Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Come Play with Me ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

[FIC] Come Play with Me- 4/5

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...

Mokuba held to his word as he gave Seto time to recover after the last round of his game. Unfortunately, for Seto, it wasn't enough time.

He felt Mokuba move on the bed, his weight shifted around. A breathy, "Now where were we?" whispered in his ear. Just that soft voice sent a tingle down his body causing his recently flaccid organ to reawaken slightly. Seto knew there was no way he would be able to resist his brother this time either, there hadn't been enough time for him to regain the upper hand.

He tried to prepare himself for whatever his brother had in mind but when Mokuba got up off the bed, it threw him. 'What the hell is he up to now?' he worriedly thought.

Mokuba moved around to the other side of the bed then started to undress. Still the little boy, feeling unsure of himself, he turned his back to Seto as he unbuttoned his shirt.

Mokuba just knew he could feel those crystal blue eyes watching him, he started to feel a little more confident just knowing that. He half turned back around, his head downcast so his hair fell mostly to cover his face. Making sure Seto was watching him; he peeled off his shirt and tossed it in a corner. Mokuba knew he still had Seto, as there were no complaints about the discarded clothing on the floor, if anything his brother could be a real neat freak at times.

The rest was easy; he rubbed a hand across his chest then as the other went down his stomach to undo his pants. A quick unsnap, and drop of the zipper followed by his reaching down with both hands to lower the pants and anything underneath. The cooler air from the room hit his warm skin and his body cooled slightly. After all, the torment he had done recently to his brother had received a very strong reaction from his own body.

The rest of his clothing landed somewhere near the shirt, as he tossed them without looking. It was more interesting to watch his brother as Seto watched him. A wicked thought crossed his mind and the original idea for round four went out the door. He went over and brought a chair in the room closer to the bedside.

Mokuba sat down in the large chair facing his brother, and tossed one leg up over the armrest. He took one hand and he started to rub his chest again, the fingers danced over smooth white skin. When they came to the small tan patches, he took the nipple between two of his fingers and twisted softly. A low moan came out of his mouth, answered by a nearly unheard one from Seto. 'So close...'

Mokuba took his hand and moved it down his body, it finally came to rest between his legs, Seto's eyes followed it all along its path. He slowly rubbed his hand over his own organ, remembering all the times he had done this before in the privacy of his room or the shower. "Do you know what I'm thinking right now?" he asked his captive brother.

Seto swallowed trying to bring some relief to his dry throat, the heavy breathing he had been doing lately through his mouth was not helping. "No, what are you thinking?"

"I'm imaging you're the one touching me. Your hands on my body driving me insane...your long fingers dragging over my skin..." He stopped for a moment as he opened a drawer located next to the bed. He took out two items and placed them next himself in the chair. Mokuba held up the one item, a smallish bottle and popped it open pouring some of the clear liquid over his hand. The bottle closed and placed next to him again, as he ran the coated hand back between his legs. "I've been thinking about this for a long time you know...wanting you for so long..." His fingers wrapped around his hardened member again, gripping hard as he pulled on it.

He kept talking to Seto telling him how he wanted to know how it would feel if it were Seto's hands on him instead of his own. His eyes were starting to glaze over as he longed for release, but wanted it to come at the right moment. "Know what else I've wanted?"

The blue eyes never moved from their spot, as they watched Mokuba's show, "Tell me..."

"I've wanted you to fuck me..." He had moved, turning his lower body to face Seto even more. With these words, he stuck one small finger into his ass causing both boys to cry out. Mokuba had done this before, dreaming of his brother being the one to do it so his cry was more one of anticipation than initial pain. Pleasure coursed through him watching the struggle his brother was fighting. He moved the finger further into himself, and then pulled it back almost out. He repeated his actions a few more times. "I've had some of the most intense orgasms imaging you doing this to me...preparing me for your entrance in my tight hot hole."

Mokuba added a second finger to the first, working them in and out of him. As Seto watched him wiggling his fingers around, Mokuba brought the other item out from next to him with his free hand. He pulled out his fingers then took the object, a small vibrator and placed in the vacated area. "Don't you want to be the one filling me up? This is so insignificant, next your thick cock..." He slammed the vibrator further into him, Mokuba did truly cry out this time, his head tossed back in the throws of passion. "Oh God Seto how I want you."

"Untie me Mokuba," the command came out harsh, lust having completely taken over, "or get over here now."

Mokuba removed the vibrator, grabbed the lube, and then climbed back up on the bed with his brother. Instead of untying him, Mokuba crawled on top of him, opened the bottle and coated his brother's weeping organ with it. He positioned himself just over Seto's slicked member, his throbbing opening awaiting. As he came down on top of Seto, their bodies thrust together his coming down as Seto brought his hips up into Mokuba's small frame. Together like this, they lay motionless for a heartbeat, each basking in the feelings from their bodies.

Mokuba moved again, slowly at first. He brought his body up off Seto's and then down again, rocking back and forth with each movement. A gasp of pleasure shook him as a bright flash of light crossed his eyes, he continued with the rocking in an attempt to repeat the action.

Feeling more than seeing brother's movement Seto added to the experience thrusting his hips up trying to get even deeper into the tightness surrounding him. "Mokuba...hand... release one of my hands..."

On one of his up motions, the smaller brother reached up untying Seto's hand, not completely understanding why until that hand came down around his organ. It only took the slight touch from that dreamed of moment to send Mokuba over the edge as he released his orgasm into Seto's hand. Followed by Seto's own as the tightening of Mokuba's inner muscles clamped down hard around him.

Mokuba rolled off his brother, as he reached over to free his other hand. He softly laughed into his brother's ear, "I won..."

Seto rolled over and took Mokuba into his arms, "I think we both won..."