Yuck, don't really like this chapter...not until the end-ish bit. As I said in the last chapter, it was really hard to meld the two points of the story from one to the other, but I did it. The rest of the story has kinds flowed from here, so hopefully, I'll be a lot happier with the results.
Warnings: Rated M for a reason, nothing too explicit in this chapter though...I'm saving that for later...hehehe!
Anyway, enjoy.
I don't own Yu-gi-oh.
Onwards!
Previously...
At 9am sharp, the doorbell rung. Yami answered and there was the man whose name they didn't know. He hadn't volunteered the information, and they didn't ask. 'Are you ready?' he asked Yami.
Yami nodded. 'Ready.'
'Can I come too?' Jou asked from the kitchen area. He had an idea he knew the answer would be no.
'Kaiba-sama gave clear instructions that I pick up Yami for the tailoring session and to return him to your home when it was done, therefore, I would assume not.'
Jou snorted. 'Whatever.' He returned to making his breakfast. 'Any idea how long it will take?'
'The measuring will only take a few minutes, but the suit has to be made and then several fittings...'
'I get it...all day.'
Yami walked quickly to the kitchen and put his arms around Jou. The night before had been tense between them after they got home, with Jou constantly telling Yami things would be fine. When they went to bed, Jou had made sure that he was going to be on Yami's mind during his evening with Kaiba, using all his skills to make Yami come three times during their love-making. But, this morning, just before the doorbell went, Yami could tell no matter how much Jou was trying to keep his anger and annoyance in check, a bit was brimming over like a stewing pot.
'I love you,' he whispered and nipped Jou's ear before turning back to leave.
Jou watched his leave and when the door shut behind them, he sighed.'I love you too,' he said to no one.
INDECENT PROPOSAL - Chapter 3
"Okay, and just spread your legs a little so I can get your in-seam...don't worry Yami-sama, I'm not going to take advantage!" The old man laughed at the look Yami gave him. "You don't want the pants to ride up in the crotch, so I have to get it right."
Blushing, Yami widened his stance and grit his teeth as the kind tailor ran the tape measure up his leg. It tickled, but as promised, the old man was delicate and did nothing unwholesome to him. "There we go," he said noting down the final measurement. "Hmm, it should be about three hours before I'll need to back here for a fitting. I believe Kaiba-sama wants you to go to the next department so you can pick out a few more items, so..."
Yami only half listened as the man gently lead him to an old woman in the next department, who was apparently going to help him pick out shirt and shoes. The woman bowed and Yami felt awkward as she showed him row after row of expensive looking shirts. When he asked her to pick one out for him, she raised an eyebrow. "You're not used to this sort of treatment, are you?" Yami shook his head. "Well, not to worry, I had an idea of what you should be wearing when I first saw you." She took his arm and she showed him a crisp white shirt, very plain, very simple. "It's not about the shirt anyway," she explained. "It's the tie that makes the outfit." She grabbed a tie that matched his ruby-red eyes. "Yes, I believe you will look very fetching with this. Since you have time, how about we try the shirt on, with the tie? We can use a standard suit that almost matches the one being made for you so you can see how handsome you will look."
Yami broke into a small smile for the first time that morning. The old woman picked upon his nerves and was making him feel more comfortable. Soon, he was wearing the suit, shirt and tie and looking in a mirror with the woman standing behind him brushing random loose fibres from him. "Yes, that looks very dashing," she said.
Yami tilted his head to the side a bit still studying his image. It was the first time he'd ever worn a tie. It felt weird, like the tie was more than a tie, like it was a noose around his neck, not physically, but sub-consciously. The first time he'd be wearing a tie and it was to impress someone he didn't even like, or want to be with.
The rest of the day followed in a bit of a blur to Yami. He was fitted and the suit was adjusted and by 4pm, it was all ready. Yami hadn't realised, but the suit was actually a dark brown as opposed to black, and when he finally tried on the suit and shirt and tie, along with the new shoes to match, the overall effect the brown gave him was astounding. Both the old man and old woman looked at him approvingly. He couldn't wait to show Jounouchi.
The limo dropped him off back at their place at 5pm and he was told it would be back at 7pm to pick him up to take him to dinner, so he had two hours to prepare. He didn't want to make too much effort and thought he would just throw the new clothes on at the last moment, but when he got indoors and hung the suit up on the back of the bedroom door, he felt he maybe should make a little more effort than none.
Jou had left him a note to say he'd be back at 6pm as he had hard of a job prospect down town and was going to try out for that. So, Yami prepared some food for Jou for when he came back, and then jumped in the shower.
When he emerged, Jou was already home and was looking at the suit.
"How did the interview go?"
"Didn'tget in to see anyone. It was a pitch up and interview and the minute they saw my name, they told me the position had been filled. As I was leaving, I heard them call the next applicant." He shrugged. "Someone definitely has a bee in their bonnet about me. I'm unemployable." He fingered the suit feeling the lush material. "Nice," he mumbled.
"Er, yes, isn't it?"
"And you've had a shower."
Yami knew hat he was getting at, but ddn't want to potentailly start a conversation about the impending 'date'. It was hard enough on his boyfriend as it was. "I always have a shower, everyday."
"I know."
They looked at each other for a few short seconds, then Yami started towelling his hair dry. Without warning, Jou snatched the towel and began drying his hair for him. Yami let him do it, knowing that Jou was upset and this apparent act of kindness was a distraction from doing something else, like punching a wall.
"Ya know he's probably gonna..."
"I know."
Jou's stopped moving and they stood opposite each other, Yami's head bowed under the weight of his boyfriend's hands and covered by the towel, and Jou's under the weight of the situation. "Just...please be careful."
"I will."
Jou lifted his hands from Yami's head and put it on his shoulders. Yami looked up into chocolate brown eyes. Jou was smiling softly at him. "Don't have too much fun, okay?"
Yami returned the smile. "I will have a horrible time, I promise."
The limo dropped Yami outside a very posh restaurant in the middle of Domino. "They know you're coming and will direct you to Kaiba-sama's table. He's not there yet, but will be along shortly. In the mean time, you are to have a drink...to relax you," the driver told him, no...ordered him.
Yami entered through the door, which was opened for him by a doorman. Soft piano music filled his ears and he looked round. A gorgeous chandelier adorned the ceiling and the room was huge, well lit and filled with couples and business partners, discussing things quietly. Waiters bustled busily around hoping to get big tips that night.
"May I help you, sir?" someone asked him.
"Uh..." He looked at the Maitre 'd, who looked at him like he clearly didn't belong in a place like this. "I am meeting Seto Kaiba. I was told to wait at his table."
"Ah!" the man said, suddenly gushing. "Forgive my rudeness, Yami-sama. Please, allow me to take you personally."
The man lead Yami through the restaurant and the whole way, the diminutive teen felt like he was on display. People would look up from their plates and watch him go passed, some whispered. Did they know he was basically Seto Kaiba's whore for the night?
Kaiba's usual table ended up being in a small alcove away from prying eyes, but not so tucked away that it would be ignored. The Maitre 'd pulled a chair out for him opposite the entrance to the small area, and he sat, feeling a little foolish as he was pushed in. "What would you like to drink?"
"Well, actually, I'm only..."
The man put his hand up to silence the boy. "I will bring you a small selection, and you can choose for yourself."
"Er, yes, but I'm under..." The man swept out of the alcove before Yami had a chance to complete his sentence. "...age." He sighed. Well, they could bring him a selection of whatever they liked; he would not drink any alcohol.
He folded his hands into his lap and waited. And waited. And waited. The selection of drinks never arrived, maybe due to his interrupted protests, but neither did Kaiba. He was starting to wonder if the CEO had somehow forgotten their 'date', and was about to get up to leave when a waiter entered.
"Kaiba-sama is on his way, and apologises for his delay." This was all he said, and put a large glass of wine in front of him. He then left.
Yami sighed and sat back down. It was a few minutes later that Kaiba himself swept into the alcove. "Forgive my delay," he said sitting down angrily in the chair to the left of Yami's. "Some idiots at work kept me from leaving on time. They no longer work for me."
Yami simply nodded his acquiescence feeling sorry for anyone who got on the great Seto Kaiba's bad side and waited for the blue-eyed man to make the next move. He had no idea how Kaiba wanted to play out this little charade of theirs. Why hadn't he just got him to go straight to his mansion so he could fuck him. He was about to ask as much when Kaiba got up off the chair and leaned over him.
"You look absolutely stunning," he murmured and held his chin before planting a soft kiss on Yami's lips. Yami immediately pulled away and Kaiba grinned. "Still want to play that way? Very well, I will continue to wine and dine you." He sat back down and took a sip of Yami's untouched wine. "You're not drinking?"
"You know very well that we're under age to drink."
"Nonsense. Here and pretty much anywhere, I do what I want. I have perfect control." He took another large sip, but before he swallowed, he grabbed Yami's chair and pulled him to him, and kissed him again.
Yami's eyes widened and his lips parted in surprise and soon the red liquid dribbled down his throat. Kaiba held onto him tightly and he was forced to control swallowing to prevent from choking. As soon as Kaiba let go, he pulled away, standing up and coughing violently at his first taste of wine. He was then suddenly embraced from behind and he gasped. He was pulled into Kaiba's lap and held so that he could not get away. "Let me go," he growled, his throat raspy from the coughing fit.
"I don't think so. You're mine for the night, to do with as I please." Yami wanted to retort, but couldn't. He tried to shy away from Kaiba when the CEO began nibbling on the back of his neck above his shirt collar. "But first, I did say I would wine and dine you." Kaiba let go of Yami and the smaller male sat on his own chair, pushing it to the opposite side of the table out of reach. "I've wined you, so now I have to dine you." He rang a bell on the table and a waiter appeared almost immediately. "Bring me my usual, and the same for my guest." The waiter bowed and left hurriedly.
"Don't order for me without letting me see the menu first," Yami said folding his arms.
Kaiba took another sip of wine. "You seem to think I want to spend more time here than necessary before the main event."
"Why bother with all this pretence then?" Yami asked gesturing around him.
"Because I wanted to at first. Then I saw you in that suit and now I suddenly can't wait to rip it off you."
"You haven't changed," Yami said dejectedly.
Seto smirked, but didn't answer. He simply swirled his drink and looked at Yami until their food arrived. At that point, he ordered another drink for himself and one for Yami citing that if he didn't partake in his generosity, he would make sure that the next series of events wouldn't be enjoyable for him. Yami bit back a remark that he probably wouldn't enjoy himself anyway, but felt it best not to antagonise the multi-billionaire further. Instead, he lightly picked at the food and sipped leisurely on the wine. By the time he'd finished the meal and the wine, his head was buzzing.
Kaiba got up and walked over to Yami's side of the table and put his hands on his shoulders from behind. Yami didn't flinch away or do anything to stop him. Kaiba smirked and began rubbing his shoulders. "So tense. Why don't you just relax and let me love you."
Yami had a distinct de ja vu moment, but pushed it to the back of his mind. The feeling of Kaiba's strong hands on his shoulders was doing wonders to relax him. He supposed the wine was doing that too, but he didn't care. Maybe he should ask for more wine so that he could get drunk and block out any memories of the evenings activities.
"I'm going to pay, and then we'll leave. Don't go anywhere."
Yami watched Kaiba saunter away, no doubt to flash his gold or platinum card around. He shivered. He didn't want this, he didn't want this! His stomach suddenly did flips and he broke out into a light sheen of sweat as he thought about what was going to happen once they got back to the mansion. His heart was racing and his breathing became laboured. He stood up, hoping to walk around to alleviate the worry, but as he did, the blood seemed to rush from his brain and he began to topple over.
Strong arms caught him as he sank into oblivion. "Jou..." he sighed.
Seto chuckled. "One glass of wine, eh? Must remember that." He lifted Yami bridal style into his arms and looked sternly at the waiter. "Is there a less conspicuous way to leave here so that we don't disturb the other patrons with this little display?"
The waiter nodded and quickly lead them not too far from the alcove to a door that was marked 'Staff Only'. This lead to the back of the restaurant and the back entrance for the staff. Seto thanked the waiter promising to give a good word to his manager for his help and slipped down the alley, and back out the the front where his limo was waiting. He gently laid Yami on the seat before getting in and telling the driver to head back to the mansion, no rush.
When Yami opened his eyes, he realised they were no longer in the restaurant. He tried to sit up, but he couldn't. "Don't try to sit up. You fainted. Just relax."
Yami groaned when he realised he was still with Kaiba. He'd hoped the whole thing had been a bad dream, but now he was in the limo, with his head in Kaiba's lap, and said CEO was stroking his hair gently. It was relaxing. Jou often did this when he had trouble sleeping. It soothed him and soon, he fell asleep.
It wasn't a long trip to the mansion, but the journey had to come to an end soon. Seto gently shook Yami awake. "We're here," he said simply.
Yami lifted himself up to sitting position and rubbed his eyes. Never in a million years would he have thought he would have fallen asleep on Seto Kaiba's lap. He shivered and tried to stave off the feeling of dread that came creeping back into the pit of his stomach as the door to the limo was opened and he was ushered out and into the vast house. He stood open-mouthed at the door looking at the marble floors and walls and a crystal chandelier, much bigger than the one in the restaurant, hanging from the ceiling, the light glittering off of each shard to bounce tiny rainbows in all directions.
"Don't loiter in my doorway," Kaiba said ascending a large flight of stairs. "It's rude. Follow me."
Yami looked helplessly at the hired help standing around. Each one bowed as Kaiba walked passed them, then looked at him, waiting for him to walk passed them so they could do the same. Taking a deep breath in, knowing that each step he took would take him closer to his unwilling 'willing rape' for one million yen, he followed Kaiba up the stairs and to his room.
As soon as Kaiba shut the door behind them, he pounced, grabbing Yami and stripping him of his jacket and pulling the ruby tie off as well. "You're mine now."
Seto lightly ran a finger across Yami's jaw. Yami turned his head slightly away, but not fully, just showing Seto how against this he was, but understanding it was part of the deal. He flinched slightly when the brunette popped open the top buttons of the white shirt he was wearing to expose his neck. He closed his eyes tightly when Seto leaned forwards and nibbled on his collarbone.
'Tell me how you like it,' Seto mumbled against his skin.
'W...what do you mean?'
Seto pulled him closer and bit on the flesh just below the jaw causing Yami to shudder before standing to his full height dwarfing Yami in a clear display of dominance. 'I mean; how do you like to be fucked? Do you prefer for your lover to be tender and gentle with you,' he asked emphasising his meaning by gently touching Yami in various gentle ways, giving him a peck on the lips and a quick squeeze on the back of his neck. 'Or, do you prefer to be taken roughly?'
Yami began to speak again to ask Seto what he was getting at, but was cut off when Seto pushed him hard against the wall and slender fingers wrapped around his throat.
'Is that it?' Seto asked, a dark gleam in his eyes. 'Do you like the idea of being dominated? Is that how you want it?''
'Kai...ba...' Yami rasped out as his air began to run out.
Seto let go of Yami and the smaller male dropped to the floor gasping for air. 'You like to be made to be submissive, don't you?'
'What are you...? You're crazy,' Yami said rubbing his throat, getting up off the floor. 'The way I prefer sex is of no consequence since I have no desire to do that with you, but I am being forced to, therefore I'm not really going to get a choice. It's obvious which you will choose. You've been dominating me all night. You just like to dominate people full stop, which is why you made this offer to us. Dominance over me because I wouldn't willingly give myself to you in school, so you throw your money around now in a show of power, not only over me, but Jounouchi as well.'
'Power and dominance over people is the only thing I ever learned as a child, and you know what? I'm fine with that because I get a thrill from it,' Seto said stepping closer to Yami. 'It makes me hard knowing that I can have anything I want if I just throw money at it, and money I have. It's the reason you're here after all.'
Yami bit back a scathing remark. The CEO was right; he was only here because of money and it made him angrier still knowing he'd agreed to this and that Jounouchi had let him. 'Well, you know what? This is over. I will not let you get your thrills from me or Jounouchi. You can keep your money. He and I will work something out.' He turned to leave.
Seto grabbed his wrist and spun him round so fast Yami nearly fell over. 'Not so fast!' he growled. 'We had a deal; one million for a night with you. You won't get anything for just dinner. What about your rent and other bills?
Yami yanked his hand away. 'We'll manage, somehow.' He turned again and got as far as the door this time.
'How are you going to work anything out when Katsuya can't get a job when it seems there is someone out there who really does't want him to work? How are you going to support yourselves, especially when it seems your tuition grant might run out unexpectedly. /i heard the man who funds that tuition might just decide to back out. And if you think you can 'drop out' and get a job with your two and a half years of university and excellent grades from school, think again. No one will hire you, either of you. I can make sure of that, for a very long time too.'
Yami paused with his hand on the doorknob taking in what Seto had said, a sudden realisation hitting home. He turned back round, furious. 'You...you're the reason Jou lost his job in the first place!'
Seto folded his arms and smirked. 'Hmm...no, I don't know what you're talking about.'
Yami left the door and stalked over to Seto, not fooled by the taller male's mock innocence. 'Don't you realise you're ruining lives here?' he shouted. The smirk did not fade from Seto's face, and Yami took a step back with horror. 'Wait a minute...you planned all of this? You worked it so Jou lost his job and made sure no one else hired him just so you could get me into your bed?'
'Of course not,' Seto said, still with that smile that said 'of course I did'. 'I am merely helping out some former school goers in their time of need. Sleeping with you is an added perk.' He leaned forwards and whispered in Yami's ear. 'I told you I'd get you one day.'
Suddenly seeing a hot flash of red in front of his eyes, Yami slapped Seto as hard as he could across the face, if only just to wipe the arrogant smirk off of it. It did what it intended, his smile gone, and when Seto recovered from the slap that echoed in the vast bedroom, he tongued his lip, which had been cut on his teeth and was slightly red with blood. He glared at Yami, who was still seething. 'You fucking little runt,' he said sinisterly. 'How dare you raise a hand to me. Do you know what I could do to you, Jou and your respective families for that?'
'Again with your show of power. That's all you have,' Yami spat slowly taking another step back towards the door. 'All you have is power. Without it, you'd be nothing but a bully.'
For a much taller man, Yami was surprised that Seto could move so quickly. He had no time to react when the CEO lunged forwards with a howl of rage and knocked him to the floor landing heavily on top of him. Within mere seconds, Yami was incapacitated, his hands effectively pinned at his sides with the brunette straddling him up tall. From that angle, Seto's towered over him and the look on his face was deathly serious. The long bangs on his head shadowed his eyes giving him an evil look, and his fists were clenched at his sides. Then, in a display of sheer aggression most unlike the normally composed billionaire, he brought his fists up and cracked his knuckles.
Yami closed his eyes and waited for a blow to land, but after what seemed like hours, nothing happened and he opened them again to see Seto watching him with fascination. When Seto did bring a hand to his face, he involuntarily flinched, but Seto didn't hit him, he merely grabbed his face to make sure Yami did not turn his head away.
The two glared at each other for a short period of time before Seto smirked. Yami's eyes widened somewhat as he shifted down his body still high enough that his arms were trapped, but low enough that he could comfortably lean forwards. He captured Yami's lips between his own and began to kiss him sensually, watching him carefully for his reactions.
So shocked was Yami that the CEO hadn't physically retaliated beyond getting him to the floor that he tried to ask Seto why not whilst he was being kissed. Seto immediately deepened the kiss using his tongue to massage Yami's. And Yami couldn't pull away; each time he tried to move his head, the grip on his face tightened. He clenched and unclenched his fists uselessly.
The kiss lasted a long time, with Seto briefly allowing them to both breathe but then going straight in again. He was domineering in that he didn't allow Yami to break the kiss in any way and firm, continuing to stroke Yami's tongue with his own even though the other hardly responded. Eventually however, Yami began to relax, move his tongue and lips with Seto's instead of trying to pull away, but he never closed his eyes to fully enjoy it.
Seto decided to change tact. He wanted a better reaction from the smaller male, so he broke the kiss and he used the hand holding Yami's face to turn his spiky head to the side and gently began to nibble at the skin below the ear. He also slowly shuffled further down Yami's body and used his knees to nudge open his legs to settle between them. Whilst continuing to nip and kiss at Yami's neck, he also slowly gyrated his hips to grind his growing hard-on into his groin.
'This is all it will take,' Seto murmured against his skin. 'One night of amazing sex and all your money troubles will be over. You'll stay in University to gain your degree and Katsuya will be able to find a job.'
Yami shut his eyes tightly at the words and sensations trying not to make a sound. Seto couldn't have known that the area he was currently paying attention to was a sensitive spot for him and he didn't want to make a sound to show he was liking it. He also prayed that the movement in Seto's hips would not awaken an erection.
Seto growled low in his throat as the feeling of his now painfully erect cock rubbing against Yami through all their clothes began to chafe. All he wanted to do was rip their clothes off and fuck him senseless.
The growl had sent a shiver up Yami's spine. The money would help immensely. And maybe Kaiba had been right about wanting to be dominated. Joey and he only ever made love. Sure, there was passion aplenty, but Joey had never really 'taken' Yami. They'd always 'gone there together'. Never once had he come home and flung Yami onto the bed; never had he been pressed up against a wall and fucked.
Yami's eyes snapped open with realisation. Joey never did any of that with him because of what happened with him and Kaiba; he perhaps thought that it would bring back bad memories. And it did: Kaiba pressing him up against the wall of the alley behind the school, stealing his first kiss, trying to rape him.
'No!' he shouted and with a burst of adrenaline he managed to push Seto off him and roll away. 'I can't do this...I won't!' He got quickly to his feet and rushed to the door. He flung it open.
'You'll be back,' Seto shouted behind him. Yami paused. There was no anger in his voice. He dared to quickly look back. The CEO had his arms folded and that arrogant smirk was back on his face. 'Believe me, you'll be back.'
Yami turned again and fled from the room. Tears pricked in his eyes as he ran through corridors, opening doors trying to find his way out. Eventually he found the stairs and headed to the front door. The guard saw him coming and opened it for him. He'd been advised only seconds ago by his Master to let Yami leave without incident.
Without saying thank you or goodbye, Yami ran from the building, through the opening gate and quickly managed to hail a taxi.
Jou fidgeted in bed. His stomach was in knots. He didn't know their itinerary, but he was sure at this time of night, Kaiba would have Yami in his bed, kissing him, touching him, sliding in and out of him...
'I can't take this anymore!' he screamed jumping out of bed and grabbing his clothes. 'I gotta stop it.' He pulled on his jeans, and at the same time hopped through the apartment towards the door, falling over in his haste. 'Fuck!' He got up and pulled his jeans up, threw on a t-shirt and stepped into his shoes. He grabbed his helmet and keys and opened the door and stopped dead in his tracks.
Sitting on the floor outside the door in the hallway was Yami, knees pulled up tight to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around them and his head down. His head snapped up when Jou opened the door and he could see tears streaming down his flawless face. 'Wha...?' He was dumbstruck. 'Wha...h...how...? What are you doing here?'
Yami sniffed and wiped the tears away with one hand. 'I...couldn't do it.' All the knots in Jou's stomach went away and he breathed a sigh of relief. 'I remembered how he tried to rape me in school, and this is no different, except that this time, I went there willing to be raped.'
Jou immediately dropped to the ground in front of him and unravelled him into his arms. 'Yami,' he began and the smaller teen started to sob. 'Why are you just sitting on the floor out here?'
'I ran out in such haste that I left all my stuff there, including my keys. I thought you'd be asleep, and I didn't want to disturb you.'
Jou smiled and stroked the back of Yami's head. 'You idiot,' he said gently. Like I could sleep thinking about you in that man's clutches. 'Come on.'
Jou took Yami inside, arm around his shoulders. 'I'm sorry Jou. He won't give us anything because I ran away.' He groaned and sat heavily on the couch whilst Jou still stood. 'And you'll never get a job. Kaiba was the one who got you fired in the first place and he's influenced every employer out there not to hire you. He also threatened my tuition.' Jou was silent. Yami looked up. 'Jou?'
The blonde had his head down, bangs hiding his eyes, but Yami could tell he was fuming, his hands clenched in tight fists at his sides, body shaking. Yami stood up and put a hand on his chest. His heart was beating faster. 'Jou?'
'Dat...fucking...BASTARD!' he exploded and Yami flinched away. 'How dare he threaten us, especially you!' He turned around and walked purposefully towards the door. Yami scurried after him.
'Where are you going?'
'To get your stuff, and give dat fucker a piece of my mind.' He cracked his knuckles, Yami knowing full well that Jou was not going to verbally give Kaiba a piece of his mind.
Yami stopped him. 'I'm coming with you.'
Jou looked at Yami, briefly contemplating if fighting with him would be worth it, but he knew he couldn't. The look on Yami's face was too determined. With a nod, he conceded and they set off.
R&R you lovely people. And I promise a lovely lemon in the next chapter...
