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Overexerted to my Delusion	By : tiarakc Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2758 -:- 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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Summary: A stressed and overworked CEO believes that he is losing his mind when Joey is all he can think about in crude and unusual day dreams. To give Seto some piece of mind, rebel Joey introduces him to an illegal drug that would help calm the overexerted business tycoon. What was supposed to be a quick fix, turns into an addiction that leads the success to crumble under pressure to protect business, education, and his little brother. Can Joey's evolving attraction and guilt turn the other around, or has Seto's life finally reached breaking point?

Can I just say that adultfanfiction has the WORSE uploading application. This has seriously been my 5th or 6th time trying.

Anyway...I want to say that I have been working on and off on this story for a little over a year and I hope that it shows that I'm not bullshitting on this. I want to mention that this is HEAVILY mature and there are sexual situations, heavy drug abuse, and heavy coarse language. I'm not the greatest writer, but I tried. More warnings below:

Warnings: MATURE. YAOI. (Seto/Joey Joey/Seto and mentions of Joey/Tristan) A bit AU, illegal drug use, underage drinking, and graphic sexual situations. Tried to keep character, but failed on some parts (okay, on most parts).

And yes, I know...I don't indent. It just looks better to me sometimes. If this is a problem, I'll gladly change, but this is fiction and I'm not getting paid for it, so I'm not too concerned.

Sometimes I wish for falling
Wish for the release
Wish for falling through the air

To give me some relief

Because falling's not the problem

When I'm falling I'm in peace

It's only when I hit the ground

It causes all the grief

-Florence and the Machine, Falling

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Here I stood.

The wind was cool on my face as I looked down off of the bridge into the murky waters below.

Why was I contemplating this?

Never had I thought before that I would be one to consider suicide, but everything was falling apart. I was losing everything and everyone. My business was collapsing beneath me with nothing to hold me up. Mokuba was leaving. Not so much word for word, but he said that I had some issues to work out.

What did my brother know? He was a mere child.

I don’t hold myself responsible for this ending. He ruined everything for me. That bastard and his shit morals and values that he tried to persuade me with.

Why was I doing this?

I am so much stronger than this. I’m better than this. Maybe I can change something. Maybe I can still survive. I can be perfect again. Everything can go back to the way it was and it would be okay.

Wouldn’t it?

Can it?

Do I want it to?

My heart raced as I watched the waves hitting wildly against each other.

“-So I’m guessing this is the part where I give you some bullshit about how you’re life is too precious to waste? How everything doesn’t have to be ended so short?”

I turned the voice behind him. There he was leaning against one of the pillars coolly smoking a cigarette.

“You’re better than this Seto.”

“You’re dead.”

“Nah…I could never die.” His lips upturned into a cocky grin and I wanted to push him off the bridge.

“My brain is fucking with me. I know you’re dead. I was there. You had no pulse. I checked.”

“Oh, you mean cause of this?” He pointed at his stomach and I watched as a lonely stab wound appeared under the light of the lamp post. I watched as the blood seeped through his shirt and slowly creep from the wounds. Then my eyes lowered to the knife that was protruding from his abdomen. “You did a dirty job, Seto.” He tutted mockingly as he looked down at himself. “What are the cops going to say when they see me laying dead in your kitchen chair asshole?!”

“Stop it! This is your fault!”

“My fault?!” He laughed loudly. “You have some issues that you need to sort out.”

I ignored him. I just wanted everything back to normal. I wanted my brother back. I wanted my company to strive as it once had done before I had those fucking dirty dealings with the blonde piece of street trash that stood behind me.

“Is that how you think of me? “Blonde piece of street trash”?” He smirked. “You’re going to have to come up with something better than that. I gave you some of the best orgasms you ever experienced in your boring ass life. Before you met me you had nothing, Seto. Do you hear me, NOTHING!”

“I had Mokuba.”

“You’re brother hated you! You gave him a life of loneliness. Which is just pathetic because you were the last person that was suppose to give him such a thing. He didn’t deserve it Seto. He didn’t deserve pain.”

My throat began to tingle as I could feel emotions of pain bringing tears. He was the only person that I had allowed to see me cry. Not even Mokuba knew that I could even do such a thing. I wanted to be strong for him. I wanted everything for him.

“How could you murder someone who loved you?”

I shook my head. “You didn’t! You insist that I’m the one spewing bullshit, but it is you!”

“Oh great job, Seto!” He clapped as he walked towards me. “Way to play the victim! You should win a fucking award.”

I had to get away from this psychopath. I walked further down the bridge the sound my feet against the wood. I should just jump over. Would that get rid of him? Would that stop him from coming back?

“I think you should do it, babe.”

I stopped in my track as I saw him standing in front of me, my heart in my throat.

“Show the world the real you Seto. Show them the coward that you really are.”

“Fuck you.”

“Again? Jump over bridge and you maybe able to get the chance.”

“This is not a joke you prick.”

“I never said it was.” He looked into my eyes. “I miss you.”

I went around him making my way further down the bridge.

I was losing my mind with or without the help of Joey.

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Everyday was the same thing.

Work.

Eat.

Sleep.

For years the young CEO had been doing the same thing over and over. He believed he didn’t need change. Everything was perfect and in order and it was the way he preferred it. He lived lavishly as a fine gentleman, as he should, head of a company that did better than most others that were run by dying old men. He was well known and it didn’t matter whether he was well liked; he was rich. If he wanted love, he could buy it.

He showered in the morning beneath lukewarm water. It massaged his tense body relaxing him, which was a rarity. There wasn’t a time he didn’t feel the need to relax, it was just that he couldn’t. There were just not enough hours in a day.

He dressed to impress in a white button down shirt and black slacks. With his hair neatly combed, he made his way down stairs to the kitchen fixing his cuffs.

“Good morning big brother!” Mokuba greeted happily as he sat at the table eating a bowl of cereal over a comic book.

“Good morning Mokuba.”

“I made your coffee for you.”

“Thank you.” He poured himself a cup and made his way over to sit next to Mokuba. “What are you reading?”

“Captain Blastroid. He’s getting ready to battle the Toxic Terminator.”

Seto shook his head. He never had a chance to get into comic books as a child. Instead he was working to what he was today: The best, but one thing he loved was how his brother was able to experience his innocence. He was glad that his brother didn’t have to miss out on any of his childhood.

“You know that I won't be coming to pick you up today, right?”

“Yup. Roland already told me last night before he went home. He said he was coming to pick us up a little early today because he has to run some errands.”

Seto nodded taking a sip of his coffee.

“Seto, how can you drink that all the time?” Mokuba questioned.

Seto shrugged. “You get used to it.”

“Taste like dirt.” Mokuba took a spoonful of sugary cereal chewing loudly.

“Mmh. Mokuba, clean up your breakfast and get ready to leave.”

“Yes Seto.”

Roland dropped off Mokuba at school and then Seto at his high school. He had informed his boss that he would be back after school to pick him up and take him to the office. Seto nodded in understanding and stepped out of the car staring up at the school building with disdain. He was so glad that he was going to be leaving this building in a couple of months. He was now in his last year and soon he would be able to leave the ivory colored walls and never come back.

He didn’t want to remember anybody. He didn’t want to remember any experience he had (or lack thereof) at the pitiful excuse for a school. It seemed his brain worked ten times faster than the losers that walked in and out of the building everyday with their smiles on their faces and there stupid inane babble about the opposite sex.

He walked inside of the school and made his way to his class to sit for homeroom. Sitting in the classroom was one of the few people that Seto really despised:

Joey Wheeler.

He sat there with that stupid as grin as he talked to his asshole instigating friend, Tristan.

He didn’t keep eye contact with the other two for too long, though he did find it weird for Joey to actually be on time. Any other time he was running into the classroom, breathing heavy as if he was about collapse any second looking ragged and disheveled. How could anyone walk out the house looking lumpy, frumpy and downright dumpy? Didn’t the other have any shame?

He took his seat and waited for everyone else and the teacher to arrive. His eyes wandered as he tried to focus on something else.

Why did he have to waste his time with this foolishness?

“See something you like Kaiba?”

Seto focused on Joey who was looking over his shoulder with a smirk on his lips. Had Seto been staring at Joey that long and hadn’t realized it?

“Trust me. You don’t have anything to worry about. I’m not desperate.”

“Then there are prostitutes that line the district just about every night to help you out with your problem.”

“Why don’t you just shut up?”

“Geez…someone pissed your coffee good sir?”

“Fuck you.” Seto mumbled rolling his eyes. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked to the front of the classroom.

When Joey turned back around and started whispering to Tristan, Seto knew they were talking about him. Why they said anything about him, Seto didn't know, but apparently it seemed they were infatuated with him somehow.

Seto just wanted this class to be over so he could go to his office and get some work done.

When classes had ended for the day and Seto made his way to his locker, Joey had been standing beside waiting nonchalantly for the other. Seto couldn't believe this. What did Wheeler want?

"What?" Seto asked annoyed more than ever at the other's presence.

"I was wondering what you were doing after school."

"Like its any of your business?" Seto shoved a book inside the locker.

Joey laughed.

"I was just trying to be nice. I wanted to interest you into something since we all know you work all the time. Just from constant complaints and outbursts."

"Like what?"

"You're so uptight and you seem so stressed all the time. Its just something to help you relax. To help you release some tension."

Seto slammed his locker shut and looked at Joey.

"Seriously, Wheeler, I don't have time to deal with you or anybody else in this school. Here's a tip: you and your friends stop trying to get me to join the friendship parade. I have more important shit to deal with."

Joey stood there with a small smile on his face that Seto took for smugness.

"Don't bother me again." Seto added before storming past Joey, sure to slam his shoulder into the other as he made his way out the door and to the entrance of the school. As he walked to the car that awaited him with Roland in the driver's seat, he saw Tristan staring at him with narrowing eyes as he smoked a cigarette. Seto brushed the eerie look off as he got into the car.

"How was your day, Mr. Kaiba?"

"The usual."

"Any stops before I take you to Kaiba Corp, sir?"

"No Roland. Just straight."

Seto looked out the back window to see if Tristan was still staring. The other was too preoccupied with his arms wrapped around Joey.

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Work was uneventful except for the usual and was less busy than what he thought it would be. Of course, he thought there was nothing he couldn't handle since the other had accomplished so much at such a young age.

Before he knew it, it was almost nine and it was time to head home. He knew Mokuba would be there waiting for his brother to come in the door. Mokuba would have already eaten dinner and hopefully done his homework, so Seto could tuck him in and say goodnight. Seto knew that it was unfortunate that he couldn't spend time with his little brother. Mokuba had had his share of disappointment when it came to quality time. From cancelled appointments made to go somewhere special to late nights that Seto had to spend at the office , arriving home late and finding Mokuba already in bed and asleep. Yet it seemed Mokuba forgave him. He would be upset the next morning, but he would was always happier the very same day when he got out of school to see Seto. Sometimes he would even have Roland drop him off at the office, just so he could visit and talk with him.

If Seto didn't love anyone else in the world, Mokuba was the exception.

Though the time couldn't be spent face to face, Seto would take at least a few minutes out his busy schedule to say hello and to make sure Mokuba got into the house safely, ate a quick snack, and did his homework. Just today he had the pleasure of listening to Mokuba describe what grotesque cuisine they dared serve in the cafeteria.

He walked into the house dropping his briefcase at the door and hanging his coat up on the rack.

Mokuba zoomed into the room jumping onto Seto, who barely got a hold of him.

"One of these days, I'm going to miss." Seto said.

"I'm glad you're home. I watched a little bit of television to pass the time. I waited until you could eat with me."

"What have I told you about doing that?" He frowned disappointingly putting Mokuba to his feet.

"I know, but I haven't did it in a while so I figured you wouldn't be as mad if I did it today."

Seto shook his head and made his way into the kitchen to prepare both him and Mokuba a plate to eat.

After dinner, Mokuba cleaned up and got ready for bed, finally. Seto kissed his brother's forehead in goodnight, before shutting off lights and making his way out of the room and to his own. He took a quick detour to his study and settled in his seat in front of his laptop that was placed on his desk.

He first looked at his e-mail, searching the many of unread. Then suddenly, one caught his eye. Seto opened the email and an image of a video waiting for Seto to push play popped up. He couldn't see what the video was possibly about, but it still had that same title above:

You need to relax

He pushed play and waited for it to load. The sounds of moans filled the quietness in the room and he watched on the screen as images of him sitting on the edge of a bed with blond head between his legs. The back of that blonde head was all too familiar. Did the fucker really pull something like this? Hire a spitting image of Seto and record these lewd acts?

He watched next as "his twin" was instructed to lay back on the bed with his head at the top of the bed, his legs separated further to the eyes of the other. He could hear himself say something to the other, but it was barely audible. Until the other male told him to say it louder.

"Fuck me."

Seto exited out the video at once. He was now beyond pissed that Joey would stoop so low. What the fuck was he playing at?

He shut close the laptop without shutting it down and made his way to bed. He would deal with the blonds’ fuckery in the morning. As soon as he hit the bed he was out like a light, though the images of him and certain somebody, danced behind closed eyes.

"Shit!" Seto thought as first woke up. Between his legs was that painful reminder of what the hell happened the night before.

"-Seto! Good morning!" Mokuba sang as he ran into his older brother's room.

Seto had to quickly cover his bottom half to hide his arousal from his little brother. He didn't feel like explaining anything this early in the morning. At Mokuba’s age, they'd ask just about anything.

"Mokuba. What do I owe the pleasure of having you burst so early into my room?"

"Nothing. I was just tired of waiting for you to come down. Coffee's getting cold."

"Well, thank you very much Mokuba, but right now I need a moment of privacy. Just give me about a few minutes until I get ready?" Seto swallowed. "Please?"

"Sure." Mokuba laughed. "See ya in a bit."

After a cold shower and cold coffee, Seto managed to get dress and be in the car on time. Roland dropped off Mokuba, as usual, and Seto was then taken to school.

On his way to school, he spotted Joey walking casually to school, earbuds in his ear.

"Roland, stop the car."

"Sir, you'll be late."

"Just stop the car! The business I have to attend to now is far more important."

Roland did as he was demanded and Seto got out making his way to the blond. He saw Joey lift his head seeing him nearer and a smile appeared on the other's face.

"What a pleasure, sunshine." Joey grinned.

"What the fuck do you think you're playing at Wheeler?" He tried to keep his voice down to a minimum in case any bystanders were around, though the attitude was still there. "Did you think sending me that shit last night was funny?"

"What the hell are you talking about Kaiba?" Joey looked befuddled.

"Do I really need to explain that disgusting video you sent me? I know you and your friend Tristan do some sick shit, but to hire some low class animal that looks like me to fulfill your sick fantasies is well beyond me."

"You're fucking delusional, Kaiba. I didn't send you anything."

"Just don't do it again!" Seto said as he walked off.

"I didn't do anything to begin with!"

He heard Joey shout behind him, but he completely ignored the other. He hopped into his car and Roland sped off to school.

He was late and so was Joey, which meant both had to spend detention with one another.

Seto's day could only get worse.

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As soon as he hit the door of detention hall, he was exhausted from the school work he did all day. He had went to bed a little early, the night before, but that didn't excuse the rest of the nights that passed.

Joey was already sitting in a seat, his head bouncing up and down to whatever was coming through the speakers of the headphones. There had been four other students: a girl with long dark hair and dark eye makeup who looked as though she kill anyone who talked to her and another boy who was reading a book silently to himself.

Seto took a seat to the back of the classroom and waited for this dreary day to be over.

Seto didn't know when he had drifted off to sleep, but he awoke to only himself and Joey in the room. Joey was sitting at the main desk in the front of the class, reared back in the chair, feet propped up onto the desk.

"Where is everyone?"

"Gone." Joey said in a monotone.

"Why the hell didn't you wake me? What time is it?"

"A little past 10."

"What?!" Seto jumped out of his seat, grabbed and rushed to the door, trying to open it. It was locked for some strange reason or another, irritating Seto more. "Open the door Wheeler."

"I can't do anything, Seto. Its locked from the outside. They figured me and you needed some alone time together."

"Open the door, Wheeler." His slow demand was underlined with a threatening tone.

"I already told you," Joey turned to face him in the swivel chair. "We can't leave."

"This is not funny. I have real business to deal with."

"You're going to worry yourself into a hole, babe." Joey smirked standing from the chair and leaning against the edge of the desk. "So what's this about me fulfilling a sexual fantasy?"

"I don't have time for this!"

"You have plenty of time now that you can't leave." Joey slowly got off the desk and walked over to Seto until they were standing, but a few centimeters from each other. His hand gently touched Seto's, which held his briefcase in hand. "Stay a little and get comfortable. It's going to be a long night." He whispered against lips, brushing ever so lightly.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing, Wheeler?" He said lowly. "You have three seconds to get across the room and away from me."

"Or what?" Joey paused. "If you really wanted me away from you, I'd be across the room already. We're at five seconds."

Seto walked away slamming his briefcase onto a desk. He began to search his pockets to find his phone missing.

"Looking for this?" Joey said looking at the screen of the small cell phone. "Mokuba called three times and Roland called twice. Mmm, he sounds hot." Joey grinned.

"Give me my phone back." He said walking over to Joey to retrieve his phone. Even if he had to kill the other that stood before him, he wanted it back. How dare the other even touch his personal property?

Before he could reach Joey, the phone was thrown across the room against an adjacent wall and shattered to pieces to the ground.

Seto grabbed the Joey by his shoulders and slammed his back against the blackboard.

" "Low class animal?" You sure that wasn't you in the video?"

"You are pushing me-"

"Shall I suck you off now, or later?" Joey said grabbing Seto's clothed groin between his grip. Seto released a moan trying to pull away, but nimble fingers of the blond traveled into his slacks gripping the growing flesh in hand. "I think someone wants it now."

"-YO!"

Seto jumped in his seat, looking around. Standing next him was Joey. Seto stood up grabbing his bag and backing away.

"Get away from me."

"Okay." Joey said holding his hands up in surrender. "I just wanted to tell you Mr. Hill had to go. Wife had a bad reaction to some food or some shit. I don't know."

"How long was I sleep?"

"About 5 minutes."

Seto looked around the classroom to find it empty and the door, wide open. He wasn't dreaming anymore, thankfully.

"You okay? You're looking a little pale, Kaiba."

"I'm fine." He said quickly before exiting the classroom.

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When Seto got to his office, he pulled out his laptop quickly to search for the video he had watched last night. He knew for sure that it would Joey as the blonde, but when he re-watched the video he learned, not only was it not Joey, but it was neither him. It was just a shit piece of spam.

What the hell was his mind playing at? He could have sworn the night before it had been him and Joey and very compromising positions, his body at the submission beneath that subhuman Wheeler. Now, the images that flashed were apart of a sleazy porno of two strangers getting off.

Why did his mind trick him so cruelly?
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