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Chapter 27: Life Happenings let it flow

It seems Seto had received a message of importance from a mysterious source and he'd left the club. Try as he would the attendant refuse to give Max any more information, so weary the one eyed man returned to his private limo and gave directions to the only place he believed Seto would go to gather his thoughts, Kaiba Corp.

Max's instincts were on spot when it came to Kaiba, he'd rolled his limo into the sexy brunette's private garage using a special key Kaiba gave him when their business relationship was not in the red zone. Kaiba parked his midnight blue jag in an isolated spot and Max's rolled his private limo right next to it.

'I bet the engine is still hot. Oh my Kaiba-boy or is it my Kaiba-Kitten.' The words vibrated in Pegasus's pervert head as he lay back in the plush interior seats. He couldn't get pass his obsession with the Kaiba boys, even knowing these thoughts would most likely lead to his demise, he didn't care.

'What the hell . . . I'm going to burn anyway' he though; so the white hair child molester smiled and pulled down his zipper and began a slow stroking of his limp penis. The ritual never changed in three years. The thoughts were a well orchestrated concert in which Kaiba was the star.

Seto wore a blood red silk dress shirt which he left open exposing his chest, penis, and hairless legs. His body would be slightly moist and scented with some expensive cologne, perhaps Calvin Klein. He would approach Max and knee down between the other's legs and bury his head in the mixture of white and silver hair that curled around Max's shaft. Max's penis would drip with anticipation as he waited for Seto's tongue to start stroking. Seto would push his tongue inside the oversize slit or he'd lick the underside of his balls, pulling them roughly. The older man would beg for mercy and that was Max's clue to turn over and take it from the back. He loved being a dog.

Sometimes Seto used toys and whipped Pegasus's sagging ass with a belt. He'd tie him to a post and forced a handmade restraint over his mouth which wrapped around his throat; the idea of chocking was a turn on for the sick bastard. Seto would punish him for losing a game of duel monsters. During these sessions Seto always wore a black leather patch over his left eye. At that point if he was dreaming he'd wake up or in this case his hands would be covered in his own fluids. Either condition brought him great pleasure.

However on this eve the 'Kaiba session' turned into a nightmare and instead of blessed release he saw a vision of Joey with a knife about ready to cut off his manhood. Kaiba was in the background laughing at the folly of his young lover who played the game, 'cut it . . . or cut it not . . . cut it . . . or cut it not . . . Mokuba pleaded with Joey to save his lover's balls, even though he was a liar, thief, and player. It appeared the young boy enjoyed playing with his penis. Pegasus screamed and realizing it was a dream chucked deeply in his throat. At about the same time a message came across the wire tap he'd placed on the bottom of Seto's laptop. Wiping his brow he slipped his limp penis back inside his dirty pants and listen to the weary voice of his fantasy.

"What do you mean he's not at the mansion? I'm on my way home and you'd better have the answers I want."

"Roland if you can't find Mokuba then get me someone who can! I don't have all night. Mokuba should have been waiting at the mansion with a special meal prepared for Joey and myself. I want him found without delay,"

"Yes, Kaiba-sama," Roland answered.

"Now as for Joey I want his whereabouts traced from this morning to now. It appears he is also missing if the media gets a hold of this pay them to keep silent. I don't need additional grief."

"Yes Kaiba-sama," Roland answered.

"What are you waiting for get going," Kaiba barked.

"Yes Kaiba-sama," Roland answered.

Seto forever calculating recalled his conversation earlier with his lover:

Flashback . . . .

"I'm not going anywhere. I just got a few lose ends to wrap up at the gallery."Joey attempted to reassure his frustrated lover.

"I need to hold you, baby," Seto complained.

"I miss you too, lover boy," Joey whispered.

"Why did you leave? It's your home too. I thought we settled that on the road. I want you to move in immediately, and bring that brat too." Seto barked.

"You can't fool me, baby, you just want my body." Joey continued to grin.

"You belong to me," Seto fought the urge to act stupid. His confidence in love was zero. He just didn't know what to do.

"I won't be the rope in the middle of your war games, so just get it together and I promise everything will work out. There's plenty of my big boy to go around, but you gotta get Mokuba to understand," Joey smiled into the cell phone and hoped Seto knew how happy being his lover made him. It was unfortunately they were being held hostage by Mokuba.

"Dinner and dancing at the club," Seto mumbled.

"Wouldn't miss it, can't wait to have you grind my ass into the wall. Will we have a private room so I can service you properly?" Joey asked sweetly.

"Damn it. I'm coming to get you right now," Seto barked. Seto's secretary interrupted the call, just like a bug on the wall.

"Damn it what do you want, I'm busy!"

"The board members are all waiting for your arrival," Sakura barked just as loud. She was not afraid of the boy genius.

"Idiot stock holders, I'll fire them all."

"Like hell," Sakura answered. "Ten minutes, Seto Kama."

Joey chuckled and moaned loudly into the phone, "I've got this lotion it's called 'Slick it', be a good boy and I'll bring it tonight. Love you. Oh and don't take out your frustrations on the board members. We need them for the long afternoon lunches I plan on taking with you, lover boy."

End of Flashback . . . . .

Those were Joey's parting words, Seto knew his lover had to be in danger and he was wasting time

thinking about it. He'd even swallowed his pride and called the geeks, but Joey said something about

them taking Ryou out to a new gay bar, so he terminated the call. Right now his life was in a shit box

and he only had one alternative to set things right. His gut told him Roland would come up empty so Seto chose to do the unthinkable; he called out loud into the key board of his laptop.

"Get your ass up here, unless you plan on spending the rest of the night jerking off in your car," Seto was

on top of Max's game. He knew all along the loony toon used wire taps.

"Move it Max before I shut down the elevator and suffocated your 'O ban' ass."

"Well . . . . Kaiba-boy I'm hurt, why I didn't fool you at all." Max walked into Kaiba's private office and

without asking he flopped down on top of Kaiba's magnificent desk top. You could hear the wax squeak

against his pants.

"Don't get to comfortable, you rat," Seto still couldn't believe he'd stepped so low as to ask for Max's help. "I found this juvenile device hours ago. My butler would have used more creativity. Do you have a

wish to die?"

"Just being in your presence is worth any risk," Max cooed.

"Cut the crap," Seto's disgust radiated in his voice, he was in no mood for the loony toon's bullshit.

"Seto I've been a complete ass, but let me make this right," Max used his sexy voice and Seto wanted to throw his rotten ass inside the paper shredder under his desk, a familiar smirked graced his features.

"Hell will freeze over before I trust you again. I can't stand to look at you now," the CEO snapped.

In a fit of rage Seto wrapped his hands around Max's neck and began to squeeze. But that wasn't enough Seto wanted to hear him scream and feel pain so he flipped him over and twisted his arms behind his back. Max howled.

"This isn't funny man," Max started to turn blue, as Seto ground his face into the desk top. The fresh wax burned his cheeks. "SHIttttttttttttt . . . ."

"I could snap your worthless neck in two and break both your arms," Kaiba hissed the death threats in the freak's ear.

"I can't breathe . . . . . he"

"That's the idea," a madness started to grip Seto's heart but he heard a soft voice call out his name and a vision of Kisara appeared. He felt a gentle touch over his hands and slowly he released his death grip. He moved away from Max who had almost lost consciousness for the second time while under Seto's control.

"Damn little blue-eyed brat."

Heaving with exhaustion Seto moved to the furthest wall and leaned over, next he placed both hands on his knees for support. He could have murdered Max and concealed his body without a second thought. Next he would have liquidated all of the fool's assets and sold off his company one piece at a time. Little did Max realize the stocks Seto had gained within his company over the past few years because of the other's preoccupation with personal matters? 'He's a fool,' Seto thought.

Max respectfully took up his post on the opposite side of the office near the door. He didn't think he'd be able to handle anymore of Seto's frustrations. "Damn it man I've been here for you at your lowest, so tell me what is really on your mind." His voice croaked, and his throat burned like hell.

"Why did you fuck my brother?" Seto refused to look up he'd been betrayed too many times. At one time they could have been friends. If it wasn't for Joey's sake he could have reached inside his desk drawer and shot the beast right between the eyes.

"Because I could," the next words came from the depths of the pervert's soul which dwell within Max. "Have you ever been in love really in love? I wanted to give you the world, but you have it all. The prefect company, women, men, boy, and girls, a prefect brother and lovers at your beck and call; I only wanted to be with you, but you never gave me a bone or even a chance. You always took my devotion as a game and pissed on my affections. So I wanted to hurt you and Mokuba just fell in my lap, plus he wanted your lover. How could you choose that brat over me!"

"It's easy you smell,"

"Mokuba is still in tack, I haven't penetrated him," Max smiled.

"Shut up, freak. You think that makes it ok. He thinks you're something special, dirt bag!"

"Screw you," Max screamed across the room. "I've grown to care and he cares for me."

"You think I care how you feel, you've twisted his mind and I'll never forgive you that sin."

"None of that matter now, we have to work together, he's in trouble," Max rubbed his chin.

"It's not over and you will do as I ask we are not partners," Seto hissed. "I need a drink."

Max walked over to Seto's private bar and mixed a prefect dry martini for the other, next he slammed down a scotch on the rocks.

"Ok tell me what you know and don't shit in my face." Seto barked.

"Well it's not pretty and it involved Mokuba. You might need to take another drink." Max moved to a huge leather chair and paused, he had to figure out the best way to start.

"There's nothing to think about just start talking," Seto took a sip and place the drink on his desk top.

"Mokuba is madly in love with Joey, he's insanely jealously. At first I thought it was a crush, but his love has turned to obsession and stalking. At first it was just a simple matter of splitting you guys apart. So we sent Joey away and he left with the thought you didn't care. Well that didn't work the distance only deepen your love and that damn Ryou gave him hope.

So next we decided to drive a wedge between the two of you with dirty pictures, secret meetings, but your feelings are too rooted, so I called off our final plans and explain the waiting game would be the only way to go. Mokuba wouldn't listen I believe he's going to do something very stupid."

Max paused and took another drink.

"That's enough I don't want to be in the room with a pissy drunk," calmly Seto took a seat, "continue I'm bored.

"Mokuba once told me a story; it left a strong impression on him. Sort of a life's lesson, one he'd never forgot."

Seto sipped his drink; he didn't have a choice but to listen, but his blood started to boil.

"This boy lived in the attic of his adoptive father. There were actually two brother's one had the freedom to live a normal life surrounded by riches and the other spend countless hours locked away in a fancy attic, slaving away at work. He'd read volumes of leather bound books which consisted of text meant for a collage professor. The boy was only twelve years of age. The young brother believes hard work and respect was the key to his brother's freedom. In his mind the other grew to respect the father and rewarded the brother's with time together. Eventually the older brother was set free and became an active member in the business. Interesting that after a few years of freedom the father was murdered and the other son became a billionaire.

"What nonsense,"

"But I have a different version. I believe the bird in the cage believed deception was the key to his freedom and hatred fueled his thirst for knowledge and compliance. It was the only way he could survive. He never loved his benefactor and only worked towards his destruction. The bird agreed to the conditions only to create a new world and crush the other. We both have cards that are hidden inside our decks. What would you do for love or what have you done for love, Kaiba-boy.?"

"I'm don't have time for your fairytales, what's your point," Seto threw the glass against the wall. He was inches away from slicing Max's eye to shreds.

"Mokuba believe if he captures his bird he will grow to love only him, especially if he's locked away in a cage. Kaiba-boy I can't help if you won't listen. Look at this,"

Max flipped a small disc to Kaiba which he caught in mid air. Next he placed the disc inside his laptop and begins spouting obstinacies at the other. "Where in the hell did you get this?"

Max moved a little closer and leaned over Kaiba's shoulder the time for action was drawing near. "Mokuba must have left it in the hotel suite he'd leased, but that's not the problem."

"These are old plans of a virtual simulator I'd been working on as a kid. At the time I wanted to create a world in which I could be a brother to Mokuba and we wouldn't depend on anyone for a damn thing. A virus infected the system and I haven't touched it since. Where did you get this?"

Max didn't see the need to run so he faced the angered man. "Look there's more."

Max placed his hand over Seto's and moved the mouse to the far left and clicked twice. A small icon appeared in the shape of Joey's face. The little blond winked and Max double clicked again. Suddenly a huge blue screen appeared and pictures flashed quickly as watercolors in the background. The flashing pictures were nudes and every one of the photos gave a different pose of the slender blond. The photos appeared to be pasted on walls throughout the room. It was the work of a stalker.

"This is a room at my castle; I gave it to Mokuba to do as he pleased. I didn't realize he'd gone mad,"

"Shut your pie hole, this is all your doing, jack-ass. You expect me to believe all this time you were innocent?"

Max blinked and his one good eye bled with tears, Mokuba has Joey caged somewhere and he will hurt him. I think he wanted to show off his genius and somewhere in this cursed city he's taken two people to hell. If we don't find him soon I can't guarantee the outcome."

"You expect me to believe this, Mokuba would never hurt Joey. We talked about dinner and living together as a family, it was only a boy crush."

"Fine I'll look for him myself," Max took another drink and headed for the door.

"Mokuba isn't a fool, what would he have to gain."

"Nothing and yet he could gain it all. Mokuba is a fool in love with his brother's lover. He's at the end of the rope, think Kaiba-boy where would he go."

"I don't know!" Seto knew in his heart everything Max spoke was the truth. Would there ever be peace in his relationship with Joey. "Find him Max."

"I'll have to call my special unit, they're on the way."

"Take me to this room, maybe you've over looked something with that one eye. I need proof."

"No you need to think, where would he go?"

Traveling at one hundred miles an hour the two pulled in quickly at the museum, but Kaiba knew this wasn't the place. He couldn't feel Joey's presence nor was this a place where Mokuba would conduct a secret operation. Max had dispatched the rare hunters and they were already in the streets of Domino asking questions. Two hours passed and the city still wouldn't give up its prey.

Yugi called Kaiba in search of Mokuba and Ryou; now to his dismay the geeks were involved. It was official Joey and Ryou were both missing. The museum had become their official headquarters.

"Kaiba we can help, you've got to call the authorities," Yugi couldn't believe the situation.

"I own the police department and if Mokuba wanted to disappear they would be the last people with the wits to find him."

"But how do you know they are together?" Yugi continued to hammer quietly at the CEO.

"Go ask the man who can't keep his zipper up," Seto pointed at Max.

"You can't be serious he's a snake," Yami responded entering the conversation for the first time.

Seto left the group and walked the path which led to the Egyptian exhibit. The artistry behind Joey's work calmed the frustrated CEO and he set down on the cool carpet glaring at his lovers work. One painting called to him he didn't see it before and wondered if this was the last piece of art work Joey and Ryou had to catalog. This painting was from Joey's private collection and would not be sold but displayed for the week- end only.

The silhouette of a tall Egyptian, possibly a prince stood against a tree. Even though his back faced the sun you could see the outlines of his finely muscled chest, slender waist and long legs. Both of his arms and ankles were covered in bands of gold. Seto knew the painting had a very special bond in Joey's heart he'd heard stories about the Egyptian boy, a work which remain a mystery to art critics' throughout the country. Joey never talked about the painting but he displayed it on rare occasions. He closed his eyes and tried to image a place in time Joey described so easily in his day dreams. Seto knew he was the man in the painting, hell nobody's hair moved so perfectly against a still backdrop or shinned so brilliantly against the setting sun. The painting was unnamed, yet Seto could feel the deep love in every brush stroke. His sexual desires surfaced along with his growing need to be by Joey's side, dreams or maybe it was memories assaulted his mind.

Flashback . . . . Way back . . . . .

"Prince Seth . . . . Your cousin Atem is waiting in the chambers with the priest and royal family. Please you must come it's almost time for the ceremony to begin," Ryou called out.

Ryou a servant of the royal family hated to disturb the arrogant prince but today was his coronation into the priest hood. Ryou feared the day's end, he knew Ra the most powerful of the Egyptian gods would punish Seth for his crimes and he would suffer as well. Ryou knew Seth and the other were involved in forbidden sexual acts but today of all days, "why?"

"Jono . . . . Don't be afraid . . . . Come closer let me touch your silken skin. There is none softer, even in the harems' of my cousin," Seto whispered.

"This is wrong you are to become a priest and I am to go into the harem un touched by man."

Seth refused to listen to the winnings of his secret lover. Seth worn only a silken loin cloth and as he spoke he continued to strip the other of all his clothes. Jono cried but he didn't have the strength to stop Seth from touching his body in the most intimate places. He was a slave to Seth's desires.

The young boy was almost as tall as the royal prince and he stood on shaking legs waiting. Seth kneed down in front of the other and parted his legs, next he immediately grasp Jono's penis and swallowed him. Seto held tightly to Jono's butt cheeks and dared him to move. Jono fisted Seth's hair and rolled his head back. His toes curled up and he whimpered so softly. Forced to come in the prince's mouth Jono gave Seth all his essence and would have fallen but the prince lifted him up and guided him gently down to the floor. Jono moaned as his bare ass sank into the deep piles of silk blankets.

"Seth we can't . . . the gods, your vows."

"Do you love me . . . .? My golden beauty," Seth ask sternly. "I will become a priest and you the bed mate of some rich royal. Is it my faith to watch as men after man take you as his toy? Jono cried at the thought of another man's hand touching his body. He'd loved the prince as a young boy and knew he'd love him for eternity.

"No Seth, I could never love another," Jono eyes filled with tears.

"Open your legs . . . ."Seth growled.

"Seth . . . ." tears flowed freely as Seth pushed two moisten fingers deeply inside Jono's delicate rim. Seth had fondled him before but never pass two digits, now he imbedded three fingers all the way in and it hurt. He anchored the boy open with his thumb and smirked at the sight laid bare before his

eyes. The young virgin, his childhood friend and soon to be lover had a gorgeous set of jewels. Each sack pulsated with a fever created for his delight. He was shaved clean except for a few downy hairs Seth loved to suck. Jono wanted to be touched; the blond beauty raised his head and peaked at his lover with trembling lips. Embarrassment colored his cheeks bright crimson.

'He's going to make me his own,' Jono thought.

They had been friends as children but their paths forked once they turned twelve. Seth excel led in academics and saved the young pharaoh from near death. He was been slowly poison by a trusted advisor. Seth became an honorary prince and studied to become a priest. Jono on the other hand was drop dead gorgeous. His beauty reviled men and women alike. He would become a treasure to the pharaoh.

"Remove my loin cloth it is time,"

Seto leaned over his body and nibbled on the boy's ear, his fingers were all the way inside and searching for something. Sweat beaded up on the boy's brow when Seto's penis hit his bare flesh. The burette brushed Jono's stomach with his penis and smiled as Jono glazed in fear and anticipation.

"No . . . . I can't . . ."Jono turned his head to the side, he couldn't believe Seth planned to stick his penis inside his tiny hole, but he reached out with tremble hands and touched Seth's thick shaft, just as he wanted.

"You're so beautiful and ready, take me with your hands and pull me in."

"I can't . . . . it won't fit."

"You were made for me . . . do it."

Seth tickled the soft skin between Jono's jewels and his hole. The blond arched and Seth's fingers found that special bundle of nerves deep inside his soft walls.

"Ahh . . . Seth . . ." the silky skin around Seth's rock hard shaft surprised him, but he held him firmly none the less. Jono lifted his hips up and he pulled Seto's head deep inside his body. He cried as a fire started to burn between his legs but he didn't know how to put out the flame. Once inside Seth thrust violently against his inner walls, the heat filled his loins.

"Ahh . . . . . baby. . . ." Seth moaned as he reached for another pillow and with ease pushed it under Jono's hips. The boy screamed anew as the new angle drove Seth deeper inside his body. His tears formed pools on the silken sheets, but he never pulled away. Whatever Seth took, Jono gave it right back. This is where he belongs for all eternity.

Seth screamed Jono's name out loud to the heavens and the sensation brought him back to reality.

End of Flashback . . . . .

Delirious and somewhat guilty to have sex on his mind, Seto looked around to make sure he was along; his body was covered in sweat. He turned his attention away from the painting and tried to convince himself he was dreaming or was it a memory, either way it was too painful and Joey was still missing.

Seto lifted his hands up to the ceiling and asked for help. He needed Kisara his little friend. She was the only one who could offer him comfort and the only one he could freely express his deepest emotions too.

"Kisara help me."

The little girl reached out and touch Seto's brow with a kiss on his cheek. The scent of roses gently enveloped his mind, and clarity found its way inside.

"My prince don't struggle, your journey is nearing its end."

Kaiba choose not to speak and listened to Kisara's words. Kisara gently kneaded his shoulders, "clear your mind, I can hear his sweet voice so clearly."

"In another life you defied the mighty pharaoh and made him your own. You've saved his life with the air you breathe. Your souls are one; find your other half if that is what you truly desire. It is a task that only you can accomplish."

"Yes, I will find him, damn it Joey I'm coming for you and this time I will not let you go!"

On The other Side of Domino

Ryou continued to scream out at the boy in the glass tower, he was dealing with a maniac. "Mokuba or whoever you are, Joey's hurt and he's unconscious."

Mokuba pressed his head harder against the glass. Joey should have been fine it was just a little snow and chill, but what he didn't realize was that the controls were off line, the snow was a lot colder than the monitor registrar.

"Move away from him, you're just trying to trick me," Mokuba called out.

"Fool, you're going to kill him and what will that prove. Please take me, but call a doctor, let Joey go. He's always been afraid of close places but if you're his friend you know that. Why damn it!" Ryou's heart rumbled in his chest.

"Shut up!"

"I swear I won't tell a soul about this. Not even Kaiba-sama, please . . . . . !" Ryou's eyes filled with tears.

"Liar," Mokuba screamed.

Ryou ran back to his friend and started to vigorously massage Joey's leg. Mokuba could see frost build up on the glass and immediately started flipping switches on the monitor. Something was wrong with the temperature. ' Shit' he thought. Joey started to moan, but it was so faint and shallow that Ryou continued to worry and press Mokuba for understanding.

"I know Joey means something to you, you've loved him for a long time. Is that how you want to end it?"Ryou screamed and ran to the glass wall. He started to beat on the wall until his hands started to bleed. The blood splattered and Mokuba back away, even though it was bullet proof.

"Please Mokuba don't let him die!"

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