Yu-gi-oh

Disclaimer: I don’t own Yugioh, or the characters there in. I just borrowed some of the characters. Rated: NC-17

To Serve and Protect

Chapter 13

Seto got into the car and settled himself on the seat. He waited for Joey to get in too and when he did, pulled him to his side.

“Joey?”

“Yeah, Boss.“ Joey snuggled into Seto’s embrace

“If you ever do anything like that again without warning me first, I’m going to chain you to. . . .something. Do you understand me?”

“Yeah.” Joey unashamedly cuddled Seto. “But if I’d told you what I was doing, you would have tried to stop me.”

Seto rubbed Joey’s shoulder gently. “And I shouldn’t try to keep you from getting yourself killed . . . why?”

“Because. Honda bet on his man. He bet way more than he could afford. Now he can’t make any payments. He’s strapped. In fact he owes a lot of very nasty people a lot of cash he can’t pay. I’ve got my revenge without having to do more than fight a guy I don’t like much anyway. And that goon didn’t have a chance against me. He’s too slow and too stupid. He relies on his strength and speed instead of his brain.”

“I thought you said he’s too slow.”

Joey smirked proudly. “He is. At least compared to me . . . Seto, I’m starving. I’d like to go to a noodle shop I know about. Ok?”

Seto just told Roland to have the driver head for the address, when Joey gave him the address there was a soft grunt. The driver turned at the next corner and headed there.

Joey led Seto into the shop and ordered for them both. He was beginning to rely more on the secondary staff; the men Seto had hired to back him up. Backup was such a strange concept to him that he often forgot they were there.

He ordered Shrimp and Noodles, okonomiaki, and a Special for himself and Beef Slices over Noodles with Sauce for Seto. He got one of the other men to bring the food.

“Seto, we’re getting to be a regular convoy. Your car and that SUV. Quite the production just to go eat noodles.” Joey broke his chop sticks and started eating. Seto followed Joey’s lead and picked at the beef, it was surprisingly good.

“Once we find the Letter Man, I’ll cut down on it a lot. Right now, I . . . well, I’ve got the creeps to tell the truth. Some fuck wad shoots you and the only reason you’re not dead is you’re paranoid. Joey, we got to find that prick.”

Joey stuffed a wad of noodles into his mouth and mumbled around them. “Seto, Honda put out a contract on me, not you. I guess he was afraid that I would come after him, so he tried to get me first. If he’d let well enough alone, I’d have let him slide. I thought I made that clear.”

Seto blinked. He’d been so busy doing what Joey wanted that he really hadn’t listened very well.

“I”ll fry his guts. I’ll cut him into fish bait. I”ll . . .”

“You’ll let me ruin him and make him suffer. I don’t want him dead. I want him powerless and living in a box. I want him at my feet begging. And I’ll have it.”

Seto nodded, if that was what Joey wanted that was what he’d get. He watched in some amusement as Joey inhaled the noodles, then folded the okonomiaki in half and downed it in four bites.

“Look, I’m armed.” Joey gave Seto a questioning look around a mouthful of the special “If anyone tries to take your food, I’ll shoot them, so slow down before you choke. And after you swallow that, will you please tell me why we’re in a noodle shop full of yakuza. Not that the food is bad, but some of the men here are giving you some . . . looks I don’t like. Ok?”

Joey finished eating and held up the tea pot, signaling for a refill.

“Ok . . . we’re here because; one, I like the food. And two, the gossip is good too. I want to find out of Honda gets a loan from someone.” Joey looked around and fixed his stare on a man who started fidgeting. The waiter arrived with fresh tea. “Tell Sayuki that I would like a word with him, please.”

The waiter just nodded and did as he was told. He came back in a few seconds and said softly. “Sayuki-kun says he doesn’t need to come. He knows what you what to know. He’ll make a few calls and then call you on your cell if you’ll give me the number. It’s more that his life is worth to be seen talking to . . . you.”

Joey sat for a second then got up and went to Sayuki. He leaned down and said something to the man with a vicious look on his face that made the man cower into the booth. Joey slid in next to him and took the phone from his hand, spoke for a second, then smirked, got up and came back to Seto.

“I’ll be in the alley for about ten minutes, if I don’t come back, send someone out for me.”

Seto reached out and took Joey’s hand, he pulled away. “Not yet, Seto. If I relax now I’ll never get it back together.”

Seto just nodded and got up. “If you think I’m letting you go into that alley by yourself, you’re crazy. Come on.”

So Seto and Joey went into the alley and found Honda waiting for them.

Joey walked to him and just stood a little too close waiting for him to say something

Honda dropped to his knees and shuffled closer to Joey. He reached for Joey’s fly and whimpered when Joey smacked his hand away

“What do you want? I’ll give you anything. Anything at all. I’ve got to recoup. I’ll give you . . . I’ll make you happy. I’ll please you, like I wanted you to please me. I’ll make it good for you. Just tell me what you want. The old lords have . . . I’m a dead man if I don’t pay Maeda-sama.”

Joey gagged. “If you even think about that I’ll cut out your tongue and fry it. Get up off your knees.”

Honda scooted closer to Joey and managed to get hold of his thighs. He tried again to get Joey to let him touch him. Joey pushed him away again and he sprawled on the alley pavement. He scrambled up again and knelt at Joey’s feet hands clasped together.

“Mercy! . . . Please! . . . I’ll . . . I used to be good at this. All you have to do is tell me what you want. What do you want? You want me to beg? I’m begging. Please . . . let me.”

“Let you blow me? Not a chance in the world. You’ve got nothing I want. I didn’t want you touching me then and I sure don’t want you touching me now. I got what I wanted. I ruined you because you’re too impulsive. You can’t control yourself. You wanted me and tried everything you could to get me. Then you tried to kill me when you thought I might come for revenge. I would have let you go. But you put Seto in danger and I can’t allow that. Get up and disappear. I”m satisfied to see you begging. If you go now, you may . . . may manage to avoid Maeda. Then again maybe not.”

Seto watched all this with an impassive expression even though all he wanted to do was cut off a few pieces of the ass and offer them to Joey on a platter. When Joey stepped back to get away from Honda’s clutching hands, Seto wedged himself between them and subdued Honda with a nasty look.

“Don’t touch him. You want to know what happened to you? You got suckered, by both of us. You can’t recoup because you don’t have access to most of your liquid assets, thanks to me. And you don’t want to anger me because I’ll make sure that your bosses have trouble; thanks to you. Understand?” Honda nodded “Now go.” Seto made a throwing gesture as if he’d played a powerful card, which he had; the billionaire card.

Honda scrambled to his feet and got himself out of the alley before they decided they didn’t feel generous anymore.

“Seto?“

“Yeah?”

“That was way cool. Thanks.” Joey turned and started through the back door to the restaurant

Seto stopped him. “Don’t I get a reward?”

Joey let Seto take him into his arms. It felt so good just to rest against him. Joey nuzzled against Seto’s chin to get him to tip his head. Seto obliged and Joey nibbled at his neck for a moment. Seto leaned into Joey slightly and captured his mouth, gently nipping at his lower lip. The kiss was chaste; for all of three seconds. Seto parted his lips and gently stroked Joey’s lower lip with his tongue. When Joey opened his mouth Seto took advantage of the situation and carefully explored, stroking the roof of Joey’s mouth with his tongue. When Joey replied by moaning softly, Seto broke it off. He didn’t want to scare Joey, he was flinchy enough without Seto going farther than he was comfortable with.

“Hey! Wha’? ‘M not done.” Joey’s protest was fuzzy sounding and plaintive.

“Always leave them wanting more. Don’t remember who said it. But it really holds true here.” Seto gave Joey one of his special smiles, sweet and gentle and slightly amused.

“But . . . Seto. I’m. . . .” Joey stammered

“Not going to have our first real tryst in a damn alley. Joey. . . no.” Seto gently but firmly took Joey’s hands in his. He held them until Joey quit tugging at his clothing, then he kissed his knuckles and led him back inside.

Joey whined a little. “Seto, damnit. You can’t do this to me. I’m . . . oh, fuck.“ Joey swore softly as he realized that he’d almost molested Seto in a back alley. “Seto, I’m sorry. God, if I had a brain I’d be dangerous.”

Seto smirked at Joey. “You have plenty of brains. And you’re very dangerous.”

Joey ducked his head, he knew a compliment when he heard it and it made him feel strange. But good.

“Joey?” Joey sighed and looked at Seto, who smiled again. “I’m in no hurry. Are you?”

“No, not in a hurry. We’ll get wherever we’re going when we get there. Let’s go inside.”

Joey led Seto into the restaurant and they finished the pot of tea like nothing had happened, but the looks they got from other men there were uncomfortable, to say the least.

When they finished the tea, Joey started to pay the check but the waiter, who seemed to know a lot more about what went on it the alley than he should, wouldn’t take the money. He just bowed deeply, said ‘thank you’ and ushered them out by bowing until Joey complained he was getting dizzy.

Back in the car again, Seto settled down and had Joey get him the afghan from the front compartment. Then he spread it out on the seat beside him and held out his arms. Joey shed his jacket and harness without a word and nearly fell into Seto’s comforting embrace.

“Seto, I’m cold. How did you know I’d be cold.”

Seto caressed Joey’s bruised cheek gently. “I just did, . . . does it hurt?”

“What?”

“Your cheek. You’ve got a hell of a bruise.”

“No, . . . I forgot all about it. Seto . . . that . . . Honda. Thank’s for not letting him touch me. He makes my skin crawl.”

“I bet. No one . . . no one messes with what’s mine. Go to sleep.”

Joey settled down and drifted off. Comforted by warm arms around him and the feel of the car rocking him.

~*~

The next few days were spent in recovery for Joey, and Seto. Joey had bruised ribs, in addition to the bruised cheek bone.

Seto’s nerves were as he put it ‘quite frankly shattered.’ He spent most of his time alternating between taking care of Kaiba Corp. and talking to Mokuba and Doctor Higa on the phone. When he wasn’t watching over Joey.

Joey followed the exercise routine the Doctor gave him and drank the supplement that was brought to him every four hours. Seto made him cut down on coffee, which brought on several headaches and a general lethargy, caused by caffeine withdrawal. But Joey stuck with it, he was tired most of the time and knew that he wasn’t going to get any better unless he let down a lot.

He worried that he might be letting down too much and finally would up having a nightmare. When he woke sweating and moaning, he startled to see Seto standing half way across the room throwing rolled up socks at him.

“You awake? Joey. . . .wake up. It’s just a nightmare.”

Joey rolled over and moaned. “Just a . . . fuck, Seto. You have no idea. I can’t . . . “

Seto crawled onto the bed with Joey and cradled his head in his lap. “Then explain it to me. Make me understand.”

Joey tried. He stammered around trying to explain, finally exploding in frustration. “They tied me up. Damnit, Seto you don’t . . . I can’t . . . unless you’ve experienced it for yourself you’ll never understand the complete . . . fucking . . . helpless . . . damnit!” Joey rammed his hands into his hair and started yanking it. “I fucking need a damn hair cut. Shit . . . I . . .“

“Look very nice . . . Joey . . . I don’t know what to say. I really want to understand why you’re so upset about a simple . . . well . . . not simple . . . you said I wouldn’t understand unless I experienced it for myself. Ok . . . show me.”

“Seto, you don’t know what you’re asking. I. . . “ Joey sighed, this was one of the things that was keeping them apart; Seto didn’t trust him. Not that he was untrustworthy, just that Seto didn’t understand things enough.

“You think I don’t trust you. That’s it, isn’t it. Well, I do trust you. Show me why you have nightmares, so that I can understand. If I understand, maybe I can help you somehow.” Seto waited while Joey thought, running his hands through his hair and chewing his lip. “You’re stalling, Wheeler. What’s the hold up? Either you’re in. You want me to understand or I’m not trustworthy enough for you. “ Seto’s tone of voice was decidedly chilly and Joey lost his temper in a dangerously quiet way.

“Ok. I’ll show you. I’ll be back in a few minutes. I need to get some stuff . . . be naked when I get to your rooms. I’ll set up in the audience chamber.”

Seto nodded and left. He went into his quarters and stripped. He put on a yakuta and waited for Joey to come to him. He felt strangely nervous but not really afraid. He knew Joey wouldn’t hurt him.

Joey came into the room with a coil of rope. It was slick looking and about as big as Seto’s little finger. At Joey’s motion, Seto stood up and walked over to him, shedding the yakuta as he went.

“Ok, but there isn’t a table here. Don’t we need one?”

“No. Just lay down.”

Seto knelt on the floor and realized that Joey had put down a yoga mat and he was kneeling in the middle of it. When Joey wrapped the middle of the rope around his neck three times, Seto reached up to touch it. It was silky and Seto realized that it was silk curtain cord left over from setting up the curtains in the library. Joey tied the rope at the back of Seto’s neck in a way that kept it from tightening. He helped Seto to lean back, but when he started to straighten his legs out, Joey told him not to.

Joey pulled the rope from the back of Seto’s neck under his arms between his arms and body. Then he wrapped it around each biceps and crossed each end under his body and back across his chest. Then he tied his ankles to his biceps and wrapped the rope back around his torso again. He wrapped the rope around each leg and arm in figure eights to his waist then tied it. Wrapping it around his hips he tied each wrist to the knee, then finished by tying his knees together, allowing Seto to keep them spread about a foot apart.

Seto felt detached, almost like he was drifting. Joey kept touching him. Checking to see that the knots hadn’t tightened the ropes too much. Making sure that Seto’s circulation wasn’t compromised. He slid his fingers under the ropes bound across Seto’s chest and caught one nipple with a fingernail. Seto sucked in a breath, it felt strangely nice.

“Joey . . . I.”

Joey shushed him “You’re not allowed to talk. They gagged me, but I . . . just hush.”

Seto struggled slightly then calmed himself and waited to see what Joey would do next. But all Joey did was continue to touch Seto, running his hands over the ropes and knots. He felt Seto’s fingers and feet, ran his hands over his thighs up to his groin, then started at the rope around his neck and did it all again. Seto sighed and fell into subspace so suddenly that Joey touched his neck, checking his pulse. Finding that it was steady, regular and calm; he ran a hand over Seto’s forehead and brushed his bangs back from his eyes. Leaning forward he touched his lips to Seto’s then he kissed a little harder and Seto replied by opening his mouth letting Joey explore.

Seto wasn’t afraid, he knew that Joey would never hurt him so he let Joey do what he wanted. Joey teased Seto’s nipples with quick flicks of his fingers then ran his hands down Seto’s ribs to his upper thighs, Seto moaned softly, it felt good and right. Seto wanted Joey to continue what he was doing, but suddenly Joey swore.

“What the fuck am I doing? Oh . . . Seto . . . shit . . . I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. . . .” The sharp rattle of Joey’s knife flicking open startled Seto so much that he gasped. The feel of the back of the knife sliding over his skin was as shocking as a splash of icy water. Joey sliced through the ropes, freeing Seto, then ran out of the room swearing. Seto fumbled, trying to gain his feet, get his brain back on track, and just generally make sense of what had just happened.

He heard Joey’s door slam and a faint sound that had to be Joey slamming something else. Seto drew his legs to his body and tried to rub some sensation back into them. He hadn’t realized that the position would get so uncomfortable so quickly. His hands and feet felt numb and clumsy. He finally managed to get his phone and call Roland

“Joey and I had an argument. He’s headed for the gates or I miss my guess. Stop him. Do not hurt him. But if he gets out of the valley, follow him. You got me?”

“Yes sir. He won’t get away.” Roland called the main gates and told the security there to close them. No one in or out until Mr. Kaiba allowed it.

Seto managed to get dressed and get his head back together. He knew exactly what had happened to him and it didn’t bother him in the least. His exercise in trust had – not exactly backfired; but definitely resulted in something that he was realizing Joey wasn’t ready for. Maybe.

When Seto got to the gate, he was greeted by the sight of half a dozen of his best nursing an assortment of bruises and abrasions that worried him. Joey had obviously been careful not to hurt anyone too much, so what shape was Joey in?

The head security man at the gate told Seto that Joey was locked up inside, in a cell at the back of the guard house.

Seto entered the cell and saw Joey sitting on the floor in a corner. His hands were cuffed behind his back and he had drawn his knees up to his chest, resting his forehead on them he looked the very picture of dejection.

“Well . . . trust you to take off at a dead run. Baka. Stand up when I’m yelling at you. What is wrong with you? You just took off like a . . .” Seto nearly choked at the look Joey gave him. It was so full of grief and shame that Seto wondered for a moment if he’d made a mistake.

“Seto, I’m so sorry. You trusted me and I . . . I couldn’t even keep my hands off. I’m . . . I nearly . . .”

Seto blinked, then realized what Joey was trying to say. “What? Nearly raped me? Don’t think so. I was . . . enjoying myself rather more than I expected to. You can’t rape a willing victim and I don’t remember saying ‘don’t’ or ‘stop’ or ‘no.’ Do you? If you do, you must have dreamed it. Don’t just sit there . . . stand up.”

Joey managed to get to his feet by sliding up the wall. With his hands cuffed behind his back he couldn’t get leverage any other way. He stood, leaning against the wall with his head hanging. Then he straightened up, pulling his shoulders back and leaning his head against the wall. He looked Seto in the eyes and said “Ok, what are you going to do to me? I deserve anything you care to do. You gonna slug me? I’ll take it like a man. Just warn me first so I don’t flinch. You’ll hurt your hand if I duck enough you hit the wall.”

Seto slammed the palms of his hands on the wall on either side of Joey’s head. Then he snarled right in Joey’s face. “Slug you? You’re stupid enough as it is. You’ve already taken one hit too many. You must have gone deaf.”

Joey sighed, “Seto you can’t mean to just let this slide. I’m . . . mmmmmmfffff.”

Seto pinned Joey to the wall by leaning against him and kissed him until he had to stop before he suffocated them both.

He started talking without moving his lips away from Joey’s. “Say stop . . . Say no . . . say don’t. . . and say it now, or don’t say another word until I’m done. Joey . . . I wanted to go a lot slower than this, but you were always the one to rush your fences. You’ve got the patience of a . . . something with no patience at all.”

Seto had been sliding his hands down Joey’s body as he talked. Joey whimpered softly as Seto unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of the belt loops. He tossed it aside and unbuttoned his fly and zipped the zipper down. Joey rolled his head from side to side but didn’t say anything, so Seto went on to slip his hands down Joey’s sides, pushing his pants and shorts down to his knees.

Seto knelt at Joey’s feet and stroked him gently until he responded. Joey let his knees buckle slightly and sighed. “Seto . . . “

“Say no.”

“I can’t.”

“Lock your knee’s idiot. I can’t do this and hold you up too.”

Joey locked his knees and moaned as Seto blew on sensitive flesh and made him forget why he was standing against a wall with his hands cuffed behind him acquiring a very rich, very arrogant, and very orally talented lover.

Seto took Joey into his mouth and ran his tongue over salty hardness. Joey gasped and flinched. Seto moved gently until Joey settled, then he ‘took advantage’ of him. He played Joey like a violin, bringing him to the edge and drawing him back, listening to his sighs and moans. Each sound a clue to his next action. Joey finally broke, “aaahh . . . Seto please . . . I can’t . . . please . . . let me . . . I need. . . .” Joey’s hips bucked once, then again and he exploded. Seto stood up wiping his mouth on his handkerchief.

“I’ll call the guard. Although I’m tempted to take you back to the house just like that.”

Joey eyed Seto languidly never realizing just how erotic he looked with his pants around his knees and bed room eyes.

“Hhhmmm? I . . . what ever you say, Nushi.”

Seto tugged Joey’s clothing back into order and took him by the upper arm. “I am taking you back in cuffs. I don’t want you deciding to bolt again. I’d have to hurt you and I don’t want to do that.”

“Ok if you insist.” Joey was rapidly coming back to himself and wondering exactly what had happened. He couldn’t believe he’d been so lost to himself as to take such advantage of Seto and was still bewildered as to what had just happened.

“Seto? . . . what went on? I’m confused.” Joey sounded so plaintive that Seto had to chuckle.

“You just treated me to a lesson in shibari and I gave you a blow job that should have blown both heads at once. I trusted you with me.”

“Seto I. . . . I’m ashamed of myself. You did trust me, and I betrayed that trust. Even if nothing happened.”

“Well, something did happen. I learned that what you were trying to tell me, I wasn’t listening to.” Seto stuffed Joey into the waiting car. “If you hadn’t kept touching me. Reassuring me. I’d have flipped out. As it was . . . I went somewhere . . . different . . . it was actually quite interesting.” Seto pushed Joey to kneel on the floor at his feet. “I trusted you and you didn’t abuse that trust. The minute you realized that things were getting out of hand you cut me loose. I’m still pissed that you took off before I could get myself together. You move so fast that it’s not quite human.”

“You’re . . . not . . . mad at me?”

“No, and yes. I’m not mad at you for touching me. I liked it very much. But I’m furious as hell that you didn’t return my trust. Not even enough to see if I was mad or not. I’m not sure quite how I feel about that. You’ve got some making up to do.”

Joey sat back on his heels and fiddled with the handcuffs that still secured his hands behind his back. “I’m sorry. I thought it was best if I just got out as fast as I could. I figured you’d be disgusted with me. You see why I have nightmares about that. They tied me too tight and then washed me. The wash made the ropes shrink. I couldn’t feel my hands or feet. The women . . . They kept touching me and they gagged me with a ring gag. By the time they got through pouring saki down my throat, I was so drunk that I couldn’t tell up from down, and I was sick. When they finally got around to untying me, all I could do was puke up my guts and pass out. I was out for hours. I woke up with Mitsuko washing my face.”

Seto gathered Joey into his arms and sighed. “Shit . . . no wonder you have nightmares. Who’s fucking idea was that particular piece of abuse.“

“Honda suggested it to Watanabe-sama. His busu wife liked having ‘pretty boy’ parties.”

“I see why you hated them both. . . h hhhmmm. Um. . . Joey? Just rest now.” Seto took a key from his pocket and removed the handcuffs. He sighed over the red marks on Joey’s wrists and smoothed them with his thumbs. “Joey, I’m sorry. I didn’t think they’d fastened these damn things so tight. Look at this. They’re all red again.”

Joey nearly melted again, the feel of Seto touching him was addictive. “Seto, if you don’t stop that, I’m gonna blow again.”

“You mean I’m going to blow you again. Don’t you?”

“Seto you’re a complete pervert.”

“Yeah, I know.” Seto took another good look at Joey’s wrists. “Let me see that.”

Joey just relaxed and allowed Seto to examine his wrists.

“Why did they fasten these so tightly? I don’t see any reason to be so . . . cruel is the only word I can come up with. I’m firing some assholes tomorrow.”

“Don’t do that. It’s not their fault I’m double jointed.“ Joey didn’t want anyone to lose their job over something so trivial as a chaffed wrist.

Seto gave Joey his bored executive look. “What does the state of your joints have to do with anything?” Seto flipped the ratchet half of the bracelet around, causing the cuff to make a metallic ‘critch’ sound

“Here . . . give me those before you hurt yourself with them.“ Joey was glad to change the subject, the old one was going to be painful for a while and he wanted to examine his scrambled feelings in private before he decided how he felt for sure.

Joey took the handcuffs from Seto and fastened one metal ring around his own wrist. Then he tucked his thumb into the palm of his hand and slid the ring over his hand and off

“Oh. Umm . . . I see . . . I’ve . . .” Seto stammered, very unusual for him, but this had been a night of surprises. And this was the least of them.

“Yeah double jointed. So they take one look at me and, if they know what they’re doing, they cuff me tight. So I don’t slide the cuffs off and do them some bodily harm. Those guys of yours let me slip the cuffs the first time. So now I got to go and apologize to the bunch of them tomorrow. Or rather, later on to day . . . look.”

Seto turned to see the sunrise. He wasn’t as interested in that as he was in how late they could sleep in.

Joey followed Seto to their rooms and started to go into his when Seto suddenly snapped the cuff around his wrist. It wasn’t nearly tight enough to hold him, in fact he had to make a fist to keep it from sliding off. He gave Seto a quizzical look, Seto smirked back. He tugged on the other ring and pointed to his rooms.

“You owe me a forfeit. Come on.”

Joey didn’t object, he figured Seto was going to make him sleep on the floor or something. He wasn’t going to protest, he was still trying to puzzle out what Seto was up to

At Seto’s direction Joey stripped and put on the silk boxers he was given. Seto slid into the soft, cool sheets and eyed Joey who was still standing, waiting for Seto to tell him what to do.

“Get in the bed. It’s getting late. Or early. I’m tired and I want to go to sleep. Come on.”

Seto patted the mattress beside him, Joey slid in beside Seto and lay back waiting for the ‘punch line.’

“Go to sleep, Fool. This is your forfeit.”

“What is?”

“You’ve lost your suite. You’ll be sleeping right here from now on. I’m not letting you go through another night alone.”

Joey sighed and snuggled against Seto, it felt so right. They fit together like they’d been made for each other.

“You’ll be sorry “

Seto snorted. “Yeah? You think so?”

“Uummm-hhumm. I’m a terrible cover hog.”

~*~

Seto woke late that morning and found Joey propped up on one elbow watching him. “Seto? I’m offering to. . . .uuummm” Seto shut Joey up before he could say something stupid. “Ok, that was good.”

“Yeah and don’t you forget it. You offer to leave one more time and I’ll chain you to the bed. See if I don’t.”

Joey smirked, “Someone will find me.”

“So I’ll pay them off. I’m rich, you know.” Seto smirked back, then he gave Joey a look of such naked need that Joey didn’t have the heart to tease him anymore.

“I’ll stay as long as you want me to.” Joey sighed and shoved his hand into his unruly bangs. “I don’t know where this is going but I’m on board for the ride . . . Ok?”

Seto just threw the covers back and grunted as he rolled off the bed. His knees buckled and he nearly fell. “Ow. I’m stiff as a morning hard on.“

Joey, who had been holding him up, nearly dropped him as he started laughing. Seto sat on the edge of the bed and laughed too. They wound up rolling around on the bed howling. Then Seto grabbed a pillow and bopped Joey on the head. Joey retaliated with another pillow and they fought, swatting each other and the head board until one of the pillows ruptured and feathers rushed out in a cascade of white.

“Oh, shit. Man. . . . what a mess. We’re gonna get killed.” Joey started trying to scoop feathers back into the case. Seto caught him and flopped down on his back, pulling Joey onto his chest.

“Joey . . . stop. It doesn’t make any difference. I pay people a lot of money to put up with and clean up messes much worse that a few feathers.” Seto ran his hands up and down Joey’s back in small soothing circles. “They’ve cleaned up after me. Put up with me. Don’t worry about it.”

“But Seto, that’s one of the reasons I don’t understand why you want me.“ Joey relaxed into Seto, his hands on his body felt so nice.

Seto slipped his fingers gently into the hair on the back of Joey’s head. He urged him to snuggle his head into the curve of his neck. “They put up with me, clean up after me, but they don’t love me. Only Mokuba. You know?”

“Yeah, I do know . . . feels nice . . . Seto?”

“Humm?”

“Roll over.” Seto rolled taking Joey with him.

“Nut. How am I supposed to rub your legs if I’m under you? Not that I mind so much but . . . “

Joey got Seto arranged to suit him and spent a few minutes rubbing the soreness out of Seto’s legs. Seto relaxed and sighed in appreciation.

“Thanks. I really would like to get my hands on that man. I’d . . .”

“You’d get yourself killed in about two seconds. He may be an old fart but he’s still a quick draw and carries a .9mm. That piece of crap you carry is a . . .”

“.380 Special. I had it made especially for me. You don’t like it?”

“Fucking piece of shit gas leaker. You . . . got screwed to put it politely. I’ll get you something worth having and see that you know how to use it. Now come on. I want a shower.”

Seto followed Joey to the bathroom and waited while he started the shower and stepped in. Then he followed, easing in behind Joey. They washed each other and messed around, kissing and fondling each other. When they were both clean and cooled off, Seto maneuvered them both out of the shower and into yakuta’s. He wrapped a towel around Joey’s head and rubbed the water out as best he could. Then he made sure Joey saw the spray before he sprayed conditioner on it. Joey grinned at him in the mirror but didn’t say anything.

After combing the solution through Joey’s hair, Seto combed it into silky smoothness and braided it into a short tail. Joey turned around, hooking one hip on the counter ,he gave Seto a serious look.

“Seto. We need to set some ground rules. Everyone here knows what we’re doing. None of them will say anything. Most won’t even think much of it. But . . .”

“What we do stays behind our bedroom doors. I don’t believe in PDA. We’ll have to tell Mokuba. You want to tell Tristan? Who else should know?” Seto bit his lip thinking.

Joey thought too. Seto stepped in between his thighs and they just held each other for a few precious moments.

“Seto. I need to relax for a few more days. I feel so much better. I’d like to have a party . . . if you want.” Joey sighed and touched his forehead to Seto’s, breathing in the smell that was simply his.

You want a party we’ll have one. What’s the theme? Coming out? Don’t hesitate to ask for whatever you want. Don’t be shy. I’m not. If I don’t want to do something, I’ll tell you. Promise. You have to promise too.”

Seto caught Joey’s braid and pulled gently until he tipped his head back. They kissed one last time and parted to get dressed.

~*~

Joey was astonished to find that the mess they’d made had been cleaned up while they were in the shower. He thought back and realized that he’d noticed without paying much attention that his things were kept in order. Laundry done, messes picked up; he felt bad, and foolish. He was getting soft.

He gathered up some clothes and hauled them on, he didn’t bother to look in the mirror as he hurried past or he would have fallen over. He had grabbed up a pair of tight leather pants, the kind with laces in the small of the back and down the thighs. And a bronze silk shirt shot with gold and green highlights. He didn’t bother with shoes or slippers

Seto met him in the hall and frankly stared.

“What? I miss a place when I shaved?”

“No. But I’m really locking you up, I swear.”

“But . . . Seto . . . I promised not to leave. I don’t break a promise any more than you do.”

“Yeah.” Seto gave Joey an appraising appreciative once over. “I guess I’ll just have to get a stick.”

Joey gave Seto a puzzled look. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Seto leered at Joey. “I’ll either have to lock you up or beat others off with a stick. You look like sex on two feet.”

Joey turned red and took a mock swing at Seto who took off down the hall heading for the kitchen. Joey beat Seto to the great hall by sliding down the banister which made Seto laugh. “Wheeler, only you would think of that. Come on I’m hungry.”

“Where are we going I thought we were going to eat on that balcony thing. I like eating there.”

Seto draped one arm over Joey’s shoulders and headed him in the general direction of the kitchen. They thundered in the kitchen like a herd of buffalo and nearly scared Sakura in to burning herself. Joey plucked the pot from her hands and dumped it back on the stove.

Seto smacked him and laughed. “Joey, you’re impossible. You nearly made her burn herself.”

“Me? Who was it banged the door against the wall. Miss sakura. I’m so hungry. Please feed me.” Joey made chibi eyes at the poor woman, completely flustering her.

“Don’t do it. He’ll follow you home and you’ll never get rid of him. I’ll have to come and bring him back.”

Seto wrestled an unresisting Joey into a chair and plunked himself down next to him. They waited as Miss Sakura deftly fried bacon, eggs and potatoes, made tea and coffee and plunked the lot on the table in front of them.

Suddenly Mr. Yukari hurried into the room and bowed low. “Sirs, is my service not to your liking. Did I do something wrong?”

Joey left comforting the man up to Seto. He wasn’t sure what to say

Seto just shook his head. “No, there is nothing wrong with your service, but the trip from the kitchens to my quarters is long and I’m not fond of cold eggs and limp toast. Master Wheeler and I will probably have breakfast in here from now on. I appreciate all your efforts these last few days, you did the best you could. Lunch will be on the terrace as usual and dinner in my quarters is acceptable. Wheeler, if you Bogart that last egg, I’ll thump you.”

“Sure thing, Nushi. Your wish is my command.”

“You’re not a genie, get over yourself.” Seto realized that both Mr. Yukari and Miss Sakura were goggling at them with their eyes as big as saucers.

Seto registered what Joey had been calling him and flushed slightly. Joey just examined the last of the bacon like it contained vital information.

“I”m not . . . I mean you . . . Joey.” Seto’s plaintive whine made Joey turn serious. He looked at Seto ignoring their fascinated audience and leaning over rubbed his cheek against Seto’s.

“Seto, you are my love, owner of my heart, my master. You always have been. It just took us both a while to realize it. Now, finish eating and I’ll see if I can’t find you something fit to shoot.”

Seto pulled away slightly and gazed at Joey with his heart in his eyes. This sudden revelation was slightly more than he could handle, they both needed time to think things out, but time was running out for both of them. Their hormones were making it sink or swim. He thought they were going to learn to swim very quickly.

“Ok, something fit to shoot. What do you have in that rather impressive armory you brought in with you?”

Joey grinned “You don’t want to try to shoot most of what I’ve got. Half of it is semi-auto and the rest is illegal without permits up the wazzoo. I’ve got them, so don’t worry. “ Joey made a face, rubbing his hand up and down Seto’s arm as he thought. Seto just stood passively and enjoyed the caress. They were going to have to work on not being quite so touchy feely in public. But here on the grounds, what they did was their business.

“Sir . . . excuse me. I’m sorry to interrupt you but I need to talk to Master Wheeler.“ Roland turned his gaze away but couldn’t help smiling a bit. They looked so happy together. Whatever had brought about last night’s brawl and blown over like smoke.

Roland straitened his shoulders with a shrug. “Joey, Master Wheeler, wasn’t going to be happy. The boy moving Joey’s belongings into Seto’s quarters had opened the arms chest and freaked out completely. He’d gone to one of the new security men and the result was that all Joey’s fire arms were now in the new armory. Which wasn’t bad but he knew Joey was really particular about his weapons. Roland didn’t blame him so now he had to confess that his armorer had adjusted the sights on one of Joey‘s personal weapons before he realized that they were not part of the arsenal.

“Uumm . . . Master Wheeler, I’m really sorry. There’s been a mixup and your personal weapons were taken to the armory and the armorer adjusted the sights on the 10 gauge before he realized that it doesn’t belong to the complement.”

Joey stretched and sighed. “Well the sights were always fucked up so it don’t make much difference but if he messed with the Berettas I’m gonna flatten him. Where are they? I’ll go collect them. I don’t want them out of my reach.”

Roland froze for a split second. “Berettas?. Not a matched pair of Beretta 93R Automatics. Please tell me I’m not holding on to a . . .”

“Sorry Roland but my Berettas are one set of twenty made and I think they are the only two still mated. If your man has touched them, I’m gonna be really pissed. I got them spot on for me and I really don’t want to have to resight them.”

Seto watched as Roland paled. He wasn’t sure exactly what the problem was but he was willing to bet Joey was going to take it in hand quickly. Joey just sighed and motioned d for Roland to lead the way.

“What is it?”

“Someone took my personal armory into securities armory and your man adjusted the sights on one of my weapons before he realized that it wasn’t part of his stock. If all he did was fiddle with that 10 gage I’m ok, but if he messed with my Berettas I’m gonna be really pissed. And the .357 S&W Four inch. The others are just standard sights and not that much trouble to resight. But I’ll see in a minute.”

Roland led them out of the Donjon and over a small ridge where Seto smiled to see his security head had built a security center that blended in well. It looked like an out building from the same era as the donjon. He knew it was state of the art. Roland wouldn’t have anything less. So there was an armory, a shooting range, and a dojo, along with a small barracks. the building was completely self contained; showers and kitchen, game rooms and theater. No cold vending machine sandwiches and four channel tv for his people.

Joey headed straight for the armory and demanded to see his property immediately. Seto finally got an inventory of what Joey had available. A matched set of Glock .10mm’s, a Smith and Wesson .357 magnum with a four-inch barrel, some piddly browned .380, a sawed off unidentified 10 gauge, a very fine .223 sniper with a laser site, and a beautiful pair of Beretta 93R fully automatic pistols. Seto goggled. The armorer was a grizzled veteran of some twenty years and he handled them like they were babies.

“I only worked on the ten gauge. I’m really sorry about that. When I realized what else was in the case all I did was inventory them and call Roland. These Berettas are sweet. I’d sure like to try them out. Of course I’d never really expect you to let me but . . .”

Joey just smiled at the man. “You can try them if you like. just remember the sights are set for me and they rise like a bitch. You’ll go through a clip in three seconds. I keep them set on full auto. No three shot bursts for me. If I need them I need all their power. I only carried them twice and both times lots of guy bought it. Here.”

Joey reached out and pulled a clip

“Fuck . . . parabellums. You’re . . . strong. Or crazy.”

“Or both.” Joey slid the clip back in place and flicked the safety to check that it was on. “You got a firing range back there?”

“Sure do. You want to fire a few?”

Joey pointed to seto. “Yeah. And I want him to learn to handle something worth shooting.” Joey turned to Roland. “While I’m thinking of it. What were you thinking to let him qualify with that gas leaking piece of shit he’s been carrying?” Roland flushed then paled. Joeys tone of voice was reasonable, but cold as ice and very soft. “You trying to get him killed or are you just suicidal . . . or murderously over confident.” Joey speared Roland with a dagger of icy copper eyes.

“I know, but Mr. Kaiba is very stubborn when he wants to be. I think he had some James Bond fantasy going on. Walther PPK . . . that sort of thing.”

Joey snorted, the 7.65mm was good for close up work, if you were good. But he didn’t want Seto getting that close to something that needed shooting. The .380 was just a glorified .32 with a maximum capacity of a crippled eight rounds.

“Well, with only seven rounds in a Walther . . . and that .380 don’t have the power. Seto, I’m going to set you up with a real .9mm, good for close work, easy to conceal and with enough power to get a good long shot. And I’ll make sure you really qualify. You’re not getting a pass from me.”

Seto groaned, he’d qualified on a firing range and had always suspected that the instructor had been a suck up. Now he was going to find out exactly how he measured up to the best. He had a nasty feeling that he was going to fall short.

Joey entered the firing range first and crowed in delight. Roland managed to look smug without over doing it. He’d designed the facilities himself and was rather proud of them. Joey congratulated him on his design and ordered a full set of targets set up. When this was accomplished Joey asked Roland if he thought he was strong enough to throw him

Roland answered that he didn’t know if he was up to a fight with someone like Joey.

“Naw, I don’t mean a fight. Can you pick me up and throw me?”

Roland considered Joey for a few seconds. “Probably. How high and how far.”

Joey told him as high and far as he could, in any direction. Roland took off his jacket and turned back to Joey. Seto had watched as Joey loaded the Berettas. Pulling back the slides to chamber a round, he tucked them into the holsters and stood easy. Seto felt a cold chill. What the hell was Joey up to now? Seto found out and nearly had a heart attack. Roland scooped Joey up and literally threw him. Joey drew and fired as he fell. They did this four times, with Roland throwing Joey any which way. Finally Roland called a stop.

“Damn Wheeler you’re a lot heavier than you look. I’m done. Let’s go look at the targets.”

When they went to look at the targets, Roland activated the retrieval rails and they waited for the targets to come to them. Roland looked at the silhouettes and sighed. Seto had expected to see one or two hits. But each target had at least four holes in the heart or head. And no strays. Joey was phenomenal, he hadn’t missed once and hadn’t wasted any ammo.

Roland quietly lost his temper. “Wheeler. I’d like to know how you learned to do that. You’ve got twenty rounds in a fully automatic weapon, anyone else would rack off the whole clip. I counted brass and you never fired more than four shots. The amount of practice you had to put in on that is . . . insane. No wonder you can’t keep any weight on. Mr. Kaiba can’t reach that level. It’s unreasonable to expect it.”

Joey smirked and pulled the empty clips, then showed Roland the reserves. His eyes popped and he gulped. The original clips were stock and held twenty rounds each. The reload clips were extended and held thirty each. Joey really believed in over kill.

“I don’t expect Seto to manage my level of skill, but I want him to be able to back me up if he has to. So get him something worth shooting by tomorrow. Ok?”

Roland just nodded and left, headed for the armory.

Joey efficiently stripped one of the reload clips and jacked the shells into the stock clips, reloaded the Berettas, and tucked them into their holsters.

Seto, thinking about guns and practice, suddenly remembered Joey’s party.

As they headed back to the Donjon, Seto questioned Joey about it.

“My party? Yeah. I want to ask Tristan, Yugi, Tea, Serenity, Mokuba, anyone you want to. Oh . . . Mai and Frank.”

“What’s the occasion?”

“My birthday. I’ll be twenty-three. You send those reports like I asked you?”

“I sure did. I got calls from Tris’, Yugi, and Serenity. They all asked me not to tell you they’d called.”

“Why?”

“You’ll see.”

And no matter how Joey coaxed, or whined, or kissed; Seto refused to say another word.

~*~

Nushi Lover, owner, master, god (Joey really, really likes Seto.)

A gas leaker is not only dangerous as you can burn your hand, the slid is sloppy and sometimes won’t auto cock, you lose a lot of power and they are just an all round piece of junk. Not all .380's are bad in fact some are very nice, if all you need is a small caliber for close in work.

The Beretta93R is the only fully automatic pistol available today over-the-counter. And they are sweet. For more info go here http://world.guns.ru/handguns/hg137-e.htm
In case you haven’t realized it yet Joey carries some serious fire power