WARNING: SELF LOVE IN THIS CHAPPIE!!! IN OTHER WORDS, MASTURBATION!

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Suspicions Confirmed

Joey’s POV

I woke up for school and dressed in new clothes I got from the Salvation Army. Hey, it may not be much, but it’s clothing! Besides, I have to keep the reality from my friends: I’m a street kid.

I know what will happen when they find out. ‘Poor Joey this.’ and ‘Poor Joey that.’ I love my friends, but for them to hear I’m a street bum would break their hearts.

I can’t do that to Yugi. The little guy would have a heart attack if he found I’ve been living on the street, slummin’ and pimpin’ myself out like a piece of used merchandise.

Yugi deserves better than that. Occasionally, I don’t reject their offers for me to spend the night at my friends’ homes. Ryou’s dad, Steven, is hardly home. Tristan is too busy playing kissy-face with my sister. I told him one day that if he breaks my sister’s heart, I’ll pound him into the concrete. Tristan’s reply was, “As long as you don’t spill my coffee, I don’t give a rat’s ass what you do to me.”

I went to school with the familiar growl in my stomach. The loaf of bread I stole was gone. I had nothing to eat.

So damn starving!

Hmm….Looking around the hallway, I saw Kaiba….Seto….leaning over reaching into his locker.

I wipe my face free of drool as I look at the god in leather pants….tight….squeaky….revealing….leather pants.

Oh hell, yeah! Now there’s something I’d like to wake up to every morning! That would be the life…my gin…my Jack….my Seto.

Mmm….Seto.

Conveniently, my locker was beside his. Then it occurred to me…I could solve my lack of food problem right here! Baka Joey! That’s me!

I purposefully leaned over, giving Seto a surprisingly good view. Damn History book weighs a ton! Stupid class. Stupid fifty pound book! When I was done, I stepped back, continuing to admire the very, very, VERY nice view.

Seto looked back and raised his eyebrow. I hope he doesn’t notice my…oh crap.….he did. Seto snickered.

“Puppy, what are you doing?”

“Umm….Umm…..Admiring the new fluorescent lights??”

Seto slammed his locker shut. “Everyday you come in here and spend at least fifteen minutes looking at my ass! Can’t you find something else to look at?”

Uh-oh. Now he’s ticked. Time to turn on the charm. If I don’t work my magic, I don’t eat dinner tonight.

I hate this life. Pimp this. Sell that. I can do it. I’ve learned to become an aggressive and persistent salesman from living on the street!

Check this action out!

“I don’t know, Kaiba. What else would you like me to….look at?”

Okay. Corny, but food is food, right?

Seto raised an eyebrow. “Joseph Wheeler….you’re going to get a good look at my fist if you don’t knock it off!”

I brushed back my hair. “Come on, Kaiba! You know you’d like me to!”

“I have no time for this, Wheeler!”

I grabbed Seto’s arm. Seto dropped his book as he pinned me against the locker!

“Never…..EVER…touch me without my permission! The next part of your body that comes near me gets bitten off! Got me, pup?”

Shit. He’s pissed. No dinner for me tonight.

Seto grabbed his books and walked away. Another day without dinner. I can do it. I did it once for three days! I can do it again.

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Seto’s POV

The pup looked like he was getting thinner. He looked awfully pale when I saw him checking out my butt again this morning. What is with him?

He must not have noticed, but I saw that some dirt was in his hair. Didn’t he look at himself in the mirror before coming to school? His dad must have broken the mirror in the bathroom again or something. I’ve heard Joey mention that his dad was a drunk who often broke things around the house.

If it’s none of my business, and it shouldn’t be, why do I feel like I have to pry?

I am Seto Kaiba! Not a mongrel’s master!

Beside me in class, I looked at his shirt. It was a little small for his size. His sneakers were dirty.

Underneath his fingernails, Joey had some dirt.

Maybe….maybe it was him in the alley! I thought I saw him one year ago in that alley and I’ve been around that area lots of times since.

It seems people in the downtown area have a problem paying their bills! So, Donny has to drive me down there often. You would never know that guy is a family man! He can dodge flying bullets like a pro. And he is one hell of a sharpshooter!

I was down there last night and thought I saw Joey in the same alley. Hmm...I think it’s time I did a little test to see if the puppy really is the resident of the alley.

After school, I called Hill Valley Hotel. They were a nice hotel not far from Joey’s alley. They offered me a room with full room service. I scribbled a note on a piece of paper: ‘Come to the Hill Valley Hotel. Room 206. Come alone. Wear the jacket.’

Slipping it into the mutt’s locker, I left the school. I ordered my maid, Monique, to clean a used jacket for me.

I told Donny to rush home and get the jacket. Time to see if my suspicions are true.

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Joey’s POV

I got in trouble for sleeping in class again. Nothing new. A concrete step is not comfortable at all. But, my teachers don’t know that. All they see is Joey the slacker. Nothing new there.

I went back to my locker and saw a slip of paper shoved into my locker. I read the note. Jacket? What jacket?

Oh my god! Joey’s a lucky boy tonight! GO ME! Money for dinner! Tristan pat me on the back. “See you tomorrow, bud!”

“Wait! Tristan!” Tristan didn’t live too far from the hotel. “Tristan, can I come home with you? My dad didn’t pay the water bill again and I have to get a shower.”

Tristan shrugged. “Sure, why not? Your dad has a real problem with utilities, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah.”

“I make sure my water and electricity are up to date. I need water and electricity to make my coffee, you know. ALL HAIL COFFEE!”

Rolling my eyes, I tugged on him. “Let’s go. I’m skanky and I need to get cleaned. I have a date tonight.”

Tristan grinned. “Who’s the lucky girl or guy, Joe?”

I shrugged. How the hell should I know? As long as it has two legs and will give me money for food or drink, who cares, right?

“Some girl.”

Tristan snickered as we rode home to his place. Tristan knew I was bi. It was no new news to him that I liked girls, too. But there was just one guy I was willing to do anything with….Seto Kaiba.

We entered Tristan’s apartment and he went straight to his coffee pot. I raised an eyebrow.

“Does my sister know about your crush on the coffee machine?”

Tristan shrugged and prepared a new pot of coffee.

“I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. I need my shower.”

Tristan needs help, but he’s a good guy. I don’t know how my sister can live with his coffee addiction, but she does.

I showered quickly and put my old clothes on. Tristan offered me a coffee for the way back home.

It was getting chillier outside. Winter was quickly coming. That was going to be hard like last year. I only survived it because I ended up back home after getting arrested every day. I spent a few nights in jail for disorderly conduct and underage drinking. Comfy bed. Food. Warmth. Television! Yeah, my dad would come bail me out, take me home, make love to me, and I’d be back on the street by morning. That’s how I lived for seven months. Not too shabby.

I accepted the coffee, though I enjoy Chai Tea much better than coffee. I walked back to my alley and looked at the note again in my pocket.

Wear the jacket. What the hell? What jacket?

I emptied my bucket for collecting rainwater and dumped it out. The green water mixed with the brown pools of mud and black pools of oil. I removed the lid from my trashcan and dropped my bucket.

A clean jacket!

I picked it out of the trashcan and held it up. It was a red and black Windbreaker jacket! This has to be used! No! It smells clean!

I can hardly remember the last time I wore clean clothes that smelled this good!

I put it on and zipped it up. Perfect fit! My body is so damn skinny from street life it hangs off of me!

Who the hell would do this? For me.

Who gives a rats ass about me? I’m just plain old Joseph Wheeler. Nothing special about me, reader. I’m not special like you. I’m ordinary, but that’s okay.

I can live with ordinary.

I’ve been ordinary all my life and I’ve learned to accept it.

I wonder who would give me a jacket and tell me to meet them in a hotel. Any ideas?

I guess I’ll just have to go and find out, won’t I?

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Normal POV

Seto set up fresh hot food on the table. He stocked the mini bar with some gin and booze. Joey couldn’t hide the bloodshot eyes in the mornings when he came to school, the hint of Gin still on his lips.

Seto had to find out for himself if Joey was the boy in the alley.

Seto brushed back his brown hair as Joey walked into the room wearing the jacket.

Joey narrowed his eyes. “Kaiba! What are you doing here?”

Seto stood up and crossed his arms. “So. You are the one who lives in the alley on Logan Street!”

Joey crossed his arms. “What’s it to you, moneybags? Did you bring me here to mock me and tell me how worthless I am? Well, go on! What’s the matter? You’re quiet all of a sudden! Say something!”

Seto raised an eyebrow. “If you give me a second to explain, puppy, all will be made clear. Now. Come in, or do you want to stand in the hallway?”

Joey entered the room and shut the door behind him. “What’s this all about, Kaiba?”

Seto sat down. “I want you to go and get a shower---.”

“I already had one!”

Seto narrowed his eyes. “You WILL go get a shower. Then you are going to eat. Then you are going to get a good night’s sleep. Can you handle that, mutt?”

Joey removed his jacket and threw it on the bed. “What are you going to do? Just sit there?”

“Works for me.”

“Fine!” Joey’s eyes drifted over to the bottle of Gin on the mini-bar. He grabbed the bottle and took it into the bathroom with him.

Seto shook his head. ‘I knew it. The puppy has a problem.’

Joey stripped and guzzled down half the bottle of Gin quickly. It had been two days since he had a drink and he couldn’t take it for too much longer.

He ran the hot water in the shower and sat on the toilet guzzling down the bitter liquid.

‘If I don’t treat Seto better, he’ll never pay me! He did get a nice hotel room and stocked it with precious, precious Gin and Jack.

He is giving me food. I should show him how much I appreciate it. I better scrub well.’

Joey closed the bottle and scrubbed his body down. He scrubbed his chest, his belly, his back, his hair, and his legs. Nothing was better than hot water running down the body! I better make sure other parts of me are clean. Kaiba won’t like a dirty puppy.

Then again, I’m already dirty inside and out. The only difference is…this dirt won’t come clean.

‘In the end, it doesn’t matter. I’ll get dirty anyway when Kaiba uses me and throws me away.’

Joey finished his shower and dried himself thoroughly. He looked at himself in the mirror. He wasn’t sure how considerate a lover Seto would be.

Joey closed his eyes shut tightly. ‘If I don’t do this for myself, whatever Seto does to me will hurt more. Seto probably won’t do this, so I may as well do it first.’

Joey covered his two fingers with hand lotion and reached behind him. He let out a little whimper as he felt his own fingers press into his body.

‘I’ve learned the hard way to prepare myself before anything happened,’ Joey thought. ‘This never gets easier.’

Joey threw his head back as he forced himself deeper. ‘If Seto is as tall as he is, he must be pretty….endowed.’

Joey let out a little whimper and Seto knocked on the door.

“Joey, are you okay in there?”

Joey finished the bottle of gin. “Fine! Be out in a second!”

Joey removed his fingers and washed his hands. He wrapped the towel around his hips and took a deep breath. ‘It’s time to start the show,’ Joey thought as he opened the door.

Joey stepped out of the bathroom and smirked at Kaiba. Kaiba sat on the chair by the bed reading a newspaper.

“Hello, Kaiba.”

“Enjoyed your shower, puppy?”

“It wasn’t bad.”

Seto motioned to the table. “I have some food over there for you. I have some fruit and I have some fresh hot stew ready.”

Joey raised an eyebrow. “It’s not poisoned, is it?”

Seto rolled his eyes. “Joey, if I wanted you eliminated, I would have had my hired goons attack you in my alley.”

The blond gasped. “You gave me this jacket?! Why?”

“I don’t like frozen puppies. Joey, why aren’t you with your father?”

Joey narrowed his eyes and turned around. “None of your business! Why would you care anyway?”

Seto chuckled. “If I didn’t care, would I have rented a hotel room for you for the winter season complete with room service?”

Joey slowly turned around. “The whole….winter….season?”

Seto shrugged. “It’s up to you if you want to take up that offer. Go eat before it gets cold.”

Joey grabbed a bowl and poured some hot stew into it. The steam escaping from it rose, flooding his senses and making him drool.

He grabbed a bottle of Jack and sat on the bed watching Kaiba intently.

“How is your dinner?”

Joey swallowed hard. “This is the best grub I’ve had in ages! But, I still don’t know why you are doing this for me.”

Seto crossed his legs. “I have my reasons. Enough said.”

‘So, it is what I thought. Let me shower, eat, and then he wants to have his way with me. I can play that game…for a price,’ Joey thought, eating quickly.

Joey finished his stew and put his bowl on the countertop.

Joey’s POV

Time to turn on the Joseph Wheeler charm! Walking up to Kaiba, I licked my lips. I took his magazine and put it on the table beside him.

I removed my towel, revealing myself to him and before he could protest, I straddled his hips.

With a smirk, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “So….Kaiba. What do you want to do?”

Kaiba didn’t look impressed. He wasn’t responding! What is this guy? Dead?

I know what will take care of that!

Grinding my hips into him, I smiled. “Do you want some of this, Kaiba? It won’t cost you much. I can negotiate.”

“What are you talking about, Wheeler?”

“It’s simple, Kaiba. Even you should be able to figure that out.”

Kaiba was starting to turn red as I began to stroke him through his pants. He was either enjoying it or getting angry. Sex and violence are nothing new. Same old, same old. Been there, done that. No big deal.

“Wheeler, what are you doing?”

“I want you, Kaiba.” I leaned into him, looking into his eyes with a burning, alcohol-driven desire. I whispered, “I want you to fuck me.”

Seto gripped my shoulders and squeezed tightly. “Puppy, I am not playing games with you! You will go to bed now! You are tired and exhausted!”

Seto picked me up and put me on the bed. He returned to his chair and I grinned laying on the bed, taking advantage of my spread-eagled position.

I spread my legs and ran my hands over my body. Seto continued to look at his magazine. Maybe I can distract him.

A loud moan escaped me as my fingers brushed my sex.

“Kaiba…..Why don’t ya’ drop your magazine and keep me company over here?”

Kaiba kept his eyes on his magazine. “I want you to get some sleep. Joey, I am not coming over there, so don’t waste your breath.”

“Are you sure?” I asked in a husky voice, grabbing my arousal and stroking myself gently. “It’s getting lonely over here.”

Seto didn’t look up. Damn! Looks like I have go to Step 3. I took my fingers and slipped them inside me again with a moan.

“You don’t know what you are missing, Seto,” I moaned pumping them in and out of me faster.

Why isn’t this working?

Stubborn moneybags! If he doesn’t join in, maybe he’ll just enjoy the show.

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Seto’s POV

I kept my head down, pretending I was watching my magazine. My eyes kept glued onto the panting, sweating puppy in the bed.

Part of me was in heaven. This was probably the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life! Watching Joey doing this was beyond hot…..beyond sexy.

On the other hand, Joey was drunk. Joey had no idea what he was doing. He wouldn’t remember this in the morning.

Gods…is it getting hot in here?

Since when did these pants become so ti---! Uh-oh. Shit.

My hands started getting sweaty. I could see becoming harder with each passing moment.

I wiped the drool from the corner of my mouth. Joey let out another moan of pleasure as his free hand grabbed onto his arousal as his other hand added another finger into him.

I shifted in my chair. Think un-sexy thoughts…..meetings……taxes…….personnel reviews…….

“Oh, Kaiba…..please….touch me…”

Business negotiations………Engineering schematics……..Technology and Research Development……

“Mmmm….Kaiba….so hot..”

Accounts Receivable! Accounts Payable! Umm….Ummm….UNION NEGOTIATIONS!

“So close….please…..need you…”

TAX-EXEMPT ITEMS! LEGAL WRITE-OFFS! ILLEGAL WRITE-OFFS! Umm…PUBLIC RELATIONS DEPARTMENT! Umm…umm…..DAMN!

I CAN’T TAKE IT! One look won’t kill me.

I lifted my head just as Joey climaxed. His body shuddered, his scream ripping through the hotel room as he did.

As Joey’s shuddering ceased, he removed his hands from his body and fell back on the bed unconscious.

I put down my magazine and covered him with a blanket. When he was asleep, I grabbed myself something to eat and I returned to my magazine.

I periodically watched Joey sleep. He really was quite beautiful. His body twitched in his sleep. His eyes closed tightly shut and from his shaking, I knew he wasn’t having a good dream.

“Daddy….no….please…don’t hit me! I’m sorry!”

What’s this? Joey’s dad hit his son? No wonder Joey lived on the street!

“Daddy…please….don’t come near me!”

Poor Joey. I know what he was going through. Gozuburo used to do the same…trying to make me a “model” businessman.

****Flashback****

“Seto! You know that a businessman doesn’t cry no matter how much he is beaten!” Gozuboro snapped as he punched the ten year old chibi again.

“SETO! BIG BROTHER!” Mokuba ran in front of Seto, blocking Gozuboro’s punch. “Don’t hurt him! He’s my brother and I love him!”

Seto saw the fist flying and pulled Mokuba to the ground to avoid the swing.

“You brats aren’t worthy of taking the Kaiba name!”

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My step-father tried to beat the childhood out of me.

It succeeded.

But did not hurt half as much as his other attempts to indoctrinate me into the adult world.

***Flashback***

Gozuboro looked down at his ten year old stepson. “Part of running a business, Seto, is keeping the people who are under you quiet! You never know when they will spill their secrets to the wrong people.” Gozuboro gagged the ten year old struggling against his bonds as he was strapped to the bed.

“There we go, Seto. Now no one will hear us….not even Mokuba.”

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That bastard deserved more than me tossing him out of my office window! I should have castrated the old fart before he died! Especially since he put his hands on Mokuba.

But, I caught him just in time before he could molest my brother like he did to me.

I suffered hell for my brother. I continue to live in purgatory because of Gozuboro.

Poor Puppy. I know what you are going through.

I’ve been there, too. But, I will never admit how I feel.

That would be weakness.

I am not weak.

Forget that it happened and move on with life. That is my motto.

I am Seto Roka Kaiba.*

I have no time for emotions. They only serve to hinder business. And they are useless.

Before I knew it, the sun was rising. Joey couldn’t see me here. I have to get home and get some rest. Gods, I love Saturdays! No work. It’s my only day to lock myself in my study and read the stuff I want to read.

I wrote a quick note to Joey. “Meet me here tonight at 6p.m.”

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Normal POV

Seto grabbed his coat, but didn’t notice his “KC” lapel pin had fallen off. Seto left the hotel room, satisfied he had given Joey a safe haven, even if it was for one night.

“That’s my one night of community service a year,” Seto grumbled as he passed the front desk.

Seto found Donny fast asleep in the limousine. Seto climbed into the car and Donny jumped.

“Take me home, Donny.”
”Mr. Kaiba! Yes, sir!”

Seto closed his eyes, unable to get the image of Joey writhing on his back, stroking himself out of his head. It made those tight pants even tighter again.

“Oh great,” he thought.

He touched a button beside him and a panel slid between he and the driver. Donny would not be able to see into the back seat. Seto rolled up the blackened windows and leaned back, replaying the image of Joey in his mind.

‘Dammit, Joey!’ Seto groaned. ‘Why did you have to do that in front of me?’

Seto’s hand brushed against the front of him. ‘This is so wrong! I shouldn’t feel this way about the mutt!’

Seto’s eyes closed as he felt his hand pull down his zipper. ‘This is wrong! I shouldn’t be aroused by Joey! He has nothing to offer me!’

The image of Joey pleading with him, his digits buried deep inside him, played through his mind as he felt his hand brush across his own arousal.

‘I should be repulsed! Sickened! Not turned-on!’

Seto looked down as his hand wrapped around himself. ‘Part of me wishes it was the mutt…the other part hates me for giving into my desires! Businessmen don’t have sexual desires!”

The CEO shifted into his own grip. ‘But those golden strands of hair….that soft skin….that totally fuckable body of his! How could I not find myself aroused?’

Seto bit his lip as he silenced his orgasm. He quickly cleaned himself up.

‘This is wrong. Can I really be attracted to the mutt like this? How can Joey have such a hold on me?’

Seto cleaned himself up. ‘Love is wrong…but then again, if it is so wrong, why can’t I stop thinking about it?’

*Roka: (Japanese) white crest of the wave