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Deliverance	By : thelostogg Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8811 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 3

                “We’re dead… We’re so fucking dead…” Mokuba drained the last few drops of amber colored liquor out of a bottle of brandy and slammed it down on the ebony coffee table in Seto’s office. “What the hell possessed you to…”

                Seto sighed and finished soldering a new capacitor onto the power board of Mokuba’s smart phone. He set the soldering iron down in its stand and cleaned off the soldered join with a cue tip dipped in rubbing alcohol. “Don’t you think you might be over-reacting?” Seto re-set the circuit board and pressed down until it clipped into place. Then he repositioned the back of the case, lined up the plastic clips and pressed it together tightly. “That should do it.” Seto pressed the power button and tossed the phone towards his brother while the screen blinked to life. “You might not be able to get a signal yet, though. My electromagnetic pulse had a big enough range to hit nearby cell phone towers, too.”

                The phone landed on the couch beside Mokuba, who didn’t notice it at all.

                “You just…”

                “Ah, ah,” Seto admonished with a bright smile, “Now is not the time to start throwing around carelessly chosen words, Mokie. Or any words at all. If you think about it logically, you’ll come to the same conclusions I did. I assure you, I have taken every precaution necessary in preparing today. I told you I didn’t want you to come along, and you are the only variable that I haven’t accounted for. I can trust you to be discrete, can’t I Mokie?”

                “Are you going to blow me up if I say no?”

                “What? No! Mokie, you know I would never, ever hurt you.”

                “So what would you do if I called the police?”

                Seto stared at his brother thoughtfully, pursing his lips for a moment. “Go to prison, I suppose.”

                “You’re joking!”

                Seto shrugged. He pulled out his laptop, turned it upside down on his desk, and reached for his screwdriver. “I thought things through, Mokie. I told you I wanted payback. If going to prison is the price I have to pay to get it, so be it.”

                “You never said that Jounouchi was involved…”

                “Does it matter?”

                “He was my friend, Seto! Even if you hated him, he was my friend! You… you can’t really want to torture him like that poor bastard in the garage…”

                “Of course not. I said payback. Jounouchi’s friend Hirutani did things to me that I still have nightmares about. He deserved everything he got. Jounouchi… He smiled and joked around when he shot me,” Seto growled. “Like it didn’t matter that he was leaving me for dead… Like nothing that was happening mattered…”

                “But you… You know he didn’t shoot you! If anyone was likely to pump you full of antibiotics, it had to have been him,” Mokuba motioned toward the couch on the opposite side of the coffee table, where the blonde was still solidly unconscious. His hands were still bound together by the white plastic zip tie. “Do you even realize what you’ve done?”

                Seto tilted his head from one side to the other. “Yeah, I think so.”

                “You paid someone to force Jounouchi to torture and kill one of his friends and bought him so you could torture him yourself! Because he saved you! What the hell is wrong with you?”

                “It does sound a bit unbalanced when you describe it like that… But I didn’t expect it to be Jounouchi who had to deal with Hirutani. As for buying Jounouchi, if you must know, when I said payback, I meant it. I wanted revenge on Hirutani, sure, but Jounouchi… He did save my life. So I figured I’d return the favor. You know the Mutt would never have gotten involved in something like this willingly. The only explanation I could come up with was that he had to be trapped. Do you have any idea what that asshole boss of his must have done to get Jounouchi to just… just turn off like that? I may not like him, but I would gladly go to prison if it means killing whoever put that blank empty look in his eyes.”

                Mokuba stared at him with his mouth agape. “This is going to blow up in your face, Seto. I hope you know what you’re doing.”

                “Can I trust you, Mokuba?”

                His brother shut his eyes and licked his lips nervously. “You know you can trust me. Just be careful, Seto, please?”

                “I’m always careful, Mokie.”

                Mokuba nodded slowly, tried to shake another drop of liquor out of the bottle, and then gave a defeated sigh. “I’m going to go help get the main servers back online, that way I can keep track of the news feeds, at least.”

                “Alright. I’ll see you at home tonight,” Seto promised.

                “Are you going to need help with Jounouchi?”

                ‘No. I can handle Jounouchi.”

                “Alright. I’ll be downstairs.” Mokuba waved as he strolled out the door, the four shots of liquor hardly changing his gait at all.

                As soon as the door was shut, Seto dropped his screwdriver and hurried around his desk. He used a pen knife to cut the zip tie off of Jounouchi’s hands and rubbed the skin around his wrists to work out the purple lines from where the zip tie pressed into Jou’s skin. Jou groaned at the movement, but he didn’t seem to be waking up. Seto ran his fingers along Jou’s arm, marveling at just how defined and toned Jou’s body was.

                “Damn…” Seto ran his fingers along Jou’s shoulder, across his collar bone, and then down his chest. “I don’t know if it would have been that bad, if it had been you…” Seto let his fingers slip down Jou’s chest, ghosting over the ridges of toned abs beneath Jou’s shirt. Seto swallowed and shifted, sitting down on the couch beside Jou. He couldn’t help squirming a bit, trying to relieve a bit of the constriction in his suddenly too-tight pants.

                It had to have been the time he’d spent thinking about Jounouchi. For months, he had kept reviewing his memories of the blonde from high school, and remembering the way the other man’s fingers had lingered on his body every time he returned to stab him with another syringe. There was little doubt in his mind that Jou still wanted him, and now he was ready to admit that he wanted Jou just as much. He just had to be tactful about things, take his cues from the blonde, and find a way to bring a bit of life back to Jounouchi’s eyes.

                First though, he needed to get Jounouchi to someplace a bit more secure than his office. And he had to take a cold shower before the blonde woke up.

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                Jou was heavier than he looked. It took Seto twenty minutes of effort to drag Jou to his private elevator and to get him down to the garage, where his driver was waiting with a fresh limo. His driver helped him get Jou into the car, accepting Seto’s mumbled explanation about the blonde being hit with debris from the explosion. The only question his driver had was whether they were going to the hospital or to the manor.

                “Take me home,” Kaiba said easily. “I’ve arranged for a private physician to check on him. He used to be a highly ranked duelist, so I know him well enough to know he prefers his privacy.”

                His driver helped Seto get Jounouchi into one of the guestrooms when they got back to the manor. “My doctor won’t be able to be here until eight. Apparently the hospital is swamped. Could you bring up one of the ice packs from the kitchen before you leave?”

                “Of course, sir.”

                Ten minutes later, Seto was alone with Jounouchi. His driver brought up a soft blue ice pack, but Seto had left it on the nightstand and used the shower in the guest room to get cleaned up. Jounouchi was still unconscious when he finished, so Seto pulled one of the room’s wingback chairs over to the bed and settled down to wait.

                Seto had all but dozed off for the night when sudden, frantic movement on the bed woke him. Seto pushed the chair away from the bed and watched as Jou, his muscles now strung as tight as a bow string, patted the bed beneath his pillow and then all around him. After the frantic search, Jou somehow flipped his entire body off of the bed and rolled towards the wall. A few panting, panicked breaths came from the floor on the opposite side of the bed. Jou, Seto was pretty sure, had been searching for a gun. And when he failed to find a gun, his body had reacted before Jou had seemed to be fully awake. He had dived for cover.

                “Jou?” Seto asked, not daring to move.

                “Kaiba?” Jou asked, not moving. “What the fuck? Why didn’t you just shoot me?”

                “Jou, I’m not going to hurt you. I’d like to talk to you.”

                “What? Why not?”

                “You know why not,” Seto snapped. “The only thing I’m not sure about is who called search and rescue. How did you manage that without Hirutani noticing, or without it being traced back to you? And, obviously, the big question of why…” Seto leaned towards the bed and tried to see Jou over the comforter. “Why didn’t you kill me?”

                Jou inched up to his full height, keeping his hands on the floor and his knees bent, as if he might need to try and sprint away at any moment, but he wasn’t quite sure what direction he would be sprinting in.

                “You’re safe now, Jou. I told you, I won’t hurt you.”

                “You? You want to know why I didn’t kill you?” Jou looked at him as if he were insane. “I have no idea. Just seemed like a good idea at the time. Can we get on with this now?”

                “A good idea at the time?” Seto stood up, angry, but not quite sure why. “That’s it? It seemed like a good idea at the time?”

                Jou shrugged. “Yeah. Of course, then you told me you were responsible for all that shit after high school and I had second thoughts, but by then it was too late to change out the clips without making ‘Tani ask why. Like I said, whatever you intend to do to me, get on with it already.”

                “Just because it seemed like a good idea? How did you contact search and rescue?”

                Jou rolled his eyes. “Pre-paid phone,” Jou explained. “You can deal in cash, no ID required. Well, no quality ID, anyway. There was no good way to time things, though. You’re lucky they got to you in time. Lucky you float, too.”

                “I managed to swim a bit,” Seto admitted. “I wouldn’t have been able to move at all, if you hadn’t pumped me full of meth and morphine. I owe you my life, Jounouchi.”

                “No, you don’t. I gave you a chance, that’s all. And I paid for it.”

                “I…” Seto swallowed hard and tried to meet Jou’s eyes. “I didn’t know they would make you do that to your friend… I didn’t know it would be you…”

                “Hirutani? Don’t waste your sentiment. He knows it wasn’t personal.”

                “But you said… Were you punished when your boss found out I was alive?”

                Jou smirked. “Not exactly. Have I answered all of your questions?”

                “I suppose so,” said Seto, feeling let down by Jou’s lack of gratitude. Didn’t the man understand that Seto was trying to help him escape from that life? From the gangs, the violence, and the punishments.

                “Very well then.” Jou stood up straight and crossed his arms behind his back. “If you would be so kind as to contact my boss again, he’ll arrange for someone to dispose of my remains. Although, if you’d like to put down a drop cloth first,” he glanced meaningfully at the hardwood floors behind him. “I’ll wait.”

                “I already said I’m not going to hurt you.”

                Jou rolled his eyes, obviously annoyed. “So what are you going to do, then? Honestly, I couldn’t care less, so long as I don’t have to sit through one of your patented Kaiba lectures about how you’ve proven you’re superior to me in every way… Whatever it is, get on with it.”

                “No! Would you drop this bullshit attitude, Jounouchi? I know the tough guy routine is probably what’s kept you alive all this time, but you don’t need the act around me. I blew up twelve million dollars to save your ass, the least you could do is pretend to be grateful about it!”

                “What?” Jou’s eyes flashed with uncertainty for a moment.

                “I did all of this to save you! To get you out of that life! To… to get you back here with me…”

                “Are you serious?”

                “Absolutely.”

                “Well, what a fucking waste of time,” Jou groaned. “So now that you’ve saved my life, can I get out of here?”

                “Where would you go?” asked Seto carefully.   Jou had to stay, Seto told himself. He wouldn’t have asked for permission if Seto didn’t have the power to give it. And if he needed Seto’s permission to leave, he wasn’t going to get it that easily.

                Jou shrugged. “Doesn’t matter.”

                “No, then. I think you need to stay here.” Seto stood up careful and made his way around the bed. He knew he was blushing enough that Jou had to notice how flushed he looked, but he couldn’t stop now. “I think that payback is the only true justice in this world… You saved my life, so I’ve saved yours. But I didn’t do it just to have you walk right back into that same crap! Besides, before you saved me, you put me through hell.”

                “Did I, Kaiba? No. I think I’d have remembered. I have put people through hell,” Jou conceded, “It’s usually a bit messier.”

                “You think I slept through every injection, Jounouchi? You think I didn’t feel your hands on my body?”

                “Oh, come on, I could have… well, I…”

                Seto breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Jou was actually blushing.

                “You wanted to, though.”

                “Ah,” Jou held up both of his hands and stepped backwards, stumbling over the leg of one of the wingback chairs, “You know, I’m really not into that kinky shit… So, how about you go find some big guy who looks hot in leather to live out your rape fantasies, and I’ll… I’ll just go.”

                “That wasn’t what I meant, ” Seto took another step towards him. “I meant that you may not have actually raped me, but you didn’t hesitate to fuck with my head, to make me wonder just when you would do it, to leave me terrified of what was coming. At least with Hirutani, I could anticipate what the little fucker would do next. Do you know what that’s like? Not having any control over being that… that vulnerable? Do you know how much each touch terrified me?”

                Jou visibly relaxed. Apparently, torture was more comfortable ground for the blonde than sex. “I can make this easier,” Jou volunteered. He knelt down and pulled up the fabric of his right pant leg. Beneath the fabric was a small holster with a tiny pistol resting snuggly in black, basket-weave leather. “Here ya go,” Jou cocked the tiny pistol and wrapped Seto’s fingers around the grip of the gun. “The trigger is right there,” he carefully set Seto’s finger on it, then stepped back and spread his arms wide. “A shot to the head or neck will be quick. A shot to the gut will kill me, but will be slow and painful, and will ruin your floors. But it’s your call.”

                “What the hell? Do you want me to kill you?”

                “Yes,” Jou didn’t hesitate with the answer. “And if you’re not man enough to do it, then take whatever revenge you want and let me go do it myself, in peace.”

                “You’re just going to go kill yourself?”

                “Yes.”

                “Unless I kill you?”

                “Yes.”

                “I don’t believe you.”

                “Fine, I’ll prove it.” Jou took the gun from Seto’s hand, turning it as he took it so that the barrel was pointing at Seto, as though the act were a well practiced habit. He turned the gun on himself, and to Seto’s horror, he pulled back on the trigger.

                “Fuck!” Seto slammed his hand down on the gun, frantically hoping that he could redirect the blast up and away from Jou’s head. “Oh, fuck!”   Nothing exploded, but pain stabbed through Seto’s hand. He pulled his hand away, shaking his hand. Jou stared at Seto’s hand as the gun shook with it.     “Stop that!” Jou shouted, taking Seto’s hand and the gun in both of his.   “Shit, I’ve never seen that actually happen before,” he laughed as he carefully pulled the hammer back and cocked the gun again. Seto’s hand had a bleeding red hole poking through the skin where Seto’s hand had gotten caught in the firing mechanism. “You’re actually kind of fast. Anyway, like I was saying,” Jou turned the gun again.

                Seto pulled it completely out of his hand this time and tossed it on the bed. “No! You are not allowed to kill yourself yet!”

                “What are you going to do, then?”

                Seto took a deep breath. He could feel the second syringe in his pocket. There were five more in his study, and he could always buy more. He could buy anything he needed to keep Jou there and to keep him from hurting himself. “Whatever revenge I want?”

                Jou shrugged again.

                Seto forced his face into the most confident smirk he could manage. “Take off your pants and lean against the chair.”

                For a moment, Seto saw rage flash through Jou’s eyes. He braced himself for a fight, but the other man didn’t strike out at him. Instead, just as they had in the parking garage, Jou’s eyes went blank. He turned around without a word and began to unbuckle his belt. When Jou finally turned away from him, Seto let his smirk melt away. He put his right hand into his pocket and pushed the cap off of the syringe with his thumb. He ran his left hand gently over the curse of Jou’s ass and up along his side, hesitating for a moment as his fingers covered the distinctive ridges of badly healed scars.

                “I have to admit,” Seto said aloud, “There is nothing girly or beautiful about you… I wish I could figure out why you’re so damn tempting…” Seto pushed the needle deep into Jou’s ass and pressed down on the plunger as fast as he could. He was ready for the blow when it came, but the sedative took effect so quickly that what would have been a dangerous punch turned into a spinning collapse onto the floor.

                Seto dropped the syringe next to the gun and knelt down to hoist Jou back on to the bed. As he turned back toward the bedroom door, he saw his brother silhouetted against the open doorway.

                “This is not healthy, Seto.”
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