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Title: Handcuffs and a Blindfold
Type: One-Shot
Rating: NC-17
Category: Lemon (Smutfic)
Warning: Slash
Characters: Malik and Mokuba
Pairing(s): Malik x Mokuba
Summary: Malik has some...odd feelings towards Mokuba, and decides to do something quite shocking to the boy.
Note: For Nyo-Nyo.
Thoughts. Why was he having these thoughts? Thoughts of pushing that boy down to the ground kissing him viciously, ripping off his clothing and doing odd things had never even crossed his mind prior to that moment.
Maybe it was his stride; the way he strutted forward, completely confident. Or maybe it was the childish essence that he carried with him; after all, he was, indeed, still under the age of eighteen. It could have been that unusually cute hair he had, short-cut and always pulled back sloppily in a ponytail. Then again, it may have been the attractive laid-back attitude he had. Maybe his gray-blue eyes? Or even that sexy belly button ring always had on?
Whatever it was, Malik wanted him.
Then and there.
Fast.
But how? How could he make it so that the boy would not escape, shouting and panicking and calling the police, or something along those lines? Pressing his hand to his chin, he thought. As he did, grey-eyes stared blankly at him, wondering what on earth he was looking so serious about.
"I GOT IT!" Malik shouted.
"Got what? Milk?" the owner of the gray eyes questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"What we should do now. I have an idea. It's really fun."
Mokuba's eyes sparkled as he leaped out of his chair, childishly grinning. "Ooh, what is it? A game? Hm?"
"Yeah, a game," Malik smiled, his grin seeming rather mischievous as he commanded for Mokuba to head to the bedroom and close his eyes.
Yes, he had figured out how to molest Mokuba and keep him still, not allowing him to escape or scream or anything along those lines. Thank god he had brought his backpack with him...YES, it was a BACKPACK. NOT A PURSE. AND NOT A MURSE. A BACKPACK. People just didn't understand that sometimes, men have style, too.
Just not most of the time.
After rummaging through his backpack for a few seconds, he squealed: "EUREKA!" and then took out two items. A fuzzy item, and a smooth item. He them threw the backpack back onto the couch, heading towards the room where Mokuba waited.
Mokuba, of course, was peeking through one eye, curiosity getting the best of him.
"Ah, ah, ah, now, Mokuba. Keep your eyes closed," Malik said, the items still behind his back.
Chuckling, Mokuba shut his eyes. Moments later, however, he couldn't help but open them. Mokuba had been quite confused; he felt two furry objects go around either wrist, and something flat being placed over his eyes.
However, when he opened them, all he could see was darkness.
"Malik...?"
"Shush," came the response, Malik's voice sounding very husky and soft-toned. "Now, be a good boy and don't scream, alright? It won't hurt after a while. You probably know that already, though. I bet you've had sex with a ton of guys already, haven't you?" he guessed, partly out of curiosity and partly trying to psych the boy out.
"I...bu...w...ell...!" Mokuba stammered, not knowing whether to lie or not to, or even whether he should speak or not. "Malik! Don't do...wh...why are you doing this?!"
By now, Mokuba's pleas were already being ignored by Malik, whom was already pulling Mokie's shirt over his head, making sure that the blindfolds weren't removed in the process.
"Malik, stoppp!" he continued whining as he felt a warm mouth being placed around his nipple, a tongue trailing over it and causing it to perk up quite a bit. "Stooop!" His words were definitely contradicting the way his body was responding to the Egyptian's reaction, though. It seemed that it would take quite an effort to get Mokuba's mind to give in.
"Oh, be quiet. And c'mere," commanded, lifting Mokuba's head up slightly as he undid his own pants, tugging them down, and his boxers. "Suck."
After a few seconds of hesitation and attempting to figure out in which direction he had to move his head, due to the fact that the blindfold was still tied tightly around the boy's head, Mokuba slowly yet surely lifted his pink, soft lips around Malik's member, almost gagging as he did. Mokie just let them rest there; he did not want to do anything else, not at all.
"I said suck, Mokuba," Malik said, a tad bit of aggravation shown in the tone of his voice.
Nodding, the boy began to suck gently, his taste buds growing accustomed to the flavor. As he began to speed up, Malik threw his head back a few centimeters, and moaned a loud, shouting Mokuba's name, once, twice, three times.
As a white, creamy fluid spurted out of Malik, Mokuba let out a squeal, preparing to remove his mouth from the older boy's penis. That's exactly what he would have done, if it weren't for Malik pressing his hand very forcefully on the back of Mokuba's head, pressing him forwards and telling him to eat it all up, lick him clean.
After this task was completed, Malik promptly took off Mokuba's tight pants; his body definitely liked what was happening; and grinned once more, kissing the nape of the boy's neck. Considering begging Malik to halt was have none affect whatsoever, Mokuba had stopped whining, also figuring that if he pissed Malik off, even more awkward things would be done to him, or he would be forced to do himself.
"You're so cute, Mokie," Malik said, using the pet name Kaiba had given to his little brother, letting his tongue travel down his stomach and scooping downwards as his tongue went along Mokuba's navel, a squeal emitting from Mokuba.
That squeal suddenly turned into an ear-piercing, mind-bogglingly loud scream that echoed through the entire house. Malik had entered him; but without any sort of lubricant. Needless to point out, Mokuba was aching and hurting like Hell. Begging for him to stop. Pleading for him to go away. Sobbing and shouting and shrieking and weeping. Just like earlier, though, Malik paid no attention, not caring at all what the boy was feeling, long as it made him feel good. It did not even matter that there was a small bit of blood splattered onto the sheets, and it was completely his fault.
Forward, backward. Forward, backward. Back and forth, back and forth. Malik thrusted and thrusted, Mokuba's screaming out of pain slowly becoming shouting of pleasure, urging for Malik to go faster, faster, and not stop. This made the grin plastered on Malik's face grow even more wide; now, ne did not have to worry about Mokuba telling someone about the events currently taking place.
A moan. Two moans. Three. A different voice's moan; a second, a third, a fourth...another moan from the first person. One last moan, and more liquid was spattered.
Sighs of relief from both boys.
Malik pulled himself out of Mokuba, falling onto his back, breathing heavily due to the fact that almost all of his energy was gone. Mokuba did not even mind that he was still tied up, still blindfolded, he was so tired. However, mustering up the strength he had left, Malik loosened the blindfold, taking it off, then unlocked the pink, fluffy handcuffs. Their eyes met. And instead of a glare, Mokuba gave him a smile, and opened his mouth to speak:
"That was great."