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-megan
Kaiba walked through his front door and dropped his briefcase on the ground with a loud "thump." It had been a long day. The school day had been tiring and boring, and work was especially demanding. He walked over to the kitchen area and decided that food sounded repulsive, however, his stomach had other ideas. It growled angrily at him for going pretty much the whole day without food, forcing him to move in the direction of the refrigerator.
He was about to open the door to the fridge when he saw a white piece of paper had been hung on its sleek, stainless steel surface. It was the quiz on hamlet that his English teacher had given today, and it had "19/20-good job!" scrawled on the top in red pen. Kaiba shook his head and smiled a bit, as much as he didn't want to admit it, he wanted Joey to succeed. That's why he offered to let joey stay another few days. He saw the improvement it made in just about every aspect of his life. Although moments like this were rare, Kaiba empathized with him- He understood bad housing environments all too well. He would just never admit that to anyone, especially not Joey.
The CEO swung open the doors to the fridge and almost puked at the smell of food that permeated out of the contained space. He never did like eating, he never had time for it. Shutting the door carefully, he sighed and retreated to his bar. He was pouring himself a particularily generous portioned drink when he heard footsteps behind him.
"Where were ya, moneybags? Sipping cocktails, and talking about your yachts with your rich bitch friends?"
The brunette sighed and turned around, not appreciating the remark. He had money, that was certain, but he worked hard-
"I was at work. I don't drink cocktails, I drink hard liquor. And I don't have a yacht."
He didn't bring up the point that he also had no friends. Joey raised an eyebrow and gestured towards the intricately hand blown, glass bottle containing an amber colored liquid.
"Mind if I join ya?"
Kaiba said nothing, but reached underneath the bar and retrieved a glass. He poured a large amount of the strong alcohol in a cup, curious as to whether Joey could handle his alcohol. Joeys eyes widened a bit when he was the size of the drink, but then took it and greedily took a good sized swig.
"Hey, this stuff is pretty good"
"I would hope so. It was 300$"
The blonde almost spit out the liquor that he had started to drink
"300$?!"
Kaiba smirked in amusement at Joeys dramatic reaction, and then nodded. Joey looked at it closely, holding the cup now with two hands, and then carefully raised it to his mouth as if he was drinking liquid gold.
"Hey! Big brother, you're home!"
Mokuba said with enthusiasm as he trotted in from the living room. The white controller in his hand and the bag of doritos in the other clearly told Kaiba what the two of them had been doing prior to his arrival.
"Mokuba, did you do your homework?"
The little one nervously glanced around, and then settled his gaze on the two cups of alcohol before him.
"uh..Cool! Can I have some?"
"Nope. But I think It's time for you to go to bed."
A small pout could be seen underneath a mass of thick, black hair, and mokuba muttered something under his breath as he walked out of the kitchen and towards his room. Kaiba grabbed his drink and swirled it around his glass a bit, then took a careful sip. He was feeling it, no doubt about that. Although he was very tall, he was also incredibly skinny. He wasn't muscular at all because his job had pampered him, and he definitely couldn't keep up with most men when it comes to drinking.
They both stood there awkwardly for a minute in silence until the sound of joey slurping up the last drops of scotch could be heard. The CEO was impressed, that was quite a large amount of alcohol he drank. Without asking permission, the blonde headed teen reached for the bottle of liquor and poured himself a little less than half a cup. He looked over at Kaiba and smirked, grabbing his cup out of his hands and filling it with a hefty amount.
"Joey….. that's too much."
Joeys smirk turned into a sly face of mocking, the one that Kaiba hates.
"I see- Can't hold your alcohol, eh moneybags?"
Naturally, that condescending tone infuriated Kaiba, and he grabbed the semi full glass.
"Gimmie that.."
the brunette growled, fully aware that his logical reasoning was being abandoned due to his competitiveness. He took a good swig and looked Joey intensely In the eyes to make sure he knew he had accepted the challenge. The blonde chuckled and then walked away, most likely towards the video game room. As Kaiba watched Joey walk away, he felt disappointed. For once in his life, he felt vunrable. Because he had started kind of enjoying the boys company, which meant that he was giving Joey the potential to hurt him. All of his reasoning told him not to become friends with a street-rat, but then again, he hadn't exactly been listening to his instincts tonight.
Kaiba leaned against the bar counter and put his head in his hands, feeling nausea setting in. The world was spinning in that all-to familiar way. Seto kaiba was drunk as balls. After a few minutes of laying against the cool marble surface, he decided he was gonna try and get some work done.
"Get ahold of yourself, Kaiba, it was just a few drinks."
He muttered to himself, trying to will himself sober. He hated being drunk, it made him stupid and horny. But most of all, he hated it because it made him so human. The CEO stumbld across the kitchen to the glass dining table, and sat down. He pulled his computer out of his briefcase and opened it up, stunned by the array of complex numbers and statistics presented on its screen. What the hell? He groaned loudly and shut his laptop after a few minutes trying to figure out what he was looking at- now was no time to work.
He got up out of the chair, almost falling over in the process and instinctually began walking towards the game room. He needed companionship, closeness, everything he had been deprived of his whole life but had enough self control to not seek. He wanted a girl. Kaiba sighed and glanced down at the erection that he suspected was there, tucking into his waistband before walking into the impressive room. As he thought, Joey was sitting on the couch and angrily tapping buttons on the controller. The blonde looked over in surprise when he saw Kaiba, and it was obvious that he wasn't sober either. His eyes were a bit red, and he had that spacy look on his face.
"Hey, Kaiba!"
He grinned and patted the spot next to him on the couch like they had always been good buddies. Kaiba walked into the room and plopped next to Joey, purposely sitting a bit to close to him. The blonde definitely noticed, eyeing the non-existant space between both of their thighs, but he just shrugged and contentedly mashed more buttons.
Kaiba wanted Joey. He wanted him so bad, it sent shivers down his spine. Maybe he didn't want joey per say, but he wanted a release. He needed it.
"Hey moneybags, you know how to beat th-"
His drunken slur was interrupted by Kaiba putting a hand on his chest. The blue eyed business man slowly started rubbing circles over joeys plain white tshirt, causing the blonde to stare down at the hand on his chest in silence. Kaiba continued to rub his chest, and then slowly worked his way down to his six pack- feeling every inch of his abs. He was built; far more built than the CEO ever was- and he explored the muscular regions of joeys back and neck with his fingers.
I am so damn horny. It was painful- honestly, Kaiba just felt like humping something. However, he kept his cool and he dragged a finger down the blondes stomach and started rubbing his thighs. They were strong and muscular. The brunette slowly moved his hand around joeys upper thigh and brought his hand to rest firmly on his butt. He had done this to test the waters, and so far, Joey didn't seem to be complaining. He just laid there with his eyes closed, not flinching when the CEO gave his ass a firm squeeze.
Kaiba brought his attention to the bulge in joeys jeans. It turned him on so much, and he wanted to touch it. He needed something. Holding his breath slightly, he dragged his hand to wheelers upper thighs again- and then slowly moving his hand to cup Joeys hard(as Kaiba had just discovered) dick.
The CEO was enjoying this, and he jumped in surprise a bit when he felt a pair of hands slide up his shirt. Joey was now looking at him and exploring Kaiba at a more adventurous rate- stroking his erection over his jeans without wasting time.
"Man. I'm so horny. I'm so drunk.."
The blonde admitted, looking down for a bit awkwardly. Kaiba smirked. Maybe they had the same plan after all. He didn't want intimacy. He wanted to feel good. He wanted something that wasn't personal. The CEO pulled down his pants and boxers right in front of joey, whos eyes widened at the sight of his erection.
"Jerk it"
Kaiba said sternly, not meaning for it to sound like a demand. Joey nodded eagerly and wrapped his hand around it, pumping up and down with acquired skill. The CEO closed his eyes and laid back as he was being pleasured- knowing it wouldn't be long before he came. After a few good minutes of this, Kaiba felt a warm feeling arise inside him and accidently let out a tiny noise as he came all over himself and joeys hand.
The CEO looked at joey and didn't know what to say. He couldn't even begin to think of something to say. So he just pulled up his pants without a word and walked away. He knew he was a terrible person, he knew that he had used Joey, but he couldn't risk being close to someone.
Back in the video game room, Joey just sat there looking at his messy hands. This was breaking his heart. He had always been too willing to put his heart in something and was a very trusting person- this led to him being hurt a lot. He wasn't hurt now, he was beyond that; He was angry. He screamed and swung his hand at the porcelain lamp decorating the side table. It flew off and shattered on the ground, sending glass everywhere. He kicked the table across the room and threw the couch cushions at the paintings on the wall, which in turn dropped to the floor and broke.
Joey wheeler took one last look at the mess he made before wiping his messy hand on the couch and storming out the front door, not bothering to care that he had set off the burglar alarm.
