Summary: Sometime after the end of the Battle City Tournament, Kaiba begins to deal with his loss, isolation, and his feelings for his little brother.
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! belongs to Kazuki Takahashi. Just borrowing!
Warnings: NC17 for m/m sex, and various kinds of wrongness.
Chapter one: Nightmare
The dueling arena seemed to expand and swell, rolling queasily across Kaiba's vision. And yet Yugi, far across the arena, only grew taller, more triumphant, more demanding.
Kaiba had lost. Even his God card could not stand against Yugi Mutou. Kaiba stared down at the card in his hand. Obelisk the Tormentor. He'd thought the God card would make him invincible, but it had failed him.
He had lost. He heard Mokuba's wails of disbelief and disappointment. He heard Yugi's friends' cheers. Now, he must cross this arena in defeat, while they all watched, surrender his card to his conqueror. He swallowed, but was unable to dispel the lump in his throat. He squared his shoulders, and took a step forward.
The arena shifted under his feet. Kaiba sucked in air and tried to steady himself. He took another step. Yugi seemed at once larger and farther away. Kaiba's stomach roiled. His eyes started to burn.
No. He would die on the spot, he would stop his own heart by force of will, before he would cry in front of Yugi and his friends. He blinked hard and took another step.
The Duel Disk on his left wrist grew heavy, as the cards within it began to shift, moving as if angry, as if rejecting the owner who had brought them failure. He heard the faint roar of the Blue Eyes White Dragon, resentful of his loss. Kaiba wanted to sink to his knees and apologize to his dragon, beg its forgiveness for losing this final match.
He kept walking across the arena, although Yugi seemed even farther away now. He held his head high, his back straight, while his heart broke into millions of tiny pieces. He was ashamed, but his shame was cold and hard, like ice water dripping down his chest. It stuck in his throat and in his belly.
"Big Brother!" Mokuba called. His voice was a wail of pain. Don't cry, he wanted to tell his brother, but he didn't dare speak, or turn his head. He could only keep his eyes forward, his step straight ahead. "Yeah, Kaiba, who's the loser now?" Joey's voice taunted. The burning in Kaiba's eyes increased. He doggedly walked on.
By the time he reached Yugi at the other end of the arena, sweat was soaking Kaiba's body, making his clothing cling uncomfortably. His breath was coming in short, heavy gasps. Yugi had grown until he loomed over Kaiba. His violet eyes flashed, as he stared haughtily down at Kaiba.
"Yugi," Kaiba said.
Yugi nodded and waited.
Kaiba held the God card in cupped hands, and bowed deeply as he offered the card to Yugi.
He waited. And Yugi let him wait, let him stand bent over, hands outstretched. He closed his eyes and breathed slowly, trying to remain calm, until finally Yugi leaned down and gently took the card from him, cool, blunt fingers brushing lightly against his palm.
The coldness in him was spreading, not just in his chest now, but shivering across his shoulders, down his back, between his legs. Kaiba remained in a low bow, even though Yugi had taken his prize, and Kaiba's hands were empty. He was still waiting for something, although he wasn't sure what. Then he felt the Duel Disk on his wrist stir again.
"Blue Eyes," Kaiba whispered. His throat hurt. The wind blew harshly across his naked back. His clothing was gone, leaving him exposed to everyone around the arena. Yet he still couldn't stand up.
Then he saw the faint blue-white holographic glow emerge from his deck, and he knew what he was waiting for. The Blue Eyes White Dragon formed in front of him, scales glinting in the sun, breath groaning in its huge throat, fumes of sulfur and dragon musk swirling in the air. It had come to punish him.
Kaiba closed his eyes. His knees grew watery, and he braced his hands on his thighs. His stomach roiled as he felt the whoosh of the great dragon's wings spreading. Then its body settled around him, and lifted him into the air, its sharp metallic scales digging into his sides. Kaiba shuddered, shifted in the Blue Eyes's grasp.
The dragon's sharp, needlelike claws gripped him, piercing his chest and thighs. Kaiba moaned in pain, the cold of his shame melting swiftly to the heat of fear. One claw stabbed into his nipple, sending shockwaves of pain and horrible arousal through him. He pulled ineffectually at the great beast's claws, helpless against the Blue Eyes White Dragon's strength. Then claws crept between his legs, pricking his thighs apart, and the beast's huge member prodded his buttocks. Kaiba struggled, suspended in the air in a dragon's implacable grip, screaming now in fear and pain, but unable to stop the huge phallus from entering him. It was rough and scaly, hard as stone, and he could feel the sharp edges of the scales cutting as they spread him, working ever more deeply into him.
"No!" he protested, begged, hot tears now spilling from his eyes unheeded. "Please. Blue Eyes...." But the huge beast was senseless to his pleas and struggles, and it continued relentlessly to thrust into him. And, despite the pain and humiliation, his own cock hardened in response, and it too wept as he hung helpless in the dragon's claws.
"I'm sorry," he sobbed. "Blue Eyes...."
TBC