A/N: Not too much to say this time around, lol, I'll try ta keep steady updates!
R n R, ppls:3
Disclaimer:
Fluffy(me): My conquest to own Yugioh has been a failure thus far...So I don't own Yugioh or the characters!
Moku: You go back to writing now, I'll worry about the disclaimer...
Fluffy: Aw, sweet of you to offer, but I can handle both! No worries!
Moku: I didn't really say I was worried. But didn't you say you were really busy?
Fluffy: Hai! But if I'M too busy to write da stories then wouldn't the readers all be too busy to read the stories! in saying that if it's truly so then if I'm just too busy and I don't make time for it then I'm not really having fun with then am I? If I'm not having fun writing it then who's have fun reading it, right? So it would then be completely pointless waste of my and everyone else's time! If I was too busy I wouldn't writing this, in meaning I'd be bored, so I wouldn't write it! Thus meaning I do NOT have time to write much anything or do much else, but I MAKE time! Because I enjoy and love writing...answer your question Moki-kun?
Moku: ...
Last Time:"Fine, but if nothing's wrong then don't look like that, or people will think there is something wrong!" she offered a small smile, it seemed more like a conniving smirk to Jou though. Maybe he was paranoid?
The bell rang loudly, heavily, it echoed through the rooms and halls of the school.
Honey eyes trailed to the brunette's seat yet again, empty. Jounouchi huffed his annoyance at the noted absence.
Class started.
A soft moan sounded in the darkened room, very few streams of light escaped the lush thick curtains, holding the bright never wavering sun at bay. A dark figure lay tangled in the many thick seemingly dark covers that cascaded unceremoniously over the large bed, casting further darkness over the troubled teen they held.
Small lumps formed at random places across the bed as the restless form beneath it stirred, unable to relax himself. Eerie silence enveloped the room, as if it stood still for teen. More ripples in the thick covers and stirring of fabric as a pale long fingered hand extracted for the confines of the dark blanket. Digging deeply in the soft material of the pillow his head half way rested on.
He pushed himself deeper within the comfortable bed, curling his body from the outside world. Ragged breath escaped in shallow huffs, forced from the boy's lungs in the pushing attempt to keep the body living. He shudder under the thick cloth, his heavy body almost inhuman.
He made no further movements or sounds, simply held himself close to the pillows, burying deep into his own since if cooping with what he new to be true but still denied to himself as well as to everyone else in the world.
A small creak came from somewhere behind him, his body tensing at the sudden intrusion to his room. Tendrils of light, crept into the room catching onto random objects and begging for them not to be ripped from their clutches. Footsteps passed his 'resting' area, quietly tiptoeing their way toward the large covered windows.
A pause from the intruder, as if contemplating their next move, or unsure they were going to do what they had intended on entering the dark room.
Rustling of cloth and skidding sounds from across the room signaled the next part of the intruder's plan. Sunlight streamed in from the new opening in the large dark blue curtains, revealing what had been hidden within the darkness.
The teen didn't stir, silver and deep blue covers hid his figure from the intruder's view, not that he had an interest in disturbing his brother. He quickly tiptoed his way from the room closing the door quietly so he wouldn't disturb the occupant.
Silver and sapphire covers bulged and danced as the one they held stirred, an elegant long fingered hand pulled it's self free of the confines. The teen wriggled, silky chestnut hair pulled from the covers as half of the head fallowed suit. Misty unfocused sapphire eyes, deeper than the covers they had been confined to, deeper than the curtains that had held the sun at bay, deeper than the soft plush carpet of his room, revealed themselves from the covers. Taking in the site of his room only a second before shutting it out, eyes tightly sealed, forcing out the light.
He cuddled into the blankets, shuddering slightly despite pushing the shivers from his broken body. He seeked the warmth the bed had to offer, though it was little. The whole matter seemed ridiculous to him, from all that had happened the day before to the condition he was put in now, weakened and broken down. Words that described him now, words that were far from what his former self was. Far from Seto Kaiba.
He forced out a deep breath, forcing his shaken body to calm. Shakily his long pale fingers searched for something to grasp onto, something to steady his existence,. They found nothing, his body burrowed further into the dark oasis.
-(Kaiba's Flashback)-
Heat, sweat, he teased, he tortured, controlled, forcing his way into my core. Pushing me to my limits, daring me to disobey his orders.
He lathered his fingers with his own saliva, offering me a final glance before slamming the digit into my body. I hissed loudly, pain filling my shaken body briefly. I was unconscious of all the many sounds my throat produced, grunts, hisses, moans, whimpers, small strangled cries. A second digit entered. I whimpered, calling out louder.
He teased ma pounding cock, destroying what was left of my shattered pride, roughly his teased it to erection, then abandoned it. Yet again.
He quickly ripped off his own pants, thrusting his hard cock into my body. I cried out, loudly, whimpering. He only quickened his pace. My body shook, completely out of my control.
I was at his mercy.
-(Kaiba's Flashback end)-
"Rape.." the teen muttered into the empty room, his body shook slightly. That was what Jounouchi had done to him, broke him beyond repair, raped him. Though honestly he knew, knew that he hadn't told the boy 'no' hadn't told or even asked him to stop.
He hadn't made any protests of the sort, simply let the younger male take him. Let himself be used, controlled, broken, shattered, fucked!
He hissed bitterly, wrapping himself further in the blankets. His eyes burned, stinging, and for a second he thought he would break down and cry. Like a child, cry for his pain, cry for what he didn't have and what he wanted to have. Cry for everything that he could, cry for the painful lonely life he was forced into. Cry because not even suicide would solve his problem, nothing ever would.
His tears didn't come, but remained locked tightly away. Somewhere deep within his cold body, buried. He didn't have the right to cry, not after letting something like that happen to himself. Then wanting to cry, hide from the world and just cry, like a weak child?
His sadness and pain quickly transformed, turning into a heated painful ragging fire. He ripped the covers from his body, lifting from his fetal laying position. Enough laying around mopping about his defeat, time for action.
A small smirk worked it's way onto the older Kaiba brother's face, time to teach the Mutt who's the Master and who fallows the Master's orders!
Time for 'Puppy training'! This earned a almost good-as-new-back-to-his-old-self evil smirk.
TBC…
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