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Story Title: Another View
Chapter Title: A Simple Explanation
Characters: Yuuki Juudai, Johan Andersen
Story Word Count: 300 words
Chapter Word Count: 300 words
LJ Challenge: This was written for the drabbleday challenge, using the prompt of 'justify'. I have not yet claimed this yet, but will once my other claim has been accepted and posted. But since I already wrote these...
Timeline: Not precisely applicable here. See notes.
Notes: This is a companion set of drabbles to the first set that I did entitled Was Never, Will Never. These are told from the point of view of the alternate universe Juudai who, due to a convoluted series of circumstances, is keeping an alternate universe Johan as, effectively, a sex slave. This alternate Juudai was developed by Rhodanum and I developed the alternate Johan. They met at econtra_rpg and things got crazy, especially in private roleplay. And then I discovered these challenges and the prompts moved into my head and here we are.
Summary: You read of Johan's enslavement by a Haou of another world. Now read what Haou thinks of the situation.

He could see it in their eyes. They wanted to know why he was doing what he was to Andersen. It was none of their concern. They were not the ones that he had come to know over the course of the past year. He refused to think of what they would think of what he did now.

They would never know. They would never need to know.

As for the ones here, he presumed that Andersen told them something or other to keep them from giving him more than disturbed looks. When the boy was allowed out, he probably spent time with them. That was allowable, so long as he did not go down the hall to where that other him slept in peaceful repose.

And as long as he was back here at the appointed time. Haou did not like having his favorite toy away when he was in the mood. Which, ever since that day so many months before when lust had seemingly wedded itself to his soul, was virtually all of the time.

Really, what did any of them have to complain about? He didn't hurt his whore, unless Andersen wanted it. Or deserved it. Or both at times. There was something oddly compelling about seeing Andersen's features twisted in both agony and ecstasy. Sometimes, when he slept with his arms around the boy, he dreamed of what it would be like should his other ever awaken and find out what had went on while he slept.

He can't have expected anything less from such a whore. From his pleasure toy. That was all that Johan Andersen was or could be, no matter what Andersen himself thought. His every action proved it, and he had admitted it. And he was so very good at it, too.

To Be Continued