Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Seduction: The Secret Life ❯ Seduction 11 ( Chapter 11 )

Seduction: The Secret Life

Author: Diablo Bella

Rating: R

Pairing(s): Seto x Mokuba … ish ;)

Type: Yaoi / Incest

Spoilers: None

Status: Multi-part (11/?)

Disclaimer: T_T … nope, don't own Yu-Gi-Oh … >_< … or "Just Lose It" By Eminem.

Dedication: Tanya Maxwell (for your continued support, and for putting up with my rambling on and on about this story while we were in the Library together … Preq!Sed's gonna rock ~ can't really thank you enough babe <3), Shakster (For being there when I had no idea wtf I was doing with this), D-Chan (for not letting me give up, thanks for your support & encouragement) … and for all of those readers/reviewers out there who e-mailed me, wondering if I had died or something -_-; … sorry for the loooooooooong delay in updating …

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? Caution: Seto x Mokuba incest ^_~ ENJOY!

RECAP OF LAST CHAPTER: Well, last chapter, we discovered how much of a bastard Marik really is … and the fact that he was really after Mokuba the entire time (you'll find out more about that next chapter) … Mokuba was successful in convincing his brother to come along with him to Club Seduction … and Bakura/Marik had a fight, resulting in Bakura walking out - ending their `relationship' or was it Marik, who claimed that there was no relationship to begin with? ;) Hope that helps …

A/N: [ bla bla ] = song lyrics … "Just Lose It" By Eminem is the featured song.

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"Fuck" Bakura scowled, attempting to bury his hands further into his jean pockets to preserve their warmth from the cold night air. He quickened his pace, determined to put as much distance between the bastard and himself as possible. Being pissed didn't even begin to describe the emotion he was feeling at this moment; his eyes narrowed as Marik's words rang through his mind …

{`What, did you loose your balls or something? … This is why I shouldn't let you top. It causes you to loose sight of which role you really play; you begin to think of this as some kind of relationship'}

"The smug son of a bitch" Bakura hissed, trying to rub some warmth into his forearms. Spotting his parked motorcycle ahead, he quickened his pace as he heard the unmistakable rumble of thunder ahead. He quickly hopped on it and peeled off - heading to the club, cursing once more as he felt the icy wind blow right through his t-shirt.

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Seto emerged from the car before it came to a complete stop. He looked a little pale as he clutched onto the door tightly.

"Gimme your keys" He held his hand out towards Mokuba.

"What?" Even Mokuba could hear the forged innocence in his voice. He raised an eyebrow as he glanced towards Seto's outstretched hand.

"Your keys, I want them. Now." Seto repeated, making his way around the car to stand in front of Mokuba. "There's no way I'm even letting you drive EVER again"

"Geeze" Mokuba shrugged, throwing in a pout for good measure, "so I was going a little fast and ran a few red lights … I got us here, didn't I?" He fingered his keys lovingly.

"Barely" Seto retorted, holding out his hand again. He watched as Mokuba reluctantly handed his keys over.

"But Seto," Mokuba began, watching as Seto pocketed his keys, "If you leave early, I'm not gonna be able to get back"

"Don't worry - I'll give you a ride." Mokuba smirked at the implication.

"I mean a ride in the CAR," Seto hastily corrected. Mokuba's smirk grew.

"You'll give me a *ride* eh?" Mokuba stepped closer, suddenly cupping a hand to Seto's groin. "But can this bad boy handle me?"

Seto narrowed his eyes playfully. "We'll just have to see, won't we?" He leaned forward and kissed Mokuba vigorously, moving a hand to Mokuba's back to draw their bodies closer as he deepened the kiss.

Mokuba pulled back after a few moments, out of breath. "You know," he whispered, inches away from Seto's face, "you're so hot when you get all dominating like that"

It was Seto's turn to smirk. "Oh really?"

"Oh yeah" Mokuba replied, turning to lead Seto out of the parking lot and into the club.

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Bakura jumped off his bike the moment he turned it off - stumbling as he tried to re-gain the feeling in his numb legs. He glanced down as his pink-tinged arms, wincing as he felt the sting of frostbite.

"Fuck" he cursed again, kicking his bike to release some anger - instantly regretting it once he realized that he was defacing his own property.

He walked towards Seduction, hearing the faint voices of those standing around the entrance having a smoke over the wind. Yet, he couldn't help but feel … alone. Not for the fact that his "fling" (he refused to call it a relationship) with Marik was over … but rather for the fact that he finally realized that his life was going nowhere fast.

How much longer could he really continue to work as a performer? Sure, the pay was good … hell, he made in an hour what many would in a week … with the small exception that he sucked cock and gyrated his hips to do so. Lack of morality wasn't even a thought; he really didn't give a fuck if he was going to hell - he'd been to worse places. But … it just didn't feel the same anymore. He felt … alone … almost as if he were standing in the middle of a crowded street while people rushed by - brushing past him as they moved forward. He felt suffocated.

The sound of a shot-glass slamming against the bar broke his thoughts; he looked up into the familiar face of the bartender, realizing that his feet had led him into the club and to the bar without even a hint of his recognition.

"Drink it" The bartender inclined his head towards the filled shot glass he had placed in front of Bakura. "You look like shit"

Bakura shrugged, throwing his head back as he took the shot. He slammed the glass back down with an exhale of air, contented with the warm feeling the alcohol created in his chest.

The shot-glass with replaced with another and Bakura quickly downed it.

"I don't want to performing anymore," Bakura suddenly stated, knowing the bartender was within hearing distance. He rolled the shot glass from hand to hand, watching as the bartender put down the glass he was drying to pick up another one out of the corner of his eye.

"That's okay, I'll re-schedule you for another day, just get a replacement for-" the bartender replied, stopping abruptly as he was interrupted by Bakura.

"Fuck, you don't get it. I don't want to come back. I'm done with this shit … I've grown out of doing this, I want something else … it just isn't the same anymore. I'm sick of having to see twisted fuckers like you everyday" Bakura slammed the shot glass down in anger, narrowing his eyes at the bartender.

He caught Bakura's look and rolled his eyes impatiently. "Is that so? Well I'm sick and tired of you pathetic strippers. You're all `Oh, my life sucks. Oh, my husband found out that I'm a whore. Oh, I'm depressed. Oh, I make so much money, and I just don't know what to do with myself'" The bartender retorted in a mocking tone, pretending to flip his imaginary hair back while batting his eyelashes.

Bakura felt his eye twitch as he gripped the shot glass with enough force to crack it.

Ignoring Bakura's anger with a wave of his hand, he reached forward and pried Bakura's grasp from the shot glass before it actually broke. He ceased movement upon feeling the coolness of a blade pressing against his carotid artery; not even realizing the other had pulled a knife out.

Unfazed, the bartender murmured, "If you perform tonight, I'll give you half of our profits … Call it a bonus, if you like"

Bakura rolled his eyes, "You think money's gonna stop me from slicing your goddamn neck?!"

"Eighty-thousand dollars will" The bartender smirked as he felt Bakura lower the knife.

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Upon entering the threshold, Mokuba inclined his head towards a few of the regulars, smiling as they called out to him. He turned around to see Seto's reaction, but frowned upon realizing the brunette was no longer following him. He turned around, his eyes lightly scanning the surrounding area for the familiar sight of his brother. Shaking his head as he finally spotted Seto, he began walking towards him - abruptly coming to a halt when he was close enough to realize that Seto was talking to another man. He narrowed his eyes, feeling a flash of jealousy. Discreetly moving closer, he turned an ear to their conversation.

"Why are you saying `no', sexy? Don't you wanna see just how much I'm packing?" the man fondled himself, winking at Seto as he licked his lips.

"Listen you retarded goat-fucker, I'd rather suck my little brother off" Seto retorted.

Mokuba, with a mischievous grin on his face, slowly approached Seto from the back. Sliding his hands across his brother's crotch from the back as he grinded his hips against Seto's ass to the beat of the song that was playing.

[ Now I'm gonna make you dance

Get your chance

Yeah boy - shake that ass,

Oops I mean girl, girl, girl, girl

Girl - you know you're my world ]

"Hey sexy" Mokuba purred sexily, stirring Seto from his shock.

Seto turned around with a glare, believing Mokuba to be someone else hitting on him. His expression lightened as he recognized his brother, and he opened his mouth to speak. Mokuba however beat him to it, placing a finger against Seto's lips to effectively silence him. Seto gave him a confused look.

"Wanna dance?" Mokuba asked loudly, stepping closer to Seto as he placed his leg in-between his brother's. He allowed his thigh to lightly rub against Seto's cock. Mokuba moved his gaze to over Seto's shoulder, giving the man who had been hitting on his brother a cold smirk.

Seto followed Mokuba's gaze, shaking his head with a grin. "Possessive, much?"

"Just when it comes to you … well, you and your man-parts" Seto snorted at Mokuba's response, leaning forward to place a kiss on Mokuba's neck.

"You're too much, you know" Seto muttered in Mokuba's ear, after the man had finally stormed off, ego deflated.

"Well, he was trying to take what was mine. What's mine, stays mine" Mokuba ran a hand down Seto's back, not stopping until it rested over Seto's ass. He ground his hips into Seto's again to emphasize his point.

[ Alright, now lose it

Aah aah aah aah aah

Just lose it

Aah aah aah aah aah

Go crazy

Aah aah aah aah aah

Oh baby

Aah aah

Oh baby, baby aah aah ]

Seto stifled a moan. "You say that as if I'd actually do something with that guy"

"Well, with your horny mind, who knows what's possible" Mokuba retorted as Seto moved his hands to grip his waist.

[ Everyone report to the dance floor

It's your chance for a little romance whore

Butt squeezing, it's the season

Just go aah aah aah aah

So appeasing ]

"Me?! Horny" he exclaimed in mock indignation, moving a hand to grope Mokuba's ass. Mokuba smirked, grinding his hips harder against Seto's.

[ Mmmmm touch my body

Mmmmm touch my body

Ooh boy just touch my body

I mean girl just touch my body ]

"I'm gonna assume that's your cell phone I'm feeling" Mokuba muttered.

Seto flashed him a smile. "I left it at home"

The song ended and they parted as another one began. "Let's get a drink," Mokuba suggested; Seto nodded.

Making their way towards the tall bar-chairs that lined the bar, Seto gave Mokuba a look of discomfort as he sat down.

"What?" Mokuba questioned, suddenly grinning as he saw the apparent bulge of Seto's hard-on, "oh," he hopped down from his chair, moving to stand between Seto's open legs.

"Want me to take care of that for you?" Mokuba innocently asked, allowing his fingers to lightly drift over Seto's cock, feeling it jump at his touch.

Seto gasped at the sensation, but quickly grabbed Mokuba's wrist to stop him. "Isn't there somewhere a bit more … private … that we could go to?" Seto muttered, casting a weary look around.

"Hmmm, like the bathroom or something?" Mokuba teased, inching closer. "Or how about that pool table over there in the corner?" Mokuba raised his head to get a better view of said pool table, smirking in amusement - "damn, that's already in use".

Seto's eyes widened as he followed Mokuba's gaze to the pool table. A man was on his back, legs hanging off the edge of the table with his pants around his ankles. Another was bending over in between his open legs, servicing his cock while another was holding his hips firmly in place while pounding into him from the back.

"Want me to do that to you?" Mokuba asked, leaning closer to Seto with both hands resting on his brother's thighs. "Hmm, but where would we get the third person from?" Mokuba casually glanced around, his eyebrows rising as he spotted Bakura further down the bar. "Oh look, it's Bakura! … Maybe he'd wanna join in," Mokuba suggested, laughing at the look Seto was giving him. "Hmm, but he looks a little pissed off. Perhaps we shouldn't ask, he might bite your head off or something"

Seto shook his head at Mokuba's antics. He paused for a moment and looking around, realizing how, at this moment, he didn't feel like himself. Perhaps it was the atmosphere of the club … or his tight leather pants, or perhaps it was the fact that he was with Mokuba (a Mokuba who knew how he felt about him, and who returned his feelings) … but Seto realized that he had let his guard down. Standing up, he felt Mokuba's hands drop from his thighs. "Isn't there somewhere private backstage?" he asked again.

"Why? It's okay out here…" Mokuba replied, leaning forward to suck on Seto's neck lightly.

"No, no it's not!" Seto snapped irritatingly, pushing Mokuba away when the other failed to stop.

Mokuba narrowed his eyes.

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To be continued …

… OMG, SHE LIVES!!! … ><; … Hey, at least I updated *before* the year turned over! … I had initially planned to re-write this entire fic … but that clearly wasn't happening anytime soon. This chapter had been written (and most of the next chapter) for quite some time now … I didn't mean to withhold the ficcage!! -_-;; … There is a prequel planned … and a sequel (if we get there) … let's take it one chapter at a time, no? … Mmkay, thanks for reading! … I'll (hopefully) update within the next week … *runs off*