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love dog	By : Rroselavy Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6637 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: love dog. (7/7)

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's breath evens out, and I can tell that he's fallen asleep. It must have been exhausting for him to carry around his secret. I should have let him tell me everything; I feel bad that my jealousy got in the way. I get up and rustle the papers that Kaiba left behind. I pick them up and unfold the documents; it's a single page contract, in triplicate, and a notification that a sizable sum of money has been left in a trust for each of us, no strings attached.

The very simple contract serves to kind of legalize our relationship; ultimately, I realize, he's willing to take care of both Tomi and I quite comfortably, whether or not this 'relationship' works out. Of course it is all based on confidentiality, I snort. Even when he's thinking with his dick, he's still able to figure a way to cover his ass. I have to admit that it's pretty impressive. I wander aimlessly through the familiar halls, at loose ends. I really don't know what to do. When I pass by Haha's study, he calls out to me.

"Katsuya, you're still here?" he asks, the surprise evident in his voice. I stand in his doorway. He looks handsome in his form-fitting charcoal suit, and I wonder vaguely what will happen to him now that he's out of business. It doesn't look like he's been packing up to leave.

"Yeah. How 'bout you? Are you staying on?"

He smiles darkly. "Do you really think that I could do anything else with my life?" His words are chilling despite his smile. "Don't worry, Katsuya. I won't force anyone into this life. There are plenty of willing participants." So he says, I think.

"Why didn't you leave with Kaiba-san?" he asks. I cast my eyes downward out of habit, and I shrug my shoulders. "Do you want to talk about it?" I shake my head. "Okay," he says softly. "Then how about you let me talk to you for a few minutes? Come, sit down." He beckons me to the chair opposite from the one he is sitting in. It feels unusual for him to be treating me as a peer, to say the least.

"Have you seen today's newspaper?" he asks. It's a rhetorical question; we were never allowed to stay current with the news, because we had too many high-profile clients. "There is an interesting article about a local gambling ring," he continues. "Apparently, it had been in operation for many years-the gambling was actually a front for loan-sharking. These mobsters, they had a habit of preying on the weak of mind-alcoholics, primarily." My ears prick up at that.

"You see, they would find an alcoholic stooge, and then systematically drain all of his assets away from him, all the while encouraging his habits with open-ended loans." He looks at me intently. "A real tragedy that; it seems that many families were affected, and even worse, the local police were on the take as well. It's rumored that they may have facilitated a slavery ring, where children were sold into prostitution, but no evidence has been found to support that." My body grows cold. I remember that, last year, when the situation with my father was getting desperate, I'd gone to the police with my story in hopes that they would take some action against the gang. It was shortly after that incident that my life had spiraled out of control and I'd ended up here.

"Anyhow, it seems that someone with a lot of pull managed to bend the ear of none other than the Prime Minister. Can you imagine all the heads that are rolling now that this institutionalized criminal behavior has come to light?" I'm too stunned to answer. Kaiba has a scorch and burn policy that is an awesome testament to his ... what ... ? His need to get what he wants at any cost? His bloodlust for revenge? No, that's not it; though I know that Kaiba has both those traits in spades, this action smacks of something else altogether. It is as if he is trying to set things right. No, that can't be, I think. There must be something more to it.

"Rest assured, there will be quite a shake up for the media to report on for months to come. Aren't you at all interested in who the head of this ring was?" He takes a neatly folded newspaper off of the table in front of us and holds it out for me. The sick pit in my stomach tells me that I shouldn't look-that I should leave now, disappear with Tomi and start a new life, away from Domino City and Kaiba Seto. But, I can't help but look. It is him-the crime boss to whom my father was indebted, the man whose threats to my sister have kept me enslaved here. But my eye is drawn to another picture-lower on the page-and the hair on the back of my neck stands on edge. It is a small item about one of the henchmen in the gang that had just been broken up, who has been coincidently found dead. I would recognize that face anywhere-it is the bastard that abused Tomi and who attacked me outside the nightclub. I skim the article. The reporter spares no lurid detail in his recitation of the facts; the yakuza was dressed in bondage gear, and strangled by a whip. Despite the fact that there was some blood found on the scene, from the position in which he was found, the police have ruled out foul play; rather, they believe he auto-asphyxiated himself trying to get off. All blood has been attributed to the deceased's sordid behavior.

" ... and every one of them have given signed confessions, which is quite fortuitous, because afterwards, all the evidence against them was destroyed in a warehouse fire." I catch the end of what he's saying, and tear my eyes from the newspaper. He allows what he's said to sink in. "There are no records left at all, Katsuya."

For some reason, I look at the fireplace beside me. I see there are new ashes in it, despite it being an abnormally warm night for early November. He catches me staring, and repeats softly, "None at all."

I let my shoulders sag. I have all the freedom I want. I could walk out that door with Tomi on my arm, and go to the Kame Game Shop where Yuugi would be happy to put us up until I figured out what to do. But he'd come looking for me, I know it. And what would I say? 'Stay away from me, ya psycho-freak?' Maybe for starters, but even as I try to imagine my life without him, I feel a deep hole opening in my heart.

"Now what do you suppose would drive someone to do all that, Katsuya?" I lock eyes with Haha, and for the first time I see something other than cruelty and impassivity in them-envy? It shocks me to the core. "Still have nothing to say?"

"Am I supposed to be impressed?" I ask finally.

Haha laughs. "I don't think any of this occurred to impress you, but perhaps to impress something upon you."

"Yeah, that no matter where I go, he'll find me? Should I just give up?"

"Katsuya-kun, tell me something. How did your life change here change after Kaiba-san found you and became your master?" I have to admit that it was far better having him for a Master and knowing that I wasn't going to be sold to the highest bidder on any given night. "He's always provided for you, ne? So, what he's offering you now, is it any different?"

"But he's just buying me! And Tomi, too!"

Haha laughs. "If he wanted to buy you outright, he could have done so months ago."

I think about that for a moment. "It still doesn't answer the question why he left me here month after month."

"That is something you will need to find out from him." He's speaking to me like a father would to his son-though in my wildest dreams, I couldn't imagine this as a topic of conversation in any parental heart-to-heart. It's hard for me to get past what our relationship has been up until this very morning. But, I realize sadly, that he's been more of a father figure to me than my old man ever was. In his own sick way, Haha has always looked out for me. How fucked up is that, I wonder.

"Are you still thinking only about yourself in this matter? You realize there are three people involved."

"Yes, well Tomi doesn't-"

"Doesn't what? Doesn't know the true nature of Kaiba Seto? Can you be sure of that, or is that just wishful thinking?" It never occurred to me that Tomi could ... love ... him too.

"But he didn't ask Tomi, he asked me!"

"Why do you think that is?"

"Why don't you stop asking me all these questions and just tell me?"

"Because I think you already know the answers. You're letting your own jealousy and feelings of worthlessness cloud your thinking, obscure what is right under your nose."

"This is insane, what he's asking. What he wants!"

"Uncommon, perhaps deviant, but far from insane." This, coming from a man whose self-ascribed nickname is Haha. I sink lower into my chair.

"And what happens when the media gets wind of it?"

"Is that really your problem? You know, you haven't once said 'no' because you think the idea of being with both Kaiba-san and Tomiko-kun is repulsive."

He's right, I sigh. Because, when I come right down to it, they both fulfill a need for me. Is it possible that it works that way for each of them? "I have to talk to Tomi," I say suddenly. "If I don't see you again ..." I want to say thanks, but is a thank you really in order, I wonder.

"Katsuya, do me a favor?"

"What?" I turn to him.

"When we see each other again, let's pretend that you've never met me." He already believes that my mind is made up.

I wake Tomi gently and roll him on his back. "Do you love him?" I ask. He blinks his eyes for a few seconds. "Tomi, do you love Kaiba Seto?" He looks away, unable to meet my eyes. "I need to know." He nods his head. "Why?"

"Why do you love him? And don't deny that you do, Katsuya," he admonishes. I realize then how unfair my question was.

"Come on, we're going," I say, pulling him up from the mat. "Get your things."

* * * * * We are pathetic, I think. Between the two of us, we have one bag full of belongings. We sit side-by-side in the taxicab-I had to borrow money from petty cash to pay for it-as it wends its way through the estates that border the outskirts of the city. Neither of us have much to say; we're both lost in our own thoughts. I bite my lip, worried that somehow his offer will be rescinded because I've refused him.

The taxi pulls up to a gated drive. "Want me to wait?" the driver asks dubiously.

"Nah, that's okay," I say with more confidence than I'm feeling. I pay him, and listen to the gravel crunch as he backs out and drives away.

I ring the bell, and after what seems to be an eternity, a voice rings out, "Business, please,"

"We're here to see Kaiba Seto."

I'm surprised when the voice responds, "Who may I ask is calling?" I figured I'd be told to beat it already. I tell the speaker our names, and we wait longer. Finally the gate swings open, and the disembodied voice instructs us to please proceed to the main house.

It is a long walk. I've never been on the Kaiba estate, so I'm unprepared for the sheer size of it. His wealth has always been an intangible; 'billion' is just not a number that I can accommodate from my existence. I've never seen a billion anything-except maybe grains of sand-and he's a billionaire several times over. Maybe being his harem isn't such a raw deal after all. Tomi grips my hand tightly; he looks awestruck, his eyes wide, his lips parted ever so slightly. He looks incredibly kissable, too. First things first, I remind myself.

He's waiting for us at the door.

"What do you want, Jounouchi?" he asks. His arms are crossed over his chest and he is glaring at me from the top of his steps. He is the epitome of master, my Master.

I push Tomi in front of me, and I see Kaiba's gaze soften somewhat. "Do you love him?" I ask.

Kaiba bristles at my question and he stares hard at me. "What's it to you?"

"I need to take care of him, remember?" He swallows hard and nods.

"So I take that as a yes?" I'm not letting him off the hook that easily.

He looks at me again with his unfathomable artic eyes and says, "Yes. I love him." He turns to Tomi. "I love you," he says softly. Tomi squeezes my hand.

"I love you, too, Seto." Tomi whispers.

Kaiba turns to me. "And what about you Katsuya, do you love him?"

I stare at Kaiba evenly. "Yes, I do." I turn to Tomi, "You know that though, doncha?" He smiles at me and my heart clenches. How could I ever have considered doing this without him?

"And me?" Kaiba asks, and I imagine that I hear a waiver in his voice. I realize then, that he has put his heart on the line today. He hadn't believed that my love for him was a foregone conclusion, the contracts, the trusts, while not romantic, were his way of proving the sincerity of his emotions. I know that he will never be an open book, and I will have to interpret his actions as acts of love, but I don't know if I could love him any other way.

"Yeah," I say, and he lets the breath that he was holding out. "So, do you have a pen?"

"A ... pen?" Kaiba asks, a puzzled look on his face.

"Yah, a pen. We've got this god-damned contract to sign, and then we have some business ta take care of."

Kaiba grins weakly. "Only you could be angry about signing a contract that leaves you very well off indeed. Come on into the study." He takes the bag that I've been carrying and places it carefully places it on a sidetable.

"I've got my reasons, but I plan to remedy that just as soon as the ink is dry." I'm already excited at the prospect of having my hands all over his gorgeous body again. Damn him for being so sexy. Damn him more for staying away from me for so long.

We follow him into the mansion, through the polished, black marble entryway and down the massive hall. I peer into exquisitely furnished rooms as we pass them by. We turn into a large room, filled floor to ceiling with books. He stands behind his desk and hands pens to Tomi and me.

"Yah sure this is what you want?" I ask Tomi, giving him one last chance to back out. But who would, after seeing this place? We all sign each contract, and it feels awkward afterwards; there's no celebration, yet the air is pregnant with unspoken sexual tension.

"Let me show you around." Kaiba finally says, breaking the silence.

He gives us a grand tour, and by the time we reach his bedroom-our bedroom-I'm ready to throw Kaiba on the bed and ravish him. I grab him roughly and kiss him deeply and Tomi joins us in the embrace, but Kaiba pulls away from us and cringes. "I can't," he gasps.

"Whaddya mean?" I panic momentarily, wondering belatedly if I've signed on to a life of celibacy.

"I'm ... injured." Tomi steps back from us uncertainly.

"Katsuya," he exclaims, "there's blood on Seto's shirt!"

I see a long line of blood on the fabric that stretches across his lower chest, and I reach for his buttons. I expect him to slap my hands away, but instead he stands there and allows me to undo his shirt and carefully remove it from his body.

His back is a lattice-work of angry welts and thin red wounds; I can tell immediately that he's been whipped fiercely by someone with little experience, or little care about the damage that they were doing. It's almost as bad as Tomi's beating was. I look over to Tomi; his face has taken on an ashen pallor. I pull him into an embrace to steady him.

"Did he do this to you?" I hiss.

"He who?" Kaiba asks, and then drops all pretenses. "Do you think I'd be foolish enough to admit to something like that?" He chooses his words carefully, "I did what I had to do, Katsuya," he says, and then adds, "and it was worth every minute."

"I told you he loved you," Tomi murmurs, he nestles his head under my chin, and I feel my pulse pounding in my throat.

"No, he loves us," I correct him. Kaiba can be a cruel bastard, and I'm a little afraid of him, but at the same time, a thrill courses through me. He did this for me. For us. I no longer have a past to be ashamed of or afraid of; he's erased it. Tomi rubs his body against me needfully; I'm acutely aware of how much I want him. I turn to Kaiba then, and rather cheekily say, "Well, just because you've injured yourself, it doesn't mean that Tomi and I have to suffer too."

I tilt Tomi's head upward and then kiss him, deeply. He responds immediately-he's become such a little sex kitten-and before I know it, we're half naked and well on our way to the bed. I feel Tomi's erection through his pants, and rub it leisurely, making a show of it for Kaiba. I catch the look on his face. Seto's eyes are blackened with lust, and I imagine that there is drool sliding down his chin.

"Tomi, I want you to fuck me," I say huskily, and I hear a low groan fall from Kaiba's lips.

"You sure?" he asks so eagerly. He's never topped, so I will need to direct him, but I get the feeling that Seto won't mind that at all.

"Mmm hm, I have it on good authority that our lover would really like to see that." I toe off my sneakers and step out of my pants. Naked now, I crawl upon the bed and face Kaiba on my hands and knees. "Have any lube?" I ask him.

Without taking his eyes off of me, his hand rummages in a drawer behind him, and he tosses a tube over to Tomi. Oh yeah, he's gonna like this show. My cock is already leaking pre-cum at the thought of him watching us. I smell the vanilla-scent of the lubricant as Tomi slathers it on his fingers.

He kneels behind me and caresses my ass with one hand, while the fingers of his other timidly circle my entrance.

"That feels so good, baby" I encourage. "Now slowly stick one finger in, just like I've done to you," I whisper hoarsely. I gasp at the sensation of his finger sliding in and arch my back enticingly. Seto has moved in front of my face; I can smell his sex through his trousers. He's most definitely turned on. "Why doncha make yourself comfortable?" I say between pants, "You're a little too overdressed." Tomi is quite the avid learner. He has a second finger in me before I've even directed him, and pretty soon he has me arching into each thrust; he's found my prostate and I close my eyes, letting the intense sensations wash over me in waves. He reaches under me and strokes my cock, and it's all I can do to keep from coming. I open my eyes to Kaiba's dick looming in my face and I smile up at him. "Want something?"

"You know it," he says, his voice practically a purr.

"Tomi, baby, I'm ready fah yah," I say before I take Kaiba's cock into my mouth. I know this is just what he's fantasized, and he's already dripping cum. I savor his metallic taste before deep-throating him. He gasps at the sensation, and then his fingers dance lightly over my face. Tomi slides into me hard and I push forward ever so slightly, my lips tightening around Kaiba's sex.

"Ngh," he manages. His hands leave my face then and I feel my lovers above me lean in toward each other; they are kissing and fondling each other while they fuck me. I'm beginning to feel a little neglected until Tomi pulls away and his hand is on my shaft once again.

"You feel so good, Katsuya. I've never felt anything like this!" he cries out, he's thrusting into me earnestly, and in turn, I'm giving Kaiba the blowjob of his life. Tomi's not used to the sensation of having his cock buried in someone else, and I can tell he's closing in on his climax. I rest my weight on one hand and push back against him; with my free hand, I fondle Kaiba's balls. I feel them tightening from my ministrations, and by god, I'm so close to exploding by the time he comes that it's all I can do to keep myself from injuring him. I swallow his essence greedily as Tomi comes deep inside me. He's pumping my shaft in earnest now, and I follow them close behind, my seed coating his hand. I drop to the bed, my body luxuriating in the aftermath of our mind-blowing sex. I could definitely get used to this. I open my eyes to see Seto grab Tomi's arm and I watch hungrily as he slowly licks my cum off of Tomi's hand. His blue eyes are riveted to mine, and I shiver under his gaze. Oh yes, I most certainly can get used to this.

I crawl up to the top of the bed and lay down heavily. The sheets and coverlet and pillows are extraordinarily soft. I close my eyes and shut my ears against the voice that tries to tell me that this is an impossible relationship to maintain; I've proven people wrong before, so why should this be any different? For the first time it dawns on me that we can make this work. Somehow. I begin to believe that we three have enough of a connection that will transcend the sordid way in which we became lovers. Seto slides into the bed gingerly and lies down behind me, curving his body around mine. And then Tomi joins us; he lies in front of me, facing me. They both twine their hands together and drape them across my hip. For the moment, I can't imagine anywhere else I'd rather be.

~fin~

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