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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: Ok guys, here we go. This is ALL my backlog now, so hopefully the plot-hamster keeps running on his wheel so I can get some more up soon. Please don't hate me for where this leaves off. Let me know any thoughts (or suggestions for other creative places for these 2 to go at it) you have, and enjoy!

"So what is this stuff, anyway?" Joey watched in interest as Kaiba pulled a large tray from the dumbwaiter.

"Why, Mutt? Disappointed I didn't spring for the Alpo?" Kaiba smirked as he lifted the cover, revealing 2 delicious-smelling plates of food. "It's veal. You're not going to get all animal-rights on me, are you?"

"...What's a veal?"

The CEO stared at him blankly. "...you're serious."

Joey shrugged, a little sullen. "Moneybags, growin' up half my diet was outta a box. I'm sorry if I ain't graduated from Le Cordoroy Blue."

Seto snorted. "That's Le Cordon Bleu. But I'm frankly impressed you knew enough to mess up the name. Veal is baby cow. Now eat it or I really will order up some Alpo."

Joey frowned, but quietly picked up his fork -- probably the wrong one but who cares? -- and took a bite. "Hffy shht!"

"Don't talk with your mouth full, Mutt." The brunette chided. "But I gather you approve of my chef's cooking?"

"Dmmph sfffffght!" Joey mumbled again, wide-eyed as he swallowed. "It's prolly the best food I ever had!"

"I suppose it would be." Seto paused to take a sip of his water, watching bemusedly as his guest shot him a dirty look. "My personal chef was working at one of the top restaurants in the world before he came here. He has 2 Michelin stars."

Joey had no idea what tires had to do with food, but could tell it was supposed to be a big deal. "Wow," he said, after wolfing down another bite of veal. "How'd you get someone like that to work for you?"

"I get everything I want." Something in the way Seto looked at him when he said it made Joey shiver a bit.

"So, uh... when's Mokie comin back?" he stammered, changing the subject.

"The friend he's staying with has a trampoline and a Wii, so I doubt he'll be back until the afternoon." Seto's lips curled a bit around his fork. "If you're trying to lay hints, Mutt, it won't be necessary. I already presumed you'd be staying the night."

"Here?"

"If you want more privacy, I can put a few blankets in the dumbwaiter."

(First Yami, now Seto Kaiba is making jokes. ...that was a joke, right?) "Ha ha. But...seriously... it's ok?" Joey bit his lip.

Kaiba sighed. "Joey, you see that TV over there? Whose is it?"

Joey gave him one of the looks he usually made in Geometry class. "Uh, yours."

"Correct. And this table. Whose is it?"

"Yours...You gettin altzheimers or somethin?"

Seto ignored the sarcastic remark. "And everything in that closet over there-- yes, that's a closet," he paused, noting Joey's dumbfounded expression, "Who owns all that?"

"You do. So?"

"So if they're mine, is it strange for them to be in my bedroom?"

"Well, no.......oh." Joey's expression went from annoyed to embarrassed.

To Seto, it was more delicious than the veal. "Come to think of it, Mutt...where ARE you staying these days?"

He shifted a bit in his seat. "Umm.. here and there I guess."

"Do you want to go home?"

Joey looked back up at him, a bit sadly. "....honestly? No. With my dad? ... I guess maybe you kinda know what I mean," he murmured.

Kaiba nodded. (More than you think) "Indeed. In that case, why don't you just stay here for the interim of our contract?"

"Does 'interim' mean 'time'?" Joey squinted. When he got an irritated nod back, he relaxed. "Is... you think it's ok?"

"Joey, this house alone has 10 bedrooms. Mokuba once managed to beat me at hide and seek for 5 hours until I invented a tracking device to hunt him down. A cover story shouldn't be too hard, and again, I do like to keep track of my belongings..." he smirked over the rim of his glass.

He wasn't happy to get that grateful/shocked face. Really.

Maybe a little.

---

Just as they were finishing dinner, the doorbell rang. "Ugh," Seto groaned, setting down his fork and lightly cleaning his lips with a napkin. "NOW what?"

"Whoever it is, I hope it doesn't mean no dessert," Joey laughed, stretching out.

"Don't worry about that. They'll send it up when we send our plates down." The second the words left his mouth, Joey was already stacking up the dishes. Seto rubbed his eyes tiredly.

"Master Kaiba, sir?" the intercom suddenly came to life.

Joey barely held back a jealous grunt. (It's the maid, you idiot!)

"Yes Katrina?"

"It's Ms. Woods. Should I send her up, or..."

"I'll come down. It'll just be one minute," the brunette replied, cutting the call.

"Cynthia? Wasn't she with Mokie?" Joey asked curiously.

"Only for the Kaibaland tour. Like I said, I have plenty of bodyguards on him for the night. Be right back."

Joey sat there at the table, trying to figure out what the personal assistant was doing there, when he suddenly remembered the conversation from right after he blacked out. "....oh."

---

Seto Kaiba had never slid down a banister since he was 9 and Gozaburo locked him in a closet over it, but part of him had an overwhelming urge to do so as he descended the stairs.

There, in the foyer, stood Cynthia, wearing one of the few frowns her boss had ever seen on her. As he approached, she thrust out a small black bag. "I don't even want to know."

"I know it was quite the detour for you. ...I appreciate it."

Cynthia's lips twitched a little, but still didn't smile. "You SO owe me something pretty for this."

Seto raised an eyebrow at her. "You're not Pepper Potts, Cynthia."

"Why not? You replace alcohol with card games and you're basically Tony Stark." This time, the blonde woman's smile DID return.

"Cynthia, if this is your way at manipulating me into giving you the day off tomorrow, it's not working."

"What, it's not like I compared you to AQUAman. Also? For making me go buy those? I hate you. ...Sir," she quickly added. "I'm very emotionally traumatized..."

"...and you need a recovery day, right?" He shook his head when the PA batted her eyelashes in reply. "Fine. You can have your 3-day weekend."

"From shopping too?" Cynthia gave him a wary look.

"...well, I haven't made Roland suffer much lately, so I suppose he's due a turn."

"Boss, this right here is why I told the Enquirer to kiss my ass when they called me about an interview," Cynthia grinned. "But seriously? Please never tell me why you wanted those."

"Deal. See you on Monday, Cynthia," Seto said, seeing her out.

He really DID have a soft spot for obnoxious blondes....

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When Seto returned to his bedroom, Joey was sitting right where he'd left him, staring at the closed dumbwaiter.

"Mutt, dare I ask what you're doing? The television is to the left."

Joey flashed him the finger and a rueful smile. "I was waitin' for you, moneybags. They sent dessert up and I knew if I opened it it'd be gone before you got back."

"Your self-awareness is impressive," Kaiba deadpanned as he dropped the bag onto the now-bare table. "Special delivery."

Joey looked at the bag with an expression somewhere between a child on Christmas morning and a bomb squad newbie. "What is it?" The look on the brunette's face said it all. "...oh." he winced. "Had a feeling it was."

"Believe it or not, she's been sent on worse errands," Seto said as he tilted the bag upside-down and spilled out the contents. several small jewelry boxes fell out. "Take your pick, Mutt."

Joey hesitantly reached for the closest box, then shook his head. "Ah, hell, I can't... You choose." He held up his hands in surrender.

"Hmmph. Well, I suppose it's only appropriate that I decorate my own property myself..." Seto opened the boxes, examining each closely. Joey closed his eyes, really not wanting to know what the options were.

A few moments later, he heard Seto in the adjacent bathroom, washing his hands. When the brunette returned, he heard the sounds of the chair being pulled (likely with his foot) in front of him. "Here we go," he announced, right before Joey felt a slightly-painful sensation against his right nipple. The blonde clenched his jaw, refusing to make a sound. He managed through both sides with little more than a few puffs of hard breathing.

"Hmmm... Not bad at all," the CEO murmured, admiring his handiwork. "Take a look."

Joey opened his eyes to see Seto pushing his chair back, so Joey could see himself in the mirror. He stood, stepping closer to have a better look.

There, on his lightly muscled chest, stood 2 starburst-shaped gold and ruby nipple shields, held fast by the long golden barbells on each side.

"Wow...." There were no bells -- why was he so disappointed about no bells?? -- but Joey still felt himself becoming aroused again.

It wasn't quite a transformation - nothing flashy like Yugi's switch with Yami, or those long, naked-spinny stock footage ones in all Serenity's favorite cartoons, but he could feel it again - like layers of self peeling back, dissolving and exposing the deepest, most secret parts of him. The tension he'd just released only an hour before started to build again.

Behind him in the mirror, he could see Kaiba sauntering over to him, a lazy smile on his face as he pressed against Joey from behind, long arms wrapping around his waist.

Seto caught a quick glimpse of the mirror as he nuzzled the blonde's hair. He was beautiful. They were beautiful. They looked like a cou---

(No, no, no!)

"So, I take it you like them?" he murmured into Joey's ear. Slender, graceful fingers trailed circles around the jewelry, not quite close enough to touch. "It's a shame we can't play with them tonight." Seto watched the mirror-Joey carefully, judging his reactions with an engineer's precision. What buttons he could push, and what response he received. One pale hand trailed down inside the front of the blonde's jeans. Hard, satiny heat was there to greet him. "I suppose this could serve as a stand-in...." Their eyes were locked in the reflection as Seto slowly moved his hand up and down.

As he watched Joey slowly slip from human back into whore, that unpleasant ache in Seto's chest slowly dissipated, the energy traveling straight south.

This was his comfort zone.

"Look at you, slut," he commented, almost in admiration. "I just fucked you so hard you passed out only an hour ago, and you're practically back to begging for it already. Is it because I bought you some pretty baubles? Just a normal whore reaction?"

He knew he was on the right track when soft, thick blond hair settled back against his shoulder. "Maybe while you live here, this is all I should let you wear," he mused, still stroking away as Joey made little sounds in his throat that nearly made Seto lose track of his thoughts. "I never did like people who put clothes on their pets, anyway." He nibbled a bit on the edge of Joey's jaw, right above the collar. He'd never wanted to leave a mark on someone this much...

"Oh fuck..." 'Joey keened, reaching back to touch Seto's face. (It's like he's seen my DREAMS...)

"Hmmm. You seem to like that idea, mutt." And Seto liked that reaction. He pulled the shorter boy more flush against him so he could feel just how much. "Maybe I will make you my pet. Chain you up outside all day, come home and fuck you till you scream. Or are you an inside dog, puppy?"

"What... unnn..... whatever you want...." he groaned, biting his lip. It didn't matter. He didn't want to choose. Didn't want the CHOICE. (Just please, fuck me!!)

"It's hard to choose... You're mine, and I want to keep you to myself.... But showing everyone what they can't have has its appeal, " he grunted, pressing himself against Joey's eager body. The movement pushed Joey off-balance, and he had to reach forward to brace himself against the mirror. Just then, Seto paused. "Wait."

"Wha?" Joey mumbled in disappointment as Kaiba lowered him to the carpet gently, then walked away, back towards the table. "Don't.... stop...."

"Relax, puppy," Seto said, opening the dumbwaiter. "I just remembered what today's dessert menu was," he explained smugly, pulling out a tray holding 2 glasses of chocolate mousse.
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