A.N. - It's a sex story, no spoilers here :D Main pairing's Kaiba x Joey but some Joey x Kaiba happens too, but it's like infinitesimal.
At some point, you'll probably think, "well, that escalated quickly", but is there any point in complaining, really? Don't sweat it, forget it, enjoy the show~
Also the bartender was created with Izuru Kira in mind. Why? Yes.
Also2 Kabukichou's in Tokyo but who's to say there isn't one in Domino as well?
Blue Eyes
One day, Joey Wheeler decided he wasn't getting the best of his quickly vanishing adolescence. Hell, he was eighteen years old and still a virgin. Even Yugi (and Téa) had surpassed him on that one. And Tristan. And Duke. And fuck knows who else. He shuddered, not wanting to think about his little sister's virtue.
But… it's not like he was interested in anyone. And he didn't feel like hiring a hooker. Even now with a steady job and money for it; it just wouldn't be enough for him. He wanted it to be with someone he was really attracted to, it didn't even have to be love. He just wanted someone who could excite him.
Well, it's not like I have to lose my virginity tonight. I could just go out and have some fun. It was a quarter past six p.m. and he had plenty of money in his wallet.
Kabukichou it is.
oOo
Every host and hostess club Joey passed, he was tempted to enter, but he knew his salary would go down the drain in less than 20 minutes. He stopped by a strip club that looked pretty decent and mysterious. Mysterious because the name at the sign reminded him of someone he hadn't seen in a while.
"What the hell. Looks more interesting than the others, might as well check it out."
As he entered the strip joint after being patted down by a gigantic man, the sign that said Blue Eyes spun around a few times displaying the actual nature of the establishment.
oOo
The first thing he saw past the couple of bouncers were people dancing in cages. Naked people dancing in cages. What's the point in watching a strip show if the front door dancers are already naked? He shrugged and moved to the bar to get himself a beer, enjoying the industrial music that was more of a background sound than actually blaring through the speakers. Then he spun around in the stool and actually took in his surroundings.
Black and more black. Leather. Leather and vinyl everywhere. Corsets. Chains, handcuffs. Whips.
Oh.
Oh.
The rational thing to do would be calmly finish his beer, stand up and leave. So maybe the place wasn't a strip joint like he thought. Maybe, just maybe he inadvertently wandered inside a S&M club and had no fucking clue as to how to act, what to do.
Of all the places…
Joey would duel Marik Ishtar with nothing but Pokemon cards in his deck before he did the rational thing though. Trying as best as he could to act inconspicuous, he let his eyes scan the room. He was glad to have conveniently decided to wear all black today; his usual bright-coloured attires would have stood out like a sore thumb.
When the throne and the person sitting on it reached his vision, his hand almost dropped the beer.
There wasn't anyone near him (after the mask on his face, the first thing Joey noticed was his naked chest), and he was sitting sideways in apparent boredom, an elbow on one of the throne's arm and a leg on the other.
There was quite a distance between them, and of course the mask, but Joey swore to himself he'd never seen anyone more alluring. Black hair framed his face, not too long, but a few strands seemed to reach his chin.
He wanted to get closer to see better, to confirm the stranger's attractiveness, but there had to be a reason for no one else going near him. Joey searched the walls for any sign with Do Not Approach the King or something of the like, but there were no such things. What should he do?
The bartender!
No, he wouldn't do the bartender. But he could ask about that 'king' person.
"Excuse me, uh…" Only now did he notice he didn't have a clue as to whether the bartender was a man or a woman (or other). Their clothes and pretty face let nothing on, neither their platinum blonde hairdo. Oh well. "Yeah. Eh… that person over there on the throne. Who is he?"
"Oh, a first timer." It wasn't a question. Also, the person's voice didn't really help with Joey's struggle with their gender, but he didn't care anyway. "That's our lord, the owner of this little piece of heaven. You can address him as Lord, Milord, Your Highness, anything like that. Sir. He quite likes to be called Sir. Well, not that he'll speak to you. Oh, I'm not being rude, you know. It's just that he rarely speaks to anyone here at the front. And he only does if he deems you worthy enough."
"What do you mean 'at the front'?"
"Hmm… should I tell you?" The talkative bartender put their elbows on the counter and tapped a finger on their lips as if in contemplation. Then they beckoned Joey to come closer, and he did as if hypnotized. "Out here, is where everyone socialize and have fun", they spoke softly. "Back in there," they pointed to a grey metal door adorned by golden ornaments, "is where they have a different kind of fun."
"Oh…" Joey wasn't sure if he understood what was being implied. And he really wanted to be sure. "So like, bedrooms…?"
"More like… dungeons." The bartender flashed a delighted smile. "You seem so innocent and sweet! What even brought you here in the first place?"
Dungeons? Dungeons? Like, RPG dungeons or… okay, not even Joey was that dumb. "I, uh… I guess I am a stray." He laughed.
The bartender laughed as well. "A stray, huh? I'm sure there's plenty of people willing to put a collar on this adorable neck." They made to grab at Joey's neck, but twisted their hand up in a fancy flicker.
"I… thanks I guess?" He scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. Back to the main topic. "So people don't go near him because they know he won't speak to them?"
"I see someone is enthralled by our beautiful king. I don't blame you; everybody is. And most people have never even seen his face."
"Have you?"
The bartender smiled enigmatically and didn't answer. "Why don't you go over there and see for yourself why there's no one near him?"
Joey didn't need to be told twice. He left the beer at the counter, not caring there's was still more than half the bottle left, and moved on two wobbly legs.
He felt weird as he walked towards the man, as if the entire club had stopped and was watching him. But as he turned around, everyone was still doing their own things, with their leashes and their floggers.
Joey was now close enough to notice the man was wearing leather pants and a deep blue satin cape. Or velvet. Whatever. Joey didn't know his fabrics. The knee-high boots seemed to have infinite laces, and the mask covered most of his face, leaving only red lips and very blue eyes on display.
No
fucking
way.
He knew those eyes. They belonged to the person he thought about as he read the club's sign. But it couldn't be him. It just. Couldn't.
Oh, but his hair was different. Joey hadn't seen his... CEO acquaintance in person in months, but just last night he was live on TV, talking about some new KaibaCorp product. His hair was still the same brown Joey remembered.
But…
It had indeed looked longer.
About five steps before he reached the throne, Joey froze. The lord, king, whoever he was, emanated such a powerful and dominant aura he couldn't take another step. He felt like there was a barrier between them, a forcefield. And the guy wasn't even looking at him.
It didn't matter who was sitting there anymore, Joey had to get awa- no… no, he didn't really want to leave. His knees buckled and he almost knelt. He vaguely thought that would be fitting. Joey felt like he wanted to run towards and away from that person at the same time.
He must have been standing there awkwardly for a long time, since the man at the throne sighed and finally turned his eyes towards him.
"Just come here already, loser."
Yes. That was definitely Seto Kaiba.
Joey took one last look behind him and saw the bartender giving him a thumbs up with a smile. He walked towards the throne.
"Well, well, well. So the dog decided to come play with the wolves."
"What the hell, Ka-"
"Shut. the fuck. up! You either call me whatever Rene told you to call me or get the fuck out."
Rene. Oh thank goodies, that helped so much with Joey's confusion regarding the bartender's gender.
Joey rolled his eyes. "Well, pardon me, Your Highness."
"And drop the sarcasm too."
"Shit. What… why the hell would you have a place like this, K-ugh, Your Highness?" Joey noticed in puzzlement that it didn't feel nearly as humiliating as he thought it would to call Kaiba that.
Kaiba put both hands behind his head and his other foot on the throne's arm, effectively lying sideways on it. "Brace yourself Wheeler, because my answer might shock you. Because I want to." He closed his eyes and accompanied the beats of the music with his fingers.
"But… but why would you want to? I mean, I never thought you would like… uh…"
"Oh, right. Because you know so much about me."
Kaiba's menacing aura seemed to be waning as they spoke, and Joey crossed his arms. "You don't know nothing about me either!"
"And don't think I intend to ask."
The nerve! He should leave, he really should. There was no point in getting exasperated like that for nothing. So he saw Kaiba from afar and thought he was the hottest thing in the universe, so what? Even now standing right in front of him he still thought- shit.
Joey sighed in defeat. "So, what's with your hair anyway? I saw you on the news yesterday and it was still brown. Did you like, just dye it or something?"
"It's just a temporary dye. It's part of who I am in here."
"Part of who you are. The king, huh. The king in black and blue."
Kaiba opened one eye, his raised eyebrow hidden behind his mask. "How much did you drink? You sound completely shitfaced."
"Hah, I ain't drunk. I always sound like that."
Kaiba closed his eye again. "Not gonna argue with that."
Absent-mindlessly, Joey crouched. It didn't seem like a big deal; he saw people lying on the dance floor. And people walking over them.
At once Kaiba sat up straight and crossed his arms.
"Stand up."
"But-"
"Stand up or I will flail you. I will literally flail you, Wheeler." The aura was back.
Joey stood up fast and instantly got dizzy and staggered, almost falling down again.
"Shit. Are you sure you're not drunk?"
"Hell yeah I'm sure! I just… I don't know, it's your fucking mental powers or something."
Kaiba smirked. "Mental powers, huh. Hadn't heard that one before."
"What was that all about anyway? It's like, a rule or something? People can't crouch in front of you?"
"You can kneel." Kaiba smirked again, and Joey scoffed. "My club, my rules. Don't like, get out. I'm going easy on you because you didn't know. But… if you're really tired, you can sit."
"Why do I think there's a catch?"
"On my lap."
"See ya."
Wait. No. Sure, it was Kaiba. Kaiba! But… he was so different. Not just physically, with that hair and those… fuck, those abs. Joey had always took him for a scrawny son of a bitch, but now he knew Kaiba had the midriff, and he had the arms. And they were fit. Oh, he was so fucking fit.
But, his demeanor too. Still an asshole, sure, but… a drop-dead sexy type of asshole. The way the words rolled on his tongue, the way his hands moved, it was all pure sex.
Would it be so bad to sit on his lap?
…
Yeah, it fucking would! For one, Joey was definitely sure he would enjoy. He would enjoy much more than he should, and Joey Wheelers shouldn't enjoy sitting on Seto Kaibas' laps.
Despite what he'd said though, he hadn't even turned to leave. He just shifted his weight from one leg to the other. "I mean, wouldn't that be all kinds of weird?"
Kaiba shook his head. "Look around you, you stupid mutt. Everything here is all kinds of weird." Despite saying that, Joey found nothing but fondness in his eyes.
"Yeah, but… wouldn't it be weird, like, for us?"
"Why? Will you make it weird?"
"No! The situation will-" He was interrupted by Kaiba reaching up, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards himself.
"Come on, I don't bite. Ah, no. That was a lie."
Holy shit, Joey was getting a boner, just from hearing him say that. What now, was he going to sit on Kaiba's lap and grind against him because fuck it, why not?
As it turned out, Kaiba sat him across his lap, so his boner was at a safe distance from him.
But one of his hands was resting on Joey's lower back, while the other suddenly perched itself casually on one of his thighs, dangerously close to his daring erection. Joey's own hands flapped about to the rhythm of his speeding heart until he decided to rest them on his knees. Alright, this is Captain Joey Wheeler, calling all parts of the main body. Stand down. I repeat. Stand down. Shit.
"Will you relax?" Kaiba was smiling now. Not smirking. It was far too bright to be a smirk. "I'm not gonna just fuck you in front of an audience." His hand moved up a little on Joey's thigh. "Well, not out here, anyway."
"Kaiba…" It was barely a whisper, so Kaiba didn't reprimand him this time. Probably because Joey's low voice went straight to his groin, and now Joey could feel something poking underneath him. He didn't complain. "Shit, Kaiba. This is bad."
"I'll say. If you don't stop talking like that, I'm gonna grab your dick." He would too, he was half an inch away from doing it.
"Ah, fuck." Joey inadvertently whispered again, and Kaiba took it as an invitation to do just what he said he would. He didn't exactly grab, as he rubbed Joey through his pants. Joey couldn't hold back the moan to save his life.
"What is this, zipper, velcro? I could swear someone like you would be wearing velcro pants." Kaiba was fumbling with Joey's fly.
What the shit? How could that asshole still offend him right in the middle of molesting him? (Was that even an insult though? He wasn't really sure anyway; what was wrong with velcro flies?) And in all fairness, Joey shouldn't really call it 'molesting', since he wasn't doing a thing to stop him. If anything, he thrust against Kaiba's hand to see if it would help with the stubborn fly.
"Ah, there we go. Hey, our underwear match."
"What? But I ain't wearing- oh." Was that really Kaiba? Was he hearing that type of thing from Seto freaking Kaiba? Oh look. Yes he was.
The fly was open and Joey was on Kaiba's hand, expertly being stroked. Joey noticed for the first time the black nail polish Kaiba was wearing. It looked nice on those long, pale fingers, better than it did on girls, he thought. He also thought he definitely would buy one and try it on himself.
They were in public. Oh, but Joey instantly realised he didn't give a shit. It's not like they were the only ones doing something like that in that place anyway. But that position was annoying. He wanted to straddle Kaiba. He wanted… shit, he wanted to kiss him. Just a handjob wouldn't do.
"S-say, ah… Your Highness. Don't you think we skipped a step?" He was still managing to keep most of his moans in check.
"One? I'd say we skipped like six or seven, but what the hell." He knew exactly what Joey was talking about. He stopped stroking so he could pull at his knees, getting one on each side of his lap, and now they were facing each other. His hand resumed its job, and he just stared at Joey. "You're gonna have to do it, you know. I can't reach your face in this position."
Joey didn't waste any time. He lowered his face and licked across Kaiba's lips, then thrust his tongue inside his mouth. Kaiba immediately sucked on it, swallowing all of his moans.
Joey liked food. Actually he loved food, but at the moment, he couldn't think he had ever put anything in his mouth quite as delicious as Kaiba's tongue. It twisted around his over and over, driving him crazy. And then he felt a nipple being pinched, and let out a disgraceful yelp.
"Was that 'eek!' good or 'eek!' bad?" In his mockery, Kaiba had managed to duplicate the shrill little noise to a T.
"Ugh, asshole." Huh. Kaiba had opened his shirt without his knowledge. Was he a magician or something? He noticed a couple of buttons on the ground right next to the throne and understood what had happened.
"What's that, the next place you want me to touch? Okay, but we're gonna have to get you out of these pants."
Well, that wasn't what Joey had meant, but he supposed he might as well.
"Sure, yeah, whatever." He tried to lower them himself, but they wouldn't go down his open thighs, and his brain couldn't think of a solution that didn't involve him leaving Kaiba's lap. "Uh…"
"How much do you like them?"
"Got them off a thrift store for a couple bucks last week, why, you gonna tear them open like you did with my shirt?"
Out of nowhere, Kaiba had produced a knife, and before Joey could catch his breath and say something on the matter, he ran the blade over the sides of his pants and presto! Joey was pantsless. He almost yelped again, but the idea that people could just look their way and see his shameless naked butt hanging out as he was being pleasured by the fucking king of the place aroused him so much that he moaned instead.
"I see that when you make a list of your fetishes, exhibitionism is gonna be on top." Kaiba had a bottle of lube on his hands now.
Joey ignored him, but only because he was completely right. "Where the hell's all this stuff coming from?"
"Hammerspace." He uncapped the bottle but didn't do anything else with it.
If Joey hadn't been so turned on, he would have laughed. Holy shit, not only did Kaiba have a fucking S&M club, he was sexy as hell and on top of that funny too? He couldn't decide whether this day had turned out to be completely bizarre or completely awesome. Awesomely bizarre? Perhaps.
"Before we go any further though, just confirm something for me. You are a complete, total virgin, aren't you?"
Joey blushed. After all that, he had the gall to only now blush. "W-well, not completely."
"Elaborate."
"I uh, I had kissed before." He almost added "when I played Ousama with my friends" but something in his guts made him decide against it.
"So you are a complete, total virgin. And what, you just woke up today and decided the red lights district would be the best place to fix that?"
"Well, I certainly wasn't expecting to find you here. And yeah, I just wanna get it over with. Problem?"
"None whatsoever. And you're sure you don't mind me fingering you in public?" Joey's reply was to grab the bottle and pour some of the content on Kaiba's fingers. Kaiba rubbed the fingers on his palm and asked for more. One slicked-up hand moved back to Joey's erection, while a finger moved past his balls and found its way between his cheeks.
"Say 'ah'."
"What did-ah!" It was more of a startled 'ah' than erotic, but there were no complaints on either part.
Kaiba liked that; he didn't even need to tell him to relax, Joey was all ready to accept him at once. He moved the finger around for a bit and had no problem in finding what he was looking for.
"Ahn… " Oh, it was definitely erotic this time. Joey had his arms around Kaiba's neck now and was kissing him again. He couldn't understand how Kaiba could control both his hands so effectively and still completely dominate the kiss like he was doing. Sure, if their experience were to be compared, he would have his answer right there. But that just boggled Joey's mind even further. Just how much Kaiba was… experienced? With how many people had he done that before? And why the fuck was he wondering that? Was he jealous or something? He didn't even like Kaiba.
But maybe, just maybe, he was starting to like His Highness, the king of Blue Eyes.
TBC
heyooou, this is a two-parter ΘεΘ