Rent to Own

Author's Note: Hello again! Thanks so much to the kind reviewers who commented so far.  I actually wrote 2 totally different versions of this chapter - one that started from the next morning, and this one, that continues right from where we left off. I hope I chose wisely!

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The slam of the limo door finally knocked Joey back to his senses with a jolt.  (Oh shit I did NOT just do that,) his mind screamed, clutching his knees in horror.  (What WAS that?!)  He could still taste....Kaiba... in his mouth.  (Why did I DO that?!) he thought as he scrambled to find his clothes. 

As he tugged his shirt back on, the neck caught slightly on the dog collar's tags.  "It was this fucking thing," he muttered, shuddering. "Gotta be." Joey quickly fumbled around his neck until he found the buckle and pulled it loose, letting the leather drop to the limo's floor.  He stared at it, rubbing his neck. "Maybe it's like Yugi's puzzle, and there's some crazy, sex-starved Egyptian dude in there makin me do this stuff," he wondered out loud.  Even HE knew it was ridiculous, but it was a more pleasant thought than him simply having enjoyed.... that....  Joey made a face and fished into his mouth, feeling something itchy on his tongue.  "Aww, hell!" he groaned, gagging when he realized it was a hair.



A short, slightly curly, brown hair.  Joey grimaced, frantically wiping his fingers on the seat.



Just then, the intercom buzzed again.  "Hello? Sir?"  Apparently either Kaiba hadn't bothered to give the chauffeur his name, or the guy had forgotten it.  Either way it was a bit of a relief to Joey, as he scrambled over to Kaiba's seat to find the button.  "Y-yeah?"  he panted, still trying to get his pants back on.



"Mr. Kaiba instructed me to take you home... whereever that is,"  The attitude in that last bit made Joey's eyes narrow.  "Fine, I'll give ya directions," he sighed, finally managing to dress himself.  "By the way...." he asked hesitantly.



"Yes, sir?"



"Ummm... this thing don't happen to have anything to drink in it, does it?" he asked nervously. He just HAD to get the taste out of his mouth, somehow.



"Left button, second row," was the short reply.  Joey shrugged and pushed it.  To his surprise, the cushion beside him opened up to reveal a small, stocked refrigerator.  The mineral water was probably Kaiba's, but the cans of soda were undoubtedly there for his younger brother.  "Perfect. Thanks, driver guy!" The blonde said, popping open some cola and chugging it.  (That's....better, at least,) he thought, letting the carbonation wash away any traces of....whatever the hell that was that just happened.  He sank back into the seat, exhausted.  "I'm losing my mind," he groaned, holding the cold, half-empty can against his forehead.



"Sir, before you lose your mind, could you possibly tell me where I'm supposed to be taking you?"



Joey nearly dumped the rest of the can on himself as he realized he had left the intercom on.



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Since Seto Kaiba had taken over his stepfather's company a few years back, he had been to what probably added up to thousands of meetings.  He had tried his best to reduce them -- Gozaburo had done things the old-fashioned Japanese way, which basically meant having meetings about what to do at the meeting about the NEXT meeting.  Wastes of time, the lot of them.



However, being a multi-national corporation with distributors and partners around the globe, hailing from various cultures, there was sadly no way to eliminate ALL useless meetings from his life.



He just wished that this particular useless meeting didn't have to be happening when all he could think of was how 20 minutes ago his dick had been poking at Joey Wheeler's uvula.



He couldn't stop thinking about Joey in the limo that afternoon.   Not the usual, loudmouth, stubborn Joey Wheeler he loved to mess with that had first gotten in.  The unreal, sensual, submissive Joey Wheeler that desperately licked his fingers for every tiny trace of Seto's cum, as if it were some precious medicine that he needed to survive.



If the chauffeur hadn't interrupted right then, Kaiba was sure he would have launched himself face-first into the blonde boy's thighs, not stopping until he had Joey screaming his name.  



Not his asshole stepfather's name that he kept as a formality.  HIS name.  In that same voice that had begged him to fuck him harder back in the hotel.  



Normally Kaiba was well-known for his self-control, thanks to the patented Gozaburo Kaiba "Flinching Just Makes Me Hit You Harder" parenting method.  But at this moment, watching the teleconference monitor while some idiot factory manager in China made excuses for why the parts for the new DuelDisk model weren't going to be ready on time, he kept wishing the blonde was there, under the conference table, giving him an encore performance.



Because he liked the power trip, of course.  It wasn't like he was softening on the mutt.  That idea was preposterous.  



The blue-eyed CEO sighed annoyedly.  After the 5th time he looked down at the report in front of him and misread his biggest-selling product's name as "DualDick," he had had enough.  He cleared his throat, and the other executives around the table turned, nervous looks in their eyes - except for Cynthia, who was quietly smirking in the back of the room. 



[Tell that good-for-nothing lazy staff of yours that they have the choice of either meeting the agreed-upon deadline, or not only will I take my business somewhere else, I will buy your pathetic factory for the sheer pleasure of having it demolished and leaving you all in the street to rot,] he growled in pitch-perfect Chinese.



The factory manager's eyes widened in terror.  "Ye-yes, Mr. Kaiba, sir!" he squeaked.  Kaiba motioned for Cynthia to cut the feed.  



"Sir... what did you just SAY to him?"  his Operations head asked incredulously.



"What needed to be said," the brunette replied nonchalantly, steepling his fingers in front of him.  "You can all consider this meeting dismissed.  I'll see you tomorrow." He sat and waited as his staff herded themselves out of the conference room.  As Cynthia shut the door, he rubbed his eyes tiredly.  Scaring the shit out of someone lower than him did take his mind off of Wheeler for a moment.... but it had done nothing to relieve the erection he was sporting.



"Cynthia...do me a favor?"



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The chauffeur had finally just BARELY made enough sense out of Joey's directions to get close to the blonde's apartment when his phone rang.  



A few moments later, Joey blinked as the limo stopped, and prepared to do a U-turn. He fumbled for the intercom.  "Hey, what's going on? Why are we turning around?"



"Sorry sir, change of plans by Mr. Kaiba,"  came the decidedly non-apologetic reply.  "We're headed to a different location now."



"Let me guess.... back where we came from?"  The obnoxious chuckle as the driver cut the intercom was all the answer Joey needed.  "Oh, for fuck's sake..." he groaned, flopping sideways across the seats.  It's not like he looked FORWARD  to going back to his dump of a home, which was probably devoid of father, money, or food; but being at his rival's beck and call every time he wanted to get his rocks off was not his idea of an ideal situation, either.  "Jerk could at least buy me dinner once in a while," he grumbled to himself.



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When the limo pulled up in front of the KaibaCorp employee's entrance, there was a young woman in a red business suit, blonde hair piled into a gigantic bun, waiting for them.  She opened the limo door and -carefully ducking to protect her hairdo - leaned in, grinning.  "Mr. Wheeler! It's so nice to finally meet you!" she held out a French-manicured hand for the confused boy to shake.  "I'm Cynthia Woods, Big Kaiba's personal assistant."



The nickname made Joey smile in spite of himself.  "'Big Kaiba'?! You call him that to his face?"



"I'm still breathing, aren't I? Of course not," the blonde woman winked.  "Anyway, I'm here to escort you up.  You'll need this security pass--" she tossed a lanyard into the teen's lap that read KAIBACORP GUEST CLEARANCE 1--  "Aaaand.....we'll be needing you to bring THAT, too," she added, pointing to the abandoned collar on the limo floor.



"I was afraid of that," Joey grumbled, snatching up the accursed thing and shoving it into his pocket.  "So...you know about.... why I'm here, I take it?"  His eyes narrowed suspiciously.



"Don't worry, the boss isn't breaking his promises - I was the one who set up your first appointment.  As far as anyone else in the building knows, you're here to work on a group project for Social Studies class," Cynthia said reassuringly as she stepped back to let Joey exit the limo.



"'Group project' eh?  Cute, real cute."  He shouldered his schoolbag and reluctantly followed the older woman. "Seriously though, I didn't even make it HOME and he's already dragging me back here for seconds? What kind of nympho IS he?"



"I apologize for the abrupt...invitation, but the boss was pretty insistent -- Hold your pass over that panel over there,"  the PA interrupted herself as they passed through the security gates.  "I called your house to explain you'd be late, but there was no answer."



"Yeah.... dad's probably not gonna be around for a few days,"  Joey said glumly, mimicing the older woman's motions at the gates.  "Don't worry, ain't nobody gonna miss me for the night."



They stopped in front of the elevators. "Honey, if you were about 5 years older, I'd be missing you whenever you were out of my sight," Cynthia smirked, turning and looking the boy over as she pushed the 'up' button.



Joey blushed.  "Um...thanks?  Hey, uh, can I ask you a question?" he asked, scratching his head nervously.



"But of course, sweetie."



"What's it like workin for a jerk like Kaiba?  I mean, he treats all of us at school like dirt, I can't imagine what he does to people actually on his payroll," he winced.  "You seem a lot more...well.... independent than I expected his PA to be."



Cynthia just laughed as the elevator doors opened, motioning for the boy to enter first.  "Fair enough," she nodded,  pulling out a small key and pushing it into the elevator panel.  Apparently only a very few had access to the higher floors.  "Honestly, he can be a hardass, but he rewards jobs well done, so he's fair in that sense.  Aaaand, I think he has a soft spot for smartass blondes," she smirked, watching Joey blush even more from the corner of her eye.  She turned to face him, her expression turning more serious.  "He doesn't hate you, you know.  That friend of yours with the goofy hair that beat him at Duel Monsters, I dunno; but I'm CERTAIN he doesn't hate YOU."



Joey's eyes widened a bit in surprise at that.  "How would you know?"



"Women's intuition," she winked as the doors opened. "Come on, this way."



Joey followed her out of the elevator into a sparse, marble corridor, doing his best not to gawk as he followed Cynthia, her red pumps clacking authoritatively with each step.  She came to a stop in front of a large, mahogany door tha read "CONFERENCE ROOM-1."  



"He's in here," Cynthia explained.  "I'll take your stuff for you.  ....You ok?" She raised an eyebrow, surprisingly considerate for an employee escorting a prostitute to her boss.



"Yeah, yeah," Joey sighed, shrugging off his backpack and jacket and handing them over to the PA.  "Guess I should get used to it, huh?"



"Relax, honey," she gave a sympathetic smile as she reached up to fuss with Joey's hair almost maternally, fluffing at it until she appeared satisfied.  "There you go, gorgeous" she patted his cheek reassuringly, then pressed an intercom button next to the door.  "Special delivery, sir," she announced playfully.



"Send him in.  ALONE, Cynthia," came the crackly reply.  A loud CLICK of an auto-lock releasing echoed in the corridor.



"Understood."  Cynthia turned to Joey, who looked ready to bolt at any minute. "Showtime, sweetie," she smiled,  holding the door open for him.  Joey took a deep breath and stepped through, eyes squeezed shut.



So he had no idea what had hit him when he suddenly found himself pushed up against that same door.  "Wha-?!" he sputtered, opening his eyes to find his host's face buried in his shoulder, long arms wrapped around him like he was a favorite teddy bear. Kaiba's breath practically burned through Joey's shirt, just as hot as the brunette's arousal felt against his hip.  "Holy shit, this really WAS an emergency call." Joey gasped, squirming against the taller boy's body.



"I had to end a meeting early because I couldn't stop thinking about you, Mutt,"  Kaiba growled against the other boy's neck. Joey's mind swirled in confusion.  Was that a good thing or a bad thing?  And for WHO?  He yelped when the CEO suddenly nipped at his earlobe, before pulling away.  



Kaiba tugged at the front of Joey's shirt, leading him back towards the huge, black conference table behind him.  Kicking some rolling chairs aside, he grabbed Joey's hips and sat him up on the table itself, staring at him with lust-darkened eyes. "Take off your pants," he demanded huskily.



Joey, still in a haze of confusion, complied, tugging them off and tossing them onto the table behind him.  He winced, expecting the next thing to happen would be the rich boy thrusting inside of him.



Hence, it was a complete shock when Seto sat down in front of him and buried his face between his legs.  "Ho-holy shit, Kaiba!" Joey yelped, One hand reaching back to steady himself, the other gripping at Kaiba's hair.



The brunette ignored him, intent on finishing this just like he had finished the previous meeting:  quickly, bullshit-free, and without mercy.  He gripped Joey's quickly-hardening cock with one hand, sucking and licking at the head as his other hand reached back behind the blonde's heavy sack to massage the tender area hidden there.



"Aahhh! Fuck, Kaiba, what are you---AaahhhH!!" Joey moaned, his grip in Kaiba's hair tightening.  He lifted his legs to set them on the armrests of Kaiba's chair, opening himself more to the other boy's ministrations.  (What is he doing?! Oh god it feels amazing--no! I don't like this..It's KAIBA...I don't...)  The more Joey tried to fight his body's instincts, the more Kaiba seemed to strengthen his attack, swirling his tongue hard against the underside of the blonde's cock.



For one short moment, Kaiba pulled away to catch his breath.  "MINE," he hissed, his piercing blue eyes meeting Joey's astonished amber gaze.  



"Yo-YOURS?"  Joey was about to make a typical Wheeler-style protest there, but when Kaiba's mouth returned to its previous position wrapped around his cock, he couldn't imagine what there was to complain about.  "Ahhh... oh god, don't stop, please Kaiba don't stop," he panted, feeling that now-familiar trance taking over him again.  Was it really not the collar after all?  Was it really HIM?  The closer he got to climax, the less interested he became in that question.  "Fuck.... KAIBA!" he moaned, as he spasmed into the other boy's mouth.  



Instead of gulping it down as if it were a fine wine, like Joey had done earlier, the CEO instead opened his mouth to let the cum drizzle back down over Joey's still-hard shaft, as if he were frosting a cake.  Kaiba licked his lips and leaned back in the chair, taking in the view.



And what a view it was.  Joey was panting, legs still spread wide over the chair, hands pulling up the t-shirt he was still wearing to pinch and twist at his nipples.   (I can't stop! Why can't I stop?!) the voice in the back of his mind kept screaming, but it felt like someone was slowly turning the volume down. (You KNOW why you can't stop,) another part of him replied.  (Because you LOVE this.)



 When he finally opened his eyes, they were nearly black, pupils dilated into small golden halos.  The two boys stared at each other for a bit, both panting, unmoving.  



Joey knew he should leave.  That quietly-screaming voice was BEGGING him to leave.  But he could barely hear it anymore as he sat there, floating in post-orgasmic bliss,



Joey leaned back to balance himself on his arm again, when his hand landed on something cold and metallic.  His shaking fingers slowly wrapped around it.  It was the collar, still half-in the pocket of his discarded uniform pants..  They had both forgotten about it.  



Seto's gaze fell to the blonde's side when he saw him freeze up - when he realized just what the lithe, tanned boy was gripping in his hand, his breath caught.  He looked back up at Joey, apparently waiting to see what would happen, but there was no mistaking the hopeful anticipation burning in his blue eyes.



("This is all you're good for, you little faggot."

"You like that, slut?"

"whore"

"bitch in heat"

"wanton slut"

"whore"

"idiot, but sexy as hell"

"whore")



All those words echoed in his mind as he squeezed the collar, the point of the heart-shaped tag cutting into his skin nearly enough to draw blood.  Maybe they were right.  Maybe not.  Maybe it didn't matter.



With trembling movements, Joey picked up the dark leather band in both hands, and slowly, tentatively lifted it to his own neck.   His eyes drifted closed as he fumbled with the buckle, finally managing to get it closed.  He wasn't sure if the low moan he heard at that moment was Kaiba's or his own.