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 two: The game
Kaiba struggled awake in a hot, sticky fog, sheet wrapped around one leg, hand clutching his wilting cock, semen cooling on his belly. He suppressed a groan, trying to steady his breathing, and let go of his cock, rubbing his sticky hand on his thigh. He glanced over at the other side of the bed, where his brother curled up in sleep, a slash of moonlight across his pale cheek.
Thank the gods Mokuba hadn't wakened. Kaiba licked his lips and swallowed, his throat nearly as dry as it had been in his dream. Had he made any noise? Had he called out in his sleep? His eyes burned as if he'd been crying. Kaiba rubbed them roughly. Damn. This had to stop. It was the third time this week he'd had that dream, or one like it, and woken up with semen in his hand. He couldn't keep doing this with Mokuba in his bed.
Slowly, he began to work his leg free of the sheet, all the while watching Mokuba to make sure he didn't wake up. He was barely aware of the tiny smile that twitched the corner of his mouth at the sight of his little brother sleeping peacefully at his side. Probably it was wrong, at their ages, to be sleeping in the same bed. But after the trouble with Noah that had nearly separated Kaiba from his brother permanently, they both slept better with the other nearby.
But if Mokuba... ? Kaiba finally untangled the sheet, and gently pulled it over Mokuba's sleeping form. If Mokuba woke up one night and saw his big brother in the throes of a wet dream, with his hands on his cock -- or worse, with with his hands on his little brother --
Kaiba's breath caught, and he moved away from Mokuba. It was time, it was past time, for Mokuba to go back to his own bed.
But how could he explain to Mokuba why he couldn't sleep with him any longer? He couldn't very well tell him that he was having violent dreams about being buggered by his Blue Eyes White Dragon. But he'd have to tell him something that would make sense, something that was close enough to the truth, that Mokuba would accept.
He turned onto his side, facing his brother. Carefully, he reached out, and stroked one strand of the silky black hair spilling onto the pillow. Kaiba loved Mokuba's hair and had never bothered him to cut it, allowing him to let it grow in luscious thick clouds down his back.
Maybe if he masturbated before he went to bed he wouldn't have the dreams.
Kaiba locked the door to his private VR room and turned on the computer. This was where he did the initial development on his holographic games, on a dedicated system, completely isolated from the Kaiba Corp network. He picked a set of DVDs of works-in-progress from the shelves and loaded them into the computer's tray.
This was his preliminary version of the Legendary Heroes game -- one that the Big 5 had never touched. Of course, it was also rough and incomplete. That was fine for Kaiba's purposes; he just needed a jumping-off point for what he had in mind today.
Next, he loaded in a hardcore sex game he'd hacked on the Internet, just to save himself the trouble of reinventing the wheel. He had no intention of ever releasing this particular version of Legendary Heroes, so there was no need to worry about borrowing someone else's code. He ran the sex game program through a decompiler, then dumped the raw code into the Legendary Heroes library.
Kaiba sat down at his console. He wiped his hands on his pants and placed them on the keyboard.
It took him three hours of concentrated work to develop a Blue Eyes White Dragon that would perform sexual acts in the desired way. The sex game was designed to animate human bodies, not dragons, but the basics were there, and Kaiba was as brilliant with this as with all his work. Most of it was nuance; how hard the dragon would grip, how sharp the claws, how long it would thrust. He spent a good forty-five minutes designing the dragon's penis to achieve the desired size and rough, scaled texture.
Finally, he sat back and looked at his creation. His Blue Eyes White Dragon, his loyal defender, the pride of his deck. Turned into a sex toy to appease some sick need.
It's just electrical impulses in a machine, Kaiba told himself. He still didn't believe that "heart of the cards" nonsense that Yugi was always talking about. A card was a card.
And yet -- now that it was done, it felt wrong to pervert his beloved Blue Eyes this way. He stared at the screen for a long time. With one click, he could delete it. He reached for the mouse.
And dragged the color wheel to the left, changing the dragon's blue-white scales to silver-grey, its sky-blue eyes to charcoal. And there it was -- the Dark Eyes Silver Dragon, avenger of its brother's defeats. Kaiba drew a deep breath, and let it out a little shakily.
Next, he went to work on the game's other monsters. Most of them he left alone, but to a select few he added sexual functionality. Dark Magician. Harpy Lady. Witty Phantom. Each one was personalized, given special styles and talents. He hesitated over Joey's favorite Red Eyes Black Dragon, then left it alone. One ravaging dragon per game was enough. If he wanted to be sodomized by one of Joey Wheeler's cards -- which he didn't -- maybe Flame Swordsman? He hesitated again, then finally included the square-jawed warrior in his collection of Special Attack monsters. It was a mid-level monster, not particularly powerful. If he couldn't defeat it, he deserved what he got.
Then, finally, he turned to the game's characters. Or to one of them, anyway: the Princess. The small, raven-haired beauty who bore a striking resemblance to a certain little brother of Kaiba's. He integrated her program with the sex game's Kabuki actor, then began to fine-tune. But presently he found his fingers trembling as he picked out behaviors and tried them out on the character on the screen. Much more than with the Blue Eyes White Dragon, something inside him was screaming that this was wrong. Even with the sex change, she was too close to Mokuba for comfort. Abruptly, he saved his work, leaving the Princess in a limbo of partially-realized functions, and sat back from the computer, shaking.
Only then did he look at the clock and realize that he'd been working on this private sex fantasy all day. He was stiff and exhausted and hungry, and more than a little disgusted with himself. It was time he tended to his business and left this exercise in perversion for another day.
In the following days, Kaiba continued to work obsessively on his private game, locking himself into his computer laboratory for hours on end, adding new monsters to his Special Attack database, refining their behaviors, developing the rules for the game. And it was a game, with life points to protect and experiences to accumulate and levels to achieve. Even for a masturbatory fantasy, he couldn't help making it as detailed and well-designed as possible.
He returned to the Princess character with fretful regularity, worrying at her like a bruise, sweet and painful and irresistible. He added behaviors and deleted them, spent hours refining some small detail -- the way she touched her hair when she was flustered; the curve of her lower lip when she smiled; the smooth milky velvet of her skin. He made her shy and virginal, frightened but unable to resist the tide of passion inside her. He made her a child prostitute, talented and worldly and insatiable. He briefly turned her male, then back to female again.
The later he worked at night, the more like Mokuba she would become, the more his fingers would tremble and falter on the keys, the more his face would burn and his cock would harden, until finally he would sit back in his chair with his hands in his pants and tears in his eyes, working himself to a shameful release while the Princess danced and sighed and offered herself on the computer screen.
Then he would shut down the computer and stumble wearily to bed, where his beloved little brother slept peacefully, and he would settle as close to Mokuba as he dared, watching him and wanting him and hating himself until exhaustion finally took him.
He'd worked on the program for a week, and still hadn't entered the virtual world to try it out. He teetered constantly on the verge of strapping himself into the VR pod to experience it first hand, but always something held him back. He told himself he was concerned about the safety protocols -- combining two different VR worlds was always a little tricky, and he'd programmed a number of large and ferocious monsters to overpower and sexually assault their opponents. Preventing the holographic characters from damaging the players hadn't been a major concern for the sex game's creators. But Kaiba's Special Attack monsters could be dangerous if he didn't design their behaviors with care. He wavered between wanting to be overcome by their power, and needing a safe exit in case he got into something he couldn't handle.
He finally decided the game needed several difficulty levels, which would give him the ability to choose how easily he could stop or redirect the action, including a beta level with a quick and simple exit from the game at all times. That added even more complexity to his work. But the last thing he needed was to find himself stuck in the game being forced by a monster whose size and ferocity he'd miscalculated. It wouldn't be his real body being clawed and penetrated, but injuries received in VR simulations could still be traumatic, especially in a system as detailed and realistic as his.
At the back of his mind was the niggling thought that perhaps it wasn't entirely safety concerns that held him back from entering into his game. That he was afraid, not only of misjudging his monsters' violence, but of why he wanted it, and what it would do to him. But he resolutely pushed these thoughts aside. Fantasies were fantasies, meaningless mental detritus. He was nervous about playing the game, naturally. He'd never done anything like this before, and didn't really know what to expect. He'd get over that as soon as he'd played it a few times. Which he would do, just as soon as he'd done a little more work on the levels.
At least all the work was having one good effect -- he hadn't had the dream since he'd begun designing the game. Whether that was because he was expending all his sexual energy on the images and sensations of the game characters, or whether he was simply exhausting himself with all the late nights, he didn't know and didn't care. He was sleeping deeply and without dreams.
The game's effect on everything else in his life wasn't so good, though. After the first few days, he'd forced himself to take care of Kaiba Corp business first before locking himself away in his private laboratory, but even so, he was spending far too much time on something he'd never show to another living soul. He wasn't getting nearly enough sleep, and he was short-tempered and preoccupied and his employees were all avoiding him.
He was always this way on a new project, though. It would pass, once he'd finished the game. Meanwhile, Mokuba was safe, and that was all that really mattered.