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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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G is for Gang
Yami looked over his cards carefully. The hand not holding his cards was flicking a small chip over his knuckles. When he looked up, he found several pairs of eyes glaring at him.
“What?” Yami asked.
Bakura growled threateningly.
“Call or raise already, Yami. We’re not gettin’ any younger,” Bakura snapped.
Yami rolled his eyes before flicking his chip out onto the pile.
“Call.”
All eyes then turned to the tall brunette sitting beside Yami. Seto’s cards were face-down on the table and had been since the start. The deep smirk that set across his face told them more than enough. He flipped his cards over onto the pile of poker chips.
“Read ‘em and weep,” Seto declared.
The other gang leaders made various sounds of disgust as they threw their cards down. They glared as Seto raked in the chips. Bakura snatched the cards from everyone and started shuffling the deck. He was easily the most skilled of the leaders when it came to shuffling. The cards flipped over his knuckles and through his fingers, moving about like a magician. The small Mad Hatter-like hat adorned on his head added to the effect.
He finally started shuffling them out when Yugi and Ryou came running in.
“New hand, Ryou. No interruptions,” Bakura warned him.
Breathing hard, Ryou shook his head. He tried catching his breath but failed. Yugi was able to catch his breath a lot quicker.
“This is an exception,” Yugi gasped.
Marik looked at his cards, made a face, and turned his attention back to the two short gang members.
“Pegasus or Hirutani?” Marik asked.
“Hirutani.”
The cards were forgotten and all attention turned to them.
“Speak, minion.”
Yami glared at his cousin. He would stab him, if it weren’t for the fact Yugi had taken all his weapons off him before the card game.
“The Retriever is out on the loose,” Ryou explained.
The four gang leaders all exchanged glances before Marik turned a gleaming smirk to his partner in crime.
“I think ya pounded a little too hard earlier, ‘kura,” Marik remarked.
Bakura was nodding in agreement. Surprising even his lover, Ryou snagged the front of Marik’s shirt and yanked him close. For a moment there, he resembled his darker lover.
“We’re talking about Hirutani’s secret weapon, you fucking moron.”
That brought the undivided attention of the gang leaders. Hirutani’s gang had been rocking solid the last few years with a key member known only as “Retriever.” With this particular secret weapon, Hirutani’s gang had taken over more territory with barely a fuss. They had broken into many high-tech buildings without leaving a single hint as to who had done it. The police were baffled by this.
Seto leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest.
“So Hirutani’s lover is on the run. Any thoughts on the why?” Seto asked.
Ryou released his grip and stepped back, morphing back into the sweet young man he really was. Yugi shrugged in response to Seto’s question.
“No one knows, but Hirutani has his whole crew out searching for him. He wants him back real bad,” Yugi replied.
Yami made an hmm sound as he leaned forward to prop his arms up on the table.
“I wonder why Hirutani would have his hounds out looking for one man. Even one skilled as Retriever,” Yami commented.
Bakura’s dark grin peeked out from under his hat.
“You know what that means. Dog’s either got dirt on his leader or he’s run off with something ‘tani wants back,” Bakura snickered.
The gang leaders came to an agreement over the chips. All the gangs would keep their ears and eyes open for the Hell Hounds, in hopes of them leading them straight to the prize.

/……/

“Morning, J!”
Joey slipped his thick frames back up his nose and popped his head up from behind the coffee counter. The dark-haired brunette spotted the two short adults and smiled big.
“Hey, hey. Extra grande hot cocoa with a spritz of cinnamon and Chai latte,” Joey said, leaning on the counter so he was more eye level.
Yugi and Ryou rolled their eyes.
“Not today, J. We were wondering if you’d seen any Hell Hounds around these parts,” Yugi said.
Although not affiliated with a gang, “J” knew Yugi was part of the Pharaoh’s crew and Ryou the Mad Hatter. He knew and accepted their choices; after all, they were with the ones they loved. Joey reached out for a cloth as he stood up and scrubbed at the counter.
“The gangs don’t usually come this far into uptown. Why are you asking about them?” Joey asked.
Ryou shrugged.
“We were just making sure they weren’t giving you trouble. That’s all,” Ryou said.
Joey could tell they were lying, but he didn’t push for answers. He heard a beep behind him and glanced over his shoulder. When he turned back around, his face was all lit up.
“Are you sure about that hot cocoa, Yugi? Fresh brew just finished,” Joey said, gesturing over his shoulder.
Yugi let out a small whimper. Hot chocolate was his weakness and J made the best! He let out a defeated noise and nodded his head. Glancing at his friend, he could see the other male eyeing the machine, too.
“Make it two, J,” Yugi replied.
Joey smiled before turning around to fix two hot chocolates. He poured two extra-large cups full and spritzed the top with whipped cream. He drizzled chocolate sauce over the whipped cream, opting not to put tops on them. Joey brought them over to the two wide-eyed customers, exchanging the cocoa for cash. Opening the register, Joey flicked a strand of brown hair out of his face.
Yugi and Ryou stuck around until their drinks were swallowed down. They wished J goodbye as they were picked up by a bright red sports car. Joey was only on the clock a little longer after they left. The next shift came in, giving him the opportunity to clock out.
“Have a great afternoon, J!” the manager shouted after him.
Joey waved over his shoulder as he went out the back way. Out of the way of the video cameras and out into the alley emerged a new male. Bearing a name badge identifying him as Joseph Norfolk, Joey now wore dark blue scrubs with a blue and white bucket hat perched on his head. His glasses were gone, replaced with bright green contacts. His hair was a light dirty blonde, pulled back into a pony tail. He carried a black backpack with one strap slung over his shoulder.
He walked out to the corner and caught the city bus. Joey sat in the very last seat. He pulled out a small phone which he attached some earbuds to. He put one of the buds in his ear. What looked like a simple phone showed schematics and connections to all the traffic systems in the city. Joey smoothly ran his fingers across the screen and changed lights so that the bus caught all green lights. It made it to the city hospital in record timing.
Putting his phone away, Joey jumped off and strolled right into the hospital. He weaved through hospital staff and around the counter. He paused at a door where he tapped in a four digit number. It buzzed and he pulled the door handle down to enter the room. Joey entered a room that was half kitchen, half full of lockers. Joey pressed his thumb print into one of the locks and it fell open instantly. He tucked his backpack away in his locker before leaving.
Joey headed straight up to the fourth floor where the trauma patients were. He went to room 422 where he found a young patient. The patient was only at the ripe age of 12. Noah was a victim of a shooting over a year ago and was currently in a coma. When Joey walked in, Noah’s younger brother of 11 was sitting at his bedside.
Mokuba looked up when he heard someone walk in. He broke out in a small smile when he spotted the taller male.
“Hello, Mr. Norfolk. The doctor said there’s been no change,” Mokuba muttered.
Joey smiled as he walked around the bed. His eagle-like gaze analyzed the machines that were hooked up to Noah. In a matter of seconds, he knew all he needed. Joey turned back to look at Mokuba.
“I’ve told ya time and time again, kid. Call me Joseph. None of this Mr. Norfolk nonsense,” Joey explained.
Mokuba bobbed his head up and down. He watched as the nurse checked on the saline and made sure wires were all in place.
“He’s looking better today,” Joey commented.
He came around the bed to sit down in a chair beside Mokuba. The youth only nodded as he held his brother’s hand.
“Has your brother been in today?”
The youth shook his head. Since Noah was first rushed to the hospital, the older brother and gang leader of the Dragons had only been in on that first day. Every day, Mokuba was there and every day, Joey would come in and ask the same question. Today, he said something about.
“Do you know why your big brother doesn’t come around here?” Joey asked.
Mokuba shook his head. Joey reached out to grasp his free hand.
“I think your brother’s afraid. He’s afraid that coming here, seeing your brother the way he is…it’s going to shake up his world. And he doesn’t want to open himself up to that kind of pain. Pain that medicine can’t fix,” Joey explained.
Mokuba shook his head violently back and forth.
“I already told you before. My brother’s seen worse than this. He leads the toughest gang ever.”
Joey nodded in understanding.
“But your brother’s also human and this is his brother. His flesh and blood. That’s different than seeing someone else’s pain.”
Mokuba sat there silently, mulling over the older male’s words.

/……/

“I want you to find that fucking bastard! Wheeler should not be this hard to find.”
Joey chuckled. He was set up in an undisclosed area with computer monitors and all the works in front of him. He had two used cigarettes in his ashtray and a freshly lit one in his mouth. Joey had his earbuds in, listening to the live feed from his bugs. Seems Hirutani had forgotten just how smart “his” Retriever was.
Joey typed a few commands on his keyboard. He made sure the feed from Hirutani was recording so he could listen through it later. However, he also made the program to identify any key elements that may be important to him. Then he muted the feed and moved on to another one.
“So sorry, ‘tani. I got better things to do than listen to your complaining ass,” Joey mumbled.
He moved on to the bug he had given Yugi earlier. He had switched one of the coins in the change to a special quarter; something he knew the unique blonde would be likely to keep.
“So no one has heard anything?” Ah, there was the short man now.
“No. Neither have the other gangs. It’s like he just vanished.” And that must be the boss man, Yami.
Joey brought his hand up to bring the cigarette away and blew a stream of smoke. He held the cigarette between his fingers as he listened in.
“Don’t stress over it, Yami. You always get so tense.”
Chuckle. “I bet you can take care of that tension.”
Joey almost dropped his cigarette. He gagged as he slammed the mute down on the feed.
“If I wanted to hear that kinda stuff, I’d just watch porn. Let’s see about the Mad Hatter.”
He switched to the bug he had planted on Ryou weeks ago when he (Joey) had tripped at the coffee shop. Joey had spilled stuff onto the floor and had reached down to pick up everything; the bug was unnoticeable on the male’s shoe. Joey switched the feed and then turned it back off.
“Must be the sex hour for all the leaders. Let’s check in on the kid and his grumpy old dragon.”
Tap tap tap. Joey ripped his earbuds with the sudden burst of noise. He quickly cranked the volume down and brought one earbud slowly back up to his ear.
“WHY WON’T YOU VISIT NOAH? HE’S YOUR BROTHER, TOO!”
“I don’t have to explain myself to you, Mokuba! My choices are my own!”
“YOUR CHOICES ARE WHAT PUT NOAH IN THE HOSPITAL IN THE FIRST PLACE! HE’S BEEN IN A COMA FOR A YEAR AND HE MIGHT NEVER WAKE UP!”
“You don’t think I know that!”
Joey quietly placed the Dragons mic on mute. He hadn’t wanted that to happen, but the Dragons leader needed to see just how much he was hurting his brother. He had watched the kid cry almost on an everyday basis. Frankly, he was tired of it. Sighing, he took another hit from his cigarette.
Suddenly, a beeping sound came from one of his screens. It seemed Hirutani was saying something actually important. Joey unmuted his feed and listened in.
“-still alive? Tomorrow, then. Finish the job I gave you.”
“What about the races? It’s tomorrow.”
Snort. “That’s where I’ll be. Join us when you’re done. Get in, do the job, and get out. No mistakes this time.”
Joey frowned. That was a hit. A specific hit. He would have to analyze the tape to see where the hit could possibly be. If Hirutani suspected someone might have been listening somehow, then he might have spoken in code.
He flicked back around to the other feeds and found Yugi & Ryou still…occupied. Flashing a smirk at his screens, Joey typed in a few commands and brought up the sprinkler systems for the buildings.
“Time to cool it down, boys.”
Tap.
“Ah! What the fuck?”
“Shit! Bakura!”
Joey leaned back in his seat, laughing.

/……/

“Thanks for coming with me, Yugi.”
From the other side of Noah, Yugi smiled.
“It’s my pleasure, Mokuba.”
Mokuba smiled. They were visiting with Noah while everyone was out at the races being hosted by Pegasus. His brother and Yami would be among the racers today. Mokuba didn’t care to see his brother blowing away the competition when he could be visiting his brother. He was still peeved off about last night.
“I’m surprised Mr. Nor—Joseph hasn’t been by today. He’s always here early on Saturdays,” Mokuba commented.
“Suppose that’s good for me, then.”
Both males shot to their feet and turned around to find one of Hirutani’s men standing in the doorway. He was closing the doorway and adding a silencer to his gun.
“Boss is going to be real happy to hear me taking out both Kaiba brothers and the Pharaoah’s little lover,” he cackled, coming further into the room.
They had nothing on them to protect themselves. All the sudden, the lights flickered for a few seconds. When it cleared, the two males saw someone standing behind the Hell Hound. Joey smirked.
“Hey, Keith.”
The Hell Hound turned with his gun raised. Swiftly, Joey snagged the gun with his left hand and smashed his right elbow across the man’s jaw. The hand on the gun slid up to snap his wrist. Slipping the gun into his grip, Joey angled it down to shoot him in the kneecap. He jabbed a thumb under the man’s jaw. The man dropped like a stone, silent and unconscious.
Yugi quickly backed away, but Mokuba bravely stood in front of his bedridden brother with his arms raised.
“Leave my brother alone,” Mokuba told him.
Joey chuckled as he removed the silencer and pocketed the gun. He put the silencer back in the man’s unconscious hand. He removed a disposable phone and started dialing a number.
“Take a chill pill, kid. I ain’t here to hurt you or yer brother,” Joey said as he brought the phone up to his ear.
The two men shared a look as they listened to the stranger talk on the phone in another language. They both whispered quickly to each other. He seemed familiar to them but they couldn’t place the golden blonde hair or chocolate brown eyes. Joey finished his phone conversation by hanging it up and slipping it down in his pocket.
“Come on, Yugi. Mokuba. He’s not going anywhere. Police’ll be heere soon,” Joey said.
“I’m not taking one step towards you. How do you know who we are?” Mokuba demanded.
“Kid, you’re here every day to see your brother Noah and I told ya yesterday why I thought your big brother won’t come to visit. Yugi, you buy a hot chocolate off of me every time you’re at the shop.”
“J!” “Mr. Norfolk!”

/……/

The races were well underway when a blood red and midnight black came onto the scene. The other gangs and drivers noticed the Hell Hounds seemed to recognize the sleek car clearly built for speed. One of them ran to get their leader, who had just finished a race. When the car pulled up, no one was more surprised than Yami and Seto when their lover and brother popped out of the car.
Many of the people gathered recognized the passengers, but not the driver who stepped out after shutting the engine off. The blonde male was tall like Seto and Yami, but had a more slender build to him. He had a scruffy-like appearance like most of the Hell Hounds. Hirutani came on the scene and Joey smirked at him as he stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets.
“Hey, ‘tani. Heard ya been lookin’ for lil ol’ me?” Joey chuckled.
The gang leader looked absolute murderous.
“Siding with rival gangs, Wheeler? That’s gutsy. Even for you,” Hirutani growled.
The gangs listened in intently, particularly the leaders. Could this scruffy mutt really be the Retriever? The one the Hell Hounds had been searching for? Joey shook his head.
“I ain’t sidin’ with any gangs, least of all yers. I told ya I was done and I am,” Joey answered.
Joey glanced over his ex-leader’s shoulder. Not too far behind the gang leader stood Seto who was slightly bent over listening to his brother. Mokuba appeared to be talking very fast.
Before Hirutani could respond, Joey tilted his head with a smirk.
“You know…that was an awful long drive and we had to talk about something. And, hey, if that Mokuba ain’t the greatest listener,” Joey said.
Hirutani narrowed his gaze, spurring Joey to continue on.
“So ya see…I think you should be less concerned about what I’ve been up to. In fact, I think you should be more concerned about big brother Kaiba.”
Hirutani suddenly turned very pale as he heard a telltale click of a gun behind him.
“What have you done, boy? I took you in. No one else wanted you,” Hirutani growled.
Joey shrugged his shoulders and turned away. He started back to his car.
“Maybe so, but I ain’t the one with a gun at my back,” Joey called over his shoulder.
“Wheeler, you fucking mutt!”
Pulling his iPod out of his pocket, Joey unwound his earbuds and put them in. He climbed into his car and revved the engine. The crowd moved as the car sped out of there. Joey never even looked in the rearview mirror.

/……/

After dropping off Yugi and Mokuba, Joey had truly gone off the grid. He wasn’t at the coffee shop or the hospital. No one could locate him. Kaiba had questioned Hirutani extensively with the added assistance with the other leaders. However, the Hell Hounds leader didn’t know where Joey could be.
“Wheeler’s just a stray mutt that I picked up off the street,” Hirutani said, coughing up a little blood.
Seto crossed his arms over his chest. Bakura and Marik stood behind the bound and bleeding gang leader. Yami stood next to Seto with his own arms already crossed.
“What’s so special about this man?” Yami asked.
Hirutani chuckled.
“Wheeler? That boy is a genius. Real whiz kid. IQ is so far off the scale it’s touchin’ the fucking moon.”
This was a surprise. Joey’s rough appearance and talk hadn’t sounded anything like a smart kid. Maybe a smart aleck, but not a smartie artie.
“Why name him Retriever?” Seto asked.
Hirutani leaned his head back with his eyes closed.
“Kid’s a natural retriever. Real tecchie. Can open anything, make anything happen…anywhere. Probably got you all bugged right now.” Chuckle. “He’s probably heard the whole damn thing.”
Seto stepped closer, towering over the injured leader.
“If that’s so, then he should know we mean him no harm. It was you I wanted and didn’t even know. You’ve kept your mutts quiet about the whole thing. I feel gratitude to your ex-Retriever.”
Seto was cut off by the sprinkler head over Hirutani’s head. It sprayed straight down, dousing the chuckling and bleeding leader. Hirutani dropped his head and sputtered as the water rained down. After a minute of this, the sprinkler effectively shut off. Hirutani coughed up a bunch of water and blood before turning a laughing grin up to Seto.
“I told ya he had this city wired. That was Wheeler and that twisted sense of humor of his. Ya hear me, mutt? You’re worthless trash. You got no one left in this wor—” CRACK!
The gang leaders all looked at Bakura who was shaking a fist out.
“Oh, like you all didn’t wanna do that? ‘sides, his voice was grating on my ears,” Bakura stated.
The next time they heard from Joey came a week later. They were at their weekly poker game when Seto’s phone went off. There was a text from an unknown number. It said simply: Noah awake.

/……/

“Hi, Seto.”
The brunette smiled as he walked into the hospital room. For being in a coma for so long, Noah was surprisingly awake and very alert. He was sitting up in bed with a nasal breathing tube. Seto walked over and hugged his brother. The window outside revealed just how late the hour was.
“How are you feeling?” Seto asked.
Noah shrugged.
“I’m okay, I guess. Ryou came by earlier with Bakura and Mokuba. Bakura gave me one of his hats,” Noah grinned, tipping the hat on his head up.
“That’s nice of Bakura. I’ll be sure to send him a case of cognac later,” Seto commented, sitting on the side of the bed.
Noah smiled. “I bet you’re wondering what I remember.”
Seto nodded. Noah sighed before laying back and telling his tale.
“It was all blurry after I first woke up, but then it all started coming back to me. I was on my way home from the library when a couple of Hell Hounds ambushed me. One of them pulled a gun on me. He said I was going to pay for what you did to them. But one of the Hounds didn’t like that.”
Seto listened as Noah described Joey trying to block the shot, but unable to hold them all. It was because of Joey that the shot wasn’t a kill shot. After Noah dropped, Joey knocked out all three Hell Hounds. He had scooped up Noah and quickly raced him to the hospital.
“How do you know all this?” Seto asked, knowing Noah couldn’t have been conscious the whole time.
“Joey told me,” Noah answered. “He was just here. I think he said something about going for a smoke on the roof.”
Seto glanced up at the ceiling. After exchanging a few words with his brother, he headed up to the roof. Sure enough, Seto found the blonde gang member leaning on a wall, blowing smoke up into the air. He didn’t even turn when Seto approached him.
“ ‘bout time ya came around. I sent that text three days ago,” Joey murmured.
“I suppose I have you to thank for my younger brother yelling at me,” Seto sneered.
Joey let out a small chuckle as he brought the cigarette to his mouth.
“Serves ya right.”
Joey suddenly found his cigarette flung from his hand and mouth and his back slammed up against the wall. His wrists were snagged together in one hand and shoved up high above his head. Seto’s last hand held his throat in a tight grip. The gang leader crowded him hard between the wall and his taller body.
Joey tried kicking out but Seto tightened his grip around his throat. Joey let out a choking cough before lowering his head. Seto felt the blonde’s muscles loosen, but he still maintained his grip. He wasn’t falling for the dead opossum trick.
“It seems Hirutani should have taught you more about how to break a hold, pup,” Seto whispered in his ear.
Joey glared at him. “Hirutani was a fucking moron. If you’re gonna kill me, then just do it.”
The gang leader made him jolt when he removed the hand around his throat and replaced it with his mouth. Joey let out a surprised moan as the mouth latched onto a sensitive part of his neck. He tried desperately to free his hands, but Seto’s strong hand squeezed the wrists in warning. A sharp bite and suck to his neck had his back arching. Joey whimpered as the gang leader worked hard at creating a large hickey.
Joey’s genius mind was overworking with smoke pouring out his ears. He couldn’t fathom what the gang was up to. Well, he understood what he was doing but not why he was doing it in the first place. However, Seto answered his question when he finally released the abused skin to hiss in his ear.
“You’re right about one thing. That man was a moron. He was a moron to let such talent in and out of his sight. He didn’t give you any reason to stay, but I will.”
Joey shook his head back and forth.
“I’ve had ‘nuff trouble with gangs. I don’t wanna be part of a group that don’t want me,” Joey said, turning his head away.
Joey bit his bottom lip to suppress a groan as Seto pressed fully up against him. His covered member pressed hot against Joey’s stomach. He bowed his head and pressed his mouth so close to Joey’s ear that his tongue lightly flicked over it as he spoke.
“Does it feel like you’re not wanted, Pup? Hmm? You’ve protected my cousin’s lover and both my brothers, Noah twice. You’re smart, quick, and skilled. You can have a place in my gang. Many of my Dragons are smart. Maybe not as smart as you, but I have a few good chess players in the bunch of them.”
Joey trembled in the strong arms that held him. His own mother had abandoned him at a young age and his father had tried using his genius mind to cheat people. Hirutani had found him shortly after his father lost big and had tossed him out. The Hounds had only liked him for his intelligence, for the things he could do. But the leader of the Dragons was different. He seemed to actually care for Joey himself.
The blonde closed his eyes with a surprised moan when a large hand suddenly grasped his member. The scrubs he wore were thin and did nothing to hide just how much the brunette was affecting him. The strong hand pumped him slowly, forcing more pitiful whimpers out of the younger male. Seto licked at the shell of his ear, taking a small nip out of it.
“Say yes, Pup. You can have all the freedom you want…so long as you know you’re mine. I don’t share. Once you’re mine, I’m not letting you go. I’ll take good care of you.”
Joey moaned as the hand moved from outside to inside his pants. Now the hand was sliding up and down bare skin. No one had ever taken such an interest in Joey. Hirutani had made the mistake once with trying to force Joey; the blonde had surprised him by breaking his jaw and he hadn’t tried that again. Hirutani creeped him out; Kaiba was a different story.
“Yes.”
Joey threw his head back, gasping, as he was suddenly pant-less and his cock was now held by a hot mouth. His now free hands flew to weave into brown hair. The mouth was wet, hot, and sucked at his member like a lollipop. A finger ran over his entrance, slowly desensitizing the small area. Joey let loose a loud curse when his member was sucked all the way down to the base at the same time the finger pressed all the way in. It was a mix of pleasure and pain that made his body rock in confusion.
The mouth eased back as the finger started pumping in and out of his insides. He was deep-throated again when a second finger snuck in. When the fingers curled and struck something that electrified his body, Joey released without meaning to. He must have blacked out at some point because he next found himself in a new location.
Seto was sitting down with his back against the wall with Joey curled on his lap. He had his face tucked into the blonde’s neck, lazily licking at the pulse.
“Fuck. That was better than a whole pack of cigs,” Joey mumbled.
Seto snorted into his neck and rolled his eyes. Joey yelped when a sharp smack was delivered to his sore ass. The hand massaged away the sting while Seto pressed a kiss to his new lover’s neck.
“Just wait until later, Puppy,” Seto whispered.
Joey turned a lovely shade of red, causing the gang leader to chuckle. Joey brought his hands up to pull his head away so the two could look at each other eye-to-eye.
“Why ya call me that?” Joey asked, curiously.
Seto smoothed the back of his hand down his cheek. Unconsciously, Joey nuzzled his cheek into the movement.
“Because you’re younger than me and you remind me of a puppy. Does that bother you?” Seto asked, in return.
Joey shook his head.
“Nah. Just not mutt or stray. Those were ‘tani’s favorites.”
Seto sealed the promise with a kiss.
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