B1: Immoral Behaviour

Part 08

~ Sunday ~

The sun had barely risen past the horizon when the young man stepped out of the private aircraft and onto the metal staircase. As he descended, he inhaled a deep breath, the morning air bitter cold as it hit his lungs. Once his feet hit the tarmac of the airport, he sighed, gazing around for a familiar black vehicle. Spying what he was looking for, he gratefully headed towards the transport, briefcase in hand.

The chauffeur smiled as he opened the door for his young master. Though he would never admit it aloud, he thought of the youth as a son, and was glad that he had returned to Domino safe and sound. Once his employer was in and seated, he closed the door, entering the driver's side and shifting the already running vehicle into drive.

As they vacated the parking lot, the young man gazed out of the window, watching the all too familiar scenery fly by. He covered his mouth with his hand as he yawned, his body succumbing to extreme exhaustion. His entire weekend had been consumed with business proprietors and proposals. Now all he wanted to do was go home and relax with the two people he cared the most for. Closing his weary eyes, the brunet fell into a light sleep.


* * * * *

Jounouchi sighed, stretching out on the towel beneath him as the warm rays of the heating lamps beat down on his exposed back. Lying there on his stomach, his right cheek upon his crossed arms, the blond sighed, feeling rather lethargic due to the warmth the bulbs provided. He had decided to do a little relaxing by the indoor pool while Mokuba still slept in his room. The weekend had been exhausting, and now all he wanted to do was have a few moments of alone time and perhaps swim a few laps.

Soft classical music poured out from the speakers of the room's stereo system, lulling the golden-haired teen into a half-sleep state. Normally he wouldn't even think to listen to such music, but he had to admit that it was rather soothing, the tightness in his muscles vanishing with every symphonic note. He was just about to drift off completely when the phone next to him rang, startling him. Moving his left arm out from under his head, Jou reached over, grabbing the cordless and activating it before settling the phone against his ear.

"Kaiba residence, this is Jounouchi speaking, what can I do you for?" He asked groggily.

"Hey Jou, just the person I was looking for," claimed the overly chipper voice on the other end of the receiver. "What are you doing?"

"Eh? Oh hey Yuge. Nothing much, just your local PTA and babysitting, you know."

"Yeah, that's what Honda said," Yugi stated in a soft voice.

Hearing Yugi bring their friend's name into the equation, the blond instantly became alert. Jou had remembered telling Yugi that he would be at Kaiba's, watching over Mokuba while Kaiba himself went out of town on business, but nothing more. When his small friend had mentioned Honda's name however, he began to wonder just what the pointy-haired youth had told the diminutive boy, and how much.

"Uh yeah. Hey Yuge? What did Honda mention?" Jou asked warily.

There was a moment of silence before a calmer, much deeper voice answered, leaving Jou no doubt of which one he was now on the phone with.

"Hn. If you are talking about you and Mokuba, yes, he already told us."

Jounouchi sighed. The blond knew the others would find out eventually, he was just hoping that it wouldn't be before he could tell them himself. He mentally cursed Honda, swearing to beat the piss out of him when they met again. Rolling on his back, Jou took a moment to swipe his free hand across his sweaty brow before speaking cautiously, "Yams, give me a minute to explain..."

"I would have thought him insane if it weren't for the fact we all witnessed the two of you playing tonsil hockey in the park yesterday afternoon," the other male deadpanned.

That floored Jounouchi. Did the pharaoh just make a joke? Or was he serious? The blond didn't know which to believe, however, and gulped before he nervously replied. "Ok, here's the story."


* * * * *

Cast-iron gates opened with a small creak, permitting the midnight black monstrosity onto the estate grounds. There was barely a sound was made as hard rubber languorously rolled over the icy cement path, entering the circular driveway and coming to a stop in front of the mansion. Opening the driver's side door, a middle-aged man in a dark navy blue suit and cap exited, walking towards the back of the vehicle. As he opened the door and moved aside, the CEO stepped out, auburn hair blowing in the breeze and intense blue eyes assessing their surroundings. Nodding his head once to the driver in appreciation, the young man then looked down at his watch. Noticing that it was only eight in the morning, and realizing that probably no one was up yet, he sighed, walking off towards the manor. His purple trench billowed in the gentle waft, occasionally wrapping around to gently caress his legs as he followed the marble path to the front steps. Ascending and stopping in front of the large mahogany door, he reached down into his coat pocket, extracting his keys and unlocking the door.

Stepping into the foyer Kaiba closed the door, sighing heavily as he dropped his briefcase and shed his duster throwing it off to the side precariously. He could care less where it landed. All he wanted to do was head up to his room and fall upon his bed he was so exhausted. With that thought in mind, the brunet headed for the staircase, silently ascending the steps. The young billionaire wondered momentarily where his two lovers were, and considered the fact that they may still be asleep. Reaching the landing, Kaiba strode down the hall to his room, opening the door to find...nothing. "Where...?" Closing the door, he then walked across the hall, entering the room adjacent to his own. Sure enough, Mokuba lay upon his bed, snuggled under the blankets fast asleep, but...where was Jounouchi? More than a little concerned, Kaiba moved towards his brother's bed, crawling on top and reaching over to pull the covers down enough to expose his head. Mokuba was sleeping on his left side, curled into a loose ball, his left hand tucked under his cheek while his right rested by his face. He looked all too adorable in Seto's opinion. He hated the thought of waking his younger sibling, but his insecurities over the blond made it his top priority. Leaning close, he spoke softly into smaller boy's ear, "Mokie, wake up."

Rolling onto his back, Mokuba took his hands and rubbed at his eyes while stretching his legs out. Yawning, he opened his sleepy prussian orbs, gazing upon a very familiar set of blue. It only took the raven-haired boy a short moment to realize who was looming over him on his bed before he launched himself up, wrapping his arms around the elder's neck. "Seto, you're home!" Mokuba squealed in delight, burying his nose in between the brunet's neck and shoulder as they toppled over.

Kaiba wrapped his arms around the raven-haired boy beneath him, embracing him wholeheartedly. He had missed this while away on business and had been lost and lonely without his Mokuba by his side. Burying his nose in the boy's silky hair, he inhaled, the rich sent of vanilla assaulting his nostril's as he voiced what was plaguing him, "Mokie, where's Jounouchi?"

"The last I remember, he claimed he was going down to the pool room," Mokuba murmured. Taking his hands, he tugged at the brunet's shirt, breaking it loose of its confinement in the waistband of his slacks. Ducking his hands underneath, the younger sibling then pulled on the white undershirt, leaving his hands free to roam his brother's bare skin. Shifting his head slightly inward, Mokuba delicately licked and nipped at the tender flesh of the brunet's throat.

Kaiba moaned, throwing his head back in order to give his vivacious little brother more access to his throat. His face contorted in pleasure, and when he spoke, his voice was laden with lust. "I never imagined that he'd be up this early," Seto admitted, grinding his hips into the boy beneath him.

"That could contribute to the fact he never went to sleep last night," Mokuba snorted, making Seto start at the odd sensation against his throat. The raven-haired boy giggled at the look on his brother's face.

Seto looked down at the smaller boy in a mixture of amusement and confusion. "What do you mean he never slept? Is something wrong between you two that I should know about?"

"Hn? No... No, we just had a busy day yesterday," Mokuba waved off after the confusion on his part passed. "That and I think he's been anticipating your return as much as I have," the younger Kaiba divulged. Reaching up, he slid his hands under the neckline of Seto's white dress shirt, moving them over his shoulders and down his arms, removing the shirt completely.

"Oh? And what happened yesterday that has him so wound up and you so tired?" Kaiba asked, now clearly amused. Throwing his shirt off to the side, he aided his younger sibling in removing his undershirt, tossing that to the floor as well. He then grabbed the down comforter and the sheet together in one fistful, pitching them off the bed. Leaning down, he started laying open mouth kisses along Mokuba's throat, eliciting the most adorable sounds from him.

Mokuba giggled, wrapping his arms around his big brother's neck, "Nothing much really. I got up early and made breakfast for the both of us." Here he stopped to wriggle and squirm a little as Seto trailed the fingers of his right hand down his side, hooking them in the waistband of his pajamas. Mokuba lifted his lower body up off the bed, assisting the brunet in the removal of his pants. He then quickly discarded his top. "I decided to tease him a little by hand feeding him fruit."

Kaiba's interest was piqued. Before he left, he had made certain to have a conversation with Mokuba about giving the blond space to think things through, so that he didn't feel pressured to be in a relationship with them. He hoped fervently that Jounouchi's reaction wasn't a bad one. "Oh? And how did our puppy react to that?" He inquired dubiously. While waiting for Mokuba's response, Seto went back to lavishing kisses upon the raven-haired boy's face, neck, and throat.

Mokuba gave a small squeak of surprise before answering his brother's question. "Well... He took it rather well considering." Here he stopped to whimper a little, Seto having traveled down his chest to attack one of his nipples. The brunet stuck out the tip of his tongue, lavishing the small pinkish flesh around the nipple before taking the small nub into his mouth, gently nipping and sucking and then letting go to shift over to the next one. Seto growled in impatience while torturing the other nub, indicating that his brother had better continue with his statement. "Do you have any idea how erotic it is to be turned into a humanoid pancake?" Mokuba inquired of his lover in a playful tone.

Seto briefly stopped his teasing long enough to rise up on his hands and knees, gazing down at his small lover in a mixture of confusion and curiosity. "Explain," was the simple demand. Supporting himself with one arm, he took his free hand and released his belt, tossing the leather strap to the floor. He then unfastened his black dress pants, pulling them down to his knees and shimmying the rest of the way out of them, handing them the same fate as the belt.

"You really are a cramp sometimes, you know that?" Mokuba pouted, put off by the fact that his brother had stopped his playful ministrations. The pout, however, didn't last long and was replaced with a wicked grin as he continued. "I was in the kitchen making breakfast in nothing more than my night shirt. Jounouchi must have been standing in the doorway for sometime before I took notice. Anyhow," he claimed, waving off the details a bit, "Once he sat down at the table I fixed a plate and began to feed him first with the fruit." He paused for a moment, making a mental note of the now open expression of curiosity on Seto's face. He defiantly had his attention. "It must have bothered him something awful, cause before I knew it, he had stripped me and lain me on the table on my back. He poured syrup all over me and then started to lick me all over while using the butter for lube. Then he fucked me silly," Mokuba finished quickly.

"You had sex on the kitchen table?" Seto exclaimed in shock.

"We washed and sanitized it afterwards." The raven-haired boy then began to giggle as a pout worked its way across the older boy's face, making him look rather childish. "What?" he asked, still chuckling at his Seto's antics.

"How come I can't think of anything... different... like that," he didn't know how to word it, all Seto knew, was that in a way, he felt left out.

"Because you're too serious and have an ever present stick up your ass?" Mokuba offered playfully.

Seto sputtered for a moment before narrowing his eyes, his voice husky and rough, "That's about enough out of you." Stretching over to the nightstand, the brunet opened the drawer, extracting a tube of lubricant before returning his attention back to his brother. Setting the tube within his reach, Seto placed his hand against the warm supple skin of Mokuba's inner thigh, gently coaxing him into spreading his legs. The elder Kaiba then settled his body in between his little lover's sinewy limbs. As he looked up into the raven-haired boy's cherubic face adorned with jewels of the deepest sapphire, and his lips curled into a Cheshire-grin, only then did he realize that he was in for it. Before the brunet could say a word, Mokuba had pushed him on his back, straddling his thighs. "Mokie, what are you doing?" Seto asked in a hoarse voice.

Mokuba gazed down at his brother's engorged flesh, realizing belatedly just how exhausted Seto would have to be in order to ignore the pressure that must be building within his groin. He glanced through his bangs at his brother and lover, catching his cerulean stare and gauging his reaction as he took one slender finger and slid it up the underside of the brunet's cock. He gained the desired effect as Seto threw his head back against the pillows, a loud moan of ecstasy escaping his parched lips. Oh how the raven-haired boy wanted to kiss those lips until the moisture they seemed to long for returned, making them flush with life once again. For the moment though, he had other plans.

Feeling a pause in activity, Seto leaned up on his elbows, impassioned gaze seeking out Mokuba. The brunet moaned at the vision his angel made. His face was flushed a slight pink from excitement. His silky raven locks cascaded over his slightly tanned shoulders, the edges of his hair and his skin tainted with sweat. Mokuba was the perfect essence of sublimity. Kaiba's train of thought was broken, however, when his surreptitious lover spoke, "If you are thinking I'm going to let you stick that in me, you are mistaken...I haven't slicked it up properly." Seto couldn't hold out any longer; all he could do was moan as he collapsed to the bed, hoping for the sweet torture to continue. He didn't have to wait long and was by no means disappointed. Mokuba bent over, wrapping his luscious lips around the head of his cock, small tongue darting out to lick at the bead of precum forming at the slit. Kaiba gripped the sheets, causing his knuckles to go white and a growl to gurgle throughout his chest as he was engulfed in the warm, wet recesses of his brother's mouth.


* * * * *

Yami had sat on the bed of his hikari's room in silence, listening to every word that poured from his friend's mouth. He was shocked to hear that not only was Jounouchi seeing Mokuba, but that he was also with Kaiba as well. And what had disturbed him the most was that the two had taken it up and tag-teamed the blond. He knew of his friend's insecurities and therefore was aware that Jou had most likely submitted out of confusion. The tri-color haired youth had to wonder just what the Kaiba brothers' intentions were, and what they were hoping to accomplish out of the ordeal. As the conversation progressed though, one thing became clear to Yami. He was wrong in thinking that Jounouchi was unaware of what he was involved in and the consequences of such actions. In fact, to his horror the golden-haired youth was very aware of the reality of it all. To say that the pharaoh was vexed was putting it mildly. In Ancient Egypt, such a thing was of the norm; however, Yami knew in this present era people frowned upon such things. He could hear his hikari's voice in their soul room, explaining that they should possibly keep an open mind no matter how worried they were for their friend; after all, he was just that, their friend. And he would always remain as such. 'No matter how much trouble he gets into or how stupid he may be at times.' Yami sighed, knowing that Yugi was right, and that he felt the exact same way.

Lying there with one arm across his forehead, and his other hand holding the phone to his ear, Jounouchi waited for the ear beating that he was sure the pharaoh would give him. The blond had just got through telling the tri-colored haired youth everything that had transpired from the very first day he had come to the estate. What happened between him and the Kaiba brothers to the next day in school and even everything that had transpired over the weekend. Now the golden-haired teen waited, holding his breath in nervousness of what was to come. You can imagine his surprise when instead of the ranting and raving of the infuriated and disgusted being he expected, he got a soft, concerned voice of a friend.

"Jounouchi...have you thought about this long enough to be sure that this is what you want?" Yami inquired uncertainly. "I mean...it all seems so fast and you would have to be very careful to keep it a secret. What if someone finds out? You could wind up in some serious trouble."

"I know Yams... And yes, I am certain this is what I want." Jou worried his bottom lip, he trusted Yami with the knowledge of his situation, however, he still worried about losing his best friend in the same instant.

"You do know that this is probably the most asinine thing you have ever done don't you," Yami inquired. The young pharaoh sighed in subjugation as he heard the blond make a weak sound of confirmation. "Regardless, you are my friend and I will support your decision... After I have a talk with Kaiba."

At this point, Jou began to panic. "Yami, please, you can't tell anyone about this! Please promise me you won't..."

"Of course not," Yami stated indifferently, "I didn't say anything about telling the others or anyone else for that matter. I just want to talk to Kaiba alone and find out what his intentions are. What he plans to do if your relationship ever becomes public." Yami bent over, resting his elbows on his knees while he pinched the bridge of his nose with the fingers of his free hand.

The blond groaned. He knew there was no way of stopping the pharaoh once he put his mind to something. "All right, just promise you'll leave the others behind?"

"I'll try whatever comes to mind Jou, however, they are all downstairs as we speak and it may prove to be quite difficult," the pharaoh admitted. "But I will try everything I can think of."

"Thank you Yams. You don't know how much I appreciate... You know." Jounouchi felt rather apprehensive, but better nonetheless now that at least one of his friends knew and was willing to at least try and understand his decision.

"No problem Jou... However, I do owe you a knock upside your head when I see you," Yami vowed.

The blond laughed, knowing that when the pharaoh showed up, he would indeed get knocked upside the head.


* * * * *

Mokuba swirled his tongue around the engorged flesh of his lover's cock for a moment before covering the head with his mouth, going down on the turgid member until the crown tickled the back of his throat. Wrapping his slender fingers around what he couldn't take in, he began to lick and suck languorously, bobbing his head up and down while his fist followed in a rhythm meant to slowly bring his love to the brink.

Seto wasn't having any of it, however, and reached down to grab the raven-haired beauty by his upper arms, dragging him up his body for a lingering kiss. "Mokie... I need you," Kaiba declared raggedly. He had been without his little lover all weekend, and was suffering a minor bout of deprivation. Now all he wanted was to be consumed within his brother's tight body, searching for release.

Taking pity Mokuba leaned down, gently licking the brunet's dry lips before breathing out a roughish reply. "How do you want me big brother?"

"On your side... Facing away from me," the brunet claimed hoarsely, left hand searching the sheets beside him for the tube he discarded earlier. Mokuba was just about to move to comply when Seto put his right arm around his waist, stopping his attempts. "After I prepare you," Kaiba stated earnestly. Mokuba made a move to protest, wanting to tell him that he was still stretched enough from his earlier sessions with Jounouchi not too long before he got home, but gave up instantly when he felt his brother's embrace tighten around his waist. His back arched and head bent downward, Mokuba panted softly in anticipation as he heard the cap to the lube open. Seto squeezed the tube, as best he could with one hand, rubbing the slick substance over his fingers as it deposited in his hand before discarding the tube entirely.

It wasn't long after when the younger Kaiba felt one of his brother's long, slender fingers probing at his entrance. He gasped softly and let out a whimper as the finger penetrated his opening, sliding in with minimal discomfort. Mokuba spread his legs farther, wriggling and squirming as the finger moved in and out of his passage, brushing against his tender insides, causing him to grind his hips into the brunet's abdomen. When Seto entered another finger into his orifice and spread the two in a scissoring motion, the raven-haired boy cried out in ecstasy. He didn't know how much more he could take before begging and pleading his brother to take him.

Determining that his preparations were enough, Seto withdrew his fingers, positioning Mokuba on his side so their bodies were spooned, lifting his diminutive lover's left leg over his own. Seto then took his hand and moved the silky black tresses of Mokuba's hair, exposing his neck. Leaning in he tenderly assaulted the soft flesh between his neck and shoulder, nipping and sucking gingerly as he placed his head at his opening. He then pushed past the tight ring of muscle, slowly embedding himself as far as he could inside the warm recesses of his little love's body. Pausing a moment, the elder Kaiba wrapped his arms securely around his brother, one hand alternately fiddling with his nipples while the other rubbed soothing patterns up and down his side, stomach and thighs. Both of them were now covered in sweat and panting with lust.

Mokuba groaned wanting to feel more of the closeness he felt when he and his brother bonded like this. The raven-haired boy pushed back against the body behind, growing impatient with want and need.

Sensing the smaller boy's intolerance, Kaiba pulled out slowly, leaving only a scarce inch or two in, before pushing back in smoothly. As Mokuba cried out in pleasure, Seto became more insistent, pulling out and driving in with every wail of ecstasy the boy emitted. The rhythm continued on this way, growing more and more heady as every second flew by. Feeling an almost unbearable pressure build within his groin, Seto knew he wouldn't last much longer. He reached down and grasped Mokuba's own hardened flesh within his palm, intent on bringing his lover to the edge along with him. A few quick pumps and Mokuba spilled his seed in Seto's palm with a blissful cry. Kaiba himself was right behind, unloading his essence within the smaller boy's now prone figure.

A few moments passed before Seto heard soft snores emanating from the boy within his arms. He gazed down, smiling softly as Mokuba wrinkled his nose when a stray hair tickled his face. Brushing the sweaty raven hair back away from his face, Kaiba brushed the back of his fingers across Mokuba's cheek reverently, then leaned down to lay a chaste kiss to his temple. He then lied back down, intent on following his brother and gaining some rest of his own.