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Rent to Own	By : Sparks Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 19912 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Author's note: Yes, this is the most groan-worthy title yet. I couldn't resist.... and neither does Joey.

So Joey thought about it on her couch.

He thought about it until he drifted off to sleep - at least, that's what he figured must have happened when the scenery suddenly changed.

He found himself in a dimly-lit room, bathed in an eerie red light that didn't seem to come from anywhere - instead it simply hung in the air, much like the smell of sex that threatened to smother him. The bed beneath him was different from the dirty mattress in his room, or Mai's lumpy sofa - the sheets felt like satin, caressing his bare skin...

Wait. ...Bare skin?

As Joey was realizing that he was completely nude, a familiar face leaned over him.

It was his own face. "Welcome back, slut," The Other Joey smiled, stroking his chest. His nails, long like a woman's, lightly scraped over Joey's skin. He shivered. The Other Joey smiled even wider. "Miss me?"

"What the fuck do you want?" Joey growled as he moved to sit up - only to be pushed back down as his copy climbed on top of him.

"Don't ask silly questions, whore," His Other Self replied, running his fingers through Joey's hair. He smelled of musk and sandalwood, and looked slightly less transparent than before. "We both want the same thing, after all. Why fight when we can.... team up?"

That choice of words would have sounded dirty even if it hadn't come from the mouth of a naked, body-pierced sex slave version of himself.

Joey wrinkled his nose. "And what do we both want, creepo?"

"Master, of course." the collared blonde rolled his eyes. "Stop acting like you don't know. You're only making this harder on yourself - not that I usually mind making things hard." He slid himself back a bit, making room for his hands to travel down to Joey's nipples, a glint of self-satisfaction flashing in his eyes as the other boy gasped. Other Joey continued his assault, pinching and twisting as he continued to speak. "I'm a part of you, slut. We're the same. Not like your little friend and his Pharaoh hanger-on. We were, and SHOULD be one, body and soul. There's soooo much more we could be doing together." His dark, dilated eyes ran over Joey's body like a cat with a canary under his paws. Hungry. Smug. Predatory.

It felt fantastic. "No thanks." Joey turned his head away. "Not interested."

"Hmmph. Hard way it is, then," the copy shrugged and leaned forward, chest-to-chest with his prey. The bells of his piercings pressed uncomfortably into Joey's skin as he reached up to grab something.

Joey realized all too late that the 'something' was a pair of handcuffs. "Hey, what is this??" He yanked at the restraints, only to feel them clank against the headboard. "Where the hell is this, anyway?? This isn't my soul room!"

"No, it isn't," Other Joey agreed, sitting up to straddle Joey's thighs. "...Technically. You've seen this place, though. From the other side at least..." he snapped his fingers, and 2 more figures approached from out of the darkness. "Get his legs."

Joey tried to struggle, but with his body incapacitated from the knees up, he had no chance to resist as 2 sets of hands grabbed at his feet and clamped a cuff on each ankle, chaining him to the bed. "Lemme go!!" he shouted, squirming ineffectually against the chains.

The Other Joey remained calm, keeping his position perched atop Joey's legs and continuing as if they were talking over the breakfast table. "You know, I've been keeping busy since last night," he began, running his hands through his blonde hair - it seemed even longer today, nearly brushing his shoulders. "Trying to figure things out. I still can't open the door, but I realized something."

"Uh-huh." Joey really didn't want to know. He just wanted to wake up. He tried to stretch his neck, to look for an exit, but the light was too dim; the cuffs too tight.

"That, this being YOUR mind, it's a lot easier to bring YOU in... than it is to let ME out. So, I thought I'd let you meet a few of my...friends," The doppleganger smirked as the 2 figures stepped close enough for Joey to see them.

Kaiba.

More specifically, two Kaibas, from Joey's myriad fantasies. They looked basically the same as the real Seto, but each with a dash of artistic license.

The Seto Kaiba on the left was from one of Joey's more 'romantic' (some would say 'delusional') fantasies, one Joey hadn't let himself think about for a long time. He wore a simple pair of jeans and a light blue t-shirt, and his eyes were softer, warmer than Joey had ever seen in real life. "Don't worry, puppy," he whispered, stroking Joey's hair. "I won't let anyone hurt you." The small smile on his lips widened. "Unless you ask us to, of course."

The Seto Kaiba on the right, on the other hand, was from a... darker fantasy. "He will," the cold-eyed brunette sniffed. This Kaiba was dressed in tight, black leather pants and a black silk shirt that hung almost completely open. He ran a leather-gloved hand down Joey's side, more like an owner examining livestock than a lover's touch. "He loves it when we hurt him... isn't that right, you little bitch?" he punctuated the question with a rough slap to Joey's flank.

"No!!" Joey protested, again attempting to pull his hands free.

"Sorry slut," The Other Joey interrupted. "I've SEEN those daydreams of yours. I know he's telling the truth. Hell, who do you think gave me THESE?" The copy's hands ran up his torso to toy with his nipple-rings. The bells lilted in Joey's ears. "Can't blame you for dreaming them up. They feel so good..." his expression went dreamy as he got caught up in his own pleasure.

The 'romantic' Kaiba noticed Joey's look of disgust. "You're beautiful with or without them," Good-Seto said, reaching up to squeeze Joey's hand.

"He's more beautiful when he's mewling like the pathetic slut he is," Bad-Seto snorted.

Other Joey laughed, his collar tag swaying lightly as he tossed his head back. "Boys, boys. We're all on the same side here." He turned back to his captive, smirking down on his host. "So how do you want to do this?"

"Do WHAT?" Joey yanked at his restraints yet again.

"Well, do you want one of them first, or both at once, like we talked about? or..." the smile on the apparition's face was terrifying. "WE could have a bit of fun together, while you're here."

"How about none of the above, asshole!" All Joey had to do was wake up. Just wake up...

"Seto, shut this whiny bitch up before I do it the hard way," Dark-Seto ordered. His gentler counterpart nodded, a sympathetic look in his eyes. "I'm sorry baby," he said, gently taking Joey's head in one hand as he produced a ball-gag in the other. "But I promise we'll take good care of you." He dropped a soft, tender kiss on Joey's forehead after fastening the gag, ignoring the muted shouts of protest.

"Hmmm. I thought after that chat he had with his slutty friend that he'd be a bit more open to some fun, but looks like we have no choice." The Other Joey sighed, "Welp, first thing's first." He climbed off of Joey and moved to stand beside Good-Seto. "I need something to work with," he said, indicating the limpness resting between Joey's legs. "Would you mind doing the honors?"

"My pleasure,"Good-Seto replied, climbing onto the bed. "Relax, Joey," he whispered, leaning in to kiss the blonde's neck. His soft brown hair tickled at Joey's face, the clean scent of his shampoo almost like an oasis against the heady stench of sex in the room. "I just wanna make you feel good," he exhaled hotly in Joey's ear, making the boy shiver involuntarily.

Joey squeezed his eyes shut. Somehow, he knew he had to fight, even as the fantasy-Kaiba's hand slid down to caress his stomach, which fluttered at the sensation. He cursed himself when a small moan escaped him - even more when he heard Bad-Seto and the Other Him chuckle in response. Desperate, he tried reciting multiplication tables in his head. (One times one is one... One times two is...fuck... two...)

"Love you so much," Good-Seto murmured between kisses. His fingers moved to Joey's sides, stroking his body from just below his arms, all the way down to his thighs. "So beautiful.," he breathed, just before wrapping his soft lips around one of Joey's nipples. (One... times four is... four...) As Seto caught the hardened nub between his teeth and began flickering his tongue over it, the blonde moaned around the gag again.

"He's blushing already! Fucking pussy," the black-clad Seto snorted. He turned to speak to their host. "Let me do this, Mutt. I know what he REALLY needs -- to be treated like the slut he is."

The response was nigh unintelligible thanks to the gag, but the intonation made it quite clear that Joey was saying "FUCK YOU."

"He's not playing nice, is he?" Other Joey frowned, toying absentmindedly with his piercings. "I was hoping he wouldn't need so much convincing."

"Mutt. You want to try that experiment we were talking about?" Dark-Seto asked, lighting the slave-boy's face up with excitement.

"You're right! Let's give it a try," he nodded. "Seto, honey -- let's give Seto a turn next," he said, putting a hand on Light-Seto's shoulder.before walking away to retrieve something.

Reluctantly, the gentler of the 2 brunettes lifted his face from Joey's chest. "Alright. Just don't hurt him too much," he sighed, rolling off the bed. He moved to the back, out of Joey's line of sight, A few seconds later, Joey felt warm, gentle hands clasping his own shackled ones. "It's ok, Joey," Good-Seto said. "I'm right here. You're safe."

Joey found himself so scared, he actually squeezed Seto's hands back. He felt the brunette's thumbs rubbing soft, comforting circles. Joey remembered that sensation from a daydream he'd let himself indulge in back when his sister was sick. Somehow, that fantasy of Kaiba sitting next to him, clutching his hand in the hospital waiting room, was more embarrassing than any of his more sexual thoughts.

But any relief the touch had brought him quickly disappeared when Joey saw his Other Self approaching -- straight razor in hand. The long-haired boy passed it over to Bad-Seto, who was rolling up his sleeves. "If you stay still like a good slut, this won't hurt,"he grunted, resting one gloved hand on Joey's stomach and pulling the skin taut.

A few seconds later, Joey heard the scritch-scratch of the blade quickly made short work of his pubic hair. He whimpered a few protests, but otherwise kept still, watching the gleaming blade nervously as it ran over his mound.

"Seems like a shame, the carpet matching the drapes and all, but a slut like this deserves it," Other Joey laughed, running his hands over his own hairless skin. He was completely bald from the neck down, himself.

"He likes it this way anyway," Bad-Seto said, reaching lower to tug at Joey's sack. "Fucking whore used to fantasize about me doing this all the time. Didn't you, bitch?" He looked up at Joey smugly as he blew some hairs stuck to the blade free with a quick puff of air.

A hot tear ran down Joey's cheek. He was too embarrassed -- and scared of getting cut down there -- to even fight anymore. (Three times two is six... three times three is...nine...Oh god oh god oh godohgod...) He waited, submissively, as the cold-eyed brunette finished shaving him, even lifting his ass from the bed to give the "evil" Seto better access. It was humiliating, but.... (No. No buts. Three times four is twelve.... three... three? Oh god)

"Well, would you look at that," His Other Half commented as he brushed away the leftover bits of hair. "Bald as a grade schooler... and hard as a rock." He pressed down a bit on the head of Joey's erection and laughed gleefully when it sprang back upwards. "TOLD you you were a slut!"

Even without the gag, Joey would have been speechless. (What the fuck is WRONG with me?!) his mind screamed. He squeezed his eyes shut, unwilling to watch. (Four times five is... fuck, was it three times five? UGH!)

"Eyes open, bitch." The command was punctuated by a hard slap from Bad-Seto's gloved hand. Joey tasted copper in his mouth as he dazedly complied.

He opened his eyes to see his doppleganger resting between his legs, admiring the now-hairless, and very aroused, span of flesh there. "Veeeeery nice. Now, before we see how our little experiment works out, we certainly can't let a nice, hard cock like this go to waste, can we?"

Those were the last words The Other Joey said before wrapping his lips around Joey's dick, engulfing him down to the root.

"MMmmphh!!! Mmphhaaa..." Joey protested through the gag, but it was hard to protest through that maddening surge of pleasure. (Four times 2 is eight.... Eight... I mean, four times 3 is...fuckfuckfuck)

Light-Seto looked down at Joey sympathetically. "Can I take off the gag now?"

Dark-Seto shrugged. "Why not? Might be fun to hear that little bitch scream."

Good-Seto frowned at the insult, but reached down to unbuckle the strap. "Here you go baby," he cooed as he pulled the gag away. "That feel better?"

(No, you fucker, it'll feel better when you take off these cuffs!) was what Joey wanted to say. What came out was "Ahhh.....nggghh...." and a long trail of drool.

(That's it, slut.) Other Joey looked him in the eye the entire time, a playful glint in his dark eyes as he bobbed his head up and down on Joey's rod. (You like that, don't you, slut?) - Even with his mouth full, Other Joey's voice rang out in Joey's mind, clear as day. (I bet you can't wait to cum all over your own face.)

Oh, fuck, that sounded hot---"NO!!" Joey protested, but somehow his struggles were becoming thrusts, deep and hard and straight into that hot, eager mouth. His mouth. "Oh god..." he whimpered, rolling his hips desperately.

"Shhh... It's ok to enjoy it, Joey," Good-Seto said, stroking his hair. (Are you just afraid of feeling good?) Mai's words echoed after him. Maybe he was. Why was he afraid?

"I.... don't...." (Four times one is four. Four times two...is....) "Ahhh!!" So good. It felt SO good...

"Give it up! This is who you are, whore," Bad-Seto smirked. "Everything in this room is YOUR fantasy."

"No...ahhhh.... mmn... 'Mnot.... a whore," Joey groaned, no longer noticing or caring that his copy had stopped moving, and he was simply ramming his own cock down his throat. The Other Joey's saliva felt so good on his newly-bare skin... perfect for a-- "No...."

For a moment, the doppleganger looked up at Good-Seto, his dark eyes twinkling. (Uncuff him,) he said mentally. (He's fine.)

Originally, the second his hands were freed, Joey's plan had been to wrap them around his captor's throat.

He was the only one surprised when those hands found themselves tangled in the other blonde's hair, holding him close as his hips moved even faster. "Unnnn... fuck..." So good. It felt SO good. Why would that be bad? Joey couldn't understand what he'd been thinking. He couldn't understand ANYTHING anymore, except he NEEDED to cum. "Please..." he gasped, his own voice unrecognizable to him.

"Please, what?" Bad-Seto grabbed Joey's chin, pulling him to look him in the eye.

"Tell us what you want," Good-Seto urged him. "You'll feel so much better when you do."

(Go on, slut. What do you want?) His twin, still slurping away at his cock, gave him a teasing wink.

He had wanted to say no, to leave. Why did he want to do that? He hadn't even cum yet. "Fuck....fuck, I wanna-aah!!" Joey gasped, his hands moving from his counterpart's hair to grasp desperately at the sheets, scratching and clawing like an alleycat. Every semblance of rational thought was merely a quick flash, quickly extinguished by white-hot lust as his body began to shake involuntarily, then...

Nothing. His Other Self had a death-grip on him, holding back the orgasm he wanted -- needed -- so badly. "Ahhh!!! Pllleeease," he sobbed, trying desperately to move, even as Dark-Seto held his hips down.

"I don't like repeating myself, bitch," the leather-clad brunette growled. "Please, WHAT?"

"It's ok to say it, Puppy," Light-Seto cooed. "We already know." He gently stroked Joey's cheek, wiping away the tears, then slipped a finger into blonde's mouth. Without a moment's hesitation, Joey began sucking on it in earnest. "Here, we'll help. Tell me: What kind of person gets chained to a bed, then begs for it?" The gentle brunette added another finger as he spoke.

What kind...of person....? Joey's brow furrowed, puzzling over the question even as he swirled his tongue over the pads of Good-Seto's fingers.

"What kind of person whines like a little bitch about a collar, than puts it on himself and pleads to take it in the ass? On a conference table, no less." Dark-Seto smirked. "What kind of person that's not a fucking infant sucks on anything that gets near his slutty little mouth?" He added, watching Joey lavish attention on the other Seto's fingers.

Good-Seto slowly pulled his hand away, Joey's mouth following it just like a baby searching for food. "Go on and answer, Puppy," he said, gently but firmly.

"Ah.... A..... slut...." He whimpered, licking his lips. He wanted that finger back. Or even better, Seto's dick. That perfect, beautiful dick... Oh God, what was he thinking?

"Good boy. And what kind of person shaves their pubes, completely bare, and loves it?"

"Sl....sluts...." Every nerve ending in his body was singing now. (Come ON, pleasepleaseplease...)

"What kind of person fucks anyone for money?"

"A...whorreee...." Joey moaned, tossing his head back and forth in beautiful, beautiful agony.

"Very good," Light-Seto smiled, patting him on the head. "Now, what kind of whore says he has only sex for money... but loves it so much he doesn't even try to get out?"

"Who would do it for free, happily, and the money is just a bonus?" Dark Seto continued.

"Tell us, and you get to cum." Other Joey whispered, nuzzling at Joey's erection. "Harder than you ever have."

"AHhhh!!! Oh god.... sluts! A slut would!!!" Joey choked, desperate. "Please, let me cum, I need it so bad, SO bad!"

"And why is that, puppy?" Good-Seto whispered, stroking Joey's cheek.

"Because...." he gasped, feeling like he was drowning in pleasure. "Because I'M a slut!! I'm a slut, and....aahhhh.... a whore!" Somehow just saying those words made him feel even hotter, if that was possible. Like freedom was in his sights, a light at the end of a tunnel made of repressed desires and feelings... "I'm a whore, and I need to cum," he sniffled, pleading almost childishly.

"Thaaaat's it, my little whore. Enjoy yourself. Embrace it. This is what we really are." Suddenly Joey felt wet, thick -- were they Bad-Seto's? -- fingers pressing against his ass, and he found himself raising his legs to offer more room. His early growled protests had become whimpers and gasps, slowly shifting from fear to pleasure, from pleasure to desperation. The fingers started to pick up speed, as the doppleganger's mouth began to suck harder, practically demanding Joey's release. (Come on now, slut. Give me what we know we both want,) the voice in his head echoed as those long fingers pushed inside at just the right angle --

"Oh Godgodgodgod fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck I'm---aaahh!!" Joey thrashed and shook under the stimulation overload. (Just like a slut....)

At that cue, Other Joey pulled back, and Joey let loose, screaming like a dying animal as his seed spurted over his copy's face and chest. Somehow, after touching the 'real' Joey's essence, the Other Him seemed to appear more solid. As he stood, the two Kaibas came to his sides, licking the collared boy's face clean. All Joey could do was watch in an envious daze.

"Don't I look happy, Joey?" His Other Self asked, sighing as Good-Seto lowered his face to clean his chest, just as Bad-Seto stepped behind him, slowly pulling out the "tail" to replace it with himself.

"...Yeah...." Joey nodded. He really did.

Other Joey smiled at him beatifically, his bells jingling a bit as Dark-Seto entered him roughly from behind. "That's because I AM happy, Joey. WE can be happy. Would you like that?"

This was silly. Of course he'd like to be happy. Who wouldn't? "...uh...huh..."

"Leave it to us, then," he smirked, as Good-Seto disappeared from Joey's view, the wet sounds of his mouth the only clue to his whereabouts. "Listen to me, slut. When you wake up, you're not going to remember this dream, but you'll remember how you felt. How did you feel?"

"Good...." Joey murmured, dazedly.

"That's right. Being a slut makes you feel good, doesn't it?"

"yesss...." he hissed, eyes drifting shut.

"Good boy," The Other Joey smiled again. "We're gonna be SO happy, you and I..." His face turned serious. "But there's just one thing."

"Hmmph?" Joey barely responded.

"You see, we're in MY room right now, slut. The one you locked up. So the only way out... is to unlock it. Do you understand?"

"Uh...huh..." Joey kind of understood. Maybe. He was more interested in how good he felt.

"Then you know what to do, don't you, whore?" His Other Half purred, reaching back to wrap one arm around Dark-Seto's neck, and carded the other through Light-Seto's hair. The two Kaibas simply continued ravishing the Other Joey from both sides,

"Yeah..." Joey pulled himself to his feet, slowly. There was a small halo of white light on the far side of the room, piercing through the red. He stumbled towards it, passing through a veritable orgy of his old fantasies. Himself, ramming into submissive, mewling Kaiba. What looked to be another Kaiba, his head hidden under the fluffy skirts of another Joey's french maid costume. Bent over Kaiba's knee, being spanked. He pushed through so many of them, before finally coming to the door. Despite all the locks and boards there were on the other side, when Joey himself fumbled for the knob, it turned easily. He stepped through, squinting slightly in the bright light, and found himself back in his soul room.

Something about the fresh air and light, and seeing the pictures of his friends and loved ones again, snapped Joey out of his trance. (Fuck, they tricked me!!) he panicked, turning back towards the door. Long, pale fingers were reaching around the frame as he slammed the door shut again, throwing himself against it with all his strength over and over until he finally heard the loud 'click' of the lock. He was panting as he slowly sank to his knees with his sweaty forehead resting against the door.

"What the hell just happened?" he whispered to himself, still catching his breath.

He stayed there, resting under the soft pink light of the room, before he finally found the energy to leave.
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