Thank you all so much for the reviews!! I really greatly appreciate them.
I've kinda been a little morose lately, and those helped to perk me right
up!!
Catherine: So, yay for all of you reviewers!!
Yugi: YAY!!
Ok, sorry this chappie took a while to get out, but I've had a lot going on
lately. Mainly psycho teachers who think it's funny to load tons of work on
poor, helpless teenagers when they're in emotional distress.
Yugi: Naughty, naughty teachers!!
O.o
Catherine: So, anyways, here's the next chappie.
I've decided that I'm most likely going to update every week. So, be on
the look out!
WARNINGS: This story now officially contains YAOI (as if it didn't
before...^^;).
NOTICE: I've not moved this to the "R" section yet , as you can see,
because I'm trying to work something out with one of my readers...they're
having a problem with it being moved to "R". I've got some ideas going
on, however, and things should be cleared up soon! ^^
Disclaimer: Grrr...I hate these things. If you're a lawyer, I don't own Yu-
Gi-Oh! If you're not a lawyer, I own Yu-Gi-Oh!! Yes, I have lots and lots
of money and stuff! ::giggles insanely and runs away as police chase after
her::
***
Seto and Bakura looked down at their new slaves who were still kneeling
on the ground. Bakura motioned for Ryou to get up, and looked
to Seto.
"Well, I'm going to take Yami's advice. I feel grimy. I think you all should
get cleaned up too," Seto nodded.
"Okay. I'll see you later," He waved slightly as Bakura and Ryou walked to
Bakura's chambers. This left Seto with his new slave.
Seto looked at Jou, who was still kneeling rigidly. Inside, he sighed. He
got stuck with the stubborn one. Brushing off his irritation, he
waved his hand.
"What's your name?" Jou took a breath, and responded reluctantly.
"Jou." Seto almost sighed.
"Stand up. We'll go to my chambers and clean up." Jou stood stiffly,
making Seto huff slightly. Didn't this slave see that he was trying
to be nice?
He turned on his heel and started towards his chambers, Jou trailing
behind him. He was appreciative for the silence, because he
needed to think. To clear his mind of the foggy thoughts that entered his
mind whenever he looked at his new slave's beautiful, blonde
hair, his sensual chocolate brown eyes, and his sleek, well built form.
Yes, he needed to get those thoughts out of his head.
Before he knew it, they were in his chambers. He opened the doors and
stepped in, Jou following. When he reached the bathing room,
Jou stopped at the door. Seto looked back at him, eyebrows raising and
his lips pursing. Jou reluctantly came forward, and Seto motioned him
closer. He came up to Seto, and his master began to take off his clothes.
Jou squeaked and backed away.
"What in the name of Ra do you think you're doing?!" Jou yelled out,
clutching his clothes to his body. Seto rolled his eyes.
"I'm undressing you. We need to bathe," Jou's eyes narrowed, but he
began to take his clothes off anyways. He didn't know why, but something
told him that it was okay.
As Jou's hands fell away from his clothes, and they fell to the floor, Seto
had to bite back a gasp of awe and lust. He was beautiful.
His tanned body was well formed, and his skin seemed to call to Seto to
come caress it. He had a hard time resisting this temptation. He cleared
his throat and averted his eyes. Jou was flushed in the face, and his
hands clutched as though he wanted to shelter himself from Seto's lustful
gaze.
"Well, I'll call for the water," Seto said, his voice a little higher than usual.
Jou seemed to notice this, and smirked. It seemed all mighty Seto had a
weakness. He'd have to remember that.
Some slaves came in and began to fill the tub with water. As the tub
filled up, Jou noticed that several pleasant smelling oils were poured in
too. As soon as the slaves left, Seto turned to Jou, again taking in his
beautiful body.
"Well, get in." Jou stiffened and climbed into the tub. The water was hot
and smelled excellent. As Jou settled against the wall, he closed his eyes
and felt all of his muscles relax. How long had it been since he had taken
a real bath? Months...years? His thoughts were interrupted by a
disturbance in the water. His eyes shot open, and his muscles tensed.
Seto was getting into the bath with him.
It wasn't that alone that caught his attention. Seto had more to him than
it looked. His tall frame was slender, but muscular. His skin was perfect;
without a blemish. Jou found himself staring, and turned away, blushing
slightly. Seto settled against the edge of the tub, and looked over to Jou.
"Come here," Jou trembled slightly, but responded to Seto's command. He
stood up and walked over in front of Seto, and waited. Seto motioned for
Jou to turn around. He complied and sat down, and jumped slightly when
he felt Seto's hands on his back. He heard Seto chuckle slightly.
"I'm just washing your back," Jou relaxed a little bit. This actually was
quite relaxing. The marvelous feel of Seto's hands massaging away his
tenseness, his filth and his grime...it was as though he were trying to
relax him.
Seto was in heaven. Jou's skin was so soft...and he was *his*. He barely
noticed that his hands began to go a little lower...
A small moan from Jou brought him back to reality. Well, not necessarily.
More like made him crazy. He just wanted to take this beauty into his
arms and make him his. Heart, body, and soul. His hands began to
massage harder, and lower. He couldn't stop himself. The small moans
began coming more frequently. He wanted Jou. He wanted him *now*.
He was pulled out of his revelry when Jou moved away from him
reluctantly, and Seto growled low in his throat. Jou turned to him, his face
flushed and breathless. His eyes were filled with a new emotion that Seto
couldn't quite put a finger on. Jou spoke out, his voice low.
"Here, Master. Let me get your back now..." Seto shuddered at the slight
seductiveness in Jou's voice. This was going to be trying on his self
control...
***
Bakura looked down at his new slave as they walked to his chambers.
What were the chances of meeting such a beautiful boy? Pretty slim. And
this boy was his. He belonged to him now.
'No he doesn't...not fully...' Bakura cursed inside of his mind. There was
that voice again. It always seemed to come at the *perfect* times...
'Well, damn. It does have a point. He only belongs to me as my slave.
Maybe...I could...' he shook his head. No, he couldn't do such a thing to
this boy. Something at the back of his mind tugged at him...as though he
knew him from somewhere...He brushed that thought aside, and routinely
opened the doors to his chambers. He heard the startled, yet delighted
gasp from Ryou as the bright sunlight filtered through the window. Bakura
smiled slightly, happy that Ryou liked the sunlight. To him, the darkness
reminded him far too much of his old house...with his father...
Bakura shuddered. He didn't want to be reminded of those dark, dreary
days. Yami had helped to pull him out of those, even though he himself
didn't know it.
"Master? Are you okay? Do you need something?" Bakura started slightly.
He looked down to see Ryou looking up at him with concern written in his
beautiful brown eyes. Bakura felt his heart melt. There was no way in the
world that he could force this innocent to have sex with him. It was just
so cruel...heartless...like his father...
He shook his head to clear his mind of painful memories. He cleared his
throat and smiled slightly at Ryou.
"Yes, I'm fine..." He frowned slightly. "I don't even know your name.
What is it, little slave?" Ryou smiled slightly.
"My name is Ryou, Master." Bakura smiled. Ryou. What an interesting
name.
"That's an strange name, Ryou. Where are you from?" Ryou frowned
slightly.
"I don't really remember, Master. I've been in slavery for the most of my
life...I only remember a little bit of my past..." Ryou looked down a little
sorrowfully. Bakura seemed to feel this slave's pain, and before he
realized what he was doing, took him into a hug. Ryou tensed a little, but
relaxed and returned the gesture. It felt so good to be hugged...and with
Bakura, it just seemed...right.
Bakura was feeling a little lightheaded. He had no idea what effect this
little angel would have on him. His skin was so soft...he wanted to see
more of this beauty. He shook that thought away immediately, however.
He didn't want to be like his father. He didn't want to make little Ryou
suffer like he did...
Ryou pulled away slightly, feeling something wet drop on his cheek. He
looked up at his new master's face, and saw that he was crying. His heart
filled with sorrow. Why was he crying? Ryou gently reached up and
brushed away the tears on Bakura's face. Bakura's eyes widened, and
then closed. The feel of Ryou's soft hand on his face was so
comforting...He took his own hand and pressed Ryou's hand closer to his
cheek, nudging his face against the slave's hand. He needed this contact.
Ryou's eyes widened slightly. What was his new master doing? Well, it
seemed to be pleasing him, and he was enjoying it too, so what harm
could be had? He took his other hand and softly ran his fingers through
Bakura's wild hair.
Bakura softly whimpered. This was paradise. It was also insane. How
could he be brought to total ease and pleasure by just a couple caresses?
He didn't know, but then again, he didn't really care. All that mattered
was that it was happening. He found himself pulling Ryou to his bed. He
picked Ryou up and set him down in the bed, and the slave whimpered
slightly, his muscles tensing. Bakura shook his head and lay down beside
him. He flipped Ryou so he was facing the opposite way, and drew himself
up close, spooning his body. He wrapped his arms around Ryou's mid-
section, and pulled the boy up closer to him. He breathed Ryou's scent in
deeply, letting it intoxicate him. He sighed deeply, hearing a twin come
from his new partner.
"Ryou, you may call me Bakura." And to himself, he thought, 'Because you
are mine. All mine.'
***
Ok, a little shorter that what I normally write, but I wanted to get this up.
Catherine: That and she's too lazy to write anymore.
Oh, shut up. I'm going to try and get these chappies out more regularly.
It's one of my New Year's Resolutions.
Yami: Riiight...
.
Yugi: If you want to be a nice little reader, then click that tiny button at
the bottom of the page that says "go". Then, say nice things about how
you want Yami and me to make out. Do it. What are you doing still
reading?! CLICK THE GOD DAMN BUTTON!!!
Catherine: Yugi! Take a chill pill!
Yami: O.O
^^;;
I've kinda been a little morose lately, and those helped to perk me right
up!!
Catherine: So, yay for all of you reviewers!!
Yugi: YAY!!
Ok, sorry this chappie took a while to get out, but I've had a lot going on
lately. Mainly psycho teachers who think it's funny to load tons of work on
poor, helpless teenagers when they're in emotional distress.
Yugi: Naughty, naughty teachers!!
O.o
Catherine: So, anyways, here's the next chappie.
I've decided that I'm most likely going to update every week. So, be on
the look out!
WARNINGS: This story now officially contains YAOI (as if it didn't
before...^^;).
NOTICE: I've not moved this to the "R" section yet , as you can see,
because I'm trying to work something out with one of my readers...they're
having a problem with it being moved to "R". I've got some ideas going
on, however, and things should be cleared up soon! ^^
Disclaimer: Grrr...I hate these things. If you're a lawyer, I don't own Yu-
Gi-Oh! If you're not a lawyer, I own Yu-Gi-Oh!! Yes, I have lots and lots
of money and stuff! ::giggles insanely and runs away as police chase after
her::
***
Seto and Bakura looked down at their new slaves who were still kneeling
on the ground. Bakura motioned for Ryou to get up, and looked
to Seto.
"Well, I'm going to take Yami's advice. I feel grimy. I think you all should
get cleaned up too," Seto nodded.
"Okay. I'll see you later," He waved slightly as Bakura and Ryou walked to
Bakura's chambers. This left Seto with his new slave.
Seto looked at Jou, who was still kneeling rigidly. Inside, he sighed. He
got stuck with the stubborn one. Brushing off his irritation, he
waved his hand.
"What's your name?" Jou took a breath, and responded reluctantly.
"Jou." Seto almost sighed.
"Stand up. We'll go to my chambers and clean up." Jou stood stiffly,
making Seto huff slightly. Didn't this slave see that he was trying
to be nice?
He turned on his heel and started towards his chambers, Jou trailing
behind him. He was appreciative for the silence, because he
needed to think. To clear his mind of the foggy thoughts that entered his
mind whenever he looked at his new slave's beautiful, blonde
hair, his sensual chocolate brown eyes, and his sleek, well built form.
Yes, he needed to get those thoughts out of his head.
Before he knew it, they were in his chambers. He opened the doors and
stepped in, Jou following. When he reached the bathing room,
Jou stopped at the door. Seto looked back at him, eyebrows raising and
his lips pursing. Jou reluctantly came forward, and Seto motioned him
closer. He came up to Seto, and his master began to take off his clothes.
Jou squeaked and backed away.
"What in the name of Ra do you think you're doing?!" Jou yelled out,
clutching his clothes to his body. Seto rolled his eyes.
"I'm undressing you. We need to bathe," Jou's eyes narrowed, but he
began to take his clothes off anyways. He didn't know why, but something
told him that it was okay.
As Jou's hands fell away from his clothes, and they fell to the floor, Seto
had to bite back a gasp of awe and lust. He was beautiful.
His tanned body was well formed, and his skin seemed to call to Seto to
come caress it. He had a hard time resisting this temptation. He cleared
his throat and averted his eyes. Jou was flushed in the face, and his
hands clutched as though he wanted to shelter himself from Seto's lustful
gaze.
"Well, I'll call for the water," Seto said, his voice a little higher than usual.
Jou seemed to notice this, and smirked. It seemed all mighty Seto had a
weakness. He'd have to remember that.
Some slaves came in and began to fill the tub with water. As the tub
filled up, Jou noticed that several pleasant smelling oils were poured in
too. As soon as the slaves left, Seto turned to Jou, again taking in his
beautiful body.
"Well, get in." Jou stiffened and climbed into the tub. The water was hot
and smelled excellent. As Jou settled against the wall, he closed his eyes
and felt all of his muscles relax. How long had it been since he had taken
a real bath? Months...years? His thoughts were interrupted by a
disturbance in the water. His eyes shot open, and his muscles tensed.
Seto was getting into the bath with him.
It wasn't that alone that caught his attention. Seto had more to him than
it looked. His tall frame was slender, but muscular. His skin was perfect;
without a blemish. Jou found himself staring, and turned away, blushing
slightly. Seto settled against the edge of the tub, and looked over to Jou.
"Come here," Jou trembled slightly, but responded to Seto's command. He
stood up and walked over in front of Seto, and waited. Seto motioned for
Jou to turn around. He complied and sat down, and jumped slightly when
he felt Seto's hands on his back. He heard Seto chuckle slightly.
"I'm just washing your back," Jou relaxed a little bit. This actually was
quite relaxing. The marvelous feel of Seto's hands massaging away his
tenseness, his filth and his grime...it was as though he were trying to
relax him.
Seto was in heaven. Jou's skin was so soft...and he was *his*. He barely
noticed that his hands began to go a little lower...
A small moan from Jou brought him back to reality. Well, not necessarily.
More like made him crazy. He just wanted to take this beauty into his
arms and make him his. Heart, body, and soul. His hands began to
massage harder, and lower. He couldn't stop himself. The small moans
began coming more frequently. He wanted Jou. He wanted him *now*.
He was pulled out of his revelry when Jou moved away from him
reluctantly, and Seto growled low in his throat. Jou turned to him, his face
flushed and breathless. His eyes were filled with a new emotion that Seto
couldn't quite put a finger on. Jou spoke out, his voice low.
"Here, Master. Let me get your back now..." Seto shuddered at the slight
seductiveness in Jou's voice. This was going to be trying on his self
control...
***
Bakura looked down at his new slave as they walked to his chambers.
What were the chances of meeting such a beautiful boy? Pretty slim. And
this boy was his. He belonged to him now.
'No he doesn't...not fully...' Bakura cursed inside of his mind. There was
that voice again. It always seemed to come at the *perfect* times...
'Well, damn. It does have a point. He only belongs to me as my slave.
Maybe...I could...' he shook his head. No, he couldn't do such a thing to
this boy. Something at the back of his mind tugged at him...as though he
knew him from somewhere...He brushed that thought aside, and routinely
opened the doors to his chambers. He heard the startled, yet delighted
gasp from Ryou as the bright sunlight filtered through the window. Bakura
smiled slightly, happy that Ryou liked the sunlight. To him, the darkness
reminded him far too much of his old house...with his father...
Bakura shuddered. He didn't want to be reminded of those dark, dreary
days. Yami had helped to pull him out of those, even though he himself
didn't know it.
"Master? Are you okay? Do you need something?" Bakura started slightly.
He looked down to see Ryou looking up at him with concern written in his
beautiful brown eyes. Bakura felt his heart melt. There was no way in the
world that he could force this innocent to have sex with him. It was just
so cruel...heartless...like his father...
He shook his head to clear his mind of painful memories. He cleared his
throat and smiled slightly at Ryou.
"Yes, I'm fine..." He frowned slightly. "I don't even know your name.
What is it, little slave?" Ryou smiled slightly.
"My name is Ryou, Master." Bakura smiled. Ryou. What an interesting
name.
"That's an strange name, Ryou. Where are you from?" Ryou frowned
slightly.
"I don't really remember, Master. I've been in slavery for the most of my
life...I only remember a little bit of my past..." Ryou looked down a little
sorrowfully. Bakura seemed to feel this slave's pain, and before he
realized what he was doing, took him into a hug. Ryou tensed a little, but
relaxed and returned the gesture. It felt so good to be hugged...and with
Bakura, it just seemed...right.
Bakura was feeling a little lightheaded. He had no idea what effect this
little angel would have on him. His skin was so soft...he wanted to see
more of this beauty. He shook that thought away immediately, however.
He didn't want to be like his father. He didn't want to make little Ryou
suffer like he did...
Ryou pulled away slightly, feeling something wet drop on his cheek. He
looked up at his new master's face, and saw that he was crying. His heart
filled with sorrow. Why was he crying? Ryou gently reached up and
brushed away the tears on Bakura's face. Bakura's eyes widened, and
then closed. The feel of Ryou's soft hand on his face was so
comforting...He took his own hand and pressed Ryou's hand closer to his
cheek, nudging his face against the slave's hand. He needed this contact.
Ryou's eyes widened slightly. What was his new master doing? Well, it
seemed to be pleasing him, and he was enjoying it too, so what harm
could be had? He took his other hand and softly ran his fingers through
Bakura's wild hair.
Bakura softly whimpered. This was paradise. It was also insane. How
could he be brought to total ease and pleasure by just a couple caresses?
He didn't know, but then again, he didn't really care. All that mattered
was that it was happening. He found himself pulling Ryou to his bed. He
picked Ryou up and set him down in the bed, and the slave whimpered
slightly, his muscles tensing. Bakura shook his head and lay down beside
him. He flipped Ryou so he was facing the opposite way, and drew himself
up close, spooning his body. He wrapped his arms around Ryou's mid-
section, and pulled the boy up closer to him. He breathed Ryou's scent in
deeply, letting it intoxicate him. He sighed deeply, hearing a twin come
from his new partner.
"Ryou, you may call me Bakura." And to himself, he thought, 'Because you
are mine. All mine.'
***
Ok, a little shorter that what I normally write, but I wanted to get this up.
Catherine: That and she's too lazy to write anymore.
Oh, shut up. I'm going to try and get these chappies out more regularly.
It's one of my New Year's Resolutions.
Yami: Riiight...
.
Yugi: If you want to be a nice little reader, then click that tiny button at
the bottom of the page that says "go". Then, say nice things about how
you want Yami and me to make out. Do it. What are you doing still
reading?! CLICK THE GOD DAMN BUTTON!!!
Catherine: Yugi! Take a chill pill!
Yami: O.O
^^;;