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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: And here's the second part for this update. Shorter, but more of a setup for later on.

Joey lay in his bed, staring at the cracked, vaguely moldy ceiling. When his dad was home, he never felt safe sleeping until he heard the old man's snoring. Right now, all he could hear was the blare of the new TV and his own stomach gurgling. (I'm such an idiot,) he thought to himself. (Shoulda asked the driver guy to pull through a drive-through or something.) It was especially annoying tonight because for once, he could AFFORD to eat dinner... but going out now would risk giving away that fact to his dad, who would then - possibly literally, and DEFNITELY figuratively - shake him down for everything he had. If he was lucky, his dad's complete lack of interest in Duel Monsters would keep his DuelDisk and cards safe, but the money and the keychains would be history for sure.

"Why the hell am I here?" he murmured to himself sadly. Mai's couch would be better than this. Fuck, TRISTAN'S couch would be better than this. If he snuck out right now, Yugi would let him in without question, and probably feed him to boot. Tea's dad would glare at him, but her family would likely do the same.   Hell, he had money now. He could rent HIMSELF a damn room if he really wanted to. ...Granted, being underage and without a credit card it'd probably be a shithole too, but it would be HIS shithole.

Before, when people asked him that same question, he'd give some BS about how if he left, his dad would lose welfare money, or blood is thicker than water, or blah blah family responsibility it's not really that bad and SERIOUSLY I walked into a door stop freaking out so much... but that was before he had his body traded for a 3D TV.

Joey fished into his pocket and pulled out the 2 dragon keychains. Their eyes glittered in the dim light. He set his Red-Eyes down on his chest, instead examining its counterpart. Joey had never liked the Blue-Eyes. Besides the fact it was inextricably tied to Kaiba, the smooth, almost Gigeresque lines of its head had always felt vaguely creepy to him. As he gently stroked the carved ivory with his thumb, he wondered when exactly he had changed his mind.

He had changed his mind about a lot of things lately, it felt like.

One thing was for sure: if either of the winged beasts decided to manifest itself and fly him the hell out of here, Joey wouldn't play favorites.

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Seto Kaiba let out a tired sigh as he closed his bedroom door behind him. Mokuba was finally off to bed, and the older Kaiba was at least MOSTLY certain that he didn't have to worry about the boy's childish delusions causing him any trouble. Joey's friends are kind of homophobic, he said. You can't talk about it with anyone. Besides, do you want Joey to start getting kidnapped as often as YOU?

That had put things in terms the boy understood well enough to guarantee his silence.

All this, over a patently ridiculous fairy tale his brother had just come up with all on his own. Him and Joey Wheeler, in love. Seto snorted at the mere thought as he pulled off his shirt, careful to untangle it from his locket before tossing it in a hamper. (As if I could fall in love with someone so dumb, they can't even keep track of their own underpants,) he thought as he unbuckled his belt.

Pathetic as it was, the callback to the incident earlier that night reminded Seto of the events directly preceding it -- suddenly, it was a lot easier for him to keep track of his own underpants, as his black boxer-briefs had just become a bit tighter. He made a sound of annoyance as he finished pulling off his pants, taking the time to fold them neatly and put them away -- anything to distract himself from the memory of the collared blonde moaning his name, shooting all over himself.... The memory of that taste, the soft flesh of his inner thighs beneath Seto's tongue...

For once, Seto decided to forgo his usual pajamas. Not that he'd be able to sleep any time soon without....taking care of.... something first.

He prided himself in his practicality, after all.

This was just a natural reaction - the mutt had gotten off today, but Seto had held back his own pleasure. There was nothing wrong with getting aroused by thinking of the person you specifically PAY to get you aroused, he rationalized as he pulled down his Calvin Kleins, then pulled back the dark blue, Egyptian cotton sheets and slipped into bed.

He closed his eyes and saw Joey there, just as he had looked earlier that evening. Quickly, his meticulous, perfectionist imagination started to edit the fantasy - what would the mutt look like if he actually cleaned himself up, he wondered? The school uniform faded to a sharp, well-fitted Italian suit, that wild mop of golden hair put a bit more under control. The fantasy Joey looked down at him with hot, lustful eyes as he pulled his necktie loose. Slowly, purposefully, the blonde began unbuttoning his dress shirt, the ivory silk a tantalizing contast against the path of tanned flesh growing longer and longer The confident, loose smirk on his face was undeniably sexy.

It was nice, but Kaiba knew he could do better. The next Joey was already nude, writhing in anticipation atop the white bearskin rug in Gozaburo's old study. Seto wondered what would feel better under his body - the luxurious softness of the fur, or the hot satiny pressure of the mutt's hard, wet cock rubbing against him. This Joey was much more submissive, cooing and begging Seto for his touch. ("Oh God Seto please, touch me, I NEED to feel you Seto, I need you inside me Seto please, please oh god I need it NOW")   Those imagined whispers finally moved Seto's very-real hand down between his thighs, to brush over the very-real hardon he was now sporting.

The rug was nice ,but why stop there? The next Fantasy-Joey was back in his collar, bent over a desk as Seto fucked him in front of their entire homeroom. He imagined how horrified that loser Yugi and their whole little friendship squad would be as their BFF screamed Seto's name, thrusting back against him in ecstacy. ("Harder, Seto! Fuck me harder!") Just to put on a bit more of a show, Fantasy-Seto's fingers reached up to grip the hair at the nape of fantasy-Joey's neck, yanking back possessively as he continued thrusting inside him, ocassionally swatting at that round, white ass hard enough to leave a mark. Of course, fantasy-Joey loved it. Just as Real-Kaiba did, as was evident from the way his hand began picking up speed.

That's right. They would fuck like rabbits, then when the bell rang he would let Joey sit on his lap, still nude, and nuzzle at his neck and ear as he took History notes. Perfect. Seto could amuse himself by slowly stroking Joey's cock or pinching at his nipples whenever one of their vapid classmates wasted his time with their asinine questions. He could hear that Gardner girl's sobs as her former friend sucked his own cum off Seto's fingers happily, completely Seto's.

("Yours.... mmmph.... ahhh... All yours.... ")

"Mine," Real-Seto grunted, his long fingers gripping his cock tighter. He was positively dripping now, the combination of his enemies' humiliation and Joey's adoration turning him on like nothing else. Fantasy-Joey had straddled him now, and the way he gnawed his bottom lip as he slowly lowered himself onto Fantasy-Seto's cock nearly had Real-Seto cumming all by itself. They -- all 3 of them -- groaned in appreciation when Joey took him all the way in, wrapping his arms around Fantasy-Seto's neck. ("Fuck me, Seto,") Fantasy-Joey begged, his voice husky with desire. ("Let them know -- let everyone know -- I'm yours. I'm your slut, Seto, YOUR slut and I NEED you so bad now...")

("....You're the only one.")

"Fuck!" Real-Seto gasped as he came, not at the image of Fantasy-Joey riding his cock like a bronco in front of all his friends, but at the image of Real-Joey, mumbling that red-faced confession in his office.

...Just a coincidence of timing. Clearly.
That was the story Seto was sticking to, at least.
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