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A Slave for Who?	By : hachi-miitsu Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7320 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I am in no way making money off of this Yu-gi-oh portrayal or the characters and settings therein. If I was well, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction. Ha...So it follows that I don't own the Yu-gi-oh fandom either...that would be Kazuki Takahashi.

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
*streeeeetches~* Mk, so our boys are finally back ! Olga is just as snarky, and Pegasus is the same old creep. No oen, no munny, no sue. K?

Chapter Seven
Kaiba's face was grim as he ran fingers through the damp golden mop fanned out on the pillow. He swiveled his head just so to watch the maid as she fussed with the sheets. "I don't like this Olga."
"Is not about likink master. Leetle darlink needs his sleep."
Lips pressed into a thin line as his hand moved down to smooth out the blanket draping his charge. Drugs, a medicated silence. How he despised this necessity. Kaiba balled his fingers into a fist as he pushed away memories of his own forced slumber and the stolen time from the first parts of his childhood. Yes, this was for the best.
The CEO wasn't holding him prisoner….per se. This wasn't to make the blonde complacent to unrealistic demands. This was….for his own good.
He was healing in his sleep here. He was safe.
Just keep telling yourself that.
Kaiba jolted a little when Olga broke into his thoughts.
"He is sweatink yes?"
The brunette nodded, not really noticing the burly woman disappear until she came back, huffing and bearing a basin fool of hot water. She bent and peeled the covers back with a maternal smile when the boy shivered and moaned in his sleep.
"Leetle darlink will get seek. You must clean heem."
Kaiba barely resisted an indignant squawk as he rose to his feet. "I'll leave that to you", he said brusquely. Or, at least he tried.
The maid extracted the rolling pin from her apron with disturbing nonchalance as she regarded her master. "I think not sir. Olga is needed in keetchen. You do thees."
The brunette sputtered as she smiled a little too cheerily.
"Look here, Olga make eet easy for you." As she said this she unbuttoned the teen's pajama shirt—actually, it was Kaiba's but he slept in the buff most times anyway—and tugged it from him gently before pulling it out from under his slender form. "Off we come", the servant chirped. "Just like in old country." The sharp clap of a hand over eyes sounded as she shucked Jonouchi's pants next .
"Olga please, be reasonable about this."
She tutted and straightened, snatching Kaiba's wrist in a way only Olga dared to do as she led him by the blonde's bedside. "You must care for your beloninks sir. Olga goes now."
"I've got work to do", he protested.
"If master has time to visit, he can make heemself useful."
Kaiba could only gape, feeling thoroughly had as he watched the hairy woman—so like an impatient mother—sweep from the room with naught but a swish of skirt. He gulped, glancing down at the naked teen with an abashed expression.
"I am Seto Kaiba", he announced to the air.
"Master", he heard Olga warn from the kitchen. "Olga comes in with rollink pin sir?"
He wiped a hand over his mouth and shifted his weight, twisting his lips in offense. "I could fire you, you know."
A stomp of feet sounded and then the masculine feme was occupying the doorway. She eyed him a moment before striding into the room and plucking the sponge from the metal tub, pushing it into her boss's hand. "You are master. Olga is Olga. Who weens here?"
He gulped as she tapped the cooking accessory against his cheek.
"Impudence", he growled. They both knew he would never make good on his threat. She'd been with him since his earliest memories after all.
"Good. Now wash", she commanded. The maid disappeared down the hall but he could feel her smirk from here. Before he could stop it a grin of his own cracked his face.
Jonouchi arched from the bed and thrashed around, attracting the CEO's attention once more. His smile disappeared as if it had never been. The teen was caught in the cold tendrils of the room as his dream took a turn for the worst.
"Right", Kaiba snarled. "He's a dog. Groom the dog. You can do this Seto. You've bathed Mokuba before."
You didn't want to fuck your brother.
"Shut up. Damn you", he hissed to himself.
The blonde groaned, flinching away from the fire in his voice. The elite squeezed the soft sponge until warm water trickled around his fingers before sighing and dipping it into the basin that was beginning to cool. The dripping sounded way too loud in the quiet room. He could call Daimon or Mokuba, but really. Who was he to cower in the face of a task one of his housekeepers had set him to?
Seto paused, face twisting as he considered the sheer absurdity of that last statement. He glanced up at the ceiling and blinked, as if trying to find the answer carved somewhere on the wooden boards. Jonouchi was starting to pant from his exposure and Kaiba nodded.
Right.
Panting.
A fucking mutt.
He smacked his crotch for good measure before taking a first tentative swipe with the loofa. When the blonde sighed, the taller boy tensed, expecting Jonouchi to awaken and fly at him in a rage as he'd done the last few times. He shook his head after a moment though, remembering they'd upped the dosage just a little to give him some much needed peace.
The knowledge that his charge would not wake up didn't stop his breath from hitching through the next wipe, and the one after that. Each drew a shiver, a sigh, a whimper, a sleepy moan.
"So what are you going to use him for?"
"Damn you Pegasus", he whispered. But in the end he knew who really needed the damning. The elite wrung the sponge out with a little more force than was necessary. Sighing in defeat, Kaiba ran his palm down the sculpted expanse of Jonouchi's chest, now a ruddy peach from the warm water. A trail of moisture followed, stark on the surface. He'd lost the tan, most of his color really. The boy's cheeks were sharper from weight loss. He was…fragile. And now he was all Seto's responsibility.
The budding feelings he might have had for Jonouchi in the beginning would never come to fruition now. He'd been the messenger after all, the one who might as well have taken his precious sister's life for all Jonouchi was concerned.
He hated him more than before. No, there was no room for him in the blonde's heart. He could accept that. At least the mutt didn't take it out on his brother. So long as he kept to his original purpose, Kaiba would find it in himself to do the same.
The CEO locked his jaw and set about finishing his task as quickly and… apathetically as possible.
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You need to wake up now.
Jonouchi, clad in only a collar and cuffs, lashed out then wrapped his arms tighter around his middle as he trudged forward through the icy murk. The boy crouched in on himself, sure to stick to the dark and avoid the glaring spotlights that permeated this empty space. His teeth started to chatter.
"Lemme alone!"
Jo…chi…ush…way…
"Go away", the blonde hollered. "Shizuka, where are ya? It's your bruddah." Goosebumps prickled his skin and his feet were starting to tingle from the loss of warmth. "Answer me! Ple-ase…" Starkly different from the frigid air, something molten trickled down his cheeks and startled the boy. He hissed and swiped an angry arm over his eyes as he blinked away the sting. "Come on little girl, it's me! It's your jo-jo…" His voice thickened and he cried out as he stumbled too close to one of those spot lights. A hand snaked around his ankle and used the leverage to pull up the rest of the figure attached to it.
"Well boy, at least you and that brat are good for one thing. I sell you and I can retire in style", the phantom of his father barked out a laugh and leered as his grip constricted with bruising pressure. "Cooperate now."
Stay out of the light.
The blonde swallowed a scream, digging his nails into wet mud and kicking out wildly at the old man who dragged him closer. "Get offa me. Get off. Shizu—" Suddenly the drunkard vanished, as did the harsh spotlights. Jonouchi's chest heaved as he cast about.
"Brother…"
He jolted at the title then scrambled to his feet. "Where are ya? Bruddah's come to get ya." Fog boiled around his feet. His tear-stained cheeks stung at the further drop in temperature but the boy swallowed the groan building inside. His manacles were getting heavier by the second.
"Brother…."
"C'mere Shiz. Everythin's okay now."
She stepped out of the shadows and came towards him. He felt fit to burst with relief at first but as she stepped closer, things started to return.
Feelings. Images he didn't want to see, reminders of how he'd failed his flesh and blood. The apparition was rotting; sour decay as her bruised dermis melted from bone. His eyes watered and he bit the inside of his cheek.
Look at her. You don't have the right to avert your eyes. Look what you've done.
"Brother why did you let them? Why weren't you there?" Her eyes were carved out and her hands groped for him.
Jonouchi stepped back out of instinct as his face twisted with a silent sob. "S-shiz…"
Despite her mangled appearance he opened his arms and hitched his face into a grim smile even though he knew she couldn't see it. Maybe it was more for his benefit anyways. The tears spilled again, unhindered this time as they eased the grisly sight of his sister into an unintelligible blur. "I came as soon", he choked. "…as I could little one. Let bruddah hold ya now. C'mere baby."
She bent her head and stepped into the fold of his embrace. "Jo…"
The girl felt like ice, every inch of her pressed against his naked body. He wanted to weep until all the bitter failure was washed away. He wanted to scream at the injustice of such an innocent life being ripped away.
Instead, he laid his cheek against the top of her head and breathed in the metallic scent of blood and dirt…the scent of death that should not have been hers.
"I love ya", he whispered brokenly. "Jo loves ya Shiz. I'm so so-rry."
She shifted a little. "Me too brother."
Jonouchi gasped and clung to her as the apparition jammed her hand through his chest and clutched his beating heart.
"T-take it", he sobbed. "Take it Shiz. It's yours…"
Fire. Black.
Stay away from the light.
He was falling now, plummeting through the inky abyss towards the pinprick of white at the bottom. The wind scraped at the hole in his chest and he closed his eyes, reaching up for the fading vision of his dead sister as she held his heart then crumbled to dust.
Stay…om….ight…
"Jo."
No. I can't.
"Jo, please. You're hurting yourself. Wake up!"
The blonde gasped and struck out, connecting with something soft and warm. The raven bundle tumbled to the floor as Jonouchi fisted the sheets on either side of him while his chest heaved in a panic. He drew in desperate gulps for air and snapped his head down as his hands came up to trace his unblemished torso. He patted the solid flesh and dragged his fingers over the spot where his sister had touched. It was still sore.
Amber eyes blinked and finally registered the shaking boy on the ground.
"M-mok, oh fuck. Mok…"
The child smiled up at him through a curtain of tears and swiped his face as he rose shakily to his feet and collapsed on the bed. Jonouchi gathered him close and rocked the ravenette back and forth. "Sorry. 'm sorry."
"It's okay." But Mokuba clung to him anyways and buried his face in the older boy's neck. "It's okay Jo. It's okay."
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Olga nudged the door open with her butt and huffed as she shifted the heavy tray. With her back to the bed she set the burden on the armoire and wiped delicately at the sweat beading her forehead.
"Good mornin'", a soft voice croaked.
The woman turned and braced her palms against the small of her back as she appraised the blonde sitting naked on the neatly made bed. She bustled forward to place a palm against his forehead.
"The pains, they lessen with the sleep yes?"
Jonouchi rubbed an absent hand over his chest and nodded but the maid was on her game, having been in the service of one such stoic CEO most of her life.
"Leetle darlink, this is not thee way." She gripped his wrist and led it away from the raw scratches over his heart. The blonde didn't fight her or shy away from the scrutiny. He merely smiled and cocked his head.
"Wha isn't? Somethin' wrong?"
Her frown darkened a little, noting that the smile didn't reach his eyes. Olga said nothing more however as she returned to the tray and lugged it over to the bed. "Eat", she said curtly. "Then clothes."
"Yes ma'am."
The woman smoothed back her frizzy hair and crossed her arms in approval. She never crossed her arms unless something was wrong. The blonde shoveled the broth down and inhaled the porridge then wiggled into his pants. There were no more self-conscious squawks, no fighting. He happily set about puttering through the small tasks she appointed so that his weakened body could acclimate to being awake.
Happily...
She stood by him the whole time.
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"Seto?"
"What?"
"Why is Jo being like this?"
"He's coping."
"But he's not crying anymore."
"He is when he thinks we aren't watching."
"Why does he laugh now? He didn't this much before."
"He's pretending."
"Pretending to cope?"
"Life is a tragedy for those who feel, but a comedy for those who think", the TV cried dramatically.
Kaiba nodded and took a sip of tea as he allowed his brother to cuddle against his shoulder. Both seemed disturbingly nonchalant as they watched a movie on the flat's couch, yet their ears were sharpened for any sound that might come from the open door just down the hall.
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Mokuba tapped his pencil against the assignment before bringing the utensil's eraser up to nibble at the tip as his brows furrowed in concentration. He rubbed one eye, realizing with a hefty degree of irritation that he'd just read the same sentence five times.
The child palmed his face and redoubled his efforts only to be nearly startled out of his skin by a cheery jangle from the wall-length plasma screen on the opposite wall. Mokuba bit his lip and reclined back in his brother's chair. After a considerable amount of groveling and pouting, the elder had allowed him to do homework in his office.
The video-call became more insistent.
Seto would get mad if Mokuba picked up, but it was Pegasus, the one his brother had bought Jo from. He could tell by the little icon that flashed on the screen. His jaw worked as he chewed hard on his lip before closing one eye and clicking the mouse.
The sterling-tressed merchant popped up, appearing pale with anger yet a light flush dusted his fair skin. "Mokuba darling", the man drawled. "Is your brother around?" The child's mouth opened to answer then clacked shut as Pegasus flinched and sucked in a sharp breath.
Dark brows furrowed as he shot a glance out the window. "Uh…no. But I could—hey are you alright?"
The man's velvet clad arm reached down and yanked at something off screen as he forced a smile. "Fine. Why dear boy?"
Mokuba eyed the creepy merchant carefully as he noticed odd wet noises in the background. "…nevermind. Hold on a sec okay?"
Pegasus inclined his head and his visible eye crinkled with fondness as Mokuba hopped off the chair that was a bit too large for him. The child shuffled across the room, socked feet dragging over the lush carpet to work up some static electricity. When the older man heard the click of the door on the other side of the connection he thumbed his mouse and slumped in the chair's cradle a moment. A throaty moan escaped him when a chuckle vibrated around the suction clutching his weeping cock.
He balled his fist into aqua tresses and yanked the beautiful boy off him. "What have I told you about teeth", he hissed.
The androgyn chuckled again, the sound huskier than before as his eyes darkened. He rubbed his cheek in a loving gesture against the throbbing flesh that had moments before filled his mouth to capacity before turning to nip impishly at the older man's thigh. "Forgive me master", he drawled. "But you like it."
Pegasus's single eye narrowed at the unapologetic display that both pissed him off and turned him on. It was a heady combination and though Dartz no longer brought in the most money, the merchant made no bones about coveting the aqua-tressed beauty—his personal perfection—and keeping the androgyn for his exclusive use.
They were one in the same really. Dartz's father had sold the boy off like cattle, realizing his child would never be able to take up his mantle as heir. Pegasus could relate to that. He saw himself in this blue-haired teen that sneered at the entire world. Riches to rags...
And he craved that infallible arrogance, that fierce untamed impudence of their banter. He counted down the seconds before he could pound that fire again until Dartz's mask cracked and he became nothing more than an empty, gasping husk.
A gloved hand cupped the boy's chin and stroked it as Dartz placed a tender kiss on the man's palm. The same hand moved up, stroking, petting until he reached the crown of blue. He fisted and hauled the panting, moaning mess up for a tongue infused kiss. His free limb snaked around the lithe waist and kneaded one supple globe of Dartz's ass, wringing a broken groan from the younger boy.
Pegasus smirked as the lusty grip graduated into a sharp slap that echoed off the bookcases in his office. The adrogyn cried out and sagged as his legs collapsed. "You know what else I like", he growled against the teen's wet pout. Dartz licked his lips and forced himself to straddle his master without being commanded.
"Mm", the merchant droned. He seized both ass cheeks this time and ground the slave against his center as he nibbled the pale, jerking pulse under his lips. "Earn it."
Dartz threw back his head.
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Mokuba jogged over the sweeping grounds towards the flat. A light sheen of sweat started to bead on his forehead just as he reached the quaint wooden door. He bent and braced hands on his knees, stealing a moment to breathe.
With a final whoosh, Mokuba straightened and called out "Big brother?" He knocked twice then twisted the brass knob and stepped inside. The living room was empty, swathed in cool shadows. Mokuba jumped when he heard a noise from the kitchen.
He headed towards the commotion then paused, flabbergasted into silence as he loomed in the doorway.
Daimon was lounging against the counter while a giggling Olga hovered over a bubbling pot and batted her eyelashes in the manservant's direction. The child shuddered then swallowed.
"M-Ms. Olga?"
Both occupants jumped before Daimon stiffened and coughed in his fist. "Excuse me young master. My lady", he shot her a coy grin then hustled past the ravenette. Mokuba raised a delicate brow at the maid's conspicuous blush.
She seemed to come back to herself after a moment because she gave the contents in the pot a few brisk stirs and wiped her hands on her apron. "What is eet? You want leetle darlink yes?"
"Actually I was looking for my brother."
She smiled fondly and turned towards him as she pressed a finger to her lips. The burly woman led him down the hall towards Jonouchi's room. The door—as ever these days—was cracked open, gifting both child and servant with a cozy sight.
Seto was sitting…well, slumping in a chair by the blonde's bedside with his arms crossed and his chin lowered. A petulant frown carved lines into his face as his chest rose and fell slowly. Both were sharing in the same peaceful slumber.
Mokuba bit his lip. "I hate it when he pushes himself like this." His brother rarely showed weakness enough to fall asleep in front of others.
"Master ees a goot man."
The child's shoulders slumped as his eyes wandered over the oblivious pair. "I know, I just… I just wish he would stop trying to shoulder the whole world."
"Mokie, my babushka. Listen to Olga now."
The ravenette swiveled and gifted her with his full attention.
"What we shoult do, and what we actually do—"
"Seldom coincide." A slow smile curved his lips. "So you've told me."
Olga patted his shoulder. "You will be goot man too one day. Then you will see."
She bustled back to the kitchen and left the child to muse. He glanced at the wall clock and flinched when he realized that Pegasus was still waiting. Should he wake him? For Seto to fall asleep in such a compromising position…if he knew one thing about his brother, the older male wasn't snoring at the moment because he wanted to.
Mokuba took a step forward, then another. It would do Kaiba more harm than good to rest here anyways. The child shook his brother's shoulder.
"Seto? Seto, wake up."
The elite grunted but somehow managed to drag himself into consciousness. He blinked a few times to dissipate the lingering grogginess. The poor man looked absolutely haggard.
"Mok", he croaked. "What's wrong?"
The child smiled. "Pegasus is on the line."
"Now?"
"On hold in your office."
Kaiba smoothed his expression and ran a hand through his hair before standing languidly like he hadn't been drooling in his sleep moments before.
"Thank you."
"Can I…stay here while you're gone?"
The CEO halted then tossed a look over his shoulder. He could tell by the nervous fidgets that Mokuba hadn't yet completed his homework. However…
"I'd prefer that you do." He offered a rare smile before it dropped as he resumed his stoic business persona. "If he wakes up—"
"I'll let you know."
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The brunette scowled as he the neared his office. Faint slaps could be heard inside, even through the thick mahogany. With a sigh, the elite braced both arms then pushed the doors open as he strode through, grateful the instant he stepped inside that Mokuba had wanted to stay behind.
"Ah! Ah, m-master, nhhh."
His eyebrow twitched as the ardent sobs reached a crescendo.
"H-har-der…ohmygod yes. Right there, right there, right thereeee."
"Mmh. Yeah, ride that horse."
The sound of a slap crackled over the intercom, followed by a sharp gasp.
Seto didn't pause as he stalked to his desk and cleared his throat loud enough that it could be heard over the elicit display. The brunette steepled his fingers with a scowl as he lowered himself into his seat.
A blue haired boy obscured Pegasus, spread out and bouncing feverishly in the older man's lap. His head was propped back against the velvet clad shoulder and his whole body was strained in the pursuit of finis as he bared his front to the webcam.
Suddenly, his motions stilled as Pegasus plucked the teen from his lap. With a hand tangled in aqua tresses, the merchant forced the mewling mess on his knees out of sight. Seconds later wet sounds and cock-in-mouth groans piddled forth.
Seto raised a delicate brow as the sterling-tressed man flicked his cuffs and regarded his customer. "Now then", he said, voice only slightly breathless despite his vigorous activities. His eye sparkled on the wall length projection as he smiled down at the CEO. "Kaiba boy! So sorry about that. But you know how it is", he wiggled his eyebrow even as a throaty moan escaped the off-screen androgyn.
Seto's scowl darkened considerably. "You're fortunate that this room is…mostly sound proof. As it is, I hope there was a specific reason you've called me away."
"Taking care of your puppy?"
"My business is my own Pegasus."
The merchant gave a knowing titter but it choked off into a gasp. "Dartz, teeth."
Kaiba reached for his keyboard to end the call.
"Wait! Wait my boy." His smile strained. "There is actually." His nostrils flared as he shut his eye and collected himself. "I wanted to inquire as to whether or not you received my invitation."
Twin cobalt settled on a guilded envelope on one corner of his desk. "If I have?"
"Splendid!" He clapped gloved hands together. "You'll be coming then." Though it was posed as a question, the merchant's tone was more of a demand.
"What makes you think—"
Pegasus scoffed. "You work hard. Come play hard too." He licked his lips and if Kaiba hadn't been so astringently indifferent, he might have gagged.
"I never go to your dratted events, you know that. They're uncouth, and I've more pressing matters to occupy my time with."
"Ahh", the older man sighed. Kaiba wasn't sure if it was from the oral attentions he was quite literally receiving under the table or from something else. "That's the trouble with rushing through your contract I'm afraid. You must learn to read them properly or you might find yourself in", he tapped his nail against his desk, "a most compromising position."
Seto locked his jaw, knowing and dreading what was coming.
Pegasus smiled. "So you understand then."
The sound of Kaiba's teeth grinding joined the androgyn's quickening noisy slurps.
Power hungry, perverted son of a— "Very well." Bitch! He rubbed a hand over the stubble on his chin. This might be a blessing in disguise. It would be good to get Jonouchi out of the house for a bit. He didn't notice the playfulness of Pegasus's expression decay into grave seriousness.
"In any case, I have a specific matter to address with you this year. With all of you."
The brunette cast him a furtive glance and inclined his head as he reached for his keyboard.
"Kaiba-boy, one last thing." One of the merchant's hands dipped out of sight and yanked the aqua-tressed teen into his lap once more. He used his legs to spread creamy thighs and made sure Kaiba watched as he plunged two fingers knuckles-deep inside the boy's swollen pucker. A small whine escaped as Dartz's breath hitched and he tossed his head back, grinding against the intrusion shamelessly. Pegasus dragged his tongue along the elegant, quivering arm and smirked. "Bring your pet."
Seto slammed the end button and sat back as he folded one fist in the palm of his other hand and rested his lips there.
Hell, this was going to be just as bad as it sounded.

I feel sorta bad. It's not like I was withholding chapters or anything, but I tried devoting more of my time to my other work. I got two things half written, the next installments for Live and Learn and LM. That kinda made me happy until I cranked out the ENTIRE chapter for this one. In like…less than an hour xD
And it made me realize something. Writing some fanfiction feels like home. Some just write themselves and others take a hefty amount of agonizing and twitching. Now, granted, it can be likened to sneezing; quick, snotty, and …well not up to standard; or giving birth; long, bloody, tiresome, violent, and beautiful.
Some are crappy, some not so much x3 Even though this is coming out as quick as a sneeze, I hope that it isn't as gross as snot for you.
Also, another thing you might notice in my work is that one of my biggest recurring themes is 'nothing is ever free'. I have found a flaw in that however because leaving a review is free ;3 And it makes me feel better. If you don't and just favorite or even take a moment to read my work though, I am eternally grateful. As always, uber sorrys for the typos xD
Thank you so much for sticking with my story n_n more coming soon~!
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