba
knew that Rafael was playing with himself as well and enjoyed discovering the
audible indicators as he went on.
“What else?” Mokuba teased. He chuckled as Rafael cleared his throat, a
definitive sign that his mind had been preoccupied with the pulsing of his
nether regions.
“The unicorn’s horn,” Rafael went on, wheezing and panting between breaths, “a
spiralled dildo in a colour blend that reminds you of cotton candy. Though it’s
not the cute toy for little girls you might expect it’s rather flexible and
adapts to every shape and bend. Therefore it’s not an ‘impaler’, as is the
actual mythological creature it was modelled after. Comes with pink-glitter
lube to give you that magical feeling you’ve longed for all your adult life.”
He paused and drew a deep breath. Mokuba licked his dry lips as he closed his
eyes. His twitching fingers caressed his warm manhood tenderly.
“What’s the sickest thing you’ve created in your whole career?” Mokuba asked
with a pleading voice, shamelessly begging, unable to hide his covetousness.
Agitatedly he reached for his cushion, dragged it down over the side of his
body and shoved it between his twitching legs as a lame replacement for his hot
lover’s body. But he needed something to hump and mount; something he could
violate while thinking of Rafael.
And just to hear his voice was enough stimulation to send shivers down his
spine.
“Possibly...” and there Rafael let out a deep sigh which vibrated through his
strained lungs as he panted, “the Extraterrestrial Intruder.”
“What’s that?” Mokuba begged to be told. He pushed his hair, which had a
tendency to droop and hang down in unwanted places, out of his face.
“Its shape puts you in mind of a vigorous tentacle or a barbed tongue. It looks
modern, sleek and invitingly nubby and you barely notice the small hatch on the
side, which opens up under firm pressure to reveal that this little handy
helper is conveniently hollow. The long and thick tube-like construction inside
is visible through the translucent rubber.”
“I’m not one of your costumers, you don’t have to persuade me to buy something
off you,” Mokuba giggled, not even able to shut-up his cheeky side in the
current state of arousal.
“Via the hatch the tube can be filled with lubricant you can squirt inside,
creating the sensation of a really intense ejaculation... or you release
eggs...”
With his trousers stripped down to around ankle level Mokuba mounted the
cushion while thrusting into his own hand. He was overwhelmed by the feeling of
his fingers; how practised they had become under Rafael’s guidance.
He stroked his glans pleasurably, thrusting into the firm grip of his fingers
wrapped around his attention-seeking member with a jerking of his hips.
“Eggs?” he repeated almost breathlessly, sweat dripping all over his face.
“Fake plastic eggs,” Rafael groaned, “They’re included for the extremely kinky-
minded. Imagine... the sensation of something warm, something alien to you
shoving its way into your body... an extraterrestrial oppressor abusing you,
inseminating you... or designating your their host to carry their offspring.”
“That’s fucked up,” Mokuba wheezed, enjoying whispering the syllable ‘fuck’
more than ever, his hands trembling with the built-up lust and awaiting the
relaxing release. Oh bloody hell, he was already so close... if only Rafael
wouldn’t stop talking and groaning and filling his head with those fucked up
thoughts...
“I think I should get you one of them,” Rafael mused, audibly struggling to
articulate properly, “I could fill it with my cream beforehand then you’ve got
something to cheer you up while I’m away on a business trip.”
A choking sound grumbled through Mokuba’s throat as he picked up the pace.
He dreamed of pleasing himself with Rafael inside this vessel of a sex toy, no,
several loads, his condensed essence, all just for him, waiting for him to
shoot him into ecstasy... feeling him everywhere inside of him, with every
drop, close and closer than ever...
Mokuba groaned while ejaculating into his hands, rubbing his violently pulsing
member ecstatically.
He felt the cold sweat dribbling down his neck before he fell back into the
soft mattress, hellish bliss still pumping through his veins and dislodging
itself onto his sweat soaked sheets. He picked up the phone he’d dropped,
longing for his lover’s voice.
“Sorry, he managed to whisper, shame and self hate returning to his conscience
for coming to early.
“Go on, “Rafael instructed him, almost begging. It took Mokuba more than a
moment to get comfortable on the bed again.
“Keep moaning,” Rafael ordered.
“But I’ve already…” Mokuba was about to explain as Rafael cut him off: “I know,
just fake it. Keep going and make me horny.”
Mokuba was appalled by the idea. He’d groaned and panted shamelessly while
being aroused and being in action. But faking pleasure...
His mind, set in its own way, brought up the logical question of ‘why’. Why
should he in fact do anything as messed up as feigning arousal? Pretending to
be enjoying something when you weren’t wasn’t just stupid it felt downright
wrong to the core.
Playing and pretending was something only whores did. To get you’ve got to
give.
But he was free in his position to do as he pleased.
So why should he do anything for Rafael?
Because youwant to, a little voice at the back of his mind sniggered, because
you take pleasure in giving him pleasure.
But I’ve already taken my pleasure in it, Mokuba reassured himself after giving
his sagging limb an experimental stroke. I don’t need a round number two.
But you know that you’ll be rewarded for your selfless acts, the voice added,In
a way you’ve already been rewarded by being asked to do it for him.
Mokuba shook his head, hoping thereby to close the tormenting book called ‘My
Feelings and Emotions – Volume 1 of 20’ once and for all.
It was bad enough to think without having any of these thoughts as it were.
“I don’t know what...” he tried explaining to Rafael his uneasiness considering
the correct approach towards this alien subject. But he got cut off by another
groan emerging from his speaker.
“Just pretend you’re lying in my arms and I’m teasing you,” Rafael suggested
anxiously, “You know…think of something to get into the mood.”
“But how?” Mokuba asked honestly.
Rafael coughed nervously as Mokuba heard him fumbling with his phone.
There was the clicking of keys on his keyboard. And, finally, soft music
floating into his ear.
Laughing
Locks turned
Pale with stress
As I watch you
Give time and gain your very best
Now as I see your blue eyes true
My words fail to persuade you...
Mokuba felt inclined to close his eyes and let his mind become one with the
beguiling music.
The tune created a secluded air in Mokuba’s mind, a feeling of intimacy and
closeness. And an inexhaustible feeling of security. He felt the words in his
heart, drifting through his body, thinking of Rafael’s blue eyes, the
voluptuous glances he shot him, his lovely eyes, the eyes he wanted to lose
himself in.
“Relax,” Rafael whispered seductively, judging by Mokuba’s cute sighs and soft
moans that the ambiance music was already doing the trick for his little
lover,” show me what a cute little kitten you can be. Rub your soft skin
against mine.” In a lower voice he added, “Purr for me.”
Mokuba was about to laugh out loud but felt his vocal chords vibrating as he
purred and moaned sentimentally. He enjoyed hearing Rafael’s replies; every
moan from his throat was rewarded with a sigh and compliment in return.
“You’re the cutest thing in the world, you know that?” Rafael sighed into his
ear, “I want to feel you. I need you so badly.”
Rolling back onto his stomach and then onto his side Mokuba rested his head
against his pillow with his phone buried underneath his ear. He ran his fingers
over his body tentatively. Maybe that would help to get into the mood…
“Oh, please Rafael... I want you too...” he moaned sweetly, hoping that it
sounded less cheesy than in his head, “Please... oh, I want you to touch me, to
run your fingers over my skin... oh, Rafael...”
“Where do you want me to touch you?” Rafael asked seductively. He cleared his
throat, now panting at every breath drawn.
“You know...” Mokuba purred and giggled childishly, “Where it feels so good...
oh Rafael... I want you to ram your big and brutal cock into me, I want to feel
every inch of it... oh Rafael, please, I need to feel you, I want you so
badly...”
Mokuba did his best moaning and sighing and whispering sweet words into his
phone with Rafael gasping and groaning at every sound from him.
Rafael’s voice sounded distant and a lot deeper which, in Mokuba’s experience,
was a sure sign that Rafael was about to climax.
Mokuba chuckled.
Then he let out a guttural moan and begged Rafael: “I need your cum... please
come for me, I need you to come... Oh, Rafael, fill me with your cum, fill me
up until I’m dripping all over...”
A deep and soft sigh from his speaker indicated Rafael’s exceedingly
anticipated release.
Despite himself Mokuba noticed that he was grinning. He felt pride in knowing
he’d caused his lover to come; he could make him orgasm without needing to
touch him.
Well, he caught himself musing, who would have guessed that he’d feel content
with just knowing that he’d pleased Rafael?
He harrumphed.
Rafael was right. He really was soppy.
“Damn,” Rafael cursed under his breath as Mokuba heard him jerking in his seat,
“I’ve only had this desk cleaned yesterday...”
Mokuba couldn’t help giggling. “Send me a picture, I want to see it,” he
blurted out.
“Why don’t you come over first thing tomorrow morning and lick it all off?”
Rafael suggested while Mokuba heard him scrubbing at his desk, “Or better yet,
I’ll wedge a funnel between your petite buttcheeks and let it dribble all in.”
“I like your cum fresh,” Mokuba replied cheekily, “and it’s worse cold. It
feels revolting.”
“Tastes revolting too,” he added after giving it some thought.
“You’re so dirty minded,” Rafael whispered sweetly, still shivering at the
aftershocks of his orgasm.
“I know,” Mokuba said, his head feeling as light as air, “You wish you had
gotten hold of me earlier, don’t you? You could have taught me one thing or
another and brought me up to be a sordid, down to the core shameless slut.”
“You are sordid,” Rafael explained, “And since I don’t allow you to hump anyone
else apart from me we can neither confirm nor deny whether you’re a slut.”
“If you say so,” Mokuba snapped; but he wasn’t hurt, he was teasingly cheeky
and gave a little moan, “I bet your colleagues would love to hear me moan like
that. They’d even pay me good money for my services.”
“They won’t pay you more than I’m already doing,” Rafael replied, “Let me hear
some more of your cute and sexy voice and I’ll treat you to dinner tomorrow
night in this fancy new Taiwan restaurant.”
Mokuba’s smile broadened.
Well, what could he say? Being paid for was a huge turn on.
Mokuba began with a low growl before his voice rose to a deep groan,
interjected by sweet gasps for air.
Someone knocked at his door.
Feeling the blush rising Mokuba fell silent almost instantly before whispering
a shamefaced “Gotta go now,” into his phone. He pulled up his pants again and
panic-stricken straightened out his clothes as he darted for the door.
“What is it?” Mokuba croaked in a voice laced with nervousness. Christ, had
someone been eavesdropping? Had they heard anything?
Someone was clearing their throat.
Mokuba held his breath. This was Seto. This was definitely Seto! Oh God no, his
brother was just outside his room and couldn’t have failed to hear him moaning
in ecstasy, could he?
“Sorry our talk has been delayed. I didn’t intend to send you away without
opening my door to you,” Seto’s cool and calm voice protruded from behind the
door, “But I’ve been in the middle of...” and there it seemed to Mokuba he
paused to reconsider the idiom, “Heavy negotiations which I was unable to
postpone any further.”
That’s Seto for you, Mokuba caught himself thinking, describing having sex as
negotiating. If only those two were the same things he’d have become a porn
star so long ago.
Mokuba stopped that train of thought before it could get involved in any nasty
accidents. Innocence was bliss and so was not imagining your elder brother in a
thong.
Great, now he’d done it. Now he couldn’t get the picture out of his head...
“May I come in?” Seto asked.
“Yeah, of course,” Mokuba almost cut him off, “I’m not mad or anything. I can’t
even remember why I had come to your study in the first place...”
The door swung back as Seto entered. He smiled at Mokuba as he always did. His
eyes were soft and warm; until his stare hardened and the blue orbs turned the
colour of cold steel.
Seto closed the door almost soundlessly before taking up a seat beside Mokuba,
never taking his eyes off his little brother.
Mokuba was beginning to feel uncomfortable.
“I’m very sorry,” Seto said icily; Mokuba knew that he was trying to stay calm,
“I’ll call our physician right away. I won’t be bothering you with questions
now.”
“What are you talking about?” Mokuba asked, unnerved and slightly worried by
his brother’s cryptic words, “What’s wrong?”
Seto caressed Mokuba’s neck fondly. But his fingers were stiff and cold.
“I’ll ask her to come here right away,” Seto repeated, “You don’t have to worry
now.”
“Why should I be worried?” Mokuba asked almost terrified.
“I’m here for you,” Seto said, trying hard to sound as though he meant it,
“I’ll keep you safe.” His eyes were magically drawn to Mokuba’s chest time and
time again.
Mokuba jumped to his feet.
“What are you looking at?” he snarled, pushing away his brother’s hands as they
reached for his shoulders. There, he was looking at his collar again.
“What’s wrong with my face?” Mokuba yelled. He stared at Seto irritated before
darting into his bathroom.
He stopped in front of the mirror and stared at his reflection dumbfounded.
Nothing was wrong with his face.
It was the skin stretching around his throat and neck that was covered in dark
weals and slightly swollen.
Strangulation marks.
***** The Answer *****
Chapter Notes
     BIG ANNOUNCEMENT: next chapter will be out for Halloween (yes, you
     read right: It’s going to be a Halloween Special)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Mokuba’s fingers trembled. He pressed himself flat against the cold tilled wall
of the restaurant’s restroom. He held the phone nervously, retrieving it at
irregular intervals while it was ringing to ascertain that he was calling the
correct number.
He begged Rafael under his breath to pick up the call.
“Hello?”
Mokuba’s heart leaped at the sound of Rafael’s voice. He was almost too
relieved to speak.
“Can we talk?” Mokuba asked quietly.
“Where are you?” Rafael asked. Mokuba could sense his desperation. “What the
hell has happened? Why haven’t you been answering my calls? I was worried
sick.”
“Rafael...” Mokuba began meekly but Rafael hadn’t finished yet.
“You haven’t gotten back to me in a whole week! I was so desperate I even
ringed Kaiba Corporation, your company for fuck’s sake, to make an appointment
with you. Did you know what I was told?”
Mokuba sighed apologetically. He stared at the door.
Just please don’t let them come looking for me. They can’t catch me phoning
someone in private...
“The secretary told me that you were unavailable for any meetings. For now.
That she couldn’t give me any specific date and that your whereabouts were
unknown to her and that she’d get back to me whenever you’d resurface. Just
what is going on?!”
“Rafael...” Mokuba whispered as quietly as possible. They couldn’t hear him
through the door, right?
“We need to talk.”
“You’re right about that,” Rafael took a deep breath. “Where are you right
now?”
“Please,” Mokuba said, avoiding a direct answer, “I need you to pick me up.
Right now wouldn’t be too favourable,” there he risked a glance at the door
again, “About four o’clock. I’ll be waiting for you outside the ‘’ Hotel.”
“I’ll be there,” Rafael reassured him. He still seemed frightened, Mokuba knew.
But he had to ask him for that as well.
“And I need money...10.000...cash...”
 
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Rafael pulled up beside the tall figure watchfully guarding Mokuba, looking
like a statue with sunglasses on.
He didn’t move a muscle until Mokuba darted for the car, pulling Mokuba back on
his shoulder and guiding his steps as civilized as possible towards the opening
car door.
Rafael tried acting normal when he wanted to knock out Mokuba’s beefy companion
and escape with the boy in question. He eyed up the unequal couple alarmed, his
fists clenching in anticipation.
“Get in,” the musclehead helped Mokuba into the backseat before sitting down
beside him and closing the door.
Via the rear window Rafael noticed the man nodding towards him.
“Turn right at the next traffic light, there’s a car park behind the shopping
centre,” Rafael was instructed as he turned the keys.
“Mokuba-sama suggested it for the rochade due to the lack of high definition
cameras there. It’s almost impossible someone will notice it.”
Rafael was still at a loss. He stopped the car as soon as he’d entered the car
park.
“Will any of you please enlighten me what’s going on?”
“You better pick a place to park,” Mokuba said timidly, “It will take a while
to explain.”
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“And I thought you had been kidnapped.”
Rafael sighed though only partially with relieve. True, after hours he’d spent
in a frenzy he finally knew Mokuba was safe. Still, he wasn’t quite getting a
grip on recent events.
“He’s… my bodyguard. The only personal bodyguard I can trust,” Mokuba pointed
out while watching the monstrous and impassive figure standing beside him by
the car out of the corner of his eyes.
“That is as long as I’ve got something more persuading than Seto Kaiba’s trust
offer.”
“Which is money, I assume,” Rafael pointed out.
The monumentous bodyguard didn’t as much as twitch at the rather derogatory
comment.
A professional indeed.
Mokuba shot Rafael a pleading look. “He’ll tell Seto nothing as long as I pay
him. Seto believes me to be safe with him and he makes sure my brother’s
believes won’t be damaged.”
Though the penetrating glare Rafael shot him caused Mokuba to add meekly, “but
at a cost…”
“But it’s not some kind of ransom?” Rafael felt compelled to ask while patting
his chest pocket for his wallet.
“No, it’s nothing like that,” Mokuba insisted. He watched Rafael retrieving the
money from his wallet.
“I’ll pay you back as soon as possible, I promise,” he said before emphasizing
his bodyguard’s loyalty to him and his trustworthiness.
“Is this all, Mokuba-sama?”
At a nod from Mokuba his bodyguard bowed, heading slowly to the exit.
“The CCTV is old and insufficient. I’ve planted a jammer in your car, which
took out all the cameras around us as soon as we’ve entered this floor,” Mokuba
explained expertly with a hint of childish proudness.
“You may prevent crimes from being solved because you’re afraid of your
paranoid brother by coming up with the same mad ideas he probably has,” Rafael
retorted.
He tried to relax.
But it was rather difficult to relax when until two minutes ago he’d been
convinced to play a major role in a ransom demand kidnapping.
And knowing that Mokuba had preferred leaving him under this impression to make
sure he would make no mistakes… just so that he would not give his older
brother a lead…
“Hug me,” Mokuba whispered while flinging his arms around Rafael. Rafael
stroked his hair as a gut reaction before embracing him tightly.
“Don’t worry,” Rafael whispered, trying to soothe both Mokuba and himself.
“I am worried,” Mokuba snapped, lifting his head, “I don’t know what to do…
this has gone so terribly wrong and I don’t know what to do.”
“Everything is falling apart,” he muttered gloomily while pressing his face
against Rafael’s chest, his tears staining his shirt, “Please, don’t leave me.”
Rafael sighed. For some reason he sounded less strained than before.
He took a deep breath.
One thing after another.
“Have we been to the small café on the second floor before?” Rafael asked,
seeking refuge in distraction by changing the subject, “It’s lovely. The best
bakery in Domino City.”
Rafael patted Mokuba’s back tenderly while escorting him to the elevator.
“I’ll buy you something hot and sweet. And then we can talk.”
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“Your brother thinks someone assaulted you,” Rafael repeated thoughtfully. He
placed his coffee mug carefully on the table while considering his next step.
“Those damn strangulation marks, why didn’t I see them when I left the hotel?”
Mokuba thought out loud while resting his head in his hands.
“The bruises take a while to emerge,” Rafael explained, “anyway most people
mistake them for love bites. Your brother must be an expert to tell the
difference after a quick glance.”
Judging by the distant and slightly irritated look Mokuba shot him Rafael knew
that he’d touched a nerve.
“He’s an expert in everything,” Mokuba insisted, “They why doesn’t matter. Seto
knows that someone tried to choke me. And I don’t know how to tell him that it
was voluntarily.”
The silence between them was sickening. The slightly touchy-feely music didn’t
help at all.
Why are we
Strangers when our love is strong?
Why carry on without me?
“Okay, cards on the table,” Rafael broke the silence, extremely unsettled by
the music, “What do you want?”
“You,” Mokuba whispered one-track minded. God, he was close to burst into tears
again.
“That’s very flattering,” Rafael said and meant it, “But I mean: What do you
want to happen? If you could do what you wanted, anything you wanted, what you
really felt like what would it be?”
Mokuba considered this for a moment.
He gulped.
“I’d tell Seto all about us, about how we met up and our feelings. And then I’d
beg him not to kill either of us. And then I’d die of shame for hurting him and
playing him and doing all this behind his back,” Mokuba babbled, tears stinging
his eyes.
Rafael cleared his throat.
Mokuba stared at the frantically colourful looking cupcake on the plate in
front of him, darkly. He didn’t want to eat anything. He didn’t want to do
anything except die and rot very fast.
“Christ, that music’s driving me insane,” Rafael cursed under his breath, “One
more track like that and I’ll throttle a waiter.”
Mokuba said nothing.
“As far as it concerns Seto, it’s all the same to me what you want to tell him,
I’ll always support your decision,” Rafael said while grabbing Mokuba’s hands
and stroking them tenderly. Good, at least he was looking at him again.
“It’s not as bad as it looks,” Rafael went on, “We just need time to plan and
talk it through.”
He locked onto Mokuba’s gaze, a smile popping to his lips.
“Okay?”
Mokuba nodded.
How could Rafael make him feel secure when he knew that he hadn’t a clue what
to do either?
Well, the most important thing was that he had restored his confidence.
Though Mokuba felt a fool letting himself get convinced this easily.
Stupid oxytocin, flooding his mind and clogging his brain.
A little smirk played around Mokuba’s lips.
Rafael sure knew how to make him dependent on him…
“I… No, we need to tell him. As soon as possible.”
Rafael nodded quietly, absorbed in thought.
He knew it was tearing Mokuba apart, the madness of being lost between two
worlds, the world of family, where you’d be safe and secure but in return
always be just a small wheel to keep things running and aim at causing the
least disturbance; and the world of personal relationship, the game of love,
where the world revolved around you, where there was constant inconsistency,
the potential of failure, of breakups, of feelings ranging from agony to bliss.
And Rafael knew that it was wrong to choose between them; you had to find a way
to keep them in balance.
How?
Well, that was for the two of them yet to be discovered…
“Can’t you talk to him?” Mokuba asked, tugging at Rafael’s sleeve. Rafael’s
face radiated surprise at the proposal against all odds.
“No,” Rafael replied automatically, “Why?”
“I can’t talk to Seto about…” Mokuba was visibly struggling to find the right
term, “well us. I don’t even know what to say. I’ll never find the right
words.”
“Just tell him how much you love me, then emphasize your brotherly love and
undying loyalty to him and point out how undignified it would be for us two
creatures who receive so generously much of your affection to fight over you,”
Rafael said while sipping his coffee.
“That’s why I want you to explain it,” Mokuba ignored Rafael’s aforegoing
remark, “You’re so eloquent. You speak your mind.”
“Thank you very much for the compliment but I never speak my mind,” Rafael
shook his head.
“Of course you do,” Mokuba explained, “As soon as the bedroom’s door is
closed.”
Rafael shifted a bit uneasy. “That’s something different.”
“Please, I can’t talk with Seto,” Mokuba’s voice had almost dropped to a wail,
“I just can’t!”
“Neither can I,” Rafael replied.
“You’re older,” Mokuba snapped.
“He’s your brother,” Rafael retorted.
“You’re strong minded and very persuasive,” Mokuba added, “While I’m just
Seto’s adolescent weak-minded little brother, he’ll brainwash me in under a
minute.”
“I tried to suffocate you,” Rafael pointed out, “He won’t be pleased to hear
that from me.”
Mokuba gave this some thought.
“Then don’t tell him about it,” he ventured eventually.
“We grown-ups talk about everything openly,” Rafael replied, chuckling at the
annoyance springing up in Mokuba’s face.
“Okay,” Mokuba folded his arms in front of his chest, “Then we have to tell him
that you paid me to plough my virgin asshole as well.”
“There’s a difference between being delicate and rubbing it in,” Rafael replied
while folding his arms in front of his chest likewise.
“Well you weren’t delicate, you just rubbed it in,” Mokuba snapped. Despite his
effort he couldn’t bite back a sneaky smile.
Rafael’s gaze had drifted to a point a few inches behind Mokuba’s head.
“Duck,” he ordered while turning pale.
Mokuba flung himself to his side and into the soft cushion of the corner bench.
Rafael snuggled up to him.
“What’s wrong? Who’s there? God, don’t tell me he’s discovered my absence
already?!” Mokuba whispered in a frenzy.
“No, it’s just… it’s Alister,” Rafael explained.
Mokuba lifted his head slowly while peaking over the bench.
“So?” he asked irritated while slowly sitting up again.
“He’s a friend,” Rafael pointed out, still observing the familiar costumer of
the café nervously, “And I don’t want to be seen with you as long as you’re
officially isolated from the rest of the world.”
Mokuba sighed, hiding his face in his hands.
“For fuck’s sake, why does life has to be so goddamn complicated?”
Rafael slowly turned before ducking again.
“It gets worse…” he announced gravely.
Mokuba’s eyes widened in horror as he caught a glimpse of Seto entering the
café.
“Alright, we talk to him. The sooner the better,” Rafael added. And sat up
dumbfounded after Seto had passed them without taking any notice of his little
brother with a prior rival.
They both watched Seto approaching Alister and sitting down opposite to him
after a brief exchange of glances.
“At least we know now that he hadn’t come for you,” Rafael said, interrupting
the awkward silence between them.
“We can’t leave,” Mokuba pointed out, nervously “From there Seto’s got the door
in plain view. We’re trapped!”
But then suspicion seemed to stir inside Mokuba.
“What’s he meeting Alister for?” Mokuba asked while taking a peak at them from
behind the back of the bench.
Rafael shrugged.
“Seto looked concerned… but he didn’t seem surprised to find him here. And he’s
far too familiar with him,” Mokuba went on, trying to deduct the topic they
were discussing from Seto Kaiba’s posture and gestures.
“An informal job interview perhaps?” Rafael suggested.
Mokuba shook his head. “He hasn’t even got his suit case with him. And he’s
wearing plain clothes. And he’s far too relaxed.”
Rafael treated Mokuba’s brother to a long stare.
“He still looks very reserved and indifferent,” he pointed out eventually.
“For him that is relaxed and sociable,” Mokuba explained.
Mokuba and Rafael watched the strange couple in silence. Their eyes widened as
Alister reached across the table for Seto’s hand; and they almost gasped in
shock as Alister’s fingers entwined with Seto’s, their hands nestling against
one another in sweetest harmony.
Though their meeting was brief what remained was a feeling of intimacy between
them.
And a feeling of shock crept upon the astounded onlookers.
“That didn’t just happen... you didn’t see that too, did you?” Mokuba’s voice
dropped almost to a whisper as he dropped behind the back of the bench again,
“That’s...no, Seto can’t...”
Rafael leaned back and tried to relax.
“I never would have guessed Alister would pick him. Even after all those
years...that they can be lovers...” he mumbled thoughtfully.
“Did you two stay in touch?” Mokuba asked Rafael.
Rafael shrugged. “More or less. We’ve met a couple of times in the past years.
I helped him find a job; He’s started working for our company a couple of
months ago.”
“In what position, exactly?” Mokuba inquired.
“Professional Sex Toy Tester,” Rafael replied while taking a sip of his coffee,
“you know, testing their durability, intensity and skin friendliness...”
Mokuba’s eyes almost fell out of their sockets.
“I think he’s in chartered accountancy or something like that,” Rafael
corrected his prior remark.
Out of the corner of his eyes he watched Mokuba’s eyes and, in it, the light of
excitement slowly dimming.
A cheeky smile played across Rafael’s lips. “You’d love to do that, don’t you?
Let’s see. As soon as this is over I’ll file a suggestion for a new kind of job
advertisement.”
“You don’t need a formal advertisement, you’ve got connections,” Mokuba pointed
out. His face lit up and Rafael’s heart almost skipped a beat, finally seeing
Mokuba smile again.
“Either way you could try out your newest inventions on me before they’re
approved for mass production,” Mokuba added with a chuckle.
He snuggled up closer to Rafael. His warmth gave him strength, feeling him near
him... he knew he was safe, he knew that everything would turn out alright. He
just knew it.
At last the music had changed and so had his mood.
...At school they taught me how to be
So pure in thought and word and deed
They didn't quite succeed…
Well, Mokuba thought, here he was, hiding behind a comfortable bench with
Rafael, watching his brother discussing God knew what with... well, the man he
loved.
Apparently.
Or just the man he shagged.
Or the man he got shagged by.
“I wonder who’s top and who’s bottom?” Mokuba babbled, unintentionally speaking
his thoughts.
He cursed himself instantly before glancing at Rafael, whose lips formed a smug
smile.
“I know,” he stated levelly while sipping his coffee.
“Really?” Mokuba asked, before adding disbelievingly, “Of course you do.”
“Believe me, I know. I’ve seen the likes of them before. And I’ve had a good
teacher,” Rafael explained before pausing his speech. He eyed up Mokuba
critically.
“Would you mind if your brother was the bottom-part?” Rafael asked.
Mokuba considered this quickly.
“No,” he stated and meant it.
“Either way, he’s top,” Rafael replied.
“I knew it!” Mokuba almost jumped to his feet, his chest swelling with childish
pride, “But how come you know?”
“It’s in their gait. They way they walk. You recognize those typical signs if
you’re used to observing them,” Rafael tried to explain, “It’s something you’ll
learn over the time.”
“It certainly eased matters for you when you wanted to lay a pipe,” Mokuba
added.
“I can show you how to pick up the important signs,” Rafael promised, “when
you’re older...”
Mokuba nudged Rafael’s side before resting his head against his chest.
Rafael stroked Mokuba’s hair while they both slumped in the corner bench,
they’re eyes affixed at a distant point, somewhere, far away in a cosier
universe.
But their attention was instantly drawn to the red-haired figure looming over
them as it cleared its throat.
“Seto may not have noticed you two lovebirds...yet. But if I were you I
wouldn’t take any risks.” Alister cleared his throat again while pushing the
thick strands of hair out of his face.
“He’s gone to the rest room to... calm down a bit. And when he’s back we need
to have a talk. The sooner this whole charade is over the better,” here Alister
paused before trying to sound less strained than before and held out his hand
to Mokuba, “Haven’t seen you in years. Nice to meet you again under more
favourable circumstances.”
Mokuba forced himself to a smile as the shock of having been discovered slowly
melted away.
“The pleasure is all mine,” Mokuba replied, shaking Alister’s hand.
Alister took a step back while eying up Mokuba thoughtfully, “You really have
grown. Surely you’re taking after your big brother.” A bit embarrassed he
added: “The last time we met I only heard your voice... and you just saw the
wardrobe I was hiding in.”
Before Mokuba could have thought of a reply Alister was gone.
Rafael stroked Mokuba’s back tenderly.
“Did you notice something?” Rafael asked after a while before placing a soft
kiss on Mokuba’s cheek.
“He actually seems...nice,” Mokuba replied, “And he calls Seto by his first
name which had been until now my prerogative.”
“Anything else?” Rafael asked.
“No,” Mokuba admitted, adding wonderingly, “What is it you’ve spotted?”
“He’s just followed your brother to the restroom in order to help him...calm
down,” Rafael replied.
They both sat in silence, evading each other’s gaze.
“You don’t think they’re...?” Mokuba asked doubtfully.
“We could follow their lead for further inspection,” Rafael suggested.
Mokuba toyed with the idea before, finally, shaking his head.
“I’m sure they’re not doing anything indecent,” Mokuba stated, “And if they are
I don’t want to know about it.”
To Mokuba’s shame it took Seto exactly twelve and a half minutes to return to
his seat after Alister had gone which served, in Rafael’s opinion not only as
proof of his theory but also proofed that Kaiba managed to last a lot longer
than Mokuba.
Alister emerged only moments later. Mokuba felt the blush rising as Rafael
pointed out how fuzzy Alister’s hair looked now and how he watched his steps
and walked with an air of relaxation with just a hint of pain.
A definite sign, he emphasized, of precedent anal intercourse.
As Alister passed the two of them he patted Mokuba amicably on the shoulder.
And Mokuba knew what to do.
He got up, accompanied by Rafael and took the seat opposite to Seto where
Alister had been sitting. Rafael and Alister sat down facing each other, each
of them placing a hand on their partner’s thigh unintentionally simultaneously.
Seto’s eyes swivelled back and forth between Mokuba and Rafael before he chose
Mokuba as his first target.
“I believe you owe me an explanation,” Seto stated in a low voice before taking
a quick glance at his wrist watch, “I’ll have a meeting in about half an hour
and I hope that by this time our little... shall we say ‘discussion’ is
adjourned.”
He dropped the businessman-like voice before treating Mokuba to a long stare.
“How about ‘5 Questions’?” Seto suggested after what felt like infinity filled
with painful silence to Mokuba, “You know, Mokuba, a simple and easy game. Each
of us is allowed one question per round and the opposite is admonished to
answer correctly and truthfully. Thereby we’ll spare us and our...” there he
cast another glance at Rafael, “company the fatigue of emotional outbursts and
insensitive babbling.”
Mokuba nodded, nervously.
Rafael squeezed his thigh with cramped fingers.
“And though it’s different from our games of chess, where it has become custom
for you to make the initial moves, I hope you don’t mind if I’ll go first,”
Seto added before leaning forward, his fingers orderly steepled.
“Why aren’t you accompanied by your bodyguard?” Seto had a shot at the first
question.
Strike.
For a moment Mokuba was caught off balance and his mind was freezing at the
feeling of being found out. But instead of freaking out he took a side glance
at Rafael and felt the reassurance flooding back into his body.
“I asked him to give us the free space we needed,” Mokuba replied calmly and
without even the slightest hint of a tremor in his voice. Yes, he felt
confident again. So he went on further: “‘Us’ being Rafael and me.”
Was that enough? Had Seto gotten the message?
Mokuba dared to take a deep breath. He felt he still needed to add something.
“We needed to talk. In private.”
He watched those icy-blue eyes staring right into the core of his soul.
Yes, had probably been enough.
Seto must have gotten the message. And if he hadn’t then he still had Alister
to explain it to him later on...
“Okay, my turn now,” Mokuba announced after clearing his throat.
Mokuba locked gazes with Seto.
He’s challenging me, Mokuba thought. I know that he’s challenging me. He’s just
waiting for me to ask him an intimate question.
Alister on the other hand was trying to evade Mokuba’s inquisitive gaze as he
clasped his eyes on him.
So that’s what he wants me to ask...
“How did you two meet up?” Mokuba asked, nodding towards Alister in the least
offending way possible to rule out any misunderstandings.
“It’s a long story,” Kaiba replied after giving the question some
consideration.
“That’s not fair,” Mokuba snapped, “I thought we’d established that all
questions are to be truthfully and correctly answered.”
“It is true; it is a long and complicated story” Kaiba insisted, “And as I said
earlier I try to make this as short as possible.”
Mokuba harrumphed. One hand sliding beneath the table his fingers entwined with
Rafael as he dragged his friend’s hand upwards where it wouldn’t be shielded
from Seto’s view.
“Are you doing this to provoke a reaction?” Kaiba asked.
“No,” Mokuba replied instantly, a devious glint in his eyes, “But thanks for
the suggestion.”
“Since when have you two been this close?” Seto inquired further as he leaned
forward a bit.
Mokuba remained in his current position, not giving an inch. “Long story,” he
retorted with a smug smile.
To his surprise he found Seto smiling in return.
“Oh, and you broke the rules by asking two questions consecutively which means
I win,” Mokuba went on.
He treated his older brother to a broad grin. Something in Seto’s face seemed
to melt away.
He didn’t look as strained as before. Had Mokuba proved that he was worthy
before his brother’s eyes?
True, beating Seto in a game always felt like a major triumph to Mokuba.
Even if it was at something you could hardly call a game.
What followed was silence between the two brothers as they eyed up each other
carefully.
But it wasn’t the cold silence of suspicion or indifference. They were
carefully calculating and reinterpreting their views on one another, weighing
their options of daring to ask another question, considering their next steps,
their opponent’s next step and what they could do to prevent them from
succeeding.
They knew that their counterpart was, in a way, their worst nightmare, knowing
their strengths and weaknesses better than they knew themselves.
And yet this mind game, yes you could only call it a game for some sort, was
extremely important for the two of them.
Mokuba felt stronger and more confident than before; and he knew that the
sooner Seto felt his urge to grow up and become independent of him, the sooner
he realized that his little brother didn’t need protection anymore because he
could look after himself and make his own decisions, the better it would be for
both Mokuba’s self-esteem and relationships.
Whether he’d keep Rafael as his fuck-buddy and spend the rest of his life with
him or ditch him next month wasn’t important.
What mattered was that Seto respected his choices.
Eventually the two brothers found themselves smiling at one another the
respectful smile of equal opponents.
“One last question,” Kaiba declared after the tension between them had
subsided.
Mokuba looked at his big brother expectantly.
“Are you safe?” Kaiba asked, his piercing eyes forcing their way into Mokuba’s
soul.
Mokuba didn’t have to give this some consideration.
He knew the answer by heart.
“Yes,” was all Mokuba replied.
And Seto nodded gratefully before shaking Rafael’s hand and excusing himself
for having to leave this early before leaving the money at the table and
dragging Alister after him.
Mokuba relaxed in his seat while cuddling up to Rafael.
Of course Mokuba had known what Seto had wanted to know.
He’d wanted to make sure that Mokuba loved Rafael; that he’d chosen him and
trusted him down to the core; that Rafael belonged to him and wanted to
ascertain whether Mokuba was sure of that fact.
But Mokuba was sure.
He’d never been so sure of anything in his life ever before. Well, at least it
felt that way.
But he’d chosen Rafael.
And he knew that with his strong guardian protecting him he’d always be safe.
Chapter End Notes
     Okay.
     A big thank you to all the readers who left reviews or kudos or just
     stood by and waited for this story to be concluded.
     That’s right, the main story ends here. Sorry about that. I just
     thought it best if it would end this way.
     But: There are going to be at least 2 Bonus Chapters. They’re set
     after the main story but are not in chronological order (not
     necessarily).
     And who knows? If the inspiration is still flowing and I get a few
     nice comments *wink wink* there are probably going to be even more
     chapters following.
     Considering the musical references:
     In the last chapter Rafael was listening to ‘Too much and too lovely’
     by Alyse Black
     In this chapter the first one was ‘Every time’ by Britney Spears (I
     really should stop listening to that kind of pop music myself...) and
     ‘It’s a sin’ by Pet Shop Boys.
     All in all, thanks again for reading.
***** BONUS CH1: Halloween Fun *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
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…”
Chapter End Notes
     Happy Halloween!
     (if you happen to be celebrating it)
     Damn. Tried to embed a picture of a fitting pumpkin but it just
     doesn't work.
     For all those who want a look at it follow the link: https://flic.kr/
     p/YTuSvo
***** BONUS CH2: Pretend *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
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 note for details).
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.
Chapter End Notes
     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.
     And special thanks to DxS for the comments!
***** BONUS CH3: Strangers *****
In the darkness of the parking lot Rafael felt a hand nestling between his
thighs.
He’d just turned off the head lights and already Mokuba was getting cuddly.
“Wait until we’re in our room,” Rafael said before kissing Mokuba’s cheek.
Mokuba grabbed Rafael’s neck and pulled him closer, his tongue darting between
Rafael’s soft lips to tantalize his mouth. He sucked and kissed his way across
his throat before Rafael managed to pull away.
“I said wait,” Rafael cursed under his breath and readjusted his tie.
“Horny,” was all Mokuba managed to say before lunging at Rafael who fought him
off politely but with adamant determination.
Rafael retrieved his key. Mokuba’s hand clasped around his arm as he was about
to open the door.
“I want a quickie. Here. In the car. Now.” Mokuba took a deep breath and
groaned into Rafael’s ear.
“No.”
Rafael had freed his arm and indicated to Mokuba to get out of the car as well.
Mokuba crawled out awkwardly. He wasn’t used to butterfly doors and hoped he’d
never get to.
“Want you,” Mokuba whispered sweetly as he snuggled up to Rafael, grabbing his
hand enthusiastically and giving it a firm squeeze.
“Safe that for later,” Rafael replied while detangling their fingers. He
ruffled Mokuba’s hair before placing and arm around his shoulders, “And tell
your boner that it can’t stick out like that right now.”
“Then take care of it,” Mokuba chuckled and gave a seductive sigh. He pulled
Rafael to a stop and rubbed his groin against Rafael’s thigh.
“This is a high-class wellness resort/hotel, they’ve got camera surveillance
everywhere,” Rafael stated solemnly. Heading for the elevator he dragged a
moderately displeased Mokuba behind him.
Mokuba got shoved away by Rafael, who indicated with the nod the camera at the
ceiling of the elevator, and thereby kept him from reaching for his lover’s fly
of the trousers.
Mokuba treated the elevator’s panel to a quick glance. Rafael’s hand lashed out
to keep him from pressing the ‘STOP’ button just in time.
He pulled Mokuba’s face upwards while glaring at him.
“All I ask of you is to behave like a decent human being until we’re alone in
our room,” Rafael growled, “Do you think you can manage that?”
He instantly regretted his harsh tone. But at least it had sufficed to keep
Mokuba off his chest, well actually off his balls, for now.
Mokuba had refused to stand by his side while Rafael chatted gentleman-like
with the receptionist.
He noticed her eyes resting on Mokuba who retorted a huffish glare.
“Room No 302 it was?” Rafael asked as politely as possible. He cleared his
throat before glaring over his shoulder at Mokuba.
“Yes, sir,” the receptionist nodded while retrieving the keys, “Three exquisite
rooms and a balcony. The view from up there is more than refreshing and puts
you in mind of an authentic recreation -oasis in the Alps.”
“I’m sure it does,” Rafael agreed. He was unsettled to find Mokuba still
sulking.
The keys were placed in front of Rafael only to be snatched from under his
fingers from Mokuba who treated them to a critical glare. Then his eyes rose to
meet Rafael’s.
“Come on, let’s go,” Mokuba grumbled while grabbing Rafael’s hand and tugging
at it impatiently.
Rafael noticed the square look the receptionist shot him and smiled a bit
embarrassed. “You’ll have to excuse my...companion’s behaviour,” he apologized
while clearing his throat.
Mokuba turned to make sure he had the receptionist’s full attention.
“But daddy...!” he complained, a vicious glint in his eyes.
Rafael coughed nervously as he returned to the elevator with him.
“Don’t think about suffocating me,” Mokuba said cheekily as soon as they were
alone in the elevator, “there are surveillance camera’s everywhere.”
Rafael said nothing. He remained silent even after he had closed room No 302’s
door behind them and, to Mokuba’s displeasure, fully clothed too.
“Come on, I’m sure they have no cameras here,” Mokuba said while pulling off
his shirt. He disposed of his trousers before bouncing up and down on the bed
experimentally.
He locked gazes with Rafael before patting the empty space beside him
invitingly.
“Why did you say that?” Rafael growled. He needed all his strength to control
himself and not slap Mokuba across the face, “Why for heaven’s sake did you
tell her that you were my son?”
“I thought it was funny,” Mokuba tried defending his actions while hugging
Rafael, “You really should have seen the look on her face. Not to mention the
look on your face...”
“It’s not funny, it’s weird and most of all it is disgusting,” Rafael replied
and groaned, hiding his face behind his hands.
“Okay, I didn’t behave, I deserve to be punished for that,” Mokuba agreed. He
got onto all fours and presented his round and soft backside to Rafael, “Spank
me.”
“No,” Rafael stated in dead earnest while pulling out his laptop, “I’ll have a
look what other hotels are close by.”
“Don’t make such a fuzz about it,” Mokuba sighed while snuggling up to Rafael
again, “She certainly won’t sneak around the rooms and listen at the doors.”
“Why does it always have to be incest?” Rafael asked after a quick glance at
his laptop.
“No expensive hotel nearby?” Mokuba deducted.
“I’m serious. Why do you have to bring up the subject of incest again?” Rafael
went on while stuffing the laptop back into his briefcase.
Mokuba shrugged.
“Why can’t you admit that I’m your toy-boy?” Mokuba asked.
“I won’t deny it,” Rafael replied.
“That’s not the same thing,” Mokuba pointed out.
“Is this really what this is all about?” Rafael asked.
Mokuba folded his arms.
“No.”
Rafael rolled his eyes while taking off his jacket. “Then what is it?”
Mokuba shrugged again. “Nothing,” he replied eventually, “I was just mad at you
for denying me pleasure.” His face brightened up. “Okay, I’m sorry. So can we
please get on with the foreplay? My ass is itching for your big cock.”
“You should probably have it looked at, then,” Rafael replied but retorted a
soft smile.
Mokuba grabbed Rafael’s tie and loosened it up, nearly throttling him while
pulling it over his head. He kissed his neck, ran his fingers over his strong
body anxiously, moaning softly while gasping for air.
There was a knock.
Both of them turned to see the door slowly opening.
Mokuba got pushed back onto the bed while Rafael turned.
“I apologize for the inconvenience, sir, I’ve only just noticed that the
bedroom has a double bed,” the meek voice of the receptionist protruded from
the door.
Rafael got up and adjusted his shirt before heading for the door.
“It’s no inconvenience,” Mokuba assured her. He sat on the bed in his
underwear, with his arms folded in front of his chest.
The receptionist, daring to push back the door further, caught a glimpse of the
scantily dressed body of Mokuba lounging on the bed. Her jaw almost dropped.
She stared at him in shock before turning to Rafael.
Rafael smiled at her. Being used to awkward situations wasn’t much of a help
now.
“You may go now,” Mokuba ordered the perplexed receptionist, who was visibly
struggling to come to terms with what was going on, out, “As I said: everything
is alright.”
Mokuba treated her to a long and penetrating stare. It was something he’d
learned from his big brother: let others know that you’re superior, that they
have to obey you and they will do as they’re told.
A self-satisfied smile danced across his lips as the door was shut almost
instantly.
Rafael remained at the door and took a deep breath.
“You probably shouldn’t have answered that door,” Mokuba explained before
rolling onto his stomach, “But never mind. I’m getting cold and I need you to
warm me.”
Rafael returned to the bed.
“That nosy little squirt,” Mokuba chuckled dismissively in remembrance of the
intruding receptionist while he tugged at Rafael’s belt impatiently.
But to Mokuba’s displeasure Rafael detached his fingers from his belt buckle
and busied himself with compiling his clothes, obviously to get dressed.
Mokuba darted forward and grabbed Rafael’s tie. He rubbed it over his thighs,
let the soft fabric brush over his skin…he felt his flesh tingling at the
warmth of the cloth, Rafael’s warmth, so close to him and so soft and tender…
Rafael snatched the tie from Mokuba’s trembling fingers and let it disappear in
the pockets of his trousers.
“You’re not going to please yourself with any of my belongings,” Rafael stated
quite clearly.
“Most of all it’s your job to please me,” Mokuba purred while rolling around on
the bed.
Rafael sighed. He looked tired and the overall strained expression had
worsened.
“Sorry,” he mumbled eventually while collapsing onto the bed, “I’m not in the
mood.”
Mokuba cocked his head to one side and treated his otherwise virile lover to a
long stare. He brushed over his tensed back and caressed his neck.
“But you’re...” Mokuba began but fell silent as Rafael sighed.
“It’s not just the act you’ve put up before the receptionist that killed my
sex-drive,” Rafael went on, “Well, mostly it is because of that. I’ve had
enough of your strange fetishes.”
“It’s not a fetish,” Mokuba protested by Rafael signalled him to hear him out
first: “I’m not saying that I’m not going to sleep with you ever again. Even
though it feels like this at the moment. Either way right now I’m not in the
mood so you better start thinking about how you want to spend your time before
dinner.”
Having said that Rafael pulled his laptop into his lap and started working on
it.
Mokuba, dumbfounded, observed his busy friend disbelievingly at first. Then he
started snuggling up to Rafael, purred into his ear, licked his fingers while
he was typing, kissed his neck, tried distracting him with shamelessly loud
moaning and dug his hands into Rafael’s pants whenever possible, hoping to feel
just one treacherous twitch of his soft cock beneath his touch.
Rafael ignored Mokuba up to the point where aforementioned teenager was about
to perform fellatio on his flash-drive.
“You’re getting it all wet,” Rafael pulled Mokuba’s head upwards before
glowering at him. Between his clenched teeth Mokuba held the flash-drive and
chuckled.
“I said I don’t feel like doing you here and now and that’s that,” Rafael
pointed out, trying to sound austere and serious.
Like an adult.
“Okay dad,” Mokuba replied before ducking under Rafael’s hand and giggling
uncontrollably.
Rafael took a deep breath. He rammed the flash-drive back home and tried to
overcome the strong urge to strangle Mokuba.
“Don’t you want to punish me?” Mokuba asked playfully. He sat down on one of
Rafael’s thighs and rubbed his most delicate spots against the warm flesh
underneath him. “I’ve been a bad boy, daddy...”
“Enough of this,” Rafael took a deep breath. He struggled to free his body from
Mokuba’s oppression, “You’re only making it worse.”
Mokuba retorted a dirty chuckle. Rafael buried his face in his hands.
“Come on,” Mokuba teased, “I’ve felt your violently pulsing flesh; you’re
itching to ram that thing deep into me...”
“It just won’t work, alright?” Rafael replied huffish.
“Maybe we need something to get you started,” Mokuba pointed out. He presented
himself to Rafael, peeked seductively over his shoulder while running his hands
over his shivering body. He groaned, softly at first but soon with the wild and
intimate anticipation Rafael loved.
Mokuba guided Rafael’s hands over his calves, let them dart for cover between
his thighs and nestle against his groin.
Stifled hisses escaped Mokuba’s lips as he felt Rafael’s warm fingers pressed
against his half-hard cock. They patted the slowly protruding bump in his
shorts, felt him up, headed for his tight entrance only to take a different
turn and patrol the tenderest flesh, Mokuba’s smooth testicles
Rafael was allowing Mokuba his own pleasure, yes. But he wasn’t joining in.
Mokuba breathed heavily while rolling onto his stomach. He separated his legs,
thrust out his buttocks and, with his hands firmly clenching his buttcheeks,
presented his gaping entrance to Rafael.
“Come on,” Mokuba groaned before his head sank back into the duvet, “I want
you. Now.”
Rafael hesitated.
He was weighing his options; he was thinking instead of obediently succumbing
to his sex drive.
There was the faintest sound of deep and powerful moans, moans escaping from
youthful lungs, from a body twitching in lust-fuelled ecstasy.
Both Mokuba and Rafael stopped their half-hearted foreplay to listen to
whatever the next room’s occupant was doing.
Another voice joining in on the roar of frenzy identified their neighbours as a
couple. Or simply fuck buddies.
Mokuba strained his ears and listened before grabbing Rafael’s hands.
Maybe that would do the trick...
“You like that, don’t you?” Mokuba asked heatedly, “Don’t tell me listening in
on their intimate conversation isn’t a massive turn on...”
Mokuba’s fingers patrolled Rafael’s abdomen before dashing towards his
trousers. After unzipping his pants he shoved his hand between Rafael’s slowly
swelling cock and the slightly stretched material desperately trying to hide
his arousal.
Mokuba massaged some life into Rafael’s proud organ, giving him a fast and
slick hand job until his thickening cock would pop out of the trouser’s fly.
Mokuba admired his handiwork and leaned down to place a sopping kiss on
Rafael’s member when he felt Rafael grabbing his hair and pulling his head back
upwards.
With a low growl droning in his throat Mokuba rested his head on Rafael
shoulders, kissing his neck instead of his beloved dick.
“Oh yes... yes, oh God yes... oh God, deeper...”
Mokuba chuckled at the ecstatic outbursts from the lovers next door.
“It sounds like his partner really is spoiling him.”
“And he’s kind enough to let us know that he’s a religious man,” Rafael added.
He stared disapprovingly at his protruding and pulsing member.
Mokuba rolled his eyes.
“He’s enjoying himself,” Mokuba pointed out as his hands started a new attempt
to coddle Rafael’s most sensitive spots, “And you should follow his example...”
“If my ears are not mistaken he’s the recipient of the act of anal sex
currently performed in the adjacent room in contrast to me, as I am sure that I
may function as the donor in our carnal settlement,” Rafael replied bluntly.
“You make that sound really boring,” Mokuba protested. He ran his fingers over
Rafael’s chest and stripped him off his shirt.
“Sex is boring when you’re not up for it,” Rafael explained as he brought
himself to fondling Mokuba’s shoulders, “and awkward too.”
They sat in silence while waiting for the pair from next door to produce more
than lust filled groans.
Well, for Mokuba it would have been enough; hell, it would have been enough for
him to pretend that someone was next door and would listen in on them.
As long as he was horny anything would do.
But he wanted Rafael to feel it too. Rafael could be monster, a raging beast in
bed. And he really wanted to be savaged by his lust.
“Oh for fuck’s sake... fuck yes, do it... do it! Oh yeah, Oh God...!”
“A little screamer,” Rafael commented unmoved by the recent events next door.
“Sounds cute, doesn’t he?” Mokuba asked. He scrambled into Rafael lap and tried
fuelling his lust by rocking his hips against Rafael’s.
“Maybe we should ask him if he wants to join us. That is, if it’s alright for
his friend... well, he could watch...”
Rafael didn’t even bother to consider this and brushed aside Mokuba’s
suggestion with a gruff “No”.
“Never had a threesome before?” Mokuba teased. He grabbed Rafael’s shoulders to
ride him more steadily.
“What do you think?” Rafael asked.
Mokuba gave this some thought.
“You like to pretend that you’ve got big balls,” Mokuba bantered.
This comment succeeded in wrenching a smile from Rafael’s lips.
“I’m sure you’ve experienced yourself that I don’t have to pretend anything...”
Rafael remarked slyly and reached down to stroke Mokuba’s ass before grasping
his own testicles and rubbing them playfully against Mokuba’s back entrance.
“You’re also a screamer, aren’t you?” Rafael asked as bickering turned into
verbal stimulus, “Well, supposing you know your ass is going to get impaled
despite lacking any sort of lubrication I bet you’d scream your head off…”
Mokuba locked gazes with Rafael. He stared into those icy blue eyes and got
drawn into their depthless coldness. He couldn’t read his eyes. Rafael’s face
might betray his thoughts; but his eyes were the empty, featureless flames
glowing in the darkest abyss of his skull.
The inexpressive eyes of a predator.
And they remained a mystery to Mokuba.
Therefore Mokuba tried not to flinch as Rafael yanked his hips towards his
body. A self-satisfied smile ran across his lips at the sound of Mokuba finally
daring to breathe out.
“You wouldn’t put it past me to shag you raw,” Rafael commented with a smirk,
“I thought you could trust me this much.”
“I trust you. I didn’t scream for help,” Mokuba replied while sinking into
Rafael’s lap, “Also I know you well enough and trust you enough to not trust
you with my ass. I know my precious assets make your blood boil.”
Before Rafael could have replied a snappy remark Mokuba had slipped his fingers
into Rafael’s mouth and brushed over his tongue, demanding its full attention.
Inevitably Rafael sucked at them and treated them to the tenderest oral
delights he was capable of.
As his fingers were slick and dripping Mokuba retrieved them only to let his
hands travel further downward and stretch his anus playfully.
In anticipation of the impending intrusion Rafael flipped Mokuba onto his
stomach and pulled apart his sweet pink back entrance and spat at, and at some
points into, the gaping hole to facilitate a smoother penetration.
Mokuba looked over his shoulder while pressing his chest onto the bed and
lifting his rear end.
“Oh yes… oh fuck yes…oh God… oh…”
With a deep sigh and a throttled yelp from Mokuba Rafael bore into his body and
stopped, giving Mokuba the time he needed to catch his breath and get used to
the feeling of his extremely swollen cock inside of him.
Mokuba’s ass was extremely tight but would stretch around Rafael’s length soon
enough. It remained a mystery to Rafael why Mokuba, who kept humping and
begging him for more at the first opportunity, wasn’t, well… worn-out and more
spaciously by now. But for some reason the smaller and tender body stayed small
and tender.
And apart from the opening thrust it was extremely pleasurable…
“Yeah, come on… come on… give it to me… please, oh God…”
Rafael grinded his hips against Mokuba’s rear end. “Can’t he be private about
anything?” he asked a bit unnerved and grunted. Ploughing Mokuba’s arse was a
pleasure worth the effort; but it was an effort nonetheless.
“Would you rather have me squealing like that?” Mokuba asked and gave it a try
himself, “Oh yes, oh please yes, I want it deeper!”
Rafael showed his disaffirmation by taking the air out of Mokuba’s lungs by
forcing him face down into the bed.
“The sound of you struggling for air beneath my body will do,” Rafael stated
quite clearly while grabbing Mokuba’s neck and pulling his head upwards again.
Mokuba, panting like mad bucked up and grinded against the mattress himself as
his nether regions felt the sweet velvety touch of the duvet beneath them.
He turned his head and, out of the corner of his eyes, took a glimpse of Rafael
kneeling behind him. The feeling of his warm limbs clashing against his
rhythmically as he penetrated him slowly but with passion was sending shivers
down his spine.
The duvet cover felt hot and sticky beneath his hands. Mokuba dug his nails
into the mattress and grabbed the cover as Rafael hit the most sensitive spots
deep inside of him, thereby eliciting the sweetest guttural moans from him.
Mokuba growled and swore as he penetrated the sheets, his cock drilling
vigorously into the soft but soon badly stained fabric.
“Oh God, yes… give it to me… yeah, give it to me… come on… give it to me…
please give it to me…!”
This time Rafael raised his voice, angered by their room’s neighbour’s erratic
outbursts and in an attempt to spur their partner further on:
“For fuck’s sake can someone please give it to him?”
The moaning and cursing next door continued despite Rafael’s request.
Mokuba couldn’t help chuckling beneath him before moaning aloud – Rafael’s
veiny cock really felt too good right now. His head was forced into the nape of
his neck as Rafael yanked at his hair while picking up the pace.
Hurting Mokuba was the thing while building up his climax; Mokuba was too
overwhelmed, too fascinated and impassioned by his own feelings he had trouble
channelling them to let them reach their zenith. Rafael knew that Mokuba was
too inexperienced and irritated while he got shagged, that he was struggling to
stay on top of his actions, of his mind while his body showered him in these
unearthly sensations.
A bit of physical pain was a good way to keep him grounded.
Rafael mused that it would soon be time to let Mokuba in on the secrets of
bondage, of pain and pleasure, of the gratification of bottomless devotion…
Despite his age he was… well, Mokuba was eager to learn and tough. But Mokuba
couldn’t even trust himself when he was getting aroused.
Rafael gave a grunt while pulling at Mokuba’s hair.
Maybe some other time.
Beneath him Mokuba howled and tried to escape Rafael’s grip while struggling to
stay as close to his violently thrashing cock as possible.
He fought for breath and, as Rafael slowly detached his hand, toppled forward,
staining the sheets beneath him as he, without warning, ejaculated onto the
bedding.
Rafael enjoyed the aftershocks of Mokuba’s orgasm prickling through his body as
his thrusts became fast and close.
“Oh God yes… oh yes…”
The sudden outburst and the long drawn-out sigh was a sure sign that the couple
next door had finally reached the peak of their climax. To Rafael’s pleasure
their audible love show was finally subsiding.
“Finally,” Rafael growled under his breath before retrieving his cock. He
flipped a barely resisting Mokuba onto his back, spread and lifted his legs
before pressing ahead one last time while giving Mokuba the deepest massage of
his pelvic floor he’s ever had.
As always Rafael ejaculated inside Mokuba with just the faintest sign of relief
on his face. He released a quiet grunt before pulling out, his hot sperm
sloshing out of Mokuba’s stretched anal cavity almost instantly.
But to his surprise he felt the hot droplets of Mokuba’s fresh sperm blazing a
trail down his stomach. Rafael couldn’t help priding himself with making Mokuba
come twice while shagging him.
Nonetheless Mokuba was back on his shaky legs in less than a minute and was, as
he assured Rafael, in dire need of a wash after their exhausting amorous
adventure.
Rafael didn’t feel that neither he nor his partner needed to wash right; before
long he would plough Mokuba’s cute arse again.
But Mokuba insisted which offered him the perfect opportunity to step outside
on the balcony, barely modestly dressed in just his underwear and his shirt,
and take in the beautiful backdrop surrounding the hotel.
It wasn’t long before the balcony’s door from next room got pushed open.
Rafael turned and took a glimpse over the obviously too low partition wall,
illustrated in the traditional Chinese fashion of two red crown cranes, and
stared.
In total shock Alister stared back.
“You…” Rafael managed to mumble before his eyes were drawn to the slightly ajar
door through which Alister had just emerged. Strangely enough Rafael couldn’t
have recognized his voice, which was rather unsettling. He’d heard Alister cry
and scream, back then he had accompanied him and supported him when he had been
struggling with his emotions… well obviously not all emotions.
He couldn’t help wondering what Alister’s orgasm face would look like. And he
hated himself for realizing that he was blushing
“And what escapade has led you here?” Rafael eventually managed to ask.
“A business trip,” Alister stammered. He evaded Rafael’s gaze as he was visibly
humiliated.
“Who are you accompanying?” Rafael asked but felt his blood curdling as he
heard a too familiar voice emerging from the slightly ajar door.
“Honey?”
Rafael ducked in dire need of shelter as a half-naked Seto Kaiba with the most
relaxed facial expression he had ever seen on him stepped out onto the balcony.
“Who were you talking to?” Seto went on while wrapping his arms around
Alister’s chest and pulling him gently closer.
“It…our neighbour…” Alister mumbled while turning his head aside, hoping to
thereby distract his lover while Rafael was slowly retreating to his room.
But he could have sworn that he’d felt Seto’s stare in his neck and feared that
the suddenly exclaimed: “Wait!” had been addressed to him.
He slammed the balcony’s door shut and started searching for his clothes.
Mokuba tottered back into the room, naked and without the slightest hint of
shame.
“No round two?” Mokuba asked perplexed.
Rafael shoved Mokuba’s clothes into his unresisting hands.
“Later,” Rafael promised him nervously, “But first you’ll have to impress me
with your skills at creeping down a corridor in complete silence.”
***** BONUS CH4: Precious Ruby *****
Chapter Summary
     Seto is having dinner with an unexpected contractual partner...
     Special thanks to DxS and talyag for the comments and suggesting more
     Seto/Alister action.
     This chapter is for you two.
“Seto Kaiba... Sir?”
For now Seto Kaiba ignored the message transmitted via his in-house PCS. His
eyes moving steadily he read the contract time and time again, checking
phrases, spelling and searching for the minor mistakes every secretary made.
Even the ones he employed, regardless of sex, age and physicality.
Oh, it had seemed such a glaring mistake, the increasing number of secretaries
his company had offered a workplace.
And foolishly he had fallen for the tempting idea the head of personnel had
suggested: deplete them. Just keep the best of the best.
Technology was the future, right?
And secretaries can be replaced. Most of their daily routine consists of
paperwork a machine can handle in half their time. So why not switch to this
new software and benefit from the artificial intelligence’s advantages.
“Is the CEO not in...? May I speak to him please...?”
Still Seto Kaiba busied himself with finishing the last paragraphs and trying
to drown out the annoying voice of one of his employees which droned in the
earpiece resting neglected beside his laptop.
Finally he fell back into his chair, sighing with strained relief.
3 spelling mistakes and an incomplete sentence in four pages. Well that was far
from being impressive. But at least it wasn’t worse than his average secretary.
But it was weird, Seto had to agree. Not so long ago software had spellchecked
his documents. Now he was proofreading a computer program’s emission.
Either way he ended up with doing more paperwork than he was comfortable with.
Seto glared at his earpiece. Absentmindedly he had picked up a pen and was
pushing it around on his desk, thereby adding a distorted edge to the
incomprehensible babbling transmitted through it.
The in-house personal communication channels had been a necessity, as annoying
as it may seem. If any of Seto’s employees thought they couldn’t be bothered to
decide anything themselves they resolved to bothering him instead.
On the up side his employees were intimated by the idea of an unexpected
private talk with their boss. Their workplace, their desk, the small couch
which was threatening fire protection laws and yet no one had told their
superior about it... nothing was a safe haven anymore.
By now most of the employees were nervous wrecks, after having their daydreams
at the coffee machine interjected by their employer’s voice, but they were hard
working and determined.
And they were so anxious to make even the tiniest mistake they turned to their
CEO for everything.
Seto treated the earpiece to a scrutinizing stare.
At least he didn’t have to decide whether they had coffee or tea during their
break...
Yet.
“Seto-sama.”
Seto picked up his earpiece and adjusted it almost instantly. Only one of his
subordinates tended to address him like this.
“I’m listening, Isono.”
“Seto-sama, as much as I try not to incommode you with incongruous affairs,”
Isono replied honestly, “I’m afraid your presence is required at the main
entrance.”
Seto considered this.
“Any particular reason why my personal assistance is compulsory?” Seto asked
while stowing away his laptop and adjusting his tie.
“It is,” and there Isono seemed to hesitate which he had probably never done
before, “It is a matter which should be treated with great delicacy. And I must
admit that I’m sorry to pass this on to you but I’m convinced that it is what
you would expect of me.”
“I’ll be there in a minute,” Seto replied, already waiting in front of the
elevator, “And please do remind me to suggest you for an in-company training
course on ‘How to break bad news to someone as lightly as possible’.”
Being called to the main entrance, Seto reflected darkly, was one of the worst
scenarios.
Only a person you didn’t trust enough to be led into a conference room would be
kept there to be on the safe side. Someone who was eager on drawing as much
attention as possible to themselves if their wishes were not met.
Someone who couldn’t be disposed of by a security guard because they were
either too important or too ignorant to disappear with dignity.
As he strolled through the entrance hall, nodding at receptionist and passing
staff members acknowledgingly, Isono was already heading towards him.
He looked nervous which was in Seto’s experience a terrible sign. Whatever had
shaken his most competent subordinate would probably knock him out cold.
“I beg your indulgence, Seto-sama. He wouldn’t be fobbed off and insisted on a
private conversation. I had hoped we could resolve this problem without calling
too much attention to it but...”
“Thank you, Isono,” Seto cut his assistant short icily, “I will resolve it
myself.”
A dash quieter he added, “But I’d appreciate it if you’d stand by close to call
security if needed.”
Smile, Seto admonished himself, they say it terrifies my opponents.
“Kaiba Seto.”
Seto stopped. He knew that tone of voice. He knew it by heart and it sent
shivers down his spine.
The cold blue eyes bore into the steel orbs challenging them.
“Alister...” Seto mouthed hoarsely.
He held his breath, bristling with anger and surprise.
Alister adjusted his tie before extending a hand to Seto.
“I apologize for all the inconveniences caused,” Alister began while grabbing
Seto’s unresisting hand and shook it overenthusiastically.
Seto was close to losing it.
There stood the most fierce redhead he had had the misfortune to cross paths
with. And yet having traded his biker outfit for a rather plain suit and an
emerald tie he had lost some of his intimidating appearance.
“I’m terribly sorry for my arrival at such short notice,” Alister explained. He
lowered the briefcase he’d been clutching to his chest onto the receptionists’
counter to extend a hand towards Seto again.
Seto almost jumped.
Too many terrible memories were boiling up inside his mind. Reluctantly he
reached for Alister’s hand as part of his Pavlovian conditioning.
The handshake passed and Seto found himself once again standing opposite his
former archenemy who thrust a portfolio into his unresisting hands.
“Your secretary was rather hush-hush considering your availability. Therefore I
took matters into my own hand and thought I’d pop by and perhaps you’d...well,
you could squeeze me in around lunchtime?”
Seto listened to Alister’s voice as though it was coming from a distant point.
It was bizarre, dreamlike and most of all it wasn’t real. Of course it wasn’t
real, Alister’s voice sounded wrong, he sounded like any clerk he’d employ. And
he acted far too civilised and businessman-like.
All of a sudden Isono was standing right next to him, leafing through his
schedule for today because apparently he had just ordered him to. The moments
passed in the blink of an eye; Isono was now in possession of Alister’s
briefcase and his portfolio as Seto heard himself instructing him to organise
for them to meet up in private.
Strangely enough Alister was beaming at him.
“I take it you are free to be having lunch with me?”
And now they were already sitting in his car with his chauffeur driving away
far too fast for this moment to be true. But the car, their superficial chatter
and everything was running so smoothly. There would come the moment where his
subconsciousness would notice that, too, and would wake him from his soft
slumber.
He was leading the way to the restaurant’s table, the table, it appeared, he
was usually dining at.
Seto strutted forwards with a strange light-headedness. It felt as though he
was floating steadily with his feet not once touching the ground before he had
arrived at the table and arranged for Alister to be seated opposite to him so
they could face each other during their... what was supposed to happen again?
Seto shuddered inwardly, a slight twitching of his lower lip indicating the
rebellion raging inside of him.
Yes, a presentation. Alister was working for this... company and he supposedly
was an IT... well, whatever he was he was supposed to introduce Seto Kaiba, as
the chairman of the Kaiba corporation, to the
newest...bookkeeping...software... held during an informal lunch.
This was insane.
Of course it was insane! This wasn’t... real?
The icy wave of realization hit Kaiba as it dawned on him that he had just
invited a former enemy to be dining with him.
With horrified eyes Seto stared at Alister, as though he had seen him for the
first time since he had left him in his helicopter. He opened his mouth. And
shut it again.
“Kaiba?”
Seto disliked the sound of his own name, he hated Alister for daring to address
him like this, spitting the name of his predecessor like he always did.
“Is something wrong?”
Another wave hit him. Distress. Fear and panic. Rage and bloodlust.
His mind was overflowing with the emotions he was supposed to have passed
through during the past half hour. And now they were building up strength,
condensing their terrible peril in his brain to form one word, one word to
express it all.
“You?!”
Alister blinked at Seto. Nervously he looked around the restaurant, feeling the
other guests’ stares in his neck.
“Yes... sir,” Amelda replied, fumbling nervously with his glasses, “But you
appear to have lost me there...”
“Where?” Seto asked, judging by his tone of voice, unnecessarily harshly and
loudly.
Alister treated him to a long and lost stare.
“I beg your pardon?”
Seto took a deep breath, steepling his fingers on the dining table in front of
him. His common sense returned and appeared to calm him down. The emotions were
drained from his mind to give room to the cold calculations and facts.
Alister was back. Surely to have his revenge, his true revenge this time. He
had failed so miserably he had been bound to return. Obviously. He should have
expected it, really.
It was a new trick, a new trap, it had to be! What was his plan? What was this
company he was talking about, a new set-up to gain his attention, without
doubt. And this presentation...
“Are you feeling unwell?” Alister asked while treating him to a scrutinizing
stare. If he was trying to hide his uneasiness he was failing miserably.
‘No, should I?’ was the first reply which sprang to Seto’s mind as his gaze
fell down and onto the plate of assorted molluscs. But he bridled his tongue
just in time and settled for: “Do not let me detain you. As you were
explaining,” there he paused and let the past twenty minutes rattle through his
mind, “the benefits of storing the wage accounting in a cloud...”
At least Seto’s mind was no longer clouded. He had managed to slip the small
speaker of his phone into his ear and was dialling Isono’s number on his
wristwatch, unbeknownst to Alister.
Yes, the crystal clearness of his mind buzzing with ideas was really lifting
him up. It felt real and he felt alive and right now that was all that
mattered.
The laptop, which Seto had left in its sheath for too long, was now resting in
his lap, as usual, while he sent message after message to Isono concerning the
background checks he was supposed to run on Alister, while he was nodding
absent-mindedly to the aforementioned man’s presentation.
“The ‘Calculate Control tool’ of SubMasS specializes in...” Alister said while
pushing a pile of papers towards Seto. Seto rustled through them indifferently.
[What is SubMasS?] Seto typed into his messenger window while browsing in a
confidential file Isono had managed to obtain as a first result, alongside a
curriculum vitae Alister had filed as a job application to aforementioned
company.
According to a portfolio he was employed as chartered accountant. But judging
by the presentation Seto was treated to his instincts didn’t deceive him when
they told him that Alister was and will always be a hacking maniac.
And the product he described was far too advanced to originate from some small
firm he hadn’t heard of. No, this was definitely Alister’s doing. Probably a
new spying software.
“SubMasS is... it is a small, traditionalistic company which has recently
brought forth its first subsidiary company in Domino City,” Isono rasped
through the speaker, “Very promising company, stock market wise. Rapidly
growing but... it seems the owner likes to play it save. Their secludedness and
reluctance is also mirrored in the company’s motto ‘Fun without risk’.”
[IT company?]
“Well, sir,” Isono replied almost instantly, “you could say that certain
products in their catalogue require a lot of technological know-how and input.”
Seto growled quietly while tapping the side of his laptop. He caught a glimpse
of Alister smiling nervously at him before continuing his tiring speech of
compressed files and supervising systems.
[What exactly is SubMasS? Should I have heard of them?]
“I believe, sir,” Isono gulped, fighting for words, “You couldn’t have come in
contact with them. Judging by my personal work experience I wouldn’t expect you
to know anything about them...”
Seto gave this some thought. Isono appeared rather reluctant to let him in on
the little secret.
But he had grown tired of being kept in the dark.
[I’m dead serious. What kind of company is Alister working for?]
Seto listened. And gaped at Alister.
He didn’t let the recently gained information sink in but blurted out:
“You’re working for a sex toy factory?!”
Alister held his breath, his eyes swivelling sideways to check whether the
guests surrounding them had heard anything.
Yes they had. Oh boy, they were looking at him and he could feel his cheeks
reddening...
“I’m... I’m terribly sorry,” Seto mumbled and to his own surprise he meant it.
This had definitely come as a shock. Seto had been genuinely astonished
because... well, it didn’t seem like anything Alister would do. At all. Alister
was proud, set to have his revenge... wasn’t he?
Again Seto coughed as he noticed Alister was still shrinking in his chair.
“Please, do go on... I’m really sorry,” Seto tried to appease him while
refilling his own glass.
“How did he take the news of your knowledge, sir?” Isono’s voice came back over
the speaker.
[Like a very, very embarrassed man. Please keep looking into the matter Isono.
I need more background information. Something’s wrong about this.]
“Certainly, sir,” Isono replied obediently before his voice faded as he was
disconnecting.
Seto instructed Alister to continue and looked at some more graphs and
statistics. Funny really, he caught himself wondering, he never listened to
anything I said. And now he’s obeying my every word. He’s not in control, he
hasn’t even got control over his own words as he’s slurring through his little
speech. He seems... incomplete.
Of course, Seto reminded himself, Alister must have broken with rage and
hatred. But sadly he has failed to fill the hole in his heart with something
else.
He’s not even half of himself anymore.
Poor thing.
Seto frowned.
Where ever that came from.
“I would like to continue our little talk somewhere else,” Seto explained after
Alister had brought his presentation to a quick end.
“I do appreciate your offer,” Alister replied while clearing his throat
nervously, “But I’m afraid my presentation has already taken up too much of
your precious time. And apart from that I...”
“You wouldn’t like to accompany me longer than necessary,” Seto finished his
sentence and read in Alister’s face that he had touched a nerve.
“I’d lie if I said ‘Yes’,” Alister replied.
“And you’d lie if you said ‘No’,” Seto added, “Either way you’d end up lying.
So I suggest you follow my instructions and I’ll escort you to a place where we
can talk in private.”
He barely put up a fight, Seto thought while he shoved Alister back into his
car. He is a different man. Estranged.
And he’s not as skirmish. Just... reluctant.
How in the world did I recognize him? Even now I struggle to see the maniac I
knew...
It was a Gentlemen’s club. Not the kind of Gentlemen’s club which are shooting
out of the ground like mushrooms on a wet plain in the red light district
because some people think it sounds better than knocking shop.
No. Of course Seto was a well-paying costumer in the city’s most exquisite
Gentlemen’s club.
And here he would discuss takeovers, negotiate contracts or give a toast to the
signing of an agreement, enhanced by champagne, naturally.
Seto was greeted by one of the butlers with British reticence and as a gut
reaction he grabbed Alister’s wrist to drag him along behind him in case he
would stop dead, shaken to the core by all the lavishness surrounding him.
Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed Alister taking in all the little
details, the golden stucco work or the abundant and glittering chandeliers. But
he did it with his mouth open.
After Seto had arranged for them to talk in private in one of the most
exquisite rooms, and had ordered three bottles of champagne as a precaution, he
collapsed into one of the heavily upholstered chairs.
“Why, take a seat,” Seto said while tapping the empty chair beside him
invitingly, “Make yourself at home.”
Alister flinched. Seto wouldn’t have expected anything else from him. In a way
he was glad it had provoked a reaction, with Alister probably remembering his
home as a pile of rubble with various parts of deceased people sticking out at
each angle.
The last time he had seen Alister he had been a hot head, driven by rage, grief
and choleric bursts of intuition. And perhaps a little bit of madness.
Okay, the very last time he had seen him he was lying still with almost no
pulse and people were trying to convince him that he had just lost his soul
which is impossible and an extremely gullible thing to believe... and it
definitely hadn’t caused innumerable nightmares...
Seto shuddered at the mere recollection and felt inclined to open the first
bottle of champagne.
He cast a glance at Alister who was still standing in the doorway, mesmerized.
“You’re not joining me?” Seto asked while he helped himself to a glass.
Alister approached him and sat down as cautiously as he could, not willing to
sink into the chair.
He’s uncomfortable, Seto thought and gave a little chuckle.
Good.
Maybe now he’d finally begin telling the truth...
Seto was plying Alister with champagne while he made sure to dispose of his
glass’ contents by pouring them into the plant beside him. Since it hadn’t
wilted, and Seto had had to rely on this procedure several times in the past,
he was convinced it had a drinking problem.
But glass after glass would help Alister to relax and unclench his tongue.
There had to be something behind this. His sudden arrival, his intrusive
openness and the act of a man of business...
“You never told me your last name,” Seto remarked after a quick glance at the
tag on Alister’s jacket, “Alister D. Ikeda.”
Alister cleared his throat. “That’s not my real name.”
Seto nodded. “I could have guessed. A Japanese name doesn’t become you.”
Alister brought himself to a sly smile.
He’s not as tense anymore, Seto thought. But it seems he has also lost his
confidence.
“Although I must say I appreciate the idea behind it. The ‘D’ in your fake
identity is bound to stand for Daisaku. Daisaku Ikeda. Fighter for peace. Lost
his older brother in a war, too , if I’m not mistaken...”
“Let’s not talk about this,” Alister mumbled, visibly unnerved by the last
remark. He shifted in his chair.
“So,” he brought himself to picking up the conversation again, looking
expectantly at Seto.
Seto retorted a questioning glare.
“What do you think of ‘Calculate Control’?” Alister asked while sipping some
more champagne.
“An accounting tool,” Seto tapped the arm of his chair, “Judging by the charts
you showed me earlier and your little demonstration I’m tempted to believe that
it is something my company would need. Yet...”
Here Seto took a deep breath while monitoring Alister’s face.
He’s nervous. And he already looks as though he has lost all hope.
Why does he give in already?
Where is his fighting spirit?
“Yet I believe I could employ people to build this kind of software exclusively
and customised for my company.”
“While I don’t doubt your personal programming skills and your capability of
getting what you want the way you want it,” Alister said and glared at Seto who
bit back a chuckle, “I’m convinced there is no product apart from SubMasS’
Calculate Control that is safe enough to entrust your confidential data, such
as your investments, your expenditures or your sponsoring, to. Calculate
Control offers the best encryption possible, an extremely short data
transmission time while it is low in the utilization of computing resources.
You’ll no longer need a bookkeeping department.”
Seto gave this some thought.
“I’ve heard this before about my secretaries,” he replied grimly, “And yet the
only difference is that the software doesn’t demand more toilet breaks because
it has fallen pregnant.”
Alister blinked at him, perplexed.
Seto cursed himself for speaking his mind and blamed it on the one glass
champagne he had accidently downed.
“Anyway, how do I know that I won’t find someone else who can produce a
software such as Calculate Control?”
A bit of child-like pride resonated in his voice but Alister tried to play it
down as best as he could:
“Because I programmed it myself.”
“So your hacking skills finally paid off,” Seto remarked.
Alister shrugged. “I thought they paid off for Dartz’ purpose pretty well, too.
I cost you your American affiliated company.”
“Which is another reason why I wouldn’t buy any tool off you,” Seto pointed
out.
“And I couldn’t blame you for your decision,” Alister replied. But it wasn’t in
a sassy way in a game of wits. It was an honest reply.
Why was he being honest?
“Tell me, Alister,” Seto observed the ascending bubbles in his glass closely,
“How come an excellent software engineer like you is working in the
accountant’s department...?”
“Because they pay me,” Alister interrupted boldly.
“...where he gets less paid than most of my secretaries?” Seto finished
wonderingly.
Alister shrugged.
“As you can imagine I don’t have many degrees,” Alister retorted and, finally,
the little flame in his eyes was set ablaze, “I mean thanks to your adoptive
father most of my documents are ashes anyway, and I certainly won’t get a
reference from my former employer because he is not just dead but turned out to
be a snake-like entity as well.”
Alister popped another bottle and helped himself to some more champagne, which
visibly helped him cool down.
“Also I don’t think I’m cut out to work for big companies.”
Seto nodded, both irritated and relieved by Alister’s outburst. Alister was
speaking his mind now. Definitely. Maybe even a bit too much for Seto’s taste
since he couldn’t help feeling sorry for him.
“Although I’m probably going to regret it,” Seto sighed as he reached for the
now open bottle himself, “I’m going to ask you nonetheless: What does ‘SubMasS’
stand for?”
“Submission en mass,” Alister replied honestly, “You know in the meaning of
representing customers buying dutifully the products of the company. Funnily
enough it’s also about the BDSM merchandise they are selling as well, with the
sadism/masochism aspects and the submission...”
“I think I get the picture,” Seto cut him short before clearing his throat. No
wonder Isono wouldn’t expect him to know anything about that.
“At least the owner possessed a spark of decency as they chose not to go with
the name S/M Ltd,” Seto added before he could have stopped himself.
“The name was already taken,” Alister replied, adding a bit sheepish, “So I’ve
heard.”
Seto buried his face in his free hand before taking another sip of champagne.
He loosened the tie around his neck and dared to unbutton his sports jacket.
God, he hated alcohol. It made you dizzy, it made articulation and holding on
to a thought almost impossible and worst of all it ensnared you to losing
control.
Either way, Seto figured that Alister must have had more of the previous bottle
and was fortifying himself with the recently opened one. Not too recently, Seto
added on second thought, because it was already half empty.
“Still,” Seto tried to change the subject, “I’m still not convinced to invest
in your bookkeeping tool.”
Alister nodded wearily.
“I never thought this was a good idea,” Alister sighed while placing his glass
on the small table in front of him, “I knew I shouldn’t have come back to the
KaibaCorporation. I mean, I didn’t even want to go there in the first place. If
it weren’t for the head of my department I wouldn’t even be sitting here with
you...”
Seto nodded indifferently. Oh dear, what had he done? He had set a stage for
the self-pitying monologue of a drunken and resigned man.
And Alister was already close to crying.
“They were so impressed by my work and thought they could sell the tool I had
programmed for the company to other companies as well. And stupid as I was I
must have mentioned that I knew you personally... well, I had left out the part
where I had tried to kill you and your little brother...”
Alister tried to smile away the tears but couldn’t help it. He broke down.
“I’m so sorry for everything. I didn’t know what I was doing. I was so wrong
about so much in my life. I can never forgive myself for the pain and
destruction I have caused. I never wanted... oh God, I’m so sorry...”
Seto reached for the bottle and, no longer bothering to refill his glass, took
a swig out of it.
“Don’t mention it,” he said, trying not to look at the sad heap that was
Alister, “We all have our regrets.”
Like I regret plying you with alcohol, Seto thought grimly.
Alister took his time before his sobbing subsided and he would adopt an almost
civilised sitting posture again. As Seto refused to share the bottle of
champagne with him he popped a new one.
“I think you’ve had enough,” Seto remarked while glaring at Alister.
“I’ve had worse,” Alister replied and made sure to keep his bottle out of
Seto’s reach, “You’re not a drinking man yourself.”
“Neither are you,” Seto retorted. Again he failed at snatching the bottle from
Alister’s grip.
“That’s what you assume,” Alister snapped, “You can’t know it. You don’t know
anything about me.”
“I can tell that you’re not used to drinking large amounts of alcohol by the
way you’re acting after less than two bottles of champagne,” Seto replied, “And
believe me, I know more about your life than I am comfortable with.”
“Like what?” Alister asked.
“Like your shoe size, what brand of underwear you are wearing and that you’ve
had a colonoscopy one week ago and everything looks fine.”
Alister stared at Seto. Seto looked at him matter-of-factly.
Simultaneously they raised their bottles to their lips.
“How...” Alister began after a while but was cut off by Seto:
“Background information. I’ve done some research. Don’t ask.”
Alister complied and drowned his thoughts in champagne.
“Also, it’s not the amount of alcohol that matters,”
Alister spoke again after a while. He treated the bottle in his hand to a
scrutinizing glare.
“Champagne gets me faster because it’s sparkling,” Alister explained.
Seto looked back and forth between the bottle in his hands and his conversation
partner.
“It’s a carbonated drink is what I’m saying,” Alister sighed. He slumped in his
chair.
“Don’t tell me it’s not affecting you,” Alister went on.
Seto shrugged. He had almost swallowed enough of his pride to admit to a former
rival that he was slightly intoxicated.
“Looks expensive,” Alister remarked after another long stare he shot his
bottle.
“It is,” Seto replied almost instantly, “But you’re worth it.”
He had said it before he could have stopped himself.
Alister stared at him. Then he started giggling.
“I’m not sleeping with you after one bottle of champagne,” Alister explained,
chuckling heartily.
“Alright, it has already been three of them anyway,” Seto pointed out.
They both started laughing uncontrollably.
Alister slammed his hand down on Seto’s thigh before collapsing into Seto’s
arms.
Seto felt that he was blushing as the slap had caused his blood to rush down
towards his crotch. He struggled to grab Alister by his shoulders and tried
shoving him aside, fearing the red head might notice his stiffy.
Alister, on the other hand, enjoyed Seto’s disinclination and wrapped his arms
around his shoulders before slipping into his lap.
The increasing pressure upon his swelling member elicited a strained hiss from
Seto’s thin lips. He felt the thin fabric of his underwear stretching around
his pulsing organ and tried shifting his weight on his chair which only
resulted in Alister slipping closer towards him, thereby pressing down on his
tense sensitive spots even further.
Seto panted, fighting against his tipsy arousal and Alister’s sudden
intrusiveness. Feeling cornered, and his trousers as if they would rip any
minute, he saw no other way but to alleviate the pressure by unbuttoning his
trousers and slipping one hand into them to make room for his manhood manually.
He gasped in shock as he felt another hand joining the shrinking space between
his trousers and his underwear.
Seto looked at Alister who held his eyes closed while feeling him up.
One hand pushed his hair out of his face as the other one busied itself with
stroking Seto’s firm manhood affectionately. Alister let out a deep sigh. His
cheeks flushed.
Seto was too amazed by the touch of Alister’s hand, too consumed by his
unexpected affections to push him aside; yet he was too shocked to demand more
of him, too. So he could do nothing but wait until the pain in his rioting
privates became unbearable and, occasionally, clear his throat in case it
tipped Alister off to pick up the pace.
Seto had grabbed Alister by the shoulders again, but not, as the latter had
expected, as an admonition; Seto was visibly having a rough time remaining in
an upright position without shaking and twitching uncontrollably. He used
Alister to support himself against the devouring sensations of his arousal.
God, he wanted him so badly...!
Alister kissed his way across Seto’s neck as he was kneeling atop him, his
fingers tantalizing the twitching flesh they held firmly in their grip.
Their hands entwining Seto forced his mouth onto Alister’s while toppling
forward. The crash of overthrown furniture and the clatter of sterling cutlery
echoed through the corridor. It left Seto with ringing ears and a mild
concussion as a result of his blustering behaviour as he was now lying on the
floor, spread-eagled, staring at the bottom side of a tilted chair and feeling
slightly nauseas.
He had tried to force himself onto Alister, thereby levering aforementioned red
head out of his lap right before he had lost his balance, thus resulting in him
reducing the distance towards the ground drastically. But somehow Alister had
managed to escape from under him, thereby designating Seto to hit his own head
on the floor as they had tumbled down.
And while Seto was still busy catching up with recent events Alister had rolled
him onto his stomach so Seto could get a closer look at the fascinatingly
patterned carpet while he disposed of their trousers. Seto looked back over his
shoulder and caught a quick glimpse of Alister. Beads of sweat were glistening
on his forehead as the red head rubbed his firmly swollen cock over Seto’s soft
arse. Seto struggled beneath Alister, escaping his grip whenever his member
dared to press against his clenched rear entrance.
Feeling the intrusive flesh blazing a trail between his butt cheeks Seto’s hand
lashed out, grabbed Alister’s delicate organ and gave it a firm squeeze.
Alister retorted a stifled yelp before lunging at Seto and wrestling him onto
his side. The two bodies yearning for pleasure and burning with their own lust
fought for dominance.
The heat of Alister’s skin was exciting and Seto enforced his grip on Alister
as he had finally managed to position the, more or less fractious, body between
his thighs.
Alister snarled and tried to shake off Seto but he felt his own cock harden at
the sensation of Seto’s erect manhood brushing over his backside.
His hands grabbing the sides of Alister’s hips Seto thrust forward, his groin
grinding against the soft buttocks beneath him. He dared to gasp, dared to
breathe out and grunt as the urge to conquer and impale the twitching flesh
underneath gained ascendancy.
Seto’s first attempts were ungainly and not promising at all. Already he was
too horny to get a proper grip on Alister’s arse, squeezed and stretched his
buttocks inexpertly as he unsuccessfully tried to press forward and bury his
cock inside the soft moistness.
Alister flinched and groaned, displeasure dominating his voice. He barely
protested as Seto felt him up but became more and more riled up at Seto’s
fruitless attempts to give him dry anal.
Despite the oppressing situation Alister concentrated and took a deep breath.
Shoving the tipsy body atop him off posed less a problem than expected but
before Seto could have complained Alister had already wrapped his soft lips
around Seto’s length.
Soon Seto’s fingers entwined with Alister’s hair as he ran his hands over the
beloved head which allowed him such unearthly pleasures.
Wordlessly Alister spat on Seto’s manhood, spreading his saliva from tip to
shaft and kissing it in between. He worked Seto’s by now slick cock coolly,
gazing up into his icy blue eyes before rolling onto his back, spreading his
legs and guiding Seto’s hips towards his own.
Seto toppled forward, struggling to keep his balance before gripping Alister’s
thighs and forcing them further apart. Alister lifted his pelvis and lunged at
Seto as soon as he had forced his entrance. Nails digging into skin until they
drew blood they both sank heavily into each other’s embrace as Seto felt the
pressure of his loins becoming unbearably.
Had Seto been familiar with the phrase ‘to smash someone’s back out’ for having
sex he only probably would have wondered about its origins anyway.
Well, right now, with his repressed libido screaming for more inside his head,
he probably could have hazarded a guess.
Seto was instantly hooked on the feeling, the feeling of Alister stretching
around him, the moist hotness and the increasing pressure upon his erect
manhood. He thrust forward, empty-headed and ablaze with lust, and deepened his
intrusion inch by inch.
Alister’s steely eyes bore into him as he heaved and groaned at every push.
Finally they draw nearer as he sat up, their lips entwining in a ruthless and
sopping struggle.
Every thrust shook Alister to the core, the soft and fair skin vibrated to the
beat of Seto’s pulse as he was ploughing him ruthlessly.
Red, the colour of temptation, was blurring his vision. The precious gem inside
his arms, the beautiful ruby. Alister’s dark red hair epitomized lust, self-
indulgent lust and desire.
His long and soft hair. The mild odour of his alabaster skin.
Passionate ruby.
Seto was too fast and too inexperienced and already too far to try and hide any
of it.
He couldn’t last any longer and he knew it, and for fuck’s sake it felt too
goddamn good not to give in to it.
Seto coughed hastily before breaking into moans while treating Alister to the
last intense thrusts his hurting hips could manage. He barely felt anything
apart from the rapidly spreading satisfaction throbbing through his veins.
Alister’s hands lost their grip on Seto’s neck as KaibaCorporation’s CEO sat
up, trying to disengage his sweaty body from the hot limbs underneath him as
tactfully as possible.
Their eyes met and they locked gazes, involuntarily, as though they could only
exist in the other’s reflection.
Alister reached for his still erect member and started pleasing himself
manually and, to Seto’s irritation, almost soundlessly.
But the world around him was still spinning, the warmth and contentment still
pounding in his head, and so Seto’s lips were drawn to Alister’s chest as he
kissed and nuzzled his way up and down the prickling skin.
Seto felt the drops of Alister’s load as they blazed a trail down his own
sweat-covered body and searched Alister’s gaze. Right now he needed no answer,
no excuse or reply but the content smile on Alister’s lips. He dared to steal
another kiss from them.
Unnecessary amounts of coughs broke the awkward silence that dominated the room
while the two of them got dressed, not hastily, but as civilized as possible.
Their eyes affixed to the heavily carpeted floor they readjusted their ties and
buttoned their shirts, not even once bringing up the courage to search the
other’s gaze.
One might not be pleased with what one might find.
Alister searched the untidy room for his portfolio as Seto took to the knocked
over furniture.
“You’re not thinking about leaving, are you?”
Seto was surprised by his own openness; he had spoken before he could have
given it a second thought.
Alister turned to face him but evaded his gaze and preferred to fumble around
with his tie.
“I thought...I... I really think I should be...”
Seto’s eyes rested upon Alister’s tie writhing beneath his tender fingers. Then
he looked down to his portfolio.
“Fine,” he announced while pulling up a chair and retrieving a pen from the
recesses of his breast pocket, “Where do I sign?”
Finally Alister dared to look him in the eye. He was slightly stunned by Seto’s
cold and earnest stare.
Seto wrestled the portfolio from Alister’s barely resisting hands and leafed
through it. Eventually he found what he’d been searching for.
“I’m willing to accept your terms and conditions as long as you agree that
Calculate Control may only be used in closed session meetings on the provided
hardware. You’ll also agree that this signing of the contract is to be kept a
secret from the press.”
Alister stared at Seto with a blank expression on his face.
Seto urged him to sit down as he signed a contract amidst making further
annotations.
He held out his pen to Alister who stared at it as if he’d never seen the likes
of it before.
“Sign it.”
Alister followed Seto’s request wordlessly. He stared at the contract he was
handed once again.
Seto leaned back in his chair.
“I’m very pleased with the outcome of our little meeting.”
Alister treated him to a long stare.
This was either a set phrase or Seto wasn’t beating around the bush.
“Are you?” Seto pressed on.
Alister’s eyes bore into the icy orbs shining deep inside his skull. He felt
himself nodding under Seto’s adamant glare. His persuasiveness was probably one
of his worst traits.
Having located a still half-full bottle of champagne beside an escritoire
Alister retrieved it from its hiding place and took a swig without giving it
too much thought.
They sat and stared at the walls they were facing in total silence.
Alister’s mind stumbled across an inconvenient aspect concerning their prior
liaison.
“You didn’t use protection.”
Alister’s words hung in the air. They weren’t an accusation, just stating the
obvious.
Seto was at a loss and found himself unable to reply.
After clearing his throat for the third time he began with: “I can assure you
that no harm will come to you. In fact I’m sure, no, I know that...”
“I know,” Alister assured him but added a dash quieter, “I think I know. The
rumours concerning your sex life are... a little one sided.”
Seto shrugged and crossed his legs. Eventually he gave a half-hearted nod.
“Either way I could have guessed that you were a virgin,” Alister added, his
tongue loosened up by the champagne once more, “You tried to fuck me with no
lube.” He gave a little self-satisfied chuckle.
“You were already dripping wet; I figured your disproportionately lubricating
anal cavity would suffice,” Seto replied levelly.
Alister locked onto his gaze. He had to hand it to him; Seto was a sly devil.
He would have expected him to blush, to laugh disparagingly or even deny
everything. But a salty reply...
“But it wasn’t your first time,” Seto added. He motioned him to pass him the
champagne.
“No,” Alister replied earnestly. After giving it some thought he went on: “So?”
Seto shrugged again.
“Either way I think you did rather well,” he explained while taking a swig
himself.
Again the silence was tightening its grip around them.
Alister was the first to break. He rose to his feet.
“Please,” Seto spoke hastily as his calmness was melting away, “stay.”
Alister remained upright.
He folded his arms in front of his chest.
“I don’t want you to go,” Seto went on, “I never had to question if I wanted
you to stay. But now I know that I don’t want it to end like this.”
Alister brought himself to a gentle smile.
“A hurried night. A frantic tumble and a shy goodbye. Creeping home before it
gets too light...”
Seto rolled his eyes.
“I want you to stay,” he emphasized his words by getting up and reaching for
Alister’s hands,
“Stay.”
Seto patted his fingers, contrary to the behaviour usually displayed, truly
heartfelt and warmly.
Alister was close to succumbing to his charms. But something inside of him
stirred, revolting against the romance worming its way into his
subconsciousness.
“How long?” he asked and felt himself blushing at the dim-witted remark.
“Forever,” Seto blurted out, “I’ll sign your contract. You can work for my
company and stay by my side forever. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity,
you’re too good to miss. I need you. I want you to be with me. Forever.”
Stunned by his amorous outburst Alister stared at Seto and frowned. But the
untroubled facial expression vanished.
“I couldn’t work for the KaibaCorporation, Kaiba Seto,” Alister retorted, hate
vibrating in each of the despised syllables.
“Seto is enough,” Seto assured him as he pulled Alister nearer, “I wouldn’t
want you to call me by that name. Call me anything you like. But don’t call me
‘Kaiba’.”
“Either way I can’t work for you,” Alister replied, giving the newly accepted
name a try, “Seto.”
“It must be extremely complicated for you,” Seto agreed while wrapping his arms
around Alister and pulling him closer towards his chest, “And agonizing too,
after all that has happened. But it’s just another job. An employment not too
different from your last one with the prospect of a pay rise...”
“And the prospect of staring at the ceiling in the CEO’s private rooms,”
Alister added. He tried to sound dismissively but couldn’t bite back a hearty
chuckle.
“Think about it this way,” Seto went on, “You would be in charge of the
KaibaCorporation. You could control it. You could make sure that nothing as
excruciating as my stepfather’s atrocities will ever happen again under the
name of ‘Kaiba’.”
Alister smiled, loosing himself in Seto’s eyes.
“But you’re in charge of the company,” Alister replied eventually, “And if it
weren’t you it would be your brother.”
Seto shook his head.
“Mokuba isn’t cut out for this kind of life, I’m afraid,” he replied half to
himself. But he wrapped his arms tighter around Alister’s chest, smiling, “You
will be in charge. I promise.”
“You’ll hand the company over to me?” Alister asked teasingly, “That’s very
tempting.”
“I’ll marry you,” Seto stated matter-of-factly. Alister looked over his
shoulder, raising an eyebrow at Seto.
“I can pay you any surgeon you need to have your incongruous parts down there
adjusted. They can present you with the most beautiful designer vagina you
could have ever dreamed of, believe me, I’ve looked into it. A pleasurable
sensation down there while having sex and a normal libido guaranteed.”
The prospects of Seto’s detailed and calculated future came as a shock to
Alister.
He stared at him with a mixture of horror and disbelieve.
“Of course,” Seto agreed, “We don’t have to rush. For now I’m happy to have you
by my side.”
“Why would you want me to become a woman?” Alister asked, still extremely
irritated.
“Because I love you,” Seto replied and meant it, “And because I want you to
stay by my side forever. I want you to be my wife, hell, I want you to be
anything you need to be so you can by mine. I want to share with you everything
that is mine. I want to make up for all the injustice you’ve received and the
losses you’ve suffered. I truly want you to be mine. Just mine. I’ll be good
for you, I promise.”
Alister took a deep breath.
He was no longer able to keep track of the recent events or of the twists and
turns his feelings had taken.
“So...” Alister asked while finally breaking free from Seto’s almost crushing
embrace, “What happens now?”
Seto considered this for a moment. He shoved his feelings into a large drawer
inside his mind and hoped they would stay put for now.
“How about dinner tomorrow night?” he suggested after leafing through his
schedule mentally.
Alister sighed, completely at a loss.
“How about a coffee now?” Seto added, before kissing Alister’s neck,
“My precious ruby.”
***** BONUS CH5: Plus 1/2 *****
“I thought we were running late,” Mokuba thought out loud as he noticed that
Rafael behind him had stopped to treat his casual jacket to a scrutinizing
glare in the reflection in one of the vast windows.
The dark night was buzzing with life; the warning lights of the tall building
looming over the city, rushing colours of passing cars, the lights of the
night... A scene unravelled before Mokuba’s eyes which put him in mind of slow
jazz or probably lounge music, the kind of music he usually listened to while
enjoying a relaxing evening with Rafael.
It was the sound, the feeling of the night. Night in the city.
And this wonderful night, a night of love and life, glistened beautifully far
below them.
That’s the benefit of having a party on the 15th floor of a building, Mokuba
thought, gazing outside.
Concluding that it was his tie which was bothering him Rafael slowly removed
it.
He turned and faced Mokuba.
“Better?” he asked while joining his side.
“It’s definitely more casual,” Mokuba pointed out while snatching the tie from
Rafael’s hands, “And in my opinion you shouldn’t be wearing ties. At all.
Actually life would be much easier for me if you wouldn’t walk around fully
clothed...”
Rafael chuckled and hugged Mokuba to his chest.
“It gets too draughty down there, believe me I’ve tried it and didn’t like it,”
Rafael explained. He kissed Mokuba on the forehead before pulling him along.
“In your office?” Mokuba asked.
“On that isolated island where I spent the majority of my youth,” Rafael
replied as levelly as he could. He stared straight ahead.
They walked the far too long corridor in total silence until Mokuba would
change the subject again:
“Shouldn’t we, like, get a move on? You were supposed to be at your company’s
party more than an hour ago.”
“Then what difference do five minutes make?” Rafael asked.
Mokuba shrugged.
“Maybe you could at least try to look strained and pant a bit to give the
impression you were in a hurry to arrive here?” Mokuba suggested.
“This is an informal meeting,” Rafael explained, “You don’t have to be
punctual.”
“I see you haven’t been to any of my brother’s informal meetings,” Mokuba ts-
tsked disapprovingly.
“I can barely imagine your brother wearing a party hat and chanting lewd songs
while showering co-workers with champagne,” Rafael replied. He chuckled under
his breath.
“Neither can I,” Mokuba retorted almost instantly, “I’m afraid we at
KaibaCorporation don’t have that kind of office parties.”
Rafael nodded, agreeing.
“Otherwise you would have lost your virginity a lot earlier.”
Mokuba cocked an eyebrow at him.
“I suppose a lot of your brother’s business partners make you cream your pants,
don’t they?” Rafael chuckled again, “And if they’re intoxicated and in high
spirits and you, being the only sober one, have the opportunity to do with them
as you please...”
The cocked eyebrow on Mokuba’s face had disappeared to make room for a
threatening glare.
“I’m very picky,” was all Mokuba could reply.
“No, you’re not,” Rafael disagreed, “You picked me.”
“Not many of Seto’s business partners are hung like you,” Mokuba pointed out.
His right hand darted for cover in one of Rafael’s pockets on the back of his
trousers. He savoured the warmth transmitted through the far too tightly
stretched fabric.
“Got a stiffy already?” Mokuba asked while focussing on Rafael’s crotch.
Rafael harrumphed dismissively. He pulled Mokuba closer before stopping in
front of a door. He inserted the, at least in Mokuba’s eyes, ridiculously
expensive looking invitation key card into the small slot next to the handle.
Almost soundlessly the door unlocked and swung back a few inches.
Mokuba rolled his eyes.
“Useless gimmick,” he cursed under his breath.
“Your brother would love it,” Rafael assured him before tugging him along.
He smiled at a waiter greeting them as he entered and handed him the glittering
key card.
He noticed the questioning look he was shot.
“He’s my plus one,” Rafael answered the question hanging in the air but added,
after a quick glance at Mokuba, “More like my plus half.”
Mokuba glowered at Rafael before rolling his eyes. He didn’t have time to take
in the room before his view was again blocked by obviously one of Rafael’s
colleagues rushing to his side to greet him in a businessman way. That is to
say, one hand holding a glass and the other slamming into the other one’s back
as the owner wouldn’t know what to do with it apart from fumbling around with
his trousers or tie when he wasn’t watched or coughing nervously into it.
Mokuba sighed.
Oh great. So it was one of those parties again. Rich people talking about their
rich lives in a rich manner while getting drunk and even more boring. And if
Rafael refused to let him have any drinks tonight... Well, he’d threaten to
throw himself off the beautiful balcony over there.
How very mature, a devious voice at the back of his head added.
I’m not being immature, Mokuba reassured himself, he is if he doesn’t let me
have any alcohol. I can handle a few drinks.
Like you handled them on the first night you two met? the devious voice
remarked.
Either way, I need to get pissed tonight, Mokuba thought to himself. It’s the
only thing to keep me off Rafael’s balls right now...
Mokuba was gently nudge in the ribcage.
“May I introduce you to my colleague Mr. Hayashi...” Rafael began but was
interrupted by Mokuba who, after eyeing up aforementioned Mr. Hayashi and
giving a lewd grin, emphasized
“Yes you may.”
Rafael cleared his throat and made a mental note to make his little toy boy pay
for that inappropriate behaviour later.
“Mr Hayashi is Mr Ichida’s co-assistant and responsible for most of the blue
prints my department receives. We talked about him earlier.”
Rafael’s colleague looked back and forth between the two of them and gave a
hearty laugh.
“He’s cheeky,” he remarked before inquiring for further details: “You got
yourself a trainee?”
“No, I’m his all-inclusive escort,” Mokuba replied before Rafael could have
provided him with an answer.
Rafael’s colleague shot him a questioning glare. Then he burst out laughing
again.
“He is cheeky,” Mr. Hayashi repeated, “I like him. As soon as he’s finished the
traineeship in your department you’ll have to lend him to me. We need the likes
of him; someone who has the gift of the gab and speaks his mind.”
“And doesn’t know when to shut up,” Rafael added while breathing out slowly
with the menace draining slowly from his lungs.
“Don’t be too hard on him,” Hayashi said. He ruffled Mokuba’s hair amicably,
“It’s probably his first time, being to an office party.”
“And it’s definitely going to be the last time I’m taking him with me,” Rafael
added in a bittersweet voice.
Mokuba snuggled up closer to him, eyeing up a tray of drinks as it passed.
Rafael, engrossed in a quickly arising conversation with Mr. Hayashi stopped
Mokuba’s hand from reaching for a glass.
“No, you don’t,” Rafael whispered matter-of-factly, “You’re behaviour is bad
enough as it is.”
“But...” Mokuba began but Rafael glowered at him.
“I mean it,” Rafael insisted, “You’re too young, I’m responsible for your well-
being and if anything happens to you your brother is going to kill me... quite
literally.”
“But one drink won’t do me any harm,” Mokuba picked up the matter again after
Mr. Hayashi had disappeared into the reservedly chatting and laughing crowd
surrounding them.
“One drink is more than your teenage brain can handle,” Rafael patted Mokuba’s
back tenderly, “Remember. My boss is here, my colleagues are here and I sense
there’s already too much testosterone in here because you’ve been drooling over
me for the past five minutes.”
Mokuba gulped audibly and focussed on something other than Rafael’s crotch.
“I can’t help it,” Mokuba persisted while grabbing Rafael’s hands, “So it’s
either a quickie in the bathroom or I get a few drinks. What’s it gonna be?”
Rafael stroked his shoulders while pulling him closer. “Are you about to throw
a tantrum?” he whispered and couldn’t bite back a chuckle.
“Throwing a tantrum would be ripping off your clothes and sucking you off in
the middle of the room,” Mokuba explained. He gripped Rafael’s hips, his face
brushing against his chest, “I mean it. I want you. Now.”
Rafael released his grip on him as he felt a hand settling on his shoulder.
“Where have you been hiding? I thought you’d miss out on tonight’s
celebrations.”
Mokuba looked up and into a pair of adamant eyes glaring at him a few inches
above Rafael’s shoulder.
He shot Rafael a questioning glare.
“Mr Inogashira. Worked for a rival company. Constructor. You won’t like him,”
Rafael briefed him.
“Why?” Mokuba whispered.
“You’ll see,” Rafael replied before clearing his throat and chuckling.
“Haven’t seen you in months,” Rafael tried making small talk. “Business trip?”
“I went to a couple of fairs, expositions, presentations... you know, nothing
interesting as always,” Mr Inogashira replied, pressing a glass of champagne
into Rafael’s hands. Mokuba snatched it from Rafael’s unresisting fingers and
had downed it in no time.
Rafael rolled his eyes and returned the empty glass.
“You would think working in the adult entertainment industry would be more
exciting than that,” Mr Inogashira went on explaining while treating Mokuba to
a long and lost stare, “But at the end of the day it comes down to paperwork.
So who’s your little friend there?”
The questioned was posed with mild disinterest as Rafael’s colleague drew
nearer to eye up Rafael’s little trophy. Rafael cleared his throat, aware of
the sudden interest in his companion.
Oh great, and here came the rest of Inogashira’s useless department...
A few handshakes, nudges and intoxicated laughs later Rafael and Mokuba were
surrounded by ‘friends from work’ as Mr Inogashira put it. To Rafael’s
displeasure far too many glasses were passed on to him and his lover before Mr
Inogashira picked up the conversation again:
“Rafael was about to introduce us to his little keepsake.”
He’s trying to stay calm, Mokuba noted as he spotted the tensing muscles in his
neck. But he was kind enough to reply: “I’m Akiro.”
“Mr Inogashira has joined the company four months ago and is involved in every
step of the prototyping from the blue prints to the first preproduction model,”
Rafael explained.
“Please, can we drop the formalities?” Mr Inogashira sighed disapprovingly
before addressing Mokuba, “You can call me Goro. I’ve tried extending this
intimacy to your sugar daddy but he seems to decline my offer time and time
again.”
“Calling your colleagues by their first names is highly unprofessional,” Rafael
replied as levelly as he could.
Mr Inogashira shrugged and sipped his champagne.
“Rent boy?” he deducted, indicating Mokuba. Rafael shook his head which was met
with a hearty laugh on his colleague’s behalf.
“Come on, you can see that he’s not cut out for any company’s nine-to-five job.
At least as long as it requires something else than a cock in his arse and his
legs in the air.”
Rafael glowered at him. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw that Mr
Inogashira’s colleagues had closed in on them. A few unnoticed movements and
they had set the stage for their pack leader to entertain them...
“Oh look...a souvenir?” Mr Inogashira asked while indicating the tie loosely
hanging from the pockets of Mokuba’s trousers where he had put it
absentmindedly.
“Did you already give him a bit of cock?” his colleague sniggered, “You’re not
one to beat around the bush, are you?” He treated Mokuba to a long stare. “Is
he one of those flat-rate boys you’ve been telling us about who charge for one
night and all the cum they can eat?”
Mokuba felt his stomach turning into a knot and the blood draining from his
face.
And he had thought Rafael’s talk was disgusting sometimes...
“That’s a cute bit of street meat you got there,” another colleague remarked.
Mokuba looked over his shoulder as he felt one hand entangling in his hair; he
wrapped his hands around Rafael’s arms defensively.
Rafael, aware of the derogatory remark, growled inwardly. He scanned the room
in dire need of anyone else he knew currently not conducting a conversation.
Anybodysober enough to be in their right minds.
He wrapped an arm around Mokuba’s back, pulling him closer towards his chest
while getting rid of the grubby man’s hand annoyingly combing through Mokuba’s
hair.
“Ouch,” Mokuba hissed while turning to face the pervert who he’d tugged yet
again at his hair.
“Smells nice,” the aforementioned pervert commented, visibly unperturbed by the
glare Mokuba shot him.
“Can’t stand the unwashed alley cats myself,” Mr Inogashira added to the
foregoing remark, “You know, the really dirty ones with the stink of piss and
cum all over them… they’re so used to it they have an averseness to baths and
showers, you know, like real cats. And you don’t wanna know what gets entangled
down there…” he added, indicating his nether regions.
His demonstration was met with intoxicated laughter.
Rafael wrapped an arm around Mokuba’s torso and pulled him closer,
protectively. But Mokuba refused to be towed away and stood still, resisting
Rafael’s attempts to find a less intrusive conversation partner.
He was ablaze with fury and determined to have this talk until the very end.
Rafael sighed. Feeling that Mokuba was in one of his moods he detached his hand
from his lover’s hips and walked off, suddenly in dire need of a drink.
Mokuba thought he could handle the situation himself. Then it was probably best
to let him see for himself how he could handle it...
“Fortunately they’re all shaved these days, not crawling with vermin,” Mr
Inogashira went on explaining. Mokuba had stopped scowling at him; it wouldn’t
prevent him from leering back.
“What about your little friend?” he was about to ask Rafael but noticed that
he’d vanished into thin air. His next target was Mokuba who he posed the next
question to.
“Shaved?” he asked, “Or don’t you need to yet?”
Mokuba could barely withhold the rage bubbling up inside of him.
He felt the blush and anger rising as the surrounded crowd appeared to be
joining in on the derogatory comments.
But there was still a way to turn this around...
In the blink of an eye Mokuba had grabbed the man’s tie and pulled him closer
towards himself.
“Do you want to find out?” he said seductively while caressing his cheeks with
soft fingers.
“A cheeky boy, eh?” escaped Mr Inogashira throat and gave an intoxicated giggle
while closing his fingers around Mokuba’s. “Would you show me your privates?”
A roar of ‘woos’ went through the on looking crowd.
“That depends,” Mokuba stated, his boisterous side having taken over again,
“How much money have you got on yourself right now?”
Another round of ‘woos’ followed.
“I can assure you that money is no object,” Rafael’s colleague licked his lips;
whether it was out of nervousness or slight arousal Mokuba couldn’t tell.
“I hope I’m not out of your league,” Mokuba purred.
One of his friend’s slapped Mr Inogashira so hard on the back he almost spilled
the glass of champagne he was still clutching with his free hand.
“He’s cheeky,” one of them agreed, joining in on the other’s laughter, “I think
you should give this little bastard a good shag.”
“I don’t pay for sex,” Mr Inogashira pointed out while running his fingers over
Mokuba’s hips, “But don’t you think it would be good advertising if you gave me
a free ride?”
Mokuba chuckled, mostly out of nervousness as the obtrusive colleague grabbed
his ass and squeezed it thoroughly.
“I think the restroom is currently unoccupied,” he explained, keeping an eye on
the slightly ajar door, “How would you like it to have my dick crammed into
your cute teenage arse?”
“How would you like it to have your balls bitten off by a cute teenage mouth?”
Mokuba snapped before he could have stopped himself.
He straightened up and shoved Mr Inogashira’s hands away.
“I don’t do charity,” he explained, “Though I expect that’s what you’ll have to
rely on to lay a pipe.”
Mokuba turned on his heel and disappeared amidst laughter.
He made sure to mingle with the celebrating crowd as soon as possible, feeling
the blood draining from his face.
He had just insulted one of Rafael’s colleagues. One who could probably sack
his lover. Or make his life a living hell. Or was going to take his revenge and
strangle him the very next moment.
He dared to look over his shoulder to make sure Mr Inogashira was still where
he had left him, surrounded by his pack.
Good.
But he could already be planning his revenge for the humiliation he had caused
him...
Mokuba disappeared behind a decorative tree, observing his surroundings. His
heart was hammering in his chest and the terrible feeling of cold dread settled
in his stomach. His eyes searched restlessly as he patrolled the room as
cautiously as he could, ducking behind every piece of furniture.
He needed Rafael.
Now.
A quick search led him to his lover, who was lounging on a couch in front of a
brilliantly glistening table.
“Did you prove your point?” Rafael asked while patting his knee invitingly,
urging Mokuba to sit in his lap, “Straightened him out?”
Mokuba snuggled up to Rafael and rested his head against his chest. Still his
limbs felt like lead.
“He may want to kill me,” Mokuba whispered while closing his eyes.
Rafael chuckled. He ran his fingers through his lover’s hair.
“He’s the life of the party; in a few hours tonight will be nothing but a blur
in his mind.”
“Yeah, but I have to survive those few hours first,” Mokuba replied while
trying to find a comfortable position on top of Rafael.
“You’re not really afraid of him, are you?” Rafael asked tenderly.
Mokuba shook his head.
“You curse yourself for not bridling your tongue,” Rafael went on, “You wish
you had listened to that small voice inside your head that calls itself ‘common
sense’ instead of ignoring it until it was too late. And you regret every word
you’ve said.”
“Not every word,” Mokuba snapped before letting his head fall onto Rafael’s
shoulder with a deep sigh.
“I shouldn’t have introduced you two,” Rafael said and meant it, “Whatever
you’ve said it was an accident waiting to happen.”
“You pay for sex?”
Mokuba had popped the question as he was still pondering over that matter.
“Do I pay you?” Rafael asked back.
“Sometimes I get a coffee afterwards,” Mokuba replied.
“That’s not even considered tip,” Rafael disagreed.
“Do you pay someone else?” Mokuba nagged on.
“You’re really overestimating my virility if you think I can keep two boys of
your kind at the same time,” Rafael chuckled. He nuzzled Mokuba’s neck.
“Sometimes I wonder how I can bear up against you.”
“But you had sex with rent boys, didn’t you?” Mokuba kept pressing on.
Rafael shrugged.
“Why do you ask?” he asked back.
“I just want to know. Please. Did you ever pay for sex?” Mokuba took no denial.
Again Rafael shrugged. He gazed into Mokuba’s eyes, unfocussed.
“Yes,” he replied eventually, “Was that all you wanted to know?”
“Not yet,” Mokuba snapped. He treated Rafael to a long and questioning stare.
“You really did pay for sex?” Mokuba repeated his question in disbelief. “You
had to pay for sex?”
“That’s not what I said,” Rafael objected. He cradled Mokuba in his arms.
“You had sex with prostitutes?” Mokuba savoured the word with a strange
fascination.
Rafael shrugged.
“Does it matter to you?” he asked and meant it.
This time Mokuba could think of nothing to say. He shrugged while wrapping his
arms around Rafael’s chest.
“Dunno,” was all he would say in a while. Somehow it didn’t add up. Rafael, who
had twisted him around his finger so easily, who was sensitive and clingy had
to rely on prostitutes...
“Did they look like me?” Mokuba asked and wished he hadn’t, “Okay, forget it. I
don’t think I want to know.”
Another pause followed.
“Were they of age?” Mokuba went on.
“Of course were they of age,” Rafael snapped before pulling Mokuba’s face up
until it was level with his, “Look, I was horny, I was very lonely and I needed
someone to take care of both problems at once. It was nothing special and
nothing I would recommend. And it has got nothing to do with you.”
“I want to know if I’m serving a kerb-crawling old lecher who has to resort to
pay someone for sex. I mean, it was just normal sex, was it? Nothing too kinky
or extremely perverted, I mean with you it had to be kinky and extremely
perverted...”
“It was just plain anal sex, okay?” Rafael interrupted him, visibly unnerved by
Mokuba’s sudden curiosity, “Well, it was only safe sex too, I wasn’t feeling
comfortable enough to do it bareback, it just didn’t feel right... I couldn’t
trust him. I can’t trust someone I’ve only just picked up.”
“But you trusted me that I was clean when you took me home and out of the rain
the first night we met,” Mokuba said and almost recoiled at the realization how
pathetically romantic it sounded.
“We weren’t strangers, we’ve met before. Though I prefer not recall too much of
it I did remember you were KaibaCorporation’s second choice,” Rafael replied.
“But we didn’t know that we weren’t strangers,” Mokuba pointed out.
“I knew who you were,” Rafael justified his actions, “As soon as I had taken a
closer look at you I knew who I was dealing with. But you weren’t that quick,
were you?”
A sly little grin danced across Rafael’s lips.
“You thought you had really just been subjected to bareback anal sex against
cash by a total stranger.” He chuckled while nuzzling Mokuba’s neck.
“Judging by the way you treated me I could have sworn I had fallen into the
hands of a twisted pervert,” Mokuba growled. He kissed Rafael’s cheeks softly.
“Did you hear enough about my red light escapades?” Rafael asked.
Mokuba shrugged. “For now.”
He met Rafael gaze and brought himself to a smile. His fingers patrolled
Rafael’s thighs expectantly.
“Well, right now I should probably do my best to keep up appearances that
you’re only picking rent boys who provide a swift and full service, what do you
think?”
Mokuba kissed Rafael’s neck while straddling and mounting him shamelessly. He
purred quietly and moaned as he felt Rafael’s swelling flesh pressing against
his crotch in anticipation.
Rafael cleared his throat, fighting the urge to pop a boner.
Unless Mokuba he was fully aware of their crowded surroundings.
“Not here, not now,” he whispered quietly. Mokuba’s eyes searched for the rest
room’s door and check whether it was occupied.
“I’m needy,” Mokuba pleaded, trying to massage some life into Rafael’s
indecisively twitching member, “Want you... want you now...”
Rafael, disgruntled by the sudden burst of horniness Mokuba was suffering from
ruffled his lover’s hair unaffectionate before adding: “If you’re scared of
being seen I suggest you hide under that table.”
Mokuba found himself shoved out of his cosy lover’s lap lap and pushed under
the low coffee table in front of Rafael.
“You can’t keep me under here!” Mokuba protested. But as soon as his head
emerged Rafael kicked him back
“And stop fussing around like this, you’re spilling all the glasses.”
Mokuba glowered at him.
“It’s for your own safety,” Rafael assured him, adding a bit quieter, “And my
own comfort.”
Mokuba, reconsidering his current occupation, wished Rafael could have seen the
devious smile on his lips. “You may be right about that,” he agreed smugly.
He grabbed Rafael’s crotch and, holding in hands his lover’s most delicate
parts, directed Rafael’s movements as he dragged his lover’s nether regions
closer to the edge of the table. Mokuba unzipped Rafael’s pants, who was now
resting rather awkwardly and definitely uncomfortably on the couch opposite
him, and freed him from his underwear, which could be described as rather
bothersome in the present situation.
His lips brushed over Rafael’s tip. Judging by the jerking movements he
couldn’t suppress, it really sent shivers down his spine.
Mokuba chuckled, bemused by Rafael’s striking discomfort before taking his full
length into his mouth and letting his tongue toy with it almost playfully. His
lips increased the pressure on his lover’s cock which swelled swiftly in
response.
Mokuba retrieved Rafael’s twitching member with an obscene smacking sound from
the depths of his oral cavity. Pressing his face against his lover’s proud
erection he stuck out his tongue and shoved it between Rafael’s heavy
testicles, tracing the tender flesh that lacked so much attention. He showered
Rafael’s lovely balls with kisses, licking them expertly in between heavily
drawn breaths of air, as sucked and breathed on the warm and pulsing flesh
before him.
Rafael cleared his throat nervously, allowing a soft sigh to escape his lips as
he suppressed the groans and gasps lingering in his throat. He slumped further
down until his crotch had disappeared under the table and from view.
He had tried kicking Mokuba against his shin had a colleague approached him but
the displeasing feeling of Mokuba’s teeth being dragged menacingly across his
skin had convicted him to refrain from doing so next time.
Rafael looked down at Mokuba, kneeling beneath the coffee table, gasping and
fidgeting around with his trembling cock as he stripped off his own trousers,
too, and tended to his own cock twitching in anticipation.
Mokuba was feeling extremely horny. Whether it was the feeling of Rafael’s
delicate flesh stuffed into his mouth, his cock he had surrendered to him, his
most sensitive parts at his own disposal or the uncertainty whether someone
would discover their intimacies displayed this publicly wasn’t important.
Both of it was a huge turn on to Mokuba and the nervous glares Rafael shot him
just topped it off.
Rafael’s throbbing cock tickled at the back of his throat as Mokuba worked his
length steadily and with rising impatience. Mokuba struggled to handle both his
own erection and Rafael’s at the same time as both of them were so
distractingly demanding.
He glanced up into Rafael’s face, a smile running over his lips even with his
lover’s limb sticking between them.
Rafael had abandoned his patronizing manner as a more feral side, driven by
instincts and pure lust, took over.
He barely bothered to control his breathing now, he hissed audibly and
pleasurably as the pressure in his groin intensified. He ground his hips
upwards, forcing them against Mokuba’s face as he thrust deeper into his
lover’s hot and dribbling oral cavity.
Mokuba was now drooling all over his testicles as he felt his warm saliva
blazing a trail downwards.
A deep grunt escaped his lips as Rafael sank deeper into the soft couch.
Mokuba’s blow-job skills had improved since he had had sucked him off last time
and they would keep increasing because that nosy little teenage boy just
wouldn’t stop experimenting and practicing even in his absence on bits of fruit
or anything he could find... because he was eager to really learn how to please
his lover, he wanted to please him so badly in the best way he could.
Rafael’s cock was slipping easily into Mokuba’s throat, that damn randy bastard
really was learning to control his gag reflex, and twitched and jerked its way
forward.
Mokuba wasn’t scared of the deprivation of oxygen anymore, no, not at all, to
him it was a huge turn on now that he’d learned to feel his limits and push
them further and further.
Mokuba was working hard on his own proud erection as he enjoyed keeping his
lover’s cock in his fleshy enclosure just until it would feel too good... he
would drag him out of his tight and tender throat and let him wait his turn
again...
Rafael stared down at his small teenage lover with lust-filled eyes.
Someone stumbled past him, tripping over the glassy coffee table’s legs and
thereby tearing off the table cloth.
Rafael stared down at Mokuba. His lover was now in plain view with the cloth
having been removed from the glass table but he was too close to stop and tell
him because what really did it matter right now? If he dragged him out from
under the table he would only continue shagging him on the couch before he was
so damn close and just couldn’t stop now!
Either way, it didn’t matter because Mokuba was oblivious to the world
surrounding him and chasing his orgasm in a mad race he couldn’t win. He had
lasted so long, so goddamn long just to prove that he wouldn’t always come
first but the pressure in his loins was unbearable and he wished for Rafael to
finally come into his mouth so he could blow his load as well.
Their moans had changed from a faint wheezing into a ravishing orchestration of
lust which, inevitably, drew the attention of job-related friends, at least
those not polite enough to look away or seeking refuge in a new conversation.
Mokuba licked Rafael’s tip eagerly, impatiently, savouring every drop of his
pre-cum as he desperately tried to suck him dry, to draw his load from his
pulsing cock.
Rafael buried his hands in Mokuba’s hair, pulled him closer and grinded against
his face, once, twice, before a groan thundered from his throat as he came into
Mokuba’s mouth.
Mokuba, his mind subdued to his excitement which left him technically brain
dead, swallowed, coughed and toppled a few inches backwards, hitting his head
on the glass table.
His eyes rolled upwards, focused on Rafael through half closed lids and
stopped.
His yaw dropped.
Mokuba couldn’t suppress the loud and shameless moan which announced his long
awaited climax as he fell forwards, one hand trying to support his full weight
while the other pumped and squeezed every last drop of cum out of his cock.
With his head now protruding from under the glass table he lay there, panting
and waiting for the aftershocks of his orgasm to subside.
Well, he hadn’t been too discreet about his blow job; in fact neither of the
pair had been.
Therefore Rafael was hardly surprised as an amicably hand of a co-worker
settled on his shoulder and sporadic clapping of hands was heard as he sank
back into the couch, exhausted and far too contented right now to feel ashamed.

Mokuba, the other party involved, had it worse as his surfacing was accompanied
with more enthusiastic clapping, a row of woes and words of encouragement.
Despite the climax induced pride he felt he couldn’t help blushing as he sat
down beside Rafael, pulling up his pants.
“So he really is one of your toy boys,” one of Rafael’s colleagues pointed out
while forcing a glass of champagne on him.
Rafael ruffled Mokuba’s hair as he let his conversation partner decide whether
silence meant consent.
“Expensive, isn’t it? I mean, having young lovers, they sure do demand much,
don’t they?”
Rafael nodded, a broad grin on his lips as he noticed Mokuba was still
blushing.
“Oh yes, they are demanding and take everything you can give,” he replied; he
chuckled as Mokuba nudged his ribs.
“You pay much... but does it pay off?” another asked, eager to join the
intimate conversation.
“Is he worth it?”
Rafael kissed Mokuba’s forehead before locking him in a tight embrace.
“He’s worth every penny,” Rafael replied eventually, whispering only to be
heard by Mokuba, “That shamefaced expression, when you know you’ve started
something and it has gone really wrong, is definitely the best reward I can
get.”
And before Mokuba could have protested Rafael sealed his lips with a kiss.
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