Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A Shovel And Some Faith ❯ Prologue

Title: A Shovel And Some Faith - Prologue

Author: WhosJeebus

Rating: NC-17 (and that's putting it mildly)

Word Count: this chapter - 1754 words / total thus far - 1754

Pairing(s): Seto/Joey, other surprise pairings

Beta: Jennie B. (because bad grammar makes the baby Jesus cry)

Spoilers: None

Warnings: Read at your own risk. Seriously. This fic contains situations of a decidedly grotesque nature. If you get squicked, and STILL keep reading, don't blame me for your nightmares. I warned ya. I will say no more. **looks shifty-eyed**

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, and probably never will. Kazuki Takahashi will most likely take a hit out on me if he ever reads this fic.

Summary: Seto's kinks have steadily become more and more extreme, much to Jounouchi's dismay. Has he finally gone TOO far with his latest fetish?

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Prologue:

It had started out deceptively simple. The grudgingly acknowledged mutual attraction had led to touching, and the touching had naturally evolved into sex. The sex had never been clumsy or timid, but Jounouchi and Seto had both felt it was somehow... lacking. Seto had once shyly asked if he could tie him up, and Jou had eagerly agreed to it. It had only escalated from there. Just recently, Seto had become like a man possessed, his passions overpowering his normally stoic reserve and calm demeanor. He spent hours at a time in front of his computer, which was not such a remarkable thing, except for the fact that nothing relating to Kaiba Corp business was getting done. He searched the width and breadth of the Internet for the next new thrill, the penultimate kink that would leave them both breathless and wanting more. Jou basked in the attention and worship he received from his lover and took his pleasure when and where he could find it. Logically, the steps taken to reach this particular moment in time were laid out before him in his memory. The path was easy to follow, the outcome was obvious. But still Jou wondered, when was it that he first began wanting out?

The whips had made him nervous at first, but when wielded by Seto's expert hands, they became just another instrument of desire. Jou's anxiety had melted away into wantonness, but even then, it hadn't been enough to satisfy the CEO's growing obsession. The hot wax, the clamps, the needles, the electricity; it all blurred together in Jou's weary mind. Only the burning hot ember of remembered pleasure mixed with pain remained clear in his memory; it was the one thing that continually drew him back in for more. He'd long ago lost track of the number of close calls they'd had. The worried glances and unasked questions from his friends when they saw his bruises. The midnight calls to Seto's private physician when they were unable to completely staunch the bleeding. The tremulous relief in Seto's eyes that gradually morphed back into a dark, gleaming lust. That look used to turn Jou's knees weak with passion; now it only made him tremble in fear. He was shamelessly addicted to his lover's touch, but he was beginning to think that this unhealthy addiction and dependency would prove to be his downfall.

He turned his head to the side as he felt the cold links of metal chain loop around his neck. Despite the blindfold, he kept his eyes open wide, silently pleading for the removal of the opaque, black cloth. If Seto would only LOOK at him, just once, without the cruel velvet barrier across his eyes, maybe he would see the doubt hidden there - never voiced, but apparent nonetheless. He'd felt a cold stab of fear to his gut the first time these breathplay activities had been proposed, but as always, he was pathetically eager to please his experimental partner. He'd wrongly assumed it would be just another phase that would come and go on a whim - just like all the other games and toys. Jou was never hypocritical enough to tell himself that the result wasn't gratifying. If anything, near asphyxiation had given him some of the most intense orgasms of his life. Seto had explained the science behind it, but Jou had never bothered trying to differentiate between what was true biological reaction and what was simply a panic-heightened sensation occurring in his own mind. He only knew that every time his vision became spotty and began to grey out at the edges, a small part of his brain insisted that THIS would be the time he never woke up. There was thrill enough to be had from this erotic version of terror alone, but overwhelmingly, the terror itself was fast becoming the dominant response. Jou swallowed hard in preparation for what was to come, and swore silently to himself that if he managed to live through this yet again, he would voice his concerns to Seto. Provided he could still speak afterward, that is. Jolted back to reality by strong hands grasping his hips, Jou strained against the leather bindings that secured his wrists behind his back. The hands pulled him further down the length of the huge bed, the chain around his neck tightening as it was stretched taut. He gave an involuntary whimper around the ball gag in his mouth, and felt soothing fingers run through his sweat-soaked hair.

"Shhhh. Be still." Jou felt his cock give a twitch at the whispered command. Seto didn't like him to struggle or move around too much, and although they'd long passed out of their heavy bondage stage, Jou remained well trained. He quieted immediately, allowing only his eyes to dart around beneath the blindfold. The blond's ears rang from the heavy silence permeating the room, his own stressed breathing and pounding heartbeat the only sounds that reverberated in the stillness. Jou fought down the urge to wriggle in an attempt to lessen the pressure on his throat, and nearly made the costly mistake of flinching when the hands returned, forcing his knees up against his heaving chest. Two lubricated fingers penetrated his body once, twice, and then were abruptly removed. He heard a rustling movement and then Seto was arched over him, pushing inside him. Jou felt his entrance stretching painfully, felt the fullness and strength of his lover inside him. His ass burned with the strain of the invasion, the pain exquisite beyond words. Without pausing to allow the other boy time to adjust, Seto began a brutal rhythm, grunting softly under his breath as he pounded into the lithe body below him. Jou clenched and unclenched his tightly fastened fists beneath him in tandem with the brunet's hard thrusts. Frantic hands roamed their way up from under the bound form, reaching around and over his shoulders, digging bruising fingers into the indentation of Jou's collarbone. Seto yanked down firmly, cutting off the smaller boy's air supply as the chain was jerked tight against his windpipe. Jou thrashed his head desperately at the sudden constriction, panic clouding his mind and overruling any previous conditioning. His throat worked soundlessly and he convulsed in pain, arching up and thrusting himself down on Seto's cock. The deeper penetration enabled Seto to batter his prostate with every thrust, and despite the looming horror of suffocation, Jou felt his orgasm rip through him with relentless intensity. Liquid fire burned a path from his abused throat to his cock, completing the circuit within his body. A final half-breath shuddered within his chest before his eyes rolled back in his head and blackness overwhelmed him.

In his lust-fueled fervor, Seto was only dimly aware of Jou's climax and the now lax posture of the boy beneath him. His thrusts became erratic and more animalistic as he abandoned what little control he had left. He threw his head back, eyes closed, and continued his urgent pace, feeling the swell of pleasure as it crested and began to break over his consciousness. The building pressure was almost unbearable, and every muscle in his body became rigid; his hands gripped Jou's narrow shoulders, fingernails drawing blood as he spasmed. The peak of his incredible orgasm seemed to go on forever, and as he released his pent-up passion deep within his lover's body, only a faintly heard snapping sound managed to bring him spiralling back down from his blissful high.

Panting heavily, Seto fell forward over the prone form and reached behind the blond head with shaking fingers to unfasten the gag. He plundered Jou's warm mouth, moaning his approval as the soft lips parted under his assault. He pulled back to catch his breath and murmured in the smaller boy's ear, "That was incredible." He paused, and then gave a satisfied smirk. "God Jou, YOU were incredible." He chuckled softly and propped himself up on weary arms that were still trembling with aftershocks. He gently disengaged his spent member from his lover's body and eased the slender legs back down on the bed. "Jou? Are you still with me?" He shook his head in fond exasperation. This wouldn't be the first time Jounouchi had passed out from a particularly strong orgasm. His lover was fiery, passionate, responsive, and best of all - pliable. He pushed the blindfold up over the blond head and pressed another firm kiss to Jou's ear. "OK Katsuya...time to wake up now. We're far from done for the night. You of all people should kn - " He cut off in mid-sentence as Jou's head lolled across the pillow, coming to rest at an uncomfortable angle. Seto blinked and turned the still form over onto its side. Quickly unfastening the leather restraints from around bruised wrists, he grasped the other boy by the upper arms and gave him a none-too-gentle shake. "This isn't funny, Jou! Cut it out!"

He received no response other than the slow, steady slide of limp flesh falling from his arms. As Seto watched with mounting horror, Jou's head rolled backward, exposing the fresh, livid marks around his throat. Seto realized belatedly that there was nothing natural about the pose. He forced his violently quaking hand up to the other boy's neck and pressed two fingertips against the vital artery located there. He detected no obvious pulse, and briefly fought down the urge to scream in terror and revulsion. He heard a raspy, wheezing noise filling the bedroom and didn't immediately register it as the sound of himself beginning to hyperventilate. Attempting to regain some semblance of control, he leaned close and waited for the gentle rush of air on his face that should accompany Jou's breathing. Again, he found no indication of movement or life from his lover. Seto didn't trust himself not to panic at this point, but still he willed his hand to reach out and hesitantly pull back a pale eyelid. One liquid amber eye, normally sparkling with mirth and life, stared sightlessly at him, pupils dilated. Seto jerked his hand back numbly, letting Jou's body slump from his arms. Curling his long, slender form into a tight ball, he huddled against the inert figure in his bed and allowed his mind to disconnect from the horrific scene unfolding before him. Utterly paralyzed with shock, Kaiba Seto rested his face in both palms and began to rock slowly back and forth.

"Dear God. What have I done?"

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tbc