Rent to Own
Chapter 12: Teetering
Author's Note: Well, like I said, this update was faster. :) Hopefully this counts as "plot-moving" smut. As always, many thanks to those of you who gave me feedback, with a special shout-out to those of you who said things on the lines of "I expected this to suck, but it didn't" - honestly that's some of the best praise I can get, I think. :) If I screw up, please let me know, this is the first big writing project I've done in ages.
Oh, and once again, not a songfic but "Devil in a New Dress" is Kanye West's, not mine. It was kind of my inspiration BGM writing this bit. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
As the lock clicked shut, Kaiba reached over to his phone/intercom and disconnected it with a flourish. He returned his gaze to his 'employee' in the leather chair in front of him, propping his chin up with his elbows. "Take off your clothes," he commanded.
"C'mon Kaiba, you gotta be kiddin me.." Joey choked out in protest, frightened as his mind and body clashed against each other again. Every time, it felt like the body - and that voice inside it - were winning out more and more easily. (Do it! You know you want to!)
"Take off your clothes, whore." At first Kaiba thought he had made the blonde flinch, but he soon realized that it was a shudder of reluctant pleasure, and not pain. "Slut, I didn't pay 50,000 dollars to be kept waiting."
The second insult made Joey shiver again. (I'm not a slut!) (You are. You'll feel better when you admit it) The argument continued even as he stumbled to his feet obediently.
He saw flashes of images in his mind -- Kaiba looking down at him the first time he sucked his cock. Himself, from last night's dream, playing with his nipple rings. Himself almost a year ago, t-shirt balled up in his mouth like a gag as he frantically beat off to a boy in one of his magazines; a boy who looked kind of like Kaiba. Himself, on his knees in the limo the day before. Bouncing on Kaiba's lap in ecstacy. The dream him again, writhing in his restraints, making the bells tinkle. (Are you going to deny these?) The voice said. Joey struggled to ignore it.
(OK then. How about these?) Another series of flashes. Tea talking about how she was "saving" herself for marriage. Playing "house" with Serenity when they were little, and still had no idea where babies came from. Yugi's blush the first time Tea wore that tube top getup. The childish ways Tristan tried to win his sister's attentions.
Himself, knees pressed to his chest, begging Kaiba to give him his cock.
(Do the math. Let go.)
(I CAN'T), Joey's thoughts screamed, pleading with....himself? The collar? The Egyptian God of virility?
(What are you afraid of?) Joey didn't know how to answer that. (Remember what Mai told you? It's OK to enjoy it.)
"I'm not paying you by the hour, mutt. Clothes. Off. Now." Kaiba interrupted, drumming his fingers on his desk impatiently.
(Just let go. I'll take care of the rest)
With a long, staccato exhalation, the blonde boy gave in at last, and Joey Wheeler closed his eyes, just as the Mutt opened his. First came the jacket, slowly unbuttoned with trembling fingers, and then tossed aside. Next was the t-shirt, pulled over his head to reveal the tanned, lean muscle and rock-hard nipples underneath.
Kaiba looked at Joey in admiration. "Beautiful...." he whispered, turning the music back up a bit in hopes of hiding the compliment from the other boy's ears. "Now the pants. Slowly. Make it a show." The sultry beat of "Devil in a New Dress" went well with the slow swivel of the brown eyed boy's hips, as he slowly undid the front of his pants, letting them fall to the floor.
The music and Kaiba's hot stare acted like an amplifier to the collar's power -- (It's not the collar, slut, it's YOU) -- and the Mutt felt himself floating as his rough fingertips ran down his chest, before hooking into the elastic of his boxers, pushing them down like he was shedding a coccoon. In a way, every time he let go like this WAS breaking out of a coccoon, a beautiful, sensual butterfly that always quickly flew back, desperate to return to the safety and innocence of a caterpillar.
As Joey stood naked before him, Kaiba looked him up and down, almost reverantly. He wanted to reach out, to run his fingers through those dark golden curls, to caress the shaft that stood proudly out from them. But not this time. This was more for Joey's punishment than for Seto's pleasure...at least, it was supposed to be. "Very nice, mutt," he cooed, his hands clenching the edge of the desk to keep them occupied. "Now sit back down. I want you to show me how you touch yourself."
The demand startled him. "You want me to....." the blonde blushed, down his cheeks, past the collar and all the way down to his chest. "But....alone? I..." (I want you to touch me) (No we don't!!!) (Liar. We want him. We've always wanted him)
"Show me what you want me to do to you," Kaiba repeated, ignoring the other boy's embarrassment.
"Oh God..." the mutt's eyes fluttered closed, neck tilted back sensually as he imagined Kai--no, Seto -- pulling him close, running his hands up and down his body. He sat down slowly, caressing his thighs sensuously as he pushed them wide open, giving Seto the best view possible. He was already so hard now, the shame just made it hotter -- (that doesn't even make SENSE!) -- as he ran one hand through his already-tousseled hair, the other sliding down his face, pulling full, wet lips open as his fingers trailed down, down to trace over his neck - collar - clavicle - chest - stomach, down to.....
"Seto..." The brunette's blue eyes widened as he heard his name the moment Joey's tanned fingers wrapped around his cock, squeezing gently as he teased at the underside with his thumb. Kaiba tugged at the collar of his black turtleneck, suddenly needing more air. "Go on, puppy," he coaxed, his voice darkened with lust almost as much as his eyes. "Do what you feel."
"Feels....so good," the mutt sighed, throwing a leg over one arm of the chair as he continued to touch himself. As precum began to dribble forth, he smeared it over his glans with his thumb. The hand in his hair trailed down to fondle his balls. In his mind's eye, it was Seto's hands, Seto's mouth; the old familiar fantasy that Joey had been trying to give up on since that first day of school.
Kaiba swallowed, doing his best to ignore how every instinct in his body was telling him to leap over the desk and take what was his. "Tell me more," he nearly moaned, quietly reaching over to turn up the air conditioning.
"Mmmm.... you... watching me.... feels so...." the mutt bit his lip as he began to stroke himself.
"Humiliating?"
"Ahhh... "
"Mmmm...." another languid nod as the nude boy's hand sped up a bit.
"...Hot?"
"Mmmmm..... yeah...." the mutt groaned in agreement. The hand juggling his balls moved to his lips, which eagerly took in 2 long, tanned fingers to begin sucking in earnest. The other hand continued to pump, each stroke sounding wetter and louder.
The brunette began to notice that his dick was pressing uncomfortably against the bottom of his center desk drawer. Gritting his teeth, he reached down to lower his chair and pushed it back, still doing his best to control himself, even as Joey slowly pulled the shining, wet fingers from his hot, reddened mouth and ---
"Oh God," Kaiba hissed as the blonde threw his other leg over the opposite arm of the chair and began finger-fucking himself.
"Wish....it was.... you," the Mutt gasped, syncing up the rythym of each hand as his hips began to buck, lost in the pleasurable feelings all over his body.
"Remind me, mutt," Seto said, chest heaving. "Who are you?"
"Mmmphh... ahhh... yours...." the blonde was close now -- skin flushed, thighs shaking, balls tight and eager to let go. His hands moved faster, coaxing sexy whimpers and moans out of his lips with each stroke. "All yours..."
"My what?"
"Your....mmmph...slut," The mutt groaned in reply, his entire body starting to shake. "Your...who---AHHHHH!!!" he came with a shout before the word even left his mouth completely, as he painted his groin and stomach with spurt after spurt of hot, concentrated lust.
"Good puppy," Seto praised, his voice cracking slightly. He nearly came in his own pants just watching the view. As Joey lay sprawled over the chair, panting in exhaustion, Seto could swear the boy's lips curled into a lazy smile at those words. "Here," he said, pulling a box of wet tissues from his desk and walking around the desk to hand them over. As the sweaty, sated, (fucking gorgeous) blonde slowly opened his eyes and looked up at him through wet, heavy eyelashes, the CEO froze.
The tissue box fell to the floor as Kaiba fell to his knees in front of the chair, choosing a more intimate cleaning method at the last moment. The blonde gasped as he felt a hot tongue gently, but firmly, lick at his inner thigh, the blue-eyed boy's hot breath tickling the sensitive skin there.
"Mmm.... Seto..." The collared boy sighed happily, revelling in the feeling of his owner's mouth moved over his still-sensitive penis, his stomach, and finally his hand. He watched in fascination as this man, who basically owned him, who made more money in 30 minutes than he would in his entire lifetime, methodically lapped at his palm, then sucked at each finger in order, giving the "cleaning" the same attention to detail the CEO gave everything. When it was finished, Kaiba looked up at him with a slightly softer gaze, one hand reaching up to gently brush sweaty bangs out of the blonde's face. Joey's eyes were starting to focus again, the black once again overtaken by golden-brown. He blinked for a few moments, then leaned into the brunette's touch, like a scared animal finally gathering the courage to eat from a human hand. Kaiba's thumb gently traced the blonde's lower lip. The two stared at each other for a moment, when a knock at the door suddenly broke their concentration. "No!" Kaiba cursed, quickly standing, leaving a still-dazed Joey looking up at him -- first slightly worried, then downright panicked as his host started gathering up his clothes and throwing them at him.
There were very few people with access to the top levels of KaibaCorp. Two of them were in this very room. Cynthia, the third, was taking the day off. Roland was representing the company at an offsite meeting that wasn't due to end for hours. That meant there was only one person left....
"Seto?" Mokuba's young voice called out through the door, knocking again. "Are you OK? Can I come in?"