YUGIOH

Invisible Stalker

Warning: Male sex, possible rape.

Chapter 4.

It was the next day at school. Joey especially didn't want to do anything like that at school anymore, for fear of Yami noticing him. As far as Joey knew, magic was the only real way to stop magic, and he didn't want to be stopped...this was way too fun for him. Why tormenting Kaiba was the choice of things to do from anything else, Joey wasn't sure...probably just to get even with the biggest bully of them all. But it was fun nonetheless, and he refused to stop. Besides, it's only been a couple days. He'd just give the arm band back to Yugi in a few more days.

Well...maybe a week. Two weeks tops!

But Joey was starting to see the best way of using this item. If he got hungry, he could take a nap in the park and his ghost form could go and snag some food, somewhere. Then at night, he could steal Kaiba's food and go torment him at home. And if he didn't overdue it, he'd have enough energy to handle the next day, without wanting to pass out. It was perfect. And he'd have more food than he ever had, before.

After school, Joey hung out with his friends, acting like there was nothing unusual. He even went home where his Dad threw another tantrum for not having any money, before he stormed out on his own to probably mug some lady.

Now alone and without worry of his Dad beating him up, he relaxed and his soul left his body for more adventures. Joey once again had fun spinning in the air, before heading anxiously back to Kaiba's.

Kaiba was not in a good mood today. First, Mokuba told him about the bread incident, and he assumed it might have had something to do with this strange phenomena following him around, lately. Then, his security told him his new camera project wouldn't be done for atleast a couple weeks to find the right cameras, refit the house, then redo the entire hardware setup to handle the new system. Plus, there was the new computer they also had to install, that would be connecting the cameras to handle showing the different light visions on the monitors and recorders.

He wanted it done sooner, but it didn't look like it was going to be done any quicker than that. And he was concerned...about Mokuba. Was this thing a danger to him? Was this thing a danger to Kaiba Corp? It had to be some enemy company doing this for their own gains...but who, and how? Plus, what did they want?

Kaiba was so stressed out, he didn't even try to work tonight at his home. Instead, he was lying in his bed in the dark, where his eyes could relax in the darkness...no longer looking at the bright florescent monitor screen.

Joey had found some more snacks to chow on in the kitchen and slipped upstairs, surprised to see it so dark. It took a moment for Joey to realize Kaiba was in fact in the room. "Is he asleep?" Joey wondered. "Too bad I can't make eerie ghost noises for him to hear." He muttered, looking down at him.

But since he managed to freak Kaiba out from contact last time, he decided maybe he could do that to him again. Joey moved over to him and gently poked him in the chest. Kaiba eyes immediately sprung open, surprising Joey.

"Damn...he's a light sleeper." He said.

"You're back, aren't you?" Kaiba calmly asked. "What do you want?"

'Like I can answer.' Joey thought. He had to admit...it was weird seeing Kaiba looking so calm, almost relaxed on the bed in...his...pajamas. 'Wow….that 'is' weird. I never seen him in anything but his school uniform and his 'I'm a god' clothes.'

Kaiba slowly rose from his bed, moving back to his laptop...turning it on.

"Aw, come on. Not that again!" Joey snapped, even though he couldn't be heard. "Don't you ever stop working?"

Kaiba sat down at the computer, opening up a new file. He then typed, "Can you hear me when I speak?"

"Oh! He's just trying to use it to talk ta me. That's cool." Joey said. But did he want to play Kaiba's game? Last time, Kaiba made him angry from typing to him. And since he was supposed to be a ghost, maybe he shouldn't type back. "Well...he should know if I can hear him, atleast."

So, Joey typed, 'yeah'.

"So, you can hear me." Kaiba said. "Yet, you never speak...atleast as far as I know. Do you purposely stay quiet, or can I simply not hear you?"

"Obviously, he can't get it through his head, yet." Joey muttered, and typed, 'ghosts cant talk'.

Kaiba smirked, "I see. So, you're still trying to convince me that you're a ghost. Last I knew, ghosts can't type, either."

Joey typed to him, 'meet a lot uh ghosts?'

"Hmph." Kaiba snorted, not liking that answer too much. "Why don't we get to the point, here. You're here for some reason. Why are you here? What do you want from me?"

Joey laughed and slowly typed, 'I'm yer dead Aunt Edna. I'm here ta hawnt you.'

Kaiba sighed, rubbing his head. "Seriously..." But there was no further answer.

"Ha, figure it out yerself, ya prick!" Joey laughed, still laughing after typing the Edna BS. But typing that much was also kinda tough for ghostly fingers. It took a lot of concentration, and he hated focusing on anything he thought of as work. Joey then pressed his hand on Kaiba's shoulder again, hoping to make him react again like yesterday. He liked when Kaiba seemed freaked. Well...it was maybe freaking-out for Kaiba.

But this time, Kaiba ignored the hand, and nodded. "All right...so you don't intend on telling me why. Then how about a game? I'll guess, and you tell me if I'm right or wrong. That's not so difficult, is it? Even for a ghost, at your mental capacity."

Joey was growling again. "Yer just lucky I can't pick up anything too heavy to land on yer head!"

"Are you here to try and find secrets on my company?"

Joey answered, 'no'.

"Are you here for revenge, for something I might have done?"

For a moment, Kaiba wasn't sure if the ghost would answer. Finally, it put down, 'maybe a little'

"So, you hate me. This whole thing is to get even."

'no'.

"Don't lie. That's against the rules of the game." Kaiba stated.

Joey felt bad. Was Kaiba right? Was that all he was here for….to hurt Kaiba? Somehow, that didn't sound right. "But, I ain't like that. I aint trying to hurt him. It's more like...a practical joke, that's all. I'm just messing with his head, a little. It aint to really hurt him."

Again, he typed, 'no!'

Kaiba was puzzled. This thing admitted to wanting revenge, and yet it was intently stating it wasn't to get even and he wasn't hated. 'Maybe it's in denial.' He thought.

As Kaiba considered the next question, he could feel one of his shoulder muscles tightening from stress and rotated his shoulder slightly to try and ease it.

Joey noticed the movement, and moved his hand to try to ease Kaiba's shoulder. Kaiba could feel him, but it was a slight touch rubbing against him, unable to rub too hard. It felt good, but he refused to admit that. Then he realized...the touch wasn't on his pajama shirt, it was on his skin!

Kaiba looked over, able to feel Joey still moving his hand on his skin and yet...his shirt never moved, as if nothing was there. Kaiba's eyes widened in wonder, and asked, "How are you doing this?"

Joey looked over, thinking, 'What? What is he talking about?' He had all ready touched Kaiba a minute ago with no reaction, so why was he surprised again?

That's when he noticed what Kaiba had caught onto. He was able to also moved right through the clothing and touch/massage the shoulder at the same time. 'Wow...I didn't even know I could do that!' Joey thought. "That is so cool!"

Joey let go of his shoulder, then moved it back...once again touching the skin, underneath. Joey was so fascinated over this, he continued to move down Kaiba's back to his other shoulder, then to his back again...touching every little contour and detail. Every little dent and spot and scar...

"Stop."

Kaiba was now tense and very rigid, looking slightly unnerved that something he couldn't see, touch, or stop was moving his fingers all over parts of his body, without even his clothing to stop him from doing anything wrong.

Joey immediately pulled away, spouting, "What am I doing?"

He felt pretty embarrassed, but quickly reminded himself that Kaiba had no idea who he was. And to his surprise, doing that to Kaiba actually gave him a slight chubby...which was even more embarrassing. "What the hell is wrong with me?" Joey thought. "And wait a minute...how can I even get a hard-on? I'm a ghost!"

But Joey was snapped back to the present, when Kaiba began to speak again. "Listen...whatever I've done to you to somehow wrong you, I can fix this. Tell me who you really are, and I'll see to it that you are offered compensation for whatever loss I have caused to you."

"Now who's lying." Joey muttered, and typed, 'lyer.'

Kaiba smirked, at both the bad spelling and the fact that this person knew him enough to know he was full of it. Despite the possible harm this person could cause, Kaiba was feeling the strange rush of a challenge. It was a new game for him...a game he wanted to win. In honesty, he wanted to find out who this person was on his own...without the supposed 'ghost's' help to do it. Well...unless he was dumb enough to tell him. But, then he wouldn't be a worthy challenge.

"If you really are a ghost, then you must have died young to have such lousy spelling...Edna." Kaiba smirked.

Joey got pissed again. But how to get back at him? There was a sudden quick thought that appeared in Joey's head, remembering that Kaiba didn't like when he touched him. It was quickly followed by a rush to his groin, encouraging him to do so. When did he get into liking Kaiba like that in the first place, though? ...or into guys, for that matter?

Joey pushed back the thought that this was a guy, and convinced himself he wasn't doing anything too harsh. Just a small touch to freak Kaiba out. He was just teasing him...it wasn't for his own pleasure.

Kaiba felt the hand again, this time skim up the skin of his chest, moving the little chest hairs as he did so. And again Kaiba froze, not liking the idea of someone or something doing whatever he or she wanted to his person, and helpless to stop it. "I said don't do that." Kaiba said, calmly.

'be nice.' Appeared on the monitor.

It caused Kaiba to scowl, realizing it must be this thing's version of a penalty game. "I don't care what you are." Kaiba snapped. "You can't tell me what to say or do." He insisted in protest, his ego getting in the way.

"Fine...then you deserve this." Joey said, as he came over him and began to explore all over his front chest area.

Kaiba stood, immediately moving away. "I said, cut it out!" Kaiba snapped angrily, using anger to hide his fear.

"Uh-uh." Joey grinned, as he easily kept right up to Kaiba, touching him again. "Why don't you say your sorry fer once. 'I give'...something along that line. Then maybe then I'll be nice."

Kaiba tried to get away from the strange exploring hands and managing to back himself into a corner. He had the urge to run out of the room and his house as quick as he could, but he refused to let himself do so, because it might make him look like a coward.

He blushed terribly, as he whispered, "Stop it..."

And by this time, Joey was so rock hard, and that obvious blush on Kaiba's face made him look so fuckable right now...he couldn't even consider the idea of stopping. "I didn't hear the magic word, yet...'please or sorry'." He said, forgetting that Kaiba couldn't hear him or push him away.

Joey moved his head down, and next licked up Kaiba's chest, hearing the inhale of breath from Kaiba which only encouraged him more.

Joey moved down and stroked his own member while wondering how he could even 'get' a ghostly hard-on, but his need to release was overwhelming any other thought in Joey's head. So, Joey's exploring hand moved to the one main region in Kaiba's pants, finding he wasn't the only one with a hard-on.

Kaiba gasped before he could stop himself, and quickly put a hand to his mouth as his blush got even redder. This wasn't happening to him. It was beyond humiliating, and...for some reason he was liking this. Finally, his ego was beginning to wane, as he decided pride or not...he should get the hell out of there. But, now his own body was betraying him and not wanting to leave this. Besides, where could he go? This thing could follow him anywhere...couldn't it?

The hand he used to cover his mouth only stopped Kaiba from gasping out for so long. As Joey quickened the movement on his shaft, the gasps could be heard again. By this time, Kaiba had slipped further down onto the floor, watching his member get moved around his pants on its own accord.

Joey stopped playing with himself to unsnap the little clamp holding Kaiba's pajama pants together, as it came apart showing Kaiba's pride waving in the wind. Joey grinned down at the lustful look on Kaiba's face, and said, "Let's see if I can do this as a ghost." He then moved over Kaiba and came down onto him.

Soon enough, Kaiba had stopped protesting altogether, and was now pleading for the ghost not to stop. After Kaiba came, Joey then inserted himself and thrusted himself hard into Kaiba.

Joey was next to cum...confusing him on this whole ghost-thing once again, and how he could do this. Joey finally pulled out, looking down at himself. "That's weird. I feel like I came...but there's nutt'n there."

Kaiba was on the ground thoroughly fucked, ready to pass-out right there on the floor. Joey looked down, saying, "You should probably get in bed." Then finally remembered. "Oh, yeah...you can't hear me."

Suddenly warning bells rang through his head. 'Wait. He can't hear me, and all that time I was waiting for an apology. I thought he kept quiet on purpose maybe, cuz...oh, shit. That don't mean I raped him, does it?'

Suddenly, in fear and panic, Joey felt the strange sensation of an anchor attached to his soul and was rushed to his body so fast, he didn't know what happened...emotionally filled with fear that he did something horrible.