And it's that time again – time for another chapter! Despite being slightly frustrated with (having to remove all my song fics before I got banned --) I have managed to write another chapter.

So enjoy. Also – and I will say this again at the end – I would very much appreciate reviews, especially critical ones. I'm trying to expand as a writer beyond mere fluff, angst and humor to be more accurate in my characterizations and to that end I would appreciate input.

That having been said – here you go.

Oh, and one last thing – as mentioned in the last chapter, I will be alternating which person's perspective is more examined in close third on the chapters. This one is in Kaiba's. Again, it's to try and exercise my authoring skills.

Kaiba had heard of people falling suddenly and drastically in love but he'd never believed it, not really. At least not until it happened to him. Generally he distrusted claims he hadn't personally experienced – Yami's crap about 'the heart of the cards,' Isis' past life nonsense – and sometimes even distrust his senses. It didn't do for a pragmatic businessman to buy into all of that drivel. It clouded the mind.

Then it did happen to him.

'What's going on?' He wondered. 'I don't know… I just don't…'

He'd always believed himself to have a modicum of control, that even when he saw some vision or monsters that it could be explained rationally. No 'shadow' baloney – just perfectly logical explanations. If my eyes deceived him, he felt that he could trust his mind to retain its sanity.

That was before his mind and body betrayed him.

The way it occurred was so confusing. Pegasus…

There was no getting around the fact that he was an attractive man. However, in Kaiba's opinion, he was also a very great fool who was at best an idiot and at worst a manageable corporate threat. He was irrational, immature and annoying, qualities which did much to override the physically attractive aspect he might have had.

Despite the fact that he dressed as stupidly as he lived, he was tall, pale and thin, like a delicate doll to be handled. If Kaiba would ever approach him, he thought it would be as the brusque, icy corporate mogul who was simply using a pretty object for the pleasure it could give. The body was a slender, supple temptation; the mind of the man was mere inconvenience to be shut up the rest of the time.

Then something happened.

Kaiba felt himself going through a simple routine, the signing of papers - a mere matter of formality between the two companies which practically had to work together, no matter how he despised it. Pegasus was there as ever, downing yet another glass of wine. Nothing was irregular, per se, though he was rather thirsty.

Suddenly, without warning, Kaiba found himself staring at Pegasus, completely overwhelmed. The older man suddenly seemed perfect in every way, from the cascade of his hair to his lithe frame to his milky skin. His body burnt and even when he tried to suppress his thoughts, he found that for the first time he could not. His senses were completely out of control and he felt himself heat up to think about Pegasus, mentally undressing him, mentally undressing them…

'Stop!' Kaiba thought to himself desperately.

Whatever came next, he needed to be alone. He teetered on the precipice of making a fool of himself and it was best if there weren't any witnesses. After all, Pegasus alone could be discredited over what transpired, so long as there was no one to corroborate the story.

Kaiba heard words spilling out of his mouth, words he never intended to say, words he never wanted to say. It wasn't what his mind was thinking, yet he was speaking those words nonetheless.

The inflection wasn't his. The words weren't his. He didn't sound anything like himself, yet at the same time he could not help it. Something was wrong…

Then Pegasus jumped into their exchange.

The secret is – I care about you too.

No kidding. Pegasus' attraction wasn't precisely invisible, it was simply never reciprocated. It wasn't anything Kaiba had wanted, that emotional attachment. Sex, maybe, but not a 'caring' relationship in any sense of the word. This wasn't what he wanted, he told himself, but his body was answering with a vastly different response.

They were kissing. And it felt good – it really did. Despite himself, Seto could feel his arousal. Yet the entirety of the situation, the way in which it was happening… it wasn't supposed to be that way.

He was clutching, lost and confused, caught between what he thought and what he felt – and even what he thought was becoming less distinct. He despised the man. Didn't he? His memory felt foggy.

So he made his excuses, told his lies, did what he had to get away from prying eyes. And now he was outside of Pegasus house. Now he was ringing the bell. Now the man was pulling him inside, nuzzling him, stroking him, petting him and all he could feel was his heart speeding up and his body pulsing, reacting to the man's touch.

"Pegasus!" He gasped, startled at how quickly everything seemed to move.

The other smiled silkily.

"What is it?"

'Leave me alone. Stop this. Quit.'

"You feel so good… I want you so badly…"

'WHAT?'

Pegasus nodded knowingly and took him by the hand, leading him to a dark, quiet bedroom. There were lit candles at various places in the room, burning softly and emanating some unidentifiable scent. Kaiba wanted to run but his body stumbled along willingly, even eagerly. He felt the man push him on to the bed, kiss him again, undress him…

As he felt his clothing fall away it suddenly seemed as though he'd emerged from underwater. His head felt clearer and though he was still having trouble moving he could speak.

"This… is… rape…" He managed to breathe out before whatever seemed to be suffocating his reason enveloped him once more.

Pegasus drew back as if struck. His eye managed to convey a sense of hurt and betrayal of which even Kaiba hadn't expected them to be capable. The thought entered his mind that perhaps he was wrong. What if he was? Perhaps this was no fault of Pegasus'. After all, he, Seto Kaiba, had done everything to make Pegasus believe that this was what he wanted.

Kaiba didn't know what to do.

"You said you wanted this!" Pegasus moaned in a hurt, accusatory voice.

He had. That was true. But whose fault was it that he'd said those words? Certainly not his own. Those weren't the words of Seto Kaiba. But then whose were they? Pegasus'? But how? There was no plausible explanation. Nothing seemed to make sense. And now uncertain actions had led him to Pegasus' lair, his bed, his clutches, his embrace…

Kaiba hung his head.

Who was he?

Now Pegasus' back was turned and Kaiba could hear small sobs of frustration. That dolt. He got emotional over everything. Then, like a breaker washing over the shore, Kaiba felt an unexpected, unwarranted wave of regret.

He felt himself standing and tried not to. He felt himself hold Pegasus when he didn't want to. Like watching a movie, he saw his actions and cursed his inability to stop.

"I'm sorry…" He unwillingly whispered. "I'm just nervous. This is my first time, you know. I'm not used to this."

He would never say such things, never, NEVER… Magic wasn't real, but then what was this? He wanted to panic and run but felt himself pressing into Pegasus' back.

Pegasus turned around, his eye red and teary. He held Kaiba and lowered him back on to the bed.

"We don't have to do this now if you don't want to," he whispered. "If you're frightened we can move slowly."

A way out. He needed to take it. If only to reflect…

"That's OK. I want this. I want you.

Take me."

Pegasus nodded, his eye dry now since Kaiba had brushed away the saline trickles from his face. Kaiba sat on the bed, half-undressed, as Pegasus went around and blew out the candles one by one.

Then, in the darkness, he took the shivering boy who wondered how it could be happening.

Hope you liked it. The next chapter will be in close 3rd examining Pegasus. Remember – review. :) It encourages the next chapter.

Any and all feedback is appreciated.