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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.

Chapter List
- 17
- 18
- 19
Author's Note: Oh God, guys, I am SO sorry about the wait this time. I actually rewrote these scenes from scratch twice... and then AFF.net went down just as I was planning to upload, so I.... rewrote it again. *faceplant* This is the first of 2, possibly 3, chapters, 18 being PG and 19 being more NC-17. I hope the tone hasn't changed too much what with the delays, I did try to go back and re-read, but.... aw, heck. Just read it, and hopefully enjoy.
PS: The Cube thing is an actual (pretty fun) psychology test/game thing. Mine is big, green, and gelatinous for some reason. But anyway!

"Ok, so imagine you're in a desert, right?" The overly-fashionable man gestured broadly as he set the scene, nearly tilting off his own barstool. "And in that desert, there's a cube. The size, color, material, it's all up to you, right?"

"Right," Mai said, disinterested as she took another sip of the rosé Mr. Cube had earned the right to her ear for a few minutes with.

Just then, her cellphone rang. "Oh, gee," she said, pulling it out of her clutch purse. "I'm really sorry, but I have to take this." She wasn't sure whose wishful thinking it was that made the guy fall for her apology. "Mai Valentine."

"It BETTER be, after all the trouble it took to get this number!" a familiar voice replied.

The blonde smiled. "It better have, after all the money I spent making it take all that trouble. What's up?"

"I need to talk. You at home?"

Mai simply pulled the phone away from her ear and held it up so Joey could get a nice, big earful of the blaring music and the squeals of the bachelorette party currently doing jello shots. "That answer your question, hon? I'm at the Steel Angel. Come on down, we can talk here."

"Uhhh... Steel Angel's a bar, ain't it? Not to get all hoity-toity about the law, but I'm underage."

"So what? We'll just say you look young for your age. Don't worry, once the doorman knows you're with me, he won't card you." She adjusted her cleavage a bit with her free hand, ignoring Cube-Guy's stare as she did so.

"Mai, I'm in a damn school uniform. Whaddya want me to do, tell em I got left back like... 3 times?" There was a muffled voice, then a pause. "...Ok, ok, Yug, 5 times, whatever, stop listenin, will ya?" Joey sighed. "Thinks he's all Mr. Math just cause he's got an ancient Egyptian in his head. Didn't they, like, invent math or something?"

Mai snorted, "Don't ask me. Look, just don't wear your jacket. Not that hard, is it?"

"Alright, alright," Joey grumbled. "But if I get busted, I'm totally narcing on you."

"Just hurry." Mai glanced over at Cube-Guy as she ended the call.

"So, somewhere around the cube, you put a ladder and a horse, right?"

Mai drained her glass. She knew where she'd like to put that ladder...

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Around 30 minutes later, Joey was there, chewing nervously on a piece of ice from his Shirley Temple. "You're SURE this is ok?" he asked for the 4th time in as many minutes, glancing around. the bar He'd stuffed his uniform jacket in his bag, but the little paper umbrella tucked behind his ear gave away his age just as well.

"It's fine. You're in here, aren't you?" Mai replied, watching the boy with almost-sisterly amusement. They had moved to a booth in a dark corner of the bar, relatively safe from eavesdroppers. "No one cares. Now tell me what's up already."

The teenager sighed, slumping down in his seat. "I'm goin nuts, is what's up."

Mai frowned. "Kaiba's not blackmailing you now or something, is he?"

"What?!" the surprised jolt nearly sent Joey sliding under the table before he caught himself. "No, he's not ---ah, hell," he gave a sheepish chuckle, realizing he'd been busted. "I take it you DID check my pockets the other night, then?"

"Guilty," Mai held up her hands in surrender. "I gotta say, though, I'm disappointed. My gaydar never picked up his signal."

"What, so you thought I'm gayer than Moneybags?" Joey narrowed his eyes at her as he pushed himself back up in his seat.

"No, I just thought you were gay. Kaiba, I was thinking more the asexual serial killer type. It's hard to believe someone that uptight gets laid," she shrugged, taking another sip of her rosé.

"Yeah, well... he's certainly... more experienced than I thought, too," Joey mumbled. The pinkish hue of the dim lights just barely camouflaged his blushing.

A very disturbing twinkle lit up in the older woman's eyes. "So, he's that good, huh?"

"No! Well.... he..." The teen went from defensive, to embarrassed, to defensive-embarrassed. "I didn't come here to play kiss-and-tell, y'know!"

"I know, I know..." She grinned. "But, well... Can you blame me?"

He so couldn't. "Yes," he grumbled. "Look, I really need your advice." He tilted the nearly-empty glass, trying to grab another ice cube and unceremoniously dumping 3 into his lap. "Dammit!"

"What kind of advice?" Mai silently praised herself for not making a table manners joke as she watched her young friend angrily dab at his pants.

"This whole...thing." He sighed, tossing a wet ball of napkin into the ashtray. "Look, I need you to, uh... teach me how to control myself."

Mai gave him a curious look. "'Control yourself'?"

Joey propped his head in his hands and took a long, deep breath. "I, uh... When I'm with Moneybags... I..." he grimaced, rubbing his forehead as if explaining himself were painful. "...it's like somebody else takes hold of me, I turn into this... Ah hell, I can't. It's too gross." He sat up and shook his head, giving up.

"Joey, if it's that bad, just STOP," Mai's expression turned serious. "I mean, how did you even end up doing this in the first place?"

Joey glanced over at her, his eyes hesitant. If he told her the truth, the conversation would turn to things like social services and shelters and custody lawsuits, and all kinds of things that were NOT what he wanted to talk about right at that moment. "Look... I need the cash. Can we leave it at that for now?" He looked down at the table, brushing a finger through the small ice-puddle left there. "I can't quit."

"Can't, or won't?"

The Other Him cackled in a corner of his soul as Joey met her eyes again, this time with fire behind them. "Look, it's not like I WANT to be a whore," he growled.

"That's not what I'm saying." Mai said, exasperated. "Just... I'm just trying to figure this out. You're not exactly giving me a lot to work with." Her lips pressed into a thin line as she looked her young friend over. She picked up the bottle of rosé and filled up her own glass, then began to pour into Joey's empty one. "Here, kid. I think you need this more than me."

"Thanks," the teenager said, taking a cautious sip. It was... not quite as gross as he expected. He took another. It was kinda...tingly. "Just... I dunno. I'm scared I'm turning into a nympho."

"Why is that?"

"Because, every time I get alone with Moneybags, I go from telling him to go fuck himself to... well... fucking myself," he winced, remembering the previous encounter. "Or him."

Mai watched sympathetically as the boy took another drink. "So how exactly do these...business meetings of yours go down?"

"Well..." He frowned, pulling the little paper umbrella out of his hair and rolling it worriedly between his fingers. "You swear you won't say this to anyone? ANYONE, Mai." His brown eyes pled louder than his words.

"Scout's honor, kiddo." She nodded, expression grim.

Joey tipped his head back, draining the last of the wine from his glass with a small cough. As the effects hit him, he blinked a few times. The world felt just a bit softer, like a cushion wrapping around him. He wasn't sure if the alcohol was loosening his lips, or just giving him an excuse. "Well...Every time is kinda the same, but the first part keeps getting shorter and shorter."

"What's the first part?" Mai poured a little less this time, worried about having a puking teenager on her hands.

"Arguing. What else?" His mouth twitched with a quick laugh. "He's a perv, I'm a slut. He's an asshole, I'm a loser...and then somebody's dick is in somebody's mouth." He grabbed the glass, swishing the wine around his mouth as if the aftertaste had somehow returned. He swallowed, then nervously continued. "And, like... at first, I hate him. I hate that I'm there. And then..." He turned, leaning against the wall and pulling his feet up to rest on the bench. "Then I hate myself for loving it."

"Go on," Mai said quietly, just listening.

"I try to fight it. Every time, I really DO, but something just takes over me and I CAN'T STOP," He hugged his knees tightly. "I can't stop my body, but the worst part is I can't stop my MOUTH." Joey put his head down, burying his face.

Mai frowned. "What does that mean, you can't stop your mouth?"

She heard a heavy sigh/grunt before the teenager raised his head again. He stared at the red leather seat and recited the words in a monotone, as The Other Him sang along like a twisted choral director in his head. "Fuck me, Seto. Please, Seto. Don't stop, Seto. I need it bad, give it to me, Seto. Cum for me, Seto. I'm yours, Seto. I'm..." He swallowed. "I'm your slut, Seto. Fuck me like a whore, Seto."

In the back of his mind, he could hear a slow, mocking clap, like had just sank a hole in one. The Joey in the bar just struggled to ignore it, groping for his glass.

Mai looked Joey over carefully. "How do you feel, when..." she fumbled for her own glass - "When you're saying all that?"

Joey leaned back, resting his head against the wall. "...Honestly?...Fucking amazing," he muttered, clearly disgusted with himself. "It's incredible. That's the PROBLEM." He reached over for the glass again, taking a long, deep drink of the wine.

"Do you feel that way for your other...um, clients?" Mai chewed her lip, worried she'd said the wrong thing.

He shook his head. "Ain't got none. Moneybags was the first, and he insisted on keeping me exclusive for the next 3 months."

She gave a low whistle. "You must've made quite the impression." She watched Joey shrug, then spoke up again. "Hey...um... I know you two were never exactly BFFs, but... were you attracted to him at all? Before this, I mean."

(Oh, the THINGS we could tell her,) His Other Self giggled. "Um.... well..."Joey could feel himself blushing again, and covered his face. "Fuck, of course I did. The dude's gorgeous, he's practically the reason I stopped trying to like girls in the first place. But..." he peered at his friend between his fingers. "Hot or not, that don't explain why last night I was at his office, telling him I didn't want his money, and ended up jerking off right in front of him just because he said so." He sighed. "Ah, I'm sorry, Mai. I must sound like a total sicko. Like Nympho Malik or somethin--"

"Don't even joke about that," the older woman snapped, making him flinch with surprise. "You're nothing like him. Don't you EVER compare yourself to that bastard," Mai's eyes were stern, her entire posture suddenly tense.

"S...Sorry," Joey murmured, staring at her in shock.

Then the anger was gone, and she shook her head; as if trying to toss the bad thoughts out of her brain. "No... No, I'm sorry for yelling at you. It's just... That guy pretty much literally sent me to hell. Kind of a sore spot," she gave a weak smile with the apology, but it didn't reach her eyes. "You're not like him, Joey. He tortured people for fun. You had sex, with a willing partner."

"You mean paying customer," Joey muttered, hugging his knees tighter. "Willing or not, I'm still a whore. It's not the same."

There was silence for a moment, finally broken by the sound of the wine bottle sliding across the table, to stop right in front of Joey's face. "Joey, you see this wine we're drinking? It costs four hundred dollars a bottle." She turned the bottle towards Joey to indicate the 'Dom Perignon' label with a tap of a long fingernail.

"Damn," Joey breathed, wrinkling his nose a bit. "Why'd you waste your money like that?"

"I didn't," the blonde woman replied, taking another sip. "He did," she gestured with her glass towards the Cube-Guy, who was alternating between glaring daggers at Mai and Joey, and trying to catch the attention of another girl.

Joey looked at the man curiously. He found himself automatically comparing him to Kaiba, and shook it off. "You know him?"

"Nope." Mai shook her head, tossing her blonde curls over her shoulder. "He bought me this, because he wanted to fuck me." She looked at Joey's expression and chuckled. "I didn't," she answered his unspoken question, swirling her glass around as she did. "I might have, if he was a slightly better conversationalist, but I didn't."

"You don't even know him." Joey protested.

"No, I don't," she agreed. "So what?"

"So... I mean...." He sighed. They'd been over the 'sex and love are different' thing before. "I still don't get it, I guess."

Mai raised an eyebrow. "Why do you sleep with Kaiba?"

(Because we belong to him. Because he owns us. And we love it!) "...for the money," Joey muttered, looking away.

"That's the only reason?" Mai tilted her head expectantly.

"No! ...I mean...Yes! I mean... I don't know, I guess maybe it's not so..." he continued to stare at the seat, as if he were trying to burn a hole through it to crawl into. "...No, it's not the only reason," he finally whispered.

"And you think that's a bad thing?"

"Well, yeah." Joey looked at her like she was an idiot.

Mai nodded, taking another drink. "Ok. So, this 400 dollar wine. If I had sex with that guy who bought it for me, would that make me a whore?"

Joey's eyes widened. "No!"

"Why not? what's the difference?"

"Well... I mean... you still have a choice, right? You can say no. I mean, you DID say no." Joey pointed out.

"So you can't say no?"

(Why WOULD we?) "...Not if I want the money."

Mai leaned forward, staring her young friend in the eye. "Joey, are you in any danger, or do you just feel bad about feeling good?"

Joey chewed his lower lip, weighing his desire for help against his desire to never see that look of fear and anger in his friend's eyes again.
"...No," he said. "I'm not in any danger."

Mai's shoulders relaxed somewhat at that. "Then, honestly, hun? If you're not hurting, and you're not hurting anyone else, and if you really do need this money... I hope you DO enjoy it. I hope you love every second of it. I'd rather you be a 'nympho,' as you put it, than traumatized for life." She reached over and took Joey's arm, squeezing it. "I don't know exactly what's up, but as far as I'm concerned, do what you need to do, and don't you dare feel like a bad person for it." She gave the boy a gentle smile. "Still think you're gross?"

Joey sighed, finishing off the last of his wine. "Can I think about it on your couch tonight?"
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