Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Trapped in the Dark ❯ Joey's Bad Day ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! I don't own any of the characters! All I own is the plot to this story.

 

Warning: swearing, Seto AND Yugi being cruel to Joey, HENTAI!! male/male/male! Another Joey x Marik x Malik scene!!

 

Jodine16: I've had a very busy month, with school project and a badminton tournament (which I got third in if you want to know). That's my reason for not updating for such a long time. I'm very sorry, and I hope you all enjoy! Moreover, for the next two months I have soccer practice and games to be at, so I'll try hard to update as soon as I can.

 

/…/ = Yugi's thoughts

//…// = Yami's thoughts

{…} = Joey's thoughts

\...\ = Malik's thoughts

\\...\\ = Marik's thoughts

 

 

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Chapter Seven- Joey's Bad Day

 

Yugi awoke, sometime later, in the school infirmary. He sat up quickly, breathing hard, his eyes wide with fear as he looked around. He didn't notice a certain brunet sitting beside him, as the small boy opened his side of his link, calling out to his darkness.

 

/Yami!!/

 

//Aibou, are you alright?!// Yami's voice was a mixture of worry and relief. //What happened? Why did you pass out?!//

 

Figuring he was alone in the small sick-room, Yugi laid back down, using Yami's Shadow Magic to appear in his Soul Room. He ran for the door, ignoring the cold and emptiness the his room gave him. After swinging the door open, he made a beeline for Yami's Room. The second he opened Yami's door, he found himself enveloped in warm, comforting arms.

 

Yami held him close as Yugi cried. His hikari's crying painfully reminded him of when he had broken free of Marik's Shadow Magic and used his own brand of Magic to free Yugi from Malik, Marik, and their disgusting beast's clutches.

 

The ancient spirit led Yugi to his bed, where he proceeded to pull him into his lap. Yami started whispering gentle comforting words of comfort into the sobbing boy's ear, Yami's free hand gently caressing his cheek.

 

“So, he's back?” Yami said after a minute of silence.

 

Yugi nodded, uncertain as to where or not that was a statement of a question. “Yami, wh-what do I do? I c-can't avoid school and avoiding him d-during school will probably be even harder.”

 

Yami had a thoughtful look on his face for a moment before he spoke. “Well, I did have this idea…”

 

“Yug?”

 

The two look-a-likes looked at the Egyptian themed mirror, which was against a nearby wall. They could see Joey, Ryou, Tristan, and Otogi looking extremely worried.

 

Yami's eyes narrowed when he saw familiar tanned skin and short spiky hair. “What the hell is Bakura doing here?!” He growled.

 

“I guess I forgot to shut my eyes or something,” Yugi said meekly. “I better go.”

 

Yami nodded, a soft smile on his face, as he led his light out of the room. “I'll be with you shortly.”

 

“Okay.” Yugi gave him hug before going back to his room and disappearing into reality.

 

Yugi blinked his dry eyes several times, his eyes focusing on the sight before him. Joey and Bakura; the amber eyed teen being held back be Tristan and Otogi while Ryou held back his dark.

 

“I told you before, mutt, the Pharaoh's light isn't dead!” Bakura snarled his once brown eyes now crimson and murderous.

 

“Den why 're his eyes open an' blank?!” Joey snapped back.

 

“I should have known that having a pea-size brain would make you too stupid to comprehend what I'm trying to tell you,” Bakura muttered, trying to keep his face straight; the look on the blond's face was priceless.

 

“Why I otta-!”

 

“Joey, I'm okay.” Joey looked over to see the small duelist in Seto's arms (Seto wasn't in Yugi's line of vision because he was sitting behind him and he knew that Yugi would want to go to his yami for comfort first before facing reality).

 

“See? What'd I tell ya, mutt? The kid's just fine,” Bakura said, an air of smugness in his voice. He gently pulled himself from his hikari's grip.

 

Joey growled; the stress and pressure from the last few months finally getting to him. He did the only thing he could think of to get rid of some of it.

 

There was a sickening crunch (or crack I don't know) then a loud thud, followed by four gasps and a pair of wide eyes. Joey withdrew his fist, glaring down at Bakura, who was now sporting a bloody, broken nose.

 

“I told ya ta stop wit da name callin', but noooo, ya couldn't be a lil civil an' call me by my given name,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his nostrils flaring.

 

 

Yugi shivered. His best friend's voice reminded him way too much of Malik when the Egyptian was pissed. “Joey…”

 

“No, ya know what? I'm goin'. I ain't gonna be in da same room as dis ass if he ain't gonna be nice.” With that said, Joey stormed out of the room.

 

“Fucka,” Bakura said thickly, pinching his injured nose. “Should kill da lil' shit.”

 

“Bakura, you promised no more killing,” Ryou said, giving him a hard look. “Besides, you were one provoking him.”

 

The spirit growled under his breath, just as Yami came walking in a puzzled look on his face. He instantly went to Yugi's side, and moved him so he had his light in his lap and Seto beside him.

 

“I'm going to go and make sure Joey doesn't do anything stupid,” Tristan said, turning to leave.

 

Seto shook his head. “No, give him time to cool off.”

 

“I think we all better get home,” Otogi commented, eyeing the storm, which was going on outside.

 

“Good idea,” Ryou said, giving Bakura a handful of tissues.

 

“I'll give you all a ride,” Seto offered, lazily running his slender fingers up Yugi's arm.

 

Tristan stood, smiling. “That'd be really appreciated, Ka-Seto.”

 

“I have never fancied being a wet Pharaoh,” Yami muttered, making the others laugh, as they headed out the door.

 

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Joey sighed, watching the pouring rain and thunder show that was going on outside. {Looks like it ain't gonna let anytime soon,} he thought, turning his gaze to his surroundings. He had retreated to the Domino Library after his little dispute with Bakura. {Bastard, he deserved what he got.} Joey stood leaving the library, not wanting to go home. {Maybe I could go over ta Seto's…wait, did I jus' call him Seto? Meh, whatever.} Joey searched his pockets, looking for the cell phone Tristan gave him for Christmas. {Shit, I forgot it in my locker.} Groaning, the blond walked out of the main hallway, which led to the library, city hall, and grand entrance doors. He headed through them and into the icy rain.

 

Joey was about five blocks away from the library, when he saw a parked limo and a familiar CEO and tri-color haired boy walking under an umbrella towards the vehicle.

 

“Hey, Seto! Yug! Wait up!” Joey ran towards them but stopped dead when he was given twin looks of coldness.

 

“What do you want?” Yugi sneer.

 

“Uh, Yug, it's me, Joey Wheeler, Duelist extraordinaire?” Joey said taken aback, shocked at how stuck up the teen's voice was.

 

“Mutt, you're wasting our time,” Seto said in a bored voice, looking at his watch.

 

Joey blinked, before sneezing. “Well, ya always said I could go ta yer house if things at home got too rough.”

 

Seto looked down at Yugi, before the too burst out in laughter, making Joey take a step away from them. “I can't believe you actually fell for that. You really are a dumb little shit.”

 

“Bu-But…” Joey stammered, wiping soaked, blond locks from his eyes. What the hell was going on here? “Yug, what's-”

 

“Listen, Wheeler, I haven't and I never will take in stray mutts,” Seto growled, wrapping a possessive arm around Yugi's waist. “Just go back to the dumpster that you were born in.” He turned his attention to Yugi, his eyes becoming lustful. “Come love; let's get home before we catch pneumonia.”

 

“Hmph, dumb dog,” Yugi said with a snotty voice. “Bakura's going to put you in your place when he finds you. He'll probably send you to the Shadow Realm, where you belong,” he added.

 

Joey stared at them as they climbed into the waiting limo. The second the door shut, the limo screeched off, spraying the devastated teen with water.

 

“Why…?” Joey whispered, looking down, letting a small sob escape his lips.

 

\You look cold, pet.\

 

Joey's head shot up. “Master?” He looked up and down the street, seeing only semi darkness, rain, and the odd car passing by.

 

\You'll find us at the usual meeting spot.\

 

“Hai, Master,” Joey murmured softly, running off in the direction of the Domino's port.

 

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Meanwhile…

 

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Seto slammed the phone down on the receiver, rubbing the bridge of his.

 

“So?” Yugi asked, sitting down in Yami's lap, a mug of tea in hand.

 

“Well, from what I could hear through his shouting, Joey's not at home,” Seto said, sitting down beside the two look-a-likes.

 

Mokuba, who was sitting on the floor in front of his older brother, had a look of worry on his face. “Where do you think he might be big brother?” he asked.

 

“I-”

 

“Master Kaiba!” The four turned to see one of Seto's maids come running into the room, a piece of paper clutched in her small fist.

 

“Yes, Marie?” Seto asked, startled by her entrance.

 

“Do you remember back in the middle of January when you asked me to together that suspicious looking note?” Seto nodded. “Well I finished piecing it together-I'm sorry it took so long- and I think Mr. Wheeler is in great danger!” She quickly handed him the note, trying to remain calm.

 

Seto's eyes widened he read the contents of the note.

 

To our little slave boy,

 

I hope you enjoyed yourself because we're certainly did.

I decided to help you out a little by popping your ankle

back in place, although I think it's probably sprained

now. But, I'm certain you can make up a cover story

for it. Marik healed your tight ass so it wouldn't bleed

everywhere, however it's going to be sore, but I'm sure

you like that. So anyway, we'll see you sooner than you

think, little slave.

 

~Master Malik

 

PS. Destroy this note or else.

 

Yugi, who was reading over Seto's shoulder (along with Yami and Mokuba), gasped. “W-We have to find him! For all we know, he could be with th-them!”

 

Seto stood quickly, almost causing Yugi to fall forward, for he was using Seto to support most of his weight. “I'm going out to find him. You three stay here.”

 

“But-” Yugi started to protest, but Seto pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him.

 

“No, Yugi, I don't want them getting their sick hands on you again. You're best off to stay here with Yami. I'll be fine.” He gave them each a deep, loving, but brief, kiss before turning his attention to Mokuba. He gave his little brother a tight hug, which was returned. “I'll be back before you know it, Mokie,” he said softly.

 

Mokuba's chest fluttered a little when he heard his nickname for the first time in years. “You better be or else!”

 

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Joey closed the big, wooden doors, looking around, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the warehouse quickly. “Master?” He called out softly. “Where are you?” He jumped a little when he heard cruel, dark laughter, echoing off the walls.

 

\\Seems as though we won't have to beat him for disobedience anymore.\\

 

\Come now, Marik, he needs comfort, especially after what big bad Kaiba and little innocent Mouto did to him.\

 

Joey heard Marik sigh. \\I suppose you have a point. Turn around, little Joey. There's a portal to the Shadow Realm, now, be quick.\\

 

“Hai, master,” Joey murmured, turning around. Sure enough, there was the portal, along with all it's foggy purple and jet black glory. As Joey went through, he though he heard his name being called out.

 

The blond's eyes were wide with surprise as the portal disappeared. In front of him was a great Egyptian palace. The front of it had many pillars, all adorning hieroglyphs around them. As he started walking through, he saw several statues that represented Egyptian gods.

 

\Follow the light, my pet.\ A little golden ball of light appeared in front of Joey and started floating towards an entrance to the magnificent palace.

 

One main entrance, three flights of stairs, and two hallways later, Joey's eye's went wide again at the sight before him.

 

Marik and Malik, naked, making out in a room at the end of the hall, appearing as though they weren't stopping anytime soon unless some godly power forced them to.

 

\Take you clothes off, pet.\ Joey murmured a small `Hai, Master,' made short, quick work of his dripping wet attire. He sat down near the end of the bed, awaiting orders. He was rather curious as to why they were here, but he knew better than to ask.

 

Marik, who was on top of his lighter half, sat up, straddling Malik, a smug smirk on his face, which Joey didn't see. “Come here, puppy,” he said, looking over a Joey.

 

“Hai, Master,” he whispered softly. Keeping his head bowed low, he crawled over to them.

 

“Now, now, pet, look up,” Malik said, pulling the amber-eyed teen to lie down beside him.

 

Marik moved so he was spooned up behind Joey, his erection pressing into Joey's back. He chuckled into Joey's ear, giving the flesh a lick. “You may speak,” he said, knowing the blond had a question.

 

“Wh-Why are we here, sir?” He asked, looking into Malik's lilac eyes.

 

“Well, it is warmer in here than out there, don't you think?” Malik replied, pressing butterfly kisses to Joey's collar bone. Joey let out a tiny whimper as the Egyptian behind him bit down on his ear. He had a point; fucking in a snow bank in Alaska was warmer than the grounds in the Shadow Realm.

 

The blond closed his eyes as Malik captured his lips, his tongue probing for entrance, which was given to him. Joey's hands moved up to stroke Malik, but they were caught from behind. Marik moved from behind Joey, and pushed him so he was on his back with Malik and Marik staring down at him, each straddling one of his legs.

 

“Don't touch, pet,” Malik purred, running his fingers up Joey's thigh, receiving a poorly concealed shudder from the teen below him.

 

“Yes, you're in pain,” Marik said, copying his hikari's motions. “Let us comfort you.” Joey didn't know what to say; was this a trick, or were they actually being serious?

 

Seeing the uncertainty in his eyes, Marik leaned down, kissing him deeply, while Malik took him to his mouth. Joey cried out against Marik's mouth, arching into the wet heat. Marik start ravishing his mouth, while Malik sucked on his tip, before he took all of Joey's meat to the back of his throat, and started bobbing his head.

 

Joey felt as though he were in heaven. Never, in his life, had anyone given him a blowjob before; it was usually the other way around. {I hope dis las's fer ever,} he thought before his mind completely turned to mush. While he was withering, he didn't notice the exchange of oils until he felt warming hands on his bruised stomach, slowly moving, healing the external and internal wounds. “Ma- uhhhh...oh god…feels good,” he said when Marik left his mouth for his neck, which the insane yami proceeded to heal.

 

By the time Joey screamed his release, the two Egyptians above him had completely healed him.

 

“Tsk, tsk, neither of us said you could release, puppy,” Marik said, running his fingers through the panting amber-eyed teen's damp locks.

 

Joey's eyes widened when he realized this. “Please don't punish Slave!!” he begged. “Please, master, I-Slave didn't mean to! I-It was an accident!! S-Slave won't let it happen again! Please, master.”

 

Marik laughed, while Malik chuckled. “Hush, little Joey, we won't,” Malik said, kissing the terrified blond's nose.

 

\\He's so well trained,\\ Marik commented through his link to Malik.

 

\He is,\ Malik agreed. \Let's make sure it stays that way.\

 

The two look-a-likes (A/N: Hardly!) switched their positions and, before Joey could say anything more, Malik slammed down on him (after getting him hard again), while Marik pushed into him till he was at the hilt. Joey screamed out, his length already throbbing for release. The two stayed that way, so Joey could catch his breath.

 

Joey finally got his thoughts and guts together to look up at Malik. “Master, why-?” Malik leaned down kissing him, silencing the questioning boy beneath him.

 

“Like Marik said, you need comfort and we're giving it to you in the best was possible,” Malik said, giving his hips a gentle rock, making Joey gasp out softly. Slowly, the two started moving, enjoying the small noises their slave was making.

 

Soon, Malik was slamming down on Joey's stiff member, while Marik was repeatedly thrusting into the teen's prostate.

 

“M-Master, please…uhhhh…Malik…let Slave come…gods…Marik,” Joey moaned, withering, his body twitching from holding back his release for so long. His fingers slowly made their way to Malik's neglected member, and was soon pumping it quickly, trying to please his master as much as possible.

 

\\Should we?\\

 

\Mmmm…He has held in for a long time.\

 

\\True.\\

 

“Come, Joey, scream your pleasure to us,” Malik hissed, then groaned when his own prostate was hit.

 

Joey did just that; his body was blown into convulsions as he came, his screams echoing throughout the Shadow Realm.

 

When he came back to reality, he found himself in between the two Egyptian, Marik behind him, while Malik was in front of him.

 

“Hello, pet,” Malik said, gently stroking Joey's chest.

 

Joey made sure he didn't make any eye contact, for he was still trying to come down from his sexual high. “Hello master,” he whispered.

 

He could feel Marik breath on his neck, as the yami spoke. “Do you feel better, pup?”

 

Malik smirked a little when he saw a smile on Joey's face. “Hai, master, Slave does.”

 

“Good, now get some rest,” Malik said, kissing him lightly.

 

Joey buried his face into the pillows, a smile on his face. “I love you,” he whispered to them, drifting off to sleep.

 

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Ryou grumbled as he held his umbrella closer to himself. He was heading home after making a deposit at the bank. [Well, at least I'm only two blocks away from- what's Joey doing out here?!] He tried to call out to his friend, but a boom of thunder drowned him out. Curiosity getting the better of him, Ryou followed him. His curiosity became even greater when Joey headed off to the warehouses that were near the Domino docks. [Why's he going in here?] Ryou blinked when Joey went into one of the warehouses, sliding the door shut behind him. The white haired teen went to a nearby dusty, broken window, peering inside.

 

He saw Joey jump and then the little hikari heard a voice he thought he'd never hear again.

 

“Seems as though we won't have to beat him for disobedience anymore.”

 

“Come now, Marik, he needs comfort, especially after what big bad Kaiba and little innocent Mouto did to him.”

 

Ryou heard the cruel yami sigh. “I suppose you have a point. Turn around, little Joey. There's a portal to the Shadow Realm, now, be quick.”

 

Ryou's eyes widened when he heard Joey murmur, “Hi, master,” face the portal, that was opening behind him,

 

“Joey!! Wait!” Ryou called out, as the blond disappear into it. Suddenly, he felt a hand roughly clamp onto his shoulder and he let out a screech, swinging his umbrella to hit his attacker.

 

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Jodine16: you guys must really hate me for all these damn cliffies. I'm going to try to post the next chapter before or during the weekend. Later days!!