Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Gin no Umi o Wataru ❯ Chapter 3

Shachou- president, as in the president of the company.
And thanks to Rainy for Joey's Egyptian name, Jahi.

Jahi opened his eyes and looked over at his beloved. Smiling cattily, he gently pressed against Sef's shoulder. Sef obediently rolled over in his sleep. Now who's the dog?, Jahi thought. Reaching down, he pulled the sheet off slowly. His man was beautiful, long and tan with startling blue eyes, those very rare dark blue eyes. Eyes like the seas of home, eyes like the sky at dusk. Wiggling down, he lay his head on Sef's thigh. Flicking his eyes up, he made sure Sef was still asleep. Carefully, he moved closer to his beloved's rod; softly he blew a cool breath on it. Laughing at the twitching member, he blew on it again. Chuckling silently, he rose to his knees and straddled Sef's legs. Moving a little further down, he leaned down, his eyes focused not on Sef's nicely shaped cock but on Sef's face. Jahi touched the tip with his tongue, with great patience Jahi flicked, licked, and lathed the tip of Sef's penis. Seeing Sef grow and watching as Sef started to wake, Jahi posed.

Slowly Sef opened his eyes, noticing his lover, his mate, and his husband at the foot of the bed. Just as Jahi lunged forward and deep-throated Sef. Sef screamed with intense pleasure.

* * *

Mokuba stared out the window. What is taking him so long, he always comes here after school. Sighing, he got up and went to the counter, ordering a drink, he sat back down to wait. After fifteen minutes, he stood up and stretched. Turning towards the door, he noticed a distinctive red, yellow, and black hairdo.

"Yugi!" Mokuba called out.

"Mokuba, hey!," called Yugi back

"Hey, hello Tristan." Mokuba nodded to the other boy. "Where's Joey?"

"We don't know. We thought he would be here. What are you up to, Mokuba?" Yugi asked.

"Looking for Joey. I wanted to ask him something about the dreams."

"Dreams? What dreams, Mokuba?" Tristan asked.

"The ones he and my brother have. Seto doesn't keep anything from me. He told me this morning on the way to school. Not to mention, he spent last night over at our house."

"Oh? He didn't mention that."

Mokuba smiled evilly. "Now that Joey's gonna be Nii-sama's friend maybe he won't be so grouchy."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Yugi asked frowning, his face a mask of confusion.

"Nii-sama been having dreams like this for years. And he talks in his sleep. Ever since he started going to Domino High, he's been muttering about a puppy." Mokuba smirked.

Yugi's eye twinkled and he bent over laughing.

"Joey..." Tristan shook his head.

"Yep! And he's not dreaming about a dog, cause Nii-sama is allergic to dogs." Mokuba giggled.

Tristan watched as Yugi and Mokuba laughed until tears streamed from their eyes.

* * *

Cold.

Stiff.

Leather.

Joey cracked open one eye and rolled over. The resulting thud by made one teenaged boy falling onto a `not-quite-contoured-for-a-body' car floor caused him to wake up. "Wha- Seto, car, meeting." Joey leaned back against the seat. Moaning, he rubbed his head. Slowly, he slid up onto the seat, hearing paper rustle. Leaning to one side, he pulled on a piece of paper that he was sitting on. Pulling it out, he read it.

"Inu,

I'm upstairs in my office. If you wake up before its time for me to leave, show this to the receptionist downstairs and they will make sure you get up here safely.

S. Kaiba."

What's with the dog jokes?! Joey shook his head and opened the car door. Deciding to leave his backpack in the car, he stepped out gingerly. Yawning, he stretched. Gracefully bowing his back, reaching backwards until his hands brushed the back of his calves. Moaning deliciously, he straightened up. Slipping the note into his back pocket, he turned around looking. Seeing an elevator about fifteen feet away, he walked over. After pressing the button he waited. Why did Seto bring me here? What is he up to? Sighing, Joey moved from foot to foot. Ducking into the elevator, he pushed the `L' button. A few second later the door opened onto a huge lobby. Joey stepped out and stared at the place. The floor was a rich blue stone, veined with white. The desk in the center of the lobby was white, white with tiny gray flecks.

Joey looked up... straight up, and up, and up, and-damn how high is this thing. Gulping, Joey looked down at the nice stable floor before walking up to the desk. Seated at the desk was a very pretty young woman, she had a thick shock of crimson hair that fell in a flaming waterfall down her back. Her skin was a pale cream, so much so that she wouldn't need the face paint to project the image of a geisha. When she looked up, Joey was stunned to see her eyes, her very un-Japanese-like eyes. They were the green of a lawn, of fresh grass, of a healthy vigorous plant. "Ummm, hey. I'm supposed to meet someone and show you this?" Joey pulled out the note and handed it to the young man at the desk.

The young woman smiled at him before looking at the note. Eyes widening, she turned to look at Joey. Picking up a slim gray phone, he pressed a button. Whispering into the phone, she hung up and looked back at Joey. "Someone will come to escort you to Shachou Kaiba immediately."

Joey nodded, laying his hands on top of the counter and leaned in, "Tell me, do you like working for Seto?"

"Yes, this is a good job, easy too." She replied, smiling. Her voice was low and rather deep for a woman.

"Hmmmm, does he growl at you a lot?" He asked

"Shachou Kaiba? I don't see too much. Mostly I see Young Kaiba. He's a delight, " she smiled sweetly.

"Yeah, Mokuba is fun. Wish Seto was more like him." Joey sighed.

"Well, the Shachou does run this place. We know it's so Young Kaiba can be young."

"Yeah, but he young too and I'm gonna remind him of that, even if I gotta pound it inta him." Joey smiled viciously as he punched one hand into the other.

She laughed, "Don't say that too loud around here. Shachou Kaiba may be a demanding person but we all respect him. He does right by all of us."

"Good! He's my friend and getting him to relax, well that's part of my..." Joey stated flatly.

A large man ghosted up to the desk. "Joey Wheeler."

Joey turned towards the guy and looked him up and down slowly. Turning back to the receptionist, he held out his hand. "Nice talking to you... umm what is your name?"

"Minamoto Shuiichi. You have a good day, Mr. Wheeler." He replied, shaking Joey's hand firmly.

Joey blushed and leaned over to whisper to Shuiichi before following the large man.,

"Sorry, but my Hiei wouldn't like it." Shuiichi replied/.

"Maybe with Hiei." Joey called back. Entering the elevator, he looked at the large guard. "So, do you like working for Seto?"

* * *

Yugi pushed back from the chipped plastic table and stretched. Looking at his watch, he called out to Mokuba. "It's already after six, don't you need to get home soon?"

"Yeah... first I have to go the office and get Seto. Otherwise he'll work all night and go to school in the morning. He'll keep it up until he collapses." Mokuba said.

"That's not good. Poor Kaiba." Yugi sighed.

"Yeah right." Tristan snorted. Standing up, he grabbed his jacket. "Hey Mokuba, I can give you a ride over there on my bike if you want."

"Yeah, thanks Tristan. What about Yugi, though?" Mokuba pointed out.

"Oh don't worry, we're only three blocks from the shop. I'll be fine. Yami will be with me." Yugi pointed out.

"OK. Have a good night, Yugi. Let's go Mokuba." The three boys stood up and threw away their trash. Waving goodbye to Yugi, Tristan and Mokuba walked over to Tristan's bike. Pulling a spare helmet from the saddle pack, he gave it to Mokuba. Sitting on the bike, he kicked up the kickstand. "Let's get there without scrambling your brains."

"Ok!" Mokuba pulled on the helmet and climbed on.

Tristan pulled out. For a while Mokuba was quiet.

"Tristan? Why do you hate my brother?" He asked quietly

* * *

Five Years Ago

"Tris, behave. I told you I'd bring you to work but you'd have to behave. Do me a favor and take this to Ryujin down the hall?" His mother asked him.

"Sure Mom." A twelve year old Tristan Taylor nodded and started down the hall. He heard whispers all about him.

"--- I can't believe it. Kaiba is dead. Th--- "

"---said that Seto kill---"

"You can't mean? Impo---"

"---heard he's cleaning house. He's--"

"Fired? You but then---"

"I know. Yes, Tristan?" A man noticed the boy.

"Ryujin-sama, Mother asked me to bring you this file." Tristan held it up.

"Thank you, Tristan. You go back to your mother now, ok? She needs you."

"Yes Ryujin-sama." Tristan turned back and walked down the hall to his mother's office quickly, ignoring everyone else.

"What? Kaiba-sama, I have never been disloyal to this company." Tristan could hear his mother saying.

"True" A young voice replied. "However, I question some of your proposed contracts. We will not be violate or even bending the treaty again. You followed without question, without thinking and I have no use for those who can't think. Be gone by the end of the day." A young boy about Tristan's age walked out, his sable brown hair was cut close to the scalp and he had the coldest blue eyes that Tristan had ever seen. Tristan feeling that this person was dangerous, back into an empty cubicle and out of sight. Once the boy had left, Tristan walked to his mother's door and cracked it open. His mother sat at her desk, eyes full of tears. Tristan turned his head and looked at the boy with hatred.

* * *

"We have a history." Tristan replied.

* * *

Jahi sat on the bed, before him lay a sheaf of paper. Looking to his left, he selected one color. Taking off the top, he dipped the brush into the color. In a few seconds he had highlighted several parts of the illustration. He blew on it carefully before dusting it with a sprinkling of fine sand.

"That's beautiful, Jahi. Is this to go with the children's book?" Seferet sat down behind him.

Yes, Jahi turned and smiled at his husband. I promised your sister, Adna, a story and pictures to put on her wall. She loves the stories about magical gifts from the gods best.

"I know... she may follow me into the Temple. I think she would be a good priestess."

Perhaps, if we can have her working with children. I fear Adna will never truly grow up.

"I know... so, did you think about it?"

Yes, and I'd like to.

"Good. Tomorrow we will go check on orphans of suitable age and class, my love, my husband."

Thank you beloved

"Now... why don't we..." Sef leaned over to suckle on Jahi's neck. "play, my love."

Jahi laughed and turned over, opening his arms.

* * *

The elevator hummed as it continued up.

"Hey, how big is this place anyways?" Joey asked, looking at the huge security guard that was accompanying him.

The security guard looked down at the young man and considered what his bosses had told him about this young man. "There are 49 floors in the building. Master Kaiba's office is on the forty-first floor. The floor below him and the two above are empty. Floors 44-48 are auxiliary services including a restaurant, a few shops, and the senior management dormitories. The forty-ninth floor is an open floor. That means it consists on a floor and four walls but no roof. Actually it has a little bit of a roof. An overhang on all sides stretches out five feet. Master Kaiba also has a heli-pad on the side of the forty-second floor, so that he doesn't have to go all the way up to the forty-ninth. Although only he and Young Master Mokuba have access to it. He and Master Kaiba also have a full suite with bathrooms, bedrooms, and a full kitchen on their floor. If necessary, they do not have to leave the immediate area. As well as it has it's own generator and three-foot thick platinum doors can cut those three floors off from the entire building. This particular elevator will not stop at any of the four floors unless as you saw me earlier, the person has a special key card. There are stairs to the floor but you can't get in that way because again, you need special key card. None of us will let harm even get a glance at the Masters Kaiba."

"Wow. So his growls don't have an affect on you?" Joey asked.

The guard's mouth twitched and an eyebrow raised a little. "Well, as long as you promise not to tell him, we really don't take any of his threats to heart. Yes, he could do them but we are his private guard. We work well together and he won't jeopardize that. We rather like him." The guard smiled warmly.

"Good... I was afraid he was as bad with you as he's with us." Joey replied as the elevator comes to a stop.

"Master Kaiba for some reason responds to you, Mr. Wheeler. Understand, if you hurt him..." The guard stated.

"I understand... but me and Seto... I'd... it's strange but I couldn't hurt him, something in me wouldn't let me if I wanted to. I don't want to. A month ago, I'd pull him from a lake if he was drowning, but I wouldn't share my food with him. Now..." Joey raised one hand cupped and tipped it as if pouring something out. "I'm not as angry with him."

The guard nodded and led Joey from the elevator. The room they entered was a small box about ten feet by ten feet. In the corner opposite the wall, a young woman sat a desk. To her left was a solid oak door. Smiling, she stood. "You must be Joey Wheeler. Master Kaiba awaits you, he said for you to come in whenever you wish. Thank you, Suraku, I'll take him from here."

"Sure thing, Ms. Mudaro. Mr. Wheeler." The guard nodded and turned back to the elevator.

* * *

Seto sat at his desk, flipping through a proposal to add three more levels to the Legendary Heroes VR game. Growling as he realized that this was the fifth time he read this page, he threw the proposal on the desk. Damn this game and damn that... idiot. I finally had those dreams under control! Then he had to stir them up... Maybe Sef could afford to waste his time on his brat but I don't have that! I would have dropped the mutt of home, except... he was sleeping... without dreams. Seto's face softened as he remembered Joey's face as he slept. Turning around, he stared out the window, the city was painted with golds and reds as the sun set.

* * *

Sef watched as the sun set, coloring his lover with reds and golds. A shaft of red ran up the pale back getting lost in the tumble of sand gold hair, creating an imminently kissable path.. Sighing, he climbed on the bed and leaned down to kiss his lover's back... "Jahi, beloved... wake up. Wakey... my heart's joy." Sef pulled his lover up and onto his lap.

Jahi blinked sleepily and smiled sweetly at Sef, I meant to stay awake for you... I wanted to surprise you.

"It is a surprise... you are the surprise."

This old thing... Jahi smiled.

"No this... beautiful man... my beautiful man." Sef leaned closer.

Yes! Jahi pushed back, rubbing against Sef. I already oiled myself. Please don't make me beg tonight. You've been gone for three weeks and as much as I miss talking to you, my body craves yours.

"You will be tight for me today... my love." Sef stretched over Jahi and tumbled the vial of scented oil into his hand.

Already used that love... and it felt so good. It reminded me of you, sweet and strong and delicious. Almost as good as you in me, then it's been so long that I forgot what you feel like. Jahi reached up and wrapped his arms around Sef's neck. Kiss me.

Sef chuckled and pressed Jahi onto the bed, "Mine!"

Yours, yours, yours, forever! Jahi demanded.

Sef stared at his lover's eyes, as he placed his cock at Jahi's entrance. Pressing in, he felt the welcome and long missed heat of his lover surround him. Jahi whimpered, clutching at Seferet.

"Mine!" Sef lunged forward, biting Jahi on the shoulder, as Jahi bucked under him.

Forever, no matter what life, no matter where, I am yours. I will always be yours.

* * *

Seto opened his eyes, moaning. The sun had almost set, barely above the buildings it would be gone in moments, and he was still sitting at his desk. Shaking his head to clear his mind, he picked up the proposal he had been reading and opened it. Placing his hand over his cloth covered cock, he started in surprise. Sighing in disgust, he stood up and went to a closet and pulled out a pair of pants. Changing quickly, he sat down at his computer. Frowning, he stared at a picture of Joey standing on a beach without his shirt.

Mine Forever, Jahi.

* * *

Ms. Mudaro stared at Joey for a second before calling out to the guard. "Suraku, will you please send someone to get Mr. Wheeler's school books out of the car?"

"I will do it, Ms. Mudaro." He replied as the elevator door shut.

"Mr. Wheeler, please come with me," The woman walked over to the door and opened it wide. Waving Joey through, she led him down a warmly lit honey gold pecan wood paneled hallway. The wood panels sat in the center of the wall, running the length. Above it was a soft blue green with gentle veining of white. Below them, the wall was painted a rich vibrant live green and the carpet, thick and plush was a sweet light brown, like fresh tilled clay. Joey stared around the hallway. Catching up to Ms. Mudaro, he waited.

"Beyond this door is Master Kaiba. He most likely will not respond when you go in, so I'm just going to give you a few hints, all right. When you get hungry, dial 777 or hold the seven for 3 seconds on any phone in there and it will ring the restaurant. Dial 444 or hold the four for 3 seconds, and it will call me. 111, rings Mokuba's cell phone and 222 is the house."

"Thanks, ummm what time does Seto eat dinner?" Joey asked.

"Whenever it is ordered. Our Master rarely pays attention to his body's needs. That is what we are here for." She replied, making it clear that Joey was included in her `we'.

"True."

She opened the door at the end of the hallway. She gestured for Joey to enter. Nodding to Joey, she closed the door after him.

Joey walked in. The room wasn't as large as he thought it would be. The floor was the same kind of stone as the lobby but this time in a red and blue checkerboard pattern. Each square was outlined by a golden metal. On the other side of the room next to a window, Seto sat behind a desk. The desk was metallic and harsh, a glare from the lights made Joey's eyes water until he turned to look at Seto. The setting sun framed Seto's face as he read a file. The red shining on his hair, the few gold stray beams brushed through the thin hair on his cheeks. Joey took a deep breath before stepping forward.

"You finally woke up." Seto's voice floated across the room

"Huh, yeah, sorry about that. So what'cha reading?" Joey started walking over to the desk.

"A reworking of the Legendary Hero's VR game. We're going to make it more complex. Did you sleep well?"

"No dreams if that's wha... hey I didn't have any dreams. Maybe since I'm with you, the dreams will calm down?" Joey said, walking over to the desk.

"Perhaps, but if so then I'll have to send you home." Seto pointed out, flipping a sheet over.

"Why? Don't you like... me... staying over?" Joey jumped up on the desk.

Seto reached out and artlessy ran his fingers over Joey's hip, back to front to back to front. Looking at his file, he shoved Joey off. "No dogs allowed on the furniture." He replied smirking.

Joey turned and growled. "I thought you weren't gonna call me a dog anymore."

"If you're gonna growl, then I can call you a puppy, pup." Seto turned a page.

"Why'd the hell did you bring me here... to insult me?!" Joey rolled his eyes.

Seto looked up, "Because."

"Look, maybe I should get home." Joey said, turning.

"Why? Will he notice if you don't come home?" Seto asked, his voice cutting.

Joey froze, What the hell does he mean?

"For some perverse reason, your life and mine are... connected. You're getting warnings about me. Warnings it seems that I need. If you die before we end this threat then most likely I will too, and that will leave my brother all alone. So it seems to me that it's in my best interest to make sure you survive. Before I couldn't care less what your father did to you, now that it involves my brother, I have to make sure you are safe. You are not safe at home with your father, Joseph. He's a drunk, that place is barely livable, and it doesn't seem to be getting better." Seto opened a drawer pulling out a green file folder. Tossing it down, it slid over tot he other side of the desk.

"I can't leave him, Seto. He's not much of a dad but he is my dad. I gotta take care of him." Joey sighed, "Besides, you can't keep me if I don't want to stay."

"No... I could call child services and report him, then step forward as a concerned classmate who will generously open my home to you. It would be good PR." Seto placed the file down and leaned back in his chair.

Joey stared at Kaiba. Leaning over the desk, his voice hot with rage, "If you did, I'd hate you. Worse, you can't force me to tell you about my dreams. You don't own me. Do not ever try to extort me again; I don't threaten Mokuba, you leave off my father."

"Okay, you do know that no one will ever employ a drunk like him. Stay at the house until we solve this mystery and answer one question of my choice everyday you are there; and not only will I pay for his rehabilitation program but I'll find him a job." Seto offered. I do own you, you belong to me, you always have! Then and now, you're mine.

Joey closed his eyes, his voice tired, "I reserve the right to not answer a question."

"No, any one question I want. You can refuse to answer two questions during your entire stay." Seto offered, a gleam entering his eyes.

"Okay, deal."

"First question: Why do you stay with your father? It's obvious that he doesn't care about you, so why do you still care? You would be better off to get away from him."

"He's my only family that I get to see... would you ever give up on Mokuba? When he had a steady job, he was a good man. He always had time for me. Then he lost his job when I was about twelve. Things went downhill from there. Couple years ago, I realized, I'm all he got left. So I take care of him now. Maybe one day he'll straighten out and it will be like before but until then, he's mine. Much like Mokuba's yours."

Seto nodded and stood. Walking past Joey, he waved for Joey to follow. Striding over to the wall, Seto pushed back an inset panel. Reaching in, he pulled out Joey's bookbag. "It's a dumbwaiter. It allows them to send me things without coming in." Handing the book bag to Joey he headed to the next room. He pointed to a computer. "Finish your homework. You can sign onto the net with name `Kaibaspuppy' the password is `wheeler'."

Joey growled and shoved Seto from behind. "ENOUGH! Enough with the dog jokes. I should have included that in the deal. What is your fascination with insultin' and humiliatin' me? Do you get off on it?" He questioned sarcastically. He'd had it with Seto's dog jokes.

Seto stumbled forward and turned back towards the young man. "No... but it does suit you. Sometimes your eyes are green, sometimes they are brown, sometimes they are a mix between the two. When they are brown and you look through your bangs, you have the look of a St. Bernard. Absolutely loyal and trusting. Even if they were to hit you, you'd look the same..." Seto replied curiously.

Joey watched Seto's face fall, "Except I wouldn't let someone hit me, Sef... Let's make a deal. You can call me puppy, but only in private." Insisted Joey?

"No." Seto refused.

"Why?" Joey demanded.

"I don't have to explain anything to you." Seto spun around.

"You can't own me... but you can ask me out. Maybe I'll say yes... maybe I won't. Maybe I should ask that fox downstairs for a date. The redheaded one in the lobby. Maybe he and his Hiei would like a date with me?"

Seto clenched his hands in anger and whirled around to face Joey. Pressing him back until Joey hit the wall, Seto leaned forward, kissing him deeply. His lips caressed and played and tasted Joey, a burst of spice. His tongue flickered against Joey's lips, demanding entrance. Wrapping one arm around Joey's waist, he tugged Joey's hips closer. "No."

Seto let Joey go and walked out.