Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

**Rated M for Mature

[sex, language]

Authors Note:

Hi there!

So here's my second puppyshipping fic, and I've decided to try my hands at some sex scenes. He-he. But there is a meaningful story to this! *sweatdrop*

P.S,

Kaiba's a real asshole in this one!

Summary:

Years after graduating, Kaiba is more successful than ever, but despite all the fame, sex and glory, he leads a mundane and angry life because something very important is missing. But that all changes when, after four years, he is reunited with a certain blond mutt. Puppyshipping. SetoxKatsuya.

Chapter 1:

Nameless

(Seto's POV)

"Oh, yes! Yes!"

'What was her name again...?'

"Oh, you're so GOOD! Harder!"

'Nanami? Haruko?'

"Faster, faster!"

'Was it Motoko? Hana? Yuriko?'

"Oh, God. Yes, Seto! I'm coming! I'm com-aaah!"

In the midst of yet another one of my sexual entourages, I peered down at the nameless woman writhing and gasping below me as she finished her unsightly orgasm. She smiled mischievously as she propped herself up on her elbows, and with whatever little energy she could muster, she attempted to come in for a kiss.

My facial expression and feelings toward this could only be summed up to pure disgust as I swiftly dodged her lips that were coated in unnecessarily large amounts of crimson lipstick. To my distaste, she sucked her teeth and pouted like a child until I violently removed my still erect and unsatisfied cock out of her entrance.

She gasped and let out a painfully annoying giggle; I couldn't help but to deem her a slut at this point.

"I've never met a man who could make me come before he did..." She slid a hand across my bare chest and lightly pushed me down towards the bed.

My first reaction was to stiffen up and put all my muscle strength into my chest in order to reject her advances. However, as I glanced at the clock on the nightstand, I knew that I had a meeting to attend shortly, and I didn't need to show up with a hard-on or waste fifteen minutes in the bathroom, pathetically attempting to jerk off.

I assumed the best option would be to relax and let Ms. Nameless do whatever she pleased, and, hopefully, it would please me in return.

In a desperate attempt to please me, she proceeded to come down on me with her mouth as I closed my eyes and clenched the satin sheets with my hands.

In my mind, there was only darkness; I didn't feel the need to look at the woman—as it had a ninety-nine point nine percent chance of destroying whatever sense of arousal I had left. So I drifted off and let her continue until I became impatient and roughly shoved her head down until the tip of my cock penetrated her throat.

Soon enough, my body complied with what I had been eagerly waiting for as the cum seeped into her mouth and ran down her chin.

In less than a minute, I was standing up and slipping my black dress shirt back on as she plopped down on the bed, heaving like an ugly fish without water.

"Ne, Seto…." She began as she turned her head to face me. "We should do this aga—"

"Who said you could call me by my first name?" I spat out as I adjusted my tie.

Her eyes widened a little and she nervously smiled. "H-hey, don't be like that, honey." She pathetically clutched at my pants in an attempt to reconcile with me.

I effortlessly shook her off as I finished getting dressed. "No." I picked up my briefcase and shoved my cell phone that was lying on the floor into one of the many pockets of my trench coat. "We will not be doing this again. Nor will you be calling me to do this again. If I see your face anywhere near me again, you will regret it."

The only charitable thing I could give her was a side-glance as I towered over her and said, "Understand?"

And that was the last thing to be spoken between us as I slipped out of the hotel room door, ignoring the obnoxiously loud sobbing that came from the other side.

On the way to the meeting at a partner company, I had gotten pulled over for going seventy on a twenty-five mile per hour zone. The situation was easily dissolved as I threw a wad of thousand-yen notes at the stiff officer and then I proceeded to recklessly speed off in my standard transmission GTR.

From this experience, and many, many others, I've found that money has the power to solve any problem I could potentially encounter. So why do some people claim that the more money, the more problems?

For me, Seto Kaiba, multibillionaire and president of Kaiba Corp, this claim was blatantly invalid as every single dispute I've confronted was settled with a shit-load of money.

About forty minutes and three cigarettes later, I found myself sitting at the end of a long, rectangular table, surrounded by droning businessmen twice my age. I didn't know what they were talking about nor did I care for whatever plan they were discussing; I just knew that they needed my money, and I needed to manipulate and crush their company into bankruptcy in the long run.

Ah, what was that quote again? 'Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer'? Yes, that was it. And it was the perfect motto for my destructive journey to the top of the business world.

Because of this, I've been called many names. A tyrant, heartless, cold, relentless, dictator, cruel.

The list goes on and on..., just like these fucking corporate flunkies that are, most likely, brown nosing me into borrowing some money as I successfully ignore them.

Once they shut the hell up, the gears in my head begin to click and clank against each other as I go back into business mode. With this change, I pull out a thick stack of papers from my briefcase and throw them onto the table.

"My rules for this deal," I curtly said. "Sign it, and the money is yours."

I watched the president of the already failing company practically drool over the numbers printed on the paper. The greed in his eyes was apparent as he hastily grabbed a pen and scribbled his signature on the line at the end of the document, not even bothering to read the rest of the contract.

And with that, the deal was closed.

In little to no time, this money hungry man would be one of the many homeless people soliciting the outside of my company building.

All because of a tyrant like me.

Ring, ring, ring!

'What an annoying sound…,' I thought to myself as I sat surrounded by women at a VIP booth in a club located within the famous red-light district of Domino City.

Through the blaring music, a drunk woman called out to me, her breath reeking of alcohol and puke. "Kaiba-kun! Dat's yer phone, ya dummy! Pick it u-hiccup-up!"

I blinked and tried to make out her features as I took notice, but I was already seeing doubles. As I tried to reach for my phone that seemed to be dozens of feet away, but was, in reality, right in front of me, I knocked over the many glasses and bottles of liquor that were in front of me.

The remaining contents in the glasses spilled all over me and the women. At this, they merely giggled in response and called me a klutz. If it was anyone else, I thought, they'd be in hysteria by now.

I'd probably get a slap or two if I was a normal guy. But I wasn't.

I was motherfucking Seto Kaiba, and whoever was calling me was going to realize that and cower before the president of Kaiba Corp for interrupting his precious time!

Of course, Mokuba didn't count.

"Nii-sama! Where the heck are you!?"

I leapt up from my seat and stepped over the mass of women, taking whatever shots of hard liquor that were left before I proceeded to the back entrance of the club.

"Mokuba! Do you know-hiccup-who I am!? I'm Seto-fucking-Kaiba!"

"…Are you drunk again!?" Mokuba cried into the phone.

I woke up a bit at the sound of my brother's distraught voice, and also because of the brick wall I had just stumbled into.

"Stupid wall…," I muttered. "And yes, Mokuba. If you must know, I am very much drunk right now."

"Oh nii-sama…"

As Mokuba said this, I could imagine the look of grief on his face, and I felt a bit guilty. Or nauseous. I wasn't really sure at that point.

"Can you please just come home? Please…."

I was silent as I struggled to regain my composure.

"Seto…," Mokuba began with a tone of seriousness in his voice, "I don't know exactly what happened after Domino High for you, but you need to talk to me abo—"

"I'll see you at home, Mokuba." I interrupted, not wanting to continue the awkward conversation.

As I hung up and staggered over to where my car was parked, I bumped into a man and his girlfriend. I didn't stop; I merely kept stumbling towards my car.

"Hey! Why don't you fucking apologize, you dumb drunk!"

"…Fuck you," I weakly retorted as I supported myself on the hood of a car.

The girl that was with him tugged at his arm, pleading with him to not continue with his dumb idea of trying to fight me.

"Babe, stop!" She whispered. "Do you know who that is!?"

The man wriggled free from her grasp. "I don't give a shit about whoever the fuck he is!" He stomped towards me, ready to fight. "Hey, buddy! Ya wanna act tough right!? Well, come on!"

Before he could even get to me, a barrage of men in black suits shielded me and proceeded to beat the shit out of him. His girlfriend stood over the chaotic scene, and once it was over and he was black and blue, she looked up at me with tear filled eyes while holding the bruised body of her lover.

"You bastard!" She bravely screamed at me. "Why couldn't you fight him one on one like a real man!?"

I kneeled down before the sobbing woman and my fingertips lifted her chin as I gave her my trademark smirk. "Why waste my time on small fry like your boyfriend?"

I took a few shaky breaths as the alcohol was still in my system, and then I grabbed the man by the collar and sat him upright so he could see what I was going to do next.

The man gasped and I swiftly moved away as he hacked up some blood. I sneered at him and then my lips clumsily smashed into the girls. She screamed into my mouth and attempted to protest by banging her fists against my chest. Soon enough she went limp as she let out an uncontrollable moan and allowed herself to drown in the deep kiss.

Before she could fully respond, I unlatched myself from her and roughly pushed the man back down to the ground. "Am I a real man now?" I arrogantly asked as I spat on the ground.

Waves of nausea came over me again, and I didn't give her a chance to respond. Deciding to let the guards take care of the rest, I drunkenly continued down the parking lot to my vehicle.

When I reached the car, I violently threw myself into the drivers seat and proceeded to vomit on the passenger seat, not giving a shit about how much money I had shelled out for the vehicle. After I finished hacking up my insides, I shoved the key into the ignition and tried to start the car—only to fail as I forgot to place my foot on the clutch first.

"Ugh…Was it clutch, break, turn on the car…reverse…neutral…something, something…?" I muttered to myself as I clumsily tried to move the gears.

Did I just forget how to drive?

Yes. Yes, I did.

I slammed my fist into the steering wheel and then jumped as my phone began to ring again.

Ring! Ring!

"I'm-hiccup-coming, damn it!" I screamed into the phone, assuming that it was Mokuba on the other end.

"…Kaiba…kun?" A small, meek voice called out through the other line.

"Yugi…." My back straightened up on the seat and I ran a hand through my hair as I realized it was Yugi on the other end. "Yeah, it's me."

"Oh…," he sighed in relief. "Hi, Kaiba. Are you alright…?"

I glanced over at the passenger seat filled with my own vomit and contained the need to puke again at the sight. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Ah, sorry! It just sounds to me like you're a little under the weather there, Kaiba-kun!" Yugi said with a bit of worry laced in his voice.

I smirked. "Hn, cut the shit, Yugi. You're not a doctor yet."

Yugi laughed as the awkwardness dissipated, and I could imagine the bright smile on his face. "Haha, you're right! I've still got many years to go."

Like we always did, we continued the conversation, talking about what the other was up to or Yugi's intense medical school training. Yugi did most of the talking, while I mostly gave one-word answers.

I also knew that Yugi was aware of me not being much of a phone person, but he never failed to call me every once in a while to check up on me. Sometimes, the boy would hand the phone over to Yami, which, most of the time, ended up becoming an argument or another challenge from me.

"Oh, yeah. I'm talking to Kaiba," I heard Yugi say to someone else. "Hey, Yami says hello."

"Hmph," I replied.

Yugi giggled. "He said, 'hmph'." He told Yami as he tried to imitate my deep voice.

I didn't openly admit it, but I enjoyed the random times when Yugi would call me just to see how I was doing. Not that I was one to be sentimental, but he was also the only link I had left of my teenage years at Domino High. Nonetheless, he was much more tolerable than that damn pharaoh.

"Did you tell him?" I heard Yami grudgingly ask Yugi.

"Oh! Right!" Yugi exclaimed. "Hey, Kaiba?"

"Mm?" I asked, trying to contain the nausea that was still plaguing me.

"Me and Yami were thinking…," Yugi meekly began, "since it's been such a long time since everyone has seen each other, maybe we could all get together for a while during Christmas? What do ya think, Kaiba?"

At this, my heart rate accelerated to the point that I felt the pulsing organ beating against my chest. By 'everyone', I knew who Yugi had meant when I imagined the faces of the group of people who I had once dubbed the 'nerd-herd'.

'Honda, Otogi…'

"Hold on, Yugi." I pressed the speaker option and rested my phone on the dock that was on my dashboard.

"Okay!"

'Anzu, Mai…'

As I inelegantly placed my foot onto the clutch, I once again stuck the keys into the ignition and started the car.

'Bakura, Ryou…'

"Kaiba-kun? Are you there?"

'And Jounouchi….'

At the thought of his mere name, my mind was bombarded with vivid images of the blond from our high school years, and a sharp pain spread across my chest as I imagined those vigorous, honey-colored orbs.

"Yeah, I'm still here." I weakly replied to Yugi as my hand shook on the gear shaft.

"So what do you think, Kaiba-kun?"

That was a good question, I thought. What exactly would I think about potentially seeing Jounouchi after a four-year absence on his part, and also after what had happened between us during our last weeks of high school?

Despite the fact that it had already been four years, I never once stopped thinking about him. Admittedly, when Yugi would call me, somewhere deep down in my heart, I had yearned for the boy to bring up something about the mutt. Sometimes, I would even hint towards something that would remind Yugi of his best friend, Jou, and he'd unconsciously start talking about the blond.

So by 'everyone', did Yugi also include Jounouchi?

"I'll think about it, Yugi. I have to go now," I stoically replied as my fingers reached over to the phone.

"O-oh! Okay! Bye Kai-"

Click.

With that, I fluently shifted the gears in my car as I sped off into the night, still very much drunk and nauseous with thoughts of a certain blond racing in my head.

As I passed by the Domino Airport, I snatched the pack of cigarettes from my trench coat and violently shook the box. To my drunken dismay, no sound was emitted, and I figured out that it was empty. Fortunately enough, there was a brightly lit, twenty-four hour convenience store right down the street, which would be my next destination.

I fiercely parked the car in front of the store, running over the curb and knocking over the garbage can that was inconveniently placed there.

"Fucking-hiccup-garbage can," I murmured as I kicked the inanimate object and made my way into the store.

The clerk at the desk made a twisted face that portrayed her confusion on whether or not she should be happy about seeing the Seto Kaiba or terrified about seeing him.

She nervously smiled, "G-good evening, sir. What c-can I help you with?"

The inner asshole in me wanted to fuck with her a little bit, but the waves of nausea soon came over me, and I simply walked away after I sputtered out the brand of cigarettes I smoked and paid her.

"S-sir! Your change!?" She called out after me.

"Keep it!" I yelled back at her, not even bothering to turn around as I staggered through the store.

After knocking some products over and terrorizing the store with my drunken stumbling, I finally reached the entrance. Before I stepped out of the door, I noticed a lean figure in the corner of my eye, standing in front of the magazine rack and reading a magazine that featured me on the front cover.

To my tastes, the person was a bit tall with blond hair (I've always had a thing for blonds) that reached a little bit beyond his or her shoulders. While holding on to the end of a rolling suitcase, the lone traveler sported a familiar green jacket and ripped jeans that nicely hugged his/her ass.

I noticed that he/she was reading the featured article about me in the magazine, and what I took for a lovesick sigh was emitted from him/her as he/she stared at my modeled photographs.

I smirked and came up from behind them. "Wouldn't you rather prefer the real thing?" I purred.

To my surprise, the person jumped and pushed me in response. With that, I staggered back into an aisle of products and then looked up at my assaulter as the anger boiled within me.

"Do you know who you just did that to…?" I bitterly asked as I pushed myself back up and made my way towards him/her. "You're going to re—"

Before I could finish my threat, I was assaulted yet again, but not by the lone traveler's hands. As I looked up and stared into his beautiful, honey-colored eyes, my knees buckled and I lost my balance, ultimately falling into his arms.

He faltered in his defensive stance a bit as he caught me before I could ungracefully fall to the floor, and all I could hear through my raging heart beat was Katsuya calling out my name.

"Seto…?"

Well, hope you guys enjoyed this! I don't usually write stories in the first person perspective, but this was pretty fun! I may change it to a third person though because it's hard to write in Seto's POV. Not sure, though.

Anyway, please review!