Title: Mirror Reflection (1/?)

Author: Sprinkles

Rating: R

Pairing (s): Seto/Joey, Other/Seto

Beta: heidlebergchick

Spoilers: Battle City; Joey's past with Hirutani

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh.

Warnings: Some porn, some plot, and some violence.

Summary: Joey's twin brother has returned to town, and he wants to play with his little brother; except he's not who he seems to be.

The heat wave Domino was currently experiencing for the last month didn't seem to be breaking any time soon. In fact, the heat seemed to be getting even more oppressive as the days passed. Seto Kaiba could feel the sweat slowly sliding down his back to pool in his lower back along the tope of his pants. The heat had become so bad that even he had abandoned his trench coats and school jacket for a simple white t-shirt, which was also drenched and clinging to him.

Seto moved languidly across the empty courtyard toward the willow tree on the other end, the dead air remaining still even with his movement. He both cursed the heat, and found it convenient as the other students crowded around the air conditioning units and fans inside the classrooms during breaks. This provided a privacy not unwanted for his meeting.

The brunet brushed aside the curtain of leaves and stepped inside the alcove. He turned to make sure the leaves completely obscured the interior from any prying eyes that could be watching from the school. It was a bit stuffy in the shade of the large tree, but it was a discreet meeting place during school hours, so Seto and his partner willingly traded some discomfort for privacy that was hard to find.

Taking a few steps forward, Seto stopped next to the body that was sprawled, fast asleep on the ground. Joey Wheeler, his boyfriend of thee weeks was using his jacket as a pillow. Seto's eyes roved appreciatively over the blonde's body, the white tank top and blue school pants clinging provocatively to the other teen's body.

Shaking his head to rid the perverted thoughts, Seto kneeled next to Joey. He ran his fingers through the damp blond strands. Joey groaned in his sleep and rolled onto his back, nuzzling Seto's hand in the process.

In this position, Seto could clearly see the way perspiration from the heat had caused fabric to conform to every line of Joey's body, most especially around the teen's crotch. Seto licked his lips as he remembered the taste, touch, and slide of that hot body against his own. He wished he could strip the other and lick him all over. The memory of when their relationship had started filtered unreserved into his mind, when their oppressive attraction and underlying sexual tension had finally spilled with rather delicious results.

It had been during the first week of the heat wave and Seto had still been resistant about showing weakness. That day, Joey and his friends were having a water flight after school. He had been grumpy and wished he could follow some of his classmates' actions and pour water over himself in an effort to cool down, but he had maintained his composure and suffered through wearing the short-sleeved jacket even as everyone else had abandoned theirs. The heat had made him more irritated than normal, so when Joey accidently collided with him, spilling water all over him, Seto had snapped and tried to tackle the blond.

Joey had of course run, which only incited Seto into chasing him. The teens ignored the heat and the exhaustion as they played a game of cat and mouse. Looking back, Seto didn't know if he chased Joey simply because he had been angry, or because he couldn't resist the image of a dripping-wet blond looking at him with those liquid-brown eyes shining with apology, mischief, and laughter. Seto could almost convince himself that it wasn't because he lost control of his sexual desire; that had come later.

Seto had finally caught Joey at the edge of the school pool, the force of his tackle sending them into the water. Even the submersion didn't cool Seto's anger. He and the blond wrestled in the water, and the taller teen had dunked the other until he begged for forgiveness.

When he was finally satisfied with the puppy's punishment, Seto pulled him self out of the pool and collapsed on the scorching deck. The exhaustion from the chase and the heat was finally catching up to him. His body felt weak, but surprisingly, he also felt lighter and almost giddy. Without warning, laughter bubbled up and spilled out before he could stop it. The more he thought of the chase and where he was, the more he found it hilarious. He almost couldn't believe he had done all that.

Seto glanced over to where Joey had flopped next to him and felt his lips twitch again. The blond only had to lock eyes with the taller teen before they both broke down in gales of laughter. The moment lasted for a long time as they only had to look at each other or hear the other snickering for another round of laughs to begin.

When he finally couldn't stand the pain in his stomach from laughing for so long and so hard, Seto rolled and pushed himself up into a standing position. His shoes squished as he did so. Running his hand through his partially dry hair, Seto absently wondered about his wet clothes, twisting part of his shirt to

"You should probably change into your gym clothes," Joey commented suddenly. Seto's startled gaze swung to where Joey was standing, ready with a return comment, and froze at what he saw. Where as Seto was fully clothed, Joey had already stripped off his shirt and was wringing the extra water out of it, flicking his wet hair out of his face every few seconds. Seto felt heat course through his veins at the expanse of golden skin of Joey's torso, and way the muscles flexed beneath the smooth-looking skin.

Joey glanced over at the other teen when there was no retort and caught the hot stare of the other. A faint blush spread across the other's cheeks as he recognized the interest, even as a sexy smirk stretched across his lips. "You know," Joey started as he took a step closer to Seto. "I think a shower would also be a good idea."

"Why's that?" Seto finally was able to ask, noticing how close the other was, their bodies almost brushing, but he wasn't inclined to create any distance.

Joey glanced up at Seto through his bangs, and the brunet was captured by the heat within their depths. "Because we are quite dirty…or at least we can be." As soon as he finished, Joey turned and walked toward the locker room. Seto eagerly followed him; gaze already glued to the tight ass framed by the soaking pants.

They had definitely made use of those showers that day; many, many times until they were interrupted by Honda.

Blinking his eyes, Seto focused on the present, finding himself back underneath the willow tree. He glanced down at the bulge in the front of his pants. He couldn't help but get aroused every time he remembered. Seto wished they had time to recreate the touching, the groping, and the friction, oh definitely the friction, but he didn't think they had time before lunch ended, especially since they would need a shower by the end.

Hoping his erection would fade soon, Seto shook Joey's shoulder until the teen opened his eyes.

"Hmm, good morning," Joey's husky voice did nothing to help Seto's situation. When the blond tugged, Seto willingly leaned over to engage the other teen in a heated kiss, which broke only after lips, teeth, and wandering tongues had their fill.

"Definitely a good morning," Seto replied once he caught his breath. Joey grinned, pleased with his boyfriend's flushed look. His eyes traced down the brunet's neck. He knew from experience that Seto's pale skin gorgeously displayed marks of passion, and wondered if he could convince the other than he was having an artistic urging. His gaze traveled further down Seto's body, and the blond licked his lips when he saw the bulge in the other teen's pants.

"Is this for me?" Joey teased, reaching out to cup the bulge. Feeling its hardness, Joey lightly traced the zipper before resting his fingers on the button. "May I?" He asked, glancing up at the other through his bangs, knowing how susceptible the other was to that look.

Seto's breath hitched at the down-right hot image presented to him, but he hesitated to answer. Yes, they had touched and explored each other's bodies, but they had only used hands on the lower parts. They hadn't taken this step yet.

Uncertainly, Seto glanced over his shoulder to make sure they were still blocked from the sight of the school. In his hesitation, he felt Joey pop the button the lower the zipper of his pants. The brunet's gaze immediately drew back to the other boy. "Joey," Seto breathed, as his length fell out into the blonde's waiting hand. He wanted to say no, that this wasn't a good tome to move forward, but Joey's offer was too sexy, too hot to turn down, and the heat pooling in his lower stomach told him he wanted this to happen.

"Not much time," he finally said. Joey replied by taking the head into his mouth and suckling gently. Seto's hips jerked forward automatically, but the blond was ready and pulled back as well, still keeping the head in his mouth. Joey brought one hand up to grip Seto's hip, making sure Seto couldn't suddenly choke him, and used his other hand to stroke the half of Seto's cock that he wasn't sucking.

Seto wrapped his own hands in Joey's hair, and hung on as heat and movement, and – god – suction drove any and all thought from his mind. He didn't know if it was the place, the time limit, or simply the knowledge of who was doing this to him, but it took little time until Seto was on the edge, then spilling over, his hips jerking and a keening noise escaping. As the last of his orgasm faded, Seto found he was slumped against Joey, who was gently tucking his spent member back into his pants.

The brunet pulled back enough to look at the other teen. Joey was licking his lips and wiping them with the back of his hand, as if unsure of the taste. It suddenly hit him what Joey had done, what his absolutely gorgeous boyfriend had just done. He felt an overwhelming need to touch and taste Joey in return.

Joey allowed Seto to pull away from him when the teen stirred and brought his hand up to wipe his mouth. He was still unsure about the taste, but he wasn't completely disgusted or turned off. In fact, he thought he might need to try it again to get a better idea.

The blond glanced over at his boyfriend, and felt a gloating kind of satisfaction wash over him. Seto looked dazed and was still breathing hard, his eyes glazed over. "Was it good for you?" He teasingly asked.

Joey was surprised when Seto's eyes suddenly focused on him, pinning him in place. Not a second later, Seto lunged towards him. He smashed their lips together, tongue already invading the other's mouth. Seto could recognize bitterness in his taste of the other teen, and the knowledge drove his passion up another notch.

Seto fumbled with Joey's pants, tugging at them frantically to get inside. Joey whimpered and panted into Seto's mouth when the taller teen's hand wrapped around his own hard length and started to tug. Seto shifted his body so that he was a more to Joey's side than his front so that his other hand could slip down the back of Joey's pants. As his hand slipped between the cleft of Joey's ass, Seto slid his mouth down to the blonde's neck, wanting to hear the other's moans, as his fingers breached the tight hole.

Perspiration from the heat had already moistened the blonde's entrance and Seto used the residual moisture as lubricant in order to slide his finger deeper, all the way to the second knuckle. He immediately started thrusting and it didn't take long for a second finger to join the first.

Joey couldn't breathe with all the sensations rocking his body. Seto's hand sped up on his cock as Joey felt a second finger entered him. The slight burn from the penetration mixed with the pleasure from his front and Joey felt himself drowning in the sensations. He grabbed Seto's shirt and upper arm as he body began to tremble violently. "Se – ah – to…" He breathed in warning. Seto sealed his lips over Joey's once more, silencing him just in time as the blond froze and let out a high-pitched whining noise as his orgasm crashed over him.

When Joey finally returned to reality from his euphoric high, he found himself leaning heavily against Seto. His body continued to tremble with the aftershock. "Damn," he said. He could feel Seto's body shake with laughter. They lounged there for a few more minutes before pulling apart.

Joey's legs felt wobbly when he stood and he was afraid for a moment that he would collapse, but luckily he didn't. His ass on the other hand…Joey winced at the burn in his backside when he took a small step.

Seeing the wince, Seto stepped closer to his lover. "Are you alright?"

Joey frowned and punched the other teen in the arm. "You know, if I wasn't feeling all giddy and loopy right now, I would punch your lights out for the pain. Couldn't you have used real lube? I'm not used to dry stretching."

Seto chuckled and wrapped his arm around the blonde's waist. "I'll remember that for next time."

Joey mock glared at his boyfriend, "And a bed. My knees can only take so much kneeling on hard ground."

"Hmm, but I like the way you look when you're kneeling," Seto quipped, recognizing the mischief beneath the other's grumpy exterior.

"How about you are the one on your knees?"

"Anytime you wish," the brunet promised as his tongue swiped the hickey that was already forming on Joey's neck. He couldn't wait to see how Joey reacted when the others pointed out.

"Oh, that definitely is an idea," Joey murmured as his legs tried to turn to jelly again. He leaned forward and nibbled on Seto's ear, enjoying the hitch in the other's breath.

"You know," Seto began as he tilted his head to the side to allow Joey more access. "I know a room that has this thick carpet that you can sink into. A bed too."

"And what room is that?" Joey asked once he stopped sucking on Seto's neck, trying to make a copy of the mark on his own neck he was willing to bet Seto thought he didn't know about.

"My room. At the mansion." When Joey stopped what he was doing and pulled back to stare at the brunet, Seto felt himself become nervous. They had rarely met outside of the school, choosing to conduct their affairs on the school grounds, or in Seto's limo on some occasions. This was a large step to invite Joey over to his home, where Mokuba was surely to see Joey.

As Joey continued to remain silent, Seto thought he might have pushed for something the other wasn't quite ready for. He debated between brushing the invitation off as just a joke or telling Joey to just ignore what he said, but he never got the chance to decide as Joey suddenly smiled and leaned forward to give him a kiss. Unlike their previous ones, this kiss was light and sweet.

"I would love to come over," Joey said when he drew away. He couldn't help making the comment "Just make sure you have lots of lube ready."

Seto smiled as the tension flowed out of his body. "I've got it covered. How about Friday after school? You could stay over for the weekend…"

Joey laughed, "You pervert." Both boys were leaning in for more kisses when the warning bell marking the end of the lunch period rang.

Seto groaned and dropped his head onto Joey's shoulder. "Damn; not long enough."

Joey laughed and started to straighten his clothes, brushing off the bits of dirt and leaves. "I'll leave first, and you can come striding in a few minutes after me." He leaned over and kissed Seto's cheek before disappearing out of their tree hideout. Seto waited two minutes exactly before following.

Joey strolled nonchalantly into the classroom and dropped into his seat. Yugi and Honda both approached him not even seconds later. "Where have you been, Joey?" Yugi asked as soon as he was close enough. "I thought we could have a duel during lunch, but you disappeared before I could ask."

Joey shrugged and grinned, "I kind of fell asleep," he replied.

"Outside?" Honda asked. When Joey looked at him, the brunet leaned over and pulled a leaf out of his hair. "You know, you shouldn't go rolling around on the ground in his heat," he teased.

Joey could feel the blush starting to creep up his throat at the implications in his oldest friend's words. "There was no rolling around, you idiot. I just wanted to escape the indoors for just a bit and laid down in some shade outside."

Honda only smirked, even as Yugi giggled and commented on Joey's habit of falling asleep anywhere. Joey was glad that his little friend hadn't caught what was underneath Honda's comment. The group dispersed when the final bell rang. Joey watched Seto stride into the classroom just ahead of the teacher. As the class began, Joey drifted into his own thoughts and daydreams.

Only Honda knew about his relationship with Seto, and Joey hadn't decided to reveal it to the rest of the group just yet. Although, if he was going to be staying over at Seto's this weekend, then Mokuba would surely know. Joey couldn't help but feel happy that Seto had wanted to bring him into his world, to reveal their relationship to his little brother, who he adored the most in the world. Joey felt proud that his lover would invite him into his life, and it caused him to wonder when he would introduce Seto as his lover. If all went well this weekend, Joey thought Monday would be a good chance for him especially since there was a good chance that he would be arriving at school with Seto.

Joey grinned as he imagined the shocked looks on his friends and classmate's faces when he and Seto strolled into school together on Monday, looking rather relaxed and carrying the air of lovers who had indulged in a weekend of thorough satisfaction.

The blond teen was glad his desk was next to the window, and it faced the gate at the front of the school. Joey allowed his mind to create the scene: the students straggling through the gate, unwilling for another week of school. The masses stopping when Seto's limo rolled to a stop in front of the school; Seto always gained attention wherever he went. His lover would exit the car and the students would gasp as Joey exited after. Seto would smirk and sneer at the teens watching them, then reach down and grasp Joey's hand. Together, they would walk hand in hand toward the school as the student's parted for them.

Chuckling underneath his breath at the imaginary scenario, Joey shook his head. It was funny to picture it that way, but he was sure it wouldn't go that way. Seto would start walking before Joey exited the limo, and he would probably snarl at anyone who so much as tried to guess what their riding together meant. Joey himself would only smile and shrug, neither offering answers nor acknowledging theories. It was more their way of doing things, and Joey didn't mind.

A movement at the front gate that he had continued to stare at as he daydreamed caught Joey's attention. There was someone leaning against one of the pillars. They seem to be waiting for someone. Curious, Joey squinted, trying to get a better look at the person from his second-floor view. The person at the gate seemed to be distorted, the waves of heat altering the air.

It seemed that it was a male teenager, with bright hair. Not the color that most Japanese students had when they bleached their hair, or dyed it blond. In fact, the teen's hair seemed to by the same golden shade as…his…

All eyes turned to look at him when Joey suddenly surged out of his chair, but he didn't notice as his entire attention was on the figure at the gate. It couldn't be him, it just couldn't, but Joey knew. The teen had the same color hair as he, and at closer range, the other boy would share his features. As if knowing Joey was watching, the teen raised his hand and gave a mock salute. Joey felt the cold grip of fear beginning to trickle down his spine, freezing his body as it went. He couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't feel anything except the rapid pounding of his heart as his attention remained locked on the teen at the gate.

"Mr. Wheeler!" Joey spun around when the teacher's voice finally pierced the fog that surrounded him. She was prepared to berate him for his interruption, but she stopped when she saw the ashen face of the boy. Joey's normally tan skin almost bordered on chalk-white and his eyes were large and frightened as they darted around the room. "Are you alright?" She finally asked.

"I," Joey started, but couldn't get anything else past his blocked throat. He quickly snapped his gaze back to the window, but there was no one at the gate anymore, the sidewalk and street just as empty. Joey swallowed and turned back to the teacher. "I'm sorry," he finally replied. "I was just startled by something."

The teacher looked ready to argue with the blond, but Joey sat down and pointedly opened his textbook. She waited a few more seconds before resuming her lecture. Joey kept his eyes on his book so that he wouldn't meet anyone's stare, especially the questioning and concerned ones of his friends. He also held his hands in his lap, underneath the desk where nobody could see them shake.

Jackal.

The name rang in his head, filling him with terror and horror at all that it implied.

Jackal, his twin.

Jackal was back.

A/N: Welcome to the start of a new story. It feels strange to actually post something only a few days after another story (rather than months or years), but surprisingly good. Hope you enjoyed.