Seto p.o.v. flashback
I stroll inside the bar, looking for a chance to unwind without Mokuba harassing me at home. Don't get me wrong; I love the kid to death but sometimes I need a break from everything, especially after a bad day at work. Fucking Pegasus and his games make me sick. I scowl as I take a seat on the bar stool. I order a glass of Jack and Coke, emphasis on Jack. Someone on the dance floor is being obnoxious and I roll my eyes but I find myself glancing over anyway. I am taking a sip when the glass slips from my hand in surprise when I see a familiar blonde head making an ass out of himself. I growl in annoyance at the mess I made when he stumbles over to the bar, slurring horribly as he orders another drink. I am a bit surprised he drinks the same as I do. I would have thought the mutt was a beer drinker, not whiskey. The bartender finishes mopping up my mess and rolls his eyes at Wheeler who is still standing and wobbling a bit dangerously. The bartender hastily mixes up two more tumblers and slides them to each of us. I glare at the blonde angrily.
"Way to go, Mutt, you made me drop my drink." I snarl as I turn to face him. He giggles a bit and tries to look indignant.
"Hey, Kaiba. What are you doing here?" he slurs and he wobbles a bit more heavily as he reaches for his drink. I notice a black eye and a shadow on his throat as he faces me again, downing his glass in one swallow.
"I'm trying to drink away the stress of my day in peace. What about you? Have a fight with one of your precious friends?" I ask snidely. Joey winces and plays with the glass in his hands nervously.
"Trying to forget the feel of his hands on me." he slurs in a haunted whisper. He shakes himself a bit and sets the glass on the counter for a refill. "Hit me." he says to the bartender with a strained smile. I narrow my eyes a bit and the bartender looks at him dubiously as Joey wobbles even worse. I shake my head and turn away from him as I take a sip of my own drink. I grimace as the sugary taste of Coke overwhelms me, followed by the soothing bite of whiskey. I hand the drink back to the bartender.
"Needs more Jack." I say as a resounding thud and whimper come from next to me. I look down at the blonde groaning on the floor as he tries to clutch several body parts at once. Laughter echoes around the bar as someone yells a slurred "Timber!" the bartender sighs as he picks Joey off the floor and sets him on the barstool next to me.
"Sorry, Joey, but I got to cut you off now." the bartender says as Joey whimpers and adjusts his seat. He tries to fix his messed up clothes and my eyes widen a bit as I see more bruises that he is trying to hide. I turn and look at him full on as he fixes his collar and I see a distinct hand print on his throat. Without thinking I grab the blonde's collar and look at his throat closer. Two perfect handprints encircle his throat. He sputters a bit in indignation but I am too strong for him in his drunken state. I notice several people watching us and I drag Joey off to the bathroom for a quiet conversation. I toss him against a wall as I clutch my tumbler of Jack and Coke as bad memories stir in my mind.
"Who did this to you?" I growl as he fixes his clothes and winces again.
"I got in a fight." He mutters and my eyes narrow.
"So help me God, Mutt, tell me the truth, or I swear I will force it out of you." I growl before taking a sip of my drink to calm the memories threatening to surface.
"What do you care, Kaiba? It's none of your business anyway!" Joey grumbles as he glares at me and I sigh.
"Who did this to you, Wheeler." I growl in my deadliest voice.
"I told you I got in a fight!" he yells back defensively and I see the panic in his eyes. That more than anything confirms my suspicions.
"How long has he been doing this to you?" I ask softly. Joey stiffens and his eyes go hazy.
"Years." He whispers and that haunted tone comes back. I reach out a hand slowly so he knows what I am going to do. He flinches a bit but lets me touch his shoulder. He shivers and relaxes into my touch, so I pull him into a loose embrace.
"I am sorry." I murmur, my own memories clouding my judgment. Joey shivers and wraps his arms around me, burying his face in my chest.
"I can't do anything right, I'm worthless, a nobody. How can I protect my sister when I can't protect myself?" Joey whimpers and I don't hear him I hear myself. My breath hitches and I get a lump in my throat. I pat his back gently and wait while he cries into my shirt. A slamming door startles me and we jump away from each other to see one of the other patrons staring at us.
"Sorry, didn't know." he says sheepishly as he backs out of the bathroom. I glare at him as he retreats before I turn back to Joey. Joey leans against the wall, breathing hard and shaking again. I sigh and guide him back out to the bar. I set him on one of the barstools and order another round. The bartender slides the drinks down to us and I turn to Joey as he fiddles with his drink, lost in his own head.
"If you go back home like this what will happen?" I ask quietly. Joey looks at me with panic in his eyes and I nod.
"Very well. You come home with me then." I say as I drain my glass and order another.
"What do you want, Kaiba?" Joey asks warily, finishing his glass as well. I shake my head and down the glass.
"Nothing. I wouldn't wish that kind of treatment on my worst enemy. Not even you. If I can do something about it I want to. Besides, I know what it's like to live like that. Sometimes it helps to have someone to talk to." I say as I down another glass. The alcohol is making me forget the past and numbing the guilt and other self-realizations trying to take over my mind.
"You won't try anything?" he asks, and I grimace.
"No, Mutt. I won't make the first move." I say, and he relaxes.
"What if I make a move?" he asks, downing another glass. I glance at him and we lift our next glass together, seeing who can finish first. I shrug in response and he looks a bit disappointed.
"Why?" I ask. Joey looks at his feet nervously before polishing off another shot.
"I'll tell you later." He says uncomfortably as he glances at the door. I see a big man stumble inside with hair like Joey's and I guess it's his father. I pull out my pager and dial Roland's number discreetly. Joey slams another shot and tries to become inconspicuous.
"Joseph! I know you're here! Don't you ignore me! Come here, Boy!" Joey's father slurs and I clench my fists tightly as Joey cowers against the bar. Roland bursts in the door and knocks Joey's father over as he rushes to me.
"You called, Master Kaiba?" he asks, breathlessly and I guess he has run all the way here from Kaiba Corp down the street.
"I am ready to go home. That man you knocked down is in my way and is after something that belongs to me." I say smoothly, even as I am slurring from being pleasantly buzzed. Roland glances at Joey's father struggling on the ground.
"I shall deal with him while you get in the car, Master Kaiba." Roland says dangerously and I nod. I grab Joey's jacket and drag him behind me as I walk to the car while Roland distracts his father.
"Why'd you do that?" the blonde asks, wobbling as I help him stand.
"Would you rather go home and take whatever punishment he thinks you deserve?" I ask harshly. Joey shakes his head and pales.
"No." he whispers and I nod.
"Then get in and don't say anything." I say as we crawl into the limo. Roland comes out holding Joey's father by the scruff of his neck. Roland tosses Joey's father into one of the alleyway trash cans and promptly climbs into the driver's seat. He raises an eyebrow at Joey curled up next to me.
"My company for the night. To Kaiba Mansion, Roland." I say as imperiously as I can manage with my slurred speech. Roland nods and starts heading to Kaiba Mansion. He is somewhat used to my drunken "dates" being male, even though most people think I am straight. The drunken blonde curls up as close to me as he can, face in my neck as he shakes uncontrollably. I wrap my arms around him in a comforting embrace reminded of when I used to be like this and had no one to comfort me. I was always alone until Mokuba was born. Then it was just the two of us until Gozaburo adopted us. Living at the orphanage was hard, but who knew living with our adoptive father would be even harder. I took the abuse to keep Mokuba safe, until Gozaburo finally died and left us Kaiba Corp. It took years of therapy for me to get past some of what was beaten into my head. To this day I still have issues with being touched. One night stands are no problem since I am usually drunk out of my mind, but long term relationships are another story. My work and Mokuba are too important for me to have another relationship. Not to mention the lack of intimacy kills what other relationships I have tried to have.
I reach into the mini fridge in the limo and pull out the bottle of scotch. Joey looks at me curiously and I offer the bottle to him. He takes a big swallow and gags. I chuckle and take a small sip, passing the bottle back to him. He shakes his head, grimacing as he tries to get rid of the taste. I just shake my head and keep bumming off the bottle, relaxing even more. Joey suddenly stiffens, snatches the bottle from me and downs half the contents. He shivers and starts swaying precariously as he hands the bottle back. I watch him warily and shove him off me just as he starts to puke and cry. I sigh as Roland peeks back to look at me in concern.
"Just take us home. He will be fine. Scotch doesn't agree with him." I mutter as I hold Joey's hair off his face and stroke his back slowly. I crack the windows and hand him a cup of water. He takes it and rinses his mouth, this time managing to make it into the small trash bucket I set in front of him.
"I'm sorry." He cries as tears stream down his face. I hold my face with his hand and shake my head.
"Don't be sorry. Scotch takes some getting used to." I say. Chocolatey brown eyes find mine and I see his thanks hidden there. I know it wasn't the scotch but something he remembered, because I have done that several times; even in front of Mokuba, something I swore I would never do. The music in the background shifts and I hear the familiar strains of a favorite song. I hit a button to turn the volume up and sing along quietly as Joey settles into my arms again.
"Memories consume like opening the wound, I'm picking me apart again. You all assume I'm safer in my room, unless I try to start again.
I don't want to be the one the battles always choose, 'cause inside I realize that I'm the one confused. I don't know what's worth fighting for or why I have to scream. I don't know why I instigate and say what I don't mean. I don't know how I got this way, I know it's not alright; so I'm breaking the habit, I'm breaking the habit tonight.
Clutching my cure, I tightly lock the door. I try to catch my breath again. I have much more than any time before, I have no options left again.
I don't want to be the one the battles always choose, 'cause inside I realize that I'm the one confused. I don't know what's worth fighting for or why I have to scream. I don't know why I instigate and say what I don't mean. I don't know how I got this way, I'll never be alright; so I'm breaking the habit, I'm breaking the habit tonight. I'll paint it on the walls, 'cause I'm the one at fault. I'll never fight again and this is how it ends.
I don't know what's worth fighting for or why I have to scream, but now I have some clarity to show you what I mean. I don't know how I got this way, I'll never be alright. So I'm breaking the habit, I'm breaking the habit; I'm breaking the habit tonight."
The song fades and Joey looks at me in wonder.
"You like that song too?" he asks and I look at him curiously.
"It's the song of my life. It's a struggle some days to get out of bed after a night like this, when memories flood my mind and cripple me. I swore I would never show weakness a long time ago. I am constantly struggling not to let the past into my present. To not let what was beaten into me come out. I was taught that fists are the answer. I struggle to keep that at bay. Especially for Mokuba's sake." I say and Joey nods.
"Me too. But for my sister Serenity's sake." He says and I just stare out the window as more memories come forward. I grab the bottle and take a big swallow, grimacing at the burn that follows. I put the bottle back and let my head rest on the back of the seat. All too soon we stop in front of the mansion and Roland opens the door to help Joey and I out of the stinky backseat.
"Have the limo cleaned and detailed before I have to use it in the morning." I say with some disdain before Joey gets sick again on the sidewalk. I sigh. "Come on Mutt. Bedtime." I growl softly as Joey starts to pass out. Roland leaves to deal with the car and I start hauling the almost lump of mutt up to my room. One of my maids comes to help as I reach the stairs. I look at her sideways as she takes half of the puppy in my arms.
"Is Mokuba asleep for the night?" I ask gruffly and the maid nods. "How soundly?" I mutter and she smiles, "Your date is safe from discovery, Master." She says and I grunt in acknowledgement. "Call the physician; he needs to look at my date before he wakes up." I order and the maid scurries off as soon as the blonde is deposited on my bed. I start stripping the mumbling blonde of his clothes and try to ignore my growing attraction to the mutt.
"Stop it, Kaiba." I hiss at myself as I admire the blondes surprising bulge under his boxers as I pull his jeans off. Before I can stop myself I start tracing the lines and planes of muscle on his chest and abdomen softly. I see the scars and bruises littering the otherwise flawless skin and I see red. Roland walks in as I trace a clear boot print on Joey's ribcage.
"Sir, the doctor is on his way." He says briskly and I nod sharply.
"Thank you, Roland." I say and stand up. Roland nods and backs out of my room as I make my way to the bathroom to draw a bath. The tub is half full of hot water and bubbles when a knock on the door signals the arrival of the doctor. I answer the door shirtless and let the man inside.
"What can I do for you today, Master Kaiba?" he asks and I point to the almost unconscious blonde on my bed.
"He needs your attention." I say briskly and the doctor nods.
"What is wrong with him?" is asked and I sigh.
"Probably alcohol poisoning and a bad beating." I reply tightly. The doctor looks skeptical but comes over to see the naked blonde lying motionless on my bed. He whistles softly as he catches sight of the bruises and marks.
"You weren't hoping on bedding him were you, Master Kaiba, because he is in no condition for any activity, of any kind. It's amazing he hasn't died honestly." The doc says feeling the blonde's chest. "I'd wager he has at least three cracked ribs and a concussion. Alcohol hasn't helped any either." I fight down the urge to remove the doc's hands off of the mutt and I growl lowly.
"I wouldn't touch the mutt even with a ten foot pole. All I want from you is your medical opinion on how he sustained his wounds and heal him. I want you to give a written testimony and full exam review. I am anticipating needing evidence. Take pictures." I say and hide the scarlet blooming on my face at the doctor's interested probing glance. He bows his head and I leave the room as he reaches for his bag of tools. I find myself wandering down the empty hallways sobering up until I find myself outside my workout room. Without another thought I begin beating up the weight bag as faces of bullies and my step father flash before my eyes. I only stop when I hear a snap and the bag hits the floor with a solid thud. About that time I hear a piercing bloodcurdling scream echo from upstairs. I sprint upstairs as fast as I can, jumping over a confused and sleepy Mokuba rubbing his eyes.
"Seto?" he asks and I fling open my door to see the doctor cowering on the wall and a shrieking Joey writhing on the bed. I jump on the bed and grab the flailing blonde's wrists pinning him to the bed with the weight of my body.
"Shhh, Pup, you are safe. Wake up now." I purr lowly in his ear. I am answered by whimpers as I feel his body relax until he opens the chocolate brown eyes I admire when no one else is around. "That's a good Pup." I whisper and Joey whimpers, I hear the undercurrent of pain and slowly roll off of him. I gather him to my arms and rock him gently as he starts shaking and crying. I hear the door close and glance up to make sure the room is empty. When I see that it is I gently pull the blondes face up to look at me.
"Shh. You won't have to ever go back to him. I have plenty of extra room here. Mokuba needs a babysitter anyway. If you want that that is." I say softly, touching my forehead to his as his shaking stills. Joey looks confused as he registers my words.
"I thought you hated me? Why are you being so nice to me now?" he asks suspiciously, but with hope that it's not just sympathy or pity. I look the frail blonde right in the eyes as I consider my next words.
"This is no pity party for you here, Pup. Contrary to how I act I do not hate you. I actually have been trying to hide my attraction to you for a long time. No one but Mokuba and Yugi actually knows what I am about to admit, Joey. I am gay and have been in love with you for a long time. It infuriates me beyond reason that someone could hurt you like this." I say softly, letting my emotions into my eyes. Joey looks shocked.
"Then why are you always so mean to me?" he asks hurt. I sigh in shame.
"I honestly envied you; you always seemed so happy go lucky, so strong and confident. I was jealous that you seemed to have it so easy while I struggled for everything." I barely finish my sentence before the blonde kisses me fiercely. I grunt in surprise but melt into the kiss as I lay him backwards onto my bed, pinning him with my body. I feel him growing under me and smirk.
"So much for alcohol poisoning." I chuckle darkly as I move down the blonde's neck, kissing the bruises tenderly. Joey whimpers in a mix of pleasure and pain and fear.
"Easy, Pup. Nothing more than kisses I swear." I murmur quietly with another gentle kiss on his throat. Joey purrs softly and I feel him relax again. I get a grin on my face as I turn on the radio and hear the song playing.
"Boy, you know I want your love, Your love was handmade for somebody like me.
Come on now, follow my lead, I may be crazy, don't mind me.
Say, boy, let's not talk too much, Grab on my waist and put that body on me.
Come on now, follow my lead, Come, come on now, follow my lead.
I'm in love with the shape of you, We push and pull like a magnet do.
Although my heart is falling too, I'm in love with your body.
And last night you were in my room, And now my bedsheets smell like you
Every day discovering something brand new
I'm in love with your body, Oh I oh I oh I oh I
I'm in love with your body, Oh I oh I oh I oh I
I'm in love with your body, Oh I oh I oh I oh I
I'm in love with your body, Every day discovering something brand new
I'm in love with the shape of you."
I sing along with the song as I trace Joeys body suggestively, feeling my response to him increase and I see his face change to lust as he feels me against him. I purr softly as my eyes darken.
"Oh God Pup." I murmur as he undulates against me, slipping a hand down into my pants. I pull his boxers off and growl longingly. Joey looks at me and starts tugging on my shirt. I slip out of my shirt and begin taking off my jeans staring deep into the chocolate brown eyes watching me. I pull my boxers off and watch Joeys eyes widen as he chokes a bit.
"Oh." He whispers, looking even more turned on yet afraid.
"Don't worry, I will be gentle." I purr as I lay my body back over his and pinching his nipples while I kiss his neck.
"What if I like it rough?" Joey pants and I smile.
"I can do that if you desire. But I require a safe word that you must use the minute you feel too much pain. I don't want to injure you further." I whisper into the blonde's ear lowly and watch him quiver in response.
"Yes, Kaiba." The blonde moans as I nip on the soft skin of his neck lightly.
"My name is Seto." I growl, nipping a bit harder as I feel Joey grow harder under me.
"Yes, Seto." He breathes and I purr as I feel myself get even bigger. I roll him on top of me as I reach into the drawer on my nightstand and pull out a bottle of lube.
"Prep yourself, Pup." I growl as I pour some on my own hand to start rubbing my own eager length. Joey pants and his eyes darken as I watch him lustily as he carefully inserts one finger in himself to begin stretching his ass for me. He locks eyes with me and I smile dangerously.
"Dragon." He says with a moan and I raise an eyebrow.
"Is that the safe word?" I ask and Joey nods as he slips another finger inside himself. I smack his ass and he jumps.
"Is that the safe word?" I ask, growling.
"Yes, Seto!" Joey moans and I smile.
"Very well then, Pup. Keep going." I nibble gently on the blondes throat and he whimpers at the push of a third finger. When he stops flinching at the movement I roll him over under me.
"Who is the prettiest puppy?" I ask softly as I kiss and nibble the blondes neck as I gently guide myself into his stretched opening. Joey gasps and rocks up into me.
"Not me." He says with a fleeting look of disbelief replaced by ecstasy. "Oh Fuck, Seto. Feels so good." He whimpers and I growl softly.
"You are the prettiest puppy, regardless of what you think or have been told." I whisper in his ear, letting my breath raise goosebumps as I start moving slowly in and out of his still tight hole. Joey fists his hands in my hair and I shiver in pleasure. I take his erect cock in my hand and start jerking in time to my thrusts as I pick up speed and intensity. His whimpers and moans egg me on until I finally let go and make him scream my name. With one sharp tug the blonde under me orgasms and I slam into him one final time as I reach my climax as well. I press a kiss to his lips as I collapse on top of him and roll off to the side so as not to hurt him more while still holding him close. Joey whimpers in pleasure and sleepily kisses back.
"Thank you, Seto." He murmurs before a soft snore escapes him. I chuckle.
"Anytime my beautiful Puppy." I murmur as I too succumb to sleeps dark hold…