The Mythology Set

Author's Note: Seto, you moron. :| I don't know why Joey puts up with you.

On another note, this is another human-with-dragon-wings-and-tail story.

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Slave

Joey raised an eyebrow as he looked the other dragon up and down. He was taller, built more for power than agility, but by no means overweight. His blue eyes flashed dangerously with fury. His white tail was tied firmly to the bases of his wings, making both useless for fight or flight. His hair was brown and cut at an angle that made his features appear sharper, more menacing.

"…Teguchi…" Joey leaned toward the little man, frowning. "I thought I asked to see a bed slave."

The gray-winged dragon nodded quickly. "You did, m'lord."

"…This… this is not a bed slave," the blond muttered in confusion, motioning to the white dragon's larger, more muscular body. "Unless your plan was for him to rip me to pieces. He'd be good for a guard slave, or event a servant, but…" His red-brown eyes suddenly hardened. "Let me guess. He's a difficult slave and you're trying to shove him off on me." When Teguchi flinched, he nodded sharply. "I see."

He hated being known for his gentle handling of slaves. He acknowledged that they were people, too, with thoughts and feelings, unlike a lot of the other dragons in their area. And, after seeing this slave firsthand, he knew he wouldn't be treated well by any other slave owners—or by Teguchi, for that matter.

Joey sighed. He'd only budgeted for one slave—a bed slave—and now his money was going to be wasted on a person that probably wouldn't appreciate it and would instead snarl and snap at him. Turning toward the slave-dealer, he grumbled a little before dropping a small sack of gold at his feet. "Alright. I'll take him. That had better be enough; I only came for a bed slave."

"Very good, m'lord!" Teguchi greedily scooped up the sack, then peered up at him slyly. "Would you care to examine any other slaves, m'lord?"

"No. And I may very well take my business elsewhere," Joey snarled, glaring at him, then snapped his fingers at the man's two servants. "Take him to my carriage." He waited for the servants to mumble quick 'yes sirs' and drag the white dragon away, then turned his glare back on the slave dealer. "Teguchi…"

Teguchi swallowed nervously. "Y-yes m'lord?"

"I've been coming and asking for a bed slave once every four months," the blond hissed, eyes glowing in fury. "And I have yet to leave with one. I grow tired of adopting all your misfit slaves." He lifted his tail and pointed the end of the barb in the man's face. "Don't forget that I'm of higher rank than you. If I continue to be displeased, I can make more trouble than you're even worth—all for want of a bed slave."

Teguchi whimpered quietly as some poison dripped from the blond's barb, sizzling when it hit the ground. "Y-yes, m'lord."

"It's nice to see you know what's good for you," Joey hissed, still glaring at him, then stormed past him to leave the building. He choked on an angry roar when he saw the brunet he'd just bought tied to the back of the carriage. "Oh, for the love of Ra and all things that fly-! He's not running after my fucking carriage!"

His driver, a pleasant old man that had apparently worked for his family ever since his mother was a child, shrugged helplessly. "I told them that, but does anyone listen to an old man anymore?"

"I listen to old men! They're the only ones that have any sense! GAH! Could this day get any worse!"

Thunder rumbled above them.

Joey's face twisted into an angry scowl as a flash of lightning signaled the beginning of one of the summer storms, mood darkening as the torrential rain started. "Fuck my life." Slogging through the already thick mud, he trudged over to untie the brunet from the back of his carriage. He pushed him into the carriage ahead of him, pausing only long enough to tell his driver not to spare the dragon-horses.

He cursed loudly as another carriage rushed by, spraying him with mud and water. Scrambling inside the carriage, he slammed the door shut, curling up to shiver on one side of the carriage when he saw his new slave sitting on the other. He kept his gaze resolutely on the wall even as he hugged his knees to his chest. He'd wanted to appear impressive to the other man, especially when he realized that he must have had high rank in his own territory. Instead, he'd just looked like an idiot.

He hissed another curse as he noticed the thick cloak still folded neatly on top of the sheet, then snatched it up and opened the wooden blinds to lean out the window. "Oi, old man! You forgot your cloak!" He waited for the man to slow the carriage a little before lifting the cloak to him. "Here. I don't want you getting sick." He stayed out only long enough to make sure the driver had put his cloak on properly before sliding back into the carriage and carefully covering the window again.

Joey frowned as he finally looked at the other man sitting with him, unable to help feeling uncomfortable under his intense blue gaze. He turned his gaze on his dirty feet instead. Just like he could tell that the other man was a noble in his territory, he could also tell that he was much more comfortable in that position as well.

He was never meant to be a noble, and he knew it. He still wasn't quite sure how his mother's family had found him, and he was still baffled as to how they'd convinced him to accept a place as heir to his uncle. He understood it being about the oldest and closest male relative, and perhaps the thought of being able to take care of his sister and mother if the need arose was comforting.

He just felt uncomfortable, pretending to be someone he was not, especially in front of someone that obviously grew up with that privilege. He felt small, out of place—but most of all, he felt like a complete and total loser.

He was certain that the brunet wielded his power to his advantage, always coming out on top. He'd have no trouble finding a mate, and probably only had to smile a charming smile to have anyone running to his bed, whether it was a bed slave or another noble.

Joey always had trouble trying to court people to be his mate. He was too awkward in his position as a noble to really attract anyone, because most people found his clumsiness and fumbling far from attractive. Finally, he'd had to resort to finding a bed slave, no matter how pathetic and scummy it made him feel. He knew he could find a mate if he was still a low-rank nobody. He was perfectly at home as a nobody.

Of course, all of his attempts at finding a bed slave were always foiled by Teguchi, who had seen how vulnerable he was that first time and quickly taken advantage of him, foisting off a slave too stubborn to be tamed at too high a price. He wasn't quite sure why he'd snapped this time. Perhaps it was because he was getting desperate to have sex, almost willing to crawl into a brothel despite the uproar he knew it would raise among his family. He just… really wanted someone to touch him, that he could touch back; he wanted someone to appreciate his body, to appreciate him, but he knew he just couldn't impress anyone when he didn't even feel attractive.

Joey frowned and looked down at the dark robes he was wearing. They were ruined, splattered with mud and dirty water. He was going to get yelled at for his carelessness for sure. Not to mention he'd bought another slave that his family would deem 'useless' as well. He was very bad at this 'noble' thing. …It would probably be best if he just curled up under a rock and died…

It would be best, he decided, if he just set the brunet free. People that were raised as nobles didn't like bending to the whims of others, and he didn't want to deal with his new slave sneering at all the things he did wrong when his family was quite willing to do that already. Of course, he couldn't just buy the brunet and immediately set him free; his family would kill him. No, it would require something a bit more planned out—something he wasn't very good at doing, admittedly, but he already had a general idea of what to do.

"Hmm." He tilted his head thoughtfully, then waved at the brunet. "Hey. I'm gonna need ya t' act like my completely willin' slave." He knew immediately that that had been the wrong thing to say when the white dragon's eyes lit up with fury. He moved toward the door. "H-hey, wait a minute-!"

Snarling into the piece of leather covering his mouth, the brunet lunged at him, wrapping the chains of his handcuffs around his throat. He tugged them tight and refused to let go, intent on strangling his new 'master.'

"Ngh!" Joey wheezed and struggled to wiggle his leg up; he was glad to know that his sneaking around the castle still kept his fighting skills in top condition. Placing his foot on the brunet's chest, he shoved so he was on top. While the white dragon was still disoriented, he twisted out of the chain and curled up in a corner of the carriage, keeping his foot up in case he needed to kick away a second attack. "Ra would ya just listen t' me for a second!"

The brunet hissed behind his gag and glared at him, but the tension that bespoke of the intent to leap again faded from his shoulders. However, while his body relaxed from its attack position, his eyes still glowed with rage.

"…Okay. I'm only sayin' that because I'm plannin' on takin' ya out on a romantic picnic with me, where you'll attack me and escape. I can't take ya on a picnic if you're a bad slave. This is t' help ya escape. Okay? I'm not gonna keep ya forever; I just need ya t' help me so we can help ya get away." He waited anxiously for the brunet to show some sign that he understood, half afraid that he'd try to kill him again. He couldn't help a sigh of relief when the rage in the white dragon's eyes changed to that of understanding.

Slowly withdrawing his foot, he sat up straight and frowned. "I'm gonna take your gag off, okay? Don't attack me. I'm just takin' your gag off." He leaned forward and carefully took the brunet's gag off, unable to help admiring his strong chin and sharp jaw line. "…You okay?"

The brunet licked his lips, throat still a little hoarse from his smothered roars and snarls. "'m fine."

Joey forced himself not to shiver at the deep, husky voice and tilted his head. "What's your name?"

"We don't use names where I come from; we use growls and roars. My name is—" The brunet let out a long, low rumble from deep in his chest.

The blond's eyes widened. "Really?"

"No. I was just messing with you." The white dragon smirked. "My name's Seto."

"…Asshole!" Joey exclaimed, glaring at him halfheartedly. He reached out to fiddle with the leather straps keeping his tail pinned to his wings. "I'd take these off, too, but my aunts and uncle need t' examine ya first. T' see if you're… suitable t' be owned by us, 'r somethin'."

Seto nodded slowly. "I see. I suppose I can understand that." He glanced at the door as he felt the carriage slowing, then turned to look at the blond. He raised an eyebrow as the black dragon's posture straightened. "So you are noble."

"I dunno. Sometimes I wonder myself," the blond mumbled, then reached his hands up to brush his bangs out of his eyes. He cleared his throat. "Don't know. I don't know." He closed his eyes and let out a burst of air through his nose. "I'm going to be calm and quiet. I will speak when spoken to and no other reason." He opened his eyes and sighed again, then glanced at the older boy. "…I suppose the same goes for you."

Once the carriage stopped and the door opened, Joey slid out, moaning in his head when he saw his family waiting for him. His head hurt just looking at them. As he heard the brunet slide out behind him, he steeled himself for a confrontation and led his new slave over to them. "I—"

"We see where you've been, Joseph; this is another one of your failed attempts to find a bed slave." His uncle glared at him, then turned his gaze on the brunet. "And just what sort of slave are you? Not a bed slave, I'm sure."

Joey frowned. "He's a—" He yelped as the older man struck him across the face, then looked down at his feet meekly.

"I wasn't asking you, boy." He turned his glare back on the brunet. "Now. What sort of slave are you?"

Seto narrowed his eyes, immediately disliking the man's treatment of his nephew. "As he was about to tell you, sir." The word felt sour on his tongue. "I'm his bed slave." He smirked as Joey looked up at him in surprise, then quickly ducked his head again. "At least, that's what I was told I was."

While the man sputtered in either disgust or outrage at his audacity, his wife stepped forward, narrowing her eyes as she forced the blond's chin up. "And yet you've tried to strangle him."

The brunet turned his head to look at the chain-shaped bruising around the smaller boy's neck and raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't strangling him. Well, yes, technically I was, but my intent wasn't to kill him."

Joey's other aunt frowned in confusion. "How can you strangle someone without meaning to kill them? Torture?"

Seto smirked. "I asked him what his kink was. When he said he didn't have one, I told him that erotic asphyxiation was becoming quite popular. …I don't think he knew what it was when he asked me to demonstrate."

The horrified and embarrassed expression on not only Joey's face, but his family's faces as well, was deliciously satisfying.

Joey yelped as he was slapped again, almost confused, but then they were shouting at him about his ruined clothes, and then his appearance in general—moving from the embarrassing topic of sex to the familiar one of finding all of his faults. He sighed but endured their criticism quietly. He really hated living here.

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"Hmph! Tellin' me t' go make use of my new slave! Who the hell do they think they are!"

Seto followed the blond into his room, glancing around idly, then frowned when the blond began throwing his clothes off and stomping over to the bed, body still covered with mud from the other carriage splashing him as it drove by. "You're not even going to take a bath?"

"Why? The servants change my sheets every day. It's not like it matters. I just take a bath in the morning and I'm good," Joey mumbled, scowling.

"I refuse to fuck you like that."

For a few minutes, the room was so silent that one could hear a pin drop. Eventually, though, the blond turned toward him, blushing darkly and glaring at him. "What was that?"

"Are you a virgin?" Seto walked over to a door and opened it, frowning when he saw it was a closet. He moved to the other door.

"J-just what the hell are ya askin'! I mean, not that it's any of your business that I am, but what makes ya think you're gonna fuck me!" Joey sputtered, scowling.

Humming when he found the bathroom, he opened the door wide and turned back to him, motioning through the door. "If you're a virgin, and I'm your bed slave, you'll be expected to limp tomorrow."

The blond frowned and reached out to hold one of the posts of his bed, clinging to it nervously. He wondered if he'd be so anxious if he'd gotten a female bed slave, or even a smaller male. He'd always known what having a bed slave would mean (usually sex, but sometimes for regular servant duties), but somehow, knowing that he actually had someone willing to sleep with him made it much more real and scary.

"…W-why can't we just bruise my leg or somethin'?" he asked after a moment. "…Why do we actually need to…?"

Seto sighed. "Believe me. Limping because your leg hurts and limping because you've had a dick up your ass all night are quite different." He raised an eyebrow as the blond's cheeks darkened to a deep red. "…You black dragons are a very conservative bunch, being embarrassed by even the thought of sex."

"Shut up!" Joey turned his head away, unable to deny it.

Sex wasn't something talked about secretly, let alone openly. It was done behind closed doors, at night, unless someone was feeling especially bold. Joey didn't know anything more than the basics of sex, other than that after seven years of wanting it, he was still a virgin and wanted to change that.

Seto sighed again, closing his eyes momentarily, then opened them again and walked over to him. He gave the blond a gentle push toward the bathroom. "Jeez. Weren't you the one that told me we needed to pretend to be master and slave? I won't hurt you on purpose; after all, I need you in good shape to be able to go out on a 'romantic picnic,' don't I?"

Joey looked up at him nervously, even as he allowed the brunet to ease him toward the bathroom. "…W-well, yeah, I guess, but…" He stopped in front of the tub and bit his bottom lip. "…C-can't we just… use our mouths?"

"…You want me to use my mouth. For over a week." The older boy gave him a look clearly stating how dumb he thought he was. "That is not going to happen. While I'm quite willing to use my mouth a majority of the time, people will wonder whether one of us is impotent—most likely me—and while I may be a slave here, I'll have you know that I will not have my reputation sullied by that rumor."

The blond's cheeks heated up again. "…So… we're gonna hafta eventually, huh? Until I can get ya away…"

"You see what I've been saying, then." Seto urged him toward the bath. "I'll wait for you on the bed."

Joey looked down at the bathtub and shivered. "…Okay…"

"…The sooner you get back to the bed, the sooner you'll get it over with," the brunet offered, then shut the door to allow him a little more privacy.

Seto sighed as he made his way over to the bed. He'd admit that he was mostly taking advantage of being called a bed slave, but he was an opportunist by nature, and he wanted the opportunity to fuck the interesting and pretty blond silly. However, as he sat down on the sheets, he frowned.

Joey didn't seem happy here. He looked lonely, out of place in this castle. When he'd seen the healer (to make sure he had no sexual diseases, because the heir to the black dragon estate having a sexual disease was unacceptable), it had been explained that Joey was only here because a male had to inherit the property, and his aunt had become barren after having five female children (all of which had been married off already). Joey had been living on the streets until that point, and doing quite well in terms of surviving.

He acted as if he'd rather be back on the streets, and with the way his aunt and uncle treated him, the brunet sort of understood why.

Seto turned his head as he heard the door to the bathroom open and raised an eyebrow at the blond's expression, somehow more hesitant than it had been before. "Are you okay?"

Joey turned his gaze on the floor, blushing again. "…Were you serious about… about the e-erotic asphyxiation?"

"…I have no intention of engaging in erotic asphyxiation with you. While I don't mind doing it for whomever I'm sleeping with, I myself don't like strangling my bed mates." The brunet leered at him. "However, I have quite a few other kinks I could suggest."

The black dragon blushed even more and took a step back, as if to run. After a moment, though, he moaned in mortification and trudged to the bed. Sitting down timidly, he bit his bottom lip. "…I-I… I shouldn't wanna know," he whispered, feeling ashamed for being curious.

"What have you been taught here?" Seto frowned. He'd slept with virgins before, but never one so ashamed of his virginity—or of sex itself—that he felt he shouldn't know more about it. Sighing, he grabbed the blond and pulled him up against his body. "Come here."

"Nn!" Joey shivered anxiously. "W-why!"

"Didn't you want to learn about some kinks?" He'd talk to him about his unnatural aversion to speaking about sex later. "I promise we don't actually have to act on them unless you want to."

"…O-okay," the blond whispered nervously.

Seto kissed his ear gently before whispering, "Some people like spanking. I like spanking my partners. I like seeing them cry and whimper for more. I like seeing their skin turn red from being struck. Does that sound good to you? Do you want to be spanked?"

Joey mewed and hid his face in the brunet's shoulder in embarrassment. "No!"

"That's alright." The older boy smirked and bit on his earlobe gently before continuing. "Other people like mirrors. They'll masturbate in front of mirrors, or have sex in front of mirrors… I once heard of an orgy in a room full of mirrors. Do you want to have sex in front of a mirror? Do you want to see everything I'm doing to you?"

He liked that idea even less. There was a reason sex was always had at night; it was dark. "No!"

"Hmm. Okay. Would you like to pretend that you don't want it? Some people are aroused by the idea of being raped. The thought of being taken by a stranger against their will is both terrifying and exciting. Do you want to try that?"

Joey shook his head frantically, almost afraid to lift his head. He was already scared enough; he didn't need the terror of being raped added to it! "Please, please don't…!"

Seto lifted a hand to stroke his hair. "Calm down." He turned his head to begin kissing his neck. "I could talk dirty to you. Lots of people like that. I could tell you everything I'm going to do to you."

"…E-everything? There's more than just…" The blond bit his bottom lip in embarrassment. "…Just puttin' it in?"

"Of course there is," the older boy whispered, lips brushing over his ear. "There's so much more."

Joey shivered as he felt the white dragon's sharp fingernails trailing over his hip and nuzzled his neck nervously. "…T-tell me more?"

Seto chuckled quietly. "I'd love to tell you more. Where should I start…?" He slid his hand down and around to cup the blond's cheek, squeezing it firmly. "I know. I'm going to kiss you a little. But it's been a while since I've had sex, so there probably won't be too much foreplay. I'll spread your legs and tease your opening with my fingers. Then I'll get my fingers wet, and I'll work one of them inside of you." He moaned as he heard the younger boy gasp in arousal. "You like that?"

"Nn… I-I don't know—" He gasped again as the brunet's teeth found his jaw. "Ah…!"

"Once I get you loosened up enough, I'm going to slip another one inside." Seto moaned quietly. "I'll stretch you until I can get a third finger in. Once I feel you're loose enough, I'm going to hold your little pucker open and then I'm going to slowly… carefully…" He moaned again and dug his claws into the blond's hip lightly. "…Slide my cock into you."

"Nn!" Joey shuddered as he was turned to lie on his back, looking up at the brunet anxiously. "S-Seto-!"

The older dragon rumbled quietly as he leered down at him. "Do you know what I'm going to do once I have my cock inside you?" When the blond shook his head mutely, he growled. "I'm going to fuck you, Joey. I'm going to pound you into the bed, and once you've come, I'm going to pull you onto my lap and have you work for a while. Do you know how sexy you'll look, bouncing on my dick? Very sexy. And after that, if you haven't passed out, I'm going to bend you over the side of the bed and fuck you some more. Forget limping; you won't even be able to walk tomorrow."

"Seto, I—" The blond gasped as the older boy kissed him, hands falling loosely to his sides as he felt his tongue being toyed with. He shuddered as the brunet's finger flicked across his nipple, hips arching up of their own accord, then whimpered pathetically as those cruel fingers gently pinched and pulled at his nipple. "Mm-! Mn!"

Seto broke the kiss and smirked. "My, my. How sensitive." He leaned down to capture the other hardening nub between his lips, tugging on it lightly with his teeth and smirking wider as the blond yowled. His free hand slid down between his trembling thighs to gently tease his opening.

"—Ah! Seto!" Joey squirmed and dug his fingers into the older boy's hair. "Nn! Ha!"

"Stop squirming. I'll get angry if you make me hurt you," the brunet hissed, even as his fingers circled the ring of muscle guarding the black dragon's virginity. He paused for a moment, then frowned in confusion. "…What is…" He sat up straight and pulled the blond's legs apart, looking down between them in disbelief. "How-?"

The younger boy frowned, unsure what to make of his expression. "…S-Seto…?"

"How are you wet? Have you always done this?" Seto glanced up at the blond and raised an eyebrow. "I've never seen a male dragon do this before."

"…I-I don't think I've ever done it before, either," Joey whispered, blushing.

"…I… don't think I should have sex with you," the brunet stated after a moment. "If neither of us knows what's happening, we should probably find out before we go any further." He watched the younger boy's cheeks turn red in humiliation and frowned in concern. "I'll still use my mouth, if you want—"

"No-!" Joey sat up and slid off the bed quickly. "You don't need to do that."

Seto wondered whether it was because the mood had been ruined and the blond was disappointed, or if he was too embarrassed and anxious to continue. He watched the younger boy slip into the bathroom again and sighed quietly, deciding to go talk to the healer again in the morning.

Joey walked over to the mirror and stared at himself for a moment, then turned, lifting his tail out of the way and peering down at his entrance, no matter how much he didn't want to. He bit his bottom lip and whimpered as he saw that he was a little wet down there. He knew he'd never done that before.

The blond turned and filled the bathtub with water again, then slipped inside and began scrubbing himself down with soap—probably doing a better job than he had before. "Ra, I'm such a freak," he whispered, then moaned and covered his face. If he was being told by a much more experienced dragon that he'd never seen it before, then he really must have something wrong with him. "How am I s'posed t' find a mate like this? Let alone have sex-!"

If Seto was repulsed despite having had sex with (an admittedly assumed) large number of people, he really had no hope. He wasn't confident enough in his new life as a noble before, but now, knowing that he would be a freak no matter how much confidence he gained, he felt like there was no hope.

No more bed slaves, no more courting. He'd never had a reason to be ashamed of his body, but suddenly, he didn't want anyone else to see it. He didn't care if he had to die alone and miserable—anything would be better than having the same humiliating scenario repeated!

Joey glanced at the door and whimpered, then covered his face again and began to cry.