Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Silk ❯ Silk ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: setine 
She slams him against the pool table, smirking that she'll take him there and then
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 06.06.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 845 | Visits: 424 | Status: Completed
She slams him against the pool table, smirking that she'll take him there and then
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 06.06.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 845 | Visits: 424 | Status: Completed
Authors Note: It’s short, but I don’t care. For some odd reason, I can’t write more than 1,000 words. Anyway, I had posted this on my fanfiction journal at livejournal, but I thought that I would let you all read it too. Written for MalignantEra because she helped me through the whole “OMGOMGOMGISUCK”. I encourage you all to spam the crap out of her. Anyway, enjoy the lime!
Please padon the OOC Kaiba.
Disclaimer: Kazuki Takahashi, thank you. Me no ownie.
They giggle as they walk into the game room. Their mouths move together as one as they stumble into the door. Shizuka shoves Mokuba into the door knob, gasping as she works the button on his shirt. His hands move against the french handle, causing them to stumble against each other. They fall against a table. Mokuba grunts as she throws him on the soft peat of the pool table.
“Dammit, this is not...” He gasped as she worked the buttons on his shirt, pausing only move an eight ball that was cradled by his thighs. He gasped and brought her head to meet his. His kiss bruised her as his hands tangled themselves in her hair. Something hard causes his back to arch against her stomach.
She raises an eyebrow as his lips press into a thin line, he pulls out the cue ball from under him.
“We have barely begun,” She mentions as she grabs the pool stick and uses it to restrain Mokuba.
“What?” He comments, “I barely know what to do!”
She giggles and kisses him, “Just relax.”
The next thing Mokuba knows, his hair has been released and is sprawled underneath him. He looks up at her as she looks down at him, her green eyes smoldering with a fire that he is looking forward to, she lifts the pool stick and throws it as she takes his shirt (now crumpled) and ties his hands behind his head.
He looks like some erotic fruit that she should not taste, but will anyway only because he’s exotic. She smirks, damn it was fun to date a younger man. She thinks that it’s why Mai is trying to seduce the older one. According to her, he is very much a ‘traditionalist’, someone who does not partake in intercourse, socially - and the other one.
Mokuba is very willing as she kisses his neck and her fingers run down his chest. His fingers are so long and elegant as she kisses them. Grey eyes are liking metal in the heat.
The green of the table is not a suitable place for her, she wants him to be on silk sheets.
“Silk.” She commands him.
Through half lidded eyes he responds, “Seto’s room.”
She protests, “His room?”
“Mai...”
He can barely form sentences, as she kisses his ear.
He nods, as she unties him. They run quickly, leaving their discarded clothes (she loses her shirt) and is thrown on the bed once more. She takes the shirt and finds the bedpost. Her hands move down to his stomach, drawing lazy circles; it tickles him. The muscles ripple in a dance that she cannot stop watching. When she does reach for his pants, she hears a scream:
“OH MY GOD! NO! NOT IN MY BED!”
Mokuba’s lust is sucked dry as he hears his brothers voice in horror, “Seto!”
Shizuka growls and throws a pillow at his head. “Leave. Now.”
Mokuba is startled at her actions. His brother leaves, not before he hears him complaining about Mokuba losing it first.
She looks back at him. The room is dark again, his eyes are the only thing she can see. He really is a sly minx isn’t he? She persuades him to forget what happens, knowing that he’s out of the mood. She kisses him in the right spots and tugs at his ear, whispering dirty things in his ear. When he does comply, she takes him swiftly so that there be no disturbances.
In the aftermath, he is curled into her side, sleeping lightly when they hear a thud from the den. Shizuka soothes Mokuba back to sleep as she smirks, Mai has finally succeeded. And she does it on the pool table. She keeps the secret to herself, she knows that if Kaiba found out, he would have a fit. For now, she strokes Mokuba’s sweaty hair and kisses his temple, his jaw and his cheek. He purrs and turns around. Shizuka is glad that she did teach him the ropes.
They giggle as they walk into the game room. Their mouths move together as one as they stumble into the door. Shizuka shoves Mokuba into the door knob, gasping as she works the button on his shirt. His hands move against the french handle, causing them to stumble against each other. They fall against a table. Mokuba grunts as she throws him on the soft peat of the pool table.
“Dammit, this is not...” He gasped as she worked the buttons on his shirt, pausing only move an eight ball that was cradled by his thighs. He gasped and brought her head to meet his. His kiss bruised her as his hands tangled themselves in her hair. Something hard causes his back to arch against her stomach.
She raises an eyebrow as his lips press into a thin line, he pulls out the cue ball from under him.
“We have barely begun,” She mentions as she grabs the pool stick and uses it to restrain Mokuba.
“What?” He comments, “I barely know what to do!”
She giggles and kisses him, “Just relax.”
The next thing Mokuba knows, his hair has been released and is sprawled underneath him. He looks up at her as she looks down at him, her green eyes smoldering with a fire that he is looking forward to, she lifts the pool stick and throws it as she takes his shirt (now crumpled) and ties his hands behind his head.
He looks like some erotic fruit that she should not taste, but will anyway only because he’s exotic. She smirks, damn it was fun to date a younger man. She thinks that it’s why Mai is trying to seduce the older one. According to her, he is very much a ‘traditionalist’, someone who does not partake in intercourse, socially - and the other one.
Mokuba is very willing as she kisses his neck and her fingers run down his chest. His fingers are so long and elegant as she kisses them. Grey eyes are liking metal in the heat.
The green of the table is not a suitable place for her, she wants him to be on silk sheets.
“Silk.” She commands him.
Through half lidded eyes he responds, “Seto’s room.”
She protests, “His room?”
“Mai...”
He can barely form sentences, as she kisses his ear.
He nods, as she unties him. They run quickly, leaving their discarded clothes (she loses her shirt) and is thrown on the bed once more. She takes the shirt and finds the bedpost. Her hands move down to his stomach, drawing lazy circles; it tickles him. The muscles ripple in a dance that she cannot stop watching. When she does reach for his pants, she hears a scream:
“OH MY GOD! NO! NOT IN MY BED!”
Mokuba’s lust is sucked dry as he hears his brothers voice in horror, “Seto!”
Shizuka growls and throws a pillow at his head. “Leave. Now.”
Mokuba is startled at her actions. His brother leaves, not before he hears him complaining about Mokuba losing it first.
She looks back at him. The room is dark again, his eyes are the only thing she can see. He really is a sly minx isn’t he? She persuades him to forget what happens, knowing that he’s out of the mood. She kisses him in the right spots and tugs at his ear, whispering dirty things in his ear. When he does comply, she takes him swiftly so that there be no disturbances.
In the aftermath, he is curled into her side, sleeping lightly when they hear a thud from the den. Shizuka soothes Mokuba back to sleep as she smirks, Mai has finally succeeded. And she does it on the pool table. She keeps the secret to herself, she knows that if Kaiba found out, he would have a fit. For now, she strokes Mokuba’s sweaty hair and kisses his temple, his jaw and his cheek. He purrs and turns around. Shizuka is glad that she did teach him the ropes.