Fall from Eden
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Category:
Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,095
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
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.
Fall from Eden
Fall from Eden
Prologue
prologue, ch 1-4, epilogue
Warnings: VERY brief mention of past rape italiced or *** as warnings
Exclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, for one thing I am Canadian not Japanese, and not wealthy. This is for fun. not profit.
He looked in the mirror and gave himself a mildly sadistic smile. Seto looked nothing like himself. His auburn hair was messy and he wore brown colored contacts over his normally piercing sapphire eyes. His slendour build and height were the same as ever with tight, low, black leather pants and an untucked royal blue satin shirt with the first few buttons undone accenting the light muscle to his build and gave the perfect aura of seduction. There would be no need for speech a few moves on the dance floor at Fall from Eden and Seto would get what he wanted. For a few hours the constant, crushing ache within Seto’s core would be filled. The ecstatic touch or drive of another being would give him a certain peace.
Mokuba had at first kept this ache away just by being there. His need of Seto for support gave the older Kaiba a reason and a passion in life; however now with little Mokuba in college and Kaiba Corps practically running itself there was little available in which Seto could bury himself in and thus forget the deep ache that had been a near constant since he was young.
When he was still a teenager Seto had found the growing emptiness impossible to fill. Mokuba had become increasingly anxious about his increasing coolness and sharp temper. In the end it was a fluke visit to Fall from Eden with a business client that had let to Seto’s first encounter with hot, anonymous sex. For just a little while Seto had felt his spirit lighter than he had since his and Mokuba’s natural father had been alive. Now years later Seto was deeply cemented in the habit of disguising himself and returning to Eden every time he visited North America. Otherwise he made do with the various gay clubs back in Japan, as long as they were not in Domino. It was pure luck that so many random strangers found him attractive; it was this luck that allowed Seto to spend a couple of hours on after these visits to Eden with his head in the clouds as some stranger drove them both into ecstasy. Seto never knew the faces of these men and from time to time things got a little out of had but Seto was confident in his abilities to take care of himself. He had always taken care of himself, even with Gozaburo. No one could take care of Seto but himself; and right now Seto was going to do just that.
When Mokuba had, on sheer accident, discovered Seto’s habit of sleeping with strange men he had immediately coerced his older brother into going to a sex therapist. Seto went to one session, and after the doctor informed his that his promiscuity was based on deep rooted attachment issues, and a subconscious need for love. Seto informed him that this would be their only session. Seto already had a therapist for his post traumatic stress disorder, amongst other things. Seto shook his head and tried to forget about the therapist and his adoptive father. Seto did not need anyone to love him, save for Mokuba. He did not need to love anyone, save for Mokuba. Frankly, as far as Seto was concerned, love from anyone else was dangerous and quite unwanted.
***
“This is love Seto,” Gozaburo grunted as he pounded in and out of the child Seto. “Love makes you weak, love makes you pathetic. If you ever tell me you love anyone ever again, you won’t be able to stand for a month.”
***
A chill went up Seto’s spine and he forced the memory to the back of his mind as he pulled into the parking lot behind Fall from Eden. He climbed out of his black Cadillac, and took a slow breath before strutting into the gay night club. No memories from the past were going to ruin the CEO’s night. With a last minute ruffle of his hair and a glance in his side mirror, Seto made certain that he looked nothing like himself. The illusion was complete, it was time to find this night’s company.
Prologue
prologue, ch 1-4, epilogue
Warnings: VERY brief mention of past rape italiced or *** as warnings
Exclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, for one thing I am Canadian not Japanese, and not wealthy. This is for fun. not profit.
He looked in the mirror and gave himself a mildly sadistic smile. Seto looked nothing like himself. His auburn hair was messy and he wore brown colored contacts over his normally piercing sapphire eyes. His slendour build and height were the same as ever with tight, low, black leather pants and an untucked royal blue satin shirt with the first few buttons undone accenting the light muscle to his build and gave the perfect aura of seduction. There would be no need for speech a few moves on the dance floor at Fall from Eden and Seto would get what he wanted. For a few hours the constant, crushing ache within Seto’s core would be filled. The ecstatic touch or drive of another being would give him a certain peace.
Mokuba had at first kept this ache away just by being there. His need of Seto for support gave the older Kaiba a reason and a passion in life; however now with little Mokuba in college and Kaiba Corps practically running itself there was little available in which Seto could bury himself in and thus forget the deep ache that had been a near constant since he was young.
When he was still a teenager Seto had found the growing emptiness impossible to fill. Mokuba had become increasingly anxious about his increasing coolness and sharp temper. In the end it was a fluke visit to Fall from Eden with a business client that had let to Seto’s first encounter with hot, anonymous sex. For just a little while Seto had felt his spirit lighter than he had since his and Mokuba’s natural father had been alive. Now years later Seto was deeply cemented in the habit of disguising himself and returning to Eden every time he visited North America. Otherwise he made do with the various gay clubs back in Japan, as long as they were not in Domino. It was pure luck that so many random strangers found him attractive; it was this luck that allowed Seto to spend a couple of hours on after these visits to Eden with his head in the clouds as some stranger drove them both into ecstasy. Seto never knew the faces of these men and from time to time things got a little out of had but Seto was confident in his abilities to take care of himself. He had always taken care of himself, even with Gozaburo. No one could take care of Seto but himself; and right now Seto was going to do just that.
When Mokuba had, on sheer accident, discovered Seto’s habit of sleeping with strange men he had immediately coerced his older brother into going to a sex therapist. Seto went to one session, and after the doctor informed his that his promiscuity was based on deep rooted attachment issues, and a subconscious need for love. Seto informed him that this would be their only session. Seto already had a therapist for his post traumatic stress disorder, amongst other things. Seto shook his head and tried to forget about the therapist and his adoptive father. Seto did not need anyone to love him, save for Mokuba. He did not need to love anyone, save for Mokuba. Frankly, as far as Seto was concerned, love from anyone else was dangerous and quite unwanted.
***
“This is love Seto,” Gozaburo grunted as he pounded in and out of the child Seto. “Love makes you weak, love makes you pathetic. If you ever tell me you love anyone ever again, you won’t be able to stand for a month.”
***
A chill went up Seto’s spine and he forced the memory to the back of his mind as he pulled into the parking lot behind Fall from Eden. He climbed out of his black Cadillac, and took a slow breath before strutting into the gay night club. No memories from the past were going to ruin the CEO’s night. With a last minute ruffle of his hair and a glance in his side mirror, Seto made certain that he looked nothing like himself. The illusion was complete, it was time to find this night’s company.