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Stinging Beauty	By : Fel5 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 16923 -:- 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.

Chapter List
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We are back and here's the beginning of the end. Literally. From here onwards, there will be no more delays, no more waiting, as I will post all the final parts of this novel in one go.
So sit back, grab some hankies and a drink, and enjoy.
Also, give thanks to one of the great men of Soul, Ben E. King, who with his immortal love song Stand by me inspired this chapter. Godspeed, Ben, and thank you for all your sweet music.

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76. Holding close
He was beautiful.
Kaiba Seto knew he shouldn't be drooling like some hormon-ridden thirteen year old, but who could fault him?
The way the long, deep-purple tunic flowed from Katsuya's broad shoulders over his sinewy back and billowed around the lean, strong legs; how the long pool of golden tresses had been brushed and styled until they reflected and rivaled the sunlight...
Seto sought his husband's eyes among the crowd of students, not paying an iota of attention to what the dean said.
Eyes, shimmering and glowing and warm like honey and molten amber met his azure ones, and a tiny, almost imperceptible smirk, barely a twitch of his lips, brushed Katsuya's face.
To anybody else, it would have been meaningless.
To those closest to him it screamed smugness, knowledge, desire, cockyness, pride, gratitude and dark, forbidden promises.
Mokuba caught the visual exchange and Seto's 'tell' signs and oh-so-nonchalantly kicked him in the shin.
The brunet swallowed the pained grunt; Mokuba acted as if he were engrossed in the pamphlet he held and mumbled casualy,
„Ceremony's not over before two, mostly two thirty. Send the dragons back to sleep.“
A deep intake of air was the only testimony to the fight Seto had with his blush rising from his otouto telling him to curb his libido.
Great. His husband had just given him epididymal hypertension in puplic.
Or, in Jou's words, he got blue-balled by his fukun.
When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we'll see
No I won't be afraid, no I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me
„Shouri no uta!“ The graduates screemed and bellowed, then broke into one random tune and another.
Seto smirked, as he watched his husband and their two college friends share beers and sake shots with their fellow students.
Eventually, the group ran out on traditional songs, so turned to JPop.
And then anime.
By the time they reached Kesenai Tsumi, the CEO just about had enough. Plucking his celebrating blond husband out of the knot of caroling and cheering tweens, he brought his lips to Katsuya's ear and whispered,
„Hachimitsu.“°
Katsuya went rigid. Glancing at Seto, he could practically hear the brunet purr in confirmation.
„Ja ne, minna-san, I'll catch up with you later!“ he called over his shoulder, almost forcefully dragging the smirking CEO out of the building and into their waiting limo.
„Ara, Gokasho, where're they off to?“ asked one of the less intoxicated students left behind.
Gokasho glanced at Yukuri, shared a knowing smile, then answered,
„His husband is a very busy man, Motoki. And Katsuya-san should not keep him waiting.“
On the backseat, Katsuya reveled in the luxury of having pre-warmed honey and bourbon being licked off his chest and used to lube his erection.
So darlin', darlin', stand by me,
oh now stand by me
Ooh stand, stand by me, stand by me
He stepped back from where his diploma hung and grinned proudly.
"So, a bachelor's degree in advanced animation technology and dynamic holography", cheered Yuugi. Katsuya nodded, still not quite believing he had made it through college alive. And among the best five of his year, too.
Gokasho had, unsurprisingly though, taken first place and Seto had been swift in making him a job offer. Needless to say, the poor graduate was still slightly in shock knowing that his long-time idol and paragon had personally asked him to work for his company.
Katsuya chuckled; he had gotten an earful from Yukuri, when her husband had remained in a stupor for two days straight; Seto sure had a way of rendering people immobile even when doing a good deed.
Yuugi's words drew him back to reality. Turning to his best friend, he muttered,
"Gomen. Mo itte?"
The shorter male's eyes glinted.
"Are you're trying to go for a masters, or..?"
Katsuya shook his head.
"Nah, that would take even more time away than work already does. I pushed forward so hard so I could get out of college sooner, so we could spend more time together."
Yuugi nodded sagely.
"Soredemo; what if you want something more? Or..well..worst case..you have a -falling out?"
The blond shook his head anew.
"Yuugi, I married the love of my life. I would follow him to the ends of the world. If he told me that we're moving to Hawaii, I'd pack my bags right up and wait on the porch. My place is next to Seto, never mind where he goes and what he does."
Large, amethyst eyes studied him solemnly, then Yuugi muttered,
"Why? Why are you -pressured to remain close to Seto at all times? I mean, I can relate what with Anzu being in New York, but you-"
Katsuya's expression halted him, even as the blond pressed his lips firmly together, a flash of pain, of guilt and -fear?- flashing across his features.
He swallowed, once, twice, then rasped,
"I-I'm scared, Yuug'. I'm scared that I might lose him if I don't keep watching over him, constantly. Call me a mother hen if you will, but..Seto is a public figure, a larger than life beacon of genius, an uncanny wielder of power and wealth people either covet to or try to destroy. He is constantly under watch, constantly targeted, and it..it terrifies me. The only times I know with certainty he's out of harm's reach are when I'm holding him in my arms in our manor. Next to me, underneath me, making love, ranting about the day and people and work and anything that comes to mind. Those are the times I know he's truly safe. And they are rare and precious inbetween."
Katsuya studied the floor, his slippers, then Yuugi hushed, in a tear-strained voice,
"Wakata. Wakarimashita. Honto ni."+
Mokuba rushed down the corridor leading to Seto's office. Not bothering to knock, he barrelled through the door, slamming it close, in turn startling the semi-naked couple necking on the large desk out of their passionate thrist.
„Hrr-get-huh-dressed-,“ the raven-haired teen rasped, sweat dripping from his forehead,
„we got an emergency.“
Jou and Seto, who was leaning over the blond sprawled on the wooden surface, straightened. Normally, Mokuba would just turn on his heel whenever he caught them in the act. This behaviour however..
Buttoning up his shirt after zipping his pants closed, Seto walked over to meet his brother.
Katsuya, still sporting a rigid erection, crossed his legs and turned his hips away from the kyoudai, not wanting to expose himself to his giri no otoutou.
„Emergency? Of what kind?“ queried Seto, back in business mode.
Slate-blue eyes held azure, when the vice-president squared his shoulders and replied,
„Our mole is dead.“
If the sky that we look upon
Should tumble and fall
And the mountains should crumble to the sea
I won't cry, I won't cry, no I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me
Black, hand-tailored leather flapped dramatically as they strode for the elevators.
At sixteen, almost seventeen, Mokuba reached just past Seto's shoulder.
Though his gait still had a little more spring than his brother's, it was no less intimidating.
Seto on his own had always been able to strike fear into the heart of men.
But seeing the Kaiba kyoudai storm down the halls of Domino Prefectural Police Headquarters made hardened criminals shrink into quivering balls of mute terror.
Never glancing right nor left, the tall brunet swung open the door reading
Oshiro Hisashi, Detective Chief Superintendent.
„Where is he?“ roared the elder Kaiba, Mokuba two steps behind.
The chief superintendent merely gave him a tired gaze.
„Kaiba-sama. Kaiba-san. Thank you for coming on such short notice.“
Seto was livid.
„Enough with the pleasentaries. You didn't answer my question!“
„His wife -well widow, now, is with him.“
Seto growled.
„How did he die?“ Leaning back in his chair, the older official replied,
„That's the curious thing. Apparently, he jumped out a window.“
„My employees don't just jump to their death! Especially not after I promoted them only a few months prior!“ roared the CEO.
Nodding, the superintendent agreed,
„Indeed, that's what puzzled us, too. Which is why we called you in, immediately. Also, there was no suicide note. Yet..“
„Yet?“ urged Mokuba.
„Yet we found among the papers on his desk a rater -intriguing endorsement on a file regarding the untertakings of Guntai Enterprises.“
Grey-brown eyes, hazel sprinkled with granite, narrowed in thought.
„Do you know a certain..Jounouchi Masahiro?"
It took every ounce of self-control he had for Seto not to grab hold of the nearest chair and smash it through the wall.
And darlin', darlin', stand by me, ohohoo
Stand by me
Stand by stand by me stand by me
Katsuya rubbed his face, then trapped his nose between his hands.
Ever since Seto and Mokuba had returned from the police headquarters, the atmosphere in the manor had been strained.
They had filled him in on what the police had found out to this point and also what Kaiba Corp's own investigative team could carve up, but still..something didn't add up.
They were not telling him everything, he just knew it.
For some reason or another, both Mokuba and Seto were not completely open...
„Athou?“
Katsuya looked up.
Sure enough, Shizkua stood there, holding Hitomi up for the blond to take her.
„Hey there, big girl, look who's up and awake“ cheered the blond, as he took the happy bundle from his sister.
Four months old now, Hitomi was a quirky, gleefull, energetic little sunshine of hazel hair and bright green eyes with an appetite worthy of either a Honda or Jounouchi.
And Katsuya was almost as crazy about her as Hiroto.
Cooing and making funny noises, he spoke to his niece, occasionally tickling her and relishing the giggles and squeals he elicted from the baby girl.
Shizuka stood there, watching in contentment how her ani entertained her daughter. Katsuya had always been good with children, and since he didn't have any of his own, he showered little Hitomi with all the love and affection he could spare.
Which lead to sometimes almost hilarious situations at the lunch, respectively dinner table, when her husband and brother would argue who would get to feed the little chohou na hito.*
Still, there was something about Katsuya that irked her. She couldn't put a finger on it, but somehow the blond felt a little..reserved.
She had asked him, of course, and he had told her in rather vague terms about a tragic event concerning Kaiba Corp, but nothing too vital.
Prodding her brothers-in-law had proven even less fruitful; Mokuba had been evasive and Seto just clamped up.
The brunette shook her head; it was pointless to worry her head about it.
If it was business related, she really had no right to dig too deep.
She only hoped that it would not marr her loved ones' marriage.
Darlin', darlin', stand by me, hoo~oo, stand by me
ohh, stand by me, stand by me, stand by me
Seto had a knack for scars.
Not his own, mind you, or anybody else's, but his husband's soley.
The faint, sometimes jagged lines scattered across the blond's body enticed, fascinated, aroused him. He lapped, nipped, kissed, traced them with mouth, tongue and fingers, knowing the story of each and every single one of them.
Some were sad, some were heart-wrenching, bitter or gruesome, others were almost comical or at least bizarre, but they all had one thing in common:
they were dark.
It had not been a concious act, but a natural development as their trust and love had grown to the point where the both of them could share the pain and deepest, most shameful and best guarded secrets of their shattered youths.
A small crescent moon, two fingerbroad to the right of his navel; a stabwound from a shoplift gone wrong.
The tiny well above his left elbow, where the bullet from a gang war had passed through.
An eclipse, only visible if one really knew what to look for, reminded of the price Katsuya had had to pay for his emancipation.
Seto trailed his tongue the entirety of Katsuya's left side upwards; the 'Pan-American Highway' as the brunet had dubbed it, remnant of when a barbed wire had hindered the former delinquent's escape.
Katsuya lay there, dazed, content, feeling cherished, as he basked in his spouse's ministrations.
He loved the undeterred attention Seto lavished him with, in a way almost more than the sex they had.
Of course, the sex was almost always great(jetlags, finals and take-overs sometimes lead to a lack in performance), but this..this never failed.
If anyone would have asked Katsuya what perfection was, he would have answered this.
These small, rare bubbles of tenderness and affection, these moments that existed beyond time, beyond reality; silvery pink pearls of magnolia softness and gentle devotion.
Katsuya smiled softly; it never ceased to amaze him how truly gentle Seto was. Behind that stoic demeanor and often downright cold and harsh exterior lay a heart so sweet, so tender, Katsuya more than often worried that he might break it with but a spiteful word or reckless action.
Seto was possessive because he cared, because he feared, because he had lost so many and so much which he held dear that the very thought of losing something more frightened him.
Kaiba Seto was often compared to his favourite Blue Eyes, which he was, but Katsuya new that hidden deep within the magnificent beast was a tiny, sad little kitten hungry for love and comfort.
The ministrations Seto devoted to his, Katsuya's body, were but a mirror, a way to express his own needs beyond words.
No one, not even Mokuba, was privvy to this very part of Seto, and when Katsuya pulled his husband into a grateful, affectionate embrace, curtaining them both with his endless long golden hair, he silently renewed his vow to himself:
to keep Seto and Mokuba safe by any means necessary.
~*They had taken out the bodyguards -including Isono -with a flash grenade and machine gun salve; one of the bullets had hit Seto's leg, rendering him half-blind and immobile, and rushed in to seize his younger brother.
Mokuba, who had undergone some self-defence tutelage, had given back in kind, until he got maced. He had fought back, still, but one of the kidnappers had caught his arm and, with a cruel twist, broken it.
Mokuba had yelped out in pain -and a deafening scream had answered.
In a flurry of gold, white, red and black, Katsuya had descened upon his enemies like some otherworldy being made of vengeance and possessiveness.
The guy clutching Mokuba's arm didn't even have time to blink before his nose was smashed in with a sickening crush.
Jou had hurled Mokuba to the floor, where the teen landed none too gently on his older brother, then used his own momentum to roundhouse-kick another goon out of comission.
By then, Seto and two of the bodyguards had gathered enough of their senses to draw their guns in order to back-up Jounouchi.
Which was not really necessary.
The raging blond had whirled, moved, twisted, weaved in and out amongst the kidnappers, raining blows, kicks, stabs and punches as he went; like a sick, perverted, gorey dance of violence and bloodshed.
And Seto had wept inwardly, realizing that this beautiful, bloodthristy, deadly beast of prey had willingly given itself over to him body and soul; accepting the blue-eyed brunet as its one true master and chosen mate.
Within an hour-and a half, everything had been settled; all wounded had been accustomed to the Kaiba Clinic and being operated on(Isono was still waiting for his liver transplant). One of the bodyguards had to be put in an artificial coma due to the bullet in his head, but was making a full recovery, even as two of his other collegues were let out two weeks later with a assembly of scars on their backs and sides, respectively.
Mokuba, aside of the broken arm, which had healed perfectly, had suffered only a couple of bruises. Same went for Seto, aside of the bullet-wound-turned-speck on his right calve.
A busted lip, a multitude of bruises and some cuts as well as a couple of busted knuckles where Katsuya's toll to pay.
So far, the evening had turned out not too grievous -for the Kaiba party, that is to say.
Their opponents were not...quite as lucky. Then again, what did they thought was gonna happen, when messing with the Kaiba family?~*
„Seto?“
He knocked again, a little louder, but not too.
Mokuba furrowed his brow.
He tried the door and found it unlocked.
Gently stepping inside, he cast a glance at the gigantic bed and the large mound on it.
„Nii-san? Katsu-ni?“
A breathy sigh, a small rustle, the bodies settled again.
Stealthely, the raven-haired teen slid closer, ready to avert his eyes...
It was a nest.
Comforter, sheets, cushions, pillows arranged to a make-shift fort, in which the two men lay curled up into one another, Seto's head resting on Katsuya's chest who held the brunet in a protective embrace.
It almost broke his heart knowing that they would eventually have to wake up and face the world.
Mokuba smiled, swallowed the lump in his throat and wiped at the tears stinging his eyes.
Quietly, he slipped out and shut the door closed noiselessly.
Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me,
Hoohooh stand by me
Oh stand now, stand by me, stand by me
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Yes, this is the mirror piece of the ight scene from the previous chapter. I couldn't decide on either, so I used both.
°Hatshimitsu: honey
+Wakata. Wakarimashita. Honto ni.: I get it. I understand. Honestly.
*chouhou no hito: treasure
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