Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Crimson Visions ❯ Chapter 1

Title: Crimson Visions

Author: purkle dragon goddess

Rating: NC-17

Pairing(s): Kaijou/Joukai

Beta: kaibunnee

Spoilers: none

Disclaimer: Am constantly reminded of the fact I don't own any of this...Damn.

Summary: 31,536,000 seconds have past, a long time by anyone's standard. One year since that day when two lives changed. For better or worse, who is to say? For only in their words and actions can you tell. However, can you truly know for sure?

"Sex is sex, whether hard, fast, and rough or gentle and soft. It's only sex, until you let your emotions get involved."

"And then?"

"Then it gets complicated."

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His eyes closed as the other's hands slid under the tight shirt he wore pushing it roughly out of the way. As the fabric stretched over his head, he reached his arms up to help pull the shirt off only to have them shoved back down again. So, it was going to be like that this time.

The marks from the last time the other decided to play were still covering his skin. A scar had finally formed where the infected bite healed, long pale marks from the scratches down his back, the bright purple bruise that had made it difficult to sit for many days had faded long ago. All taken in stride, all returned twofold on his given nights.

However, tonight was not his to give, not in that sense in any case, although, he did give it willingly. Gave himself freely for the other to use as needed, to release whatever pent up torment he suffered.

He felt the shirt twist tighter around his wrists before finding himself thrown to the floor. As his knees hit the ground, he cried out, pain jarring his whole body. A mistake, quickly realized on his part but even quicker on the other's.

Hearing the air break as the hand came toward his face made him tense more. He deserved it by his own agreement. Nights like this there were no sounds, no cries, no going back. There were never any apologies; never any questions asked, any answers given, these nights left to fade into memory never for them to speak of, only relived the next time.

His lip busted, blood flowing down his face, but he remained still, not moving. That would have made things worse. Instead, he found himself surprised by the gentle touch lifting his face upward.

Opening his eyes, he looked up into the clear eyes of the other. Cold fierceness met his gaze hurting him so completely he closed his eyes again. The hand that had brought his face upward, slid across his lip, fingers gliding through the blood before winding tightly into his hair.

The other's mouth crushed his, as he pulled his head back farther. Lips parted for the insistent tongue that demanded entrance even as it lapped at the slowing blood from them.

The kiss broken off suddenly, he did not have a chance to catch his breath before finding his mouth filled, nearly gagging at the sudden fury with which he found himself forcefully put to use. Breathing deeply through his nose, he calmed down enough to keep up with pace the other had set up. Hands gripped hard into his hair pulling him in with every thrust into his mouth refusing to give any leeway.

Pushed away violently he fell to the floor again before the other's hands pulled him to stand. Led around the room backward by his bound arms, he did not need to open his eyes to know where they were standing.

Shoved face first into the desk, his head connected hard with the wooden surface. The other kicked his legs apart, spreading him out so that his entire upper body was laying flat on the desk. A firm hand upon his back held him still, not that he had plans on moving after hearing the soft metallic click near his ear. The cold metal blade slid down his back as further warning until it came to the hem of his pants.

The near quiet rip of the material as the blade sliced through it sounded louder in his ears than possible. He held completely still knowing how perilously close the knife's edge was to his body as it cut haphazardly through the cloth. His heartbeat picked up wildly as the other did not stop at merely starting the destruction of his clothing with the knife but instead, continued cutting the material from rear hem to crotch.

The knife fell on the small of his back as the other's hands ripped at the fabric further exposing his ass to the open air. He could tell when the other left, walking around the desk to rummage through the drawers looking for one the bottle they kept there. The sound of the bottle opening reached his ears followed by the squishing of lubricant worked to cover the other's cock.

Warm and wet, he felt the lube slicked cock press between the cheeks of his ass as a hand pulled at his hips raising and opening him up further. There was no gentleness in the following moments as his body accepted the assault by the other's hardened organ as it pressed into his body. He bit his already sore lip until it started bleeding again to keep from crying out as the other pulled his legs up wrapping them around his waist.

With his arms tied behind him still, there was no way he could protect himself as his body, with each thrust, was forced down into the hard wood. His head beat onto the surface until the other slammed into his weary body one final time. The other moved away from him, pulling out of his now hot and semen slicked ass, leaving him in the same position and feeling completely empty inside.

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"Why did you stay like that? Sounds like an extremely abusive relationship. Couldn't have been healthy for either of you."

"It got complicated."

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