Title: Family Matters
Author(s): Anime-Blade and Kikyana
Rate: M
Main Pairing: Kaiba Seto x Kaiba Mokuba
Side/Mentioned Pairings: Seto x OC, Mokuba x OC, Seto x Yami no Yuugi
Warnings: yaoi, language, ooc-ness in characters, AU, incest
Disclaimer: We don't own anything except the plot and our OC's
Status: 2/6
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Chapter Two
"Then stay forever..." He muttered, nuzzling in closer to his brother. He allowed his eyes to slip closed; he was feeling so sleepy, and his brother's hand running through his hair was extremely relaxing.
At that moment, a key could be heard sliding into the door. "Oh...It's already unlocked..." A feminine voice sounded from the opposite side. "Shit." Mokuba muttered, and pushed himself up slowly as the door opened. "Hello Atsu-koi" He said, in forced joy.
Atsuko was a short, thin girl, with small blue eyes hidden behind rather large round glasses. Her short hair was nearly identical to the colour of Seto's; aside from the blonde highlights she had done not to long ago. For all intensive purposes; she could have very well been what Seto would have looked like had he been born a woman.
"Hi Moki-kun...Who's this?" She said, raising a thin eyebrow at Seto. She looked him over for a few more seconds, before it finally processed. "Oh! You must be Seto-sama!" She bowed respectfully, "I didn't recognize you...You're so much younger in the pictures Moki-kun has of you." She turned back to Mokuba and frowned, holding up a small white shopping bag. "Why didn't you tell me you were having company? Baka! I only made enough lunch for us...But I can try to fix something quickly for you as well, Seto-sama...if you're hungry that is." Mokuba sighed slightly, "I wasn't exactly expecting him to come over..."
Seto forced a smile, shaking his head slightly, "I'm fine, Atsuko-san." Sapphire eyes glanced towards Mokuba, wondering if he should take the opportunity to go or not. If he left now... He doubted he'd see his brother again anytime soon unless he made it happen, since his brother would be avoiding any reason to even speak with considering how things turned out between them. He decided to leave it up to Mokuba.
Atsuko nodded slightly, and put the food down on the table. "Well...Are YOU going to eat at least Moki? I spent a long time making this food, you know that? Sheesh it seems like I always do stuff and then you..." She continued on rambling, but Mokuba didn't listen. He looked to Seto, and said in a low whisper. "She's always like this...that girl can talk for hours..." He then raised his voice, "I'm sorry sweetie...I'm not very hungry right now...I've actually been feeling pretty sick."
"...And then- What? Sick? Aww my poor baby! I know, I'll make you some soup." She crossed over into the kitchen. "Do you want miso, or chicken noodle? Or maybe beef broth...my mother always used to say that beef broth..." She continued talking, and Mokuba continued to not listen. "Whatever you choose is fine." He muttered, rubbing his forehead slightly. Great. Now his head hurt even more.
"Lie down, it'll help." Seto murmured softly, lightly massaging the others temples while Atsuko busied herself in the kitchen. He kept his gaze on her, making sure he'd pull away if the need arouse- though he hoped his brother wouldn't pull away from him first.
He did pull away, shaking his head silently. His heart was practically screaming at him, and he needed to do something. "Atsuko...Let's talk for a minute, okay?" He said gently, as he stood from the couch. He looked down at Seto for a few moments, before walking into the kitchen, taking a rather deep breath.
Concern played through his eyes as he watched Mokuba get up, not particularly liking the fact that his brother was getting up when he clearly needed to lie down and sort his thoughts out before he did something rash.
Mokuba spoke low, knowing Seto wouldn't be able to hear their conversation. A rather angry muffled voice came after his own, and then the sound of a harsh slap across the face echoed in the silence. A pot could then be heard hitting the ground, the liquid contents scattering everywhere on the floor. Atsuko ran from the kitchen, hand over her mouth, and out the door, slamming it behind her.
Mokuba leaned against the cold fridge door, before sliding down to the cool linoleum flooring. He held onto his head with his hands, sobbing uncontrollably as his cheek burned bright red from the hit.
Seto stayed where he was, knowing minutes had passed before he finally stood and went into the kitchen, gazing at Mokuba for a moment before he kneeled next to him. He wrapped his arms around the younger and pulled him against his chest, threading his fingers through the others raven hair.
Mokuba sobbed a few more minutes, allowing himself to be held by his brother. He finally stopped, and took in a deep breath to calm himself. "I cry way to damn much for a grown man..." He muttered, pulling away from Seto slightly. "I think you should go now, Seto...The longer you stay here, the more I'm going to hope for something..." He looked away from his brother, eyes focused on the beef broth that was still spreading out on the floor.
"You expect me to be able to go anywhere now?" Seto murmured quietly, caressing the others cheek lightly before picking him up. "I doubt you can barely think without it hurting like hell." He noted, carrying Mokuba into his bedroom and setting him down on the bed. "I'll clean up the kitchen alright?"
Mokuba sighed heavily, and allowed himself to be carried. It was true. His head hurt, but then again, everything felt like it hurt at the moment. "Fine...I don't care..." He muttered as he crawled underneath of the covers. "Just...stop touching me..."
"Okay." Sapphire eyes watched him for a moment before Seto stood up and left the room, quietly closing the door behind him. He sighed for a moment as he leaned against the door before going over to the kitchen and fixing things up, all while wondering what his brother had been thinking.
Mokuba rolled over, staring at the ceiling. He was actually trying to not think at the moment, but as with everything that day; he was failing at it. Miserably. 'This was such a mistake...Why did I bring him here...Why the hell did I ever hope that we could even be a we again...' He rolled over again, and was blinded by the sun coming in through the window. He didn't even have the energy to get up and shut the blinds.
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Once the kitchen looked to be back in semblance Seto merely crashed on the couch, knowing Mokuba wouldn't want him in the same room just yet, unless he was able to agree with getting back together with him. He wasn't going to leave, not until he was sure his brother alright.
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He looked over to his nightstand. A place he often looked to for comfort. And then he realized that Atsuko's picture could offer him no comfort. He pushed himself up on his elbows, and opened the drawer, taking out a small box. Photographs. He dug through them, until he came to the bottom of the box, and retrieved his locket. Mokuba had stopped wearing it a few years ago. He vaguely remembered Atsuko saying how 'nerdy' it looked because of the design and so Mokuba had stopped wearing it. He cracked it open, and brushed his thumb over the picture inside. No, not the one on the right, that was his brother when he was younger, but the one on the left of the both of them, taken during a vacation they had gone on when Mokuba was about sixteen. "Ten years..." he muttered to himself aloud, before snapping the locket closed.
The sick feeling he had been trying to keep under control was growing stronger, and he eventually couldn't contain it anymore. He could feel the bile rising in his throat and he threw the locket away, running from his room and into the bathroom; which was only a few steps away. He fell to his knees in front of the toilet, and gave himself over.
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Seto had taken out his wallet, taken to staring at the photos in it. He hadn't worn his locket in years either, having instead made duplicates of the pictures and placed them in his wallet instead. That was how he had fallen asleep; staring at the picture of them and wishing things had never changed between them.
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Mokuba finished up at the toilet, and rinsed his mouth out with water before using mouth wash and leaving the bathroom. He walked out into the living room, and noticed his brother asleep on the couch. He sighed heavily, and walked over to him, removing his wallet from his hand and placing it on the side table. He grabbed the throw blanket from the back of the couch, and sat down beside Seto, and threw it over the both of them. After a few moments, he pulled himself into his brother's lap trying his not to wake him, and laid his head on his chest. "I love you...so much..." He whispered to his sleeping brother.
Seto shifted slightly before wrapping his arms around Mokuba, sighing softly. His brother knew he was a light sleeper, a habit that had yet to be broken. "You should get some rest." He murmured tiredly.
"I'm not tired...And if I fall asleep, I'm afraid I'll wake up and you'll be gone..." he said, voice soft and fragile sounding.
"I already told you I'm not going anywhere until you say so, and I mean it." Seto murmured shifting again before lying down on the couch, threading his fingers through Mokuba's hair lazily.
"I can't tell you to leave, and you have to go home eventually..." he muttered, snuggling against Seto even more. Sleep sounded so tempting at the moment; his eye lids seemed to be getting heavier by the minute.
"Then move back in..." He muttered, already dozing off once again, though he couldn't figure out why he was this exhausted all of a sudden.
"Oh...That's exactly what I want. To live with you and your soon to be wife. Slapped in the face every morning with a reminder that I was replaced." he shook his head, sighing. "You can go home tomorrow...I just want this last night with you..."
"We sleep in different wings on the house..." Seto murmured, pulling the other closer again. Sleep was so close, yet seemed to be teasing him by keeping it from him.
"Doesn't make a difference...I couldn't handle that..." he muttered, "I'd probably end up slitting my wrists from depression." Not that he wasn't already nearing that feeling. Mokuba wanted to sleep as well, but he didn't want to lose any time with Seto...Ah, but sleep seemed to be winning, as he began to doze off slightly.
Giving up on sleeping, Seto focused on his brother, stroking his hair for a moment before hugging him tightly against his chest. "I need you with me, Mokuba..."
Mokuba fidgeted slightly, his body screaming at him to go to sleep, "And you don't think I need you? Dammit Seto just shut up, okay? We aren't ever going to have what we had before, so just...just stop." he sighed slightly, and turned so he could look into his brother's eyes, "Just let me have this last night...and then you can go back to you fiancée, and your company, and your perfect life! Okay? Can you just give me that much?"
He pressed his lips against Mokuba's, knowing no other way to shut him up that was even remotely effective. If Mokuba was honestly saying they had only tonight to act like this with one another, he wasn't about to spend it sleeping.
Mokuba wanted to pull away. He had every intention to do so, really...he did. But after just a few seconds of thinking about it, his heart won out over his head, and he kissed him back, tongue already going to work at getting his brother to open his mouth.
His lips parted seconds later as he pressed his tongue against Mokuba's before forcing it back into the others mouth, licking along the insides of his mouth. Seto pressed him closer as he slipped a hand beneath Mokuba's shirt, running it along his back.
Mokuba pulled his mouth back slightly, to mutter quickly, "I don't have enough energy for teasing..." and then went back to kissing his brother, tongues colliding in a pitiful fight for dominance in the kiss.
Seto continued devouring the others mouth as he carefully picked him up and made his way into Mokuba's bed room, setting him down on the bed. He was glad to see that the lubrication hadn't been put away as he began removing his brother's clothing, tossing them aside immediately.
Mokuba pulled back from the strangling kiss, and began to try and quickly remove the others clothing. It had been far to long since he'd felt this amount of passion during sex, this was the sort of passion he knew he'd only ever feel with his brother.
Seto pushed the others hands away impatiently as he quickly stripped, having finished undressing Mokuba already. He slipped between his brother's legs as he picked up the lubricant, lowering his mouth to the males chest as he let his tongue flick out and tease the skin. He opened the lube and coated his fingers, setting it aside before teasing the male's entrance and carefully slipping a digit inside him.
Almost six years without doing this, one isn't really as prepared as he would like to be. He hissed, feeling more pain then he would have felt had this happened all those years ago. "Not too fast...I'm not used to it anymore..." He muttered rather breathlessly.
Seto only nodded, continuing to carefully stretch the male. He couldn't hurt the younger, which was the only reason he was able to take his time with this. He trailed his mouth down until he reached Mokuba's member, running his tongue along its length before taking the head into his mouth.
"Oh fuck." He bit his lip, holding back the noises that wanted to escape him. "Oh God..." He completely forgot about the pain of his brother's fingers stretching him. The only thing he could focus on was the feeling of his brother's mouth wrapped tightly around his erection.
Seto mentally smirked at the response he was given as he continued his actions. He ran his tongue along the underside before pulling back slightly in order to tease the head, running his tongue across the slit. He'd managed to finally press three digits into the younger male, hoping he was distracting the other enough with his mouth, since he could feel just how tight Mokuba was.
Mokuba groaned slightly, the mix of pleasure and pain was slightly intoxicating. His back arched, in an attempt to get a bit more of the pleasure his brother gave him. He no longer tried to hold back his pleasured sounds. Openly moaning as he scratched at the sheets; trying to get a good grip on them.
He finally deep-throated his brother, forcing his throat to relax against the others member before he swallowed around the shaft and began sucking on him teasingly as he continued to stretch him.
Mokuba gasped, trying to fill his lungs with air. He wasn't feeling pain anymore, only pleasure. He looked down at Seto from his position, "I-I'm r-ready..." He muttered breathlessly, as he propped himself up on his elbows.
Seto pulled away from him after a moment, looking up at his brother, "You're sure?" He asked quietly, steadying his breathing quite easily. He picked up the lube again, coating his arousal, but waiting for the younger to say something again before doing anything more.
Mokuba lay back on the bed, taking in deep breaths. He stared at the ceiling, thinking about this. Was it really a good way to actually go the entire way...? It could probably leave him feeling even worse when Seto inevitably left. He'd have to deal with that pain when the time came. Now, he just wanted to be with Seto, in the most intimate of ways. "Yes. I'm sure." he finally said.
Seto nodded slightly before grasping the others hips, he glanced at Mokuba for a moment before finally pressing into him slowly. He paused when he was half sheathed within the smaller male, giving his brother the time he needed to adjust before pressing in the rest of the way.
Mokuba's face twisted into a slightly pained expression, but it was pain he wanted to deal with, "Go slow..." He managed to mutter, "I want it to last..." He bit his lip slightly, trying to not groan at the pain he was feeling. This was something he never thought he'd be doing again.
Seto sighed shakily as he slowly pressed himself fully within Mokuba, gazing down at him with slight concern playing through his eyes. "How are you feeling?" He murmured, kissing Mokuba's lips briefly before focusing on his neck, trying to find one of the others more sensitive spots.
Mokuba reached up, and wrapped his arms around his neck, "Ah...better then I have in a long time..." he muttered, moving to kiss his brother's lips lazily. The pain was dull. Physical pain was something he could deal with. "I love you..." he whispered.
Seto sighed again before slowly pulling out of the other, only to press in just as carefully. He didn't pause though, continuing with the far-too-slow pace until his brother said otherwise.
He whimpered slightly, it still hurt, but not bad enough to make him want to stop. Mokuba was happy with the slow pace, wanting to keep Seto where he was as long as possible. Even though he'd do anything to hear his brother say those three words he wasn't going to press it. He didn't even expect that his brother loved him...he shook his head, not wanting to think too much and ruin this experience
He nuzzled against his brothers neck as he moved before trailing kisses along the skin back up to Mokuba's lips, where he licked at his bottom lip before drawing it into his mouth and sucking on it.
Mokuba moaned slightly, moving his hips down to meet Seto's thrusts, pulling him in deeper. His hands traveled down over his brother's well toned back, and then back up his sides. Shocks of pleasure ran through his body constantly, and he was having a hard time now with the slow pace. He pulled his head back slightly so he could speak, "Nnn...Faster..." he muttered.
Seto complied, increasing his pace to a point that he thought would leave the other getting used to it again. One of his hands trailed to Mokuba's member, giving it a few teasing strokes.
He pulled Seto down for a brief kiss, and attempted to mutter something, but he never quite got it out. Seto had struck that spot inside of him, that hadn't been touched in so long, and his body gave into the pleasure that it released. His back arched sharply, one hand twisting tightly in the sheets, the other griping Seto's shoulder. He was panting now, trying so hard to not suffocate due to "S...So close..." He muttered, letting his brother know what was coming.
Hearing that, Seto pulled back a bit, not close enough yet himself. He pressed his lips against Mokuba's, only pulling back when they were both desperate for air.
Mokuba squirmed, wanting his release badly, "Seto...please..." he whimpered, trying to push his hips down and force Seto in further.
He was fairly sure Mokuba would end up falling asleep quite easily after this, which left him contemplating on what to do for a moment before he gave in enough to begin moving again at the pace he'd had.
"More..." he whispered, reaching down to grip his own erection in an attempt to somewhat intensify pleasure. It was crazy, how after so many years of being the dominant one in a relationship, Mokuba could so easily slip back into the role of the submissive partner.
Seto made his thrusts deeper, pressing in further before quickly pulling away only to repeat the action. A moan slipped passed his lips as he felt the other clench around him pleasurably.
The grasp he had on Seto tightened, as well as every other muscle in his body. He chanted his brother's name over and over again as he began to reach his peak. One louder cry of the name escaped his throat, before the climax he'd been seeking finally washed over him; chest heaving as he attempted to breathe through all of the sensations.
He gave a few more thrusts before pulling out of the male, groaning in pain at his current aroused state. Seto's gaze went to Mokuba, whom he knew would he sore come morning.
Mokuba stared up at Seto, through hazy eyes. He was overwhelmingly sleepy, but he couldn't help but notice Seto hadn't come yet, "Nnn? You can keep going...I don't mind..." he muttered, pulling Seto down slightly to nuzzle into the crook of his neck and hold him close.
"You're about to fall asleep, Mokuba, you won't stay awake long enough." He murmured, voice slightly strained as he tried to focus on his brother instead of his arousal.
He shook his head slightly, as best he could from his position, "Sleep can wait...I want to satisfy you...please?" He asked. It wasn't fair that he be so satisfied, while his brother wasn't even close yet.
"Just go to sleep, Mokuba, you need it. Besides... we've been in this situation before, it's fine." Seto said quietly, pressing a soft kiss to the others lips before making a move to pull away from the male.
Mokuba bit his lip slightly, and grabbed his arm, keeping him where he was, "I won't go to sleep until you come back...I want to fall asleep with you again." and with that, he released Seto's arm so he was free to move away.
"I'll be right back, alright?" He murmured, smiling at the younger ever so slightly, waiting for him to agree before moving.
Mokuba nodded, and pulled the blanket up over himself. It was slightly chilly in the room, now that his body was cooling off.
Seto disappeared into the bathroom moments later, and didn't come back for a good ten minutes, slipping into bed next to his brother under the sheets silently when he returned.
Mokuba barely moved, even though he was awake. Within those ten minutes, he had realized that his ass hurt. A lot. "Nnn...I don't remember it hurting this bad." He muttered, "Though, I have to admit that it was definitely worth it..."
"Move onto your stomach." Seto murmured quietly, brushing back a few lose strands of the others hair as he spoke to him.
Mokuba nodded, and did as his brother said, laying on his stomach. He had to admit, he was much more comfortable this way. He crossed his arms underneath his head, and turned it to look at Seto, "Thank you..." he muttered.
"For what?" He asked, sitting up next to the other before starting on a massage to Mokuba's lower back. It would cause a bit of discomfort at first, but his brother would be thanking him in the morning when he could move without being completely stiff.
Mokuba hissed in pain slightly, but allowed him to continue, "For the entire day...despite everything else that happened, today was one of the better days that I've had for quite a while..."
"Hm..." Seto kept himself focused on his current task, applying a bit more pressure to the area.
Mokuba sighed slightly, relaxing into the touch finally. His eyes slipped closed, and he could feel himself falling asleep. "...night" he muttered, before finally drifting off into a peaceful sleep
A faint smile lingered on Seto's lips as he felt Mokuba's breathing calm. He lay down next to him before pulling the covers over them, content to watch his brother sleep while he found himself strangely awake now.
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Mokuba shifted slightly in his sleep, rolling over slightly. "Fuck..." he muttered, as he rolled onto a sharp edge of the metal locket that he had tossed away earlier. He blinked open his eyes, and noticed that the room was now bathed in darkness, street lights from outside illuminating the room. He sat up, surprised by the nearly complete lack of pain in his backside.
Seto muttered something in his sleep as he felt the bed shift, far too tired to really focus on why he was now awake and more concerned with getting back to sleep. He was mildly curious though, and opened his eyes slightly to glance at Mokuba. "Why are you up?" He murmured.
"I rolled over my locket..." he muttered. He wasn't tired himself, but if Seto was, he wasn't going to keep him awake. Then again, it was rather late..."You know...it's pretty late...you should probably be home right now..."
Seto waved it off, "It's fine." He had already called Janice earlier, telling her that Mokuba and his fiancée had something of a... 'disagreement' with one another, and that he was staying with his brother for the night. "I'm not expected home really until the afternoon." He murmured, nearly awake now.
Mokuba nodded slightly, and stretched his arms up towards the ceiling, "So...Uhm..." he sighed, flopping back down onto the bed. What were they supposed to talk about now?
"...I suppose we shouldn't have fallen asleep in the afternoon, hm?" Seto commented, having little idea what to talk about, although he knew what he'd much rather be doing.
Mokuba nodded, before moving to cuddle up against Seto. "Do you think there's any sort of possibility that this could...you know...maybe become a monthly thing?" So what if Seto was getting married? He was engaged at the moment, and they'd just done it...It wasn't THAT big of a difference...right?
Seto snorted in amusement, "Monthly? You can do better then that... unless you think it'll take that long to recover fully." He teased.
Mokuba frowned, "I'm being serious here...Wouldn't it seem a lot less suspicious to be staying here once a month?"
"I'm being fairly serious myself. We can see each other far more often then once a month. We have an excuse to see one another after all." Seto pointed out, "Janice can hardly say no if I want to spend time with my little brother, ne? Considering she left to go to her appointment for that exact reason on her own."
"Yeah...that's right." But would that really be satisfying? Even if it was more often then once a month. Eventually, the pain of truly being alone would get to him, and Mokuba wasn't sure how he'd deal with it. "Now that I'm thinking about it...That's probably not a good idea...I couldn't deal with being a mistress...or whatever you would call it in this situation..."
"You're the one who didn't want to move back in... You'd barely see her, since she's nearly as dedicated to work as I am- something I'm quite thankful for at three in the morning when we're both raiding the kitchen for caffeine..." He frowned slightly, remembering the argument they'd had of how much sugar was needed for a single cup of coffee- Janice had decided to drink sugar with coffee in his opinion.
"How often I see her has nothing to do with it...I'd hate to get up one night to go to a room, and hear you guys having sex...It wouldn't work out." Mokuba ran a hand through his hair. "You could just do the easy thing and leave her." he said, half serious.
"You would not." Seto muttered, making a face at the thought. "I told you we live in separate wings. Besides, even if either of us wanted to, I'm not sure it's in the best interest at the moment..."
"Not in the best interest in the moment? What are you talking about?" Since when wasn't it in the best interest to have sex with one's fiancée? He shifted slightly, propping his head up with his hand.
"The reason we have to get married..." Seto's gaze dropped to the covers were he was toying with the sheet. "Janice... She's four and half months pregnant." He said quietly.
"You don't have to marry her...They invented child support for a reason." he muttered, turning his back towards Seto. "If you didn't really want to...You wouldn't."
"Mokuba you know I can't do that... If it had happened with you, you wouldn't be able to either." They both knew what neglect was, and he wasn't about to risk that happening. He wouldn't even get into the list of other reasons why the marriage had to go through.
Mokuba shook his head, "Just go Seto...Go back home." He pulled the covers over himself even more, "I'll talk to you sometime around Christmas." He couldn't deal with this anymore. He didn't want to deal with it anymore...He was emotionally exhausted now.
"Mokuba please... Don't do this." He murmured quietly, pulling the younger male against him tightly. "We can't go back to ignoring each other now." Honestly, he didn't trust his brother alone if he was making that choice.
"Go home Seto!" He yelled, pushing him away. "You've already screwed me up enough...Just stop..." He moved to the complete opposite side of the bed, curling up underneath the blanket.
"I can't go home until morning... I walked here with you, remember?" He said quietly, not trying to touch the younger again, since he knew if he did either Mokuba would leave the room altogether or scream at him until he did. Neither was what he wanted from his brother right now. Why couldn't this be worked out?
"I can't believe I gave up on Atsuko...God Seto, you're really doing a bang-up job of fucking around with my life." He balled his fists under the blanket, but made no other movement, "I don't care if you have to fucking walk home, or wait an hour for a cab. Just leave! I don't want to see you anymore!"
"I don't give a fuck if you want me to go! I'm not going anywhere until you fucking calm down and stop acting like a complete idiot!" Mokuba had to know it would mess them both up far too much if they didn't see each other again, if they went right back to ignoring the other completely again. "I know you don't want me to go, if you did you would have kicked me out before we slept together, and wouldn't have screwed things up with your fiancée! That was your brilliant idea- so don't act like I was the one who said to do it."
Mokuba sat up in bed now, glaring at his brother through the darkness, "No. You didn't tell me to do it. I'm sorry that I thought for one fucking second that I might actually be able to have some sort of future with you." He ran a hand through his hair, still glaring, "Maybe I didn't want you to leave before, but I do now. Why won't you leave me alone? What the hell else do you want from me!"
"I want you!" Seto could feel his chest clench painfully as his emotions went into overdrive, his breathing going erratic as he tried to calm down, but air wasn't getting into his lungs quite as quickly as he needed.
"But you want your wife and child more. I get it. That's great. So just leave me alone so I can try and move on with my life." He shook his head, pointing to the door, "Go home Seto." he repeated.
Seto hadn't heard a thing, his mind spinning as he tried to breathe, and some part of his mind was cursing his ability to get an attack now of all times. He clutched at the sheets, trying to gain a grasp on something.
"Dammit! You could at least say SOMETHING...Seto?" He noticed that his brother didn't look quite right, and he blinked a few times, "Seto...what the hell is going on!" He questioned, fear lacing his voice.
It was fairly noticeable he wasn't breathing except for the harsh gasps that escaped him, with far too long of a pause in between each. His arms shook before finally refusing to keep him up any longer, wrapping instinctively around himself.
"You better not fucking die on me!" he never thought he'd be thankful for the time Atsuko nearly drowned in Okinawa, but he was now. After the near-death experience, Mokuba had gone out and got himself some CPR and basic first aid classes... in case anything like that happened again. "I'm calling for help!" he reached over to the end of the bed, where Seto's pants were resting, and quickly withdrew the phone. At least if Seto passed out before they arrived, he'd be able to keep him from dieing...
Some part of him heard what his brother said, which was followed by a vague thought of how useless that would be. There wasn't anyway to stop an attack once it happened except to let it take its course and eventually pass- which was when he'd promptly pass out.
He hung up the phone, and it was only a few minutes before he could hear sirens coming from down the street. It was only then that he realized neither of them were dressed. "Oh shit." He quickly pulled on his own pants, and just decided Seto could stay naked. He had been on his way to the shower. Yes. That was believable. "Seto, I swear to god if you die I'll kill you!" How was he supposed to know this had happened before? The paramedics banged on the door, and Mokuba rushed to let them in. They asked a few questions about what had happened as they examined Seto, and Mokuba explained.
Of course the regular paramedics that were on at this hour wouldn't have a shift for the current time- that would have made things too easy. Since they would have known what to do since he'd only visited the hospital half a dozen times in the past month sometime in the middle of the night... He suddenly started coughing, still gasping for air in between.
The paramedics moved him to a stretcher, completely unsure of what to do for him now. They hooked him up to the standard machine once they made it back to the ambulance. Seeing as Mokuba was family he as permitted to ride in the ambulance. Out of decency, they put a hospital gown on Seto, trying to not disturb him to much.
He could've strangled them for their stupidity! The only exception was Mokuba, but he hadn't even been told about this... though he hadn't really expected to have a reason to say anything. He managed to force himself onto his side as his coughing continued, gaining far more air that way then he had been before.
Mokuba's living in the city was rather convenient in the way that the hospital was close by. Once there, they pulled Seto out of the back of the ambulance. One of the paramedics who had stayed behind told Mokuba where he could go to wait for news about Seto, and that's exactly where he headed.
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