The Mythology Set

Slave II

Seto frowned as he heard someone shuffling around, then yawned, lifting a hand to rub his eyes. He must have fallen asleep while he'd been waiting for Joey to come back out of the bathroom. Peering into the dark around him, he wondered why the blond didn't just turn on a light; it was his room, after all.

He frowned again when he saw the long, bulky robes the black dragon was putting on. He'd liked the shorter, thinner robes he'd been wearing yesterday better—they showed off his masculine muscle tone and his feminine curves. These robes just looked like… Well, they weren't as flattering, and to be honest, Seto preferred pretty things and people.

His frown turned confused when he smelled the thick scent of soap on the other boy. Had he even come out of the bathroom last night, or-? Turning, he discreetly felt the blankets beside him. When he found they were cold, he turned his gaze back to the blond. If he'd wanted the bed to himself, he could have just told him to get the hell out of his bed. He would have moved.

Seto watched the blond slip out of the room before climbing out of bed. He took a moment to wash his face and fix his hair before slipping out of the room and following the timid dragon's scent, noticing with a hint of pity that it smelled much different from the other noble dragons' scents. It wasn't that he wanted Joey to smell like them, but he might feel a little less self-conscious and nervous, knowing that at least his scent fit in even if his mannerisms didn't.

He paused as he came to a large set of doors, then glanced around for a smaller set, knowing there would be a less lavish for the servants. Spotting them, he went over and pulled one open, peeking into the room he knew the blond had gone into.

It was a dining room. Joey was sitting at the table, head ducked as his aunt and uncle berated him for his messy hair and his rumpled clothes. The brunet sighed in annoyance; if his family had treated him like that, he'd have—

"—Noticed how he's wearing those robes? He's obviously had his man-cherry popped."

Seto felt himself blush despite having taken many people's virginities. He realized that as a slave now, he should get used to a servant's uncouth way of speech, but knowing he'd be 'escaping' eventually had wiped the thought from his mind.

"Well, duh. He's limping like he's had cock all night, and his eyes are red like he hasn't slept. Of course, he probably cried a little, too, but I can't imagine him crying much if what I heard about his bed slave is true!"

Seto shivered in disgust as the two servants giggled lewdly. He had to wonder what they were talking about, though. He knew he hadn't touched Joey at all, so…

"I heard he was from a country up north, too, and you know what they say about northern dragons!"

…He was from a country to the south. Where the hell had they gotten their information?

"I wish I could be him…" She sighed wistfully. "Eating fancy food all day, getting dick all night. It's a shame he doesn't appreciate any of it…"

"Well, you know how vulnerable he is. You could convince him to take you as his mate," the other servant replied casually.

"Yes, but then I'd be stuck with him, and I'd be expected to have his babies. He's got blond hair and black wings. I don't want a baby that looks as freaky as him! He probably isn't even good in bed!"

"You're right—it was probably his bed slave that did all the work, and he just lied there and took it, squealing like a pig!"

Seto felt his stomach twist with nausea, skin crawling as the two servants laughed. He hoped his own servants had never talked about him like that!

"Just like all the other black dragons do, of course. With the way his aunts squeal and scream, I'm surprised we didn't hear him all the way down in the servants' quarters!"

"Maybe he was too busy sucking another one off? The rest of his family is made up of cock-hungry whores, so he should be no different. I'm surprised he's made it this long without a bed slave!"

Seto's stomach churned. He knew that noble families had secrets, and he knew that servants knew a lot of those secrets. To think that Joey had been the only one still innocent when his family was supposedly so slutty… So why were they all so embarrassed when he mentioned kinks?

"Ugh, finally… How long does it take to eat egg whites and fucking grapefruit?"

"I'll go get a towel."

"I'll grab the broom. Such messy eaters…"

Seto stood up straight quickly as the door opened, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping but resigned to his fate. When the door opened and he was faced with a red-haired, red-winged girl and a black-haired, green-winged girl, however, he blinked as the startled expressions faded into leers. Then, they rushed past him, giggling as they scurried into the kitchen.

The brunet turned to stare after them, baffled. Then, he turned to peer into the dining room.

"I expect you to study harder, Joseph!"

Joey flinched under his uncle's angry words. "Yes, sir."

"You'd better be able to recite our leading ancestors correctly and in order by supper time!"

"Yes, sir," the blond repeated, then turned and made his way out of the dining room as quickly as he could without scampering.

"And put on some different clothes!" he roared after him.

Seto hurried to the other entrance to the dining room to intercept him, grabbing his arm as he tried to pass. "Joey!"

Joey gasped and turned to look up at him, startled, then frowned and immediately turned his gaze away, trying to ignore the blush of humiliation coloring his cheeks. "I'm sorry. I was gonna—I was going to have some food sent up to my room for you. You looked really tired after…" He swallowed thickly. "…After last night."

"…What are you talking ab—" The brunet let out a surprised rumble when the younger boy lunged up to capture his lips in a kiss. Once the blond pulled away, he stared at him in confusion. "…Joey?"

He turned his gaze to the side again. "…'m still a little sore from last night. 'nd I know you must be tired." He let out a shaky breath. "I hafta—I have to go and study now. One of the servants can show you to the library, or the courtyard. I… I guess we can do it again after supper, but only if I'm not as sore."

Seto saw who the blond had been putting the show on for a few seconds later when his aunts strode out of the dining room, passing them with expressions of revulsion. "…Oh. I—"

"One of the maids said my aunt wanted to borrow you." Joey bit his bottom lip. "…I told her that it was up to you. If you don't, I… I'll tell her that you're mine and I don't feel like sharing you yet." He blushed even more. "But if you do, I guess you can find a servant to take you to her room…"

The brunet frowned in confusion. "…You'd be okay with me having sex with your aunt?"

"…W-we wouldn't want anyone thinking you're impotent, right?" The black dragon forced a smile. "Everyone is talking about how you're from a northern country. I don't really understand what that means, but I'm being led to believe that it means you like lots of sex. I wouldn't want to frustrate you just because it's not safe to have sex with me."

Seto sighed. "Joey, what I meant when I said that was—"

"I need to go practice my reading now, and then I hafta—have to—study my ancestry." Joey ignored the tears forming in his eyes, keeping his smile firmly in place. "Just have a servant lead you wherever you need to go."

The brunet huffed. "Joey, I—"

"I need to go before my uncle comes out and scolds me more, please," the blond stated quietly, pulling from his grip.

Seto rumbled in annoyance as he watched the other boy hurry away, then crossed his arms, tail twitching. It wasn't that he was worried about safe sex, necessarily; he was worried about hurting Joey accidentally because he didn't understand what his body was doing. He'd never seriously hurt any of his lovers before and he had absolutely no intention of starting now, especially with someone as skittish as the blond in question.

Feeling a hand on his arm, he turned, scowling. When he saw the redhead with the matching wings, however, he schooled his expression into a mild expression. "May I help you?"

She cooed at him coyly. "Master Joseph told me that I should… keep you company."

The brunet barely kept from rolling his eyes; he was sure that the blond had said no such thing, especially since he'd just talked to him himself. Instead, he turned his attention back to her and flashed a charming smile. "Would you mind if I saw the healer first? I had something I wanted to ask him before I forget."

She sighed but shrugged nonetheless. "Fine. …If you want to ask for a little 'pick-me-up' while we're there, I won't tell anyone!" she added, giggling in a manner that might have been demure if she wasn't trying to get into his pants.

He made sure to accidentally trip her with his tail.

.-.-.-.-.-.

"Of course he gets wet when he's aroused. He was born as a submissive partner."

Seto blinked, stunned by the quick and succinct explanation. "…Oh?"

The healer snorted in contempt. "You're such a Casanova, shouldn't you know that? I'll assume you've only had sex with women or men that have genes for dominant positions. Even if Joseph wanted to act the dominant partner, he'd still get wet. That's why Joseph can't fit into the position his uncle and aunt are trying to force onto him; while he's capable of being a leader, he's more comfortable following instead. Yes, he can be quite a force to reckon with, but what submissive partner isn't? My wife has asserted her power quite well over the past few decades."

Seto frowned and leaned back against a wall. "So he'll never fit in here, then. No matter how hard he tries."

"Why do you think his uncle and aunt are so hard on him?" The healer huffed. "He'll probably be married off to an unrelated black dragon; I've heard that his family has even sent out messengers inquiring about the marital status of all of lower ranked black dragons."

"…Why does he have to mate with a black dragon?" The brunet tilted his head. "I'm sure there are other well bred, high-ranked people that would love to be his mate."

The healer rolled his eyes. "I'm sure you're right, too, but you must remember that you're in a different country now. Here, pedigree doesn't matter as long as you look nice enough and your scales are the same color."

Seto frowned as he remembered all of the scolding the blond had gotten about his appearance and being unable to understand it. Joey was pretty even when his hair was messy and he was covered in mud—it was just a different sort of pretty than perhaps his oh-so-proper family was used to.

"His aunt and uncle haven't had sex with each other in years; they're too old for children, so they have sex with anyone they want," the healer continued in disgust. "But of course, Joseph doesn't know that. If he knew what goes on behind closed doors, he'd run away, and his family knows that."

"…That's the worst thing I've ever heard," the brunet muttered. "He should get out while he can."

"It's too late. His aunt and uncle have put so much work into him that they'd just drag him back. He'd need to go much further than he'd be comfortable going to escape them."

Seto crossed his arms. "…What if he went to another country? Would they chase him to and drag him out of another country?"

The healer frowned and turned to gaze out the window. "I suppose they wouldn't. Are you suggesting that he release you and follow you to your country? He wouldn't survive in the northern countries; he needs sunlight to maintain his higher body temperature and the northern countries don't get enough of it."

The brunet scowled. "Why does everyone keep saying that? I'm from a country to the south!"

.-.-.-.-.-.

Joey paused at his door, frowning, then hesitantly grabbed the doorknob. He'd forgotten about Seto all day, for the most part. Now, though, staring at the door to the room he'd be sharing with his… bed slave, he realized that he really didn't want to see Seto. Or… he didn't want Seto to see him.

Him and his freakish body doing its freakish things. His body that was repulsive and abnormal. He didn't even want to look at his body himself! He didn't want anyone else to see it!

…But he'd have to go in, eventually. One of the servants would see him standing outside, gossip with other servants, and his aunts and uncle would hear about it and scold him for looking so obtuse or whatever other fancy word they used for stupid.

Taking a deep breath, Joey sighed, then pushed open the door. He peeked inside and was sort of relieved that he didn't see the brunet. At the same time, though, he was sort of disappointed. Perhaps he'd gone to see his aunt after all… Or maybe he was with that servant girl, the red-haired one with the matching wings… Maybe even with one of the gardeners, since one of the servants had said he'd gone to the courtyard…

People with normal bodies. Not him.

Turning to shut the door, he laid his forehead against it, sighing quietly. He stayed there for a few moments, then bit his bottom lip and looked down at his robes. He'd heard the servants gossiping about his lost virginity because of the way he was covering himself and the way he limped. He decided to keep to himself that he was ashamed of his body and he'd actually hurt himself when he slipped on the floor and hit his ankle on one of the tub's clawed feet.

Joey hesitated before going to stand in front of the mirror. He lifted his hand to gently comb his bangs out of his eyes, then bit his bottom lip and looked down at his clothes again. After a few minutes, he began pulling his robes off, letting them fall to the floor around his feet.

…His body didn't look any different. So why did it act so wrong? Why couldn't he ever fit in?

Keeping his eyes on the mirror, he turned, lifting his tail out of the way. That was the only way he was different, wasn't it? He got wet when he… Well. He was sure that if anyone else saw it, they'd react the same way Seto had, repulsed and turned off. He shuddered and forced his tail down so fast that his scales slapped against his skin. He already felt the need to wash himself—wash himself thoroughly and then keep his freakish body covered.

He gasped as he saw twin sapphires glowing in the mirror and turned to face forward quickly, letting out a startled mewl as he was pulled up against Seto's hard, damp body, his face tilted up for a hard kiss. "Mnyu!"

Seto thrust his tongue into his mouth and growled, digging his hand into the smaller boy's hair. He curled his tail around the blond's to keep him from thrashing, pressing him up against the mirror as he plundered his hot, sweet-tasting mouth. He must have just gotten finished with dinner.

Pulling back, he examined the black dragon's face, frowning when he saw the cut on his lip, still bleeding a little. "What's this? Why didn't you get it taken care of by the healer?"

Joey looked away from him quickly. "…I-I spilled my soup on my clothes and was accordingly punished."

"What, those few drops? That couldn't have even been a spoonful—"

"How long were ya watchin' me!" The blond looked up at him and sobbed. "I thought ya were gone! How long were ya watchin' me, laughin' at me? How long-!"

"Laughing at you?" Seto frowned. "Why would I laugh at you?" He lifted a hand to cup his chin, using his thumb to gently wipe away the blood on his lip.

Joey jerked his head away. "Because I'm a freak-! Because I'm a boy and I get wet! I'm disgustin' and—and I'm repulsive!"

"Who called you a freak-? I never said you were disgusting or repulsive!" the brunet snapped. "I said I didn't think we should do anything until we knew why you got wet! I didn't want to accidentally hurt you!"

"Why don't ya go have sex with my aunt, or—or that servant that was hangin' off ya, or—or just anyone that isn't me!" The younger boy tried to push him away. "So ya won't hafta add a pity fuck t' your stupid reputation!"

Joey let out a startled whine as the brunet spun him around and slammed him back against the mirror. "Seto-!"

Seto snarled, baring his fangs for a moment, then grabbed the blond's chin to force him to look into the mirror. "Look at yourself! There's nothing different about you from me!"

"But I get—"

"I said look at yourself!"

Joey flinched and turned his teary gaze on his reflection. He looked frightened. "…What 'm I s'posed t' see?"

"You're supposed to see how beautiful you are." The brunet placed a hand on his hip. "Just because you get wet doesn't make you unattractive. You've still got a man's body. You're wet because your body thinks you should be. It's not something you can help. It's not common, but it's certainly not abnormal." He nuzzled the blond's neck and sighed. "…I think that just makes you more attractive. Knowing that when you get aroused, you start to get wet… Hmm. It seems you like being bossed around. And mirrors." His other hand stroked between his cheeks. "You're already getting a little damp."

The younger boy gasped and jerked his hips forward in embarrassment. "D-don't touch me there!"

"But you like being touched here. The healer said it's natural for you, and I think that's pretty sexy." Seto smirked. "Don't you like that I think you're sexy?"

Joey blushed and bit his bottom lip, hips trembling as the brunet continued to pet between his cheeks. "…I don't know, I…"

The brunet purred quietly, rubbing the ring of muscle still guarding his virginity. "Do you know why I think you're sexy?"

"No-!" the younger boy exclaimed helplessly. "How could ya ever—"

"Because I think the idea of burying my dick in your tight, dripping wet ass is incredibly arousing—"

Joey gasped in embarrassment. "Seto!"

"—And the thought of your body clenching around me every time I thrust into you—"

"Ngh!"

"—Just makes me want to throw you onto the bed—"

Joey squealed as he was thrown onto his bed and turned to scramble back off, screeching as the brunet grabbed his hips and pressed between his legs, the scratchy towel he'd been wearing rubbing against his thighs. "Seto!"

"And fuck you until you don't know which way is up!"

The blond mewed helplessly. He was embarrassed, but he really wanted sex; that was the entire reason he'd bought a bed slave, he just… didn't want to be aroused and then turned down again.

Seto seemed to sense this, though, and began nuzzling his neck, cooing, "Let's see if I can get you to feel sexy…"

…Joey decided he didn't mind if Seto tried to make him feel as sexy as he said he looked.

And Seto was right. Limping because he'd hurt his leg and limping because he'd had a dick up his formerly virgin ass all night were much different.

.-.-.-.-.-.

"How did you manage this, anyway? I didn't think your aunt or uncle would approve." Seto took a bite of an apple and reached out to gently brush the blond's hair out of his eyes.

Joey shrugged and snatched the apple out of his hand. "I'm not finished setting out the food yet. You're not supposed to eat until it's all on the blanket." He set the bitten apple among the other fruit. "My aunt and uncle are talking to some other high-rank people. They didn't want me getting underfoot and embarrassing them. Okay, now you can eat your apple."

The brunet grumbled to himself. "So bossy. Maybe I don't want that apple anymore. It's got a bite taken out of it."

"…" The younger boy gave him a glare clearly stating how stupid he thought he was. "Right. Fine. I'll eat it then."

Seto scowled and grabbed the apple out of his hand, turning to chuck it away. It splattered against a tree. "Calling my bluff has never been smart, Joey."

"I don't think anyone has ever accused me of being smart." Joey picked up a sandwich. "Seto? You're a noble, right? So how'd ya—you—get caught as a slave?"

"My family is quite affluent. However, my uncle thought I desired my cousin's crown, so he had me kidnapped and sold into slavery to a caravan headed north. I was such a bad-tempered slave, they sold me the first chance they got—here. And then you bought me, and here I am."

The blond frowned and poured himself a cup of lemonade. "So your cousin is some sort of prince?"

"Yes. He's next to inherit the crown. Personally, he can keep it; I wouldn't want to be king anyway." Seto reached over to grab a glass and held it out to allow the blond to fill it as well. "I'd be expected to be proper, and quite frankly, that's just too much work."

Joey chuckled and reached out to grab a sandwich. "I'd never figure you to be lazy."

"Well." The brunet shrugged. "If the word fits."

"Hmm." The younger boy looked up at him and smiled a little. "It's nice to just eat together, isn't it? I miss eating with my friends."

Seto frowned and grabbed another apple. "Why do you even stay with your aunt and uncle? You don't seem happy with them."

"Oh…" Joey bit his bottom lip. "…They said that as soon as I've come of age and have proven to be a proper lord, they'll let me invite my mother and little sister to live with us. I know they're okay now—they have enough money to get by—but I'd be more comfortable if they could live at the castle. It's safer there, and I'd be able to protect them."

"…If you say so." Seto had a hard time believing that anyone besides Joey's aunt and uncle would be happy or safe at the castle. Even Joey's other aunt (widowed after only two years, he'd been told) seemed miserable living there.

The blond peeked up at him from beneath his bangs. "…I'm glad… I'm glad we could eat together before you leave, too. I'm… I'm gonna—going to—miss you, and—"

"I like your accent," the older boy cut in. "It's cute."

Joey blushed. "…You're the first person that's ever said that."

"It's true. I could listen to you talk with that accent for hours." Seto smiled. "I'm sort of going to miss waking up in the middle of the night and hearing you mumble in your sleep."

The black dragon blushed even more. "I don't talk in my sleep!"

The brunet hummed and looked away. "Of course not."

"Gah! Shut up!"

Seto chuckled, then frowned a little. "…Joey, after I leave… are you going to buy another bed slave?"

"…I…" Joey turned his head away and sighed. "…Probably not. I like sex with you, but… I wouldn't want anyone t' see that I get… that way and be disgusted. Even if they are a slave."

"Oh." The brunet couldn't help being pleased. "…If I invited you to visit, would you come?"

The younger boy looked up at him, surprised but hopeful. "You'd invite me t' visit you?"

Seto smiled. "Of course. What I'm asking is, would you come see me?"

"Yeah!" The blond blushed in embarrassment when the older boy chuckled. "…I-I mean, I'd wanna see ya, but… S-shut up!" He covered his cheeks with his hands and sighed, then looked up at the sky. "…Y-you should be leavin' soon. You'll wanna get t' the border before dark."

The white dragon's smile faded. "…Yes, I suppose you're right."

"Just… make sure ya hit me hard enough t' knock me out for a while, but not hard enough for a coma, okay?" Joey added, trying to sound playful, but only managing to sound sad.

Seto stared at him for a moment, then smiled a little. "Don't I at least get a kiss for the road?"

"Huh? Oh…" He wanted Seto to stay, but he knew the white dragon didn't belong there, so the blond nodded and tipped his head up. "Yes." He moaned as the brunet dug his fingers into his hair and immediately allowed his tongue into his mouth. "Mmn!"

Seto kissed him quite thoroughly, tongue wrestling with him for a while before finally leaning closer, sucking and licking softly at the blond's mouth. Then, once he was certain the blond was distracted, he slid his hands around to gently grasp his shoulders and the base of his neck. The younger boy mewed quietly. The brunet caught the younger boy's bottom lip between his teeth, suckling it the way he knew he liked, then dug his fingers into his body. Hard.

Joey gasped, eyes widening in pain as the brunet's fingernails pierced through his skin. His body jolted. The last thing he saw before his eyes rolled back as he passed out was the brunet's intense, smug expression.

Seto licked his lips as the blond fell limp in his arms, then leaned down to kiss his cheek. Seeing how unhappy the younger boy was, how miserable his family had made him, had helped him come to the decision that, even if Joey got mad and tried to poison him with his barb, he wouldn't regret taking him away from his poisonous environment. He'd even allow the blond to invite his mother and sister to come stay with him—at Seto's castle, of course.

Luckily, Joey would be unconscious for at least six hours, and he'd wake up groggy. Seto would be able to say it had all been a dream and tell him to go back to sleep; if that didn't work, he could always work the same Python Grip that made him pass out again.

Setting the black dragon on the grass a few feet away, Seto took a moment to scatter the sandwiches, crush the fruit as if they'd been stepped on, and kick the pitcher of lemonade. After a moment of examination, he decided that it did indeed look like a fight had occurred. He turned and lifted the blond into his arms again, quite pleased with his handiwork.

He was certain that Joey would be upset, but when he showed the blond how much happier he'd be with him, away from his abusive aunt and uncle, he was sure he'd be forgiven. …Eventually.