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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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Chapter 8
A/N: Sorry about being so late! If you could all take a moment of silence for Joudama, my computer, who sadly passed away at the completion of this chapter...Thank you. Her ashes have been let loose at MT. Adams. Long story to that, but its significant. It was going to be longer, but I felt that Joudama's last efforts should be remember and forever immortalized. Don't you worry though, there's actual sex next chapter!
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A pale morning sun rose over an unusually somber Kaiba manor. Winter frost held off the sounds of daybreak, the crisp dawn layered with a cold mist. An air had settled over the imposing edifice, a tension that had set in over the course of the week. Seto rarely saw Joey for more than a fleeting moment, and he realized that Joey was avoiding him assiduously. There was never enough time in those passing instances to discuss anything; where things stood between them, and when could they escalate. If only there was a way to corner him, but with the weekend at his doorstep, Joey would soon fly to the isolation of his own home. Kaiba couldn’t allow this thing to fester over the weekend-it could destroy any chance of getting his own puppy.
A slight twinge in his arm brought Seto out of his musings, briefly annoyed by the signs of his wound healing. Granted, nothing serious had come of the exchange, but a single cut had shattered any hope he had of quickly taking Joey into his bed. After this week, his schedule portfolio significantly increased, leaving much less time for play. He had to have some way of trapping Joey into spending time with him before his workload began to affect his daily life. If he didn’t prove to Joey that he was serious now, any amount of time he allowed him to build up his defenses was time he had to spend breaking down his walls. Kaiba needed to make Joey his, or at least make significant headway.
At the same time, he was obligated to spend time with Mokuba. Where do twelve year-olds go to have fun anyway? The mall? The zoo? Both were practically the same thing, though the latter can get you eaten. Would he be dragged to both? Mokuba usually came home in a frenzy, raving about the crazy things his friends did at the mall. Maybe if he arranged a trip with several of Mokuba’s friends and merely chaperoned? That would probably be the best situation; quality time was never a strong point with Seto. It would also exponentially increase the difficulty for himself.
Kaiba straightened suddenly. What if he somehow convinced Joey to come along? With Mokuba running around with his friends, and Joey chained to his side, there would be enough privacy to batter Joey into a relationship. Things would go so much easier if the man wasn’t so fucking stubborn! Then again, Kaiba probably wouldn’t be interested if he spread his legs at a look. On the other hand, seeing how much action he gets now, he wouldn’t mind Joey spreading his legs at a single look from him.
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What was he doing again? Oh, yes. No opportunity to molest Joey could, or ever would, be missed.
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Somewhere across the city, an elderly woman walked up to a bus bench adjacent to the street curb. She was dressed in bland clothing that made her hard to trace, cloaked in a shapeless gray that blended into the color of the stone surrounding her. Occasionally, she fiddled with her bag, an odd sort of clinking emitting from the purse. Many pedestrians walked past her, immediately dismissing her as unimportant and omitted her from memory. A fair amount of time passed before a long black limo pulled in front of the odd woman. Without looking up, she seamlessly slid off the bench and into the car. In moments, both were out of sight.
“You got my message I see-Even if you were extremely late. Truly, it borders on unacceptable.”
Mokuba glared at the old woman, his ruffled black hair accenting his anger. “Of course I’m fuckin’ late! Your ‘message’ was left in Klingon! I had no idea what you were fucking saying! The only thing in Japanese was ‘granny’ and ‘shrimp puffs’! I still have no clue why you said shrimp puffs, or why you seem to have a strange fixation on them. It’s really weird. Next time, just leave a message I don’t have to translate, and at a decent hour too! 2:15 am is not a decent hour!”
“Klingon was the only language I was sure that your brother didn’t know. And you have no right to declare 2:15 indecent!”
“What did you want me here for anyway?”
“My sources-”
“By sources do you mean you have our house bugged?”
“My sources- be they what they are-tell me that you brother is planning a day trip for you, and has high hopes for Joey accompanying him. I need you to make sure that happens…and help me into the mansion without getting killed. Or maimed. Yes, we want to avoid that.”
“Fine. I hope you know what you’re doing Granny…cause I sure as hell don’t.”
“Don’t worry, dear, it’ll come with time. It’ll come with time.”
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Joey stood in the shower with a leg braced against the lip of the tub. He would kill anyone who found out, but he hated the feel of hair on his body…it was disgusting and coarse and uncomfortable. Ever since he was a child, he hated hair anywhere but on a person’s head. The only place it should be.
Joey had gotten lost in New York when he was younger, and was accosted by hairy hobos that smelled strongly of marijuana and alcohol. Maybe that had something to do with it. Whatever the reason, he started shaving his legs in early on, without realizing that it sped up the process of getting hairy legs. Which led him to his current predicament.
It wasn’t that bad, he mused. Body builders shave their entire body all the time. He rubbed some of his lotion into his skin and took a deep breath. The smell of spiced almonds soon filled to air. Taking one of the blue towels, he dried himself hastily before wrapping it around his waist.
Joey felt a little better knowing that he would be able to go back home soon. Whatever was happening between him and Kaiba was not something he really wanted to dwell on. With luck, he would be able to prevent Kaiba from seeing his grandmother and still keep his dignity for another time.
“Ackk!”
A wet puddle brought him crashing to the floor in a heap, his limbs spread every which way. So much for dignity, he thought. If that wasn’t bad enough, he spied Kaiba staring at him through the light steam lingering after his shower. At least he wasn’t saying anything annoying or embarrassing, he was just kinda staring…
…
and staring…
Slowly, Joey followed Seto’s line of sight. Judging by the angle, he was staring…between the gap in his towel…what the fuck!
“What the hell Kaiba! I’m kinda busy in here! And keep your eyes NORTH of the equator!”
“You won’t let me touch, and now I can’t even look? Really, puppy, do you wish to leave me a broken man?” Joey squinted into the steam. He couldn’t be sure, but Kaiba looked like he was blushing, but he couldn’t tell if it was at the sight of his scantily protected body or the lingering heat left by the dissipating mist.
“Whatever you wanna say about it, I call it maintaining some level of dignity. What the hell are you doing any? It was kinda obvious that I was doing something.”
“Yes, obvious. I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t something I should be participating in.”
Joey felt his ears burn at the statement. “I guarantee you that nothing I’m doing in the bathroom will ever concern you.” To emphasize his point, Joey turned around to face the mirror-Kaiba put out of sight and out of mind. END OF CONVERSATION.
He jumped as a heated hand rested on his shoulder. Apparently Kaiba lacked certain self-monitoring skills. Or was just a bastard. Whatever the case, he seemed to ignore the fact that Joey had decided to cut off communication. He felt a mouth next to his ear, so close he could feel the moisture in Kaiba’s breath. An infinitesimal (1) amount of air was separating the two men. “Want to make a bet on that, puppy?”
Ignoring the shiver that ran down his spine, Joey spun to hide the effects his presence was having on him, a strong arm shoving the oppressor away. “I am not ready to bet my virginity on something that stupid.” Glaring to add drama to the exchange, he once again attempted to block out Kaiba.
“That’s so sweet. So, eventually you will need me in a bathroom, and I get to be your first, last, and only. That’s quite a present. I’m touched…in a good way.”
Joey gasped as he was twisted around and crushed betwixt Kaiba’s hard, lean body and the smooth, cold marble counter. As his orientation returned to him he realized that a long moment had passed in Kaiba’s capable arms. “W-What the FUCK! Where the hell do you get off ‘claiming’ my virginity! And didn’t I already tell you that ‘we’re’ going to have nothing to do together in a bathroom?”
“May I ask what we’re doing now?”
“Nothing consensual then!”
“Please, you know as well as I that, given enough time, we’re going to be going at it like rabbits in heat, no matter the location.”
“What the crap makes you think I’m even interested?!”
“Well, you didn’t have enough commitment to the fact for you to bet on us not doing something in a bathroom-and you advertently admitted to being a virgin. Completely unrelated, but you have no idea how that turns me on. Also, I have a new favorite home video that may or may not be damning in the court of law. Last, but not least in my mind, you gave me a soul searing hand job the other morning, and I would quite like another. Again, that was also unrelated. At least, part of it was.”
A short eternity passed in the awkward silence that followed. “Just get the fuck away from me.”
Kaiba took a short step back, easily within arms reach of the other. “I came here for a reason puppy.”
“Do I even want to know?”
“I need you to help me with Mokuba. I want to take him and some of his friends out for the day, and I need someone to help me handle them.”
“NO! I mean, no, I can’t. My grandmother is gonna wanna see me.”
“Its one more day. Can’t she wait?”
“I said no! Drop it already.”
…
“So if your grandmother said it was alright, you would go?”
“Yeah, but-
“Great, I have her number here.”
With a surprising burst of speed Joey launched himself at the elder Kaiba, but to no avail. The phone was already ringing.
Someone picked up the phone, and the sound of fierce static (2) filled the room. “Oh shit, dammit, mother fuckin- dammit you son of a goat! For the love of-fuck!…moshi moshi?”
Taken aback by the stream of curse words, Kaiba was at a loss for a moment. “Oh, uh, yes. Wheeler-san, Joey was wondering if he could spend the day helping me with Mokuba.”
“Don’t listen to him grammy! I-I-I’m bleeding! I can’t feel my toes! My left arm is numb! Oh the pain!! Oh agony, be still, o my heart! Heeellllpppp….cough, cough, hack…”
Another silent moment filled with tension ensued-Kaiba hoping for one answer and Joey the opposite. Soon a chirpy “Of course! Don’t tire him out too much! Wouldn’t want him to be good for nothing now would we?”
“Of course not Wheeler-san. We’ll keep him going long and hard.”
“If you insist dear. Bye now!”
‘Well, that was short and to the point’. “I’m glad that you decided to come with me pup.”
Joey had no answer. He just slide down the tiled wall of the bathroom in shock, finally succeeding in ignoring Kaiba’s taunts. At least, until he realized Kaiba was ogling him around that dammed excuse of a trumped up washcloth.
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Hyoumei sagged against the cobblestone wall that ringed the Kaiba grounds. Brushing a few strands of hair out of her face, she attempted to gather herself for the trek home. After 70 years of non-stop life, she was getting a little old for this kinda thing. She figured that getting out of the Kaiba mansion unharmed, if a bit crispy, was mostly luck. Still, she had left what needed to be left.
“O, Kami-sama. If chaining my grandson to a sexually starved teen billionaire and placing him in a potential faux rape situation offends you in some way, please, direct your wrath at that midget.”
“Oi, I ain’t no midget! That there’s derogatory and igni’ant! I’m a dwarf, or a little person!”
“Really now? Where’s your extraordinary beard? Don’t have one? What about a battle axe? Magical powers, maybe? Hmm, again no. Maybe you’re a pygmy? Negative? Oh, so I was right. You are a midget. Get ‘im Kami-sama!”
Any retort the midget had was cut off by a swarm of locusts and jagged lightning. Hmm. Dwarf, my eye.
Somewhere across the city, an elderly woman dressed in a drab gray streaked with dark stains began to walk home. Her short, quick step jostled her equally drab bag. No matter the how jerkily she moved, no sound came out of that purse.
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1-that is just the sexiest word in this chapter! It even has four of the five sexiest letters in the alphabet!
2-I have a steamy yaoi fanart of KaibaxJoey hardcore man sex that goes out to whoever can figure out what caused the static. I drew it myself, so be nice! If you get it, that is.
I'll be posting the next chapter after I receive ten reviews! There'll be custom hand cuffs, the static mystery, and some slight non-sadistic but just plain sexy bondage.
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A pale morning sun rose over an unusually somber Kaiba manor. Winter frost held off the sounds of daybreak, the crisp dawn layered with a cold mist. An air had settled over the imposing edifice, a tension that had set in over the course of the week. Seto rarely saw Joey for more than a fleeting moment, and he realized that Joey was avoiding him assiduously. There was never enough time in those passing instances to discuss anything; where things stood between them, and when could they escalate. If only there was a way to corner him, but with the weekend at his doorstep, Joey would soon fly to the isolation of his own home. Kaiba couldn’t allow this thing to fester over the weekend-it could destroy any chance of getting his own puppy.
A slight twinge in his arm brought Seto out of his musings, briefly annoyed by the signs of his wound healing. Granted, nothing serious had come of the exchange, but a single cut had shattered any hope he had of quickly taking Joey into his bed. After this week, his schedule portfolio significantly increased, leaving much less time for play. He had to have some way of trapping Joey into spending time with him before his workload began to affect his daily life. If he didn’t prove to Joey that he was serious now, any amount of time he allowed him to build up his defenses was time he had to spend breaking down his walls. Kaiba needed to make Joey his, or at least make significant headway.
At the same time, he was obligated to spend time with Mokuba. Where do twelve year-olds go to have fun anyway? The mall? The zoo? Both were practically the same thing, though the latter can get you eaten. Would he be dragged to both? Mokuba usually came home in a frenzy, raving about the crazy things his friends did at the mall. Maybe if he arranged a trip with several of Mokuba’s friends and merely chaperoned? That would probably be the best situation; quality time was never a strong point with Seto. It would also exponentially increase the difficulty for himself.
Kaiba straightened suddenly. What if he somehow convinced Joey to come along? With Mokuba running around with his friends, and Joey chained to his side, there would be enough privacy to batter Joey into a relationship. Things would go so much easier if the man wasn’t so fucking stubborn! Then again, Kaiba probably wouldn’t be interested if he spread his legs at a look. On the other hand, seeing how much action he gets now, he wouldn’t mind Joey spreading his legs at a single look from him.
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What was he doing again? Oh, yes. No opportunity to molest Joey could, or ever would, be missed.
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Somewhere across the city, an elderly woman walked up to a bus bench adjacent to the street curb. She was dressed in bland clothing that made her hard to trace, cloaked in a shapeless gray that blended into the color of the stone surrounding her. Occasionally, she fiddled with her bag, an odd sort of clinking emitting from the purse. Many pedestrians walked past her, immediately dismissing her as unimportant and omitted her from memory. A fair amount of time passed before a long black limo pulled in front of the odd woman. Without looking up, she seamlessly slid off the bench and into the car. In moments, both were out of sight.
“You got my message I see-Even if you were extremely late. Truly, it borders on unacceptable.”
Mokuba glared at the old woman, his ruffled black hair accenting his anger. “Of course I’m fuckin’ late! Your ‘message’ was left in Klingon! I had no idea what you were fucking saying! The only thing in Japanese was ‘granny’ and ‘shrimp puffs’! I still have no clue why you said shrimp puffs, or why you seem to have a strange fixation on them. It’s really weird. Next time, just leave a message I don’t have to translate, and at a decent hour too! 2:15 am is not a decent hour!”
“Klingon was the only language I was sure that your brother didn’t know. And you have no right to declare 2:15 indecent!”
“What did you want me here for anyway?”
“My sources-”
“By sources do you mean you have our house bugged?”
“My sources- be they what they are-tell me that you brother is planning a day trip for you, and has high hopes for Joey accompanying him. I need you to make sure that happens…and help me into the mansion without getting killed. Or maimed. Yes, we want to avoid that.”
“Fine. I hope you know what you’re doing Granny…cause I sure as hell don’t.”
“Don’t worry, dear, it’ll come with time. It’ll come with time.”
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Joey stood in the shower with a leg braced against the lip of the tub. He would kill anyone who found out, but he hated the feel of hair on his body…it was disgusting and coarse and uncomfortable. Ever since he was a child, he hated hair anywhere but on a person’s head. The only place it should be.
Joey had gotten lost in New York when he was younger, and was accosted by hairy hobos that smelled strongly of marijuana and alcohol. Maybe that had something to do with it. Whatever the reason, he started shaving his legs in early on, without realizing that it sped up the process of getting hairy legs. Which led him to his current predicament.
It wasn’t that bad, he mused. Body builders shave their entire body all the time. He rubbed some of his lotion into his skin and took a deep breath. The smell of spiced almonds soon filled to air. Taking one of the blue towels, he dried himself hastily before wrapping it around his waist.
Joey felt a little better knowing that he would be able to go back home soon. Whatever was happening between him and Kaiba was not something he really wanted to dwell on. With luck, he would be able to prevent Kaiba from seeing his grandmother and still keep his dignity for another time.
“Ackk!”
A wet puddle brought him crashing to the floor in a heap, his limbs spread every which way. So much for dignity, he thought. If that wasn’t bad enough, he spied Kaiba staring at him through the light steam lingering after his shower. At least he wasn’t saying anything annoying or embarrassing, he was just kinda staring…
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and staring…
Slowly, Joey followed Seto’s line of sight. Judging by the angle, he was staring…between the gap in his towel…what the fuck!
“What the hell Kaiba! I’m kinda busy in here! And keep your eyes NORTH of the equator!”
“You won’t let me touch, and now I can’t even look? Really, puppy, do you wish to leave me a broken man?” Joey squinted into the steam. He couldn’t be sure, but Kaiba looked like he was blushing, but he couldn’t tell if it was at the sight of his scantily protected body or the lingering heat left by the dissipating mist.
“Whatever you wanna say about it, I call it maintaining some level of dignity. What the hell are you doing any? It was kinda obvious that I was doing something.”
“Yes, obvious. I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t something I should be participating in.”
Joey felt his ears burn at the statement. “I guarantee you that nothing I’m doing in the bathroom will ever concern you.” To emphasize his point, Joey turned around to face the mirror-Kaiba put out of sight and out of mind. END OF CONVERSATION.
He jumped as a heated hand rested on his shoulder. Apparently Kaiba lacked certain self-monitoring skills. Or was just a bastard. Whatever the case, he seemed to ignore the fact that Joey had decided to cut off communication. He felt a mouth next to his ear, so close he could feel the moisture in Kaiba’s breath. An infinitesimal (1) amount of air was separating the two men. “Want to make a bet on that, puppy?”
Ignoring the shiver that ran down his spine, Joey spun to hide the effects his presence was having on him, a strong arm shoving the oppressor away. “I am not ready to bet my virginity on something that stupid.” Glaring to add drama to the exchange, he once again attempted to block out Kaiba.
“That’s so sweet. So, eventually you will need me in a bathroom, and I get to be your first, last, and only. That’s quite a present. I’m touched…in a good way.”
Joey gasped as he was twisted around and crushed betwixt Kaiba’s hard, lean body and the smooth, cold marble counter. As his orientation returned to him he realized that a long moment had passed in Kaiba’s capable arms. “W-What the FUCK! Where the hell do you get off ‘claiming’ my virginity! And didn’t I already tell you that ‘we’re’ going to have nothing to do together in a bathroom?”
“May I ask what we’re doing now?”
“Nothing consensual then!”
“Please, you know as well as I that, given enough time, we’re going to be going at it like rabbits in heat, no matter the location.”
“What the crap makes you think I’m even interested?!”
“Well, you didn’t have enough commitment to the fact for you to bet on us not doing something in a bathroom-and you advertently admitted to being a virgin. Completely unrelated, but you have no idea how that turns me on. Also, I have a new favorite home video that may or may not be damning in the court of law. Last, but not least in my mind, you gave me a soul searing hand job the other morning, and I would quite like another. Again, that was also unrelated. At least, part of it was.”
A short eternity passed in the awkward silence that followed. “Just get the fuck away from me.”
Kaiba took a short step back, easily within arms reach of the other. “I came here for a reason puppy.”
“Do I even want to know?”
“I need you to help me with Mokuba. I want to take him and some of his friends out for the day, and I need someone to help me handle them.”
“NO! I mean, no, I can’t. My grandmother is gonna wanna see me.”
“Its one more day. Can’t she wait?”
“I said no! Drop it already.”
…
“So if your grandmother said it was alright, you would go?”
“Yeah, but-
“Great, I have her number here.”
With a surprising burst of speed Joey launched himself at the elder Kaiba, but to no avail. The phone was already ringing.
Someone picked up the phone, and the sound of fierce static (2) filled the room. “Oh shit, dammit, mother fuckin- dammit you son of a goat! For the love of-fuck!…moshi moshi?”
Taken aback by the stream of curse words, Kaiba was at a loss for a moment. “Oh, uh, yes. Wheeler-san, Joey was wondering if he could spend the day helping me with Mokuba.”
“Don’t listen to him grammy! I-I-I’m bleeding! I can’t feel my toes! My left arm is numb! Oh the pain!! Oh agony, be still, o my heart! Heeellllpppp….cough, cough, hack…”
Another silent moment filled with tension ensued-Kaiba hoping for one answer and Joey the opposite. Soon a chirpy “Of course! Don’t tire him out too much! Wouldn’t want him to be good for nothing now would we?”
“Of course not Wheeler-san. We’ll keep him going long and hard.”
“If you insist dear. Bye now!”
‘Well, that was short and to the point’. “I’m glad that you decided to come with me pup.”
Joey had no answer. He just slide down the tiled wall of the bathroom in shock, finally succeeding in ignoring Kaiba’s taunts. At least, until he realized Kaiba was ogling him around that dammed excuse of a trumped up washcloth.
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Hyoumei sagged against the cobblestone wall that ringed the Kaiba grounds. Brushing a few strands of hair out of her face, she attempted to gather herself for the trek home. After 70 years of non-stop life, she was getting a little old for this kinda thing. She figured that getting out of the Kaiba mansion unharmed, if a bit crispy, was mostly luck. Still, she had left what needed to be left.
“O, Kami-sama. If chaining my grandson to a sexually starved teen billionaire and placing him in a potential faux rape situation offends you in some way, please, direct your wrath at that midget.”
“Oi, I ain’t no midget! That there’s derogatory and igni’ant! I’m a dwarf, or a little person!”
“Really now? Where’s your extraordinary beard? Don’t have one? What about a battle axe? Magical powers, maybe? Hmm, again no. Maybe you’re a pygmy? Negative? Oh, so I was right. You are a midget. Get ‘im Kami-sama!”
Any retort the midget had was cut off by a swarm of locusts and jagged lightning. Hmm. Dwarf, my eye.
Somewhere across the city, an elderly woman dressed in a drab gray streaked with dark stains began to walk home. Her short, quick step jostled her equally drab bag. No matter the how jerkily she moved, no sound came out of that purse.
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1-that is just the sexiest word in this chapter! It even has four of the five sexiest letters in the alphabet!
2-I have a steamy yaoi fanart of KaibaxJoey hardcore man sex that goes out to whoever can figure out what caused the static. I drew it myself, so be nice! If you get it, that is.
I'll be posting the next chapter after I receive ten reviews! There'll be custom hand cuffs, the static mystery, and some slight non-sadistic but just plain sexy bondage.