AUTHOR'S NOTE: I don't know if anyone here likes YamixKaiba pairings, but there's this one called Ne'er Do Well by HieiAijin1410 that I absolutely LOVED! I mean, she wrote this thing and it completely sucked me under. I'm serious, for anyone who loves yaoi you HAVE to read this! I read it quite some time ago, and I don't much like the pairing to be honest, but the way Aijin puts those two together is absolutely amazing. Be sure to read it when you get the chance! XD

"Shit." Joey said, glaring at the clock. He had overslept and it was already eight o'clock. Outside his window pale yellow light streamed in that barely helped his room. It didn't matter to Joey, however, since he already felt his blood tingling underneath his skin. This was his time, when the wolf came out to play. Smiling, Joey let the change flow over him.

As always, the change was painful. Still a newbie to all this it felt as if a thousand burning knives were stabbed into his skull. Penetrating his bones and ripping his skeleton out. Inside his head he screamed and for a moment panicked at the change coming upon him. Always this panic faded away as he fell to all fours, his spine arching, expanding, becoming rigid to accommodate his tail.

Joey blinked, looking around his room. He saw the world in blues and greens, no colors he saw with human eyes dominated this world. He felt himself scoff at his human ways and how he thought just because part of wolf traveled with him during the day that it compared to this form. However, this wasn't his true form. For a moment Joey felt tempted to change into his hybrid state, but nicked the idea. Later. It was time to meet up with his alpha.

Joey took a step and fell flat on his wolf face. He let out an annoyed growl and looked down to see what it was he had stepped on. His shirt hung off his new form and pooled around his paws. He yipped in annoyance, and quickly began to struggle to take his shirt off. He could take shape with his pants and boxers on, but he hadn't yet mastered shirts and jackets like Bakura had. It took a few minutes, but finally Joey had the shirt off.

He stepped over it, nosing his door open as he scented for any sign of his dad. To his relief he smelled only stale beer, the droppings of mice in the walls, the reek of sweat coming off the couch, and rotting food in the refrigerator. Joey waited a beat longer, hearing for any signs of his father coming home before coming out of his room.

He ignored the door behind as he moved to the front door, nosing this open as well. Neither him nor his father bothered to lock the door. They lived in a bad part of town, but they didn't have anything worth stealing save the TV. Still, Joey managed to shut the door by swinging it with his paw. Pulling away at the last minute as it clicked shut.

Joey trotted down the hallway, slipping down the stairs silent as a shadow. His claws clicked against the cement when he headed outside, but he ignored it. It had rained while he was asleep because the scents were clear and cold. He let his tongue hang out, enjoying the cool night air as it floated around him. Ahead of him he sensed alpha approaching at a fast pace, probably eager to get this done and over with.

Joey shot down the pavement towards his alpha, relishing the feel of his muscles bunching up under his thick coat before propelling him forward like a bullet. This wasn't even running, it was flying. His paws barely touched the ground as he flew down the sidewalk to a white wolf waiting in an alleyway. Joey let out a soft woof and skidded to a halt in front of the larger wolf. Tucking his tail between his legs, Joey came up to him and touched noses in greeting with his alpha. His alpha acknowledged him, turning around and leading the way to KaibaCorp. Joey wagged his tail in response and quickly followed after him.

Bakura navigated the streets and alleyways knowing precisely to stop out of sight from a passing car or person. He would wait a moment to be sure they were gone before proceeding. Joey panted behind him as they loped at a fast pace towards Kaiba's company. Joey wasn't to surprised Kaiba had chosen to stay in a place where he felt the most powerful. Especially being that high up the CEO would definitely feel safer far away from the place he called home.

You had sex with Ryou, didn't you? Joey said through the mind link to Bakura, who growled in response. Still, over the link Joey felt the satisfaction of hours of mating with the one he loved. Joey let out a low whine, wishing they could hurry to Kaiba. All day he had built up sexual frustration, but they couldn't risk going to Kaiba during the day.

Only because I had to. Bakura grumbled back over the mind link, a low growl echoing from his throat. Joey pricked his ears up, curious what had brought this sudden surge of anger.

Whoa, Alpha! What's wrong? I thought you loved screwing Ryou. Joey replied, but immediately regretted his word choice. Bakura spun around to glare at him a low snarl vibrating his chest. Joey let out a small whimper in apology that only made the alpha werewolf grumble before continuing.

Ryou was worried sick about you, Joseph. He was about to walk over to your house to check up on you before I distracted him. Bakura explained, and Joey had the decency to wince this time.

He hadn't realized Ryou had worried about him at all. Joey considered himself a bit of a loner even with his friends around. When he had been "turned" at the time, Bakura had done it under the pretense of a deal. Joey was lucky to have such a strong werewolf as his alpha, he knew, but he felt sometimes they were just living a ruse for the rest of the world. It wasn't that he didn't not like Ryou. As a matter of fact, Joey was surprised Ryou could be so cool and honest, he never lied to you. Always an awesome friend, he stood by you.

Joey just didn't think it was right that their friendship had started because Bakura had forced him into it. The blond was forbidden to let Ryou in on any of the inner workings of their "pack", which only featured two actual werewolves. If pack meant family, then they had three. A millennia old werewolf, a newbie blond werewolf, and one defenseless albino human boy. Yep, they were definitely the hardcore monsters media made them out to be. Dracula himself would have passed by destroying them, they were so pathetic.

When they reached KaibaCorp it became another matter of getting in. Unlike at the mansion where the doors were left unlocked for the security guards, this place was completely locked down. Joey reared up on his hind legs to paw helplessly at the double glass doors, but to no avail. He let out a small woof in frustration and dropped back to all fours. Quickly trotting around to the back of the building searching for another entrance. It took them a few minutes, but eventually Bakura found the door to the emergency stair case had been left unlocked and slipped in.

Immediately the spell washed over them, disguising them from human eyes. Anyone checking the security cameras now would wonder why high end devices were suddenly going on the fritz. Joey and Bakura took the steps in leaps and bounds, but by the fifth story both werewolfs were huffing and puffing. Joey's tongue lolled out between his fangs as he panted, trying to keep up with Bakura who insisted on hurrying to the top.

Next time let's just take the elevator. This is ridiculous! Joey complained his body rippling as he began to shift into human form to climb the last of the stories up to Kaiba's office. Bakura changed back as well, his back arching as he rose to his full height.

"You're the one who wanted the dragon." Bakura replied, panting slightly as he jogged up the last few flight of stairs. Joey groaned, chasing after his alpha.

"Maybe he knew tiring me out was a good defense. I can't imagine having to climb these every night to just get to him. Makes want to turn around now and just go take the elevator down." Joey complained for the second time, which made Bakura scoff at him.

"Sounds like a joke Ryou told me once. A blond was trapped on a deserted island 100 miles from shore. She swam 99 miles, complained she was tired, and swam all the way back." Bakura replied, and Joey shot him a glare.

"I ain't no girl, Kura." Joey snarled, but the thief just laughed at him.

"I wasn't questioning your sexuality, Joseph. I was referring to the fact that you're a stupid blond." Bakura joked, quickly hurrying up the stairs as Joey came after him with every intention of beating him to a bloody pulp.

When they got to the top, Bakura quickly slipped through a door and disappeared down the hallway. Not wanting to get beat, Joey dashed in after him. He came skidding to a halt in the hallway however when he saw Bakura was standing hear a set of heavy double doors peering in through a crack.

"I'm not an idiot!" Joey hissed, shouldering aside the older male to see what had grabbed his attention. Obviously, the first thing Joey noticed was the view of the ocean. A thin crescent moon hung over the water, creating a path before it. The room itself was dimly lit by a high lamp set in the corner, its setting set to a pale yellow casting the room in shadow. Against the ocean backdrop was a huge oak desk with a desktop computer, mug of stale coffee, papers, and a closed laptop.

Joey's eyes roamed to the sides, abstract paintings of Chinese dragons glared back at him accusingly from their frames. A few plants set in the corners, and in the center of it all two black leather couches facing each other. In between them a heavy pinewood coffee table. On one of those couches slept Kaiba himself, his head turned to the outside.

Joey stepped into Kaiba's office, feeling eerily he was stepping into a whole other world. This is where Kaiba spent most of his life, ruled his corporate empire, and dictated the entire shebang. Set to the side on a spare table was a few feet away from Kaiba's desk was a model of the very first Kaiba Land amusement park.

Bakura gently pushed the younger werewolf ahead of him into the office and silently closed the door behind them. Joey cautiously walked over to where Kaiba slept, peering into his face curiously. Kaiba's face was completely slack, his languid body stretched out along the length of the couch. On his chest rested a novel he had been reading with his hand on top. His other arm lay tucked between the couch and the length of his body. Joey guessed Kaiba had meant to only rest his eyes for a moment before drifting off to sleep. For a moment Joey was hesitant on waking up the brunette, after all the older teen certainly hadn't taken a nap till now.

"Tis a shame he's a bad one, isn't it?" Bakura whispered, drawing Joey out of his reverie.

"Huh?" Joey said, staring blankly at the thief. Bakura slowly shook his head having gone to inspect one of the paintings hanging around the room.

"Kaiba, he's never going to reach salvation, is he? Not even going to bother to find happiness in this life, just keeping working until the day he dies. I bet one day, twenty, possibly thirty years from now he'll come to work as always. Deal with his employees, read through the reports, and when he's getting up to leave for home at the end of the day he just keels grips his chest and falls." Bakura mused, studying the reflection of his protégé in the glass of the painting. Joey's face twisted into a grimace at the lonely thought, turning around to gaze back at the slumbering Kaiba.

"I don't want that for him." Joey said, surprising himself. The words had slipped out before he realized what he was saying. Yet it felt so natural to say it, because it was so true.

"Kaiba has to-" Joey began, but was cut off. Or, more adruptly, grabbed and pulled down. He heard Bakura yell and when he turned his head to see his alpha, Bakura was rushing towards him. A gunshot cracked over his head and he saw Bakura's head jerk back. His eyes widening as a spray of blood flew up from a hole in his skull.

For a moment Bakura swayed on his feet, as if his body couldn't quite absorb what had happened to it. Another two gunshots sounded over Joey's head, Kaiba's form coming into view as he edged forward cautiously. His entire body rigid and trained on firing his semi-automatic pistol. The last two bullets brought Bakura down, the white haired thief falling backward onto the Persian carpeting.

His body landed with a thud against the carpet, air escaping his body in a soft sigh. Joey stood rigid as he saw Kaiba advance on the fallen werewolf, his eyes still sighted down the pistol at Bakura's head. The old werewolf's body twitched slightly, but no other signs of life came from him.

Shocked, Joey lay where he saw, staring at the motionless body. He felt empty, as if someone had come along and uncorked his soul. Letting it fly into world to be ripped up by the wind. He could hardly feel himself breathing as he stared at Bakura's chest, willing it to rise. For him to roar and growl, surge to life on his feet and launch himself at his attacker.

Joey jumped when Kaiba emptied the rest of the magazine into Bakura's head before letting it drop to the floor with a clunk. Kaiba loaded up his other magazine and turned to point the pistol at Joey who simply sat there. His mouth had dropped open as he kept looking in between Kaiba and Bakura. His brain unable to make the connection.

A setup.

Kaiba must have hid the gun and ammo underneath his own body. Using himself as bait, letting them think he had fallen asleep in his office. Seeking refuge in a place he felt powerful, in control of his life. Shit! Joey couldn't believe he'd fallen into such an obvious trap! And now Bakura….he…..

"Alpha?" Joey called, his voice shaking a little. They were werewolves, they couldn't die, could they? They were immortal, that was what Bakura had promised him. Told him over and over again, had forced him to make the Deal. Drilled into him here on out he would lead a cursed life until he either committed suicide or a fanatic killed him off.

"ALPHA!" Joey screamed, jumping to his feet ignoring Kaiba. He dashed to the other werewolf's side, shaking his shoulders, yelling in his face, and even resorting to CPR to see if he could revive him. Nothing worked, only Bakura's sightless eyes staring at the ceiling. An expression of surprise on his face.

"Wheeler." Joey froze at the sound of that voice. How he hated him, his scent, the way he carried himself about. As if the world had been made to lie at his feet and rise at the command of his voice. A low, feral growl rumbled in Joey's chest as he slowly turned around, glaring at Kaiba. The CEO still had the pistol trained on him, the magazine fully loaded, and his finger on the trigger.

Joey bared his fangs, his eyes glowing red in the dim light. A bead of sweat ran down the side of Kaiba's face as the CEO inched back a step, being sure to keep the pistol trained on Joey. He saw hair beginning to slowly sprout along Joey's arms. It looked almost like his wolf coat, golden and luminescent but wiry. He saw the tips of Joey's ears begin to turn into points as he face began to lengthen as well into a wolf muzzle.

"Wheeler, I swear I'll shoot you if you keep transforming." Kaiba swore, his index finger tightening on the trigger. Joey gave him a wolfish grin just as a wet crack sounded in the room. Kaiba saw, sickened, as the bottom half of Joey's calfs were bent at an odd ankle. His feet became like those of a dogs, bent back before running up straight to at the knee. Joey rested on the balls of his…..paws?...while his palms had grown wider. The back of his hands growing that same strange hair as his nails became sharp claws. Pearly white fangs began to protrude from his growing muzzle.

SHOOT! A voice in Kaiba's head shouted at him. SHOOT THE DAMN THING! CAN'T YOU SEE HE'S GOING TO KILL YOU? And yet Kaiba couldn't bring himself to shoot. Joey continued transforming, a rip sounding before a tale suddenly appeared behind him. Waving slowly from side to side in the air as Joey leaned forward to let the transformation take its full course. Kaiba's mouth went dry as the creature in front of him shook its entire body like a wet dog. As if trying to cast off its humanity in the wake of its new form, its rebirth.

Then it raised its head.

Red eyes awash in a sea of golden fur glared at Kaiba, his reflection trapped within its pupil. Its muzzle was huge, at least the length of Kaiba's forearm. His entire body built of wiry muscle and pressurized power, able to rend apart a freight train in seconds. In this form Joey topped at least ten feet tall if he to stand on his hind legs. On all fours he was less then half that height, his shoulders only four feet high off the ground. Not the three feet he had in his wolf form.

It was Kaiba's turn to jump when the beast threw back its head, an earth shattering howl ripping from its throat. The cry filled the entire room, causing the windows to rattle in their casements. Low and mournful, full of pain for a moment even Kaiba wanted to get on his knees and cry along with this animal. Only to realize it in turn had caused him pain and forced him to kill the only other creature like it.

Kaiba swallowed, but his throat felt dry. Panic clouded his thoughts, sheer terror racing through his body and urging him to make a run for it. Even risk flinging himself out his own windows in order to save himself. It wouldn't matter if he tried, Kaiba knew for a fact those windows were bullet proof.

Joey seemed to settle down a bit after his howl, turning to nose his dead comrade. Kaiba glanced at the door, and quietly began to step towards it. He had seen how fast Bakura could go, he had been a blur when Kaiba had aimed in his direction and pulled the trigger. There had been a slim chance of him even hitting the werewolf, let alone getting him right in the forehead. For a second Kaiba was positive he was safe. He was only two yards away from the doors, he could dash down the hall and up onto the stairs, bolt the doors behind him. Get his jet into the air and circle back to the mansion to pick up Mokuba. They had more than enough money to live anywhere in the world they wanted, far away from Joey and Bakura.

As if reading his thoughts, Joey turned his head towards the brunette. Kaiba raised his gun and made a beeline for the doors. He hadn't so much as taken a step before Joey overcame him, grabbing his arm and yanking him to his chest in one fluid motion. Kaiba felt his shoulder dislocate and cried out in pain, the gun slipping out of his limp fingers and onto the floor. Joey easily flung Kaiba across the room a second later, grinding the pistol under one of his feet. Kaiba heard the screech of metal on metal, and when Joey raised his foot again he saw to his dismay his pistol had been reduced to be sold to the scrap heap.

Joey stalked towards him on all fours, his ruby eyes trained on his prey. Saliva dripped from his open maw, pooling on the floor as he came closer. Kaiba lay against the wall, stunned beyond belief as he watched his murderer coming closer…..closer….

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yeah, yeah, yeah I know you all want hot, steamy, Joey wolf rape Kaiba sex. It's coming, people, I promise! And yes, I do know what the hell I'm doing! I'm a trained professional, you see. ;)

Okay, I don't usually like to leave long notes, but anyone know about firefox personas? I went to the website for those, and found Yugioh personas. Now I have a supercute one of Joey and his scapegoats. I literally had a nosebleed from the cuteness! And yes, they have quite smexy Kaiba personas as well. Review, and I may just put in some yaoi next chapter. Muahahahahahahahahahah!