Adult-FanFiction.org : Yu-Gi-OH

love dog	By : Rroselavy Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6637 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Title: love dog. (6/7)

Author: Rroselavy

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: S/j, J/oc, OC/j, S/oc, S/j/oc

Beta: PuppyUke

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.

* * * *

Tomi clings to me on my mat. "Just hold me, please," he whispers, his voice barely audible. I cannot keep up the Master/slave fa�ade while he is so pathetic, and though I feel that I am failing him as his Master, I wrap my arms around him and comfort him as best I can. He is not cut out for this life, and I wish that I could save him somehow, but I am as impotent as he is. I hate Haha for doing this to Tomi, and for making me care about him, but I know that the hatred is misplaced; it is whoever or whatever situation that forced Tomi to seek refuge here that is to blame, but I can't bring myself to ask him. That I love him, well, that's my own damned fault.

He is feeling much better in the morning, and we share a meager breakfast of rice gruel and tea in the garden. I expect Haha to summon me, but since my father's death, he's been curiously distant from me. Not that I mind, but any change in routine, for better or for worse, tends to set me on edge.

The next few times I see Him, He refuses to have sex with me, but we have a good time together nevertheless. We talk about the books I'm reading; He keeps sending them over, and I've discovered that I actually like to read. I regret all the time I wasted in school just wasting space, but that thinking is dangerous-it leads to the possibility that if I had been a better student, then there would have been a better outcome to my life than one of servitude. I know that isn't the case, though, because all the studying in the world wouldn't have prevented my old man from his slide into alcoholism and gambling, and I don't think any job I could have landed would have been able to fully subsidize his demons. I pointedly avoid thinking that if I'd somehow been a better son, then he wouldn't have been fallen so hard.

One day He actually cajoles me into dueling Him, and while I'm rusty, I think I still give Him a run for His money before he wipes out my life points. After He's gone, though, I cry like a baby. Dueling reminds me of the life I had, of all the could-have-beens.

And then suddenly, the books stop arriving, and He no longer comes to see me. I fall headlong into a depression, and I feel lower than I ever imagined; I'd thought that the first time I'd been taken for money had been the low-point of my life, but I realized now that I didn't care about my body being bought and possessed by some john. What He had managed to do was win my mind over too.

At about the same time, Tomi has found a regular client. While his training has long since been complete, Haha has never officially ended it, so we still sleep together, though now he is far too exhausted to have sex with me. His new master must have a voracious appetite for sex, and my mind taunts me that perhaps Kaiba has taken him on; that he's abandoned me for Tomi. I can't bring myself to ask Tomi, to confirm what I somehow sense is the truth. He now regularly comes to my mat freshly showered, but one night, I smell His cologne on Tomi's skin.

I grab him roughly and pin him easily. "Who's your new master?" I hiss. I don't care that his eyes widen in terror as he looks into my mask of anger. I've been had. Deceived. Lied to. Cheated on.

"It-it's not what you think, Katsuya," he cries out, and tears slide from his eyes, punctuating his confession.

"It. Isn't." I snort with disbelief.

"Pleasedonthateme!" he sputters, and as much as I want to, I can't. There is far too much water under the bridge between us for that. He tries to tell me more, but I scream at him. I don't want to know any of the details of their business relationship. I order him to never speak of his new Master again.

I can despise Kaiba Seto, and every time I know that he's been with Tomi, my hatred for him grows. He holds all the power, and his abuse of it is complete. I can't wait to throw that in his face the next time I see him. 'If there is a next time,' the mean little voice in my head mocks.

* * * * *

It has been months since I've seen Kaiba, so when Haha has me summoned to his office, I don't expect to find my Master there instead. No, he's no longer my master, I remind myself; he's abandoned me and taken on Tomi instead. Without saying a word to him, I turn on my heel and race back to my cell. I know that I'm behaving unacceptably and that Haha will punish me for this indiscretion, but still I throw myself down on the mat. Suddenly, the months of confusion, worry, pent-up frustration and, yes, jealousy catch up to me. I'm sobbing uncontrollably when he finds me.

"Jounouchi ..." he says softly.

I don't want him in my cell. I can't stand the thought of him seeing just how I live. He has more money than God, and me, I own nothing, not even the clothes on my back.

"You don't belong here. Get out, now!"

"Jounouchi," he says in a pained voice, "don't make this harder for me."

"Harder for you, asshole? I'm a fucking whore! How much harder could it be for you?" He is no longer my master, so I will speak freely. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Is this just another sick mind game of yours?"

"You are not a whore!"

"What, didja have a stroke, or just get stupid or something? You pay ta have sex with me! It's called prostitution."

"I don't see you as-as that, anymore. You aren't a whore," he repeats quietly. "Why do you think I stopped sleeping with you? I didn't want to pay you for that. But think for a second, Jounouchi, no one's been able to have you since-"

I look at him, utterly shocked. This can't be for real. "An' I'm supposed to be grateful, or something? Fah being your little concubine, huh? Sorry, no." I see him cringe slightly.

"I bought the teahouse." That stops me cold. He isn't content to just own me; now he owns the entire fucking building that shelters me.

"I'm leaving," I say. I get up from the floor and try to get by him, but he blocks me. I glare at him, feeling like a caged tiger. I whirl around. "You are so fucking sick it isn't funny," I spit. He just stares back at me impassively.

"Are you through?"

"No! Me? I'm just getting started. This has been one long mind fuck, Kaiba. First you fuck me, and then you make me read all those stupid books-classics my ass. What the hell was that all about? Then you abandon me. And now I find out you've been fucking Tomi, and ya didn't have the guts ta tell me."

He doesn't seem surprised that I know what's been going on. "So what? You have too."

"That's different. I'm not paying him, I've been training him." 'For you,' I add, in my mind. God, I wonder if that sounds as lame to him as it does to me. Kaiba smirks. The bastard actually smiles. So I shove him. Hard. That should get his fucking attention.

I'm not surprised when he grabs me, but instead of beating the shit out of me, he crushes me in an embrace.

"Listen to me," he says raggedly. "At first I wanted to humiliate you, Katsuya." I don't remember giving him permission to use my first name. "But after a while ... something happened. You never once asked for pity, never once asked for my help. You accepted your fate ... with dignity. I always thought you were just another moron, but here in this degrading place, you showed me what you were made of. You and I aren't so different, Jounouchi. We're both too proud to ask for help."

I struggle to get free, so that he can't feel my body betraying me. I hate him more right now than I think I ever have, but I hate myself even more because I still want him. I still love him, and it makes me feel weak and disgusted with myself. The smell of his cologne reminds me of the last time we were together, when he let me top him. My nerves tingle with the memory of his sweat-soaked body underneath me, his eyes glazed over in the throes of passion. He pushes me back suddenly, and I fall to the floor, hard.

"What I'm trying to tell you is that I've fallen in love with you," he says, his voice tinged in resignation. He's more fucked up than I ever imagined, to have fallen for me, a common whore. "I thought that I wanted to humiliate you, but when I made you my slave and had you do all my bidding, I hated what I'd done. I wanted the old Jounouchi back. I missed the verbal sparring. I missed the fire in your eyes."

I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around what he's telling me. "That's why I made you read," he continues. "You were such a lousy student, and it was such an audacious request, that I figured I'd piss you off enough for you to give me shit about it." I stare at him in disbelief. This is not happening; this has to be another one of his mind games. "But, you actually started to discuss the books with me, and when I talked to you ... It turned me on even more than ordering you around did. I wanted to know more about how you ended up here, and I knew you wouldn't tell me, so I did some digging. I found out everything, Jounouchi. And then I took care of it all."

"I didn't ask you to," I say finally. I don't want to owe him anything. I feel sick to my stomach with the thought that my debt has been bought. By him.

"That's the whole point. You didn't ask for any of this either. You did nothing to deserve it, but you accepted your fate to protect your family, just as I've always done the same to protect Mokuba." He takes a deep breath, and I remember how he fought us tooth and nail to win the right to face Pegasus and to free Mokuba's soul. Had that really been just a few short years ago? It seems like several lifetimes ago.

"I couldn't sleep with you anymore. After the night at the club, I couldn't stand the thought of meaningless sex with you because, for me at least, it was far from that." He sits down on the floor next to me, but I notice that he's still blocking my path to the door.

"So you fucked Tomoki instead?"

"I knew you were sleeping with him, so it made me feel closer to you. He knows why I did it, and through him, I've been able to make sure that you were okay."

"Oh really? Thinking that you abandoned me is okay?"

"He tried to tell you what was going on, but you wouldn't listen. You used your power over him to shut him up."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"The night you found out. He'd wanted to tell you from the start, but I didn't think you would understand."

"I understand all right; you dumped me ta get your hands on his tight ass."

"No Jounouchi," he says slowly, as if he's talking to a mental patient, "That's not how it was at all. Don't you remember that I told you that I needed you to trust me? I trusted you that night. At first, I took him to be closer to you, but I knew that you were enamored with him, and I had to find out why."

I shake my head; in the interim I'd forgotten-not about the club and fucking him-but about what he'd said to me in the car. "You told me to trust you, and then you turn around and fuck him because you know that I am? Do you know how fucked up that sounds?" I say to cover my lapse.

"I did what I had to do." He looks at me then, and by God, I want to believe him. "If I didn't distance myself from you ... Well, let's just say that my indiscretion of taking you to that nightclub was not lost on that yakuza who was gunning for you. I had a history with him as well, and when he saw us together, I knew I was risking your life."

I shake my head. "You didn't hafta fuck him."

"You know that I have ... certain needs, Jounouchi," he says, and he's speaking to me again like I'm a mental patient.

'But I wanted to take care of them!' is what I want to scream at him. But it's so petty and childish; he owed me nothing. In fact, in his own sick way, he WAS taking care of me. My thoughts turn to that bastard who was the cause of it all, and I'm filled with rage. I want to kill him. I say as much and he laughs mirthlessly.

I look at him warily. "What happened to him?"

Kaiba smiles humorlessly, the cold grin of a predator. "I've become fond of Tomoki, and when he told me what had happened that night-the things he couldn't tell you-I made sure that piece of detritus would never hurt anyone again."

I don't want him to elaborate; his dark statement reminds me of why I'd always been more than a little frightened of him. I search for something, anything I can say to change the subject. "So, now that you own this place ... now what? I never pictured you as someone who'd dabble in the sex trade. Kind of lays to waste your squeaky clean image."

He smiles again, and this time it's genuine. "I'm far from squeaky clean; I just have enough hush money to buy anyone's silence. But, I've decided that this is no longer a sex operation. It will continue on as the authentic teahouse that was its front. I've absolved all the workers of their debts." I know that this is as close to charity as Kaiba Seto gets.

I remember then that he has told me that he loves me, and despite my jealousy that he's been sleeping with Tomi, a warm blush spreads over my body. I'm loved by a borderline sociopath, but I'm loved nevertheless, and that makes me feel good. I wonder if it's any indication of how sick I truly am.

"I want you to come live with me," he says finally. He brushes his hand along my cheek, and his touch sends sparks through my blood. I crave more. His fingers trace along my jaw. I close my eyes and lean into his touch. It feels so good, so right. I've missed him so much.

"What about ... us?" I ask softly.

"I've already confessed my love to you." I feel his hot breath on my face moments before his lips touch mine. He kisses me with great restraint before he pulls away. "But I want him too," he adds, almost as an afterthought.

I should be happy, but as I begin to digest what he's just told me, I feel bile rising up to my throat. "You disgust me," I say bitterly, and my anger grows when my words get no response from him. How could I have believed his words, even for a second? "I hate you, you greedy bastard," I add for good measure. He's not content with just me; he wants us both. Two whores to warm his bed. If I have any say, he'll get neither.

He shrugs and stands up, brushing the wrinkles out of his pants. "I guess I deserve that," he says, and his voice is tinged with sadness.

"Where the fuck are you going?" I hurl as he saunters out the door.

He turns to me one last time. "I'm going home. I wanted you to come with me," he shrugs his shoulders. "But you can live here as long as you want, or you're free to leave."

"Oh," I sneer, "and go where? I have NOTHING. You must love me boatloads if you can just walk away from me AGAIN without a fight," I add. I know that I'm goading him, but I'm beyond caring. I want to know that I'm hurting him. "You think I should be grateful because you want me to share you?"

He looks puzzled. "Share ... me?" he echoes. "I really didn't look at it like that; I thought we ... would all have each other. After all, we've both been sharing Tomoki, and we've been together, so what's the problem?" His frankness is disturbing. What he's suggesting is so ... not right. But, what he says next knocks me on my proverbial ass.

"You were his master, too, Jounouchi, and yet you would abandon him so easily? He loves you and is devoted to you, and you'd just toss him aside like a used tissue? I'm disappointed in you." He takes a sheaf of papers from the inside pocket of his jacket and drops them on the floor at his feet.

I search desperately for some hurtful thing to hurl at his receding back, but words fail me. What he's said to me cuts me to the bone. I roll over onto my stomach and bury my head in my arms. After awhile, I feel someone stretch out next to me. Tomi. "Go 'way." I sound like a petulant child, but my words have no effect; he only snuggles in closer. I feel a wetness on my cheek, and open my eyes to meet his sea green gaze. He's been crying. "What're you crying about?" I ask accusingly.

He casts his eyes down and shrugs his shoulders. After a while he says quietly, "Katsuya, I thought we could be happy together."

"Together. With him," I say bitterly. He nods his head.

"I know you love him, and he loves you. If it's because of me, I'll go." He's sobbing silently, but his body is shaking uncontrollably. Kaiba's parting words echo in my head. I hadn't been a good Master at all. But now, as I hold him in my arms, I know that I could never leave Tomiko behind here. If anything, he should be with Kaiba.

"I don't-" I want to say that I don't love Kaiba, that I love him. But that would be lying, because I do love Kaiba. It's a different feeling than what I feel for Tomi, but it is a connection just the same. "None of this is your fault, Tomi,' I soothe, "and it's going to be okay. I'll make sure of it." I stroke his hair gently while I consider our options.
- 5
- 6
- 7
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

love dog