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A Shovel And Some Faith	By : WhosJeebus Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5472 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: A Shovel And Some Faith - Chapter 1/10
Author: WhosJeebus
Rating: NC-17 (and that's putting it mildly)
Pairing(s): Seto/Joey, other surprise pairings
Beta: Jennie B. (she's having my two-headed love child!)
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Read at your own risk. Seriously. This fic contains situations of a decidedly grotesque nature. If you get squicked, and STILL keep reading, don't blame me for your nightmares. I warned ya. I will say no more. **looks shifty-eyed**
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, and probably never will. Kazuki Takahashi will most likely take a hit out on me if he ever reads this fic.
Summary: Seto's kinks have steadily become more and more extreme, much to Jounouchi's dismay. Has he finally gone TOO far with his latest fetish? [From the 2005 Kink Fest Challenge at A Dragon's Lair]
Author's Notes: Review responses follow the fic!

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Chapter 1:
Huddled into a ball, his horror closing him off from the world around him, Seto didn't immediately notice the imposing figure standing at the foot of his bed. He blinked, attempting to clear his vision as he struggled to sit up. No, it couldn't be...
"Quit your snivelling, boy. You've got work to do." Dressed in an impeccable suit and surrounded by his powerful aura of intimidation, Kaiba Gozaburo was just as daunting now as he had been the last day Seto had seen him alive. The former CEO curled his lip in disdain. "Get on your feet." He strode around to the side of the bed and peered down at Jou's still form. "And put some clothes on." He crossed his arms and stared pointedly at the frightened boy, obviously expecting his orders to be obeyed without hesitation.
Seto managed to find his voice, but only rasped out, "You...you're..."
"Dead? Come on Seto, you're a bright boy. Playing dumb doesn't work with me." Gozaburo met Seto's azure gaze with his own cold, black one and crossed his arms. He tilted his head toward the bed and smirked. "Seems to me that murder's become your new hobby. You really should give up that silly card game once and for all. I think you may have finally found your true calling. You're two for two now."
Seto closed his eyes tightly and curled his body over Jou's. "It was an accident..."
"I don't care. What's done is done. Now it's time to take out the trash."
Tightening his grip on Jou, Seto felt tears begin to course down his face. "Go away. Leave me alone..." He buried his face in Jou's chest, ignoring the cruel taunts from his ghostly vision.
"God, you're pathetic.I didn't raise you to be this weak."
Incensed, Seto looked up to meet his stepfather's glare. "Weak? I think I've already proven which one of us is weak..." He swiped the back of his hand across his eyes and pointed an accusing finger at Gozaburo. "I'm still here and you're NOT. Thanks to me, you're DEAD, and I'm not the least bit repentant, either." He stood to face the taller man, sparks of fury blazing in his blue eyes. "You're gone and you can't control me anymore! You're out of our lives where you'll never be able to hurt Mokuba or me ever again! You're - "
"Dead? Like your little, broken toy there?"
Seto let his face fall into his hands once more, stumbling backwards until he came up against the bedroom's far wall. He slumped to the ground, pulling his knees against his chest, his breath hitching in his throat. "Oh God. I - I don't know what to do..."
Gozaburo took no pity on his adopted son. "Pull yourself together, first of all. If you'd stop crying and whining like a pathetic girl, I think you'd realize what needs to be done." With purposeful steps, he stalked over to shadow the trembling figure against the wall. "I'm not going to allow you to fall apart over some worthless whore," he spat.
"Jou isn't - "
"And I already told you I don't CARE. You took a life in pursuit of a cheap thrill and now you're going to deal with the consequences."
Seto looked up hopefully. "You're saying I should accept responsibility - ?"
"No, dammit! You're not listening to me!" Seto cowered against the wall as his stepfather ranted at him. "I'm saying that it takes more than one dead puppy to bring down a Kaiba!" Gozaburo roared at him, spittle flying from his lips."Now get your useless ass up and do what you have to!"
Seto scrambled to his feet and scurried about the room, gathering his scattered clothing. He carefully kept his face averted until he was fully dressed, determined to regain control over his mind and body. When he looked up again, Gozaburo was nowhere to be seen. He walked over to the huge bed and stared dispassionately down at Jou's lifeless form. His stepfather was right, damn him. Now was not the time to fall apart over this, and Seto might finally be able to prove his strength, once and for all.
Taking a handkerchief from his dresser drawer, Seto carefully removed the short dog chain from around Jou's neck and wiped it down. He wasn't sure if it could be dusted for fingerprints, but he didn't want to take any chances. He absently stuffed the chain and cloth into his front pants pocket and made his way to the adjoining restroom. Turning on the sink faucet, he retrieved a washcloth from the linen closet and stared down at his hands, momentarily confused. He felt tears pricking the backs of his eyes when he realized he'd been standing at the basin, waiting for the water to warm up. Seto's resolve very nearly cracked as it dawned on him that Jou wouldn't be complaining about the temperature anymore. He shoved his anguish back down and determinedly ran the cloth under the tepid stream. He could do this. No one would call him weak.
He returned to the bedroom, focused on the grim task at hand. He climbed back onto the bed, straddling Jou and carefully wiping away all outward traces of their passion. Methodically, Seto bathed the cooling flesh, his fingertips lingering over Jou's various scars and bruises. He decided he hated himself a little for thinking that the injuries only accented his lover's beauty, even in death.
As he tenderly redressed the blond in his discarded t-shirt and jeans, Seto began to formulate a plan. He should be able to leave the mansion with the body unnoticed. It was late, and most of the servants had already retired for the evening. Mokuba was away all weekend on a camping trip and wouldn't be a problem. He would take the Jaguar, as it was a four-door vehicle and the least flashy of his numerous automobiles. But where to go? The Kaiba estate extended for hundreds of acres all around, many of them wooded. He should stay relatively close, reducing his risk of being seen in the area, but still drive far enough away to avoid direct suspicion. Just outside the boundaries should do it - after all, who would even suspect the esteemed Kaiba Seto? He was a respected member of the community and a billionaire businessman who owned a great deal of rural and commercial Domino City itself. By all outward appearances, he and Jou barely knew each other, and both went to a great deal of trouble to avoid any outside interaction. He had plenty of witnesses that would attest to that fact. If he were questioned, Seto could simply claim that he had once run in the same circles as the victim, but had never really cared for or gotten to know the boy. He would, of course, express dismay at the passing of a fellow duelist and make an official statement denying any involvement with his unfortunate demise. No one would ever suspect, much less put two and two together..
Seto pressed the heels of his hands against his closed eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath. He was disgusted with himself for such callous thoughts, but he couldn't afford to break down now. Later, he insisted to himself; he would deal with self-recrimination after he had taken care of business. Right now he had to prioritize. He lifted Jou in his arms and made his way through the darkened house, his steps silent and sure. He paused outside the garage, juggling the limp form in his arms as he grabbed the key for his black XJ-8. Locating the correct bay, he once again struggled with the logistics of carrying a body and unlocking the rear door. His efforts soon paid off, and he gently lay Jou down across the back seat, arranging his limbs carefully on the leather upholstery. Seto slid behind the driver's seat and started the engine. He took another deep breath, struggling to remain calm. He knew his task was halfway done, but if he panicked now, he would surely be caught. He once again steeled himself in his resolve, opened the automatic garage door and drove out into the black of night.
He exited at the rear of the estate, stepping out of his vehicle and manually unlocking the gate with his bodyguard's personal PIN number. Seto didn't want to have to come up with a plausible reason for using his own ID passcode, and the more complicated his alibi became, the larger his chances were of being caught out in an obvious lie.
He drove slowly and deliberately without using his headlights, quickly pulling to the side of the road at any hint of an oncoming vehicle in the distance. As he peered through the darkened windshield, his senses were assaulted by random images he was helpless to ignore: Jou, laughing delightedly at one of Seto's rare jokes. Jou, asleep on one of the mansion's many sofas, the flickering light from a television enhancing his delicate features. Jou, beneath him in the throes of passion, his face contorted in ecstasy and sweat plastering his golden hair to his forehead. Each vision was burned into his memory like an accusing brand. He wasn't tortured by sight alone - he could hear Jou's voice, feel his hot, slick skin pressed against him once more, remember his taste as if it were all happening again right now. Seto swallowed back the tears that threatened and quashed these painful phantoms ruthlessly. He built up a mantra of denial in his mind, fighting to retain his tenuous hold on sanity. "Not now, not now..." he told himself repeatedly, begging his vengeful conscience for mercy. Gradually, the vivid hallucinations dissipated, leaving him shaking and filled with self loathing.
No longer caring if he was far enough from his home territory to allay suspicion, he pulled the car off the road at the next rise and parked behind the cover of a small copse of trees. He experienced a sudden, irrational flash of anger at Jou. How dare the mutt cause him to feel these emotions? What made Jounouchi Katsuya so special that Seto had abandoned years of conditioning overnight? Affection and compassion were to be regarded as the ultimate in weakness; Gozaburo had drilled this into him for what had felt like the span of several lifetimes. Despite that bastard's tireless efforts, Jou had managed to get under Seto's skin and melt his cold, harsh exterior. He had forced Seto to confront his deeply buried human side and had endowed him with a few moments of happiness, however brief. He had repaid Jou's gift by taking his life.
Seto's stomach lurched, and he fumbled frantically for the door handle, certain he was going to vomit. The door swung open, and he spilled out onto the hard ground, falling to his knees and gasping in huge lungfuls of the chilled night air. He pounded the earth with his fists, heaving out great, coughing sobs from deep within his chest, tears running unchecked down his face. Seto threw back his head and screamed his rage and grief to the heavens, uncaring of who might overhear. The anguished sounds echoed and amplified in the still air, threatening to explode his own skull with their intensity, but Seto was powerless to stop their release. When his throat was too raw to continue, he opened his eyes and stared unseeingly into the night sky. Clouds obscured the moon and stars, the featureless landscape of the atmosphere granting him neither solace nor absolution; nor had he expected any.
Seto slowly regained his feet, moving as though he had aged a hundred years in the past few hours. His throat burned, and he felt weighed down by his loss and guilt; body and mind both unwilling to complete the task at hand. Numbly, he opened the Jag's back door and lifted Jou's slender figure into his arms once more. He marched blindly through the woods, clutching his burden close to his chest. He stumbled around in the pitch darkness, heedless of the sharp branches as they whipped against his face and shoulders, single-mindedly protecting only Jou from their reach. It seemed as though he hiked for hours, and when he encountered a small clearing, he placed Jou's body gently in the center of it, lovingly brushing the hair from his pale face. Seto leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss on the soft, breathless lips. "I'm so sorry, Katsuya. I never meant for this to happen." He attempted to continue, choking on his words and furiously rubbing at his stinging eyes. "I hope that you can forgive me..." He looked away, ashamed at having asked this of the boy he'd wronged so grievously. It seemed that even in the depths of despair, his selfish nature won out.
Unwilling to leave just yet, Seto gathered the blond to his chest, grasping his face tenderly between trembling hands. He leaned close, gazing at the slumbering face he knew by heart, and pressed their lips together again in a final gesture of farewell. As his mouth clamped down over Jou's, Seto felt an inexplicable surge of lust sweep through his body, arousal flooding his bloodstream and causing his skin to tingle enticingly. His cock twitched within the confines of his clothing as he feverishly forced open the still-wet cavern, tangling his hot, moist tongue with Jou's unresponsive one. He moaned aloud, grinding his groin down against the narrow hips beneath him, desperately clenching his fists around handfuls of soft, gold hair. As Seto slid one searching hand up the back of Jou's shirt, he was brought back to his senses by the smooth expanse of rapidly cooling skin against his own hot flesh. He pulled away in horror, thrusting the other teen's unmoving form away from himself forcefully and swiping at his mouth in revulsion. He staggered to his feet, backing away on unsteady legs, and nearly fainted from fright when he felt something brush his thigh. He glanced down to see the forgotten metal chain dangling from his pocket, and he angrily snatched at it, snarling as he flung the hated thing as far away from him as he could. Panting heavily, he bolted from the clearing, unsure if he was even headed in the right direction. The panicked teenager gradually calmed, slowing his hectic gait and gathering his bearings in the dense woodwork. His mind skittered away from acknowledging what had occurred just moments earlier, and focused instead on finding the path back to his car. He set off again, rationalizing that in his grief, his subconscious had simply refused to accept the fact that Jou was gone. It seemed reasonable enough - even now, he was feeling deep pangs of regret for leaving his lover alone in the dark forest, even though his brain logically insisted that Jou was dead.
Unbidden, a grim voice spoke up from the dark recesses of the brunet's very being. Jou was dead. Seto could now do ANYTHING, fulfill any fantasy he wanted, unleash each and every pent-up desire, with NO consequences. All he had to do was turn around and --
Horrified at the morbid turn his thoughts had taken, Seto shoved the voice down and redoubled his swift pace; his only and immediate goal being to escape the frightening expanse of trees all the more quickly. He spotted the dim outline of his Jag ahead of him and sighed with relief. He'd feel better once he was behind the wheel; the promise of the familiar environment of his home and a hot shower beckoned him onward. He admitted to a certain amount of relief now that his appointed task was done, and it turned his stomach to acknowledge this further evidence of his cold and calculating nature. He started the car, once again allowing his tortured mind to separate from his horrifying and disturbing reality.
The drive back to the mansion was nothing but a half remembered blur, and he remained unaware of his surroundings until he drifted back to himself in the shower. Placing his palms flat against the tile, Seto angled his head down and under the scalding spray. He hissed as the hot water sluiced over his back, but he didn't allow himself to pull away. He ground his teeth together and reached forward, turning the temperature up as high as it would go. At this point, he could have cared less if the scorching torrent flayed every inch of skin from his bones - he certainly deserved it. He bit back a groan of agony and held himself rigid under the unbearable assault. He deserved this. He deserved the burn. He deserved a horrid, painful ending and he deserved to -- Seto's head snapped up at the sudden, soft noise from the other side of the shower door. He quickly turned off the faucet, rolled the tension from his shoulders, and placed one hand on the metal handle. Readying himself in a fighting stance, Seto flung the door open and peered out into the heavily fogged room. Across the expanse of the luxurious bathroom, he detected a slight figure steadily moving toward him through the dense steam. As the clouds parted, Seto felt his lips pull back from his teeth in a grimace of terror, and he clutched at the wall, his hands slipping frantically through the beaded moisture. His fingers scrabbled for purchase as he staggered backwards, his breath frozen in his chest with fright.
Jounouchi stood in the middle of the dark marble floor, hands stuffed deep in his front pockets. His pose was deceptively casual, and his eyes bore an expression of sparkling mischief above his smirking lips. Livid red marks stood out on his neck against the unnaturally pale skin, and his smile broadened as he observed Seto's terrified reaction.
"Hiya, Moneybags. Didja miss me?"
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tbc

A/N: Well, it seems that my earlier formula for posting here at AFF.net was correct. It seems to be my lot in life to receive one review per every 100 hits. Not a bad ratio, but let's see if we can't up that number, shall we? I'd appreciate it, love you, give you my firstborn, and be eternally grateful, etc. if you would let me know what you thought of the fic, good or bad. You know you want to! **nods** For serious, do it.
OK, now that I'm done whoring for reviews, on to the recognition!

BBQ_Bandit - You'll be happy to know that this IS a finished fic, and barring an asteroid hitting the earth or the machines finally rising up and coming after us, I WILL be posting a new chapter every 3 days. Like clockwork. Does that fit the bill?
zombiedarkelf18 - **laughs** Yes, he did. And I'm sorry for leaving it off like that, but I have an insatiable fondness for evil cliffhangers. Get used to it -- I'm going to be torturing you like that for 10 more chapters PLUS an epilogue. That is, if you decide to stick around. I hope you will. As I mentioned above, this fic is a finished challenge entry, so I'll be updating regularly to get you your fix. Enjoy!
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