A/N: Okay, here's chapter 10! It's short- I was going to make it longer but I needed it to be like this otherwise the plot just doesn't work x.x make sense much? -.-;;

And I might repost some of the chapters to make Seto appear less stupid ;; cuz I really meant to put in that Masaki changed the figures but I just kinda…forgot… ::bangs head:: heh raven wa baka desu ne?

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Chapter 10

The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed 6 times. Seto sighed. He needed to be at work- he had wasted enough time as it was. He picked up his briefcase and climbed into his limo.

"Good morning Mr Kaiba, sir." his chauffeur greeted.

"Hn." Seto inclined his head at the driver and put up the wall between them. He opened his briefcase and started to sort through his documents. All the words seemed to blur together, making no sense at all to Seto.

Seto sighed and pushed the documents to the side, knowing that he couldn't force himself to read all of the documents in his current state of mind. Instead he looked at the graphs, looking over the sales for the year. Suddenly something caught his attention- sales had been incredibly high before he had taken Masaki's advice.

Masaki lied to me! Realisation dawned, and Seto grounded his teeth together. He picked up his phone and punched in Masaki's number. How dare he! That bastard!

"Masaki speaking. How-"

"You bastard." Seto snarled. "Why did you lie to me?"

"So you finally checked the figures." Masaki didn't sound guilty, just amused. "It took you awhile."

"Explain yourself." Seto could hardly speak- he was overcome with anger.

"You don't deserve anything." Masaki said, his voice filled with hate. "You don't deserve Joey."

"You have no right to discuss my personal life!" Seto snapped. "Keep Joey out of this."

"But Joey has everything to do with this." Masaki laughed mockingly. "He doesn't need you- he can have anyone he wants."

"What are you talking about? You don't even know him!" Seto was growing more and more confused.

"Oh, I know him alright. In fact, I know him very, very well." Seto swore that Masaki was smirking. "He's good, isn't he?"

"What are you talking about?" Seto demanded through gritted teeth. He didn't like where this conversation was going.

"You know very well what I'm talking about. He's such a good little puppy- you were an idiot letting him go. I just love the way he screams when you enter him- the perfect fuck." Masaki made a contented sound, then fell silent, letting realisation hit Seto.

The feeling of not being able to breathe overcame Seto again, and he dropped the phone in shock, and gripped the armests so tightly his fingers left marks.

He's screwing with my mind- he's never met Joey before. He can't have already slept with him! It's not fucking possible! Seto took in a deep breath and picked up his phone again.

"You're joking." Seto said coldly.

"Why would I joke about something like this?" Masaki asked. "Come over to my house and we'll discuss it further."

"Why should I trust you to tell me the truth? And why should I go to your house to discuss it?" Seto demanded.

"Come to my house tomorrow, and I swear I'll tell you the truth. About everything."

"Fine. I'll be seeing you at 7 in the evening tomorrow." Seto hung up, trying to forget about the whole conversation.

Why did Masaki mention Joey? How dare he talk about having sex with my puppy? Seto seethed silently. That asshole! I can't believe he'd dare to talk about Joey in that way!

He flipped open his phone again and started to slowly dial Joey's number.

Should I phone him? I need to know that he's okay, but can I face talking to him again?

Seto gritted his teeth and pressed the dial button. He waited anxiously as it dialled. Finally he heard someone -presumably Joey- pick up.

"Hello?" came Joey's groggy voice through the line.

Seto felt the world spin around him as he heard his ex lover's voice for the first time in three months. How he had missed that voice... And how he wanted to hear it again, except not on the phone, but in person.

"Hello?" Joey repeated, sounding more annoyed this time. "Is anyone there?"

Seto couldn't take it anymore- the longingness inside of him overcame him and he hung up and dropped his phone onto the floor of the limo, holding his head in his hands.

Why can't everything go back to normal again? Why is it so hard to forget him?

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Joey frowned and hung up.

Stupid asshole, Joey thought crossly. Why'd they call so damned early in the morning?

Joey frowned suddenly. Could it be...? Only Seto was up this early in the morning! Could it be that his ex lover had called him, to talk to him?

Joey felt his heart swell with excitement and fear. He hoped desperately that it was Seto- he wanted to talk to the brunette so much...

If only Seto would swallow his damn pride and just call, Joey thought sadly. It probably wasn't him who just called anyway- Seto's not going to call. I've waited for him for three whole months- he's probably having the time of his life while I'm stuck in this shithole.

Joey sighed and rolled over onto his back. His customer for the night had been a little too demanding, and Joey could feel the bruises on his lower back already.

It was like the four months he had spent with Kaiba never happened- he had started off in his crappy apartment and working as a prostitute, then he had been in a large mansion, with a well paying job at Kaiba Corp, and now, four months later, he was back in his crappy apartment and he was a prostitute again. He hadn't kept his job at Kaiba Corp because it was too demanding- he had decided to stay at home and take care of the mansion instead.

Joey sighed and climbed out of bed, knowing that there was no way he was going to be able to get back to sleep now- especially not when Seto was on his mind.

He made himself a cup of hot chocolate and sat down on his sofa. He sipped the hot drink slowly, trying to push all thoughts of Seto out of his mind. It didn't help that hot chocolate immediately made him think of the night when he had got Seto to try his hot chocolate.

It seems so long ago now... Joey mused, popping a marshmallow into his mouth. He sighed and pushed the mug of hot chocolate away from him. He suddenly didn't feel like hot chocolate.

Seto, where are you? Joey wondered, a solitary tear dripping down his cheek. I miss you...

His thoughts were cut off when the phone rang. Joey picked up the receiver, wondering who would be calling at this time of morning- was it the same person who had phoned before? Was it Seto?

"Hello?"

"Hey Dog, it's me, Prince!"

"Oh, hey." Joey tried not to let his disappoint show. "Did you call me before?"

"Nah, I only just finished work. I just wanted to let you know that Mr. Perfect has booked you for a whole night tonight."

Mr Perfect was the nickname they had given Joey's most persistant customer. He was well groomed, rich and incredibly handsome. All the other dancers working at Fire and Ice wanted him, but he only wanted Joey. He had been coming to the bar for three months- ever since Joey had called it off with Seto.

"A whole night?" Joey asked incredulously. "He's certainly keen."

"Yeah." Prince laughed. "You lucky bastard. You're going to be rich after this!"

Joey laughed. "Yeah, but for a whole night? I'm not sure I can entertain him for that long. So where's his house? I presume that's where I'm going to be spending all that time, right?"

"Yeah. You're not going to believe this, but Mr. Perfect lives a few blocks away from Kaiba."

"What?" Joey's happy mood immediately soured.

"I'm sorry Dog, but that's just how it is. Well, at least you can be certain he's really rich now." Prince joked feebly.

"Yeah... well I'd better be going... So what time?" Joey asked dully.

"6pm. He says to be there sharp." Prince said, and Joey heard the sound of paper being rustled. "This is his address. Write it down or something." he read out Mr Perfect's address slowly.

Joey jotted it down, realising that it was probably only 10 minutes walk away from Seto's house.

"So did he leave a name or am I going to have to call him Mr. Perfect for the whole night?" Joey asked, trying to lighten up the mood.

"Uhh... Hang on, I wrote it down somewhere..." Prince muttered, fumbling around in his pockets. "Here it is! He says for you to call him Masaki."

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A/N: Okay, so it was probably really obvious!! Oh well, still a cliffhanger lol ;; meh I suck… Okay, well you all know the drill!!! Read and review!!