It was good to be at work. They had finally gotten the contract settlement worked out with Mitchell’s and his company. The new game prototype was ready for finally beta testing. There were no longer any scenes between the Kaiba brothers as far as any employees could see, and that was very good for morale. Yes, Kaiba Corp. was a very good place to be, especially in one Seto Kaiba’s office.

Mokuba walked into the room without knocking, still feeling able to assert himself as vice-president of the company without worry. Closing the door behind him, leaving Seto's secretary once again to wonder over the future of her employment, Mokuba walked toward him. Mokuba knew it irked Seto to no end, having someone over his shoulder as he worked and smiled in spite of himself.

"Seto?" Mokuba's voice was low and husky, full of want. Unfortunately, Seto thought he knew just what it was his brother wanted. When he felt the other move in closer, he knew he was right. Mokuba's tongue glided along his ear and neck just below his hairline--sensitive nerves reacting immediately to the stimulation.

Against his better judgment, Seto twisted his neck allowing better access. This was going just a little too far at the office, but damn, Mokuba had learned just which spots got the best responses--which buttons to press to get whatever he wanted from his brother, not that he hadn't been able to do that for years anyway. "What?" One word answers, breathy and sighed, seemed best now, as his brain was quickly losing blood flow. Oh yes, he thought as he leaned closer into the pleasure, things were going extremely too far for the office. If Mokuba didn't ask him whatever it was soon and stop teasing him it was going to go even further.

Mokuba stopped the sucking along Seto's neck long enough to whisper conspiratorially into his ear, "I want you."

Seto had to laugh at that, he had been right. Sighing he stuck with the single words, "Tonight. Home."

"Good. And Seto?" Mokuba's hand had fallen between Seto’s legs, rubbing against the growing bulge.

"What?" The word spoken dragged out; frustration finally showing through, he knew it eventually would, as he turned around in his chair to look at his brother.

“Tonight,” there was a decidedly familiar and playful gleam in Mokuba's eyes, “I’m seme.”
 

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