Abandoned

Yayness, another yaoi for Shardy, her second yaoi filled with lemony goodness and has no plot-line!! *holds up peace sign and does the happy dance* Please note that Mokuba is 17 years old in the story. That makes the lemon just all the more sweeter. *grrrrrrowl* ^_~*

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Abandoned


Swirls of mist wafted through the atmosphere asg lag lashes slowly opened reveal innocent violet orbs. “Wake up, little Mokuba,” a voice, a familiar voice, spoke up softly from the misty darkness.

Mokuba Kaiba groaned as he slowly sat up, ebony strands of black diamond hair falling out of his flowing ponytail and over strong shoulders. Blazing eyes that had deepened to a blue-violet color, like airless blood, seemed to pierce the surrounding darkness as he looked about in confusion and fear, but deadly calm, trying to locate the voice. A sharp intake of breath could be heard. “Are you really Mokuba Kaiba?” came the disbelieving query.

“Yes,” Mokuba confirmed in a voice that no longer possessed its pre-puberty screechiness, but had melted to a smooth, soft tenor seducing the ears with no effort from him. “Who the hell are you and what am I doing here?”

“How old are you?”

Mokuba was taken aback from being so deliberately ignored. His eyes narrowed dangerously. “I won’t ask you again,” he snarled. “What the fu--?”

“I know what you asked,” the voice interrupted sharply. “But answer my question first and I will tell you all you want to know and more.”

Mokuba hesitated, contemplating on the ways his answer might be used against him. Coming up with nothing, he finally answered truthfully, “I’m seventeen.”

A pause.

“I did not realize so much time has passed since our last meeting.” The voice lowered to a husky purr. “You are very beautiful, Mokuba Kaiba.”

Involuntarily, Mokuba hugged himself and shivered, hands gripping his shoulders. He was not a delicate, fragile person, despite his sensitivity--he had been told more than a simple, “You are beautiful” comment before--but this voice had a way of making him feel naked, exposed, vulnerable. Quickly, he forced his arms to his sides as he stood, glaring defiantly in all directions without moving those blood-violet eyes. “Why am I here!?” A death whisper some called, the tone of voice Mokuba acquired right before he exploded.

“I had my guards bring you to me, Moku-chan. I wanted to see you again.” A figure approached through the mist, tall and lean, wearing white shorts, white jacket and green hair. Mokuba gasped and took a step back, jaw dropped, unable to believe it.

“N-Noa?...it can’t be you!”

Noa smiled as he stood only a few inches taller than Mokuba. “You do not seem pleased to see me,” he observed with a slightly psychotic smile.

“Considering what happened last time,” Mokuba spat with enough frost to crystallize the misty vapor around him, quickly getting over his shock.

Unphased, Noa chuckled softly, bringing a hand up and trailing gentle fingers down the younger boy’s face. “It was necessary, lovely one. Nothing personal.” Mokuba tried to move away but the caress was so warm, soft, inviting...

Mokuba’s eyes shot wide. “Noa! You’re body...!?”

Noa’s smile grew wider. “Do you like it? I’ve made vast improvements on it. Not only do I look my age, but also I can touch and feel and produce warmth as if this were a real human body.”

Quickly, Mokuba whirled around, a blush streaking across his nose, heart quivering heavily in his chest. Why did Noa suddenly seem so appealing? Was it because he looks so much like Seto? Or something more?

Seto...

Mokuba’s hands clutched into fists in sudden rage and deep hurt. How could that asshole betray him, forget their bond, their promise...?

Two strong arms slipped around Mokuba’s waist as Noa nuzzled his ear. “What’s wrong, dark beauty?” the older one inquired, deep baritone trickling down the younger’s neck. Mokuba shuddered inwardly, leaning closer against Noa. Electric shivers jetted up his spine when Noa flicked his tongue along his ear. “Why does your heart bleed, lovely raven? Is it Seto’s doing?”

Mokuba’s fists clenched harder until his knuckles were bone white. Noa did not have to see his foster brother’s reaction to know his guess had struck home. “What did he do to you?” he pressed, his own anger building. Seto...Noa had always hated Seto, mainly because he, Noa, was the rightful heir to Kaiba Corp. But now this hatred was starting to become personal.

Noa loved Mokuba.

One had to be heartless not to.

When they first met about seven or so years ago, Mokuba’s innocence and pure-hearted view on life overwhelmed and won Noa over. Mokuba worshipped the very air Seto breathed, despite the fact the two were as different as water was from fire.

Once, Noa had seen a picture of Mokuba’s mother; a beautiful, young, smiling woman with flowing raven hair and dancing blue eyes. It can almost be said that some of her spirit merged with Mokuba’s soul when she died giving him life. Any other child would’ve grown up to a spoiled rotten-to-the-core unchangeable arrogant brat under Seto’s influence. Not Mokuba. Though he had been a brat a first, he seemed to have gone backwards on Freud's theory of personality development. It was true Mokuba was more confident, opinionated, and quick-tempered for his own good, he was now open with his emotions, showing compassion and mercy to others. He was strong without being full of it, and he was tender without being weak.

So unlike his older brothers.

“I have no interest in working for Kaiba Corp.,” Mokuba announced softly.

Noa was stunned. “Wha-what?” he choked once he found his voice.

“Seto wants me to work for Kaiba Corp. in his place,” Mokuba explained, misinterpreting Noa’s reaction. “He’s trying to live my life for me. Trying to isolate from my friends, from the rest of the world. Trying to turn me into him. But I don’t care about that bullshit! I don’t want power, and I don’t want money! I want...” His voice began to break with passionate emotion. “I want...”

“What, dark beauty?” Noa pressed, speaking in a gentle whisper. “What does the raven desire most?”

“...to be me,” Mokuba replied finally, quietly. “To be my own person. Live my own life. Be...normal...for once.”

Noa couldn’t believe he was hearing this. Mokuba was willing give up all the money, the power, the position as one of the most powerful corporate leaders in Japan, possibly torldorld, just for the sake of his petty adolescent independence!?! He spun Mokuba around, gripping his shoulders, trying to see if the teenager was serious.

Large, soft, blood-violet depths stared up at him from under thick ebony bangs, moistening over with tears. “He acts more and more like Gozubaru everyday,” Mokuba whimpered. “It’s like you said. It’s as if he doesn’t love me anymore.”

He then quickly pulled away, clearing his throat as his gaze fixed on the ground. “Sorry. I don’t mean to drag you into my personal issues.”

Noa tilted Mokuba’s chin up to meet those shimmering dark amethyst eyes. “I asked, didn’t I?”

That mouth. Noa couldn’t tear his gaze away from it. Amazing how seven short years could so drastically change a person. No longer a child, Mokuba was almost as tall as Noa with a lean build, flawless skin tanned from the outdoors, intense eyes the color of blood farthest from the heart blazing beneath long lashes, silky raven’s hair pulled back in a ponytail, and those lips! Pouty, sensuous, almost femi, an, and full of tempting promises. Noa always thought Mokuba had been a damn good-looking kid at age ten. But at seventeen...!!

Flames of desire licked his loins as Noa felt himself becoming aroused, imaging the many things Mokuba could do to him, and the many more he could do to Mokuba. He felt his face leaning closer to Mokuba’s, breathing becoming slightly ragged and more difficult to do. He realized how badly he wanted Mokuba, body and soul. He wanted that delicious pre pressed naked against his, soft tenor voice screaming his name, wet mouth sucking his tongue, his nipples, his penis...

“Mokuba,” Noa whispered huskily, ripping himself out of his fantasy. “Let me show you something.”

Mokuba was hesitant, then nodded, allowing Noa to lead him through the mist and into another room. What lay beyond those doors caused Mokuba to gasp in shock and childish delight. The room was completely white, the floor covered by thousands by thousands of snowy white pillows. He hardly reacted when Noa closed and locked the doors. “Well, what do you think?” the older Kaiba inquired.

Mokuba shook his head in amazement. “In all honesty, I don’t know what to think,” he admitted. 17-year-old male pride demanded he keep his dignity and please not fling himself upon those pillows and roll about in their feathery softness.

Suddenly, he yelped in surprise when Noa shoved him into the inviting cushions. With a playful, almost insane giggle, Noa pounced on him, and for a few minutes, the foster brothers wrestled, laughing like children. Finally, Noa had Mokuba pinned beneath him, bodies pressed tightly together. Noa’s smiled faded as he gazed once more into blood-violet abyss.

“Something wrong, Noa?” Mokuba inquired, all of this having been an innocent game to him.

Noa didn’t answer, unable to resist these primal demands and felt his eyes close as he quickly leaned in, tasting those luscious, begging lips. Once the shock wore off and it registered in his mind what was happening, instinctively Mokuba struggled to get away.

But Noa was far stronger than Mokuba imagined. “Shh, Moku-chan,” Noa whispered as he gently nipped his quivering mouth. “I won’t, I can’t, hurt you. But I do want you. Oh, if only you had any idea how much how long I’ve wanted you. Sweet, sweet, Mokuba.“ He pulled apart the rubberband holding Mokuba’s ponytail and ran his fingers through tholacklack diamond strands. My dark raven...”

His tongue grazed Mokuba’s lips and Mokuba groaned despite himself. His mouth opened involuntarily, and Noa slipped inside, exploring what delicious secrets Mokuba had to hide. The younger sighed, hands slipping behind Noa’s head and pulling their faces closer, his own tongue darting out to clash with the other, hips thrusting upwards in desperation.

“Moku...Mokuba,” Noa gasped, nibbling that firm jaw-line as he pulled Mokubailveilver vest off. Then he unbuttoned the black short-sleeve, pushing it off his shoulders sensuously, grazing the skin with his fingers. Mokuba shivered with delight. Noa had to restrain from totally ripping off the motorcycle gloves and the many silver chains he wore (the Kaiba brother’s always did have the strangest sense of fashion). “You’re even more beautiful than I thought,” Noa murmured as he feasted upon Mokuba’s well-sculpted chest with his eyes.

Mokuba released a deep moa, arching his back as Noa licked a nipple and then enclosed it in his scalding mouth. Another gasp when he bit it just enough to be slightly painful. Long fingers unzipped Mokuba’s black jeans, pulling them down to his knees. Noa’s hand slipped under the boxers and grasped Mokuba’s arousal.

Daaamn! the kid had grown up! In more ways than one!

As Noa stroked and pumped the pulsing flesh, Mokuba was on the verge of delirium. Sweat beads trickled down his forehead as he writhed in blissful agony, thrusting into Noa’s teasing hand. Something that felt like a necklace slipped over his ebony head but overbearing heat and nauseous ecstasy clouded his mind from deciphering what it was. “Noa, Noa, Noa,” he panted, hands shaking as he unbuttoned Noa’s jacket and flung it to the pillow covered floor.

Noa’s mouth returned to Mokuba’s, yearning to taste more of the jewel of Kaiba Corp. this time, Mokuba’s tongue became the invader, and Noa groaned longingly as his jewel experimented with the new sensations pulsating through his teenage body.

“How’s that, my little Mokuba?” Noa whispered, grasping the erection tighter.

“Mmm...”

“Do you want more?”

“Oh...hell, yeah!”

Mokuba lay gasping desperately for air as Noa laid a trail of wet kisses down that muscular chest and flat stomach. He chuckled deeply in this throat, long tongue dipping into the sensitive navel. Mokuba thrusted again, begging for release and not wanting it to end.

Without warning, Noa wrapped his lips around Mokuba’s hard length. “HOLY FUCK!!!” Mokuba screamed, blood-violet eyes shooting wide open as Noa kneaded the head with clever, wet lips. Mokuba threw his head back, black hair spilling over the pillows like dark blood upon snow, bucking into that hot mouth. He thrashed, fingers digging into the pillows as Noa deep throated him, and all the blood began a mad descent to his loins. “Oh...oh, gods, Noa...!” He was coming. He could feel it. No, not yet. This was not the way he wanted to come...

Suddenly, Mokuba jerked out of Noa’s grasp. Stunned, Noa couldn’t move until Mokuba shoved him on his hands and knees, the younger Kaiba overcome with erotic stimulation and the fact he was sick of being dominated over all the time. With a savage yell that just didn’t seem to belong to someone with such softness, Mokuba tore the rest of s cls clothes off. Noa’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when Mokuba leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “I hope you are ready for this, big brother.”

Nove ave a loud cry as Mokuba drove his cock straight to the hilt into the older Kaiba’s rear. For a minute, the two of them were very still, gulping in air, the intrusion as painful for Mokuba as it was for Noa. Then Mokuba began thrusting deeply, speed picking up little by little. Drops of sweat dripped from Noa’s face onto the pillows as Mokuba rammed his shaft into him again and again. Who would’ve thought, who would’ve guessed...that Seto’s younger, innocent brother would be so hot, so big, so good? “Harder, Mokuba!” Noa shouted, hardly able to breathe. “Oh, gods, harder!”

Mokuba’s rhythm deepened and he reached over and began pumping Noa’s own erection. Noa screamed and fell forward as these unbearable sensations shot through him, his pleasure doubled, the erotic stench of sex driving him wild.

“Hey, Noa, harder?” Mokuba teased in a voice that was far too deep, far too sexy to really be his.

“YES!” Noa yelled in breathless desperation.

A chuckle, almost sadistic. “You asked for it.”

Noa almost passed out from the intensity as Mokuba slammed into him with all he was worth. Again and again and again and again...driven by Noa’s wails of agony and pleasure. Mokuba leaned back, raven hair creating an ebony waterfall down his back, nerve endings consumed in flames. Finally, with a last hoarse yell, he plunged over the precipice of orgasm, taking Noa with him. Semen and blood spilled into Noa and all over the surrounding pillows as the two of them lay panting, shaking with afterglow.

Then slowly, much to Noa’s disappointment, Mokuba pulled out of him. Noa looked up into the face of his new lover, which was flushed with shame, blood-violet eyes swimming with guilt. “Moku-chan?” Noa was confused as to why Mokuba wouldn’t be happy after experiencing something so...wonderful.

“I’m sorry, Noa,” Mokuba whispered. “I...I didn’t mean to lose control like that.”

Immediately, Noa wrapped his arms around Mokuba’s shoulders like he did once years ago, nuzzling his hair. “I have no regrets, my love, my little Mokuba.”

Once more, tears formed in those large blood-violet eyes as the 17-year-old turned around and buried his face in Noa’s chest. “Noa, promise me you won’t ever leave me. Promise me.”

Noa gently kissed top top Mokuba’s ebony hair. “I promise, my dark raven. I will always be with you.”

After a few more hours of bliss, the lovers slept, contented, amongst the many thousands of white pillows.

And a few feet away lay a necklace with a certain older brother’s picture in its locket, abandoned, forgotten.

~*~Owari~*~