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Chapter Thirteen: Turning point

"No, this isn't happening . . . I won't let it . . . ." cried out Mokuba. The anger in the young Kaiba's heart spilled out conveying the frustration he experienced. Evil started to creep into his soul and he sought retribution for the blows he suffered. "You just can't take him away. . ."

Mokuba remember at the last moment he'd forgotten to give Joey a special gift. Actually it was a letter from the Art Institute conveying their sorrow at the devastation of the city. Joey's art had become a favorite and the teachers, plus his councilor at the school was hoping that he would win the contest, thus gaining the financial aid he needed to pursue his dreams.

But when the boy doubled back to the Joey's room he heard a voice, deep and unusually loving. It was a sound he never heard before, but instinct gave him the power to figure out who it belong to. The voice belonged to his brother.

Seto was in the room with Joey and Mokuba witnessed the unimaginable. It was the silence that tried his patience and he almost burst inside to see exactly what they were doing. Years of training under his cunning brother's tutelage held him at bay, plus anger rooted him to the floor in the room next door. He waited for his brother to leave, his footsteps light as he finally left the room and hospital floor.

Mokuba waited a respectable amount of time and left his hiding place. He peeked inside Joey's room and observed his love crush sleeping peacefully. A slight blush, peachy peach dotted his cheeks and Mokuba hit the wall with his fist.

"Damn it to hell. Why can't I make him do that? "He stormed out of the hospital, tears of frustration running down his cheeks.

Seto lured Joey to sleep with whispered words and god knows what else. Mokuba not watching his step ran right into a nightmare, and wondered if things could get any worse? Yes it could and it did?

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Meanwhile a lone figure crept deeper into the shadows, and watched the tall handsome figure disappear into the sleek sport car. Even the dust and screech of the tires excited the man, simply because it belonged to Kaiba. Kaiba the tall elusive brunette that he raped in his dreams with delight, or the man that begged him to stick it to him hard and fast and they would last at night. These were only a few of his illusions.

"Ah . . . my Kaiba-boy, you're even more beautiful in the moon light." Pegasus whispered to the stars. His eyes rooted on the long strides and graceful entrance Seto made as he swung his legs over the door and jumped into his sleek sport car.

He reached out as if to touch the elusive man, only to have his fingers feel nothingness and tingle in the cold air. "Shit," drooling he wiped the corners of his mouth. Pegasus had been following the CEO all day. Well except for the time he took to investigate everything he could on this kid Joey. Yeah he knew the basics, but he wanted to know why Seto cared.

In defeat he lowered his head, "He's a kid, a street rat and you desire him. Why? I won't accept this, never . . . ." The wind rustled his long silver hair and he tore the silly eye patch away from his chilled skin. The air bit into the hollow eye socket, which served to shock him back to the present.

Pegasus looked up to the heavens, and raised his hands high, holding on to the patch, not that it held any meaning, it just was and he screamed. "I want him and I will have him!!" At that moment the image of Seto behind the wheel, eyes blazing and long legs stretched out controlling the powerful machine, he wished the powerful machine was his body. Yes Seto on top or bottom, didn't matter, he just wanted the CEO in his bed. The desire had turned to possession.

"What's that," The toon freak heard footsteps coming toward him at a steady pace. He hoped no one heard his ranting. "Hell I don't care." He stepped out just in time to feel a flash of ebony hair brush his shoulder.

"Mokuba . . ." Pegasus long arms snaked out and encircled the boy, dragging him into the bushes and with his free hand he covered the boy's mouth.

Mokuba kicked out with his legs, but the stalker held him sternly in place. "Ok, Kaiba Kitten. If you stop I'll let you go." Pegasus's growled out low and mincing.

"Dog . . ." Mokuba had just enough freedom to bite and he did.

"AHH . . . shit," Pegasus released the boy, but not before he grabbed his long ebony mane, and twisted the silken strains around his arm.

"Let me go, you sick bastard . . . . Stalker." Mokuba initially in shock, was pissy mad. "Ouch . . . . Let . . . me . . . go . . .!"

"Be still or I'll rip your hair, right out. Right now I don't care, so don't push it." Pegasus smiled. It felt good to be alive.

"Beside I have something you want and you have something I want," He pulled the boy closer. Turning him around, Pegasus stared into the flashing gray orbs.

Mokuba's head started to ache. Pegasus's breathe was hot and smelled of vinegar; he wanted to gag. Joey's was sweet and smelled like honey. "You been drinking or jerking off in the bushes."

"Ahh . . . I love it when you talk dirty; it's so sweet." taunted the Toon Master.

"Like hell, I wish you would rot in hell. . ." Mokuba stopped fighting. He remembered his brother always said to pick your battles, if you want to win the war. His lips trembled but he relaxed only enough to relieve the pressure of Pegasus's hands on his body.

"Ahh . . . so like your brother, foul mouth, but so delicious." The older man ran his fingers over the moist lips in front of him. "In time even your lips will be firm, just like your brothers."

Mokuba nipped at the offensive digits. His heart started to flutter, but not in pleasure.

"Ohm . . . . So my little kitten is a bitter. Your lover will enjoy that. Never mind . . . . It's not your bites I desire." In a quick flash he pushed Mokuba away. The boy landed on his backside in the middle of a bush.

"Ass wipe" Mokuba chirped. He really hated that man. If was deep seeded and he couldn't understand why Seto brought him back into their lives. Mokuba's thoughts ran haywire, 'Ok, he did a lot for me and I should be thankful, but I don't trust him. Just leave us along, already.'

"You can go . . . play time is over." Pegasus chuckled as he watched the boy gather his composer.

"Wait till my brother hears about this. You're an animal." Mokuba bushed his lips with the back of hand and started to walk away.

"Well Kaiba Kitten, while you inform Kaiba-boy of my activities, don't forget to include yours." Pegasus smirked.

Mokuba turned around this time and he returned the glare. Pegasus continued to talk. "I know you've been spying on Seto most likely filling the boy's head with lies. Why else would Seto be so sad and you sneaking around crying in the middle of the night. Maybe you need a little help.

"Shut up . . . I'm not stupid enough to trust you." Mokuba's lips trembled but he couldn't break away from the intense eye bearing down on him or lack of the eye. The empty socket drew him deeper into insanity, and all his training of right and wrong warned him to turn away, but the hollow hole beckoned.

Discreetly the taller man allowed the moon light to shine into the hollow socket and he moved closer to the boy, he flipped his hair away from the shadow surrounding his face and allowed the ghostly affect to work on the young boy.

"You see little Kaiba-kitten I know how you feel . . . Loving someone so hard and he sees you in the 'friend mode'," long hands that earlier held the boy in fear, now snaked out and stroked his hair and back, in guarded friendship.

"I hate you." Mokuba hissed against the pale skin. He relaxed and leaned into the soft caress. This wasn't the first time Pegasus comforted the boy, his touch was not foreign, which made it all so dangerously alluring.

Pegasus chucked and continued to weave a poisonous web around Mokuba's heart. "You see we can be friends. I'll send the hazel eyed beauty in your direction and I'm sure with your charms you can handle the rest. Just think how nice it will feel to have his lips on your skin. Just feel the burn and desire you'll make him feel for you."

"But, what will you gain? . . . . My brother hates you?" Mokuba emotions tugged at his heart. "You're just a business deal, just a damn piece of paper." Shivers ran up and down the smaller combatant's spine and it wasn't from the chill night. He knew to continue this conversation would change his life forever.

"Oh, you're so young and innocence. It's a fact I will change in Kaiba-boy. I have what he needs and I'm not afraid to let him have it. You see its business today and I made a big mistake not knowing his true weakness. But that has all changed. I'll do my part. I hold no illusions and when I finish the blinders will be removed from Seto's eyes with or without your help. Just thought I would throw in a little bonus for you. Yeah, you know keeping the Kaiba boys happy. "

"I can't do this, I know it's bad," whimpered Mokuba.

"Do what, tell a lie, I'm sure you've already done that and called it true love. Give up your virginity? Ha!! Don't look so shocked. You don't think kissing and your puppy dog eyes will hold him down forever. It's a game my little kitten and if you want to win, you've got to play hard."

Pegasus released the boy; game over he had won. It was only a matter of time. The toon master walked away whistling a silly song and allowing sinister plans to form in his head. He headed towards his limo and opened the door. Pegasus paused and counted . . . one . . . two . . . three. Mokuba voice called out his named clearly in the night air.

The insanity surrounded the distraught boy and he gave in to the impending madness. "Pegasus . . . PEGASUS WAIT . . . ." Mokuba stepped out and follow the retreating man and bumped into him as he entered the back seat of the limo.

"Wait, I don't want to hurt my brother . . . but I love Joey so much. What is it I have to do?" Tears gathered in his eyes. Pegasus slid into the comfortable car and motioned for Mokuba to do the same. He padded a place next to him and never lost sight of the trembling youth.

Mokuba knew this was a trap, but the thought of Seto and Joey together drove all the goodness from his mind. Blinded by love, the boy was mindless as well. Without caution he entered the wolf's lair.

Pegasus replaced the patch over the hollow socket; it was time to close the gate way to hell. "Mmm . . . . Don't look so sad. I'm going to make you very happy." Pegasus reached over and touched the soft chilled lips of the young boy and wiped away the crystal tears as they fell on his cheeks. His innocence was so refreshing, so Pegasus continued to play. "Experience will make you a better lover for your mate, a small price for true love."

"No . . . please don't ask me . . ." Mokuba whimper.

"Close your eyes . . . ." Mokuba complied, "You see him, his dark hazel eyes asking you questions and begging for the right answers." Pegasus brushed Mokuba's flushed cheeks with his experienced tongue and slid it across his lips, he continued to hint at things Mokuba only imagined. "His hands cradle your head and he slips one hand down into your pants, there are no more questions and your body gives him all the answers."

"No . . . please don't stop Joey" Mokuba whimpered and started to masturbate in the seat. His thoughts were with a blond beauty.

Pegasus chucked low in his throat and thought about the older Kaiba he wanted in his lap, withering in pleasure. This boy held little interest. He quietly moved to the seat in front of the younger Kaiba and watched as he relieved the fire in his body. Mokuba let out a long sigh.

"So did you enjoy the show," Mokuba whispered, pissed at his weakness, but it was a small price to pay. Hell, he would do it again. The boy adjusted his pants and reached for the door, "I need some air."

"Yes . . . it was nothing you haven't done before," Pegasus followed his new friend out into the night.

"Meet me tomorrow for lunch and we'll talk." Pegasus twisted a long strain of Mokuba's hair as the wind blew it gently across his face. Mokuba turned to go, but the long arms pulled him back.

"How about a hand shake, this is a deal." Pegasus whispered.

"Yeah . . ." Tentatively his hand snaked out, which Pegasus grabbed and he squeezed a butt cheek with the other sneaky hand. This time Mokuba didn't fight. His body was still coming down from the dream fantasy Pegasus helped create only a few moments ago.

"Good night Kaiba-kitten," Mokuba had become a chess piece in a very dangerous game. Passions would flare and someone would be hurt very badly, it was unavoidable when you played with people's emotions.

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Somewhere in a hotel room nearby a weary CEO, stretched out allowing the cool air to sooth his skin, he always slept in the nude. Joey was only ten minutes away by car, but his very essence was lodged deep in Seto's heart. He could feel his breath and still taste the sweetness in his throat. If these emotions surfaced on a subconscious level, would they survive the act of physically jointing their bodies along with their hearts? The thought caused Seto to gasp for air, it hurt to breath. His hands reached for the private places on his body and he dreamed. The ice melted around Seto heart and desire grew for a blond beauty.

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Ten minutes away in a hospital bed a young man opened his eyes from a pleasant dream. The soft scent of musk and flowers filled his nostrils. Although the pain killers worked to numb his body, he felt feeling in the deepest part of his soul waken. Words drifted over his mind and he whispered them out loud, "I will not give in to the despair that appears in my life, I will survive, no matter what, or how much it hurts." He squeezed with all his might and felt a stirring in his finger tips that warmed his heart. Joey went back to sleep. I will love and I will paint!!!! I may be the son of a drunken fool, but I'm not shit, Seto. I will survive. . . . I will be your love some. . . . Day. . . . I will. . . . "Joey's dreams mingled with Seto's only ten minutes away, they both slept with desire burning in each other's heart, yet kept apart.

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Will Mokuba do what is right?

Will Joey paint?

Will Seto take what he wants?

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