Disclaimer: I own nothing of DNANGEL and I own nothing of the characters!

Authors note: The sadistic me had managed to leap-frog my highly caffeine-full happy bappy emo me and made me write this. Its not a one shot but it will be very short, probably only two or three chapters. Review if you like it!

By the way this takes place in some kind of alternate reality… for now… ;-)

Chapter one

Satoshi looked at the redhead with sorrow and loss, he was kneeling with his ribs against a rather royal looking blonde's leg, arms folded on his lap the way his master made him. He was wearing only a pair of black short boxers, bound at the wrists and neck with leather straps all connected with chrome chains. The chains were also connected to something else, a leash. The blond holding the leash noticed Satoshi's intense stare.

"Are you watching my pet again?" He called a smirk forming on his lips, "You always seem to be." Satoshi fought off a blush. The only reason he came to this club was to look at the young boy. He never felt comfortable around these 'masters' and their 'pets', the idea of owning some one make him sick and yet…

"Are you interested in purchasing him?" The blond drawled leaning back into his chair, Daisuke looked interested and hopeful. Being traded was always a scary thought, but the blond beat him in the worst of ways. Pets were supposed to do what ever their masters wished, they cleaned they cooked they allowed their master to take them at any moment, but the blond didn't only do what was in the codes. He loved to break the boy, then build him up again and tear him down. He striped him of his human rights, he made him feel worth less then dirt.

The redhead had been caught stealing from the taller man, he had only been taking a few yen, just enough to pay for food, which he hadn't seen for days but his punishment had been decided all the same. He was to pay the man back with his body, doing whatever he requested.

"I am." Satoshi nodded.

"There's quite the hefty price on his head." The blond, known around here as Krad, drawled.

"I've got five hundred thousand yen." Satoshi answered quickly, reaching into his pocket to pull out a few hundred yen to prove his willingness.

"Yen, money, pounds, what have you. Point is there isn't enough in the world to buy this pretty boy." He said with the most uncaring voice possible, as he fingered the boy's fiery strands. The boy closed his eyes in disgust but knew better then to pull away, all the same, he'd be punished for the flinch.

"And why would that be?" Satoshi asked reluctantly. Krad smirked, lacing his fingers with the chain were it met the collar.

"His name is Daisuke, he's only sixteen." Krad thrust the boy up with one hand making him gasp for breath as the leather strap dramatically limited his breathing. Krad licked a gentle line from his shoulder to his jaw, "Baby soft skin." He pushed the boys face against his chest running his fingers along the scars on his back and hips displaying them, "And no matter what you do to it, it will always be sickeningly soft." The blond threw Daisuke down not caring as he fell into a painful heap, "And he's got quiet the mou- Sit back the way you were!" Daisuke hurried to sit back in the way he originally was.

One of Krads hands grabbed the pets throat and chin pushing it up while the other hand forced his forehead down, running a finger on his lower hand over the rosy lips, "as I was saying, he's got quite the mouth on him."

"What could I bring you for him?" Satoshi asked trying desperately not to look stimulated by the site.

"He's my favorite pet. I sold all the rest." He slid the finger deep into Daisuke's mouth, "Suck." He grunted jerking his hips slightly, the boy closed his lips around the finger, "But you bring me a substitute pet, I'll gladly trade you." Krad winced slightly in the most aroused way possible, shoving the boys face against his hardening erection, "Deep throat." He grunted again. Daisuke quickly opened the zipper pulling out his manhood; he hesitated for a moment but then engulfed it in his mouth.

"And as you see he has no moral bounds or sense of his rights." A sadistic smirk played across his face as he hit and held Daisuke so his entire length was in his mouth, using the chain leash he whipped him across the back, "Scream!" He hissed, the pet did as he was told, the vibrations causing Krad to release down his throat.

"So as you see," Krad pushed Daisuke away from him onto the floor then pulled on the least to get him back to him. Daisuke put Krad's shaft away and redid the pants, "you'll find it difficult to replace him." Satoshi glared at Krad but nodded. He looked down for his last glance of the red head that night. Daisuke looked up at Satoshi in a pleading way whipping with the back of his hand at a drip of his masters Seed that ran down his chin.

'You will be mine, I will take such good care of you. I promise.' "I will find one for you." Satoshi left the club trying not to feel defeated, 'Someone young, with baby soft skin, rosy red lips who's not afraid to sell their soul for the boys freedom. This might take a while but I will free him if it's the last thing I do'.