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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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O is for Open
Joey was dueling Yugi when the news report came on.
“Thank you, Dalia. In other news, Kaiba Corp’s CEO Seto Kaiba was spotted last week dining with Domino’s own little princess starlit, Kisara.”
Everyone’s heads snapped up and over to the television. All except Joey who seemed to be planning his next move.
“The couple were seen having dinner at The Melting Pot. Sources close to the couple state that the two of them have been spending more time together as of late. Has Domino’s Most Eligible Bachelor finally found his match?”
Tristan jumped to his feet with a raised fist.
“He’s found his match all right! My fist to his jaw!” Tristan exclaimed.
Teá shook her head as she turned off the television.
“I can’t believe Kaiba would do this to Joey. I thought he had changed after they started dating,” Teá scowled.
Tristan snorted. “Pfft. Shows what you know, Teá. Once a bastard, always a bastard.”
Ryou, who was sitting over in the armchair, finally spoke up.
“Before you go looking for a fight, Tristan, why don’t you ask Joey what he thinks?”
The three of them turned their gazes to Joey who was finally making his move on Yugi.
“Ha Ha That’s fifty points you’re down, Yug. Ya didn’t think I would remember that trap card of yours,” Joey chuckled.
A frustrated Tristan stormed over to his best friend, grabbed his shoulder, and shook him.
“Dude, why the Hell aren’t you storming out of here like a tornado? Aren’t you pissed what the media is saying about Kaiba? He ain’t dating that harlot. He’s dating you!”
Yugi and Yami, who stood silently behind Yugi, were curious as well. Joey shook Tristan off and shot him an annoyed look.
“If I got mad about everything the media says about him, I’d never not be pissed off. ‘sides, they got half the story right. He is spending more time with Kisara,” Joey said.
Tristan gestured wildly with his arms in the air.
“And you’re okay with that?!” he exclaimed.
Joey sighed before putting his cards facedown and turning around in his seat to face his best friend.
“Ya gotta understand, Tristan. Me and Kaiba got an open relationship. We’re both free to date whoever we want while we’re dating each other. It’s just good business for a CEO to be seen dating around town from time to time. It’s good PR,” Joey explained.
Tristan looked ready to explode.
“Ya don’t see Duke being an asshole and dating on me! You and Kaiba have been dating each other for over a year. What the Hell’s changed?”
Joey was about to respond when his phone suddenly went off. He snatched it up from the table and looked at the text he had received. He smiled before flashing Yugi an apologetic grin.
“We’ll have to finish this later, Yug,” Joey said.
He stood up and began collecting his cards. A fuming Tristan was mouthing a bunch of silent words, most of them curse words.
“Are you going to see Kaiba?” Yami asked.
Joey pulled his jacket on and placed his cards in one of his pockets. He reached down to snag up his backpack. He slung it over one of his shoulders as he nodded.
“Yup. He got back from his trip earlier than he thought. Told me I could come over for a little while before I hafta go to work. He’s sending Roland by to pick me up,” Joey replied.
After wishing his friends goodbye, Joey jogged downstairs to the SUV waiting for him. He hopped in and smiled at Roland as he latched his seatbelt on.
“Hey, old man,” Joey chuckled.
Roland shook his head. It was a playful term the young man had bestowed upon him. He found that Mr. Wheeler’s presence brought about a change in his employer. A change in the whole household, now that he thought about it. Roland pulled away from the curb and headed for Kaiba Mansion.
“I trust you had a good evening with your friends,” Roland commented.
Joey nodded. “Sure did. Came close to beating Yugi in a duel.”
Roland held back a chuckle. It seems like Joey said that every time he picked him up. The car ride was quiet as Joey texted back and forth to Seto. When they reached the house, Roland dropped Joey off at the front door while he went to park the SUV. Joey slipped inside and upstairs to Seto’s room.
Joey carefully opened the door before coming all the way in. Hearing the shower running, Joey’s face broke out in a small, mischievous grin. Placing his bag down by the door, Joey flicked the lock shut as quietly as possible before creeping over to the bathroom. He pushed the partially open door just enough to slip inside.
The bathroom was big with the shower up around a corner. He crept along the wall past the walk-in closet and double sink counter. He paused at the corner and got ready to jump when a voice surprised him from behind.
“Boo.”
Joey jumped with a shout and spun around with a startled look on his face. Seto stood there with a laughing smirk on his face.
“Geez! You tryin’ ta kill me or what?!” Joey exclaimed.
Seto rolled his eyes before breezing around the blonde and turning off the shower.
“Your sneaking skills are as good as your dueling skills. Both need work and a proper teacher,” Seto said as he turned around.
Joey pouted at him like a kicked puppy. Seto shook his head, but pacified the blonde by pulling him into a loose embrace. He dipped his head down to start a slow, wet kiss that sent jolts of pleasure through Joey’s blonde. He automatically opened his mouth, allowing the tongue to stroke languidly through his mouth.
When Seto pulled back a moment later, a peaceful grin was on the shorter male’s face. It also reflected the small smile on Seto’s face.
“Now that is the way I would like to be greeted after a horrible business trip,” Seto told him.
Joey’s peaceful grin slipped into a playful smile and a small chuckle.
“But it’s so much more fun to jump ya in the shower,” Joey snickered.
Seto slipped a hand down from Joey’s waist to squeeze his soft cock. Joey moaned as his hands scrambled for purchase on Seto’s shoulders. Seto chuckled before dipping his head down suck an earlobe into his mouth.
“Maybe some other time, Pup. You still have to go to work.” Seto whispered.
He laughed when Joey’s hands flew up to his head to pull him in for another kiss.
“I got time.”

/……/

The restaurant was super busy tonight. Luckily, he had a lot of his regulars in tonight and they understood he couldn’t stop to chat with them like normal. They had a rookie running food out to the tables which slowed them up a bit. He was surprised when they slowed around six. It was still early yet when he spotted a familiar face stroll into the restaurant.
A short stature of only 5 foot 2 inches, Kisara was the beauty queen type with long, flowing hair and sparkling bright eyes. Tonight, she was being escorted by another girl. They both wore beautifully expensive dresses with tiny purses hanging from their elbows. They were seated at the center table, also known as the VIP table at Christof’s. Joey was extremely grateful that this particular table was not in his section that evening.
After seeing the two females being seated, Joey lost them in the frenzy of delivering food, refilling drinks and taking a five minute break. During that break, he took a much needed drink of water and chatted briefly with the Chef. When his break was over, Joey was asked to help a couple of servers deliver food to a large party. He helped to carry a big bowl out with the rookie.
It was unfortunate that as they were passing the VIP table, the rookie’s grip slipped on the bowl. Joey tried to help keep it up, but a tiny bit sloshed down over the bowl’s rim. The small splash of cool liquid hit the very edge of Kisara’s left shoe. Another waiter rushed over and helped the rookie to carry the bowl away. Joey stepped over to the table to apologize to the starlit.
“I apologize, Miss. The Chef will gladly pay to have the shoes cleaned,” Joey apologized.
Kisara’s friend’s gaze was on Joey, but Kisara’s head was lowered and shaking. For a moment, Joey thought she might be crying and he immediately felt bad. However, that guilty feeling instantly evaporated when Kisara’s head snapped up. Her eyes were blazing as she threw her napkin down on the table and stood up to her full height.
“There were brand new shoes,” she growled at him.
Joey bowed his head again in apology.
“As I said, Miss, I apologize for our accident. The stain should be able to come out easily,” Joey said.
This fact should have appeased the enraged teenager. It didn’t. Suddenly, before Joey could offer her a complimentary dessert as an addition, Kisara struck him. The whole restaurant grew quiet as the loud crack of a hand connecting with a cheek echoed through the air. Joey stumbled sideways from the blow and his hand flew up to his stinging cheek.
[She…she hit me. I…why…]
While customers covered their mouths in shock and Kisara whined to her friend, one of the servers bolted into the kitchen. Another moment later, when Kisara turned around, she found a great big man standing in the blonde’s place. He was wearing a black chef’s coat and matching hat. He looked ready to explode himself.
“I am not sorry for this and I must ask you and your company to leave this establishment,” the Chef told her in a low growl.
Kisara gasped at him.
“Do you know who I am? My father could buy this restaurant off the owner and fire your ass,” Kisara glared.
The Chef leaned in close. “I know good and well who you are. And if your father is half as bad as you are, I would delight in telling him my restaurant is not for sale.”
Kisara’s mouth opened in shock. The Chef brought his hand up and stopped her from verbally retaliating.
“That young man you just physically assaulted is one of my best employees. He would never do anything that would warrant such behavior. Now…unless you want me to call the police and have you arrested, I must ask you again to leave,” the Chef snapped, his temper quickly rising.
Kisara’s friend, obviously much smarter than her friend, was standing and pulling on Kisara’s arm to get her to move. Except the spoiled starlit still refused.
“Oh? Like the police would believe you. You didn’t even see it happen,” Kisara spat.
The Chef pointed to his hidden cameras and several of Joey’s regulars who would gladly give witness statements. Finally, the petty princess realized she wasn’t going to win this battle. She threw her nose high and stormed out of the establishment with her friend right behind her. The Chef shook his head as he signaled to the busboy to come clear the table. With a small sigh, he turned back to all the patrons.
“I apologize for this evening’s events. I hope the behavior displayed tonight does not reflect poorly on your opinion of this establishment. Complimentary desserts for everyone,” the Chef said.
The people smiled back at him and some even politely clapped. He also noted that Joey’s tables who were leaving were counting out hefty tips for the young man. Thinking of the young man, he disappeared back into the kitchen to check on the young man.

/……/

“Mr. Wheeler, come up to the board and answer the equation.”
With his chin still resting down on his chest, Joey mumbled a low slur of curses before standing. He kept his head down as he walked up to the board and picked up the marker. The marker flew across the board as he answered. He had been keeping his head from everyone, including his father, since last night. He had never been more grateful that his boyfriend had arrived late to Math class; he hadn’t had to greet the other while the teacher was lecturing.
When he was done, he turned around to face the class. He heard his teacher huff. He sincerely hoped he hadn’t gotten it wrong. That was just embarrassing; especially after all the math tutoring Seto had given him.
“Mr. Wheeler, we are not the ground. Pick your head up and explain how you reached your answer.”
With a great deal of reluctance, Joey lifted his head. The entire class gasped. Even the teacher was stunned into silence. Joey turned his head away, but the damage was already done. Covering almost the entire left side of Joey’s face was a large bruise.
Everyone’s heads snapped around to look at Seto. He looked equally as confused as the rest of them. Joey mumbled for a pass and flew out of the room like a bat out of Hell after the speechless teacher held it up for him. The bell rang a moment later and, after shooting Kaiba nasty looks, Joey’s friends headed for the roof to confront Joey.
Unlike the blonde’s friends, Seto knew that his go-to safe place was not the roof. After packing his stuff and grabbing Joey’s bag, Seto went to the front office where he signed himself and Joey out before going to his car. Sure enough, he found the blonde laying down in the backseat with a blanket pulled over his head. Seto placed his laptop case down on the passenger seat and passed Joey’s backpack to him. A pale hand snuck out from under the blanket to gently take it from the brunette.
“Seatbelt,” Seto said as he started the car.
He waited until he heard the telltale click before shifting into reverse and leaving. He made it back to the mansion in record timing. Joey was reluctant to leave the security of the car and blanket, but he slowly climbed out of the back. Seto frowned as Joey walked up to the front step with his chin still down on his chest. He didn’t like this behavior; this was not his proud and fiercely passionate lover.
Seto unlocked the front door and Joey shuffled in through the door behind him. Seto told Joey to go upstairs to his room. His frown deepened when Joey didn’t answer him. The blonde simply shuffled towards the stairs and wandered up them. Seto walked into the kitchen where he found Roland having his lunch. Back in the day, before Joey and Seto started dating, the man would have snapped to his feet to assist Seto. However, now, he simply lifted his head and an eyebrow in question.
“When you’re done with your lunch, put in a call to Chef Christof. Ask if he knows where Joey obtained the bruise on his face. Its size is quite…alarming.”
Roland silently endeavored to place the call once the CEO left the kitchen. The brunette stepped over to the fridge where he pulled the freezer open and grabbed up a cloth icepack. Seto disappeared to take it upstairs to his boyfriend. He was startled when he didn’t find Joey in the bedroom. However, his worries did a flip-flop between more worry and relief, when he heard the shower running.
When he walked into the bathroom and rounded the corner, he came across a sight he had hoped never to see. With the shower flowing cold water over him, Joey sat curled up in a corner with his knees up to his chest. His arms were wrapped around his knees and his head was buried into them. The forgotten icepack plopped to the ground.
Joey cried harder when a great mass shielded him from the water and gathered him into a strong embrace. He leaned his uninjured cheek against Seto as the tears mixed with the water. Seto’s hand fell to the bruised cheek to ever so gently stroke it, even as Joey buried further into him.
“…sorry…didn’t mean…spill…apologized…”
Slowly, as Seto strained to listen over the spray of the shower, Joey told him everything. As Joey was starting to calm, Seto felt and heard the shower being turned off. When he glanced over his shoulder, he found Roland standing there. Roland tipped his head towards Joey, confirming what the blonde had told his boyfriend. Seto jerked his head in a clear dismissal. After Roland left, Seto rolled down onto the wet shower floor and pulled his young lover onto his lap. He turned Joey so the injured cheek was facing him.
Seto hated that bruise. It was a mark that marred his puppy’s handsome features. Sliding a hand around the back of Joey’s head, Seto kept him from moving away, allowing the CEO to press soft kisses to the bruise. Slowly, the fear of rejection receded from the blonde and he even leaned into the touch. He was even accepting of a small kiss to the side of his mouth.
Once Seto had calmed Joey down enough, he dragged the blonde across town to confront the bratty teenager’s father and CEO. Needless to say, the man did not take the news well.
“KISARA!”
A moment later, the female came skipping into the room. She had a playful grin on her face as she walked up to her father.
“Hi, Daddy. Did you need something?” she asked.
Without her noticing, Joey came back in the room from the bathroom and walked over to Seto whom Kisara hadn’t realized was in the room. Her father nodded towards Joey.
“You owe this young man an apology,” he said.
The moment she set eyes on Joey, the three men saw a transformation from giggly little girl to pissed off female.
“You told my father?! How dare you, you filthy MUTT?” Kisara snapped.
Joey flinched badly at the old nickname. Kisara made a step forward as if she were going to try and slap him again. Both Seto and her father reacted. Seto jumped to his feet to stand protectively in front of Joey and her father grabbed her wrist, yanking her backwards. She let out a surprised yelp and jerked her eyes back to father.
“Daddy!” she exclaimed.
“Don’t you ‘Daddy’ me. There is evidence that you struck this young man…in public…over a spill smaller than a computer mouse! You’re lucky he and the restaurant aren’t suing my company,” he told her.
She scoffed as she glared over at Joey who still stood partially behind his boyfriend.
“Puh-leassse. Like this gutter trash could even afford a lawyer,” she scowled.
This was the side of Kisara that not even her father had ever seen. Seto glared as he stepped forward, gaining Kisara’s attention instantly. She smiled flirtatiously and batted her eyelashes. Joey was gagging in the backyard.
I second the motion, Seto thought.
“You can drop the act, little girl, because you’re not fooling anyone. As for Joey, you’re fortunate he doesn’t want me suing you. The public relations alone would destroy your father,” Seto growled.
Her father winced. It was true. The media would have a field day with their little starlit striking a server over something so trivial.
“Why does he matter to you? He’s just a--,” Kisara was interrupted when Seto threw his hand up.
“Don’t finish that sentence. You’ve more than insulted me and my lover,” Seto said.
Kisara’s jaw dropped open. Joey moved around to stand beside Seto, gently threading their fingers together when Seto took his hand. Kisara’s father pulled on her arm, forcing her gaze back to him.
“I told you that Kaiba was taking you out around town as a courtesy to me. I told you he had a lover.”
She tried to protest, saying that her father had never said that.
“Stop it. Your mother was standing there when I told you. As was your security. Now you apologize or your butt will be shipped off to military camp faster than you can blink,” her father threatened.
Her eyes went wide with the realization that this was no joke. She twirled around to face the two male lovers and bowed her head with a low spoken apology.
“I don’t accept it.”
Kisara’s head snapped up with a horrified look on her face while her father looked truly surprised. Seto’s face remained neutral as he gently squeezed his lover’s hand.
“W-Wh-Wha…What?” Kisara gasped.
Joey shook his head.
“I don’t accept your apology. Ya shouldn’t be overreacting over such a simple thing. What if it had been a little kid spilling a little ice cream on you? Would you have done the same thing to them you did to me?”
The expression on her face told Seto enough that the silly girl hadn’t thought of such a scenario. Evidently, Joey saw it, too.
“I can’t forgive you because you’re not sorry. If given the chance, I imagine you’d probably do it again. And that’s why I can’t accept,” Joey told her.
Joey turned back to his boyfriend and quietly asked if they could leave. Seto was in agreement. It seems the other CEO would be taking care of his daughter properly. He gained the man’s attention with a raised eyebrow.
“I’ll be in touch.”
With that said, he gently pulled his lover out of the office. He may or may not have smirked when a roar of shouting emanated from the office. Right now, Seto’s prerogative was returning to the mansion to give his puppy some TLC and discuss this whole open relationship deal.
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