Bah, first story I've written in... A really, really long time. I'm kinda surprised that I even managed to get through this first chapter without dying half-way through, haha. But, alas, I made it. I think I can be proud of that.

Anyways, this is the first story I'm uploading on here. I'm actually quite proud of how it's turning out, even though I only have the first chapter finished, and I think i might actually see this one all the way through. Seto/Jou is my favourite couple in the YuGiOh fandom, and they're very fun to write, particularly in AU. and there weren't many Seto/Jou AU vampire fics on this site that I actually liked when I was craving them a few days ago, and those that were there hadn't been updated in at least a year. So, to curb the addiction I decided to write my own. I hope it doesn't kill you.

Summary: Jou is a high school dropout struggling to make money to pay for an operation to fix his sister's eyesight. When he gets hired as the receptionist for high-class CEO Seto Kaiba, all he's concerned about is getting the cash. It seems like it'll be a long struggle, until he accidentally witnesses the CEO doing something very strange, and takes the opportunity to snap a picture on his cell-phone. But blackmailing a powerful man who may or may not also be a vampire is never a smart thing to do...

Rated M. It'll most likely get quite steamy later on, so just to be safe.

Money. That was the start of all of this. He had just needed a little bit of money to pay for his sister's operation, that was why he had taken this job in the first place. True, attempting to blackmail the CEO of one of the largest corporations in the world wasn't exactly smart, but he had never been one of those guys who planned out his actions beforehand.

He leapt before he looked, and that was why he was here now, laying naked on the expensive oak desk of his boss, hands tied behind his head as he was hammered into over and over and over again. He felt like he was going to tear open inside, if he hadn't already, and the tears that he had been fighting back since they had started were finally spilling over, running down his cheeks as he cried out in pain and ecstasy.

He never expected any of this. All he had needed was a little bit of money…

***Two Months earlier***

Jounouchi Katsuya felt like an ant as he stood at the doors to the headquarters of Kaiba Corp, the massive building towering over him like an imposing giant made of steel. Geez, could the building be any bigger? Sure, this was one of the largest and most powerful companies in the world, so of course the main office would stand to be big, but this was just overkill. The blonde's brown eyes shifted upwards, attempting to count the number of windows to see if he could figure out how many floors there were from the outside, but the wall just kept going up and up and up, jutting out into the clouds until he could no longer make out any of the small squares.

Geez, how the hell did he even get this job? Sure, he was just one of the many receptionists, but still! He hadn't even stepped inside yet, and already the size of the building was intimidating him to the point where he felt like running away.

But he didn't run away. He needed the money, and he knew that there was no way this could be half as bad as he imagined it. Sure, he felt a little out of place, but once he got inside things would be better, and he'd see that he didn't stand out nearly as much as he thought he did.

Or so he'd hoped. Unfortunately, after opening the doors and stepping into the main lobby, Jou felt even more like an ugly duckling that had found himself in a party of swans. Everything was clean and neat, all of the employees walking past seeming wealthy, confident and hard working. It only took one look down at his rumpled pants and hand-me-down shirt for the twenty-two year old to realize that he was an alien in this world of well groomed corporate millionaires, and he could feel the stares, hear the disapproving whispers as he made his way to the front desk.

Normally this would have bothered him, and maybe he would've taken a swing at the ones who were mocking him, cursed them out or even just flipped them off silently. But he couldn't afford to lose this job. It was the only place in town that had been willing to hire a high-school dropout with no experience – although he couldn't imagine why this place had actually taken him on – and there was no way that he was going to give up this opportunity that had fallen into his lap.

"Erm, 'scuse me, but uh, I'm supposed to start today?" He mumbled to the receptionist once he reached the desk, and she gave him a very skeptical look. She, like the others, was well-dressed with perfect hair and flawless makeup. Geez, poor Jou was starting to feel like he had stepped into the Twilight Zone rather than an office building. The woman at the desk stayed silent, fixing him with a look that just dared him to try and make a fool out of her. "Jounouchi Katsuya, you can check. I just don't have a clue which floor I'm s'pposed to go to or anything."

He had tried to lighten the mood with a somewhat joking tone, but it was like trying to joke with a brick wall. The secretary quietly checked the computer, looking for his name, and the mildest look of surprise washed over her features for a split second when she found it. Jounouchi was tempted to make a snide comment, but just as quickly as it had appeared, the expression was gone and she was pointing towards the elevator.

"You're on the fifty-seventh floor." After saying that one sentence, she waved him away and returned to her work, almost looking annoyed that she had to waste her time on directing a new employee.

Oh well, it could have been worse. She could have called security on him, or asked for ID to make sure that he really was who he said he was. That would have been just a lovely welcome to the team, wouldn't it? This was going to be a long day.

After pressing the up button on the elevator, Jou said a silent prayer when the doors swung open and he realized that it was empty. That was good. He didn't want to be stared at like some kind of science experiment all the way up to the fifty-seventh floor. Puh. Fifty-seven. What kind of building needed /fifty seven/ floors?

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding… Brown eyes watched the little numbers on the top flash up as the elevator rose, and the higher they got the lower his stomach seemed to drop. By the time he had reached the mid thirties (the car was still empty, although a few people had gotten on for a few floors and then quickly left) he was starting to feel not only claustrophobic, but nervous about the height. There was just something inherently creepy about being up so high in a manmade structure.

Fifty two, fifty three, fifty four, fifty five, fifty six… Fifty seven. The doors slid open with a small chime, and Jou rushed into the hallway, glad to be out of that damned moving box. Once he actually started looking around, however, he was a little surprised by the number of people on this floor.

Most of the other halls were filled with bustling workers, but this one was surprisingly empty. There weren't many offices, either, aside from one at the end of the hall and one directly behind it. Curious, the blond headed to the first room, looking for a nameplate on the door but finding none. Next was the other room, this one with a large desk beside the door with a name-card on the front indicating that it was the receptionist's. Huh, so this must have been where he was going to work from now on. That didn't seem too bad.

But exactly whose receptionist /was/ he, anyways? He hadn't actually been told that at the interview, so he stood beside the desk, leaning in close to get a look at the second nameplate on the door—

Wham. Just as he had leaned in, the door opened, and the plate that he had been trying to read collided with his nose, causing him to let out a yelp of pain and a string of unpleasant curse words. God, that friggin' hurt! Jou clutched his hands over his nose and mouth, feeling his fingers dampen slightly as a hint of blood trickled through them. Geez, he hoped his nose wasn't broken…

"What are you doing?" The voice was cold and unsympathetic as the person who had injured him stepped out of the office, looking down on the younger man, who was still wincing in pain.

The first thought that went through the blond's head was that this guy was definitely handsome. Tall, well-built with cold blue eyes and neat brown hair, he looked like the kind of guy that you often saw playing the hot businessman in movies or modeling in magazines, not actually walking the halls of an office in real life. His choice of dress was a little… strange, seeing as he was wearing a trench coat at work, but somehow it just added to the look of authority that he simply oozed.

The second thought that went through Jou's head as he locked eyes with the stranger was that he was going to hate this man. Sure he was pretty, but he had an arrogant, better-than-you attitude that just rubbed the young man the wrong way, made him irritable and uncomfortable. Guys like that pissed him off.

And then there was the fact that this guy had just smacked poor Jou in the face with a door and, rather than seeming sympathetic, was acting like Jou was the one at fault. That would generally make anybody a little annoyed.

"Hey, mutt. Are you deaf? I asked you a question." Another icy comment knocked the blond out of his thoughts, and he felt red rise to his cheeks. Who the hell did this guy think he was? Mutt? What the hell was he, a dog?

"What the hell do you think I'm doing? You just hit me with the friggin' door, I'm waitin' for a friggin' apology!" He snapped, wiping the dribble of blood on his sleeve as he brought his hands away from his face, balling them into fists at his sides as he glared up at his 'attacker'. He was trying to be intimidating, but as the other man was so much taller than he was it didn't really work out that way.

One brown eyebrow rose, and the arrogant bastard snorted, shoving past the other and heading down the hall towards the elevator.

"You'll be waiting a long time, then. I'm too busy to apologize to anybody stupid enough to get himself hit in the face with a door." His words were nonchalant, casual, and Jou felt something inside of him snap. A string of curse-words flew from his mouth, and had the elevator doors not closed right then, he would have jumped the guy.

That was when another figure scurried out of the office behind him, apologizing rapidly as he scrambled over to the man with the bloody nose, handing him a few paper-towels and a bag of ice.

"Ah, I'm so sorry! We didn't think that there was anybody out there, so big brother just opened the door… I really am sorry!" The boy didn't seem to be much older than eighteen or nineteen, and while Jou was certainly still pissed off, his apologies did make him feel better. That, and he had always had a bit of an affinity for kids. Maybe it was because of his little sister.

"Nah, it's not a big deal... Not broken or anything, anyways." He chuckled, forcing a grin as the younger teen let out a relieved sigh, his hands falling to his sides in relief. After realizing that his guest wasn't hurt, he extended one hand to the other, also donning a small smile.

"You're Jounouchi, the new secretary, right?" He asked, receiving a small nod in response. The boy's smile grew wider for a moment, then disappeared as he placed his hands on his hips. "Geez, it's your first day and you're already late! The company went out on a limb hiring you, yanno, so you need to make sure to get here on time from now on! Otherwise you'll be fired in a minute! But I guess since you're new, I can let it slide this time." Another small smile, and then the black-haired teenager pointed towards the desk.

"Oh yeah, this'll be your workplace. We just cleared it out after the old receptionist left, so it's kinda empty right now, but feel free to get settled in. Your job's pretty simple, just take phone-calls, check messages and sometimes make appointments. That's really all there is to it. If somebody comes in for a meeting, make sure big brother's available before you let them in, especially if they don't have an appointment. If somebody doesn't have an appointment but tries to get in anyways, make sure you call security…" Realizing that he was getting his training, Jou quickly jotted down everything that the younger boy said in his mental notebook, nodding his head to each point as the teenager went on. "…as for girls, just try to ignore them. They're usually expected, so you can generally just let them in without worrying. Any questions?"

Jou's head snapped up when he realized that the other was finished, and he shook his head lightly. That was a lot for what was supposed to be a simple job, but he didn't dare complain.

"Nah, easy enough. Just one thing, though, does your big brother always act like there's something stuck up his ass?" He cracked the joke, half trying to create a lighter atmosphere and half being completely serious. The other boy frowned, but from the look on his face the blond could tell that he knew exactly how unpleasant his brother's mood was.

"He's just… A little stressed." He lied, and they both knew it, but Jou just decided to take the answer without fighting. "But if that's all, I guess I should just let you get started. Oh, but if you have any problems, feel free to talk to me. I'm Kaiba Mokuba, my office is just right there." He pointed to the other room on the floor, and Jou felt his jaw drop. Kaiba? As in, the owner of the company? No way, this kid wasn't…

That was when it sunk in. Kaiba. Big brother. He spun around on his heel and checked the nameplate that had eluded him before, feeling his stomach knot up again as he read it carefully.

Kaiba Seto, CEO.

Great. Just friggin' great. He'd cursed out his boss on his first day.