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Money & love

By: sday
folder Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating: Adult ++
Chapters: 3
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Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Money & love

Seto

I listened to the sounds of his fingers tapping on the keyboard working on his latest work. The faint glow of a cigarette was the only light in the room it was his six one tonight, not a good sign. I leaned against the doorframe watching him and waiting. Suddenly I heard the scrap of his chair on the hardwood floor. I watched as my puppy walked by me snatched up the coat that I brought him and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?"

I demanded.

"To find inspiration."

He snapped back at me.

I watched him go. I refused to agrue with him tonight. I had to get early for work tomorrow not stay home and babysit him. I was moving up in my career, I had no time to help him with his. I hauled ass to our empty bedroom dreading tomorrow. I knew he would return from wherever pissy drunk and ready to pick another fight with me. That's all we've been doing lately, fighting. He won't even let me touch him anymore. I didn't need that shit right now. Why did I allow him to stay with me? Because I was stupid enough to love someone as pathelic as the mutt. I stared at the angry red blare of the alram clock. Three- forty. I was only going to get close to two hours of sleep if I cloesd my eyes now that is.

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Jou

I flicked the butt of my smoke out of the window of Seto's jag. I needed to get out of there. I needed to go see my muse, Yami. My only reason for breathing now. I pulled up and parked on the side of Anuz's bar, got out and headed inside. I checked my watch. He would be getting off soon. The club smelled of stale smoke, body odor and something I couldn't quit put my finger on. I headed for the bar signaling for the barkept. A tanned blonde wearing a pair of hot pants and a bow tie turned to assist me.

"Sup, Jou, what can I get you tonight?"

The egytian asked.

" Get me a beer."

He nodded, turned and got what I asked for.

"Waiting for Yami?"

He asked.

I nodded after taking a sip of my brew. As if on the cue Yami appeared from the dressingroom. He wore a dark wig on his usually spiked tri colored head, he carried a duffle swung over his shoulder and was wearing tighter then tight jeans and boots with dangerous looking heels. I paid Marik and made for Yami's retreating figure.

"Yami."

I called to him once we were out into the warm summer breeze. He turned, muttered something under his breath before his face spread into an uneasy grin.

"Jou, hi."

He managed somewhat stiffly. I moved closer to him reaching out to take his duffle from him.

"Let me get that for ya."

He reluctantly gave it up the bag.

"Need a ride?"

I offered. He nodded and I lead him to my car. I opened sideside for me and watched him slide that cute ass of his inside. I tossed his bag in the back before making my way to the driverside.

"Where to?"

"The sev. I need to get some stuff."

Once we pulled up to the Seven-eleven Yami switched into the place catching the attention of the now very confused cashier. I smiled as the cashier oogled Yami's ass as he bend low to pick up a bag of cheese puffs. He snatched up two bags of puffs, some oreos and a three liter sprite. He then turned to look at me with those eyes of his that clearly said: You gonna pay for this? I went for the knot of cash Seto had graced me with earlier in the week. I broke off a twenty giving it to the cashier. Before I could blink Yami snatched up the change and the bags.

"Thanks daddy." He giggled laying one on my cheek before running off to the car.

I knew I was blushing. When I returned he was waiting with the car running. I was surprised that he hadn't tried to steal it We drove three blocks away to a shabbykingking apartment building. Yami leaned over kissed my cheek and headed out. I went to follow. More then anything I wanted him to invite me up to his apartment. To me this relationship felt more then a client john thing. I followed him up three flights of stairs to his front door.

"Can I-

Before I could finish the sentence I wasd looking at the bare wooden door.
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