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Azizi	By : NihilEtNemo Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2066 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Mokuba slept for a few hours, before he awoke. Amazed that
he was still himself. He felt lonely without his brother. He wanted to feel his
brother's strong arms wrapped around him, telling him everything was okay.
He
won't come to you...after what you did to him, he hates you.
"No! Niisama doesn't hate me!"
Then why isn't he
here?
"Because I'm dangerous, and it's all
your fault!"
You're the one who had
those dreams...I helped those dreams become a reality...you should be thanking
me!
"No! Just go away!!"

Seto sat up as it became light outside, wincing but ignoring
it. Maybe he should do something constructive... it really wasn't time to call
the psychiatrist yet... "Fuck it..." he muttered, and grabbed his
phone. Then there was an appointment set up for later that afternoon. And now... he had to find something else to do. If he couldn�t
be around Mokuba...

Mokuba pulled his knees up to his chest, and hugged them
tightly to his chest, trying to ignore the voices words still.
"Please...leave me alone...I didn't want to hurt him...I really
didn't..."

A servant knocked on Mokuba's door. "Master Mokuba?
Your brother says your appointment is a three o�clock today. He will be taking
you, but he has to work until then."

Mokuba nodded slightly to no one, "A-alright...thank
you.." He said and glared at the wall, when he
was actually trying to glare at the voice, "You see? Now I'm going to go,
and get rid of you once and for all!"

Seto sighed and just lay on his bed on his stomach, staring
at the wall. He didn't think he could work if he wanted...

Let me have just a
little bit of fun before he leaves to work...
"What...? No! Stay away from him! Don�t hurt him again,
Please!" Mokuba was worried now, of course, and
he started to cry. Crying left a person weak...weak enough for something else
to take over. His crying stopped, and his eyes took on a much darker look. He
moved off of the bed, and over to his door. He opened
it, and began walking down the hallway.

Seto felt too lethargic to move. He would probably stay here
for hours... days, if he had the chance... He was usually an energetic person,
motivated, getting shit done... unless he wasn't. Then he would just lie there
and do nothing... like now. The dangers of sporadic eating
habits...

Mokuba came to Seto's room, and opened the door,
"Niisama..." He said, trying to sound soft and gentle. Tricking the
elder Kaiba would be easier, then a full out attack...

"Mokuba?" Seto pushed himself up on his arms and
looked back, still mostly on his stomach so that he was looked over his
shoulder with his back arched forward. "I thought we were going to stay
apart... what's the matter?"

The position Seto was in now, was all to alluring, and he
stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. The lock clicked softly,
and he walked over to the bed, "I missed you to much...I was getting so
lonely in there all alone.." his voice was still
sweet, but there was lust in his eyes.

"You should still probably do what the doctor said,
though..." Seto said, reluctantly. Nevertheless, he patted the bed beside
him.

Mokuba nodded, "Yes, I know..." But
he still moved towards the bed even more, and once he was there, he smirked,
and quickly climbed on top of Seto, "You're to trusting, niisama." He
said darkly, and quickly thrust three fingers into Seto.

Seto tensed up immediately and let a low whimper of pain
escape him, struggling a bit, but the position was awkward and he couldn't
really lift a hand to get Mokuba off of him without
falling. "Mokuba - stop!" he said, sounding half pleading.

"You want me to stop? How ironic," he said darkly,
and thrust them in and out harder. This time, it wasn't so much for his own
pleasure, as it was to hurt Seto...to make him bleed. He added a fourth finger
to the bunch, and continued to thrust them in and out harshly.

Seto took a deep, shuddering breath and tried to roll to get
Mokuba off of him. "I don't... even know what you
mean," he said between quick gasps of pain.

Mokuba growled slightly, and placed one leg on either side of
Seto, before jabbing his knees into the other's sides. "Like hell you
don't!" he growled out, and continued with this. He curled his fingers
slightly, so that his nails would scrape along Seto's already abused inner
walls.

"Ahh!" Seto felt tears in his eyes, trying to
escape. "Mokuba, stop!" Now it sounded not asking, but begging�

"Does it hurt?" he growled out, as he continued to
ruthlessly torture Seto, "How do you like it, Seth!?"
He nearly yelled, and pulled his fingers out of Seto, satisfied when he saw
blood on them.

"I'm sorry!" Seto yelled. "I didn't mean to
hurt you!"

"Like hell you didn't!" He said, squeezing his
knees even tighter into his sides, "It never mattered how many times I
said it hurt. Or how many times I begged for you to stop, you never did!"

"I'm sorry..." Seto said quietly, his head hanging
down and resting n his arms. "I'm so sorry... Azizi..."

He growled, "That doesn't make up for what you did to
me! You can't say sorry now, and think it's all
better! I loved you, Seth, and I was nothing but a toy for you!"

"I'm sorry..." he
whispered, but he didn't fight. Mokuba could do whatever he wanted to him... he
wouldn't stop him. He wouldn't fight him. He deserved it...

Mokuba looked back to his hand, and gasped when he saw the
blood. His eyes went wide, but softened, back to normality,
"Niisama...I...I did it again...didn't I?" He didn't need his brother
to answer the question, it was obvious from the blood
still trickling out of his brother.

Seto nodded. "I'm sorry..." he said again. "Mokuba, it's not your fault... it's mine... I never
should have..." He scrambled from the bed, into the bathroom, and soon the
sounds of running water that almost covered up the sounds of him being sick could be heard through the closed door.

The sight of having Seto's blood on his hand, made him feel
sick to his stomach, but he tried to ignore it. He prayed that it was nearly
three, and he could go to his appointment.

Seto was crying, resting against the .
He didn't even know why, he just knew that this was all his
fault and he deserved it, all of it. Maybe he should be the one getting checked out. Maybe it ran in the family and he had
done something to Mokuba that he couldn't remember... raped him in the middle
of the night when he thought he was sleeping... Somehow, he just knew he
deserved this.

Mokuba used his clean hand to wipe the tears from his face,
and then the voice started up again.
You know he deserves
this...
"No he doesn't! No one deserves this sort of
pain..."
No one deserves it but
him...he is more than deserving of this pain...

Seto sat here crying until he couldn't cry anymore. Then he
just sat there. "I'm sorry..." he whispered again. "I'm
so sorry..."

Mokuba shook his head, "No he doesn't....He's
always loved me...and protected me...He doesn't deserve this sort of
pain..."
You're so na�ve....Your brother is just like him....he will end up doing
the same to you as he did to me...
Mokuba was confused now, "Him...Who is 'he'? "

Seto knew he should take a shower. He wasn't sure, but he
thought he might have been bleeding still. And he was
still dirty from last night... And he felt
inexplicably dirty, so disgusting and terrible... A shower wouldn't fix it, but
it wouldn't hurt... He moved slowly and turned it on, assuming that Mokuba had
left the room by now.

Mokuba hadn't left, and he hadn't planned to. He laid down on Seto's bed, avoiding the new bloodspot there,
and curled up.
Some one from a long
time ago...I can tell you about him...

Seto closed his eyes as the hot water pounded his abused
back, feeling himself almost drift away...
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