Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Deprived Souls ❯ Confused Feelings ( Chapter 1 )

 

 

 

 

Note: This is YAOI and it does contain INCEST. Flames will be fed to my dog, so don't send them…You're wasting your time. Now please enjoy! Also, Mokuba is 16 and Seto is 18. (Kind of off, I know…)

Disclaimer: Don't own Yugioh…We all know how it would be if I did…

 

Deprived Souls

 

Ch1 - Confused Feelings

 

A loud moan was heard in the darkness as lips trailed down a toned chest, nipping at the golden skin. Nimble fingers were raked through strands of sable as a young raven-haired boy gasped in delight. Then fingers glazed with a slick substance prodded at the raven's entrance; a slight sound of surprise was heard as one smoothly slid in. Another finger was added, skillfully and carefully, stretching the boy. Then another finger was pushed in and a spasm of pleasure shot through the silver-eyed boy as it brushed against a bundle of nerves. The fingers were removed and the older boy slowly slid in, causing both to gasp at the pleasure. The older blue-eyed boy slowly slid in and out, thrusting deeply. The younger practically shrieked when that one special spot was hit yet again; his eyes glazing over in pleasure. The movements continued, becoming more urgent; faster and harder still. The older, more experienced one, wrapped his fingers around the younger's cock, pumping and caressing. The raven's breathing became harsher, more forced, as pleasure fell over him in waves.

“Can't…last…much…longer…” he gasped as he felt himself nearing his peak.

The elder kissed him roughly as he thrusted in one final time. The raven came, marking his lover with his seed as he felt the said boy do the same. One cry was heard in the darkness.

“Seto!”

Mokuba shot out of bed and sat upright, his body heaving and sweat trickling down his angular, but boyish face. Baby blue sheets were caught in a bundle beneath his clenching fingers as he struggled to regain his breath.

`No, no, no! What the hell is wrong with me! Why do I keep having these dreams about…my…brother. This is stupid, so stupid! Are my hormones so flared that I fantasize about everyone I meet?! I mean, I know Seto and I are close; he's the only family I have. We were abandoned by our parents…our own parents! We were sent to an orphanage and, after a time, were taken in by Gozaburo. Who, by the way, beat the living daylights out of my brother and forced him to work harder than ever thought possible. And now he is the president of one the most well-known companies in the world…So yeah, we're gonna be close. Ugg, too much thinking for this time in the morning. I'm gonna go take a shower.'

Somewhat calmed down, Mokuba swung his legs over the side of the bed and groaned loudly when he felt something wet and sticky on his upper thigh.

`Why me? Ra, this day is just not going right. First I fantasize over my brother, and now this…what's next?'

He hastily discarded his boxers and was relieved to find he did not have to take off his sheets too. Noiselessly, he slipped into his adjoining bathroom, locking the door and turning on the shower as hot as he could stand. The shards of heat hit his body, helping him focus more on the problem at hand.

`What to do, what to do…Do I just keep all this a secret? I'm not sure I could if I wanted to. My brother…he is the image of perfection. His body…that delicious body…and this endless stream of intelligence. And towards me, he's not the cold hearted CEO…No, for me he is my niisama; kind, loving, and caring. Not really the words most people would use to describe Seto. But then again, I'm not just anyone, am I? No, I am cursed; standing before me is my love, but bonds of blood keep us from touching, keep us in blissful ignorance. What would Seto say if he found out I loved him? Ha, I know, he'll kick me out, tell me how sick I am, and leave me alone on the streets. Either that, or send me to an insane asylum. One of the two. Oh yeah, not to mention the fact that he'll be disgusted beyond words. Oh man, I just wish I knew what to do…'

Stepping out of the shower, Mokuba wrapped a towel around his waist and proceeded to blow dry his hair. After that was done, he quickly dressed and headed off for school.

 

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“Mr. Kaiba, please pay attention!” a young teacher yelled annoyingly at the young raven. He had been thinking and idly drawing on his notebook…not taking notes over the lecture like he was supposed to. Mokuba quickly snapped out of his daze, and managed to regain some of his dignity by muttering, “Gomen, Sensei.” He tried to remain focused on the teacher's voice, but he just lapsed back into his thinking.

And so it continued like this all day long. `Ugg, I can't get my mind off of him! He consumes my every waking thought and haunts my dreams. My brother has become a plague that eats away at me; slowly tearing away my mind…This has to stop! I can't take much more of this! What to do, what to do…'

Mokuba casually walked through the rain on his way home. The driver had offered to pick him up, but he just loved the rain. The soft tendrils flowing from the sky; sometimes clam and peaceful and other times bitter and harsh. Also, the smell…the clean smell that makes it seem like the clear liquid is washing away the evil; starting the world anew. The raven breathed in with a sigh; the clean air seemed to just wash away his worries and fill him with a sense of peace.

Feeling better and more alert, Mokuba practically skipped up the stairs leading to the mansion. He stopped inside the entry-way, devoiding himself of his mushy socks and shoes. Setting them down in a secluded corner, he continued up to his room, dropping off his black book bag. What made it so special, different from all the other black book bags, was the blue eyes white dragon embedded in the shoulder strap. It had been a present from his brother last year, when he first started high school.

After setting down his bag, he looked around his room. It was actually pretty orderly; it wasn't the stark cleanness that his brother's room consisted of, no. It had a few books piled here, an open notebook there; just enough to make it look lived in. He was half-way down the stairs, prepared to get a snack, when someone walked in. He was a golden beauty; everything radiated gold, from his blonde locks, to his tan skin, and back up to his amber orbs of amusement and glory.

“Hey Mokuba,” the boy called, acknowledging the teen above him.

“Umm…Hey Jou,” the raven hesitantly replied. “What're you doing here?”

Jou frowned at him. “Didn't ya know? I'm your brother's boyfriend.”

 

TBC

 

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