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I Know You're Out There Somewhere	By : Firewing Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3536 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5 Work and Play Don�t Mix

Warning: this chapter contains lemonishness. Joey/OC pairing. Mild swearing and a ticked off Kaiba Corp executive.
Disclaimer: Every chapter has to have one of these? This gets old fast. And no, I don�t own Yugioh. This fic is purely for entertainment purposes, not to make money.
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One week later.
It was Friday evening and Jou was finishing up his shift at the end of the night. Because of school, he could only work at the White Tiger on Fridays and Saturdays. He liked his job but it did interfere with how much time he got to spend hanging out with his friends. Tonight he had plans to pick up Yugi from the Turtle Game Shop. Yug was going to stay overnight with him, ostensibly so they could hit the books first thing in the morning and meet up with Tristan and Tea later on. Homework�yeah, right�Joey thought to himself as he noticed Mr. Bronson, the green-eyed and rather good-looking restaurant manager, standing in the doorway of his office.

�Mr. Wheeler, please come in.� Bronson invited the fair-haired youth.
�Is something wrong, sir?� Jou asked tentatively as he entered the man�s office. He�d been in here before for his employment interview. An aquarium of brightly colored saltwater fish was set into the wall behind Bronson�s desk and above it was a photographic portrait of Bronson�s handsome brood of five children who all looked to be under the age of ten.
�No, Joey, in fact your performance on the job is quite exemplary.� Bronson fidgeted with his tie, loosening it as though it had suddenly become far too tight. Jou noticed the abrupt switch to his first name as well. He wasn�t really the idiot certain people claimed he was and he had a pretty good idea where this little meeting was headed. Bronson had watched him with lust in eyes from the moment they�d met.
The restaurant manager went to the back of the office and slid aside a panel of the false wall. He waved Joey into the next room, which turned out to be an ordinary conference room with a long table in the middle of it.
�So what�s this about then?� Joey asked, feigning innocence and covertly checking out the solidly built man.
�The hours you work must get in the way of being able to go out on dates. It must irritate your girlfriend.� Bronson started slowly, trying to gauge the blond teenager�s reaction. The man cleared his throat and opened the top button of his shirt as he tried to maintain his composure.
Jou knew immediately that Bronson was not in the habit of seducing young male employees after hours and decided to have a bit of fun with the older man. He bit his bottom lip (to keep from smirking) and backed into the conference table (so he could relax while he enjoyed the show), but to Bronson it looked as if the teen was uncertain, perhaps even a little frightened.
�Who�who said I date girls?� Jou asked, stammering a bit to add to the illusion of vulnerability.
Bronson�s eyes widened at that and became more openly lustful. He pulled off his white suit jacket and laid it on one of the chairs as he advanced on the blond. �Maybe you have a boyfriend?� The manager asked, laying a finger on Jou�s full lips and tracing them softly.
�Maybe.� Jou answered and roughly yanked the man by his tie into a mind-blowing open mouth kiss. Releasing the spellbound manager, Jou asked, �Does it matter?�
�You�ve done this before.� Bronson gasped.
�Not with you.� Jou shrugged.
Bronson grinned. This boy was wonderful, yummy, and such a little tease. Oh, the fun they could have together. He leaned into Jou for another kiss and was not disappointed when he felt Jou�s hands slide expertly down his body below his belt line to cup the stiffened flesh longing for attention, even as Jou moved to nibble at the skin of the manager�s neck with his teeth and lips.
�Oh�oh, you�re good�� The manager moaned.
�I haven�t even gotten warmed up.� Jou whispered in his ear.
He pushed Bronson away just enough to be able to kneel in front of him and using his mouth went to work on the manager�s belt. Once that was taken care of, Jou swiftly undid the man�s trousers.
�Ummm�Jou, you had a fine teacher�� Bronson moaned.
To this Joey had no response. He had his mouth rather full at the moment, while his brain occupied itself with memories.
Sex was sweet; it was an easy escape to which he could surrender completely. This major discovery made itself known to Jou at the tender age of fourteen. He�d managed to keep his orientation reasonably private, though he assumed his father knew, in spite of the fact that they had never talked about it. He had told Tristan because he needed someone to confide in and Tristan knew how to keep his mouth shut when it really mattered. He didn�t have those kinds of feelings for Tristan, even a gay guy needed male friends he could trust and depend on, and it was a good thing too because Tris was as straight as they came. The boys had first met in elementary school and bonded like long lost brothers. They had run with a rough crowd, always watching each other�s backs. Tristan had an irritating habit of being a little too protective of him, but eventually Jou learned to overlook this dubious flaw.
When Jou was fourteen he earned a little extra spending money by running errands for a nineteen-year-old agoraphobic neighbor. His name was Roger and he couldn�t leave his apartment without having a full-blown anxiety attack. His therapist made house calls once a week. She had seen Jou in the hallways a few times and talked Jou�s dad into letting him run errands for Roger. The therapist thought Roger needed a friend to help draw him out of his shell, a living human being and not a cyber buddy from a chat room. Roger made his living as a freelance writer over the Internet, which only gave him an excuse to become more isolated. To the therapist the energetic, friendly blond boy seemed to be a ray of hope.
As it turned out, Roger was the one to draw Jou out as he fell in love for the first time with the gentle, lithe young man who was incapable of hurting anyone but himself. A few months after the two became lovers, Roger killed himself with an overdose.
Unfortunately, it was Joey who found the body of his dead lover, and it sent the blond boy on his own path of self-destruction. He built himself quite a reputation as a street punk running with his school�s most feared gang and a boy whore to a select few, a classification which was composed mainly of his father's business associates.
Tristan alone had been able to keep Joey grounded at all. The love he�d lost when his mother abandoned him and deprived him of his sister was replaced by the tenderness he found in Roger�s arms. It was in those terrible days after Roger�s suicide that Jou found himself confiding in Tristan. Later, Jou found another sweet innocent with Roger�s soulful gentle eyes in a boy named Yugi whom Joey first bullied and then came to respect. Their friendship healed the torn spaces in Joey�s soul.
Joey was brought back to the present by the manager�s increasing moans and body tension in time to prepare for the man�s climax. Out of the corner of his eye, Jou caught movement at the open panel and he found himself looking into twin chips of diamond-hard, sapphire-colored eyes.
�Shit!� Jou fell on his butt and scrambled away from the dazed and confused restaurant manager who ended up coming all over the space where Jou had been.
�Huh?� Bronson looked around to find a certain enraged CEO come striding toward him.
�You�you baka! I don�t ever want to see you again! You�re terminated! Get out of my sight!� Kaiba raised his voice only a single octave, but it was chilling in its coldness. �You will never work in Domino again!�
Bronson made a run for it. Jou, on the other hand, was trying to hide under the conference table. He wasn�t a coward, but this was Kaiba after all, and Jou knew from experience that confrontations with Kaiba did not usually end well for him.
�Wheeler. Get out here. Quit acting like a sniveling dog.� Kaiba commanded.
Joey wanted to obey, but he couldn�t. He was simply too embarrassed to move. The next thing he knew the long conference table was crashing on its side and his shield from the dragon master was gone.
�Uh�hi, Kaiba. Whatcha doing here?� Joey smiled weakly.
�You filthy, disgusting excuse of a bitch in heat�� the classic glare was combined with the classic arms crossed over the chest stance. Kaiba kept his voice low, but it carried the promise of a tidal storm. �Look at me, Mutt!�

�I AM NOT A MUTT!� Joey roared.
�You are if I say you are.� Kaiba snapped. �You certainly don�t have enough dignity to be a man. What the hell were you doing?�
�I�m surprised a genius like you can�t figure that one out!� Jou countered. He got to his feet. His face was bright red from a combination of anger and embarrassment. �But then again, you�re so fricking frigid, I�ll bet you�ve never been laid! If it weren�t for your money nobody in their right mind would want you!�
He pushed past Kaiba quickly, turning back only long enough to say, �Don�t worry about firing me, Kaiba. I quit!� before he stormed out of the office. That moment was long enough for Jou to register the hurt and shock in those depthless blue eyes.
�Well, Mr. Frigid CEO, you may know one of my secrets, but I know one of yours as well�� Jou thought derisively as he sprinted to his beloved motorcycle and throttled it into a resounding roar of defiance as he rocketed off into the night.
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