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Azizi	By : NihilEtNemo Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2064 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-1
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 1
- 2
Players:
Seto, Seth, doctor: SG
Mokuba, Azizi: Kikyana
Finished at: 2.15
am, December 18,
2005
Pairing: Mokuba/Seto
mostly, some Seth/AE Mokuba (Azizi)

Mokuba woke with a start in the middle of the night. His
chest heaved up and down and he shifted slightly. 'Oh my god. Oh my god!! What
was that about!!" he thought to himself. He pulled the covers away to reveal
a very...'sticky situation' 'OH MY GOD! What the hell happened!?' This was the
boy's first wet dream, of course it was shocking. He removed his soiled pants
and underwear quickly, before pulling on new underwear and running out of his
room, "Niisama!!!" he called out, "Something bad
happened!!" �Why did I dream that!?'

Seto was still typing at his laptop, the soft clacking of
keys the only sound in the bedroom. As always, though, he had one ear open for
any sound from Mokuba, a bad dream he would comfort or restlessness he would
abate. He stopped typing and looked toward the door. "Yes, Mokuba?"
he called calmly, soothing, letting his brother know where he was.
"Something wrong?"

Mokuba hurried into Seto's room, "Oh my god niisama! I
think something is wrong with me!!" He said, sounding like a nervous
wreck, "I need to go to the hospital!" He was certainly over reacting
now...

Seto stood up, instantly anxious, but he kept himself calm.
"What is it, Mokuba?" he asked, his eyes belaying his worry.

Mokuba looked up at him, "I had a really, and I mean
REALLY weird dream, and when i woke up, My pants were all sticky! I think
something bad happened to me!!!"

Seto paused. Then the urges to laugh and blush battled for
his mind, and he ended up just smiling slightly and sitting on the end of his
bed, patting it for Mokuba to sit beside him. "Nothing's wrong with
you."

"Huh!?" Mokuba moved over to the bed, and sat
beside his brother, looking at him like he was crazy, 'What do you mean
nothing's wrong!? That isn't normal!"

"It's perfectly normal, once you reach a... certain
age," Seto assured him, noting Mokuba's closeness. "The strange
dreams will continue, and the... other thing too." It wasn't hard to tell
that he was embarrassed about this... He always knew he'd have to have this
conversation with him, but somehow he'd hoped it wouldn't happen.

Mokuba frowned slightly, "But it was a really really
bad dream! I...liked it...But I shouldn't have dreamed about that! It was
bad!" How could he tell Seto that he had been the person in his dream?

Seto sighed a little, still horribly embarrassed but all the
same amused. "It's completely normal to dream about that, as I said. And
your body's reaction was completely normal." He took a deep breath; he
didn't want to ask this, but it might help Mokuba... "Do you want to tell
me about it? I'll understand if you don't."

Mokuba shook his head rapidly, "No! You're wrong...This
dream was really really bad...there's no way what happened in my dream was
normal " He insisted, not looking straight at Seto; it was hard to look at
him the same way now.

"Mokuba, what precisely happened in your dream?"
Seto asked patiently, glad the room was dim and hiding his blush, the only
light coming from his computer. He needed Mokuba to see that it *was* normal,
and not ot hate it - terribly repressed, messed-up people happened that way.

Mokuba bit his bottom lip slightly, as he thought about
whether or not to tell Seto. He was quiet for a good amount of time before
finally sighing, "If I tell you, do you promise to not hate me?" he
asked.

"Of course," Seto agreed automatically. "I
could never hate you for anything, especially something as stupid as this. Now,
tell me what happened. And I assure you, whatever it was, it was entirely
normal."

"Alright..." Mokuba took in a deep breath, before
speaking, "I-in my dream..." he started nervously, "Well...it
uhm...It was about....y-you..." he muttered, staring at the floor.

Seto blinked a few times in rapid succession. Maybe it wasn't
so normal. "O-okay..." he said non-judgmentally. "What about
me?"

Mokuba shook his head, and covered his face with both hands.
He was crying now, partially from embarrassment, but mostly from the fear that
Seto hated him now.

Seto patiently removed Mokuba's hands from his face.
"Hey, no crying. Just tell me what happened. You'll probably never have
another dream about me again. It's just a phase."

Mokuba looked up at him for a few seconds, before looking
back down to the floor, "Y-you were� were on t-the bed...and y-your arms
were t-tied..." he muttered, before breaking into another fit of sobs.

Seto couldn't help the thought that flitted through his head
that Mokuba was pretty kinky for a twelve year old. "Go on," he said.
After all, it was the kid�s first wet dream. Couldn't be too graphic, could it?

It took him a few moments to control his sobs enough to be
able to talk, and he nodded slightly. "...I c-crawled over you� and
k-kissed you...and y-you t-told me you w-wanted me..." He shifted uncomfortably,
"and so I t-took you l-like you w-wanted.."

Seto nodded, swallowing thickly. Maybe it could be graphic.
"Was that all?" he asked, keeping his voice level.

Mokuba nodded his head, "F-for the most part..."
He said, and shifted again "C-can I go back to my room now...?" he
asked, his voice quiet and timid.

Seto sighed and released Mokuba. "If you want to.
There's still nothing wrong with what you dreamed, though," he said.
"And I don't think you're gross or sick or hate you in any way - okay?"

Mokuba nodded slightly, "I still think I'm disgusting
though..." he muttered as he walked over to the door, head hung low in
shame. The boy didn't quite believe Seto when he said he didn't think Mokuba
was gross or sick...

Seto changed his mind and swiftly grabbed Mokuba around the
waist, pulling him back and sitting with him on his lap. "You can't leave
unit you believe me," he said.

Mokuba made a small surprised noise when he was grabbed, and
he looked up at Seto, blushing slightly, "Niisama! Please let me go back
to my room..."

Seto shook his head. "Not until you actually believe
me. Maybe then."

Mokuba frowned slightly, �Fine...then I believe you."
he lied, "Now can I go back to my room, please?�

"I said until you *actually* believe me," Seto
said, still holding him tightly. Seto was usually a pushover whenever it came
to Mokuba, but he was proving he could be an authority figure - he wasn't
giving in on this. "I mean it. Would I be sitting here and holding you
like this if I thought you were sick? I�d have just let you go."

Mokuba thought about it, well� that was true. He sighed
slightly and nodded, �I'm sorry Niisama..." He muttered, "I promise
it won't happen again..."

"Which?" Seto asked. "The dreaming or the not
believing me? You can feel free to dream whatever pops into your head - a lot
of the time they don't even make sense or mean anything. It's probably just
because I'm to person you happen to like best. Next time you see a cute girl,
it'll turn into her." He carefully said nothing about the bondage - he
didn't even want to get into that issue just now. "But you should always
believe me."

Mokuba sighed once more and nodded again, "Okay...If
you say so, niisama..." He wanted to ask Seto if he had ever dreamed about
him, but he decided it'd be best not to. The younger Kaiba yawned slightly and
rubbed his eyes, "I'm getting tired...can I please go to bed now?" he
asked.

Seto nodded and released Mokuba, already missing the warmth
of him being there. He wondered if it was normal for people to dream about
their own brothers... he had never dreamed about Mokuba, but... after hearing
that Mokuba had dreamed about him, he had a premonition as to what his sleep
was going to be like the next time he got it.

"Good night..." He said sleepily as he made his
way towards the door again. Mokuba walked down the hall towards his room, and
opened the door. He stepped into his room and walked over to the bed, before
crawling into it and falling asleep almost instantly.

Seto sighed and went back to his computer. He didn't stay
there long, though; he couldn't concentrate. With another sigh, he shut it off
and stripped down to his boxers as he always did before crawling into bed.

Later that night, Mokuba tossed and turned in bed. In his
sleep, he clawed at the sheets, before waking up with a jolt. After that dream,
he expected there to be another sticky mess underneath of his sheet, but
instead he was greeted with a terrible ache between his legs. He bit his bottom
lip as he crawled out of bed, and walked out of his room. Mokuba managed to
make it to Seto's room, trying to ignore the throbbing organ in between his
legs. He opened the door, and peeked in, and saw Seto lying in bed. Mokuba bit
his bottom lip again as he walked over to Seto's bed, and he stared at his
brother

Seto looked so...so perfect while he slept, and Mokuba
blushed at his own thoughts. "Niisama..." He whispered, before
whining slightly. The feeling in between his legs was beginning to become too
much to bear, and he knew what he had to do. He'd just do what happened in his
dream. So, he crawled up into Seto's bed, and sat on the elder Kaiba's stomach,
before fumbling with Seto's boxers, trying to push them down.

Seto was a surprisingly heavy sleeper, and only shifted at
the slight weight upon him. He recognized the smell and wasn�t alarmed, though.
"'Kuba?" he asked, mostly still out of it.

Mokuba looked down at Seto, and whined pathetically,
"Onegai Niisama...it hurts..." he bit his lip again, before
continuing the process of pushing Seto's boxers down. As he did so, he began to
gently rock against his brother, rubbing his arousal against Seto's stomach.
"Nnn..."

Seto blinked a few times, coming awake. "Mokuba?"
he said in slight shock as he did. "What are you...?"

Mokuba turned, leaned down, and kissed Seto hungrily, taking
advantage of the fact Seto's mouth had been open from speaking, and plunged his
tongue in. He gripped Seto's shoulders and continued to rock as he kissed him.

Seto tried to gasp and only managed to pull Mokuba's tongue
more fully into his mouth. The irrational thought crossed his mind that he
should be tied to the bed for this, but it just disappeared again without ever
being acknowledged. He was too shocked at first to do anything but assume his
normal pushover role and give Mokuba was he obviously wanted.

Mokuba pulled back away from the kiss, his breathing heavy.
He stared down at Seto, "Please...will you let me, niisama?" he
asked.

Seto stared back up at him, shocked and dumbfounded... at
least Mokuba wasn't disgusted by himself anymore... Maybe, if it would help him
get over whatever revulsion he felt... "You actually know how?" he
asked.

Mokuba blinked, "I learned from my dream.." he
said, as he continued to stare at his brother through the darkness,
"Please...just this once.."

Seto took a deep breath and nodded almost hesitantly.
"All right," he said, barely audibly, not letting himself think about
what he was agreeing to.

"Thank you..." He whispered, before kissing Seto
again. He used his foot to push Seto's boxers off all the way, and he began to
push his own down with his hands.

Seto closed his eyes and let Mokuba take complete control.
Better for him to do what he wanted and maybe get it all out of his system.

Mokuba threw his boxers onto the floor, and pulled back from
Seto's lips. He moved so he was in between his brother's legs, and he grabbed
Seto's hips. He held them tightly, and once he'd managed to find it, thrust
quickly into Seto, not realizing that in reality, preparation and lubrication
were needed. "Ah!" The hands on Seto's hips gripped even tighter as
he moaned loudly.

Seto actually cried out a little in pain, gripping his bed
tightly. The fact was that he wasn't gay, and knew probably less about this
than Mokuba did, and that had hurt like hell. He resisted the urge to try and
et away from Mokuba, though, knowing he hadn't meant to hurt him.

Mokuba looked down at Seto, and smiled slightly, "It
feels so good� niisama.." he whispered breathlessly before beginning to
thrust in and out without caring much for how fast he was going or how gently
he did it. In his dream, it hadn't been a problem.

Seto ground his teeth but forced his eyes open. He wasn't
sure if it was just Mokuba's inexperience or if that was how it always was, but
he hated it. He took a shaky breath and spoke, trying not to groan in pain.
"Mokuba, please," he said quietly, his voice carefully controlled.
"You're hurting me... I need some time..."

Mokuba stilled inside of Seto when he heard those words, and
he stared down at Seto, worriedly, "I'm so sorry niisama� I didn't
know...It didn't hurt you in the dream� you liked it a lot...I want you to like
it too!" He said, swallowing hard. The feeling of Seto's tightness still
around his painfully hard arousal was driving him crazy with need.

Seto closed his eyes and nodded, breathing deeply.
"It's okay," he said between breaths, feeling the pain fade slowly.
"Remember that it's a dream.... not very realistic... and you seem to have
dreamed me considerably more masochistic than I am...." He didn't say that
he wasn't sure if it was possible for him to like it; let Mokuba enjoy it, at
least. "Okay..." he said finally, getting more accustomed to the pain
and strange feeling. "You can move..."

Mokuba wasn't exactly sure what Seto had meant; he'd have to
ask his brother what masochistic meant later. But as soon as Seto had said he
could move, he did. He started out a bit slower this time, but it wasn't long
before he was back up to the pace he had been at.

It still hurt; damn it. He'd been hoping it would feel
better after a bit. He tried to relax, knowing that would help him through it,
and concentrated on breathing.

Mokuba continued to push in and out of Seto. He shifted
slightly, and thrust deep inside of him, unknowingly hitting a certain spot
that was sure to make Seto feel a bit more pleasure. He continued to thrust
against this spot, his hands gripping Seto's hips even tighter.

The sudden pleasure that spiked through Seto was enough to
make him gasp in shock, unconsciously relaxing to Mokuba's ministrations and
spreading his legs a bit wider - good thing he was limber from his kung fu - to
give him better access. "That feels good..." he murmured, forgetting
the pain.

Mokuba smiled brightly when he heard his brother say this
"I'm glad!!" he said in a rush, before a few pleasured noises escaped
him. He could feel something building up in the pit of his stomach and it drove
him to thrust even harder into his brother's body, still pounding against that
spot.

Seto moaned a little, shocked that he had made the noise. It
was strange and incredible, but he could actually feel his own climax building.
"Mokuba..." he muttered, his body responding automatically and trying
to get more of the pleasure and draw Mokuba deeper.

Mokuba made a slight whimpering noise as he felt it coming
on so close. With one hard last thrust and a cry of his brother's name, Mokuba
came - hard - Releasing his seed inside of his brother.

Seto stifled another noise of pain as Mokuba's salty seed
came into direct contact with his injured insides, mixing with the blood he
hadn't told Mokuba he had drawn, but the feeling, aside from the pain, was so
singular that he finished as well, though some of that might have been force of
will to make sure Mokuba wasn't alone.

Mokuba's breathing was shaky as he released Seto's hips, and
he practically collapsed on top of his brother after pulling out of him,
"Th-thank you...so good..." he managed to get out.

Seto shifted a little in discomfort, wondering if he was
going to have bruises on his hips, and if he was going to be able to walk
tomorrow. He nodded to Mokuba, focusing on breathing again.

Mokuba yawned slightly, and remained laying on top of his
brother. He snuggled against Seto's chest a little, "Niisama...can I sleep
with you?" he asked, not wanting to be apart from his brother now. Mokuba
had just lost his virginity to Seto, and whether Seto liked it or not, Mokuba
was going to be emotionally attached to him on a whole new level.

"Sure," Seto said. He vaguely hoped that the mess
in the bed wouldn't be too obvious abut what they'd done to the maid... He
wondered if it hurt for girls like that. Of all the people... He knew he spent
too much time working, but he'd never thought that would mean he would
eventually lose his virginity to Mokuba... "Do you mind if I take a quick
shower?"

Mokuba clung to him slightly, "I don't want to be
alone..." he muttered. A whole new bunch of emotions were filling him at
the same time, and he was becoming confused, but he was certain of one thing;
he wanted his niisama there with him.

"All right," Seto said, and didn't move. He'd just
have to clean up in the morning. He grabbed a sheet and yanked it up over them,
though. Just in case someone came in.

Mokuba calmed down slightly, and snuggled against Seto once
again, his eyes slipping closed. His mind was working through so many things,
that he was finding it difficult to think properly. After a few more moments, he
lightly kissed Seto's chest, and whispered an "I love you, Niisama."
before nodding off slightly.

Seto didn't answer, opening his eyes to stare at the
ceiling. He wondered what this would mean... If it would mean anything. The
idea that nothing would change between them was foolish, however. He knew they
would. He didn't really want to think about it... He closed his eyes again and
tried to coerce himself into falling asleep.
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