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Small Favors	By : tethysnephthys Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5359 -:- 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.

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A.N.: Don�t forget, feel free to make suggestions. I know where the story could go, but I get the feeling that it would be an easy way out. So, I don�t know where the story will go. Ok, I have all this time free from classes and homework. No use wasting it all on the note. Tfor for the story! I still do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.

�T-t-toyoshima,� Seto stuttered, �M-may I please have a w-word with you? In . . . private?�

�Of course, of course. If you will excuse me, gentlemen,� Toyoshima said, guiding Seto into the hallway. Two guards came with them; the rest gathered around Jou and Mokuba. Seto took a deep breath as the door was shut behind them.

�I would like to propose a trade.�

�Ah, so now you are ready to co-operate, Kaiba?� Toyoshima attempted a nearly human smile. �It�s too bad it had to come to this, eh? I wonder just how much you would be willing to give to go back to our original agreement.� Seto opened his mouth to speak, but Toyoshima stopped him. �Unfortunately -- for you -- we no longer have that option. We must take into account the costs of concealing the deaths of Suchin Morishita and her family, and the disappearance of your servant here, this . . . Katsuya Jounouchi, at least. Now, you should know that Mokuba has not been violated. Mutilated, yes, but not violated. Not yet, anyways. I do not know how long I can reasonably kee ass associates away from such an admirable plaything. I�m sure they have already started on your servant.�

Seto grabbed Toyoshima�s arm, and the guards stepped closer. Toyoshima waved them back.

�Me!� Seto cried, �Every night, for a -- no, three months, completely willing. I keep my place, you keep yours, everything goes back to normal.�

Toyoshima smiled and nodded, ready to agree with this, when Seto added, �For both of them.� Toyoshima started.

�Both of them? Whatever for?�

Seto opened his mouth, but found he did not know what to say. If Toyoshima knew how much Jou�s safety meant to Seto, the price would be massively increased. Obviously, Toyoshima hadn�t discovered their connection yet, or. . . . Seto realized with a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach that Mokuba�s torture was meant to be the bait. He felt a momentary flash of anger. If Jou had just left it alone, Mokuba would be healthy and oblivious to the horrors he had experienced here. Maybe he had meant well, but didn�t they say that the road to hell is paved with good intentions? Seto knew what he wanted to say.

�Because I�m not a cruel, heartless bastard,� Seto replied. Like you. To his relief, Toyoshima�s expression did not change.

�Yes, I�m afraid not everyone has this benefit. You will learn, though. You will learn. Of course, this raises the cost to . . . six months?�

�Four.�

�Five.�

�Four and two weeks.�

Toyoshima nodded and stuck out his hand. Seto shook it.

�I will have the documents drawn up tonight. I don�t suppose you would consider leaving them with me overnight?�

Seto shook his head, and one of the guards left, presumably to do the paperwork.

�Well, then, you had better see to them before my guests grow bored with your servant and move on to your brother. The guards can only protect him until the men get too insistent, you know.�

It was a moment before the full meaning of those words registered in Seto�s mind. He yanked open the door.

�Jou!�

*~*~*

Jou�s determination to win nearly dissolved the moment he heard Seto�s voice. I�m saved, he thought, and almost simultaneously, he�s got Seto. His eyes involuntarily watered with tears of relief and despair. Now all he had to do was stay reasonably calm. Maybe the situation was better than it sounded. Maybe Seto really had the upper hand. He didn�t dare try to imagine what the rest of Toyoshima�s �surprise� was. Some torture device, Jou assumed.

Jou listened as it was rolled into the room. Yes, it was heavy enough. He forced himself to imagine the best. Maybe it was just a bed, to display Toyoshima�s intentions with Jou and trick Seto into doing something stupid. Then he heard the sound. A human voice garbled around words that sounded almost familiar. And was the voice itself not familiar as well? Mokuba. Jou wanted to sob. Seto did not have the upper hand at all. Mokuba was here, too, obviously gagged, and probably restrained in some sadistic way.

�Well, gentlemen, shall we begin?� Toyoshima said.

Jou�s blood ran cold. He heard to Seto�s stuttered plea, heard the door shut.

�Mr. Toyoshima�s orders are to stay away from the little one here, but you are free to entertain yourselves with the blonde in any way you choose, provided you leave him alive and relatively uninjured. You are also encouraged to use the items in the armoires.�

There was a rustle of clothing and the sound of excited mumbling. Jou could hear the men coming closer, moving things around behind him. He heard the small, squeaky door just in front of him open. Afterwards, all he could recall about the events that followed were hands. Hands all over him, and pain.

What happen first was the collar and leash being attached to his neck, then pulled so that he fell onto the floor. Hands groped him roughly. He was turned over on his back, and something like clothespins were fastened to his nipples. He was whipped and beaten. Hard, inanimate and animate objects alike were thrust into his sphincter. The gag was frequently replaced by flesh, then shoved back in.

By the time Seto reached for the door, Jou had passed out, battered and bleeding, splattered with sperm inside and out. It was as if the men knew they would only be able to steal a few moments of pleasure. A limp doll was not as much fun, though, so they began questioning the guards about when they would be allowed to have the boy. They were figuring out who should go first and how long each would be allowed so that he would last longer than the first when Toyos and and Seto returned.

�Jou!�

Seto rushed into the room, then hesitated. Jou had been left alone now; the men were gathering around Mokuba. He turned to Toyoshima.

�I would appreciate it if you would remove these two from their bondages and have them placed in a separate room where they can wait for me.�

�As you wish. They are yours now.�

Toyoshima nodded to his men. �Move them to the recovery room to have their injuries patched up.� He then turned to Seto. �It would be most convenient if you could start your payments at once, don�t you agree? The more vicious tools will be returned to their places, of course. No noticeable change in your condition should be obvious afterwards.�

Seto reluctantly nodded. It was the best he could hope for. He began to quickly undress, and was ordered to slow down. He watched from the corner of his eye as Jou and Mokuba were removed from the room, one still out cold and the other sobbing harshly. Seto hoped Toyoshima was keeping his word.

Seto was already shivering under the lustful gaze of the eyes crawling over his body. He made himself focus on his brief time with Jou. It seemed like years ago now. The past few days and nights had been crawling by at a snail-like pace. And this, he thought, will probably be the longest night of all.
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