Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Hurt Me ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

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

*WARNING!!* This chapter contains RAPE, I repeat, this chapter contains RAPE, of the male/male non-consensual sexual variety. It is graphic and not for those with weak stomachs. If you choose to disregard this warning and find this chapter not to your liking than you're an idiot and shouldn't have come here.

There is also bad language etc...etc...and the sort of things that don't go on in 'nice' fics.

Btw, anyone over the age of 16 can have sex legally here in the UK. In the fic, Yugi is 17 going on 18. He may still be in school, but he isn't a chibi.

If you decide to flame me, remember this; I do not suffer fools lightly, and those of you brave enough to add your email address had better be prepared for the fallout. To those who do not, such cowards are not worth the bacteria they harbour, much less the air they breathe.

To everyone else, thanks for staying to read this chapter. This is one of those fics that I write as a stress-reliever. I may not always agree with the things I write, but it is an excellent way to blow off steam without harming anyone in real life.

Hope you enjoy this chapter, angst abounds after the first few pages.

Hugs,

~Shi-koi~





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Chapter One

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Ryou felt a strange tug on his Sennen Ring. He frowned in confusion. The pull felt oddly familiar.

Yami?

\What?\ The disgruntled voice of his yami echoed loudly in his mind.

Can you feel that?

There was a brief flash of light. Within seconds Bakura stood next to Ryou. “Feel wha-” Bakura froze. He took a quick look around.

“What are we doing here?”

Ryou blushed. “I just wanted some time alone. The harbour is pretty at night.” The pale-haired boy offered sheepishly.

“Hmmn.” Bakura crossed his arms, concentrating on the strange feeling. His eyes suddenly flashed.

“That feels like the baka Pharaoh.”

“Nani?!” Ryou blinked, then his brows creased in an odd mixture of worry, curiosity and fear. “But he's in Egypt.”

Bakura shook his head, walking over to the waters edge. His almost jet eyes peering into the murky water. “Not anymore.” He stated flatly. Before Ryou could say anything else, Bakura jumped into the dusk-shadowed ocean.

Yami!!

\Shut up.\ Bakura was looking for something.

The minutes passed. Ryou started to get agitated. He wiped his suddenly damp palms on his blue jeans, debating whether to risk calling for his yami again.

Then there was a splash, and a loud gasp.

“Bakura!”

“Baka, don't just stand there, throw me a rope.”

Ryou jumped back, throwing the dark spirit one of the rope ladders connected to the side of the concrete and metal edge of the bay.

Bakura climbed up. His features slightly grimmer than usual.

“Yami?”

Bakura turned pitch-dark eyes onto his light. He held up his hand.

Ryou paled, his breath caught suddenly in his throat. He was dimly aware that he was shaking his head in horror. “Nonononono....” The horrified chant echoed across the deserted pier, Bakura simply staring, silent, at the item before him.

In his hands, Bakura held the Sennen Puzzle.





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Icy cold water suddenly drenched Yugi's skin. He screamed as his body spasmed against the harsh stone floor, grating against half-healed wounds. With great effort, Yugi forced his muscles to lock, preventing his body from thrashing any further. Yugi bit back a moan of pain when someone, presumably his captor, dragged him up by his bound wrists, tugging him across the floor.

“K-kai..” Yugi swallowed, too weak to speak any more.

There was a snort of amusement. Then Yugi found himself thrown to land on a....bed?

“Hold still.”

Yugi felt a spark of despairing laughter echo in his mind. As if I could move.

There was a click, and Yugi found his wrists fastened to the top of the bed. No please. Not this. Not this. Nononononotthis.

Tensing himself for the worst, Yugi was shocked when Kaiba smoothed something fragrant onto the healing cuts on his back.

“Wh-y?” Yugi rasped. The sudden change from tormentor to healer confusing him.

The bed creaked slightly. “I can't hurt you if you're already in pain.” came the horrifying answer.

This time, Yugi did laugh. It was hollow, dark and resembled a harsh cough more than airy laughter. But Kaiba got the point. The hysterical tinge in it apparent.





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Three days. It had been three days since Bakura had found the Sennen Puzzle at the bottom of Domino Bay Harbour. Three days since the search for Yugi and Yami had begun, Ryou dragging his Yami into the frantic midst of the usual Yugi-tachi crew.

Honda and Jounouchi had barely stopped to sleep or eat, often out all hours of the day and night, traversing the streets of Domino for clues, anything which could help, while even the often absent Mai had flown from a shoot at Kyoto to Domino on the first overnight flight, already utilising her many contacts to put out the word both here in Domino, as well as all the nearby towns.

Anzu had mustered her old friends, including Miho, and sent them out with flyers covered with the well-known face of the petite Duel Monsters Champion, asking for information on his current whereabouts.

Yesterday, Ryou had taken it upon himself to go with Anzu to see Seto Kaiba, asking for the young multi-billionaire to aid in their search. Much to his surprise, and gratitude, Kaiba had agreed to put out the word among his employees to keep a lookout for Yugi and Yami, his eyes shadowing with worry when Ryou had told him of the bad news.

But nothing had changed.

No-one had seen Yugi, not the airport, not the taxi companies they had asked, not even the bus services could remember seeing him. Yugi was distinctive enough to not be forgotten – if he was seen, but somehow he had vanished off the face of the Earth.

Now Ryou didn't even know if his friend, someone he sometimes thought of as his best friend, was still alive.





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The room he was in was never too cold, he had been given a long white button-down shirt that fell almost to his knees, he was fed regularly, even if it was nothing more than a paste, a nutritional paste with – according to his captor, everything his body needed, and he was kept clean, the showers humiliating and debasing, since Yugi was tied up on these occasions and forced to endure having another touch him to clean him, but at least he wasn't going to get sick.

Nope, fat chance of that happening.

Kaiba had made sure Yugi knew with utter certainty that he would only allow Yugi to suffer what Kaiba chose for him. Sickness simply wasn't allowed, since it would eventually dull the senses.

In the past three days, Kaiba had become even better at his games, utilising methods which Yugi was certain he would never forget.

Yesterday it had been needles. Not just ordinary needles – no, Kaiba had created them himself in his underground lab, well, one of them anyway. He had taken great delight in describing them before using them.

Thirteen inches long, made from a durable but flexible alloy that Kaiba himself had developed, hollow-tipped and filled with tiny, microscopic tentacles which, once the needles were used, would locate the muscles and nerves closest to them and stimulate them for maximum agony.

It was a combination of pure reverse acupuncture, and neuro-technology. Amazing, and terrible.

Yesterday was also the first time that Kaiba had removed his blindfold and left it off. It seemed as though the elder teen had prepared everything he wanted, and had Yugi in the state he desired.

Yugi didn't know what terrified him more. The relief at finally being able to see his surroundings, and, when he entered, Kaiba as well, or horror at being forced to watch as each implement of his torture was laid out the night before on the table at the other side of the room where Yugi could see them, but couldn't reach.

On the table now was a set of restraints, a needle and vial of a blueish liquid, a ring-gag with dark, thick bindings, two small jars with something dark in them, a black crop, a set of black ropes and last, but by no means least, a video camera, with a stand folded up beside it.

Yugi glanced at the table again, his lips pulling in a taut line as his eyes flicked to each item in the row. He huddled up against the wall in the corner of the bed, moving the collar and chain around his neck to the side for ease of movement. Tight, but not suffocatingly so, the collar had become his only constant during the past few weeks that he had been here. The chain gave him about twenty feet of mobility, just enough to reach the toilet, but nothing else, not even the shower.

The table was at least twice that distance away.

Yugi jerked round with a flinch as the metal door opened, dim light from the outside spilling into the even darker grey-walled and stone floored room. The pleased smirk on Kaiba's face as the brunette teen stepped inside made the bottom fall out of his stomach.

Oh no, please, please not now, not so soon. It can't be that time already! It can't!

Yugi let out the breath that he hadn't realised he was holding, the sharp exhalation the only sound in the room.

Then Kaiba smiled. His ice blue eyes as hard as diamond. “Hello Yugi.” he greeted pleasantly.

Yugi kept silent and froze, not daring to move a muscle.

“I hope you haven't been waiting long. Those board meetings tend to take more time than I'd like.” Kaiba said evenly, taking off the long navy coat and placing it on one of the chairs beside the table. His long fingers brushed over the camera, then he turned his back to Yugi.

Yugi dared to take in a breath, his hands fisting in the stark white sheets beneath him. He could see the back of the black silk shirt Kaiba wore pull across his shoulders as the other teen set up the video camera facing the bed, the thin material barely concealing Kaiba's slim form, steel-strong muscles hiding within Kaiba's slender teenage build. Sometimes, when Kaiba lifted him with only one hand and threw him across the room, Yugi would wonder to himself if Kaiba had ever done experiments on himself with any of his neuro-creations.

If he had, it wouldn't be a surprise.

The way Kaiba worked, the seemingly never ending supply of energy he had, his strength, his speed, as he showed in gaining the upper hand when he drugged him fast enough to remove the Sennen Puzzle and Yami from him, as well as the odd way Kaiba had with all computers silently freaked Yugi out.

Kaiba made a few adjustments to the camera then turned, beckoning Yugi forward with an impatient flick of his hand.

“Well?” Kaiba said with an irritated air when Yugi just stared at him with wide frightened eyes. “Are you going to come here or do I have to come fetch you myself?”

The way he said the word fetch sent chills down Yugi's spine. Not waiting another second, Yugi scrambled to the edge of the bed and virtually ran to the farthest length the chain would reach toward Kaiba.

Kaiba's lips curled in amusement. “Good boy.”

Crossing the rest of the way to Yugi, Kaiba trailed one tanned hand down Yugi's pale face to his chin then down the slender column of his neck, his hand stopping at the top button of the white shirt the small youth before him wore. He had chosen the shirt for a reason. It emphasised Yugi's almost girlish figure, the overlarge material spilling over too-small shoulders and covering tiny hands with the cool material, down to the slim, white, smooth thighs that peeked out from the edge of the shirt.

It made Yugi look even more vulnerable than he was, in a way that him being completely naked simply couldn't accomplish. It was the feeling of anticipation each time Kaiba undressed his 'prize' that kept the constant need high.

Not to mention how easy they were to buy and replace. No one would associate Kaiba's buying a pack of white dress shirts with any suspicion, just as all his other planning meant that nothing else odd had to be bought which could bring the focus of Yugi's kidnapping to his own doorstep. Leaning forward a fraction, close enough that he could smell the peach-scented shampoo he'd bought for Yugi's use on those long tri-coloured spikes of hair, Kaiba flicked open the row of buttons down the front of the white shirt.

The closer he got to Yugi's waist the more Yugi would begin to tremble, until he would have to force himself to stand still while Kaiba pulled the cool material off him completely.

Kaiba loved that moment.

The look of haunted vulnerability, of abject helplessness went straight to Kaiba's groin, sending sparks of liquid fire coursing through his veins.

Oh how he loved that moment.

Kaiba flicked open the last button, tilting Yugi's head up when the small teen tried to look away, a deep crimson flush of embarrassment flooding his skin from his cheeks down, and pushed the material until it fell from Yugi's delicately-boned shoulders, coming to rest halfway down Yugi's arms, framing his body while hiding nothing.

“Open your mouth.” Kaiba whispered softly, the hint of steel barely disguised in his husky voice.

Yugi's bottom lip trembled, but he didn't dare disobey, not after the last 'punishment' when he refused.

Kaiba licked Yugi's bottom lip, slipping his tongue inside the warmth of Yugi's mouth, a low moan escaping at the frightened shudder that ran through Yugi's body as Kaiba pressed himself against the much smaller teen.

One hand drifted down gently until it reached the end of the fabric, before Kaiba yanked it off Yugi's trapped arms in one swift movement, sending Yugi crashing to the floor at Kaiba's feet, knees bent awkwardly, his body twisted and his breath coming in fast gulps.

Kaiba turned on his heel, striding towards the table. He paused just long enough to grab the gag and ropes, walking back with a gleam in his eyes as Yugi climbed unsteadily back to his feet. He held up the gag.

“Open.” Kaiba commanded Yugi, holding the metal and leather contraption up to Yugi's mouth. He secured it tightly around Yugi's head, pulling the straps taut at the back of Yugi's hair, making sure there was no leeway.

The black rope was next to be used, and Kaiba spent a few moments running the braided stiff material over Yugi's shoulders and down to his belly, deliberately brushing the thick black rope over his exposed genitals, holding Yugi still with his other hand when Yugi recoiled away from him by reflex.

The next few minutes passed by with excruciating slowness to Yugi as Kaiba took his time binding Yugi up to both keep him in one position as well as to look aesthetically pleasing. The rope was halved over Yugi's chest, with both lengths being wound around his shoulder blades three times, then sweeping down to his waist, then back up to his neck before being crossed over again.

Kaiba took his time, layering the bonds around Yugi's upper body until the rope ran out, leaving Yugi's alabaster white skin covered in diagonal diamond crosses of rope, a thick black section covering his throat, keeping his head immobile beside the collar, and with two identical bands of rope, made from at least five rows, on each of his upper arms, pulling them behind his back to his shoulders. There was another one around his waist, with two extra loops standing out at each side.

Yugi didn't want to wonder what the two loops would be used for, but seeing two more lengths of rope in his captor's hands, he knew that he would probably find out very soon.

He was right.

Kaiba took one length of thick black rope and wound it like a manacle around Yugi's right ankle three times, then led it up to Yugi's upper thigh and wound it around three times, leading it back down to wind around Yugi's slim ankle another two times, then back up to his thigh, threading it through the loop at Yugi's waist on the same side.

The other rope was used in the exact same way on the other side, with an excess of two hand-spans dangling down at either side of Yugi's waist.

Kaiba gave a small tug at the extra lengths of rope, suddenly forcing Yugi to kneel as his ankles were pulled without warning to his thighs. He fell down in an ungainly heap sideways, his knees hitting the stone floor painfully hard, jarring his entire body.

Well, at least now he knew what the loops were for.

Pushing himself up using his shoulders, then trying to balance on his sore knees, Yugi missed Kaiba's return to the table, or his filling of the needle with the blue liquid. When he dared to look up Kaiba was already standing in front of him, holding the needle up as he checked for air in the tube. When he was satisfied, he turned to Yugi.

“Don't move.”

Yugi froze. After the previous day he was still terrified of needles. He hadn't known it was possible to inflict so much pain with just a few jabs.

Kaiba wiped the area with a small swab with a pungent smelling alcohol. The nib of the needle went in smoothly in the flesh of his upper thigh, just next to the top section of the rope, the pain completely negligible in the light of previous events. The contents were pushed in slowly as the plunger was depressed, then the needle was withdrawn when the tube was empty, Kaiba quickly pressing a small square of cotton and tape to the area to stop the small amount of bleeding.

He had been serious when he had told Yugi that he would not allow him to get sick.

He had other plans.

The needle was replaced on the table and the small jars brought back. This time, Kaiba carried them straight to the low bed, placing them on the floor by the metal headboard. He returned for Yugi, lifting him effortlessly, carrying him to the bed, the chain sliding with a rattle across the floor behind them.

He placed Yugi in the center of the bed on his back, his knees up since the ropes were still pulled taut. Ignoring the frightened expression in Yugi's eyes, Kaiba picked up and opened one of the jars, dipping his fingers into the bitter-sweet fragrant blend of odd herbs, the sticky-slick black mass coating his fingers, with the excess sliding off smoothly.

Leaning over Yugi, Kaiba rubbed the mix inside Yugi's mouth, over his lips and tongue, the ring-gag preventing Yugi from closing his mouth. Yugi gagged from the sudden feel of invasion, the thick, cloying scent making his stomach turn.

Another handful was taken out and dripped over each small nipple, Kaiba using his other hand to rub it into his skin.

Kaiba smirked suddenly, then smiled widely, white teeth glinting in the dimness of the room. His hand dipped in the jar, scooping almost the entire black mess out before Kaiba held Yugi's thigh in one hand and coated his flaccid cock with the black mix.

Yugi whimpered, trying to press away from Kaiba's hands, squirming away futilely from the embarrassment of having his private area stroked and rubbed by someone who had him as vulnerable as he was. The whimper turned into a high-pitch whine of desperation, Yugi's head thrashing against the sheets as Kaiba's careful ministrations made him respond, his arousal standing stiff in Kaiba's hands.

Don't look, don't look, Oh Kami-sama, please stop!

Yugi screwed his eyes shut, his heart pounding half in acute embarrassment, half in horrible, terrible bliss. He had known that things like this were possible...maybe not because of a guy, but he'd borrowed enough magazines from Jounouchi to be able to recognise what was happening to him.

Then Kaiba stopped, and Yugi felt a wave of relief, followed by worry. Surely Kaiba couldn't do anything more to him? And he'd stopped...right?

A second later the popping sound of the second jar being opened cut through his thoughts, and Yugi swallowed convulsively, trying to stop his mouth from forming all this saliva, his tongue had started itching and his lips felt swollen. His nipples were starting to burn and itch at the same time, the overwhelming urge to scratch made his hands curl in need.

Then Kaiba put his arm against Yugi's lower legs and lifted him, exposing the small rosebud behind his now heavy and burning/itching ball sacs. Yugi shook his head when he felt a slick finger press against his small opening, and a single digit forced it's way into his body sending a new wave of completely unfamiliar pain coursing through him. His legs felt weak, his back sparking and his chest felt tight.

Kaiba moved his finger and pushed another one in. Yugi tried to scream, but a coughed choke came out from his gagged mouth instead, saliva running down the sides of his lips and tears slowly sliding down his face to dampen the sheets.

A third finger was added and the pain increased, Yugi's small body being forced to stretch beyond anything Yugi knew, the black thick mass was being ruthlessly rubbed inside of him, the cold mess sliding inside of him, stealing the heat from his body. Then, all too soon the cold dissipated, and the heat began to build, until Yugi felt as if he were being cremated from the inside as well as from the outside.

His body shook without any conscious control, and Yugi found himself riding the waves of heat and pain. His only goal to survive the moment he was in. He had no idea how long he was thrashing, or how long he'd been in that state, but by the time it subsided to the odd shake and tremor and a dull throb and itchy burn, Yugi was slick with sweat, the cool air drying it unmercifully, adding shivers to his reactions.

He was hot, oh so hot. He felt as if were being consumed in flames. Yugi could feel himself ache, and he needed...something...desperately. Anything just to stop this damned heat.

“Yugi...” Kaiba whispered huskily, his breath sending goosebumps across his skin. “Are you burning, little Yugi? Are you feeling as if you need something desperately, something you don't quite know, but still crave?”

Yugi tried to calm his dragging breaths, small sobs and whines sounding like harsh pants from his forced-open lips.

A warm hand trailed down his neck to his chest, his nipples suddenly pinched cruelly. Yugi arched off the bed, the sudden contact easing the itch, but feeding the burn. He could feel the unfamiliar coolness of his own pre-cum dripping on his stomach, the move sending waves of painful delight shuddering through him.

“Do you know what you want, Yugi? Do you know what I've done to you?”

Yugi couldn't breathe. He wanted more, anything, just to ease the itch, just to feel that wonderful sharp bliss that seemed to echo through him. He couldn't think straight, couldn't see straight, his body was just one flame, being fed by Kaiba's touches.

The bed shifted suddenly as Kaiba stood. He stripped off his black silk shirt, letting it fall to the floor. His shoes and socks were next, then his belt, the metal clanging as it hit the floor. His trousers and briefs followed, releasing his already hard arousal, the tip leaking.

Kaiba knelt on the bed, parting Yugi's thighs. He reached down and grabbed a handful of sweat-dampened hair in one strong fist, yanking Yugi into a half-upright position.

“Oh Yugi-chan...” Kaiba breathed darkly with a grim bark of laughter. He waited for Yugi's eyes to focus, and a glimmer of understanding spark in his large innocent eyes.

“I could make this nice for you,” Kaiba continued, “but I don't want to. I want you to hurt, I want you to beg. I'm going to enjoy watching you watch this tape the next time I fuck you Yugi-chan.”

Yugi's eyes went even wider.

“But first, you're going to suck my cock with that lovely mouth of yours.” Kaiba grinned, leaning down a fraction. “Don't worry about trying not to. You don't have a choice. I control you, Yugi-chan, and I'm going to make sure you know that.”

He waited as horror filled Yugi's eyes, and the smaller teen started to struggle weakly in Kaiba's grip. Pushing Yugi's head down until his lips just brushed the tip of his cock, Kaiba paused, wiping off the pearly liquid onto Yugi's lips.

“Remember to breath, Yugi-chan.” Kaiba said before thrusting his full length into Yugi's mouth through the metal round ring-gag, not pausing while Yugi choked and fought to breathe around Kaiba's thick length.

“Oh Kami!” Kaiba threw his head back, pumping himself into Yugi's mouth. He knew that with the black mix Yugi's lips and tongue would feel even more sensitive, and that he would be unable to control the urge to wipe the liquid, and the itch, off against the only available option.

“Oh you're good, Yugi-chan.” Kaiba purred, as Yugi did exactly as he thought he would. Yugi's small tongue had flicked once against Kaiba's cock by accident, then with more vigor as Yugi realised that doing so eased the burn. To the camera it would look as if Yugi was enjoying himself, sucking Kaiba of his own accord, a look of pleasure...or maybe relief, on his pale face, his cheeks flushed a light rosy pink.

Kaiba shuddered once, then pulled back, slowly drawing his length out of Yugi's mouth. Yugi gasped and hacked, coughing awkwardly around the open-holed gag. He fell back with a gentle shove from Kaiba, landing with a small bounce against the mattress.

Lifting Yugi's thighs and opening them easily, Kaiba maneuvered himself underneath Yugi's legs, resting his cock at Yugi's slick entrance.

“Are you still a virgin Yugi-chan?” Kaiba asked, a cruel gleam in his eyes. “Or has that 'spirit' of yours fucked you yet? I know he could form a body. Did he ever touch you Yugi-chan? Did he ever put his cock up your cute little ass?”

Yugi flinched and screwed his eyes shut. Until recently, and only because of Kaiba's frequent, if rather vague insinuations, he had never even realised that two people of the same gender could have sex. His fantasies had always been naïve, youthful things. Daydreams of kissing a girl he liked, holding hands, innocence dreams. The harsh reality of his current situation was so far from his romantic, if sometimes slightly ecchi picturings that they barely compared.

The thought of Yami ever touching him in any way other than friendship seemed absurd...until now. Right now he would have given anything to have been able to trade Kaiba for the warm familiarity of his spirit partner.

Even in this current position.

Kaiba shifted a fraction, his hands holding Yugi's hips firmly, pulling Yugi's attention to him in fear-filled expectation. Then he pushed in, slowly, just enough to open Yugi up. He paused, panting, enjoying the frantic squirming from Yugi's trembling body, and the pained high-pitched keen that was torn from his throat.

Kaiba thrust in fully in one swift move, and Yugi screamed, his eyes rolling back into his head at the terrible intrusion. The final, complete violation of his body almost too much for him to bear. Then Kaiba moved, pulling out, then thrusting back in deeply, and Yugi couldn't even begin to think at the pain that shot down every nerve of his body, the wracking, darting spikes of almost electric agony firing his back up into one large mass of abused flesh.

The burn, the itch, became inconsequential. Nothing compared to this. Yugi had been beaten for years, had been kicked around and punched, had had his skin split and his flesh bruised for many, many years, before his friendship with Jounouchi and the others, and before the protection afforded him by Yami.

But still, none of that even echoed the torment he was in now. This pain reached beyond his body. Kaiba had proved his talent at hurting him, first crudely with the whip that had been used only twice, the electricity, the needles, and in between those occasions there had been lesser beatings, injections which caused his body to wrack with agony and convulse uncontrollably.

But this...Yugi could feel his innocence shattering, crumbling to be trodden beneath Kaiba's boots.

If he was ever rescued, would there be anything of him left for it to matter?

Kaiba moved again, and everything fled into the overwhelming feel and pain of his insides being stretched unmercifully with Kaiba's thrusting cock, in the scent of salty sweat, and the noise of Kaiba's pleased grunts and moans, lost in the thrashing of his own body, in the tears that would not stop, in the wail that bled to be let out of Yugi's throat at the agony and injustice of his rape.

“Yugi...” Kaiba gasped, his movements speeding up as he neared climax, “so damned tight!” He came with a roar, falling forward, propped up on one arm barely a millimeter over Yugi's shivering body. His eyes were shut, and a bead of sweat rolled down his chest, landing against the skin of Yugi's neck.

“You'd make a good whore, Yugi-chan.” Kaiba said, trying to catch his breath. “So responsive, so tight. All that squirming and clenching of your muscles. Little tease.” He undid the buckles of the gag, throwing the ring of metal and leather straps to the floor, a small clink echoing when it landed.

He rolled over, to his back beside Yugi, ignoring the coughs and crack of Yugi's jaw as the small teen tried to close his sore mouth, not seeing the wince on Yugi's face as he pulled out of him.

“You were good Yugi-chan,” Kaiba started, a sated half-tilted cross between a smile and his usual smirk re-surfacing, “...but you're not finished yet.”

Yugi tried to move his head, not daring to look at Kaiba.

Kaiba loosened the rope at Yugi's waist, allowing Yugi's ankles to fall from where they had been brought up to his thighs. He sat up slightly, lifting Yugi up and pushing Yugi's face down to his now flaccid and essence covered cock.

“Clean me up...with your mouth.” Kaiba commanded, laying back again with a pillow under his head so he could watch.

Yugi blanched.

“Don't make me wait, Yugi-chan.” Kaiba said darkly, “You really don't want to make me mad.”

Yugi moved his head forward, balancing awkwardly with his arms still strapped behind his back. He gave a tentative lick, shuddering at the bitter-salty taste of himself and Kaiba.

“Good boy Yugi.” Kaiba said, pleased.





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The door shut with a soft click.

“Anything?” Jounouchi asked, as he entered the kitchen.

Ryou shook his head. “No, nothing. Because Yugi made arrangements to go to Egypt, the police aren't concerned that he can't be found here. They put out a general notice, but they aren't going to actively look for him. They said that since Yugi became famous so suddenly, and because of his 'private and shy' nature that he's probably just laying low until school starts again next year.”

“But, Yugi would never just leave without saying goodbye.” Jounouchi said grimly, “He may have vanished on the same day he meant to leave, but he disappeared in the morning. He had a late afternoon plane ticket. Can't they see that something just isn't right there?”

Ryou shook his head. “Let's just hope he's safe.”

Jounouchi's amber eyes darkened. Or alive. But he didn't voice the thought.





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TBC...

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