Pedigree Pup

A/N: Sooo, another chapter. Slight Lemon, maybe lime. There's some action down there! Review!


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Kaiba gave him a smirk. “I get out of four days of classes, and if you have to live with me, so be it. I don’t need much else.”

Joey’s face went slack at the statement. Everything that he had learned about communication between people told him there was considerable subtext to that statement…and frankly…it frightened him.

The words alone were a dead give away, for a person as circumspect as Kaiba. He said need, and implied that he needed to live with Joey. In any other place or situation, it could’ve been taken at face value…but not then, not with those eyes.

Seto stood tense, as if ready to chase down a target, focused on his goal. Those crystalline blue eyes were guarded, tinted with desire, yet held a covetous gleam. He had the look of someone who had seen what he wanted, and would take pains to get it. Joey had the sinking feeling that he was in Kaiba’s crosshairs. Worse, he seemed to wait in anticipation.

Joey took a step back, stumbling over the chair he had just vacated. His eyes darted back and forth, looking for Ms. Yoroi, but to no avail. Somehow, he was alone with Seto Kaiba. His gaze locked back on Kaiba, watching as he slowly, but tenaciously, closed in on his prey.

He became lost in those cold blue eyes, once again. He felt his knees lock up from the sheer intensity of the unblinking stare, a myriad of emotions pouring through him. Why did Kaiba do this to him? How did Kaiba do this to him? Joey kept backing away from the deviously grinning CEO, unwittingly falling into his trap.

Joey felt the back of his legs hit the teacher’s desk, a tremble found its way across his shoulders as he took in Kaiba’s victorious smirk. Seto took no more time in reaching Joey, looming in front of him. A quick motion, a mere flick-of-the-wrist, and Joey was pinned beneath Seto’s muscular body. He squirmed around, futilely attempting escape. Of course, Kaiba effectively neutralized Joey’s half-hearted efforts. Joey felt heat suffuse his face as Kaiba leaned down, nuzzling his neck. “Kaiba, we shouldn’t-”

“But we should, puppy.” Kaiba sensuously took an earlobe into his mouth, nipping at it gently. An involuntary tremor shot through Joey’s body, causing him to grip Seto closer. When did he become ‘Seto’? A small voice told him it was when he had been caught in those truculent eyes…Seto bit a nipple, and Joey realized with a start that he had been relieved of both his shirt and pants, leaving his erection confined within his boxer shorts. Kaiba had retained all of his clothing.

Those blue eyes connected with his own, daring him to respond. A rough hand found its way to the back of his neck, pulling him into a fierce kiss. Joey felt as though someone was alternating between dipping his body in freezing water and scalding magma. Cold seared his flesh, flashes of heat driving it away, leaving his body of quivering mass of pure sensations.

A small gasp flew from his lips as he started meekly thrusting against Seto’s knee, an innocent opening of the mouth immediately ravished by an eager Kaiba. Joey felt his tongue responding to the foreigner in his mouth, unabashedly dancing with its serpentine partner. As Joey’s mouth engaged Kaiba’s, he quickly acclimated to the situation. Soon, he had divested Seto of his shirt, and Kaiba’s proud erection was exposed through unzipped pants.

One particularly sharp thrust brought stars to his eyes, and he realized with a blush, that his evident need had pushed itself through the unbuttoned fly of his knit boxers. Seto had felt the change in rhythm, and looked down with a smirk.

“What did you think we shouldn’t do? Hmm, puppy?”

Joey looked away with flushed cheeks, unknowingly brandishing a wide variety of hickeys. If he had looked, he could have seen the possessive gleam in Seto’s eyes deepen considerably. Kaiba leaned in; his larger body overwhelming Joey’s. His hands gripped the latter’s boxers, and quickly yanked them off.

Joey yelped in surprise, the motion whipping his member up and down between them. Seto’s lips soon muffled any other sounds coming out of that mouth. He soon lost himself to the kiss; the sensations running though his body, the hands teasing every inch of exposed skin-which was considerable…since he had no clothes on. A blush seemed to have permanently etched itself onto his face. He felt a bold hand creep between his legs, and instinct lead him to open them further.

He bucked in anticipation as he felt a curious finger probe into his virgin entrance; the sensitive flesh heightening his already overwhelmed nerves. Joey gripped Kaiba tighter as he felt himself stretched, prepared for something far more wonderful. Another finger entered him, and he winced at the slight burn at the second intrusion. The pain was soon lost in the repetitive motion, swallowed by the ever-continuing stream of kisses. Joey hardly even registered the third finger…until that moment. Something sparked inside if him, forcing him to arch his back seeking more.

“Ahh…uh…again…Seto…” Joey blushed at the statement, but couldn’t bring himself to take it back. Seto began suckling the point where his shoulder and neck met; he could feel his soon-to-be lover smirk against his flesh.

“My, aren’t we a demanding little puppy.” His voice was deeper, huskier. Effort had made it roughen, but did nothing to lessen its sex appeal. In fact, Joey thought with a tremble, it seemed to magnify it. “I, however, am willing to spoil you to my heart’s content…”

Joey felt an embarrassing loss as he felt Seto withdraw his fingers, only to feel a much larger object at his opening. His eyes shot open as he felt Kaiba thrust into him, burying himself deeply with a single motion. A loud, keening wail of pleasure escaped his throat, accompanied by a deep-throated moan.

Somehow, lost in the midst of feelings, Joey found himself straddling the steering wheel of a running car. His legs were spread to either side of the steering wheel, maintaining balance by gripping the overhead handle. Kaiba was stiff inside him, moving deeply within him, setting off fireworks within his being. A constant moaning filled the car, the vibrations from the engine traveling through the car, stimulating his leaking member.

A sharp cry tore itself from Joey, as he felt Seto hit his prostate head on.

“God…so…tight. Close, together, Joey…” A passion filled cry erupted from the usually stoic CEO, and he felt himself filled with Seto’s essence. Joey jerked forward as he came, his hips slamming into the steering wheel.

BEEP!

He had accidentally hit the horn on the-

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!


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Joey jumped out of bed, quickly looking at the clock. 4:30, he had an hour and a half to get ready. He had needed a break after he found out what was happening tomorrow, the crown jewel to his wonderful birthday surprise, so he had taken a nap at his grandmother’s. He had a lot of time, and needed his clothes there, so why not consolidate it? A cold draft wafted through his room, the large windows in his grandmother’s house would open by themselves at times. He looked down, started at the stream of cum trailing down his legs. As the dream came back full force, Joey felt his legs give way and he collapsed back onto the bed. Had he really dreamt…that?

He heatedly cursed Kaiba and his unforgivably good looks. It had to be purely physical…nothing else. He couldn’t have…fallen…for him. Could he? His mind went over the dream, and it didn’t seem as ‘detached’ as he could have wished it to be. In fact, it hadn’t been fucking, ‘cause Set-Kaiba, Kaiba had been so gentle…

Biting off a curse, he looked down between his legs. ‘Little Joey’ had woken up, thanks to reliving his dream. A quick glance at the clock showed him he was cutting it close…but he reached down anyway. He was not about to go to a corporate function with a hard on. As if against his will, images of Kaiba raced through his mind. Replays of his dream fueled his fantasy, quickly brining himself to completion.

As he laid there, chest heaving from the exertion, he couldn’t help but think what Kaiba had said. He fervently hoped that he had misinterpreted his rival CEO and classmate, but-to his dismay-he found himself just as fervently hoping he was right.


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Seto Kaiba sat in a dark room, his alabaster face illuminated solely by the faint blue of the most advanced computer in his arsenal. The three large screens held next to no information.

He had holed himself away the second he had gotten back from school, desperate to research his newest hobby. Joey Wheeler. There was more to Joey than he let on, and it seemed like Kaiba was the only one who saw it. The confirmation this morning had sparked a near militant attitude in the teenaged tycoon. Fervor gripped him, an undying need to obtain the many facets of his puppy. He admitted it to himself; he wanted Joey. He had even let a hint slip to the pup, and saw that it had been picked up immediately.

So Joey should be prepared for what was coming, and Seto would make sure he enjoyed it thoroughly.

“Big Brother? You should be getting ready for the Jounouchi dinner…it starts in a couple hours.” Mokuba cautiously poked his head into his brother’s office, intimately aware how sacred that was to Seto. When he was greeted by silence, he knew that it was all right to go in. Seto was sitting in a large, padded office chair, typing religiously while checking on the screens every few seconds.

Mokuba turned his curiosity to his brother’s work, hoping that he could help in some way. There wasn’t much on the screen. One held a picture of Joey, and all of his dueling information. The second only said, “Joey Wheeler. Records Inaccessible.” The third held his high school records. “Seto? What are you doing?”

Kaiba looked away, a shadow of a blush on his face. “What would you say if I told you I…‘fell’ for someone?”

Mokuba’s eyes went wide, and then widened some more. “You like Joey? You really do? That’s great! I always wanted a family! You know what, Joey would make a great wife someday! When did you guys get together? I think that the weddin-”

“Quiet!” Kaiba infused the word with all the annoyance he could manage to wield against Mokuba. It was a weakness he was glad to have. It effectively silenced the younger Kaiba anyway. “We aren’t together. I don’t even know much about him, and he’s hiding something…but I can’t get anything other than what you can get off a search engine. And that’s not much.” Kaiba’s tone took a turn of inflection, his eyes looking inward. No one had ever managed to block Kaiba in the digital world, and here he was, stumped by a few elite firewalls run by an unknown, possibly evolving algorithm that held the answers to his puppy quandary. “It’s like there isn’t any record that Joey lived here…”

“Maybe his records never transferred.”

Kaiba shot Mokuba a look. “What?”

Mokuba rolled his eyes. “Have you ever listened to him? It’s obvious he has an accent. He must of come to Japan from another country, probably English speaking…they never get the pronunciations right.”

Enlightenment flashed behind Seto’s eyes, and he dove back into his typing, eager to uncover Joey’s secrets. Time, however, prevented him from continuing his search. “ASLAN, continue the search on Joey Wheeler and all known associates following these parameters. Family, associates from no earlier than five years ago, birth and hospital records, and school records.”

“Yes, Son of Adam.”

The computer whirred and clicked as it followed its commands. Seto rolled his eyes. Mokuba had programmed that bug himself. He had been reading the Western novel, Chronicles of Narnia, and when he saw the acronym for the machine, Mokuba couldn’t help but work in parts of the book. Why had he ever named it that? Automated Spyware Logorithm and Asynchronous Neuro-engineered Machine. ASLAN, for short.

Aware that Seto had lost himself in thought, Mokuba quickly brought up his reason for coming into his office. “Big Brother? I know you’re tired of me asking, but, can I stay at a friend’s tomorrow?” Mokuba knew that Seto loved him, but sometimes, a little too much. He hung out with his friends, but Seto never let the interaction last too long. Seto needed to make sure Mokuba was taken care of, and while endearing; the over-protective brother could be quite smothering.

Seto suppressed his natural instinct to deny Mokuba’s request, but than he remembered what tomorrow was. He was supposed to make sure that Joey moved in with him tomorrow. Seto would have Joey all to himself…in an empty house lushly furnished with every amenity imagined. It was too perfect to be spoiled simply because he didn’t think that Mokuba’s friends were up to his standards. “You can go Mokuba. Make sure that you bring everything that you need. Isono will be watching you, from a distance. If you call me for any reason other than to tell me there is an emergency you will have proven me right, and you will never get this chance again. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Seto! Thank you so much!” Finally! He got to spend more time with his classmates! Maybe they’ll play some cool game…

Kaiba watched as Mokuba practically skipped out of the room. He felt extremely happy, for obvious reasons. He was going to get a puppy tomorrow…and he couldn’t wait to play with him.


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Joey ran his tinted mousse through his hair, watching as the gold darkened to a bronze. It looked almost the same color that his hair got when it was wet, but it stayed till it was washed out. Anyway, it wasn’t like anyone there had seen him in the pool. Kaiba had never gone to any of the pool parties that Yugi threw…

He raked a brush through his hair, wincing as it caught on a few tangles. Taking a black silk ribbon, he tied it into a stylish short ponytail at the nape of his neck. Afterwards, Joey applied a dry powder foundation that lightened his skin color, making him appear paler than he was. It wasn’t like a woman’s foundation, where it looked trashy if the skin tone didn’t match. His grandmother made the foundation, and it worked wonders. It was designed to reflect light away from his face and blend with the natural pallor of the skin.

As he placed the small-rimmed glasses he wore for effect, he took in his appearance. Joey wore a sage green dress shirt underneath a dark-nearly black-green vest. He had on a dark, slate gray tie, with matching slacks and blazer. All were tailored to his every measurement, accenting his finely toned body. One could tell that the cut of the clothes and the expensive fabric could feed a family of four for a month.

He looked the picture of class; down to the way he carried himself. Jounouchi Katsuya was superior to everyone else, and it showed. Taking a deep breath, Joey assumed the mantle of Jounouchi Katsuya. His core was there, hidden away. Somehow, it felt as if Joey was just a passenger in his body, watching everything go on while incapable of effecting what happened around him.

Needlessly fiddling with his tie, Joey turned to head downstairs. It was time for him to be presented to his future staff. He took a deep breath. His life was going to change forever.

“Katsuya! Let’s go! I want to be there in time to put something in the shrimp puffs!” Grandmother was always an impatient woman, and now was not a time to get on her bad side.
“I’ll be right down, Grandmother. I’m just readying myself.” His voice had taken on a different quality, so different from the muddled tone he usually used. The fake accent took an effort to assume, and he needed to remain focused if he wanted it to stick. It wouldn’t look to good if he started talking like a commoner. The end result, however, was marvelous. Katsuya sounded refined, a sophisticated young man who had seen something of the world and was ready to take the business scene by force. A mogul in the making.

Jounouchi’s grandmother popped her head into the room, a frown upon her face. “I always like it when you aren’t pretending, dear…you’re so much more fun.” Hyoumei pouted briefly. “Now there won’t be anyone to put this in the salad dressing…if only we really did have a yoga guru water buffalo. I could have that run loose at the party…Maybe I can get one in Tibet…” Her eyes shined briefly. “I could tell you stories about the Dalai Lama that could curl your hair, boy.”

Shock erupted on Joey’s face. He didn’t need to think about his grandmother and the Dalai Lama, or what they could’ve been doing that could curl his hair! “Grandma! Keep your stories to yourself! That’s been an unspoken rule since you traumatized me with your exploits during the 1969 UN sitting!”

“Oh, that? Really it was only about going to war with some country I can’t remember…my father was one of the generals. It’s not my fault! There was the ambassador of Ecuador, of Yugoslavia, of South Africa, the United States, and a bunch of others I don’t recall. They thought I was perky…and I was…” Her face was positively evil! She shrugged as if it was nothing big…knowing that whatever secrets she kept were most likely worse, Joey decided not to press it. “You know, dear, you may want to keep your composure a little better. If a little thing like that can shock you into reality, just think of what will happen when your little CEO walks in? You should thank me, you know, you get to live with your lover. How many of your little friends get to do that, hmm?”

“Bu-wha…how di-I mean…I DON’T LIKE KAIBA!” Joey was at a loss for words. He couldn’t have pretended to be a cabbage, let alone a refined business magnate. “Where the hell would you get that idea?!? And why should I thank you for signing me over to HELL!” The second the words were out of his mouth, he knew he had sprung her trap. He watched, as her face became more and more evil, her smile more and more demonic.

“Well I must have been mistaken, then. I came up a little earlier to wake you up…you seemed to be enjoying yourself though. I decided to let you have some…time alone. I must say though, you do have good taste. Gorgeous, rich, powerful. Just what we need in our bloodline. Kudos, grandson of mine.”

She was the devil! Pure evil incarnate! How could she say such things? “Our bloodline? We’re both guys, how is that supposed to work? You’re not having him impregnate Shizuka!”

A quick chuckle came from is grandmother. “Dear, your little sister is fine. She was exempt from Jounouchi Corp remember? Your parents entrusted you to me, and you get the company. She lives a normal, carefree life. And don’t you worry about my grandchildren…I’ll take care of it. I only want one or two anyway.” With a speed that belied her age, she darted from the room like the little imp she was.

Joey stood, shell-shocked, at his grandmother’s words…she knew he might have a thing for Kaiba, and she approved!? Sometimes, he wished his grandmother was more conservative…abruptly, her parting words sank in. “I AM NOT HAVING ANYTHING TO DO WITH KAIBA!!!” His words carried down the stairs, fury lacing his voice.

He heard a faint response, his grandma’s quivering-but firm-voice echoed up the stairs. “Ahh…uh…again…Seto…I need you Seto! Harder!” He blushed furiously; she shouldn’t say such things! He couldn’t believe that she had seen him, while he was having that…dream. “Let’s go, boy! The shrimp puffs are waiting my magic touch! I want those bathrooms full within second of getting there! Mwahahaha!”

Seto Kaiba stepped out of the limousine, not bothering to wait for his chauffer to get the door. He wore black pants and a black dress shirt, along with a matching black jacket made exclusively for him. It was of a kind with the rest of his wardrobe, tailored to give the illusion of constantly blowing in the wind. His entire outfit was of unrelieved black, save for the white scrollwork accenting his jacket.

Without turning his head, Kaiba addressed his driver. “Meet me back here in two hours, on the minute. I don’t plan to stay here a second longer than necessary.”

He walked on, certain that his directions would be followed. As he strode through the door, Seto was met with the soft sounds of the pianoforte, accompanied by the reserved murmur of collegiate businessmen and high-ranking CEOs. The net worth of those on the guest list was near enough to solve world hunger and bring about global unity. Not a one was more powerful than he.

Taking a glass of the tray of a random server, Seto began to prowl around the room, searching for something of interest. He had two hours to kill. Time crept by slowly, and he felt as though he were slowly losing intelligence as he listened in on a nearby conversation concerning cars. Cars, of all things. At a business function. How ridiculous.

Someone ran into his shoulder, forcing him into the person in front of him. Kaiba’s face was a mask to strike fear in the most courageous heart, but the fury stilled as he took in his assailant. The other man stood about chin-level to himself, with skin the color of unused parchment. Small wire frame glasses were settled on his nose, giving him a heightened sense of sophistication and knowledge. His hair was a deep brown, tinged with what looked like golden highlights. Flashbacks ran through Kaiba’s mind, the hair was almost exactly like the puppy’s when Kaiba saw him in the rain…and the eyes were nearly identical to that moment in the classroom. His eyes widened as his body betrayed him, speaking before he could finish thinking.

“Puppy?”


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I know what some of you are thinking, 'that was a crappy lemon...thing' Well, I wanted it to be a dream without you knowing it was a dream, but hint that it was a dream. That's why it jumps around a lot, and things conviniently are or aren't there. In any dream, could you remeber being able to follow it completely? I haven't...one time I started out running from wolves and ended up in a swamp participating in a scavenger hunt held by an alligator. I know, I have problems. Reviews are a must, or the story's a bust! By the by, I know a lot of you are wondering why I use some dub names, some not (ie-Shizuka), the answer is simple. I like Shizuka better.

To my reviewers:

Dark Toy: I totally agree! I had so much fun writing her part!

melodyz07: Well, you got part of it! Wait till you see what happens next! Kinda left you hangin, huh?

flukes: I got all three of your reviews, lol! I really hate math, so I just wrote the first thing that came to mind...and I don't think that I'm gonna be doing much with the actual school classes for a while...but feel free to shoot me some stuff you want me to use!

cybergoth: Thanks for the display of faith! Always appreciated! Glad to know that you like my story, I think its pretty good too!

jana_s: Got it out as quick as I could, kinda hard with my little brother going "Kuya, what's that word mean?"

InHuman_Lover: You're gonna find out soon! I'll give you a hint though, it's extreme! And HOT!

imalive: I hope you like the plot! It's gonna work in some more 'intense' sex scenes though.

Cody_Thomas: Sorry you didn't like the private subway. It decided it was necessary...just pretend that the government's corrupt and easy to bribe...oh wait, it already is...oh well, glad you liked most of it, though!