Why

Why

~ Chapter 1 ~

Title: Why - 1/5

Author: Jedi Princess Clarrisani

Rating: NC-17

Pairing(s): Joey/Seto, Duke/Tristan - references to others

Beta(s): Izure, Stalker of Shadows

Spoilers: N/A

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, although if anyone knows where I can buy Joey, Seto or Yami plushies anywhere…

Final world count: 26,979

Summary: Stuck sharing a room on a school trip, Joey helps Seto discover new things about himself that Seto had never considered. Trick is to keep Tristan, Duke, Tea and Ryou from finding out…

Author Note: Written for the Dragons Lair Kink Fest challenge, so you be warned. It came seventh overall, but trust me, the fics entered were all superior works. Also, this is my first Yu-Gi-Oh fan fic...

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Seto Kaiba growled under his breath, blue eyes glaring at the wall across the darkened room. In his mind he considered what he was going to say to the school principal once he returned from this stupid camping trip. How had he managed to be talked into this anyway? Just because the principal had said he needed to spend more time with the class did not mean he had to attend the school trips. Especially considering his roommate.

Seto’s eyes narrowed as he felt the other shift again, Seto setting his jaw as once more limbs draped across him. Couldn’t the school afford to have separate beds for each student? Right now, Seto WANTED to be in a separate bed, or better yet in his OWN bed. Even Mokuba on a restless night was better than the mutt.

Joey muttered something under his breath, words Seto could not make out. The words were followed by an almost giggle that irritated the hell out of Seto. But then, it really wasn’t as bad as another habit Wheeler seemed to have while asleep – drooling. The damned mutt would sink into an almost comatose state, body limp and draped all over, his mouth partially open… and the slobber fest would begin. He really was like a dog at times.

Already Seto had been stuck three nights with Joey; three long nights. It never took Joey long to fall asleep, and while he seemed to sleep like a log, Seto knew that Joey would be wide awake at even the lightest of footfalls outside the door of their room. This led Seto to wonder about the golden-haired teens past, and just what had caused this reflexive action.

Seto was no different. After all his years living with Gozaburo, Seto had learnt that you had to be on your toes at all times. Even at the latest of hours Gozaburo would be demanding, forking out test after test to push Seto’s endurance to the extremes. And Seto had passed. With flying colours at that. But now, even with Gozaburo long gone, Seto still hadn’t lost that survival instinct at waking at the slightest of noises.

Seto growled as Joey muttered incoherently again. Seto had no problem with sharing a bed with a louse like Wheeler. Under normal conditions Seto would have fallen asleep straight away too. If Seto knew where he was, whom he was with and that he trusted them, then he would have no problem sleeping, even with Joey’s doglike sleeping patterns.

The real problem was this: for the past few months Seto had begun to feel… stirring’s toward the golden-haired other. It wasn’t the fact Seto was attracted to a guy, more than the fact WHICH guy. Joey was… the scum of the earth, really. Second rate, loud, abusive, vulgar, overtly passionate, and the greatest of all drama queens. There was little to be found that WAS attractive.

Well, perhaps that was a little harsh. Joey was… well, beautiful. The way the light caught his hair; that faint thoughtful – yet still dopey – smile that would sometimes grace his lips. That perfectly built body. A blind determination that was more attractive than repulsive… Seto had it bad.

Joey muttered again, Seto sighing and reaching back, snagging the spare pillow off the seat beside him. Rolling onto his side, he used it to smack Joey hard in hope of getting the other to shut up, or better yet, head off down the hall in search of his so-called ‘friends’. But then, that in itself was a problem.

Teá was sharing with another of the girls in what the supervising teachers had dubbed a ‘girls only zone’. And it was no secret amongst those who knew them well enough that Devlin and Taylor partook in ‘recreational activities’ before they went to sleep. Seto had managed to get that much out of Joey. As for Yugi – he hadn’t come on the trip. He was back in Domino City helping his grandfather with renovations to their games shop, renovations needed to keep them up with Devlin’s
own little game shop across town.

The fact Yugi hadn’t come was the very reason why Seto was stuck with Joey, as the king of games usually shared with the golden-haired annoyance. Well, at least Joey didn’t snore. And at least Seto had been paired up with someone he knew a little about. A little, but in some ways not enough.

Hitting Joey with the pillow had had little effect, so Seto moved to plan b) and held the pillow over Joey’s face. After a long while Seto realised that the mutt was too dense to realise he was being smothered, so Seto switched to plan c). Setting the pillow back down, Seto shifted his posture and with a firm shove and boot, knocked Joey off the bed and onto the floor with a thud.

"What the…!?"

It had worked.

"Alright, what gives." Golden hair was mused as burning dark amber eyes glared over the edge of the bed. "What ya do THAT for, Moneybags?"

"To stop your insolent babbling, Wheeler." Seto growled, rolling onto his other side and away from the other. "Are you aware how much you talk in your sleep?"

Joey blinked, eyes going wide as he stared at Seto’s back. Seto could feel his gaze, but did not turn, instead enjoying the silence and being alone in the bed. Unfortunately, that silence did not last long. "What was I sayin’?"

Seto’s eyes narrowed in annoyance. "I couldn’t make it out, as it was incomprehensible. But then, that is perfectly normal for you."

"Fuck you."

Seto felt the bed shift as Joey climbed back in, sliding once more between the blankets. Due to the lack of breath on his neck, Seto knew that Joey was facing the other way, and Seto decided that was a good thing. But now he knew Joey’s sleeping patterns, it wouldn’t be long before the blond was sprawled all over him again.

"Kaiba?"

Seto growled softly. "What?"

"I got a question."

"Well ask it already."

"How come you’re not sleepin’?"

"I believe I’ve already answered that."

"You didn’t." The bed shifted as Joey rolled over, Seto now feeling the warm breath on his neck. "Yug and Tris say I talk in my sleep too. Usually every night unless I’m completely pooped. But you haven’t complained before."

Seto glared once more into the darkness, hating the fact that Joey had a point. Despite the mutt’s sleeping style, Seto HAD in fact gotten some sleep the previous nights. But there was a key difference between those nights and this one – earlier that day Seto had seen Joey in nothing but a towel. A low riding towel, and Joey’s hair had still been dripping from his shower as the blond had knelt and gone through his bags looking for some clean clothes.

The image of the almost naked Joey had done it for Seto. There was very little chance he would ever be able to sleep in the same BUILDING with Joey again, let alone the same BED. Seto longed to be back in his own bed, fantasising about that erotic sight, but instead here he was, the source of that image asking why he couldn’t sleep.

"Dinner didn’t agree with me."

"Fair enough." Joey turned away again and onto his back. "Just don’t you go farting, Moneybags. You let one go and you’re sleeping outside, and I don’t give a shit about how much dough you’ve got."

Seto smirked. Okay, so the mutt amused him at times. Shrugging it off, Seto closed his eyes. "Deal."

There was a short pause. "Say what?"

"I believe you heard."

"Yeah, but I’m thinking I heard wrong." The warm breaths came on Seto’s neck again. "I swear you just agreed with me."

"Perhaps I did."

"Damn, you really ARE sick." Seto almost jumped as he felt a hand on his forehead, his breath catching in his throat as he felt a warm tingle spread over the area. He was instantly glad for the darkness as his face warmed. "You want me to find you a doctor or somethin’?"

"Hand off, Wheeler." Seto growled, reaching up and swatting the hand away. As much as he enjoyed Joey’s touch, he did not need to prolong it and give himself away. "Go back to sleep, Mutt."

"Would you stop callin’ me that already!" Joey growled, turning away. "I ain’t no dog, and you ain’t my master, got that?"

It was Seto’s turn to blink. Where had THAT one come from? Seto immediately regained his composure, the cool air of control sliding over his features and into his voice as he spoke again. "Well perhaps you DO need a Master, for you are poorly trained. It surprises me that you are housebroken at all."

"That’s it!" The bed bounced and Seto knew that Joey was facing him again, and the hard grip on the shoulder of his shirt confirmed it, Joey hovering over him with flashing eyes and a snarl. "You listen, Moneybags. I don’t have to take your insults. I don’t know what your problem is, but the last thing I’m gonna take is shit from you, got that? You think I WANTED to share a room with you? So just shut the hell up, okay?"

"Odd, seems to me YOU’RE the one doing all the talking, Wheeler." Seto glared up at him, his blue eyes icy shards. "Now how about letting go of me and going back to sleep."

Joey growled, reluctantly letting go of Seto’s shirt and returning to his own ‘side’ of the bed. For a long while there was silence, Seto sighing and closing his eyes once again. A small smirk began to creep over his lips, although he resisted the chuckle. In the time he had known the blond, he had learnt what buttons to push. True, it didn’t take much, but there was an art to getting an exact reaction, and no one had mastered this skill better than Seto Kaiba had.

"You’re the one who needs retraining."

Seto’s eyes shot open. "What?"

"Look, your highness, we’re not your underlings, especially not me. If you’ve got a problem with Yug, then that’s your problem. Everyone knows you’re just jealous of him."

Seto growled. "Wheeler…"

"Mokuba agrees you’re a self-centred prick, you know." When Seto looked back over his shoulder he found hard dark amber eyes regarding him smugly. "You know what else I know?"

Seto narrowed his eyes. "I believe you’re about to tell me."

"Mm-hm." Joey smirked. "I know you like me."

"And here I was thinking you couldn’t be any more deluded." Seto turned away, glaring at the wall. "I guess I was wrong."

"I’m not the only one who talks in my sleep, Kaiba."

Seto froze. He didn’t… did he? That was impossible. Seto would know if he talked in his sleep because Mokuba would have told him. In fact, as far as Seto was aware he had stopped talking in his sleep years ago because of the fact Gozaburo would record everything that Seto said to use against him later on. So there was no way…

"Save your fairy stories."

"Interesting choice of words there, Rich Boy." Joey prodded Seto in the back. "Ya know, I never picked you as gay. I always figured you’d be the kind to marry a lady to have somethin’ pretty hangin’ off your arm to make ‘em all jealous."

"Go back to sleep, Wheeler."

"Nah-ah." Joey shifted closer, Seto feeling the distance close between them as the breath on his neck became warmer. "I heard you. Clear as a bell. You were moanin’ so I thought something was wrong with ya, then you started whisperin’ my name. Sounded like an interesting dream to me. So what was I doing to ya?"

Seto chose not to answer. Unfortunately, Joey was right. Seto’s dreams were indeed filled with fantasies of the blond, and last night especially had been intense. Seto’s dreams were slightly disturbing, which was why he denied them so much. Filled with leather, whips and chains, it was always Seto who was pinned while Joey dominated him… and Seto enjoyed it. And last night had been stronger still, when Joey had cut him lightly with a blade, rubbing salt and lemon into the wound, all the
while sucking and teasing Seto’s erection – the ultimate mix of pleasure and pain.

Seto was aroused again by the very thoughts of those dreams, and he was surprised that Joey hadn’t noticed the erection the previous night… but then, maybe Joey had, which was why the mutt was now-

Seto’s eyes flew open as something warm, wet and pleasant attached itself to his neck, Seto’s breath catching in his throat as his heart threatened to jump straight from his chest. Trained reflexes kicked in almost instantly as Seto turned, planting a hand against Joey’s chest and pushing the other hard away from him.

"Get away from me, freak!"

"Whatever." Joey shrugged it off, not seeming to care about Seto’s enraged glare as the blond rolled onto his side, facing away from the brunette. Joey sighed, closing his eyes. "You’re the one lettin’ ya chance slip away here, Kaiba. I’m not normally this easy, as Tris, Yami and Mai will tell ya. So don’t expect a second chance."

Seto’s rage vanished almost as quickly as it had appeared, panic replacing it in a rush. Joey had a point, as much as Seto hated to admit it. If Seto wanted the blond, then now was the time to do something about it. On the other hand, by doing something, he would be admitting defeat, and Seto was not one to do such a thing. But if he didn’t… oh screw it.

Seto rolled onto his side, reaching out and catching hold of Joey’s shoulder, the other easily rolling onto his back. Pushing himself up Seto kissed Joey firmly on the lips, silencing the blond before he could make another smart arse comment. Seto felt an arm snake around his shoulders as Joey parted his lips, inviting Seto into a deeper kiss, only Seto hesitated.

It was in that moment of hesitation that Joey gained the upper hand, as next thing Seto knew he was on his back, Joey straddling him from above. Seto gasped at the suddenness of it, this being all Joey needed to deepen the kiss. Seto closed his eyes, secretly enjoying the feeling that he had imagined in his dreams, and he was annoyed when Joey sat back.

"I’ve got a feelin’ you haven’t done this before, Rich Boy." Joey smirked, running a hand through his tousled hair. "So am I right?"

"Look, Wheeler, it doesn’t matter-"

"It does, actually." Joey leant down again, brushing his lips against Seto’s gently, a smile playing across the blonds features. "I need to know, Kaiba. Have ya or haven’t ya?"

Seto glared up at him, his eyes narrowing as he tried to work out just what the blond’s motives were. For a long moment there was silence, Seto sighing heavily as he decided Joey was merely determining which way this would go. "I haven’t."

"Ha!" Joey sniggered, a demonic grin spreading across his face as dark amber eyes burned. "Duke owes me 20. He said you would be the kind to sleep your way up the ladder."

"Is that so." Seto’s eyes drifted toward the door as he growled. ‘Devlin and I will be having a little word in the morning’. "And what did you say, Wheeler?"

"I said you had a habit of surprisin’ us, so you’d be a virgin." Joey reached down to cup Seto’s head in his hands, the blond tossing the other a wink. "Not for much longer, eh?"

Seto growled, glaring up at him. "Just get on with it."

"Mm." Joey placed a soft kiss on Seto’s lips as a trailed a fingertip down Seto’s chest, feeling the skin beneath the thin shirt twitch at the touch. "Not so fast, Kaiba. If you’re a virgin I’ll go easy on ya. Yami taught me that. Not that I was a virgin when he first jumped me." Pressing his lips to Seto’s neck Joey smirked as he felt the shudder of pleasure from the other. "Any requests?"

"One." Seto let out a shaky breath as he felt a sure hand slid beneath his shirt to smooth over the skin of his abdomen. "I can’t let you take me just like that. I refuse to submit so easily."

"Figured as much." Joey slid from the bed and padded across the room, Seto peering through the dark to try and see what the other was doing. "Shirt off, Moneybags."

Seto hesitated, his pride refusing to allow this inferior to order him about, but after a small internal battle lust overcome his ego, Seto pushing himself up and sliding his shirt over his head. He heard the soft appreciating sound that Joey made, and looking through the darkness he could just make out Joey hunting through his bag, his back to Seto. How Joey had seen him take his shirt off Seto didn’t know. Either the blond had good eyesight, or he had just heard the noise.

Light footfalls betrayed the fact Joey had returned, and with a slight shift the blond was once more on the bed. Seto shuddered as he felt a soft kiss planted on his chest, then on his lips as Joey once more slid on top of him.

Nibbling on Seto’s ear for a moment, Joey pressed his lips to it and whispered huskily. "Arms above ya head, Rich Boy."

Seto was slightly surprised at himself when he obeyed reflexively to Joey’s command, and in the dim light he saw Joey take his wrist and begin to bind it with some cord, the other soon following as Joey tied them together. The first sense Seto felt was arousal, the next slight satisfaction at the thought he was getting what he wanted. There was also faint curiosity as to where and why Joey had gotten the cord, but Seto decided to leave that question til the morning.

"I would tie you to the bed head, but the bed heads here are no good." Joey finished the knot, trailing his fingertips down Seto’s arms and planting a kiss on the brunette’s lips. "So you just keep your arms up there. Or else."

Seto smirked at the challenge. "Or else what, Wheeler?"

"You don’t wanna know, Kaiba. Trust me." Joey smiled against Seto’s chest as he nuzzled it, Seto making out those dark amber eyes watching him. "Now you stay put."

The command seemed simple, but soon Seto found it not to be the case. Joey was far more experienced at this than Seto had imagine he would be, as within a short amount of time Seto found himself short of breath as he gasped through his pleasure. And Joey was only kissing, sucking and licking his chest.

Seto’s eyes fell closed as Joey took a nipple in his mouth, sucking and teasing it with the tip of his tongue. The sensations of it all were almost overwhelming, and Seto was fast losing control in a way he had never allowed himself to before. Abruptly that pleasure was broken by severe pain, Seto shying back as the pain began to fade, a soothing tongue smoothing the area that moments ago had been subjected to teeth.

"Wheeler…" Seto growled, opening his eyes to look down toward the other. "You DARE try that again-"

"Shut the fuck up, Kaiba. You liked it." Joey grinned as he held himself up. "Don’t think I don’t know it."

Seto glared at him. "What makes you assume I liked it?"

"You mean you haven’t noticed where my leg is?"

Seto blinked, slowly forcing back the lusty haze of his mind to take in their position. At some point Joey had placed a knee between Seto’s legs, Joey’s thigh rubbing against Seto’s crutch. Letting out a long breath in order to regain some control, Seto met the blond’s eye. "And the significance of that is?"

"It just got a little tighter for you down there, if you know what I mean." Joey sniggered, a half-demonic glint in his eye. "I think you’re a masochist."

Seto’s glare hardened. "I do not get off on pain."

"I think you do, Kaiba." Joey leant upward, nipping Seto’s neck hard and earning a shudder. "I like it both ways myself, and Mai said I’m hot in leather with a whip. What do YOU think?"

The images of Seto’s dreams flashed up in his mind, of Joey in tight leather, whip in hand and hair plastered with sweat from effort. Seto felt his pants tighten again, and gritting his teeth Seto tugged at his bonds.

"No escapin’ me now, Kaiba." Joey slid back, catching hold of Seto’s pants and slowly drawing them down over his hips. "But we’ll save that all for some other time. Don’t have any of it with me."

Seto’s eyes widened. "You HAVE leather!?"

"And a whip. And muzzle too. Plus some other stuff." Joey winked at him through the low light as he continued to painstakingly remove the last of Seto’s clothing. "Don’t believe me, eh?"

"Never picked you as one to be into that sort of thing, that’s all." Would Joey hurry it up already!

"Yeah, well no one picked you for a virgin, Moneybags, but you are." Joey tossed the clothing aside before tugging at his own shirt, tossing it to join Seto’s. "Not many people know about me stuff, and I wanna keep it that way, you know? So no spreadin’ it around."

Seto nodded. "On the condition you don’t let anyone know I was a virgin."

"ARE a virgin, Kaiba. Never said I was gonna screw ya." Joey laughed softly, smoothing Seto’s abdomen with the flat palm of his hand. The hand moved up to hover over Seto’s chest, lingering for a long while. "God, Kaiba, your heart is racin’. Not nervous, are ya?"

Seto growled. "What do YOU think?"

"I’m thinking I’d better hurry it up before ya bite me head off." Joey planted another kiss on Seto’s lips before straddling the other once more and settling himself on Seto’s chest. Tugging at his pants Joey freed himself, looking down into Seto’s eyes. "Suck it."

Seto looked up at him sharply, then down at the surprisingly large object before him. "Are you serious?"

"Unless you wanna STAY a virgin, then suck." The fingers of one of Joey’s hands smoothed through those brunette strands, a gentleness in comparison to the roughness of Joey’s voice. "Choice is yours, Kaiba. Either suck it or I’ll head for the bathroom and finish it off myself." There was a slight pause. "I’m not expecting ya to be able to deep throat it or anything, just suck it."

After another long withering look up at the blond, Seto shifted and drew the head to his lips. Tentatively he brought it in further, experimentally flicking his tongue over it and surprised to find that he liked the taste. Closing his eyes Seto focussed all his attention on Joey’s erection, trying to take as much as he could into his mouth as he explored every inch with his tongue. Seto opened his eyes as he heard a soft moan, and looking up he found Joey with his head arched back in total
submission, the sight almost causing Seto to come then and there.

Closing his eyes again Seto focused on earning as much noise as he could from the blond, relishing every pant, gasp, moan or grunt coming from the teen above him before he felt Joey slide away and out of reach.

"You’re good at that," Joey whispered softly, smiling. "Almost too good."

Seto shrugged as best he could, watching as Joey cast away his pants. Setting himself on his knees by Seto’s feet, Joey looked up to meet Seto’s curious gaze.

"Spread ‘em."

Seto looked down at him for a long moment before reluctantly spreading his legs, Joey not hesitating as the blond shifted so that he knelt between them. Seto watched as Joey reached up and snagged a pillow, Seto arching his hips and allowing Joey to slid the pillow beneath them, Seto spotting the somewhat amused looked on Joey’s face.

"I may be a virgin, Wheeler, but I’m far from ignorant."

"So I see." Joey traced the V of Seto’s neck with a fingertip as he smiled slightly, gazing down into Seto’s eyes. "So who ya been talking too?"

"No one at all." Seto raised an eyebrow. "Why talk when there is a perfectly reliable source of information accessible at the push of a button."

Joey laughed. "The internet? What, so you found Minotaur’s did ya?"

"That I did," Seto purred, smirking. "I assume you have as well."

"Yeah. Tea gave us the link a few months back." Joey shrugged it off. "Yami said there was stuff on it even HE hadn’t thought of."

Seto watched as Joey reached for a tube of lube that the blond had brought over when he had retrieved the cord. "Which Yami tried out on you I take it."

"Nah. He tried them on Yug. Tris and I tried a few, but we haven’t for a while because of Duke."

"I see." Seto narrowed his eyes. "How can Yugi and… Yami…"

"Screw each other? Yeah, I’m still trying to figure that one out for myself." By now Joey had coated his fingers, kissing Seto gently on the lips as he reached down to gently probe Seto’s opening. "I remember Yug saying somethin’ about some sort of labyrinth in their minds where they can talk and touch. I guess they screw each other there."

"Sounds like incest if you ask me."

"I gotta agree with ya on that one." Joey tugged on Seto’s earlobe with his teeth, nuzzling the spot and smiling slightly as he heard Seto’s breathing hitch. Joey would have him moaning yet. "Kinda wish Yami HAD tried ‘em on me, though. Once with him and you never look back."

"Oh really." Seto forced his breathing to remain even as he felt Joey slid a finger inside, Seto feeling incredibly uncomfortable. "And why is that?"

"Relax…" Joey breathed in Seto’s ear as he pushed the finger further inside. He smiled slightly, shrugging. "Let’s just say Yami has a fair bit of skill and experience and leave it at that. Although I must add he’s quite a good teacher."

"I see." Seto fought to keep from moaning or making any sort of sound at all as a second finger was added, Seto now feeling a small amount of pain as Joey slowly thrust them in and out, stretching him carefully. "And exactly how many times have you done it with him?"

"Enough." Joey grinned devilishly as he nipped at Seto’s neck, feeling the other tense and licking the area in silent apology. Although it was most likely that he wasn’t sorry at all. "I’d recommend a night with Yami to anyone. Tris might be good, but Yami? I reckon there’s more than one reason why the guy’s Pharaoh."

Seto knew that Joey was trying to distract him away from what was happening, and Seto tried to force himself to focus on the conversation. There were times Joey’s big mouth had its uses – Joey’s rather skilled mouth… Abruptly Seto let out a gasp as a sharp, hot flush of pleasure shot through him following a deep push inside, Seto unconsciously squeezing his eyes closed as he almost lost his battle to keep from moaning.

"Mm, you liked that Kaiba, admit it."

Seto forced his eyes open as Joey sucked unrelentlessly on his neck, Seto feeling a third finger join the previous two. Seto was finding it becoming increasingly hard to stay focussed, trapped between the realms of pleasure and pain. The feeling of Joey’s fingers within him, teasingly just missing that spot, was almost pure bliss. And yet there was pain, not only from the tightness of the violation, but from Seto’s hardening and weeping erection that had so far gone neglected, and due to
Seto being bound there was nothing he could do about it.

Needing another distraction, Seto fought to control his voice as he spoke again. "You also mentioned Valentine."

"Mai?" Joey smirked, withdrawing his fingers and once more reaching for the lube. "That’s one kinky bitch for ya. What Yami has in experience, Mai has in being creative. I gotta admit there’s nothing like lying back on a bed where one wrong move will get ya hurt on pins or somethin’, and watching her ride ya. In leather, mind you."

Seto swallowed as his eyes watched Joey smooth the lube over his own erection, Seto knowing full well what was coming next. Seto was not one to fear the future, often taking incredible risks despite the odds. But this was one thing he actually felt some fear of. Running it through his mind, he wasn’t sure if it were due to being something so new to him, or if it was because he was allowing Joey to take what little innocence Seto had left.

"Tell ya what’s really hot." Joey kissed the tip of Seto’s nose as Joey settled between Seto’s legs, setting himself for the next step. "Yami and Mai going at it. Only happened once when we had a threesome, but I tell you, I was lying there droolin’ at the sight of ‘em."

"I never saw them as liking one another," Seto forced out, shuddering as Joey trailed a hand over his abdomen.

"Relax, man." Joey placed another kiss on Seto’s lips, smiling and shrugging. "They don’t, actually. Respect each other. Lust after each other. That’s about it. And look, Moneybags, if ya don’t relax it’s gonna hurt like hell, so loosen up already!"

"Easier said than done, Mutt." Seto glared at him, enjoying the feeling of Joey’s warm hands soothingly stroking his body. If it weren’t for the feeling of Joey’s tip pressed against his opening, Seto would have relaxed easily. "And you try being in my situation."

"Have, Kaiba. Long ago." Joey smirked, pushing himself up on his elbows and looking down into Seto’s eyes. "C’mon, Seto. Just relax. I really don’t wanna hurt you. Not this way. Hurt ya by kicking your arse maybe, but not here."

"Like you could kick my arse." The sound of Joey saying his first name had served the purpose that Joey had no doubt been searching for in using it, as Seto found himself more relaxed upon hearing it. It seemed that Joey had sensed it too, Seto’s eyes widening as he felt Joey press up against and pass the tight ring, a sharp, burning pain shooting through him. "Joey…"

"That’s the hard part," Joey kissed him again, tongue smoothing against Seto’s as Seto didn’t fight back, the brunette preoccupied with the lulling pain. Joey eventually drew back from the kiss, moving it to trail over Seto’s neck and shoulder. "Gonna get a bit easier. For you, anyway."

Seto didn’t reply as he felt Joey move further, deeper, inside. Seto had read a lot about this, but he had underestimated the pain… and the overwhelming sensation of completeness. It was almost gratifying in itself simply to have Joey embedded within him, and as Joey slowly pushed further inside, that feeling continued to grow.

"How ya feelin’?"

Seto pondered on the question, finally deciding on an answer becoming of him. "Like if you don’t move soon, I will flip you on your back and take care of it myself."

"That good, eh?" Joey pulled back slightly before gently forcing himself back in. "Tell me if I’m hurtin’ ya."

It did hurt, but Seto’s stubborn pride did not allow him to voice this. Concentrating on slowing his breathing, Seto tried to listen to see if anyone was at the door. Their hard pants seemed exceedingly loud in the otherwise quiet night, and Seto panicked slightly that someone would hear. The last thing he needed was word getting out that he had fucked one of his chief duel monster rivals on a school trip.

Abruptly Seto’s thoughts vanished in a blaze of pure, white light, Seto gasping are as he threw back his head. He deducted that Joey had found the prostate, and as Joey thrust inward again the feeling was double the one previous. Seto clenched his hands into fists, gritting his teeth to keep from crying out as Joey did it again, falling into a steady, gentle yet firm rhythm. Joey rested his elbows on either side of Seto, kissing him from time to time as he continued to thrust, no longer
speaking.

Seto’s erection screamed for physical contact, Seto unable to touch it due to his bound hands and Joey seemed to be deliberately neglecting it. But there was something about this being untouchable that made Seto even harder. And as Joey bit down hard on Seto’s shoulder, Seto swore he got harder again. Yes, he definitely did have a masochistic side that he had never really thought of himself having before. And interestingly enough, Seto was enjoying being dominated by someone he strove to
bring down.

Seto heard a soft moan from Joey, Seto forcing his eyes open to look at the other. Joey had his own eyes squeezed closed, his blond hair plastered to his face and sweat running in rivets down flushed skin. Seto could also see that the sweat ran down Joey’s back, muscles twitching with effort. Turning his head Seto nuzzled Joey, Joey’s dark amber eyes opening and looking toward him. A small smile played across Joey’s lips as he brought one hand to Seto’s face, brushing back Seto’s
own damp hair before Joey kissed him.

Unconsciously Seto brought his legs up to wrap around Joey’s, kissing Joey back and using it as a way of keeping himself focussed. But the corners of Seto’s sight was brightening, and soon Joey broke the kiss, burying his head once more into Seto’s shoulder so he could increase the tempo. Seto was forced to once more bite back a cry as not only did the pleasure increase, but as Joey shifted he bumped against Seto’s erection, sending a burst of fiery bliss through the brunette.

Seto found his back arching off the bed, his bound hands gripping the pillows above his head. The last of Seto’s control slipped as a cry escaped his lips, this seeming to encourage Joey as the blond thrust up harder, Seto gasping harshly in response. Everything seemed to be on fire, Seto throwing back his head as he felt the increasing pressure within abruptly burst, white light flashing over his vision, blinding him.

Seto slowly regained coherency, his lungs aching with effort as he opened his eyes, finding Joey leaning over him, looking down.

"You okay?"

"Why wouldn’t I be?" Seto frowned, something registering in the back of his mind and causing him to meet Joey’s eye sharply. "You didn’t…"

"Nah." Joey chuckled, although Seto could hear the strain in his voice. "Didn’t I tell ya? I got very good control in bed. I could go all night if I wanted to."

"That’s very comforting." Seto growled. "Wheeler, it gives me the impression that I can’t get you off, and I don’t like that at all."

"Kaiba, if anyone can fuck you and not get off, then they’ve got to have EXTREMELY good control. And believe me, it’s no easy feat."

"Well I don’t want you proving yourself to me, Wheeler. All you’re doing is showing what little control I have."

"Not at all." Joey shrugged it off. "You did well for a virgin. Lasted a lot longer than I did the first time I fucked someone. But then, Tris was a virgin too, so it didn’t last long anyway."

Seto’s eyes narrowed. "Taylor? Your first time was with Taylor?"

"Long ago. Back before I really knew Yug or Teá. Back when it was just me and Tris, part of the old gang." Joey kissed Seto softly. "So… you want me to finish it off?"

"I do." Seto raised an eyebrow. "And do it properly this time."

"Fine by me." Joey nodded upward. "Want me to untie ya?"

Seto thought for a long moment, eventually shaking his head. "Leave it be."

"Okay." Joey pushed himself back, sliding his hands down Seto’s body to rest on his hips, Joey setting himself on his knees, a smirk playing across his lips. "Get ready for a poundin’, Kaiba."

Seto opened his mouth to answer when Joey’s grip tightened on his hips, Joey pulling himself out and thrusting back in. Hard. A sharp cry tore from Seto’s throat, Joey shifting his grip and falling into a rhythm. This was far more intense than the previous round, Seto’s sight quickly going blind. He was still hypersensitive from before, and Joey’s roughness doubled the pleasure as Seto’s mind took off, floating in complete euphoria.

Seto couldn’t be sure, but he may have screamed when he came for the second time. What he did know was that he was aware enough to register Joey’s own strangled cry as the blond released within him, the grip on Seto’s hips finally loosening. Seto lay gasping for breath, feeling the other shift and something tug at his arms. A faint sense of loss played through Seto as his arms fell back, free of their bonds as Joey tossed away the cord, yet at the same time Seto was glad for freedom.

Reaching up, Seto wrapped an arm around Joey, drawing the trembling body down on his own. Seto’s other arm curled around Joey’s shoulders, fingers losing themselves within the damp blond strands as Joey buried his face in the crook of Seto’s neck. For a long while they lay, curled in each other’s arms, the afterglow enough to sedate them.

"Joey?"

Joey lifted his head, amber eyes soft and half-lidded with exhaustion and contentment. "Yeah, Seto?"

Seto opened his own eyes, bringing his hand from behind Joey’s head, the back of his hand smoothing one of Joey’s cheeks. When Joey closed his eyes and nuzzled it, a smile played across Seto’s lips. "Promise me one thing."

Joey kissed Seto’s palm. "Yeah?"

"When we get back from this stupid trip, we go to your place and you show me that collection of yours." Seto raised an eyebrow. "And you show me how to use it. Particularly the whip."

Joey snorted, chuckling as he shook his head with amusement. "Deal."

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TBC...