A Series of One Shots
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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74
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422
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Tristan, Duke and Yami: mskkid
MEMENTO
He had never liked Tristan, not since the day they had met and to be honest, I couldn’t blame him. Tristan looked at him in such a twisted way that looking back, I don’t know how he could have ever been willing to be near him. Tristan obsessed over him, wanting to break him down and make him his, like he could own him. Yes, that’s what it was. He wanted to own him…
They were never friends but were in the same circles, forced to make small talk at those big group get togethers. But what he never noticed was how whenever they weren’t being forced to acknowledge the other’s presence, Tristan would be watching him through dark, calculating eyes, teeth bared like some kind of animal, muscles tense as he watched him walk about, talking to others care free. The way he would talk about him to me…hell, it scared me. To know someone could see a person like that…
There can be no excuse for why I didn’t say something when Tristan started deeply considering breaking him. I sat by and listened, hell, I even joined in. It wasn’t me…it wasn’t my body…that’s what I’d said. What did it matter if Tristan taught him a lesson, made him respect him?
Yes, I’m not proud of what happened, but it did. And I helped. I fucking joined right along like the sadistic bastard asked me to. Hey, maybe I was the sadistic bastard too…
I don’t even remember feeling a thing when Tristan revealed his plan. I didn’t feel a goddamn thing. And the things he had suggested, the things that made Tristan’s eyes glaze over in lust, made his fists clench, they should have made me feel something.
They shouldn’t have made me nod my head in agreement, give my own sick, twisted suggestions that made Tristan laugh and speak with excitement. They shouldn’t have made me stay up at night, running over the plan in my head, fucking jacking off while I thought about it. No…that wasn’t human. That wasn’t what a fucking human being does.
And then that day…that day that is so ingrained in my mind, burned into my eyes, the day that I think of every time I shut my goddamn eyes, I was filled with such excitement that day. I hadn’t been able to sleep, my heart had raced, my stomach knotted and my mood fucking giddy. The way Tristan and I smirked at each other when we met up, the way we’d laughed over the materials he’d brought. Those things he’d bought…only a fucking monster would do that.
But the thing that’s ingrained in my mind the most was the look in his eyes. The look when we dragged him from his house, screaming and struggling. No…not our victim’s eyes…Tristan’s…
I’d never seen such a look in someone. So black…so void of emotion or sympathy. Just hard lust…sadistic, cruel lust. He wanted to hurt him…He wanted to hurt him so bad that he could never recover.
And I got off on it. I fucking got off on it.
The only shred of humanity I’d had in the next few hours was making Tristan keep him alive. Sure that had been the plan from the start, but I know…I know…that if I hadn’t been there, Tristan would have killed him. He wouldn’t have been able to stop himself. He was so far past the edge, of reason, of rationale, that the only thing he was listening to anymore was his cruelty and craving.
His voice still echoes in my head, I’d never heard him sound like that. The way each syllable could have such pure hatred.
“Fucking take it, slut. Or I swear I’ll cut your fucking cock right off…”
And he meant it, he would have if his victim hadn’t obliged. He’d had the knife right against it, pressing it hard against the base of his shaft.
I don’t know how he managed to even get erect. Maybe because he knew his life was at stake. Tristan demanded that he enjoy it. It wouldn’t have been enough for his victim to lie incapacitated or scared. No…he would have to enjoy it…
He still cried the whole time, still shook with fear, but he didn’t plead and he didn’t try to get away. Just like Tristan had told him to. Even though his body lie bleeding and broken, lying naked on that dirty floor, he didn’t say a goddamn word—he didn’t want to die. That’s why he listened.
But I know that Tristan, sick as he his, he took his victim’s early submission as some sort of twisted sign that he wanted what he was getting. That he fucking wanted to be beat, and kicked, and cut, and fucking raped. He could just block out how he’d spent the first 15 minutes in that room telling his victim exactly what would happen if he tried to escape. Who he would hurt, how he would hurt them.
And I stood by, I watched the whole thing, being the privileged one to get a first row seat. Tristan enjoying my company enough that he wanted me to enjoy the show too. Letting me jack off as I watched him slam himself into his broken body. And I had felt fucking exhilarated watching it. I don’t remember ever cumming so hard in my life.
The domination of it all, the thrill of knowing we were in total control, that this thing, no, it wasn’t even a person to us anymore, would do anything we told it to. That we held their life in our hands. Life had never seemed so delicate, so fragile as it did then. It made us feel like God, that this thin string could be cut at any moment as we saw fit. Over in a minute, the anticipation savored while the climax came and went in a second.
I still wonder how he did live through it, how even I was able to control that hard-driven lust I’d had for power. The way my cock would throb at seeing his blood seep around his body, the way the cum would mingle with it, like oil and water, the sounds he made. God those sounds…
I remember how I had sat in that chair, barely three feet from them, my legs spread and cock lying heavy in my head, throbbing with need. The way I had teasingly stroked myself, groaning as I watched Tristan thrust into him, grunting and slurring profanities against his victim’s ear, smirking the whole damn time. Tristan started out slow, his muscles clenching and unclenching as he pushed himself deeper into him. I remember how I’d pulled at my sac hard as Tristan sped up, I remember how my eyes were glued to them, I don’t think I blinked the whole time.
I remember how I’d reached down, running my fingers through the warm blood, smearing it over my cock, moaning in lust…lust over his fucking blood.
And when I cummed so hard I think I blacked out, when I cummed all over his face and Tristan laughed in entertainment. Telling his victim to lick that up. And he did…he fucking did.
And when it was over, when I’d had to pull Tristan back, hours later, when I knew one more cut…one more kick could kill him, we left him there. We fucking left him there to rot to show him his place. To show him who he belonged to, who owned him.
And the way Tristan looked at me as we drove back, smiling at me…looking at me in…appreciation. Saying to me, “Thanks for all your help, Yami.”
Thanks for all your help.
Like I’d just fucking helped him move or something.
Not just fucking raped someone with him.
Not just helped him almost kill someone.
And what can I say to you? The victim?
Sorry Duke?
Sorry you’ll never be the same? That your life will have changed forever because of some sadistic bastard and his helpful friend?
No. Somehow I don’t think that’s enough. I don’t think that’s fucking good enough.
And you know what?
I don’t think anything fucking ever will.
AN: I realized yesterday that I am filling requests for the end of January right now, which means there is a 6-month waiting list for these, lol. That’s crazy. I’m too slow I guess.
Anyway, I know I don’t have a lot of sadistic fans out there but I just can’t help it. I really love writing stories like these, even if its just occasionally. I love you all to pieces!
REVIEW REPLIES:
Kytrin: I think I have some mobiumshipping somewhere on my list. lol thanks for reviewing!
Right_read_time: I added it to my request list lol, sounds delicious to me. and normally I’m having fun with these, unless the request is just ridiculous, then its…tiring. Lol
Desertrosetemari: aww anything would be awesome? *blushes* you are toooo much! Lol xxoo
Mystralwind: lol I know, Honda isn’t one of my favorite characters, although I did enjoy writing him in this story, but yeah, whoop dee doo. Lol.
Roxas357: sure I can do that : ) I’ve added it to the request list! thanks for reviewing—glad you liked it!
Theultimatetoken: lmao, *grabs towel* well I love your reviews so I’m happy to have you on board for the other story! xxoo
He had never liked Tristan, not since the day they had met and to be honest, I couldn’t blame him. Tristan looked at him in such a twisted way that looking back, I don’t know how he could have ever been willing to be near him. Tristan obsessed over him, wanting to break him down and make him his, like he could own him. Yes, that’s what it was. He wanted to own him…
They were never friends but were in the same circles, forced to make small talk at those big group get togethers. But what he never noticed was how whenever they weren’t being forced to acknowledge the other’s presence, Tristan would be watching him through dark, calculating eyes, teeth bared like some kind of animal, muscles tense as he watched him walk about, talking to others care free. The way he would talk about him to me…hell, it scared me. To know someone could see a person like that…
There can be no excuse for why I didn’t say something when Tristan started deeply considering breaking him. I sat by and listened, hell, I even joined in. It wasn’t me…it wasn’t my body…that’s what I’d said. What did it matter if Tristan taught him a lesson, made him respect him?
Yes, I’m not proud of what happened, but it did. And I helped. I fucking joined right along like the sadistic bastard asked me to. Hey, maybe I was the sadistic bastard too…
I don’t even remember feeling a thing when Tristan revealed his plan. I didn’t feel a goddamn thing. And the things he had suggested, the things that made Tristan’s eyes glaze over in lust, made his fists clench, they should have made me feel something.
They shouldn’t have made me nod my head in agreement, give my own sick, twisted suggestions that made Tristan laugh and speak with excitement. They shouldn’t have made me stay up at night, running over the plan in my head, fucking jacking off while I thought about it. No…that wasn’t human. That wasn’t what a fucking human being does.
And then that day…that day that is so ingrained in my mind, burned into my eyes, the day that I think of every time I shut my goddamn eyes, I was filled with such excitement that day. I hadn’t been able to sleep, my heart had raced, my stomach knotted and my mood fucking giddy. The way Tristan and I smirked at each other when we met up, the way we’d laughed over the materials he’d brought. Those things he’d bought…only a fucking monster would do that.
But the thing that’s ingrained in my mind the most was the look in his eyes. The look when we dragged him from his house, screaming and struggling. No…not our victim’s eyes…Tristan’s…
I’d never seen such a look in someone. So black…so void of emotion or sympathy. Just hard lust…sadistic, cruel lust. He wanted to hurt him…He wanted to hurt him so bad that he could never recover.
And I got off on it. I fucking got off on it.
The only shred of humanity I’d had in the next few hours was making Tristan keep him alive. Sure that had been the plan from the start, but I know…I know…that if I hadn’t been there, Tristan would have killed him. He wouldn’t have been able to stop himself. He was so far past the edge, of reason, of rationale, that the only thing he was listening to anymore was his cruelty and craving.
His voice still echoes in my head, I’d never heard him sound like that. The way each syllable could have such pure hatred.
“Fucking take it, slut. Or I swear I’ll cut your fucking cock right off…”
And he meant it, he would have if his victim hadn’t obliged. He’d had the knife right against it, pressing it hard against the base of his shaft.
I don’t know how he managed to even get erect. Maybe because he knew his life was at stake. Tristan demanded that he enjoy it. It wouldn’t have been enough for his victim to lie incapacitated or scared. No…he would have to enjoy it…
He still cried the whole time, still shook with fear, but he didn’t plead and he didn’t try to get away. Just like Tristan had told him to. Even though his body lie bleeding and broken, lying naked on that dirty floor, he didn’t say a goddamn word—he didn’t want to die. That’s why he listened.
But I know that Tristan, sick as he his, he took his victim’s early submission as some sort of twisted sign that he wanted what he was getting. That he fucking wanted to be beat, and kicked, and cut, and fucking raped. He could just block out how he’d spent the first 15 minutes in that room telling his victim exactly what would happen if he tried to escape. Who he would hurt, how he would hurt them.
And I stood by, I watched the whole thing, being the privileged one to get a first row seat. Tristan enjoying my company enough that he wanted me to enjoy the show too. Letting me jack off as I watched him slam himself into his broken body. And I had felt fucking exhilarated watching it. I don’t remember ever cumming so hard in my life.
The domination of it all, the thrill of knowing we were in total control, that this thing, no, it wasn’t even a person to us anymore, would do anything we told it to. That we held their life in our hands. Life had never seemed so delicate, so fragile as it did then. It made us feel like God, that this thin string could be cut at any moment as we saw fit. Over in a minute, the anticipation savored while the climax came and went in a second.
I still wonder how he did live through it, how even I was able to control that hard-driven lust I’d had for power. The way my cock would throb at seeing his blood seep around his body, the way the cum would mingle with it, like oil and water, the sounds he made. God those sounds…
I remember how I had sat in that chair, barely three feet from them, my legs spread and cock lying heavy in my head, throbbing with need. The way I had teasingly stroked myself, groaning as I watched Tristan thrust into him, grunting and slurring profanities against his victim’s ear, smirking the whole damn time. Tristan started out slow, his muscles clenching and unclenching as he pushed himself deeper into him. I remember how I’d pulled at my sac hard as Tristan sped up, I remember how my eyes were glued to them, I don’t think I blinked the whole time.
I remember how I’d reached down, running my fingers through the warm blood, smearing it over my cock, moaning in lust…lust over his fucking blood.
And when I cummed so hard I think I blacked out, when I cummed all over his face and Tristan laughed in entertainment. Telling his victim to lick that up. And he did…he fucking did.
And when it was over, when I’d had to pull Tristan back, hours later, when I knew one more cut…one more kick could kill him, we left him there. We fucking left him there to rot to show him his place. To show him who he belonged to, who owned him.
And the way Tristan looked at me as we drove back, smiling at me…looking at me in…appreciation. Saying to me, “Thanks for all your help, Yami.”
Thanks for all your help.
Like I’d just fucking helped him move or something.
Not just fucking raped someone with him.
Not just helped him almost kill someone.
And what can I say to you? The victim?
Sorry Duke?
Sorry you’ll never be the same? That your life will have changed forever because of some sadistic bastard and his helpful friend?
No. Somehow I don’t think that’s enough. I don’t think that’s fucking good enough.
And you know what?
I don’t think anything fucking ever will.
AN: I realized yesterday that I am filling requests for the end of January right now, which means there is a 6-month waiting list for these, lol. That’s crazy. I’m too slow I guess.
Anyway, I know I don’t have a lot of sadistic fans out there but I just can’t help it. I really love writing stories like these, even if its just occasionally. I love you all to pieces!
REVIEW REPLIES:
Kytrin: I think I have some mobiumshipping somewhere on my list. lol thanks for reviewing!
Right_read_time: I added it to my request list lol, sounds delicious to me. and normally I’m having fun with these, unless the request is just ridiculous, then its…tiring. Lol
Desertrosetemari: aww anything would be awesome? *blushes* you are toooo much! Lol xxoo
Mystralwind: lol I know, Honda isn’t one of my favorite characters, although I did enjoy writing him in this story, but yeah, whoop dee doo. Lol.
Roxas357: sure I can do that : ) I’ve added it to the request list! thanks for reviewing—glad you liked it!
Theultimatetoken: lmao, *grabs towel* well I love your reviews so I’m happy to have you on board for the other story! xxoo