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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: I'm having fun now. It's pushing back the porn to next update, but I'm having fun now. :) Thanks for sticking with me, guys. One more part after this today. Hope it came out right, I've been editing like a madwoman...

Joey wasn’t exactly expecting to wake up cradled in Seto’s arms, with breakfast in bed waiting for him.

But, he wasn’t expecting to wake up to a young voice shouting, “WAKE UP, JOEY!!!!” and someone jumping on top of him, either.

“Whaagaghah!!!” He jolted awake, flailing a counterattack, when he looked up to find a grinning Mokuba Kaiba standing over him on the mattress. “Mo… Mokie? Ahh!” The second reality hit him, he dove down into the blankets, pulling them up to his neck. “What are you doing here? Where’s your brother?”

“He said he hadta do some work,” Mokuba shrugged, still bouncing a bit on the mattress. His smile widened. “He ALSO said to leave you alone, but I wanted to say hi.” He flopped down beside Joey, oblivious to the terror he instilled. “Are you gonna tell on me?”

Joey made his best effort to smile. “Depends on how you behave.”

“No fair! Anyway…” Mokuba pointed to his neck. “Why are you wearing a collar?” He squinted.

Joey cringed and hooked the blanket under his armpits, hoping that was the ONLY thing he’d noticed. “This? Uhh, well… Yugi’s got one, don’t he? It’s kinda like a, uh, BFF..kinda…thing.” It was such a lame excuse that Joey had to keep from rolling his eyes at himself.

Luckily, Mokuba just nodded. “Oh. …But Seto didn’t get jealous?”

And Joey just blinked. “Huh?”

“Big brother REALLY, REALLY hates competition. Well, I guess you know that already,” he shrugged, a little smile on his face. “If he thinks you like Yugi, he’ll get real mad.”

There was so much absurdity in those words that Joey couldn’t help but laugh. “Ahahaha! Nah, it ain’t nothin’ like that, kiddo. Yug’s my best friend, that’s all.” Truth, for once!

Mokuba seemed to relax a bit. “That’s good,” he smiled. “This is SO cool that you and Big Brother are together! It’s like I have TWO big brothers now!”

Next thing he knew, Joey was wrapped in a heap of Mokuba, hugged tight. He stroked the boy’s hair. Joey liked Mokie - Hell, up until a week or so ago he’d had more contact with the younger Kaiba. The kid was cute, and nearly as clever as his brother, but with a lot less of the cackling-evil-genius qualities Seto was more famous for.

He was a good kid.

And Joey was… a hooker pretending to be a stepmom. Pretty much.

He understood why Seto had lied - or at least let Mokie believe his own mistake. Jesus, if Serenity had bounced in here, he’d have done the same.

But Joey still hated lying. Even if he was doing an awful lot of it lately.

“Hey Joey?” Mokuba’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, Mokie?”

“Love him a lot, OK?” There was a long, silent beat. “He needs it.”

The blonde swallowed. “…I’ll do my best, pal.”

——

Meanwhile, in the (now rug-less) study, Seto was pacing back and forth, the hand not cradling his phone rubbing his face in frustration. “What do you MEAN, ‘there’s a situation?’ Cynthia—”

“I know, believe me, sir, after I earned today off by buying nipple jewelry from a guy named BUBBA last night, the last thing I want to be doing is talking to you right now. But the guy wouldn’t stop calling last night! Speaking of which—”

“Yes, I know, I should’ve gotten back to you sooner. I was…” Flashes of Joey, hairless and pierced, bouncing in his lap and slurping chocolate off his cock, flew through his mind. “…occupied.” He paused for a moment, taking another glance at the hallway camera his ultra-paranoid stepfather had installed. All clear. “So Joey’s pimp wants the rest of his money, that’s what you’re telling me?”

Cynthia, pouring herself another mimosa, nodded. “Yup. I just told him, I couldn’t do anything without your go-ahead. He gave me 48 hours.” She took an experimental sip, then splashed in a bit more champagne. “Forty-eight hours, you believe that? I think he might have seriously been quoting some movie or something, it was like a cliche-a-thon. ‘You got 48 hours to get me my money, or your boss’ll wish he never fucked with me!’” she quoted, in her best/worst Brooklyn accent. “Because, you know, we’ve been fucking with him so much.” She leaned against her kitchen island and took another gulp of mimosa.

“What exactly does he think he’s going to do when that 48 hours are up?” Seto rubbed his eyes.

“That’s the other thing. I have no clue. He was threatening to go to the papers, but with WHAT? I never, NEVER use your name over the phone, so even if he recorded our conversations — doubtful if that jackass ever learned to program a VCR — it’d be circumstantial evidence at best, and it’s not like there are receipts or anything…”

“The board would still get uppity even if he DIDN’T have any proof, though.”

“True enough, the court of public opinion pretty much goes with whatever, but with OUR legal team? No media outlet is gonna pick up the story unless they know they’re 100% lawsuit-proof. And ‘angry drunk guy who wants money says so’ isn’t exactly an airtight testimony. At any rate, of course we COULD just pay him, but what if he tries this again?”

“You mean if he just keeps asking for more money?” The brunette started pacing again. “Hmm… Wouldn’t be surprised, frankly.”

Cynthia frowned into her champagne flute. “You don’t sound very worried, boss.”

“I’m not. I have enough money to deal with 1000 of that old moron, and plenty of more pressing issues than him. I’ll handle it, Cynthia. You earned a day off, spend it some way better than listening to a middle-aged extortionist’s whining.”

“…Who is this and what have you done with my boss?”

“Cynthia.”

She could feel that glare through the phone again. “Ok, ok! I’m not trying to look in the horse’s mouth or whatever, just… HUG that kid for me, ok?”

“CYNTHIA.”

“Gotta go, see you on Monday, sir! *click*”

Yup. He was definitely either going to marry or kill her.

—

After convincing Mokuba to give him a BIT of privacy to change, Joey was following the younger boy through the hallways of Kaiba Manor, getting the grand tour. It felt a little weird walking behind Seto’s brother wearing the collar in plain view, but after explaining it away, he figured it’d be even weirder to act like it was weird. It was weird that he was even here, worrying about how weird it was.

…He really needed to stop thinking about how weird everything was.

“This is the parlor in here. It’s where our stepfather used to bring guests. We don’t like it cuz it’s too ‘grown-up’.” The black-haired boy made a face. “…And cuz we don’t get guests so much.”

The lonely look in his eyes made Joey pat him on the head. “Well, now you got one, kiddo,” he smiled. “But I get why you guys don’t use this place. It’s kinda creepy…” he murmured, looking around.

The parlor was a large, wide room with ornate furniture and a black-and-white checkerboard marble floor. A large oriental rug covered the center of the room, where some sofas were arranged. There was a large painting of Gozaburo and Noah Kaiba in the center of the room, covered in dust. The rest of the room was immaculately clean. (There’s no way THAT’S not on purpose,) Joey thought to himself.

As he stood in the center of the room, taking it all in, the door opened behind them.

“What are you two doing in here?” Seto growled.

“I was just showin’ Joey around the house!” Mokuba explained, obviously confused at his brother’s attitude. “You SAID he’s gonna live here…”

“Yeah, Mokie’s a great tour guide,” Joey piped up, trying to ease the tension. “Um, sorry if we’re in the way.” He scratched his neck, fingers slipping under the brown leather.

Seto glared and opened his mouth again, when he caught a worried look from his younger brother. His expression softened immediately. “It’s not that, I was worried if Mokuba was tiring you out. I wanted to let you sleep in today.”

He gave Joey a quick hug, both to answer Cynthia’s request AND to hide the bewildered expression on the blonde’s face. Letting go (and leaving a blushing, confused Joey behind), he headed over to the painting. He slid his fingers underneath the edge of the frame and pushed, moving over the artwork without so much as a speck of dust shifting. Beneath it, Joey saw a small keypad that Seto quickly used to punch in some sort of long, elaborate code.

“Is everything ok, Big Brother?” Mokuba asked worriedly.

“It’s fine, Mokuba. I just have some quick business to attend to this afternoon.” The back of the fireplace opened up, revealing a safe behind the false wall that Seto quickly opened.

“Must be some business,” Joey whistled, staring at awe at the stacks of cash, and — holy shit, were those BARS OF GOLD?!

“Just paying off some debts.” Seto pulled a small black bag out of the safe and started filling it with money.

“You, uh, keep bags in your safe?” Joey tilted his head.

“After the third time I got kidnapped, it was easier to just keep em in there,” Mokuba said, fidgeting.

Finished, Seto shut the safe and pressed a hidden switch to close the false wall. He got to his feet gracefully, bag in hand. “I’ll be back in a bit. Lunch is probably ready if you get hungry. Call me if you need anything.”

Joey wasn’t really sure who Seto was addressing as he walked out, barely acknowledging his little brother’s goodbye. “So… do things like that happen a lot?”

“Usually only when I’m kidnapped, I thought.” Mokuba shrugged. With barely a pause, his eyes lit up. “Wanna play Duel Monsters on the field upstairs??”

Serious situation or not, Joey couldn’t hide his grin.
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