Brothel
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
4,459
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
"Show me what you'll do to get my pretty boy"
“You’ve had the blond nearly every night this week.” He’s sitting on the sofa, Pegasus’ arm around him, the smell of his scent not quite blotting out the odor of cooked cabbage. “Katsuya, is his name, Katsuya Jounuchi,” each word a caress, as he says it. “He’s a pretty little thing.”
“He’s well enough.”
“I suppose you think so.” Pegasus laughs. “How much have you spent on him? Five pounds is it? Six?” Stroking his cheek, “my other boys will be thinking you don’t like them.”
Seto stares at him. *I’m going to keep your Jounuchi this time.* Looking into his smile; *You can send your thugs, but I’ll be on my estate in Scotland.*
“Be patient, love,” Pegasus says, “I’ll get him for you.” Laughing pleasantly, “all in good time.” His hands know the way, undoing Seto’s trousers, as competent as if they were his own; he cradles his erection. “Show me how much you want him,” and, when Seto moves, “Faster now, you can do better than that.”
“I believe you’re in love with my Jounuchi.” Pegasus kisses him lightly. “Who’d have thought Mr. Kaiba was such a romantic?” Seto moves faster, his cock growing slick in Pegasus’ hand. In a soft voice, “cum for me; show me what you’ll do to get my pretty boy.”
*The police are going to catch you one day, Pegasus.* He can feel himself nearing climax. *You’ll be lucky if you spend your life in jail.* Closing his eyes, shutting out the whoremaster’s smile, *A lot of men have been hanged.*
*They do it in the prison yard these days: They’ll take you out of your cell at dawn. You won’t have your pretty hair, or your pretty smile; or your pretty boys…*
*You’ll be one of the kind that begs, but the warder will stand firm. The chaplain will say a final prayer for your soul, and you’ll climb the stairs, cold wind whistling through your thin prison uniform; they’ll put the blindfold on you, fit the noose over your neck…* Seto’s body tenses.
*Then the floor will drop away, and you’ll fall, neck snapping when it hits the rope…* He comes, shuddering.
*You’ll be nothing but a piece of meat then, Pegasus.* Leaning back against his arm, *They’ll cut you down, and you’ll rot in a pauper’s grave.*
Faintly, he hears Pegasus’ laugh. “Are we ready to visit Jounuchi, my dear?”
*Oh, yes, we’re ready…* Taking the whoremaster’s handkerchief, he wipes himself clean, stands, and adjusts his clothes. “Let’s get on with it.”
“He’s well enough.”
“I suppose you think so.” Pegasus laughs. “How much have you spent on him? Five pounds is it? Six?” Stroking his cheek, “my other boys will be thinking you don’t like them.”
Seto stares at him. *I’m going to keep your Jounuchi this time.* Looking into his smile; *You can send your thugs, but I’ll be on my estate in Scotland.*
“Be patient, love,” Pegasus says, “I’ll get him for you.” Laughing pleasantly, “all in good time.” His hands know the way, undoing Seto’s trousers, as competent as if they were his own; he cradles his erection. “Show me how much you want him,” and, when Seto moves, “Faster now, you can do better than that.”
“I believe you’re in love with my Jounuchi.” Pegasus kisses him lightly. “Who’d have thought Mr. Kaiba was such a romantic?” Seto moves faster, his cock growing slick in Pegasus’ hand. In a soft voice, “cum for me; show me what you’ll do to get my pretty boy.”
*The police are going to catch you one day, Pegasus.* He can feel himself nearing climax. *You’ll be lucky if you spend your life in jail.* Closing his eyes, shutting out the whoremaster’s smile, *A lot of men have been hanged.*
*They do it in the prison yard these days: They’ll take you out of your cell at dawn. You won’t have your pretty hair, or your pretty smile; or your pretty boys…*
*You’ll be one of the kind that begs, but the warder will stand firm. The chaplain will say a final prayer for your soul, and you’ll climb the stairs, cold wind whistling through your thin prison uniform; they’ll put the blindfold on you, fit the noose over your neck…* Seto’s body tenses.
*Then the floor will drop away, and you’ll fall, neck snapping when it hits the rope…* He comes, shuddering.
*You’ll be nothing but a piece of meat then, Pegasus.* Leaning back against his arm, *They’ll cut you down, and you’ll rot in a pauper’s grave.*
Faintly, he hears Pegasus’ laugh. “Are we ready to visit Jounuchi, my dear?”
*Oh, yes, we’re ready…* Taking the whoremaster’s handkerchief, he wipes himself clean, stands, and adjusts his clothes. “Let’s get on with it.”