Merger | By : NihilEtNemo Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2763 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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TITLE: Merger
AUTHOR: setosgirl
PAIRING(s): Mokuba/Seto, MokubaXOtogi, Otogi/Seto,
OtogiXMokuba/Seto
RATING: Chapter & Story: Adult; p0rn for all!
WARNINGS: Incest, yaoi, threesome… all the good stuff. Well,
not all the good stuff…
WORDS: 1 208
SUMMARY: Mokuba makes an effort to combine his public and
private love lives and help his brother at the same time, while trying to keep
two boyfriends under one roof… A recipe for disaster? Perhaps.
NOTE: I divided up the fourth chapter, with which I was
having many problems (*cough lemons are hard to write cough*) and finally
managed to finish it. I may, or may not, have conquered my writers’ block…
Mokuba looked down at Seto,
running his fingers through his hair. “I do love you, you know…” he murmured.
“I know,” Seto answered, looking
back up at him with his eyes clear and unguarded as they never were with anyone
else. “I love you too…” His head leaned unconsciously into the petting, making
Mokuba smile. He was so adorable when he let himself be…
Mokuba leaned down to kiss him,
taking it slowly like Seto liked. The elder brunet showed his appreciation with
a quiet noise that wasn’t really a moan and wrapping his arms around his
brother’s bare back, pressing their similarly unclothed chests closer together.
One of Mokuba’s hands found his side and was stroking it lightly, loving the
shivers the act sent through his uncommonly sensitive brother. He supposed such
sensitivity was what he got for avoiding touch at all costs… or maybe the
reason why he did so.
He released Seto’s lips and let
his own travel over his jaw, kissing his way down to his neck, where he lightly
nipped and sucked at the skin until he had given him a dark mark there. ‘MY
Seto’, it said very clearly, and Seto didn’t ever seem to mind.
Seto made another quiet sound
that sent a thrill straight down Mokuba’s spine, and he dragged his teeth
lightly along Seto’s collarbone, his hands sliding down his sides. They met no resistance
and lightly rested on his older brother’s hips, his thumbs lightly stroking the
smooth, soft skin.
Seto made a little sound as he
let his thumbs trace circles on his stomach, inching closer to his groin, and
went back to kissing that pale neck, one of Seto’s weakest points. Lightly,
caressing the skin, he slid his hands slowly up his sides, sliding them
infinitesimally back as he drew them back down. Seto didn’t seem to notice; in
another two similar strokes, still holding Seto’s interest with the attention
paid to his throat, he could cup his brother’s perfectly-formed buttocks
without the slightest amount of guilt or feeling of ‘rushing’ things.
Then he released his throat and
pulled Seto down sharply, grinning at the vague and confused expression on his
face. “Insatiable,” Seto said as soon as he assessed the situation. “A real
brute.” Nevertheless, he answered Mokuba’s grin by wrapping his long legs
around his waist and grinding – quite purposely, Mokuba was sure – against him.
“Yeah…” Mokuba said, nuzzling his
neck again. “I know you hate it.” One hand blindly – and unerringly – fetching
the lube from the nightstand, he managed to peel himself away from his
brother’s body long enough to slide two slick fingers inside of him, gently
massaging at his inside to relax him, accustom him to the not-unfamiliar
intrusion.
Seto made an impatient noise,
accompanied by a bit of squirming; he considered playing with him a little
longer, but honestly, he wasn’t doing so well in the waiting department either.
He wasted no more time in finishing his preparations and beginning to press
into him.
The brunet hissed in discomfort,
and he immediately froze, watching his brother’s face with apprehension. He
stroked Seto’s cheek to coax his eyes open once more.
“Seto…?”
“A little sore from last night,
is all.” He shifted slightly, until he apparently made himself comfortable
again, and turned his head to kiss the palm near his cheek. “It’s all right. Go
on.”
“You’re sure…?” He didn’t want to
take the chance of hurting Seto, and was mortified that he already seemed to
have done so. He really should have thought about this beforehand…
Seto glared up at him sternly.
“You can’t go this far and decide you were teasing, Mokuba… Move, already.” He
shifted again in impatience that Mokuba knew was probably at least partially
feigned for his benefit, but was no less convincing for it.
He smiled down at him and
carefully pushed the rest of the way in, probably much slower than Seto really
needed, but not wanting to take any chances. The torturously slow pace, too,
despite the strain it put on him, did have an upside – that being the strangled
groan he managed to pull from Seto’s throat. He really was impatient now; hell,
he was well-nigh begging, except, of course, that Seto wouldn’t ever willingly
beg, for anything.
“Mokuba…” Seto gasped, holding
onto one should and one side in equally vise-like grips. “Kami… I…”
He trailed off, but Mokuba could
finish that sentence any number of ways; need it? Want it? Love you? Demand
that you hurry the fuck up? None were out of the realm of possibility, but he
chose the one he preferred and leaned down to kiss his flushed lips to tell him
that he loved him too.
Seto was resting his forehead on
Mokuba’s shoulder and pleading mutely; Mokuba took the opportunity to kiss his
cheek lightly, then just as torturously drew back out of him and paused there
for a moment. Seto made a noise of impatience again, his face still hidden in
his shoulder.
Taking pity on him once more,
Mokuba didn’t pause again as he pressed back into him, at a pace much less
torturous to both of them. Seto groaned a little and his head fell back to the
bed, relief playing over his face.
Encouraged by the little, unclassifiable
noises Seto was making, though none of them were intelligible words, Mokuba
continued at a pace that started still fairly slow but steadily increased. Seto
writhed and met his movements, his blue eyes unfocused and his breath heavy,
their pants mixing together and occasionally punctuated by a low grunt or a
whimpering moan, depending upon who it was that broke the silence.
He felt they could have continued
this way for hours, just being together like this and slowly losing themselves
in each other. Of course they couldn’t, though, and he felt himself getting
closer to the end of his endurance; he supported himself on one arm and used
the other hand to grip Seto’s firm erection, pumping it in time with his
thrusts, managing a little smirky smile when Seto cried out in shock and
pleasure.
Panting heavily, he worked to
bring Seto to his release before his own will gave out. Seto didn’t seem far
away from it anyway, and he panted vague encouragements that soon enough gave
out as well; finally, he gripped the sheet tightly as he arched off the bed
with a sharp cry, his release erupting into his brother’s hand. Mokuba groaned
deeply as Seto’s body clenched firmly around him and hit his own release,
emptying himself into his brother with a few final, erratic thrusts.
For a few minutes afterward, they
just lay there together, recovering. Mokuba became aware that he was once more
running his fingers through Seto’s hair, and wearily kissed his neck, feeling
Seto stir. He gathered his remaining energy and turned them over on their sides
so that he was no longer crushing his brother. Seto’s eyes finally came open.
“I love you Moki…” he murmured,
as Mokuba toyed with his hair; Mokuba smiled and kissed him lightly.
Otogi tore himself away from the
partially-open door and retreated back to the room he’d been sharing with
Mokuba, in which he now stayed alone.
TBC
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