I Give My Heart To You

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh or the characters therein.

WARNINGS*** This story contains Yaoi (men having sex with men) as well as shouenen-ai (male/ male relationships). It also contains male/ female sex and relationships with references to female/ female sex and relationships, (a little something for everyone) swearing, violence, references to rape, guns and all sorts of othects cts of life people find offensive. If you are offended by any of these things or simply do not like to read about it then leave now; you have been warned and read at your own risk.

CHAPTER WARNING**THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A JOEY/SETO LEMON**



MY HEART I GIVE TO YOU
By Terra
Chapter 2


Seto sat, staring at the monitor in front of him, leaning his chin on laced fingers. His mind didn’t register the flashing “PROCESSING’ on the screen. His attention was on the events of last night.

He not only brought a complete stranger into his home, but had comforted both her and her child, being perfectly content to do so. He had never acted on the desire to reach out to another person, other than Mokuba before. Why now? Why her?

He pressed ral ral keys, bringing up the security camera for the living room. Amara was sitting in the floor playing with Kira. He touched another series of keys; her laughter filled the quiet of the control room.

How could she act so normally? The past few hours would have landed most people in a mental institution. Yet she quietly accepted the situation, continuing with her life as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

Why did he even care? He cared for no one but Mokuba and nothing but success. His adoptive father had beaten everything else out of him, literally.

She had kept him off balance since her appearance. First with the compassion she had shown, Ryou, a total stranger, and then by referring to him, cold hearted Seto Kaiba as a loving person. He didn’t like feeling this way; he was always in control, no matter the situation. Always.

He had never encountered someone like her before. Yugi came close, but...

Hearing a shriek, he looked up. Kira had a tiny hand tangled in her mother’s long red hair. He smiled, watching Amara try to untangle the little fingers of one hand while the other became entangled as well. She laughed the entire time.

Seto noticed she was wearing his silk shirt, the blue one that matched his eyes. He was surprised to realize he liked the way the color set off that long red hair. She also wore a pair of his black running shorts, and soon discovered himself admiring her slender legs.

He continued watching mother and child until a ‘beep’ drew him back to the task at hand.

Seto pulled the last of the scroll copies from the printer. He was quite pleased with the adjustments he made to the program. He planned to have his Research department determine if there was an adequate market for the new version.

“Big brother!” roared through the control room. Seto jumped, quickly turned down the volume. “Open up! We’re here!” Mokuba and company had arrived.

Picking up the copies, he shot a parting glance at the red head on the monitor then proceeded to go meet his brother upstairs.

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Amara looked up, hearing what could easily be described as a stampede of wild animals coming toward her. She grinned when a single raven haired boy came charging into the room. Mokuba came to a sudden halt, making his sneakers squeak on the hardwood floor.

“I’m sorry,” he gasped. “Is she asleep?”

Amara chuckled, “No, she’s awake.”

The rest of the group entered the room at a more dignified pace. They dropped several overflowing bags behind Amara on the sofa before joining her in the floor, Yami and Bakura choosing to sit on nearby chairs.

Kira chose that moment to grab another handful of her mother’s hair. Ryou reached over helping Amara to free herself. “Good grip she has,” he laughed.

“I know; it’s a wonder I’m not bald by now.”

“We brought you presents,” Yugi motioned to the pile of bags on the sofa. “For Kira, since you don’t have anything and....” he blushed. “Well, we wanted to help.”

Yugi just looked way too cute, picking at the rug and blushing. Amara pulled him into a tight hug. “Thank you. Let’s see what we got.”

Amara opened a bag, pulling out diapers, clothes, toys, and blankets. “That’s from me and Yami,” Yugi grinned. “And Grandpa too. He said he’d like to meet you and Kira.”

“We’ll have to see about doing that then.” Amara smiled, grabbing another bag, bringing out more clothes and toys along with baby lotion, shampoo, and bath gel.

“Me and Joey pitched in for that,” Tristan poked the frowning blond.

“Yeah, but I still say she needs stuff to get dirty in, not frilly pink junk.” Joey grumbled.

“She’s a bit little for that now,” Yami pointed out. Joey just snorted.

“This is like Christmas,” Amara dumped the last bag, spilling out sleepers, booties and more diapers.

Ryou looked up. “Bakura and I got that one.”

“Thank you everyone. I’ve never been on the receiving end of such generosity before.” She began to fold the tiny clothes to hide the fact that she was blushing.

“Amara? Can I hold her?” Mokuba gestured to Kira.

“Sure.” She patted the floor beside her for Mokuba to come closer. “Just be sure to support her neck. It’s weak and can’t support her head yet.”

Seto came into the living room to see everyone gathered around Amara, who was half buried under piles of baby clothes. He was a bit concerned to see Mokuba holding the baby. “Mokuba?”

The raven haired boy grinned at his brother. “Its okay, Amara showed me what to do.” He lifted Kira slightly to show his hand placed securely, supporting the small neck.

Amara stood and placed a neat stack of tiny clothes on the sofa. “Could I get a...” she gave Seto a confused look, “...a rubber band?” She finished in English, making stretching motions with her hands.

“There are some in my office.”

Amara turned back to the group on the floor, “Mokuba, share,” she said with a grin before following Seto from the room. The boy stuck his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout as he carefully handed the infant to Joey.

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Seto took a container of rubber bands from his desk, handing them to Amara. She pulled the widest one from the tangle then gathered her hair into a loose pony tail.

“Won’t that cut into your hair?” Seto asked. He knew Mokuba only used covered elastic bands to pull his hair back on the rare occasions it was required

Amara shrugged, “Only thing I have,” she flipped the length over shr shoulder. “At least Kira can’t yank on it now.”

She turned to go then stopped. “I want to apologize for making you break your promise to your brother last night.”

Seto was surprised to see only honesty and concern showing in girl’s expression. He had expected insincerity of some kind; it was what he usually found when someone apologized to him. “You didn’t.”

That short answer was more than he would have given most people, but he felt the need to explain more of the situation to her. “I promised Mokuba to spend less time working on the weekends to be with him. We have had several traumatic experiences being separated. He still has nightmares about the last one.”

Seto absently toyed with one of the bands from the container. “I owe it to him,” he murmured.

“Its important to keep promises made to those you lovShe She smiled, “I just didn’t want to cause any problems between you and Mokuba.”

Seto watched her leave, once again feeling unsettled. He could count on one hand the number of people who had actually meant an apology to him. Could someone truly be as compassionate as she seemed? The jury was still out on that one.

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Amara dangled her feet in the warm water of the pool, watching Tristan and Joey attempt to drown one another. She was having a difficult time keeping her attention on Ryou and Yugi beside her. They were explaining the concept of yamis and hikaris to her, and her perception kept shifting from the mansion’s pool to a wide river with rush covered banks.

“So Yami and Bakura are the darker aspects of your souls?” She watched Tristan dunk Joey for the third time in a row. “Hey, blondie, try and stay upright. It’ll help.” Taunting the easy going blond was helping her stay focused.

Yugi chuckled as Joey came up sputtering and glared at her. “Yea, they were sealed in our millennium items and at first we had to share a body with them.”

Joey finally shoved Tristan underwater and was dancing around in triumph. “Took ya long enough!” Amara shouted. Joey stuck his tongue out at her just as Tristan grabbed his legs and yanked him face first into the water.

“Rule number one. Never take the eye from the enemy.” That earned her another glare. “Wouldn’t it be more correct to say you and Ryou are the lighter half of them, if they were sealed away 5000 years ago?”

Ryou shook his head, “It gives me a headache to think about it too much.” Yugi agreed.

Amara looked over to the laundry basket commandeered to be a makeshift bed for Kira while outside. Mokuba was wiggling his fingers at her, laughing as she kicked her arms and legs. “How did they get bodies?”

“Well... “Yugi looked at Ryou. How were they to explain something they didn’t really understand? “It had to do with the shadow magic of the millennium items and spiritual sacrifices from both dark and light.”

“The sacrifices of spirit were necessary to activate the magic for the separation ceremony,” Ryou added.

Amara easily accepted that. She applauded as Joey inadvertently dunked himself while trying to bring down Yami. “Smaller guys float better.”

“You are really getting to him.” Yugi commented.

“He’s so fun to mess with.” She laughed when Mokuba decided to get his shots in on the blond too.

“Amara, how come you are handling this so well? I mean if it were me, I’d be... I don’t know, but not calm though.”

Everyone stopped, curious to know as well. “Well, I look at it like this. If I am dreaming, I’ll wake up and get on with life soon enough.” She flipped her foot, splashing Joey. “If I’ve lost my mind, then I can’t really do anything about it. So why fight it?” She flipped water at Joey again with her left foot, causing the blond to dodge right. She then flipped her right foot, catching him full in the face. “If this is real, I can’t do anything about it either, so I may as well go with it and have fun.” She threw both feet up together, drenching both Joey and Tristan with the resulting wave.

She looked at Yugi, “Just because I have never experienced something doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist or is not possible. To think only what you experience is all there is, is pretty narrow minded.” She took a sip from her drink. “I’ve never seen an alien, but to think we are the only intelligent life in all of existence is rather arrogant. Random chance can always occur again.”

Amara cast an evil look towards the harassed blond. “Head’s up!” She shot an ice cube out of her mouth, plinking him right between the eyes.

“That’s it!” Joey yelled. Amara laughed as he tried to ineffectively stomp through the water. “What you gonna do about it?” She flipped droplets of her drink at him.

“This,” he growled. Joey grabbed her feet and yanked her into the water.

Amara came up sputtering from the not completely unexpected dunking. They proceeded to slap water at each other until she realized what had happened. Fearful, she glanced at Seto, thinking she was going to get it for ruining his silk shirt.

Seto looked over the top of his sunglasses, “Have fun.” He then settled back into his lounge chair and resumed reading his paper. A few seconds later, he looked around the edge to see Amara clinging to Joey’s back like a leach, trying to tip him over.

“Let’s play chicken,” Mokuba shouted. “Best 2 out of 3 wins.” He cannon balled into the pool. “Me on top of Joey first.”

That just didn’t sound right.

Seto looked up, “Not one word, anybody.” Amara was grinning. Yami suddenly found the pool floor very interesting. Yugi and Ryou were red in the face, looking ready to explode. Joey and Tristan were holding onto each other, laughing and trying not to drown. “Perverts.”

“You brought it up, rich boy.” Bakura walked by, snickering.

“What?” Mokuba looked completely lost.

Amara paired off with Tristan, and the battle began. Joey and Tristan locked hands; Tristan keeping Joey’s arms out from his body. Amara didn’t try to shove Mokuba off but instead tickled him, relentlessly. Her hands darting across the boy’s chest from side to side so fast he couldn’t block her.

When Mokuba was reduced to holding his sides laughing, Amara slid her foot from around Tristan’s back and pinched Joey’s nipple with her toes. The blond yelped and fell back into the water. “All Right!” Tristan and Amara did an awkward high five.

They left the water and Bakura with Ryou entered, at the persistence of the light, along with Yami and Yugi. The 2 spiky haired duelists were shorter but more determined. Whereas the 2 white haired ones were quick. They wrestled for several minutes until Yugi became overbalanced, pulling Yami down with him.

Tristan jumped back in, lifting Amara up on his shoulders. Bakura glared up at her. “Don’t try that nipple thing with me.” He growled.

She grinned, “You’d enjoy it too much.”

Mokuba yelled out, “Go!”

Amara whipped both feet up, placing them on either side of Bakura’s chest and shoved for all she was worth.

Just as she had hoped, Ryou was caught off guard and fell foreword as Bakura wind-milled trying to stay upright. Tristan leaned over, grabbing the former thief’s thighs and pulled. Amara caught Ryou as Bakura went under, stopping him from knocking her and Tristan into the water. Bakura came up, glaring daggers at the triumphant pair.

“See, not a nipple touched,” Amara smirked, sliding down Tristan’s back.

Much to everyone’s surprise, the thief began to laugh. “By Ra, you have spirit girl.” She gave a saucy flip of her pony tail as she exited the pool.

Seto watched Amara out of the corner of his eye as she went to check on Kira. There were few who could stand up to the fierce white haired man, he knew of only 3; himself, Yami, and Tristan. But he knew of no one to have made him laugh, not even his own light. She was a mystery, and he intended to solve it.

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“Anyone want more?” Tristan’s hand hovered over the shut off for the grill. “Amara?”

She shook her head. “Tessa filled me up this morning at brunch,” she raised her voice just enough for the cheerful woman to hear.

“You need some good meals, dear.” She set a large cake on the outdoor table. “You are skin and bones. And you didn’t eat that much, only half a muffin and juice.”

“You only had a small salad now,” Yugi pointed out.

“Perhaps Amara is a vegetarian,” Ryou himself had only begun to include fish and chicken into his diet.

“No I’m just not hungry.” She didn’t see the scowl from Bakura or the concerned look from Tristan.

“Now what?” Joey asked around a mouthful of cake. “No more water, I think my brains floating.”

Tristan shook his head, “It’s too easy.”

Mokuba looked expectantly at Seto. “Big brother?”

“Amara needs to have more appropriate clothing, and Kira requires a car seat and a bed, among other things.” Seto watched Mokuba’s face brighten as he spoke. “So....” he paused, teasing his little brother. “How about a trip to the mall and then the arcade?”

“With pizza after?” Mokuba asked hopefully.

“Sure.”

The table suddenly cleared as everyone ran to change, Mokuba leading the pack. Seto stood to leave but paused at a touch from Amara’s hand.

“Can you afford all that Seto? It will be expensive.”

Did she not see the house? The limos? The clothes? He had money, more than he knew what to do with half the time. Why would she be concerned?

“Easily,” he sat back down. “Amara, you and your child are here without your consent. You have no means to provide for yourself or her. I can, and am more than happy to do so.”

“How do I repay your kindness?” She smiled.

Seto had just figured her out, or so he thought. “Nothing will be asked of you for anything you are given,” his tone was cold. “You need not concern yourself with... repayment.”

Amara frowned at the hard look he gave her. She immediately knew what he was implying. “I never thought that. I just don’t want to put a strain on your finances.” She gathered up Kira and quickly left.

Seeing the hurt in her eyes, Seto felt bad for his words and his assumptions, for the first time that he could remember,

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Amara sat heavily on the edge of her bed, surveying the bags and boxes scattered about. All she had intended to get was a few shirts, a pair of jeans, some shorts, sneakers and necessary undergarments. The men had other ideas.

Who would have thought Joey and Ryou were shopping maniacs? For every item she picked out, they had grabbed one, sometimes 2 more. And they had not even tried to hide the fact they were reporting to Seto about it. They even pulled the others in for opinions on color and so forth. It had been fun, but she was exhausted.

The funny thing was, this wasn’t all of it. The furniture was to be delivered on Monday, and Seto had ordered new school uniforms for himself and Mokuba, as well as purchasing numerous other items for both of them as well.

He never even blinked when paying for it. Amara had never seen anyone so casual about money.

While there, they had bumped into 3 girls the group was friends with, Serenity, Mia, and Tea, one innocent, one not so innocent, and the other was...well ...perky. They had their good points though.

She had the now familiar change in perception when she met them. They each had been dressed in gauzy veils draped along their bodies, Serenity serving food to the Pharaoh, Tea dancing, and Mia lounging with a group of flirting men. The changes hardly bothered her now.

Heaving a deep sigh, she set about the seemingly endless task of finding a place for everything when there was a knock at her door. Seto came in at her invitation, leaving the door open.

She was surprised to see him. He had been very withdrawn the entire time at the mall and arcade. She figured he was pretty well pissed about their talk outside.

He cleared his throat, “I would...” he shoved his fists into his pockets, “like.... to” he pulled his hands out and clasped them behind his back, “About this...” he cleared his throat again, “....earlier,” he ran a hand through his hair, “for... my insinuation....”

Amara looked at him expectantly, wondering what was so hard for the man to get out.

Seto took a deep breath, “I...um...apologize,” he looked like he had dropped the weight of the world from his shoulders.

Apparently he wasn’t used to apologizing since he sucked at it. “It’s okay. It was a logical assumption.”

“No. It wasn’t.” He sat on the opposite side of the bed, “You have done nothing to warrant my saying that. And you have no reason to trust me not to make ...’advances’...on you.”

“I would never think that of you.” She looked up, meeting his gaze, “You are an honorable man, that’s easy to see.”

Kira began to whimper. Seto reached out and rubbed her back, surprised that she quieted. “She likes you.”

Seto looked skeptical.

“I should leave you to your task,” He sighed.

Amara chuckled, looking around. “It’s a big one. I’ve never had so much stuff to call my own, let alone have someone just give it to me.” Seto raised an eyebrow and looked as if he were about to comment. “You could help, you know. Since you put those two up to getting all this,” she added.

“I wanted to be sure you and Kira had what you needed. I didn’t think you would have gotten more than a few things on your own.”

“I guess that’s why you’re rich.” Seto tilted his head at her. “You have good instincts.”

He smiled and removed the tag from a tiny lace trimmed dress before adding it to the growing pile between them on the bed. They worked in silence until their hands touched when reaching for the same iteeitheither made to pull back.

“Sorry,” Amara murmured.

“No harm done,” Seto brushed his thumb across her fingers before releasing her hand

“Last one,” she laughed nervously.

“Then I’ll be going.” Seto’s voice was soft and low.

“Thank you, for all this.” Amara said as he stood.

“My pleasure and goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Seto closed the door behind him, heading downstairs to meet Yami and Bakura in his office. Once there he handed the former spirits three copiesh ofh of the scroll.

Yami looked over the original, “This seems familiar to me. But there are too many symbols missing to be certain.”

“This will be easy to translate now,” Bakura looked at Seto and smirked. “You’ll have your house back in no time, rich boy.”

“Bakura,” Seto and Bakura both looked at the former ruler in disbelief. He had called him by his name. “Do you know what this was originally?”

Bakura rolled his eyes, “That was why I was reading it, Pharaoh.”

“What are you thinking, Yami?” Seto knew the duelist wasn’t saying everything.

“I don’t think Seto. I know. This is connected to evil.”

“You mean...”

“No,” he answered quickly, looking at the brunet. “Neither Amara nor her child is evil.” Bakura grunted in agreement. They both could sense evil with their shadow powers and had gotten nothing from Amara. “The spell that brought them does not ‘feel’ evil. But this one,” he indicated the original. “It is connected to a powerful and ancient evil.”

Seto took the original scroll from Yami, placing it into a document tube. “I’ll keep this in my safe here at the mansion.”

The two men nodded and left the room. Seto walked down the hall heading toward the safe, and met Joey coming from the kitchen, bag of chips in hand.
Amber met blue in a knowing look.

“Ten,” Seto said, walking past. With a nod, Joey turned and went upstairs.

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Amara was awake at ten, Kira had needed feeding. With the door ajar, she saw Joey walk into Seto’s room without knocking. She didn’t know either one very well but was sure that wasn’t a common occurrence.

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Joey walked into the darkened bedroom without knocking, like he always did when invited to Seto’s room. His invitation came in the form of the royal blue silk sleep pants he found lying on his bed. He knew one of them would spend time with Seto tonight, it always happened whenever they came to the mansion.

Seto stood by the open balcony doors, wearing an amber colored robe. Joey walked up to him, taking the wine glass from his hand and setting it on a table after draining its contents. He pushed the satiny material from Seto’s shoulders, letting it pool around his feet. As usual Seto was naked underneath.

Joey kissed along Seto’s shoulder to the back of his neck. Seto sighed as he gently suckled at the base; he could feel the brunet’s body shiver. “Lie down on the bed,” he whispered, caressing slender arms.

Seto silently crossed the room and lay down in the center of the bed, legs together, arms at his side, fists clenched. Joey felt a twinge of sadness for the proud man lying there. What had happened that made Seto need this?

The blond didn’t take the time to think about it, instead moving around the room, making preparations. He lit several candles, moving them near the bed then picked out a scented lubricant from the large selection Seto had on hand. Slipping his sleep pants off, he lay down beside the tense brunet, not touching him.

He leaned over; brushing his lips against tightly clasped ones. “Open your eyes, Seto. I want you with me.”

Cerulean eyes opened, locking with concerned amber ones above him. His breathing became slightly faster. “You will not be hurt, not by me. I would never cause you pain,” Joey gently kissed Seto’s lips again. “Never.” Seto relaxed slightly at the soft sincere words.

He leaned up on one elbow, caressing Seto cheek. The brunet turned into the gently touch. Joey began to pepper light kisses over Seto face, gently caressing every inch of skin. He nipped at Seto’s lower lip until he was given entrance, tracing every part of the brunet’s warm cavern. He slowly coaxed Seto into lifting his tongue, entwining it with his.

Joey broke away for some much needed air. Seto was panting softly, staring at him through half lidded eyes. He leaned down, teasing at Seto’s ear lobe before moving ever so slowly down his neck to his shoulder. Joey bit lightly, wringing a barely heard moan of pleasure from the tall brunet.

He felt Seto stiffen. He rose up, turning the brunet to look at him. “I want to hear you. You... will not... be silent... tonight.” Joey spoke between tender kisses. “You...will...moan...whimper...and...scream...in ...pleasure.”

He returned to Seto’s neck, leaving his mark.

Joey slowly trailed loving kisses over heated skin. This was what Seto wanted and what the blond did best.

He nipped at the weak spot on Seto’s collarbone. The brunet whimpered, fisting the blankets beneath him. Joey nipped at the same spot on the opposite side then pulled away, leaving the teen feeling lost and alone.

Warm air whispered across Seto’s hardening nipple. His breath hitched at the sensation. Joey took the light brown bud into his mouth, working it into full hardness. After a teasing flick, he bit lightly at the sensitive peak, softly kissing away the slight pain.

Seto arched up, trying to push deeper into the warmth of Joey’s talented mouth. He cried out when the blond pulled away and blew across the dampness left behind.

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you. Tell me you like what I am doing to you.”

Joey moved to lovingly torture the neglected twin, rolling the abandoned peak between finger and thumb. He moved down Seto’s side, kissing each rib, licking the hollows between. He traced each well defined muscle of Seto’s firm stomach, making him shudder and moan. Seto whimpered when Joey’s warm tongue dipped into his navel.

Joey had never seen such reactions from the brunet so early into their love making. Curious, he flicked his tongue over Seto’s stomach again. The reaction was stronger, the brunet arched up off the bed, crying out.

The blond grasped slender hips and worked his way down the outside of Seto’s thigh. When he reached his knee, Joey leaned over to suckle the sensitive underside. A quiet sob escaped the writhing brunet. Joey frowned; Seto was in need, but why? He would have to wait to find out.

He ignored Seto’s weeping erection, instead choosing to turn his attention to the other side of Seto’s body. Soon Seto was clenching the bed sheets beneath him, whimpering.

Joey looked up, “Remember, baby, tell me how good this feels for you.” He then licked across the tip of Seto’s length, cleaning away the salty drops.

“Gods,” Seto whimpered. He cried out as he was plunged into searing wet heat.

Joey began to work the brunet in earnest. He deep throated Seto’s rigid shaft humming.

Seto bucked against the strong hands holding him. Joey knew there would be bruises marring the pale flesh in the morning.

He licked around the silken rod, sucking gently, letting Seto’s moans guide his pace. Joey always drug out his teasing of the powerful CEO; he was amazed how responsive the reserved man was, even when fighting against the pleasure wracking his body.

He pulled completely away. “More!” Seto cried out. Joey blew across the heated flesh. Seto screamed.

“Your wish is my command.” Joey kissed his tip, sliding along the slit before trailing his tongue down the underside of the throbbing length, taking the twins globes below into his mouth.

He teased with his tongue as he sucked hard on the firm orbs. Seto’s moans blended into a single needy cry. He nearly screamed when Joey wrapped his hand around his aching manhood, pumping firmly.

Joey could feel tightightening of Seto’s body. He trailed heated kisses along Seto’s erection and deep throated him, raking his teeth lightly along the steely shaft as he went down. He swallowed, causing Seto to shiver.

“Close,” Seto groaned.

Joey sucked harder, bobbing his head. Seto struggled to reach his release. Joey started humming. Seto thrashed his head from side to side, biting his lip. Joey suddenly stopped moving, making Seto whine in protest.

He swallowed, pushing Seto over the edge. The brunet, cried out, spilling his hot essence into Joey’s waiting mouth. He eagerly milked the last sweet drops from Seto’s fading length.

With a final kiss to Seto’s now limp member, Joey rose up and noticed Seto’s lip. He took a tissue and tenderly wiped away the blood. “You were told to let it out,” he gently kissed the swollen mouth. “I don’t want you hurting yourself.”

Seto looked at him with pleading eyes. “Tell me, baby. What do you want me to do?” He whispered, kissing the outer shell of his ear.

“Fuck me.”

“No.” Joey suckled at the spot below Seto’s ear just behind his jaw, wringing a moan from the brunet. “Try again.”

“M-Make ....l-lu-love to...m-me. P-ple-please” Seto’s voice was barely audible; his eyes clenched shut.

“Look at me,” Joey nipped at Seto’s jaw then kissed him between his eyes. “Tell me baby, don’t beg.”

Seto took a shuddering breath, locking eyes with the blond. “Make love to me.” His voice was still low but steady.

“Your wish is my command.” Joey took Seto in a deep kiss, careful of his injured lip. He reached for the bottle sitting on the table and coated his fingers. Carefully, he ped ped past the tight muscles of Seto’s entrance.

Seto groaned, trying to pull away from the intrusion. “Relax, baby. It’s just me.” Joey pressed soothing kisses over the muscled chest. “I won’t hurt you.”

Seto settled back into the softness beneath him. Joey took a nipple into his mouth and eased a second finger into the tight heat as he suckled at the nub. Seto gasped, pressing into Joey’s hand. Gentle fingers stretched his body as they slowly moved in and out.

With a smirk, Joey crooked his fingers, hitting Seto’s prostate, making the brunet cry out. He quickly did it again, making him scream. After the third time, Joey slipped in the final slick digit.

Seto bucked up trying to take the blond’s fingers deeper. Joey answered the silent request.

Seto whined in protest when Joey pulled away. For a few seconds, he didn’t touch Seto at all, causing the man to tremble. Seto pushed up when he felt hands on his hips. He screamed as Joey entered him, seating himself fully.

“Shhh....” Joey held still gently kissing Seto’s sweat covered brow, giving the brunet time to adjust to the fullness. “Let the pain pass. It’ll feel good for you, baby. I promise. Let it come.” He licked awhe the tears falling from pain glazed cerulean eyes.

Carefully Joey rocked his hips against the brunet, whispering tender words of comfort. With a shuddering sigh, Seto relaxed into the pleasure Joey was giving him.

Joey pulled out, thrusting back in slowly. Seto began to move with him, reaching up to meet each thrust. They soon created a steady rhythm, Joey pulling nearly completely out and slowly easing back in.

He was working towards driving the young billionaire mindless with pleasure, and was succeeding quite nicely, until he hit Seto’s prostate head on.

Seto cried out, clenching his legs around Joey’s waist, pulling him deeper, shattering the blond’s restraint. Joey began to pound into the tight heat below him relentlessly. Seto strove to keep pace, meeting every powerful thrust with one of his own.

Exhaustion and building tension began to take its toll on the CEO. He was soon reduced to lying there, moaning as Joey slammed into his prostate relentlessly.

Joey’s release was rapidly approaching. He always made certain to bring Seto to climax first, but the brunet’s desperate need tonight had thrown him. He wrapped his hand around Seto quivering eren, sn, stroking him in time with his pounding thrusts.

Seto’s entire body tensed. With a scream, the brunet arched up spilling his seed over Joey’s hand onto their chests.

Inner muscles clamped down on Joey’s length, sending the blond into mind numbing bliss. He moaned, filling Seto with his essence.

Joey’s arms gave out under the onslaught of his climax and he collapsed on top of the trembling man beneath him.

Once his breathing had slowed, Joey tenderly kissed the sweaty chest before carefully withdrawing from the warm body surrounding him. Seto wrapped weak arms around Joey, holding him close, quietly sobbing, this too was part of their ritual. Joey held Seto as he cried.

After the brunet had calmed, Joey went to the adjoining bath and returned with a wet cloth. He gently wiped the tear stains from Seto’s face then cleaned his love spattered chest and stomach. Completing his task, Joey lay down, pulling the tall man to him, cradling him against his chest. “Seto, what’s wrong tonight?”

“Nothing.”

‘He just has to be difficult,’ Joey thought. “We both know I’m not as dumb as I act.”

Seto sighed, “Its Amara.”

‘Never saw that one coming,’ Joey shifted, looking into Seto’s eyes. “Explain that.”

“She makes me feel... not in control, pup.”o slo slipped his arm around the slender waist. “I feel...lost around her.”

“Isn’t letting go what you’re looking for?” He pressed his lips to damp cinnamon locks.

Seto nodded, “Yes, but she seems so sincere and innocent, like Yugi but at the same time aware of the darker side of life.”

Joey held Seto tighter, “Maybe she’s what you’ve been looking for?”

“Why would she want me? Strip away the money, power, and false facade and what’s left? Nothing.”

Joey felt him shudder. He pulled Seto’s chin up, tenderly kissing quivering lips, “You are not worthless. You are just as good as the rest of us, Seto.” Joey knew saying those words would end his time with the CEO, but they had to be said.

He released the brunet, sitting up. “When are you going to believe us?”

Seto held the concerned amber gaze, “When Gozuboro has been wiped from my life.”

Joey slipped his pants back on and walked to the door. He paused; hand on the knob, at Seto’s final words. “Thank you, puppy.”

“You need to resolve this Seto. It’ll just keep dragging you down, but I’m here for you when you need me.” He opened the door and left, never noticing the open door across the hall or the eyes following him.

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Amara heard the distinct sounds of 2 people making love coming from Seto’s room. She didn’t begrudge either of them their needs, but she did feel a twinge of having lost something.

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The man stood once again in the darkened room, waiting.

“Report.”

“It has been confirmed, sir. The girl does have an infant with her. Possibly female.”

“Excellent. Proceed with arrangements to retrieve the target immediately.”

“Yes sir.”

“And?”

“The second emergence, sir, appears to be nothing other than a common criminal.”

“Hmm. Have him... ‘accommodated’ for now. He may be of use later.”

“Yes sir.”

“Report back when there has been further action to acquire the target.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Dismissed.”

The man hurried from the unsettling presence of his employer.

TBC

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