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A/N: Oh dear god, what am I doing now....I just seem to keep gaining levels of deprevation....poor Jou, he's never gonna forgive me for this.....
Chapter 5: The Fist Shade: Crimson
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Leather....
He looked intently at his darkened reflection, staring back into himself with bright eyes. He decided he looked pretty good in the black skin hugging material. He ran his hands over his body experimentally, liking the feeling of the slick clothes that clung to him. Jou wondered absently why he'd never tried leather before, it seemed to look awfully nice on him, his body dark and well defined, his hair set apart and nearly glowing. He looked damn good, and smiled from the knowledge. He looked better than Yugi did in leather.
He spun a few times to examine himself at every angle before he picked up his bag and walked from the apartment. Despite the obviously broken lock, he closed the door behind himself and walked casually down the hall. It had only taken seven apartments to find something suitable to fit him and make him look good. He had hoped it wouldn't have taken him so long, but even a juvenile delinquent like himself had to rely on luck. Unfortunately it seemed missing at first, but in the end since no one had caught him he decided luck had done him just fine. He stuffed the hospital gown absently into the bag he'd stolen from the second apartment he'd been exploring in. Of course, he was several streets and several buildings away from that lace now. He certainly wasn't dumb enough to loot in only one building. Thankfully, Japan had an awful lot of apartment buildings, and he knew from living in the seedy side of town which ones didn't have proper security devices.
//And Dad said I'd never amount to anything....// Jounouchi thought passively as he threw a coat on over the leather. It was still cold enough to need a jacket and the leather hadn't yet absorbed his body warmth. He looked through his bag and played absently with some of the costume jewelery he'd found laying around in various homes. It was all chepy stuff to be sure, you didn't live in a place like this and spend money on gaudy stuff like the necklaces he'd taken. It didn't matter though, he just needed a few pieces to accent his new leather outfit. He grinned. Damn, he knew he looked fine, and he knew he would be appealing to his master.
Jou paused and looked up thoughtfully towards the moon, it was bright and full now and cast a beautiful silver light over everything. He wondered if anyone knew he was missing, if the doctos had told Yugi and his friends, or maybe his father. He shivered, preferring it if his dad stayed drunk and clueless. Chances were that his dad was in fact passed out somewhere, probably with a bottle of whiskey and a cheap hooker. Jou sighed. It didn't matter much. He played with the zipper of his coat and considered going to Yugi, some deeper part of himself felt that maybe that was where he should be going, rather than back to Kai-master. He shook his head roughly, upset for almost having said his master's name. A small voice spoke in whispers telling him he had to say 'Master', he must obey and now that he was free he needed to return. Of course, another voice piped up that his master had abadoned him in the first place, he should be mad. A voice he'd carried with him since childhood said it was crazy to be having such an in depth conversation with yourself and he should just get a move on to wherever the hell he was going. Considering he had left, well escaped really, the hospital, he didn't want to be crazy. Sure, it wasn't that easy, like turning off a switch, but talking to yourself was a bad sign.
//Why can't my mind just shut the hell up.....I just need to know where I'm going....// Jou started walking forwards again, his strides taking him through a lush park. He leaned against a tree and slid to the ground carefully, then folded up his legs beneath him. //Where am I supposed to go??// he thought dismally, not realizing that his eyes had begun to well up with tears again. He felt so lost and abandoned. His heart was telling him to seek out Yugi, but his fear told him to go back to his master. He was hurt and heartbroken and dark inside. Jounouchi knew his life had never been exactly cheery, though he'd done a good job hiding it, but he'd never felt worse.
//Why did no one come for me?// The thought was quiet and spoke of great hurt that stabbed in his mind. Not one person had asked to come see him other than his mother and sister. He'd sent Shizuka fleeing with tears in her eyes, though it was hazy and he didn't remember why she ran. His mother had just looked down blankly at him. //She looked at me like there was no hope...I'm not hopeless, am I? Is that why no one.....no! I'm not gonna think like that!//
Still, the fact remained that no friends had come, and neither had his master. Why would he, he'd already abadoned Jou once. What had he done so wrong that he was thrown out? Jounouchi couldn't remember, the last few months were a blur lost to the drugs and the timelessness that existed inside the hospital. He could always go to Shizuka, but he couldn't. He knew he wasn't better yet and the idea of causing her more pain wasn't worth the risk. Nope, he'd have to figure it out for himself, where he should go.
There was a vague idea in his head that if he went back to his master things might be better, they might change. A dark void swarmed below that thought, angry and unbidden. It was stupid to think things would just magically get better, they didn't. If you wanted things to change you made them. A smile touched Jou's face, a dark light shone from deep in his eyes. You made things better.
He got up and began to run, the park whooshed by in a torrent of greeness. Slowly the leather began to lose it's stiffness and it felt nice and snug on him as he ran for all he was worth. He picked up speed as he went further from the place he'd began, his body moving gracefully through the midnight streets. He thought it was midnight, but probably a bit earlier since so many people still were out for the evening. Since escaping his cronometer had gone to shit, he was lucky if he could tell the time and be within 5 hours. Not that it mattered, he could pick up a clock now that he was out. It occured to him absently that he could've taken a watch while he was snooping in other people's apartments. Of course, he probably couldn't have found a nice watch to match his outfit.
A block away from the Kaiba Corp building he ducked into another park and jogged over the the fountain that stood at it's center. It was nice and quiet in the business district of Domino, most men having gone back to their families by now, but he was sure Master would still be at work. The park was destered and he was grateful for the time alone. His stomach fluttered nervously as he removed the jacket and let it fall around his feet. He perched on the fountain ledge and leaned over to look himself over once more in the water's mirrored surface.
The leather still clung to his body with intimate tightness that was just a hair's width away from being uncomfortable. The pants came to his waist and were topped with a fancy silver-linked belt that stood out nicely. The top was a vest that left his arms bare and showed of a good deal of his chest. He smiled again at his appearance. For someone who'd spent the last months tied to his bed he still was in good shape. He thanked kami-sama silently, glad that he'd look so good for his Master. He fished in the bag and added a few silver bracelets and a stylized armband that looked like a branch wrapping around his bicep. He brushed his hair back from his eyes and looked intently for several moments, just studying himself, his looks and movements. Nothing seemed wrong or different, which was good, his master hated change and the unexpected. //Maybe that's why he abandoned me....everything became too much of a surprise for him to deal with.// then again, his master was supposed to be able to deal with anything.
Jou sighed, not wanting to get in another mental argument with himself. Nope, he wasn't going to act crazy tonight, or so he hoped. He still wasn't sure if he looked crazy from the outside looking in, but there wasn't much to be done for that. He wrapped himself in a aura of confidence, a trick he'd learned long ago while surviving gang life. If you could make them belive you were tough, that you knew you would win, they'd usually back down. People were like that. Jou knew the confidence was a bluff, his best friends likely did too, but most of the outwards world didn't see past the facade that covered his failings. His hands darted back up to his hair unconsciously, fussing with it and then smoothing it out again. He knew how much Master loved his golden locks. He'd snuck into an older building early in his investigations that night and hadn't taken anything but a shower. Oh...and the towels. He wasn't dumb enough to leave those behind, the stuff they did with DNA now. Of course his hair was probably in the drain now too, so they could take that, but would anyone go to the trouble with nothing but a set of faded grey towels being stolen? He laughed. By going back with his master he was sure that he'd be provided with a good lawyer and get off no matter what. It paid to be rich and have a reputation for ruthlessness. If charges came up they'd be dropped, a certain someone wuld be seeing to it.
Jou tilted his head back and his eyes traced up the building slowly, seeking out the uppermost levels. It was cloudless and clear and Jounouchi was fairly certain he could see lights on somewhere near the top, where the executive offices were. He ran his hands along the leather and took a deep breath, steeling himself for what came next.
//Huh??......Shit. What comes next??// Jou opened the doors and walked into the lobby. It was decortated in red and was fairly lavish. A large semi- circle desk of dark stained oak took up the space between the front elevators. Instead of a secretary a guard sat behind the glowing wood, he was staring hard in Jou's direction. //I doubt many leather-clad young guys come in here late at night....unless you count Master and maybe Yugi...I think he's been here before.// Jou strode up to the man and stared back into his eyes.
"May I help you?" the guy asked gruffy from somewhere beneath a furry grey beard.
Jou smiled and turned on the charm. "Hey, yeah, I just need to scoot up and talk to Ma.....Uh, Kaiba Seto." Jou blinked and hesitated. He couldn't call his Master by name, but if he'd said 'Master' he'd probably get thrown out on his ass. Hopefully he'd be forgiven just this once.
The man looked up at Jou with flat uncurious eyes. "Kaiba-sama sees no one this late. Call tomorrow and make an appointment."
Jou beamed "So he is here!" sure, it had been in all likelihood, but confirmation was always nice. "Just buzz up to him and tell him he has a visitor."
The man looked at him doubtfully, but Jou smiled as brightly as he could, trying to be his winning best. It seemed to work. Or hell, maybe the guy just had a thing for teenage boys in leather. Considering who his boss was, who knew? The man looked down and pressed a button on an intercom, then held down the speak panel. "Kaiba-sama, a visitor is here--"
A harsh voice cut the man off suddenly, a very angry voice. "You know you aren't supposed to bother me when I'm working, you do like your job don't you?"
Jou leaned over the counter and put his face close to the speaker. "I'm sorry...I just wanted to leave you a message....your lost puppy found it's way home.
A beat passed breathlessly then a quiet voice came from the intercom. "Send him up."
Jou smiled and headed towards the back elevator, the only one that led directly from the lobby to the executive suite and vice-versa. It opened immediately and he stepped inside. As soon as he was moving his breath exploded outwards in relief and his legs gave way. Most of the ride was a blur as he sat in a puddle on the floor trying to glue himself back together from his bout of nerves. He felt heady and the world was spinning around him. It made his mind sing with pain and frustration. He was going to be sick, he was certain of it, but nothing happened. Of course, if he did he'd just find a bathroom and clean himself up. Nothing on the face of the world would keep him from his Master after so long. Choked laughed worked it's way up his throat until he was sobbing and laughing in the grips of absolute hysteria.
//Why....why am I doing this??// his mind screamed silently, trying to pull back from the brink of his madness. //I don't want to be here...I don't want to hurt....// he gripped his head with both hands, his body trembling. //Oh god...Yugi....what the hell am I doing? I should've gone to Yugi...but I can't, I have too//
The elevator stopped, startling Jounouchi from his thoughts, his mind going eerily quiet. The doors opened slowly to face a broad door, oak like the desk downstairs. A gold name plate stood out from the burnished wood, but Jou kept his face turned from it, not wanting to read it, not wanting to realize where he was and what he was about to do. His stomach rumbled in nervous apprehension and another voice in his mind tried frantically to whisper that it wasn't to late, that he could still close the door adn go back to the lobby. He could run from the building and back through the streets. Even with his eyes closed he knew he could find the Kame Game Shop.
His body stood and moved forward of it's own volition, ignoring the frantic pleas screaming for release inside his tired mind. He felt so tired, so dead, and what lay behind the door was the only cure, his only salvation. What ever was behind the door would either save his sanity or send him wailing over the edge. Jounouchi wasn't sure which possibility he should be praying for, it didn't matter so long as he never would up back in that hospital. So white and barren and dead. He hated it and vowed not to go back, he had to go forward.
He hands reached out hesitantly and clamped tightly over the gold handles, cool and pleasant in his heated grip. His shoulders working slowly, he pulled the doors open so that a foot of light appeared between them.
Master's fingers were drumming lightly on his desk, Jou wasn't sure if it was nervousness or anticipation. Cold blue eyes settled onhis face and Jou opened the doors enough to slip inside. He stood tensly in the deep shadows of the office, not ready to step forward into the full effect of the chilled gaze of his Master.
The brunette stood up quickly and stepped with long graceful movements around the corner of his desk. The room was sparcly decorated, which reflected Master's minimalist frame of mind. The less distractions there were the easier it was to work. Jou shuffled his feet, feeling very much like a distraction. //I shouldn't have come here and bothered him, he's not going to like it...//
A soft hand cupping his face brough his eyes up suddenly and he found himself staring dazedly into the cerulean depths of his Master's gaze. Jou swallowed dryly and stood still, too shocked to move. The hand patted his cheek in a gentle manner while the other hand busied itself with his chest. The skin felt so cool and welcome against his own, it was inviting in ways that made Jou scream inside.
The taller boy pulled the blonde in close to him, their lips almost touching. "You came back." his voice breathed light and airy, a sound that blended into the silence and was gone as soon as said. The lips claimed Jou's mouth and worked warmly against him, tongue pushing in lightly to take entrance. Jou opened his mouth obediantly and allowed himself to be kissed, but not kiss back. He didn't know the terms of what was taking place, of what must pas between them now, and he was afraid of what might happen if he overstepped the boundaries. The brunette seemed unworried as his tongue explored Jou's mouth, relishing in the taste and scent of the slight blonde. He tugged at the zipper of the vest that sheathed Jounouchi's torso, his hands desperate to explore the boy's flesh, the flesh which he thought forever denied to him. His puppy had come back though.
Kaiba broke the kiss and stared intently into the chocolate eyes of his would-be lover. The depth spoke of pain and hatred, but love as well. Most of all Kaiba knew that the person staring back out at him was indeed Jounouchi Katsuya. A miracle, his miracle. He leaned back in to possess the other boy again. Pleasure flowed over him in waves as he deepened the kiss, his hands now eagerly seeking out the belt buckle so that the pants could join the vest on the floor. Thoughts of torture and dominace were temporarily forgotten, Kaiba simply wanted Junouchi, in any and all ways possible at this given moment. The blonde wasn't putting up a fight.
Jou began to kiss back timidly at first, but with increasign passion, his tongue fighting with Kaiba's for dominace over their locked mouths. Hands struggled with clothing as it was removed and tossed to the floor. Jou wrapped one arm about his Master's waist and one hand went to cup his neck. Kaiba began to kiss tenderly along Jou's jaw, enjoying the flavour of his skin. Jou smiled as the sensations pssed breifly through his mind, only to be swallowed up by the turmoil inside. Kaiba gasped as the hand tightened around his neck, two hands now, becoming rough and grasping. He tried to suck air into his lungs but his throat burned and he pulled nothing in. He struggled against the hands that held him, but Jou seemed overcome by a preternatural strength as he throttled the life out of his Master. Energy seemed to sap from his limb as he tried to tear free, but it was useless. He wasn't sure how jou had accomplished it, but he was stronger this once than Kaiba was. Damn.
Jounouchi Katsuya was looking down at him through dark eyes, a grim light shining from somewhere deep inside. Staring into those ruined eyes was the last thing Kaiba remembered before he passed out.
When he woke up he realized with dull certainly that he was tied to his chair. Damn again. Jou sat on his desk in front of him, his head resting on his curled up knees. "You're not even gonna struggle?" the blonde asked softly. Kaiba growled lowly in responce, not realizing how ironic the behaviour was, given their roles only a few weeks ago. Jou shrugged. It bothered Kaiba, the seeming uncaring of his now would-be Master. His stomach dropped and he became coldly certain that he had hit on what was happening. The voice of his adoptive father spoke sharply inside his head, telling him no Kaiba could ever be conquered or destroyed. The irony of that was Seto had done just that very thing to the old man. Of course, Kaiba Seto was a much different person from Kaiba Gozaburo.
Jou eyed him without curiousity, remembering from weeks now distant the shape and grace of his master's naked flesh. It wasn't particularily fascinating to him, Jou felt no stimulation at the sight like he had though he would. Something was missing, he mused absently, his hands twirling through his hair. He stood and slunk to his captive in a daze and knelt before him, staring up with bemused eyes. "I know what you'd like Master, what will make you feel better. He deftly dipped his head into the brunette's lap and nipped playfully at his manhood. Jou could feel the heat building in the other boy's skin at the practiced bites he placed lovingly along the shaft as his master twitched and tried not to groan beneath him. Jou looked back up grinning at the sight of his master with his eyes clamped closed, biting his lip to keep from crying out. Master seemed to be enjoying his ministrations but was determined to make no sound, to show no sign of it. Jou knew even his Master's willpower would melt under his ouch as he took the erect member into his mouth and ran his tongue along the tip. Kaiba squirmed from the feeling of the warmth around him, but couldn't pull away, didn't want to. Jou sucked and nipped playfully with him as he began to openly moan and push back against Jou in pleasure. The boy let his gaze drift upwards until he caught the troubled blue gaze. His master was watching him carefully, anger and desire a strange mix in his eyes. Jou bit down hard and watched as His master tried to pull back, eyes closed again in pain. The blonde pulled back suddenly and grabbed for the bag the sat beside the chair, Kaiba hadn't noticed it sitting there admidst all the distractions. Jou grinned as he pulled a few toys from the backpack. Kaiba notived now in shock that one of the toys was a miniture cat-o-nine-tails. A whip. Not good.
Jou found what he was looking for and kissed his master on the inside of the thigh, working slowly up towards the source of Kaiba's need. Jou grinned as he teased and prodded his master towards climax, he could feel it coming in the deep moans coming from his throat, and in the urgent rocking of his hips. He placed the piece of plastic down over the tip of Kaiba's erection and rolled it down painfull to sit at his base. Kaiba quivered with the need of his release that Jou denied him, but the blonde looked on placidly. He wanted his release before he'd permit Kaiba to have his. Jou smirked darkly, his eyes veiled and deep. He stood sloly and then came forward to straddle his master's lap, trapping his member between them. Kaiba gasped and moaned as Jou watched in amusement.
"Soon enough..." Jou murmured softly as he kissed Kaiba's collar bone lightly, leaving a wet trail along the width of his chest. the blonde looked up and smiled, claiming his master's lips. "I'll let you have your fun when I'm done. " Not able to do much more, Kaiba tried to spit at him. Jou laughed since it didn't work, his master's mouth was far too dry by now, with all that moaning and such he'd seemed to have so much fun doing a few moments before.
Jou pulled the pocket knife slowly from the bag and stared at it. transfixed, as he pulled the knife from it's sheath. The metal was bright and cool and stood out beautifully against the soft skin of his master. He felt his master wince and jerk back as the knife dug into the creamy flesh above his left nipple. Jou took it into his mouth, sucking at it tenderly, enjoying the taste of Kaiba's flesh and blood pouring into his mouth. Excitement began to well up inside him as he drank down his master's lifeblood, the warm coppery liquid filling him. It felt nice. Kaiba was making a strange hissing sound like some kind of snake, which made Jou almost want to laugh, almsot want to pull away, but he stayed fixed where he was. The knife dug in again near the CEO's collar bone, a red line trailing down the front of his chest as the blonde sitting across his lap began to lick and nip at the wound. Kaiba could feel Jou's excitement against him as the boy kissed his chest and coverd it with more of his blood.
Jou slashed in fervour at the soft skin that lay like a blank canvass in front of him, the bright redness such a welcome sight against the pale flesh. He kissed and licked frantically at Kaiba as he worked, taking in the feel and scent of his wounded master with every second. Red streaks and swirls marred the perfection of Kaiba's chest as Jou rocked against him, his release coming sudden and warm against his master. Jou sat still and huddled against his master for a second before slipping down backward of the lap and looking up with bright dazed eyes. Jounouchi Katsuya looked more lost and hurt than Kaiba could imagine any living person to feel. Numb hands felt clumbsily for his member and removed the ring that bound him and his release. Jou took it again into his mouth and ran his tongue gently along the underside, feeding and nuturing his master's coming orgasm. Kaiba drooped forward as it happened, the last of his energy running out with it and he blacked out in a wave of pleasure and pain.
Jou looked with frightened eyes at the mess he had made, the horrible redness that stained the white perfection of his master. It was inexcusable his mind whimpered as he tried in desperate hurried movements to wipe the rdness from Kaiba with the towel that was now on the floor. Slowly most began to come off, but the largest cut still bled a deep crimson that flowed slowly down his chest and pooled in his lap, now staining his member in the same redness. Jou backed up until he bumped into the large desk and he fell, gripping at the sides of his head and sobbing into his knees. He curled in upon himself and lay that way for hours as the dawn swiftly came.
His master still lay unconscious in the chair, his head fallen forward onto his chest. The blood had stopped and clotted a few hours before and had darkened and begun to flake on the pale skin. Jou cried and looked outside at the lightening sky, not wanted to face tomorrow, not wanting to know what would come next. He hurt all over and inside. His body felt as though he'd been taken again, but he knew it was guilt, his body trying to punish him for his crimes.
//What did I do?? Oh kami-sama....what the hell is wrong with me? I don't want to be like this....// wounded inside and out he crawled forlornly over to his master and held on to his leg like a child as he fell into a dark disturbed sleep where the shadows from below came up to claim and possess him, dragging him downwards into hell.
He noticed with grim finality that hell was red.
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A/N: Kaiba's not dead, just hurt. Then again so is Jou. I'm so evil, I actually had him getting a rise out of cutting Kaiba. It's this whole pain=sex thing that Kaiba taught him. (Kaiba got turned on by whipping Jou, well, Jou prefers cutting. Just a matter of personal taste.) (Oh and yes, that's the reason Jou didn't get -ahem- excited, until after he began cutting Kaiba, the whole pain is necessary factor.)
Once again, none of Jou's friends show up in this chapter. What are they doing, don't they care about Jounouchi-kun? Well of course they do! What the hell are they supposed to do? All they know is Jou disappeared for a couple of weeks, turned up raped, tortured and not himself, then due to trauma and self-harm problems he got put into a metal hospital (for his own safety). There isn't much they can so, they aren't a junior detective squad. There's only so much they can do. As for them going to 'likely suspects' (one reviewer e-mailed me about having the gang tag Kaiba as a likely suspect) the gang probably wouldn't think of Kaiba, they don't think he's enough of a prick to rape Jou, he doesn't even like Jounouchi after all. (little do they know) the most likely suspects would probably be associated with jou's former life in a gang, a since even Honda doesn't know all the details, where would they begin? Yugi-tachi will likely show up before the end, but nope, so far they're pretty clueles about what's going on. Not that it's their fault, what are they supposed to do besides being filled with impotent fury and sadness? (I just wrote all this so everybody doesn't have to go 'but where are Yugi and the others, why aren't they helping Jou!?!?!)
See ya!!
A/N: Oh dear god, what am I doing now....I just seem to keep gaining levels of deprevation....poor Jou, he's never gonna forgive me for this.....
Chapter 5: The Fist Shade: Crimson
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Leather....
He looked intently at his darkened reflection, staring back into himself with bright eyes. He decided he looked pretty good in the black skin hugging material. He ran his hands over his body experimentally, liking the feeling of the slick clothes that clung to him. Jou wondered absently why he'd never tried leather before, it seemed to look awfully nice on him, his body dark and well defined, his hair set apart and nearly glowing. He looked damn good, and smiled from the knowledge. He looked better than Yugi did in leather.
He spun a few times to examine himself at every angle before he picked up his bag and walked from the apartment. Despite the obviously broken lock, he closed the door behind himself and walked casually down the hall. It had only taken seven apartments to find something suitable to fit him and make him look good. He had hoped it wouldn't have taken him so long, but even a juvenile delinquent like himself had to rely on luck. Unfortunately it seemed missing at first, but in the end since no one had caught him he decided luck had done him just fine. He stuffed the hospital gown absently into the bag he'd stolen from the second apartment he'd been exploring in. Of course, he was several streets and several buildings away from that lace now. He certainly wasn't dumb enough to loot in only one building. Thankfully, Japan had an awful lot of apartment buildings, and he knew from living in the seedy side of town which ones didn't have proper security devices.
//And Dad said I'd never amount to anything....// Jounouchi thought passively as he threw a coat on over the leather. It was still cold enough to need a jacket and the leather hadn't yet absorbed his body warmth. He looked through his bag and played absently with some of the costume jewelery he'd found laying around in various homes. It was all chepy stuff to be sure, you didn't live in a place like this and spend money on gaudy stuff like the necklaces he'd taken. It didn't matter though, he just needed a few pieces to accent his new leather outfit. He grinned. Damn, he knew he looked fine, and he knew he would be appealing to his master.
Jou paused and looked up thoughtfully towards the moon, it was bright and full now and cast a beautiful silver light over everything. He wondered if anyone knew he was missing, if the doctos had told Yugi and his friends, or maybe his father. He shivered, preferring it if his dad stayed drunk and clueless. Chances were that his dad was in fact passed out somewhere, probably with a bottle of whiskey and a cheap hooker. Jou sighed. It didn't matter much. He played with the zipper of his coat and considered going to Yugi, some deeper part of himself felt that maybe that was where he should be going, rather than back to Kai-master. He shook his head roughly, upset for almost having said his master's name. A small voice spoke in whispers telling him he had to say 'Master', he must obey and now that he was free he needed to return. Of course, another voice piped up that his master had abadoned him in the first place, he should be mad. A voice he'd carried with him since childhood said it was crazy to be having such an in depth conversation with yourself and he should just get a move on to wherever the hell he was going. Considering he had left, well escaped really, the hospital, he didn't want to be crazy. Sure, it wasn't that easy, like turning off a switch, but talking to yourself was a bad sign.
//Why can't my mind just shut the hell up.....I just need to know where I'm going....// Jou started walking forwards again, his strides taking him through a lush park. He leaned against a tree and slid to the ground carefully, then folded up his legs beneath him. //Where am I supposed to go??// he thought dismally, not realizing that his eyes had begun to well up with tears again. He felt so lost and abandoned. His heart was telling him to seek out Yugi, but his fear told him to go back to his master. He was hurt and heartbroken and dark inside. Jounouchi knew his life had never been exactly cheery, though he'd done a good job hiding it, but he'd never felt worse.
//Why did no one come for me?// The thought was quiet and spoke of great hurt that stabbed in his mind. Not one person had asked to come see him other than his mother and sister. He'd sent Shizuka fleeing with tears in her eyes, though it was hazy and he didn't remember why she ran. His mother had just looked down blankly at him. //She looked at me like there was no hope...I'm not hopeless, am I? Is that why no one.....no! I'm not gonna think like that!//
Still, the fact remained that no friends had come, and neither had his master. Why would he, he'd already abadoned Jou once. What had he done so wrong that he was thrown out? Jounouchi couldn't remember, the last few months were a blur lost to the drugs and the timelessness that existed inside the hospital. He could always go to Shizuka, but he couldn't. He knew he wasn't better yet and the idea of causing her more pain wasn't worth the risk. Nope, he'd have to figure it out for himself, where he should go.
There was a vague idea in his head that if he went back to his master things might be better, they might change. A dark void swarmed below that thought, angry and unbidden. It was stupid to think things would just magically get better, they didn't. If you wanted things to change you made them. A smile touched Jou's face, a dark light shone from deep in his eyes. You made things better.
He got up and began to run, the park whooshed by in a torrent of greeness. Slowly the leather began to lose it's stiffness and it felt nice and snug on him as he ran for all he was worth. He picked up speed as he went further from the place he'd began, his body moving gracefully through the midnight streets. He thought it was midnight, but probably a bit earlier since so many people still were out for the evening. Since escaping his cronometer had gone to shit, he was lucky if he could tell the time and be within 5 hours. Not that it mattered, he could pick up a clock now that he was out. It occured to him absently that he could've taken a watch while he was snooping in other people's apartments. Of course, he probably couldn't have found a nice watch to match his outfit.
A block away from the Kaiba Corp building he ducked into another park and jogged over the the fountain that stood at it's center. It was nice and quiet in the business district of Domino, most men having gone back to their families by now, but he was sure Master would still be at work. The park was destered and he was grateful for the time alone. His stomach fluttered nervously as he removed the jacket and let it fall around his feet. He perched on the fountain ledge and leaned over to look himself over once more in the water's mirrored surface.
The leather still clung to his body with intimate tightness that was just a hair's width away from being uncomfortable. The pants came to his waist and were topped with a fancy silver-linked belt that stood out nicely. The top was a vest that left his arms bare and showed of a good deal of his chest. He smiled again at his appearance. For someone who'd spent the last months tied to his bed he still was in good shape. He thanked kami-sama silently, glad that he'd look so good for his Master. He fished in the bag and added a few silver bracelets and a stylized armband that looked like a branch wrapping around his bicep. He brushed his hair back from his eyes and looked intently for several moments, just studying himself, his looks and movements. Nothing seemed wrong or different, which was good, his master hated change and the unexpected. //Maybe that's why he abandoned me....everything became too much of a surprise for him to deal with.// then again, his master was supposed to be able to deal with anything.
Jou sighed, not wanting to get in another mental argument with himself. Nope, he wasn't going to act crazy tonight, or so he hoped. He still wasn't sure if he looked crazy from the outside looking in, but there wasn't much to be done for that. He wrapped himself in a aura of confidence, a trick he'd learned long ago while surviving gang life. If you could make them belive you were tough, that you knew you would win, they'd usually back down. People were like that. Jou knew the confidence was a bluff, his best friends likely did too, but most of the outwards world didn't see past the facade that covered his failings. His hands darted back up to his hair unconsciously, fussing with it and then smoothing it out again. He knew how much Master loved his golden locks. He'd snuck into an older building early in his investigations that night and hadn't taken anything but a shower. Oh...and the towels. He wasn't dumb enough to leave those behind, the stuff they did with DNA now. Of course his hair was probably in the drain now too, so they could take that, but would anyone go to the trouble with nothing but a set of faded grey towels being stolen? He laughed. By going back with his master he was sure that he'd be provided with a good lawyer and get off no matter what. It paid to be rich and have a reputation for ruthlessness. If charges came up they'd be dropped, a certain someone wuld be seeing to it.
Jou tilted his head back and his eyes traced up the building slowly, seeking out the uppermost levels. It was cloudless and clear and Jounouchi was fairly certain he could see lights on somewhere near the top, where the executive offices were. He ran his hands along the leather and took a deep breath, steeling himself for what came next.
//Huh??......Shit. What comes next??// Jou opened the doors and walked into the lobby. It was decortated in red and was fairly lavish. A large semi- circle desk of dark stained oak took up the space between the front elevators. Instead of a secretary a guard sat behind the glowing wood, he was staring hard in Jou's direction. //I doubt many leather-clad young guys come in here late at night....unless you count Master and maybe Yugi...I think he's been here before.// Jou strode up to the man and stared back into his eyes.
"May I help you?" the guy asked gruffy from somewhere beneath a furry grey beard.
Jou smiled and turned on the charm. "Hey, yeah, I just need to scoot up and talk to Ma.....Uh, Kaiba Seto." Jou blinked and hesitated. He couldn't call his Master by name, but if he'd said 'Master' he'd probably get thrown out on his ass. Hopefully he'd be forgiven just this once.
The man looked up at Jou with flat uncurious eyes. "Kaiba-sama sees no one this late. Call tomorrow and make an appointment."
Jou beamed "So he is here!" sure, it had been in all likelihood, but confirmation was always nice. "Just buzz up to him and tell him he has a visitor."
The man looked at him doubtfully, but Jou smiled as brightly as he could, trying to be his winning best. It seemed to work. Or hell, maybe the guy just had a thing for teenage boys in leather. Considering who his boss was, who knew? The man looked down and pressed a button on an intercom, then held down the speak panel. "Kaiba-sama, a visitor is here--"
A harsh voice cut the man off suddenly, a very angry voice. "You know you aren't supposed to bother me when I'm working, you do like your job don't you?"
Jou leaned over the counter and put his face close to the speaker. "I'm sorry...I just wanted to leave you a message....your lost puppy found it's way home.
A beat passed breathlessly then a quiet voice came from the intercom. "Send him up."
Jou smiled and headed towards the back elevator, the only one that led directly from the lobby to the executive suite and vice-versa. It opened immediately and he stepped inside. As soon as he was moving his breath exploded outwards in relief and his legs gave way. Most of the ride was a blur as he sat in a puddle on the floor trying to glue himself back together from his bout of nerves. He felt heady and the world was spinning around him. It made his mind sing with pain and frustration. He was going to be sick, he was certain of it, but nothing happened. Of course, if he did he'd just find a bathroom and clean himself up. Nothing on the face of the world would keep him from his Master after so long. Choked laughed worked it's way up his throat until he was sobbing and laughing in the grips of absolute hysteria.
//Why....why am I doing this??// his mind screamed silently, trying to pull back from the brink of his madness. //I don't want to be here...I don't want to hurt....// he gripped his head with both hands, his body trembling. //Oh god...Yugi....what the hell am I doing? I should've gone to Yugi...but I can't, I have too//
The elevator stopped, startling Jounouchi from his thoughts, his mind going eerily quiet. The doors opened slowly to face a broad door, oak like the desk downstairs. A gold name plate stood out from the burnished wood, but Jou kept his face turned from it, not wanting to read it, not wanting to realize where he was and what he was about to do. His stomach rumbled in nervous apprehension and another voice in his mind tried frantically to whisper that it wasn't to late, that he could still close the door adn go back to the lobby. He could run from the building and back through the streets. Even with his eyes closed he knew he could find the Kame Game Shop.
His body stood and moved forward of it's own volition, ignoring the frantic pleas screaming for release inside his tired mind. He felt so tired, so dead, and what lay behind the door was the only cure, his only salvation. What ever was behind the door would either save his sanity or send him wailing over the edge. Jounouchi wasn't sure which possibility he should be praying for, it didn't matter so long as he never would up back in that hospital. So white and barren and dead. He hated it and vowed not to go back, he had to go forward.
He hands reached out hesitantly and clamped tightly over the gold handles, cool and pleasant in his heated grip. His shoulders working slowly, he pulled the doors open so that a foot of light appeared between them.
Master's fingers were drumming lightly on his desk, Jou wasn't sure if it was nervousness or anticipation. Cold blue eyes settled onhis face and Jou opened the doors enough to slip inside. He stood tensly in the deep shadows of the office, not ready to step forward into the full effect of the chilled gaze of his Master.
The brunette stood up quickly and stepped with long graceful movements around the corner of his desk. The room was sparcly decorated, which reflected Master's minimalist frame of mind. The less distractions there were the easier it was to work. Jou shuffled his feet, feeling very much like a distraction. //I shouldn't have come here and bothered him, he's not going to like it...//
A soft hand cupping his face brough his eyes up suddenly and he found himself staring dazedly into the cerulean depths of his Master's gaze. Jou swallowed dryly and stood still, too shocked to move. The hand patted his cheek in a gentle manner while the other hand busied itself with his chest. The skin felt so cool and welcome against his own, it was inviting in ways that made Jou scream inside.
The taller boy pulled the blonde in close to him, their lips almost touching. "You came back." his voice breathed light and airy, a sound that blended into the silence and was gone as soon as said. The lips claimed Jou's mouth and worked warmly against him, tongue pushing in lightly to take entrance. Jou opened his mouth obediantly and allowed himself to be kissed, but not kiss back. He didn't know the terms of what was taking place, of what must pas between them now, and he was afraid of what might happen if he overstepped the boundaries. The brunette seemed unworried as his tongue explored Jou's mouth, relishing in the taste and scent of the slight blonde. He tugged at the zipper of the vest that sheathed Jounouchi's torso, his hands desperate to explore the boy's flesh, the flesh which he thought forever denied to him. His puppy had come back though.
Kaiba broke the kiss and stared intently into the chocolate eyes of his would-be lover. The depth spoke of pain and hatred, but love as well. Most of all Kaiba knew that the person staring back out at him was indeed Jounouchi Katsuya. A miracle, his miracle. He leaned back in to possess the other boy again. Pleasure flowed over him in waves as he deepened the kiss, his hands now eagerly seeking out the belt buckle so that the pants could join the vest on the floor. Thoughts of torture and dominace were temporarily forgotten, Kaiba simply wanted Junouchi, in any and all ways possible at this given moment. The blonde wasn't putting up a fight.
Jou began to kiss back timidly at first, but with increasign passion, his tongue fighting with Kaiba's for dominace over their locked mouths. Hands struggled with clothing as it was removed and tossed to the floor. Jou wrapped one arm about his Master's waist and one hand went to cup his neck. Kaiba began to kiss tenderly along Jou's jaw, enjoying the flavour of his skin. Jou smiled as the sensations pssed breifly through his mind, only to be swallowed up by the turmoil inside. Kaiba gasped as the hand tightened around his neck, two hands now, becoming rough and grasping. He tried to suck air into his lungs but his throat burned and he pulled nothing in. He struggled against the hands that held him, but Jou seemed overcome by a preternatural strength as he throttled the life out of his Master. Energy seemed to sap from his limb as he tried to tear free, but it was useless. He wasn't sure how jou had accomplished it, but he was stronger this once than Kaiba was. Damn.
Jounouchi Katsuya was looking down at him through dark eyes, a grim light shining from somewhere deep inside. Staring into those ruined eyes was the last thing Kaiba remembered before he passed out.
When he woke up he realized with dull certainly that he was tied to his chair. Damn again. Jou sat on his desk in front of him, his head resting on his curled up knees. "You're not even gonna struggle?" the blonde asked softly. Kaiba growled lowly in responce, not realizing how ironic the behaviour was, given their roles only a few weeks ago. Jou shrugged. It bothered Kaiba, the seeming uncaring of his now would-be Master. His stomach dropped and he became coldly certain that he had hit on what was happening. The voice of his adoptive father spoke sharply inside his head, telling him no Kaiba could ever be conquered or destroyed. The irony of that was Seto had done just that very thing to the old man. Of course, Kaiba Seto was a much different person from Kaiba Gozaburo.
Jou eyed him without curiousity, remembering from weeks now distant the shape and grace of his master's naked flesh. It wasn't particularily fascinating to him, Jou felt no stimulation at the sight like he had though he would. Something was missing, he mused absently, his hands twirling through his hair. He stood and slunk to his captive in a daze and knelt before him, staring up with bemused eyes. "I know what you'd like Master, what will make you feel better. He deftly dipped his head into the brunette's lap and nipped playfully at his manhood. Jou could feel the heat building in the other boy's skin at the practiced bites he placed lovingly along the shaft as his master twitched and tried not to groan beneath him. Jou looked back up grinning at the sight of his master with his eyes clamped closed, biting his lip to keep from crying out. Master seemed to be enjoying his ministrations but was determined to make no sound, to show no sign of it. Jou knew even his Master's willpower would melt under his ouch as he took the erect member into his mouth and ran his tongue along the tip. Kaiba squirmed from the feeling of the warmth around him, but couldn't pull away, didn't want to. Jou sucked and nipped playfully with him as he began to openly moan and push back against Jou in pleasure. The boy let his gaze drift upwards until he caught the troubled blue gaze. His master was watching him carefully, anger and desire a strange mix in his eyes. Jou bit down hard and watched as His master tried to pull back, eyes closed again in pain. The blonde pulled back suddenly and grabbed for the bag the sat beside the chair, Kaiba hadn't noticed it sitting there admidst all the distractions. Jou grinned as he pulled a few toys from the backpack. Kaiba notived now in shock that one of the toys was a miniture cat-o-nine-tails. A whip. Not good.
Jou found what he was looking for and kissed his master on the inside of the thigh, working slowly up towards the source of Kaiba's need. Jou grinned as he teased and prodded his master towards climax, he could feel it coming in the deep moans coming from his throat, and in the urgent rocking of his hips. He placed the piece of plastic down over the tip of Kaiba's erection and rolled it down painfull to sit at his base. Kaiba quivered with the need of his release that Jou denied him, but the blonde looked on placidly. He wanted his release before he'd permit Kaiba to have his. Jou smirked darkly, his eyes veiled and deep. He stood sloly and then came forward to straddle his master's lap, trapping his member between them. Kaiba gasped and moaned as Jou watched in amusement.
"Soon enough..." Jou murmured softly as he kissed Kaiba's collar bone lightly, leaving a wet trail along the width of his chest. the blonde looked up and smiled, claiming his master's lips. "I'll let you have your fun when I'm done. " Not able to do much more, Kaiba tried to spit at him. Jou laughed since it didn't work, his master's mouth was far too dry by now, with all that moaning and such he'd seemed to have so much fun doing a few moments before.
Jou pulled the pocket knife slowly from the bag and stared at it. transfixed, as he pulled the knife from it's sheath. The metal was bright and cool and stood out beautifully against the soft skin of his master. He felt his master wince and jerk back as the knife dug into the creamy flesh above his left nipple. Jou took it into his mouth, sucking at it tenderly, enjoying the taste of Kaiba's flesh and blood pouring into his mouth. Excitement began to well up inside him as he drank down his master's lifeblood, the warm coppery liquid filling him. It felt nice. Kaiba was making a strange hissing sound like some kind of snake, which made Jou almost want to laugh, almsot want to pull away, but he stayed fixed where he was. The knife dug in again near the CEO's collar bone, a red line trailing down the front of his chest as the blonde sitting across his lap began to lick and nip at the wound. Kaiba could feel Jou's excitement against him as the boy kissed his chest and coverd it with more of his blood.
Jou slashed in fervour at the soft skin that lay like a blank canvass in front of him, the bright redness such a welcome sight against the pale flesh. He kissed and licked frantically at Kaiba as he worked, taking in the feel and scent of his wounded master with every second. Red streaks and swirls marred the perfection of Kaiba's chest as Jou rocked against him, his release coming sudden and warm against his master. Jou sat still and huddled against his master for a second before slipping down backward of the lap and looking up with bright dazed eyes. Jounouchi Katsuya looked more lost and hurt than Kaiba could imagine any living person to feel. Numb hands felt clumbsily for his member and removed the ring that bound him and his release. Jou took it again into his mouth and ran his tongue gently along the underside, feeding and nuturing his master's coming orgasm. Kaiba drooped forward as it happened, the last of his energy running out with it and he blacked out in a wave of pleasure and pain.
Jou looked with frightened eyes at the mess he had made, the horrible redness that stained the white perfection of his master. It was inexcusable his mind whimpered as he tried in desperate hurried movements to wipe the rdness from Kaiba with the towel that was now on the floor. Slowly most began to come off, but the largest cut still bled a deep crimson that flowed slowly down his chest and pooled in his lap, now staining his member in the same redness. Jou backed up until he bumped into the large desk and he fell, gripping at the sides of his head and sobbing into his knees. He curled in upon himself and lay that way for hours as the dawn swiftly came.
His master still lay unconscious in the chair, his head fallen forward onto his chest. The blood had stopped and clotted a few hours before and had darkened and begun to flake on the pale skin. Jou cried and looked outside at the lightening sky, not wanted to face tomorrow, not wanting to know what would come next. He hurt all over and inside. His body felt as though he'd been taken again, but he knew it was guilt, his body trying to punish him for his crimes.
//What did I do?? Oh kami-sama....what the hell is wrong with me? I don't want to be like this....// wounded inside and out he crawled forlornly over to his master and held on to his leg like a child as he fell into a dark disturbed sleep where the shadows from below came up to claim and possess him, dragging him downwards into hell.
He noticed with grim finality that hell was red.
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A/N: Kaiba's not dead, just hurt. Then again so is Jou. I'm so evil, I actually had him getting a rise out of cutting Kaiba. It's this whole pain=sex thing that Kaiba taught him. (Kaiba got turned on by whipping Jou, well, Jou prefers cutting. Just a matter of personal taste.) (Oh and yes, that's the reason Jou didn't get -ahem- excited, until after he began cutting Kaiba, the whole pain is necessary factor.)
Once again, none of Jou's friends show up in this chapter. What are they doing, don't they care about Jounouchi-kun? Well of course they do! What the hell are they supposed to do? All they know is Jou disappeared for a couple of weeks, turned up raped, tortured and not himself, then due to trauma and self-harm problems he got put into a metal hospital (for his own safety). There isn't much they can so, they aren't a junior detective squad. There's only so much they can do. As for them going to 'likely suspects' (one reviewer e-mailed me about having the gang tag Kaiba as a likely suspect) the gang probably wouldn't think of Kaiba, they don't think he's enough of a prick to rape Jou, he doesn't even like Jounouchi after all. (little do they know) the most likely suspects would probably be associated with jou's former life in a gang, a since even Honda doesn't know all the details, where would they begin? Yugi-tachi will likely show up before the end, but nope, so far they're pretty clueles about what's going on. Not that it's their fault, what are they supposed to do besides being filled with impotent fury and sadness? (I just wrote all this so everybody doesn't have to go 'but where are Yugi and the others, why aren't they helping Jou!?!?!)
See ya!!
