Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Seduction: The Secret Life ❯ Seduction 9 ( Chapter 9 )

Seduction: The Secret Life

Author: Diablo Bella

Rating: R ... (HOWEVER, this chapter is RATED NC17, for SEXUAL CONTENT)

Pairing(s): Seto x Mokuba ... "Incest is best" ^_^

Type: Yaoi / Incest / GUYS FUCKING GUYS (if that's not your thing, LEAVE)

Spoilers: None (God, don't we wish?!)

Status: Multi-part (9/?) ... hopefully I can end it soon... ^_~

Dedicated: To Tanya Maxwell and Shakster-Babe, for your never-ending support, encouragement, inspiration ... and ultimate corruption! ^_^ To all of you reviewers out there ... your words are amazing to hear, and they seriously never fail to inspire and encourage me ... *tear* (you rock!!) ^_^ Love ya all!

Disclaimer: Don't own Yugioh or anything related to it, if I did … well lets not go there ^_~ *

Summary: Influenced by Bakura and Marik, 18-year-old Mokuba finds himself sneaking out every night to strip and seduce at Club Seduction. What's Seto going to do once he discovers what his little brother is up to?

A/n: Many sorry's for the late update!! No worries, I was sure to make it up to you guys by putting as much smut-ness as I could squeeze in here... *evil snicker* ^_^ ... hope y'all remembered what happened last chapter ... there was some pool fun-ness between the Kaiba brothers ... and some after-pool fun in the kitchen *wink*... of course, one can't forget about Bakura walking in on Mokuba and Seto ... annnnnd Seto, being Seto, then pulled a knife on Bakura *audience goes "ooo"* ....

... wow, there's a lot of sex in this chapter ... >_<

------------------

Bakura's mind was reeling as he made his way back to his apartment.

'The arrogant little fucker, who the hell does he think he is? Where the fuck does he get off threatening me?' Bakura's mind was still on the elder Kaiba; he replayed the scene in his mind.

Seto was naked, arched against the counter as his legs were spread wide open. Mokuba was kneeling in-between his brother's legs, both hands holding Seto's hips down, about to go down on him.

Shaking his head, Bakura realized that he wasn't completely shocked … or repulsed for that matter. He had had a discrete feeling that Mokuba harbored more than innocent feelings towards his brother, but was uncertain to voice this opinion. Actually, he recalled a time when he had distinctly heard Mokuba moan Seto's name during one of their performances, but he had quickly dismissed it, lost in his own pleasure at the time.

Twisting his key to unlock the apartment door, Bakura entered the threshold and pulled his t-shirt off as he made his way towards the bedroom.

A wicked grin crossed his face as he spotted Marik sprawled out on their bed, on his back and still naked from the previous night's activities.

Sliding his jeans from his hips, he crawled onto the bed and settled himself in-between the other's legs. Fishing around for some lube, he smiled as he found a tube underneath a nearby pillow. Flipping the cap open with his thumb, he poured some of the substance into his palm. Deftly grabbing Marik's member, he teased it to hardness, smirking when the other started moaning in his sleep. Fully coating Marik's hard-on, he released it and moved forward to straddle him. Swinging his hips forward, he impaled himself upon Marik's length, hissing in pleasure as he was fully penetrated. Seated to the hilt, he looked down at Marik; his eyes were still closed, though both hands were tightly clutching onto the sheets surrounding them.

Deciding it was time to fully wake him, Bakura leaned forward and ran a tongue over Marik's nipple. Biting down on the hardened nub, he was rewarded with a yelp as Marik fully awoke.

Grabbing Bakura's hips, Marik threw his head back in pleasure. "Fuck yes…"

Capturing his lips, Bakura moaned as Marik began thrusting into him, hitting his prostate dead on. Suddenly flipping them over, Marik threw Bakura onto his back, thrusting deeper as Bakura started moaning loudly.

Bakura panted, grabbing Marik's neck to pull him forward in a kiss.

"I'm surprised you can still move from last night" Marik panted in-between his thrusts.

Bakura rolled his eyes, "oh please, who was the one that pulled out the dildo?"

Marik silenced him with another kiss, moving his lips down to Bakura's neck.

Bakura arched his hips, causing Marik to hit his prostate. Feeling himself draw closer to the edge, Marik grabbed Bakura's member and began pumping in time with his thrusts.

"Do it" moaned Marik. Bakura came in Marik's fist, moments before Marik followed and released within Bakura.

Exhausted, Marik collapsed atop Bakura, resting his head on the other's chest as he felt Bakura run his fingers across his sweat-slicked back.

"I dropped off Mokuba's car this morning" Bakura muttered..

"Oh" Marik replied, sighing as he relaxed under Bakura's touch.

"I won our bet. Mokuba is seeing someone. You owe me a blowjob!" stated Bakura triumphantly.

"What? Who is it?" Marik questioned angrily as his head snapped up.

"It's his brother" Bakura replied shortly.

"HIM!?" Marik cursed.

"There's no need to be a sore loser, Marik. If it makes you feel any better, I'll let you use chocolate sauce... and whip cream... and caramel..." Bakura trailed off with a smile, licking his lips.

"I don't give a fuck about the stupid bet, answer my fucking question," Marik snapped.

"Huh?" Bakura questioned.

"Are you sure he's with Seto?!" snapped Marik, disbelief written all over his face.

"Well, I guess he is. I did walk in on Mokuba going down on him" Bakura replied.

Marik suddenly pushed himself up on his forearms, removing himself from Bakura.

"Marik?" Bakura propped himself up on his elbows, watching as the other got up from the bed.

"I'm going to take a shower," Marik snapped shortly as he stepped into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.

"Fucker" Bakura grumbled to himself, wondering why everybody was pissing him off today.

Throwing on a pair of boxers, he ran a hand through his tousled hair as he headed into the kitchen.

------------------

Flipping the knife closed, Seto glared at the closed door, rage boiling in his blood as he recognized that Bakura was the platinum-haired one that was onstage fondling Mokuba during the last performance.

`Just who the fuck does that bastard think he is?!' Seto clenched his fists.

Shaking his head, Seto took a deep breath to calm himself before making his way back into the kitchen in search of his little brother. Not finding him there, Seto stepped outside. Heading back towards the pool, he finally found Mokuba sitting by the edge, both feet dangling into the water as he watched his reflection.

"Mokuba?"

He was answered with a sniff and raised his eyebrows in concern as Mokuba buried his face in his hands with a sob. Drawing closer to him, Seto plopped down beside Mokuba, placing a comforting arm around his shoulders.

"What's wrong?" Seto asked awkwardly, brushing away a few tears with his thumb.

"I dunno" Mokuba replied quietly

"You `dunno' what?" Seto questioned, wondering if he did something wrong.

"I dunno what's going to happen … what if he hates me?" said Mokuba, looking up at his brother.

"Who? Bakura? Don't worry about it, I'll deal with him if he speaks" Seto tried to keep the aggravation out of his voice.

"No, Seto. I wouldn't care if he told anyone and everyone about us" Mokuba noticed his brother's uncertain look. He leaned up to place a small kiss on his lips. Knowing Seto needed to hear it, Mokuba reassured him, "I am in love with you and nothing's going to change that. You know that, right?"

Seto smiled, somewhat reassured. "I feel the same way Mokuba. What's wrong?"

"It's just … what if he's repulsed by our relationship? What if he never speaks to me again?" Mokuba impatiently brushed away a tear. Noticing this, Seto pulled Mokuba into his lap.

"What's all this concern over what he thinks? Why do you care so much?" Seto ignored his minute feeling of jealousy.

"I care because ... well he's a good friend. I mean he always listens and stuff" Mokuba began, "he's taught me a lot … I dunno, I just don't think I could stand it if he hated me"

Seto sighed. "So does this mean I can't kill him?"

"Seto, no!" Mokuba playfully smacked his brother.

Seto gave Mokuba a quick squeeze before getting to his feet, pulling Mokuba with him. "Don't worry Mokuba, if he hates you because of our … relationship, then I don't think he was ever your friend to begin with"

Mokuba sighed, unsure as to whether his brother's words were meant to be comforting or not. It suddenly dawned on him that Seto probably didn't have many friendships; he felt guilty for throwing that fact in his brother's face.

"I'm sorry Seto, this is suppose to be your day off. I don't want you to waste it by dealing with my issues"

Seto caught Mokuba's hand and held onto it. "Hey, don't say that. I took the day off to spend with you, issues and all" Mokuba smiled.

Making their way back into the house, Mokuba began to head upstairs. "I'm gonna go and take a shower"

"Oh, okay" Seto replied, looking slightly put-off.

"Care to join me?" Mokuba smirked as Seto's eyes lit up.

"Do you even have to ask?!" Seto raced him up the stairs, laughing when Mokuba smacked his ass as he ran by.

--------------

Seto slumped against the tiles of the shower as he recovered from the blowjob Mokuba just gave him. Opening his eyes, he watched as Mokuba stepped back underneath one of the three showerheads, throwing his head back to soak his hair. Seto licked his lips as his eyes followed the way the water ran down the other's chest.

Noticing he had Seto's attention, Mokuba ran a hand across his water-slick abs, bringing the other hand up to tease a nipple. Throwing his head back, Mokuba's hand found his erection and he began pumping.

Feeling a stab of desire run through him, Seto went to his knees, grabbing Mokuba's hips to pull him forward towards his mouth. Instantly closing his mouth around the other's erection, he heard Mokuba loudly moan. Swirling a tongue around Mokuba's tip, he smirked as he felt Mokuba bury his hands in his hair, pushing himself further into his mouth. Bringing a hand to curl around Mokuba's base, he brought the other further to the edge as he started pumping Mokuba's length while sucking hard at the tip. Looking down, Mokuba felt a jolt of arousal as he watched his erection slide in and out of Seto's mouth; he instantly came.

Standing up, Seto steadied Mokuba as he stumbled forward, still panting hard.

"Holy fuck, how did you become so good at doing that?" stated Mokuba, pushing back his hair out of his eyes.

"Don't swear" Seto reprimanded sternly, before he continued, "You look so fucking hot right now..." Mokuba laughed as Seto reached forward to grab the bottle of shampoo. Pouring a small amount into his hand, he began to lather it in Mokuba's hair, massaging the other's scalp with his fingertips.

"Mmmm, that feels good" Mokuba murmured, leaning into Seto's touch.

"I always loved washing your hair, it's so soft" Seto said, retrieving more shampoo.

Mokuba snorted at Seto's comment, "oh really, you mean you actually enjoyed bathing me when I was younger? You probably just liked seeing me naked" Mokuba closed his eyes as he leaned back to wash the shampoo from his hair. Looking back up at Seto as he opened his eyes, he saw the shock in his brother's eyes.

"Geeze Seto, I was only kidding. Come here." Mokuba wrapped an arm around Seto. "Sorry, I shouldn't joke about it" Mokuba felt bad.

"No, it's not that, it's just..." Seto trailed off, feeling foolish.

"What?" Mokuba questioned, pouring a dollop of the shampoo into his palm.

"I don't want to be taking advantage of you" Seto replied, leaning back as Mokuba began to lather the shampoo into his hair.

Mokuba sighed, "Fine, the next time you're taking advantage of me, I'll be sure to e-mail you" he replied sarcastically. "Seto, I don't know how many times to tell you this until you believe it. I WANT this! I'm not scared and I'm not confused. I know what's happening, and I don't want it to stop. Hell, half the time I initiate it. You can't rape the willing, sexy" Seto rolled his eyes at Mokuba's term of endearment.

"But-" Seto began.

"Don't worry, I trust you" Mokuba pushed Seto back underneath the waterfall to wash away the shampoo. Reaching forward, he yanked Mokuba towards him, pulling their bodies close as he kissed him.

Breaking the kiss, Seto turned around, allowing Mokuba to rub soap onto his back; he closed his eyes with a sigh as Mokuba started massaging his shoulders.

"Is that what you dreamt about?" Mokuba questioned quietly, breaking the silence.

"Hmm?" Seto replied, leaning into Mokuba's touch.

"Your bad dream, where you taking advantage of me?" Mokuba was given the answer to his question as he felt Seto's shoulders stiffen.

"I didn't have a bad dream-" Seto began.

"Yes you did" Mokuba replied before he could continue, giving Seto a look.

"Smart boy" Seto mumbled in response, arching his back.

"So, wanna come to Seduction and watch me strip tonight?"

"Funny, too" Mokuba smirked at Seto's response, continuing his ministrations on Seto's shoulders.

"Okay, you're putting me to sleep," said Seto, before moving away from Mokuba to stand under the nearest showerhead.

"So, what do you want to do today?" Seto questioned, waiting for Mokuba to rinse off before turning the shower off.

"Have wild, dirty sex with you at the top of the stairs" Mokuba said in a serious tone, stepping out of the shower.

Shocked, Seto dropped the bottle of shampoo he was putting away. He instinctively bent over to retrieve it.

"Unless you want me to take you here?" Mokuba continued, licking his lips as Seto whipped around, almost falling in the process.

"I-" Seto looked at Mokuba.

"Seto" Mokuba moaned, pulling his brother out of the shower as he closed his mouth around a nipple. "I have an idea," Mokuba whispered, licking his way up to Seto's neck.

"Uh huh" Seto murmured, feeling himself become aroused.

"Why don't you come to Seduction with me tonight? I'm going to be doing my own set…" Mokuba wrapped his fist around Seto's length, his thumb smearing the tip.

"I-I" Seto stuttered, slowly becoming mush in his brother's hands.

"You know you want to see me. You like when I strip for you Seto, don't you?" Mokuba swirled his tongue around the other nipple.

"Uh huh" said Seto, holding on to the towel rack for support.

"Say it" whispered Mokuba, "tell me how much you like it"

"I want you," said Seto, eyes widening when he realized what he said. "I mean I want to watch you," he corrected quickly.

"Uh huh" Mokuba murmured, trailing kisses down Seto's chest. "Are you going to watch me? Touch yourself while I'm on stage?" Mokuba felt Seto's harness underneath his palm. "Don't you wanna come?" Mokuba whispered, sucking on a nipple.

"Yeah" Seto replied, leaning against the wall for added support.

"Brilliant!" Mokuba replied cheerfully, pushing himself away to grab a towel.

"Wha-?" Seto spluttered, jolted back to his senses, as Mokuba's tongue was no longer on his body. "What did I just agree to?!"

"We have to be at Seduction for 11 pm sharp, make sure you're ready," said Mokuba cheerfully, bouncing out of the room.

Seto righted himself, scowling as he looked down at his hard-on. "Mokuba!! Come here and fix this!!"

-----------------

Bakura glanced up at the clock that hung on the kitchen wall. Marik was still in the shower.

He made his way to the bathroom door, banging his fist against it in frustration. "What the fuck, Marik. It's been two fucking hours. Are you trying to drown? If you wanted to kill yourself, there's no need to waste your time with suicide, I'll be glad to kick your fucking ass."

Bakura was answered with the shower being turned off. Seconds later, the door opened to reveal a towel-clad Marik; he sidestepped Bakura, ignoring him as he walked past.

"Marik?" Bakura could feel his patience dwindling; he was close to loosing it.

"Just piss off" Marik snapped, stepping into the living room as the other followed close behind.

Bakura's patience snapped, "don't you fucking give me attitude. What the fuck is wrong with everyone? I didn't fucking do anything" Bakura cracked his knuckles, itching to hit something.

Marik yanked the towel from his hips to dry his hair, pointedly ignoring Bakura, "Just fuck off"

Bakura shoved Marik, "what the fuck is up your ass?" Bakura stepped away, trying to control his frustration. He didn't see Marik's fist shoot out towards him, but felt it as it connected with his chin, causing his head to snap sideways.

Marik pulled his fist back, "you fucking bastard. Did I tell you that you could have sex with me?!" the words sounded ridiculous, even to Marik.

"What the fuck?! You fucking cum in ME and I had to ask permission for that?!" Bakura shot back, lashing out at Marik to backhand him.

"Yes" he grumbled out. Bringing his hand to his lip, Marik's eyes narrowed as he saw blood. He shoved Bakura, jumping atop him as he pinned Bakura beneath him. He unconsciously moved his hips forward to straddle Bakura.

"Well, it felt like shit anyways. You could've fucked me with your finger and I wouldn't have known the difference" Bakura snapped, rolling out from underneath Marik as he backhanded him, knocking the other back down.

Bakura jumped atop Marik, intentionally straddling his hips. He raised an eyebrow as he felt Marik's hard-on against his thigh. He fisted Marik's erection, growling, "you're fucking turned on by this?!

Marik gave Bakura a look, "don't tell me you're not" he replied.

Bakura narrowed his eyes, "I'm not"

Marik reached forward, snaking a hand into Bakura's boxers. He smirked as he felt Bakura's hand-on, his tip already covered in pre-cum. "You're not, eh?"

Bakura, still slightly pissed off at Marik's behavior, stood up quickly for a moment to rip off his boxers. His eyes dashed around the room, looking for some lube; his fist shot out to grab a small bottle of lotion he had placed earlier on a shelf. Fully coating his length with the substance, he jumped back atop Marik, holding onto the other's shoulders for leverage. Without a moment's hesitation, he thrust sharply into Marik, growling at how tight the other was. Marik moaned in pleasure, grabbing Bakura's hand and placing it around his erection. Bakura got the message and started pumping him as angled his thrusts to hit Marik's prostate.

"Fucking masochist ... god you're so fucking tight..." Bakura thrust his hips forward again, aiming deeper.

Marik moaned, throwing his head back, "harder. Fuck me like you mean it" Marik covered Bakura's hand with his own, helping him to pump his shaft harder. Leaning down, Bakura captured one of Marik's nipples in his mouth, biting down hard on the nub. He smirked as Marik instantly came, groaning at the sensation of Marik's body clamping down around his length. With a few more thrusts, he felt his release bear down on him and came within the other.

Bakura collapsed atop Marik, both of them trying to catch their breath.

[TBC]

-------------------

@_@

... so that'd Diablo's lemon quota for her life *wink* .... *runs off to church* hahaha, I feel so dirty!! @_@

Oh, wow, what has become of me! *is smut-in-ized* Tanya and Shakster, *shakes fists at you* what have you done to me?! (it's okay, i'm loving it) *evil laughter*

Hope you guys enjoyed this! Review, as always, are welcome!!! Thanks!!