Rent to Own
Chapter 21: Emulsion
Author's note: And here's the second, the porny one. Points to anyone who catches the callbacks in here. :) Hope this wasn't too long.. Anyway, enjoy!
About an hour later, they stood there at the door to Kaiba Manor - Cynthia the spitting image of calm, Joey shifting awkwardly in his new clothes. The door opened, revealing...
"Hey, Lil Kaiba!" Cynthia grinned, giving her boss's brother a quick fist-bump. "I'm here for the shift change. You ready to go?"
"Go?" Joey didn't know if he was panicking or relieved.
"I'm taking Mokuba and some of his friends through the extra special, 'make the girls in my class like me' private tour of Kaibaland," the PA winked.
"It's not like that!" the black-haired boy protested for a moment, before shifting to a sheepish grin. "Maybe a little... But I wanna stay and hang around with Big Brother and Joey!" he pouted, giving the blonde a hug.
"And keep the ladies waiting, Mokie?" Joey laughed, bending down to return the embrace. (But seriously, GET OUT,) his brain screamed impatiently.
(I don't want you to see me that way)
(I don't want you to get in my way)
Both thoughts flashed through his mind at the same time, nearly making Joey's head spin.
"I'm just so excited, that he finally---" suddenly Mokuba's face turned bright red, and he covered his mouth. Apparently he thought Cynthia was unaware of the "secret" between his brother and Joey. "Um, I'm happy to see you getting along is all!"
"Mokuba, you're going to be late. Didn't you tell your little friends to meet you there at 7:30?" Seto's voice rang out from behind them as the brunette came down the stairs, his expression stern.
The younger Kaiba made a face. "Aww, what are they gonna do if I'm late? We own the place!"
The elder Kaiba was unmoved. "As the host, you have a responsibility to set an example. I don't want people thinking I haven't taught you the value of punctuality."
"Ah, go easy on him, Moneybags! You gotta admit seeing me here is a Haley's Comet-level event," Joey smiled.
"Not anymore!" Mokuba piped up happily. If Cynthia hadn't known what Mokuba was thinking before, she would have by now.
"Coooome on, Mokie," Cynthia prodded, tugging on the back of his vest. "Your brother's right. It's the girls' job to keep YOU waiting, not the other way around. Let's go."
"Thank you for this, Cynthia." The CEO said, a rare softness in his eyes.
His assistant just smiled knowingly as she continued dragging Mokuba towards her car. "No problem, boss. We'll see you tomorrow!"
The door shut, leaving Joey alone in the foyer with Seto. "Tomorrow?" he asked, tilting his head.
"Mokuba's staying with a friend tonight -- well, a friend and a couple of bodyguards," the brunette replied, looking Joey up and down. Cynthia had clearly put some effort into presentation, dressing the blonde in what Seto presumed were some of the clothes they had just bought: an emerald-green, simple but form-fitting t-shirt that showed off his arms, jeans that hung just the way Seto liked, new - thank god! - sneakers, and atop that, a tan scarf wrapped around the blonde's neck. A little too hipstery for Seto's tastes, but much better than that ratty old outfit the mutt usually wore.
And Cynthia really did think of everything, he thought to himself as he slowly reached over and unwound the soft fabric, as if unwrapping a gift.
In a way, he was.
Underneath, hidden from his brother's naive gaze, was the collar. The new tag glinted in the dim light of the foyer. the gold really did suit Joey better....
Kaiba gritted his teeth, squeezing the scarf tightly in his fist, as if it were a throat.
"Umm... something wrong?" Something about the worry in those warm brown eyes looking up at him was infuriating.
Terrifying.
Beautiful.
...Infuriating. "Take your clothes off," Seto commanded, turning away. "All of them." The scarf, still clutched in his fist, dragged across the floor behind him like a ball and chain as he headed towards the stairs.
"What?!" Joey just stood there in the foyer, dumbstruck.
"Did I stutter?" He looked over his shoulder, that old, familiar glare that used to be the only expression Joey had ever known. "I told you you'd be taking responsibility for being a little cocktease this morning. Did you think I meant by sweeping the floors?"
"Mokie's probably not even to the car yet!" Joey protested, even as he felt goosebumps --of fear, or excitement?-- spread over him. "You really wanna risk--"
"If you're so worried, be a good little whore and march your ass upstairs," came the curt interruption. Seto continued up the steps, dragging the scarf behind him, leaving Joey completely ignored.
(Be a good little whore...)
That's right.
(I hope you DO enjoy it)
Mai's words from last night, interspersed with flashes of memories and fantasies that he almost couldn't keep straight anymore--
(I hope you love every second of it)
And he DID, didn't he? Even the hating it, he loved. Shame birthing ecstasy birthing shame birthing ecstasy, in some ungodly perpetual motion machine.
("That's right. Being a slut makes you feel good, doesn't it?")
Joey couldn't remember who told him that, but he did know it was true. The blonde closed his eyes, taking a deep, slow breath, and just as he slipped off his new sneakers and left them behind, the everyday, for-public-consumption "Joey Wheeler" slipped off just as easily, left forgotten with the shopping bags in a corner of the foyer.
He followed hurriedly after his owner, determined to catch up as soon as he could.
---
One door was open in the hallway, the light flowing out acting as a beacon. He stepped towards it cautiously.
"That you, slut? Come on in." Apparently Kaiba heard his footsteps.
The blonde obeyed. "Wow...this place is even bigger than my apartment," he whispered as he took it all in. To one side was a huge, four-poster bed, directly across from a TV even bigger than... well.
There was a dumbwaiter in the corner, near a small, yet sophisticated looking table and 2 chairs, that likely had never held anyone other than Seto and Mokuba. Kaiba was sitting at one of those chairs now, stretching his impossibly-long legs. Just beyond his toes' reach was a large, white bearskin rug. The boy looked at it curiously, then back up at Seto.
He shifted awkwardly. "...It was Gozaburo's. I thought it tied the room together," Seto murmured, momentarily glancing away. "But never mind that. I do believe I told you to take off your clothes?" His locket's chain sounded like a drumroll as he gently dropped it to the table and crossed his arms.
After a long, deep breath, the boy who was normally Joey nodded and reached for the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it off slowly. He went to toss it aside, but a stern look from the brunette had him sheepishly folding it and setting it aside on the table. It made sense. It WAS a gift from Seto, after all.
Next were the jeans. They were tighter than 'Joey' normally wore them, and he had to wriggle a bit to get out of them. Kaiba didn't seem to mind. "You're awfully submissive all of a sudden," he smirked, resting his chin on one elbow as he watched the show. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you. Just surprised, that's all. ...So I see Cynthia picked out your underwear. She always did have good taste," he mused, watching as the red boxer-briefs he was complimenting strained under his hot gaze. When the blonde stepped closer, he stopped him with a dismissive hand. "Did you forget I told you to take ALL your clothes off?"
"Umm..." The collared boy stopped, Adam's apple bobbing nervously as he squirmed. He looked down at Seto pleadingly. Whatever the problem was, it was clear he didn't want to obey that particular command.
"Really?" Seto rolled his eyes and stood. "Ugh. If you want something done right...." he sighed, reaching for the other boy as if it were a huge chore. In the blink of an eye, his hands were on the waistband of those red shorts, yanking them down.
"..."
Two sets of eyes looked down between 'Joey's' legs, at each other, then back down.
"...When did you do this?" Seto broke the silence, stepping back a bit to get a better look.
The blonde's knees were a little wobbly as he kicked off the shorts. "Umm.... last night..." it was a lie. At least, he thought it was. The truth was, the hair Kaiba was asking about had simply washed away down Mai's shower drain that morning. Joey had thought he SHOULD be more worried about that than he was, but he wasn't.
"Keep doing it," the CEO grunted, pushing down on the naked boy's shoulders. The Mutt couldn't refuse, and soon felt himself be pushed down and back onto the soft fur of the bearskin.
Kaiba was kneeling over him, long fingers impatiently fumbling with the buttons of his shirt as he looked down on him. "Look at you. It'd be a waste to let anyone else see this," he muttered as he finally freed himself from the garment -- ignoring his own hypocrisy has he tossed it aside -- and reached down to touch the smooth, hairless expanse between 'Joey's' legs. They both gasped. "Jesus, Mutt," the brunette continued stroking, marveling at the feel. "Shaving... I never imagined you were such a slut."
"Neither did I," the Mutt whispered, unconsciously spreading his legs wider. (Look at me,) Joey's mind begged. (You're the only one that knows this me. No one knows...) His lust-darkened eyes ran over Seto's slender, but strong body, following the pale skin down to a path of light brown hair that disappeared into his pants.
Seto noticed. A smirk danced at the corner of his mouth. "Is this what you want, puppy?" he cooed almost mockingly as he rubbed himself over his pants with his free hand.
"Yes WHAT?" Blue eyes narrowed cockily.
"Yes, I..." 'Joey' was starting to tingle all over. "I want it," he managed to gasp out. Hot. He felt so hot...
The blue-eyed boy clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "Too little too late. You've tried my patience enough tonight, slut. Now you have to BEG for it."
(Yes oh god yes fuck thank you) "No...."
Seto's voice had settled into the same condescending, superior tone he used when they Dueled. "Mutt, you're not the only whore on Earth. I could have you replaced within the hour if I really wanted to." It would take an entire harem to match up, but he could do it.
(No no no please) The blonde shook his head desperately.
A smirk. "Then tell me what you want," Seto urged, still slowly caressing himself, torturing them both in the process.
"Oh God..." 'Joey' squeezed his eyes shut. "Wanna feel you...." His voice was different from the other times - deeper, less whimpery and closer to normal-Joey's - but the need was still palpable.
"Where?" Seto's hand unconsciously started to move faster as he watched the beautiful, golden body trembling beneath him.
"Everywhere," he groaned, running his hands up his body, one losing its way in his mouth, the other tangling in his hair before going back down. "All over me... inside me... Fuck, Seto, wanna feel you inside me so bad..." His breathing was getting heavier, louder. "Please... I can't.... ahhhn..." He spread his legs open even wider, feet nearly sliding on the softness of the rug. Despite practically going ignored, the blonde's cock was hard and ready, weeping with anticipation.
Seto had to catch his breath. "Gonna fuck you till you scream," he rasped, pulling open his fly. "Right here, on this floor. That what you want?"
"Yesss...." 'Joey' hissed thankfully, tossing his head to the side. It was EXACTLY what he wanted. (He understands... More than anyone...) Desire was quickly mixing with joy, and somehow there, naked on a bearskin rug, felt more like home than any place he had ever known. "want it," he whispered, arching his back and biting his lip.
"Well, we have the whole floor to ourselves, and this room is completely soundproofed. So don't you dare try to keep it quiet," the CEO ordered. "Lift your legs more, slut," he whispered. "Let me take a good look at what you've done with my property." The boy beneath him gave a strangled sound in agreement, his cock twitching excitedly at the thought. He reached down to pull his thighs up against his chest, exposing every inch of himself, all the way to the sweet pink pucker of his ass.
Joey was gorgeous. That was the only word Seto's mind could come up with. His blonde hair touseled, a light sheen of sweat over his lightly tanned and flushed skin that stood out brilliantly against the white of the rug. Those honey-brown eyes, that had normally held such disgust, were now full of nothing but pure, unadulterated desire. Desire for Seto.
He hummed in approval as he finished kicking off his pants. Just like his company, he'd pushed and fought and triumphed for this. To OWN this. "Very nice," Seto said, pulling out a condom and a small tube of lubricant from his pants pocket.
Quick fingers snatched at the condom and threw it across the room. "Hey! The hell do you think you're doing?" Kaiba growled, moving to retrieve it.
"Dunneed it," the collared boy gasped, wrapping his legs around his owner's waist and yanking him close so hard, the brunete almost fell on top of him. "Wanna feel you cum IN me."
Seto shifted gears from surprise to excitement. He knew HE was clean, and ....
(You're the only one)
If it was true, there was nothing to risk other than some rather unsightly stains on his shithead stepfather's precious rug.
So, Win/Win, then. "Alright, slut," he grunted. "If you want it, I might as well give it to you." The lubricant snapped open like a punctuation. "But don't you ever disobey me again, whore," he said, narrowing his eyes.
"...'Msorry," the former 'Joey' apologized beneath him. "Just...please."
"...Fill me up."
"..." Half the lube Seto had squeezed out had already dripped from his fingers and matted the fur below. Clearing his head, he re-coated 2 digits and pushed them roughly at the Mutt's hole. A loud, joyous sound rewarded him.
"Ahhh!!..." So good. It felt SO good to have ANY part of Seto in him again. The whole day had been horrible for him, feeling so empty, alone, useless... Not anymore. "'Mready," he panted, pushing up against the fingers almost immediately.
Kaiba almost heard himself saying, 'You sure? I don't want to hurt you,' but quickly replaced it with "You're ready when I say you're ready, slut." Maybe they were both losing their minds, he thought as he added a third finger, stretching and teasing.
"Always ready for you," the ex-'Joey' breathed, desperate. "Seto, please.... I gotta...nnn..." he lost track as Seto's fingers sped up. "Please... fuck me, Seto. Thought...mmm... about it all day.....ahhh..."
Seto swallowed hard. At this point, he could either give in to the collared boy's pleas, or he could risk climaxing right then and there, just listening to him beg. JOEY thought about it all day? Christ, he'd had to leave school just to calm himself down. Left a hefty apology tip for his driver after the mess he'd made on the way to the office...
"Remind me, mutt," he whispered, slicking himself up. "Who are you?"
(I don't even know anymore, except...) "Yours," the Mutt gasped, pinching at his own nipples, as if he expected to find something there. "All yours."
"My what?" Seto pressed verbally, even as he pressed the head of his cock against the hot, welcoming entrance presented to him.
"Your...mmmm your slut, your....ahhhh! yours!" Joey pushed back with his hips, trying to impale himself on the other youth's heat. "Wha'ever you wa....annnt.... So....mmmmnnnahh.... pl...please.... aahhh...fuck me!"
As if he had to ask.
Kaiba slammed in hard, making them both groan. "Fuck, you're so hot," he gasped, leaning over 'Joey's' face. "So tight around my dick. You like that, you little slut?"
"Yess..." the blonde hissed, a tiny bit of pain mixed with the pleasure. He didn't care. Seto was inside him. "Love it... unnnh.... so big..." He squeezed his legs tighter around the pale, slender hips. "Gimme more, come on... I c'n take it..." Joey whispered, wrapping his arms around his master's neck.
Their foreheads touched, noses rubbing together as they panted close enough to feel, to taste each other's breath. Seto risked opening his eyes (since when had he closed them?)...
They were right there. Reddened and wet, beckoning him. The swipe of a pink tongue, curling like a "come-hither" gesture.
Just a little further...
And...
......Kaiba's hands fisted into the fur of the rug, his face contorted by frustration and willpower. He pushed himself up, raising his head to lock eyes with...
Himself.
He smiled, not a loving one, but closer to his 'I-just-summoned-Blue-Eyes-Ultimate-Dragon' type of smile. "Mmm... Are you that in a hurry to get my cum, you little whore?" Kaiba's voice was a husky growl now, possibly the sexiest thing Joey had ever heard.
"Yes!" was the almost sing-song answer as he writhed below, white fur sticking to his sweaty skin.
"Fine," the CEO answered coldly, pulling out and roughly grabbing Joey. "Get up, Mutt...wanna watch you watch yourself," he growled, pulling the other boy onto his lap.
As the blonde reoriented himself, he realized Seto was kneeling under him, and he was straddling him cowgirl-style....
...and directly facing an ornate full-length mirror on the other side of the room.
Joey got a good, long look at himself for what felt like the first time in his life. His usually-wild hair even wilder, his skin flushed with arousal and shiny with sweat. His own cock, standing tall and proud against his stomach, dripping impatiently down onto his now-bald skin. His eyes were dark and half-lidded, his mouth slack and panting slightly. The collar shining in the dim bedroom light, erasing any doubt --
(I am a whore)
He'd been ready before, but this was like gasoline on the fire. (This is me,) he realized. (Look at me. A perfect slut. HIS slut.) He reached up to pinch his nipples again, hissing with pleasure. "Seto..."
Seto's long, lithe body made it easy for him to rest his chin on Joey's shoulder, piercing blue eyes watching their reflection. "Look at you, slut" he growled, running long, graceful fingers over the blonde's chest. He reached up, gripping the collar tightly. "All mine."
"Mnnn.... call me.... 'slut'...again," Joey said, still watching himself in the mirror as he let Seto slowly guide their bodies together again.
"Slut," the brunette complied in a deep, hot whisper, raising his hips.
Joey watched Seto disappear inside of him in the mirror. The image of Seto lost in pleasure - lost in HIM - was astounding, but he still had trouble looking away from his own reflection.
The new tag glinted in the light, catching Joey's gaze. "Say it again."
"Slut," Kaiba repeated as he reached to stroke Joey's cock. They both groaned when Joey clenched around the brunette in gratitude.
"Uh...mm..huh," Joey's hips started to move again on their own. One of Seto's hands moved to his hip, encouraging him; the other got a tight grip on Joey's hair, holding his head up to face the mirror.
As if a slut like Joey would look away. "Setoo...." he whimpered, pushing up on his heels and then slamming himself back down on the rich boy's cock. So good. SO good. "Se....to..."
"If anyone else TOUCHES you," Seto breathed, apparently not even hearing his name being called. "Mmha... I'll, kill'm....mnn," he gripped the blonde's hip tighter.
Old Joey, the one that lay abandoned on the foyer floor, would have been disturbed by that.
That Joey was so naive. "No one else," This Joey agreed in a husky whisper, still bouncing in Seto's lap. The blue flash of approval he saw in the mirror made him moan - how did he live, without being so wanted?
How did ANYONE?
"C'minme, S'to," he choked, gyrating his hips. "Pleeeease c'minme." (Can't wait anymore oh god don't make me wait anymore please fuck me fuck me fuck me)
The brunette grinned over his shoulder. "Speak up, slut.... can't...hear you when... you bite your lip like that." The hand not on his hip was now wrapped around New Joey's shaft. Squeezing. Stroking. Torturing.
"mmmph..."The blonde's rhythm was breaking down as his body moved faster. "Cu---cum in me, Seto!" he begged, clearer this time. "Please! Fuck, plea--ahhh!!!" This Joey cried out as he was shoved from behind, scrambling to catch himself on his hands and knees. Kaiba was over him in a flash, pounding into him from behind like some sort of wild animal. They stared at themselves in the mirror as they fucked, looking all the world like some kind of 2-headed creature.
"You first, slut," Seto commanded, staring Joey in the eye.
That was enough to send him over the edge. The world broke down into flashes - white on white - so much SENSATION between the two of them that the next color Joey saw was nothing but black.