Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A Shovel And Some Faith ❯ Chapter 4

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A Not-So-Brief Intro:

Well folks. It's that time again. Time for another installment from Sickness and Depravity, Inc., otherwise known as 'my brain'. Everyone's favourite squick fic is back, so take a deep breath and empty your stomach for Chapter 4 of 'Shovel'. BUT, a few little tidbits before we get to the good (now that's a subjective opinion) stuffs...

First off, I'd like to apologize for taking so long in getting this chapter out to everyone. It's a completed fic, so I really have no legitimate excuse other than RL trauma and extreme laziness. Of late, I've also fallen victim to a brand new obsession, and for those of you familiar with 'Gravitation', I'm sure you understand how it can completely take over your life. **sighs dreamily**

So, to make up for my tardiness, we're going to play a little GAME with chapter 4...

Bakura: "Sweet. I like games. Especially games I WIN, if you catch my drift..." **looks menacing**

[Sorry, hon. You don't get to play this time. You already know the inside scoop.]

Bakura: **sharpens knife** "Are you certain that's your FINAL answer?"

[Uh... **sweatdrops** Can we talk about this later?]

Bakura: **smirks** "Sure thing. If you believe you HAVE that long..."

Anyway, the game goes something like this:

I have an extreme love of symbolism and foreshadowing in fics, although I myself am rarely subtle enough to pull off anything fancy or intellectual. Regardless of my shortcomings, I've littered chapter 4 with no less than FOUR obvious (and NOT so obvious) allusions to Jounouchi's impending demise. If you can spot all four, and name them in the reviews section, I'll give you a choice of goodies. Not to spoil the surprise, but I've got a wide variety of prizes to choose from, and this isn't a 'first come, first served' situation. I'll give fun stuffs to each and every one of you who manage to pinpoint all the references.

FYI - This will prove useful in a follow-up 'search and find' thingie I have planned for later chapters, but you should know that the writing of this chapter marked the beginning stages of my "Fullmetal Alchemist" obsession, and you'll find a hint alluding to that as well. Bonus cookies and kudos to those who spot it. This will be valuable practice for the next round of 'Find the Obscure Reference' coming later on in the fic. Happy hunting, and enjoy chapter 4! It's smut-tastic!


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Title: A Shovel And Some Faith - Chapter 4/10

Author: WhosJeebus

Rating: NC-17

Pairing(s): Seto/Jou, other surprise pairings, threesome

Beta: Jennie B. (the B is for Bootylicious!)

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?

Author's Notes: Review responses are back! They're at the end as usual...


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Chapter 4:

(Saturday Evening)


"I want you to tie me up again."

Seto jerked awake and looked around frantically. The sultry whisper had come from right beside him, a rush of warm air had seemed to accompany the breathy words. Though his ear still tingled from the sensation, he belatedly realized that he was alone. He released a nervous laugh that echoed in the dark stillness of his bedroom, and shivered involuntarily at the shrill sound. As reality relentlessly came crashing down on him again, he rolled over and buried his face in the cool pillow. No light penetrated the heavy drapes that shrouded his windows, and the skylight above the bed was muted with evening's shadows. He could easily pretend it was the previous night, and tell himself that he was merely lying here anticipating his lover's arrival. Perhaps he had dreamed it all? Perhaps the horror of Jounouchi's death and Seto's own grim resolution weren't even REAL? He clung desperately to the idea, as though he were a drowning man clutching at a receding lifeline. Blinking, he looked down at himself and then glanced at the digital projection clock on his bedside table. He should probably get dressed -- Jou would be here any time now. He smirked to himself. Why bother? He'd only be taking his clothes right back off again within a matter of moments after the blond's arrival. The house was utterly deserted, and he paused briefly to consider Jou's reaction if he were to answer the door stark naked... That would definitely throw him off balance, Seto reasoned. Despite their daring activities and their lengthy "relationship", Seto still took an immense amount of delight in the disproportionate embarrassment he was still able to engender in the uncharacteristically shy boy. And he had learned from experience that a flustered puppy was a very PLIABLE puppy. The prospect was deliciously tantalizing, and would most likely have the desired effect on his intended victim. Jounouchi had seemed a little recalcitrant lately, and there were a few new things that Seto was eager to try...

Laughter bubbled up in his throat once again, and Seto clamped a hand over his mouth to hold it back. He bit down sharply on one knuckle until his eyes watered, steadily bringing his hysteria back under control. He was shocked and dismayed at his own capacity for self delusion, and frightened by how easily he had slipped into the role his mind wanted him to play. He had always sneered upon those who subscribed to the "ignore the problem and it will go away" school of thought, never realizing how powerful the siren's call of denial could be. He had SO much to do at the moment, SO much that would be demanded from him over the coming days, how could he allow himself to escape into fantasy now? His mind re-evaluated this concept and he wondered what else could he possibly be doing right this moment that would make ANY difference? His plan required patience and subtlety; he couldn't simply leap up and rush into anything without careful research and preparation. What would be the harm in indulging his wayward imagination a bit? After all, the reality of his "arrangement" with Jounouchi had been just as thrilling as any fantasy he might have come up with some lonely night before the two of them had acknowledged their mutual attraction. Seto turned back over on his back, resting one arm beneath his head and trailing the fingertips of his other hand lightly down his torso. He drew in a shuddering breath as he ghosted a touch over his growing arousal, thinking back to a day more than six months ago; a day that had brought both pleasant and dark revelations with it:

Seto sat low in his car, hidden behind tinted windows and sunglasses as he stealthily observed the two boys across the street. Jounouchi Katsuya stood on the sidewalk, flailing his hands animatedly, gesturing at the heavy bookbag he carried on his back. He made a pained face as he turned toward Domino High School, waving his arms and grimacing dramatically. Mutou Yugi stopped walking beside Jou just long enough to double over briefly in laughter at his friend's antics. From this distance it was hard to tell, but Seto thought he detected a gleam of mischief in the smaller boy's eyes. And maybe something else as well... Jounouchi didn't seem privy to the joke however, as his gestures became wilder and he scrubbed his fingers through his hair repeatedly in agitation. Still chuckling, Yugi stepped in front of the blond, indicating that he should bend over slightly. As Yugi whispered in the other teen's ear, Seto determined that his rival was standing entirely TOO close to Jou, and making a good deal of unnecessary contact with the taller boy's all-too-tempting body. Seto growled, drumming his fingers on the Porsche's stickshift and struggling to maintain his aloof demeanor in the presence of perceived competition. Jou was oblivious to the effect he had on other people, and if Mutou really WAS trying to put the moves on him, the mutt wouldn't realize it until he'd been clubbed over the head and dragged off to Yugi's cave, so to speak. Seto frowned in contemplation. Was he actually becoming jealous over Jounouchi, or was it due more to the fact that it was Seto's own nemesis who was possibly vying for his puppy's affections? Seto snorted. He knew he had nothing to worry about, and it was apparent that the diminutive Yugi was no competition for him in that particular arena. Seto deliberately ignored the fact that such feelings of inadequacy were new and decidedly unwelcome experiences that had waltzed into his life around the same time as Yugi himself.

Returning his attention to scene unfolding on the other side of the intersection, Seto observed Jou straighten abruptly, pretending to be scandalized by whatever the smaller boy had whispered in his ear. He gave a playful swat at his friend before allowing himself to be embraced tightly. Yugi pulled away first, waving cheerfully and scampering around the next corner as Jou rucked his bag back up over his shoulder, staggering a bit under the weight. As he turned to head off in the opposite direction, Seto gunned the Porsche's engine, shifting gears quickly and peeling out into traffic with a loud squeal of tires. Ignoring various shouted curses and a loud chorus of angry car horns, he whipped the sleek black vehicle across several lanes, maneuvering expertly until he came to a screeching halt directly before a startled Jounouchi. With two wheels resting firmly on the sidewalk, mere inches from the blond, Seto removed his sunglasses and sat back to observe the other's reaction. He wasn't disappointed. Jou had instinctively leapt away from the apparent runaway automobile and managed to trip over his own two feet in his backwards rush to safety. He frantically pinwheeled his arms for balance, but the bulky backpack slung over his shoulders proved to be his undoing. All he managed to do was prolong the moment right before he landed on his rear, hitting the hard concrete with a thud and a muttered swear. Laughing, Seto leaned over the passenger seat and tugged at the door handle, swinging it open for Jou.

"Jesus, Kaiba! What's the big idea?" Jounouchi stood back up, rubbing his injured rump and glaring daggers at the other boy. "Are you TRYING to kill me?"

"Shut up and get IN, Mutt."

Jou shot a cautious look over his shoulder as he tossed his bookbag in the back of the car and climbed in. "Cuttin' it a little close ain't ya? Yug' could have seen you, ya know..." He slammed the door hard, rattling the windows but getting no discernible reaction from the amused driver. "I said I'd be over later anyways, what's your hurry?"

Seto merged carefully back into the flow of traffic and came to a smooth stop at the next red light. He turned his head to the side and regarded Jounouchi with a smoldering smirk. "I decided I was tired of waiting." He reached over, grasping the back of Jou's head and pulling him into a rough kiss. Tongues and teeth battled for dominance several long moments after the light turned green and the sound of impatient car horns shattered the waiting silence. Without breaking contact, Jou extended his middle finger up through the Porsche's sun roof, letting the world at large know EXACTLY how he felt about this inconsiderate and untimely interruption. Seto finally pulled back, panting lightly and licking his lips, a thoroughly smug and satisfied expression firmly in place on his handsome face. He grasped the gearshift, yanking hard while simultaneously pressing steadily on the gas, and the Porsche was once more propelled into the rushing stream of cars, accompanied by the squeal of smoking rubber. Jou was unceremoniously flung against the leather seat in a tangle of awkward limbs.

"Shizuka is a better driver than YOU are, ya big jerk!" Jounouchi made a grand show of rearranging his clothing and hair, huffing indignantly the entire while. Sneaking a glance over at Seto, he surreptitiously adjusted the crotch of his jeans with a sigh as he settled into the seat more comfortably. "So where we goin' this time? Hotel? Your place? Kaiba Corp?" He frowned slightly, and turned sideways to address the brunet. "If it's all the same to you, I'd rather NOT do it in your office again." Seto's eyes shifted slightly, and Jou took this as a demand for further elaboration. "Yeah, the penthouse view's great and all -- well, what I can see of it from over your desk anyways, but I'm pretty sure that your secretary heard us this last time. She kept givin' me the stink-eye on the way out." Jou paused, deep in thought for a moment. "And if you INSIST on a hotel suite, how's about we try a different one instead of shackin' up at the Four Seasons again, whaddya say?" Again, Seto gave only a minute indication that he was still listening and suddenly Jou's words were tumbling over themselves. He smirked faintly. It seemed he already had his puppy well trained. "OK, look. The berber carpet they have there is hell on my knees and I STILL haven't completely recovered from the rug burn!" Jou flushed crimson as Seto turned to pin him with an incredulous stare.

"You regularly allow me to pummel your ass raw with a wooden paddle and you're complaining about CARPET BURN?" He laughed, richly amused at Jou's odd priorities and the fact that his puppy was still consistently shy and awkward when it came to discussing their various "activities."

Jou's complexion darkened to an even deeper red as he mumbled, "Well, when you put it THAT way -- "

"I thought we'd do it here."

Jou blinked. "Here as in right HERE? In the middle of traffic?"

Seto swiftly maneuvered the black sports car into a narrow alleyway on the right. Bright afternoon sunlight scarcely penetrated into the gloom between the tightly packed buildings, and there was no trace of movement other than various bits of debris and litter stirring in the breeze.

"More like HERE, actually."

Jounouchi flashed Seto an admiring grin. "You're depraved."

The brunet only smirked wider and reached across the console to begin unfastening Jou's jeans.

"Oh, so that smirk is all the foreplay I'm gettin'?"

"It's been a whole week, Mutt. I'm literally about to burst so I hope you don't mind limping for the remainder of the weekend."

"When have I EVER minded?"

Seto deftly popped Jou's button fly with one hand and shoved purposefully at the blond's t-shirt with the other. "What are you doing out of uniform? Did you cut class again?"

"Just the last one. Got caught too." Jou grimaced at the unfairness of it all as Seto busily cursed the fastenings on his own garments. "That jerkmonkey Arakawa stuck me in detention all next week for it."

"Serves you right, " Seto admonished, shrugging out of his uniform jacket and tossing it haphazardly to the floor. "Maybe I can help clear up the "unfortunate misunderstanding" if you're willing to make it worth my while..." A sharklike grin began to spread slowly over his face.

Jou's eyebrows shot up into his hairline at the suggestion. "A little quid pro quo, huh? I think I can handle that."

"God, it makes me hot when you spout Latin. Even though I know you haven't the faintest idea what it means..." Jou opened his mouth to protest this insult, but Seto was suddenly overtop him, reaching down and pushing the automatic button that reclined the passenger seat. "Get those pants down and turn over. Hurry."

"Ever the romantic, I see." Jou started to lift his shirt over his head but Seto's hand on his wrist stopped him.

"No time time for that. Jeans, Jounouchi! Now!" Reaching into his own pants to free his throbbing erection, Seto fumbled his other hand around in the open console, searching for lube. When he emerged successful, he stuck the tube between his teeth and dedicated his free hand to divesting Jou of his pants. The other boy was going about it far too slowly for his tastes. He growled low in his throat as he yanked determinedly at the stubborn denim, perplexed as to why the vexing fabric continued attempting to conceal his prize.

"Ow! Quit tuggin' so hard! You're gonna take somethin' valuable with you there!" With a bit of effort on both their parts, they managed to get the troublesome pants down around Jou's ankles as Seto brusquely shoved his own trousers down just far enough to enable ease of movement. Seto nudged Jounouchi's side impatiently and the smaller boy flipped over onto his stomach in one quick, fluid motion. It never ceased to amaze Seto that his lover's gangly limbs and two left feet could instantaneously become grace in motion where sex was concerned. As Jounouchi levered himself up onto his knees, Seto reached down, caressing the other boy's smooth thighs as he pried them further apart, spreading them over the narrow leather seat. He quickly palmed the small tube of lubricant and flipped open the cap with his thumbnail.

"Watch the emergency brake, Pup."

"Ungh. NOW you tell me. You are SO gonna shell out the big bucks to have my kneecap reattached, Moneybags."

Seto chuckled -- a deep, sexy sound that sent shivers up the back of Jou's spine. "I'm sure it will be well worth any exorbitant doctor's bill. Only best vet for MY puppy." Jounouchi's answering growl caught in his throat as Seto ran his hands over the firm backside before him, gripping handfuls of flesh and kneading them harshly with his fingers. "I've been thinking about this all week long..." He leaned over the prone form, sinking his teeth into Jounouchi's shoulder and receiving a pleasured moan for his efforts. Seto pressed his face into soft, golden locks and gently traced the shell of one ear with his tongue. "I'm not going to prepare you," he whispered, thrilling to the sound of the blond's throaty groan. Seto slicked his painfully aroused member impatiently, jerking slightly as the cool substance made contact with his heated flesh. "It's going to hurt like hell. You should LOVE it."

"Just stop talkin' about it and FUCK me already!" Jou's legs trembled in anticipation, feeling as though his thighs might collapse under him at any moment from sheer tension alone. He received a half second's warning as something blunt and wet brushed across his entrance and then he was lurching forward, gripping the seat's headrest as a loud, strangled yell was forced from his lips."Ask and ye shall receive," he though deliriously as Kaiba buried himself to the hilt in one smooth, fast plunge. Jounouchi closed his eyes and clenched his fists tightly, willing his body to adjust to the pain of the intrusion, no small part of him thrilling shamefully at the burning discomfort.

Seto paused there for a long moment, amusing himself with Jounouchi's agitated squirming. At last, a muffled, "Well?" spurred him to further action. He leaned forward, holding Jounouchi in place with his body weight and a firm grip on the blond's narrow hips. Seto pulled out slowly before pushing in again much more quickly, listening intently as the noises Jounouchi made changed subtly from pained, to pleasured, to needy. He drew almost as much pleasure from the mutt's reactions as he did from his body. Jounouchi was almost unbearably tight, and Seto soon found himself struggling to keep his gaze focused. He increased his pace significantly, gasping slightly and pressing his teeth firmly together.
Jounouchi bucked backwards against the pressure of Kaiba's thrusts, keening lightly and shaking, fingers digging indentations into the leather upholstery. A string of happy curses flew from his lips as he fought to have SOME control, to measure the pace. The brunet would have none of it however, as he held Jou's hips tightly in his grasp, stroking in and out of him in long, fast stabs, denying his lover any control over the speed of penetration. Jou found he no longer had the voice to object as he choked down his own gasps of pleasure. Each time Kaiba moved, Jou's erection rubbed against the seat below, teasing him with the friction as his release built slowly, reaching a blinding peak.
"You realize this is just to take the edge off, don't you Katsuya? I can't WAIT to tie you up again when we get back to the mansion."
Jou made no reply, merely gruntled softly in time to the other boy's rapid thrusts, lost in a swirl of fevered pleasure. He vaguely registered hearing something about being tied up, and a dim recollection of cornering Kaiba at his locker earlier that day, and whispering a breathless request floated past his consciousness. All remembrance was lost however, as Kaiba spoke again and Jounouchi became aware of a new, and rather unpleasant sensation.
"Oh, and there's just ONE more thing..." Seto reached into the console and withdrew a large, silver metal ring, deftly slipping it over Jou's erection and clamping it tightly around his balls with one agile hand.
"What the -- ?"
"I'm afraid that you don't get to come just yet, Mutt."
"You sadistic BASTARD!" Jou screeched, furious at this cruel denial.
Kaiba laughed delightedly at his lover's discomfiture, and began pounding harder into the willing body beneath him. Jou's whimpers and curses were no longer even remotely pleasured sounding, and the brunet took perverse satisfaction in thwarting the other boy's release. Long, elegant fingers dug bruises into pale flesh as Seto leaned forward, biting the back of Jounouchi's neck fiercely -- overcome with an irresistible, feral urge as his orgasm swept him under with relentless intensity. He came with a sated groan, spilling himself deep within Jou's bowels and tiredly sagging against the slight form below. Sandwiched between the larger boy's body and the passenger seat, Jounouchi released his pent up breath in a rush of air, wincing as Seto heaved himself up on shuddering arms to pull out abruptly from Jou's body.

Seto gracefully eased himself back over into the driver's position, simultaneously zipping his pants and retrieving his discarded uniform jacket. Within a matter of seconds, the chestnut hair was smoothed back into place and, certainly not for the first time, Jounouchi marvelled at his lover's swift transformation. He grudgingly admitted that Kaiba was a true master at conveying a calm, collected demeanor, even mere moments after engaging in a hurried, sweaty tryst -- in a CAR, no less... Jou tried to imagine the picture his own appearance must present: slumped over, straddling the Porche's seat with his ass still in the air, semen running down the back of his thighs and one VERY unfulfilled erection sitting up and begging for attention. He looked and felt thoroughly debauched. Embarrassed and aroused at this mental image, he pressed his flushed face into the seatback and whined, "Well, at least I didn't ruin the leather." Reflecting on this statement for the space of a heartbeat or two, Jou lifted his head and gave Kaiba a dirty look. "This is because you're still pissed about the Ferrari, isn't it?"

Seto didn't bother to reply to Jou's accusation. He lifted an eyebrow as he gazed blandly out the tinted windshield. "Sit up and put your seatbelt on, Mutt."

"I can't sit," Jounouchi muttered. "You went all out on my ass and now it hurts too much! Not to mention the agony of my poor dick..." An idea occurred to him then. "You'd better let me have dibs on the hot tub when we get to your place. I'm SO gonna need it."

Seto sighed in exasperation and turned to face the other boy with a serious expression. "PLEASE buckle up, Katsuya. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you, after all."

Rolling over and sitting up gingerly, Jou fumbled for the switch to raise his seat. He gazed into Kaiba's devastatingly intense blue eyes and said casually, "I didn't know you cared, Moneybags." He fervently prayed that the statement came out sounding more sarcastic than hopeful. It wouldn't do to have that snide bastard know how he TRULY felt...

That familiar smirk was back with a vengeance, and Jou inwardly cringed, dreading the scorn that was sure to follow. "I DON'T care. The last thing I need right now is skyrocketing insurance premiums. Not to mention the press coverage an involuntary vehicular manslaughter charge would inevitably generate. Now clean yourself up and fasten your god-damned seatbelt before I come back over there and throttle you with it."

"Damn Kaiba, you're all heart." Jou carefully slipped his erection back inside his jeans, pausing to lightly touch the silver ring with mingled awe and loathing on his face. He tidied his clothing and hair as best he could before settling in and clicking his safety belt into place. He squirmed about in his seat for about thirty more seconds before realizing that finding a comfortable position was futile. He sighed in resignation. "Ready when you are."

The drive to the Kaiba mansion was mostly silent and uneventful, as Jou busied his racing mind with replaying the past hour over and over again in his head. Why did he always allow Kaiba to get the better of him? Why did he enjoy it so much? Why was he falling so hard? He rested his head against the cool glass and closed his eyes. His adolescent hormones were still raging unchecked, and he reasoned that the present might not be the most opportune time for such deep introspection. He was startled out of his reflection when the object of his deliberations spoke.

"Got your Duel Monsters deck on you, Puppy?"

"Always. Why?"

"I thought we might...play. Are you up for it?"

Jou groaned at the double entendre, whether it was intended that way or not. Duel Monsters was the FURTHEST thing from his mind at the moment, but he wasn't about to let Kaiba know THAT. "Sure thing," he said with false bravado. "Anxious for me to wipe the floor with ya?"

Kaiba's answering smirk struck both fear and dread in the pit of his stomach.

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Jounouchi buried his face in his hands, wondering again how he always seemed to get himself into these types of situations. There would be no Yugi or Yami showing up to save him this time; not that he'd want them here in the first place. It was all just too horrible and embarrassing to witness. He wished he didn't have to witness it himself, but...

"Game over, Mutt. You lose."

Jou growled. "I hate that fucking card! You DO realize that using "Destiny Board" is tantamount to cheating, right?"

"Tantamount, hmm? That's quite a step up from your usual "woof-woof," Jounouchi."

"Knock it off, ya smug bastard. You won, alright? Isn't that enough?"

"It may sometimes be enough for you, but it's NEVER enough for ME. I'm not surprised that a duelist of your low caliber would have a difficult time using such a complicated magic card correctly. Whining that it's unfair only serves to emphasize my point for me, foolish puppy."

Jounouchi's temper had finally reached the boiling point. Not only had Kaiba had his own selfish fun in the Porsche earlier, but the torment had continued unabated when they finally reached the lush Kaiba estate. Denied immediate access to the hot tub, Jou had been coerced into an impromptu game of Duel Monsters sans arena, duel disks, holographic projectors and all the other technological gizmos he had come to associate with dueling Kaiba Seto. As if he hadn't already been off balance enough... now it was just him, Moneybags, and their respective cards over a kitchen table in an eerily silent mansion. Not to mention the fact that he was perched on top of one very hard, very uncomfortable wooden stool. Jou was sore, aroused, humiliated and ANGRY. It was a potent combination to say the least.

The puppy had never mastered subtlety, and Seto had been able to perceive all of Jou's hidden turmoil through steady, consistent facial observation. He could sense when the other boy was at his wit's end, but he was literally unable to quell the sadistic urge to throw fuel on the burgeoning flames. He crossed his arms and stalked over to stand next to Jou, gazing down into blazing brown eyes disdainfully. "Let's review, shall we? You're thoroughly unable to best me at Duel Monsters, have never managed to win a single argument against me, and you allow me to get into your pants with embarrassing ease and regularity. If you weren't such a good lay, I'd almost be insulted. Where's the challenge, Jounouchi?"

That was the final straw. As much as Jou enjoyed being dominated by Kaiba, his competitive male ego could only take so much abuse in a single day. With a strangled roar, he launched himself at the taller boy, both teens going down in a tangle of arms and legs. Driven by sheer fury, Jou quickly gained the advantage and pinned Seto's wrists to the floor. The startled look on his rival's face was so unexpected and out of place that he felt a renewed surge of interest flare through his groin, and he leaned down to kiss the taller boy with bruising passion.

For a brief moment, Seto froze under the onslaught before finally opening his mouth to Jou's attack, and throwing his own efforts into the battle for dominance. It seemed his puppy had a bit of fire left in him after all...

Jou pressed his advantage, releasing Kaiba's wrists as they wrestled across the kitchen floor. The brunet's hands immediately flew to the collar of Jounouchi's t-shirt, yanking forcefully and ripping it down the middle. Jou shrugged the remaining scraps off of his shoulders without breaking his stride. The blond mused that there was really nothing unusual in this rough activity as foreplay for the two of them, it just always ended with the same result -- Jounouchi giving up complete control to Kaiba. Well, not THIS time, he vowed silently. Jou ground his erection down against Kaiba's own and moved to pin his wrists once again. Kaiba struggled harder than before, but the smaller boy was able to maintain his grip with one hand as he reached below to unfasten his too-tight jeans and release his throbbing member. Brushing his face alongside Kaiba's own he whispered in a low, husky voice, "When do I get MY turn on top?"

As Seto struggled to free himself from Jou's iron grasp, a bolt of white-hot panic shot through his system. Jou pulled back to gaze down at Seto in triumph, but to Seto's frantic eyes, the handsome visage of his lover was overlaid with Gozaburo's cruel, taunting mask. He helplessly flashed back to the not-so-distant past, his brain assaulting him with images of his stepfather above him, laughing, HURTING him again and again. He felt Jou's erection brushing his skin at the point where his shirt had ridden up, and he desperately bucked with all his strength, knocking the smaller boy off of him. He scrambled to his feet just as Jounouchi got his own knees under him, gazing up at Seto with a worried expression on his face. He watched in mute fascination as Kaiba's obvious fright morphed into a murderous rage. The blond opened his mouth to voice his concerns, perplexed by this sudden and disconcerting turn of events. "Are you al --?"

Seto didn't give the other boy a chance to finish speaking as he backhanded him with all the force he could summon to put behind the blow. He smiled in satisfaction as Jounouchi fell back to the floor, gasping in pain and surprise, a thin trickle of blood creeping from his split lip. "You're nothing but a worthless dog!" Seto screamed at him, his own words echoing those of Gozaburo's in his mind. Words that had been hurled at the young Seto every day for YEARS. "Do you think I would allow myself to rut with a filthy mutt like you??!!" Seto lashed out with his foot, striking Jou's ribs and eliciting a pained grunt. Jou had enough time to be thankful that Kaiba's trademark boots were resting by the front door before he felt that same foot descend on the back of his neck, crushing him to the floor. Kaiba relented a bit, allowing Jounouchi to breathe unemcumbered, but didn't release the painful pressure on the smaller boy's nape. Leaning down and pinning Jou with a vicious glare, he demanded, "You know it's the truth and I want to hear you SAY it." Jou licked his lips, tasting his own blood and trying unsuccessfully to stop the flow of humiliated tears from streaming down his face. To his utter horror, he felt his cheeks becoming flushed and his pulse rate increasing with excitement. He panted heavily, hoping that Kaiba wouldn't notice his contradictory reaction. "I -- I'm a worthless dog," he hiccupped, the words barely audible over the brunet's heavy breathing.

Seto observed Jou's sorry state dispassionately. His initial panic and anger were beginning to dissipate, leaving him free to notice certain other... interesting, developments. His gaze flickered briefly down to the blond's erection; visibly jutting from the top of his open jeans. The gears subtly clicked into place. "You're getting off on this, aren't you, Katsuya?" he purred, his voice tinged with satisfaction and amazement. Jou instantly clamped his mouth shut and shifted his eyes away from Kaiba. Frowning at this sign of open defiance, Seto pressed harder with his foot. "Answer me!" he roared as Jou flinched and nodded as much as his restricted position would allow. "My God, you're such a shameless whore," Seto said, wonderingly. "How does it feel to be so OWNED, Mutt? Do you like it? Do you enjoy knowing that your ass is MY property? That you're not even allowed to come without MY permission?" Jou moaned piteously as Kaiba's words shot directly to his groin. He writhed and cursed the cruel restriction there, knowing full well he could obtain a mind-blowing orgasm just as soon as the ring was removed. IF it was ever removed... Kaiba abruptly released the pressure on Jou's neck and knelt down on the floor next to the blond, his face mere inches from Jounouchi's own. "From now on, remember your place, Mutt. Remember who is Master here and that THIS time, I decided to be generous." In one smooth move, Seto slipped the ring from around Jou erection, smirking as he watched the other boy ejaculate instantaneously all over his own chest and abdomen with a shamed whimper.

Seto scooped up the now limp figure, and made his way up the stairs to his private quarters. Jou looked around dazedly, having never been privy to these particular surroundings; but his dubious host passed thru the bedroom area and continued into the en suite bathroom, dumping his burden unceremoniously in the giant garden tub. He gestured brusquely at the mirror covering the wall behind the befuddled blond. "Look at yourself, Katsuya. Covered in your own come and panting for more. You've become such a slut for my cock, do you realize that?" Shudders wracked Jou's body as he huddled on the tile, not daring to deny it, but keeping his eyes downcast nonetheless. Seto continued his tirade, his harsh words belied by the gentle petting of his hand on Jou's sweaty, golden hair. "I could probably whip it out right here and piss all over you; mark my territory so everyone would know. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He slowly unfastened his pants as he taunted the shivering boy before him. "You don't have to answer that, Puppy. I've got a better use for that mouth." He lifted Jou's chin and spoke in a commanding tone, "Get on your knees, Jounouchi." Jou scrambled to comply, his hands losing purchase on the slick surface in his haste to obey. He felt a stomach-churning mixture of excitement and apprehension as he watched Kaiba reach into his pants and bring out his massive erection, moisure glistening on the rounded head. Shuffling closer to the rim of the tub, Seto carefully positioned the tip of his member at Jounouchi's swollen, blood-flecked lips. He slipped both hands into the blond mane on either side of Jou's head and wrapped his fingers tightly in the soft tresses. Blue eyes met honey brown as electricity fairly sizzled in the air, causing both boys to groan with the intensity of the charged situation. Kaiba leaned over, his lips and tongue pressed firmly against Jou's ear as he whispered menacingly, "Suck it."

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The sound of booming, melodious doorbell chimes snapped Seto out of his reverie, his hand freezing in the steady motion of stroking his rock-hard arousal as the shamefully erotic memory continued to play out in his head. His concentration derailed, he was just starting to wonder if he had imagined the noise entirely when it assaulted his ears once again. Ignoring the intrusion was not an option as he had dismissed all the staff save for his driver for the entire weekend. He sighed in frustration as he rose from the comfort of his bed and scrounged in his closet for something suitable to wear. Settling on a baggy, faded pair of jeans and plain black shirt, he tossed the latter over his head as he descended the massive, ornate staircase. On the way down, he paused to adjust the worn fabric carefully over the obvious bulge of his erection. Whoever this visitor may be had a truly unfortunate sense of timing... Seto's steps faltered suddenly as he recalled his earlier wish to turn back the clock to yesterday. Did he even dare to hope? Was it possible that he would be greeted by his lover's impatient, smiling face? Ignoring the voice of reason that insisted such an event was an impossibility, he quickened his pace, reaching the foyer and flinging the door open with unrestrained eagerness.

A nondescript man, apparently in his late twenties, stood in the entryway, shoulders slumped and looking as though he'd rather be anywhere else in the world than on the front steps of the Kaiba mansion. Seto swallowed down his bitter disappointment and mentally chastised himself for the brief flight of fancy. "Can I help you?"

The man shoved the notepad he had been holding into his jacket pocket as he thrust out his right hand. With his left, he flipped open a small leather portfolio, prominently displaying the gold emblem that designated him a member of the Domino City Police Department. "Name's Detective Youko." He shook Seto's hand vigorously as he spoke. "Mr. Kaiba, I presume?" He didn't pause to wait for the other's terse nod as he retrieved his hand. Youko snapped his badge shut and it swiftly went the way of the notepad. "Sorry to disturb you so late, sir. Do you mind if I come in? I'm afraid I need to ask you a few questions."

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tbc


< b>A/N - Again, many thanks to those of you who took the time to let me know what you thought of the fic. I'm overwhelmed by the positive response that 'Shovel' has received so far. Who knew that necrophilia would be so appealing? Some extra special thanks goes out to:


foxkit - I'm glad you're liking what I've got so far! Here's that next chapter you were so broken up about, and I hope it meets with your approval. Many apologies for taking so long in getting it out!


dragonlady222 - Hey, thanks for the review x 2! Now that Yami's involved, Kaiba has NO clue how much trouble he's in. Whether or not he gets caught by the authorities or by a couple of vengeful spirits remains to be seen. It could go badly for him either way. As for poor Dead!Jou, you'll find out that I couldn't let him go TOO easily, so we certainly haven't seen the last of him in this fic. He still has a HUGE part to play in Seto's fate. I shouldn't say anything else or I might give it away! **hugs** Hope you enjoyed chapter 4!