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Title: Desideratum: Assessment 1/9

Author: Ykarzel

Rating: NC-17

Pairing(s): eventual S/J

Beta: Shadow Laura, Sonja, Amethyst Rose, Benniepoo

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: Joey and
Seto not mine, all others are.

Ykarzel�s Constant Chatter: For the first time in my existence, I�m
actually writing the author�s note before the piece, and I�m sorry it�s so
long. ThIS
idea has slowly eaten away at me, morphed away from the bunny, and became
something that I have to write. This is
not, however, written the same way or fashion as most of my other pieces. I�m writing this for myself, but I know even
now before I start I won�t be able to keep it to myself.

There may be appearances of certain characters from my other
stories. I usually frown on this in
other works; the re-use of original characters in fanfiction. However, I�m writing this for me, and I want
to play with a few of the characters a little bit more. Someday they may even progress past the
fandom.

One more thing, then I promise I�ll stop. I�m using a bit of creative license in the
concept here. I�m sure places like this
exist, but in this story, they exist legally.
I have no idea what the laws are on this subject here or in Japan,
so I�m dismissing the problem entirely.
I wouldn�t call this AU, even with this alteration, because I want the
boys to keep their past together. It
adds to the interaction.

And so, with no further ado:

Assessment
n: the classification of someone or
something with respect to its worth.

Seto pulled the phone out of his pocket, and hit the speed
dial. Mokuba�s voice on the line
instantly comforted him. Outwardly, he
showed no signs of being nervous besides the fact that his legs were crossed,
an instinctual, unconscious quirk only his brother had ever noticed.

�What�s wrong, Seto?� Mokuba asked. Seto could picture him, pausing in his work
to answer the cell phone only his brother knew the number to.

�I�m waiting,� Seto offered as an explanation. �For the,� he hesitated, �doctor, to
introduce himself.�

�He is a doctor,
Set. I wouldn�t send you anywhere else.� Mokuba had returned to his work. Seto could tell by the keyboard clicking in
the background. That was fine though;
Mokuba was studying law and worked nearly as much as his brother did. All he needed was his brother�s voice and
something to do with one of his hands to keep them from twisting together.

�I�m not sure about this, Mokuba. I feel like he is just a high class whore
with a gimmick.�

�That�s not it at all,� came a new voice, as the door
shut.

Seto could hear Mokuba chuckle. �I�ll talk to you later, Seto.� His brother ended the call and Seto followed
by closing his own phone.

Seto stood and offered the man his hand, attempting to keep
things on a ground he understood. �Hello
Doctor, I�m Mr. Cobalt.�

The man grinned. He
had shockingly red hair and light freckles.
He seemed around twenty nine, only three years older than Seto. He�d expected somebody older. �Sure you are,� the man answered with a
smirk. �And I�m a doctor.�

Seto paused a moment.
He knew the redhead was referring to his pseudo name, something all �patients�
were required to adapt, which he felt
was pointless, as anybody who watched the news would know who he was
instantly. �Are you implying that you
are not a doctor, or you are not the doctor?� he asked as his handshake
was finally accepted.

�I�m Jason,� he answered.
�Dr. Aurulent will be with you as soon as he can be. He�s with a patient at the moment; she�s
grieving for a loss and he is attempting to comfort her. He sent me to greet you, get the paperwork
out of the way, and deliver his apology for keeping you waiting.�

Jason took a seat at the desk, which sported a golden name
plate that read �Dr. Aurulent�. He began
to pull open drawers and remove various papers, treating the desk with every
aspect of familiarity.

�What exactly is it you do here, if you don�t mind me
asking?� Seto couldn�t hold back his
curiosity. If Jason wasn�t the doctor,
he certainly sat at the doctor�s desk often enough.

�I was just a general aid, and the doctor�s best friend,�
Jason answered. �Then we had one patient
who couldn�t stand the touch of anybody who didn�t have red hair. Dr. Aurulent walked me through every step,
and that�s when I decided I would eventually like to be his partner. He�s putting me through school right now.� Jason pulled the cap off of a pen with his
mouth. �There are a few questions I have
to ask you, mandatory.�

Seto nodded, and consciously unclenched his fists. �I understand.�

�Dr. Aurulent works in a close partnership with Dr.
Dessaray, who is female. Your brother,
however, informed us you would prefer a male doctor. If you wish to change your mind, I need you
to tell me now. If not, I need you to
sign here.� He pointed to the line.

Seto�d had all the documents faxed to him the week before so
he could review everything in length. He
knew what the page said. Still, he
hesitated. �Wish to change your mind?�
Jason asked.

�No,� Seto answered, putting the pen tip to the page. �I just don�t understand how you can talk
about it so freely.�

Jason sat back once the paper was signed and smiled at Seto
brightly. �You will learn in your sessions
here with us, Mr. Cobalt, that sex is not the taboo subject you�ve been raised
to think it is. It�s sex; we all do it. Like eating.
Some people prefer to eat apples over oranges, and that�s just the way
it is. Last paper, the legal disclaimer
and privacy policy; sign here.�

This was the page Seto knew back to front. He signed it without hesitation. �May I ask then, which you prefer?� Something about how Jason sat in Dr.
Aurulent�s chair suggested more familiarity than merely best friend.

Jason smirked at him.
�I prefer fruit. Now, if you�ll
follow me, I�ll take you to the room of your first session where Dr. Aurulent
can meet you as soon as he finishes with Ms. Brown.�

Seto wasn�t sure what he was expecting when he walked into
the room. Either a scene from a really
bad porn flick, or a hospital room. The
room was neither. It felt like an office
waiting area, or a den of some kind.
There was a large window on the far wall, thin white drapes pulled
across it. There was a wide couch, set
against a wall, and boxed in by two end tables and a coffee table. Chairs were scattered throughout the
room. Several floor lamps would add
additional lighting if there was need.
The only thing that would have looked out of place in a den setting was
the massage table.

Jason didn�t move from the doorway. �Please call if you need anything. Ms. Brown is on her way out, so the doctor
should only be a moment more.� He shut
the door behind him, leaving Seto alone in the room.

He took a moment to look at the room more closely, for
cameras or microphones. There was a black and silver intercom beside the door,
but that was all that was visible.
Chastising himself for being paranoid, he sat down on the wide couch to
find it was surprisingly comfortable.

That thought, however, led him to think about all the things
that had possibly been done on this couch. He nearly jumped out of his seat
when the door opened.

Using his hands on his knees, he did stand, in order to
properly greet the doctor. However, his extending
hand froze when his eyes met brown. For
the first time in years, Seto was shocked still.

Doctor Joseph Aurulent shut the door and turned to the
intercom beside it, pressing the button.
�Jay?�

�Hmm?� came the bored, slightly scratchy voice in return.

�Please take Ms. Brown down to her car and sit with her
until you think she�s ready to drive.�

�Sure thing, Joe.�

The intercom buzzed and turned off. Joey turned back around, and grabbed Seto�s
frozen hand in a shake. �Over the phone,
your brother assured me that you�d be able to keep our transaction
professional. Though I don�t really
expect that, I do hope you won�t allow our history to heed our progress.�

Seto�s arm fell back to his side when Joey let go of his
hand. �I thought you were a masseuse.�

Joey smiled. �I used
massage therapy to put myself through school.
I earned my PhD in psychiatry and then combined the two practices. Please sit down.� Joey sat on the other side of the couch,
turning and folding his legs so he could face Seto. He relaxed his body and relied heavily on the
casual aspect to put Seto at ease.
Despite what Mokuba had said, acting professional might have been easy
for Seto, but it wasn�t going to get them anywhere.

�You look good,� Joey said, noting that Seto�s appearance
had hardly changed since high school, except perhaps his features were slightly
sharper.

�So do you,� Seto returned cautiously, though the comment
hardly did Joey justice. His hair had
grown out slightly, though not nearly enough to be called long yet. He had matured away from the lanky aspect of
the teenage years and filled his young adult body beautifully. But the most impacting aspect of his
appearance wasn�t tangible; it was an air about him of complete sexual
confidence. He oozed sex without trying.

�Is it alright if I call you Seto?� Joey asked.

�Why?� Seto heard him say before he thought about it. It was a sign of just how flustered he was
that his words were running away without him.
But he couldn�t help it. Joey
was a sex therapist.

�Well, I�m not allowed to address you with your real last
name, and if I called you by your fake last name, it�d seem weird because we�d
both know I know the real one.�

�It�s fine,� Seto answered.

A small stretch of silence followed this statement, in which
Seto�s mind was attempting to wrap around the fact that Joey was his sex
therapist. The silence grew almost
uncomfortable, except that Joey wasn�t the least bit uncomfortable, and Seto
was still trying to grasp that Joey was his sex therapist. It was finally interrupted when Joey stood
and stretched.

�Well, the first session is usually short, but your brother
scheduled you for daily sessions in order to get you back on your feet as
quickly as possible. It�s not something
we do. I usually don�t make exceptions,
but obviously I did.�

Seto was uncomfortable with the fact that Joey was standing
while he was sitting. He hated how it
implied a type of control. But he didn�t
want to stand up, because he wouldn�t know what to do once he got there.

�So, I start my patients with a massage, and while they�re
relaxed we get to know each other.�

�How so?� Seto asked, suddenly suspicious of Joey attempting
to �get to know� him.

Joey smirked, knowing exactly what Seto was thinking. �Well, we ask questions back and forth. My first one is always �What made you decide
to come here?� I probably will let you
ask most of the questions, as I already know most of what I need to know about
you.� Internally, Joey grinned when he
saw his plan working. He knew that Seto
was used to getting special treatment.
Constantly re-enforcing that Seto was a special patient was putting him
more at ease.

�The only thing I ask is that you turn off your cell phone.�

Seto�s hand covered his pocket instinctually. �It�s a personal line,� he answered. �The only person with the number is Mokuba,
and he�d only call in an emergency.�

�Well,� Joey said, gracing Seto with a sweet smile. �That�s a special circumstance.�

Joey walked over to the only door in the room besides the
main exit. �I�m going to go gather my
oils. Just strip all the clothing you�re
comfortable removing and get up on the table.
There are towels underneath it if you want to cover yourself up.�

The moment the door was shut Seto stood up from the couch. Strip?
How much clothing was he comfortable removing? He pulled his shirt and tie off without any
reluctance, leaving them both folded and laid out neatly on the couch. He hesitated at his belt though. Was he comfortable removing his pants? No.
But who keeps their pants on for a massage?

He spent a moment too long thinking about it, because Joey
walked back in. Seto fought desperately
against a blush.

�Leave them,� Joey instructed, easily spotting Seto�s
reluctance. �It won�t matter.�

Seto pulled himself up onto the table, reflecting on the
absurdity of being embarrassed about being embarrassed. Joey�s hands were on his shoulders the moment
he�d lowered himself down. They were
warm and slick with an oil that smelled heavy.

With his face lowered into the table, cutting off his
ability to actually see Joey, the idea of the blonde as a sex therapist didn�t
seem quite so foreign. Besides, Joey�s
hands probably had the ability to make him accept anything if he let his guard
down. There was no doubt that the blonde
was an expert at what he did. Initial
instinct told Seto to resist the relaxation, but his head was for once against
instinct; the point of him being here was to relax.

�Mood swings,� Seto answered.

�Hmm?� Joey asked.

�That�s why I�m here.�
Joey didn�t respond, and Seto felt compelled to go on. �Mokuba noticed them the most.�

�Angry?� Joey asked.

�No,� Seto said slowly, reluctant to elaborate. �Vulnerable.�

�Even worse, in your line of work.�

Somehow, Seto expected Joey to make fun of him. He wasn�t quite ready to let go of the high
school mentality yet. But Joey seemed to
be far past it. And that made Seto feel immature.

�Why this job?� Seto asked.

Joey took his time in answering. �I like to help people,� he said after a
moment. �I realized, after my fourth
relationship ended, that I had a superman complex. I got involved with people because I knew I
could help them. Once they had gotten
the help they needed, I�d want to move on to the next case and usually, they
were ready to go on without me. I knew
I�d have to find another way to constructively channel my need to help people
or I�d never have a successful relationship.�

Seto hadn�t expected an answer quite so profound. But then, he was beginning not to expect
anything. Joey seemed to be gone, Seto
was dealing with Dr. Aurulent.

�This is how you help people?� he asked. �Sex?�

�I don�t have sex with all of my patients, Seto. Only those that need sex. I give my patients what they need.�

�What if I think you�re full of shit?�

Joey�s hands suddenly left Seto, and for a moment the
brunette was afraid he�d gone too far.
But just a second later, Joey�s face appeared below him, as the blonde
sat cross-legged under the table and looked Seto in the eye.

�You, Seto, live in a world where every day people feed you
shit and tell you what you want to hear.
What you need is somebody who will tell you the truth, and won�t
gift wrap it for you. That is what I�m
going to give you.�

Just as fast as he�d appeared, Joey was gone, and a moment
later the hands were again on Seto�s back.
The brunette took a moment to digest that.

�So I can ask you anything?�

�You may ask me anything you need to know in order to be
comfortable with me, and I will answer to the best of my ability, with the
exception of any information pertaining to past patients.�

�Have you slept with that Jason?�

�Jason was my lover at one time. My first successful relationship after I
recognized my own pattern. As I�m sure
you can tell, even after we ended our relationship, we remained good friends.�

�What happened?�

�He found somebody.
Our relationship was primarily based on friendship. Jason fell in love.�

�Have you ever treated anybody from your little group?�

�I can�t talk about my patients, Seto.� Joey�s movements were becoming slower as Seto
became more relaxed. For a while they
remained in silence.

�How can you be so different?� Seto asked, when the quiet
became too much for him, even relaxed as he was. �You used to be a blundering idiot.�

�We all grow up eventually,� Joey answered.

�But you hated me,� Seto argued, though his words were
becoming muffled as he broke the barrier into the half sleep. Joey reached back with one hand and pulled a
chair over so he could sit on the back of it.
On Seto�s back, one hand traced a light pattern up and down his spine
and nothing more.

�I never hated you, Seto.
I always wanted to help you.
Since I first laid eyes on you I knew you were troubled, but you
internalized everything. That infuriated
me, and I was too immature at the time to deal with it.�

Seto gave a deep throated chuckle and Joey knew better than
to be insulted, as the brunette wasn�t going to be quite aware of what he was
saying for a while.

�Tell me about your job, Joey,� he asked.

Slowly, Joey�s hand eased away from Seto�s back and to his
neck, the movement easing into a light caress.
�I meet a new patient, attempt to figure out what they need from me to
be healthy, and I give it to them if I can.�

Seto scoffed, as if Joey�s answer hadn�t been good
enough. �Then what do I need?�

Joey leaned forward and gently laid his head against Seto�s
shoulder. �You, Seto, need a person in
your life that you can trust and that will give you the affection that you�ve
been denied for so long.�

�Not sex?� Seto asked, his surprise waking him
slightly. Even as he became aware of
Joey leaning on him, his mind had yet to find anything wrong with that.

�You�ve had partners in the past five years, I can
tell. Sex isn�t a problem for you. There are plenty of people who will give you
sex. You�re having vulnerable mood
swings because your unconscious is begging for somebody to come comfort you and
ease them away.�

Seto picked his head up off the table and turned it so he
could look at Jou. Blinking twice, he
came back to being fully awake, and for a moment was confused as to why he was
where he was.

Smiling at Seto�s confusion because it was damn cute, Joey
leaned forward. �Morning, sleepy,� he
said affectionately, then placed a quick, soft kiss on Seto�s lips before he
was aware enough to clam up again.

Knowing he�d made a serious amount of progress in a short
period of time, and not wanting to push things too far, Joey moved away from
Seto and turned his back. This allowed
Seto to deal with the shock of the kiss in relative privacy.

�Are we done?�

�Any more questions?�

Seto actually thought for a moment. �Why the name change?�

Joey laughed out loud.
�It was a dare from a college buddy.
But I started to think Doctor Aurulent sounded more professional than
Doctor Wheeler, and kept it.�

Seto agreed, but he kept silent anyway. Joey finished drying his hands of the oil on
a towel before he turned back around.
�Then you are free to leave or stay.
We can sit and talk more, if you feel the need.�

�I think I�m ready to go home,� Seto answered, not quite
stiffly, but firmly.

�Of course,� Joey said, walking over to the door and opening
it for him. �Your only homework is
tomorrow I want you to bring your favorite book with you.�

�Why?�

Joey smiled at him.
�You�ll see tomorrow,� he answered, patting Seto affectionately on the
shoulder then walking away, allowing Seto to leave on his own.

When he heard the door shut, Joey smiled to himself. Today could have gone in either direction;
very well or very bad. He was glad it
was the former. Finally, he would be
able to help the person who had started his need.

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