Chapter 4
Yugi was torn. It had been a month. He enjoyed his freedom. He had told Yami a month ago, when Yami had granted him the freedom, that he would stay at the house if Yami would let him. But that he had business he had to attend to that would take him away from time to time...
Yami didn't mind that. He let Yugi do as he pleased. He was just glad the neko returned when he left. He was always worried he would leave and never come back.
Yugi came back one night. Looking for Yami, his eyes were scared. He was soaked, ears drooping, carrying a sack of cloths. "Yami! Are you here?"
"Yes, kitten. What's wrong?" he asked, coming out, approaching him carefully so as not to spook him.
"Fix him." Yugi held up the rags, eyes huge.
"Who?" he inquired, peering at the rags Yugi held.
It was a baby neko. Yugi looked up. "My daughter. Her mom just had her, and died. That's why I was so angry being a slave, I couldn't be out, helping her."
"Oh, Yugi we can definitely give her a home if you want to keep her here," Yami said gently. "What's wrong that she needs to be fixed?"
"She's sick. I can't get her to eat." Yugi was whimpering, amethyst eyes shedding tears. The babe was shivering, small, and weak.
Yami left, gathering a few fluffy soft blankets and returned to give them to Yugi.
"Wrap her in these," he instructed. "I'll get her some milk."
Yugi nodded, wrapping her, holding her, and rocking her, nuzzling and licking her.
Yami returned shortly. He gently took the baby neko in his arms, making sure to give her head and back support. He then began to fed her a bottle of milk.
"I mixed some medicine in it," he told Yugi. "She should fall asleep in a few minutes and feel better when she wakes."
Yugi didn't really let go. He held her head. Looking up at Yami, there were tears in her eyes. "Please, I can't lose her. Her mom and I were friends, but I love my lil girl."
"Trust me, Yugi," he said gently, letting the baby neko finish eating. "She'll be ok. The medicine I gave her will make sure she's alright."
"You promise?" Yugi asked, looking to Yami
"Of course," Yami said simply, giving her back to Yugi. "If she wakes up before morning then wake me up."
"Yami...c...can we sleep with you?" Yugi looked up pitifully.
"You don't need to ask," Yami said sheepishly, taking Yugi's hand gently. "Come on then. That way I can keep an eye on the little one."
Yugi head butted Yami. "Thank you, Yami." Yugi whispered quietly.
"It's no problem, Yugi," he assured, taking him to his room and closed the door. "Is she a few months old? Did you or your mother give her a name?"
"No, that's what I mean, her mother died tonight."
Yugi's eyes welled up.
"I'm sorry," Yami said gently, wrapping an arm around him carefully. "Do you want to come up with a name for her with me?"
Yugi looked up at Yami. He stared at Yami, looking sad. "No, never mind. Let me take her and we will find somewhere else to stay."
"Yugi, I'm sorry. I made a stupid mistake," he sighed. "It's late. Just sleep and we'll figure it out in the morning."
"No, really, it's okay. Thank you for the medicine, Yami." Yugi said sadly, feeling rebuffed by the kid gloves Yami was handling him with lately.
He sighed, "Fine."
Yugi wrapped the baby up tightly. "Thank you, Yami." Yugi mumbled, heart breaking, tears spilling after he turned away to head out in the stormy night.
\/\/\/
Ryou poked Malik's cheek, wondering if he was awake. He could hear the storm brewing outside. It was going to be a nasty night outside.
"Mmm...?" Malik replied sleepily
"It's raining outside," Ryou said innocently.
"Uh huh..." Malik yawned as there was a knock at the door.
"Fuck. Stay here." Malik trudged downstairs.
Coming upstairs a couple minutes later, Malik came, bringing a drenched Yugi and bundle.
"Who is it?" Ryou asked from where he'd been left.
"It's me." Yugi whimpered, tears slipping down his cheeks.
"And my daughter."
Ryou rushed down. He hugged Yugi tight. He looked at the girl.
"Aw, she's adorable," he cooed.
"Thanks." Yugi sniffled. "Her name is Miya."
"You're welcome," Ryou still held Yugi.
"He doesn't want me." Yugi whimpered into Ryou's shoulder.
Ryou rolled his eyes, "Yugi, Yami is obviously crazy about you. You should go talk to him."
"No, he's not. Can I spend the night here with Miya?" Sniffling, he sneezed. Malik looked at Ryou and started pulling out blankets.
"Yes," Ryou took them inside.
Malik took them to a spare room, putting more blankets on the bed. Looking at Ryou he sighed. "I'll let Fluffy know so that he doesn't kill Yugi in the middle of the night."
"Good," Ryou giggled lightly. "Thanks."
Malik banged on the door. "Fluffy, Yugi and his baby are spending the night. Don't kill them. Goodnight."
"I won't. Night, psycho," Bakura said, grumpy at being woken up.
Marik cuddled tighter to Bakura, petting him. Malik went back and got Ryou. "Night Yugi." Malik picked up Ryou and went back to bed.
"Well hell, now I'm not sleepy." Grinning, he winked at Ryou.
Ryou pouted, "Not my fault."
"You were trying to wake me up, if I remember." A psychotic gleam in his eye, he grabbed Ryou's wrists. "Let's play." He smirked.
"That's because it's raining and I get spooked by thunder," he pouted.
"Oh, okay." Malik grabbed Ryou, holding him tight. "I'll be your security blanket."
Ryou blushed, hugging him back, "Thanks."
Malik held him tight. Nuzzling Ryou, he sighed. "I love you, Ryou."
"I love you too, Malik," he said softly, shifting to cat form and pawed at his face adorably.
Malik giggled. "I already think you are adorable, why you gotta go and keep proving it." His heart just about melted at Ryou in cat form.
"Because it's fun," he pouted, licking Malik's cheek.
Malik chuckled. Grinning crazily, he gently took Ryou's head in his hands...then licked him from nose to ears, laughing hysterically.
Ryou mewed in surprise, eyes wide as he didn't expect that. He purred at his ears being touched. He whacked Malik lightly with his tail.
Malik laughed crazily. Rubbing Ryou's ears, he grinned at the purr. "I love to hear you purr." He smiled.
Ryou blushed, purring at the attention to his ears, "Thanks, it's fun being adorable."
Malik grinned...then frowned at hearing the door knock again. "What the fuck? I'll be right fucking back...Fluffy won't get it." Stomping down the stairs, he flung open the door.
Ryou came down quietly. He flinched at the rumble of thunder. He hid behind Malik's legs.
Two men in black capes reached in, knocking Malik unconscious. Kicking Ryou in the head with a great deal of force from their steel toed boot, they left, Malik over their shoulders, unconscious, blood trickling from his temple.
Ryou steadied himself. He shifted to fox form and chased after Malik. He had promised he'd keep him safe. He wasn't going to let him down.
The men took Malik to a cave, throwing him against the wall. Malik moaned, still unconscious. The men ripped Malik's clothes off, hanging him from chains in the wall. There was a fire crackling in the center of the cave.
Ryou padded in. He had easily tracked him down since Malik was still dripping some blood. He shifted back to cat form. He went over, head butting Malik to wake him up. He tried to stay silent. He was on guard as he had no idea who wanted his lover.
Malik moaned lowly. The men turned around, peering over at Malik. Luckily there were a couple smaller stones by Malik that hid Ryou's form.
"Mal', wake up please," Ryou mewed quietly, extremely anxious as he didn't want to get caught while trying to get his lover awake before trying to get him out of this.
"Lookee what we found." As Ryou was gripped by the scruff of the neck. "A talkin' cat!"
Ryou whimpered, fear filling his eyes as he looked up at the person that caught him. He squirmed, trying to get free.
"Ah, no...this'll be more fun. Da boss said to torture this bastard...we can have a snack while waiting." Malik started to open his eyes then, a glaze over them. Seeing Ryou being held, he lunged, the chains stopping him. "Let the cat fucking go." Malik snarled.
Ryou barred his teeth at the thug, trying to seem menacing. He doubt it worked. He hissed, trying to get free.
"Let me go," he said, trying to get free.
The men giggled. "Oh...he likes the cat...is this your pet?"
Ignoring Ryou, but holding him tightly.
Ryou squirmed, pleading to Malik to help him out. He doubted his partner could help since the blonde is a little tied up at the moment.
"Let my fucking cat go. You have an issue, deal with me." He snarled. Seeing the men weren't going to move, Malik finally sighed. "Fuck. Fine. You're gonna eat the cat. Can we at least say a prayer before you do? I've had the cat awhile?" The men thought, then nodded. Malik bowed his head. The men did as well. Malik started saying a prayer of safe passage to the underworld.
Ryou was dumped onto the ground. He huffed, moving over to Malik. He shifted back into his normal form. If he was going to die he might as well do it as his normal self. He also had a knife in one hand he had managed to get out of the kitchen before trying to track Malik down. He stands in front of Malik in a defensive crouch, ready to pounce and fight for his loved one.
Since Ryou was in front of Malik, he didn't see Malik adjusting his arms, breaking his right hand with his left, making his hand the same size as his wrist, slipping it out of the handcuff. Pulling a lock pick out of his cheek, he got his left hand out, all the while still praying. Grabbing the knife out of Ryou's hand, he used his left to slit both men's throats. Looking back at Ryou, blood still trickling down from his temple, his right hand broken, he looked at Ryou. "You okay?"
"Yes, but you're hurt," he said, worried although shifted back to fox to sniff out a scent.
Malik jumped in front of Ryou as he heard more coming. Turning, about twenty five men came running out from the back. Grinning, Malik grabbed a dagger out of his boot and dove in, slicing, blood flowing. As his screams blended with the group, he turned after a few minutes, bodies laying next to him, he covered in blood. Walking up to Ryou, his blonde hair rust colored, he bent over. "It's okay, now. You ready to go home?"
"Yes," Ryou said, jumping onto Malik's shoulder, licking his cheek.
The early morning sun peeked out. As they got home, Malik took Ryou to bed, passing out on the floor.
Ryou picked Malik up and put him on the bed. He placed the sheets around him. He didn't mind being used like a pillow or something to sleep with. He'd stay with Malik as long as he needed him to.
Malik held him tightly, drifting in and out.
Ryou dozed off and on, relaxing in Malik's grasp. Though he did wonder why and who had sent those people after Malik.
\/\/\/
Marik woke up at dawn, yawning. Stepping out of the bedroom, he noticed that the front door was open. He also noticed blood. Running upstairs, he jerked Bakura. "Bakura! There's blood downstairs!"
Bakura shot bolt upright. He sniffed the blood, noticing it was Malik's.
He sighed, "Something probably happened last night. Let's clean up the blood first. I still smell Malik and Ryou here so no one is missing."
Marik nodded. "I'll clean it up. You stay here and I'll bring breakfast up, okay?"
"Oh...alright," he hesitantly nodded.
Marik went down, cleaning up the blood and then bringing up some fruit and juice and toast. Bringing a tray in, he smiled. "Is fruit okay?"
"Yep," he reassured.
Setting the tray down, Marik grinned. "I read something. Can I try it?" He started blushing.
"What is it?" he asked curiously.
"It's ... uh...it's supposed to make the fruit sweeter." He blushed. He put a strawberry in his mouth, leaning forward, offering it to Bakura.
"Oh?" he asked, raising a brow.
Marik blushed so furiously. He had been wanting to be intimate with Bakura, but he had no idea how. He was grasping at straws. He had seen a woman do this in the market a couple days ago, and men seemed to like it. Blushing even redder, he nodded.
Bakura nibbled on the offering, their lips brushing against each other's.
Marik shivered, eyes becoming hooded. "H..how did it taste?" He gulped.
"Do you want to find out?" he purred, staring into those pools of lilac purple.
Marik licked his lips, unable to look away, nodding.
Bakura kissed him, letting Marik taste the fruit on his lips. He licked at Marik's lips, snaking his tongue inside.
Marik sighed softly, returning the kiss. Whimpering as felt Bakura's tongue in his mouth, he started playing with the tongue with his own.
Bakura moaned. He wrapped his arms tightly around Marik. He pulled him close against him. He wouldn't be letting go anytime soon.
Marik whimpered in excitement pulling away just slightly to kiss Bakura's cheeks, eyelids, and nose, before returning to that luscious mouth.
He smirked, kissing Marik back. His hands roamed his body. He grinded his hips against him. He knew Marik wanted him.
Marik groaned grinding back against Bakura. "'Kura..." He whimpered as he continued kissing.
"Want do you want, Ishtar?" he purred in Marik's ear, nibbling on the lobe.
Marik whimpered more, breathing heavy. "I want to be yours, fully."
"Then bend over for me, love," he growled, his hands roaming over Marik's body, his eyes dark with passion, lust, and hunger for his blonde.
Marik whimpered, breathing faster and nodding. He got on his hands and knees, looking back at Bakura.
"Do you want to be prepared first or go right into it?" Bakura breathed in his ear.
Marik shivered. "You can prepare?" He asked innocently. "I didn't know that. Will it hurt less?" He murmured.
"Then brace yourself," he purred, running a hand down as he rubbed Marik's butt before inserting a finger inside of him. "Because this will be fun."
Marik whimpered at the feel, liking that there wasn't immediate pain. Shivering in desire, he moved back against Bakura, his cock getting hard at feeling Bakura's hands all over him, his skin pebbling with goosebumps from the sensations.
Bakura smirked. He enjoyed seeing his lover shiver, knowing Marik waited in anticipation for what he would do next. He eventually added more into Marik. He took his fingers out, grabbing the bottle of lube. He sprayed some on his hands, rubbing it on his cock. Then he positioned himself, rubbing his cock against Marik's entrance.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yes, please, Bakura." Marik whimpered, rubbing his bum against Bakura's shaft. "I want you inside me, please."
"Mmm, then that's what you'll get," he purred, shoving himself inside up to the hilt in one quick thrust, moaning at feeling Marik stretch around him.
Marik cried out in pleasure, as he shoved back against Bakura. "Oh Ra, that feels amazing, Bakura. You're so damn big." Marik's head hung down as he kept pushing against Bakura, grunting quietly.
"Mmm, you feel good," he murmured in Marik's ear, gripping his hips as he began to thrust in and out of him.
Malik gave up on talking as he was lost in the pleasure of the moment. It had never been pleasurable before. He just grunted, moving with Bakura.
Bakura picked up his pace. He wanted to give Marik the utmost of pleasure before spilling inside of him. He hasn't rutted with anyone this passionately before. He bites Marik's shoulder, marking him as his as he poured his seed into his chosen mate.
Marik cried out as Bakura bit him, ejaculating on the bed as he shook in climax, breathing heavy, feeling amazing.
Bakura pulled out after a few minutes. He licked the wound clean. He held his mate protectively in his arms.
"How was it?" he asked.
Marik looked up, pure love pouring out of his eyes. "Amazing." He panted. "You're so amazingly good."
"I've had years of practice," he teased, holding Marik close.
Marik laid his head on Bakura. "I hope you don't practice on anyone else but me from now on." Marik sighed, kissing Bakura's chest.
He chuckled lightly, "Of course."
Marik smiled, falling asleep in a blissful state.
\/\/\/
Akefia paced back and forth. He was waiting for when Atem would come back.
Atem walked in. He had been giving Atem twenty lashes a day, then leaving him in solitude. The shadows had been serving Akefia his breakfast, lunch, and supper. Atem couldn't be around Akefia. He couldn't deal with Akefia's stare. He couldn't care about Akefia's opinion of him...but he did. And it pissed him off. So he's distanced himself. But this time...this time, Atem knew how to get these uncomfortable emotions out.
"What do you want this time?" he huffed, narrowing his eyes as he guessed Atem was just here to give the punishment and then leave like usual.
"You're friends and brother are free." Atem replied cooly. He had known for a while that Yugi, Ryou, and Marik had been freed.
"I noticed. Thanks for rubbing it in my face," he sneered.
Atem smirked. "Well, had you just accepted my offer, you could have been free. Oh well." He grinned at Akefia's discomfort
Akefia fumed. He didn't appreciate being made a fool. He blended in with the wall. He was always pissed off when dealing with Atem. He wondered if the man would change. He doubted it. Atem never really showed he cared towards him or anything else from what he's seen so far.
Atem walked up to Akefia. "Awww, are you angry...Muffin?" Atem sneered. "Do you have room for any other emotion than anger?"
"No, my first master beat that weakness out of me," he hissed. "Don't you dare call me that. Only Ryou does and he's the one exception."
"Oooh, Muffin...but why, if you consider anger as a weakness, are you hissing in anger at me?" Atem grinned.
Akefia slapped him, "Shut up. Don't call me that, alright?"
His gaze was guarded. He had let his anger get the better of him.
Atem smirked. "And now you slap me in anger." Atem's eyes twinkled. "Tsk, tsk, tsk...my poor Muffin..no control over his life, can't even control his emotions." Atem grinned, he was getting the better of Akefia.
"Why do you care?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at him, annoyed at being patronized.
"I just find it disappointing that you are not more in control of yourself." Atem sighed. "Perhaps I should punish you more."
Akefia glared, "Try it. You've done that so far and just proven to me you don't give a shit."
Atem narrowed his eyes. "Muffin, you don't know shit about me, remember. You don't know what I do and do not care about."
"Same back at you," he said simply.
Atem walked up to Akefia. Slapping Akefia hard across the face, Atem seethed. "Why won't you fucking break?" He hissed.
"Can't break what's already broken," he said, wiping the blood off his face.
Atem blinked, his chest tightening uncomfortably. He couldn't deal with this anymore. Grabbing Akefia's arm, a deep burn went up Akefia's arm, a mark appearing where Atem's hand had been of A with the bottoms of the A forming around the A into a circle, a deep brown. A bright red slashed across the A. "You're free, get the fuck out." Atem snarled, turning on his heel and stomping out.
"Well, ok then," he muttered quietly, picking himself up as he left, heading out, wandering as he wasn't sure where the others were located.
"If you're looking for Marik or Ryou, they are at Bakura's." Atem said as he slammed the door behind Akefia angrily. Going on the couch, he placed his head in his hands, confused at all the feelings swirling around inside him. A deep depression settling over his heart.
Akefia nodded. He just left the house. He stayed on his guard, remaining alert as he didn't trust people. He wasn't sure what he felt for Atem if he felt anything at all.
From behind, he heard a yell, "You, Slave, where is your Master, or where are your papers?" An imperious voice said from behind.
Akefia held up the marked arm, "Not a slave. Piss off, I don't have any trouble with you."
His arm was gripped. "That's Atem's mark. He wouldn't free a slave." Jerking Akefia around, he was met with cobalt blue eyes and a cold stare.
"Well, he did," Akefia glared at the man, trying to wrench his arm free.
The grip was steely. "Do you know the punishment for forgery?" He hissed, jerking Akefia back towards Atem's house.
"This isn't forgery, asshole," the thief growled, jerking his arm free. "If you're so damn curious go ask him your bloody self."
Slapping a shackle on Akefia's arm tightly, the tall man started to jerk Akefia back to Atem. "Hmph, I know my cousin...he never lets what is his go." Dragging Akefia back to Atem's house, he barged in like he owned the place. Atem was still on the couch, and just looked up, face impassive. "Seto...Akefia, what the hell is going on?" Atem looked at Akefia, aggravated at his chest acting up again.
"This asshole thinks this is a forgery," Akefia huffed, holding up his wrist. "Explain it to him so I can go."
"I freed him." Atem said simply, looking away. "Let him go."
Seto looked at Atem like Atem had grown two heads. Unlocking the shackle, he looked at Akefia. "What the hell did you do to my cousin?"
"Nothing," Akefia said, glaring at the two before he left to go find his brother.
\/\/\/
Malik was heading out to meet Yami at the café, holding bunny Ryou. He didn't notice Akefia walking up.
Ryou nipped Malik's cheek, "Um, isn't that Akefia?"
Malik turned. "Hey, Atem gotcha runnin errands?"
"No," Akefia held up his arm, a wry grin on his lips. "Much better than errands, my friend. Have you been good to my baby brother?"
Malik smiled and handed Ryou to Akefia "Ask him yourself. Oh, by the way, can I fuck him? I been holding out, but can't last much longer."
Ryou blushed, "I'm ok."
Akefia hugged him, chuckling at Malik's comment, "That's cute, Mal'. Yeah, but be gentle because if you hurt him...I will hurt you. Got it?"
"Never! I love him." Malik looked hurt, and ignored the time they almost had sex. They didn't so it didn't count.
"Good," Akefia gave Ryou back to Malik. "I'm going to go check on Yugi. You two have fun."
Malik smiled and headed out.
\/\/\/
Yugi was laying on the bed, holding Miya, who was better, just like Yami promised.
Akefia entered, nudging Yugi slightly, "Hey shrimp."
"Hey." Yugi said, amethyst eyes sad.
"You were freed too?" he asked. "Who's the little kitten?"
"Yea. This is Miya." Yugi smiled at her. "She is mine. Mine and Aria's. Aria died giving birth. Yami..." looking down and blinking, he looked up, "Yami..." Yugi shrugged.
"Can I hold her?" he asked gently.
Yugi smiled and handed her to Akefia. "Brace her head and neck."
"I know the drill. I did the same when Ryou was little," Akefia held the baby neko, giving her head and back support. "She's so cute."
Yugi smiled. "Yea...I thought...never mind, it doesn't matter."
"No Yugi, talk to me," Akefia said sternly. "What's wrong?"
Yugi looked down, sad. "I...I kinda fell in love with Yami. But he doesn't want me." Tears fell again.
"You won't know until you tell him," Akefia said simply.
Yugi shook his head. "He has been all not wanting to be near me. It is ok. Miya and I can make it on our own. I am still working on getting you free."
Yugi looked up.
"No need. It's already done," he said with a wry smile. "'Tem freed me today. I have no idea if I feel anything for him."
Yugi glowered. "He is an ass. To you and to Yami."
He sighed, "Yeah, I know."
"You tend to fall for asses though."
Yugi noted, looking at Akefia.
"I guess so... You tend to fall for the soft hearted ones, lucky you," he teased.
Yugi grimaced. "Yea, the ones that don't like me back."
"I doubt that, kid. I'm sure he does," he rolled his eyes, smiling lightly. "Try talking to him. Running from your problems hasn't solved anything."
Yugi pouted. "Fine. Will you keep Miya? I might as well get rejected again now."
"Yep, I'll keep the baby safe," he grinned. "You go see your boyfriend."
Yugi frowned. Trudging out, he headed to Yami's.
\/\/\/
Yami had come down when hearing the commotion. He looked to Atem, wondering if he'd give an explanation for why Seto was here.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
Atem just grunted. "I don't fucking know. I let Akefia go."
"I see," he frowned. "Why's Seto here?"
Seto looked down his nose at Yami. "I brought Akefia back because Atem has never been fool enough before to let a slave go." Seto huffed and headed out, colliding with Yugi.
Yami caught Yugi before he could fall, "Are you ok?"
"Yea." Yugi mumbled, looking down. Seto just left. "Can I talk to you alone?"
"Sure," Yami agreed, glancing over at Atem. "Um, mind going somewhere for a bit, brother?"
Atem glared but stomped out.
Yugi kept his head down.
"What did you need to talk about?" he asked.
Yugi looked up. Tears spilled out of his eyes.
"Why don't you want me?" He whispered.
"I do," Yami said, holding him close. "It's just...I don't want to hurt you."
Yugi looked up. "I don't mean as a pet. I mean, as a boyf...never mind, this was stupid. I gotta go."
"Yugi, I would want you as my mate," he said quietly. "It's like I said I don't want you to get hurt."
"How would I get hurt?" He looked up cautiously.
"I might mess things up," he sighed. "I probably already have."
"Huh?" Yugi was confused.
"You left earlier," he said simply. "I always fear the next time you leave I won't see you again."
"I left because you didn't want me or Miya."
"Don't be silly, Yugi," he said softly, holding him tight. "I do want you and it's your choice who you want to raise her with."
"I thought that would be obvious. I blamed her Miya.. M I Y A...Y A M I."
Yami smiled sheepishly, "I guess I can be dense sometimes. Sorry, Yugi."
"I didn't want to fall in love with you. But I am." Yugi looked up
Yami leaned down, kissing Yugi softly. He didn't pull back until a few moments passed. When he did he said, "I love you too."
\/\/\/
Seto walked off, confused at his cousin's actions.
Heading to the market, his thoughts were miles away.
Jonouchi had been darting from the alleyways, trying to stay out of sight. He has dark blonde hair and honey brown eyes. His power is having a canine sense of smell. So it can be a gift and a curse at the same time.
Seto wasn't paying attention and tripped over Jonouchi. Turning around, eyes ice cold, he glared. "Stupid dog, watch out where you are going."
"You watch where you're going, you big poluka," he growled.
Seto jerked Jonouchi up. "What. Did. You. Call. Me?"
"You heard me," he spat in his face. "Get your hands off me."
Seto slapped Jonouchi hard across the face. "Do not spit on me. You need to treat me with respect...I am your better."
"Since when?" he sneered.
"I'm a demon. Watch out or I will make you my slave." He glared.
"I'd like to see you try," he challenged, fight in his eyes.
Seto smirked. Snapping his fingers, a chain formed around Jonouchi's neck, the other in Seto's hand. "Done."
"Arrogant dick," he growled, glaring daggers at him.
Smirking, Seto jerked the chain. "Come along, puppy."
"I am not a puppy," he grumbled, following along with the tug. "You smell weird by the way."
"Thank you for proving my point...but you are right about something...you are too old to be a puppy. You are a dog...or, more precisely, a mutt."
"Then what are you?" he asked, narrowing his eyes as he didn't like being called a mutt.
"Your better. You can call me Master." Taking Jonouchi to a modest house. Putting Jonouchi in a smaller room, he chained him to a wall. "No freedom for you til you know your place."
"My place? You can go fuck yourself," Jonouchi snarled, defiant as he wouldn't bend over and call him Master as easily as he thinks.
"That is the most efficient way to have sex." Seto shut the door with a click.
Jonouchi sighed. He ended up in some mess. He just hoped he could get out of here soon.