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Puppet Master	By : DarkTemptations Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2723 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Puppet Master 2/4

Author: Dark Temptations

Beta: Vash is my Angel

Rating: NC-17

Summary: On the night of Halloween, Joey and Kaiba are lured into a trap and find themselves at the mercy of someone who controls them like puppets on a string.

Disclaimer: I am very sorry to say that I do not own Yugioh or any of the characters in this fic. The only things I own are a couple of duel decks, two albums of stickers, more cards than I can count and some action figures that keep falling over and landing in poses far more interesting than I could ever put them into deliberately.

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Dark Temptations Presents

Puppet Master

Chapter 2

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Joey groaned at the relentless pounding in his head. He wanted to open his eyes, but he knew that would only make his head ache even more strongly. As he resisted the urge, he heard a sound that sent an icy chill down his spine.

Nearby, someone was laughing softly.

The sound stirred Joey's memories, causing them to race back into his mind from the depths of his subconscious where they had been lying in wait to pounce on him.

The night had started off great. He'd been out walking, enjoying the sight of all the little kids going Trick or Treating and getting a real buzz out of seeing how many were dressed up like Yugi and Seto - right down to Yugi's distinctive hair and Seto's trademark coat. Then he'd heard that sound. The soft laugh of someone standing right behind him, where he was sure no one had been only a few moments earlier.

After that... his memories were kind of fuzzy. He remembered the parking lot - although he didn't remember going there and he wasn't even sure where 'there' had been. He did remember seeing the shock in Seto's eyes as he had turned around and seen him, though. Joey also remembered his own shock mere moments later, as he had stared down at the brunette lying on the concrete in front of him.

Had he... killed him? He didn't know. He wasn't sure he wanted to know. But he knew he had to find out.

That was the last thing he could recall. Had he passed out from the shock? But then... where was he now and how had he come to be there?

The laugh came again - a brief chuckle that drew him out of his thoughts - and Joey forced himself not to shudder in revulsion at the maliciousness in it. He wasn't alone. The thought should have been at least a little comforting, but Joey had a feeling that he was going to wish it wasn't the case. Opening his eyes was the last thing he wanted to do. But at the same time, he had to know what was going on. So, he opened his eyes... to nothing.

His gasp sounded overly loud in the silence.

"Oh good, my little toy is finally awake."

Despite his panic over the fact that he could see nothing through the heavy blindfold covering his eyes, Joey did not miss the smug satisfaction in the soft, yet deep, voice. His anger flared, even as the sound of the voice itself teased at his mind - somehow familiar and yet not at the same time. Had he heard that voice before? He felt as if he had, but it was too soft for him to tell for sure.

"I'm no one's toy! Whoever ya are, you'd better let me go right now!"

"Or you will do... what?" The voice was now a low velvet purr of amusement. "In case you had not noticed, my little toy, you are chained to the wall. The only way you can move... is if I allow you to. You are at my mercy but do not fear. I can be very merciful to my toys. When I wish to be." The laugh came again, bringing with it another chill down Joey's spine.

"What do ya want with me? Who are ya?" He silently cursed his voice for the tremble he could hear in it. The last thing he wanted was for his captor to know how scared he was.

"So many questions! Naughty boy. Toys should be seen and not heard. Which reminds me... I cannot see nearly enough of you. Time to remedy that."

"What? What's that supposed to mean? No... Get away! Stay away from me!" Joey's fear was overwhelmed by his anger as the voice came closer and he felt something touch his chest. He tried to move, but the voice had been telling the truth earlier. He hadn't noticed before, but now he could feel something hard and cold around his wrists and ankles. Manacles? He quickly took a mental stocktake of his position.

He was standing on something - concrete by the feel of it - and the fact that he could feel it meant that his captor had removed his shoes while he'd been unconscious. His legs were chained in a fairly wide stance - uncomfortably so - and his arms were up above his head. The manacles were tight and no matter how he tried, he could not move more than an inch in any way. Despite that though, Joey still did his best to struggle. There was no way he was going to make it easy for his captor to do whatever he wanted!

"I suggest, my little toy, that you be good and stay nice and still." There was a hint of ice and steel in the voice. "I would hate to cut that pretty skin of yours. I do not wish to mark it... yet."

At the words 'cut' and 'yet', all thoughts of struggling flew from Joey's mind. He froze, his mind reeling as he realised that he was in even more trouble than he'd thought.

He felt the blade as it began to slowly move down his body. He heard it as it sliced with frightening ease through his clothes. First a straight line down his chest and over his belly. Then from his neck, along his shoulder and down his arm, first on one side and then the other. Joey forced himself not to shudder as his captor pulled the remains of his shirt off him. The air in the room was cold and he felt goosebumps rising on his skin.

His captor chuckled. "Well now... your pretty nipples are all puckered from the cold. Perhaps I should be kind and warm them for you."

Joey gasped as a warm wetness enveloped first one nipple and then the other. "No! That's... Get away from me! Stop!"

The laugh came again. "You do not like it? Such a shame. Ah well, I have other things to do anyway. Far more... pleasurable... things." The blade began to move again.

Joey felt the sweat slide down his chest as the blade began to cut through his pants as if they were nothing but air. He stayed perfectly still, not wanting to risk being cut in such an important place. After all... that was his favourite part of his body that was currently in danger! He winced as the blade moved down and silently made a pact with himself. If he got out of this, he would never wear drawstring pants again. Zippered fronts only. Although he couldn't be sure that this knife-wielding pervert wouldn't have cut along the zipper, instead of using it, anyway. He breathed a sigh of relief when the blade moved to his waist and began to slide down over one hip. The voice chuckled again.

"Was my little toy afraid that I would cut off something he treasures? Oh no. There would be no fun in that. We have only just begun to play. I never break my toys... so soon." The last two words were so soft, Joey barely heard them. They were all the more menacing for their softness.

The blade moved to his other side and down. Joey strained a little against the manacles on his arms. He knew it was useless, but every instinct in his body made him want to put his hands down and cover what was about to be uncovered.

As he felt his pants fall away from him and heard his captor's pleased laugh, Joey knew it was too late to preserve what little dignity he had left.

"No underwear? Why you naughty boy! I was looking forward to removing them, too. Ah well. Now we can get on to the fun part all the sooner."

The voice was so full of amusement that Joey threw caution to the winds. After all, if you couldn't demand an explanation when a knife-wielding pervert had just stripped you naked, when could you?

"Why? Why are ya doin' this to me? Who the hell are ya?"

A hand, warm, strong and strangely soft and smooth, began to stroke Joey's chest. Another hand went straight for the main event and wrapped itself around Joey's shaft, stroking him in a way that - even in his current situation - Joey knew he wouldn't be able to resist for very long.

"Again with the questions. Perhaps I should gag you... But no, then I would not be able to hear you beg... or scream." His captor moved closer, pressing his body against Joey's in a way that made it obvious that he was not only naked, but also fully aroused.

Swallowing his flash of fear at the feel of the other's shaft pressing into his belly, Joey tried again. "As if I'd give ya the satisfaction, ya perverted bastard!"

"Now now, such language! From such a pretty little toy, too. If I did not think you would bite, I would wash your mouth out for that." The suggestive move he made with his body as he said it made it clear that he did not mean with soap and water.

The hand on Joey's chest moved slowly, stroking towards its goal and then around it - never touching it - until Joey found himself straining against the manacles, trying to move his body the little distance needed for the hand to touch him where he longed to be touched. When he realised what he was doing, his disgust at himself must have shown on his face because his captor laughed again.

"Oh... does my little toy wish my touch?"

"Go to Hell, ya bastard!" Joey forced the words out through gritted teeth, then cried out as his nipple was sharply nipped by his captor's teeth.

"Naughty little toy. That is what you get for being so rude... and when I am being so nice to you, too. You need to learn a few manners."

His hand tightened on Joey's shaft, squeezing it just enough to make Joey groan. He nipped the abused nipple again and then began to suckle it, hard, his teeth nibbling on it at the same time.

Joey bit his lip hard to stop himself from crying out again. The initial pain was fading, being replaced by pleasure far more easily than he liked. What was wrong with him? How could he possibly be feeling anything but utter revulsion for what was happening to him? It felt so wrong, but there was also something about it that felt strangely... right. Was he losing his mind? What could possibly be right about this?

The hands were moving again. The one that had been tormenting his nipple had moved on to do the same to his other nipple while the other hand was again stroking and rubbing Joey's shaft. As much as Joey despised himself for thinking it, he had to admit that his captor was very good at giving hand jobs. He could feel his body beginning to respond to it.

Joey lost track of how long he stood there with his captor stroking his shaft as he licked, nibbled and suckled on Joey's tender and abused nipple. He fought against his rising feelings of arousal as best he could - calling to mind everything he could remember about maths equations and history lessons. It was not much in the way of rebellion, but it was all he could do since he was still unable to move. It worked fairly well though. Joey managed to keep himself from becoming fully aroused. But then his captor moved his mouth from Joey's nipple to his ear and began to whisper to him.

"You liked what happened this morning. I know you did. I was there. I saw how you reacted. One kiss and you were ripe for the picking. The look in your eyes told me everything. You did not want to stop. You wanted to be taken, right there against the locker, in full view of everyone. You were disappointed when it did not happen."

"No... No!" Joey tried to protest - tried not to listen - even as his uncooperative mind began to replay that scene from earlier in the day. He strained against his manacles and tried desperately to stop remembering, but it was no use. The feel of Kaiba's body - firm and warm against his own, Kaiba's surprisingly soft lips against his, the skillful way in which his tongue had slipped into his mouth and tasted him even as it had offered him a taste of paradise in return... Joey remembered it all.

"Tell me, my little toy, do you respond to everyone that way... or could that possibly have been your first kiss?" His captor laughed softly and stroked Joey's hardened shaft. "My my... it seems that you enjoyed it even more than I thought."

Joey growled. "Screw you."

The laugh came again, but this time the cold amusement in it sent an icy shudder up Joey's spine.

"Actually... I would much rather do the opposite."

Horror and fear flooded through Joey and he tried to move away as he felt his captor's hand leave his nipple. "What? No! No way! Don't ya dare!"

The soft laugh came again, then Joey gasped as he was touched again, this time in a place where no one had ever touched before. "No!" His protests were useless, but he still made them as the hand began to prepare him.

His captor's experience in that area was undeniable. Although he moved quickly, he was thorough and Joey felt nothing more than a few twinges of pain and discomfort as he was lubed up. That didn't stop his protests though. His captor ignored him but when he removed his hand and gripped Joey's hips, his hold was hard enough to leave bruises.

"My... My little toy is so very noisy. Let us see if we can put that voice of yours to better use, shall we? Scream for me."

"Shut up! Get away from me, ya pervert bastard! No! Don't! Stop it! No!" Joey cried out in pain as his captor began to push his hard shaft inside Joey. He went slowly, but it still hurt and Joey's tenseness wasn't helping. He knew he should try to relax but... it went against all his instincts.

It seemed to take forever for his captor to finally sheathe himself completely inside Joey's body. He moaned softly and then began to draw out again. Joey breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was all over. Then his captor thrust back inside him again and he knew it was just beginning. "No! Stop! Get away from me ya pervert!"

"Now really... is that any way to speak to your lover?" The voice sounded amused, which made Joey even angrier.

"There's no way you're anythin' more than a sick and twisted pervert!"

"Oh? How strange... I got the feeling from your response this morning that you felt so differently, too."

It took a few seconds for the words to register - since Joey was a little distracted with being taken at the time and his captor had also just begun stroking his shaft in time with his thrusts. "Huh? What?" Joey tried to ignore the cold, sick feeling growing in his stomach. "What are ya talkin' about? Get away from me!"

The laugh came yet again. "Ah, I forgot. You have not worked it out yet. You have no idea... who I am." His other hand moved from Joey's hip and he paused in his thrusting as he pulled the blindfold off.

Joey blinked, momentarily dazzled by the change in light, even though the room was lit only by a single dull bulb hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room. He blinked and then looked at his captor, growling and glaring at him. "I don't care who you..." His voice trailed off as the sick feeling in his stomach gave way to a sudden hollow feeling. He stared in shock and disbelief. "N...No... I... I don't believe it. It can't be... Not... not you."

Seto Kaiba smiled slightly and thrust deeply inside Joey. "Oh, but it is me, Wheeler." He leaned forward and kissed his blonde captive deeply, his body still thrusting hard and fast. Joey struggled to turn his head away but Kaiba continued to kiss him and, after a few seconds, Joey finally began to kiss him back.

Kaiba stroked Joey's shaft with one hand, his thumb rubbing over the tip and pressing into the slit already moistened by Joey's arousal.

Joey's body strained into the touch.

Kaiba stroked his other hand over Joey's hip.

Joey moaned softly into the kiss.

Kaiba thrust hard and fast and deep.

Joey began to tremble as he neared his release.

Kaiba groaned as he came deep within Joey's body.

Their tongues dueled, tasting each other.

Joey went absolutely still, then his head turned sharply and he managed to break free of the kiss just as he found his release.

Kaiba smiled at him. "I was hoping you would scream my name. Ah well, maybe next time."

Joey panted as he glared at Kaiba. His voice was a low growl when he spoke.

"I don't know how you managed this, ya bastard, but I do know one thing. You're not Seto Kaiba, so who the hell are you?"

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