Pegasus laughed cruelly in Kaiba's face, roughly turning it to the side with one hand and keeping the other two pinned above his head. "You're not doing a very good job fighting me here...." He leaned down and licked Kaiba's cheek antagonizingly.

"Pegasus!" Seto's sapphire eyes darted about frantically, fear beginning to show in them and in his voice. "What the hell do you think you're DOING?! Get...get off me!" He pulled his wrists against Pegasus' hand, trying to break free. "You fucking drunk, I said get off!"

Pegasus merely squeezed his wrists tighter...digging his fingers in and hoping it hurt enough to bleed. "I don't know Kaiba what AM I doing?" He traced his tongue down to Kaiba's neck, licking teasingly near his jugular. "Don't you like it? Like me better when I'm drunk hmm?" Without warning he bit down viciously.

Seto gave a yelp of pain, the silver-haired drunk's action leaving a rather nasty looking bite mark on his neck. "You're being INSANE, that's what... And no, I don't like it!" He began to thrash about, wanting to knock the man off of him.

"Ah Kaiba you're not getting free anytime soon so enjoy what I'm giving you..." his free hand traveled down and began to undo Kaiba's shirt then stopped. "You know what? This is inconvenient. I'm taking you somewhere else to finish this. No you have a choice. You can be a good boy and follow me or I'll give you something to be afraid of? You don't want any nasty marks do you? Don't want anyone to find out about this and ruin your reputation? Then comply with my wishes. We're going to my mansion."

"Like HELL we are," growled the teen. He thought it over in his head. On one hand, he certainly wasn't the submissive type. Why would he ever go WILLINGLY with this drunken pedophile he hated anyway? On the other hand, however, was the prospect of everyone--not just Yuugi and all his little playmates, but everyone he passed by on the street, everyone who saw him--seeing something he didn't want them to. Things that would make them ask questions he would most likely never answer. He worked hard to make--and keep--his reputation. He could always try to cover up anything that might happen. Which he hoped didn't. This was so embarrassing, so pathetic, being held and touched and harmed by someone who had far more than 'one too many' drinks. "You can go on home," he declared. "I'm not going anywhere with you. I wouldn't even if you were sober."

Pegasus’ eye narrowed into a slit. "You're not coming? Think again." He grabbed Seto's face and ravaged his mouth, shoving his tongue deep inside the warm, wet entrance. He did not care that Seto was struggling like mad to be freed. He needed this more than ever now, and he was far too drunk to realize the horrific consequences.

Seto's eyes widened, feeling the slick tongue taste him. This was nuts, this was absolutely insane. He wasn't about to be taken by some drunken fool. Though it seemed he had little choice. The younger of the CEOs only struggled all the more at this intrusion.

When Pegasus was satisfied he pulled his mouth away and traced his tongue over his lips, tasting the remnants of the younger boy's saliva. "My my Kaiba...you're making an awful lot of commotion...if you don't settle down we'll have to do this right here, where anyone might see us." He smirked vindictively, enjoying the power he had. "Or is that what you want, people to see us?"

"...You twisted bastard," he spat lowly, glaring. "If you want us to go to your little hideaway, fine." Better not for others to see... Of course, he was constantly plotting his escape. If Pegasus thought he was just going to sit by and LET this happen, well, he was dead wrong. Before the night was through, the happy thought of having to cross a certain name off of his hit list crossed his mind. "Or maybe you could make this easier and let me go...but I don't see that happening anytime soon."

"Glad you're not getting your hopes up." How convenient...they were only a minute or so away from his mansion, and once they got there Pegasus was planning on making a trip straight to the dungeons. "Well Kaiba-boy..." he purred silkily, jerking Kaiba up and dusting off his shirt, "right this way." He didn't wait for an answer and yanked Kaiba's arm forwards, pulling him along like a rag doll. Pegasus wasn't a weakling, but when he was drunk he was usually stronger than most gave credit for.

Not one about to give up so easily, Seto continued to try and get his arms free of Pegasus' grip. Quite strong, which was unexpected. This only ended in, well, complete failure, as he was still not free by the time the two had reached the large mansion. It was even more grand than his own. "So, Pegasus, up to your plush bedroom? Which I'm sure is full of pink and fluff and cutesy stuff that would make any normal human being vomit. Or would you rather go to the wine cellar and get even more wasted than you already are?" Seto scoffed, still looking for a chance to escape. Perhaps a well placed kick would immobilize Pegasus enough to make his getaway. Or wear him out enough so he could get back use of his hands. But the time certainly wasn't now. He needed to wait for the opportune moment to present itself. If only that would happen sooner.

"Well I was going to make it a memorable experience for you, but since my room is going to be vomit-inducing I think I have a better idea." He pushed a hidden button on one of the large pillars by the entrance and a door opened to reveal a dark, dank hallway. Pegasus dragged Kaiba, who was still, amusingly enough, certain that he could get free. "Give it up already. If you had any chance of escaping it was outside." They continued down the hall until finally it ended up at the place Pegasus was looking for- the dungeon.

His breath caught in his throat for a moment. He had always hoped never to see a place like this again. The cold stone lining the walls, ceiling, and floor, the little rooms akin to jail cells with the metal bars and the chains. His eyes darted about before resting on the red suited businessman again. "Just what the hell...are you planning on doing?" he cautiously asked with hatred dripping within each word. There were many things one as insane as Pegasus could do, none of which were pleasant. The question, however, was rhetorical. It was all too obvious what he wanted. And that he was willing to do just about anything to get it.

Pegasus laughed, a harsh cold sound compared to the mellow softness of his usual voice. "What does it look like Kaiba? Didn't you ever learn...? Then again you're so frigid the most action you'll ever see is what I'm giving you tonight." He shoved the younger boy against a wall, and began to take off his coat.

"You'd best get your slimy hands OFF of me," threatened Seto, "or your brains are going to be splattered against that wall over there!" In the dank and the dark, he only wished there were others around now to stop this. He had managed to wrench a hand free and tried to take a swing at Pegasus, which, truth be told, was a little awkward in his position.

Pegasus easily caught the fist and twisted it threateningly. He wanted to hear Kaiba whimper, scream, moan, anything. His voice was as cold as ice and soft, which meant he was very volatile. If Seto continued his little antics, he'd be leaving with more than a few bruises and cuts. "You try anything like that again, and I'll have no hesitation to hit you. And I can hit harder."

The twist made him gasp in pain. The words were almost as painful. It was actually very frightening to hear the normally jovial Pegasus like this, which would mean he was capable of just about anything at the moment. It was best not to provoke him further. He merely growled, gritting his teeth.

Pegasus said nothing, satisfied that he'd won for the moment, and began where he left off, removing the CEO's coat, and now his shirt. Once they were both thrown carelessly on the floor he took Kaiba's wrists and locked them securely in a pair of silver handcuffs which were chained to the wall. His last chance to escape was gone, and there was no turning back now. Pegasus ignored the small distant voice in his head warning him to stop while he could. He gazed admiringly at the teen chained to the wall, in such a submissive position. He hated to admit it, but he almost felt sorry that it had to be this way...it wasn't what he wanted. He suddenly reached out a hand and stroked the smooth skin of Kaiba's beautiful face. He ignored the tears shining in his endless blue eyes, threatening to spill out at any moment.

Seto jerked his head away from the fingers. They were warm, stroking him softly, almost enticing. Much better when compared to his bare back against the stone, making him shudder. But that didn't make this whole situation any less unbearable. He was put in this position he could not get out of about to have god only knew what done to him. He wondered how he could have allowed this to happen to himself. For the second time, really, being a puppet of Pegasus. "Don't...don't touch me..." he ordered weakly, fear having grasped every part of him and showing in his quiet voice. "Please don't..."

Pegasus felt a twinge of sadness at the fact that he was about to hurt Seto so terribly...and then it was gone, for something so complex was hard to think of when he was so utterly drunk. He was thankful, for the time being. He denied Seto's request and slowly moved his fingers down from his face to his lean chest and lazily made patterns. "Skin like porcelain..." he murmured breathily in Seto's ear.

His whole body tensed. "S-stop! Don't do this, Pegasus, just stop!" This was going to drag on for quite some time. And while the only things in pain were his chained up wrists, he was sure there was going to be much more hurting as the night wore on. The only thing he could do was protest the man's actions and pray that some sense would be knocked into him at some point before something happened that they would both regret.

"Couldn't stop now if I wanted to..." he teasingly licked Kaiba's ear and let his hand wander down towards the belt buckle on Kaiba's leather pants. He removed the nuisance and unzipped the skin-tight things—how the hell could Seto always stand to wear them?—and let his hand wander inside. He was surprised to find boxers instead of bare skin, and resorted to lightly stroking Kaiba through them, trying spitefully to get him to make some form of pleasurable sound. As long as the liquor lasted and he could keep his delusional thoughts, those in which he convinced himself Kaiba was willingly doing this, he could continue.

He tried to keep in a moan, but found that he could not. As much as he hated this, as much as he hated Pegasus, and his situation, he was only human. A human having his nether regions pleased. Though he was shuddering in a pleased way, he managed to snarl, "Fuck you, Pegasus." Perhaps not the smartest thing he'd ever said, especially to the drunken man.

Pegasus's eye flashed, and he slapped Kaiba clear across the face. A thin trickle of blood appeared down the side of his mouth, and Pegasus eagerly licked it up, still working his hand down below. "Don't be so ungrateful...I know you like it." He stopped suddenly, wanting to see Kaiba struggle inwardly and outwardly. He wanted the boy to beg.

He could not stop his body from moving exactly as Pegasus wanted, desperately wanting more of the touch as if pleading for the motion to continue. The slap had left a throbbing red mark on his cheek. For a moment, it reminded him of being a child again, being hit ruthlessly by his adoptive father. Only nothing like this had happened during those years. He shut his eyes tightly, trembling all over. Maybe if Pegasus hit him hard enough, it would knock him unconscious so he wouldn't have to deal with this at the moment. Though it seemed like he was not going to be granted that. His body, his senses loved it, the new sensations, the close contact. But his heart and his head were screaming against it.

"Tell me you want it. Say it. I can already see it on you..." How tormenting it must be for Kaiba to be humiliated like this...but Pegasus continued under the pretense that Seto was apparently enjoying it. Nevermind the red mark on his cheek, the blood on his lip, and his eyes tightly squeezed shut, as if not seeing what was happening would make it go away. His body was shuddering violently, half of it convulsing in disgust and the other in pleasure. "Say it now..."

"...N-no...no, I won't...I can't..." His humiliation reached an all-time height when he felt a lone tear escape his eye, tracing a wet path down his cheek. He felt so helpless and weak, so pathetic, and so alone. He couldn't allow the man the pleasure of willingly play his sick game with him...could he? It might just make things easier if he just gave in. But he wouldn't, not just yet. "...I can't."

His other hand traveled up to his face and wiped the crystalline tear away. Beautiful, and so easily crushed. Just like Kaiba. His pride would not let him admit what he wanted, but pride is a fickle thing, and it could be worn down and ultimately destroyed. Seto was going to have to learn that sooner or later...why not now? "Say it. Now." This time it was an order, and a hint of impatience hardened his voice. "You can. You will. This isn't about your reputation, name, pride...none of that matters. Now say it."

He winced at the harsh tone the voice had gotten. "Why are you doing this?" Seto asked, wishing his voice sounded stronger. "Why are you doing this to me...? I don't...I never wanted this, don't you get it? You're just not sober enough to understand. I guess you're too drunk to get anything through your skull, huh?" Well, he'd certainly found his cocky attitude again.

"Why am I doing this? Because I've wanted to for a long time. And I'm not going to waste a perfect opportunity." He paused, realizing Seto's confidence was slowly coming back. "Now quit stalling, and say it. It doesn't cost me anything to hit you again." He let a finger rest gently on Seto's inner thigh, pressing in, only centimeters away from the area that needed attention most.

And as quickly as the attitude came, it fled again, pleasure filling his hazy gaze. This could go on all night, he realized. And he'd end up with many nasty bruises, and Pegasus would more than likely get what he wanted anyway. "I..." What was he doing? Should he give in? Should he keep on fighting? Was there a point in doing so anymore? "I...want this." He hung his head, ashamed. "Just...just do whatever you want..."

"Oh it won't be in vain I hope? I'll make sure you enjoy yourself...a bit." His hand resumed it's previous activities, stroking with much more vigor. His lips moved over to Kaiba's and met them, kissing and sucking, loving the taste of salty blood and saliva.

He regretted saying the words the moment he said them, now more than ever. Not that he thought the man would stop no matter what it was that he said. He moaned even more, feeling himself grow hard to Pegasus' pleasurable motions. He hated it. He loved it. He had no idea what to think of this.

Pegasus smiled inwardly, feeling Kaiba moan through the kiss. He was obviously so young and inexperienced....but he wasn't going to let that go without comment. Another round of humiliation then..."Are you a virgin Kaiba-boy? Hmm?"

Seto's cheeks flushed red from embarrassment. "Y-yes...why?" There were many things he prided himself in. Unlike many of the people he knew, his virginity was one of them. Perhaps because he felt himself too young to go about having wild orgies. Perhaps he felt nobody was good enough. Or that he wasn't good enough for anyone. Perhaps he just didn't think much about love in his busy schedule. Whatever the reason, he still was proud of this fact. Though it now only served as further humiliation.

"Aw you poor thing...missing on out on such a joy." He gave a well-placed squeeze to Seto's groin, feeling him get harder. He wasn't going to last much longer, but Pegasus was planning to drag this out as long as possible. He whispered once again in his ear sensually, "It's an honor to be the first one to take you then."

"NO!" He was now in full panic mode, breath quickening--or maybe that was because of the pressure down below--and frightened blue eyes widening. He groaned once before adding, "No, please, don't, I...I don't want..." Just what did he want, anyway? That, he wasn't quite certain of at the moment. "Please don't...please..."

"Ah...no no no no." If he could have, he'd have shaken a finger at him like a schoolteacher to a misbehaving boy. "You said I could do whatever I wanted, and I'll be damned if I don't." He let a finger slip inside Kaiba's boxers, hoping the shock of skin on skin would get a reaction. "You don't want this?" He stroked it loftily up and down Kaiba's hard length, slowly and teasingly. His voice grew softer and more seductive. "You don't like it?"

He groaned more, louder now, shaking against the teasing finger. He took short gasps of breath. "Bas...bastard...ah.." He could feel himself already start to come, though kept himself from doing so.

"What was that Kaiba-boy? Watch your mouth or I'll have to hurt you again." He pulled his hand away and started wriggling the god-awful tight pants off, with surprising ease. He felt Kaiba's body tremble, and his erection was hard to miss in the openness. He lowered his head and stuck out his tongue, giving an experimental lick up his shaft.

"Oh...g-god..." So much stimulation at once was overloading his senses. It was so much, almost too much. He loved it, had to have more, logic be damned. It was disgusting, it was vile, it went against everything he had said lately. And yet here he was. "M-more...god...oh god..." Begging for more. Practically submitting to Pegasus. Handing himself over to the twisted fiend.

Pegasus had no comment this time, and simply took Kaiba fully into his mouth. He sucked softly at first, almost detached, then harder and quicker, his tongue tracing circles round and around his length, arousing more and more moans from Seto. Any moment and he'd be over the edge...

He could not take any more. The wet mouth sucking at him, even his own moans enthralled him, aroused him all the more. He finally released into Pegasus' mouth, panting hard and going limp afterwards. He felt dirty, tainted, ashamed, but it felt so good.

Pegasus licked off every last drop of Kaiba's liquid, thinking of how he was the first one to ever see him like this, to make him feel such sensations and pleasure. He smiled satisfactorily and licked his lips once more. "Did you enjoy that?"

Seto had no answer. He merely closed his eyes again, keeping the tears back again. He did. He did enjoy it. So much that it made him feel sick. He enjoyed and despised it so much. It was twisting him up inside, so much so that he feared he would not be able to untangle himself once this was over.

"Aww....don't play coy...I want an answer my dear. Did you enjoy it? Or should I take your silence as gratitude?" He'd get an answer one way or another. He stood up and stared down at the boy. He looked tired, pitiful, alone, and disgusted. And yet still so beautiful, beautiful in his suffering. What would become of him when this was all over? And when would it be over? Pegasus suddenly realized how he'd been ignoring himself this whole time. That'd have to change soon...

He thought of not answering. And then promptly decided against it. Though he did not answer yes or no, he decided to be cocky again. "Maybe YOU enjoyed it, you twisted little fuck. I'm sure you do this to all the pathetic people you capture against their will. And you just enjoy yourself and have a gay ol' time while the people you're tormenting are suffering. Is that what you enjoy about it?"

Pegasus merely shook his head and laughed. "I do enjoy it. I want to see you suffer some more. Then you can thank yourself for whatever mess you end up in. I know you enjoyed it, you goddamn whore. And I'll make you feel like that again, just to show you I can." He grabbed something off of a metal stool nearby. It glinted against the dim lights, just enough to be identified as a knife.

"And what the hell are you planning on doing with THAT?!" Seto was thoroughly frightened again. A madman with a knife that you've just majorly ticked off was usually NOT a good thing. The chains against the stone wall made echoing sounds through the room as he struggled a little again, fearing what might happen to him now.

"Well Kaiba-boy...you keep on incensing me. I think I deserve a bit of revenge you know?" He examined the knife closely....as if he'd never seen one before. Then suddenly he was on Seto, making little marks down his chest. "Every. Little. Thing. You. Say. I. Take. Seriously." With each word he cut a bit, and soon the blood began to flow freely.

He cried out in surprise and in pain. The gleaming knife sliced into his flesh, it's reflective surface soon smeared with opaque red blood. All the little cuts added up to much pain in his chest. He felt the warm rosy liquid make its way down, tracing along muscles, down his abdomen, down all along his body. "Ah! St...stop..." Maybe it would be better if he kept his mouth closed for once.

Pegasus lifted the knife and licked the blood clean, then moved over to Seto's chest. His hair tickled along down as he went to each cut, stopped, sucked what he could and moved down to the next. When he had visited each one, which would definitely be leaving some nasty scars, he smiled, looking vampiric with bits of blood smeared across his lips. "Oh Seto, I fell ignored.....this whole time I haven't gotten one ounce of pleasure. I think I deserve it though, don't you? You give some, you take some correct?"

"I don't think you deserve ANYthing, you bastard," he growled, shuddering at the sight of the red upon Pegasus' lips. "Don't fucking TOUCH me again, especially with whatever the hell your perverted mind is cooking up."

"Do you ever learn?" Pegasus was about to set the knife down then gave it one last use, lightly scraping along a freshly opened cut. It was obviously painful, which is exactly what he wanted. Once a fair amount of blood collected- so much that it dripped down on the floor with an oddly echoing sound, Pegasus wiped it away with his tongue, then kissed Seto once more, letting him taste his own blood. Meanwhile he took off his suit, wouldn't want it to get spoiled of course, then pulled away and turned Seto backwards against the wall.

Again, the haughty tone of Seto's quickly faded. It was all too obvious what was to happen now. "Wait...wait, stop! P-please, don't....please!" Now that he couldn't even see what Pegasus was doing--although he was sure he didn't wish to--he felt nervous sweat form on his forehead, eyes darting about frantically. "No, d-don't, don't do this..."

Pegasus didn't answer, merely thrust his hips forward, plunging into Seto's tight entrance. It was painfully obvious how much of a virgin he was, and Pegasus could see blood beginning to mix with the white fluids.

A scream tore its way up Seto's throat, his cries echoing many times off of the cold stone. The tears that he had been trying so desperately to hold back spilled from his eyes. It was blinding pain, his vision blurring. Coherent thought was impossible in this state, only the hope that it would be over very quickly.

Pegasus realized suddenly the pain it must have caused and reached around with a hand, grabbing Seto between the legs, hoping to relieve it, but more than anything to stop hearing the screams. They made something inside him feel maniacal, and vile, something that no matter how drunk he was got to him. He pumped up and down with his hand, and found himself suddenly at a climax, yelling out Seto's name as he pumped in and out of the entrance riding each and every last wave of pleasure.

This did nothing to end Seto's pain. The screaming did eventually die down, but that was only because his voice was giving out. He found himself out of breath, throat rough, still feeling like he was being torn apart by Pegasus. It was torture. Beyond anything else he had ever experienced. And more damaging in both a physical and psychological sense than anything ever done to him before. His cheeks were still wet with the salty substance. His own yelling reverberated in his ears, as did Pegasus' passionate cries. He just wanted it all to stop. He just wanted to fade away.

Pegasus waited a few moments to catch his breath before pulling out. Blood and semen was everywhere. He found Kaiba's mouth and met his lips one last time, as if in an apology or goodbye kiss, or perhaps both.
After this, he knew the boy would hate him for good. He wished it wasn't so, but it was really both of their faults...Kaiba's pestering, his drunken rage...
Once the kiss was over he undid the cuffs on Seto's arms, feeling even worse when he saw the strain marks on his wrists.

Seto fell in a heap onto the freezing ground, which was warmed a little by the blood that had been dripping onto it. He got up onto his knees weakly, whimpering, sobbing. Why did this happen to him? Wounded, weakened, humiliated, hated. He lost something he held dear to him, and in a very violent and cruel way. He wrapped his arms around his abdomen tightly, hunched over low. He felt so empty inside. Perhaps he was nothing more than a whore.
It was insulting, it was vile, it was unnecessary. He vaguely wondered if he was responsible for this. Probably. Wasn't it he, afterall, who drove Pegasus to getting so drunk in the first place? And insulted him constantly, making it only worse. He shuddered all over with each shaky breath he took.

Pegasus felt such sadness looking at the empty shell that lie on his knees in front of him. What had he done? Why had he let himself do it? Drunk or not, there's always a point of realization that something is wrong...had he passed it and gone ahead anyway? He had completely ruined Seto's life, and things would never be the same again. But he wouldn't let Seto know. He couldn't. Seto never knew how he felt, and he wasn't going to want to now.

"I guess you'll be leaving now? There's a limo out front waiting for you." He picked up the heap of Kaiba's clothes and tossed them in front of him, wincing when they hit the blood and stained his shirt. "If you'll excuse me, I have some business to attend to. Good night Kaiba-boy. And thank you." As he walked away, he made sure Seto couldn't hear his whisper of, "I'm so sorry..."

He didn't move until he could no longer hear the footsteps echo as Pegasus walked away. Walking away and just leaving him there, like some plaything he'd had his fill of for the moment. At least he was letting him leave. He wasn't sure if he wanted to. Sure, leave this god forsaken place and leave the clutches of this drunken pervert, but he wasn't sure he wanted to go out and be thrust into the world again. He gathered up his clothing, pulling it on, as silly as he felt doing so. The blood stain on the shirt only made him quiver in fear and disgust more. He managed to get to his feet and limped out of the dungeons. When he had reached the lobby of Pegasus' mansion, he didn't see the man anywhere. He was thankful for that. Outside, there was indeed a limo waiting to take him. Keeping his head low, bangs shadowing his saddened, tear-filled eyes, he climbed inside. The limo took off into the night, driving toward the Kaiba mansion.

"I feel cold
Facing the darkness
The light's gone away
Deep in his castle he said
All land'll be mine
There's one thing for sure
The triumph of shadow is near
Deep in his castle they sang
We shall not rest
Until all will be thyne"

Blind Guardian-“A Dark Passage”