Criminal Justice

Title: Criminal Justice
(From the RPG, "The Kamakiri Group")
Authors: Kleptomaniac Can Opener and SilverFoxfire
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Honda x Jou, Haga x Ryuuzaki, Seto x Yami x Yugi, various others
Disclaimer: Kazuki Takahashi owns Yugi-Oh, but the Kamakiri universe belongs to KCO and SF. Bad touch and you'll be punished by the power of the moon!

Summary: The Domino Yakuza, the Kamakiri, are about to have their hands full with more than anything the small group has ever expected! Why are the big time Tokyo Yakuza, the Storm Dragons, watching the unfolding events, and why does so much of it revolved around the second-in-command of a local street gang?

~*Part 2*~

Yami slipped in after Seto. "Tell me what's on your mind, Kaiba."
Seto leaned against the seat and stared forward at the reflection of himself in the mirror separating the cab. "My -father's- expression when I report to him which side won. And who came in the middle of the fight to assist."
Yami pulled off his tie. "I see. What else?"
Seto watched himself silently before he fell on his side, head on Yami's lap. "I don't feel like enduring his punishments tonight. He won't be satisfied with the knowledge that the Jounouchi line is still alive..."
Yami ran a hand through Seto's hair. "I will tell him, Kaiba. I will take the punishments."
"No. Just beat him to it. He won't be content using me if someone else does it," he murmured, curling closer.
Yami sighed. "Very well, Kaiba. It is the least I can do...Yugi and I owe you everything."
Seto closed his eyes and let Yami's fingers slide through his hair. "Not now.... I don't want Mokuba or Yugi to see it."
It wasn't often when Seto would vanish from sight of the other two; often Yami was the only liaison between them. Gozaburo's punishments were harsh and slow, and often left Seto bedridden for several days.

Silence weighed down on them as a tangible force, then the car carrying Mokuba and Yugi took a different street from their own. No doubt Mokuba wanted to do some last minute shopping before heading back to Tokyo.

Seto closed his eyes and pressed his cheek closer to Yami's warm thigh. "All I'll endure is a beating tonight," he murmured, "so long as you stake your claim to me first."
"I will." Slim fingers traced over Seto's sharp features. "I will let you taste heaven, before you must face his hell."
"Mm." Seto nuzzled slowly at him, his hand coming to rest on his knee. "You are the only one... you know that, don't you?" He shifted to kneel on the floor of the limo, gently pressing Yami's thighs apart. He bent his head to nuzzle lightly at the button on his trousers.
"I know," he answered softly. "And I am honored." Yami continued to gently run his fingers through Seto's hair.

Seto's fingers came to open the trousers, urging them open with gentle insistence "Yami..." Yami helped him get his pants open. He pulled his length out for him. Seto bowed his head and opened his mouth, drawing the tip in, his tongue slipping against the slit of his cock.
Yami moaned and felt his cock stiffen. "Seto..."
Seto kept his eyes open as he serviced Yami, watching his face as he did so. When he became blushed with pleasure, it made Seto's heart pound harder, eager to see more of it.

Yami arched against the seat, his hands dug into the expensive holstery. "Setooo...aa..."
Seto's right hand slid up over Yami's left thigh and underneath his shirt, they traced over the tattoo that curled around his ribs, knowing each curve by memory. The tri-colored man moaned and shivered with need. Seto drew back from him, Yami's rod glistening with precum and saliva. He sat back on his heels and opened his own suit, shrugging it off of his body. He revealed the full-body tattoo that covered him, from shoulder to elbow, torso and back, from hip to knee. White storm dragons twisted over his skin, accompanied by the gods of Wind and Lightning. He looked up to Yami and leaned back against the other seat. "Yami... Comfort my heart and show me heaven before my descent..."
"Ah." Yami slipped out of the rest of his suit, exposing his tattoos. The Eye of Horus stared from his slim chest from the top of a great Pyramid. On his back a mighty Sphinx roared and lashed out amid swirling sands and more pyramids in the distance, the sun blazing brightly.

Yami crawled over to Seto and settled himself between his legs. "I will give you wings, so you may never truly fall."
Seto shifted and wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him closer to his body. "Don't worry about prep. His attacks will come softer if he knows it wasn't all pleasure..." He buried his face between his neck and shoulder, kissing the firm flesh there. He slid his legs over Yami's thighs and arched, granting him access to his body. "Bring me with you," he moaned softly against him.
"Ah." Yami settled his hands beneath Seto's thighs and held him still as he pressed the head of his wet cock against his tight entrance.

Seto grunted softly, he wasn't a skilled bottom and could never force himself to relax. He merely distracted himself with Yami's neck, opening his mouth and sucking on it as he shifted closer, encouraging him inside. Yami massaged his thighs as he pushed further in, trying to help Seto relax.
Seto's breath caught in his throat a bit. He could never get used to the sensation of something going *up* his ass. He held closer and tightened his thighs around Yami's hips. "Faster... I don't like drawing this out..." he whispered, referring to the actual beginnings of the act.
Yami nodded and slammed the rest of the way in. "Nnh..."

"Ah..ahhha...!" Seto gave a hard shudder as he held more firmly onto him. "Ngh... Yami..." He tangled his fingers into the colored locks and crushed his mouth to his, moaning into him. "Just like that..."
Yami held him firmly and slowly pulled out before thrusting back inside. "Ah!"
Seto grunted as he began to move, his kisses becoming more impassioned as they traveled to his shoulder, his tongue tracing over the top of a pyramid. "Deeper... Put it deeper... Ngh..."
Yami grunted and shifted their positions so Seto was on his lap. He slammed into him hard and deep. "Seto!"
Seto moaned loudly as he began to respond to him, thrusting down as he bucked upward. He tangled his fingers into Yami's hair as he threw his own head back, his cock coming to life between their bodies. He drew Yami's mouth to his neck and panted. "Bruise me, Yami... I won't break beneath your hands... Ngh!"
Yami latched onto his neck and sucked hard. He held him harder, his fingers may leave bruises as well.
Seto groaned and began to quake around him, holding him tightly. "Yami...!" His stamina broke as he spurted between them, stimulated by the press of their bodies, and the violent stimulation to his prostate.
"Aah! Seto!" His hips pounded into him as Seto's body gripped his shaft and milked his climax. "Yaa!"

Seto grunted softly as he held closer to him, moaning a bit. "Thank you... Heaven is definitely much nicer with you in it..."
"My heaven is only possible because of you."
That brought a small smile to Seto's face, making him curl protectively around him. "Mm... I don't want to leave this position..."
Yami chuckled. "In five minutes you will not appreciate it so much." He brushed their lips together.
"Mm. I'm not so quick to forget the joys of semen-glue," he murmured, kissing him back. He shifted after a moment to pull off of him. "Ahn... It will save me quite a bit," he said softly.

Yami reached into a side compartment and pulled out some wet wipes and tissues. "Just say the word, Seto..."
"No word that I can give," he said as he pulled on his clothing again, not bothering to clean himself. It would keep his 'Father' at bay. "No matter how much I wish to utter it."
Yami stared into Seto's eyes. "We could do it. Yugi and I are talented, that's why you chose us to be by your side. We're strong enough to take him and his men."
Seto chuckled softly as he reached out to pull him closer. "I cannot allow that... Because before he could die, he would have Mokuba killed." his jaw twitched. "He's done something to guarantee it if his life is ever threatened. Punishment, you see..."

The smaller man pulled his pants back on after cleaning up. "What has he told you, Kaiba?"
"A biomechanical chip’s inside of him. It will release toxins into his system if it's tampered with, removed, or triggered. I've never been able to examine him without him getting suspicious of me. He doesn't know about it... and I don't want him to," he stated clearly, looking to him seriously.
Yami frowned. "Why have you not told us before now?"
Seto chuckled mirthlessly. "Because I don't want either of you letting him know about it either. He picks up on things I don't think he will... If anyone pays more attention to him than normal, he'll get suspicious and he'll start looking. I don't want that.
"You do not give us enough credit." He pulled on his shirt and buttoned it quickly before wrapping on his tie. "We will be arriving shortly. Are you...prepared?"
"I am," he said, pulling Yami in for a quick kiss. "All of the credit one can have is yours... but fears greatly outweigh my reason."

~~~

"Insolent wretch!" Gozaburo's fist came down on Seto's jaw, throwing him down. "You let him walk away?!"
Seto grunted as he pulled himself up, the fourth time in ten minutes time. "I had no reason to hold him, Father."
The man snarled at him and seized Seto by his lapels, spinning then throwing him into the wall. "Idiot! If he is trained to become a Yakuza, do you know who he's coming after?! Do you!?"
~Hopefully you,~ Seto thought bitterly as he tried to gain his breath back. "No, Father."
Gozaburo's lip curled in an ugly sneer as he fisted a thick hand in son’s hair, yanking him onto his toes. "I'll teach you to think terrible thoughts about your loving father, Seto..."


Seto stumbled out of Gozaburo’s office, his suit ripped in several places, his face bruised and decorated with blood, bile, and semen. He made it barely to the end of the hall before he collapsed, feeling pain rip through his body from every part of him; every secret place. He hadn't been fucked this time, thankfully... Gozaburo hated to touch other men's leavings. But it hadn't stopped him from using the bottles or anything else that he felt would justly teach Seto the error of his ways. He fumbled in his pockets for his cell, praying that it hadn't been removed. He found it soon enough, and speed-dialed his beloved bodyguard. "Yami... help me..." he rasped, his voice scraped raw by Gozaburo's violent cock. "East wing..."

Not a minute passed before Seto heard Yami's familiar footsteps. "Seto..." He knelt down and quickly checked his master over for his injuries before he cradled the taller man in his arms.
Seto grunted as he was moved, letting himself be carried. He leaned into his body and closed his eyes, murmuring, "better than I thought it would be today... he must have been distracted..." He laid his head on Yami's shoulder and breathed through his bloodied nose, trying to catch Yami's comforting scent.

Yami quickly made his way to Seto's private rooms. "Should I call the doctor?"
"No... he didn't use anything particularly sharp today... only a few bruised bones," he murmured, letting his eyes slip completely shut. They'd be swollen tomorrow, even when he got some ice on his face.
"Ah..."

They reached Seto's chambers soon enough. Yami laid Seto out on his bed. The customized first aid kit was already on the bedside table, ready to be put to use. "Are you sure nothing feels broken? Are you torn?"
"Nothing broken, and no more than usual..." he mumbled, voice softening. "Concussion, though..." He was forcing himself to stay awake as he laid on the bed, his fingers moving to start taking his shirt and jacket off, squirming a bit.

"Don't, allow me. Tell me your full name." Yami carefully undressed Seto and began to clean him.
"My name is Aoirai Seto. I am 20 years old. I have one family member named Mokuba..." he murmured, keeping his eyes open.
"What day is it?" He carefully applied iodine to a few lacerations.
That question made Seto frown. "It's... Monday...?"
"Think carefully, Seto. What day is it? What have you been doing?"
The brunet tried to think back to the last positive date he remembered. "I was working on new security... measures. Virus was in the system... It said... It’s Wednesday," he groaned a bit.
"You can still think. That's good. My full name?"
"Muto ‘Pharaoh’ Yami, who belongs to me," he purred lightly.
Yami chuckled. "Yes, I do. Who else belongs to you?"
"Muto ‘Magician’ Yugi, who I have joint custody of with Mokuba and you." He started drifting off again.
"Correct." Yami began to wrap Seto's wounds with clean gauze. "What is the name of your sister?"
"Jounouchi Shizuka," he answered softly, wincing as his body was cared for.
"I believe it's safe to say there's no extensive damage mentally. How are you feeling overall?"
"Like I've been run over by a truck," he breathed. "Stay with me."
"I will." When he finished cleaning and bandaging him, Yami sat on the edge of the bed and gently petted his hand through Seto's hair.

Seto's breathing began to even out as he slipped into sleep, relaxing against the blankets underneath Yami's gentle hands. There was a soft knock at the door, someone being careful not to wake Seto and quiet enough that it could be ignored if Yami and Seto were... busy.
Yami covered Seto with his silk sheets and tucked him in. "Come in."
Mokuba crept in quietly, a somber look on his face. He looked toward his brother, catching the beginnings of bad bruises. "Is he sleeping?" he whispered softly, not wanting to wake Seto.
Yami nodded and gave Mokuba and Yugi, who tiptoed in afterwards, a reassuring smile. "He'll feel sore for a short while, but he's okay."
"Are you sure?" Yugi's wide eyes were on Seto, full of worry.
"I am."
Mokuba was watching him quietly before he closed his eyes and sighed. "I'll be back. Please watch over my brother." He turned and walked out of the room without waiting for an answer.

Yami held his arms out to Yugi, who immediately went to him to be held. "Everything will be fine, my hikari." Yami teased long fingers through his brother's hair and massaged his scalp.
Yugi cuddled Yami as they sat on the bed to watch over Seto. "Will Mokuba be all right...?"
"He's a bright boy. He will be fine, little light." Yami brushed their lips together to help reassure him.
"I'm worried, my dark. I wish one of us was there to protect him."
"We cannot protect them from everything, aibou." Yami rubbed his hands up and down Yugi's sides. Seto, you should get well quickly. You are missing one of your favorite shows."
"Yami!" Yugi blushed.

Mokuba walked to Gozaburo's door and came in without knocking. He glared lightly as he managed to walk in on Gozaburo banging his secretary over his desk. She yelped and covered herself immediately. "Daddy. I need to talk to you." he said darkly, his hair partially obscuring his eyes.
Gozaburo scowled at him darkly as his secretary fled. "What right do you have to barge in here, boy?" He sat back on his chair, cock hard, exposed, and slippery.
"I'm your son, aren't I? Aren't I the same as Seto?" he said coldly. "I have a proposition."
"Oh? What proposition could you possibly have for me?" His eyes glinted behind his glasses.
"A trade. You stop hurting my brother and you can do whatever you want with me. I won't tell anybody about it. It will be our secret," he said, jaw clenching.
Gozaburo smirked. "Suck my cock, boy. Give me a taste of your skills before I agree."

Mokuba swallowed hard and growled softly. He walked over and knelt down, catching the aroma that wafted from his cock, heavy with the scent of the secretary. He clenched his fists on his knees as he came forward and shut his eyes as he pulled it into his mouth. He heard Gozburo snicker before he felt the heavy hand on the back of his head. Before he could react it was being shoved down his throat and he retched.
"Choke on it boy... Ah, it's so much smaller and hotter than Seto's... Mm... I think I will keep you."

Seto twitched slightly in his haze, body temperature slowly rising as his fever began to set in, disguised by a mere blush of the cheeks. "Don't... touch... Mokuba, you... asshole..."
Yugi petted Seto. "A fever is starting up. I'll get some things for him."
Yami nodded and watched Yugi hurry off for medicine. He petted Seto. "He'll be fine, Seto...whatever he does, he'll come through fine."


It was hours before Mokuba returned, his hair was damp from a shower and he smelled heavily of shampoo, as though he had completely bathed in it. He was in his pajamas as he stood at the door. "Can I sleep with you tonight?"
Yugi held his arms open from where he was on the bed. "Come here, Mokuba. Join us."
Mokuba climbed in stiffly and curled up close to Yugi, burying his head against his neck. Seto's eyes opened and moved to Mokuba. "Where have you been?"

"I've been exercising. I think I pulled a muscle," he murmured without missing a beat.
Yugi ran his hands over the teen's body, gently massaging. "Where does it hurt?"
"My back hurts," Mokuba muttered softly, nestling closer. He fisted his hands in the blankets behind Yugi as he clung.
Yugi's hands moved to where he knew it must hurt and peppered kisses on his face and neck.

Yami came from Seto's bathroom, fresh from his own shower and only wearing a towel low around his hips. His hair was still damp enough to make his long locks hang down. "You should rest, Seto."
Seto hummed lightly in response to Mokuba and settled. He knew better...
Yami sat by Seto's head and brushed the brunet's bangs from his eyes. "How do you feel?"
"better... lay down, Yami..."

Mokuba fell into sleep quickly, nestled close to his best friend's body. Seto's gaze moved toward him again, frowning. "He hurt him. I know he did..."
Yugi laid Mokuba down and made sure the boy was comfortable. Yami leaned down and gave Seto a kiss and a nuzzle. "Yugi, you know Mokuba's body well. Does he have any surgical scars?"
"Yes, one in the eye of the largest raven. Why?"
Yami looked to Seto. "... Can you find out what kind of surgery it was?"
Yugi nodded. "I'll be discrete."

Seto shut his eyes, silently cursing. He knew it. That asshole hadn't lied...
Yami nuzzled Seto again, and whispered low to him. "Let us take care of things."
"Please do..." Seto murmured back. "He is most precious to me..."


Mokuba had just gone to his 3-to-5 appointment with his 'private trainer' when Yugi entered Yami's room.
Yami looked up from the files he had been going through on his computer. "How is he?"
"Getting worse, I'm afraid." Yugi sat himself on Yami's lap and wrapped his slim arms around his brother's neck. "Where is Seto-kun?"
Seto was locked up in his control room, hacking every file that he could as he struggled to get into the surveillance cameras, but Gozaburo had his own rooms locked up more tightly than any other system. Circles were growing beneath his eyes as he forewent sleep, struggling to find out just what was happening to his brother.

"Kaiba is overworking himself still."
"Where?"
"Control room."
Yugi nodded. "I will see if he will allow my assistance." He kissed Yami and briefly rubbed their tongues together. "I will make sure he takes a break."
Yami nodded. "Alright."
Yugi slid off his lap and went to the control room. He knocked. "Seto-kun?"
There was no answer from inside, Seto was ignoring him as he clacked away at the keys, tying in string after string of hacking codes, only to be reminded time and time again that his access was denied.
"Seto-kun, please." He knocked again, a bit louder.
Seto's fingers paused as he looked toward the door... he did want to see Yugi's sweet face... but... he needed to focus on the task at hand...
"Seto-kun, this is Yugi. You wanted me for a reason, remember?"
"Is Yami with you...?" came his voice, barely audible through the door.
"No."
There was a soft click as the door unlocked. Seto was glad... Yami and he had been fighting again, it wasn't anything unusual. Yami was just... too damn pushy sometimes.
Yugi entered and relocked the door behind him. Concerned eyes took in Seto's state. "Seto-kun..." He went up to him and hugged the brunet. "Why did you not ask for my help?"
"It's my brother he's doing this to. I can't let you..." His fingers began tapping away once more, catching that damned screen again.

[Access Denied, you don't have any authorization here.]

He kissed Seto's jaw. "I love Mokuba-kun as much as you, Seto-kun." He then shifted around until he was comfortably on Seto's lap and began typing away.
Seto let his hands fall around his waist as he allowed his head to fall against Yugi’s shoulder. "I need inside of the damn... surveillance systems... It's so tiring..."

The system was filled to the brim with dead ends, knots, walls, trapdoors. It was entirely well-constructed and filled with holes.
Yugi's mind began arranging and categorizing everything as he looked through and tried different codes. "Rest, Seto. I will work."
Seto mumbled something as his body became heavier as he leaned on him, falling into a light sleep while Yugi worked.

Yugi smiled lightly before his game-face took over. He fully dived into Gozaburo's system.
It was impossibly well locked down, even when Yugi managed to hack the password... the first one, at least. Then came a second round that was even more violently protected than the first.
Yugi grinned. He so loved a good challenge, and it's been a such a long time since he's had one. "Let the game begin."

Mokuba, on the other hand, was deep into his punishment, bent over a metal sawhorse, a large plastic phallus being thrust into his ass as Gozaburo choked him and thrust deeply inside of his throat. His body was racked with pain, though there were no marks on him. Gozaburo was too careful for that.
"I want you to let them fuck you tonight, two of them inside of you at once. When they ask what's spread you open, I want you to tell them you wanted to give them a treat and fucked yourself with a big toy." Gozaburo listened to Mokuba gagging and moaned as he thrust deeply again and filled his belly with the hot seed. He pulled out his dripping cock and grinned down at the boy who weary and panting hard.
"Y...yes, d-daddy..."

When Seto woke, Yugi was on the third password. His eyes moved to the clock, six hours had passed. "Yugi..."
"Hai?" Purple eyes never turned from the screen and slim fingers continued tapping away in a blur.
"How far," he asked while he nuzzled gently at his neck, kissing a bit, "have you gotten in?"
"Everywhere except the one place we want."
Seto hummed slightly... Then he blinked. He brought his hands next to Yugi's and began typing on the keyboard. His eyes met the screen as he got into the old files. "Drive C; in there, deep. Buried, we need the files from when Mokuba started acting weird... and Gozaburo quit calling me out."
"Hai." Yugi changed files routes and began hacking into the ones Seto wanted.

Seto took another keyboard as he continued to hack into the files Yugi had been in, he would pick it up where he left off. Under Yugi's skillful fingers, the files cracked and he was granted access to the stored files. There it was, Gozaburo with his secretary bent over the desk.

"Seto-kun, I'm in."
Seto paused what he was doing and looked up, tapping a key to fast forward. He slowed it as Mokuba came in. He watched as he saw the secretary flee and... Mokuba...

"That... bastard touched him..." He curled his hand into a fist as he glared at the screen. There was no audio... but it didn't need sound to tell when Mokuba was screaming.
Yugi's whole body had become tense like a bow string pulled too tight. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When they opened again, they were frighteningly like Yami's. "Seto, tomorrow I am taking Mokuba somewhere. A club. A friend should be able to tell us a few things."
Seto was shaking. "You keep him safe... I don't want him to go through anymore." His eyes had darkened to almost black. "He should be in his room now. Please stay with him tonight."
Yugi moved to hug Seto around his neck and gave him a kiss. "I will. The Devil himself won't tear me from him. Go to Yami, Seto. You have neglected yourself enough. Let us take care of things now."
Seto nodded and slid Yugi from his lap, shutting down the computers. He rose and left the room with him, the locks sliding in place behind them. They split ways and Seto headed toward Yami's room, badly needing someone in his arms, someone strong enough to withstand his violent passions.

Mokuba was curled in his bed. He had surrounded himself with pillows and stuffed animals, and buried himself beneath countless blankets. He must have raided the closets to get them all.
Yugi gently knocked on his younger Master's door. "Mokuba-kun? It's me, may I enter?"
Mokuba jumped when he heard the knock. "Yugi! Please come in...!"
Yugi entered quickly and shut the door behind him, locking it. "Mokuba-kun..." He walked over to the bed. After knocking off his shoes he crawled in to join his young master.
Mokuba trembled and looked up at him, whispering. "You know, don't you?"
Yugi carefully pulled the boy into his arms. "It's going to be okay. I'll take you somewhere special tomorrow." He gave Mokuba tender kisses everywhere he could reach.
Mokuba clung to him. "Somewhere special...?"
"Un, very special." Yugi nuzzled him.
Mokuba burrowed against him. "Is it about that chip in my back?"
"Shh, don't think of it." Yugi kissed his head and petted him. "Tomorrow will be tomorrow. For now, just rest."
"Keep me safe... He's coming when he knows I'm alone."
"I will not leave your side, Mokuba." Then teen seemed to revel in that thought and nestled closer to him, sharing his heat. Yugi smiled softly and held the boy close.


Yami was staring out his bedroom window, wearing a pair of red silk pajama pants that made his eyes all the more red, and holding a glass of red wine. He looked over when Seto entered. "My Master..."
Seto's eyes were dark as he shut and locked the door behind him. "Yami, he's been raping him. Everyday."
The smaller man walked over to him, holding the delicate glass out, offering the wine inside. Crimson matched blue. "We'll make him pay."
Seto lifted the glass and downed the alcohol in a single swallow before he threw it at the wall and shattered it, then seized Yami in his arms. He brought his mouth down on his hungrily, angrily. "We'll kill him..."
"He will suffer," Yami replied breathlessly.
Seto groaned and pulled his lover up into his arms and fell onto the bed above him. He moaned as he ground their hips together. "He'll feel the pain that he's dealt for so long..."
Yami moaned as well and pressed his hips fully against Seto's. "Yes...we will cut his dick off and force him to eat it."
Seto's mouth slipped down his neck and began to bite and suck at him, growling and moaning. "Keep it hard... Make him gag on it..."

Yami arched into his mouth, his chest offered pale nipples. His hands grasped the sheets in tight handfuls. "Ahn...more, Seto."
Seto's mouth blazed over his skin, trailing bites and rough kisses, leaving kiss marks over his skin. "Mnn, I'll give you more than you can bear..."
His flesh was marked easily and naturally responded to Seto's ministrations. "Haa!" His cock had become hard and lies against his belly, darken from blood and pulsing.
Seto's hands ripped the robe from his body and his mouth claimed the rigid scepter, sucking the flesh in and moaning. He lightly grazed his teeth over his length.
Yami gasped as the sensitive flesh was scraped against. "Seto...!" He opened his legs wider, inviting the man to do more, to do as he pleased to sate his anger and lust.
His fingers pressed to Yami's entrance, pushing one inside of him. He sucked harder on his cock, purring and moaning softly.
Yami bit his tongue as the finger entered him dry, but not a complaint was voiced. "Ahh..." He forced his body to relax and accepted the intruder inside. He arched more and bucked his hips.

Seto's mouth soon left his cock to slide down to his entrance. "Ngh..." He wet him liberally with his tongue.
Yami was gasping and moaning. "Hayaku...Seto..." Sweat had begun beading his lean body.
His fingers rocked inside of him, spreading the wetness deeply. "Ahn, do you want it, Yami?"
"Yes! I want your cock deep inside me!"
Seto moaned and pulled his fingers out. He drew out his erection from his pants and moaned softly. "I want you, right now..." He spread Yami’s legs even further apart and positioned himself at his entrance.
"Do it...however it pleases you."
Seto entered him slowly until he sunk completely inside. "Ngh... Sit up... On top... I love when you ride me..."

Either top or bottom, nothing made him happier.

Yami pushed himself up until he was sitting on Seto's lap, impaled on his hard shaft. He placed his hands on Seto's shoulders before lifting himself until only the swollen head was still inside, then he dropped. "Ahn!"
Seto moaned and held him tight, bowing his head to begin marking the other side of his neck, biting and sucking the epidermis. His arms wound possessively around him as Yami began to ride him hard, the bed squeaking in protest beneath them.

Tanned skin became red and purple from his harsh kisses. Yami's fingers pressed firmly into Seto's shoulders; his mouth remained open from his cries. "Seto!" His dripping erection was caught between their bodies, the unkind friction causing it to redden as well.
Seto moaned and moved their positions, laying Yami against the soft pillows. He shifted his hands to grasp the headboard, gaining more power in his thrusts, angled for his hot spot buried deep inside.
Yami's eyes flew open wide and he screamed the other man's name. "SETO!" His essence spurted between their hot bodies.
Seto moaned and thrust only once more before he filled the tight body beneath him. His muscles spasm as he lowered himself on top of him, moaning softly. "Yami..."

His tri-colored lover panted for breath. His hair had fallen limp from sweat and stick to his face, back, and neck in colorful waves. His arms fell to rest besides his head, too tired to hang on at the moment. Red eyes opened to stare at the brunet. "Master Seto..."
Seto nuzzled softly at his neck, kissing softly. He pulled his hips free and frowned at the sight of a bit of blood from his rough love. He reached into the bedside table and found a container of ointment. He laid beside his lover and wetted his fingers, slipping two inside of the opened entrance and gently cooling him with the cream.
"Nn..." Yami’s eyes closed again as Seto soothed him from the inside.

Seto began placing slow kisses over his cheeks and neck. "You're mine..." he murmured softly.
"Yes, I am." Yami bore his bruised neck to him.
Seto finished spreading the cream before he slipped a bit over Yami's chafed cock. "Mm..." He shut his eyes and continued to place soft kisses, even as he began to drift into sleep.
Yami's lips tenderly locked over Seto's. "Sleep." There was no answer as Seto slept, arms around him. He wrapped his arms around his Master's long body and watched over him.

~~~

Mokuba held onto Yugi's arm as he gazed around. "What is this Club for, anyway?"
"It's for having fun, amongst other things." The pair had already gone pass the front door bouncers, but Yugi seem to be leading them to another pair who guarded a hallway deep inside the heart of the club. One of the big, muscled men gave Yugi a nod and allowed them through without any trouble.
Mokuba looked at them curiously as he looked around while always retaining his hold on his personal guard.
"This is the VIP area. I know a couple of the big guys here, so I'm allowed in."

The hallway was unremarkable except for several doors that were far apart, indicating the rooms were of a large size. Yugi escorted Mokuba to one at the end of the hall. He knocked.
"Come in," answered a deep, calm voice.
Mokuba perked a bit as he listened to the voice, holding onto Yugi a bit more loosely. Yugi opened the door to rather high-tech lab. This guy had to be deep in black market cash to have it all there. Yugi shut the door behind them as soon as both of them were inside of the shiny facility. "Doctor BlackJack." Yugi smiled brightly.
"Ah, Muto. And this must be the young Master Kaiba you have told me about."
"It is. This is Mokuba-kun."

Mokuba blinked at him silently as he gazed back around the room, watching the machines working quietly.
The dual-haired man was handsome and somewhere around his thirties. His face had a surgical scar, and even his skin was duel-colored. "I'm Doctor BlackJack. Muto here, asked me to have a look at you."
Mokuba didn't seem perturbed by his appearance as he trusted Yugi's judgment. Yugi wouldn't bring him to a... cannibal or something. "Okay."
"We'll begin with a routine inspection. Remove your shirt and sit on the table."
Mokuba hesitated a bit before he removed his jacket and shirt, pulling off the undershirt beneath and climbed onto the table, wincing a bit.
"Is there anything you wish to inform me before we begin?"
Mokuba looked toward Yugi. "Um... Like what?"
"Please inform us if you find anything that may need medical attention, Doctor."
"I see. Shall we begin?" BlackJack looked Mokuba's body over, checking pulse, breathing, reflexes, and all of that.

Mokuba's body was of normal health until it came to inspecting his flexibility. A young boy in his condition would normally be quite springy, but several of his muscles were rigid from strain.
"I must insist on a vacation, Kaiba. Your body is young, but it is nearing its limits. There's no permanent damage yet, but you can't keep doing your activities forever."
"It's a requirement of my position," he said quietly, wincing as he was moved.
"I suggest you find a compromise." He inputted all his data into his computer. "Let’s move on." He pressed a button on the wall. It opened to reveal a CAT scan. "Lie down here." Mokuba obeyed, lying down on the cold metal, thinly covered by parchment. "Relax and don't move." The table slid back into the wall where the rest of the machine was hidden.

Mokuba's body became obscured and he held very still as the procedure began, the machine penetrating his body with visual rays. There was a vast amount of internal damage inside of him, hidden by his skin. His bones were left undamaged, but the area around his middle, especially his tender belly and intestines, were heavily battered and bruised. Yugi's hands fisted, his knuckles strained white from the terrible sight.

BlackJack look through the readouts, scanning for anything that might be a chip as Yugi had indicated. It was almost impossible to see, but there it was... a tiny chip, a dark spot buried in his left shoulder in the eye of the raven. It had thin tentacles spreading into the boy’s spine and toward his heart. It was definitely designed to stay where it was. "It will be a difficult surgery at best."
"But can you do it, Doctor?"
"I can make no guarantees."

The doctor ended the CAT scan. "How are you feeling, Kaiba?"
Mokuba was pale. "I... I don't feel good..." He turned himself to the side and vomited, clutching his stomach. He coughed hard as he retched, having a severe reaction to the waves that had pummeled his body.
"Mokuba!" Yugi ran to the teen.
"He's having a negative reaction." BlackJack calmly brought over a trashcan for Mokuba to finish his business. "Just let him get it out of his system."
Yugi rubbed Mokuba's back. "There, there. Is there anything we can do?"
"I'll order a few things."

Mokuba calmed after a few minutes, trembling and his body glistening with cold sweat. "Ngh... I don't want to go back in..."
"You won't have to, Mokuba-kun."

BlackJack answered the door and received the items he ordered. "Place these ice packs on the back of his neck and on his chest. There's also water and juice."
"Thank you, Doctor."

Mokuba let himself be tended to, nestling closer to Yugi, shivering as the ice packs were placed. His stomach began to settle quickly and he closed his eyes. "Thank you, Doctor Blackjack..."
"Your system has been weakened and compromised. That's why your body reacted the way it did to the scan." The man sat at his computer and looked through the readouts. "Rest a while, then we will talk." Mokuba had already fallen asleep, burrowed close in Yugi's arms.

There was a soft knock on the door before a man entered, silver hair falling over his right eye. He was completely garbed in white and carrying a bag. "Is this the little one?"
BlackJack frowned softly in obvious distaste of the other doctor, but his usual neutral expression smoothed back over not a moment later. "The one who is resting, yes."
Yugi bowed to the new doctor. "Hello, I'm Muto Yugi."
The man smiled warmly at him from beneath his silver glasses, gray eyes twinkling a bit. "I came to give him an anti-coagulant for his internal bruising. May I?" His demeanor was so gentle, how strange for him to be working in an underground clinic.
"Go ahead." BlackJack kept a close eye on the other man. Yugi stepped out of the way, but stayed close out of habit.

The man walked to him, neatly avoiding the puddles on the floor. He slipped on a pair of white latex gloves and set his bag on the metal gurney. His hands began to feel gently over Mokuba's belly, feeling the tender flesh beneath. "Hm. Strong person."
He cleaned a spot with alcohol on Mokuba's tummy before he pinched a piece of flesh and drew out a large needle. He slipped it into him, compensating for Mokuba's instinctive jerk. "Shhh..." He injected him with the clear fluid before he drew out the syringe and discarded it. He pulled out a band-aid shaped like a black cat and laid it over the puncture. "All done."
"Will he be okay, Doctor...?" Yugi wasn't sure what the man's name was.
"Muraki Kazutaka. He'll be just fine. This will get his blood circulating again, rather than laying stagnant in his bruises." He gathered a bit of cleanser and began to clean up the floor. It wouldn't do for someone to slip in it.
"Oh! Let me help!" Yugi located the broom closet after BlackJack pointed him in the correct direction and brought out a wet-vac.
Muraki chuckled. "Thank you, Muto-san." He gathered up the larger bits before he deposited the paper towels in the basket and stripped off his gloves.
No trouble at all." Yugi vacuumed up the rest and used the option on the machine to also wash the floor. It was quiet when the boy was done.

BlackJack's voice broke through the silence. "Muraki, these are the schematics you will need."
Muraki strode to him and accepted them, brushing his fingers over the older man's. "Thank you. I will study them immediately."
"See that you do."
Muraki took his bag and bowed a bit to Yugi. "Take care." He took his leave with the schematics and went off to get them taken care of.

"You don't seem to like him much, Doctor BlackJack."
"That's an understatement." BlackJack shutdown his computer. "You may leave when he wakes."
Mokuba was shivering steadily now, his skin prickled with goosebumps. "N-nn..."
Yugi went to tend to the poor boy, removing the ice packs then lightly running his hands over the teen's arms.
The young man stirred a little more, opening weary eyes. "'m cold..."
"How about you get dressed?"
Mokuba shifted to sit up, grunting a little. "Yes, please... What happened?" He poked at his Band-Aid. "Where'd that come from?"
"You were given a shot while you slept," Yugi informed him.
"If you feel sick or strange, have Muto contact me, Kaiba. I will be in town for several more weeks."
Mokuba pulled on his clothes before he stepped carefully off the bed. He groaned a little bit before he found his jacket. "Thank you again, Doctor."
"Yes, Doctor, thank you. I've already wired the money to your account."

Yugi escorted Mokuba to another room in the VIP area so he could rest a little longer in comfort. "Are you hungry or anything?"
Mokuba nodded. "Crackers? Some of those little American ones, with that... liquidy cheese stuff?" Blegh... The teenager certainly had nasty tastes...
Yugi sweatdropped. "I'll order you some."
Mokuba leaned against him, nuzzling softly. "How bad was it? I didn't get to see."
"The doctor said it will be a difficult surgery at best. But BlackJack is the best in the world." Yugi smiled. "I have faith that he can help you, Mokuba-kun."
His young Master snuggled with him, eager to steal more of his heat. "I meant... About other things. Why did my tummy hurt so much when I was in the CAT scan?"
"You had a bad reaction." Mokuba looked up at him silently, reading his face.
Yugi's face showed nothing but honesty, but then, his face had ALWAYS shown nothing but what Yugi wanted to show. "You're fine, Mokuba-kun. Your system isn't as strong as it usually is, so you were susceptible to the waves in the scan."
Mokuba hummed slightly and snuggled into him. His cell phone rang quietly and he drew it out.

"Hello?"
[Mokuba. You're late. I want you home immediately.] Yugi bit his tongue. He could hear the man since he was speaking so loudly.
Mokuba cringed and burrowed against Yugi. "Yes, Daddy..." The line clicked and Mokuba closed the phone quietly. "Time to go..."
Yugi held him close. "...let me take your place."
The boy clung. "I don't want him to hurt you, Yugi. He's... He's so cruel."
"I know he is, but I can take it."
Mokuba kissed at him. "Maybe if I go today, I can throw up on him and he'll leave me alone..."
"No. Your body needs to recover. I will go."
Mokuba nestled. "Yami will be mad at me..."
"Yami can stuff it this once," he joked lightly.

Mokuba nuzzled his cheek. "Don't forget to take a shot, okay? Before or after... I don't want him to make you sick, and he's icky..."
"Don't worry. I'll ask BlackJack to give me something."
Mokuba sighed softly. "Maybe he'll take us together... I don't want to leave you alone."
Yugi shook his head. "I will not have permanent harm come to you, Master Mokuba. I will go alone."
Mokuba blushed a little. "Yu-kun..."
He nuzzled him. "Let's not forget my angel face hides a demon beneath, just like Yami's."
Mokuba nuzzled him back. "Un. Promise to come to me first? I want to help you after..."
"I promise."


Gozaburo was impatiently waiting for his youngest son to arrive. It was almost four o' clock, already. He scowled a bit and broke a pencil between his fingers. The door opened, but instead of Mokuba, little Muto Yugi stepped through. Gozaburo glared. "What the hell are you doing here, starfish?"
Yugi blushed and looked away. "I will be your subject today, Kaiba-sama."
The big man frowned. "Where is Mokuba?"
"I...put him to sleep..."
Gozaburo raised a brow. "Is that so... Do you want to suffer in his place?" A small nod was the man's answer. Gozaburo smirked and rose, walking to a locked cabinet and opening it. Inside was a plethora of violent toys. "Very well... And you shall suffer greatly for making me wait..."
"I am sorry, Kaiba-sama." Blond bangs covered purple eyes, hiding a rage he couldn’t afford to show.


Yami entered Seto's room, teeth bared and eyes narrowed. A hand was on his chest like he was in pain. His other hand looked like it would crush the knob that he still held onto even after he had closed the door. "I felt it, Seto... I still feel it..."
Seto rose quickly and pulled Yami into his arms. "That fucking bastard... He has Yugi now?!" One arm held Yami tight while the other hand cradled the back of his head, pulling him close. "He's gone too far..."

Yami's body shook with his barely controlled emotions, but his voice was steady and cold. "I'm going to kill him. I'll tear his intestines out from his ass and strangle him with them while they're still warm. I'll gouge his eyes out with my fingers, and cut out his liver with a spoon."
Seto held him. "We'll find out about the chip... As soon as it's out, that bastard is fair game." Yami nodded and clung to Seto. The brunet drew Yami back to the bed and laid down with him, holding him tightly. "We'll make that fucker pay for all he's done. For all he's done to our little brothers..."


Mokuba was in his room, waiting impatiently. It was already six, and Yugi hadn't come back yet. He wrung his hands and paced slowly as he counted the minutes until Yugi would return.

It was another half-hour before Yugi knocked softly on the door. The teen sprang up and opened it quickly. "Yugi..."
Yugi gave him a smile, trying to disguise the pain he was in. "Tadaima."
Mokuba leaned forward and hugged him gently. "Okaeri... Come on, I have the bath ready."
"Thank you." Yugi’s walk was slow and stiff.

Mokuba guided him inside. He had spent the last hour and a half keeping it nice and warm without being too hot. His fingers moved to gently undress his beloved guard and friend, finding bruises almost immediately.
"I had worse during initial training," he said, trying to assure Mokuba. It looked like Gozaboro had made a game to mark every card tattooed on his body, as well as the armored magician on his back and the waves of power that swirled around him.
Mokuba leaned forward and brushed his lips over each bruise that he revealed. "I love you, Yugi... Thank you so much..."
"I was glad to do it."
Mokuba's fingers skillfully disrobed him and helped him climb into the tub. "Let me help you."

~~~

Seto, Yami, Yugi, and Mokuba were gathered at one of Seto's many high-class clubs. Seto was talking with the manager to make sure everything was running smoothly, Mokuba was banging away on a pinball machine, and Yami and Yugi were sitting together at their private table, watching over Mokuba.
"Are you sure you're both all right?"
"We're fine, Yami. But if you're that worried, Mokuba-kun and I will stay still and watch the stage. I hear they have a new play to show tonight."

‘TILT! TILT! TILT!’ the machine screamed as Mokuba rocked it to even out his chances. He scowled and kicked it. "I'll show YOU tilting!" Seto gazed toward him and shook his head a bit. Yugi giggled.
"Looks like Mokuba-kun will be at it a while longer." He stood and pulled Yami along with him to sit with Seto, cuddling their master. Yami smiled and chuckled softly.
"Looks like Yugi thought you needed company." He patted the brunet's thigh. Seto settled between the two of them comfortably.
"Mm, I do. They keep the air conditioning too high because of all the kids." He nodded to a young couple popping tiny mints into their mouths, water bottles close at hand.
"Do you need us to warm you, Kaiba?" Yami looked amused if anything. Seto purred lightly and pulled them both closer.
"Perhaps I do." Yugi and Yami both smiled. They touched fingertips in front of Seto, their bodies pressed against him as they leaned closer together.
"Will a private show warm you, Seto?" Yami asked as he and Yugi reached out their tongues to rub them together. Seto smiled a bit.
"Mm, that would warm me quite a lot." The colorful siblings continued their kiss. Both became sweetly flushed.

"Well, well, incest in a public place. You Yakuza truly have no shame," a deep voice came from before them. Seto glared up at the man with long black hair that was tied into a loose braid behind his back.
"Detective Mahou. What a surprise." Yugi blushed and shyly buried his face against Seto. Yami coolly glared at Detective Mahou and sat up straight.
"May I sit?" The man didn't wait for an answer as he turned a chair around and straddled it.
"I'd rather you left," Seto said, leaning back against the chair and folding his arm around Yugi.
"So sorry. I'd hate to leave and have to shut this place down because of all the drugs floating around." The Detective grinned a bit at him.

"What is your business here, Detective?" Yami's voice held a subtle commanding tone. The detective smirked at him, fearless of the Yakuza thugs.
"Oh, this and that. Looking for a bit of clarification to a new bit of information I managed to pick up this afternoon."
"By pick up, you mean rooting through our garbage." Seto scowled at him.
"One must do what one must do."
"This isn't another of your fairytales, is it, Detective?" Mahou looked toward Yami and smirked slightly.
"You're aggressive tonight, aren't you? Did you get to play seme this afternoon?"

Seto glared a bit. "Speaking of semes, aren't you still playing bitch to that chief of yours? The boy that's what was it, Yugi? Five years younger?"
"U-un..." Yugi blushed at being put in the spotlight and buried himself further against Seto's large frame. The detective twitched a bit at that.
"Heh. Pretty defensive, Kaiba."

Mokuba crawled into the booth beside Yugi and glared at the man. "I remember you. What do you want and how did you get in here?" He glanced over him. "You're dressed like my grandfather."
"Indeed," agreed Yami. "Speak up, Detective. State your business plainly so you may leave."
"It's simple. I heard there was a delivery being brought to you tonight and I figured I would be here and get myself some prisoners." Seto raised a brow.
"That's news to me. Where did you get your information again? Are you sure it wasn't across the street in the brothel?" Yami and Yugi mentally frowned. It was news to them as well.
The detective grinned and rose up. "We'll have to wait and see, won't we?" He bowed. "See you soon."

Mokuba glared after him and drew out his PDA. He began tapping away at it quietly, searching through his databases. "Hmn. We've had six death threats today, a bit below average... None from anyone important..."
Yugi blinked his large eyes. "Is it possible...that he was warning us...?" Yami snorted and Seto frowned.
"I highly doubt it. He has too much to gain from our disappearing."

Mokuba tapped a bit more, though got distracted when some high teenager teetered over and fell on his lap. She buried her head in his lap and purred. "C'mon, Daddy, let's fly to Heaven!" Yugi sweatdropped and pushed the girl off him.
"Really now, someone should be keeping an eye on her..." Mokuba curled closer to Yugi.
"She reeks..."

The girl teetered off, giggling again and flinging herself onto another person, molesting them—getting a much more welcome response this time. Mokuba made a face. "Meh... I don't want to touch a girl until I need to reproduce..." Seto snorted.
"You're not the one required to."
"It's not that bad," Yami said quite casually. Seto chuckled.
"You would say that. I prefer not worrying if some careless girl will get pregnant and come crying to me." Lord knew that more than one woman had come screaming that she had carried the Kaiba heir, and Seto knew damn well the only holes he penetrated weren't capable of producing children.

Mokuba snuggled into Yugi and continued tapping away, receiving a message from one of his American friends. He immediately became immersed in chatting with them, blocking out the rest of the world. Seto glanced to him and rolled his eyes.

Yugi petted a hand through Mokuba's wild locks. "Women are more interested in dressing me up than bedding me." He chuckled lightly.
"That's what you get for being so damn pretty, otouto."
Mokuba murmured, "The only ones that like me are pretty boys and old men." Seto scowled.
"The only old men that like you are just perverted."
"You sell yourself short, Mokuba," said Yami. "I've seen many types of good-looking men and women eye you."
"I've seen it too," Yugi piped in cheerfully. Mokuba hummed.
"Women want Oniisama, not me. Most women want to be with me to get to Oniisama." A dark look passed over his face. "Excuse me." He slipped out from the seat and returned to a video arcade and began to slaughter zombies by the dozens.

"So he's still thinking about that..." Seto sighed. ‘That’ referred to an unfortunate incident involving a girl Mokuba had genuinely liked. It turned out she had only started dating Mokuba so she could get close to Seto and attempt to seduce him.
Yami sighed. "He should forget about that bitch."
"Mokuba-kun is a kindhearted boy...it is not easy for him, Yami." Yugi sighed as well. "I only wish there was a real way to help him, but I'm afraid we are not what he needs." Seto sighed as well.
"Wounds on the heart are slow to heal. I am lucky and have two experienced doctors on my side." He planted warm kisses on each of them, holding them ever closer. They returned his kisses then began to kiss one another again. They never got to finish their show for their Master.

As they kissed and put on a show, the teen fell on Mokuba again, giggling. "Let's have a good time..." Mokuba yelped as he felt something push inside of his ribs.
"SETO!" There was a crash as the table in front of Seto flew back, the man immediately coming to his brother's voice. There was a gunshot from somewhere and he felt his shoulder explode in pain.
Yugi had sprung into action, metal fans disguised by fluffy black feathers in hand. "Young Master!"
"Master Kaiba!" Yami threw himself in front of Seto. The air was lit with gunfire as Seto tore his way to Mokuba, his own gun out and ripping through the woman's body without mercy. Mokuba was holding his side, blood pooling around him, a knife clattering to the floor, jagged and covered with gore. The room was plunged into darkness as someone fired toward the lights, the only illumination now coming from the barrels of guns. Yugi stationed himself in front of Mokuba and opened his fans to repeal any bullets.

Someone whispered into Yami's ear. "Go to the south exit with them. Quickly." The voice was so familiar, yet completely unknown. It almost looked like Seto in the brief moment of light, but then the person was gone. Yami didn't take much time to think. The situation was too dangerous to keep his Masters inside the club. "Kaiba, this way! Yugi!" Yami grabbed Seto and pulled him towards the south exit. Yugi followed quickly with Mokuba.

The hall was long and dark, leading the way to a glowing exit sign. The door was easily kicked opened. A black car was waiting, a man in the driver's seat. "Get in! I was sent by BlackJack!" Yugi's alarms went off. He knew this wasn't something BlackJack would usually do. But Mokuba was growing limp in his arms. Too much torture had happened to him in the past few days for the teen to withstand much more. "Get in!" Seto growled, his left arm being held tightly to his body, the sleeve of his jacket soaked in blood.
"We don't have much choice," Yami stated before he helped the brothers inside. He motioned Yugi to go inside first then followed after.

The driver sped off from the scene, and true to his word, took them to BlackJack's current clinic. Seto was struggling to stop the bleeding from his arm, it wouldn't do for him to pass out and leave Mokuba alone. Mokuba was in and out of consciousness as he clung to Yugi.

BlackJack had two tables ready when they arrived. "Status?"
"Mokuba-kun was stabbed between the fourth and fifth rib on the left side, Seto-kun took a bullet to the shoulder." Yami assisted Seto to a table while BlackJack carried Mokuba. The boy coughed as he was carried, blood beginning to rise. Seto growled.
"Mokuba! Stay awake!"
"Haa... onii...sama..."

BlackJack quickly laid the boy down. "Can you tell me what happened, young Kaiba?" With Yugi's help, he tore off Mokuba's shirt and began looking over the injury. The wound was wide, a serrated blade had slide in deeply between his ribs, and then twisting violently to rip into his left lung and stomach.
"A girl... came behind... stabbed me..." He shook and coughed again, lips turning red.

Muraki came in, fully prepared to assist BlackJack. There was a serious look over his face, showing absolute seriousness in dedication to the cause. "We need to perform emergency surgery. Muraki, your assistance would be appreciated."
“Of course.”

~~~

After several hours of being under surgery, Mokuba was expected to make a full recovery. He was in bed and tightly bandaged up, an oxygen mask over his face to help him come naturally out of the anesthesia. Seto had curled up beside him, hell-bent on not leaving his side. BlackJack had drawn Yugi and Yami out into the waiting room to inform them of what, exactly, had prompted him to prepare for their arrival.
"I had received an anonymous letter this morning. It warned that the Kaiba brothers would need my medical expertise come evening." Yami frowned. If the person wanted their Master protected, why not just warn them directly rather than this roundabout way?
"Do you still have the letter?"
"Yes, but I doubt it will do you any good."

"Roundabout ways are so boring..." came a familiar voice to Yami, the one from the club. A man was standing there. He could have almost been a clone of Seto, though his hair was a soft aqua-blue, his eyes were as hard as shards of blue diamond. "And you would have never believed my words." The detective was standing behind him, pushing a hand through his black hair.
"You didn't even wanna believe me." Yugi immediately pouted.
"See? See? I told you so! But you wouldn't believe ME either!" Yami resisted sweatdropping and patted Yugi on the head.
"You earned yourself a brownie point."
"Yay!" Yugi smiled brightly and snuggled against his older brother.

The man snorted. "Enough theatrics. I've seen you privately." He stood apart from Mahou. "Allow me to introduce myself properly. I am Kaiba Noah. Rightfully the eldest." Yami raised a brow.
"And not so rightfully dead, apparently."
"Niichan is so insensitive..."

BlackJack spoke up for the first time since the new arrivals entered the scene. "I will leave you to talk. I will look in on the patients." His jacket flared out as he turned and went back to the operating room.

Noah's eyes never wavered from the twins. "It was an error in judgment on behalf of my father. His perversions needed to continue, even after he 'killed' me. For that, I have many apologies. First and foremost: This." He tossed a package to them. Yugi was the one to catch it. "Don't shake it too much. I don't want it to engage," Noah said, bowing his head. "There is another gift waiting at the house. I will see you there." He turned and left without waiting. Damn it, is that simply a Kaiba trait? To say what you wanted to, then rudely leave?
"I swear that is a Kaiba trait..." Yami commented to himself.

"I wonder what's inside?"
"More importantly..." Yami stood up. "Kaiba Noah plans to meet us at the manor."
"This may be trouble..." Yugi stood as well and held the box carefully. "We better tell Seto-kun what's going on."
"Seto-kun has heard it," Seto muttered from the doorway. "Open the box." Yugi blushed then did as Seto asked.

Inside of the box was a blood-stained remote with three characters: Activate - Engage - Terminate.

Yami and Yugi's eyes flew wide open. Yugi held the box out to Seto. "Seto-kun!" Seto reached out and took the box and drew out the remote.
"How did he... get a hold of this..." He stared down at the remote in his hands, and felt the sticky blood that covered it. "What has he done...?"
"We must return and find what has transpired," Yami said ominously. Seto nodded.
"I want Mokuba to remain here. Both of you are to come with me." He knew he would need both of them with his left arm out of commission. Mokuba would be safe here with this arsenal of doctors. Both straightened and nodded.
"Hai!"
"Let's go," he muttered softly, leaving his bloodied coat behind. "I'm tired of this place."

Yami and Yugi stuck close to Seto when they arrived at the manor, both were ready to fight. The house was unusually silent. There weren’t any maids or butlers, no signs of their cars nor any indication that they had even been there after Seto left. There was a note on the door. [Come to his office.] Yami took point and led them all inside.

After going down several hallways and up a set of stairs, they reached Gozaboro's office. The door was shut tightly, and there was a bloody handprint smeared over the next note. [A Gift of Apology for you, Otouto-chan.]
Yami looked to Seto, silently asking if the brunet wanted him to open the door. Seto set his jaw before he kicked it open himself, immediately regretting when he did so. There he was, the object of his worst fears nude, torn apart, and mutilated beyond any recognition except for his face which was frozen in terror.
Yugi had to clamp his hands over his mouth to keep from throwing up from the putrid stench he hadn’t been prepared for. Yami had felt his own stomach give a lurch at the sight and smell of the horrific scene before them.
"A gift for you, otouto-chan," Noah purred from the corner of the room, drinking a glass of brandy. "Does this make you happy?"
"No!" Seto yelled, unable to draw his eyes from the terrible scene. "This is depraved!"

"Depraved... I think he got what was coming to him. Do you know I lost my virginity when my Mama died? I was three. He told me it was my place as his son to replace her. Did he give you such lines?" His cold eyes drifted over to Seto. "He abused all of you. Did you ever tell him, Yami-san? When Seto was ill, that you took his place?" Seto's eyes widened as he looked to Yami.
"Tell me that's not true, Yami..." Yami was silent for a moment, but to his credit, he never looked away.
"...I will not lie to you, Seto." Seto flinched and looked back at the corpse, his body filling with hate.
"You bastard... How dare you...!"

Noah smiled at him a bit, sipping slowly at the brandy. "Despite your threats, none of you would have done anything. So it is a gift." Yugi finally spoke up, now that he had his stomach back under control.
"And why have we received this gift? Is there something you want, Kaiba-san?" Noah finished his glass, the ice clinking quietly.
"I want to be the head." Seto glared.
"No."

Yami gritted his teeth. "You think you can play dead for a few years then waltz back in and take over?"
"It is my birthright to be the head of the Kaiba Group, the Storm Dragons. I am his only genetic son. Not you, Seto."
"Kaiba-san, where have you been these past years?" Yugi suddenly asked. "Personally, I don't care who leads the group as long as I can serve Kaiba-kun. However, it would be no good if the group fell apart because someone unqualified became the head." It was a veiled threat, but Yami was able to hear and understand the implications as soon as the words had left his sweet brother's mouth.
He would have to kiss the boy later. His sibling always could put things back into perspective for him. "I agree with him."

Seto was glaring at Noah darkly. "What gives you the right to come back in here?"
"I've been underground, running this place already. I'm a better hacker than you, are, Yugi-san. This place operates under my fingertips.” Yugi suddenly felt rather useless after hearing such a thing said so matter-of-factly. Yami felt a twinge in his chest and looked to his brother. Yugi shook his head and smiled, but Seto glared at Noah.
"Yugi is a fantastic hacker. I'm sure that you know how to hack into this database, but I doubt you could access others." Noah twitched slightly.
"Hm. It was not my intention to insult you, but it still stands. I want to be the leader of this group. I can do all of the things a boss must do, including the paperwork and bribes attached to it." Seto thought about that for a bit. He didn't like the office-work that was attached to being a boss, but he wasn't going to give up his position so easily.
"I will only agree when we have worked out your personal boundaries. Your orders are NOT absolute." And it went without saying that the Muto brothers were only willing to take orders from Seto and Mokuba.
"You have a week to write up a contract, before you announce my role as head of house," Noah said simply.
"Fine. You made this mess, you clean it up!" Seto snapped. He turned and pulled Yugi and Yami out with him, fully intending to return to Mokuba. Yugi gave Noah a hasty wave as he was dragged away.

Seto scowled as he left the compound, feeling ill. He wanted to get to the car as soon as possible, so he could hold Yugi in his lap and cling to him and lean into Yami's arms at the same time. He had often thought cruel thoughts about his adoptive father... But had never thought he'd actually see them come to fruition.
Yami climbed into the car first, knowing what Seto needed of him. He sat back comfortably and left his arms and legs open for his master to sit. Seto settled between them, leaning into him as he drew Yugi into his own embrace, favoring his shoulder. He shook slightly, his nerves shot. He buried his head against Yugi's neck and held him tightly with his right arm. He never expected to be that disturbed by the sight of his 'father' laying in... grisly pieces.

Yugi nuzzled Seto gently and wrapped his arms around him. Yami's arms stretched to encircle Seto's waist, his legs curled around both his brother and Seto.

The first small cry came when the car began to move, and more began to spill from the brunet. Soft sobs flowing from him more steadily as they went. He didn't know why it was affecting him so strongly, he should have been happy that that man was gone, he'd never hurt them again. But he knew nothing of Noah, nor how the man would react to him...

Yugi rubbed Seto's shoulders. "It's okay...let it out." Yami kissed the back of Seto's neck.
"It's okay, Seto." Seto nestled between the two of them. He knew he had to get it out of his system. Mokuba couldn't see him cry, it would shatter all respect the boy had for him. He clung more tightly to Yugi at that sad thought.
"I know what you're thinking, Seto-kun," Yugi whispered in his ear. "Mokuba loves you, and he will always respect you." Seto bit him gently as he began to calm himself down, holding him closer.
"It hurts..."
"We know, Seto-kun." Yugi bared more of his neck to the man. Seto bit him again before he laid fully back against Yami, exhausted.
"Don't let go of me."
"We won't, Seto," rumbled Yami's deep voice. Yugi rested against Seto's chest, his cheek on the man's uninjured shoulder.
"We'll always be here for you, Seto-kun." Seto gave a deep sigh and closed his eyes, resting between them for the rest of the trip back to the underground clinic.


Mokuba had awakened when they returned, and he was now giggling as one of Muraki's personal nurses entertained him, wearing yellow dog ears and a mechanical tail that wagged when he wiggled. He played card games with the young Yakuza and reveled in the laughs he got pulling coins from his ears.
Muraki was watching from the doorway, his assistant truly had a genuine childlike love about him. It made him incredibly suited for the field of pediatrics.

Yugi cleaned Seto up so Mokuba wouldn't know the man has been crying. "There we go. Good as new."
"Are you ready, Seto?" Yami asked him. Seto nuzzled them each and gave them kisses as he nodded, slipping out of the car with them and straightening his clothes. He hissed as he pulled on his shoulder a bit.
"All right... Let's go inside."

They walked inside together, in a close formation, the Muto twins possessive of their master. As they passed the bouncers and entered the clinic area, Mokuba's giggles could be clearly heard. That mere sound brought a small, relieved smile to Seto's face.
They met Doctor BlackJack in the hallway. He held up a manila folder. "Good timing. I just finished looking at the young Kaiba's x-rays." Seto glanced to him.
"Is it well?" Muraki appeared from behind the other doctor and smiled a bit.
"It is. We have deactivated the chip inside of him using an ultra-sonic point generator. Short-circuited the device. When he is fully recovered from the surgery concerning his lacerations, then I shall be available to remove it. I rarely leave Japan." Seto nodded a bit.
"How badly will he scar?" Muraki raised a brow a bit.
"The scars will be forever visible unless he has plastic surgery to cover them up. But Doctor BlackJack and myself did an excellent job making sure that the sutures were small." There was the noise of cloth rustling, and a most affronted look covered BlackJack's face as Muraki bowed and left. Yugi tried not to giggle to save BlackJack some face. However, even Yami's lips had a betraying twitch to them.
BlackJack, who was making an excellent impersonation of a disgruntled officer worker from being groped, cleared his throat and banished any chance of a blush forming from the embarrassing event. "The fee has already been paid. You may see the young Kaiba now, if you like."

"EEK! NO LICKING!" Mokuba squealed. Seto's eyebrow twitched.
"Definitely so." He walked around the doctor and walked into Mokuba's recovery room, the nurse laughing and licking his cheeks.
"Ah! I think I'm in trouble!" the nurse yelped, hiding on the floor behind Mokuba, urging the boy into another fit of laughter.
"It's good to see you're feeling better, Mokuba-kun!" Yugi bounced in, all smiles.
"Un! Meet Nurse Tsuzuki! He's funny!" Mokuba reached out to Yugi with his right arm, smiling brightly. Tsuzuki blushed and peeped over Mokuba's head, ears still attached.
"I like making people feel better!" Seto raised a brow and then shook his head.
"How are you feeling, Mokuba?"
"All floaty! It's so fun~!" he giggled. Yugi carefully hugs Mokuba.
"That's nice. Just don't overdo it, okay?" Mokuba nuzzled him.
"Un. I think Tsu-chan took the button away," he giggled.
"He was pushing it too much." Tsuzuki blushed. "So I took it away."

Mokuba settled down and looked up at the ceiling, starting another fit of giggling for unknown reasons. Seto smiled slightly. "Thank you. I think he's sedated enough for now."
"When will he be able to go home?"
Tsuzuki hummed and walked over to the chart, paws on his hands and feet. He flipped through the pages and looked over the equally messy notes by Muraki and BlackJack. "Ah, he can go home in three days. The doctors wish to observe him for infection because of his tummy-wound. He has orders to keep on bed rest for about two weeks. He's not to be sitting up for long amounts of time. Mealtimes, bathroom, and things like that. No running around. He will also be sent home with antibiotics and a few painkillers."
"Then he is to make a full recovery?" Yami asked. He just wanted to clarify in order to soothe some of their fears.
Tsuzuki smiled brightly. "Oh, yes! As long as he takes it easy, he'll be perfectly all right. He might be a little stiff for a few months after he heals, but he'll be just fine."
Seto sighed a bit and looked down at Mokuba who had conveniently put himself to sleep. "Good..."

Yugi had made sure the teen was comfortable and tucked him in. "We should go so he can rest."
"We also have work to do," reminded Yami.
Seto nodded. "Let's go. Tsuzuki-san, I am leaving my brother in your care."
Tsuzuki stood at attention. "Hai, Kaiba-sama!" He looked so genuinely serious... that Seto couldn't stop himself from laughing. Yami and Yugi were so surprised and relieved at Seto's laughter, that they too ended up laughing. Tsuzuki blinked at them, not knowing what it was that made them laugh so easily; it couldn't possibly be HIM.
Seto calmed himself down in just a moment and coughed. "Ah, excuse me. Please take care of him."

He turned and slipped out of the room, the twins following. He needed to get everything in order for the contract, and make it clear that while Kaiba Noah would be the Head, it was Kaiba Seto who would be in charge.