Pedigree Pup

Sorry that its really short! I was supposed to write an extra scene based on a good review, but the people never replied! So, i'm rewriting this chapter soon. I'll reply to EVERY review, and the first person to reply or pm me back with a scene request, will get it put into the new chapter seven.

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Kaiba watched in morbid fascination as Joey backed into the kitchen counter, horror flitting across his face. A slight burn had settled into the wound on his arm, nothing serious. He had learned soon after his adoption that the mind was a powerful thing, with a little focus and determination; one was able to look past almost anything. Cold, heat, pain, all became irrelevant.

Apparently, though, Joey had been moderately sheltered in his life. Something had snapped inside of him, an instinct that he probably was unfamiliar with. After his research, there was no doubt that the boy was brilliant. What attracted him were the differences in the man, how he had maintained some strange version of an innocent illusion that stunted his own willingness to understand, and apparently frightened him.

Seto took another step closer, watching as Joey’s mouth fought to produce sound. “Mokuba, get the car ready. We need to go to the hospital.”

As though Kaiba’s words had shattered the trance the puppy had been in, Joey sprung into action.

“Damnit Seto! Can’t you just stay on your side of the line for once! Always pushing when you shouldn’t…you deserved this, bastard!” Joey rushed around the room, gathering a clean towel and basic disinfectants. Despite his harsh words, he tenderly treated and dressed his wound, his fingers lingering on the exposed skin. Binding his arm in gauze, Joey continued his murmurs, blinking back what looked like tears.

“I didn’t know you cared, puppy…but should the scratches on my back lead me to believe there may be some self-serving purpose here?”

“Asshole! Those, those marks just mean I was, I needed to, I was trying to get away!!”

“Somehow I doubt that, pup.”

At that moment, Mokuba chose to break the tense atmosphere. “Big Brother, I have the car ready, what do we need it for? I-Seto! What happened to your arm!?”

“Not now Mokuba, just get me to the car.”

No more words were exchanged…hardly any form of communication was traded at all. Mokuba kept attempting to engage either Kaiba or Joey in a conversation, but Joey was furtively avoiding eye contact with anyone and Seto was discreetly preventing blood loss. You really couldn’t tell, if you didn’t know what you were looking for, but there was a tension in the air. Mokuba could only guess it had something to do with the cut on Seto’s arm. Huffing in annoyance, Mokuba slouched in his seat as he grudgingly accepted the restless environment.


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Kaiba grunted in irritation as the doctor fastened a simple sling to his arm.

“This will make sure the cut has time to seal, we don’t wont it ripping open now do we?”

His flaccid attempt at humor sickened the elder Kaiba; this doctor really shouldn’t have been allowed to graduate. Seto was immensely tempted to ask for his certification and the right to test its authenticity. Luckily, the wound wasn’t that serious. It was shallow and long, about seven inches on his forearm.

“Its not deep enough to require stitches, but keep the arm in the sling. You’ll have quite a scar, talk about an ice breaker!”

“I don’t scar.” Without another word, Kaiba left the man in the observation room. He really had more pressing matters to attend to.


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Joey Wheeler winced as his shirt moved as he walked. He flinched as his pants began to contract and release with his movements. After the initial guilt of actually stabbing Kaiba with a kitchen knife, Joey had calmed down and made sure that there was no infection.

The doctor had informed him that there were no serious repercussions for Kaiba, aside from a scar, so that was a relief. Next item to worry about, though, was if Kaiba wanted to press charges. If such a thing were to get to court, as it obviously would, Joey would have to use sexual harassment as a defense, and that would lead to very unwanted press for both parties. Not to mention that he would need to dip into his work allowance from Jounouchi Corp., which could easily be traced.

It was surprising that Kaiba hadn’t already found out about Joey’s circumstances. He must have done a really convincing acting job.

“Hsst!” Joey hissed as he felt his clothing rub against his skin. Whatever Kaiba had done the night previous had been tormenting him all day. In his haste to get away from Seto, he didn’t manage to get a glimpse of himself this morning. From what he could feel, though, it seemed as though his body had been turned into one giant love bite.

His nipples tingled enticingly at the slightest sensation-even the chill breeze had begun to get a rise out of him. Every step he took seemed like Kaiba had an imploring hand constantly groping him. Each second that passed seem to magnify the already intense longing set within his belly; he had been walking around with a hard on for the majority of the day.

Which lead to the incident in the kitchen. All day he had been craving what he could not allow himself to have. He didn’t want to want Kaiba. Joey didn’t want to not want Kaiba. Like that made any sense. Which, knowing him, it probably didn’t.

Then, like Pandora’s box itself, Kaiba had cornered him in the kitchen offering pleasurable chaos, callously tempting him with the most persistent of enticements. Every fiber in him craved to be united to the once-stoic CEO.

It really was an annoying quandary, that Kaiba. The second they’re in public the walls go up, soaring high. Not a single thing affected him, just nonchalantly there being arrogant and selfish. In contrast, Joey stared at him almost constantly, practically begging for his lavish affections. In private, Seto was on him the instant they were shielded from viewing eyes, while Joey fought to keep his distance. Frankly, his own indecision pissed him off. Still, he knew what he wanted to be able to choose, what he needed to choose.

Any chance for him to have a normal, carefree life was to be able to get the entirety of the Jounouchi inheritance, including his substantial trust funds. The only way to do that before he turned 25 was pending male children, yes, plural male children-per his grandfather’s last will and testament.

Until the day he got legitimate heirs for the Jounouchi line, he had to maintain the company and the business. He needed children, or the next 7 years of his life would be nothing but a torment. At the most, he could last a few years, before depression set in. Joey knew himself better than anyone else, and the business world was not where he wanted to live.

He may not even really want Kaiba; perhaps Joey just needs to be needed. Even with Mai, there had been no real chemistry between them. Mai had shown some twisted form of attraction, and Joey fell for it. However, Mai showed interest in almost anything that could move.

Something in his gut told him that he wanted more, needed more than a shallow relationship. Growing up quickly left him with a fractured personality-which inadvertently helped with his double life. Most of the time though, his ignorance of a normal childhood left him with a naïveté that prevented typical development. Sometimes, he felt years ahead of his peers, others-especially when it came to emotions-he felt badly informed.

Kaiba even seemed to know what was the right thing to do with ‘feelings’. They must have had similar experiences, why didn’t they turn out the same? Would Kaiba be able to provide everything that Joey needed, even if he himself didn’t understand what that was?

Shaking himself out of his daze, he exited the hospital. Hailing a cab, Joey set off in the direction of the Kaiba manor. He had made his decision…if only he knew what it was.


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