Falling To Pieces

"Well, Seto Kaiba, I almost thought you weren't going to make it." the man greeted as Kaiba let himself into the room.

Kaiba could hear music faintly in the background; he was listening to a hard rock station on his computer.

"That song..." Kaiba said softly as if to not be heard.

"Oh, this is a station out of my hometown in Canada..."

Kaiba listened closer to the lyrics. It was as though the song knew.


I'm feeling lonely, I can't breathe/ I fall to pieces, I'm falling

Fell to pieces and I'm still falling...

"Who is it?" he asked in the same soft manner.

"Uh, Velvet Revolver..."

"??"

"Fall to Pieces..."

"Not sure I care for it."

"I can change it..."

"No, no!" Kaiba said as he snapped back once the song ended and he realized what he was doing, Shit! Relax! You're here to relax, not think about him!, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be, well, rude.... and I'm sorry I'm late... I had a..."

"No need to apologize..."

Kaiba stayed by the door, almost afraid to go all the way in, "Th-thank you... I brought the drinks..."

The man noticed Kaiba's reluctance to enter so appraoched him and lead him in.

"You don't have to stand in the doorway all night you know..." he laughed and took the bag with the liquor, "Ah! Johnny Walker Blue! Of course, what was I expecting...?"

"??"

"I didn't expect you to have cheap taste..."

"E-excuse me...?"

The man laughed as it seemed Kaiba had taken his compliment wrong.

"You have very expensive taste is what I meant."

"O-oh... sorry..."

"There you go again with the apologies. I have heard the Japanese are very polite, but I didn't expect you to be a typical Japanese..."

"W-what?"

"I seem to be striking out here..."

"N-no! No, I mean... I think I know what you mean..."

"You don't know my name do you?" he changed the subject, playing with Kaiba as it were, "You didn't catch it, but then how could you have..."

"Oh, yes..."

"Scott." he introduced softly as he leaned in for a kiss and slid his hand slowly into his thighs.

Kaiba went to return the kiss, but quickly turned away and pushed his hand away.

"What's wrong? Did I really offend you that badly?" he asked with a gentle smile.

"N-no... I'm sorry... I don't think..."

"Oh, I see..."

"?!"

"You need another drink." he said as he got up to pour them each a glass.

"R-really... I don't..."

"You had some on the way here, I know." he handed the glass to him anyway, "I can smell it... very sweet."

"Thank you." he said, reluctantly taking it. He didn't realize his hands were shaking til he took the glass and the ice clanked.

"Nervous are we?" he took the drink and set it aside, "It's ok. I know better than to believe this is your first time, so there's other things bothering you..."

"..."

"My age? I'm only thirty-two..."

Kaiba stared at the floor and simply shook his head.

"Ok... my breath?" he joked, trying to lighten the mood, but Kaiba wasn't too receptive, "Oh, I know..."

"?!"

"Your lover... I'll assume a man..."

"Y-yes..."

"Hurt you?"

"..." Kaiba could feel the rage building inside him. He kept his eyes fixed on the floor and throughly covered by this thick bangs, fearing Scott would see him cry.

"Pretty badly, I see. That's why you didn't like the song..." he said sypathetically.

Taking Kaiba's chin, he turned him to face him and he could see the bright blue eyes quickly fading.

"Want me to make it better?"

Kaiba grabbed him to hug him close and began to cry into his chest.

"Ok," he said, placing a sweet kiss on Kaiba's head then moving down to his neck and throat, sweeping his hands lightly across his tear soaked cheeks, "I'll make it better." he finished, guiding Kaiba back onto the bed as he continued to massage Kaiba's neck and chest with this soft lips.

Yes, please! Help me forget!, Kaiba thought as Scott followed each button of Kaiba's shirt with kisses.

He moaned with pleasure as Scott massaged his inner thights, up and around his groin with one hand as he undid his pants with the other.

Once he had easily slid Kaiba's pants off, he sat up to get a better look.

"How could anyone hurt such a beautiful creature?" he wondered, shaking his head in disbelief as he began undressing himself.

Kaiba watched in awe and began to sweat as the suit fell off tanned, well chiseled chest, arms and abs.

G-gods... he's almost... almost like Hiro...

"Anything wrong?"

"Huh? N-No! Sorry, I..."

"It's ok..." he assured, then took Kaiba completely off guard when he took his cock, in full, into his mouth and began a full blown tongue assult.

Kaiba cried out in sheer extacy, uncontrollably arching his back and nearly ripping the sheets clear off the bed.

Yes yes yes yes yes... NO!, "STOP!" he cried just in time.

"What?! What's wrong?! I hurt you?!"

"N-no... I-I didn't want to... cum..." he said, catching his breath.

"Oh, why didn't you just say so then?" he chuckled and reached for his drink, "You ready for this?" he asked, handing Kaiba his.

"Y-yes, I think I am."

Mokuba couldn't take it anymore.

True, it had only been a few hours since Honda told him he was coming back and he did say one week, but a week was already proving to be too long; Mokuba wanted his brother back and it meant getting Honda back and getting him back NOW.

Not knowing, or even caring, where Honda was, he struck out to search.


"Honda-kun? You ok?" Miho asked, playfully flipping a small piece of napkin at him from across the table to get his attention. He was staring blankly passed her at the door to the little cafe as if planning an escape.

"Huh? Yea, I'm fine..." he answered flattly, returning the piece of napkin.

"Well, something is bothering you, you've been so distant lately..."

"Sorry..."

It wasn't that he didn't like being with her, he just didn't like "being with her".

I wonder what would happen if Seto came throught that door now..., he smiled to himself, Hmm, he wouldn't come here...

"Could you at least fill me in on the joke?"

"Huh?! Wh-what joke?!"

"Well, it's just, everyone acts so funny around me..."

"How's that?"

"I don't know... and the one I really can't figure out is Kai..."

Just as she was about to finish, Mokuba came flying through the door.

"Honda! Please..." he interrupted, "Please..."

"Um, Honda-kun, isn't he Kai..."

"What is it Mokuba?! What's wro..."

"Please, ya gotta come with me! Now!"

"I-I don't think..."

"Honda-kun, what's going on...?!" Miho felt lost before, but now was more lost than ever, "This is Kaiba-kun's broth..."

Honda slid his eyes back and forth between the confused Miho and the frightened, visibly upset little brother of the one he loves.

Gods, what do I do?!

"Please, Honda..." he begged, "Please! Quickly!"

"Honda-k..."

"I'm sorry, Ribbon, I'll explain, I promise." he said as he jumped from their booth and ran out the door, leaving Miho in a stupor.

What is going on around here?!

"What's going on, Mokuba? Something happen? And what happened to your eye?" he asked as he entered the limo.

Mokuba was busy fighting back tears. He was terrified of telling Honda what he thought was going on, fearing he would change his mind about coming back.

What am I doing?! He'll hate Seto now for sure!, "He... he's..."

"'He's, he's', he's what Mokuba?! He hurt? Sick? Wh..."

"He's with someone... and he's drunk..."

"?!?!"

"I know, Honda, I know all about what he used to do..."

"I-I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

"And I know he's drunk, he wouldn't have hit me otherwise..."

"He... shit... he's falling again..."

"Honda, please stop him! If it's not too late..."

"How do you know where he is?"

"I saw the hotel room key and he got angry... that's the other part of why he hit me..."

Honda's heart stopped with the limo infront of the hotel.

He couldn't tell if what he was feeling was anger, hatred, or fear.

"Mokuba... I don't know if I can..."

"Please! He loves you, I know he does! He doesn't want to do this, please..."

Honda caught the desparate, tear filled wide eyes of the little boy from the corner of his and knew right away what the feeling was; anger, hate and fear.

"This shouldn't take long. What room number?"

"Thank you, Honda, thank you so much!" he sobbed and dove into Honda's chest, "Room sixteen-fifty-one."

In what was becoming a blind rage he stormed into the hotel and straight for an elevator.

When the doors opened to the floor, he went straight for the room.

Without a second thought he knocked and stepped aside so to not be seen through the peep hole.

Who ever answered the door was surely in for it; he didn't care who answered; man, woman, or even Kaiba; someone was going to get his rage in their face, and he planned to make it painful.

By this time, both occupants were in drunken stupors on the bed, the floor... the balcony.

Kaiba was feeling no pain as Scott continued to fill what became known as the bottomless glass.

The were entagled in the sheets when they heard the knocking.

"Who in the hell could that be?! It's... what time is it?" Scott giggled.

"The hell should I know?" Kaiba quickly answered, trying to get back to business.

Knock, knock, knock

"Shit! It could be my associate..."

"That annoying woman that wouldn't shut up?"

"Y-yea," he laughed, "She is annoying, isn't she?" he slurred.

Knock, knock, knock

"Damn it! Answer it already!" Kaiba laughed, pushing Scott off the bed.

"Oh, damn..."

"What?"

"I can't feel my legs!" he laughed as he struggled to stand and answer the door, "Coming, coming!"

"In more ways than one!" Kaiba yelled behind him.

"Shush, you evil boy!" he jokingly scolded as he opened the door, "Yes? May I help you?"

"Yea, you can." Honda said calmly before putting his fist into Scott's face, knocking him out cold with just the one blow, "Thanks, you helped. I feel better."

He looked up to find Kaiba on the floor, wrapped in the sheets and pale with shock... and near alcohol poisoning.

Honda stepped over the man, thoughtlessly giving him a little kick to the side, and stood over Kaiba, staring him down.

"Wh-what?" Kaiba stammered, shrinking further into the sheets.

Honda didn't respond, he just continued to stare Kaiba into the floor below.

"Say... say something?"

Nothing.

"Wh-what the hell do you care anyway?! You... you're with someone else..."

Nothing.

At this point Kaiba was now in tears, yet it still did nothing to get a response from Honda.

"P-please... an-anything... say... anything!" he sobbed and hugged Honda's legs.

Honda showed no emotion and remained silent as he helped Kaiba up to dress him.

Taking the hint, as best a drunk could, Kaiba shut up as well and did as Honda guided.

"This is just how Mokuba needs to see his big brother. Some example." was all Honda said the entire way to the limo.

Kaiba had passed out form a combination of alcohol and tears on the way home.

Honda carried him to his room and stayed by his side.

What the hell am I doing?!, he wondered, not sure if it was a good idea for him to stay or not.

I don't want Mokuba to have to take care of him, there's not telling how he's going to be when he wakes up.

It was pushing three am when Kaiba finally stirred.

"Ow... shit..." he tried to get up to make it to the bathroom to get sick, but couldn't feel his legs. All he could feel was his stomach turning.

Honda noticed him turning green and knew right away and offered to help.

"Come on, let's get you into the bathroom..."

"Hi... Hir...?"

"Yea, it's me." he said as he carried him to the bathroom, "Here ya go. Get sick." he said coldly as he turned away when it seemed Kaiba's stomach took the que.

"This so serves you right." he scolded, trying to block out the sound of his heaving, "And don't you even blame me for this! You told me you dumped it all out... or did what's his face, if he still has a face, give it to you?"

He pretended to wait for a response, knowing all he was going to get was Kaiba's heaving.

"Yea, that's what I thought."

"I-I... I think... I'm done..."

"You sure?"

Kaiba sat up only to end up falling back against the tub, still unable to stand.

"Yea, you're done."

"I-I'm... I'm sorry..." Kaiba choked.

"Don't give me that shit." Honda said as he picked him up, fully clothed, and placed him in the tub, "I don't know why you'd be sorry..." he said as he turned on the cold water causing Kaiba to jump and kick about in shock.

"AH! AHH! SH-SHIT!" he cried.

"I'm not sorry." he laughed as he watched him flayal about under the rush of cold water.

When Kaiba began to shiver, Honda took pitty and helped him out to clean up.

"I-I am... I am sorry."

"Yea, yea."

Honda sat next to him on the bed and helped him dry his hair.

Kaiba couldn't help wondering why the sudden kindness, he was so confused and it wasn't like he was in a condition to think straight anyway and began to sob uncontrolably.

"Hey, it's ok." Honda assured, taking him into a strong embrace allowing for him to cry on his shoulder.

Honda positioned them onto the bed so Kaiba could burry himself into his chest and continue to cry himself to sleep.

Honda had nothing else to say; having him snuggled into his chest and in his arms it was clear this was were Honda belonged.

"I love you so much," he said sweetly into his sleeping lover's ear, "I'm home, sleeping beauty."