Pedigree Pup

Hello again! So, this one is a little rushed I think...I tried to fit an entire day into on chapter...so I don't know if it works...well, hope you like it!


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Kaiba awoke to a deep, static voice.

“Son of Adam, updated parameters for information background on Joey Wheeler are ready for approval. Cross-check: Jounouchi Katsuya, data attached.”

A weak hologram of a lion’s head hung over his alarm clock. ASLAN was integrated throughout the mansion, allowing access to nearly anything that he needed from nearly anywhere. Convenience at it’s best. Seto really didn’t need to run a cross-reference check; Jounouchi-san had eliminated any doubts about Joey’s double life. What a strange woman…

“ASLAN, print out data from printer 132. Ignore color fonts. Resize images to minimum quality. Omit images over 3 years old.”

Kaiba swung his legs over the side of the bed, ignoring the cold floor. Shrugging into his robe, his mind went over what was planned for today. The week’s schedule was already assigned, so he had a huge hole in his daily schedule-at least, for the rest of the week. Today, he would reaffirm the ‘deal’ he made with his teachers. He had an ambiguous contract drawn up for spontaneous arrangements, Kaiba just needed to print out several copies. If he was going to do this, he would make sure everything was done right.

Mokuba was spending the night at a friend’s, some kid named Souta. He would do the background check later, Isono could handle any trouble that comes along. Kaiba made his way down the stairs, making sure the entrance to the third floor was properly hidden. It had become apparent that all important documents and significant items needed to be kept confidential, which led an addition to the Kaiba mansion that never made its way into the blueprints. Only Mokuba knew how to get up there, effectively camouflaging the entire third floor from prying eyes.

Large steps brought Kaiba down the second flight of stairs quickly. He went straight to the kitchen for his cup of coffee, and all the information he had had ALSAN collect. The automated timer on the coffee pot allowed his mug to be filled precisely when he woke up; 5:30 sharp. Pouring himself a cup, he went over to the printer. Another hologram popped up, “Son of Adam, printer 132 currently processing job from main console. Projected time until completion: two minutes.” With that, the hologram winked out. Seto heaved a sigh; really, he was too indulgent of Mokuba sometimes.

Kaiba put his usual two slices of toast into the toaster, leaning on the counter while he waited. He brought his mug to his nose, breathing in the scent of his morning coffee. Steamy tendrils curled over the rim of his cup, contrasting with the frigid November morning. He felt the warmth seep into his hands, felt it radiate upwards, toward his face. A light tittering brought his eyes to the kitchen window, a small bird was singing while huddled in on itself, vainly trying to stave off the cold. It must have been separated from its flock while heading south, fighting to make it by itself.

Sometimes he felt like that, curled in on himself to ward off harm. Isolated and alone-trying his hardest to make his way on his own strength. No matter how exhausting it got, though, Kaiba was a fighter, to the very end. He would fight so Mokuba would have the best, and it was that that kept him going. Seto took a sip of his coffee, feeling the warmth hit his belly and slowly work its way throughout his body. No matter how hard things got now, it was the result that kept him going. He looked forward to that ‘tomorrow’ when everything would be made right.

Dual ‘pings’ brought him out of his troubled thoughts, signaling both his food and the puppy’s info. Kaiba spread a thin layer of butter onto his toast, followed by his favorite apple raspberry walnut jam and creamed pear blossom honey. He always drank his coffee black, and Mokuba thought that he had developed an overactive sweet tooth to compensate. Seto held back a scoff; he bet that no one would peg him as a guy who liked sweets. His toast went on a plate, and Kaiba grabbed the print outs on the way to the table.

Absently taking a bite of toast, Seto got ready to learn about his puppy. First was a basic overview of Jounouchi Corp. policy and company structure. It seemed that, like Kaiba Corp., it was a closed corporation; only family members owned stock. Jounouchi Hyoumei had been elected-by Joey and herself-as Chairwoman of the Board of Directors. She had in turn convinced the Board to hire Joey as CEO and president. It appeared as though Joey was mostly involved in Human Resources. Many of the other departments were delegated to other Directors reporting to Joey.

Another page revealed that Joey’s father was third-generation Japanese-American, explaining where Joey got his accent. Joey had been born in New York, and had lived there for the first few years of his life. It seemed like he moved to Japan around thirteen or fourteen. Jounouchi Katsuya received tutoring in England; he had graduated there at thirteen with a Bachelor’s in Business Administration with an emphasis on Interpersonal and Intercultural Interactions. Later that year, Joey Wheeler made his first appearance in Domino city, and Jounouchi Katsuya fell off the grid.

Kaiba read through the stack of reports, growing more and more intrigued by this boy that had managed to pull the wool over the eyes’ of the world. Joey was a genius with a degree! If anything, all his doubts about starting a relationship with Joey were dispersed. Seto never settled. And now, he didn’t have to.

“Good Morning, Big Brother.” A tired Mokuba stood at the entrance to the kitchen, blankly rubbing at his eyes. It was difficult for Seto to not see his little brother as ten anymore, it was hard for him to recognize that Mokuba would be starting junior high next year.

“Morning. What are you doing up so early?” Mokuba had always gotten up ridiculously early; he ate breakfast with Seto nearly everyday.

“I like eating breakfast with you.” Mokuba shrugged before getting a bowl out of the cupboard. Seto felt a small spark of contentment, happy to know that he was still essential in his little brother’s life. The light whisper of cereal being poured filled the quiet kitchen.

“When are you going to your friend’s? I prefer that you go straight there after school. I have some things to do today, and I won’t be here.”

“I’m not a little kid anymore, Big Brother! I have a key, I can just drop my stuff off!” Mokuba said with an indignant pout.

“Right. Last time you said that you were could come home by yourself you ended up losing the key. We needed to replace the locks.”

“That was last time, Seto! I am so much more responsible now!”

“What I said still stands.”

“Hmph. Fine, Big Brother. I’ll go there after school.” Mokuba crossed his arms over his chest, shooting pitifully hurt looks at his older brother. Maybe it wasn’t that Kaiba was having a hard time accepting his younger brother growing up, but that Mokuba kept acting like that ten-year old boy that made trouble and expected to get off scot-free.

The silent stares continued for the duration of breakfast, until Kaiba gathered his things and put his dishes away.

A second twitter brought his eyes back to the window; a smaller bird had joined the struggling one. They seemed to acknowledge each other, before eagerly flying off.

“Make sure you don’t loose your key.” Once again, a weakness he was glad to have.


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Joey angrily threw his clothes into his suitcase. Today had been the worst day of his life! First, he woke up really late and had to actually rush to school. Then he had been too wiped from yesterday that he was out of it the entire day. Worst of all, Kaiba wouldn’t leave him alone!

Sure, ask anyone else, and they’d say he was crazy-but no. Joey knew that Kaiba was stalking him! Yesterday, Joey had heard him say that he only needed to come in once a week…but there he was, for the second time.

So, he never really said anything to Joey. Or walked by him. Or even came within ten feet. But, damnit, he wouldn’t leave Joey alone.

All day, whenever Joey was least expecting it, he would find himself staring into Kaiba’s eyes…just getting lost in that impossible shade of blue. Staring into the eyes of the person Joey’s could’ve sworn wasn’t there just seconds before! He would get all hot and cold and…weird. Then he would blink, and Kaiba would be gone! It was like some guy who wasn’t even there was tormenting him! Five minutes later, and it would happen again!

The ignorant person would say; “He was just walking by the window” or “It’s the hallway, everyone goes there.” But not Joey. He knew, Kaiba had said so himself…so he hadn’t said so, but he said so! Kaiba was after him! He brought two hands to his forehead, desperately fighting off the headache that threatened to implode his brain. So, maybe he was a little paranoid, but who’s to blame him! He had…strange…dreams about the stoic CEO, and even stranger real-life interactions with said person. And his grandmother seemed determined to get him pregnant via the same person! Joey hurriedly stuffed everything into his suitcase before heading into the kitchen. He didn’t know when Kaiba was going to show up…but he wanted to be thoroughly smashed by then.


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Mokuba kicked his shoes off as soon as he got through the door. He needed to put his school stuff away, and then get everything he would need at Souta’s. The teacher’s had planned to storm the capital building tomorrow, something about a salary raise, so there wasn’t any school. Mokuba thought if they wanted more money, they should do better work…his teachers didn’t seem to appreciate that outlook.

He rushed into his room, frantically grabbing whatever looked useful. A shrill ring echoed throughout the mansion, and Mokuba dove for the phone. Panting heavily, he managed to wheeze out a “Kaiba residence.”

“Mr. Kaiba, you seem out of breath.” A feeble voice quavered through the receiver. Who was this old lady, and why would she call Seto? Mokuba knew all his business associates by heart!

Suspicion laced his voice. “This is Mokuba Kaiba. Who is this?”

“Oh, you must be Seto’s younger brother…you can call me Baa-chan or Grandma.”

“Well…Grandma…what do you want with Seto?”

“Hm…this may be a little too much for your young ears-”

“Hey, I’m twelve! I’m not a kid anymore!”

“Yes, well then…I want to set Mr. Kaiba up with my grandchild…”

“What! You want to what?!? I won’t let you, my Big Brother likes Joey, and I like Joey! Joey’s cool, and he’s nice to me! I’m gonna make sure they get together, and then we’ll all be one family! I’m gonna be the ring bearer! I’m not gonna let you hook MY Big Brother up with whatever horse-faced gold digger is your granddaughter!!!”

“Twelve you say? Hm…I approve.”

“Huh? Approve of what?”

“You really are Kaiba’s brother aren’t you? You really shouldn’t ask that question out of the blue you know…” The old lady giggled over the phone. She was crazy! “I’ll give you the same answer I gave him; shrimp puffs.”

“You crazy old lady! We don’t need you making trouble! I’ve been forging Big Brother’s signature since I was eight, and I’ll have you driven out of town before the ink dries!”

“You really have a lot of spirit, don’t you child? Well, I happen to be Joey’s grandmother…so, maybe instead of chasing me out of town, you’d like to help me get them together?”

Mokuba was stunned…the woman he’d been yelling at for five minutes was Joey’s grandmother? “Uh…sure?”

“Good answer. I’ll contact you on your cell phone tomorrow. We can devise a plan.”

“Cell phone? Big Brother doesn’t want me to have one. I just have a pager…”

Baa-chan giggled again. “Check your pockets.” There was a click, then a dial tone. Mokuba tentatively reached into his coat pocket, and pulled out a pocket cell phone and a prepaid minutes card. She may be Joey’s grandmother, but she was still crazy!

On the other side of town, Hyoumei stifled a bout of laughter with a wrinkled hand. Those Kaiba boys were so much fun! That Mokuba though…he could be trouble. He reminded her of herself at that age…if she had been a boy. Oh, all the chaos she could cause with him as her apprentice!


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Joey burst out laughing for no apparent reason. Those eight bottles were just so funny! He took another swig of beer, ignoring the painful burn in the back of his throat. The liquid lit a fire in his belly, and took away the paranoia that seemed to plague him throughout the day. Knots that seemed to have taken up permanent residence in his shoulders just melted away! It was wonderful! He felt like he was flying!

He was on his ninth bottle, and he didn’t feel a thing! It must’ve been because he could only find beer with, like, 10 alcohol content…He tilted his head back…whining disappointedly when no more came out. Tottering slightly, Joey made his way back into the kitchen. Darn floor was swaying again. He had never drank before, but he had to wear those awesome drunk goggles for health class! Those were so cool! Anyway, he couldn’t be drunk, he could still see! Sure, everything was a bit fuzzy, especially when he spun around, but that didn’t mean he was drunk, right?

Joey lurched forward, staring at his foot confused. There was step there? Since when? Whatever…He rummaged around the liquor cabinet, determined to find something that would let him see like those cool goggles. The doorbell rang, startling Joey. He banged his head on the counter top, which was so funny! He giggled briefly before singing out joyously, “Coming!”

Joey ran to the door, his wavering steps causing him to bump into a wall or two. Throwing the door open, Joey’s eyes widened gleefully when he saw the person in the door. "Seto!”


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Seto pulled up to a respectable looking house. The lawn was a little shabby, and the paint was peeling here and there. It was a perfectly nondescript house. A perfect front house.. He had gotten the address from the school office. Closing the door to his car, Kaiba made his way up the porch. Kaiba idly wondered whether Joey had a mansion hidden somewhere Ringing the doorbell, Seto waited a few moments till the door was rapidly thrown open.

Kaiba stared at an obviously inebriated puppy. His eyes were happily unfocused and there was a light smell of alcohol drifting from the younger man. A strange emotion flickered across the puppy’s face before he pounced.

“Seto!”

Unprepared for the armful of Joey, Kaiba landed unceremoniously on his butt-painfully making contact with the porch.

An angry expression settled on his puppy’s face. “Why were you stalking me today? You didn’t even say hi!”

Stalking him? Kaiba hadn’t even known where Joey’s classes were! It wasn’t his fault that Joey was there every time he turned around. “I wasn’t stalking you, mutt.” Kaiba’s voice was oddly gruff, his body was reacting to the warmth sitting in his lap.

Joey pouted. “But you didn’t say hi to me!” Enlightenment flashed in his pup’s eyes. “Oh, I want to see things funny!” With that, puppy dashed back into the house. Kaiba was confused…obviously Joey was a childish drunk. See things funny? He stood up, dusting himself off. Cautiously entering the house, he looked for any sign of Joey. A series of crashes brought him to what he assumed was the kitchen.

Things were thrown every which way, cluttering the countertops and the floor. Joey popped up from somewhere behind the table. “Here, drink this!”

Seto sighed. “I’m not thirsty”

Joey’s face took on a hurt look. “Do you hate me?” Tears seemed to well up dramatically around the corners of his eyes. Kaiba cursed to himself.

“Fine, I’ll drink a little bit. Just a little.” He didn’t like to drink-he lost control too quickly. Seto could handle champagne at business parties and such…he suspected it was because he just hated everyone there so much. Whenever he drank anything by himself though, he became very rash…and did things without thinking.

A couple hours later, Joey was laughing uproariously. Kaiba had stopped drinking a little earlier. He had had a little too much already, he could feel that lighter-than-air sensation in his stomach, and was desperately trying to maintain focus. “Puppy, we need to go now.” Shit! Mutt, he said mutt! He prayed to whatever gods were out there that Joey hadn’t heard…and of course, the gods decided to put him on hold.

Joey trapped Kaiba in a hug. “I like it when you call me puppy…”

Seto felt himself blush lightly. Joey’s hair was right beneath his chin, and he could smell the sweet shampoo the boy had used. He fought the urge to nestle his face in the other’s hair, and ended up with a compromise. Kaiba rested his chin in on the other head, taking a deep breath. Abruptly, Joey pushed Kaiba away.

“My…stuff. Need stuff.” Seto laughed aloud. Puppy had just looked so funny; his eyes were so confused. He was so cute. Joey yawned sleepily, it seemed like the alcohol was putting Joey to sleep. “Get your stuff then, I’ll help you bring it to the car.”


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Joey leaned heavily on Kaiba, his motor skills effectively demolished by the alcohol he had consumed earlier. Seto figured he needed to get Joey into a bed and then go get his stuff out of the car. Awkwardly opening the door with his free hand, they made their way inside.

“Here Joey, take off your shoes.”

Kaiba managed to remove his own shoes, but was having difficulty getting puppy to cooperate.

“Damn Kaiba…smell good…pretty eyes…damn Kaiba…” Joey’s childlike state seemed to have evaporated as they crossed town. Now he just rambled nonsense and ‘Damn Kaiba’. Seto wondered if he really had been that much of a bastard to the other man. Suddenly, Joey’s legs seemed to lock up, and Kaiba tripped over them. His body rotated so he could absorb the blow with his back, forgetting that Joey was leaning on him for support. As a result, puppy followed Kaiba to the floor.

Joey was in a haze, suddenly finding himself lying on top of Seto. Was this a dream? He used his arms to push himself up, only to be face to face with Seto. His breathing sped up, and his heart raced. Why was this happening? What was going on? Joey got caught in those wonderful eyes again… “You’re so gorgeous…” Without another word, Joey pressed his lips to Seto’s.

Kaiba was fighting to get a hold of himself. His body was earnestly trying to respond, yearning to reach out and touch his puppy. But his pup was drunk and didn’t know what he was doing! He couldn’t take advantage of him like that! Joey punched him in the stomach, and he gasped. Immediately, Kaiba found his mouth full of puppy’s tongue. Furiously, Seto reacted. He was holding out for Joey’s own good…but if puppy wanted to play like that, he would have to reap the consequences.

Joey moaned aloud, finally Kaiba was responding to him. He had punched Seto in the stomach, desperately searching for some confirmation. Being kissed by Seto in real life put his dream-kiss to shame. He fetl like he was on a roller coaster, his stomach lodged in his throat. A vortex of hot and cold enveloped his senses, driving all shreds of sanity to the deepest corners of his mind. Every sensation he felt was magnified tenfold, and then traveled slowly throughout the expanse of his body. Each and every cell tingled.

Tired of being pinned down by Joey, Kaiba flipped them over. He lifted Joey’s shirt up, trapping his arms overhead. Lost in the moment, Seto was freed of coherent thought. Seto brought his mouth to Joey’s chest, suckling and biting Joey’s sensitive nipples. Determined to mark his puppy, Kaiba left hickeys and love bites with a vengeance. Puppy’s soft moans and squirming only seemed to heighten his own experience.

Aligning himself with Joey, Seto began thrusting his own erection into Joey’s. Puppy all but yelled at the sensations coursing through them. Somehow, pup had managed to free his arms and was now trailing his hands underneath Seto’s jacket and shirt, desperately seeking skin.

Joey brought his hand out from underneath Seto’s clothing, gripping the other man tightly. He could feel himself being swept away, being carried upward higher and higher. Where he was being taken, he didn’t know, he didn’t care.

Kaiba nipped at Joey’s neck, starting on another hickey. Panting seemed to echo through out the entryway. They were going too fast, too soon. He couldn’t bring himself to stop. Not wanting to finish in the doorway, Kaiba lifted Joey up and went to the guest room on the second floor. All but jumping on puppy the second they made it to the bed, Seto refocused on claiming Joey. The panting breaths turned to gasps as they ground against one another.

Joey’s fingers spasmed across Seto’s back, the pleasure racking his system left him bereft of all control. He was close, so close! Lightning seemed to race up and down his spine as he came.

“Ahh-mph” Ashamed of being so loud, Joey muffled his scream by biting down on Kaiba’s shoulder. Hard.

“Shit!” Seto grunted as he came, fighting for his breath, Lost in a sea of ecstasy, the sudden pain in his shoulder accented his pleasure. Sensation exploded behind his eyes. He heard tearing clothe, felt the puppy rake his shoulder with his nails. Tremors wracked their bodies, Joey still latched onto Kaiba’s shoulder. Seto collapsed onto his puppy, his mouth sensuously close to Joey’s ear.

“Mine” He whispered breathily.

Joey was tired, and he felt lazy. Some part of him registered what Kaiba said…he only had one thought before he drifted to sleep.

“Yours”.


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So...I know I promised something juicy, but I'm not sure if I did it right. Anyway, please review! I really need them! Again, if you want to beta, please tell. I really need someone to bounce ideas off of. I keep having to re-read my story to get everything right...so yeah.Reviews are a must, or the story's a bust!

PS-I tried to do the whole 'to my reviewers' thing...but the site wouldn't let me load the first time...and I didn't want to do it again...next time though!