“So what’s your game Mokuba?”

The preteen had stopped touching him and was now just sitting on the edge of the bed, starring at his brother’s chest.

“Mokuba? Mokuba, come back to me.” His brother was gone, taken away from him once again, even if not physically he was still missing and it hurt. He should have been paying more attention, should have kept him safe. Again, his fault Mokuba was hurting.

"I’m right here...was just waiting to see if it started working for you yet.”

“I don’t think it’s going to Mokuba.”

“Hmm, maybe I didn’t give you enough...you are bigger than me.” Mokuba bit down on his bottom lip while thinking about this. “Then again...what is it you truly want Seto?”

“Right now?” He watched as his brother nodded his head, wanting the answer. “I want up from here, I want to beat the hell out of Marik Ishtar...and I want to take you in my arms, hold you tight and protect you from stupid shit like this.”

Seto watched confused as Mokuba laughed at this, “So we do have one desire almost the same.”

Abruptly the laughter stopped as Mokuba reached over to undo Seto's pants. “These have got to go.”

“Why?”

“So we can play our game silly boy.”

Slowly, almost teasingly, off came shoes, socks, pants and underwear. “This game has five rounds. Win three of them...you get set free.”

“What do I have to do to win?”

Mokuba came up to look Seto straight in the eyes, gray starred into blue, “Resist me.” As Seto went too object, Mokuba took the opportunity to kiss him.

He felt the small tongue of his brother dart into his mouth, the warm sweet lips on his. Seto quickly closed his mouth, breaking off the contact as he turned his head away. Since he was facing away from Mokuba, this left his neck an open invitation to the boy.

A warm wet tongue slid over the skin from the base of his neck up to his ear. Then there was a soft nibbling at the ear. The familiar feel of a hand in his hair mixed with the unfamiliar mouth sucking on his neck.

‘Oh shit...where did he learn that? Why is he...oh god...’ a slight moan escaped his mouth, ‘Stop that! Think! It’s only your body...reacting...like it would under these circumstances...oh god if it was anyone else...’ However, it was his brother causing these reactions, who was awakening his body in this way.

Mokuba had moved down, rubbing his hands over his brother’s chest. He bent down, this time tracing around one of the light brown nipples, nipping at it gently with his teeth. The skin hardened under the attention. The warmth of Mokuba’s mouth and tongue followed by the cool air of his breath as he exhaled over the wet skin sent a shock through his body.

‘Have to figure out...how long...’ “Mokuba, how do I know...when the rounds end? If I win?”

He stopped what he was doing and looked up at the ceiling thinking. “I’ll tell you.” He took one of his fingers and lightly danced it over Seto's chest. It continued down to his stomach marking out patterns as it went.

“First round is over...you won.” His hand went down further, the other fingers joined the first as they all came together wrapping around Seto's hardening member.

“Time for round two.”

 

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