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: Well, this chapter is a little strange…I guess you can say it has a lot of twists in it…and my a little bit of Out on Characterness, but I’m high on Garlic Powder because I was making Chicken Kiev for dinner and that’s the main ingredient…In the end I added too much Lemon seasoning which made it all yucky…*sobs* I’m a horrible chef, but I good writer, I already know that much, but review and tell me it please…uh, that was all a big long rant…enjoy the chapter please…Some lemon this time…like on my gross Chicken Kiev...

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So when we got back to the house and entered the main sitting room Seto and Sieg were going at it like wild animals. Each of them had said something offensive about the other ones brother. Mokuba and I wanted to laugh, but I couldn’t find it in me and that put a damper on Mokuba’s mood as well.

Then I remembered why I was around the raven haired boy in the first place and licked my lips. Mokuba did not see.

“Mokuba, lets go to my room so I can show you some of the new cards I have!” I pulled extremely gently on Mokuba’s wrist playing the part of an innocent child, the child that I used to be and Mokuba knew that I no longer was. But he followed me to my room most likely aware of what I wanted to do. I knew that Mokuba had no interest in dueling. (Namingly the insult that Sieg threw at Seto.) And I knew that he had no interest in the cards at all, and I wondered why he followed me when he knew that I was aware of these facts. But I found out.

I gently pushed Mokuba into my room as if I were excited of him entering it, and right before I myself entered…Sarah arrived.

“Leon! What are you up to? I just got off for lunch, do you wanna hang out or something?” She winked and giggled, Mokuba saw and blushed.

“Ah, I’m kinda busy right now. I’ll catch you tonight though at dinner. I’ll have them set an extra place for you at the table.” I winked at her and she went squealing off down the hallway obviously overjoyed. When she was gone I entered the room and shut and locked the door. The door locks are loud, which made me wonder why Mokuba didn’t notice.

“Hey Leon, what’s this?” Mokuba was messing around in my large closet. I walked quickly over to him keeping a loud prance in my walk to make him think that I was playing nice, which I wasn’t, and neither was he.

“What’s what?” I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head on his shoulder. He acted like he didn’t notice. I wondered why, but mostly I was wondering why he held nothing in his hands and was looking at nothing but a blank wall.

He placed his hands over mine, which were dangling quite close to the boy’s nether region, and leaned his head against mine. I froze, terrified. Did this kid actually have a thing for me? Was I about to rape someone who had the potential to give himself to me willingly? But those were the same thoughts that Mokuba was having too.

He tuned around to face me and I held my grasp. When I tried to pull him closer to me he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist too. He brushed his lips against mine and I could feel him getting hard, and I’m sure he could feel me as well. He stared directly into my eyes and I blushed. I forgot about the game before I let the blood flow to my cheeks. When two men held each other, whoever blushes first, goes on the bottom. He’s the girl, the bitch, not at all what I wanted.

“Now you can’t tell me you’re shy.” Mokuba’s voice became harsh and I was intimidated. He pushed his groin closer to mine and I blushed harder. “You were trying to rape me just now. I know it. But I’m going to have you instead.” He smirked and I glare daggers at him. He took a step towards my body thrusting his pant clad erection against mine. I faltered a step back. He kept this up until I managed to trip over the edge of my bed and fall back onto it. He began climbing onto the bed, towering over me. I tried to push him off of me, but he grabbed my wrists and held them above my head. I never realized how strong he was, nor how weak I was.

“I know that you and your brother are lovers! If you do this to me I’ll tell the whole world! You’re whole company will fall to ruins and your brother will get arrested!” He slapped me and for some reason tears fell, it seemed to hurt Mokuba more than it did me. It was obvious that he took no pleasure in hurting me like some other people did.

“And I know that you’ve slept with every member of your family and almost everyone that works in this house. You’ll go down in history as a little tiny whore. And you don’t want that do you? Incest, even with your mother? How disgraceful.” He captured my lips in a kiss before I could reply. I didn’t fight him. He was right. I began regretting telling him all of those things about me. If only I’d known that he wanted to hurt me too.

“Alright. You win. Take me. But be gentle, okay?” I stared at him, my eyes pleading him. I didn’t want to be hurt by him, not him, anyone but him. I loved him so much.

Love? Was I capable of love? I guessed that I was.

“I won’t, if you hold still.” He let go of my wrists, but I kept my hands above my head. He petted my hair and I lifted myself to kiss him, but he ignored me. I let out a sob that I knew would break into him somewhere. That’s how I played with people that I really liked. If they did something that I didn’t like I would pretend to cry and they’d end up trying to make it all better. “Now don’t be like that,” Mokuba said as he reached down and began undoing my fly. I whimpered loudly, frightened of his touches. “Stop.” He pulled off my shoes before returning to my crotch. I didn’t want to get hit by him, but I didn’t want him to look at all that I had to offer. I was embarrassed by him. I didn’t even know why. I just didn’t want him looking at my penis even though I knew it wasn’t exactly small. “You’re going soft, why?” Mokuba kissed me again, but I didn’t answer him. He knew why, but he didn’t care to resolve the problem. He knew that I wanted to be on top.

I whimpered and whined loudly as I felt him pulling down my pants and boxers, he actually slapped me across the face for it. I breathed heavily and tried to fight off tears. I felt defeated. He leaned down to whisper in my ear.

“Lotion? Do you have any?” I shook my head and told him to go without it, I was used to it. He slapped me again. “That’s not good enough! Don’t let your body be tortured by other people! Demand that they prepare you properly.” He kissed me again and ran his fingers through my hair. “You deserve it.” He left the room leaving me alone and confused. I began to wonder weather or not he’d left me for good, but then he returned with a bottle of lotion and I moaned. I wanted him badly.

I spread my legs as far as I could, wanting him to forget preparation, just to fuck me. I wanted it! I /needed/ it.

The first finger was inserted and I barely felt it. Automatically my mind shut out every feeling that I had. Mokuba was aware of that. He added the other two digits at the same time which made me flinch. He gave me a kiss trying to calm me, not once did he try to thrust his tongue in my mouth, that’s how I knew that he was always on the bottom. But that was obvious. I was glad he didn’t try to gag me with his tongue. It made me feel good. Then all three digits found my prostate. My sweet spot.

I moaned and writhered beneath my new master. He found my G spot. He had all the control over me now, but he didn’t know it. He did however, tend to hit that spot repetitively making me moan and then begin to whimper loudly after a while. Then he looked at me almost as if he was angry and I knew that he was done stretching me. I was terrified.

“Does it hurt you?” He thrust all three of the fingers a deep as they’d go and once again pressed on my sweet spot. I moaned let out a slight whimper.

“N-not really.” I offered him a smile and he hit me again. I was getting tired of him hitting me. I knew already that I had a hand print on my right cheek and now another one was forming on my left one.

“If it hurts, you tell me.” He glared down at me and I whimpered as he extracted the fingers.

“It didn’t hurt.” He glared at me covered my face with my arm to avoid being hit. This just made things worse for me. Rather that slapping my face, Mokuba decided to hit me as hard as he could between the legs. I whimpered and more tears fell uncontrollably from my eyes. “Damnit, Mokuba! Hitting my G-spot doesn’t hurt but you’re hitting damn well does! Cut it out!” I tried to push him off of me, with no success, and he just smiled down at me. He placed a gentle kiss on my lips and petted my hair.

“You don’t like it when I hit you,” he said in a nurturing way. There was a hint of sadness in his voice.

“No,” I replied dryly.

“So why do you let me do it?” It was that moment that I figured out what he was doing. He wasn’t hitting me because it gave him pleasure or power or because my cries were annoying. He was hitting me to train me not to let him do it. He wanted me to build my self-respect back. To bring back my humanity. To give me feelings and make me express them rather than ignore them and let the painful blows continue. He was trying to revive the fighter that used to be in me somewhere. It was then that I knew that he really did love me.

I moaned rather than answered him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders pulling him closer to me. I wanted him to stop with the lesson and just treat me right. It had been too long since I’d slept with someone because I really wanted to, and at that moment I wanted to and my lover was avoiding it. I guessed it was because he didn’t know what to do. He was always on bottom, he was basically loosing his actual virginity and he didn’t know what to do. It was rather funny. I was more experience than him, but I awaited his clumsiness eagerly and it came to me slowly with a lot of kisses and petting. I really did feel like I was a woman, and it bothered me. A lot…

By the time he got his dick lubed up and thrust into me I’d already began gong soft. He was kissing my hornyness away and made me just want to cuddle. I’d get like that sometimes if too many kisses and fluffy things happened. I’d fall back into an innocent state and just want to curl up and fall asleep being held by my lover. Mokuba seemed to notice that and he stopped with the touching all together. It made me kind of sad, but I didn’t say anything. I knew that we were getting to it.

I expected him to keep up with the gentleness all throughout our making out, but I was very, very wrong. The instant he pressed against my entrance something sparked in his eyes and he thrust into me as hard as he could and as deep as he could. I cried out, mostly out of shock at the sudden burning pain. Mokuba muffled me with a pillow that was on the bed. I pulled it off of my face and reached up to slap him for once. When I did, he just smiled and petted my hair again.

He pulled out to the tip and thrust in again, only more gently and took the time to find my sweet spot. He knew when he hit it, and I was afraid to let him realize it. I didn’t want him to use it against me. To torture me like my father and Siegfried and my master have. To avoid that spot all together. But he didn’t. He just smirked and hit it again and again and again making me moan and fist my hands in his hair, the closest thing I could reach. As he thrust into me I grew tighter rather than looser. My whole body was rocking back and forth in time with his thrusts and he’d find my G-spot every time he /knew/ that I was about to loose my mind. After what seemed like and eternity, Mokuba finally remembered to run his hand along my member to share more of the joy with me. I was glad he didn’t hit me or torture me in an attempt to teach me a new lesson. Every once in a while he’d squeeze my balls just to make me squeal. I couldn’t figure out why he was being so generous to me. The more he fondled me the softer and softer he’d thrust. I knew it couldn’t bee too pleasurable for him, but I didn’t say anything. I was afraid of a new lesson.

Then he did it. He located my G-spot once again and would press it repeatedly never straying too far from it. He was forcing me to cum and I couldn’t think twice before letting loose. I moaned loudly and Mokuba tried to quiet me with a ferocious kiss, but still not forcing a tongue into my mouth making me smile. After my orgasm he thrust harder and harder into me purposely avoiding my sweet spot to prevent me from getting aroused again and then released his seed into my body which stung, but not as bad as I’d thought it would.

He collapsed on me and I was bold enough to push him off. He smiled and gave me a kiss and started petting my hair again. I didn’t think twice before curling up next to him and falling into a light sleep. I think for sure that I was completely satisfied. At least for a little while.

There was a loud bang, both Siegfried and Seto were standing in my doorway, obviously Sieg has something that he wanted to tell me and make me answer truthfully so he could rub something in Kaiba’s face, but that statement, whatever it might have been, left his mind when he saw me. Siegfried had managed to unlock the door with a skeleton key that he always had with him. He looked disgusted and Seto, well, he just looked hurt. Mokuba was his lover, not anybody else’s.

“B-Big brother!” Mokuba looked at Seto horrified. He wasn’t embarrassed like I was. He still had all of his clothes on, unlike me. “I-I…It’s not…uh.” He bit his bottom lip and Seto turned away. He walked on down the hallway obviously trying to hold his temper. Siegfried on the other hand stared at us disgusted.

“Siegfried, go away.” I glared at him. I was trying to threaten him without words. He frowned, but walked away. He and I both knew that we would have to make this up to Seto somehow. Mostly me, after all, I was the one who’d started this whole thing.

I assumed that Mokuba would chase after Seto, or at least be angry with me, but he wasn’t. He gave me a gentle kiss and petted my hair, but went nowhere. I was glad. I didn’t want him to leave me.

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A/N: Well, that’s it for chapter 6. Please comment. I really really appreciate it…Any suggestions for what should happen next. If something doesn’t inspire me this fic will end up like my other one…which has been waiting for the last chapter for about 5 months and I haven’t been able to think of an ending so I’m stumped.