Hi everyone!

Just a few things before you read this story!

It takes place 2 years after the events of Project X. Kaiba corp. is now a major world business and Seto has jetted off to America leaving Mokuba in charge of the Japan HQ. Yugi is in Egypt along with Yami, Marik and Malik.. Ryou is in England with his yami. Téa is dancing in New York and Tristan works at a coffee shop in the Kaiba Corp. building. Just so you all know =]

Later it shall contain puppyshipping and lemony goodness, just as a warning, it's M. yes, M. no likey, no read-y. And so…we begin!

Joey stared at his arm as he slid in the needle. He pushed the trigger, releasing calmness into his veins. He pulled it out, his hand trembling as he threw the now useless syringe to the floor. It littered the carpet a long with many others. He lolled his head back onto the wall, his eyes following the movement. He could feel the drug coursing through him, making him smile lightly. A sharp knock at the door. He pulled himself up and wobbled towards the door, his once shining eyes vacant of expression.

'Mr Wheeler, I presume?' A tall, thin man stood before him with slick black hair. He eyed the boy before him. Joey Wheeler was apparently his name. The boy was around 20, but his face looked older. It was emotionless, and his dark eyes where hollow. His frame was slight, no muscle, no tan, just skin, wearily veiled over fragile bones. His lips where thin and lightly parted and tousled yellow hair fell over his face. It was unruly, messy and brittle. Despite all of this, the blond still looked very attractive. He was clad in simple shorts and a thin white vest. The black haired man grinned wickedly.

'Mr…' Joey's memory fought with him… 'Katora. Business man from the north of Kyoto?' Joey looked at the man as he nodded. 'Come in then.' He led the man straight past the messy living room, to a cleaner, better presented bedroom, shutting the door behind them. 'So, what can I do for you?' the man's eyes grew darker with excitement.

'I've heard of your…interesting…talents, Mr Wheeler.' Joey gave a lopsided smile, a sinful smirk crossing his face through his eyes.

'Go on.'

'How much does it cost?'

'250, 000 yen.' Joey kept his face straight. The man rustled through a brief case that Joey hadn't noticed before.

'How long?'

'One hour.'

'Deal.' The man pulled out 4 bundles of cash from the case, handing them to Joey, who flicked through, his eyes scanning the bills. He placed them in a drawer before taking off his shirt, walking seductively to the man, pushing him backwards onto the bed. He pushed his lips harshly against the man's before pulling down the black trousers. He smirked to himself. That much money could buy the supply for next week and he was becoming increasing popular through word of mouth. He wasn't even doing anything especially special to these men, but they all seemed to love it. He knew he had talents in the bedroom and after failing as a waiter in the neighbouring town, selling himself was much easier and profitable. By the time the hour was up Kosuke Katora was laid naked, sprawled across the bed, panting heavily. He was flushed and breathless. Joey pulled himself up.

'A glass of water?' The business man nodded and Joey left the room. He poured the icy water from the tap, shrugging as the draft encircled his legs. Winter was coming in Domino and he wasn't ready for it. On the good side, it was always a good time for business. Many people came to the city to visit Kaiba Corp over the holidays to make Christmas toy deals. Many lonely men missing their wives and partners. It was a brilliant service to offer to the lonely hearts of Domino. He smirked as he delivered the glass of water to Kosuke who was just finished buttoning his shirt.

'Thank you, Mr Wheeler, I shall be recommending you.' Joey nodded thanks as he showed the man out. He shut the door behind him. Recommendation? He didn't need that. People knew who he was and that was all he needed. He walked back to the room and pulled something out of the closest. He took the item over to the bed, holding it tightly to his chest, salted tears falling down his face. He pulled the item to his nose, filling his senses with a strong smell of mint. He stroked the black leather, preserved perfectly and never washed in two years. He looked down, choking on his own tears. No matter what anyone said, he really fucking missed Seto Kaiba, and the mess of a life he was now living was all his fault…

Right. A very short first chapter.

Please R&R and let me know what you think. This might be longer than Project X hopefully.

Much love

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