The Future of the Past

A Yu-GI-Oh! Fanfiction V2.0

By: Sanjuno Shori Niko

Rating: R! Oh, is it ever R!

Pairings: Seto/Jounouchi, Yami + Yugi

Warnings: YAOI, AU, BDSM, lemon, and a sugar-crazed sword-wielding psychopath

The Obligatory Yet Totally Pointless Disclaimer: The Yu-Gi-Oh! Series and characters do not belong to me. This fic does. Do not take it without the Author’s permission. Your cooperation is expected.

Recap:

Moving his gaze to the other noble, the one who was wearing blue, Jono felt a shock run through him as he looked into eyes of azure fire. Gold and sapphire met with a frightening intensity, and Jono found himself unable to look away from the tall, brown haired teen.

Amber eyes took in the well-muscled form, the intent, predatory set of his features, and the gold rod that hung from his belt. Fuck, I’m gaping at the High Priest like an idiot! Jono felt like reality had crashed to a screeching halt all around him, as he drowned in blue flame that reached deep inside to bathe his soul.

The Pharaoh said something to the High Priest, who nodded without taking his eyes from Jono’s. Then the blue-eyed teen took a step forward. Jono could physically feel it as the tension holding him in one place grew tighter, fierce. It scared him with its intensity. So he did the only thing he could think of...

He ran.

At which point things start to get really interesting.

Tsuzuku…

Future of the Past

Chapter 3: Trapped Pursuit, Quarry Seeks the Hunter

The Great Pharaoh Atemu was worried. Yugi, his personal companion of several years, had been stolen from the Palace and not a single soul had noticed, let alone been in a position to stop the kidnapping. Not only was this an insult to the Ruler of all Egypt, but also a personal challenge directed at Atemu himself. Yugi was, despite everything, a true innocent, and he had been taken from Atemu so easily, so quickly. Now there was nothing he could do but search for his little lover. This made Atemu very, very mad. When he found Yugi and his captors they had better not have hurt him. Otherwise... Atemu left that thought hanging. Unfortunately, now that he had stopped thinking of his revenge, he started to worry again.

Damn it.

“Master Atemu!” The sudden, unexpected cry brought all of the pharaoh’s racing thoughts to a screeching halt as he focused on one thing. Whirling around in the direction of the shout, Atemu caught the hurtling form of Yugi as it flew into him.

“Yugi! Praise Ra, you’re all right! How did you escape?”

“Oh, I’m just fine, Atemu, all I got were a few bruises from when I tripped while I was running.”

“Gods, I was worried about you! Now, tell me what exactly happened.”

=^-^=

Seth was glad that his Pharaoh had found the little slave again. Yugi was a great help in forcing Atemu to relax. The thought of Atemu without Yugi around...well, it gave the bravest of men the shivers.

Casting off that thought, the High Priest turned to look back down the way Yugi had come, wary of leaving his back unprotected in case of any pursuers.

One the shadows shifted, drawing his attention to one of the numerous side alleys. There he saw a slender form hovering at the edges of the deeper patches of darkness. The light of their torches flickered, revealing a young teen, younger than Seth, who stood gazing wistfully at Atemu and Yugi. The boy turned his face to Seth and the priest sucked in his breath, gazing into the wide gold eyes.

The Priest was utterly captivated by the golden boy. He really isn’t all that far away, just the width of the street. I can catch him easily if he tries to run. The thought comforted Seth and he was content to continue staring at the beautiful boy. So pale, so frightened... I want to know how he tastes. Seth felt the urge to take the stranger into him arms, keep him safe from the pain that haunted his features. Seth wanted the boy, badly. Moreover, Seth wanted to make the boy want him!

“Seth.”

The Priest was startled from of his out-of character thoughts by the voicing of his name, though he tried not to let his surprise and confusion show. “Yes, my lord?”

The blue-eyed teen never wavered in his fixed fascination with the wide amber eyes that held his own. An irrational fear that the beauty would disappear into air the instant the priest blinked kept his blue gaze locked on the boy hiding in the shadows.

“Yugi says that the boy standing over in the shadows helped him escape.”

“And...?”

Atemu laughed, fully amused by his closest friend's fixed fascination. Seth was completely taken with the boy. For a man known to deride impulsive action, it would appear that an impulse had finally taken hold of the priest with a vengeance.

“He likes him. I think he would be a suitable companion for Yugi. He gets lonely when I’m gone all day. He would be better off with some company. Plus, that other boy seems to know how to run away from danger.”

Seth nodded slightly, understanding what Atemu hoped to achieve by this. He knew his pharaoh well. As well as providing Yugi with company, Atemu probably hoped to find out if the slave knew anything that might help them in tracking down Yugi’s kidnappers. Taking the golden youth to the palace would also provide him with protection should the kidnappers decide to use Yugi’s new friend as bait.

“An excellent idea, my Pharaoh. However, may I ask to take this one for my own?”

Atemu cast an amused glance at the shadows that concealed the boy from normal, mortal vision. “You like him?”

“His eyes are fascinating.” The words were delivered in a low murmur as if Seth was unaware that he had spoken to answer Atemu’s question.

The Pharaoh blinked, and decided to take that as a yes, having a great deal of difficulty refraining from outright laughter at his priest’s sudden infatuation. “Then he’s all yours.”

The brown haired teen nodded and stepped forward with the intent of slowly approaching the blond in the shadows. Seth felt something stretch, and started to curse as the slender teen spun around and ran down the narrow side street.

Atemu shouted for the guards to follow the two. Seth barely heard his pharaoh as he sprinted after the fleeing slave.

The younger teen was fast, but Seth had the benefit of intense training and regular meals. They ducked and turned through alleyways that twisted in more ways than a snake’s burrow, with the Priest managing to just barely keep the blond within his sight.

As his prey stumbled going around a corner, Seth urged his legs to supply more speed, revelling in the thrill that accompanied the end of the chase as the slave started to slow. It was obvious that the amber-eyed teen was still tired after running away from Yugi’s captors.

Losing sight of his quarry for a moment as the blond turned another corner Seth never the less heard the crash. This was accompanied by harsh, angry voices tailed by the sound of flesh striking flesh and a cry of pain. Slowing down, he carefully edged his eyes around the corner. Seth felt his rage, a familiar emotion never far from the surface, flare at the sight presented to him.

=^-^=

Jono had run for reasons unknown to even him and some parts of the blond were telling him what a complete and utter idiot he was for taking off like a startled bird.

Conflicting voices of desire, reason, fear, panic, and confusion... they all whirled around in a dizzy disharmony of mental noise. A desire to stay with his new friend a make certain that Yugi was going to be all right. Reasons to stay clashed with the reasons to run. Fear of what may happen should it be discovered that he was out after dark without permission. A panicked need to get away, away, away from the High Priest and his blue-fire eyes...

-WHAM!-

Foolishly, Jono had forgotten an important fact, and had run back the way he and Yugi had only just come from, straight into the last group of people he ever wanted to see. They were a group of large, foul-smelling foreigners built like stone walls and half as bright.

“Hey! You’re tha one who run off with that little whore we was supposed ta be bringin’ ta tha boss!” The voice was loud and coarse, its accent horribly mangling the words. A large hand slammed into the side of the pale face as Jono scrambled to his feet. The hand threw the slave back to the hard ground in a daze. He was dimly aware that he had made some sort of noise. They seemed to have found his pain amusing as coarse laughter filled the street. The ringing in his ears prevented him from hearing much else.

A large boot connected with his ribs a few times, so he curled into himself, futilely attempting to shield his body from harm with thin arms as the shouted inquiries continued.

“Where’d ya hide him ya little bitch?!”

Before Jono could even gather the breath to answer, a low voice drifted out from the shadows, bringing the abuse that was being rained down on the blond to an abrupt halt.

“He has hidden nothing.”

Seth stepped out into the street, confidence shading his every movement. An eyebrow lifted and a sardonic smirk twisted the corner of the handsome noble’s mouth.

“Don’t you know that it’s rather rude to kick your opponent while he’s down?”

Icy blue eyes glared at the brutish men. Seth had long since realized from the nature of their demands to the blond that the foreigners must have been the ones who took Yugi from the palace.

“That slave does not belong to you. Release him. Now.”

They laughed again, stupidly secure in their physical might. They took the lean young lord at face value, dismissing him as no threat to them.

“What’re ya gonna do about it, weakling?” they sneered. “Think you cin make us?”

More laughter from them then and Seth’s eyes flared brightly in the gloom.

“Oh, yes. Of that I have no doubt. It is worry over the type of vermin you carry that has prevented my touching you thus far.”

Jono was violently kicked to one side, slamming hard into a wall as the thugs charged the brown haired teen in anger. The blond’s head cracked hard into the stone, eliciting a sharp cry of pain from the slender slave. This action only served to fuel the flames of Seth’s rage. Though he was unclear, exactly, as to why. He did not, after all, have any real claim on the boy. Not yet at any rate. But soon...

Seth gripped the Millennium Rod, knuckles white, shifting it to blade form to deal with the swords the thugs pulled.

Now picture this, my friends, three large grunts with swords attacking one utterly gorgeous teen with a magical item.

The outcome was obvious, three against one, a cute little thing in distress for the older teen to save. Being the Hero of this encounter made Seth certain to win. The fact that Seth had been trained by the very best of fighters, had near unlimited access to Shadow Powers and was not afraid to play rough with a bunch of common thugs... well, that works in his favour too. Having Atemu show up and order the guards to arrest them was probably overkill, but whatever works.

This just goes to show you that being cannon fodder is a Bad Career Move. You never win, and your life expectancy is near to nothing. You don’t even get dental.

Seth felt better after thrashing the idiots, ignoring the semiconscious thugs now being manhandled by the guard troops. The blue-eyed teen turned his attention to the slender form trying to sit up by the wall.

Struggling to clear the flashes of light from his vision as much as he was struggling to rise, Jono did not hear Seth approach. Thus, the hand that landed gently on his shoulder came as a complete surprise.

“Ah! Uhnn...”

Gasping he shot upright, only to crumple with a moan, still dizzy from the repeated blows to his head. Instead of falling back to the ground, he found himself pressed against a well-muscled chest, cradled in strong arms. Jono fought the flashes and whirling stars that blocked his vision for the second time that night.

“Are you badly hurt?”

Jono blinked up at the High Priest in shock, and Seth sighed, suddenly tired and in dire need of a hot bath.

“You can talk can’t you?”

“Yes...”

Jono quickly lowered his gaze, mentally scolding himself for forgetting his place and looking the noble in the face.

“I’m fine.”

Considering this answer with narrowed eyes, Seth nodded and after helping the golden teen to his feet, released Jono to stand on his own. Amber eyes blinked and the blond swayed. When Jono tried to move further away from the taller boy the world spun around him again. Seth sighed and caught the slave boy before he could fall too far, not-so-secretly glad for the chance to touch the slender body.

“Just fine, hmm? You can’t even stand on your own. I suppose there’s nothing for it but for me to help you.”

Seth lifted the golden boy into his arms and waited for a response. The priest grinned like a shark when Jono just whimpered and hid his face in Seth’s chest. The still-dazed teen was trying to block out the torchlight that was only aggravating his rapidly growing headache. Atemu watched them with a smirk from where he was directing the guards to take the prisoners back to the palace dungeons, Yugi had headed for his friends the moment he rounded the corner.

“Jono! Are you all right?”

Yugi peered up at his new friend worriedly; making concerned noises over the scrapes that decorated his new friend’s pale skin.

Jono cracked his eye open and looked at Yugi. A large red mark from the first blow had already appeared one side of his face.

“’M fine, Yugi.”

“No, he’s not. He’s had his head slammed into both the street and the wall, and he can’t stand on his own without falling down.”

Seth frowned disapprovingly at Jono, who glared back at him, apparently forgetting who he was. Seth was irritated to notice that the thug had struck Jono hard enough to bruise his face. His expression grew fiercer and the slave in his arms paled, squeaked, and looked down at Yugi again.

“Oh, poor Jono! I’m so sorry!”

Yugi’s violet eyes were wide in sympathy, upset that his new friend was injured because of him. The small teen was simultaneously ashamed to have involved Jono in his trouble and bemused by the interaction between his master’s best friend and the slave he cradled in his arms.

“Why did you run back here?”

Yugi turned a mournful look up at the blond then turned to Seth without waiting for an answer.

“He will be all right, though, right, Lord Seth?”

Seth smiled to put Yugi at ease. The boy really did worry a great deal for his friends, both new and old. It could be annoying at times, but was heart-warming at most, like now.

“Yes. You don’t need to worry, Yugi, your friend will be fine.”

Atemu walked up then, having finished giving the guards their orders to cart the prisoners off to the cells.

“So I see you caught him. Good work, Seth.”

Seth smirked, amused by the comment. He never allowed his efforts to go to waste. Being damn stubborn had its uses at times.

“Thank you, Atemu. He gave me quite a chase.”

He looked down at the blond slave sagging against his chest, a warm, fuzzy feeling growing under his breastbone at the almost sleepy expression on the blonde’s face. The other boy was cute; damn cute.

“I suppose we should proceed with the next order of business.” Atemu hooked an arm around Yugi’s waist, grinning at the heated glare sent by way of Seth for interrupting the brunette’s moment of sentiment.

“Indeed. Let’s get back to the Palace. It isn’t that far, and I, for one, am tired of running all over the city.”

They reached the Palace gates a short while later where the sedan chairs and their bearers sat, waiting for their masters to arrive. The guards had gone ahead and warned the carriers to be ready for the arrival of the Pharaoh and Priest.

(AN: you know that chair thing on sticks that that you sit on and get carried around by four really buff guys? Those are what I’m talking about. They can also be called litters, but those are the ones that have canopies. These don’t.)

Getting on, Seth questioned Jono as to where his master’s home was once they were settled in the seat. Already suffering from the headache produced by the blows to his head, Jono answered reluctantly. He did not feel up to taking another beating tonight. He was certain to get one for sneaking out, even if he had maybe earned the favour of the Pharaoh for helping his slave get back.

“It’s on the East Side of the city... the Mathater home... it’s the one with the big carving of crocodiles in front.”

The trip to his master’s house went by in a blur to Jono, who was rudely jolted out of his doze when the chairs were lowered. A soldier went inside, he returned a short while later with Jono’s master, a large man with thick jowls, hurrying out the doors behind him.

The man prostrated himself on the ground before Atemu’s chair, small piggy eyes catching sight of Jono’s place on Seth’s lap before they were lowered to Atemu’s sandals. “Oh mighty Pharaoh, how may your humble servant please you?”

Seth was surprised when the blond in his lap started shaking. Looking down in worry, he saw that Jono had buried his face in Seth’s chest, obviously terrified of the man who was the master of this house. Seth found the man’s overdone grovelling amusing, but his new pet seemed close to bolting. Seth snarled at the prone merchant, tightening his hold on the smaller boy. The only upside was that the blond teen seemed to have forgotten his abstract fear of the High Priest in favour of a more immediate terror.

Atemu gazed dispassionately at the man lying in the dirt. He had not missed the flicker of beady eyes towards the pair on his right, nor had he mistaken the vicious expression of promised pain that had briefly appeared on the man's thick face. He motioned towards Seth to direct the man’s attention.

“You are the owner of this slave.”

It was no question, but the man answered anyway. “I am Great Pharaoh.”

“I will purchase him.”

Jono started in Seth’s lap and would have fallen off if not for Seth’s arms around his waist. The kneeling man nodded frantically to show his acceptance. “Of course, my Lord Pharaoh, as you desire.”

“Indeed. What was his price?”

The man twitched in anger; he would not be able to profit much from this, but managed to answer quickly enough. “He cost me four gold, Mighty Pharaoh.”

Atemu motioned to one guard who quickly counted out the gold coins, but doubled the price the man had quoted at Atemu’s direction. “Something extra for your troubles.”

The man quickly picked up the coins and fled as the chairs were lifted back to the bearer’s shoulders. They made their way back towards the Palace.

During the trip, Seth decided to put the blond in his lap more at ease. Curious about his new slave the priest began to ask questions.

“So tell me, what sort of man was your old master?”

Jono started and looked up at Seth in surprise as if he was just now remembering whose lap he was sitting on, whose chest he had been resting his head against. The boy had very nearly been asleep, but soon realized that since the high priest was looking directly at him, the blue-eyed man was expecting Jono to answer the question.

“I don’t know... he was always just the guy you had to listen to, or else. I just tried to stay out of his way, same as I did with all my other masters.”

The blond let his words trail off, keeping his mouth closed and began a serious study of his fingers.

“Look at me.” Seth tipped the pale face up to look at him, caressing the soft skin of one cheek. Jono flinched and kept his eyes lowered.

“It’s all right, you can look at me. Tell me something else, did you like living there?”

Amber eyes peeked up at the noble through thick lashes, and then Jono raised his gold eyes to face the blue fire that lived in Seth’s. Marvelling at having permission to do so, he let his eyes roam over the priest’s features. He took in the slanted sapphire eyes, high cheekbones, the strong jaw line, and the hard mouth that had softened with a small smile. For some reason, Jono felt his heart leap into his throat as his eyes drank in the sight of the powerful man. His own voice sounded so very far away as he answered the noble’s question with an honesty that he had not wanted to speak with.

“No, I hated it. Just like I hated him, and every other fucking master I’ve ever had. I hated being treated as less than human, like I had no soul. I hate being owned. I hate not having a choice. I hate being beaten, whipped, chained and raped on a sick whim so that they can feel powerful. I hate it! I hate them! I especially hate Him for making this happen! I hate being hurt all the time, gods... it always hurts, hurts so badly. They always hurt me... why do they always hurt me? I didn’t do anything to them, so why? It hurts... hurts so much... please, make it stop hurting...”

Jono’s voice broke as he shook, unconsciously clinging to Seth as he cried silently. Amber gaze still held by the azure eyes of the other, Jono saw a number of emotions flicker across the face of the man he watched through tear-blurred eyes. Anger, sadness, possessiveness, and many others that he could not place name to warred for dominance behind gem-bright eyes.

Seth said nothing, just pulled Jono into his arms, tucking the blonde head under his chin. Jono felt oddly cared for, comforted by the firm hold of the muscled arms wrapped around him. The fine fabric of the noble’s clothes caught the tears that fell from gold eyes closing softly as a gentle hand ran slowly through his hair. The shuddering eventually stilled, the flow of tears slowing to a stop as exhaustion took Jono’s stressed mind under the blanket of sleep.

Seth continued to pet the soft blond locks until the slave fell into a light doze, and smiled slightly. The first step had been taken. He had not really wanted to use his power to get the truth from the boy, and he had not really needed to. Nothing beyond the first nudge had been used to get him speaking truthfully. Hopefully the little blond had begun to trust him now, after seeing that Seth would not reject him because of his past abuse. Still, it meant that Seth would have to go carefully. The next thing to do would be to show his pet that the blonde would receive no pain from his new master, only pleasure. Seth grinned at this. He would enjoy seeing how the golden youth reacted to his touch. If all things went well, then he would soon be able to take the blond as a companion, instead of a slave. He would have his own little pet to love, just like Atemu had in Yugi. Seth spent the rest of the trip back in smug, thoughtful anticipation.

Once the group reached their destination, they moved down the corridors of the Palace in the direction of Atemu and Seth’s rooms. Yugi was happily walking close to Atemu, beaming up at Jono, for Seth was still carrying the confused, sleepy blond in his arms.

Stopping at a branch in the corridor, Atemu turned and smirked at his High Priest, crimson eyes dancing with ill-concealed mirth at his friend's overprotective actions. The slave should be more than ready to walk on his own by now, but Seth simply gave him no choice. Even if Seth had not asked for the slave as his own already, Atemu would have been tempted to give the blond to the priest anyway, just to watch Seth actually... coddle someone other than his little brother.

“Seth, since you are the one responsible for catching Yugi’s kidnappers, you get the new slave as you requested.”

Seth rolled his eyes but smirked in return. He already knew this. Atemu was just letting the other two know where things stood. “It was my pleasure, and I appreciate your generosity.”

Chuckling, Atemu bid Seth goodnight and escorted Yugi down one hallway towards their room. Yugi giggled and waved goodbye to the two boys. Jono waved hesitantly back. The blond squeaked as Seth spun and walked down the other branch.

They soon reached Seth’s rooms, where Jono finally found the courage to speak up again, crossing his arms and glaring sulkily at his new master. He dredged up the familiar resentment he felt every time he was sold to a new person. For some reason, it was rather more difficult to find, this time. “I can walk on my own, you know.”

Seth looked down at Jono to respond but his words caught in his throat, amber and sapphire meeting once again. Full lower lip pouting out tempting a kiss, heated gold eyes shot angry sparks. Seth wanted to see what the expressive face would look like flushed with passion. He wanted to soften the hard glitter of resentment in those gold eyes with lust. The taller man silently let Jono slide down until his feet could touch the floor, but the slave’s slim form was still pulled tightly to the taller teen’s body. Slowly, so slowly, Seth lowered his mouth to the other boys, catching the tempting pout.

Jono cried out in muffled anger and tried to push Seth away. Furious to be caught off guard, he should have been expecting this! What else would the most powerful Sorcerer-Priest in Egypt save him for? Jono snarled in rage and attempted to hit the taller man away from him. Nothing connected with enough force to make his new master take notice, the angle of the blows was wrong. His fists could not get any momentum while he was pressed against the noble like this. Jono cursed loudly and tried to bite.

Seth took advantage of the now open mouth, squeezing the blond behind the jaw to prevent the smaller boys teeth from closing. He then slid his tongue into his pet’s mouth, pushing easily past the boy’s defences. The blond tasted like sunlight and honey, warm and rich... it could easily become addictive. Breaking off the kiss before the slave recovered enough to bite again Seth took a step back. “Strip.”

Jono’s head whipped up at the order, blond hair flying wildly as hard gold eyes flashed defiance. “Like hell!”

“Do it, or I will do it for you.”

Jono had no doubts that his new master would make good on his threat, so he removed his clothes, careful to keep his deck hidden within the folds of cloth. All his care came to nothing when the priest promptly took the bundle from him and removed the bag holding Jono’s deck.

“No! Please, I’m sorry! I’ll listen!”

Ignoring the slave’s pleas Seth removed the carved box containing the blond boy's deck from the worn cloth bag. Nodding to himself as he confirmed his suspicions, Seth turned his back to the smaller boy and placed the box on a high shelf. Returning to where the slave stood staring in wide-eyed fear at the priest, Seth smiled at his pet, raising a single eyebrow. “I’m having these clothes disposed of, and I was certain that you didn’t want to lose your deck by mistake.”

Jono just stared at his master in dumbfounded silence. He had not expected the man to act out of concern for his deck instead of a desire to have a hold over him. Realizing that Jono wasn’t going to be speaking any time soon, Seth rang for a servant, then wrapped a spare kilt around the blonde’s waist. The call was quickly answered by one of the many people who waited on the royal wing of the palace.

“Take my new slave to the healer, I want those injuries taken care of, and I want him looked over. I also want him to be completely cleaned. Be very... thorough, and be certain not to miss anything. Bring him back here once you’ve finished.”

“As you wish, Lord Priest.”

Bowing the servant lead Jono away, leaving Seth to think wistfully about washing his new pet himself. An hour later, Seth had bathed, changed into a comfortable long robe held closed at the waist, and was reading a scroll as he waited for his slave to be returned.

At the respectful knock on the door, Seth rose from his seat. “Enter.”

The servant from before ushered a red faced Jono into the room. “He is as you commanded Lord Priest.”

“Good, you have my thanks. You may leave now.”

Bowing, the servant quietly departed from the sorcerer’s rooms.

Jono was glaring at the priest for all he was worth. The blond had first been taken to a kind, older woman who had healed his pains with a single touch, then looked him over for any more serious injuries. Pronouncing him uninjured and fully healed, the old healer had returned him to the clutches of the waiting servant.

After being healed, he had been taken to a bath where a company of body servants had, after a comment from the original servant, immediately asked him to move into another room and lean against a table. They had then, despite his protests, followed the sorcerer-priest’s orders to the letter and cleaned Jono more thoroughly than the blonde had thought possible. It was in no way sexual, they had been completely clinical about washing him out, which made it all the more embarrassing for the slender blonde. After the humiliating experience in the room with the table, Jono had been scrubbed until his skin was pink. They washed, dried and brushed his hair. Then, after drying him off and rubbing sweet-smelling oil into his skin until it shone a pale gold, he had been dressed in an indecently short green tunic and shunted back off to his master’s room.

Now he was red faced and eye to eye with the reason for his torment. Trying to ignore the hollowed out feeling in his gut he glared at his master and snarled as the taller man circled him.

“I take it everything meets your approval, master?”

Seth chuckled at the stiff set of his pet’s back and admired the way the green linen clung to the slender body. The priest purred in delight. “Indeed.”

Seth grabbed his slave and pulled him close, nuzzling the soft skin of the blonde’s neck. Jono stiffened in the priest’s hold. Seth chuckled again as he trailed the tips of his fingers up the back of the blond boy’s neck, if he had read things right...

Click.

Jono gasped as the familiar metal of his restraint collar was removed, his hands rose to clutch at his suddenly bare neck. The priest took the opportunity to remove the shackles on his wrists as well. Jono shuddered, moaning as the void where his connection to the Shadow Realm and his monsters used to be was filled by the long-missed presence. His mind fuzzed out, overloaded by the sudden influx of power.

Seth grinned as his pet sagged helplessly in his arms, falling against his master as his mind blanked out. Quickly manoeuvring the currently pliant blonde towards the bed, Seth lay his pet down and pressed his hands up the smaller boy’s flanks. The short tunic slid up under the influence of Seth’s wandering hands and Jono’s thighs parted under the gentle pressure of his knees.

Jono’s mind recovered from his emotional overload only to discover that his body had let things get out of control. Physical sensations immediately bowled him over. He could do nothing but arch helplessly into his master's dominating hands. The green fabric was bunched under his arms and the priest laved one pink nipple with his tongue. Jono shuddered, body overly sensitive and mind swamped with feeling.

Seth made his way down the boy’s body, just waiting for the moment he knew was coming. When Jono was finally able to muster a resistance Seth was ready. Seth caught the punch before it landed, pulling the green tunic over Jono’s head and completely off. This forced the blonde’s arms above his head, allowing Seth to attach the padded leather manacles to the slender wrists. Jono cursed vehemently and tried to kick the priest, but the pressure of Seth’s hips against his own trapped his legs. “Get the fuck off me!”

“I don’t think so, pet. Before I’m done with you I’m going to have you begging me to keep touching you.”

“Not fucking likely bastard!”

“We’ll see.” Seth ran his hands up the sensitive undersides of the blonde’s trapped arms, nuzzling into the curve of his neck. Jono grit his teeth and waited for it to finish, he knew how these things went.

Seth was determined not to take the little blonde until he was begging for it, desperate for his master’s touch. Only then would he claim the boy. It would take a while, but he was stubborn, and he came prepared.

Gripping Jono’s hip in one hand, the sorcerer pulled the blondes pelvis up tight against his own, fitting the curves together. Seth began a concentrated assault against the smaller boy’s erogenous zones. His neck, nipples, ears, even the underside of Jono’s jaw was treated to a series of licks, nibbles, and kisses, bites and sucks. His hands kept themselves busy with the soft inner thighs, firm rear, brushing teasing touches along the younger boy’s length, rolling the velvet balls in a cupped palm. The blonde was soon shuddering under the sensual attack on his defences. A firm hand clasped around his length undid him, wringing a cry from his lips. Jono slammed his head back against the pillows and bit the inside of his cheek, hoping to prevent another sound from escaping.

Seth watched as Jono tossed his head, eagerly drinking in the sight before him. The mussed blond hair, gold eyes glazed with reluctant lust, full lips swollen from biting on them to stop escaping moans, they all entranced him. The slender frame and finely muscled body covered in soft, creamy skin seduced him with each shift and shudder. Seth leaned up to whisper in his slave’s ear, words washing across the shell in a hot, damp breeze.

“Are you ready to admit you want me?”

“Go to hell! Ahhn!”

Seth laughed as he manipulated his pet’s body with an expert touch. It had been quite some time since he had faced such a challenge. Jono would find him more than up to the task. He snagged what he needed from the bedside table where he had set his tools out in easy reach. The blonde boy jerked in his bonds the leather was wrapped around his length and tightened around the base.

“What, nng, the fuck do you think you’re doing?! Ah! Hnn!”

“You will not come until I’m inside you, pretty pet, and I’ll not take you until you beg for it.”

“Ba-ahh! Bastard! Hnng!”

“So they say.” Seth watched the golden youth thrash against the cuffs, still trying to deny his pleasure at his master’s hands. What to do next? Seth grinned and flipped Jono onto his stomach without warning.

Jono squeezed his eyes shut as he waited for the inevitable. He knew it would come to this. That still did not explain the tight knot of disappointment in his chest that he tried to ignore. He had nothing to be disappointed about! This was all that the priest saw in him, a convenient hole! A startled scream erupted from his lips as something hot and wet pressed against his recently scoured opening. Jono bit his lip, bucking helplessly in the priest’s hold as the pleasure began to wear away at his reason again.

Had he been able, Seth would have grinned. He had wanted to see what his pets reaction to tonguing would be, one of the many reasons he had ordered his pet cleaned inside and out. The slave writhed in his hands again, sounds’ coming more frequently as the feeling of pleasure took over from the previous resistance. The slender body suddenly twisted, a scream rising from the blonde’s throat.

Pulling back and flipping Jono once again on to his back, Seth noted that without the presence of the restraint, his pet would have come just then. Delighted that the slender boy was so responsive Seth knew then what his next move should be. Narrowing his eyes the priest took advantage of his slaves mindless state to slick his fingers and insert one into the other boys passage.

Jono came back to himself then, shouting a denial and clamping down on the invading digit.

“No!”

Seth responded to this by lifting one of the blondes legs over his shoulder, spreading the bound slave wide open despite all Jono’s efforts to the contrary. The blonde’s entire body was weak, the muscles remaining lax in spite of Jono’s continued struggle. Seth could feel him trembling, and he knew that his victory was close at hand. All he needed to do was this one last thing...

“Naahhhn!”

Jono screamed, white sparks taking over his vision, pleasure blinding him in a brilliant wash. Seth twisted his finger again, stroking the tip of his finger over the fleshy bump he had found, earning another scream from the bound slave in the process. Then pressing his thumb against the soft skin behind the boy’s balls. Bound, desperate, and driven far beyond his limits, Jono felt the last of his resistance crumble to dust blown away by scorching winds.

“Please, oh gods, oh, oh, hnn! Please!”

Jono sobbed, and the blond tried to twist his needy body closer, arcing wantonly into the strong hands that controlled the flames of his desire. Seth just smirked, a twist and slide demanding another wail of pleasure, the slender body gleaming in the light as Jono writhed helplessly under his master’s touch.

“Please what, little pet? Do you want something?”

Some part of Jono may have denied what came next, but he was so far gone by now that all he knew was the deep voice that rumbled in his ear and the hands that controlled his traitorous body.

“Yes! Master, please! I, I need to finish it! Please!”

“Mm, you beg very prettily pet. Now tell me exactly what you want from me.”

Jono keened, there were two fingers inside him now! Scissoring, stretching him, reaching inside to strike sparks the sent the fire in his blood spiralling higher. Writhing under his master, spreading his legs wider, opening himself to the invasion, wanting it, needing it, begging his master to take him.

“Touch me- keep touching me! Take me a-and finish it! Please! Master, please! Let me cum!”

“Who am I?”

“Master! Ahh!”

“Whose master?”

“Mine! My master! Please!”

“No one else may touch you like this. Only I can bring you this pleasure. Remember pretty pet, I own your pleasure, just as I own you!”

“Yes, yes! My master, my pleasure! Anything! Ah! Just please, please!”

Three fingers were preparing him now, opening his body for his master. He needed it so badly now, mindless with the wanton desire for completion. He could only cum when master said so. Master said he couldn’t cum until master was inside him. He needed master inside him! He wanted master, wanted him to, no! The fingers were gone!

“No, master please!

“Hush love, it’s all right.”

Seth shushed his pet as the blonde wailed, hips bucking in a search for something to fill the sudden emptiness. Seth’s robe had long since fallen open, and he now shrugged out of it in a smooth motion, slicking his length with one hand while the other held his pet still. Positioning the tip of his length at the entrance to Jono’s body, Seth watched the face of his slave closely.

“Watch me pretty. See who your master is.”

Glazed eyes opened slowly, locking onto the face of the man kneeling above. Jono gasped at the hungry expression on his master’s face, struggling to keep his eyes open. Apparently satisfied by what he saw in his pet’s expressive eyes Seth pushed passed the guardian ring of muscle.

“Ahh!”

Jono’s vision greyed, his master’s length felt huge! Forcing its way into him, relentless as all the older mans actions had been. The advance never stilled until the blue-eyed man was buried to the hilt in his slave’s body. Forcing Jono down into the sheets Seth leaned over and pressed a kiss to the blondes gasping mouth. This time there was no resistance against him, soft lips parting readily to grant the sorcerer full access to the honeyed interior.

Jono kissed back, holding his master tight between his thighs, gasping helplessly into the older mans mouth as the burn of invasion sent everything careening out of control. The blonde was folded nearly in half, intimately connected to the blue-eyed man in two places. He felt stuffed full to bursting. It was almost too much, too good.

Seth slipped one arm under the slender leg wrapped around his waist, holding Jono open, and gripped the blonde slave’s hips in both hands. Then he moved.

Slowly gliding back, savouring the clutching of soft walls around his length, before sinking back in. Jono pressed his heels into his master’s back, hips rising to meet the forward thrusts. The speed soon increased as the tight control that Seth had held himself under for most of the night fell away. The game had been long, and well played, but now it was time to finish it.

Seth released the knot on the leather tie, and with a firm squeeze, then another slamming thrust against his prostrate, Jono peaked with a screech. Arching against Seth as his seed fell on both their stomachs. The blue-eyed man continued to move through his lover’s orgasm, waiting until the aftershocks slowed before letting go with a low groan. Heat coated Jono’s insides. His master held their bodies tight together while he rode out his own cresting pleasure.

Seth trailed lazy kisses across Jono’s face as he came down of the euphoric high of release. Letting the blonde’s legs fall back to the blankets and removing the leather cuffs. Dazed and close to passing out from exhaustion Jono barely reacted to his freedom other than too lower his arms. Using the washbasin and cloth from the side table Seth cleaned them both off before dumping the soiled top sheet to the floor and pulling his pet into his arms.

Both master and slave then drifted off into well-earned rest.

The persistent demands of life could wait, for once, until morning.

=^-^=

Deep in the Shadow Realm a Lord of D reached out a hand to steady himself, pressing the other tight to his forehead. Straightening the spell caster looked over at the three Blue Eyes White Dragon’s who had also felt the echoes of their master’s pleasure.

Easily shaking it off the giant reptiles returned to the pressing business of napping. Dahk shrugged and decided to go for a walk, it was more difficult for the human shaped monsters to ignore these kinds of things. Tucking the Flute of Summoning Dragon into his belt the monster wandered off into the darkness.

Somewhere else in the Shadow Realms a very, very happy Flame Swordsman was... turning cartwheels. A pair of monsters, a Swamp and a Lava Battleguard, was watching from a safe distance. Semt turned to Lesk, the Lava Battleguard. He had a pinched, doleful look on his face.

+ Do you think there’s any chance of him calming down sometime soon? +

Lesk turned a critical gaze to where the other Warrior was doing handsprings and shook his head with a snort, expression rueful.

+ With everything that’s happened? Especially after having the block removed then being swamped with all that sexual energy? Not a chance in this lifetime. +

Semt sighed, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck.

+ I didn’t think so. Any idea’s? +

+ Yes. +

The red-skinned monster shouldered his club and started to pointedly walk away from the exuberant red-clad swordsman.

+ We let someone else handle him. +

The other monster hurried after his partner, nobody wanted to be around Raji when he was this hyper.

Raji knew that they were talking about him, but he paid it no mind, they were finally free of those Gods-damned-fucking chains! He started doing back flips. His master was, if not happy, then momentarily content for once. As one of his master’s favourites his bond with Jono was stronger than most of the others, meaning that the stronger the emotions his master felt the more they affected Raji. The Flame Swordsman had never really gotten the hang of blocking out his master’s mind.

-Trip! THUD!-

Bouncing to his feet the Swordsman spun around to see who/what he had tripped over. He blinked for a moment in confusion at the expanse of black before he grinned and looked up.

+ Hello Bane!! Where’s Cobalt?! +

The Red Eyes Black Dragon blinked in amusement and the bulk of the Blue Eyes White Dragon became apparent as the silver head lifted up from where it had been resting.

+ Good evening Raji, I take it that you felt the release? +

The Red Eyes and the Swordsman had been together for a long time, and both had shared the honour of being Jono’s favourites for much of that time. The Black Dragon had been spending a lot of time with the newest addition to the team for a while now, making Cobalt feel comfortable around the other monsters of Jono’s deck, but they were still best friends, and Bane knew the signs, Raji was having a hyperactive fit.

+ You betcha!! I just can’t wait until tomorrow!! Master Jono is sure to call us out!! It’s been so long and I miss him so much!! This is great!! +

Cobalt blinked and edged away, a rather funny sight considering the white dragons’ bulk. The last time Raji had started speaking with double exclamations he had tried to dye the White Dragon red... it had not worked as planned. Cobalt had been pink for a week. It was not an experience that the Blue Eyes cared to repeat. And they still had not discovered exactly where Raji had gotten the dye from, or even how he had been able to get it in the first place.

Noticing both the other dragons discomfort and Raji’s bouncing Bane quickly decided on a course of action.

+ It certainly is wonderful Raji. You look a little restless, why don’t you go for a run to help you calm down? +

+ Sure thing!! That sounds like a great idea Bane thanks!! G’bye!! +

The Swordsman took off into a series of acrobatic moves that the heavy armour should have made impossible.

After Raji was gone, Cobalt turned to Bane, a beseeching tone in his mental voice.

+ Are you certain that he isn’t a Kerebo? +

The Red Eyes chuckled, greatly amused by the way Raji made Cobalt so nervous.

+ Yes, Raji has always been like that. It was why he was sold so cheaply. He was the first card Master Jono received. I came along a few years later, when Master Jono won me in a bet. He never resented me for becoming one of Master Jono’s favourites. He has never had a truly spiteful thought about any monster in the Master’s deck. +

+ Hmm... He reminds me of Master Jono a great deal. +

+ Yes, they have been together a long time. +

Conversation finished the two dragons settled back down to finish their interrupted nap.

Meanwhile Dahk had decided to visit with Mahado, a Dark Magician, and Ciel, a Celtic Guardian. They both belonged to the Pharaoh Atemu and his lover Yugi. The monsters had to stay near their cards in case they were called out unexpectedly, and the area of the shadow realm they occupied often coincided with which duellists lived nearest each other. Because both Atemu and Seth lived in the Palace, their monsters spent quite a lot of time with each other.

The three monsters were now walking along through the shadows, talking about the last duels they had fought. They all started laughing as Mahado made a very pointed comment that made Ciel blush all the way to the tips of his pointed ears. Suddenly the Elf stopped laughing, eyes going wide as his jaw dropped.

+ Dahk watch out! +

It was too late.

-CRASH!-

+ ... Owie!! +

Mahado and Ciel blinked, there was a Flame Swordsman sitting on Dahk’s back, he was pouting.

Looking around with a frown the Warrior looked up at the two monsters, pale blue eyes huge in a puzzled face.

+ Have either of you seen my sword?! +

Dahk was getting tired of looking at the ground. Seeing as how the monster on his back did not look like he was going to be moving anytime soon, the large Spellcaster rolled over. This caused the red haired monster to fall onto his chest with a little ‘oof!!’ noise.

-SNICKT!-

Dahk blinked and looked at the red crystal sword blade stuck in the ground where his head had been just seconds before, implications making his face pale abruptly under his tan.

+ Ah-ha!! +

The Swordsman who now sat on his stomach spoke brightly, beaming happily at nothing in particular.

+ There it is!! +

Ciel was having problems with breathing by this point, he was laughing so hard the only reason he was still on his feet was that the Magician was holding him upright. Even the ever-serious Mahado was having trouble keeping a straight face.

The Lord of D looked into bright blue eyes, and the Swordsman sitting on him grinned, the air around him almost sparkling.

+ Hello!! I’m Raji!! Who’re all of you?! +

It looks like things were going to get interesting.

Tsuzuku...

 Finished: late 2002

Revised: 2006-06-20

Betaed: 2006-05-04

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