She pointed at the chair that had a soft cushion and an intricate metal backing, speaking, "…."
Yami sat down slowly across from her, his ears ringing.
Shit.
They didn't speak the same language.
Hebrew?
Was she speaking Hebrew?
He didn't know enough!
Swear words and a few sentences were all he knew!
Yami shook his head and spoke, "I don't understand! I speak Arabic!"
"Oh…damn," She said, with an accent. "Can you Hebrew?"
Yami shook his head, his despair rising as he clutched Seto's phone tighter, slowly wondering if he could use the translation magic for Hebrew to Arabic.
"Wait," Yami said hastily, pulling out the phone and setting it on the table, tapping it and glancing briefly up at her, seeing her eyes widen, and she spoke in a rush.
"Wait! I said wait," Yami said in Japanese, tripping on his words, not caring if he said it right.
"Oh, how fluent are you?" She asked suddenly, sounding extremely fluent herself. Yami blinked and paused, thinking that Seto had saved his life indeed. All those lessons were paying off!
"I can understand everything Seto says! Just about everything," Yami said, nodding happily, feeling his head grow heavy as the alcohol began to wear off.
"Seto," she repeated, wrinkling her nose. "You call your owner by his name, and you're not beaten for it?"
Yami froze, his finger hovering over the translation app, feeling his blood run cold at the thought of Seto hitting him.
No...he hadn't thought he could be beaten for such a thing.
"Apparently he hasn't. How nice," Lina said coldly, folding her arms across her chest, reverting to Hebrew. "…."
Yami was regretting this meeting more and more as he tapped on the app and hit the red speaker-phone button for speech-to-text translation.
He wasn't here to rub his superior owner in her face.
He wanted to be friends.
"I want to be friends," Yami said in a rush, and he set the phone down, pointing at it, seeing her scoot her chair right up next to him and stare down at it, speaking in an incredulous tone.
Yami bent forwards to read the text flitting across the screen.
"Amazing! This is an amazing piece of technology indeed!"
"It is!" Yami responded appreciatively, hearing his voice echo and he reminded himself to be quieter.
Lina was talking again, looking down intently at the screen.
"Your owner must be spoiling you with such luxuries. I am envious. I detest you for that."
Yami drew in a sharp breath and decided that he didn't want to be friends with her after all. She used such harsh words.
"Hate me then," Yami said, moving to sweep the phone off the table. "I'm leaving. I have no interest in speaking with you anymore."
"No, no, stay! I need a friend!" She cried, shaking her head frantically. "I'm jealous! I see you acting like lovers with your owner and I can't help but feel neglected!"
Yami blinked, realizing she had been watching them. "You're following me?!"
"Only to talk, but then I saw," She said shakily, her eyes never leaving the phone. "You kissing, hugging, holding hands! Even leaning over the railing to shout into the water! You are in love with him, you stupid foolish boy."
"Watch your mouth," Yami responded viciously, seeing his words translate at lightning speed on the screen.
It seemed the faster they were talking, the faster the app translated. Was it self-learning?
Also, what was wrong with holding hands and being in love?
Just because her owner didn't love her, didn't make it right for her to attack his owner!
"You watch yourself, you idiot!" Lina retaliated, rubbing her arms as a light wind blew over them. "You're talking to someone with more experience than you. I've been to hell. In fact, I am living it every day, so don't come at me saying you know what you're talking about!"
Yami grit his teeth, seeing her shiver as she barreled on, sounding almost hysterical.
"Do you know what I had to do to get here?! To earn these precious few seconds to sit here with your spoiled little-ass and talk with you? I see myself in you, and you're so so stupid!"
"Don't call me that!" Yami growled, losing his patience. If she was going to continue insulting him, he was leaving.
"Escape is within reach with this owner, but you don't see it!" Lina hissed, "He's bribing you with favors and nice things, isn't he? Treating you gently, and spoiling you? Like you are precious?"
"Yes," Yami replied indignantly. "Because I've been smart about giving him my hole."
"You are an idiot!" She wailed, "Your hole is precious, but it is a weapon too! Learn how to use it! How do you think I'm still alive? I've held out my hole, and given it freely on occasion to earn my precious freedom! So tell me how you are sitting here while your hole is still intact?"
"I…don't know," Yami admitted truthfully, thinking he was lucky Seto was understanding.
"Because he has a woman on the side? How many? Is this your lovers trip? He hides you?" Lina snapped, sounding extremely hostile.
It was as if she was trying to find fault with Seto.
"Look at your face now. You're so brainwashed, you're even defending him in your head. I know that look."
Yami blinked rapidly, his heart sinking. What?
"Yeah, I've guessed it correctly haven't I?" Lina said gleefully, "He makes you feel good first, sometimes even three times in a row before he rapes your asshole with a bottle or the handle of a comb, instead of his penis, am I right?"
"Shut up," Yami said numbly, thinking she knew nothing.
It was the other way around.
He had put it in Seto's hole first.
"Or, it's that he lets you do it first?" Lina pressed, nodding viciously. "He lets you kiss him first, touch him first, everything is him first, which then makes you angry. You see him feeling good, and you want to try it yourself, hm? See, your face says 'Yes'."
"You don't know anything about him. Shut up!" Yami hissed, his legs growing heavy as he wondered why he couldn't just stand up to leave.
"I was first sold when I was eight years old! To a nice owner, or so I thought," Lina ignored him and continued miserably, staring at her hands in her lap. "I was clean then, so I was just as foolish as you. He was so kind. All the time. He had money, of course. And he would buy me anything I wanted, take me places, while making me feel good in bed, never dirtying me with his dick."
Yami felt his heart slowing down to a stop, thinking that this story had nothing to do with him. Lina just needed someone to talk with.
"These people, they're all the same," Lina ranted, "You think they're different, but they're not. I begged that owner to dirty me, because I thought we would be together forever! So he did. I willingly gave him my hole, and afterwards, he continued to treat me nicely…!"
"So what's the problem with that owner then? Where is he now? Why isn't he with you?" Yami asked in a rush, hating himself for caring, even a little bit.
"He got m-married!" Lina hiccupped, and Yami panicked, seeing a lone tear slide down her face, but she quickly palmed it away and composed herself. "And his wife sent me away, even after I was hidden in a second house! I had a house all to myself!" Lina insisted, patting her palm firmly on the table. "I thought I was living a dream! A house, with an owner who would visit me occasionally, often times, never, but I was well-cared for!"
"That's good…" Yami answered numbly, feeling himself tuning her out.
He was leaving.
She was just jealous that Seto was handsome, and kind.
And her owner was fat and bald.
"Listen to me, you fucking…child!" Lina snapped, and Yami stiffened, instantly reminded of the nameless boy with almond eyes.
This was the same tone, same message.
Was this another warning? Another guide on how to survive?
Because she was the only one talking, and insisting that he listen.
Was this because he had graduated to a new level of horror?
He had passed being sold and being attached to an owner.
It was a whole other playing field now. Things the nameless boy had told him didn't apply to him now….!
"So you are only lying to yourself when you say your owner will keep you, even with a clean hole, after he's married." Lina said, trembling visibly now from the cold, and Yami stood up slowly, hearing her snap at him. "Where are you going? I'm not done talking!"
He shrugged his jacket off and threw it around her shoulders carelessly, pointing back down at the phone. "Continue. I'm listening."
"Well you're a smart boy, so you can read," Lina said nastily. "I'm sure you've read all the magazines with your owner's face and name on it. You know he's looking to get married, surely, you're not ignoring that out of sheer stupidity."
Yami felt his heart skip a beat as he remembered the magazines Isono had left on his table months ago. The one with Seto's face had magically disappeared, because he had looked for it again to masturbate to, and it had vanished.
And that was before he had managed to learn Kanji.
No….
No.
It couldn't be.
Lina was telling lies!
"Hate me if you want," Lina said calmly, "Thank you for the coat. I'm only trying to help you. I see the way you look at him, and you look like you're stupidly in love.
I don't blame you.
I would be too.
He's so incredibly handsome, even I fantasize about him to help me get through a bad client."
Yami felt his heart sink to his feet as he read this text flitting across the screen.
She…did what?! What clients?
And yes, he was in love with Seto.
Was that a crime?
"Don't get mad at me for fantasizing about Seto Kaiba," Lina said coldly. "I won't apologize for it."
Yami ground his teeth angrily, choosing to remain silent. Lina had been in Japan longer, and apparently, she harbored a one-sided crush for his owner.
Was there any woman on earth who didn't admire his owner from afar?
This was just reminding him that he was a disposable plaything...!
But that was untrue, because Seto loved him.
She eyed the golden bracelets on his arm with a jealous expression. "I wish he would spoil me with fancy phones, pretty clothes, and jewelry. But don't let it fool you into security. We are never truly free until we leave our owners and everything they gave us, behind."
"I'm not…leaving him," Yami answered numbly, feeling his heart shattering into a million pieces as he tried to picture himself walking away from the beautiful mansion with a pack on his back. He couldn't do it.
"Don't be a fool. You can make your own money and buy yourself those things when you're free." Lina said coldly, reaching out to longingly touch the bracelet on his arm.
Yami let her, feeling oddly resentful.
She suddenly tightened her grip over the bracelet, looking frightened.
"You need to throw this over the edge, right now. How many other jewelries has he given you?"
Yami frowned down at the phone, thinking the translation app needed a bit of work. "Jewelries"?
And hell no!
Why would he toss something so precious over the edge?!
He withdrew his hand quickly, his heart pounding with a controlled rage.
"This is my insurance for when I run. I'm not that much of a fool. Who do you take me for?"
She gaped at him, blinking rapidly as she spoke again, looking down at the phone screen.
"You don't know what your owner does for a living, do you? You are kept at home often, aren't you? Have you never seen his workplace?" She asked sympathetically, and Yami felt a rush of hatred towards her.
How would she know what Seto did for a living?!
That was something he had been trying to figure out since day one!
"Tell me!" Yami demanded, hating himself for relying on her for information. "And what is Duel Monsters?"
"Don't know, don't care," Lina answered gleefully, grinning evilly at him, "I'll tell you what your Seto does for a living, if you can get me a knife!"
Yami felt his heart stop in his chest. No…No. No.
"Wrap it in a napkin at dinner tomorrow, and drop it on the floor by your feet. I'll walk by your table and drop my purse to pick it up." Lina pressed on cleverly, not giving Yami time to respond. "You owe me, hm? You owe me!"
"I don't owe you anything." Yami growled, his fear rising higher by the minute.
"You owe me, for everything I'm about to tell you! I came here to help you, you brainless fool, so just shut up and listen." Lina snapped, raising her head to glare at him, and they stared at each other coldly for a long moment before she spoke again. "I saw you."
"Saw me what?" Yami hissed, losing his patience. She was being vague and rude.
It was the complete opposite from the nameless boy.
She thought she was better than him because she had suffered more.
"When you first entered the ship, you were beeped through the entrance. It was your bracelets!" Lina declared, tossing her dark hair over her shoulder.
"Yeah, it's a metal detector. They searched for weapons," Yami said slowly, thinking he had never wanted to hit a girl more in his life than he did now.
Her jealousy for the bracelets was so painfully obvious!
"No, you shit," Lina snapped, "This tells me you've never been through any metal detector in this country, if you think that's what metal detectors look like. Your owner has chipped you, like a dog, and you don't even realize it."
Yami's blood ran cold as he recalled the guard's gloved hand looping through his bracelet, asking where he had gotten it.
"Mr. Kaiba likes his…." The guard had said.
Likes his what?!
Likes his toys chipped like dogs?
How could he confirm that his bracelets were chipped?
Was this girl lying to him?
"I was wearing earrings and rings, made of gold as I walked through, and I wasn't beeped! Think! Use your tiny brain!" Lina said angrily. "Your owner, Seto Kaiba, deals in technology! Why do you think you've got so many fancy toys? Hm? Have you never thought it before?"
"I don't have…fancy toys," Yami mumbled coldly, recalling the glass clock on his desk with the floating numbers.
Technology.
It was technology!
It made so much sense now!
Why hadn't he seen it sooner?
Seto was always on his phone, on his tablet, on his computer, every time he got home from work, and while he was at work, he was on his computer!
"You're too stupid to appreciate or even use them," Lina huffed, glaring at him. "I see why he bought you. He likes them stupid. He can manipulate you further because you're stupid. God, you are so lucky I'm here."
"I'm not…stupid," Yami grit his teeth, clenching his fists in his lap, resisting the urge to hit her, but he couldn't help but think he was stupid for being caught in the market alleyway in the first place.
But his life with Seto was better now that it had ever been before!
"Right, now, you owe me." Lina said solemnly. "A knife, at dinner tomorrow. The sharpest one. I want to bleed quickly. Use alcohol on your napkin to wipe your fingerprints off, just in case I can't have access to alcohol when I'm back in my room."
"I'm not doing that," Yami said firmly, looking straight at her, annoyed to see that she wasn't even looking at him. She was staring down at the screen.
"You're going to hell, then." Lina said coldly. "You won't even put me out of my misery while you're living happily with your Seto. The sooner you escape, the better."
"I'm not leaving him," Yami replied, repeating himself from earlier, feeling despair and dread swirling around his chest.
If he repeated it enough times…he would make himself believe that Seto was a nice man.
His bracelets weren't chipped.
Sure, he had been bought, but he wasn't stupid!
Seto was kind!
"Then he will be the first to throw you away, if you're fine with that," Lina said bluntly. "He throws women away, which means he would do the same for men. Don't think you're special just because you lay with him. You just happen to be the nearest, most convenient toy."
"You don't know anything about him!" Yami hissed, feeling his cheeks burn as an odd pressure began building behind his eyes. Seto had said he ended the relationship with his front-desk woman, months ago!
There was no woman on the side!
But…he did have Mokuba….
Yami was snapped out of his thoughts as Lina continued to speak.
"I can spend all day telling you how my clients have paid my owner for a chance to rape me with 'x' object and then fucking me until I'm unconscious, and then doing it still while I'm unconscious…" and Yami shuddered.
Lina ignored this and continued, "This is my break before my other client, so treasure your time. Treasure it all…treasure your Seto. Lay with him one last time and then part ways."
"I can't," Yami said stubbornly. He would never leave Seto's side, regardless of what Lina said.
"You will," Lina said knowingly, nodding slowly. "And when you do, never stay in the same place for more than three days. He has money, he will find you. I have been found, and gang-raped by the bodyguards sent to retrieve me before finding myself drugged and tied up in a new owner's bed. That was the worst way to find out that I had been sold again."
"Y-You what?" Yami stammered, deeply shaken. He had thought if she had managed to escape, that was it! Freedom!
"Did you forget how expensive we were?" Lina said ruthlessly, "Clearly you did, seeing as how you don't even remember your number. During dinner, I saw you trying to distract your Seto by touching his hands.
It didn't work. He looked right at me.
I hope you were punished. Because I was."
"I'm sorry," Yami said desperately, his guilt rising.
Seto had made him drink two glasses of cheap wine as a punishment.
You could barely call it a punishment.
"Be more sorry," Lina shot back, glaring at Yami, her green eyes flashing with hatred. "I still hurt and I'm bleeding there now, because the next client likes his blood there."
Yami swallowed his disgust and nodded politely, his anxiety rising as he saw that his hour was almost up.
"A few more things before I go," Lina said, as if reading his mind. "I was caught, mainly because I was stupid, and I barely managed to understand Japanese. But you can read and speak! So go! Run! And when you run, don't look back!"
Yami stared mutely at the phone, the text burning his eyes as they began to water. No.
He couldn't run away from Seto.
It wasn't something he wanted anymore.
"Listen, are you listening?!" She hissed, placing a cold hand on his wrist and digging her nails painfully into his skin, and Yami let her, not caring.
He felt too crushed.
Maybe she was describing a worst-case scenario.
Just because it happened to her didn't mean it would happen to him!
"Don't go to places you've already been to with your Seto. Always a new place. If he knows you well, he will be able to find you there. Don't re-visit places he likes to go, either. He will find you there for sure! Are you listening?"
No.
No.
No.
No.
"Always switch between public trains and taxi," Lina continued, squeezing his wrist so tightly, his fingers were beginning to lose circulation. "Don't carry a weapon. If a cop searches you, you will be caught and returned with severe punishment! I had a friend do that, and she died!
She…died! She died! She died!
She was killed by her owner!
Can you hear me, 832?!"
Yami felt his breath leave his body and his ears began ringing.
She addressed him by his number.
They didn't have names.
He had foolishly forgotten his earlier lessons from the nameless boy.
One of them had died at the hands of a rough owner, in a foreign country.
Having a gentle owner didn't make him any different from Lina, or the dead girl.
"I hear you," Yami said hoarsely as feeling began to return to his fingers when she let go.
"And use your hole, for god's sake, 832. How do you expect to find a boyfriend or girlfriend right off the street if you don't?"
"I'll remember that," Yami replied, feeling his tongue swell he tried to imagine any man or woman dominating him other than Seto. He couldn't do it.
"Go to bars…gay bars if you like men," Lina said, trying to be helpful. "Any man who will house you for the night, or the week while they're away at work, is good.
Play house-wife.
Play dumb but be smart about it.
Wear a cover so you don't catch a disease.
Use the media to monitor your owner's actions from afar.
He is famous, so cameras follow him. Understand?"
"I understand," Yami mumbled, not understanding at all. What cover? What media?
"And the most important advice I can give you, which I wish I knew," Lina declared, her voice trembling with a repressed sob. And the text on the screen flitted in broken paragraphs as she hiccupped between her words. "….is to blend in.
Japanese people will see you.
Automatically.
You're different.
Our color is different.
The moment your owner describes
a "dark-skinned spiky-haired foreigner"
to any person, you will be found.
So, go to places without people, or stick in huge crowds. But be wary of being followed, lest you be raped by a total stranger."
"I understand," Yami chanted, never wanting to leave a place more than he did now.
"Good. You will survive. You're prettier than me," She said adamantly. "I feel like I'm dying. I want to die. In fact, what's to stop me from throwing myself off this edge right now?"
"This boat isn't going fast enough for you to die," Yami said numbly, as he remembered he had considered doing the same thing when he first entered the room with Seto.
"Right." Lina agreed solemnly, "And I need to die instantly. I've felt enough pain. But I've never had a good sex ever since my first owner, and I hate that.
Do you want to sex with me before I find a way to kill myself on this ship?
You're pretty. I can do it well with you.
You'll feel good too.
You want your hole done?
I know how to do that.
I'm experienced."
"I don't think I can," Yami breathed, his heart pounding painfully in his chest with a mixture of pity and disgust. "My owner will find out. He said so."
"No he won't," Lina said lightly, "He let you up here freely now, how would he know? You're that in love with him? Wow, you're not going to survive being re-sold."
"He told me…in my ear…" Yami mumbled, and he heard Lina let out a shrill laugh, and it made the hair on his arm stand on end.
That was a laugh so devoid of emotion, it made his teeth hurt.
"I saw that!" Lina jeered, "Sweet whispering your ear like a lover, "Don't cheat on me! I won't cheat on you! I love you, I like you! You're the only one I see! Can I buy you something to show my love? Or do you want me to lick you with my mouth?
I know you like both! Let's do both!"
"Shut the fuck up!" Yami hissed, sweeping the phone up and clicking it off, rising to his feet, seething.
Lina was still cackling like a madwoman, rocking back and forth in her seat, tears streaking down her beautiful face. "You're so blind! You're so blind and you're going to be so hurt! I can see it already! I wish I would be alive to see it! Goodbye 832! May we never speak again!"
"Good riddance, and may your death be painful," Yami hissed, turning a heel and stalking off, hearing her call after him in Japanese.
"It would be the sweetest pain! See you in hell!"
Yami felt the phone vibrate in his hand as he strode through the golden doors, and he glanced down at it, reading the message, realizing with a jolt that Seto had written it in Arabic.
"Kai-tablet3: Yami, come back already. I'm waiting. I ordered food because we skipped dinner. Hurry up. I don't want to eat alone."
Yami tapped the message to compose a reply.
He leaned his back against the wall, feeling his heart ache as he stood alone in the narrow hallway, feeling a gut-wrenching sob force itself out from his body.
He sat down heavily onto the carpet, not caring who would see him if they decided to walk by.
He felt heated tears sliding uncontrollably down his face and he hated himself for feeling this way.
He knew Lina was right.
He even knew that he was getting carried away.
But he couldn't help it.
Seto was too kind, too handsome.
Too everything.
Shaking, Yami composed a text message in Japanese with both hands, the screen blurring terribly in his vision.
Seto saw heard his tablet ping, and he glanced down at it, expecting to see a message from Yami saying that he was lost somewhere on the ship.
But instead, it read:
"Blueeye-cell: I love you. I can't bear to say it to you in person, so let me say it here."
Letting out an amused huff, Seto responded quickly, feeling as if his chest was about to explode with happiness. Yeah ok. Great. Come the fuck back in so we can fuck.
Yami felt the phone buzz and he wiped the tears off from his face, hating himself. He read Seto's response in Arabic, unable to read it any further as his eyes continued to blur with tears.
"Kai-tablet3: This isn't a place to exchange little lovey-dovey messages.
Come back up or are you lost somewhere?
Answer quickly. I want kiss you deeply.
I love you too, Yami.
The food is getting cold for fuck's sake."
Hugging his knees to his chest, Yami repressed another choking sob, a blanket of despair suffocating him with every breath he took. Lina was wrong.
She was just bitter.
She had been broken by rape and multiple owners.
She was just jealous.
Lina was wrong.
"Oh…a lost puppy…!" A voice cried above him, and Yami jerked his head up, his vision sharpening instantly as the face of Pegasus swam into his view, his long silver hair framing his face in an odd, angular fashion.
Yami scrambled to his feet and glanced around frantically, wondering which way he could run in order to dodge this man.
The gold buttons on his red suit were blinding and flashy, and Yami hated it.
"You don't know the way back?" Pegasus asked gleefully, "Or did you get into a fight with your boyfriend?"
Yami blinked and hesitated. What? What boyfriend?
"Ah, you did," Pegasus said knowingly. "Well you're welcome in my private suite, anytime!"
"No thanks," Yami said viciously, edging along the wall, eager to get away from him. He hurried out of the hallway and spied the velvet stairs, making a beeline for it, feeling Pegasus follow him closely at his heels.
"How did you do it?" Pegasus pressed, sounding deeply curious. "Where did you come from? You captured Kaiba-boy's heart so easily! Tell me, I want to know!"
Yami paused on a section of the stairs, standing three steps above Pegasus, who had his arms thrown out to the side, looking imploringly up at him, and Yami realized with a jolt that this man was also after Seto.
Romantically. Probably.
He couldn't be sure.
Was there any one in the world who wasn't after Seto romantically?
He felt so attacked!
"He's not my boyfriend," Yami responded, feeling his phone buzz in his hand, and he barely read it before managing to text a reply with one hand, feeling Pegasus's eyes on him.
"You have his phone," Pegasus said adamantly. "Are you sure? Maybe you just haven't made it…official."
"I don't understand. I don't speak Japanese," Yami replied shortly, turning to continue up the steps, his heart pounding frantically in his chest. This man was so strange!
Seto was lounging leisurely in the bed when he heard three rapid knocks on his door. Yami!
He threw the covers off himself and gingerly stepped into his pants, feeling his asshole thrum with a numbing ache. It didn't hurt as much this morning, but damn, Yami really knew how to put him through his paces.
He swung the door open eagerly, and saw two unfamiliar faces standing before him, and he panicked internally, wishing he had bothered to put a shirt on before carelessly opening the door. He had been expecting Yami!
Instead….it was two women.
Annabelle was smiling grotesquely at him, with her pouty overdone lips, and…
Seto felt his blood run cold as the girl from dinner gazed at him with empty green eyes.
Lina, was it?
Wait, what was she doing here?
Wasn't she supposed to be talking with Yami?
Then…where was Yami?!
"May we come in, Mr. Kaiba?" She asked sweetly, and Kaiba resisted the urge to slam the door in both of their faces, but he knew Yami would never forgive him for doing that to his…new friend? Had they even met to talk?
And Seto realized he was outnumbered here.
He needed to check his tablet.
He needed to get his fucking shit together.
"Come in," he said stiffly, swinging the door back, and walking inside, reaching for his shirt and throwing it on casually while hastily snatching up his tablet, seeing a frantic, misspelled message from Yami.
"Blueeye-cell: PEGAUS!"
Shit.
Seto cursed internally and watched as the two women seated themselves on the plush leather couch, blinking expectantly at him.
Shit.
Fuck.
Shit.
He'd have to trust Yami would be able to handle himself with Pegasus while he dealt with this shit.
Seto moved to close the door and he stood by it, his legs screaming at him to run down the hallway and never look back. He would have to ask for a different room after this.
"Sit!" Annabelle said, flapping her hands at the couch, her nails sparkling in the light, and Seto refused.
"I'm good here," he said coldly, forcing himself not to feel anything as Lina gave him another long, empty stare. Did she come from the same place as Yami? He was itching to find out.
"Well," Annabelle said prettily sliding one leg over the other, flashing the center of her crotch as she did so, and Kaiba felt himself recoil internally. "I'm so glad you like the gift I bought for you. Honestly, I was so scared you were going to throw it away!"
What?
Seto wavered, feeling himself grow cold all over as his ears began ringing loudly. What?
He caught a look of absolute terror and guilt flashing across Lina's face, and he made direct eye-contact, trying to communicate with her. Where is Yami?!
He saw her blush deeply and lower her gaze respectfully. Shit.
"What gift?" Seto asked numbly, thinking he already had a feeling he knew, but he needed to hear it for himself.
"Seriously, are you that dense Seto Kaiba?" Annabelle sighed glancing around the room. "Where is he? Are you hiding him somewhere? Let me say hi! He's a pretty little thing isn't he?"
No.
Fuck.
Oh.
Fuck.
No.
"You're a monster," Seto hissed, pointing at the door. "Get out." And he saw the Lina's green eyes widen with surprise.
"I came here to offer you a truce, Seto!" She said slowly, rising to her feet, looking slightly mad. "I gave you a private toy, a personal maid! You don't even know how to appreciate me! Look what I've done for you! What did you do with him? Is he dead?"
"How did you get him into the country?" Seto asked coldly, planting his feet firmly apart, doing his best to ignore the frantic heartbeat inside his chest.
He was in a room with a horrific, human-trafficking monster.
Stay calm.
He needed to keep the room safe…for Yami.
"Flew him in on one of daddy's planes," Annabelle said, all matter-of-factly, and Seto felt his heart rate increase as Lina's eyes began to water at the edges. Oh shit. "Mr. Pegasus sends his regards. Daddy thanks you for agreeing to meet with him at dinner tomorrow!"
"Yeah, I'm not going to that," Seto breathed, unable to find the energy to sound hostile anymore. He felt faint and nauseous.
"Yes you are!" Annabelle insisted, shaking her head, and Lina beside her, tensed, blinking rapidly. Danger.
Seto sensed this immediately and moved to step closer to her, eyeing the wine bottle sticking out of the cart. Anything could be used as a weapon, so he needed to be careful.
"Right, I am," Seto said amicably, thinking that he would say anything to get them to leave peacefully.
"Good," Annabelle huffed, and Seto saw the girl beside her relax. Crisis averted. For now. "Bring him, and dress him up. Daddy wanted to see what the fuss was all about."
Seto blinked rapidly, thinking he would sit, after all.
Her father was in on this?!
Of course he was!
He had been eating dinner with Lina!
He moved towards the couch and sat down shakily across from Lina, feeling her eyes on him. He glanced up and caught a deep look of sympathy across her face.
"Do you see how a partnership would be greatly beneficial to you?" Annabelle pressed, standing over him threateningly. "Let's have a threesome!"
Seto snapped his head up and looked right at Lina, seeing her eyes shining hopefully, and he felt his skin crawl with an unending sense of dread.
Oh…fuck no!
It all made sense!
Lina had somehow stuck Yami with Pegasus, so they could both come in here to ambush him while he was alone and vulnerable.
Fuck.
Fuck.
"Lina, be a good girl and sit on his lap while I massage his shoulders," Annabelle said greedily, moving to circle the couch, and Seto leapt to his feet, feeling his knees buckle instantly as a searing pain jolted up his backside, and he cursed, hearing the women laughing at him.
A tanned hand slid across his vision and warm hands palmed his face, and Seto jerked his head away, painfully getting to his feet, only to be dragged to the ground again, by a pair of tanned arms wrapping around his waist, and Seto cursed loudly again.
Holy shit, he was about to be raped.
This was not happening.
He was forcefully rolled over onto his back and a terrible weight settled on his legs as cold, sharp fingers dug into his shoulders, pressing his upper body to the ground, and Seto bit back a grunt as his legs trembled with pain trickling down from his hole. Shit…shit!
He craned his neck forward, seeing Lina sitting pertinently on his legs, expertly undoing his belt with alarming ease, and a pair of breasts smothered his face as Annabelle leaned over his face to help Lina.
Seto felt his eyes watering as his pants were yanked down to his ankles and warm hands padded up his thighs, roughly grabbing his balls and giving them a coarse rub, and Seto felt his world spin violently as his nausea rose higher and higher.
Fight!
Run!
Move!
Why wasn't his body moving?
Everything was dark, and Seto felt himself suffocating as he heard Annabelle's voice echoing somewhere far above him. "Make him hard with your mouth…! I want to sit on him after you!"
And the terrible image of Gozaburo's ugly face loomed above him in the darkness, his round, disgusting fat hands patting his lap as he sat at his desk behind the scenic skyline of Domino City. "Come here Seto, you deserve a reward…"
Yami dashed down the hallway towards the door, with Pegasus still close at his heels, raining questions upon him non-stop.
"Did you meet him at a function? A pool party? Have you seen him shirtless? Hey! I'm talking to you!" Pegasus said angrily, huffing slightly as he attempted to keep up with Yami's frantic pace. "Slow down! Old man here!"
"Shut up…shut up!" Yami said quietly under his breath, keeping his gaze on the door at the end of the hallway. It would be unlocked. He would run inside to grab a knife, then turn around and threaten Pegasus to go away.
He reached the door and shouldered it open, freezing on the spot as he tried to process the scene happening before him.
Seto's legs were twitching and trembling, his pants and underwear pulled down around his ankles as Lina hovered over his dick, holding a tiny foil wrapper, while another woman had pinned Seto's shoulders down onto the floor, her nails digging visibly into his shirt with his face smothered underneath her bosom.
Yami felt ice shoot through his core and he heard Pegasus gasp behind him. "Oh…no! Get away from him, you mongrels!"
And Yami forced himself to move, boiling with rage and hatred towards Lina.
She had tricked him!
Led him to an isolated area of the ship and made it so that he would be too late!
Well it wasn't too late, and Pegasus was no longer the threat.
Yami leaped over the back of the couch and grabbed Lina by the hair, yanking her head up way from Seto's flaccid penis, hissing the broken bits of Hebrew insults he knew, "You fucking slut. You said you wanted to die? You die here, now!"
"Oh…Oh my god! S-Seto! Make him stop!" Annabelle shrieked, leaning up from Kaiba's face, and Kaiba sat up painfully, feeling the pressure ease up from his legs, He gasped for air, grabbing at his pants around his ankles with shaking fingers.
Yami felt Lina tense in his arms as he tightened his grip in her hair, shouting at the other woman in Arabic, knowing the language barrier always made Japanese people uneasy. "Get out! Get the fuck out!"
And Yami watched as Seto slowly got to his feet and stumbled, easing himself into a sitting position on the couch with his head between his knees.
"I did it because you are stupid," Lina grinned, licking her lips, speaking Arabic in her heavy accent. "He looked like he would taste bad anyway."
Yami felt a small wave of relief wash over him as he realized she hadn't actually touched his owner, and he shook her by the hair, snarling into her face, "You fucking-"
Strong arms grabbed him by the armpits and Yami felt himself being lifted away, and Lina was dragged away from him by the ankles, screaming shrilly as the other woman's face turned ugly as she pulled the girl violently across the carpet towards the balcony.
"Stop it! No fighting!" Pegasus admonished, sounding deeply shaken. "Kaiba! Do something!"
Seto snapped out of his stupor slowly rose to his feet and advancing towards Annabelle, thinking he would do time for murder if he could make her feel even an inch of what she made him feel.
"Fuck off!" Yami hissed, roughly elbowing Pegasus behind him, hearing him yelp in pain. "Get off me you old man!"
Yami raced to stand by his owner, who was watching a fight unfold between Annabelle and Lina.
Annabelle had pressed Lina against the glass, shouting in her ear. "You fucked it up you stupid bitch! What the fuck is in your head? Do you have a brain?!"
Yami froze, feeling his blood run cold as he recalled Lina had used the similar words against him. This ugly woman…was Lina's owner!
"Get the fuck out, both of you, before I have security throw you off-board," Seto said shakily, feeling like he needed to vomit. He felt cold all over, and he itched in his own skin.
The two women froze, and Seto took this chance to raise his voice, "Get the fuck out!"
There was a long silence, and Annabelle released Lina. Yami watched as she dropped limply to the floor, shaking violently as Annabelle walked straight towards the door and hissed in a commanding tone, "Come, you useless dog."
She swept down the hallway without glancing behind her and Yami watched, horrified as Lina slowly rose to her feet as if she were in a trance.
Yami watched as she marched past him and out the door, and the ringing silence that followed was suffocating.
Pegasus stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, looking around quickly before clapping his hands together loudly and crying out, "Okie dokie! Bye!"
He stepped out through the door and grabbed the handle, looking over his shoulder at Kaiba. "See you at the dinner tomorrow night Kaiba-boy!"
The door shut with an echoing click, and the silence continued to ring.
Yami felt his chest constricting so much, he could barely breathe. He felt like crying and yelling at the same time. Lina was…despicable!
He reached out to touch Seto's arm, seeing him flinch, and walk away, moving towards the bathroom, and Yami felt his heart freeze in his chest. Wh-What was that?
Seto was numb. He stripped off all his clothes and turned the shower on, hating himself. He stood under the water, seeing Yami's steamy silhouette hovering by his door, he felt a bubble of gratitude towards him.
Yami had saved him by yanking the girl off of him…and just in time too.
Hastily slapping soap all over his body, Seto grit his teeth, shivering even though the water was steaming hot. He shut it off and stood in the middle of the shower stall, shivering uncontrollably, feeling as if everything was moving in slow motion around him, but his heart was racing thousand beats per minute.
Oh fuck, he knew this feeling.
It was a panic attack.
Seto knelt in the shower, forcing himself to take deep breaths, reminding himself that everything was going to be fine, that everything was going to be fine, that everything was going to be fine, that ever—
The shower door slid open and Yami stepped in, fully clothed, draping a towel over his shoulders and gently patting him dry. The towel moved to his hair and down the back of his neck, and the gentle motions were bringing tears to his eyes.
Warm hands on his shoulders steadied him as he somehow managed to stand and make his way back to the bed.
Yami sat down carefully beside Seto, hearing his stomach grumble loudly before noticing several covered plates on the kitchen counter. He eyed Seto carefully, watching his owner sit motionless on the edge of the bed, unwilling to get dressed.
Sighing, Yami grabbed a fresh set of clothes and tossed them at Seto. "I'm hungry, let's eat."
He was ignored.
Seto stared at the bundle of sleepwear in his lap, struggling with himself. His body felt heavy, and his arms and legs wouldn't move on command.
He felt Yami move in front of him and bend down at his feet, looping his pants around his ankles and attempting to push them up his legs.
Yami grit his teeth, his eyes watering with guilt and sorrow. He knew he was partially responsible for the attack, because he had left Seto alone in the room. He had foolishly left Seto alone.
I can't ever leave him alone! Yami thought in a rush, feeling slightly relieved as he saw Seto ease himself into a standing position to slowly pull on his pants and shrug on his shirt.
He tugged gently on Seto's arm, glad to see he wasn't flinching away from his touch, and he led him over to the kitchen counter.
Seto sat down heavily on the barstool, seeing Yami pull the silver lids off their plates and stick a fork in his food.
"Eat, even if you're not hungry," Yami urged, steadily slicing up his lamb, secretly glad that Seto had re-ordered what they had at the restaurant, but everything had gone cold.
"Do you want it hot?" Yami asked quietly, peering into Seto's face, seeing his owner shake his head and pick up his fork to begin eating.
Seto chewed his food, not tasting anything. He swallowed, and felt the food stick in his throat like a terrible lump before a gut wrenching dry heave shook his body, and he raced over to the sink, bending over it and vomiting.
Yami dropped his fork with a loud clatter, shock freezing him in place for a solid second before he moved himself to help Seto, seeing the man bent over the sink, gasping as his body heaved again.
Numb with pity and distress, Yami filled a glass of water and handed it to Seto, seeing him take it, slowly cleaning his mouth and then setting it down with a heavy clink on the marble counter before leaning forward to splash his face with water from the sink.
"Be right back," Seto mumbled, trudging into the bathroom to brush his teeth.
Yami stood very still, listening to the sounds of running water from the bathroom, his chest curling with disgust and loathing for Lina and her owner.
Those two were dangerous.
They had traumatized his owner so much, he had vomited!
And Yami decided right there on the spot that he would get Lina a knife. If she wanted to die that badly, then so be it. If he were in Lina's position, with that horrible woman as his owner, forcing him to take on "clients", he would beg for death too, so it was only fair.
Seto walked out of the bathroom and threw himself down on the bed, pulling the covers up over his head. Yami's light scent drifted up around him and he found that it was easier to breathe now. The knot in his stomach had vanished, and he was pleasantly warm beneath the covers.
He felt the bed dip down, and the sheets were peeled away from his face. Yami hovered above him, looking deeply concerned.
"I'm okay," Seto said hollowly, thinking that if he said it enough, Yami would believe it.
Yami nodded and slipped himself beneath the covers, inching forward to lay his head on Seto's chest, listening to the strong heartbeat beneath his ear.
Seto was so fragile sometimes…did people know that? If all they saw was a cold, mean, rich man, then they were blind. Seto was human, just like everyone else.
Seto shut his eyes and buried his fingers through Yami's spiky hair, pressing his nose into it as well, inhaling deeply. This…was so warm and comforting.
Yami felt himself drifting off, and he heard Seto mumble something above him. He lifted his head up slightly. "What?"
"Thank you…" Seto said softly, falling deeper into the bed as his head spun with exhaustion and fatigue.
Yami blinked rapidly and nodded, feeling Seto's breathing even out beneath him and he cursed Lina in his mind one last time before shutting his eyes and letting sleep take him.
A bright light shone obtrusively through the crack in the curtains, and Seto felt his eyelids ache as he pried them open, realized he was immobilized as Yami's arms and legs were draped across his body.
What time was it? Also, where was his phone?
Seto laid his head back onto the pillow, listening to the own thumping of his heartbeat. He shut his eyes for a long moment, waiting for the events of last night to flash through his mind.
Nothing.
Good.
He had effectively cleansed himself of that horror.
Yami's warmth was seeping steadily into him from above and he sighed deeply, appreciating Yami's presence.
Meeting that bitch Annabelle had produced a good thing.
Yami.
So in a weird, sick, twisted way, he had to thank her, and he secretly wondered how Yami would feel about it if he knew.
Deciding it was better to never bring up the subject of Yami's purchase to Yami, ever, Seto sat up slowly and let Yami roll off his body. He slid off the bed and walked over to the window, quietly pushing the glass door aside to step out onto the balcony.
The ocean was sparkling as the wind whipped his hair merrily around his face, and the sun warmed his back wonderfully. It was good day to be alive.
He left the door open, letting the scent of the salt air waft into the room as he climbed back into bed to curl himself up against Yami's body, burying his nose into the nape of Yami's neck.
"Yami…" Seto whispered, feeling Yami stretch and graze his toes roughly along his shins. "I know you're awake…Yami…"
Yami felt his mind buzz warmly as strong arms circled his waist and squeezed him tightly. Seto's voice drifted into his consciousness and he wiggled his toes happily, feeling them graze along soft skin. Seto.
"Yami…wake up…. Can we wake up while the sun is still up?" Seto asked quietly, his tongue catching on the unfamiliar Arabic syllables as he spoke.
Yami smiled softly in his sleep and snuggled deeper into his pillow, thinking he was dreaming a wonderful dream.
Seto slipped his fingers through the edge of Yami's waistband and he brushed the backs of his knuckles against Yami's semi-hard penis, turning his hand boldly to give it a firm squeeze, feeling Yami shudder happily against him.
"You like that?" Seto said playfully, feeling Yami curl his knees up to his chest, effectively trapping his hand in his crotch. Fucking cute.
He gave Yami's foreskin a gentle roll between his fingers, bunching the skin and stretching it out over the tip of Yami's head, feeling the tip leak wetly, and he smirked, giving Yami's dick a long, even stroke upwards, feeling Yami tense and shudder again.
"Yami…. Yami…" Seto whispered gleefully, wrapping his fingers around Yami's heated cock, stroking him firmly, up and down, up and down, up and down, enjoying the way Yami rolled his body back against his, shivering pleasurably.
Aroused, Seto inched his pants down along his waist and pressed the tip of his dick firmly between Yami's ass cheeks, hearing Yami make an odd sound and squirm.
Yami relished in the wonderful heat that was spreading from his core all the way down his legs, feeling it travel up his body and land directly in his groin. He felt a delicious clenching deep in his stomach as a heated sensation prodded at his hole. Yes…! Seto was going to dirty him…because that meant Seto wanted to keep him.
"Yami…wake up," Seto growled, rubbing his dick firmly between Yami's ass, leaning back slightly to glance down at himself underneath the covers before shutting his eyes and pressing himself flush against Yami's body, imagining he was shoving himself deep into Yami's ass.
Yami bit back soft cry as he felt Seto's dick slide thickly between his thighs and rub wetly underneath his balls, the mattress dipping violently beneath him as Seto shoved himself forward insistently, panting his name in his ear.
"Yami…I need you…to wake up…" Seto hissed, enjoying the electric threads of pleasure shooting up from his dick to his chest, causing his heart to pound faster and his head to spin. He felt Yami tense and squeeze his thighs tighter together, and Seto felt an immense rush of satisfaction as he released Yami's dick and reached down to palm Yami's hip, holding him steady while he continued to thrust vigorously between his legs.
Yami's eyes shot open the moment Seto's hand left his hardness, and he let out a soft cry, reaching down to grab himself, stroking with equal vigor and strength as Seto's breaths grew shallow behind him, his thighs chafing and feeling wonderfully hot as Seto's dick slid in and out between his thighs, sometimes pushing his balls up higher into his body, sending wild shivers down his spine.
He stroked himself faster and harder, shutting his eyes and pushing his ass back against Seto's body, imagining Seto ramming into him, deep, hard, and fast. The thought alone was enough to make him cum, and Seto felt Yami tremble violently before a sticky wetness coated the tip of his dick as he continued shoving himself between Yami's legs.
Yami was panting, and Seto could barely understand what he was saying over the ringing of his own ears.
"I-Inside…I-Inside please," Yami gasped, clenching his hole tightly, not caring if it would hurt. Seto loved him, and love warranted a bit of pain. He would endure it!
Shit, Seto thought faintly, too late. He let out a soft grunt and felt a deep orgasm rip its way up his body as he ejaculated, clutching Yami to his body, feeling his heart thundering in his chest as his breathing slowed back to its normal pace.
Yami blinked, the sun stinging his eyes, causing them to water. He had wanted…Seto to enter him! Had he not been clear?
Yami flipped himself around and pressed himself against Seto's body, feeling the semen sit wetly on his skin and smear along Seto's side.
Seto drew his breath in in a sharp hiss.
Fucking wet!
Yami was such a perv!
Yami saw Seto's eyes widen, his handsome face splitting into a boyish grin. "Hey, you're awake."
"Enter me," Yami said seriously, pressing his forehead towards Seto's, giving his owner's nose a playful bite.
He would beg his owner to take his hole, and then Seto would keep him.
There was no need to run. Seto needed him!
They loved each other, and he wasn't being foolish or stupid.
Lina was wrong.
Seto felt the bed dip down beneath him as Yami's sweet breath panned down his face, warming his entire being.
Excuse me, what?
"I'm a little…" Seto scrambled for the right words. He didn't want to turn Yami down immediately, but his thighs were still aching from their earlier fucking. They also had a dinner to attend…tonight. "I can't right now, Yami. Maybe later."
Yami pulled back, astounded by this answer. He blinked at Seto for a full minute, trying to stem the bubble of disappointment welling up inside him.
Did Seto just…refuse to enter him?
"You don't want me," Yami said bluntly, and it wasn't a question.
Seto shook his head frantically, cupping Yami's face in his hands, "I want it. Very much. Just not now. My body hurts. And I want it to feel good for you."
Yami blinked and nodded, understanding that Seto was still stressed from the horrific events last night. He watched Seto sit up slowly and move to the end of the bed, offering him a hand. "Let's wash…"
He pressed his hand into Seto's palm, feeling Seto give his fingers a tight squeeze, and he was pulled into the bathroom, his heart soaring wonderfully.
Author's note:
EEE thank you slaycinder for your wonderful and helpful edits! Thank the heavens for youuu!
And not to cause panic or anything, but this fic will be ending soon in a few chapters! Thank you all for sticking it out and reading it with me here! This is a bit of dark fic, but I'm having fun!
Love to hear back from you in the comments section!
Hugs,
UGLI