Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Yu-Gi-Oh! drabble ❯ no title: Kaiba (semi-noncon) ( One-Shot )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: mae 
This ficlet is rated PG-13. Yaoi implied. Kaiba suffers the consequences of letting his guard down after a late night at the office.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 01.18.2003 | Updated On: 01.18.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 677 | Visits: 553 | Status: Completed
This ficlet is rated PG-13. Yaoi implied. Kaiba suffers the consequences of letting his guard down after a late night at the office.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 01.18.2003 | Updated On: 01.18.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 677 | Visits: 553 | Status: Completed
Fairly innocuous bit this time. Rated PG-13, I'd say, but does include semi-nc and a bound!Kaiba.
(Yes, I realize that Kaiba's a bit OOC here. I don't think he'd be this stupid to land himself in this position, either. I'm making my own fanservice here, dammit.)
Note re: drabble -- these are one-shots that I fire off in one sitting. Sure, I read them over and make sure that it still sounds as though I'm speaking english, but they're just little ficlets for fun when I'm avoiding real work. And even pretend work.
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A container of pens was knocked noisily to the ground, its contents joining paper in a random scatter to the floor, as Kaiba found himself pushed forcibly face down into his desk. For a moment, nothing penetrated Kaiba's stunned silence, but for the sound of his company's quarter financials fluttering unceremoniously to the floor.
Kaiba contemplated his options while running his fingers along the inner ridge of his desk, hoping they would caress that secret button that would alert the authorities. But before he could discretely locate the device to his salvation, his captor had caught his arms, bending them painfully backwards across the middle of his back. Kaiba grunted as the pain shot up his arms, but he'd be damned if he gave this person the benefit of hearing him cry out.
Behind him, he heard a husky chuckle, unquestionably male. Kaiba felt the man's weight press him further into his desk as he leaned forward, tch-ing disapprovingly. It spoke volumes; it proved that his captor didn't manage to manipulate him into this position without at least knowing a bit about his victim.
Kaiba struggled against his captor's restraints, but the other man was incredibly strong. His arms were roughly forced so that his wrists crossed over the other. Keeping a firm hold on his arms, the man wound a long length of rope over Kaiba's wrists. The ropes bound his wrists and were tied exceedingly tight, and its rough texture chafed Kaiba's skin as he experimentally tested his bonds.
For a moment, he felt his captor loosen his hold slightly and seized the moment to lift off the desk in an attempt for escape. He didn't get far before his body was slammed painfully back down. This time, his head impacted so violently against the surface that he saw stars. He heard the other man tch again. For the time being, he relented. He was now zero for two in his futile attempts to overcome this stranger.
Kaiba felt something smooth and cool light onto the back of his neck. It slipped its way quietly around his neck, but realization didn't dawn on Kaiba until he heard and felt the telltale signs of the end being fed through a buckle, before being fastened securely.
A collar. Kaiba was then lifted like a ragdoll off his own desk, dragged upwards by a combination of the bonds on his wrists and the apparent leash hooked onto the collar. He was manipulated and forced onto his knees in the middle of his office floor, where he blinked blearily through the lingering pain of his manhandling.
There, the man lifted Kaiba's chin roughly with his hand and finally met his eyes.
Even Kaiba couldn't suppress a gasp of surprise. "You," he hissed angrily through gritted teeth, "Did your lapdog send you to avenge him? It will take more than you think to break me."
"No, I came here on my own volition," Honda smiled down at Kaiba, "Don't worry, I'm ready. And I guarantee that you'll break before I will."
"You won't get away with this." Bound and on his knees, Kaiba continued in defiance to the end.
Honda yanked the leash taut so that Kaiba's head was pulled upwards and he was forced to sit up onto his knees. Bringing his face close, Honda caressed Kaiba's soft cheek, careful to avoid coming too close in contact with his mouth. He couldn't afford being bitten so early in the game.
"We'll see about that, dog slave."
(Yes, I realize that Kaiba's a bit OOC here. I don't think he'd be this stupid to land himself in this position, either. I'm making my own fanservice here, dammit.)
Note re: drabble -- these are one-shots that I fire off in one sitting. Sure, I read them over and make sure that it still sounds as though I'm speaking english, but they're just little ficlets for fun when I'm avoiding real work. And even pretend work.
...
A container of pens was knocked noisily to the ground, its contents joining paper in a random scatter to the floor, as Kaiba found himself pushed forcibly face down into his desk. For a moment, nothing penetrated Kaiba's stunned silence, but for the sound of his company's quarter financials fluttering unceremoniously to the floor.
Kaiba contemplated his options while running his fingers along the inner ridge of his desk, hoping they would caress that secret button that would alert the authorities. But before he could discretely locate the device to his salvation, his captor had caught his arms, bending them painfully backwards across the middle of his back. Kaiba grunted as the pain shot up his arms, but he'd be damned if he gave this person the benefit of hearing him cry out.
Behind him, he heard a husky chuckle, unquestionably male. Kaiba felt the man's weight press him further into his desk as he leaned forward, tch-ing disapprovingly. It spoke volumes; it proved that his captor didn't manage to manipulate him into this position without at least knowing a bit about his victim.
Kaiba struggled against his captor's restraints, but the other man was incredibly strong. His arms were roughly forced so that his wrists crossed over the other. Keeping a firm hold on his arms, the man wound a long length of rope over Kaiba's wrists. The ropes bound his wrists and were tied exceedingly tight, and its rough texture chafed Kaiba's skin as he experimentally tested his bonds.
For a moment, he felt his captor loosen his hold slightly and seized the moment to lift off the desk in an attempt for escape. He didn't get far before his body was slammed painfully back down. This time, his head impacted so violently against the surface that he saw stars. He heard the other man tch again. For the time being, he relented. He was now zero for two in his futile attempts to overcome this stranger.
Kaiba felt something smooth and cool light onto the back of his neck. It slipped its way quietly around his neck, but realization didn't dawn on Kaiba until he heard and felt the telltale signs of the end being fed through a buckle, before being fastened securely.
A collar. Kaiba was then lifted like a ragdoll off his own desk, dragged upwards by a combination of the bonds on his wrists and the apparent leash hooked onto the collar. He was manipulated and forced onto his knees in the middle of his office floor, where he blinked blearily through the lingering pain of his manhandling.
There, the man lifted Kaiba's chin roughly with his hand and finally met his eyes.
Even Kaiba couldn't suppress a gasp of surprise. "You," he hissed angrily through gritted teeth, "Did your lapdog send you to avenge him? It will take more than you think to break me."
"No, I came here on my own volition," Honda smiled down at Kaiba, "Don't worry, I'm ready. And I guarantee that you'll break before I will."
"You won't get away with this." Bound and on his knees, Kaiba continued in defiance to the end.
Honda yanked the leash taut so that Kaiba's head was pulled upwards and he was forced to sit up onto his knees. Bringing his face close, Honda caressed Kaiba's soft cheek, careful to avoid coming too close in contact with his mouth. He couldn't afford being bitten so early in the game.
"We'll see about that, dog slave."