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Title: Broken rose. 2/3
Author: Akuchan
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Jxs; Yxh
Beta: Daisey (glomps & hugs)
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: I never have and never will own Yugioh.
Word count: 8733 (11999 to date)
Summary: The balance of power in Jounouchi and Seto’s
relationship is not as it appears to the outside world. When the illusions are shattered, and the
truth is exposed to Seto’s greatest rival can their relationship survive what
he sees as Jounouchi’s transgression?
Definition: Munch—A social gathering usually in a
public space, where couples and singles interested in the S&M lifestyle
meet.
Jounouchi’s eyes did not leave his
kitten’s back as he walked steadily up the staircase away from him. As the blonde’s gaze skated across the
marred flesh of that very familiar, ramrod straight back, he could easily
identify each scar and each fresh wound, and recall instantly the circumstance
in which it had been received. He knew
that one of Seto’s hard limits had just been breached, and that he himself felt
responsible for it, but he was having a difficult time believing that his
kitten would just cut and run. Seto
needed him; without him, the brunet would fall back into his unhealthy habits
of working long hours, not eating or sleeping properly, and generally not
taking care of himself. Never mind the
fact that his kitten needed to be disciplined on a regular basis, and that it
had taken him a long time just to find someone who could dominate him sexually,
let alone trust them enough to ask them to be his master. Jounouchi could not imagine that Seto would
be able to survive on his own, or that he’d be able to find himself a new
master. And Jounouchi knew that he would need one soon, or he would completely
undo all the good that had been accomplished in the past five years. Jounouchi growled at that thought; he was
very possessive about his things, and his kitten was his most prized
possession. He was about to run up
after Seto and demand that he remember his place but, just as he stepped onto
the staircase, Seto reached the top and, without looking, he tossed the rose
away as if its very existence offended him.
He then continued down the hall to his bedroom. His bedroom, not theirs; theirs was in the
opposite direction.
Jounouchi watched in silent fascination as the flower arched out over
the stairs and then smashed onto the marble staircase, the pieces of glass
skittering across the smooth surface.
He then looked down to the collar he was holding and, without hesitation,
strode through the house, grabbed a set of keys from the key rack next to the
door leading to the garage, and then walked into the car park. He walked past a long line of cars and then,
once past those, he ran a finger absently over the contours of his black and
silver Yamaha as he passed it to get to the control panel for the garage
door. Keying in the code to open the
door, he then retrieved his helmet from the storage unit on the bike, threw the
collar in it before he put his helmet on, started up the motor, and pealed out
of the garage and down the winding laneway of Kaiba manor. He stopped at the end of the driveway and
looked back toward the house to the only room on the second floor that had any
sign of life, Seto’s room. He couldn’t
see his kitten from where he stood, but he could just imagine that he had
gotten completely dressed and was now in front of his computer, working on
something for Kaiba Corp. that didn’t need to be done that night. He turned away in disgust and said out loud
to the empty estate grounds, “fine
Kitten; have it your way, but you’ll be lost on your own. Two weeks… I give you two weeks to realize
your mistake, and then that’s it; I’ll never welcome you back after that.” He ignored the searing pain in his own chest
as he made his ultimatum, and revved the engine of the bike before pulling out
onto the street and heading for the outskirts of Domino.
He drove aimlessly for hours in an attempt to clear his head and to
figure out what had happened, without success.
Around midnight he found himself in Domino once again, still as confused
as he had been when he left, as well as being very tired with no place to
go. Needing the support of his friends,
and knowing that he owed some sort of explanation to Yugi and Honda, as well as
an apology to the later, he headed to the game shop. Yugi’s grandfather had died a few years ago; his friend was now
the sole proprietor, and lived in the adjoining house with Honda. He was relieved to see a light on in the
living quarters when he pulled into the driveway. Jounouchi wasted no time in parking his bike, storing his helmet,
and walking up to the door. When his
first knock was left unanswered, he pounded on the door a little harder and, a
few moments later, Yugi flung the door open.
He looked flustered and rushed and, though he was tying up his bathrobe, he did
not look like someone who had just been roused from their sleep.
“Jounouchi? Ah, so he kicked you out?” he asked as it finally dawned on
him why his best friend was standing on his doorstep at midnight.
“Yeah. Can I stay here tonight,
Yugi? I really don’t want to be alone.”
“Of course, come in,” he said, stepping aside and allowing his friend
entrance to his home.
“I’m sorry to come barging in like this at this hour Yugi, but I really
didn’t want to stay in a hotel tonight,” the blond said, sounding extremely
lost and forlorn as he walked into the familiar living room and plopped himself
down on the couch. “I guess I owe the
two of you an explanation of what you saw.”
“You don’t have to say anything tonight,
or at all if you don’t want to, Jounouchi.
What the two of you do is your own business; you owe us no explanation,”
his friend said sincerely and without judgement.
“Yeah, I know, but you must both have some questions after what you
saw. But just so you know right off the
bat, Yugi; everything between Seto and I is… was… Oh I don’t know, but it’s
consensual.”
“I kind of figured that, Jounouchi. I couldn’t imagine you doing
anything like that to somebody against their will.”
“Thanks for that, bud; I really appreciate that.” Deciding that it really was too painful to
discuss his problems with Seto, he abruptly asked if Honda were still
awake. “I need to apologize to him.”
“He is but…” Yugi said hesitantly.
“He’s really mad at me, isn’t he, Yugi?” Jounouchi said as he jumped up and headed for the stairs.
“No, not at all, Jounouchi, but can’t your apology wait until
morning?” Yugi asked, panic creeping
into his voice.
If Jounouchi noticed his friend’s distress, he didn’t show it. From halfway up the stairs Jounouchi turned
to his friend, “I’d rather not, Yugi. I’d like to set at least one relationship
right tonight; it will help me sleep a bit better if I don’t have to worry
about Honda.” He didn’t wait for Yugi’s
response as he bounded up the rest of the stairs and headed straight for the
bedroom that Yugi and Honda shared. By
the time he flung open the bedroom door and his jaw hit the floor, Yugi was
right at his heels. “Um, Yugi? You and Honda…” What he saw was so
unexpected that he couldn’t string two coherent words together.
“Have a relationship like you and Kaiba, yes.” His diminutive friend finished his sentence for him, and pushed
him the rest of the way into the bedroom and closed the door.
Jounouchi
sat mindlessly on the bed while he stared at Honda who,
at that very moment, was occupying a black
steel cage with three doors in the front of it, just large enough for him to
fit in to, in the middle of the room.
Around his neck was a silver collar identical to the one his kitten
wore, as well as a thick black spiked leather collar. His arms were pulled behind his back, restrained in some type of
cuff, Jounouchi thought. By the way that Honda was standing it was
obvious to him that the collar and the cuffs were attached to a posture bar, causing him to stand unnaturally straight. His feet were shackled to the bars of the
cage, rendering his legs immobile. The
only other adornment was a ball gag stuffed in his mouth and strapped to his
head.
Jounouchi got up from the bed and walked around the cage as he inspected
Honda. Seeing his friend like this, he
felt the loss of his own pet that much stronger. Honda was being forced to watch a video of a slave being
disciplined by his master, and it was a toss up as to who was more turned on by
it, the slave in the video, or the one in the cage. In fact, Honda was quite erect, and that was when he noticed the
lack of cock ring, meaning that he was being made to control his reactions
without any help. With his hands tied behind his back he wasn’t able to bring
any relief to his burgeoning cock either.
Jounouchi was damn sure that Honda would be in serious trouble if didn’t
control himself and ended up having an orgasm.
“He’s being punished. For what?”
he asked Yugi, though he had a pretty good idea about that.
“For what happened at the mansion today, Jounouchi,” Yugi said, as he
sat down on his bed.
Jounouchi protested that his punching Honda in the face was punishment
enough for what he had said.
“Jounouchi, I wouldn’t presume to tell you how to handle your slave;
please show me the same courtesy.”
“Yeah, you’re right; sorry, Yugi,” Jounouchi said.
“Oh, and now that you know about us, I would appreciate it if from now
on, that if you have the urge to physically abuse him, you’d please restrain
yourself. Be assured that I will take
care of any problems as they arise.” Yugi admonished.
Knowing that he felt the exact same possessiveness with Seto, Jounouchi
did not have a problem agreeing with his friend’s request.
“He is not being punished for what he said at the mansion. You’re right;
your punch to the face was enough.
Rather, his punishment is for what he ~did~.”
“What he did? Yugi, what did he
do?” Jounouchi asked in alarm. The way that Honda had begun to whimper in
the cage had him very concerned, and he just knew that what he was about to
hear could very well shake the foundations of his friendship with these two.
“Quiet, Pet”, Yugi admonished, and then shot him in the ear with a water
pistol that was lying beside the bed.
He then took a deep breath before he continued, “You and Seto have a system that alerts him whenever you have guests in
the house that don’t know about the two of you, do you not?”
“Yeah we do, but how would you know about that, Yugi?” Jounouchi’s heart was in his throat, and he
was no longer standing idly in front Honda, but pacing the room like a caged
tiger.
“A rose, a glass rose on the table in the foyer, correct?”
“Yeah, but how do you… oh fuck, no; don’t tell me he… Yugi, tell me he
didn’t put it back in the box, please...”
Yugi hung his head in shame, “I’m sorry
Jounouchi, but that’s exactly what I’m telling you.”
“HONDA,
I’ll fuckin’ kill you,” he charged the cage, arms raised ready to choke the
living daylights out of his friend, but Yugi jumped between him and his target.
“Jounouchi, you promised that you would
let me handle him,” Yugi said as he barely restrained his friend from killing
his pet.
“No, Yugi; I promised that, if I ever
felt like punching him in the face again, I would let you handle it. I didn’t
say anything about doing so if I wanted to kill him, which is what I’m going to
do right now,” he said as he lunged for Honda again.
By sheer will alone, Yugi managed to push Jounouchi back to the bed and
away from his pet. Heaving from the
exertion, Yugi panted out, “Jounouchi, I know it seems bad, but if we, me and
Pet, go to Kaiba and tell him what really happened, things will go back to
normal for you two, won’t it?”
“No Yugi, it won’t. You see, Kitten
went into CEO mode, and blames me. I
know him, and it won’t matter to him that Honda did it; he’ll still see it as
my failure to protect him. And perhaps
he’s right; I didn’t check on the damn thing after I placed it in the vase, and
obviously I should have,” he said, sending a heated glare Honda’s way. “He won’t care what Honda’s reason was for
doing it, I know that.” He paused for a
moment or two deep in thought, and then asked Yugi, “So why did he do it?”
“I don’t know, Jounouchi, I didn’t ask
him.”
“What the
hell do you mean, you haven’t asked him? I think that would have been the first thing you
should have found out, don’t you?”
“Actually
no, Jounouchi, I didn’t want to hear what he
had to say until he said it to you. I
want to hear his excuse for the first time when you do.”
“So spill
it, Honda. Why did you try to ruin my
relationship with Seto?” Jounouchi was
willing to listen to Honda before he killed him, otherwise he would have to
live the rest of his life with that question unanswered,
and that was unacceptable.
Yugi deftly unlocked all three doors on
the front of the cage, unlocked the shackles at his feet, and removed the
ball gag before he pulled Honda out, who laid himself out flat, face down on
the floor at Yugi’s feet. Though he
didn’t have the use of his arms for balance, the task was still executed with a
fair degree of grace, which led Jounouchi to believe that Honda had had a lot
of practice doing it while bound. “You
may speak, Pet. Answer Master
Jounouchi’s question.”
“Yes, Master.” From his position
on the floor, he apologized to Jounouchi, and proceeded to tell how Master
Tanaka, the master who headed the bi-monthly munches in Domino, had seen the
four them out casually one night, and had just assumed that they were all aware
of each other’s involvement in the lifestyle.
“At the following munch, he had pulled my Master aside, and had asked
him what he thought of your dungeon, mentioning how he wished he could have one
as well-equipped as yours. My master
only said that yes, that would be nice, and then he quickly changed the
subject.”
Honda went on to explain how he and his master had discussed bringing up
the issue with Jounouchi and Kaiba, but after some careful observation and
thought, his master had decided not to broach the subject with the two of
them. His reason had been that they
obviously did not want a lot of people to know, and that he would respect their
privacy. “I tried to let it go, honest;
but I wanted to play with you and Seto. I thought it might be fun for the four
of us together.” He told the two
Masters that, after that, he had kept a close eye on Jounouchi and Seto, and
that he had noticed the disappearing and reappearing rose in the vase in the
foyer. When they had come into the
mansion earlier in the day, he had made certain to check for the rose. Of course it hadn’t been there. But later,
when he had been walking through the foyer after having gone out to the car to
get a book that his master had wanted to give to Jounouchi, he had seen the
rose sitting in the vase. He had picked
it up without thinking and, after a brief moment’s hesitation, opened the
drawer in the table, saw the box velvet lined box, and placed the flower in it. “Honestly Jounouchi, I didn’t expect Kaiba to
be your slave. I thought for sure it was the other way around. If I had known this would be the end result,
I wouldn’t have removed the flower in the first place.”
“So it would have been OK to embarrass me…” Jounouchi let the rest of
the accusation die on his lips.
“No Sir, that’s not how I meant it all!”
Honda sounded truly horrified that Jounouchi had interpreted it that way. “I figured that, once you realized that
Master and I were like the two of you, you’d be OK with it, especially with you
and me being pets.”
Yugi bent down on one knee and grabbed his pet by the ear, twisting it
as he pulled him into a kneeling position.
“And this is why I make the decisions around here, and you abide by
them.” He turned to his friend and
said, “I’m sorry, Jounouchi. My
decision not to tell you what we had learned was based on the fact that I had
figured out that Seto was submissive to you, even if the lunkhead here
hadn’t. I didn’t think it was necessary
to tell him my reasons why I said no; normally he is very good at doing as I
say.”
“So it basically comes down to the fact
that you wanted to play with us in our dungeon, and you even went against your
master’s orders, not bothering to think who you may have been hurting by your
actions.”
“Yes, Sir; I’m
sorry.”
Ignoring the pest on the floor, Jounouchi asked Yugi
how else he planned to punish his pet, besides making him horny and not
allowing him to cum.
“This is part of it- apologizing to
you. Tomorrow, I will take him to Kaiba
manor as he is now, and he can also make his apologies to Kaiba. And, because he wanted it so badly, he will
never be able to play in your dungeon.”
“After tonight I doubt I have a dungeon
anymore, Yugi, never mind a place to live.”
“You can stay here
until you find an apartment, you know that don’t you, Jounouchi?” The guilt that Yugi felt for the whole
incident was evident in his voice.
“Ah thanks, Yug, maybe for a week or two.” Exhausted and completely drained, the blond sank down onto the
bed. He didn’t know how to feel towards
his two friends anymore. That they were
in a 24/7 Master/slave relationship and that he had never picked up on the
clues didn’t bother him. He didn’t want
to kill Honda anymore for what he had done; it was really stupid and incredibly
thoughtless, but Jounouchi believed that he really hadn’t meant any harm. That didn’t mean he wasn’t still pissed at
him; he was, but he would let him live.
“Jounouchi, do you want something to drink, a soda, or a beer
maybe?” Yugi asked, interrupting his
thoughts.
Jounouchi felt as if he’d like to down a whole bottle of Jack Daniels,
but that would be his father’s solution, and not a road he was willing to
travel. “Just a Coke if you’ve got it, Yug”.
“Sure, Jounouchi. Have you
eaten; are you hungry? He can make you
a sandwich,” Yugi asked.
“That’d be awesome, thanks.”
“Not a problem Jounouchi,” Yugi said as
he knelt behind his pet and removed the posture bar from the black collar and
cuffs. Standing up again, he gave his
pet the order to make Jounouchi’s food and then when he was done with that, to
make sure that the spare room was ready for their guest. “Take your basket with you, because the only
time you’ll be standing on your feet is when you’re making the sandwich. Now
go.”
“Yes, Master.” On hands and
knees, Honda crawled to the closet and retrieved a rectangular shaped wicker
basket that had been fashioned with a leather strap to go around his neck. He turned toward Yugi and Jounouchi and with
his head bowed asked, “Master Jounouchi, would you prefer a chicken sandwich,
or peanut butter?”
“Chicken, and I’d like two.”
“Yes Sir. Master, can I get you anything?”
“Just a Coke.”
With a
final “yes Master”, Honda backed out of the room, and went to complete his
orders.
Jounouchi
sat up and watched as his friend turned down the hallway and crawled away. “Ah damn, Yug,
they’re so cute; it’s hard to stay mad at ‘em
when they’re like that, isn’t it.”
“Yes, it certainly is.” The sweet smile on Yugi’s face spoke volumes about how felt
towards his pet.
“You know, Yugi, I can almost forgive him
when he’s like that. But I don’t know
if Seto will be able to. He would
rather have been found out by his Board of Directors than by you, and the fact
that you’re in the scene and a master could possibly make the situation
worse. He has a grudging respect for
you, and you know that I can count on the fingers of one hand the people who
have that honour. He will hate the fact
that there is now something else that will make him seem weak in your eyes.”
“I don’t think that, Jounouchi, and I
never have,” Yugi said, obviously hurt.
“I know that, Yugi, but he can’t seem to
get past his teenage feelings where you are concerned. He’s made great strides in many ways, but
his feelings regarding you are a stumbling block.”
“I wish he didn’t feel that way.”
“Yeah. Me too, Yugi. Me too.” Jounouchi said, flopping back on the bed.
A contemplative silence descended on the
room, as the two men were lost in their own thoughts. It was interrupted when Jounouchi turned his head toward his
friend and asked, “So how did you get into the scene, Yugi?”
“I know that I’ve always been viewed as
weak…”
“Yugi, I haven’t thought of you that way
since the day we became friends,” Jounouchi countered his friend.
“I know that, Jounouchi, and maybe weak
wasn’t the right word. But, before tonight, if I had told you that I was in a
Master/slave relationship, you would of automatically assumed that I was at the
receiving end, not the administering end.”
“Not with Honda as
your partner, Yugi. I’ve always known
that he was a submissive type and, though you are kind and gentle, you also
have the strength of character that screams dominant.”
Yugi gave his friend an appreciative smile. “When Atem’s spirit left, a part of him stayed behind with me…
the need to be in control. Though it
didn’t overwhelm me, it was there, keeping me unfulfilled. I found myself being drawn to S&M websites,
and my fantasies began to be about nothing but those kinds of situations. In them, I was always the master, never the
slave. At first my Internet forays were
just to websites with pictures, but then I began to look deeper into the scene,
thinking that maybe I would like to try it in real life. That’s when I found Master Tanaka’s site,
and learned about his bi-monthly munches. I waited for about a month before I
went. I didn’t hook up with anybody for
quite some time; at first I don’t think many people took me seriously as a
dominant.” He smiled weakly. “I guess I
just look too innocent. At least Master
Tanaka did, and became a mentor to me.
For about a year, I would play at the weekends, and I fell into a
quasi-relationship with one person, but that soon became unfulfilling. I wanted more, something full-time, but my
partner was a definite part-time sub; he had no desire to become a full-time
slave. We continued to play on occasion
with the understanding that neither one of us were beholden to the other.”
“Tanaka knew of my desire to meet someone
who would be willing to explore a full-time relationship, and he approached me
about a slave-type that had come to him for protection from his previous master
and was now ready to start dating again.
The slave had been with the man for only six months, and though their
play sessions were getting more extreme, they were still something the slave
thought he could handle, he thought he was in love. What finally drove him to leave was a gangbang that the master
had arranged with his friends, despite knowing that that was a hard limit for
the slave. Tanaka thought that I would
be a good choice for this slave, as he said I was a gentle soul with an iron
will. He asked if I would be willing to meet this person privately at his home. I didn’t know if I could handle the
responsibilities that a person that wounded would require, but Tanaka assured
me that, though there were still issues and some things that I would need to be
sensitive to, the slave had been out of the relationship for over two years,
had undergone extensive therapy, and was, in fact, still seeing his therapist
every other week. Through his therapy,
he realized that, despite everything that he had been through, he just wasn’t
interested in a vanilla relationship.
When he decided that he was ready to date again, it was with the
intention of looking for a good master.”
Jounouchi’s ire was beginning rise, and he was unconsciously balling and
unballing his fists. He knew what the next words out of Yugi’s mouth would be
before his friend even said them.
“Jounouchi, that person was Honda.
When I walked into Tanaka’s house and Honda was sitting on the couch, I
almost died of shame, and he of embarrassment.
He knew that I had been told his recent history from Tanaka. How did I miss it? How did I not see that, when he came back from Tokyo, there was
something more going on than just being depressed over a break-up? And moreover, how did something like that
happen to someone like him? Later, he
told me that he was blinded by what he thought was love, but was, in fact, just
inexperience. He said that he got off
on the extreme beatings, and Jounouchi, he does; even now he likes me to make
him bleed. But the difference is that
afterwards, I take care of him and tend to his wounds properly. His old master would just leave him a bloody
mess lying on the floor, and he expected Honda to take care of it himself. If it hadn’t been for that gangbang, he
probably would have stayed in until he was killed.”
The blond was once again pacing the room in a blind rage. “It was that Kenjirou, wasn’t it Yug? I swear to God, I’ll hunt him down and kill
him.” It was funny how all of his anger
at Honda had dissipated when he learned of his friend’s hidden past. “Why didn’t he come to us, Yugi?”
“He was
embarrassed. Embarrassed for letting
himself get abused like that. And he was afraid that, if he told us about his sexual
preferences, we might think that he deserved
it.”
Jounouchi
snorted. “It’s kind of ironic, isn’t it, Yugi? We’ve all
been keeping our deepest, darkest secrets from
each other, only to find out that your secrets are my secrets.
“That it
is, Jounouchi, that it is. And don’t worry about Kenjirou; Tanaka took care of him.”
Jounouchi
shuddered when he thought about that.
Even ~he~
wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of that Master. At 5’11”,
the man was all brawn, and a well-trained fighter, definitely a force to be
reckoned with. He was about to ask what
exactly had happened to the vermin but, at that
precise moment, Honda came crawling back into the room with his basket filled
with 2 cans of coke, glasses, and Jounouchi’s sandwiches.
Jounouchi stopped his pacing and fidgeted on the bed beside Yugi while
Honda went about the business of setting up a TV tray, and then poured out his
master’s beverage. Once his master had
been served, Honda removed a plate from his basket, unwrapped the sandwiches
from their plastic wrap, and put them on the plate in front of Jounouchi,
emptying a can of coke into a glass for the blond as well. He threw both pop cans in the garbage, put
his basket back into the closet, and then asked his master if there was
anything else that he needed, before he went to fix up the spare room.
“That’s it for now, Pet; you can go.”
“Yes, Master; thank you.” Before
he left, he looked to Jounouchi. “Is there anything else you need, Sir?”
Before he had talked to Yugi, Jounouchi had planned on having Honda go
up and down the stairs all night long getting things for him. But now, with his
anger at his friend abated, he just said no, thank you, that everything was
fine. He stared silently at the doorway
long after Honda had left the room.
Ignoring his food, Jounouchi’s thoughts were now back with his kitten
and the hopes that they could work through this mess. But he wasn’t so sure and the longer he stewed, the more insulted
he became that Seto wouldn’t cut him any slack.
“So, Jounouchi, how did you and Seto get together? I can’t imagine that he would have
approached you openly about his needs, but I have no doubt that it was him who
instigated the relationship.”
“Oh you are so right there, Yugi,” Jounouchi laughed. “When we first started dating, he was the
total seme; I was quite satisfied with that role, but he wasn’t. About two months in, he started picking
fights with me, goading me into anger and then kissing the daylights out of me
just as I was about to blow my stack.
We’d always have mind-blowing sex afterwards, and he was always on
top. As great as the sex was after one
of our little blow-ups, it was all starting to bug me; I couldn’t understand
why he was doing what he was doing.
Once I started to give it some serious thought, it became apparent to me
that he was picking the fights intentionally, but for what purpose, I didn’t
know. Did he get off on fighting, or
was he trying to get me to break up with him?
I asked him about it a few times, but he just blew me off and told me
that I was thinking too hard.”
“One night it got really bad. I had decided that I wouldn’t let him
provoke me, that no matter what he said, I wouldn’t rise to the bait. What I really wanted was to find out what
was driving him, to understand and help him, if I could. If he couldn’t tell me, then we would just
have to part ways. As much as it pained
me, I saw that as the only solution.
When I wouldn’t respond to the usual taunts about me, he started in on
you guys, my friends, and how lame he thought you all were. That didn’t work either. Well it did; I was
furious, but I just walked away from him.
He followed me and said that my sister was awfully cute and that, the
next time she came to visit, maybe he would see if she was as good in the sack
as I was. That did it, Yugi; after an
hour of constant put downs and insults, my head exploded. I grabbed him by his throat, shoved him up
against a wall and told him to keep his hands off my sister. And do you know what he did? He laughed in
my face and told me to make him. By
this time I was crazy mad, and I’m really not sure what made me angrier; that
he wanted to do my sister, or that he would dare to cheat on me.” Jounouchi closed his eyes and took a deep
breath as if what he was about to say next was very difficult for him. “All I know is that I ripped his pants from
him, threw him down on the ground, and fucked the living daylights out of him,
no prep, no lube, nothing. And he came,
Yugi; we both did, hard. When it was
done I was so ashamed, but I couldn’t just leave him there. So I lifted him up
and carried him to his bedroom, cleaned him up and put him to bed. As I was getting off the bed to leave, he
grabbed at my arm and, with tears in his eyes, he begged me not to go. He told me that that was the best sex that
he’d ever had, and that if I walked out the door, then he would never forgive
me.”
Jounouchi
shook his head as he remembered that.
“Imagine my shock, Yugi. Raping him was all right, but leaving him
wasn’t. Fucked up, that’s what I
thought that night, and I still do.
Even though he has forgiven me for that-
hell he has never held it against me, said there was nothing to forgive- I don’t feel so charitable. Funny thing is,
I’ve done worse to him since then that I don’t feel bad about, but it has been
consensual. That wasn’t, or at the time, I didn’t know that it was”.
“You know, Jounouchi, I wouldn’t feel too bad about it; it sounds to me like you were manipulated. He should have just told you what he needed, instead of tricking you the way he did.”
“I know, I was Yugi, but I would have cut out on him. I know I would have, and so did he.”
“I’m not so sure about that, Jounouchi.
You might have freaked out, and taken time to think about it, but you
would not have left him without some serious thought first,” Yugi said.
“Yeah, you’re probably right, Yugi; thanks,” Jounouchi said, and then
started to eat the sandwiches that Honda had prepared for him.
“So what did you do?” Yugi asked
as the blond finished up the second sandwich.
“Uh, do when?” A confused
Jounouchi asked, food being the only thing on his mind now.
“That
night, after Kaiba begged you not to go.”
“Ah, oh yeah. Well I did the only thing I could do. I crawled into bed beside him, and he was so cuddly, Yugi, I
couldn’t believe it. He was like a
little kitten the way he wrapped his legs around mine and buried his face into
my chest. I thought that he couldn’t be
serious. Man, Yugi, I had practically raped him; no, I ~did~ rape him, and he
was acting like someone who had just made mad, passionate love with his one and
only for the very first time. I had
planned on staying just until he fell asleep and then leaving because I was
sure that, come morning, he would definitely change his tune and never want to
see me again. How wrong I was. In fact,
he must have known what I was thinking, because he said that, though this was
nice, he would much rather cuddle with me naked. What choice did I have?
He helped me strip off my clothing, and then manoeuvred himself back
into the position he had been in before.
I’m ashamed to say that, almost immediately, I started to get hard
again. When he noticed, he wasn’t
disgusted as I thought he would be. No, he giggled, Yugi; he actually giggled,
and said that I had been so hard on his ass that he couldn’t take me again that
night, but that he would be happy to suck my cock. His mouth was around me before I could protest and, at that
point, I’m not sure if I would have. It
was the best that he had ever given me, and trust me when I say that’s
something. When I mentioned that I
thought that he had been holding out on me, he apologized and said that he had
been saving his best for his master.”
At this
point in his story Honda had come back into the room and was sitting quietly at
his master’s feet, as enraptured with
Jounouchi’s story as his master was.
“That threw me for a loop… his master?
I was sure that it had to be some type of defence against being raped by
me; he just couldn’t be serious. I
tried to answer but couldn’t, so I just pulled him back up into my arms and
held him. Lying there, I could almost
forget what had happened earlier and that he was going to kick my ass or have
me arrested come morning when he finally came to his senses. By that point I had given up the idea of
leaving; I would stay and take whatever he threw my way. I was almost asleep when he nuzzled his face
into my neck and told me for the very first time that he loved me. The whole night was turning into a scene
from the Twilight zone, Yugi, so I did the only thing I could do. I told him
that I loved him too, and fell asleep with him in my arms.”
Jounouchi leaned back against the wall deep in thought, unaware that he
had a captive audience waiting for him to continue with his story. “So what happened next?” Honda’s question jolted him out of the recesses
of his mind, and he couldn’t help the snicker that escaped from him when he saw
two pairs of eyes, one amethyst, the other hazel, full of anticipation, and
waiting for him to continue.
“Hmm,
let’s see… I don’t recall,” he teased.
Honda, remembering his place, schooled his face into an impassive blank slate,
not letting his annoyance show through, Yugi,
on the other hand, did not need to temper his
response, and whacked his friend over the head
with a pillow.
“You do so remember, now spill.”
“Yeah, yeah, you two sure are nosey; let’s see… I woke up the next the morning and Seto was
still curled up into my side. He hadn’t
moved an inch, but he was already awake and the lovesick look was still there
on his face. I was so not expecting
that. I didn’t know what I was
expecting but it wasn’t that. When he
saw that I was awake, he smiled at me, rubbed his morning erection against my
leg, and greeted me with a Good morning, Master. I answered him back with what would become my nickname for him…
Kitten. He seemed to like that as he
rolled on top of me and started to purr into my ear. He was turning me on completely; his tongue snuck out timidly and
licked at the flesh of my neck. His
cock was…” Suddenly Jounouchi realized what he was telling his two friends, and
turned a brilliant shade of red. “Ah
you guys don’t need to know that.”
“Sure we do,” Honda said from his place at Yugi’s feet.
“Honda you are such a pervert, and no you don’t need to know. Besides,
you know he’s not going to let you get off tonight; why get yourself more
worked up than you already are?” He said
pointing to Yugi, reminding Honda of his still to be served punishment.
“Yes and speaking of which… Jounouchi, do you need anything else
tonight?”
“Nah I’m good Yugi. Thanks
though.”
“Okay you; let’s get you back where you belong,” Yugi said to Honda, who
looked very disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to stay where he was to
listen to the rest of Jounouchi’s story, but he didn’t say a word to contradict
his master. Jounouchi saw it though and
was feeling charitable towards his friend, and suggested to Yugi that he wait
until he was done.
“Ah, so where was I?”
“You were telling us how Kaiba was getting all sexy in the morning,”
Honda said, flashing his friend an evil grin and a grateful look.
“Yeah, so, he was rubbing me all over and kissing me, and well, it was
obvious what he wanted to do, but I wanted some answers about his odd
behaviour. I had really thought that he
had flipped his lid. You know, one
minute he was his normal arrogant in your face Kaiba, and the next he was this
cute, cuddly little kitten who couldn’t get enough of me. I liked it, don’t think that I didn’t, but
it just seemed so wrong. I was worried
that I had done some serious damage to him the night before. I told him that he had to stop and that we
needed to talk.”
“That had the desired effect, in a flash
the kitten was gone and Kaiba was back.
Not only was he back, but he was off of me and out of the bed, looking
for some pants to put on. ‘So what do you want to talk about,
Jounouchi? You think that there’s something
wrong with me because I liked what you did to me last night? It took you long enough; I’ve been trying
for weeks to get you to take me hard like that,’ he said. I couldn’t believe it; he really liked it,
and not only that, he’d been trying to get me to come on strong for quite some
time.”
“I asked him why he hadn’t just told me that he wanted it rough, and if
he was sure that he wasn’t trying to protect us both from what I saw as me
raping him. He snorted at what he
thought was a ridiculous statement and then said that he meant no offence but,
if he had wanted to stop me he would have, that he had the physical power to do
so. He said that he wanted it real; he
wanted to feel my rage not me pretending to be out of control.”
“Again I was flabbergasted, and asked him
about the kitten… was that real, or was he made up, and was it just a role that
he wanted to play. He assured me that
the kitten, as that part of his personality was to be called from thereon in,
was as much of a part of his conscious self as Kaiba Seto, the CEO was. He just kept him hidden and didn’t show him
to anyone. And just like that he turned
back into the kitten. He was all over
me, rubbing up against my back, nipping at the exposed skin of my neck. His
hands traveled up across my chest, and then he whispered in my ear, ‘I want you
to be my master. You proved last night
that you can give it to me hard, and that you’re not too selfish to take care
of me afterwards. There’s so much I
want you to do to me.”
“He stepped away from me and turned me
around to face him. I was once again
staring into the steady gaze of Kaiba Seto. ‘I mean it. Jounouchi,’ he said, ‘I
want you to be my master, and I will be your willing slave. And I don’t mean
just in the bedroom either. Outside of
Kaiba Corp., your word will be my law.
I believe in giving you free reign, but for a few things that we can go
over later.’”
“I was struck dumb once again.
He looked at me with the most honest, open look I had seen on his face
to date, and said, ‘I can see that you’re having a hard time with this, but
promise to think about it. Think about
the power you’ll have over me; you could strap me to a whipping post and beat
my ass until it’s raw, and then shove your cock into me while my cheeks are
still red hot. Have you never
fantasized about that Jounouchi?’”
“I can honestly say that up until that moment, the thought had never
crossed my mind; after that, it, was the only thing in it.”
“It was only at that moment that it hit me that he had manipulated the
whole thing the night before. Yeah,
yeah, Yugi; I should have seen it sooner, but hey, I am a natural blond,” he
joked with his friend.
“’Get one thing straight, Kaiba,’ I said to him. ‘If I do this. I am the boss; I will take
what you need into consideration, but your manipulation ends here. Do you
understand me?’”
“’Perfectly my master,’ he said.”
Jounouchi had a wistful smile on his face as he remembered what had
happened next. “You guys don’t need to
hear the rest of it, just know that I claimed my kitten.”
He was silent for a few moments, while he reminisced about that first
morning. He remembered how he had
pulled Kaiba down onto the bed and into his lap, petting his hair, and running
his fingers through the silky strands, and how his kitten had ridden him for
the first time.
“Jounouchi, Jounouchi!” he heard his name called from a distance, and
then he felt a pain in his arm where Yugi had pinched him.
“Ouch, Yugi! What’d you do that
for?” He asked, rubbing his arm where
it hurt.
“Don’t sit there with that look on your face and then tell us that
you’re not going to share.”
“Ah sorry, guys. So on with it
then,” he said, resuming his tale.
“Looking back, I’m surprised that I didn’t need more time to think about
it, but it felt right. After he went to work that morning, I went onto the Internet and spent the
whole day learning about S&M relationships. What I found only served to solidify my original feelings on the
matter; I really wanted to explore this with Seto. By the time he had come home from work, I had book marked half a
dozen sites on relationships, downloaded examples of contracts and rules, and
had several pieces of dungeon furniture and accessories ready to order.”
We didn’t do anything that night except talk and lay down the ground
rules. When he had said that he would
give me free reign, he wasn’t kidding.
He only asked that I never bring animals into the sex, or make him eat
my shit. I told him that he wouldn’t
have to worry about that as it made me sick just to think about it. He said that neither was an uncommon
practice, but those were the things that would make him call it quits, no
questions asked.”
“His duties to Kaiba Corp were also
discussed. We both agreed that the
business was very important, and that he could not shirk his responsibilities
to it. Where we differed was that he
thought he would continue on as he was, working all hours and getting called
out in the middle of the night for any small reason. I disagreed and told him that he would have to hire people whom
he could trust to off-load a lot of his work to. If he were going to be at my beck and call from 6 pm until 8
every morning he would have to do it. He
grumbled about it, but he did hire some very competent people. Needless to say though, that the first
time he got a call at two in the morning, I had to handcuff him to the bed to
stop him from leaving. He needed to
learn to delegate little problems to the people below him; it’s why he paid
them good money- so that we would get a good night’s sleep. That was a lesson that was hard for him to
get, but he did get it eventually. After being tied to the bed more times than
I can count, he got it, and so did his employees. They stopped calling at the first sign of something wrong, and
worked their way up the chain of command, so that he was the last person
called, instead of the first. Except in
cases of real emergency of course, which really only happen a once or twice a
year.”
Sore from sitting, Jounouchi got up to stretch and continued on. "We decided, for very obvious reasons,
that we would keep this part of our relationship secret, and not participate
actively in the scene. Though all the
groups that I looked into said that confidentiality was guaranteed when at a
munch or a dungeon party, Seto felt that he had too much to lose to take the
risk of somebody recognizing him and shooting their mouth off. I agreed with
him. I did become acquainted with
Tanaka over the Internet, and had many chats with him as I was learning the ropes
of what made a good master and what didn't.
After chatting with him, I felt that he could be trusted, and I arranged
to meet with him privately. We hit it
off right away, and almost immediately I trusted him enough to introduce him
and his slave to Seto. We would play
with them and one other couple at our house, but that was as deep as our
involvement in the scene ever got."
And you guys
were never supposed to learn about the kitten,” he said sadly, as the reality
of the night came flooding back to him.
“You know, Yugi, I can't even begin to imagine how violated he must have
felt tonight, but for him to end the relationship just like that, and not trust
me to get to the bottom of it, is unacceptable. For him to even ~think~ that I didn’t put that damn thing where
it belonged… if he has that little faith in me after everything that we’ve been
through together, maybe it is best that it just ends.”
“Jounouchi, you don’t mean that; you can’t. You don’t think what you have is worth fighting for?” Yugi asked,
sounding shocked that his friend would give up so easily. “But you know what happened now; as soon as
we explain it to him, everything between the two of you will be fine.”
“No it won’t, Yugi; the missing rose is only part of the problem… the real
issue is that, after five years, he lost his trust in me, and just like that.”
He snapped his fingers to emphasize his point.
”If a normal relationship can’t survive without trust, how can one like
ours? I’ve decided that I don’t want
you and Honda to go to him.” At his
friends opposition to that he held up his hand… “Let me finish, Yugi,
please. In my heart, I’ve already given
him two weeks to take me at my word; that I was as much in the dark about this
as he was. Perhaps I was a little too
slack in my responsibilities, and had gotten too comfortable with the
arrangement, but accidents happen and, if he had given me the benefit of the
doubt, we could have worked through it together. Instead, he had to get all high and mighty and place all of the blame
squarely at my feet. I want him to come
around on his own. If he can’t, then and ~only~ then will I tell him what
happened, but it will be as I’m severing the relationship for good.”
“Jounouchi, you can’t be serious.”
“I’m
deadly serious, Yugi; promise me that neither of you will go
to him on your own.”
“All right,” Yugi said reluctantly.
“You too, Honda, I mean it; don’t you try to fix this either.”
“Yes Sir,” Honda bowed his head in submission, as Jounouchi left to go
to the guest room.
As he reached the door, he heard Honda whisper something to Yugi. Yugi’s
pleased and slightly louder, “really, you’d be willing to do that? You’re such a good boy. That doesn’t mean that you’re not spending
the rest of the night in the cage though; now come on,” made him curious enough
to turn around. Instantly, he wished he
hadn’t. Seeing Honda trussed up once
again made him even more lonely and heartsick for what he had lost that
night. With one last longing glance at
his two friends, he headed off to bed.
TBC
StormyHaven—Thank you, I’m glad you’re enjoying this. I hope you liked this update. I can’t promise when the next chapter will
be, not too long I hope.
Jessica—Thank you.
Unfortunately not much of Seto in this chapter, but he will be present
in the next.
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