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Yu-Gi-Oh! Dragon Slayer	By : Smenkhkara Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5745 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! or any of its characters. Yu-Gi-Oh! is the trademark of Kazuki Takahashi. Nor do I make any money from the writting of these stories.

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Chapter Three

   Wednesday morning found Joey leaning with his back against the main counter of the Kame Game Shop; Yugi sitting behind him reading the morning paper.
   “Anyt’in' gawd in de news, Yug'?” The blond asked over his shoulder.
   “No.” His friend answered with a shake of his head. “Nothing. I don't even know why I bother reading the damn thing.” He added as he rolled it up and tossed it aside. “Grandpa likes to browse through it but I'm only interested in your column on Saturdays.”
   Joey reached up to scratch the back of his head in embarrassment. A bright crimson blush rose to colour his cheeks and he admitted, “I 'onestly don' knaw 'ow ya an' Tris’an eve’ talke’ me inta writin' dat damn t’in' in de firs' place.”
“I think you're doing a fantastic job.” Yugi praised, pointing a finger at his friend and levelling him with a no-nonsense glare, “And don't even think about stopping because if you do, you'll answer to me. Understand?”
   Another blush crept over the blonds' features and he shrugged. “Couldn' even if I wante’ ta. It's good mone' an' I need as muc' as I can get righ' naw.”
   That last statement brought a look of concern to the short duelist's face. His amethyst-coloured eyes narrowed in quiet speculation and he began hesitantly. “You know, Joey, I don't like to pry but…”
   “'Den don', Yug'. It ain't nawbody's business but mine.” The blond cut him off, a slight bit of annoyance showing in his tone.
   The spiky-haired youth sighed and dropped the subject. Joey's family and financial problems were a taboo issue and the last thing Yugi wanted to do was piss off his best friend.
   “Fine. I'll let it go, for now, but you know if you ever need anything, I'm there for you.”
   Wheeler hung his head and released a sigh of his own. He tucked his hands in the pockets of his jeans and kicked at an imaginary piece of dirt on the floor of the store, finally adding, “I knaw, man, an' I really 'preciate it. But dis is some'in' I gotta da. Ya knaw wha' I mean?” He finished turning around to look at his friend with pleading eyes.
   A genuine smile touched the young duelist's face and Joey felt some of the tension leave his body. “Yeah, I understand.” He nodded.
   “Good.” The blond finished as he reached up to push a stray pamphlet across the countertop.
   For a brief moment the store was filled with silence while both friends searched for something to say. Deciding to fall back to a safer topic, Yugi picked up on their previous conversation.
   “So,” he began putting his elbows on the counter and bracing his chin in his hands. “Have you decided where you're going to go for dinner tomorrow night?”
   “Ac'ually, Yug', I've 'ad ta move dat ta We'nesdays 'cause o’ my jawb a' de club.” Joey reminded his friend as he placed his forearm on the spot where the pamphlet had been sitting. Resting his weight on the glass surface, the blond leaned over and crossed his legs at his ankles.
   “Right, I forgot about that.” Yugi acknowledged as his left hand reached down to toy with a folded advertisement of his own. “But that doesn't answer my question.” He added. “And if you've moved your dinner to Wednesdays then you have to come up with something quick, because tonight's Wednesday night.
   Joey smiled and with a shrug looked at his friend. “'Aven't gotta clue. Any ideas?” He asked.
   The young duelist fell silent as he tried to come up with a solution. His mind ran through a dozen different possibilities but none of them seemed like the kind of restaurants Joey's Editor in Chief wanted the blond to write about.
   Suddenly, Yugi's eyes took on a bright sheen and a huge smile touched his lips. “I have the perfect place.” He announced with excitement as he reached for the newspaper he'd tossed aside earlier.
   “W'ere?” Joey asked, his head snapping upwards. He watched in silent anticipation as Yugi began flipping through the pages, then the spiky-haired youth stopped and quickly scanned the advertisements in front of him, slapping the counter in triumph when he found what he'd been searching for.
   “There.” He announced turning the newspaper around so Joey could read it. “Mokie's. It's a new high-class restaurant that opened up last year. Suppose to be French Cuisine or something like that. Anyway,” he continued. “Mr. Grayson would love you to write a review on that place.”
   Joey quickly read the ad Yugi was pointing to, then looked at his friend, a huge smile appearing on his face. “Mokie's it is.” He announced with great satisfaction.

* * *

   The stoic CEO reached across the polished surface of his desk to hit a key on his computer, disconnecting him from his latest conference call with his brother. Things were still going well in America but the longer Mokuba was gone the more Kaiba was beginning to feel the strain of their separation.
   Ever since they'd been dropped off at the orphanage the two brothers had never been apart for any great length of time. The longest period had been the six months between Death-T and Duelist Kingdom when he'd fallen into his 'coma' and Pegasus had kidnapped Mokuba to try and take control of KaibaCorp. But here they were, almost a whole year apart, and Kaiba had to admit he was beginning to feel lonely.
   Slowly, he swivelled his chair to face the wall of windows behind him. Engaging in his favourite pastime, Kaiba stared out at the city and remembered with fondness the day he had asked Mokuba to head up the American project.
   Mokuba had just finished putting the final touches on his restaurant when Mr. Ebisu had called to inform them that the property was ready to start construction for the new KaibaLand. Both brothers had been equally excited to hear the good news. It had taken them over a year to clearcut the land and install sewage and utilities that would house the new theme park and they were eager to get started.
   Mokuba had shown the most excitement and Seto had asked him to oversee development. At first, the raven-haired youth had been reluctant to say yes, afraid he would disappoint his older brother. But after seeing the success of his restaurant and reminding himself that Seto had taken control of KaibaCorp when he was only fifteen, the teenager couldn't find a valid reason to say no.
   The ascetic businessman smiled to himself as he remembered the promise he'd made to his little brother all those years ago. They had been making sand castles in the playground beside the orphanage. It had been his brother's favourite pastime. Seto was telling Mokuba about the time their father had taken him to an amusement park and while he was telling the story, he built the park in the sand in order to give his little brother an idea of what everything had looked like.

   '“That is such an awesome rollercoaster, Seto. I wish I could have been there to see it.”
   “You like it?” He asked.
   “Yeah!” The raven-haired youth exclaimed.
   “Well then, someday, I promise I'll build you a real one.”
   “A real rollercoaster? Just for the two of us?” His brother asked again with youthful innocence.
   “Not quote, Mokie.” Seto replied with a fond shake of his head. “First off, it'll be a whole amusement park, not just one rollercoaster. Second, everyone's invited.”
   “They are?”
   “Yep.” Seto acknowledged. “And that's not all.” He continued, the excitement of his idea taking hold and filling him with a youthful exhilaration. “You and I are going to open up a whole chain of amusement parks, all around the world. Every major continent will have one. We'll be a household name. These things will be huge and everyone on earth will want to vacation there!” His enthusiasm was so great he jumped to his feet and threw his hands in the air.
   “What are we going to call it?” Mokuba asked. His voice had taken on a solemn tone and, hanging his head, he added, “we don't have a name.”
   The smile dropped form Seto's face and his arms fell to his sides, looking at his little brother with great trepidation. Crossing to the other side of the sandbox Seto knelt down beside Mokuba and placed a reassuring hand on his tiny shoulder. “I don't know, Mokie.” He said with concern. “But I'll tell you what. You come up with a name and we'll go from there. Sound good?” He asked hoping to raise his brother's spirits.
   Mokuba's eyes lit up with true elation and throwing his arms around Seto's neck he exclaimed. “Sounds great!”'

   That conversation had changed his life and from that moment forward, Kaiba had done everything in his power to keep his promise. And, so far, he hadn't done too bad.
   The New York site would be the fourth KaibaLand to exist and the second international one to be built. The indoor amusement park in Domino City, the KaibaLand they’d built south-west of Osaka in the Nara Region here in Japan and the forty-eight square mile park located on the eastern boarder of California, were already generating a sizeable profit and Seto expected to see a return on this new investment in less than a year. That was, if they could get it built.
   Kaiba sighed as the weight of his own responsibilities started to settle in around him. He had less than four months to prove he was worthy of continuing his duties as CEO of KaibaCorp or the Board of Directors were going to vote him out and place someone else in charge. If he couldn't continue to demonstrate, by his twenty-first birthday, that he was still capable of turning a yearly profit for the company then the Board and the Shareholders would find someone who could. The new Virtual Reality Role Playing Game Kaiba had developed had hit the market as a huge success but the company needed this amusement park in order to make projected sales for the year and time was running out.
   The despair of missing his younger brother and the thought of losing everything he'd worked so hard for threatened to consume the brunette and Kaiba fought to maintain control of his emotions. It didn't help, either, that erotic fantasies of a certain breathtaking blond was keeping him awake at nights. Feeling the sudden urge to be as close to his little brother as possible, the stoic CEO reached for the Kc pin on his collar and waited for Roland to respond.
   “Yes, Mr. Kaiba?”
   “Roland, get the limo ready. We're going out for dinner.”
   “Yes, Mr. Kaiba. Right away, Sir.”

* * *

   Seto blew by the Maitre 'd's station. His long, eloquent strides never once faltering as he made his way down the main aisle of the establishment to the back were the Kaiba Private Dining Room was located. It never once occurred to him to stop and ask if everything was in order. Since his little brother owned the restaurant he just assumed the room would always be ready for his arrival, anytime, day or night.
   So, he was completely taken off guard when the Maitre 'd came running around the corner of the back hallway and stepped directly in front of him, effectively cutting off his approach.
   “What the hell?” Kaiba exclaimed glaring down at the Master of the Establishment with narrowed, ice-blue eyes.
   That cold stare sent a shiver down the length of the Maitre 'd's spine and he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he'd effectively ended his career.
   “Excusez-moi, Monsieur Kaiba, I beg your pardon but I cannot seat you tonight.” The Head Waiter cringed and silently waited for the inevitable explosion.
   “And why not?” Kaiba purred as he slowly crossed his arms. It was the only way to stop himself from wringing the French tarts' scrawny neck.
   Pierre absently wrung his hands together as he croaked out an explanation. “We've had an unexpected visitor, Monsieur, and as you can see…” He gestured to the room at large, “we are very busy tonight. I had no choice but to seat him at your table.” He bowed graciously at the waist and apologized for his unprofessional behaviour. “You must understand, s'il vous plait, if I had turned him away, he could have destroyed the reputation of this restaurant in a single day.”
   That last statement shocked Kaiba. Who could be so formidable that their presence not only frightened the Maitre 'd but that their words could destroy Mokuba's restaurant? Suddenly fascinated by the thought of meeting such a man he side-stepped the employee and continued towards the dining room.
   A horrid look crossed the Maitre 'd's face and he swung around to follow the stoic CEO. “Monsieur Kaiba, what are you doing?”
   “What I came here to do.” He threw over his shoulder. “Have dinner.“ When he arrived at the door to the dining room he turned on the Maitre 'd and demanded. “Do you know this man?”
   “Oui, Monsieur Kaiba, he is the city's most famous food critic. His column is in the Saturday City Herald. Everyone reads it. He's opinion has already shut down three restaurants in the last two months, alone.”
   The brunette narrowed his eyes and looked at the annoying employee with barely concealed contempt. A food critic? No wonder the Maitre 'd was so nervous.
   A tiny smirk touched his lips and Seto began to lay the foundation to a plan that would impress the Queen of England, herself. “Bring up the '82 Boudreaux we have stored in the basement. I want the wine to flow freely tonight. Second, whatever the Head Chef was making for him, throw it out. He'll be eating what I eat, understood?”
   “Oui, Monsieur Kaiba.” Pierre nodded.
   “Also, make sure the Head Chef prepares Crème Brûlée for dessert and finally, have my brandy and cigars ready to serve immediately after dinner.” He commanded with calm authority.
   “Oui, Monsieur Kaiba.” The Maitre 'd acknowledged with a graceful bow and turned to carry out his duties.
   With his instructions in place Seto reached for the doorknob. Suddenly he stopped, forgetting a very important piece of information. Calling after the Head Waiter he demanded, “What's his name?”
   Pierre halted his departure and turning to face the imposing businessman, he replied, “Monsieur Joseph Wheeler.” The Maitre 'd delivered graciously, then bowed again and continued down the hallway to the back rooms.
   Kaiba sucked in a sharp breath and tried his best to hide his surprise, failing miserably. He glanced at his Personal Assistant, his eyes losing their harshness and taking on a surprisingly helpless look. Fear and excitement coursed through ever fibre of Seto's being and for a brief moment, Kaiba couldn't breath. Fighting desperately to pull some air into his constricted lungs the stoic CEO frantically ran through his options. He shook his head as he realized he had no choice, he couldn't back out now but Seto found himself unable to move forward.
   “I will make sure you two are not disturbed, Mr. Kaiba.” Roland stated quietly.
   Slightly relieved with his Personal Assistant's declaration, the brunette turned to face the door, once again. He heaved a deep sigh and did his best to conjure up all his strength and courage.
   'This one's for you, Mokie.' He thought as he reached for the doorknob.

   When Kaiba entered the room the door closed softly behind him and he took a moment to gather his thoughts. Quietly, he scanned the large space and marvelled at it's design. The handsome brunette had only been there once before. It had been the night Mokuba had opened the restaurant and Seto had been pleased to see his brother had decorated the dining room with him in mind.
   Everything had a classic style. The décor was something out of an old black 'n white movie. The walls were papered in red with a gold-leaf design embedded in the rich silk and the floor was covered in a lush, gold carpet. The furniture, the fireplace and the mouldings around the door, including the eight-inch high baseboards and the door itself were all carved from a dark mahogany wood. The room was littered with brass ornaments and a gigantic oil painting hung above the fireplace.
   One wall of the room was made entirely of glass windows that ran from floor to ceiling. They were two-way mirrors and they gave the occupants of the room the luxury of looking out into the restaurant without the patrons being able to see in. And located directly in the centre of the room was the table. Circular in design, it was only big enough to seat two people and that's where Kaiba spotted Joey. He was sitting in one of the two winged-backed chairs situated on either side of the table. Since his back was to the door, Seto couldn't make out any details other than the crown of Wheeler's head.
   Joey's presence was an intrusion into his world and he had to suppress the urge to kick him out. Leaving Kaiba to wonder, for the umpteenth-millionth time, how many jobs the stupid Mutt had and, for the umpteenth-millionth time, he wondered why Joey needed the money so badly. Shaking the thought from his mind he quietly crossed the room and came to a halt directly behind the object of his desire. Seto folded his arms over his chest and growled out his greeting.
   “Comfortable Mutt?” He scowled, quickly forcing down the urge to sink his fingers into that beautiful mane of silky, blond hair.
   The wine glass Joey was holding halted its assent as he froze. The seconds ticked by with agonizing slowness as the blond realized who was standing behind him. Finally hanging his head in his hand, Joey closed his eyes and muttered, “Its official, Gawd 'ates me.”
   'You and me, both.' Kaiba silently admitted to himself. Aloud he replied, “I doubt its personal. He probably doesn't even know you exist.”
   The blond harrumphed at the heartless comment and ventured a tentative glance over his left shoulder. He watched as an attendant entered the room and removed Kaiba's ankle-length, white leather trench coat. Against his better judgment Joey's eyes roved hungrily over the lithe form, taking in every detail.
   The stoic CEO was dressed in his signature white and blue. The expensive Italian linen, Gucci creation was personally tailored to hug every curve of the brunette's handsome form. A light-blue, silk shirt adorned the ascetic businessman's upper torso and a dark-blue, silk tie hung with perfect precision around his neck. A white leather belt encircled his waist and white leather Oxfords graced his feet. But the tasteful extravagance that captured Joey's attention was the simple application of jewelry that accented Kaiba's ensemble. Embedded in the rich folds of his tie was a circular, golden pin showcasing a large, iridescent, light-blue stone. The cufflinks at his wrists sported the same inlaid design and resting delicately on the third finger of his right hand was a quarter-inch thick, gold band bearing the same coloured gem in a rather large, oval cut.
   “Moder o' Pearl?” The blond uttered his thoughts aloud.
   “What?' Kaiba asked confused.
   “Ya're ring.” Joey identified, casually gesturing towards the object. “Is dat Moder o' Pearl?”
For a moment, Kaiba appeared offended by the question. When he realized the remark was genuine, the brunette slowly shook his head and pitied Wheeler's lack of education.
   “Hardly. I wouldn't be caught dead in something so cheap.” Kaiba scoffed as he took a seat on the other side of the table.
   “Den wha' is it?” Joey asked with renewed curiosity.
   The eloquent brunette casually folded his hands in his lap and replied. “It's Peruvian Blue Opal. Very rare and very expensive.”
   “Never 'eard o' it.” Joey admitted taking a drink from his glass.
   “I'm not surprised.” Kaiba shot back.
   “An' wha's dat s’pose ta mean?” The blond bit out defensively.
   “Nothing.” Kaiba replied. “Its just that its not a very common stone.”
   “Are ya sayin' dat 'm common?”
   “Joey.” Kaiba pleaded with a deep sigh. “I didn't come here to fight.” He finished as he absently rested his elbow on the arm of his chair and casually reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose. It was an automatic gesture that indicated the CEO was coming down with a headache.
   The blond physically relaxed when he heard the tired plea. There was no mistaking the fatigue in the brunette's voice and Joey silently berated himself for being so selfish. “Sorry, Kaiba. Didn' mean ta be sa defensive. Guess ya jus' brin' ou' de best in me, dat's all.”
   A rare smile touched the ascetic businessman's face and Joey had to fight to keep from jumping out of his chair and planting a well-deserved kiss on those luscious lips. Crossing his legs, the brunette gently laid his head against the back of his chair. “It's my birthstone.” He offered graciously.
   Joey quickly ducked his head in order to hide his eyes from the rare, tantalizing view Kaiba was presenting, and casually whispered a single word, “Nice.”
   Just then the waiter returned to pour Kaiba a glass of wine. When he was finished the brunette's hand snaked out to pluck the goblet from the table. His long fingers curled gracefully around the crystal stem and he took a dainty sip as he silently studied the blond sitting across from him.
   Kaiba had never seen Joey in a suit before. He was impressed by how well it complimented his physique and the stoic CEO approved of Wheeler's choice of colour. Also dressed in white, along with a white tie, shoes and belt, the only differences between the two young men was the quality of Joey's clothing and the emerald-green dress shirt that covered the blond's upper body. The rich, jewelled tone only served to enhance the colour of his honey-brown eyes, helping to pick up light-green flecks the brunette had never noticed before. Silently cursing the sudden dryness in his mouth, Kaiba took another sip of wine before leaning his head against the back of his chair and turning to gaze out the windows in front of him.
   “Sa, wha'cha ya doin' 'ere, tonigh', 'sides tormen’in' me?” Joey asked as the waiter appeared to top off his glass.
   Unsure how to answer that question, Kaiba decided to fall back on the truth. “I miss my little brother.” He admitted with great reluctance but continued. “And I thought if I came here for dinner it might not be so bad.”
   “W'y 'ere?” The blond inquired.
   “Because this is Mokuba's restaurant.” He answered with a gesture of his hand as if stating the obvious.
   Stunned, Joey looked at Kaiba then scanned the room they were sitting in. “Dis place is ya're broder's?” He asked.
   “What's the name of the restaurant?” The brunette inquired as his head rolled back to focus on the blond.
   For a moment, Joey was silent as he thought about the name of the place, then realization dawned on him and he locked eyes with Kaiba.
   Seto slowly shook his head and added into the silence. “Sometimes, Wheeler, I swear you're as dumb as a post.”
   Just then, the waiter returned with the first course and Kaiba leaned forward to place his goblet on the table. Joey, on the other hand, hung his head in his hand for the second time that night and cursed his best friend's grand ideas.
   “'M gonna kill Yugi.” He admitted.
   “What does that idiot have to do with any of this?” Kaiba asked as he picked up a small, silver spoon and scooped a tiny black substance out of the silver dish in front of him, then he spread the expensive appetizer on a French cracker and added some sour cream. Leaning back in his chair, he crossed his legs and took a dainty bite savouring the unique taste.
   “It was 'is idea fawr me ta come 'ere.” Joey admitted as he carefully eyed the tray that had been placed before him.
   “Only serves to prove he's as dumb as you are.” Kaiba scoffed and took another bite.
   “'Kay, Rich Boy, enough wit’ de insul's.” He levelled the brunette with a deadly look, then turned back to stare at the food. “Wha's dis?” He asked with genuine curiosity.
   “Beluga caviar.” The stoic CEO answered, finishing his cracker and reaching for another one. “It's a rare an expensive delicacy. Try it, you'll like it.”
   “'Ow are ya s’pose ta ea' it?” Joey asked feeling like the uneducated fool Kaiba just accused him of being.
   “Here, I'll show you.” Seto picked up the silver spoon and walked Joey through the preparation of the cracker. When he was finished, he sat back in his chair and took another piece.
   Carefully, Joey reached out and prepared his own cracker, finally sitting back in his chair and taking a huge bite. The tiny eggs danced around his mouth as he chewed, their extravagant taste exploded across his tongue as he bit down and crunched them open. The cracker seemed to dull the flavour while the sour cream only seemed to enhance it. All in all, an experience Joey found himself enjoying as he reached for another cracker.
   Kaiba sat in quiet contemplation as he watched Joey enjoy the expensive appetizer and silently approved on how well the blond's table manners had become since the last time he had seen him eat. Unable to stop himself, he remarked on the improvement.
   Joey scoffed around a mouthful of food and swallowed before answering. “Yug' insisted dat since I was gonna be eatin' in fancy restauran's, I should learn 'ow ta da it properly.” He risked a tentative glance at the ascetic businessman and continued. “Dere's dis elderly English lady dat lives in my buildin'. One day, I asked 'er ta teach me dinin' etiquette. She never even 'esitated ta say yea'. Since den, she's spen' de las' few mont’s poundin' it inta me like some kinda Drill Sergean'.”
   Kaiba chuckled at the picture Joey's words conjured up and reached for another cracker. “Forgive me for asking,” The brunette ventured as he laid his spoon on the tray. “But how did you become a food critic?” He sat back in his chair, this time taking his glass of wine with him, and patiently waited for Joey's reply.
   “Dat woul’ be anot’er one o' Yug's ideas.” The blond simply stated. “Well, Yug’ an' Tris’an's.” He amended and continued. “A few mont’s ago I was lookin' fawr a jawb dat paid good mone' bu’ didn' take up a lot o' my time. Yug's Gran’pa reads de paper everyday an' some'imes Yug' t’umbs t’rough it. 'E mentione' dat 'e'd seen an ad fawr a columnis'.” Joey shrugged, remembering that day well.
   The three friends had been in the Game Shop talking when Joey had mentioned he needed another job. The blond had effectively side-stepped their questions regarding why and he'd managed to talk them into finding a solution. That's when Yugi had mentioned seeing the advertisement. Pulling himself out of his reverie he chanced a look at the stoic CEO, amazed to see Kaiba hanging off his every word. Fascinated with the brunette's interest he continued.
   “A'parently, de 'Erald was lookin' fawr people ta write stories an' Yug’ t’ough’ I shoul’ give it a try. Den we 'ad ta come up wit’ some'in' I could write 'bout. Tris’an suggested fawd since I knaw more 'bout dat subject' dan anyone else. I bi' de bullet an' da next nigh' de t’ree o' us wen' ta a local restauran' fawr dinner. Af’erwards, I wrote a piece on wha' I t'ough' 'bout de fawd, de way de place was decorated, 'ow good de service was, ya know, dat kinda stuff. Anywa‘,” Joey added taking a drink from his glass. “I sen' it inta de paper de next day an' de day af’er dat I gawt a call from de Editor 'n Chief. 'E love' de column. Said my idea was pretty original, since Domino didn' 'ave a fawd critic. Guess 'e t'ough' it would sell papers o' some'in'. Sa, 'ere I am.” He finished and took another sip of wine as the room fell silent.
   Throughout the entire story Kaiba's expression had turned from one of shock to one of admiration. He never thought Joey could come up with an idea like that let alone be good enough to write about it and before he knew what he was saying, the brunette was voicing his opinions aloud.
   Slowly, Joey shook his head and wondered why he even bothered to give Kaiba the benefit of the doubt. A nagging voice in the back of his mind told him the guy was never going to change.
   “Ya knaw, Kaiba.” He countered dryly. “I gawt mo'e brains an' a lawt mo'e talen’ dan ya give me credi' fawr an' one o' dese days,” He continued levelling the successful businessman with a dirty look, “'M gonna prove it ta ya.” He downed the last of his wine in one swallow and held out the glass so the attendant could refill it. When the young man was finished Joey took another mouthful and cursed himself for letting the arrogant CEO get under his skin.
   “Forgive me.” Kaiba apologized as he finished the last of his appetizer and nodded for the waiter to refill his own glass. “I just never took you for being a writer, that's all.”
   “Goes ta shaw wha' ya knaw.” The blond scoffed. He finished the last of the caviar and settled back in his chair to await the next course.
   Seto silently berated himself for his heartless comment. It hadn't been his intention to insult the blond and he found himself truly regretting his thoughtlessness. Finding, to his amazement, that he was genuinely interested in the story, he tried to get Wheeler to elaborate. “Then why don't you educate me.” He challenged.
   “Wadda ya care?” Joey shot back.
   “Honestly, I do or I wouldn't be asking.”
   The blond scoffed at that last statement and muttered under his breath, “It's a lon’ story.”
   “We, apparently, have all night.” Kaiba gestured to the room at large.
   “It's a personal t’ing 'tween me an' my sis’er. Maybe I'll tell ya 'bout it some'ime but nawt tonigh'” Joey dodged. “' Sides,” he continued. “I 'ave a ques’ion fawr ya.” The blond stated, effectively changing the subject.
   “And what would that be?” The brunette inquired.
   “W'y is dis Mokuba's restauran' an' nawt ya're's?”
   Kaiba smiled affectionately at the memory Joey's question conjured up and looking down into his goblet he silently studied the red liquid contained within. Taking a sip he leaned his head against the back of his chair and closed his eyes, thoughts of his little brother renewing the pain of his absence. As the minutes ticked by, Kaiba realized that Joey was waiting patiently for his response.
   Deciding to reward his dinner companion for revealing a little bit about himself, Seto opened his eyes and looked at the blond. “It was his fifteenth birthday present.” The brunette answered with a genuine smile.
   Once again, Joey found himself fighting the urge to taste those beautifully, sculpted lips. He was shocked to realize how much he loved the way Kaiba smiled. It seemed to make his already vibrant, blue eyes shine even brighter, making his own eyes widened in surprise as Kaiba's words sunk in. “Ya bough' Mokuba a restauran' fawr 'is birt'day?” He exclaimed.
   The CEO's smile grew and with a chuckle and a single shake of his head he replied. “No. I lent Mokuba the money to open a business. Or, should I say, I talked the Board of Directors into lending Mokuba the money.” He amended. “It was his choice to make it a restaurant.”
   “Wow,” Joey whispered. “Mus' be nice.”
   At that admission, the second course arrived. The waiter placed a bowl of light-green coloured soup in front of the blond and another one in front of Kaiba. The simple fare was decorated with a single, white swirl in the centre of the dish and a mint leaf in the centre of the swirl. Joey picked up his spoon and dipped it into the soup. Bringing it to his lips, he almost spit it back out when he discovered the broth was ice cold.
   “Gawd, its col'!” He exclaimed as he reached for his napkin to wipe away a stray drop that had fallen on his chin.
   Surprisingly, Joey's reaction was met with the most unlikely of responses. The usually calm and collective CEO of KaibaCorp threw his head back and roared with laughter. The deep, rich sound echoed throughout the room and came to settle on the ears of a very shocked blond. Joey's mouth dropped open in astonishment as the velvety sound washed over him. He'd never heard Kaiba laugh like that before and he found himself wishing the brunette would do it more often.
   As the ascetic businessman continued his hysterics Joey's eyes narrowed and he bit out defensively. “'Avin' a good time at my expense, are we?” He asked and waited impatiently for Kaiba to finish.
   “Yes.” Seto managed to push out as he fought to get himself under control. With a hearty sigh he chuckled one last time and reached up to wipe away a tear that had formed at the corner of his eye, silently thanking the blond for the entertainment. He hadn't laughed like that in years.
   “Glad I coul' be o' service.” Joey shot out in a bitter tone, tossing his napkin down on the table and leaning back in his chair. “Jus' fawr dat, I shoul' write a ba’ review.” He threatened as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
   “Oh God, Joey, I'm sorry.” Seto apologized as another giggle escaped his lips. “But I thought you knew about food?” He challenged.
   “I da.”
   “Apparently not.” Kaiba countered. “Listen,” He continued as if speaking to a small child. “We're in a French restaurant and the cuisine we're eating is French. I just assumed you knew, Vichyssoise is suppose to be served cold.”
   “Vic'yswoise?” Joey inquired as he tried to wrap his tongue around the word.
   “Yes.” Kaiba acknowledged and proceeded to explain. “It's a leek and potato soup and it's very good. Please, give it a try. It's one of my favourites” He encouraged as he reached for his own spoon. Eloquently, Kaiba dipped the utensil into his bowl and brought it to his mouth, savouring the thick, creamy broth.
   Joey relented and decided to give the soup another try. Once he got use to the temperature, he discovered he really enjoyed the flavour.
   They finished the second course in silence while Kaiba took the time to study the blond further. The brunette was amazed to realize that once he got past the rough, street-wise exterior, Wheeler had a lot to offer underneath and Seto found himself wanting to find out more. But what more did he want to know? He was definitely interested in learning why Joey had so many jobs and what he needed the money for but he didn't want to travel down that road, afraid the conversation might lead them back to that night at the Dark Realm. Still, his curiosity got the better of him and choosing his words carefully he asked.
   “So, what else do you do?” He inquired as he placed his soup spoon beside the empty dish and reached for his wine glass.
   Joey mirrored the CEO's movements and leaned back in his chair. He took a drink of the rich, red liquid and quietly studied the brunette, wondering why he was so curious. Taking the time to formulate an answer, the blond held out his glass and waited for the attendant to refill it.
   Deciding to go with honesty, Joey took another mouthful and replied. “I 'ave fawr jawbs in to'al.” He admitted and paused for Kaiba's response. When none came, he added. “On Tuesdays an' T’ursdays I 'ave two paper rou’es I deliver fawr.”
   “How well does that pay, if you don't mind my asking?” The brunette inquired suddenly taking on a very business-like manner.
   Joey shrugged his shoulders and replied. “Fif’y bucks a rou’e.” He offered.
   Kaiba nodded and took another sip of wine. “What else?” He encouraged and waited for the blond to continue.
   Joey studied the brunette further, wondering about the sudden interest into his career status but decided to let it go, for now. Knowing Kaiba was a man that approved of hard work, Joey chose to lay it all on the line. He would deal with the CEO's reaction to his working class standards later.
   “Ya alrea'y knaw 'bout de column.” Joey gestured around the room with his glass, then brought it to his lips for another sip. The brunette nodded and he added. “I chose a restauran' on We’nesdays an' ea‘. Den I write 'bout it Fridays ta make de fawr o'clock deadline. De column goes in de paper fawr Sa’urdays.”
   “How much does that pay?” Kaiba asked.
   “T’ree ‘undred bucks a week. An', I 'ave an expense accoun’ dat covers de cost o' meals.” Joey contributed the information freely. “Ya alsa knaw 'bout my jawb at de club. Dat one takes up T’ursdays, Fridays an' Sa’urday nights from nine 'til t’ree. An' since I knaw ya're gonna ask, I'll tell ya. De jawb pays fawr 'undred bucks a week.”
   The brunette nodded, seemingly unimpressed by the news and inquired one last time. “And the last job?”
   “I also work as a contrac'or an' landscaper. Sa’urdays an' Sundays, me an' de crew work on a contrac'. ‘Pendin' on de jawb an' 'ow much work's involved, it could take us a couple o' days ta a few weeks ta finish. An' since I knaw ya're gonna ask, de mone' I make ‘pends on de contrac'. But basically, I brin’ in 'bout five 'undred bucks a week.”
   Kaiba nodded and took another sip of wine, then he placed his glass on the table as the main course arrived. He informed his guest the meal was Beef Fillet in a brazed wine sauce accompanied by roasted, red potatoes and seasoned vegetables. Joey nodded his appreciation and dug in, enjoying the juicy taste of the meat and the exquisite taste of the vegetables.
   The stoic CEO, on the other hand, spent the time running over the numbers in his head. All in all, Wheeler's four jobs pulled in approximately six thousand dollars per month and, once again, Kaiba asked himself what the blond needed the money for.
   “Don' boder askin'.” Joey said into the silence as if reading Kaiba's thoughts. “It ain't none o' ya're business.”
   “I don't believe I commented, Wheeler.” Seto announced with an emotionless tone.
   Joey shook his head and washed down a mouthful of food with his wine. “Ya mus’ take me fawr some kinda idio'.” He countered and returned the glass to the table.
   “Joey, please…” Kaiba began as he placed his utensils on his napkin and leaned back in his chair.
   “I ain't tellin' ya sa dawn' ask.” He interrupted with a finality that rendered Kaiba speechless. For a moment, Seto stared at the blond, impressed with the force of his conviction, then the brunette folded his hands in his lap and, with a deep sigh, crossed his legs.
   “I'm only concerned that you're going to kill yourself trying to accomplish something I could easily help you with.”
   “Dat's rich, comin' from ya.“ Joey snorted and downed the last of his wine. The waiter appeared to refill the blond’s glass and Kaiba made a mental note that he was on his fifth one. He waved the attendant away from his own glass and laid his hand back in his lap.
   “Find it hard to believe that I might actually be worried about you?” Kaiba queried.
   “Yea', I da. 'Sides,” Joey added. “Ya're de one dat spends six’een 'ours a day 'oled up in dat stuffy office o' ya're's. Sa, forgive me if I fin' it funny dat ya're lec’uring' me 'bout workin' taw 'ard.”
   With that last statement, Seto had to smile. He couldn't argue with that.
   “Lis'en.” Joey said into the silence. “Da me a favawr an' drop de subjec', will ya. Ya ain't gettin' an answer outta me, sa forge’ it. 'Sides, we're 'avin' such a good time. W'y ruin it by pissin' me off?” He put the glass back on the table as the fourth course arrived. Reaching for his salad fork, he decided to change the subject and asked Kaiba why he was missing his little brother. “W'ere is 'e?” Joey probed and took a mouthful of baby spinach; the raspberry vinaigrette was tart and tangy against his taste buds.
   “He's in the United States.” Kaiba simply stated.
   “W'at's 'e doin' o'er dere?” The blond asked with surprise.
   “He's overseeing construction on our new amusement park.”
   “Ya're buildin' a KaibaLan' in da US?”
   Kaiba nodded. “It's a profitable business venture, population wise. If it's successful, the next one will be located in France.”
   “Geez, 'ow many are ya gonna buil‘?” Joey asked taking another mouthful of food.
   “If I have my way, by the time I'm finished, there will be at least one KaibaLand on every major continent around the world.”
   “Gawd, Kaiba, dat coul’ take a lifetime ta accom’lish.”
   “It's possible.” Seto responded with a shrug. “But it's a lifetime I'm willing to give.” The young businessman admitted and returned his salad fork to the table. He picked up his glass and finished the last of its contents, then waited patiently for dessert to arrive.
   The two young adults fell into another comfortable silence as the waiter cleared the table and set it for the final course. He removed Kaiba's wine glass and replaced it with a crystal sherry glass, adding one to the opposite side of the table. With a short nod from the stoic CEO, the attendant refilled Joey's wine glass and left to retrieve dessert.
   “I have a treat for you.” Kaiba announced breaking the silence.
   “Yea', an' wha' woul' dat be?” Joey asked lifting his honey-brown eyes to look at the brunette.
   “My favourite dessert. One I think you'll enjoy.” Kaiba announced with smug satisfaction . “Ah, right on time.” He announced as the waiter returned with a silver tray bearing the coveted treat. The attendant placed the first crystal dish in front of the blond and the second in front of Kaiba, then he retreated to set the tray down on the sideboard, only to return with a decanter full of a rich, red liquid. He poured some in Joey's sherry glass, then proceeded to fill the young CEO's.
   “First, we have Crème Brûlée.” Kaiba explained. “It's a delightful French dessert whose name means “caramelized cream.” And second, we have a Madeira wine. It's used for desserts and its sweetness only serves to enhance the sugary taste of the dish set before you.” The brunette finished, reaching for his glass and taking a dainty swallow. Placing it back on the table he picked up his spoon and dipped it into the creamy confection. A moment later, Kaiba closed his eyes and released a blissful moan as the tantalizing treat melted in his mouth, his tongue darting out to lap up a stray drop of caramel that had landed on his bottom lip.
   That simple act was almost Joey's undoing. He stifled a moan of his own as erotic fantasies danced through his mind. He vividly saw himself being the one to lick that caramel off Kaiba's mouth and he had to force himself to focus on what he was doing. Reaching for his own glass, the blond took a mouthful, savouring its sweetness, then dug into his own dish. He had to admit, Kaiba was right, the Crème Brûlée was delicious. Hot on the outside and cold on the inside, sweet, rich and creamy, it was definitely one of the best desserts he'd ever tasted.
   Now it was Kaiba's turn to fight against his rising desire as Joey emptied his glass and gesture for the attendant to refill it. The stoic CEO was fascinated as he watched the blond turn eating a simple dessert into a sensual act.
   Finally, the torture was over and Kaiba used his napkin to wipe his mouth clean. Silently, admitting to himself that Joey was right, they were having a good time. Kaiba never realized how much he could enjoy dinner and a conversation with the blond.
   By this time, the waiter had cleared the table of everything except for two, four ounce snifters. He traveled to the sideboard and returned with a crystal decanter and a Rosewood humidor. He poured the brunette a brandy and, opening the box, offered its contents to Kaiba. The ascetic businessman reached inside and withdrew a long, Cuban cigar. The waiter removed a Cutter from the inside of his jacket and snipped the end, then he removed a Zippo and lit the tip. Kaiba took several quick pulls, building up a nice heater before plucking his brandy off the table and leaning back in his chair.
   Crossing his legs he turned to the blond and inquired. “Do you smoke?'
   “Som’times.” Joey replied as he finished the last of his sherry and placed the glass on the table. The attendant removed it and filled his snifter with brandy.
   “Care to join me?” Kaiba asked and gestured towards the box.
   “Sure.” Joey admitted and reached for a cigar as the waiter re-opened the lid. When the blond had made his choice, the attendant cut and lit the cigar with quiet proficiency. When he was finished he set the decanter down and removed the box to the sideboard. Returning with two ivory ashtrays, he placed them on the table and exited the room, leaving the two dinner companions to finish their meal.
   Now, it was Joey's turn to fall into quiet contemplation. He reluctantly admitted to himself that he was impressed. Kaiba certainly knew how to wine and dine a guest. The meal had been rich and extravagant and the liquor had flowed freely. Suddenly, a stray thought struck him and the blond had to smile as he realized Kaiba was trying to get him drunk. 'Boy, was he in for a big surprise.' Joey thought and took another swallow. He had discovered long ago that his high metabolism burned off alcohol faster than he could consume it, leaving him with a strong tolerance to the stuff. Too bad that hadn't been the case with his father.
   Kaiba, on the other hand, was starting to feel its effects. Three glasses of wine was usually more than he consumed at dinnertime. Include the sherry and the brandy along with the fact that this was his first real meal in weeks, in addition to the endless, sleepless nights and he was starting to develop a nice little buzz. The company didn't help either and Kaiba was sorry to see the meal coming to an end. Leaning his head against the back of his chair, the brunette took a moment to study his silent dinner companion.
   Joey had turned in his chair to face the wall of windows, nursing his brandy and watching the patrons dining on the main floor. The profile the blond offered was breathtaking and Kaiba found his blood racing as he burned the scene into his memory.
   Joey crossed his right leg over his left and casually rested his hand upon its knee, expertly cradling the expensive cigar between his first two fingers. He appeared to be deep in thought and the brunette silently wondered what was on his mind.
   “Penny for your thoughts” Kaiba said into the stillness and took a long haul of his expensive cigar.
   “Jus’ a penny?” The blond inquired, a touch of sarcasm in his voice.
   “That's all I can afford right now.” The stoic CEO replied.
   The corner of Joey's mouth turned upwards at Kaiba's sad attempt at humour, then he took a drag off his cigar and slowly released the smoke before washing it down with a mouthful of brandy. Finally, he admitted with a sigh. “Ya knaw, Kaiba. Som’times I envy ya an' som’times I pity ya.”
   “Care to explain that comment, Wheeler?” The brunette exclaimed, surprised by the blond's declaration.
   “Firs', lemme ask. Da ya ea’ like dis of’en?” He inquired gesturing towards the table with his glass.
   “You'd be surprised to learn that I don't, actually.” Kaiba responded with a bit of annoyance.
   “Still,” Joey continued. “I t’ink dis 'as gotta be de firs' time I eve' seen ya take any pleasure in some'in'.”
   “And what does that have to do with your previous statement?”
   “Ya 'ave all dis at ya're beck an' call an' ya take no pride in it.”
   “On the contrary, Wheeler, I'll have you know I'm very proud of Mokuba's achievements. He's done a fabulous job building and running this place.”
   “I dawn't doub' dat.” Joey said. “Bu’ let me ask ya, 'ow long 'as dis place been open?”
   Kaiba had to take a moment to run the numbers through his mind before answering. “Almost two years.” He finally stated.
   “'M,” The blond mused. “An' 'ow many times 'ave ya been 'ere since?”
   “This will be my second time. The first was opening night.” Kaiba offered freely.
   “My poin‘, exac’ly.” Joey injected taking another haul off his cigar. He released the smoke and added. “Mus' be real proud o' 'im.”
   “Don't ever question my devotion to my brother!” The CEO demanded and drank the last of his brandy in one swallow, slamming the empty glass on the table and reaching for the decanter. His anger was so great, it caused him to pour more of the amber liquid into the crystal container than he'd intended.
   “Relax, Kaiba, I ain't ques’ionin' ya're love fawr Mokuba. All's 'm sayin' is dat ya coul' take more pride in it.”
   The ascetic businessman scoffed as he brought the snifter to his lips and took another mouthful. “I don't have time for such nonsense. I'm too busy running a company.”
   “Ya've been sayin' dat since de day we met. Yet, 'ere ya are, takin' time ta 'ave dinner wit’ me.”
   “Not by choice, let me assure you. If I'd had my way, I would have been dining alone this evening.” Kaiba admitted and took another drag off his cigar. Drawing the smoke deep into his chest, he slowly released it through his nostrils. The effect making him look like the dragon the blond had always taken him for.
   “A', dat's wha' I t’ough'.” Joey acknowledged taking a long haul and realizing the truth of the situation. It was exactly what he'd been expecting to hear. Disappointment settled in the general region of his heart and he added “Dis is jus' business. Ya came 'ere fawr dinner only ta fin’ ou' some fawd critic 'ad taken o'er ya're table an' instead o' leavin', ya ‘cided ta budder me up sa I would give Mokuba a good review.”
   Kaiba sucked in a sharp breath, struck speechless by Joey's revelation. That's exactly what this had been about. In the beginning. But over the course of the meal, it had turned into something else. What? The brunette wasn't sure. But definitely more than just business. And in that moment, Seto realized he was afraid to analyze the truth of that statement. Suddenly feeling the need to get as far away from this place, and his dinner companion, as possible, Kaiba downed the last of his brandy and butted out his cigar before he stood and rounded the table to leave.
   Surprised by Kaiba's reaction, Joey gulped down the last of his drink and dropped the cigar he was holding into the ashtray. Jumping out of his chair, he came face-to-face with the ascetic businessman, effectively cutting off his escape.
   “Out of my way, Wheeler.” The brunette growled.
   “‘Ey, don’ get ya're pan’ies in a bunch.” Joey intervened trying to calm the enraged CEO down. “I was jus' makin' an observa’ion. Ya nee’ ta stop seein’ every’in' as a business transac’ion an' star’ takin' a liddle pleasure outta life, dat's all.” As the blond was launching his protest his right hand had come to rest on Kaiba's forearm.
   Maybe it had been the alcohol Seto had consumed or maybe it was the surge of anger coursing through his veins. That, or the heat radiating from Joey's touch, piercing the linen of his suit and burning the cool flesh underneath. Whatever the cause, Kaiba found himself reacting completely out of character. He grabbed the lapels of Joey's suit and lifted him off the floor, propelling him backwards to slam him against the wall, then glaring down into the blond's breathtaking, honey-brown eyes, he growled.
   “You have some nerve lecturing me about business. How about I make an observation of my own. ” He sneered. “After all, wasn't that all I was a few weeks ago, a business transaction?”
   With that last question, Joey's eyes narrowed and he levelled the stoic CEO with a deadly stare. Reaching out, he pushed Kaiba off him and, advancing on the brunette, snarled. “Don' ga talkin' 'bout some'in' ya knaw not’in' 'bout.”
   Kaiba narrowed his own eyes and stood his ground. Crossing his arms in front of his chest he countered. “I don't need to know anything about your life to know you'd sell yourself to a complete stranger for cash.” He teased as his mouth twisted in a wicked grin. “Is it something you do often or just when you're in the mood to feel like a dog?”
   Anger coursed through Joey's veins and with fists clenched at his sides, he barely managed to grind out a retort. “Ya bough' it, sa wha' does dat say 'bout ya?”
   And that's when Kaiba lost it. His perfectly polished exterior visibly crumbled before Joey's eyes and grabbing the collar of his suit jacket, Kaiba pulled the blond against him and captured his mouth in an earth-shattering kiss. Instantly, the tension disappeared from Joey's limbs and his body melted against the tall CEO's. He moaned into the brunette's mouth as he surrendered to his intoxicating taste.
   Seto released a moan of his own as his mind swirled with the luxurious feel of Joey's soft, luscious lips. The wine, sherry and brandy mixed with the sweetness of the tobacco assaulted Kaiba's taste buds, leaving his senses reeling from the exotic combination. He wanted more. Needed to taste more, and the brunette found himself devouring the blond with an uncontrollable hunger.
   And Joey allowed him to feast, giving the CEO everything he had. His hands rose, of their own accord, grabbing hold of the sleeves of Kaiba's suit jacket. His fingers curled into the white linen, drawing the brunette closer, keeping him balanced and giving him the power he needed to match Kaiba's desire.
   The ascetic businessman, on the other hand, laced his long fingers through Joey's silky blond mane and tilting his head back, bared his throat, giving Kaiba access to that gorgeously tanned flesh.
   “Kaiba…“ Joey breathed, and dug his fingers deeper into the expensive material, as the brunette trailed tiny kisses up the curve of his jaw, moving down the length of Wheeler's neck and finally stopping at the expanse of skin just above his collar. Kaiba's tongue snaked out to burn a wet path up Joey's throat and over his chin to end back where he'd started. Once there, the brunette reclaimed the blonds' mouth.
   During the course of Kaiba's passionate barrage, Joey's breathing had gone from steady to laboured. He no longer had the ability to think. His mind swam with a kaleidoscope of emotions he didn't even try to put a name to. All he knew, for sure, was that Kaiba's mouth was doing things to him no one else's ever had.
   Suddenly wanting more, Joey took control. Using his weight as leverage, he pulled Kaiba to the side, forcing him to lose his balance and tumble to the floor. The ascetic businessman landed on his back; the impact knocking the wind out of him. Not that he noticed since he was already breathless from the blond's expert kisses. Before his mind had the chance to register the change in scenery, Joey had followed his companion's decent, straddling his waist and pinning his hands above his head.
   “Wheeler!“ Kaiba exclaimed. Although his retort was short lived as the blond recaptured his lips in another searing kiss.
   The CEO's own mind was thrown into a sea of turmoil as he was physically, and mentally, assaulted with wave after wave of excruciating pleasure. He gave up trying to get his own laboured breathing under control as Joey released his mouth, only to sink his teeth into Kaiba's neck. The brunette's hands clenched into fists as he cried out and arched his back, giving the blond further access to his creamy-white throat, at the same time, the blond's right hand reached down to undo the buttons of Seto's suit jacket.
   Finishing with his neck, Joey released the brunette's wrists, only to sit-up and reach for the front of Kaiba's shirt. His fingertips dug into the expensive silk and he tore the garment wide open, leaving Seto to gasp at the force of Joey's desire.
   “What the hell?” His angered response died on his lips when, a heartbeat later, the blond dipped his gorgeous head to capture a dark-pink nipple.
   Again, the brunette arched his back and cried out Joey's name as the blond toyed with the budding flesh. The skin went taut under his masterful assault and, bearing his teeth, he grabbed hold of a hardened nub and tugged. Another cry echoed off the walls as Kaiba threw his head back and closed his eyes. The brunette's back lifted off the floor and he laced his fingers through Joey's hair, drawing the blond closer to his chest.
   Joey's pride swelled with the knowledge that those noises were because of him. It fuelled his need to press forward and continue what he was doing. He relaxed his jaw and freed Kaiba's nipple, only to draw it into his mouth for another attack. His lips wrapped around the marvellous flesh, sucking till he drew another cry from the stoic CEO.
   Releasing him, Joey lapped at the tender skin as he raised his eyes to watch Kaiba's response. A tiny smile danced across his lips as he drew the hardened nub back into his mouth to repeat the process. At the same time, his right hand played with the other nipple. He pinched and pulled at the brunette's tender flesh, coaxing more sounds from the ascetic businessman. Kaiba squeezed his eyes shut and bit his bottom lip till he tasted blood, swearing he would find a bruise there in the morning.
   Never had the brunette experienced such an onslaught. Always, in the past, he'd been the one in control. Of the handful of encounters he'd ever had, Kaiba had always been the one to set the pace, to inflict the torment and manipulate the response. And in those times, he'd always drawn the line at allowing his associations to return the physical contact. Never wanting, or needing the complicated emotions that went along with it. But now, he found himself aching for it. Craving the feel of Wheeler's soft, feathery touch as it danced across his skin. He sucked in a sharp breath as he felt Joey's skilful fingers leave his nipple and trail down his abdomen to settle at the juncture of his legs, finding and capturing his swelling erection through the linen of his trousers.
   He cried Joey's name again as the blond's lips left Kaiba's chest and returned to his mouth. The stoic CEO leaned into the kiss and released a deep, throaty moan as Joey's right hand squeezed and caressed his throbbing length, then to Kaiba's horror, Wheeler's hand stopped and began searching for the buckle of his belt. He tugged at the accessory till it fell open, giving him access to the buttons underneath.
   Seto's gasp was devoured by Joey's lips as the blond opened his trousers and reached inside. He gasped again when deft fingers curled around his velvety shaft. As Joey stroked another cry out of his dinner companion he was suddenly overcome with the desire to taste that newly discovered flesh.
   Withdrawing his hand, he quickly made his way down the length of Kaiba's body. When he reached his chosen destination, the blond parted the material and sucked Seto deep inside. A started cry escaped the ascetic businessman as he felt his swelling erection sink into Wheeler's mouth. His hips bucked in response to the new assault and his body tensed as he felt the tip of his shaft brush the back of Joey's throat. Tears stung the backs of his eyes and he squeezed them shut as the blond released him to trail a wet tongue up the underside of his pulsing length, then that hateful tongue dipped into the tiny slit at the tip of Kaiba's shaft and lapped up a generous amount of creamy, white fluid. He felt Joey swallow the salty liquid before returning to suck him back inside.
   Seto's mind could no longer take the torment. He had to have him, had to lose himself inside this gorgeous blond, once again.
   Before Joey knew what was happening, Kaiba pulled him off his erection and spun him around to face the floor. Quickly finding and unbuckling the blond's trousers Seto purred in his ear. “This is a dangerous game we've started here, are you sure you want to play?”
   “Yea’.” Joey rasped as he felt the material of his pants slip past his hips and settle around his thighs. He cried out Kaiba's name as the stoic CEO spread his cheeks and buried his index finger up to the second knuckle. Joey squirmed under the intrusion as he tried to get his knees under him for support but the waistband of his trousers hindered his efforts. He bit back another cry as a second finger followed the first.
   Kaiba probed with masterful precision and he stroked the blond's tight flesh, stretching and preparing him for what was to come. His right hand moved to encircled Joey's neck as he pulled him against the length of his body. Leaning over his back, Kaiba whispered in his ear.
   “You like that, don't you?” He purred.
   Joey only mewled a response as his body withered in anguish. He bit back the tears that threatened to consume him as his fantasies became a reality. Thinking it was absolutely impossible to endure any more torment, he was proven wrong when Kaiba added a third finger. His body twitched as it tried to reject the intrusion but the CEO's strokes were relentless and Joey's body sagged against the floor in defeat.
   Seto's illusion of control was short lived as he watched Joey fight and lose his battle. Feelings of regret settled around him and he released the blond from his meandering assault only to run his hand over the curve of Wheeler's backside. Joey sighed as Kaiba's demanding touch became a gentle caress. Hot breath warmed his skin as Seto's mouth rested against the side of his face.
   “Tell me you want me,” He whispered in Joey's ear, his deep voice thick with desire. “And I'll end this torture for the both of us.”
   Having lost his voice long ago, Joey could only nod a response.
   “What was that?” The brunette coaxed.
   “Yea’.” He finally managed to rasp. “P’ease don' stawp.” There was no missing the yearning in Joey's tone. It was all the invitation Kaiba needed.
   Seto reached down and took hold of himself, placing the tip of his painfully large erection at the opening of Wheeler's body. Gently, he pushed inside and buried himself to the hilt.
   Instinctively, the blond tensed but Kaiba's whispered words of encouragement helped him to relax.
   “That's right, Joey, let me in.”
   When the blond was a puddle of burning flesh in his arms, Kaiba began to move. At first, he kept his stokes long and deliberate. Methodically pulling out till all that remained was the head of his shaft, then he slowly sank back inside. As his desire intensified, setting his own skin ablaze, Kaiba picked up the pace.
   Still unable to pull his knees under him for support, Joey had no choice put to surrender to the brunette's blissful punishment. And, oh, what a punishment it was. Joey revelled in every delightful moment. So did Kaiba. If he thought his night with Joey at the Dark Realm had been enjoyable, this was heaven.
   The arm around his neck pulled Wheeler closer to his chest as his knee slipped between his legs. Kaiba knew the new position had given him the angle he was looking for when Joey suddenly cried out. Reaching around, Seto took hold of Wheeler's pulsing length, his rhythm never faltering as he picked up his pace, managing to hit the blond's nest of nerves with every stroke.
   Joey continued to cry out with every thrust. Never, in all his experiences, had he ever felt anything like it. But than he realized that none of those bastards had ever been interested in giving him any gratification, just taking it. Kaiba, on the other hand, was making it his own personal mission. Bombarded, front and back, with a physical pleasure that knew no equal, the blond exploded with the intensity of it. Kaiba's right hand continued to stroke Wheeler's shaft, milking him for all he was worth, when a heartbeat later, the stoic CEO followed with his own release.
   Exhausted and spent from their endeavours, both men collapsed on the floor trying desperately to get a handle on their breathing.
   Kaiba, on the other hand, was fighting for more than just his breath. He was fighting for his sanity. What the hell was wrong with him? When had he started to lose control of his emotions? Gozaburo had beaten indifference into him at a young age. And Seto had always prided himself on the fact that, no matter what the situation, he never broke a sweat. Never gave a hint, to anyone, what was going on in that ingenious mind of his. But here he was, in the middle of his brother's restaurant on his hands and knees, Joey's body trapped beneath him, equally panting for control and Seto couldn't understand it. And what Seto couldn't understand, he resented. At this moment in time, that resentment was directed towards a certain blond. After all, it was Joey's fault Kaiba was in this state in the first place. His mind in utter disarray, the handsome brunette gave in to self-preservation.
   He quickly pulled out of Joey and got to his feet, immediately beginning to rearrange his clothing. Silently, Seto cursed the blond for the willful destruction of his favourite shirt and did his best to refasten every button he could find. When he was finished, he readjusted his suit jacket and turned to leave the room.
   Never one to contemplate the consequences of his words, he threw over his shoulder with smug satisfaction. “I didn't have to pay for it this time.” He sneered and walked out of the room leaving Joey to deal with his tears and his humiliation, alone.
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Yu-Gi-Oh! Dragon Slayer