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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.

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Chapter Nine

Yugi fidgeted and wrung his hands in his lap, damp with nervous sweat. The cabin was a little too cold, the seats a little too comfortable. And he and Atem were a little too alone in this sleek, luxurious space. Even though there was a seat right next to Yugi's, Atem had opted to station himself across from the boy to allow him breathing room. Still, they were far closer than he knew Yugi wanted.

"Aibou?"

He flinched. "Yes?"

"Are you alright? Would you like water or something to eat?"

The trinette shook his head in a panic but his body, for not the first or last time, betrayed him and answered Atem's call. His stomach gave an onerous gurgle, too loud in the silence between them. A genuine chuckle trickled from the master's lips and he lifted his hand.

A flight attendant materialized and smiled as she held her notepad aloft.

"Honeyed dates and a pomegranate please."

Her pen scratched along the paper then she cast an expectant glance at the smaller male. Yugi shook his head.

"Aibou, come now. I know you're hungry."

Yugi curled an arm around his stomach, face burning. He bit his lips, then, "A…hamburger, please."

The pen paused. At a look from her prince she forced the smile again and hustled to the back of the plane.

"Did I… did I say something wrong?"

Atem's eyebrows rose. "Why ever would you think such a thing?"

Yugi bunched both hands into his shirt wrinkles. "She looked surprised."

The taller boy chuckled. "I've never eaten a hamburger so she probably was."

Purple blinked then widened. Yugi forgot his fear and caution for a moment. "Never?"

Atem smiled softly. "Never."

"But…they're so good."

"They're unhealthy and according to father, unbefitting the royal palate."

Yugi fell silent. Something as normal, as mundane and commonplace—but then Atem wasn't common place at all. He bought people. He was going to rule an entire nation. They were from different worlds. "What did you eat before?"

At that moment, a bowl of honeyed dates and a halved pomegranate was set up by Atem's elbow. She turned to Yugi. "Your order will be along in a moment…sir."

He smiled his thanks but it went unnoticed.

The prince sighed through his nose. Idle fingers reached out to pluck one of the little brown fruits and pop it in his mouth. Atem chewed thoughtfully, brows furrowed. "Boars, deer, rice. The feasts were tedious but the food was succulent enough."

"Did your mom cook for you?"

Surprised, Atem blinked. He tapped his finger against the date in his hand. "I didn't have a mother." He glanced at Yugi, pleased to find the other's eyes searching for somewhere else to focus. He'd been caught staring. Atem grinned. "You eat hamburgers often, yes?"

Yugi nodded. "They were….grandpa's favorite."

Atem winced. "I apologize."

"It's okay. I don't remember my mom either. Grandpa raised me."

"Tell me. Let me hear your story little one."

The trinette rolled his shoulders. It was a soft demand, yet Yugi didn't feel threatened for some reason. He opened his mouth. Closed it. Chewed on his tongue. "Not really much to tell. He loved me, I loved him." Yugi traced the creases of his pants as he brought one knee up and hugged it. "He loved games. Board games, card games. Even though he was old, he was like a kid. Like a brother." Yugi swallowed. "He was my best friend…"

"I'm… so glad he was kind to you. You've become what you are because of him. In part, at least."

Yugi titled his head. "I suppose I have." The smaller boy cleared his throat. "What…what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Your…dad? Uhm…no. No, nevermind. Sorry." Yugi bit his lip and looked out at the thick white clouds below them, a fluffly landscape in the glaring sunlight. It would be all too easy to plunge through that wispy illusion of solidity...

"It's alright. I'm afraid I have nothing much to offer either. He is…" Atem sighed. "He is a hard man because he has to be. The people, they come first." A bitter shadow flashed across his face. "And I must learn this well."

Yugi wanted to say something. The poor prince, the same who had both ruined him and built him back up again looked his own age a moment as he glanced out the window too. He looked young, and scared, and tired. "Wh-what about friends?"

"None." The tone was calm, the answer practiced like it had been with the subject of his mother. "I am not allowed such things. It would distract from my destiny."

Yugi sat back. Where did that leave him then? "No friends at all?"

Atem turned to him, eyes smoldering. "I…I was allowed to partake in Pegasus's foolish dealings because father wanted me to get a taste for…"He coughed. "Royal privileges. I am allowed to take and keep you only on the assumption that you stay a possession... not a person. Father believes you to be just a pretty pet for me." He made a frustrated gesture and finally tore his gaze away from his heart's obsession. "That's…why we had to come. He wants to see you." The tan hand drifted to the seat next to the prince and he brushed his fingers over the invitation and a second piece of heavy paper who's seal looked creased, as if it had been opened and read many times.

Yugi's eyes dulled and he hugged himself. "Oh…I see."

"But you're so much more." It was a whisper, a fragile quiet sound that might've not been said at all. The silence was so absolute however, that Yugi did hear it. When he chanced a look at his master, Atem's fist was pressed to his lips, the date crushed and forced as a brown sticky goop between his fingers. His eyes were trained on his own lap. "I've postponed this for as long as I could aibou. But he is…my father."

A father. A ruler. A singular tyrant. He didn't need to say it. Yugi could read that expression clearly.

The burger was set down at Yugi's elbow with a soft clack.

But Yugi wasn't hungry now.

_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_

He was hiding that raw ache behind laughter again. Olga braced a fist against her lower back and wished the joyous sounds coming from Mokuba's room were genuine. But she knew the anguish all too well that lurked beneath her Darlink's act.

He was being disturbingly normal because the boy had no choice. It showed though, when her master aggravated him enough.

The brusque woman stepped away quietly, not alerting the brunette who was leaning against the wall on the outside of the cracked door with closed eyes and slumped shoulders. It seemed like she was the only one watching out for her babushkas some days. All of them.

_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_

"This one!"

"Well…"

Mokuba tightened his fingers around the hat and glared. "Come onnnn. You said today was my day since I can't go to your stupid Gala."

Kaiba's eyes flashed with amusement though his face remained stoic. "So I did."

Jonouchi was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. He didn't take his eyes off Kaiba's face as he said, "You won't be missing much Mok." He shifted. "Get da hat for 'im money bags."

Olga bustled up with a small mountain of wrapped packages. "Leetle master gets more pretty things?"

Kaiba grimaced and pulled out his wallet. "I'm afraid so."

Olga shifted the load and blew a frizzy lock out of her face.

Jonouchi smirked and tucked his hands in his pockets. He was dressed in soft jeans and a thin cotton shirt, nothing fancy. Yet they were he noted bitterly, remembering the ridiculous price tags.

Top line this and premium quality that. It made the blonde sick. He blinked up into the sun when he stepped out of the quaint but expensive shop, nestled amongst its fellows. The tang of the water, its gentle rippling lulled him. Everywhere he looked there were people going about their business in this world that seemed so different from his own. He couldn't even remember what life was like before The Compound, before…before he lost Shizuka.

He could say it now, that gut wrenching truth. Jonouchi's chest shuddered with a sigh.

"Hey."

Something poked his shoulder. The blonde snapped his body back and whirled on the CEO. "How may I serve ya", he spat. He hunched his shoulders with a feral growl, flailing for the carefree mask he was usually so good at hiding behind…except around him.

Seto's mouth drew into a thin line. He fancied that if Jou really were a dog at that moment, his ears might be lying flat, his tail bristling. "We're going mutt", he sneered. "Come." He patted his thigh three times then turned on his heel and stalked toward the waiting gondola.

Jou curled his lip and was the last one to clamber in.

"What took you so long?" Mokuba glanced between his brother and friend, suspicion puckering his chin. "Everything ok?"

"Yeah Mok."

"Drop it."

"Don' snap at 'im Kaiba. He didn't do nothin'."

"Don't tell me how to handle my brother. I own you remember?" Glacial eyes turned and locked with amber, sparks flying between the two.

Olga—sitting near the back of the gondola—finished stacking all the purchases in a neat pile then pulled the rolling pin out of her apron with a swish. "Leetle Darlink and master get along yes?" She set the cooking utensil down between them.

Both males glared at it then crossed their arms and refused to acknowledge the other's presence for the rest of the trip back to the hotel. Mokuba watched them both with wide eyes and when Olga touched his shoulder, he squeezed her beefy hand but didn't smile as he was usually able to.

_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_

Mokuba squealed as Jonouchi picked him up and tossed him on the bed. He pounced on the ravenette, wielding tickling fingers. The boys squirmed and wrestled until Mokuba rolled and pinned Jou to the mattress, straddling the elder's toned stomach. They panted between laughter, the air around them electric with happy energy. The blonde blew a lock of sweaty gold out of his face.

"Ha", Mokuba crowed. "I win again."

Jonouchi's eyes twinkled in the light of early evening. "Only cause I let ya brat."

"Best, uh… twenty-nine outta thirty?"

The blonde smirked. "You're on, but I warn ya, I won' hold back this time."

Mokuba snorted. "That's what you said last time."

"I was goin easy on ya."

The younger male slid down his conquered mountain and scooted off the bed. He crouched. "On three."

"One", Jou growled.

"Two…"

Before the blonde could shout 'three' Mokuba was hurtling towards him. Jonouchi squawked and backpedaled. At that moment Kaiba's thunderous timbre rang through the room.

"Stop this now." The younger sibling flinched and curled in on himself as Kaiba strode in with a flick of luxurious coattails. His hair was slicked back, hands fiddling with sapphire cufflinks as he glared at both his charges. "I've been calling your names for minutes. I expect you to answer next time."

Mokuba swallowed and grimaced at the floor.

"Don't you cry."

His lip trembled, fingers balling into fists. "I won't."

Something clicked. Kaiba flexed his fingers and made to pat Mokuba's head but he was already hustling from the room.

"Where're you going! I wasn't finished speaking."

"m' find Olga."

"Mokuba!"

The door slammed.

"Wha the hell's wrong with ya, huh?"

Kaiba pinched the bridge of his nose then turned. "I don't need to explain myself to the likes of you", he sneered. Yes, that's it. Just like that.

The door snapped open again, curtains ruffling. Olga stormed in with hell's fury in her eyes. "Master has been sour all day." She yanked his bow tie open and retied it tight enough to make him sputter.

"Ol—"

"No! You will leesten to Olga." Kaiba wheezed as she yanked the two black ribbons until they were perfectly straight. "Leetle master ees young."

"K-know", the CEO choked.

"Where ees patience sir? Where!"

He tapped her wrist, conceding to the greater might of her will. She released him and smoothed her apron primly. "You go tonight. Olga knows why leetle master not follow." She cut her hand through the air. "Steel not easy for heem. You go make sorry."

Kaiba squared his shoulders and glared down his nose at the masculine woman. "Assist Jonouchi with his dressings. I shall return."

She gave a rather mocking bow as he exited.

The blonde gaped at her while she snubbed her nose. "That how you do eet", she huffed. The maid turned back to him. "Now, darlink", she purred. Genuine fear trickled down Jou's spine.

_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_

Seto cleared his throat and knocked on the white door with a single knuckle. "Mok? I know you're in there."

No answer.

He nudged the door open anyways. Mokuba was sitting on the bed, hugging his knees and doing his best to stifle his sniffles. "W-what", he hiccuped "What are you still doing here?" The child dragged a wrist over his eyes, his chin crinkling as he tried to regain some composure.

Seto took a step.

"Don't come in."

"Mok…"

"Don't! I'm sorry for not hearing you. I'm sorry for crying. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Now, go away", the child wailed.

Seto was across the room in two strides, wrapping his little brother in a tight hug.

"N-no…y-y-your tu-x…"

"My tux will be fine." Seto's arms tightened until Mokuba stopped shaking. "I won't hurt you", he murmured. "I won't and no one else will either. I'll protect you. Jou will. And…Olga."

The ravenette drew back with a husky snort of laughter. "She's scarier than you guys."

"Damn right", Seto muttered. He cupped Mokuba's hot cheek and rubbed some tears away with his thumb. "Come now, stop this. Gozaburo can't hurt you ever again."

Mokuba's lip trembled. He scrunched his eyes closed and locked his jaw, nodding. Seto passed him a tissue, waiting politely while his little brother's honks filled the silence of the room with the beginning noises of resolution.

"I shouldn't have yelled. I'm sorry."

Mokuba scooted over and buried his face in Seto's neck. "It's ok. I'm getting older now. I shouldn't still be so scared."

Seto's hand rubbed soothing circles against his sibling's back. The child wrung his hands. "Are you sure I can't come?"

Face set, the CEO nodded. "I'm sure."

"Why did you even bring me then?" Mokuba pouted.

Kaiba scowled, his normally glacial eyes swimming with amusement. "Feeling better are you?" He ruffled the boy's inky strands. "I brought you for Jou's sake, remember? Behave now." He squeezed Mokuba's arm. "Please." The younger sibling looked away. Grasping at straws, Seto said, "We'll bring you back treats?"

"…champagne?"

Kaiba glared but it was belied by a sharp smirk. "Your negotiation skills are developing just fine I see." Mokuba puffed his chest with pride. "Fine. Stay here with Olga and you can have a sip."

"Eclairs too."

The brunette nodded then rose from the bed. "I want you to have supper now then a bath and bed." Mokuba painted his face with mutiny. "We'll wake you when we get back."

Pouting his lip, the boy blew a raspberry at his brother's retreating back. When Seto stepped into the softly lit hall, he let his shoulders slump as a heavy sigh escaped.

"Ya so unfair." The leather of his outfit…or lack thereof…creaked as he crossed one of his naked feet over his ankle. The chains clinked with a lyrical quality of their own. A collar adorned his top half, two chains linked on each side of the buckle, looping gracefully under his arms to the silver cuffs around his biceps.

Wrist restraints similar to the ones Jou had worn when they met were the last of his top dressings. The rest of his tanned flesh was exposed as a toned feast that made the CEO's mouth water. The rest of it, well. It was like Jou had been poured into the leather short shorts, they fit so well. More chains tinkled around his hips and hung down just below his thighs.

Kaiba sighed through his nose and shook his head. "I know." His eyes flashed. "But", he snapped, "I'm his brother, the closest thing he has to a father, a sovereign, and protector." Kaiba swept his arm out. "I'm the only thing that stands between Mokuba and a pack of bloodthirsty, money-grubbing elites with a God complex that would eat him alive. It doesn't leave me much room to be a 'friend' too. That's what I bought YOU for."

Jou's barb stuck on his tongue like a thistle. As much as he hated to admit it, he could relate. A lot. Only he'd failed. The blonde glanced down as Kaiba touched his shoulder softly; not like the callous dictator he was painting himself as, but a careful equal. Kaiba steered him down the hall and muttered in his ear, "Just try to stick close. I'll protect you too…for what it's worth."

He hugged himself, unable to look at the CEO who was confusing him beyond belief. I hate him…I hate him…I hate him, I hate…

They stepped into the elevator and the doors closed with a quiet ding. The bellhop remained blessedly stoic in spite of their differing appearance and overt togetherness. When the contraption bottomed out in the lobby, Kaiba sucked his teeth and nudged Jou forward.

The blonde shivered despite the balmy evening. He gasped at the warm weight that draped itself around his shoulders. Wide-eyed, he gaped at Kaiba who stuck a finger in his collar to alleviate the pressure from Olga's knot. Blue locked with amber for not the first, nor the last time that evening. Kaiba's brow rose. "Just wear it", he growled.

Jonouchi allowed himself a blush when Kaiba took his hand and helped him into the gently rocking boat. For once though, he couldn't say he was completely opposed.

_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_

Dartz lounged on the four-poster in Pegasus's private quarters. Outside, Venice glittered like a jewel in the night, abuzz with activity; water sloshed against the side of the buildings as gondolas sluiced up and down the waterways, carrying the foreign scent of old beauty and Italian cooking on the cool breeze that wafted through the open window.

The androgyn squirmed, head thrashing from side to side as he pulled at the restraints forcing him spread-eagle, his body taut and aching. A click sounded in the adjoining room and the torture upped a notch, the vibrator shoved inside him swirling and buzzing.

He choked out a groan around the ball gag. His tongue had gone numb ages ago, he was surprised at how dry it felt despite the ample saliva that dribbled from the corners of his mouth. For a moment his body tingled with life, his milky essence splurting across his stomach. The boy grunted, sweat glittering on his body finer than any diamonds.

Dartz slumped into the lush duvet with a shudder and squeezed his eyes shut. He curled his toes and flexed his fingers, loving and hating the prickly feeling that jabbed at his limbs. It was the fourth time he'd come.

Pegasus strode in and set a small remote on the nightstand.

No mercy.

He smiled down at his prize, reveling in the boy's shallow breathing. The sterling tressed merchant bent and unfastened the gag before he pressed lingering kisses at each corner of the androgyn's mouth. Dartz tried to respond but Pegasus made him seek it out, teasing his tongue with nips.

The slave licked his lips and smirked. "I hope you appreciate the irony here."

With an elegant sweep of his arm, Pegasus regarded the view. "I am a merchant of Venice through and through."

Dartz sighed as a button was pressed and his fetters released. He reached up with a lazy smile as he scratched the bridge of his nose. "That's been killing me for hours."

"Maybe you should learn to behave then. Roll over."

The androgyn shivered and nibbled his inner-cheek but complied as Pegasus came to stand behind him. He yanked the toy from Dartz's body, watching the muscle tense, then quiver, then wink like a hungry infant that'd just had its favorite pacifier stolen. Dartz cried out, ass still in the air while he sagged against the pillows. He'd come again. "Mmh…"

"Go get yourself cleaned up. We leave in forty five minutes."

Dartz shot him a sarcastic salute then rose on wobbly legs to pad to the bathroom.

Pegasus watched him go, not looking away for a few minutes even after the door clicked shut. Despite how he dominated their sex, for some reason he couldn't quite qualify, the merchant showed a rare, soft side of himself to Dartz alone that most believed was non-existent because the boy was a kindred spirit.

Dartz's eyes were cold and hot, shimmering with tears and lust and a delicious pain that only Pegasus could soothe. Green, so like polluted ice that stole life itself, was softened by the amber yellow that made his sordid imperfection, his unmatching inadequacy something impossible to look away from.

_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_

"If anything happens…"

"Atem", Yugi tried again. "I'll be alright."

"No aibou." The prince hooked his elbow and steered the smaller boy off to the side. "I may not have purchased from him before, but I know how this whole thing works. How Pegasus works." He led Yugi's chin up until their eyes locked. "Don't take anything from anyone. Don't let them bully you. If anyone—"

"Atem…"

"—you tell them you're under the pharaoh's protection. And— "

"Atem!"

The taller trinette blinked. "What is it?"

Yugi's lips quirked with a tremulous smile. "You sound like grandpa."

Atem's nervous expression fell as he chuckled and ran a hand down his face. He cocked his hip and fiddled with one of the many dangling chains on Yugi's outfit while appraising his pet. "I am unsure if I need to apologize or take that like a compliment."

Warmth tingled in Yugi. He laced his fingers over his naked stomach as if trying to hide it and smiled. "It's a compliment", he said. "I promise not to take candy from strangers and I may not look it but I can take care of myself."

The prince's dark expression returned. "Indeed…"

"We have to go or you'll be late."

Both boys glanced up at the entrance. The building was untitled but it was clear to any outsider by the aristocracy filing inside that some event was being held there.

Atem turned back to his prize. I don't want to do this, he wanted to say. Let's leave, he wanted to say. But as the heir to his legacy, the prince turned and offered Yugi his elbow. He pasted a regal smile on his face, despite knowing what the evening's agenda entailed.

I'm not done yet! ^-^ Double post for your patience my lovelies! I don't know if I've expressed this yet or not but I'll do an overhaul once this is all done for typos and dialogue inconsistencies and such. Little typos will be caught and corrected in the meantime. Thanks for stickin' with it~!

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