The Heat of Your Touch
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Category:
Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
24
Views:
9,295
Reviews:
82
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
You can't make me take you
As the boy was listening to his older brother’s confession, he came to conclusion how to help him.
He had learned during his friendship with Keiko’s friend, the one with leukemia, that when a person is in trouble, there is no proper word or action that could comfort them.
Whatever you say would be wrong. If you say: “I’m sorry”, then it means that you can do nothing about it, that you represent the excess. It means that you wanted to say: “Oh, there is no help for you”
If you say: ”It’s going to be alright” they may consider you a liar, because it’s more than obvious that it won’t be better.
For all people that are unhappy and desperate know that there is not even a theoretical chance for them to put the things the way they should have been. If only there was a time machine…
If you say: “I know how you feel” would be so hypocritical for both of you and the one that is unhappy knows for the fact that there is no possible chance for you to feel the same.
So Mokuba came to conclusion how to help his brother. The mere presence and listening wouldn’t be enough. The fact that you are there, unable to help, makes the unhappy one hate you for not being in his position. And Mokuba surely didn’t want that.
He decided to experience all what his brother had been through.
He told him that, which caused Seto stare at him in shock for minutes, and then yell uncontrollably.
In the end he started to cry very hard, because part of him wanted to show to someone all those terrible things he had witnessed.
He was trying to satisfy his pained soul by graphically describing them and he thought it was helping him. But no.
He needed to show to someone, to demonstrate it.
And Mokuba wanted to know, oh how he desperately wanted to know…
The thrusts, violent and extremely erotic-something that terrified Kaiba, the way Dan had been penetrating Joey and it had given the brunette such a hard on. But he had known it wasn’t right, for his lover had been suffering, had been in pain and horror.
“You can’t deny me.” the raven haired fifteen years old boy said, with seriousness in his voice.
Kaiba was looking at him, at that almost fully formed body, full of hormones.
Mokuba seemed so sensual, his nerves ready to transmit every caress, every friction.
His body begged to be abused, loved, adored…
But the older knew for the fact that their desires were sick. Besides, he loved Joey. Joey was the only one for him.
“What about your girlfriend?”
“The most important thing for me is you.”
”Do you know how sick your proposals are?” Kaiba narrowed his eyes, hissing, “How much you’re ruining this brotherly relationship we have?”
Mokuba lowered his head.
“I just want to help you.”
“There is no help for me, Mokuba.” Kaiba trailed off.
Mokuba looked at him with sad and teary eyes, with the eyes of a fallen angel. He was just a child, a child that lost its path.
“But Seto…” he moaned weakly.
“My entire life I’ve been trying to preserve you from bad things. My only goal in life was to make your life easy, happy, careless…But I miserably failed. Please don’t miss your chance, Mokuba. Save yourself from me. I’m not helping you anymore…Don’t sink with me…” Kaiba hugged him tightly.
Mokuba hugged him back; processing his brother’s little speech.
“You can’t make me take you, little brother.” Kaiba whispered and let go of him. “Now go. I need to rest.”
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TBC.?
He had learned during his friendship with Keiko’s friend, the one with leukemia, that when a person is in trouble, there is no proper word or action that could comfort them.
Whatever you say would be wrong. If you say: “I’m sorry”, then it means that you can do nothing about it, that you represent the excess. It means that you wanted to say: “Oh, there is no help for you”
If you say: ”It’s going to be alright” they may consider you a liar, because it’s more than obvious that it won’t be better.
For all people that are unhappy and desperate know that there is not even a theoretical chance for them to put the things the way they should have been. If only there was a time machine…
If you say: “I know how you feel” would be so hypocritical for both of you and the one that is unhappy knows for the fact that there is no possible chance for you to feel the same.
So Mokuba came to conclusion how to help his brother. The mere presence and listening wouldn’t be enough. The fact that you are there, unable to help, makes the unhappy one hate you for not being in his position. And Mokuba surely didn’t want that.
He decided to experience all what his brother had been through.
He told him that, which caused Seto stare at him in shock for minutes, and then yell uncontrollably.
In the end he started to cry very hard, because part of him wanted to show to someone all those terrible things he had witnessed.
He was trying to satisfy his pained soul by graphically describing them and he thought it was helping him. But no.
He needed to show to someone, to demonstrate it.
And Mokuba wanted to know, oh how he desperately wanted to know…
The thrusts, violent and extremely erotic-something that terrified Kaiba, the way Dan had been penetrating Joey and it had given the brunette such a hard on. But he had known it wasn’t right, for his lover had been suffering, had been in pain and horror.
“You can’t deny me.” the raven haired fifteen years old boy said, with seriousness in his voice.
Kaiba was looking at him, at that almost fully formed body, full of hormones.
Mokuba seemed so sensual, his nerves ready to transmit every caress, every friction.
His body begged to be abused, loved, adored…
But the older knew for the fact that their desires were sick. Besides, he loved Joey. Joey was the only one for him.
“What about your girlfriend?”
“The most important thing for me is you.”
”Do you know how sick your proposals are?” Kaiba narrowed his eyes, hissing, “How much you’re ruining this brotherly relationship we have?”
Mokuba lowered his head.
“I just want to help you.”
“There is no help for me, Mokuba.” Kaiba trailed off.
Mokuba looked at him with sad and teary eyes, with the eyes of a fallen angel. He was just a child, a child that lost its path.
“But Seto…” he moaned weakly.
“My entire life I’ve been trying to preserve you from bad things. My only goal in life was to make your life easy, happy, careless…But I miserably failed. Please don’t miss your chance, Mokuba. Save yourself from me. I’m not helping you anymore…Don’t sink with me…” Kaiba hugged him tightly.
Mokuba hugged him back; processing his brother’s little speech.
“You can’t make me take you, little brother.” Kaiba whispered and let go of him. “Now go. I need to rest.”
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TBC.?