Welcome To My Heaven
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,761
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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3/12
Title: Welcome To My Heaven 3/12
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 third day of Christmas, my kitty wrote for me...twisted Schu
Seto pissed off
And Jou molested by Farfie!
~*~*~*~
“Mmm...like cream and honey.”
Schuldig casually listens to the screams echoing through the halls. He reasons that Farfarello must have found a new toy. The last one broke days ago and barely lasted an hour.
He takes a long pull from his Guiness as he opens his mind to touch that of the victim’s. Schuldig could purr from the buffet of mixed emotions.
Rage.
Fear.
Shame.
Disgust.
Pain.
Determination.
My, my, even a little lust and pleasure.
And...what?
What is THIS?
A ball of black and purple shadows, coiling around each other like snakes.
Interesting.
‘SETO!’
But a mystery that will have to wait. Instant gratification always comes first.
Blue eyes.
Brown hair.
Dragon fetish.
CEO?
“When opportunity knocks.” Schuldig waltzes to Farfarello’s Little Heaven room and kicks the door open without effort. He leans against the doorframe as he takes another pull of his beer.
Currently, Farfarello is painting pictures on Jou’s chest, using the blood dripping down the blond’s chin from where he bit his lip.
The boy couldn’t look more pathetic in the redhead’s opinion. Covered in blood, semen dripping from his ass, thin body sagging against the pull of chains.
But if looks could kill!
Schuldig laughs and saunters in. “He has lots of fire, ja?” He laughs again when golden-brown eyes glare at him.
“I like his spirit,” the Irishman answers simply.
“Don’t break him just yet, liebe. This one is a favored toy to a rich and powerful brat. He could be useful.” Then, just for the hell of it, Schuldig up ends what’s left of his beer over Jou’s head, earning himself a growl.
Farfarello scowls and glares at the German as well, though whether it’s for being told not to break his prey or for the beer is impossible to tell.
Schuldig tosses the empty bottle aside, shattering it on the floor. He pulls the white-haired man into his arms. “Don’t pout, liebe. You can still play with him.” He scraps his teeth against Farfarello’s pale neck then bites his shoulder.
“Little birdie’ll just get thrown away. I want to break him.”
“Maybe. But he’s convinced that his keeper will find and come for him.” A vicious grin graces his lips. “It’ll be fun if he does, but the bait will have to be intact.” Farfarello snorts and bites Schuldig’s lip in a bloody kiss.
“I’ll grind his keeper’s bones and keep the canary,” Farfarello hisses.
“Then you’ll break his wings and make him sing.”
‘Fucking sick bastards! Talking like I’m not god damn here! Seto’ll kick both their fucking asses then I’LL kick their fucking asses again!’
Schuldig smirks at Jou. “What an interesting mind, pup.” He enjoys how the teen bristles at the use of the familiar pet name.
‘Shit! Another bastard that can get into heads!’
Hm, the golden boy is full of surprises.
As pleasant as it is to have Farfarello sucking his lip, he pulls away. “Need to see Crawdaddy, liebe.” Schuldig ruffles Jou’s hair as he heads out, grimacing for a moment at the sticky mix of sweat and alcohol. “We need to prepare a welcome for your trainer, ja?”
Jou growls low in his throat, but the sound dies down when the door closes with a heavy clang.
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 third day of Christmas, my kitty wrote for me...twisted Schu
Seto pissed off
And Jou molested by Farfie!
~*~*~*~
“Mmm...like cream and honey.”
Schuldig casually listens to the screams echoing through the halls. He reasons that Farfarello must have found a new toy. The last one broke days ago and barely lasted an hour.
He takes a long pull from his Guiness as he opens his mind to touch that of the victim’s. Schuldig could purr from the buffet of mixed emotions.
Rage.
Fear.
Shame.
Disgust.
Pain.
Determination.
My, my, even a little lust and pleasure.
And...what?
What is THIS?
A ball of black and purple shadows, coiling around each other like snakes.
Interesting.
‘SETO!’
But a mystery that will have to wait. Instant gratification always comes first.
Blue eyes.
Brown hair.
Dragon fetish.
CEO?
“When opportunity knocks.” Schuldig waltzes to Farfarello’s Little Heaven room and kicks the door open without effort. He leans against the doorframe as he takes another pull of his beer.
Currently, Farfarello is painting pictures on Jou’s chest, using the blood dripping down the blond’s chin from where he bit his lip.
The boy couldn’t look more pathetic in the redhead’s opinion. Covered in blood, semen dripping from his ass, thin body sagging against the pull of chains.
But if looks could kill!
Schuldig laughs and saunters in. “He has lots of fire, ja?” He laughs again when golden-brown eyes glare at him.
“I like his spirit,” the Irishman answers simply.
“Don’t break him just yet, liebe. This one is a favored toy to a rich and powerful brat. He could be useful.” Then, just for the hell of it, Schuldig up ends what’s left of his beer over Jou’s head, earning himself a growl.
Farfarello scowls and glares at the German as well, though whether it’s for being told not to break his prey or for the beer is impossible to tell.
Schuldig tosses the empty bottle aside, shattering it on the floor. He pulls the white-haired man into his arms. “Don’t pout, liebe. You can still play with him.” He scraps his teeth against Farfarello’s pale neck then bites his shoulder.
“Little birdie’ll just get thrown away. I want to break him.”
“Maybe. But he’s convinced that his keeper will find and come for him.” A vicious grin graces his lips. “It’ll be fun if he does, but the bait will have to be intact.” Farfarello snorts and bites Schuldig’s lip in a bloody kiss.
“I’ll grind his keeper’s bones and keep the canary,” Farfarello hisses.
“Then you’ll break his wings and make him sing.”
‘Fucking sick bastards! Talking like I’m not god damn here! Seto’ll kick both their fucking asses then I’LL kick their fucking asses again!’
Schuldig smirks at Jou. “What an interesting mind, pup.” He enjoys how the teen bristles at the use of the familiar pet name.
‘Shit! Another bastard that can get into heads!’
Hm, the golden boy is full of surprises.
As pleasant as it is to have Farfarello sucking his lip, he pulls away. “Need to see Crawdaddy, liebe.” Schuldig ruffles Jou’s hair as he heads out, grimacing for a moment at the sticky mix of sweat and alcohol. “We need to prepare a welcome for your trainer, ja?”
Jou growls low in his throat, but the sound dies down when the door closes with a heavy clang.