Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Anything For Master ❯ Just Another Visit ( Chapter 1 )

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

Anything For Master

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters. If I did, I'd own the oh-so-sexy Seto Kaiba, and I'd be one very happy girl.

A/N: I wrote this on a spur of the moment. Let me know what you think of it ^_^

It wasn't anything new. From time to time, I'd be at home and I'd hear the door unlock, someone come in and shut it. I'd know it was him because I live alone and he's the only other person with keys to my apartment.

So it wasn't surprising when I heard the footsteps approach the kitchen where I was making myself dinner and felt arms wrap around my shoulders.

"Hello precious.." whispered a voice into my ear. The hot breath on my ear caused a tingling sensation and I couldn't help but smile.

"Hello Se-" but I was cut off by a hand covering my mouth.

"Now now, precious, what did I ask you to call me?" With that, he pulled his hand away from my mouth and let it rest on the center of my collar bone.

"...Master."

"That's right." He stood still, still embracing me, and just breathed down my neck as I finished making my dinner, which consisted simply of white rice with a few chopped vegetables I had found in my refrigerator. As soon as I turned the flame of the stove off, he took a seat at my table. He watched me the whole time as I served myself food, sat myself at the table and ate. We didn't speak a single word.

Upon my finishing my last bite, I took my single plate to the sink and ran some water over it, then left it there. I returned to him and stood before him in all my simplicity; old navy blue sweats, plain white tee shirt with some faded logo on it and white sports socks.

"I'm sorry I'm not better dressed, Master, it's just that.."

"It's fine."

He grabbed my arm roughly and we headed to my living room. He took a seat at the couch and pulled me down next to him, then pulled me by my shoulder and made me lie down on the couch with my head on his lap. This was what first surprised me.

"Is my master angry?" I asked sweetly, looking up at him. He didn't reply, but rather pulled my ponytail off and let my hair fall loosely, only to have his fingers run through it. He turned on the television to some horror movie. Oddly enough it was one of the movies that truely frightened me... I shivered for a second as a chill ran down my spine. Was he trying to scare me?

"There there, precious..." he said, a grin appearing on his sharp-featured face as he stroked my cheek. I was confused, but remained perfectly still. I didn't complain when he pulled me up and sat me on his lap, bringing my head to rest on his chest. I didn't complain as he wrapped his arms around me tight enough to hurt me. I liked it when he held me, even if it hurt. I mused over the idea of the bruise I'd find there the next morning as a reminder. I liked spending time with him when he needed me. I wanted to make him happy.

I didn't really feel myself falling sleep, but I guess I was for I opened my eyes to azure blue ones. They were blank and emotionless. I should've been used to it but a chill still ran down my spine and I shivered again. It was then I realized I wasn't sitting on the couch with him anymore.

"Master?" I asked and was answered with a slap to the face. I winced from the pain, then stayed perfectly still and looked up at him. My cheek stung and felt hot from where he'd left his handprint on me.

"As long as I am awake, you are to stay awake, understood?" he asked, his tone rough and angry. I nodded and bit my lip, realizing I was lying down on my bed and he was sitting on me in a straddling position. I tried to move, but I found my wrists tied to the bedposts. Giving him a gentle smile, I took a deep breath as he came down and kissed the crook of my neck, sucking on it and biting it roughly from time to time. I let his hands roam wherever they pleased and didn't complain when I felt him caress softly, grope hard, trace delicately then dig his nails into me.

It went on like this until he felt tired and released me from my binds. I lay there silently as he drifted off to sleep with his arms round my waist and one leg over mine. Slowly I creept from his grasp and examined his arms, letting my fingers trace over the fading scars. I examined my own wrists and licked a bit of the torn flesh from the tightness of the bonds he'd put me under, then smiled as I glanced at his own again.

There were no new scars. The ones that were there had healed and were fading.

Smiling and content with myself, I got close to him again as his arms wrapped themselves around me again. I lay awake, listening to his breathing down my neck, my fingers interlaced with his in his hand. Somehow I drifted off to sleep again, this time knowing I wouldn't be punished.

Come the morning light, he was gone.

It didn't hurt to see him leave anymore. Even if his visits weren't as frequent anymore, I was happy that I'd at least helped him be happy.

I didn't care if he was the richest man around. I didn't care that everyone thought him a heartless jerk and a robot who only worked for his company and cared for no one else.

He was still human. He still needed someone's warmth from time to time...

And I was damn happy to give it to him.