The Offer

Title: The Offer 2/9

Author: Puppys_Seahorse

Rating: NC-17

Pairing (s): Seto/Jounouchi Mokuba/Yugi

Beta: Rroselavy

WARNING: GORE GORE GORE GORE

Spoilers: Minor for Noa Arc

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh or make any money or profit from this work.

Summary: Seto believes Jounouchi left him for someone else. But he discovers he was wrong and his lover had received an offer he couldn't turn down.

A/N: First ever Puppys_Seahorse fiction ever posted. Be kind and send Rroselavy a major huggle for helping me out with it.

For AFF readers, thank you for the reviews. I am overwhelmed by the response. I have posted this story on A Dragon's Lair and Little Dragon. I am finished with the story and have only to post the Chapters 8 and 9. But the story is complete. I will post it based on how many people want to read more :).

I have a favor to ask. Someone rated the story a 1 star but didn't leave a constructive criticism. Remember, this is my first ever posted work here. I need all the advice I can get. So if you don't like my story or there is some kind of problem that makes you rate it low please tell me. I want to improve my writing and if it's put down without an explanation or some kind of helpful advice it simply discourages me in my writing.

Enjoy the story

puppys_seahorse

**
Although Robert White had been listed as an executive officer at Wheeler Enterprises, the man didn't seem to have an office, or any kind of permanent address. Seto, having a few of White's kind on his payroll, knew what that meant. Robert White wasn't a managing officer; he was a trouble-shooter, a man whose job it was to solve problems no matter what it took.

It had taken Seto two days to track the man down, and another three weeks more to prepare for the meeting. The search had brought him and his companions to their current location. They were riding on a steep, winding mountain road in the Black Hills of South Dakota, headed for a motorcycle rally in some place called Sturgis. Seto had found out that Robert White was a Harley Davidson motorcycle fanatic, and a look into the man's credit card purchases had shown that a Mr. Robert White had booked a lodge on the outskirts of the small mountain town. A private investigator confirmed that he had arrived
that morning.

Using the kill switch that Jounouchi's friend Honda Hiroto had installed, Kaiba deliberately made the 1939 Harley Davidson Knucklehead EL he'd acquired sputter and choke. As he neared the structure on his bucking ride, the man he recognized as Robert White came out on the porch.

The bike died, leaving an eerie silence, and the tall CEO fell into his act. He slid off the machine and took off his helmet. His artificially darkened and lengthened hair fell messily around his tanned face, hiding his eyes. He affected a conciliatory smile and a
careless American accent. "Hi. Sorry ta bother ya, but I needed ta get off th' highway."

The older man didn't move from the porch. "This isn't a garage. Call someone and move on."

The disguised CEO made a show of searching his pockets. "I don't have my cell. I musta left it at the Elk. I'm stayin' there for bike week. Can I use yours?"

Suspicion gleamed from the other man's eyes, but he obligingly tossed his cell phone to Seto. "Be my guest. Then go."

"Geez, yer friendly. But thanks. My dad bought this old hunk of junk off eBay for seventy thousand bucks. Can you believe it? It's older than he is. My dad says it's a classic but I still think it's a piece of shit. He can keep his stupid investment. I don't care
what he says about a 1939 Knucklehead, give me a new V-Rod any day."

Anger and disgust showed on White's face as his suspicion faded, and Seto decided that he'd played the spoiled punk role perfectly. Snapping open the phone he dialed the disposable cell phone he'd purchased simply for this one call.

Yugi answered on the third ring and he continued his act. "Yeah, dude, it's me. I'm stuck in some ass's ... some guy's driveway off the slab. I need ya to come get me. I'm at ..." He stopped and looked at the other man for a little help. Reluctantly, the man gave the address. Seto repeated it back into the phone then made a few more snide comments about his father and the heap.

He disconnected and handed the phone back. "Here. Thanks man. My friend said they'd be here in a few minutes. They're at a bar in town." Holding out his hand and assuming his most pleasant expression, he said, "I'm Dick Lyon. Uhm … Richard Lyon. I'm here
for the party. You?"

“Don't care who you are. Anyone who could call that bike a heap or piece of shit isn't worth knowing. You can wait out here for your friends." Without another word or glance the older turned and stalked back into his lodge. The door slammed shut behind him.

Not worried, Seto leaned against his bike and waited for his supposed rescue. He heard it from miles away. Overly loud music became progressively closer, the sound of the bass starting as a low thrum and progressing to a teeth-rattling vibration. It died as a brand
new, but extremely beat up Ford truck pulled up behind his bike. He was aware that White watching, so he stayed in his role.

He rushed over to the truck, as three of Jounouchi's friends—Yugi, distinctive hair hidden under a bandanna, Kujaku Mai, dolled out as a black leather-clad biker chick, and Mazaki Anzu in a bikini top and thong-showing mini-skirt—drunkenly tumbled of the crew cab. Mai was the first to slur out, "Dicky! Your bike broke …" She sashayed up to him and wriggled against his tall form flirtatiously. "Tha's okay Dicky. You can ride me," she giggled drunkenly only to stop abruptly. "I gotta piss. Dicky, where's th' bathroom?"

“Gina, I think ya gotta hold it. Mr. Friendly up there probably won't let you use his." Seto made a vague gesture towards the lodge.

"He won't?" That challenge seemed to amuse the drunken blonde. "Well I'll go ask … and if he don't let me, I'll piss on his porch." Full of liquid courage, she began to beat on the door.

Anzu and Yugi, not as proficient at English, and certainly not enough to affect dialect, bent over the bike, ostensibly to try to fix it.

White had been watching from the window, and witnessed their arrival. From what he could see they were harmless, annoying, spoiled punks with more money than brains. The two smaller ones were trying to load the bike onto the back of the truck. The tall one was trying to pull his drunken girlfriend away from his front door. He supposed it couldn't hurt to let the girl piss. The others could stay outside, not because of any perceived threat, but rather, he didn't think he could tolerate their stupidity without killing or maiming them for treating a fantastic machine like it was a piece of crap.

Having made his decision, he opened the front door. With a glare that could peel paint he snarled to the drunken blonde, "You can use the bathroom."

When the spoiled prick moved to follow his little piece of ass, White blocked him. "Not you, Dickhead, just her." He grunted in shock and his eyes widened, then slowly closed as he registered the receding sting in his back. "Fuck," he swore softly as the world went out of focus and the floor rushed to meet his boneless body.

The pain in his shoulders woke Robert White. He attempted to move, to relieve the pressure on his arms. "I wouldn't struggle if I was you, your position is precarious at best, and you don't want to fall. It could get…messy," a cool, faintly accented voice warned.

He snapped his eyes open to focus them on his attacker. Dick Lyon was standing just a few feet from him. With a glance he took a new assessment of the man before him. The open, all-American look was completely gone. And if he'd seen the dark blue gaze that pinned him now earlier, there would have been no way that the other man could have pulled it off. Whoever Dick Lyon was, he was every bit as ruthless and dangerous as Robert White.

The only advantage White could see that he had over the other man was that he was older and had more experience. Dickhead Lyon was barely more than a child.

He assessed his strung up position, he was hanging from a single hook buried in an overhead beam, arms holding all his weight. His feet dangled several inches above the floor. A large sheet of plastic covered the carpet beneath and around him, and on top of the tarp …
He swallowed hard and jerked his gaze away. He didn't want to think about what might happen, and he knew that he had to think fast before the situation turned deadly. The plastic said he would bleed, but how much, he wondered.

"What the fuck do you want? If this is a robbery take what you want and get out." Robert had always considered a good offense the best defense.

"Robbery? I'm insulted." Seto picked up one of the large pieces of broken glass that had been scattered under the man's bare feet. If his prey fell he wouldn't get far, and if he did escape he'd leave a bloody trail. "No, I'm not the theif, you are." with a quick slice to emphasize his seriousness, he slit the other man's pants from hem to mid-thigh leaving a line of blood. "All I want is information."

“ Fuck off. I've got nothing to say to you.” Robert thought he knew what this was about. Wheeler Enterprises was a major military contractor. These losers probably wanted some classified information. If that was the case, they'd soon find out that they
were wasting their time. And now that he could see his attacker's eyes, they struck a chord of familiarity; they were probably some terrorist cell he'd been warned against. In a way, he was relieved. He didn't have any information that they could use; despite his fancy title, Robert White was only hired muscle. He took care of problems so Joseph Wheeler didn't have to. He didn't know or care about military secrets or classified shit.

Blood-stained broken glass fell to the ground with a small tinkle. "Oh I think you do," with an icy smile Seto slipped on a pair latex gloves and ran his hand up the wound, stopping at White's thigh to dig into it, widening what had been a thin slice. "You see,
what I want is simple. You were in Japan six months ago, and you took something that didn't belong to you." Seto leaned in close, knowing it would shake-up the other man to know this was personal, and hissed, "It was mine. I came to retrieve it."

Robert did his best to stifle a moan as the strong fingers separated more of his flesh. "Japan? I don't …" He couldn't control his scream as the brunet's fingers dug deeper and began to penetrate thick muscles.

"Don't fuck with me; I will peel you like an orange." The icy eyed brunet tugged again causing more muscle to tear and blood to gush freely. "Jounouchi Katsuya. You took him. I'm here to get him back." The first drops of blood hit the plastic tarpaulin, sounding almost like the patter of rain.

"I don’t ..." He tried to protest, but a hard blow from a blood and muscle smeared hand, flooded his mouth with blood, and ended his denial.

"Joey Wheeler the Second," Kaiba continued evenly. I already know where he is. What I want to know is why you took him and what you did to him. The puppet I've seen and read about is not my Jounouchi." Giving the other man a cold look, Seto stepped back. "But I will give you a few seconds while I bind your wound. I don't want you to bleed to death … yet."

Robert held perfectly still, trying to control the pain and think clearly while his captor tended him. "Look, I don't ..." A hard tug on the bandage changed his mind continuing to deny that he knew anything about the blond. A flash of blue eyes warned him that this
was a temporary reprieve. That glance made him remember where he'd seen the other man. He wasn't some terrorist, he was the boy from the game park—Joey's lover.

Seto saw the recognition dawn on the other man's face. It was quickly replaced by a sly look and the bound man drawled, "You can't accept that he just dumped you, that he got a better offer."

Seto scowled furiously and stared at his prisoner for a second, but he'd already put that doubt to rest. Expert analysis of the note had revealed that while his lover had written it, he'd most likely been under severe duress at the time, and Kaiba now believed that
Jounouchi had loved him and would never have left him for anything or anyone voluntarily. But for this asshole to quote what was in the note only confirmed that for him. Kaiba picked up another large piece of broken glass. This time he ripped up the center of the Sturgis T-shirt, digging deeper, past the first layers of skin. Bright red blood gushed and started to flow. More raindrop patter and tinkles as his blood dripped to the floor and broken glass. "He would never leave me. You took him." His voice was filled with absolute conviction and cold determination. He dropped the glass and jabbed his fingers into the wound, running them up and down, pushing deeper to widen the gap. "Tell me what I want to know or I will tear out your guts the way you ripped out mine."

“Who the fuck are you?" The older man panted, trying to fight back his screams as his abdominal skin was literally ripped from his muscles. Robert tried to distract his crazed tormentor and to find a way to end the torture.

It was in vain because Seto wasn't in the mood to be distracted. He was enjoying the man's writhing. He flashed a smile full of malicious pleasure. "You know, I'm Jounouchi's lover." Deliberately he pressed harder into the wall of muscle under his prisoner's ribcage, stifling White's breathing.

"I saw you that day. You were just a normal guy. You even brought your `otouto'." He shuddered with pain. "You weren't …"

"You didn't do your research. You should have looked deeper. We were there as normal people at Jou's request." Pushing harder he separated layers of muscle. "I'm much more than that. You would have known that if you hadn't been so sloppy," he said disdainfully.

With a howl of agony the older man begged, "Who … who …"

"My name is ... Kaiba." Seto turned and with a disgusted grimace, stripped off his gloves, then reached for a tall glass of something that looked like plain ice water.

"Kaiba?" Trying to ignore the screaming pain, and patter-tinkle of his flowing of blood raining from his body, Robert focused. He knew that name. "Gozoburo Kaiba?" It couldn't be. Kaiba had been out of the arena for years. He was dead. But when he'd been alive he'd been legendary for his fierceness. It had only been surpassed by his
cruel and vicious nature. Sheer panic started to overwhelm him, making him struggle to keep from screaming, to beg for mercy. Just the thought of some of the rumors he'd heard about Kaiba made what this young man put him through seem like a walk in the park.

Draining the water in a few long swigs, Seto looked up and met the other man's gaze with icy, hate-filled eyes. "He ... was my father. I am Kaiba Seto. After he taught me everything he knew I killed him. He was useless to me, and I don't waste my time keeping things that are useless."

Horror filled him as the deadly brunet slid on the blood soaked gloves and picked up his glass. "You won't need a bandage. Ice…should slow the bleeding down." As the first cube slid into the deep opening, he cooed softly, as if trying to seduce a lover, "Please,
tell me why you took him."

It took all of Robert's will to spit back. "Fuck you, you sick bastard. I know about you. You play kiddie games and run amusement parks." He thanked god he could remember that little tidbit of information. The pain was excruciating, driving him almost beyond
the point of madness.

An angelic smile glinted with satisfaction and hate that highlighted the second ice cube sliding in. "Nobody looks at Disney. Nobody looks at me. It's a good cover isn't it?" Seto hummed softly as the cube disappeared from sight. He didn't bother to stifle his chuckle as the other man flinched. "Don't worry; I know what I'm doing. Your wounds aren't life threatening. They are small and don't involve arteries. You'll bleed and scream, but you will live…for now."

“ I won't tell you a fucking thing," he spat out through harsh pain-filled breaths. His pain was slowly dying but he realized the reason was only because it was being numbed by the ice. The asshole had made a mistake. A soft step caught his attention and he turned his
head to see who had come into the room. He vaguely recognized the smaller man from earlier. For a second he hoped stupidly that the other man would free him, but the carefully averted face and softly spoken Japanese told him otherwise.

He didn't understand all of the Japanese gibberish, but he did understand one word. Habanero. That's when he knew the ice hadn't been a mistake. The combination of cold and the burn of the pepper would push him beyond his endurance. And the melting ice would drip the pepper juices down the wound and carry it deeper into his body.
Desperately he began to beg, scream. The brunet simply watched him with a smile of pleasure.

An electronic beep pulled everyone's attention from the bound prisoner and Seto turned to the computer he'd loaded his cracking software on. Their prisoner could only sigh in relief as the smaller figure set the bowl down and moved to stand behind his captor. He
didn't need two guesses about what they were seeing. Then the small one called out sharply and the two women ran in from the kitchen to view what Kaiba had found.

For more than an hour Robert hung forgotten, his bleeding slowly stopped while his captors read his files. There hadn't been any exclamations for almost fifteen minutes and he was beginning to hope that now that they had the information they would simply leave. The way his luck was going he should have known better.

Seto stared in horror, sickness crawling up his throat at what they'd done to his lover. They'd made Jounouchi an offer that had been flatly refused. Robert had then been ordered to snatch him off the street, and he'd drugged him, and smuggled him aboard an airplane for a trip back the states. They had hoped that once Jounouchi had met his grandfather he would willingly stay. But after several attempts to escape Joseph Wheeler had faked a plane crash in Japan and put Jounouchi into a private sanitarium where the doctors had been highly paid to wipe out all conscious memory of Jounouchi Katsuya and make him the American as apple pie grandson, and heir to the Wheeler fortune, Joey Wheeler the Second.

And they'd succeeded. It had taken five months of intense psychological mind games, combined with drugs, subliminal suggestion, and hypnosis, but they'd finally succeeded in wiping out Jounouchi Katsuya. And in his place Joey Wheeler the Second had formed from the half-baked stories, far-fetched videos, and blatantly phony pictures. Any gaps in his memory were blamed on the crash. They'd even gone so far as to give Joey a girlfriend and soon-to-be fiancée.

Seto closed the laptop and stood. With absolute loathing in his heart he snarled to the room in general. "Joey Wheeler wanted his grandson, and he got him. It only cost Jounouchi his memories, his heart, and his health. But anything for Joey Wheeler the First, right?" The question was obviously rhetorical. White thought he'd been terrified earlier, but now … now he was glad he wasn't Joseph Wheeler. There was something in the younger man's attitude that screamed of a rage that he'd never encountered before. One he was glad down to the deepest, darkest, depths of his soul that it was no longer focused on him.

Turning to the dangling man Seto nodded dismissively. "I don't need you anymore." Terror filled the bound man's heart at those words. "But before we finish this, I want you to understand one thing. Pray I get my Jounouchi back. If I don't, I will enjoy separating you from your life … in my own ... special ... way." A vicious smile curved the thin mouth. "When Jounouchi comes back, I will not have to take down your master. I know Jounouchi Katsuya, and he will demand the honors.” With a curt nod to the girl Robert remembered as Gina, Seto turned away. The last thing he remembered was the cold smirk as the blond woman plunged a huge hypodermic into his bicep.