Pedigree Pup

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Joey glared ahead, determined to ignore the man striding alongside him. Him and that insufferably smug grin. It was so irritating! All day long, it had been nothing but following a couple of preteens around a giant animal farm with a pervert who was good for nothing but eye candy. At least, he couldn’t think of any other use for Kaiba. Well…in all honesty…if he had to admit it, there may be a few things that were less than kosher he might consider doing with Kaiba.

“Mokuba.”

Even as he recognized the voice, Joey knew he was going to jump. Yep, there it was. Just hearing that smooth sound was enough to set him off. It should be illegal to have a voice like that-it was like viscous honey slowly poured over a crispy vanilla cookie…maybe a ladyfinger. He shook his head at how gay that sounded, but it was true. Kaiba talking really did make him think of sucking hot honey off a finger. And cookies. Damnit! Now he was horny and hungry! There was no justice. Hmph.

“Mokuba, take your friends to the gift shop and buy something. There’s nothing else to see.”

“AAAAAAEEEEEIIIIIYYAAAAAAAARRRGGGGHHHH!!”

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“Was there a point to that, puppy?”

Joey flushed a violent red as he realized exactly what it was he had done. Scratching his neck in a mixture of mortification and lethal embarrassment, he tried to ignore the scared children, aghast parents, and that FREAKIN’ INSUFFERABLE GRIN!! He knew why he screamed, but he couldn’t say. That would be giving in to Kaiba, of all people! Joey would have to be tied to a bed before he would even consider giving in to that, that, apotheosis of sex! Frustrated was too tame a word for what he was going through right now.

“Of course there was a point to ‘that’, Kaiba! What the hell do you think I am? Crazy? I happen to be deathly afraid of cobblestone paths. So there!”

A fine eyebrow arched in a mocking gesture. “Because that makes you so much more sane.”

“But Joey, we’ve been walking on cobblestone for the last four hours, why didn’t you say anything?” Confusion caught betwixt outright hilarity painted itself across Mokuba’s naïve face.

“I was trying to keep a grip on myself, kid! Why do you think I flew off the handle like that? It’s called ‘bottling it up’, ya’ know. So I don’t go crazy all the time, just in little episodes. No worries though! I’ve got enough macho to spare!”

“Hmm. Is that the same thing as what my brother does?”

“No. He suffers from something called, ‘dead soul syndrome’.”

“Whatever, Joey. I think you’re making that up!”

“He is, Mokuba. It’s a pathetic diversion so that you don’t see the falsified details of his ‘story’.”

At that moment, Joey realized exactly where his opponent was. Kaiba had decided to maneuver himself as close as possible to Joey, and Joey knew that there were loads of hidden meanings in every single motion that Kaiba made. A large, hot hand was tangled in the shaggy blond hair at the base of his neck-with his fingers just barely fondly his earlobe. His elbow had found purchase across the span of his shoulders, with just enough force to give testament to his greater strength. Out of the corner of his eye, Joey saw that Kaiba had spread his legs apart, at a precise angle to stabilize his center of gravity against any kind of untoward movement. Any protest on Joey’s part died in his throat as a piercing blue eye bound him to his side. A split second that lasted an eternity. The other hand was held loosely at his side, loose but ready. An innocuous stance to the untrained eye, but his years of schooling and training knew a trap when they saw it. With a single movement, he could easily overpower Joey.

“I thought you were going to go to the gift shop, Mokuba? Make sure your friends don’t get lost.”

“But, Seto! We haven’t seen the Nocturnal House yet! And ‘friends’? You’ve been saying that all day, but its just Souta!”

“Hn. Fine. The Nocturnal House is the last stop though.”

“YES!”

A painted smile flitted across Joey’s strained face. What was he supposed to say? Woot? Yippee, dark places to be molested by the person currently restraining him?

“You sure you don’t want to go to the gift shop? I hear they have some really…uh…NEAT stuff!” Pleading with the kid, Joey’s eyes were nearly overflowing with unshed tears.

“What!? And miss the vampire bats! Are you crazy!? That’s, like, one of the only reasons to come here!”

With that, the twelve-year old friends sped off toward the next enclosure. Hanging his head in defeat, Joey heaved a sigh of remorse-tinged with an unconscious cry for something more.

A mild stinging spread from the base of his neck as Kaiba forced his head at an angle, soothed by the heated whispers dropped into his ear.

“Don’t make trouble, puppy. Just…grin and…take it. Or better yet, enjoy it.”


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Joey tensed at each footfall that sounded next to him, the soft thud resonating in the blacklight tinged darkness. The odd blue hue of the shadows illuminated parts of his surroundings, revealing only an obscured version of his companions. From what he could tell, they were alone, save for the bats. Two smallish wraiths dashed ahead in choppy paths, darting forward and backward without any finite destination. Those had to be Mokuba and Souta, there was no way that anything that looked that tiny could be the Kaiba he was on alert for.

Where was he? How could something that imposing, that…unavoidable just disappear? Betting that he was lurking somewhere nearby, Joey didn’t want to seem like he was looking out for him, so he kept his glances sideways and his eyes shifty. Seriously, they were halfway through the exhibit and Seto hadn’t been seen since they entered. It looked like Mokuba and Souta were heading out of the Nocturnal House, and he was way back by the fruit bats. Why was he dragging his feet? Why was he so far behind?

Before his mind could finish processing his thoughts, Joey found himself gently spun around and pushed against the cool glass. Damn Kaiba and his vampiric talents! He didn’t even have time to protest before he found himself enthusiastically engaging in what was rapidly heading toward second base.

If you asked him, he couldn’t really tell you what was happening. There was tongue. There were teeth. There was that really annoying, really addictive fluttering sensation in his chest. There was that really odd, really great light, helium feeling in his throat. There was that hot, burning numbness that ran up and down his spin. All he knew what that he was pressed against the glass, his mouth ravished by a sworn enemy, while he was gladly returning the favor.

An electric, tingling sensation burst across the entirety of his body, and he could feel the sheer intensity calling him to escalate the situation. Leaning closer to Kaiba, he was surprised to find the source of his desire and his frustration farther than he thought. It was like Seto was slowly leaning away. It was an infuriating dance, as he leaned in-Seto leaned away. Joey was pressed against Seto’s strong, broad chest-a smug grin teasingly brushing against his lips. He was straining to get more, to feel more, to know more. Sadly, his paradise laid just a bare centimeter away…just out of his height range. Finally, their lips weren’t even touching.

“What are you doing?” He could feel his breath fighting with his voice, a husky whisper.

“I’m making you, come to me.”

In that instant, the moment ended and Joey found himself back in control of his mind and his body. With a hard palm thrust just below the rib cage, just above the stomach, Joey drove the wind out of Kaiba’s body and forced him against the wall opposite of him. Listening with diluted pity as Kaiba struggled to regain his composure, Joey ignored the temporary breach in his façade and put on his most intense face, more than ready to tell Seto where to go.

“You fucking bastard. You can’t even wait until we’re somewhere private, can you?” Even as he said the words, he knew they weren’t supposed to be heard by either party. Joey felt dizzy as all the blood in his head seemed to redirect itself toward his cheeks, and a brilliant blush spread from the tips of his ears down to his hardened nipples.

“I-I mean, y-you f-“

Kaiba slowly stood, a strong hand absently wiping at some rogue saliva clinging to the corner of his jaw. One finger, that was all it took, and all the defiance in him fled at a simple touch. One finger lightly dragged from his ear, trailing down his neck, finding its way to his chest; as if tracing the path his blush had taken.

“I’ll take that as a promise.”

“Wh-whatever…you, you bastard! I would have to be tied up and handed over to you on a platter before I even thought of letting you near me!”

“Is that a fact? You’re body seems to be confused then.”

Joey bit off a moan as Kaiba tweaked a nipple in seemingly innocent curiosity.

“That’s fine though.” Firming his grip on Joey’s nipple, he pulled Joey in close and once again whispered through satin lips. “I like to unwrap my presents.”


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Joey burst into the Kaiba Mansion, his speed dial working with nearly as much desperation as that which filled his every pore. There was not much else he could do in this situation. The rational part of his mind tried to calm him down, filling his consciousness with watered down assurances.

“Everyone has a weakness. Kaiba is yours. The first step to conquer your weakness is to accept it. Accept that Kaiba is your weakness and move forward.”

“There isn’t any way to avoid this. Chemistry is beyond your control. Be on guard, and you will prevail.”

“Emotions are as natural as breathing. It is the ability to go beyond them that separates the truly great.”

At the same time, a completely insane part of him was screaming bold and daring plans that appealed to the most primal part of him.

“The biological drive is there for a reason! Use it and get that fucker in bed!”

“Is there something wrong with wanting sex with an incredibly sexy bastard?! You want and I want it! Get with the program!”

“Seriously? You mean you didn’t realize you two have been in love since you laid eyes on each other? Really, you two are a perfect match. Now get out there and fuck!”

Needless to say, it’s not so much that arguing with yourself that’s odd; it’s when there’s no clear winner that makes it weird. His anxiety mounting with every passing dial tone, somewhere deep inside him, Joey knew that if Seto was anywhere near him, every fiber of his body would agree on one thing. It was that one thing that had him worried. Instinctively, he knew that there was very little left of his reservations.

“Hello?”

“Grammy? Thi-”

“Thank you for calling the Jounouchi residence. Joey, if that’s you, I’m sorry to say that I have urgent business requiring my immediate attention. I’ve informed Kaiba-sama of this and I’m sure that he will be more than accommodating. You’ll have to stay at the Kaiba’s until next weekend.”

Waiting for the ‘beep’, Joey muttered viciously. “Scrawny old bitch, never plays fair-”

“That’s why I always win.”

As Joey’s breath caught in his throat, he realized that it was still the recorded message. “You’d think that once in a while she wouldn’t act like she knows everythi-”

“But I’m the best Joey. And you know it! Leave a message at the beep.”

Realizing everything that could be said, had already been said at one point or another, Joey hung up and sulked around the mansion. He soon came across a lavish, but practical, living room occupied by a giant television, game system, and a precocious preteen.

Without missing a beat, Mokuba called out over his shoulder. “Hey Joey. I thought you’d have left already.”

“No. My grandmother had to go out of town for some god-forsaken reason.”

“Ok. Maybe that’s why Seto was in a good mood when he left.” Mokuba winced internally, fearing that he had accidentally given something away.

“When he left? When did he leave? What for?” To his relief, Joey hadn’t realized his minor slip up.

“I don’t know. He keeps me out of most of the business meetings now that I’m getting closer to high school. He wants me focused on my studies instead of our business.” Happy that the conversation was back in safe territory, Mokuba once again focused on his game.

The silence was killing Joey. It wasn’t an awkward silence, more of one of those pauses that happen when two people are in two different phases of thought. Still, the pregnant hush was filling the room, and Joey fought to think of a way to maneuver away from the quiet. Then it struck him, like a bolt of proverbial lightning. If he was going to be stuck in the Kaiba Mansion, might as well wreak havoc! Hell, when all else fails, every Jounouchi knew that chaos and anarchy were golden safety nets.

His brief time training at an Israeli boot camp that was more or less ‘non-existent’, had taught Joey a few things about combat. That’s what this was. Granted, the stakes were a wee bit different, but combat nonetheless. First things first, establish a target.

“Hey Mokuba, when does Kaiba get back?” An innocent enough question.

“I don’t know. He usually gets home at the same time every night, after I get to bed”

“Oh. Do you guys share a room?” Misdirection. Don’t let them see what you’re aiming for.

“Hell no! We live in a mansion! He has his own room!”

“Oh. My bad. God, I feel stupid now. I mean, I just thought that I’d have seen it by now. I guess I wasn’t thinking.” Add a little manipulation, courtesy of guilt.

“No, I mean, its perfectly reasonable. I don’t even now where Seto’s room is. No one does.”

Normally, this would be the payoff, but of course, Seto doesn’t want things to be easy for him.


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Why the hell was he stuck here? Joey had a sneaking suspicion that his grandmother had sacrificed his virginity to the one and only Seto Kaiba in an attempt to impregnate him brought on by severe senility. Only problem with that, there was no Seto to impregnate him. Not that he wanted to have Seto’s baby! No, cause that would take a whole lot of time and patience that he didn’t have. Not that he would if he had the time and patience! ‘Cause, he was physically incapable. There wasn’t anyway that Kaiba’s sperm would be able to find an egg anywhere inside him. Not that Kaiba’s sperm would EVER be…inside…him…

It was final! Massive boredom really can cause mental depletion…Really though. He needed something to do. All Joey had done for the tail end of the evening had been wander aimlessly around the fortress the Kaiba family called home. He spent most of his time following the wall line of the second floor. Despite its massive square footage, somehow, Joey felt it was small. Not really small, but, just a few feet short of what he expected. At first he had expected to find some sort of secret door or panel leading to another hallway or passageway, exposing Seto’s sanctuary.

As he’d come to expect from his dealings with maniacal madmen, there were no obvious clues, or even subtle and infuriatingly oblique ones. Just seamless walls, perfectly caulked corners, and unmarred paint. Annoyed by the jingling his own pocket change was making, Joey ripped the coins out of his jeans and viciously launched them at the portrait of his vice. Again, as a sane person would expect, they rolled harmlessly down the hall.

Taking his hand away from his face, Joey stared as some of the coins began sliding across the bamboo hardwood. Why weren’t they all moving? They had all been thrown the same way, from the same hand, at the same smirking pervert. Looking closer, he tried to identify what was going on. Taking a small coin in hand, Joey realized that the only ones that were sliding so circumspectly across the floor were some of the change he had had left over from a business trip through North America, more specifically, Canada.

Why were only the Canadian coins moving? Why not the American? How were they moving? There wasn’t much difference to the coinage, both currencies roughly the same metallurgic compositions. That’s when it hit him! Americans used magnets to identify the Canadian coins! They were magnetic. What did that mean, though? That means that somewhere on the second floor, there was a magnet. Judging by the direction that the coins were pulled, more accurately, a series of magnets.

Joey tossed the coin back into the pile as he moved to try and determine the whereabouts of this magnet. He’d been walking around all night, and hadn’t seen anything suspicious. Needing to arrange his thoughts, he began to pace. Assuming that there were magnets of an extremely potent magnitude on the second floor, where were they? What were they for? It was possible that Kaiba could have managed to create a magnetic lock, but to what purpose? The preliminary specifications Joey had taken as he canvassed the mansion didn’t match with the perimeter dimensions. That would lead him to believe that the magnets were somehow connected to the anomaly. Looking down at his watch, Joey realized that the magnetic field had managed to screw with the time, he wondered why it hadn’t had that effect before.

Of course! This was definitely Kaiba’s work. Mokuba had said that Seto came home at a specific time. The bastard had made an electromagnetic time lock! The electromagnets were programmed to activate at a certain time! YES! Frantically flailing in victory, Joey mentally flipped Seto the bird! Oh yeah! Now, to look for whatever the lock uncovered. If he were Kaiba, the magnets wouldn’t actually open the door, but would reveal the keyhole. How to get the to work, though…that was a problem. The magnet was probably very specific and almost impossible to replicate. Especially with Canadian coins. Returning to the pile of abandoned change, he stared at the Canadian coinage. It looked like the coins almost moved equidistant in three directions. A lamp, a decorative pillar, and a vase. The magnets were probably linked to another system in the mansion, one that disabled security systems. After he found the lock, Joey would need to be aware that there were some security measures that would need to be expedited. Crashing to the ground in a heap, Joey racked his considerable amount of brains and tried to figure out what his next attack was. Think like a Kaiba…hmmm. Hmmm…

Then it clicked! The three magnets were focused around a gaudy and lascivious statue of what appeared to be a scantily clad peasant man kneeling before someone of clearly higher rank. Odd. He hadn’t seen that before. It was stuck in the corner of an obscure alcove. Looking at the engraving, it read ‘Pedigree and Peasantry’ Commissioned by Seto Kaiba. That bastard better not have…oh god he did! That peasant man was clearly the spitting image of one Joey Wheeler! Taking in the facial features of the nobility in the statue, to his irritation, it was practically a clone of Seto! That fucker!

Deep, calming breaths brought Joey back to the task at hand. Clearly, this piece was of significance. Without a way to identify the lock, this was his best bet to find whatever it was that Kaiba was hiding. Skilled hands ran swiftly over the marble, looking for something that might lead to a clue. He stiffened as he felt something out of the ordinary on the peasant version of himself. Ignoring the fact that Kaiba had decided to give his statue an erection, there was something odd in between the statue’s ass crack. Placing a hand firmly on its’ buttocks, he gave a violent shove that gave way to exasperation as he felt the statue give. Really? Is that really what he did? God…Kaiba had issues. By all appearances, Kaiba molested a marble version of himself before going to bed each night. That has to be illegal of something!

Looking at what the statue had revealed, Joey saw a fairly complex keyhole where one would usually have an asshole. In spite of the fact that it was an inanimate version of himself, Joey felt a deep blush begin as he began to explore the hole in an attempt to pick the lock. After several minutes, Joey heard a distinct click. Looking around, he dashed toward a wall section that had given way to a hidden staircase. Finally! A chance to cause some damage!

Racing head first, Joey was greeted with a chrome-encrusted hallway that led to a seemingly innocent door. Taking a few tentative steps forward, he was on high alert for the traps and pitfalls that he was sure Kaiba had set around his bedchambers.

He felt it before he saw it, the vibrations tipping him off, and he just managed to dodge the first volley of what were probably poisoned darts.

Followed by what were weight-activated spikes.

Then there were rotating saw blades.

Several other booby traps activated, each one almost killing him-a series of electrified netting was especially nerve racking.

Finally he had reached the door, if a few pieces of clothing short. He still had his shirt, his pants-save for the better part of the left leg, and one shoe. Reaching for the handle, Joey could barely contain the triumph stirring in his gut.

An emotion that died as he realized there was one last booby trap. Fire surged out of the door panels, and he was just barely able to escape the brunt of it. Before he could beat out the small flames clinging to his shirt and pants, nearly invisible wires snapped around his body and flung him through the door. As he felt himself tied tightly to a soft, yet firm, support, he knew what had happened. His last hope faded as the door closed, bathing the room in darkness.

…Crap…


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Seto Kaiba walked into the mansion with a scowl on his face. First, a board meeting had gone extremely long. Second, he had received an alert saying that the third floor had been breached, and each defense mechanism had registered a negative report on inhibiting the intruder. At least he had managed to capture the bastard.

Storming up to the second floor, he activated the electromagnets with a remote control, disabling the defense system. Swiftly moving toward the statue that revealed itself once the magnetic field reached a certain intensity level, he roughly jammed the rather phallic key in the lock. Long strides quickly moved him toward the staircase and soon he was outside his bedroom and private study door.

The sight that greeted him was not what he was prepared for. Seto was prepared for some sort of spy mangled by the gauntlet that lay before his bedroom. What he saw was Joey Wheeler, virtually untouched-save for some superficial damage to his clothing and possibly very minor burns. Joey was hanging almost limply from the wires, a hauntingly exotic angle to his erotic features. Joey’s head lifted tiredly at the noise his entrance made. Soot covered a portion of his face, most distinctly around his eyes. It almost resembled the kohl the Egyptians used. The black powder perfectly framed piercing amber eyes that practically glowed in the darkness of his room.

A white shirt hung on his lithe frame, burn marks compromising the integrity of the fabric. From the looks of it, the only sure thing keeping the garment intact were the wires bound tightly around the teen. A huge hole revealed his left nipple, and his pants had long since crumpled in a pile of ash-y rags at his feet. Joey’s tight underwear was severed from the elastic band at his waist, divulging a teasing glimpse of hip bone and pubic hair.

“Well, what do we have here? I didn’t think that you were quite so serious about tying yourself up and presenting yourself on a platter.” Arrogantly striding over to his bound captive, Seto made like he was surveying the younger man. “Granted, it’s not actually a platter, but I’ll accept the gesture. It’s the thought that counts after all.”

“Screw you Kaiba! Just cut me down already! I’ve been hanging here for who knows how long! I just want to get some sleep!” Exasperation and desperation rolled off the figure in waves, a deep black obscuring his full view of what was soon to be his first.

Opening a skylight, Seto allowed the moon to reveal what was his by virtue of being rich as fucking hell. “I don’t think that I’m going to do that just yet puppy.”

“Why the fuck not! You can’t keep me here!” Joey struggled briefly at his bindings, the wires tearing into his shirt even more.

“I can, pup, and I will. Fact is, you’re trespassing. Another fact, you keep running away from me whenever we get close to the good part. Well, you’re not going to be running anywhere this time.”

Joey stared in abject horror as the realization that Seto wouldn’t be letting him go set in. The reality of the situation struck him like a stone. Seto was going to take him right here, in this dark room. Granted, taking in the impeccably furnished room lit only by the moon and stars, it was a pretty damn romantic scenario. In fact, it was almost exactly as he pictured his first time. Without him being tied to a mattress, of course.

Despite his show of reluctance, as Kaiba drew audaciously nearer, he felt his body twitch in anticipation. Two strong hands settled on his waist, cool to the touch, but they set his skin on fire. Almost sheepishly, Joey lifted his face to meet his aggressor’s gaze. Predictably, two smoldering sapphires held him fast, seeming to freeze his very breath. Blood that had turned to ice in his veins burst into lava as he felt his entire world begin to spin. He felt indomitable lips settle on his, demanding satisfaction from him. It was all he could do not to burst into flames right then and there. He had never experienced this before, this calm anxiety-this desperate predilection. Joey had never before felt so satiated, so whole.

His musings were cut short as a fiery tongue swiped at his bottom lip, ever so commandingly asking for entrance. Without a second of hesitation, Joey pressed himself firmly against Seto, his mouth welcoming the serpentine embrace. Ignoring the mild pain the wires caused as they bit into his writhing form, he gave himself whole-heartedly into his passions. After what seemed a blistering eternity, he felt those two hands begin to explore his still entrapped body. Sinuous fingers brushed across the still tender flesh of his chest. Pink burn marks rippled out from the nipple, left from the fires that guarded the door. Wincing as he felt those severe fingers grip the marred tissue, Joey forced himself closer to Seto as gently tugging sparked tongues of pain to lap at his nipple.

Seto’s free hand traveled down to what was left of his underwear, palming his erection that had long since forced its way through the torn material. Rubbing the head of his cock, he gently massaged the precum into the sensitive gland. Shivering ferociously, Joey felt his eyes roll back into his head as the sensation began to take their toll on him. Moaning almost silently, Joey compelled his body as near to Seto as his trappings would allow, ignoring the discomfort that laved at his entire body.

Seto smirked proudly at the sensual creature that stood ensnared before him. His wandering hands toured the expanse of exposed skin to his pleasure, divining whimpered sighs of pleasure from his prey. Intensifying the foreplay, he removed his mouth from Joey’s and set himself the task of sample the delicious spectacle that presented itself to him. His thieving tongue stole indulging groans and enamored moans from his captive, lingering briefly at the neck before kissing his way down to the exposed nipple. Suckling the injured area, he smiled to himself as his lover began thrashing at his bonds. Audaciously rubbing his finger up and down the cloth protecting Joey’s inner thighs, he ripped off the offending fabric even as he moved his mouth to his partner’s navel.

Joey began pumping his hips instinctively, delirious with pleasure. The burns, and the prolonged sensation from the wires, had over sensitized his skin; creating a maelstrom of awareness throughout his nervous system. It hardly registered, lost as he was, as his clothing was torn from his body-a near continuous stream of precum dripping between his legs. Tilting his hips backwards, he moaned as a long fingered delved between his spread legs, rubbing across his hidden entrance. Spellbound hands gripped at the invisible wires, desperately trying to anchor their master to reality. Captivated by the bliss coursing through him, Joey felt no pain as that devious finger entered him. He felt it probing, twisting, deeper into his body. Panting, he hung his head in an effort to catch his breath.

Steadily growing waves of pleasure began to break beneath his skin, and he growled lowly as another finger pressed in next to the first. Tilting his hips toward the intrepid duo, he fought for some sort of control. Joey felt his ecstasy multiply even as that control slipped through his searching fingers. A choked wail broke loose as a third finger forced its way into his body. Suddenly, all activity stopped. His chest heaving, Joey lifted his head in an attempt to figure out what was going on. Blinking his eyes rapidly, he fought against the waning pleasure between his legs. Wide-eyed, he watching in rapt amazement as Seto began to strip in front of him. As every inch of that gorgeous alabaster skin was revealed, Joey felt his entire body shiver in want. He felt his mouth slowly salivate as Seto’s erection was revealed, each bob seemingly in slow motion. Finally, time returned to its normal pace, and Joey slumped into Seto’s strong figure as he was finally cut loose. Lovingly placed on the plush mattress, he disinterestedly felt his arms lifted above his head, a cold sensation encircling his wrists.

Seto looked around his room in suspicion; an unfamiliar pair of handcuffs inciting his distrust. Sculpted in the shape of reptilian talons, the silver metal gleamed in the moonlight. Giving into his natural curiosity, he gently secured his lovers wrists to his headboard. Almost positive that Joey was actively participating, he still didn’t want to take any chances. He dragged his tongue up his lover’s body, sucking briefly on a nipple, before continuing on to a surprisingly hairless armpit. Suckling the downy stubble, he moved to the neck and coaxed out a necklace of love bites from the supple skin. Placing himself at Joey’s virgin hole, he pressed in slowly. Joey pressed his head into a pillow, his hands writhing in their constraints. Taking Joey’s chin, Seto brought closed his mouth of Joey’s, providing a distraction to his breaching. Capturing his lover’s moans in his waiting mouth, Seto inched closer, until he was fully seated within Joey Wheeler.

Joey squirmed as he felt Seto push into his body. He had never felt so hot before, sweat slicking his skin. Vaguely recalling the massive girth and length of Kaiba’s cock, he winced at the thought of bearing the brunt of that impressive manhood. Almost surprisingly soon, he felt wiry hair press against his ass. Slowly, he began to gyrate his hips, grinding his throbbing member against the hard planes of Kaiba’s stomach. Crying out as Seto began to move in turn, his fingers scrabbled across Seto’s hard back.

“H-how hard to you want it?” Seto asked in between heavy breaths.

Finally realizing that he was cuffed, Joey quickly found the weak spot in the headboard. With an enormous tug, he snapped the rung and flipped them over. Sitting firmly on Seto’s solid stomach, he replied through gritted teeth. “As hard as you can give it.”

Feeling Seto’s hands grab at his waist, he rose dizzyingly high on that mammoth cock, precum spurting from his own dick. Planting his hands resolutely on Seto’s muscular chest, Joey found his grip as he began to ride his lover. He groaned loudly as their bodies found a rhythm. Grunting in the back of his throat, Seto thrust forcefully into Joey. Crashing down on Seto’s hips, Joey wailed in growing intensity. Meeting Joey’s down thrusts beautifully, Seto drove inexorably into the pliable body sinuously circling above him.

Fighting for breath, Joey stammered, “H-how do you like being on the bottom?”

Smiling through the sweat streaming down his face, he pushed Joey on his back. The motion boring his cock deeper into his partner, he bit back a laugh at the rapturous pleasure on Joey’s face. “Why don’t you tell me?”

Hooking his legs around Seto, he yanked the older teen’s hips closer to him, driving Seto deeper. “Just shut the fuck up.”

Growling deeply, Seto leaned forward. “Gladly.”

Pistoning his hips, Kaiba rapidly brought them both toward paradise. Crying out in pleasure, Joey lifted his handcuffs over Seto’s neck and pulled the other into a searing kiss. His mouth gaping open in a silent scream, Joey clung desperately to Seto as a massive orgasm ripped through his body. Clenching his muscles around Seto, he pulled his partner along with him, moaning at the hot cum filling his body. Seto panted against he ear as a persistent erection nestled within him. “You really are mine this time.”


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So I kinda lied, there wasn't any blood. Also, no one was able to get the answer right. A special shout out goes to Silicate Spider for sheer tenacity, but I still have that yummy fanart for myself. I'll give you guys a chance to redeem yourself though. Soon. For those of you who haven't figured it out, the static was cause by the flames that ultimately caught Joey. And to those of you who say the magnetic lock is too much of a stretch, oh well. I liked it. On an unrelated note, unless I get an overwhelming amount of reviews, something along the lines of 40, this story is gonna take a back burner to some other stuff I've been wanting to get out there. Anyway, hoped you guys liked the lemon! Hope it wasn't a dissappointment after all that build up!