A Series of One Shots

AN: I didn’t beta this so hope its okay. :O

BROTHERLY LOVE

Mokuba sat alone, constantly looking up at the clock…again…and again. It was getting really late now. He bit his lip, trying to blink away the tears. He twisted his hands, rubbing them together like he always did when he was nervous.

Why wasn’t he home yet?

His heart sunk as he thought about Seto staying the night in his office again.

“No…he won’t.” he told himself.

“He’s done it every day this week. He can’t keep hiding from me.” Tears slipping down his face as he thought about the rejection he felt.

A few more moments passed in agony, each one feeling like an eternity to the youth.

The door slammed shut, his heart lifting as he raced to the foyer, leaping onto Seto and squeezing him tight.

“You’re home!” he laughed, wiping tears away. Seto gently pushed him away.

“Yes Mokuba.” He duly replied, hanging his coat.

“Goodnight.” He said, not looking back as he walked up the stairs.

“But I thought maybe we could hang out for awhile!” he shouted after his retreating form. Seto paused, keeping his back turned.

“I don’t think so Mokuba.” He started to move again before Mokuba spoke.

“Why?!” Mokuba cried, choking back his tears. Seto sighed, rubbing his temples.

“You know why.” He said walking up the stairs. Mokuba panicked, racing up the stairs and blocking Seto’s bedroom before he made it to the door. Seto sighed, refusing to look at him.

“Why don’t you love me anymore?” Mokuba asked, hurt laced with each word. Seto shook his head, keeping his eyes to the ground as he spoke.

“You know that’s not true.” He whispered.

“Yes it is!” Mokuba yelled, grabbing Seto’s face to look at his. Seto jerked out of his grasp, stepping back.

“Stop! Don’t do this!” he warned.

“You’re never home anymore! What have I don’t wrong Seto? Please! Just tell me! I promise whatever it is I’ll-I’ll fix it! I’ll change I promise!” Mokuba sobbed, collapsing to his knees.

“Mokuba I—“ Seto sighed, “I have to stay away because I can’t control this…this thing. And it’s…it’s not right Mokuba. If anyone ever found out…” Seto shook his head, trying to push Mokuba out of his way.

“I don’t care if it’s right! I don’t care what anyone thinks! I love you Seto! What’s wrong with showing each other that?” Mokuba asked in confusion.

“Not like that!” he hissed, shoving Mokuba to the floor. Mokuba sat there crying as Seto opened the door.

“I just don’t want to hurt anymore.” He whispered. Seto stopped as he continued.

“I’m tired of feeling rejected Seto. By our parents, by—by Gozoburo. But…I never thought I’d lose you.”

Seto’s heart sank, filled with pity and guilt. He went over to Mokuba, kneeling.

“Okay Mokuba…okay.” He whispered, carrying the boy to his bed and quietly locking the door behind him.

Mokuba giggled as Seto sat on the end of the bed, slowly undressing. He repeated his brother’s action, throwing his clothes haphazardly around the room in anticipation as Seto sat staring at the floor.

“I love you Seto.” Mokuba whispered. Seto slowly turned his head, gently cupping Mokuba’s face before kissing him, pressing him down into the bed. Mokuba moaned, giggling breathlessly as Seto continued kissing him, massaging their lips together. His nimble fingers worked their way down his body, causing the youth to gasp.

Seto kissed across Mokuba’s jaw line, ravishing his neck.

“Ohhhhh…” Mokuba bit his lip, his body reacting quickly to every touch Seto placed on it.

“Mokuba.” Seto whispered, engulfing his nipple as the youth cried out, arching his body onto Seto’s hot tongue as it flicked against his erect nipple, the other being pinched and rubbed between his thumb and forefinger. Seto left warm, wet kisses across his undeveloped chest, enjoying the little whines and pleads each kiss received. He reached between his brother’s legs, grabbing his premature erection and gently stroking it. He rubbed his thumb across the sensitive slit, wiping the precum over the head.

Mokuba cried out, his eyes tightly closed as Seto’s hand worked his young manhood. Being so young, Seto knew Mokuba wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

“I need to prepare you first.” Seto stated, sucking on his fingers.

Mokuba whined, shaking his head. “No no no! I can’t wait!” he moaned.

“Mokuba. We have to.” He sternly told his pouting brother. Mokuba silenced knowing it was no good arguing. Seto slowly pushed in two fingers, working them slowly in and out. Mokuba squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block the pain out.

“Shh…” Seto cooed, stroking his pale thighs.

“One more.” Mokuba nodded as Seto plunged a third finger in, careful to avoid the boy’s prostrate, knowing it would take very little to send his brother over the edge—something he wasn’t ready for.

Seto quickly worked the fingers in and out, trying to stretch Mokuba quickly before he came. Mokuba’s pain had started to dissipate, his gasps of pain turning into moans of pleasure. He started pushing against the fingers. At this, Seto pulled them out, giving Mokuba a minute to relax before he lined himself up.

“Wrap your legs around me.” Seto told Mokuba. He nodded, doing as he was told before Seto slowly pushed inside Mokuba’s tight entrance. The boy cried out, barely able to control himself from the intenseness. Seto waited for his to adjust, his teeth bared as he controlled his own pleasure—in overload from Mokuba’s young, tight entrance.

“Ready?” Seto panted, Mokuba nodded, wrapping his legs tighter around his brother tighter, pushing him deeper. Seto pulled out, leaving just the tip in before plunging himself back in, the two crying out in ecstasy. Seto thrusted as far in as he could, making sure to slowly strike Mokuba’s over-sensitive bundle of nerves that made the youth cry loudly.

“Faster!” Mokuba panted, gripping Seto’s arms, his nail digging in harshly as Seto sped up, any self control long gone as he began pounding into the pliant body beneath him.

“Ohhh Ahhhh Setooo!” Mokuba screamed over and over, writhing beneath him. Seto grabbed Mokuba’s erection, quickly pumping.

“Oh God Setoooo!!!” Mokuba whined as he came over Seto’s hand and chest.

“Ahhhh Fuck!” Seto cried as Mokuba’s muscles tightened, now barely able to move. He grabbed Mokuba’s hips, pulling them higher so he could thrust faster and deeper. He pummeled into Mokuba’s small body as fast as he could, soon spilling his hot seed in the body beneath him.

He thrusted in a few more times, savoring the slick heat that throbbed against him before collapsing in exhaustion.

Mokuba sighed in content, pulling himself into Seto’s warmth and placing his brother’s arms over his body.

“I love you big brother.” He smiled.

“I love you too Mokuba.”

AN: Alright, sadly I will not be posting again until next week—Wednesday perhaps? I will be in EGYPT until then! WOOOOOO!!!!!!

LOVE YOU ALL!

REVIEW REPLIES:

Right_read_time: why thank you so much! It is a pairing you don’t see often. It’s a shame. : (

Wicabeth: I know, I was in a very angsty mood that day. Lol. ; )

BlackGargie: goodness, I hope you like your story! *bites nails* i haven't written it yet, but its coming up real soon! anyway, sadly, I know the feeling too. I mean, without the abuse but still. The role of pining I seem to fit so well. *tear*