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Title: Consequences, part 11
Author: studyingstones2
Pairing: Seto/Mokuba, Seto/Yuugi, Yuugi/Mokuba
Rating: R overall
Summary: 366 words.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Previous parts live in tags and memories.
Yuugi finds him in his study. Working, not unexpectedly.
"It wasn't Mokuba's fault." And Yuugi says it like he's worried about Seto's relationship with his brother.
And maybe he is.
Seto takes his time replying. "It looked to me like Mokuba was a willing participant." But that's not the point. Not the problem.
What they did together- it doesn't feel like cheating. He knows he has no real claim on either of them anyway.
No, the taste of offal in his mouth can be attributed entirely to the knowledge that (after a few years, once the age difference between them has slimmed into nothing) Yuugi could have Mokuba. Without the guilt or the shame, without despising himself for it.
Yuugi's hand is soft and undoubtedly supposed to be comforting on his arm.
It's not.
Kaiba spins his expensive office chair toward Yuugi and stands up.
There's a horrible roiling feeling in his gut- dismay and helplessness and disgust. Those two long months wasted because going away didn't mend anything and they're exactly where they were before he left. (Except now, icing on the cake, Yuugi and Mokuba are fucking.)
Two months and he still wants.
Mokuba.
The name thrums and reverberates through his head until he reels with it.
And then he's mashed his lips to Yuugi's and mashed Yuugi's body into the wall and he's efficiently divesting them both of the necessary items of clothing and shoving up into Yuugi too hard because the only other thing he can think right now is violence and he doesn't want to have to deal with blood and mangled and pain.
Instead semen and thrusting and the twisted-up sort of pleasure that satisfies no one.
Though that's not much better than blood.
Impotent- helpless to change how he feels and what he wants and even distance and time couldn't mend anything and he's never going to be free of this.
He comes with a horrible, strangled sound (torn from his throat).
"I can't-"
A while later and he's reclothed and sitting on the floor, but he can't remember dressing- or even pulling out.
Yuugi kisses him then. Gently, tenderly. On the lips, and it's almost a pardon.
Almost.
Author: studyingstones2
Pairing: Seto/Mokuba, Seto/Yuugi, Yuugi/Mokuba
Rating: R overall
Summary: 366 words.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Previous parts live in tags and memories.
Yuugi finds him in his study. Working, not unexpectedly.
"It wasn't Mokuba's fault." And Yuugi says it like he's worried about Seto's relationship with his brother.
And maybe he is.
Seto takes his time replying. "It looked to me like Mokuba was a willing participant." But that's not the point. Not the problem.
What they did together- it doesn't feel like cheating. He knows he has no real claim on either of them anyway.
No, the taste of offal in his mouth can be attributed entirely to the knowledge that (after a few years, once the age difference between them has slimmed into nothing) Yuugi could have Mokuba. Without the guilt or the shame, without despising himself for it.
Yuugi's hand is soft and undoubtedly supposed to be comforting on his arm.
It's not.
Kaiba spins his expensive office chair toward Yuugi and stands up.
There's a horrible roiling feeling in his gut- dismay and helplessness and disgust. Those two long months wasted because going away didn't mend anything and they're exactly where they were before he left. (Except now, icing on the cake, Yuugi and Mokuba are fucking.)
Two months and he still wants.
Mokuba.
The name thrums and reverberates through his head until he reels with it.
And then he's mashed his lips to Yuugi's and mashed Yuugi's body into the wall and he's efficiently divesting them both of the necessary items of clothing and shoving up into Yuugi too hard because the only other thing he can think right now is violence and he doesn't want to have to deal with blood and mangled and pain.
Instead semen and thrusting and the twisted-up sort of pleasure that satisfies no one.
Though that's not much better than blood.
Impotent- helpless to change how he feels and what he wants and even distance and time couldn't mend anything and he's never going to be free of this.
He comes with a horrible, strangled sound (torn from his throat).
"I can't-"
A while later and he's reclothed and sitting on the floor, but he can't remember dressing- or even pulling out.
Yuugi kisses him then. Gently, tenderly. On the lips, and it's almost a pardon.
Almost.