A/N: Here it is. I'm sorry this took so long but school is soo much hell these days. Just ask KingAtemOfEgypt about mu schedule!
This thing took serious time from my work timetable, so please, give the review love!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Golden
~Chapter Three~
With Mokuba and Atem…
Mokuba drew closer to the Egyptian; his strides making Atem's breath quicken in, in…terror?
Yes, he was trying to seduce the love of his life, and the other was hyperventilating.
Well that suck-
'Oh shit…'Thought Mokuba.
Atem was gasping for breath, his hand to his chest as he tried to get air into his non-responsive lungs.
In desperation, he formed a fist as tightly as he could, and brought it down onto his chest.
Nothing.
"Breathe damn it!" Said the young Kaiba under his breath as he brought the spiky haired ex-duelist into his arms…
At first, Atem resisted, and Mokuba realized what he'd done to scare him 'Temu-koi.'
He'd come on too heavy too fast.
And by doing so, he must have re-awakened some kind horrifying memory of Seto's abuse.
"Damn!" Cursed the black-haired boy, mentally slapping himself when Atem flinched away from him again.
"It's okay…" He cooed gently, "I'll never hurt you."
"That just what he said, "Spat Atem, bitterly.
"Yeah, well…He didn't know what he had. He didn't appreciate you enough, if at all. He didn't love you enough, or spent enough time with you, or spoil you like you should be spoilt. He didn't notice how you looked at him from across the coffee table in his office, or how you never really chew your eraser, you munch on the little metal part just above it, or how you only ride side-saddle on rainy days or how you take longer to write in kanji than hiragana, or how you make extra time everyday to write in that black papyrus journal that you used to stick between the second and third mattresses of the canopy bed, or even that you not-so-secretly thought that his genuine laughter was the most beautiful music in the world! He didn't understand how beautiful, powerful, incredible, charitable, talented, intelligent-UFF!"
Atem interrupted Mokuba's rant with a bear hug.
"Thank you…" He muttered, "I love you soooo much."
Mokuba's heart fluttered, "Me too! I love you too!"
"I should hope so, "Said Atem, pulling back, "You're one of the best friends I ever had…."
With Seto…
Seto walked…erm, wobbled actually, to the mansion, thoroughly pissed. And thoroughly drunk…
How dare he!
That little whore!
And after all he had done for his ungrateful ass.
He fed him, clothed him-
'Hurt him…' whispered a small voice.
Almost immediately an image invaded his senses…
Yami…
…Naked…
…Beaten…
…Bleeding…
…Broken…
Staring at him with tears in his gorgeous, crimson eyes, with a small smile playing on his lips…
And the look in those same stunning eyes, they seemed, dead…
Blinking stupidly, he shook his head and ended up only dizzying himself. Seto leaned on one of the pillars near the doorway and placed a hand against his un-naturally flushed forehead, closing his eyes.
Flashback
Yami stared victoriously at Seto as the taller's life points hit zero.
"Well Kaiba, you certainly give me quite challenge this time! That was an excellently fought duel!" Said the spiky haired game king as he walked towards the elder Kaiba, who strangely enough, had yet to move from his spot on the opposite side of the room…
"Save the shit for another day you frickin' wanna be pharaoh… I still lost," Responded the other, grumpily.
"Surely, you realize how far you've come- how far we've come, as duelists!" Tried Yami, again.
"Oh save it would ya! You know I' only getting worse and worse each and every time!" Exclaimed the CEO, frustrated.
He kept losing to Yami in the most idiotic and least honorable ways these days! In the past at least he could say he did his current best, but these days…
The shorter duelist came to a halt before the brunet.
"No…You're not getting worse. Something's distracting you," Said the ex-king simply.
"So you noticed…" Said the brunet dryly.
Yami nodded, "Hai."
"So…"
"So what?"
"So…are you gonna do something or say something or laugh or ridicule or-"
"Of course not! Why would I ridicule someone I lov-lo-lo….erm…" Exclaimed Yami, stopping mid-way when he realized what he nearly confessed
The CEO raised an elegant eyebrow.
'I see….'Thought the multi-billionaire, observing the spiky-haired duelist's blushing face.
"…Like, like to duel….someone I like to duel with…" Yami finished quite lamely.
"You like me, don't you?" Asked the CEO smugly.
Blushing even more Yami answered gently, "I-I-I'm afraid you're mistaken…"
Seto smirked triumphantly, "You do. You might even love me…"
"Don't be ridiculous!" Countered the ex-pharaoh.
"Ridiculous, huh?" Said Seto.
Then, Seto leaned down to Yami's height, took possession of his left wrist, and slipped his own hand around the petit waist.
"But despite how 'ridiculous' it might seem," Seto continued. Breathing his words into Yami's ear, "It's true, isn't it?"
Looking up at him through half lidded crimson eyes, surprisingly filled with tears, Yami nodded.
"I-I-I…I do…I'm sorry," He whispered softly, hanging his head in shame to the end.
Seto would hate him now…
He'd never get to see that part of shinning azure ever again…
'Me and my big mouth…' He thought sourly.
"Yami…" whispered the CEO tenderly, "Look at me love…"
'LOVE!' Though the ex-king in shock.
His head snapped straight up, "Nani…?"
Seto chuckled deeply.
Yami was soooo adorable sometimes!
"This might clarify things…" He said, before covering the full, wine-coloured lips of the shorter man…
End Flashback
Seto shook his head to rid himself of 'bad' memories.
It was those kinds of pitiful scenes at made him doubt his master plan to make Yami his forever.
To love him…
To possess him…
To dominate him…
"…Til' death do us part…" He whispered silently to himself with a drunken smile.
As he climbed up the stairs to the large house and walked to the door, to open it, the voice pestered him more.
'Hateful…Evil…Spiteful…You!' It said.
Seto simply ignored it, it had been there (in his head), for awhile now. He was used to its idiocy.
But wait.
"Why the hell am I, the Seto Kaiba opening my own door?" He asked himself aloud.
'Oh yeah…' He thought, remembering.
In a fit of anger, he fired all the servants before he left for a club he and Yami used to go to before the slut decided to go bitch and steal his money, best employee and his kid brother!
But whatever, there was no way that bastard would survive a day without him. He had to be back by now.
Seto glanced at his watch. It was quarter past one in the morning.
Definitely back…
Ready and waiting for him…
After all, let's be real. If Yami wanted to get away from him, he would have stopped loving him and left a long time ago…
But, Yami loved him. To tears actually…
He'd said so himself. Just like that, in tears, that night….
That night nearly a month ago when he claimed to have given up on finding the man he loved in the ice that had eaten away at his very soul…
He remembered….
Boy, did Seto remember all the shockingly shitty crap that had been said that night!
Flashback
When Seto stumbled into the house, it was silent and pitch black. One the living room light shone through the darkness of the manor.
Walking towards it, Seto licked his lips in antagonistic anticipation.
"Yami…." He breathed huskily, calling to the spiky-haired ex-duelist, standing near the fireplace, as he entered the room.
Sure enough, a head of black hair perked up and crimson met azure.
Bitter joy.
That was the first of many conflicting emotions that would flash through those beautiful eyes.
Yami was happy that Seto was with him. In the same room, feeling his presence, feeling his lusting and possessive gaze upon himself… And yet, knowing what would happen once he and the CEO were in the same room…
Seto enjoyed this part of their game. A game only he could win.
Fear.
Next would be a fear.
Then, Defe-
Wait.
There was no fear reflected in those bloody orbs. Rather, there was sadness. An immense sadness that caught Seto off-guard…
Then, a heart-broken expression, worse than any other he'd seen, presented itself to the tall Kaiba.
Despite his confusion, Seto tried to maintain dominance and face.
"Come…"He said.
Yami hesitated, taking a step forward, and then shaking his head furiously and taking another backwards, to his original position.
The clock in the hall outside the living room, struck eleven O'clock.
Then, Yami turned his face away from him.
Seto was infuriated.
"Come," He repeated.
Yami shook his head in a clear, 'no.'
Seto eyes narrowed and Yami flinched.
"I said come, bitch!" Seto roared.
Yami stared at him blankly, and in a dead, little, but very clear voice, he softly said, "No."
That was it he was so going it get it. Seto's patience had run out, but Yami had only himself to blame. It was his own damn fault.
'Pooor Yami…' Mused Seto as he marched up to the ex-pharaoh.
Oh the things Seto had in store for him for his defiance.
Snatching him by his soft, multi-coloured locks, Seto dragged Yami upstairs to their bedroom. All the while, ignoring the screams and pleas coming from the red rose petal lips…
Two hours later…. (Still in flashback)
Mokuba walked into the mansion just as the clock in the hall outside the living room struck one.
'Damn, 'Thought Mokuba, 'Yami-chan's gonna kill me!'
He'd just returned from a party at his friend, Mikoyu's house but had promised to be back by eleven max.
Obviously, that wasn't the case…
'Maybe, if I use my super-secret-special-nickname-weapon…'
Nodding happily to himself, he quietly skipped up the staircase to his brother's and his brother's lover's bedroom.
"Se-kun! Mi-mi-chan! I'm ba-" Mokie's bellowing came to a dramatic end as he stared at the scene before him.
Yami was lying angelically on the large canopy bed with his eyes closed, almost as if asleep. He was covered by only nauseating bruises and blackened scars symbolizing previous abuse, and his clothes lay in strips and pieces around the otherwise spotless room.
He lay in a position of dance.
His hands; left around his waist as if to pull someone close, and right clutched near his head as if holding someone's hand. His feet spread as to glade over a shinning ballroom floor and painted with blood in a ballet shoe-like pattern, even his the soles of his feet were painted with what seemed to be his blood!
The ruffled sheets covered in bright blood and glistening fluids.
"No, no, Mokie! Come back when he's finished!"
His eyes flew to his brother, who had spoken and was rushing to the bed only clothed in a bath robe, with a velvet bag in his hands.
Seto sat carefully on the side of the bed pulling his husband to him gently and laying him head on his lap. Next, he took a red silken dress with gold detail out from his back. It was lovely and looked like something a ballerina would wear. Seto carefully slid the delicate article over his 'lover's' head, and arranged it appropriately on the young man. Next came a pair of black wings with gold designs and ruby at the base of each of the main 'bones' of the wings. After, a golden anklet with Egyptian-styled charms and a ruby at the center, a tiara of the same fashion, some gold eye shadow with golden glitter in it for his 'beloved's' eyes, and even some blush was placed on the 'love'-bits to highlight them!
Then, as if handling a porcelain doll, he placed Yami back on the bed, fixing him into a ballerina's pose.
His hands spread; the left above his head and its fingers curled ever so slightly, and the right extended behind him. His face turned to his left hand. His legs parted; the left straight as if it was on its toes and the right flat and behind its partner.
"Something's missing…" He muttered to himself, scrutinizing Yami's face.
Seconds later, a psychotic grin broke out on his face.
His hands slipped up Yami's skirt and re-emerged covered in blood mixed with some semen. Bringing it to his lips he licked some of it off, and then moaned like a pleasured beast.
He gently smeared the red combination of fluids over Yami's lips.
That was the last straw, breaking from his stupor Mokuba keeled over and emptied his stomach.
"N-NNIII…NII-SAMA!" Screamed the youngest Kaiba, "What the hell is goin' on here! What the fuck did you do to poor Yami!"
End Flashback
It was later on that night, when Yami woke up, that the slut said all that shit about Seto 'betraying his trust' and 'taking advantage of him' and 'losing his once legendary control to a beer bottle.'
Fucking bitch.
And it wasn't enough for the whore to bad mouth him to his baby brother but, he divorced his ass too!
Entering the large house, he tried to stop the visions that flew before his eyes.
Yami smiling…
Yami laughing…
Yami sleeping…
"There's no way he left…" Seto muttered heading to the living room.
'Hn. Not here.' He thought, surprised, 'He's always in here waiting for me…'
He headed to the kitchen, be all he found was dirty dishes.
"The slut didn't even clean up!" He yelled, indignantly.
Huffing, and planning some well needed punishment, he head upstairs to the bed room.
'I'll use those new chains I got earlier this week…' He mused, excited at playing with his new toy and his favorite toy that never got old…
An image flashed before his eyes, and for reasons beyond his comprehension, his heart clenched painfully in his chest.
Yami…
…Scars marring the once flawless skin…
…Blood sickeningly enhancing the visage…
…A single rose placed on his barely beating heart…
….Restrained with heavy, silver chains…
A terrible feeling called out to him, as a small, weak voice, 'Cruel…'
He shook his head, trying to shake off a feeling.
He always gets it after punishing the worthless piece of shit he called a husband.
He entered the bedroom, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.
But all he found were ruffled sheets.
No Yami.
"Fucking retarded bitch!" Yelled Seto, kicking the porcelain vase in the corner and watching with satisfaction when it broke into tiny pieces.
'Good, that was a gift from that slut's hikari, or whatever they were calling midget's like him these days…' Thought Seto.
Even so…
"How dare he leave me? No one runs away from Seto Kaiba! NO ONE!"
With that train of thought, he decimated the bedroom all the while he cursed the ex-pharaoh…
Hours Later…
He lay panting on the floor when he broken all he could. And searched all he could. Trying to release the pain he felt.
The one that lingered…
The one that had made its mark on his life…
The one that only left him when he was too numb with drink…
The one that brought him to hurt the man he loved more than life itself…
"He really has left, hasn't he?" Asked Seto to the destruction around him.
Tears prickled at the ends of his eyes.
Still, images…
Yami in a baby blue tank top and black shorts sitting on their bed, chewing on the edge of his eraser as he did his home work…
Yami in his kendo uniform, a look of total concentration enhancing the delicate sharpness, and striking beauty of his features…
Yami, dressed in a formal, red, female kimono with black flames rising up the arms and bottom, and a thick, black rose obi…
Yami writhing beneath him, his sexy, lust-filled, half lidded crimson eyes stared piercingly above him, as moan after moan escaped he throat until he finally rode out the orgasmic waves of pleasure….
"I need to get out of here…" He said to the ghosts of his conscience, "It's this house. It has all these…these memories! Everywhere I look! Everything I do! He's everywhere!"
He paused, confusion marring his features, and stood up.
"But, how? I thought he left…"
Then a look of twisted enlightenment crossed his face.
He laughed psychotically.
"OH! I get it! He's here!" He pointed to the spot in which he stood.
"And he's there!" He pointed to a random spot to his left, following it with his eyes.
"HE'S EVERYWHERE!" He threw his hands up and laughed.
And laughed….
And laughed….
And laughed some more….
He laughed until his throat was sore and tears ran down his face.
"Oh God, I'm so messed up…."He muttered miserably to himself.
Lying back down amongst the rubble he swore, "Never again, I'll never a drink single drop of alcohol, ever again…
