Breathe

Title: Breathe
Author: Caged/Bloodmoon/Blood
Rating: NC17 (M for Mature)
Warnings: Adult Situations, Incest
Pairing: SetoxMokuba
Original Character: None
Spoilers: General Knowledge

Summary: It's Seto's 24th birthday and Mokuba takes advantage of the occurrence to drag Seto out of his office and into Karaoke! Unresolved emotions pulse helplessly to the surface on this night of celebration and awkward creativity.

DISCLAIMER: Yugi-ou is the property of Konami and Kazuki Takahashi. I am not making any profit from this publication. I am merely a fan borrowing the characters for a little fun.

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“Who the hell is he?” Seto grumbled while reading the artist of the song before him.

“Gackt... You don’t know who Gackt is?” Mokuba asked incredulously from his seat on the couch. Seto’s eyelid literally twitched at the question. “Ah, right, right. You wouldn’t,” he snickered. “He’s a pop-rockish singer; pretty popular. With both men and women. Remember that music video on my computer I got you to watch…that one time? It was quite a while ago.”

“That reject? Wasn’t he humping his band-mate?”1

“Well, yes, but… Oh come on, it’s just a song. It fits you perfectly,” Mokuba said with a mischievous grin, lounging back into the soft cushions, his arms propped open wide at his sides. He couldn’t miss even a second of this. How often would one get to see the CEO of Kaiba Corporation impersonating Camui Gackuto and singing “Papa Lapped a Pap Lopped”?2

Seto was not happy, and he tried to show that fully with his set frown. ‘What kind of lyrics are these?’ He wasn’t even sure if he could sing a normal song; he’d never been to karaoke. He didn’t even sing in the shower.

He glanced up at Mokuba, meeting his amused, grey eyes. Seto smiled, in spite of himself, pushing his hair back. “What the hell. Just let me have another drink and I’ll start this show.”

Mokuba grinned in response and gave short yell, doing all that he could to repress the shiver that traveled up his spine. This would be so fun. Too bad Seto did not know just how much his little brother would be enjoying his performance. Even if Seto stood completely still during the song, it wouldn’t matter, the words alone coming from the gruff brunette’s lips would be enough. Mokuba was absolutely giddy as Seto slammed his drink down, clearing his throat. He whistled when Seto grabbed the mic in an attempt to be dramatic.

The music started—low enough to sing over easily—and Seto wet his lips, avidly watching the screen for the scrolling lyrics to appear. Even if he wasn’t a great singer, he wanted to at least try to let go. This was supposed to be his day, after all, and only Mokuba was here to see. So, why not let the wine get to him a little? Through the first verse his own voice surprised him a little; it wasn’t so bad. Mokuba’s catcalls were embarrassing, but not so bad either. Encouraged, he fell into the suggestive lyrics, even allowing a small sway into his hips.3 It’s amazing how the events of a normal day can suddenly change direction. Earlier that morning Seto never would have dreamed he’d ever let himself be coerced into visiting some small karaoke pub, or that he would unwind enough to be swaying to rock music and singing a sex song in front of his little brother.

The morning had not started any different than the day before, except that there were no special events or VIP clients scheduled. It was shaping up to be a simple and boring day where one might indulge in paperwork alone. There was the small matter of it being his birthday, but he had forgotten that until around noon when Mokuba came to see him in his office.

“Ni-sama,” he addressed with that too formal pre-fix, sticking his head into the plain office after a single knock, “Good afternoon.”

Glancing up, Seto acknowledged the younger male through eye contact, saying only, “Mokuba.” He returned to his paperwork, knowing Mokuba would not take offense. After 19 years, Mokuba understood the CEO’s quirks and silent insinuations more than anyone.

“Aren’t you going to lunch?” Mokuba moved inside, closing the door quietly behind him.

“I planned on it,” Seto said, remembering that he had planned on it at some point in the morning, just like he had planned on having more than coffee for breakfast. Now, he planned to eat after this boring day was over with; if he was especially diligent, that might be before dark.

Mokuba frowned. He wasn’t falling for that excuse. “It’s 1 o’clock already.” Seto nodded to show he knew this. Mokuba was silent for a few minutes, staring at Seto’s back with displeasure. He had come to visit Seto at work with the sole purpose of getting him out of the office. Now, it appeared he would have to be extra convincing, and if that didn’t work, then he would simply drag him along.

“Stop working for a while and we’ll go eat together,” Mokuba suggested casually.

“Now?”

“Yes, now, I’m starving and I’m sure you are, too. Besides, it’s your birthday; you shouldn’t be in here all day.” At all, if Mokuba could have his say. Now was the time for a lecture, if ever there was a time. “You work yourself like a slave here. You’re the C E O; can’t you schedule some off time on your own birthday? You should take better care of yourself! Honestly, you’re always so pale… You worry me sometimes, you know?” His hands had moved to his hips of their own accord, his mouth closing into a scowl.

Seto blinked in surprised silence after the short tirade, having looked up from his papers partway through. Mokuba could get so heated over the smallest things. Instead of answering, he responded with a small realization, “Oh yes, it is my birthday.” He was officially 24.

Mokuba stared at him silently; just as he’d thought. How did one forget their own birthday? “Yes, it is, and that’s why you’re coming with me to lunch.”

“Mokuba, I’ve still got some things I need to fin…hey…” he started, as the determined youth marched to his side, grabbing his arm securely.

“It’s all taken care of; everyone already knows you’re going to take the rest of the day off,” Mokuba assured him, grinning slyly as he dragged him up out of the chair. It was easy since Seto was providing no resistance.

“What? Who said I was going to do that?” Seto frowned, but didn’t yet fight the pull on his arm.

“I did, and you’re going to agree. It’s your birthday and I won’t accept no for an answer.”

The brunette sighed. He could fight that, if he really wanted to, but the truth was quite the opposite. If Mokuba wanted to take him out to eat, then that was fine by him. It was stretching it a little to say he’d have the rest of the day off, but he would see what could be done about that over lunch.

“All right, all right. Let me get my coat.” Mokuba grinned triumphantly.


As it went, that argument over lunch didn’t go the way Seto had hoped. Instead of convincing his little brother that the food was sufficient and there was still work to be done, Mokuba had jumped him with yet another surprise for the afternoon. They would spend the rest of the day together, relaxing at home before setting out around 6 pm to make their reservations.

Seto wasn’t told where they were going until they were already on site and Mokuba dragged him from the limousine in the long coat and hat he’d been told to wear. The raven-haired teen wore a similar getup, in an attempt to keep a low profile. Mokuba hated the idea of Seto being accosted on the street by some giddy girl, some rabid fan, or worse, someone who was against Seto. It would put too much of a damper on the night, breaking the carefully cultivated atmosphere Mokuba had put his heart into arranging.

Seto’s reaction to the karaoke club, with its individual rooms for reservation and commoner atmosphere, was priceless.

“Karaoke? Why are we here?” He might have complained further, but Mokuba didn’t listen, checking with the desk to make sure their room was indeed vacant.

“It’ll be fun, c’mon. And I’ll get to show off my singing,” he said playfully, showing his tongue briefly. Seto frowned, looking around himself as if the building were foreign in design, the people speaking another language. His eyes lingered disapprovingly on a young woman with spiked red and black hair laughing boisterously with her group. Mokuba just rolled his eyes at his brother and took his arm to lead him away.

When they reached the room Mokuba sat down the bag he’d brought with him before locking their door. From it he extracted a brand new bottle of imported wine and two glasses. Mokuba wasn’t technically old enough to drink yet—almost 20, but not quite—, but Seto allowed him a glass every now and again. Seto himself rarely drank, except lightly on special occasions. Mokuba had secretly guessed Seto might need a little help to relax and get into the right mood before he would really give in and sing.

Mokuba would never have guessed how well that might turn out, that the poised Seto from earlier could become the Seto he was currently watching. He had never seen his brother act like this before. It was more than a little refreshing. He seemed to be giving himself completely over to the music, his voice flowing sweetly, sensually from his mouth, complimented by the slight sway of slender hips. Was he drunk already? He had only seen him finish one wine glass during the few songs Mokuba had sung first.

Regardless of why, the performance was entrancing for the audience of one. Mokuba’s silvery eyes swept over the vision before him in fascination, fighting to keep the blush from his cheeks. He bit his bottom lip softly, watching the quick movements of Seto’s lips as they formed the sensual words. His heart was beating a little too fast. It seemed to stop completely as he listened to the current words:

“At the ends of the earth where we met
I won't let anyone interfere
Like gravity pulling us towards each other
Someday I'll be your moon”

Those verses especially affected at him, weighing heavily upon his already nervous thoughts. His next song he wanted to sing was one of his own, but he wouldn’t tell that to Seto. He had planned to pick a song with similar music—he already knew of one—to what he wanted, and claim it was a song he liked. It wouldn’t be a big deal if Seto didn’t know of the band; he didn’t even know who Gackt was until Mokuba told him. He had planned this situation weeks ago, Seto’s birthday being the only excuse he could think of to get them both to such a place. Even then it had seemed a long shot. Now, all he needed was a healthy dose of courage. His eyes fell on his own partially full wine glass. He supposed that could certainly work as supplement.


Mokuba grinned, clapping his hands together as the song ended. “You should go into the business,” he chided warmly.

“Hardly,” Seto replied, looking slightly hesitant as he sat the mic down. “I wasn’t that bad, was I?”

“Not at all. I never knew you could roll your hips like that, Nii-sama,” he said with a snicker.

If he was anyone else, Seto might have blushed, embarrassed as that comment made him. Instead, he cleared his throat, walking over to the couch and falling to sit beside Mokuba. He spread his legs for comfort; their knees bumping slightly. After a moment of silence, he finally replied, “Neither did I, actually.” He grinned when Mokuba burst into sudden laughter at the awkward confession. “That’s enough; it’s your turn now,” he said in hopes of changing the subject, but he was still smiling as he looked away from Mokuba’s amused expression.

“Right, right. Should I dance, too?” Seto’s face darkened at the question. Mokuba rose his hands up in surrender, “Okay, I’ll be quiet.” He stood up quickly, rushing forward to grab the microphone and set up his music.

“All right, I’m going to sing “Breathe” by a band called,” he looked at the computer, pretending to check, but really he was trying to remember the name of the fake band he had planned to use. In a moment of stage-fright, Mokuba wracked his mind for the name, his heart rate increasing substantially before it returned. “Soul-Searching.” To try to cover up the few seconds of unexplained silence, Mokuba added, “It’s not nearly as upbeat as yours was.” Seto scoffed, crossing his arms. He took another sip of his wine, seemingly unaware that half of his glass was mysteriously gone. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice.

Mokuba smiled over the nausea that suddenly threatened him. Here he was, exactly where his plans had meant to place him: in front of Seto, mic in hand and the song he wrote burned into his mind. The actual lyrics were written months before during one of his late nights. He had been entertaining a ridiculous thought, etched into his mind by the simple exclamations of some girl—he had not learned her name—who attended his same college class.

It seemed to him that most girls were the same when it came to love; they would become giddy and shy, easily wooed by words of passion. On that particular day, Mokuba had arrived extra early to prepare himself for his class and gain some time to think. It annoyed him greatly when, soon after, a small group of other students entered the classroom. All of them were girls, giggling to one another and covering their mouths with slender fingers. They seemed to have some purpose, and though Mokuba tried to ignore them, it was impossible. He took to eaves dropping out of sheer contempt for their breaking his solitude.

“Let us see!” one whispered fiercely.

“I can’t believe he wrote you a poem! How romantic!” another said breathlessly.

“My boyfriend would never do that,” the next mumbled.

“If mine did, I don’t think I’d want to read it anyway,” the fourth said, grinning devilishly. All four laughed, obviously to some inside joke. Most likely her boyfriend could not write a poem to save his illiterate life. Yes, he had been in a sour mood then.

His attention heightened slightly when the girl read the verses aloud. His thoughts were silenced easily at the beautiful words, the hidden rhythm and elegant flow stole his breath. Just who was her boyfriend anyhow? It sounded quite professional, as far as the young Kaiba was concerned. He glanced at the girl as she finished reading. Her face was flushed a soft pink, the sweetest expression in her eyes as her friends congratulated her for finding such a romantic man. Mokuba’s interest suddenly fell away along with his glance, his expression turning troubled. She was in love and happy. She was not alone. His eyes closed as he rested his head on his arms, sinking into silent despair. Would he ever get to know what that felt like? To be happily in love and loved in return by the one he dreamed about? So far, life seemed severely set against that possibility.

For 19 years his nights had remained the same. Other than those few years as a child that he had shared covers with his older brother, Mokuba had slept alone. Sure there were plenty of potential partners for one reason or another and a city full of people who would happily share the bed of a Kaiba, even for just one night, but that was not what Mokuba wanted. Some hollow relationship based upon money and the act of sex was not his definition of love. Love was a precious thing, it was personal, and it was rare. Not everyone found their other half, but he’d found his. It was merely a fluke, a glitch in fate that he had found his so early; even if the situation was crushingly unfair. But once he was sure of it, no one else would do. Kaiba Seto, his older brother, the most eligible bachelor in all of Domino City and most likely Japan, itself—possibly even further—was also the one Mokuba loved most in every way.

Seto being his older brother really did not matter; Mokuba knew what he felt. But he had never had the courage to come out directly to Seto and he’d even come to the conclusion that he never would. This little idea hit him when he realized how close Seto’s birthday was. The lyrics were already written and the situation could be arranged somehow, since Seto’s birthday would make a grand excuse for Mokuba dragging him to such a place. Everything had gone perfect; everything led up to this specific moment when those words were supposed to finally be released from his mouth. He licked his lips, turning on the music. His palms shook slightly.

The words gave away nothing if Seto did not feel the same way. There was no threat of spilling his heart only to see his object of affection disgusted and shocked at his confession. The night would go on after his performance; there would be more songs and more fun. Everything would be all right, even if nothing came of this. If his words reached Seto, then things would be set in motion when he responded to the call, if he responded. With a heavy heart and a fluttering stomach, Mokuba opened his mouth, closing his eyes as he began to sing,


“I feel a little bold tonight
And I’ve got a lot to say.
I cannot waste another day
With this resting on my tongue.
What others think will never matter,
If we keep this to ourselves.
For you, my soul, my heart,
and everything you see…

Let it be your secret,
Let me hide away;
Deep inside of you,
Behind locked doors,
Beneath the sheets,
I will be your only.

I’m feeling pretty hot tonight,
I’m wanting something new.
I guess I’ll say it simply:
I want to get with you.
It’s your smell, your look; it stirs me up
Until I can’t come down.
I know each time you’re near me,
This will never stop, and I will not look back…

Let me be your secret,
Let me hide away;
Deep inside of you,
Behind locked doors,
Beneath your sheets,
I will be your prey.

For too long, we have walked this road of pain
But I feel a little stronger every time you say my name…
(say my name)

I just want to say,
You take my pain away.
But in this place I feel too much,
On my own, I’m drowning.
How long can I hold my breath?
Come and take my hand…

Let me be your secret…
Let me hide away…
Deep inside of you…
Behind locked doors…
Beneath the sheets I will keep you warm…
(I will keep you warm…)”


When the music stopped, Mokuba remained standing, swaying slightly. He attempted to rein in all the emotions the song—everything behind the song—had set loose. It was painful, but he managed, opening his eyes and smiling sadly, “Did I do okay?” He laughed a little, wiping at the sudden wetness on his cheek, “I know it’s a corny love song and all, but…this song gets me every time…” He uttered a few more huffs of laughter.

He looked up at Seto, desperate to keep everything in so that it would not show in his eyes. Would those cobalt eyes give him a response? He saw nothing. He felt tiny shivers of fear pass over him as Seto stared back at him in silence for the longest moment, his expression unreadable. It reminded him of the look one might give a displayed insect, one of morbid fascination when presented with the death of something beautiful.

The silence was too fragile. His heart restricted painfully in his chest and he could no longer return that stare. Mokuba wiped his eyes, returning to his place on the couch, keeping his thin smile. He jerked away when Seto’s hand brushed his cheek. Seto slowly moved his hand back to Mokuba’s face, his fingers running across smooth, slightly flushed skin, studying him quietly.

“You have absolutely no tolerance,” Seto said suddenly, smiling softly. “You only had a wine glass and a half and you’re already at your limit.” His fingers shifted, running up through Mokuba’s hair, the younger male leaning into the touch unabashedly. “And it seems you’re what one would call an ‘emotional drunk.’”

Mokuba smiled, laughing quietly. It was funny…it really was. He did feel a bit off, slightly dizzy. It was surely too much wine that made his smile fade and his laughter fall to little sobs as he hid his face in his brother’s side. It had to be the wine; otherwise, he would feel too much like a fool.

After some minutes of Seto rubbing the teen’s back, he finally pushed Mokuba away gently. He tousled the sniffling male’s hair before saying, “Maybe I can sober you up with another song. One that isn’t sad. Let’s keep having fun and then there won’t be anything to make you cry. All right?” His soft smile never left his face.

Mokuba nodded, wiping his eyes thoroughly. He really did feel foolish for crying in Seto’s lap like he was still 10 years old. As he watched Seto stand and pick up the mic without hesitation, he finally smiled again. Seto hadn’t seemed to get the message, but at least the night wasn’t turning out that bad. Seto looked like he had loosened up greatly. At least they were having fun.


It was 10:45 pm before the two Kaibas finally left. They might have stayed longer if neither had thought to check the time, only to be shocked at how long the excursion had kept them busy. Mokuba was feeling much better about his whole situation, despite no positive response from Seto. The day had still gone incredibly well; for once Seto was smiling as they chatted in the limousine, actually laughing as they relived the recent events at the karaoke center. Some of the events had never been witnessed, and most likely would never be again; that is, unless Seto did not forget about the great time he had. There was the smuggest tone in the brunette’s voice each time his newfound singing ability was mentioned. They had discovered one of his secret talents, and Seto was readily enjoying the afterglow.

Mokuba was still laughing at the brunette as they exited the limousine. “If you’re so proud of it, we can always start a band. We’ll be a hit,” he teased. “The Kaibas, businessmen by day, rock stars by night!” He didn’t even have to look at Seto to feel the ugly look he was given.

“Without a doubt: no,” Seto answered swiftly. Mokuba just shook his head.

The estate was all but deserted, the only others present being the always-there security guards. They were currently not in sight. Seto raised his sapphire eyes, pinpointing one of the many hidden security cameras installed around the grounds; always on, and supposedly there was always someone watching through them. He fell silent, walking behind his brother up the path and into the mansion.

Right away, Mokuba had the lights on, stepping into the warm house before his brother. The house was quiet, eerily so after the night they had just had. The sound of the front door closing seemed too loud. A loud sigh from behind him caught Mokuba’s attention and he blinked in surprise at how weary it sounded. What surprised him even more was the sudden pressure between his shoulder blades as Seto settled his weight against Mokuba’s back, his chin lying over his shoulder.

“Um…nii-sama, are you drunk?” It was all Mokuba could think of to ask. This was not normal behavior for the brunette. He was, however, thankful Seto could not see his face because with the suddenness of the situation, the color in his cheeks could not be suppressed. Seto was so warm. No, he was hot, like a fire pressed into Mokuba’s back. He swallowed the lump in his throat, keeping his breathing steady as best he could. Little good it did him when Seto decided to wrap his arms about his little brother.

“Maybe a little. Help me to my room, okay?” He said this quietly, his voice vibrating the sensitive nerves in Mokuba’s neck.

“Yeah, okay. But we have to get our coats and shoes off first,” Mokuba replied before biting his lip and forcing himself out of Seto’s arms—the only place he really wanted to be.

For a supposedly drunken man—even slightly so—Seto seemed to have little trouble walking, and each step toward the silent man’s room only proved to tighten Mokuba’s chest. Too many things had taken place for Mokuba that night for him to go into Seto’s room normally. He was prepared to leave Seto at the door and make the trip to his own room.

“It’s only 11, there’s still plenty of time left for us,” Seto said, surprised at Mokuba who seemed too eager to get to his ownroom. He opened his door, beckoning for the teen to come inside the still dim room.

It seemed everything Seto was saying sounded suggestive to the younger male. It was driving him crazy enough that he almost refused the offer, but then, how could he possibly turn down any invitation from Seto? He attempted a smile, closing his eyes briefly as he complied, walking past Seto’s outstretched arm holding the door and into the vast, darkened room. With his back to the door, he froze as he heard the sharp click of it locking. ‘Oh gods,’ he thought suddenly, only one thing coming to mind that would warrant the door being locked, especially since they were the only ones there. He wouldn’t jump to conclusions; he would not…

“Mokuba,” said a voice dripping with honey, right behind him. Every muscle in the teen’s body refused to move as he felt that presence shift closer. Lean arms slipped under his own, gently running across his sides to encircle his stomach. He could not breathe when burning lips brushed against the cusp of his ear. “Can you keep a secret?” Seto asked in the lowest of whispers, hot breath touching the sensitive skin beneath his mouth, sending easily felt shivers up the smaller body.

In shock, Mokuba did not answer. Instead, his rigid muscles loosened, his body melting back into the strong arms around him. A shameless gasp shook him as liquid fire licked the back of his ear and that voice insisted again, “Can you, Mokuba?”

He licked his lips, and then bit down only to wince. It seemed this was not a dream, and there was no way to misunderstand what Seto was implying. It even made reference to the song… “Y…yes,” he said, stumbling over the simple word.

The gateway was now open; there could be no more doubts in what the other felt and no more hiding. Mokuba was losing an emotional battle—and gladly—and Seto was not any better. The brunette’s closed eyes rose to slits, taking in the barely tanned skin before him. He nuzzled Mokuba’s bare neck up past the hairline behind his ear before sinking back down. He pressed his face into the soft intersection of shoulder and neck, inhaling the overpowering, sweet scent that was Mokuba. Every little thing he did seemed to increase the teen’s heartbeat. Encouraged, Seto opened his mouth over the flesh of his shoulder, biting softly before sucking at the now moist surface. His tongue circled the skin in his mouth, his teeth and the pressure of the suction softly bruising the sensitive surface, soon producing a pleasant red color. With the making of that love mark, Mokuba was officially branded his.

In a rush, Seto’s mouth attacked Mokuba’s neck again, sharp teeth nibbling skillfully up to the base of his ear. His ear was bitten, licked and then ravished by eager lips and an intrusive tongue. Long fingers found their way beneath Mokuba’s shirt, splaying out against the taunt stomach, pressing momentarily into the open navel. Firm hands felt along curved ribs and further up. He pressed forward, fitting his front to Mokuba’s back, slit eyes watching the pleasure unfolding across his brother’s face.

The whimpering mewls of a virgin filled Seto’s ears, threatening what little control he had managed to salvage. He pressed forward again, more forcefully now, coaxing the beauty against him to move forward.

“The bed,” he breathed, momentarily unlatching himself from his meal to get his point across.

Mokuba’s knees threatened to buckle at any moment, sharp waves of pure bliss flowing over him. His mind dared to wander how he could handle anything more intimate with Seto if this alone was overwhelming. But he wanted more. The brunette was simply incredible at everything he did; his mouth seemed to not need breath, continuously in motion. His hands knew just where to touch, those long fingers now handling both of his nipples with equal precision; touching, pressing. Somehow he managed a step forward, momentarily separating from the heat along his back; he took a smaller step next to prevent this unwanted distance.

Mokuba found himself bare-chested when his back hit the comforter, his arms lying above his head. In the next instant Seto moved over him in a manner comparable to that of a feline, his knees settling on either side of Mokuba’s hips, his hands slipping into the disheveled raven strands spread out on the sheets beneath him. He cupped the back of Mokuba’s head, angling his back down to press his face closer. Parted lips hovered too close to Mokuba’s own, every part of him ready for that connection. He stared passionately into burning blues which seemed to question this. He did not wait for Seto to resume the flow, lifting his lips the millimeters higher to lock with his brother’s in their first kiss. Azure eyes bore into dark silver, their lips gentle and achingly slow, making mutually sure this moment would never fade and all doubts would fall. The slightest notion of doubt might break this course even now.

Tenderness dissolved into desire, tangible and desperate; this had been too long in the making. Slender arms locked behind Seto’s neck, pulling him closer. Seto’s tongue glided forward into Mokuba’s waiting, open mouth to meet an eager tongue. The slick muscles connected, melting together into one moving, living thing. They parted briefly, both gasping for breath. Mokuba took advantage of this, slipping his hands down under Seto’s shirt, easily pushing it over his head before tossing it beyond his peripheral vision into the dark recesses of Seto’s room. He imbedded trembling fingers into the now tousled brown hair, staring up at his panting brother with an open mouth. Moonlight and shadows played intimately across pale. Mokuba’s fingers ached to do the same.

“Nii-sama,” he breathed, tugging Seto down for another taste. Mokuba’s hands fell to Seto’s shoulders, kneading the muscles there and feeling his shoulders shift in appreciation. He felt along his backbone, mapping out every detail. As he reached the base of his spine, Seto growled softly. He pulling them both further onto the bed to give himself the length to lie across Mokuba fully, the teen parting his legs for his brother’s hips. Slick skin came together under pressure, the friction begging for some movement as both brother felt the other’s reaction.

Mokuba was the first to move, raising his hips to press eagerly against Seto’s heat. Mokuba’s face was a continuous blush, the color deepening at how hard Seto felt against his own restricted erection. His brother’s expression reflected his own hungry gaze; Seto was just as much in need as Mokuba was and that idea in itself was ecstasy. In a bold movement, the teen found his brother’s hips and slipped his hands between their stomachs. Seto lifted his hips slightly, understanding as Mokuba swiftly undid Seto’s pants. He felt high at the idea of what he was about to do, his breath quickening expectantly against Seto’s mouth.

His hands slipped inside, gooseflesh covering his arms when his fingers brushed over Seto’s erect member. He removed its full length from the restricting fabric, fingers encircling the throbbing flesh. Seto rocked his hips slightly, all but asking the youth to continue and finish what he had planned to start. He stroked the heated skin softly at first, gauging his brother’s reactions before increasing the pressure and pace. He was not completely sure what to do for Seto, but he knew what worked his own, and with that knowledge, he developed a rhythm.

He did not expect Seto to move with him, pressing down onto his hand and his own crotch beneath. Mokuba’s gasp broke their kiss, the shock of the motion sending shivers up his spine. Seto did not let him go for long, his mouth allowing the younger male some air as it attacked his taunt, exposed throat, again pressing his hips down. He soon recaptured the swollen lips with barely concealed ferocity. His eyes were dark with impatient hunger.

It felt good; extremely good and Mokuba wanted more. He resumed his hands’ pace in trying to pleasure his brother, and again those hips thrust downward onto him. This time he did not stop, doing his best to make Seto move again. He spread his legs further out, turning his own hips so the movement would feel even better. Seto’s thrusts increased in speed, coming faster into Mokuba’s hands, pressing down with more force to better press into his spread legs. Mokuba’s hands eventually pulled away, slipping to hold his own legs apart and letting Seto move against him. He came before Seto, throwing his head severely back, moaning in pleasure as the hot substance soaked the inside of his pants. He couldn’t even speak enough to call out to his brother.

Seto followed soon after, groaning deep in his throat as he suddenly quickened his thrusts before staying pressed firmly against Mokuba’s crotch as he came. Mokuba lay panting, his chest heaving with all the new sensations. He could feel Seto’s own release soaking into his pants. He barely noticed when Seto moved down over him, stopping over the button of his pants. When Mokuba glanced at him through vision spotted white, his heart jumped at the sly smile that formed over Seto’s lips. Keeping eye contact with Mokuba, he leaned down, gripping the rough fabric with his canines and pulled up, undoing the single button easily. His fingers quickly handled the zipper before removing the dirtied pants and boxers beneath.

Mokuba’s face flushed solid as he watched his brother stare. Seto licked his lips slowly. It was almost unbearable when Seto looked up at him again, opening his mouth and extending his tongue in an obvious display before sinking down to lick away the sticky remains of Mokuba’s ejaculation. He held his breath, watching and feeling—most of all feeling!—that tongue stroke the base of his penis before completely enveloping it into his mouth. This was plenty enough to make him achingly hard all over again. Mokuba was soon panting, turning his head from side to side unpredictably, especially when Seto started that suction. Cruelly, Seto stopped before Mokuba could come again. Instead, he sat up and beckoned for Mokuba to come to him. As dizzy as he was, Mokuba could not refuse, rising to a sitting position and falling forward into Seto’s arms. The brunette clutched at Mokuba, leaning down to kiss him gently, nibbling on his bottom lip.

“Lie on your stomach,” he said softly, kissing the side of Mokuba’s mouth. He nodded, eyes dark with passion as he rolled to his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows.

Seto kissed the back of his neck tenderly, feeling the boy shiver in response. He kissed a searing line down Mokuba’s spine, applying teeth at his discretion and eliciting varied cries of pleasure as he mapped the sensitive patterns along his back. When he reached the small of Mokuba’s back, his brother seemed to be so relaxed he might have purred were he able, instead he softly moaned, pressing himself intermittently into the mattress. Seto continued moving slowly down with lips and tongue, hands gently massaging the sensitive skin around his hips then at his thighs. He flicked his tongue out once reaching the start of the valley beyond Mokuba’s back, licking a line down into his crack, stopping only when he reached the small opening hidden within. He brought his thumbs below either cheek and parted them. Seto licked his lips before kissing the it, feeling Mokuba shudder automatically. Seto watched as Mokuba laid his head down, his arms at angles beside him. Mokuba seemed ready to melt into the sheets. Seto extended his tongue, wetting the area thoroughly before suddenly pressing inside the ring of muscle. His tongue curled, tasting Mokuba’s fevered insides, the muscle twisting in continuous movement. Saliva dripped down across burning skin to fall soundlessly on the sheets. Mokuba’s back arched, his toes curling from the incomparable new sensations, his hands gripping at the bed sheets as the most delightful, breathless whimpers escaped him.

Seto stopped only when Mokuba was copiously wetted and no longer clenched against his entering. Seto teased him deviously with a single fingertip, testing his acceptance before slipping his slickened middle finger in to his knuckle. Mokuba tighted around him instantly and Seto could see his testicles restricting as Mokuba hovered on the edge of release. His own tighted dangerously, his pulsing flesh twitching in need. He had to compose himself with a few steady breaths before continuing. He lid one hand beneath Mokuba’s front, grasping the burning, soft skin. He tugged on it teasingly and Mokuba moaned his name, raising his hips invitingly. Seto groaned as he edged again toward losing control of his pace. He would be done for the moment he slipped inside if he wasn’t careful. With only two more strokes Mokuba slipped again into ecstacy, coating Seto’s hand in slick white. Seto’s stomach clenched. He took advantage of Mokuba’s release, replacing his single finger with two now drenched in semen stretching the muscle with care.

Mokuba panted beneath him, his skin glistening with sweat from the energy lost in cumming twice already. Mokuba struggled to catch his breath and his thoughts, feeling near delirium from the pleasure he’d already experienced. He couldn’t let himself get lost; he wanted to remember every caress, every noise from his partner. Despite it all, he craved more. Even after releasing only moments before, he was already feeling the blood rush to his groin again with Seto’s intimate caresses. Within minutes he was fully swollen and ready to go again.
Once Mokuba could handle three fingers fully with no hint of complaint, Seto felt confident he could advance further without causing his brother too much pain. Playfully, he licked and nipped at one buttock, gaining Mokuba’s attention. He raised his body over Mokuba, sliding up until Mokuba could turn his head so they were face to face. He kissed Mokuba fiercely, licking his quivering lips.

Mokuba shivered pleasantly as his brother grazed his skin with his teeth. He sucked on Seto’s tongue as they kissed, moaning in obvious delight as he felt Seto’s burning flesh press against his upper thigh. He wriggled, rubbing up against Seto. Seto responded with a shuddering breath against his mouth, his erection twitched demandingly. His eyes shined devilishly, questioning as he pushed back.Mokuba couldn’t suppress the hunger in his veins, staring expectantly through his haze of passion.

“I want to be…on my back,” he said breathlessly, “I want to be able to look at you, and kiss you…”

Seto returned his heated gaze, lips softening in a warm smile. “Yes, of course,” he agreed, peeling himself from Mokuba’s side to give him room to turn over beneath him.

Seto took a moment to finish removing his pants before kneeling between Mokuba’s parted knees. Their eyes locked in the charged atmosphere. Seto reached down to stroke himself gently, spreading what remained of his previous release and the precum that continued to dribble copiously from his tip for extra lubrication. He watched Mokuba catch his breath, staring longingly at his hand. He couldn’t suppress a predatory grin as he pushed Mokuba’s legs up so his knees bent closer to his chest to make entrance easier for them both. Seto’s erection hovered inches from Mokuba’s divided cheeks, his opening twitching expectantly. Mokuba extended his arms, pulling the brunette down over him when he felt Seto press down lightly against his entrance for the first time. Mokuba took in a long breath and slowly let it out in an attempt to relax; this would be his first time and he was aware it would hurt at first. He wanted to be as mentally prepared as possible.

“Nii-sama,” he whispered suddenly, his voice husky next to Seto’s ear, “I love you.”

“I love you, Mokuba.” Seto covered Mokuba’s mouth with his own, swallowing the strained sounds he made as Seto eased his hips forward slowly. Seto paused after the head was inside, separating his lips slightly from Mokuba momentarily as he closed his eyes. Mokuba clutched at him as Seto continued the slide further, deeper into his body, releasing small cries as he stretched around that scorching flesh. When he finally could go no further, Seto was still for several seconds as several small shudders passed over him. The sensation of being fully sheathed inside of Mokuba, that incredible heat and pressure, was ecstasy. He remembered to move when Mokuba wrapped long legs around him and initiated another kiss, slipping his tongue into Seto’s mouth eagerly. Mokuba squirmed against Seto, flicking slender hips upward in a sensual plea, grey eyes glistening up at him.

Seto’s will power left him as if that look had stolen it, his lips crashing down ferociously over Mokuba’s, overtaking the slick tongue already in his own mouth. In the same instant, he pulled his hips back, his penis aching angrily as it was removed from Mokuba’s heat, only to thrust forward quickly, pressing firmly against Mokuba’s thighs. Mokuba’s head jerked as if threatening to shift backward at the sudden sensation, but Seto would not allow the separation, his mouth holding fast to those lips, his body pressing downward to keep him from moving away.

Seto’s pace started fast, hips thrusting then pulling back without pause, grinding down on just as eager hips that came up to meet him. Mokuba quickly adjusted to match the set speed, moving with instinctive precision, chest rising and falling rapidly against his brother’s slick skin. His legs wound tighter around Seto’s waist, locking to drag the brunette as close, as deep, as possible with every movement.

Seto shifted, pressing his knees beneath his lover to raise his backside higher. He felt slick skin slide against him and listened to the delicious suction sounds of wet movement. He never paused, moving one hand down to pull Mokuba’s cheeks apart in an attempt to maneuver deeper inside, his engorged balls smacking against Mokuba’s bottom with each thrust. He simply could not get deep enough. Seto was on fire; he was going crazy with the pressure building up inside of him even as he felt desperate to have more of it. He shuddered suddenly, his muscles restricting and his motions becoming frantic in the final moments before he released his control.

“M…Moku..ba,” he growled, his mouth still open and fighting for control against Mokuba’s. His lover responded in earnest, occupied lips releasing an airy sigh, his silver eyes dark and lost within the moment.

Seto was the first to come this time, finally breaking the kiss to bury his face into Mokuba’s hair, panting against the side of his neck as he released inside of him in a burst of liquid fire. Mokuba was lost the moment Seto came crying out desperately as a blinding shock of pleasure overtook him, generating what little more stimulation he needed to send him soaring over the edge for the third time. His fingernails dug hard into Seto’s shoulder blades, creating deep crescents in the skin, his mouth open wide against his brother’s shoulder as he tried to breathe. The pair shared the shockwaves of their orgasms, their hips moving on their own in small, quick motions.

Seto straightened his legs slowly, allowing them both to lay flat and rest for a bit. Mokuba struggled for breath, laying his arms back onto the comforter limply and letting his legs fall wide away from Seto. He closed his eyes. It was true what they said: sex could be exhausting. Seto stayed pressed onto him motionless for several moments after, silent except for his own heavy breathing. Once he could breathe more normally he turned his head, planting soft kisses beneath Mokuba’s ear, a playful tongue flicking out to taste salty skin. Mokuba shivered softly, nuzzling the cheek against the side of his face. He applied similar kisses to the brunette’s ear, pulling at the top cusp with gentle lips and a hint of teeth. His arms suddenly encircled Seto again, holding the larger male as tight as he could manage without violence.

“Mine,” he said possessively into the curve of his ear, kissing Seto’s jawbone and nuzzling against him. The brunette shook softly with quiet laughter at this, a hidden smile possessing his mouth.

“That I am,” he said in agreement, before pulling his face from Mokuba’s shoulder to hover tempting lips above his brother’s face. Azure eyes bore intensely into Mokuba’s, “Mine?”

Mokuba beamed, leaning up to connect their lips momentarily, “Yours.” He could not suppress a giggle when Seto settled his forehead against his, their noses touching before their lips did. The tender kiss lingered for several seconds before Seto rolling to the side and off of his little brother. Their skin slid apart in a slippery mess which elicited amused grimaces as they noticed the thick fluid sticking to their stomachs. As Seto pulled back further, both caught their breaths sharply, Seto wincing at the soft pleasantness that ran through him as he slipped out of Mokuba. Mokuba blushed from pleasure at the sensation, noticing vaguely that this caused a good portion of Seto’s come to leak out of him. He felt warm all over remembering that Seto had came inside him.

Seto rolled to his back, arms behind his head. Mokuba soon followed him, a little slowler as he tried not to aggravate his backside, laying his head and arm on Seto’s bare chest. The brunette smiled down at his lover, arms moving to encircle Mokuba solidly. Mokuba closed his eyes, snuggling closer. The moment passed in perfection, the brothers resting in comfortable silence.

When Seto next glanced down, he found the teen asleep. Slender fingers touched a smooth cheek, brushing tousled hair out of his sleeping lover’s face. Mokuba’s expression was soft and gentle, a smile still resting partially on slackened lips. The brunette folded the comforter from the middle of the large bed over his brother as best he could without waking him. Mokuba did not seem to be feeling any shame or guilt, even subconsciously as he slept. It was reassuring since Seto was acutely aware that he could not say he felt no guilt at all, but he would not turn away from this. Not after admitting so enthusiastically how he felt for the beauty in his arms. This warmth against his chest was his most delightful secret now and he would keep him to himself for as long as he lived.

“I love you, Mokuba,” he spoke softly into the dim room, turning to his side to further enfold Mokuba in his arms. In his sleep, Mokuba’s smile deepened.


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Caged (aka Blood or Bloodmoon) here. Breathe was originally my first posted lemon and I was nervous about it. I have recently altered my original version of this story somewhat; mostly I had fun inserting much more detail into the sex scene. Did you enjoy it? I think it works much better now. Please let me know your thoughts on the fic as a whole and the sex scene specifically if you have an opinion.

I like criticism, but not outright bashing. If you don’t like it, please tell me why along with a suggestion of how I can improve, if you have one. Otherwise, I’d just like to hear your opinions!

-Thank you!

References:
1 Yes, there is a video where Gackt is doing, or making it look like he is doing, this. XD If I’m not mistaken, there are a few, but this particular song Seto sings isn’t one of those. Btw, I am a Gackt fan…but it appears Seto doesn’t care for him. At least, before the song.

2 Below is the song “Papa Lapped a Pap Lopped” by Gackt for those of you who do not know the lyrics or where to find them. I personally love this song. ^_^

Like I've even completely forgotten drowning
"Make me mad..."
In the sheets, a nail stands on my trigger

Tracing the blazing moon, this kind of night is an unforgivable crime
Until you can't even breathe, I won't let you move an inch

With that hair and that pretty finger, you can unbearably make anyone care
If I'm looked at by those cloudy eyes
Then... I can't be patient any longer

I hold you, and from my lonely travels
To beyond the skies it's "sayounara"
Even a weightless relationship is okay
But still, you're
Absorbed in someone

With that voice and that hot sigh, you can beautifully make anyone your slave
If our wet bodies overlap each other
I can't... be patient any longer

At the ends of the earth where we met
I won't let anyone interfere
Like gravity pulling us towards each other
Someday I'll be your moon

I hold you, and from my lonely travels
To beyond the skies it's "sayounara"
Even a weightless relationship is okay
But still, you're
In the middle of traveling with someone.

3 Go Seto! : 3