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For the moment they kissed the time stood still. Kaiba felt the heat inside turning into pleasure and his hands were now embracing Joey's shoulders. Joey had closed his eyes the moment their lips touched yet Kaiba couldn't. Looking in the other boy's face was so peaceful.

But when Joey opened his eyes again Kaiba stepped back anxiously. Joey didn't say a word just watched him with a strange expression. Kaiba stared at the floor to avoid eye contact.

Stupid idiot, he called himself. Why did he do this? A few moments ago he thought his worst idea was staying but kissing Joey was much, much worse. Blood shot in his face and the room started spinning around.

Suddenly Joey grabbed his wrist but Kaiba wrested his arms from him and pushed Joey back. Anger rose in him. Of course Joey would show some pity because he was so fucking nice. But the truth was that he was disgusted like Kaiba himself. Again Joey tried to come near. Maybe he was saying something but a sudden headache made everything blurry. He rubbed his eyes and stumbled a few steps back. He stroke the doorframe while tears sprouted in his eyes. With a fast turn he emerged from the kitchen to the floor and from there in the bedroom.

Closing the door by kicking it with his right foot he jumped to the bedside table. He lifted the small board and shifted it to the entrance. The framed picture and a glass fell down with a crack. Splinters were covering the floor. The headache became more intensive and Kaiba gritted his teeth. Tears were running down his face but he fought them back. With his last strength he collapsed into the back corner of the room drawing up the knees and buried his face in his hands.

Everything was so wrong. It all turned out to be a complete disaster. The pain in his head was now overwhelming and his heart was beating faster than ever. His muscles still weakened by the illness were trembling and an itching pain in his food made sure that he had stepped in some splinters. With some bad luck he would bleed to death, Kaiba thought cynically.

A crunching noise focused Kaiba's attention to the entrance. Joey had pushed the barricaded door open. The bedside table wasn't heavy enough to block it. Speechless Joey entered the room. He noticed the broken picture on the floor and with a fast movement he jumped to Kaiba who was still sitting in the corner. "What the hell are you doing?", Joey gasped angryly. Kaiba's eyes gleamed wickedly, "Can't you see I don't want company?" Inside Kaiba was glad to see Joey was not showing false kindness.

"That is not my problem. You are in my flat. And just by the way, using the key would have been a better solution than blowing up my room and bleeding on my carpet."

Kaiba took a look at his feed where little drops of blood were visible through his toes.

"Well, you like cleaning. So I guess you won't have a problem to get rid of this." Kaiba replied and he lifted his right hand to massage his temples.

"What's wrong with you?", Joey said in an annoyed voice and pressed Kaiba's shoulders to the wall.

"I don't want your pity!", Kaiba hissed and Joey moved back. He sat on the bed and took a deep breath.

"Dream on", he said with a toneless voice. "I am not pity for you. Not after the mess you made."

Kaiba rose to his feed. His legs were trembling and the his head was killing him. The colours in the room were much to bright but he tottered to the window and opened it. Joey who watched him closely jumped to his feed. "What are you doing?", he shouted and tore him from the window.

With surprising power Kaiba shoved Joey away. The pain and the flickering lights were getting stronger. A cold wind was coming in but Kaiba leaned his upper body out and puked into the starting night. Joey who was back on his side threw a disgusted glance down the soiled wall.

"This was not necessary. I don't kiss so bad", he remarked.