Eheh, hi everyone, heres the beginning of chapter 5!
Kisa: (glares)
Me: (grins sheepishly)
Kisa: Well, if you've been wondering why this is an M rated fic, yet there's scarcely any smut, ask this one! (points to me)
Me: (bows head) I realized that with Joey and Seto's bet the way it is, Seto could hardly do anything without risk of losing the bet, and at this point that would mean never seeing Joey again. Thus putting a tragic end to my story before it could get started.
Kisa: but..
Me: but I think I've come up with an idea that will solve that problem, so that's what this next chapter is about. I apologize in advance if the story sounds like it's jumping around, I'll do my best so that it stays realistic, but also solves my problem, and we can get to the…shall we say…fun parts.
lil1diva: squeal! XD
Kisa: If you hadn't rushed in writing the first bet we wouldn't have to do this you know.
Me (pouts) look it's my first yaoi, and I've never really written a sleazy character like Kaiba before, so stop picking on me! I'm doing the best I can!
Disclaimer: I do not own yugioh, otherwise I would have never let 4 kids TOUCH it (but the voices would all be the same. They do oddly suit them, but theirs only so much you can do with a crappy dialogue.)
Kaiba was at an impasse. On the one hand, he had Joey right within his grasp. He knew that given the opportunity, he could ravage the blonde by simply waltzing across the hallway and entering his bedroom, and all it would take was a simple turn of a lock.
Again, he wouldn't result to rape, but sexual harassment was a whole different issue.
The stoic CEO groaned in frustration, leaning back in his desk chair, letting the black leather headrest cradle his head and lean against the glass window with a soft 'thunk.'
He wanted to do so many things with Joey… and not just sexual. He wanted to talk to him, let Joey tell him everything that was wrong, and perhaps, if the pup managed to convince him, he'd let Joey learn a little more about his past as well. He wanted to hold him, watch him while he slept even if he snored. His wants were so pathetically cliché and mushy, that he absolutely refused to elaborate so the author of this fan fic could write about them.
With the bet the way it was, with the way Joey was right now, these hopes were next to impossible. Joey was dense, and so far Kaiba's hints, however blindingly obvious, have bounced off of the boy's pure naivety like repelling magnets. In a way, the brunet was lucky because although the blonde remained painfully obtuse to his advances, he knew that if he gave him one too many hints, Joey would figure everything out, and Kaiba would lose the bet. He hadn't made much headway with getting his puppy to trust him or even to think of him as a friend, let alone a lover. If Kaiba lost his bet too soon, then he would lose Joey forever; the blonde would run even farther out of reach and never look back again.
The brunet leaned forward, holding his head in his hands. If Joey won, even their petty little fights would be lost. Joey wouldn't bother to rise to the bait Kaiba left, no matter how underhanded it was. He would ignore him, and the bet would make Kaiba do the same if he wasn't careful.
But still, Kaiba's urge to kiss the blonde until he was panting underneath him was so strong it was painful.
He shifted his feet a little under his desk, trying not to sulk, when he felt his shoe make contact with something solid. It crackled with the unmistakable consistency of a paper bag.
He raised an eyebrow and pushed away from his desk, looking under with mild curiosity. Sure enough, there was a paper bag, hidden underneath his large oak desk where Mokuba and possibly a certain puppy couldn't find it.
The bag handle had a big red bow on it, with a small not on it. Having nothing better to do than go in circles about his current situation, Kaiba pulled the note off.
Master Kaiba
I'm not sure where you stand with Joey at this point, so here are some things to help you two get started, enjoy!
-Marie.
Kaiba groaned when he looked at the crudely drawn chibi face in the corner beside the maid's signature. It gave him a victory sign, obviously trying to inspire confidence in whatever was enclosed in the bag.
Kaiba glanced up at the door. Marie had already come to clean his office today, which explained why this was here. Joey was no doubt still lazing in bed; school had been canceled for one more day as teams spread throughout the city to clean up the debris left by the hurricane. Mokuba had gone to a friend's house, taking advantage of this freedom. There was no one to stumble in on whatever absurd thing Marie had given him in her attempt to 'help'.
He hesitantly reached into the paper bag, and his hands closed on several different objects, one of which was soft and furry.
He pulled them out, and upon sight, promptly dropped them again.
He never imagined such objects would ever make contact with the desk he built his company on.
A pair of fuzzy handcuffs clattered onto the shining oak, along with chocolate syrup, a leash and collar, and finally, a small tube of marshmallow flavored…
Oh god…
"Dammit, Marie," Kaiba grunted, feeling his pants growing tighter as his mind raced with possibilities, yet knowing he couldn't use any of them… yet.
It was torture.
/
Joey hopelessly clawed at the bed sheets, feeling the familiar prickly sensation erupt underneath he thick bandages covering his eye. It itched so badly, dammit!
Why was Kaiba such a jerk? It wasn't like scratching would cause any more damage to the eye than there already was.
In fact, if it had been only Kaiba giving him the order not to scratch, he would have done so anyway when Kaiba wasn't looking. Since when did he take orders from that prick anyway?
But it was when Marie had changed the bandages later that night, once again cleansing the wound with witch hazel and he expressed the point, she got that look.
It was that worried and disappointed look that Serentiy got when he would once again refuse to tell her the truth of how things were going on with his dad. He hated it when people worried about him, he hated it that when he was trying so desperately to keep that look away, he just managed to make it worse. And it didn't help the fact that he had, despite himself, started to grow very fond of Marie. So in the end, she had made him promise that he wouldn't scratch it until it was fully healed. And now he was paying for it.
Hoping to distract himself, the blonde duelist reached over to the side table, grabbing the clicker to the big screen TV across the room. He turned it on, and smirked when he saw a commercial for yet another duel monsters tournament.
"I'll have ta ask Yug if he's gonna enter. It'd be nice if he could enter a tournament without having some wacko force him into it for once."
He chuckled again and flipped the channel to the news, where they were giving updates on the hurricane damage done to Domino. Where he currently was, there was little to no damage, but that was because rich bastards like Kaiba had houses that were solid as rocks. Unfortunately, his neighborhood wasn't so lucky. He could tell from the film that a lot of trees had blown over, and one or two houses even had their roofs cave in. He knew his house was safe, or at least in better condition. If it wasn't, he had no doubt that his father would be yelling for the cameraman to get off his damn property, chugging a beer and throwing it at the reporter while his house literally fell apart behind him.
It was almost comical in a way to think about, but Joey frowned slightly. It had been two days since he had last been home.
'Pops is gonna be pissed…' he sighed to himself, and he felt his muscles tense at the mere thought of what the older Wheeler would do when he got home.
Joey sat up, hunching over his crossed legs and thinking hard. If he was going to go through with this bet with Kaiba, he needed his things from the house. His back pack, his clothes, his own shampoo, his DECK for a start. But along with that, he would have to face his father.
The young blonde glanced at the clock, 4pm. If he was careful, he might be able to sneak over to the apartment and grab his things when the old man stumbled out to do what he usually did. Gamble, drink, and pick up hussies at the local bar. If he was lucky, he wouldn't come home till 1 in the morning, and Joey would be long gone.
He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, and pulled on his blue uniform jacket.
'I gotta face him sooner or later,' he thought to himself bemusedly, 'it might as well be sooner.'
He had just decided to slip out while Kaiba was still working, hoping to avoid questioning and an awkward explanation, when he heard a knock at his door.
Cursing, Joey let out a reluctant, "S'open!"
Marie poked her head in, beaming at him in a way that was infectious. Joey gave her a lopsided grin in welcome, as she skipped inside with a change of bed sheets.
"Afternoon, Joey. Whatcha up to?"
Joey shrugged and helped her strip the bed, despite her protests that he didn't have to and that it was her job.
"I'm not used to the rich life style, Miss Marie," he explained, "To be honest I don't think I'll ever be used to it."
Marie shrugged herself this time, dropping it. She did however glance at his outfit with that keen eye of hers.
"Going out Joey?"
"Yeah," he said hoping she wouldn't ask where. No such luck.
"Where you off to, if you don't mind me asking?"
Joey bit his lip, and then decided that even if he did lie, she could probably tell.
"Im gonna go pick up some stuff from my house."
He felt his heart quicken in panic when she paused at how hollow his voiced sounded. It didn't match his personality at all. Cursing mentally, Joey rushed to cover it up.
"I mean if I'm gonna be staying here for a month and all, I'd like ta have more than one pair of drawers ya know?" He gave the best goofy looking grin he could manage at that point.
She smiled back, but he could tell it was only so he would clam down.
Fluffing the pillow, she asked over her shoulder, "Why don't I come with you, that way I can bring the car and you won't have t-"
"NO!" Joey shouted before he could stop himself.
Marie jumped, dropping the pillow and staring at him in concern.
'Shit, calm down Joey," the blonde scolded himself, before taking a deep breath,
"I mean, ah, no that's alright. I can handle it by myself."
He could feel Marie stare at him with the same calculating gaze she gave Kaiba yesterday. The one where it felt like she could read his mind just by gazing at him, not with boredom, not with scorn, not even in concern. It was wholesome, nonjudgmental curiosity. It was a major contrast with her normal kooky attitude.
"Why?" she asked. Her question wasn't demanding, letting Joey know that if he couldn't answer completely it was okay. But still, her concerned gaze made the guilt eat away at his gut. He couldn't lie to her, he just couldn't.
"Look… just…" he stumbled while the magenta haired girl cocked her head to the side, "Just don't go to my house okay? Just stay here, no one has to go there but me. Okay?"
Marie didn't answer; her eyes still searched his for an answer, something, anything she could use to help him. She looked so goddamn frightened of something, but not of him.
Shaking his head, he refused to look at her another moment, and jogged out of the room, and then out the front door.
Marie was left to stand there, the bed half made.
She felt something stir in her, something she had not felt for a very long time. Her back erupted in a cold sweat, and a chill ran up her spine. Something wasn't right, something wasn't right at all.
The otaku held her stomach, feeling sick all of a sudden. It was the same feeling she always got when Mokuba was kidnapped (again) or when Kaiba was forced into a duel to the death. No matter where they were, she would just get the same horrible fear that something was happening that put them in danger.
Joey was in danger now, she was sure of it. He was going home, but there was danger there. She could hear it in his voice.
Without another second thought, Marie turned on her heel and ran as fast as she could to Kaiba's office.
/
As Joey continued to sprint down the familiar run down streets of his neighborhood, he came upon his father's apartment building. No lights were on, not even the glow of the TV in the front room. Good. He was gone for the night.
Rummaging in his pocket for his key, he turned the door handle and stepped inside. He kicked at an empty beer can halfheartedly, taking in the sight before him.
There was nothing remotely homey about this place. The furniture was either broken or tipped over, a victim of his fathers rage when Joey wasn't there to receive it. Beer cans littered the floor and the wall paint was peeling. He was also vaguely aware of a puddle on the other side of the kitchen, which Joey turned away from, feeling the contents of his own stomach rise a little.
He climbed the stairs, careful to avoid bits of broken glass, and he managed to wade his way through piles of filthy laundry to his own room. A faded paper sign bearing his misspelled name in crayon hung pitifully in front of it. Serenity had made it for him when she had just turned four, and he couldn't bear to part with it. So he took it down, holding the aged paper in his hand tenderly, opening the door to his room.
It was considerably cleaner than most of the house. It had the usual clutter that you would expect to see in a teenager's room, but it didn't give you a sense that a war had underwent shortly before in it either.
Joey started throwing clothes and other important belongings haphazardly into an old duffle bag he found in his closet, when he heard a creak of a door down stairs.
He froze in horror, his heart leaping into his throat.
No… no he couldn't be back yet.
He stood planted to his spot, waiting for the familiar angry shout that usually announced his father's arrival, but it never came. Instead, he heard from all the way down the stairs a conceited snort that could belong to only one person.
Joey's fear took a steep plummet into rage. Kaiba wouldn't, he couldn't have followed him.
He ran from his room and down the hallway, bumping into walls in his haste to get to the stairwell and wincing as his arms took most of the impact. He skidded to a halt, and, as much as he wished it wasn't true, there was Kaiba.
The brunet had visibly recoiled in disgust at the stench of alcohol and vomit, gazing coldly about him in the dump he had always known Joey was forced to live in.
Joey's grip on the stair banister caused an audible creak to go through the room.
"I have no words, Wheeler," Kaiba said simply, looking up at the mutt. His tone suggested everything he could have said though, and Joey's face visibly contorted with rage.
How dare he.
"Get out now!" Joey screamed running down the stairs at such a speed that, for a moment, Kaiba was afraid he'd plummet head-first down them. "Get the fuck out of my house!"
Kaiba felt his own anger rising once again. When Marie had told him that Joey left without talking to him first, he had a mixture of concern, considering how upset the girl looked, and anger. His need for total control was mostly the influence of this.
Before Joey could do so, Kaiba reached forward and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt,
"Who do you think you are mutt?" he said dangerously, "Talking to me like that when it was YOU who ran away without thinking. You didn't even leave a note to explain yourself!"
Joey glared up at Kaiba with a mixture of incredulity and scorn, "What are ya, my mom? Get he hell off me bastard, the deal's off! I'm sick of you!"
Kaiba felt a spike of fury and panic flare through him. He couldn't lose Joey, not so soon, not ever.
"Oh no you don't," Kaiba growled, forcing Joey against a wall, tightening his grip on the boys shirt, "When you made this deal, Wheeler, you sealed your own future. I don't back out of deals, and I don't let my opponents back out either. We're going back to the mansion now."
Joey promptly spat in Kaiba's face, and while the brunet drew back to wipe it off in anger, he bolted for the stairs, running up them two at a time, and nearly tripping his own feet trying to get back to his room. He'd lock the door until Kaiba decided it wasn't worth it and left.
Joey cried out in surprise when he felt strong arms seize him around the waist as he ran. The bastard had longer legs so he had caught up to Joey with little to no difficulty. They continued to struggle against each other, until there was a loud bang downstairs, and the unmistakable hacking of a man who had smoked all his life and didn't give a damn about what it did to him.
Joey's heart stopped beating for a second, and his breath hitched.
No... please no…
The fight abruptly left Joey, causing Kaiba to fall on top of him in his attempt to get a solid grip on the boy, before he could utter a cry of surprise. Joey clapped a hand on his mouth, and stared in pure terror towards the stairwell they had left behind.
There was a pause at the sound of their fall, and a gruff voice called out,
"Boy?"
Joey flinched, but didn't answer, his chest rose and fell rapidly as he started to hyperventilate, but to Kaiba's alarm it was dangerously shallow.
"Get your ass down here now, brat!" Joey's father growled from downstairs, and they heard a creak when he approached, "Brat!"
Joey leapt to his feet, dragging Kaiba up with him, and searched frantically for something, still holding a hand firmly over Kaiba's mouth.
"Don't make me look for you!" the voice threatened again
Finally, Joey pulled the taller boy towards a cluttered looking closet, and threw him in.
Kaiba was about to say something when Joey hissed at him,
"Shut your mouth, don't move, don't say anything or I'll fucking murder you, you understand?"
There was a desperation in Joey's voice that threw Kaiba for a loop. He didn't sound angry at all now, just panicked and silently pleading that for once, Kaiba listened to him. Joey didn't even wait for an answer, heavy footsteps were echoing through the house as his father climbed the stairs towards them. He shut the closet door quietly but quickly, then hurriedly going to the wall opposite the closet.
Kaiba silently positioned himself in front of the keyhole, squinting so he could just barely make out the blurry forms of his puppy and the older Wheeler.
"Where the hell have you been the past two days you little, bitch," the man growled, and Kaiba's anger spike again. He glared murderously at the man that dared talk that way to his puppy.
"School trip, pops," Joey answered quietly, purposefully staring at the wall and avoiding his father's eyes.
"I neva heard about no hic damn school trip dipshit." The obviously intoxicated man slurred, advancing on his clearly frightened son. Joey held himself still, though, and faced his father bravely.
"Ya passed out after ya filled out the permission form," he said softly, and the man grunted.
"You're lying to me, ya little piece of shit!" he bellowed, and backhanded Joey across the face, hard. Kaiba felt his eyes widen, and he leapt to his feet. No one was aloud to hit Joey, no one, and he was going to show this bastard that. But as much as Kaiba tried to pull the door open, he couldn't. Joey had locked it.
Kaiba was surprised his position wasn't given away, but he found that Joey had started yelling back at his father to cover up for the noise Kaiba was making.
"So what if I am? It's not like you care!"
"Don't you fucking talk to me like that!"Joey's father thundered, and there was a bam, and then a thud, followed by several grunts of pain, as the man beat the blonde into the floor, kicking him repeatedly in the head and sides.
Kaiba felt like he was being torn apart with every pained sound coming from his puppy's lips, and he strained against the door to no avail.
There was a high cold, cruel laugh, and the grunts stopped. Kaiba knelt to peek through the key hole again, and watched the man leave the crumpled form of his son on the floor, apparently satisfied.
There was more stomping, and then a slam of a door. The horrible man had left again, off to resume his low life activities.
For a few minutes, Joey just laid there, breathing with difficulty, before finally pushing himself to his knees.
He shakily stood up, walking across the room, and opening the door that had kept Kaiba at bay for so long.
For a split second, they both looked at each other. Joey was hyperventilating, his eyes so wide and fearful as he awaited Kaiba's scorn. The bandages Marie had so tenderly wrapped around his eye hung limply from the beating they took, until they finally drifted to the floor. He waited for Kaiba to call him a coward and weak, for taking all of that lying down.
But Kaiba did just the opposite. It was that moment that Kaiba decided something that would change Joey's life forever.
The blonde was NEVER setting foot in this house again.
Kaiba grabbed the blonde's wrist and led him into his room, and the blonde, mind clearly somewhere else, let him do so listlessly.
The brunet grabbed the half-packed tote bag, slinging it over his shoulder and making note that if Joey was missing anything, he would either buy it for him, or come and get it himself. He continued to lead the dazed blonde at a strong pace until they were at least a block away from the apartment that Seto now held with so much contempt.
Knowing what a rundown cesspool the area was, Kaiba had asked the driver to park the limo a few blocks away, so as to avoid 'unwanted' attention. For the most part, Joey remained in a state of shock, letting Kaiba lead him and stumbling over his feet to keep up with Kaiba's long strides.
Gradually, the situation of what just happened sunk in, and Joey snapped to attention once again.
Kaiba closed an empty fist where the blonde's wrist had been as he turned into an alleyway, and he looked back to see Joey standing stock still in the middle of it.
"….you saw," the blonde said hoarsely, but it sounded as if he were merely stating this fact to himself than asking Kaiba if it were true, "You saw everything.."
Kaiba kept a steady eye on Joey, knowing that to show his pity would only make Joey feel worse.
"I did," he conceded quietly.
Joey buried his hands in his hair, moaning in anguish, "Fuck."
It didn't stop there. Joey started pacing from one wall of the alley to the next, running his hands through his hair desperately and shooting terrified looks at the CEO, knowing that at some point, he was going to have to explain.
"Dammit," he snarled, hating himself for looking so weak in front of his greatest rival. He didn't want him to see that, he didn't want ANYONE to see that!
"Fuck fuck FUCK! Fucking shit!" Joey yelled, finally stopping his pacing only so he could pound the brick wall fiercely in frustration. With every word he pounded harder, until finally he full out punched the solid rock. Over and over again, until a distinctly wet sound came with each 'thunk', and something warm dripped down his arm. His knuckles were searing, but he didn't care,
He just didn't fucking care anymore.
Kaiba's eyes widened and he raced forward to stop the blonde from hurting himself further. He grabbed Joey's wrist again before the cracked knuckles could make contact with the wall again.
Joey struggled, pulling in further desperation to get away. The physical pain was nothing to the horrible shame that stabbed his heart. But it was obvious that Kaiba would not relent, as he gently turned Joey and planted him so his back was pressed against the wall, holding his wrists over his head much like his feline counterpart had in Joey's dream.
Joey writhed for a moment or two longer, before finally hanging his head in such a defeated way, Kaiba felt his heart break.
"Why?" Joey whispered
When Kaiba didn't answer, he snapped his head up with such a look of loathing Kaiba felt his heart give another tiny lurch.
"Why did you come here? Why couldn't you just stay away?" Joey screamed, beyond rage and fear now.
Kaiba could do nothing but gaze down at his puppy, what could he say? Joey had given him plenty of warning. It was Kaiba's own foolhardy overconfidence that caused the blonde to be hurt.
"Why can't you just leave me alone? Why can't anyone just let ME handle it! Why can't I just protect everyone else! Why do I gotta tell you people everything about my business? Does it not matter how much it hurts for me to tell?"
Kaiba's hands shook slightly, tight over the blood soaked cuffs of his puppy's jacket.
Joey shook his head from side to side, not even yelling at Kaiba now, just yelling in general. The brunet could tell he was on the verge of hysterics. Tears stung the blonde's eyes, but he refused to let them fall. Not for anybody.
"Why do people put me through this? Why can't they let me pretend everything's okay? That's easier on everyone right? Just act like it isn't happening? So then why, WHY?
Kaiba could take it no longer and finally let go of the boys wrists so he could grip Joey by the shoulders,
"Wheeler, snap out of it!" he tried desperately to get through to the boy, shaking him then finally taking both sides of the boy's face and holding it still. He forced the boy's line of vision to stay on his, "Joey!"
The younger boy's eyes snapped open at the sound of his name, as if he had woken up from a bad dream. His breathing was labored, coming out ragged and sharp. He could only look up at Kaiba, his big brown eyes wide in surprise and disbelief. It was like he had completely forgotten Kaiba was there.
"Kai…ba..." He gasped, his lungs struggling to catch up with the hyperventilation. His eyes were shining, but Kaiba knew with a mixed amount of pride and exasperation, that Joey was bravely holding them back.
Kaiba brushed a thumb over the boy's cheek bone, noticing the dark circles from many sleepless nights that a few days rest at his mansion hadn't managed to cure just yet. The scars were evident from this close distance, not to mention the once again swelling black eye. Well, Kaiba got what he wanted. He now knew where it had come from. Yet the satisfaction he thought it would bring never came.
Joey's eyes closed so he wouldn't have to look at his rival, and his face collapsed into one of anguish.
"Don't tell Serenity," Joey whispered, his voice pleading with the last bit of dignity he could muster, "Or Yugi or the others. I don't want them to know, I didn't want ANYONE to know."
Kaiba felt something in him collapse, and finally pulled the younger boy into an embrace, crushing his frail form against his chest and burying his face into his blonde tresses.
Joey stiffened, and didn't return the gesture, but Kaiba did notice something hot and wet soak through his black turtle neck, and he was sure it wasn't blood this time.
They stood there for close to ten minutes, Joey just letting Kaiba hug him. He didn't cry anymore after the first couple of moments. He was too stubborn for that, too damn proud to let his vulnerability show.
'That's alright,' Kaiba thought to himself, stroking the blonde's hair, 'We can work on that in time.'
His breathing slowed and his body relaxed slightly. The panic attack was over, and the normal Joey was back once again. Kaiba could have stood there forever, finally holding his puppy to him and in the right mind to never let him go again, when he heard someone clear their throat from below him.
"Kaiba?" Joey asked through his voice slightly muffled voice currently buried in Kaiba's chest, "M'better now, ya can let go."
Kaiba took a deep breath. There was no going back now. The feelings he had when he held his puppy close, they were addicting. He let the boy back away a bit, but he kept a firm grip on his shoulders.
There was no going back now, for either of them. He could never let him go.
It was time for a slight change in plan
Joey rubbed his eyes and coughed into his fist awkwardly, preparing to apologize for wigging out like that, when he noticed the brunet's neglect to release him totally.
Trying to shrug out of Kaiba's grip, Joey looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Kaiba, did ya hear me?"
Kaiba let his hands trail down Joey's arms, and took hold of his wrists again, holding them against the wall as Joey tensed again.
Looking extremely uncomfortable, Joey tried to pull himself away from the intense looking CEO.
"I heard you perfectly fine, Wheeler," he said, "but I don't want to let go."(lil1diva: squee! Can't faint, must… beta…)
Joey blinked and narrowed his eyes, alarms going off in his head.
"S-say what?" He asked nervously, squirming even more when he felt Kaiba press his hips to his. 'This wasn't happening.' He told himself over and over 'just another trick like that dream before, just Kaiba trying to get into my head again.'
There was an amused chuckle, and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise when Kaiba bent his head to whisper in his ear.
"You wanted to know why I followed you here tonight?" Kaiba asked, rubbing his thumbs sensually against the soft skin on Joey's wrists. He frowned when he felt the now dry blood.
Joey looked at Kaiba like he had absolutely lost his mind, but nonetheless answered with a hesitant.
"Well, yeah."
Kaiba chuckled darkly, and the alarm bells in Joey's head grew louder.
"Remember our bet, Wheeler? How you had one month to figure out why I'm acting the way I am lately?"
Joey blinked then frowned, almost pouting.
"Yeah, jerk. You had a month ta figure out what gave me the shiner. But ya cheated and followed me home ta find out!"
Kaiba rolled his eyes; of course the dimwitted blonde would take it that way.
"I had absolutely no idea what would happen when I followed you home Mutt," Kaiba tightened his grip when Joey once again made an attempt to escape, "If you wanna ask someone how they knew, ask Marie."
Joey blinked, confused once again, "Why would-?"
"That's her business, so like I said, ask her," Kaiba said impatiently, wanting to get home so he could finally get things started, "The point is I agree with you. Although it was unintentional, I did find out rather abruptly. You hardly had any time to try and figure out your half, and lord knows you need time."
Joey narrowed his eyes, knowing somehow that Kaiba was insulting him but confused at the fond tone Kaiba was doing so with.
"Get to da point Kaiba," he warned, growing tired of being held prisoner against the alley wall. He was tired and really all he wanted to do was go to sleep.
Kaiba smirked, and Joey got the feeling that he had just walked right into a trap.
"Alright then," Kaiba said, keeping one wrist planted firmly against the wall, but bringing the injured one forward, "I'll make it easy on you."
Joey blinked, and was about to open his mouth and question the older boy again, when he froze, his voice dying in his throat and eyes bulging in their sockets.
Kaiba pressed his lips to the bruising skin, breathing against it, making the now sensitive nerves tingle in pleasure. He kissed each and every knuckle while Joey remained frozen, gaping at the CEO like a fish.
"This. Is why. I came. Tonight," Kaiba whispered to Joey between kisses, and Joey bristled further.
Kaiba smirked again, "Well, Wheeler, do you understand yet? Why I've been acting the way I have?"
Joey looked like he wanted nothing more than to punch the CEO. Although his face had taken a slight pink tinge, he looked beyond freaked.
"No. I DON'T understand why, I don't think I'll ever understand why, but I think I'm starting to get the basic idea," he said, exasperatedly writhing in his effort to get away from Kaiba.
Kaiba chuckled again, and nuzzled Joey's neck causing him to quake in alarm,
"I have a proposition for you Joey."
"Oh god," Joey groaned, whenever someone said those words, it never meant anything good.
"Our original bet is pretty much shot now, we both know the other's secret. But there is that little matter of how I found out first."
"But that wasn't fair!" Joey said, making a nervous noise in his throat when Kaiba pressed his lips to his neck, and tried to stretch as far as he could away.
"True," Kaiba nodded, tickling Joey's neck with his hair, "Which is why I'm offering you the chance to try again."
Joey shook his head again, trying to banish the growing heat that was gathering in his head and groin. He was not enjoying this; it was just the damn teenage hormones picking up.
"I don't get what yer saying!"
Kaiba sighed, Joey was making this a lot more difficult than it need to be. He lifted his head so he was staring straight into those honey brown eyes he loved so much.
"A new bet. Same stakes. You stay in my house for one month, in that time I'll make you fall in love with me. If, perhaps only when hell freezes over, you manage to NOT fall in love with me, you can have the original promise. I will leave you alone from that point on."
Joey snorted, "As if I'd EVER fall in love wit you Kaiba! I'd rather stick broken glass up my nose!"
Kaiba's eyes narrowed but his smirk turned into a dangerous grin, "Oh, I disagree pup, because while you can resist all you like, I will have something on my side I didn't before."
Joey glared at him, "Oh yeah? What's that?"
Kaiba returned his head to Joey's neck, much to the boy's chagrin. Grinning sadistically, he slid his tongue up the expanse of skin until it touched just below the blonde's earlobe.
Joey gave a strangled yell of surprise and started squirming to get away again.
"This time Joey, you have to take my suggestions. That means if I want to do this," He licked Joey's neck again and Joey snarled angrily, "I can. If I want you to sleep in my bed, you will. If I want to-"
"Enough I get it!" Joey's voice cracked with how flustered he was, "As if I'd ever take a bet like this! I'll get raped by da end of the night!"
Kaiba frowned, and shook his head, "Oh no, I'd never do something like that. You see Puppy, I WANT you to love me. Rape will not solve this in any way. I want you, but I want you to want me back. No, we won't be going all the way until you're ready"
Joey gave him a heated glare and screamed, "I will NEVER be ready, bastard!"
Kaiba shrugged it off, going back to kissing Joey's neck, "We'll see pup. But you can be sure of one thing. You are never going back to that hell hole, not as long as I live. If you want to go to the Mutou's, be my guest. But they'll want to know why you, all of a sudden, want to move in."
Joey bit his lip, dammit! The goddamn prick was right. If he wanted to continue keeping his secret, he couldn't go to his friends, at least not yet. And as much as he hated to admit it, life at the mansion sounded a lot better than going home to his bum of a father every night.
Joey writhed in Kaiba's grip, trying to push him away. It was hard to think straight when your worst enemy was giving you a hickey. His confusion made his head spin… as well as other things. The heat between his legs grew more intense when Kaiba ground his hips against it.
"Say yes, pup," Kaiba breathed into his ear, "I won't take no for an answer."
Joey lost it when Kaiba took hold of both his wrists in one hand and snaked the other down his back, giving his ass a firm squeeze.
"Dammit, Kaiba!"
"Close enough," Kaiba kissed his prey on the cheek and slung him over his shoulder. (lil1diva: kissing your prey? Interesting…)
"Where are you taking me?" Joey pounded on his back, kicking at his ribs but coming into contact with nothing, "Put me down you bastard!"
"We're going home mutt," Kaiba answered simply, as he saw the driver standing some feet away with the limo, "You're going home."
Ecstatic that he didn't have to hold himself back so much, Kaiba gave his puppy's ass another squeeze, and chuckled when he heard Joey squeak in alarm and protest once again.
My hands huuuuuuurrrrrttt! This was the longest chapter EVER!
Kisa: (claps hands) but yay! We don't have to worry about technicalities anymore. Bring on the smut dammit!
Me: (sighs) well the fluff was nice while it lasted. Not that there won't be plenty more of it later on.
Kisa and Marie: (drools) yaaaaooooiiiii
Kaiba: (smirks) looks like we'll be busy from now on, won't we puppy,
Joey: Gah! Get away from me, don't look at me like that! Help me!
Kaiba: (drags joey off)
Me: (waves apologetically) I'm so sorry joey..
Kisa: (waves as well) I'm not! Read and review, and the juicy stuff will come all the more faster, heheheh. X3
Lil1diva: I approve this chapter for all yaoi fangirls, like me. XD.