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000

Seto was leaning on the limo outside Joey's apartment building when the blonde made it outside. A few kids were fascinated by the vehicle and were being shoed away by the driver. Seto wore his usual sleeveless coat over a blue button up with the sleeves rolled up, dark jeans, and converse. He looked every bit of the pretty boy rich kid that he was. Joey felt a little under dressed in a denim jacket, white t-shirt, and jeans. But that just showed how different they were. Rich and flashy for Kaiba, down to earth and bland for Joey. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, thankful none of his friends lived nearby and that he didn't know of any of his classmates living in the area. Anyone would recognize Seto right away, even if sunglasses were obscuring his eyes.

"Hey." Joey greeted. "Uh…I guess I'm ready."

"You are or you guess?" Seto asked, looking under the glasses at him.

"I am. Yeah, I am."

Seto opened the door, letting Joey enter first. He couldn't help but watch the blonde enter the vehicle, each movement making his rear end sway a little. He swallowed hard. This was nothing. It was just a fake date so he could get in through the front door. It wasn't going to be anything, and it didn't mean anything. The idea that it could be more was laughable, Kaiba decided as he entered the limo. The door quickly shut behind him and the driver raced to get back in the driver's seat.

"Doesn't that get embarrassing?"

"What?" Kaiba cocked an eyebrow.

"Not doing anything for yourself. Ever."

"That's what servants are for." Seto said as if Joey were a fool, as he took off his sunglasses.

"Yeah, I guess…" Joey shrugged. "I could never get used to that. I have to do things for myself."

Kaiba shrugged. "To each their own."

"You didn't grow up that way, though."

"Watch it."

"Just saying. How did you get used to it so easily? It's like second nature with you guys…"

"Got tired of being my own parent."

"Oh…right…s-sorry…I…"

"I'm not some overly sensitive wuss, alright?" Kaiba glared. "Stop apologizing for everything."

"S…yeah…you're right." Joey laughed. "You're too much of an egotistical prick for that." He rubbed the back of his neck, looking out the tinted window.

Kaiba couldn't help but smirk, enjoying the smooth redness creeping up the blonde's neck from embarrassment. If he wasn't thoroughly annoyed by the New Yorker at every chance the blonde got, he'd find him attractive in a way. A street rat Aladdin kind of way. Which would make him Jasmine. He shuddered at the thought, tearing his eyes away. Why did he ask him to do this again? Oh, right, he needed a date to get in. This wasn't a date, it was just an easy entry to the club. He could have just paid to get in alone, but he didn't feel like having to report to Gozoboro that his money went to entering gay night club. Then again, he didn't feel like explaining to Joey, of all people, that the night club was full of mostly gay clients. He had a feeling the blonde wouldn't care either way, but it would give him a reason to pick on him.

"Say, what is Venue, anyway?" Joey asked. "I've never heard of it."

"Probably not your kind of place, that's why."

"What makes you say that? Ah, you're not taking me to some ritzy place, are you? I would have dressed better."

"You look fine."

"Nyeh?"

Kaiba looked away, his blush matching his companion's. "It's not a fancy place. You're not under dressed."

"Does that mean you're over-dressed?"

"No such thing."

"A suit in gym class."

"Hm…"

Silence took over again as they finished the ride to the club. Seto opened the door.

"After you, mutt."

"Brains before beauty, Kaiba." Joey winked, slipping out of the limo.

Kaiba flushed. God damn it, Wheeler. He followed and talked to the driver for a moment while Joey ogled the building they were in front of. The line wasn't very long, but people walking down the street together looked ready to party, so it would be. Venue was a pretty plain building with bright neon purple lights proclaiming its name to the world. There were no windows, and the thumping music coming from inside seemed to make the sidewalk shake. Joey looked at the sign for less than a minute, but saw stars when he looked away. There was a bouncer at the door with an ear piece on, dressed in a tight black shirt that read SECURITY on the back in white. He tapped on the headset and spoke into it before moving the velvet rope and letting a group of young girls inside.

"You done staring?" Kaiba asked, folding his arms over his chest. "Let's go."

"Yeah, sure." Joey led the eldest Kaiba brother to the end of the line.

The line went rather quickly, a few people paying to get in alone while others did not and went in as couples. Joey fixed a level glare at Kaiba.

"You don't need me to get in." He stated. "You just need me to get in free."

"I don't need father asking about the charge on his card."

"What? He doesn't know you're into meh…"

Kaiba slapped a hand over Joey's mouth, glaring. He leaned close so only the blonde would hear what he muttered.

"That information stays in here." He tapped Joey's temple. "Or did you forget?"

Joey peeled his hand off, trying to ignore how the scent of Kaiba's woodsy cologne made something within his pants twitch.

"Damn, Kaiba. Can't ya chill out for a second?" He asked. "You that ashamed?"

"Of course not. Just no one's business but my own."

"And the bartender's. And mine. And whoever you take home from these kinds of places. And…"

A hand found its way over his mouth again.

"Quiet, mutt."

Joey pulled his hand off again. "Make me."

"I have. Twice."

Joey glared, making the brunette chuckle. They moved up in the line, getting to the security guard at the front rather quickly. The guy smiled at them and waved his hand to let them through, opening the velvet rope. The inside of the bar was pretty dark, but two people with flashlights opened curtains to show the rest of the club. Pulsing lights and cheesy one-hit wonders and overly played pop songs poured from the speakers. People danced on the floor or sat at tables and booths, talking with dates or people they were otherwise interested in.

"This is where we split." Kaiba said. "Do whatever you want. We're leaving at eleven."

"Huh?" Joey looked at him. "Oh…right. Yeah, enjoy yourself, Kaiba. Don't strand me here when you find some piece of ass to take home, alright?"

"I should say the same for you. At least message me if you do."

"I don't have your phone number."

"Then you better not leave with someone or I'm killing you."

Joey glared as he watched the brunette stalk off towards the left side of the club. He sighed, starting to go the other way.

"Where's your date going?" A girl asked him.

"Huh? Kaiba? We're just friends." Okay, that was a lie, but he had to say something.

"Oh?" She giggled. "Well, aren't I lucky, then? Care to dance?"

"Dance? Sure, why not." He shrugged.

He may as well socialize while he was there, though the girl wasn't his type. He followed her to the dance floor, where she promptly put her back to him and started dancing with him, grinding against him. He tried to enjoy it, he did, but it didn't do anything for him. He didn't know her, and grinding against him was more irritating than anything. She seemed to sense his boredom, as she left him a few minutes later to grind against some other guy. Another girl pulled him in to dance, facing him and moving along with the beat in a way that was less attached to him and less offensive than the other one. When he got tired, he left the group of teens that had joined him and the other girl to get a drink from the bar. He looked around, taking a sip of his soda from the cup he was given by the bartender. He didn't see Kaiba anywhere and hoped the brunette hadn't ditched him like they'd joked about. Eventually his eyes settled on the brunette, clearly annoyed by the guys flirting with him. An ugly feeling crept up Joey's throat from his stomach as he watched a guy touch Kaiba's arm and the rich boy actually smiling at him, though it seemed forced. Why the hell was it bothering him? Just because some cute guy was hanging over his semi-date instead of him? The cute guy, not Kaiba. If he was ever hanging all Joey, the blonde would probably deck him. Was this jealousy or something…? No frigging way. Joey laughed. How pathetic.

000

On the other side of the bar, Kaiba's eyes never left the New Yorker as he danced with a few girls, then a group. One of the guys got a little too close and it made him practically growl, even though the people hanging on him didn't seem to notice the sound. One of the guys touched his arm.

"Got your eye on something, Kaiba?" He asked.

"Of course not." Kaiba smiled gently, forcing it as he patted the other man's hand. "Just surveying the ground."

"Sure." He laughed. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"Hmph." Kaiba ignored him, looking around for a sign of Joey again.

Why was he affected by a guy getting too close to the mutt? It wasn't like they were a thing, nor did he have romantic feelings in any way, shape, or form, so why did he feel so…so…jealous? Disgusting. This was Wheeler, a mutt even amongst mutts. There was no way he was attracted to the blonde. So why…?

"Something bothering you?" One of the girls asked, sipping a martini. "You've got this look on your face."

"Honey, he's always got that look on his face." Retorted the girl with her arm around the other's middle.

"No, I'm fine."

"It's blondie, isn't it?" A second guy smirked. "He's cute. Take him home."

"I have to. I came here with him."

"Your date?"

"I didn't feel like paying the fee. He owed me a favor."

"Well, if you're not going to go for him, allow me." The man all but purred.

Kaiba's lip raised in a mute growl. "I'm not even sure he's gay. Dances around the subject a lot."

"Does he know you are?"

"I haven't outright said it, but he's figured it out…" Kaiba spoke slowly.

"Then he can't be gay. He'd have jumped you by now. And that's not because I believe the stereotype that all gays are attracted to one another, it's not." The first girl shook her head. "But even lesbians and straight guys know you're fine. And I know jack shit about dating men."

Kaiba snorted. "We hate each other."

"Why does he owe you a favor, then?"

"I gave him a ride home. He says he owes me."

"You gave him a ride home…because you hate each other?"

"…"

"Listen, sweetie, you can lie to yourself all you want, but not to us. I know that look in your eye. I've seen it before in Permanently Horny over there," she nodded at the first guy, who protested, "and I'm rather certain it's lust." She nodded back at Joey. "Blondie's attractive, I admit. What do you feel when you look at him?"

"What do I feel?" Kaiba snorted. "Like punching that look off his face."

"Oh, and the guy hanging on him right now isn't bothering you?"

Kaiba looked over to see that another couple of guy had approached Joey, one sitting on the stool next to him and having a hand on his knee, the other with his arm around the blushing blonde. He tried not to vomit in his own mouth.

"No, not at all." He lied.

"Don't ever play poker. You suck."

"Not nice, Kaya." The first guy laughed.

"When am I ever nice, cos?"

"I'm telling you, I don't have a thing for Wheeler." Kaiba snorted. "I could have my pick of any guy here. Why would I settle on the mutt?"

"Sensitive, much?" The girl with the martini grabbed her girlfriend's wrist. "We're going to go dance. When you're done lying to yourself, go talk to blondie."

They left, the other guys shrugging and following suit, the cousin patting him awkwardly on the shoulder as they left. Kaiba leaned against the wall, one foot against it with his knee bent out. He hugged his crossed arms tight to his chest. Feelings for Joey? Ridiculous. He unfolded his arms and ran a hand through his hair. If he wasn't jealous, then why did all the attention Wheeler was receiving make him feel like punching everyone that got too close? Why did his stomach acid bubble up in his throat and threaten to spill from his lips? Why was he annoyed that the blonde was getting so much attention? It wasn't like he wouldn't get any of his own during the night. Hell, he might even settle for a quickie or a blowjob in the bathroom with some random guy he found that night. But to think that he might take home Joey and ravish him until their bodies ached? Ridiculous. He shook his head. Where had that thought come from? Hardly comparable. Seto watched the guys flirting with Joey for a while before he growled. He did not like how handsy they were with his date. Knowing he'd probably regret it in the morning, he pushed off the wall to make his way to the other boys. Hell or high water, he was getting those guys away from his blonde.