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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: Long time, no see, guys. I' m sooo sorry about that! I went through about a jillion rewrites and different scenes here... I'm not abandoning the story, but I am working on some other stuff at the same time. I'm hoping that that piece isn't leaking through onto this one. First off I wanna thank the people who left reviews (even recently! Not gonna lie, you guys smacked my butt into gear this past month) and have been supportive. Part of me debated going back and re-working the previous chapter, but it felt like a copout.
So instead... I bring you porn and my sincerest apologies. (and the captcha I got for this is "FOOD"...that's..weirdly appropriate)

Seto looked Joey over from across the bedroom. If he took pictures right now, KaibaCorp could make millions in a whole new market, he mused. Not quite the family-friendly image the stockholders liked, but seeing the blonde collapsed on the floor, nearly crying with lust, made him want to take hold of something else.

He briefly pondered moving things to the bath. Then he remembered the beating he’d gotten just stepping on that ridiculous bearskin rug wearing shoes, and decided he wasn’t quite through with it.

“If I remember right, you wanted dessert pretty bad, Mutt,” he mused, dipping a finger into one of the dishes and taking a taste-test. Of course, it was fantastic. A little softer from sitting in the dumbwaiter, but that suited things just fine.

“Want you more,” the blonde groaned as he yanked open his fly. Seto had to admit, it wasn’t easy to fake disinterest as Joey wriggled back out of his jeans. The hint of paler skin just below his waist, the smooth, bare skin leading down to his manhood…

Seto cleared his throat. Disinterested. Right. “You sure you don’t want any? It really is exquisite.” He dipped his fingers back in the dish, then lowered his hand, holding it out like he was training a shy animal.

Joey was up on his hands and knees now, back arched like a cat. Every step closer Joey crawled, with that burning want in his eyes, echoed and throbbed between Seto’s legs. Finally, that pretty pink tongue was lapping at his fingers, soft grunts of pleasure making warm puffs against his palm. “Good thing you’re not a real mutt, or this’d be bad for you,” Seto remarked, setting the glass back down on the table. His newly-freed hand began unbuttoning his shirt, slowly, as if he wasn’t so hot he could barely think straight. “You’ve been reasonably well-behaved tonight, slut. I suppose I could let you have both…”

“Please,” Joey rubbed his cheek against Seto’s now-clean hand and looked up at him through wet lashes. “Whatever you want, just…please…” His cock was pressing against his belly, begging for attention.

The brunette smirked and shrugged off his shirt, then handed the mousse over to the kneeling boy before him. “Take this back over to the rug,” he commanded. He held back a laugh as he watched Joey stumble on his knees like he was on a time limit. In contrast, Seto took his time, reaching over to turn the lights down to a dim, warm glow before sauntering over to Joey’s side.

There, in the golden light, kneeling by the fur in nothing but his collar and piercings, Joey looked like something out of another time. A royal concubine, a defeated prince turned slave… maybe even someone out of those ridiculous ancient-Egypt dreams Seto had from time to time after meeting that crackpot Ishizu Ishtar.

Pushing the thought out of his head, Seto lowered himself to lie down on the rug, stretching out with his hands behind his head. “So, slut, remind me.” His blue eyes moved up and down Joey’s body like fingertips. “How are your grades in art?”

Joey blinked, the non-sexual question disorienting him at first. “They’re, uh, ok.”

Seto’s tongue ran along his teeth as he listened with a stare intense enough to make the blonde’s toes curl. “Hmm. Well, you don’t have to be a Rembrandt or anything. Just make good use of your canvas.” In lieu of further instruction, Seto’s eyes glanced over at the chocolate, then down at his naked chest.

Joey got the message right away. Within moments, he was kneeling between Seto’s thighs, glass in hand. He dropped a dollop of the creamy dessert onto the brunette’s chest, right between his pectorals. Seto flinched a bit at the cold, but quickly regained his composure. Setting down the dish, the blonde reached down to spread the mousse across the pale flesh beneath his fingers, now and then going back for more until Seto’s torso was nearly covered. When he finished he held up his sticky hand, frowning at it for a moment. Then, just as Seto was about to tell him to just wipe it on the damned rug already, Joey’s long, tanned fingers were at his lips, like a reverse-image of just a few minutes before.

It was a bold enough move to raise the brunette’s eyebrows for a moment, but he complied without much resistance. As he sucked the rich, decadent chocolate from Joey’s fingers, the blonde looked down at him with something approaching awe. His eyes were half-lidded, but focused on his owner’s mouth; the motions of his own lips and tongue unconsciously imitated Seto’s. When Joey pulled his fingers away, they went straight from Seto's mouth into his own. His eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, as if just licking something that had touched the brunette's mouth were a great luxury.

It was the closest they'd ever gotten to a kiss.

Kaiba felt his IQ lower around 3 points as yet more blood diverted itself from his brain. He narrowed his eyes, doing his best effort to retain his authority. Sex was about power, but he could still lose it if he wasn’t careful. "Well, slut? What are you waiting for?"

That woke the blonde up a bit, and he reluctantly pulled his fingers from his lips, before decidedly NOT reluctantly lowering his face to Seto’s chest. He started at Seto’s right nipple, slowly licking circles around it before beginning to suckle at it in earnest. The contrast of the cold, smooth mousse and the rough heat of Joey’s tongue made Seto gasp. “That’s….mmm…good, slut,” he grunted as Joey’s tongue began attacking his right nipple. He briefly wondered if he’d been this sensitive before, when he realized: he’d never let any of the others do this.

It wasn’t just that Joey was good at this - it was how positively THRILLED he looked to be doing it at all. The wet, sloppy sounds and soft groans coming from Joey's throat just heightened the experience further. But it took a few minutes, until somewhere around his stomach, before Seto realized Joey was murmuring something to himself, so quietly that the brunette could barely hear it. 'ful.... so ....in....fec...."

"beautiful..."

"so fucking perfect"

Blue eyes widened. He was used to being told he was attractive - one, because frankly he WAS, and two, because being a single billionaire with one's own company tended to attract flattery. Seto had even posed for the 50 Most Beautiful People rankings a few times.

(He'd read the article from the first one over the old bastard's grave)

But the words had never AFFECTED him. Not like this. Alarms were going off in his head, his gut - he knew better than to fall for this. He WASN’T falling for this. Seto inhaled deeply, letting the air out sharply as he felt that tongue in his navel.

Joey tilted his head to look up at Seto's eyes as he ran his tongue along the waistband of his pants. There were smears of chocolate on his face, but neither of them cared. "Seto," the blonde breathed hungrily. "Can I....?" his fingers were already inching towards the fly of Kaiba's pants. A tiny nod made the blonde's face light up in a smile as he got to work.

Seto had never seen anyone SMILE at the sight of his cock before. Normally it was preceded by "I'll do it without the rubber for an extra $100." It was... new, that was for certain. He watched Joey carefully lick and suck away the precum dribbling out of him and was thankful of his own youth for the first time in quite a while.

Then, he hissed a bit as Joey found a new canvas for the chocolate. "Fuck!" Come to think of it, Joey hadn't put his mouth on him for DAYS, not since that time in the limo. It felt like an eternity ago. From 'Please don't make me do this' to 'Can I?' ...in less than a week. Pygmalion would kill for that kind of turnaround... But what the hell was he doing thinking of literature when he had Joey Wheeler happily decorating his cock like a birthday cake?

After Joey finished slathering Seto's erection with the mousse, he raised his hand to his own lips this time, carefully licking it clean, almost like a preview of the main event. He leaned down and kept their eyes locked as he slowly licked the underside from root to tip. From there, he kept those thin rings of honey-brown fixed on Seto’s rapidly-eclipsing rings of blue, as he lazily swirled his tongue over the glans. Then, he took it between his lips and slowly lowered them until his forehead was flush against the brunette’s sticky belly, short brown curls of pubic hair tickling at his nose.

Then, he sucked.

“Ahhh!” Seto couldn’t stay quiet anymore. “That’s good, that’s good you little cocksucker, come on…” he muttered, clenching his fingers and toes.

Joey began to move, slowly gaining speed until he was bobbing his head over Seto's cock. It gave him purpose. It gave him meaning. Long, demanding fingers ran through his hair, then gripped him tightly.

(It's even better than in your fantasies, isn't it? The taste, the smell, the sounds... ) A siren's call, pulling him back down, down into the dark, deep trenches of lust that he'd feared for so long.

It was funny, in a way. He understood just why he'd been afraid. This much pleasure, this much wanting - it was terrifying. He could feel his tag slapping against his collarbone as he moved his neck: a constant reminder of his position.

Owned. Used.

Wanted.

The Old Joey never felt wanted. His friends and sister had let him feel loved, but never wanted, not like the fingers tugging at his hair did right now, not like the gold adorning him did, not like those growled assertions of ownership had.

(Welcome home.) He could swear he almost felt the Other Him HUGGING him as he sped up, feeling the tightness of Mas--Seto's balls urging him along.

The brunette gasped, his grip on Joey’s hair tightening. “Almos’…there… Nnn… ahhh…"

Somehow Joey understood the slurred moan enough to ready himself, pulling his mouth away and pumping Seto faster and faster with both hands. “Come on, give it to me, Seto, pleasepleaseplease…” he practically whimpered, as if it were his own orgasm on the line.

The young CEO pounded at the rug with his fist, gritting his teeth. "Ahh... nnn... shit, j's a little more, mu--Ahhh!" Seto's whole body shook as he came, in hot ropes that Joey accepted like a christening. The blonde leaned into it, turning his head to cover as much of his face as he could. The warm, sticky nectar covered him, filled his mouth, splattered his cheeks and forehead, and slowly dripped down his chin.

Right as he was bathing in the hot torrent of Seto’s pleasure, Joey felt an overload of his own pleasure within himself, bursting out of him with a joyous cry. “Ahnnn…haaaan!” he bucked his hips, nearly knocking himself backwards with the force.

Seto's eyes opened curiously as he felt the hot wetness against his thigh. "Did you... heh," his lips curled. "Did you just cum from getting ME off? Without even touching yourself??"

Joey, leaning back on one arm, dazedly nodded, as his free hand ran one finger over his cock, then swiped another at his cheek, before shoving them both in his mouth. Seto nearly fainted himself when he realized what his ‘pet’ was doing.

“Mmm… we taste good together,” Joey murmured, sighing happily.

It wasn’t exactly a Michelin review, but Seto couldn’t let that go untested. He sprang on the other boy, licking from his stomach to his clavicle, rolling the flavors around on his tongue. Before his senses returned to him, all he could think was: The whore was right.

Jesus. What the hell was coming over him?

As his mind slowly cleared, the thought of Joey doing any of this with another man made a part of him fill with rage. “Do you have anything important left at your place?” he asked, pulling the blonde onto his lap.

Joey, slowly waking up from the beautiful trance he’d been in, sat up a bit. “No,” he shook his head. “Everything I own is in my bag, or downstairs.”

“Good. Then you’re never going back.”

The conviction in Seto’s voice was so strong that Joey didn’t even think to ask about the 3 months. He just nodded quietly.

Meanwhile, across the bedroom Kaiba’s cell phone was flashing yet another missed call.
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