WARNING(S): Some character ages have been modified for the story. Some family relations and relationships have been altered to fit the story line better. Coarse Language. Sexual situations.

A / n: Thank you guys for the continuous support! DanoR1392 and I are always grateful. Please enjoy the following chapter, :)


Seto glanced back at his watch and let out a frustrated sigh. Where the hell was he? He looked at his work and let out another sigh and stood up, heading to his room at Kaiba Corp, walking over to his washroom and slipping in. Maybe a shower would help him relax.

As he washed himself in the warm spray, he found himself humming. He wasn't really sure why, just kind of felt like it... which was weird... However he couldn't help the overgrown feeling of worry gnawing at his insides. Why wasn't the mutt here? He was three hours late! Although he was immature, he was never late. Usually, if anything, he was early.

That was it. If he wasn't there by the time Seto finished his shower he was sending a damn search party. Wait, no... Was that weird? After all, Joey was a grown man and had every right not to show up if he didn't want to. He shrugged and slipped out, pushing the thoughts aside, tugging on a robe and hastily tying it around his waist before stepping out of the washroom.

"What's up, sir*?" It was none other than the mutt himself, holding out a cup of coffee on a small saucer.

A loud gasp left the taller and he clutched his chest, gripping the door. "The hell's wrong with you! Stop scaring people!" He shot the other a glared. Muttering under his breath "- gonna give me a goddamn heart attack." He scowled. "Don't just invite yourself into people's bedrooms! What if I came out naked for crying out loud?"

Joey shrugged his shoulders, that signature grin on his face. "I'd have dealt with it, no worries." Only this time his it faded a little too quickly for Seto's liking. "Hey, my apologies about being late. I hope ya don't can me over it."

Seto stared at the other, looking him over before giving a curt nod. "Fine. Apology accepted. Next time call if you're running late." He turned to his dresser and sighed. "Dammit. Maid forgot to do the laundry." He ran a hand through his still damp hair.

Joey couldn't resist himself, he reached from behind Seto to stop him from opening another dresser drawer. Their bodies almost touching, "Do you really need clothes? They're so... overrated nowadays."

The taller's breath caught in his throat and he swallowed hard. He went to speak but all that slipped out was a rather high pitched squeak of sorts, his hand still resting on a drawer handle. He could feel the heat from the other's hand, mere millimeters away from his. He glanced at the other out of the corner of his eye.

Joey nuzzled Seto's cheek, placing a soft but feverish kiss upon his neck. He wasn't exactly sure what he wanted to happen, or where he intended to take things... Joey was a go-with-the-flow sort of person anyway.

Seto's eyes slipped shut and he slowly turned his head, nudging the other's nose with his own, moving it away from his neck and in direct line of his lips. He shifted until he was facing the other, trailing his hand up the other's arm, over his shoulder, along his neck and into the blonde strands.

His head tilted slightly and he leaned in, gently pressing his lips against the shorter's.

Joey deepened the kiss, pressing harder as he leaned Seto up against the mahogany colored armoire. He kissed his lips, jawline, neck... sneaking in a nibble or two Joey stopped to whisper in his ear, "I want you."

A quiet moan left the taller. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears as his temperature steadily rose. His hands found themselves on lean hips, gently gripping them. He opened his mouth and said the first thing that felt right. "Why?" He froze, followed by closing his eyes in disbelief.

The blonde grasped the other's cheek, "Because, you're just... you, Seto. You're the most intense person I've ever known. Only you can have a panic attack, laugh, cry and then get real mad all in fifteen minutes or less." He captured Seto's lips again, relying on using his tip-toes to kiss the other's nose. "I want you, because you're you." he finally finished his train of thought, massaging the other's muscular arms.

Seto stared shocked and looked away, a blush staining his cheeks and a scowl crossing his features. "Do not." he grumbled out. "Don't make me sound Bipolar." he let a slight smirk tug at the corner of his lips.

Joey smirked himself, "No, no... it's only classified as bipolar if it happens in ten minutes...and you cry twice." He promised the other with some light amusement.

"Oh, well then." he said with a grin, pulling the other closer to himself by the waist. He nipped the shorter's nose and pulled back slightly, his arms still keeping the other flat against him.

Joey sighed, running his hands through Seto's damp brunette hair. He wanted to take Seto out right here and make rough yet gentle love to him all day long, but it might come off too strong. Subtly, he opened the robe, slowly running his hand down the washboard abs, then up his chest again.

Seto shivered at the other's touch, his cheeks tinging pink when his robe opened. All he could think was, 'Please, for the love of god, don't open your damn mouth, Seto Kaiba!' He felt his fingers shake slightly as they slipped up the other's waist, purposely dipping under the thin t-shirt, his fingers brushing the warm skin.

Joey pressed Seto's hands firmly, "You've got this. There's nothing sexier than a firm grip from..." he swallowed hard. "Someone you trust." He finished softly. His deep brown eyes, looking into Seto's blue hues for a sign. Anything, that this was alright and he wasn't being forced into anything he didn't want to do.

Seto stared back for a moment and swallowed. He moved in and pressed his lips against the other's. He continued holding back his desires. What if he scared the other away? He wasn't shaking from fear. No, that would have been so much easier. He was shaking from restraint. Years of pent up sexual frustration was threatening to bubble up and over and the last thing he wanted was to push the other too hard.

Joey had both hands touching Seto's toned stomach now, "Y'wanna know how I lost it?"

Seto's body convulsed slightly and he pressed his forehead against the other's nodding. God he wanted to hear everything the other had done. Fuck it. He wanted to feel everything he'd done. He subconsciously tightened his grip on the other's hips, his eyes closed, letting out controlled breaths. He could feel the heat radiating off the other. It was very distracting, but a good kind of distraction.

Joey chuckled lightly, "In a game. A stupid, but crucial game." He revealed in a single sentence.

Seto furrowed his brows confused. A game? "What on earth were you playing?" Is this what happened at parties? If so he was suddenly glad he always had to 'work' those days.

The blond gave a nod, leaning into Seto's embrace more than he had before. "Yeah, a silly little game. I could give you a demonstration. Wanna play?" He asked the other sultrily, although it sounded dumb - he hoped Seto wouldn't turn him down.

The other felt a sly smirk slide across his face. "I guess I could give it a shot." he held the other close as he spoke, feeling the other might need it. "If you're up for it anyways." he challenged the older.

He grinned, "I'm always up for something like that. It's hard to find anything that I'm down for." He took Seto's hand and kissed it, "Are you nervous?" By Seto's puzzled look, he knew he had to explain further. "You either kiss or be intimate with the other person, and then ask if they're nervous. I always said I wasn't nervous, so they made me intensely nervous." He shrugged at the memory, it wasn't his fondest. If anything, what he was experiencing right here and now - was his absolute fondest. Very unsure of why, he shook the thought away and focused on Seto once more.

Seto nodded in understanding... but what should he do? This wasn't just testing Joey's limitations, but his own as well. Was he supposed to start with the hand too? It seemed a bit lame to ask if the other was nervous. But he knew that was mostly because it was embarrassing, more so than lame. He hesitantly leaned down and pressed his lips gently against the other's shoulder. "Are you nervous?" He mumbled out, a blush staining his cheeks.

Joey melted into the touch, he wasn't nervous but he was gaining a strong urge of desire. "N-not really..." He made his move planting soft, multiple kisses upon Seto's chest. "Are you..." another few kisses in between, a soft moan accidentally escaped his lips. "Nervous?"

The taller's breathing became shallow as he trailed his finger straight down the other's spine, stopping at the other's tailbone. "No. Are you?" His voice dropped as his lust rose.

Joey shivered, the good kind of shiver and he wriggled a little. "That was weird, but I liked it." It was now game time, he knelt down and separated the robe a little further, trailing his hot tongue just under the navel of the brunette. "Nervous?"

Seto's eyes widened "No." He squeaked out before clearing his throat embarrassed. He hesitantly looked down and felt a pull in his abdomen, his breath catching. It took everything he had not to grab the other, and all his strength to stop his knees from buckling.

He could feel Joey smiling against his skin, "I think you're full of bullshit, Mr. C-E-O." His warm breath upon Seto's skin was the perfect recipe for goose bumps, if nothing else as well. The next kiss slightly lower, lingering longer.

Seto closed his eyes in anticipation, his head starting to tilt back-

"Seto! Can I have - OH MY GOD!"

"SHIT!" Seto bent in half covering himself. "Why can't anyone fucking knock in this goddamn place?" His voice was far higher than usual. Mokuba had slapped his hand over his eyes, an expression on his face similar to that of shock, fear and disgust.

"Oh god! I really didn't need to see that!"

"Then knock!" Seto barked back. Mokuba slammed the door and a hesitant knock followed. Seto's head flopped and he let out an exasperated sigh. "What Mokuba?"

Joey took liberty in covering Seto back up with the robe, but he kissed his cheek. "It's okay," he told him softly. "I was getting nervous." He admitted with a small chuckle.

"Can I borrow a pencil?" He finally revealed the 'important' question from the other side of the door.

Seto's head snapped up towards his brother, reaching a hand out to gently squeeze Joey's arm.

"Seriously? All that for a pencil? I just bought you a pack of fifty, two days ago! What did you do? Eat them all?" He couldn't stand up straight yet, so he continued to stay squatting on the floor, his head and shoulders above the bed.

"The boy is an avid tree hater, he just... needs a lot of pencils." Joey brushed Seto's hair back, straddling the frightened young man. "He's young, he'll bounce back from that startle. And he'll learn to knock. Trust me." Joey whispered, a small smile upon his face.

Seto frowned but gave a nod. He gripped the other tight and stood, up, easily lifting the other off the ground and gently tossing him on the bed.

"It's late, we should get some sleep." He stretched before making sure the door was indeed closed. He stripped off his house coat and slipped under the blankets, hiding his blush from the other.

Joey didn't have to be told twice to get comfortable. Sleep was one of his absolute fortes, and one of the things he'd say he was great it if anyone asked him. He scooted closer to Seto, still some distance apart as he moved the bangs from Seto's face. "You're beautiful." Were the last words Seto had heard Joey say, before surrendering to sleep.


No matter how hard he tried, nothing about last night Joey could get out of his mind. He had Seto drop him off about a block or two from the school, just so no suspicions would arise out of nowhere, people could be so strange.

Early morning practice was in for the cheerleaders, he watched as they practically pole danced around the field with their so-called routine. Since when did they call prostituting, cheerleading? He shook his head, was he that old-fashioned? He must be.

Joey always took his sweet time approaching school. Today he felt great, but most days he was tired, or sore. Or tired and sore. "Ooh there's the man of the half-hour." Someone chirped, he raised an eyebrow. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

"You like to rock the cradle, Mutt?" Another voice added, he had no idea what was going on. Normally he didn't care, but when it involved him and someone else - he did. He wanted to know what was being said at least.

He decided he didn't need this crap and cut to class.


Meanwhile on the other side of campus, Mai Valentine was typically strutting her stuff as she usually did until she conveniently ran into exactly whom she intended to. "Ooh, Kaiba. You just ran into me, you must be distracted." She expressed with concern. Anyone who knew her in the slightest, knew that the only concern she was capable of having, was for herself and herself alone.

Seto raised a brown brow. "I do not walk into people. You clearly bumped into me which makes me wonder why on earth they put you in charge of cheerleading if you can't even maneuver yourself around another person."

Mai gave a fake laugh, "Ha, ha. Did you hear the latest news going around campus?"

"Oh yes, because I make it my mission to keep up with campus gossip. It's a hobby of mine even." He muttered out in irritation, checking his watch for the time to show just how interested he was in her gossip.

She shrugged her shoulders, "Fine, it's only about the worthless mutt Joey Wheeler anyways."

His ears perked up at that and he glanced at Mai from the corner of his eye, waiting for her to continue.

She rolled her eyes, "Oh, you're interested now?" Hands on her hips and all.

"I'm still here, aren't I?" he sighed and turned to her.

"Well in that case, let my plentiful gossip bless your ears," she shook her head. "It's a shame really. I can't believe he slept with Yugi Muto under the school bleachers yesterday. Funny, I never thought wimpy was his type." she pouted in thought.

Seto stiffened and a snort left him. "I find that as likely as a frog befriending a cricket during an insect shortage." He rolled his eyes.

Mai smirked, "Well... suit yourself, but the whole campus is talking about it. Not every person can be wrong about one solid fact. You're a smart guy, you see what I'm saying."

"Fuck you." It just sort of slipped out. He turned quickly, praying the bitch wouldn't follow him. It couldn't be true.

"Oooh, are you defending the flea ridden mutt? Seto, Seto, Seto... what's gotten into you?" She gasped suddenly, "Oh honey, don't tell me you were starting to like that mangy dog?"

Seto clenched his jaw. Hard. It was best to keep walking, and not open his mouth.

She sighed, "Tsk, tsk... I'm surprised you picked him up before the pound, you poor thing - a lot of disinfectant is in order." She shouted after him, noting that she did some significant damage, she'd let the rest of campus toss salt on his open wounds.

Seto felt the growl build up his throat as he stormed through the front doors to the school and down the hall way.

"Hey Kaiba-" Seto let out a loud yell and slammed the person against the locker, hard, hearing the pained gasp leave them followed by one of surprise when the CEO's fist ended up next to their ear.

Duke's knees buckled and he slid down the locker, a large portion of the school staring wide-eyed. Seto glanced back and locked eyes with familiar brown. He spat to the side, a glare directed at the blonde before turning on his heel and stalking out of the school. Fuck him too.

:: Yu :: Gi :: Oh ::