Abbreviated Peace

Abbreviated Peace

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Selfish Reality

Warnings: YAOI, strong LEMONS, bondage, possible sex-related violence (consensual though, mind you), strong S/M content and AU.

Pairings: Rex/Weevil, evidence of others.

Notes: Yeah, the R/W PWPs aren't cutting it anymore; I needed to write a full-blown story for the two! By the way, I tried to keep this just straight romance but the drama snup oup on me. I think I did a pretty good job of keeping it angst free though. A little bit of Gundam Wing had twisted it's way into my mind while I was writing this, so don't be surprised if you see a pilot or two somewhere in here.

Thanks: To NEB just cuz I can and to piss him off because he hates this pairing. (By the way, I'll shoot you in the head if you also hate this couple but are reading my story anyway.)

Disclaimer: I do not claim rights to any YuGiOh references or character names. Don't sue me!

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I sighed and shifted again in the booth I had claimed in more populated area of the bar. It was the 'social' part of the underground club, where non-members could enjoy the place's services freely. I however, was a proud member.

I stayed silent though, content but not content in my dark shadow as I watched the sex craved teenagers and adults grind random people in the mob that was the dance floor. I never mingled with them, but it was fun to watch and wait. What or whom I was waiting for I couldn't tell you, because I didn't even know. I smiled and nodded at passing patrons whom I've come to befriend, and converse lightly with Jou as he returns to fill my glass once more. He's the barkeeper's servant, a 'Pet' as their called around here, but he was still one of the friendliest people here.

There were three classes of people in this club, the 'Pets' who were the submissives, the 'Trainers' who were the dominants, and the 'Master' who over-saw the entire operation. There was only one Master though, and no one knew him personally other than his personal Pet Yugi, but we were all told to call him Pharaoh if we were ever to run into him. I've only had the pleasure of meeting him once, and that was for my admittance to the cult like group.

I had earned the title of a Trainer, because I absolutely hated being an uke in any relationship, but I had only touched two of the 'Free' Pets, the ones who had no Trainer yet. Their chosen names were War and Peace, and they were twins.

You see, underneath this upbeat, local clubface was a dungeon of sorts, a large, gym like room blo blood red carpet and steel walls that was for members only. It's where the Trainers took their Pets to play and teach, and it's where the Master sat to watch over the participants. It was a bondage club, and if I were to go down there right now I would be assaulted with various platforms, suspenders and tools in with which to pleasure and to discipline a partner. I had not been downstairs though in a few weeks, having not been in the mood for bondage. I had ordered Peace the other night though, only because I had not been sated in a good while, but had not taken him to play, much to his amusement. Peace, you see, was the quieter, softer twin that would rather be taken passionately than roughly, while War loved the whips and chains, loved being forcefully dominated and punished.

They both had long black hair kept up in a single, cruel ponytail at the nape of their skulls, with bright hazel eyes that differed between them. Where Peace had a touch of virtue War was all evil.adnadn't been in the mood to wield my favorite whip at the beautiful backside of War that night last week though, so I had bought Peace instead.

I slump back into the black cushioned booth and scanned the dark, gloomy like room once more, noticing again how everyone was wearing some form of black or was all out goth in appearance, but saw this with blind eyes. I caught the barkeeper, Seto Kaiba, stealing his Pet's lips in the back of the bar and pointedly ignoring the guests demanding refills or drinks. I smirked at the tall Trainer ravishing Jou's mouth hungrily, shaking my head slightly. You'd be amazed at the kind of people that came here to apply, like Kaiba for instance, the CEO of a major company. Who would have thought a billionaire like him would be caught dead in this kind of 'dirty' place when he had a name to uphold. He was lucky people either didn't care or never took the time to remember his face.

Once admitted and labeled a Trainer or Pet, you were given a nickname, and no one was to know your real name under any circumstance unless you were coupled. Like Kaiba, he had chosen to be called Dragon, or Trainer Dragon if you wanted to know how other members than myself addressed him. Jou's name was Puppy, as so given to him by Kaiba. It had taken me a few days to come up with a name suitable enough for me, and with the help of Yugi, or Pet Puzzle as was his title, I had found one after a while of searching. I was addressed as Trainer Wild.

I moved to stretch, and then stand, scratching my neck lightly before heading towards where the now blushing blonde was making his way out of the bar with a tray full of drinks. He grinned at me as he passed, and I nodded again, watching his barely clothed form walk away from me. All Pets were restricted from wearing anything but short black shorts upstairs here, unless it was a woman then they were aloud the decency of a bra, but while in the dungeon the only thing Pet's were permitted to wear was a collar with a tag reading their Trainer's name. They didn't even have permission to wear shoes.

I settled myself now at the bar counter and order another drink from the tall Trainer catching up with the grumpy patrons. He stopped to talk with me briefly before moving on, busily attending to everyone. Kaiba was the one who had gotten me into this place, had introduced it to me when we had met through a business conference almost a year ago. He had been buying out the company I was spokesperson for, and although I would never admit it, I had sold him the industry mainly because he had brought me here. It was sort of a thank you, and the only other person who knew that was Kaiba himself. It was nice to know he appreciated the gesture though, because after I had been laid off from Yumi Software because of the merging he had immediately given me a job on his board.

Jou and him were not the only couple I knew here though, and I could easily spot one of them in the crowd up here. Trainer Diamond and his Pet Ring, the two identical albinos dancing fluidly against one another in the midst of the hungry crowd, was the easiest one to find. Diamond had a reputation known to everyone that had ever come here, member or not, and it was the reason the two were mainly isolated even when they were in the middle of everyone. I had been introduced to them the very first night I came here in search of release, but unlike Kaiba, Jou and Yugi I have never learned their real names and haven't ever seen them outside of this place. They were relatively silent, keeping mostly to themselves, but whenever the couple occupied a corner of the dungeon, it would become a show. Diamond had been one of the very first members to this club when it was founded, and was a very experienced Trainer. He had had two other ukes before Ring had finally become a Pet, but by then Diamond had perfected the art of taming a partner. Now, whenever they played downstairs it was perfect, like they had practiced it, and even after almost four and a half years they had not touched or considered another person.

It was kind of funny how people mention how they seemed 'destined' to be together, and I had laughed good-naturedly at the thought of soul mates meeting at a bondage cult.

I drank slowly, watching the people move and wondering if I should buy Peace again for tonight. It was a weird feeling, to be in the mood for sex, but then to not be in the mood for sex at the same time, almost neutral. I was still stuck on whether or not I should when a slender blonde woman sat next to me, ordering a Bloody Mary and turned to grin saucily at me. I shook my head and rolled my eyes, smirking back at Trainer Rose.

"Good evening Wild."

"Hello Rose."

She smiled wider, taking her requested drink from Kaiba and turning lustful violet eyes back to me. I knew this one, Mai, personally although I had never learned her last name. I had met with her a few times at work, her being Mr. Hundai's secretary while I had been his spokesperson. I had introduced her to this realm of sin, and we had become closer friends over the nights we've met here. I've never touched her though, and she's never found any interest in me because we both swung in the direction of homosexuality. The main difference was that she had already found a Pet, where as I had not.

"How's Feather?" I ask, referring to mentioned Pet, and Mai shrugged, running her finger along the rim of her glass.

"She's fine, but she's starting to get annoying."

"How so?"

"She hasn't wanted to play in so long I've almost come close to considering a new Pet."

I feel my eyes grow a touch wider at this, noticing the almost regretful look in her usually confident features. She looked so controlling in her tight leather jumpsuit, made perfect for her Harley with the glossy black c and and purple flames, but to hear her breaking down under her Pet was surprising. She had once told me she thought she loved this girl, the newly graduated Anzu who would soon be shipping off for college, but I sensed depression in the blonde next to me when her eyes stayed fixed on her glass.

"Don't worry about it, Rose. I'm sure even you could have predicted getting tired of the girl. Hell, she annoyed the shit out of me and I had only met her once and for no longer than five minutes."

Mai chuckled and finally took a long sip on her liquor, smiling again and looking a little brighter. We continued to talk on other things, her mainly demanding to know when I was finally going to decide on a Pet. I had told her before about the two I had been ordering recently, and how if I chose just one I would eventually want the other at one point and would never be able to settle on just half of the set that seemed to always come in a pair. She claimed she understood but I had the nagging feeling she didn't, that she was just agreeing with me because she knew I hated to argue.

It was a few minutes later that she checked her wristwatch and pulled out a small notepad, big enough to fit into her tight back pocket, and flipped open the cover and past the first couple of pages.

"So, are you going to order them again tonight?" She asked, snatching a pencil from Kaiba's leather back pocket as he walked by, causing him to turn and mock glare at her before returning to clean the recently used glasses. I hummed, trying to remember if I was or not, and Mai waited patiently.

She was the Club Surfer as well as a Trainer, she made rounds at about el pm pm to see what 'Free' Trainer or Pet would be ordering a servicer that night or not. She kept it in the tally book to eventually report back to Master Pharaoh the next morning after all the appointments had been satisfied so that the Master knew if anyone had been newly claimed. Eventually, I nodded slowly, and Mai started scribbling things in the times slots.

"Who and what time?"

"Just Peace again, and I got to be home early tonight so schedule me for midnight this time."

"You got it! I'm sticking you in the Silk Room though."

"What? Man, I hate that room." I complained, but she just rolled her shoulders.

"Sorry hun, but the Velvet Room is booked solid until tomorrow, else I'd put you in there."

"Ah, don't worry about it. Thanks anyway."

She nodded and wandered off with a smile, leaving her empty glass for either Jou or Kaiba to wash and I stood once more, a little more restless tonight then I usually was, and stood facing the dance floor, back leaning against the bar's edge. The loud voices mixed with the equally loud music were calming to me, and I glanced momentarily at the DJ behind the records. He stood on a platform in the corner next to the two largest subs in the room; his spiked blonde hair bouncing lightly from the sound vibrations surrounding him. He was a Trainer as well, as were all employees up here aside from the occasional Pet that waitressed or tended to the guests. I believe the DJ's name was Trainer Gold, but he was hard to forget with his tanned skin and sharp lilac eyes that contrasted against his color. The blonde hair made him stand out as well, but also made him nearly identical to his Pet Rod, who was shorter but with straight blonde hair. I didn't know them personally, and I had only met them once when they had been conversing with Diamond and Ring.

I stifled a yawn, not sure why I felt drowsy but moved towards the back of the place anyway, seeing a familiar face and being bored out of my mind as I was needed someone to talk to.

I approached Trainer Dice with a smile, my hands in my pockets and pace moderate. The emerald hairoungoung man looked up in time to see me just as I was getting to his booth and waved me closer even though I was heading there anyway.

"Hey Wild, how yah doing?"

"Ok I guess. You don't mind me joining you do you?"

"Not at all, take a seat."

I did, and was seated next to another boy that looked almost too young to be here. He was shy and scooted closer to Dice with my joining them, his neon green collar glinting with the black lights as he snuggled against what was obviously his Trainer.

"Whed yod you find a pet?" I asked my former co-worker, now the independent businessman going by the surname of Otogi. I believe he just recently opened his own Game Shop in down town Domino, but didn't mention it as I watched the couple exchange touches.

"This is Luck, and I've owned him since last week." Otogi announced proudly, wrapping an arm around the thin, pale shoulders of the nervously smiling young man.

He had short, cropped blonde hair and brilliant aqua eyes that shown with not only newly lost innocence but proclaimed intelligence, and I gasped softly when I recognized the boy's face. Otogi knew my reaction, and only smiled brighter.

"You're kidding me. Quatre Winner, owner of the Winner Industries Chain, a Pet?"tatetated more than asked, and Otogi chuckled while his Pet Luck blushed chastely. I laughed lightly as well and reassured him not to be timid about this place. In order to get him to loosen up I told him about Kaiba and the kid immediately relaxed. I knew he wouldn't blab on Kaiba either, because he would be in just as much 'trouble' as his fellow CEO if he decided to let the world in on Kaiba's secret.

I don't remember time ever flying by as quickly as it did tonight, but I soon found myself alone again, as Dice had taken Luck downstairs to continue his nightly 'lessons' on the blonde, still working on teaching his Pet how to behave and mold him into the slave and lover he desired. I envied him, as I did Kaiba as I watched him take his leave with Jou when his shift ended, the two moving to the dance floors to join Diamond and Ring who were still there, although their movements were a little more demanding. It wasn't long that the albinos themselves left in favor of the dungeons.

I glanced at my watch when I noticed Mai approach me again, this time not smiling but in her serious business mode. She sat across from me in the booth I had shared with Otogi not long ago and flipped through her notepad tiredly. I could tell she had finished with her rounds, but something was bothering her, I knew, as she chewed on her 'stolen' pencil.

"What's wrong Rose?"

"I-." She broke off, eyes scanning the notepad quickly, repeatedly as if to make sure, and she looked back up to me.

"Peace isn't here tonight," She said. "And War stayed home as well to make sure his brother was alright."

"What's wrong with him?" I asked, a little more concerned than bothered.

"Sick or something, they have to take him to the doctors tomorrow."

"I hope he's ok, and not just for my sake."

Mai grinned, and pulled out another folded up piece of paper from her breast pocket, opening it and reading through it. I waited, wondering what she was going to have me do, whether it be order someone else or just forget the order all together. She looked up as she laid the paper on the table and spun it so I could read what turned out to be a list of names.

"Pick one." She said, and I read over the names, noting the letter next to each name was either an 'f' or an 'm', stating what gender each person was.

"How do I know it's a Pet or a Trainer?"

"This is a list of Pets. I have Trainers on another paper."

I nodded, and read through the names. Usually a name had something to do with how a person looked or acted, because a 'Free' Pet got to choose their own names until they were claimed and that Trainer wanted to rename them. I didn't really know which one I should choose though, and frowned. Mai once again waited patiently.

The names were interesting, some relating to colors, others to citiesst tst to random things like Cloud or Cardinal. I ran a hand through my multi- colored gray and auburn hair, scratching at my scalp lightly, but I stopped when I found the name Venus. I predicted it to be female but was surprised to see it was a male's name, and raised my eyebrows in thought. Curiosity peaked for the night I told Mai I wanted Pet Venus and was just ready to get this over with. Mai gave me an unreadable look after I told her the name of the servant, but said nothing and wrote the name in the order slot before leaving, promising that the room wouldn't burn down or anything. I chuckled and turned my head back out to watch the blur of people once more, letting the time tick by as I dazed. I briefly remember ordering another drink from a different Pet, one I wasn't sure I'd seen before and watched the lithe young man return to the bar curiously. Once I saw the graveyard- shift barkeeper I almost smacked myself in the forehead. The barkeeper right now was Trainer Death, while the Pet I had just ordered from was Pet Wing.

'I must be tired.' I thought, wondering how I could have not recognized Wing's hard cobalt eyes and naturally untamed chocolate locks of hair. Trainer Death I could never forget, I knew, with his thigh-length chestnut hair always done up in a tight braid that trailed the length of his spine.

I shook my head and calmly waited for my order and watched the clock until I had already finished two rounds and the hands were just about to touch on twelve. I sighed when I saw the ever-familiar Trainer Spike walk out into the club's atmosphere, searching for me with his hazel eyes. I stood and walked towards the tall young man with straight brown hair, tipped black, and smiled when he saw me. He was the Keeper of The Rooms, he carried all the keys and ushered all patrons and servants at their designated times. He was also Jou's best friend in the outside world, his real name Honda.

I followed him towards the hidden back hallway that only members were aloud into, his key ring jingling as we walked through the silent corridor. The carpets, the doors, and the walls were black, except the soundproof walls had golden hieroglyphs painted along them. Some would tell you it was a story, the story of Master Pharaoh's life, but I couldn't read Ancient Egyptian, and never really bother to try and understand the dead language. We wouldn't be aloud to stop and try to decipher the messages anyway; it was a rule that only Honda was aloud to congregate in this hallway for safety reasons.

We came up to a door labeled 'SR' sooner than usual, seeing as how the room I normally went to was further down, and Honda unlocked the room deftly, showing me inside with a wave of his hand.

"Enjoy yourself, Wild." He said, voice low and sultry. I nodded to him before he closed me in and locked the door again from the outside.

I took a breath and pulled my jacket from my shoulders calmly, tossing said article of clothing onto the white, Victorian armchair on my left before slipping my shoes off. I didn't like to waist time on extra clothes when it got to it, and liked to rid myself of them before I called for my servant to enter for the night. I studied the room for a moment, taking in the navy blue carpeting and silk royal purple bed coverings and drapery. I didn't like this room as much as I loved the Velvet Room, only because silk was very hard to get a good grip on and velvet just felt so good on your skin when you were hot and sweaty. Well, to me it did.

I looked over my appearance in the mirror in front of the bed, another reason I didn't like this room mind you, and fiddled with my black, button up, long sleeve shirt and smoothed down my black jeans just for appearance statement. If this were just Peace or War like any other time I wouldn't have cared about how I looked, but this was a servant I hadn't ever met before, so I wanted to at least make a good proclamation. I was suddenly glad I hadn't worn my favorite old hat tonight, if only because it made me seem younger and less the dominant person I really was.

Shaking my head at the mirror that I wished weren't there, for the mere fact that I didn't like watching myself for some reason I turned towards the second entrance way. I was probably inwardly self-conscious, but I ignored the random muses and walked across the room opposite from the door I had come in through. This door was also black, but besides it there was a small white button, begging me to push it. It would open the sliding door to allow my servant for the night to come and join me, and, almost hesitantly, I reached out and pressed it in firmly.

The door slowly slid away and I found myself holding my breath for what I might see.

I was able to stop a gasp and managed to push my animalistic urges away when I saw the pale boy in front of me. He was shorter than me, if only by an inch or so, with teal colored hair that fell in front of his eyes and rimmed his ears, evenly cut. It framed his gray eyes along with thin-wired glasses that didn't really have a color but accented what innocence seemed to exude from the young man. I stepped back, body on autopilot but mind still fried from the exotic appearance of the Pet. I hadn't expected such beauty from a boy, because I had never seen such before, not even in Peace when he had begged me to teach him love. This one was different, and silent.

Usually a Pet would introduce themselves and come right on in to make themselves at home because they were so used to pleasing people, but this one took small, almost timid steps as if he'd never been here before. He kept his mouth firmly shut and his hands clasped together in front of his naked body as he moved to stand at the foot of the bed with his head down.

I closed the door and followed him, reaching him in a few strides to stand directly in front of him. He shivered, and I wondered if he was cold, but said nothing, noticing how he was vaguely trying to cover his manhood with his thin-fingered hands. I grinned warmly, for god knows what reason, and placed both my palms on his shoulders. He flinched, but looked up and I quickly schooled my features into a blank one, watching and judging him closely. I didn't wish to break a servant, I only wanted release. Surely Peace would be fine the next time I ordered him, and I wouldn't have to frighten this poor thing as much as I seemed to be doing.

"Pet Venus, I presume?" A nod was my answer, and I looked at him straight. "I will not hurt you."

His already large eyes widen a bit more, but he nods again and I notice with a touch of satisfaction how his hands move to his sides comfortably. He was putting his body on display, a show of fragile trust and I stood back up to circle him. He had the smoothest skin I had ever seen, never once had it been touched by the tooth of a whip like mine, never once had he been punished, and I frowned, wondering how long he had been in service here.

"Why do you not have any scars or proof that you're actually a servant here?"

He flinched again, and lowered his head quickly, trembling slightly, but then he opened his mouth and responded in a whisper.

"I'm ignored." Were the words he spoke, so low I almost missed them completely.

"But wouldn't you have been taught the basic proper behaviors anyway?"

Another nod, and I gave up trying to communicate with the boy. I was getting painfully aroused anyway, just letting my eyes travel the length of his body slowly, letting the pads of my finger tips brush against the small of his back gradually.

"Get up on the bed." I order, and he does as he's told, sitting on the edge of the mattress and watching me with hardened eyes. I wonder briefly if they had always been like that or if I was imagining things.

I stepped up closer to him, until his knees were pressed lightly against my lower stomach and waist, and leant over him so that I could post my arms on the edge of the bed, looking at him eye to eye. He seemed confident now, a little braver, and when I pushed forward to kiss him I found him responding eagerly, mouth opening to welcome me inside immediately. I was a little thrown off at first, but then groaned at his complete and utter submission, the feeling of my domination over powering my senses as my hands slid from his thighs to his knees and parted them.

I was able to slip between them easily when he wrapped his legs around my waist tightly, pulling me to him as his arms reached up to wrap around my shoulders. I frowned inwardly, not liking how aggressive he was. If he were my Pet he would have been punished for such valor. I growled as a warning and he took the hint, pulling his arms back to hold himself up from the mattress instead. I was distantly very glad he learned so effortlessly.

One of my hands found the back of his neck, the other found its way back to the end of his spine and I pulled him flush against me, hearing him whimper breathlessly as I continued to ravish his mouth with my greedy tongue. For some reason this boy had sparked the fire that was my hormones, and instead of like earlier where I wasn't sure, I was now positive I wanted to pound the servant into the mattress. I didn't know if it was his physical appearance or just his innocent yet experienced aura that made me want him, but tonight he was mine.

I pulled away after another short minute, and stepped back to view my servant. His eyes were slightly hooded ans chs cheeks were flushed a pale pink, but that was just the beginning, and both he and I knew it. I straightened my back, never taking my eyes from the boy, and let my arms hang at my sides.

"Undress me, slowly." I ordered, and Venus slid off the end of the mattress to land on his small feet.

His fingers came up to the first button on my shirt, but then fell down two places seeing as how I had the top three undone to begin with, and started opening the fabric at the speed I had requested. I was pleased when he kept his eyes locked with mine the entire time, our gazes unwavering as he slid his hands back up my stomach and chest to ease the shirt down my arms. I was tempted to shiver deliciously at the silkiness of his touch, but chose to drag my own hands up his arms instead. Unlike me, the boy did tremble very faintly, and almost let his eyes close but restrained so he could undo the button on my jeans.

My palms were resting firmly on his shoulders when he slowly fell to his knees in front of me, pulling my pants to my ankles and having no boxers to deal with because I had not found a reason to wear any tonight. I had my fingers slipping up his neck and into his hair when he leant forward to pull his tongue over the head of my engorged member and I barely controlled a hiss of approval. He could tell I wasn't going to stop him though by the look on my face and proceeded in taking just the tip between his plush lips and sucking gently at first. His gaze wasll oll on mine even as his hands slid down to tug my pants the rest of the way off my body and set them to his side, the whole time increasing the suction on my penis. I concluded than that he could give exceptional head, but stopped him from continuing anyway.

"Stop, and stand back up."

He did without any real hesitation, and my hands moved down his backside as he rejoined me in stance, my palms falling to rest on his firm bottom. Squeezing slightly and bringing our bodies both completely against one another again I almost smiled at the way he gasped silently, straining to keep his eyes in focus, and thought of something.

"Can you see without your glasses?" I asked, and the boy nodded once. "Then take them off."

He reached up and gingerly removed said spectacles, looking for a place to put them and I removed my hands to glide back up his spine. I took the glasses from him and carefully let them drop to the puddle of my pants on the carpet, before looking back to see his face again. He squinted for a while, before his eyes returned to their normal size, and I almost gave into the impulse of throwing him over the bed and taking him roughly. The innocence, although hidden now behind walls of a deep gray color, was much more prominent than I had expected without his glasses on, and something about that touch of purity turned me on horribly.

I claimed his lips in another serious kiss, and he moved his tongue with mine, rubbing them together as I subjugated his mouth once more, thrilled with the rush of power I felt over the servant. One of my hands gripped his jaw, the other running down his body to grip his newly, equally hard member at its base.

"You will not come until I say so if I say so, understood." I ordered against his lips, receiving a curt nod as an answer and a hitched moan under his breath when I squeezed the throbbing organ a touch harder. I moved my hand from it within the next moment and saw the brief disappointment in his eyes before I removed my other palm as well.

"Back on the bed, in the middle, on your back."

He backed away from me to climb on the bed backwards, seemingly unwilling to unlock our eyes as he lay down unhurriedly. His movements were almost subconsciously seductive, I noticed, and I licked my suddenly dry lips as I watched his light muscles move beneath his creamy skin as his vaguely open legs exposed his most private areas, if only a little bit.

"Spread-eagle." I said, voice growing husky even to myself.

I watched as he intentionally took his time in spreading his thighs further, his arms stretching to angle towards each bedpost. I sucked in a small breath and moved around the right side of the mattress, opening the small drawer on the side table and pulled out a medium sized tube of sandal wood lubric num numbly placing it on the tabletop and dimming the lamplight. I hated it when it was bright, and it was probably because I didn't really enjoy sex in broad daylight. I have never figured that one out.

Along with the tube though, I retrieved two arm cuffs, both made of thick leather and the interior lined with a dark purple silk that, as of yet, has never torn and set them next to the lube. I saw Venus watching me, and I turned to watch him again when a soft, almost inaudible moan escaped him. When I looked I noticed he was restlessly staring at the cuffs, and I soon realized bondage excited the boy. I smirked and caught his chin again, bending over to take his mouth pitilessly before standing back up and retrieving one of the cuffs.

After firmly placing each of his wrists into their confined bindings, I connected each of the silver rings to the hooks on each bedpost before moving to the foot of the bed once more, fully enjoying the supple panting and the anxious tossing of my captive's head.

"Patience, Venus." I tell him smoothly, reaching out to run two finger pads down his seemingly hairless leg. I wondered for a moment if these 'House' Pets like him and the twins were ordered to do such a thing, but the thought passed as I crawled to kneel between the boy's legs calmly.

"This is the only time I'm doing something by your word, understand?" He nods again, licking his own pink lips and watching me with lustful eyes. "Since it deals with your well being I'm going to request that you choose whether or not I should prepare you."

The servant looked a little bewildered at first, and a twinge of guilt pulled at my mind to think that this beautiful creature had never before been given the end of such an important decision. It took him a few moments, and he visibly calmed down a bit even with his still hardening member in front of me, but eventually he nodded his head in an almost cautious yes. He was lucky I wasn't as naïve as a lot of the other Trainers here, and that I understood that yes meant he wanted prep, otherwise he might have been punished for lack of using his voice.

I bent over his heated body to kiss him, a little more passionately than the last few times, and reached out for the tube that sat waiting for me to use it. I busied myself with memorizing the inside of his mouth with my tongue while my thumb twisted the lid off as best it could, successfully coating my two fore-fingers generously. I eventually slid them down his body, my other arm keeping me hovering above him, and circled his entrance gently with the first finger, teasing him whenever I happened to brush against that certain little spot behind his sac that sent him into minute whimpers. I felt his legs moving against the sheets, kicking tenderly and bending slowly and trying to keep them spread, as I wanted them. Vaguely, I was proud of this little Pet, how obedient he seemed to already be when it had taken weeks to train Peace and War how I wanted each of them to act. They were stubborn young men, but this one was very, very submissive and learned extremely efficiently, which was just the way I liked my servants to be.

Almost too carefully for the way I usually was, I pushed in my first finger, briefly amazed at the tightness of Venus's body, and began a deliberate thrusting with the digit, loosening the walls of his passage. The second soon joined and I scissored them decisively, making sure he not only felt them fully, but that I relaxed the inner muscles as best I could. He had asked to be prepared, and even though I preferred for them not to be, I didn't wish to hurt him. I might just order him again, and the last thing I needed was for him to fear my visits.

He was panting moderately by the time I eased my fingers from his hot body, and I broke off the extensive kiss I had been coaxing him to comply with to look down at him. His flushed face and expectant eyes locked onto me as I lowered myself to my elbows, breathing in his surprisingly sexual air and pressing our lightly sweaty bodies together. He gasped and his arms tensed, squirming in their holds but not trying to get free, his experience for repression horribly obvious.

Normally, in a mood like this, I would demand the servant to beg for contact, to beg me to take them, but I had this feeling that Venus wouldn't because of a more personal reason. I respected his reason for silence though, even if I didn't know what that reason was. I settled merely for rubbing our erections together to taunt him, and took his pitiful whimpering as words, which is what he clearly meant to begith. th. He was tensing his jaw and trying desperately to keep his eyes open, not breaking the unspoken rule of not allowing blindness for the night. I liked to see him watching me though, it was weird, to feel like he didn't trust me although it was proved he did even in the least little bit when he enthusiastically let me restrain his movements.

Using a hand to hold myself firm, I guided my bloated member to his quivering entrance confidently and forced myself in a little ways. I groaned at the downy feeling of his walls clamping down on me, and continued to enter him steadily. Venus himself was making the most enticing little noises in the back of his throat, but I knew that aside from whimpering that was the only noises he would give me. I wasn't as disappointed as I had thought I would be, a serene feeling of understanding allowing me to see the more arousing of his traits better. Like his hazy eyes, locked onto mine, the darkening of his skin as it flushed with desire and just the basic tousled look his slightly messy hair created. It was surprisingly very poignant.

I heard and felt my own breathing pick up a few notches as my journey into his bfor for the first time ended as I came to the hilt, bracing myself above him on my elbows once more. My fingers were gripping hard into the sheets, and I realized now the stress it took to keep my eyelids open. I felt I owed it to him to at least make him somewhat equal, if ever at all.

I barely had even rested a moment before pulling back not so gradually as I had entered, and picked up a rhythm quickly, a hard thrusting pace that the boy writhed to, moving his hips with me. I was almost tempted to scold him for trying to advance the speed without my approval, but was unexpectedly turned on further to his breaking out of the shy shell he had been in to begin with. I wouldn't let him get away with that further than the small pushing of his hips though, I liked my power and I didn't like to share when it came to sex.

I followed his small lead and picked up my moving, effectively shaking the bed softly against the wall but bound to pick up soon. Venus's mouth was working, forming the shape of an irregular 'O' repeatedly as he looked to be forcing himself into silence. I smiled a small, cocky smirk and leant down to plunge my tongue back through his lips, moaning at his semi-mint taste and the feeling of his tight body contracting around my thickened cock sweetly. It was too different sensations that I was more than happy to experience, and drove myself into him more furiously, demanding that he grant me my request for release.

I couldn't maintain the kiss that long though, having required the intense need to breathe suddenly and reared back to hold myself up now on my hands, arms outstretched, snapping my hips forward more forceful. I pistoned harder, now successful in banging the headboard against the back wall loudly, the boy's breathing growing ragged and demanding, hitching every now and then with a twist or a yank on his arms, his back arching.

I slid one of my hands lower as I kept my now semi-frantic tempo up, jolting Venus's hips jerkily with each pelvic drive and gripped his thigh tightly. I paused temporarily to adjust one of his lithe legs, wrapping it around my waist to better my angle and moved back inside forcefully, hitting his prostate and causing his eyes to snap wide and his mouth to drop hard. I almost wanted to laugh, but chose to take advantage of the opening and plundered the sugary orifice ruthlessly with my tongue once again. It was mine; I owned it for the night, every inch of his gorgeous body, inside and out. I shivered suddenly at that thought, loving the feeling it sent through my spine and straight for my aching cock.

Very nearly ripping my mouth from his I moved lower and bit down into his neck, hard enough to draw a little blood and the young man jumped, gasping violently, his body convulsing slightly. I felt his muscles tensing harshly, clamping down on my hard on, and I growled into his skin, sucking on the small amount of blood that flowed from the wound and measuring each thrust carefully, aiming for his prostate and hitting it every time. He knew the warning with the sound of my snarl, and I felt his strain in keeping his orgasm at bay.

The coil in my stomach was wrung tight, and it's release started in a ripple of shockwaves that washed over me drowning my common sense until I had only carnal instinct left, and clenched my eyes shut as my finger nails dug into the slippery silk, filmed in sweat as my hips snapped forward in an animalistic fashion. The jerky movements punctured Venus's breathing, as it did mine, and the intense rush of pleasure that crept through me before ferociously rushing out of my body to fill his took what little of the air I had from my lungs callously. In an effort to stretch my orgasm I grinded my hips against his slowly, rubbing my emptied member against his molten inner walls and trying to catch my breath while at the same time reveling in the aftershocks.

I had not forgotten that he had yet to come, his sharp panting and small, feeble whimpers reminded me anyway, but he could wait a few moments while I fell from my heaven back into reality.

I opened my eyes to find him still watching me, begging me silently but not looking as if he expected the release he desperately wanted. Again I felt the pang of guilt rise in my chest at how poorly this boy must have been treated in the past, and leant forward to press our lips together. I did not demand entrance for this one, it being more of a lazy gesture than anything, a reassuring one, and pulled my softening self free of his warmth.

He looked vaguely surprised when I moved down his body, my own limbs weak from the effort I had just put into that little excursion, and came face to face with the young man's angry red cock. It was overly hot to the touch as I wrapped my fingers around the base once more, and sucked the head into my mouth without making the poor servant wait much longer. I heard his sharp gasp above me, then the thrashing of his head against the silk bedspread, and smiled slightly around his pulsating member. I started bobbing my head quickly, alternating suction as I pumped my hand along what I dared not try to fit down my throat. It felt like he was still holding it back though, and, being curious to see if he were still following my direction, I looked up, balancing on my one elbow as my other hand continued moving along his shaft.

"Are you waiting for me?" I asked, mostly knowing the answer already, and nearly smiled widely at how quickly he nodded, legs wriggling around me almost impatiently.

"Relax, enjoy yourself. You may come whenever you feel you've had enough." I tell him, tone tired but still managing to be sultry.

I half expected him to just burst right then, but he raised his head a little to be able to watch me, and I leant back down to resume my earlier oral. I soon realized that he wanted to take this experience to the fullest extreme, maybe because a customer had never taken this much time on his pleasure, and I wrapped my free arm under his left thigh to be able to get a finger to his entrance. He mewled quietly when I managed to force the digit in, and began inwardly searching for his 'sweet spot' while my throat and tongue worked around his painful erection. I knew I found his prostate when he thrust his hips upwards, burying himself as far as I would allow him and came hard, a strained noise escaping his throat.

I swallowed most of his seed, but never really liked the taste of the stuff and let the rest dribble down his finally relaxing arousal, which had fallen back to rest on his lower stomach as he breathed dramatically. I didn't stay where I was long, and snaked my way back up to face him, and couldn't help my impulse to smile warmly down at him. He swallowed hard, eyes wavering on closing but never getting there, and I kissed him once more, this time gently maneuvering my way through his mouth. He allowed his own tongue to dance with me languidly, and finally closed his tired eyelids for the first time since we started. I couldn't help it if I was a 'pillow talker' though, couldn't help if my mood dampened greatly after both my partner and me had finished and if I became more romantic when the part for whispering sweet nothings came about. I never did all that stuff though with these servants, they weren't my Pets, and they weren't my lovers, they were orders.

Instead of saying anything, I continued to slowly make out with the pale boy as I freed his arms, which by now I'm sure had been getting sore from all the tugging and pulling he had done during the session, and sat back up near the foot of the mattress. I glanced to my left at the clock above the mirror and sighed, heart beat finally slowing enough to allow me to breathe properly, and slid off the bed. They allowed the House Pets a chance to relax for a while before the room had to be cleaned for the next appointment, so I was surprised when Venus nearly jumped to the edge of the mattress when I bent for my pants.

He shook his head; eyes back to normal but now glimmered with fatigue, and put his glasses back on quickly, a reflex type move. I cocked an eyebrow questioningly when he took my black jeans from me and faced me, almost smiling as he knelt before me again. What he did surprised me to no end, and he blushed the entire time, but the little servant had redressed me himself, not letting me put anything back on but my shoes. Yeah, I had had my socks on during the whole thing, but they were irrelevant.

After he finished helping me into my coat he averted his eyes a little, once again clasping his hands in front of him and bowing his head ever so slightly. I don't know what made me move to, but I lifted my hand and ran it through his hair so that he met my gaze again, before I let my fingers drop to trace the outline impression of where my teeth had broken skin. I wanted to give him something reassuring; to not make him feel like he hadn't helped, in more ways than one, but couldn't find the words and knew all too well that my expression was blank. Instead I merely let my hand drop and turned to leave the room slowly, exhaustion eating slowly at my insides. I don't look back at him, for some unknown fear I might want to stay that nagged at the back of my mind, and shut the door behind me resolutely.

The opening of the door would have buzzed Honda, and I looked to my left to see said tall young man walking towards me, grinning slightly. He always had that look on his face whenever a customer came out of a room satisfied, and I shook my head as I followed his long legged pace back out into the club half of the building. He waved me off and I nodded as I walked along the board walk and towards the bar counter, noticing how much the place had died down a bit but not by much, and how reacquainted Kaiba and Jou were becoming in a dark corner booth. Funny, I figured they would have either gone downstairs or home by now to be more alone, but they always were the biggest exhibitionists.

t Trt Trainer Death at the counter, him wiping down the marble top with an old white rag, his Pet behind him and looking as bored as I've ever seen anyone in here. I returned the braided man's smirk and he tossed the washrag into the sink besides him.

"What can I getcha Wild?" He asked, deep, raspy voice revealing his slight tired nature but careful not to make him seem like he didn't like his job that way. I leant onto the counter and stifled a yawn, knowing my cheeks were still heated and that I probably reeked of recent sex but that's what this club was about. I shrugged,

"Just need my wallet and stuff back."

"Alright, it'll take a moment though 'cause I gotta call Eiji down here."

"I got time." I said, dismissing the time issue with a small wave of my hand, and Death's Pet stepped up to me.

"Would you like a drink while you wait?" He asked in his smooth alto, the kind of voicopleople usually drooled over. It had confused me at first, and I had thought he was the Trainer and Death was the Pet just by appearance and mere voice, but had laughed it off later when Death had been humble about it and said he got comments like that a lot.

"Yeah, just a Labatt's Blue though. I have to drive home in a few."

"Bottle of glass?"

"Bottle, just so I can take it with me."

The Pet nodded once, polite as ever, and left for the backroom's freezer to retrieve the requested beer. I glanced over to see Death on the phone with no doubted the Head Bouncer WuFei, and grinned when the Trainer laughed loudly into the receiver. The two were best friends, always goofing around. I had heard that one time Pharaoh had almost threatened to kick both of them out for good if he caught them bullshitting around on one of their work shifts, and had only rolled my eyes because I believed it.

Moments later and almost both at the same time, Death hung up the phone and Wing returned and gave me my beer. Eiji was up here the very next minute to unlock the back storage door. In the room was where they kept the members' personal belongings, such as wallets; car keys, money and I.D.s, another safety precaution, and we weren't aloud to carry them on us while here, doing anything. Drinks and food were charged to our monthly bill, while non- members had to pay up front.

The tall, bulky Security Guard walked over towards where I sat, asked me if I was the guy leaving and I nodded, telling him my Trainer name and he retreated into the hidden room. I sighed, drinking down my order and watching the dance floor again. The DJ was different, I noticed, but I couldn't place the woman's name, and grinned when I noticed Kaiba had dragged Jou back out to dance. The man loved to dance, especially when it was to dirty music like they were right now, grinding against each other hard, both sweating lightly. I turned ban myn my seat to finish off my drink just as Eiji came back out with my old black wallet and my key ring with a lonely two keys hooked to it. Car keys and house keys, that's all I needed.

I bid them all good nights, handed Wing my empty bottle and told them I'd see them next weekend before heading out into the cool, early morning air, never noticing a pair of masked gray eyes following my every move from the back of the club room until the front door swung closed behind me.

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TBC

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So, tell me what ya'll think about this little ficcie of mine. I was confused as to where in the seven hells I got the idea from but I just rolled with the bought of inspiration and wrote what my fingers moved for. I know it probably got pretty confusing with all the names and shit so I put a list below listing whose whom exactly.

~Trainer Wild (1st person POV): Rex Raptor

~Pet Venus: Weevil Underwood (VERY OOC)

~Master Pharaoh: Motou Yami (der)

~Pet Puzzle: Motou Yugi

~Trainer Dragon: Seto Kaiba

~Pet Puppy: Katsuya Jounouchi

~Trainer Diamond: Yami Bakura

~Pet Ring: Bakura Ryou

~Trainer Gold: Yami Malik

~Pet Rod: Ishtar Malik (Hehe.Pet Rod.hehe) ~Trainer Spike: Honda (ah! Don't' know his last name in the original, someone please tell me!)

~Trainer Rose: Mai Valentine (sorry, don't know her last name in the original version, and I don't really care cuz I don't like her much.)

~Pet Feather: Anzu Gardner (don't know her last name in the Japanese version either because I hate her more.)

~Trainer Dice: Otogi (sorry, don't know his last name either, but someone please tell me because Duke/Otogi is actually kinda cute!)

~Pet Luck: Quatre Winner (from Gundam Wing)

~Trainer Death: Duo Maxwell (from Gundam Wing)

~Pet Wing: Heero Yuy (from Gundam Wing)

There will be more people soon so I'll have them listed as well when they appear. But other than that I am almost done with the next chapter for 'The Lemons of Rain' so dun kill me! I just got over writer's block and this is what comes out of it. Enjoy what you can!