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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: Sorry for the delay everyone! I'm not abandoning the story at all, just this part was a bit harder to write than the rest.... you'll probably see why, heh. Again I want to thank everyone who's given me feedback so far and I really hope this holds up to your standards as well. I also hope I haven't completely F'd up how things work, but I did say it was AU-ish, so...uh....yeah.

"Dija wash yer dick?"

That was the first thing Joey's father asked him as he stepped out into the living room.

"Yes," he muttered, staring at his feet.

"And yer asshole? Boy, I ain't losin no money because you were too lazy to wash right," the older man said as he drained the last of his beer and tossed another can into the corner pile.

"Everything's clean, dad," Joey replied, still mainly speaking to his well-worn sneakers. He wondered if he'd ever be able to say those words honestly again.

"Alright, let's go," Mr. Wheeler nodded, heading for the door. All Joey could do was follow him.

The subway ride had been a blur. Joey's dad had lost the car in the divorce, and hadn't been able to afford another one. So Joey got to sit there, amongst the happy couples on weekend shopping trips, kids from his school - HIS school - here and there, trying desperately not to make eye contact. Somehow he felt they'd just KNOW, instinctively, that he was on his way to sell his body to some rich creep.

Joey had done a lot of shitty part time jobs to keep his family - well, his dad - afloat. Fast food. Paperboy. Car wash. Technically, stealing Yugi's lunch money counted as a bullet point on his resume. This was a new low, even for him.

It was also a new low in his relationship with his father. He could swear he remembered, back when he was little, and Serenity was REALLY little, a time when their family was...normal. Happy. He had this really strong memory of his dad holding him upside down so he could walk on the ceiling, like a superhero. Back then, his dad smiled a lot more, came home every night, had breath that smelled like coffee or chewing gum, but never booze. Back when he kissed Joey's mom, and Mom kissed him back.

Then came that accident at the factory dad had worked at. The hospital bills - what was it with his family and hospital bills? - the painkillers his dad insisted he needed constantly, and when those were gone he replaced them with beer. The valium his mother started popping to deal with the stress of 2 kids and an unemployed, bitter drunk of a husband. His sister, dragged away, and him left behind.

Joey really wanted to hate his mother, but he was at least thankful she got Serenity out of there. Before Dad got the idea to send HER out like this... He felt bile well up in his throat. Better me than her, he repeated to himself like a mantra. Look on the bright side.

Bright side. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, he had tried to convince himself. Hanging out with people like Yugi and Tea had certainly rubbed off on him, sanding down the rough, sharp edges that his time on the streets had left. Right now, he wondered if he would've been better off the way he was. He was more...sensitive, now. He cared about things.

Right now, part of him really wished he didn't.

The subway car slowed, then jerked to a stop.

"We're here."

-

Joey blinked, and the subway was gone, along with the memory. In its place, he found himself in a strange, brick-walled room. "The hell?!" he stumbled, spinning around trying to get his bearings.

One side of the room was sparkling and clean, covered with pictures of his friends and sister. There was a window looking out at what looked like an endless blue sky, the windowsill adorned with Red-Eyes figurines.

A corner on the opposite wall was completely different -- the light was somehow dimmer there, but Joey could see it had cracks in the walls, dirt and mold and trash scattered. His old gang's tag was spray-painted on the wall.

But he rear wall, across from the door is what really attracted his attention. A large closet, with the door bolted, boarded over, and "DO NOT CROSS" police tape added for good measure. It almost seemed like the door was ...throbbing, somehow, and a strange, red light leaked out from the cracks of the doorframe.

He stepped towards it tentatively, reaching out a curious hand when a voice stopped him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you.... well, I would. And I am. But.... YOU probably don't want to do that."

Joey spun around, looking for the mystery speaker. "Who's there?" he demanded, quickly pulling into a defensive stance. Somehow, he couldn't tell if he was hearing it through his ears....or through his mind. "Who the hell are you?!"

"Well... No one, technically, I guess," the voice replied. "Not yet, at least." The seemingly-disembodied voice sighed. "Hang on, If I can just concentrate...."

Joey gasped. His whole body felt the way a pore does when you pluck a hair - something was...coming OUT of him. as it pulled back, he realized.... HE was coming out of him.

The Other Joey was faint, ghostlike and nearly transparent, but there was no mistaking his face. His hair was a little longer, a little wilder; his eyes seemed permanently dilated to dark, gold-ringed pupils, and....

Joey was speechless as the Other Him completely extracted himself from Joey's body, and he realized that this was the same 'him' from that recent dream of his. The chains binding his arms and legs were missing, but the wide leather cuffs on each limb, the cockring, the.... oh god, the "tail," and even the golden nipple rings were all there. He wasn't sure if it was new or he simply hadn't noticed before, but a matching ring/bell adorned the doppelganger's navel as well.

Around the Other Him's neck rested the same collar as Joey's. The realization made him shiver a bit. "Who.....who the hell are you?" he sputtered, staring in awe.

"That depends," The Other Him smiled- a slow, lazy smile, full of ulterior motives. "Right now, I'm just a... possibility?" He flicked at one of his nipplerings, punctuating his sentence with the light tinkle of the bell. "At least, as far as I understand it." Joey noticed that the Other Him couldn't seem to stop....touching himself. His hands were constantly snaking up and down his naked body, through his touseled hair, into his mouth -- everything about the apparition screamed 'sex.'

He tried to look away. "Where ARE we?" He asked the floor beside him, hoping it would relay the message for him.

"This," his counterpart started, again toying with his piercings as he circled the small room. "Is your Soul Room."

Joey blinked. "Yugi.... he talked about this place before..." he tried to remember.

"I"m sure he did," Other Joey nodded, looking over at the Light corner of the room, where the boy in question's picture was prominently displayed. "I'm....not allowed over there," he explained to Joey's questioning face, with a mild look of disappointment.

"What do you mean, you're 'not allowed over there'?" Joey wrinkled his brow. Even after all the crazy things he had seen since befriending Yugi, this was still a bit much to take in.

"That corner - that part of your soul - is everything pure about you. It's your innocence, your non-sexual love, everything "clean," so to speak." Joey wasn't sure if the Other Him was sucking his thumb mockingly, or out of a simple oral fixation.

"What, and you're...dirty, then?"

Other Joey's dark eyes squinted in amusement. "Not at all. Well, maybe to you," he sighed and pulled the thumb from his mouth. It left a slight wet trail as he dragged his hand down his chest. "But I don't belong over there, either," he added, indicating the "dark" corner with a toss of his head.

"What....is it?" Joey murmured, slowly, carefully edging closer to get a look. There were torn photos of his old gang on the floor. The piece of Yugi's Millennium Puzzle he had taken - small piles of money he had stolen, wrappers from long-ago shoplifted candy bars, a dartboard with a photo of his father taped to it. He looked away guiltily.

"That, is the real 'dirty' side of you. The one that bullied people and enjoyed it, the one that hates, that seeks revenge." The Other Him smiled, holding a finger to Joey's lips to interrupt him. "Everyone has it, you don't have to make excuses. Besides, over the years yours has gotten smaller and smaller."

Joey stepped back, touching where his double had touched him. (I could FEEL his finger,) he thought, shocked. "So...umm.... if that's what those are....what's..... that room?" He pointed warily at the boarded-up door.

"That's my home," the doppelganger answered. He gave Joey a small wink as he walked over to the door, stroking the wood almost lovingly. "It SHOULD be out in the open like the rest, but you tried to hide it.... and it's just been growing and growing ever since. It's almost half this room now - that's why you can hear and even see me now, I think," The Other Him turned back to him, the tiny golden bells tinkling.

"Look, stop beating around the bush and just TELL me, already!" Joey groaned, kicking irritably at the floor. "What IS it?!"

"It... and by an extension, me... We're your lust, Joey," The Other Him answered matter-of-factly. "Your sexuality. I thought it'd be a little more obvious," he smirked, tugging at his rings.

Joey suddenly felt lightheaded. "You're trying to tell me that I want to be like YOU?" He stared at his twin dumbfoundedly. (That can't be right... it can't...)

"Baby, you already ARE like me," The Other Him purred, walking almost catlike as he stepped closer. "You just don't want to admit it, so you locked it up behind this silly door." He reached out to touch Joey's face, making the blonde tremble, both in fear and pleasure - it felt like every nerve ending in his body had been turned up to 11. "But when you need me, like earlier with Master, I can come out and help." The long-fingered hand trailed down Joey's neck, over his chest, stomach, and finally came to rest curled around the front of Joey's pants.

"Ahh...wait," Joey gasped, trying frantically to ignore what his Other Self was doing to him. "Master?? PLEASE don't tell me you mean--"

"Why, Seto Kaiba, of course," Other Joey smiled, pressing his hand a little harder against Joey's cock. "Who else?"

"Who else? ANYONE else!!" Joey panicked, stepping away. "I can't.... I don't..." He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

"But you did." The Other Him smirked. "And it felt SO good, didn't it? Master's hands all over us...his long, hard cock in our tight little ass, God, just PLEASING him..." Other Joey's hand had retreated to his own crotch now, pumping away at the memory.

Joey backed away slowly, until he felt the strangely-warm wood of the closet door behind him. "You're crazy," he said, his voice sounding unconvincing even to him.

"YOU'RE crazy for not wanting to admit it," his copy replied, with a glare through half-lidded eyes. "I know you remember everything. How good it felt... how FREE we felt..." the sheer ecstasy in his voice made Joey shiver. "I don't understand what's holding you back, when we're so close to everything we've ever wanted."

"Ev...everything we've ever wanted?"

"Turn around," The Other Joey chuckled when Joey's eyes bugged out in alarm. "There's a peephole in the door," he explained, smirking a bit. "I do like the way you think, though."

Joey chose to ignore that last statement and turned his beet-red face towards the closet. Just as the other boy had said, there was a peephole, just barely visible between the boards and police tape. Taking a deep breath, Joey leaned forward to take a look.

Kaiba. He was everywhere. Under Joey. On top of Joey. Thrusting Joey against the wall. Thrusting into Joey's face. Slapping him. Caressing him. Licking him. Sucking him. Biting. Scratching. Grunting. Moaning. And every time, Joey looked like he was in pure bliss, like nothing could ever compare to what he was feeling right then and there ---

Joey yanked his face away from the door like he'd been burned. He turned to say something to his doppelganger, but couldn't find the words.

Apparently, his eyes did enough talking for him. "You shouldn't be so surprised. Those are YOUR fantasies," he shrugged, still lazily stroking himself. "Surely you recognized some of them." His dark eyes brightened. "My personal favorite is that one you had where there were TWO of him somehow, and they fucked you at the same time. It's a shame that one's impossible..." The Other Him looked wistful as he spoke.

"How do I get rid of them?"

The copy laughed again, hard enough to set off that damned tinkling. "Get RID of them? That's like cutting off an arm. It doesn't work that way."

"Then how do I get the hell out of here?!" Joey gritted his teeth.

"How do you get out of ANY place?" The Other Joey smiled. "Just walk out the door."

Joey looked past the Other Him to focus on the large, metal door on the other side of the room. Part of him wondered if he could trust those words - sure, it was HIM, technically, but a "him" who was nonchalantly walking around in a cockring and a buttplug. With a deep breath, he made his decision. "Alright," he said. "I'm leaving."

"Come back any time you like. Or call me if you need me." The Other Him licked his lips and smiled. "You know how."

Joey really, really hoped he didn't as he reached for the door handle.
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