Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Young Lovers ❯ Sun Set Roundezvous ( Chapter 5 )

First let me apologize for the horrible state in which the last chapter was in. It was my fault, I wanted to put an update out before I lost my mojo, and because of that I didn't edit it. I hadn't got any notification from people wanting to be BETA readers, so as usual I did the testing myself. However due to homework and FFA and FES apps I didn't really have time to go through and check for errors of any kind. It was my fault though and I feel absolutely stupid for putting out such a messed up chapter. And FF.net is still giving me issues with the italics and the tabs and spacing and such and I am about ready to through my horrid computer out the window. Anyhow, I'm going to go over this chapter with a fin-tooth comb and hope I don't miss as much.

Oh yea and I'm moving my Thankies to the end so those who don't want to read them can get right to the story!

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"Walking sucks." Ryou mumbled as he strolled quickly down the street towards the hotel. "If Keith wants us to be happier he should buy us cars. Gods know he has the money." Ryou quickened his pace as he passed by some of the other boys hanging in car windows and flirting with older men near street corners. Ryou shook his head, it always seemed wrong when he saw his life's work play out in front of him.

A cold wind picked up as Ryou drew closer to the hotel and farther from Keith's. After several attempts to shake the offending strands out of his eyes, Ryou slowly drew his hair back into a hair-tie. He glanced into a close store window to reassure himself that first, he was really there and corporeal; and second that his hair looked somewhat decent tied back. After confirming both notions, Ryou continued on his way to the hotel.

`I wonder what old moneybags is like.'

The thought popped into Ryou's head before he could bat it away. He always expected much more of his clients than they ever were. He scowled and shook his head.

`Better squash that hope down, kid. It always makes it more difficult when the door opens.'

Ryou continued on his way, trying unsuccessfully to block out the hopeful thoughts that invaded his conscious. As he readied himself to cross the street in front of the hotel, the sky let loose an ear splitting thunderclap; Ryou rolled his eyes and turned them towards the heavens as the air above him ripped in two and began to cry upon him.

`Perfect just what I needed to make this night even better.'

Ryou ran quickly across the street before he could be changed from a shiny boy-god into a drowned rat.

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Jones paced up and down the lobby. The boy he had ordered wasn't late yet, but soon would be.

`If this night doesn't go off without a hitch, I am beyond dead. I will be ruined. Master Kaiba will have me killed or worse! That brat better get here before I call Keith myself!'

Jones wrung his hands together and continued to pace back and forth, heading closer towards the door.

A loud clap of thunder shook the hanging chandelier as Jones looked toward the hotel entrance where a young pale-faced boy had entered.

`FINALLY!'

"Are you one of Keith's boys?" Jones asked stepping in front of the beautifully pale and feminine young man. The boy looked up at him with cheerless, russet eyes. The child nodded cautiously and asked, "Are, are you Mr. Kaiba?" Jones laughed out right. "Heavens no! I am Mr. Jones. I made the arrangements for you and Master Kaiba. I have some instructions for you before you ascend to the penthouse to meet him."

"Oh, um ok. I suppose I should know what is expected of me." Ryou looked at the old man with relief filling his eyes. He didn't know what he would have done if this wrinkled, corpulent old man was Mr. Kaiba. "Here, why don't you sit down? There are a few things I need to fill you in on." Jones gestured towards one of the chairs in the back of the lobby. The seclusion of the area worried Ryou; he hoped the man wouldn't be asking any free favors before his big job. He didn't think the man would appreciate a `no' answer.

"Here's the deal kid. Master Kaiba believes that you are a city guide. You will explain to him that, due to the weather, you cannot show him around the town. You will proceed to seduce him and then that man over there behind the counter will pay you. If you come down here before dawn you will not be paid, and I will personally call Keith and let him deal with you in what ever way he sees fit." Jones grabbed the kid by the shoulder and forced him into the elevator. "Good luck!" Jones laughed at the distressed look on the boys face as the doors closed and ascended to the penthouse.

Ryou slid down the back wall of the elevator. He was used to lying but not getting paid if he wasn't believed? Going back to Keith was not an option for him. Ryou hugged his knees and prayed to Gods.

"Please, if-if any of you would listen to a kid like me; please listen now. Let this go good. Let tonight be, let it be whatever he wants. But please, please just let me get out of this place happy and with full pockets in the morning."

Ryou looked up at the soft "ding" of the elevator. The doors slid open to reveal a single door at the end of a vary long hallway.

`Just get up and go in there bare balls, kid. It's routine, you've done it a hundred times over.'

Ryou rose to his feet and walked quietly down the hallway. "Well, here we go." He raised his hand and gave three sharp knocks, then stepped back and waited.

"OH BLOODY HELL!" Ryou head the muffled sound of footsteps before the door swung open to reveal a young man wearing noting but a towel. Ryou let a mischievous grin slide onto his face as he quickly took in the beautiful young man that stood before him.

`Maybe if I'm lucky he'll drop the towel.'

"Well, I must say I like a man who's ready to get right to business!" Ryou said stepping into the large penthouse. Seto took a double look at the kid; he was around the same age if not younger than Seto himself!

Seto collected his thoughts before allowing his cold, neutral mask to settle over his face. "You're early. Give me a few minutes and then we can go." Seto gripped the towel tightly and strode towards the closet to grab a suitable outfit.

The boy grinned and flung himself onto the large bed. "You look ready enough to me." Seto whirled around and gawked at the young boy who had made himself so comfortable in his room. "Excuses me?" Seto's right brow lifted in question. The boy continued to grin and sat up onto his knees. "You. Look. Ready. To me!" The kid broke into a fit of giggles and rolled off the bed and began to look around. Seto grabbed clothes and fled to the bathroom. The kid was nuts, beautiful, but nuts.

Ryou had been in a lot of hotel, motel and bedrooms before; but this room was the swankiest place he'd ever been in. This guy had money. `And wow was he so not old and wrinkled!' Ryou thought happily as he munched on some strawberries he found on the table. Ryou glanced up and gazed at himself in the mirror. He held the tears that suddenly burned his eyes at bay; he really looked like a trashy, sluty whore. "No," he whispered to himself. "If you cry you'll look worser."

Ryou pulled down his hair and shook it out and retied it as Seto immerged from the bathroom announcing he was ready. Ryou flashed him another dazzling smile, forcing Seto's knees to become weak. "Well boss, it looks like we'll be staying in tonight."

Seto looked at the boy sharply. "What do you mean `staying in'? I was promised a tour of the city." The boy sighed and elegantly gestured his hand towards the rain-splattered window. "All the best attractions in this city are outside. The only inside place that is worth seeing is the room we're standing in."

The boy sauntered up to Seto and raised his head to look him in the eye. "But I can think of some pretty interesting things to show you right in this room."

Seto's mind began to race. The boy was hitting on him? What the hell? This kid had to go, and now before Seto lost either his temper or control of his hormones.

"Well seeing as how your job cannot be done, you'll just have to leave." Ryou's eyes bugged out. "Leave? But, but why?" Ryou couldn't let this happen, if he left now… he shuddered. He might as well ask the guy for some lube to prepare himself for the rough night he'd get back at Keith's place.

"You have no purpose to serve, and I have work to do. So get out. Now." Seto strode over to the door and held it open. "No, no please! Mr. Kaiba you don't understand. I-I can't leave! I'm not allowed to leave till dawn! If I leave now, I wont get paid! And then Keith, oh Gods, I'll be his little fuck toy again and…" Seto's head began to spin. Not allowed to leave? Paid? Fuck toy? Who exactly was this kid?

Ryou stood stone still, blabbing on and on. No, no, no! He couldn't leave! He had to make Mr. Kaiba understand! Ryou looked up as Seto closed the door and sat down on the bed, looking thoroughly confused. "Shut up, kid. Sit down and tell me what the fuck is going on here. Tell me who you are, who sent you and what your instructions were." Ryou obediently sat down next to Seto on the bed. He took a deep breath before starting.

"My name is Ryou, I'm a sixteen year old prostitute. A guy named, Jones? I think, called Keith, my boss, and hired me out for the night. When I got here, I was told to tell you I was a guide from the city, and that due to the rain we couldn't leave the apartment. I was told not to leave until dawn or else I wouldn't get paid. And if I don't get paid, then… then Keith gets to use me as his personal toy again." Ryou's voice cracked as he got farther into his story.

Seto's face turned red with anger. Jones, that conniving bastard. `His job is history.' Seto thought to himself.

"No, you cannot stay here. Get out." Seto pointed towards the door. Ryou's face shifted into anger, "I'm not leaving." He planted himself firmly on the bed and gripped the sheets. Seto and Ryou glared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. `The kid's good.' Seto mused to himself. `Damn good, I can feel myself cracking. No, stay strong! You are the President of Kaiba Corp.! No little whore is going to defeat you!' Seto blinked, and shook his head as he looked away. "Fine, whatever. Stay, but when the sun rises, you're gone."

"Really? Oh fuck me! Thank you!" Ryou jumped into the CEO's arms and hugged him tightly. Seto pushed him off, muttering, "don't touch me" before loosening his tie and removing his coat. Ryou laid back and watched the older teen undress. His hormones went into overdrive as Ryou's prostitute instincts activated. He stood and walked up behind Seto and grabbed his hips from behind , pressing his body flush the the CEO's back..

"So," Ryou purred into Seto's ear. "How do you want me?" Seto froze, his breath hitching in his throat. "What?" He squeaked out. Ryou released his hips and walked backwards towards the bed, throwing himself dramatically on top of the expensive silk sheets. "How do you want me?" Ryou repeated in a husky whisper. Seto shook his head confused, "What do you me how do I want you? I-I don't want you at all!" Ryou sat up with a pout, "I mean how do you want me to be? What do you want me to act like? Is there a certain name you want to call me by, a type of person you want me to be?" "Act? I don't, I mean we aren't… What?" Seto had never been more confused.

Ryou got up and stood in front of Seto. He ran his hands up the older boy's chest and linked his fingers behind his head. Seto gulped as Ryou pulled him down to his level. Seto let his hands fall down to the boys slender hips and pushed him away. "I don't want to sleep with you, kid." Ryou stood back with his mouth wide open. "You, you don't? Then why did you let me stay?" Seto sighed and sat himself gracefully in the closest chair. "I wanted you to stop whining." Seto reached over and grabbed a small tin from off the table. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it and took a long drag. Ryou sat down in the chair opposite to Seto with a dazed expression on his face. "Is it that you don't like men? Or is it that you think I'm ugly?" Ryou asked softly looking at the cigarette between Seto's lips. The pink appendages looked good enough to bruise. Seto took another drag and rested the cigarette on an ashtray.

"It's not that you're a guy. Fuck if I wasn't interested in guys I would have taken you out when you made that comment when you first came in. I don't go around proclaiming that I'm bisexual, but I don't deny it. And you certainly aren't… ugly. Exotic maybe, but not ugly. Are you from around here?"

Ryou looked down at the table. "Yea, I was born and raised here. But my family isn't from here originally. Both my parents were from Britain." Seto looked up at the past tense way in which Ryou addressed his parents. "What do you mean `were'? They dead or something?" Ryou shook his head and snatched up the cigarette. He took a long drag and sat back in his chair. "They might be. I don't really know. They were having money problems, so they sold me and my sister into the underground slave trade. My sis got taken by some rich, high-class bastards for some kind of housework. And Keith picked me up for prostitution. I sold for pretty high, and Keith promised my parents to send them a cut of my funds every month. I never heard from them or my sister after that. Heard through the line that a maid in the family that took my sister had died. No one knew the girls' name though, but I'm pretty sure it was my sister. She was the only thing I ever cared about, and I didn't even get to say goodbye."

Seto listened while the boy talked, but there was no emotion on either males face. Since when did people tell their life story to him? "You sure said that with a straight face." Seto commented as he reached over and took back his cigarette. "After you've seen the things I've seen, lived the way I've lived, things like death and betrayal aren't really that big of a deal anymore. Getting to the next client, the next paycheck, and, if you're lucky, the next day are the only things that matter in my line of work." Ryou remarked.

The two sat in silence for a time, and then Seto spoke up. "Tell me everything." He demanded. Ryou looked at him, smirking. "Sorry, rich-boy. I don't think you could handle it. My story is a little Hollywood tragedy; it would entertain you too much. And you already said you didn't want my entertainment tonight." Seto sat up and pounded on the table. "You'll do what I tell you, damn it! I'm inadvertently paying for you to be here, and you will do as I say. Now, tell me everything." Seto leaned back into his chair and pulled out another cigarette, leaving the tin open.

Ryou glared at the CEO, he didn't feel like getting emotional tonight. But if he wanted to get paid… Ryou rolled his eyes and sighed. Maybe this was how this guy really got off.

"All right, I'll tell you. Where do you want me to start?"

"From after Keith bought you. I want to know it all, whether it's relevant or not. I want to here it all."

"Ok." Ryou replied reaching over and taking the cigarette from Seto's lips.

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

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And zat is zee end of zis chapter! Let's see if the websites will be nice to me this time. I am going to shoot for the next update to be between now and the second week of January. I get three weeks for Xmas break so hopefully I will get enough time on my computer to bang out another chapter. Sorry for taking so long, but thanks for sticking with me! (huggles)

Author Notes:

I'm trying to keep Ryou's diction as low-level as possible. He's been on the streets for around six years, and he didn't come from a high-class family in the first place. So his language and use of slang will be pretty hard-core if I can manage it. Also the tin I am referencing is one of those old fashioned cigarette cases, the ones that are made of metal and look kind of like metal wallets or small metal purses. Seto is pretty high-class or at least he will be in my story, and those things always said classy to me even if smoking is completely rank. However, I also see Seto as a smoker to reduce the apparent stress in his life, and Ryou just takes what ever is offered to him; cigarettes, paint-thinner, marijuana, anything to take his mind out of where his reality is.

The chapter title, ugh. It's really cliché and I don't really like it, but it was all I could come up with, even after reading this chapter over about 20,000 times!

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THANKIES:

Sesshyandkuramasgirl: I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter! Thanks for the review!

Maruken: Yea I know Seto isn't a Brit, but `bloody hell' is my favorite out-burst, and I couldn't resist using it! Ah yes, sadly Ryou would not be here if not for the Almighty King of Clothes! Adair is the best, my fave made up charchar! Keith sucks, the end! Ryou rocks, the end again! Glad you liked the chap!

zakira06: I'm glad you like the story! Thanks for waiting! And thanks for the great ratings!

Beysie: I'm glad you like the concept! And yea, Ryou is WAY OOC! But I like him a little overly horny, makes up for the fact that Bakura wont be in this… Hope you enjoyed Seto's reaction!

Sango16: Glad you liked last chap, hope this one was up to your expectations. Ah you noticed the quick hand removal; well I believe that your answer will be coming up in the next chapter! Teehee, I'm evil! Well as for Seto's snuggliness in the dream I figured I'd open up his hidden soft side just a tad; and the fact that it was a G version of one of my fantasies has NOTHING to do with it… I uh swear! Heh hope you took care of your little problem aka Hiei!

Velvetina: Glad the last ending tickled your funny bone! Heehee, I loved Seto's little naked dance myself. Ryou's gonna change more than his mind I promise! Ah Adair seems to be everyone's fave lil whore boy! He's mine too, sexy lil git (pinches Adiar's booty) Ah yes, you reference one of my mottos: All good men are either gay, taken, or both! Hope you enjoy this chap!

Mucho thankies to all who read, even if you didn't review!

Update will come soon I promise!

Review if you wanna, if ya don't don't bawtha!

The * Queen Of Games *