Away…

Pain away…

The pain away…

Fuck the pain away.

Sold Love

How is it that as soon as your body submerges into warm water-it feels though you've been caressed by the strongest arms. How is it that as soon as that liquid touches you it begins to melt your pain away. How is it that your mind slowly stops everything it once was doing but leaves it all behind as the water soak you in.

Almost lustfully.

I closed my eyes. Trying to focus nothing-nothing at all, even whatever that was making me what I am. Never to be the same being I once was- to drown in every moment of this steamy fog.

But…just but- what the hell was going to happen with me?

I'm bought from some rich guy and he goes on kissing me like I'm his property and now I'm here naked-

"Are you done?"

"WHA- WHAT ARE YOU DOING-"

He smirked. That famous, malevolent smirk that I wish I can just wipe it away.

But then…we are both men.

Never mind that- I got up to sitand looked at him, since he was staring at me like some statue.

He came closer and knelt down to match the level where I was sitting.

Then he held onto my cheek. His hand was cold. Icy cold but somewhat burning me with every touch.

"Ah-"

I immediately moved my hands to hold onto his-trying to ease myself from the sudden drop oftemperature.

My hand slowly melted away as the water mingled with his hand. His left hand reached for my head and slowly combed through it- moving every strand of my hair out of my face- exposing every blush I squeezed out.

He pulled down his sleeve, and gently wiped my face off every single water drop. I just kept looking at him- trying to read his every move but failing every time.

He spoke no words. I didn't either.

He then smiled at me-no smirk, just a gentle smile over that appealing face.

Maybe I'm just being too apprehensive. Maybe I should loosen up a bit.

And then I closed my eyes…ever so gently-just enough for my last sight to be his ice struck eyes.

I just knew he came closer to me, his scent seems to dance on my nose having me feel dizzy out of no sense.

He slowly licked my lips, still using his navy blue sweater to wipe my neck, trying to bring me all the warmth that he can.

I licked my lips-tasting every bit of him through his sweet sensation.

Maybe I should just do what he tells me to do…since he's my master anyways…

And the dog's tail slowly went down.

I knew it then, he knew what I was going to do. He knew what I can, and will do to him anytime soon.

I lifted him off from the bathtub, caring what not my sweat was wet- and carried him to the nearest bed.

I saw him blush and quickly grab all blankets around him.

I took off my wet sweater and threw it down.

He looked so fragile.

Weak and vulnerable, under every circumstances and needed to follow-

But I loved it.

I came onto him, and he pushed himself against the bed- still red, breathing heavily at every atmosphere around him. My body pushed against his, wet and cold- hot and desirable.

I looked at him and he looked at me. His honey brown eyes seem much lighter than before, telling me something I already knew.

'Help.'

I would be his rescue.

The only one who he'd cling to-

"Dinner is ready. Left of you is a brown closet. Wear anything that fits you. Come down in 10 minutes."

And I walked off.

I was topless- he was naked.

What was between us was the skin.

We needed to meet heart to heart.

I-I thought he was going to-

Stupid. Baka.

WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING-

We're both men, human- he couldn't possibly think of me that way.

10 minutes…shit.

I looked beside me and walked off to the closet.

Containing every color in every style and only in naming brands-

This rich bastard always seems to tease me in a way.

I quickly grabbed a light yellow long sleeve shirt and was a little loose on me. But it was so light and comfortable I didn't bother take it off. Below were pants and jeans, belts and even accessory cabinet surrounding.

I took a dark, ripped jeans that I was sure he was never going to wear and a brown belt just so it would stay on my low waist.

I ran back to the bathroom, blushing at what happened before, running to get a towel over my head. I washed my face, gurgled and had time left. So I walked off slowly.

He had a different outfit on. Instead of his navy blue sweater that he threw down- never mind. He wore a black pinstriped flannel over tight jeans. I don't even know why the hell I'm checking him out. His dark framed glasses made him more sophisticated than he is now. He was slowly reading away the newspaper.

"I-" I tried not to murmur. "Am I late?"

He looked at his watch.

Of course I'm not late.

"No. Sit."

I walked to the table, the kitchen was brightly cleaned, spanking new and the food looked way too good.

"Eat."

He commanded. I looked at him and he smirked, holding up a glass of wine.

"N-No thanks."

"I insist."

He stood, pulling his chair back, walked to my side and gently poured out slow, and rich wine.

I think he heard me gulp as his hand slowly went reaching for my face again.

But instead he pulled off my towel off my head, releasing a strong scent of shampoo.

My hair was obviously a mess but he slowly leaned over to me.

Holding the bottle of wine in his hand he pecked me a kiss onto my cheek.

"Don't choke, mutt."

Whispering me a command- damn, I would've so socked him if I could.

He smirked gently and walked to sit. He took off his glasses, leaking out his strong aroma.

He took a sip of his wine and started to eat-

Giving me an excuse to eat then too.

"So-" I gulped it down with a sip of amazing wine. "How old are you?"

"22."

Shit. He's older than me.

"How did you, you know- buy me?"

"Long story."

He never moved his eyes to see me.

"Wh-what are you going to do to me?"

And finally he looked up. His sudden eye sight scared me. It was capturing every bit of breath, having me swallow every bit of it before I chocked or something.

He put down his fork and folded his arms, resting his elbow onto the table.

"Anything."

"A-Anything? Anything of what?"

"Everything."

He talked like an idiot.

"Jounouchi Katsuya. Age 19, high school drop-out, son of the famous child abuser, has a sister that lives with his mother who knows nothing of this, height 5'10', weight-"

"Okay-Okay. Fine. Your turn."

He smirked, took another sip of the wine and looked onto me directly.

"Kaiba Seto. Age 22, CEO, son of a major gaming company, a brother who-"

He stopped.

I looked at him.

He didn't.

His sudden loss of confidence only raised my curiosity.

"What? You didn't finish."

"You didn't let me finish yours either."

"But it went longer."

"But it ended."

"Stop. Go on."

"It's over. Eat."

"But-"

"Mutt. You are my slave. I own you, I will remind you everyday if you need me to. I command you, you listen. You do whatever needs to be done because I said so. Your nothing to me, nothing valuable- I can throw you away like a piece of dirt. I own you. Your mine. Don't forget who's on top, and who's not."

His voice rang coldly. Colder than the time he talked to Bakura.

I've been hurt before. Anywhere and everywhere-mentally, physically, emotionally all those ways, but I never shed tears.

Even to threats I laughed it off, even to the most painful point in my life I drank it away, fucked it all away.

Then…

Why am I here crying?

Seto is very "emotional" in this fic. A lot of mood swings? Up's and Down's?

What's wrong with Mokuba? Hmmm? Heh! Hope you enjoyed! Thank you for REVIEWS!