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Before Repentance	By : Suya Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > General Views: 1243 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Before Repentance
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Summary:Before friendship, there first must be trust. And before trust, there must first be repentance. Some things are not so easily forgiven. Joey x Duke.
Author�s notes: Joey x Duke. Some elements of non-con. Dark, sex. You�ve been warned. Also, consider this a warning also: I suck at sex scenes. But that�s ok, because I write because it�s fun, not because I�m Shakespeare � although we both have the interesting habit of making up words and not really giving a damn about using them.
Before Repentance.
It haunted them both, if not in different ways. Duke could see it sometimes in the eyes of his new friends; comradely tainted with wariness for Duke�s occasionally vicious brand of �humour�. It was almost amusing to watch Tristan laugh at one of Duke�s jokes or more innocent antics, only to cut off mid-gwuffle as he remembered when his best friend had been on the receiving end of one of Duke�s more humiliating moments of revenge. It was almost amusing how Yami would suddenly appear, dark warning clouding vivid eyes, if Duke ever taunted or teased Joey in the slightest way. And it was almost amusing how paper-thin fragile Tea�s patience was for him, considering that she had the ability to tolerate the rest of the insane group so well.
Almost amusing, in a �ha-ha you really are going to end up in hell, because even your friends don�t even like you all that much� kind of way.
For Joey, it was slightly different. The odd glances he got were rarely from his friends � just everyone else. Students. The media. Random strangers on the street. His humiliation had been total and complete, and very, VERY public. Dog Boy. Mutt. Bitch. All of a sudden, it seemed that Kaiba no longer was the sole owner of the rights to annoying dog insults. Joey was of the opinion that even Kaiba was pissed off about the fact that everyone has turned Joey into their personal kick-dog, as suddenly Kaiba�s insults were neither original nor clever.
Not that they had really ever been either in the first place.
Individually, there were issues. Ones that were never discussed, rarely even acknowledged if it could be helped. Rather obviously, Joey had more problems ignoring the issue than Duke, although the taunts that were a constant companion for Joey were not quite as harsh as some of the comments Duke received from those who happened to think the whole thing had been rather sick � not that such comments were anywhere near as frequent as the ones Joey had to put up with.
As a pair who were supposed to be �kind of� friends, there were issues, as well. Duke�s deepening friendship with Tristan and the others was dependant purely on whether he and Joey could get along on more than a superficial level, and THAT depended completely on Joey and his ability to move past what had happened.
Which he couldn�t. Even though he had tried. Subconsciously, Joey knew that Duke was a decent enough person who was actually quite funny when one got to know him. He also knew that Duke was sorry, and regretted what had happened.
But knowing only meant so much. There was a barrier between them that had been forged in humiliation that neither could break down � neither knew how.
When the thought eventually came to Duke, he wondered exactly why it had taken him so long to figure it out. It was simply really, when one looked at it with an analytical and unclouded mind. Before friendship, there had to be trust. Before thrust, there had to be repentance. And befreperepentance, both players had to start on equal footing.
Revenge for one. Retribution for the other.
For the first time since the whole sordid mess had started, Duke threw the ball into Joey�s court.

***

It excited him.
Joey knew to think in such a way was terrible, and there was a part of him that was horrified by it. After all, Joey Wheeler thought humiliating others was a bad thing, and stood up against those who dared cross such a line.
At least, the new Joey Wheeler did.
Perhaps that was why the thought excited him. It was the streets that had taught him the concept of �an eye for an eye�, a lesson that had been curbed when he�d become friends with Yugi, who�d taught him there were betters ways to deal with things � better reasons to fight for. And yet, there was definitely something enticing about what Duke was offering. The utter submission to the humiliation of Joey�s making.
An eye for an eye.
Better reasons to fight for.
Duke, who was always in control. Duke, who always played the perfect hand. Duke, who had made him the laughing stock wherever he went.
Duke, stripped of all of that and completely at someone else�s mercy for once.
Oh yes. Most certainly exciting.
Duke had basically used him as a pawn, just like Kaiba had done back at Duellist Kingdom. Joey had never had the chance to go one up on Kaiba, to pass up the opportunity here would be � well � a waste.
Yugi wouldn�t approve. Hell, Joey doubted even Tristan would approve � not on the level that Duke and Joey were playing this game.
But this wasn�t about them, not this time.
Joey would bide his time, examine the situation, find out Duke�s weaknesses and use them against him.
Just as Duke had done to him.

***
All Duke wanted to do was have a quick shower and then go to sleep. It had been a long day. Summer meant the game shop was open later hours, and school wasn�t exactly co-operating, what with exams in only a few weeks. Shower. Sleep. Shower. Sleep. Maybe he�d bypass the shower altogether.
Wearily, he headed up to his room, flicking on the lights with a sigh as he entered.
�You took your time closing up.�
Well, fuck.
�Hello, Joey.� Duke hid his surprise behind a mask of impassiveness, as he glanced at the boy sitting comfortably on his bed. �How exactly did you get in here?� Joey certainly hadn�t been in the shop downstairs earlier at any stage.
�I have my ways,� Joey replied with a trademark smirk. �You�d be surprised what spending sel yel years in a gang teaches you.� Joey had been in a gang? When? �Anyway, that really isn�t important. I�m sure you�d rather know why I�m here, more than the tricks that got me in here in the first place.�
�I was rather curious.�
�Do you remember the conversation we had a couple of weeks ago? The one about equal footing and all that?� Oh. OH. Duke nodded. �Well, I did a little research, and came up with something I believe might just work.�
�Oh?� Duke asked noncommittally as Joey slowly stood up and made his way over to him.
�Yep. And I must say, Duke. You have a pretty impressive reputation.�
�Really?� Duke responded with �innocence� as one of Joey�s hands began to play with the buttons of his shirt. �And exactly what reputation would that be � I do have several, you know.�
�The one that includes you fucking our science teacher before last weeks assembly,� was Joey�s casual response as Duke�s shirt fell from his shoulders and slid elegantly to the ground.
�That one, huh?� A smirk crept onto Duke�s lips, even as his eyes hardened slightly and his lips took on a tighter appearance. �I�m impressed, Joey. You really have done your homework.�
�Oh, you don�t know the half of it,� Joey growled out before crushing his lips down onto Duke�s. Being slightly shorter served as no disadvantage, as Duke quickly took control of the kiss, leaving Joey to pull away first, practically breathless.
�Revenge through sex. I�d expected something slightly more original from you, Joey,� he mocked, even as he started working on Joey�s belt. �And I suppose the whole school is going to �accidentally� find out that you somehow managed to seduce the almost untouchable but always desired Duke Devlin, receiving the best blow job of your life.� Leather hitting carpet. �Ra nat naturally, you�ll also quite approve of the way you were fucked five ways to Friday, as well � am I right?�
It was almost, Duke thought somewhat detachedly as Joey slowly circled behind him, running a hand slowly down his bare back, as though time had evaporated, and they were both back at the beginning when they first met. Taunts came freely in a way they had not done since that first duel, and they were closer to strangers here than possible friends.
�You�re close,� Joey admitted from his position behind Duke. The hand left his back, trailing down his side and resting briefly on his hip before leaving his body altogether. The lack of contact was only brief, as those same hands then gently took hold of each of Duke�s wrists, pulling them with tenderness behind Duke�s back. �Very close. Although I don�t plan on telling anyone about tonight.� Joey�s words surprised Duke enough that he did not realise his wrists had been bound together until Joey pulled experimentally on the binds. �And I don�t plan on being the one getting fucked.�
Duke stilled, tension seeping into every pore of his body.
�No.� Quietly, firmly. No room at all for argument.
�You now, that was one of the things that came quickly evident when I was doing my research, Duke.� Joey continued on as though he hadn�t heard him. �You had a reputation for sleeping with a select few within the school, which made it surprising to learn how undiscriminating you were when it came to the business men you�ve willingly slept with. The story however was always the same. Duke Devin: A fabulous fuck. But you were always the one who did the fucking, weren�t you?�
�Fuck off, Wheeler.� This time there was not even a hint subtlety in Duke�s iced tone. �If you even think there�s a chance of this going down, you�re more of a fool than I thought werewere.�
�But I�m only playing by the rules you set, Duke.� The sickening sweet tone made Duke frown in utter distaste. �You were the one who said that I could do whatever I wanted. You were the one who said that I could go to whatever lengths I need to so as to � how did you put it? Ah. To banish my demons, I believe were your words. Such pretty words, you�re not telling me now that they were lies, are you?� All promise of gentleness was gone as Joey tugged roughly on Duke�s bonds, pulling him back against Joey�s chest. �You destroyed me, Duke,� Joey whispered harshly into Duke�s left ear. �Do you have any idea what my humiliation cost me? I�ve spent most of my life believing that I don�t deserve to be respected or for people to like me. Bully. Gang member. All round shitty member of society. My father tried to beat that ideal into me, and then I let others brand me in the same way, because I started to believe it myself. Yugi taught me differently, but it was a lesson that took time and that hurt, Duke. It actually hurt to learn first self-respect and then to gain it from others. You have to open yourself up in a way to failure that I�d never done before, and I failed repetitively. But you know what, I did it. I didn�t think it was possible, but I did. And then you came along.�
There was no denying the heatedness of Joey�s words, and despite his usual unwavering confidence in himself, a slimmer of worry began to filter through Duke�s thoughts.
�Then you came along,� Joey said again, still in a hoarse whisper. �And you ripped it all away as though it was nothing, nothing. Not only that, but you did it deliberately, and in a cold, calculatianneanner. You found the best way to make me fall apart, and then used that knowledge against me.� The hurt in Joey�s voice made his tone wobble slightly, and if it had not been for the situation he was in, Duke was sure that the underlying guilt that was �always- there would surely have had blossomed. If it had not been for the situation they were in. �But do you know the worst thing, the absolute worst thing about it all? You didn�t even do it to get at me � you did it to get to Yugi. I was just a pawn. A means to an end. Nothing.� Joey hissed out the last words, his hands suddenly coming up and grasping Duke�s shoulders and spinning him roughly around. He would have stumbled if Joey�s grasp hadn�t been as tight as it was.
Emerald eyes glared defiantly into honey ones, remorse hidden perfectly behind ice.
�Your words, Duke.� Joey finally said, never breaking eye contact. �You were the one who sthatthat nothing would ever be right between us �any of us- until the playing field was levelled. You came to me with the proposition of making you feel the way that I did, that I still do.� Only then did Joey break their gaze, eyes drifting shut momentarily. �I can�t get it back, Duke. I�ve tried and tried, yet it�s always just beyond reach. I�m not talking about what everyone else seems to be thinking about me, that�s notimpoimportant. I can�t find it within me to respect myself anymore. There�s a wall there that every time I try break down, I get lost in memories of losing everything I�d fought so hard to gain. There�s no confidence, no self-trust. No feeling that I have control over my own life, anymore.� For a moment, it was almost as though Joey was suddenlyadinading with him to understand. �This was your idea, Duke. Your solution. If you really meant what you said, then you are the one with no choice, here.� The cocky smile returned to Joey�s lips. �Now, what was that you were saying earlier about a blow job?�
The hands on his shoulders pushed down with slight force, not enough to move him, but certainly enough to be more than a simple hint. Joey�s intent was written in every line on his face, as was the reasons why. For a long, flickering moment, Duke remained still, before slowly, slowly dropping down to his knees.

*

Triumph is a funny thing. Joey certainly felt it as Duke silently unzipped his jeans before sliding them down long, almost gangly legs, white boxers soon following, but that triumph was tainted by something else, as well. It wasn�t guilt, which should have surprised him, yet didn�t. Maybe it was the edge of potentiaosurosure, the promise of an end that suited Joey very much. Or perhaps, he thought slightly sardonically as Duke took him in his mouth, that taint was nothing other than pure lust.
Duke had always appeared to be perfectly brilliant at everything that he did. It shouldn�t have surprised Joey then that, even with his arms bound behind him, Duke was very, very good at sucking cock. >
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Not that Duke didn�t practise it enough to be an expert at it. It had turned out after all that even though Duke was very, very selective when it came to who his non-business sleeping nersners were, he was still very much a slut. Head Boy. Head girl. The gorgeous exchange student who had been a virgin. Said exchange student�s equally gorgeous brother. The handsome substitute teacher who sometimes took their math�s class.
All thoughts scattered as Duke did *something* with his teeth, electing a loud moan from Joey as he chose that moment to thrust deeply into the kneeling boy�s mouth. A chuckle escaped from Joey as Duke seemed to take it all in his stride, readjusting with obviously well practised ease. Oh yes, definitely a slut, selective or no.
Long fingers curled tightly in dark hair as Joey began to thrust more continuously, the moans coming frequently. An almost feral growl ripped itself from his throat as he felt Duke�s nose brush against the base of his cock, and with one last thrust, he was buried completely within the other�s velveteen mouth. He only meant to glance down briefly, but found himself enchanted by the site of Duke�s pretty green eyes hidden beneath lowered lashes, his mouth still seemingly to remain delicately pouty as it swallowed Joey even deeper. But as Joey felt himself start to lose control and thrust faster and harder, he recognised something else in the way Duke held himself, as well.
Defiance. Anger. Control.
Joey had to force himself to do what he did next, his body protesting as he pulled himself away from Duke, the sudden movement sending Duke sprawling backwards onto the floor. Joey grinned through harsh breaths at the look on Duke�s face that could be described only as �pd�. d�.
�I think it�s about time we moved this to your bed, hmm?� He practically purred, his grin growing as a brief flush of anger coloured Duke�s face before fading quickly behind a mask of cold disinterest. Joey took several steps towards the bed, before looking back at Duke with impatience. �Well?�
�While I would absolutely love to be doing your every bidding right about now,� Duke responded, his voice dripping with sarcasm. �You seem to have forgotten one little detail.� Duke was glaring at him as though there was not anyone in the world with less brain cells, and through his own anger, it took several moments for Joey to catch on.
�Aw, poor little Dukey-boy. All tied up and nowhere to go.� Joey laughed at the withering glance he got as a result of his taunt, before leaning down and grasping Duke underneath his elbow and bringing him to his feet. In the same motion, Joey propelled him towards the bed, watching with an almost gleeful delight as Duke stumbled the few feet before crashing down hard on the edge of the bed. If Duke had been angry before, he was downright enraged, now.
Which suited Joey just fine. For the moment.
�Why the fuck did-� Duke�s angry torrid was cut short as Joey quickly crossed the room, silencing him with a bruising kiss as he lowered himself down into a practically straddling situation where Duke sat on the edge of the bed. For a second, Joey wondered if Duke would attempt to push him off, but then Duke parted his lips, allowing Joey better access to his mouth. It was an almost dizzy feeling to taste his own pre-cum within Duke�s mouth, and he savoured the flavour as he first ravished that mouth, and then was ravished in return. Joey was far from being a virgin when it came to either sex, but he�d be damned if any of his lovers had ever been as good or as enticing as Duke was. In a completely unJoey like moment, he pouted when Duke pulled back, but it turned out that Duke was only intending to use those moist lips elsewhere, as Joey was soon to find out. He tilted his head to the side as Duke rained kisses across his jaw and then down his neck, stopping to suck gently at the hollow at his neck before slowly making his way back upwards.
�You know,� Duke whispered in such a seductive fashion into Joey�s ear that he felt himself harden impossibly more. �I�m so much better at this when I can use my hands.� One bite down on his ear lobe later and the rope was gone, flung hazardously over the far corner of the headboard at the other end of the bed. Just as quickly Joey found himself on his back on the bed, Duke�s lips locked hungrily on his again. It was with surprise that he noticed moments later that his shirt had been removed, but that thought was forgotten the moment Duke took advantage of that fact, lowering himself so as to be able to suck on Joey�s left nipple. Joey let out an undignified yelp as one of Duke�s newly free hands worked its way down to his erection, slowly pumping him in time to his agonising teasing sucks.
�You certainly seem to be enjoying this,� Duke said with a sultry smile as he looked up at Joey, who could only glare half-heartedly in return. Cocky bastard. Joey didn�t complain however as Duke moved down lower, much lower, gently taking each of his balls in his mouth in turn. Fuck. He could swear that Duke was humming. Either way, he arched slightly in response, enticing a chuckle from Duke as he gave one last suck, before crawling back up, leisurely kissing Joey once again.
�There�s just one thing wrong about all of this, isn�t there, Joey?� The warm question was unexpected, and surprised Joey slightly. �I seem to be far too overdressed for all of this. Could you possibly do something about that?�
Ah, how could he forget? Duke still had a pesky pair of black jeans on.
In a rather undignified display, over eager hands took far too long working on ridding Duke of his second to last layer of clothing � or last, as it turned out, as it appeared that Duke preferred to go �sans-underwear�. Brilliant green eyes danced with laughter as Joey muttered something darkly under his breath, before Duke leaned down and kissed him roughly.
�Much better,� came Duke�s husky response when Joey finally succeeded, before rocking against him. There was no layer of clothes between them this time, and Joey had to bite down hard to keep from groaning as he felt Duke�s penis against his own. Slowly, tauntingly, Duke punctuated each rock of his body with a lingering kiss, andfeltfelt as though this could perhaps be heaven. He did groan when Duke stopped, and it was only then that he realised he�d let his eyes drift closed. Blinking twice, his brows furrowed slightly as he noticed a foreign and out of place expression on Duke�s face, but it was quickly replaced with a slow, wide smile that put Joey more at ease. Leaning down again, Duke pressed another quick kiss to his lips, before bringing his hand up and tracing a finger around Joey�s mouth. When Duke dipped the finger in between slightly parted lips, Joey took up the invitation, pulling the digit into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. Duke pushed the finger in and out a couple of times, before drawing it up to his own lips and suggestively sucking on it himself.
Oh, yeah. Duke was really, really fucking good at this.
�This is what you want, isn�t it Joey?� Duke asked conversationally as he skimmed his hand down Joey�s flat stomach, reaching down lower. �Isn�t this so much fun?� Joey squirmed slightly as that same hand gently parted his legs, before playing around the edge of his entrance. �I mean what could possibly be better than me preparing you, thrusting deep into you,� with those words, Duke slipped his finger into Joey, causing him to arch up with a groan. �Fucking you, making you scream.� In, out. In, out. �You�d like me to add another finger, wouldn�t you Joey? And then maybe another? And then maybe �� Duke drifted off deliberately, before removing his finger completely and kissing Joey, hard.
Very, very good. But not quite good enough.
Joey looped one leg around one of Duke�s, his arms wrapping around the other boy�s shoulders, drawing him closer. Duke�s smile deepened as he allowed himself to be drawn down. Joey smiled back in turn, and that one moment of relaxed security that Duke was feeling was enough. In one fluid movement, Joey flipped them over, grabbing the up until then discarded piece of rope the moment he had settled on top. As Duke swore and struggled against the surprised role reversal, Joey took advantage of the confusion and his strength advantage, and caught Duke�s flaying hands and tied his wrists together once again, but this time around one of the beams in the headboard.
�One finger, two finger, dick.� Joey tuttered, glancing mockingly down at the trapped boy, who was beyond livid. �Really, Du I w I would have thought someone so � well thought of � as you would have a more original system when it came to fucking. How disappointing. Now that we�ve both had a bit fun, lets return to our schedule, shall we?�

*

�Fucking untie me now.� It was not a suggestion, and if Joey knew what was good for him, he would realise that. When all Duke got was a condescending smirk in response, he began to thrash against his bonds and against the body that was holding him down. Both had him trapped too tightly. �You need to lose some weight, Wheeler. You�ve gotten fat.� Again, no visible response that Duke could somehow twist to his advantage.
�Now, now, don�t be petty dear Duke. Not everyone can be as anorexic as you are. Besides, you seemed to be enjoying yourself earlier � what possibly could have changed?� He was being mocked, and Duke did not like it. Choosing not to respond this time, he instead glared back, emerald eyes narrowed. �Oh, don�t tell me that was your not quite so subtle way of trying to retain control of the whole situation, because that really wouldn�t be fair.� Joey shouldn�t have been clever enough to figure that out � he�d used the same method to fool far more intelligent people into thinking he was the submissive one in the past. �That would be cheating, Duke. And cheating is not very nice.�
�Neither is this,� Duke finally spat out, giving his restraints another tug.
�Your rules, Duke.� It was a phrase that Duke was beginning to feel was going to haunt him forever. �And bes, Is, I gave you plenty of opportunities to make a run for it. You could have left anytime up until now, but your pride wouldn�t allow it. You thought you could somehow twist this so I thought I�d got my way, but the whole thing would�ve always been completely on your terms. You thought that you could manipulate silly, stupid Joey enough so you didn�t have to make an embarrassing, half naked dash, or go back on your word.� Duke turned away in disgust as Joey lowered himself enough so that their faces almost touched. �You thought,� and this time, the words came out as a whisper, �that you could maintain ALL of your precious control, even though that is exactly what I�m trying to take away from you.�
�Untie me. Now.� The words were forced through clenched teeth, and his eyes only narrowed further when Joey ignored him, instead choosing to playfully run a hand down Duke�s chest.
�It means a lot to you, doesn�t it Duke? Being in control, I mean?� Duke remained silent as Joey�s wandering hands dipped lower, honey eyes studying him for any form of reaction. �You just can�t stand the thought of not having complete control of a situation. I wonder why. I didn�t need to do research to find out that aspect of your personality, of course.� Joey�s smirk suddenly took on an ugly taint. �I found out that little titbit first hand.�
It was at that moment, with Joey teeth nipping at his neck and a hand resting high on his upper thigh and moving steadily inwards, that Duke realised that this was no longer merely a game that he could manipulate. It was a game he could lose.
�Joey �� He hated the uncharacteristic uncertainty that had crept into his voice, hated the weakness it presented.
�No.� The word came out mumbled, as Joey was currently gently sucking on his neck.
�Joey.� This time the word came out much firmer, to Duke�s approval. Is ens enough of a difference for Joey to pull away slightly and glance down, head tilted to the side. Duke opened and closed his mouth several times, but found that he could not make the words come out. Instead, he shook his head slightly from side to side, pleading instead with his eyes. It was a look few had seen, fewer still had ever been able to resist.
�I need this, Duke. And so do you.� Was Joey�s simple reply, and the words he left unspoken still managed to ring tauntingly in Duke�s ears. Your rules.
Suddenly, small tremors began to ripple through his body, tremors he couldn�t stop or control for the life of him.
Oh god.
He had lost.
He never lost.
He never, ever, ever lost.
But as Joey pushed him down further into the mattress, smothering him with an unwanted kiss while reaching for something on the bedside table just to the left of Duke, He knew that this was going to happen now no matter how much he didn�t want it to.
Your rules.
He couldn�t stop the tremors.
Usually expressionless eyes watched on with a hint of fear as Joey spread the lube � of course it had been lube that Joey had been reaching for � over his fingers, and then lower � Duke couldn�t watch.
�Have you done this before?� Duke simply glared back, although the growing panic in his eyes seemed to dilute any power his glare might have once had. �Let me rephrase that. Unless you want me to believe that you actually get fucked at least three times a day and like it rough and without any sort of preparation, you�ll tell me whether you�ve done this before.�
He�d lost his voice, or maybe it was simply that his heart was blocking any sound from coming out. But Joey was deadly serious, and even though the thought of Joey knowing something so private about him was humiliating, he nodded his head. Once.
�Hmm.� Joey�s response gave away nothing. �With how many people?� No. NO. He was not going to have this discussion with anyone, let alone Joey fucking Wheeler. Upon seeing that Duke wasn�t planning on responding, Joey moved so that his lips brushed lightly against Duke�s ear. �How many, Duke?� It wasn�t so much a demand as a threat.
Your rules.
�Three.� He closed his eyes, unable to meet Joey�s eyes in his defeat.
�You really don�t like this, do you?� Duke�s answering hoarse laugh was tinged with hysteria. �Not just the lack of control, but bottoming in general. It makes me wonder why you agreed to let it happen three times, or whether you ever actually gave any of them permission in the first place.� Duke�s eyes flew open at that, but before he could say anything, Joey had placed a finger firmly over his lips. �Don�t worry, I wasn�t going to ask. This isn�t a confession box, after all.�
They couldn�t possibly be any further from a confession box.
�This will hurt a whole lot less if you relax a bit.� It was the only warning Joey gave, before slowly pushing one of his lube-coated fingers into Duke�s body. Instead of doing as Joey suggested, Duke instantly tensed, and even though he fought to keep his features neutral, the discomfort and distaste clearly showed on his face. It wasn�t painful as such, but it was uncomfortable and an intrusion, and Duke wanted it gone. Soon afterwards it was, but the finger it was joined with when it returned brought a hint of the pain that was to come, and Duke found himself attempting to squirm away even though he knew how useless such an act was. By the time Joey had a third finger in him, Duke�s breathing had become heavy and uneven from a mixture of panic and pain.
This wasn�t going to happen. This couldn�t happen. Desperately, Duke searched his thoughts for anything that could possibly help him, and when a possible route out presented itself, he latched onto it. As Joey slowly began to position himself, raising Duke�s resisting legs so that they sat on either side of Joey�s hips, and began to move in far too close, Duke blurted out one name.
�Yami.�
�Is elsewhere � don�t tell me you wouldn�t have a problem with him fucking you in my place.� Joey looked just a touch pissed off at being interrupted.
�Yami gave you a possible out by agreeing to duel me. Because he won, you didn�t have to be my slave. You have to give me the same way to win my way out of this.� It was a last ditch effort, and both of them knew it.
�You had humiliated me even before Yami challenged you,� Joey bit back, obvious anger evident in his voice for the first time in a while.
�And you don�t think I�m humiliated?�ke qke quietly responded, his entire body tensing up as the tip of Joey�s cock brushed his entrance, before the now familiar shudders returned. �If I succeed at whatever challenge you set, this ends here. If I don�t �� He didn�t want to think about. Not winning meant total submission.
Even frustrated, the idea seemed to interest Joeyhe rhe room was silent for a moment, before Joey seemed to come to a reasonable conclusion.
�Beg.�
What?
�I want you to beg me not to take you.� Joey had obviously seen the confusion on Duke�s face. �Beg, plead. If I cannot take away totally from you your control, I will take your pride.�
Horrified, Duke could only stare up blankly at Joey. He never begged for anything, not even when it could be considered an acceptable route. He never � he � he �
�Please.� It was barely a whisper. �Please don�t do this, Joey.� He felt himself start to shatter. �Please ��
�Please what, Duke?� Joey�s voice was deceptively soft. �What is it that you don�t want me to do?� Duke closed his eyes, feeling tears start to make his lashes heavy.
�Please don�t �� Oh gods. �Please don�t fuck me.�
�Why?�
Why? Why? Whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy?
�Because I hate feeling like this, I hate all of this. Because you were right. I need to be in control, I have to be in control. It hurts too much when I�m not in control ��
�What can you offer me in exchange?� The words were whispered roughly into his ear. �Would you do anything I wanted?�
�Anything.� It came out as a whimper.
�Even say, blow me off whenever I feel like it? Between classes, maybe?�
Duke�s shaking intensified. There was no possible way this could get worse, Joey had seen to that. His humiliation was complete.
�Yes.� Said so quietly that Joey barely heard him, but barely was enough.
�So if I don�t go through with this, the mighty, untouchable Duke Devlin will let me fuck his sweet little mouth when ever I please?�
�Yes. Y~yess.�
�But what if I don�t want that, Duke? After all, I don�t really want to fuck you all that much either � I�m only planning on doing so because it�s the best way to achieve my goal. To be brutally honest, I�m not even attracted to you.�
Not even attracted to him. So this was all � this humiliation � nothing more than a means to an end.
Duke doubted be would ever be able to hate himself more than what he did, right then.
�Anything,� he promised desperately, feeling a pair of tears escape the confinements of his lashes and slowly fall down his cheeks. �Please, Joey. Anything but this. I � I beg you.�
�Duke, open your eyes.� Joey�s voice was soft, yet Duke shook his head, not wanting to see the answer that would surely be shining in honey. �Come on, Duke. It�s ok.� Slowly, fearfully, he did, and ended up looking straight into Joey�s friendly gaze. For a moment Joey jut stared at him, before smiling slightly. �You�re really pretty when you cry.�
And then, before Duke had the chance to digest what Joey had just said, Joey entered him with one swift thrust. The cry that ripped itself from Duke�s throat was barely human, almost a howl. As Joey pulled out slightly before burying himself even deeper with a satisfied grunt, Duke feltselfself shattering, and the tears that had mostly been held back until then fell with unhindered ease.
�God. You might be too bony to be a really good lay, but the fact your so tight almost makes up for that,� Joey groaned, lust darkening his features as he leant down and captured Duke�s lips in a crushing kiss. His thrusting had slowed to almost gentle rocking, and if Duke had not been so lost in his horror, he might have noticed that the pain had lessoned to a more tolerable level as a result. Duke didn�t even attempt to fight back the sobs as Joey began to alternatively suck and nibble on one of his earlobes, or as one of Joey�s hands strayed down and gently began to dance along the length of Duke�s long soft cock.
�Beg me,� Joey demanded roughly into Duke�s ear. Duke was not so far lost in the nightmare to not have a response to that, and he half laughed, half sobbed his response.
�Why? Because it worked so well last time?�
�No, not to stop.� Duke could practically here Joey�s smile. �Beg me to take you harder. Beg me to punish you.�
Duke shifted slightly so he could meet Joey�s eyes with his own hollow ones.
�Why? You don�t need my permission. You can do whatever the fuck you want.� He managed to spit it out bitterly.
�Woof,� Joey simply barked calmly in reply.
Woof.
Duke turned his head away, resting his cheek against the silk sheets beneath him. He could see his dresser from here. His school jacket slu slung over the chair in front of it, slightly crumpled from when he�d been hugged by some random fan girl. His bag would be nearby, as would the science books he needed to study for the test they had tomorrow. He was going to be up all night now, studying for that test �
�Fuck me.� He didn�t bother to turn back towards Joey. �Fuck me hard, Joey.� He wanted to laugh. Long, hysterical laughs. Yet, when he tried to, it came out only as a choked sob. Joey thrust hard, once, before stopping again.
�Like that, Duke?�
�No.� This time he did look up at Joey. �Please, more. Hurt me, Joey. I know you want to.�
He was never going to be able to put himself back together again.
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