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Overexerted to my Delusion	By : tiarakc Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2759 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh so I'm not making any money from it or from this fiction

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Jei-Thankies! I hope you like the later chapters. This is just the calm before the storm
Rukianeechan-Yeah, I decided to capture another side of Seto for a change in pace. I hope you continue to enjoy
I'll be uploading double chappies since I've been a little delinquent, but its cool. I got you guys covered and this story is almost completely written. Currently working on the epilogue.
Enough lollygagging...

It’s amazing, I’m the reason

Everybody fired up this evening

I’m exhausted, Barely breathing

Holding on to what I believe in

No matter what, you’ll never take that from me

My reign is as far as your eyes can see

-Kanye West, So Amazing

The rest of the week, Seto had been working twice as hard to meet deadlines for his clients. His mind was in so much overload, he was unable to talk to his brother. When he got home, he unfortunately had to whisper silently to a resting Mokuba his apologies and a sweet goodnight.

As he sat in the office on a Friday, he knew that other kids his age would be at a party or some club, but he was working. Working to keep food in his and Mokuba's stomach, a roof over their heads and clothing on their backs. He worked to try and keep the company alive and running so that one day Mokuba would take over the business when Seto was old and too senile to concentrate.

This meant even if it had to kill him.

It was now one in the morning when Seto decided it was time to head home and get some rest finally. He packed everything and left the building for the evening.

As he walked to his car, he was sure he was going to have a long rest tomorrow and hopefully not have to be bothered with any foolishness.

He got into his car and pulled out of the garage and sped off towards home.

Just as he was crossing the intersection that led to his next block, a car illegally ran the stop sign. He tried to slam on the break in time, but it was too late. His car slammed into the backside of the other vehicle, swinging the car around slightly.

Seto's first reaction was wondering if everyone in the car were okay. Granted, he was an asshole, but even something like this made him worry for someone other than himself, but when he saw both Tristan and Joey get out of the car, all thoughts of whether they were okay went from his head. He jumped out of the car assessing the damage to the car.

"Of all fucking people! You?!" Tristan shouted from behind the car since he had been on the passenger’s side.

"Tris, calm down." Joey said walking to Seto. "You okay?" He said to Seto.

"Is he fucking okay?! Joey are you kidding me?! You remember what we had to fucking do in order to get this car?!"

"Will you shutup, already?!" Joey yelled back to Tristan before he stared at Seto. "Hey, I'm sorry about your car."

"Sorry? That's it. You're the idiot that can't drive or did you not see that was a red light you ran through?"

"I saw it. Some things are done intentional, Kaiba. We just didn't think we'd get caught...or hit. What me and Tristan need though, is for you to not report this to the cops."

"He's going to fucking talk Joey! Fuck!" He got back into the car and slammed the door shut.

"Tell your friend take a pill and calm down."

Joey laughed.

"He's had enough of them."

Seto frowned. "You know you're not suppose to drive and do that."

"Who said I had any?"

Seto ignored this.

"Why should I do anything for you? I need my fucking car fix."

"You give me an estimate and you'll have your money the same day."

"You don't work Wheeler. You can't even afford a decent shirt, how the hell are you going to get my car fixed?"

"I do work Kaiba and if I wanted a decent shirt, I could buy hundreds of them. Now I am asking nicely, because I know you have another car you can drive until you get this one fixed. You'll have your money, plus...interest."

"I better." Seto looked back at the other car. “And what exactly am I suppose to tell my insurance company?”

“I don’t know. You’re the CEO, I’m sure you could come up with a better lie than I could. Tell them it was a hit and run.”

“I don’t lie, Wheeler.” He motioned back to Joey’s car. “I’m willing to let it go.”

A car passed slowly through the intersection assessing the damage of the two cars. The car stopped and the window rolled down to the driver’s side, the male behind the wheel poked his head out.

“Everything alright? Do you need me to call for help?!”

“Fuck off!” Joey spat taking out a cigarette and lighting it.

Seto watched the driver glare before rolling the window up and driving off.

“Wheeler, that was rude.”

“You’re one to talk. Right now I’m not big on good Samaritans, except for you.” He gave a provocative smile, his eyebrow arched. “Do we have a deal? I need to get out of here before that asshole calls the police anyway just to be a dick.”

“Okay, but you know I have to report a hit and run claim.”

“Is that the story you’re sticking with?”

Seto stepped closer to Joey.

“I know people, Wheeler. If you don’t give me my money, you’re going to regret everything.”

Joey laughed, reaching into his pocket.

“Sure, no problem. Let me know in school and I’ll drop the money off at Kaiba Corp.” He pulled out a tiny Ziploc bag that held a small red pill. “You don’t have to use it, though I highly recommend it, if even you relax for a minute. I have a special friend that makes that.”

“No thank you Wheeler. I don’t put any drugs in my body that aren’t FDA approve.”

“You’re missing out.” Joey took a slow drag of the cigarette.

“-Joey?! Can you please hurry up?! I’m ready to go!” Tristan had gotten out of the car once again.

“Your boyfriend is calling you.”

“He’s not my boyfriend. He just likes the way I fuck him.” Joey put the cigarette between his lips and grabbed Seto’s hand, placing the tiny bag with the pill inside. He backed away, waving without another word before getting the car with Tristan and driving off.

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Seto didn’t know what made him pocket the pill, maybe it was just to get out of the middle of the quiet street and get home. He would toss the pill when he got home and not worry about it again.

He dropped everything when he entered the house after his quick conversation with an officer giving them a fake car description and a lie that he couldn’t get a good look at an tag. He walked to his little brother’s room, dropping beside the bed and staring at the small back.

“I love you Mokuba. I know that you don’t hear me say it often face to face with you, but I say it every time I have to come in and see you like this. Sweet dreams.” He stood up, leaned over and pressed a small kiss to Mokuba’s forehead before leaving the room quietly.

He went to his room and dropped his bags at the door. He was even too tired to pull out his laptop and check his e-mails once more. He collapsed on the bed, which alarmed even himself for being so out of character, and pulled out the small red pill that was in his pocket.

He looked carefully through the plastic. The pill was very smooth almost like an ordinary aspirin, despite it’s bright shade of red. Also, there were no words or anything written on it. Why anyone in there right mind would take something so dangerous he didn’t know, but Wheeler had said it made you relax. Seto just refused to take pills to do such a thing when there were so many alternatives to the feel satisfied.

He dropped the pill in front of him and dropped his head on the soft comforter beneath him and closed his eyes.

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The next morning, Seto awoke at the same time as usual though he wished he could have slept late. He was used to waking up at the same time, which his body seemed to have gotten used to. He tilted his head to stare at his alarm clock at bedside which read seven thirty-five. So he slept thirty five minutes over the normal; big deal. He knew now that he had to call his insurance company and take the car to the dealer to get an estimate how much everything would be to get the car fixed.

Damn Wheeler and his lack of good judgment.

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Seto called Joey to meet him at a coffee shop, where he learned Joey would be a while considering he didn't have a car.

"What do you mean you don't have car? You just had one last night."

He heard Joey laugh on the other end of the phone line.

"I played that well didn't I?"

"That wasn't your car?"

"You want to come and pick me up if you don't feel like waiting?" Joey bypassed his question.

"Must we go through this? I don't feel like seeing you on weekdays, do I really have to come and pick you up on a Saturday? I've done enough favors for you Wheeler."

"Then ill be there an about an hour."

"Or you can come to my house. I'm tired and I want to go home and spend some time with my little brother. Not to mention, I've been up since 7 this morning."

"Did you take what I told you?"

"Wheeler, I'm not taking that shit. I don't even know what it is. For all I know, you could be trying to kill me."

"You're the last person I'd ever want to kill. Especially not after what you did last night for me. I would have never thought you'd be capable of such a thing."

"Yes, on the contrary of what everyone thinks, I do have morals."

"Never said you didn't. It's just that everyone at school aren't exactly the ones who receive any kind words from you."

"Enough bull shit. Your voice is irritating more by the second." He gave Joey his address and hung up without a goodbye.

It had been a waste to even step foot in the coffee shop had he known the dunce wouldn't show up anytime soon. He got up from his seat and went to his car more than ready to go home.

Mokuba was awake and bubbly grabbing Seto's hand as he entered the room and guiding him to the gaming room.

It had been two hours later when Seto decided that should get some lunch. He made a quick phone call to order in some pizza.

"We should make sundaes tonight." Mokuba suggested in the middle of a movie as they waited for the pizza. Seto figured it would kill some time while they waited.

"Again? The last time we did that, we ended up on the couch with stomachaches that lasted hours."

"It was fun!" Mokuba said. "Besides, it wasn't me with the stomachache. I have a stomach of steel."

"Like the "toxic terminator"?" Seto snorted.

"Are you making fun of me?"

"Would I ever do such a thing?"

The doorbell interrupted them and Mokuba launched from the couch and bolted for the door. He opened it finding Joey on the opposite side, with a box of pizza in hand.

"Hey kiddo. Your brother here?"

"-Mokuba, is that..." Seto trailed as he turned the corner finding the other in the doorway.

"Hey, I took the bill."

"Wow! Thanks! Is he your friend Seto?" Mokuba smiled widely.

"No. Mokuba, take the pizza and go into the kitchen for a minute."

"Okay." He took the pizza as he was told. "Do you want any?" He asked Joey.

"No, he's already eaten." Seto spoke for the blond. He didn't want the other here no longer than what he had to be. Once Mokuba was out of sight, he turned back to Joey."

"Glad you didn't rush over here."

"Yeah, I ran into some people. I do have what I said I'd give you though, so that has to make up for something."

"No it doesn't. Don't ever go into business, Wheeler. You'd fail."

Joey stepped into the house, shutting the door behind himself. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out several hundred dollar bills and handed them to Seto.

"Do I have to worry about someone beating down my door in the middle of night looking for stolen money?"

"Maybe." Joey smirked. "But I got your back." He winked before opening the door. "Pleasure doing business with you, sir."

Seto shut the door behind him and locked it before going into the kitchen with his brother. Mokuba had managed to get plates down and piled his with three slices.

“Who was that Seto?”

“Uh…someone that I know from school. I had did him a favor and he was repaying me.”

“Is he the one that damaged your car?” Mokuba smiled slyly and Seto frowned.

“How did you know?”

“Why else would he have came. Besides, I heard Roland talking about it earlier.” he grabbed his plate and glass of soda. “Pizza, Seto! I want to watch the rest of the movie!” Mokuba walked out of the kitchen.

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Seto had concluded that he had had a great day despite what he had to deal with in the morning. He had finally had a moment that he could enjoy with his brother who was pooped out. He was laying with his head in Seto’s lap, his little chest rising and falling in a content sleep. Seto picked him up carefully and carried him up the stairs to his own bedroom where kissed his little brother’s head good night.

He went to his bedroom and settled on his bed, the red pill catching his eye as it lay on his nightstand. To take the pill would go against everything he ever stood for and what he didn’t want Mokuba to get involved in. He knew that he didn’t need the drug, but why was it still sitting here. It was just that desire to know what it felt after he would take it. Had Joey told him the truth? Would it just relax him and make him more comfortable? He didn’t know where the pill came from or who even made it. Why would he risk putting something in his body that he had no clue what it would do? Okay, so Joey had told him what it would do, but what was in it? It could possibly have a bad reaction with his body and he could die.

Then he thought about leaving Mokuba. What would Mokuba do without him? Where would his little brother go? He figured that Roland and his wife would be kind enough to take Mokuba into their home, but it wouldn’t be the same.

All those thoughts left his mind. He didn’t want to fathom the idea of being away from his brother and never able to come back. He didn’t know what’d he do or how he’d feel. He was just now amazed at how the thought of the pill hadn’t crossed his mind all day until he came upstairs and saw. It was like that with some people and cigarettes. Some addicts to cigarettes could go all day at work without smoking until they realize that they need one as soon as they hit the door.

The pill looked innocent enough, but that was what made it so dangerous. It sat there on the side table like a red, ripe apple that looked so tempting showing no signs of the poison that laced the inside. Taking the pill, he shoved it into the drawer and slammed it close.

Now he was restless and needed something to keep his mind preoccupied. He thought best that homework should come first and he went with that idea. Grabbing his books, he made his way out of the room and walked down to his office.

It hadn’t even been thirty minutes when his mind wandered from homework to his laptop. He opened his e-mail and searched for the video. The same video he hadn’t looked at for two weeks and now it had crossed his mind to take a look at. He had meant to delete it long ago, but he had been so busy and caught up in work, it wasn’t a priority, but now he was sitting here, alone, Mokuba was asleep, and he hadn’t released in weeks. Even when he woke up with the hard-on that could probably break ice, he only took a cold shower and left it at that. He had needs. He was young, still going through puberty, and masturbating was normal. Usually he wouldn’t need the aid of porn, but it had been months since he had sex. He had given up his virginity at a young age deciding long before that that he refuse to save his virginity for anyone special. Shit like that was not his forte.

The video began with the two men just in the middle of foreplay like he had watched for the first. Why his mind made him see himself and Joey was well beyond him and beyond any reasoning he could think of. He had always considered himself bisexual since he had had both dealings with both males and females; loving both what they had to offer. He could get just about anyone in bed, he just didn’t have the time.

His hand traveled to the front of his pants as the moans of the two males on screen became louder. Seto’s eyes closed slightly and then memories of what he had dreamed that day in detention.

Joey.

He hadn’t thought about what made him so infatuated with Joey lately. Joey had completely changed since the first time he had met the other and they had been knowing each other for years. Seto figured it had something to do with losing his best friend. Yugi had been killed in a robbery only last year and maybe Joey was still mourning. He didn’t know if Joey had ever experienced death before, but he knew that him or any of his friends that were close to Yugi didn’t take it well. It had been said that two young, stupid boys had walked into the shop, which Yugi’s grandfather owned, and held Yugi at gun point. Yugi gave them both the money and anything else they felt was valuable, but in the middle of the heist, Yugi’s grandfather walked in. One of the kids panicked and shot him and it made only sense to kill Yugi since he had been a witness.

Joey hadn’t come to school for an entire week and when he returned, that’s when Seto notice how hostile the blond was sometimes. He even threatened to kill Téa if she didn’t shut up about what happened to Yugi.

She left school and never came back.

Now, the only person that he ever hung out with was Tristan and it seemed since then, Joey was getting into some type of trouble. He would sometimes come in and bruises marring his face and an attitude colder than Seto’s. The language that spewed from Joey’s mouth was harsh making some of the students and even teacher cringe. He didn’t care about anything or anyone.

Now that Seto had softened himself by depression, he pulled away from the computer and walked to his bedroom.

It was time for bed.

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It was back to the regular schedule and Seto was back to school and work. He walked into the classroom and found Joey and Tristan talking as usual.

"-He's going to wind up getting you killed."

Seto overheard Tristan saying one day as he entered the classroom. He was examining Joey's face, who was sitting with a busted bottom lip, leaning back in his chair.

"Its not him. We have such a good business together."

"He deals you and you fuck him. That's lovely business, dumbass."

"Ew, who said I fucked him. Do you know how much money-" Joey paused once he had noticed Seto in the room. For a minute they had eye contact until Tristan turned and had to say something.

"What the fuck are you looking at?"

"Your head up Wheeler's ass."

Joey outright laughed, before grabbing his stomach and wincing slightly. Seto knew he had gotten into another fight; probably because of his mouth. Maybe the guy from the night of the accident found him and decided to make him eat his words. Joey really needed to watch his mouth before it landed him in a grave.

"Laugh it up, Joey. Sometimes you're a bigger dick than he is." Tristan grabbed his bag and stood. "Nice way to appreciate the one friend you do have."

"You'll be back tonight." Joey smirked and Tristan stormed out of the classroom.

Seto watched as Joey leaned down in his chair, his eyes closed and hands crossed over his chest.

"Its not polite to stare Kaiba."

"I'm just curious as to why you're acting like a complete prick all the time. Its starting to get old."

"The pot calling the kettle. You’re being a fucking hypocrite. You walk around this school like you own the place treating everybody else beneath you. Everyone is the same in my world which is why no one gets treated any better or lower than what I am."

"So you believe you're scum?"

"I think I'm what most people are afraid to be."

"You weren't like that last year. Why do you even come to class anymore. I'm sure you're failing. You're wasting time, Wheeler."

"I have always been like this its just that there were some things hindering it."

"You're an idiot if you think that Yugi had anything to do with not showing these fucked up true colors. You're right about one thing: you are truly an asshole."

"Thanks...you dick."

Joey grabbed his bag as well and followed suit as Tristan did, leaving the classroom.

Seto had said too much. Did he mean it out of good faith? Seto didn't know. He just wanted the salty blond to know the truth. He also wondered why Joey didn’t say anything else to the Yugi comment. He knew that it was a sensitive subject to other, so why did he bring it up? Somewhere or another he thought that it might spark something in Joey to at least give a shit.

Seto now refused to rattle his brain any longer over what he now was going consider a "trivial matter". There were more important things to think about.

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Seto looked at the stack of papers that was sitting on his desk. He was contemplating letting his secretary Ami deal with it, but it was of too big importance and he needed to make sure that everything would be perfect, with NO mistakes. But at any second it felt as if his eyelids would close and his body would betray him.

There was a knock on his office door and he cursed. He had told Ami not to let a soul in and she seem too dense to follow that. Maybe it was a good thing that he deal the work himself.

"Come in!" He barked. He continued work, hearing the door creak slowly open. When he looked up see anyone, there was no one there.

He waited a few seconds wondering the hell was going on before he angrily got up to slam the door close, locking it.

Seto nearly jumped out his skin when he turned around and Joey was laid back on top of his desk staring at him with alluring eyes.

"What the hell are you doing? How did you get in here?"

"Does it matter? It obvious you wanted me here or I wouldn't have came."

"Get. Out."

"Or what? You'll call security? Trust me, no one is here. I made sure of that."

"This isn't real." Seto said walking over to the phone on his desk and picked it up. He knew he had to be sleep again.

"Then why are you calling security? If I'm not real than just ignore me...or fuck me." He added with a laugh.

Seto grabbed skin of his arm between two nails and winced from the slight pain. Joey was still on his desk laying there coolly as if it were a bed.

"Pinching yourself is not going to get you to wake up, babe. You're well beyond that point of exhaustion. Its like when your really tired and something wakes you up, but your eyelids are so heavy, you just fall right back to sleep. Just sit down and let your body do what its suppose to do."

Seto walked over to his desk and sat down.

"Can you get your ass off my work please. T-"

"-This is important." Joey finished his sentence as he hopped off the desk. He slowly made his way around the desk his fingers dancing across the stacks of papers and teased up Seto's arm. "You're so predictable. Try something else."

"G-" Seto snatched his arm away, but was interrupted quickly.

"Get away from me." Joey mocked. "Try again."

"Wheeler-"

"-you have three seconds." Joey fingers began to slowly massage the tense muscles in his back making him groan. He had to admit that just this little bit attention to his sore body was making him feel so much more at ease.

"You like that?" Joey asked in a whisper. Seto didn't respond and tried to pull away, but Joey pulled him back. "I'm only giving you what you deserve. Two minutes and then you can get up."

Seto obeyed, loosening his muscles and letting Joey do the work. It felt so good and so real. For a second he had to remember that this was only a dream and when he woke up he would have to deal with the pain in shoulders. Maybe he should make a trip to the spa and get properly pampered.

"If you want to be pampered all you have to do is ask."

Seto looked up at Joey. Had he read his thoughts or did he say something out loud?

"No...I'm reading your thoughts." Joey leaned down until his lips brushed lightly against Seto's. "Ready to wake up?"

And with that he kissed Seto fully on the lips. Seto pulled away almost instantly staring at Joey with a hard glare.

"You're attracted to me Seto. Just give it up." Joey said as with that all knowing smirk before his hand traveled into the lap of Seto. He caressed the bulge, taking more time to stimulate Seto compared to the last time when he dove right in, getting what he wanted.

"-Mr. Kaiba?!"

Seto jerked awake looking tiredly up at his secretary, Ami, standing over him holding a cup of coffee.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but your brother is on line one."

Seto nodded, sitting up straight and working out the small kinks in his back from being sleep, bent over his paperwork. He grabbed the phone answering his call trying to ignore the pain that was between his legs.

"Hello?" He greeted, squirming in his seat.

"Hi Seto. Are you coming home early tonight?"

Seto looked around at his desk where his papers still lay and he frowned.

"No, Mokuba. I won't. There's just too much work for me to ignore right now and I have to finish this."

"Alright. Is it okay if I go to the park? A couple of my friends were going and they invited me."

"Sure. Just have Roland pick you up before dark."

"Okay. Bye."

Seto hung up the phone feeling just a bit upset.

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