B1: Immoral Behaviour

Part 11

Mokuba walked out of his bathroom, wrapping and tying the belt of his robe securely around his waist as he strode towards his bed. Stopping at the side of the bed for a moment, the young Kaiba opened the bedside table drawer long enough to pull out a tube of lubricant. He then tossed the tube to lie on the bed, and closed the drawer once more, before heading for the bedroom door. The raven-haired boy had just managed to arrive at the door, his hand hovering over the knob, when a luxurious alto reached his ears from not far behind him. "Are you sure the plan is fool-proof, Mokuba?" Turning ever so slowly, Mokuba took a moment to silently scrutinize every nuance, every facet, of the owner of that voice, the only one besides his brother who could make his breath quicken, and his heart soar.

Jounouchi had just come out of the bathroom himself, clad in nothing more than a mere towel. Steam seemed to rise from every inch of his exposed, slightly golden-tanned skin. Flesh wrapped around smooth muscle, confined in an athletic frame, that would surely leave the mouth watering of anyone who was blessed enough to witness the blond in nearly all his glory.

Mokuba smiled, licking his suddenly dry lips as his eyes traveled down and then back up Jounouchi’s scantly clad body, before coming to rest on twin molten amber orbs staring back at him in barely restrained amusement. Mokuba blushed, coughing lightly in order to help clear the slight embarrassment he felt at being caught in the act. "Of course it will work Jou. I do know my brother after all." Mokuba rubbed the back of his neck, a cheeky smile adorning his cherubic face. "Seto will never see it coming."

Jou smiled deviously in return. "Good. The idea of Seto being at our absolute mercy is... Divine, to say the least." The blond then looked over at the tube of lubricant lying upon the comforter of the bed. Picking it up, Jou idly turned the tube within his palm, gazing at it contemplatively as he spoke to the smaller boy. "You ready to do what you need to in order divert your brother’s attention?"

The younger Kaiba nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, I am."

"Then I suggest you get going." Jou smiled softly, while looking towards his small lover. "Your brother should be done with his own shower soon."

Nodding once more, the pre-teen turned around to open the door. Stepping out into the hall, Mokuba closed the door, turning to tiptoe down the hallway towards Seto’s room. Once there, the boy leaned towards the door, pressing his ear to the wood in order to decipher if there were any noises within the room. Not hearing anything, the younger Kaiba turned the knob and slowly pushed the door open before padding over to Seto’s bed. Crawling up on the near massive structure, he turned to sit, allowing his legs to dangle off the side of the bed, swinging back and forth lightly as he waited for Seto to exit the bathroom; and for his blond lover to enter, when the time was right.


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Seto allowed the harsh spray of the showerhead to beat against his back, as he leaned with his palms flat against the rear wall of the shower. The brunet had already finished washing, now all he wanted was for the hot water to beat across his back and loosen his overly tense muscles. ‘I wouldn’t even be tense, if it weren’t for the damn Yugi-tachi showing up on my doorstep.’ Seto slowly rolled his head from side to side, allowing the water access to loosen his neck and shoulder muscles. ‘Not only did I have to deal with my worst rival lecturing me, of all people... But that broad of his! She just doesn’t know when to shut up! Who the hell does that friendship preaching bimbo think she is anyways, harassing and upsetting my lover!’ Seto took one hand off the wall and pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing with the recognition that a simple shower couldn’t even help him relax right now. Straitening, he turned and shut off the valves; pulling the glass doors aside abruptly he exited the shower and stepped foot on the floor mat. Seto then reached over and snatched his towel from the settee nearby. He didn’t even bother to dry himself off. Instead, Seto just wrapped the towel around his waist, tucking the edges securely as he headed out of the bathroom and into his room.

When Seto entered his bedroom he found his little brother sitting upon his bed, swinging his legs idly back and forth. His raven-black hair spiky and damp, both clear signs that the boy had just had a shower himself. Seto was now more than just a little curious. After all, didn’t Mokuba already take a shower earlier? But the fact that Mokuba was in his room, sitting on his bed, wasn’t all that unusual to the older Kaiba. What was peculiar, though, was the small contemplative, yet devious smile that was adorning Mokuba’s face as he raked his eyes up and down Seto’s body, unconsciously licking his lips to sooth their dryness. Seto cocked an eyebrow, wondering just what was running through his brother’s conniving little mind, that Mokuba was looking at him as if he were a chocolate parfait.

Mokuba was too busy mentally drooling over his brother, and the prospects of acting out his and Jou’s plan, to really take note of how long he had been staring at Seto. From the exact moment that Seto had vacated the bathroom, Mokuba had his eyes trained on him, inspecting every little inch of his older siblings body from head to toe.

Seto’s dark chestnut tresses, still soaked from the shower, were smoothed back against his head; a few stray tendrils rebelling and coming to sway across his forehead as if he had taken his hands and ran them through his hair momentarily, before exiting the bathroom. Small droplets of water traversed, ever so slowly from his locks; hydroplaning over the smooth creamy skin of his shoulders and down his pectorals, through the small patch of hair leading from slightly above his navel and disappearing beneath the cotton, only to be soaked up in the towel around his waist. Oh how Mokuba’s tongue longed to lick those drops up instead, tasting his brother’s skin inch by glorious inch, as those drops had done in such a short period of time.

Concentrating more on Seto, instead of the water drops, Mokuba could define every muscle within Seto’s smooth, lithe body. His prussian orbs landing on a bulge beneath the towel, Mokuba licked his lips, conjuring just what he could do to that protuberance to make it even harder. Halting his avid investigation of his brother’s groin, Mokuba looked up into smoldering but questioning ceruleans, smiling slightly to himself as he rose from the bed, padding over to where Seto was standing only a few feet away.

Kaiba warily observed the raven-haired boy, as Mokuba got up from the bed and closed the distance between them. "Mokuba…" Seto trailed off, his voice soft and hoarse. A soft sable brow arched as his little brother reached out with small dexterous hands and gripped the upper edges of his towel. "What are you concocting in that mind of yours?"

Smiling, Mokuba wrenched the towel from its protective knot around Seto’s waist and dropped it to the floor to pool at his feet. Mokuba then put his hands on Seto’s hips, slowly, sensuously dragging them down the brunet’s thighs, as he knelt in front of him. For a brief moment, he stared up into Seto’s eyes, conveying what he could of his thoughts and feelings, before leaning in to teasingly lick at the underside of his brother’s slightly hardened flesh.

A strangled moan wrenched free from Seto’s throat at his brother’s touch, as well as the sight of Mokuba on his knees before him. His vision quickly clouded over, yet Seto could still manage to make out big, deep, prussian wells, and a small devious smirk that clearly promised him a night of forbidden ecstasy he would never forget. Reaching down, the elder Kaiba buried his hand in his brother’s raven locks, lightly digging the pads of his fingers in Mokuba’s scalp just as the boy swirled his tongue around the swollen head of his cock, causing Seto to squeeze his blue eyes shut and throw his head back in delight. His thighs and body trembled slightly as minute sparks of electricity licked throughout his skin, his blood rushing to his face and groin, hot and flushed with desire.

Meanwhile, Jou walked down the hall, coming to a sudden stop in front of Kaiba’s room long enough to slowly inch open the door with the tips of his fingers. The sight that greeted him caused a smile to creep upon his face. Apparently, Mokuba had done his job of distracting his brother rather well. The blond sucked in his breath, silently appraising his lovers.

The brunet looked like a stark angel, his head thrown back and his mouth open in a silent cry of ecstasy as Mokuba’s mouth descended further upon his hardened flesh; sucking and teasing, bringing one small hand up to wrap around and stroke what his mouth could not.

Jounouchi walked quietly into the room, slowly making his way towards the two males when another movement from his smaller lover caught his eye, causing him to stop in his trek and inhale another sharp breath.

Mokuba’s other hand, the free one still stationed on Seto’s middle thigh, made a languorous path up and in, his thumb lightly pressing and rubbing sensuous circles on the inner portion. That small motion, combined with Mokuba’s continuous sucking and stroking of the brunet’s erection, caused a faint cry to escape Seto’s throat. His head lolling forward, while his back arched like an intricate bow. Seto scarcely opened his eyes, deep sapphire peeking through the lids as he stared down, unseeing, at his brother administering him. Tightening his grip minutely, the brunet unintentionally bucked his hips, lodging his cock deeper within Mokuba’s throat and causing the raven-haired boy to gag slightly at the unexpected assault. Mokuba pulled back for a moment, coughing and giving his brother a quick, withered glare. A giggle passed Seto’s dry lips as he rubbed the back of boy’s head sympathetically, "Mokie… I…" Mokuba wouldn’t allow his brother to finish his apology. Instead, the raven-haired boy immediately returned to his previous activity, intent on torturing Seto even more for making him choke.

Jou chuckled softly over his lovers’ display, as he walked further into the room, making his way towards Seto. Reaching down into the pocket of the robe Mokuba had procured for him before their shower earlier, he retrieved the tube of lubricant that lay dormant within. The blond then opened the cap, squeezing a bit of the substance out onto the index and middle fingers of his right hand, smoothing it out with his thumb until all three fingers were coated; he then snapped the lid shut, tossing the tube back in the pocket for later. Moving and positioning himself a few scarce inches behind the brunet, Jounouchi gripped the slightly taller male’s hip with his left hand, holding him in place while Mokuba continued to suck him off.

Seto jumped, startled over the sudden feel of the hand on his hip. Turning his head to the side, the brunet came face-to-face with a pair of molten-amber orbs, focused on his own clouded blues. "Jou…" Whatever the brunet was about to say perished in a single, short breath when the blond’s hand gently squeezed his hip; then moved to encircle his waist, pulling him back against his lover’s chest, as well as a very hard member. Seto leaned back, the sensation of a soft material caressing his back and legs sending a pleasurable shiver up his spine. Moaning at the welcomed touches, his lips softly brushed against Jou’s in a silent plea for his lover to join in the soirée.

Jounouchi, more than happy to comply to his lover’s wish, applied more pressure to the kiss; lingering for a few moments before breaking away, licking and nipping the brunet’s bottom lip, then the top, leading Seto in an open-mouthed foray. In the meantime, Jou’s free hand gravitated towards Seto’s leg. The only two fingers of his that remained dry traversing ever so slowly up the brunet’s outer thigh, stroking, caressing, softly raking his nails along the sensitized skin of Seto‘s quivering body.

The brunet moaned, unwittingly leaving himself open to his lover, whose wild tongue explored, plundered and conquered the warm terrain of his mouth with a passion so fierce, Seto’s knees almost buckled.

Jou’s fingers continued in their venture, only coming to a stop when they hit a soft, but bumpy roadblock on their path. Gently probing the barrier with his fingertips, he deduced that his beloved Mokuba’s hand was the source. Prodding his lover’s small fingers a little more, Jou was humbled to receive a response. Their fingers entwining, caressing, dancing together in erotic synchronicity… Before letting go and moving on. Jou’s fingers working further up Seto’s upper thigh and then his waist, unintentionally tickling the sensitive area. Mokuba’s hand shifted to cup Seto’s sack, carefully rolling and fondling the mass within his palm, while still managing to suck and stroke his brother’s cock, gradually increasing the pace of his ministrations.

Seto abruptly broke all lip and tongue contact with Jounouchi, throwing his head back to rest against the blond’s shoulder, his mouth opening wide as a cry of utter euphoria tore from his throat.

"You’re rather enjoying this, aren’t you?" Jou taunted, his lips moving in to lick and nip at the side of Seto’s throat. "You enjoy when your brother sucks away at your cock." Jounouchi’s fingers traveled further up, coming to circle first the right, then the left nipple on Seto’s chest, plucking and pinching the tender nubs to full erection.

"Yes!" Seto cried out, confirming the blond’s suspicions.

Mokuba on the other hand chuckled, as his lascivious lover teased his brother, causing Seto to virtually scream his head off. The brunet’s over-sensitized body was nearing the brink of release.

Jou bit down and sucked on the flushed skin beneath his lips, bruising then licking it in apology for his harshness; while his fingers trailed down Seto’s ribs, side and buttocks; the muscles beneath the flesh quivering in anticipation.

Seto’s fingers raked desperately through Mokuba’s silky hair, over his shoulders, his arms, his back… The brunet touched Mokuba in every spot manageable in his current position. There wasn’t an inch remaining on Mokuba’s upper body, with the exception of the front, that was left untouched by his big brother’s lustful, yet loving, caresses. Seto silently prayed for his release.

The blond then pried Seto’s cheeks apart with his finger and thumb, positioning his pointer at the brunet’s entrance. "Then let’s see how much you like it when I do this…" Jou pushed his finger past the ring of muscle, gently thrusting and probing the entrance in preparation for what was to come. The blond didn’t have long to play, however, as he felt every muscle wrapped around his finger and within his lover’s body constrict. A gurgled shout of euphoria was next. Then finally, Seto’s body collapsed within his embrace, leaving Jou to hold the taller teen up in place as Mokuba finished licking and swallowing what Seto had to offer.

Once he was finished cleaning his brother’s prized dragon, Mokuba sat back on his heels, looking up at his two lover‘s while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, adorning them with a cheeky smile. "Well… That went rather well, wouldn’t you say Jounouchi?" Mokuba croaked out, his throat a little raw from all of his work.

"Yes," the blond admitted, a smile of his own crossing his lips as he retracted his finger, Seto‘s body shuddering within his arms at the loss of contact. "Don’t think for a minute that I’m through, however." He stated hoarsely, grinding his impudent erection against his limp lover’s backside. Seto groaned, unconsciously arching back into the touch. The blond kissed the side of his lover’s neck one more time, nudging and guiding him unsteadily towards the bed.

Mokuba didn’t need for them to tell him to follow. Instead, he skipped ahead of his two lovers, hopping up on the bed to lounge against the headboard, arms crossed behind his head as he watched.

Jounouchi lightly shoved the brunet the last few inches towards the bed. "Get on the bed lover," The blond tapped Seto’s bottom with his palm, "Preferably on your hands and knees."

Seto slowly complied to his lover’s demand, albeit humbly. The brunet crept up on the bed, his legs still unstable from the events that took place mere moments ago, and positioned himself in the middle on his hands and knees, his legs spread minutely.

Jou crawled up behind the taller teen, slightly bending over Seto’s lower half while brushing his fingers along the brunet’s inner thighs; his one knee working between and nudging his lover’s, coaxing him to spread his legs a little further.

Seto bowed his head in subjugation, the featherlike caresses on his thighs causing his muscles to tremble more. He really didn’t want to give in to the blond. That wasn’t his nature, to cave and appear weak in front of others. He was a Kaiba after all, strong and resilient. Kaiba Seto would surrender to no one. Yet… In some odd way, that was exactly what he wanted. What he felt. What he needed.

Kaiba Seto felt completely, and utterly, vulnerable. And for once in his life… He didn’t mind it at all.

The brunet wanted to yield to Jounouchi, and give him reign over his body. Every instinctive cord within him screamed submission. Seto couldn’t explain it… He knew that he had to have control over every aspect of his life, and that complete control was the only way he could, and had survived thus far over the years. But subconsciously… He wanted to lose that very control. No one understood the pressure he endured daily, and how he would give anything to be rid of it all, if even just for a little while. And somehow… He knew Jounouchi Katsuya could give him just that. The blond would allow him to sustain his pride as a Kaiba. That Jou would allow him to remain the ever stoic, stolid and irrepressible being that he was on a daily basis while present in public; and at night, behind closed doors, he could forget all that, leaving everything within his Golden God’s hands. Not that Kaiba Seto would admit that to anyone.

Jou, oblivious to his lover’s thoughts and the nature thereof, continued to trail his fingers along the inside of Seto’s thighs a bit longer, before finally stopping the sweet caress. Shifting, he untied the belt of his robe, exposing his sweaty body to the cool air of the room and causing his flesh to goose pimple. Reaching back into the pocket for the lube, he opened the cap, squeezing a generous portion of the gel on his cock before tossing the tube aside. He then wrapped his hand around his sex, stroking and smoothing out the water-based substance.

Seto gasped, as a soft material ghosted across his skin. The same exact fabric from earlier. Looking back towards his lover, the brunet could make out a blue material, recognizing it in an instant as his robe… Which just so happened to be missing from his bathroom when he finished his shower. ‘So that’s where it disappeared to.’ The brunet continued to watch for a moment, breathless and entranced at the image of his lover stroking himself, preparing to possess his body. Seto blushed. Not just his face, but also his whole body, took on a pinkish hue. The brunet was aware of this, and he began to feel even more vulnerable at the hands of his lover.

A gentle touch once again appeared on his thigh, traveling up and grazing his sac before making it’s way to erotically brush and tease his entrance.

His mind now completely clouded with lust, Seto could only think of how ironic things were that he was on his knees in front of the one he always called a Mutt, Dog, Mongrel…

"You know what they say big brother..." Mokuba gave another of his cheeky smiles, a chuckle bubbling in his chest at the sight of Seto on all fours, blushing, at their golden-lover‘s mercy. "Payback's a bitch."

"Then I suppose… This is payback… And that I’m the bitch," Seto rasped out. His lover’s hands were now on his hips, as the blond took up position between his legs.

Jou chuckled, leaning over to rumble a response in his lover's ear. "That all depends..."

"On what?" Seto asked, half curious as to the retort.

"On how much you howl as I fuck you."

Seto groaned, "I just had to ask…"

Mokuba burst out in laughter at the two. He couldn’t help it. Between his brother’s half-hearted sarcasm, and Jou’s blatant responses… It was all too much to contain. The raven-haired boy held his arms crossed over his sides, gasping for breath.

Until a shocked yelp regained his undivided attention.

Mokuba looked back towards his two lovers, all joking and giggling aside. The raven-haired boy was left completely awe-struck. His mouth hung open. The picture of his brother at this very moment forever etched in his mind.

Seto jerked his body forward on instinct, gripping the comforter of the bed tight within his clenched fists, as Jou penetrated his last physical barrier. The brunet grit his teeth, hissing at the pain caused by the initial entry. His lover’s smooth hands tightened their hold on his hips, halting him in place, the thumbs caressing his backside in an attempt to relax him. Seto clamped his jaw shut tighter, trying his damnedest to control the insatiable urge to cry out. Seto could feel every motion, every pulse in both their bodies as Jou’s cock entered him a bit, then slid out, the blond leaving only the tip of his head in before starting the cycle all over again. The whole process was excruciating for Seto. Not in a truly painful way, mind you, but in a mind blowing, euphoric kind of way. A way that he only seemed to feel when he was joined with Katsuya, and yet, much deeper since he was the one on the receiving end. A few more well placed thrusts, and Jounouchi’s cock was buried deep within Seto’s ass, their balls brushing against each other, causing small pleasurable shivers to run up Seto‘s spine.

Jounouchi slumped over, propped up in place only by his right hand and arm. His left hand still stationed on Seto’s hip, Jou forced himself to wait for a moment and allow his lover to adjust and relax. His golden bangs were soaked with perspiration that spiraled down to meet with the equally sweaty, flushed skin of his lover. Jou then leaned down and nudged the brunet’s hair aside with his nose; his warm breath wafting across Seto’s damp skin. The scent of the brunet’s cologne assaulted his senses and drive him absolutely wild with lust.

Mokuba licked his lips. His lovers’ mouth watering display causing his mouth and throat to go dry. At the moment, Jou was trailing the tip of his tongue along the back of Seto’s neck while flexing his hand on his hip, causing his brother’s body to tremble more than it was previously. The raven-haired boy continued to observe as his brother choked back a moan. He would not submit. A Kaiba never surrenders.

Mokuba sniggered. ‘At the rate Jou’s going, he’ll break my brother’s pride yet.’

Seto exhaled a shuttering breath, and shifted. The brunet felt as if he were being split in two. His body became numb and tingly with lustful stimulation, while his soul soared and spread its iridescent wings, much like one of his magnificent Blue-Eyes. Kaiba shook his head slightly, biting his lower lip in an attempt to reign in his emotions long enough to think. There was something missing amongst all his bliss. Something that he was forgetting and it didn’t set right with the sable-haired teen. ’Mokuba…’ The brunet’s eyes went wide for a moment, before tightly squeezing shut. A soft moan escaped his traitorous lips as Jou bit down on the tender flesh of his shoulder.

Little did Seto know, that his blond lover was thinking along the same path.

Jou kissed the brunet’s now bruised flesh in apology, looking sideways through his thick lashes towards their smaller lover. Jounouchi was more than content with it just being him and Seto, however, something was definitely missing. And that something was Mokuba. He wondered how exactly they were going to bring Mokuba into the mix.

The raven-haired boy looked at the two, his eyes wide with feigned innocence, and a soft smile playing along his lips. "Just what would you two do without me." He rolled his eyes and extended his hands dramatically, sniggering at the reaction he got from the both of them. Jounouchi looked at Mokuba, completely lost and confused over his declaration, while Seto turned his head to level a glare on the pre-teen. A mild glare that turned soft, as Mokuba slinked over to the joined pair on his hands and knees.

Katsuya couldn’t help but muse how much Mokuba reminded him of a cat. Smart, devious and agile in his movements. Not only that, but cats were known to be highly erotic and sexual in nature. Very horny creatures indeed.

Seto eyed his brother questionably when Mokuba gripped his wrist and tugged, lifting his hand from the bed. Thankfully, Jou thought ahead of time and compensated for the brunet’s loss by shifting slightly in order to help balance them both.

Meanwhile, Mokuba slid on his back beneath his brother, his prussian orbs fixed on Seto’s deep, but misty ceruleans.

"Mokie…" Seto started, placing his hand back on the bed for leverage.

"No big brother," Mokuba chastised, making work of the knot in the belt of his robe, "My ass is already sore enough from the two of you." The raven-haired boy pouted cutely, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly in response to his brother’s sputtering, and Jou’s chuckle. Finished untying his robe, Mokuba then opened it fully, giving his brother a birds-eye view while his fingers traveled sensuously along his own chest, and stomach. Seto choked back his response. "Besides…" Mokuba continued, placing the hand that mapped his torso on his older sibling’s cheek, smiling reassuringly when he noticed the moisture building in Seto’s normally unexpressive eyes, "This is my and Jounouchi’s way of showing you how much we care for and love you."

Seto tried to swallow around the lump in his throat, the tears in his eyes threatening to spill. His brother’s words… The whole experience, from the start… Just seemed so overwhelming. He could feel Jounouchi lean in and kiss the back of his neck reassuringly, rubbing soothing circles on his hip. His breath caught in his throat, coming back out in a rushed hiccough. "What am I going to do with the two of you?" Seto queried, one lone tear escaping unrepentant, his body now trembling uncontrollably. Mokuba arched his back, leaning up to gently kiss him on the lips, while trailing his finger down his brother’s chest.

"Uh… Take us as we come?" Jou quipped, leaning up long enough to pull himself out of Seto’s body until only his head remained embedded.

Mokuba snorted, "I’m pretty sure you mean ‘Take us as we are’, Jounouchi." Mokuba wiped the tear from his brother’s cheek, kissing him once more before resting back on the bed, his hand continuing its path south.

"Nope. It‘s take us as we come," Jou stated, gritting his teeth as he pushed back into Seto’s tight body. The blond wasn’t joking. He had all he could do to hold himself back from orgasming in Seto’s tight heat.

Mokuba’s eyes widened as Seto cried out, his brother’s body rocking forward with Jou‘s thrust. The raven-haired boy threw his arms instinctively to the side right before Seto’s arms gave out, the brunet’s upper body collapsing onto his own. Seto buried his face in the juncture of Mokuba’s neck and shoulder, his arms wrapping around the smaller boy, pressing their chests together in the embrace. Mokuba could feel his brother’s tears on his shoulder, his heart going out to him as he encircled his one arm around Seto’s upper back; the hand of that arm creating soothing patterns while his other went back to it’s previous activity, trailing the tips of his fingers down Seto’s stomach where a small patch of soft hair led from his navel to his groin. Moving his hand down further, Mokuba bypassed Seto’s erection and gently cupped his sack, massaging it within the palm of his hand.

Jou bit his lower lip. He so did not want to come right now, not when they were just finally getting started. The blond’s chest heaved; his dry breath burned his throat. His body shook with impatience. Every ounce of instinct within his body screamed for release, for Jou to take his lover beneath him until he reached that goal. However, a soft strangled moan, followed by a sniffle, broke his primal thoughts. Katsuya opened his eyes, completely unaware that he closed them in the first place, and gazed down at his smaller lover in confusion.

Mokuba could only give his blond lover a small smile, hoping to comfort him somewhat. Turning his head to the side, the raven-haired boy nuzzled and kissed his brother’s temple, sending Seto silent reassurances as well.

Katsuya, in the meantime, remained completely astonished. Was Seto… crying? Why? The blond didn’t understand. Seto was unmovable, he never cried. Had he unknowingly hurt the brunet? That couldn’t be it. If that were the case, Mokuba would not be smiling at him. So why? Chagrined that he didn’t have the answer, Jou spoke in a soft, yet hoarse voice. "Seto… Are you all right? Did I do something wrong?"

"No… Please… Don’t stop," Seto’s muffled voice replied.

"Seto…" Jou attempted to question.

"Just get on with it already," Kaiba huffed, his impatience stifled by his brother’s shoulder.

Mokuba giggled at his brother while he continued to massage his sack. Seto could be so damn impatient at times; especially when it came to getting something that he wanted. The raven-haired Kaiba removed his arm from around his brother’s back. Moving it so that he could place his hand on the back of Seto’s neck, rubbing and playing with the sweat soaked curls his fingers discovered there. That was one thing that intrigued Mokuba. The fact that his big brother’s hair curled at the ends when wet. In the meantime, Mokuba took the hand that was currently massaging his older sibling’s testicles and trailed his forefinger from the base, to the tip of Seto’s erection. His thumb and middle finger then wrapped around Seto’s head, his forefinger dipping in the slit and smearing the bead of pre-come that seeped from there, and rubbing it over his crown.

Leave it to Seto to be as arrogant in bed, as in the office. The blond shook his head, throwing all his shock and insecurity aside as he kneeled back. At least now he knew nothing was wrong. Firmly gripping Seto’s hips, Katsuya started a torturously slow rhythm; watching in meek fascination as his cock vacated its sheath, only to be consumed once again when he pushed back into his lover’s body. Closing his eyes, he grit his teeth, squeezing the flesh beneath his palms. Seto was tight. So blissfully tight, that Jounouchi worried he wouldn’t hold out much longer.

The young billionaire could no longer contain himself. Seto spread his knees further apart, unintentionally hiking his ass and deepening his lover's thrusts. That simple action coupled with his brother's petite hand wrapping around and jacking him off, caused a galvanizing fever to spread throughout his body. Seto instinctively rocked back, nudging something deep inside his body that made him jerk forward again; the friction from Mokuba's hand only adding to the tail-spin, causing his mouth to open and emit a deeply drawn moan. Liking the result of his actions, and hoping to encourage Jou to speed up the process, the brunet impaled himself on his golden lover once more, throwing his head back as a euphoric scream tore from his throat.

Jou had his own head thrown back. His lover’s first self-impalement had made him breathless. By the second… Well, let’s just say that Jounouchi Katsuya could take a hint. The blond grasped Kaiba’s hips tighter, practically bruising the flesh beneath his fingers as he gradually increased the momentum of his thrusts, intent on making his lover’s silent wish come true.

Mokuba removed his hand from his brother’s neck, and shoved at Seto’s chest, silently ordering him to rise back up on his hands. Once Seto complied, Mokuba took his hand and ran it over his sable-haired lover’s torso; stopping only to tease a nipple now and then as his fingers promenaded over the smooth surface of the skin. The raven-haired boy’s other hand continued to pump his brother’s shaft in time with Jounouchi’s thrusts, helping to drive their beautiful lover absolutely wild.

Seto cried out. He knew it wouldn’t be much longer before everything came crashing to a close. He didn’t want it to. The brunet wanted to be with his two lovers like this forever, no matter how unfeasible it was. However, the all-consuming fire coalescing in the pit of his stomach told him otherwise. He arched his back, his mouth opening in a silent plea. The fire spread. Then he came, his warm seed bleeding all over his brother’s hand and splashing all over his stomach. A few more thrusts, followed by an animalistic growl, and Jounouchi was next. Seto could feel the warmth of his blond lover’s essence filling and marking him, claiming him as no other had before.

The brunet’s arms gave out, causing his upper body to collapse upon his brother. The young billionaire laid there a moment, chest heaving and breath panting, before he buried his head in Mokuba’s neck, kissing and sucking the flesh of his brother, lover, in gratitude. Kaiba felt humbled. Here he was, the world’s richest teenager, in bed with two of the most beautiful people to ever capture his heart. He couldn’t even begin to contemplate how lucky he was. When his golden lover pulled out of his body, Seto unintentionally whimpered. He didn’t want Jou to leave him just yet. The warm hands rubbing his back and hips, however, soothed him, letting him know that the blond wasn’t going anywhere, at least not just yet.

Seto took a few minutes to pull himself together, before attempting to pull himself up. Gazing down at his brother, the young billionaire watched as Mokuba dipped his fingers into the come that had splashed upon his stomach, licking it up from every one of them as if it were a delicacy. Seto moaned at the display. "You… Are out of your mind," he rasped, his voice hoarse and dry.

"Why?" Mokuba asked, a deceptive picture of innocence. "I think you taste rather good."

Hearing Jou snort and feeling him shift behind, Seto glanced over his shoulder. The sight of the blond, as he plopped down on the mattress, rendered the brunet speechless. Katsuya lay on his back, one arm across his stomach, while the other extended to the side. He looked absolutely stunning flushed all over with his hair in disarray. Deep brown eyes peered at him through slits as Jou patted the spot next to him on the mattress, gesturing for Seto to lay down between him and Mokuba. Doing so, the blond immediately pulled Seto in an embrace, leaving him to spoon against his golden lover’s chest while facing his brother.

Mokuba, having cleaned his stomach off, scooted over what little distance lay between him and his brother. "I hope you enjoyed our little welcome home present big brother." His prussian eyes gazed at Seto with love and compassion.

Seto scooped his little brother in his arms. "It was definitely unexpected. And more than I could have hoped for, Mokuba. Thank you." He kissed the boy softly on the lips, another tear escaping his eye unnoticed.

"Well, that’s one thing you can expect while having the two of us as lovers." Jou’s voice was a breathless whisper in Seto’s ear, as the blond had buried his face in his shoulder.

"What’s that?" Seto yawned, and closed his eyes.

"Why, the unexpected of course."

The only response, or noise, that Mokuba or Jou heard after the blond’s statement, was the brunet’s soft snores. Apparently, they had worn him out, and he had fallen asleep. Jou reached behind him, pulling an extra blanket he noticed at the foot of the bed over them, to keep them from getting chilled, before he and Mokie settled in to join their lover. They both chuckled, and looked at each other for a brief moment, wondering just what Seto would do to get back at them when he woke up.

The End

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