The Fine Art of Masculine Beauty

A/N: Well, people actually seemed to like this little fic, though I suspect a bit of that comes from my torturing Jou once again. One reviewer commented how this was good even though it wasn't my usual type of fic, and I was like 'what???'...'Master' was actually a rather large fluke, I never write stuff that's really dark, maybe a bit angsty but never dark. This is closer to what I write I always thought. Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter, it's short, but heck, hopefully it'll be good enough to make up for that.

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"996....997.....998.....999.....1000"

Otogi placed the brush carefully back on the polished oak bureau that sat in the corner of his bedroom and sighed. He gazed lovingly into the bronze mirror which faced him as he studied the absolute perfection of his body in all it's naked splendor. He looked thoughtful for a moment and sighed again. It was nearly heartbreaking to know he wasn't the most beautiful any longert att at least beauty still belonged to him, hopefully that would be enough.

He grabbed up the soft white robe and swung it around himself as he tied it losely at his waist. It only hung to mid-thigh, showing off his slender alabaster legs, and one sleeve slipped down from his shoulder to show off his chest and one perfectly pert pink nipple. He smiled and thought about how many hearts he had won and broken while wearing this very robe. It was his favourite, snowy white and soft as down, and of course it brought out the contrast from his hair so that he looked rather amazing. He almost giggled girlishly, but managed to suppress it, giggling wasn't terribly becoming.

His cheeks were stained with a redness as he flopped back lazily on his down filled bed and looked up with bright green eyes to the painted reliefs that decorated his walls. He didn't see the artwork, his mind was still entranced by the sight of the blonde standing before him, that sunny smile that lit up his face like Apollo. The boy was like a perfect statue, something almost unreal in it's beauty and simitry. Nature rarely created a person so even and unflawed. He would be unflawed if not for the scar he bore.

Otogi bit down on a lock of hair and fretted silently. How could someone have done such a thing? What could the boy possibly have said or done to deserve such a punishment? It ached in Otogi's heart, the unknown possiblity of the melody of the slaveboy's voice, forever killed with silence. To do such a thing wasn't even legal, slaves had some rights, though perhaps they needed examination. It was curious that a owner was completely within their rights to kill their slaves, but to punish them in such a way was considered wrong. Lawmakers seemed to have a skewed sense of proportion.

He sat up and stare back into the mirror and took the lock from his mouth. His body felt warm and flushed, his skin to tight and his head swam. The boy was exotic and beautiful and most importantly, the boy was his. Otogi smoothed the silken robe along his legs and stood gracefully, his long hair falling like a curtain of night behind him. It swayed gently with his movements like some living thing.

The marble was cool beneath his bare feet as he padded with catlike silence through the darkened hallways of his manor home. The moon was shining down with pale silver luminesence that lit the world with a heavenly hue. Otogi noticed the night was going out of it's way to be romantic and silently thanked Artemis for her support in his conquest. Perhaps it was odd that the virginal Godess would go out of her way to help one boy seduce another, but perhaps she prefered it if Otogi stayed away from the girls and spent his time playing with the boys. Either way he would have to worry about bastard children, which was a fairly good reason in it's own right to ignore the ladies.

Although no place in his mansion could rightly be said to be shabby, the slaves quarters were still obviously less caretaken than the rest of his estate. No ornaments or tapestries relieved the barren white marble of these halls, nothing to break the monotony. No one ever saw these rooms than the slaves, so decoration wasn't important. Otogi prefered to spend money on things other people could see, and of course, evny madly in the secret dark halls of their minds. That ravenous jelousy was in and of itself enough of a reason to waste so much money on pointless ornamentation and showing off.

He paused thoughtfully before the last door in the line and gnawed on his lip, finally he reached out on delicate hand and opened the door. His newest treasure lay still on the small bed, his beautiful broken Adonis, golden and pure and shattered so deep. The boy was amazingly perfect, his skin so tanned and spread so smoothly over his taunt muscles. His honeyed gaze was far away and deep, his soft bangs falling like a halo to frame his face. His head was tipped back so that the ugly scar crossing his throat stood out with startling clarity against the bronzed skin. The boy made no overt movements as his new master approached, he didn't even bother to look over to see if indeed it was his master visiting. Otogi could see and sense the minute tensing in the blonde's body, the tight wariness that engulfed him and gave off warning signals as though the boy were shouting them at the top of his lungs. Not that the boy could ever do so, that ability having been stolen from him.

Otogi realized unhappily that his hands were clutched so tight that he had cut open the skin of his palms in red little cresents with his nails. He looked about for something to wipe the blood off with when he felt gentle warmth and looked down in surprize. The blonde Adonis held his hands gently, his palms facing forward as if to ward something off, and his tongue was lapping slowly at the wounds, taking in his blood sensually with small licks.

Red haet was flaring on Otogi's cheeks and he knew it, but the velvety feeling oat sat small tongue on his hands numbed his thought and he stood there in shock taking it. It was a simple act, gentle yet still animalistic in it's own way, and entirely too sexual to deny. Otogi wondered dumbly if he was embarassed when the boy pulled away with a strange grin on his face. It was knowing and bitter, those dark eyes swirling with a cruel mirth that made Otogi feel inferior and childish. He pulled his robe about him closer and ran a hand through his ebony hair, he looked anywhere but back into those deep eyes that threatened to pull him in and then drowned him.

The boy stood with slow grace and set his hips archly, his posture intended to make certain facts of his sexuality more than obvious. Those deep eyes seemed to gloat and laugh at him while saying "This is what you came for, right?"

Uncertainly and somehow ashamed the raven haired teen took a step backwards, suddenly needing distance between himself and the other boy. "Jounouchi...." he whispered quietly, almost reverently. His hands reached out hesitantly across the distance and wrapped gently around his slaves waist, fingers clawing at the lose fabric that wound about him and covered him down to his thighs. Glazed eyes looked expectantly at Otogi, empty of being. Need was pulsing in waves through his body and he clung desperately to the boy he was supposed to own, but in this moment seemed to own him. It was dark and unsettling, but so needful and urgent. He crossed the gulf and stepped up on tip toes to close his mouth over thos lush pink lips that smirked down upon him. Jounouchi tasted ripe and sweet, and his mouth was soft and warm as Otogi massaged those lips with his own, his tongue reaching out to beg for deeper entrance into that sweetness. The taller boy opened wider and met Otogi's tongue with his own, forceful and determined, caressing him. Strong hands wrapped about his thin waist and Otogi was being pulled down to the small pallet, now straddling the other boy as they kissed deeply.

Otogi could feel the tightness building with in him as his nails raked clawlike along his slaves back, his hips jerking forward instinctively. He ran eager hands through the mass of fine blonde hair and rubbed his need against the tight muscles of his chest as he pleaded in whimpers and moans. It was unbearable, his body was screaming for release. Hands fumbled at the sash of his robe and soon the unwanted garment was discarded unnoticed to the floor.

Jounouchi pulled back and stared at his master, the soft cream of his skin and the wealth of dark hair spilling over his shoulders. Otogi's eyes glittered like jade under the watchful stare, which was neither one of passion or hatred, it simply was. There was no way to tell what Jounouchi was thinking, his eyes were untouched by the emotions that ran through him. It was unsettling, but Otogi was far too gone in pleasure to stop over something so small now. He grabbed his servant around the neck and drew him in for another hasty kiss. His skin tingled with lustful electricty as he rocked fitfully against the other boy's firm body, his senses drowning in the soft sensation of the hands kneeding at his back. Otogi closed his eyes and hissed slowly before he pulled back and stood up, his needs prominently displayed. His eyes were bright and he pulled the blonde forward to bring him to completion.

light hands traced over the curved lines of his body as wet hotness engulfed his erection, the softsagisaging of Jounouchi's tongue along the head of his aching member elicted deep groans of desire to well up in his throat. The blonde's teeth ran teasingly along the length, stimulating and tantalizing to the point Otogi felt his knees would give. The other boy sensed this and pushed Otogi up against the cool wall of the room as he continued his ministrations. The ravenhaired youth gasped as the boy took him as far into his mouth as he could and sucked around him cause a wave of heat to run up to his head and back down in a rythmic pounding of lust and need. His hips ached to buck into the slaves mouth, but he cluthced at the marble wall and tried to pull back from that, tried to allow the boy to continue. One hand reached and tangled in the golden strands of hair as Jounouchi nipped along the base of his erection, his body quivering with the sensations, the need to release. When the blonde bit down lightly around his straining member all control flooded from his body as he thrusted his climax into the boy's mouth.

He slid down the wall and pulled Jounouchi with him, his eyes were dusky and darkened. Otogi could see the pulse in his neck fluttering wildly like a caged animal trying to break free and brought his mouth to suck on the sensitive point as his fingers reached around to probe his entrance.

The blonde clutched at him hard his his eyes were large as the first finger slipped inside him and began to run in and out to relax and kneed at his opening. Jounouchi gritted his teeth and ducked his head into his master's chest with a small hissing sound as he was stretched by a second finger, pulling him wider so that his body could be prepared to admit his master's sex. He feverently wished to pull away but the memory of those dark glimmering eyes held him with dread as he was turned to accomedate his master.

Pain laced up his spine as Otogi thrust inside of him, burying himself in the slave's body. Jounouchi bit his lip as his master began to rock, his hips pumping forward steadily, the pace becoming faster and desperate. He grabbed at the small rug and wrung it tightly between his hands as the heat wound up inside and he could feel himself begin to break and bleed. Otogi was bucking into him fiercely, ripping formless screams from his raw throat as his master finally came. The black haired beauty remained on his knees a moment, his body stretched upwards and a look of triumphant extacsy on his face.

Otogi panted roughly, his body come over with weakness and lastitude with his coming. He folded down on the bed and stared with glazed eyes to the ceiling, his chest heaving in an uneven measure. He could still feel the sudden sweetness of his climax coursing lazily through his veins, the energy pulled out of him and made tangible, and now was soon spent. The blonde curled up beside him on the mat, his legs pulled up tightly. The boy was shaking and breathing heavily, but considering Otogi was as well, it seemed to be unimportant.

He ran one hand through his damp raven locks and sighed with a small grin crossing his face. Gods, he had never felt so saited before, so utterly satisfied by sex alone. He arched his back and stretched out his legs before returning to the comfortable limp laziness that one only can feel after great sex.

Beside him and now forgotten, Jounouchi wound his hands around his abdomen and cried silent tears as he shook, his body wracked with pain and fear. He wanted to jump up and leave, to run from this new master as fast as he could, faster. More tears continued to well in his honey eys and he lay in near stillness until the beautiful light of Eos began to stain the eastern sky in pale hues of pink and gold. His eyes closed slowly, unwillingly and soon he was plunged into the darkness of his dreams, where the tears never stopped.

A husky voice breathed into his ears, the strong reeking scent of his breath was overpowering. "You should know better young one." Dark ratlike eyes glittered obscenly from the sunked hollows of the man's face. Jou struggled fitfully against the bonds but it was useless, his wrists protested in pain and fresh blood trickled from beneath the broken scabs where the metal encased his flesh.

The man laughed in a rough hiss, a sicken sound of horrible pleasure, a great joy in being part of such pain. The faint chime sound of the whip was the only warning before the steel tipped lashes came down hard against the naked skin of his back. Jounouchi drew breath in painfully and tried to set himself ridgedly as the whip came down again and again to score his back with gashes of bright red against the delicate peach of his skin. Tears threatened to spill from his tightly closed eyes but he willed them away as he braced himself against the pole standing infront of him, the pole he was chained to.

The excited laughter of the torturer was a frightening undertone to the chimes and strike of the leather on his flesh, the man was insane and took pleasure in the pain he wrought on his victim.

The kirtle that wound around his waist was torn from his body with a sickening ripping sound, a sound far too reminesent of other more painful things to come. He felt the other man's hardness press against him before it plunged into him, drawing a raw scream from his wounded throat. The man punded harshly into him and Jounouchi could feel the hot wetness of his body began to seep slowly down his thighs as the thrusting became hard and faster, tearing forcefully inside him.

The warm tears finally spilled over and he breathed in raggedly, pain flaring through him. Hands wrapped strongly around his neck and his breath stopped as they clamped down hard, causing fire to spread into his lungs and he spasmed uncontrollably even as the man came violently, thrusting in one final time to the hilt. The world spun and his head was light as he was once more able to suck in air, then the world tipped on it's side and went black.

Faintly as his mind fell spiralling into the darkness he heard that horrid voice laughing at him, "You'll never run again. You will learn to obey your Master."

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A/N: Well, there you have chapter two of my amazingly unimportant story about love Anicent Greek Style. The saga of Otogi the vain and Jounouchi the ever screwed up and confusing silent bicycle. Ain't it great folks?? Yeah, the last bit is pretty familiar in style, I guess I can't give up the habit of hurting Jounouchi for his own good. (It's only good because it makes him vulnerable and makes for a good excuse to get him laid....uh, not that most fanfic authors really need a good excuse; rape, beatings, holiday, Wednesday, 3:00pm, 3:00am....you know, whatever event strikes their fancy.)
There is another version of this chapter at FF.net, but due to their policies it is not sexually explicit. I personally wanted some blatant sexuality to be part of this story, so I posted it here as well in it's intended NC-17 form.