Pedigree Pup

Hello again! I'm back! I had enjoyed the holidays in another country, so my updates were put on hold. I'd like to make you all aware of a little challenge type thing. I will here after update immediately following an amazing review. If your's is the best review, I will write a scene in the next chapter at your request. I'll write nearly anything for ya'll. Even if the first review is the most amazing, I will update that same day (or at least, the next day).


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Joey woke to the soft thrumming of rain against the windowpanes. A groan forced its way from his mouth, aggravating the slight pounding that rang in his head. Needing to get away from the annoying pulsing, Joey snuggled deeper into his bedding. He must have fallen asleep on the couch or something; he was propped up on his side against a hard, but enticing pliant substance.

He drank too much-he couldn’t remember what happened. Kaiba must have forgotten to come and get him…for some reason that thought left a strange ache in his heart. Arching into the couch cushions he realized that his shirt had come off at some point, whereas his pants had remained untouched. In an attempt to shut out the morning, he pushed his mouth deeper into the couch, stifling a yawn into the strange material, his tongue flicking out in a stretching manner.

…Wait…Joey stuck his tongue out again, sucking lightly. That wasn’t how his couch tasted. He knew how his couch tasted. This wasn’t it. His couch tasted like leather and chocolate chips…this one tasted oddly spicy and salty and tangy at the same time. Like wasabi, lime, and a dash of cinnamon. Why was it a different couch!?

Clarity struck him as the description of his ‘bed’ came to the forefront of his mind Suddenly, he realized that the strange ‘material’ wasn’t a couch…it was skin! What the hell was he doing sleeping with someone else?

Joey took several calming breaths, gearing up to meet whoever it was that had most likely taken advantage of him. His dark eyelashes opened, and he was greeted by the pale expanse of alabaster skin. Moving his eyes upward, he sought out the face of his companion. A long shapely neck, dark brown hair…oh God! It was Kaiba!

All attempts at calm immediately faded into oblivion as panic swiftly took its place. What the hell happened last night? Working on disentangling himself from Kaiba, he slowly edged away from the sleeping CEO. Head and neck first. Good, now shoulders and chest. Waist and…waist and…WHAT THE HELL! He managed to extricate his upper body from the pile of limbs…but was stopped by an insistent and painful tugging in between his legs. Looking down, Joey tried to establish what was holding him back.

Oh. My. God! Some foreign substance that he REALLY didn’t want to identify was currently causing his jeans and Kaiba’s jeans to stick together as if glued! Shocked amber eyes darted to his unwitting captor, bewilderment speeding his breaths. Prominent teeth marks stood out on Kaiba’s shoulder, and his back was raked by twin claw marks. They looked every bit inflicted during a moment of passion, but Joey knew better. Kaiba had practically raped him!!!

Seconds bled into minutes, which bled into what seemed like hours. He didn’t know how long it would be until Kaiba woke up, but he really wanted to be somewhere else. It just wasn’t fair that whatever he tried to do that bastard somehow managed to get in the way! Crap! Trying to slowly inch his hips away wasn’t working, no matter how many times he did it!

“You really should have woken me up for that.”

Shock was Joey’s first reaction to Kaiba’s deep voice vibrating through him. “What do you mean? I wasn’t doing anything!”

Kaiba chuckled as he buried his head in the nape of Joey’s neck, much to Joey’s ‘discontent’. “Really, because from up here, it looked like you were trying to hump me, Joey Wheeler.”

“Arggh! You ass! Why don’t we just skip all this chitchat and get to the point. You raped me!” Joey was infuriated. Kaiba was just lying there, smirking while he was effectively at his mercy due to a natural adhesive that his mind is currently avoiding.

“Raped you? Now, now, you must not remember what happened. I tried to stop you, but you forced me to continue. I’m sure you’ve noticed the various wounds on my back? Yes, that would be your doing. If you want to sue me, go ahead. I have the money to draw it out for a long time…and I’m sure you don’t. Unless…you secretly head a famous corporation yourself?” Kaiba shared a secret smile with himself, watching Joey squirm in his grasp.

‘”Y-you bastard! Taking advantage of me just because I don’t have enough money to beat you in court? That’s sick, even for you! And if it was me who raped you, how did you end up on top?!?” He did have the money, but things would get way too public. There were chances he wasn’t willing to make. Joey really didn’t like where this was going. The predatory gleam in Kaiba’s eyes stole his breath away; making it difficult to ignore the intimate position they found themselves in.

“Some people just have all the luck, don’t they puppy?”

Joey took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself while he was also steering the conversation to a safer path. “So…I don’t remember what happened last night. I may have been a bit drunk.”

“A bit? That may be the understatement of the century, but yes you were drunk. Things were going fine until you jumped me in the entry way.” Kaiba held a hand up in a placating gesture. “If you don’t believe me, that’s your choice. I’ll have you know that the security cameras got it on video.”

Heat suffused Joey’s cheeks as his mind took in the concept of there being an unofficial sex tape of him and Kaiba. His dream from the day before reared its ugly head, and had a terrible affect on his libido. Horror struck him as he realized that the smirk on Kaiba’s face was slowly becoming an unholy grin.

“I see that idea doesn’t disagree with you” An experimental thrust resulted in an unwilling moan.

“W-we can’t do this Kaiba, I have to get ready for school.” Joey couldn’t let himself get swept away in the moment. He had to stay grounded. There was no way around it. “We’ve been glued together somehow, and I really need to go…away.”

“Somehow? Please tell me you’re not that naïve. And leaving so soon? I feel…used…maybe I should return the favor?” Kaiba leered at Joey. He watched with utter amusement and lust as Joey pulled as far away as the situation granted.

Trepidation and more than a touch of lust soared through Joey’s system as he realized exactly what Kaiba was doing. God, he was hitting on him! “What the hell Kaiba? Aren’t you supposed to play the part of unfeeling, asexual asshole?”

Kaiba lowered his head to the juncture between Joey’s neck and shoulder, burying a smirk into the sun kissed skin. “I’m not an idiot, Joey. Fools deny themselves what they want. Fools perceive desires as weakness. Weakness only exists when you are not strong enough to have a complete understanding of yourself. Denying what you want provides distraction. Distraction is a weakness. I don’t show sexual interest without great, great temptation. When such a temptation arises, I grab it with both hands. You, however, are the first temptation I’ve come across.”

Joey blushed at the confession. Even if it was an arrogant, self-centered, heartless confession; from Kaiba, it was practically a love song. He turned his head away, unwilling to chance eye contact. “E-even so. We need to get out of this bed, and separate. I am kinda partial to my genitals, so how do you propose we do that without ripping them off?”

Inspiration struck Kaiba as a scenario played out in his head, a god-inspired win-win situation…for him at least. Effectively destroying whatever vestiges of personal space between the two, Kaiba leaned forward, pressing his body into Joey’s. “Well puppy, it seems as if I am going to have to straddle you and oh so slowly crawl my way out of my pants, taking great care that every bit of my body caresses yours until I ultimately trap you from leaving once we’re separate.”

Indignation flashed through Joey at Kaiba’s fantasy game. “Like hell you will! I am going to get out of my pants and you are going to watch me leave!” With that, Joey rolled Kaiba onto his back and made necessary ‘arrangements’ to fulfill his plan. Thank god Kaiba was starting to cooperate.

Joey blushed as he felt himself start to rub against the hard plains of Kaiba’s stomach, a bodily reaction evidencing itself as blood began to rush south. He couldn’t stop now! He had to go faster, and hope that Kaiba missed his obvious excitement.

His muscles tightened as he heard Kaiba chuckle, the vibrations stimulating his already wanting body. “You thieving bastard, you stole my idea.”

“Dream on Kaiba! Ever heard of a morning wood!? I just happen to be experiencing that common phenomenon!” Good job, Joey! Bluff and bravado, bluff and bravado!

Silence settled over the arbitrarily joined couple, arousal spiking in both partners as each second passed. Finally, Joey had reached that last stretch. The final lap. The finish line. The last turn. Victory could be seen in the distance, so close. All he had to do was bring his penis over Kaiba’s neck and head, from where it was now nestled in said person’s chest. Yep, just a jaunt. A simple stroll through the park, he could do it! Right?

Joey began a series of calming, zen-like breaths in an effort to reign in his hormones. Needless to say, his efforts were fruitless. Without any more stalling, he brought his hips forward and made the final trek toward his freedom…

“Gah!”

Joey’s entire body spasmed in delight as a humid, wet, heat engulfed his erection. Kaiba! The bastard was giving him a blowjob! Flight or fight instincts flooded his body with adrenaline, urging him to get away for his aggressor. A low moan fell from his lips as strong hands kept his hips in place. Synesthesia racked his body as his mind began to see pleasure. A haze of white light fell across his eyes as his body wrested control from his mind.

As if sensing his acceptance, Kaiba took further control of the situation. Joey was lifted from the bed, both Kaiba’s pants and his own had been forgotten. The moments it took for Kaiba to get settled seemed to expand and elongate. After a brief eternity, Joey arched into that achingly desired feeling of want and lust resulting from Kaiba’s hot mouth on him. To his embarrassment, he whimpered as Kaiba’s mouth left him, the cooling saliva taking advantage of his shuddering nerves.

A heated hand took hold of him, moving up only a fraction of an inch. It was so good, but not enough. He felt Kaiba stroke once more, longer this time, but only by a small amount. Pleasure seemed to saturate his being as scents and sounds set up an intricate web of unrelenting need. Somewhere in his mind, familiarity struck him. Not of what Kaiba was doing, no one had ever done that to him. It was how he was doing, the pattern. A quivering gasp broke free from his mouth as precum began to trickle its way done his length.

When Kaiba dipped his head to lap at the wet tip, Joey knew he was close. He was right there on the edge, all Kaiba had to do was one complete stroke, and fireworks would explode in his mind. Cambering into the touch, Joey tensed in anticipation as he felt Kaiba’s hand tighten around him, sliding down to bring him to completion.

Hissing in frustration, Joey felt Kaiba return to that damned short stroke. His want and need had long manifested himself into an ache, pleasure bordering on pain. Each stroke brought a little more precum from Joey, and soon, it was a constant stream. It was torture; always right there, just a half step away from paradise. He wanted it to end, but to never stop. Ecstasy had long since relieved him of thought, replace by a throbbing ache that needed to be release. Joey swore that if he were to catch a glimpse of himself, his erection would certainly be purple.

Joey felt his body tense as Kaiba began sucking light on his tip, dragging his canines lightly across the ridge. Fire raced through his veins as his entire being called out for release, only to have it viciously denied. Hours had past, at least it seemed like it. He could hardly remember his name, everything overshadowed by his need for release, his need for Kaiba to release him.

That small part of Joey finally realized exactly what it was that Kaiba was doing to him. The bastard was milking him! At that moment, a ground shaking orgasm ripped through Joey’s entirety. A trembling sound started low in his throat, building as it began to turn into a low pitched wail.

“Seto!”

He felt that orgasm in his bones, and pleased fatigue soon settled into his body. His chest heaving, Joey watched through half-lidded as Kaiba straddled his waist and began to stroke himself. As though on auto-pilot, Joey lifted his arms and took Kaiba in hand.

Kaiba was larger than himself. It was…startling. He wrapped both hands around Kaiba’s girth, one on top of the other, and found a considerable amount left bare. He didn’t know what he did or how he did it, but the next thing he realized was Kaiba cumming all over him. Over his stomach, chest, chin, and cheek.

Ignoring the bit of drying cum on the corner of his mouth, Kaiba gave him a chaste kiss, and stood to leave. The all-too-familiar smirk made its way back onto that perfect face. “You should say my name more often puppy. Don’t worry though, you’ll get the chance.”


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Kaiba sat in his study, smiling slightly at the nearly finished report. He felt lucky that he could think about something completely unrelated and still get respective work down. Multi-tasking was definitely God’s gift to businessmen. He could help but let his mind wander to earlier that day. He had to admit; it was the best wake up call in his life. And having Joey forced into an erotic situation was gratifying. Trace amounts of anxiety found its way into his mind; what exactly was he feeling for Joey? Was it returned? Kaiba wasn’t particularly familiar with emotions, but he could feel his way eventually. It just needed diligence. Rolling his shoulders, Seto smiled at the twinge of pain. He had found himself doing that all day. Seto wasn’t a masochist or anything, but…every time he felt that sting, he knew Joey returned whatever it was that he felt towards Joey.


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Mokuba stared blankly at the TV screen. He had just watched one of the security tapes. He felt…sick. Very sick. In a weird way. A reedy voice broke him out of his shock.

“Child, you’re sure that they weren’t on Kaiba’s bed?”

“Of course, I don’t even know where Seto sleeps. He keeps that secret. He might even just sleep in his study or his office. I don’t know.”

“Are you sure it was the horizontal tango though? Were they standing? Did you see any penetration whatsoever?”

Mokuba blushed as he went over what he saw on the tape. “They had their clothes on the entire time, and they were lying down, so it was horizontal but…I don’t know how the horizontal tango goes. They might have been.”

A light chuckling came from the other end of the cell phone. “I meant sex. The mommy-daddy dance, etc.”

Mokuba’s blush deepened. “No, they didn’t do…that. Everything stayed, um…zipped.”

“Damn, it’s alright though. Tomorrow, I’ll have a plan. Bye now, hon.’.”

Mokuba swore that he heard the elderly lady mumbling about handcuffs before she hung up the phone


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A harsh bell snapped Joey back into attention. Flinching as he got up, Joey adjusted the hard on he’d had for the majority of the day. Ever move he made, reminded him of the night and morning before. He shirt brushed against his nipples, and lust rippled through him.

Joey had never really paid attention to his nipples before. He hadn’t really considered breast-feeding before. Whatever Kaiba did, though, was incredible. Much to Joey’s regret. Their sensitivity had been plague him all day. It was all he could do not to fiddle with them.

That was only one thing, though. His entire body was like one giant receptor for pleasure, now. Nearly every inch of his body reminded him of Kabia and sent a spiking sense of lust through his body. His neck, his hips, and definitely his manhood. It was a maddening sense of torture as he felt his body crave for what his mind denied.

Somehow, Joey had made it on time, walking as though he did it every day. It was extremely difficult though. The blowjob Kaiba gave him that morning had definitely taken up permanent residence in his body. His joints still ached, in such a way that he felt lighter. A scowl flashed across his face as he saw a familiar logo on a black car. Sliding into Kaiba Corp. vehicle, Joey headed back to Hell…

…So maybe not Hell. More like a extremely cruel and sadistic paradise.


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It was seven at night. Joey had managed to avoid Kaiba since getting back from school. He had had a few brief conversations with Mokuba, but they felt awkward. Like the kid knew something that he didn’t want Joey to know.

It was odd, but right now, his stomach was craving food. He was sure that the strict elder Kaiba would enforce a dinnertime, and hoped that he had missed it. Silently creeping into the kitchen, Joey began searching through the cabinets. Winter had brought night early, and the moonlight was just enough to provide illumination during his foraging.

“I’d have fed you if you showed up on time, pup.”

Panic rose in Joey’s chest as that deep baritone washed over his ears. “I-I wasn’t hungry then.”

A predatory gleam glinted in Kaiba’s eyes. “That’s alright. I’m hungry now.”

Seto began advancing, slowly, but surely. It was torturous.

“Stop it already Kaiba! You know I don’t want this! You may not be my closest friend, but I know you’re not cruel enough to rape me!”

Again with that bloody smirk. “First, I won’t stop. Second, you know very well that you want this. I know you want this. I felt your want as you clawed my back. Third, I never raped you. We covered that this morning. As for what I’m going to do now, I wouldn’t call it rape. I’m planning on…forcibly molesting you. That’s all. Completely harmless, I assure you.”

Joey reached out behind him, his hands scrambling for something to assist him. All to soon, Kaiba loomed before him. He felt his fingers close over something. Without thought, Joey lashed out at Seto.

“Back off!!”

A shocked and fearful gasp tore itself from his throat; his fingers numbly letting the knife fall to the floor, blood gleaming darkly in the moonlight.


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Don't ya just love me?

~Apythii