Seto worked nonstop, day in day out, the soul sucking job of CEO was ruthless. Taking life out of his body, drinking it dry by the end of the day. Seto was indeed proud of his achievements and triumph with every passing day. However, he still had needs, and his mind was telling him a well deserved 'break' was in order.
He never took real breaks. Not what Mokuba or anyone else would ever consider a break anyways. It wasn't even necessary for the brunette to leave the room. He had a stash of alcohol under the desk, and some stuff to calm his nerves.
But even with the booze and juice, it wasn't enough, he needed more. He needed satisfaction after all, a hand couldn't solve every problem. It most certainly wasn't the answer for everything. A certain number was punched unconsciously through his cell. Long steady fingers, pressing each button with the illusion of grace within every click. He waited.
"Ya want me t come over?" No hello, no greeting, straight to the point.
"Yes. Right now. " Click.
Joey knew there was no reason for any formality. The brunette only called for one reason; sex. Nothing more, nothing less. Unless, of course, he wanted more, or less. Ultimately, not up to Joey in the first place.
Seto always got a strange feeling calling the blonde up like that. He could never explain it though, not an especially guilty feeling. More of a twinge in the pace of his heart, but nothing close to love at all. Anticipation perhaps.
This little arrangement had been going on for almost a year. He didn't feel guilty then, and today was no exception.
Are people supposed to feel guilty for calling up prostitutes? The brunette had no clue. The blonde advertises himself discreetly. When his dope dealer mentioned a slut, he had thought long and hard on the idea. That was serious business.
There was no way in hell the CEO would ever get into a relationship. Everyone only wanted his money, so self-centered. Having flings ended up on the news as a scandal. He didn't need that, didn't want the obstrocities to unfold and become a much hated mess. It would only drive him to drink and use more than he already does. A slut on the down low was more practical. Potentially fatal if anyone find out, but he was smart, cautious.
Seto was only intimate with one person; Joey. Yes, he knew his ho by name. They both had something equal to lose. If people found out about Seto he would probably lose his company. Joey would end up in jail or even prison at most, getting all his money confiscated.
It was a series of ongoing routine for the both of them. Different times, and different places were the only differences between each occurrence. This time however, he was coming over to the brunette's manor. Not often at all. Luckily, no one questioned the blonde's presence. And due to the soundproof walls of the room they would use, not a soul could hear their little rendezvous.
Joey made it to the Kaiba mansion, with the help of Yugi, of course. Grandpa had bought his grandson a car that year and the tri-colored boy put it to good use as he also recieved his license. "So, Joey, how do you know Kaiba?" Yugi asked curiously. Aside from tornuments he didn't understand how he could know the brunette personally.
"Uhh..." Think of a lie! Come on! Think! "I have my ways." Good enough. "Yug' you're holdin me up." Before Yugi could say anything more Joey hopped out the car and sprang to the door as fast as he could. He rang the doorbell. It was rather long and he could hear it from outside.
"Mr. Kaiba is expecting you." A blue haired man said, as he opened the door. He stepped aside.
This wasn't the first time Joey had gone to the mansion itself. He had gone several times once before, but he was always so impressed how grand it was. But, also surprised that someone such as Seto Kaiba needed, or hell, even wanted a prostitute. It never really made any sense to the blonde. It was all just working, for him anyway, and this customer was well worth it.
Seto wasn't another creepy guy, or cheating husband. He was a very tall, very sexy, successful man. Joey actually looked forward to seeing the brunette. With him, it didn't seem all that much like working. Especially since, he had no need to fake an orgasm.
Seto overpaids the blonde an awful lot. He usually charges $300 for everything and unprotected sex $600. Seto however, always gives him a different amount each time. The lowest was $930, the highest was $4150 counted to the last bill.
He knew where the brunette would be waiting, they only use one room. He knocked first, for good measure, then walked in. Seto was on the bed, waiting. Joey walked over to the bed and laid next to him. The brunette was one to enjoy foreplay.
There was no need for words, it was always the same.
The blonde had moved to kiss and nip at the white, silky flesh of Seto's neck. Elicting a soft moan from the brunette's lips, the blonde was exploring the other man's body. Seto, however didn't waste any time. He pulled Joey's hair back, and grabbed his wrist with a firm grip, pushing the blonde down into the bed with incredible force. Landing the blonde on his back, as Seto was between his legs, on top of him.
Joey moaned to the sudden action. As his lips parted Seto took his opprotunity and kissed him deeply. It was a sloppy, wet kiss that was filled with passion. Their tongues tangling together. As if on a battlefield, much less like a dance.
Heat had risen between them. The kiss became rushed and desperate. Clothes began to fall off their owners, tossed away aimlessly blanketing the floor in skewerd mess.
They pulled away the kiss, to pull of their shirts, brethlessly panting almost in sync. Then nothing was in the way, nothing was between them, but pure skin.
Their bodies were melding together, forming one. Breaths and moans becoming more apparent, loud and quickened as the bed shook beneath them rippling the wall it was against. As their bodies rippled in pleasure.
Once they were finished, they laid there for awhile soaking in the afterglow left behind. Their chests rising and falling, as the quickend beatsof their hearts struggled to be steady. Joey was humming softly.
Seto chuckled to himself. Even as the walls were soundproof he was certain that Joey's loud crys in ecstasy overcame them.
He looked at Joey for a moment, taking in the blissful look on his face. He looked so content, so at peace.
Seto was going to change that.
He pulled the blonde on top of him, straddled him a bit till he was over a certain area. Joey smiled to himself, he knew Seto was far from done.
A/N: I'm going to try to censor my stories a bit. As long as it is implied, it's perfectly ok. Besides, this is no where near as explicit as *cough* my memos *cough* not that I'm complaining!