Author's Note: Rated T for dragons and their pursuits of innocent puppies! This is a part two to last chapter; the "before" when he tells Joey that he can't be in his new tournament unless he goes on a date with him. :3 Poor Joey. And yeah, it was originally going to be "P is for Pectoral," but I figured that "O" needed a follow up, because Joey didn't get his happily-ever-after. Well, actually, it had been "P is for Penis," but I giggle every time I see that word, and decided I didn't want my family looking at me funny because I giggle every time I glance down at the task bar and see "penis." :D

P is for Part Two!!!

Joey didn't even look up from his magazine as he heard the door open. "Welcome t' the Turtle Game Shop, how may I—" He squeaked in alarm as a hand slammed down on his magazine and looked up quickly, startled. He squeaked again when he realized it was Seto and immediately stepped back from the counter to put a little distance between them. "K-K-Kaiba! What are ya doin' here—"

Seto narrowed his eyes at him. "What are you doing here, puppy?"

"I asked ya first!" the blond exclaimed in frustration, blushing. "Besides! I work here so Gramps and Yug' can have a break every once in a while!"

"…You heard about my new tournament, didn't you?" the older boy asked, leaning over the counter slightly.

Joey scowled at him. "Yeah, and I didn't get an invitation t' this one either! What's your point? Come t' rub it in? 'Too bad, mutt! You'll never be good enough t' get in one of my tournaments!' Yeah, don't need that, have a nice day, goodbye!" he exclaimed angrily, then waved his hand in dismissal. "Hope I never see ya again!"

Seto frowned, then glared at him. "That's what I came to see you about, puppy. You can enter my tournament, but only on one condition."

"Oh yeah? And what is that condition?!" the blond asked, clenching his hands into fists. "I'm not gonna wear a dog suit again, if that's what ya want! Should've turned your TV on and seen me bein' humiliated by Duke then!"

"No—Duke did what?" He'd heard Mokuba mention it, but he'd thought he'd been trying to make him jealous. That had actually happened? …Duke would pay.

Joey snorted and crossed his arm, turning his back to him quickly so he wouldn't see the hurt on his face. "Don't pretend ya didn't know! I bet ya laughed your ass off when ya saw it! Ya probably… Ya probably got tired of it though, huh? That's why ya… why ya took me t' the roof and did those things t' me, made me do them t' you. 'Stupid mutt, you're so easy t' ma-manipulate.' Yeah! And now that's gotten old because ya can't tease me about it 'cause I don't stick around long enough for ya t' make fun of me!"

Growling in annoyance, Seto reached over the counter and grabbed his shirt to yank him around. "Mutt, do you want to hear what I have to say or—"

"Fuck whatever ya say! You're just gonna make fun of me—" the blond exclaimed, only to let out a startled whimper when the older boy crushed his lips with his own. "Mmn!"

The brunet broke the kiss soon after, however, and glared at him sternly. "Joey, you will go on a date with me. That is your only chance of getting into my tournament. Meet me at the park on Friday at five o'clock. Whether you earn your way into my tournament or not is to be seen."

"Ha…" Blushing, the younger boy could only watch as the CEO turned and stormed out of the shop. He hesitantly lifted his fingers to his lips and touched them in disbelief, then jumped as Yugi and Yami chose that moment to come back from their mini-date.

Yami looked concerned. "Joey, are you alright? Did Kaiba say something to you?"

"…I'm fine. Don't worry so much," Joey answered, brows furrowing together. Was he okay? Did anything Kaiba has said to him hurt his feelings? What did he want, anyway, to come here and harass him?

Aw, crap, now he was curious.

.-.-.-.-.-.

Seto hadn't really said much. Not that the date was unenjoyable, of course; free food was always enjoyable, and the fact that it was a picnic and they were eating at the park made it quite pleasant, actually (Joey told himself that it was because if Kaiba killed him, at least there'd be witnesses). Joey couldn't shake the feeling that something big was about to happen though, and he really didn't want to get hurt.

"…Hey, puppy."

Joey looked up and blinked innocently, mouth full of food, before hurriedly swallowing. "Yeah?" Now was not the time to get offended. Besides, being called 'puppy' wasn't as bad as being called 'mutt.'

Seto tapped his fingers against the ground absently, for a moment just staring at him, then leaned forward to gently brush their lips together.

The blond let out a startled yelp and jerked backward, flailing wildly before righting himself and shooting the older boy a glare. "W-w-what the hell do ya think you're doin'!?"

"…Kissing my puppy?" the CEO asked, raising an eyebrow at him in obvious confusion.

"…Okay, one, that sounds so wrong! Two—I'm not yours! Thre—IT'S NOT FUNNY DON'T DO THAT!" the younger boy shouted, blushing brightly as tears began forming in his eyes. "W-why do ya hafta hurt me, huh?! Do ya get some sorta sick pleasure out of it?! Why can't ya do this t' someone else!"

"Puppy, I don't like anyone else," Seto pointed out bluntly, then sighed in frustration; that wasn't what he'd meant to say. "Pup—Joey—Okay, listen. Let me make this as clear as I possibly can."

Joey fidgeted a little and bit his bottom lip, then nodded. "Okay."

The brunet sighed again, then crossed his arms and sat back, staring at the younger boy seriously. "I like you, Joey. I want to become romantically involved with you. I want to have sex with you, yes, but I also want to hold you in my arms and cuddle you without any ulterior motives. I want to learn to love you."

The blond scowled and crossed his arms. "And how am I supposed to know that you're tellin' the truth?"

"…How would you like me to prove it?"

Joey crossed his arms and sighed, brows furrowing together as he thought it out. "…How 'bout… Ya kiss me like ya did earlier, but this time keep your eyes open."

The brunet raised an eyebrow and frowned. "Keep my eyes open?"

"I wanna see 'em! Got a problem with that?!"

Sighing, Seto shook his head. "No. Alright, fine."

Joey bit his bottom lip nervously, then hesitantly leaned in to brush their lips together, keeping his eyes on the brunet's. He thought that he might close them again as his eyelids began to slide down, but they stopped midway, gazing at him in a way that could only be described as fondness or admiration—and he doubted that even Seto could fake those emotions. He mewled as the brunet suddenly deepened the kiss and allowed his own eyes to slide closed as the other boy's tongue somehow found its sneaky way into his mouth.

Moments later, he found the brunet pulling away, and he decided that… maybe believing him, just this once, wouldn't be too bad. But if he was just trying to trick him, he'd-! …Well, he wasn't quite sure yet, but he'd do something bad!

But on to other matters.

"Ka—Seto?" Joey batted his eyelashes up at the brunet sweetly and was surprised to find that he was actually just a bit more attentive to him. "…Do I get t' be in your tournament?"

"Haa…?" Seto blinked at him, then frowned, brows furrowing together. "…I don't know, puppy. You haven't quite convinced me—" The brunet was surprised to be cut off by a very enthusiastic puppy jumping on him and trying to suck his face off. But only a little.

If he'd had a tail, it would be wagging. Peering up at the brunet from beneath his lashes, the younger boy fluttered them enticingly. "Please, Seto?"

"What the hell are you trying to do to me?" the CEO asked in frustration. "Make me horny enough to jump you?"

"But… Seto… I just wanna be in the tournament," Joey whined, nuzzling his chest.

"Fine, you can be in the tournament, just stop looking at me like that or I'll jump you here and now," the brunet snapped, crossing his arms.

The blond squeaked and jerked back, blushing and looking around to make sure no one was watching them. When he saw a few people snapping pictures from behind some bushes, he blushed even more and looked back at Seto. "K-Kaiba, who 're—"

Seto hissed in distaste. "Paparazzi."

"What?! So they're gonna send those pictures t' the tabloids?!" the blond squawked, and when he received a nod of confirmation, he squealed in embarrassment. This was soon followed by an angry look of determination as he jumped to his feet and ran toward the photographers.

The brunet smirked and pressed his fingertips together as he watched the younger boy roar and tackle his self-proclaimed enemies. "Hmm. Another upside to dating him that I hadn't anticipated. Well, this relationship should be interesting."