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Title: Unwelcome
Author: studyingstones2
Pairing: Seto/Mokuba and Seto/Yuugi
Rating: R for incest, nudity and mentions of m/m smex
Summary: 338 words, prompt: 014. Chair
Disclaimer: Not mine.
He hates that his brother actually has control now.
Isn’t sure when it was exactly that Nii-sama started being able to resist him, but he comes home from school one day and goes to clamber into Nii-sama’s lap and is gently pushed away.
Discovers not long after that he’s no longer welcome in his brother’s bed.
Nii-sama stops threading fingers through his hair, stops getting hard around him (or at least stops letting Mokuba close enough to tell…) and starts (ironically, in Mokuba’s opinion) being able to look him in the eye.
It hurts.
Hurts even more when he finds Yuugi of all people (not that he should be surprised- he’s seen the way they look at each other) in his brother’s bed, curled around his Nii-sama and smiling just slightly in his sleep.
It all makes sense then.
Nii-sama would of course have a much easier time resisting (ignoring) him if he had someone else to turn to. Someone else to run his hands over and kiss repeatedly the way he kissed Mokuba only once. Someone else’s ass to push his cock into and someone else’s fucking hair to tangle his hands in.
Mokuba shakes.
Shakes and hurts and hates.
Nii-sama’s eyes open then. Open and catch on Mokuba’s and they both stop being able to move.
Mokuba with his hands clenched into little fists at his sides, Nii-sama on his back with his nipples exposed and pebbled, Yuugi’s head on his chest, and his skin covered in fading bruises and bite-marks.
Mokuba should’ve been the one to make those, should have them all over his own skin.
Yuugi stirs- mumbles and shifts a little in his sleep and that breaks the spell.
They can move again.
But instead of retreating hastily from the room as he should, Mokuba moves closer. He tells himself just one step. Just two. But then he’s taken eight and he’s standing next to the bed and reaching out a hand because he has to touch.
Nii-sama doesn’t push him away this time.
Mokuba still feels betrayed.
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And because there was a complete lack of both chairs and office sex in that, here's a mini-drabble for you as well:
It’s different in his fantasies.
People come and go, not a single one of them aware of the fact that their president has his pants unzipped and his little brother’s mouth wrapped around his cock.
And Mokuba gets off on his voice- the way Nii-sama can answer their questions or tell them to go the fuck away all without even the slightest tremor in his speech.
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Author: studyingstones2
Pairing: Seto/Mokuba and Seto/Yuugi
Rating: R for incest, nudity and mentions of m/m smex
Summary: 338 words, prompt: 014. Chair
Disclaimer: Not mine.
He hates that his brother actually has control now.
Isn’t sure when it was exactly that Nii-sama started being able to resist him, but he comes home from school one day and goes to clamber into Nii-sama’s lap and is gently pushed away.
Discovers not long after that he’s no longer welcome in his brother’s bed.
Nii-sama stops threading fingers through his hair, stops getting hard around him (or at least stops letting Mokuba close enough to tell…) and starts (ironically, in Mokuba’s opinion) being able to look him in the eye.
It hurts.
Hurts even more when he finds Yuugi of all people (not that he should be surprised- he’s seen the way they look at each other) in his brother’s bed, curled around his Nii-sama and smiling just slightly in his sleep.
It all makes sense then.
Nii-sama would of course have a much easier time resisting (ignoring) him if he had someone else to turn to. Someone else to run his hands over and kiss repeatedly the way he kissed Mokuba only once. Someone else’s ass to push his cock into and someone else’s fucking hair to tangle his hands in.
Mokuba shakes.
Shakes and hurts and hates.
Nii-sama’s eyes open then. Open and catch on Mokuba’s and they both stop being able to move.
Mokuba with his hands clenched into little fists at his sides, Nii-sama on his back with his nipples exposed and pebbled, Yuugi’s head on his chest, and his skin covered in fading bruises and bite-marks.
Mokuba should’ve been the one to make those, should have them all over his own skin.
Yuugi stirs- mumbles and shifts a little in his sleep and that breaks the spell.
They can move again.
But instead of retreating hastily from the room as he should, Mokuba moves closer. He tells himself just one step. Just two. But then he’s taken eight and he’s standing next to the bed and reaching out a hand because he has to touch.
Nii-sama doesn’t push him away this time.
Mokuba still feels betrayed.
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And because there was a complete lack of both chairs and office sex in that, here's a mini-drabble for you as well:
It’s different in his fantasies.
People come and go, not a single one of them aware of the fact that their president has his pants unzipped and his little brother’s mouth wrapped around his cock.
And Mokuba gets off on his voice- the way Nii-sama can answer their questions or tell them to go the fuck away all without even the slightest tremor in his speech.
_____________
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