CHAPTER TWO
A/N: Yes, I actually *am* continuing this...even though I still can't think of it without a bright red blush spreading over my face, accompanied by a proud smile. Ahhh, my baby. I enjoy this fic, because I'M A SICK BITCH! Ahem. Yes. Anyway, I do grin rather psychotically whenever I think about it...that's nothing compared to Marcy's reaction, though. However, I think she was just getting off on it. Just kidding, you know I love you, Marcy.
Anyway, on to the fic.
// for thoughts
/ usually demonstrates the more active, outgoing half of someone's mind if I have them fighting an internal fight....get it? Like two halves of someone's mind fighting each other...okay? Good.
Kaiba slowly opened his eyes. They felt like they were glued shut. He blinked in the bright sunlight and shifted position slightly, freezing almost immediately after doing so, realizing that his body ached. //Why do I hurt so much?// Memories came flooding back to him and he flushed crimson, pounding a fist against the pillow in fierce, violent shame.
"Good morning, Kaiba." The voice was soft and teasing, a voice that was now all-too-familiar, and Kaiba froze, as though by not moving he could simply disappear. //Pegasus...//
"What...shy?" The voice was closer now, imminently close to him. "You weren't at all shy yesterday..." he felt Pegasus' breath against his ear, then cool hands were running down his back, tracing his waist. He shuddered. Suddenly, the hands on his waist tightened and he found himself being flipped over onto his back, face to face with Pegasus. The silver-haired man was smirking down at him. "You're not going to start being a blushing flower now, are you, Kaiba? After all we've meant to each other!" He stroked his hands down Kaiba's flat stomach, once again relishing in the feeling of the smooth skin. Kaiba shut his eyes, turning his head to the side, determined not to feel any more of this, but it quickly became impossible as Pegasus began moving down, pressing soft wet kisses against Kaiba's stomach. "Oh no, you can't do that, Kaiba." Pegasus murmured, lips softly brushing Kaiba's skin as he spoke. "I let you turn away enough yesterday. I think you should see this...after all, you want a memory to look back on with fondness in years to come, don't you?"
Kaiba's face burned. He felt one thin, cold finger run down his cheek.
"Now...open your eyes, Kaiba."
Slowly, brilliant blue eyes slit open, then widened reluctantly. Pegasus smiled smugly. "That's much better." Holding Kaiba's wrists down, he kicked a leg over Kaiba's waist so that he was straddling the brunette. Kaiba no longer struggled, simply stared up at Pegasus with absolute loathing. "Don't you want one last kiss, Kaiba?" Pegasus teased. Kaiba made no response, he simply scowled. Pegasus arched an eyebrow in reply and leaned forwards slowly until he was about an inch from Kaiba's face, pausing only momentarily before very roughly capturing Kaiba's lips. Kaiba didn't exactly resist, but he sure didn't make it easy, either. Pegasus roughly grabbed Kaiba's chin, painfully forcing Kaiba's mouth open and sliding his tongue in, sweeping it wickedly across the roof of Kaiba's mouth. As the pulled apart, he sucked on Kaiba's lower lip and then bit down hard enough to draw blood, but Kaiba didn't cry out at all. He refused to do so.
When they parted, Pegasus leaned in very close to Kaiba, so close that his lips brushed Kaiba's ear as he spoke. "You will remember this for the rest of your life."
Kaiba squeezed his eyelids shut tight, forcing back the tears with all his might. //He took everything from me...I won't let him take the last vestige of pride I have...I won't cry in front of him!//
Pegasus leaned back, sliding off of Kaiba with a look of extreme reluctance. "As much as I would love to stay here with you all day, Kaiba, I think that we do have some unfinished business...your duel, I believe? If you still want to fight for that brother of yours..."
Kaiba sat up, anger rushing through him. "Of course I do!"
Pegasus stared at him, amused smile on his face, and Kaiba flushed under the gaze, once again all-too-aware that all he had covering him was a thin sheet, which lay in a tangled pile in his lap, but he refused to give in to the abasement; he tossed his head in defiance, staring Pegasus in the eyes with a rebellious look. Pegasus smiled.
"Ever the brave warrior, hmmmm, Seto?"
"Don't call me that."
"I'll call you whatever I want. I'd advise you to go...clean yourself up..." once again, Pegasus' eyes swept over Kaiba's body, causing the brunette to shiver with nausea and loathing. "...and get some clothing on. Unless you'd rather go without them and have another go at my preferred form of dueling."
"I'll pass on that one," Kaiba shot back immediately. Pegasus laughed; there was a long pause as the older man stared at Kaiba. "...if you don't mind?!" Kaiba prodded. Pegasus arched an eyebrow at him. "LEAVE!" Kaiba ordered. Both of the older man's eyebrows shot up at the order, amazed that Kaiba could still show so much authority after being utterly humiliated and while under the roof of the person responsible for that debasement, but he smiled and nodded before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.
Kaiba sat in bed for a long moment, making sure that Pegasus wasn't returning. Then, he slid quickly out of the bed and went straight to the door, locking it fast. //Now...then that door must lead to the bathroom.// He walked very slowly, feeling his body ache more with each step. Stooping slowly, he picked up his clothing, which was now folded neatly on the floor. He straightened up cautiously, wincing at the pain, and headed into the bathroom, locking that door behind him as well. Moments later, he was in the shower, the water on scalding hot as he attempted to wash the feeling out of his skin. He tore at his skin with the rough bristled brush that was in the shower, rubbing so hard that he eventually drew blood. The water stung as it hit the freshly broken skin, but he barely noticed. No matter what he did, he still felt dirty. //Nothing will ever get rid of this feeling.//
Stepping out of the shower, he quickly toweled himself off. Rubbing his wet hair with a towel, he pulled his pants on and dropped the rest of his clothing on the edge of the sink before turning on the faucet and splashing cold water on his face. Hands on the sink rim, resting all his weight on the sink, he looked up at himself in the mirror from underneath dripping wet bangs. What he saw there disgusted him; with one sweep of his hand, he splashed water up at the mirror. The water blurred the image, fuzzing everything over for a few moments. He paused as he moved to put on his shirt; turning his back on the mirror, he looked over his shoulder at his back in the mirror. Just below his neck was a deep bloody "X." Kaiba shuddered, feeling physically sick. //That's never going to go away...even if I ever could forget what had happened here, that scar would be there to remind me.// Turning back, he pulled his shirt over his head and put his shoes and jacket on. He took a last look in the mirror. The water had by now streamed down the shimmering glass, leaving the picture clear as crystal once again. He didn't like what he saw any better the second time he saw it.
"Look at you," he said softly to the Kaiba in the mirror. "What are you? You're nothing. Look at the way he controlled you. You're nothing but a puppet. A giant fucking PUPPET!" Anger bursting forth, he punched the mirror with all his might, and it shattered, glass flying across the room. He ignored the pain seeping through him, ignored the blood dripping onto the floor, running down the drain of the sink, staining the marble bathroom. Ignoring everything, he swept out of the room, only to come face to face with Pegasus. The older man was standing there, looking alarmed.
"What was that? I heard a crash!"
Kaiba kicked behind him, kicking open the door to the bathroom and exposing the room to Pegasus. The older man took in the scene with wide, astonished eyes: the shattered mirror, the glass on the floor, the blood stains covering everything. He turned his stunned eyes to Kaiba, staring first in a daze at Kaiba's bloody hand, and then slowly looking Kaiba in the eye.
Kaiba's brilliant blue eyes flicked over until he was staring Pegasus right in the eyes. He shrugged, a look of complete nonchalance on his face. "Send me the bill." With that, he turned on his heel and walked swiftly out the door, leaving a shocked Pegasus staring after him.
~TBC~
A/N: Well, that's done, then. Muah. Has anyone else noticed that I like making people punch mirrors? I believe that that's THREE fics so far...once here, once in "Spiders" (chapter 2), and once in Disengage (under the name Nuwanda Quillow, since me and my best friend wrote it together). Oh well. REVIEW!
I must also add that I hope you all like the title to this fic well enough. When I first proudly and yet embarrassedly presented the first chappie of this fucked up little ficlet to my friends at lunch, I asked them for title ideas. They were…um…less than helpful. Anne suggested "Deep Throat" like the sick fuck that she is (j/k, you know I love you) and Erika thought it should be "The Ins and Outs of Card Gaming," b/c she is equally messed up. Yeah, so I went with this. In addition, this chappie is called "Loofah" b/c of my friend Caitlin P. When I told her about Kaiba showering to try and clean Pegasus off of him, she died laughing, picturing Kaiba in the shower w/ Peggy outside the door w/ a towel around his waist, a shower cap on and a loofah in one hand. LOL, I almost died when she told me that!
Dedications:
Mari: *cowers in fear* I swear to you, I'll finish it soon! I swear! Because I love ya! ^___^ *kawaii smile which I hope will make you love me and find me adorable and make you forget about wanting to kill me*
Puppy Jounouchi: I loves ya, and I miss you, and I want to glomp you when I see you next! ^___^ Yay! *glomps imaginary Jou*
Caitlin: I just have one word for you: Loofah.