Title: Grave Robber
Summary: Seto wanted to take his secrets to the grave, but when a class project lands him and Joey closer than desired, those secrets become harder to protect than ever. Especially when Joey is discovering the common ground they share.
Contains: Yoai, lemon in random chapters, references to child abuse and molestation, sudden flashbacks, arguments, and occasionally ooc-ness
Pairing: Seto X Joey
Disclaimer: I do not own yu-gi-oh or the characters, I also make no money from the writing of this fanfic.
Author's Note: Seto finally gets a taste of what he wants—and maybe Joey starts to realize that it's something he wants too. At least, that's what Seto hopes; otherwise he's becoming the same sort of monster he used to fear.
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He was at his desk signing off on another contract binding him and I2 together for four more years when the call came through. The head of his home cleaning staff informed him that the precious pup had left some personal belongings behind in the guestroom, but there was no address for them to send the items to. She asked if Seto knew of Joey Wheeler's home address or if the items should be thrown away. Seto didn't have to think long before he came to a conclusion.
"Bring them to my office. I will take them to him myself." Seto hung up and finished with his paperwork. It was another twenty minutes before his executive house keeper arrived with the plastic bag full of dirty clothes and pajamas.
As he waited for the housekeeper to come, he'd told his secretary to find Joey Wheeler's home address. She reported back to him that Joey lived on the poor side of town in a tiny little home. Always thorough, she also printed out a police record showing the number of time the cops had been called for various disturbances. Seto didn't have time to read it over, but he already had a pretty good idea of what the list would include.
Wasting no more time, Seto left his office and got into the car waiting for him downstairs. The driver had already been told Joey's address and the drive there had been silent and short.
"Wait for me," Seto said when the driver stopped and opened the car door for him. "This won't take long." The man nodded and stood obediently next to the car as Seto approached the front door.
As Seto prepared to knock on the rotting wood of Joey Wheeler's front door, there was a sound from inside like glass being smashed. Seto pulled back his hand and listened more closely. Following the shattering of glass there came three heavy thuds in rapid succession, then a bellowing shout that had to belong to Joey's father. After his voice came Joey's, loud and pained. There was another slam that was chased by Joey's harrowing cry, and Seto had heard enough.
Seto tested the knob and the door was unlocked. He pushed it open and growled in disgust when the stench of booze and decay hit his nose. The house wasn't squalor, but it was definitely in disrepair. From the doorway, Seto could see through a dimly lit living room into a narrow kitchen.
Seto approached it slowly, careful to keep his footfalls quiet. The sounds of more glass breaking were followed by the sounds of Joey yelling at his father—telling him to get away, to leave him alone. His father had him pinned in a corner. Joey was trying to ward off drunken punches aimed at his face, but he held back. He could easily have overpowered the drunk, but he chose not to.
Then, with one strong fist, Joey was knocked onto the floor and kicked in the face by his father who bellowed at him for wasting space and "keeping him up worrying" all night by being gone.
He kicked Joey one last time before Seto reacted, and Joey let out a sound far too close to a sob. Seto growled and grabbed the drunken, older man from behind and dragged him away from Joey without much resistance. The man screamed at him, unable to even slur a real sentence, and flailed as he tried to get Seto off of him.
Seto easily pushed the man into the kitchen table behind him, which was where he'd intended to leave the fight, but the look the man gave him—a hateful, spiteful look that showed he had no remorse for beating and kicking his son—lit the fuse.
The last thought Seto had before his vision turned to an angry smear of red was No one kicks my dog. No one.
Joey shivered against the continually pulsating pain in the middle of his knee where his father had kicked him. His nose hurt from a particularly brutal punch, and he honestly didn't remembered when he'd been shoved onto the floor, but his shoulder hurt from the fall. He didn't know why his father stopped hitting him, but he could still hear the man yelling.
Still shaking, Joey cracked open his eyes when he heard his father fall over onto the kitchen table. Everything was blurred around the edges, but Joey sat up quickly when he realized there was another person standing in his kitchen. He blinked repeatedly, trying to get his vision to clear up as the shouting grew louder—another voice joining his father's—and then his father was on the floor as well.
"St-stop!" Joey called, not stammering because he was nervous, but because he was so taken aback. "Hey! That's enough! You're gonna kill him—quit!" Joey got to his feet, swaying in his disorientation. He stumbled over to Seto Kaiba who was standing in his kitchen, beating his father into a pulp. "Kaiba, stop!"
Joey had to force his way between Kaiba and his father, just to get the bloodthirsty CEO to back down. Even then, Kaiba's eyes were focused and harsh.
"Get out of my way, Wheeler," Kaiba spat, as if this fight was personal.
"He's my dad," Joey said, hoping it would bring Kaiba out of his rage. He didn't know what was going on with the guy, but he rarely let his rage turn physical, and the last person Joey ever thought Kaiba would protect was him. He'd spent years making sure Joey knew just how much he hated him. Why was he now beating Joey's father to a pulp in an attempt to protect him? "You won, alright? You won. You can stop!"
"Why are you protecting him?" Kaiba growled. "He doesn't deserve to have you protecting him."
"And you don't deserve to go to jail for murdering him," Joey said. "What are you even doing here? Go home!"
Kaiba glared at him and then turned his attention back to Joey's father who was rolling back and forth on the floor, moaning in pain and confusion.
"Come," Kaiba said. Joey opened his mouth to tell Kaiba he wasn't a dog, he didn't go anywhere on command, but Kaiba grabbed him by the forearm and yanked him forward. Once his balance was compromised, Joey was easily dragged through his small house and shoved outside into the waiting car.
His first thought as the car door slammed once Kaiba was in the seat next to him was this was what it felt like to be kidnapped.
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Joey was pulled into Kaiba's mansion, still shaking from the shock he was in because of the pain and adrenaline. He'd tried to get Kaiba to stop the car and let him out—let him go check on his dad and make sure he was still breathing—but Kaiba silently refused. He wouldn't speak; he wouldn't even look at Joey.
He was afraid of what was going to happen when they got into the mansion. He didn't know if Kaiba was going to lock him in a room somewhere or if he was going start with all the grabbing and kissing again.
"What the hell is wrong with you!?" Joey yelled when he was pushed into a bedroom on the mansion's third floor. And not just any bedroom—Seto freakin' Kaiba's bedroom suite. It was a bedroom with a living room in it, and never before had so many soft surfaces looked so threatening.
"You can't let him treat you like that!" Kaiba yelled, his voice so full of rage that Joey backed down. Anger was only going to be matched with more anger. Joey would lose the fight, as much as he hated to admit it, and he couldn't handle another battle.
"You can't break into my house and beat up my father like that," Joey said in return. "It's not your place to protect me."
"It is now," Kaiba said. "You obviously can't do it yourself. What were you thinking? Why didn't you fight him!?"
"He was just drunk—"
"He could've killed you! Your mouth is bleeding, you can't walk—why did you let him do that?"
"He's my dad—"
"That's not an excuse!" Kaiba yelled, grabbing Joey by the forearms. He didn't yank Joey forward or even squeeze. He just held on—almost as if trying to offer comfort but uncertain about how. "He can't do that to you. You can't let him do that to you anymore."
Joey wanted to argue, but he had no excuses left. He shouldn't let his dad get away with all he did, but he'd always had the idea that he'd move out soon and it wouldn't be a problem anymore. That it would take care of itself. It was becoming apparent, however, that that wasn't true.
"He split your lip again," Kaiba said, his eyes finally softening. Joey flinched when Kaiba wiped at the blood with his finger again, remembering how last time that had ended in a kiss. "I want my nurse to look you over. He could've broken your leg."
"You have a nurse?" Joey said, the question somehow slipping out past the protestations that came to mind.
"Kaiba Corp has on-call doctors if I need them. You only need a nurse as far as I'm concerned. Sit down."
Joey looked at one of the couches in Kaiba's bedroom living room suite and sank down onto the soft cushion. He kept expecting Kaiba to jump him, but it didn't happen.
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The nurse who looked over Joey's cuts and scrapes was absurdly more polite than the other members of Kaiba's personal staff. She smiled a lot and kept an upbeat attitude, even when applying stinging antiseptics to Joey's wounds. She didn't ask what happened—possibly believing her boss had done the damage—but commented on much more gruesome incidents she'd treated.
After he was bandaged and his kicked knee was deemed "sore but not broken," he was taken back to Kaiba's personal bedroom suite where the multi-millionaire sat at his desk by the window working on his laptop.
"I'm fine, see?" Joey said, just to break the silence when Kaiba didn't look at him. "So…can I go home now?"
"You're not leaving," Kaiba said casually, unwittingly reaffirming Joey's feelings of being kidnapped.
"Kaiba, you can't keep me," Joey said, his tone less than enthusiastic.
"You can't go home."
"You almost killed my dad. I wanna go check on him."
"He's fine. I sent my on-call doctors to your house to make sure he didn't throw up and choke on it. He'll live."
Joey was actually impressed. Part of him felt like it was a lie, but then he realized it would probably be bad for business if it leaked that Seto Kaiba beat a middle-aged man half to death in his own home. The doctors probably came with hush money that would no doubt be spent on more booze…
"Sit down, Wheeler. You shouldn't be standing on your bad leg."
"My leg is fine, Kaiba," Joey said, looking around the impersonal bedroom. There was nothing in the room that distinguished it from the guestroom Joey had stayed in. The only personal effects were Kaiba's clothes, the books on the shelves, and one photo of Mokuba on the desk. Everything else looked like stylish props.
"You need to sit down," Kaiba repeated, not bothering with a reason this time.
"I want to go home. We don't have to work on our presentation anymore, so there's no reason for me to even be here."
"You're here because I want you to be. Sit down."
"Kaiba—" Joey flinched as Kaiba stood up from the desk. He should've just run for the door. He knew nothing good would come from standing there and subjecting himself to Kaiba's twisted whims. Kaiba walked up to him and stood so close it made Joey want to back away. But once those eyes were on him, Joey was stricken. "What do you want from me?" Joey asked, shaking his head and looking at Kaiba with a pleading look, trying to silently beg him to stop this weird, twisted game.
Kaiba lifted a hand and began stroking Joey's cheek, even when Joey sighed and turned his eyes away.
So they were back to this again? Was Kaiba ever going to say what was going on?—admit that he'd started taking crack or acid and this was all a bad trip?
"You hate me," Joey said, remembering Duelist Kingdom when Kaiba had literally thrown him to the ground and started all of the dog insults. "Why are you trying to be nice now?"
"Because you're mine."
"I'm not yours! Quit it with that already! It's not an answer."
Kaiba started smirking and Joey inwardly cringed. The hand stroking his cheek slowly slid to the back of his head and pulled him forward. Once again, Kaiba pressed his lips against Joey's, trying to be careful of the fresh wound. Joey doubted he'd ever get a real answer about why Kaiba had taken a sudden interest in him that extended beyond harassing him. Seto Kaiba was used to having everything he wanted, and one day he must've woken up and realized he wanted a piece of Joey Wheeler.
In all of the time he'd known Kaiba, Joey had never really thought about having him in the ways Kaiba was proposing. When someone hated him, Joey usually accepted it and moved on—especially when other guys hated him. He was used to fighting. He wasn't used to warding off sexual advances—and especially not advances made by pretty-boy Kaiba.
He realized that Kaiba wasn't going to back off, just as he realized that when he went home the only thing waiting for him was the reek of booze and another few kicks and punches. Honestly, Joey would rather be anywhere than at home—and if Kaiba was offering, who was going to turn down three big meals a day and a huge bed at night?
And Kaiba was sort of manageable when he was being nice. Tolerance could turn to a friendship, couldn't it? Kaiba was a jerk, sure, but only because he had to be for work. No one would respect him if he were a shy, modest businessman.
Joey sighed and tilted his head slightly, giving Kaiba access to what he wanted. Immediately, Kaiba let out a pleased groan and started kissing harder, wrapping his arm around Joey's waist and jerking him closer.
It wasn't so much a submission in Joey's mind as it was an experiment—at least that was what he told himself. Maybe he should've realized what he was getting himself into before Kaiba backed him into the wall. The kiss became heated more quickly than Joey had anticipated, and as much as he hated to see it that way—it really did happen too fast for him to register it.
One moment Kaiba was kissing him on the mouth, then the next Joey was turned around with his chest pressed into the wall. Both of Kaiba's hands were on Joey's hips, rubbing them and sliding up his side under his shirt. Joey shuddered under his touches, and gasped when Kaiba started kissing him on the side of his neck.
Several times Joey tried to ask Kaiba what he was trying to do—even though he knew exactly what he was doing—but all Kaiba did was shush him and act more bold. Joey tried to pull away when Kaiba's fingers started toying with the button of his jeans, but Kaiba just held him tighter and worked faster.
Joey swallowed hard when Kaiba had his jeans undone and began pushing them down off his hips.
"I-I don't think—" Joey tried to grab the waistband of his jeans before the slid down over the curve of his thigh, but Kaiba immediately shushed him and pushed harder to get the fabric out of the way of his hands. "Kaiba, I don't think you really want to do thi—" Joey's words turned into a sharp hiss when Kaiba's hand snaked down the front of his boxers and gripped him firmly by the cock. After that, the only thought in his mind was "this is really happening. Oh god, this is actually happening."
Seto smirked into Joey's neck, nuzzling him and at the same time relishing his scent under the coppery smell of blood. He had his pup right where he wanted him. Joey was squirming under Seto's touch, unresisting and completely pliant. He let Seto do what he wanted with him, his only protestations coming from nervousness—shyness.
When Seto wrapped his hand around Joey's half-hard cock, he was surprised at how eager Joey's following moan sounded. He expected more resistance or to have the dog snap and turn to bite him—but Joey just leaned his head back onto Seto's shoulder and panted. Once he worked Joey's cock to full hardness, Seto chose to be a bit more daring. He pushed Joey's jeans down a little father and used to his foot to get his pup to spread his feet a little wider.
Joey let out a choked scream when, all of a sudden—with no forewarning whatsoever—Kaiba pressed one of his fingers inside of him. He didn't know how to respond or what to say. He'd been with a few girls in the past, but he'd never messed around with any guys. He hadn't even really thought about it in detail, but when his mind did wander, he never saw himself being the one on the receiving end.
He wanted to squirm away, to tell Kaiba that this was moving too quickly and he didn't think it was right for either of them, but Kaiba just kept stroking him and moving that finger slowly in and out. When Joey did try to speak, Kaiba would start kissing and sucking his neck, as if to make sure he didn't speak a word of protest.
After a few minutes, Kaiba worked a second finger in alongside the first. Joey hissed, slightly out of pain and a bit more out of humiliation. He felt his cheeks burn red, especially when Kaiba started to quietly laugh in his ear. The slight pain was too quickly replaced by a bolt of pleasure when Kaiba's fingers pressed against something which almost left Joey on his knees if not for Kaiba's hold on him.
Once he found that spot, Kaiba kept his fingers pressed up against it. In a matter of seconds he had Joey twitching and writhing against the wall where he was pinned. Kaiba started rubbing on that one sweet spot with his fingers in time with his hand that kept pumping Joey's leaking cock.
To think that Kaiba—Seto Kaiba, of all people—had him pinned to a wall and was practically forcefully pleasuring him was so bizzare. He'd never pegged Kaiba as the generous type. If anything, Joey expected Kaiba to take his own pants down and start ravaging him any second, but it never happened. Kaiba seemed content to turn Joey into a pathetic, whimpering and needy mess.
Seto sighed into Joey's neck, taking in every noise the blonde pup made. He could feel Joey's muscles fluttering around his fingers as he drove them deeper while still making sure to keep pressure on that one spot he knew would drive the poor boy mad. The hand he had pumping Joey's cock was completely smeared with precum which dripped down onto his bunched up jeans as well as the floor.
When Joey was close, Seto could tell by the hitching of his breath and the way his puppy's shoulders began to spasm as if he were trying to pull away. In response, Seto rubbed the tips of his fingers against Joey's prostate even faster, not satisfied until Joey's legs were shaking and he had to lean against the wall for support.
Seto began pumping Joey's cock faster, drunk off the quiet moans of pleasure coming from his wounded pup's throat. After getting attacked by his father, Joey deserved a release. And when that release finally came, Joey's seed splattering against the wall and his body shaking in Seto's arms, there was no doubt in Seto's mind that his pet appreciated it.
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Joey found himself kneeling on the carpeted floor, pants bunched up around his knees, panting. When Kaiba let go of him, his legs were useless and he slumped against the wall. A few strands of his hair unfortunately got stuck in the mess slowly sliding down the wall, but he didn't even have enough energy to fall away from it.
Once Kaiba was finished with him, he just walked off. Joey tried looking over his shoulder to see where he went, but it became pointless when he heard the sound of a sink running from some unseen bathroom. When he finished washing his hands—a feat which took almost five minutes at least—Kaiba returned and hauled Joey back up to his feet.
"You need a shower," he said, kissing Joey firmly on the cheek and then walking over to his desk where he sat down and returned to working on his laptop as if nothing had even happened.
"I don't have any clean clothes to change into," Joey stammered, awkwardly pulling up his boxers and jeans.
"You can wear mine. We're…relatively the same size."
Joey didn't bother to mention that Kaiba was obviously taller than he was and anything of Kaiba's that he wore would make him look like a dwarf. Joey had learned quickly that it didn't do any good to argue with Kaiba. He was used to getting what he wanted—able to pay any price at all—and Joey was just another one of those things. How long it would be before Kaiba lost interest and moved on to a new thing was still open for interpretation. It would happen though. Joey was sure of it.
Anyone used to having whatever he wanted was bound to get bored quickly and move on…
With a sigh, Joey wandered toward the bathroom adjoining Kaiba's bedroom suite.
"Wheeler," Kaiba said, just as Joey was about to go through the doorway.
"What?" Joey asked, unable to hide the negative feelings that were starting to eat away at him. As soon as he was out of Kaiba's grasp he'd felt used—manipulated and weak.
"You're sleeping in here tonight."
"Why?" Joey asked, rolling his eyes. When he looked over at Kaiba, the brunette was staring at him. He expected Kaiba to say something along the lines of 'because I want you to,' but the CEO surprised him.
"Because it's the best room in the house, and you deserve the best."
It was so out of character for him to be so…blatantly affectionate. Even his tone sounded sincere, like he really wanted Joey there not just for his company, but because he felt Joey had somehow earned it.
"You're goin' crazy, Kaiba," Joey said, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door. Kaiba mumbled something, but the wooden door muffled it. It wasn't until Joey was standing under the stream of water that he realized how badly he wanted to know what had been said.