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Puppyshipping ABC's	By : AnonymousTigress Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 12830 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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D – D is for Drunk

“How was the tutoring session?” Seto asked as Mokuba plopped down in the seat across from him.
Mokuba smiled as he buckled his seat belt.
“It was good. I think Joey is going to ace that test next week.”
Joey was taking a language class and Mokuba was tutoring him in it. They met twice a week at the library for a few hours. Seto shook his head as the SUV started rolling.
“Is the mutt still switching his verbs around?” Seto asked.
Mokuba winced. “Yes. But not as much as he was before.”
Mokuba paused and then glared.
“Why do you still call Joey that? Even after you two made out?”
Seto’s head snapped to the side. Mokuba failed to hide his laughing smile behind his hand.
“Oops. I meant made up.”
Seto shot his brother a look. He opened his mouth to give him a stern talking to when the car suddenly came to a stop. They were both grateful for their seat belts.
“Roland?” Seto called.
“There appears to be an accident up ahead, sir. It looks like a silver truck and a green car,” Roland replied.
Mokuba gasped. He unsnapped his belt and lurched to the front of the vehicle, startling Roland and his big brother. Mokuba looked out across the sea of cars to the accident. From there, he could clearly see the forest green car and swore he saw a flash of gold. Mokuba was out of the SUV and halfway to the accident through the cars before Seto caught him.
“Mokuba! What’s gotten into you? You don’t run through traffic,” Seto scolded him.
“Big brother, it’s Joey! I recognized the car. It’s Joey’s dad. He picked him up before you came for me,” Mokuba exclaimed.
Seto looked over the cars before looking back at his brother.
“Go back to Roland.” He held his hand up to stop the protest. “Go back to Roland. I’ll check on Wheeler.”
Seto waited until his brother was walking back for him to turn around and weave through the cars. Traffic was currently stopped so it wasn’t all that bad for him to go that way. He was only able to go so far when he reached the police tape line. He was pleased to see paramedics and firefighters on site. A police officer caught him before he could think to cross under the line.
“I’m sorry, sir. You need to stay back,” the officer told him.
“Officer, I recognized the car. One of my friends was in the vehicle,” Seto lied smoothly.
The officer’s eyebrows shot up.
“In the car? Tall blonde kid?”
Seto nodded.
“Oh, thank God. Come right under, son.”
The officer lifted the tape and Seto ducked under it. As they crossed what looked like a car battlefield, the officer explained the situation. The truck driver was conscious and uninjured while the car’s driver had been rushed to the hospital. The passenger, a tall under-18 minor, was still half-conscious but wasn’t reacting well to them trying to help him. The officer brought him around to where the paramedics were attempting to pull the man from the car.
Seto got a clear look of Joey scrunched into the passenger seat where they were trying to rip the car apart to get him out. The officer got one of the paramedics.
“He says he knows the boy. Thought he could help,” the officer said.
Seto found the paramedic directing him around to the driver’s side. Paramedic handed him a jacket and gave him instructions. With a small bit of hesitation, Seto climbed in through the driver side to Joey.
“Wheeler! Wheeler, look at me,” Seto said, bringing his hands up to carefully turn Joey’s head to him.
The other male’s eyes were half open and there was blood dripping down his face from a gash in his head. He looked at the CEO with an unfocused gaze.
“Kai…ba?” Joey mumbled.
“You’re going to be fine, Wheeler. They’re going to get you out of here,” Seto said as he threw the jacket over the both of them.
He scooted as close as possible, despite the awkward angle. He pulled Joey’s head down to his shoulder and covered his head. Overhead, the firefighters started using the Jaws of Life to free the blonde. Joey shook in his arms, shivering and shaking his head.
“Hold still, Wheeler!” Seto shouted over the machinery.
Joey’s hand slipped up to grasp one of Seto’s wrists. Seto pulled him tighter against him as the car groaned under the weight of the heavy machine. He tried shushing the other male as he mumbled coherently.
“Hold on. Come on, Wheeler. I’ve got you,” Seto whispered to him in a loud voice.
Joey stopped shaking his head, but he was still shivering. Seto wanted to wrap the jacket around him except he had no way of knowing where and how badly the blonde was injured. C-C-CRACK! He could hear the firefighters removing the part of the car and the paramedics immediately came to their aid. Seto sat back and tried to climb back out but Joey’s hand tightened around his wrist. So he was stuck.
The paramedics put a brace around his neck as they and Seto helped to maneuver him onto a stretcher. Seto knew Joey wasn’t likely to let go of his hand. He took out his cell phone and dialed to Roland.
“Roland, take Mokuba home. Tell him Wheeler is injured but alive. I’m going with him to the hospital,” Seto told him.
“Of course.”
Seto hung up his phone as he climbed into the ambulance with the stretcher. The paramedics, having noticed Joey was calmer with the brunette there, didn’t dare to question his actions. The paramedic jumped in back and they closed the doors shut behind them. Seto sat by Joey’s head, watching the paramedic go to work on checking the blonde’s vitals. The ambulance pulled away with no siren, but its light on.
“Wheeler, let go of my wrist,” Seto told him.
Joey squeezed his eyes shut as he reluctantly released the captured wrist. He opened his eyes when he felt the smooth hand glide down to hold his hand. Joey blinked rapidly when the paramedic shined a light in his eyes.
Seto could only imagine how scared the blonde must be. He was just in a car accident with his father who must have been in more critical condition, since he was sent by ambulance first. He knew it might be hard for the blonde to admit, especially with his rival sitting barely a foot away from him. He startled when he saw a small tear trickle down the blonde’s cheek. His head snapped to the paramedic.
“Is he in pain?” Seto demanded.
The confused paramedic looked at Joey’s face and saw the remains of the tear as it slid down his face.
“Joey? Joey, where does it hurt?” the paramedic asked.
Joey mumbled something, but his voice was too quiet. Seto leaned over him and the blonde said it again. Seto’s gaze snapped up.
“His ribs,” Seto explained.
The paramedic checked over his ribs, pressing down gently. Joey let out a pain-filled screech at the pain. It caused Seto to unconsciously grip his hand harder. The paramedic shouted up to the front.
“Don’t stop for any reds!”
The siren went on and the ambulance picked up speed. Seto shot the paramedic a demanding look.
“He may have a few cracked ribs and possibly some internal bleeding. Charlie, call it in! Level 3 trauma!” the paramedic shouted.
Joey began shaking again and it took the paramedic and Seto to hold him down.
“Joey? Joey, you have to be still. You may have a spinal injury we’re not aware of. You need to lie still,” the paramedic told him.
But Wheeler refused to listen. He kept shaking his head as best as he could with the neck brace in place. Seto finally leaned over and whispered to the injured male.
“You must be still, Mutt. You’re no good to anyone if you hurt yourself more,” Seto whispered in his ear.
“I’m scared.”
Seto knew he was. For all they knew, the blonde could have a spinal injury. Seto chuckled with his trademark smirk.
“You’re going to be just fine, Mutt. My next tournament is in a few months and I have every intention of seeing your ass handed to you on a silver platter,” Seto told him.
The paramedic was startled to hear this, but the blonde stopped jerking around and even let out a small chuckle of his own.
“Jerk.”
Seto’s smirk grew.
“Sticks and stones, Dog. Relax. Your Master isn’t going anywhere.”
Joey closed his eyes with a different type of groan.
“Not my master.”

/……/

The drive to the hospital had been quick. As soon as they had arrived, Wheeler had been brought into the emergency room. It wasn’t long after that that Wheeler was carted off to surgery. In the time it took the surgery and Wheeler being placed in a private room (courtesy of him), Seto had gotten the full story from some of the Hospital staff. And Roland, who brought his laptop.
As of last year, Wheeler was emancipated. This was due to his father being a drunk and having beat him around for years. That explained how the Hospital staff knew Joey so well. At first, Seto couldn’t believe Wheeler had been blind to think his father would change and couldn’t identify that he was drunk at the wheel.
It turns out, in the rare moment, that he was wrong. Wheeler’s father had been sober almost a year now; his son’s emancipation having woken him up from his drunken stupor. He had been consistently going to AA meetings and had only just recently gotten his license back. The other driver, a middle-aged man, had been the drunk and walked away with only a few scratches.
“God looks after fools and drunks,” Seto murmured under his breath.
“Guess that makes me a fool then,” a familiar voice mumbled.
Seto chuckled as he lifted his gaze from his laptop. He placed it aside and stood up to walk over to Wheeler’s bedside. The blonde was propped up on his bed. He had an iv in his hand and bandaging wrapped around his head across his forehead.
“We both already knew you were a fool, Wheeler. Glad to hear you’re finally admitting it,” Seto smirked.
Joey breathed in and let out a big sigh. He brought his free down to his ribs and winced.
“Ooh, I’m going to be stuck eating soup for a few weeks,” Joey groaned.
Seto shook his head. The other male was wearing scrubs rather than an everyday hospital gown. So it was easy to slide a hand down to lift the shirt. A thick collection of bandages were wrapped around Joey’s ribs and Seto could see a fresh surgical scar. He figured that was from the internal bleeding.
“All in one piece, Wheeler.” Seto smirked. “What a shame.”
Wheeler must have still been hawked up on whatever “happy juice” they had shot him up with, for all he did was chuckle.
“How’s muh scar look?” Joey asked, rubbing at his eyes.
Seto’s sadistic side decided to come out for a minute.
“It looks great, Wheeler. Says Property of Seto Kaiba and they even got the name spelled right,” Seto said, dropping his shirt back down.
Joey’s eyes snapped wide open. He brought his hand down to pull the v part of his scrub shirt away and looked down his shirt. When he looked up, he shot the brunette an ugly look.
“That’s not funny, Kaiba.”
Seto reached up to pat the blonde mockingly on the cheek. He turned around to walk back to his seat on the long couch.
“You’re too easy, Wheeler,” he threw over his shoulder.
“I don’t put out until at least the fifth date.”
Seto tripped over his own feet in surprise. He jerked his head over his shoulder, but his words died in his throat when the doctor came in.
“Wheeler, here again. I swear I think we’ll just reserve this private room for you. The Joey Wheeler Asylum. Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?” the doctor asked, chuckling.
Seto shook his head as he sat back down on the couch and pulled his laptop back onto his lap. He vaguely heard the doctor telling Joey about the surgery and his injuries. He heard Joey ask about his father, giving him reason to pause.
“He’s in surgery. Rest, Joey. Let us take care of him. And you take care of yourself, okay?”
Joey nodded. He glanced over at the silent brunette who had turned his full attention back to his work. Joey pulled on the doctor’s sleeve before whispering in his ear when the man dropped his head down. Seto, meanwhile, was oblivious to all this.
Seto was busy scrutinizing a new contract when he heard the doctor leave the room. He heart shot up into his throat when he abruptly found a small pillow and a blonde head resting on his keyboard.
“WHEELER!” Seto shouted, much louder than he had intended.
With his head facing away from Seto, Joey carefully curled his body on the couch and nuzzled his head into the pillow. Irritated beyond belief, Seto angrily moved his laptop out from under the blonde’s head. Joey’s head and the pillow plopped down onto the CEO’s lap. Knowing he wouldn’t get any more work done, Seto saved what he was doing, shut down his computer, and closed the laptop.
If it wasn’t for the blonde’s injuries, Seto would have immediately shoved him to the floor. His hand got as far as landing on the blonde’s shoulder to shake him. But the blonde opened his mouth and Seto froze.
“Told ya before I was scared. Prob’ly thought I meant of da hospital. Been heere too many times ta count. Nah, was ‘fraid of not tellin’ ya how I feel.”
Seto’s mind threw on the brakes, causing a loud screech in his own ears. He could sense the sleepy blonde starting to go back to sleep. Seto had told Mokuba how he felt about the blonde. If his brother said anything to Wheeler, that boy was grounded until he was Seto’s age! Leaving his hand on Joey’s shoulder, he leaned down to whisper in Joey’s ear.
“And how do you feel, Joey?” Seto asked in a quiet voice.
If he noticed the use of his given name, he didn’t say anything. Joey let out a wide, jaw-popping yawn.
“Like ya more den a friend. Been wantin’ ta ask ya out, Kai’. Wasn’ sure how’d ya react.”
Joey groaned in slight pain when the hand on his shoulder turned him onto his back. He let out a gasp of surprise when a warm mouth connected with his. He immediately opened his mouth when he felt a tongue demanding entrance.

/……/

Joey groaned. His hands were bound to the headboard and his hips were being held down. His member was sucked down a hot tube and he cursed.
“Fuck! Fuck, Dragon, please.”
Seto smirked before sucking the member down his throat. Joey came with a loud whine. He spilled down his lover’s throat, whimpering at still being unable to pump his hips up. Joey gave his lover an annoyed look as Seto moved up the bed and rolled to his side, pulling Joey to him after untying his hands.
“Really wish ya’d stop doin’ dat,” Joey mumbled into his chest.
Seto chuckled as he pulled the sheets up.
“The doctor said no “undue stress” for at least two more weeks, Puppy. Be happy I’m doing anything. I could…”
Joey suddenly found himself with a burst of energy. He hauled himself up and straddled Seto’s waist. He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring down at his smiling lover.
“Don’t ya finish dat thought, Dragon,” Joey growled.
Seto surprised him by grasping his hips with his big, strong hands. He thrust up gently, causing Joey to throw his head back with a whimper. Seto brought him down to thrust his member against Joey’s thigh until he came. Despite the dampness, Joey slid down so he could rest his head on Seto’s chest.
“Just a little longer, Puppy. Then I’m going to take you on a vacation where it will be nothing but you and me for over 72 hours.”
Joey shivered. He could just imagine what could happen in those 72 hours, especially if they never left the hotel room. As he drifted off to sleep, the blonde found himself thanking that drunk jerk who had given him the second chance at happiness.
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