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Azizi	By : NihilEtNemo Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2066 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Mokuba waited outside of Seto's door. Debating on whether or
not to knock. He had cried for what seemed to be hours before finally falling
asleep. When he awoke and saw the time was ten o'clock at night, he figured it
was safe to go back to his brother's room. But now that he stood in front of
the door, he wasn't so sure he wanted to go in or not. He had thought about
what Seto had said to him...thought about it thoroughly, and it scared him. He
didn't want to hurt his brother, of course, and he wasn't sure why he did...but
sometimes he just lost control over himself. Mokuba wasn't thinking when he had
done it before...He didn't want the same thing to happen again. The boy took a
deep breath before finally knocking on his brother's door

Seto woke up quickly to the sound of Mokuba's light knock,
surprised when he blinked at the clock to see that he had been asleep for
hours. "Yeah, come in," he said, sitting up.

Mokuba swallowed hard, and he slowly opened the door. He
stepped in quietly and shut the door behind him, and his eyes fell to the
floor. He was silent, wondering if his brother would say something or if he
would have to.

"Hello, Mokuba," he said quietly. He just looked
at him, and said nothing. He looked okay... he'd probably fallen asleep too.

Mokuba swallowed hard, "I...I thought about what you
said..." He muttered, his gaze not leaving the floor. "I...I'm
sorry....and I know Sorry doesn't make up for it....I'm a horrible
person..." he dropped to his knees in front of Seto's bed, and finally
looked up at his brother, tears streaming down his cheeks,
"Please...please forgive me...I� I understand if you can't though..."

"Hey," Seto said, and picked him up, holding him
for the millionth time in a few days on his lap. "I just wanted you to think
about it. I forgive you. Just don't do it again." He wiped away his tears.
He hated to see Mokuba cry... he'd do literally anything to make it stop.

Mokuba still couldn't stop crying. "I'm a terrible
terrible person...I'm supposed to love you and I did such a horrible thing to
you...I hurt you...I made you bleed...I don't want you to hurt anymore."
he said and buried his face against Seto's chest, wetting the CEO's shirt with
tears.

Seto rested his chin on the top of Mokuba's head.
"Sh," he said soothingly. "It's okay. Obviously, I don't want
you to hurt me anymore either, but you didn't mean to." He didn't even
know if that was true, but he needed to make him feel better... He *had* to.

Mokuba wasn't sure if he had meant to hurt his brother or not,
or what he had been thinking if he had thought at all. The only thing he did
know was that he had done it. "Niisama...I'm scared....I think I'm going
crazy....I can't remember half of the things I've done these past two
days...." He clung to him tightly.

Seto didn't say anything at first. "Do you mean
that?" he said. "You really can't remember?"

Mokuba nodded, "I really can't...I remember you leaving
this morning, and then I remember telling you I was scared, and asking you to
not leave again...I can't remember what happened in between then...All I know
is I must have hurt you, or something..."

Seto frowned. "You got angry because I wasn't home in
an unreasonably short amount of time. You wrapped a rope around me and tried to
'teach me a lesson'. You don't remember?"

Mokuba shook his head rapidly, and cried even more if that
were possible, "Oh my god, no! I don't remember any of that!!" He
said, sounding frantic, "I can't believe it....I really did that!?"

Seto sighed a little, mind racing. "I think this might
be a bad idea," he said. "You can sleep with me, but until I figure
this out, no sex. Okay?"

Mokuba nodded, and continued to cling to him, "I'm so
sorry for everything I did to you..." He said, holding him tight. He let
his eyes slip closed, hoping he could fall asleep again, not wanting to think
about this.

Seto lay back down and held him tightly, running a hand
through his hair. If Mokuba really couldn't remember this... any of the
un-Mokubalike things he'd done, he needed help. That would mean a professional,
a therapist or psychiatrist, and they would have to be told about all of this.

Mokuba sniffled slightly, and tried to press himself as
close to Seto's comforting warmth as possible, "I'm sorry for being such a
terrible person...I'm sorry for disappointing you...I'm sorry..." he kept
whispering it, over and over again, as tears continued to stream down his
cheeks, never once easing up.

Seto tried to comfort him without words, seeing that he
wouldn't get through to him. "It's okay, Mokuba," he murmured.

Mokuba continued with this, until he eventually fell asleep
in his brother's arms. His dreams however, were anything but peaceful. But it
wasn't so much a dream, as it was a voice in his head. A voice telling him that
he was a liar. The voice continued to taunt him, and tell him he loved seeing
Seto bleed; loved seeing him in pain. He tossed and turned in his sleep, trying
subconsciously to get the voice to go away, but it stayed. he couldn't even
will himself awake. It was like the voice was trapping him inside of his own
mind.

Seto didn't sleep, trying to calm him. He wanted to make
whatever was hurting Mokuba stop; he couldn't stand to see him in pain. Not
otouto-chan... Anyone else, but not Mokuba. He ran his hand through his hair
and held him tightly, even tried to wake him, but it didn't seem to work.

Do it...You know you
want to...
"No, I don't! I don't want to hurt him!" Mokuba
yelled in his head at the voice.
You did it so easily before...come
on, it isn't hard...you loved it when you saw the blood on the sheets. It gave
you a rush, and you want him to bleed more. Don't try to hide it!
"No! Go away! Stop!" He grabbed his head and shook
it rapidly, still not really awake at the moment, but he was shouting things
none the less in reality "Make him go away! Stop stop stop! I'm not a
liar!"

Seto sat up and smoothed Mokuba's hair back. "Mokuba!
Wake up!"

Mokuba didn't wake up, as the battle inside his mind
continued.
Come on Mokuba! You
have power here! Haven't you always wanted to have power over Seto? Weren't you
always just a little bit angry that you were always behind him. The great Seto
Kaiba! Almost everyone in the world knows his name and you, you're left behind,
in his Shadow!
"Th-that's not how I feel at all!"
Oh come now Mokuba,
This is your chance, Weaken him down, and you can take that spotlight!
"NO! I don't want that! I love Niisama more then
anything! I don't want to take anything from him!"
Liar! The voice
hissed, and went back to taunting him.
In reality, Mokuba was still shaking his head violently,
grabbing his own hair tightly, and almost ripping it out in a frenzy, "No!
I'm not a liar! I'm not! I'm not a liar! I'm not! I'm not!"

Seto took a deep breath to himself and pulled Mokuba's hands
down, holding them both in one of his. He slapped Mokuba, not too hard, just
hard enough to wake him up.

Mokuba had been struggling still, even when Seto held his
hands down, but when Seto slapped him, he fell still. He didn't wake up, but he
was completely still. The only movement out of him was the slight twitch of his
eyes, and his chest moving up and down as he breathed.

Seto felt like he should be pale. He never wanted to hit
Mokuba. And he still wasn't awake - damn it! He hesitated a moment, then
reached for his cell phone. He hated trying to depend on anyone, he hated the
thought of anyone trying to help him, but Mokuba needed help he couldn't
provide...

Mokuba stretched slightly, and yawned a little as he now awoke.
He opened his eyes, and when he saw the cellphone in Seto's hand, his eyes
flashed dangerously, "Who are you trying to call!?" he said, angrily,
"You don't need to call anyone!" He said, and reached for the phone,
trying to take it

Seto held it out of his reach. "You need help, Mokuba.
You can't remember things - and you were having a nightmare. A bad one. I can't
help you."

Mokuba's eyes narrowed still, "I don't need help! I'm
perfectly fine! Give me that phone, now!" He demanded, as he continued to
try and reach for it.

"No," Seto said. "You're not going to
remember this in a few hours anyway - as soon as you snap out of it." He
held Mokuba back. "I'm finding a psychiatrist."

"Niisama! I don't need a psychiatrist!" He
insisted. He practically tackled Seto back against the bed, growling slightly,
"Give me the damn phone!" That was probably the first time he had
ever cursed in his life...not that he would remember he had done it.

Seto was in a rather awkward position, the phone above his
head, the other arm trapped between them. He tried to push Mokuba back, with
limited success.

Mokuba growled slightly, and finally reached Seto's hands,
he tried to pry the phone from the elder's fingers, but wasn't successful. He
finally moved his hand down to Seto's wrist, and gripped it tightly, before
digging his fingernails into the flesh, "If you call someone they'll split
us apart!"

"No, they won't," Seto said through clenched
teeth, trying to get Mokuba off of his hand so that he could move. "Not for
long, if they do, and it will be for a good cause. I'm trying to *help*
you!"

"No! It won't help! It won't help at all!!" he
insisted, as he dug his nails further into his brother's skin, "Just give
me the phone, Seto. I'm fine!!"

Seto winced as Mokuba dug into a nerve, making his hand go
simultaneously painful and numb, his fingers going dead. "Damn it,
Mokuba!"

Mokuba smirked, and managed to now pry the phone away from
his brother. He threw it across the room, not caring if it hit a wall and
shattered. He reached back up quickly, and gripped his wrists, "I think
it's time I teach you that lesson." he hissed, eyes flashing dangerously
again.

Seto twisted in an attempt to throw him off, his dominant
left hand still fairly numb and painful from the mid-forearm down.
"Mokuba, don�t. You have to know I won't let you."

Mokuba smirked still, "You see, that's where you're
wrong. You will let me. Have you ever not given me what I want...A new toy,
some attention, your body...all of it's mine." he said and moved up to
press his lips to Seto's.

Seto weighed his options instantly. He could probably over
power Mokuba, even from this position. It would be for his own good, even if he
had to hurt him to do so... as much as he didn't want to do that. He could do
it, and make him get help. But then, what would it do to Mokuba's mind? Maybe
it was better to let him do it and not mention it later, make him get help
without ever letting him know what he'd done, how he'd acted. It would cause him
so much pain to know...

Mokuba grinned, and pushed Seto completely onto his back.
"I told you you'd let me do it." He said, sounding quite proud of
himself as he began to quickly work the fastenings on his brother's pants.

Seto closed his eyes, reflecting at least that he wasn't
tied up. It couldn't be any worse than the first time, right?

Mokuba quickly stripped Seto of his pants and boxers, before
removing his own, "Maybe now you'll understand that I'm the one making the
decisions now." He spread Seto's legs apart, and settled himself between
them, "I'm not going to be in the shadows anymore!" He quickly thrust
himself into his brother, "I'll be in the spotlight now!"

Seto hissed, shutting his eyes tightly. He thought he'd been
prepared. "What do you mean, in the shadows?" he asked, distracting
himself. "You're not in the shadows... you're the most important thing to
me."

Mokuba grunted, as he thrust in and out of Seto, not caring
about setting any sort of gentle pace, "Nobody..." he panted, "Even
knows who I am!" He had to catch his breath, "No
one....cares..."

Seto held back a noise of some sort, moan or whimper or
other vocalization of pain. "They know who you are!" he said.
"Why do you think they don't?"

Mokuba stopped his movements, and gripped Seto's hips
tightly, "No! No one cares about Mokuba Kaiba! Everyone looks up to Seto
Kaiba....It�s everyone else�s fault that you have to work, and not spend time
with me!" He thrust into him one again, "So now I'm making you mine!
You'll never be able to leave me alone again, and no one will be able to ignore
me!"

"I don't want to leave you!" Seto said. "Or
ignore you." He took a gasping, thankful breath as Mokuba paused.

"You�re a liar!" He said, as he began to thrust
again, "You couldn't...ah...wait to leave today...You didn't want
to...nn...be around me..." He moaned as he continued his movements.

Seto gasped and choked back a cry of surprised pain,
ignoring how true Mokuba's accusations were. "I ha-ad to go, Mokuba!"
he gasped. "It was i-important!" His eyes were once again squeezed
shut and he couldn't even think of making himself relax, as his body tried
again to reject the intrusion.

Mokuba continued to pound into his brother, not caring how
fast or how hard he was going. He felt his climax approaching him, which only
caused him to move even more quickly. With a loud cry of pleasure, he released
into Seto's abused entrance.

Seto bit his own arm harshly, muffling the cry of pain. How
was Mokuba able to hurt him like this? It burned, and he smelt only blood and
sex and he wanted to throw up. But he just had to remember that it wasn't
actually Mokuba...

Mokuba pulled out of Seto, and sat back on the bed, panting
to catch his breath. He smirked slightly, as he stared up at the ceiling. He
was quite pleased with himself...for the moment.

Seto tasted blood. That's okay, the pain in his arm
distracted him. "Are you done?" he asked. "Have I learned my
lesson yet?"

Mokuba raised and eyebrow, and looked over at him, "Obviously
not, if you're still able to say something like that." He still had that
crazy look in his eyes, as he moved to look at him, �Maybe I hav-� He froze.
His eyes landed on the blood slowly leaking from his brother's entrance. He
stared at that spot for minutes, before the look in his eyes softened,
"I...my god...no..."

Seto closed his eyes. He'd meant for Mokuba never to find
out. "It's all right, Mokuba," he said. He thought of telling him to
go back to sleep and could have laughed. Yeah, right.

Mokuba looked at his brother's face, fear written all over
his own. "N-niisama...I..I'm so-orry..." He said as he began to cry
again, "I didn't mean to..." He was beginning to feel sick now, and
looked away from Seto.

Seto wanted to look away himself.... He made himself sick.
He shouldn't allow Mokuba to be hurt like this... "I know you didn't,
Mokuba. I know. I shouldn't have let it happen - it's my fault."

Mokuba shook his head rapidly, �It's not your fault! I'm the
sick one...the crazy one...Niisama, I need help...Please, just get rid of me or
something... I don't want to hurt you again..."

Seto painfully sat up. "I don�t want to get rid of you,
Mokuba. I want to help you. I'm not sure how..." He didn't think he should
call a psychiatrist now... what would it do to Mokuba? And... a small part of
him wondered... what would Mokuba do to him? He wouldn't mean it, but he would
do it. And he had no idea how to make this stop...

Mokuba looked up at him, "If I get like that again,
please, stop me...Don't let me do it again, niisama...Hit me, punch me, do
whatever you have to, I don't care...just please don't let me hurt you
again..." He moved and clung to his brother, "I love you,
niisama...I'm so sorry I'm messed up...you don't deserve someone as terrible as
me for your brother...I wish I could be better...."

Seto wrapped his arms around him. "Mokuba, I'm not
going to hurt you. I don't care what you're doing - I would never hurt you. I'm
going to get you help." Now he was torn again... he really should call a
professional...

Mokuba sniffled slightly, "But I don't care what you
do....really, I don't...I just don�t want this to happen again." He said,
and held him tight. He hated this, now he could hear the voice in his head
again, taunting him. "Make him go away..." he muttered, "I don't
want to listen to him anymore..."

Seto shook his head. "I can't Mokuba..." he
admitted almost weakly. "First thing in the morning, I'm going to call Dr.
Takani... and I'll get you help."

Mokuba buried his face against Seto's chest, and moved his
hands up to cover his ears. but that didn't help. The voice was in his head,
and he could still hear it. "No, No, No, No, NO!" He screamed at the
voice.

Seto pulled Mokuba against his chest, stroking his hair and
holding him tightly. "Mokuba, hear me..." he said quietly, and
murmured soothing words to him. He couldn't make it stop, not by himself, but
he could try to help him...

You're weak. You're
worthless. You know you liked what you did, but you won't admit to it aloud.
"No! No I didn't! You're a liar!!" He screamed.
Pathetic. You can't
even admit to something so simple...Do it again, Mokuba. You saw the blood you
extracted. It was beautiful wasn't it? Make him bleed again!
"No! I won't!" Mokuba pulled away from Seto and
shook his head rapidly, pulling at his hair as he did before, "Go away! I
hate you! I hate you! I'm not pathetic! I'm not!" Then prove it "NO!
I won't do it again!!" He flung himself down onto the bed, and curled into
a ball.

That was the last straw. Seto looked at his hurting brother
for only a minute before he rolled over and grabbed the phone. He dialed the
number for the doctor that he kept on his payroll. So it was midnight, so what?
He needed help.

Mokuba curled up even more, seemingly lost to the world
around him, as he slowly rocked back and forth, �No...Please...just go
away..." he muttered, eyes welling up with tears that fell moments later.

"Yes, I know what time it is." Seto pulled Mokuba
into his lap again, feeling tears on his bare chest. "I don't fucking are,
I pay you to be available. Mokuba needs your help, desperately. No, I'm not
going to pay you more because of the time. Just get here. Now." He gently
rocked him back and forth, trying to make him feel better. It would be about
half an hour, as he shut the phone.

Mokuba clung to Seto, desperately, "Please
niisama...please....Make him leave me alone...he won't stop telling me bad
things...he's trying to make me hurt you again...I don't want to..." He
continued to cry, as he held Seto even tighter.

"I know, Mokuba - I know you don't want to hurt me. I'm
sorry. I have to get dressed for when the doctor gets here. It should be soon.
Just stay here, okay? She'll help you." He gently set him down and winced
as he grabbed his own pants.

Mokuba's pants were off as well, but he didn't care much
himself. He wasn't really paying attention to that. He grabbed a pillow, and
held it close, hoping he could just fall asleep, and maybe not wake up again...

Seto covered him up and went to pace by the front door,
until he heard the car drive up. He stood there waiting for her to come inside.
"Where is he?" she asked, all business. "My room..." he
said as he led her there. He unconsciously made himself walk normally, showing
no signs of his discomfort. She looked at Mokuba, then pulled down the sheets
to get a better look at him. The blood on the sheet... Mokuba curled up like
this, naked, Seto half dressed... She turned around and smacked Seto, knocking
him into the wall. "I'm calling the police," she said coldly.
"What, did you think I would just come here and treat him and cover up the
fact that you raped him just because you pay me? You're a disgusting,
despicable..." Words seemed to desert her as Seto breathed slightly
heavily.

Mokuba had fallen asleep, and only moved slightly when the
covers were pulled off of him. He thought vaguely that he heard someone�s
voice, "Niisama?" He mumbled, lifting his head up, eyes still closed.

"It wasn't him..." Seto said quietly, and allowed
himself to sink in pain to the floor. "The blood is mine... If you look,
you'd see it on him..." She drew back, aghast.
"Then why is it him that you called me to
help...?"
�He shut his eyes and
rested his head on his knees. "Just help him, okay? He can't help it, He
says he doesn't remember. He yells at the voices in his head... just help him,
okay?"

Mokuba immediately sunk back against the bed, and gulped
slightly. The woman probably wouldn't believe him, and he'd only get into trouble.
He grabbed the covers, and pulled them back over himself. Half glad just
because the damned voice had stopped taunting him.

Megumi stared at Seto for a moment. How could he have
been... by Mokuba...? But it looked true. She turned back to Mokuba and decided
to take the situation at face value for the moment. "Alright, Mokuba. Tell
me what's going on."

Mokuba swallowed hard, and turned to look at her.
"I...I did horrible things to Niisama." he said, and then looked back
down at the bed sheets, "But...I don't remember them...and this voice...it
just won't go away..." He could hear it, laughing at him.

Seto held onto his hair tightly with one hand at the sound
of his brother's pain, but did nothing. For once, it just felt good to let
someone else take charge.... "Really?" the doctor asked skeptically.
She had enough experience with children to know that they could be very good
actors; however, she was inclined to believe him. But even if so, there wasn't
much she could do... he would need tests, a psychiatrist, medication...

Mokuba nodded slowly, "Please...I don't want to hurt
niisama again...Will you help me?" He asked, looking up at her
desperately.

She sighed. "I'll do what I can. I can give you both
the number of a good psychiatrist, and arrange for medical tests to be done in case
it isn't something psychological. They should help you before too long."
She looked at Seto, hen back to Mokuba. "Until then... I suggest you keep
apart for the time being."

Apart. That was the last thing Mokuba needed to be, was
apart from Seto. But he knew it was to help him. "Alright..." He
muttered, and tightened the blanket around his form. He looked over to Seto,
before quickly looking away.

Seto looked up quickly. "No, it's not okay," he
said. "I won't leave him alone - he needs my help." He forced himself
to stand up. "I won't leave him alone," he repeated.
"Seto," he doctor said soothingly. "I realize
you want to help him, but I don't think you will. This hasn't happened except
for around you, has it?" Seto said nothing. He didn't know, but he didn't
think it had... "Please, for both your good, stay away from him."

Mokuba looked up at Seto, "Niisama...she's right...you
have to stay away from me...it's not....it's just not safe..." He would
have left if he were dressed. He'd leave after the doctor was gone, no matter
how much it bothered him to.

Seto looked unsure, but nodded, not even realizing how much
Mokuba was controlling him still now... but it was no more than normal.
"All right," he said. "I'll call the psychiatrist in the
morning. Thank you." She nodded and left, and he looked silently at
Mokuba.

Mokuba looked up at him, and swallowed hard, "I'm sorry
it had to come to this..." he said, and stood from the bed, "I better
go...while I'm still normal..." he said, and moved towards the door.

Seto sat on the hedge of the bed and held his head in his
hands.

Mokuba sighed slightly, and opened the door. He looked back
at his brother, before reluctantly leaving the room. He looked down at the
floor as he walked through the hall.
Giving up so
easily...listening to that woman...you really are pathetic...
"Go away..." he said, not much force behind his
voice as he opened his door.

Seto eventually made himself get up and strip the bloody
sheet from the bed, shoving it into the laundry, then collapsed on his bed and
tried to not aggravate his injuries any further. He couldn't really leave
Mokuba alone like this, could he?

He walked into his room, and went over to his bed. Mokuba
crawled under the sheets, and pulled them over his head. He hoped he could see
the psychiatrist soon, and maybe then all of this would go back to normal. I'll
never leave...The voice went about teasing Mokuba, until the boy eventually
fell asleep, and for now, the voice was gone.

Seto didn't sleep, staring at the wall. He couldn't just
abandon Mokuba... it didn't matter what the idiot doctor said. He couldn't help
him by leaving him alone... and he didn't *want* to. Despite the pain, he
sighed and he closed his eyes. Maybe this would all get back to normal.........
He was amazed to feel a tiny pang at that thought.
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