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Joe-Joe-kun: Really?!

No.

Title: Out of the Closet

Pairing: Seto Kaiba/Joey Wheeler. The wonders of yaoi! Yami/Yugi, and Tristan/Serenity join in as well.

Summary:

Warnings: Do I have any warnings for this chapter? Oh wait, of course I do! Yaoi, language, and uh…stuff. Heh.

Author's Notes: Whoo! More reviews! I was so amazed cause like, well, I've never ever written any kissy stuff before. I was very nervous about how that would turn out. And wow, this was so neat and cool I just had to share it with you guys.

Kai-Kai-san: You decided that you would stop being a total freak and quit writing these damned yaoi stories?

Of course not! I have my very own clone of the Magickal Spoon of Hentai, given to me by a very kind reviewer. So thank you, Demonsurfer. It gave me inspiration to write this chapter. And don't worry, I'll make sure I send Kai-Kai with him. -winks-

Joe-Joe-kun: ooooo….the Magickal Spoon of Hentai….it's soooo shiny….pretty….

Kai-Kai-san: Why am I always stuck with the stupid ones?

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Chapter Five: Voices

I…kissed…Kaiba. I…kissed…Kaiba. I friggin kissed Kaiba! I…I…made out with Kaiba! I did…twisted things with Seto Kaiba in a supply closet…and I liked it! Joey's thoughts were racing a mile a minute as he slammed himself against the door, praying that somehow it might open. He couldn't stay in that closet with the CEO any longer. I mean, if I just did…dat wit him…den who knows what else 'will happen if I stay in here any longer!

While the blond was busy nearly impaling himself on the door, the other member of the closet was staring at him, an angered look clouding in his azure eyes.

What the hell had that been about? First he'd been all clam and shy, then he'd been yelling, then he looked like he was about to cry, then looked like he was about to kick his ass back to the feudal era -not that he could, or anything- and then he kissed him! And it wasn't like an innocent peck on the lips, or even something where he immediately pulled away and started stuttering out apologizes like there was no tomorrow. In fact, there hadn't been anything remotely innocent about the way the blond had kissed -not that he was claiming innocence on his part, of course- nor had he pulled away when the CEO had responded. And then suddenly he just…stopped. Just pulled away muttering something about his father and had gone back to trying to break the door down so the two could leave.

It made no sense what-so-ever, and frankly, Kaiba was more then a little bit pissed at Joey for just leaving him high and dry like that. There are certain unwritten rules; things that go without saying, for every situation, including situations where you just happen to be playing tonsil hockey with your favorite puppy -and yes, he was aware of how wrong that sounded, but he continued internally ranting anyway- and one of those rules were that you don't just decide 'hey, I think I'm done now' and pull away without any type of warning!

He wanted to ask why he'd done it, but at the moment, Kaiba couldn't really bring himself to do anything other then give the famous death glare to the back of Joey's back while he replayed the events over in his mind.

Was it something he had done? The thought briefly crossed his mind, only to be mentally snorted at it and disregarded. He couldn't have possibly done anything wrong; the look on Joey's face -not to mention all those nice little moans and groans he'd kept making- was enough to tell him that. Obviously, the blond had enjoyed their little make out session. And it had been Joey who'd started the kiss, so it couldn't have been that he was uncomfortable or something. Or…could it?

Unconsciously he knitted his eyebrows slightly in thought. He could tell this question was going to keep nagging at him until he finally got the answers he wanted; the answers that only one person -who was currently cursing at the supply closet door viciously, he'd make fun of him for talking to inanimate objects later- could give him. And he most certainly was not going to ask. His pride wouldn't let him. There was no way he was going to go up to him, acting like the 'puppy' he'd always teased Joey of being, and ask him why he'd broken away.

He'd look pathetic if he did that. And besides, he probably wouldn't like the answer, since it most likely consisted of something along the lines of 'gee Kaiba, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to go that far. I don't even really like you like that…or at all…actually.' And that would just do wonders for his self-confidence when it came to dealing with other people. Not that he was low on the confidence; far from it. But when it came to people, people his own age, people he liked who were his own age…OK…so just when it came to Joey, he had a teeny, eeny, tinsie, barely visible, hardly noticeable fear of rejection. He knew the blond most likely hated him, but still, he could live without hearing the whole sympathetic speech about how the two of them would only ever be friends, even though they both knew that would only happen the day Hell itself froze over.

Nope, Kaiba really didn't need to hear that there was not now -nor would there ever be- any chance for he and Joey Wheeler to ever have something that came close to any kind of relationship -other than bitter rivals- in any way, shape, or form.

Then again, he could always just stand up and demand answers from him, though the results probably wouldn't be too good. They'd end up arguing, which would result in one of three ways.

1) Somebody ended up with some sort of injury.

2) Somebody ended up once again retreating to their side of the closet and not speaking again for another few hours.

Or 3) Somebody ended up kissing the other again to shut them up.

And frankly, Kaiba didn't like the way any of those…

But oh, now that he thought about it, he rather liked the outcome of number three. And hey, what if now every time Kaiba infuriated Joey they started making out again instead of arguing. Ooo, ooo! He really liked that idea.

All right, so maybe he did get a tad bit over excited for the brilliant CEO of a multi-million dollar company, but he was still a teenager. Mentally he slapped himself for getting off track. Since when did he have such a tiny attention span? It's probably just the lack of air in this closet, or something. We probably do need to get out of here…No. I am not leaving until I get some answers…and more kisses. With his goal firmly in mind, the brunette stood up, dusted off the knees of his dark pants, and began walking towards the blond.

Out of the corner of one golden eye, Joey spotted Kaiba walking towards him. He decided to ignore it, instead opting to continue ramming his body against the door in hopes of breaking it. He jumped up, yelping slightly as a strong hand was placed on his shoulder, holding him still and preventing him from running into the door again. He quickly shrugged the hand off and whipped his body around, coming face to face with the very last person he really wanted to see at the moment.

"Would you stop?"

"…no," Joey said sternly, beginning to turn back to his work.

Rolling azure eyes in annoyance Kaiba once again grasped the blonds arm, wheeling him around to face him. "We need…to talk." He wrinkled his nose slightly at the sentence. He sounded like some woman.

"No we don't," he countered, shaking his head and once again pulling away from the taller boy. "We don't have anything to talk about! What could we possibly have to discuss?!"

"Well…"

"See! You can't tink of anything, and I can't tink of anything, so if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go back to trying to bang the door down."

He turned his back towards the brunette, his eyes narrowing in determination as he prepared to once again restart his quest to the destroy the door, but stopped when he heard a heavy sigh from behind him.

"Your going to end up getting a concussion or something," Kaiba informed him matter of factly. "Is it worth risking your health just to get out of here?"

With a sigh, Joey turned back around. One hand fisted at his side in anger as he began to speak. "Well…yeah!" he yelled. "I have to get outta here before I end up molestin' you again. Even though…well…molestin' you ain't actually so bad now that I tink about it…err I mean yes it is! In fact, molestin' you was worse than I've ever thought. Not that I would ever tink about molestin' you because I never would…my head hurts now."

Kaiba blinked at him, tilting his head to the side slightly. "Moron," he mumbled underneath his breath. The blond glared at him, his eyes narrowed angrily as he crossed both of his arms over his chest. "Are you finished ranting now? There is something you and I need to discuss."

"Look if it's about…" he trailed off, his eyes wandering a bit as he tried to think of the correct word to use. "…earlier," he finally elaborated, adding the proper body language -basically him flailing his left arm about and making a kissy noise or two- to accentuate the use of the word. "Then we have nuttin to talk about."

"Is that so?" Kaiba questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Well I at least think you owe me an explanation."

The blond merely stared him, his mouth opening slightly as he straightened out his poster. "Explanation for what?!" he asked through clenched teeth. He can't just drop it, can he? No! He's probably going to use this to black mail me, or something…I hope he never heard about that dog suit….I hope Duke doesn't still have it!

Rolling his eyes in mock annoyance, the brunette shook his head. "An explanation as to why you jumped me only moments ago. And, just for future references, if you find it necessary to…" He trailed off momentarily as he raised his hands, air quoting the next word. "Molest me again, as you call it, I would prefer some type of warning."

"Warning?" Joey sputtered, one arm dropping to his side and the other raising up, forming itself into a fist, which he proceeded to shake in the CEO's face. "You weren't exactly complaining!"

He merely stood there, an expressionless look on his face as the blond fumed. He opened his mouth, some sarcastic and witty remark ready to roll off of his tongue, but it was suddenly drowned out by a very small, squeaky voice that came from the other side of the door.

"Hello?"

Both boys' eyes widened at the sound. It couldn't be, they both thought in unison. Someone is here?!

"Is someone in there?" the timid voice questioned again.

Joey's breathing quickened slightly. He turned around swiftly, his back facing the CEO -not that it was a bad view or anything, in Kaiba's opinion, but he did hate it when people turned their backs on him- and began to shuffle towards him slightly.

"You heard that, right?" he questioned the other softly.

"Yes, Wheeler, I heard it," Kaiba answered. "It's not just the voices inside your head."

The blond tilted his head to meet the taller boys gaze, his own eyes wide. "You hear the voices too?!" he asked incredulously.

He blinked at the utter moron who -now anyway- stood beside him, a childlike look of curiosity and disbelief on the blonds face.

"…maybe," he answered after a few moments of silence. "Not that I listen to them," he added quickly.

Wait, if he heard it too, then that means…!

"Help!" he yelped suddenly, causing the taller boy to wince at the sudden shrill sound. Joey practically flung himself against the door, banging one fist against it as he did. "Is someone out there? Hello?!" he screeched.

"Yes. Hello," the voice said.

A huge grin plastered itself on the blonds features. "Hello!" he cried happily.

"Um…hello."

"Hello! Hello! My savior has come!" he cried, feeling as if tears of joy were about to roll down his face.

"Yeah…uh…hello…is someone there?"

"I think we've established someone is here already!" Kaiba yelled, his eyebrow twitched in annoyance. I swear, if either of these morons say hello one more time…

"Oh. Hello!"

He eye twitched, a loud sigh of annoyance escaping his lips. Joey was too busy glomping the door -out of excitement, of course, perverts- to notice the CEO's rising level of annoyance.

"Thank you God!" the blond said. "Man, I don't know who you are, but I sure am glad you're here! Can you get this door open?"

"Well…" the voice -it sounded male, and a bit young- replied. "I think. But…why can't you just open the door yourself?"

"The door knob kind a…came off," Joey answered sheepishly.

"Ah. Hey…your voice sounds kind of familiar. Do I know you?"

"I guess you could say I'm kinda famous…"

Oh great, Kaiba thought. Not this speech again…

"Really?" the voice asked excitedly.

"Yeah! Da names Joey Wheeler. Ya may have heard of me. I came in second at Duelist Kingdom," he replied proudly. All right, so maybe his dueling hadn't exactly been top notch the last few games he'd played -he would get back his fighting spirit eventually, he knew it- but that didn't mean he couldn't brag about the times when he was one of the top duelists.

And it wasn't really bragging, because he still was on the top list.

Right?

"Oh yeah! I heard of you!" the voice err…boy cried happily. "Wow I can't believe it. The real Joey Wheeler!"

"Ah, it's nuttin!" he said. "So what's your name?"

Kaiba groaned and rolled his eyes. Idiot. He nearly puts himself into a concussion by running into that damn door and now that he's finally found someone to get us out he gets distracted! That stupid, psychotic, cute, good kissing, nice, warm… He sighed. Joey wasn't the only one who got easily distracted.

"Craig! Craig Cabot!"

"Nice to meet you Craig!"

"Nice to meet you too, Joey!"

"Will you idiots just get on with it? I don't have the time to listen to the two of you morons babble all day," Kaiba said irritably, taping an index finger on the face of his watch. He tried to hide his disappointment of having to leave -not that he liked the school supply closet, but he did like spending time alone with Joey; it wasn't as if the blond would normally go anywhere near him unless forced- by tapping his foot as well, further emphasizing the façade of his annoyance.

The blond resisted the urge to stick out his tongue -instead giving the middle finger, a much more dignified and mature gesture- and turned his attention back to the boy on the other side of the door.

"Never mind him, Craig. Kaiba's just a big 'ol jackass," he said, not missing the cold glare that was sent his way. "He forgets how to interact with we lowly humans sometimes, and plus he's just a prick, so dun take it personally."

"Oh, I know people like…wait. Did you just say…Kaiba?"

Joey nodded his head the affirmative. He yelped when the brunette bopped him lightly on the side of his temple, glaring daggers at him as he did. "What was that for?" he questioned pouting slightly.

Dragging his eyes up from a puckered out bottom lip -not that he'd been staring, or anything- he merely shook his head, an azure gaze rolling in frustration. "He's on the other side of the door, puppy. Nodding isn't telling him anything."

The blond blinked in momentary confusion before he realized that Kaiba was right. He blushed lightly and turned his attention back to the door. "Yeah, it's Kaiba. Da magnificent bastard himself!"

Smack.

"Stop hittin me!" Joey yelled angrily.

Narrowing his eyes, the other boy shot back, "Stop insulting me!"

"You deserve to be insulted!"

"Then you deserve to be hit."

"You stupid jackass…ow! All right, I mean it. Do dat one more time an I'll…ow! Dat's it! Come on Kaiba, you and me, right now!" The blond raised his fists, working himself into a fighting stance.

"Oh, I'm so scared," the brunette mocked. "What are you going to do, lick me to death?"

"What the hell…?" he questioned in confusion.

"Lick me to death. You know, a dog analogy. Because I call you a puppy. God you really are an idiot. I even have to explain my insults to."

The blond glared. "Bite me."

"Where?" he questioned, smirking at the blush that appeared on the others face.

"Pervert!"

"Me? I'm not the one who goes around molesting people!" he retorted.

Joey sputtered for a moment, suddenly realizing just how close he and Kaiba had finally moved towards each other. In fact, they had just entered each other's personal bubbles. He soon found himself only about five inches away from the taller teens face; more importantly, five inches away from the taller teens lips. He gulped slightly, taking note in the way the way Kaiba's face -and lips- were beginning to move closer.

Four inches.

He took a small step forwards.

Three inches.

He took in a small, shuddering breath, feeling the warmth spread through his cheeks at their close proximity.

Two inches.

He lifted his hand, fingers reaching to thread themselves through that soft chestnut hair once again.

One inch.

"Um…hello? Are you two still there?"

Both teens jumped slightly. Kaiba cursed viciously in his mind, mentally making note to find this Craig Cabot and have him maimed. Joey took a few steps back, raising a hand and slapping his forehead with his palm.

"Yeah, we're here," he answered, hoping his embarrassment didn't show through in his voice. Was he going to kiss me? More importantly, was I just about to kiss him? I really do need to get outta here! "Can you open the door. Please?" he added.

"For you Joey, sure!"

The blond gave a soft sigh of relief, quickly scurrying over towards the door. "Hey thanks man! You're a total life saver! I'm gonna owe ya big time for dis one! First ting I'm gonna do is…"

"But not for Kaiba."

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Yes, I am evil for ending it there, but couldn't think of another place to end it. If I didn't stop it there this would have ended up being a 5,000 word chapter, which is enough for two chapters, so yeah.

Kai-Kai-san: Very informative.

Hush. I know I haven't updated in a while. A friend of mine was staying over and ended up staying like, a week, when she was only supposed to stay two days, and I've been busy with some other story ideas. A Degrassi one, and a few new Yu-Gi-Oh ones. Say, would anyone read a story where Kaiba was a serial killer?

Kai-Kai and Joe-Joe: Uh….

Just let me explain it! See, Kaiba is this serial killer, and he picks out his next victim, a blond haired, brown eyed, Brooklyn kid. -cough- Joey -cough- And then it turns out that Joey is actually the detective who's working on Kaiba's case! It could be really cool, actually. I could bastardize and torture Kaiba whilst I tortured Joey!

Kai-Kai-san: Has anyone ever told you that your very twisted?

Well hey, I was just wondering if maybe someone might read it. It seems original enough; I've never seen it. So hey, if anyone likes the idea, you can mention it in your review. Which brings me to the part where I beg for reviews. So um yeah, review!