How To Be A Man
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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1,321
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1
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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How To Be A Man
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, the story, or the characters. Wish I did, though.
Kaiba-san was smart. Not like the son, with his crazy ideas about kids and gaming. He knew that you need to learn about pain to become a man. And he gave Sarutowari the job of teaching Mokuba, right before he died. Right before the older boy killed him.
“You won’t get away with this!” Fists balled on his little hips, feet planted wide apart, he glared up like a miniature version of that brat Seto. “My Nisama…”
“Your Nisama wanted to do this himself.” Sarutowari laughed at the look that came into his eyes. “Kaiba-san wouldn’t let him.” Jerking him by one pipestem arm. “Your Nisama would be here now, only he has studying to do.” Tears started running down Mokuba’s face.
“I don’t believe you.” His mouth was an open square. “My Nisama would never…” Sarutowari laughed again, because Kaiba-san was right. Even if they don’t believe the lie, it hurts them just as much.
“Fight me, little Mokuba.” The boy struggled, and his shirt rode up, showing his skinny little ribs. “Kaiba-san says you have to learn to fight back.” He held him by both wrists, throwing him down onto the bed.
“You lie!” Mokuba’s hair went flying, as he fell. “My Nisama said he would always protect me.” His blue eyes were angry under all the hair.
“This is protecting, kid.” Sarutowari held him down with one hand, while he opened his pants. It was easy, with Mokuba so little and weak. “You aren’t a man if you can’t fight.” His legs were skinny, and he kicked with his hard little feet.
Sarutowari pulled his pants off, and then the briefs that hugged his round ass. He was still kicking, still yelling about his Nisama. Wasn’t easy, avoiding those little feet! He shoved into him, faster than he meant to. Mokuba screamed, as he went in. No one had been there before.
“You’ve gotta learn to do the other guy before he does you.” He was so little! Sarutowari felt like he might come out the other end every time he thrust. “You think your Nisama wouldn’t do you, if he thought it would get him power?” He held the boy’s wrists down, so he couldn’t scratch.
He satisfied himself in Mokuba’s unwilling little ass, and when he pulled away, there was blood on the sheets. “Next time you’d better fight harder,” he said, as he zipped up and left the room
Mokuba’s in the dungeon downstairs now. He hasn’t learned to fight back. It was easy to grab him in the field, after he stole the other kid’s star chips. There wasn’t much he could do, and he yelled about his Nisama, all the way back to the Castle He’s chained to the wall down there, his head drooping, hair falling forward. Sarutowari knows how his face must look, all grubby with tears.
Sarutowari is supposed to work Security in the main part of the Castle. Croquet has other men scheduled in the dungeon straight through until the end of the tournament. He thinks one of them might trade shifts with him, though, if he asks them. No one likes working down there. It’s dark. The stone walls are cold, and damp. Working upstairs is easier, even if you do have to put up with Master Pegasus.
He’s pretty sure he can get someone to give him their place. As long as he doesn’t tell them why he wants it. He can go finish teaching Mokuba the lesson from before: It’s the grown-ups who decide how things are going to go down. Either you join them, or you’re just another piece of ass, and you’ll be used, no matter how much you struggle.
Kaiba-san was smart. Not like the son, with his crazy ideas about kids and gaming. He knew that you need to learn about pain to become a man. And he gave Sarutowari the job of teaching Mokuba, right before he died. Right before the older boy killed him.
“You won’t get away with this!” Fists balled on his little hips, feet planted wide apart, he glared up like a miniature version of that brat Seto. “My Nisama…”
“Your Nisama wanted to do this himself.” Sarutowari laughed at the look that came into his eyes. “Kaiba-san wouldn’t let him.” Jerking him by one pipestem arm. “Your Nisama would be here now, only he has studying to do.” Tears started running down Mokuba’s face.
“I don’t believe you.” His mouth was an open square. “My Nisama would never…” Sarutowari laughed again, because Kaiba-san was right. Even if they don’t believe the lie, it hurts them just as much.
“Fight me, little Mokuba.” The boy struggled, and his shirt rode up, showing his skinny little ribs. “Kaiba-san says you have to learn to fight back.” He held him by both wrists, throwing him down onto the bed.
“You lie!” Mokuba’s hair went flying, as he fell. “My Nisama said he would always protect me.” His blue eyes were angry under all the hair.
“This is protecting, kid.” Sarutowari held him down with one hand, while he opened his pants. It was easy, with Mokuba so little and weak. “You aren’t a man if you can’t fight.” His legs were skinny, and he kicked with his hard little feet.
Sarutowari pulled his pants off, and then the briefs that hugged his round ass. He was still kicking, still yelling about his Nisama. Wasn’t easy, avoiding those little feet! He shoved into him, faster than he meant to. Mokuba screamed, as he went in. No one had been there before.
“You’ve gotta learn to do the other guy before he does you.” He was so little! Sarutowari felt like he might come out the other end every time he thrust. “You think your Nisama wouldn’t do you, if he thought it would get him power?” He held the boy’s wrists down, so he couldn’t scratch.
He satisfied himself in Mokuba’s unwilling little ass, and when he pulled away, there was blood on the sheets. “Next time you’d better fight harder,” he said, as he zipped up and left the room
Mokuba’s in the dungeon downstairs now. He hasn’t learned to fight back. It was easy to grab him in the field, after he stole the other kid’s star chips. There wasn’t much he could do, and he yelled about his Nisama, all the way back to the Castle He’s chained to the wall down there, his head drooping, hair falling forward. Sarutowari knows how his face must look, all grubby with tears.
Sarutowari is supposed to work Security in the main part of the Castle. Croquet has other men scheduled in the dungeon straight through until the end of the tournament. He thinks one of them might trade shifts with him, though, if he asks them. No one likes working down there. It’s dark. The stone walls are cold, and damp. Working upstairs is easier, even if you do have to put up with Master Pegasus.
He’s pretty sure he can get someone to give him their place. As long as he doesn’t tell them why he wants it. He can go finish teaching Mokuba the lesson from before: It’s the grown-ups who decide how things are going to go down. Either you join them, or you’re just another piece of ass, and you’ll be used, no matter how much you struggle.