Whoa.
The house was utterly big and amazing as seen from his hazel eyes. He was in the middle of his marveling when a deep, misty voice called out to him.
"Close your mouth, Joey."
He was tall. Even taller than Joey, with long deep amethyst hair pulled up in a high ponytail that almost failed to keep it neat. He looked menacing with his pair of bright bottle-green eyes, glassy and somewhat luminous. And there was this black tattoo on his face that made him look rather untouchable, adding to his dark mystique.
"Can I ask you something?" The blonde guy dared speak beyond warning as he trotted behind the other man, entering the interior of the house.
"Speak." He ordered, not looking towards Joey.
"Do you live alone here, Duke?"
"I am amazed of your daring to speak my name." Duke uttered, with his same deep, misty voice, but with a tinge of amusement. "Yes, indeed, I do."
"Whoa."
The taller man smirked in response to the blonde's reaction. They continued to maze inside and up the stairs.
"So…I'm supposed to follow you wherever you go?"
"That's what dogs do, isn't it?"
"Tch."
--
"You lose again."
"You tricked me!!"
The tall man with bright bottle-green eyes just smirked as he watched Joey fume and rant about losing again. No one could blame him. He was with the rules.
"Ok, so, you won, so what?!" The blonde retorted again, trying to fake the humiliating stares of the people around them.
"So what?" Duke smiled arrogantly, mocking the other boy and provoking him to bare more of his stupidity to the world.
Joey gnashed at his teeth, seething. "Fine. Duke Devlin, I challenge you to a duel!"
"Huh?"
"Let us settle this once and for all!"
"Hmm…" The taller man pretended to think, his fingers folded beneath his chin. "Very well, Joey Wheeler, I shall oblige you."
"Haha! Now I could—"
"On one condition."
"Huh?" Joey's blue eyes were bewildered for a second, then turned serious again. "And what's that?"
Duke smirked, a truly vile glint in his eyes that erected the hairs at the back of Joey's neck. "If you lose…again…you shall agree to do whatever I want you to do. For a week."
"What?!" The blonde's tone was not of exasperation but of confusion. Duke words don't seem to sink in.
"Plain and simple. You will be my dog for a week."
--
They paused in front of a beautifully carved oak door. Duke reached for the bronze handle and opened it to a large bedroom. He gestured that the other man get in, and that is what Joey did. The blonde stood dumbfounded for a minute, not exactly knowing how to react. All the walls were painted black, with white and silver abstract streaks. Even the floor was tiled a fine, smooth ebony.
"Whoa."
The tall man pulled the curtains apart, and the amber rays of the dying day poured through the glass wall and inside. The light made the silver streaks shine.
"Take off that suit. I hate it."
And Joey obeyed absentmindedly, pulling down the pup suit and laying it on the mattress, which was blanketed by dark bedclothes. It was when he saw it that he finally stirred.
"Is this my room?" He said, his eyes wide with childlike hope.
"Unfortunately no."
"Then where—"
"It's ours."
"What?" Seems that his russet eyes won't go any bigger than it was right then.
"Unless you want to sleep outside." Duke smirked. "It's a pup thing, is it not?"
--
"You lose. Again."
Joey could not look at those menacing bottle-green eyes. Yes, indeed, he lost.
One of the girls amongst Duke's side emerged with what seems like a puppy-plushie dress, and handed it to Joey. The blonde took it unwillingly, his word remaining straight and unbroken though his pride was slowly crumbling inside.
"What are you waiting for? Put it on."
And so he did, more of his dignity fading away in the count. Bright bottle-green eyes, illuminating in triumph and arrogance, watched intently as the blonde, a while ago so self-righteous and smug, slowly fall unto his knees before him.
Fists clenched into ominous balls, glaring mauve eyes glazed with anger and loathing as he watched the scene before him, together with everybody else.
Duke laughed with all his pomposity and haughtiness, crushing Joey's being with it.
Tears fell from hazel eyes and onto the ground.
"Stop this!!"
--
Whoa.
The tall man emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. Long, dripping velvet-amethyst hair flowed down his bare back and torso like delicate waterfalls. Moist flawless taupe skin shimmered under the subtle lighting, and his eyes glowed in its usual contrast to it.
Joey did his best to fight the urge to stare. He forced his eyes to wander back to the television screen, and stay there.
Duke's dark lips curved into a slight smile, seeing Joey settled on one side of the wide bed, his legs on top of the other, both arms crossed behind his head, buried into the pillow. "So…you're planning on staying there for a week, I assume?"
"Yeah, just like a lazy dog." The blonde replied sarcastically, his eyes still pasted on the screen.
"You should be on the floor, then."
"What?!"
Joey could just stare, dumbfounded, at Duke as he let out a small laugh of amusement. "But I can be more considerate." He said, a mild chuckle still playing at his voice.
Oh yeah. The great Duke Devlin laughed.
--
"What's the matter, Yugi? Can't the King of Duelists handle anything on his way?" Duke mocked, one eyebrow raised.
Droplets of sweat continued to form on Yugi's forehead and trickle down the side of his anxious face. The tension on it was obvious as he glanced down his cards once again. He picked up his dices and threw them to the board. His expression worsened.
Duke just smirked on the opposite post.
Yugi picked a card and as he was about to place it on the field, the opponent mocked him once more.
"One wrong move, Yugi, and you're dead." Dead, indeed, he was. His name as King of Duelists and his future in the world of dueling was at stake, afterall.
Yugi could not be discouraged. Finally, he placed his move.
"You are so dead." Duke smirked, his eyes glowing in anticipation and confidence. Mauve eyes widened. Is there really no way to win? Oh no.
"Stop this!!"
All eyes turned toward the boy who was then wearing a puppy-plushie suit on the high side of the court.
"Joey…"
"I…I want you to stop this right now. I'll go."
"What?? Joey, you can't do this!!" Yugi shouted nervously.
"No, Yugi. There's so much at stake. If you lose—"
"I won't lose!!"
But Joey's decision was final. "Very well, Duke. I shall…I shall be your slave for a week."
---
Whoa.
The dining room smelled like a happy day. Dinner surely smelled good.
"You cook?"
"Obviously yes. But only less than half the time." Duke replied from the inside of the kitchen, as Joey was ordered to wait on the dining table.
Joey was puzzled for a moment but he shrugged the thought, only to be replaced with the thought of dinner.
Whoa.
Duke emerged from the kitchen bend, wearing an apron over his bare torso and pants, holding two plates in his mitten hands, his ebony hair flowing on his shoulder.
The world must be ending.
---
Steak.
Joey busied himself with dinner, eating like…a dog. He ate, and ate, and coughed. He choked some more as he fumbled for his glass. Duke poured his drink and the blonde gulped it all the way gratefully. He, then, glanced at the man opposite him, and was flushed to see bottle-green eyes smiling at him with sincere amusement. The blonde laughed stupidly. And Duke laughed with him.
Oh, the world is surely nearing its end.
---
Joey's amazement of Duke was never-ending. Until now, as he settled beside him as they watched TV. He couldn't help but be amused with the soft expression on the man's face, and how he delicately picked on the strawberries from the bowl beside him and ate them, and everything his russet eyes saw Duke do for that matter. He was so unlike the man he expected him to be.
Somehow Duke noticed Joey staring at him. "Huh?"
Joey laughed stupidly. He reminded himself that it was rude to stare. "Nothing."
But even as he kept forcing himself to pay attention to anything else, his eyes kept on wandering back to the other man, his curiosity unending.
Duke chuckled, like he had just realized something. "You want some?"
There was one thing Joey never noticed. Naiveté. Duke always knew what he was doing. Like everything was planned, like he could read people's minds. He was all too knowing.
And Joey was the total opposite. "Sure."
The taller man turned to his side opposite the blonde where the bowl of strawberries and cream were. "I always liked sweets." He said, as he turned back facing Joey. The amusement returned to the blonde once and again.
Duke got the remote and turned off the TV, placing it beside the bowl. He then leaned towards Joey's direction on his elbow, a strawberry in his other hand. Joey expected the man to hand it to him, but the direction of Duke's hand was going for something higher. His mouth.
The blonde opened up, quite unconsciously, Duke putting half of the thing inside just as so his two fingers are touching the sides of Joey's lower lip. Joey closed his mouth, biting gently on the fruit. Sapphire eyes stayed locked with bottle green ones as Duke put the rest in his own mouth, and sucked on both fingers gently. Joey's light skin burned slightly on the cheeks.
"Want some more?" He said, his bright, half-opened bottle-green eyes gleaming behind long, thick lashes with a glow that Joey has never seen before.
Joey could not speak. And silence could only mean agreement.
Duke came back with another one, and started it out like the first with Joey eating half of it, but this time the blonde also ate the other half, Duke's fingers plunging in his mouth, and afterwards sucked on them.
Duke traced his moist fingers from Joey's lower lip down to his chin, his neck and settled on the blonde's collar. Russet on bottle green. A dark, delicate eyebrow rose. Long, graceful fingers started undoing Joey's buttons, scooping up on his back to slide it off his shoulders and off his body, and laying him down again.
"Who am I, Joey?" The taller man asked, as he slid another half of fruit from Joey's mouth down to his neck, his shoulders, his chest and to his abdomen. He then put it in his own mouth and ate it. He then proceeded to licking and sucking on the skin he had sweetened, working from bottom to top, Joey melting beneath his lips. He stopped on Joey's chin, bottle green boring into hazel ones, lips seconds apart.
"You are my master. I am your slave." Joey whispered in reply, breathing into the other man's lips.
The blonde's lids fluttered close as the other man kissed him on the lips, melted by the brand-new feeling of heat he was drowning in at the moment. His chin tilted up and down unconsciously.
Duke pulled off. "No, Joey." He whispered. "I am not your master. I am just me. I would not order you to do anything."
Joey smiled. "Ok." He then touched Duke's cheek, his thumb brushing along the black mark there, the other man leaning to the touch.
The taller man licked on Joey's lower lip, and the blonde understood the gesture by opening up. Tongues danced in passionate rhythm, warm breaths teased at each other's skin, hands moved as if memorizing every inch of detail, removing every hindrance to their intimate exploration with much urgency.
A long, slender arm reached out to the bowl at other end of the bed. Joey took in two of Duke's cream-covered fingers in his mouth willingly. His fingers dug into the taller man's back as those two same moist fingers entered him, widening him.
Joey's back arched against Duke and his arms locked tightly around his neck as the pain of being entered spread through his body, accompanied by tears and a faint scream.
"I'm sorry, Joey." Duke whispered on the blonde's ear as he filled him completely, quick and slow at the same time.
The blonde was panting heavily, all of his muscles still tensed. He was still stifling the moans of pain that are trying to escape his throat, his face buried into the long ebony strands flowing down Duke's shoulder.
"Shh…just try to relax…this will feel good, I promise…" The deep, misty words trailed away as Duke started to move, thrusting into Joey's hot tightness, the blonde's arms still tightly locked around him, holding on for dear life. The painful sensation started melting away from the raw heat, quickly turning to pulsating pleasure that was totally new to him, but so overwhelmingly powerful. Not long after, they were already moving and breathing in unison to each other as their lips were restlessly, aimlessly roaming on burning skin.
Joey was first to release his elation, unable to hold on much longer. Duke's teeth sank unto the curve of the other man's shoulder, muffling a scream as he came not long afterwards, filling Joey with ecstasy that the boy couldn't have dreamt of.
The taller man looked at the blonde's face. Joey's eyes were closed and his face was of exhaustion. He must've sensed it so he opened his eyes. Bottle green locked on russet once more as Duke panted heavily on top of Joey, their skin slick with sweat in contact. Their lips met one last time before Duke rolled over to Joey's side. There was a smile painted on Duke's lips, contentment and calmness etched on his face as his eyes fluttered close to slumber.
---
Joey's mouth stretched into a wide yawn as he lazily opened his eyes. The man that used to occupy the space beside him was no longer there. Well, so much for a sweet good morning greeting.
--
Joey was devoid of sleep that night despite his tiredness. Thoughts kept wandering aimlessly in his head, and it was already maddening him. He just met this man yesterday afterall, and now, he's lying on the man's bed beside him, wearing no clothes at all—
Argh, he thought. Not that he regretted it, Duke's more than a great guy, or maybe he just didn't know he regretted it, but what about the world if they knew? More than crazy, it was scary for him and he doesn't know what to do. Ok so his sexual orientation was admittedly questionable, but what the heck. Not in a million years he dreamt of actually kissing, moreover sleeping with a guy. What if Serenity knew? What if Yugi, Tea, or the whole school knew? What if it happens—
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted as strong, slender arms locked tightly around him, pressing him unto the warmth of Duke's body. His face settled on the curve of the other man's shoulder, a hand settled at the back of his neck.
"I'm sorry, Joey…did I make you do anything you didn't want to?" The deep, misty voice whispered.
"…Duke…"
"Go tomorrow if you want."
Joey pulled off and looked at Duke's face. He again touched the side of the man's face, his thumb tracing at the black mark there. He tucked a stray lock of hair behind Duke's ear. "It's for one week. I gave my word."
"It's not about that at all." There was uneasy guilt that dimmed his usually bright eyes.
The blonde could not say anything. He didn't even know what he really wanted or wanted not to do.
"Do you want to go?"
Joey did not speak anymore, he just returned to where he got up from, deep within the warmth and sincerity of this man beside him, and he felt the same arms encircle him again. Duke was so unbelievably nice to him it confused him more.
--
I'm not going, he thought as he looked outside the glass wall. There's more to you than everybody knows of. Maybe I just want to know who you are. And that thought just seemed to arouse a whole new warm feeling in him, the almost familiar fragrance of Duke's hair dancing in the air he breathed. He smiled. He would go downstairs now and tell Duke he's not going anywhere, and maybe give him a nice 'good morning'.
So he got up, pulled up some clothes and hurried downstairs.
'What the—'
A/N: How's that for warm-up? Hehe, I'm not even starting yet writing the first part of a multi-part always suck…sigh so you guys just hang on, there'd be more (woohoo, sooo much more) on the next chapters.