My Blue Eyed Dragon In White Armor

I Do Not Own YU-GI-OH (i wish i did though -_-)
this is my first attempt at a fanfiction on this sight so please be kind
i also need a beta if anyone is interested

WARNING!!! there is some angust and inc. (just a little though it will make sense as the story progresses i promise)


Prologue

His breath hitch and he started panting. Sweat broke over his soft golden skin. He choked back a sob, a black whirlpool of nausea roll around in his stomach. His started to feel faint and grabbed sink behind him for support. As he stared at the tiled floor in disbelief.
A job… at Kiaba corp.! He couldn’t, can’t. Groaned inwardly and buried his face in his hands at as he choked back a sob.
Of course he could, and he would. His father would force him to. Just like he had force him to become a prostitute after his mother had left and taken his little sister with her.
In a way he was grateful that his little sister was taken away even thought he missed her terribly. But thankfully she was far way from the demon that spawned them… well at least one of them any way. At least she didn’t have to endure there father teaching her ‘the ropes’ likes he had when he had just turned eight.
He grimaced. Even after nine years he couldn’t look at him self in the mirror. He still felt…use, dirty.
That’s why he had changed. He had changed everything his attitude, his cloths, even his name
Even if was only for the few blessed moments he had when he left the prison he was forced to call home.
Once he was out side those doors he was no longer. Katsuya! Whore extraordinar! Who was able to draw in even the most powerful riches men and woman to the weakest and poorest.
There had even been men who sold there cars and have even given up there houses for one hour to be with the exotic blonde with soft hands and a hot mouth.
But once he was out those doors he was Jounouchi or Jou.
A tough street punk with a smart mouth and fast fist. Some you don’t want to mess with, but was still a nice, cool guy and, was a pretty descent duelist.
He had a group of friends he would give his life for and vises a versa, even if it was a bit weird at have to deal with shadow magic and two insane and dangerous yami’s.
But after a while it he used to it. And Bakura and Marik were ok guys once they stopped wanting to take over the world and gotten jobs. Who knew that Marik would make such a great chef or Bakura that would actually bus tables and go to law school or would ‘willing’ volunteer at the local daycare center. All the kids loved him.
Jou shook his head and laugh softly the wonders of the world.
Oh dear god what was he going to do. He was stuck ‘entertaining’ a bunch of suits at Kiaba corp. tomorrow night… dear god what if Kiaba was there while he was performing! He groaned and slid to the ground.
AS IF HIS LIFE WAS COMPLICATED ENOUGH!
He was being force to be a prostitute by his father. His grades where dropping because his father wouldn’t let him study. His friend didn’t know that he was a prostitute and if they did they would probably be too disgusted to even look at him.
Now on top of all that he had to worry about his arch nemeses (and secret crush) finding out about his secret life. If his secret crush ever found out he would undoubtedly use the information against him and hate him even more (as if that was humanly possible) while crushing the last thin tread of hope Jou had of the young C.E.O. falling in love with him. Kiaba dissevered the best, an untouched, blushing virgin. Not some use up, disgusting whore!
Tears ran down Jou’s face.
It wasn’t fair. Jou thought as he slammed his fist on the floor.
“Oh Katsuya.” Jou father called through the bath room door in a slurred sing-a-song voice. “I’ve brought some friends for you to play with” he heard two men laughing through the door “come out, come out. Daddy’s little whore” he sang
Jou choked back a sob and walk over to the door ‘Gods help me’