How to Lose Your Mind in Five Easy Steps
AKA: How to tame your soul mate in three weeks
Disclaimer: If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh Seto would have beat the shit out of Rishid/Odion the moment Jou collapsed. And, since he didn't, I must not own shit.
Author: Dimitri Aidan
Fandom: Yugioh, no duh.
Rating: NC-17/XXX
Pairings: Mainly: Seto/Jou, Yami/Yugi, Marik/Malik, and Bakura/Ryou. Some YM/B, M/R, YM/B/M/R, YY/B/M, Y/J, S/Y, YY/J. With implied Mai/Anzu and Otogi/Honda. (Unless you want non-implied Otogi/Honda. I'm flexible.)
Warnings: Use of Sex Toys, Masturbation, Voyeurism, BDSM, D/s themes, Bondage, Threesomes, Foursomes, Fetish, Cross dressing, Anal, Oral, Rim, Non-Con that Borders on Rape, Some Squick, but never without a warning. I'm nice like that. Craziness. Kinkiness.
Genre: Dark/Humor/Angst/Romance
Summery: Some sinister force has caused the Yamis and Seto to lose it. Jou and the Hikaris suffer for it, forced to do whatever the other four want. When it's all said and done is love, and forgiveness, possible?
Notes: Back again! Told you. Winks You just can't get rid of me…sorry.
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Chapter Two
Establish Dominance
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When Jou woke up it was in stages, slowly moving past the full body numbness to awareness. The first thing he realized was that his mouth tasted like something had died inside of it and just laid on his tongue for two weeks. Next he noted his head was kind of fuzzy, like it was stuffed full of cotton. Almost like a hangover, only without the uncontrollable urge to puke. Feeling began to seep back into his body, starting at his toes. He wiggled them, grateful for the movement.
It took a few moments for his entire body to feel less than numb; he winced at a sharp pain in his wrists. His arms were stretched up above his head and, he had to admit, it was rather uncomfortable. He tugged at them, trying to pull his hands down to a more normal position, but couldn't.
He tugged again before it finally sunk in that something was around his wrist, binding them and keeping them firmly in place. He cried out in alarm and tried to sit up. He knew it was stupid before he did it but panic made people do stupid things.
This time he cried out as pain ran up his arms and centered in his back from causing his arms to stretch out behind him awkwardly. He cursed and slumped back down.
What in the hell was-
"Jou?" He'd know that voice anywhere and twisted to his right while managing not to hurt himself anymore.
"Yug!" Indeed there was Yugi, bound in the same manner he assumed he was. Arms pulled up over his head, with a padded handcuff around each wrist and a small length of chain going around one of the rungs in the large metal headboard.
Jou must have been chained to the footboard, since Yugi's head was about a third of a meter from his feet. A glance to his left found a barely conscious Malik bound like Yugi and a wide-awake, but clearly frightened Ryou, chained at the same end as him.
Jou squirmed a little bit to get a better look at his cuffs, ignoring the cool rustle of what felt like satin on his skin. They were black and looked like they were made out of leather. Silver hieroglyphs danced around the middle of the cuffs. Jou couldn't read Egyptian so they essentially meant nothing to him.
If he had a small piece of wire he could probably pick these. (Thank the gods for his days as a juvenile delinquent…) He kept some wire in his pants but how was he going to…wait.
Satin against his skin.
He looked down and felt his cheeks flame as the fact he'd been stripped of all of his clothing sunk in. And not just him. Quick glances around showed that all three of his friends were in much the same shape. He blushed furiously.
They'd been kidnapped by some kind of pervert! When Seto found out about this whoever had taken them was in for hell. And that driver, who must have been in on it, was going to lose his job and that was only if Seto was feeling kind. Which he probably wouldn't be.
"Have you tried to contact your other halves?"
Yugi's eyes went wide and wetness began to gather at the corners. Jou immediately felt like an asshole. Of course they had tried, why wouldn't they? They must not have been able to reach them or-
"They took the puzzle." Yugi was sniffling as tears wound their way down his face, leaving trails in their wake. Jou wanted to do something about his friend's crying, wrap him into a hug or something, but knew he couldn't. Not like this anyway. "And the ring. W-We can't even feel them anymore!"
Shit. He was a terrible, terrible person. Like he couldn't clearly see that that the puzzle was nowhere in sight. It wasn't like Yugi could have hidden it on him somewhere.
"I'm sorry Yug, I shouldn't have asked. Please don't cry." Stupid, stupid handcuffs.
"I-it hurts."
"Shut up." Malik was awake and his voice was both groggy and annoyed. "What the hell happened to us?"
"We were gassed in the back of the limo." Jou was grateful for the distraction from Yugi. He didn't understand the Yami-Hikari bond and would probably suck at trying to comfort him anyway. He'd only make it worse. He had a tendency to make things worse, however accidentally.
"How?" Malik was tugging at his bonds. Jou couldn't really see him do it from his position but he could see the way his body was jerking and, from the corner of his eye, the frown on the blond's lips.
"There was a fan on with us. I had never heard it before and thought it was weird, but ignored it anyway. It must have pushed the gas through the air conditioning system. Maybe from the trunk and routed through the vents or one of the refrigerators."
He owed Honda for giving him a crash course in cars.
Yami snorted from his seat and turned to look at Seto, who had the smuggest smirk on his lips. Bakura had been silent since his light woke up, presumably because Ryou had yet to utter a single word. Yami could feel Yugi's fear and worry and under normal circumstances would have felt bad.
"It looks like Jou really is smarter than we thought."
"Of course. I'm not surprised he figured it out."
He was however a little surprised that Jou seemed to be taking on the role of leader so easily. He had suspected Malik to do it, but the violet-eyed blond seemed, once Jou explained how they'd gotten there, to be content to defer to the other blond's word. Yugi and Ryou were watching Jou intently as well. He couldn't lie and say he wasn't proud.
Just surprised.
"It's about time we get started." Bakura said standing up. "Ryou's on the verge of a panic attack."
Marik nodded his agreement. "Malik isn't happy about being tied up. Bad memories."
Yami glanced at Seto who nodded as well. "Let's explain things to our captives then." Seto shut off the security screens that let them peek in on their lovers, though was careful to make sure everything was still being recorded, before following his companions out of the room.
"It took out Yugi first because he's the smallest, then Ryou, then me." He frowned at Malik for a moment. "You held your breath?"
Malik nodded slowly. "I know tainted air. I lived underground so long with stale non-moving air. Just a hint of something wrong could have killed all of us."
Well there was the cheerful thought they all needed. Jou looked outside, a little surprised to see the sun sinking beneath a group of mountains. In front of that were trees, stretching in every direction as far as he could see. Which was pretty far, and a lot, since the window he was looking out of went from floor to ceiling. There was nothing directly beyond it so he assumed they weren't on the first floor.
The thing that struck Jou as odd, however, was that the trees seemed lower than they were. Sure, they weren't on the first floor, but how far up were they to tower over trees.
The only sound for a few minutes was Yugi's quiet sniffling. Jou was trying to think up a plan but all he could think was how familiar this view seemed to him. As if he'd been here before or had seen a picture or…
A picture. Of an amazing view over trees and mountains. While his boyfriend held him from behind and told him how much he'd enjoy their stay and about the strange, but beautiful, windows the place had, before whispering how much he loved him, a rare thing from the brunette. Jou knew his heart was breaking like a glass someone had thrown to the floor.
He knew where they were. He was pretty sure he had a good idea of who'd brought them here as well. He really wished he didn't know.
He couldn't manage to quite choke back the sob that welled up in his throat and knew he was the center of attention. Yugi blinked at him with big wet eyes and Jou was pretty sure his heart was shattering even more, assuming that was even possible.
"Jou what's wrong?"
"I…I know." He blinked and looked back at the window.
"Know what?" Malik demanded, an edge to his voice. Jou almost missed the creaking of a door opening behind him.
"How you got here," a mildly amused voice said. Jou tried to crane his neck to see, though he didn't really need to because he'd know that voice anywhere, no matter the circumstances. Judging by the looks Ryou and Yugi were wearing, he was right. He shut his eyes and tried to swallow down the pain he felt.
"Seto?"
"Yes Puppy?" Jou slumped down, feeling oddly defeated. How could Seto do something like this to them? To Him? A warm hand came from above and work-roughened fingers danced down his chest lightly. "I'm impressed. When I was showing you the picture I wasn't sure if it'd make any difference. I'll be sure to not think so lowly of you again."
"Don't. Touch. Me." He grounded out, wanting more than anything to be away from those teasing fingers. Seto ignored him and a nail scraped over his nipple none-too gently. He gasped, then bit his bottom lip as hard as possible to keep it from happening again. Seto chuckled.
"How're you going to stop me?" The hand left however. Jou watched Yugi's eyes, which followed Seto, and knew he was moving. At the same moment Jou felt the bed dip down Yugi's eyes became the size of saucers and he pulled up his legs as much as he could without moving his arms.
Seto snorted. "Calm down Yugi. My interest in you isn't important at the moment."
Jou's stomach churned at his (former) boyfriend's words. Yugi looked just as, if not more, horrified as Jou felt. Seto was drawing closer, crawling towards him and, in almost panic, Jou tried to kick at him. All he did was jar his arms painfully and get his leg caught by the brunette. Seto sat back on his legs and, with a smirk that was nothing short of cruel, pulled.
Hard.
Jou screamed as he slid across the bed sheets and his arms were wrenched painfully. He heard Yugi's cry, Malik's growl, and Ryou's whimper but could only focus on his own unnaturally stretched out arms. He was almost positive he felt something pop as his vision grayed around the edges.
Then the hand on his leg was gone and he was being pushed back into the position he was in before. Jou noted distantly that his head was actually on a very fluffy pillow. How Seto; even when he was holding people against their will he made sure they were as comfortable as possible. It was sign of good breeding to be a proper host.
Or something.
When his vision was clear he found Seto sitting on his legs and staring down at him in something that resembled pity and regret.
"Bad Puppy." The scolding was gentle and Jou's skin crawled at the nickname. Seto had, after they'd gotten together, turned the old dog jokes into something affectionate and loving. Jou didn't want it used like this. "No more forcing your master to hurt you, hmm?"
"You are not my master."
"That would be more convincing if I didn't have you handcuffed to a bed." Seto said while reaching up and running his fingers over Jou's arm, leading up to his wrist. "Huh. You know the pharaoh said these things would keep you from hurting yourself. Figures you'd be bleeding anyway. You are quite the fighter. I've always liked that about you."
Jou sucked in a deep breath when he felt one of the cuffs being removed from his wrist. He pulled his arms down and away from Seto's hands. He rubbed his shoulders, trying to rid them of the soreness, while glowering up at the brunette. Seto was bigger and in the dozens of times they'd fought had always successfully kicked his ass. Plus his friends were chained up and he didn't know if Seto had used a key to let him go or what.
So he just stayed silent.
Seto smirked again then rolled off of him and the bed. He curved his fingers as if to say Jou should follow. Jou, who had sat up the moment he was able, just growled. The brunette had to be crazy if he thought there was a chance he'd follow him any damn where.
Seto's smirk grew. "If you don't come with me I'll punish you. In front of all of your little friends." Jou's brow furrowed. Punished? What the hell was he talking about? "Or, if you want, I could always chain you back up and take one of them instead."
Seto knew his weakness of course. His friends. He'd die for them. If you counted that thing with Marik, he had died for them and wouldn't hesitate to do it again. He crawled off of the bed slowly and tried to ignore the look of pure panic on Yugi's face.
"Jou! No, don't go with-"
"Shh." Seto put a finger to his lips. "Quite Yugi. You should worry about yourself more."
That made Jou pause. "You aren't going to do anything to them are you?"
Seto blinked, seemingly considering that. Then he nodded slowly. "Not a thing." Accepting that, though logically he knew that if Seto had no problem knocking them out and driving them to some remote place in the country he couldn't be expected to keep his word about this, and put his feet on the floor.
Before hissing and bringing them back up. The floor was wooden and, for whatever reason, was frigid like ice and Jou was very much shoeless. Seto's smile was less 'evil' and more 'affectionate'. He took a step forward and, ignoring the protest from Jou, scooped him and unceremoniously tossed him over his shoulder.
Jou wanted to hit him, really wanted to just knock the shit out of him and run like hell until he was so far away that Seto would never find him. But he didn't. He just crossed his arms over his chest and stared back at his friends. Yugi and Ryou were watching him with almost identical looks or horror on their faces. All he could see was the back of Malik's head but he imagined he was far from happy either.
And then they were out of the room and heading down the hallway. Jou tried to take in his surroundings as fast off possible. The room they had been in was in a long hallway painted a dark sapphire blue. There were five doors. One at the end of the hallway and two on each side, each painted white. The one they had been in was at the end opposite the lone door. They went that way and Seto turned left.
The hallway split after the room he'd be held in, going left and right. The carpet was sand colored and matched the dark red railing. Sitting in the right section, which was the way Jou was facing, were Bakura, Yami, and Marik, apparently absorbed in a game of…poker. Behind them were stairs with sand colored carpeting. Marik was leaning back against the stair rail, scowling. Seto paused and turned, making Jou feel sick as the world blurred around him.
To the left it was the same, minus the spirits. The stairs went down, and then forward, leading to…something. He craned his neck and could see what looked like a living room. It had chairs and couches at least, as well as a pool table covered in black felt.
"What are you three doing?"
"They think they can beat me at poker." Yami sounded almost offended.
"You want to play Priest?"
"No, Thief, I do not. The people I'm forced to work with." Jou could see Seto rolling his eyes in his mind. It was almost scary how well he knew Seto. Or…how well he'd thought he'd known him. Truth be told, he never would have expected this. "Weren't you the one worried about your light having a panic attack?"
"Oh yeah. I'm out." He could hear Bakura standing up and the sound his boots made on the carpet. "By the way Priest, nice ass your boy has."
Marik laughed. "Look, he blushes all over. I don't think I've ever seen Malik do that."
Jou was indeed blushing. His entire body felt heated and he couldn't help but squirm around in Seto's grasp, half hoping to be dropped on his head so he could be spared the humiliation of being seen in such an intimate way by so many people.
It wasn't that Jou was shy. He just didn't want everyone seeing him with no clothes on, and especially not like this, when he was so…vulnerable. Exposed beyond just having no clothes on, but weak and not in control. He couldn't be blamed for that.
"You're embarrassing him," Seto said mildly and Jou felt the flush increase. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. Seto snorted softly, as if reading his thoughts, and turned around again. Bakura, Malik, and Yami were all watching him and smirking wickedly. Jou couldn't stand to look at them and bowed his head, preferring to look at the ground.
Which actually made him a little dizzy as they went down the steps…
He would have never imagined those three looking at him like that, with those…lecherous grins on their faces. More than that he couldn't believe they had betrayed their lights. Sure, Seto doing it was amazing in and of itself, but the others… Ryou, Marik, and Yugi were supposed to be the other halves of their souls. How could you hurt a part of yourself so easily?
"I can almost hear the wheels in your head turning Pup."
Again Jou bristled at the name. "Don't call me that. You aren't allowed to all me that anymore Kaiba."
"And why not?"
"Are you insane! You tricked me into telling my family I'd be gone for three weeks so no one will look for me, you and the yamis gassed me and the guys and probably paid your driver off to drive us up and never talk about it again, you took my clothes and did Gods only know what twisted things while I was out, and then you let those…perverts look at me." He tried to keep the hurt from his voice and was ashamed that he couldn't. "I thought…you know. You aren't supposed to hurt me."
They had stopped again and for a long moment the only thing he could hear was his own breathing. Then he was moving again, though the brunette was not. Seto held him carefully while lowering him to the ground. Jou had been so busy feeling stupid that he hadn't watched where they were going and now they were in another hallway, this was dimly lit, by tall pillar candles sitting on small tables that lined one of the walls, and colored a metallic sort of gray.
His feet touched the ground but the change in height combined with the rushing on blood away from his head made him unsteady on his feet. On a reflex, he reached and grabbed the front of Seto's shirt. Neither moved, Seto standing perfectly still while he tried to regain his footing.
When he was 'right' again he started to pull away but Seto's hands darted out and grabbed his wrists. The one that had been released from the cuff was sore and he couldn't help but wince, before looking up at Seto. His eyes were cold and expressionless and it made Jou shiver. He hadn't seen Seto so closed off in over a year.
It scared him.
Seto let him go after a moment and reached around him. Jou turned as well and saw a door. It was painted with a glossy black varnish and, when Seto pushed it open, swung back to reveal a bathroom. He was pushed inside gently, Seto following after him.
The walls were blue with silver flecks, while the floor had alternating white and blue tile. All of the fixtures were a gleaming silver. It was all very…Seto. Cold and bare…
Or at least the way Seto had used to be. He hadn't been like this since they'd gotten together. Jou just…didn't understand what was going on. He turned to look at the brunette but Seto was looking in the mirror over the sink with a frown.
Jou glanced at his smirking reflection then back at Seto wondering what was so… Wait. Smirking? He looked again, unable to keep the gasp from leaving his lips. Indeed the reflection was smirking.
And then the glass rippled with purple energy and shattered. The pieces didn't hit the ground however. They floated and all fell, one after the other, into the sink. When the last one fell Seto let out a small sigh, drawing Jou's attention back to him.
"You…you…" It wasn't the first time Jou had seen such a display, but he'd only ever seen it done by one of the yamis. Seto looked down his nose at the shadow magic the others used. Because that wasn't him and he didn't go for the hocus-pocus stuff; his words not Jou's.
"Close your mouth. It's unbecoming." Seto crossed his arms over his chest. "What's wrong with you now?"
Jou shut his mouth and wrapped his arms around himself, suddenly very aware of his nudity. Sure, Seto had seen it all more than once but it was…different now.
"Why're you four doing this? I mean, you is one thing but them-"
"Them what?" Seto's voice was a low growl and suddenly Jou was against the wall, blazing blue eyes boring into is own. He could feel Seto's breath against his cheek, and his body pressing against his in a way that would have been enticing the day before. He turned his head, shutting his eyes tight. "What Jou? Is it that they're all halves of a whole? Soulmates? They can't hurt each other because of that, but if I hurt you it's expected because we're different? It doesn't mean the same if I care about you?"
Jou had no idea what he was talking about and just tried his hardest to shrink back into himself. When Yami, Bakura, and Marik got mad things had a tendency to explode. If Seto was playing around with the Shadows Jou didn't know why he should expect any different.
He whimpered when Seto's lips brushed his ear, ignoring the way his body shivered. "That's the problem Jou. Just because those idiots look alike you're comparing and to you it'll never be the same. I can't have you doubting me that way. Get cleaned up. I'll be back soon." His tongue traced the shell of his ear and he nipped the lobe almost playfully.
Jou whimpered.
And then he was gone and Jou was sinking down to his knees, breathing hard.
TBC…
You should all thank Mechante for editing becuase I...can't edit for the life of me. It's sad isn't it...
