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Small Favors	By : tethysnephthys Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5325 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A.N.: Heh, so how many months has it been? Sorry for taking so long. Between the election and college and all, I�ve hardly had time to write. By the way, the double chapter 11 thing was a mistake. I saw some errors in 11 that had to be fixed, and I accidentally added the revision as a new chapter instead of replacing the old chapter 11. Anyways, feel free to comment! I still don�t own Yu-Gi-Oh.

Seto sat on his knees by the side of the bed, naked except for the leather, d-ring adorned straps on his ankles, wrists, and neck. Toyoshima was a bit late, as he frequently was, but it did not worry Seto anymore. Toyoshima got all his pleasure out of making people miserable; the trick was not to react. He could see Toyoshima getting bored with him, almost wanting it to be over so he could move on to some new toy.

After a few more minutes, Toyoshima finally ambled into the room in his plush red robe. He stood at the doorway looking at Seto appraisingly, displeased with his lack of emotion.

�Last night, eh, Kaiba?�

Seto nodded.

�Maybe . . . maybe I should just let you go. You bore me.�

He watched Seto carefully. Not even a hint of joy to kill. Of course he would not give Seto even this one night. Toyoshima shook his head and motioned for a servant to shut the door. Dully, he walked in front of Seto and dropped his robe, imagining that it was not Seto there, but the blonde boy. When the new toy was here, how would he be in Seto�s position? Shivering and frightened? Willful and resistant?

Toyoshima grabbed Seto�s hair, trying and failing to mentally replace the complacent reaction with struggling and tears. Maybe he should have let Seto go, or passed him off to someone else. He looked down at Seto, wondering how he was getting through this so calmly. Maybe he was imagining someone else, too. At last, a smile crept across Toyoshima�s face. Of course Seto was imagining someone else. And who might that be? The new toy, Jounouchi Katsuya. He knew Seto would not have gone to such extremes to protect a mere servant, or even a friend. Now he knew exactly what that boy was to Seto, and the long period of service he could get out of him.

With a disturbing grin that actually shook Seto out of his calm for a moment, Toyoshima shoved Seto away and nearly ran towards the walk-in closet in the corner of the room. He opened the door wide and grabbed a leash from a nearby hook. Seto tried hard not to tremble. He had seen the inside of that closet before. Seto had been so broken after that night that his business acquaintances began to ask questions, so he had never been brought there again. All of Toyoshima�s best, or rather, worst, toys were hidden away there. Seto may as well have given up any appearance of composure; Toyoshima was not really seeing him anymore. Toyoshima�s only thoughts were of covering his favorite instruments with a fresh coat of the Seto�s blood, then doing the same with Jounouchi before it dried.

* * *

Jou looked at the clock. Someone was knocking on his door.

�Keep your shirt on, I�m comin�.�

Still half asleep, Jou managed to groggily amble towards the door and yank it open, only to find himself staring at a well-groomed, handsome young man flanked by two hulking bodyguards. Jou stared at the man. Dark brown hair and eyes, a face that would have turned his head under other circumstances, and somehow he looked . . . familiar. The man smiled.

�Good morning, Mr. Jounouchi. I apologize for waking you at this hour, but I�m afraid you must come with us.�

He frowned a little. �You may dress first.�

Jou stood dumbly in the doorway.

�What?�

�My employer requests your presence at his estate.�

Jou stared at him in disbelief.

�Who the hell do you think you are? I don�t care what your employer requests, he can just shove it! It�s two in the goddamned morning!�

The man looked at Jou like he was a naughty child.

�Now, now, I had hoped you would come along willingly, but Mr. Toyoshima has allowed me to use force if necessary.�

He nodded towards the men behind him and waited for the message to sink in. Jou blanched and tried to slam the door, but one of the bodyguards held it open. Within moments they had him gagged and held securely between them. The man, Toyoshima�s most trusted right-hand man, in fact, shook his head. �You see, now we�ll have to bring you in your underwear. Very undignified.�

Poor kid.

The man walked quickly back down the hall, and the bodyguards followed him. He wanted to get back in time to rest before he was called again. These days, he needed all the sleep he could get.

* * *

Had it only been seven hours since he had last lain in this bed, safe and comfortable? Jou buried his face in the pillow. Maybe it was just a dream. Maybe he had never left Toyoshima�s mansion; maybe he was dreaming even now. Or was Toyoshima just a nightmare? He was too tired, too broken, to try to find the reality in all this. In such a vivid dream, did it matter?

The blood was real, seeping from wounds that he had rubbed raw under hot water a thousand times. The bruises, the burns, all the tender marks covering him inside and out. Marks. Jou shuddered. He was marked. The words brought up an image of Toyoshima�s name being burned into his skin. That wasn�t right, though.

No, Toyoshima had burned his very essence into Jou�s body. Jou�s heart clenched and he shot up off the bed. He was standing under the hot water again, tricking himself into believing he was clean. Here, he could think more clearly. Here, he might dare to think of the future. How to go about his daily life, what to tell Seto. Try as he might, he couldn�t attach any hate to the name, though he probably had more reason to now than he ever had.

For Seto, he went against all instinct and gave in to Toyoshima. For Seto, he let the bad guy win. For Seto, he was Toyoshima�s until the man grew tired of him, until he was dull and used up and destroyed beyond repair. Then, he would be no one�s. Not his anymore, not Seto�s, not anyone�s ever. Then he would crawl up forever in some corner of his mind until his body died and rotted.

Jou couldn�t even work up the spirit to be angry with himself for giving up. All he had gone through, all his trouble, just to give in to some rich pervert. He would be tempted to give in completely and leave this ruined shell behind if it wouldn�t just put Seto in this same Hell. What Jou really wanted was to go back to his time of innocence, before he knew just how corrupt a human could be. Oh, sure, he had read about child molesters and rapists and murderers, about the demonic leaders of the past and present, but now he had experienced it, now he understood. And to think he had supposed himself so experienced and capable when he left Seto in his bed and presented himself to Toyoshima. It was almost funny.

Jou was on the bed again, all thoughts of plans forgotten. If he didn�t give up himself, he had to give up Seto. If he gave up Seto, he was giving up himself. His thoughts lost any touch of coherence, and he drifted into sleep. Mere sleep gave way to dreams, dreams gave way to nightmares, and somewhere Jou wondered if he would ever have a peaceful dream again.
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