Mind Fuck: A Repost

Session9

It took all my strength and willpower to push him into that car. They were still on us, the vultures. I had to admit he was a good kisser but he was Mokuba, my brother. He sat silently beside me, his head resting on my shoulder. I didn't mind. I felt somewhat comforted by this. My hand crept down to touch those silken raven black locks. A small moan escaped his lips and went straight to my loins. I liked that sound. I liked that sound a lot.

Mokuba barely moved as I lifted him from the car. He had loss weight. I noticed, yet then again he had gained weight from the last time I carried him. The house was silent save for the hollow thud of my shoes on the marble as I moved up the stairs to the hallway. Which room? I wondered. I didn't have to wonder long. I laid him out carefully on my unmade bed. I brushed away the long dark bangs that hid his face from me. I removed my shades to get a better look at him. He was beautiful.

My eyes rested on the bag that was lying on the table. My hand reached out for it. It was calling out to me, it was…

"Seto, don't." Mokuba tugged hard on my sleeve to make his point.

I didn't look at him. I couldn't look at him.

"Pegasus said that-"

I whirled around so fast I thought I snapped my own neck at first. He was sitting upright now staring hard at me with those eyes.

"Did Pegasus tell you about them? Huh? Did he?" I demanded, gripping his shoulders tightly.

"No." Mokuba answered tearfully.

"What did he say? And why were you there anyway?"

My grip tighten, nails digging into the fabric of the shirt through to the skin.

"I just wanted to see if you made it there alright. Serenity told me how strangely you were acting at the office."

I let him go.

"It's the pills isn't it. You're addicted." He moved for me placing his arms around me. I tried to pull away, but he held firm.

"What does that drug give you that I can't?" He asked me, his lips brushing my ear.

"Everything that I desire." I answered truthfully remembering the face of my lover.

"My God Seto, please tell me you can't be that fidget."

FRIGIT??????

"I am not frigid."

A smile came to his lips.

"Well, I'll just see if I can melt some of that ice."

I nearly jumped out of my skin as the tip of his tongue flicked over my ear, tracing the outer edges before darting to taste inside.

"Stop it.''

My voice sound tinny in my ears. I felt the weight of his body as he placed himself on my knees, straddling me. His fingers toyed with the small round button of my shirt. Darkest purple met icily blue. Before the words could leave his mouth I gave my constant with a small nod. His fingers were nimble making quick work of my shirt. Those eyes hungrily took in every ounce of flesh that I allowed him to see. He wanted more. I wanted more. He then pushed the shirt downward baring my shoulders, he greeted the exposed skin with his mouth eliciting a small moan from my own lips.

Pleased, Mokuba then made his way up my collard bone down my neck, soft kisses butterfly like. His fingertips stroking over my left nipple making the flesh harden under his touch. I had to do something beside sit here. My hands found his hair, fingers intertwined themselves in the long wavy mass of curls.

"Ahh!" I screamed softly as he tweaked at the nipple he had been pleasuring.

He made up for it with a quick flick of his tongue. I wanted him to go lower. I gently pushed his head downward to my swollen groin. Using the palm of his hand, Mokuba rubbed against my straining member teasingly.

Frustrated I licked my lips, parted them forcing out these words,

"Release me now or I'll..."

The rest of my threat died in my throat. Not like him. That would be the worst thing I could do to him. I didn't want it to be like it was with him, I wanted it to be... Wait, I actually wanted this?

Oh gods yes!

He had released me, inch by inch he was sliding my member further into the slick warmth of his mouth. the combination of heat and the suction of his mouth was so intense, almost too much to handle. He drew me in deep, licking the underside of my shaft before bobbing his head up and down on it like a damned professional. He was a pro. He leaned well at the knees of our dearly departed step-father.

Good.

I leaned back against the headboard eyes shut tight releasing a steady stream of fluid into his mouth. Mokuba yawned his jaws wider devouring every drop he could get into his greedily little mouth before withdrawing my still rock hard cock. He wiped what he couldn't get with the back of his sleeve.

"Just think of what else I could give you."

Mokuba offered suggestively.

He loved playing bitch to me. I realized suddenly. That's why he took my abuse the way that he did. He loved it. Craved it. It was the only sick kind of affection he could get from me.

I cupped his face in my hands staring straight into those lust filled pools of black.

"I can't. I refuse to use you that way."

I kept all emotion from my voice. Pure ice.

"You won't be using me."

He brought his mouth to mine kissing me with passion and longing. I wanted to push him away but couldn't.

"Fuck me, Seto." He purred against my lips. " I promise you won't hurt me."

But I don't love you that way.

I couldn't say it. Yet I burned to say it. Make it clear that my feelings and his were different. He pushed me back with one hand, the other undoing the buttons to his shirt. I just sat there staring taking in the beauty that he possessed. Arms raising and placing themselves on slender hips, while Mokuba shimmed out of the shirt. My eyes traveled over the flesh of my brother, baby fat had been replaced with lean muscles, his nipples were erect and waiting. He was exposed for all to see. Emotionally. Physically. Psychologically. I knew him now.

I reached for and handed off the lube that I kept in my nightstand drawer to my brother, he took the tube with one hand, held my hand with his other bringing my digits to his to his mouth. I moaned deeply as he suckled on them as held his body away from mine. I had never realized that he had gotten off his pants while I grabbed for the lube, he gilded my hand to the tight ring of muscle that his cheeks so generously surrounded pressing them hard against his own opening.

"You won't hurt me." He informed me.

I went for it, stretching him as much as possible.

"Seto......" He half moaned, half sighed wantonly.

I shoved them deeper gaining more praise from my weeping lover.

The cold slickness of the lube found my cock while my fingers stroked and toyed with my squirming sibling.

"Seto... please...I want- Fuck me now!"

Mokuba begged through labored breaths of desire. He was panting like a dog in heat making me smile a bit. I withdrew and watched as he laid back wanting me to be on top of him. Figures.

I kissed him, tongue darting thought the soft folds of his lips causing enough distraction to the discomfort of my probing member. A small gasp almost like an intake of breath escaped him as I entered hard and fast, Mokuba's legs wrapped themselves around my waist.

Sounds of pleasure echoed off the walls of his cries and mine complimenting each other perfectly. I looked down at Mokuba, tears streaming down his tightly shut eyes, his lips a closed yet small noises could be heard for deep inside his throat. His hand pumping away at his own member as I pounded into him. A thin film of sweat covered his body making his hair clang to the damp pink flushed skin. A single bead of fluid from the tip of his cock caught my eye. I brought my the tip of my finger down collecting the sweet salty liquid bringing it to my lips.

That was all he needed. Splatters of white slide down my sweat slide down the smooth skin of my stomach. It took a bit longer until my own release, when I came, I came hard. Spent and deliciously drowsy I collapsed on top of Mokuba. His lips brushed against my neck as he muttered some insane promise of everlasting love before drifting off to sleep. What a jackass.