Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Bunny ❯ One-Shot
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Niu Shiy-Ue 
Yaoi, incest, setoxmokuba, PWP
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 08.31.2004 | Pages: 8 | Words: 6.0K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
Yaoi, incest, setoxmokuba, PWP
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 08.31.2004 | Pages: 8 | Words: 6.0K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
Title: Bunny
Author: Niu Shiy-Ue
Warnings: yaoi, cross-dressing, incest, some cursing. No shota this
time, Mokuba's legal in this fic
Rating: R
Pairing: MokubaxSeto
Spoilers: Nada
Archive: FF.net, MM.org Hey, what do you all think of AFF.net? Good?
Bad? Crashes too much? More reliable than FF.net? I'm thinking of
moving there.
Summary: Seto makes a bet with Yugi and loses a duel. Now he's got to
suffer the consequences. Seto is 26 here, Mokuba is 21, and just for
the record neither one of them are virgins. No saying who the others
were, after all we don't want Seto arrested for homicide now, do we?
Seto's POV.
***********************
It's time I started taking everyone's advice.
Ever since I first became aware of Yugi's skill as a gamer, I've been
trying to defeat him in Duel Monsters. Two years ago, he finally got
tired of it. He's taken to attatching ridiculous conditions to our
duels, strange punishments if I lose. Nothing as bad as the time I
fell into a coma the first time we faced off, just small humiliations
in an attempt to get me to stop challenging him. Apologizing to the
mutt for all the insults I've heaped on him over the years for
example. But this is the last time; if this is what he's come up with
for now, who knows how much worse it will be the next time I lose?
"You look fine, Mr. Yagami. It's unfortunate you don't wish to work
for our establishment on a permanent basis, we could use someone with
your height on staff." I give the man the coldest glare I have ever
given someone. I'm only thankful that Yugi allowed me to use a false
name and to apply a disguise, if this ever got out to the media . . .
I'm well aware that I give my PR department more than enough work on a
normal basis, they don't need more work trying to cover up this.
"Don't push your luck."
"Er yes. We give each member off the staff a false name to use while
here, just in case, you understand." Yes, of course I understand you
dolt! I reaffirm my vow never to challenge Yugi to another duel, in
anything, ever. Who would have guessed the 'innocent' Mutou knew the
owner of a sex club? On first name terms no less! "Given your
coloring, how about 'Lilac'?"
How about I call someone in the Police Department to shut this
establishment down! Still, it definitely isn't something I would
accept and that would throw people off. I know where he got the name
from too. As part of my disguise I've added a dye to my hair, turning
it from chestnut to a darker mahagony, and contacts, changing my blue
eyes to a pale gray-violet. I've added make-up on top of that and
currently am wearing a purple vest, miniskirt and high heels(1). In
addition, I have white cuffs and collar, stockings and a black tie.
Oh, and of course let's not forget the bunny tail and ears. I just
hope it's enough that people won't recognize it's me. Still, ~Lilac~,
why couldn't it at least be a gemstone instead of a flower? Like
Sapphire or Diamond? Something, anything less feminine. Oh well.
"Fine, Lilac it is then."
Hours later, and I've proven that I would never have made a good
waiter. I'm sullen, sarcastic and downright rude to the clientele.
In other words, I'm my normal self. I've been demoted to clean-up and
away from anything that has to do with the customers. Thankfully, the
shift I'm working is almost over and I'll get by without actually
having to deal with anyone other than the staff members. Then it
happens.
"Yo people, Joey's in da house!"
I think I've been set up. I'm going to KILL YUGI!
"Joey, I can't believe you dragged me to a sex club!"
Maybe I won't kill him. I'll thank him politely for this opportunity,
then shoot both his kneecaps(2).
"Hey, you shou' take advantage of da fact you can get in wit'out a
fake ID. 'Sides, jest considah it a late birthday presen', since I
was at dat tournament and couldn't getya anyting last week." (3)
There are definitely some advantages to being demoted. It means I'm
the only one who can serve them now, everyone else is busy. I grab
two menus and walk up to them. "Hello" I say, making my voice as soft
and breathy as possible. It should be enough of a change from the way
I normally speak to throw them off. "Welcome to Club Lepes. My name
is Lilac and I'll be your server. Is it just the two of you tonight?"
Maybe my disguise isn't as good as I had hoped. Wheeler's mouth is
gaping like a fish and he looks like he's just been punched in the
gut. Fortunately, Mokuba doesn't appear to have noticed anything
unusual. "I guess so." he says. "Joey told me the food was good
here, and I haven't eaten anything since before noon today. What
would you recommend?"
"We have wide variety of cuisine. If you like Italian-" Before I can
continue, Wheeler grabs my arm and drags me away. "Hey Mokuba jest
sit 'n' look ovah da menu, 'kay? I need ta talk wit da servah for a
min."
He drags me out the door to the empty lobby. "Kaiba what da fuck are
you doin' in dat outfit?"
I drop the soft tone I had been using earlier. "It's none of your
buisness mutt, but if you must know I lost a duel with Yugi." A look
of slow-dawning comprehension makes it's way across his face. "Which
is a good thing, because now I can keep a close eye on you and Mokuba.
" I grab the collar of Joey's suit and lift him so that I can look
him straight in the eye. "And don't you dare say a word to Mokuba,
understood? Not. One. Word." He nods, slowly turning red from the
stranglehold I have on his neck. We make our way back to the table.
"Hey Joey, what was that all about?" Mokuba looks up. "And why are
you all red?"
"Oh your friend was just making a special arrangement since it is your
birthday. Now, have you decided what you want to order?"
The meal goes smoothly. They both talk over their meal, Mokuba
doesn't drink enough to get drunk (a glass of white wine), but Wheeler
does continue to give me paniked looks whenever Mokuba's attention is
diverted by the shows on stage.
The sluts who work here are equally diverted by the prospect of
seducing a rich sugar daddy, but fortunately Mokuba seems more
astonished and confused by their acts than attracted. Which is lucky
for them, because if any of them actually managed to lure him into the
back rooms I would have to kill whoever it was. I'm not having anyone
interfere with my plans for tonight.
When they finish their meal, I finally make my move. "Well, Master,
you're friend tells me it's your birthday today."
"Er, actually it was last we-" I quickly override his voice. "Club
Lepes has a special gift for people like you. With your meal you get
a free sampling of the other services this club offers." Fortunately
this is a real part of the club's policy so I can get away with it. I
grab his hand and begin drawing him towards the back of the club,
where the private rooms are located. "Don't worry, your friend agreed
to pay the bill for your meal." The last thing I see before dragging
him into the hall is Joey's surprised face.
I drag him into the first free room, done in shades of green, blue and
purple and push him onto the leather couch. I quickly kneel between
his legs and kiss him forcefully. The rooms a bit more well lighted
than the dining room, and I want him too distracted to really look at
my features. He tries to push me away, but I grab his hands and pin
them to the seat. I finally break the kiss because of the need for
oxygen, and take a moment to observe him.
My brother is beautiful. Oddly, he's not aware of it himself, the
kindest he's ever said of his own appearance is that he looks
'unfinished'. Of course, he usually compares himself to me, so that
may have something to do with it. While I have always looked and
acted considerably older than my age, he is at the opposite side of
the spectrum. At 5'10, he's not short, but he's more than a foot less
than my height. He works out far more than I do, but I'm the one with
the more muscular build, his muscles are lean and rangy and form
enticing lines beneath his formal suit. His wild hair forms a black
silk waterfall all the way down his back, but because of my pallor,
people have a tendancy to notice the contrast between my hair and skin
more readily while his light, healthy tan diminishes the impact of
his. His features are like mine, but softer and his face never
lengthened as much so his eyes still look huge. His eyes are what
everyone notices. I've heard my various employees and associates
compare Mokuba's eyes to a number of things: amethysts, violets, the
sky at twilight. The rare times he get's angry, people say they look
like bolts of lightning. All together these things approach their
color, but in my opinion there is nothing else on earth that is even
close to my brother's eyes.
I have to admit, I've based my own disguise partially on emulating
him.
I realize that while I've been observing him, he's been observing me.
I'd better move quickly before he realizes who is in front of him.
"Whatever the Master wants me to do tonight, I'm ready and willing."
Oh how willing! I toy with the cuffs off his jacket while grinding my
erection into him, and start to loosen his steel-gray tie with my
teeth. He struggles, but I hold him down.
Unfortunately, I've forgotten that despite appearances, he really is
the stronger of the two of us. He breaks my hold on his wrists, grabs
my shoulders and pushes me away. I try to salvage the situation. "Is
something wrong Master? Would you prefer a real girl?" He'd better
not! I'm not allowing one of those tramps out there touch my brother!
He isn't saying anything, just quietly tracing my features with his
eyes. The silence is making me nervous, but when he finally says
something, I wish he hadn't. "Actually, I was wondering what your
real eye color is?"
Oh HELL! "Sir? This is my real eye color, that's how I got my name
here."
"No it isn't. In fact that's the most popular color that particular
company contact company sells. I highly doubt anyone on earth has
that color of eyes. Now what color are your eyes really?"
I need to apply measures of damage control FAST! Fortunately, I'm
accustomed to thinking on my feet. "You're right Master. My real eye
color is brown." Shit, why is it that the only person I can think of
right now that mutt!
"Are you sure?"
Why is he still suspicious?!? "Yes I'm sure. They're my eyes, after
all."
"I think you're lying."
Please don't. "Then what color do you think my eyes are?"
"I think they're blue. Isn't that their real color, Seto?"
The game is up. I drop the breathy, seductive tone I've been using
and try to keep the fear and sadness out of my voice. "How long have
you known?"
"Just now. But I've had suspicions all evening. You are very tall
and Joey was acting very weird, even for him. Besides, I run your PR
department, remember? I know your features better than my own at this
point. Heck I probably know your features better than you." He pulls
me up onto his lap. "What I want to know is why?"
"I lost a duel with Yugi."
"Oh" Does everyone know how much of a loser I am!?! "I guess you
didn't want me sleeping with just anyone. But did you have to take
the joke so far?"
He's provided me with an easy way out. But should I take it? "Hey,
do you think that there is anything to drink in this room? I'm kind
of thirsty-oh there's some champagne." He reaches out for the two
glasses on the table beside the couch. I'm about to stop him, after
all while the food in the dining room is clean, I know they lace
everything in the private rooms with aphrodisiacs, but then I realize
that this might be a way for me to salvage my plans for this evening.
"It wasn't a joke." Since when have I ever done things the easy way?
"What?" He freezes, glass still undrunk.
"It wasn't a joke. I wanted to go through with this." At that point
the manager comes in. "Okay, Mr. Yagami, your shift is over. Your
debt to your friend is fufilled." He only notices then that I'm
sitting in Mokuba's lap. "Er, I'm sorry sir, but if another of our
employees can be with you in a moment."
"Never mind." We both state at the same time. He looks at us
confused. "Never mind" I repeat. "I'll finish this last job off
before leaving."
"Right" He relocks the door behind him. As soon as he's gone we
continue our conversation. "We can't do this." he says.
"Why not?"
"We just can't." If he won't give me reasons, then how can I defeat
them? I can't believe I'm reduced to begging my little brother for
sex! No, wait, I can believe this. If he ordered me to put on a
collar and bark like a dog just to touch him, I would and gladly.
"Just tonight. Just let me touch you tonight." A look of indecision
crosses his face. "Let's pretend, just once, that it's not wrong.
I've wanted this for so long, so badly . . ." I can feel him
softening and finally giving in to my pleas. "Alright. But just this
once and never again."
I smirk, then change it into a smile. "So Master" I resume the soft,
breathy tones from earlier. "What do you want me to do?"
"Hold on, I'm thinking." He sips from his champagne glass. When he's
halfway done I take the glass, turn it so I'm drinking from the same
side he is and finish of the rest. At this point I don't need the
aphrodisiac, but it wouldn't do to have him getting suspicious.
"You've had such a hard day Master. Why don't I undress you while you
think?" I slide of his lap and continue what I was doing earlier. I
push his black silk jacket off his shoulders and undo the top buttons
of his shirt with my mouth. I then open his vest and continue to
unbutton his shirt, making sure to brush against his chest often. He
sighs and leans back, exposing more of himself to me. "You're such a
good girl, Lilac." I'm glad to see he's getting into it. I continue
to undress him, never completely leaving his skin. I almost tear his
shirt off because I don't want to leave his chest alone to bother with
the cuffs, but I don't and take my time, finally reaching his pants.
He hasn't been idle either, his fingers lazily exploring the lines of
my form through the outfit that I'm wearing. He leans forward,
nibbling on my ear and I supress a giggle. "So you are ticklish." he
says with some satisfaction.
I offer him a mock glare. In revenge, I yank off his belt and open
his pants, reaching in and giving him a few quick strokes. He gasps
into my neck and falls back again. I'm not sure what to do next,
however.
Mokuba, fortunately, decides to take charge at this point. "Lie down
on the bed." His voice has lost the soft, uncertain quality it's had
most of the evening and gains the crisp tone he used to interrogate me
earlier. There is no question that this is an order.
I lie back on the lavender silk sheets. "You know my dear, my
birthday just passed." He's closed his pants again and is leaning
over me. I'm getting more aroused just from the arrogant, sated smirk
on his face and trying not to arch up into his body heat. "Did it?"
"Yes it did. Did you get me a present?"
I'm not going to cum just from having him lean over me further. I
repeat that to myself. Hell he's not even touching me right now!
"No, I'm sorry Master, I forgot."
"Really? Because I see one right here." He brings his hand up under
my skirt and I moan loudly. It's occurs to me that it's somewhat
ironic for me to be the submissive one here, but as he starts to
stroke me slowly through the thong I have on, I realize that I
couldn't care less. When he pulls away, I almost scream at the loss.
"I'd like to take my time unwrapping it."
And he does. He can't be going any slower than I did when I was
getting his shirt off, but why then does it feel like a seperate
eternity for each action? The ears and tail come off easily enough,
but does he have to take such care with each button on the vest? It's
not like I'm going to wear this ever again! I try to reach up to rip
it off, but he stops and pulls away. I lift my head to look at him,
and he frowns and shakes his head. Alright, so I'm not allowed to
move right now; I lower my hands and fist the bedsheets, except when
he raises them to slip off the vest and shirt. Then he runs hands
down my body and takes an excruciating forever to unstrap the shoes
from my feet. He gets up and goes to the table, but is back before I
can ask him what he's doing.
Fuck, is that ICE!?! But it's quickly followed by something warm and
moist and tickling. I can't resist the urge anymore and half-sit up
to watch him. It ~is~ ice, but followed by his tongue, tracing
patterns over my legs through the stockings. Who the hell has been
teaching him things like ~that~? I'm not sure wether to thank them or
kill them, maybe both.
By the time he pushes my skirt up I know I'm not going to last much
longer. "Master, Master please! I can't wait any longer! Please
take me!"
He laughs. "You're a very good girl, Lilac, but you're a very
impatient one as well. Now, I want to see you prepare yourself."
I take that as my signal to get up. I'm more than a little wobbly as
I make my way over to the dresser that has the 'necessary items'. I
select the some almond scented massage oil and a dildo (4). I look
over to the bed and Mokuba has stretched out on it, hands crossed
beneath his bed. He's taken off his shoes and socks, but his pants
are still on. It occurs to me that it isn't fair, I'm just about to
come from the caress of the fabric I'm wearing while he looks as
calmer than he has all evening. A little payback is in order.
Fortunately, he's not looking at me, he's instead giving a bemused
expression to his reflection in the mirror above the bed. So by
stayng off to the side, he doesn't notice me until the last second, as
I go down on him.
At least he is hard. It would be quite a blow to my pride to find out
he wasn't attracted to me at all and was just humoring me. I ~know~
I'm good at this, so even if he didn't care, I'm sure I'd have him
ready to explode soon. I pull back and just suck on the head, then
slowly creep down again. A quick glance to the side reveals that it's
~his~ turn to try and control himself, as he twists the sheets to
knots in his small hands. I smirk internally and twirl my tongue
around him before giving him another hard suck. I pull back again to
lick his scrotum and the underside of his penis before quickly
swallowing him whole.
At this point I'm sure he's just as aroused as I am. His muscles are
tense and he's biting his lip, trying not to cry out. More torture is
in order. "Oh, Master you're so tense. Why don't I give you a
massage?" I drizzle the oil on his chest, then rub it in. I trace
the grooves between his muscles and stroke under his ribs, causing him
to laugh. I follow the oil down, circling his navel, but then go back
up to his shoulders and neck. After going partway down his arms, I
return to his thighs, moving up to encircle his cock in my grasp.
"Master, what's your favorite show?"
It takes him a second to get back into character. "Oh, I don't know
Lilac. I don't watch that much TV."
"Really?" An inane thought occurs to me, that what he says is true,
he prefers video games to sitting passively watching the television.
"Well, then, perhaps I could give you a show to entertain you, Master.
"
I quickly strip off the thong and the pantyhose, but leave the skirt
on. Then I turn to side, lube up the dildo and slowly slide it into
me. I'm watching him as I do this. He's panting and flushed and it
reminds me exactly why I need to spend a good hour in the bath after
his sports matches. People are right though, when he's looking at you
so intently and passionately, it's like being hit by lightning, a jolt
rushes through you.
Finally, I can't wait anymore. I straddle him in bed and lower myself
onto him. He gasps and reaches up to the headboard, fighting not to
thrust up into me. I decide to make the first move slowly rocking
back and forth. He still seems somewhat hesitant, so I clench myself
around him on the downstroke and that finally starts him moving.
This is hell. This is heaven. Moving together, he's occasionally
brushing against my prostate, causing my vision to go white. He
releases the headboard and slides his hands up my hips to my waist,
seemingly instinctively knowing how to support me. I raise my hands
my chest, encircling and plucking at my nipples. I'm getting closer
and closer to my climax. He finally gasps and thrusts up, harder then
he has before, slamming into my prostate and causing me to see stars.
I dimly feel the warmth of his ejaculation before falling to my own.
When my vision clears, he's already cleaned us both up and reclaimed
my clothes from the manager. "Time to go." he whispers, as though we
were hiding. I want to talk to him, but anticipating me, he shakes
his head. "Later, when we're home."
We take his car back. Yugi was supposed to pick me up, but I'm
definitely a few hours late for that. The ride home is silent, and
I'm somewhat thankful that all the servants, except for basic security
are away or asleep and can't see my afterglow.
When we get to his room, I decide now is as good a time to talk as
any. I grab him and hold him close. "Seto?"
"I don't want tonight to be the only time I touch you like this." He
sighs. "Seto, I-I don't know . . . "
"Do you love me?"
"Yes of course." He looks up at me, shocked and hurt. "I've always
loved you and I always will, big brother."
"Do you love me the way I love you?"
"No, I love you like a brother." But his eyes dart away and he takes
his tie out of his pocket to fiddle with it. He can never keep still
when lying and he can never look at the person he's lying to.
"Mokuba, don't lie to me. Please."
" . . . "
"Mokie?" Mokuba may have his eyes, but I'm not without my own
weapons. Using the childhood nickname always provokes honesty.
"That's cheating."
"I'm waiting."
"OK, yes, I love you the way you love me." Now he looks at me, but
his eyes are filled with tears. "But I don't know what to do!"
"Did tonight make you happy? It made me happy."
"Yes"
"Then follow your heart in this case." We fall silent and stare at
each other. We never truly needed words to understand each other.
Silently, he opens the door and lets me into his room.
***********************
#RING!#
Bloody hell! I wake up and look up at the unfamiliar ceiling, too
disoriented to quite understand what's going on.
#RING!#
I lift my head and realize that I'm in Mokuba's room and his phone is
ringing. I have him cuddled up to me, and don't want to change this
position for anything. I'm strongly tempted to let the phone keep
ringing, but that might wake up Mokuba and cut this short.
#RING!#
I finally grab the phone.
"Kaiba"
#Oh shit!#
"Wheeler is that you? Why the hell are you calling Mokuba at-" A
quick glance at the clock. "-6 AM?"
#Geez, I jest wanted ta ask what happened las' night wit' you two.#
"None of your buisness mutt. But if you must know, as soon as we were
alone he confronted me about my little joke. We spent the night
talking."
#Oh, so nothin' happened then. OK. Jest lookin' out for his safety.#
"Yeah, likely story." I'm about to hang up when he continues.
#Why are ya answerin' his phone anyway?#
"For your information, we have an early buisness meeting today. I'm
just about to wake Mokuba up."
#OK, fine. Ja!#
I look down at Mokuba. It wasn't a complete lie, he was beginning to
stir on his own. He opens hazy eyes to smile at me. "Ohayo"
"Ohayo"
"Who was that?"
"The mutt" He pouts at me, and I can't resist leaning down to kiss
him. "Mmmm" he whispers when we stop. "What time is it?"
"6 AM"
"Too early" he burrows back under the covers, wrapping an arm around
my waist. "Go back to sleep, little brother. We can spend the entire
day in bed if you want." But he's already asleep. I curl around him
and follow suit.
***********************
"Toldja you were wrong."
"Oh and how would you know?"
"I jest called Mokuba now. Kaiba answered."
"Kaiba answered? I think that proves my point more than yours."
"I asked him straight out. He said nothin' happened."
"If nothing happened, why was he answering Mokuba's phone?"
"Because they had an early buisness meetin' an' he was wakin' Mokuba
up."
"At 6 AM? I highly doubt that. And do you really think Kaiba would
tell you the truth if he was sleeping with Mokuba?"
"Well . . ."
"Sorry Joey, but you'll have to do better than that to win our bet."
"Jest ya wait Yug, jest ya wait."
***********************
AN: This was entirely inspired by two things. The first and least was
the first line about Kaiba actually taking anyone's advice. The
second and greatest was the "Bunny Pic" in the SxM folder in photos.
I always wondered how Mokuba got Seto into that outfit.
I didn't intend to write a lemon. But Seto grabbed the keyboard and I
couldn't get it back until they got home.
(1) If you watch the anime closely, Seto has one of the fastest
natural growth spurts in anime. (For the record, the fastest
unnatural growth spurts go to Ascot who gains about 4 ft. between
seasons 1 and 2 of MKRAy and Loki of M. Loki Ragnarok, who gains about
12 years in less than thirty seconds.) In the first season he's just
slightly taller than Yugi . . . 's hair. During the start of the
Duelist Kingdom Arc, he's just a little shorter than Joey. At the end
of Battle City, he's more than a head taller than Joey (who we can
pressume has also been growing all this time). By the Doom Arc, we
can see that he's actually gained some musculature. All in all, he'll
probably be almost 7 ft. tall by the end of the series. Which makes
me wonder why in the inspiration pic he's wearing high heels. Did
they expect some basketball players to walk in?
Oh and incidently if you watch closely, you'll see that Yugi's wearing
elevator shoes in the series. ^_^V!
(2) Oh, that's very nice Seto!
(3) I hate writing dialect!
***********************
Niu Shiy-Ue
THE CONTINUING SNIPPETS OF SETO KAIBA
(I might actually make this one into a fic. Not sure yet.)
ANZU: Hey Yugi!
YUGI: Good morning Anzu! What do you have there?
ANZU: Don't you remember? Today's Valentine's Day. And here's your
chocolate-(she passes a small box to him)-and here's Yami's too!
(passes a bigger box to him)
JOEY: Hey Anzu, is the last one for me?
ANZU: Don't be ridiculous, of course not! It's all white chocolate
and it's for Ryou!
HONDA: You mean, you didn't make any for us? (starts crying)
OTOGI: Well at least I got a load! My shoebox was full! (proudly
presents a large pile to the others) Anzu, why is the one you made
for Ryou only white chocolate?
RYOU: (just walking up) Because I'm allergic to chocolate. Here
Honda, you can have these. (dumps a pile equal to Otogi's on the bench
and then picks up Anzu's box to him) Thanks Anzu!
SETO: Hmph. Valentine's Day is just a waste of time created by
greeting card companies in order to make money.
JOEY: You're just mad because you know that no one's going to give you
any chocolate.
SETO: Anyone who does so deserves to have their heart broken just for
wasting my time. And besides you're just swimming in boxes right now
Wheeler?
JOEY: I'm sure there's one in my locker right now!
OTOGI: I don't see any.
JOEY: Besides, Mai is sure to give me one after school! (everyone
rolls their eyes)
SETO: You'd better hope not, after all, isn't chocolate fatal to dogs?
JOEY: Why I outta- (Seto opens his locker. A literal waterfall of
small boxes spill out onto the floor)
EVERYONE: 0_0
Author: Niu Shiy-Ue
Warnings: yaoi, cross-dressing, incest, some cursing. No shota this
time, Mokuba's legal in this fic
Rating: R
Pairing: MokubaxSeto
Spoilers: Nada
Archive: FF.net, MM.org Hey, what do you all think of AFF.net? Good?
Bad? Crashes too much? More reliable than FF.net? I'm thinking of
moving there.
Summary: Seto makes a bet with Yugi and loses a duel. Now he's got to
suffer the consequences. Seto is 26 here, Mokuba is 21, and just for
the record neither one of them are virgins. No saying who the others
were, after all we don't want Seto arrested for homicide now, do we?
Seto's POV.
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It's time I started taking everyone's advice.
Ever since I first became aware of Yugi's skill as a gamer, I've been
trying to defeat him in Duel Monsters. Two years ago, he finally got
tired of it. He's taken to attatching ridiculous conditions to our
duels, strange punishments if I lose. Nothing as bad as the time I
fell into a coma the first time we faced off, just small humiliations
in an attempt to get me to stop challenging him. Apologizing to the
mutt for all the insults I've heaped on him over the years for
example. But this is the last time; if this is what he's come up with
for now, who knows how much worse it will be the next time I lose?
"You look fine, Mr. Yagami. It's unfortunate you don't wish to work
for our establishment on a permanent basis, we could use someone with
your height on staff." I give the man the coldest glare I have ever
given someone. I'm only thankful that Yugi allowed me to use a false
name and to apply a disguise, if this ever got out to the media . . .
I'm well aware that I give my PR department more than enough work on a
normal basis, they don't need more work trying to cover up this.
"Don't push your luck."
"Er yes. We give each member off the staff a false name to use while
here, just in case, you understand." Yes, of course I understand you
dolt! I reaffirm my vow never to challenge Yugi to another duel, in
anything, ever. Who would have guessed the 'innocent' Mutou knew the
owner of a sex club? On first name terms no less! "Given your
coloring, how about 'Lilac'?"
How about I call someone in the Police Department to shut this
establishment down! Still, it definitely isn't something I would
accept and that would throw people off. I know where he got the name
from too. As part of my disguise I've added a dye to my hair, turning
it from chestnut to a darker mahagony, and contacts, changing my blue
eyes to a pale gray-violet. I've added make-up on top of that and
currently am wearing a purple vest, miniskirt and high heels(1). In
addition, I have white cuffs and collar, stockings and a black tie.
Oh, and of course let's not forget the bunny tail and ears. I just
hope it's enough that people won't recognize it's me. Still, ~Lilac~,
why couldn't it at least be a gemstone instead of a flower? Like
Sapphire or Diamond? Something, anything less feminine. Oh well.
"Fine, Lilac it is then."
Hours later, and I've proven that I would never have made a good
waiter. I'm sullen, sarcastic and downright rude to the clientele.
In other words, I'm my normal self. I've been demoted to clean-up and
away from anything that has to do with the customers. Thankfully, the
shift I'm working is almost over and I'll get by without actually
having to deal with anyone other than the staff members. Then it
happens.
"Yo people, Joey's in da house!"
I think I've been set up. I'm going to KILL YUGI!
"Joey, I can't believe you dragged me to a sex club!"
Maybe I won't kill him. I'll thank him politely for this opportunity,
then shoot both his kneecaps(2).
"Hey, you shou' take advantage of da fact you can get in wit'out a
fake ID. 'Sides, jest considah it a late birthday presen', since I
was at dat tournament and couldn't getya anyting last week." (3)
There are definitely some advantages to being demoted. It means I'm
the only one who can serve them now, everyone else is busy. I grab
two menus and walk up to them. "Hello" I say, making my voice as soft
and breathy as possible. It should be enough of a change from the way
I normally speak to throw them off. "Welcome to Club Lepes. My name
is Lilac and I'll be your server. Is it just the two of you tonight?"
Maybe my disguise isn't as good as I had hoped. Wheeler's mouth is
gaping like a fish and he looks like he's just been punched in the
gut. Fortunately, Mokuba doesn't appear to have noticed anything
unusual. "I guess so." he says. "Joey told me the food was good
here, and I haven't eaten anything since before noon today. What
would you recommend?"
"We have wide variety of cuisine. If you like Italian-" Before I can
continue, Wheeler grabs my arm and drags me away. "Hey Mokuba jest
sit 'n' look ovah da menu, 'kay? I need ta talk wit da servah for a
min."
He drags me out the door to the empty lobby. "Kaiba what da fuck are
you doin' in dat outfit?"
I drop the soft tone I had been using earlier. "It's none of your
buisness mutt, but if you must know I lost a duel with Yugi." A look
of slow-dawning comprehension makes it's way across his face. "Which
is a good thing, because now I can keep a close eye on you and Mokuba.
" I grab the collar of Joey's suit and lift him so that I can look
him straight in the eye. "And don't you dare say a word to Mokuba,
understood? Not. One. Word." He nods, slowly turning red from the
stranglehold I have on his neck. We make our way back to the table.
"Hey Joey, what was that all about?" Mokuba looks up. "And why are
you all red?"
"Oh your friend was just making a special arrangement since it is your
birthday. Now, have you decided what you want to order?"
The meal goes smoothly. They both talk over their meal, Mokuba
doesn't drink enough to get drunk (a glass of white wine), but Wheeler
does continue to give me paniked looks whenever Mokuba's attention is
diverted by the shows on stage.
The sluts who work here are equally diverted by the prospect of
seducing a rich sugar daddy, but fortunately Mokuba seems more
astonished and confused by their acts than attracted. Which is lucky
for them, because if any of them actually managed to lure him into the
back rooms I would have to kill whoever it was. I'm not having anyone
interfere with my plans for tonight.
When they finish their meal, I finally make my move. "Well, Master,
you're friend tells me it's your birthday today."
"Er, actually it was last we-" I quickly override his voice. "Club
Lepes has a special gift for people like you. With your meal you get
a free sampling of the other services this club offers." Fortunately
this is a real part of the club's policy so I can get away with it. I
grab his hand and begin drawing him towards the back of the club,
where the private rooms are located. "Don't worry, your friend agreed
to pay the bill for your meal." The last thing I see before dragging
him into the hall is Joey's surprised face.
I drag him into the first free room, done in shades of green, blue and
purple and push him onto the leather couch. I quickly kneel between
his legs and kiss him forcefully. The rooms a bit more well lighted
than the dining room, and I want him too distracted to really look at
my features. He tries to push me away, but I grab his hands and pin
them to the seat. I finally break the kiss because of the need for
oxygen, and take a moment to observe him.
My brother is beautiful. Oddly, he's not aware of it himself, the
kindest he's ever said of his own appearance is that he looks
'unfinished'. Of course, he usually compares himself to me, so that
may have something to do with it. While I have always looked and
acted considerably older than my age, he is at the opposite side of
the spectrum. At 5'10, he's not short, but he's more than a foot less
than my height. He works out far more than I do, but I'm the one with
the more muscular build, his muscles are lean and rangy and form
enticing lines beneath his formal suit. His wild hair forms a black
silk waterfall all the way down his back, but because of my pallor,
people have a tendancy to notice the contrast between my hair and skin
more readily while his light, healthy tan diminishes the impact of
his. His features are like mine, but softer and his face never
lengthened as much so his eyes still look huge. His eyes are what
everyone notices. I've heard my various employees and associates
compare Mokuba's eyes to a number of things: amethysts, violets, the
sky at twilight. The rare times he get's angry, people say they look
like bolts of lightning. All together these things approach their
color, but in my opinion there is nothing else on earth that is even
close to my brother's eyes.
I have to admit, I've based my own disguise partially on emulating
him.
I realize that while I've been observing him, he's been observing me.
I'd better move quickly before he realizes who is in front of him.
"Whatever the Master wants me to do tonight, I'm ready and willing."
Oh how willing! I toy with the cuffs off his jacket while grinding my
erection into him, and start to loosen his steel-gray tie with my
teeth. He struggles, but I hold him down.
Unfortunately, I've forgotten that despite appearances, he really is
the stronger of the two of us. He breaks my hold on his wrists, grabs
my shoulders and pushes me away. I try to salvage the situation. "Is
something wrong Master? Would you prefer a real girl?" He'd better
not! I'm not allowing one of those tramps out there touch my brother!
He isn't saying anything, just quietly tracing my features with his
eyes. The silence is making me nervous, but when he finally says
something, I wish he hadn't. "Actually, I was wondering what your
real eye color is?"
Oh HELL! "Sir? This is my real eye color, that's how I got my name
here."
"No it isn't. In fact that's the most popular color that particular
company contact company sells. I highly doubt anyone on earth has
that color of eyes. Now what color are your eyes really?"
I need to apply measures of damage control FAST! Fortunately, I'm
accustomed to thinking on my feet. "You're right Master. My real eye
color is brown." Shit, why is it that the only person I can think of
right now that mutt!
"Are you sure?"
Why is he still suspicious?!? "Yes I'm sure. They're my eyes, after
all."
"I think you're lying."
Please don't. "Then what color do you think my eyes are?"
"I think they're blue. Isn't that their real color, Seto?"
The game is up. I drop the breathy, seductive tone I've been using
and try to keep the fear and sadness out of my voice. "How long have
you known?"
"Just now. But I've had suspicions all evening. You are very tall
and Joey was acting very weird, even for him. Besides, I run your PR
department, remember? I know your features better than my own at this
point. Heck I probably know your features better than you." He pulls
me up onto his lap. "What I want to know is why?"
"I lost a duel with Yugi."
"Oh" Does everyone know how much of a loser I am!?! "I guess you
didn't want me sleeping with just anyone. But did you have to take
the joke so far?"
He's provided me with an easy way out. But should I take it? "Hey,
do you think that there is anything to drink in this room? I'm kind
of thirsty-oh there's some champagne." He reaches out for the two
glasses on the table beside the couch. I'm about to stop him, after
all while the food in the dining room is clean, I know they lace
everything in the private rooms with aphrodisiacs, but then I realize
that this might be a way for me to salvage my plans for this evening.
"It wasn't a joke." Since when have I ever done things the easy way?
"What?" He freezes, glass still undrunk.
"It wasn't a joke. I wanted to go through with this." At that point
the manager comes in. "Okay, Mr. Yagami, your shift is over. Your
debt to your friend is fufilled." He only notices then that I'm
sitting in Mokuba's lap. "Er, I'm sorry sir, but if another of our
employees can be with you in a moment."
"Never mind." We both state at the same time. He looks at us
confused. "Never mind" I repeat. "I'll finish this last job off
before leaving."
"Right" He relocks the door behind him. As soon as he's gone we
continue our conversation. "We can't do this." he says.
"Why not?"
"We just can't." If he won't give me reasons, then how can I defeat
them? I can't believe I'm reduced to begging my little brother for
sex! No, wait, I can believe this. If he ordered me to put on a
collar and bark like a dog just to touch him, I would and gladly.
"Just tonight. Just let me touch you tonight." A look of indecision
crosses his face. "Let's pretend, just once, that it's not wrong.
I've wanted this for so long, so badly . . ." I can feel him
softening and finally giving in to my pleas. "Alright. But just this
once and never again."
I smirk, then change it into a smile. "So Master" I resume the soft,
breathy tones from earlier. "What do you want me to do?"
"Hold on, I'm thinking." He sips from his champagne glass. When he's
halfway done I take the glass, turn it so I'm drinking from the same
side he is and finish of the rest. At this point I don't need the
aphrodisiac, but it wouldn't do to have him getting suspicious.
"You've had such a hard day Master. Why don't I undress you while you
think?" I slide of his lap and continue what I was doing earlier. I
push his black silk jacket off his shoulders and undo the top buttons
of his shirt with my mouth. I then open his vest and continue to
unbutton his shirt, making sure to brush against his chest often. He
sighs and leans back, exposing more of himself to me. "You're such a
good girl, Lilac." I'm glad to see he's getting into it. I continue
to undress him, never completely leaving his skin. I almost tear his
shirt off because I don't want to leave his chest alone to bother with
the cuffs, but I don't and take my time, finally reaching his pants.
He hasn't been idle either, his fingers lazily exploring the lines of
my form through the outfit that I'm wearing. He leans forward,
nibbling on my ear and I supress a giggle. "So you are ticklish." he
says with some satisfaction.
I offer him a mock glare. In revenge, I yank off his belt and open
his pants, reaching in and giving him a few quick strokes. He gasps
into my neck and falls back again. I'm not sure what to do next,
however.
Mokuba, fortunately, decides to take charge at this point. "Lie down
on the bed." His voice has lost the soft, uncertain quality it's had
most of the evening and gains the crisp tone he used to interrogate me
earlier. There is no question that this is an order.
I lie back on the lavender silk sheets. "You know my dear, my
birthday just passed." He's closed his pants again and is leaning
over me. I'm getting more aroused just from the arrogant, sated smirk
on his face and trying not to arch up into his body heat. "Did it?"
"Yes it did. Did you get me a present?"
I'm not going to cum just from having him lean over me further. I
repeat that to myself. Hell he's not even touching me right now!
"No, I'm sorry Master, I forgot."
"Really? Because I see one right here." He brings his hand up under
my skirt and I moan loudly. It's occurs to me that it's somewhat
ironic for me to be the submissive one here, but as he starts to
stroke me slowly through the thong I have on, I realize that I
couldn't care less. When he pulls away, I almost scream at the loss.
"I'd like to take my time unwrapping it."
And he does. He can't be going any slower than I did when I was
getting his shirt off, but why then does it feel like a seperate
eternity for each action? The ears and tail come off easily enough,
but does he have to take such care with each button on the vest? It's
not like I'm going to wear this ever again! I try to reach up to rip
it off, but he stops and pulls away. I lift my head to look at him,
and he frowns and shakes his head. Alright, so I'm not allowed to
move right now; I lower my hands and fist the bedsheets, except when
he raises them to slip off the vest and shirt. Then he runs hands
down my body and takes an excruciating forever to unstrap the shoes
from my feet. He gets up and goes to the table, but is back before I
can ask him what he's doing.
Fuck, is that ICE!?! But it's quickly followed by something warm and
moist and tickling. I can't resist the urge anymore and half-sit up
to watch him. It ~is~ ice, but followed by his tongue, tracing
patterns over my legs through the stockings. Who the hell has been
teaching him things like ~that~? I'm not sure wether to thank them or
kill them, maybe both.
By the time he pushes my skirt up I know I'm not going to last much
longer. "Master, Master please! I can't wait any longer! Please
take me!"
He laughs. "You're a very good girl, Lilac, but you're a very
impatient one as well. Now, I want to see you prepare yourself."
I take that as my signal to get up. I'm more than a little wobbly as
I make my way over to the dresser that has the 'necessary items'. I
select the some almond scented massage oil and a dildo (4). I look
over to the bed and Mokuba has stretched out on it, hands crossed
beneath his bed. He's taken off his shoes and socks, but his pants
are still on. It occurs to me that it isn't fair, I'm just about to
come from the caress of the fabric I'm wearing while he looks as
calmer than he has all evening. A little payback is in order.
Fortunately, he's not looking at me, he's instead giving a bemused
expression to his reflection in the mirror above the bed. So by
stayng off to the side, he doesn't notice me until the last second, as
I go down on him.
At least he is hard. It would be quite a blow to my pride to find out
he wasn't attracted to me at all and was just humoring me. I ~know~
I'm good at this, so even if he didn't care, I'm sure I'd have him
ready to explode soon. I pull back and just suck on the head, then
slowly creep down again. A quick glance to the side reveals that it's
~his~ turn to try and control himself, as he twists the sheets to
knots in his small hands. I smirk internally and twirl my tongue
around him before giving him another hard suck. I pull back again to
lick his scrotum and the underside of his penis before quickly
swallowing him whole.
At this point I'm sure he's just as aroused as I am. His muscles are
tense and he's biting his lip, trying not to cry out. More torture is
in order. "Oh, Master you're so tense. Why don't I give you a
massage?" I drizzle the oil on his chest, then rub it in. I trace
the grooves between his muscles and stroke under his ribs, causing him
to laugh. I follow the oil down, circling his navel, but then go back
up to his shoulders and neck. After going partway down his arms, I
return to his thighs, moving up to encircle his cock in my grasp.
"Master, what's your favorite show?"
It takes him a second to get back into character. "Oh, I don't know
Lilac. I don't watch that much TV."
"Really?" An inane thought occurs to me, that what he says is true,
he prefers video games to sitting passively watching the television.
"Well, then, perhaps I could give you a show to entertain you, Master.
"
I quickly strip off the thong and the pantyhose, but leave the skirt
on. Then I turn to side, lube up the dildo and slowly slide it into
me. I'm watching him as I do this. He's panting and flushed and it
reminds me exactly why I need to spend a good hour in the bath after
his sports matches. People are right though, when he's looking at you
so intently and passionately, it's like being hit by lightning, a jolt
rushes through you.
Finally, I can't wait anymore. I straddle him in bed and lower myself
onto him. He gasps and reaches up to the headboard, fighting not to
thrust up into me. I decide to make the first move slowly rocking
back and forth. He still seems somewhat hesitant, so I clench myself
around him on the downstroke and that finally starts him moving.
This is hell. This is heaven. Moving together, he's occasionally
brushing against my prostate, causing my vision to go white. He
releases the headboard and slides his hands up my hips to my waist,
seemingly instinctively knowing how to support me. I raise my hands
my chest, encircling and plucking at my nipples. I'm getting closer
and closer to my climax. He finally gasps and thrusts up, harder then
he has before, slamming into my prostate and causing me to see stars.
I dimly feel the warmth of his ejaculation before falling to my own.
When my vision clears, he's already cleaned us both up and reclaimed
my clothes from the manager. "Time to go." he whispers, as though we
were hiding. I want to talk to him, but anticipating me, he shakes
his head. "Later, when we're home."
We take his car back. Yugi was supposed to pick me up, but I'm
definitely a few hours late for that. The ride home is silent, and
I'm somewhat thankful that all the servants, except for basic security
are away or asleep and can't see my afterglow.
When we get to his room, I decide now is as good a time to talk as
any. I grab him and hold him close. "Seto?"
"I don't want tonight to be the only time I touch you like this." He
sighs. "Seto, I-I don't know . . . "
"Do you love me?"
"Yes of course." He looks up at me, shocked and hurt. "I've always
loved you and I always will, big brother."
"Do you love me the way I love you?"
"No, I love you like a brother." But his eyes dart away and he takes
his tie out of his pocket to fiddle with it. He can never keep still
when lying and he can never look at the person he's lying to.
"Mokuba, don't lie to me. Please."
" . . . "
"Mokie?" Mokuba may have his eyes, but I'm not without my own
weapons. Using the childhood nickname always provokes honesty.
"That's cheating."
"I'm waiting."
"OK, yes, I love you the way you love me." Now he looks at me, but
his eyes are filled with tears. "But I don't know what to do!"
"Did tonight make you happy? It made me happy."
"Yes"
"Then follow your heart in this case." We fall silent and stare at
each other. We never truly needed words to understand each other.
Silently, he opens the door and lets me into his room.
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#RING!#
Bloody hell! I wake up and look up at the unfamiliar ceiling, too
disoriented to quite understand what's going on.
#RING!#
I lift my head and realize that I'm in Mokuba's room and his phone is
ringing. I have him cuddled up to me, and don't want to change this
position for anything. I'm strongly tempted to let the phone keep
ringing, but that might wake up Mokuba and cut this short.
#RING!#
I finally grab the phone.
"Kaiba"
#Oh shit!#
"Wheeler is that you? Why the hell are you calling Mokuba at-" A
quick glance at the clock. "-6 AM?"
#Geez, I jest wanted ta ask what happened las' night wit' you two.#
"None of your buisness mutt. But if you must know, as soon as we were
alone he confronted me about my little joke. We spent the night
talking."
#Oh, so nothin' happened then. OK. Jest lookin' out for his safety.#
"Yeah, likely story." I'm about to hang up when he continues.
#Why are ya answerin' his phone anyway?#
"For your information, we have an early buisness meeting today. I'm
just about to wake Mokuba up."
#OK, fine. Ja!#
I look down at Mokuba. It wasn't a complete lie, he was beginning to
stir on his own. He opens hazy eyes to smile at me. "Ohayo"
"Ohayo"
"Who was that?"
"The mutt" He pouts at me, and I can't resist leaning down to kiss
him. "Mmmm" he whispers when we stop. "What time is it?"
"6 AM"
"Too early" he burrows back under the covers, wrapping an arm around
my waist. "Go back to sleep, little brother. We can spend the entire
day in bed if you want." But he's already asleep. I curl around him
and follow suit.
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"Toldja you were wrong."
"Oh and how would you know?"
"I jest called Mokuba now. Kaiba answered."
"Kaiba answered? I think that proves my point more than yours."
"I asked him straight out. He said nothin' happened."
"If nothing happened, why was he answering Mokuba's phone?"
"Because they had an early buisness meetin' an' he was wakin' Mokuba
up."
"At 6 AM? I highly doubt that. And do you really think Kaiba would
tell you the truth if he was sleeping with Mokuba?"
"Well . . ."
"Sorry Joey, but you'll have to do better than that to win our bet."
"Jest ya wait Yug, jest ya wait."
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AN: This was entirely inspired by two things. The first and least was
the first line about Kaiba actually taking anyone's advice. The
second and greatest was the "Bunny Pic" in the SxM folder in photos.
I always wondered how Mokuba got Seto into that outfit.
I didn't intend to write a lemon. But Seto grabbed the keyboard and I
couldn't get it back until they got home.
(1) If you watch the anime closely, Seto has one of the fastest
natural growth spurts in anime. (For the record, the fastest
unnatural growth spurts go to Ascot who gains about 4 ft. between
seasons 1 and 2 of MKRAy and Loki of M. Loki Ragnarok, who gains about
12 years in less than thirty seconds.) In the first season he's just
slightly taller than Yugi . . . 's hair. During the start of the
Duelist Kingdom Arc, he's just a little shorter than Joey. At the end
of Battle City, he's more than a head taller than Joey (who we can
pressume has also been growing all this time). By the Doom Arc, we
can see that he's actually gained some musculature. All in all, he'll
probably be almost 7 ft. tall by the end of the series. Which makes
me wonder why in the inspiration pic he's wearing high heels. Did
they expect some basketball players to walk in?
Oh and incidently if you watch closely, you'll see that Yugi's wearing
elevator shoes in the series. ^_^V!
(2) Oh, that's very nice Seto!
(3) I hate writing dialect!
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Niu Shiy-Ue
THE CONTINUING SNIPPETS OF SETO KAIBA
(I might actually make this one into a fic. Not sure yet.)
ANZU: Hey Yugi!
YUGI: Good morning Anzu! What do you have there?
ANZU: Don't you remember? Today's Valentine's Day. And here's your
chocolate-(she passes a small box to him)-and here's Yami's too!
(passes a bigger box to him)
JOEY: Hey Anzu, is the last one for me?
ANZU: Don't be ridiculous, of course not! It's all white chocolate
and it's for Ryou!
HONDA: You mean, you didn't make any for us? (starts crying)
OTOGI: Well at least I got a load! My shoebox was full! (proudly
presents a large pile to the others) Anzu, why is the one you made
for Ryou only white chocolate?
RYOU: (just walking up) Because I'm allergic to chocolate. Here
Honda, you can have these. (dumps a pile equal to Otogi's on the bench
and then picks up Anzu's box to him) Thanks Anzu!
SETO: Hmph. Valentine's Day is just a waste of time created by
greeting card companies in order to make money.
JOEY: You're just mad because you know that no one's going to give you
any chocolate.
SETO: Anyone who does so deserves to have their heart broken just for
wasting my time. And besides you're just swimming in boxes right now
Wheeler?
JOEY: I'm sure there's one in my locker right now!
OTOGI: I don't see any.
JOEY: Besides, Mai is sure to give me one after school! (everyone
rolls their eyes)
SETO: You'd better hope not, after all, isn't chocolate fatal to dogs?
JOEY: Why I outta- (Seto opens his locker. A literal waterfall of
small boxes spill out onto the floor)
EVERYONE: 0_0