Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Anything ❯ Anything ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: heh, right. not mine.

Dedicated to D-chan (demonwing). Thanks, chica!

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//I surrender everything I am//

~~'Anything,' Skold

"Hello, Mr. Kaiba." The young, PVC-clad Japanese woman smiled up at Seto, the corners of her eyes crinkling in genuine fondness. She helped him shrug out of his fur-lined winter coat and folded it over her arm. "The usual?"

Seto nodded. It was the same dance as always, a slow heated waltz of pain and pleasure. Except this time, the brunet planned on an entirely different ending to this magnificent torture.

Twenty-five year old Seto Kaiba had been introduced to Reveille through a business associate of his; a short balding man with three too many chins that liked to be spanked while wearing a girls' school uniform and no panties. You see, Reveille was a fetish club-- the best of its kind in all Japan. Seto had become a regular since his introduction four months ago, and he had found his niche. What was it? Well, he liked to be dominated. Kind of surprising for someone who ran one of the most fiercely competitive gaming companies in not only Japan, but the world as well; however, when it came to the sexual nature of Seto Kaiba, he was completely submissive. He wanted to be taken, and taken hard. No half-hearted Dom for him.

Kaiba had gone through his fair share of Masters while frequenting the upscale BDSM club, but none had truly dominated him to his pleasure. Each, once realizing his true identity, had been cautious and conservative with their acts of dominance over him, and he found their hesitance disgusting and disappointing.

Until Him. Seto had almost given up on fulfilling his darkest fantasy until He started working at the club. Seto never once saw His face, or learned His name, but the brunet knew he had finally met his match. He was in love, or as close as Kaiba could get to love, with a masked man in a fetish club. Seto wouldn't've had it any other way.

Tonight, though, tonight Seto would find out who his domineering lover was, and make Him his. Or rather, make Him take Seto as His own permanently. He was the Sun, and Seto wasn't even sure he was worthy enough to revolve around Him.

He followed the willowy raven-haired beauty through the throng of dancers and party-goers that made up the bottom level of the club, answering her smile with a stoic expression of his own. His anticipation only showed in his eyes, a deep blue that reflected the revolving, flashing eyes of the club's lights.

She led him up a familiar flight of stairs and to the right. She withdrew a slender silver keychain from between her perky, perfect breasts and unlocked the second door on the right, adorned only with the number 25. The Room of Chains. An invisible shiver ran down Seto's spine as the door swung slowly open, revealing complete blackness.

"He is waiting for you inside. Safe word?"

Seto shook his head, not taking his eyes from the darkness inside the gaping door. Normally he wouldn't forgo this courtesy, but tonight he planned to give all to his Lover. He would lay everything before Him, and let Him take what He wished.

The hostess pursed her lips together, looking like she was about to protest his decision, but at that moment Seto looked at her, and her words died on her tongue. Need and love filled his eyes, and she was nearly scalded under his gaze.

Backing away, she allowed Seto to enter the darkened room, then bid him a terse farewell and closed the door. Seto was flung into heavy darkness with nothing to relieve it. He heard the lock click in place and thought, 'This is it. No turning back now.' He could hardly quell his trembling hands.

Taking a deep breath, Seto was about to step forward when slick, gloved hands slid from his shoulders down his chest. Warm breath tickled his ear as a low voice breathed, "You're too clothed, Little One. I need your skin."

The brunet sighed, melting against the strong body lined behind his own. He turned his head and full, sweet-tasting lips claimed his own, possessing him. He clung to the arms that circled his upper body, keeping him upright.

He was spun out unexpectedly out of his Lover's embrace and pressed against a wall, wrists pinioned above him by one strong hand. He heard a clanging metal sound, and suddenly his wrists were bound by cold, unrelenting steel. He felt the erection that had begun in his pants hardening rapidly.

His clothes were ripped from him without warning, starting first with his expensive Italian silk shirt and then his tailored slacks. Seto could do nothing except try to keep his balance; erotic though the wrist bonds were, it sucked to have to dangle from them, and his Master would not let him regain his foothold, were he to stumble. He was divested of his shoes and socks quickly while he hung, gloriously naked, from the chains that bound him.

Lights flashed overhead, and Seto blinked up, eyes adjusting to the dim glow, hyper-aware of his nudity. Track lighting hung overhead, illuminating the silver-painted walls adorned only in ropes of chain in varying sizes.

His Master was standing just in front of where he was chained. Seto drank in the sight of Him, clad in low-slung leather pants whispering with chains, matching the room. His shirt was sheer, and Seto could clearly make out excited nipples, pressed as they were to the blood-hued fabric. He was the epitome of boyslut, but Seto could see the corded muscles of his sheathed arms, knew how hard that thin chest really was. He was not fooled; his God was strong.

Peering through his lashes, head down in a submissive gesture, Seto's eyes caressed the face of his Lover, adoring the way his tawny blond hair swept down over his simple black mask. The mask covered only half of his face, leaving his arrogant, suckable lips free of adornment. Kaiba watched passively as He walked over to a table draped with a shimmering black fabric. Various toys, bonds, chains, and other things lay atop it, awaiting use. His Master's left hand skimmed across the objects as he watched Seto watching him.

His Lover's fingers plucked at a large, black leather ball gag, and Seto's eyes widened. Master smiled slightly, then let his hand drop the item, running his fingers instead over a roll of black tape. Seto dropped his gaze, defeated, and He chuckled. "Is this what you want, lover?" He fingered the fat roll, a knowing look in his eyes. Seto slid his gaze back up to his Master's, his eyes answering for him. The masked blond picked up the roll and walked towards Seto. In one violent motion he ripped off a long piece of the chunky black tape with his teeth, his free hand raking through Seto's thick brown locks. The hand fisted in his hair, dragging his head up forcefully. Master kissed Seto bruisingly, forcing his tongue through willing lips, sucking at the pliant mouth with his own commanding one. He ended the kiss as abruptly as it started and pressed the tape to Seto's mouth before the brunet knew what was happening. Another piece was lapped over that one, creating an X across Seto's mouth, immobilizing it.

Hands roamed across Seto's chest, torso, fingers whispering teasingly across already heated flesh. The anticipation was the biggest turn-on for Seto, and he writhed in his bonds, attempting to brush his body cat-like against the feathery touches. The slut-tease hands pulled away.

Going back to the table, his Master picked up a long black leather sheath, eyeing it with satisfaction before falling to his knees before Seto. He unlaced the material and began rolling it onto the brunet's proud, weeping cock, standing at full attention. His eyes locked with Seto's and He watched with unguarded amusement as Kaiba's own heavy lids lowered in agonizing rapture. The material sheathed tightly the hard flesh of his erection, pinching it slightly.

Seto made a small sound of surprise, and His head snapped up at the bound prisoner, eyes flashing, indicating His displeasure at the tone He was answered in. Master rolled the tight cock sheath completely down Seto's erection and secured it, wrenching the ties that laced it downward hard. Seto let out a muffled cry, his eyes squeezing shut at the delicious pain. A firm twist to his balls made Seto suck air in through his nose, a firm reminder that the brunet was to obey him to the letter. He opened his eyes and met his Master's stern glare, his total submission bleeding through his own gaze.

His Lover pressed His warm, full lips to the tip of Seto's cock, eyes never leaving the brunet's face as He kissed the straining, leather-encased head. His lips trailed a lazy path up, over, and around Seto's fully-hard cock, and it took all of Kaiba's restraint not to cry out through the tape. His Master required complete silence from His charge during this phase of the night.

Kaiba's fingers worked around the metal of the chains that bound him, his own body heat warming the smooth silver links. His wrists twisted slightly, a moan nearly escaping Seto's lips as the bonds bit into the tender flesh there. He watched His tongue circle his aching manhood predatorily, leaving traces of saliva all over the leather sheath. Seto wanted more than anything to have that tongue, that hot fucking mouth, bathe the sensitive skin of his cock. Kaiba's whole body tensed and he bit hard on the inner flesh of his lip in the effort not to cry out when He plunged his mouth down the full length of Seto's cock, engulfing him.

His Master let go of his manhood, the tip leaving his lips with a small popping sound, and stood abruptly, sensing his charge's fading restraint. "Maintain," he breathed, mouth hovering over the brunet's, teasing. His hands came up and caressed Seto's face, fingers tracing his jawline and dipping down his neck. "Maintain, lover, and you will be rewarded... handsomely." A thrill of anticipation shot up Seto's spine; he knew what those words meant. The blue-eyed bound one tore at the sensitive flesh of his bottom lip ravenously, hips straining fitfully against the sheath still holding his erection prisoner. Blood trickled into his mouth, and he sucked at the coppery liquid thirstily.

A rough hand grabbed Seto's chin, driving it upward. Seto's eyes were pleading, desperate tears leaking out the sides as he squirmed deliciously. His Lover stepped back long enough to slide His shirt over His head, and pulled the mesh material taut between His hands. The soft cloth was pressed roughly to Seto's throat, driving his head back against the wall. The long column was stretched, exposed, and Kaiba felt tiny licks and kisses along it as the shirt crushed slightly against his windpipe.

He felt teeth sink into the flesh of his collarbone as he stared up at the ceiling. His body jerked with the exquisite mix of pleasure/pain.

As He made His way back up Seto's throat, toying with the taut mesh band, He whispered lowly in Seto's ear, "Be good, Little One. No whimpering or Master will be forced to put a leash on you." The words were mocking, derisive, and dove straight for Seto's heart, making it beat faster. A fresh line of sweat began forming on his brow as a faint thrill of recognition raced up his spine. His Master began licking slow, lazy lines along Seto's face, nuzzling his cheeks and jawline with His own lips and chin. Biting licks rained down along the side of Seto's face, forcing him to stare at his masked Lover adoringly. One hand let go of the material binding Seto's throat, letting it fall lax to the side. Fingers twined themselves in Seto's short hair, and He pressed His mouth to Seto's taped one, tonguing the sticky gag. Seto's eyelids lowered in submissive rapture.

Giving one final kiss to Seto's taped mouth, He pulled away. Walking casually towards the table again, his Master picked up a bottle full of swirling, colorful oil and brought it back to where Kaiba was chained. He freed Seto's cock from it's leather prison deftly, sliding the taut material expertly up the shaft.

He pressed the length of His body against the bound man, dragging Seto's smooth legs up to hook around delicious, narrow, leather clad hips. His Master uncorked the glass vial, and upended it over His chest. The swirling, colorful liquid streamed down His body, pooling over black leather and hard, naked flesh.

Seto groaned at the contact when He bucked against him. The slick friction of leather hardness against his own erection was exquisite. Master began grinding against Seto, still bound by his wrists to the wall, clinging to the blond with his thighs. Seto thrust his pelvis up into the liquid heat, reveling in the slick feeling. Vice-like arms gripped his shoulders almost painfully as ragged breath sounded in his ear.

"Want me to fuck you, Little One? How much do you want to feel me inside you, fucking you hard, deep, fast..." His words were creating fire in the already inflamed pit of Seto's stomach, spreading throughout his abdomen, down to his groin, and outward through the rest of his body. "I'm going to fuck you like the animal you are, Seto Kaiba." Seto closed his eyes at this, blissful, letting his head fall back. He gasped as he felt the tape being ripped off his mouth.

Crying out in pain, Seto's eyes flew open to plead with his Master. The blond God pressed his full-lipped mouth to Seto's chafed one, licking away the hurt needfully. Still bucking against his bound prisoner, He trailed kisses to Seto's ear and whispered thickly, "Do you want it, lover? Do you?"

Seto thrilled at the words, answering breathily, "Yes... yes." He panted in time with the thrusts, held up only by the metal cuffs that encircled his wrists and the one hand curved around him, gripping his shoulder. Master's free hand caressed Seto's face roughly, wiping away the moisture that had spilled down his cheeks. One rough thumb slid across his mouth, forcing his lips open. Seto sucked on the offered digit greedily, tightening his hold around his Master's hips. He whimpered throatily; he was nearing the end of his restraint.

Suddenly the thumb was taken from his mouth, and his legs were shoved roughly downward. He was spun in his bonds, suddenly facing the silvered wall, face pressing against it. He felt rough hands on his hips, drawing his lower body outward, and one slick, gloved finger entered his tight, ringed entrance. Moaning wantonly, Seto bucked against the invading finger, willing it further inside. His Master teased his entrance, only lightly flicking his fingers inside, barely stretching him. The feathery, infrequent touches were driving Seto mad, and he shook his head violently, panting hard with need. His whole body began thrashing in fury as the gloved fingers continued to tease him, dipping inside only to then retract and ring his hole. "Fuck me," he whined breathily, his voice raw and unchecked with lust.

"Beg me, Seto," was the reply command.

"Fuck me, Master! Please!" Seto cried out, squinching his eyes shut. He could feel the burning in his shoulders from where he hung, adding to his arousal. His cock throbbed, engorged, the head purple and leaking. Precum trailed down the length, wetting the straight, dark hairs of his groin. "I beg you, Master. Fuck me hard!"

A dark chuckle sounded behind Seto, making his cock harden further. His nipples were jutting out, nearly painful in their erect state. He felt his Lover's hands leave him, and whimpered at the absence. "Maintain, Little One," he heard Him say from a distance.

His body was stretched taut, bent forward, legs spread wide, open. His back was arched painfully due to his position and the manacles that held him up. His arms were pulled over his head, stretched just as tightly as the rest of him, making his hands go numb. He circled his hips involuntarily, wanting more than anything to have those hands gripping him again, those fingers inside him again.

Suddenly a ghost hand brushed his side, making him shiver. Another joined, until they rested gently on his gyrating hips. A body pressed itself to his, and Seto could feel the slickness of the oily leather pants against his buttocks, the cool metal of the belt buckle against his heated flesh. He also felt something else, and gave a sharp cry as an engorged head pushed itself through his ringed entrance.

The hands on his hips tightened, pulling him further backwards, nearly disjointing his wrists, and soon Seto was completely filled. He thrashed once again, moaning incoherently, bucking as much as he could against the cock buried deep inside him. This was what he craved above all else, to be filled by the only one who could make him come, make him love.

His Master pulled nearly out, only keeping the head of His cock in, pausing a minute to enjoy the sound of His bound thing mewling in protest. He looked lovingly down at His prisoner, _His_ puppy, and smiled. Seto made a pretty picture all bound up, hands almost purple with lack of blood, body rigid with need. He stroked the small of Seto's back, letting His hand rest there, and drove back in, making His lover gasp loudly.

Seto nearly came, just barely hanging on to his orgasm. He knew that if he climaxed before his Master told him he could, the consequences would be great. And with the way his body was straining right then, he wasn't sure he'd be up for that tonight.

The thrusts into his tight heat were erratic, uneven, designed to torture, not satisfy. Seto shredded his lower lip in the effort not to come, making low, whimpery noises in the back of his throat as he was being fucked. His entire body rocked with the powerful thrusts, his ears filled with the sounds of his Lover as He ravished Seto, thoroughly enjoying his body. The grip on his hips tightened with bruising force, and Seto was sure his Love would give the command for him to come any minute now...

Instead, Master thrust one final time into the pliant body in front of Him, and pulled away. Seto cried out viciously, the sound raw and needful, torn straight from his throat. He was spun around again to face his Master, an angry set to His jaw. A gloved hand held his head up painfully, keeping it at a sharp angle while Seto hung in his bonds, breathing heavily, whimpering. The torture was exquisite.

Master's mouth breathed down Seto's face, His tongue tracing a wet line from his cheek to his jaw. His Master's cock stood proudly from the zipper of His leather jeans, slick with colorful oil and leaking profusely. He smiled sadistically at the question burning in Seto's sapphire eyes. "I want to see your face when I allow you to come, Little One," he said by way of explanation. "I want to see that beautiful mouth," he punctuated this with a thumb across Seto's lips, "those breathtaking eyes," a finger swept across his right eyelid, "that heavenly face contort with need for _me_, Seto." His voice had lowered to an almost indistinct growl, laced with heat. "I want to know what you look like when you come only for me." He bent down and kissed Seto slowly, as if He had all the time in the world. An impassioned, impatient whine escaped Kaiba's throat at the languorous torture.

Master reached down and grabbed Seto's balls once again, twisting them to remind Seto of his place. His thighs were hiked a second time around his Master's hips, slicked cock poised for entrance at Seto's hole. Seto's own throbbing erection stood proudly, painfully at attention. He wished desperately for release but he would not come until his Master bade it. Those were the rules, Kaiba kept reminding himself over and over as he waited in agonizing anticipation for his Lover to enter him again.

Master did so, in one swift motion, pushing all the way into Seto's already stretched hole. He began thrusting, deep and slow, His eyes sliding closed as a satisfied hiss escaped His lips, snaking through clenched teeth. Seto was pressed between the unrelenting wall and his unyielding Master, feet hooked around slickened leather, bringing his Master's cock deeper into his body. It felt wonderful, amazing, to let go all control and truly be taken, as he had always wished to be, by this blond God.

The pace quickened, and Seto could tell his Master's restraint was fading fast. He felt hands travel the length of his body, roving up his hips past his sides, all the way to his arms, pulled over his head and stretched taut. Seto thought he felt fumbling at his wrists, but since he had no sensation there anymore he couldn't be sure. All of a sudden, his hands were free, and he worked to hook them around smooth, tanned shoulders. The skin there was soft, heated, covering hard muscles that flexed as Master continued to pound into him. He was effectively pinned between the wall and the toned body of his God, his Lover, and Seto couldn't think of anywhere else he'd rather be. Incoherent moans and gasps were torn from his throat with every thrust into his willing body, his mouth next to his Master's ear, urging Him onward. His Lover was fire to his ice, effectively melting him and making him His. The tempo kept steadily increasing, until soon Master was driving into Seto as fast as He could, stabbing at him over and over and over again, the head of His cock rubbing repeatedly against Seto's prostate, turning his moans into screams.

Seto's hand, finally regaining some feeling, reached up to fist in silky blond strands. He brushed something, and realized it was the clasp of his Master's mask; somewhere in his sex-hazed brain a bell went off. Here was his golden opportunity, the chance to finally put a face to the one person who could torture him so deliciously. In a moment of sheer impulse, still crying out rhythmically, Seto grabbed the clasp and twisted. The mask fell away silently.

Master came that instant, crying out for Seto to do the same. Welcome relief flooded through the bound man, his distended cock spurting violently across Master's stomach and his own. His eyes slitted open to gaze finally upon the face of the one who could dominate him like no other. His mouth fell open, shocked.

"Jounouchi!" He coughed out as he tried to push the man away. His blond God was the puppy? The whimpering school kid he used to taunt and tease on a regular basis?

"Surprise, Kaiba," Jounouchi smirked cruelly. He let go of the brunet, letting him sink heavily to the floor in a tangle of long bare legs. "Never thought you could be dominated by a dog, did you now? Well, guess again because you just got royally fucked by one. Perhaps I should turn you in for beastiality?"

Seto looked up through his bangs at the blond man, assessing him. His eyes were large and defeated. "I should have known. No one else could ever get to me like you did." The words came out ragged as Seto tried to regain his breathing. He rubbed his aching wrists gently.

Jounouchi looked down at the nude brunet for a long moment, his mouth set in a firm line. He crossed his arms over his hard chest. "What are talking about? You hated me. You taunted me all throughout school, made my and my friends' lives a living hell."

Seto snorted, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Is that all you feel for me?" he asked, ignoring the blond's own question. "You hate me. Is that the only reason you did this, to get back at me?"

Jounouchi looked away, his eyes guarded. His silence was answer enough.

Seto stood up slowly, his entire body protesting the movement. "I'll go then." He turned to gather his clothes. He dressed quickly, his shirt and pants sticking to his sweaty form. His hand was poised to knock when he felt movement behind him.

A hand was pressed to his face, turning it. Soft, full lips claimed his own, making him melt for the umpteenth time that evening. He fell against the body behind him, complacent. He expected the kiss to be angry, but instead it was passionate, full of need and want and heat. For him, for Seto. "Want you." The words came out gruff, lustful. He sighed into Jou's mouth, leaning against him, trusting. Somehow, now knowing it was Katsuya Jounouchi who had been fulfilling his darkest fantasy, made the kiss taste sweeter. He was betting everything would be sweeter, more intoxicating now that his Master had a name.

Jounouchi. His puppy. His Master.

He allowed himself to be willingly pulled back towards the wall, his cock already hardening at the thought of what was to come.

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