General RP Owed Debt (Knight_of_None)

For the first time, Elliot didn't resist as Sam carried him out. Lee was once again left alone with the yakuza. Not that he minded it, they knew how much he wanted to stay. It was strange after seeing his friends. They truly were determined to help him.

He didn't tear his eyes away from the passport and box as it slid over to him, silently nodding. "Yeah, yeah..." He and Elliot were too alike, it seemed. He thought Sam had a mouth on him, but Elliot surprised him. It wasn't the first time witnessing Elliot's mouth, but... he had a feeling that maybe, just maybe, Elliot was trying to swap places to save him. There was a good chance he was wrong and that Elliot was just stupid, Lee wanting to believe the latter.

Looking back, Ishida disappeared somewhere in the penthouse. Crouching down, he picked up the things that fell out of the box, putting them back carefully. There were plenty of things in the box that he hadn't seen before or for a long, long time. Standing, he wandered back into the main area of the penthouse, relieved to spot Takahashi. He quietly approached the other, sliding the box over to him, the Chinese passports sitting on top. "I just... I never knew." He had no idea what to say or think. Why keep such a thing a secret? Then again, he never understood the way his father thought.
 
At the posed question, which Lee had expected, he nodded toward the passports. He sat down beside the other, slumped over. At first, Lee wanted to take actual offense to what Takahashi said until the pieces connected. He supposed he was right, then again, he did see some of his mother in himself, mostly in the eyes and maybe even the facial structure. How was he supposed to know what made him Asian?

Was he bothered? Sure, he couldn't understand why it was kept a secret. Finding out he was whatever part Chinese, well, it was interesting. He shook his head, "No. Just typical secretive bullshit." He long ago gave up trying to understand the bastard. All he could do now was accept and move on. Ishida seemed to like it. He managed to replace one Chinese tea boy with another. "It's useless trying to figure out how my father thinks. But I don't get hiding something like this."

With a small groan, he leaned back, frustrated over the whole thing. The things the bastard kept from him... "I can only wonder what other things he hid from us..."
 
"Second family? Secret royal blood? Maybe your actually a superhero." Taka said as he looked over to Lee from the side "Families and Secrets are not uncommon, they only come out when. It's time. " Taka said touching on Lee's back gently. "And you have much larger things to worry over than such a small drama."
 
The many things Takahashi rattled off actually made Lee laugh. What if he were secretly royalty? It may have been a better life than he lived with his shitty father. Being with the yakuza actually made things better, somehow. In the end, he supposed Takahashi was right, especially the latter. Why waste his energy on his father, whom he cut out of his life, while he needed to focus on pleasing Ishida? At this point, it was all he wanted to do. "You're right." Smiling gently, he leaned back into the touch. "And to think I'd get a therapist out of all this." He joked, amused by such a notion.

"Heh... Imagine that, Ishida beating a secret prince." He had to laugh at that. "I wouldn't mind it then, either." He felt he would still be the same, masochistic and submissive. Alas, he wasn't anything special.
 
"I think he would only be just as cruel only to a nation of slaves." Taka said simply as he quirked a brow at Lee's word of choice. A Therapist hm? "And I am not much of a therapist in my books. " He said as he hooked a finger underneath his collar. "Don't therapists act in the patients intrests?"
 
Just as cruel, he couldn't be more right about that. Ishida would have the time of his life owning and abusing a prince, and Lee wouldn't be able to get enough, much like now. "Mmm... I disagree~." He felt the slight tug on his collar, Lee leaning a bit closer to Takahashi. He loved it for things like this, his owner or handler finding some control over him through it. "I think I would have snapped by now with everything Ishida's put me through." He wouldn't have it any other way. He'd take the abuse and then vent and ramble with Takahashi, his voice of reason. After that conversation on the roof, the man reminded him he very much wanted to stick around.

"Are you looking to destroy me, too~?" His words amused him.
 
"Mm, too bad. I wouldn't have minded being destroyed by you," he leaned in with a grin. He was already halfway there, in love with how they both treated him. Then again, as Takahashi said, he was preparing him for Ishida. Everything fell back on his owner. He simply loved what his handler did because it was for him. Without Ishida, he wondered if he would want to mess around with Takahashi. Playing with them both, he did note differences in how they treated him.

Ah, this was definitely an issue he wanted to 'stress' himself over. Nothing that his horrible father did. He wasn't in his life; Ishida was. Just like Takahashi said, he had more important things to worry about. Smiling gently, he leaned against the other's shoulder, feeling a small weight lift from his shoulders. He supposed he held onto things too strongly. He needed to learn to just let things go.

"No... I take that back." He said finally. "I'm just a whore. I just... want Ishida." A brat always needed training...!
 
Lee hummed lightly, his eyes closed as he enjoyed such a simple touch. He was comforted by such and his handler's promise. "We may be stuck together for a long time," he joked, yelping next in surprise. He pulled back, shuddering lightly as a hand came up to rub his stinging cheek. He quickly recovered from the slap, relaxing. "Mm... Yes, Sir~" he teased with a little salute before standing to head for the kitchen. He recalled watching Takahashi prepare the tea, thankful he remembered such an important task as... ah, a tea boy. He found just about everything he needed as he searched for the necessary items. He had to wonder as he filled the kettle with water and let it heat on the stove if Ishida's last tea boy had been in that very kitchen, preparing and serving tea for him.

The kettle eventually whistling tore him from the thoughts he let himself get lost in. Ishida lost one Chinese tea boy and got himself a new one. Shaking his head from such things, he finished what he needed to do and placed everything onto a tray before wandering the penthouse, looking for the man. "Oh, Master~. Tea~?" He asked once he found him, carrying the tray over to him.
 
Prepping his tea was easy when he remembered the other preferred it plain. He was relieved, still, as his owner was satisfied. He mentally winced hearing the little threat. "Hurting your poor slave over a little mistake~? How terrible... wasting perfectly good tea!" A terrible offense! As Ishida was avoiding causing any marks on him, Lee wasn't all too worried that he would actually burn him. After pouring himself a cup, he found an empty corner on the desk to climb onto and sit, sipping at it. Plain tea was sometimes perfect as is.
 
"But getting it wrong would be failing you~" As it wasn't correct, he wouldn't be happy. Then again, that wasn't something for him to decide. Really, he didn't know what would make Ishida happy. Tilting his head to the side in thought, he winced, flinching slightly as the hot cup was pressed against his bare thigh. "Shit- ah... Fine. But it's gonna fall~" He grabbed for the cup, not actually wanting it to fall. He set it down on the desk to prevent it from falling and making a mess.
 
He shook his head, figuring he wouldn't be much help, blinking then at the given order. "Getting me off your precious desk?" He grinned in thought, recalling a privilege Ishida was withholding until he deemed him ready. He decided to comply, slowly sliding off the edge and getting down on his hands and knees. He leaned back, kneeling at his owner's feet. Looking up at him, he was curious how he would be a table on the floor. "Is this right~?"
 
His back? Oh- Ishida was already moving to place the cup on his back, forcing Lee to lean forward. Resting his hands on the floor, he positioned himself, keeping his back as flat and steady as possible. Burns... He didn't mind that too much, having gotten plenty of them before from his owner. But he knew the other couldn't mark him. He winced, groaning softly as the hot cup returned to his body, the hoodie protecting his skin.

"Damn... A table, really..." He wasn't sure what to make of it, being used as an object. In a way, it was a turn on. Plus, he was wearing only the hoodie. He gently bit his lower lip, the position reminding him of that night Takahashi had begun training him, using his back as a table for a candle. Ah, what was it with the yakuza and using others as tables~?
 
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Lee flushed lightly, feeling his heated skin, nearly matching the heat from the cup on his back. Lifting his head, he looked up, noting the cup his owner refilled, and quickly realized the one on his back was his own. God, really?! He didn't bother asking his usual 'how long' question, already knowing the answer. He was learning, that was certain. He appreciated the touches, and a small, gentle sigh left him. Oh- "Yeah? And then... those videos." It seemed they were much closer.
 
Yeah, yeah, he'll make a profit alright. After his talk with Takahashi, Lee wasn't stressed about such a thing anymore. He wouldn't be counting down the days until Ishida was paid off and done with him. With his friends, he had no idea when that would be. He shook his head, another cup joining the other on his back. He tried to stay as still as he could, not wanting them to spill."Excuses~? No, none here. I'm just so looking forward to getting gang banged out of the blue for your little videos," he mused sarcastically. He still loved giving him a hard time. "What are you gonna start with, your typical hardcore rape scene~?"
 
Ah, just the idea of such a thing... "Not so bad. You know me well enough by now." He teased, internally wincing at the next thing he said. "Jeez... Knowing you, you'd do them all, no matter how dangerous." There would be plenty of opportunities for Ishida to catch him by surprise. At least with the outfit, he knew once he'd wear it, a camera would surely be in his face not too long after. He could feel the heat from the cups begin to burn more and more. He tried to ignore it, to savor the sensation and enjoy the pain his body would end up translating to pleasure, yet his body instead wanted to fight it. In his attempt to ignore the natural urges to run from the pain, he shifted, and both cups ended up falling. They fell to the side, spilling tea, luckily not down his back and neck, saving him from that moment of pain. He muttered a curse as he leaned back, sitting on his legs. He fully expected Ishida to strike him, Lee ready to protect himself while he stood to clean.
 
Whike Lee suddenly sat up, spilling tea along the floor, the cups tumbling and crashing against the floor, the silence that rose up over the room, the tension that choked the air as his master looked down. The steaming tea and cracked porcelain, st his feet. Ishida didn't strike Lee, instead he grabbed him, immediately dragging him dlfotward, pushing Lee's cheek down, centimeters from the boiling drink and ceramics. The only thing that was keeping him from grung Lee into it was...he needed him to look good. Atleast until the requests desired the violence.
 
Lee didn't like the silence, knowing the other could strike any moment. How badly could he hurt him, knowing he couldn't leave a mark on his skin? He took a chance, looking back as he went to stand, yelping in surprise as he was grabbed. He quickly regretted that, his hands flying out to catch himself as he was shoved down. Pain didn't fill him; in fact, nothing did. He peeled an eye open, finding himself hovering over the hot liquid and porcelain shards.

"I was gonna clean..." he groaned, trying to pull himself free from the hold, just about the only thing keeping him from smashing his face into the shards. "No need to resort to violence." Actually... He found himself missing such things. He was beginning to look forward to the videos, if only it meant his owner would return to hurting him. Ishida looked really good with a knife in those skilled hands.
 
As he tried to move, Ishida twisted his hand, using it to yank on on Lee's hair, forcing him up to his knees. "I want to pound your pretty little face like a fucking drum- you know that don't you?" Ishida said leering at him. The sadist, this monstrous violent animal only held back by profit. He wanted to destroy Lee for his infraction, no, batter him until he couldn't stand and rape him- the hostile intent pouring sick fantasies on Lee the long he stared unto his masters eyes. He flicked his gaze around...but then stared at Lee's hands...then slowly trailed down to his legs. "I'm going to beat you in a way that you'll keep suffering."
 
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