Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Engulfed SideStories ❯ Joey ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: Ravenx

Disclaimer: Unfortunately anything dealing with Yu-gi-oh does not belong to me but to a very rich and lucky person. So no suing!
Includes: Yaoi (male/male relationships), vampires (so minor blood scenes), MPREG, maybe more…
Pairings: Seto/Joey
Guide Website: http://www.freewebs.com/enfulfedtrilogy/

General A/N: This is the first of the side stories to the Engulfed Trilogy. You can read these after the Trilogy or before the Trilogy. The song to this fic is Saliva's All Because of You, I kept thinking of it while writing this for some reason and it sounding like it was from Joey's point of view.

THIS STORY CONTAINS YAOI AND ADULT MATERIAL IN PRETTY MUCH EVERY CHAPTER INCLUDING MALE PREGNANCY…SO IF THIS IS NOT YOUR THING OR YOU ARE TOO YOUNG DO NOT GO ANY FURTHER THEN THIS LINE…YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Engulfed Trilogy Side Story
Joey
by Ravenx

All because of you
All because of you

Several boxes are piled up on the shining, hard wood floor of the library. A tall sandy blonde kneels by a large bookshelf, his long fingers carefully moving antique looking books from a box to the shelves. The boy's honey colored eyes glance over the titles that he doesn't know how to read.

Taking a moment to adjust his light blue, short sleeved shirt, the boy looks around the large room. The pale wallpaper can barely be seen over the tall bookshelves. A large, dark green sofa sits in the middle of the room on a giant, intricately designed rug. A small, glass coffee table sits in front of the sofa. The room is bare other than boxes.

Taking a deep breath, the boy continues with his task only stopping again when his box is empty. Standing his bare feet meet the cool floor, taking the now empty box he moves to the other side of the room where he sits the box on the floor next to several empty ones. Bending down he lifts a heavy box, groaning at its weight, and carries it back over to the bookshelf he was filling.

Prying the box open, the boy returns to placing books on the shelves near the floor. The light sound of footsteps in the small outside room of the library gets the boy's attention. Stealing a glance out of the corner of his eye, the boy watches a tall brunette enter the room. Thick black boots hardly make a sound on the wooden floor. Tight black leather pants fit snuggly to long legs, an equally tight black shirt clings to a slightly muscled chest. A long, flowing white trench coat whirls around the lean legs.

The boy takes a deep breath as the brunette takes off the trench coat and lays it on the arm of the sofa before sitting down, resting his boot covered feet on the coffee table. Dark, ice blue eyes never look up from the book held in long fingers.

Forcing his eyes away from the new entry, the boy continues with his work as quietly as possible. His honey colored eyes taking quick peaks to the sofa every once in a while. A book slips from his fingers, hitting the hard floor with a thud. Rolling his eyes at himself, the boy picks it up quickly.

“If you paid attention to your work and not me that wouldn't happen, mutt.” A sharp voice cuts through the silence of the room causing the sandy blonde to jump slightly.

“Sorry, sir.”

“I take it you know who I am.” More of a sentence than a question, blue eyes never looking up from the book.

“Yes, sir. A Majestic.” The boy's voice is barely above a whisper.

“What's your name, mutt?”

“Joey, sir.”

“How long have you been here?”

“Two weeks.”

“Two weeks, what, mutt?”

“Two weeks, sir.” Joey's knuckles turn white from his firm grip on a book.

“That's better. You've been here for two weeks and they already trust you alone?”

“Yes, sir.”

The room returns to silence as the brunette continues reading and Joey keeps placing books on the shelf. When the box of books becomes empty, Joey silently stands and carries it back across the room and retrieves another full box. He swallows hard as he feels ice blue eyes following his every move. Once he is back on his knees in front of the bookshelves he closes his eyes to try and calm himself.

“How old are you, mutt?”

“Nineteen, sir.”

The tall brunette sits his book down on the cushion next to him, turning slightly in his seat to get a better look at the boy kneeling on the floor. His blue eyes running over the low cut, tight, dark blue jeans and form-fitting light blue, short sleeved shirt covering the boy. Feeling the brunette's eyes on him, Joey drops another book.

“If you can't do this job maybe I should inform them you should be somewhere else, mutt. Like say the ballroom in a couple hours. You look like you have sweet blood.”

“No!” Joey turns around on the floor, his honey eyes wide with concern.

“You don't tell me what to do, mutt.”

“Sorry, sir, but please I could do this if you'd…”

“If I what, mutt?”

“If…”

“If what, mutt?”

“If you stop looking at me and calling me mutt! I have a name!” Joey yells.

Within a second, Joey is up against the bookshelf, his feet dangling off the floor. Ice blue eyes swirl with silver just inches from his face. Strong fingers fist in the shoulders of his shirt.

“I will do as I want, call you as I want because you are nothing. If you ever talk back to me, I will kill you. Do you understand me, mutt?” The brunette growls.

“I have a name!” Joey says through clenched teeth.

“You're as stupid as you look, mutt.” The last word is hissed out.

“You know what, just do what you want with me. I don't care. At least if I'm dead I won't have to see your face again!” Joey's hands are locked around the brunette's wrist.

Honey colored eyes widen at the smirk that appears across the handsome face of the Majestic. Silver disappears from blue, the strong hands release their hold on the white shirt causing Joey to almost fall over.

“You have guts, mutt. I might just let you live…at least for another day.”

Smirking, the brunette turns toward the sofa. Grabbing his book and trench coat, he moves out the door leaving Joey once again alone in the large room. Taking a deep breath, Joey finally calms down enough to continue with his work. His eyes continue to look over his shoulder every once in a while.

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Something's wrong with me,
Cause I can't even feel you now
Or know that this is real.
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̶ 0;I love this mansion.” Dark purple eyes look around the white room.

“It is nice. And in almost perfect condition.” A tale pale blonde sits in a chair at a large table, next to the purple-eyed boy.

“Yes but these white walls are going to have to go.”

“Becoming a decorator, Yami?”

“No. I just can't stand plain walls.”

“Well, don't worry, someone should be in here in a minute to start painting.”

“Good.” Yami's dark purple eyes look up as a tall brunette comes into the room. “How is everything, Seto?”

“Fine.” Seto sits down beside the tall tri-colored haired boy, facing the pale blonde. “You?”

“Bored.”

“You're always bored, Marik.” Yami eyes the pale blonde. “How is the rest of the mansion coming along?”

“Good. We have several Created and human slaves working around the clock to make it livable.” Seto answers as he runs a long fingered hand through his thick brown hair.

“Where's Bakura?” Marik's pale violet eyes look around the dining room.

“Probably in his room. He doesn't want anyone messing with it so he is doing all the painting.” Yami rolls his eyes.

“Every time I see him, he is covered in black paint.” Seto chuckles.

“On no, he isn't really painting his room black, is he?”

“Knowing Bakura, yes.” Marik smirks.

The three turn toward the entrance into the room as two humans enter, both keep their heads down. Ice blue eyes follow the sandy blonde as he follows the other human to the wall opposite the end of the table that Yami sits at. Quietly they sit down the cans of paint they carry along with several brushes.

“What color did we decide to paint in here?” Yami turns his attention back to a large roll of paper in front of him.

“Sky blue, I think.” Marik folds his arms on the table, resting his head on them.

Seto leans back in his chair, his eyes watching every move the sandy blonde makes. Taking a large brush, Joey covers the hairs with the pale blue and turns to the wall. Keeping his strokes nice and even, he can't help but swallow hard as he feels the ice blue eyes on him. Glancing to his left he watches as the other human, a much shorter boy with teal colored hair, starts painting lower on the wall.

“Come on, you two. We need to look at the basement, decide what we're doing with it.” Yami stands, rolling up the large paper in front of him and moving toward the door.

“Coming, Seto?” Marik calls as he follows the tall tri-colored boy.

“No. I'll meet you two later.”

“Okay.” The two other boys disappear out the room.

Standing up, Seto moves over to the two humans. A long fingered hand reaches out and pushes the shorter boy's face into the sky blue paint on the wall. The small boy yelps, his glasses tilting at an odd angle across his nose. Joey stops his strokes, looking out the corner of his eye he takes a sharp intake of breath.

“Go away.” Seto hisses as he pushes the smaller boy away from the wall and to the door.

“Y…yes…si…sir.” Taking his brush with him, the small boy runs out the door.

“You owe me for talking back to me yesterday.” Seto looks around the room. “I think you can start by painting this room by yourself.”

“By myself! But…” Joey's wide honey eyes look over at Seto.

“Are you talking back to me again, mutt?”

“No, sir.” Joey lowers his head.

“Then start working, mutt. I'll be back in a couple hours to make sure you didn't miss any spots.” Seto smirks, turning he walks out the door.

“I hate that guy.” Joey hisses as he looks around. “Man, this is going to be fun.” Rolling his eyes, he turns back around and continues painting.

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Am I too blind to see that there's something there behind your eyes
And it's bringing me to my knees
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̶ 0;Done yet, mutt?” Seto steps down the couple of stairs into the large dining room just as Joey finishes with the final wall.

“Yes, sir.” Joey turns around to look at the tall vampire.

Seto's ice blue eyes look around for any imperfections, finding none he trains his eyes on the boy. He can't stop himself from smirking at the state the boy is in. The tight, light blue jeans and gray, short sleeved shirt are blotched with sky blue paint. On the tip of his nose and on his right cheek are a couple of smears.

“I don't know if you got more on the walls or yourself, mutt.” Seto smirks as he walks around the room to get a closer look. “Well, I don't see anything wrong.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“But that doesn't mean that there isn't.” Stopping in front of the sandy blonde, Seto reaches out and smears the wet paint behind Joey causing streaks to form. “Looks like you did miss a spot, mutt.” Seto wipes the wet paint on to the front of Joey's gray shirt.

“Wh…” Joey's wide eyes look at the messed up wall and then back to Seto. “What did you do that for? I've been at this for hours, you creep.” Without thinking Joey raises his hand, the brush runs across the front of Seto's dark blue, long sleeved shirt leaving behind a trail of sky blue paint.

“Why you little mutt!” Seto growls as he shoves Joey back against the wall. “You'll pay for that.”

“Why are you picking on me and no one else? I was already captured and dragged in here, can't you just leave me alone!” Joey shoves the tall brunette away from him, dropping the brush on the wooden floor.

“How dare you!” Seto launches at the sandy blonde, knocking them both to the floor.

The two roll around, each trying to get on top. Seto finally uses his full strength and pins the human down. The tall brunette lays with his lower half between Joey's spread legs, his hands taking a firm hold of the thin wrist below him. His ice blue eyes swirl with silver, his face just inches from the other boy's.

“Ouch! You're hurting me! Get off!” Joey struggles under the tall Majestic.

“I should kill you.” Seto hisses.

“Either do it or get off!”

“You do have guts, mutt. I think I know the perfect place for you.” Seto cocks his head to the side, staring down at the fighting boy.

“What?” Joey stares surprisingly up at the brunette, his body going still.

“You're going to become my personal slave.”

“Wh…Why?”

“Because I said so, mutt.”

“Don't call me that!”

“I'll call you whatever I wish to, mutt. You belong to me now.” Seto smirks as he gets up, dragging Joey to his feet with him.

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All I want is you and I don't care
All I want is you and I don't care
Cause all I do is wait in, wondering and hoping, that we'll survive it.
I know that all this is true.
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Joey is thrown into a room, landing on the floor he looks around him to find nothing but a large blue and silver striped covered four poster bed in the middle of the white room. Plush silver carpet slides between his toes as he stands up.

“Where is this?” Honey colored eyes turn to look behind him at the tall brunette.

“My room.” Seto closes the door as he steps further into the room.

“Why am I here?”

“As I said before, you are now my personal slave. Therefore, you will stay here.”

“Where is here anyway?”

“The passage we used is a secret. Only us Majestics know it. If you tell anyone, I'll kill you. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.” Joey rolls his eyes as he turns back around.

“I'll let that slip. But actually I don't like sir anymore. Let's try master.” Seto smirks as the sandy blonde whips around.

“What?”

“Call me master from now on.”

“No way am I…” Joey is cut off as Seto slams him against the wall next to the door.

“You will do as I say or else. I will not put up with a personal slave that doesn't know how to follow orders.” Seto growls, his fingers tightening around Joey's throat slightly.

“Yes…master.” Joey grunts.

“Good.” Smirking, Seto release Joey from his grip. “Now, as my personal slave you will do only as I tell you. You will be living here with me unless you piss me off, then you will sleep on the floor in the hall.”

“You've got to be kidding.”

“I don't kid. You will get some clothes to bring down here, fold them and put them in the floor of the closet.” Seto opens a door to the right of Joey. “And since you did such a great job painting the dinning room, you can do this room.” Pulling out several cans of paint, Seto sets them by the door.

“Now?”

“Yes, now. Get going. I want this room painted by tonight. And make sure you don't make a mess. The carpet was just put in the other day.”

“But I thought no one knew where this hall was.”

“No one still able to talk knows. Now go.”

“Fine.” Joey tries to open the door only to have a large hand hold it closed.

“That's not how you should talk to your master.”

“You aren't my…”

“Do you really want to finish that sentence?” Seto presses his chest against the sandy blonde's back.

“No.” Joey whispers.

“No, what?”

“No, master.”

“Good, mutt. Now go do as you're told.” Stepping back, Seto watches as the boy hurriedly opens the door and practically runs down the hall.

“Who the hell is that?”

Seto looks across the hall to see a tall white haired boy, dark brown eyes watching the direction Joey ran.

“My personal slave.” The tall brunette steps out into the hall.

“Do you really need one?” Lifting an eyebrow the other boy opens the door in front of him.

“Do I need someone to do everything I say? To cower at my feet? To call me master? I think so.”

“You think so what?” Yami walks toward them with Marik right next to him.

“That I need a personal slave.” Seto crosses his arms over his chest.

“I think its pointless.” The white haired boy steps into his room, keeping his hand on his door knob.

“Bakura, you did not put that over your bed.” Yami points into the black room. Over the large four poster bed in red are Egyptian hieroglyphics.

“What's wrong with it?”

“You have the word `blood' painted over your bed. What's right about it?” Marik looks at the white haired Majestic as if something was on top of his head.

“I can do what I wish with my room. So back off.” Bakura slams the door closed behind him.

“Well, isn't he just the friendliest vampire in the world.” Marik rolls his eyes as his attention focuses on Seto. “Now what is this about you needing a personal slave?”

“One of the humans that was painting the dining room earlier, I've taken him as my personal slave.”

“Not the short, bug looking one?” Marik wrinkles up his nose.

“No. The tall sandy blonde.”

“He is new, right?” Yami turns down the hall, the others following.

“Yes. He has only been here two weeks.”

“I'm surprised you would want someone in your personal space.” Yami opens a door that leads to his bedroom, the walls are white and only a large four poster bed sits in the middle of the room.

“There is something about him, I don't what it is but…I don't think I'll mind.” Seto leans against the frame of the now closed door.

“You're not saying you have the hots for a slave, are you?” Marik questions.

“Don't be ridiculous, of course not.”

“Whatever you say, Seto.” Yami smiles.

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All because of you.
All because of you.
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̶ 0;Paint my room, don't get messy. Call me master. Since when am I a dog? I think being dead would be better than calling him my master. Who does he think he is anyway? Okay so he is a Majestic, one of the most feared vampires in the universe. But still, I am not his dog. So what if he happens to be the hottest guy I've ever seen. Oh, man, what am I thinking that for? He is my enemy, not a possible date. He isn't hot, he doesn't have the greatest deep blue eyes in the world. He is mean, a complete ass. Thinking he is all that. I don't think so.” Joey mumbles under his breath as he puts away the empty paint cans.

“Looks good to me.” Honey brown looks around at the dark blue walls. “Probably won't be perfect enough for him.”

“Why do you think that?” Seto smirks as Joey jumps around.

“Cause the dining room wasn't good enough.”

“I believe this isn't that bad. I guess I can live with it.” Seto moves into the room, his icy blue eyes looking over the walls.

“Good.”

“I'd watch what you say. I can always find some flaw for you to redo it.”

“Sorry.”

“Sorry?”

“Sorry, master.” Joey rolls his eyes behind the tall brunette's back.

“We had best get some sleep, especially you. The sofa is going to be done tomorrow and you'll have to bring it up here.”

“A sofa? All by myself?”

“I'll let another slave help you with it to the library but after that you have to get it in here.”

“You can't be serious! How big is it?”

“It doesn't matter, you will do as your master says.”

“But…”

“Enough. Its late and I'm tired. You are allowed to sleep in my bed. Stay on your side and don't hog the covers.”

“Gee thanks.” Joey crosses his arms over his chest.

“You can always sleep on the floor if you prefer, mutt.” Seto turns to look at the sandy blonde.

“No! The bed is good.”

“Then get changed.” Seto opens the closet and grabs some clothes from a shelve on the right, turning back around he walks across the room to another door. “Put those clothes in the bottom of the closet.”

“Okay.” Joey watches Seto disappear behind the other door, already knowing it to lead to the bathroom from cleaning up the paint on him a while ago.

Walking to the open closet door, Joey bends down and retrieves a pair of gray cotton pants and a white short sleeved shirt. Glancing at the bathroom door, the sandy blonde quickly removes his jeans and shirt and dresses into his nightclothes. He throws the paint-covered clothes in the floor of the closet and closes the door. With another glance at the bathroom, Joey moves toward the bed. His shaky hands pulling down the blue and silver striped comforter and dark blue silk sheet, he begins to crawl into bed but stops.

“Maybe I should wait?” Joey mumbles.

“You may get in, mutt.” Joey looks up to see Seto in the doorway of the bathroom, black silk pants hang loosely on his hips, a white tank top clings to his chest.

Joey just stares as Seto moves over to the bed and gets in. Pulling the covers up to his hips, Seto looks at the sandy blonde still standing beside the bed.

“You have my permission to get into bed, mutt. But turn the lights out first and be quiet.” Seto rolls over to his side, facing away from Joey.

Joey shakes his head to get his thoughts together while he moves toward the door, flipping off the lights he turns back around. Still making out the slight lump in the bed of the Majestic, he silently crawls under the covers making sure he doesn't get to close. Watching the back of the brunette's head, Joey feels sleep claiming him.

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Something's wrong with you,
The walls you build around you now,
Seem to fit you like a glove.
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̶ 0;Oh, this could so be easier.” Joey grunts as he pushes a large dark blue sofa down the hallway leading to the Majestics' rooms. “His room has to be at the end of the hall, couldn't be the first one. Nope.”

Joey stops for a moment, looking around the empty hallway he sees that he hasn't even pushed the sofa halfway to Seto's room yet. Leaning against one of the large arms he brushes his forehead with the bottom of his dark green tank top, wiping the sweat away. Taking a deep breath, the sandy blonde straightens up before bending back down and pushing against the sofa.

Slowly the large piece of furniture moves across the wooden floor. Joey's grunting vibrates off the walls as he continues down the long corridor.

“I can't believe he is making me do this by myself. I barely got it through to in here, how am I going to get in the room?” The sandy blonde keeps mumbling as he pushes. “This is so unf…” Suddenly Joey's bare feet slip on the floor and he falls face first. “I so hate that guy.” He speaks into the floor.

“Are you okay?” A voice calls from behind him.

“Yeah, just peachy.” Joey mumbles as he gets to his feet again.

Turning around, the sandy blonde finds a boy coming down the hall toward him. A thick mane of wild black hair frames a smiling face, dark violet eyes looking Joey over with concern. The boy comes up to just under Joey's chin, his black jeans and dark blue short, sleeved shirt a contrast to his white tennis shoes.

“Really, are you okay? That looked like a nasty fall.”

“Yeah, I'm fine. Just slipped.” Joey smiles down at the small boy.

“Why are you pushing this enormous sofa all by yourself, anyway?”

“Orders.” Joey rolls his eyes before holding out his hand. “I'm Joey.”

“Hey, I'm Mokuba.” The small black haired boy takes the other's hand and shakes it. “Why don't I help you?”

“Well, I'm not suppose to have any help but what he doesn't know won't hurt him so sure.”

“You take this end, I'll take the other end.” Mokuba moves around to the other arm of the sofa. “Where we going with it?”

“Last room on the right.” Joey picks up his end as the other boy grins and does the same with his end. “What?”

“Nothing. So…umm…I didn't think anyone knew about this hall but certain people.”

“Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing. But I'm the personal slave to one of the Majestics. What about you? You're not having to serve one of them are you?”

“No, I don't. I didn't know the Majestic had personal slaves.” Mokuba turns as he gets to the open door at the end of the hall.

“The others don't just the one that I belong to.” Joey rolls his eyes as he tilts his end like the black haired boy does, maneuvering it to slip in between the frame of the door.

“I take it you don't like him?” Mokuba questions, his dark violet eyes shining.

“Nope. He is a complete asshole. Its all, do this and do that. Don't disobey your master, mutt.” Shaking his head the sandy blonde motions toward the wall to the right of the door. “He wants it there.”

The two turn a circle so that the back is up against the newly painted wall. Sitting it down, Joey wipes his forehead with the back of his hand.

“Thanks a lot, Mokuba. It would have taken me forever to get it in here.”

“No problem. Do you think your master will approve?” Mokuba covers his grinning lips with a hand.

“Probably not. He will probably say it isn't in the right place or even the right sofa. Then he'll blame it on me, threaten me, and tell me to get it right or else.” Joey leans against the side of the sofa.

“Sounds like him.”

“You know the Majestic I work for?”

“First, you don't work for me, you belong to me. Second, what are you doing here.” Seto comes through the door, his ice blue eyes looking at Mokuba.

“Its my fault, master. I asked him to help me with the sofa.” Joey steps up.

“I didn't ask you, mutt.”

“Easy, Seto. Give the kid a break.” Joey stares wide eyed at the black haired boy as he moves around the sandy blonde and punches the tall Majestic in the arm. “I can't believe you were making him bring this heavy ass couch in here by himself.”

“Watch your language, Mokie.”

“Whatever, big brother.” Mokuba smiles.

“Wha…you're a vampi…brother…I'm dead.” Joey closes his eyes, his hands coming up to rub the sides of his face.

“What are you talking about, mutt?” Seto walks over to the sandy blonde.

“Its nothing, Seto. I was coming to see you and I saw him in the hall and offered to help.” Mokuba pulls the tall brunette back beside him.

“I told you, mutt, to do it by yourself.”

“I wouldn't take no for an answer.” The short black haired vampire moves to the door. “Come on, big brother, I want to show you my room. It just got painted.”

“Fine.” Seto eyes Joey for another minute before moving out the door. Mokuba winks at the sandy blonde, turning and following his brother down the hall.

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Something's wrong with you,
Cause stars cannot be found in clouds that cover up their love.
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Joey finishes hanging up Seto's clean clothes and steps out of the closet, closing the door behind him. Looking around the room he nods as he sees nothing out of place. Walking to stand at the end of the bed facing the door he lets his mind wonder.

He had been the personal slave to Seto for over four months. After the first month he had learned not to disobey orders from his `master.' Seto still treated him like he was nothing but what his nickname suggested, a mutt. He was constantly on his feet, running back and forth, doing every thing he was told. But the worst part about it was he was having a struggle with his mind and heart.

His mind kept telling him that Seto was nothing but an evil vampire, that he would die as soon as the tall brunette was tired of him. The moments he found himself up against the wall with strong fingers wrapped around his neck proved that for him. But his heart had other ideas. Every time he looked at the Majestic he couldn't help but see how handsome he was, how deep his blue eyes seem to be. A part of him liked to be held against the wall just to have Seto touching him, his face mere inches from his own.

His fingers pull on the hem of his dark blue tank top, looking down he runs his hands over the pale blue jeans he wears. Nervous he looks back up at the door. Seto had been out dealing with some local demons that refused to get off of the Majestics' land. Joey couldn't believe that the last two days without Seto had felt like an eternity. He jumps from his thoughts as the door is slammed open.

Seto walks into the room covered from top to bottom in slime of different colors. His black jeans are cut above the right knee and down the back of his left leg. His long sleeved black shirt is missing the left sleeve, his brunette hair is plastered to his forehead by green slime. His dark ice eyes look around the room before landing on Joey.

“Clean my weapons, don't try anything.” He throws a large bag down beside the dark blue sofa before moving toward the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

“Hey to you too.” Joey whispers as he goes to the closet. Looking on the bottom shelve to the right he finds several old towels and a jar filled with light blue jelly.

Going back out and sitting on the sofa he unloads his hands and pulls the bag closer to him. Opening it up he waves a hand over the bag and wrinkles his nose up.

“Man, do all demon's stink this much?” Reaching into the bag Joey pulls out a slime covered dagger.

Wiping it with one of the old towels, he makes sure as much of the slime is off that can come off before opening the jar of blue jelly. Again he wrinkles up his nose.

“I don't know what smells worse, the demon slime or the clean up jelly.” Taking a smaller towel he dips it into the jelly and starts cleaning the dagger.

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All I want is you and I don't care
All I want is you and I don't care
Cause all I do is wait in, wondering and hoping, that we'll survive it.
I know that all this is true.
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̶ 0;Are you done yet, mutt?” Seto comes out of the bathroom with a towel hanging low on his hips.

“Y…yes, mas…master.” Joey swallows as he turns back toward the closet, putting up the jelly jar. “All of your daggers are as good as new.” He points over at the sofa as he comes back out of the closet, shutting the door behind him.

“Good.” Seto walks over to the sofa, picking up a shining silver dagger with a dragon head on the handle.

Joey leans against the closet door as he watches little drops of water run down Seto's well toned back. Licking his lips his honey colored eyes look on as a drop falls from the wet brown hair and makes it's way down the thin neck, rolling over a sharp shoulder blade. A wet trail left in its path as it flows down the small of his back and soaking into the low hanging towel.

“Get the first add kit, mutt.” Seto turns around and sits on the sofa next to his daggers.

“What happened, master?” Joey moves to the bedside table on Seto's side of the bed and retrieves the small white box.

“An idiotic demon thought he should try and kill me instead of listening to me and leaving.” Seto looks down at his left arm, a long cut from his shoulder to his elbow runs with a little fresh blood.

“Is it going to be okay, master?” Joey opens the white box next to Seto and takes out some wrapped bandages.

“Yeah, tomorrow I'll go get some blood and it will be cleared up by tomorrow night. I'm just too tired to go tonight.” His icy blue eyes watch closely as Joey wraps the bandages around his arm, they move up to look at the concentrating face of the sandy blonde. “Have you behaved yourself while I was gone, mutt?”

“Yes. I did all the chores you said to.” Joey glances up at Seto for a second before tying the end of the bandage.

“Good mutt.” Seto leans back against the soft cushions of the sofa as he watches Joey replace the first aid kit. “Undress and get in bed.”

“What?” Joey freezes midway back to the sofa.

“I said, undress and get in bed, mutt.”

“But…why…master?”

&# 8220;Because you do as your master tells you.”

“But…I just don't understand. I did think you lo…liked me that way, master.”

“I don't. You are my slave, therefore you have several chores to do to make my life easier including doing things that will help me relax after a confrontation like the one I was at for two days. One of those things is relieving my tension by giving me your body whenever I wish.”

Joey just stands at the foot of the bed, his honey colored eyes locked on Seto's stone cold stare.

“Don't make me tell you again, mutt.”

Hesitantly, Joey pulls his tank top over his head as he walks around the bed to his side. Suddenly become very shy he plays with the snap on his jeans as he eyes the dark blue, silk pillows. Jumping slightly at the sudden appearance of arms around his waist, he breaths deeply as he feels Seto's hard chest against his back. He bites his lower lip as Seto's fingers gracefully unsnaps and unzips his pants.

“This isn't about love, mutt. This is about me relieving some tension. This is one of the reasons you're here.” Seto's lips brush the sandy blonde's ear.

“I've never…I'm nervous…Will it hurt?” Joey whispers as his pants slide down his legs.

“You're untouched?”

“Yes.”

“Don't forget who you're talking to.” Seto slaps his hand down on Joey's bare bottom, not hard enough to seriously hurt just make the boy jump.

“Sorry, master.”

“It always hurts the first time but you have been a good slave, I can take it easy on you but don't get used to it. Sometimes I might want it fast and hard. Got it?” Seto leans over and opens the bedside table next to Joey.

“Yes, master.” Joey is shaking slightly, his hands wringing together nervously.

“Bend over the bed.”

Joey slowly does as he is told, his hands wrapping themselves in the silk sheets until his knuckles turn white. He stiffens as he hears the faint sound of the towel around Seto's hips falling to the floor. He hisses as something cold pushes around his entrance, involuntarily jerking up but a firm hand on his lower back pushes him back down to the bed.

“Relax.”

The sandy blonde squints his eyes closed as he feels Seto's slick finger enter him all the way, a hiss of pain escapes his lips before he bites down hard on his lower lip.

“Relax, mutt. The quicker you do, the faster the pain will go away.” Seto's strong hand stays steady on Joey's lower back as he gently adds another finger to the tight passage.

All of a sudden Joey moans, his hips bucking back at the fingers, his eyes snapping open. No longer biting his lip, he takes the silk sheet under him into his mouth, his fingers clenching and unclenching them. Another moan is released as he feels the fingers scissoring inside of him. His hips buck back wildly, the sheet slipping from his lips as a spot deep inside of him is rubbed.

“Master!”

Seto smirks as he adds another finger, pushing them in all the way and watching Joey jerk under him. His other hand runs slowly up and down the sandy blonde's spine. Finally removing his fingers from Joey's entrance, Seto coats his erection with the lotion he had retrieved from the bedside table.

Seto slowly moves his coated arousal to Joey's slick passage, feeling the sandy blonde tense he rubs his hand in circles on his back. Joey groans at the pain of the large erection sliding into him. His eyes squeeze shut as Seto enters him completely. Seto stops moving his hips, reaching down he runs his hands up Joey's back to his shoulders. Slowly pulling the sandy blonde to him so that Joey's head falls back onto his shoulder, his neck on display for the tall brunette.

Kissing a trail down Joey's lean neck, Seto moves his hands over the smooth chest, pinching nipples. Finally resting his hands back on the boy's slim hips he slowly pulls almost all the way out of Joey before entering him again.

“Master…oh…please.” Joey's honey colored eyes remain closed as his hands move to cover Seto's.

The vampire's lips move away from Joey's neck to suck on his shoulder, allowing Joey to roll his head over and cautiously kiss Seto's ear lobe. The brunette's larger hand moves down to run fingers through the soft sandy blonde hairs surrounding Joey's erect member. Seto's hips continue to move slowly, exiting almost all the way before moving back in as far as he can.

Joey starts to suck on Seto's ear before the hand so near his arousal moves back to his hip. Seto pushes Joey back down to the bed, his hands gripping the slim hips as he starts to thrust faster into his slave. Joey's fingers wrap themselves in the silk sheets, moving back to meet each of Seto's thrust. One of Joey's hands move away from the sheet to wrap around his erection, only to be pulled away by one of Seto's.

“Don't touch yourself.”

“But…master…please.” Joey whines.

“No, mutt.” Seto pistons his hips harder into Joey causing the sandy blonde to cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Seto angles his hips so that he hits Joey's sweet spot with every inward thrust. The boy whimpers into the silk sheets, his hands tangling in them to stop from reaching back down. Minutes pass with the only sound in the room the sharp breathing of Joey and the slap of flesh against flesh.

Finally Seto's pace becomes erratic, his hands tightening on Joey's hips, bruising slightly. Seto groans as his spills his seed deep inside his slave. Joey's untouched erection explodes onto the silk sheets, his lips sucking on a knuckle.

The two continue to move with each other for another minute before Seto gently pulls out of the sandy blonde, slapping the boy on his bottom.

“Get on the bed.” Seto bends down to get his towel, wiping the sheets of Joey's essence once the other boy is in the bed.

Joey snuggles into the pillows, his breathing fast. He jumps slightly as Seto's wrist is shoved in his face.

“Wha…”

“Drink.”
< br> “What?”

“I said drink, mutt.” Seto presses his wrist to the pale lips of the sandy blonde.

Joey starts to recoil at the taste of metallic liquid but is held in place by a firm hand on the back of his neck. The slightly salty taste causing Joey to close his eyes. Seto pulls his wrist away after a second, leaning down to lick the extra blood from Joey's lips.

“What was that?” Honey colored eyes stare above him into deep blue.

“You are a good slave, I think I'll keep you around for a while.” Seto lays down next to Joey, pulling the blanket up his nude form.

“What?”

“I've given you my blood, made you immortal but don't let it get to your head. I can still kill you whenever I wish.”

“So I'm a vampire now?” Joey snuggles under the covers, turning to face the brunette.

“No. In order to be a vampire you need to feed from my blood. You are like you were before, a human, just immortal.”

“Cool.”

“But you are still my slave and I your master. Remember that, mutt.”

“Yes, master.” Joey tries to hide his smile behind his hands. “Thank you, master.”

“Whatever, just go to sleep.” Seto moves on his side, his back to the sandy blonde.

“Yes, master.”

All because of you.

TBC
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