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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: Again, so many apologies for the long wait, everyone. Rewrites and more rewrites, but here is the first of 2 new chapters. Keeping the plot/porn combo going this time as well. Thanks again to everyone who has been following a long and leaving feedback - I've been reading everything and taking it in. Those of you who liked the tag-team Setos from last chapter, they'll be coming back eventually. :)

Sex was about power.

Seto didn't remember if the first time he heard that was at some corporate sexual harassment in the workplace seminar, if it was told to him with a sneer by one of his more reprehensible clients, or if he had simply realized it that first time in Amsterdam. He was.... young. He didn't want to think about how young.

("So... what can I do?")

("For enough money? Whatever you want.")

That first rent boy had smiled, but his eyes had that kind of dead-fish look to them that Seto had gotten used to by now. He had wondered at one point if there was a limit, a "magic number" of times one could fuck before their soul flickered out and died.

Joey didn't have that yet. When he was angry, he had the same fire in him he always did. And when he was -- God, Seto didn't even know WHAT to call that 'other' Joey that came out when they fucked -- he did look DIFFERENT, but alive. Vibrant.

Beauti--....

Anyway, sex was about power.

When Mokuba was old enough (hopefully never), he would tell his brother it was about love and mutual respect and all the fairy tales that he supposed their real, non-sociopathic parents would have fed them had they lived to see their sons through adolescence. But Seto knew the truth.

That sex was about power.

It was no secret that Seto was a control freak. But he also loved the struggle to maintain it. THAT was why that old spark of anger in Joey Wheeler's eyes had brought him so much enjoyment... and why seeing those same eyes eclipsed with hopeless lust made him harder than anything he'd ever experienced.

It was proof of his power, his dominance - to take someone so stro-- ...like Joey Wheeler and reduce them to a moaning, desperate cockslut in such a short time. it wasn't quite as impressive a feat as his takeover of KaibaCorp or his invention of the DuelDisk, but it did make him nearly as proud.

Normally, he was eager to brag about his accomplishments. But as much as he'd enjoy bringing his personal whore to school on a leash and letting him sit at his feet like a dog all day, Seto knew he couldn't.

This was the 21st century. Within minutes there'd be something up online (probably using equipment HE designed), and his stocks - his self-worth - Mokuba's college funds - everything - would crumble.

Not happening.

Besides, the same parts of him that wanted to put Wheeler on display were the same parts that wanted to keep him locked up in his bedroom, only for Seto to enjoy.

Because sex was power.

That was all. Really.

---

The next morning, as he munched on some cold leftover pizza for breakfast, a very bewildered Joey got the third degree from Mai as she "re-built" herself from a huge box of powders and creams.

"So, was it good or bad?" she asked him as she wiped the junk she had just put on her face off, and replaced it with some other junk.

"Was what good or bad?" Joey blinked, peeling off a solid layer of cheese and stuffing it into his mouth.

"Whatever dream you were having that had you wailing like that." Mai glanced over at him when she reached for the tissues.

His brow furrowed in mid-swallow. "Wailing?"

"Uh-huh. I seriously thought someone broke in for a second. Woke up me and half the dogs in the neighborhood." The cloud of powder swirling around her face gave the statement an added dramatic pop.

"Damn. ...Sorry bout that." Joey couldn't remember a thing. Was it a nightmare? Did... that thing come out to say hello again? Not that he could TELL Mai if he had. He brushed it off with a boyish grin. "If it WAS a nightmare, it was probably just about Tristan," he joked.

It seemed to work, but with the faces Mai made doing her makeup, it was impossible to read her expression, anyway.

Mai dropped him off on her way to... where the hell WAS Mai going, anyway? What DID she do? It was like the older woman exuded secrets. Joey made a mental note to ask next chance he got as he waved goodbye from the curb. A few male classmates who saw him hooted their approval.

"Damn, Wheeler, nice one!"

"You lucky ass!"

He just grinned and flashed a thumbs-up, earning more applause, and probably death at Mai's hands if she'd caught it in her rear-view mirror.

Even with the distraction, as he stepped through the school gates, he could still feel something eating at him: Something was missing. Wrong. He wasn't tired, just...distracted. As if there were a mosquito buzzing around in his head.

On the way to homeroom, he took a detour to the boys' restroom. At this early hour, it was still empty, leaving him free to step up to the sinks and check himself in the mirror alone.

Something was DEFINITELY wrong. He turned his head to each side, studying himself carefully. Something was...

He unbuttoned the top button of his jacket, exposing his neck.

...missing.

----

Seto leaned against the windowsill, staring disinterestedly outside. In his right hand, he was still fussing with his smartphone.

Joey was coming over tonight. He had given Cynthia a laundry list of preparations to make, that the PA probably only accepted because they didn't involve flying cross-country overnight this time. He glanced down at that last text she had sent:

'You never fussed this much about the others.'

He glared at the screen yet again. Of course he didn't 'fuss' over those other prostitutes. They were complete strangers; certainly no one he would or could conceivably take home with him. It was natural that there was a difference. Surely Cynthia could see that.

Just then, the door slid open. Seto's eyes wandered over to catch a look - then a second, more attentive one when he realized who it was.

Joey.

At first, he'd only registered it as odd that the blonde had his jacket buttoned up all the way on such a warm day. Then, he noticed.

That slight strip of brown leather peeking out.

He was wearing it. At school.

Seto's cool demeanor faltered for a moment as a whirlwind of surprise, lust, and fear hit him.

--

Joey had seen the quick flicker in those blue eyes when the CEO looked at him, and it gave him goosebumps. The excitement he felt from such a tiny reaction even surprised him. But before he could react, Kaiba spoke up.

"That's two days in a row you made it before the bell, Mutt. What's your secret? New formula of puppy chow at the pound?" The brunette smirked, leaning on his desk and looking down his nose at Joey.

Even half-distracted like he was, he knew Seto was baiting him for a reason. "Keep runnin' your mouth and I'll show you a different meaning of the word 'pound,' Moneybags," Joey growled, dropping his bag on his desk. (Or, you could show me,) he thought hopefully, before quickly turning his attention back to Kaiba.

"I - and my attorneys - would love to see you try," Kaiba sniffed, sitting down in his seat. One long, graceful finger seemed to be pointing into his desk.

Joey took that as a hint. "Anytime, anywhere, asshole," he said, reaching into his own desk and pulling out a note he found sticking out of his Chemistry textbook.

--Four o'clock, convenience store near school. You'll know it when you see it. PS rip this up when you find it, idiot--

Joey crumpled the paper up and jammed it into his pocket, but risked a glance over at Kaiba to silently nod his understanding. The smug look on the brunette's face lit up briefly with something very different, then returned to normal.

"So," Tristan piped up, standing in the doorway. "Everything's back to normal with you and Kaiba, huh?"

"Ack!" Joey nearly jumped out of his seat at the sudden interruption. "Cripes, Tristan, don't sneak up on me like that!" he protested, turning around. "Yeah, guess pigs ain't gonna fly this week after all."

"I was almost getting used to the quiet," Tea, who was right behind, smiled as she and Yugi approached.

"The quiet was WEIRDER," Tristan grinned, nudging Joey.

"I thought it was kind of nice," Yugi piped up, setting his bag down. "So... how are you today, Joey?" Joey could almost swear for a second he saw Yami's faint image looking at him worriedly.

He shrugged. "Alright, I guess."

"Really? You got bags under your eyes the size of Kaiba's ego, dude," Tristan jabbed, but there was a hint of worry underneath.

"You sleeping ok?" Tea frowned.

"Ehhh.... had some weird dreams, is all," Joey said, squirming under Yugi's stare. Were his friends always this nosy?

"If you say so, dude. Hey, so are you copying Yugi's style now or something?" Tristan asked, gesturing towards his neck.

The blonde looked down, confused for a moment. "Huh? Oh!! Huh. Yeah, I always thought it looked pretty cool, so I figured what the hell," Joey lied.

Tristan and Tea, having no reason to doubt him, nodded and accepted it.

Yugi, however, looked even more worried than before. "....Hey Joey, you busy tonight? I wanted to talk to you about... that thing." Now Joey could REALLY feel Yami's stare on him. What was up with that?

Something in the back of Joey's mind knew he should accept the invitation. But another, bigger thing, knew he couldn't. He had already promised Seto. And honestly... Joey wasn't sure if he could manage 48 whole hours without getting fucked.

...Wait. Since when was he like this?

(We always were,) he heard a voice answer. (The seal's broken. We can't go back.) Oh. That was right. He brushed the thought away. "Sorry Yug," he apologized. "I gotta work tonight."

"But--"

"There's no way I can get out of it." Joey scratched the back of his neck. It wasn't like he LIKED giving up so easily, or lying to his best friend, but...

Yugi frowned, unwilling to take no for an answer. "Lemme try, at least. Hey, Kaiba?" he called out.

The CEO barely glanced away from his book. "What do YOU want, Muto?"

"Can you give Joey the night off tonight? Please? I gotta talk to him about something important."

Seto turned, looking at Joey irritably. Joey, his back to his friends, frantically mouthed 'not my idea' at him.

Kaiba got the message and quickly went into Business-Mode. "Fine, how about this? I'll offer a choice. Wheeler, you can come to work tonight, as was previously arranged... or you can 'talk' to your little friend over the want ads."

Just as Joey's friends were about to pounce, the bell rang. He slumped into his seat, relieved, but careful to shoot Yugi a quick 'sorry' face.

But he wasn't sorry.

Should he have been?

----

"That's odd," Mr. Black, their Chemistry teacher mumbled. "It doesn't say Kaiba's absent on the attendance list." He looked over the class again. Everyone turned to look at the empty chair that the CEO would normally be sitting at. "Well, at least for once we have an even number of lab partners..."

The shrill sound of the PA system interrupted him. "Will Joseph Wheeler please report to the office."

Everyone turned from Kaiba's seat to Joey's, near the back next to Yugi, who was also staring at him suspiciously. "What?!" He protested, raising his hands defensively. "I didn't do nothin, I swear!"

Mr. Black glared at him over his glasses. He still hadn't forgiven Joey for what the rest of the science department had dubbed the 'beaker incident' last semester. "Just go," he instructed, waving his hand.

Joey complied, but didn't get any further than a few steps down the hallway before he was grabbed and yanked into an empty classroom from behind. "Whaauggh!" As Joey stumbled from the momentum, he heard the door shut and lock behind him. When he spun around, he found himself face-to-face with Kaiba.

A very pissed-off-looking Kaiba. "What the HELL do you think you're doing?" he hissed, grabbing Joey by the front of his uniform.

"What, answering a page?" Joey looked at him like he was crazy. Inside, however, he could already feel his temperature rising just from being in close proximity. "What's YOUR problem?"

"THIS, you idiot," the millionaire growled, roughly unbuttoning Joey's jacket and exposing the collar below. "You wore it to CLASS? What were you THINKING?"

He wasn't. Thinking hadn't really ever been Joey's strong suit, but today, it was really, really hard. Hard.. He licked his lips unconsciously. "I dunno!" He was blushing a bit. "It just... felt right, I guess."

"Either you're trying to humiliate us both, or you're leading me on, Mutt. Which is it?" Kaiba narrowed his eyes.

It wasn't either. It just was. "I..."

His breath caught in his throat as Kaiba grabbed him by the hips and pushed him against the wall, letting Joey feel his hot arousal against him. "Look what you're doing to me," the brunette growled into Joey's ear. "How am I supposed to concentrate on anything like this?" He punctuated the question with a slow, hard grind against Joey's body.

Joey was almost dizzy with a strange feeling of power, that HE could make someone as cold and controlling as Kaiba that turned on. "I... I could take care of that for you," he whisperred tentatively, slowly reaching down between Seto's thighs.

Kaiba shut his eyes tightly, breathing hard for a few seconds before he had the self-control to pull Joey's hand away. "Not. Here," he commanded, nearly crushing the blonde's wrist in his grip. "It's risky enough just being in the same room with you. I'm taking a sick day for the rest of the afternoon, just to get some work done." He pushed Joey away and turned to unlock the door. "But don't worry. I'll make sure you take responsibility for this tonight, mutt."

As the door shut in his face, Joey stumbled backwards, unsure if that had just been a threat, or a promise.

He hoped it was both.

----

"...so tell the driver I'll be waiting at the usual spot. Oh, and...Cynthia, I need you to do something for me."

On the other side of the phone, the Personal Assistant sighed, closed her game of Minesweeper, and reached for a pen. "Why is it that lately, every time you say that, it's been getting weirder and weirder?"

Kaiba frowned, despite the expression being wasted on the stairwell wall. That thought actually made him frown harder. "Just listen. I told you to pick ...that package... up after school today," he said, watching as a janitor headed to the next floor passed by. As the stairwell door closed, he relaxed a bit. "I need you to take him to get a few things."

"A few things? You mean other than that shiny new phone you had me pick up last night?"

"... he needs shoes."

"Shoes?" Cynthia's eyebrows raised. "Why is this the weirdest request so far?"

His sigh hissed into the phone. "He's still walking around like a hobo from the 1930s. I don't know what size he is. Just... let him pick something out, charge it to the company card. Whatever he needs."

"...You really like this kid, don't you?" Another glare went wasted on the wall, but Cynthia could still sense she'd hit a nerve. "...Sorry, boss. That was out of line. Do you want me to pick up anything else?"

"Actually..."

----

"Seriously, I'm just sleepin weird"

"Abraham Lincoln?"

"Yo, Tea, lemme see your notes!"

"Carry the three.... no? Uhhh...."

"Tristan's dog ate it! ....again!"

"SorrygonnabelateforworkgottagobyeYug!!"

School normally felt long to Joey, but this day was practically an eternity. An eternal blur of boredom and half-assed excuses, unending until he found himself standing in front of the convenience store at 10 to 4.

You'll know it when you see it... what did that mean? He was wondering how to make himself look less suspicious... when a very suspicious red sedan pulled up.

"Aaannnd how's my favorite nephew?" the driver grinned, speaking loudly over the blare of what sounded like 80's hair metal.

"Fine," he answered with a half-smile, stepping into the car.

"Good, good -- Whoa, somebody's all gung-ho today!" Cynthia commented, noticing the collar. "And here I thought you hated that thing."

"I... got used to it, I guess." Joey shrugged. He remembered thinking the same thing. He didn't remember it changing.

The PA gave her passenger a curious look, then shrugged it off. "Well, that makes things easier at least, I guess. Anyway, Big Kaiba is off doing KaibaCorp-type things until dinnertime, so you and I are heading over to Othello City first."

Joey looked at her curiously. "What's there?"

She glanced at him over her cat-eye sunglasses for a moment as she backed up the car. "Other than a bunch of people who don't know us and won't care? Shopping," she answered with a grin.

"Shopping?"

"Yeah, something about a body like yours covered in dollar-store clothes being a horrible waste -- uh, don't tell him I repeated that part, though," Cynthia added quickly. "Can't say I disagree. Heard something about you being a Froot of the Loom man?"

Joey buried his face in his hands and groaned as they pulled out of the parking lot.

----

When Seto arrived at KaibaCorp headquarters, the receptionist, Janet, stood immediately. "Thank goodness you're here, Mr. Kaiba," she whined. "There's this.... WOMAN who refused to leave without speaking with you. I was going to call the police, but Roland said that you knew her?"

Seto's brow furrowed. "What's her name?"

She sighed. "I don't remember, but she's blonde, kind of skanky-looking--"

"Mai Valentine," he murmured, nodding. "Let Roland know I'm on my way up."

--

If Seto cared to guess how most teenage boys who weren't (gay) obscenely-rich geniuses thought, he'd probably think they'd be happy to see someone like Mai Valentine sitting on the edge of their desk like the heroine of some old detective movie.

But he didn't care, or feel happy about it. "And to what do I owe this pleasure?" he asked, shutting the door behind him and heading to his desk, ignoring Mai as he sat down.

She hopped off of the desk with an annoyed sigh, paused to pull down her skirt, and turned to face him. "I have some questions for you," she said, leaning over him.

Seto really hoped she wasn't trying some sort of Jedi-cleavage-trick on him. (It'd be more useless as that pathetic perfume gimmick of hers) "Whatever they are, the answer is 'no,'" he replied, turning on his computer.

"Even if the question is 'are you paying Joey Wheeler to fuck you?'"

Kaiba's eyes shot back up to Mai's face, his fingers hovering frozen over the keyboard. "Wha-"

"Don't even try to deny it," the blonde huffed, flattening her palms on his desk. "I was the one who had to put the poor thing back together when I found him running from your office panicked and crying and covered in your jizz the other night." She narrowed her eyes. "Are you hurting him?"

Seto glared right back. "How is this any of your business?" His voice was cold, but on the inside he was simultaneously relieved and...upset? to find out what had happened to Joey the night he ran away.

"Again, it's my business because I'm the one who had to pick up the pieces. Joey's a good friend of mine, and a good kid, and I need to know if I should tell you to stop."

"It's--- wait," the brunette blinked. "'If' you should tell me to stop? There are scenarios where you'd LET this continue?"

Mai tossed her hair back with a shrug. "I'm not exactly famous for being a prude." Her expression turned serious again. "And from what I can tell, he... Well, he doesn't exactly seem to hate it."

Seto rubbed his temples. "So, he told you everything?"

Another shrug. "Honestly? No clue how much he told me. He never even said it was you. I figured THAT out on my own."

Kaiba's mouth almost twitched into a smile of admiration at that. He always knew the Harpie queen wasn't stupid. "Did he... did he tell you why he's doing it?"

She shook her head. "Just that he needed the money. I'm guessing maybe family trouble? He's stayed at my place a couple of nights this week." Her brow wrinkled when Kaiba sighed in relief. "You know something." It wasn't a question.

The CEO looked up at her, expression stern. "It's not something he'd want you to know." It wasn't even something Joey wanted HIM to know, or even something Kaiba wanted to keep knowing himself. "So, what now? Are you going to try and blackmail me? The banks close in 30 minutes, you know, and tomorrow's a holiday."

"No, I didn't come here to blackmail you. Just the shovel talk, really."

Kaiba gave her a look. "The shovel talk?"

"The 'if you hurt him, I'll fucking kill you' talk," Mai smiled. "Look, if you two are OK with..whatever the hell is going on, knock yourselves out. Fuck like crazed rabbits for all I care. But if you break him, next time I'm walking out of here with a key to your Swiss accounts and your head on a stick." She headed for the door, then paused to turn and give a flirtatious wink. "So be a good boy, OK?"

The door closed. Kaiba's desk drawer creaked as he rustled through it for some ibuprofin.

----

A few hours later, Joey found himself sitting at Othello Mall's food court, sucking on a milkshake and babysitting a pile of shopping bags while Cynthia did "one last errand."

The first place they had gone to had been a shoe store - he looked down at the brand-new sneakers on his feet. Cynthia had insisted he wear them out of the store after seeing the condition of his old ones. They'd bought some clothes as well - nothing too fancy or expensive, that would be too hard to explain. He even got a new backpack. And finally...

He looked down at the smartphone sitting on the table in front of him. "Didn't think moneybags'd keep his promise," he muttered around his straw, poking at the lock screen. When Cynthia had given it to him in the car, it had already had Kaiba's number programmed in, along with Cynthia's (apparently setting Kaiba's ringtone to "Like a Boss" was her idea). Joey had spent the drive slowly typing his friends' numbers in, but he still hadn't decided if he should call or not. He stared guiltily at Yugi's name on his contact list.

"Got it!" Just then, Cynthia dashed up, doing that strange jogging-skip thing girls tended to do, holding out a small bag from the jewelry store. "They were just finishing the engraving," she explained as she sat down and handed over the bag.

"Engraving?" Joey opened the bag with a curious face. He pulled out a small box, and opened it.

Inside was a rectangular piece of gold, with some intricate design carved on the front. Joey thought offhand that it resembled the backs of DM cards.

"Press the side there," Cynthia urged. "It's a locket."

Joey did as instructed, and the charm opened up, to show the familiar "MUTT. PROPERTY OF SETO KAIBA." engraving. "What is this?" he asked, looking up at Cynthia.

"Big Kaiba called me this afternoon, thought you needed something a little...more subtle if you were insisting on wearing that thing outside." She looked at him pointedly.

Joey blushed profusely. "I....er.... that was kinda dumb of me, huh?" he grimaced.

"Just a bit," the PA nodded, seizing the opportunity to sneak a sip of Joey's milkshake. "Granted, half of Domino seems to dress like extras for a 1980s goth video for some reason, but it was still risky." She politely wiped the red lipstick stain off the straw with a napkin before handing the cup back. "Look, it's none of my business, unless it threatens my employer's business. So just switch to this tag, OK? You want me to do it?"

Joey looked up at her shyly. "Is it ok? I, uh...." his gaze shifted to the table. "I don't really wanna take it off..." He didn't know why, but the thought of removing the collar scared him, as if his head would fall off like his sister's Ken doll's always used to after she played with her Barbies in the tub.

"Here you go, sunshine," Cynthia cooed, reaching over the table to unhook the old tag and replace it with the new. "So what do you want to do with this one?"

"Can I...uh... keep it?" He blushed. Cynthia's curious nod brought a tiny smile to Joey's embarrassed lips as he slipped the silver charm into his pocket. "Thanks," he murmured.

"No problem, honeybutter," the older woman replied, pushing back her chair. "So, what say we get you all gussied up before I take you back to the ranch?"

"...What?"

"Just follow me," the woman sighed, feeling her age as she grabbed their bags.
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