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True To Life	By : Rroselavy Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3656 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Epilogue
- 2
- 3
- 4
Title: True To Life (3/4)
Author: Rroselavy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing (s): J/S
Beta: Akuchan
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I neither own nor profit from Yu-gi-oh!
Summary: If you wished for true love and it came knocking at your door, would you have the courage to answer?
"Kaiba?" He turned around and watched as Joey rose from the chair and started toward him. The blond looked good. The years had been kind to him, his angular adolescent body had filled out slightly, but not in an unpleasant way. His face had a more rugged quality to it, Kaiba observed; all traces of adolescent baby fat had been replaced by smooth masculine planes. Dressed in a simple black turtleneck that skimmed his torso and a pair of slim-fitting blue jeans, Wheeler was far more attractive than the brunet remembered. Damn his hormones, Kaiba ruminated beleagueredly as he took in the way Joey's tousled blond hair glistened softly under the track lighting of the lobby. That was all it had been that night too, a thought intruded, but Kaiba knew immediately that he'd been lying to himself all these years.
"Ya look like shit!' Joey blurted honestly, then catching himself, he asked, "Are you okay Kaiba? D'ya wanna do this some other time?"
Kaiba took a deep breath, considering Joey's questions. The blond was giving him an out, and he did have the perfect excuse, his day had been nothing short of hell on earth. And yet, as his eyes roved appreciatively over the other man, his body responding to the view, he felt immensely better-relieved, almost. Suddenly the idea of passing some time with Wheeler didn't seem so unpalatable. At least it might be possible to talk some sense into the blond.
"Hello Wh-Joey," he greeted, extending his hand. "No, now is fine. I'm flying back to Japan tomorrow." He added as Joey clasped his outstretched hand and then pulled the brunet into an awkward embrace. Kaiba reminded himself that Joey always was a touchy-feely kind of guy, and relaxed his stiffened body.
"Ya sure?" Joey said, pushing him away and gazing into his eyes with concern. "You look ... pale."
"Yes, I'm fine. It's just been a long day." Kaiba lied. "Can I buy you a drink?" He asked, taking Joey's elbow and steering him toward the bar.
"Yeah, um, sure. Just a club soda though."
"Oh, you're driving?"
"No, but we both know what happened the last time we were together and I got drunk." Images and sensations of Joey's hot tongue pushing its way past the barrier of his lips, while the blond's roughened hands ran rampant over his body caused Kaiba's breath to catch for a moment. He immediately felt his body's reaction to the memory; he was rock hard within seconds.
"Let's not talk about the past," he said in a strained voice, sitting down at a stool in front of the polished bar, hoping to stem a flood of unwanted, mixed-up memories. He felt more nervous than he should have, and for a moment, reconsidered accepting Joey's offer to reschedule. But one glance over at the blond, now in profile, stilled that thought. Why didn't he remember Joey being so gorgeous? But he did remember-more unwanted memories filtered through-the semester of history in his senior year that he spent pining for the blond from the desk behind him, free to watch every move Joey made from his unseen vantage point, and the surreptitious ogling he'd engaged in during phys. Ed.
He shook his head as if to dispel the unbidden memories, fished for a bill from his wallet and laid $100 on the bar. Joey's eyes widened and then he grinned. "I can see where this is heading," he remarked laconically.
"We don't have to spend it all." Kaiba said tartly, and then turned to the approaching bartender. "Club soda and a Macallan, straight up." Might as well stick with the hair of the dog, he thought.
"Oh, but where's the fun in that?" Joey quipped.
"Are you reconsidering your club soda, Wheeler?"
"Maybe I will, after we get something to eat."
"I didn't know I was buying you dinner too," Kaiba replied archly.
"I don't expect you to. I'm buying. I ~am~ a man of means now, after all." The blond boasted, smiling broadly.
The brunet smiled at the opening Joey had presented. "You do realize that your new-found wealth has been built by you pimping my image?" He retorted, quite pleased with himself, and hoping to wipe that goofy grin off the blond's face. But he tossed back the scotch he'd ordered in one gulp, though, suddenly feeling very petty, while he waited for Joey's inevitable explosion. In the silence that ensued, he glanced over to see Joey staring thoughtfully into his drink. "Well?" Kaiba prodded impatiently.
"I'm sorry, man. I was looking at the way the light reflected off of my drink," Joey motioned with his head. Kaiba followed his gaze, momentarily fascinated by the violet hues skating over the surface of the clear liquid and illuminating the effervescent bubbles that rose lazily when Joey rotated the glass. "I can't help where the muses take me," Joey said softly, shrugging his shoulders neutrally.
"It's become more than an annoyance." Kaiba replied blandly. "It needs to stop, Joey."
Joey turned to him, and Kaiba could see his eyes narrowed in anger. But when he spoke, his voice was even and business-like. "I can't help it. When I pick up my brush, it's what wants to be painted. Besides, I've already spoken to my lawyer. You're a public figure, and as long as I'm not doing anything to harm your image, it's okay."
"Wheeler-" Kaiba began to speak, only to have his words cut off by the blond's hand on his sleeve.
"And I know for a fact that it's helped your numbers" Joey continued. "Since I publicly acknowledged that you were my subject, the value of Kaiba Corp's stock has seen a five percent increase. You haven't had any new releases or tie-ins that would account for that either."
"I see you've done your homework," Kaiba said warily, acutely aware of the weight of the blond's hand on his arm.
Joey grinned. "Yep, I figured once I let it slip that you were my subject, the shit was gonna hit the fan."
The bartender strolled by and Kaiba tipped his head, indicating he wanted another drink. He was beginning to feel the effects of the first and it wasn't unpleasant, given the day he'd had. "Hey can ya bring us a bar menu?" Joey asked, adding, "I think I need ta get some food into this guy."
"I don't need a mother," Kaiba bristled.
"Sor-ry," Joey replied in a tone that was anything but.
"So I don't get any say in this matter?" Kaiba asked, sounding more petulant than he wanted to. Joey studied one of the menus the bartender had dropped off.
"Hmm. I was hoping fah something more substantial," he mumbled to himself before turning back to the brunet. "You know what you want?"
Kaiba gave a cursory glance to the menu and ordered the spring rolls from the waiting bartender.
"I'll have those too, and can you bring us a couple of orders of shumai, and the negimaki looks good, too. And I'll have a sake." Joey added.
"I see you've abandoned your tea-totaling for the evening." Kaiba noted.
"Oh that, it helps with digestion." Joey dismissed.
"Are you going to answer my question?" Kaiba prodded.
"What kind of say would you like? You act as if I have one. I already told you that I can't help it."
"Why don't you find another subject?" Kaiba persisted, this time taking a small sip of the amber fluid, deliberately forcing himself to slow down.
"Why's it such a problem fah you?" Joey countered. "You should be flattered."
"Flattered?" Kaiba stammered in disbelief. "Flattered, why? Because I know that you are thinking about me constantly?" He stopped himself then, because he'd never considered that. Before he could stop himself he asked, "Are you doing this because of that night?"
"I thought you said you didn't want to talk about the past," Joey replied sharply, looking away from the brunet. Both men nursed their drinks in silence for a while. Kaiba drained his glass, and ordered another. "I think you should slow down there," Joey cautioned.
"I already told you I don't need a mother." Kaiba snarled, his tongue feeling clumsy and thick in his mouth.
"It's your funeral," Joey replied, pushing aside his drink as the bartender laid their order down in front of them.
They ate in silence for a while, Kaiba once again trying to recall the hazy details of the night in question, but it kept getting mixed up with the other memory. It was hopeless. He turned to the blond, "Can you tell me what happened that night?"
"You don't remember?" Joey asked between bites. " Ya gotta be shittin' me. I was the one who was drunk."
"Humor me."
"What's to tell? I laid my heart on the line and got my head handed to me."
Kaiba knitted his brow. "I don't recall that at all." He said, deciding that being deliberately vague about what he did recall would be the best tactic for the moment. Joey stared at him open-mouthed. "What?" Kaiba asked defensively.
"Why did you ask to meet with me?" Joey changed the subject, his eyes narrowing again, and Kaiba could see he was upset.
"I told you, I want you to stop painting all those pictures of me."
"So then why do you need to know about that night?"
"Because-"
"Forget it. I don't wanna talk about it."
"Joey, please-"
"The most humiliating night of my life, and you don't even remember? That's cold, even fah you," the blond spat bitterly.
Wordlessly, Kaiba swallowed the entire drink the bartender had set in front of him.
"Shit, Kaiba. What the fuck's the matter with you?" Joey hissed. "You're feeding one helluva hangover. Ya got a problem with flying?" He asked, referring to Kaiba's comment that he was heading home the next day.
"No, actually it's making things better." The brunet slurred slightly. And it was. The conflicting memories didn't nearly seem so upsetting with a good buzz on, and the blond was looking even more luscious.
"Yeah, well, I'm all too familiar with that." Joey scowled, rising off the stool. "I think I'd better go." He reached into his pocket for his wallet.
"No, Joey. Don't. Please, stay?" He grabbed the blond's arm. "I'll stop drinking." He offered.
Reluctantly, Joey sat back down and called the bartender over. "Get my friend a pot of tea."
"I told you-"
"Yeah, yeah. I know I'm not your mother. I'm not even your friend, am I?"
Kaiba considered Joey's question for a moment. The heat from the drinks radiating from his stomach was both numbing and comforting. Then, ignoring the blond's inquiry, he persisted. "Please tell me what I did that night, you see, I have another memory, one where I didn't even go to the party." He raised his eyes and met Wheeler's gaze, imploringly, "I need to know what happened."
Joey eyed him guardedly for a minute before continuing slowly. "You did come to the party. When you got there, ya said you were only droppin' in for a few minutes. But you stayed. It took me most of the night to get the courage up to talk with ya, but when I did, it was okay. We were getting along." He stopped and looked away before continuing. "I always liked you. Ya know, ~liked~. I was attracted to you, but you'd made it clear on numerous occasions that I wasn't good enough in your eyes ta even lick your boots. So I started drinking, and when I was drinking, I got the impression that maybe you did like me, maybe all your trash talk was just a charade on your part. I thought ya'd dropped some hints here and there, but now that we were done with school ... well it just got to me that it could be my last chance ta tell you, and you ... you were looking so fucking ... beautiful. So I kissed you." Again Kaiba remembered the moment, Joey's tongue gliding over his lower lip, pressing wantonly against it until he allowed the blond entrance into his mouth. How right it had felt at that moment as the blood rushed to his groin and he imagined the most deliciously wicked things that they could do to each other, the way Joey's hands needfully explored his body only fueling his lustful thoughts. He'd wanted it. He'd refused to believe it then, but Kaiba knew it now, and what was more, he knew that he still wanted the blond. "You seemed really into it. I didn't know what I was doin', hell, we were just kids, right? But I liked what was happening." Joey snorted. "Then, you shut off. You pushed me off of you, and started to walk away. I grabbed you, I said 'Kaiba wait! I need to tell you something, I think I love you!' And you just looked at me with that haughty stare of yours and said, 'Get over it, Mutt. This meant nothing.' I was crushed."
Kaiba didn't know how to react. He remembered the kiss, their make-out session, but not the insult. He remembered being overwhelmed with the intensity of their physicality. Buthe also remembered not going to the party and fighting with Mokuba about it. He suddenly felt completely sober. "Perhaps you were mistaken about what I said?"
"I was drunk, not an idiot, despite popular opinion. I remember it quite clearly, Kaiba. And then, to top it off, for six years you haven't so much acknowledged my existence except through your god-damned lawyer."
Kaiba shook his head. "No, I was the idiot. I was frightened." He confessed.
"For six years?" Joey asked incredulously. "Not that you owed me anything, but an explanation would have been nice."
That's where things get hazy, Kaiba thought to himself, miserably. He reached into his pocket to rub the prescription bottles like a talisman. Because until he woken up earlier that day, he could swear that he'd never even thought about the blond in a sexual way. But that belief extended from the other memories, the ones that were beginning to seem less and less like the true ones as the day progressed.
"I don't expect you to believe me, but until I woke up this morning," he shrugged his shoulders dejectedly, "Hell, I can't even make heads or tails of what I'm about to say-until I woke up this morning, I had no recollection of any of what you're telling me-the kiss, the attraction, certainly not my cruel response." He let it go there, knowing he would be at a loss trying to explain any of the other memories.
Joey sighed deeply, and Kaiba waited for the blond to lay into him. Instead, he replied downheartedly, "It's really hard for me to believe that it meant so little to you." When the brunet remained silent, he asked tentatively, "But you remember now?" Kaiba nodded. "So then can you understand why I can't stop?"
"Painting my picture?" He asked, bewildered that the blond had just simply internalized his statement, without passing judgment on his questionable sanity.
"Yes," Joey said resignedly. When Kaiba didn't respond, he elaborated. "It was the only way I could get your attention. You wouldn't return my phone calls; you had my emails bounced back, God only knows how many of my letters you tossed in the garbage. I needed to talk to you, and it just all started to come out in my work. But I never guessed it was because you'd forgotten." He added sadly.
"Joey, I don't know what to say." It bothered Kaiba to know that his actions or inactions-whether they were real or imagined, he still wasn't sure, but it couldn't be possible that they were sharing the same delusions and hallucinations, he reminded himself-had hurt the blond. "I'm sorry, very sorry. I never meant to hurt you." Even as the words slipped out, he questioned himself, probing his mind and his heart; that what he was saying, was the truth. It was, he'd never wanted to hurt Joey. He'd only said those awful words because he'd been frightened half to death by his feelings.
"S'okay." The blond shrugged. "You're a busy man."
"No, it isn't okay. Joey, you need to believe me. I never meant to hurt you." He repeated as he placed his hand on the back of the blond's neck. "Do you think you could forgive me?"
"I'd like to. There was just so much I wanted to say to you back then ..."
"Well," Kaiba said, smiling for the first time. "I'm here now. What is it that you had to say?" He saw Joey swallow hard.
The blond shrugged. "Honestly, I don't know anymore."
"You're kidding." Kaiba snorted. "You have my undivided attention, Wheeler. What is it that you wanted to say to me?" He was beginning to feel like himself again for the first time since he'd been awakened by his lawyer. He thought about retrieving the papers he'd never collected from the front desk, but he didn't want to ruin the moment. By letting go of the past, Joey had unwittingly given him a gift. Perhaps it would be easier for him to forget, as well.
"Do you know why you're always alone in the paintings?" Joey asked suddenly.
"I never really gave it much thought."
"Well, you aren't really alone. I'm staring at you, from outside the frame."
Kaiba knit his brow. "Do you realize how ... creepy that is?"
"You think I don't know that? Look the fact of the matter is, I never stopped wanting you," Joey confessed and then added angrily. "Fine, you want me to stop painting you, Kaiba, then let's finish what we started back then. Then maybe I could be done with you."
"Now, I know you must be joking, Wheeler." Kaiba said levelly, belying his quickening heartbeat. But the thought of Joey touching him like that again sent thrilling little shivers down his spine. Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea, he thought to himself. No, that was insane ... but then after everything that had happened, maybe that was the most rational thought he'd had all day. He had to admit sleeping with the blond wouldn't be the worst mistake he'd ever made, even if it didn't mean that Joey would stop painting those blasted pictures. But that was beside the point. Joey was right, they did have unfinished business. Maybe that was what these conflicting memories were all about. It wasn't just stress in general, like the psychiatrist had posited-perhaps the way he'd left things back at that party, and the fallout that had happened over the years since-was the reason he was having all these memory ... disturbances. It didn't seem so far-fetched anymore. And maybe if the screwed each other, they'd both get the other out of their systems.
"Still scared?" Joey challenged, reading Kaiba's hesitation as indecision. They stared at each other for a few moments before Kaiba broke the gaze. He fished another bill out of his wallet and laid it on the bar. Scared indeed, he snorted, his throbbing groin telling him otherwise.
"We're done here. Let's go," he said, grabbing the blond by his arm.
Joey shook loose from his grasp. "Where are we going?"
"To my room. We have some unfinished business." He smiled brazenly.
~TBC~
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