Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Driven to the Fire ❯ You Drove Me To The Flames ( Chapter 1 )

Hey, minna-san! Nozomi Aru here, at your service! ^.^ Welcome to another of my stories! Just so you know, this is Seto/Jou, so it's yaoi, and it's an AU PWP (Plot? What Plot?), which basically means it's pure smut. MalexMale smut, at that. Unabashed, shameless yaoi sex. Be warned.

Other than that trivial matter-- enjoy, and please review!

As always, Yu-Gi-Oh! does not belong to me. *depression*

Driven to the Fire

The raid had been a total failure.

Seto Kaiba smirked at the efficiency of his hired guards as he made his way down long, bare-white corridors, making a mental note to give his men small pay raises for their work. The small party of dissidents that could have destroyed him had instead been utterly crushed beneath his boots. And, if the slightly rushed report he had been given earlier was indeed correct, they had even managed to capture two or three of the rogues relatively unharmed. Perhaps he could get one of them to talk about what the dissident group's plans were in the near future, when the next attack would come.

Or, if that failed to work, there was always the experimental serum the rogues were so eager to get... Although he doubted they would be as eager to being test subjects as they were for getting their hands on the formula...

No matter. He would get the information out of one of them... one way or another...

*****

There were indeed captives; four of them to be exact-- three males and one female. Seto took his time looking each of them over carefully, gauging their reactions to his questions and studying them quietly. It was always better to know what your opponent was like in games like the one they were playing.

The female had long, shiny golden-blonde hair that hung luxuriously down her back and a pair of the oddest violet eyes Seto had ever encountered. Her neatly-manicured appearance gave no sign that she was actually a member of a group of rebels that regularly acted in very violent raids. She glared at him sharply from where she was tied to a cheap wooden chair but uttered not a word when he spoke to her, instead grinding the heel of one of her purple leather boots into the dirty floor like she was imagining it was his face. Seto smirked but left her alone; she showed no signs that she would break easily or quickly, and frankly the older Kaiba was not interested in wasting his valuable time with her.

In the next room he was shown to sat what appeared to be a young boy no older than twelve, but what shocked Seto the most what that the child bore a striking resemblance to one of his personal bodyguards. The boy had ebony-black hair that stuck up in all directions, in some places tinted red where the light hit it, and a shock of golden-blonde bangs that framed his heart-shaped face. A pair of wide amethyst eyes stared, unafraid, at him as he studied the little look-alike carefully, noting all the differences between him and the one he knew with a trained eye. Perhaps this one would do...

But Seto soon gave up on that idea, for the boy, who called himself Yugi, had a will as strong as Seto's own; he would answer only the questions he wished to answer, to all others he would calmly close his mouth and stare at the chestnut-haired youth blankly, obviously waiting for the next inquiry but just as obviously not answering the previous one. Seto sighed at this and sent for Yami, placing the boy's smaller copy in his care.

The next candidate was no better than Yugi had been; like the first, the boy with the strangely silver-colored hair would utter not a word except for giving his name at the very start, but unlike the female he simply smiled good-naturedly at Seto the whole time, as if they were the best of friends and had been for years. Ryou Bakura was not going to budge for anything.

These were the strangest bunch of rebels Seto Kaiba had ever laid eyes on.

*****

As the cerulean-eyed youth approached the fourth and last room that contained a rebel captive, he was a bit surprised to hear screaming and shouting, and the clatter of thrown objects. He smirked at that. Perhaps this so-far useless venture would be fruitful after all.

"--Let go 'a me, ya stupid sons of bitches! I said, leggo! I ain't kiddin', and I swear if you've hurt any of 'em, I'll--" A crash, as of something falling solidly to the ground, and the smack of flesh against flesh. Course laughter and an angry growl. "Damn-- Fuckers! If you've hurt Mai or--"

'Mai'? So that was the female's name, Seto mused as he reached the open door and took stock of what lay before him.

In the center of the small room, as in all the others, was a small wooden, no-back chair with a captive tied securely to it; arms handcuffed to the arms of the chair and legs secured to the chair's front legs. The boy tied to this one was slender and lithe, and he wore torn and wrinkled garments of forest green, which only made his honey-blond hair stand out more than it usually would. From under that unruly, dirty mop of hair two amber-brown eyes glared fiercely at Seto, daring him to take another step into the room.

Seto allowed himself a small smirk as he did so, gaze darting to the two other figures in the room, another pair of his hired guards; Otogi and Malik. Otogi was smirking, black hair hanging into his eyes as he chuckled maliciously. From the spreading, bright-red mark that graced the captive's left cheek beneath a layer of dirt, and the smudge on the filth littering the floor, Seto believed he knew what was so amusing.

The boy scowled at him as he chuckled.

"Quit laughin'. It ain't that funny."

"Oh, yes, mutt, it is." Seto replied, focusing all of his intense gaze on the captive. At the nickname, the blond attempted to jump to his feet, only to sit right back down again, hindered by the binds. He settled for growling in annoyance.

"Shut up." Seto commanded harshly, kicking one of the chair legs for good measure. The sound coming from the blond abruptly halted as he fought to keep his balance, barely keeping himself from falling gracelessly to the ground again. Seto smirked. Oh yes, this would be amusing.

"Now, we can do this your way, or we can do this my way." the brown-haired youth began when he was confident he had all of the rogue's attention. "I want some information, and I intend to get it one way or another. If we do this your way, all you do is answer a few simple questions; ones I'm sure even someone like you can understand. If you refuse, I'm afraid I'll have to resort to... other methods..." Seto purposely emphasized the last two words, indicating that the boy wouldn't enjoy those methods.

The boy said nothing, though his amber eyes bore forcefully into Seto's own.

"Good. Now: what is your name, mutt?"

The blonde youth snorted, turning his head and averting his eyes, as if he couldn't stand the sight of Seto a moment longer. "Go to hell, asshole." He turned his head and spit contemptuously at Seto's feet.

Instantly, Seto's fist connected solidly with the boy's head. "I don't believe that's the answer I was looking for." He stated calmly as he allowed the youth to regain his senses from the blow.

"Shut the fuck up," came the instant, deadpan reply, the effect the statement might had had broken because the words were spaced between deep, labored breaths. Seto's eyes narrowed thoughtfully for a moment and he stepped back as he took in the small trail of crimson blood running from the corner of the mutt's mouth, and the various small scratched that were visible on his body. He gestured to the two other occupants of the room, catching their attentions.

"Otogi, get the mutt cleaned up and ready for a more thorough interrogation. Malik, go and tell Mokuba to assist. I will be back in exactly thirty minutes. Make sure he's finished by then."

And with that, Seto Kaiba turned on his heels and left them to their duties.

*****

Katsuya Jounouchi, known as 'Jounouchi' to most and 'Jou' to his friends, was in deep shit.

His heated glare at the back of the guy who could only be the leader of the enemy was interrupted by a hacking cough that wracked his whole body, and he grimaced, not liking the strange weakness that was spreading like fire through his veins, causing his limbs to shake uncontrollably.

Shit. It looks like that fuckin' dart was poisoned after all. Hope it's not fatal, although maybe that would be betta than when that crazy bastard's got in store fer me.

He licked his lips and wasn't surprised to taste his own blood, tangy and metallic on his tongue.

Thirty minutes... Thirty minutes until that bastard came back to torment him some more. This time, it would be much worse than the first, he knew, the echo of pain in his head a constant reminder. He growled and glared at the only other person in the room; the Otogi-bastard. The man's eyes stared tauntingly back at him; far be it from him to be the one to back down.

Their fierce staring contest was interrupted when as young boy bounded into the room, carrying a pail of icy water and a clean towel in his hands. The youth looked to be no older than twelve, with longish, spiky black hair and clear green eyes. He smiled at Jou as he set his burdens on a nearby table.

"Hi! I'm Mokuba!"

Jou blinked. This... kid... was one of the bad guys? He was so friendly...

"My big brother wants me to help clean you, so here I am!"

Oh. That explained it. Jou sneered and looked away, but that only seemed to egg Otogi on, as the black-haired youth walked to the table and picked up the small cloth, dipping it into the water and running the wet cloth none-too-gently across Jou's bruised face, wiping off the blood and scrubbing harshly at the dried blood already stuck to his face.

"Ow! Shit, that hurts! Bastard!"

Otogi only smirked in response, continuing to wipe him down with the cloth dipped in what Jou felt to be freezing water. The blond scowled as an unexpected wave of dizziness swept over him, but managed to hide it nicely enough from his captors.

It felt like an eternity, but finally Otogi finished his so-called 'cleaning', and Jou almost sighed audibly in relief. The motion was frozen, however, when he saw Otogi pick up something that he hadn't noticed was in the things that Mokuba had brought in. A needle.

Jou's eyes widened of their own accord. That couldn't be... They weren't going to...

Otogi advanced upon him, grinning and brandishing the needle like it was a weapon of supreme torture. "Boss says you gotta be ready for more interrogation, mutt."

Shit.

*****

Exactly thirty minutes since he had made his commands, Seto Kaiba found himself walking the same path back down to the small room the blonde mutt was being held. If all went according to plan, as it had been so far, he would soon no longer need to fear an attack by the renegade forces. Now, if the mutt would only cooperate...

"Get the fuck away from me!"

"Shut up, mutt. You know you want it... Bitch!" A startled yelp, a crash, and the sharp slap of flesh connecting with flesh.

"Fuck!" Came the (slightly breathless? Seto wondered) reply from the blonde, and then Seto was at the door and gazing inside. His eyes narrowed slightly at what he saw.

"Otogi."

From where he was perched, straddling the blond captive, hands clenched tight enough to bruise on the rogue's shoulder, Otogi stilled instantly, jumping up and backwards to fall into a stiff military-style pose facing his employer. "Sir."

"Report on your actions, Otogi." Seto demanded coolly, his expression not betraying the rage he felt that one of his own guards would attempt to violate a captive in such a way without so much as a 'by your leave' in his direction.

Otogi's eye twitched unconsciously, and he swallowed nervously. "Sir, the little street whore was practically begging for it."

Seto's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Is that so?" He allowed his gaze to drift towards the captive, who made quite a picture in his eyes-- trembling, flushed, and panting, head down and newly-clean honey-blond hair hanging into his eyes. "You administered the serum?"

"Yes."

Odd. The boy shouldn't be reacting to it so quickly... Granted, the solution was experimental, but... Something was wrong here...

Seto stepped up to the bound captive and glanced him over, finding nothing out of the ordinary with a quick glance-over. But there was something...

"What's your name?"

"Jou--" the boy clamped his teeth savagely down on his lip, breaking the skin. Seto smirked. So the formula did work as a truth serum. Success. Still... it should not work that fast, or that effectively already...

Seto kneeled and reached out, running both hands up either of the boy's legs, feeling for any wound or... something... that he had missed spotting. He heard the boy-- Jou, he reminded himself-- suck in a breath in surprise as his hands ran upwards towards Jou's inner thighs.

"Get your fucking hands off me!" the blonde growled. Seto decided not to comment when, contrary to his words, the boy's legs spread so willingly before his searching hands, allowing him access to-- Seto mentally shook himself free of such thoughts, bypassing the junction of Jou's legs and reaching up to search higher up, though he could have sworn he heard a thwarted whimper from his captive. When Seto's heart sped up at that thought, he again yanked himself out of such musings, deciding that it had been way too long since he had gotten laid, and that as soon as this was done, he should find himself a pretty girl and--

He paused as his roaming fingers encountered something that he did not expect; something buried in the pale flesh of the boy's left shoulder. Gently, he pulled it out and free, standing up and examining it carefully before tossing it in Otogi's direction. The black-haired youth caught it expertly and looked it over himself.

"Poison dart."

His answer was a sharp, stinging slap from Seto across his face. "Fool. You should not have given him the serum. We don't know how the mixture will affect him. It might kill him!" Seto sneered at a reeling Otogi, who recovered in record time.

"So?" Otogi demanded, becoming angry himself. "Why should we care whether a two-bit street whore survives or not, Seto?"

From behind Seto, Jou made a very rude noise, but they both ignored it.

"Out." Seto said, the calm before the storm. "Get out of my sight, Otogi. I don't ever want to see you again."

Otogi bowed mockingly. "As you wish, Sir."

He left the two of them alone.

*****

Seto turned towards Jou as the door shut behind him, eyes taking in everything about the blond.

"Now... I think we had something we were discussing?"

Jou refused to look at him, eyes down.

"I'm afraid that won't work this time, mutt. What you were given was an experimental serum my company is attempting-- it may have been the same that you were looking for when you came here. Ironic, isn't it?" he smirked. "What it means is that you have been injected with a formula used as a truth serum and a minor relaxant. It works wonders on mutts such as yourself."

"I'm not a mutt." Jou growled harshly, lifting his head to glare defiantly at Seto.

"You are. You are nothing but a mutt, and I will treat you as such, Jou." The blond's eyes narrowed in anger, but Seto ignored it, continuing on his last train of thought. "As I said, the truth serum works, but in fact it works best when the one it has been applied to is in movement, for something in the pumping blood triggers it. So somehow we have to get your blood pumping, mutt, and I doubt that if we let you out to play you'd willingly oblige us by running around a bit and then coming back to us with your tongue hanging out of your mouth, now would you?"

"Fuck you."

"I thought so. But there, you see, is another possibility." Seto smirked, leaning in closer to the blond. "For one of the side effects of the serum is that it acts as a mild aphrodisiac."

Jou sucked in a breath and attempted to sit back in his chair, as far away from Seto as humanly possible, but Seto just leaned in closer , resting a warm hand on the blond's left thigh. He allowed his breath to ghost across his captive's face, staring into golden-amber eyes as he did so. "And for you, the poison that the dart was filled with seems to have heightened the effects of the serum. All of them."

Jou's eyes widened, and sucked in a harsh breath.

"I wonder..." Seto smirked at him, sapphire eyes glittering. "What turns you on, Jou? What makes you so hard that you want to scream in ecstasy? Hm...?" And he reached down, grabbing the blond's clothed semi-arousal in one hand and squeezing harshly, satisfaction filling him when it twitched beneath his fingers and hardened immediately.

The blond captive couldn't suppress a gasp of pleasure as he flung his head to the side and squeezed his eyes shut tightly, trying with all his strength not to answer...

"Dirty--"

"Hm?" Seto smirked and leaned closer. "'Dirty,' is it?" He paused, grip on Jou's erection loosening a bit as he thought it over, causing the blond to inadvertently whimper at the loss.

After a moment Seto leaned forwards, lips just brushing Jou's left ear. "Were you begging, Jou? Begging for him?" he tightened his grip. "Will you beg for me?"

The arousal between his fingers twitched. "Yessss..." Jou hissed, legs spreading of their own to allow Seto better access to him, the flush across the blond's face deepening considerably.

Seto smirked triumphantly and continued. "Beg, Jou. I want you begging when I pound into you. I want you writhing beneath me as I fuck you until you see white. I want to fill you, totally and completely, so that you know that you are mine."

Jou moaned, squirming, even as his eyes remained tightly shut. "No... can't..."

The blue-eyed youth squeezed again, tugging lightly on the arousal that filled his hand. "You will, Jou. You can't stop me, and I know you want it."

The arousal twitched violently in his hand, and Jou's hips thrust forward, seeking more of that incredible feeling, even as the blond boy bit down sharply on his lip.

The boy's pre-cum was already staining the front of his pants, Seto noted idly with satisfaction. He released his grip on Jou and used both hands to push down the loose forest-green pants, making sure to brush his fingers 'accidentally' across the crack of his captive's ass as he did so, dipping one finger slightly into Jou's tight, puckered entrance as Seto's hands passed it, eliciting another series of arousing moans from the boy beneath him. Seto's own erection twitched in sympathy, and he shifted slightly.

What a picture the boy made before him-- deep red and panting noisily, naked from the waist down and erect to the point of exploding, pre-cum literally dripping off of the tip of his arousal and legs spread wide, welcoming. Seto groaned and reached down, gripping Jou's erection solidly and running a finger over the tip, dipping in slightly-- and that was all it took to bring the blond to the edge, screaming as he stretched upwards like some sort of cat, releasing his creamy fluid all over his stomach and shirt.

Jou wasn't prepared to climax so quickly, the feeling of release washing over him so strongly that he thought he would die. It shook his whole frame and clouded his senses, and he was lost in a white oblivion for what felt like eternity but could only have been a few moments.

When he could think straight again he whimpered as he felt one finger scratching determinedly at his entrance, feeling himself become immediately aroused again as that slippery finger-- slippery with oil, perhaps?-- slipped smoothly into the small ring. He felt Seto push his legs open wider and slip another finger in, twisting them viciously inside of his body, and he nearly came again, thrusting back onto those searching fingers in wanton abandon. Jou felt like he couldn't ever get enough air, panting and gasping as he was, but that as long as those fingers kept thrusting into him he wouldn't mind one bit if he suffocated.

"Please..."

The fingers stilled, and he moaned.

"Please, what, Jou?" He could vaguely make out Seto's voice through the fog that had descended onto his mind, and he whimpered at the lust-filled tones. "Please what, Jou?"

A thrust, and Jou writhed

"Please stop?"

The fingers were removed, but before Jou could so much as cry out, something else was pushing against his opening, something so hot...

"Or... please continue?" Seto's fingers groped for and found one of Jou's nipples, pinching and twisting savagely through the damp shirt. "Do you want me to fuck you, Jou? Do you want me to fuck you hard, Jou?"

"Yessss...." Jou tried to thrust forward, missing, longing for that filling sensation, but he was thwarted as Seto pulled back, causing him to whimper. "Empty..."

"What do you want, mutt? What is it that you want?" Seto punctuated each word with a savage twist of Jou's nipple, and the blond cried out pitifully.

"You! Fuck me!" Jou snapped his eyes open and stared at Seto defiantly through clouded amber eyes. "Now!"

Seto sucked in a breath and nodded, lust overpowering his senses as he obliged the boy, pushing his hips forward slowly, entering Jou as slowly as possible, though the urge to just slam into the boy was almost overwhelming. He gritted his teeth as Jou's inner walls clamped down on the tip of his oil-coated erection, pulling, welcoming him in.

"A... virgin... is not supposed to... know... how to do... that..." he ground out, feeling his erection twitch at the warm tightness of Jou's body.

Jou smirked at him even as the blond threw his head back and bent forward, taking Seto's length to the hilt and moaning at the feeling of being filled so completely. "Whoever said I was... a virgin?" the blond demanded, clamping his inner walls down on Seto's erection again and eliciting a loud groan from the brunette.

"Good... point..."

Seto thrust shallowly forward, a wave of pleasure flowing through his veins at the movement. It had been too long since he had felt like this... He couldn't last much longer.

"Jou..." he groaned out, thrusting with abandon into the smaller boy, smirking when he hit a spot that made the boy's inner walls clamp down on his intruding presence even harder. "Jou..." he reached down and grasped Jou's neglected erection. "Come for me... Jou..." he ran one finger across the slit, once again dripping with pre-cum, tugging it lightly. Jou moaned and stretched, pulling him even deeper into the blond, though Seto hadn't thought it possible. He felt like he would never be able to escape this hot tightness...

"Come for me, Jou..." and he dipped one finger into the boy's slit, thrusting at the same moment.

Jou's inner walls contracted until Seto thought he would die, and the boy came, spreading his warm seed all over the two of them. Two more thrusts and Seto himself was lost, crying out the blond's name as he released deep inside the boy, thrusting savagely as he did so. He collapsed, boneless, on top of the blond, uncaring of the state they were in, and fell into a light doze, noting that Jou had done the same.

Perhaps he wouldn't need to find a pretty girl after all...

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Heh... Yes, Seto forgot about the interrogation... Well, who wouldn't, ne?

Please, please, please tell me what you thought. It's my very first PWP-- scratch that, it's my very first, lemon, so any feedback would be appreciated.

Also, would anyone like a YamixYugi lemon to go with this? They are both in here, after all... And what else would Yami do if he was set in charge of little Yugi's care, hm?

R&R, onegai!