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Rent to Own	By : Sparks Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 19912 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Author's Note: Yipes! Sorry for the long wait here. Spent the last few weeks working and marathoning Breaking Bad. Also after some of the really, really awesome reviews I've gotten I think I had a little...performance anxiety? Heh. Thank you all again, here is the first of 2 new chapters. I kind of painted myself into a cliche-corner that I hope I can long-jump out of to your satisfaction.... if not the next part is apologetic Kaiba-smut. Enjoy!

The moment he heard the knock, Kaiba went into action. "Get dressed, get your bag and get under the desk," he hissed, hurrying Joey, who was frantically trying to pull on his pants. "And BE QUIET!!" he glared as he wiped at his face with one of the discarded wet tissues.

Joey finally gave up on the rest of his clothes and simply clutched them in a bundle as he crawled under the large wooden desk. There was a surprising amount of space down there -- but that quickly shrank when Kaiba's Armani-clad legs joined him. "What are you doing?" Joey whispered, confused.

"Be quiet and stay as far to the back as you can," the CEO hissed, then leaned over the desk, apparently feigning sleep to cover for not answering the door. There were only 2 other sounds that could be heard: the music still playing in the background, and the soft sound of Kaiba's breathing.

The knocks continued - at least Joey was pretty sure they were knocks and not just his heart thumping in his chest. "Seto? I'm gonna open the door, OK?" After a few moments, the sound of the lock opening echoed in the office.

"Mmmph?" Kaiba blinked slowly, making sure to let a little drool poke at the corner of his mouth as he raised his head, "waking up" from the sound of the opened door. "Mo...Mokuba? What're you d'n here?" he murmured, so convincingly that Joey would have sworn the brunette had been sleeping there for hours.

The soft pitter-patter of Mokuba's feet came closer, until Joey could sense the boy standing in front of the desk. The child wasn't quite a tyrannosaurus, but all Joey could think about was that scene from Jurassic Park as he held his breath, praying not to be noticed.

"What am I doing here? Looking for you! Didn't you hear me knock?" the black-haired boy pouted, arms crossed.

"Does it LOOK like I did?" Seto yawned, rubbing his eyes.

"Are you ok? You don't usually take naps at your desk," his brother's eyes were filled with worry, causing tiny pangs of guilt in Seto's gut -- which were still preferable to being caught with his face buried in Joey Wheeler's crotch. "I thought you were gonna stay home today," Mokuba continued, stretching to reach over the desk and touch Seto's forehead.

"I'm fine. Just didn't sleep much is all," Kaiba said, leaning forward to oblige his brother. After proving he had no fever, he paused for a moment to fix his bangs. "Anyway, I haven't been here long. I only got in at around 3 to catch up on work." That much wasn't really a lie; at least, not so big a lie that it bothered him to tell it.

Mokuba sighed, apparently giving up. "If you say so..." He turned, moving to flop down into the chair that just minutes ago, Joey had been sprawled across naked, sighing in pleasure as Seto licked him clean.

Just as he was about to sit down, Mokuba paused, spotting something wedged in where the back and seat cushions met. "Hey, big brother.... what's this?" he asked innocently as he picked up the green wad of cloth.

At just that moment, it finally dawned on Joey that he was currently going commando.

Seto nearly choked when he saw his baby brother waving Joey's boxers in his hand. "Those are... mine," he lied quickly, unable to think up any other situation that would make any sense, even in a loose definition of the word.

"Really? They look a lot like Joey's," the younger Kaiba noted, holding them out thoughtfully.

"...Mokie... Do I even want to know why you have any clue what Wheeler's underwear looks like?" Seto asked through gritted teeth. Joey cringed, trying to back up as far out of kicking range as possible.

The younger boy grinned. "This one time, Yugi and everybody took me skating, and Tristan pulled Joey's pants down," he explained, giggling at the memory. "He got really mad, and when he tried to chase Tristan he fell on his face!"

Under the desk, a red-faced Joey was trying to remember just why he still hung out with Tristan.

"I see. Wish I could have been there to see that," Seto smirked, ignoring the hand pinching his leg. "But forget about that. Now that you've found me in one piece, are you gonna go home?"

"I was hopin I could stay here and watch TV while you finish work," the black-haired boy pouted, dropping the underwear and sitting down in the chair.

"Do you have homework?" Seto smirked when he saw the sheepish look on Mokuba's face. Jackpot. "I should have known. Go home, Mokuba. We can play when we're BOTH done with our work."

"But...." Mokuba sighed, realizing from his brother's expression that no amount of cuteness would get him his way this time. "Okay, Seto," he nodded, heading for the door. "But don't take TOO long!" He teased, sticking out his tongue.

"I won't. I promise," the older Kaiba smiled, giving a small wave as the door shut behind his brother.

The moment it closed completely, he opened his laptop up and quickly tapped in to the reception area's security cam. When he saw Mokuba physically enter the elevator and head back down, he breathed a sigh of relief and pushed back his chair. "The coast is clear, mutt," he announced, pushing the remote lock button anyway just to be safe.

"Thank god," Joey huffed as he pulled himself out from under the furniture, still cradling everything but his pants in his arms. "But, uh....sorry bout that," he winced, indicating the green boxers still sitting in the middle of the office floor.

"Idiot. I'm going to get another earful about that for sure tonight," Kaiba glared.

"I know, I know...I'm really sorry, man. Does.... Does Mokie know...." Joey trailed off, not really sure how to ask what he wanted to ask.

"That I prefer men? Of course. That I pay for it? Absolutely not," the brunette replied, striding over to pluck the offending garment from the floor and fling it at its owner. "And I'm planning on keeping it that way."

"You told your little brother?" Joey gaped as he caught the underwear. He paused for a moment to stare at them, debating between putting them on or simply pocketing them. The pocket won. "And... he was OK with it?"

"Of course he was," Seto raised an eyebrow, as if it were the stupidest question he had ever heard. "Honestly, Wheeler, all the things I've done to get ahead, and you think who I sleep with would be the thing that lost me Mokuba's loyalty?"

"..." The blonde just stared for a moment. It was rare to see Kaiba have any sense of self-awareness about his crueler side. He felt a bit like he had when Mai had walked out of the bathroom without her makeup - as if he were seeing something secret, something real that the public wasn't meant to know.

Apparently the CEO realized that too, because he coughed and quickly changed the subject. "Anyway, it was a close call but we're safe for now."

Joey nodded. "Yeah. ...but I'll try to be more careful in the future," he murmured, hiding his reddening cheeks by pulling on his t-shirt. (I can't believe I just admitted there'd be a future)

His thought process was interrupted by Kaiba's sudden "....Oh."

"....'oh' what?" the blonde repeated, glancing up at Kaiba's frozen expression through the neck of his t-shirt as he pulled it on.

"Speaking of being careful...." Kaiba sat down on his desk, looking strangely uncomfortable. His long, slender body suddenly seemed more gangly and awkward than graceful. "I'm... sorry about last night," he murmured, blue eyes focused intensely on the floor.
Joey's fingers froze over his jacket buttons, in awe of the apology. "Hey.... umm.... you didn't know about the name thing." He gave a weak smile. "Hell, I didn't really know about it until that, so--"

Seto shook his head. "I'm not talking about that. I....was reckless. I should've used protection." He finally raised his head to look Joey in the eye. "I assure you that I've never done... that... before. I also get tested regularly, so you're not at any risk from me."

"From....you...?" Joey's eyes narrowed as he slowly absorbed the other boy's words. "What, you're not saying you think I'm.... I'm, I'm dirty, or something, are you?" Suddenly, he felt sick at the implications.

Kaiba sighed impatiently. He wasn't used to having to explain himself like this. He paid people specifically to avoid this sort of time-wasting. "I'm just being responsible. After all, we DID take a risk last night, and it's not like we know each other's historie--"

"Zero." Joey interrupted, hefting his bag over his shoulder.

Kaiba blinked. "What?"

"I said, 'zero.' That's my history before you, Moneybags. Zippo. Nada. None."

The taller boy gave him a cynical look. "Wheeler, I already know I'm your first client."

"I ain't talkin about clients, jerk. Unless Rosy Palms and her five sisters gave me the clap, you're safe." Joey narrowed his eyes, trying for a cold glare but ending up somewhere between that and teary-eyed humiliation. "Don't worry, the street mutt didn't give you any fucking fleas."

Seto's expression shifted, softening as he tried to comprehend what he was hearing. "You mean..... you were a virgin that night?" he said in disbelief.

"Yup. Go ahead, laugh it up. Not only am I a fag and a whore, I'm a complete amateur to boot." Joey spat. "Hell, I haven't even been KISSED yet. You can add that to your list of topics to mock me over, right between '3rd-rate duelist' and 'forgets where he left his damn underpants'."

"You think I keep a list?" The brunette looked vaguely... Hell, Joey couldn't tell WHAT that look was supposed to mean. But he doubted there was an expression the human face was capable of making that would make him feel any less embarrassed than he did right now.

"...could you possibly miss the point MORE?" Joey dropped his bag, groaning in frustration. "Look, moneybags. What I'm TRYIN' to say is that I'm clean. You're...." He bit his lip, as if he were trying to stop himself from speaking his next words. "....You're the only one," he muttered, looking away.

"....Good."

Joey nearly gave himself whiplash at that. "'Good'??" he repeated. He half-expected it to be an auditory hallucination.

Kaiba's blue eyes widened suddenly, and Joey could swear he saw a slightly reddish tint to the CEO's normally alabaster skin, as if he had been caught accidentally thinking out loud. "I meant... good, because it would have been troublesome taking you to the vet for a blood test," he retorted, a little too.... desperate, maybe? to really hurt.

"Of course," Joey sighed, rolling his eyes. "Look, if we're finished here I should get goin. Don't want anyone else catching me here, and I ain't been home for days..." (And this is the most uncomfortable conversation I've had since Dad gave me the birds-and-bees talk) he added mentally.

"Of course. I'll call a driver to take you home," Kaiba said, reaching over to re-connect his phone.

"Eh, you don't need to do that." Joey said as he leaned down to pick his bag back up.

"Wheeler, I don't 'need' to do anything but what I feel like. You live across town, don't you? I have 3 chauffeurs, they might as well earn their pay once in a while."

"Yeah, ok," Joey shrugged, giving in. "Um....speaking of which...." He stared at the floor, too embarrassed to finish the sentence.

Kaiba understood. "You can have tomorrow off. I'll have you picked up in something more.....subtle Thursday after school," he said, also staring at the floor as he pushed the 'unlock' button.

Joey just nodded and left, afraid of what might come out of his mouth if he attempted to say a proper farewell.

----

As promised, there was a limo waiting at the front of the building for Joey. To his relief, it was a different driver from the previous day -- this one seemed more serious, less sarcastic. For once, that suited the blonde just fine, as he stepped in and gave the driver his address.

The entire ride home, he was nervous. Dad had been gone since Sunday evening - it was now Tuesday night and the odds of him being there were 50/50. Joey wasn't sure which would be preferable.

They hadn't spoken at all Sunday morning when they left the hotel. Joey had gone back to his bedroom to get some more rest, and when he woke up, he was alone. Part of him hoped his father NEVER came home, and the rest of him hated himself for even THINKING that about his own family.

Finally, they pulled up in front of the run-down apartment building. There was some light coming from the window of their living room, putting Joey on guard even as he thanked the driver and headed up the stairs. He carefully palmed the Red-Eyes keychain as he unlocked the door, then quickly jammed it into his bag. He knew better than to let his dad see him with anything that looked pawnable.

"That you, boy?" A voice called out. It sounded... semi-sober. Which was about the best he got these days.

"...Yeah dad, it's me," Joey replied, stepping into the living room.

"The Hell you been at?"All Joey could see was the back of a beaten-up recliner and the thinning crown of his father's head. (I could ask you the same,) he thought. "School, then...working."

Mr. Wheeler chuckled, a sound that twisted his son's stomach. "Good. That Kaiba fruit give ya the rest of my money yet?"

("Your" money?!) "...No."

Finally, the older man bothered to look over his shoulder and glare at his son. "The Hell not?"

"He, uh, said he'd pay the second half at the end," Joey lied. (Don't tell me you burned through 50k already)

"...Shit."

The teen swallowed nervously. (You did, didn't you?) "....Is there a problem?"

"I, ah, I had a bit of a bad streak at poker," the older Wheeler shrugged, opening another bottle of beer. "But not before I got THIS!" He pointed proudly at the flat-screen TV now taking up most of the living room. It made a stark contrast to the battered, stained furniture and the mountain of empty bottles in the corner.

(So that's what my virginity was worth. A TV,) Joey thought ruefully. "It's nice," he said, trying to keep the pain out of his voice.

"Damn right it is! Sunuvabitch even does 3D! Hey..." Mr. Wheeler took another swig of beer, then continued. "I was thinkin, if that Kaiba fruit'd pay that much, maybe we could get some...moonlighting going on, know what I mean?"

Joey knew what he meant. "I thought the contract was exclusive," he choked out, struggling to keep his voice steady.

"Yeah, yeah, like that faggot would ever find out," his father rolled his eyes, adding a little limp-wrist motion to punctuate just how much he cared about that contract. "And what he don't find out don't hurt us, eh boy?" he cackled.

Joey shivered, hoping that his father read it as fear of Kaiba, and not fear of being dragged out to the docks to suck dick. "Dad, you don't understand. Kaiba, he's...he's not just rich. He's like, BATMAN rich. You really, really don't wanna make him mad."

"You talkin' back to your old man?" Mr. Wheeler's expression darkened.

Joey instinctively took a defensive step back, but continued. "Dad, you SAW his bodyguards. He's hurt people for WAY less before," He pleaded, feeling strangely guilty as he did. "He-- he put my friend's GRANDPA in the hospital, over a trading card!"

He could vaguely sense the gears working in his father's alcohol-soaked brain. "What, you think he's got, like, people watchin us or something?" Mr. Wheeler had always been a bit paranoid - it was one of the things that had destroyed his marriage. But right now for his son, it was like a beacon of hope.

Joey nodded frantically. "Probably! Seto Kaiba owns like half the town. You can't mess with him. He's a total stone-cold psycho!"

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"Mokuba! I brought ice cream!" Seto Kaiba called from the foyer, carrying his briefcase in one hand and a bag holding 2 banana splits in the other.

"Awesome!" his younger brother yelled, bounding down the steps with a smile on his face. He reached for the bag, but his impossibly-tall sibling raised it over his head, out of reach.

"Did you finish your homework?" Seto raised a suspicious eyebrow.

"Yeah!" Mokuba grunted, trying to climb up his brother's leg.

"Is your room clean?"

"How clean is 'clean'?" The black-hair boy winced as his brother narrowed his eyes and raised the bag even higher. "It's clean, it's clean, I swear!"

"Alright," Seto conceded, lowering the bag and letting the delighted pre-teen grab it and race to the kitchen. "Don't take the one with no nuts, you know I can't stand those things," he called after him, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it up in the hall closet.

He normally didn't spoil his brother like this, but he was hoping that the gesture would distract his brother from the events of earlier that evening.

When he got to the dining room, Mokuba was already there, ready with 2 spoons from the kitchen. To Seto's approval, he had waited for him before digging in. The brunette wasn't quite as strict about table manners as Gozaburo had been, but for the sake of future business dinners at least, he tried to keep them instilled in his little brother.

"Hurry up!" the black-haired boy urged. "It'll melt!"

"It was packed with dry ice, it's fine," Seto said, sitting down next to his brother. He picked up the spoon Mokuba had set out for him. "You're SURE you finished ALL your homework?"

"Yeeeess!" the younger boy answered, exasperated.

"Ok. Go ahead." The brilliant smile on his brother's face reflected slightly in Kaiba's expression, like the sun and the moon. "How is it?" he asked, scooping up a bit of the french vanilla and chocolate fudge.

"Mmmf-mmm!" The bemused glare on his brother's face made Mokuba blush as he swallowed. "Sorry. I meant 'awesome,'" he answered sheepishly.

"Good," Seto nodded.

"Hey Seto?" Mokuba looked up at his brother as he began to mash the bananas and ice cream together with his spoon, apparently attempting to make it into one homogenous goop.

"Yes?" the older boy answered, lifting the maraschino cherry to his lips.

"Is Joey your new boyfriend?"
The fruit dropped to the table with a soft 'plop.'

"What.... what are you on about, Mokuba?" Seto growled, trying his best to hide the panic in his reaction as he dabbed at the red-stained tablecloth with a napkin.

"That's why his underwear was in your office, right?" Mokuba's expression was innocent, but beneath it was a sparkle of cunning that proved he truly was a rightful heir to the Kaiba fortune.

"I.... told you, those were mine," Seto repeated lamely, still focusing on cleaning up the cherry juice.

"But you only wear designer clothes. Those shorts were Froot of the Loom."

Kaiba finally looked up at his brother, a weird mix of terror and admiration in his eyes. "OK, so perhaps they weren't mine....what makes you think they were that loser Wheeler's?" he asked, attempting to regain his composure.

"One, cause I TOLD you I saw em before," Mokuba gestured with his spoon, punctuating each point. "Two, cause of how embarrassed you were when I found em, and THREE--" Seto wasn't sure if his brother stopped for another mouthful of sundae there to add drama, or simply out of hunger -- "Three, cause who else's would they be?"

"What do you mean, 'who else's would they be'?! There's billions of men on this planet, Mokuba, surely you can think of someone more likely than JOEY WHEELER."

Mokuba sighed, as if he were the older one. "Why can't you just say it?" He slurped up another dollop of ice cream soup.

"Say what?" Seto's spoon made an angry clack as he stabbed through a banana slice.

"That you LIKE him!"

"Mokuba, have you lost your mind?" Blue eyes crinkled in disbelief. "On what planet does the way I act towards Joey Wheeler prove I LIKE him?" He frowned around his spoon.

The long-haired boy smiled around his. "Elementary school," he replied, barely holding back a laugh at Seto's bewildered reaction with another mouthful of ice cream. "I'm right, aren't I? Aren't I?"

Seto was at a loss for words. His only possible rebuttal being 'Joey's not my boyfriend, I just pay him to take it in the ass' put him at a clear disadvantage. He could either go along with Mokuba's idiotic conclusion, or he could completely disillusion the boy and possibly lose the respect of the one person on this planet he cared about - because, obviously, he cared nothing for Joey Wheeler.
Obviously.

"I plead the fifth," he sighed, quietly tolerating the delight in Mokuba's eyes.
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