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Rent to Own	By : Sparks Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 19912 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 12
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or its characters, or profit in any way from this story.

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Author's Note: and here's the second new part for today. Sorry for the asshole cliffhanger. Oh, and even though this is nowhere near a songfic, just for butt-covering, just like I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, I don't own Kanye West either. But if you're a fan I think you'll understand the choice. Anyway, enjoy!

It was around four when Joey made it to the KaibaCorp offices, slightly sweaty but none the worse for wear. He fished the security lanyard out of his pockets and hung it around his neck, hoping that it would keep anyone from talking to him. (If someone asks me why I'm here, I'm makin a run for it,) he thought, trying to ignore the thumping in his chest. He headed for the doors, the security guard not giving him a second look. As the lobby doors opened, a small chime announced his presence.

"I'm sorry, but today Mr. Kaiba is --- oh, it's YOU." The redhead at the front desk's tune changed the second she looked up and saw Joey's face. "Mr. Wheeler, my apologies. Please, go ahead. Mr. Kaiba's office is on the top floor."

Joey just nodded dumbfoundedly as the woman gestured to the elevators. (Guess they really are expecting me.) He stepped into the elevator Cynthia had taken him to the night before, and dug out the Blue-Eyes keychain. He tried his best to imitate what the PA had done the night before, sticking the key into the panel and pressing the button. BEEEEP. "Stupid elevator," Joey grumbled, trying again to another BEEEEP.

After about 3 attempts, he discovered the winning "turn the key and HOLD while pushing the button" combination, and Joey was on his way.

FUCK.

He was on his way.

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When he reached the top floor, the elevator doors opened to let Joey out into a lush, classy looking lobby. There were some black leather sofas and glass tables for waiting visitors, and a large, rounded desk to the side that was likely Cynthia's. However, there was no one there at the moment. Behind the desk was a large, mahogany door that Joey presumed led to Kaiba's office. As he slowly stepped towards it, silently admiring the feel of the luxurious carpet beneath his flimsy sneakers, he could vaguely hear.... music? Coming from the other side of the door. Obviously, Kaiba - or someone, at any rate - was inside.

Joey pondered whether that was a good or a bad thing as he took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

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"Come," Kaiba called back, looking up from his laptop.

The door opened slowly, as the person he most and least wanted to see stepped through the door. "Hey," Joey said weakly, closing the door behind him. "Never thought you'd be a Kanye West fan," he gave a small smile, gesturing to the sounds coming from the Bose speakers.

"I....relate to his lyrics," the blue-eyed boy responded, turning down the volume on 'My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy.'

"Figures," the blonde teased, feeling a little less tense now. He had always thought of Kaiba as the classical music type, but liking a genre with so many songs about being the best and being rich wasn't too shocking. "Uhh... so....yeah." He shuffled his feet.

"You can sit down, you know," Kaiba gestured at the leather/mahogany seat in front of his desk.

Joey opened his mouth, apparently to refuse, but after a moment thought better of it and accepted the invitation. "Thanks. ...Yeah, so...I came to bring it all back."

Kaiba leaned back, his expression darkening a bit. "What do you mean 'bring it all back?'"

Joey sighed. "I can't accept this stuff, Kaiba. I mean... it's... it's really nice of ya, but you gotta take it back. I told you before, I'm not a charity case."

That line got Joey a derisive snort for his trouble. "Bullshit."

"What did you just say?" the blonde growled, fists clenching around the arms of the chair.

The display of aggression didn't even phase the CEO. "I said, bullshit. Not a charity case? Remind me, Wheeler, how did you get into the Duelist Kingdom tournament? How did you stay qualified? How did you make it to the semi-finals? How did you get that prize money for your sister's operation?" The silence said everything. Kaiba smirked, although it didn't quite reach his eyes. "We both know the answer wasn't 'bootstraps,' Mutt. Just admit it. The only time you have a problem with 'charity' is when it's coming from ME."

Joey's initial anger at the line of questioning had faded into a red flush of embarrassment. "Bu-but why are yo--"

"Because on Saturday I paid that piece of shit pimp of yours 50,000 dollars and you're still wearing shoes held together with cardboard and duct tape," Kaiba glared.

Joey felt like he had the wind knocked out of him. "You...paid my.... 50,000 dollars?!" He wasn't sure what part shocked him the most. The amount of money. That his father would keep that much money away from him. That that fact bothered Kaiba at all. That Kaiba had noticed the insides of his fucking SHOES. He just sat there, wide-eyed, waiting for more explanation.

"The deal had been 100,000. I only had 50,000 on me at the time. Obviously, none of that was going to the person who deserved it, so I corrected it." Only Seto Kaiba could make a situation like this sound like a run-of-the-mill business transaction.

"So this is, what, my paycheck?" Joey's nose wrinkled in vague disgust.

The brunette's glare just intensified. "It doesn't matter how you want to think of it. It's yours. I want you to keep it. So stop whining like the puppy you are and just keep it."

"Ugh. Ok...ok... if it means that much to you, I'll take it." Kaiba looked about to open his mouth, but this time Joey was the one to interrupt. "By the way... you replaced my DuelDisk, replaced my old keychain... but you left my ratty old bag alone?" It was a fair enough question. The tattered nylon was more safety pin than cloth by now.

A suspicious eyebrow raised at him. "So 2 seconds ago you were trying to throw this all back at me, and now you want me to take you down to Dolce & Gabbana for a new purse?"

"No, that's not what I mean," Joey rolled his eyes. "God, you jump to the worst conclusions. I mean, if you replaced everything crappy IN the bag, it seemed weird that you didn't replace the crappy bag while you were at it," he shrugged.

"And make you have to come up with a plausible explanation for where you got it?" It was Kaiba's turn to roll his eyes. "The other things are concealable, even for you. Neither of us need too many people snooping around, do we?"

Joey blinked, impressed (and vaguely touched) by the brunette's line of reasoning. "Fair enough. Oh shit," he winced, remembering. "Speaking of snooping around... my friends--"

"Don't tell me you TOLD them."

"How stupid do you think I AM, Moneybags??" Joey gritted his teeth. "No, I didn't tell them. They saw me get in your limo the other day and gave me the third degree this afternoon."

Kaiba frowned. He should've known the Friendship Brigade would do something that irritating. "What did you tell them?"

"They wouldn't let up, so I told them my old man set me up with a part-time job working for you. I didn't say what kind." He raised an eyebrow at the young CEO. "Got any suggestions if they ask again, 'Boss'?"

"Hmmm. It would have to be something they'd consider 'in-character' for me, and something you'd actually be able to do," Seto spoke thoughtfully, steepling his fingers. "Something that you didn't like talking about. Say, janitor, something like that?" Joey made a face. Seto smirked. "Judging from your reaction, that's the perfect cover story."

"Yeah..... yeah you got a point," Joey conceded, still grimacing. "OK, if they really push, I'll go with that."

"So then.... they'll be expecting you to come here after school often." Joey couldn't quite read the brunette's expression. It was a weird marblization of something like predatory and hopeful.

"I.... guess so," he nodded, watching Kaiba warily. "Is this supposed to be a 'hint'?"

"You've been interrogating me so far, Wheeler, I think it's my turn. I notice that you're wearing your collar under your jacket."

Joey froze, his fingers flying to his neck to confirm. He had completely forgotten to take it off after the conversation with Yami. (How the hell did I not notice??)

"Is THAT supposed to be a 'hint,' as you put it?" Kaiba watched the blonde begin to tremble, like a deer caught in the headlights of a freight train. "....because unfortunately, I'm too tired to play with you today, much as I'd like to." He observed Joey's reaction carefully, as his shoulders slackened, first looking like relief, then slumping all the way into .... was that disappointment?

Joey swallowed. He had been fine until Kaiba just HAD to point out the collar, and now it was the only thing on his body he could feel. He tried to keep his breathing slow, steady, as he felt his cheeks go hot. (Dammit not now, no no no!) "I.... I didn't come here for that," he managed to spit out, keeping his voice relatively calm even as another voice in him was vehemently refuting every word he said.

"Of course. But need I remind you that janitor cover story or not, you're only 4 days into a ninety-day contract?" As the red-faced blonde quickly turned his head, Kaiba got his answer.

"I.... I know. And..... I know you made that contract with my......" Joey squeezed his eyes shut, begging them not to tear up -- "....pimp, but is there any chance I can add a few.... pro....uh...provi..."

"Provisions?" Kaiba finished helpfully, lips curling a bit at the embarrassed nod that answered him. "You can certainly ask, and if they sound reasonable I'l be happy to agree to them." He crossed his arms, waiting.

Joey, still turned away, eyes closed, nodded again. "Thanks," he said, finally getting his breathing back under control. "OK....first, I want at least a few days open after school. I want -- I need to be able to see my friends at least SOMETIMES."

The CEO leaned back, eyebrows raised. "That sounds reasonable enough. I have my own obligations as well. Accepted."

"OK," Joey relaxed a bit, but still wouldn't meet the other boy's eyes. "The second one.... this is the really important one, OK?" he bit his lip, nervously. His shivers were acting up again. "When we're..." (Fucking). "When I'm..." (Sucking you, tasting you, feeling you inside me) "...'working'.... you can't call me by my name. EVER."

Kaiba's eyes momentarily widened, as he recalled the night before. That orgasm-driven "Joey!" he had groaned had been right before everything fell apart. "So that's what happened...." he murmured, before returning his face to its hardened, "negotiation mode" expression. "Fine. But if I can't call you by name, what SHOULD I call you?"

(Mutt. Whore. Slut. Cocksucker. Bitch. Yours) Joey shook his head, trying to dislodge that damned voice from his head. "It....it doesn't matter! It's not like you usually use my name anyway," he grunted. "Knock yourself out, as long as the words you use aren't 'Joey Wheeler.' Is that so hard?"

Kaiba stared at the blonde across from him curiously. Was sleeping with him really so humiliating that he couldn't go by his own name? "Fine, mutt. You have yourself a deal." He watched the other boy relax greatly, moving to stand, and he raised a hand to stop him. "Ah-ah-ah, I don't think I said we were finished here. You're asking me to change my habits...that's not an easy request. I think a bit of practice is in order. ....To make sure I get it right, of course," he smirked.

Joey could feel the collar tightening against his skin at those words. "Thought you....said you were too tired," he growled, trying to keep himself under control.

"I am. But YOU, pup....." Kaiba leaned forward over his desk, his azure gaze nearly burning a hole in the other boys' pants. "You seem like you have a bit of energy left in you to work off." He watched Joey shudder, the small tent in his uniform pants swelling.
With the press of a button under his desk, the mahogany door's lock clicked shut.
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