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Dragonblade: Part two …enh heh …I am so unbelievably sorry that this has taken me fucking FOREVER to update! Honestly I am! I never meant to put this on the back burner, so to speak, but somehow ‘Kiss me Deadly’ and ‘Sick and Tired’ became top priority ...plus, even though I have this entire damn thing planned out …I got writers block! There was one part that I never intended to write …but I wrote it anyway …*cough-bribery-cough* I thought some of you would be pleased with a bit of a lime …this is also in hopes that you won’t kill me for the last chapter …*nervous laughter*

Kurai: This sucks ass trying to write while you’re sick …my mind keeps going blank *cries* I don't know when I'll be able to update next but I will TRY extremely hard to make it soon!! But my mom has a shit load of work lined up for me to do once I get over this god-awful flu.

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Chapter 2


~So loving and considerate,
too scared of what I’ll be.
One look into the mirror,
The whore is all I see~


Mokuba stormed out of his room when the noises coming from his brothers’ bedroom rose to unbearable levels.

Kaiba brought home a screamer.

Joy.

The raven-haired boy threw his pillow at Seto’s door as he made his way by, rattling it on the hinges.

“Mokuba!” Seto bellowed.

The smaller Kaiba ‘eeped’ and darted down the staircase; his blanket billowing out behind him like a knight’s cape.

The last time he had thrown something at his older brothers’ door he had been chased through the house by a fuming brunette.

Mokuba crept into the small sitting room located off of the main hallway; directly across from the staircase he recently flew down.
He wrapped his blanket tighter around himself as he curled up on the carpeted floor and fished out his game console.

He preferred playing games in the small room when he was by himself; which was usually the case on ‘certain’ nights.

He turned the television on, as well as the console and then increased the volume of the medium sized TV until all other sounds were drowned out.


He paused the game shortly after to see if his brother and the bimbo he brought home were still going at it.

…Silence …

Either they were resting up for the next round, or Seto was telling her to leave.

SLAM!

“I can’t believe you! You asshole! Ugh …you’re such a …a …WHORE!”

Mokuba giggled; she was one to talk!

He poked his head out of the small sitting room when the woman came storming down. She was trying to adjust her shirt; which barely covered her large, obviously fake, breasts; her long bleach-blonde hair getting in the way.

When she noticed Mokuba she stuck her nose in the air and said, “your brother’s an asshole!”

“Perhaps,” Mokuba shrugged, “but only to people like you.”

“Like me?”

“People like you; people that are far too willing to get into his bed because he is rich. He has no respect for cheap-fucks like you.”

The woman gasped in shock, “how dare you! You’re a little asshole just like him!”

Mokuba smiled sweetly, “I know.”

The woman growled in frustration and stormed out.

Mokuba watched after the broad, wondering what his brother saw in the people he brought home.

In his women, Seto seemed to prefer the large breasted, low IQ types.
Whereas in his men, he seemed to prefer the more athletic types, he also seemed to have a thing for redheads.

Mokuba was shocked out of his musings when he heard his brother bellow his name.

The smaller Kaiba only managed to squeak out a reply, “hai nii-san?”

“What the hell is your problem!?” Kaiba barked.

“What?”

“Throwing shit at my door, insulting my guests!”

“You mean your fuck-buddies,” Mokuba corrected bitterly, turning back to his game.

“I beg your pardon!”

“You heard me!” Mokuba spun around and shouted.

“Don’t raise your voice at me Mokuba!” Seto threatened.

“I’ll do as I damn well please!”

Seto wasn’t exactly sure how to deal with this new side to his younger brother. Mokuba had NEVER talked back to him, nor had the smaller ever sworn.

“Listen here Kaiba! I am sick of you bringing home random people, don’t you ever think of your health? Who knows what these people could have!?”

“What I do is none of your concern.”

“You mean WHO you do,” Mokuba once again corrected.

“Mokuba …” Kaiba said in warning.

“What Kaiba? You may not think, or care for that matter, but I do! I love you and I hate seeing you on this path to destruction!”

Seto sighed and sat down heavily on the stairs, “Mokuba, you could never understand.”

Mokuba became infuriated, “What the hell? Do you think you are the only one around here with problems? Gods Seto! Stop being so fucking stupid! I understand a hell of a lot more than you give me credit for! I probably understand better than you do!”

Seto’s head shot up, “and just what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I know what Gozaburo did to you, night after night when he thought I was asleep. Do you know what it’s like having to stand by and watch while the person you love with all your heart gets hurt, and there isn’t a god damned thing you can do about it?” Mokuba threw his arms out with the last word, seeming to emphasize his point.

Seto’s head fell back into his hand, “why didn’t you tell me?” He asked quietly.

“You’re whole ‘let’s not talk about anything’ kind of rubbed off on me!” Mokuba snorted.

“But you should have said SOMETHING, I never knew you felt that way.”

“Felt? You mean feel! Every night I watch you bring someone home, trying to regain what Gozaburo took from you. Instead …I see a little bit of that Seto I knew and loved die away. Do you fucking know what that’s like!?” Mokuba screamed the last part, “but oh no, we don’t talk about that kind of stuff in this family …it’s better to just dwell and get past it, isn’t it Seto?”

“Damn it Mokuba!” Seto buried his face back into his hands in frustration.

Tears streaked down Mokuba’s flushed cheeks, “you know Seto, I used to want to be you, but when you changed I started to despise you. Despise what you had become …a slut, no better then the whores he brought home and claimed to hate,” Mokuba’s words wavered and his voice cracked, “but I still loved you, love you. Why do you need them when you have me?”

The elder Kaiba lifted his head, his face twisted with confusion and questioning, “Mokuba?”

The younger swore softly and then pushed away all second thoughts and blurted out, “I love you in a way that a sibling shouldn’t and I want to be with you!”

Seto’s ocean-blue eyes widened in shock.

Second thoughts came rushing back and Mokuba clamped his hands over his mouth.

What was done, was done, and there was no way to take it back.

He quickly looked from the stairs; which were currently occupied by his older brother, to the living room; which he knew led to the back stairs that the servants used. He was terribly afraid of those stairs but he knew they were his only escape.

Seto noticed the large onyx eyes darting back and forth and he immediately realized that Mokuba was looking for a way out. He rose from his seated position just as the small raven-haired male took off. Luckily for the elder, he had longer legs so he was able to catch Mokuba as soon as he entered the living room.

When he grabbed Mokuba’s arm the smaller spun, attempting to yank himself free, but only managed to send them both tumbling to the ground.

Mokuba’s small body was trapped beneath his brothers much larger frame. He could feel the muscles throughout his brothers’ body tense in an attempt to not crush him. Seto’s body heat and personal scent overwhelmed Mokuba, making him fight to get away.

“Get off me Seto!”

“We need to talk!”

“There’s nothing to talk about, now GET OFF ME!” Mokuba pushed at his brothers shoulders.

“Just what did you mean when you said you wanted to be with me?”

“Jesus Seto! For being the smartest man in Domino you sure have your fair share of thick moments! What the hell do you think I …” Mokuba was cut off by his brothers’ mouth closing over his own.

Because Mokuba was caught mid-sentence, Seto was able to gain entrance.

The smaller squeaked when he felt his brothers’ tongue pass his lips and he gripped the broad shoulders above him.

Seto’s mind was in a haze, a simple sentence continuously invading his thoughts; “I want to be with you.”

The smaller body beneath him began to squirm, but was no longer trying to get away.

Seto held himself above his brothers’ small body with one hand while his other trailed down Mokuba’s side.

Mokuba felt the body above him shift and then there was a soft pressure traveling down to his hips.
He realized that it was his brothers’ hand when warm fingers brushed under the hem of his shirt.

Mokuba wriggled and moaned softly when Seto’s hand molded to his flat stomach, pushing up his shirt.
Seto’s mouth broke away from his little brothers’, leaving the smaller gasping for air. He trailed down the soft rounded jawbone to the pale neck, leaving a bite mark just below the ear.

Mokuba squeaked when he felt Seto’s teeth; no one had ever marked him before.

Seto’s large hand continued upward, pushing Mokuba’s gray shirt along with it.

Once the shirt was up high enough the elder dipped his head down and slowly trailed his tongue down Mokuba’s breastbone.

Mokuba squealed once again and bucked his hips, feeling his brothers’ larger erection pressing into his leg.

Seto trailed his hand back down the center of Mokuba’s abdomen, feeling the baby soft down move with his fingers. He ran his index around Mokuba’s bellybutton, making the smaller beneath him giggle and moan. He continued lower, running his finger along the powder of almost invisible naval hair. His fingers hitched in the waistband of Mokuba’s boxers, the smaller letting out a surprised gasp. Seto chuckled lightly against Mokuba’s chest before trailing soft butterfly kisses over to one small nipple. He traced his tongue around it, loving the soft moans his actions created.

While Mokuba’s mind was locked on the sensations coming from his chest, Seto slipped his hand into the boxers and rested his hand on the raven-haired males’ soft thigh.

Mokuba moaned loudly and spread his legs; gravity pulling Seto down to rest between them.

A low entertained moan emanated from Seto’s throat as he felt two strong, yet small legs frame his hips. He trailed his fingers up and down the inside of Mokuba’s thighs as he started to slowly grind against him.

Mokuba threw his head back and gasped, his black hair spilling out over the thick carpet.

When the younger threw his head back his back automatically arched.
Seto, never one to pass up an opportunity, bit down lightly on the small erect nipple.
Mokuba cried out in a mixture of pleasure, pain, and surprise; his hands clawing at Seto’s shoulders and leaving long red welts.

Kaiba let out a growled moan, raking his teeth back up Mokuba’s breast bone and snapping his hips roughly against the smaller pair under him.

It was almost a viscous cycle. Seto would pound Mokuba, making the smaller cry out and claw his back, which would in turn make Seto drive himself back against Mokuba.

Mokuba arched off the ground, his legs wrapping around his brothers hips as he climaxed into his boxers.
Seto bit down harshly on Mokuba’s shoulder through his shirt when he climaxed as well.

Both brothers lay in the middle of the living room, panting heavily, evidence of their play soaking through their boxers.

“Nii-san?” Mokuba whispered, not able to find his full voice.

Seto’s mind was snapped violently into the present and he launched himself away from his younger brother, his eyes wide.

“Oh my god…” he gasped, hand covering his mouth.

“What’s wrong nii-san?” Mokuba climbed to his knees, reaching out to place his hand on Seto’s shoulder.

The elder pushed back, leaning against the armchair behind him, “please don’t touch me Mokuba.”

Tears formed at the corners of Mokuba’s eyes, “Seto…”

“No, Mokuba …oh my god …I’m so sorry …”

“For what?”

“I shouldn’t have done that! I took advantage of you!”

“No you didn’t!” Mokuba cried out in surprise, “I wanted it!”

“No, Mokuba …you’re too young …oh gods, this was wrong.”

Mokuba reeled back, almost as if struck, “wrong?”

“Yes Mokuba, wrong. We’re brothers …I’m supposed to protect you, not take advantage of you like that.”

The newly formed tears trickled down Mokuba’s cheeks, followed by many more, “Seto no…please don’t say that! I love you!”

Seto buried his face in his hands, “I know Mokuba …but I still shouldn’t have done that!”

“But, you must feel something for me if you were able to do that …don’t you?”

Seto thought for a moment, did he?

“I don’t know Mokuba.”

The smaller accidentally let out a sob, startling his brother.

Seto looked up.

Large onyx eyes were filled with tears, and the cheeks flushed by post-orgasm heat were streaked with old tears.

“Can we be together?” Mokuba asked.

“Mokuba, please don’t talk like that!”

“Why not!?” Mokuba screamed.

“Oh gods …Mokuba …I …I really need to think about this …”

Maybe there was hope?

As Seto stood up to retreat back to his bedroom Mokuba’s small shaken voice said, “if you decide to be with me, don’t bring someone home tomorrow night.”

The elder looked back over his shoulder, “deal.”

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Dragonblade: Bleh >< I hate it.

Kurai: You always hate what you write! Well, thank you everyone for reviewing! Santurion; well, I wasn’t exactly sure what age I was going to put them at, but your question made me think. First it was going to be the ages they were during the TV episodes, but then I thought that was just wrong (Mokuba a slut at the age of like, 13? No). Then I thought Kaiba: 20, and Mokuba: 16 …but then they both seemed too old …so …my final decision was Kaiba: 19, Mokuba: 15 …why do I feel like I’m talking about sports scores? *laughing hysterically*

Dragonblade: Well, it's cliche! And just ...UGH!! *hides head in shame* Flame away!