Rent to Own

Author's Note:  This is my first YGO story, so please bear with me. I just love this pairing so much that this just...came out. It's a bit AU, I'm not really trying to make it fit into canon in particular. Also this chapter is kind of long cause of the setup. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

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"Mr. Kaiba?"  The speakerphone's intrusive voice didn't even slow down the tapping of the CEO's keyboard.  "What is it, Cynthia?"  Seto Kaiba grunted to his personal assistant as he continued his coding.

"Sorry to interrupt you, sir, but it's about your regular... 'excursions.'"  The long, graceful fingers stilled.  "What about them?"  Kaiba's eyes narrowed, finally moving their gaze from the monitor to the speakerphone.  Cynthia was his most trusted employee, he knew she knew better than to go into any more details over the phone. 

"Well sir, it seems that recently a more....local.... option has popped up," Cynthia said.  Kaiba could imagine her mouth gnawing on a pen, smirking around it as she spoke.  "Shall I send you the information?" she continued innocently.

"Go ahead," he replied, cutting off the speakerphone and returning his attentions to his computer.  He quickly saved his progress, just in case, and waited for his PA's message to pop up on his screen.  It included a short description, phone number, and...  The young CEO's blue eyes widened as he scrolled down to the attatched photograph.  The face was blurred out, but the subject was clearly a young man, not likely much older or younger than Kaiba himself.  He was completely nude, toned, golden skin leading down to some enticing tanlines at the boy's waist.  Beyond them lay a soft, yet gorgeous, cock that made Seto's mouth unconsciously water.  He swallowed, regaining his composure, and typed a quick instant message to Cynthia.

-You're sure this is legit?-

-I found him through your usual contact, so it would certainly seem so.- Was the quick reply.  Cynthia was almost as fast a typist as her boss.  -He works out of hotels so the likelihood of a setup is low, and it's not like we haven't 'taken care' of those kinds of situations before ;) -

A frown spread over Kaiba's face.  He would have to talk to his PA about using those damn smilies on the office IM system. -Alright.  Set it up then.  The usual time.-

-Aye-aye, sir!-

-Oh, and..... thanks.-  Seto KNEW he could feel his assistant smirking on the other side of the office doors with that one.

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The "appointment" was for 8pm on Saturday.  Kaiba arrived at the hotel (under an assumed name, of course) at noon, had his bodyguards search the place for bugs or cameras, then dismissed them to the second, adjacent room he had also reserved under yet another fake name.  He had to be careful, after all.  If it ever got out that the young CEO of KaibaCorp got his kicks screwing rent boys, who knows how the stockholders would react.  He was even tenser than usual as he opened his laptop, using the extra time to try and get some work done in the meantime.  This was the first time he had indulged in this...activity... within Domino City limits.  Normally he had to go to the bigger cities to get what he needed.

And he DID need it.  Ever since some jovial clients introduced him to the practice on a business trip to Amsterdam, it had become something of an addiction.  The saying was true, money couldn't buy love...but it could buy pretty much everything else.  And besides, Seto didn't have TIME for love, other than his younger brother. 

So basically, this was a perfect setup.  He could get his rocks off without any complications.  The only other things that seemed to relieve his constant stress were his regular verbal spats with that mutt, Joey Wheeler.  Something about the fire in his classmate's eyes when they fought brought Kaiba immense....pleasure.  He wasn't sure how else to put it, and he certainly didn't have time to waste pondering things like Wheeler, of all people.

After a few more hours of work, a room service-delivered dinner, and a quick phone call to Mokuba to check on him, it was nearing 6:30pm.  Enough time for a shower before "J" got there.  The initial was the only name the boy's pimp would offer.  Not that it was unusual - what kind of idiot would turn tricks under their government name? - but something about this particular deal made him uneasy.

The pimp, who according to Cynthia sounded to be a man in his 40s or so, with a gravelly voice that hinted at years of heavy drinking and smoking, had been thrilled to get a call from "Walrus" (the ridiculous pseudonym was Cynthia's idea). Apparently, he was to be J's first customer, but the pimp had  assured Cynthia that the boy was 'experienced' and eager to put his talents to work. They had agreed on the location, times, and rates, when one last question sent the PA to personally confirm with her boss:

"Any requests for what he should wear?"

"Hmm..." Kaiba paused, musing over the possibilities.  "How about..." For some reason, the only thing that came to mind was, "a dog collar." Cynthia grinned and gave a small salute as she relayed the message.

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At 7:45, his bodyguards informed him that "J" and his pimp had arrived at the hotel, and had been escorted to the other room.  Both were found to be clear of any weapons, recording devices, or anything else that might cause trouble.  "Then send him in," Seto replied, taking one last look in the mirror as he hung up his cell phone.  He knew he didn't have to bother looking good, but he got off a bit at the look on the rent boy's face the first time he realized he was going to fuck THE Seto Kaiba, so might as well make it good for them.  He was wearing one of his usual black suits, but the royal blue silk shirt was unbuttoned past his clavicle, his silver necktie hanging loosely around his neck - just in case it would come in handy.  As he looked himself over, he could hear muffled voices outside the door.

"Dad, PLEASE don't make me do this," came a soft, sad voice.  One that sounded vaguely familiar...

"Shut up, boy," the growl of who was obviously the pimp's voice replied.  "This is all you're good for, you little faggot. Better get used to it."

Seto's eyes widened.  J's father was his pimp?  And he thought Gozaburo had been a terrible parent...

"Now go in there and earn your fucking keep, or else!"

After a moment of silence, a knock came to the door.  "Come," Kaiba answered tersely, sitting down on the luxurious red velvet divan that sat opposite the entrance to the suite. The door opened slowly at first, then faster as the guest was apparently shoved in from behind, the door yanked closed behind him. 

Kaiba sat up straight, taking his guest in.  As promised, he was clad in only a pair of torn, loose jeans that hung enticingly from his hips...and a thick, leather collar around his neck with a silver, heart-shaped tag dangling from it. Between the two garments there was nothing but lightly muscled, tanned flesh that Seto couldn't wait to touch.  His gazed moved upward, where a huge mop of golden-blonde hair kept the boy's eyes veiled.  His chest rose and fell heavily, obviously battling heavily with fear. Normally, that just turned Seto on more, but something he couldn't put his finger on was troubling him this time.

"J, isn't it?" he spoke.  "Come closer.  I'm not going to hurt you." (Your father the pimp said that'd cost extra,) he thought ruefully as he beckoned.  Still staring at his feet, the blonde boy slowly, shakily moved forward, closing the gap between them. 

As "J" came closer, Seto noticed the shiny lines of scars lightly marring the otherwise-perfect flesh.  The meaning of the "or else!' he had heard the pimp growl outside the door became clear.  That bastard. Kaiba briefly wondered, if he hadn't gotten himself and Mokuba adopted by a rich man like Gozaburo... could this have been his fate? Or worse yet, Mokuba's?  He quickly shook those thoughts aside. (The hell is wrong with you, Seto? Since when do we give a shit about a whore's feelings?)

"Sit down." He patted the open cushion beside him on the divan.  The boy, shivering, complied, sitting as far as possible as he could from his 'client.'  "Look at me," Seto finally commanded, after a few moments of silence. 

Then suddenly, both parties wish he hadn't.

Azure blue eyes met honey-brown, and both pairs widened in shock.  "Wheeler?!" Seto gasped as he recognized his rival's blushing face.

"K-kaiba?! Oh, fuck...no...."  tears began streaming down the blond's humiliated face as he tried to cover himself with his arms.  "Why did it have to be YOU?!"

Those words stung in ways that Kaiba couldn't quite explain at the moment.  So his feelings went into lockdown, and his mind automatically went into its usual defense protocol against Joey Wheeler: insults.  "You should show some respect, mutt," he said, narrowing his eyes.  "from now until sunrise, I OWN you."

Somehow, a tiny bit of Kaiba felt relieved when that firey spark returned to Joey's previously-heartbroken eyes.  "OWN me? You wish, Moneybags. Never knew you were such a pervert."

"Tough talk from a whore, mutt." his trademark smirk was back on his face, feeling like a pair of comfortable old sneakers.  "I have to admit, I'm amazed even YOU would sink this low.  Or do you just love dick so much that you decided to make it a career path?"

Joey twitched, the fire flaring even hotter in his glare. Even Kaiba could tell he went a little too far that time.  "Fuck you, Kaiba!"

"That's what you came for, isn't it?"

The blonde ignored the retort, shaking in anger.  "this wasn't MY choice, ok?? You know NOTHING about me, NOTHING about ANYONE that isn't a perfectly spoiled little rich boy like yourself!" He stood up, the metal tag of his collar swaying from the movement.  "Yeah, maybe I am a whore," the teen spat, nearly wretching as he said the word "whore," "But at least I'M not the one PAYING random dudes just so they can get laid! You might look down on me, but from where I'M standing, YOU'RE the pathetic one!" the shame and fear was gone now, completely overtaken by rage.  "I shouldn't've been surprised that YOU'D be my first john, you're so inept at making friends that it figures you'd have to pay people to fuck ya, too."

"Mutt, by the end of the night, you'll be wanting to pay ME," Kaiba growled, standing to his full, imposing height. 

Joey's derisive snort was a hot puff against his chest. "Whatever! Hey, don't think you get a discount if you bore me to sleep - the meter's still tickin, got that moneybags?"

That was it.  Kaiba quickly grabbed Joey by the collar and dragged him towards the king-size canopy bed in the next  room, throwing him down onto the mattress with a grunt.

They glared at each other for a moment, both pairs of eyes filled with a burning energy that somehow went beyond hatred, to something far more raw and instinctual.  They might as well have been gearing up for a Duel, the way each boy was sizing the other up.  And in a way, they were.

 "Mutt, you've got a big mouth," Seto sneered, hands dropping to his belt.  "Let's see if you can do anything actually USEFUL with it." The buckle opened, as Seto unfastened his pants, pulling out a large, rapidly-hardening cock.  The brief look of surprise on Joey's face made the millionaire's smirk widen.  "What's wrong, Mutt? You're an incompetent student, a third-rate duelist, and now you're gonna tell me you can't even succeed as a whore?" He gave a condescending 'tsk' as he ran his fingers along his own shaft, stepping forward to bring it closer to his rival's frowning mouth.  Then he glanced down, raising his eyebrows in mild surprise.  "You obviously like what you see, so why not get to it?"

If Joey hadn't already been red-faced with anger, he would've blushed when Kaiba pointed out the tent forming in his jeans.  (What the fuck is wrong with me??) he lamented inwardly, then quickly pushed the thought away.  Sure, this wasn't exactly the way he pictured his first time, but back when he was in a gang the guys always said sex wasn't a big deal.  Fun, but with no real 'deeper meaning' like the BS in the movies.  And besides, the idea of the "great" Seto Kaiba screaming his name wasn't exactly UN-appealing to him, for that matter.  "Alright, rich boy, you're on," he said, pulling himself up to sit on his knees.  Kaiba leaned in, bracing himself on one of the bedposts with one hand, the other guiding his dick towards Joey's waiting mouth. 

(Alright Joey, here goes nothin',) the blonde thought to himself determinedly.  (When you think about it, you've been through way worse than this, with more witnesses around,) The thought was embarrassing, but encouraging nonetheless.  (and besides...Kaiba's pretty hot, for an asshole) 

Joey quickly threw THAT last thought out of his mind like a hot potato, and returned his attention to a different source of heat, right in front of his face.   Tentatively, he gave the head of Seto's cock an experimental lick, using his whole tongue. A slightly salty/sour tang filled his tastebuds, vaguely different from his own taste. He heard Kaiba's breath catch slightly, and that sign gave him that extra burst of courage that he needed.  He brought up his right hand, licked the palm slowly, deliberately, as he stared into Kaiba's transfixed eyes, then wrapped the wet hand around the other boy's shaft.  A hot, wet mouth soon followed, making the rich boy's knees tremble slightly.

(I can't believe he's actually going through with this,) Kaiba thought in awe, gazing down in wonder at the sight of his arch rival slurping away at his erection, eyebrows wrinkled in a concentration that Seto had never seen on the blonde's face outside of organizing his Duel Monsters deck. Joey was breathing heavily through his nose, taking in as much of Seto's cock as he could manage, his slickened hand gently rubbing and squeezing the parts that he couldn't get to with his lips and tongue.  The brunette tried regain some self control by squeezing his eyes shut, but then the wet sounds of Joey's ministrations, along with both boys' hot, panting breaths, just became even louder. He couldn't hold out much longer, and his pride would never forgive him cumming so quickly, to JOEY WHEELER of all people.  "That's enough, mutt," he growled, pushing the blonde away with every ounce of his inhuman self-control. The image of Joey, hair tousled, amber eyes half-lidded, with drool trickling trom his reddened, panting mouth, nearly sent him over the edge anyway.  Then that erotic glimpse was instantly gone, as the blonde snapped out of his trance, quickly scrubbed at his mouth with the back of his hand, and once again glared up at Kaiba.

"Ha!  I knew it.  You can't handle me, " he bragged, sitting back on his knees, arms crossed. 

"I'll show you 'handle,' you little slut," Kaiba snapped, once again grabbing at the collar, then throwing him down onto the mattress,  "Take off your pants, mutt.  Since when do bitches like you need clothes, anyway?"

The "bitch" comment briefly made Joey consider if beating the shit out of Kaiba here would be worth the beatings he would undoubtedly get from both his old man AND Kaiba's bodyguards afterwards.  He choked the feeling back down and started unbuttoning his own fly.  "fine, ya creep.  If you're that desperate for a pity fuck, who am I to keep you waiting?"  He talked big, but in his mind he was actually terrified.  He had fantasized about fucking a guy before - his father's finding his porn stash was the reason this whole disaster happened in the first place - but in reality he had no idea what to do, and he doubted Kaiba was going to make things easy on him. At least his worst fear, that he would be murdered or seriously abused by his first john, was mostly relieved.  Kaiba was an asshole, but he wasn't THAT bad...

He quickly kicked off his jeans and boxers, leaving himself nude but for the collar around his neck.  Even as he glared defiantly at the taller boy, he was hoping to hell that Seto wouldn't notice the marks all over his body.  A cut here, a cigarette burn there... the sad story of Joey's life was all over him, as if it were printed in braille. Even his best friends had no idea the extent of his scars, and now his worst enemy was getting full view.  He kept a strong face, but inside he felt that if an earthquake killed him right here, it might not be so bad.

A blend of lust, and an unfamiliar pang of guilt clawed at Kaiba's reserve as he looked over the blond's body.  (He's gorgeous, just like the picture... but my god....) he shook his head, pushing any sympathetic thoughts away.  He couldn't be weak here.  Never show weakness, that was the strongest lesson his stepfather had ever put into him.  "On your hands and knees, mutt.  Like the bitch in heat you are."  As the grumbling blonde turned to comply, Kaiba started to undress himself, carefully removing his sapphire cufflinks and setting them aside before removing his shirt and folding it neatly

"Look, I know you have to put 8 million buckles on EVERYTHING you wear, but could you hurry it up alread----" Joey turned his head to complain, but was quickly at a loss for words as he caught a glimpse of Kaiba's back.  "Holy shit, you--"

"I didn't make any comments about YOURS, Wheeler, so I'd appreciate it if you kept your yapping mouth shut about mine," Kaiba interrupted angrily.  Normally he paid the whipping scars on his back no heed - every mark on his body was one that Mokuba had been spared.  In that sense, they were badges of honor.  He wasn't like the mongrel in front of him on the bed.  He was NOTHING like him.  He angrily reached for the condoms and lube he had kept set aside on the bedside table.  "Last chance to back out, Mutt," he whispered in Joey's ear as he climbed behind him on the bed.

"Are you that underconfident of your skills that you gotta talk me out of this?"  was the smug reply.

"Stupid mutt," Seto smacked the blonde's ass and was rewarded with a sharp hiss.  "When I'm through with you you're going to stop yapping like a chihuahua and start yowling like an alley cat."  He quickly drizzled some lubricant onto his fingers and roughly pushed one into Joey's entrance.

"Unngh!"  Joey grunted, squirming at the uncomfortable feeling.  (Shit, this is actually happening.  I can't believe this is actually happening.  I'm losing my virginity to Seto fuckin Kaiba). A second finger quickly joined the first, worming its way inside his most private area.  He had done this to himself before in the past, alone, but this was the first time to feel another person's digits inside him.  Somehow, it was a completely different feeling... "Anggh!" his train of thought derailed when a third joined its brethren, and Kaiba began thrusting in and out of him.

"Does it hurt, or does it just feel THAT good?"

"Shut up...and....fuck me...already.... you asshole..." Joey choked out, refusing to admit that the answers to those questions were yes, and...yes.

"That's the plan, Mutt."  Kaiba removed his fingers, smirking when he heard a faint whimper, and wiped them on Wheeler's abandoned jeans.  Like hell was he going to dirty HIS clothing, he thought to himself as he ripped open the condom with his teeth and slid it on.  "Here it comes.  don't worry about screaming, we've got this whole floor to ourselves." Carefully, the brunette positioned himself against the other boy's entrance.

Suddenly, Joey felt something bigger than the fingers pressed up against his puckered hole.  It was hot, slick, andohgodthat'snotgoingtofitthereshitshitshitshit--- "aah!!" he groaned as the head of Kaiba's cock made its way inside of him.

"Relax, you idiot, or you're just going to hurt yourself.  You call yourself a professional?"

Joey buried his face in the blankets, hiding the tears of shame that were pooling in his eyes.  "Didn't I say shut up and fuck me? You got enough money to buy sex, maybe you should save some of it for a hearin' aid next," he said, grunting as Kaiba continued to press his way inside.  His breathing became deeper, slower, as he tried his best to relax.  (Just pretend it's not Kaiba.  Think of the hottest, most desirable person you could have back there instead.  Think of.....) "ahhh shit!"

His mind went blank as Kaiba seated himself fully into Joey's tight virgin ass.

"Fuck, Wheeler..." Kaiba gasped, needing to catch his breath.  "you really ARE tight..." He paused a few more moments, and was rewarded with a slight relief of pressure as Joey relaxed.  "I'm gonna move," he eventually blurted out, not really waiting for an answer.  He pulled out slowly, both hands gripping tightly on either side of the lithe teen's ass, then just as slowly rolled his hips to push back in again.  He could feel Joey shaking under his hands, but he took the lack of smartass comments to mean that he was free to continue.  This time, he moved a little faster, changing the angle a bit, and was rewarded with a deep, gutteral moan muffled through the blankets.  Kaiba smirked.  Looks like he found the mutt's sweet spot.  The next thrust all but confirmed it as the moaning became louder.  "You like that, mutt?  You like my dick ramming deep inside you like that?" Kaiba's husky-voiced dirty talk was left ignored, save for Joey's trembling hips beginning to thrust back against him.  "I thought so.  That's it, just let go and enjoy it like the whore you are."

Incoherent noises that Kaiba couldn't distinguish as angry curses or ecstatic moans rumbled through the mattress as Joey rubbed his face in the sheets desperately, one hand clawing at the bed, the other finally reaching up to stroke his own rock-hard erection.  "Thaaaaat's it, puppy." Seto reached under to clasp his own hand around the smaller boy's.  "Just let go." With that, he quickened his pace, pounding against Joey's prostate with every thrust.  The sounds coming from the blond became even louder, and more clearly pleasurable.

"Oh fuck, god, yes, please Kaiba fuck me harder; fuck me haaardeeeeer..." Joey whimpered, not even believing the words coming out of his own mouth.  He was so ashamed, being treated like an animal, by the LAST person he thought would ever have sex with him, and somehow, for some reason... he was LOVING it.  The shame only seemed to make his cock harder, as it weeped precum over his and Kaiba's intertwined fingers. 

Kaiba was in just as much disbelief as Joey, listening to his gasped encouragement.  Had he truly, finally tamed his loudmouth rival? "You like this, slut?" he grunted, his balls smacking across the back of Joey's thighs in an ever-quickening beat.

"YES!!!" came the answer, in a sob that simultaneously thrilled and disgusted Kaiba. But it was enough to take him over the edge, spilling himself into the condom with a few final jerky thrusts. A few moments later, he felt Joey's cock spurt his own release, and the two collapsed sideways onto the mattress, panting.  Slowly, Kaiba pulled his softening member out of the other boy.

There was a long, awkward silence.  Then, suddenly, Kaiba stood.  "I'm taking a shower, then I'm going to go next door and pay your.... boss," he carefully corrected himself, not wanting Joey to realize that he knew the blonde was being pimped out by his own father.  "Then I'm going home.  The room is paid for, you're free to use it until tomorrow morning.  There's a complimentary breakfast, go ahead and eat before you leave, it's all taken care of."

"Kaiba...."  The blonde propped himself up on his elbows, a worried look over his face.  "You....you're not gonna...." he trailed off.

"...tell anyone?  Don't be stupid, mutt," Kaiba rolled his eyes.  "It's obvious we're at a stalemate."

"Stale-what?" Joey blinked sleepily.

"Stale-MATE.  Sure, I could tell everyone that you're working as a rentboy.  But then, YOU could tell everyone that I FUCK rentboys.  I'm guessing it's safe to say we both want to keep those facts secret."

"Y-yeah...." Joey seemed to relax greatly at that.  "Good point.  Well,  I sure as hell won't say anything."

Seto nodded. Joey Wheeler could be stupid, and he could definitely be annoying, but he wasn't the type to go back on his promises.  "Then we have a deal."

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Later on, when Kaiba arrived next door, the older Wheeler was sleeping on the sofa, under the watch of 2 clearly annoyed bodyguards.  "You're early, Mr. Kaiba," one of them bravely spoke up.  "Is anything wrong?"

"No, Lopez; everything's fine.  Wake the old bastard up for me, will you?" he instructed, placing his briefcase on a nearby table.  The bodyguard looked a bit surprised, but dutifully shook the pimp's shoulder.  "Hey, rise and shine, pops.  The boss wants a word with you."

"Huhh? Wha?"  the man grunted, rubbing his eyes.  Kaiba looked him over coldly.  Other than the now-greying blonde hair, he couldn't see much of a resemblance between the older man and Joey.  Somehow, that thought was a relief. At that moment, Mr. Wheeler turned towards him.  "Who're you?"

From the change in the older man's expression as his vision came into focus, Kaiba knew he didn't have to bother answering.  "I'm here to pay for the.... services you provided me," he explained coldly.

"Yo-you're.... that Kaiba guy from TV!!! Holy shit!!"

"Yes, and if you know who I am, then I'm sure you're aware that were tonight's events to leak to the press, it would be very, VERY easy to make you... disappear."  The CEO smiled as he watched Mr. Wheeler's adam's apple bob nervously.  "I've left your boy the room for the night, you're also free to use this one if you wish.  My associates and I will be leaving shortly.  But before that... I'd like to make another.... reservation."

"G-gladly, Mr. Kaiba!" Mr. Wheeler perked up at that.  "When?"

"How much for the next 3 months?"

At that comment, even Lopez and Johnson, the other bodyguard, gaped at their boss. After several moments of no response other than confused blinking, Kaiba rolled his eyes.  "I'm not used to repeating myself. How much?"

"Um....that depends...How many TIMES in the next 3 months?"

"24/7," Kaiba replied.  "I want you to make sure that J is MINE and mine alone, for the next 3 months.  If you have other clients lined up, cancel them.  I assure you I can make it worth your while."  He opened the briefcase, which he turned towards the older man.  One half held his laptop, the other was completely filled with stacks of cash.

The old man's eyes widened. "3 months is a lot of potential clients to miss out on," he began slowly, trying to concel his greed.

"Will 100,000 dollars do?"

Kaiba thought he'd given the pimp a heart attack for a moment. "one...hundred...thousand?!"

"Under the strict condition that no one other than myself is to be touching him.  If I find out - and believe me, I will - that this agreement has been broken, the money will be forfeit."  He crossed his arms expectantly.

"Y-you have a deal, Mr. Kaiba, sir," Mr. Wheeler sputtered, reaching out to shake his "business partner's" hand.  Kaiba looked at the outstretched arm as if it were a piece of gum stuck to his shoe. 

"Excellent.  Lopez, pay the man.  Unfortunately I make it a habit of only carrying around 50,000 in cash at any given time, and somehow I doubt you accept credit cards, so I presume half up-front, with the other half to be paid later is agreeable with you?"  The look in Kaiba's eyes made it obvious that this wasn't really a question.

"Ye-yes, of course!" it looked like Joey's father was ready to squeal with joy as the bodyguard began placing stacks of money in front of him.

"Good," Kaiba replied, closing the now half-empty briefcase and heading towards the door.  Just as Johnson held it open for him, the young millionaire paused. "Oh, and one more thing."

"A-anything, Mr. Kaiba sir, you name it!"

"I noticed some.... marks on J's body." Without looking, Kaiba could feel the smile draining from the older man's face.  "See to it that they don't multiply.  I've just spent quite a bit of money on that boy, and I don't like my belongings to be damaged."  he turned sharply, staring Mr. Wheeler down.  "Is that understood?"

"Y-yes, it is."

"Good." Kaiba turned, trench coat billowing behind him as he left the hotel room, Lopez and Johnson close behind. As Mr. Wheeler sunk back into the couch, clutching the stacks of money to his chest,  his only son lay naked on the other side of the wall, crying himself to sleep.