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Wow, I was somewhat surprised at the strong response to the poll. The couples results are; it looks like Seto needs to get up off his ass and fight for his man, Mokuba needs to find someone his own age, and last Pegasus needs to get a life outside of Seto…… you guys really rock! That's why I just had to update!!! Well, here we go, don't want to give it away, but you write the story. So let's rock on!!

Chapter: 12 I need You, Dreams

The sleeping giant dragon called Domino lay silent among the rubbles of destruction. She roared so fiercely just a few days ago, that now only her breath swept over the sky. Yet the fear from the hot embers dying in the hollows of her throat left the city in danger of more destruction. That was the way of earth shakes; you did not know when the shaking would stop. Sometimes it would just roll over like a fat mans belly filled with beer, but even so the foam would settle and the burp brought peace. Peace took time and time could only be measured in seconds. Four days passed before the shaking stopped completely. Domino slept and remained behind closed doors to the world.

A sign on a lonely road which read 'Welcome to The Dueling Capital' swayed in the wind and the travelers swiftly made U-turns to avoid any contact with the community; a ghost town. Not even the curious had the nerve to enter the bowels of the city. Domino became a desert dry and forbidden; yet like a desert, water could always be found, if your will to survive was strong. Mokuba had become an oasis and the water flowed from his heart.

Domino depended on its inhabitants and the huge generosity of the Kaiba estate. Empty streets, deserted houses, and hollow eyes dotted the community, but hope slowly made its way back into the hearts of the survivors.

Today Mokuba, the younger Kaiba brother who was filled with bountiful ambition held a meeting in the town square and outlined his renewal plan for his beloved city much to the amazement of his friends. It was broadcasted all over TV stations, air waves, and printed from the Kaiba Corp. foundation on special flyers to be distributed. The distribution would not only cover the city but the country and the world. Mokuba wanted to show his people were survivors and strong. He had become a ray of hope changing the name of Kaiba to more than games and profit; but hope. The largest motivation for the hyper active boy was his feelings for one sexy blond. Mokuba wanted to prove his worth as a person to his friend or a lover.

After about ten minutes of the best rally in the history of Domino he concluded his speech to the resounding applause of many.

"Thank you citizens of Domino, we will survive," his voice rang loud and clear. Meanwhile in a hospital bed outside of the city, another battle still rolled on.

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Joey's specialist sat in a chair near his bed and spoke candidly to the resting patient. He had just come out of surgery, the first of many to properly reset his leg. It was imperative to reconnect muscles and ligaments in his arm and hand now that the healing process had began.

"Hey Doc, give it to me straight," his eyes lids were heavy as he slurred the words. But it was good to feel again, regardless if it meant working through pain.

"Well, you will need a lot of effort and physical therapy to regain the use of your arm and leg. I know it's hard, but limping and scaring is to be expected." The doctor tactfully evaded the real question and Joey was not sure if he wanted to ask, so he did not.

"I see . . . when can I leave?" His tongue felt so heavy, he turned to the side, searching for moisture for comfort to ease the pain in his throat. The water helped but he needed more; something was missing. Someone appeared in his mind and spoke gently to him. It helped him to sleep and eased the discomfort in his chest. He couldn't understand the words but his body blushed at the thought of this mystery lover, this tingling that started in his heart and flowed to every limb in his body. The doctor continued to talk and brought Joey out of his daydreaming with a puzzled look on his face.

"Your temperature is fine and you've taken quite well to the antibiotics. If you remain stable maybe in a few days, but remember you'll need lots of care." The doctor pasted a practiced smile on his face. "I'm sure you have a pretty little bride waiting to take you in," now he winked.

As if on some invisible time, Mokuba burst in out of breath and full of answers. "Well he doesn't' have a bride, but he has me. What's up Joey? Are you cheating on me again?" Now Mokuba winked.

The doctor caught the joke and stood to shake hands with the younger Kaiba. "It's an honor to know you Young Kaiba-sama. I was merely informing our patient he needs twenty-four hour care if he is to leave in a few days. If something were to happen I would lose my job and my life. But from what I understand his home was destroyed in the quake."

"Ah . . . no problem . . . Joey I thought you understood I am going to take care of you," spoke Mokuba. Slyly he moved to his bed side and causally draped his arm around his shoulder. Whether the gesture was one of possession or friendship only time could tell.

"Mokuba . . . I can't," Joey unaware of his actions turned toward his warmth and rested his cheek on Mokuba's arm. "You've done so much in secret already for me, I can't ask for more." It was in that moment the painful memories of his paintings came to life. Scents of oils, thinners, and, paints filled his nostrils and pieces of his spirit withered. The unanswered question now dangled in his face and taunted his mind. 'I feel like a bird trapped in a cage and the cat is outside. The bird's heart and wings beat so quickly and died, along with all his hopes and dreams.'

He closed his eyes and thought not about Mokuba but his dragon. 'How can I dwell in a house with a man that hates me,' it was so difficult to fight the lump in his throat, the dryness increasingly gathered in his mouth. The tears of despair making their way up to the surface, but stopping to rap around his fragile heart. Joey needed a way out of this cell.

"Well, I've got a few test to run, and you guys have a lot to talk about." The doctor left a bit confused at the reluctance of Joey's refusal, completely unaware of the war Joey fought.

"Joey, listen you have nowhere to go and I have this huge mansion with a million rooms." Mokuba knew he had him in a corner, but he crossed his fingers behind his back anyway. "I won't let your pride or stubborn nature prevent you from doing what you know is to be right. Besides I know you are not asking I'm telling."

"Kaiba, I won't be a burden," just to say his name caused a trembling in Joey body. He moved away from Mokuba with a twitch of guilt. Mokuba would shift the ties of friendship, but Joey wanted to hold on to a love with probability.

The gesture was ignored by the smiling raven haired boy. He smiled sarcastically and spoke with confidence," Oh, Joey is that your concern, Kaiba. Well don't think about it, he's been so busy lately with projects. Didn't I tell you he's working very close with Pegasus? They have become friends and it seems like I don't see one without the other." His eyes narrow to slits as he played with the words. "Seto works so hard I guess he has to relax sometime. Yeah, Pegasus has this smile on his face all his time, it's disgusting."

"No, I didn't know." Joey's shoulders sank down and he buried his head, maybe he could hide his emotions under the sheets as well. His arm started to ache, which only served to remind him of his dreams. Dreams bitterly crushed to pieces.

"Well he's been so busy lately, you know. I doubt he'll even notice you are there. Trust me; I'll take care of everything. When you're better we can look for a place if you want to. Besides I'm sure you'll be starting art school, so . . . . ." the words not meant to be cruel sliced into Joey's heart and as they died on Mokuba's lips a part of the others spirit snapped.

"Stop it!! Look at my hands I'll never paint again, never." Not a tear escape from its prison, the boy was too frustrated to try. 'Seto didn't even care to come and see me. I'd give anything just to hear the twisted affections from his sensuous mouth. I'm his mutt, and he's thrown me out on the street,' he thought. The hole in his heart grew wider. "Leave, I'm too tired."

Mokuba planted a kiss on Joey's forehead and forged on with his half truths. "I'll come and visit you tomorrow so get lots of sleep. Joey you don't owe us anything, you're my friend. Mokuba wanted to say something else, but Joey was not ready to listen.

So he preys on his love of the city to break him down. "Everyone is helping friends and family through these hard times. The city is screaming for relief and its people have all become neighbors. Yugi and Yami are talking to children all over the city. So let me help you it's a small thing to do."

Mokuba moved closer to his ear and whisper, "Do you really think my brother will ever have time for you? He couldn't take me to a museum exhibit. Has he come by to thank you for saving my life?"

"Ok, man but understand this is it Mokuba, I've had it with your brother, maybe you are right." The words hurt to speak.

A wave of nausea hit the Joey again, his thought wondering to the past, 'Kaiba I'd always thought our fighting would someday lead to something else. I saw you looking at me at Mokuba's pool party. That's why I continued to act a fool. Well when this is over I'm still going to tell you what a big jerk you are. Did I really expect him to be concerned about me? I'm still going to tell you I love you asshole. I'll always want you. Then I'll walk away, but I promise you'll regret treating me so shamelessly. '

Mokuba watched the conflicting emotions play games across the boys face and a little guilt assaulted his conscious. Yet not enough to tell the true, these boys were so easy to read.

'Joey loved Kaiba and he didn't believe the words his brother spoke. Kaiba cared, but he'd never act. He sees me as only a friend, well that was about to change, once Joey lived under his roof, he'll grow to love me. I'll make him love me.' Mokuba smiled and walked out into the night air with a whistle on his lips. If he'd not been so preoccupied with his selfish plans he would have seen the long figure sitting in the park across from the hospital.

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Outside of the quiet building Seto watch the third floor, sixth window down intently, of course it was the room in which his puppy slept. As the light dimed to a night glow he sighed. 'Maybe I'll leave; he's finally gone to sleep. ' After a long day of mindless work Seto decided to take a break and start to dose only to succumb to a nightmare, or day mare of sorts.

In his dream he was searching for his lover, without a face. Each time he reached for the hand of his mate the distance widen. Others kept blocking and pulling them apart. Finally he reached the arm and grasps it tightly and suddenly the face appeared. It was Joey but he kept sliding further and further down the mountain into a fierily hell. "Seto please, it's so hot, hot."

Seto hands slipped and only the finger tips of the lovers connected. He slipped and the last word the blond spoke were I love you . . . I love you . . . Seto. The boy tumbled over the cliff with his eyes fixed on the blue fire in the others.

"Noooooooooooo . . ." Seto screamed and follow him down screaming. It was at that point he awoke and painfully rubbed his backside. He'd fallen out of his office chair. 'I've got to go . . . . He needs me,' he thought. It was at that point he left his office and drove at law breaking speed to the hospital.

'So here I am looking up at a window afraid to move, how pathetic,' he thought. Without even looking down at his side he knew she was there the Scent of roses and wild jasmine filled the air.

"Shouldn't you be at home somewhere, or in a cloud dreaming?" sarcasm flowed from his tight lips like honey. Although at the same time he searched for the small hand as it reached up to enslave his own.

"It's not nice to harass little girls," Kisara curled her small fingers around his.

"Yeah, or Mother Nature, or whatever the hell you are," he tightened his long slender hand around her small fingers. His dependence on Kisara rocked the emotional being buried in his soul. The little waif entertained his madness with little flutters that surrounded his cold heart. The feeling was so foreign it was difficult to identify its true meaning, but it was warm.

To the average young man in love it would be called something mundane as friendship, need, or simply trust. Remember when you close your eyes and trusted the other not to let you fall. Seto didn't know how to identify Kisara as the wings he never had, yet always possessed in his deepest of hearts.

"Why don't you go to him, he's waiting, you big old scary –cat. Standing out here all alone in the dark and he's crying inside. What if he's hurting or something?" Seto breath gathered on the air, and blew white pillows of indecision in front of his face. He watched as the pillows disappeared and lowered his head in mild defeat.

"Is this the Prince, my ancestors worshiped of ole," she preached.

"Shut up . . . . Don't you think I realize I'm being a coward? It's just I can't think, I don't want to feel these feelings. What could I possibly do for him, but cause more pain? He already hates me." Painfully the words cut his tongue, leaving a bitter taste, another emotion he could not identify.

"Remember, I told you, my prince. I won't let you fall." Their eyes connected like blue fire burning in a starless night. "Don't be afraid to want something for your needs, for your wants," these were the words whispered on the wind. When Seto opened his eyes after a blink, he was standing outside Joeys' hospital room. The door opened and he walked inside.

The chair was empty so guided by instinct he walked pass the chair and watched the golden blond hair that fanned out at odd angles on the crumbled hospital sheet. His hand reached out to touch the silken strains and smooth each lock in place, but he instantly drew back and curled his fingers into a tight fist, which dangled in the air.

"Joey," Seto walked around to the other side of the bed to look into his eyes or watch him sleep, he decided being there was enough. The others face was no longer hidden with plastic mask or tubes going down his throat which gave Seto a small measure of relief, but his arms and legs were still covered in thick bandages.

"Mmm . . . ." Joey stirred, his facial features started to twist in a strange frown. Sweat poured down his forehead and he started to moan.

"Are you dreaming my puppy?" Seto leaned in closer, remembering the nightmare that drove him to Joey side. He knew it was impossible but at times since the earthquake and the time they share Seto could sense his distress as his own. "Baby can you hear me?"

Joey's nightmare started the minute Mokuba left the room. He closed his eyes and attempted to rest. However five minutes later images of blank canvases danced in front of his face. Nurses rushed in as the blonde managed to push a panic button at the head of his bed. A cool glass of water calmed him down, but it didn't stop the images.

The blond closed his eyes again and this time along with the blank canvas paints spattered on the floor and the colors ran everywhere. He struggled to lift a brush and connect the paint to the canvas but shrill laugher only taunted his ears. His fingers separated from his hand and disappeared into thin air. Joey started to choke as his eyes viewed the nightmare in horror. The screams refused to come forth but reversed position and traveled downward and cut off the air he used to breath.

Joey started to stash from side to side twisting in the sheets and moan as the nightmare reined him helpless. Now the tears flowed and he called out to his secret savior. "Seto, help . . . ."

"Joey. . . ." Seto gasp, and placed his hand over the boy's chest and pressed gently, drawing small circles with the tips of his fingers. "I'm here baby . . . . Let me be your air."

The slow descent to Joey's lips shocked the CEO, but he covered every inch of the boy's mouth with the heat from his own moist lips. The heat moved slowly from his top lip to the inner flows of his mouth and embers generated into a fire that scattered very nerve in the moist cavity. Warmth traveled down the others throat and with his tongue he deep throated the boy.

"Nng . . ." Joey continued to twist, but the tears stopped. He gripped the bed sheet with his good hand and allowed this new feeling to take him under.

First Joey's shoulders pressed down deeply and his back left the bed as he butt muscles squeezed tightly giving him leverage to arch into the sensuous assault on his mouth. Joey heels dug into the bed and his thighs tighten in knots. Seto pressed him back down and continued to share his air, touching the sensitive areas on his chest around his nipples. The shaking stopped, to be replaced with waves of pleasure coursing through his bandaged limbs. He was calmed.

The nightmare was passing. Both boys started to breathe together and Joey's moans turned to soft purrs. The blank canvas in his mind burst into brilliant colors.

Shaken to his core, Seto slowly slid his tongue out of the boy's throat, thick moisture flowing behind. He bit his lips and whispered these words inside the blond's mouth. "Mnn . . . I love you," the warmth continued to heat his body from the inside out. He would never forget the feel of Joey's lips.

Joey relaxed and Seto stopped the massage and moved his hands to Joey's nape and face. The boy's eye lids started to flutter open but Seto covered his face gently with his hand and whispered, "Not now. . . . Sleep."

Even muscle relaxed and the blond obeyed the voice behind the words, his breathing returned to normal and he smiled inside, "Seto."

Now the CEO smiled, "Pup."

The bond grew stronger in silence between the two. Seto walked away his heart more heavily than before. Questions with only one answer filled his mind. 'Can I let him go?' he whispered to the wind.

If Seto had looked up he would have seen the shadow, hiding behind the door in the next room. Someone else wept in silence. Faith had drawn him to the boy's room and he cried at the sight before his eyes. 'It's not fair,' his silence sobs cried out.

Another set of eyes follow the heavy steps of Seto Kaiba as he walked the short distance to his sports car. It took all his will power not to call out to the man. 'I will not lose,' anger filled his heart. Instead his mind concentrated on ways of breaking this bond developing between the blond and his love interest.

Seto took one last look at the hospital and the third floor and drove away, without the knowledge he was being stalked. He answered his question with his heart,' No.'

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I hope that's gives our guy a little push, but who's waiting in the wind???? And how much trouble will they cause… See you in the next chapter…….