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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,022
Reviews:
13
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3. The next morning
Disclaimer: Don't own anything in here... don't earn money with this *blinks*
AN:
SORRY that it took me so long to up-date, but I had major probelms with the site!
Huge thank you to Kat for beta and all her help with the grammar and stuff! *hugs*
Of course I will keep the story up... just don't get upset with me if it takes a little longer to up-date. I try and do my best to hurry up *smiles*
Enjoy the new chapter...
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Frozen inside
3. The next morning
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Good morning!
It was a wonderful morning. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. The house was filled with the smell of fresh coffee and the warm air was stroking gently over his sensitive skin.
Yes, a wonderful morning indeed – but Seto hated it.
He heard the housmaid calling him for breakfast and a fast look at his watch told him that he was going to be late.
Gozaburo insisted upon punctuality. Seto remembered that he was two minutes late after the first night he and Mokuba arrived here. He would never forget the painful punches and slaps he got for his mistake.
Seto hurried to get out of the bed, ignoring his aching body, and went into the bathroom for a shower. His own bathroom was luxurious – but he was paying a high price for all of this great life everybody was jealous about, for this great life he hated so much. Couldn’t his adoptive father just die? ‘That would be great: just go away and die, you beast, and leave us alone,’ the brunette teen thought again, climbing into the shower. It didn’t matter if he would be smacked again for being late. He just had to wash away all the dirt and the used feeling.
When he rubbed his wet hair dry, he avoided his own gaze in the mirror because he knew he would not be able to handle what he would see. Pain, fear, hate… and probably worse.
As soon as he got dressed, he went down the stairs to join his so-called “family” for breakfast. They were waiting for him. With a sigh of relief Seto looked at the huge clock, standing in a corner of the room. He had made it on time.
“ mor morning, Seto! What a great day!” Mokuba smiled at him brightly. He slid around restlessly, terribly impatient, because he wanted to go out and have some fun.
“Sit still.” Gozaburo commanded, looking over the edge of his newspaper. Mokuba didn’t sit still. He continued acting like a child – the child he was. He was so full of energy, excited what the new day might bring; always giggling and talking. Gozaburo put the newspaper aside and glared at the young boy to his left. His voice got the icy tone, that Seto knew so well, “I told you, no, I ordered you to sit still. Will you do this now Mokuba, or must I show you what obedience is?”
That was the point Seto broke into the conversation, unasked and knowing that it would cause more him trouble, but he did not care. Alarmed by the words and harsh tone, he answered for Mokuba immediately: “No!” Mokuba looked at him in surprise, wondering what the panic-filled voice about, while Gozaburo just raised an eyebrow questioningly. Seto hurried to add: “I mean… uh… I am sure, that won’t be necessary as Mokuba will sit still now. Won’t you, little brother?” The smile Seto gave Mokuba was nearly begging for a ‘Yes’.
“Of course, Seto,” Mokuba reasured him and nodded. He did not know that he protected himself and Seto with this answer. The younger boy was soon enjoying himself again, drinking his hot milk with honey. But Seto couldn’t eat anything at all. He had lost weight since his arrival, but nobody seemed to notice or even care.
The teen tried to keep an eye on the time without openly staring at the clock. He knew this would upset Gozaburo, but he counted the minutes he had to stay in this house. Before being adopted, he never thought that leaving for school would be a relief.
While he sat there and waited in silence, he felt a strong hand under the table stroking his r thr thigh. The hand went higher and stroked over his cock. Seto was greatful for the heavy cloth of the school uniform, which at least protected him a little. As if Gozaburo was a mindreader, Seto felt the pressure of the hand growing against his sensitive area and a tight squeeze made him nearly jump out of his chair. There was another surprised look from Mokuba, but Seto managed to recover his ‘mask’, and hide everything perfectly.
With a quiet ‘click’ the clock’s small hand moved and Seto wanted to stand up, but a hard grip in his lap made him sit still. He cursed himself in his mind for a moment. ‘Never ever forget to ask for everything and everytime, Seto.’ He took a deep breath and hoped that his voice wouldn’t sound too weak and shaky.
“May we leave, sir? It is about time for school,” Seto tried to look like a submissive good boy, as he knew that his adoptive father would appreciate this. Gozaburo withdrew his hand. “Don’t waste time after school, Seto. I don’t want you hanging out with that Yugi Moto and his friends. Do I make myself clear?”
‘Clearer than necessary. Of course you don’t want me to hang around with anyone – not that I would waste my time with those g I c I could say something you are not in control of. Or even worse: I could do something. I hate you, you kinky creature. I really hate you.’
But all Seto said was: “Yes Sir, very clear.”
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AN: Again, not much action... but well, next chapter will be... *smirks* ... exciting? *waves at everyone*
AN:
SORRY that it took me so long to up-date, but I had major probelms with the site!
Huge thank you to Kat for beta and all her help with the grammar and stuff! *hugs*
Of course I will keep the story up... just don't get upset with me if it takes a little longer to up-date. I try and do my best to hurry up *smiles*
Enjoy the new chapter...
* * * * * * * *
Frozen inside
3. The next morning
* * * * * * * *
Good morning!
It was a wonderful morning. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. The house was filled with the smell of fresh coffee and the warm air was stroking gently over his sensitive skin.
Yes, a wonderful morning indeed – but Seto hated it.
He heard the housmaid calling him for breakfast and a fast look at his watch told him that he was going to be late.
Gozaburo insisted upon punctuality. Seto remembered that he was two minutes late after the first night he and Mokuba arrived here. He would never forget the painful punches and slaps he got for his mistake.
Seto hurried to get out of the bed, ignoring his aching body, and went into the bathroom for a shower. His own bathroom was luxurious – but he was paying a high price for all of this great life everybody was jealous about, for this great life he hated so much. Couldn’t his adoptive father just die? ‘That would be great: just go away and die, you beast, and leave us alone,’ the brunette teen thought again, climbing into the shower. It didn’t matter if he would be smacked again for being late. He just had to wash away all the dirt and the used feeling.
When he rubbed his wet hair dry, he avoided his own gaze in the mirror because he knew he would not be able to handle what he would see. Pain, fear, hate… and probably worse.
As soon as he got dressed, he went down the stairs to join his so-called “family” for breakfast. They were waiting for him. With a sigh of relief Seto looked at the huge clock, standing in a corner of the room. He had made it on time.
“ mor morning, Seto! What a great day!” Mokuba smiled at him brightly. He slid around restlessly, terribly impatient, because he wanted to go out and have some fun.
“Sit still.” Gozaburo commanded, looking over the edge of his newspaper. Mokuba didn’t sit still. He continued acting like a child – the child he was. He was so full of energy, excited what the new day might bring; always giggling and talking. Gozaburo put the newspaper aside and glared at the young boy to his left. His voice got the icy tone, that Seto knew so well, “I told you, no, I ordered you to sit still. Will you do this now Mokuba, or must I show you what obedience is?”
That was the point Seto broke into the conversation, unasked and knowing that it would cause more him trouble, but he did not care. Alarmed by the words and harsh tone, he answered for Mokuba immediately: “No!” Mokuba looked at him in surprise, wondering what the panic-filled voice about, while Gozaburo just raised an eyebrow questioningly. Seto hurried to add: “I mean… uh… I am sure, that won’t be necessary as Mokuba will sit still now. Won’t you, little brother?” The smile Seto gave Mokuba was nearly begging for a ‘Yes’.
“Of course, Seto,” Mokuba reasured him and nodded. He did not know that he protected himself and Seto with this answer. The younger boy was soon enjoying himself again, drinking his hot milk with honey. But Seto couldn’t eat anything at all. He had lost weight since his arrival, but nobody seemed to notice or even care.
The teen tried to keep an eye on the time without openly staring at the clock. He knew this would upset Gozaburo, but he counted the minutes he had to stay in this house. Before being adopted, he never thought that leaving for school would be a relief.
While he sat there and waited in silence, he felt a strong hand under the table stroking his r thr thigh. The hand went higher and stroked over his cock. Seto was greatful for the heavy cloth of the school uniform, which at least protected him a little. As if Gozaburo was a mindreader, Seto felt the pressure of the hand growing against his sensitive area and a tight squeeze made him nearly jump out of his chair. There was another surprised look from Mokuba, but Seto managed to recover his ‘mask’, and hide everything perfectly.
With a quiet ‘click’ the clock’s small hand moved and Seto wanted to stand up, but a hard grip in his lap made him sit still. He cursed himself in his mind for a moment. ‘Never ever forget to ask for everything and everytime, Seto.’ He took a deep breath and hoped that his voice wouldn’t sound too weak and shaky.
“May we leave, sir? It is about time for school,” Seto tried to look like a submissive good boy, as he knew that his adoptive father would appreciate this. Gozaburo withdrew his hand. “Don’t waste time after school, Seto. I don’t want you hanging out with that Yugi Moto and his friends. Do I make myself clear?”
‘Clearer than necessary. Of course you don’t want me to hang around with anyone – not that I would waste my time with those g I c I could say something you are not in control of. Or even worse: I could do something. I hate you, you kinky creature. I really hate you.’
But all Seto said was: “Yes Sir, very clear.”
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AN: Again, not much action... but well, next chapter will be... *smirks* ... exciting? *waves at everyone*