Welcome To My Heaven
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,758
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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1/12
Title: Welcome To My Heaven 1/12
Author: Kleptomaniac Can Opener
Beta: Touzaku`ou
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Kaiba x Jou, Farfarello x Jou, and several implied
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don’t think even Takehito owns Farfie, and I certainly don’t own Yugi-Oh!
Summary: Farfarello finds himself a new toy...
NOTES: On the first day of Christmas, my kitty wrote for me...Jou molested by Farfie!
~*~*~*~
Such a pretty toy he's found this time. He'll make this one last.
Those honey-coated chocolate eyes flash with such defiance, so much anger. It’s exciting to have prey that’s not already broken with fear.
How long will this golden child survive?
Farfarello’s smirk widens when the blond glares at him even as he attempts to stand with the manacles and chains weighing down each long limb.
“Pretty little bird. Flap your broken wings.”
The links clank together harshly when the boy jerks, trying to stretch his arm far enough to punch him with a white-knuckled fist. Blood drips down tan skin where metal cuts into tender flesh.
“Bastard! Let me go! See if yer pirate ass can take me on!”
Farfarello laughs at Jou’s taunts and plays with his knife, the flickering light glinting off the sharp edge. “Can’t escape so easily, birdie. Can’t escape at all.” He stalks forward with his hips swaying in what would be a sexy manner of not for the dark, predatory aura. As it is, it just creeps Jou out.
The knife lashes out in a downward arc. The blond jerks away, his back slamming against the wall. The blade cleanly cuts through his shirt. The fabric settles to either side of his chest, exposing still fading bites and hickies to the Irishman. Lean muscles tense, the boy growling.
Jou yelps when he suddenly feels cool steel under his chin. Something warm trickles down his neck. He dimly realizes it’s his blood.
“So the canary has a friend.” Farfarello leans forward and licks up the blood, his tongue leaving behind a hot trail. “Delicious.” Those lips explore open skin, almost gentle in their approach. Jou grimaces, but he doesn’t dare move or the knife with slice him open like a water balloon.
“Ow! You fucking bastard!” Deep chuckles echo off the walls as more blood drips down the blond’s neck. The white-haired man licks at the nipple he bit, lapping at the necklace of red diamonds welling up around the abused bud.
Farfarello pulls back and disappears into the dark side of the room where the candlelight does not reach. There’s a scraping sound, then Jou’s chains begin moving.
His body is pulled taut, stretching out in an awkward X as his legs are forced to bend inwards from being spread so wide without enough support in his arms. He hisses from the metal cutting deeper into his skin.
Returning from the shadows, Farfarello is once more sporting his knife and a smirk. Jou really hates that smirk.
Light and shadow reflect off the blade’s surface to dance over the man’s pale face. The teen muses that he looks like a demon.
Unfortunately, the demon’s ready to eat him.
The man saunters back across the room, his gold eye trained on the handsome youth. “Pretty bird needs preening.” Jou struggles against his bonds. Little streamlets of blood weave their way down his arms and feet. “Careful, little birdie. I might cut wrong.” Farfarello snatches the front of the blond’s jeans and yanks, making the teen yelp. The razor edge of the knife easily cuts through the rough material. He then places the blade between his teeth and grabs the flaps. With a nary a grunt, he rips the pants completely in half. The pant legs slide down to pool around Jou’s bloody ankles.
Jou flushes in anger and embarrassment, as the man looks his naked body up and down like a piece of meat at a Chinese market.
Farfarello grins around the metal still in his mouth. He slowly pulls it away, his tongue sliding along the slick body in some morbid form of foreplay. He drops it to the cold floor. A scraping clang assaults their ears. Jou can’t help but winch.
Jou uses the anger in his eyes to hide the building dread and fear when he sees the man unzip his pants. A hard, pale shaft stands at attention, its dark red head throbbing and leaking precum.
The Irishman grabs the teen’s hip; his grip instantly bruises. Jou grits his teeth against the fresh pain, glaring daggers at his captor. His body is lifted much too easily.
“Sing for me.” Without warning, Farfarello slams into Jou’s tight body.
“AHH!”
“Beautiful.”
Author: Kleptomaniac Can Opener
Beta: Touzaku`ou
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Kaiba x Jou, Farfarello x Jou, and several implied
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don’t think even Takehito owns Farfie, and I certainly don’t own Yugi-Oh!
Summary: Farfarello finds himself a new toy...
NOTES: On the first day of Christmas, my kitty wrote for me...Jou molested by Farfie!
~*~*~*~
Such a pretty toy he's found this time. He'll make this one last.
Those honey-coated chocolate eyes flash with such defiance, so much anger. It’s exciting to have prey that’s not already broken with fear.
How long will this golden child survive?
Farfarello’s smirk widens when the blond glares at him even as he attempts to stand with the manacles and chains weighing down each long limb.
“Pretty little bird. Flap your broken wings.”
The links clank together harshly when the boy jerks, trying to stretch his arm far enough to punch him with a white-knuckled fist. Blood drips down tan skin where metal cuts into tender flesh.
“Bastard! Let me go! See if yer pirate ass can take me on!”
Farfarello laughs at Jou’s taunts and plays with his knife, the flickering light glinting off the sharp edge. “Can’t escape so easily, birdie. Can’t escape at all.” He stalks forward with his hips swaying in what would be a sexy manner of not for the dark, predatory aura. As it is, it just creeps Jou out.
The knife lashes out in a downward arc. The blond jerks away, his back slamming against the wall. The blade cleanly cuts through his shirt. The fabric settles to either side of his chest, exposing still fading bites and hickies to the Irishman. Lean muscles tense, the boy growling.
Jou yelps when he suddenly feels cool steel under his chin. Something warm trickles down his neck. He dimly realizes it’s his blood.
“So the canary has a friend.” Farfarello leans forward and licks up the blood, his tongue leaving behind a hot trail. “Delicious.” Those lips explore open skin, almost gentle in their approach. Jou grimaces, but he doesn’t dare move or the knife with slice him open like a water balloon.
“Ow! You fucking bastard!” Deep chuckles echo off the walls as more blood drips down the blond’s neck. The white-haired man licks at the nipple he bit, lapping at the necklace of red diamonds welling up around the abused bud.
Farfarello pulls back and disappears into the dark side of the room where the candlelight does not reach. There’s a scraping sound, then Jou’s chains begin moving.
His body is pulled taut, stretching out in an awkward X as his legs are forced to bend inwards from being spread so wide without enough support in his arms. He hisses from the metal cutting deeper into his skin.
Returning from the shadows, Farfarello is once more sporting his knife and a smirk. Jou really hates that smirk.
Light and shadow reflect off the blade’s surface to dance over the man’s pale face. The teen muses that he looks like a demon.
Unfortunately, the demon’s ready to eat him.
The man saunters back across the room, his gold eye trained on the handsome youth. “Pretty bird needs preening.” Jou struggles against his bonds. Little streamlets of blood weave their way down his arms and feet. “Careful, little birdie. I might cut wrong.” Farfarello snatches the front of the blond’s jeans and yanks, making the teen yelp. The razor edge of the knife easily cuts through the rough material. He then places the blade between his teeth and grabs the flaps. With a nary a grunt, he rips the pants completely in half. The pant legs slide down to pool around Jou’s bloody ankles.
Jou flushes in anger and embarrassment, as the man looks his naked body up and down like a piece of meat at a Chinese market.
Farfarello grins around the metal still in his mouth. He slowly pulls it away, his tongue sliding along the slick body in some morbid form of foreplay. He drops it to the cold floor. A scraping clang assaults their ears. Jou can’t help but winch.
Jou uses the anger in his eyes to hide the building dread and fear when he sees the man unzip his pants. A hard, pale shaft stands at attention, its dark red head throbbing and leaking precum.
The Irishman grabs the teen’s hip; his grip instantly bruises. Jou grits his teeth against the fresh pain, glaring daggers at his captor. His body is lifted much too easily.
“Sing for me.” Without warning, Farfarello slams into Jou’s tight body.
“AHH!”
“Beautiful.”