Disclaimer: To the creators of Kazuki Takahashi, I thank you for allowing me the pleasure of fan fiction.

A/N: I'm back and ready to finish. Not many people read this paring, but I love it. It's a bit ooc but that's ok. Relax and have a latté on me. Thanks for hanging in…..

Chapter: 10 Prisoners of Love

Mokuba always knew his brother was a bastard, but his cunning would make the devil envious. Watching Nii-sama work a situation to his advantage always left him in Ahh . . . He hated to admit Nii-sama was a genius. In an instance and without batting his eye he sacrificed Joey not knowing if he was dead or alive, he traded Yami's life for hard cold cash with the justification that it was best for my future, and lastly he bought an incredible sex slave. Oh and let's not forget the blackmail, revenge, and salvage control over everyone's life in the name of love. Mokuba smirked at the brilliance of his mentor.

Three weeks had passed since that mysterious night he watched Nii-sama change the faith of many lives and now Mokuba was ready to put his own plan into action. He remembers so clearly the next day Nii-sama came to visit him in the hospital . . . . .

Flash back . . . . . .

"Mokuba is that a smile or is it a smirk . . . If I didn't know any better I'd say you just had sex."

"No Nii-sama I believe you're the stuffed kitten, what have you been up too. Some new acquisition, a new game, or have you've stolen a million dollar company from some unfortunate soul whose son I fucked," Mokuba moved to get out of his bed. He was ready to go home.

"Ah so you're still pissed about that Yami guy . . . I thought you would have forgotten him by now, but on the down side I had him investigated."

"Damn it . . . . Stay out of my business, he not a threat to anyone," Mokuba screamed.

"Yeah he's broke, lost his company to poor judgment and now he's looking for a sugar –boy loves them young," Kaiba smirked.

"Fuck you . . . ." tears filled Mokuba's eyes. He ran to his brother and started to beat on his chest, but collapsed in his arms in a mess of snot and tears. He hated this display of weakness, yet it fit his deception so well, so he played the game will. Kaiba thought he'd won his baby brother's trust.

"He's not worth your time . . . boredom would have set in shortly. Mokie, remember that ring you've been looking at for the past two months," Kaiba teased.

"Yeah the one with a golden topaz, surrounded by crimson rubies, connected with black lapis overlays in gold," Mokuba arched his brow. "Cost a fortune."

"It's being sized as we speak," Kaiba started to straighten Mokuba's shirt. "Now get dressed we've got a business to run."

"Nii-sama I'm sorry for ever doubting you," Mokuba sniffed. "There's lot of fish in the sea, I'm so over him."

End of flashback . . . .

'Yes there were a lot of fish in the sea, but he only desired one,' Mokuba thought and at that moment he decided to play the role of a shark. Step one he'd drag Ryou into the sea; he's my devoted body guard and he'd never disobey my commands. The next day Mokuba forced Ryou to deliver a note to Yami in secret. It spoke of his love and the promise he would always be there, but for now their love must remain hidden; wait for me. In two hours he was about to meet his lover it had been three months, two days, and four hours of hell and deception.

Ryou couldn't satisfy his appetite he needed his lover, but to all eyes Ryou played his part well. It wasn't usual for a servant to fulfill the sexual needs of their master. Mokuba licked his bottom lip which caused Ryou to blush uncontrollably. Mokuba was lost in thought thinking of the coming events while relaxing in his room.

"Will you need me tonight Master," Ryou asked politely staring at Mokuba's lips. It had been four days since they had sex.

"No and please stop leaving your things lying around all over the place. It's not cool," Mokuba punished the boy with his words. "Have you forgotten I've got business up north?"

"Yes, you're going to him . . . . . I know it." Ryou pouted in an attempt to sway his master.

"I told you never to speak of his name," Mokuba hissed. "Unless you're prepared to lose my love forever; I'll never touch you again. Is that what your heart desires?"

"Please I didn't mean anything," Ryou's pleas echoed off the walls.

"Come here my pet I need your services," Mokuba lifted the silk sheets from his naked body. He'd spend the next hour fucking Ryou and thinking about Yami. It was better that the useless whores he'd used in his plot to deceive Nii-sama.

"Ahhh . . . . Master," Ryou moaned in pleasure. "You do love me."

Later Mokuba smiled as he drove his new shinny sport car. It was a present from Nii-sama for concentrating on work and making money. Kaiba had taught his brother well, being a bastard wasn't so bad after all.

Meanwhile at Kaiba Corp on the top floor reserved for Kaiba's private use a package was being delivered by special carrier. Hidden behind a simple uniform of pale blue trimmed with white satin his beauty defies all laws. Amelda flipped his bangs off his brow and left one curl over his left eye. His hair usually flat iron straight was curled. The ringlets softly caressed his neck. Around his neck he wore a simple collar made of white gold. KC was engraved on a small plate held together with a gold lock and diamonds. Inside the lock Kaiba installed a shock device that would render the man unconscious if he tried to remove it. The effects were painful and the shocks could cause more damage to his eye. Kaiba held him by the balls.

Sakura was a quite participant in the games and she allowed the young man to enter Kaiba's private elevator in the back of her office. Kaiba trusted this woman to attend his most private affairs; their relationship went back farther than time. She knew this man was a prisoner, yet her devotion to Kaiba was unshakable. However after the love sessions she'd always offer Amelda comfort and attended his wounds with loving care.

"Come in," Kaiba spoke, "I don't have all day."

"Your package sir," Amelda spoke.

"What the hell have you done to your hair? Is this your attempt to piss me off?" Kaiba's frustration suggested violence. He wasn't in a good mood. Kaiba knocked the package out of the other's hand and grabbed Amelda hair from the back. He held a fist full of curls in his large hands tightly, but Amelda refuse to scream. It was too early in the game. Kaiba forced his neck back and stole a kiss. With his free hand he ripped open the uniform jacket. Silver buttons scattered all over the floor. Amelda smooth chest freshly shaven gave Kaiba chills. His nipples fragrant with sweat started to swell under Kaiba's touch.

"Look how your body responds,"the CEO lusted with anticipation.

"I hate youuuuuuuuuuuuu . . . . . "Amelda kicked Kaiba in his right knee and twisted out of his grasp. Moving swiftly out of reach he summer -saluted to the other side of the room. His sightless eyes darted around trying to sense Kaiba's next move; he was filled with mischief and fear. Warring with hate and love he sought release from this endless cycle of deception.

"Ah . . . haha . . . ah . . . haha . . . so you want to play. Why don't you open the package? I have a present for you," Kaiba challenge.

"There's nothing I want from you but my freedom." Amelda hissed. He wiped the unwanted kiss from his face and memory.

"Really . . . it's been three months and still you resist, but I promise you will break. It's not often a master gives his slave a treat. Open it."

"Never,"

"I've been told it's a relic from the old war, a toy found on a lone mountain top near one of the camps my father owned." Kaiba smirked.

"Give it to me," Amelda screamed.

"Why should I . . . . What will I get in return?"

"Bastard," Amelda unzipped his pants and stepped out of the uniform. He tossed them on the floor with the jacket. As usually he was naked. Slowly his body started to move to the dance one of many he preformed for the CEO's pleasure, sometimes with whips, chains, or his hands.

Kaiba moved to his oversized leather chair, his eyes never leaving the swaying of Amelda's hips. His fingers moved over the brown wrapping paper and with his teeth he tore it open. Amelda stopped his movements and moved towards the bastard.

"Ahhh . . . . It looks like a little solider and I think there's something engraved on the arm."

"Kaiba . . . ."Amelda's eyes widen.

"What did you call me?"

"Master . . . ."Amelda hissed between clenched teeth.

"I can't hear you."

"Fuck you . . . ." Amelda dived directly into Kaiba's lap and retrieved the package. He opens the box and tears rolled down his cheeks. With care he held the one-armed solider and searched for the markings on his good arm. This toy belong to his brother it was the first piece of evidence to prove he existed.

Kaiba stroked Amelda's back, until the shivers began to subside. Amelda relaxed in his arms and continued to weep, but the moment of solace soon ended, he had a job to do.

Amelda eased out of Kaiba's arms holding the toy but Kaiba forced him down on the desk top. "So don't you think I deserve a little more today."

"Get off . . . . We have a contract." Amelda pleaded.

"Bullshit, you've teased me for three months . . . I've had enough." Roughly Kaiba started to finger Amelda and twist his nipples with his free hand. He clearly had the advantage.

Amelda arched his body in submission he didn't care if Kaiba tore him apart he had to get out of this room and away from this cold-hearted bastard. The blue-eyed sex freak pulled out his rod and would have caused the other great pain but the silver tears staining his desk top pissed him off.

"Get out of here and take that damn toy with you," Kaiba slap Amelda across his face, breaking skin across his bottom lip. The man stumbled over his clothes, he didn't bother to dress; he just wanted to go.

Outside Sakura offered Amelda a fresh robe and cold pack. With his collar intact, he smiled and left through a private exit. It was a quick session but by far the worst. Nothing changed a long bath, fine food, and the evening session to look forward too.

'Damn him to hell, I've had enough!' The brutalize red-head screamed. "Stop the car!"

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