I can handle him on my own. Spend time with Mutou. I'm sure both of you wouldn't mind that.
It's Friday. Mokuba could afford to spend time with someone who he liked, and Yuugi could play the role of babysitter, because Seto's not really interested in having Mokuba around while he's dealing with the inevitable indigestion that comes with whatever Pegasus wants to eat. It's annoying. The man always wants to make their meetings an experience, and today he'd booked a fancy omakase dinner, where inevitably, he'd coax Seto to drink as well.
Annoying. He just wants to ply more time out of his contract, and Kaiba won't allow it!
Once it begins to get dark, Seto dismisses Isono. Generally, he wouldn't do that, but he hates to present anything but an immovable fortress with nothing bolstering it when it came to Pegasus J. Crawford.
That's all it was.
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And as it turned out, that was not a good move. By the end of the dinner, and their discussions, Seto's trembling. Something didn't feel right. He felt...wrong.
The meal sat in his belly like an immovable stone, satisfying no need at all. Pegasus had been insistent...so insistent that he not leave anything behind. He'd encouraged Kaiba to indulge, because isn't that what young people do?
So he had. He'd had more than two glasses of plum wine at that, and it settled just as poorly as the rest of what he'd eaten.
Despite it, he feels colder than usual, as if it was he who was coming down with something this time, and not Yuugi.
Of course, Pegasus had offered to bring him home. Isono could surely pick up Kaiba's car in the morning, it was no trouble! No trouble at all!
As he's driven to the mansion, Seto's vaguely aware of how his shoulder hurts, as if something had struck him there. He doesn't remember...had he fallen? He was pretty drunk, wasn't he? He felt it.
Despite the quality of the vehicle Pegasus had rented for his time here, every bump felt positively miserable. Kaiba looks miserable during the car ride.
And, well...Pegasus was a gentleman, wasn't he? He accommodates the young Kaiba heir by carrying him to the door, and Seto only offers a quiet groan of complaint, one that's hushed with Pegasus's quiet tone as he cajoles Kaiba to open the door and let him in, to let him carry the young man up to his room, then to his bathroom, where at last, Kaiba can take no more. The nausea is unbearable.
Pegasus seemed to know, of course, what would happen. He often did! That's why he leaves Kaiba alone in the bathroom with the door closed, leaving him to empty his stomach, while he himself takes a seat on Kaiba's bed, his personal bed, as if he belonged there.
He likes it here. There's so many memories contained in this room, isn't there? The encyclopedias. The games. The collectibles. Even the collar stuffed between some books, that Kaiba should have thrown away years ago, but hadn't, as a reminder of what he'd overcome.
When the sounds in the bathroom quiet, Pegasus goes to fetch Seto, cleaning him up and without any real permission, stripping off his shirt. There's a mark on his shoulder, standing out stark on skin so pale, paler than usual. No, that won't do, will it?
He lays the semi-conscious Kaiba on the bed, then presses a lasting, but gentle kiss upon the bruise there, until it seems to lessen into nothing.
"Good boy," he purrs, thumbing Kaiba's forehead with a fondness that, at any other time, he'd balk against. But as Pegasus pushed his bangs back, revealing his entire face, Kaiba only let out a soft groan of pain. "Still trembling, though. Don't worry~ Just remember what we discussed! And we'll talk again in two days, once you've slept it off~"
He strokes his thumb across Kaiba's forehead once, twice, then leaves him to his own devices. So thin...so light. It's a little concerning, Pegasus has to admit. He's nothing like the man he'd seen six months ago. It's a pity.
But as he exits the manor, he thinks to himself: Not a pity for long.
Kaiba falls into a fitful sleep, shivering and curled up above the covers. Sometime around 5 in the morning, he stirs, but doesn't move. He's cold, so cold, and he has no idea why. What had happened?
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It's Friday. Mokuba could afford to spend time with someone who he liked, and Yuugi could play the role of babysitter, because Seto's not really interested in having Mokuba around while he's dealing with the inevitable indigestion that comes with whatever Pegasus wants to eat. It's annoying. The man always wants to make their meetings an experience, and today he'd booked a fancy omakase dinner, where inevitably, he'd coax Seto to drink as well.
Annoying. He just wants to ply more time out of his contract, and Kaiba won't allow it!
Once it begins to get dark, Seto dismisses Isono. Generally, he wouldn't do that, but he hates to present anything but an immovable fortress with nothing bolstering it when it came to Pegasus J. Crawford.
That's all it was.
---
And as it turned out, that was not a good move. By the end of the dinner, and their discussions, Seto's trembling. Something didn't feel right. He felt...wrong.
The meal sat in his belly like an immovable stone, satisfying no need at all. Pegasus had been insistent...so insistent that he not leave anything behind. He'd encouraged Kaiba to indulge, because isn't that what young people do?
So he had. He'd had more than two glasses of plum wine at that, and it settled just as poorly as the rest of what he'd eaten.
Despite it, he feels colder than usual, as if it was he who was coming down with something this time, and not Yuugi.
Of course, Pegasus had offered to bring him home. Isono could surely pick up Kaiba's car in the morning, it was no trouble! No trouble at all!
As he's driven to the mansion, Seto's vaguely aware of how his shoulder hurts, as if something had struck him there. He doesn't remember...had he fallen? He was pretty drunk, wasn't he? He felt it.
Despite the quality of the vehicle Pegasus had rented for his time here, every bump felt positively miserable. Kaiba looks miserable during the car ride.
And, well...Pegasus was a gentleman, wasn't he? He accommodates the young Kaiba heir by carrying him to the door, and Seto only offers a quiet groan of complaint, one that's hushed with Pegasus's quiet tone as he cajoles Kaiba to open the door and let him in, to let him carry the young man up to his room, then to his bathroom, where at last, Kaiba can take no more. The nausea is unbearable.
Pegasus seemed to know, of course, what would happen. He often did! That's why he leaves Kaiba alone in the bathroom with the door closed, leaving him to empty his stomach, while he himself takes a seat on Kaiba's bed, his personal bed, as if he belonged there.
He likes it here. There's so many memories contained in this room, isn't there? The encyclopedias. The games. The collectibles. Even the collar stuffed between some books, that Kaiba should have thrown away years ago, but hadn't, as a reminder of what he'd overcome.
When the sounds in the bathroom quiet, Pegasus goes to fetch Seto, cleaning him up and without any real permission, stripping off his shirt. There's a mark on his shoulder, standing out stark on skin so pale, paler than usual. No, that won't do, will it?
He lays the semi-conscious Kaiba on the bed, then presses a lasting, but gentle kiss upon the bruise there, until it seems to lessen into nothing.
"Good boy," he purrs, thumbing Kaiba's forehead with a fondness that, at any other time, he'd balk against. But as Pegasus pushed his bangs back, revealing his entire face, Kaiba only let out a soft groan of pain. "Still trembling, though. Don't worry~ Just remember what we discussed! And we'll talk again in two days, once you've slept it off~"
He strokes his thumb across Kaiba's forehead once, twice, then leaves him to his own devices. So thin...so light. It's a little concerning, Pegasus has to admit. He's nothing like the man he'd seen six months ago. It's a pity.
But as he exits the manor, he thinks to himself: Not a pity for long.
Kaiba falls into a fitful sleep, shivering and curled up above the covers. Sometime around 5 in the morning, he stirs, but doesn't move. He's cold, so cold, and he has no idea why. What had happened?
Why can't he remember anything about the dinner?