Disclaimer : I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh in any way. DAMN!

Notes : This story is a yaoi loaded with S&M, BDSM.

I have to say….chapter nine sucked eggs. *makes a face* I'm a moron, I can't place why, but it really did suck eggs. I may end up redoing it, but for the meantime I'll keep going. Big thanks to Vixen for chatting with me about the story, it feels good to discuss what I've planned for it with another person.

And no, this is not, nor will it ever be a Yami/Seto. It can easily swing that way, but I've never been a fan of that couple. Me, I'm more a Yami/Jou( which I will start a fic with as soon as this is done), or Seto/Jou, almost anything with Jou. Except with Honda…I don't like Honda too much, same for Anzu… Okay, I'm rambling!

Finally, so sorry the bloody update took so long, work beats the living hell out of me, though now I've been laid off so updates may be better. I have all the rest of the chapters planned out, 17 chapters total so far. And there will in fact not be a sequel. *wanders off to die in a corner somewhere*

Kiss My Hand At My Command

Chapter 10

By Reppa

It was damned annoying, trying to sleep with the restraining harnesses on him, but Seto tried to make do with what he could for the time being. The next morning he was woken up by gentle nudging against his shoulder and when he looked up, his brows furrowed at the sight of the blond as the other teen knelt down. Jou looked completely relaxed as he crouched, a bowl in hand which was probably his food. :That's right, mutt, untie me and I'll…:

When the blond set the bowl down, Seto gave it a scrutinizing glare, it was just a mass of formless mush. He wasn't going to eat that, whatever it was. His cold gaze flicked up as Jou reached both arms about his head and undid the gag, slowly removing it. It took Seto a moment to adjust his jaw, slightly sore from the unfamiliar sensation.

"Well, eat up so I can fix it back on. I have to go to work soon. Then a couple more days and we go back to school, well…maybe not you, gotta work on you 'for then." Jou commented, ignoring the baleful glare he was rewarded with.

"How am I supposed to eat like this?" Kaiba demanded in a low hiss.

The blond shook his head, snickering softly as he pointed at the food, "Hey, pussy cat, eat like kin. Lean down and eat with your mouth, that's what you *should* have been doing the whole time, but I didn't pay any mind to it. Be good and I'll keep the gag off and I'll take that corset and harness off ya too."

Frowning, Seto looked back down at the dish. His brows were furrowed as he gave him another glare, "What is it and what did you put in it?"

"Oh, with the Octopus on you, I don't need to drug ya to have my way. Besides, it's just cat food. The stuff tastes better than you think, I should know." Jounouchi said the last part with some disdain, but he shook his head as he crossed his arms, "Well, get to eating. For the next week, that's what you're getting, even when we're at school, so deal with it."

"I am not eating cat food!" That outburst earned him a slap across the face.

"Look, baka, eat it or I'll starve you for a week and you can keep the gag and all the goodies with that harness on. Your choice." Jounouchi leaned back with arms folded as he watched him, he really expected the other to turn his nose up or give some other snappy reply he was infamous for. He was given a stony glare before Seto slowly turned his sights down at the bowl.

It was either be embarrassed and disgusted while he ate beet red in the face and get the unwanted devices off, or keep the damn things on and starve for an entire week. Image or comfort, though there wasn't much left of his image in front of the mutt to salvage now. But he had to keep what he had left as he snorted and turned his head away, "I'd prefer shoving that down your throat if I could."

"Ah, figured that'd be the case. Well, I'll be a nice guy and take that junk off anyway. And I won't starve you, I already did that before." The blond smirked as he got up and paced around the brunette. Alarms were going through the CEO's head while he jerked his gaze behind him, expecting the worst which really didn't come. As good as he had said, Jou gently removed the harness and all the additions before leaving him alone.

Kaiba stared after, slightly dumbstruck. "Is that fucking mutt mental or something?" He demanded himself, not sure of the answer. One minute Jou was ready to shred his back to the bone, then the next minute, he was just as amiable and easy going as he usually was. That was it, the blond definitely had some issues upstairs.

Something of the sort wouldn't surprise him either. Jounouchi always did seem he had some problems, one way or the other, problems with himself or somebody else. Part of him wondered if he was severely bi-polar, a very good explanation indeed.

Shaking his head, Seto leaned back against the foot of the bed. For a moment, he took some time adjusting his arms in the binding contraption, trying to figure out how he could get it off without resorting to anyone's help. From squirming and trying to pull free to actually trying to turn his head and bite at the leather to rubbing it against the bed post, Kaiba eventually quit when it all proved useless.

"Perhaps I could give you a hand with that." The brunette's electric blue eyes flicked up at the source of the sultry voice, seeing the darker half of Yugi standing in the doorway. The Pharaoh frowned lightly, stepping fully into the room to crouch down next to Kaiba, "Turn around so I can undo it."

"Back off, I'm perfectly fine on my own." Seto snapped, jerking back from his extended hand. There was no way he was going to accept help from Yami or anyone else. The spirit's brows furrowed at his usual attitude. It annoyed him to no end how Kaiba was always so convinced he could do anything and that he needed no help.

The Pharaoh stood back up, torn between leaving Seto to his little torture session at Jounouchi's hands to correct his attitude or by helping him regardless as he couldn't let either him or the blond destroy themselves. But then, that really depended on if Kaiba left at all after he was untied. Well, if that was the CEO's choice, Yami wasn't going to argue with it as he leaned down, undoing the main strap, "There, Kaiba, but that's all I'll do since you sound as if you can handle everything, especially with a God card in hand no less…"

:The God card…: Kaiba repeated to himself, turning to look about the room once the yami had left, slipping the contraption off his arms with ease now. If he got that, then he would leave, he had already come this far and Jounouchi was starting to loose his unpredictability. Though he was sure the blond wasn't so stupid, he was sure that he left it somewhere in a moment of absentmindedness, hidden in his bedroom somewhere. The instant he found it, that would be all she wrote and he would be on his way.

After he cast the food bowl a disdainful glance, the first area of his search was with the closet. Of course there wasn't a bit of clothing hanging up, most of which Jou had in special reserves somewhere Seto couldn't get to. He was certain the card would be with the lot, but it didn't hurt someone with a great deal of time on their hands and nothing to do to search the room for anything.

As the brunette started his search, Malik sat perched by the wall listening to him rummage away. The small Egyptian was tempted to go spelunking in there to harass the CEO at work but as he turned his lavender eyes to the Pharaoh seated on the couch, he decided he had someone more entertaining to mess with. A predatory grin in place, he stalked over, sliding under the table despite the fact he was aware the spirit watched him the whole time, so he had no benefit of surprise up his sleeve.

"Malik, whatever you're plotting, I suggest you keep your sneaky, sneaky mitts to yourself. I am in no mood." Yami warned, staring down at him unmoving as the smaller Egyptian came crawling up, hands and chin resting in his lap.

Malik feigning a sweet pout, purring and eyeing the studded belts wrapped around the Pharaoh's waist and the tight leather pants he wore, "What, does the mighty one not want to have a little fun? Aren't I sweet looking enough for you?"

"As sweet as poison." Came the scowl, the both of them ignoring the ringing phone as the answering machine kicked on. Yami's red violet eyes shifted to the device, wondering who was calling.

"I know you're home, ingrate brat! Answer…! Pick up the phone..!" A gruff, rumbling voice bellowed, causing Yami to watch on with surprise and Malik raised both brows questioningly as he listened, "Yeah, that's right, ignore your old man, mutt! Should have thrown your ass out earlier..! Pick up, dammit!"

This ranting went on for some while until the sound of a slamming phone made for some finish to the message. Blinking several times, the Pharaoh looked down at Malik, frowning, "Who was that and what was that all about?"

"I think that must have been daddy dearest, he sounds more pleasant than what the tales Kitty regaled me with." The sandy blond chortled lightly, reaching over to replay the message until his hand was slapped away, "Ow, what was that for? I just wanted to listen to it again, baka Pharaoh."

"Well, you can't. Now, are you saying that was Jounouchi's father? I've never heard a parent speak that way to their child."

The tanned boy shrugged, biting at the zipper of his leather pants. With his teeth hooked on the small piece of metal, Malik tugged at it as he continued to talk, "Hey, that's not the half of it. You should hear all the other stuff he says. And then there's his mom, she's a real bitch."

Yami's brows knit together. From what he gathered from observing Yugi, Honda, and Shizuka, Jounouchi's mother seemed a kind woman. Was there something they were really missing? The spiky haired spirit continued in his contemplation, paying no mind as Malik tried to burrow into his pants the whole while until something wet touched him somewhere unexpected. Jumping, Yami grabbed Malik by his shoulders and shoved him aside before busying himself with redoing his clothing.

"I was getting to the goods too, damn it all." The sandy blond sat back up, propping his arms up on the couch cushions, "I'm bored, I want to do something."

"You want to do something, hm? Do you know where Katsuya's mother and Shizuka live now? They should be closer, somewhere in Domino now." Yami pushed up from his seat, looking down at him with hands set on his hips.

"I do, and your point?"

Nodding, the spirit stepped over him, pausing near the entrance to the front hall, "Well then, come on. We're going to go pay them a visit and before anything else, put on some clothes because I am going no where with you naked."

"You're no fun, nude bike riding is a load of fun." Malik gave another mock pout as he stood up now, stretching his arms to the ceiling briefly before he went to get his clothing, returning fully dressed and with keys in hand. "I don't need to lock up, it isn't like anyone will want to come in anyway."

Sometimes Malik just got on every last one of Yami's nerves. The two of them made their way out, stopping briefly for the smaller boy to lock the door under the Pharaoh's insistence. Once that was taken care of, they descended the steps towards the white motorcycle blocked in by a large blue truck behind it and cars on either side of it. With his lavender eyes narrowed, Malik scowled, "What the hell…?! Who's the master ass who parked there of all places?!"

Yami smoothed a hand over his face, taking up one of the helmets off the bike, "I don't have the patience to wait for someone to move it." Walking to the driver's side, he drew himself up on the footstep and swinging the headgear back, he swung it into the window, shattering the glass into many small fragments.

The whole time Malik gawked in surprise, wide eyed. He was used to seeing him more composed than that, something was obviously agitating him enough to resort to something so…well, Malik or Bakura natured. Strangely enough, he found it something of a turn on.

As he was stared disbelieving at, Yami reached in, throwing the gear from park to drive and jumped down to watch the truck slowly wheel back. He gave it a good shove for some added momentum before he turned back the sandy blond, shaking glass from the helmet, "All right, let's go."

"Um…" Malik sat there, blinking several times, looking between Yami and the retreating truck, "…Okie dokie then…"

End of Chapter 10