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Chapter 26: Rewind, the second beginning

Nii-sama wake up, its nearly dinner, the young Kaiba gently spoke in Seto's right ear, while shaking his brother's slumped shoulder. Seto raised his head and grumbled at being disturbed from his dreams.

"Ump . . . Joey. . . Joey is that you?" the sultry man whispered and reached out for the blond who wasn't there. He rubbed his blood- shot eyes and opened them only to see shades of deep grey orbs staring back. Closer inspection revealed a smirk on the smaller Kaiba lips similar. "Mokuba what the hell is going on?"

'Mmm . . . dreaming about your new pet,' Mokuba thought. "I tried to call you last night, but I believe you worked all night which was my fault I'm sure." Mokuba moved two empty cups of coffee from the oversized desk and continued to chatter. "Yesterday I acted spoiled and upset Joey, but I'm not apologizing. You really hurt me badly, why did you have to take everything."

"Shit Mokuba I won't be backed into a corner, and your attitude was unacceptable. What time is it anyway? I've got an important appointment." Seto ruffled his hair; he'd had a rough night. It was next to impossible to get any work completed when all his thoughts centered on Joey. 'Damn it, this is the last night I'll spend without my lover by my side.' Seto didn't care what Mokuba thought, he was bringing him home.

"Business meeting my ass, he's going to screw Joey all night long," Mokuba mumbled under his breath. "It's almost eight o'clock." Mokuba looked at his blackberry with a cocky grin on his innocent face.

"No I'm meeting a friend." Seto lied.

"Sure Nii-sama, but you don't have any friends," Mokuba laughed.

"You're being a brat and an ass," Seto countered.

"It's Joey, anyway I don't really care. It's your problem, but at least do one thing for me," Mokuba winked.

"What?"

"Nii-sama you need a shower," Mokuba wrinkled his nose and proceeded to push some buttons underneath the CEO's desk. A deep bolt fell in place at the main office door and a panel slid open on the south wall revealing the entrance to Kaiba's private bath and dressing room. Mokuba installed the secret room a few years back when Seto took to working late in the middle of the week. He was often driven to unnatural heights when it came to Kaiba Corp. Seto took a three minute shower; up one side of his body and down the other. Mokuba dried him off as Seto brushed his teeth and shaved. In less than ten minutes he was fully dressed in black leather and ready to go.

"Nii-sama there's only two things I want and all will be forgiven."

"So you'd blackmail your brother . . . ." Seto smirked.

"I'll be nice." Mokuba whined. "At least give me the building."

"Mokuba this is business and I'm never wrong. As for the other, I won't give Joey up, besides he's not a toy to be passed around."

"Yeah, but I never had a chance, you could just break it off," Mokuba continued to whine.

Seto stood in front of his little brother, "I won't choose. Joey and Ryou are moving in, it's what he wants. Honestly Mokuba there's enough of me to share. Just do this for me. . . . Mokuba you'll always have a home with me . . . ."

The smaller Kaiba knew he was been a bitch and for a moment he gave in to his brother's desires. The boy hugged his brother tightly. Mokuba melted into Seto's chest like warm syrup over hot pancakes. Seto allow his heart beat to match Mokuba's and the brothers shared a comfortable embrace which was long overdue.

"I love you, Nii-sama."

"I know"

"So it's dinner with my new brother. I wonder if he'll be a slave to my wishes. . . ." Mokuba teased his brother. He walked away after punching Seto's shoulder.

"Brat"

"Do you think he'll be mad at me forever?"

"No, he loves you . . . that's why he left . . . to give us time."

'He's a fool,' Mokuba thought, I hate him. . . .' "Why don't you come back home after dinner and I'll make desert, please."

Seto wanted so much to make it work so he agreed, yet Mokuba's attitude put him on alert. 'Anyway I've got an abandon puppy to bring home,' he thought, 'besides the Blond would welcome desert and good times with Mokuba. A rare smile graced Seto's stern features and he gunned his sport car all the way to the club.

With malice in his heart, Mokuba took another road. A fever took over his body and he couldn't control the mounting excitement so he clicked on a portable monitor in the limo. His eyes scanned the screen until he saw two young men one appeared to be in extreme pain, the other one confused. His eyes were closed but rapid movement could be seen through the lids. Joey's facial color had gone from cool bronze to pale pink. He looked awful and his body continued to convulse even amidst Ryou's constant attention. Mokuba pulled out a keyboard and relaxed on the plush leather seat. "Let the games began," he spoke. The voices were muffled but distinctive.

"Joey you've got to fight this. It's the only way we will survive," Ryou cradled his friend in his arms, running his fingers through Joey's wet hair. The boy had gone in and out of consciousness and Ryou didn't know what to do. Joey's legs had become swollen and he couldn't walk. It was impossible to explain to the boy that this was a game constructed by a sick mind. He continued to moan, trapped in a private hell of his own. The earthquake that had almost claimed his life bloomed fresh in the boy's mind; soon he'd find it impossible to breath.

Ryou remembered falling but the sensation of air moving against his skin was missing. Hell, he'd been hit and knocked around enough to know when his body was truly flying. It was easily to see they were still in the same place, but Joey visualized something much stronger. Somehow this person had invaded his mind.

"I'm going to try and find a way out of here. So don't be afraid I'll be right back," Ryou whispered, his eyes darted back and forth across the room. "There has to be a way out of here,"

"No!" Joey squeezed Ryou's leg tightly he looked up from his lap and pleaded with his eyes.

"So you're awake, Gods you scared me shitless, man." Tears warm Ryou's cheeks. Quickly he grabbed both Joey's cheeks with his hand and inspected the boy closely. Next he kissed him deeply. "God's man I was so scared, you weren't moving."

"I think I'll go mad if you leave," Joey whispered, "When I open my eyes it's real, but as long as I keep them close I see only darkness. I can't feel my legs and my fingers are numb. My head feels like I've been hit with a brick, somebody drugged us." Tears flowed down his already moist cheeks and Ryou wiped them away.

"Please Joey don't cry, I can take it if you give up. Hell we've been in worst places," Ryou tried to smile, but his tears only formed a pool on Joey's shirt. Both boys were scared shitless.

"Yeah I get it, this is bad, don't say anything he may be listening," Ryou spoke.

"You know who is behind this?" Joey whispered.

"Ah . . . . Come on guys, that's not fair, I can't here you. . . ." Mokuba joined the game, his voice in disguise.

"Shut up," Ryou screamed.

"I guess I'll have to punish you," Mokuba smiled as he leaves the limo and climbed the starts to his little office to hell. He settled in his chair and thought, 'Mmmm what shall I do?'

"Why is this happening, man?" Joey asked.

"He's crazy . . . . Looped," Ry whispered.

"Who . . . ."

"Man wake up there's only one person who would do something like this," Ryou's words were cut off as the room started to shake.

"Ah . . . man what the hell," they both cried out.

"It's not real, it's not real . . . . . ." Joey prayed.

"I told you not to whisper, bad boys," the voice appeared to be rusty, and echoed off the walls. It was impossible to figure out what or who it belonged to, but it was unnatural.

"Let Joey go, he's hurt man," Ryou spoke, but the other refused to listen.

"But if it's a game how can he be hurt?" Mokuba continued to taunt the boys. "So if I win the game I wonder what will be my price."

"What hell hole did you climb out of? When Seto finds out what you've done, he'll never forgive you." Ryou hissed into the air.

"Shut up smart ass! You don't know anything!" The voice cried out.

"Seto," Joey cried out confusion mirrored his face.

"Damn it, Joey," Ryou whispered in frustration. "You still don't get it."

"I'm bored," Mokuba continued to push buttons on the high tech keyboard, a satanic smile graced his thin lips. The room not only continued shaking but the temperate dropped. The cold cut through Joey's leg like a knife, he could feel his life force fading. The last thing he remembered was the touch of Seto's lips against his own. It was all he had to hold on too, before the cold rendered him unconscious.

"Joey . . . . Wake up . . . . . please . . . ." Gripped with real fear Ryou panicked.

Mokuba leaned against the glass window and wondered if he'd gone too far.

. . . . . Mean while . . . . . . . .

Just outside a small private club a white hair man leaned up against his classy black sport car and contemplated his next move. It was so boring hanging out at the castle. He missed his little kitten and the games Mokuba played, so he decided to look for some action. Max watched as Seto hurried into the private club and waited to see if he would be alone. Almost twenty minutes passed and not a single interesting soul entered so maybe this was an opportunity he'd use to make up with Seto. He'd remember Mokuba said they were having a special party for Joey's homecoming, but if he crashed the party it would be suicidal, besides the party would be at the mansion.

'Mmm . . . so why would his favorite CEO be at the club alone. Oh well it is a private club. The most Seto could do was kick his ass out,' he thought. So Max went inside and boldly walked up to Seto's private booth.

"Damn it, do you want to die; because it would be worth my time in the slammer," Seto greeted Max warmly.

"Ah . . . . Kaiba –boy it's so good to know you still care." Pegasus countered. "Just a drink and I'll go and leave you to your date and retreat to my island never to be seen again."

"Just die; I'll crave the stone . . . . REST IN HELL?"

"Where's lover boy anyway . . . . Shouldn't you be enjoying puppy treats?"

"He's was supposed to be here an hour ago, I don't know what's happen," Seto voice dropped to a whisper.

"Ah . . . . He's found another master, already," Pegasus smirked, but realizes that was the wrong thing to say. Seto's eyes blazed with fury and a quite madness, a blue eyed demon from hell. This was a look reserved for Max.

Pegasus quickly rose to avoid being knocked senseless and waved his hands in front of his face. "Ok I'm so screwed. Really man . . . . . I didn't mean that." Next he dropped to the floor, it was time to beg.

Frustrated Seto returned to his seat and started to fiddle with his lap top. Pegasus wasn't worth his time. "Just finish your drink and stay the hell away from my family ass wipe," Seto hissed the words out through clinched teeth.

Pegasus set down and wondered about Joey. Something was wrong that puppy wouldn't leave Seto after years of trying to get him. It was raining in heaven. He thought perhaps the rain had a name. He thought about his conversation with Mokuba and started to wonder just what Mokuba could be planning.

PEGUSAS'S FLASH BACK/EVENTS . . . .

"Ahh hell, hey guard, let me back inside," Max called out to the young bailiff. The bailiff turned around and glared at the tall white hair freak who wore a crimson patch over his blood shot eye,' rich freaks, he called out, and proceeded to lock the doors.

Mokuba called out Max's name as he turned his impressive frame towards the inside of the large metal bars in his path. In an insane attempt to return to his prison cell the doors were locked and he stood there as if mud had been thrown on his face. "Oh well I guess I'll play with my little Kaiba kitten," Max purred to himself.

"What the hell is your problem, you ungrateful son of a bitch," Mokuba screamed out loud, as he walked swiftly towards his partner in crime. "I just posted your bell. Why would you want to stay inside this hell hole?"

"Thought I'd be safe, especially with Kaiba-boy running around outside ready to chop my balls off, or have you forgotten why I was in jail." Pegasus tickle Mokuba chin, which the boy swatted away like a fly.

"Idiot, you're free and insane."

"I'm not a child, nothing is free and frankly you have nothing I want." Pegasus marched pass the raven –haired beauty and picked up his personal belongings. He shielded his eyes from the glare of the outside world, before getting inside a black limo that Mokuba had waiting. "Why not," Pegasus smirked as Mokuba followed him and took a seat facing him. After two days in the hospital and four days in jail, Mokuba was forbidden fruit, and a welcome site. "Maybe things were looking up."

"Quit staring at me, you're still freaky," Mokuba crinkled his nose, "And beside you smell like shit."

"Interesting are you offering your personal services, it's been a while."

"Go beat yourself," Mokuba chimed. "So what's your plan?"

"Wake-up Kaiba-Kitten, we've been caught. Let it go, a wise man knows when the game is over." Max spoke with authority, but his words fell on deft ears.

"You're just a spineless coward." Mokuba tried to stand up and bumped his head on the roof of the limo, he was so angry. "Damn it,"

"Geez, you've such a fowl little mouth, maybe you've missed my kisses."

"Shut up, I can't believe you've giving up on Seto, I thought you loved him" Mokuba tried to hide his disappointment.

"Mokuba, I've taught you a lot of things but this lesson will be the last and most important. "That little blond boy has always belonged to Seto. He's his puppy . . . get it . . . . And Seto is his master. Sometimes the leech was long and other times it was short, but it was always in Seto's hands. I would imagine the puppy just curls up at his feet. Haha!"

"I DON"T WANT TO LISTEN! Stop the car!" Mokuba screamed.

Max continued to talk, he had a lesson to teach even if Mokuba refused to listen. "Never come between a dog and his master, or a man and his toys. I thought Seto needed a man in his life; I would have given him the world. But Seto stopped being a boy when he took over his first company. He only needed a place to shelter his heart. Ahhhhhhhh . . . . But you my little kitten with the sharp claws, wild, and untamed are far from being broken. Perhaps I'll see the tiger you'll become, just stay away from your brother's lair, you might lose the only person you truly treasure, more that life itself. Don't tempt the Gods anymore,"

"I won't give up," Mokuba grumbled. "Cut the kitten crap."

Max left the limo "He was never yours to claim," those were Max's parting words.

"They're coming home, tomorrow," Mokuba called out to Max.

"Then I guess the honey moon is over. I'll lock myself up in my castle and pray he's forgotten what an ass I've been . . . . Ah call it temporary insanity. He'll tire one day of that puppy and I'll be there, but in the mean time I'll gravel at his feet. You'd do well to be a dutiful brother." Pegasus slipped into the double doors of the hotel and he headed straight to the bar. It would be a week before Max saw his little kitten again and it would be his job to save the little bastard.

"Fool freaky pervy" Mokuba opened his lap top and read the email from his brother. A cruel smile crept over his face. Pegasus nursed a dry martini and watched Mokuba make a few phone calls from his cell from while he looked out of a large window at the bar. He'd never tire watching his little kitten at play. Maybe he shouldn't have left him.

'Ok, Nii-sama, I'll play your game; so he wants to invite Joey's groupies over for a homecoming. Shit . . . . What about my feelings . . . this really sucks . . . . Not once did he ask if I was ok with this shit, but I got my own plans.' Mokuba's smirk covered his entire face and would have frightened even the strongest of men. He flipped open his cell and waited for sweet Yugi to answer.

"_tic tac tic tic tac" the sound of Yugi's cell interrupted the sweaty couple.

"_ tic tac tic tic tac" Yami its Mokuba's ring tones," \smack/

"Slurp . . . . He'll call back" Yami slipped his hand deeper inside of Yugi's pants and he started to stroke the boy's penis roughly. With his free hand he poked inside of Yugi's hole.

"Yami miiiiiiiiiiii . . . . uhh "

"Yugi . . . . Let it ring, Yami slithered down Yugi's body and now had his head between Yugi's legs. You taste so damn good."

Mokuba started to talk into the empty phone he could hear noises. "Hey. . . Yugi what are you doing?"

"Ahh . . . Yami I can't breathe . . . ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Mokuba laughed, "Shit is Yami in your pants. Hey just listen for a moment."

"Yugi screamed out in the middle of a sweet climax?"

"Ohhhhhhhhhh . . . ride um cowboy . . . . get it upppppp . . . . "

"Damn it you guys are so nasty. Wait till I tell Nii-sama about phone sex." Mokuba laughed and continued to talk. "Well I know I've been an ass, but Seto's coming home and he's bringing Joey. It appears we're going to be one big ass happy family. Tell that pretty boy Ryou he's invited too."

He laughed out loud and took a drink from Seto's private bar while leaning against the slick black limo. Mokuba knew Max was watching him so he toasted to Max, Joey, and Ryou. All these people had betrayed him and were his enemies. Mokuba buried his head in thought it was time to get busy, he only had a few days to set up a special homecoming for Joey. "Ha…. Ha . . ."

END OF FLASHBACK

Max made the decision he'd talk to Seto, Gods he hoped the feelings in his heart were wrong. Hell was about to release its demons and its name was Mokuba. Slowly Max walked in Seto's shadow, the CEO had left the club. He dreaded the conversation but his fears were rooted in fact and involved life and death.

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