Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ To Serve and Protect ❯ Chapter 20

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To Serve 20

Betaed by Skippyscatt.

This chapter contains a Lemon. Shibari Lemon on top of that.

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The next morning Joey tried to act like nothing happened but Seto made sure he ate a good
breakfast and then called Doctor Higa. When Doctor Higa came Joey didn't say anything to Seto
he just went with the Doctor.

Doctor Higa settled himself in a chair with Joey facing him. The old lie on a couch Freudian
cliche didn't fit either of their styles.

"Well, I hear that you had a minor meltdown yesterday."

Joey nibbled on his lip for a second. "No, not really. They played a joke on the man whose office
I was in. Unfortunately I got caught in the middle of it. I shot what I though was someone
attacking me. It turned out that it was a dummy on a bunge cord. Seto went through the roof. It
wasn't that big a deal. I made sure that I shot at an angle that sent my expended rounds into a
wall. It's something I do without thinking about it. But it scared the shit out of me. I don't want
to kill someone by accident. On purpose not a problem. Ok I'm a total psycho, but I'm in control
of it."

Doctor Higa thought for a few moments then commented tartly. "There are some people in the
world who don't deserve to live. It's just politically incorrect and socially unacceptable to say so,
or do anything about it. I find certain kinds of people offensive in the extreme. But that's
something else all together. I'm not going to ask you how you feel about it. You're obviously
upset or Seto wouldn't have called me for an emergency session."

"Doc. I feel bad, but not more so than I ought to. They did wrong not me. All I was worried about
and I'll admit I was scared shitless was that I was gonna get sent away or arrested. And I'd
rather go to jail than have Seto send me away." Joey picked at a loose cuticle.

"Stop that. You'll make it bleed." Doctor Higa laughed along with Joey. "You really think that
Seto will send his heart away?" Joey shook his head with a gentle smile. "Still there's some
tension in you that I don't like. Can you explain it?"

Joey sighed. "Doctor, I know what you told me, but I feel . . . bad? Not bad. Just awkward, or
something. I know the physical applications. That's not a problem. I won't hurt him physically,
but mentally? That has me really worried. So we get hot and heavy and I back off. Seto gives me
a blow job that . . . well, he's incredible. But then, all he'll let me do is blow him back. He won't
let go. It's driving me nuts."

Doctor Higa gave up trying to get Joey to figure it out for himself, he flat out told Joey what he
had to do and exactly how to do it. Joey blinked at the Doctor for a moment then sighed.

"Well, why didn't you just tell me this in the first place? We'd have saved a bunch of heart
burnings and agony on both our parts. I'm afraid to scare him. I can get really intense, you
know?"

"Yes, and that's what he needs, he needs so badly to be allowed to give up. He . . . did he write
out anything like I suggested?"

Joey nodded, ran his hand through his bangs and rubbed his face. "I though he was just writing
down what he though I might like. I'm not really into bondage or any of that stuff. But if it's
what he really needs, then I got some ideas. All I want to know is . . . is this a permanent part of
our relationship or what."

Doctor Higa tapped his fingers on the desk. "If you can get him to realize that it's ok for him to
let go, perhaps not. It's all sort of up in the air. You'll just have to try your best and see what
happens. Do you have a problem with Seto's needs?"

Joey thought for a long while, then shook his head. "Not really. We want what we want. I don't
have a problem with most of what he wants, and what I do have a problem with is probably
Madam's idea. As long as I'm not doing him any harm, I don't care. I just want to make sure
what I do is right. That he really enjoys, needs . . . fuck . . . see? I'm stuttering like a sixteen-year-
old."

"All that proves is that you're really concerned about Seto and making sure that what you do
together is right for both of you. Frankly, I have patients that wouldn't be half as messed up if
someone would have cared half as much. And Seto cares for you. I've never seen him get this
upset about something, not even with Mokuba. So . . ."

Joey got up and started pacing, drawing and holstering his weapons again and again. Doctor Higa
had never seen anything like it and it worried him. He'd also never seen anyone as fast as Joey.

"Joseph. What are you thinking?"

"Joey gave Doctor Higa a funny look. "Oh. The drawing? Not thinking of killing anyone . . .
except maybe Gozaburo. Too bad he's out of my reach. I just . . . well . . . shit."

"Joseph. Talking about sex is one of the most difficult parts of psychotherapy. We've been
trained since early childhood that it's . . . dirty, not something we talk about. Yet it's as natural as
eating or breathing. "

"Yeah, but, Doc? This is not natural, is it?"

"Do you like it?"
"Well," Joey ducked his head and blushed furiously. "Yeah I do."

"Why?" Doctor Higa watched Joey carefully. Joey gave the question the respect it deserved and
thought about his answer carefully. Doctor Higa waited patiently while Joey paced, drew and
thought.

"I like it because Seto trusts me that much. To let himself be bound, let me be in total control of
him. It's a . . . head rush like no other."

"Yes, and . . .?"

"What if I betray that trust . . . oh, not intentionally, I'd never do that. You know it's the truth.
But what if I mess up somehow?"

"Then you apologize. Make it right and don't do it again."

Joey blinked at the Doctor "It's not that simple, is it?"

Doctor Higa looked right back at Joey. "Yes it is. What if he makes a mistake with you. You
going to dump him because he messes up?"

Joey gave Doctor Higa a stricken look, then started to laugh softly.

"No. But I may spank his butt. Again. Oh, hell. All this worry. I'm an imbecile."

Doctor Higa watched Joey for a second, then asked. "Do I want to know about this? Or not."

"Seto wants to talk to you after me, but I know what it's about." Joey proceeded to fill him in on
the shooting incident. Ending. "So I made him dig out the pellet and then swatted his butt good.
Strangely, I kinda got turned on. Not by . . . well, yeah, by . . . damn, I'm such a pervert."

"There's your whole problem in a nut shell. You've been so indoctrinated with the idea that
normal is a good thing that you judge yourself, and Seto, by what other people think. You don't
have to answer these questions just think about them. Are you going to do Seto any real harm?
Does he like it? Do you like it? If not, what don't you or Seto like? Is there a way around it?
Do you or Seto dislike it enough that you just won't do it? Do you dislike it because you
think you ought to? Now, with you two; here's my take. If it's to be a full Dom/sub life style, it's
not going to work. It never really does. Too much chance of abuse. Nice fantasy, but not really
practical. My opinion for, what it's worth. I don't think either of you want that. But Seto has to
be forced, gently and firmly to let down. Just make sure that you establish boundaries and stick to
them."

Joey paced, but stopped drawing his weapons. He felt better about everything. He started
planning.

"Thanks, Doc. You're a real help. I mean that. You know how I feel about that psychobabble. I
need input not aggravation. Seto'll be in in a little while. I got other problems, but . . . can I get a
prescription for some antibiotics? I'm havin' chest pains from that fight still."

"Well, if you'll let me listen to you, ok."

"Sure, Doc. I don't mind."

So Doctor Higa listened to Joey's heart, heard good heart sounds, wrote him a scrip and sent him
off.

His interview with Seto covered much the same ground from Seto's point of view.

He grumbled about sexually repressed societies and ignorance and a few other things, packed his
briefcase and left.

~ * ~

"Seto, where's Mokuba?"

He left again. He's going to the French Riviera for two months."

"School?"

"Hate's it. Likes the people . . . he's too smart for the instructors. He's bored, so he's dropping
out of Tokyo U. and going to the US in the fall. He wants to go to MIT."

Joey sighed. The last three days had been difficult. Mokuba tended not to knock, which was quite
annoying when you were trying to neck with your boyfriend. Seto had actually yelled at him. It
hadn't put Mokuba off, just made him laugh like something was really funny.

"So he didn't even say goodbye?"

"He left you a note."

Seto handed over the paper in question.

Joey read:

Hey, Joey.

Sorry about being such a pain but it was fun to tease Seto. You take care of my big brother. I hate
to leave like this but the Letter Man scares me so I'm off to France where I'm safe and you don't
have to worry about protecting me too. I'll come back when you find that bastard.

You be good to my big brother or I'll come back and cut your dick off.
Best, Mokuba.

"I think he likes me." Joey gave the letter to Seto, who laughed.

"That's my little brother. Blood thirsty to the end. You think he really is scared? Or just looking
for a good excuse to leave us to grope each other in peace?"

Joey poured a third cup of coffee and grunted, his chest hurt again. "A little of both I think. Plus,
who at his age, could turn down the French Riviera. Naked sunbathing."

"Pervert."

"You know it. Hand me some of that jelly, please."

Seto examined the report he'd been given. There was a lot of grumbling from some of the
programmers. But he was sending out a memo. Company wide. That should shut them all up. If it
didn't, he could manage some more persuasive methods.

"Joey? Let's go shopping."

Joey cocked one eyebrow as his mouth was full of toast. He wasn't averse to shopping, there
were some things he wanted to get. If he could install Seto in a clothing store, he should have
enough time to buy what he wanted. If not he could always drop him by his favorite electronics
store, but that guaranteed that he'd have to blast to get him out.

He swallowed quickly and agreed that shopping was a good idea. He asked Seto to call for the
car and Roland. If Seto thought that he was going to get to wander around the mall without
security, he was sadly mistaken.

So they went in a van and a limo. The van for the three security men who would accompany Seto
and the limo for Seto, Roland and Joey.

"Ok, Boss. I'll stay with Mr. Kaiba. Along with all three of the others. But you need . . . "

Roland trailed off before he said something stupid and pissed Joey off. He was getting touchy,
nothing had happened yet, but Roland was well aware that Joey was walking the edge of an
abyss. He didn't what to over balance him.

"I know what you were going to say. I don't need backup." *Not what he was going to say, but I
don't like the look in his eye.*

The stop at the mall was interesting to Joey. He'd had few opportunities to shop with Seto. Since
the start of this mess, he'd gone once. They had most of what they needed delivered, sending
back what turned out not to suit. So, Seto's way of shopping was interesting, to say the least.

Joey would have thought that Seto would be arrogant and nasty to the clerks; but, as in the case
of the ill-fortuned trip to the jewelry store, Seto charmed the clerks or snarked them dead,
depending on their attitude.

He left Seto charming an elderly woman in the shirt department and headed for a small, out of
the way cul-de-sac on the ground floor. He had to be very careful in his choices and he wanted
enough time to consider things carefully.

When they met back up Joey smiled, one of the men was loaded up with bags. Joey started to say
something to Roland about that. Security men shouldn't have their hands full of anything. But he
decided if Roland allowed it, he wasn't going to complain. He felt too good. He gave his
purchases to the man as well.

"Why don't you take all that to the car? Seto, I want ice cream. Come on. Buy me one of those
Death-by-Chocolate Sundays. With double whipped cream and extra nuts."

Seto gave Joey a worried look. "Are you sure? You're nuts enough as it is."

Seto's legs might have been longer than Joey's, but Joey was a better runner.

They got some aggravated looks from other shoppers but they also got amused ones.

Seto didn't buy Joey the Death-by-Chocolate sunday, he bought him a double. He got a Black
Forest Cake sunday for himself. They ate sundays, played footsie and laughed at the antics of the
passers by.

~ * ~

Seto settled onto the couch. Joey was in the bedroom doing something interesting. He'd told Seto
to stay here and he'd come get him when things were ready. Seto was about to burst with
curiosity but he'd wait until Joey came to get him. They'd agreed that tonight was the night they
took their relationship to the next level.

"Ok Seto. Here's the deal. I'm not totally in control here. You have ways to make sure that I
don't scare or hurt you. Use them! I mean it. I'd rather break the mood and have to start all over
again than hurt or truly frighten you. You understand me?"

Seto blinked at Joey slightly dazed. This was a Joey he'd never seen before. Not yakuza, scary
Joey. Or goofy, light-hearted Joey. This was . . . interesting. The only thing Seto could compare
this Joey to was himself when he was in charge and intended to keep it that way. Seto shivered.

"Yes, I understand. Do I get a safe word?"

Joey gave him a disgusted look. "Of course you get safe words. I prefer Code Amber for 'stop, I
need to tell/ask you something' and Code Red means I get out the knife, cut the cords, and 'crash
the program.' Ok?"

Seto smiled at Joey. "That's fine. I hate having some stupid thing like 'banana' and Madam
always changed the word on me. I'd get confused. Then she'd get mad."

Joey reached out and put one finger on Seto's lips. "I don't much care about that kind of thing.
Madam has no place in our lives. Just tell me what you want."

Seto nodded, watching Joey as he partially undressed. He took off his shirt, shoes and socks. He
left on his pants. He reached out and took Seto by the arm. A gentle pull started Seto moving in
the general direction of the bedroom.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Obey me."

Seto shuddered, that voice of command was one Joey had only used once. When they were being
shot at. *oh, god. He sounds so sexy*

"Yes, Master."

"No. If you want to call me something other than Joey, you'll call me sir. I'm not your master."

Seto smirked at Joey. "You call me Master."

"Yeah. But only in public, and only to annoy you or impress someone else. There's a big
difference."

Joey situated Seto in the middle of the floor.

"Ok, I see. Now what?"

"Just stand there for a moment. Get used to the idea that I'm going to do this. If you get scared or
anything hurts tell me."

"What if I want it to hurt?"

Joey took Seto's chin in his hand. "Doesn't make any difference. You don't have options beyond
what I told you. I'll decide if it hurts too much or just enough. I don't trust you to take care of
yourself once you fall into sub-space. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, sir. I do."

Joey kissed Seto gently, then started undressing him. Seto reached up to help him and got a
gentle swat. "Did I tell you to do that?"

"No, sir."

Seto let his hands drop and allowed Joey to undress him, raising and lowering his arms for the
shirt, and stepping out of his pants. But only when Joey told him to.

"Very good. I'm pleased with this. Sit on the zabuton."

Seto lowered himself onto the thick pad and settled carefully. He wasn't sure exactly what Joey
had planed, but a certain part of his anatomy was really interested.

"You're not allowed to speak, except to answer a direct question, or to tell me I'm out of bounds
in some way."

"What about moaning or whimpering?"

"I said talking, you can get as loud as you want other wise. Now, bend your legs back."

Seto bent his calves back against his thighs and watched as Joey tucked a length of rope into the
bend of his knees, then tied his ankles to his thighs. He tied another length of rope around his
neck, wrapping it several times then tying it so that it wouldn't tighten. Seto made a small
whimpering sound.

"You ok?"

"Mmmmm, yeah. Nice. Don't like that stuff you used before, it was cold."

"This is hemp. I bought it at the mall. They burned off the hairs and worked it til it's soft. It's
better than silk because the knots won't slip."

"That's bad?"

Joey carefully helped Seto to lie down, settling him on his back.

"Yeah, a slipping knot can either loosen the whole tie, or choke or pinch. Loosening, I don't
mind, choking or pinching, I do. Put your arms across your chest."

Seto obeyed and Joey pulled the tails from the neck tie to his arms. He bound each wrist to the
opposite biceps, then crossed the ropes and tied them again from the back.

"Ok?" Joey carefully tested every knot again.

Seto sighed. "Yeah, good. Real good. I'm starting to feel a little spacey."

"Good. Draw your knees up to your chest."

Seto drew his knees up to his chest and waited. Joey took the rope from behind Seto's knees and
tied it to the wrapping around his neck, he pulled gently until Seto's knees were just under his
chin, then he tied it off. Seto twitched once, then went limp.

Joey touched him, then gently rolled him over until he was on his face. He was now kneeling on
the floor, arms crossed over his chest and trapped between his torso and thighs. His head rested
on his knees, bound there by the rope from behind his knees. Joey stroked his back, checking
knots and just rubbing up and down his spine.

"Good, good. Seto? Tell me the safe words."

"Mmm?" Seto sounded so spacey that Joey was afraid he wouldn't remember "Ssafe? Good;
Code Green. Problems; Code Amber. Let me loose; Code Red. I do good, sir?"

"Yes" Joey stroked his fingers down the crack of Seto's backside. Seto moaned softly. "You did
real good. You like?"

Seto just whimpered. Joey touched Seto gently, stroking his fingers up and down, Seto hummed
his enjoyment.

"Good, Love?"

"Still good. Joey . . . touch me. Please."

"All in good time." Joey spent several moments kissing, touching and caressing Seto. Joey
gently ran his hands over Seto, testing each knot, tugging on the ropes, touching his buttocks,
circling his tight opening.

Joey untied the rope from around Seto's neck. Carefully coiling it, he set it aside. He stroked
Seto's arms and untied them. He kissed Seto, who was so deep in sub-space that he didn't argue
or ask questions. He just allowed Joey to maneuver him onto his back.

Joey made sure that he didn't topple over, then lowered Seto gently onto his back. He wrapped
the rope around his wrists, binding them together in figure eight's that went from wrist to elbow.
Seto moaned. Joey pushed Seto's arms above his head, indicating that they should stay there with
a pat.

Joey watched Seto for a moment, he was panting slightly and looked so beautiful all Joey could
do was stroke his chest and marvel at him. This powerful, wonderful, sexy man trusted, needed,
wanted him enough to allow him to do anything he wanted. All he could do was wonder at his
luck.

Seto whimpered softly and Joey returned his attention to making sure Seto never regretted his
decision. Seto squirmed and moaned, arching his body into Joey's hands. Joey ran his hands over
the ropes, checking each knot, never taking his touch away. He tugged at the knots at Seto's
neck, then took the ropes from there and started tying them around Seto's torso. He wrapped the
rope from his shoulders to his groin, tying two knots at his chest, one between his nipples and
throat and the other at the bottom of his sternum. He drew the ropes down Seto's abdomen and
tied a third knot creating the descender, slipping the ropes around Seto's genitals, he made sure
that the fourth knot he tied was pressed firmly into his perineum.

Seto moaned softly and raised his hips. Joey passed the ends twice around Seto's thighs and
pulled them high on each hip. Then he passed the ropes through the descender between the
second and third knots and pulled them tightly, spreading the descenders and making them form
a diamond over Seto's abdomen. Seto managed to keep from screaming by main force of will. It
was so good all he could do was toss his head back and forth.

"Like that, do you, love?" Seto could only nod.

Joey checked each knot making sure that they were just tight enough, not cutting into Seto's flesh
just pressing in enough to make him feel securely bound. As he checked, he caressed Seto
touching him gently stroking along his arms and legs he stopped to lightly pinch each nipple
giving it a slight twist at the same time. Seto moaned and pressed into his fingers.

Joey leaned down and kissed Seto gently. "Is it good, love?"

Seto managed to drag his attention from his body to Joey. "Yes, I'm good. Mmmmm, like."

Taking the ropes back around Seto's torso, he wrapped them across themselves at Seto's back
and passed them back to the front. He repeated the process of making a diamond, this time
opening the descender at Seto's sternum. Then he used the ends to form half diamonds around
each proud nipple, drawing the rope from the spread descenders to the back and then back to the
front again. Manipulating the ropes like the expert he was. Seto seemed almost comatose,
moving as Joey directed, and whimpering from time to time.

"Seto, talk to me."

"Hhuummm? Wa' "

Joey kissed him gently on the mouth taking time to explore thoroughly. Seto was completely in
sub-space now, all he could do was kiss back and comply with Joey's soft voiced orders. He was
painfully hard, oozing pre-come, and more than ready.

Joey touched Seto's nipples flicking them with a fingernail, quick flicks back and forth. Seto
reared up, then fell back with a loud whine. Joey pinned him down, laying across him, kissing
and stroking him. He pinched the hardened buds again with the same results, except that now he
was ready for it and held Seto down causing him to stifle a scream.

Joey reached over to a small table and retrieved a small ball gag. He pressed it to Seto's lips.

"NO!" Seto jerked his head away. "Don't please? Please!"

Joey tossed the gag aside. "Sshhh. Hush. It's ok. You don't like it, we don't do it. But either
scream or be quiet. You'll hurt yourself doing that. Love you."

Seto settled back with a soft groan. "I don't like it, please don't."

"Hush lover, I won't."

Joey carefully held Seto for a few moments caressing him, stroking his back and arms until he
dropped back into his trance. Then he lowered him back to the mat and suddenly tugged on the
rope across his lower abdomen. That pressed the knot into Seto's perineum. Seto yelped and
nearly came right then. Joey gave Seto's shaft a sudden squeeze, aborting the raging explosion
before it could reach completion. Seto's eyes rolled up in his head and he shuddered.

"Good, Seto, you're so good." Seto opened clouded blue eyes to watch Joey as he stroked his
fingers along his length gently. His need was beginning to get the better of him, his control was
almost gone.

"God, Joey, touch me . . . there. Let me go. I need . . . I need so bad. Please. Please."

"Soon, lover, soon. She never let you take your time. She forced you to go way too fast. Time is
money. We'll get there."

All the while he was talking Joey was running his hands over Seto, reassuring himself and Seto
that everything was under someone's control. Just as he reached Seto's groin again Seto grunted,
Joey stroked him back again.

"Don't come. You're forbidden to come until I say. You understand?"

"Yes, sir. . . God, Joey . . . I . . . I can't do it. It's too much."

"No it's not, just enjoy the ride. I'm boss here. Not you. You're always in too big a hurry."

Joey shut Seto up by kissing him until they were both gasping for air. Then he pushed Seto's legs
up to his chest and picked up another length of rope, using this he tied several wraps around
Seto's left knee. Then he passed the rope over his left shoulder then under his arm, from there he
slipped it under his neck and around his right arm and shoulder in the same pattern. He gently
drew his right leg up and tied it . Seto was now bound on his back, with his arms over his head,
legs drawn up to his chest open, exposed, vulnerable

Joey settled back on his heels to look at Seto, he was so beautiful lying there bound in black
hemp helplessly waiting needing. Needing something that only Joey could give him. Something
they both wanted with all that was in them.

Joey stood up and made sure Seto was watching him. He slowly unbuttoned his jeans. Seto made
a soft whining noise. As Joey slowly moved the zipper down, Seto licked his lips. Joey shimmied
his hips, making the jeans slide off them and down to his knees. Then he stepped out of them and
kicked them away.

Joey moved between Seto's thighs and pressed his legs up more. Seto shifted to accommodate
this new position, obediently opening his legs more. Joey reached back to the table and dipped
his fingers into the sandalwood oil in a small warming bowl there. He stroked the warm oil over
Seto's erect, straining shaft stroking gently he whispered. "Feel it. Let go, enjoy it. It's ok. You
like it. Let yourself enjoy it."

Seto tossed his head and whimpered.

Joey reached up with his other hand and pinched each nipple, tugging and twisting gently. By
now all Seto could do was moan and thrust blindly, seeking some relief for his raging need. Joey
whispered reassurances; telling Seto of his love, telling him of his own need.

"Oh, god, Joey fuck me. Pleaseplease. Fuck me."

Joey settled himself flat on Seto, pressing their groins together. He rubbed their erections
together until Seto nearly screamed in frustrated need. When Joey stopped Seto attempted to gain
some relief by bucking against him. Joey pinned him firmly stopping him.

"Seto love listen to me." Seto managed to drag his attention from his groin to his brain, just. "I
will never just fuck you. Seto, I love you too much to use you. We will only make love."

Joey put all his heart and soul into the kiss that left Seto limp and panting.

Then he got some more oil and gently pressed one finger against Seto's opening. Slowly pushing
in, he got past the sphincter and slid his finger in and out, caressing, persuading that tight muscle
to loosen to allow him access to the tight sheath of Seto's body. He gently moved the finger in
and out until Seto relaxed, then he added another, while Seto bucked and moaned. He re-oiled his
fingers and found that special spot that the Japanese called the bud of the lotus. He stroked and
prodded it, holding Seto still by pressing his hand to his chest. He continued to slide his fingers
in and out of Seto until he was sure he'd relaxed enough to accept him without pain.

After kissing Seto gently on each nipple, Joey guided himself into Seto's more than willing body.
Seto curled up tightly, allowing Joey complete access to his opening. Joey pushed gently in and
waited for a moment while Seto adjusted to the intrusion. Then he began to move slowly, Seto
strained to meet each thrust with an upward movement of his own.

Joey panted and strained. He wanted to come so badly it hurt, but he was going to make sure that
Seto got everything he wanted and needed. Seto groaned under Joey, so obviously enjoying what
was happening that Joey had to kiss him, again and again. He kissed Seto while he thrust into
him, Seto thrust his tongue into Joey's mouth and savored the taste of his lover.

Joey could feel Seto trembling. His shaft pressed against Joey's belly and wept clear tears of
need. Seto whimpered softly, then let out a scream.

"Pleaseplease . . . Joey . . . sir . . . master. I can't . . . I need . . . oh, please."

Joey changed the direction and angle of his thrusts. He used a scooping motion that stroked his
belly along Seto's erection and also allowed him to stimulate his prostate at the same time. Seto
jerked and started whimpering softly. The assorted sounds that could be described as whimpers
covered a wide range and Seto used them all.

When he was sure Seto was truly near the breaking point Joey whispered harshly. "Come, Seto.
Come for me love." Seto bucked and would have struggled, blindly flailing his limbs but the
ropes focused him and held him firmly. As he started to come, Joey pulled out of him and sliding
down his body, clamped his lips firmly around him. He sucked gently until Seto bucked again
and then he sucked hard. Seto convulsed hard, screaming. Joey swallowed, and swallowed again.
He sucked gently until Seto stopped twitching and just rested with his head on Seto's stomach.

Seto moved restlessly and Joey raised up.

"You ok?"

"No, my brain ran out my ears . . . that was incredible."

Joey smiled at Seto. "Glad you liked it."

Joey started carefully untying Seto. First he unbound his legs from his neck, letting him lower
them, he untied his ankles from his thighs and helped him stretch them out. He carefully
examined him, rubbing at a few rapidly fading red marks. When he untied Seto's arms, he threw
them around him and hugged him, crooning softly. Joey held him back until he sighed and
squirmed slightly.

"Let me finish untying you. That rope will dig into you too much soon. You ok love?"

"Oh, god. Ok? I'm great, fine, wonderful. That was so good. Joey, . . . wow."

"Here . . . hold still." Joey finished untying Seto, stroking his hands across his back and up his
arms. Seto shivered.

"Cold?"

"No, just still in after glow. Nice."

"Good. Come on, let's get you up and showered before you fall on your face."

Joey hauled Seto up to his feet and helped him into the bathroom. He started to settle him on the
stool when Seto blinked, then snarled.

"What?"

"You didn't . . . relieve yourself."

"No." Joey looked down at the evidence of his still raging need. "It wasn't about what I need. It
was about you. Only you."

"You're an idiot."

"So? . . . you knew that."

Seto pushed Joey against the counter and wrapped his arms around his thighs. He took Joey into
his mouth and rasped his tongue across the swollen glans. Joey moaned. "Seto, you don't have to
. . . "

"Shu' u'!"

"Don't talk with your mouth full."

Seto snickered, which produced some extremely interesting results for Joey.

Seto sucked and jerked his head back several times. Joey came with a wolf-like howl.

Joey leaned back against the counter and panted. "Oh, my fucking god. You've got a mouth on
you that doesn't quit. That was good."

Seto smirked at him wearily. "Never do that again. We both get it off or neither of us does."

"Ok, Nushi. What ever you say. Shower before I collapse."

After a quick shower they both literally fell into bed. Seto spooned around Joey and sighed. They
were both asleep in seconds.

~ * ~

Seto woke Joey by blowing in his ear, he'd taken time to look him over while he slept. He was so
thin he was almost skeletal. He had an oozing sore on one ankle and he had a tiny crease between
his eyebrows as he slept as if something was hurting him. Now he wanted him up and eating.

"Joey. Heart of my heart . . . wake up."

"Hmmm? 'M up. Go 'way. "

"You're not up. And I'm not going away. You need to eat. Come on."

Joey stumbled out of bed with a grumble and a groan. Seto maneuvered him into the bathroom
and while he took care of the three S's, Seto rummaged up the things he wanted.

"Sit on that stool and shut up. I'm taking care of that ankle. You were supposed to do it. You said
you would. It isn't healing. If it doesn't show definite sighs of getting better in . . . four days, I'm
taking you to the emergency room. If I have to have Roland drag you for me. You hear me?"

Joey watched Seto's face and had to smile. He looked so fierce over such a little thing. He made
a placating gesture and patted him gently.

"Seto, calm down, it's . . ."

"Not nothing. Stop saying that. I'm really getting scared for you. You're too thin and I don't like
the look of that ankle."

Joey really looked at it for the first time. It didn't look good at all. It was raw, oozing serum and
it itched. He was tired all the time now, hungry constantly, and he hadn't gotten rid of the chest
pains like he usually did.

"Ok, Seto, fix it, then feed me . . . I'm sorry you're worried. I'll do better, really I will. As soon
as we settle with Maeda, Watanabe and that bunch; and catch the Letter Man, I'm . . . you're
taking me somewhere romantic and warm. I'm plopping myself down in a lounger in the sun and
doing absolutely nothing for at least a month. Ok? Deal?"

"You got it, lover. Anywhere you want . . . um . . . I really do have an island in the South China
Sea. It's not large. About ten square kilometers. But the house is nice, the staff is well trained and
no one can get on or off without us knowing about it."

Seto fixed Joey's ankle and even went so far as to put his sock on for him so the bandage
wouldn't be disturbed.

They decided to have breakfast on the terrace. The weather was soft and warm with a slight
breeze blowing. Yukari brought enough food to feed four and Joey fell on the stuffed omelet with
a glad whoop.

"Yay, my favorite! With mushrooms, onions, sausage, cheese. Thanks. Tell Sakura I send my
compliments. Oh, and juice! Seto, dammit, I'm so hungry I could eat a horse."

"No horse meat in this house; only Kobe beef."

"Seto, you're an ass."

"You like my ass."

Joey snickered around a mouth full of omelet and toast. Then, when Yukari started to fill his cup
with coffee, he swallowed quickly and said. "No coffee for me, thank you. I'm going to start
drinking tea instead. I'll see if that doesn't help my ankle heal quicker."

Seto smiled his approval over his cup. "Good Joey, thank you."

"Arf!"

"Don't be an ass."

Joey snickered and sipped at the tea. It was surprisingly good and he realized that he really
wanted it.

They ate in companionable silence, the only conversation being pass requests. Joey ate his
omelet, all the toast and most of the bacon. He drank orange juice as well as several cups of tea.
Seto also ate a much smaller omelet and toast, whatever bacon he could snatch before Joey got
hold of it, and juice and tea.

They read the newspaper, trading the sections and snickering together over things they read each
other.

"Excuse me, sir, this just arrived for you."

Yukari entered with a box, which he put on the table, clearing away dishes to make room for it.

Seto eyed it with some disfavor. It was lumpy and rather dirty. He knew that it had been scanned
for bombs and such, but it left him with an unhappy feeling.

Joey nearly jumped out of his skin when Seto screamed. It was a heart-wrenching cry of grief.

"Mokuba . . . oh my god. Mo' it' . . . Joey . . . " Seto started to cry, great wrenching sobs of
horror-stricken grief.

Joey took one look in the box and felt dizzy and sick. It was Mokuba's head, bloody and
disheveled. He gulped, snatching at the dissipating rags of his temper; then something made him
take another look. He reached out with a trembling hand and touched the white cheek. It was
hard.

"Fuck! Those fuckin' god damn basta'ds. I'll gut the bunch of 'em. It's only a fuckin' dummy
head. Son of a fuckin' bitch. Mother fuckers are so dead. Dead . . . Seto." Joey grabbed Seto with
one hand and punched speed dial with the other.

The voice that answered was almost drowned out by Seto's wailing sobs.

"Do you know what time it is here?"

"No, an' I don't give a flyin' fuck. Talk t' Seto. Now!"

Joey held the phone to Seto's ear. Mokuba, hearing Seto, got frantic, demanding Seto tell him
what was wrong.

"Oh my god Mokuba, they sent me your head. I mean they . . . Mokuba, just talk to me. I need to
hear your voice. Tell me you're ok. Please. Oh, little brother . . . god."

Seto listened to Mokuba talk about anything he could think of. He couldn't stop sobbing. Finally
he was persuaded to give the phone back to Joey. Joey told Mokuba not to leave his flat for any
reason and not to answer the door unless someone used the password. "Time Wizard." He agreed
and hung up.

Seto was as hysterical as any person could be. Not that Joey blamed him, he was pretty pissed off
himself. But not in the same way Seto was. He was more in the 'someone's going to die slow'
mode.

Of course Seto's screams and loud sobbing had attracted not only Yukari, but Roland, Sakura
and a small group of off duty security people.

Joey started issuing commands. "Roland, take dat an' get it to a crime lab. Go over it wit' a fine
toot' comb. Yukari, you and Sakura go back to duh' kitchen, I'll take care of Seto. You. Yes,
don't look 'round for your mom. Blue tie. Chase down dat delivery van an' make sure it's on de
up and up. If it is, go on to duh' depot an' see what you can find out." Joey singled out two large
men and told the rest of the bystanders to go back to their duties, adding, "If I want yuh, I'll call
yuh. Thank you all fur showin' up so fast."

He had the two remaining men help him get Seto back to their rooms. He put him to bed and
started to call Doctor Higa. Yukari, who was hovering in the doorway, called to him.

"What? I'm callin' the Doc."

"Doctor Higa? I already called him. I hope I did right?"

"Yeah, you did good thanks." Joey took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.

"Oh, Mr. Joey, who would do such a terrible thing? This is just awful . . . poor Mr. Seto . . . Do
you need anything? I'll get you whatever you want. Oh dear. Dear. So terrible." Yukari turned
away, still mourning softly.

Joey got on the bed with Seto and tugged him into a hug, pulling him right on top of his chest. He
rubbed his back and patted his shoulders, making soothing noises.

Soon Doctor Higa hurried into the room to hear Seto still sobbing brokenly and moaning "I can't.
I can't stop Joey help me. It hurts. Please."

"What's going on here? I never saw Seto have a panic attack before. I got some garbled call from
Yukari about a head?"

"Tell you all about it in a minute. He's been hysterical since it arrived. You're going to have to
sedated him."

"How long?"

"However long it took you to get here. Yukari called right away."

Doctor Higa opened his 'little black bag,' which was actually blue, and extracted a small vial and
a hypodermic needle. He pealed off the sterile paper wrapping and extracted 5 ml of *drug* from
the vial. He handed it to Joey who exchanged it for the alcohol wipe he'd opened. Doctor Higa
wiped Seto's arm and gave him the shot. Joey pulled him back into his arms and just sat rocking
him and whispering that it was all right he'd get them.

When Seto finally hiccuped himself to sleep. Joey covered him carefully, tucking the blanket
around him tightly.

He motioned the Doctor to follow him leading him to the sitting room.

Yukari brought tea at the touch of a button. He also brought a letter, carefully held in a gloved
hand.

"It was just delivered. The same company that delivered the box brought it. They don't keep
pieces of mail together, letters go in a different truck than packages. Is Mr. Seto going to be all
right?"

"Yeh, he'll be ok. Thanks. Yukari. . . hey . . . you didn't touch this with your bare hand?"

"Oh no, sir. I know better than that."

"Hang on to it for a sec. Doctor, you got gloves in there?"

"Yes." Doctor Higa handed Joey a pair of latex gloves. He accepted them and snapped them on
while Yukari waited patiently.

"Yukari, go get me a new plastic zip bag, please. I'll use it for an evidence container. Thanks."

Yukari went away to get the bag.

Joey carefully opened the letter by slitting it with one of his knives. He held the letter over the
glass topped table and unfolded it.

"Back off. Next time it'll be the real deal."

Joey didn't need to ask where this particular piece of folly came from. He recognized the
handwriting. He carefully put it into the bag Yukari brought.

"Has Roland come back yet?"

"No, sir. Shall I take that away?"

"No, chain of evidence. I'll keep it. Send Roland to get it when he gets back."

Yukari bowed and left to await Roland right at the front door.

Joey went to check on Seto and found him sleeping soundly. Reassured he returned to talk to
Doctor Higa for a few more minutes, then showed him to the door. The Psychiatrist promised to
remain on call in case he was needed, but told Joey frankly that once the hysteria faded, Seto was
more likely to be in need of restraint, rather than reassurance. Joey just nodded and smiled.

Joey returned to their rooms and went to the bathroom. All he wanted was an aspirin for his
headache. He remembered the scrip for antibiotic's he'd gotten from Doctor Higa, he'd forgotten
to get them. He swallowed the analgesic and just leaned on the counter for a second.

When he pushed against the counter to stand up, he got a pain in his chest that took his breath
away. He moaned and collapsed to his knees.

"Oh god. Please. Please just let me make it until they're safe. Please. Oh. . . ohgod. It hurts."

He knelt on the floor rocking and clutching his chest until the pain went away. Then he went
back to their big bed and crawled in with Seto.