Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Come Play with Me ❯ Chapter 3

[FIC] Come Play with Me- 3/?

TITLE: Come Play with Me

AUTHOR: purkle dragon goddess

DISCLAIMER: Don't own anything, except a couple of kids and lots of bills...you want 'em? Don't even own the plot bunny...it came up and bit me though...want see the marks?

WARNINGS: yaoi, incest...other things that come with that

RATING: NC-17

PAIRING(S): SxM

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS: as if!

SPOILERS: Please...

SUMMARY: Mokuba wants his brother to play with him...

Okay let's be honest, someone said (and I quote) "am I the only one who really just wants to see Mokuba chain Seto up? You see Seto in chains all the time in pics, but I've never seen one where Mokuba is looming over him" So I can't draw...I can write though...

The feather light touch of the small hand caressed his skin. A slight flutter, almost like butterfly wings danced along the sensitive area. It was more of an annoyance, like an itch he couldn't reach. 'If this is round two I think I know who's going to win.' He realized he was overconfident, when the soft touch disappeared, a tighter hold, a faster pace changed everything.

The small fist, wrapped around his fully interested organ, moved up and down never losing contact with his skin. The fingers rhythmically squeezed and then released his flesh.

Seto thought back to something Mokuba mentioned once about a class field trip taken to a near by cattle farm. They were taught how to hand milk a cow. At the time, Seto asked him what possible use he would have for that information. 'So now I know.'

Every time he thought he could withstand the touch of Mokuba's hand, the movements changed. Trying not to give in to the growing urge to push himself further into the tight hand, Seto struggled against the restraints on his arms.

He wanted nothing more at that moment, than to take matters into his own hands as he found it increasingly harder to keep his mind occupied. Thoughts of anyone else came to mind as he closed his eyes. The pint sized runt Yugi Mutou...and uses for the collar he always wore, 'No good.' The mutt Jounouchi...'wonder if he howls, NO!' The friendship-ranting brunette in a bikini...using her mouth on his swollen cock.

He groaned aloud, that was not helping at all. As a matter of fact it looked like that little fantasy was all too real as he felt a slight wet streak drag across his member. He snapped his eyes open to look at his brother.

Mokuba was still using his hand on Seto, but was now licking the tip of his cock with his tongue.

"Mo..." Seto found he couldn't speak, the sight of his little brother like that was too much for him.

Mokuba stopped what he was doing to look up at his brother, "That was taking too long...you win round two...on to round three."

Mokuba repositioned himself between his brother's legs. Looking up through the long black hair that had fallen into his face, Mokuba gave a smirk, "I've always wondered just how sweet you'd taste." With a quick flick of his tongue, Mokuba licked at the taunt flesh before him.

Almost cat-like he continued lapping at his brother, a slight purrish sound coming from deep in his throat. Mokuba watched his brother's face; eyes closed tight, mouth open slightly as he started panting, trying to regulate his breathing.

Mokuba almost felt sorry for him...almost. After all, he was a Kaiba, and this was just another game to win. 'Besides...no matter who wins, I win.' He smiled again knowing Seto, who couldn't see him, wouldn't be expecting what he was going to do next.

Just as he had seen in so many X rated videos, Mokuba took his head and placed it directly over Seto's swollen member. He lowered his head down engulfing as much of his brother's flesh as his small mouth could take.

Seto was still holding on to his control, but the feel of that wet touch from Mokuba was breaking him fast. He had to bite down, stifling himself from crying out. He pulled hard at the restraints that held him down, cursing mentally at Ishtar, at who ever put this whole idea into Mokuba's head and lastly at himself. 'Why did this happen?' He berated himself for missing any signs that might have been there. Swore to himself at his own resistance that was waning fast. He knew it would only take one slip of his control, one moment if he gave in to the tremendous pleasure he felt.

It was a terrible time to realize he had no idea what he was doing; Mokuba was making it up on the spot. He tried not to gag himself, as he slowly moved his head bringing his mouth up along Seto's length. Then coming to the tip, he'd slide down again running his tongue around the engorged flesh tasting every inch along the way.

The slight salty taste, as he came back to the head surprised him. There was just a small amount of liquid there, but he pressed his tongue to its home, and then switched to sucking at it as if a straw in an attempt to taste more.

His hand went back to massaging the base of Seto's cock, where his mouth would not reach, as he continued to suck and nip at it. He could feel his brother's body tense up, his hips pushing up, forcing himself further into Mokuba's mouth. Mokuba had to pull his head back a bit while pushing his arms down on Seto's body.

Somehow his control, his sanity, had broken. The warm, wet, slick tight sensations on his starving organ had crumbled his last reserves. He did still have enough presence of mind to warn Mokuba that he couldn't take any more.

Mokuba stopped what he was doing just long enough to comprehend Seto's words as his release came. The warm sticky fluid shot out in ragged spurts against Seto's bare stomach. Mokuba reached up taking some of it onto his fingers. He sucked on them gingerly puzzling over the strange taste and convinced that the next time he would be able to finish the job.

He crawled up the bed, next to his brother and lay down beside him. His hand went up to brush the sweaty strands of hair out of his brother's face. "Rest now. Looks like I won round three...next is round four."