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love dog	By : Rroselavy Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6637 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: love dog. (2/7)
Author: Rroselavy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: S/j, J/oc, OC/j, S/oc, S/j/oc
Beta: Akuchan
Spoilers: None
Summary: To protect his family, Jounouchi Katsuya works as a prostitute in a teahouse. When Kaiba Seto happens upon the blond in his new vocation, he becomes determined once and for all to put the blond in his place. Neither man is prepared for the fallout from the power exchange of their sexual liaisons.
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I wake up again, and this time I'm alone in the dimly lit room. I have no idea how long I've been asleep. I lay my hand on the mattress next to me; it's still warm where He'd been laying. I feel empty and used up, like a Kleenex; He's taken what He wanted from me and now He's abandoned me. I'm angry that that thought makes me feel sad. Of course, I was only imagining that things had changed between us! I know that I'm nothing but His whore. I hear the door open and the soft rustling of someone approaching me. Instantly I'm alert and tense.
"Katsuya-kun?" A soft voice implores, and I relax. It's Tomoki, another boy who's become my charge since I rescued him from a brutal client. Now, whenever he can, he stays near me, following me around like a puppy. I roll over slowly, my muscles ache and I'm so damned tired. "Are you okay? He didn't hurt you-"
"I'm fine, Tomi." My voice is hoarse from disuse. He crawls onto the bed and lies down next to me, nestling his head under my chin and pressing his body the length of mine. No, Tomoki's more like a cat, in need of affection and a warm lap to sleep in, I think, as I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer. It doesn't feel bad to be needed this way.
"Haha told me to come get you. The room needs to be readied for another guest." So much for sleeping on a nice comfortable mattress; I stretch lazily before slipping out of the bed and hear him gasp. "Your kimono is so beautiful," he says wistfully. "I wish that someone would give me gifts like that."
"Be careful what you wish for, Tomi. You might get more than what you bargained for," I warn. I look deeply into his green eyes. His angelic face is feathered by fine straight red hair, I shudder inwardly; he reminds me of Shizuka, and I think that is why I chose to be his savior that night. I don't think about what I saved him for, because life here isn't worth much to begin with. But I would hate to see him hurt again like he was that night. At the time, his client-some bastard Yakuza, was beating him senseless. The goon had definitely crossed the line for acceptable actions that Haha instituted, but none of the other boys would lift a finger to help Tomoki, even though his fearful screams echoed throughout the teahouse.
Haha had been called away on an emergency, and He'd left me in charge-I suppose I should feel honored or something by that. One of the other boys had taken sick and needed to be brought to the hospital; Haha would trust no one else with that errand, He knows what the likelihood is that one of us would actually return after being granted such freedom--so there was no one for me to turn to for help. What I walked in on was indescribably bad, and I'm still amazed that Tomi is alive, let alone physically okay after the condition I found him in. There really is no depth to the depravity of the human mind, it is only limited by what someone can afford to pay, and the torture that had been inflicted on Tomi that night before the beating began turned my stomach every time I thought about it. I didn't know how bad he'd been abused until much later, when he was finally able to talk about it. If I'd known it then, I probably wouldn't have stopped while that poor excuse for a human was still alive. As it was, when I kicked open the door and saw Tomoki's bound, bloody body being clumsily flayed by a cat o' nine tails in the inept hands of his client, I lost it completely, and all the rage that I'd thought I'd left behind when I walked away from Hirutani and his gang of yakuza-in-training flowed through me. After I'd beaten the hell out of the guy and used his own whip a couple of times on him for good measure-heh heh, I showed him just what a tool like that could do in talented hands-I thought for sure I would lose my life. I was handcuffed by one of our guards, the prick-he'd probably been paid off by the guest not to interfere-and left in a punishment cage to await Haha's return. At least someone had the sense to start treating Tomi. I thought Haha would punish me severely, or hand me over to the gang, which for me meant certain torture and a painful death, but instead, He protected me. I never thought that he held any power over the Yakuza who run this town, but that night, if it hadn't been for Haha, I surely would be dead. Even though He's a sick bastard, I owe Him one for that.
I pick up all the toys my Master used on me earlier and slip them into a satchel. He's left me no instruction about the chastity belt, and I hope that He's forgotten to leave word with Haha about it. Tomoki shadows me as I head to the Master's office, where my fate will be sealed until He comes to visit me again. Fear creeps through my body when the word 'if' echoes in my head, I have to stop thinking that way, and concentrate on ... making Him want me more. As dirty as that thought makes me feel, I also feel a stirring in my loins as the sensation of His hands exploring my body washes over me. I disgust myself sometimes.
Haha is waiting for me in the library, and I enter, eyes downcast, but mindful of the expensive kimono, I don't fall to my knees, but rather wait patiently to be recognized. Haha is extraordinarily handsome, His jet-black hair is combed back neatly; the only times I've ever seen it out of place has been when He's exerted Himself in doling out punishments. His black eyes are sharp and full of keen intelligence; He insists that we all speak properly and are well-educated. It is important to Haha that we are able to converse with our guests, even though that is the last thing on their minds. In His opinion, it is what sets this teahouse apart from our competitors. I'm privy to all of this because He's taken a liking to me, though I suspect He would discard me the second I've lived past my usefulness here. Everyone must pull their weight here, or they disappear.
Haha has a terrible temper, and yet he is the epitome of control, always impeccably groomed and dressed. He will roll up his starched shirtsleeves carefully before taking the whip to one of the boys. I don't think I will ever be able to watch a man unbutton his cuffs and roll up his sleeves without an initial feeling of fear and trepidation. He's a sick fuck, too. The fact that He demands to be called Haha-the endearment for mother-by all of his boys, when He is neither motherly nor feminine in the least, only scratches the surface. No tool is beneath him when it comes to managing the minds and bodies of the boys He has been charged with, though I'd be the first to say, that above all, He is fair. But He will just as easily torment His target psychologically as physically, though He's never punished anyone that I know of without warning or thorough documentation of the transgressions that led up to disciplinary action. But He does have a sadistic streak that I know of firsthand; He gets off on others' pain, and especially if they enjoy the pain He inflicts as well.
"Katsuya," He says, and His voice is soothing, like velvet against my skin. "Come sit next to me." I do as He commands, and He pulls me into his lap. I forgot to mention that He's deceptively strong. I rest my head against His shoulder, I'm not afraid of Him touching me, but I am resigned to it. He kneads my lower back and we stay like that for a few moments before He speaks again. I'd just about drifted off to sleep. "Your master was very happy with your services tonight. He's left no punishment, only instructions for you to read this book."
He hands me a slim black volume, the front of the leather-bound cover inscribed in gold letters. Thus Spoke Zarathustra, I read, and I remember that it was the book He was reading the day we met Him in school. I look up at Haha, puzzled, and He waves His hands in dismissal. "It is not your place to question, only to follow your master's instructions." I sigh deeply; I used to hate reading but since coming here, I've been working my way through the library that Haha keeps; I would rather read about someone else's problems than dwell on my own.
"Katsuya-kun," he says softly, and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. Haha never uses -kun, unless He is extremely pissed, or has bad news. "Your father's condition has worsened." He falls silent then.
"How much money?" I ask after a while.
He shakes his head. "You need to let him go."
"He's the only family I have!" My voice has a panicked edge to it. If I lose him, then I've lost all reason for being here. Then there will only be the debt, and I will just be a common whore working it off. As long as my dad is alive, I can cling to the illusion of my noble cause. "I can't just let him die! Why won't you help me!?!"
He slaps me hard. "Just this once, I will forgive your transgression because of the news, but be careful, Katsuya, remember to whom you are speaking." He warns softly. I shiver involuntarily. "If it means that much to you, ask your Master for the money."
"No-He'll never help me." I say miserably. My cheek is smarting from the force of his hand. I'm sure there will be a read welt in its shape on it. "Why aren't the treatments working?" I wonder out loud.
"Because your father never received them, Katsuya. He gambled away the money you gave him instead of seeking treatment. The father that you love so much, who suggested you come work for me-"
"He didn't know," I say feebly.
"When he knew what this place was, who I am and what we do here-" Haha continues, and I cover my ears, not caring that I'm behaving like a child; I can't bear to hear what I know he's about to say.
He pulls my hands away easily, and turns my chin, forcing me to look at Him. "Instead of choosing life, he chose to drink and gamble himself into further debt. Even the yakuza refuse to take his wagers now."
"He can't help it," I gasp. "He's sick." My world is collapsing around my ears as I contemplate the mounting debt, double-digit interest accruing weekly; I wasn't good in math back in highschool, but I know enough that I will never be able to work it off now. Tears fall from my eyes, but I don't care that He sees them. Haha has seen me cry before; He's made me cry on many an occasion during my training.
"You'd be surprised to find out just what Kaiba Seto would do for you." Haha says cryptically. The significance of His naming my Master doesn't dawn on me until much later; here in the teahouse we never mention guests by name. Haha holds me tightly and allows me to sob like a baby on His shoulder. When I'm done crying, He pushes me out of his lap and changes the subject. "Tomoki needs a Master," He says blandly, "and I would like you to see to his training."
I stiffen at the thought. I don't want to be Tomi's trainer; to inflict pain and pleasure on his body; to own him heart and soul. Or do I? Suddenly the thought of owning him, in the same way that He owns me, and all the power that comes with it, sends a thrill down my spine. And I can't deny the way Tomi makes me feel when he curls up next to me. But I'm filled with apprehension. What will He think when he finds out? My head is filled with conflicting thoughts, I should be sad that my father is dying, but as I sort the feelings out, I realize that I'm more than a little relieved, and that makes me feel guilty. But the reality is that he's been my charge since I was barely out of my teens, and his inability to care for himself put me in this position.
"His training is to begin immediately," Haha continues. Of course, I never had a choice in the matter. "I think you will both learn from the experience. Do you have anything to say, Katsuya? I would imagine that you might have a few questions."
"What will happen when my Master finds out?" I ask with some trepidation. "He has never been one to share, and in order for me to properly train Tomoki, I will need to take him."
"This transaction is teahouse internal business, and should not interfere with your commitment to your client. His moratorium on your sexual intercourse only extends to you being penetrated, specifically by guests, or, on occasion, attaining orgasm. If he finds out that you are Tomoki's master, we will work out a suitable arrangement." It never occurred to me that I wouldn't need to tell Him about Tomi.
"Katsuya," Haha continues, "Tomoki needs a gentle but firm hand; he will not trust anyone but you. If this doesn't work, he will be of no use to me."
"What will happen to him then?"
Haha waves His hand dismissively and smiles. His row of even teeth remind me of a shark's grin, and I shudder again. "Don't worry about that, focus on the task at hand." He produces a collar and leash from one of His pockets, not unlike the one that was used during my early training. "You are free to go, but don't forget the reading assignment, I expect you to be ready to converse with your master on the finer points of the book the next time he comes to see you."
I glare at the book that I've been holding as if it were the source of all my misery. Seeing my expression, Haha laughs. "You can learn a lot from that book, Katsuya. It's a brilliant philosophical treatise."

I want to ask Haha how He came to know so much, and yet ended up running a whorehouse, but I bite back my words. All in all, the evening has gone well for me, and I'd hate it if my mouth got me in trouble at this late stage. I nod vaguely, my mind already contemplating all the things that I've been given permission to do to Tomoki.
I find him asleep, curled on his mat, a thin blanket pulled around his body. I strip the blanket off, and he wakes up, eyes wide in fear. When he sees it's me, he calms down. I dangle the leash in front of him.
"Haha says you're mine now." I squat down next to him, searching for a reaction in his sea green eyes. The genuine smile he beams at me is disconcerting; he's happy that I've been named his master. I can't help but feel the thrill of arousal as I slip the collar around his neck. He's mine to do what I please with, and it is a heady thought. I could fuck him right now, but knowing what he's been through holds me back. Instead, I tug gently but firmly on the leash. "Let's go, from now on, you're gonna stay with me." I say, before leading him back to my cell.
~tbc~
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