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This is my version of the story Sold whose author is 'QueenOpalay the StateAlchemist', which means that the theme/idea of the story is not mine. I read this story and I wanted to put my own twist on it, so I asked the author for permission, permission was granted, so now I'm able to do it. J

This is also my first attempt at fan fiction, so please don't be mean. Constructive criticism is welcome, so if anyone notices something that I could do better, please tell me, it will be helpful to know what I need to work on for any other fan fiction that I want to write. I'm so nervous to post this…

Well I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Junjo Romantica or the original idea for this story… sadly…

Chapter 1

"Ok, Takahiro, if you lose this hand, I get your brother." Said the man.

"Don't get your hopes up Takki, I wont lose." said Takahiro. They were playing Poker and Takahiro put Misaki up as the wager, not thinking that if he lost, he would really have to give Misaki to this man.

"Just remember the bet, if you lose this hand, I get your brother as my…servant… until you pay back the money that you've borrowed from me. And if I lose, you wont have to pay me back and I'll even give you a hundred thousand more yen." said Takki. Unfortunately, the temptation of that amount of money was far too great for Takahiro, he also didn't know that if Takki actually got Misaki, he was nowhere near planning for him to be his servant. The man had slave in his mind, and not just a normal slave, one that could bring him…pleasure. (1)

"I remember."

A few minutes later, Takahiro's cell phone started to ring. He looked at the caller ID to see that his boss was calling.

"Can you hold on for a few minutes, Takki, I need to take this."

"Sure, no problem." Takahiro left the room so he could take the call in private which was much to Takki's liking. He quickly looked at Takahiro's cards and saw that his hand was really good and he would win if he played it. Takki really wanted Misaki, so as fast as he could, he switched his cards with Takahiro's.

After about ten minutes, Takahiro returned to the room.

"Sorry about that, it was my boss and he had a few things to go over with me."

"Don't worry about it. Anyway, lets get on with the game. Play 'em." Takki said with a confident smirk on his face. Takahiro played his cards, and being the slight airhead that he is, didn't notice that they were different.

"Oh, that's a really bad hand." Takki said. The excitement in in voice was starting to grow due to the knowledge that he would soon have a new toy to play with.

"Why?" You could hear a hint of worry and nervousness in Takahiro's voice as he asked this.

"This is why." Takki said this as he showed him his cards. "You lose."

Takahiro just sat in his chair speechless, not making a move. After a few minutes, everything was finally coming to a realization in his mind. The fact that he now had to give his little brother to this man started to flood in his head.

"You know what this means right, Misaki is mine until you repay me."

After a few minutes of silence, Takahiro finally spoke.

"I-I don't think I can do that."

"Well why not? You bet, you lost, you have to pay up. You are his legal guardian right? Which means that you have legal custody of him and that he is yours to do with as you please. So there should be no problem with you giving him to me until I get my money back."

Takahiro really didn't know what to do. As much as he hated it, Takki was right. He, out of his own will, put Misaki up as the wager. Which now meant that he would have to take responsibility for what he did and give Misaki to him. He figured that it wouldn't be so horrible for his beloved little brother anyway. He trusted Takki and was almost positive that Takki wouldn't do anything bad to him.

"I…. um…. I… your right." Takahiro sighed. "I'm putting my trust in you to treat my brother well and if I find out that you mistreated him… I swear on my parent's grave that I'll give you hell."

"Of course Takahiro. Don't worry, he's in good hands, you can trust me." Takahiro, sadly, was a trusting man and believed that he was really going to take good care of Misaki.

After a few minutes of silence, Takki told Takahiro to take him to the home where Misaki was currently living in.

About 20 minutes later, they arrived at the residence of Usami Akihko.

"Misaki, are you doing anything important at the moment?" Called a certain silver-haired author by the nickname of 'Usagi-san'.

"I'm cooking, why do you ask?" Replied a small, emerald-eyed teenager.

Suddenly Misaki felt a pair of oh too arms wrap around his waist. He was starting to get a good idea of what his lover wanted.

"Why you ask? Well because I need to fill up on Misaki of course."

'That's what I figured' The little uke thought to himself

Usagi-san started to kiss and nip up and down Misaki's neck. Misaki was trying very hard to suppress the moans that were dangerously close to escaping his lips, which he was surprisingly successful in doing.

"U-Usagi-san…c-can't this wait until after I'm d-done cooking?"

"We can always eat out, besides right now I'm hungry for my delicious Misaki.

"I-I'm not on the menu."

"My dear boy, you're always on the menu, silly. I would hope that you'd know that by now."

Sad but true. Misaki really wasn't in the mood to be eaten at the moment because of all the things he had to get done. So, while he was thinking of possible ways to break free from the perverted rabbit, the doorbell rang.

"I-I'll get it!"

"No, I'll get it. You should finish cooking, while you can that is." One of Usagi's famous smirks appeared on his face.

As Usagi opened the door, there stood Takahiro, and… someone he didn't know.

(1) so really a sex slave if you didn't understand what I was getting at.

Well that's chapter 1. I hope you enjoyed, and if you didn't… sorry, I'm new at this. Well, please review!