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Brotherly love 2: Give Him What He Wants	By : NihilEtNemo Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2491 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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TITLE: Brotherly Love 2: Give Him
What He Needs

AUTHOR: setosgirl

DATE: 10-19-06

FANDOM: YGO

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own YGO

PAIRINGS:
Mokuba/SetoNoa

SHIPPING:
Lotusshipping

TYPE: Romance/Smut

OCs: none

CHAPTER: Oneshot

RATING: NC-17

WORDS:

WARNINGS: incest, lemon, lime,
threesome, BDSM

SUMMARY: Mokuba is the only one who
can give Seto what he really needs (with Noa's help, of course).

NOTES: Sequel to Brotherly Love.
The power of reviewers (at least in regards to me): thanks to Kikyana
for originally suggesting the original idea for Brotherly Love,
and Adam for all your interesting e-mail conversation... and getting
on my ass when I didn't write the sequel. ^^;;; For you!

~~~~~~~~~~

Give Him What He Needs

Standing by his brother's bed with a
small box in hand, he couldn't really help but smile.

As much as he would have liked to, he
didn't sleep in his brother's bed. They couldn't afford to; there was
always that 'what if' scenario. Mostly, for them, it was 'what if we
get caught?'

Not that Seto wouldn't have let him if
he told him to, fear over possible consequences or not. Seto had an
adorable way of doing what he told him to, and enjoying it. Every
little command indulged Seto's secret need to be dominated and
controlled... and who was he to deny Seto his little needs?

Not that he minded, of course.

With a little smile, he leaned over to
brush a few strands of hair out of Seto's face, just watching him
sleep. He was cute and adorable, when he was asleep... He looked like
he did when they played their games. Just open and waiting for input.

After a moment, he set the small box
down on the bed beside him and slipped out of the room.

Seto awoke to the screaming alarm in
the morning, just as the rising sun was turning the sky barely
visible through the sheer curtains over his balcony doors a pale
pink, and rested his forehead against the pillow for a moment as he
convinced himself to get up. He had work to do, school to think
about...

After a moment, he realized his hip was
resting on something hard and square; the scorner was poking into
him. Without either looking or sitting up, he groped for whatever it
was, determining it to be a box before he even grabbed it. Sliding it
up toward face level, he pushed himself up on one arm and blinked at
it, pulling the lid off only after he decided there was nothing more
to be learned from staring at it.

If it hadn't been obvious before,
opening it would have proved that the package was from Mokuba. In the
pale daylight from outside a thin circular band of silver metal
gleamed, with a small sapphire set in the side opposite the clasp
that closed it. A collar... precisely like the one they used in their
games. He wished he had time today... With a small smile, and set the
lid back on the box and slid it onto the table, next to his alarm,
and slid off the bed. Maybe when he got home they could play.

He was still smiling after his shower
when he came downstairs for breakfast, finding Mokuba already eating
slowly from a bowl of cereal and apparently waiting for him, if the
expectation with which he looked up was any indication. His face fell
as Seto sat down, though.

“...You're not wearing it...?”

He looked up in surprise as his plate
was set before him by a servant. “I didn't realize I was
supposed to.”

“...Why else would I have given
it to you?” Mokuba looked a bit annoyed that he hadn't caught
on; he supposed it probably should have been obvious. “Go put
it on.”

The tone of his voice had Seto standing
with a “Hai, otouto-dono,” before he fully realized it,
but his mind was calmer, soothed by the order in that same strange
but nice way it always was, when he knew he could trust the person
giving him the orders. And he could trust Mokuba, if no one else.

He easily climbed the stairs and went
back into his room, pulling the covers up over his bed when he saw a
maid hadn't made it yet and taking the slim collar from its box. For
a moment, he just looked at it, running his fingers over the metal as
he tried to decide what it was. Mokuba would never have him wearing
something like steel... it was too bright, anyway. Silver? Could be,
but it weighed too much. Same for titanium. Then... Hn. Platinum?
White gold? He found he liked the latter idea, and smiled a little
again as he put his around his neck. It fit perfectly, snug but not
so tight that he couldn't breathe. Just like it always fit in the
virtual world. He ran his fingers over the raised stone in the front,
knowing a leash that Mokuba probably had hidden in his room somewhere
could easily attach and liking that idea. It wouldn't be used for any
sexual purpose – Mokuba was only thirteen – but he
didn't think for a moment that Mokuba would hesitate to put him on
the leash regardless.

Sliding his fingers
along it again, he tugged his shirt collar up and made his way back
to the dining room where his brother waited.

Mokuba smiled when
he reentered the room, gray eyes immediately on his throat. “Good,”
he said as he sat once again. “I don't ever want you to take
that off.”

“Showering?” Seto asked as
he sliced up a sausage.

“Water won't hurt it.”

“In public?”

“Who's going to care? You already
wear fuck-me pants and bondage straps... You advertise your fetishes
to the world. One more proof won't hurt.”

He could have
argued that he just liked leather pants, and claimed that the straps
weren't intended as anything of the sort... He would have been lying,
but he could have claimed so. Actually, he didn't mind at all; he
rather liked the idea of wearing Mokuba's collar in pubic, out in
front of everyone.

Mokuba's smaller
arms wrapped around his shoulders as he calmly ate his mutilated
sausage. “Besides,” he said, resting his chin on Seto's
shoulder, “I want you to be reminded of me, all the time. I'll
be with you everywhere then, okay?”

Seto smiled a
little and leaned back to give him a very light kiss. “You're
with me everywhere already,” he promised. “But I won't
take it off.”

“Good,” Mokuba said, and
kissed his forehead. “Now be sure to get home early tonight,
we've been ignoring Noa and he's getting peevish.”

“Why didn't he tell me he wanted
me back early?” he asked as he finished his coffee.

Mokuba kissed his
head again indulgently. “That's funny... what would he talk to
you for?”

He let him go and
walked away. Seto watched him go, feeling somewhat, surprisingly,
calmed by what to most would have been an uncaring insult. After a
moment, he got up to go to work, thinking that would carry him over
for most of the rest of the day.

At lunch, Seto took
several deep breaths and held his head in one hand. A small crisis
this morning and a meeting that had run longer than expected had
rattled him, stealing his calm and leaving him a bit shaky and
unbalanced. Once upon a time he had worked like this – walked
around almost constantly like this – and been none the worse
for it, but now he had had a taste of that calmness and he needed it
back.

Several more deep,
calming breaths barely took the edge off, and regarding the salad
sitting on his desk made him feel sick. He couldn't possibly eat like
this. He could probably make it the rest of the day but if he did
he'd probably be a wreck when he got home...

A glance at the
clock told him that Mokuba's lunch break had just begun. He hesitated
a moment, then pulled his cell phone from his pocket and dialed the
number for Mokuba's.

His brother
answered after two agonizing rings, as Seto unevenly tapped a pen on
the table. “Tell me what's wrong,” he said immediately in
that tone of voice, and he instantly felt himself beginning to
relax.

“Some moron caused an accident in
one of the testing rooms this morning,” he answered dutifully,
leaning back in the chair with his eyes closed, “and the board
of directors didn't seem to like my proposal; they dragged the
meeting on for an extra hour.”

“Fire the idiot who caused the
accident,” Mokuba said at once, “and don't listen to the
other idiots.”

Seto relaxed and
was calmed again, finally. He had already decided to do both of those
things – he knew they were the right things to do – but
hearing Mokuba tell him to do them was just good for him. It wasn't
actually that Mokuba was telling him to do that, he would have done
it whether he said to or not, it was just Mokuba telling him to do
anything. He could have told him to stand on his head or wave his
right arm through the air; the result would have been the same.

“Hai, otouto-dono,” Seto
said in gratitude.

“Touch your collar.”

He did, running his
fingers over the smooth metal as he listened to him. He assumed
Mokuba must be in an empty classroom or the bathroom or something to
be talking abut the collar and ruining the illusion of it being a
normal business call.

“Every time it gets upsetting, do
that and remember that I told you to do that. If it hasn't helped
after five minutes, call me then.”

“Hai,” he repeated, tracing
the stone calmly, soaking up the soothing effect of doing so.

“Good. Eat your lunch, then come
home at three-thirty and Noa and I will be waiting; we'll play a game
then.”

“I was going to get my work from
the school...” he said, opening his eyes to look at the
ceiling. “I can't do that until school gets out at three...”

“Do it tomorrow,” Mokuba
told him. He smiled, the last of his uneasiness vanishing as Mokuba
crushed his resistance to the idea. “I'll see you at
three-thirty.”

“Hai, otouto-dono...”

Mokuba hung up
without further acknowledgment, and he sat there with his eyes closed
for another moment, fingers caressing the collar before he sighed and
sat up, peace and calm restored, pulling his salad toward him.

At two-forty-five,
Seto dutifully left the office, giving himself exactly enough time to
get home when Mokuba had told him to be.

He sat in the limo
idly running his fingers over his collar as he watched the city slide
by past his window. He didn't exactly need calmed, but he did like
how it felt, and though he had his laptop he didn't feel like
working. Just thinking of Mokuba and Noa waiting when he got home...

Slowly he became
aware that the scroll of the scenery was getting slower and he
glanced up. “What's happening?”

“I'm sorry, sir,” the
driver replied immediately. “I think there was an accident up
ahead; everything's blocked up.”

Damn it...! “I
have to be home by three-thirty – get me there.”

“I'll do my best, sir...”

Seto growled a
little as he looked out the window, but he knew that was the best he
could ask for. The driver wasn't magic, he couldn't just make it
happen...

Damn it, he hated
giving orders. He rubbed his fingers over the collar again, closing
his eyes as he traced the stone. It was okay, he'd be back at home
with Mokuba before too long... he didn't want to look at the time and
keep track of how long because he was fairly certain the limo had now
ceased all forward motion entirely, but not too long... He and Noa
would make this better. He could just relax and play with his
brothers. Everything would be fine.

He knew it had been
at least half an hour of that crawling when they began to move for
real again, and that meant he was already late. That was a sickly
feeling in his stomach that not even the collar could dissipate, the
feeling of having disappointed Mokuba. He'd just have to live with
the consequences...

He opened his eyes
when the familiar sound of the gravel driveway under the tires and
glanced at his watch. Almost four o'clock. Damn it. Mokuba would be
pissed. He carefully ignored the stirring of excitement that brought
out in him and stepped out of the car, laptop-containing briefcase in
hand.

There was no sound
inside the house when he stepped inside, glancing around as he set
the briefcase aside and stepped out of his shoes. Everything was
dark, still, and silent... His hand went to loosen his tie and
briefly rubbed over the collar instead, before he set it back on
course.

With any luck,
Mokuba had just gone to see Noa without him. Maybe he wouldn't
realize how late he was. With this assumption, Seto shed his suit
coat and hung it up, his feet immediately following the path toward
the game room.

The entire house
was silent and deserted on the way; he pushed the door open and
looked in side, pausing in surprise as he saw Mokuba leaning against
the controls, waiting for him with his arms crossed and a displeased
expression on his face.

“You were supposed to be here at
three thirty.” He said it so flatly, as though there could be
no excuse for disobeying his whims. Seto could have purred in
anticipation, if he were so mentally prostrate for having
disappointed him as he had.

“I know... there was an accident.
Traffic was slow.”

Mokuba didn't much
seem to care. He jerked his head toward the waiting pods. “Get
in there. I'll set it up.”

“Hai, otouto-dono.” Seto
immediately sat in the pod and brought the straps over him, closing
his eyes to wait for the feeling of falling away...

He opened his eyes
when he felt a large hand rested heavily on the back of his neck.

There was nothing
but a blank expanse of floor before him, astoundingly realistic
hardwood planks, the varnish chipping with wear. His hands were tied
tightly behind him and the collar was firmly in place, snug against
his throat, under the hand of... Noa? Or Mokuba?

He didn't look. He
wasn't allowed, and so he didn't. He waited patiently as he heard
someone moving around him, but no words spoken to give him the
locations of his playmates. Air currents ghosted over his bare back,
arms, and sides as the other moved.

“We were going to play the angel
scenario,” Mokuba finally said; he didn't move, but he noted
that it was Mokuba who was moving around, and so it must be Noa who
was sitting beside him. “But you were late... you don't get
your wings today.” He hid his disappointment; he loved the
angel scenario. Having wings... But, Mokuba was right, he had
disobeyed and been late, so he didn't deserve it. Maybe he could ask
tomorrow...

“It's a pity,” Noa said
from above him, and ran his fingers gently through his hair; he let
his eyes fall halfway shut and just enjoyed it. “I was looking
forward to playing with your wings.”

Noa was always the
demon in the Angel scenario...

“You can punish him while I do
this.”

“I had planned on,” Noa
said from above him. Seto actually doubted that. Noa never touched
him without Mokuba's permission, no matter how controlling or
in-charge he tried to seem. Mokuba ran the show, and Seto liked it
that way. He didn't really trust Noa... a little, but not really. He
trusted him as long as Mokuba was present and Mokuba had given his
permission. Then again, he might trust almost anyone then.

He heard and felt
Noa stand, pushing on his head to give himself leverage to get up. He
watched his feet, clad in white leather shoes, it looked like, go
past his face as he slowly watched around him, and still didn't look
up, waiting. Noa's hand trailed down the back of his head, brushing
over the collar as it traveled down his neck and the beginning of his
back. He didn't move, though he wanted more of that contact his
normal life starved him of...

“Let's see...” Noa said
calmly, thinking, making another circuit of his body, his hand never
losing its tenuous contact. Seto shivered just a little as he felt
his eyes boring into him, considering him, trying to decide what to
do with him... to him...

After a moment,
Noa's hand drew back and he heard him step away. “Come here,”
he heard from his left, and obediently stood without raising his
eyes, walking until he saw Noa's feet and legs – he seemed to
be sitting on the floor, in a pile of those plush pillows he favored
for some reason – and kneeling in front of him.

“No, I said come here,”
Noa said impatiently, and reached out to snake a finger inside his
collar, yanking him forward. He slid forward before he fell, and Noa
pulled him impatiently into his lap, grabbing his hips and settling
him down, with his legs on either side of his own. Seto felt himself
tensing, as he felt the hard bulge beneath him, but he didn't resist;
there was no way he could. Noa held him firmly, and here in Noa's
virtual world what Noa said went; Seto could never possibly be
stronger than him, because it had been designed that way. And Mokuba
had said Noa could punish him, and so...

Noa nipped at his
ear with his teeth; he didn't react. “Come on, my little bitch,
let's make this official...”

“Damnit, Noa!” They both
looked back at Mokuba in surprise, Seto slightly surprised to see
that he was standing by a large bed where he had apparently been
doing something, though now he was standing with his hands on his
hips. “You know you aren't supposed to do that!”

“I know,” Noa said, his
hands running up and down Seto's sides. “But you said I could
punish him, and I chose to do it that way... something that could
actually get to him. I know it makes him uncomfortable.”

Mokuba didn't seem
particularly placated by the explanation. “Seto, here.”
He immediately stood up and walked to Mokuba, the older, maybe
twenty-year-old version of him as he was in here. His brother
immediately wound his hand harshly in his hair and forced him into a
deep kiss that nearly made his knees buckle, then pushed him onto the
bed and faced Noa as he collapsed onto it, and didn't move from where
Mokuba had put him.

“That isn't the point, Noa,”
he said. Seto lay on his side, watching, as Noa simply looked at
Mokuba. “You can do anything to him, except for one thing. You
can hit him, you can beat the shit out of him, you can sodomize him
with whatever you want-” Seto had to close his eyes and try to
control his breathing as Mokuba said those things, failing to
suppress a shiver, “but you cannot fuck him. You both
know those limits, and you have to follow those.”

“I wasn't going to,” Noa
pointed out calmly. Seto wasn't entirely sure of that, but he said
nothing.

“That's still not the
point. The point is that you can't even threaten to go outside
the boundaries, no matter what they are – if I said you weren't
allowed to address him by a certain name or something equally stupid,
you would still have to do it, because if you make him think you're
going to go outside the boundaries then you make him think he can't
trust you, and if he can't trust and he's as helpless as he is then
then he'll start to fear you, and if he starts to fear you then he'll
go back to how he normally is, and if he goes back to normal then we
can't do this anymore! You are not to make him afraid of you!”

Seto smiled,
watching him. Psychology seemed to come to his little brother
naturally; he just instinctively understood people and emotions. He
was proud of him... and he didn't see how he could possibly be afraid
of Noa with Mokuba here. Mokuba he trusted implicitly. Even if this
virtual world was designed so that he himself would be utterly
powerless, Mokuba wasn't, and if anything went too far Mokuba would
put an end to it. If all else failed, Mokuba would call an end to the
game and reset them into their bodies. Everything was carefully
designed to make him feel as helpless and at their mercy as possible,
but he knew nothing would happen so long as Mokuba was here with him.

Of course... if
Mokuba weren't around... he wouldn't have trusted Noa in the
slightest. Noa would probably do just about anything he wanted; the
only thing that kept him in check now was Mokuba's threat of not
coming back in to play with him anymore, ever.

“I've got it,” Noa said
calmly, as though that were all perfectly obvious, waving it off as
he stood. “I won't do it again. Can we play now?”

Mokuba looked over
his shoulder, down at Seto on the bed, and nodded. “Untie his
hands and fasten him up here.” Seto glanced up as Mokuba did
something above the level of his head and realized that he must have
been attaching handcuffs to the bed earlier, since he saw them there
now.

Noa pushed him
fairly roughly onto his stomach as he grabbed his hands, untying them
quickly and pulling him back onto his back to fasten his hand in the
metal cuff, with an ominously light-hearted clicking noise. Mokuba
took his other hand and stretched it out to the other bedpost; he had
to move toward Mokuba for it to reach, and that left his arms
stretched to their ultimate limits, painfully far; he couldn't move
in any direction without his shoulders protesting with sharp spikes
of pain. He did it anyway just to feel it.

Noa slapped his
chest in reprimand, and he went still, looking up at them. Noa, the
aged, mature Noa, was smirking down at him, while Mokuba tightened
the cuff on the hand slightly.

“Get his pants off,” Mokuba
said without looking down at him. Seto glanced up at him quickly, but
Noa didn't so much as answer as he quickly did as he was told. Seto
lifted his hips to help, and then he was lying naked against he cool
bed as Mokuba and Noa each grabbed one of his legs and spread them
apart, cuffing them just as painfully wide-spread to the foot of the
bed as his arms were to the head. Now he was utterly immobile, unable
to move at all in any direction without being in pain.

Mokuba leaned on
the side of the bed, looking down at him; Noa joined him a moment
later. Under their scrutiny, Seto had to close his eyes as the
feelings of vulnerable exposure and helplessness overcame him. They
could do anything they wanted to him and there was nothing he could
do about it... even if he wanted to, which he didn't.

The bed shifted,
and he hissed a little as it made him shift in turn, drawing screams
of pain from his protesting joints. Then Mokuba's voice was directly
above him.

“Open your eyes.”

He had his eyes
opened immediately, looking up into Mokuba's dark gray eyes framed by
unruly black hair. His hands were resting heavily on the bed on
either side of his head, trapping him even further, enclosing him in
a small cave where all that existed was him, and Mokuba...

“You trust me, right?”
Mokuba murmured, as he always did. He nodded at once, because he did,
more than anything else.

Mokuba nodded and
slid back. Seto let his eyes follow him, admiring his muscular chest
and arms, the way the muscles fairly rippled when he moved... Gods
that was hot. Seto wasn't one to swoon, but... for Mokuba, he might.

Noa came into his
field of vision, and his gaze switched to him. Noa hadn't designed
his body as... brawny... as Mokuba had, but no one could doubt the
strength in the wiry and well-defined muscles under his
unnaturally-pale skin. While Mokuba had been asking the customary
phrase to actually start this, Noa had apparently been taking the
opportunity to undress, and now he was naked as he leaned over the
bed, watching him hungrily.

“Me first.”

“Remember what I said,”
Mokuba told him sternly, and slid off the bed completely.

Noa smirked a
little. “Don't worry,” he said without once looking at
Mokuba, and Seto watched him in anticipation. It was Mokuba he
trusted, but he enjoyed it when he let Noa have free reign for a
little while, because Noa's punishments, tortures, and games were
always so much more inventive...

“I have a friend for you,”
he said, and went to the foot of the bed. Seto tried to watch, but
the angle was impossible and painful with his arms as they were.

He couldn't tell
what he was doing, but after a moment there was a blunt pressure
against his entrance and he drew in his breath, relaxing in
expectation. Nothing further happened, though, leaving him sitting at
that edge with something – probably the 'friend' Noa had
mentioned, acting like it was going to be inside him but not quite
doing it...

“If you want something,”
Noa said, “you're going to have to do it yourself, on this.
Don't worry... it won't move away from you... but since our sweet
brother was so kind as to remind me that I can't fuck you, you're
going to have to fuck yourself.”

He took a deep
breath and looked up at the ceiling, trying to quell the excitement
the anticipation had brought up in him. It really was hard, though...
he wanted it inside him now, now that it had been promised, and was
so inviting... but he didn't think Noa meant just yet. There would be
more to this. Noa would want to get something out of it.

That concern was
answered as he felt a sharp blow on his chest – right across
both nipples and down both sides. He never saw anything, but he
assumed Noa must have hit him with something. He closed his eyes,
stifling a groan, his shoulders protesting again as his chest arched
upward into the blow.

“Responsive as always...”
He repeated the blow, sharper now as he arched into it. “You
know you disappointed Mokuba... and me... Answer.”

“Yes, I know... I'm sorry,”
he gasped, pressing downward a little, feeling the pressure of the
blunt object increase. “I didn't mean it...”

Another blow fell,
and he gasped. “But you did it. And bad pets get punished, of
course.” He moaned a little, but not at the feelings; at being
called a pet. That always sent a shock through him...

“Next time you make us wait...
and make me miss out on playing with your wings...” Noa went
on, as though his moan had never happened, “I'll really hurt
you... not this slappy shit...” Another sharp blow landed. He
could feel his chest burning as all the blood rushed toward it and he
moaned again, pressing down despite the pain in all of his joints
until he forced the very tip of whatever toy Noa had provided into
him. Like always, there was no pain, just the sensation that was more
a tease than anything else, and the burning pain from his hips and
shoulders as they were forced out of place.

His eyes opened and
he looked up at the blank white ceiling, relaxing to pull up and ease
the pain in his joints, though that caused the toy to pull out of him
and left him empty and wanting again.

“Do you want something...?”
Noa asked, looking down at him, running one hand deceptively gently
through his hair.

He nodded
breathlessly; he couldn't ask Noa to fuck him because that wasn't
allowed, but they both knew what he wanted.

“Then do it,” Noa said
dismissively, and stepped back. He closed his eyes with a shuddering
breath, feeling not only Noa's but both of their eyes on him... He
turned his head and was able to see with one eye over his arm, and
see Noa with his hand wrapped around himself, giving lazy strokes...
He groaned again and forced himself down again.

The teasing
sensation made him gasp and try to force it further, but even he
couldn't command his body to move in inhuman ways, or willingly
subject himself to the pain of dislocating four joints at once...

Instead he relaxed
again and it slid out of him, making him groan quietly. He looked at
the ceiling for a moment and then shut his eyes, concentrating on the
feelings as his body began to move of its own accord, with a wanting,
horny mind of its own, forcing himself down and relaxing when he
couldn't hold it any longer. The feeling was erotic, exciting, but
gods no matter how fast he went it wasn't enough... Gods, he needed
more...

He could have cried
when it was pushed upward a little, giving him more of what he
needed, and then taken abruptly away. He pressed down even further to
try and find it, feeling his shoulders extended to the edge, nearly
pulling them out. He might have, if he hadn't felt a firm hand placed
below his navel, pressing against his stomach to hold him in place.

He gasped and
arched upward with a cry as someone buried themselves fully inside
him with one thrust, eyes snapping open in alarm, thinking it might
very well be Noa, but Noa shouldn't be doing that...

No, of course not.
It was Mokuba, like it was supposed to be, and when he saw him
looking he gave him a small smile. Seto relaxed and returned it, and
then his eyes were closed again.

Mokuba's large
hands firmly gripped his hips – not like he could move anyway –
and he begin immediately to slam into him, showing him absolutely
nothing like mercy or caring, nothing but pure, unadulterated lust,
the kind he liked best. Gods his shoulders and hips hurt but it just
felt so damned good to have Mokuba in him like this that he tried,
despite the pain and being held, to move into his movements. Gods,
gods, gods, he was so close, but he couldn't, not until Mokuba told
him he could...

“You're so beautiful,”
Mokuba said quietly, breathlessly, leaning over him, and Seto opened
his eyes to look up at him again, panting lightly. Mokuba smiled when
he opened his eyes and leaned down to crush their mouths together in
a heavy kiss, driving deep into him. One hand moved from his hip to
his aching erection, making him moan openly into the kiss and press
upward into his grip, trying to get more...

After a
moment,Mokuba ended the kiss and panted above him, jerking his hips
and hand in time. Seto cried out a little, and Mokuba nodded his
permission to him jerkily and thrust deep again. Seto gave up on his
iron control and bucked toward him as well as he could, hoarsely
crying out Mokuba's name as he went over the edge. He dimly heard
Mokuba groan above him and felt the completeness as Mokuba also
released inside of him. He felt good finally, how he was supposed to
be...

After a moment
spent panting above him, Mokuba sat up and pulled away, making him
groan quietly with loss.

He let his head
fall back against the bed with his eyes closed, feeling his limbs
jostled around and then freed one by one. He lay there as they
relaxed and the sharp pains turned more into an ache, waiting for
orders or the game to end.

“I think Noa wants your services,
pet.”

Seto rolled onto
his side, curled up slightly, and opened his eyes. Sure enough, there
was Noa, sitting there in his pile of pillows, obviously needing
him... He was lazily stroking the erection that jutted from his lap
as he watched them but making no real concerted effort to get himself
off. When he saw Seto looking, he raised one green eyebrow, as though
asking what he was still doing way over there on the bed.

He immediately slid
off the bed and to his knees in front of Noa in one fluid movement,
his hands going instinctively behind him though they weren't bound.
It was strange to be doing anything here with his hands free. With no
further urging or guidance he leaned forward and breathed across the
head of Noa's swollen member. His stepbrother's hand fell away from
himself, mirroring its mate at his side as he waited and watched.

Seto didn't leave
him waiting. He took the head in his mouth and gave a gentle suck as
he swiped his tongue across it. Noa gave a quiet groan and,
encouraged, Seto slowly drew himself down is length, pressing his
tongue against the sensitive vein on the underside the whole while.
He took him in until he felt the blunt head of the organ bumping
against the back of his throat, and swallowed thickly to take him in
past the point where his gag reflex, had he possessed one in this
virtual reality, would have rejected it. He paused there and closed
his eyes, barely breathing, letting Noa experience it for a moment.

Noa's impatient
hand twined tightly in his hair and forced him down further. He
obediently took him in as Noa pressed him down, until his nose was
nestled against the coarse hair at the base of his erection and he
paused there again, letting himself enjoy the feeling of having Noa
buried so thoroughly inside him. He honestly believed he loved this
as much as having Mokuba inside of him...

After a moment he once more applied
suction and began to bob his head up and down along his length,
eliciting another strangled groan and a tightening of his hand in his
hair. Noa pressed him down and bucked upward into his mouth, and Seto
accepted it eagerly. Though his eyes were closed he could picture Noa
perfectly, his pale face slightly flushed, eyes somewhat glazed as he
used him for the pleasure that was all he had a mind for. Seto
shivered and had to suck harder, moving a bit more enthusiastically.

Noa soon took
complete control, and Seto of course let him, still applying his
tongue and sucking, for all that Noa probably cared anymore. He knew
he was close, and prepared himself eagerly as he encouraged him. He
wanted to feel him...

The pain from his
pulled hair barely even registered as Noa gave a choked inarticulate
cry and pressed deeply into him, spilling his hot seed down his
throat. He swallowed, milking Noa for everything the had, then slowly
sat up, making sure he was cleaned off, panting slightly as he was
able to breathe properly again. Noa wordlessly tugged him up beside
him, breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling.

Seto smiled a
little as he curled up at Noa's side with his stepbrother's arm
around him, looking up at Mokuba. With a smile, his little brother
stretched out on the other side of him and toyed with his hair,
watching the ceiling as well. Thoroughly content, he closed his eyes
and relaxed with them.

They were allowed to stay that way for
a few minutes before circumstances interrupted. “Seto-chan,”
Mokuba said as he played with his hair. He opened his eyes and looked
at him without moving, relaxing more by the second as Noa rubbed his
arm. “We have to go back soon.”

“I know...” he sighed. But
he didn't want to. He wanted to stay here with them... He didn't like
the real world, not when this was so much better...

“I'll be out there too,”
Mokuba promised, and that was true enough, though they couldn't do
any of this out there. But Mokuba could still give him what he needed
out there.

Noa patted his arm with an air of
finality. “Stand up,” he said. Seto roused himself and
obeyed, Mokuba standing as he did. His brother wrapped an arm around
him, pulling him close to him, and Seto molded his body to him,
resting his head lightly on his shoulder and looked at Noa.

“We'll see you soon,”
Mokuba promised. “We won't wait so long again.”

“You'd better not,” Noa
told them with an easy smile, and waved his hand a bit imperiously as
Seto nodded his agreement. Once again, everything went black.

“Feeling better?”

Seto sat forward in the pod and gave
his little brother a small smile. “Aa, otouto-dono,” he
said, and ran his fingers once along the collar he still wore.

“You don't have to touch that all
the time you know,” Mokuba told him, standing beside his pod.
Like this, Seto sitting and Mokuba standing, Mokuba seemed taller
than he was. Seto didn't feel the least inclination to move.

“I want to,” he explain.
Mokuba watched him a moment, then nodded with a small smile and
wrapped his arms around his neck in a tight hug. Nothing more... just
a hug. Seto smiled and hugged him back.
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