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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: And here we have part 2. More coming soon!

Joey woke up at 5 am, to the sounds of an alarm clock. “Wha—??” He struggled to get up, only to find a long, wiry body wrapped around him, holding him still. He panicked for a second, until he heard the muttered “settle down, Mutt,” and realized it was Seto.

Wait…what?

He tried to reorient himself as the other boy fumbled for the night stand to turn off the alarm. “This is normally when I wake up on business days,” he mumbled, collapsing back on top of Joey. “Forgot to turn it off last night.”

“You get up at FIVE?” Joey was incredulous.

“How else did you think I ran a company and went to school at the same time?” Seto grunted, in a slightly sleepier version of his ‘Of COURSE I have a jetpack, you idiot’ voice. “Go back to sleep.”

Part of Joey wanted to ask, “here?” It must’ve been a mistake or something. They just got too tired for Seto to remember to kick him out.

It was understandable. He was slowly remembering bits and pieces, but from what he did remember, they were rather…busy... the night before.

His nipples ached. That’s right… he’d gotten pierced.

When he was passed out.

Immobile from the pile of Seto Kaiba thrown over him, Joey instead tried to do a mental inventory of his body, looking for any similar aches or pains. The only other sore thing was his…

…Well, he knew why THAT felt sore. He gave up, burying his face in Seto’s hair. Sweat and chocolate filled his nose.

“Mmmph….” The brunette grunted, interrupting as if he’d just remembered something. “Tht. Fn.”

“Huh?” Joey could make no sense whatsoever out of the muffled sounds making a hot, damp spot on his shoulder.

“Phn. Ers mufn.”

Was this another one of those weird languages Seto knew? “What?” he repeated.

The CEO finally raised his head enough to speak clearly. “Where. Is my phone?”

“Oh. Why didn’t you just say so?” Joey muttered, reaching behind a pillow and fumbling until he hit paydirt.

Seto rolled his eyes as he took the phone. He turned over onto his back, checking his messages. As he listened to some panicked Korean ramble, and some very thankful Swedish man wishing him well, one hand was moving absentmindedly between Joey’s thighs. The blond cooed gratefully under his hand.

Then, suddenly, the hand stopped. “Wha—?”

He was quickly shushed. Seto’s eyes grew wider and wider. “Shit,” he muttered, hanging up. “I have to go,” he said, pulling himself out of bed.

“What? At 5 am?”

Seto was already halfway to the bathroom. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it, you just go back to sleep.”

"Hmmph." Joey grunted as the door closed and the sounds of the shower signalled the end of discussion. Go back to sleep? He was tired enough to WANT to obey, but sill had to curl up around Seto’s pillow before his body would actually follow along.

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“Hey, beautiful.” Joey felt a hand brushing his hair from his face. He opened his eyes, and was surrounded in red again. He sat up quickly, and the jingles he heard from his own chest quickly confirmed what he already knew: he was back in Other Joey’s room.

Only this time, he didn’t see Other Joey, or the fantasy-Seto that had altered his body. It was the other Seto, the gentle one, sitting beside him on the bed in a pair of blue silk pajama pants. As his senses adjusted to the Soul Room, Joey realized that he was wearing the top half over his naked body. “What am I doing here?” he asked, looking around.

“Just wanted to say hello,” Good-Seto smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “How are you feeling?”

“Confused, but ok,” he answered, letting the taller boy pull him into his arms. “Hey… can I ask you a question?”

“Of course you can.”

“I get — ok, I KINDA get why that Other Me and the, uh, Other You are doing back here. But why are YOU stuck in here?”

He felt Good-Seto’s chest move a bit as he chuckled. “Honestly? I think you’ve been more ashamed of ME than the other two.”

“What!? That doesn’t even make sense!”

“Think about it, Puppy,” Good-Seto said, his breath warm in Joey’s hair. “Remember when you used to think about ME all the time?”

Joey blushed. It had been a long, long while ago. When Seto Kaiba was the quiet, mysterious rich kid, always reading by himself. Joey’d thought he was beautiful, but in a sad, lonely way. He’d get up the nerve to say hello, and Seto would look at him with those incredible eyes, not cold and proud, but vulnerable. Thankful, even.

They'd start to talk. He’d always hoped Seto secretly also shared Joey’s love of old kung-fu movies. They’d fall in love — not just love, but stupid, teenage so-much-it-hurts love— and Seto would take him away from all the shit in his life… It was kind of a weird version of Cinderella; the kind of fantasy someone like Serenity, or maybe Tea, was allowed to have, but…

“Oh. Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he whispered, apologetic. “Just… no offense? The other guy is kinda more ‘in character’ as far as the real thing.”

The slender arms around him just tightened. “Joey, Joey, Joey. There’s so much you already know that you still need to learn.”

“What does that mean?” Joey squirmed to turn himself around, peering into Good-Seto’s eyes suspiciously.

“You’ll find out.” The brunette smiled. “In fact… maybe it’s time you did another inventory check, hmm?” He motioned towards the door with his head, puzzling the blonde.

“Uh, if you say so…” he said, slowly stepping out of bed and heading towards the light. It felt strange, not leaving this room stumbling and drunk on sex. It made the orgy of selves he carefully stepped through feel even stranger by comparison.

This time, when Joey stepped out of the Red Room, into what was slowly becoming the Pink Room, he noticed a glimmer of…something on his bed. He picked it up.

“Blue Eyes…” he murmured, hefting the ivory carving in his palm. It was nearly identical to the one the Real Seto had given him, and stuck out like a sore thumb amongst all the Red Eyes on his "light" side. He stroked the figure lovingly, then took a glance around the room, wondering what other changes he'd missed.

“JOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!!!!!!!!!!” The walls nearly shook with the volume of the young voice calling his name.

He stumbled towards the exit, still clutching the figure in his fist.
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