Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Bondage ❯ One-Shot

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Title: Bondage 1/1
Author: Me
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: SetoxMokuba
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Implied abuse. And um, bad sex. Not rape, not tripe, and it's actually not that graphic . . . you'll see what I mean.
Disclaimer: Nnnooottt mmmiiinnneee!!!
Archive: MM.org
Summary: Seto and Mokuba attempt to deal with some issues plaguing their relationship



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It had been a long day, surrounded by idiots, full of sound and fury signifying nothing. And he had to do this again tomorrow. All Seto wanted to do was go to bed and sleep, preferably with a warm, welcoming Mokuba to make him forget everything. So when he got home, he was surprised to find Mokuba waiting up for him, sitting in front of the TV. Seto dropped onto the couch beside his brother and stretched out. "Hey, kiddo, what are you still doing up? Shouldn't you be sleeping now?"

" . . . "

Seto frowned and looked over at his brother. The bluish glow from the TV revealed nothing on his face. Why was Mokuba ignoring him? He searched back through his memory and couldn't remember anything. His little brother had been cheerful enough when he had left earlier this evening; something must have happened between then and now. "Mokuba, what's wrong? I can't fix it if you don't tell me anything."

"Nothing's wrong, Niisama. I was just thinking about something." But Mokuba still wasn't looking at him.

"Nice try, but I don't believe you." Seto loosened his tie and unbuttoned his stiff formal shirt, then reached out to the black-haired boy, but Mokuba stayed put. Now Seto was certain that that whatever was bothering the younger was important; Mokuba never resisted the opportunity to cuddle. "Mokuba, please, what did I do wrong?"

"You didn't do anything wrong, Seto." Mokuba gave him a quick glance, but just as speedily turned back to the screen. Seto looked at the TV, it was on some entertainment channel, a live program of the party he had been attending not half an hour ago. "She's very pretty."

Seto was confused for a moment, then realized that Mokuba must have been watching him via the TV. "She's perfect." A quick look of hurt crossed the younger boy's face and all desire to tease left the older brother. "Perfectly annoying, that is."

"Oh" A few more minutes of silence passed.

"Mokuba" Seto was cut off by suddenly having a needy armful of black hair and warm, tanned skin in his arms. He tried to keep focused on what he had been saying. "Mokuba, were you jealous?"

"No" He didn't need to see his brother's face to hear the lie.

"Look at me." Shimmery violet eyes rose to meet glacial blue. "Why?"

"I was-I was just thinking. You're such a wonderful person, Seto" The cinnamon haired boy snorted incredulously. "No, you really are. You're handsome, talented, a genius, everyone wants you. And, and, I'm just me. Pathetic, loser me."

Seto suppressed a shudder. If he could go back in time and stop himself, he'd cut his own tongue rather than say those things to his brother. Years later, and Mokuba still remembered the Death-T as if it had been yesterday. The damage Seto had done to his brother was unbelievable(1) and he was triply damned for causing it. "You are not. You are none of those things. I don't know how to prove it to you, but please believe me this time."

"It's not important. I'm sorry for making you feel bad. But my point is you could have anyone you want. And there are plenty of people who are so much better than me. Smarter, older, more beautiful. I don't understand why you want me."

"How many of those people would even give a damn about me if it wasn't for the Kaiba fortune? Or would stick around through everything we've been through together? You say everyone wants me, but how many of them actually love me?" He placed soft kisses on Mokuba's onyx hair. "And even then it doesn't matter. You're the only one I trust. The only one I'd ever trust. The only one I can!"

"Seto . . . " Soft fingers stroked down the side of his face and neck, easing the tension that had gathered there. "Niisama, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have doubted you."

"Not your fault." The blue-eyed boy took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Kami-sama, I've treated you so badly that I'm surprised you still care for me. And we've never really talked about this, have we? Just followed in the course of things."

"Niisama . . . please. It's not your fault either. Don't feel guilty about it."

"I have an idea." Mokuba drew himself back, a surprised expression at the sudden change in topic.

"If it has anything to do with Duel Monsters, Yuugi, illegal surveillance or Virtual Reality, it's a bad one."

Seto laughed. "No, nothing like that. Just a little something we can do for fun this weekend."

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The room looked nothing like it did earlier. The most of the furniture had been covered in dust sheets, just the bed and a bureau left out. The sheets had been changed, from forest green to an antiseptic white, and the canopy of the four-poster was now tied back with burgundy ribbons. The windows and the door leading to the balcony had all been closed and the drapes drawn, also a rich burgundy. All the lights were on, reflecting from the mirror on the bureau and the three full length ones that had been moved into the room from other parts of the house.

Seto looked as he always did. He had discarded the trench coat and platform boots, but otherwise wore his Battle City outfit, black turtleneck and leather pants and straps. He even had the metal cuffs, which shone in the abundant light. The only thing unusual was that he was kneeling on the floor beside the bed.

Mokuba had adopted his brother's style, at least for tonight. Bare feet, his tightest pair of black jeans and a white button-up shirt. And when he entered the room, his face blanched nearly the color of his shirt. He saw his brother's locket sitting on the bureau with several other items, but hesitated in taking off his own. He shot a worried glance to the older boy. "It's alright. I only took mine off in case of cuts." Reluctant fingers lifted the cord from under long, black hair and placed it beside it's twin. Looking over the other items placed there, the violet-eyed one quickly picked up two of them and dropped them inside one of the drawers.

"Mokuba-"

"No. No blindfolds and no gags. And we use a safe-word."

"Whatever you like. How about 'Yuugi Motou(1)'?"

"'Yuugi Motou'?" Some of the tension went out of Mokuba's shoulders and he even smiled a bit.

"Why not? That's definitely something neither of us are going to be shouting out in the middle of sex . . . or at least you better not, otherwise I'm definitely going to have to kill someone." Mokuba merely smiled in return. Seto continued speaking, "Now, shall we begin?"

Mokuba walked over to his brother. He reached out and drew his fingers along the planes of Seto's face. When he reached his shoulders he suddenly shoved him away, causing the taller boy to fall back on the bed. "Don't move" he ordered. He walked back to the bureau and picked up a set of handcuffs. There were four of them altogether, each with it's keys placed beside them. He absently noted that each set of cuffs and keys was color-coded, with a dab of what looked like nailpolish, to prevent the mix-up of keys between the sets. Each cuff was lined with a bit of velvety material, the same shade of burgandy as the ribbons and drapes. When he got back to the bed, he looped them through the headrest before snapping them shut around his brother's wrists. "Now" he said. "How am I supposed to get your clothes off like this?"

Seto chuckled. "You should have thought of that before."

Mokuba pressed a digit to Seto's lips. "Don't speak unless I give you permission." He took another object from the top of the bureau. The knife glittered coldly as he pressed it to Seto's neck. Blue eyes dilated wildly and his breathing picked up, but he remained silent. After a moment, Mokuba began to cut away the turtleneck. He kept one of the straps and used it as a collar on his brother. For a few minutes he just stoked the lines of that pale chest, tracing muscles and easily seen ribs. This time, when he came back from the bureau he brought most of the objects with him.

Soft touches between ribs and over tendons, harder ones over muscles, up the six-pack to the pectorals, then finally ghosting over brown aureoles. They peaked beneath light brushes and Seto started arching up into tan fingers. The bound boy let out a gasp as two clamps were attached to his nipples, biting down on his lip to smother the sound. A brief expression of worry crossed Mokuba's face at the sight, but it quickly smoothed back to neutral. "Don't speak. You can moan, but only two words, unless I ask you a question." Then after a moment. "Close your eyes." A frown formed from the effort Seto was using to keep his eyes shut.

Mokuba stepped away from the bed. He drifted around the room, brushing at the curtains and draped furniture. Even with his eyes closed, Seto turned toward those slight sounds, tracking just as effectively as if his eyes were wide open.

The younger brother came back to the bed. One hand fiddled at the neck of his shirt. "Open your eyes." Glazed blue orbs slid opened and focused on the shorter one as he climbed back into the bed. "Sit up." Seto pulled himself backward, twisting his arms so that he was no longer half-reclining on the head rest. His gaze took in everything as Mokuba stood on the bed and began to undress. The black-haired boy slowly undid the buttons on the white shirt, casting it aside haphazardly on the floor. Then the jeans, leaning against one of the posts to slip it off. He was half-hard already. Seto continued to watch Mokuba while Mokuba watched Seto's eyes. Seto licked his lips and leaned forward a little, causing the handcuffs to click against the metal around his wrists. "Please . . . "

"I told you not to speak." Mokuba reached forward and pulled on the clamps. "Close your eyes again. Now, what do you want?"

"Taste you . . . please . . . " Mokuba straightened, then brushed against the other. He pressed the tip of his erection against pale lips. Seto leaned forward a bit more and engulfed the other. The younger reached out and used the other's shoulders to steady himself. Even with the need to draw back every so often to breathe, Seto quickly brought his brother to climax. Mokuba slid down to sit on the elder's lap. A few minutes passed, while Mokuba's breathing slowed and he continued to trace lines over the other's chest. Then he sucked on Seto's shoulder while twisting one of the clamps. Seto thrust upward. "We can't have that now, can we?" said Mokuba. He pushed him back down then reached over and picked up two more sets of cuffs. He stared at them for a second then dropped them. Instead, he untied two of the ribbons from the canopy. "Stretch out your legs", he ordered, then bound each of his brother's ankles to a post. For a few moments he let his brother struggle, pulling hard on the chain that bound the handcuffs to the head rest, trying to kick out and gain leverage with those long legs. When Seto had settled down again, Mokuba picked up the knife from where it had fallen on the floor.

"Don't move" he said again, slowly peeling off the black leather. As each strip was pulled off, he followed the path over again, with his finger or his tongue or even the point of the knife again. By the time the pants were all gone, Seto was gasping and Mokuba could see the muscles under his skin twitching, but he hadn't flinched or arched into the sensations. He picked up the last thing he brought from the dresser, a small bottle filled with translucent red fluid and poured a few drops of it onto Seto's crotch. He kissed the leaking tip of his brother's erection, then blew on the drops.

"Aaahhh" Seto arched upward into the touch, but even like this, he kept his eyes closed and his exclamations at a minimum. Mokuba began to trace idle patterns over his testes and inner thighs, then upwards, mixing the fluid with the precome leaking down. Chestnut hair flew about as Seto tossed his head, beginning to whimper and thrust upward. Finally, Mokuba began to stroke in earnest, slowly, from base to tip. Seto's eyes snapped open and he let out a silent scream when he finally climaxed all over himself.

Mokuba went back to the dresser to get the keys to the cuffs while Seto watched him. But once the older brother had been freed of his restraints, Mokuba started to shake. The neutral expression he had worn for most of the evening shattered and was replaced by a look of pain. When Seto reached out to him, he backed away, then ran into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind him. "Mokuba?"

"Go away!"

"Mokuba, please open the door. What's wrong?"

Seto heard several hiccuppy breaths through the wood. "Please, just leave me alone. I'll-I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Blue eyes looked at the door with worry, but finally turned away. Seto gathered up his clothes, nabbed one of the dustclothes for an impromptu toga and left Mokuba's room for his own.

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As it turned out, they didn't get to talk until Monday night. The morning after 'The Incident' a panicked call from Kaiba Corp. had come, detailing a serious problem with the new software due to be released that week. Seto ended up pulling an all-nighter and skipping school that Monday. So the first good time to talk happened when they were going to bed that evening.

"Mokuba . . . " How to begin Seto thought. "Mokuba, what happened that night? After we-"

"I threw up." They were sitting on opposite sides of Seto's bed, too far to touch, but facing each other head-on.

"Oh, Mokuba, I'm sorry. You should have said you were feeling sick. We could have done that another time." But Mokuba was shaking his head, so violently that his hair flew.

"Not physically sick. But . . . " he hesitated.

"Please Mokuba, you can tell me."

"I-I-I kept thinking about Gonzaburo."

"What? Why would you be thinking about him?"

"You set up-you set up the room exactly the same way yours was. Near the end, before he died."

Seto had gone rigid. "How . . . You weren't supposed to know."

"All I kept thinking was that this is what he did."

"Oh, Mokuba, I didn't mean for that to happen. I wanted you to enjoy yourself. I thought you did."

"I did! And that just made it worse! Why did you set it up like that?!? That's what he liked!"

"Mokuba . . . I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. He never touched me." Incredulous look. "He never touched me there and like that(2). I didn't realize you would associate-"

"He liked hurting you! And that's what I was doing that night! Hurting you and enjoying it, just like him!"

"NO!" Seto moved faster than Mokuba could comprehend, grabbing him and holding him tightly. "Nothing you did that night hurt me. Not the collar or the clamps or anything else."

"B-but it was meant to hurt and-"

"No" For a few minutes they sat there in silence, trying to calm down. "Mokuba, if all this bothered you so much, why didn't you use the safe-word?"

"I wasn't sure. Every time I wanted to stop, you seemed to want more. And then I asked you to keep quiet and then I thought maybe you didn't like it you were just silent because I ordered you to, so I told you you could say something but you never did and and-"

"Hush" Seto rocked his younger brother as he cried. "That's the biggest difference between you and Gonzaburo. Even as you hated what you were doing, you still did it out of concern for me. You didn't want to hurt me, and you were very careful not to. You made sure I had a safe-word, and you didn't use the blindfold or the gag, even though I would have been alright with them."

"Seto, I don't understand. After everything, how can you like that?"

"First of all, it's been years Mokuba. Second, I couldn't do this with anyone else other than you."

"You trust me that much?"

"Yes" After a few minutes, Seto lay down and slipped the covers over the two of them.

"Oniisama. I don't ever want to do that again."

He kissed his little brother's forehead. "And I won't make you."

"Seto, I love you."

"I love you too, ototo-chan."

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This is part of the 'Halloween' universe. locketpair members, I will be sticking the other two stories up as soon as possible.

(1) In the original draft, I used 'Gonzaburo' as the safeword. Aren't you glad I changed it?

(2)I haven't decided yet if Seto's actually been sexually abused or not in this arc. He has been beaten, but Mokuba might be jumping to conclusions about the extent of Gonzaburo's 'entertainment'.

Niu Shiy-Ue

SNIPPET

MOKUBA: Honestly, what is wrong with you people? Do I have some sign on my back saying 'Kaiba Seto's Little Brother/Please come and kidnap me'?

JOUNO: No, you've got a sign saying 'Property of Kaiba Seto/Touch and DIE!'.
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