Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Seduction: The Secret Life ❯ Seduction 12 ( Chapter 12 )

Seduction: The Secret Life

Author: Diablo Bella

Rating: R

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

Type: Yaoi / Incest

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

Status: Multi-part (12/?)

Disclaimer: Don't own Yu-gi-oh! … or the song used in this chapter, "1, 2 Step" by Ciara

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Mokuba continued down the hall, coming to a halt directly behind the black curtains that were shielding the stage.

"Is this private enough for you?"

Seto glanced at his brother, taking in his narrowed eyes and cold stance - he knew the other was pissed. "Mokuba, it's -"

"No Seto. Let me tell you how I see it. You don't mind being with me, as long as it's in private, behind closed doors. Yet you didn't seem to mind when we were dancing though"

"Lapse of judgment?" Seto offered, shrugging.

"No. Look around you - do you really think you're the only one here in a fucking relationship that's immoral?!"

"Wait," Seto interjected, holding his hand up to stop Mokuba. "That's not it. I shouldn't be here in a place like this-"

"No one will recognize you" Mokuba interrupted.

Slightly shaking his head, he replied, "How could you be so sure?"

"Besides the fact that most people think you're in America, do you really think these people here give a fuck as to who you are? They're only after your cock and ass. If you've got a hole, they'll stick themselves in it. Plain and simple - this place is about seduction"

"And you're OK being in a place like this?" Seto's head turned as two naked men walked by.

"This is me. Love or hate it … that's up to you. But know, Seto, that I am old enough to realize - and understand - that who I am and what I feel for you is beyond lust. I love you, I crave you, I want you, I need you" said Mokuba, reaching out to touch Seto's arm.

Seto looked at Mokuba for a moment, tracing the side of his face with a finger. "Me too"

"So … aren't we supposed to kiss now or something?" Mokuba smirked.

Seto complied, closing his lips over his brothers. For a moment, everything made sense as he wrapped an arm around Mokuba's waist, pulling their bodies together.

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"Get your fucking hands off me" Bakura growled, wrenching his arm from Marik's grip as the other grabbed him.

"I'm sorry" Marik replied rather unconvincingly, letting go of Bakura.

"I don't care" Bakura snapped, dropping down onto a nearby chair by a corner table near the stage.

Marik rolled his eyes at Bakura's dramatic behavior, but nonetheless straddled a chair next to him. They were silent for a moment; Bakura fiddled with the ashtray, waiting for Marik to speak.

Marik thought about what he was doing for a moment - part of him did want Bakura back - the sex was too good to pass up. But he didn't want Bakura to be his /boyfriend/. Fuck, what would be next? Marriage? Adopting some brats? ... Even thinking about it made him nauseous.

Besides, he thought, feeling the cold steel of the gun against his skin from where it was tucked into his pants, once Kaiba was out his way, he'd ditch Bakura for Mokuba. However, getting rid of Kaiba was the only problem ... one couldn't exactly walk up to the CEO and put a gun to his head. He had to do something, though. Marik's hand unconsciously moved to his lap, lightly caressing the growing bulge between his legs. How much longer would he have to wait until he could fuck Mokuba?

Marik's eyes flickered to Bakura, then to his watch.

"Listen. I'm sorry, okay. I didn't mean it" Marik finally said in a bored tone, glancing at his watch again. There was enough time before his performance with Mokuba for a quick fuck.

Bakura, however, remained silent, cocking his head to the side as he looked at Marik. God, Marik really gave him no credit - he wasn't that fucking stupid. He'd known Marik long enough to know that there was always a reason behind the other's actions, he was never sorry and always got what he wanted. Well, this time was no exception, Bakura thought bitterly. Maybe if he went along with Marik, he'd eventually find out what the other was after.

"Fine" Bakura dropped the ashtray and stood up. "Are you up for a fuck?"

Marik glanced down at his crotch. "Yup, I'm defiantly up"

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Bakura winced as Marik pushed himself deeper.

"Glad to see you haven't been fucked by anyone since" Marik pulled out and pushed himself deeper.

Bakura grunted in response, both hands supporting his weight from his bent-over position against the side of the bed.

"Spread your legs wider, I know you can take me further" Marik bucked his hips forward.

"Fuck, use more lube next time" Bakura snapped, spreading his legs further apart.

"You know you like the," Marik pulled out and plunged back in harshly, "friction it creates"

"Marik?" Mokuba's voice filtered through the closed door, along with his fist banging against it.

"I'm coming" Marik yelled, increasing his pace.

Mokuba's persistent knocking echoed through the room.

"Fuck you, I said I'm coming!" Marik snapped his hips forward with enough force to cause Bakura to fall forward. Bakura's tensing muscles around his cock rubbed him the right way and he came with a grunt.

"Whatever. I'll do the performance without you if I have to" Mokuba yelled back.

Bakura rolled onto his back as Marik got up and got dressed.

"You coming?" Marik held open the door as he looked over his shoulder.

Bakura reached out to grab a pillow, shaking his head as he buried his face in it.

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[ (This beat is)

Automatic, supersonic, hypnotic, funky fresh

Work my body, so melodic

This beat flows right through my chest

Everybody, Ma and Papi came to party

Grab somebody, work your body, work your body

Let me see you 1, 2 step (here we go) ]

The black curtain parted as Marik and Mokuba strutted out onto the stage. Like night and day, they were like a paradox as they stood together. Mokuba's inky hair and fair complexion causing Marik's platinum hair and tanned skin to stand out.

[ Rock it, don't stop it

Everybody get on the floor

Crank the party up

We about to get it on

Let me see ya

1, 2 step

I love it when ya

1, 2 step

Everybody

1, 2 step

We about to get it on ]

Turning sideways, they rolled their hips forward - gyrating their pelvises in sync to the beat. Making small circles with their hips, they went lower until they were almost touching the floor.

[ (This beat is)

Outrageous, so contagious, make you crave it

(Jazze made it)

So retarded, top-charted

Ever since the day I started

Strut my stuff and yes I flaunt it

Goodies make the boys jump on it

No, I can't control myself

Now let me do my 1, 2 step ]

Facing forward once again, they moved closer to the edge of the stage where the poles were located. Grasping the cold metal, they bucked their hips against it, rubbing their cocks against the pole in beat to the song. Swinging their bodies around it, they released the pole and landed at the edge of the stage. Many men lined the edge of the stage, clutching beer bottles in one hand while throwing money onto the stage with the other.

[ Rock it, don't stop it

Everybody get on the floor

Crank the party up

We about to get it on

Let me see ya

1, 2 step

I love it when ya

1, 2 step

Everybody

1, 2 step

We about to get it on ]

Mokuba licked his middle finger, rubbing the digit over a nipple while biting his bottom lip with an expression of arousal. Even more cash landed on stage.

[ It don't matter to me

We can dance slow

Which ever way the beat drop

Our bodies will go

So swing it over here, Mr. DJ

And we will, we will rock you ]

Mokuba's eyes scanned the crowd, looking for Seto. Just knowing his brother was watching was arousing the hell out of him. He smirked, going to stand with the pole in-between his legs. Seductively sliding his body down it, he groaned as the coolness of the pole felt good against his bare chest. Glancing towards the crowd again, his eyes scanned for his brother once more. The bright lights that were shining on stage, however, impaired his vision.

[ It don't matter to me

We can dance slow

Which ever way the beat drop

Our bodies will go

So swing over here, Mr. DJ

And we will, we will rock you ]

Rolling his hips forward to the beat of the song, he managed to slide his pants down, revealing even more skin than what was intended. He glanced over to Marik to see how the other was holding up. He shook his head with a snort of amusement - Marik was completely naked.

[Rock it, don't stop it

Everybody get on the floor

Crank the party up

We about to get it on

Let me see ya

1, 2 step

I love it when ya

1, 2 step

Everybody

1, 2 step

We about to get it on ]

The song was coming to an end, and Mokuba ignored the twinge of annoyance he felt. Where the fuck was Seto?

[ Rock it, don't stop it

Everybody get on the floor

Crank the party up

We about to get it on

Let me see ya

1, 2 step

I love it when ya

1, 2 step

Everybody

1, 2 step

We about to get it on ]

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Marik put an arm around him as they exited the stage.

"Get the fuck off me" Mokuba snapped, pulling his pants on.

"Hmmm ... testy, testy" Marik provoked, opening a bottle of beer.

"Whatever, I'll be in my dressing room"

Marik took a swig of his beer, watching Mokuba's bare back as he walked away.

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Mokuba stormed into his dressing room with a scowl, not even closing the door fully before he was pinned against the wall. The taste of his brother's lips against his brought him to his senses and he pulled back.

"I take it you actually watched?"

Seto's lips moved to Mokuba's neck.

"I take it you liked?"

Seto pushed himself up against Mokuba, kissing him fiercely in response.

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... To Be Continued ... *snicker* ... sorry to end there ... BUT, methinks I smell a lemon coming up in the next chapter ...