What Became of Me (sequel to "I love You, But")

Title: What Became of Me (Sequel to “I love you but”)

Summary: Halo! Nice to see y’all again. I’m back and this time I’m taking a neglected couple and forcing them together through rape and then true love. All in the course of three weeks (which will not be the number of chapters in this fic nor the amount of time I update, just the timeframe of the story.) So I’m going to take Leon who was molested repeatedly by Sieg in my last fic and make him become a very depressed character who can’t be satisfied by anyone except Mokuba who is going to be staying in their house after a strange twist of fate. Leon has plans to use blackmail to force Mokuba to bend over for him, but could there be more than lust behind the abused teens eyes? Read and find out! If you love me you’ll comment….so comment or I’ll kill you in your sleep…. (NOT REALLY!!!!)

Disclaimer: I Do not own yuu-gi-oh or ANY of the characters…if I did the show would not be suitable for children’s eyes…and ohhh the bad TV reports I would have…not to mention the millions of dollars I would have. I wouldn’t have to go to this crappy collage…*thinks* oh heaven. (Yes I plan to keep my disclaimer the same for all of my FFs)

Author’s Note: Sorry it took so long. This chapter had a lot of things going on so it took a little while. It’s a little bit darker themed this chapter, and there’s a lot of Leon X Mokuba cuddling which I know you all love ^ . ~

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Now tonight, I thought that I would get to spend my evening alone, no one was supposed to come barging in to make me make love to them, even Sarah didn’t come near me. But I was stupid to think that I would have a peaceful night. In fact, tonight would be one of the most painful experiences of my life. (/One/ of the most, but not /the/ most.) And I don’t mean emotionally either.

Maybe I should’ve said it before. I have this one lover of mine, a butler in his early thirties, who just /loves/ to hurt me. His visits were seldom because he would make me so sore that I usually refused to go near him for at least three to four weeks after he was done with me, and because he rarely stayed past his hours. Unfortunately, tonight was one of the nights that he chose to visit. My master, as I was told to call him.

He came into my room bearing gifts of pain just before I was about to fall asleep. He closed the door utterly quietly and approached the bed without a sound, but I knew he was there. And I knew that I couldn’t fight him. He was strong, not just a little wimpy man with a whip who just wanted to feel strong. He’s out powered me before and punished me violently for trying to escape his kinky /love./

“We can’t have you sleeping so soon, now can we?” He reached out and pulled the covers off of me and was a little angry at the fact that tonight I was wearing my underwear. Usually I didn’t because people were /always/ in my bed waking me up to fuck. “Well, well, well…Are you out of the habit? Must I break you again?” He ran his hands down my chest to my waist and pulled at my boxers, managing to expose my dick. I hated having him look at me with his critical eyes. “You never get any bigger do you?” He smirks and strokes me before glancing at my eyes and then slapping me across the face. Somehow he gets pleasure in pushing me around, and for some reason, tonight, I’m not in the mood for it. And I’m stupid and backtalk him.

“I’m still bigger than you are!” I push him away from me only to have him slap me again, only harder this time and I just barely hold back a whimper that was rising in my throat.

“Behave now or it’ll be worse for you.” He pulls out what looks like a horse whip and places it right in front of my nose threatening to hit me. I don’t refrain from speaking nor do I behave, he’ll hit me with that damned thing anyway. And I don’t want it! Every time he hits me with that whip whenever he uses me, around the eighth strike a whimper always breaks from me. And I know that the whip makes noise and I’d finally gotten Mokuba to stay in the room next to mine and I know that if that whip hits me he’ll hear it.

“Can’t we do this another night you asshole? We’ve got company in the next bedroom and if you hit me they’ll hear.” I thought for a moment that I’d won, but I just made things worse.

“Alright then, we shall go to the servants lounge and play there. No one can hear you down there which means that you can be punished to the extent that you deserve.” The next thing I knew I was face down on the couch in the servants lounge with /my master/ whipping me. Each stinging blow leaving fresh cuts, always intentionally overlapping previous cuts. I’m just glad that it’s my ass he wants tonight, some nights he wants to whip my dick. I can’t handle that and because of that I get it worse and worse until I yell too loud and Siegfried just /might/ hear and just /might/ save me from my prison. If not save me from the man entirely, he just might make him put the whip away.

After around fifty eight slashes my master makes me suck him off. All the while pulling my hair or pushing me away just to slap me around a little bit and to call me his bitch. And that’s when I lost it…

For the third time he’s pushed me backwards off my knees making me fall onto the stone floor, then he towers over me with that whip in his hands and for some reason he slashes me across the face with it leaving a long bleeding cut from the very corner of my right eye down to my chin. I placed my hand over the deep wound and for some reason that made the man even angrier. He decided to take that whip and crack it across my crotch twice in a row, then stated that he just wanted to hear me whimper. That’s when I really lost it.

He can torture any part of my body that he’d like, but he is /never/ to touch my face. Even my father will not wound an area of my body that is visible. Never. And this man just slashed my face which I knew would scar and Mokuba Kaiba would see as would Seto and my father, and Siegfried and my mother, and Sarah who would be all over me making it all worse, and I would be rejected because I was no longer perfect. My pretty face was the only thing I had. And thanks to this man I didn’t have it anymore. Now I had a scar.

A scar, I had a scar now because I had sex with this man. I would be worthless in the eyes of someone as spoiled as Mokuba Kaiba. He would want nothing to do with me now, because of this man… This man… he made the biggest and last mistake of his life.

Now I’m not sure why I killed him…nor how I was going to get out of it, but wouldn’t you know the person who heard his dying scream as whipped him with his own whip and then stabbed him with the pocket knife he used to mark me with, was Mokuba. And he was the first person to find me, standing tall, breathing heavily, over a dead naked man on the floor.

I don’t know why I stripped him, or put on his uniform, but I did. And to Mokuba, it was creepy, but I was just glad that he didn’t see /me/ naked. At least not physically, but emotionally I was exposed, mentally I was exposed, I was screaming at a dead corpse all of my secrets, but he didn’t hear them, Mokuba did. And the look on his face made me want to slink into the shadows and hide away. He looked at me like he was watching a horror flick only that he was somehow involved.

He was afraid that I was going to kill him…but I was afraid that he was going to leave me. That he was going to run away and tell Seto and it would be in the media that I was a murderer.

But he didn’t. He stood there watching me with glassy eyes. Neither of us spoke. At least for a little while.

(You don’t know how tempted I am to end the chapter here and build suspense, but because I’m so awesome I think I’ll keep writing.)

“L-Leon…” He stared at me with his beautiful, angelic, judgmental eyes. I felt weak and I know that he sensed my insecurity. At the time he was probably trying to decide who had it worse, him or me. Him because he’d just walked into a room to witness a murder and hear all about my wretched sex life, or me because this man had hurt me so bad and I’d been treated so poorly that I’d just lost it. I wasn’t even sure myself, but Mokuba seemed to be. He believed that I must be the one who has it worst.

He walked towards me and I instinctively backed away. Some part of me knew that he wasn’t going to hurt me, but other parts of me, more powerful parts, feared for the worst. He kept coming at me, obviously at a loss for words. But could he say? ‘I understand’ no, that would be a lie. ‘It’ll be alright’ no, that couldn’t be a fact. ‘What’s wrong’ no that’s obvious. There was nothing to be said. Everything was in the open.

At least for me it was. I was standing there an open book on its last page that Mokuba had just finished reading. He himself was a book, but a closed one. People have always told me that actions speak louder than words; this would be a perfect example of a time when that is true. There were no words to be said; only things that needed to be done. In Mokuba’s mind the thing to be done was help me, in my mind the thing to be done…was him. I was just glad that one of my secrets was safe. The secret that I want nothing more than to fuck him…He can’t know that yet.

When he finally has me cornered, Mokuba runs his finger gently over my bleeding cut, wiping some of the blood away. For some reason, I am close to tears. Perhaps it was the pain from the lashes that covered my ass, or the two on my groin, or even the cut on my face where salt from Mokuba’s skin was making the dull throb become a sting. But maybe, just maybe, it was the pain in my soul that was killing me. I haven’t cried for a long time, I never felt safe enough, or weak enough. But at that moment, most of me died in his arms.

For some reason the look in his eyes made me just break down. I dropped the whip that I still held in my hand and nearly knocked the object of what was left of my affection off his feet as I embraced him. Seeking comfort I guess. I felt him withdraw from me at first, obviously frightened by my sudden movement, but he began petting my hair so gently when he felt me sobbing.

I tried to keep the thought of silence in my mind as I cried. I didn’t want to be too loud or obscenely emotional, but somewhere within the first three minutes I lost that thought and bawled my eyes out as he held me so securely.

“Leon, it-it’ll be alright now, he can’t hurt you anymore, okay?” He tried to pry me from his chest, to force me to look at him, but it proved impossible. I didn’t want to let go of him. He was my lifeline, if I let go, I died.

After a while I lost control of my legs and sunk to my knees dragging Mokuba down with me. I’d expected him to push me away by now or tell me to straighten up, but instead he just pulled me closer, comforting me more. And for some reason I started telling him things. Telling him about how this hell hole engulfed my life. About how my mother betrayed me, and my father, and Siegfried, and I even told him about annoying Sarah and how much I hated having to be with her. I told him about my /master/ heh, my recently deceased master, and how he used to beat me and everyone knew but wouldn’t help me. Mokuba listened to every word I said. And it made me feel at least eighty pounds lighter in body and soul. I just hoped that it hadn’t all drifted to Mokuba, but it didn’t look like it.

Once I’d managed to cry out all the water in my body and could barely breath, Mokuba began speaking the reality to me.

“I know you’re in no mood for this right now, but you can’t just leave that bastard’s body lying there, you’ll have to call the police and give them your situation. You’re wearing his scars so you won’t have criminal charges pressed on you. You’ll win the court case, I’m sure.” Every word of reassurance that he told me sailed right over my head. Police? Court case? What? “And you can have a private case so the press can’t get a hold of it.” I nodded and stood up, then helped Mokuba to his feet. “Do you want me to call them, or you?” Mokuba pulled his cell phone out of his back pocket. It was obvious that he hadn’t fallen asleep yet tonight.

I thought hard for a minute. I had to call the police myself or I’d look weak. But I was weak, so I made him do it while I clung to his arm like the frightened child that I knew was inside of me somewhere. And in about half an hour the cops arrived along with an ambulance, no sirens, and no flashing lights, as we’d requested. I’d like to keep my parents in the dark about this for as long as possible.

When they got to the door, Mokuba opened it before they could knock, and I hid behind him. I followed Mokuba as he escorted them to the body that they carried out of the house silently and then I was drug into an ambulance to have the wound on my face treated. Mokuba wasn’t aloud to be with me then and it made me feel unsafe. I didn’t really have much contact with the world outside of the castle, and in the world inside of the castle, everyone screwed me when I was alone with them. But the nurse who took care of me didn’t, nor did the police, even when they asked me questions.

I didn’t want to give in at first, admit that I, a Von Schroeder, had been raped and driven to insanity by some butler twice my age. But I gave in and told them and managed to start crying like an infant again and had to have Mokuba hold me so I wouldn’t fall over.

The police wanted to take me to the slammer for the night, but they guessed because the fact that I was a victim, and because money buys more than just material items, I got to stay at my house until a court date could be established. No media attention would be given to this, and I was to be examined by doctors tomorrow, the thought made me uncomfortable. I didn’t want them seeing that I’ve slept with more men than a girl at a whore house. But I knew that I would have to, so I said nothing.

Once all the cops and medics and other people were gone from the house Mokuba and I made up a plan as to why I would be missing the next day at noon. He suggested that we pretend to go out sight seeing due to the fact that this was the boy’s first time in Germany. I agreed and nodded. Simple and easy, I liked it.

But I liked something even more. And maybe it was a mistake, but it was Mokuba’s fault.

“Leon, if you don’t want to, you know, be alone tonight, you can stay in my room with me.” I wanted to deny Mokuba’s request for the simple fact that I just might get the urge to molest him, but the lights in my eyes told Mokuba that I wanted to stay with him. And for some reason I found myself unable to say no to him.

“Alright!” So I got to cuddle with Mokuba the remainder of the night. And for the shortest amount of time after I was completely sure that he’d fallen asleep, I got to grope him, feel everything he had to offer, but he rolled over after too long and I had to cuddle against his back, but his hair smelled good so I was happy. But the best part was, he wasn’t sleeping in my bed.

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A/N: Now comment you bloody bastards, I’d hate to think that I wrote this sequel for just one person, where are all my old fans who asked me for this neh???