Diamond Life

Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! belongs to Kazuki Takahashi.

This chapter and the next contain extreme NCS sex bordering on rape.

I'll randomly use periods to accentuate a sentence. So yes, the punctuation is meant to be like that.
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Joey slammed his locker shut, ignoring the ominous way the metal creaked and bent. Tristan, who was standing next to him, raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Joey bit off, slinging his backpack violently over his shoulder.

Tristan blinked. "It's dented, Wheeler," he said, pointing at the locker door.

"It's. nothing." Joey gritted his teeth and stormed down the hallway.

~~~~~

Tristan obviously felt that Yugi would have better luck talking to him, because at lunch the shorter teen tracked Joey down on the roof.

"Hey, Joey," Yugi said tentatively as he sat down. Joey nodded curtly, but didn't speak and continued to glare out at the skyline of Domino City beyond the fence of the roof.

Yugi sat silently neo hio him for a while, but eventually started fiddling with the straps of his backpack. "Um, is something wrong?"

Joey started down at his shoes with a humorless half-grin. "What makes ya think that?"

Yugi started to count on his fingers. "Well, uh, the way you've growled at everyone today, your locker, how you were stabbing your notebook in class...did you even eat lunch before you came up here?" he asked.

Joey shook his head and leaned back against the wall. Yugi gave him a concerned look. "Can I help?"

Joey folded his hands behind his head and stared up at the sky. "It's...Serenity. The doctors said there's some kind of complication with her eyes, an' they've got ta do anudder operation."

Yugi stared at him, wide-eyed. "Oh, no. Is she okay?"

"So far, yeah." Joey shrugged. "It's jus' the same old problem. We've got some money left over from the three mil, but I've still gotta scrape up thirty-six thousand."

Yugi grimaced. "What are you going to do?"

Joey shook his head. "I dunno, Yug'. I entered a coupla tournaments, but those're just twenty-five or fifty dollar prizes." He snorted. "If I see Mai again, I'm goin' ta ask her where all those high stake duels she goes to are. She'll probably jus' laugh, though."

He sighed. "If anything else, I can just quit school for a while and get a job." Joey shrugged again. "Won't affect my marks much either way."

Yugi was watching him with concern again. "I hope that won't happen, Joey. School'd be really boring without you."

He managed to put a little emotion in this half-grin; and the bell rang. Yugi stood up. "Are you coming?"

"Nah," Joey answered, still sitting. "I don't feel like goin' ta class right now."

Yugi nodded. "I'll be glad to help you practice for the tournaments," he offered.

Joey genuinely smiled. "Thanks, man."

Yugi shook his head. "It's not a problem." He gave the blond a hopeful grin. "It'll work out, Joey. I know you'll think of something," he said before heading for the stairs.

After Yugi was gone, Joey huffed and stared up at the sky again. "Wish I felt the same," he muttered.

"Defeated already, mutt?"

Joey dropped his hands from his head and shoved himself up. He stalked over to the corner of the skylight where the voice had come from and glared. "I woulda thought eavesdroppin' was a little too low-class fer you, Kaiba."

Farther away, the second bell rang. Joey raised an eyebrow. "Yer gonna be late," he mocked.

"I don't need to go to class," Seto said crisply. "I already know more than anyone in this school, including the teachers."

"Ditchin'...innit that bad PR?" Joey commented.

Seto smirked and straightened away from the wall. He moved past Joey, casually brushing aside the comment. "I have an offer to make you."

Joey continued to glare at Seto as he walked across the roof. When he reached the fence, Seto turned around and faced him. "I'll pay for Serenity's surgery."

For a few seconds, Joey just stared. It wasn't until Seto smirked and waved a lazy hand across his vision that he returned to reality. Joey snorted. "What's the catch?"

"There isn't one."

"Right," he said flatly. "You're just going to give me thirty-six grand."

I didn't say I was giving you the money, dog," Seto stated as if Joey were a special brand of stupid. "I want to buy something. That's how you'll get it."

Joey refused to feel anything resembling hope, and focused on the fact that this was Kaiba, the bastard who took some perverse joy in making his life hell. Still, he had to ask. "What?"

Seto casually folded his arms across his chest. "You."

Joey was reduced to blinking again. "Wha...?"

Seto made an exasperated noise. "I said you, mutt."

Joey snarled and stalked forward, slamming a hand against the fence. "You fuckin' asshole. You think I'm fer sale?" he hissed, raising a fist.

Seto grabbed Joey's hand and twisted his arm behind his back, shoving him away. "For your sister, I expected you to be." Seto began to walk to the stairs. "I'm only offering once," he called.

Joey balled his hands into fists and glared out past the fence. A few moments later when Seto opened the stair door, he said almost not loud enough to be heard, "How much?"

Seto smirked at the metal door before schooling heatueatures back into impassivity and turning around. He eyed Joey, who was refusing to look at him and instead staring out at Domino City. "One thousand a week."

Joey did the calculations in his head and soon jerked around to look at Seto. "What? That's almost a year!"

The brunette shrugged. "If you're worried about the operation, once you agree then I'll put up the funds. If you were willing to humiliate yourself by wearing a dog costume over something as trivial as a duel, I'll be generous enough to assume you'll keep your word for something this important."

Joey wrinkled his brow, then glared. "You had somethin' to do with that, didn't ya?" When Seto didn't bother to reply, Joey snorted. "I shoulda known. Did ya finally realize you'll never beat Yugi yerself?"

Seto narrowed his eyes, but kept himself from biting off his words. "I was unaware of that part of the plan, actually. Devlin approached me during lunch and asked what would be an appropriate punishment for your cockiness."

"Sure," Joey der derisively. "I believe ya."

Seto raised an eyebrow. "Do you want the money or not?"

Joey clenched his fists tighter. "Fine, Kaiba."

"Fine, what?"

"...fine, you can buy me," Joey bit off, glaring at the concrete floor.

Seto let another smirk slide onto his face. "Be at my house at ten tonight. Go around the back way."

"What about Serenity?" Joey demanded.

"I'll have the money transferred this afternoon," Seto said. "Make up your own story about where it came from."

Joey frowned. "Do you know my mom's account number?" he asked, confused.

"Is it on a computer?" Seto replied before the door closed behind him.

Joey glared at the shut door, as if by sheer willpower he could make Seto fall and break his neck. After a few minutes he wandered away from the fence and back to the skylight. He stared blankly at the wall for a few minutes, before suddenly swinging out and punching the brick.

Joey turned and slumped against the wall, sliding down to the ground and holding his scraped and bleeding hand. "What th' hell did I just do?" he muttered.

Apparently the rest of the bells rang while he sat, because later the door opened and Yugi reappeared.

"Hey, Joey," he said quietly. "You blew off all your classes?"

"Did the last bell ring?" Joey asked.

"Yeah."

"I guess I did, then." He stood up and hit his pants a couple of times.

Yugi's eyes widened a little. "What happened to your hand?"

"Huh?" Joey looked down. "Punched the wall."

Yugi gave him a disbelieving look. "Why?"

Joey shrugged. "Felt like it."

Yugi shook his head. "You should get some bandaids or something for that. Do you think the nurse's office is still open?"

"I doubt it," Joey answered as they headed for the stairs.

Yugi hmmed in thought. "Want to come to the Game Shop with me? We can play Duel Monsters."

Joey shuffled slightly on the steps, then nodded. "Thanks, Yug'. For helpin' me."

Yugi grinned. "I'm glad to."

~~~~~

He arrived at the Kaiba mansion at five to ten, climbed over an unguarded part of the wall, and spent the next three minutes wandering around the backyard. Joey had been ted ted to show up late, but he couldn't put Serenity at risk like that.

He was squinting at his watch, trying to read it in the darkness, when a bright security light snapped on. Joey threw a hand over his eyes and peered at a murky figure, which turned out to be Seto leaning against a doorframe.

"Are you ready to come in, or do you want to get lost in the flowerbeds again?" the brunette asked.

Joey bit back a retort and instead walked silently up to the door. Seto snapped off the light as soon as he reached the first step, so he stumbled slightly and nearly tripped before he was inside. He slammed the door shut and glared daggers at Seto, who was calmly walking away.

Joey followed him out of the kitchen and up two different staircases. When they reached what he assumed was the third floor, Seto said, "Mokuba's bedtime is nine-thirty. If you ever show up before ten, you'll regret it."

"Fine," he snapped. They reached the end of a long corridor and Seto opened a door. Joey walked through, and Seto shut and locked it. Then the brunette walked over to the desk chair and settled in, leaving Joey to stand awkwardly in the wide space of the carpet.

He glanced around the immediate area of the room that he could see without moving his head: wall, desk with a laptop and several binders, bastard in the chair, window with heavy curtains. That was it. There were a few personal items scattered here and there, but they only served to emphasize how barren the room was.

There was nothing else to look at, and Seto was still staring, so Joey glared down at him. "I'm here. Now whadda ya what?"

"Strip," Seto said shortly.

Joey closed his eyes briefly before sliding off his jacket. He'd been running over every humiliating thing that Kaiba could have thought up and hoping that it wouldn't be too horrible--or resemble what he felt like at the moment. But he could only think of two things he could do sans clothes: Kaiba could tell him to run through Domino naked--which he wouldn't completely put past the guy--or he could....

Joey didn't finish the thought and let his jacket drop to the floor. He kicked off his shoes without bothering to undo the laces, then crouched and pulled off his socks, hyperaware of the fact that Seto was still watching him. Joey straightened and jerked his shirt over his head, but he hesitated when he got to his jeans. He glanced up.

Seto blinked once, slowly and expectantly. With a growl, Joey undid the jeans and shoved them down before kicking them over to the small pile of clothing that had accumulated on the floor. Joey let his arms hang at his sides, glaring to the left of Seto at the computer screen on the desk. If Kaiba wanted him to lose the boxers as well, he could come pry the goddamn things off himself.

Seto stood up, and Joey wondered if KaibaCorp was working on some kind of telepathy devices. He stiffened as Seto stopped in front of him, still looking over his shoulder at the laptop.

Seto reached up and rubbed a thumb over Joey's lip, before grasping his jaw and pulling him forward into a kiss.

Joey froze in surprise. Even expecting this, after putting it under 'worst case scenario' along with the streaking possibility, he still wasn't prepared. He wound up standing stild nod noticed that Seto had his eyes closed.

Seto pulled back, eythe the startled blond in front of him. "Entertaining as it is to watch you bite your leash," he said with amusement, "I want you to respond."

Joey finally jerked his gaze away from the laptop. "I hate you," he hissed.

The amusement in Seto's eyes slipped away, leaving them darkened and cold. "That's why I'm enjoying this."

Joey still glared at him with loathing, but when Seto kissed him again he opened his mouth. He kept his eyes shut this time, focusing on the fact that this wasn't much different than kissing a girl; a tall girl. Maybe Mai, in a pair of heels....

A hand cupped him through the boxers, making Joey inhale sharply. As Seto began stroking him through the fabric, Joey tried to fix the fact that he was getting turned on by twisting it to something else. After all, Mai was...pushy...she would do this, he bet. If he could figure out how to talk to her....

The hand pulled away from him, and a second later fingers hooked in the elastic waistband and tugged them down. "Get rid of them," Seto murmured in his too-low voice, throwing Joey back into reality. He kicked the boxers in the direction of his other clothes, trying not to pay attention to the fact that he was naked.

Seto was blatantly looking him up and down, leaving Joey with the urge to both fidget and punch him in the teeth. When thenettnette finally looked back at his eyes, the fidgeting urge disappeared, leaving him with just the latter.

"Go lie on the bed," Seto said.

Joey clenched his fists at the order but walked to the bed, dragging his feet. He lay down on his stomach, noting that the covers had already been pulled down and that the sheets weren't silk like he would have expected, but instead were some kind of weird cotton thing. His thoughts covered up the rustle of clothing coming from beside the bed.

A hand touched his shoulder, making Joey jolt, and he heard Seto chuckle quietly as he ran a palm down his back. The hand left, and then Seto gripped his shoulders and flipped him over.

Joey blinked in surprise as Seto pushed himself up on the bed and threw a leg over his thighs, straddling him. As soon as he realized that Seto had removed all his clothes as well, Joey jerked his gaze away and stared at the laptop again. Bad enough that he was bareassed, but to have another naked guy on top of him--and Kaiba, at that--was just...weird.

Smirking again, Seto rubbed a thumb over Joey's lip and the corner of his mouth before running it over his cheek and down to the jawbone. Then he leaned down and brushed his lips down Joey's throat, pushing his chin up so the flesh was bared.

Joey was little more than skin stretched over a bundle of nerves, fighting down the instinct to throw Seto off him and run. His teeth were clenched and his breath escaped in short bursts, but when Seto's mouth ran down his chest and started playing with a nipple, he relaxed slightly.

It felt pretty good, actually, the way the rough tongue would flick out...he pictured Mai leaning over his chest, bracing her hands on the sheets and giving him a flirty look with those great violet eyes. He could see the way her tongue would dart out from those red lips--he'd probably have lipstick over his neck and chest, unless she bought that smear-proof kind. He could reach up a hand and sink it into that riot of blonde hair, see if it was softer than it looked....

Teeth closed down over his skin, making Joey yelp and look down. Blue eyes stared at him through a fringe of brown. "Who are you thinking about?" Seto asked with amusement, flicking his tongue over Joey's nipple once more before pushing himself back up his chest. Joey glared at him, but his eyes slid shut again when Seto's hand circled his erection. "That blonde duelist who has yet to give you the time of day?" Seto said next to his ear, preventing Joey from drifting off into another fantasy. "Does your desire for better than you can do run to your taste in bed partners as well?"

Convinced there were telepathy devices in the room, Joey mumbled, "Doesn't explain why I'm here, bastard."

Seto's hand tightened around him, but the noise Joey made was covered by his chuckle. "You're here because you can't save your sister without my help, dog."

Joey growled. "Shut. the fuck. up. I don't want a goddamn thing from you, Kaiba."

Seto let go and pushed himself up on his arms to stare down at Joey. "Then le If If you don't need anything from me, then why are you here? Unless youstylstyle='mso-bidi-font-weight: normal'>enjoy humiliating yourself...."

Joey curled his hands into helpless fists and looked away. He'd made the deal, for Serenity; he'd given his word. "Just get it over with," he muttered.

Seto narrowed his eyes, but leaned over and opened a drawer in the nightstand next to the bed. He pulled out a small tube and a condom and dropped them onto the mattress, then pushed Joey's legs apart and settled between them. He reached for the condom.

Joey shut his eyes when he heard the sound of the package being torn open. Shit, he didn't want to do this. He didn't want to be here; he didn't want to admit that he was still turned on even though Kaiba made him sick. He really didn't want to think about the fact that he had agreed to thirty-six weeks of this.

Hands curled around his calves, one of them slippery with lube, and pushed his legs up into a bent position. Joey tensed again, and his heart started to speed irritatingly. The slippery hand stroked lazily around his erection a few times, making him twist up in the attempt to get more friction, before sliding down to the base and pulling away slightly. Fingers drifted down to the curve in his ass, and Joey tensed even more. Then a thumb pressed into the area of skin between his balls and opening, and rubbed hard.

Seto watched expectantly as Joey cried out and bucked his hips. His eyes hooded slightly as he continued to rub, making the blond thrash against the sheets. Taking care not to lessen the pressure, Seto switched his hands and slid a lubed finger inside.

Joey jerked and stilled at the action, panting openly. Seto pulled back and slid a second finger in, feeling Joey ten aen at the intrusion. He rubbed again, and watched as Joey bucked up but clenched his jaw at the same time. Seto pulled his hands away and gripped Joey's hips, situating the tip of his erection at the entrance, and felt Joey shudder. He glanced up and saw that the other teen still had his eyes shut, and noted how tense Joey had made himself by trying to hide his shaking.

"Do you want me to make this good, or do you want it to hurt so you can go home hating me?" he asked quietly.

Joey's eyes snapped open and he glared at Seto. He refused to let Kaiba see he was scared. The fucking bastard--he'd take whatever he dished out. "Go ta hell."

"Fine, then," Seto said. He thrust forward, the slippery latex making the movement easy, and listened to Joey yell. Without giving the blond time to adjust, he pushed back and thrust again. Seto started a rhythm, bracing himself on his forearms and letting his head drop, his mouth occasionally brushing Joey's shoulder as he jerked underneath him.

Joey twisted his head to the side and pressed it into the pillow, biting down the urge to scream. It fucking hurt! God...and he had another year of this?! He clenched the sheets and felt his knuckles start to tear open again as his eyes began to water.

Even if it made him look weak, this was too much. "Stop!" Joey choked out, half expecting Seto to laugh and ignore him.

The body over him stilled, and a few seconds later Seto pushed out, breathing heavily. He stared down at Joey, who still had his face twisted away, and noticed the tears caught under his lashes that he refused to let fall. Seto's eyes darkened, and then he bent to graze his teeth along Joey's jaw. When he reached his ear, Seto traced a path with his tongue back down the bone to his chin. He trailed down Joey's throat and dipped into the hollow, feeling the pulse jump against his lips.

Seto began stroking the other teen's erection, and when Joey was pumping into his hand again he let go and repositioned himself. Joey's breath hitched and he tensed again, causing Seto to give him a hard look. "Relax or it will hurt more," he said flatly. He waited as Joey tried to force away the tension and finally yielded slightly underneath him.

Seto pushed against the tight ring of muscles and waited for it to ease before sliding in, this time slower. When he was fully inside again he stopped himself and looked at Joey, who was still panting shallowly with his face turned away.

Joey shivered then Seto bent down to his shoulder and sucked some of the flesh into his mouth, before catching it between his teeth and running his tongue along it. Great; he was going to have a fuckin' hickey tomorrow.

Joey eventually made a noise that Seto took for consent, because the brunette pulled away from his shoulder. The saliva rapidly turned cold in the room temperature, but Joey's attention was focused more on more on the fact that Seto was pulling back again.

Seto moved slower this time, taking Joey's newness into consideration, and it was only the memory of the earlier pain that kept Joey from growling at something he saw as condescension.

Seto soon began to thrust quicker and his stomach brushed Joey's cock, making him arch up against the friction. After a few more brushes, Joey reached down and started stroking himself. He heard Seto snort, the first noise the other teen had made since speaking.

Joey was usually quiet when jerking off, a habit he'd picked up from having a father who--unless drunk--was a light sleeper, but his mumbled noises seemed loud in the room when compared to Seto's silence and breathing. His usual pattern was interrupted by the fact that he was getting fucked by Kaiba, but when Seto bent and flicked his tongue over his nipple it gave Joey a push over the edge.

Through the haze there was a grunt and a spill of warmth inside him, and then Seto pulled out and collapsed on the other side of the bed. There was rustling, the noise of the condom hitting the trashcan, and then nothing but the sound of his and Seto's breathing returning to normal.

Joey fidgeted awkwardly after a few minutes, then finally opened his eyes and slid off the bed. When there was no objection, he pulled on his clothes and opened the door.

"Be here tomorrow," Seto said without looking. "Don't get lost on the way out."

Joey slammed the door behind him.