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Title:
Broken rose. 3/?

Author:
Akuchan

Rating:
NC-17

Pairing(s):
Jxs; Yxh

Beta:
Daisey (hugs tightly, once again your help & support has been

immeasurable)

Spoilers:
None.

Disclaimer:
I never have and never will own Yugioh.

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?

�Seto� Seto� Damn it, Seto,� the hand of
the younger Kaiba brother slammed down on the smooth surface of the tempered
glass desk that the brunet was currently sitting at. �Have you even heard one word that I�ve said?�

�I�m sorry Mokuba, I must have drifted
off. What were you saying?�

The young man rolled his eyes, �Yes, you�ve
been doing an awful lot of that lately.
I said that everything is set for the final negotiations with Hoji-Co
and that, after today�s meeting, we should be able to move ahead with the plans
to buy them out. My team and I have
answered all of their concerns regarding their current employees, and there
should be no further delays. Here�s the
report for you to read so that you can be up to speed when we go into the
meeting.�

�Thank you, Mokuba,� Seto said, taking the
leather bound report from his brother and swivelling his chair around, promptly
forgetting it as he stared out of the window.
With his free hand he dug into the left-hand pocket of his suit jacket. As he fingered the dulled edge of a broken
glass petal, his thoughts were consumed by Jounouchi, as they had been since he
had walked away from his master two weeks ago.
They had been the only constants in his life these past few weeks; the
rose petal in his pocket, picked up from the scattered debris on the staircase
early the next morning after he had flung the whole away from himself, and the perpetual ache in his heart.
As he thought about how much he missed his master, he scratched the
pointed end of the petal over the pad of his index finger, but it was no longer sharp and didn�t cut into his skin. All of his fingers and both of his hands
were covered in little nicks and cuts from that piece of glass, as was his
penis. When he was at home alone and the
need for his master�s training overwhelmed him, his only form of relief had
been to masturbate and slash at his penis with the petal to bring himself to
orgasm. Nicking a vein should have
stopped that practice but it didn�t; instead, it took the petal getting too dull to offer any relief to bring it to
an end. Though Seto missed his master
horribly, his need had not yet been strong enough to force him to pick up the
phone and call Jounouchi�s cell. He
didn�t even know where his master was staying, though he assumed it was with
one of his friends, probably, Mutou. He
did his damnedest to ignore the lances of jealousy and feelings of betrayal
that poked at his heart, but that was a futile effort.

�Seto, the meeting is in two hours; you�re going to look like a fool and make us all lose face if you don�t
know what is in that report. Now turn
around and read that damn thing immediately.�

The stern tone with which his brother had
spoken to him was just what he needed and with a
mumbled �yes Master�, he turned the chair around and immersed
himself completely in the report. Seto stopped once in a while to clarify a few
points, but mostly he was quiet while he
read. He was so absorbed in the task at
hand that he failed to notice the concern clouding his brother�s eyes. Flicking his eyes up as he turned the page,
Seto noticed the concern clouding his brother�s gaze, and he immediately knew
what he had done to put it there. �At least he doesn�t look shocked any more,�
he thought, half in embarrassment, half in bitter amusement as he realized that
Mokuba had gotten used to hearing him respond automatically with �yes, Master�
whenever the younger man took on a certain tone of voice. And the worst of it
was, despite the fact that Mokuba had had to resort to that tone more and more
over the past two weeks, Seto couldn�t bring himself to stop. It was almost as
if his brother�s sharp tones and angry demands, followed by his own immediate,
submissive response, was the one thing that kept the brunet�s abject depression
from showing in front of anyone else but Mokuba. To everyone else, he barked a
lot and was very short tempered, like he had been before he and Jounouchi had
gotten together. So, though they could tell that something was wrong and
thought it best to stay out of his way, they didn�t see just how lost their CEO
really was. *

While reading the report, Seto couldn�t
help the swell of pride that rose in his chest. The purchase of Hoji-Co was a minor acquisition, and it didn�t
matter to him one way or the other if they were successful in their bid or
not. For that reason alone, it was a
good first project for Mokuba to head as he started his career with Kaiba
Corp. If Mokuba and his team were
successful, it would be a major boost to his confidence. If they weren�t, it
would be a good learning experience without any real harm being done to the
company. When he finished, Seto looked
to his brother. �OK, Mokuba, everything looks fine. You did excellent work on
this, and I�m very proud of you. I�ll
chair the meeting if you think that it�s necessary for me to be there, but I
think that you should deliver the presentation of this report.�

�Seto, I�m honoured that you think so, but
as CEO of the company ~you~ should be the one do it. I think the president of Hoji-Co would be insulted if anyone
~but~ you delivered it.�

Seto sighed deeply; he didn�t care if the
president was insulted or not, but he didn�t want to undermine his brother�s
confidence by letting him know how inconsequential the deal really was, so he
had to keep up the pretence and treat this meeting as if it were of the utmost
importance. He just didn�t feel like
doing it. In fact, he hadn�t felt like doing much of anything since Jounouchi
had left. Not only would he have to
chair this meeting, but his brother would also expect him to entertain the
gentlemen afterwards. It was the price
of this charade, he supposed. Besides,
what else did he have to look forward to?
Nothing, another lonely night spent in the mansion by himself, working
until he fell exhausted into bed, only to wake up a few hours later, not rested
but unable to sleep. In those quiet
hours of the morning he had often found himself down in the dungeon, draped
over one or another of his master�s favourite discipline pieces, longing for
Jounouchi, and regretting immensely his hasty actions. While there, he reminded himself again and
again of the logical reasons why he and Jounouchi had to stay apart.
But his heart argued back just as fiercely
that perhaps his reason was not as sound as it had
first appeared to be, and that maybe he should call Jounouchi, and have the
Kitten beg for his forgiveness so that they could be together again. So far he had resisted, but he knew that it
was just a matter of time before he capitulated.

�Seto, Seto� You�re doing it again,� his brother said, sounding very
annoyed. �Get yourself together, big
brother; you can�t be zoning out like that when we go into the meeting.�

�I�m sorry, Mokuba, you�re right. Don�t worry; I�ll be fine. I won�t embarrass the company.�

�It�s not the company I�m worried about,
Seto. It�s you, and I don�t mean about
this meeting, either. I�m concerned about ~you~.� Mokuba sighed and then very
reluctantly said, �Why don�t you call him?�

�Him?
You mean Mas... er... Jounouchi?
I thought you were glad we broke up, Mokuba?� Seto asked, not believing that his brother was urging him to call
his ex.

�I am, or I thought I was, but you�re so
miserable, Seto; I've never seen you like this.� Shaking his head he continued,
�Even when Gozaburo was alive you were never this depressed. I don't like it, not one bit.� He paused for a moment, and then said
hesitantly, �As much as I hate what the two of you do and think that therapy
may be a better option for the both of you, it seems that it was working for you.
You seemed happy and healthy, Seto, but now you look like hell and it�s not
just about being depressed. You really need him, don�t you? You�re not eating or sleeping properly, are
you?�

Seto shook his head in response to his
brother�s last question and sat speechless as Mokuba continued. �You know, after I found the two of you, Jounouchi came to me the next day and
apologized for the fact that I�d had to see you like that. Not for what he did to you, for that he was
unapologetic and said that you asked for it.
I was furious with him and tried to kick the shit out of him, but I was
no match for him. Not that he threw a
punch or anything; he said that you would leave him,
maybe even hurt him, if he laid one finger on me. I laughed in his face at that. I had seen you tied up and bloody at his own hand, and he wanted me to
believe that ~you~ would hurt ~him~? Of
course, I just assumed that he was lying so
that I would think that you did it willingly.
But he wasn�t lying was he? You did ask for it, didn�t you? Mokuba asked plaintively.

�He was right. I would have hurt him. And
no, he wasn�t lying; Mokuba, I did, no I ~do~ need him to be my master,� Seto
said, sounding very lost. He sighed in
defeat and thought hard about what he was going to say next. He wasn�t sure if his brother understood
that he was Jounouchi�s slave, or if he just thought that S&M was something
that they had dabbled in a bit. A part
of him wanted to let his brother think that it was just a sexual thing, but
there was a stronger part that needed his brother to know the truth. So, with great trepidation he said, �You do
understand, Mokuba, that I was his slave, don�t you? Everything I did, I did it willingly and he didn�t coerce me into
anything. In fact, if there was any persuasion
done, it was done by me.�

�Yeah, Seto, I kind of figured that. Not at first, mind you; I was in complete
denial after I left the house that night.
Even after speaking to Jounouchi the next day, I didn�t want to believe
that my big brother, my hero, would need to be humiliated and beaten just to
make it through the day and that you actually got off on it. It wasn�t until later that I started to
realize that there was more to it than just sex. Things that I used to think were strange started to click, like
how you were subservient to Jounouchi, and would always look to him for
approval before making any decision. It finally made sense. Once I realized what you two were up to, I
set out to find out more about this master/slave thing, hoping that I could
find a way to make you stop. I first
hit the Internet and� �

The conversation between the two brothers
was interrupted by Seto�s secretary buzzing him, informing him of a call from
his butler, insisting that he speak to him.
His nerves were wound tightly as he picked up the phone with a curt �Kaiba�. He knew what the person at the other end of
the telephone was going to say, and wasn�t at all surprised when informed that
Jounouchi was at the front door demanding entrance into the mansion to remove
his things. �Let him in,� he demanded
curtly, and then he hung up without saying goodbye. Next he called down to the garage, demanding that his limo be
ready at the front doors of the building by the time he got down there. With his heart pounding in his chest he
turned to his brother and said, �I�m sorry, Mokuba, but you�ll have to take
this meeting by yourself. Make my
excuses for me, please.� He was gone
before his brother could protest. As he
breezed by her desk, Seto informed his secretary that he would be gone for the
rest of the day and would not be back again until after the weekend.

�Seto, where the hell do you think you�re going?� Mokuba yelled as he ran
toward the elevator.

�I have to take care of something; see you
Monday, Mokuba,� wafted out of the car as the door closed.

The elevator couldn�t move fast enough for
Seto, nor
could his limousine. Even though it took only fifteen minutes to make the trip
to his house, he was on tenterhooks the whole drive there, the constant rat-tat
of fingertips on the door handle the only indication of how scared he was. That phone call was the catalyst that he had
needed to whip him out of his complacence.
He didn�t know, and didn�t care, what had happened to that stinking
rose; his master was on the verge of leaving him for good and he had to stop
him. Seto had no idea if he would be
able to convince Jounouchi to stay, but he knew that if he let the blond walk
out of the house without even trying, he would never get another chance and
would regret it for the rest of his life.
As soon as the limousine pulled in front of the house he was out of it,
barely taking notice of Jounouchi�s motorcycle and Yugi�s car as he climbed the
stairs leading to the mansion before the vehicle had even come to a complete
stop.

Once inside, he shed his clothes and
headed straight to their bedroom. He
hesitated for a moment when he realized that Yugi would be seeing him in his
most vulnerable state, but then he reminded himself of what was at stake. Realizing that it had been his foolish pride
that had almost cost him his master in the first place, he buried those
feelings completely. As he crossed the
foyer, his eyes automatically shifted to
the empty vase on the table as they had every day upon entering the house. Only
this time, instead of the table being bare,
there was a letter and the keys to Jounouchi�s bike.

The motorcycle had been a gift to his
master from the kitten and, no matter what happened, he wanted Jounouchi to
keep it. He detoured to the table and
scooped up the keys, leaving the letter where it was; he would read it later if
he had to, but hopefully it wouldn�t come to that. With keys in hand he resumed his mission to get to his
master. As he topped the stairs and
rounded the corner leading to their bedroom, Honda came out of it, laden with
boxes to take down to the car. As
focused as he was on getting to his master, Seto couldn�t help but notice how
Honda was dressed as the other passed him.
It wasn�t the incredibly tight, incredibly small, faded jean cut-offs
that left nothing to the imagination, or the red tank top that accentuated his
well-toned shoulders and arms. No, it was the silver slave collar around his
neck that grabbed his attention. The
implications of that collar stopped Seto�s progress for half a second, but he
didn�t have the time to think them through at the moment. He needed to get to
his master. As he passed him, he heard
Honda whisper, �I really hope you�re not too late, Kaiba.�

Honda�s remark almost sounded sincere, but
there was something in his voice that made Seto think that that wasn�t the case
at all. But what would Honda have to
gain by him losing Jounouchi, other
than the obvious: that he wanted Jounouchi for
himself? And that didn�t seem likely;
he seemed very happy with Yugi. Seto
practically ran the rest of the way to his master�s room and, upon his entrance, Jounouchi turned from where he was putting the last
of his clothes into a garment bag. �What
do you want, Seto?� he asked.

The venom in his master�s voice startled
Seto, but only for a moment; he didn�t really expect to be welcomed back with
open arms now, did he? He dropped to
the floor and prostrated himself at Jounouchi�s feet. �I�m sorry, Master; please forgive me,� he said and then waited
for his master�s response. �And waited�.
And waited� he could feel the heat of his master�s gaze as it roamed over his
prone figure, and he desperately wanted to raise his head to get a feel for
what the other may of been thinking, but he dared not display one ounce of
insolence. If Seto wanted his master to
take him back, then he needed to show that he could still be completely
submissive. The zip of the garment bag
and the click of boot heels against the hardwood floor was the only answer
given or that he needed. His master did
not accept his apology and did not want him back.

The urge to run after Jounouchi and beg
him not to leave was strong, but the Kitten couldn�t do that; despite his one show of independence he was conditioned to follow his
master�s orders and Kaiba Seto did not chase after anyone. Though he lay on the floor thoroughly
destroyed, not a sound left his lips nor did a tear spill from his eyes as he
turned his head and stared blankly at the door that Jounouchi had just walked
out of. In the midst of his sorrow,
Seto felt something digging into the palm of his hand. He looked down and saw the keys to Jounouchi�s
bike peeking out from where they were clutched tightly between his
fingers. Where pride and conditioning
had prevented him from going after what he wanted, the desire for Jounouchi to
keep his gift spurred him into action.
He bolted up from the floor, ran out of the room and then tore headlong
down the hallway towards the main staircase.
As he was approaching the stairs, Jounouchi stepped around the corner,
and into his line of sight. Seto
skittered to a halt and fell to his knees.
With both hands raised above his bowed head, the kitten offered the keys
to his master, but dared not to speak before he had permission.

The wait for his master�s reaction was
interminable. Seto was once again
preparing himself for the pain that would follow his master�s rejection but, if
that was still his plan, he would not of come back upstairs; though Jounouchi
was a harsh taskmaster, he wasn�t an excessively cruel man. After what seemed
an eternity, his master�s hand covered his own as he laid it down on top of the
keys. �Speak, Kitten; what do you want?� His tone was no longer venomous, but neither
was it particularly soothing.

The warmth of his master�s greatly missed
touch nearly caused Seto to melt into the
floor, and he barely managed to say, �Please come home, Master.�

�That�s not what I meant, Kitten. Why do you have those
keys in your hand?�

�I want you to keep the motorcycle,
Master,� Seto said as he pressed his hands into Jounouchi�s, urging him to take
the keys.

�Why?�

Seto took no time in answering the
question. �Whether you stay or not,
Master, I want you to keep it.�

Jounouchi squeezed Seto�s fingers tight,
causing the brunet to wince in pain but also sending a yearning jolt to his
groin. �You�re not answering my
question, Kitten. Why do you want me to
keep it?� he asked. His voice was low and menacing, and there was no mistaking
the warning that it held. Jounouchi
wanted know why it was so important to Seto that he kept the bike and he wanted
to know ~now~.

�I�m sorry, Master. I�m sorry that I threw you out; I was
wrong. I want you to have the
motorcycle as a thank you for all that you�ve done for me,� was the kitten�s
heartfelt answer.

Jounouchi didn�t say anything immediately,
but Seto took great comfort in the fact that his master had stepped closer to
him and had loosened the grip on his hand.
The air between the two was fraught with tension as Seto waited for his
master to make his move. His chest was
tight in apprehension, and his breath was caught in his throat. If Jounouchi rejected his gift, then there
was no possibility that he would even consider coming back. And, if that were
to happen, Seto didn�t know what he would do, other than harden his heart and
give Kaiba free reign over his life again.
�I think I will keep it. Thank you, Kitten,� Jounouchi said, much to
Seto�s relief as he took the keys from the brunet�s hands and put them in his
jeans pocket.

�Now about the other thing you asked me:
Will I come home?�
He turned away from Seto and called for Honda to come to them. Within seconds, Honda was standing beside Jounouchi with his hands clasped in front of
him and head bowed. Through his bangs, Seto noticed that Honda was holding a silver collar, his collar, and
his hopes soared. Certainly Honda
wouldn�t be bringing that to his master if his master had no intention of
coming back home.

Jounouchi held out his hand to Honda, who
placed the collar into the blonde�s hand and then remained standing, awaiting his next order.
Jounouchi kneeled down in front of Seto and put one hand on his still
raised arms, �Put your arms down, Kitten.�

�Yes, Master.� Seto said as he did as he was told.

�Am I your master, Kitten?� The blond whispered, lifting the other�s
face with two fingers beneath his chin.

�Yes, Master,� Seto, replied in a tone as
soft as the question was, but his eyes spoke volumes. The need, adoration, and unabashed love that he had for his
master shone through loud and clear.
The brightness of his eyes dimmed only slightly as the sorrow for his
bad behaviour took over.

Jounouchi brushed his knuckles across his
kitten�s cheekbone, before moving around behind him. All of the tension that had been building inside left him as soon
as Seto felt the cool metal of the collar around his neck. All of the pent-up need pooled in his groin
when the hot breath of his master brushed across his ear. It mattered not to him what was being said; all that mattered was that
his master was back. The tightening of
the collar against his larynx alerted Seto to the fact that maybe he ~should~
have been paying attention to what his master was saying.

�Did you hear me, Kitten? Do you
understand?� The mirth with which the
question was asked belied the fact that Jounouchi was nearly cutting off all
flow of oxygen to his pet.

�No, Master,� Seto managed to rasp
out. He wanted to say more, to tell
Jounouchi how he could only concentrate on how much he had missed his master
and the feel of him, but he could barely breathe let alone talk. His vision was
fuzzy on the edges and his fingers were tingling from the loss of blood flow as
unconsciousness closed in on him.

�Pay attention, Kitten,� Jounouchi said as
he loosened the collar slightly. �I
said that I would come back. I
understand that sometimes you may need to think things through, but if you ever
take this collar off again, I will take that to mean that you no longer want to
be with me, and there will be no more second chances. Do you understand, Seto?�

�Yes, Master,� Seto, said with passion as
he dropped his head in submission. He
took in great gulps of air when Jounouchi completely loosened the stranglehold
he had on his kitten.

�Good,� the blond said, �But there�s one
more thing, Kitten, and that is Yugi and Honda. Take a good look at him,� he said, as one hand slid up into the
brunet�s hair to gently lift his head.
The combined sensation of his master�s touch, as well as Jounouchi�s
breath tickling his ear once more as he whispered into it, again made it almost
impossible for Seto to concentrate, but he did manage to pay attention to his
master�s words this time. �You�ve
probably already figured out that he is a slave, and you would be correct with
the obvious assumption that Yugi is his master. Now that we are all out in the open, you ~will~ be expected to
treat Yugi with the same respect that you would any other master. Can you live with that, Kitten?

He could.
Seto was thunderstruck when he realized that he no longer cared how he
measured up against Yugi. In the past
two weeks, he had been consumed with how much he missed his master, and that
his master had failed to protect him. But, other than just now in the foyer, he
had not wasted a moment�s thought on Yugi, except to be jealous of the fact
that his master was probably staying with him.
He didn�t know when the change had taken place, but it must have
happened gradually over the past five years; the result of the training by his
master, he assumed. It was too bad that
they had both had to suffer the way that they had before he came to that
realization, but he supposed that life�s greatest lessons were learned through
sorrow. He was very thankful that he
had been given this second opportunity and hadn�t lost his Master for
good. �Yes� Master; I can,� Seto said
with a forceful conviction that even he found surprising, especially since he
meant it sincerely.

�You can?� Seto nodded his head and chanced a glance over his shoulder to
look at Master. He smiled wide at the
incredulous look on his master�s face, put there by the fervour of his answer,
no doubt. He was sure that Jounouchi
had been expecting him to agree to his terms, but grudgingly, not in the
willing manner that he had. When his
master finally regained his composure, and bolted the collar into its rightful
place around his neck, the kitten could hold back neither the sorrow of the
past two weeks nor the joy of being back where he truly belonged � at his
master�s feet. As he fingered the collar,
his whole body shook as the emotions poured out of him in a torrent of tears
and giggles.

�There is so much more we need to discuss,
but that can wait,� Jounouchi said, reaching up to brush away the tears
staining his kitten�s face. �Come here,
Kitten, I�ve missed you so much,� he whispered.

The kitten couldn�t agree more; the
talking could wait. At his Master�s whispered command, he turned around completely, launched himself into Jounouchi�s waiting
embrace, and knocked him flat on his back.
A horrified shiver slithered down Seto�s spine when the blonde�s head
hit the floor with a hollow thump. He
held his breath while he checked to make sure that Jounouchi was all right, all
the while chastising himself for his over enthusiasm. It hadn�t even been two minutes since his Master had said he�d
come home, and there he was, knocking him out. �Brilliant; way to go, Seto�. He
expelled the breath when he heard the low rumble of his master�s laughter beneath
him. �Ah Kitten, not so eager next
time, okay? Help me up.�

�Yes Master,� a mortified Seto said, as he
helped Jounouchi to sit up and then immediately knelt down in apology in front
of the blond.

Still chuckling, Jounouchi reached out and
patted Seto on the head. �It�s all right, Kitten; I�m fine. There�s no harm
done. Now come here�

�Yes, Master,� Seto said as he carefully
climbed back into Jounouchi�s lap. As
he nestled his head into the crook in Jounouchi�s shoulder, his fingers were
combing through his master�s golden locks, searching for any sign of
damage. He came across a bump right at
the back of his head; concerned, he lifted his own head from Jounouchi�s
shoulder. �You�re not dizzy are you,
Master? Do you feel nauseous? That bump is awfully large.�

�No, Kitten, I�m not dizzy; it just hurts
a little. Where do you think you�re
going?� He asked, wrapping his arm
around his kitten�s waist as he began to rise from his lap.

�To get some ice for that bump, Master,
and a painkiller for your headache.�

�You stay put; you�re not going anywhere,�
he ordered, and then looked over Seto�s shoulder to Honda. �You go. I don�t
need ice, but bring me two Tylenol and a glass of water.�

�Yes, Sir.� But the brunet did not move.

Noticing Honda�s moment of hesitation,
Seto turned his head toward the other brunet and said, �You�ll find the Tylenol
in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom off of Master�s bedroom.�

�Thank you, I�ll be right back.� Seto did
not fail to notice the scowl on Honda�s face before he disappeared down the
hallway. That confirmed to Seto that he
hadn�t imagined the animosity behind Honda�s earlier remark, but he still had
no idea why it was there. He and Honda
had put aside their differences years ago, and he was baffled by why it would
resurface now. Unless, of course, he
wanted Jounouchi for himself. Again he tried to shake that thought off; it
still didn�t make any sense, but it was the only plausible thing he could think
of.

�What are you thinking, Kitten?�

Jounouchi�s question pulled him away from
his ruminations of Honda, and he answered truthfully, �About Honda,
Master. He doesn�t seem at all pleased
that we are back together.�

�No, I guess he wouldn�t be,� Jounouchi
answered with a chuckle, but didn�t expound on that thought.

Seto waited for his master to go on, and
when he didn�t, he decided to ask what Jounouchi had meant by that, even though
he knew that his master wouldn�t explain himself.

�It�s nothing you need to know right now,
Kitten.�

Seto stamped down his annoyance, even
though he had known in advance that that was what his master was going to
say. Damn, he hated being right
sometimes, especially in circumstances such as these. �If you say so, Master,� Seto said petulantly.

�I do, Kitten. Enough about Honda, he�s
not important. I�ll tell you what you need to know
later.�

That did nothing but pique Seto�s
curiosity even more, but he knew better than to question his master
further. There was something concerning
Honda that he wasn�t being told, and may ~never~ be told. He didn�t miss what his master had said, �I�ll tell you what you
~need~ to know�, meaning his master would only divulge what he deemed relevant,
not necessarily the whole story. Seto�s
sharp mind put the pieces together fairly quickly, and it wasn�t long before he
~knew~ that Honda was at the centre of this whole mess, but his reason for
�how he was' was way off base. As
much as he wanted to blurt out what he knew and demand that Jounouchi tell him
everything that very instant, he knew better.
He also realized that he was being tested; Jounouchi wanted to see if he
could comply to his orders, and stay submissive even when he was bursting with
curiosity. He knew that his master was
smart enough to realise that he may have stumbled onto the source of their
troubles. Yes, he was convinced that
this was a trial of his commitment to remain subservient to Master, and it was
one that he intended to pass with flying colours.

Yes, Master," he purred into
Jounouchi's ear, determined to put all thoughts of Honda out of his mind.
"Who�s not important?" he teased.

�Um, I don�t remember,� Jounouchi
responded in like to Seto�s teasing, practically purring himself when Seto, who
was perched in his lap, repositioned himself so that he could wrap his legs
around the blonde�s waist. Seto pressed
his erection against the blonde�s stomach and then proceeded to reacquaint
himself with the smell and feel of his greatly missed master. He stayed pressed up against Jounouchi, one
arm draped across his back with his head resting on the blonde�s shoulder,
savouring the slight, and enormously arousing, sweaty aroma that clung to his
master�s skin as he stared up at him while his fingers traced the contours of
his beloved master�s face. The feel of
his master�s hard body against his own was electric, and the only thing missing
from this whole scene was the reciprocation of his touch by Jounouchi. Unfortunately, his hands were staying firmly
by his side and, although he had felt the blonde�s arms move a few times as if
he were about to stroke his pet�s hips or back, to Seto�s ultimate
disappointment, he had stopped himself every time. And too soon for his liking �before he could even lay his lips on
his master-- Honda was back. �Here you
go, Sir,� he said, and then moved to feed the Tylenol to Jounouchi himself.

Seto emitted a low growl and swiped the
pills away from Honda. �I can do that, thank you,� he said
as he held out his hand for the glass of water as well. He then placed the pills in Jounouchi�s
mouth and held the glass up to his lips, trickling some of the water into his
mouth, being careful not to choke him.
When Jounouchi had swallowed, Seto handed the glass back to Honda, who
immediately left to return it to the bathroom, but not before throwing another
dirty look Seto�s way, out of Jounouchi�s line of sight, of course.

As Seto was pulling his other hand away
from the blonde�s mouth, Jounouchi grabbed hold of it and pulled it up to
examine it. Anger chased away the amusement
that had been evident in his eyes at the antics of the two pets as he took in
the scratches all over Seto�s hands, and the brunet lowered his head in
shame. He had forgotten all about his
hands, and he knew how angry it made his master whenever he abused
himself. His master never caused him
any serious harm, but invariably he himself always ended up inflicting more
damage than was necessary, as the close call with the vein on his penis would
attest. �I�m sorry, Master. I missed
you,� Seto offered as way of an explanation.

�It�s all right, Kitten; now that I�m
back, you don�t have to hurt yourself.�
His eyes had softened considerably as he brought the injured fingers to
his lips and kissed each one better.
Jounouchi�s response had surprised Seto; he had expected some form of
punishment for hurting himself, and again it made him think that something was
up that he wasn�t being told about.
However, this time he didn�t even bother asking, because he knew that he
wouldn�t be given a satisfactory answer.

Again Honda�s timing was impeccable, and
he was making his presence known, diverting Jounouchi�s attention away from
Seto once more. It didn�t annoy the
brunet as much as it should have though, because as soon as his attention was
on Honda again, the anger flared up in the blonde�s eyes once more, and it was
evident in his tone when he spoke. �That
other thing I wanted you to get, where is it?�

�I left it at the top of the stairs, Sir.�

�Good, I want it now; go get it.�

It was with smug satisfaction that Seto
noticed the shocked, and then contrite look on the other slave�s face when
Jounouchi spoke so harshly to him.

�As much as I�m enjoying myself right
here, Kitten, I think it�s time that we moved our reunion downstairs. Come on, let me get up,� he said gently,
nudging his kitten out of his lap.

�Yes, Master,� he said, as he did as he
was bid. The anticipation that he had
for what was to come overrode any disappointment he felt at having to get out
of his master�s lap. He attempted to sit quietly at his master�s feet while
they awaited Honda�s return, but he was overwhelmed by the need to assure
himself that yes, his master was here, and that no, he wasn�t going
anywhere. Seto wrapped his arm around
Jounouchi�s thigh and buried his nose into it.
Spurred on by the lack of negative reaction, Seto�s fingers tickled the inside of Jounouchi�s thighs
in a way that he knew drove his master insane, and he grew bolder when his
master�s cock twitched against his cheek and he began to kiss the protrusion
through his master�s blue jeans.

�Did I
say you could do that, Kitten?�
Jounouchi grabbed hold of Seto�s hair and pulled his head back.

Seto dropped
his arm down to his side and cursed himself; he should have known better than
to push his limits, but his master�s cock looked like it needed his special
attention, and he just couldn�t help himself. �No, Master.�

�You�re not
sorry, Kitten?�

�Yes, Master.�

�I
don�t believe you, Kitten.� Amusement softened that accusation and he
continued. �But it does feel good; you may carry on.� Seto�s hair was released, but not before his face was pushed
toward his master�s crotch.

His own
erection was straining, but he knew it would be a long time
before it was taken care of. As his
master�s cock pulsed beneath his jeans, the brunet returned his hands to the
blonde�s thighs, slid them up and over the curve of his master�s ass, and then
slowly walked his fingers around to the front of the waistband of Jounouchi�s
pants, caressing the skin beneath as he went.
He had the button undone with the zipper between his teeth ready to pull
it down, when both he and Jounouchi were startled by a needy groan from the
right.

Seto released
the zipper from his mouth and turned his head to the side, to find that Honda
was watching them with a painful grimace on his face and that he was visibly
aroused by what was happening in front of him.
In fact, Seto noticed for the first time that
Honda looked to be excruciatingly engorged, and he wondered when the last time
was that the other slave had gotten off. Though he was wary of Honda�s motives, that
didn�t stop Seto from being impressed that the other brunet�s hands stayed
firmly behind him, and that he didn�t even try to relieve the pressure in his
groin no matter how horny he was.

�Did I say you
could watch?� Jounouchi questioned
Honda.

�No Sir, I�m
sorry.�

�Good, keep
your eyes down, and your mouth shut,� The
blond ordered.

�Yes, Sir,�
Honda said as he bent his head to the floor.

�And make sure
that you keep your hands away from your dick.�

�Yes, Sir.�

�Better yet��
he didn�t finish his sentence but instead held out his hand out for the thing
that he had sent Honda away for. Seto
watched as Honda stepped forward and handed Jounouchi a plain black leather
leash. This one was new; his
master had a few, but he didn�t recognize this one. His eyes bulged when he noticed the cock
ring attached to the leash, and to the cock ring, four penis-sized belts on a
stiff piece of leather. Jounouchi
chuckled at his slave�s reaction. �Do you like my new toy, Kitten? Stand up so I can put it on you.�

Seto stood, his
erection proudly on display for his master�s inspection. He chewed his lip apprehensively while he
waited for Jounouchi to notice the cuts there as well. He didn�t have to wait long;
Jounouchi�s hand shot out and grabbed hold of a nipple and twisted hard.

�What have I
said about you playing with razor blades, Kitten? Do you realize that you almost hit a vein?�

�Yes Master,
I�m sorry,� he groaned out.
He was having a very hard time maintaining; he had missed his master so
much and the abuse to his nipple only had him yearning for more of Jounouchi�s
discipline. �It wasn�t a razor blade,
Master,� he offered, as if that fact made it all right that he had hurt himself

�Razor blade,
or knife, I don�t really care, Kitten.
Don�t do it anymore; do you understand?�

�Yes,
Master.�

�Are there any
more surprises for me, Kitten? Anything
else I should know about?�

�No,
Master.� He was relieved that Jounouchi
hadn�t asked him what he had used. They
didn�t ~both~ need the memory of that awful moment of when he had thrown the
rose away marring their reunion.

�I�m glad to
hear it.� Jounouchi then secured the
cock ring at the base of Seto�s balls and positioned the leather strip that the
belts were attached to on the underside of his penis and then buckled them
up. He tugged on the leash and motioned
with his hand that he wanted his Kitten to crawl after him. His last directive to Honda was for him to
bring all of his things back up from the car and to put them away. �Once you�re done with that you can go back
to your Master, but tell him I will talk to him about the rest of your debt
later.�

�Yes, Sir,�
Honda said, and then he was gone to do his bidding.

As he followed
along behind Jounouchi on his hands and knees, his thoughts returned to Honda
and his master�s parting words to the other slave. Even the pleasant jolts emanating from his groin whenever his
master tugged on the leash were not enough to chase them away. What debt?
What had Honda done that he would be beholden to Jounouchi � though now
he had a pretty good idea about that -- and how had he been paying it? He was sure that there
was no sex involved, but it was apparent to him that Honda had been taking care
of Jounouchi�s simple needs over the past two weeks. Jealousy raged through him when he thought of Honda laying out
Jounouchi�s clothes for him, shaving his master, preparing his meals and doing
the thousand other things that were normally his responsibility. Seto knew that he was not entitled to that
emotion; he had walked away from his master and had himself laid the foundation
for the situation that was now tearing him apart inside. Though he knew that Jounouchi hadn�t touched
Honda, he hoped that his master hadn�t sought to relieve himself sexually with
anybody else. Again Seto knew that he
would not have the right to be jealous, even if Jounouchi had. Though he had never exercised the right
before, except when they played with Tanaka and his slave, it was his master�s
prerogative to take another whenever he wanted. In fact, he could have brought
another slave into their home, and Seto would not have been able to object to
it. Taking that into consideration and
drawing on one of the lessons that his master had drilled into him over the
years-- letting go of things that could not be changed-- and realizing that
dwelling on what the blond may or may not have done while they had been apart
would be nothing but detrimental to their relationship, Seto forced himself to
let go of that line of thought; instead, he looked forward, and was very
thankful that Master had taken him back at all.

At the stairs,
to make better time, Jounouchi allowed Seto to walk down instead of making him
crawl. When they reached the bottom,
his master stopped at the heap of Seto�s clothes lying on the floor, so that he
could fold them up and leave them in a neat pile to be picked up later. The two continued on to the entrance to the
basement, but this time, Seto was
not allowed to walk down the stairs as a minor punishment for leaving his
clothes in the front foyer. Seto
crawled behind his master as he headed through the basement to the rather
ordinary looking door, that was actually steel and soundproof, that hid their
playroom. On the other side of the
door, dim lighting, grey flagstone floors and stone walls gave the room a
gothic feel similar to a torture chamber from the Middle Ages. Taking up the back half of the lower level,
it was a large soundproof room and had two distinct areas. To the right of the door was a bedroom
area. The majority of that space was
taken up by a large, black, metal four-poster bed with railings at the top of
the posts at the headboard and along the sides, leaving the end of the bed
open. Chains were hung from corner to
corner, and there were metal loops all along the top and bottom rails. The only other piece on that side of the
room was the mat that Seto slept on when his master didn�t want his company in
bed.

The largest
area was to the left. Hooks and chains
hung from the ceiling, and the walls were littered with restraining
devices. Here also was the bulk of
Master�s dungeon furniture. Master had
had a lot of money at his disposal, and it was reflected in the number and quality
of pieces he had acquired. In the
corner just to the left of the door was the large wooden armchair that, in his
mind, Seto referred to as the throne.
The brilliant cherry finish and the supple leather seat offset the
plainness of the chair. There were no
hooks or O-rings on this chair; it was Master�s and Master�s alone. Seto never touched it unless he was cleaning
it, and he never ever sat in it, unless
he was invited onto Jounouchi�s lap.
But Jounouchi had also purchased an exact duplicate for Seto, to be
placed at the head of the table in the boardroom at Kaiba Corp. It was the only acknowledgement he had ever
made to Seto that, though he was Jounouchi�s slave, Seto and Seto alone was the
~master~ of Kaiba Corp., and that Jounouchi was grateful for the gift of
himself that the CEO had given to him.
To the right, between the door and the chair, was a black steel cage
just high enough for Seto to move around in on his hands and knees, but not to
sit in a totally upright position. This
was the discipline cage, and Seto had spent many, many, hours in it over the
years.

On the wall
opposite the cage, was a padded red leather prayer bench. It had angled slats
that he could kneel on and his elbows rested on the top of it. Of course, there
were O-rings attached to it so that he could be shackled into place. In the corner next to the prayer bench and
opposite the throne, suspended from the ceiling on secure chains that could be
raised or lowered as needed, was a canvas sling.

The last piece
was in the centre of the room and Master had had it custom built. A painted black wooden post, two feet in
diameter and the height of the room, was
cemented into the floor and secured to the ceiling joists. Close to the top were two steel arms on
hinges, each having a 180-degree range of motion; they could be left to swing
freely, or be locked into place. Along
the underside of each arm were three rings, where
ropes, chains, or shackles could be attached.
The centre of the post was free of hardware so that Seto could be placed
against it, and, of course, this
section faced Jounouchi�s chair. The back and sides had hooks and rings screwed
into it from top to bottom. A steel
base was fitted around the bottom of the post, and
extended five feet out in front. Needless
to say, it was outfitted to accommodate anything that Jounouchi may have deemed
necessary to keep his pet locked in place.

It was to this
post that Jounouchi led his kitten, and he looped the leash over one of the
hooks. �Stay here, Kitten, while I get
set up.�

�Yes,
Master.� Seto stayed on his hands and
knees, watching while his master walked to the storage area that separated the
playroom from the bedroom. Jutting out
from the back wall was a large two-way wardrobe with some drawers in the bottom
half that could be accessed from either side of the room, and then, butted up
against the wardrobe, were some cabinets with a stainless steel sink. Here were kept the first aid and cleaning
supplies. Master�s toys were in the
wardrobe: masks, blindfolds, cock rings, butt plugs, ropes, handcuffs,
shackles, paddles, whips, and more, everything that he might need was in that
cupboard.

Seto�s whole
body quivered in anticipation as his master pulled out a few bundles of his
premium Japanese silk rope, a various array of scarves, an egg-shaped butt
plug, lube, and a spreader bar. He was
happy that his master was opting for scarves for a blindfold and gag, instead
of using one of his leather hoods; he didn�t like those very much. Jounouchi put everything that he needed on a
metal cart with two shelves, and wheeled it over to where his slave was waiting
for him.

�Stand
up, Kitten,� Jounouchi said. Seto rose
to his feet, and stood with his head bent and arms folded in front of him while
Jounouchi adjusted the bars on the post so that each was set at a 60-degree
angle and then locked them into place.
Next, he secured a length of rope on the middle ring of each arm. He
manoeuvred Seto on the platform so that he was standing directly in the middle
of the two rings with the rope, and then had him raise both of his arms over
his head, angled out so that he looked like a Y. Using a technique that did not employ the use of knots, he tied
up his pet�s wrists, leaving a little bit of slack in the ropes. Next he indicated for Seto to move back as
far as the ropes would allow him to, and then to stand with his legs shoulder
width apart. He attached one of the
cuffs that was at each end of the spreader bar to Seto�s left ankle, adjusted
the bar to the correct width to reach the other ankle, and then locked the
other cuff into place. At this point,
he stepped back to get a feel for the overall affect of his handy work. After a moment of intense scrutiny, he took
hold of Seto�s hips and moved him back a little further, pulling the ropes even
tighter, forcing him up onto the balls of his feet and pulling his chest
forward. Jounouchi�s touch caused a
tremor to ripple through Seto�s body, and forced a slight moan to escape his lips
before he could stop it.

�Kitten, I have
barely touched you and already you�re trembling,� Jounouchi said with amusement
as he wrapped one arm around Seto�s waist and pressed his body against his
kitten�s back. His other hand roamed
the planes of the brunet�s chest and, when it came to rest on a nipple, he
twisted it and said, �I hope you can maintain, Kitten, because it will be a
long time before I allow you to come.
Will you be able to?�

�Yes, Master.�

�I hope so,
Kitten, because I�ll be ~very~ disappointed if you can�t.� He said this while his face was buried in
the brunet�s neck, leaving his mark on his property.

�I will,
Master, I promise.� Though he wasn�t so
sure if he would be able to keep that promise; already
his cock and balls were aching with the need to release, and Master hadn�t even
gotten started yet.

�Hmm, we�ll
see, I have my doubts, Kitten.�
Jounouchi said, as he brushed his fingers over the brunet�s sheathed
penis. He repeated his �we�ll see� when
his kitten choked back another moan.

Seto cursed his
traitorous, weak-willed body; he didn�t want to let his master
down and he definitely did not want to endure the punishment of no playtime for
a week, if he did. And, as much as he
was disappointed at the loss of his master�s body when he bent down to shackle
the spreader bar to two rings on the steel base, he was more relieved that he
was being given a chance to bring his body back under control.

Next, Jounouchi
picked up a long, narrow, dark blue cotton cloth that hid pieces of hard
leather. These were placed between
Seto�s teeth, and then the cloth was tied at the back of his head. Seto turned his head and watched as
Jounouchi walked back to the wardrobe and retrieved some items out of one of
drawers, and picked up a bullwhip that was hanging in the
closet. When he returned to his kitten,
he put the whip on the cart and then took both nipples between his fingers,
tweaking them fully erect before he attached two miniature clamps around the
swollen buds.

The
kitten�s eyes were screwed shut and he was whimpering around the gag as he
desperately tried not to give in to the waves of pleasure crashing through
him. He hated that he was so
hypersensitive to treatment that, under normal circumstances would have barely
caused a twinge, but was today bringing him to the brink of orgasm.

�Steady Kitten,
deep breaths now, that�s it, through your nose,� his master soothed as he ran a
finger down the crevice of his rear.
Under his master�s calming words Seto was able to pull himself back, but
then, without warning, stars exploded behind his eyes as his master shoved the
lubed-up butt plug straight up his ass and into his prostate. Fire shot through his loins and he was sure
that the only thing that stopped his orgasm from being complete was the cock
ring, and that was just barely.

�Kitten,
I don�t know if I�ve ever seen you more beautiful than you are right now,� Jounouchi said in a sultry
voice as he caressed his pet�s cheek.
He brushed his index finger across the swollen head of his kitten�s
penis, scooping up the essence leaking from it. �Mmm, and you taste so good,� he said,
licking his finger clean.

Azure eyes
pleaded with his master to end the torture and to let him come. Normally he could withstand so much more
than this light teasing, and he was ashamed of himself for giving in so soon.

�No Kitten, you
cannot, not yet. But I will give you a
few minutes to rest; I want to change into something else. Would you like that?�

Seto nodded his
head vigorously, knowing that his master would be getting into his leather. He could use the time to get himself back to
a place where he would be able to withstand his master�s treatment, as well.

�Good,
just one more thing before I go.� As
expected, his master inserted a spongy earplug into each ear and then picked up
a long, narrow, red silk scarf, and then wound it tightly around the brunet�s
head twice, completely covering his eyes and ears. He could feel his master checking the edges of the scarf, making
certain that no light was getting through, and then Jounouchi was tugging on
all of his bindings, as he made sure that everything was secure. He could feel the presence of his master
close to him for a minute longer, but then all of a sudden the space felt empty
and cold, and he knew his master was gone.

As the emptiness
of the room engulfed him, he began to panic.
He expelled his breathe in short erratic puffs of air through his
nose, and he would have had a full-blown panic attack, but the blaze of fire in
his groin, and the painful tugging on every limb when he thrashed once,
convinced him that it would not be a good idea. He had to call upon the levelheaded strength of Kaiba before he
was able to calm himself down and breathe normally again. He felt stupid; he knew that there was
nothing to worry about. His master had just gone to change and
would be back soon enough. To help take
his mind off of his worries, he began to think about his master and how hot he
would look when he came back. He wanted
Jounouchi in his lace up leather jeans, and his black leather gauntlets, and
that was ~all~ he wanted him in. He was as much turned on by the sight of his
master�s well-toned muscles expanding and contracting under the sheen of his
sweat glistened skin as he went to town on his pet, as he was by anything else
that Jounouchi did to him. Not that he
would dare show his disappointment if his master chose to wear something
different. Sometimes his master would
sport a half mask that fit over his head and came just below his eyes, but it
was Seto�s wish that today his face would be bare. Master�s eyes burned a magnificent gold in the throes of his
passion, and Seto hoped with all that he had that, when
the time came, both his master�s eyes� and his own would
be unimpeded.

The thoughts of
his master were a very pleasant distraction, and it was quite a while before he
noticed the passage the time.
Unconsciously he would move slightly this way and that in a futile
effort to relieve the aches and stiffness that resulted from being tied up, and
he was ever careful not to move in such a way as to disturb the butt plug. He had no idea how long his master had been
away, but he knew that Jounouchi should have been back by now. He started to panic again, but very quickly
reasoned that this was just a punishment for running away. Of course it was; his
master had lulled him into a false sense of security, and was now going to make
him hang around until he was aching from head to toe. He was convinced of this for the next little while, but after
what felt like eons, but was in reality only half an hour, when Jounouchi had
still failed to return, his Kaiba voice started to make itself heard, planting
seeds of doubt. It was telling him that
he had been an idiot to be so trusting of Jounouchi. Of course Jounouchi hadn�t forgiven him; he had just been
stringing him along so he could get him into the position he was in right
now. He wasn�t going to come back, and
had just left Seto there for his household staff to find when they finally got
around to looking for him. Or better yet,
to really punish him, he wouldn�t be surprised if Jounouchi called Mokuba,
telling him that that there was no chance of the two of them getting back
together and that Seto was very upset and needed him, so that he would come
rushing over and find him in this humiliating position.

With tremendous
effort, he shook those thoughts away; there was no way that he was going to go
down that road again and doubt his master.
His master wouldn�t do that to him; deep
down he knew it, just as he knew that the missing rose was not his fault
either. Earlier, when he had begged
Jounouchi to come back, he had still thought that the blond had
just forgotten about it, but he had decided that he didn�t
care. From observing Master�s
interaction with Honda, he now knew the truth; that the other brunet was the
cause, though how or why was still unknown to him. He trusted that everything would be revealed to him in due time
and, as an extension of that, he knew that his master
would be back for him. That faith
allowed him to relax, clear his mind, and wait patiently, no matter how badly
his body ached. Every muscle was pulled
taut and was screaming, his legs were shaking from exhaustion and he had lost
the feeling in his hands and feet ages ago.
The only relief he had was that the butt plug had slipped a
little and was now just an uncomfortable intrusion as opposed to being a tool
of exquisite torture pressed up against his prostate. Though now he had to concentrate on keeping it in, he would be
punished if it fell out and he didn�t feel like spending any time in the cage
tonight. His current ordeal was just
another test of his commitment to his master and
again, it was one that he intended pass, proving to his master that he could
still be his loyal slave. He just wished
with all that he had that this phase would be over soon.

Sometimes
wishes do come true. He didn�t hear the
door open, but he felt the shift in the air and was able to bite down hard on
the pieces of leather between his teeth just as his left shoulder was kissed
with the tip of his master�s whip. His
clenched teeth turned his agonized scream into muffled whimpers and he had no
time to prepare himself before the whip licked at an ass cheek. Tears were coursing down his face, not
because of the lacerating pain at his shoulder and rear, but from his heart
swelling and bursting with the confirmation that his trust had not been
misplaced. He had known that his master
would come back, but still, there had been that tiny, lingering seed of doubt
that he could not brush away completely.
He was attempting to keep himself relaxed and not tense up as he eagerly
awaited the next crack of the whip.
Instead of that, he felt the smoothness of a leather clad finger as it
brushed away the wetness on his cheek.
Something about it didn�t feel right to Seto though; the
leather was not the high-grade material that his master�s gloves were made
of. This glove, while soft, was one
that could be picked up in any store, anywhere. His master�s things were all custom made out of the finest
material available, and Seto could tell the difference.

He shivered in
anticipation. It seemed that his master
had called in someone to help work him over.
He should have been disappointed that on this, their first night back
together, it wasn�t just the two of them, but he was sure that that hand
belonged to Tanaka, and that man was just as masterful at taking him to
dizzying heights of ecstasy as Jounouchi was; whenever the two of them had
worked in tandem he had had the most mind blowing experiences ever.

The bandanna
was slid up to uncover one ear, and the plug was pulled out. �I see you�ve recognized that we�re not
alone, Kitten. I hope you don�t mind,
not that it matters if you do,� Jounouchi purred into his ear.

Unable to speak,
Seto shook his head in answer to his master�s question, but then thought better
of it and nodded, and then just gave up, hoping that his master understood that
the current situation was exciting him.

Jounouchi
chuckled and patted his cheek, indicating that he did understand, thumbing away
a stray tear as he did. �Thought that
would make you happy, Kitten.�

The hand that
belonged to the other person trailed across his hip, sending a ripple through
his body but, unlike before, this was not one of pleasure or anticipation, it
was one of absolute horror. That hand
was much too small to belong to either his master or to Tanaka. Seto shook his head, trying
to deny what he knew to be true. No it
couldn�t be, no� Just because he had said, and meant, that he could respect the
other Master, it wasn�t automatic that he would be able to handle this� no� The
true extent of Jounouchi�s contempt for him was revealed when the other plug
was pulled out of his ear and the voice that whispered, �I�ve always thought
you beautiful, Seto, but like this you are absolutely stunning�, belonged to
Mutou Yugi.

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