Rating: NC-17 for language, gratuitous sexual situations, incestual relationship




“Big brother? Come play a game with me.”



Seto Kaiba looked up form the report he was currently working on. His brother stood in the front of him, a fresh cup of hot tea in hand. “Is that for me?” he asked, trying to get around Mokuba’s request.



“Only if you promise to play.” There was a definite gleam in the boy’s eyes; Seto knew Mokuba would never give up until he gave in.



“Fine. Can I have a few more minutes to finish this first? It should only take me 10 minutes.”



Mokuba thought about this for a moment, then handed his brother the tea, “Drink it while it’s still hot. You have 10 minutes...no more.”



Seto took the cup, drinking the hot liquid cautiously. It was sweeter than he normally preferred, but knowing that Mokuba had made it just for him, he said nothing.


The cup of tea was nearly empty and his time was running out Seto noticed. He had to finish looking over the papers in his hand, but the words over the last few minutes had become fuzzy. He closed his eyes attempting to clear his vision. It didn’t help and now his head felt as if it were stuffed with cotton.

“Mokuba, I hate to say this but I don’t think we’re going to play any games tonight. I don’t feel right.”


“Just close your eyes for a little while...I’m sure you’ll feel better soon.”

Seto's eyes closed and he laid his head down on the desk. Mokuba’s hand came up to brush the hair out of his brother’s face, testing how far out he was. After a few minutes he called Seto's name, getting no response, he turned and left the room.



~~~~~

Some where in the back of his mind he was slightly aware that something wasn’t right. The last thing he remembered was talking to Mokuba ‘Must have fallen asleep...so this is just a dream.’ Nevertheless, his body protested, this is too real.


The feel of a tight hand wrapped around him, stroking his hardened flesh, pulled him up out of the fog his mind was in. It was too real. A low moan escaped his mouth as he opened his eyes.



The room was dark with only the light from the hallway creeping under the door.



The feelings from between his legs had stopped further trying to convince him that I had been imagined. Then came the realization that his hands were tied down to the bedsides. A wave of panic came over him; memories from the past broke down the walls he had built up to hide them.



A smaller hand brushed up through his hair and a quite sound for silence whispered in his ear. “Mokuba?”



“It’s all right, you’re safe here.” This did nothing to calm his fears. The boy’s voice was different, low and husky, instead of his normal tone.



“Mokuba, what are you doing? Let me up from here.” He looked at Mokuba trying to see if there was anything wrong with him visibly. The bare lighting caused his normally gray eyes to shine near black, matching his hair. There was a definite gleam in them, which made Seto suddenly afraid of the innocent little boy who was his brother.



“I’m afraid not, at least not right now anyways.” His hand was still toying around in Seto's hair, he was looking down at him but to Seto it looked more as if he was looking through him.



“I’m sorry I fell asleep Mokuba, I didn’t mean to, but this is going too far.”



“You were supposed to sleep, that’s why I made you the tea. Sorry, I know it was too sweet. I had to put so much sugar in it to cover the taste.”



“You drugged me? With what?” Seto tried to sit up, wondering just what the hell was going on with his brother.



“Something I got from Marik. It was safe; I only gave you a little bit.”



He was still trying to struggle against the ties holding him down. There was a big problem here, especially if his brother was using anything given to him by that psycho Ishtar.



“Funny, you don’t seem to be having the same reaction I did...”



That was the problem. No wonder Mokuba was acting so strange. Seto could see it now, his eyes looked glazed over and there was a slight shining doped up expression on his face. ‘Mental note to self: As soon as I’m out of here, I’m going to kill that bastard, like I should have before.’ Seto took a deep breath to calm himself; he had to figure out a way to convince Mokuba to let him up. He ran down a list of the most common street drugs they had learned about in school in an attempt to figure out just what it was Mokuba had taken. Maybe he could talk him out of it.



“Mokuba, what reactions are you having?”



The smaller boy giggled, “It’s just like Marik said it would be...I’m getting what I want.” Mokuba had taken to unbuttoning his brother’s shirt, working slowly on the buttons. “That’s what it does...the drug...you get what you want.” He laughed again, “You want to know the best part...it’s not addictive at all.” His fingers continued undoing the buttons, running over the smooth material as he finished.



“All drugs are addictive Mokuba, that’s why they have doctors to give them out.” It was getting harder for him to think, the words Mokuba said kept coming to the front of his mind. ‘I’m getting what I want... what the hell does that mean?’ However, the thoughts became jumbled, pushed around, like his shirt moving off his chest by his little brother’s hands. The feel of the soft smooth skin of those hands sliding over his chest, lazily drawing patterns wasn’t helping either.



“What did you want? Mokuba, what was it you thought you needed that drug for?” He had to keep trying to reach him, as much as it scarred him that at this moment he already knew what his brother wanted.



“I want to play a game,” he sighed, “just you and me. If you win, I’ll let you go. If I win...I win.”



He didn’t like the sound of that at all. “What kind of game?”



“You have to agree first, other wise it won’t matter; I’ll just declare myself the winner.”



He thought about this, that maybe he could beat Mokuba at this game. Maybe he could finally convince him to stop all of this. “Okay Mokuba, I’ll play your game.”



“Good, I knew you would...”

 

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