"Yo dude, where were you yesterday?"
"Um… I wasn't feeling too good so I went home early." Joey scratched the side of his head nervously. Tristan was turned around in his seat and leaning his chin on the top of Joey's desk.
"Yeah, you don't look so hot today, either. Your face seems a little green." Tristan examined Joey's face with concerned eyes.
Joey's hand reached up to rub absently at his face.
"Kaiba also disappeared yesterday," Tristan said.
"Uh, could be a bug going around."
"Probably. Although, I don't remember him ever missing a day of school before." Tristan tapped his chin thoughtfully and then a dark frown came to his brow. "Well, speak of the devil."
Joey's neck snapped around to see the tall brunette float into the classroom, his white trenchcoat rippling behind him. Damn that Kaiba could make an entrance. Their gazes held and a smirk came to the CEO's lips. 'So, the puppy is trying to stare down his master. Well, master will put the disobedient pooch in his place.'
A growl came to Joey's lips as he noticed the healthy glow to Kaiba's face. Every trace of blue had been eliminated. He scrutinized the smooth perfection of the brunette's features. Dammit, what kind of crap had he used?
Joey shrunk in his seat as Kaiba purposely walked towards him, his cerulean gaze never wavering. Dammit, we can't just stare each other down through the whole class. But Joey didn't plan on losing this fight.
A shadow fell over Joey as Kaiba came to loom over him. "Why so blue, puppy?"
"Stop calling me that, ya creep."
"Yeah," Tristan jumped to his feet and shoved Kaiba backwards. "Just lay off."
"Pitiful." Kaiba smirked. "The puppy can't even fight his own battles."
"Well, at least he has friends who are willing to help him."
"Have you joined the friendship bandwagon, as well?"
Joey snickered into his hand. Tristan glared in his direction, "What are you laughing at? Here I am trying to help you out and you're giggling like an idiot."
Joey sobered somewhat. "Well, you did kinda sound like Tea."
Tristan sunk back into his seat and growled, "See if I ever help you again, dumbass."
"Well, it seems friendship isn't everything," Kaiba sneered down at the blond as he slid into the seat next to him. He snapped his briefcase open on his desk and pulled out a jar, then he reached over and placed it on Joey's desk.
"What the hell is this?" Joey picked up the jar and squinted at it.
"It should be quite obvious, if you took the time to read the label. That is of course, if you can read."
Joey snarled in Kaiba's direction before he took a closer look at the label. He read, "Kaiba Clean? What the hell am I supposed to do with this?"
Kaiba rolled his eyes. "It's for your face."
"You used this crap on your face?"
"It worked didn't it?"
Joey's eyes narrowed. "How do I know this isn't some kind of trick?"
"You don't, you'll just have to trust me."
"Yeah right." Joey held the jar with the tips of his fingers almost afraid the jar would grow fangs and bite into his hand. He dropped it into his book bag. "Thanks, I think."
Joey turned his attention to his math textbook, seemingly finding it quite fascinating at the moment. Kaiba took the opportunity to familiarize himself with every luscious inch of the boy beside him. He remembered those long tapered fingers imbedded in his hair, the Grecian perfection of his chest beneath his wandering fingers and those delectable hips rubbing erotically against his own. He'd been so close to possessing that beautiful body. But it wouldn't be long before the opportunity arose again. No, he was not finished with his beautiful puppy yet. Not even close.
As for Mokuba, well, he'd gone easier on the kid than he had planned. Probably because his younger brother had hidden himself in his room and not stepped foot beyond the door until Kaiba had knocked. The kid had visibly cheered as Kaiba brought his briefcase into the room and they had spent a good part of the evening organizing his duel monster cards as he had promised.
No, he owed the kid. The sweet torment that ran through his blood would be that much sweeter when he finally got to take his puppy. What had first been a way to amuse himself had turned into a full-blown obsession. He wasn't stupid enough to imagine that this was a fleeting infatuation. No, this burning desire had been bubbling away inside of him for who knows how long. It wasn't like he got many opportunities to be alone with his puppy. Yesterday had been the first. When he had touched Joey's lips in the closet, when he had pulled the blond's lithe body against his own in the limo, he had been lost.
The passion that he usually saved for verbal sparring had been transformed into uncontrollable physical desire. What had only been an annoying distraction had quickly turned into a turbulent force of longing. A longing that would be vanquished very soon, for he had never been a patient man and he wasn't about to start now.
'Dammit, what's taking so long?' Joey glared at the clock that hung on the wall, the hands seeming to move in slow motion. He shifted in his seat, unsettled by the intense blue gaze that he felt burning into his neck. He'd felt the CEO's gaze on him throughout the class and had suppressed the urge to turn his head. He couldn't trust himself anymore. Even questioned his own sanity. The dreams he had dreamt the night before insisted on tormenting him further. Or had they been nightmares? He wasn't quite sure yet. Where Kaiba had left off, Joey's overactive imagination had filled in the blanks with painstaking detail. Warmth flooded his cheeks as he remembered waking to his own voice crying out Kaiba's name. He'd lain awake the rest of the night, terrified of closing his eyes and reliving those moments.
The bell suddenly rang and Joey jumped to his feet, quickly escaping the classroom before anyone could call out to him. He just couldn't face any of his friends at the moment. And Kaiba, well, it was hard to look at the CEO and not remember the hot kisses they'd shared the day before or the steamy dreams he had dreamt during the night. No, Joey definitely wasn't ready to face the brunette just yet.
His steps slowed as he approached the washroom. He was still leery from the day before, determined never to have the situation repeated again. Damn Slaughter and his stupid gang. Joey pushed through the door and let out a relieved breath as he saw that the washroom was deserted. He went to stand before the mirror and rifled through his book bag, pulling out the jar Kaiba had slipped him. His eyes narrowed at the label again, but he shrugged his apprehension away, it couldn't get any worse than it already was, could it?
Just then, the washroom door burst open. "So, the pretty boy's back for more, is he?"
The jar of 'Kaiba Clean' slipped from Joey's nerveless fingers, hitting the floor with a hollow thunk. He grabbed his bag from the counter and wrapped his arms around it as if to shield himself from Slaughter's taunting voice.
Slaughter's lip curled cruelly as he watched Joey's actions. "Aw, is the pretty boy scared? Don't worry, I'll be gentle with you today."
"If you come near me, I'll kick your ass."
"Mmm. You almost read my mind, pretty boy. You see, I was thinking about your ass, but I wasn't planning on kicking it." Slaughter stepped forward. "What I have planned will be much more pleasurable, at least for me it will."
"You're sick."
"No, just sadistic." Slaughter pounced, taking the blond boy unaware. Joey yelped as he was thrown back against the wall, dropping his school bag on the floor in surprise. Slaughter took advantage of the boy's shock, pressing his body intimately against the blond's.
Alarmed honey eyes stared into muddy brown. "Wh-what the hell do you think you're doing?"
"You know you want it." Slaughter thrust his hips suggestively against Joey's.
Bile rose in Joey's throat as he realized Slaughter's meaning. Before he could scream for help, two thick lips caught his, grinding his own painfully against his teeth. Fists like manacles grabbed Joey's wrists, pinning them easily to the wall above the blond's head. He nearly fainted from the nausea that built inside of him as he realized he was totally helpless against the barbaric strength Slaughter was demonstrating. Joey clenched his lips together as he felt Slaughter's tongue thrusting against them, looking for access to the sweet taste that lie within. In frustration, Slaughter slammed his knee into the smaller boy's groin.
"Ahhh," Joey's yelp of pain was swallowed up by Slaughter's mouth as it slanted across his, his slimy tongue forcing itself to the back of Joey's throat. The blond nearly gagged as the wet appendage raped the inside of his mouth, the acrid taste of the older boy turning his stomach.
Slaughter ripped his lips from Joey's. "Mmm, so sweet."
Joey hung limply from the fists that shackled him to the wall, the pain in his lower body almost overwhelming the humiliation that soaked every pore of his body. Damn, he was so weak.
Slaughter let go of one of Joey's wrists to reach around into his back pocket. Joey's eyes widened as a flash of cold steel caught his eye. He tried vainly to wrench himself out of Slaughter's grasp, but the hold on his wrists tightened cruelly.
The knife in Slaughter's hand came up to Joey's throat, the blade caressing against his warm flesh. "Shall we see if the rest of you is as pretty as your face, pretty boy?"
Joey gasped as the blade sliced down the front of his t-shirt. A trail of blood dripping down his pale skin as Slaughter had applied more pressure than was necessary. His muddy brown eyes glowed as the purple bruises on Joey's chest were revealed. He jabbed his index finger into the heart of one bruise, causing Joey to wince from the stinging pain and the cut on his chest to weep crimson.
"Bleed for me, pretty boy." Slaughter dipped his head to the wound, his tongue lapping the blood up. Then raised his head back up to the blond's, capturing the boy's trembling lips in a punishing kiss. Joey's eyes clenched shut as the desire to retch overcame him. Slaughter pulled reluctantly away, a long string of spittle still connecting their mouths.
Joey turned to the side and spat, the binding line of drool being effectively broken to dangle like a yo-yo from Slaughter's lips. He sucked the strand of saliva into his mouth, then licked his lips. "You're so tasty."
"Get away from me, ya bastard." Joey slammed his forehead into Slaughter's, using the only weapon he had left.
Slaughter stumbled back, clutching his head. "Ahhh! You're going to pay for that!"
Freed from Slaughter's tight grip, Joey lurched forward. He had to get to the door, he just had to. He gazed down at his unresponding legs, 'Come on, please!' With all the strength he had left he staggered to the door, his movements painfully slow. He gasped as a biting hand clenched into his shoulder, swinging him back around to collapse onto the tiled floor.
"You weren't thinking of leaving were you? Cause I'm not done with you yet." Slaughter bent down to sneer into the blond's face. He grabbed Joey's jaw and ran a caressing finger along his cheek. "Such a beautiful face, I might just keep you around for awhile. Would you like that, pretty boy?"
"Don't touch me!" Joey jerked his face from Slaughter's grasp.
A meaty fist flew at Joey's face, the impact sending the boy skidding across the floor. He reached a trembling hand to rub the searing pain from his cheek. Slaughter towered over him, sneering down at the red imprint of his hand branded against the boy's pale cheek. "So, you want it rough. Well, I'm all for that. And you're already on your back, right where your pretty face belongs. You're going to make me feel so good, pretty boy."
The switchblade was out again as Slaughter knelt down to straddle the terrified blond's hips. A satisfied smile played on his lips as he dragged the steel blade along the clotted line of blood that had caked on the perfectly formed chest, reopening the wound. Slaughter's fingers trailed in the sticky fluid, smearing his makeshift finger-paint across the white canvas that was Joey's chest. Then he brought his fingers to brush against Joey's lips, leaving a crimson stain across them.
"Such a pretty boy." Slaughter leaned forward, attacking the golden mass of hair at Joey's temples with callous fingers. "I've always been partial to blond's, I find that they're so much more submissive in bed than brunette's. Do you want to be dominated, my pretty one?"
Joey thrashed around under Slaughter, trying to buck the heavy boy's weight off of him. He didn't realize he was crying until the boy atop him pressed his tongue against the tears running down his face, licking the saltiness away. Slaughter laughed as Joey's movements only aroused him more. "Impatient aren't you? Don't worry, we have plenty of time for that."
Joey froze as he noticed the darkening of Slaughter's eyes. The creep was getting turned on! That was just disgusting. Joey closed his eyes, trying to block out the image of Slaughter's leering eyeballs raking over his body. Think of good things. Bunnies. Donuts. Duel monsters. His eyes flew open as he felt Slaughter's fingers latch onto the waistband of his jeans. Damn, it wasn't working.
"Don't ya dare touch me!"
"I don't really think you have a say in it," Slaughter sneered, scratching the blade of his knife across Joey's throat. "Now, just lay back my pretty and enjoy the ride. Slaughter's going to take real good care of you."
Dammit. What was this? Torture Joey Wheeler week? He didn't remember doing anything particularly bad that would make him deserve this. Okay, the cockroach in Tristan's sandwich on Monday hadn't been nice, but at least he'd stopped him before he'd eaten it. Well, the whole thing anyway. It hadn't been his fault that Tea had distracted him with one of her friendship speeches and when his eyes had unglazed, had realized too late what that loud crunching noise was. Anyways, the half of the sandwich that Tristan hadn't got to and had stuffed into his mouth hadn't been all that bad. Who knows, it could one day become a delicacy.
Joey breathed a sigh of relief as the steel left his neck. Maybe Slaughter had come to his senses. Maybe he had decided to call one of those 1-900 numbers and get a real date, instead of just skipping it all and jumping to the sex part.
Joey watched as the blade bit down the front of his chest, leaving another red stripe. His eyes widened as the knife came to rest at the fly of his pants. He wouldn't?! Evil muddy brown eyes bore into his own. He would.
Joey clenched his eyelids shut as he felt Slaughter grip the fabric of his jeans. Geez, he was too young to become a eunuch!!!
His eyes opened as nothing happened. Well, almost nothing, as he saw the button from his jeans clenched in Slaughter's fingers. Alright, now things were getting a little weird.
"Look Al, I know you really don't want to do this. Let me help you. I know this girl… I'm sure the two of you would be perfect for each other." Joey said, a picture of Tea coming to his mind. Man, leave him with Tea and her friendship speech for five minutes and he'd be a new man. Friendship, friendship, must make friends.
Steam had started to come out of Slaughter's ears. "Al! Al! I told you not to call me that!"
The fear was back as Slaughter picked the boy up and slammed him onto his stomach, his fingers effectively pushing Joey's pants down to his ankles.
"No!"
Joey's head was turned to the side, his body tense, trying to ignore the blaring knowledge of what was going to happen next.
Joey vaguely heard the swish of the door opening, but chalked it up as being wishful thinking. The voice he heard next brought his face up with surprise.
"Get the hell off my puppy!"
TBC.
