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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 Five

   “What the hell did you do that for?” Kaiba demanded as he reached up and wiped at his mouth, a bright red smear marring the back of his hand.
   “If ya 'ave ta ask, Rich Boy, ya're dumber dan I t’ough'.”
   Sitting on the parquet floor of the huge entrance hall, all the stoic CEO could do was stare at the blond looming above him. He couldn't fault Joey his anger, he had every right to be mad. Secretly, he was glad all Wheeler had done was hit him. But why had he come to his house to do it? He'd never pegged Joey as the type of man that hunted someone down for revenge. On the contrary, he half expected the blond to just forget the whole thing and never bother him again. But here he was, standing over him like an avenging angel, his stance and balled fists indicating he was ready for more.
Kaiba cringed as he slowly got to his feet. Cursing, he reached up and rubbed his injured jaw. The brunette wiped more blood from his lip as he turned and walked across the room, past the sweeping oak staircase and down the main hallway, intent on assessing the damage.
   Not ready to let Kaiba walk away from him, just yet, Joey followed close behind.
   “Do you mind?” He threw over his shoulder when he noticed the blond hot on his heels.
   “I ain't lettin' ya oudda my sigh‘, Mone’bags. Ya might’ be callin' de Cops o' runnin' ta get a gun o' some'in'.”
   Kaiba stopped for a moment as the idea of a pistol began to sound appealing. Now, if he could just remember where he'd hidden that key. His thoughts trailed off as he caught Joey staring at him. “What?” He inquired innocently.
   “Don' ge’ any brigh' ideas, Rich Boy.” The blond warned as he crossed his arms and levelled the brunette with a deadly glare.
   “I don't know what you could be referring to.” Kaiba said with a shrug of his shoulders as he plastered a look of indifference across his face.
   Joey scoffed and fell in step behind him.
   As they traveled, the blond's curiosity got the better of him and he ventured a tentative look at his surroundings. Still cautious as to where the stoic CEO was headed, Joey never let down his guard as he casually took in the décor, trying his best not to gape in wide-eyed astonishment at the generous wealth being displayed before him.
   He was surprisingly stunned to see how warm and inviting Kaiba Manor appeared. He half expected the house to resemble the cold, vaulted interior of a museum or some high-tech, sterile, white and metal laboratory but definitely not the splendid, old-fashion style he was presented with.
   Everything was made from solid oak. From the hardwood floor beneath his feet, to the doors and all the mouldings. The walls and ceiling were plastered in a light-warm beige and a lush and endless carpet runner, patterned in rich blue's and gold's, followed the expanse of the hallway and disappeared out of sight. The wall fixtures were made from frosted crystal and tarnished gold and the furniture was definitely antique in design. But it was the lavish tapestries that captured Joey's attention. They were the most beautiful pieces of artwork he'd ever seen and, depending on the size of wall they hung on, they were anywhere from six to ten feet in length.
   Finally, Kaiba slowed his approach. Reaching out with his right hand, he grasped a tarnished gold doorknob and opened a heavy oak door to reveal a richly decorated bathroom.
   Joey visibly relaxed when he saw the spacious room. Leaning against the doorjamb, he crossed his arms and watched as Kaiba ran a washcloth under warm water and reached up to wipe away the blood. In the silence that followed, he critically studied his handsome nemesis.
   Reluctantly, Joey confessed, the brunette looked good. The blond was so use to seeing Kaiba neatly pressed and wearing an expensive suit. And even though he was still wearing dress pants, the young CEO had discarded his jacket and tie to reveal a rumbled, white dress shirt. He'd released the top three buttons to expose a nice expanse of neck and he'd rolled up his sleeves to reveal muscular forearms dusted with light-brown hair. His disheveled appearance only made him look as sexy as hell.
   Kaiba ran the cloth under the water for a second time, silently cursing the blond as he reached up and wiped away the last of the blood. He had to admit, Wheeler had a nice right-hook. That and the fact that he looked damned hot tonight. Seto's mouth went dry as he risked a glance at the blond's reflection in the mirror. It was the second time he'd seen Joey in a suit and the gangster-style, double-breasted, two-piece looked like it had been tailored to hug every curve of that beautifully tanned body. The dark grey, pin-stripe suited him perfectly. All he needed was a Fedora and a Tommy-Gun and Kaiba could have sworn the blond had just stepped out of the nineteen-twenty's.
   Turning his attention back to his own reflection, he raised a hand and tentatively rubbed his jaw, a tiny bruise already appearing to mar his flawless, alabaster skin.
   “Relax, ya still look gorgeous.” Joey smirked from the doorway. “An' if ya ask nicely, I migh' even kiss it bedder fawr ya la’er.”
   Cold-blue eyes jumped back to glare icicles at the blond's reflection, then fire melted those icy depths at the idea of Wheeler's lips kissing away his pain. Cursing himself for his weakness, the brunette shut off the water and tossed the cloth into the sink.
   Turning around, he pushed past the blond and made his way back to his office. When he arrived, Seto went straight to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a generous helping of alcohol. A movement to his left caught the corner of his eye and he peered over his shoulder to watch the blond enter the spacious room. Joey's constant presence was starting to affect him and he decided it was time to find out what the he wanted.
   Leaning against his desk, Seto took a sip of the aged scotch and demanded. “What are you doing here, Wheeler?”
   “I came ta see ya're broder.” He replied. “Wha' are ya doin' 'ere?”
   “If you hadn't noticed, I live here.” Kaiba retorted. “As for Mokuba, why would you be here to see him? I already told you, he's in the States.”
   Joey's brows knitted together in confusion as he stared at the stoic CEO. Closing his eyes, he shock his head and stated, “Dat's nawt wha' ya're broder sai’ on de phone. 'E sai’ 'e was gonna be back las' nigh' an' asked me ta come by fawr dinner sa 'e coul’ t'ank me in person fawr my review.”
   Seto took another sip and sighed. “You must have misunderstood him. He's not scheduled to come home until construction is complete.”
   “I didn' misunders'and 'im, Kaiba. Ya're broder sai’ 'e'd be 'ere.” Joey insisted.
   “Well, he's not.” The young CEO shot back as he finished the last of his drink and moved to refill the glass. “Why he said he would be, I have no idea, but whatever arrangements you two made will have to wait until he returns. Now, if you'll excuse me, I was in the middle of something when you arrived.” Kaiba added as he returned to his seat behind the desk.
   “I don' get it. W’y woul’ Mokuba tell me 'e was gonna be 'ere, den nawt show up?” Joey pondered the mysterious circumstances out loud.
   Seto swallowed another mouthful of scotch and levelled the blond with an blank expression. Doing his best to appear apathetic, he replied in a bored tone, “I really don't care, Wheeler. That's between you and Mokuba. It doesn't have anything to do with me. Now, get out.” He demanded.
   “I ain't leavin' till I figure out wha’s goin’ on.” Joey insisted.
   “That will take awhile.” Kaiba snorted.
   “Kaiba.“ Wheeler growled, giving the brunette a dirty look.
   The stoic CEO, on the other hand, decided it was time to send the blond packing before things got out of hand. “Listen, Mutt,” Kaiba sneered. “Mokuba is currently in New York. Since it appears the reason for your visit is not longer relevant than there's no reason for you to remain. Now, get out.” The brunette repeated in a firmer tone.
   The last thing he needed was the blonds' presence distracting him. Determined to get back to work, he took another sip of the golden liquid and set the drink off to the side. Then he reached for a pair of reading glasses and put them on, returning to the files he'd been occupied with before he'd been so rudely interrupted.
   On the other side of the spacious office Joey crossed his arms and huffed, showing his annoyance. He rested against the wooden frame of the door waiting for the brunette to acknowledge his existence. When none came, he turned his honey-brown eyes on the stoic CEO and studied every detail. The way Kaiba's long fingers danced over the keys of his laptop. The way corded muscles flexed under his dress shirt as he moved and shuffled papers around. The way his, usually, impassive features creased in concentration as he focused on his tasks. And finally, the most shocking detail of all, the glasses that rested on the bridge of his fine-looking, aristocratic nose.
   If it hadn't been for the fact that he was fuming mad for being sent on a wild goose chase, he'd have been doubled over laughing. He'd never known Kaiba to wear eyeglasses before and he'd known the brunette for over five years. Joey would have thought the spectacles would make him look like some brainy, know-it-all geek but Kaiba made them appear damn near irresistible.
   Pulling his thoughts back to the problem at hand, Joey sighed and shook his head. 'So that was it, eh? The kids' not here so get out. The prick had nothing more to say?' Well, he wasn't going to have any of that. If there was one thing he hated more than being called a worthless Mutt, it was being ignored. And that's exactly what Kaiba was doing; he was ignoring him.
   Joey would have been surprised to learn the brunette was doing anything but.
   Sitting behind the solid oak desk, Kaiba was trying his best to remain indifferent. Unfortunately, he was having a hell of a time succeeding. All he could do was hope the deafening silence would anger the blond and give him cause to leave. Regrettably, Joey continued to stand in the doorway, never making a sound. Curiously, the brunette wondered what Joey was waiting for. 'Probably an invitation to join him,' he thought, but the stoic CEO was in no mood for company. He'd had a long, gruelling day at the office and all he wanted was some peace and quiet. Too bad the Fates weren't interested in being so kind.
   “Well?” Joey asked, finally breaking the silence.
   “Well, what?” Kaiba responded, never taking his eyes off the computer screen. He switched from one program to another as he continued to compare information. The whole process being a complete waste of time since he could barely focus on the data in front of him.
   “Is dat it?” Joey asked, his tone displaying his irritation.
   “Apparently.”
   “Sa, ya gawt nothin' else ta say?” The blond inquired, adding to his barrage of questions.
   “No.” Kaiba replied in an dispassionate voice. He could tell Joey was on the verge of losing his temper. The stoic CEO suppressed a wicked smirk and remained glued to his laptop.
   “'Ow 'bout an apology.” Joey offered with an impatient growl.
   “For what?” The brunette asked, still typing away on his keyboard.
   “Fawr wha' ‘appened at dinner We’nesday nigh'!” He raged, finally exploding. “Fawr wha' ya did, Fawr wha' ya said.” He shouted as he stomped across the room and came to rest at the edge of Kaiba's desk. He reached past the polished oak surface and grabbed two fistfuls of white silk, dragging the ascetic businessman towards him and bringing his face to within an inch of his own. Joey narrowed his eyes and growled, “Fawr every’in' ya 'eartless bastard!”
   Swallowing a gasp of surprise over Wheeler's explosive outburst, Seto narrowed icy-blue orbs and glared daggers at the blond. Their lips were mere inches apart and Joey's hot breath washed over his face, sending electrifying shivers up and down his spine. Kaiba had to use ever ounce of willpower he possessed to keep from dragging Joey across the top of his desk and into his lap. Instead, he simply took hold of the blonds' wrists and applied pressure until Joey loosened his grip.
   When the blond finally relented, he smoothed out the wrinkles in his expensive shirt and sat back down in his chair, taking off his reading glasses and tossing them on a stack of files. Finally, he crossed his legs, and steepled his fingers before he replied with a sigh.
   “Wheeler,” He began slowly. “What happened Wednesday night was a mutual encounter between two consenting adults. There were no victims. I didn't force you into anything you didn't agree to.”
   “Mutual encoun’er? Consen’in' adults?” Joey mocked. “Ya gotta be friggin' kiddin' me?!” He exclaimed. “Ya treat me like a fuckin' 'hore an' ya ‘pect me ta be t'ankful fawr it?”
   The corners of Kaiba's mouth twisted upwards in a smirk as he released an amused chuckle. “Forgive me, Mutt, for calling a spade a spade but you are a whore. The very definition of the word suggests as much. It's an offensive term used to describe a person who is willing to set aside personal integrity or principles in order to be sexually indiscriminate so that one may obtain something; usually for selfish means. You sold yourself to me for money.” The brunette reminded him. “These were the precise conditions for which we were brought together. I did nothing to place you in that position, you did that yourself. Hence, there is no reason for me to apologize.” He finished with a shrug of his shoulders.
   “'W’y I outta…” Joey snarled and launched himself across the desk.
   This time, Kaiba was ready for him. Still seated, he casually pushed his chair back to avoid Joey's assault. The blond grabbed nothing but air as his torso landed across the top of the solid oak furniture; sending papers falling to the ground. His failed attempt not deterring him for one moment, Joey scrambled over the desktop after the brunette. His persistent attack hurling an added assortment of office paraphernalia to the floor.
   Kaiba hissed in aggravation as he watched his laptop teeter precariously on the edge of destruction. He lunged out of his chair and grabbed the computer as it began to fall, cursing the blonds' violent behaviour.
   “Dammit Wheeler, will you watch what you're doing!” He shouted as the placed the piece of hardware safely out of the blonds' reach. Turning around, Seto came face-to-face with his handsome nemesis and snarled, “You've got some nerve, Mutt.”
   The young CEO wasn't prepared for Joey's next attack. Before he knew what hit him, the blond had tackled Kaiba, pushing him up against a towering bookcase and capturing his lips in a brutal kiss.
   At first, Seto was too stunned to react. When he finally did regained the use of his strength, he fought back with practiced ease. “Enough!” The brunette demanded as he pushed the blond off him. “I'm not in the mood for your shit tonight!”
   “Nawt in de mawd, e’? Dat's ta ba’, 'cause I 'm.” Joey smiled seductively as he regained his footing and approached the ascetic businessman. He was going to get the brunette to admit to some form of emotion, even if it killed him.
   Kaiba almost cringed when he saw a twinkle of sadistic pleasure flash across Joey's face. He forced himself to remain calm as the blond took another step in his direction. Fighting back the urge to sink into the bookshelf, Seto stood his ground as Joey sauntered up beside him, running his fingertips over the contours of Kaiba's chest with seductive grace. The brunette bit back a blissful moan as the blonds' wandering thumb swept over a sensitive, dark-pink nipple.
   Deciding he'd had enough of Wheeler's games, the stoic CEO moved to return to his chair when a strong hand pressed against his upper body and threw him back into the bookcase. His head slammed into one of the wooden shelves, with an audible thud and, for a second time, Seto cursed the blonds' violent behaviour.
   “What the hell do you think you're doing?” The brunette demanded as he glared icicles at his brutal assailant.
   “Dis.” Joey simply stated as he leaned in for another kiss.
   Soft, luscious lips brushed lightly over Kaiba's like a gentle whisper causing the brunette to close his eyes in joyful surrender. Seto released a throaty moan as Joey opened his mouth and entwined their tongues in an erotic dance. Rough skin swirled, enticingly, over rough skin before the blond captured the fleshy organ in his teeth and sucked it deep inside. The brunette moaned, once more, as he lost himself in the feel of Joey's wet warmth.
   Kaiba was surprised at how easily Wheeler broke through all his mental defences as if they had never existed. Carefully constructed walls built to safeguard his heart against the pain and suffering of loss. A feeling he'd sworn he would never open himself up to again. Not after Gozaburo had so viciously torn apart the last shreds of Seto's humanity. If there was one thing his adoptive father had taught him well, it was that emotions were a weakness to be overcome and forgotten. To be weak was to lose, and to lose was to die. If Gozaburo had been wrong about everything else, he'd definitely been right about that. And if he thought for one moment that Joey would listen to reason, he'd explain it to him. But he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that his words would be lost on the stupid Mutt. And with that realization, Kaiba's body stiffened. Why should he bother to make the effort? He was Seto Kaiba, after all. He didn't have to explain himself to anyone, let alone some mangy street punk.
   Regaining control of his senses, Kaiba decided it was time to put an end to this stupidity. Placing his hands between their bodies, the brunette pushed Joey off of him and shouted, “I said enough!” When Joey moved to kiss him again, Kaiba reversed their positions and threw the blond into the bookcase. “I don't know what you're problem is, Wheeler, but I've just about had it with you.”
   “My prob’em, Rich Boy, is dat ya don' 'ave an emo’ional bone in ya're body!” Joey yelled back.
   Kaiba snorted and stood to his full height. Releasing the blond, he moved to return to the chaos that was now his desk. “Emotions are highly overrated.” He threw over his shoulder as he knelt down to pick up his paperwork.
   “Ya really don' care, da ya?'
   “No.” Was Seto's only reply.
   “I knew ya's was a waste o' time.” The blond finally conceded and hung his head in silent defeat.
   “That's right, Wheeler, a complete waste of time. So you might as well leave.” Kaiba agreed as he reached for a pen and placed it back on his desk. For some reason, the thought of Joey walking away scared the hell out of him and he held his breath, silently waiting for the blonds' inevitable departure.
   Behind him, Joey just stood there and watched as the brunette carefully rearranged his papers and placed them back inside their proper folders. His mind moved in a million different directions but all his thoughts led back to the same problem. What was it with this guy? How could he be so hot one minute and so cold the next? Seto really was an enigma and Joey's self-imposed questions confused him but what confused him even more was the way Kaiba so readily agreed with him. It was as if the brunette was daring Joey to leave. Daring him to walk away and prove him right.
   'Well, so much for that, Rich Boy. This time you're going to lose'. Never one to pass up a challenge, Joey prepared himself for the next round of his assault.
   Kaiba heard the blond push himself off the shelf. He heard the sound of shoes shuffling across the carpet and for a moment the brunette tensed. Another few seconds and he would hear the office door close behind him, then he'd be alone and Joey would have confirmed what Seto already knew. That he really wasn't worth the effort and maybe he was better off facing the world on his own terms. He expected it, after all, everyone else had given up on him and left. Why not Joey too.
   What he didn't expect was the weight of a strong hand coming to rest on his stiffly set shoulder. The gesture made him jump and the picture frame he'd been holding fell to the floor with a soft thud.
   He felt Joey bend down behind him; felt the blond lean forward and rest his cheek against the back of his neck. “I ain't buyin' it, Kaiba. It's all an act, ain't it?” Joey's soft voice whispered in his left ear. “Ya can' fool me naw more. I've knawn ya fawr taw long.”
   At his words, Seto forgot how to breathe. What was he doing? He was suppose to be leaving, not confronting him.
   Behind him, Joey held his breath and waited for the brunette's inevitable explosion but when silence continued to envelop the room he decided it was safe to press forward. Both arms moved to wrap themselves around the stoic CEO. He felt Kaiba tense as he leaned into his back and squeezed, giving the brunette a firm and confident hug.
   The blonds' heartfelt gesture froze Seto in place. The ascetic businessman couldn't move. Dared not to. He was terrified the tiniest shift in his position would compel Joey to continue what he was doing or leave. His mind screamed in protest, 'No, this can't be happening. Please, don't do this to me!' Kaiba wanted him to stop. He wanted to pull away and stand up, to get back to his boring, relentless, everyday life but his body refused to obey. It just sat there drinking in Joey's warmth. It felt so good that Seto couldn't help but close his eyes and sigh.
   When was the last time anyone had had the courage to hug him, to reach out and hold him against their firm, unyielding bodies? Mokuba hugged him all the time but not like this. The last time anyone else had ever bothered, it had been Roland offering him comfort over the last beating he’d ever received and that had been over five years ago.
   As memories of his past danced across his mind, Seto squeezed his eyelids tighter shut, fighting back unwanted tears that threatened to form. His heart ached and fear clawed at his perfectly polished exterior. He had to end this encounter now. If he didn't, he was going to lose it.
   Hoping, with all his might, that his voice wouldn't betray his uneasiness, Kaiba attempted a steady pitch and spoke. “Wheeler, I want you to leave.”
   “Naw.”
   “Yes.” The brunette stated in a firmer tone.
   “U’, U’. Ain't ‘appenin'.” Joey countered, shaking his head and tightening his hold on the reluctant brunette.
   Kaiba sighed again. This time, out of impatience. There was only one way he was going to get it through the blonds' thick skull that he didn't want him there. Standing up, he turned around to look at his tormentor. All the hate and frustration he could muster appeared in his sapphire-blue orbs as he levelled Joey with a cold and calculating glare. “I said get out.” He hissed in a deadly whisper.
   The blond rose to his full height and met Seto's gaze without flinching. There was no way the brunette was going to frighten him off that easily.
   “Make me.” Joey purred and with a gentle caress to the brunette's cheek as he leaned in for another kiss.
   As soon as their lips met, Kaiba’s body crumbled to the floor.
   Weak, deflated, unable to take anymore of the blonds' emotional or physical turmoil, Seto sobbed and fell to his knees, taking Wheeler with him. It was the last thing in the world Joey expected the brunette to do. Deep, sorrowful sounds of anguish tore through Kaiba's soul and raked his body without mercy and the, once, stoic CEO clung to the blond for dear life.
   Once the initial shock of Kaiba's reaction wore off, Joey was intent on comforting the brunette. But what did he say? What could he do? Finding himself at a total loss, he simply wrapped his arms around Seto's magnificent form and slowly rocked him back and forth, never saying a word.
   From that moment on, Joey lost all track of time. He had no idea how long they sat there but eventually, Kaiba's tormented cries became quiet sobs. Finally deciding it was safe to move, Joey broke the embrace and lightly sat the brunette back on his heels. Placing a finger under Kaiba's chin, he slowly raised his face, then he reached out and began to soothe away the tears. His touch was gentle and tender and Seto closed his eyes, leaning into Joey's warmth.
   “Come on, 'm takin' ya ta bed.” Joey announced when he was finally finished.
   At the blonds’ words, Kaiba's eyes flew open and he tensed. Suddenly afraid that the Wheeler was exploiting his weakness as a way to use him. Immediately, Joey saw the terror in his deep-blue orbs and his expression softened. His fingers lightly caressed Seto's cheek, trying to calm his fears and communicate that he had no intension of hurting him.
   “Relax, I don' mean it like dat.” The blond's lips formed into an genuine smile and he continued. “Ya're tired an' ya lawk like ya coul’ use some sleep. Come on.” he coaxed as he got to his feet, slowly lowering his hand and inviting the brunette to follow.
   For a brief moment, Kaiba hesitated. He would love to accept Joey's offer and get some rest but he still had so much to do before he left for work the next day. As the silence stretched to enormous proportions, the blond's next words invaded his thoughts, making his decision for him. “Wha’ever it is can wai’ 'til tomorra. Ya nee’ some sleep. Come on, I'll tuck ya in.” He cajoled as he wiggled his fingers, “'Less ya wan' me traipsin' t’rough ya're 'ouse tryin' ta find ya're room on my own.”
   Seto risked a tentative smile at the picture Joey's words conjured up and with a single shake of his head, he reached out and took hold of his hand. Climbing to his feet he added, “You'd probably get lost.”
   “Den ya'd better lead de way.”
   Joey followed Kaiba up the sweeping stairwell to the third floor and into the Left Wing of the mansion, the brunette never once letting go of his companion's hand. They walked to the end of the hallway and rounded the corner, only to be presented with another long corridor.
   Joey whistled as the size of the house began to sink in and he quipped, “Geez, it's a good din' I didn'’ offer ta carry ya.”
   Seto chuckled over his shoulder, finally coming to a halt when he reached the last room at the end of the hallway. He opened the door to reveal an enormous bedroom that would have rivalled the size of Joey's small apartment. Everything was decorated in blue and white with oak furnishings and the far end of the room was one gigantic wall of windows covered in heavy blue draperies.
   Two oak doors stood on Joey's right and the biggest bed he'd ever seen rested against the wall on his left, and that bed was Kaiba's destination. He closed the door behind them, leaving them in darkness, and made for the enormous piece of furniture.
   Finally letting go of Joey's hand, he turned down the blue silk comforter and sat down on the white silk sheets. Before he had the chance to tend to anything else, Joey knelt down at his feet and started to unlace his shoes.
   When the blond was finished, he placed the footwear off to the side and gently pushed Kaiba down onto the mattress. The ascetic businessman drew his legs under the covers, silently enjoying the way Wheeler fussed over him as he pulled the comforter over Seto's body and reached behind him to fluff his pillows. As soon as Joey was satisfied that he couldn't possibly make the young CEO anymore comfortable, he slowly leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on Kaiba's forehead, wishing him a good night.
   As he turned to leave, Seto's hand shot out and grabbed hold of Joey's arm, stopping his departure. “Please don't go.” He begged, suddenly afraid to be alone. “I…” His voice trailed off into the darkness, unsure of what to say. Finally, he settled on a simple, “Please stay.”
   Joey paused at the sound of Kaiba's child-like plea. He wanted to remain at the brunette's side, wanted to crawl into bed and snuggle into that gorgeous body but he found himself wrestling with his own fears. That nagging voice in the back of his mind returned to remind him that Kaiba was never going to change and if he spent the night, he was only going to open himself up to more heartache in the morning.
   Seto frowned at Joey's hesitation, his heart slowly sinking in his chest. He relaxed his hold on Wheeler's arm, silently giving the blond permission to leave. Instead, to his astonishment, Joey began to remove his suit jacket and tie. He tossed them at the foot of the bed and reached up to undo several shirt buttons, then he rolled up his sleeves and kicked off his shoes. Reaching for the blanket, he pulled it back and crawled into bed, sinking into the comfortable mattress.
   Kaiba welcomed him with open arms as Joey laid down on his back. He folded his right arm under his head and sank into the soft, down-filled pillows as his left arm reached out to draw the brunette against his body.
   Seto curled into Joey's chest and wrapped his arm around his waist. The sound of the blond's strong and steady heartbeat began to lull him to sleep and Kaiba closed his eyes, feeling for the first time like he belonged.

   Joey woke with a start some time later. For a brief moment he felt disoriented, then his body visibly relaxed as he remembered where he was. He stretched his muscles, marvelling at the luxurious feel of the comfortable mattress, and sighed as he sank back into the feather pillows.
   As soon as he'd heard Kaiba's steady breathing, indicating that he'd fallen asleep, Joey had followed him. He'd had an incredibly peaceful, dreamless night and for the first time in ages he didn't feel tired or sore.
   He risked a glance to his right and located the alarm clock, the bright, indigo-coloured numbers indicating it was only four o'clock. With another sigh he leaned back against his pillow. He should be getting up and going home but the warm body wrapped around him beckoned the blond to stay in the lush confines of the bed and, to Joey's amazement, he found himself reluctant to leave.
   “Do you have to go?” Asked a disembodied voice.
   For a moment the softly spoken question startled the blond. He hadn't realized Kaiba was awake. Slowly, he relaxed and with a deep sigh, he replied.
   “I nee’ ta get 'ome sawn, I 'ave t’ings ta da taday.”
   The brunette tensed, quietly shifting his position to give the blond room to move but Joey's body protested the sudden absence of heat. Before he knew what he was doing his arms reached out and pulled the CEO back against his chest. “'Onestly Kaiba, I ain't in dat big o' a 'urry ta leave.” He admitted.
   Delighted, Seto curled back into the blond and sighed. He'd spent the last hour silently dreading the time when Joey would wake up and announce his departure. Shocked, and not for the first time since he'd opened his eyes, by the fact that he wasn't ready, just yet, to let Wheeler go. Curious as to why the blond had remained in the first place, Kaiba risked a tentative question.
   “Can I ask why you stayed.” His nervousness at the impending answer causing him to toy with the buttons on Joey's shirt.
   “I wasn' lookin' forward ta dat long trip back down de ‘allway ta ya're fron’ door.” The blond quipped and a tiny smile touched his lips.
   Kaiba, on the other hand, wasn't amused. His annoyance with Wheeler's joke showed and he released the button he'd been playing with only to roll over and give the blond his back.
   Joey immediately regretted his words and, propping himself up on his elbow, reached out and placed a hand on Seto's arm. “'M sorry.” He apologized. “I 'onestly don' knaw w’y I stayed, I just knaw I didn' wanna leave.” His hand moved to encircle the brunette's waist and pull him back against his body but Kaiba tensed and refused to move.
   With a deep sigh the blond shifted his weight and moulded his frame to match the curves of Seto's lithe form, then Joey placed his hand on Kaiba's hip and pressed against his bottom drawing a tiny shudder from the ascetic businessman. Leaning over his shoulder, Wheeler brought his lips close to his companion's ear and whispered, “'M sorry, p’ease don' be ma’ at me.”
   The stoic CEO closed his eyes and sighed in defeat as Joey's warm breath washed over his cool skin, propelling the blond to continue on his course of action. His hand caressed the curve of Seto's backside, then moved to the front of his pants and began to rub the swelling flesh concealed underneath. Kaiba released a blissful moan and pressed his body against the blonds', arching into his warmth.
   “Dat's righ',” Joey began. “Ya knaw ya wanna turn 'round an' kiss me.” He chided.
   Unable to resist the temptation, Kaiba shifted in Joey's arms till his back was flush with the mattress. He gazed into honey-brown eyes and silently cursed the butterflies that were forming in his stomach. God, he couldn't believe it. He was nervous. Him! Seto Kaiba! The rich and powerful CEO of KaibaCorp, who ate Heads of State and rival corporations for breakfast, was being brought to his knees by some nameless street punk. He almost laughed out loud at the irony. Instead, he simply shook his head and sighed, bringing his hands to rest on the blonds' forearms.
   “You know, Wheeler,” He began, losing himself in the feel of Joey's embrace. “Sometimes I just don't know what I'm going to do with you.”
   “I can t’ink o' a couple t’ings ya can da ta me righ' naw.” He replied with a suggestive wink and a wicked smile.
   Kaiba couldn't help but laugh at the lewd comment before his expression turned serious and he fixed the blond with a passionate gaze.
   The intensity of that stare stopped Joey's heart dead in his chest. His breath hitched in his throat and he almost drowned in the heated depths. He suddenly lost all capacity to think and he found himself being drawn towards those magnificent blue eyes, parting his lips, ever so slightly, as he tried to pull some air into his burning lungs.
   The ascetic businessman took that as an open invitation.
   His right hand cupped the back of Joey's neck and he rose off the bed to connect with the blonds' luscious mouth. The kiss was slow, wet, and infinitely sensual and Seto took his sweet time enjoying its taste and its feel. Carefully, Kaiba mapped out every contour and leisurely explored the deep cavern as he allowed the desire in his belly to grow unchecked.
   Above him, Joey placed his hands on either side of the brunette, a moan of intense want rumbled in the back of his throat as he returned the kiss with equal fervour. Electricity surged up and down his spine and his pulsing erection threatened to burst out of the confines of his trousers. Joey felt Kaiba's fingers thread through his silky blond tresses as both men slowly devoured each other from the inside out.
   Wheeler lost all track of time as their lips continued the erotic dance but one thing became blissfully certain, he needed Kaiba now. Needed the feel of him pressed against his body, turning his insides into liquid fire.
   Finally breaking their connection, Joey's mouth dropped to the CEO's neck as he began a playful regiment of nipping and sucking. He licked and teased the tender flesh causing the brunette to lean his head back, allowing for easier access.
   “’M.” Joey moaned as he pulled himself closer to Kaiba's unyielding form. He listened, intently, to the brunette's erratic breathing as his hand traveled to the buttons of his shirt, trailing feather-light kisses down Seto's chest as he began to unfasten and part the expensive silk, then his tongue snaked out and licked at the heated flesh. The ascetic businessman could only moan and arch his back off the bed at the rough, moist contact.
   Joey shifted his position, again, as he moved the soft material to expose the entire expanse of Kaiba's muscular torso. He parted the brunette's legs and slipped between them, forcing the stoic CEO to angle his hips and wrap his long limbs around the blonds' trim waist.
   The thought of being in control was heady and Joey's mind reeled with the sense of it. He took his time as his fingers danced lightly over the alabaster skin he admired so much. His teeth, gently, captured a dark-pink nipple and the blond tugged on the budding flesh, drawing another moan from the brunette.
   Kaiba squirmed under Joey's masterful touch and he found himself becoming increasingly impatient with the sensual game of cat-and-mouse. Foreplay was all fine and dandy but Seto was beyond the need for it. His body ached, his skin was on fire and all he knew was that he wanted the blond now.
   Fisting his hands in the soft cotton of Joey's dress shirt, Kaiba pulled himself off the mattress causing the blond to release him and sit up. His mouth latched onto the side of Joey's neck and he sank his teeth into the tantalizing flesh, tasting the salt that lingered at the juncture of his shoulder. Wheeler closed his eyes and lulled his head back as he braced himself against Kaiba's body. An animalistic growl emanated from deep inside his throat and his fingernails dug into the soft flesh of the brunette's broad shoulders.
   The ascetic businessman released him only to lick and nip a wet trail up his throat to the base of his ear. When Seto reached his desired destination, he purred out his request in a deep, husky whisper. “Wheeler, I want you inside me, now.”
   Joey gasped and his eyes flew open at the unexpected demand. He couldn't have been more surprised if Kaiba had grown another head and put on a dress. Had Hell frozen over? Had the world come to an end? That was it, he was dead and this was some kind of sick joke.
   He soon realized it was no trick.
   Slowly, Joey lowered his chin till he locked eyes with the brunette. He was hesitant as he searched their captivating depths for any hint of falsehood. What he saw was anything but. All that stared back at him was unguarded truth. The youngest, richest, most powerful CEO in the world wanted him, Joey Wheeler, to make love to him. Pure and simple. And the blond couldn't think of anything else he'd rather do.
   A leisurely, sensual smile laced with pure need formed on Joey's luscious lips and his honey-brown eyes grew dark with barely controlled desire. “'Old onta ya're 'at, Rich Boy. Ya're in fawr de ride o' ya're life.” He drawled and attacked the brunette with a renewed sense of purpose.
   This time, their lip lock was more demanding and Joey's first order of business was to reach for and unfasten Kaiba's dress pants. As soon as he was finished, he relieved the brunette of the impeding garment and tossed the article of clothing to the floor, then he reached for his own pair of slacks, unzipping them and releasing his throbbing erection. He took hold of himself and stroked his velvety flesh, several times, before he let go and returned his attention to the brunette in front of him.
   Moving back between Seto's legs Joey bent forward and braced himself on the mattress, sucking Kaiba's massive length deep into his mouth.
   “Wheeler!” The brunette hissed as he felt the delicate tip of his shaft slip inside. He arched off the bed and groaned as the blond moaned in response, sending blissful vibrations up and down Kaiba's sensitive arousal. As if his oral assault wasn't torment enough, what the blond did next only added to the young CEO’s suffering.
   Releasing Seto with a resounding pop, Joey stuck his finger in his mouth and coated it with a generous amount of saliva. When he was finished he leaned back over the brunette and returned to his former activities, this time, adding a new sensation to the mix. As soft lips moved over velvety flesh, the tip of Joey's index finger trailed a wet path up the inside of Kaiba's thigh till it came to rest at the brunette's opening. A hardened fingernail gently scraped the puckered skin sending shivers of pure pleasure up and down Seto's spine.
   The quiet bedroom was suddenly filled with cries of passion as Joey's fingertip slid inside, barely gaining any depth before slowly pulling out. He repeated the process, several times, never achieving any real penetration and quietly enjoyed the marvellous sounds the brunette was making.
   Kaiba, on the other hand, was tempted to beat the blond senseless. Joey's teasing was sweet torture and it was driving Seto mad with want. He had long since lost all concept of rational thought, throwing his arms above his head and bracing himself against the bottom of his headboard. His hips bucked in perfect rhythm inviting Joey to delve further, without success. The blond was intent on drawing out his pain until there was nothing left. The stoic CEO wanted to cry, his frustration was so great and Joey's taunting was too much. His erection swelled with the need for release and Seto thought he was going to lose his mind.
   Unable to restrain his desire any longer, Kaiba growled out his irritation. “Enough! Just fuck me already and get it over with!”
   At his fevered command, Joey stopped what he was doing and smiled. “My, my,” He tsked. “Ain't we de impa’ient type.”
   “Wheeler!” He growled again, his tone threatening bodily harm.
   The blond chuckled at Kaiba's aggravation and replied, “Relax gorgeous. I'll fuck ya w’en 'm good an' ready.”
   “Do it now or else.” The brunette warned and speared Joey with a piercing gaze.
   “Da ya really wan' me ta stop?” The blond asked as he spread Kaiba's legs and drew himself up on his knees. His thick shaft throbbed with need as his hungry eyes roved over the brunette's exquisite form, drinking in the unbelievable sight that lay before him. The handsome CEO truly was a beautiful wonder to behold. Half clothed and barely revealing flawless, white skin covered in a thick layer of sweat. Chest heaving as he panted out his proclaimed frustration. Lips swollen from arduous kisses and rich, chestnut tresses disheveled from tossing his head from side-to-side. His intense, blue eyes were almost black with want and his arms were still braced against the bottom of his headboard.
   “Joey, please,” Kaiba begged. “I need you.”
   That whispered declaration was almost Joey's undoing. Beads of milky, white fluid dripped from the tip of his throbbing length and the blond reached down and took hold of it, aligning his body with Seto's opening. His other hand brought the brunette's left leg to rest against his shoulder as he lunged forward and buried himself deep inside.
   A painful cry tore from the ascetic businessman's throat and echoed around the room almost making Joey regretful of his harsh treatment but he knew the brunette too well and they had long since past Kaiba's threshold for tenderness.
   His suspicions were confirmed when, a heartbeat later, Seto arched his back and rocked his hips in time with Joey's. Hard, male bodies clashed together as the blond trust into Kaiba in a relentless pursuit of pleasure. He bent the brunette's right leg and spread the stoic CEO further apart as he watched his massive length slide in and out of Seto's tight hole.
   Their bodies burned with their frenzied quest and sweaty flesh was set ablaze as the two men collided with each other. Joey had to remind himself that this was not simply a physical act. He and Seto were undoing years of common hatred and shared loathing in an attempt to create a new foundation of trust and friendship. And with each movement, they striped away another wall that had been built up between them.
   Joey felt his impending climax building in the pit of his loins and he knew their time together was short. Reaching out, he took hold of Kaiba's pulsing erection and matched his strokes to their mutual rhythm. His hand moved hard and fast and Seto's cries increased in volume which only served to feed the blonds' rising passion. One, two, three deep thrusts later and Joey was pumping out his release. He never slowed his pace as he spilled his seed into Kaiba's lithe form, refusing to leave the brunette unsatisfied.
   Through his passion-fogged mind Seto registered the fact that the blond had just emptied into him and he came violently, screaming Wheeler's name.
   Exhaustion immediately overtook Joey's tired body and the blond released Kaiba's legs to fall across his sweat soaked frame. The two young men panted out the last of their physical exertions until Joey withdrew from the brunette's aching form to fall onto the cool, silk sheets.
   Almost instantly, Seto was back in Wheeler's arms curling into his muscular physique. The blond managed a weak smile as he hugged the brunette closer, then he licked his parched lips and chuckled.
   “What's so funny?” Kaiba inquired, slightly miffed that Joey could find something to laugh about after what they had just shared.
   “I was jus' t’inkin',” The blond began as his memories traveled back in time to their previous encounters. “We've done dis t’ree times naw an' we ne’er da manage ta da dis righ'.”
   “How so?” The brunette asked, finally intrigued.
   “Dis.” Joey replied, reaching out and fingering Seto's shirt. “Ya da realize dat de two o' us ain't ne’er been comple’ely naked, don' cha?”
   Kaiba finally saw where the blond was going with his thought and he released a quiet chuckle of his own. “Next time, Mutt. I promise.”
   Joey couldn't help but laugh as he countered softly, “Ya're on, Rich Boy.” Then the blond slowly closed his eyes and fell back to sleep.
   Seto, however, remained wide awake thinking over the night's events and trying, desperately, to focus on the emotions that still raged within him. He wasn't quote sure how he felt about Joey but he knew one thing was for certain, whatever animosity the two young men had once harboured for each other, it was now gone.
   But what had replaced it? That was a good question and Kaiba didn't have an answer for it. It wasn't love, that he knew for sure. He hadn't reached that point, just yet. But then, what was it? Friendship? Could he really call Joey his friend? Did he even know what the entailed?
   His memories took him back to a time he never thought he'd visit again. Back to his parents and just after that, back to his Aunt and Uncle’s. Even when he and Mokuba had been abandoned at the orphanage, Seto had never had any real friends. He’d been too busy protecting his little brother and trying to find them a home to waste his time on such nonsense. And even after they’d been brought to the Kaiba Estate the brunette had been too engrossed in his studies to focus on anything close to friends.
   So, how was he suppose to categorize his feelings? And how did the blond fit into his ever active lifestyle? But the biggest question of all was did he want Wheeler there?
   With a deep sigh, Seto propping himself up on his elbow and stared at Joey's sleeping form. He quietly reflected at the intensity of emotions the blond caused within him. Only moments ago it had been a desire so strong it had been painful, and now, what was it? Respect? Yes, he'd certainly uncovered a new found respect for the blond but there was something more. He just couldn't put his finger on it.
   Setting his thoughts aside, Kaiba risked an unenthusiastic glance at his alarm clock. It was almost six in the morning and whether he liked it or not, he had to get up and go to work. There was still so much to do and time was running out.
   Slowly, so as not to wake the sleeping blond, Kaiba disentangled himself from Joey's comforting hold and crawled out of bed. He winced slightly as he stood up and almost laughed out loud at the irony. Never in his life had he ever felt such a throbbing pain in his backside and it had never felt so good. An extremely powerful and, awe-inspiring sense of euphoria washed over the brunette and for a brief moment, Kaiba hesitated. For the first time in his life he'd given himself freely to another and the feeling was so intense it almost floored him.
   With that last thought, Kaiba crossed the room and reached for the tarnished-gold doorknob that would admit him into his personal bathroom. Opening the solid oak portal he stepped inside the spacious room and turned to close the door, taking one last look at the blond sleeping in his bed. Would it really be so bad to let Joey in?
   It was definitely an option worth considering.
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