More Requested fic
This was done for ladynyoko once again, this time as part of a request on our mutual RP Salkia_Island. She asked for a sequel to one of her birthday oneshots. I chose THIS one. This seemed like a logical continuation from an honest threat. XD
The morning dawned bright and clear and perfect in every way, shape and form. Things seemed to be going just Mokuba’s way. He woke up, got dressed, even got in some video games before coming down to breakfast. The kitchen of the Kaiba Mansion was filled much as it had been for the past year and a half, with Kaiba Seto sipping coffee and reading the business section at the informal kitchen table, and the former Pharaoh Atemu, his brother’s long term boyfriend, sitting next to him, glaring at the brunet until he ate something. Mokuba sighed. Some battles were eternal, and those appeared more often when it came to the two sitting there. This breakfast thing? Definitely one of them.
It was only when the younger boy sat down with his own breakfast that he noticed something feeling distinctively…off. His eyes immediately scanned the two others at the table. Neither of them were visibly bleeding, there were no bruises (that he could see, anyway), no torn clothes, and it was obvious that they hadn’t had a fight…what on earth could it be? Mokuba’s eyes shifted between them before settling on Atemu. The Pharaoh was usually a bit better to talk to in the morning.
“Hey, Atemu? Er…how are you?” He asked as lightly as he could. The shorter man’s red eyes shifted from Kaiba’s to Mokuba’s with some concern.
“Fine, Mokuba. It’s the anniversary of the day I was released from my puzzle. How can I be anything else?” The ex-pharaoh said, looking at the boy curiously. The elder Kaiba’s eyes could be seen briefly before disappearing behind the newspaper again.
“Oh, nothing. Something just..seemed different today. Happy, um, sort of birthday, I guess!” Mokuba said with relief. That had to be it. Just a holiday he forgot, that’s all. “Are you and Nii-sama going to go do something? Are you going to run the Virtual Reality game again this year?”
To Mokuba’s surprise, it was Seto’s newspaper that snapped shut, as if the older Kaiba was going to say something. But Atemu beat him to it with a smug smirk. “Nah. Your brother lost a duel last night and promised me we could…stay in today,” he said warmly.
“Atemu,” Kaiba growled in warning. The shorter man just winked at him.
“Ah-ah-ah, Seto. You can’t argue with me today. That was part of the terms.” Kaiba scowled, but Atemu just grinned and continued. “In fact, I think we need to review those terms. Why don’t you go upstairs, hm? I haven’t even gotten to enjoy it yet.”
Kaiba bristled. “I am not…not in front of Mokuba, Atemu!” he snarled, but all he got was a smirk and a wave for his trouble.
“Too bad. Jou always does want to know why I’m not hanging around the game shop anymore,” Atemu replied lightly. Kaiba’s expression darkened.
“You…not again. Never again. You’re celebrating your own damn holidays alone after this,” he hissed, standing up from the table. Mokuba almost keeled over right then and there. So….there was something off after all!
Atemu just smirked and grabbed Seto’s collar to pull him down for a kiss, running his hand over the bare and just shaved skin of the other man’s leg in the process. “I told you I would get you into a skirt if you argued with me,” he purred. Seto just growled in response. That got him a hand up the backside. “Best birthday present ever,” the Pharaoh remarked absently. Neither Kaiba could find the words to argue with him.
This one's for sorcererhuntres, and by extention, madam_mora Seto Kaiba and Jing, King of Bandits. Hatesex. |D
Kaiba hit the floor hard with a hiss of pain, Jing pinning him before he could rise again. “I should kill you for what you said, Kaiba Seto,” Jing said in a voice dark with anger and frustration.
“I will say what I please,” Kaiba snarled back, fisting the Bandit King’s overcoat in one hand to hold him still and kissing him. Hard. He had to distract him somehow, and it worked well enough for the brunet to switch their positions quite easily. “What do I care that he’s gone? No one has the right to tell Kaiba Seto what to do with his - AAH!”
Jing was biting into his shoulder and pulling at his shirt, the well made silk pulling aside easily. “Shut up, Kaiba. Do you know how to do that?” the shorter man asked, raking his nails over skin that was too pale, and a body that was too long, and a man that was not Kyouya. The very thought made him angrier, and he slammed the CEO against the floor again. “Now be quiet, will you?”
Kaiba hissed and arched against Jing’s hands, his own reaching for purchase in the Bandit King’s clothing. “No,” he snapped, his other hand reaching up to try and grab the other man by the neck. “You can’t even think of playing on the same wavelength as me.”
“Oh?” Jing replied, his expression actually lightening slightly into a smirk. Playfully, he wiggled a belt with a large KaibaCorp buckle in the air. “I’m not playing. I’ve already won.” Deftly, he undid the brunet’s pants and wrapped his hand around the already painful erection he found there. Kaiba closed his eyes and cried out. No one had ever gotten so far with him. Jing just sighed and shifted closer to Kaiba’s ear. “Listen. We’ll take care of this. But you will promise me to never speak of it again. I will do the same. This never happened. Okay?”
Kaiba stared at him for a few minutes, before closing his blue eyes in exasperation and nodding. “Just get it over with,” he growled. Jing frowned. “Oh no, Kaiba. I might need this just as much as you do….but that doesn’t mean I can’t make it hurt.” He tightened his grip, and Kaiba hissed. Jing just smirked.
The morning dawned bright and clear and perfect in every way, shape and form. Things seemed to be going just Mokuba’s way. He woke up, got dressed, even got in some video games before coming down to breakfast. The kitchen of the Kaiba Mansion was filled much as it had been for the past year and a half, with Kaiba Seto sipping coffee and reading the business section at the informal kitchen table, and the former Pharaoh Atemu, his brother’s long term boyfriend, sitting next to him, glaring at the brunet until he ate something. Mokuba sighed. Some battles were eternal, and those appeared more often when it came to the two sitting there. This breakfast thing? Definitely one of them.
It was only when the younger boy sat down with his own breakfast that he noticed something feeling distinctively…off. His eyes immediately scanned the two others at the table. Neither of them were visibly bleeding, there were no bruises (that he could see, anyway), no torn clothes, and it was obvious that they hadn’t had a fight…what on earth could it be? Mokuba’s eyes shifted between them before settling on Atemu. The Pharaoh was usually a bit better to talk to in the morning.
“Hey, Atemu? Er…how are you?” He asked as lightly as he could. The shorter man’s red eyes shifted from Kaiba’s to Mokuba’s with some concern.
“Fine, Mokuba. It’s the anniversary of the day I was released from my puzzle. How can I be anything else?” The ex-pharaoh said, looking at the boy curiously. The elder Kaiba’s eyes could be seen briefly before disappearing behind the newspaper again.
“Oh, nothing. Something just..seemed different today. Happy, um, sort of birthday, I guess!” Mokuba said with relief. That had to be it. Just a holiday he forgot, that’s all. “Are you and Nii-sama going to go do something? Are you going to run the Virtual Reality game again this year?”
To Mokuba’s surprise, it was Seto’s newspaper that snapped shut, as if the older Kaiba was going to say something. But Atemu beat him to it with a smug smirk. “Nah. Your brother lost a duel last night and promised me we could…stay in today,” he said warmly.
“Atemu,” Kaiba growled in warning. The shorter man just winked at him.
“Ah-ah-ah, Seto. You can’t argue with me today. That was part of the terms.” Kaiba scowled, but Atemu just grinned and continued. “In fact, I think we need to review those terms. Why don’t you go upstairs, hm? I haven’t even gotten to enjoy it yet.”
Kaiba bristled. “I am not…not in front of Mokuba, Atemu!” he snarled, but all he got was a smirk and a wave for his trouble.
“Too bad. Jou always does want to know why I’m not hanging around the game shop anymore,” Atemu replied lightly. Kaiba’s expression darkened.
“You…not again. Never again. You’re celebrating your own damn holidays alone after this,” he hissed, standing up from the table. Mokuba almost keeled over right then and there. So….there was something off after all!
Atemu just smirked and grabbed Seto’s collar to pull him down for a kiss, running his hand over the bare and just shaved skin of the other man’s leg in the process. “I told you I would get you into a skirt if you argued with me,” he purred. Seto just growled in response. That got him a hand up the backside. “Best birthday present ever,” the Pharaoh remarked absently. Neither Kaiba could find the words to argue with him.
This one's for sorcererhuntres, and by extention, madam_mora Seto Kaiba and Jing, King of Bandits. Hatesex. |D
Kaiba hit the floor hard with a hiss of pain, Jing pinning him before he could rise again. “I should kill you for what you said, Kaiba Seto,” Jing said in a voice dark with anger and frustration.
“I will say what I please,” Kaiba snarled back, fisting the Bandit King’s overcoat in one hand to hold him still and kissing him. Hard. He had to distract him somehow, and it worked well enough for the brunet to switch their positions quite easily. “What do I care that he’s gone? No one has the right to tell Kaiba Seto what to do with his - AAH!”
Jing was biting into his shoulder and pulling at his shirt, the well made silk pulling aside easily. “Shut up, Kaiba. Do you know how to do that?” the shorter man asked, raking his nails over skin that was too pale, and a body that was too long, and a man that was not Kyouya. The very thought made him angrier, and he slammed the CEO against the floor again. “Now be quiet, will you?”
Kaiba hissed and arched against Jing’s hands, his own reaching for purchase in the Bandit King’s clothing. “No,” he snapped, his other hand reaching up to try and grab the other man by the neck. “You can’t even think of playing on the same wavelength as me.”
“Oh?” Jing replied, his expression actually lightening slightly into a smirk. Playfully, he wiggled a belt with a large KaibaCorp buckle in the air. “I’m not playing. I’ve already won.” Deftly, he undid the brunet’s pants and wrapped his hand around the already painful erection he found there. Kaiba closed his eyes and cried out. No one had ever gotten so far with him. Jing just sighed and shifted closer to Kaiba’s ear. “Listen. We’ll take care of this. But you will promise me to never speak of it again. I will do the same. This never happened. Okay?”
Kaiba stared at him for a few minutes, before closing his blue eyes in exasperation and nodding. “Just get it over with,” he growled. Jing frowned. “Oh no, Kaiba. I might need this just as much as you do….but that doesn’t mean I can’t make it hurt.” He tightened his grip, and Kaiba hissed. Jing just smirked.