love dog

Title: love dog. (5/7)

Author: Rroselavy

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: S/j, J/oc, OC/j, S/oc, S/j/oc

Beta: PuppyUke **hugs** thanks for taking this last minute!

Spoilers: None

Summary: To protect his family, Jounouchi Katsuya works as a prostitute in a teahouse. When Kaiba Seto happens upon the blond in his new vocation, he becomes determined once and for all to put the blond in his place. Neither man is prepared for the fallout from the power exchange of their sexual liaisons.

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I've been instructed to put on the neatly folded clothes that Haha has given to me and to report to the entrance of the teahouse. There, a car is waiting for me. As I inspect the clothing, a thrill runs down my spine; it is definitely fetish wear, but nothing that a slave would don.

I slip on the black mesh and leather tee shirt, leaving the laces open at my throat; the friction of the slinky material against my nipples causes them to harden and peak. The butter-soft, black leather pants are replete with straps; it takes me a few minutes to figure them out. They are incredibly sexy and fit me like a second skin. There is a 4" gap in each thigh, where only two 2" straps hold them to the lower pants legs. Heavy-soled Doc Martens and a thick studded leather belt that hangs low on my waist complete the ensemble.

I eagerly assume that it is my Master who has freed me from the teahouse for the evening, and I'm excited to be out; though for all I know, He could have me performing at one of the many private functions that He hosts. At least though, that would take my mind off of Tomi. Tonight he has been offered to a guest, and I'm angry and jealous. I don't want anyone else touching him, and though I knew this day would come, that knowledge hasn't made it any easier.

I look at myself in the floor-length mirror in the front vestibule, and play around with my hair until it is the perfect combination of mussed and unruly. I have to admit that I look hot tonight, and I feel good about that. It has been too long since I've felt Kaiba Seto's lustful gaze burning my skin; I've missed him, but I'm still more than a little worried about what he will do to me for my indiscretions with Tomi. I don't think I could bear to lose my slave, though, of course, I know that I will have to accept that inevitability. I certainly can't add his debt to mine. The only other option is to share him with my Master, which is almost as unappealing. What if ends up that He would want Tomi more than me?

His driver opens the passenger door of the limo, and I clamber in, expecting to see my Master waiting for me. I'm disappointed that he's not there. The door clicks closed securely, and I sit stock still and alone on the bench, gazing out through the tinted window as I'm taken away into the night.

We stop on a side street in the warehouse district. It's a desolate area at night, and fear begins to creep into my belly. I worry that, somehow, I've outlived my usefulness, and that this is the end. But before it can fully take hold, the car inches past a line of people-club-goers-and stops at the front of the queue. The passenger door is opened, and the face of a bouncer peers in.

"Jounouchi-sama?" For a second I think he is addressing my father-no one has ever used honorifics towards me-then it registers, he is speaking to me. I nod my head dumbly.

"Come with me, and I will take you to your table." He offers me a hand out of the limo, and then escorts me past the velvet rope. I hear a murmur run through the gathered crowd, and do my best to ignore it as the club doors miraculously swing open for me. "This way," he says. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dim blue light inside. The air inside the club is refrigerator-cold, and the beat of the music is heavy and loud. We skirt a huge dance floor that is writhing with bodies and I sway to the beat as we make our way to a row of private banquettes.

I see that He has found me; His eyes lock with mine, and my skin tingles. I almost look away, He is my Master after all, but then I remember that we are in a public place. I smile at Him, and He smiles back at me appreciatively. I shiver under His predatory gaze. I slide around the curved bench until I'm seated next to Him. He dispenses with any pleasantries and ferociously attacks my mouth. My lips are crushed between His teeth and mine, and the taste of my own blood mingles with His unique flavor. I can tell that He's been drinking, there is a sweet undertone. I press against Him wantonly, reveling in being in his arms. When He lets me up for air, I whisper into His ear, "I've missed you."

He pulls away from me, His expression unreadable. Then He places His lips next to my ear. "Liar. I know you've had someone else to warm your bed." The hair on the back of my neck stands up, but then he whispers, "Don't worry. The idea of watching you fuck someone else turns me on." He nips my ear roughly. "And so does the thought of you being fucked up the ass by your lover while I fuck your mouth," he adds. Surprise, surprise, I wonder what wouldn't turn him on. He moves down my neck and suckles my collarbone hungrily. God, he makes me feel so good, so needed. I thread my fingers through his soft hair and then tilt his face up to mine. I stop for a second, because I know I'm treading dangerous waters here, but the lust in his half-closed eyes serves as a catalyst and I capture his lips. I ravish his mouth, and his compliance spirals my own lust to new heights. I close my eyes and images of me fucking him-his head thrown back in ecstasy-torment me. But, when he opens his eyes, they are green, like Tomi's. I come back to reality for a second, gasping. He pulls me tighter to him and I run my fingers over his shirt, the heat of his skin is radiating through it. The material is exquisite. As my hand slides over his chest, I feel his hard nipples through the thin fabric. I duck my head against his chest and tongue around the nub, smiling against his arching torso. He lets me continue my delicious torture, and I feel puffs of his ragged breath ruffling my hair.

"Let's dance," he says finally, breaking the spell, and before I know it, he's pulled me to the floor. I don't know how long we grind against each other; the beats change from time to time; but our dance is always the same. We are having sex with our clothes on; I can't keep my hands or eyes off of him, and I'm starved for the glimpses of skin that I see when the hem of his shirt lifts above his low-rise pants, revealing the sculpted planes of his abdomen. After a while, we are both drenched from the effort, and he leads me back to the banquette. A waitress swings by, but I miss what he's ordered for me.

I'm sweaty, but the cool air is flowing through my sheer shirt. I nuzzle against him, my lips on his neck. A thin film of sweat mixes with his exquisite cologne. I bite him none-too-gently and then soothe the injury, lazily licking circles on his neck. He tilts his head to give me better access and slides a hand underneath the gap in on of the legs of my pants. His palm traces circles on my inner thigh.

He stops and hands me a drink. Gin and tonic; I know before it touches my lips-the scent of juniper berries reminds me of my father. I've never touched the stuff; I've always been wary of alcohol, but the hint of evergreen also reminds me of one summer when my family went camping in Nikko National Park and hiked among the evergreen forests. It is one of few happy childhood memories I have, and I allow it to crowd out the more recent ones of drunken binges and stale cigarette smok. I down it quickly; the bitterness of the quinine is refreshing.

I feel the affects of the potent alcohol almost immediately, and emboldened by them, I latch onto the lobe of his ear. After toying with it for a bit, I whisper, "Y'know what turns me on?" Without waiting for his response, I answer my question. "The idea of fucking you." He responds almost immediately, by roughly pushing me away.

I'm in deep shit now, I think, and I'm afraid once more to meet his eyes. When I finally look up he is gone, and I'm thrown into a near-panic. I expect the bouncer to come along at any moment and unceremoniously drag me out to the curb. I search the crowd, and finally spy Kaiba in animated conversation with someone guarding a door. He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a wad of bills, and then heads back toward our table, corralling the waitress along the way.

When he gets back to the table, he grabs me roughly by the arm. "Let's take this somewhere ... more private," he breathes into my ear, and my cock twitches involuntarily. He. Doesn't. Mean? His tongue laves my ear and tickles the lobe, and then he's found the sensitive spot behind the shell. I close my eyes, allowing myself the luxury of the moment. And then he's dragging me across the dance floor toward the door that he'd been standing at a few minutes earlier. The man guarding it tips his head at Kaiba as he lets us through and closes the door. It is a VIP lounge of sorts, empty except for us. He pushes me onto a velvet couch that is set behind a low wall; I nearly smack my head into a thick glass tabletop as I lose my balance. I notice two drinks have been placed on that table. He's on top of me before I have a chance to right myself, his hands raking over my chest.

"You were saying?" he murmurs quietly, his eyes boring through me. His lips remain slightly parted, and I'm mesmerized by the tip of pink tongue that I just see behind his perfectly even white teeth.

There's no turning back now. I know damn well he heard what I said. I grab his head and pull him to me, crushing our lips together, I feel his cock pressing against my own erection, and electricity sparks between us when he moans softly into my mouth. I ravish him; our teeth gnash together and slowly I work on leveraging my body enough so that I can roll on top of him. It is no easy feat, but I manage it, and after a few minutes of persistence, I have him pinned under the weight of my body.

"Want. You," I gasp before setting to work on the buttons of his shirt. He's far too overdressed for my overheated libido. He grabs my hands roughly.

"Fine, but you don't have to destroy the shirt." He shrugs out of it and then he works feverishly on the belt I'm wearing, while I pull my shirt over my head. I take the belt from his hands, quickly catching both wrists in a loop. He looks up at me in surprise, but he doesn't fight me while I bind them, even though his eyes challenge me. For a second I think about bolting, but he looks too damned sexy that way-how can I pass up this opportunity to dominate him, to screw him senseless? And then, there is Tomi. If I'm half the master I claim to be, I would never abandon him. I untie Kaiba's shoes and then undo his pants and roll them off his hips. Neither of us wore under shorts. He lays back, his arms over his head. He knows how good he looks, and isn't beneath flaunting it for me. My pants are way too tight; I unbutton the top two buttons of my fly and readjust myself. I watch him lick his lips when he spies the head of my shaft peeking out.

"Like what you see?" I ask, and I play with myself a bit, then wipe a bit of the pre-cum off my crown and rub it onto his lips. He lowers his eyes and I see them glitter through the fringe of his lashes. Slowly his tongue works over the pink flesh, lapping up my cum. He'd make such a good slave, I think.

"Did you come prepared?" he asks as my hands drift down his torso. I'm stopped in my tracks, and he laughs mockingly. "I did," he exhales. I look at him questioningly and he nods towards his pants. "You'll find what you need in one of the pockets."

I freeze again. The temptation to run is stronger than ever. I know he's got a wallet and probably a ton of cash in there, probably enough for me to live on for quite some time. But something holds me back-he does-or rather, my desire to fuck him. I know this window of opportunity is closing fast, but my mind betrays me; I remember our literate conversations over the past few months and ... my cards. He got me back my deck, that singular act binds me to him. Or, maybe I am just the make inu that he was fond of calling me-his loyal pet.

"Are you having second thoughts, or just figuring your odds?" he asks as if he's reading my mind. I detect a strain in his voice. This is a test, but I'm not sure who's being tested. I know he's always been prone to tempt the fates, but the position I could leave him in would be far more than embarrassing; being bested by a common whore, and the lurid details of our relationship, would play well in the media. People love to see their idols' feet of clay. I wonder how printed pictures of the CEO trussed and naked in some exclusive club would affect the Kaiba Corp bottom line. I smile at the thought.

"What's the matter, you in a hurry?" I bluff, reaching for his pants. I find the lubricant-vanilla flavored-and rub a prodigious amount on my hand. As I find his entrance he visibly relaxes, and as my fingers press into his channel, I lean forward and tease his nipples with my tongue. I thrust into him slowly, feeling every inch of his silky walls; he groans softly and arches his back, pressing his chest harder against my mouth. My hard-on is begging to be freed. I kneel back on my haunches for a second and admire him in all his sensuous beauty. I'm going to fuck him like there's no tomorrow because, for all I know that may be true.

"Look at me!" I order, and his head snaps to attention. "That's a good pet," I nod. Now that I have his undivided attention, I begin to slowly undo my pants and unfetter my erection. I striptease for him and then I play with myself. He sighs quietly. His eyes are glued to my hands. "I'm not boring you or anything, am I?" I ask with a smile on my lips. I already know the answer to that. He shakes his head slowly. His eyes are almost all pupil, and his erection is massive. I don't think I've ever seen him this aroused. It's a shame I have no toys to use on him. Well, I've got one. I coat my shaft with some more lube and spread his legs wide. His skin is rosy with blood; he is glowing ethereally. I line my cock up with his entrance, and slowly but steadily push into and through his ring. He is trembling now; his skin is inflamed with desire, and I can't help but run my hands over his body wantonly. It's a rare occasion when he's allowed me to touch him at all and I want to memorize every plane and contour of his body; I might not get this opportunity for a long time to come.

I place my hands on the back of his thighs and push his knees up toward his chest. He is wide open for me, and I thrust into him deeply and pull out again easily. I change my angle and he gasps, his eyes widening impossibly. I flash a brilliant smile at him; I'm massaging his prostate with each thrust, and I have the feeling that he's never had this experience before. His skin is covered with a fine film of sweat, and he is panting and grunting in unison with my thrusts. I know that I can't hold on too much longer to my own impending climax; I let the exquisite feelings curl over me, and bask in the heat that radiates from low in my stomach and causes my dick to swell even more while buried deep within his tight passage. I come suddenly, taking great pleasure in knowing that he is still hard and needy. I pump his shaft a couple of times with my vanilla-scented hands, then pull out of him and take his sex into my mouth.

"Nng," he groans and I hum around his erection. The response is spontaneous and instantaneous. He empties his load into my mouth, and I greedily lap it up.

I push up off of him, grab my drink and down in one chug. I can't believe that I just fucked Kaiba Seto, and it was good. Damned good. I feel his hands land hard against my shoulder, and without thinking, I loosen the belt, and know that I've sealed my fate. Once his hands are free, he reaches for his drink and takes a deep draught from it. He pushes my wet hair off of my face and nuzzles me.

"I have to get you back to the teahouse," he says and I stiffen as reality comes back to bite me in the ass. That's right; I'm just his whore, and for all I know, he'd carefully choreographed every aspect of this evening, right down to how we would make love. "You didn't expect things to change between us, did you, Jounouchi," he says rather than asks.

I shrug my shoulders noncommittally. What was I expecting? That he would rescue me like some romantic lead in the movies? Sweep me off my feet with platitudes of love? Well, yes, as a matter of fact, I did. But that is beside the point; I'm pragmatic enough to know that he will never be my knight in shining armor.

He stands up and dresses, and after a couple of minutes, I do the same. I smell his sex on me, and find it incredibly arousing. I look around the room, memorizing its details while lacing up my shoes.

The crowd has thinned substantially by the time we leave the VIP lounge. He takes my hand in his and leads me toward the door. When we get outside we have to wait a few minutes while he dials for his car. I thought the guy would be just waiting here all night, but what do I know. Suddenly, I'm being propelled into the air; I land hard on my side, and my face smacking on pavement makes a sickly noise. All hell is breaking loose above me. I hear the bouncers yelling; there is a great struggle, and then Kaiba is pulling me to my feet.

"Are you alright?" he asks, brushing some street gravel from my clothes and inspecting my cheek. I'm sure there will be a terrific bruise there. I'm bewildered, and my face is in pain.

"What happened?"

"Do you know him?" Kaiba asks, and I turn around to face my assailant. I know him all right; it is the bastard yakuza who abused Tomi all those months ago. He sees me, wrestles a hand free from the bouncers who are holding him, and points a finger to his temple. I don't need to be a rocket scientist to interpret that sign. Suddenly, I feel very vulnerable, like the ground has shifted under my feet. Kaiba's limo pulls up, and he pushes me into the passenger seat and then closes the door. I'm alone, and can only watch the events outside the window as they unfold. It's as if I'm in a bad dream. Kaiba is toe-to-toe with the scumbag. He's yelling in Kaiba's face, and whatever Kaiba says in reply sends him into a frenzy. I'm afraid that he will break from the grip of the bouncers holding him and that he will be able to sucker-punch Kaiba the way he did me. That doesn't happen though, instead, Kaiba points his finger into the other's chest, and I see a shiver run through the tough guy. I could only image what he said to the bastard as he climbs into the limo, and sits heavily on the seat next to me.

"How do you know him, Jounouchi?" he asks, and there is a sense of urgency in his voice that scares me. I tell him everything; every sordid detail about that night. When I'm done, I wait for him to say something to me. We are in front of the teahouse, and I see a light come on, and Haha's visage is in the front doorway.

Kaiba looks at his watch. "Shit. I'm late," he says to himself, and then he finally turns to me. "I can't see you for a while," he says as he takes my hand in his. "You need to trust me on this, do you?"

"Trust you on what?" I say uncertainly.

"Trust that even though you don't see me, I will be taking care of you. You need to go now." He kisses me chastely on the lips, and the door opens.

Haha's voice sends chills down my spine. "Welcome home, Katsuya," he says, eying Kaiba warily. "Tomi's been waiting for you."

~tbc~